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lilybug-02 · 9 months
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A super unnecessary part 2
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The GOOGLY EYESSSS ❤️💗💕💖🎉🌈💫💓
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mrsbakashi · 2 years
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Here's some Kakashi for you :)
selene, you have increased my day in 10000000%, thank you so much! kakashi always makes me feel better 💙
also i love how on the first pic he's handling you his favorite book (because he hopes it will make you feel better because it has helped him), then on the second he's just handsome and stylish, then on the third he's hanging out with his young self (that's so adorable i want to cry) and then, out of nowhere KAKASHI WITH A FURRY BUTT PLUG. that's literally everything i needed but didn't know, i'm in awe, thank you!!!
"oh no, gabbie, but he's not with a butt plug, it's an AU with his fursona. see? he got ears as well"
yeah, sure!!! 😉😏
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love0bssesed · 2 months
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Yandere Twisted Wonderland x reader (self aware au) 530 follower special
Twisted Wonderland..a broken down game that nobody could seem to fix, everybody stopped playing it, the characters were messed up, the plot of out of place, the. Some thing seem distorted often as well. You happen to stumble upon such game being bored and now finishing learning how to program and fix things. You were a real technology geek but knew when to stop and get some fresh air. You always loved the Disney franchise and knowing that they had a game, you decided to play it because why the hell not?
It wasn't long before you began to realize this game need desprate help, you decided to use a USB and plug things up from your phone to your computers and began to work. After some long hard, dedication, alot of mental breakdowns, and storage as well as privacy space, you were finally, FINALLY managed to get this game working and running again, you wondered why you didnt give up once a bunch of bugs seemed to appear. Maybe it was the challenge you wanted to face? You wanted to record you information to help the world in the future? Or maybe...
Because the characters looked so desprate and screamed for help.
The characters were so happy, they feel better, so much better! How did you do it? They look more prettier, feel better than ever, their places are restored, the can go back to just being a game and living their supposed lives.
The characters always watched you while you worked. They finally had hope somebody would help them, finally out of the darkest place of all. You got them fixed? You did it! You made their lives better and you even tweeked up some things about the characters and the game itself! As many times people tried to help their game, it failed, some even made it worse. But you didn't..you helped them, saved then, kept all focus on them, you barely got and sleep, food, water, to keep you going, yet yiu were still able to do it.
Did God give them a miracle? Can some really believe in God now?...Did God send you..?.....
Are you God?
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You made so far through the game, you even managed to save so many overblotts. Finishing Idia's overblott, you sighed of satisfaction, amd turned off your phone, going to do other things that doesn't revolve on your phone. You happened to start thinking about the ending and felt bad for the too brothers..man, you do love Twisted Wonderland. You took one last glance and turned on your phone to see a wallpaper with all the twst characters on it.
"Man, do I love you guys.."
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The characters of them game would always feel sad that you felt them, please don't go, they need you! Through whenever you'd get back, they would feel so happy again, some would smile more than usual. They just cant help it when you are around! They don't feel complete without you there!...wait a minute..what did you say..y-you..you loved them? You loved them? You really loved them? You really really really loved them? Ha..Hahaha!...Aha..
What have you done?
Now they are never going to let you go...
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"Did you hear that Jamil?! G-god..God said they loved us HAHAH!!" A cheery voice said, he can't help but blush madly and smile even wider, looking at the screen, you might not be able to see them, but they can see you, a love sick and runken look in hid eyes as he had waited for this moment. Kalim was so excited and happier than he has ever been, you finally said you loved him! He always knew you did, after all. If you love him, does that mean you two can finally be together now? Oh how i wish I could kiss you right now your highness..
He shook his 'friend' a little while Jamil hid the crazy look in his eyes at the though of you actually loving him. He knew you always had a thing for him, but now actually admitting it? He actually felt happy again..though he noticed that the other seemed to have a familiar red and pink hues on their faces as well, he gripped his hoodie in annoyance, but went back to looking at your pretty face and you sketched out something. He couldn't help but wonder what you were drawing..Of course God loves us..ME...they wouldn't just leave like that..
The beastman of a dormhead, his eyes went wide, after all this time, he knew you were gonna say it eventually, his mind and heart was racing, his eyes darted in many different places to notice many other bastards started to become obsessed with what you said as well, don't they understand they aren't supposed to mess with what's his, what he has already claimed? Tch..hm..maybe trying to get a hold of you would be worth it overseer..
The hyena like boy next to him was ready to burst, he was already trying to hold himself back from running around and tearing everything apart. His first true love, despite being apart, he became obsessed over you long ago, this long waited confession felt so good, the best euphoria he had felt in years. Oh he can see it now, the wedding bells and cubs..shishishi..please be aware of my feelings MC..I will show you one way or another...
The Wolfman was also excited, maybe this won't be too bad, he was very much aware of his feelings. How it started. How bad this obsession is. But oh how he loved it, how he loved you, he couldn't help it, hearing those words come out of your mouth seems unreal..its crazy how one person can make you feel so many things at once with just their voice..you noticed it finally? I have waited for this for so long..
Meanwhile, the introvert behind the screen was ecstatic, his hair was pink and he was scrolling through various photos of you he took, (he hacked into your phone and took some and stole some you already had) as a lovesick grin was on his face, like from Charlie Brown "O-ortho you hear? T-they said that loved us...!" Don't leave him... Your highness...you make me so happy!!~
His brother next to the floating tablet was shaking his head rapidly, the person his admired as an older sibling, the one he aspired to be like, says he loves him! Is this what it feels like to be happy again..? He won't let you leave his brothers side... MC-san, I'm so glad you feel that way...!
On another part, the perfectionist boy felt his heart going at multiple races as pink dusted his cheeks, finally, the words he had been waiting for, came out, he knew all his efforts...(dangerous or not) pulled off, he had everything planned from the start, it was only a matter of time..."See? I told you, I will always be better than that...twat." He knew he was the right one for you, Hmph. My hard work payed off, right your highness?!
The hunter next to him felt like breaking the screen and making you say that over and over again until he only comes to mind and those words only, he bit his lip with a wide grin as a hint of lust could be seen in his glowing green eye. "Oui Roi du Poison...it seems mon amor has finally come to terms with our affection~" Watch your next words you say to him.
The girl like, angel boy too was ecstatic, he felt more powerful than before (if only you said that to him directly) just watch what he could do next. The next thing you'll know, as soon as you open the screen, he will be smiling and waving...in a unsettling way. "Love...my angel,, my one and only...sees the light..." Don't think you can back out of this.
Two certain eel twins couldn't be more ecstatic. "Nee~ Jade! Koebi-chan said they loved us!!~" The messy twins exclaimed happily, an insane look in his eyes with a deep blush, meanwhile his twin had a dark look in his eyes, yet a hint if desire could be seen. "Yes Floyd, but we must remember...there are the others." He said, laced with venom, as his twin shrugged.. "Who gives a fuck? We'll deal with them later..." His whole demonar changed before going right back to insanely in love, it seems he may be bipolar when it comes to- ...MC~ The wonders you cast upon us~
Meanwhile the twins boss seemed to be sweating bullets and panting, his slight giggles were able to make anyone feel uneasy. Do you know how he has waited for this moment? For you to say that? He worked so dman hard, anymore sweating he might just turn into his octopus form...Your highness...I'm coming for you~
Your two so called lovers and obssesers bestfriends, whatever you might call them were way too excited out of their minds. The ginger like red head stood there in shook letting his ego and pride get to him while the dark blueberry boy next to him, dug into his shoulders, shaking him violently. "ACE, WHEN I FUCKING TELL YOU I WANT TO GO THROUGH THAT DAMN SCREEN AND KISS THEM-" " Uh...huh.." You're finally ours MC~
The bubbly ginger was taking pictures off the screen, you coming into the screen with him as he had such a big smile on his face it almost seemed uncanny. Of course, he was more of the unhinged ones out of the large bunch. The amount of pictures he has on his phone of you is utterly horrendous. This moment will add too the thousands we already have my glorious god!~
The green haired vice dormhead couldn't help but chuckle as his mind slowly went on edge replaying your long awaited confession. He looked over to the dormhead and childhood friend to see his face and the large hearts in his eyes was as red as his own hair as the baker smirked, a hint of possessiveness glowing in his almost cat-like yellow eyes. How amusing of you overseer~
As said before, the dormhead with the strict personality always softened and turned to mush or putty whenever he talked, held, even but a small glimpse of you. His voice was shaky as he clutched his pounding heart, still taking in the words you just said. For once, he felt at ease. I...l-love you...!!
The usual sleepy silverhead, part of that being his name, was still a bit..uh..how do you say this...droopy? He held his usual tired expression with a charlie brown, lovesick smile with small hearts in his eyes and a hint of pink on his cheeks. When he first heard that statement slip out of you mouth, he jolted awake so fast you would have thought he just had woken up from a bad dream. Though in reality, it was just a dream come true...At least we can have our happy ever after...
The green haired servant fae was sputtering absolute nonsense with a furious red face as he could not take what he just heard. Was this finally the human mortals' long awaited confession, must he no longer wait for his other master to recognize their true feelings for him? Surely, he cannot see why the others, besides his first master , would think it was for them. It was obviously for him and his hard working majestic Waka-sama! Oh true great glory of graces! I am in your honor to hear such magical words from your precious lipids!
The young looking yet older fae was chuckling in pure happiness and amusement seeing how the young mortals thought they actually had any chance with you, more or so getting this wonderful surprise you have graced him with. He will walk around proud to know that the one he looks up to, finally notices him, more oh so admit that they are devoted to him, he then looks over to his dragon like son and his expression, which made his black painted lips curve up even more. A special person you are my grace~
Finally, at last, we have reached the final person that feels that spark,obsession, love, devotion, ever since he laid eyes on you, or at least sensed your presence through the screen. He isn't as dumb as some people may think of him to be, when he hears his precious, the love of his life admit their true feelings, how they really fee about him, there is no stopping him no. No need to hold back, now that he knows this information, he, nor will anyone else, let you go, from then, now, and forever, you are bound to him, as well as everyone else for all eternity. From then and now, my feelings will never change for you, my grace...
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No matter how much you cry, no matter how much you plead to go home, you are for now and ever stuck with the characters you once loved, the staff keeping an eye on you, the fellow rival school checking up on you, while the main cast keeps you with them. Locked, smothered, adored, fed, cleaned, held...and loved~
"Grim...where are you...?"
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llamagoddessofficial · 3 months
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Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately
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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.
Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.
This was a mistake.
“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”
“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”
You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning. 
... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.
You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.
Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.
The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.
... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.
You were scared.
... 
The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.
“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”
“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”
You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”
“I’m just cold.”
“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”
You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.
...
It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.
“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”
“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”
“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”
You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby. 
“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”
“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”
You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.
“hey. knock knock.”
As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself. 
You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.
Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”
“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”
You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.
“this way?” he asked. 
... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway. 
“I-it’s under the sheet.”
Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.
“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”
Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.
He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.
It took him all of fifteen seconds.
“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”
...
You started crying again. 
Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies. 
“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”
“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.
You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.
Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm. 
“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”
“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”
“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.” 
Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”
“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.
“M-mhm.”
“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”
He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now. 
“I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”
"this?"
"Living out here."
“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”
You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”
“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”
Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.
“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”
“Y-yeah, hah.”
“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”
... You sniffled.
...
“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”
How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.
“Will Papyrus be worried?”
“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”
... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.
The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves. 
“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.
“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”
You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs. 
“I don’t mind.”
... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.
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whalesforhands · 3 months
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kaizen daycare! 1
summary: you love taking care of such adorable children, and they love you in return. however, it seems that you’ve garnered more than just the attention of some cute kids.
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You rejected him again.
“So how about tomorrow? I’ll come pick you up for dinner at my place?” His genteel smile, his captivating eyes, black hair draping over his shoulders as he’s leaning down slightly to stand before you, his three children long strapped into their seats within his car to ensure that they don’t overhear his conversation.
(Note that they could still very much see him, twins practically clambering over Megumi to get a better view of you two through the car window.)
Your pretty eyes are shifty, averting away from him as you scratch at your cheek. “Mmm, I’m afraid I won’t be available tomorrow, Geto-san.”
He’s already deflating, a barely put-together smile starting to give way to a frown as he nearly fails to hide his disappointment. He shouldn’t push you for a reason, right?
(Right…?)
“Ahh, I see. I suppose we could plan for another day, then.” He’s not going to hound you for an answer if you won’t tell him voluntarily.
“I’m really thankful for the invitation though, I’m sure you and your husband make great food!” A cute grin overtakes your face as your eyes turn into adorable crescents, a hand placed on your cheek. “I surely wouldn’t mind getting to eat the extra cookies you bake all the time.”
His heart melts. You’re forgiven.
Geto Suguru wants to slam his head into the steering wheel. Cookies, cookies— They were just made as an excuse to give way to longer conversations with you—!
“Papa, are you okay?” Mimiko’s shy voice is heard along the ride home, the passing streetlamps giving a warm glow to the interior of the car in contrast to the otherwise darkened, gloomy atmosphere of their father.
“Papa is… Just fine…” If getting rejected by someone as lovely as you 6 times in a row is considered fine, anyway. “Thank you for asking, dear.” He’s basically sulking as his eyes are kept on the road, a deep sigh leaving him as he turns a corner.
Eh? Mimiko really doesn’t think he’s fine at all. Did something upset him today?
“Oh, oh! Nanako knows why, Mimi!” The excited blonde is jumping in her seat as she raises an arm in the air, as if waiting to be called upon. “Gumi and I figured it out wayyyyy fast!”
“It wasn’t hard.” Megumi is almost looking triumphant, cute, chubby arms crossed and proud.
“…Is that so, sweethearts?” Suguru’s eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, amethyst purple meeting overjoyed brown and blank green that nods at his sister’s antics. “Care to tell what you think is making Papa sad?”
(There’s no way they figured it out, right? They may be his kids, but still…)
“Cause…” A contemplative finger on her lip as she lets the tension of unknowing rise for dramatic effect, an innocent grin on her cute face. “Cause Daddy and Papa are hopeless at getting (name)-sensei’s attention!”
Geto Suguru really wants to slam his head into the steering wheel now.
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“AHAHAH!” There’s a loud laughter about the room now that Gojo Satoru has appeared, bathrobe around his form and towel in his hair as he kicks his feet into the air whilst laying down, held within Suguru’s embrace as he holds his stomach.
“Can’t— Hahah!” He’s struggling to breathe, a deep intaking of air as he gasps. “Pfft, believe how that sensei is so~ oblivious.” He wipes a tear from his eye, his voice finally finding itself as he rolls onto his side to face his pouty husband.
“Aren’t you laughing a little too much, Satoru?” The red on Suguru’s cheeks is very apparent as the shame manifests itself on his face. How many failures does he need? Geto Suguru was so sure that you had liked them, would even go as far as believing that you definitely had the hots for them.
(Because, who wouldn’t?)
“Aww, is wittle Suguwu hwurt?” An arm props his head up to better see his the blushing red of his husband. “Want a wittle kissy? Satoru will indulge you— OW!” He feels himself lose balance before his back his flat against the bed, an unimpressed Suguru atop of him.
Narrowed purple and playful blue meet as the black-haired male continues to straddle him. “Not the point, Satoru.” A pat to the smiling man’s cheek. “We haven’t made progress at all—“
“Don’t worry your pretty head off about our adorable teacher.” A smirk as Geto feels a hand trail up his thigh, exceeding close to the boxers he donned for bed.
“I got just the plan.” A wink as he grabs his waist, using his body weight to roll them over so that he would be the one on top, a loving hand stroking Suguru’s cheek.
“And I’m certain it’ll work this time~”
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“Good morning… You’re awfully early today, Gojo-san…” A yawn escapes your lips as you hold a still sleeping Nanako in your arms, cradling her close and stroking her head as Gojo held the other two.
(You look awfully domestic. It makes his heart all the more softer at the sight.)
“And I’m sorry for that, sweet thing.” He adjusts a stirring Mimiko in his hold. “The family’s been too busy with our move lately, ya know? Gotta drop them off early to get the rest of the boxes.” His grin is ever bright as he follows you into the daycare, his footsteps light and his body close as they tested the limits of your boundaries.
(Truth was, he didn’t even need to move any boxes or anything. He just wanted to see you.)
“You must be working very hard, Gojo-san.” You hum quietly as you reach the nap area, the nightlights on and encompassing the room with their comfy glow as you gently kneel down to place a still sleeping Nanako onto a mattress, the man’s shoulder grazing yours as he placed the rest of his kids together.
“I think the change of pace is worth it. The relocation is gonna be a benefit to all of us.”
(My, is the new home that good?)
“It must be exhausting having to move houses, though.” You take this chance to poke at one of the mochi-like cheeks of Megumi, watching as his little nose twitches. “I hope you’re letting them get enough rest, Gojo-san.”
“Oho, plenty!” A glimmer of his teeth as you catch his bright smile. “You could even say they’re so excited, they can barely sleep thinking about yo— It.”
You’re humming as you follow-up with the light chatter, just happy to be able to have such light-hearted conversation with the man, ignoring how his fingers brushed against your own when you both reached for the blanket at the same time.
(This isn’t the time to think about such things! And he’s married!)
Unlike his husband, Gojo Satoru always seemed so hard to read, so hard to approach even after you’ve seen the softer, sweeter sides of him.
He was simply… Intimidating in his own right.
There is an odd, palpable air inbetween the two of you as the silence starts to drag, a gaze that’s seemingly stuck on you that hints and twinges between the line of unsettling. Hmm… You must be kind of tired today.
“Say, Gojo-san.” You’re getting up, patting off your apron and the almost scary tension as you lead him out the nap room. “Is your place near this area? I’ll be happy to help you find your way around.” Your back is turned to him as you gently close the door.
(You turn around only to meet the same intense blue, looking like they were glaring into your very being.)
“Well, we just moved into the apartment complex not far from here.” He takes a pause to tuck a loose strand of your hair back that your drowsy form fails to take note of. “I think it was—” His intense eyes glance downwards meet your dazed own, playful and prodding blue to the innocently awaiting you.
(So cute.)
“Akutami Estate.”
Your once sleepy self perks up at that mention, certainly recognizing that name.
“What a coincidence, Gojo-san! I happen to live within that building too!”
“That so? My, what a coincidence indeed.” His returning grin is bright, but his eyes are hard to read considering the sunglasses that had been slid back in place to hide them from your view.
“So, how about a little housewarming dinner tonight? My place, of course.”
There’s no way you can refuse now, right?
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“Shokoooooo…!” You’re whining as you sat on her chair, making grabby hands for her whilst slumped into the plush seat.
“You’re awfully needy today. What’s the matter?” She’s patting your head as you suddenly lean forward to wrap your arms around her hips, your face dug into her side as you muffled incoherent words into her doctor’s coat.
“What? Don’t speak with my clothes in your mouth.”
You pull away, pouting up at her with what looked like glossed over eyes. “I think I just doomed myself…”
“Huh?”
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gremnda · 29 days
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do you have a s8 pearl design? i love the ones you’ve made for her s9 and s10!
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AAAAHHHH YOU ARE SO KIND THANK YOU SO MUCHH ;A;; <3 i really love drawing Pearl hrhfgrhfghrf thank you for this request, it made my whole day so much better hahah
but yes!! season 8 pearl, i did draw her once with keralis and once with boatem but i never did make a ”design” post so here it is :D moth pearl!!! i really want to add some evo/eye motifs to the design in the future for the lore effect but for now her design is full of moons lolol
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could you do one where reader goes to the village alone for some reason and almost gets assaulted (r#per I guess?) but fortunately Alcina saves her just on time, and they have some kind of comfort sex🙏
Thanks so much for the request!!
I definitely have requests that are much, much older than this one but I immediately had an idea when I saw this request so we're just going with it hahah
Warnings: s/a attempt (no actual s/a or detailed description) but please be careful reading anyways💕
Tags: Angst, fluff and smut
The cool summer evening air envelopes you as you make your way down the path towards the village. You can feel the tears evaporating off of your skin as they dry on your cheeks.
You know it isn't safe to be outside of the castle when it gets dark, but the fight you and Alcina had was the worst one you've had yet. She was angry after a meeting with Mother Miranda and the other Lords and all you wanted to do was help. She was too caught up in her rage and threw insult after insult at you, not realizing how deeply her words cut into your heart. She screamed at you to get out of her sight. You threatened back, saying if she kicked you out she'd never see you again, that you deserve to be treated better than that. Her only response was her chilling chuckle and the words "go ahead, see if I care. You're nothing but a pathetic maiden to me. You think you're special, but just know I can have a new you in a second if I so wished."
That was the last straw. Desperately holding back tears you ran from her study and out the door, only stopping to grab a shawl with the Dimitrescu sigil embroidered on it from the closet before leaving the castle. It was a gift from Alcina, she said that as long as you bore her crest, you would be safe.
Hurrying down the path, the sun sank lower and lower into the sky. You knew you needed to be inside before nightfall before the lycans began to roam the village.
The village finally came into view, you were so close, until a growl rumbled from the tree line. Not wanting to wait to find out what creature made the noise, you started to sprint towards the nearest building. The snarls and growls behind you let you know whatever it was was chasing you. After a brief look over your shoulder you saw a lycan sprinting and you kicked it into a higher gear and ran faster than ever.
As the buildings came closer you saw a few men outside, you recognized the building as the back of the village tavern.
"HELP!" You screamed, waving your arms at the men. "LYCAN! HELP ME!"
The men stopped what they were doing and turned towards you as you ran faster and faster, the lycan also gaining speed. One man pulled out a shotgun when you ran past him, practically falling into one of the other mans arms after tripping on a discarded bottle. The first man fired his shotgun at the lycan and you heard a "THUD" as it dropped to the ground.
Trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves you kept repeating over and over "thank you, thank you so much."
"Now, now, what's a little maiden like you doing all alone in those woods at night?" The man you fell into asks as he holds you by your arms.
"I-I was just on my way back to the village, I didn't realize how late it was." Eyeing your surroundings you notice that it's only you and the three men outside, no one else was in sight. "But thank you so much, I owe you all a pint at least, but I really should be getting inside."
You try to pull away but the mans grip tightens.
"Well hold on now darlin', what's the rush?"
"I really shouldn't be out this late."
"Well you have us here hero's to protect you."
"I really appreciate it, but please, let me buy you all a drink."
"I think we can come up with a better form of repayment, don't you think?" He says, looking to the other two men with a sinister smile.
Just then two more men stumble out of the back of the tavern.
"What the hell was that noise?!" One of them shouts.
"We found a damsel in distress." The man holding you says. "We were just discussing a form of repayment."
All five sets of eyes settle onto you and you knew then and there that you ran away from one monster, straight into the arms of another.
Fight or flight kicked in and you tried to pull away from the man but his grip tightened. Pulling your knee up, you make contact with his crotch and the man lets out a groan before his grip loosens. The moment he falters you make a run for it, only for one of the other men to grab you by your shawl and keep you from getting away.
The men drag you to the ground, kicking and screaming, fighting with all your might to get away. One of the men notices the Dimitrescu coat of arms on your shawl and he chuckles.
"Lookie here fellas, looks like we have one of the Lady's little maidens."
The look in their eyes grows darker as they start to move in on you.
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An hour after your argument, Alcina was finally able to calm herself down. It was then that she realized the true weight of her words and the guilt set in. How could she have been so cruel to you? You were irreplaceable to her, she hoped deep down you knew that but she needed to make things right. Standing from her desk she began to search for you in the castle.
After checking your old room, the library, the kitchen, the atelier and your favorite sitting room she began to worry.
"Daughters! Come here now!" She calls.
The three girls appear in front of their mother moments later.
"Yes mother?" Bela asks.
"Have any of you seen y/n? I cannot find her anywhere."
The three girls look at each other and back at their mother, all shaking their heads "no."
"We haven't seen her mother." Daniela says.
"Why? Is she in trouble?" Cassandra says with a wicked smile.
"No, no she is not. I said some things I never should have and now I cannot find her." Worry starts to creep into Alcina's chest when she realizes she hasn't been able to hear your heartbeat, fearing that maybe she finally drove you away for good.
"Please excuse my interruption my Lady," one of the maids says after overhearing the conversation. "but you said you are looking for y/n?"
"Yes, have you seen her?" Alcina asks, turning towards the maid.
The maid turns her gaze to the floor and begins to tremble under the stare of her mistress.
"I-I-"
"If you know something maiden, speak. Now." Lady Dimitrescu says as her patience begins to thin.
"I saw her run out of the castle just over an hour ago my Lady."
"WHAT?!"
The maid cowers and trembles more.
"She looked upset, I tried to call after her but she didn't hear me. She ran through the doors and was gone before I could catch up to her."
Alcina looks at her daughters with fear in her eyes. The sun had set not long ago, she desperately hoped you made it to the village before nightfall but you would have been cutting it close.
"Girls,"
"On it mother!" Bela says.
"We'll find her!" Daniela says.
"And we'll kill anything that tries to harm her." Cassandra adds.
"You girls search from above, I will follow the path to the village. We must go quickly."
Without addressing the maid again the four Dimitrescu women run out of the castle towards the village.
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One man manages to pin your arms to the ground as two others try to stop your kicking legs while you thrash in their grasp. The man you kneed in the balls leans over and backhands you hard across the face, stunning you for a moment.
Tears begin to run down your temples into your hairline as you cry out for help.
The man leaning over you glares down at your trembling form.
"You're a feisty one, eh? We're gonna have so much fun breaking you."
His breath reeks of alcohol and cheap tobacco, unlike the scent of Alcina's breath that usually smells like her sweet wine and expensive cigarettes. You close your eyes and wish by some miracle she could hear you, that she would come and save you. But you knew you were grasping at hopeless straws. She wanted nothing to do with you, even if she did there's no way she would be able to hear you in distress. You felt crazy but part of you wished for her so hard you thought you were making yourself remember the scent of her perfume as if she was right here. As if you were smelling it right this moment.
The mans hands grab at you and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that they either kill you right away or grow bored of you quickly.
The man begins to taunt you and mid-sentence you hear him cry out in pain and feel something warm splatter across your face. Your eyes snap open to see black blades sticking out through the man's chest. He gets thrown to the side and in his place you see the familiar cream dress. As your eyes move up the figure you swear you're hallucinating. It's not until you see a pair of gold eyes, glowing with murderous rage staring back at you.
"Al-Alcina-" you choke out as more tears fall. This time they're tears of relief. Behind Alcina you see the man with the shotgun aim at her back. "Alcina! Look out!" You scream.
The gun goes off and her body lurches forward for a moment before she stands up straight once more. Looking down you see blood begin to pour from the exit wound of the bullet before it slows. Alcina turns to face the man and in one swipe she slices him to ribbons as his body parts fall to the ground. You notice the shotgun wound on her back heals, leaving nothing but drying blood and a hole in her dress as the only evidence of the wound.
The man holding your hands puts you in a chokehold and brings a knife to your neck. Alcina turns to see the man and her eyes flare dangerously. A buzzing noise gets louder and louder before you hear the man behind you scream in pain. He drops the knife as his arm gets pulled away violently. Turning towards the sound, you see Cassandra with her sickle through the mans arm, dragging him away.
"Don't you DARE put your FILTY MAN HANDS ON HER!" She screams in the mans face as he trembles.
More buzzing grows louder and Daniela and Bela appear behind the last two men that were holding your legs, they had backed away but were too stunned with fear to run. The girls put their sickles to the men's throats to keep them from running.
Alcina bends down and hesitantly reaches her hand out towards you. She doesn't want to startle you any more but she's also fearful that you won't accept her help after the things she said to you.
Meeting her eyes once more you let out a sob and push yourself off of the ground and into her arms. Alcina is taken back for a second before wrapping her arms tightly around you and holding you close. Relief washes over her, she found you, and you were safe. Her grip tightens after thinking about what could have happened if she showed up even a minute later. Quickly pushing that thought out of her head, she strokes your hair and kisses your temple; whispering in your ear over and over that you're safe and that she has you, that no one can hurt you now.
"Mother." Bela says. "What would you like us to do with the man-things?"
"Oh mother can we hunt them?! Pretty please?!" Daniela asks, batting her eyelashes at her mother.
Cassandra chuckles darkly at the thought. "Yes mother, can we please? We haven't had fresh man blood in so long."
"There is one for each of us!" Daniela adds.
Looking at her daughters, the Countess smiles.
"Of course, daughters. Lead them away from the village and you may set them free to hunt. Please be safe and return to the castle when you're finished."
Exchanging excited glances, Bela and Daniela stick their sickles into the legs of the men they were holding and the three girls begin to drag them away into the forest.
Turning her attention back to you, Alcina continues to stroke your hair and comfort you as your sobs begin to soften.
"Hush draga, hush. You're safe, you're safe now my darling. Nothing is going to hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."
"You came."
"Of course I did." She says as she stands with you cradled in her arms and begins to make her way back to the castle.
"I thought they were going to- I thought they were going to kill me. I didn't- I didn't think you were going to come." You said through tears.
"I will always come to your aid, draga mea. Always."
"But, you said-"
"Shh, let us go home, you need rest. Then we will discuss what happened, alright my love?"
Nodding into her you cling tighter to her dress and she holds you closer to her chest in response. The gentle sway of her arms, the smell of her perfume, you begin to relax in her embrace as your adrenaline ceases and exhaustion takes over, lulling you into a deep sleep.
Looking down at you in her arms, fast asleep, Alcina berates herself for ever speaking such vile words to you. Aside from her daughters, you are her whole world. She curses herself for making you believe that she ever saw you as anything less.
Finally making it back to the castle, you begin to wake up as Alcina ascends the stairs to her chambers.
"Lets run you a bath, draga mea." She says. You nod in agreement.
After turning off the taps and pouring in your favorite soaps and oils, Alcina helps you undress and sits you in the tub. As she washes you, she examines the marks the men left on your body. Luckily there were nothing but a few small cuts and light bruising, but Alcina can't help but feel like each mark on your body was her fault.
Her eyes fill up with tears as she caresses the red mark on your face where the man struck you. Meeting her gaze, you're surprised to see the unshed tears that are building.
"I am so sorry my darling." She says quietly, just above a whisper. "I never should have said those horrible things to you. I didn't mean a single word I said. You mean everything to me."
"I do?"
"Yes. I could never replace you, ever. I was angry when I said those things. I know that doesn't excuse my behavior but I never meant for you to leave, I never meant to drive you away. I never-" she pauses as a few tears roll down her cheeks. "I never meant for you to get hurt. This is all my fault. I am so, so sorry."
"You hurt me."
"I know I did, draga. I hurt you so deeply and I regret every word I said to you. I will never forgive myself for what happened tonight because all of this, this is my fault."
She wipes her tears away and continues to bathe you. The two of you fall into silence as she washes your hair and combs out the knots. After the bath Alcina wraps you in a fluffy towel and carries you into the bedroom. You pull on a nightgown and crawl into bed while Alcina goes back into the bathroom to wash off the rest of the blood she had on her. She comes back out in a nightgown and lays next to you in bed.
Alcina pulls your back tightly against her front and you feel her nuzzle into your hair before taking a deep breath in. She exhales with a hum and places light kisses to the back of your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as you relax into her touch.
"You mean everything to me." Alcina says softly between kisses. "No one can ever replace you, draga mea. Not in a thousand years."
Her breath cascading across your skin causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Alcina notices and you can feel her smirk into you. The hand she has resting against your stomach slowly moves up, coming to rest just under your breasts. The movement against your nightgown causes it to rise to the tops of your thighs.
A battle wages in your mind, part of you is still angry with her. She hurt you, so badly. The wounds of her words are still fresh. The other part of you wants her to take you. Even though you bathed, you can still feel the hands of the men on you. You want her touch to erase them from you, for her to claim you as hers once more.
Alcina picks up on the battle waging in your head. You have no idea how she always seems to know what you're thinking, but she always does.
"Do you want me to stop?" She asks with genuine concern in her soft voice. She knows you've been through a lot today and doesn't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to.
"I - I don't know." You whisper back.
Alcina rolls you towards her, your eyes locking onto her golden ones. Her pupils are enlarged but she's holding herself back. The hand resting just under your breasts moves up to cup your face, her thumb caressing your cheek.
"I don't want to do anything that will cause you more stress, draga mea. I need you to tell me what you want."
"I don't know what I want, I just want you." You say as tears fill your eyes.
"Oh, my darling. May I kiss you?"
Nodding your head in a tearful "yes", Alcina leans over you, gently pressing her lips into yours. Her feather-light kisses practically make you melt as she peppers your lips with them. Snaking your fingers into her raven locks, you gently hold onto the back of her head, deepening the kisses.
Alcina pulls away just enough to look at you, your lips barely brushing against each others. Her sparkling golden eyes look deeply into yours and she says "I love you, draga mea. I wish I would have told you sooner, but I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone."
Your breath catches in your lungs at her confession. Never in a million years did you think she would ever love you. Words try to crawl their way out of your throat but a small whimper emerges instead. There's so much you want to say to her right now but your brain is swirling so quickly the words don't come. Instead of using your words, you do the only other thing you can think of - which is pulling her into you and kissing her with a fervor, conveying your message to her with your lips.
Matching your intensity, Alcina's lips envelop yours - although she's still hesitant to push you too far. Sensing her hesitation, you take her bottom lip between your teeth and tug at it, letting your teeth drag against it as it slips from between your lips. At first Alcina lets out a small gasp of surprise, but when she feels her lip between your teeth she lets out a low groan.
The moment her lip snaps back Alcina captures your lips with hers once more. This time with a hotter, more passionate kiss. Her tongue glides across your lips and you part them, allowing her in. Large hands trace the curves on your body, coming to rest at your hips. Alcina adjusts herself above you and you instinctively spread your legs, making room for her between them. She settles herself against you, careful not to put the full weight of her body on you. Rolling your hips into her, Alcina pulls your nightgown up to your waist and returns her hands to your hips.
"Alci, please." You pant between kisses. "I love you. I need you."
Alcina lets out a low growl in her chest and she peels your underwear down your legs before tossing them aside. Pulling her lips from yours, she inhales deeply, smelling your arousal as it greets her senses. When she looks back down into your eyes you notice only a sliver of gold remains from her blown out pupils.
Her long fingers dance up and down your legs as she plants kiss after kiss into the skin of your jaw and neck. When she drags them up the inside of your thigh she wastes no time and immediately cups your heat when she reaches the apex of your thighs. Her fingers explore every inch of you, gliding through your folds effortlessly as she coats them in your arousal before resting the tips of her fingers on your clit.
You moan into her ear as she begins to make small yet firm circles around it. A light flush begins to develop across your cheeks, slowly making it's way down your neck. Her breathing increases but she keeps her slow, relaxing pace.
Alcina's free hand cups your face as she continues to cover you with kisses. She can practically smell the scent left behind by the men, even after your shower - and all she wanted was to erase them from your body, covering them with her own. Her fingers alone begin to work you up so much you can feel an orgasm building as your flush deepens. Alcina picks up on how much your body is reacting and she slows her ministrations down further, causing you to whine.
"Don't stop, please." You whimper into her ear.
She coats her finger in your arousal once more before pulling back and looking into your eyes.
"Are you sure, my love? We don't have to-"
"Please, I need you. Take me Alcina." You say, cutting her off.
With one more passionate kiss, Alcina parts your lips and lines her finger up with your entrance before looking deep into your eyes.
"Relax my love, let me take care of you."
Before you can even respond she starts to slowly slide her finger into you with a gentleness you've rarely experienced. Knuckle by knuckle Alcina slowly fills you, pushing deeper into your heated core.
"Good girl, just like that." She says before her finger bottoms you out and you let out a moan of pure pleasure. Sliding her finger almost all the way out, she pushes back into you again a little faster, but still slow and gentle. When she reaches the spongy patch deep inside she curls her finger against it and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out another moan.
When you start to rock your hips to her rhythm, Alcina sets a modest pace; thrusting into you, curling her finger and pulling almost all the way out and repeating her pattern. Your orgasm begins to build and you pull her lips down to yours, capturing them in a heated kiss. As your tongues intertwine, the flush on your body reappears, deeper and hotter than before. You throw your arms around her neck and keep her close. If she wanted to, she could easily break free from your grasp but instead Alcina leans into you, allowing the closeness of your bodies to comfort her as she continues pleasuring you with her finger.
"Can you take more of me, my darling?" She whispers in your ear before nibbling on the lobe.
"Yes, please." You pant in response.
Your velvety walls stretch in a blissful way when she adds a second finger, the sensation causing you to cry out in pleasure. Alcina keeps her steady pace and brings her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.
"Oh gods! Fuck!" You whine into the fabric of her nightgown as your orgasm builds once more.
The room falls silent, the only noises being made are of her fingers thrusting in and out of you and your muffled whines and pants as she brings you closer to your release.
Both of her fingers curling into that spot deep inside causes your back to arch off of the bed, allowing Alcina to push deeper into you. She can feel your walls tightening around her finger but she doesn't quicken her pace, she keeps it steady, hoping to build you up slowly instead of fucking you into bliss like she normally does.
Part of you was surprised she didn't start thrusting faster and harder but another part of you is enjoying the slow build of your orgasm so much you never want her to fuck you differently than this ever again.
The coil in your stomach tightens more and more as more whines and whimpers fall from your lips. Alcina kisses you passionately again and you moan into her mouth as you get closer and closer.
Alcina picks up the pace only a little as she feels your walls begin to clamp down around her, knowing you won't last much longer. She pulls her lips from your and looks deeply into your eyes.
"I love you, so much draga mea." She says as her thumb caresses your cheek.
"I - I love you Alcina. Oh fuck, I love you so much. Please, please." You whine.
She picks up her pace a little more and you struggle to hold her gaze as her now black eyes bore into yours. The coil in your stomach is so tight it's about to snap, your body feels like it's on fire and you arch into her touch more, allowing her fingers to drive deeper than before.
"Ah, fuck! Alci, I'm - I'm gonna -"
"Cum for me my darling, let go. I have you." She whispers into your ear.
A few more thrusts is all you needed to fall over the edge as you cry out. Your orgasm rips through your body and all you can do is cling to Alcina as tightly as possible as she helps you ride wave after wave of pleasure. Alcina whispers praises as she guides you through your orgasm, doing her best to prolong it as long as she possibly can in an attempt to give you as much pleasure as possible.
It's not until your back collapses down onto the mattress and your walls finally relax around her that Alcina slides her fingers from your soaked center.
You can't help but whine at the loss, causing a light chuckle from Alcina. She lifts herself off of you and pulls you into her chest as the last of your aftershocks course through you. Her cool skin helps your heated body as you relax into her arms, focusing on the light throbbing between your legs and the tempo of her breaths as her chest rises and falls against you.
Alcina runs her fingers through your hair and kisses you on the head. She holds you close, not wanting to let you go, almost as if you'll slip through her arms and disappear if she doesn't.
"I love you, Alcina." You whisper.
"I love you so much my darling girl. I promise I will never hurt you again. I will never allow anyone to ever hurt you again draga mea. I will protect you, always."
Pulling away a bit, you adjust yourself to be able to look into her golden eyes. You can see they're filled with regret, with fear that you won't ever forgive her.
"I know you will. I believe you. I trust you. I forgive you." A tear falls down her porcelain skin and you wipe it away. "I love you." You say as you pull her so her plush red lips meet yours.
"I love you too, my darling. Forever."
When your lips part, Alcina tucks you under her chin and the soothing beat of her heart lulls you into a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Alcina releases a breath she didn't know she was holding when she feels you drift off in her arms and she swears to every god that may exist that she will never allow anyone, including herself, to ever hurt you again. That she will protect you for the rest of her life. And never again will you be subjected to the pain she's caused you today.
"I promise you, my love, I will protect you. Forever. You are mine, and I will love you always."
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demonbanger · 1 year
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𝔇𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℑ’𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 |
ft. sex demon ! 𝗘𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗗 | 🌶 🔞 MDI
“𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.” — E. Kid, to you
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synopsis: on a lonely night you decide to get a bit buzzed and think, fuck it, why not try to summon a sex demon? Turns out to be either the biggest blessing, or biggest mistake you’ve made in a while.
♫: click for inspo song
pairing: Incubus! Kid x Fem! Reader (no physical description of reader, except hair that can be pulled)
cw: *inhales* demon summoning, bully Eustass, brat taming, blood + pain play, cunnilingus, drinking mention, predator x prey, breeding, dacryphilia, dumbification, belly bulge, overstimulation, praise + degradation, size kink af with our 6’7 king, use of pet names, insane stamina, gets softer at the end
tags: @goshitshardtohaveagoodname @nikos-a-clown @pinkcrystal-rose
© Writing & Imagery in this is my intellectual property. Do not plagiarize or repost to other platforms without my permission. Love, DemonBanger
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You stuff your fingers in your dribbling pussy, but just could not get yourself full enough. You felt like such a horny bastard tonight, with so much sexual desperation, and finally decided you wanted to start masturbating again. But nothing worked like when you first started; you’ve just been single for too long and miss the feeling of real cock.
Even a dildo couldn’t do the trick anymore. You needed the real thing, with pumping veins and harsh thrusts, attached to a heavy man that pressed you into the mattress, with low grunts and dirty words moaned lowly into your ear.
You sigh in frustration and set the toys down, taking a swig out of some whiskey to let it take over more of your senses. The liquor burns so beautifully going down your throat…too bad there wasn’t another hot liquid also sinking down your oral cavity.
The familiar floaty headspace seeps in like an old friend that you keep away at arm’s length, as your heartbeat drums in your warm chest. Buzzed you feels like a dragon waking from a slumber, with old runes in the form of dumb ideas filling your brain.
“Might as well fucking summon a sex demon at this point,” you mutter. The idea rolls over in your head for a few minutes, and the curiosity of trying something crazy and reckless like this gets more and more appealing to your buzzed brain, until eventually you think: Wait. Fuck it, what if I tried it at least? You laugh to yourself.
What would you have to lose anyways? Just your soul? You don’t even feel like you have one these days until you drink good old caffeine.
You tap the safari icon on your phone, to research how one would even go about summoning an incubus, and take another swig to invite the madness more.
A few forums say the same thing. People asking if you actually want to invite such a thing into your life, some dude talking about how his wife cheated on him with one of those entities and was never the same after that. Hahah…cuck.
You scoff. You have existential crises every day, no sex demon can fuck your life up like you feel you can. Demons, where you at? It’s ya boi. You think about the meme and cackle way too hard for something so unfunny and possibly life-threatening.
Then you scroll over a comment that is long with a lot of upvotes on it. It looks serious. Seems legitimate. There are no comments underneath, but it reads like a serious spell book.
Eh, why not? You laugh again. The comment warned against masturbating beforehand to make sure your sexual energy was at its peak to really invite any sexual spirits. Welp, already fucked that up, so if this doesn’t work at least you could have something fun to do and then tire yourself out and call it a night.
Then you read how it involves extracting blood from a few…sources such as the tongue and pussy and you wonder if there’s a better way. A paper cut on any of those things sounds gross. Eek.
You look over YouTube and find the first video that pops up. The speaker sounds experienced, and says that it’s much simpler than any methods. Just make a request to the demon Asmodeus by reaching a meditative state, and adamantly focusing on his name.
Simple enough. You try and make sure your room is a little tidy, burn a couple of cutesy candles, and dress in a black spiked collar and a cute, lacey red lingerie set you got yourself a little while back. Scarlet garters hold up soft thigh highs that bring out your thighs and make your lower body look extra luscious. You take in this moment of feminine confidence. What are you? You’re a bad bitch. And what are you about do? Get fucked.
You sit prettily on your bed, take another swig of the burning drink, shake your hips in excitement, close your eyes, and make the signature meditation pose. You even put the sigil of Asmodeus on your laptop to better reach him. Look at you, doing the most. Then, you bite your lip in concentration and your buzzed brain is slow enough to focus on one thing slowly.
Asmodeus. Asmodeus. Asmodeus, are you with me? You think with intention.
Just as you thought. No answer. You continue.
Asmodeus, I know I never spoke to you in my life. I’m Y/n, I know this is silly but I don’t mind giving up some of my energy to get fucked voraciously by a demon boy. An incubus please. Is that ok?
You wait for an answer, peep at the candles. They’re just flickering normally. You try not to psych yourself into micro analyzing the movement of the little flames. Drunk you could do that all night. But you need to keep focused. Then you continue.
Hopefully it is ok, Mr. Asmodeus. I don’t know if I need to give up my blood n shit. I’m just a little drunk girl and honestly I’ve given up so much life energy to toxic exes at this point, you don’t need to warn me,, I know I’m rambling, but uh, yeah. I don’t give a fuck. But also, respectfully, make sure he wants me too. That shit’s hot. Do you even hear me at this point?
A chill up your spine stops you from thinking further. It’s such a chill that you shiver. It’s the same sensation in your nerves that you’d feel if someone ran a finger along your entire sensitive spine. Your window isn’t open.
There’s no way.
Good talk, you think. Don’t know what the fuck that was.
You sigh, keeping yourself open for answers. Maybe he’s thinking? Who knows. For a second you almost feel a little silly for getting all dressed and stuff.
Then you feel a chill up your spine, only more intense. Your hairs stand on end. It’s kind of spooky. You’re drunk though so you’re in more of a relaxed, “oh no!!! anyways” sort of mindset. But none of your windows are open and you haven’t turned on the AC all day.
You take another swig out of the bottle and your face burns. You’re sure your eyes are a bit bloodshot, face flushed. You think about what a male demon would say if he saw you. Probably something like—Put the bottle down, sweetheart.
You cackle in your mind. Sorry about that, daddy, gotta have fun.
Keep calling me that, I like it, the thought says a bit louder in your mind, purring more sexily than you’ve ever imagined a man sounding. Wait, did you make that up or are you tripping?
Dumbass.
You open your eyes again. So that was your imagination…or was it? There’s a little bit of doubt in your mind. Either way your imagination is vivid and you crack yourself up.
Damn it, you play too much, now your drunk ass can’t even tell what’s someone telepathically communicating to you and what’s you imagining someone telepathically communicating to you.
You clear your throat a little.
“Oi, am I wasting my time? Am I making this up? Give me a sign or show yourself , but don’t like scare me, or else I’m just going to sleep.” You try to speak clearly and confidently.
Your head whips around to the wall at something suddenly in your peripheral, and you notice a little area starts to glow, brighter and brighter. It’s a sigil. The same one you put on your computer moments ago. It’s very slow. Your heart feels like it’s in your fucking throat as you blink extra hard. Nope, still there. Holy fuck??
You swallow, slightly nervous besides your sense of fear being dulled down.
A gasp leaves your throat at a sudden tapping noise coming straight from the sigil. A fist punches through your wall, except not actually punching through its material. The glowing sigl must be some sort of portal. You let out a shocked squeal as the fist shakes around the air of your room. The clawed hand opens and the body attached steps out.
“The fuck was that?”
Oh lord. He’s huge. And above all else, irresistibly sexy.
The demon stands before you, towering over most of your room proudly, a wild crown of red hot hair adorning his head. The candlelight flickers wildly as he looks directly at you. His handsome features complete with sharp eyes like glowing amber surrounded by darkness, almost dragon-like. Is that…lipstick? And guyliner. Another shiver runs through you at how attracted you are to this creature from hell. You must’ve made Asmodeus laugh and scored the jackpot in return. That sharp nose.. with the pretty bumps on the side…you wonder how it would feel riding it.
He’s wearing a coat trimmed with maroon fur, that still leaves little to the imagination as his entire muscular, giant torso is bare with a sheen that accentuates carved abs, perhaps sweat because hell is hot. Black pants with chains hang low on his hips. You don’t see visible wings but are sure he can make them appear if he wanted.
Just, holy shit.
Dark maroon lips smirk. His voice is raspy, a little tired, a little indifferent, but the look in his eyes says otherwise. “So…you gonna just keep staring at me all night and get off that way, or?”
You bite your lip. He’s so fucking smug. Your pussy starts pooling more wetness than already built up.
“I-well, yeah, you just appeared through my fucking wall,” you roll your eyes, not submitting so easily. “The hell did you expect?”
The demon flashes a mouth full of beautiful, dangerous teeth.
“Pretty little minx, and a smart mouth on ya too. I guess he was right it’d be worth bothering the admiral of the legions, can’t wait to fuck the brattiness out of you.”
Black, ornate trousers that appear punk and shredded to bits sway as he steps closer to your bed.
“Oh, Careful—” you warn but one of his beautiful, tall, twisty horns hits your ceiling fan, and you find it comical how a 7 foot tall demon is cursing at hitting his left horn in your room.
His eyes squint at you. “Fucking brat. Laughing at me, not even telling me your name. I could drag a rude little mortal like you to hell and eat you alive for lack of manners,” he drawls, little to no venom in his words, his voice so deep and rich you almost get lost in it for a moment. Little does he know you want him to eat you alive.
“Oh—, I mean you’re right, sorry sir,” you spit out the sorry as sarcastically as possible, “I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”
He eyes your thighs clenching together and a mocking chuckle bubbles in his chest. “Name’s Kid. But you, little thing, can call me Eustass for tonight when I’m impaling you on my cock.”
A little whimper is forced out of you at how dirtily he spoke, like he made an incantation to turn you on instantly. “Eustass,” you try out, making precum drip out of him more than he’d like to admit. Your eyes flit down to his cock that he mentioned, then back up. He knows you were staring. And he’s so damn smug about it too, because the big guy’s bulge looks absolutely huge.
He looks over at the toys on your bed and scoffs, picking up your dildo, and eyeing it snarkily. Your face burns in indignation at his wolfish, leering smirk.
“Oh princess. Might as well throw these—“ he locates your trash bin, “right here. Because I’m gonna fucking ruin them for you. And you can kiss any man’s dick goodbye.” He drops your sex toys into the trash like a mic drop.
And you’re not even mad. Your thighs shift against the fabric of your bodysuit to gain any sort of friction, so turned on from imagining what’s to come.
“Yeah? You like that? I can just smell how much that turned you on. Such a pathetic, needy, desperate slut. You in heat or something?”
You can only nod your head.
He makes his way back to the bed, walking like he has all the time in the world, and you eye him for how beautiful and dangerous he is, oozing sex appeal. He also eyes you hungrily, like a starved carnivore eyeing its new living meal. Heat from hell radiates off of him, and he smells otherworldly; almost sweet; with notes of pure musk, steel, blood, leather, sweat, and desire.
(You don’t know that the pheromones you’re releasing have a similar effect on him, but he wants to make you beg and whimper; mewl, cry, break).
You take in shaky breaths, not because those fangs could rip chunks out of you if he wanted to…well, that’s hot too.
Kid grabs your bottle of whiskey from your mattress, eyeing you with pure hunger as he gets so close to you, and sets it on the floor. “That’s gonna break if it stays on your bed.” He dips his head closer to you, inhales again to smell your arousal, and his eyes roll shut.
“A-are we gonna have a safeword? I’m not paying any hospital bills if you break my body,” you finally speak up, voice pitch heightened from horniness.
He scoffs. “How fucking adorable, such a needy stupid baby, you didn’t even think before making a contract with someone who could do whatever he wants with you no?” the redhead strokes your thigh as he sounds so mean and condescending, large clawed hand gripping your upper leg, squeezing your supple flesh. His breathing is heavy. Fiery eyes peer down into your soul as he pauses.
“Spikes.” He feels your collar, humming in approval. “But just know, you signed up to be fucked. And drained.” His blackened thumb traces over your bottom lip as he holds your chin. “If you can’t handle the heat, you should know better than to booty call hell.”
“Mhmm,” you say, nodding in his hold, tongue darting out to caress his finger. Kid snarls.
Just like that, a large palm presses on your sternum and shoves you down onto the bed. He yanks you by the hips to the edge of the mattress with a bruising grip, and bucks his clothed hips into yours sharply, trouser-covered bulge slapping your pussy roughly, eliciting a whine from your throat.
“Gonna keep your neighbors up with us all night just like this,” he growls, bucking onto you, hands tracing your hips, fingers dipping under your bodysuit to caress your soaking core.
“Wet kitty, so fucking sinful.” He pulls out his fingers, separating them and admiring how your slick strings up and drips down his hand. Then, glowing eyes gaze into yours as a long, sharp, forked tongue licks your essence up, cleaning them in one stroke. You throb. He tosses his trench coat to the floor and you admire his giant, muscular body. Thick neck you want to scratch up. Giant muscles carved of porcelain and littered with scars that you want to bite and paint even prettier. A fallen angel of vermillion, ready to stab you in the dark, drag you down in lust and weeping to your personal circle of heavenly hell.
Without another word, he dips his head down and snaps the crotch of your bodysuit open leaving you with no room to think. He flattens his large, forked tongue and licks a broad, wet stripe over your sopping cunt.
“ ‘s cunny’s mine,” he breathes, and begins his attack on you with his mouth, squeezing your thighs, large tongue teasing into you.
“Yes it’s all—, ohhhh~” He pulls out and shoves two huge fingers with painted fingernails into your entrance, stretching you out and making you arch your back from the sudden stimulation, pussy smushing into his face further. He growls again, feral in nature, the vibrations going straight to your clit as he intently watches your reactions. Wide tongue lapping at your clit, swirling, making you speak in tongues and whimper at how full you are. You do not regret summoning a demon at all.
He adds a third impossibly thick finger and scissors them in and out of you, then impatiently thrusts his tongue back in to fuck you, massaging every little nook and cranny of your textured walls. Swirling up, and up, and up until your brain rots inside your skull and you’re roughly grabbing handfuls of his hair.
You hear him groan a prideful, muffled “Good girl,” as his nose bumps into your clit so snugly. Your eyes roll back at the praise. It’s too much, all of it is too much. And yet, you need more, more, more, please, please, please. His tongue hits a tender spot that makes you jolt and begins to attack it in a full-fledged assault, causing you to snap your gaze back to him and buck your hips greedily into him.
Greedy. He likes that. He likes how greedy your cunt is, because he’s just as greedy for you. Your thighs clench around his head when he shakes his face, soaked in your juices, side to side to rub your clit with his nose pressed tightly to you. “E-Eustass!” you call out for him, all strangled, and a purr rumbles in his thick chest.
In response, he only clenches your thighs tighter around his face, continuing to torture you with his pink tongue that’s long and mobile like a fucking tentacle.
You cry out as talonesque nails dig into your thighs and little pricks of blood come out, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. You grind on him, head swimming in lust, probably only worsening the pinprick wounds. He leans back with you and completely sits down on the floor beneath, holding the entire weight of your body on top of his face with the strength of a powerful war demon.
He slides you up and down, and you tremble, spots of white flecking your vision as you ride his face, smearing your never ending slick to his insatiable delight.
His amber eyes glare at you, urging you to let go and come undone on top of him. Yet mocking you for needing to cum so soon.
And that’s what you do, shaking violently, curling over him, death grip on his scarlet tresses, as he groans at how delicious you taste. The orgasm washes over you so hard you almost fall slack, almost, as your moans fall silent from your circuits sparking. He drinks up all the essence you have to offer, lips smacking at how delicious you are, deep “Mmmhfuck” causing your nipples to perk.
He stands back up and sets you back down on the bed, unzipping his pants.
You’re lightheaded from the most amazing orgasm of your entire life, gazing at the ceiling as static fills your brain in ocean waves of dumbified pleasure.
Then your mouth gapes open at the sight in front of you. Beautifully red pubes trail right over his giant hand, fisting the biggest cock you’ve seen.
“Ngh, t-too big,” you whimper.
“Oh, I’m shocked you can speak,” he laughs darkly.
“Barely,” you try to prop yourself up on your elbows, but it’s so difficult and you fall back down.
He laughs at you, humiliating you in his stare. “Such a weak kitten,” the demon mocks you in faux sympathy.
You feel as though you nutting just now made you so insanely tired.
“Just lay back, dollface, you’re giving daddy life energy as a snack. Gonna make you even prettier, so dumb you can’t even speak.”
Before you can protest, he’s spearing you with his cockhead, ripping a loud moan from your throat.
He’s merciless, as no god has shown him, a fallen angel, any mercy. So why should he, an incubus leeching off of your sexual energy, show any mercy to a cunt that’s all his and swallows him in just right.
He continues to sink into you, and your nails pay him back by digging into him now, in his meaty forearms.
Kid’s tongue darts out over his crimson lips.
“Keep,” he thrusts out slightly, admiring the way you grip him, “fucking,” he thrusts back in all the way, making you shriek, “taking it.” The pain is so much, too much, the stretch fucking burns at how large of a cock is intruding you, but he hammers into you without regards to your comfort or pleasure. He’s the one using you, fucking you like you’re his breathing flesh light, like you’re the one working for him though he’s the escort demon. Ramming in, threatening to fuck right into your cervix, overload. You’re clamping down, your walls are rejecting him. It makes him curse loudly at how hard it is for him to move, but he’s stronger than a mere human, so ever the sadist, Kid pumps in regardless.
The pain of his unrelenting, selfish thrusts starts to turn slowly into pleasure, and the fullness and overwhelming stretch feels delicious. Your mind turns dumb and you start to whine.
“M-more,” you moan, and he grabs your tit harshly, twisting your nipple painfully, making tears rush to your eyes. He does so to the other tit, then slaps them roughly. You whimper his name, back arching like an exorcism in progress. Except exiting you, this demon is not.
“Yeah? You need some more, you selfish brat?” He growls, pace deepening and quickening. “Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere, not until the sun is up.” His hips snap against yours, and his nails rake down your body to fold your thighs against your chest, his crushing weight pinning you to the bed. Your mattress hitting the wall. You struggle to catch the breath that’s knocked out of you in this position.
“Fucking look at me,” he suddenly jibes, and you obediently make eye contact with him. “Now don’t you dare fucking look away or quiet those pretty noises. I want to make you scream.”
He’s going at an inhuman speed, and so fucking deep in this mating press, and hits the spot that made you cum before. His balls slapping against your ass, making you scream.
“Eustass! Eustass! Please, please, please, yes, Nnnn! Please!” You beg him to keep going, as he growls, “fuck yes, beg, princess, beg for this fucking cock,” his thrusts getting sloppier as your cunt tightens around him. Your eyes roll back a little, as he’s fucking you dumb.
“Ah!!!” You yelp, as he roughly slaps your ass.
“What did I fucking tell you?” Eustass snarls, and you bite your lip, face flushed as he glowers at you.
“T-to, to uh, look at you,” you say dumbly, gasping for air.
“That’s a smart girl,” he rubs your clit, making you squirm, and he condescendingly coos down at you, “so why don’t you look at me as I wreck you, hmm?”
His body is so big, so hot, he’s so heavy and wide as your poor legs stretch to accommodate his wide shoulders while he opens you like a flower and pounds into you. He smells so fucking good, you think, and you want him to cum inside of you and claim you as his, and you struggle but do your best to keep looking into his wild eyes. He’s absolutely feral, so intimidating, and your body rocks at his severity so you grasp the base of his horns. A little moan leaves him, and if he wasn’t pressed up so close to you, flooding up all of your thoughts and walls and senses, it would have gone undetected.
A darkness takes over his eyes. “Now you’ve fucking done it,” his voice drops ever lower, and he pulls out. Flips you over onto your hands and knees, pulls your hips to face the ceiling, and bottoms back in in one thrust. The new angle has you screaming and moaning his name, “EU—fuck!!!!” You whimper loudly, and he pushes your head down into the covers.
“Yeah—this pussy—is all—fucking mine—you hear that?” he rumbles in between thrusts, slapping your ass again as he arches your back impossibly, balls slapping your cunt. You’re too dumb to understand what he’s saying and he knows that. Your slick is everywhere between the two of you and it’s making him absolutely drunk and feral.
You’re unable to speak real words, you’re babbling and you claw the sheets as he batters your insides over and over like a battering ram. Tears and drool are soaking the covers beneath you, as you moan while you let him use you. He kneads and slaps your ass again. “Look at me.” He reminds you harshly.
You weakly turn your head to look back at him, blubbering, and his pointy, evil grin sends a jolt straight to your core again.
“You’re my fucking pet, and any man you let have this,” he makes a slicing movement with his finger over his throat. “Got it?”
You’re so gorgeous, hair plastered to your forehead and all wild, face flushed and teary, eyelashes fluttering up at him, gasping, as you whimper, “y-yes, Eustass, I belong to you,” and his deep thrusts slow luxuriously.
“Good girl,” he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up until your back meets his sweaty inferno of a chest. He rubs more circles on your puffy, abused clit and you squirm from the buzzing overstimulation of another impending orgasm. He eats up how you clench around him, and as your head spins dizzily from him still thrusting up into you deeply, he sinks his teeth into your right shoulder, claiming you.
You cry out weakly from the pain, and spasm around him like a voodoo victim and he lazily fucks you through your second orgasm, enjoying how you make a mess all over his hand.
“Oh, that’s so sexy,” he groans, lapping at the blood on your shoulder, as you squirt all over his arm, and his cock is absolutely drenched, dripping down to his balls. He moans and with a few more thrusts, stills. He fills you up with hot cum.
The giant incubus turns you both around, you still out of breath, dumb, on his cock. “Look here.” He says, like Virgil from Dante’s Inferno showing the writer the lustful circle of hell.
You peer at your reflection in the mirror. You, so fucked out, almost unrecognizable, crying, glowing, lips plump from biting them. A huge bite mark on your shoulder. Bruised hips. Both of you scratched up with a little bit of blood. Legs shaking as you’re sitting pretty on his cock, a bulge evident in your tummy. His huge hands encircling you, him, possessively overshadowing you. He’s so much bigger than you, his width eclipsing you in the reflection.
You lean your head back tiredly. He whispers lowly into your ear. “ ��M only just getting started with you, but look at how pretty you are as my pet, yeah? This is what I’m gonna see every single night, aren’t you excited?”
You tiredly turn your head to smoosh into his pillowy chest, his smell overpowering your senses, and you look up to him. “This is all I need,” you whisper back.
He sets you down on wobbly legs and holds you up a little. He cups your jaw in his giant hand, and the white of his canines shines. His lipstick is slightly smeared. He looks gorgeous, sinister, a glowing star of red, black, amber, and pale skin.
Then he kisses you, in a way that’s startlingly soft and passionate, in his ferocious way because Eustass is, well, Eustass. He pulls away, eyes glittering darkly.
“That’s the right response, darling.”
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TO BE CONTINUED 🏴‍☠️ -> part 2!
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kidsinsaturn · 3 months
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Can I plz rq hcs for being married to both shisui and Madara? Like how would they be with their s/o, domestic vibes, etc?
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[🗼] yesss I love this idea!! I've been in the madara feelings lately hahah I wanted to post this yesterday but I ate way too many tamales I felt sick
characters: shisui uchiha; madara uchiha
genre: sfw
warnings: gn!reader; possessiveness; mentions of discrimination ?; mention of manipulation; stalking; obsessive traits
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-shisui husband of the year!! hellooo, this uchiha is just so sweet and mindful of you all the time
-your wedding was probably very traditional although very small. both shisui and you didn't want a lot of people there. he is a very private man after all
-if you are not uchiha, you must learn all to their customs and their culture, im sorry. shisui may disagree with some of his clan's ideals, but he still finds some of them very important and he loves them
-but of course he will also be very very open to learning more about your clan's traditions and if your clan has something special (like a kenkkei genkai or a physical feature), he wants to learn all the history behind it
-as we all know, the uchiha can be a bit hostile to foreigners, so if you were of another clan or even another village, shisui can even feel a bit pitiful that you have to go through all of this because of his dumb clan
-he assures you all the time that you are the perfect person for him, regardless of the loud, rude words that you can hear on your way to his house. which may lead to shisui and you moving to a house a bit secluded from the others, but still in the compound
-yeah im sorry but I sincerely do not see shisui dropping his duties as an uchiha and as a villager of konoha just for you. yes he loves you tons, but he always manages to divide equally his commitments. he will stay in the compound because he is an uchiha and has his own obligations in the clan
-even though it was a bit hard at the beginning because you were expecting different, shisui will not treat you any different. as a boyfriend, he was the best the version of himself, and now as a husband, he still is the best version of himself. he believes he shouldn't treat his spouse worse or better just because they are married. he always gave his 200% ok
-very domestic husband although he is out for work a lot. there are times he feels guilty for leaving you alone too much, but he is a provider okayyy he needs to work hard enough so you have everything
-which is why he will try to convince you to stay home if you are a shinobi. if he succeeds, he is deeply happy and relieved that you are safe now. but if you decide to keep your job as a ninja, he just lectures you to always be cautious and blah blah blah he is just worried okay? he doesn't want to lose his boo
-shisui will come with you to the gates of the village to bid you farewell with the longest, knee-dropping kiss. you only wish to end the mission soon so you can come back to have another one of his amazing kisses
-on canon universe, you only knew half of what was happening with the village and the clan. but on his final day, he made time to tell you everything, and just love you one last time oh no im not ok
-other uchiha and of course other villagers would respect you a lot of course. you are the spouse of sunshin no shisui hellooo. people will know of you immediately since shisui was quite the popular in the village. and ohh!! I am convinced many girls would be jealous of you because you took shisui first aughhh I wanna elaborate on this idea more haha
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-madara is the most sensible and sentimental uchiha out there istg. he does not fall in love, and if he does, then i'ts over for the person, either they die or they both get married
-no but seriously, I don't want to get too much into this, but I deeply believe canon madara would not really get married because he is way too traumatized and obsessed with peace and war and dreams. so let's pretend this is another kind of au where madara is kind of normal and sane
-as much as you both wanted a small, quiet wedding, you just couldn't get it. madara is the clan leader and let's not forget he has the most booming, extrovert, and simple-minded best friends so of course it couldn't be a simple wedding
-hashirama wanted your wedding to be very special, and even though it was a bit too extravagant for your first ideas, it ended up being very cute and nice. madara is deeply in love with you, and from now on, you become his
-not that wasn't like that before. you were his everything the moment he realized his wanted you, and you were his from that second too. it's just that now he can say it out and wouldn't be called weird haha silly guy
-you gained the title of madara's spouse and by no means is that to take unseriously. all the uchiha clansmen respect you, at least in front of you. if you were from a different clan, you are to be judged there sorry. at least they are not dumb and do not say it out loud, but there are still whispers and well-masked judgmental faces every time you walked through the compound
-madara decides it is best for you two to live in the compound, and you can't really complain since he is clan head. however madara makes sure you are satisfied every day. always obtaining what you want thanks to the servants madara assigned you. and of course when he is home with you, he is very attentive to you
-you are never alone. if you're in your house and if madara is not there, there is always someone there with you, either the housekeeper or your servant. if you are out, there is someone there following your every step. when you realize this, you get mad at madara. he promises he will stop though he only reprimands the shinobi for being too noticeable and replaces him
-you get to know two faces of Madera. the one he shows everyone else, and the one he is with you. at first you are a bit taken aback by his sudden changes of demeanor and personality. he is firm, dominant, and stoic in front of others, even of his clansmen. his essence is dominant. but with you? he still is but a lot less lol
-he just can't help it at first, he says some things so bluntly that they even hurt. but he learns that you are no enemy, that you are his temple, he shouldn't be harsh to you. he ends up being very soft, you become his weakness, if you say something, he complies
-BUT the only thing he can't get rid of is his possessiveness, you are his, why do you need to go with someone else? you have him, is he not enough? do you want him to make some shadow clones so he is always your first choice? madara doesn't like seeing you with a lot of people; he has a mental list of the only people he is okay with, please respect his list
-he always needs to know what you do, where you will be going and what you will do. if you don't dare to spare any details, he will find out himself, though he will be hurt and disappointed
-and lets be reals guys... madara will at some point, manipulate you. either he doesn't like something you're doing or someone you are seeing, he will be very subtle with his words and just guide you toward a decision he wants you to make. he isn't stupid and tells you right there, no. he wants you to feel some sense of control of your actions when in reality, he is in charge of them
-he is a great husband though lol a bit insane but he deeply deeply loves you. he fears somethings happens to you and that's why he wants to control your life
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yuyu1024 · 1 month
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Cherry lips
Pairings: San x Y/N
Genre/tags: idol dating, au, establish relationship
Warning: 🔞 a little smut, cursing, sensual touching, making out, pet name, fluff too
~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 1.3k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
Note: just random drabble again. I made these a few days ago or probably a week ago.. but just posted now coz i forgot..? 😂
Also side note.....Adulting life is hard 🥲 hehe
Struggggling hahah anyways Have a nice day and night to everyone.
Brb.
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San messaged you, saying he's not feeling well today. So after finishing your work, you hurriedly commuted to get to his dorm so you could check on him and see if he needs anything.
"Huh? Y/N, what are you doing here on a friday?" Seonghwa asks, surprised to see you standing at their front door.
"How's Sannie?" You ask
"Ahhh...." he chuckles. "He's in his room... acting like a baby." He moves yo the side, gesturing you to come in. "He already ate. Mingi cooked him a soup dish to make him feel a bit better."
"Does he have a fever?"
Seonghwa shakes his head, "He's a lot much better now. He has been deligent taking his medicines, drinking water and eating well."
You sigh a big relief. "Thank goodness..."
"He just finished showering and going back to bed to watch a movie... he is basically okay now actually.. so I'm not sure why he asked you to come?" Seonghwa says scratching his head.
"What else? San probably wants some cuddles from Y/N...and get babied even more." Mingi says as he comes out of his room. "He even asked for a hug from me yesterday when I gave him his food..." he chuckles remembering how San acts.
"Probably..." you agree.
"If you two get hungry... There is food in the fridge. I cooked something for lunch earlier... just heat it up." Mingi says as he ties his shoes. "Imma go to the studio... so..."
"Be safe... you and manager." Seonghwa says
"Bye!" You wave to Mingi.
And as soon as Mingi is out
"I'll be in my room and watch a kdrama... I'll put my speaker on... and if I do get out I'll put my headset."
You title your head to the side. "Why? What for?"
Laughing softly, "We all know how San is... when he asks for you..."
You suddenly felt your cheeks heat up from what Seonghwa just said. "Oh dear!" You cover your face.
"Don't worry... We don't judge... it's part of human nature and..."
"Does that mean... you guys could hear... oh dear!" You panic
"Yah... don't worry about it... we don't really hear it all out..  probably just once time... and we learned from it."
"Oh God!" Your cheeks and ears are totally red now.
Seonghwa pats you at the back. "Sorry... I should've not said anything..."
Shyly looking at Seonghwa. "No it's fine... if ever... hmmm... we.... well... I'll try to tell him to be more quiet... and.. me too..."
"Cute." Seonghwa pinches your cheek.
Caressing your cheek after Hwa pinches you. "I'll go and check on Sannie..." you say
"Okay... I'll go and make myself busy now." He scoffs before turning his back.
You waited for Seonghwa to totally shut his door before you march towards the opposite direction, where San's room is.
"San?" You call as you knock lightly.
No answer. It's quiet.
"Sannie...?" You twist the doorknob and slowly push it open. "Sannie??" You whisper while your head is slightly tilted to take a peek if he's there. "Hmm... maybe he's asleep..."
You slide one foot first and then the rest follows. You are very cautious, trying your very best to not make any loud noise that could wake your boyfriend.
Scanning the whole room, you see that the room looks okay, nothing to clean so far. The TV is on but with a very low volumn that you barely hear it.
'He must've forgot to turn it off or probably fell asleep without him noticing' you say to yourself as you carefully walk further more in and look for the remote to turn it off.
"What are you doing?"
You screach a bit loud the second you hear someone talk just as you turned off the TV, making the room completely dark.
"I've missed you."
It's San.
"Fuck! You scared me!" You're heart is beating out of your chest.
"I can feel it..." he sounds amused by you getting scared. "You're heart is beating so fast..." he have you in his embrace from your back. "Sorry if I scared you... I was just waiting for you to get close..." he sniffs you by the neck. "I didn't thought that you'll turn off the TV..."
"Well... me too...I didn't noticed that your mini light weren't open... now it's completely dark."
"Just turn on the TV again so we can see..." he snuggles onto you more while he wrap his arm around your torse. "You're wearing a blouse?" He asks as he let his hands feel your top.
"I came straight from work..." you say. "I was so worried about you when I read your message..."
"Sorry if I got you worried..." his slides two of his fingers between the gap of your buttoned up blouse. "Mingi and Seonghwa took care of me well... but the reason why I did texted you still is  because.. I miss you..." his fingers gently touches your breast. "I miss you so bad." He breathes in your scent from your nape
"I miss you too..." you take his other free hand and kisses his knuckle. "You're schedule have been hectic and I got bit busy too..."
"I'm free tomorrow and on sunday..." he hums, brushing his lips all over your exposed neck. "Stay with me..." he breathe the words as he turns your head towards him so he could kiss you. "Your lipgloss... taste like cherry..." you could hear him smile as he pulls away from the kiss
"Sannie... I need light... I want to see you..."
"You do?" He suddenly lets you go
"Hey!" You try to catch on and grab him as he moves away but you lost balance and fell off the bed. "Aw!!" Your knee hit the frame of the bed.
"Baby!" San panics and hurriesly switches on the soft light from the side of his bed.
You are wearing a black skirt with a slit on the side. And the expose knee hit the edge of the bed real hard.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yeah..." you are holding on to your knee. "It will be fine... though I'm sure I'll get a bruise..."
"Baby... I'm sorry." San grabs your face and kisses you on the lips and then on both cheeks.
"Hey... I hurt my knee...not my lips..." you chuckle.
A smile spreads across his lips and his cute dimple showing. "Please... stay..." Then he goes to kiss you again making you smile.
"Okay... But..." you raise your index finger and taps the tip of his nose. "No sex..."
"What? Why???" He pouts
"Well... unless we're not alone." You sit down and suddenly remember how embarassed you felt earlier. "Just... I don't want them to hear us..."
"But they already did..."
"You know?!?"
"Baby, how can they not? We are loud... what do you expect?"
"Fuck!" You fall down on his bed, face down. "No! I didn't want them to hear." You mumble over his duvet.
"Baby..."
You suddenly got up. "No... control yourself okay? No sex... until we are completely alone."
"You're saying that but your face shows you are not happy with what you're trying to implement." San burts to a laugh looking at your troubled expression
"Fuck! I miss you too and of course... I nee-- no... I wan--- no..." you are trying to breathe in and breathe out. "No... I'm here to cuddle and take care of you. We can play games and watch movies... to divert ourselve."
"Whatever you say, baby." San leans in and kisses you on the lips again. "I'll do whatever you say..." he hums those words like he's testing if you will break seconds into your pep talk.
"Don't lure me, Sannie. You already opened my blouse... yes... but no..." you smile into the kiss...
"I can try again later." He then pinches your cheek as he pulls away from the kiss. "I love you."
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Balessan - (c.b. oneshot)
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♡ O.S Inspo: Balessan ; Also known as: Poplar Buds, Balsam Poplar, Balm of Gilead, Mecca, Mecca Balsam, & Bechan - This Magickal herb can be used to bring forth; Love, manifestations, protection, healing, de-stressing, and assisting in healing from the loss of a loved one. Use in love sachets; carry for healing, protection, and mending a broken heart.
♡ Summary: This amazing, big brained, fabulous & wonderful request is inspired from this ask from my beautiful flower @daysofyellowroses - Thank you my love. -- In this O/S You & Carmy spend a day with his nephew at the park!
♡ W/C: 4,200
♡ Posted Date: 03/19/2024
♡ A/N: Aaaa! look at me pumpin' these one shots out like hot cakes!!! Get your requests in folks I have a long weekend ahead hahaha!! This was BEYOND fun to write, thank you so much again Rose for such an amazing request. I hope it's everything you imagined!! I lovee love love writing mushy happy Carmy, he deserves all the love in his life!! I totally see him being the pushover uncle just like this, Happy Meals & Ice Cream for daysss!!! <3
♡ Warnings for BTC: NONE!!! Well... carmy smokes a cigarette at the end? That's all hahah - ***NO USE OF Y/N - AS LITTLE PHYSICAL DESCRIP. AS POSSIBLE - READER IS CALLED 'BLOSSOM' IN THIS O/S :)***
➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡
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Carmen had never felt true love before. He didn’t think he’d ever know what that felt like. He’d heard stories of parents meeting their newborn babies for the first time, saying that ‘it was an indescribable feeling of holding the entire world in the palm of your hands.’ And that to him, sounded like bullshit. 
It was sweet and all, but considering the way his mother and father treated he and his siblings growing up- that moment was fleeting at the very least. 
That was what he’d thought, until that is- he got the call that would change his life, forever. 
Sugar and Pete had kept the gender of their baby a secret, Carmy was very excited for them, and though Pete wasn’t his favorite person- he knew in his heart he’d be a great dad. Better then he could ever do at least, so that had eased his mind for the new blood of his family. 
Pete had called to inform him that Sugar had given birth, finally, he thought to himself. He didn’t realize that the labor process could take days. Sugar had went into the hospital on Tuesday, in the early afternoon when her water had broken- it was now 4 pm Thursday evening. It was about time for the kid to make an appearance. 
He’d made his way down to the hospital right away, no questions asked. It was Sugar after all, and after Pete had told him she wasn’t having any visitors, but had requested that he specifically come see her- he wasn’t gonna let her down. 
He’d even stopped at the 24-hour deli convenience store on the way, getting her a club sandwich that she’d been moaning about not being able to have for months - something about pregnant people not being allowed to have lunch meat? He wasn’t sure what that was about. 
When he got in the room, it was so quiet, he could hear his heart thumping in his ears. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous- it’s not like the kid was gonna have an opinion on him…yet. But still, he knew first impressions were important. He also didn’t want to fuck anything up, he wasn’t very sure how to hold a baby- he’d never held Eva when she was young, and he heard babies necks were super floppy, so he was really nervous he’d hurt them by mistake.
“Hey..” he said softly, and Sugar sits up. She looked utterly exhausted, she was pale, her hair was knotted and sweaty all stuck to her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot from either pain or being so tired, he wasn’t sure which. 
“Bear! You came!” She said quietly, opening her arms for a hug. He walks over to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her as he wasn’t sure if her stomach would be hurting or not, and kissing her cheek lovingly. 
“Y’re amazing Sugar, you did so good, thats fuckin’ crazy- you had a baby, Sug” he tells her, rubbing her arm gently. Carmen didn’t know much about pregnancy and birth, other than what he’d learned from Sugar over the past year or so. The only thing he really knew about the birthing process was what he’d seen on TV, and the fact that birth hurt like an absolute bitch, and that there was no way around it. 
“Thank you…is that-“ she asked, picking up the bag he’d placed next to her on the bed. He smiled a bit, pulling the sandwich out. 
“Club sandwich. Don’t say I never listen to you” he teased and she pouted, tears filling her eyes and she pulled him into another hug. 
“Y’re the best Bear.” She said. “Sorry…I’m gonna be hormonal for like..another year” she laughed a bit. 
He chuckled softly, rubbing her back. “I’m used to it by now.” He teased. 
The door opened, and a nurse wheeled in a bundle of white striped blankets in to the room, lying in a bassinet. 
“Oh! Uncle is here! Okay so baby did great, they’re all set. We got all the bloodwork we needed, took their k shot, everything is looking wonderful. I’ll let you get acquainted” she said, being sure not to give away the baby’s name or gender before they were ready, leaving the little bundle next to Sugars bedside before heading out and closing the door quietly behind her. 
The baby coos, making sweet adorable little noises. Carmen took the bag of food for Sugar, placing it on her bedside table as she carefully picked up her baby, cradling them in her arms. 
Carmen was in awe. Everything about them was so…tiny. So pure, so untouched by the world. He carefully nudged the blanket down so he could get a better view of their face, the babies teeny little hand peeking out. He couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped his lips as the babe curled their whole hand around his forefinger. 
“Sug” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes and falling to his cheeks before he could try and hold them back. “Oh god…” he said softly, stroking the baby's tiny fingers with his thumb. 
“Michael Anthony Lombardi” she said softly. He looks up at her, jaw dropped. 
It was totally something sugar would do, so sentimental. Naming her first son after her 2 brothers. But now, Carmen felt even more attached to the little guy. He was carrying his name- he had to take care of him, protect him, the same way Michael had done for him. 
Carmen sniffles, kissing her head and resting his cheek on top of it as he looks down at the beautiful little baby. Well- maybe not beautiful physically- yet. Carmen always thought brand new babies looked fairly weird, of course he’d never tell Sugar that, though. 
But, beautiful in the sense that he knew what this baby meant for them, for their family. It was a brand new beginning, and maybe- just maybe…this would be enough to get his mother to clean up her act enough to be the grandmother for this baby how she couldn’t be a mother to he and his siblings.  “Nice to meet you, Mikey” he said with the kind of smile that made his eyes crinkle, vision blurry with tears.
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It had been about 6 months since you and Carm had met, and one of the things you loved about him was what an active, engaged uncle he was with his little nephew, Michael. 
He’d grown plenty now since the first time he and the little cub met, being ‘a whole hand and a thumb’ as Mikey proudly told you the time you’d met the little firecracker at the first family dinner you’d attended. 
That little boy was Carmy’s sun, moon, and all of his stars. He was constantly spoiling him with new toys, clothes, taking him out for “Mikey and Bear” days, the kid was the lockscreen on his phone for crying out loud. If you weren’t dating him, with the way he talks about that boy- you’d think he was a single dad. 
Sugar very much appreciated it though, she never wanted to stop working when she’d gotten pregnant, so being able to balance four different days off with 3 adults, rather than just split the duties between her and Pete- it helped their lives as a couple run a lot smoother overall. 
It took a while for Carmy to even introduce you to Mikey. He’d been nervous, reverting to his old ways of ‘waiting for the other shoe to drop’ and nothing would crush him more, then introducing his favorite little guy to someone, getting him used to them, and then them leaving him.
He could handle that rejection- but he damn sure wasn’t gonna subject Mikey to that same pain. If there was one thing Carmen swore, it was to protect the child with everything he had. 
This was the third time you’d be meeting Mikey. Carmy had asked if you wanted to take him to the park together for a picnic after he’d picked him up from school, and of course you agreed. There was no better way to spend the afternoon than sharing snacks with your Bear under the shade of oak trees from the late spring sun, and chasing around Sugars mini-me until he clonked out on the blanket for a nap. 
When you’d arrived to the park to meet them, you spotted Carm’s large black blanket with his backpack and 2 matching big and small Nalgene water bottles, adorned with stickers from different water parks and amusement parks they’d been to together, but he nor Mikey were nowhere to be seen. But you couldn’t miss them with how loud Mikey was being. 
“No! No! I call foul!!” Carm laughed boisterously. You continue on, seeing them come in to view past the blockade of a large tree- to find Carmy rolling in the grass as Mikey tackled him for the football he was holding. 
“The Cub takes down The Bear at the 20 yard lineee!!” Mikey shouts ferociously, jumping up and pouncing on Carmys chest in a bodyslam. 
Carm groans, “Ohhh you little cheater- when did we start wrestling?! They don’t do bodyslams in football, kid” he wraps his arms around Mikey, caging him in and tickling his sides, causing him to squeal and laugh wildly.
“Wow! Uncle Bear has been lacking at the gym, thanks for takin’ care of my light stuff Mikey” you said teasingly with a big smile. 
Mikey quickly got up, running over to you “Blossom!!!” he squealed, crashing into your waist, nearly knocking you over in the process. Blossom had become your nickname in the family, since the first time they’d met you, Carm insisted you’d smelt like cherry blossoms, to which Sugar and Richie agreed, so from then on- you were Blossom. 
“Woah! Kid you’re getting strong huh? Peewee football training been gettin intense?” You give him a big hug. 
Carm chuckled, getting up and dusting the grass and leaves from his hair and shirt, coming over and greeting you with a peck on the lips. “Tell me ‘bout it- Thanks for meeting me, kids got crazy energy today.” He said, ruffling the boys curly soft brown hair lovingly. 
“Nowww can we eat our lunch?” Mikey looked up at him, his pretty blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon light. He really did look like Mikey, and Carmy mixed together in the best way. The Berzatto family genes were mighty strong, at least on the men’s side. 
“Yes Cub. Y’know…you scammed me into a happy meal before we got here, how can you be so starved?” He teased, causing you to giggle. 
“Again? Wow Carm, you’re going softer and softer as the days go by” you teased, sitting down with he and Mikey on the comfortable blanket under the shade of the trees.
“Well it’s hard to tell him no. Did you know he got a 100% on his spelling test t’day? Mikey, tell Blossom how to spell ‘water’ ” he told him with a grin. 
Mikey looks over proudly “w-a-t…” he stops for a moment, looking at Carmy nervously. 
“You got it bud, keep goin’- sound it out, what’s next?” Carmy encourages gently. 
“E! It's E! w-a-t-e-r!” Mikey finishes proudly and you both clap for him excitedly. 
“Oh my goodness! You are such a smart boy. Good job Mikey!” You gush, giving him a high five. 
“That’s right the smartest. First spelling test of the year, and you nailed it bud!!” Carmy praised, hugging him and kissing his head sweetly. 
“Mommy’s gonna be so excited!” He said, sitting crisscross as he opened up his pb&j Carm packed for him. 
“She’s gonna be stoked, Cub. Absolutely stoked” you told him, taking the sandwich Carm had offered you. 
“Oh! Blossom I learned a new joke- listen, so you say who’s there when I say ‘knock knock’ got it?” Mikey asks and you nod with a smile. 
“Alright, thank you for my lines ahead of time, Cub” you joked, earning a chuckle out of Carmen who had surely heard this joke one million times since he’d learned it, considering he saw the kid no less then 5 days a week. 
“Knock knock!” Mikey said, looking at you expectantly. 
“I’m doing the dishes” you said, causing Mikey to burst into adorable giggles and Carm to follow suit since he couldn’t help himself when Mikey got started. 
“Nooo! Blossom!” He giggled “you say ‘who’s there’ this time, ok?” He said and you nod. 
“Okay, okay. I’ll make sure to be not so busy this time.” You teased with a giggle. 
“Knock knooock!” He said again. 
“Hold on just a second! I need to feed mister mittens- my cat!” You said and he laughs again, shaking his head. 
“You promised! Blossom! It’s ‘who’s there!’ “ he giggled. 
“Okayyy! Okay! Whoooos there?” You oblige. 
“Harry!!!” He said happily, popping a grape in his mouth. 
“I don’t know a Harry- so scram!” You teased and he laughed so hard he snorted, causing you and Carmy to crack up in a fit of laughs together. 
“You’re bad at jokes Blossom, here watch, Bear will do it right f’me. Bear, knock knock” he looks over at Carm. 
“Who’s there, Cub?” He said, taking a bite of his own sandwich. 
“Harry” he smiled big, “listen blossom” Mikey urges, causing you to giggle. 
“Harry who” Carm said with a large grin.  “Harry up and open the door it’s raining out here!!!” Mikey said, bursting in to a fit of giggles which of course caused you and Carm to join.
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“Ready or not here I come!” You hear Carmy say. You hold your finger to your lips, holding Mikey tightly in your lap in the tube slide so you both won’t fall and give up your ingenious hiding spot the two of you had come up with.
“Shhh! We gotta be quiet Cub or he’s gonna find us- the bear will eat you!” you joked and he covered his mouth quickly to contain his giggles.
“Where are youuuu!” Carmy called from the other side of the playground, you giggled quietly to yourself. 
“We picked a good spot bud!” you whisper proudly and he nods, hugging your arm sweetly. Leg suddenly cramps up from being in such an awkward position in a tube meant for children much shorter then you, and you gasp quietly, moving your foot to relieve it but in the struggle- your flip-flop slips off, sliding down the tube slide and you hear it thump on the ground below, blowing up your hiding spot. 
You and Mikey look at eachother as you hear Carm laugh, “Ohhhh! Dead!! You’re both dead!” he said and you quickly lift Mikey behind you. 
“Go Mikey! Save yourself he’s gonna eat you!!!” you laugh and he scrambles out of the tube as Carm climbs up from the bottom, grabbing your bare foot.
You squeal in laughter as he pulls you down the slide by your feet, catching you at the bottom and kissing all over your face and neck, nibbling as he goes. “You’ve been caught” he growls playfully, pinning your arms above your head and kissing where your shirt rode up over your stomach leaving playful lovebites on your hips.
“Hey!” Mikey yells, running up and hugging Carms leg, hanging on it like a little monkey. “Thats my best friend! Leave her alone you big grizzly bear!” he yells through his giggles, playfully hitting Carmys leg.
“Ohhhh you’re dead Cub, dead meat buddy” he pulled away from you, scooping Mikey up and swinging him around. “Y’think y’can just beat up y’re best uncle mm little man?” he holds him upside down by his legs holding him carefully and dangling him in front of your face causing him to laugh wildly. “I present your savior Blossom, he’s been defeated” he sways him teasingly causing him to laugh more.
  “Oh noooo! Cub! The Bear got you! I forgot to tell you….he and I were working together in secret- mwahaha!!” you laugh evilly, tickling his exposed belly and he wiggles screeching in laughter.
“Not fair- Not fair!!!” he said between giggles. Carm carefully laid him on your lap so he wouldn’t get sick from being upside down and checks his watch for the time.
“Alright- we got 15 minutes, do we want swings, slide, or playing a game?” Carmy asked, causing Mikey to whine. 
“Noooo! Bear! It’s not time yet!!! It’s not even dark” he pouted, pointing at the sun, causing Carm to smile. 
“Y’re right, its not dark, but bein’ a big man in kindergarten means you got big man responsibilities now, like goin’ home and doin’ homework w’Dad yeah? He’s gonna be waitin’ on you, Dad’s not a man I can reason with m’friend, Higher rank on the totem” he ruffled his hair. 
“Fiiiine” Mikey grumbled. “I wanna do swings, race me-” he jumps up from your lap, sprinting towards the swingset.
“Wha- hey! You’re supposed to say 1,2,3, go! Those are the rules cheater!” Carmy laughs as he jogs after him. You slipped on your flipflop, going after the two boys.
“I beat you! See Blossom my new shoes make me so fast!” Mikey called to you proudly, hopping up and sitting in the swing as Carmy finally caught up.
“I did! Super fast Mikey!” you agreed with a giggle making your way up to the swingset. 
“Oh! Oh! Blossom, let’s see who can get higher!” Mikey said happily and you oblige, sitting on the swing next to him.
“Alright, Bear- you’re the judge I guess” you smiled, starting to pump your legs.
“I’m a tough critic, I expect perfect form outta you” he teased, sitting down on the picnic table in front of the swingset as he watched. 
“I’m gonna win” Mikey said confidently, already getting a few feet higher then you had. 
You giggled, “Yeah- cause you had a head start” you counter, pumping your legs harder trying to gain more momentum.
“It’s lookin’ good for Mikey babe, keep it up kid y’re doin’ great” Carm encouraged, resting his hands behind his head and stretching his legs out as he watched. 
“Bear can I jump off and you catch me?” Mikey asked hopefully to which Carmen laughs.
“Noooo way kiddo, I’m not takin’ a trip to the ER t’night, I got work in the morning and either i’ll end up hurt, or y’mother will kill me” he said, causing you to laugh as well.
“You’re gonna break your neck kid, don’t do that at school, did that once as a kid and I broke my ankle” you giggled, gasping as your flipflop flew off once again and hit Carmen right over the top of the head, causing you and Mikey to burst out in a fit of giggles.
“Hey!” Carm said, rubbing his head jokingly with a chuckle.”Those things are proving to be a horrible choice of park footwear, baby” he snorts, setting the shoe next to him on the bench for when you got off.
“I’m sorry! My work shoes were a worse choice and these are all I had in my locker” you giggled, the wind whipping your hair as you get higher and higher in the air.
“Bear! Bear! Look how high I am!!!” Mikey said proudly to which Carm nods with a big grin.
“That’s right bud! Y’re so high right now, bet you could touch an airplane if it was flyin’ over huh?” he said, digging his phone out of his pocket to take a video. “Say hi to Mommy!” he said and Mikey laughed happily, waving at Carm.
“Hiiii Mommy! I love you!” he said sweetly with a giggle. “Am I beating Blossom? Huh Bear? Am I higher?” he said and Carm chuckled.
“Mhmm- sorry baby, I think Mikey has ya beat this time around,” he said, ending the video and slipping his phone back in his pocket.
“Well how could I beat the best huh?” you mused, stopping pumping your legs so your swing would slow. 
“I told you!” Mikey giggled, digging his heels into the woodchips to come to a hard stop and running up to Carmy, giving him a big hug. “Can we get ice cream bear?” he asked and Carm laughed, shaking his head.
“You don’t stop, huh kiddo? No ice cream, It’ll spoil y’r dinner. How ‘bout, if y’really good at school this week- When I get you on Friday, we’ll go you ‘n me yeah?” he pats his back and Mikey nods with a pout.
“Pinky promise” He holds up his pinky and Carmy hooks his own around it, kissing Mikeys hand, and Mikey kisses his. 
“See? Deal” he ruffled his brunette curls and got up, grabbing the flip flop and coming up to you, crouching down grabbing your leg and kissing down your calf causing you to giggle before he carefully put the flip flop on your foot.
“I want a piggyback!” Mikey said, jumping on Carmys back to which he caught his balance with his forearm.
“Woah! Okay! Alright piggyback it is bud but y’gotta tell me yeah? We don’t want anyone gettin’ hurt” he told him, hiking him up on his waist as he stood up, Mikey wrapping his arms around his neck securely.
“Ok I’ll tell you next time” he replied. You hopped off the swing, taking Carmy’s hand and interlacing your fingers as you walked, swinging your hands together happily. The weather was absolutely perfect today. Not a cloud in the sky, perfect humidity, 72 degrees, you were surprised there weren’t more people here at the park other than the fact it was a Wednesday afternoon.
The three of you made your way back over to the blanket, and Carmy gently sets Mikey down to fold it up and pack up his backpack with the remainder of the food we couldn’t finish. “Blossom look! Look! I can jump so high in my new shoes!” Mikey said, tugging your pants to look at him and you obliged, keeping him busy as Carm tried to get everything situated to pack into the car. 
“Alright little jumping bean, time to go home d’you wanna race to the car, or I’ll carry you?” He asked, putting on his backpack and carrying Mikeys for him.
“Race- 123go!” Mikey said quickly before taking off and you laughed. Carm shakes his head with a smile, holding your hand as you both walked after him to the car. 
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The ride back was full of laughter and singing Bluey songs, of course. That was Mikey’s favorite show at the moment, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way Carmy sang with Mikey along to every word. Carmy had even gotten a little Bluey air freshener that hung on his rearview mirror, just another little piece of Mikey that hung around, alongside his carseat that permanently lived in the back, the polaroid of him, sugar, and Mikey on his dash, the many toys scattered along the backseat. It was more than clear that the little guy held his entire heart in the palms of his hands. 
“Alright buckaroo” Carmy said as he pulls into sugars driveway. Mikey unbuckles himself, flinging forward and wrapping you into a hug. 
“Bye awesome blossom, thanks for playing with me” he said sweetly. You smiled, ruffling his hair and wrapping your arms around him.
“We’ll do it again soon, bud. Be good yeah? Listen t’your momma” You told him, patting his back. Carmy got out, grabbing his bluey backpack for him, helping him out of the car and carrying him up the steps, opening up the door and heading in to drop him off.
You opened up the center console, digging out Carm’s cigarettes and a lighter, knowing he was gonna be craving one bad when he got back in the car. Sugar didn’t even have to ask, as soon as the baby was born- if he was gonna be around the baby he wasn’t smoking until after he’d left, so there was absolutely no chance of any secondhand smoke being passed on to him.
Cracking the window, you lit it, taking a drag as he shuts the door behind him and comes back to the car. You offered the cigarette between your fingers and he smiled, taking it after he buckled his seatbelt. “Have I reminded you today, how much I love you my perfect angel” He leaned in, giving you a sweet lingering kiss on the lips. 
You smiled, humming softly at the sweet gesture. “Yes- well- not in person today, but, you did text me - good morning, I love you when you went to work, so that counts” he smiled as he took a drag, backing out of the driveway carefully. 
“Well, I love you baby, What are we doin’ f’r dinner? Am I cookin’ er we goin out?” he cracks his window, ashing his cigarette before having another drag, resting his tattooed hand on your thigh, stroking gently as he drove.
“I’m in the mood for some Berzatto Family Pasta” you hum, resting your hand out the window to feel the cool kiss of the spring evening breeze.  “Family pasta it is, Blossom”
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ganymede-hh · 4 months
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After moving out of his parents' house, despite their concerns- Eric had refused to take any university courses. Finding out that streaming games could earn him enough money to survive, he had gotten used to spending his days playing competitive multiplayer games. Often times, he was too lazy to even pull on a pair of pants- just gaming away bottomless.
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As one might expect from a 20-something man, Eric wasn't necessarily the nicest person, and his new lifestyle was bringing out the worst in him. In each game, he'd yell and cuss at his teammates the moment he noticed their shortcomings. He'd regularly make little children cry with his excessive insults, gaining a sick enjoyment each time he made someone rage-quit. Though this day, it would be different.
It was another day of gaming for Eric, when he noticed something strange in the voice channel. It was the sound of a much older man, clearly over the age of 60- asking for backup through the channel. A smirk arose in Eric's face as he realized what a golden opportunity this was. With a loud laugh, he begun insulting the poor old guy. "Hey grandpa, shouldn't you be more concerned with finding a grave to crawl into instead of this game?" He laughed, adding insult to injury "There's no place for old farts here". The older man didn't seem to respond, and soon left the match- leaving Eric to revel in his victory.
Soon though, a wave of restlessness hit the redhead. Yawning, Eric soon laid down- deciding a small nap couldn't hurt. Closing his eyes, the young man drifted off to sleep but things felt... different as he awoke. Firstly... everything was blurry, and this was not the position Eric had fallen asleep in. He was now laying on his back, with his face towards the ceiling. Strangely, he felt heavier- and his head felt a breeze up above. Slowly pushing himself up while rubbing his eyes, Eric muttered "What the hell..." but an unfamiliar voice came out, something raspier and deeper. As he continued rubbing away at his eyes, a pair of glasses fell onto his face- previously on his forehead. Though, what they revealed was perhaps more terrifying than Eric could imagine.
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There, in the mirror in front of him was a nude, old man- with a ridiculously obese body. Watching as the old man moved in the mirror with his every move, Eric let out a scream as he begun to realize the extent of his situation. He felt his bald head, previously lush with beautiful ginger hair. Felt his massive, soft belly and embarrassing moobs. He even got a look at the downsized equipment he now had, tiny and from the seems of it... unable to get hard due to his old age. As Eric began to cry, struggling to understand what happened- suddenly he heard a notification from... right under him. Rolling over to grab the phone which smelled like an old man's arse, Eric clicked on the notification to see an image. And image that was all too familiar
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"You were right, kid. This game isn't for old farts- I've been doing so much better at it in your body. Hope you have fun finding a grave to crawl into in my 87 year old body hahah!"
That caption had broke Eric, 87 years old!? In the blink of an eye, over 60 years of his life were stolen alongside his perfect body. As he tried to text and call his own number- he soon found out that the new Eric had blocked his number and with no way to do anything to reverse the swap, Eric could only cry and pray this was all a dream.
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As weeks passed, Eric was disgusted with his new life more and more. Moving was hard, and doing anything was hard - and the only thing that never seemed to get hard was his penis. Now stuck in the life of this single, obese old man named Herald- Eric never accepted this body as his own. Around three years after the swap, poor Eric passed away due to complications with his morbid obesity while Herald continued to enjoy a young and care-free life long after the swap.
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wolfiesmoon · 6 months
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Chip bag
Itadori x fem!reader
So today on the train ride home me and my classmates were talking about boys...
(This is inspired by real life events in case u couldnt tell lmaooo)
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"How did you guys meet?" Your friend asked your classmate sat across from you. You reached into your bag of chips absentmindedly, also curious to hear her story.
"Me and my boyfriend met for the first time at the park. Sometimes I go biking there, you see. He saw me one day and really wanted to ask for my number." She started, your friend and another classmate nodding along. "He ended up getting scared and not doing it, but he waited in the park every day, hoping I would show up again until I did!" your classmates made an "awww" noise at her little story.
"How about yours?" She passed on the question to her friend. "Ohhh, you guys know that summer camp that everyone here goes to?" everyone nodded along again, your chip bag making a crumpling noise as you pulled out another chip.
"I met him there, basically. What about you?" She asked your friend, sat next to you. "Oh, we started talking over social media because we had mutual friends and it kind of evolved from there."
You couldn't really add much to the conversation, considering you have no boyfriend, but if there's one thing you can say...
"Hey, why don't you guys set me up with someone?" You said jokingly, nudging your friend's shoulder. "Hahah, I can do that easily." Your friend smiled back at you.
"But, then again..." you took out another chip, "I kind of want to just, meet someone on my own, I guess. Like you know how in those romantic comedies, they bump into eachother and then it all escalates from there? Like that."
"How often does that actually happen to people, though?" The girl sat across you questioned. You shrugged, smiling to yourself.
The conversation continued, with you listening in, when suddenly-
"Hey, can I have one, please?" You were surprised to hear a guy's voice by your side, looking up from your seat to get a better look at him.
He had salmon colored hair and two strange creases under his wide brown eyes. You immediately got the vibe of "cheerful, approachable guy" from him.
"Ah, oh, sure." You realise you were probably staring at him for a little too long, raising your bag higher so he can take out a few chips. He did so, thanking you and going back to his seat, where two people wearing the same uniform were waiting for him.
Huh, must be his classmates.
Wait, why are you even still looking at him? You quickly look away to find your classmates trying to supress their giggles. "What...?" You ask, slightly confused.
"Hahaha, speaking of romantic comedy encounters..." one of them half-whispered. Oh. Oh.
"Imagine your kids ask you "Hey mom, how did you meet dad?" And then you just say "He asked me for chips one time", hahahah..." another added.
"Hey, we're basically strangers, don't marry us and give us kids in your head." You scolded, crossing your arms. But you couldn't lie, even though you barely exchanged any words, he did have a charm about him. You glanced at him again, thinking about what just happened.
"So, the math professor freaking LOST it." You snapped out of it, putting your focus back on your classmates. Your classmates have already stopped giggling by now, moving on to the next daily topic.
You tried not to keep looking to him, secretly hoping that this might not be your first and final interaction.
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"You couldn't ask her for her number, could you?" Nobara crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Yuuji's defeated expression.
He simply shook his head no. "This is exactly why you can't get a girlfriend." Nobara huffed, looking out the window.
"Listen, you'll get another chance, you'll meet her again soon enough. I'm only saying this so you won't be all sad and heartbroken on our mission, by the way." Megumi leaned on his palm, sighing.
"Just say you care, you idiot." Nobara also sighed.
"I hope I do meet her again." He said after a bit of silence, glancing back at you as you stood at the train doors, about to exit on your stop.
Hopefully you go on this train every day.
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via-l0ve · 7 months
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Hello! I've been binging your fics/imagines lately and I just can't get enough! I don't know if this was ever done before, but--
Could you do a general, platonic (perhaps mildly romantic, like how I see Dean kinda gushing over Y/N idk, your choice!) imagine on how the men (Sam, Dean, Castiel, maybe Crowley [which would be funny]) would react to Y/N being some kind of powerful angel, like that sits at a pretty high rank and has the power to do all sorts of stuff? Healing, destroying, anger being so destructive it could kill a human (but albeit a peaceful being). This angel would probably serve as a guardian to the Winchesters, or a superior to Cass or a complete surprise and maybe unlikely companion for Crowley? I imagine it'd be a scenario where they're saved last second during a massive fight, probably get to know er type deal. This sounds kind of cheesy as I ask someone else to write this but I hope it doesn't sound too weird, I almost wanna go anonymous HAHA. I know this is VERY specific but I don't wanna confuse you! It's something I wanna write out into a fic myself but the way you write would make it super interesting! :)
So sorry if this was too much, I'm very descriptive!
Angel. (SPN pref!) 🩷
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a/n: stop omg. this idea is so cool! also - thank you for the kind words!! i appreciate you so much!! i hope you enjoy this!
warnings: slightly romantic!!
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Dean:
Dean met you on a hunt
he was being himself and basically bleeding out, but he was still fighting
you, being in charge of the dink, had to come down and help out
when you appear, a bolt of white light strikes the ground and your voice projects through the atmosphere
“you will not hurt this man.” you say, hair blowing in the wind and eyes glowing
dean was flabbergasted, also a little scared, but also a little bit in love
eventually you just kill the entire vampire nest because they’re stupid and you turn to dean.
“are you okay?”
he’s even more confused because this angel just came down and slaughtered the threats to him and now they’re talking so.. nice.
you heal his wounds and boom. now he’s your friend
he follows you around like a lost puppy and also brags that he’s friends with not one, but two angels, and one is even more powerful and higher up than fucking CASTIEL.
as he gets to know you he knows how sweet you are and it inteigues him even more because - as i said, you’re a powerful angel who can kill anyone but you’re so nice to him, Sam, Bobby and Cas.
the first time he sees you angry he literally gets all red and falls for you
Sam:
You first met sam when he was basically bleeding out in a motel room
Dean had gone to get food and sam had been hiding a pretty nasty gash from him
so now he was sitting alone trying to patch himself up (and being unsuccessful)
so, you made your appearance and tried to keep him calm
you appeared and he saw you and went 👁️👄👁️
“it’s okay. i’m an angel. i will not hurt you.” you say softly, stepping towards him
sam is still a little wary but he lets you heal him
you press your fingers to his forehead and he’s all good (albeit a little scared hahah)
he always has the smuggest little smirk on his face when you get angry on his behalf
he likes the feeling of having such a powerful being watching over him all the time but it also makes him nervous because of… his past💀
addicts recover
Castiel:
When you came down from heaven to help the Winchesters and Castiel, he was happy to see you
he knew, despite rebelling from heaven, you wouldn’t judge him
he spends a lot of time near you
like, standing right next to you
i like to think that you have better “people skills” than him for whatever reason (it’s just funny) and he just kind of sticks to you ykwim
he thinks you’re so cool
he dosent step in to help you in fights because he knows you can handle it and kill anyone you want
he’s blushing and kicking his feet when he sees you🤭🤭🤭
absolute power couple if you guys got together like omg
but yeah
he always defends you if anyone says shit
he’s just such a cutie pie
Crowley:
you popped in when crowley was holding dean and sam hostage
you came into the room, eyes rolling already.
“let them go.” you said, voice sounding bored as you’d done this multiple times already.
crowley looks at you
“oh god, you again.” he scoffs
BUT he dosent even bother to argue and lets them go
which shocks the boys because that’s not like crowley
but he’s smitten for you
it’s giving enemies to lovers
but anyways
you guys have many encounters and end up talking a lot
crowley talks about hell and you talk about heaven
and he finds himself not hating you
and suddenly he wants to be around you more and learn about you and watch you be a badass angel
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chelseachilly · 2 months
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my captain
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pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: literally just fluff celebrating ben leading the team out again and chels winning the semi final 😌 warnings: none word count: 1.7k
author's note: hope you enjoy, literally wrote this in like 30 mins so forgive any typos hahah
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In all the years you’ve known and loved Ben Chilwell, it’s never gotten any easier seeing him struggle with injuries. 
It still hurts every time you watch him limp off the pitch, seeing both the physical and emotional pain behind his eyes. But it fills you with unimaginable pride the way he always works relentlessly to return to playing for his club. He never gives up, even when a lot of people would - he hardly even complains, though you’re always there when he needs to vent. 
Truthfully, you’re glad to listen to him and drive him to physio appointments and do everything in your power to make him feel better, because there isn’t really much else you can do. It’s an unfortunate reality of football that there are always going to be injuries, and some players suffer more than others.
These trials and tribulations only make it that much sweeter when you finally get to see your man back to doing what he loves. 
They also make you feel exceptionally proud when your boyfriend comes home from training and tells you that he’s back in the starting lineup for the semi-final against Middlesborough tomorrow, back to captaining the team. 
After you celebrate - which consists of lots of sweet kisses and watching one of Ben’s favourite films, since you can’t properly celebrate the night before a match - you spend the night cuddling and wake up wrapped in Ben’s arms with him pressing kisses to the back of your neck.
“Good morning, baby,” you murmur, reaching back to comb your fingers through his hair. You kind of love how long he’s let it grow out since he’s been in recovery, especially in the morning when it’s all messy and fluffy. “Happy game day.”
“Morning, love,” Ben says, gently guiding you to roll
over and face him. 
You love seeing that familiar twinkle back in his eyes, knowing that he gets to play the game he loves today. 
“You ready for tonight?”
“Mhm,” he mumbles with a kiss to your lips. “I have a good feeling about it.”
“So do I,” you whisper between kisses, shifting closer to him and smiling as his hand slides down your hip and pulls your leg over his. “You’re gonna kill it.”
Ben grins and pulls you even closer, gently nudging your nose with his before diving in for another kiss, then another; then another. You sink into the blissful wake-up he’s giving you, soft moans leaving your lips as his hands roam your body.
Unfortunately, it can’t go much further - both because of his game later, and because you’ve already had a bit of a lie in and you know it’s time to get ready for the day. 
“What time do you have to be at the Bridge?” you ask him as you reluctantly part and rest your chin on his bare chest. 
You’ve gotten used to going to his games together while he’s been out, but now that he’s back to playing and needing to be there early for warmups, you’re going with Alex, Tom, and some of your other friends. 
“Not til five, but I have a haircut scheduled in a couple hours,” he tells you, making you frown slightly. 
“I like your longer hair,” you pout, continuing to run your hand through it. “It’s cute.”
“Sorry, babe, gotta look fresh for my first game back in the starting lineup,” Ben apologizes with another kiss to your pouted lips. “I won’t go too much shorter, promise. Just a trim.”
“You better not,” you murmur against his lips before pulling away, much to his chagrin. “Let’s go make some breakfast, you need fuel for later.”
After you’ve made some smoothies, as well as eggs and turkey bacon for Ben, you enjoy a nice, leisurely breakfast together before facing the day. 
You know you probably won’t have time to see Ben before the game by the time you arrive at the stadium, so you kiss him for luck before he goes. Once he’s got his shoes and jacket on, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.
“Good luck tonight, Benji,” you say softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Can’t wait to watch you remind everyone how good you are.”
Ben’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and though you know how eager he was to be back, you also know he’s nervous about letting the team and the fans down when they have a chance at a trophy.
“You’re amazing, Ben,” you remind him. “And if you need a reminder of how incredible you are, just look up at your box and you’ll see your biggest fan cheering her arse off for you.”
His grin widens at that, and he squeezes your waist gently. 
“I love you,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you after the game, yeah?”
You nod with a smile. “I love you too.”
Ben pecks your lips one more time and takes one last good look at you, still wearing only his t-shirt and your underwear, before he heads out the door. 
You spend the rest of your day doing some chores around the house until it’s time for you to get ready, doing your hair and makeup before changing into Ben’s jersey and some jeans. You’ve always adored wearing his name on your back, but never more than on nights like tonight. 
Alex comes over a bit before you have to leave, and the two of hang out for a while before catching an Uber to the stadium.
Stamford Bridge is full of life tonight in a way you haven’t really seen in over a year now, and you hope that it’s a good thing - a sign that things are finally starting to turn around for Chelsea. You meet Tom, Harvey, and a few other friends in the hospitality box and catch up over some drinks. 
You all take your seats before the game starts, and your heart swells with pride as you watch Ben lead the team out onto the pitch for the first time in months. 
“Come on, babe,” you whisper under your breath as the whistle blows and play begins.
To your massive delight, what follows is Ben having one of the best games you’ve seen in his career. His passing accuracy is nearly perfect, he nearly scores in the first 15 minutes and sets up the first goal of the match only a few minutes later. You can tell how delighted he is to be back out there as Chelsea scores goal after goal, his pure joy obvious as he celebrates with his teammates. 
In addition to his skill and experience, you can see the impact his leadership is making on this young squad. Nothing makes you prouder than how much time and effort he puts into supporting and encouraging the younger players, and you know how much he loves doing it.
When he’s subbed off in the 65th minute, you’re relieved that he isn’t pushing his limits too soon after coming back, and even more relieved that he’s walking off with a smile on his face instead of pain behind his eyes. 
As he’s clapping the fans on his way to the bench, he blows a kiss up at where he knows you’re sitting. Even though you know he probably can’t see you, you blow one right back. 
The rest of the game passes and Chelsea emerge victorious with six goals to show for it, a very welcome turnaround from the first leg of the semi final. You’re buzzing with excitement to see him, so you and the rest of the group head down to the players lounge shortly after the whistle blows to wait for him.
It takes a bit longer than you’d like for him to do interviews and get changed, but when you finally see him emerge, freshly showered and wearing in his Chelsea joggers and matching hoodie, you run straight toward him.
Ben smiles as soon as he sees you and opens his arms to catch you as you throw yours around his neck and bury your face in his neck.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he murmurs into your hair. “Did you enjoy the game?”
“Of course I did, you were bloody brilliant,” you tell him in no uncertain terms. “And on your first start back? You’re amazing, Ben Chilwell.” 
Ben pulls back, beaming at you with slightly flushed cheeks.
“It’s all cause of you, you know,” he says quietly, thumbs stroking your waist. “I wouldn’t have the strength to keep going every time without you. Every game, every time I wear the armband, every time I score a goal, it’s all for you.”
You don’t necessarily agree with him, since you think he’s one of the strongest people you know and you wouldn’t dare take credit for any of his success, but his words are so sweet that you can’t possibly dispute them.
“I’m so happy you’re back, baby,” you tell him softly, running your fingers through his hair that you’re grateful he didn’t get cut much shorter. “Oh, and that absolutely should’ve been a penalty in the first half. And giving Misha a yellow for complaining? I don’t know what that ref was thinking.”
Ben chuckles, obviously not overly fussed about it since they won comfortably in the end, but loving your passion for the game as always.
“I love you so damn much,” he grins, not giving you the chance to reply before grabbing your face and kissing you lovingly. 
You kiss him back with just as much affection, sinking into his warmth.
“Love you too, captain,” you smile after pulling away, squeezing his bicep where the armband rested earlier. “Now, let’s go home. I bet you need a rest after that.”
Ben nods gratefully, obviously exhausted from the most minutes he’s played since September, and wraps his arm around your shoulders so you can make your way over to bid your friends goodbye. His hand lightly grazes his last name on your back as you speak with them, never getting tired of seeing you wear it.
It’s nearly midnight by the time you get home and get ready for bed, curling up under your comfy duvet and reaching out for Ben immediately. 
As your arms and legs tangle and your head finds its place on his chest, you murmur how proud you are of him one more time before drifting off into a blissful sleep.
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a/n: please let me know what you thought, your feedback makes my day!! 😊
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mysouleaten · 15 days
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ITS GOING TO GET COLD..
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PLATONIC! izana & kakucho x PARENTAL! reader
summary ... izana and kakucho make a promise to their mother, promising to come back home safe and well... one of them didn't get to fulfill that promise
warnings ... angst, hurt/no comfort, izana being soft before his death, death, author's second time writing angst.. aaand its not proofread
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three shots.
three shots to the chest izana kurokawa took for kakucho
blood was pushed out of his mouth as it leaked down his chin and down his throat
but even while izana was slowly dying from blood loss he moved his eyes to look at kakucho who was leaning over his body
"im..sorry kakucho.. but- ..but I don't think ill make it home.. for mom"
kakucho's eyes widened with tears and izana calling their adoptive parent 'mom' for the first time... he just wished it was under better circumstances
he izana coughs "can..you make it home for me?.. tell ma I love her.. that I've always loved her.."
"izana- yes- please stop taking.. you can tell her that yourself!" kakucho stumbles over his words
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"hey..you two, come back home ok? promise me you'll only come back with few injuries" [name] their legal adoptive parent asked with a quiet voice
she stood by the front door of izana's and kakucho's childhood house
izana looked over his shoulder and smiled "don't worry, we'll be fine, no one is going to beat us"
kakucho nodded, agreeing with izana
they both gave their parent a warm hug izana departed to his bike first while kakucho stayed behind
"kakucho, please keep each other safe, ok? I don't want any calls from the hospital!" she chuckles
kakucho just laughs a little "don't worry mom, we promised, didn't we? we'll be back home soon!"
kakucho turned around to leave the porch and got on his own motorbike and waved to his mother while izana smiled softly at her before they drove off together
"oh please be safe.. I love you two so much I couldn't bear losing you two.."
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izana looks up at mikey "my mother.. real mother, she's home alone.., can... you keep her safe for me alongside kakucho..?"
mikey stood silent and kakucho's tears started to build up more "izana! don't say that! we promised we'd come home together...i promised her t-that!.."
"y..yeah we did, huh?.. shes probably already made lunch for us..
but it's going to get cold.."
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kakucho couldn't bring himself to knock on the door
he stood there for what seems like forever.. the words that izana spoke replaying in his mind like a broken record..
"she made lunch for us.."
"it's going to.. get cold"
"tell..mom I love her form.. me"
"..keep her safe"
"don't let her cry..."
don't let her cry? how was he going to do that? he knew the minute he uttered the words of izana's death.. she was going to break down
he finnly opened the front door and entered the home
it was dark. he closed the door behind him and looked around, on the left side of the room the kitchen table had lunch that their mother made for them but it got...cold
she probably was waiting for so long for them to get back.. like they always did.. together
he then looked to the right and saw the TV on, and a figure peacefully sleeping on the couch
he slowly walked around the couch, kakucho stood in front of his parent and gently shook her shoulder and she woke up
slowly blinking away the sleep and looking up at kakucho with a hopeful smile but then it turned into a light frown and she looked around
she was looking for her oldest son..
"wheres.. izana?"
kakucho sucked in a sharp breath "h-he didn't make it mom...."
nothing could have prepared him for the violent sob that left his and izana's mother that night..
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taglist ... @coryfromtokyo
hahah im still really rusty at writing angst :)
I SWEAR IF THIS DOESN'T SHOW UP IN THE TAGS ILL GO NUTS
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