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sleepysnk · 1 year

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a/n: hey everyone! i’m so excited to bring this piece to you all. this goes along with my sugar daddy collab! <3 i hope you all enjoy this! 🫶🏻

pairings: kokonoi hajime x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, sugar daddy!koko, age gap (reader is 21 and koko is 25), oral sex f!receiving, mentions of oral sex m!receiving, unprotected sex, use of pet names (baby, pretty thing, baby girl, good girl, princess), some degradation, light choking, car sex, edging, creampie, possessive behavior, kinda angst (?), very fluffy koko.

synopsis: you’re a college student looking to buy the things you want. koko comes to your aid and is able to grant you every wish you desired. from handbags to makeup that was worth more than anything you owned, he gave you it all. you have a long list of items, but what happens when you ask koko for his debit card and not just one item?

head over heels ft. kokonoi hajime

Your eyes shifted over the many items in your shopping cart. The time displayed on your laptop screen showed that it was nearly one o’clock in the morning. You were fully aware that you should have been peacefully sleeping in your bed by now, but you were far too deep in your shopping to even think about any shut eye.

Summer break was fast approaching and your university classes were soon coming to a close since the end of the semester was nearing its end. With that idea in mind, you grew sort of lazy and only did so much homework before feeling completely burned out. It was a common occurrence with many students your age. Your brain knew that the end was coming, so it set you into a certain mode where all you wanted to do was shut down and not do anything else. It was difficult, especially for the professors. However, you were passing all of your classes with high A’s and you had no reason to panic. You always kept up with your schoolwork like any proper student would, and now you were celebrating with a little retail therapy.

With break on the horizon, you had the desire to buy new things. Whether it was new clothes, a fresh new set of shoes, or just some makeup, you wanted to splurge a little. It wouldn’t hurt to have some new additions to your closet, right?

Unfortunately, like many students you attended college with, you were quite broke. You had a part time job, but none of that money was able to go to things you wanted. You often had to save your checks for proper necessities like groceries and gas for your car. Sure, your roommate assisted with food and other things along those lines, but you didn’t want her to bear the brunt of it all. In the end, you were only left with a good one hundred fifty dollars. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you would have close to two hundred, but those weeks were rare. It was difficult to save, but the circumstances were never in your favor. You honestly couldn’t wait to graduate, but that left you with debt that would take you years to pay off.

Now while that did stop you a majority of the time, you had an alternative option for buying the things you wanted.

A little over three months ago, you and your friends were all hanging around inside your dorm. Your conversations were casual until your friend, Emma, had suggested downloading this app that involved meeting sugar daddies. At first, you were completely blown away by your friend's statement. You and your friends tried to protest that the app was probably a scam, because you had seen those types of things happen before. You’d offer them your banking information and then all of your funds would be taken from you in the matter of minutes. Plus, there were tons of weird men on those kinds of apps. Sometimes they would completely lie about their status just to receive whatever they wanted. Emma completely shut you and your friends down, and offered proof to help her case. When she brought it to the table, you were astounded. There had been multiple men that had sent her almost a thousand dollars each. She even claimed some didn’t ask for naked photographs, and they just sent it with zero hesitation behind it.

At first, you were stunned.

Of course, that kind of offer seemed almost unnatural from how Emma made it look. A majority of the time those people were scammers or they wanted some kind of sexual advance for payment. Nowadays you couldn’t trust such a thing, but Emma had the proof. There were men sending her all kinds of money, and to be honest, you wanted in on that. You would have to do some digging is all.

Once your friends had gone back to their own dorms, you decided to download the app. You chose some nice photos of yourself for your profile and began swiping on the plethora of men on your screen. It was almost like a sugar daddy tinder. For the first few minutes, you were met with lots of older guys. Some of them could have been your fathers age, so that’s why you decided to change your age range. Though, you had lots of discouragement for a while. A majority of the guys were genuine catfishes and you could tell by their profiles. The obvious cropping and misinformation was a clear sign of that. Some of them seemed like genuine creeps too. The one that looked promising almost always had a flaw along with them, and it was becoming quite annoying. How did Emma manage to discover the right men? This had to be pinned against you because all of the sugar daddies on that app were fucking weird.

To be frank, you had started to believe that it was unlikely you’d find anything promising. The men you did have conversations with were disgusting or it was obvious they were trying to steal your debit card information.

That ultimately changed when you came across a certain profile that seemed almost too good to be true.

Koko, 25

You were just about to delete the app when you came across the man’s profile. It was already almost two in the morning, but you were enthralled by the man on your screen. He was quite handsome and he seemed to live a very luxurious lifestyle. Your eyes widened when you saw that he was sitting on a Mercedes with many other cars beside it. He was so dreamy with his black and white hair that was dyed in different sections. There was a single earring that hung from his right ear, and there was even a photo of him sticking his tongue out. He owned more than your college tuition and car payment combined. It was hard for you to believe that a man like him was on such an app, but the most shocking thing was that he was only five miles away. Meaning, he was very close to you. It almost seemed like a fucking trap with how perfect it looked on the outside. There was no way this man was real. Behind the screen, there must have been a fifty year old man sitting in his crusty boxers.

Despite that, you took a risk and swiped right on the man.

You went to bed and didn’t ponder the app any longer. You assumed that if he was real, he probably wouldn’t bat an eye at you. He’d just keep swiping and leave it as that, right?

Wrong, so very wrong.

The next morning, you awoke and checked your phone as usual. You had notifications from your friends or random emails from your professors, but what you didn’t expect was a message from that app.

Koko sent you a new message!

Your heart dropped inside your chest when you saw the message for the first time. You thought you were just having a dream, but Koko had actually messaged you. You immediately went to open it and see what he had said. You were honestly expecting one of those usual scam messages that are insanely filled with random emojis, but it was the exact opposite of that.

Koko: hey pretty thing <3

For a little while, you contemplated replying to him. He could be a catfish for all you knew. He could also be trying to sweet talk you into taking your money, so you had to play it cool. It took you a while to actually trust the man behind the screen, but he eventually shared his phone number and the two of you began to frequently chat throughout the day. Koko had revealed he was a businessman. He never specified what it was, but he informed you that he made lots of money and he wasn’t married so there was nothing to spend it on except for himself. He was about four years older than you. The only reason he joined the app was to find someone to share that cash with, and that’s exactly what the man wanted to do with you. Koko also proved he wasn’t a scammer by any means and he would be willing to buy you whatever you wanted.

But, at a price.

Koko had proposed a deal for you both. He had no problem being your sugar daddy by any means. He told you that if there was anything you needed from him, he would buy it with no hesitation. However, he wanted something in return. There was a reason you were his sugar baby.

Koko offered to give you what you wanted after you had sex with him, or gave him something in exchange for your item. He told you that the higher the price of your gift, the higher you would have to work to receive it. It was quite a shock to you to hear such a thing, but you did want a sugar daddy. Koko had even mentioned he would never force you into a situation that you didn’t want, but he wanted you to keep your end of the deal no matter what. At first, you were unsure of it all. He was a handsome guy, he made lots of money, and all you would have to do was fuck him to have anything you so pleased. It was nerve wracking, though. You were going to be intimate with a man who was older than you, and he was going to give you anything you wanted after? There was a lot to ask, but you weren’t sure how to bring it up.

After a long phone call with the man, you had fully agreed to the terms he set for you. Koko had also explained to you that if at any point you would like to terminate it, he had no issue with that. You were relieved to hear such a thing. At least he wasn’t some deeply obsessed man who wouldn’t let you go if you asked.

The very first time you wanted to buy something, you were nervous. You were on Sephora, browsing the different eyeshadow palette’s or lipsticks you thought would fit nice on your skin. You had placed a few items into your cart. Your eyes drifted to the total and your chest practically started hurting the moment you saw it. It came out to $157.67. Part of you wasn’t so sure if you should ask Koko. It was his money, and you would always feel bad whenever any friend or family member spent money on you. You knew you wouldn’t have to give Koko a single cent back, but what would he say? There was a chance he would laugh at you and say no to the offer. It would piss you off, yes, but that thought was lingering in the back of your mind. You hesitated to send him the message with the total, but you eventually pressed send and left your phone to sit and wait. Your heart was racing so fast that you thought you would have had a heart attack back then.

Within minutes, you received a reply, and his response made shivers ghost down your spine.

Koko: send me a video of you fingering yourself <3 and send me the link afterwards

After a long while of internal panic, you eventually sent Koko the video. There was silence for a little while on his end. You hoped that he didn’t somehow block you or he just lied to get what he wanted. There was a chance Koko had completely set you up, and he was going to steal the video for his own personal benefit. God, you prayed that wasn’t the case.

Though, after ten minutes, Koko replied with a screenshot of your order. He also praised you for what you had sent him. He claimed you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes upon, and those comments made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. For a man who was only supposed to be your sugar daddy, he seemingly had a lot to say about your appearance. You weren’t complaining about that factor, though. You would have much rather had him commenting on that than being a weird creep asking for more. He was gladly proving himself as a respectable man, and you had gotten a new present out of it. You were very satisfied with that, and all of those worries that had you anxious disappeared once he shared that he had purchased your makeup.

You frequently sent nudes to Koko for whatever you wanted. You began receiving many gifts and random packages that filled your room quicker than you had expected. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that Koko was spoiling you rotten with his money. He didn’t seem to have much of a problem with that either. Any time you would protest, he would shut you up by sending you random payments. You could never argue with him either. He was quite stubborn at times.

Eventually, there came a point where you both desired to meet one another.

He planned a nice date for you two. He offered to pick you up and he even proposed the idea of taking you shopping afterwards. If you didn’t have extra studying to do, you would have taken the opportunity to go and buy some things with him. However, you declined due to your own personal things. You were very nervous to meet him. This would be the first time you saw him in person, but you had this urge to finally see the man who had been giving you money. You were all over the place when the evening arrived. When he messaged you that he was outside, you almost completely chickened out and told him you didn’t want to anymore. However, with the help of your friends and your roommate, you were able to face Kokonoi Hajime in all of his glory.

You didn’t expect to see such a fine man, but what you weren’t expecting the most was sleeping with him that night.

The dinner had gone quite well between you both. Koko was polite, handsome, and overall a gentleman with you. The place you went to was divine and you would have never expected you would have eaten at such a great restaurant.

Things quickly changed once the two of you had gotten into Koko’s expensive BMW. The atmosphere had shifted and there was this ache that formed between your legs. It could have been the aroma of his luxurious cologne, or the way he gripped the steering wheel as he drove. It honestly felt like this man had casted a spell on you. You just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him at the red light. One thing led to another, and you ended up in Koko’s high rise apartment with your legs thrown over his shoulders. The sex you both indulged in was like no other. Koko wasn’t anything like those lame college guys you hooked up with. He showed you what it was like to actually fuck someone, and it only left you craving more of your sugar daddy. He worked wonders on your body, and he knew exactly where to touch you to have you melting within his grasp. You only craved more of him as the days went on, and eventually, you two started seeing one another more often.

Whether it was giving him a blowjob for a new pair of heels, or letting him eat your pussy until you made a mess on his face, Koko was intoxicating and you only wanted him at the end of the night.

You chewed on your bottom lip at Koko’s contact. You had no idea if the man was still awake at this dead hour. However, you decided to snap a photo of your total and message your sugar daddy. If he didn’t see it at that hour, he would probably see it the next morning and decide what to do.

You: koko, i want these

You: [image]

You clicked your phone off and sat there for a few minutes. There was silence from your phone, so it was just a waiting game. You hoped he was awake but you weren’t forcing a response right away. You were very patient with him. Koko had a busy lifestyle, so it was understandable if he was exhausted after a long day.

Those thoughts you had were interrupted by the vibration of your cell phone. You reached for it and was surprised to see that Koko had texted you back.

Koko: for sure baby

Koko: you better let me pick you up 🤍 that price is high

Your eyes grew wide at his request. It was late, very late. Your roommate was asleep in her bed already and you technically weren’t supposed to be wandering campus at that hour. Sneaking out wouldn’t be that difficult, but knowing how Koko was in bed, you knew you wouldn’t be home the next morning. Usually, you would decline and say no, but you hadn’t seen Koko at all much recently. Not gonna lie, you needed your fix of him and you wanted to see his handsome face. It wasn’t like you could message him randomly to fuck. He probably wasn’t into something like that.

You: okay

You: atp i deserve your debit card 🙄

You were joking when you sent that reply, but you brushed that aside to go and prepare yourself for what was to come. Koko didn’t live very far from your university. He worked in the city which was not a far drive from campus, but you hardly drove there unless you absolutely had to. Koko also would pick you up. He honestly considered you his little passenger princess because of how often he would come and get you. He always picked you up in a different vehicle, though. Sometimes, he would let you pick the car he would drive you around in. It was such a luxury being Koko’s sugar baby. You couldn’t ask for anyone better.

You paused in your motions when your phone vibrated again. You grabbed it off of your bed and stared at the new text messages Koko had sent to you.

Koko: my debit card? you really want that baby?

Your eyes widened at his reply. As much as you wanted to say no, having his card on you would give you easier access to getting the things you wanted without having to wait.

You: i was kidding haha

Koko: i’m serious

Koko: do you want it? i don’t mind handing it over

Shock coursed through your veins at his reply. You said that as a joke, yet he sounded incredibly serious about it. You could never take Koko’s debit card like that. He often told you he had many due to having such an incredible amount of funds, but having one sounded dangerous. Though, it sounded like such a great idea.

You: really??

Koko: yes princess

Koko: but that’s a serious trade.. if you want it you know you’ll have to pay up.

You knew full well that’s how the deal worked. He wouldn’t give away something unless there was a price at hand, which was understandable. You wondered what that might be. Koko could make sex more intense depending on the price of the item you desired. Usually, anything above two hundred was always going to involve a meet up. Whether it was just oral sex, or actual fucking. You fully assumed now that Koko was going to ask to meet up. You had no issue with that, of course, but the thrill of the situation made your thighs clench together. He was a man full of surprises. He showed you things in sex that no other man was capable of, so this could be a situation you would never forget.

You began typing a response to the man. It was already nearly two o’clock in the morning, so you had to make a decision quickly.

You: okay, i want your debit card koko

Sending that message was the reason you were in the situation you found yourself in now. You should have expected Koko to be the person he was, but you hadn’t expected him to pull over into a parking lot after he picked you up. You were in the backseat of his Mercedes with your thighs spread apart and his face deep between them. His tongue was buried into your pretty cunt that he had been wanting to taste for the last two weeks. Fuck, he missed you so much. He never could properly admit it out loud, but Koko wanted to see you more often than he should. You were always engraved in his mind at work. He would often fight with himself on sending you a message about your day, or simply asking what you were up to. He shouldn’t be thinking that way, but you were too difficult to resist.

Your head was lying against the cushion of his seats. Your fingernails tugged and pulled at the strands of Koko’s dual colored hair. One thing about Koko was that his head game was one of the best. He slurped and sucked on your clit with such ease, and it drove you up the wall. There was nobody else that could make you feel the way Koko made you feel. “K-Koko..! Ah.. yes! Right there!” you wiggled your hips upwards to gain more traction against his tongue. You were getting lost within him. All you could think about was him and only him.

The man shifted his eyes up at you. His pupils were slightly dilated from lust, and the pure sight of you made him only more turned on. Koko honestly couldn’t believe that such a fine woman like you ever gave him the time of day. You were perfect in every aspect. He couldn’t ever imagine himself involving another woman, but you. He honestly wondered if you felt the same way about him. In some ways, he hoped that deep down you did. Koko liked to believe that he gave you it all. He spoiled you rotten with his money and gave you all the sex you desired. He didn’t care what it might be. He would do anything for his precious sugar baby. “Yeah..? That feel good, baby girl? Heh.. you always taste as good as you look.” he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit that was swollen. You were a dripping mess when he took your panties off. It was amazing what he could do to you in just a matter of minutes. His presence alone winded you up.

He then attacked your cunt once again. His tongue swiped over your sensitive bud, earning several sharp gasps from your lips. He lapped up any slick that appeared on your pussy. He was practically eating you like you were his last meal. Koko was making you feel like you were on fire. His actions were the very thing igniting that spark within you. He could only smirk at the delightful noises that were slipping from your throat. He could listen to you like a song on repeat.

Koko’s cock was aching inside his sweatpants. It was taking all of his strength to not completely ravage you, but that need was there. He was begging to be freed from his boxers that felt like they were closing in on him. Koko’s hold on your thighs tightened and his tongue began to move quicker, sending bolts of electricity along your abdomen from the pleasure. Your breathing had become quite heavy and your hold on his hair had tightened. He could tell that you were absolutely enjoying yourself right now. It only stroked that ego he had deep within him. He averted his gaze for a brief moment to stare at your stunning features that were twisted with pleasure. The expressions on your face made him smirk while he ate you out. He couldn’t wait to be inside of that pussy he loved so much. He craved you more than he would like to admit. Sometimes, he would find himself jerking off to your videos or photos you had sent him. His fist never compared to the way your pretty cunt would suck him in.

You were close, so fucking close. Koko could make you cum by just eating you out, which was honestly a talent. The knot inside your belly was tightening with every motion of his tongue. All you sought was that burning desire within yourself. Koko could tell by your body language and your voice that you were about to reach your peak. He wasn’t ready for you to cum yet. He wanted you to be wound up just a bit more before he’d allow that to occur. Plus, you were only ever allowed to cum on his cock.

Koko then retracted himself away from your cunt. A mix of his spit and your slick covered his chin, to which he wiped off with his hand. You whined at the loss of contact, and the denial of your orgasm. He could be so unfair sometimes with you. “Koko.. I need you..” you took his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together.

He could see the desperation in your eyes, and in your voice. Koko then kissed your palm and smiled at you with those nice teeth of his. He thought you were so cute like that. All whiny and needy for him to be inside of you. He wasn’t going to let you wait any longer, because as much as it sounded selfish, he wanted to fuck you too. It had been far too long since the man had played with his favorite girl. He missed you more than anything else, and all he wanted was your presence near him. “I’m here, baby.. don’t you worry.” he then leaned down towards your lips, pressing a small kiss onto you. It was sweet, and tender.

Koko pulled away after a few seconds. He then began to untie the loops of his sweatpants, pulling them downward so he could free his cock that had been aching to be freed since he took you into the backseat. Some pre-cum leaked from the tip, which he wiped off with his thumb. He tossed them somewhere in the front seat and plopped down in one of the seats. He motioned for you to come towards him. “Come here..” he patted his lap, eyeing you like you were his prized possession.

You sat up, maneuvering yourself onto his lap so both of your thighs were on either side of him. Koko’s hands settled on your waist, taking in the touch of your soft skin. He could never get enough of how delicate you felt underneath his fingertips. It was like he was touching flower petals, silky and smooth. You were the prettiest one in the garden though. Koko positioned himself at your soaked entrance. He glided his tip against your folds, causing you to softly moan from the friction. You were so fucking wet. He loved seeing what he was able to do to your body. Seeing you up above him made his heart swell with warmth. You were like a goddess in his hands. He couldn’t believe that someone like you wasn’t in a relationship, or at least talking with someone. You deserved love.

Could he be the one to grant that?

After some small teasing of your slit, he pushed himself inside your pussy. The two of you let out noises at the contact. Your hands squeezed at Koko’s shoulders, holding onto him as he guided your hips onto his cock. You were so tight. You hugged his dick so well that he could almost moan from how great it was. He never got tired of how your cunt felt. “Koko..! So big.. fuck..” you looked down at his shaft that was filling you up and stretching you to almost your limit. He was big, probably the biggest you’ve ever taken.

Once he was fully bottomed out, he began to thrust into your cunt. The angle was just perfect for him. Your tits were practically in his face, and every little movement caused them to bounce. If he could, he would tape every single moment of your sexual encounters. He could watch them like movies and be able to recall every little detail. Koko groaned at how nicely you sucked his cock in. He held your hips firmly and would occasionally squeeze the plush of your ass. You were just too fucking good. He never was exhausted of fucking your brains out. You were completely in utter bliss. This felt much different than before. You weren’t sure why. You assumed that maybe it was because you were both fucking in his car or maybe because you hadn’t seen Koko in weeks, but that didn’t matter. All you could focus on was the gorgeous man who was buried into your guts right now.

Koko’s pace began to increase. He found it much harder to hold back now. He had these urges that needed to be released, and after all, you were going to earn his debit card once this was all set and done. He wanted to fuck you so good that any time you stared at it you would remember what he made you feel that night. “Fuck.. so good, baby.. takin’ my cock so well. You’re such a good girl..” he gritted his teeth. “You’re my good girl, yeah? Tell me baby..”

You stared into his lustful eyes. The pleasure in your gut was so good that you were beginning to lose focus on the situation. He was grabbing and touching you in all the right spots that made you like putty in his hands. “Mmph! Yes.. ah! Yes, Koko..” you whined, pressing your forehead against his.

The heat inside of the car began to gradually increase from your actions. Sweat was clinging to your skin, and some of Koko’s hair was sticking to his forehead. Neither of you gave much care to that fact, because you were too lost in the moment to even think about that. Koko couldn’t help but stare at you. Your pretty face was all contorted with euphoria and your gorgeous body was so smooth within his hands. He couldn’t think of a greater image. He knew the night he fucked you for the first time that he wanted to see you again. He didn’t want someone like you to slip through his fingers, so that’s why he continued to pursue you. There was so much to like about you beyond the sex. Your personality, your smile, that beautiful laugh. He could name so much more, but it’d take him years to finish. He knew it wasn’t right. Thinking of his sugar baby as something more, but he couldn’t help himself. You were a drug he couldn’t stop coming back to.

Koko’s hand went to wrap around your throat, keeping your head in place so you made eye contact with him. He squeezed slightly, blocking some of the air from entering your lungs. Your nails scratched into his skin from the lack of oxygen. “Shit.. so fucking good f’me..” he looked into your cloudy eyes. “Fuck.. you like being my slut..? Whoring yourself out for my money.. fuck, I love spoilin’ you, princess..”

All you could do was nod and let out a small whine. He then released your throat and smiled to himself at your reaction. He knew no matter what you would always love spending his money on shit you wanted. He didn’t care how much it was either. He loved what was to come before the purchases. Though, the after made him even happier. Seeing your smiling face when he buys you gifts makes all the darkness in his day disappear. “K-Koko..” you leaned your head downwards so it was now buried into his shoulder. “Fuck.. love being y-your slut!”

Koko couldn’t hide the smirk that had written itself on his features. Of course you loved it. You always slithered back to him and that’s exactly how he knew. He decided to speed things up and begin fucking you at such a rough pace. His tip rapidly pressed against your g-spot, making white stars appear in your vision from how intense it was.

It was moment’s like this where Koko didn’t want the night to end. He wished he could fuck you like this all of the time, but that only happened whenever you needed something. That was the deal, after all. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries and possibly cause problems in your agreement. Koko had his urges, though. He wanted to randomly arrive at your place and just have you all to himself with no sort of item being the sole reason why. It sounded selfish, he was well aware of that, but you were the first girl to ever want to see him for a date rather than just a hookup. Sure, sugar daddies often treated their sugar babies to dates at divine restaurants, but to Koko that was something special. He knew that you probably thought of it as something common, but he never did that with just anyone he came across. Dates, sex, money, all of those things could make Koko easily attached to somebody else. Despite his brain telling him not to, he wanted you.

He wanted you all to himself.

He knew thinking such a thing was wrong, but the thought of someone else spoiling you with their money angered him. Seeing your body in all its glory and only toying with you made him want to go after whoever that might be. He was the only one who should be giving you the things you wanted. He should be the only one pounding your pussy until you’re almost squirting onto his cock from how great it is. You were his sugar baby. You shouldn’t rely on any other man but him to give you what you need.

Koko reached forward to hold your face with his one hand, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were half-lidded and you had this gorgeous fucked out expression on your features. His eyes flickered from your face then towards those glossy lips. “You’re mine.. right, princess?” No one is better than me..” his voice was deep and sort of hoarse from how much he had been groaning and grunting.

Your walls quivered around his cock, earning a breathy chuckle from Koko. He didn’t think you would have such a reaction, but it turned him on so much. You liked when Koko was possessive over you. He had no idea, but he was for sure going to use that to his advantage. You were making such a mess on his dick too. “Y-Yes, Koko! All yours.. ah!” you nodded your head vigorously at his question. You only desired more from the man. He was making you feel things that nobody else has ever made you feel.

Your orgasm was creeping up on you. The pool of heat inside your gut was reaching its boiling point, making you all the more needy for Koko. He could feel your walls clenching and closing around his cock, making his own pleasure increase from how tight you felt. His favorite part was watching you reach your high, because your reactions were just so sexy. He loved making you cum like the little slut you were for him. His hands gripped your hips tightly, allowing him to fuck himself upwards into you at that same pace that would send your mind into a frenzy. He was abusing your g-spot only allowing his name to slip from your plump lips. His balls were smacking against your puffy clit, making all kinds of lewd noises inside of the car.

Koko leaned in and captured your lips onto his. A sloppy kiss erupted between the two of you. He swallowed down any moans that came from your throat. He almost chuckled again when he felt you struggling to kiss him back. You were both chasing your releases, becoming so desperate for one another. Koko almost bit down on your lip from how close he was, but he refrained and pulled away. “Gonna cum..? C’mon, baby, cum on my fucking cock..” he leaned towards your ear, nibbling on your skin. “Shiittt, ‘m gonna cum inside this p-pretty cunt, pretty thing.”

You let out a cry of pleasure as soon as that knot snapped. Your orgasm hit you hard. Your whole body trembled and shook, sending shivers down your spine. Koko squeezed your hips hard enough to leave bruises when he reached his own climax. The way your pussy spasmed and clamped down on him made his high come faster than he had expected. His cum filled your walls, creating a mess that consisted of your arousal and his around his cock to make it seem white.

You let yourself slump onto his body. The two of you panted, trying to recover from your orgasms. A layer of fog had blanketed the window and both of you were quite messy. Koko rested his arm around your waist, placing his chin atop of your head. In all honesty, he didn’t want to let you go home yet. He wanted to sit there for a few minutes just bathing in your embrace, because he knew the moment you went home he would go back into his empty bed and imagine you lying beside him in his sheets. He also feared possibly staining the seats of his car by pulling out, so he decided to just keep himself inside you for a little while. Neither of you had anywhere to be at that moment.

There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you. It was broken when Koko cleared his throat and reached for his wallet that was in the pocket of his sweatpants he had discarded earlier. He opened it and removed his debit card from the many spots he had in his wallet. He also reached into it and pulled out several one hundred dollar bills. “This is for you, baby.” he then reached under your shirt and shoved the bills into your bra. He also slid his debit card along with the cash. You were surprised to see him put them there, but it was Koko of all people. He always had the ability to catch you off guard.

You looked down at Koko. You seemed quite tired and he could sense it from your lazy body language. You were so cute when you were sleepy. “Thank you, Koko..” you touched his cheeks with your hands, rubbing your thumbs against his skin. A smile made its way onto your features from his gesture.

He pecked your lips, bringing your body closer to his. Your touch made him melt from how warm it was. “Anything for you..” he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your natural scent. His mind only thought of you for the rest of the evening. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, you would see him as someone more than just your sugar daddy.

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inkedobsidian · 1 year

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~The Addams - S.R~

summary: The team get to meet Spencers mystery girlfriend at a Halloween party

pairing: Y/N X Spencer Reid

warnings: none shits fluffy

word count: 788

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

It wasn't rare for the team to spend holidays together, Halloween was always a fun one. The costumes mixed with the drinks always made for an eventful time. Only this time the gang had an addition, Spencer Reid's girlfriend. None of them had met her yet but there was excitement in the air. Everyone agreed on matching outfits to make it a bit more entertaining. Aaron had managed to convince Beth to take a train ride from New York to join him as Mr. and Mrs. Smith. JJ and Will had turned up as Sandy and Danny from Grease, the outfit in particular earned one too many whoops from Penelope as JJ walked down the steps in the black jumpsuit. Last but not least was the incredible duo of Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan as the one and only Superman and Lois Lane. Penelope had somehow managed to convince Derek to only wear the lycra suit, and that choice in itself earned whoops from all of the team.

The was an obvious air of intrigue as the time kept creeping and Spencer had not arrived yet with his mystery woman, the team knew nothing about her at all. Derek Morgan put it the best when he said 'She'd have to be one hell of a woman to keep up with you,' and my god he was right. Everyone's heads snapped towards the door as they heard the click of the closing patio door. They looked up to Spencer stood alone in a black and white pinstripe suit, his hair slicked back and sprayed to look black.

"Here he is! Pretty boy himself now where is this mystery woman?" Derek said clapping his hands and walking towards Spencer who remained standing at the stairs leading to the garden. Spencer let the smile spread across his face as Derek embraced him with a hug and his signature pat on the back. The rest of the team followed suit and walked towards Spencer eagerly awaiting the arrival of his date.

"She's just parking now, insisted we took her car as it quote unquote looks cooler," Spencer said laughing looking towards the door, also waiting with eager nerves for the team to meet her. Garcia didn't waste a moment taking his arms in her hands and making him do a small spin to show her the outfit.

"Gomez Addams?" Penelope says half sure. Before Spencer could answer her the front door opened and Y/N through the house towards the patio. Spencer turned opening an arm to welcome her.

"And my Morticia," The team could not deny that they were in shock the moment she walked through the door. Everyone had spoken about what they thought she looked like, what outfit they'd be wearing. Almost anything you could speculate about they had talked about it. Penelope even phoned Emily to talk about it, and she also promised to send a photo.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," She said smiling leaning into Spencer's open arm. Y/N had the perfect Morticia outfit; the long black hair, the long low-cut black dress, and the dark makeup. Penelope was, of course, the first person to step forward and take Y/N's hands in hers.

"I am Pen-"

"Penelope Garcia, I have heard so much about you!" Y/N cut her off with pure excitement on her face. Penelope recoiled a little in shock, she didn't know if it was the shock that Spencer had spoken about her or the shock that Y/N seemed so excited to meet her.

"You spoke about me?" Penelope says pulling back to see Spencer's face turn pinkish at the comment.

"Spencer has spoken about all of you in great detail, and trust me he remembers everything," Y/N says laughing embracing Penelope in a hug. Derek took that moment to ruffle Spencer's hair in true big brother fashion.

"Well since you know everything about me, please follow me and tell me EVERYTHING about you!" Penelope tried her best to lead Y/N across the grass towards an empty table, handing her a glass of champagne on the way past. Spencer remained stood on the patio steps with the rest of the team.

"It's nice to see you happy Spencer." Hotch's voice rose above the quiet chittering of the group as they all continued their conversations.

"It's nice to introduce her to you guys finally," Spencer said not taking his gaze off her, even though she was deep in conversation she could feel his gaze on her from the distance across the garden and she couldn't take the rose tint out of her cheeks because of it. It was the first time Y/N had met the team but it certainly wouldn't be the last, Penelope demanded that of her.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid

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delulu-with-wandanat · 3 months

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Shape of you

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings 18+: Shapeshifting (Wanda), teasing, praise kink, slight degradation?, cunnilingus, bottom!Nat, top!Wanda, fluffy moments cus these two are just-

A/N: This was requested by a user who would like to remain anonymous. I hope you like it! It was nice exploring this idea with you, some of the lines were from them as well!

Summary: Wanda's exploring the extent of her powers and can't help but tease Nat with it. And Natasha... well, Natasha discovers something new about herself.

"What the-" Her girlfriend, Wanda, was always up to interesting things when she calls for Natasha's attention. Most of the times it was adorable, like that one time Wanda excitedly showed her the cupcake she had baked with a proud grin.

But this... this was just...

"Hey sailor." Wanda- or better yet, Natasha 2.0 said. The spy narrows her eyes in confusion, but nonetheless she was very impressed. She knew Wanda had been experimenting with the extent of her magic. Whenever they hung out in Wanda's room, she would absentmindedly play with her powers. However, she never knew Wanda's magic could go as far as shapeshifting.

"Well done, detka! However, you still sound like you." Natasha said from her seat on Wanda's bed, her tone was teasing. The witch pouted, oh god is that what I look like when I pout?? "Aw... My darling, I was only joking. I'm sorry, this is really impressive!"

Wanda only stick out her tongue and faced the mirror once more. This was something she had been working on for the past days, Wanda noticed that she was able to be alter the environment around her, which pique her curiosity on whether or not she could alter her body.

At first it was simple things, like changing the color of her hair without the use of hair dye. Then putting on clothes without actually needing to put on any materials, getting her nails done, the color of her eyes, so on and so forth. Then she started to wander if she could alter... her face.

She got the idea from none other than her own girlfriend, the former Russian spy. Natasha had told her about the time she used a photostatic veil in order to impersonate others, which inspired the witch to do her little experiment.

Wanda checks herself out on the mirror. She had gotten everything right, from Natasha's hair, her beautiful green eyes, her full lips. "How are you not in love with yourself?" Wanda asked randomly.

"I'm pretty sure there's a term for that, unfortunately Tony already took the title." Natasha replied.

"If you were, i'd honestly understand."

Natasha only hummed in response and returned to her previous activity on scribbling in her notepad. Well, she knew she was attractive of course. She had no doubt about that, but being physically attracted to herself sounded absurd. Not because she was insecure or any of that, rather how does one could be THAT self absorbed.

"Do you ever think about fucking yourself?"

Natasha almost choked in her own saliva at Wanda's rather absurd question. And to be quite honest, she should be used to it by now. Wanda could be quite... random. One of the many traits Natasha adores so much, but... maybe there are times where you shouldn't speak out your mind-

"I think the word for it is masturbating."

"No, I meant like... Having sex, with yourself. As in physically touching a clone of yourself." Wanda elaborated.

A small smile creeped onto Natasha's face. Wanda's absurdity was so weird yet so adorable at the same time. Natasha finally put down the notepad and puts her attention fully to the younger woman. "That mind of yours, little witch. Sometimes I don't understand why you're even asking any of these questions for..."

Wanda only rolled her eyes, her face was still representing Natasha. Christ, this is weird. "I'm just saying..." Wanda said in a low voice. Taking a step towards the bed, swaying her hips slightly. "Hypothetically, if you were to meet a clone of yourself, wouldn't you feel... something?" The seduction in her voice were present.

Well... the way she saw her own face smirking at her, Natasha had to admit. It was rather... sexy.

Wanda got closer and closer, crawling onto the bed to Natasha. Arching her back a little so her ass was up in the air. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Wanda. "What are you trying to do?"

"My point being, you drive me crazy, Natasha Romanoff. With your eyes, your smirk, the way you present yourself in general." Wanda continued, still advancing towards her on the bed, almost like a cat. Soon enough, Wanda made herself comfortable on her lap, tilting her head a little as she looked down at Natasha. "Don't you think you'd feel some type of way if you ever met a clone of yourself?"

Natasha crane her neck upward to see herself, or more like a face of herself smirking down at her. Perhaps Wanda was onto something, Natasha's face had an aura that tug something within you. Yet, the spy was still not convinced. That may be her face, her smirk, however everything else was still Wanda.

Maybe because she was a spy so she was much more observant, that or she loves Wanda so much to the point where she knows every single little detail about her. The little head tilt that she always does, the nose crunch when she smiles, Natasha could go on and on.

Natasha then raised her hand and lets it rest on Wanda's cheek. "I already have the girl for that, detka."

A soft blush formed on Wanda's cheek, the smirk turned into a soft smile. Ugh god, I'm making a mental note not to blush like that. Looks cute on Wanda, but god forbid someone else caught me in that state.

A smirk formed on Natasha lips, her other hand grip Wanda's thigh slightly, causing the witch to hitch her breath. Natasha moved her hand to the back of Wanda's neck, pulling her down so she could whisper in her ear. "Now how about you let me see that girl, hmm?"

Within an instant, her face transformed to it's original state. Natasha smiled upon seeing the view she adores so much. She then pulled Wanda down, the two met halfway, sharing a soft loving kiss while embracing one another.

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Natasha had thought that her girlfriend's little hocus pocus would end there. However, the little witch was very much still adamant on reaching her goal. Which was to become the perfect Natasha clone.

Altering her appearance was easy, making it accurate was not so hard either.

"Hey babe, I think I finally got your tits right. Can you come over and have a feel to see if it's accurate?"

Natasha stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing the question at 9am in the morning. She had just gone back from her run to find Wanda standing in front of her mirror, with a different body, HER body to be precise. And also wearing her suit... The zipper was unzipped way lower than it should to be frank-

"Wouldn't you have a better opinion on that? After all, you're the one who's on the other end of the stick." Natasha teased after composing herself real quick.

"It's your body."

"Wanda, I don't exactly spend my time in front of a mirror all day." The witch then took another look in the mirror, her eyes almost looks like a prey as her hand trails up her body in a sexual manner, biting her lips as she gave her tits a firm grip.

The scene had Natasha swallowing the lump in her throat. That's when she felt... something in her stomach. What the fuck was that-

"Mmmm, the way I would record myself if I had this kind of body." Wanda husked out dreamily.

Natasha took in a shaky breath, which went unnoticed by the witch. "I love your body the way it is."

"Oh darling, I don't mean that in a self deprecating way. Don't you worry." The younger woman continues to admire her body, or Natasha's body in the mirror. Turning to the side and arching her back, running her hands along the curves seductively. "Keep watching, perv."

Wanda's words snapped the spy out of her trance, when her gaze returned to Wanda's green orbs, the witch was smirking slightly at her. Natasha only rub the bridged of her nose and mumbles some incoherent words in Russian.

"You can be honest."

"I'm going to the gym-"

"You just got back from a jog." Wanda stated.

"I need something to punch after dealing with..." Natasha made a movement with her right hand, indicating to the whole shapeshifting ordeal. Wanda only narrows her eyes in faux offense, Natasha then turns around and walked out of their room.

"You love me!" Wanda yelled out just before the door closes. Natasha merely rolls her eyes, yet a smile creeped up on her face. She really does...

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The most difficult part for Wanda was not to alter her appearance, rather how to mimic her girlfriend's demeanor and personality. Which was weird, wasn't it? As Natasha's lover, Wanda should be able to mimic her perfectly.

Perhaps there were a couple of reasons. One, she wasn't a trained spy or actor by any means. And two, Natasha had an... aura you could say, a confidence, the way she brought herself up. It wasn't something that anyone could copy.

Natasha strides into a room with her head held high, all attentions directed to her in an instant. When she speaks, no one dares to cut her off. The power she holds, the fire in her eyes, just everything about her that makes her Natasha-Fucking-Romanoff.

Maybe that's why the witch was so drawn to her. And to be completely honest, Wanda had no clue whatsoever on how she manages to bag the former assassin.

So for the past couple of days, Wanda did a complete observation of Natasha. Watching every moves that she makes, the way she speaks to others. The micro-expressions on her face, the way she sits, her composure, every-single-fucking-thing...

"Nat?"

Natasha turns around upon hearing her colleague.

"Rogers." Natasha responded promptly.

"How'd you get here so fast?" Steve asked, confusion written across his face. To which Natasha responded with equal confusion.

"Meaning?"

"I thought I just saw you... Never mind that." He approached her and makes himself a cup of coffee as well. Natasha had her back leaning against the counter. "How are you and Wanda?"

With that Natasha lets out a soft chuckle. "Interested in my love life, Rogers?"

"It's a harmless question." Steve responded with a kind smile.

"We're alright." Natasha said, trying to hide the tiny smile that's creeping up to her face at the thought of Wanda.

"I'm truly happy for you both." The two avengers drank their beverage in a comfortable silence. Despite all the dangerous mission they had to go through, moments like these are the ones they cherish the most. In the midst of all the chaos, it was nice to have a peace of mind once in a while.

After a few moments, Steve broke the silence once again. "Well, I should head out."

Natasha narrows her eyes in confusion. "Aren't you supposed to train Wanda this morning?"

"You just told me she was sick??"

"I didn't... Wanda is sick?" Concern flair up in her for a split second, I didn't even know...

"You tell me." Both Avengers were in confusion. "Nat, are you sick as well? You seems a little off today."

"Rogers, I assure you, I'm perfectly fine."

"Alright... Well, I hope Wanda a speed recovery. See you around, Nat." Steve said before walking past her while patting her shoulder.

What the fuck is going on??

Natasha opted to check up on her girlfriend, she strides to the direction of Wanda's room. The conversation she had with Steve was weird to say the least, however, being the spy that she is, she had an idea on what was going on. Just as she was about to knock on Wanda's door, a voice called out to her.

"Natasha." To hear herself, she wasn't that much surprised to say the least.

Natasha smirked, she knew Wanda was still hellbent on the whole shapeshifting thing.

"Trying to get yourself out of training I see."

"A day won't hurt anyone."

Natasha turns around to face... herself. She had to admit, this was very impressive. Wanda manages to get every curves of her body right, the color of her eyes, her hair, down to her signature smirk.

"You could've just told me, you know?" Natasha said in a slight teasing tone.

"I find this more exciting." Wanda said, taking a closer step towards her. This is really weird.

Natasha... out for words. Give her a break, how exactly does one reacts to this? Wanda had become the perfect clone. Natasha tried to say something, only to close her mouth again. With that, Wanda smiled teasingly.

"Cat got your tongue?" She said, while thumb reaching up to rest it self on Natasha's chin. The spy's breath hitched. Why the fuck-

"Don't flatter yourself."

Wanda let out a soft chuckle, "So defensive, Detka." Fuck, is this how Wanda feels every time?

"How long are you planning to keep this going, hmm?"

Wanda only lean closer, her breath ghosting on Natasha's lips. "I'm not entirely sure..." The witch's eyes subtly glanced down to her lips before returning to her eyes. "Until it bores me." With one last smirk, Wanda pulled away and walked to a different direction.

Natasha lets out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. To see herself, acting the way she did awakened something in her. Natasha wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that fact...

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The rest of the day was... interesting to say the least. Wanda spent the entire day, posing as her. However, the witch wasn't out and about to wreak havoc. Meaning she wasn't out there to spread rumors as Natasha, or completely re-writing Natasha's well known reputation.

No, no... It was much worse than that.

She was constantly teasing, and flirting with Natasha AS Natasha. Which the spy couldn't decided if she would have prefer the former or the latter.

Wanda was getting bolder each minutes as well. It started off as just having a rather seductive conversation with her, then she started stretching and bending her body in sexual manners, then she started brushing her hand and whispering things in her ears. It frustrated the spy, one because it turns her on in a way that made her feel weird about herself. And two, she may or may not feel slightly hypocritical, as she often does this to rile up Wanda.

"I think I'm starting to understand." Natasha felt a hand encircling her waist, her voice whispering on her right ear. Natasha looked up from the bathroom sink, the reflection caused her to hitch her breath. Wanda smirked as she rest her head on the spy's shoulder.

"Understand what, exactly?"

"Why you do what you do..." Wanda husked out. Pulling Natasha closer by the waist and flushing their bodies completely. "Why you tease me so relentlessly..." Natasha lets in a shaky breath the moment she watches the scene unfold in front of her eyes. Wanda kisses her shoulder, before slowly trailing it up to her neck.

"Wands..." Natasha breathed out, her mind was starting to get hazy. Her eyes flutter slightly, she couldn't help but to crane her neck a little to give Wanda better access.

"To have someone submit to you so easily..." Wanda started to nibble her earlobe, Natasha couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her throat. Which caused Wanda to chuckle.

For fuck sake, why am I feeling like this?

"The power you have against me, Natasha Romanoff." Wanda husked out again. With one swift movement, Wanda spun her around to face her. Natasha could feel her breath against hers. The spy's eyes shifted just for a split second, Wanda's lips pulled into a devilish smile the moment Natasha was caught red handed. "Go on. I won't blame you."

Natasha took in a sharp breath, yet she couldn't seem to rack up any words.

"Don't be afraid, Natasha." Wanda purred, leaning ever so close their lips were mere inches apart. Natasha didn't knew what's gotten into her. Was it the way she acted? Her voice? Her mannerism?

She knew she was good at what she does, hence why all of her targets gave in whenever she used seduction. But to have experienced it herself was something she would've never imagined happening. Was it weird? Perhaps.

But by god does her lips move so well against her...

The way she took control, just how the spy always does. The way her hands know exactly where she wanted to held. The way her tongue teases her lips, causing Natasha to subconsciously part hers letting Wanda gain access.

Their mouth moved in a perfect tandem. Natasha moaned against her, arching her body in a way she normally never does. Almost submitting herself...

She broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, then down to her neck. Natasha's breathing was getting heavier and heavier on every kiss, her knees felt wobbly. She wrapped an arm round Wanda's shoulders for support.

"You feel the effect you have on me?"

She lets her hand roam down to Natasha's thigh, giving in a firm grip while her mouth continued its way down Natasha's neck. The action was causing Natasha to let out a breathy moan. As her mouth explored Natasha's neck, searching for a sweet spot, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

"Ah... I see why you like this angle. Why you love to fuck me in this exact position." She smirked at her own reflection, Natasha's back facing the mirror. She trailed her hand up Natasha's spine from under the muscle tee. Fuck, even Wanda is so turned on by the sight...

She then pushed her leg between Natasha's thighs, eliciting a delicious moan from the redhead and something she did not expected to hear, "Natalia..."

Both women snapped out of their trance.

The witch pulled back to look at Natasha in the eye. The spy was shocked at her own words. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I-"

But Natasha was shushed, a smirk creeping onto her partner's lip. "What did you just call me?"

Natasha clenched her jaw, "Wanda-"

"No." She responded firmly. Her finger reached up to force Natasha to look at her in the eye. "I won't ask you again, Malyshka." The amount of dominance in her voice made Natasha weak in the knees. The spy didn't know why, but all she wanted to do was to oblige.

"Natalia..."

"Good girl."

Oh fuck- Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She crashed her lips onto Natasha, with one swift movement Natalia had picked her up to sit on the counter top. Making the older one gasp and moaned against her. Natalia tugged on the muscle tee she was wearing, the older one took off her shirt with so much difficulty as she refused to part their lips for more than a second.

Natalia lets her hand roamed the newly exposed skin. Running her hand up her strong muscular back, gently digging her nails causing Natasha to hiss and arch her back. "Oh god-" She groaned. Natasha puts her hand on her chin to force Natalia to look at her. "Take me to bed." The spy demanded.

The clone merely raised her eyebrow, Wanda had to hold herself as she was so used to obeying Natasha's words. But not this time. "You know better on how to use your words, Detka."

Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat, one last breath she let out a very soft. "Please..."

A devilish smirk crepped up on Natalia's lip, "Say it again. Full sentence."

"Please, take me to bed, Natalia..."

Delighted, the clone crashed their lips once again and swiftly pick her up. Natasha naturally wraps her legs around her, her right hand on her shoulder for balance while her left remain on Natalia's cheek.

The kiss gets progressively messy as Natalia carry her to their bed. With the lack of space between them, she could feel Natasha's growing arousal on her abs. The spy even tightens her legs around and subtly moving her hips. Christ, since when did Natasha get so needy?

Once Natasha was laying on her back, Natalia pulled back to take off her shirt. Natasha watches the scene, practically drooling at the mouth. The clone wasted no time in locking their lips once again, positioning herself between Natasha's legs and grinding her abs against her core.

"Ahh... F-fuck..." A pathetic whine escaped the spy's throat. Something that never had happened before.

Natasha's panting and moaning filled the room, it was music to Natalia's ears. Painting the older ones neck and collarbone with purple markings, now she understands why Natasha always leaves so much of those. To mark her territory, show off to everybody what is rightfully hers. The two continues to undress each other, revealing more and more skin each time. Natalia pulled back to take in the view.

The sight of the infamous Black Widow, now naked underneath her, squirming under her touches, by god Wanda wanted to engrave the sight on her mind.

Over the course of their relationship, Natasha took charge most of the time, well... all the time actually. However, it wasn't because she forbid Wanda to take charge, no. But rather Wanda found herself incapable of doing anything else other than to obey her. She never understood why, until now that is.

The power she has, the seduction in her voice, the aura that just makes someone follow you like a blind dog willingly.

"Look how pathetic you are..." Natalia husked out while playing with her tits. Natasha's bottom lip trembles, desperately holding back the needy whine that's threatening to escape her throat. Still trying so hard to keep her 'dignity' even after the numerous slip ups a few minutes ago. "You don't have to hold back, Detka."

Natalia slowly kisses her way down to her stomach, Natasha's breath hitch as she closes her eyes, her legs subconciously spread wider.

"Look at me." Natalia demanded. When Natasha opens her eyes again and look down, the clone was smirking up at her. "Don't you want to see how good you look?"

Natalia stick out her tongue, dragging down from her stomach then all the way to her inner thigh.

"This part is my favorite to watch..." Natalia husked out as she makes herself comfortable between Natasha's thighs. Kissing and lightly biting the inner parts, getting dangerously close to her core only to pull away, causing Natasha to grip the bedsheets like her life depends on it as she watches the scene unfold.

"Please..." Natasha breathed out.

Natalia smirked. Christ, that devilish smirk. "I'll do it exactly the you do."

And by god does Natasha finally understands what she means.

Head thrown back, toe curling, sheets gripped tight as Natalia lapped her up like a starved animal. Natasha's moans were music to her ears. Natalia swore the sight itself could make her come without the need of touching herself. The feeling of Natasha grabbing a handful of her hair was enough to make her head spin, causing Natalia to moan against her core.

The action only pushed Natasha closer to the edge. "Oh fuck-"

She was close, it was almost so pathetic how quickly she got to lose herself. As Natalia kept sucking and twirling her tongue on her aching bud, the knot on her stomach was threatening to snap.

Yet, she couldn't?

She knew she was practically gliding along the edge. What exactly is stopping her?

Natalia was too pre-occupied to notice Natasha hesitancy. The spy whined and whined like a pathetic mutt as she wanted nothing more than her release. But it never came.

"S-stop, stop, please..." Natasha whimpered.

Natalia froze and pulled away, immediately hovering closer to Natasha's face. Looking at her with so much concern and fear. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Natasha shook her head, there was tears in her eyes. Yet, not out of pain, out of frustration. Which Wanda picked it up as though she had hurt Natasha. Her heart ached as she thought of the damage she might've caused. Luckily, Natasha was quick to straighten things out.

"No, detka. It's not you, I just-" Natasha couldn't understand, what's happening to me?

Natalia, reached up to cup her face. Causing the two to lock eyes. Oh... Maybe that's why... "Talk to me." Natalia said gently.

"I want you..." Natasha breathed out.

"Are you sure you can continue?" Natasha nodded, the hand that was initially on her face slowly and gently trailed down again. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

But Natasha halted her hand before it could go further. "Not like this." Natalia tilted her head in confusion. "I meant- You, Wanda, I want you..."

Realization hits her like a brick. Without missing beat, Natasha finally stared back at the woman she loves, Wanda Maximoff...

As much as she enjoyed the whole role play and that it turned her on in many ways. The act of release was.... something she found rather sacred?

Perhaps for better term, her body only naturally wanted to let go for Wanda. She made Natasha feel safe, like she could let down her guard. Like she could demolish the wall she had built around herself for so many years.

Wanda, Wanda, Wanda....

"I love you." Natasha whispered, her hand wrapped around the witch's shoulder. Staring deeply into her green eyes, oh those eyes...

"I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"You didn't." The redhead said firmly, pulling Wanda closer so she could rest their foreheads together. "But I wanted it to be you, only you..."

Wanda nodded, her hand trailed down again to her aching core. Natasha's breath gets heavier with anticipation. It started slow, as Wanda had to build her up once more. She leaned down capturing Natasha in a soft kiss while her hand did their magic.

"Just like that. Ah- Wanda..." Fuck, the witch loved their previous role play, but hearing her own name was so much better.

"You're doing so well for me, detka." Wanda whispered as she picked up the pace. Natasha's breath hot against her face as the spy yearned for their close proximity. Wanda then started kissing her jaw, her neck, then up to a spot just below her ear. "I love you so much, Natasha."

The redhead felt a surge of arousal in her stomach, this moment was so intimate. In a sense, she felt so safe, so loved, so well taken care of. She loves her, she loves her, by god she loves her...

"Wanda, f-fuck. I'm so close...." Natasha moaned.

"I got you, baby." The knot in her stomach tightens as it's threatening to snap at any given seconds. Natasha chants her name like a prayer, begging for her to go faster so she could have the release she so desired. And Wanda wants nothing more than to fulfill her needs.

"Wanda... Wan- oh fuck!" Finally, it snapped. Natasha hid her face on Wanda's neck, still holding her close as the witch helps her through her orgasm. They've had much more exciting sex of course, but this moment... this wasn't just sex. It was making love.

The realization that Natasha only felt safe enough to let go is for Wanda. That wasn't something Wanda was going to take lightly.

Natasha's breathing eventually evened out. They pulled away to gaze into another, though it seems like there was a soft blush on Natasha's face. Wanda couldn't help but to smile, it was so adorable to see the big strong Black Widow blushing like so.

"You're so cute." Wanda teased, leaning down to kiss her nose.

Natasha only scrunched her nose, but a small smile creeped onto her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I should return the favor..." Natasha husked out.

Wanda bit her lip, "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

⧗ᗢ⧗

Wanda entered the gym with a yawn, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She looked rather adorable still in her pajamas. Natasha noticed her and gave her a soft smile.

"You should be in training, witchy." Sam grumbles as he does more push ups, courtesy of Nat of course.

"Don't make me add another 100, Sam." Natasha replied.

"This ain't fair! You can't just give out special treatments just cause she's your girlfriend."

"You know what? Fair enough, just for that you get 200."

Sam cursed under his breath, "Go fuck yourself, Romanoff."

Instant flashbacks for the spy, yet she quickly shook it off before anyone else at the gym notices. However, she locked eyes with Wanda who raised her eyebrows teasingly.

'Don't...' Natasha mouthed.

Wanda only sipped her tea, while maintaining eye contact. It had a glints of mischief in them.

Damn this woman...

Whoooo, ok so i had this WIP for like weeks. And I'm the type of person who gets overwhelmed when one thing isn't done, so I'm gonna post this so i don't have the weight of it in my head for these college essays :')

I'm sorry that I'm gonna have to postpone all request until further notice, anyway hope you guys liked it! Also I hope the whole thing wasn't confusing, i tried my best to describe Wanda as Natasha XD I think I could've done better but with everything my head was elsewheree, anyhow enjoy!

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha #wanda x natasha #wanda #wlw #natasha x wanda #wandanat smut #wandanat fluff #wantasha #moffnoff #scarletwidow #scarlet widow #scarletwidow fluff #scarletwidow smut

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mismatched-sockss · 3 months

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» Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader » Warnings: just a little fluffy something for valentines day, readers first relationship with a woman (short mention of prior relationships, therefore implied bisexuality; but no gender for exes mentioned), anxious and nervous reader, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, pet names (reader is called my love), » A/N: written with fem!reader in mind but I left out any mentions of gender for the reader, as well as skin-color

You felt sick. So incredibly sick. The heavy stone that had formed in your stomach for the last couple of hours just wouldn't go away and on top, your heart beat so hard and fast that it made you feel dizzy.

A glance at the clock told you that it was almost time for Emily to arrive. "Oh god, oh god, ohh my god...", was all you could mumble to yourself as you ran around your apartment like a headless chicken, to make sure everything was ready. That everything was perfect. You needed it to be perfect.

To be honest, you felt like you had no idea what you were doing. Not a single clue. None of your exes were big on celebrating valentine's day in any kind of way, and for the last few years you had been single. So not only had you never really celebrated valentine's day before, but more importantly: it was your first relationship with a woman.

It had only been about a month since you started dating Emily. After a couple too many shots of tequila on new years eve, the liquid courage had made you bolder than you could have imagined. So, when the countdown to midnight reached zero and the both of you hugged and exchanged a "happy new year!", you had cupped her cheeks and kissed her. You were so overwhelmed at the moment, that you left the party without another word to anyone and ran home. Literally ran home. The next day Emily stood in front of your door, fresh coffee and croissants from your favorite bakery in her hand and you talked about your feelings for each other.

A part of you wished, all of this would have happened on another day. Don't get me wrong, you loved every second you were able to spend with her. But it was all so new to you, and today seemed like such a big day for some reason. Maybe you wouldn't be as nervous if you would have been dating for longer than a month. Then, if you would have gotten more used to being with her romantically, you wouldn't freak out as much as you were right now.

I mean, this wasn't your first date with each other, nor was it the first time Emily came to your place and / or stayed the night. But there was something about days like this - birthdays, valentine's day, or other holidays like christmas for example - that felt even more special when you are in love and spend them with your partner. And even though the both of you had been friends for years beforehand, it just was different now. Especially so early on in the relationship.

You nervously gnawed on your bottom lip as you let your gaze wander around the place. The food - a recipe by the courtesy of one David Rossi - was in the oven and would soon be done; so, check. Plates and cutlery out on the table; check. Emily had said, that she would bring some wine; therefore, check. The dozens of candles you had placed all around the apartment were lit; check. Nice outfit; check. The bouquet of flowers you got for Emily; che-

The door bell rang so sudden it startled you and it was a surprise you didn't scream. Your heart threatened to jump out of its confinement as you walked to the door. Taking a deep breath you reached for the door handle, your hands trembling.

The first thing you saw was a big, beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. Emily exhaled as if she had held her breath and fleshed you a big smile, her eyes shining and full of love as she took you in. "Hello, my love. Happy valentine's day."

"Hi", you breathed, your own lips stretching into a wide smile, "happy valentine's day." You took a step aside to let her in. After you closed the door behind her, you took the bouquet from her and buried your nose in the flowers, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, they are beautiful."

"I'm glad you like them." Emily smiled as you placed a kiss on her lips.

You hurried to put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the table in your living room, while Emily took off her coat. You were speechless for a moment when you saw her. The fabric of the red dress she wore hugged her body like a second skin, knee-length, with a slit on the right side that ended just centimetres under her hip.

Emily did little to mask her amusement when she saw you staring at her. But her amusement was quickly erased by awe when her gaze wandered around the room. Now, it was her time to be speechless, as she took in the scenery. The candles you had placed on almost every possible - and safe - surface, the rose petals that you had placed everywhere, the dimmed lights and the soft music that played in the background.

"Wow... That's...", she started, her brows furrowing as she looked for the right word. You grew nervous. Was it too much? Should you maybe had stopped at music and candles and leave the rose petals?

But before the little voice in the back of you head had any chance to get louder, Emily closed the space between you, reached up to cup your cheek with one hand and run her thumb over your cheekbone. The other found its place on your hip. "Beautiful. It's.." Again, she tried tried to find the right words, but not one came close to describe what she felt.

"So, you like it?", you asked shyly. Emily's gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes as she nodded. "Yeah", she breathed and kissed you.

You pulled her closer and melted into her kiss, into her touch. It didn't take long for Emily to softly nibble at your bottom lip and swiping the tip of her tongue over it. Your lips parted and a soft moan left your throat when your tongues met.

When the alarm clock you had set for when you had to get the food out of the oven rang, neither of you moved. All you did was whisper "Food's ready" in between kisses, but instead of pulling away you pressed your body closer to Emily's.

She smiled into the kiss. "Mmh, I think, I want some dessert first."

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x gn!reader #emily x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #ghosts can write #❤️ e.p.#--- mismatched🧦

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vanilladove · 7 months

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This request is a bit long and specific but I hope that's not a problem efvevefvrgb I'm sorry

So if that's not a problem I would want headcanons for gn reader who is Atsushi's sibling (a year older), has the same ability and also is in ADA and is in love with Akutagawa and he hates them at first but then fall in love. Also reader has very similar personality to Atsushi. (I know, readers description is almost Atsushi, I kin him okay tgbrbrgbrbg 😭)

So fluffy sibling headcanons with Atsushi, romantic (and suggestive/nsfw if thats okay (I'm 19)) headcanons with Akutagawa and also headcanons about dynamics between reader, Akutagawa and Atsushi.

I'm sorry that it's so specific rtgefbefbefg And thank you in advance if you'll write this erfefvvejad ♡

hihi tysm for being my first request, anon! this is actually so cute ahhhhh :,) i felt like keeping this pretty fluffy. engagement is always appreciated (from anyone & everyone:D)! thank you guys for all the support + requests so far ♡

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: akutagawa x nakajima!gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff + a lil suggestive (hickeys)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: none!

~being siblings with atsushi...

Since you're a year older, you've always been quite protective over your younger brother. Despite having very similar personalities, you're a bit more rational and street-smart than Atsushi.

You made him his first ever ochazuke (green tea over rice) at the orphanage one day to celebrate his birthday, and since then it's been his favorite food ♡

You cheer him up a lot and are kind of like his strength:,) After the kids at the orphanage cut his hair, you convinced him it looked cute and yelled at them to never mess with him again.

You always keep extra tissues on you for him bc he’s a lil crybaby sometimes :(

Both of you train together since you have the same ability. Luckily, neither of you are super competitive, so you both are at the same skill level.

You both share one brain cell...

~being akutagawa's lover...

You fell first, but he fell harder :D

The first time you saw Akutagawa, you were enamoured by his beauty. Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't reciprocated since he held a grudge against you and Atsushi (*cough* bc of Dazai bragging*cough*).

Dazai sent you to negotiate with the Port Mafia on behalf of the ADA once, and you saw him again in a meeting. Higuchi was gone, so naturally you sat next to Akutagawa--much to his dismay.

He was side-eyeing you harshly the entire meeting until his lung decided to act up and send him into a coughing fit...

You gave him your untouched cup of tea and fished some cough drops out of your pocket (always prepared bc you're the older sibling lol). This surprised him (along with the other Mafia members).

He didn't have the luxury of declining, so he took them without thanking you and stubbornly looked away (you swore you saw a faint blush on his cheeks though...)

After the meeting, he pulled you aside and demanded to know your favorite café, so he could take you there, warning you, "don't get the wrong idea, I just don't want to owe you". (he's awkward ik :,) )

Somehow your little 'dates' went back and forth as you kept bringing him more things to ease his condition (handkerchiefs, tea w/ honey, medicine, etc.)

Akutagawa fell for your bubbly personality and giving nature (which he would've regarded as weak before). As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was nice to have someone take care of and genuinely look out for him. It's the reason why he secretly hopes he'll never stop 'owing' you.

His love language is quality time and writing you poems/love letters. Anytime he isn't working or with Gin, he spends with you. His go-to is a romantic moonlight walk by the ocean (he def hates water tho and refuses to even dip his feet in--black cat energy hehe)♡

Expect a lot of subtle affirmations from Akutagawa. Not many “i love you”s but a lot of “the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?”

Also lots of affectionate head bonks hehe.

SUPER POSSESSIVE!!! Will constantly hold you/your hand when you're alone together or out in public and leaves hickeys to show you're his.

One time Atsushi saw one on your neck and asked about it...you told him it was "from Akutagawa", and he immediately got defensive thinking he'd hurt you. You awkardly laughed and told him it was a "hickey". Poor, innocent Atsu asked Dazai what that was and obviously Dazai's evil ass explained it in the worst, most suggestive way possible :p Afterwards, Atsushi wouldn't look at either of you for a week...

~dynamics between the three of you...

Although at first Akutagawa refused to hang out with Atsushi, he began to tag along more after you expressed that it made you sad to leave him out. When they did fight, you were the middleman breaking it up.

Akutagawa has been nicer to Atsushi lately--scoffing at his jokes instead of clapping back, claiming "it's for your sake and definitely not by choice".

Nicknames! You call Akutagawa "Ryu" when you're alone together. Aku calls you by your name but still refers to Atsushi as 人虎 "Jinko". Tried to call Atsushi by his name once, but it felt wrong, so he never did it again lol.

Dazai likes to tease that you guys are "Triple Black". You're a powerful trio, and you often strategize and provide support to the other two.

Since you guys are so similar, you once asked Akutagawa why he liked you so much but couldn't stand Atsushi...

Mans was absolutely dumbfounded. The question made him realize it was because he loved you, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it flat out. The thought of that made his face red like a tomato. He was so flustered, he couldn't even think of a cute, poetic thing to say.

He brought you close to him in a hug to try and hide his crimson face, burying himself into your neck.

"Your haircut isn't stupid like his, that's all".

#vanilladove #vanilladovebsd #vanilladoverequests #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #atsushi nakajima #bsd fluff #akutagawa ryuunosuke #ryunosuke akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #the formatting & theme took more time than the actual writing..wtf

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e-dubbc11 · 9 months

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In Bloom

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None really, maybe a swear word or two but extra fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2.7k-ish

Summary: Part 1 of 3 (I think) Reader is in a bit of a romantic slump so she buys herself flowers every Friday until one day she finds out they’re already paid for.

A/N: Based on this ask/idea from my lovely lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass I hope you like it, my love ❤️

This girl is single and haven't had anyone in a while. Miss the intimacy. Just to make herself happy, she buys flowers for herself every Friday. But one day, the flowers have already been paid for. It's the same thing the next Friday. Then one day, there's a little note attached to the flowers....

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“When was the last time you went out on a date?”

Rolling your eyes, those words felt like a hard punch to the stomach coming from your mother.

Your Friday afternoon lunch with her felt like days. It all started with the lunch spot you chose…it wasn’t to her standards but then again nothing was. Nothing seemed to ever be good enough whether it was your job, the clothes you wore, the apartment you lived in, or the sandwich shop you picked for lunch.

It was all beneath her, sub-standard, and you had accepted the fact that nothing you do will ever be good enough for her so you just decided to continue to do whatever made you happy and not worry about what would be pleasing to her.

She tried like hell to mold you into what she wanted you to be, how she wanted you to dress, what she wanted you to do for a living, and even what kind of wedding she had wanted you to have. She didn’t succeed and when you called off your wedding to a man that looked perfect on paper but was a monster behind closed doors, she didn’t try as hard to make you into something that you just weren’t going to be.

She still took not-so subtle jabs though.

“Have a good weekend, hun. Try and get some sleep, you look tired.”

A visit with mom wasn’t complete until she commented on how you looked. It was definitely time to go.

The early autumn wind picked up as you walked from the sandwich place toward the flower shop which was a few blocks away. Your little Friday tradition was just something you had decided to do for yourself every week.

The flowers made your apartment just a little bit brighter and brought a smile to your face every time you looked at them on your dining room table.

You hadn’t really noticed the flower shop before but it presented itself when you needed a little cheering up.

It was after another bad first date, the third one in a row. You were walking home from the bar after yet another Wall Street type asshole had spent the early evening hours droning on and on about himself when the essence of rose attacked your sense of smell. It stopped you dead in your tracks and caused you to shift your eyes from the sidewalk to the door of the flower shop in front of you.

Bouquets of beautiful flowers were in buckets of water outside but so many more caught your eye that were inside so you decided to go in and look around.

“We close in fifteen minutes, Miss. Is there something specific you’re looking for?” The man behind the counter had asked with a warm smile.

You tried to smile back but it only came out as half a smile. “Something to make me feel better after a bad date?” You replied.

His expression tempered and you could tell he really wanted to help.

“Let me see what I can put together for you.” He said.

And he went to work pulling flowers from different buckets and arranging them into the most beautiful bouquet, wrapping them in paper and plastic and securing them with a ribbon. The bouquet was full of carnations, roses, gerbera daisies, and lilies…all in different shades of red and pink. It was almost like he knew they were two of your favorite colors.

Watching him meticulously put those flowers together for you already made you feel better about that night.

“Here you go, my dear. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.” He said handing you the flowers.

You were absolutely stunned at how gorgeous they were and that was how you met Mr. Campbell, the sweetest little old man with the prettiest flowers in town which kept you coming back weekly for fresh ones.

After the taxing lunch you just had with your mother, it was time to make yourself feel better with your weekly flowers.

“Hi, Mr. Campbell. How are you today!?” You asked.

He shifted his gaze from the bouquet he was working on to greet you, pushing his glasses up that had slid down the bridge of his nose.

“My dear, y/n! Well, I can’t complain…I woke up again so that’s a good thing, plus I knew I’d get to see your smiling face today and that’s ALWAYS a good thing.” He said with excitement.

A wide smile stretched across your lips. “This is my favorite Friday stop, Mr. Campbell!” You said.

The corner of his mouth turned up and he raised his eyebrows. “You sure it’s not the liquor store, y/n?” He asked with a slight chuckle while looking at the bottle of wine in your hand.

You let out a full blown belly laugh. “Ok, well that’s my OTHER favorite Friday stop. You know I like my wine.” You said trying to control your laughter.

“What are you in the mood for today, my dear?” Mr. Campbell asked.

You inhaled sharply and let out a deep exhale. “Well I just had a very long and taxing lunch with my mother so something a little crazy with a lot of colors would be perfect.”

And that’s all he needed to hear. In a matter of minutes he moved from bucket to bucket, picking out every color flower he could get his fragile little hands on and arranged them especially for you into one crazy colored bouquet.

“Awww Mr. Campbell, they’re perfect, as always! Thank you!” You said handing him the money for the flowers and the nip of Jack Daniel’s you bought for him every Friday. “There’s better tasting whiskey out there, you sure you don’t want somethin’ else?”

“No, no…this is what I like y/n.” He said, getting back to the arrangement he was working on when you walked in.

“Ok, well you just let me know if you want something else. I gotta get goin’, I have a hot date with the couch and this wine when I get home.” You said sarcastically.

“It’s Friday night, my dear. You should go OUT on a date!” He said.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh no, don’t you start with me too Mr. Campbell. My mother said the same thing to me a little while ago. I’ll see you next week.” You said as you waved goodbye and reached for the door.

An incredibly handsome man on the other side of the door opened it for you and ushered you through. He was tall, with dark hair, a short beard, eyes as dark as the night sky and a perfect smile.

You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He said.

You didn’t look back and headed for home.

The flower shop after you left.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Russo. The usual for you today?” Mr. Campbell asked.

Billy had his long overcoat tucked under his arm, watching with a smile as he watched you walk down the street until you were out of sight.

“Yes please, Luther. That would be great.” Billy said softly as he paced around looking at all the different flowers.

Mr. Campbell had caught Billy looking at you when you left the shop.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she.” He stated, raising his eyebrows.

Billy thought he had acted nonchalant while checking you out. “What?” Billy asked. “Oh…yes…she is. Was that her first time in here?”

“She comes in every Friday and buys flowers for herself.” Mr. Campbell said.

A sly smirk stretched across Billy’s face. “Well we can’t have that now can we, Luther.”

Mr. Campbell returned the smirk, looked at Billy over his glasses and asked. “Shall I add another bouquet to your weekly purchase, Billy?”

“Yes please, whatever she wants but do NOT tell her I’m the one that paid for them.” Billy said sternly.

“She is going to ask, so what am I supposed to tell her?” Said Mr. Campbell.

Billy rested his hand on the counter and pondered for a minute.

As he picked up his flowers and started to walk toward the door, Billy turned back to Mr. Campbell and said “Just tell her you are sworn to secrecy and she’ll find out…soon, I promise.”

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The following Friday after a long day at work, you clocked out and started your walk to the flower shop. The warm afternoon sun grazed the high points of your face as you strolled down the sidewalk just enjoying the crisp fall air, and in no rush to get where you were going.

This was your favorite time of year. Vendors in the street sold warm apple cider and kettle corn, people with their flushed cheeks hurried past you with their hands shoved into their jacket pockets, while a short gust of wind nearly took your hat right off of your head.

Your first stop was the liquor store. Mr. Campbell really enjoyed the nip of Jack Daniel’s you gave him every Friday, he always told you it was the best part of his week and you loved it too. It felt nice to have something steady in your life even if was just a sweet elderly man and a bouquet of self-bought flowers.

The wind caught the door on your way into the flower shop and you had a hard time holding on to it but you managed to close it before it flew off the hinges.

“A little windy out there, y/n?” He joked, barely looking up from the arrangement he was putting together.

You pressed your lips together and replied. “Just a little. I nearly lost my hat, Mr. Campbell!”

“So what sort of bouquet will make you feel good today, my dear.” He asked.

Looking around the shop, the sunflowers caught your eye. “Something with a few sunflowers, I think.” You said.

And off he went picking out autumn colors of burnt orange, bright yellow, and deep red with the sunflowers being the focal point in the middle next to fern like greens. It was a beautiful work of art just like every other week which always put a smile on your face.

As you opened your purse, Mr. Campbell stopped you, waving his hand at you to put your wallet away. “No…no, they’re already paid for y/n.”

You had a confused yet skeptical look on your face. “What do you mean they’re already paid for?” You said.

“Exactly what I said y/n, someone has already paid for your flowers.” He said, with a devilish grin stretched across his face.

“Well, who paid for them?” You asked.

“I am sworn to secrecy, my dear.” He said raising his hand and closing his eyes.

Reaching into your tote bag, you pulled out the nip of Jack Daniel’s. “Ya know I’m not sure you deserve this today but that wouldn’t be very nice of me, would it.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m sworn to secrecy but you will find out soon who paid for them, he promised.” He stated with a slight smile as you waved and left the store.

Who could it be?

For the next few weeks, every time you’ve gone to pay for your flowers they had already been paid for. You even treated yourself to long stem red roses one week, orchids the next and Mr. Campbell STILL insisted he had already been paid. It didn’t matter how expensive the flowers were, you didn’t have to pay a dime.

Every week, you would BEG Mr. Campbell to tell you who was paying for your bouquets but he didn’t fold. He didn’t give up the name of the man buying you whatever your little heart desired that week but he really loved watching you smile.

Finally on week number four, you walked in to pick out your flowers and after putting together your bouquet, Mr. Campbell had a little something extra to add…it was a note that said:

Someone as sweet as you shouldn’t have to buy their own flowers. I hope you’ve been enjoying them. Now look outside…

You looked up from the card toward the door and flashing his perfect smile at you was the handsome man that had held the door open for you a handful of weeks ago. Warmth rushed to your cheeks and suddenly there were butterflies in your stomach as he walked through the door and planted himself firmly in front of you.

“Billy Russo…it’s nice to finally meet you…” He said, extending his hand for you to shake.

You extended your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, Billy. I’m y/f/n y/l/n. So you’re the one that swore Mr. Campbell to secrecy?” You asked.

“Ah I knew Luther would be able to keep my secret, although he wanted me to tell you two weeks ago. He can be a little impatient.” Billy said with a warm smile and a slight whisper.

Looking over the tops of his glasses, Mr. Campbell said. “Well don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And do you have something for me, my dear y/n?”

You had completely forgotten about the nip of Jack Daniel’s in your bag that was meant for him so you reached in the bag and set it on the counter.

“Oh!! I am so sorry Mr. Campbell. Here ya go.” You said.

He took the little nip bottle and walked into the back room, behind the counter. He was gone for a few minutes.

“So what do ya say? Will you have a drink with me? I promise, it will be something better than Jack Daniel’s.” Billy said.

You chuckled a little when you heard Mr. Campbell shout from the back room. “I heard that, Billy!”

“I knew you would, sir!” Billy shouted back. “He has the best flowers in town plus he’s a veteran and I like supporting veteran owned businesses.” Billy said.

You couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They looked like two endless pools of dark chocolate and they weren’t looking at anything except you.

Moving a stray hair away from your face, you replied. “I do too…I have friends and family that are veterans. Did you serve, Billy?”

“Three tours in Iraq…one in Afghanistan.” He said softly, inching closer to you.

Mr. Campbell surprised both of you when he appeared from the back. “Will you two get outta here! You can learn all about each other over a drink…GO! Get out!” He said, practically shooing you out of his shop and handing Billy his flowers.

“Alright, alright Mr. Campbell, we’re going…I’ll see you next week!” You said as you waved and walked out the door with Billy.

“Well? You wanna have that drink with me, y/n?” Billy asked again.

You bit down on your lower lip and glanced at the ground before capturing his gaze again. “I’d love to.” You said. “But I do have to drop these flowers off at home first so they don’t wilt. I live only a couple blocks from here. And it looks like you have flowers to drop off as well. Can I meet you in an hour? Is that enough time?”

Billy smiled. “That’s perfect…don’t you wanna know where I’m going to drop these off?” He asked nervously before opening the door to his car.

“As long as they’re not going to a wife or a girlfriend, it’s really none of my business Billy. But if you wanna tell me, you’re more than welcome to tell me later or another time. It’s up to you.” You said with a welcoming smile.

Billy looked surprised by your answer, he wasn’t expecting it and ultimately it was his decision of whether or not he wanted to tell you where he went every week at this time.

“Well ok then. So I’ll meet you back here in an hour?” He asked.

“I’ll see you in an hour…and Billy?

He looked up so his eyes were locked on yours.

A big smile stretched across your lips as you said “Thank you for my flowers.”

Billy smiled a wide Cheshire cat smile and winked at you. “You’re welcome, y/n and I will see you very soon.”

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shuadotcom · 11 months

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All my Love | BSK (M)

💍Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Afab!Reader

💍Genres & AUs: Romance, fluff, smut, established relationship au, soulmate au

💍Summary: You and your husband spend your first night as newlyweds together, still as in love with each other as you've been since day one.

💍Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

💍Warnings: Profanity, fingering, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, cum eating, so much fluff!!! Like they are so in love!!!

💍Words: 3.4k

💍Note: Written for @k-vanity Idols over Flowers event. The bouquet I put together is: roses (romance), fresia (own genre idea), amaranthus (marriage & co), thistle (own au), myrtle (soulmate), band of satin (weddings).

I’ve been in my Seungkwan feels lately and just wanted some fluffy smut 🥺 Thank you @agustdealer for betaing this for me!!! 💖

💍Net Tag: @kflixnet

You had never given much thought to the concept of finding your soulmate or even marriage. Growing up, when all of your friends were finding their soulmates around you, all of them having their tiny heart-shaped birthmarks on their wrists filled in a deep shade of scarlet while your own stayed empty and nothing but an outline, you barely cared much.

When you graduated high school and went to college, even more people in your life were finding the person that the universe told them they’d be spending their life with. You watched and congratulated them and wished them well. You accepted that maybe it would take longer for you to find your person. Even after you graduated college and entered the working world and wedding invitations showed up in your email left and right, you remained unphased.

At least since you were single you only had to be responsible for yourself and didn’t have the extra baggage of another person to worry about. A few partners entered your life here and there, but none of them wanted anything too serious.

You weren’t their soulmate after all since their tattoos stayed an empty heart like yours when you were together.

And that was fine. You were content and as your twenties went on that all remained the same and it was okay - you were okay. You’d nearly forgotten about the concept of soulmates and had long since stopped fantasizing about your own wedding.

And then Boo Seungkwan popped into your life and all of that changed.

You met him through a friend at your new job, everything. Your co-worker Hansol introduced you both at a company party that Seungkwan had been his plus one for, and upon bringing your hand up in a small, shy wave to him, you saw it. The little black heart outline on the inside of your right wrist - the one that had stayed empty for years - slowly began to fill with the brilliant red that signified you had met your soulmate.

Instantly, you understood everything that you’ve heard your entire life. That finding your soulmate is like finding the other half of yourself that’s been missing within you. That the feeling of seeing your soulmate for the first time would resemble an almost out-of-body experience as everything immediately clicked into place.

Seungkwan had also stared at his wrist in awe, slackjawed at the revelation. In no time, he became a constant in your life after that, the two of you instantly knowing that the universe had been oh so right in determining that you were meant for each other. He was the complete opposite of you in so many ways but he was also the most perfect man you had ever met in every possible way.

It took three years to know that Seungkwan is all you want for the rest of forever so when he proposed to you one spring afternoon you didn’t think twice about saying yes.

A year later, on another spring afternoon, you marry your soulmate, and everything for both of you is like a dream come true, feeling the happiest you’ve ever been.

“Wow! They really went all out with this room!”

Seungkwan admires the trail of roses that lead from the hotel room door, across the carpet, and to the bed with the heart made of petals decorating the white linens. The room is bathed in a warm glow, so cozy and inviting with a few electric tealight candles strewn about. It’s all straight out of a romance movie with the champagne chilling near the bed and fruit sitting on the table - a true honeymoon suite.

You can’t help yourself as you skip over to the bed and flop backward onto the middle of it, the light scent of the rose petals invading your nose.

“This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You admit, spreading your limbs to stretch your body on the king-sized bed.

“Well, I had to make sure I booked us the nicest honeymoon suite. I can’t have my perfect, amazing wife stay in just any old room.” Seungkwan beams at you, your heart leaping in response.

“My husband is so thoughtful and always thinks of me. He truly is my soulmate, huh?”

“Yeah, he is. He’s the luckiest man in the entire world to be able to call himself your soulmate.” Seungkwan saunters over to you, lying on his side next to you. He dips his head so that he speaks against your lips, his breath tickling you.

“I’m the lucky one. Not only is my husband extremely thoughtful but he’s also so insanely good-looking.” You run your hand down his arm, his muscles flexing under your touch from beneath the fabric of his tuxedo jacket.

Seungkwan is always handsome and has been since the day you met, but something about seeing him today: his perfectly tailored suit hugging his body, his megawatt smile permanently etched onto his face, the sheer joy in his demeanor - it was enough to have you falling in love with him all over again.

“Not as good-looking as my lovely, divine, phenomenal, wife is though.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, admiring the way you giggle at his words before finally kissing you, your lips moving together in perfect rhythm.

Kissing Seungkwan is always akin to a cliche romance movie moment no matter how many times you do it. The world around you melts away and everything you think about and feel and know is Seungkwan and Seungkwan only.

His elegant hand cups your face with nothing but tenderness as yours snakes around his waist and under his jacket to pull him close.

Gingerly and with nothing but tenderness, Seungkwan slips his tongue into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand eagerly begins its descent. He moves from your cheeks, trailing down your chin, to your neck, then reaching its final destination of your breasts, still nestled in your white dress.

He gives your mounds a few squeezes, eliciting a yelp from you. The reaction Seungkwan gets from you spurs him on, palming you a few more times, relishing in the whines you let out.

Soft, tender lips move away from your mouth, landing on your cheeks and then to your neck, the plunging neckline of your dress giving him easy access. Your husband lavishes your neck in kisses, loving the breathy symphony of sounds that you make for him. He spends extra time on your most sensitive of spots, using his teeth to ensure he leaves marks in his wake.

“Kwannie…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Please give me more!”

“What do you want?” he murmurs between nibbles.

“I want you.”

“Oh? You wanna consummate our marriage already?” He’s teasing you now, his lips moving back to your cleavage, licking a stripe back up to your neck.

“Well, you can’t just kiss me like this and not do anything else!”

Seungkwan’s endearing laugh reaches your ears and you smile between squeals.

“I can’t say no to you even if I wanted to, sweetheart.”

His lips move to your cleavage again, leaving open-mouth kisses as his hand eases over your side to the zipper on the back of your dress. He unzips you with gentle hands, helping you lay on your back, and slides the dress off and onto the floor. Before he can get your panties off, you’re making grabby hands for him to help slip his jacket off. Seungkwan lets you undress him piece by piece until you’re both in your underwear, gaping at one another like teenagers during your first time.

His hands are on you again, unhooking your lace bra and shimmying the matching panties down your legs. Seungkwan takes a minute to admire you. Your skin, as smooth and supple as it always is, practically glows before him. Your eyes that he could look into and get lost in every day, shine as you stare up at him, your need for him so blatant.

Seungkwan climbs onto the bed, between your legs to hover over you, and swoops down to smother your bare breasts in kisses, taking a nipple between his lips and suckling. A gasp leaves your lips as he flicks his tongue over the bud, leaving you squirming under him once again.

Teeth graze your nipple as Seungkwan continues, letting out deep hums against your skin. He switches between each breast, biting and sucking even more hickeys onto you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you huff out his name, pushing your chest to his face for more.

The hand that Seungkwan isn’t using to grope you slides down your stomach, slowly inching towards your pussy, and his long, skilled digits trail up and down your sticky folds.

“You’re so wet, my love. Is that all for me?”

“It’s always for you.” And you mean every single word. Seungkwan is all that you need and want and so much more.

Seungkwan eases a finger into you, your overwhelming wetness making it easy.

Your body always has an immediate reaction to your soulmate, going lax in his hold, but you still want so much more. Your thirst for Seungkwan is almost insatiable at times. All it takes is a few dirty words and a deep kiss to have you gushing for him and tonight is no different.

Seungkwan’s finger works you open as his thumb flicks at your swollen clit. A tiny shriek jumps from your throat, hands scrambling to latch onto Seungkwan’s arms, but he pays you no mind. His eyes only stay trained on you, quickening his movements to pull more melodic sounds from you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” The words are hushed as they leave your husband’s mouth.

“You’ve said that about fifty times today,” you mewl as Seungkwan plunges a second finger into your greedy pussy.

“And I’ll say it another fifty times every single day for the rest of our lives.” He leans down to kiss you, and your eyes flutter shut both at the warmth of his lips and the way that his fingers crook up just the way you crave for them to.

Seungkwan’s wonderful fingers spear in and out of you while he continues to coo words of love and adoration at you. Seungkwan has never been shy in detailing the ways he loves you and the reasons why, but the sweet words he’s using to compliment everything from your laugh and your smile to your admirable selflessness and even the way that you sing to yourself when you think no one’s listening, has tears welling in your eyes.

It’s him singing your praises so genuinely and the pressure of his thumb circling your clit with the right amount of pressure that has you seeing stars as you come undone on his fingers. He works you through it, telling you how stunning you look and how lucky he is that he gets to see you like this for the rest of your lives.

Your husband kisses away the couple of wayward tears that manage to fall and gathers you in his arms, with the delicacy of handling a piece of fine porcelain.

“How are you, my love?” Seungkwan checks, inspecting your half-lidded eyes.

“I’m okay, but I’d be much better if you continued making love to me,” you run your fingers down one of his round cheeks, making sure to gently poke at the beauty mark under his eye that you love so much.

Seungkwan’s soft eyes darken with lust again at your words, his pretty lips quirking up at the corners.

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.” He accentuates his words with a peck and bites at your lower lip.

When Seungkwan buries his cock into you, his girth stretching your sensitive walls, it feels as though a fuse has been lit inside of you. Your eyes flutter as he begins moving his hips, thrusting into you deep, his pelvis pressing firmly into the back of your thighs. Seungkwan knows everything there is to know about you, like just how hard you like him to fuck you to all the spots on your body that have you squirming.

“Fuck, Seungkwan…yes.”

“My beautiful baby. So pretty and always willing for me.”

“Always.” Even with knitted brows, you give him a loving smile, your soulmate returning the gesture.

You wrap your legs around Seungkwan’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. His soft skin is so hot against yours, flushed in a way that makes him look even more perfect. Your arms wind around his neck and you pull him close enough to you that you can bury your face into his neck, inhaling the lingering smell of his cologne mixed with a hint of perspiration.

With every drag of his cock against your spongy walls, your cries of Seungkwan’s name only get louder. He shares your desperation though, as he starts to roll his hips into you faster, and he moans out for you in the same high-pitched tone he uses when he playfully throws a tantrum.

“You feel so good, darling. You feel so fucking good.”

“More, please Kwannie, gimme more!”

“Yeah? My baby wants more?”

“Mmhmm, need it. Need all of you.” Seungkwan stares back at you, eyes full of nothing but hearts and stars for you. He’d given you all of himself from the moment you met and would continue giving you any and every new piece you’d ask for.

Seungkwan dips his head down, his lips meeting yours. He kisses you with a tenderness that’s a stark contrast to the now bruising force of his thrusts, your body bouncing wildly on the mattress. Your loud, almost shrill-sounding squeals that escape between your mouths seem too loud to your ears and you almost worry you’re being too loud in the room. But when Seungkwan’s length pummels your g-spot, the thought is quite literally knocked out of you.

“You’re so perfect,” your soulmate mumbles into your mouth before sitting up straight to look down at you.

You stare back at him in awe. Even with sweat beading on his forehead and nose and his skin as red as the ripest of tomatoes, Boo Seungkwan is still the most stunning man you’ve ever seen. When you voice this to him, he seems to blush even more, smiling at you in the most dazzling of ways.

He takes a moment to adjust, bringing his knees closer to the backs of your thighs and taking hold of your hips. You run your eyes over his arms and the way they bulge as he holds on, then move to his bare chest, wanting so badly to feel him under your fingers.

“Like what you see?” He teases, catching the way you ogle him as he slowly rolls his hips into you.

“Always, baby.” Reaching up, you drag your fingernails over his chest and down his stomach, goosebumps breaking out across his arms.

Seungkwan pulls back, almost all the way out of you before driving his hips forward with a force that makes your eyes screw shut at the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you,” Seungkwan pants out and you oblige, forcing your lids open.

The sight of your perfect soulmate, knitting his brows, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His chocolate eyes fixed - on you and only you - is enough to cause your heart to swell and your legs to shake almost violently as your orgasm rushes you.

“Seungkwan, I’m so close!” You do your best to roll your hips in sync with Seungkwan’s, your pace faltering as the pressure in your belly builds.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go for me,” his voice is like the finest silk, wrapping you up gently and making you impossibly warmer.

When you cum, it’s with Seungkwan’s name on your tongue as always is the case. Your lips part as you gasp for the air that’s knocked out of your lungs in the most glorious of ways. Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open - a tiny bit of you thinks about shying away from Seungkwan’s gaze but he doesn’t let you.

He loves you in every conceivable way and thinks that everything you do is breathtaking, including when you cum. Your skin glistens and glows, your perspiration like the finest of glitters. Your pillow-soft lips part and sing his name which is enough to have Seungkwan falling apart right after you. His eyes flutter closed, and it’s your name this time that bounces off of the hotel room walls as he empties himself inside of your velvety walls.

Seungkwan fills you up, the both of you sharing a long moan at the intense warmth as he pumps you full and digs his nails into the outer parts of your thighs.

He huffs out a breath when he’s empty, slowly pulling out and watching his seed seeping out of your hole and dripping down your ass cheeks. He’s transfixed at the sight, licking his lips.

“Seungkwan? What-!” Your question ends in a choke as he suddenly drops to his stomach and shimmies to move his head between your legs, plunging his tongue as far into your entrance as he can. Your hands shoot down to grip his hair, his thick tongue moving in and out of your messy cunt, slurping up both your juices and his cum.

As he tends to do, Seungkwan eats you out as if you’re his last meal. The man truly never gets tired of being between your legs for as long as you’ll let him. One of his hands reaches up to grab your hand that’s tangled in his once neatly styled hair. He threads his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze him. The act is sweet, but it doesn’t overtake the lewd sounds he’s making as he moans into you, sending vibrations through your body.

It doesn’t take long at all for Seungkwan to have you releasing again, this time on his tongue as you cry out for him, your back bowing off of the bed dramatically.

He cleans you up, much more gentle this time, aware of just how sensitive you are now. Once he’s done, he crawls back up your body to look at you with those eyes again - so full of adoration for you.

Seungkwan kisses you once more, this one much more innocent, even with your scent on his face.

After quite literally stealing the remaining breath out of you, Seungkwan flops onto the bed next to you. His hand finds yours between your bodies and threads your fingers together. He raises your hand, your wedding ring shining bright even in the dim lighting of the room.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife,” Seungkwan sighs, bringing the back of your hand down to his lips. “I love you so much, my sweet Y/n.”

“And I love you, my precious boo.”

The two of you lie there for a little longer, time nearly slowing as you admire every part of your husband, him doing the same.

“You know, if I’m remembering what was on the website correctly, I think there’s a giant soaking tub in the bathroom,” he mentions. “We could both use a warm bath after the day we’ve had.”

“Yeah, I think we could too,” you smile. “You think they have bubbles?”

“Not sure, but I think we need to go find out.”

Seungkwan helps you off the bed and holds your hand as you enter the other part of the suite. He lets you sit on the edge of the jacuzzi tub as he runs the water, ensuring it’s warm enough to soothe your sore muscles and adds the strawberry-scented bubbles he found on the countertop as it fills.

He keeps a close eye on the water, finally sparing you another glance once the tub is adequately full of warm bubbles. The smile that he sends your way is one that you’ve seen all night and even more times in the years you’ve been with him but it still doesn’t fail to make your heart race and have you sending him a shy one in return.

You’ve only been married for about ten hours now and it’s been the most magical ten hours of your life. You’re more than ready to be graced with a million more hours of loving and being loved by Boo Seungkwan, the soulmate that you’ve waited all this time for, and he was well worth the wait.

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crisiscutie · 7 months

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For Those Who Have None Chapter 1

Pairing: Fluffy Sephiroth (Pre-Nibelheim)/Domestic Darling (Reader)

Word Count: 1.3k

Chapter 1 of the Domestic AU mini-fic series. Set Late Crisis Core.

Coming to your apartment has never filled Sephiroth with such dread. As he enters, the scent of smoke invades his senses, unlike the usual lingering lavender scent expected in your home. He quickly realizes that your savory homemade cookies are burnt. You must be troubled as he is. There's no fire in the kitchen, thankfully, so he continues the journey towards his destination.

He has to be honest with himself. That fateful night when you two were entwined... In that moment, he was yearning for you during those long, agonizing days of separation. When you two finally reunited, he lost himself during the sex. And now, this situation is unfolding. You invited him over for dinner and to discuss what happened between you two that night. He becomes so lost in thought; he didn't notice the two plates of lasagna on the table as he walks by, heading towards your room.

You're still in the bathroom when he enters, so he leans against your dresser, his arms crossed as he waits. From the outside, he appeared to be his usual self: quiet and stoic. But beneath his facade, a storm of his greatest fears wages on. His slit eyes fixate on the mesmerizing dance of the weak flames in the fireplace near him. The fire crackles weakly, producing only a soft, melancholic sound echoing in the room. He almost wants to pray that this dreadful meeting was a misunderstanding on his end. But it's a foolish hope.

After what seems like eternity, you finally come out of the bathroom, your own gaze piercing through him.

"Did you enjoy the meal?" You mutter, hoping to get his attention.

"I-I... couldn't eat it. My apologies." He murmurs. You sigh at his response as you nervously rub your arm. You might as well cut to the chase.

"I'm pregnant," you say. You gather the strength to look directly into his eyes. But his gaze remains fixated on the fireplace. Don't be fooled. He heard you. And he wants to assure you, to declare his unwavering support for you and the life growing inside you, but his voice fails him. It's as if time has come to a stop, the world around him freezing in a haze of uncertainty. He never considered fatherhood, let alone be equipped for it. And the idea of raising a child in an environment woven by Shinra, a company built on deceit and darkness, is unthinkable. No doubt that they will raise his child to be a "hero". Their personal killing machine, like him, their father. And there's YOU, his precious darling. He can't lose you. He CAN'T. Not like how he lost his own mother during childbirth. His silver tresses sway gently, and his eyes slowly widen in recognition as they lock onto yours, now that you're standing in front of him. Your delicate hand slid across his warm cheek, providing a soothing touch amidst the storm raging within him. Perhaps there is solace in knowing that, at least for now, he still has you by his side.

"Sephiroth... Sephiroth! Please look at me." Your words shatter the silence, reaching deep into his dark heart as tears well up in his eyes.

"I know this is something neither of us was expecting," you continue, your tone dripping with a motherly reassurance. "But we can get through this. I know we can!" The intensity of your words causes his heart to race, his breath catching in his throat. He wants to believe you. He knows you well. You wouldn't lie to him intentionally. Right? But the doubts still linger, fueled by his painful memories of betrayal and lies. One of the many being his friends, who had once assured him, deserted him when he needed them the most. And there was his mother. He was once told she was alive and well, only to discover later that she had passed away after his birth. How can he be certain of your declaration?

All he wants is certainty. No more lies to manipulate him, to soothe him or to spare his feelings. He needs the undeniable truth to rescue him from sinking in this dark sea of illusions.

"Let's... Leave SOLDIER together. We can start a new life together somewhere. Anywhere but here!" You say. He senses your genuine resolve, but is it enough? Where would you two even go? His visage is plastered over every SOLDIER poster and Shinra propaganda out there. He would be recognized instantly.

"I suppose we can make leave after the Nibelheim mission," he mutters under his breath, already mentally preparing for the journey ahead. You two will probably face unsavory individuals in Nibelheim. And despite the low odds of your proposal, he will still go with you, no matter what. Because when others came and go, you stayed with him. So, he will follow you to the ends of the world, unwilling to let even the slightest chance of his last connection slip away. Your fingers instinctively entwine with his gloved hand as you shake your head.

"No longer do we belong to Shinra, my love," you whisper, your voice filling with hope. "We don't have to see that mission through. The sooner we leave, the better."

"There is nowhere we can go. Nowhere to belong..." he says. Uncertainty flickers across his face.

"I promise you, I'll find out. We'll find a place where we can be free, where our love, and our family, can flourish without fear! The price of freedom may be steep... but it's a cost we can endure!" You say. As the meaning behind your words sinks in, Sephiroth's calm facade shatters. He tightly embraces your delicate frame, pressing it against his towering, sinewy build. Tears cascade down his cheeks as he buries his face in your neck. How much longer must you TWO endure this anguish? Why must you suffer more just to free yourselves in this dark world?"

You coo softly into his ear, your smooth voice intertwining with the soothing touch of your fingers going through his silky sliver hair. The Nibelheim Mission is just days away, and you're unsure about your own plan, but you know that staying in your current situation is the worst thing to do for your unborn child, and for Sephiroth. You must act now. He lifts his head from the nape of your neck, now resting it on your shoulder. His gaze shifts towards the crackling fireplace behind you, where the once weak embers now blaze with a newfound strength.

"Lay down with me," you whisper softly. He obeys without a word, closing his weary eyes as you begin to undress him.

First, you remove his scratched shoulder pauldrons, freeing him from their burden. Next, you gently take off his trench coat, the raspy worn fabric resonating in your ears as you unzip it. You then carefully remove his leather gloves. You can't help but briefly massage his callused hands as you observe the fine muscles of them, and the marks of many battles on the skin.

Lastly, you carefully undo his chest straps, your fingertips gliding over the barely visible red marks etched onto the skin. The straps must have been tighter than he realized, no doubt a result of the stress he was under. His exhaustion becomes apparent to you as you look at him once more. It's etched into the dark bags underneath his eyes and his complexion, beginning to look patchy. After you finish preparing him for bed, you give him a pat on the head, another soothing touch that weakens the storm within him.

You then guide him towards your bed, sinking into the soft satin sheets as you both recline. His strong arms wrap around you again, as he unleashes his sobs.

Closing your eyes, you make a silent vow, promising to always be the refuge Sephiroth needs as you cradle his head. In these dark times, he will rely on you more than ever. But you're ready. You will become his guiding hope. Tomorrow shall mark the start of your newly intertwined destinies.

Prelude smut fic for those interested here.

The purpose of this mini fic series is for me to challenge myself by expanding on an existing plot line and maintaining consistency throughout. If I am satisfied with the results of this, I'll consider creating fic series for the Dissidia and HoS AUs!

I was quite picky when writing and polishing this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Thanks @sephys-paradise for this series title suggestion~!

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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HI i had such a cute idea— what about gaz with a s/o who wants to see the night sky without light pollution so they could see all the stars/galaxy clearly, so he takes them out to a dark sky site or a rural area (surprise or otherwise) and they stargaze!!! i hope this is specific enough, thanks🫶🫶

a/n ANON u have my heart! this was such a cute idea <3 I love little fluffy Gaz moments :)

a blanket of stars

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summary: Despite never being able to fully see the stars, you still romanticized the idea. In fact, it was something that endeared Kyle to you when you first met. You would always think your fascination was silly but Kyle makes a plan to let you see the beauty the universe has to offer.

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x gn!Reader

warnings: none :)

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Growing up in London didn’t offer you many opportunities to see the shining night's stars. The light pollution was to thank as you often struggled to even see the North Star. If there ever was a freak blackout, the clouded atmosphere was so thick that almost no stars could pierce through. Regardless, you loved the stars and even got a tattoo of Orion’s belt on your arm.

Gaz knew of this fact and loved your amateur interest in stargazing. Miraculously, you both had been able to take a vacation to Brecon Beacons National Park. It was almost as if the stars aligned for you both. The park offered a converted stable to stay in and you enjoyed the privacy and comfort of the home. You laid on Kyle’s chest in a hammock as you stared at the porch’s wooded ceiling. The warm summer air flowed gently around you as you swung slowly. Kyle stroked your hair softly and was humming an old song. You began to drift off into sleep when you felt him tap your shoulder. You perked up and looked at him questioningly. “Hey Love, let’s take a late night hike, yeah?” he said and you couldn’t help but be a little bewildered. “Kyle that’s how people get murdered!” you exclaimed and he laughed in response. “Babe you think anyone would want to murder us when I’m a STRONG BRITISH SERGEANT,” he stated and made sure to emphasize the last part to any would-be-murders. You rolled your eyes at his antics but decided he wasn't going to be satisfied. You slowly got off the hammock and went inside to grab your hiking gear as Kyle began to lace up his boots.

Kyle effortlessly navigated you through the tall grass and dense trees as you walked in the moonlight. He said his training was to thank for his superior navigation skills. You were glad that it had built him to be strong as he carried the backpack without any complaints. Eventually, you reached a large lake. "Crai Reservoir," he said breathlessly and took off the pack to pull out a blanket. You helped him find a suitable spot as you smoothed out the warm fabric. He sat on the blanket and allowed you to sit in between his legs. "Look up, Love," he whispered and your eyes rose to the night's sky. You gasped as you saw some of the most brilliant constellations twinkling against the blanket of night. You admired how the glittering dots perfectly contrasted with the violet, pink, and dark blue colors that slowly moved as the Earth rotated. You could feel Kyle's eyes on you as your gaze moved erratically, taking in everything you were seeing. "That's 'The Plough'" he said and your gaze followed where he was pointing. You noticed the seven stars that formed Ursa Major in the night's sky. You traced it with your finger as Kyle continued to name off various other constellations. "When did you have time to learn all of this, Love?" you asked as you stared up at him. You could see his dark eyes shimmer with the sparkle of the stars. "You'd be surprised how many books you can read while deployed," he said and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. The rest of the night, you both named the various stars and planets that laid overhead. This was one of your favorite moments and Kyle would never forget how you were the brightest star that night.

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doggone-devil · 2 months

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By the Cover: Chapter 1

Behold! A secondary novel for me to write while I work on my other one XD No, but this idea has a chokehold on me so of course I had to write it. Pairing: Alastor x afab!Reader Warnings: none for this chapter~ Word Count: 2,517

"I waited for you my entire life and you were worth every minute." - Mark Anthony

Two lovers, hand in hand, facing the odds of the world around them. A poetic tale of how love triumphs over everything, not even the Universe itself able to keep them together. A romance little girls dream of as they watch their idols on screen, fantasizing about the day they'll be swept off their feet into a happily ever after. Such a beautiful hope, a goal they could one day accomplish, unlike you.

Wrapped in a well-worn blanket, you sit on your couch with your nose buried in the latest episode of your favorite show. The second you received the notification of its release, your were scrambling to go to the streaming site, the show queued in your favorites, ready to play. Giddy with excitement, you began to watch, engrossed in the plot as it furthered, the various characters building the hype of the upcoming climax. As much as you loved seeing them, your eyes waited patiently to recognize one character in particular.

There.

An audible gasp escapes you before a high pitch shriek, your toes wiggling to try and exert some of the built up energy you felt just from seeing them appear. Red hair dipped in black, fluffy ears, and captivating red eyes. You swoon when they speak, voice filtered to sound like those old 1920s radio broadcast. Some fans find the voice annoying but you swore it was an angel speaking, your body shivering in response to their words. They were the love of your life, your hyperfixation, your absolute obsession.

Alastor was the their name, a very powerful Overlord and one of the main characters of your favorite animated show, Hazbin Hotel. It had appeared and swept many into it's fandom, becoming favored next to the other show released by the same creator, Helluva Boss. Granted, you still loved that show and watched it when the episodes came out, but this one - you squeal - this one had you in an iron grip and all because of the radio demon so graciously displayed on screen.

Granted, you realized your quick fascination with the character was a bit problematic. Firstly, he was manipulative, scheming, and in it for only for him. He didn't care, really, about the other characters, even having a near breakdown when almost dying for them. You were certain if he existed in real life, he wouldn't be as lovely as you dreamt him to be, but that didn't stop your heart from skipping when you saw him. It also didn't stop you from spending your hard earn money on countless fan merch, his face decorating every pillow, blanket, and object you owned. Even the phone in your hand had his face on it, smiling at you with hooded lids. Yes, you had a problem but you weren't stopping any time soon.

"Another perfect episode," you sigh, letting your hands drop to your lap as you lean back into your couch. The credits roll and you happily stare up at your ceiling, thoughts already plagued by him. He was so cool this time, not that he wasn't all the time, but this time he had been so sassy. You were already thinking of ways to write about it, ready to tell others in the fandom how baby girl coded he was. You giggle, tossing your blanket off your legs. You stretch with a groan, looking back at your phone to note the time. Your stomach grumbles.

You hum as you walk to your kitchen, looking in the fridge for something to eat. You weigh your options of a ketchup sandwich or mayo sandwich. Tough decisions, both sounding very appeasing, but you opt for the third option. You grab your keys and hoodie, tugging it over your head as you slip on your flip flops. You may only have sixteen dollars left after purchasing that one Alastor keychain, but it was totally worth it. Besides, you only needed eight of it to buy an everything bagel and coffee.

Basking in the sunlight for a second once you step outside, you head down the sidewalk from your duplex home, steering clear of other pedestrians as they mosey about. It's clear out, the cold air leftover from winter barely noticeable with no wind, the sun warm as it hangs high in the sky. A very nice day to enjoy as you walk, wondering what it'd be like to take Alastor to a small café. You tilt your head down to keep others from seeing your goofy smile, unable to hide the joy you feel of imagining Alastor critique the food.

He would probably comment on the way it's processed, stating how homecooked meals were the way to go. Oh, how you'd give anything to taste a meal cooked by Alastor. From what you knew of his backstory, he loved to cook and enjoyed a good jambalaya. You weren't raised southern, nowhere close as you recall your hometown in Michigan. You grew up with cabbages and kolackies, a drastic difference from shrimp and gumbo. Granted, you have tasted the Cajun dishes, curious to know what they tasted like when you discovered Alastor's birthplace, but you wanted them cooked by a real southern man. No, you wanted them cooked by Alastor, otherwise they just couldn't be as good. Shame.

You're greeted by a barista as you walk into your favorite café, breathing in the air deeply, enjoying the favorable scents that assault you. It's just a small business a block away from your house, easy and fast to get to. It had the best bagels you've ever tasted and the coffee wasn't half bad, either. You step in line, eagerly waiting behind three other customers while you roam the menu above. You already know what you'll order but it doesn't hurt to see what's new, checking their daily specials. Today seems to be an in house blueberry muffin, complimented with a drink of the customer's choice. It's appealing, but you're not that big a fan of blueberries. Or muffins.

"Excuse me." You hear the voice before feeling the shove, a person squeezing in the line to get through. You step back to avoid them, yet your foot gets caught on the other. You begin to fall backwards until a firm body stops you. You turn to apologize as you regain your footing, but your words get caught in your throat. You see a man standing behind you, his hands fixing his bowtie, but that's not what makes you speechless. He's tall, very tall, with bright red hair and tan skin. As he looks down at you, your breath hitches. His eyes are almost as red as his hair and you wonder if they're contacts. They have to be, you think to yourself, no one's eyes are red. It's not a natural color but they look natural. You must be staring too long cause he clears his throat.

"Sorry!" you blurt out, quickly turning to face forward, realizing a gap between you and the customer ahead of you. You scamper to move up, nearly tripping over your feet, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. You try not to think about the man behind you or his stupidly good looks. Seriously, how chiseled does one jaw have to be? You could cut marble with it. You focus on anything but him, staring at your feet until the barista is asking for your order.

Bagel and coffee secured, you walk to your usual spot in the corner of the café, a window table with two seats. It's comfortable and spaced far enough away from the other tables to let you enjoy your food in peace. You shrug out of your hoodie as you sit, hanging it on the back of the chair. You take a bite of your bagel, moaning softly at the seasonings popping off on your tongue. It's simple and yet, to you, so delicious. Pulling out your phone, you go to scroll through some apps, but your attention is caught by a red coat passing by. You glance up and nearly choke on the bite you swallow. The man from before settles at a table close to yours, only a coffee in hand when he sets it down. He also pulls out his phone, paying no mind to anything around him. Unlike you, your eyes glued to him. You swear he seems familiar despite never seeing him before.

He's wearing nearly all red, minus his black pants. His coat is a deep red, matching his hair. The undershirt is white, however, and you notice black gloves on his hands. Huh, you chuckle to yourself. He almost looks like Alastor, the clothes very similar and even his build - You blink.

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god, you think, eyes wider than the plate your bagel sits on. You quickly look away, your hand slapped over your mouth at the realization. You just compared a real person to a fictional character.

You take another glance, trying to study him more. He's tall like Alastor, slender for sure, but you can't really tell with the coat on. He's style is like that out of the 1920s, just like Alastor. A tailcoat, collared undershirt, bowtie, and even dress pants completed with dress shoes. Just slap a monocle on him and he could be Alastor what with the slanted, bob haircut had had. God, if you had your cosplay Alastor ears and antlers, you'd ask him to wear them and call you darling.

No, wait, what's wrong with you? Ugh, you're so creepy and you need to stop staring so much and - oh my god, now he's staring back. Idiot!

You take interest in your bagel again, taking a rather large bite as you struggle to chew. You begin to cough as the pieces roughly slide down your throat, eyes watering as you reach for your coffee. You're gulping it down to help the food along, gasping for air. You hear a snorted chuckle and look up, seeing the man cover his mouth with the back of his hand, avoiding your look. You can see the smile and blush, realizing he watched all of that. Could this get any worse?

You sigh, wanting to bang your head on the table. Instead, you reach for your phone, knowing tumblr will distract you. Only, the Universe decided today was the day to pick on you and as you reach for said phone, your arm bumps your coffee. It spills. All over your table. All over you. You want to cry.

"Here." You see the man walk over to you, extending his hand to offer a handkerchief. You take it, sniffling with a pout.

"Thank you," you mumble, wiping at your now ruined top. It was white ten seconds ago, now stained brown. As you wipe, the liquid spreads. You sigh in defeat, knowing you'll have to throw it away when you get home. Thank god you have your hoodie.

"Here, let me," the man says, taking the handkerchief gently from your hands. You let him, too embarrassed and sad about your shirt. He smiles as he dabs at your shirt. "Wiping only helps the coffee to set. You have to dab for the best results." You watch him, slightly annoyed at the way he fusses over it like a dad would, but you're not angry. In fact, you feel kind of in awe as he moves, your eyes glued to his face. His nose is pointed and sharp, eyes angled like a cat. His lashes are long, complimenting those strange red eyes. You try to see if they are, in fact, contacts, but as you lean to get a closer look, they snap up to meet you. You jump back, knocking into the table. Your coffee cup sways but before it can spill again, he reaches out to steady it. You sigh in relief.

"Sorry," you apologize.

"You have a clumsy habit, don't you?" he hums, chuckling when you pout again.

"Not usually," you state, turning to grab your hoodie when he steps back. You can't help but feel so small when he straightens up to full height again.

"Really? I couldn't tell." It's a banter, but you're failing to think of how to respond. You're not use to actively conversing with people in the real world, most of your conversations being with friends online or AI chatbots. Ok, maybe you didn't need to think about the last one, but the fact still stands that you don't know how to talk to people. Especially people as attractive as he is.

"Well," you grab your bagel and what's left of your coffee, "as fun as was to bother you and embarrass myself, I have to go." You need to escape, more like it. Your social battery is already beeping in alarm, drained from the back to back events that was your attempted outing for lunch. You throw your trash away as you leave, not taking the chance to look back at the man.

As you walk back home, you can't help but think of how the scenario could've played out different. If you were a normal person, you could've held a conversation with the man, maybe even inviting him for coffee tomorrow. You could flirt and date until, one day, he would ask your hand in marriage. Then you would have kids, grow old together, and live a life well filled. At least, that's the person your mother wanted to be. A normal woman with a normal love life, finding a man to support you and give her grandkids. Sadly, that was never going to happen, you think as you step into your house. If the seven foot cardboard cutout of Alastor greeting you at your front door wasn't enough to deter potential mates away, then surely the numerous framed Alastor posters scattered across your walls would.

Maybe you should cancel that order for the Alastor cursed cat plushie…

Nah.

You toss your keys down and kick off flip fops, pulling your hoodie off to grimace at the disaster that is your white-turned-brown tee. Yeah, there's no getting this stain out and you weren't about to buy some fifteen dollar produce that claims to erase the stain. You shrug it off, opening your kitchen bin and tossing it away. It doesn't bother you too much, thankful it's not one of your Alastor shirts. Speaking of, you walk to your bedroom, going straight to your dresser. You rummage through your shirts before picking one and putting it on. This was one is black, Alastor's face printed on the front with the words 'Smile Like You Mean It' placed around him. It's one of your favorites.

Shuffling back to your living room, you decide to ease your stress with the one thing you know will put a smile on your face. Sitting on your couch, tucking your legs as you bring your blanket back over your body, you quickly open your phone to its browser. Archive of Our Own loads up and you quickly begin filtering through the latest additions to Alastor fanfictions.

Masterlist ... Ao3

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gracie7209 · 10 months

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Amaryllis - Chapter 3: It’s a…… !

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

WC: 3.4k

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, anxiety mentions, baby talk - but talking about an actual baby, feelings…. Apparently this is a slow burn. Time jump, but not much.

Summary: Adding lunch at the diner to your weekly routine has been doing wonders for your mental health. The fact that Frankie has been accompanying you has absolutely nothing to do with it.

A/N: This is the last fluffy-ish chapter before we start hitting a few heavier topics.. Each Chapter will have their own warnings though. As always I greatly appreciate any and all feedback, replies, reblogs etc Thank you for reading!

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You were right.

There was an ever growing list of the many many things that were wrong about the situation, but having lunch with Frankie, which had turned out to be a weekly occurrence, wasn’t one of them.

It was good even. Having someone to talk to, who actually wanted to talk to you, not someone who was paid to do so or obligated to… Someone who was genuinely interested in what you had to say? It was freeing. You felt lighter than you had in years….

You felt like you had actually made some progress in therapy even, the “paid to” listener giving you ideas on how to manage stress and intrusive thoughts.

Even at home, things were…. better?

Tom was nagging at you less and less, as he seemed to be more preoccupied with Santi here lately and you were more than grateful to stay out of his way.

Your pregnancy was right on track as well. You’d actually gotten a copy of the ultrasound at your OBGYN appointment last week and had it with you today to show Frankie. He was unusually supportive and seemed excited even at the prospect of there being a baby within the group. None of the other guys had children, which was normal considering their background in Delta force and just the general nature of what they did. Hell, Tom was the only one married and that was in spite of that fact. Still, no one knew the real reasons behind your marriage to Tom. The guys never questioned him directly, although there had been conversation amongst themselves. It normally ended with a shrug and not much else.

Today though, you sidestepped the little pinprick of guilt you felt, a fairly common occurrence lately, at wanting to share the ultrasound with Frankie. Ignoring the almost constant thought of He’s not your husband, you instead make your way to the diner as soon as your appointment is over.

Generally, Frankie would grab the booth at the very back, the same one from that first meeting when he helped you change your tire. That very next week he’d asked where you wanted to sit and he’d made sure to have that spot saved from then on.

Today he was in the same spot, nose deep in a menu, while he sipped his coffee. You noticed there was already another cup sitting untouched, with 2 sugar packets and a bowl full of mini creamers next to it. You smiled as you walked over. Frankie hadn’t heard you come in, so you decided to move as quietly as possible and see if you could get into the booth undetected.

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You thought you were being sneaky and Frankie found it adorable. He noticed everything, but was very good at hiding it. His years of training as a soldier, to be aware of all things and prepared to react, bled into real life in a way that disturbed him. He didn’t like that he noticed everything. For once he would like to be genuinely surprised without feeling his adrenaline spike. But it was hardwired into his brain like a dog who’s natural reaction to most things was to bark…. It was no easy thing to undo. So, he tried to utilize it rather than fight it.

With you though, it was dangerous. He was finding himself completely enthralled by you. Noticing things he shouldn’t.

Today he noticed your general aura was much brighter than normal. You always seemed fine after your appointments with Dr. Pomater, but today you were glowing and not just from the pregnancy…. Although he noticed that too.

Without looking up from his menu, he decides to end the charade as you get closer.. “I went ahead and got you a coffee..” he says cheerily, smiling to himself knowing that you thought he hadn’t seen you.

“Oh!” You sounded taken aback, but started laughing lightly.. “Can’t get past you can I?”

At this, Frankie looks above his menu, meeting your eyes and smiling. “Nope!” His lips purposely popping the p at the end. “Don’t feel bad, I tend to be very aware of my surroundings. It’s a force of habit unfortunately,” he knows he looks like a fool, but he can’t help the smile in his voice.

He wouldn’t know how to say exactly what it is he’s been feeling around you. The truth behind whatever words he could conjure up would probably scare you off and he enjoys your company too much to risk it. Not to mention that you are Tom’s wife, his pregnant wife… But, more often than not, he finds himself thinking about you, even when he knows he shouldn’t.

Shaking the thought away, he decides to ask “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Not accusing, but light and he chuckles as you sit down opposite him at the table.

“Here,” you pull the almost receipt-like roll of images out of your bag. Neatly folded so he can’t tell what it is yet, you hand it to him.

You’re staring at him with a look he can’t decipher…. So he shifts his focus back down and slowly starts to unfold the bundle in his hands.

“What is…. Is this the baby??” You nod your head up and down with a shy smile. He can’t quite tell why, but you seem almost guarded? He’s not sure if that’s the right word or not, but he decides to look back down at the little alien-like blob showcased in each of the pictures. Frankie scans over your name at the top of each one, and every time, a fuzzy warmth burrows itself underneath his ribcage. Shaking his head yet again, he tries to focus on what exactly he’s looking at. He really doesn’t know what is what, but as he goes over each one, there are little arrows here and there labeled with varying body parts… arm, leg, foot and other little notes. One says Hi Mom and Dad, and Frankie gives a slight chuckle… The thought of Tom being a Father was just extremely difficult for him to imagine. He gets to the last one and he’s not sure why exactly, but he stutters as he reads aloud the words in the picture.

“It’s a… It’s a boy….”

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Frankie looks up at you, an almost stunned expression on his face. You’re not sure why that would be jarring for him… it could only be one or the other, but he still hasn’t said anything and he’s still looking at you.

“What’s that look for?” When he doesn’t answer you try again… “Frankie? Are you ok?” He’s just, frozen. Not blinking. Not speaking or making any other movements…. “Frankie, hello??”

The haze in his eyes seems to clear all of a sudden and he blinks a few times before looking back down, “sorry…. I don’t, uh… not sure what happened there.”

“Did I say something?” You’re not sure what just happened, but it was really odd. He’s never been speechless before.

“No, no… I guess um, I don’t know. Guess I wasn’t prepared for,” he motions to the roll of ultrasound photos, “that….”

“Weren’t prepared for what?” You were genuinely confused as to what would cause him to act so strangely about the pictures. You worry that maybe he wasn’t actually as interested in the baby as he had originally let on or maybe you just took his kindness on the matter for interest. You suddenly felt a tight coil of embarrassment twist in your stomach.. “There was only a fifty-fifty chance for either a boy or a girl…. I, I didn’t think that would be strange..” You try not to sound defensive, but you’re not sure how to take his sudden shift in mood.

“No, no, not strange. I don’t know. I guess that it just felt like a big moment and you shared it with me. Did you guys do a reveal or something already? I figured I would’ve heard something about it…”

“No, you know Tom. So far, his only involvement with this baby was in making him.”

Fuck.

You realized the moment you said it that it was the wrong thing to say. You know that it shouldn’t matter, but for reasons beyond your control, you find yourself wanting to clarify your relationship with Tom. To express without saying out loud how you and Tom aren’t married in a traditional sense. That you don’t love him. That you never have. Instead you try to brush it off…

“What I mean to say is that he just isn’t into all of this baby stuff. He just assures me that he’s only worried about whether they are healthy.”

Frankie nods, looking back down at the ultrasound.

“Does Tom know it’s a boy?” Still looking down at the photo in his hands.

You’re quiet. No.

You hadn’t told Tom yet. Because you knew he didn’t care. You wanted to share it with someone who would be excited for you… You originally had planned to show your Mom this afternoon… she was already gushing over having a grandchild to spoil and would scold you about eating enough and limiting your intake of caffeine amongst other things. You knew that she would be happy for you regardless. But for some reason, you kept wondering about Frankie’s reaction. You wanted to see his face when you told him, but you didn’t yet understand why.

You had gotten pretty good at ignoring your inner self when it came to being around him. He was a friend and you were excited to share this news with your friend.

Or so you would tell yourself.

Finally you respond, “No. Tom doesn’t know yet. It doesn’t matter to him, Frankie. Tom could care less about what comes out of me as long as he doesn’t have to deal with it more than the minimum requirement. I thought —you would be excited is all. Another boy to join the group.”

You look down feeling foolish. You think you ruined this— whatever this thing was with Frankie was as good as done. You went too far this time and you regretted it instantly.

Frankie’s expression is hard to read, but you can tell he’s thinking. Like he’s trying as diligently as you are to be delicate here. Frankie gives a sigh…

“A boy huh?” You give a slight nod.

“That’s actually really fucking cool…”

Now it’s your turn to look up. What?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get quiet there. I’m honored that you decided to tell me, and I’m excited for you. Did you have any names already picked out for if it was a boy?”

“No. Not yet anyway. I’m uh, sure we will talk about it sometime soon though.” Your response is laced in confusion because he’s completely changed his tune. You’re not sure what to think, but you don’t question it for now.

You could tell Frankie was trying to ignore whatever it was that had startled him to begin with. It’s the same reason why you inwardly scolded yourself when you alluded to how you became pregnant…. You think you know, but you can’t even begin to fathom bringing it up. And how could you when you knew it was wrong? It didn’t feel wrong necessarily, but it wasn’t something that could ever happen.

The waitress chooses that moment to come take your order and you’re grateful for the interruption. The tension was getting to be too thick and you weren’t sure how to breach it.

You manage to keep the conversation pretty light, steering clear of the awkwardness from before. Frankie doesn’t bring it up again other than handing you back the ultrasound photos and patting your hand. You try not to focus on how warm his hand is and move on to talking about something else entirely.

Frankie gets the check, much to your dismay, but he hasn’t let you pay since the first (and only) time you bought him a coffee. Not letting you pay him back that next week even. You walk up together as he pays the bill and you both make your way outside.

Normally after lunch, you would head to your mother’s to either take her to a Doctor’s appointment or grocery shopping or out to pay bills etc But today she had let you know that her appointment had been rescheduled to the next week as the Doctor was out unexpectedly. You had just taken her grocery shopping last week and bills were lined up for the week after. She had told you to take the day off and just enjoy yourself… so you did. You just didn’t let anyone else know of your change in plans. Or lack thereof. You still had your appointment that morning and lunch with Frankie was always beneficial for your mental health so you figured that you would just cut the day short whenever you were ready to head back home.

You definitely weren’t ready to head home yet so after you told Frankie you would see him next week, you took your walk back to your car at a very slow leisurely pace. You were thinking that you could even take a walk through the park that you had always admired through the diner window. It was nice outside and you had plenty of time. Frankie apparently noticed.

“You ok over there??” He’s smiling, but looks clearly confused as you are normally quick to rush off after lunch.

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry, yes I’m fine….” You chuckle lightly, “I guess I was just daydreaming a bit.”

“Daydreaming about what?”

“I was just thinking about taking a walk through the park over there…” You point toward the little grove of trees at the park entrance. “I look at it every week, but I’ve never been. I don’t have anywhere else I need to be today so I guess I’m not sure what to do with myself.”

An even more confused look crosses his face when he asks, “Aren’t Wednesdays when you drive your Mom around to run errands?”

“Her appointment was rescheduled. Today is my “day off””You put up air quotes with your fingers.

“Oh, well in that case, would you…” He hesitates…

“Um, well.. shit..” Frankie reaches up and rubs the back of his neck….

“What?” You ask with a laugh…

“Would you like some company? On your walk, I mean? If you’re not tired of me yet anyway.”

“Sure,” you can’t help the smile that graces your lips as you don’t even hesitate before answering. “I think I’d like that very much.” You know this is a bad idea, but you are more than happy to accept. You’re more bothered with the fact that it doesn’t bother you when you feel as though it should.

“Alright, well let’s go….” He offers you his arm like a gentleman and leads the way to the concrete path that begins at the mouth of the grove of trees. It’s always been so pretty, you’re anxious to see the rest.

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You’ve been walking silently for a little while now, a comfortable quiet just being in each others’ presence. You’re not sure when, but you can almost feel it before he says anything…

“Can I ask you something? About you and Tom?

“Um, sure I guess. What would you like to know?”

“Since I first helped you with the car, I’ve wondered….. I know I got a little personal that day and I apologize for that. And let me know if I need to shut the hell up at any time, ok??”

“Alright,” you chuckle. “It’s ok. Just ask me and I’ll let you know if it gets too personal.”

“Ok, —I just… wanted to try and understand a little bit. About what you two actually are to each other?”

He looks over at you, hoping he didn’t cross a line, but it’s been nagging at him because the whole situation seems off.

“Well, that’s… a uh, good question.” You decide that it’s now or never. You feel OK. Your anxiety has been so much better lately that it's currently not making you want to crawl out of your skin at the question, so you just go for it.

“So here’s the thing, on paper we’re husband and wife. I just thought that that would feel differently than it does.”

“What do you mean?”

“I really shouldn’t be talking about this, but….”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just don’t understand.”

“It’s not, well, we didn’t…Gosh.. Ok, it's not a traditional marriage. More a matter of convenience.”

“Convenience? Convenient for who??”

You smirk. Tom. It’s always about what Tom wants. Frankie doesn’t need to know about how Tom came into your life, but he deserved to know that you never felt much for him. You’re not sure why, but you feel like you need to reassure him that this was never about love… even though he may think less of you for it. You wanted to be honest and hopefully he would understand.

“Well, we met shortly after I moved here. He was home from deployment and tried to sweep me off of my feet.”

“Did he?”

Your eyebrows raise… you didn’t expect that…

“Um… maybe not in the way you’d think. He more or less made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I was responsible for my mother, and didn't have a lot of money…. He, um… promised me that he would take care of everything.”

You are trying to gauge his reaction…. You hoped he didn’t think you were just some floozy, only after someone for their money. You didn’t pursue him, it was the exact opposite. Looking back, you had honestly just taken yourself out of the equation entirely and calculated the best option for your mother at the time. Not that you had much of a choice.

“Why though? What did he want?”

You swallow… you were hoping he would just take the information and put two and two together… He didn’t.

“He wanted someone to come home to.”

“Oh.”

The two of you had slowed down your walk some time ago as the topic of conversation became more tense, but have since stopped completely. Instead of being side by side, you were facing each other. Frankie had put his arm down to let you free, but you didn’t go very far, still clinging slightly to the arm of his jacket.

“I hope you don’t think less of me Frankie. I’m not proud of it and I wish things could be different. At the time I was young, and was only worried about taking care of her. I’ve told you that she’s not exactly here legally.”

“I could never think less of you…. You were in a tough spot and someone offered you an out. No one could blame you for that….” The relief at his words is evident on your face however, he carries on.

“But, what does that mean for you? Are you at least happy?”

Happy? You weren’t even sure what that meant.

“I’m ok.”

Without missing a beat Frankie retorts back, “That’s not what I asked.”

“I guess I don’t know how to answer your question. If Tom knew we were talking, let alone talking about this, he would be furious.”

“Ok… so you’re in this situation right now. Are you able to get out of it? If you decided it wasn’t what you wanted anymore?”

You weren’t ready to tell Frankie why that was never going to be an option for you.

“It’s not that simple. It’s… complicated.”

Yeah that’s good. Answer the question with a very vague non-answer…… You can see him rolling the thought around, so you decide to try and just end the conversation altogether.

“Can we maybe just talk about something else? And please don’t tell Tom we talked about this….. please.”

The way you almost seem panicked has him agreeing instantly. “It’s ok…I won’t, uh, I won’t say anything.” You can tell he’s not satisfied with that answer, but you’re grateful he’s not pushing you.

You finish your walk through the park fairly quickly and neither of you have said much since you asked to change the subject. It felt awkward and you didn’t like how the normally easy peace you felt with Frankie suddenly seemed forced. You were again worrying that maybe you had ruined this. He had asked the question, are you at least happy, and you honestly didn’t know what answer he expected you to give.

“I um, I’m sorry. About earlier. I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

“It’s ok Frankie.”

A moment passes before Frankie suddenly stops you both. You think you see resignation on his face before he asks a question that you had been asking yourself for weeks.

“What are we doing??” You were still holding onto his jacket..

What were you doing? You weren’t ready to put a name on whatever it was you had with him. All you knew was that it felt good. It felt good to be talked to like an adult and you wanted to be selfish and cling to it for just a little bit longer.

“I don’t know.”

“Hm..” He gives you a slight nod, but doesn’t say anything else and neither do you. You walk in silence, albeit still peaceful, back to your car and his truck. He says he’ll see you next week and waves goodbye as he pulls out of the parking lot. Leaving you to your thoughts and the pang of knowing it was going to be another seven days before you would get the chance to breathe again.

Uh oh. You were definitely in trouble.

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headkiss · 2 years

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tutor

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: request for reassuring steve when he feels like an idiot. you’re steve’s tutor and he’s your favorite person, so what if you were in love?

word count: 1.7k

warnings: little angsty, fluffy after that

a/n: thank you for the request!! i loved writing it because steve deserves to be told how great he is!!! hope u enjoy <3

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You had been tutoring Steve since the beginning of senior year. The both of you were getting closer and closer to graduation and you had decided to become a tutor because you needed the money for school. Steve hired you as his tutor because failing was not an option this year.

He wanted to graduate and he knew you could help him with that. The two of you had been in many classes together throughout high school, but you never really spoke until now. He noticed you in the halls, always appreciating your cute skirts and pretty smile. Now, though, he was able to appreciate you for so much more.

You had become more than just a tutor to him. You became one of his best friends, someone he could talk to. You were there for him when he and Nancy broke up, never asking too many questions and always knowing what to say. His feelings for you grew over the months, starting as a small sprout and growing with the time you spent together.

He loved you, really.

You would never admit it to him, but Steve was your favorite person to tutor. He was eager to learn, even if it didn’t come easily to him. The conversation was more than just awkward small talk between questions, it was genuine and it was friendship. You suppose part of it could also be because you had a huge crush on him.

Huge as in you thought he was the sun and you were Icarus. Flying as close as possible. Yes, you were in love with him now, but that was another thing you’d never admit.

Steve was someone you didn’t expect to become so close with, but over the sessions and late nights, you grew fond of him. He was the best kind of friend, protective and sweet and ready to drop anything for someone if they needed him. You ran in seperate circles in school, but this year he changed. His whole ‘King Steve’ persona died and he became this incredible person.

Today, you were working on an essay together. Though you weren’t in the same english class, you both had an essay to write and you figured it was a good chance to help him as well as bounce ideas off each other. He may not know it, but he helped you just as much as you helped him.

He was encouraging and kind and always willing to listen to you ramble on about whatever was stressing you out at the time.

You decided to meet at his house like usual, considering it was almost always empty and he enjoyed your company, enjoyed having someone as warm as you to fill up the emptiness of his home.

You pulled into his driveway right on time, like always, and made your way to his door. Before you could even raise your fist to knock, he was greeting you.

“Hey sweetheart! Ready to get our essay on?”

“Hi, Steve.”

He looked cute this way, freshly showered and hair damp, wearing sweats you dreamed of stealing from him. It was domestic, in a way. How he’d let go around you, not even bothering to style his hair, and this is none other than ‘The Hair’ that stood before you.

“Here, come in, let’s sit.”

He took your bag off your shoulder, carrying it over to the table for you. He noted your outfit and the way your skirt swayed over your legs, the cozy look of you in a cardigan and the glasses that he loved so much. You never wore them at school, and he feels special that you feel comfortable enough to wear them around him. He thinks they make you look even prettier, if that’s even possible.

The two of you took your seats across from each other at the table, grabbing your pencils and papers and trying your best to focus. It was hard with all the small glances and brushes of feet against ankles, but you made it work.

You got lost in your work, getting in your groove of writing and time was flying by for you. For Steve, on the other hand, he could barely write a word. Everything was frustrating him and he couldn’t concentrate on his essay when he felt like it wasn’t even worth the hard work anyways.

He’d been told over and over that he’s an ‘idiot’ or that he’ll never make it to college. His dad often reminded him that his only option would be to work at his business, which was Steve’s worst nightmare. He didn’t understand how schoolwork came so easily to other people, and he didn’t understand why it took him so much longer to get things done.

“Everything going okay, Steve? Let me know if you need help.”

“Yeah. It’s good.”

He doesn’t know why he lied to you then, but he could see how much you had done and he didn’t want you to see the tiny amount of what he’d written. He wanted to impress you and prove everyone else wrong and it was all getting to him.

You were so perfect, so smart and he loved you but he felt like he would drag you down. He wasn’t good enough for you, how could he be when you were you. He’d never gotten this way before, never felt the pressure in his chest get so heavy or the thoughts in his head so loud. Not even when he was fighting a damn demogorgan, but that was probably the adrenaline.

He dropped his pencil on the table, groaning and pushing his hands into his hair and pulling to try and get it together.

You looked up when you heard him groan, concerned and ready to help him. You didn’t expect to see him looking up at the ceiling, blinking hard to force away the water in his eyes. He was breathing hard and you got up and moved to his side of the table right away.

“Hey, Steve, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Oh, you know, I’m just an absolute idiot and I can’t even write an essay.”

“You’re not an idiot.”

He let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head and tilting it back down to look at you. He wanted to cry at the sight of your worried face, your hands fidgeting with your clothes like you were trying your hardest not to reach out and touch him instead. Something he never wanted to do was to distract you or let you see him this way.

“No. Look at me. You are not an idiot.”

You said it so surely, it was written all over your face that you believed that, but he still wasn’t having it. His brain was too loud and he hated it. He hated this.

“It’s okay. I am. I take forever to learn things and even with your help I’m still stupid. Never gonna get out of Hawkins because I’m an idiot and I-”

You cut him off before he could go any further. Hearing him talk about himself that way was hurting you more than you care to admit. He was brilliant. Why didn’t he see that?

“You’re not stupid, Steve. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to learn something, the important part is that you learn it. You keep trying and I think you’re incredible.”

“Really?”

“Really. You’re so nice and funny and I really like spending time with you whether we’re doing homework or not. You’re my favorite person to tutor, don’t let that get to your head. I hate that you don’t see yourself the way I see you because I love you and I’d give you an A plus in every class.”

You took in a big breath, not even realizing that you’d admitted not one, but two of the things you swore you’d never say to Steve.

He was shocked, staring wide-eyed at you from his seat. Nobody had ever quieted his negative thoughts that way, and nobody had ever given him a love confession like that. You loved him. That got rid of the negativity in his mind so fast.

“Can you say that again?”

“Which part?”

“The part where you love me.”

You said that? Oh, shit, you really did. You didn’t have much time to freak out over his reaction because he was reaching his hands out to you, pulling you to stand in between his legs by the back of your thighs. His hands ran over your skin, back and forth, and he looked at you with so much fondness you felt like you could melt.

“Well, I.. um. Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for everything you just said. You’re the best tutor ever. Sorry for freaking out on you like that.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, Steve. Never. If you feel overwhelmed or frustrated you can tell me. I’m here for you and I want to help. I want to.”

He didn’t know what to say, how to properly tell you how much your words meant to him, so he pulled you down by the back of your neck and kissed you. He poured everything he couldn’t figure out how to say into it, all of his appreciation and gratitude.

You bent down to meet his mouth, hands on his shoulders for balance. It was a dream, kissing him. He was sweet but assured in everything he did and you could feel it. The soft glow of the kitchen light surrounded you, bathing your figures in warmth. It reflected how you both felt inside.

After a bit, you pulled away from him, moving your hands from his shoulders to his cheeks so you could keep him looking at you. He was all dopey eyes and a boyish grin, his mood raised so highly he had forgotten about his essay completely.

Until you reminded him, talking softly, “so, let’s write your essay, okay?”

“Let’s make a deal.”

“Mmm, what is it?”

“We can work on my essay if you let me take you on a date. On many dates, really.”

“Yeah, I think I can make that work, Steve.”

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sundeathh · 2 years

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Hello honey, I hope you are still taking requests. Maybe angst with a fluffy ending 👀👀👀 Like old regrets and heartaches are replaced by hope when Aizawa and the reader meet again

Hey sweetie! For now I'm still accepting requests, but my inbox is starting to queue up, so I may close soon.

I'll probably take a little longer to write the ones in the queue since I need to focus on some things in my life right now. But since I've been having fun while writing, I'll probably come back as soon as possible!!!

Now, about the request itself, I left a few things unspoken so you could fill in the blanks however you would like, but I still set out a little bit of the plot. I hope you enjoy! ♡

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Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | word count: 2,7K

Categories: romance; drama; slight angst

CW: None I guess, though I almost cried while writing lol

At five in the afternoon, Aizawa is standing outside the dorm building, although he has no idea why he's doing this in the first place.

But in fact, his reason was simple.

He was hoping to make amends with the person who broke his heart so many years ago – he knew it would be a difficult task, considering all that you had gone through before, and the fact that you were still adapting to your new job.

However, despite all the obstacles, he decided it would happen today anyway.

As he stands outside your doorway, Aizawa thinks back to when you were just kids; about how you would tease him until he would be a flushed mess and poke him out of his shell because you couldn't stand seeing him alone while the other kids played with each other.

You became friends with him fast. You were talkative, easygoing, blissful, and so much more. You were everything good that he craved. And that was why you got along so well: he was the calmness you needed for dealing with your hyperactive mind while you were the strength he faulted, pushing him further to wherever he needed.

You did everything together, from playing hero and villain together through childhood, till studying together as teenagers. You went from two dumb kids that played with each other to two somewhat less dumb teenagers who got along too well. You would do anything for each other.

You also went to the hero course together at the prestigious hero school in Japan.

You could even get married someday if he had asked you to.

Shōta sighed, smiling, though he felt sad as he stared absently at the wooden pattern on your door. He remembered how you used to cry so easily whenever you didn't get what you wanted from him as a kid; but wouldn't tell anyone, acting stubbornly around him as if the pain wasn't visible on your face.

On the other hand, he was always so dense. It took you a long time to finally break through his walls, slowly peeling them down until he started opening up to you. In the process, you made him realize how much he valued you.

It took time, of course, but you eventually succeeded. And Shōta cherished you dearly. He loved you in a way he didn't even know he was capable of loving.

Shota shook his head, trying to clear his mind before knocking on your door. No matter how hard he tried to fight and forget his struggles against it – he always felt the truth would come up sooner or later.

And it came way later than he would like, sadly. But it didn't matter, he needed to know why you left.

He needed to know why you had left him as if he was nothing to you. Or why you ended things between you both before he could even say the words out loud.

It hurts to know you weren't together anymore. Knowing you could hate each other for what happened while you were still in high school.

He thought you wouldn't be willing to forgive him for what he did to you. And anyway, here he was: back to your feet, even though you also hurt him as much as he had hurt you. Even though he thought he knew better, or that he had gotten over you.

You were his first everything. And as much as he forced himself to deny it, you were also his last. He couldn't be with anyone else after you. And he didn't know why.

It just didn't feel right.

You were all he had, all he cared about, and all he ever wanted.

Right now, however, this was not an experience he thought he would have to endure, nor one Aizawa ever hoped to relive again because, after you left, he buried his feelings deep in his chest.

That was why he thought he got over you in the first place.

But he didn't.

And all it took for him to realize it was seeing you again, walking as beautiful as ever through the U.A hallways, with the same grace you had when you were just another student walking there.

He was speechless. He was also static. At first, he thought he imagined things. Then, he thought he was confusing someone else with you. But he wasn't. It was you.

The news of your hiring as a homeroom teacher reached his ears only after he saw you there with his own eyes. But he hadn't spoken to you yet. He was avoiding you, watching you at a distance.

That is, until today, a few weeks after you started at your new job.

And when you opened the door, your relaxed expression faded at the sight of him. You weren't expecting him to come to you so soon.

You weren't expecting him to come to you at all. You knew he'd must been mad at you and knew what he was going to say next.

You had prepared your mind to hear his scolding ever since your hiring – you knew he was working there beforehand, but you decided to go with the job application anyway.

After all, it wasn't like you hadn't thought carefully about meeting him again before sending your application. You were longing for it.

Anyway, Shota didn't say anything. Instead, he gave you a half smile and asked if he could come in.

It was the last thing either of you expected. But you let he in regardless.

The second his eyes met yours after you closed the door, he regretted coming there. The look in your eyes, the way you held yourself, and the fact that you didn't even greet him at all and just gave him a curt nod told him all he needed to know.

And that was all he needed to know. Because it was clear that you didn't want to deal with him right now.

There was still pain, betrayal, and sadness dancing in your eyes. But he also noticed something else.

It was fear, pure and genuine fear in your eyes. You had the same expression you wore the day you told him you were leaving: fear, sadness, guilt, and regret written across every feature of your face.

But that was all there was, and he chose not to dwell on the past, and instead sort out whatever he could fix up now.

He whispered your name. Your gaze immediately shifted towards his at the sound, and a soft gasp escaped your mouth once you met his piercing gaze.

His own eyes widened at how broken you looked. There were so many emotions filling your expression that he was sure you had never seen them all before in your lifetime.

He tried to speak, but no words came out.

Damn it. How he wished to just hold you again. But instead, he only stood there, staring at you.

"Um… hi, uh..." you began awkwardly before clearing your throat. "Do you need anything?" You asked nervously, unsure about how to proceed.

And he only averted his gaze from yours, saying nothing else.

You sighed. "Okay. Have a seat, I guess." You said before turning around and walking towards your bed, without giving him another glance.

He hesitated for a moment but then followed in, sitting next to you. He tried to make it look casual, but it was awkward. And you noticed, so you glanced over to him, waiting for him to speak.

"Listen," Shota starts. "I'm here because-"

"Look, Aizawa," you interrupted. You saw him flinch at the usage of his last name, but he didn't say anything.

"I know." You said. "I know what you're going to say."

You paused for a moment, debating on how to proceed. Shota didn't say anything, waiting patiently until you spoke again.

"I understand if you are angry. I completely agree with that. But I didn't leave you. I promised myself years ago that I would never give up on you, and I still do, but-" You stopped yourself.

You didn't have any excuse, did you?

"We both know there was never a promise between us in the first place." He said calmly.

You bite your lip, colleting your thoughts. Aizawa knew you were holding onto some feelings you've kept hidden for years. It was beyond clear.

"Yes, you're right." You continued. "I am sorry for hurting you." You apologize. "I'm sorry for leaving and making you believe I didn't care."

He looked away from your gaze.

"And... for making you feel like I was abandoning you." You added quietly.

There was a long silence, but it wasn't as awkward as you were expecting it to be.

After what you said, Aizawa didn't seem as angry anymore. He seemed disappointed. Annoyed, maybe. At how long it took for you to admit to yourself how much he meant to you.

"Why did you leave?" He asked quietly, his voice calm. You sighed, feeling defeated – he wanted you to speak your mind, and so you did.

"I had no choice." You confessed, tears stinging in your eyes from the pain and anger you felt towards yourself, but you ignored it. There were more important things to focus on right now.

"I never wanted to leave you. I felt at home with you, but I had to go anyway. I had to... I didn't want to..." you trailed off as your voice cracked, causing you to tear up. He furrowed, worry etched on his face.

He wanted to pull you into his arms and rest your head gently against his shoulder, but he restrained himself. There was too much you still weren't ready for yet.

"You were my home." You whispered, your heart aching. "But you'd be too far away… because my parents wanted me to go to study abroad. They wanted me to follow the family lead and become a great hero like them. They pressured me to move away from everyone I cared about and take risks I wasn't comfortable taking. I- I didn't want to. But it was expensive for them, so I agreed, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to miss you every day!" You explained yourself through quiet sobs and sniffs.

He swallowed thickly as your hand brushed against his, and your fingers wrapped themselves around the hand he had clenched into a fist.

"My family... they had their reasons." You said. "But I didn't. I had no reason, and they pushed me and pushed me until it became painful to be where I didn't want to be." You laughed bitterly, your gaze blurry with tears as it drifted to the floor. "It sounds so stupid now. But I was young and couldn't choose for myself. So I stayed there until I could choose wherever I wanted to be on my own."

Your lips quivered as you struggled with your tears. "I'm so sorry." You said. "I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how much you meant to me and for taking me so long to act on it. Sorry for coming back so late." You wiped at the tears falling from your eyes as they spilled uncontrollably down your cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Silence fell upon the two of you afterward; your breathing became uneven due to how emotional you both were. Neither of you had realized just how close you were sitting until you found yourselves practically pressed against each other's side.

Aizawa's attempts on holding back his feelings during all of these years caused him to break down in front of you – and this was the last thing he planned to do when he knocked at your door a few minutes ago.

He didn't even bother wiping his tears away as you broke into uncontrollable sobs, finally burying your head against his shirt.

He didn't expect this, and neither did you. He was too shocked to react as the two of you cried together, but once you relaxed into him, he hugged you tighter than ever, burying his face in the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he inhaled your so missed scent.

It almost felt unreal to him, having you in his arms like this once again. He didn't remember the last time the two of you hugged each other this tightly.

Tight enough that it felt like he could feel the way your heart pounded wildly against your chest as if it needed air.

All this time, he thought he was alone in this world. And he had convinced himself about it.

Because you did let him. Even though it wasn't intentional, even if you didn't want to hurt him.

And when you were younger, when you knew you would have to leave for good, you gave in, deciding to put a small piece of yourself in the past without a care, pushing him away from you.

But you didn't do it the right way. He thought he had done something wrong, or that you had grown bored of him, causing you to leave him.

That was why his dumb young self thought you had found someone else. That's why he was rude to you the day you had planned to tell him why you were so distant.

But his thoughts made sense inside his head, especially considering how you acted towards him. You were suddenly so cold. So not like yourself.

The sad truth is, after everything he said and done to you at that night, he deserved nothing but the coldest, most brutal treatment you could give him right now.

But instead, he was receiving a warm, caring, loving embrace. Something so sweet that reminded him vividly of how things used to be.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, tears still dripping down his face. "For not being there for you and assuming so much from you. I shouldn't have done that." He added, pulling back just enough to make eye contact with you.

You chuckled softly before shaking your head, leaning forward. "There's no need for apologizing. I don't blame you for anything anymore." You said truthfully. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, giving you a reluctant nod. He still felt guilty anyway.

And it seemed like fate knew that you both needed comfort right now, so it decided to grant you what you needed.

"Shota," you started, your voice sounding softer this time.

You looked at him directly into his eyes, your gaze holding a pleading you weren't even aware you were wearing on your face.

"Can I kiss you?" You asked.

You were surprised by how quickly his body reacted to your request, his lips immediately connecting with yours. His hands then gripped onto your waist, bringing you closer to him.

His tongue soon invaded your mouth as he kissed you passionately, almost desperate. And you let him, not bothering to push him away. You missed his kisses. You longed for how he always felt so secure against you. You missed him.

A small part of him thought this was a bad idea, that you would push him away again. But as he pulled back, you grabbed his shirt, tugging him into another kiss. One he returned with equal ardor.

You pulled away slowly after a few minutes, your foreheads resting against each other as you caught your breath. You both stared into each other's eyes for a while as your smiles faded into grins – one of joy, happiness, and relief.

That kiss was only one step closer to healing, and even though your relationship hadn't recovered yet, you knew that everything would work out eventually.

You both knew it. You both wanted it. And it was enough for both of you.

And now, you were just relieved that he forgave you, knowing it was all worth it.

Then, he nuzzled your nose with his own before capturing your lips again. And you returned the favor tenderly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He held onto you firmly, and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss, content as he held you in his arms, feeling safe for the first time since you left that night.

A faint smile appeared on your lips after you pulled away, gazing at him.

"I'm glad to be home." You whispered before your smile widened a little more.

And Shota smiled brightly just as well, reaching forward to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek with his palm afterward.

"Welcome home." He said back. "Thank you for coming back."

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talaok · 1 year

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Could I request a fluffy (maybe smut after if you’re up for it, if not that’s okay!) Tyler Galpin x reader where they both go to the same school and are in a theater production with the 2 lead roles? I’m not sure what musicals you’ve watched but preferably a romance one. They rehearse so much together they end up dating and confessing after they do an onstage kiss 🥺

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Fem! reader

summary: you and Tyler have the two lead roles in Mouline rouge and you inevitably start feeling things for each other.

warnings: none

A lot

Your heart was beating so fast you could feel the thumps in your eardrums. You heard someone call out your name but you didn't stop as you continued running. Floods of people were coming your way and you kept bumping into them. You were definitely gonna gave some bruises tomorrow but you couldn't think about it now. It was 3:30 and you were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago. If only Alice hadn't started vomiting words without a break you would have maybe remembered to look at a clock. but she had, and you hadn't, and your legs and your very not-used-to-it lungs were damning you for it right about now. You finally turned right at the end of the hallway and you thanked every existing being as you caught a glimpse of the theatre's doors. Those laminated pea-green doors had never looked more beautiful as you finally reached them. You ran through them so fast you almost fell, but you didn't, instead, you stabilized yourself and freezed at the entrance, your eyes shutting close as you braced yourself for the scolding inevitably coming your way. You could already see Mr. Hanrl's wrinkles deepening as he squinted at you with those creepy black eyes, threatening to throw you out of the play if you arrived late one more time. And you could already see yourself apologizing and walking head-down backstage while desperately trying not to laugh at his incredibly squeaky voice. So it was a surprise when instead of "I can't believe you arrived late again" you heard another voice, a much deeper and warm one ask "what are you doing?" Your eyes snatched open and they widened incredibly as you saw Tyler looking at you confusedly from the stage. The room fell silent and you felt drowned by the absolute absence of sound. God this was stupid. He was still looking at you, an amused smile on his face. "I" you couldn't help but laugh "I was waiting for Mr. Hanrl to yell at me" you smiled, as you gestured to what you now noticed empty seat, where he sat for every rehearsal. "Wait why isn't he there?" you looked around, taking in the completely empty room "wait" you gasped incredulously "did I arrive early?" He laughed softly, the sweet sound traveling through the distance between you straight to your ears. "no" he smiled "not at all" you frowned "Rehearsal was canceled" "oh" your eyes widened "but then-why are you here?" he scratched his neck "I didn't get the message, and from the look of it " he gestured towards you "you didn't either" You smiled "No, I definitely didn't" silence again "so" you cleared your throat "I guess I'll go then" your pressed your lips together in an awkward grimace "It was- It was nice seeing you" "Oh" he said, almost disappointed "Y-yeah it was nice seeing you too" You tried to examine his face when you heard his tone dropping, but you didn't gather that much information to actually come to any type of conclusion. You waved hastily before turning around "wait y/n" you turned back around "we could-" he paused a moment "we could rehearse together" he bit his lip "you know, since no one is here and- and we have the whole theatre at our disposal " he started speaking fast "and we're the main characters and have so many scenes together" he was rambling, and your chest warmed "I think it would be good, no?" he caught his breath. You tried not to laugh. You didn't want him to think you were making fun of him, even if you sort of were. "Yes, it's a good idea Tyler" Oh how he loved when you said his name, it rolled off your tongue so easily, smooth like silk. He could listen to it forever. "great" he said, as you walked up to the stage. You were right in front of him "uhh" you hummed, rummaging through your bag "what scene should we do?" you said, finally finding the script. "well, last time we didn't get to finish the dressing room one" "Oh right" you smiled "that's a fun one " "it is" he agreed, reciprocating. "so we stopped just before you sang the last part of the song right?" "right" he nodded, as you did the same "so" he raised his eyebrows "I guess I'll start" You laughed softly "yeah, that seems about right" This was more awkward than you'd expected. he took some steps away, glancing at you amusedly one last time before clearing his throat. He started singing, and your mouth immediately turned upright. His voice was so smooth and low when he sang, it could fill the whole room the moment he opened his mouth. he was amazing, you had always thought it. Since the first rehearsal, he stood out. He was talented, and funny, and a great actor and- cute, god he was cute. It was hard at first to pretend you weren't fascinated by him, and you would still catch yourself sometimes staring at him a bit too long to be acceptable, but you got better. You could have a full conversation with him now, and as of lately you had been doing that a lot. Before rehearsal, after rehearsal, yesterday when he saw you in the hallway, and the day before at lunch. You had started to talk. A lot. And you absolutely loved it, he was so funny that at times you had to cover his mouth to make him stop. And he was clever, god he was clever. And not like, I can do math clever, no, he actually was smart, real-life smart. he knew what was going on around the world and knew how to engage in a conversation bout it, he knew about poetry, about books, and even if his favorite film was fight club (which normally would have been a huge red flag, if it wasn't for the fact he was the first man on earth to actually understand the meaning behind it) he still had great taste in them. And so talking to him came easily, and you started to enjoy it more and more as time passed. But now, now it wasn't easy. And you couldn't understand why. It was never awkward between you two, it was everything but. And as you started relieving all those encounters, all those times you had talked and talked and then talked some more, at times risking arriving late to class, you realized the common denominator. You were never alone. Other people were there, even if they weren't with you they were still present, they were in the hallway, in the canteen, on stage, there was always someone. And now it was just you, and him, sole. You didn't know why, I mean, it shouldn't have, but it did, it made sense. Being alone meant having no way out, no easy excuse, being alone meant privacy, and privacy meant having possibilities, chances, chances to do the things you stopped yourself from thinking of, from dreaming of, because there was no point, in deluding yourself of something when you knew it wouldn't happen. But it was hard, just knowing that those thoughts had been there at some point, it was hard pretending they hadn't. He was still singing, you noticed, as you awakened, and also closer to you. when had that happened? You just hoped you didn't look like an immobilized zombie all this time. he was smiling, like he was supposed to, and shit- you realized you were also meant to be doing the same. Right, you were rehearsing. Your expression changed, as you at least tried to get into the part. You were Satine, and Satine definitely didn't get distracted by a guy with a pretty voice. oh but she did. God, you were so fucked. He had walked up to right in front of you, and he put his arms on your waist as the song was about to end. His touch was warm, even if it was just against the t-shirt you were wearing, it still felt like he was touching your raw skin, burning it with his hands. You whimpered involuntarily, and hoped to god, or anyone listening that he hadn't heard. The slight sparkle in his eyes made you think otherwise. shit. his mouth closed into the happiest of smiles,( because he was a good actor, not because he was actually that happy to be close to you) as the song ended. You were inches apart, like you were supposed to be, like the script said, and your brain was buzzing and melting slowly and your heart was beating fast and you really fucking hated yourself. just be normal. my god. It shouldn't be that hard. He's just a boy. A normal, stupid, hot, funny, and clever boy. fuck He was still silent and your cheeks reddened as you realized you were supposed to say your line. "oh I can't believe it. I'm in love" you paused for dramatic effect, and also, maybe, just maybe to catch your very weak breath "I'm in love with a young, handsome, talented duke" you breathed out incredulously. His eyes fell to your lips and you noticed how it also took him a moment to realize it was his turn. "duke?" he frowned, confused You laughed softly and his eyes glanced at your mouth again. Was he doing it on purpose? Was he that good of an actor? He must have been. "Not that the title is important, of course" There was something in his eyes- you'd never seen him like this"I'm not a duke" Your mind was completely somewhere else, but you could still somehow remember the lines "not a duke?" you said unconvincingly, and you felt like he wasn't there anymore, Tyler was there physically, but he wasn't the one holding you, talking to you. He stepped even closer to you, your two bodies now so close you could feel him, his warmth, his scent, everything. "I'm-" his eyes fell to your mouth again, and you really wished he would just lean in and kiss it "I'm," he said again, obviously distracted. This wasn't part of it. You knew. You glanced at him, and he met your eyes, a sparkle traveling between them, an understanding, a message, going from him to you. Everything suddenly fell silent and you began being very aware of your own breathing, your lungs inflating and deflating fast as you felt anxious, for what you didn't know, you just were. He smiled softly, looking straight at you and you swore your stomach dissolved. Was this really about to happen? Or were you imagining things? It was all so confusing All your doubts disappeared once he did it, he started leaning in. Not because of the script not because of the play but because he wanted to he wanted to kiss you You tilted your head to the left, granting him access and you could feel his lips, his beautiful pretty lips graze yours when the bell rang. he stopped so did you. You didn't want to look at him, he had regretted it it was fine it was a mistake you understood you took a step back, looking at the floor "I-I gotta go"

time passed and you never talked about that evening again. You remained friends, just as before. The day after he still sat at your table for lunch. You remember how scared you were. But then he started talking, and joking, and after the first 10 minutes, all was forgotten. Everything was fine, nothing happened, so nothing had to be weird. It made sense. That of course didn't mean your mind didn't travel back to it at times. For as much as you tried to stop it, the feeling of being so close to him always came back to you, and with that, questions. Questions like what would have happened if the bell hadn't rung, if you hadn't run away, or if he hadn't stopped. questions you were never gonna know the answer to.

"God I'm nervous" you sighed, as you sipped from your water bottle

"why?" he frowned "what do you mean why?" your eyes widened "the show's tomorrow" He laughed softly at your nervousness "you have nothing to worry about" he said, turning towards you "you're amazing y/n, you know that" he smiled "You're the best singer here" he continued " and not to mention actress" he chuckled "I mean, You knew all your lines on the first day" "you're gonna make me blush" you said like he already hadn't. "well maybe I like seeing you blush" You held your breath "you're an asshole" you rolled your eyes playfully He laughed, genuinely, wholeheartedly "I'm sorry" he smiled "if you want to we could run our lines some more" your heart fluttered, flashbacks from last time passing through your mind. "i-Uhh, sure" he smiled, like he knew, like he had just thought the same thing, because he had. "alright" he sat down on the stage, and you followed his lead. You had rehearsed for hours, you were tired. "so what's your least favorite scene?" he asked you were confused "what do you mean?" "Usually your least favorite scene is the one you need to practice more" he explained " y'know, because you don't like it, and your mind subconsciously tells you that it's ok to fuck it up" You frowned, as you smiled "and who said that" "I did" You laughed "oh well, then we're in great hands" "hey!" he feigned shock "it has always worked for me" "ok" you shook your head "so what's that scene for this play?" He thought for a moment "I think the balcony one is pretty tough" Your mouth slacked open in pretend offense "so the one you have to kiss me in" He laughed "Oh" he shook his head"not because of that" he said "definitely, not because of that" he glanced at you "you know that" definitely? "I did not know that" "well" he chuckled "now you do" "ok, so if it isn't because of my aberring mouth" you raised your eyebrows "then what is it for?" He grinned "the songs are difficult, and I have to be careful not to sing over you" You shrugged " you've never done that" "I know, but I could" "you wanna rehearse that one then?" you asked he raised his eyebrow smugly "you're that desperate to kiss me?" yes, most definitely. You punched his shoulder playfully "oh shut up" you rolled your eyes "and it's not like we were gonna kiss anyway" "Why is that?" "We don't kiss in rehearsal, Tyler" "We could make an exception" he smirked "I mean, it would only be right if we tried it out once before doing it on stage, no?" Your cheeks were red. "I-" you swallowed nervously "If-If you believe so" "I just think it makes sense" "y-yea. It does" you smiled shyly, and you could see relief wash over his face. "all right then" he stood up, to get to the center of the stage "come here sweetheart" he said sarcastically, and you knew it was a joke, but that didn't stop your heart from speeding up at the pet name. "right away my love" you joked, walking up to him. You felt electric, dizzy almost as you stopped right in front of him. he was tall, and his hazel eyes were hypnotizing. he put his hands on your waist, and you didn't give yourself time to think about it before you put your arms around his neck. "ok" you breathed out shakily "you have to say something before right?" he asked "oh right" you laughed softly, taking a moment to remember what it was you were supposed to say. Ok, you got it You looked at him "you're gonna be bad for business, I can tell" you said and he smiled, before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours. You felt so light you would have flown away if it wasn't for his hands keeping you grounded. And he felt right, like he was finally sure. He leaned away, and both of you smiled. "Well I think we're good at this part" he said "yup" you smiled, taking your arms off of him to take a step back. Something in his face changed when you did, what looked like uncertainty glanced into his eyes. "We're ready for tomorrow then" you smiled, to relieve some tension. "absolutely" he agreed

the red and blue lights were emerging from every direction and you felt like you were in a dream as you sang with him, with Tyler. The soft music resonating in the theatre, mixing heavenly with your voices. he walked up to you, in the same place he had been in yesterday, and as you sang together the last lines you felt your body warm, at that indescribable feeling. "you're gonna be bad for business, I can tell" you said, your voice echoing in the room, before he kissed you. Little shivers traveled down your spine, as the contact took your breath away. You weren't supposed to feel that way for a fake kiss, you knew. Just like he knew. The curtains closed as the music reached its climax and you leaned away, breathing heavily. You smiled once you noticed some of your lipstick on his lips. "we were great" you couldn't help but hug him. You knew it was the end of the first act, and that you were supposed to rush backstage to change, but you wanted to feel close to him, you needed to. "you're amazing y/n" he stroked your hair "I never doubted we were gonna be" You looked up at him, your chin against his chest "thank you" you said sincerely, tightening your hug. " I should go change" you said "me too" none of you moved "I-" you were about to let him go when he stopped you. "y/n" he said, the light illuminating only the left side of his face "I-" he took a deep breath, and you frowned "y/n I've been wanting to tell you this for the longest time" there was so much fear in his eyes "I really wanted to, but- but I was scared and-" he chuckled " and you made me so fucking nervous" you smiled too now "but- but now I have to, because if I don't I'm scared I never will" his pupils were scanning frantically your whole face "y/n I like you" he smiled anxiously "I like you, like- a lot" Your face lit up, as your body shut down. He had said it He had said it for real. "Tyler" you murmured "I like you too" you smiled "a lot"

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heart has his heart | part 8.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“You all have your bells on?”

Everyone shook their wrists and the jingling of bells echoed.

“So why do we need these exactly?” Moetini asked.

“You’ll get lost in Wonderland unless you’re from there or really know the place.”

Ben shuddered at the memory of when he was a child and his rope attaching him to everyone came undone. He was lost for four days.

“I’ll be able to hear you guys if you shake the bell. That way, we can find you.”

“You aren’t wearing any (Y/N).” Carlos pointed out.

“Do I look I need them? This is my turf now.”

You weren’t lying. While you never felt like you fit in on the Isle and Auradon was still foreign, Wonderland was always yours. You knew it like the back of your hand. Someone could show you a zoomed in picture of a cobblestone on the street and you could tell them exactly where in the realm they were.

You handed everyone a drink and a cookie.

“Down the whole drink and take only two bites of the cookie.”

“Only your people would make it this difficult to enter a place,” Jay muttered.

He was right. The way to enter Wonderland was either by rabbit hole or by door. The door of course was not a size that an average person could get into. The exact proportions of drink to cookie had to be correct to get into the door.

If they ate more than two bites of the cookie it would counteract the shrink me potion too much and then they’d be about six inches too big to get in. Everyone did as you said and once you entered, you all ate the rest of the cookie to go back to full size.

“Welcome to Wonderland, everyone!”

Before you could move two steps, Alice and the White Queen were in front of you. As well as a bunch of knights and a bunch of horses.

“We heard that a Heart had arrived back to Wonderland. Allow us to escort you through to the Valley.” The White Queen stepped aside and revealed the horses that had no riders, for you and the others.

“Thank you. And, this is for you. To celebrate Wonderland as a whole.”

You handed over the wreath you made. The White Queen smiled as she accepted it. You were worried when Ben first mentioned this trip. Maybe Wonderland would have moved on with the Hearts and you would really be seen as a villain. But it seemed that they were at least accepting of you.

A rustling was heard in the bushes nearby. You heard Carlos scream and everyone turned to where he was looking.

“Is that my Aunt’s?” You asked in an awed whisper.

“What the hell is that thing?!” Moetini whisper-yelled. Everyone cowered away.

“It is in fact the Red Queen’s, Princess,” Alice said.

“Oh! I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” she said as you got closer.

“What is it?!” Carlos repeated Moetini’s question, with even more panic as the creature growled.

“A Bandersnatch,” you responded, amazed.

The nicest way to describe a Bandersnatch would be beautifully ugly. It resembled a snow leopard and bulldog put together, with many rows of teeth like a shark and a large fluffy tail. It stood almost as high as the horses and was a lot stockier.

You slowly walked closer to it. The creature growled at you but did nothing. You held out a hand and let it lick it. Then you slowly bowed to the beast, waiting for it to bow back. Once it bowed, you stood up smiling.

“This thing recognizes me!” You said excitedly to the group.

After all the years without a Heart in Wonderland, the Bandersnatch still recognized your family’s scent.

“I won’t be needing the horse.”

The Bandersnatch lowered itself so you could get on its back. Your hands gripped in its fur as you took time to get settled and find the most comfortable position for you.

“You’re going to ride that thing?”

“Yeah, Carlos. Kinda why I’m up here.”

He shook his head as he joined the others to get on their horses.

“Hey, loser!” You called out to Ben. “You coming up or what?”

“Have you lost your mind?! I’m going to die on that.”

“It’s okay. He’s harmless really.”

“You and I heard very different stories about him growing up then.”

“Just get on!”

Ben shakily got onto the back of the Bandersnatch. He looked paralyzed, everyone did watching him. You didn’t understand why the Bandersnatch had that effect on people. You grabbed both of Ben’s arms and wrapped them around your waist. You ignored the smirks from the other VKs.

“You’re going to fall off the way you’re acting.”

“I’ve never ridden without a saddle before.”

“And I have never ridden before. White Queen, are we ready to go?”

“Wait (Y/N) what? You don’t know how to ride this thing…”

“Not formally no. I’ve been taught, just never had any practice.”

“Heart… I’m gonna die…”

You scratched the Bandersnatch’s ear twice and made a little clicking noise with you mouth. The Bandersnatch began to move towards the front, right behind and in between Alice and the White Queen’s horses.

“…oh shit, okay and we’re moving.” Ben’s arms wrapped slightly tighter around you.

Unlike the beautiful trot of the horses, the Bandersnatch had a stalk to it and every time it moved your shoulders and body swayed with it. There was a sort of fierceness to it.

“You’re kind of scary on that thing, (Y/N).” Carlos’ horse had pulled up next to you.

“It suits you,” Alice said. “Like a true Heart.”

You smiled and breathed in the air of Wonderland, it felt like fire in your veins. “I’m back home.”

The tour of part of Wonderland had ended when you approached a hill. This hill was the marker to the Valley of Hearts. Despite being a valley and the center of Wonderland, you had never been invaded. It was harder to navigate once you were farther into the place.

“Oh, that looks steep,” Jay said looking down from his horse. “How do we get down without dying.”

“You don’t slow down.”

Everyone looked at you.

“No, seriously. You see those patches of ivy right here at the top, you slow down and they grab you. Problem is once you start fast if you try to slow you’ll roll down that hill and break your neck. So you don’t slow down at all, not till you hit the river at the bottom.”

“She’s serious?” Mal asked the others. “Is Wonderland just some giant death trap?”

“Pretty much,” Alice said. “Ready? Should we show them how it’s done, (Y/N)?”

You looked back at Ben, “Do you want to get off? Now’s your only chance.”

“No, I’m okay,” Ben answered shakily.

“Better hold on tight, we’re going full speed here.”

Ben didn’t take your words lightly. You and Alice made your way to the very edge of the hill before taking off at breakneck speed. You felt Ben bury his head into your back. You laughed and stuck your arms out feeling the wind. With only your thighs to grip, you were bouncing slightly off the Bandersnatch.

“No, no, no. Put your hands back!” Ben yelled. You obliged the prince.

The Bandersnatch landed in the river less gracefully than Alice’s horse but that was to be expected from the Beast. You watched as everyone made their way into the river, panting heavily.

“Is it over?” Ben asked, removing his head from your shoulder.

“Yeah, loser, it’s over. Wow that was a rush. Come on guys, castle’s not far from here.”

You jumped off the Bandersnatch’s back once you were out of the river and approaching the castle. It had seen better days, you weren’t shocked. Years without anyone there and of course the place was overrun.

“It looked better in my parents’ days.”

“It still looks beautiful.”

The door opened to your touch with no problem. You led everyone to throne room first. It was dusty and empty, save for the throne. Even though only one was there at the time, your mother’s, normally there were three. Your mom’s, your dad’s, and your aunt’s.

The Hearts ruled in a way that the eldest sibling to whoever married into the family was trained to be General to the armies of the Hearts and given their own tiny tiny kingdom inside the Valley. Your mother’s only sibling was your Aunt and that’s how the Red Queen came to be. A ruthless and feared general in all the land.

“M, you got any spell for all this dust?”

“Probably, give me a minute.”

Before she could pull out a spell, a loud roar made everyone duck on instinct. A spindly dragon-like creature emerged.

“Okay, the Bandersnatch I could accept. But the Jabberwocky?! That thing’s still alive?!” Carlos yelled.

“Does your Aunt have any more demons we don’t know about?” Jay asked.

“I guess my sword wasn’t the Vorpal,” Alice said.

The Jabberwocky roared.

“I don’t think it likes that word,” you whispered.

The creature stalked back and forth. Instead of your scissors around your belt, you had your mother’s crown tied to you waist instead. You took it from your belt and slid the crown across the floor to the Jabberwocky.

“(Y/N)!” Ben grabbed your arm when you tried to step forward.

“It’s okay. I promise.”

Ben’s touch lingered before he let go. You walked up to the Jabberwocky and picked up the crown, looking it in the eye. It roared in your face and you roared back. You walked up to your mother’s throne and sat down.

The Bandersnatch stalked up beside the chair and sat down. The Jabberwocky looked for a minute and then settled calmly on the floor, wrapping its body around the throne, the end of its tail curled around your ankle.

“If I said you were scary-looking before you’re absolutely terrifying now.”

The others agreed with Carlos, nodding their heads. Ben stepped forward. The Jabberwocky lifted its head in his direction. You snapped your fingers twice and the creature relaxed.

“You look stunning.”

“Bow, loser,” you joked.

Ben bowed slowly. You clapped your hands happily like a schoolchild. You wish you had your phone they had gotten all you VKs, this was a picture worthy moment.

“Look, he actually did it,” you addressed your Bandersnatch and Jabberwocky. “Can we take them back to Auradon with us?”

“Is it me or do those things look happy all of a sudden?” Mal asked.

“They’re connected to Heart’s emotions. That’s why they were so volatile under the Red Queen. (Y/N) seems to lean more towards the friendlier side of the spectrum,” The White Queen explained.

You got up from the throne and stood in front of Ben.

“Stand, peasant,” you said laughing and grabbing his hand to help him up.

When Ben stood up, you realized how close you two were to each other. “I think you enjoyed that a little too much, punk.”

“What, you on your knees in front of me…”

Ben raised his eyebrows.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

Ben place a hand under your chin.

“I can’t.” You stopped him before he could lean fully down. “You won’t understand right now, but I can’t, not until I explain later.”

You didn’t want to kiss Ben while he was under a love spell. It didn’t seem right to you. Ben leaned down by your ear. You shuddered slightly as you felt his breath.

“Take all the time you need,” he whispered and then kissed your temple. “And, the Bandersnatch can come with. Not sure about the Jabberwocky.”

(Part 9)...

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