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forbidden-sunlight · 3 months

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yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: A Wendigo's Violent Love

Warning: aged-up!reader [in early to late twenties], violence, spoilers for episodes 7 and 8 in the first season of the 2024 show, possessive and obsessive behavior, Alastor is in denial, physical abuse, implication of friends to enemies.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the back button on your phone or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, welcome to another Hazbin Hotel fic! I know I had said that I was going to be on a break until the 8th or 14th in my last post, but I had gotten a burst of inspiration after watching the season finale and wrote this after discussing the idea with @riddle-simp and collaborated with @witch-of-the-writing-desk. It's because of these two that I managed to write 2k in a single day, so please give a big round of applause to these amazing individuals.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going on in tonight's broadcast with Hell's one and only Radio Demon!

Part Two

Alastor could not believe what had happened on the rooftop. No, he refused to believe that he was nearly killed by a hair. To almost die for his friends, a fucking altruist of all things. Sorry to disappoint, but this is not how his story will end here. He thought viciously, tugging at his hair as memories rushed through his mind. He needed more. He needed his freedom. Yet this deal is restricting his powers from reaching their fullest potential, and it almost killed him. Yes, there has to be another way to get out of it. But more importantly….he needed to stop these feelings bubbling inside of him. These feelings he felt towards you.

You, a simple groundskeeper who had forgotten what it meant to be a human and served as a weapon in war. You, who did not use technology like him yet still found a way to connect with the rest of the hotel’s wayward souls.

He hates it and he wants you gone, out of sight and out of mind, because these feelings have put him in more danger than necessary. When he finds the backdoor of his deal, how to unclip his wings, he will be the one pulling all of the strings and claim the power that he rightfully deserves. He is the Radio Demon, the Great Alastor! Nothing else matters to him!

He made his decision right in the dilapidated radio station to never get attached to you or anyone else again. To only focus on himself and no one else. He is in Hell for a reason, after all. He cackled, feeling the thrum of his power rising in unison with his conviction. Yes. He thought. Yes, he’s Alastor! The cold, ruthless overlord who always has room for more voices on his broadcast. Not some soft-hearted twit who would die for someone!

But what he did not realize at the time, just right underneath the hatch, you had heard everything.

Despite your injuries and losing both of your arms to angelic steel, you had used your strength to trek through the debris and look for him. Now knowing that he despised you, knowing that he sees you as nothing more than a weapon to use for his convenience….well, you could not blame him. You were a weapon when you were alive. You were feared, you were hated, and you did not care at the time. So why did it hurt so much when he said that? You did not know, except it was better to keep your distance from him.

So you left the Radio Demon alone, staggering away to join the others.

Vaggie was somehow able to find Sir Pentious’ blueprints for your prosthetics in a fireproof trunk beneath the rubble, and put in a call to Carmilla Carmine to see if she could make them with angelic steel instead of adamantine. Of course, the angelic arms dealer took a look at them first before agreeing to it, but not before telling Vaggie she must ask for your consent to do the procedure and what you wanted to add or remove. You gave your input, and the procedure was scheduled for the following week. Although you could not help with the construction of the hotel, you did assist Charlie by putting together an eulogy and memorial service for Sir Pentious. The princess was not sure when it would be held, hopefully when the hotel was finished.

You understood, softly promising to be by her side for support, even if you had to be pushed in a wheelchair. Sir Pentious had been a good person, an inventor and a gentleman who was nothing but kind and respectful to you. Even though you offered to pay him for doing repairs on your arms in the past, he brushed it off and instead asked you to join him for tea. He…you hoped he found peace.

On the day of your procedure, you asked the overlord a question that had been plaguing your mind since the war. “Madam Carmilla, I am a weapon. I was raised to be one, to be used and tossed aside when my usefulness had expired. So…why is it that I am bothered by what Alastor said…on that day?” You did not dare to elaborate on what he exactly said to her, just that he said that he did not want to see you anymore. Be gone from his sight and mind.

She stared at you for a long moment before she replied coolly, “So I have heard from Vaggie. But I do not share her thoughts. A weapon is lifeless. You are a person. An emotionally stunted one, but someone is living, breathing, and who can still be hurt by what others say about them even if they can’t see it. You are upset because of what Alastor said….and in my humble opinion, whatever you feel towards him, discard it. There is nothing to gain by being close to him.” She then turned away, pulling on a pair of gloves over her hands as one of her daughters placed a mask over her face. “Are you ready to begin? This is your last chance, and I cannot promise it won’t hurt.”

“I am.” You said. “Thank you for answering my question.”

Carmilla nodded, and proceeded to give out instructions to you and the rest of the staff in the operating room. You complied, not wanting any more time to be wasted on your behalf. At least now you knew why you were upset. It was because you cared about Alastor. Cared….yes, that is the appropriate word. You had to distance yourself from him. It is what he wanted, so you must respect his decision as the manager of the Hazbin Hotel.

Yes, it is better this way.

That was the last thought that crossed your mind before a mask was placed over your face, and everything fell into darkness.

Alastor did not understand. You were doing what he wanted you to do. He did not want to see or talk to you unless it was necessary. So why was it making him angry? When he congratulated you on a successful recovery from your procedure, complimented your progress in physical therapy per Carmilla’s instructions, or how lovely the eulogy you wrote for Sir Pentious' memorial service, you showed no reaction. You simply stared at him with a hollow expression before thanking him, excusing yourself with a bow of your head.

He should be elated. No, he is pleased. He is satisfied that his relationship with you has not gone by being professional. Why, you even pull away as soon as he lays a finger on you~! So why does it bother him that you recoil from his touch? No. He…cannot accept it. He cannot accept this. He needed to speak to you. Discreetly.

However, now that this new and improved Hazbin Hotel stood in place of the old one, everything is much bigger with the additional square footage; meaning there would be more ground to cover if Alastor is to ever find you, even if you do not wish to see him.

Niffty, bless her little deranged mind, pointed him in the direction of the greenhouse. Of course, it was much bigger than the old one. But he still saw the old stained glass windows of the Moriningstar family crest lined up on the south side, allowing red light to come through and shine down on seedling trays with new shoots poking out of the inky soil. The clean, fragrant scent of herbs permeated the air as he walked through the rows of berries, juicy melons, and other culinary delights. He did not think this place would already be thriving when you were the only one who tended to it, as the hotel’s groundskeeper. However…this is you. You, who is able to accomplish anything once you put your mind to it.

He found you hiding just beyond the apple trees, kneeling beside a bush of glistening roses, armed with pruning shears and an apron over your clothes. A watering can sat on the grass by your side. Your back was facing him…which allowed him the element of surprise. Grinning, he leaned forward, stretching his gloved fingers to lightly caress the petals of the rose you were about to snip off.

“Oh, my apologies dear. My hand slipped!”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, emotionless [Eye Color] irises holding a steady gaze before turning away. “It’s all right. There are others that I can place at Sir Pentious’ memorial site.” You said, raising the shears to carefully cut another rose with a small snip. “Thank you for your concern.”

The static around him buzzed, swelling in synchronization with his boiling anger towards you. “I see.” He hissed. “I am terribly sorry to disturb you.”

“It is all right.” Snip. “If there is nothing else, please allow me to finish this so that I can go on break. Niffty will not be happy if I am not out of here within ten minutes.”

“I’m afraid we must discuss something, [First Name].” He pressed on, irritated at your uncharacteristic rudeness. “That is why I am here. So please turn around and look at me.”

You did. You placed the shears down, twisted your body around so that you looked at him straight in the eye. “Yes?” You said. “What do you need?”

He smiled, the static around him coming to a screeching halt and he was much calmer. Finally, He thought. You were looking at him, instead of avoiding his gaze. “I understand that since you have been cleared to return to work, you’ve been quite busy~! However! What I do not understand is why you have been ignoring me.” He leaned forward, feeling his eyes transform into radio dials. “You do not greet me as much as you have before, we haven’t had tea together, nor have we taken a stroll in Cannibal Colony~! So…why are you acting like I am a complete stranger to you?”

“Because I know the truth.”

Any and every thought he could have possibly said to her at this moment evaporated upon hearing your answer. “Pardon? I’m sorry but I didn’t catch that.” His voice leaked through the rising static. He felt his antlers grow, expanding past his ears with cr-crik, crick noises. Like the roots of a tree.

“I know the truth. I know that you are angry over what happened in the war, how everyone saw you flee from your battle against Adam. I know you wish to unclip your wings and that you utterly despise me. So I am doing what you wish for. To maintain a professional relationship as the groundskeeper and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. Our goal is to redeem sinners. There’s nothing beyond business between us.” You said with a calm and expressionless composure. “I went there that day, to the radio station. I had gone there to look for you, to make sure you were all right when I heard your words. But know this,” A sudden sheen of ice glazed over your eyes. “If you bring harm to Charlie or anyone in this hotel, I will kill you where you stand.”

The last thread of patience in his psyche split in half. Before he could stop himself, Alastor pinned you against the ground, his hands on your shoulders and glaring at you, trying to intimate you with his true form, to scare you into silence as he had done with Husk…but you held your gaze.

“It’s terrible manners to eavesdrop on someone, my dear.”

“And it isn’t wise to attack someone when you are not even at your full strength.”

In a flash you immediately flipped him over, straddling his hips as you held down his wrists over his head with one hand. The other held a garden spade to his throat and he was burning. That was when he realized you weren’t wearing your gloves, thus the angelic steel is the reason why his skin is on fire.

“Calm yourself, Alastor.” You said. “There is no reason to be angry when I am doing what you want me to do. Nor to act as you are doing right now. I advise you to take slow, deep breaths and count to five backwards.”

“Release me.”

“Not until you have calmed down.” The way you replied so calmly, so…lifelessly, made Alastor angry. Angrier than he has felt in a long, long time. Not since his prey had escaped the forest and he did not get to eat them. Not since his mother died, leaving him alone in the world except for a drunken asshole who wasn’t worthy of being his father. Make these feelings stop NOW

“Come to my office in exactly twenty minutes for an evaluation about your conduct at work. Do not be late.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he sunk into the grass as an inky shadow, slithering back towards the greenhouse’s entrance towards his room. He couldn’t believe it. How could you have known everything? How could he not have sensed your presence? Was he that weak? No. No, he assumed he was alone and clearly he had not been. You were an anomaly. You were raised as a weapon; to spy, to kill, to search and destroy upon the command of your master.

So why does it still bother him? Why does his head feel like it is about to split in half as he goes over the conversation over and over in his mind? Why is his heart falling into the pit of his stomach at remembering your promise to kill him if he harmed anyone here in the hotel? Why does he have this urge to know how you truly feel towards him? Do you still care for him? Do you love him?

In twenty minutes, he needed to know the truth…or else he would go insane.

What Alastor did not realize though, as he holed up himself in his quarters until the allotted time to meet with you, Husk had seen the whole thing from the door.

He was going to drag you to lunch because Niffty had gotten pissed that you were skipping meals again…and thank fuck Alastor did not see him. Husk, the drunken gambler and former overlord, almost flew over to you with a worried look, grumbling under his breath. Once he saw that you were all right and did not have visible bruises or injuries courtesy of a certain someone, he grabbed you by the hand, leading out of the greenhouse. He was not going to let Alastor hurt you again.

He might be a dumbass, can’t fight worth shit…but you are important to him, and he’ll protect you even if it means putting himself in the line of fire again.

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bro-atz · 2 months

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evidential

in which: managing partner attorney song mingi just seems to get hotter with every passing second.

pair: lawyer!mingi/paralegal!afab!reader

word count: 3.8k

content: smut, office sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap up irl!), (slight) cum-eating, mingi has a huge tattoo and a huge dick—, so much sexual tension fr, hopefully i'm not missing anything, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

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You were rather proud of yourself. You had every right to be as well because you were the paralegal everyone at your firm went to. You were so highly in demand that the other lawyers fought over you all the damn time.

However, there was only one man who got to get your help in full, and that was the managing partner: Attorney Song Mingi. It didn’t matter if you were helping another lawyer on a case; if Attorney Song needed you, you were there in an instant. To use a juvenile term, he had eternal dibs on you.

And you didn’t mind. You liked worked with the attorney, but the one thing you hated the most when working with him was how late he would work you sometimes. The life of a lawyer wasn’t easy, but you should be allowed to sleep at least whether it’s at home or at least one of the couches in his room, but no. If Song Mingi wanted to get something done, he was going to get it done before letting himself rest, let alone sleep.

The craziest part about working these insane hours was that Attorney Song refused to dress comfortably if he was working. You weren’t talking about changing into jammies or anything like that; he refused to let himself look “improper” and was always keeping every single garment of his three piece suit on his body. He wouldn’t even loosen the tie or anything— he was prim and proper ’til the very end.

That is until one particular day.

It was just you and the managing in the partner that day. Everyone else had gone home, but you two were scouring through mountains of papers and files and everything under the sun trying to find a specific, singular piece of evidence; and, as per usual, Attorney Song refused to let you take any sort of break.

The worst part about day was that the building’s AC was shot to hell. You had no idea how or why it happened, but it just did. You thought that the attorney would just take the damn files and go home— as if he was ever going to do that.

“Y/N, focus,” he snapped his fingers in front of you and pointed to a stack on the ground. “Go through all of these.”

“I already did—”

“Do it again. We need to fucking find this piece of evidence.”

Attorney Song rarely swore, so when he did, you felt goosebumps erupt on your skin. With a soft sigh, you did as he said. He watched as you got up from your chair and bent down slowly to get all of the files that you had set on the ground, the stack teetering dangerously as you moved them back to the table. Then, you felt his eyes leave you the second he confirmed you doing the task he assigned you. You went through all the files once again, your fingers combing through each page slowly, being more meticulous than you were during the first pass.

You went through one file and didn’t find it. As you set the file aside, you briefly glanced at the managing partner only to freeze. You had never seen him without his glasses on, and when he took them off in that moment, he whipped them off his face, a heavy, frustrated sigh leaving his lungs.

You always knew that Attorney Song was attractive, but you never really looked at him properly until that day. You wanted to appreciate his hair line, his perfect eyebrows, the lovely beauty mark on his cheek, and his beautifully shaped nose, but you could only focus on his lips. God, his rosy lips, his rosy, plump lips. His lips that only got fuller as he let out yet another sigh.

When he tossed his glasses to the side on the table, you felt saliva pool in your mouth and your pussy quiver. Plus, thanks to the AC being broken as fuck, your body temperature only got hotter and hotter to the point that you wanted to start stripping just to cool off.

Right as Attorney Song was about to look up, you quickly opened the second folder and went through the files in there. You tried to focus, but you were sweating so much that you could feel it roll down your back. So, eyes still on the papers, you unbuttoned one more button on your blouse. You couldn’t go further than that without exposing your bra, so you left it there and started fanning yourself knowing that fanning yourself would only make you hotter, but you seriously had no choice.

Little did you know that Mingi was entranced by you at that moment. He couldn’t help but stare at the new part of your chest that you exposed, blood rushing to his ears and crotch. He watched as a little bead of sweat rolled right down your neck, down your chest, and through your cleavage. He felt like his brain was on fire the longer he stared at you, and his own body started heating up like crazy.

Truth be told, Mingi was dying under all of those layers. He was sweating like anything, and he badly wanted to take off at least his jacket, but he couldn’t, for he had a secret he didn’t want to tell anyone about, and it was a pretty big secret.

There was nothing wrong with his secret, but he had yet to show anyone in the firm, and he wasn’t prepared at all to deal with the questions and the comments and side eyes from people. He wanted to remain as professional as possible, which meant he would rather sweat to death than expose it.

He couldn’t do that for long, though. He felt like he was risking having heat stroke, and there was no way he could afford that right now, not in the middle of an important case. As casually as possible, Mingi shed his jacket and vest and draped both over the chair discreetly, and he prayed that you wouldn’t notice.

Oh, but you did. You were so hyperaware of everything that you looked up slyly and saw him take the jacket off while focusing on the papers in front of him. His shirt— his white button up— was drenched in sweat. The poor guy was probably suffering under his jacket for so long based off of how soaked he was. But forget about how the shirt was clinging to the muscles on his body and displaying his muscles for a second. His shirt was so transparent at that point that it revealed his secret: a chest tattoo that connected to a massive sleeve.

By that point, the damage had been done. You’d seen the tattoo, Mingi knew you saw the tattoo, so there was no point to trying to be inconspicuous about it. Keeping his eyes on the files, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt, giving you a slightly better look at the black ink on his fair skin. You could see it a little more, but you for the life of you still could not figure out exactly what it was he had tattooed on him. It was when he rolled up his sleeves did you figure it out: it was a biomechanical tattoo that seemed to rip through his skin and show the mechanics in his body. And then, when he leaned towards you to grab more files from your side, you were able to glance down his chest and see a mechanical heart on his chest.

And that’s when you realized after Mingi took his jacket off, every single one of his actions was done very purposefully; because when he leaned towards you for a stack of files, you got a faint whiff of his ridiculously expensive cologne and you felt his hot breath go past your ear, and he definitely heard your bated one. To make matters worse, he was still acting like the attorney you knew him to be.

“Hey,” he said, his low voice barely snapping you back to reality. “Focus.”

The tension in the room got so thick that it practically made the room even hotter. You were losing your mind, and you desperately needed to do something about it.

“A-Attorney Song, I just need to step out for a second,” you told him while squirming in your chair.

“We’re in the middle of figuring out this fucking case. What do you mean you’re going to step out for a second?” The attorney snapped, his attitude returning to normal.

“B-Bathroom…”

Mingi smirked— God fucking dammit, that made it so much worse— before he responded, “You can pee when we’re done. Sit your ass back down and find me this fucking piece of evidence.”

His authoritative tone made all the cells in your body scream for him. You didn’t need to pee, and he knew it. What you really needed was for him to rail you and fuck you until your brain went numb, but he wouldn’t do any of those things until you fucking found this fucking piece of evidence.

That’s when you saw it— the holy grail. It was almost cliché in a way. The two of you lunged for the piece of paper that would win the case and caught it at the same time. The tips of his long fingers brushed against yours, and the two of you looked from the sheet to each other at the same time. You were frozen, your eyes darting left and right as you observed his face in that close proximity. Mingi, however, still seemed to be in work mode (he most certainly was not at that point). Not moving from his position at all, he plucked the paper from your hand and placed it inside his portfolio folder before grabbing the back of your head and kissing you hungrily.

You were definitely surprised to say the least, but you didn’t want to spend any time pondering how the attorney also got to the same state of mind as you. The point was that you wanted him bad and he wanted you just as badly, and you could tell when his grip on your hair tightened and when he subtly wrapped his fingers around your neck and pressed into the pressure points with just enough strength to make blood rush to your head but allow you to breathe as his kisses got rougher.

Trying to cling to some sense of sanity, you ran your own fingers through his hair and held his hair and forearm tightly. Your exhales in between kiss mingled with his, soft moans and sighs adding to the mix every so often. You felt like you were burning up the longer he made out with you, and the sweat collecting on your body definitely made you aware of that. Sweat dripped down his and your face and mixed with your dribbling saliva, both falling and staining the documents on the table.

“W-Wait, attorney,” you managed to say. “The documents.”

You heard him curse under his breath as he momentarily let go of you to rid every single piece of paper on the table with one fell swoop. Then, he quickly made his way around the table and grabbed your arms roughly to pull you into him, his plush lips barely cushioning the blow of his animalistic kisses.

“Tell me something,” Mingi muttered against your lips, his body pressing into yours, his hands running down your arms and resting on your waist as he kept kissing you. “Do you still wanna go to the bathroom?”

“Depends,” you replied breathlessly, your hands roaming up his chest and grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Are you going to help me take care of it?”

“What, you were going to go to the bathroom to touch yourself?” Mingi chuckled.

“I blame you,” you pushed him away and prodded his chest— the one with the tattoo. Then, you added, “I think you should take full accountability for getting me to this point.”

“I could say the same to you,” Mingi’s voice lowered and nearly growled. He suddenly grabbed your ass and pulled upwards as he said, “You and this damn pencil skirt.”

You bit back a moan when you felt his hands grip your ass harder. You wanted to tease him more, but he interrupted you to continue his previous sentiment.

“And this fucking shirt.”

With one finger, he slid it down the middle of your shirt, ripping the rest of the buttons off. Before he took the shirt off you, he lifted you and sat you down on the table, then his antsy hands working on stripping you down completely.

You didn’t get to ask him what he meant because the second he got you fully naked, he gripped your breast with one hand and gripped your ass with the other. He started sucking hard on your breast as he groped and squeezed your body with insatiability. You let out a sweet moan and clung to the man’s shoulders when you felt him bite down gently on your tit. It was when he brought his hand from your ass to your crotch and rubbed your folds did that last string of sanity of yours snapped.

“Attorney— Ah! Mingi!” you whined as you grabbed his hair and pulled him back to look at you. “I want you in me, please just fuck me already!”

“I want to,” Mingi rasped as he looked at you hungrily. “But I don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t care— I need you to fuck me,” you whimpered— you were so close to crying because of how sexually frustrated you were.

“As long as you’re clean…” he uttered with a smirk before leaving you with a sloppy kiss.

You helped him out of the rest of his sweaty clothes, your hands unveiling the massive chest tattoo. You trailed your fingers up from his wrist to his shoulder, following the lines of the artwork before arriving at his chest.

“Your tattoos are so sexy, attorney,” you whispered as you outlined the intricate details of the tattoo with your fingernail.

You laid your hand flat over the mechanical heart tattoo and looked into his darkened eyes, the man biting his lower lip to keep himself the slightest bit together, his chest swelling under your palm.

“Y/N,” Mingi said roughly as he took your hand in his. He brought your hand down to his clothed crotch to feel his massive, hardened cock, your eyes widening as you it slowly dawned on you that Mingi may have more than just one big surprise. “I’m warning you. I’m not going to hold back.”

“Don’t.”

Mingi visibly shivered. He quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes and stood before you in all of his glory, his immense, veiny, raging red cock twitching the closer he got to you. Pinning you down to the table, Mingi placed one hand alongside your waist, the other stroking his cock and rubbing the tip against your folds. You desperately wanted to tell him to just hurry up, but if he came at you with his full force from the get go, you felt like you would definitely tear into two pieces. So, you let him go at his own pace.

He only pushed the tip in first, and once he had his hands on either side of you, he sank a good majority of his cock into you gingerly before suddenly thrusting the rest of himself into you. Your hands went to his hair and neck, and you dug your nails into him while letting out a wail, his cock somehow getting bigger as it throbbed inside you.

Honestly, you were in a little pain, but that didn’t change the fact that the rest of your body desperately wanted him to move, and you wanted him to move fast. Heck, you wanted him to fuck you to the point that you wouldn’t be able to think straight. And Mingi understood that when you looked at him with teary eyes and parted lips. He grasped your waist and began to fuck you fast and hard, your back pressing so hard into the table that you thought you were going to leave an imprint of your ass on it— in the most literal sense, Mingi fucked you into the table exactly as you expected him to.

The table creaked under you as Mingi lowered himself so that his chest was pressing against yours. He moved his hand from your waist to the back of your head and clenched your hair in his tight grasp, his sloppy kisses and tongue violating your mouth. He moved up slightly, allowing his cock to delve deeper into to, and with a very specific intense rut, he hit your cervix. You clenched immediately, and you broke off the kiss as you let out a loud, crying moan, your arousal spraying out of you and onto the table; and you clenched so hard that Mingi could barely pull out— the feeling of your walls squeezing his penis tightly made him orgasm immediately. He pulled out and came hard all over your chest and stomach, ropes of cum trailing along your body.

You thought that would be it, that he would clean you up and call it a day. But no, he was far from over, especially after seeing his white stickiness dripping down your skin. He quickly shoved his cock back in you, making you choke out a moan. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the table, your own arms and legs wrapping around him as you clung to him in fear of him dropping you to the ground.

He did drop you, but that was only when he walked you into his office and slammed your back into the shelves of document boxes, the fixture wobbling and nearly dropping some of the boxes. He brought one of your legs up and fucking you relentlessly, the shelves squeaking and creaking with every one of his insane thrusts. Little profanities would slip under his breath occasionally when he felt his waist slam into yours at just the right angle. Stars started filling your vision when he grabbed your breast and massaged it, your nipple rubbing in between his squeezed fingers.

“M-Minngh-gi,” you moaned as you felt your climax nearing. “C-Cumm—”

He cut you off by grabbing your cheeks and kissing you passionately. He didn’t have to say it, but you knew what he was telling you. Wait.

Quickly pulling out, Mingi spun you around so that your chest was pressing into the shelves, and he quickly re-entered you, his waist ramming into your ass with so much force that your knees nearly buckled. You wanted to scream and cry, but your mouth was stuffed with his fingers, so the only thing you could do was moan and suck on his fingers to keep your moans to a minimum. And despite him silently wanting you to hold out, you couldn’t last much longer— his hand moved from your waist down to your crotch, and his fingers rubbed your clit at the same pace as his thrusts, your eyes rolling to the back of your head because of the stimulation.

You came fully when Mingi pulled out of you, making you squirt all over the carpeted flooring beneath you. Had your mind not been swirling with hormones and lust, you would’ve been mortified that you soiled the managing partner’s carpet, but instead, you sighed loudly, letting the pleasure wash all over you.

The man didn’t give you a break. He turned you around and carried you once more to his couch. He sat down, making you straddle his waist. Hurriedly, he rubbed his cock against your folds and forcibly sat you on his lap, his cock shooting through you. Your vision went white as you came yet again, the man underneath you chuckling at the sight of you flinging your head back and gripping his shoulders so hard that your nails left imprints in his skin.

You thought he was going to say something dirty, something to make you slightly embarrassed but more horny. Instead, he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you again, his other hand guiding your waist and making you bounce on his dick. He kept pulling you into him to the point where your hands were pinned on either side of him on the cushions of the couch.

His cock was moving through you at an angle that made him rub against your G-spot repeatedly, and it took everything in you to not cum again because, dear God, if you came again, you would just fucking collapse. Luckily, Mingi seemed to notice your struggle, because he flipped you so that you were laying on the couch and he was thrusting into you from above, his sweat dripping down his face and body at a steady pace, his couch completely coated in his and your sweat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Mingi’s voice rumbled as he looked at you with the devilish look in his eyes. “How are you still so fucking tight? You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum inside,” you panted out, another orgasm rapidly approaching you. “Fill me up, Attorney Song.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He rammed his waist into yours and came inside, his cock throbbing and twitching as his seed filled you up. You came again as well, your walls squeezing more cum out of him.

When he pulled out, his cum nearly spilled out of you, but he quickly moved his head down to your crotch and collected whatever wouldn’t stay inside you on his tongue. You watched as he brought himself back up to you, his tongue coated with his and your cum. Before you knew it, he was kissing you, his tongue tangling with yours to give you a taste and transfer his cum into your mouth.

A line of cum and spit connected your tongues when Mingi moved away to see your fucked out face and the mix of cum now in your mouth.

“Swallow,” he demanded in a low voice; you obeyed immediately. “Good girl.”

Dammit. He shouldn’t have said that because now you were turned on all over again. You wiggled below him slightly as you tried to calm yourself down, but the lawyer knew you weren’t done with him yet. He rubbed his hand against your cunt and traced light circles around your clit while you reached for his half-hard cock and rubbed him until he was fully erect again.

“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he whispered teasingly.

“No, sir.”

“You want more, don’t you?”

“I need more.”

#ateez #ateez mingi #song mingi #mingi smut #mingi x reader #song mingi ateez #mingi ateez #broatz #cromernet

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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For the requests: Steve has a good relationship with his parents & when they come back from wherever & someone (Nancy/Robin) tells them about the UD & his parents react by calling out every single adult involved. Maybe he got badly hurt, & they were called in & upon finding out they call out Joyce, Hop, Owens & Murray for the way no adult inthese kids lives had any clue about what their kids were going through. Nor were their parents given notice esp bc having underaged kids sign NDAs is not legal nor legally binfing (Maybe all the parents of the party kids are there and get all the info just like the Harrington's)

MY DARLING! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! HONESTLY this one hit different. You know how much I love making Steve suffer and when he has good parents, a lot of his suffering disappears. But it was nice to branch out a bit. Also finally some common sense! KIDS SHOULD NEVER BE SIGNING AN NDA THEMS THE FACTS! Steve's parents are here to fight for everyone so WELCOME TO THE CHAOS OF STEVE'S OVERPROTECTIVE LAWYER PARENTS! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve Harrington had managed to avoid the hospital for years. Not because he shouldn’t have gone, but because he refused to go.

But this time, he was unconscious, which means he didn’t have a choice.

And now, staring at his parents’ shocked and appalled faces next to his bed, he realized he wished he’d just died, actually.

“This happens…often?” Anne Harrington asked Dr. Owens, who looked like he wished he was also dead.

“It does happen more often than we like. But it appears to be fixed now! Steven has been a wonderful asset to us, which is why we want to make sure he is comfortable and all his medical expenses are paid.”

He handled that well, Steve thought.

“And this is the first time anyone has bothered to call us?” Richard Harrington asked much too quietly.

That was his ‘I’m about to lose my shit’ voice and Steve didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“I do apologize, we had to deal with enough NDAs as it is,” Dr. Owens replied, not realizing that he was speaking to two lawyers who were about to ruin his life.

Steve let his head rest against the pillow of the hospital bed, sighing.

“At what age did Steve sign his first NDA?”

“I believe he was 16.”

“And did he have a lawyer present?” Anne didn’t wait for a response before continuing. “I can tell you he didn’t. We’re his lawyers and we were not even called. Are you the one in charge of this shitshow?”

It wasn’t often Anne Harrington said a curse word. Steve only ever heard it a handful of times, usually after hanging up with a client who would lose their case.

“I am one of the people who is tasked with this, yes. But if you don’t mind, I need to check in with a few people before I can truly devote time to this conversation.”

“Oh, please. Continue on with your day. Don’t mind us sitting next to our son in the hospital.”

Dr. Owens sighed, knowing this fight was barely even starting, and left the room.

Steve’s parents turned to him.

“How many concussions have you had?”

“Why didn’t you call us?”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Will this happen again?”

The questions were too much, and Steve’s head was pounding. He couldn’t do this right now.

“Hopper.”

“Jim Hopper? I thought he died.”

Admittedly, his parents had been out of town for a while. They didn’t know Hopper was back as of a few months ago, and probably didn’t realize he’d taken over as chief again.

“He didn’t. He’s around here somewhere.”

“He knew about all this?”

“Mom, I love you, but my head is splitting down the middle. I need to stop talking.”

Anne slowly brushed her hand through his hair, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Of course, honey. We’ll be back soon. Do not sign anything without us here, okay?”

“Okay.”

His dad briefly touched his shoulder before they both left the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Until he was woken up by yelling.

Not just any yelling. Richard Harrington yelling.

If he wasn’t chained to the bed by an IV and blood transfusion bag, he would be up and in the hallway.

Apparently, he didn’t need to worry, though.

His mom came into the room, leaving the door open to the hallway so he could hear everything.

“I’m glad you’re awake, honey. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Who is he yelling at?”

“Every adult who didn’t bother to take care of you the way they should. Not just you, but all of these kids,” she said, tone more annoyed by the second.

“I don’t understand.”

“Honey, you’ve been protecting these kids in ways you never should have had to. All these adults who were involved never told any of us what was going on. They let you keep standing in the line of fire, getting hurt, seeing things you shouldn’t have to and never even bothered to call us. You signed NDAs with the government without parents or lawyers present. That alone is illegal, do you understand that?”

“So I’m in trouble?”

“Oh, honey, no. You’re not in trouble. Your dad’s having a few words with the chief and Dr. Owens.”

Steve tuned in to what was being said in the hall.

“I cannot fathom what you’ve done. Expecting these children to save this town, the world, and not even have their own parents know? Who are they supposed to turn to? You? And what have you done to help them? As far as I’m concerned, you should be arrested and imprisoned. If I have anything to say about it, you will!”

“Mom, can you please get him to stop? I know he’s upset, but Hop really protected us a lot, okay? And Dr. Owens was just doing his job.”

“A lot of people have just been doing their jobs instead of considering that maybe children shouldn’t be responsible for defeating actual monsters.”

Well. Yeah, she did have a point there.

“Where is everyone?”

Anne sat on the edge of his bed, holding his hand, running her thumb along the back of it.

“The Munson boy is in the room next door, he’ll be okay. Robin is home with her parents. Most of the kids are now with their parents, but that Sinclair boy is still being watched for concussion symptoms.”

Steve sighed with relief.

No one was lost. Everyone had pretty minor injuries. Maybe he was able to protect everyone.

“That Dustin boy is relentless,” Anne said with a smile. “He really looks up to you.”

“Yeah, he’s like a brother to me.”

“His mom didn’t know about any of this either, did she?”

Steve thought about it.

Honestly, she probably had some idea. Maybe not of the real details, but she had to know Dustin was involved in something he couldn’t talk about. Same with most of the parents.

But Steve’s parents were gone a lot. Their main office was in Boston, and they would often have to travel around the country for their clients. He was used to not seeing them, only getting to talk to them on the phone once or twice a week.

It’s easy to hide shit over the phone, and when they did manage to make it home, the Upside Down monsters were safely tucked away underground.

They had no way of knowing anything was wrong. He did it on purpose, just like all of the kids did.

Even without signing the NDAs, he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t have told their parents.

“I think we just thought we were protecting you guys.”

“Honey, it’s not your job to protect us. It’s our job to protect you.”

She looked so sad.

Steve didn’t want her to be sad.

“Mom, you couldn’t have done anything. And we’re all safe.”

His dad walked in the room, face red. He closed the door behind him and ran his hand over his face.

“Doctor said Steve can go when the nurse comes to disconnect him from everything soon,” he said, coming to sit in the chair by his bed.

“That’s good news. We’ll get you home and settled. We canceled our flight out so we can stick around for a while and make sure you’re okay,” Anne said with a smile.

“You guys don’t have to cancel your trip. Your clients need you.”

“Not as much as you need us, son,” Richard said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’ve handled it before, though.”

“And you shouldn’t have. Trust me, this town, the government, they’ve got a shit storm coming and I’m leading it,” his dad huffed.

A knock interrupted Steve’s response, the door opening slightly before they answered.

Eddie.

“Steve? You okay?”

Steve’s parents looked at the door, then back at Steve, who was doing his best to hide the fond smile on his face.

It wasn’t working though, not when he saw the way Eddie was trying to take inventory of his injuries from across the room.

“You can come in, Eds.”

“Who’s this, honey?” Anne asked.

“This is Eddie.”

“Oh! You poor thing. I heard all about what you’ve been through. Let me just say, if we had caught wind of it earlier and knew you were Steve’s friend, we would’ve been representing you in court,” Anne rushed to say, her hands fluttering over Eddie’s when he got next to the bed.

Eddie’s wide eyes would have been amusing if Steve didn’t worry that he might run for the hills at the care his parents showed.

“Uh. Thank you?”

“Do you need anything right now? Do your parents need anything?” Richard asked, sitting forward in his chair, business face on.

“Um, just me and my uncle, but no. I’m heading home, but wanted to check on Steve before I go.”

“Of course! You guys are close friends?”

It was an innocent question. His parents just liked to know who was in his life, that’s all. But Eddie looked at him with panic written all over his face.

Steve gave him a small smile, then turned to his parents.

“Actually, he’s my boyfriend.”

They were quiet for a moment, which Steve expected. No matter how well he thought they’d take it, he knew it would be a shock.

But his parents didn’t let him down.

“How long have you been together, Steve?”

“Since March. Four months?” He watched as Eddie started to back away, probably expecting the worst.

Anne smacked Steve’s arm, forgetting for a moment that he was in the hospital for a reason.

“Sorry,” she said before crossing her arms. “You’ve had a boyfriend for four months and didn’t tell us? We could have come back and arranged dinner to meet him. I’m so sorry our son is rude, Eddie. He wasn’t raised that way, I assure you.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Um. What’s happening right now?”

“We’ll be home for a while to make sure Steve is alright. We’d love to have you over for dinner soon. With your uncle if you’d like,” Richard added as Eddie just stared between them.

“What do you like? I just got a new cookbook that has so many European dishes I want to try. Are you a fan of Polish food? You know what, no, what about Greek? We haven’t had good Greek food in so long.”

Steve was laughing, he couldn’t help it.

“Steve, what the hell is going on here?”

“Eddie, that’s my mom, Anne, and my dad, Richard. They’re kind of the best, and apparently they want you and Wayne to come for dinner. Think you can find time in your schedule?”

“Uh.”

“Oh dear. Do you have a concussion? They should monitor you kids better,” Anne worried, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks and look in his eyes. “Should I get a nurse?”

“No, mom, he’s okay. He just expected you two to freak out.”

“About what?”

“The fact he’s a man.”

“Oh! I do suppose that’s a reasonable concern.”

“Eddie, let me ask you this: do you make Steve happy?” Richard asked.

“I think so.”

“And he makes you happy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then it sounds like we have no reason to be upset. Now, dinner? Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Okay.”

Steve laughed loudly.

“Eds, come here,” Steve gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie moved next to the bed, his arm bandaged, and a new cut with stitches in it on his forehead.

“Closer.”

Eddie leaned in.

Steve leaned up and kissed his lips. Just a quick peck, just enough to get the point across that this was really okay and really happening.

“Tomorrow at 6?” Steve asked before he pulled away completely.

Eddie nodded.

“And please bring your uncle, we need to discuss our plan for a lawsuit on behalf of all of you,” Richard spoke up from his chair.

“Oh. Yes, sir.” Eddie pulled away from the bed, nervously playing with his rings.

“Richard is fine, son.”

Eddie was blushing, which Steve was absolutely going to make fun of him for later.

“See you tomorrow, then?” Eddie asked awkwardly.

“Love you, Eds.”

“Oh. Uh. Yep. Love you too, Stevie.”

He raced out of the room, leaving Steve and Anne laughing quietly.

“Poor boy. Didn’t know what to do, did he?”

“No, I think he isn’t used to a positive reaction when people find out about him.”

“His uncle knows about you two, though, right?”

“Yeah, Wayne’s been great.”

“Good. Well, I’m going to find a nurse so we can go home. You should be comfortable in your own bed.”

“And I am going to make a quick call to my buddy in Chicago to see if he can pull some information on this Owens guy. We have a lot of work to do.”

Steve was used to this. For some kids, maybe this wasn’t good parenting. Maybe his parents being gone for a lot of his life had a negative impact.

But Steve never doubted how much they loved him. They still came home for every birthday, every Christmas. They still managed to take a family vacation every year. They gave him everything he needed and most of what he wanted. They supported him through everything, the proof right here in front of him now.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #steve harrington has good parents for once!!!#and they're about to fuck shit up!!!#ficlet #request

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ash5monster01 · 3 months

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hihi, for ur requests could u do 15/20 for steve harrington/joe keery (you can choose which) ? with an emphasis on plus size reader pleaseee

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Valentines Celebration Prompt

Paring: Joe Keery x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: nudity, body image issues, language

20. The last thing you want to do is leave your apartment on Valentine’s Day and see all the happy couples but instead you discover your neighbor across the hall has been locked out with only a towel around his waist.

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Being a bigger girl meant never celebrating a Valentine’s day. Normally you were single and if you did have a boyfriend, somehow the relationship never overlapped with the holiday. So the last thing you wanted to do was step outside this apartment and see all the happy couples handing each other red teddy bears and boxes of chocolates. You wanted to love the holiday, oh so desperately, but how could you when you were never the one receiving stuffed bears and chocolates? Instead you went to the store after Valentines and bought all the half off candy for yourself.

So knowing you only had to hold out for one more day of this torture you prepared to open the door to your apartment and find romance on the other side. Instead, you’re met with a bare ass that has you yelping out loud and turning around. The boy jumps and turns, trying to use as much of the small towel around his waist to cover himself.

“God, I’m so so sorry. I just, I got locked out. I figured everyone would be gone at work” he profusely apologizes and you slowly rub at your eyes, now preferring to see all the hearts decorating the streets.

“Yeah, I have the day off. Can I ask how you even got locked out like that?” you question, still refusing to turn around and look at him.

“I was grabbing my mail, the door swung close and apparently I never unlocked it” he said and you can hear the clink of the metal mailbox hung on the wall by his door.

“You needed the mail so desperately you came to get it in a towel?” your voice has a teasing tone and you can hear the boy sigh behind you.

“I just got my script delivered. I was a little excited” he explains, voice defeated and shoulders hung low.

“Is it safe to look?” you ask, tired of staring at your kitchen table as you talk with the boy.

“Everything that can be covered, is covered” he answers and you turn around, met with shaggy hair and a lopsided smile leaned against his door. A striking white towel covering him from his happy trail to just above his knee caps. You’d be lying if the sight of his chest hair didn’t make you want to run your hands through it.

“Well neighbor, let’s get you inside before Miss Johnson down the hallway is also greeted with your bare ass. You can borrow some sweatpants while I call the super” you urge, hand waving him inside and the surprise that crossed his face is an adorable sight to see.

“Thank you, oh my gosh thank you!” he grins, shuffling towards your door and once he’s inside you shut it behind him, avoiding seeing any bareness again at all costs.

“I’ll be right back” you say, going into your room and finding black sweatpants amongst the huge pile in your room. Normally you wouldn’t want a handsome man like that to discover you more than likely wear the same size or possible even bigger than him but you also couldn’t leave him bare naked and alone.

“You’re the best” he says as you return with the sweatpants in hand and all you can do is nod.

“Bathrooms first door on the right, I’ll call Jim. He owes me a favor anyway so it shouldn’t be long” you tell him and he nods, shuffling down the hallway while you pull the phone out of your pocket and find the number.

Jim the super answers after only a few rings and when he hesitates to come right away you remind him exactly why he should come this instant to which he agrees after saying he was only ten or so minutes away from the building. You could handle ten minutes alone with the handsome neighbor, right? Yet you don’t believe you can when he finally returns from the bathroom now clad in your black sweatpants, chest and broad arms on full display with the white towel now hung over his shoulder.

“What’d he say?” the handsome boy asks and you smile and shove your phone in your pocket.

“He’s on his way, should only be about ten minutes. You want coffee or anything?” you ask and he smiles before nodding. You don’t hesitate to move to the machine and start brewing a fresh batch for you two to share.

“I’m Joe by the way” he says, taking a seat at the counter as you free two mugs from the cupboard.

“Nice to meet you Joe, you live here long?” you say after telling him your own name. You ask because to be honest you don’t remember him and based on his looks he is definitely someone you would remember.

“Two months I think, I’m away for work a lot though” he says and you nod, leaning against the counter.

“Explains why we haven’t met. I’m usually pretty good about keeping up to date with newbies around here” you tell him and Joe laughs lightly.

“Well I’m sorry we had to meet like this” he offers and you shake your head, waving a hand at him.

“Don’t worry about it. We used to have a guy that flashed people intentionally. Miss Johnson pressed chargers and he got booted fairly quickly. I just figured your girlfriend locked you out for forgetting Valentine’s day or some shit” you say with a snort and Joe laughs heartily.

“Is that your way of asking if I have a girlfriend?” and a deep blush covers your cheeks because that really wasn’t what you had meant but you’d be lying if you weren’t curious as well.

“No, actually. There’s just not many other reasons for me to find a bare ass in the hallway” you say and now he’s the one blushing, embarrassment filling him completely.

“No girlfriend, just not a very well thought out guy is all” he says and you crack a grin at that. “What about you, on your way to see your boyfriend for Valentine’s huh?”

“No boyfriend and in no mood to celebrate Valentine’s Day” you offer and his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you with curiosity.

“What, get your heart broken on Valentine’s day or something?” he asks, a hand coming up to run through his hair and you chuckle.

“No, try never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s day” you say with the shake of your head, finally moving to fill two cups now that the coffee was done brewing.

“That feels like a lie” he says and you give him a confused look, sliding the fresh mug across the counter and pushing cream and sugar his way.

“No lie here, not many men want to date women like me” you tell him once you’ve done up your coffee the way you like and take a sip.

“Well I find that hard to believe because from my side of things I’m a little disappointed I never realized how gorgeous my neighbor was” his words catch you so off guard your spluttering coffee back into your cup and coughing lightly. He wears a concerned look as you calm yourself down.

“I mean no offense but I don't appreciate flattery if it's not honest" you say, napkin wiping the stray coffee drops on your chin.

"Who says I'm not being honest, I have no reason to lie especially after you just caught me in a very vulnerable state and was kind enough to help me out" and the intensity in his eyes proves that what he is saying holds a truth to them you had never quite experienced before.

"You're serious?" you say, possibly ruining your chances with this attractive man even further but he doesn’t falter one bit.

"You're surprised?" he says with a soft chuckle, a bit bewildered by his neighbor. He had flirted with many girls in a life time but he had never ha one react quite like you.

"Yes, I'm surprised. I'm a big girl, I normally get looked over or in worst cases harassed. I never get told I'm gorgeous" you say with a soft shake of your head and the breathy chuckle that falls from his lips is one of surprise.

'Well then you haven’t quite found the right man yet because you’re gorgeous. In fact I figured I didn’t have a chance after how you found me this morning" the soft blush the boy wears on his cheeks is authentic and suddenly you’re a bumbling idiot unsure of what to say because to be honest you don’t recall a man ever flirting with you.

“You didn’t ruin it, I mean you have a chance. Not that I’m actively looking, but the sight wasn’t terrible. Oh God why did I say that, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this, you’re very kind. I’m a-“

“Hey, the doors open” Jim’s voice bellows through the door after a hard knock.

“Thank you Jim” you call back and now the sweet boy is standing from his seat and you’re hoping you haven’t ruined things to far.

“I better get some of my own clothes on. Thank you for saving me. Maybe we could see each other tonight, let me return these sweatpants?” and you’re grinning, more comfortable with him then you ever expected.

“Yeah, I would like that a lot” you say and he smiles, taking one more sip of coffee before heading towards the door.

“I’ll see you” he says with a soft smile before disappearing behind the door completely and you curse yourself for being such a fool. You knew you had to redeem yourself.

So when he stops back later that night in his own grey sweats and black T-shirt you try your best to stay cool. Which seemed to have worked when he kisses you goodbye. Valentine’s day turned out to not be such a bust after all.

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isa-ghost · 1 month

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If you're still doing Philza headcannons, how about some specifically about Phil, Chayanne, and Tallulah? I miss the kiddos...

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(NOT) SINGLE DAD EDITION LETS GO

Those two are the light of his fucking life ok. If you were someone that had something against him, they're how you get to him. They're how you hurt him. He will do ANYTHING for them. He'll kill his friends, he'll fly on broken wings, he'll die for them. Nothing matters more than those two kids.

He's not typically a very physically affectionate person. But to the kids? Suddenly he's a cuddler. Suddenly he's head kisses and carrying them on his hip just because he can. Suddenly he's braiding hair and painting nails and playfully tormenting them with tickles. They flip a switch in his brain.

Nothing could ever make him waver on how proud of them he is. Both of them. Chayanne so brave and strong, stressed to the teeth like his dad but persevering like a true warrior. Tallulah is so loving and open, even in the face of so much pain and adversity. She's been through so much, largely alone, and yet she still has the strength to smile and be silly after everything. Ideally he wishes they would've never experienced any pain at all, but Quesadilla says Damn You All

Chayanne & Tallulah can make him laugh until his stomach hurts, and they can do it faster than friends he's known for YEARS. Tallulah especially is the queen of comedic nonverbal timing. All it takes is a certain look with a slow turn after Phil says something stupid and he's Dying.

His favorite thing is when either of them fall to pieces emote bc smth stupid happened. Or whenever they Orange Justice after smth fucked happens.

Listen. LISTEN. Don't be fooled by this man. He LOVES adventures with the kids. He loves them. The reason he refuses to venture out with them or go dungeon raiding with them super often is because survivalist brain is like if the worst happens, the Feds do not have your back. If you lose the kids you have nothing much to live for on this island. Do not risk their lives, even if it sounds fun.

He fucking loves watching the kids talk to the other eggs. The constant taptaptaptaptap of signs being placed while they chat together makes him giggle. He also loves watching them just crouch and silently communicate.

Dude Rose's love for the two of them makes his heart so full. Like legit the first time she told him "they're under my protection" he nearly cried. And not just from relief that they'd be safe from EK.

And related: Oh my GOD does he fucking love the term "fledglings" for them. It's SO CUTE. Rose was so right for that. Something about it drives home the thought of "these are MY kids" even more. He just 🥺

Chayanne's mask reminds him of Techno's boar one sometimes and it makes him wanna cry /pos. If Chayanne ever mentions being guided by Techno's spirit to fight EK Phil will never recover

He loves this "new era" of Tallulah, between her cutting her hair short a while back and now dying it + changing her hat. It feels like she's getting more independent despite everything and considering Phil used to have to Really hover around her to help her out, he's the world's proudest papa about it

He's told them stories about all the hardcore gods (that he knows of) at this point. Rose bc ofc he did. EK bc he kinda had to. The others bc at this point he's expecting them to poke their heads around at one point or another too. Chayanne loves Blaze. Tallulah still loves Rose the most. She's gone on a rant about "Papa how the fuck is Ocean Overlord a god when he fumbles things so badly???" He wishes he knew, Tallulah.

He wants to take them on a flight so bad it hurts. Literally. He's more angry EK fucked up his wings maybe permanently bc he robbed them of that than he is that EK did it to spite him.

He really really really hopes they do hatch some day and become lil dragon hybrids bc then he can watch them fly and teach them how to do it well (the best he can while he's grounded) (he might get a little envious)

He fucking LOVES sparring with the kids. He goes easy bc he's insanely skilled and experienced compared to Two Literal Children but they catch on and improve So Quick and it makes him so unbelievably proud and excited to see them demonstrate their skills in a real (hopefully non-lethal) situation.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #q!chayanne #q!tallulah #chayanne the egg #tallulah the egg #qphil headcanons

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Prefacing this by admitting I'm at the whims of hyperfixation when it comes to fandoms and I am apparently incapable of sticking to one. My interest in DMC came back and I have too many feelings about Vergil.

Vergil x GN Reader

summary: Vergil is there to protect you when a demon unsuspectingly threatens your life. content/warnings: SDT Vergil, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending (aka the only angst I will write) semi-fluff?

A sudden flash of steel enters your vision. Before you can so much as make a sound, a shadow is beside you. Vergil’s Sin Devil Trigger, Yamato clenched tightly between his claws as the blade clashes with a demon’s scythe-like arms. A sharp hiss rumbles in the demon’s throat as one of its bladed arms bounces harmlessly off of Yamato, though Vergil remains almost still. The only movement coming from his tail, as it wraps around your waist, ushering you behind him. The wings on his back stiffen, before unfurling slightly as the opposing demon rears back for another attack.

As if to shield you should the demon reach for you instead.

Unable to see past his Sin Devil Trigger’s bulk, you can only remain still behind him as both combatants let out a low growl. The demon screeches as it attacks. Vergil remains still, until his arms thrust forward in an instant. You hear the sound of the Yamato piercing flesh, followed by the demon’s cry of agony, gradually fading into blood-soaked gurgles as it’s split open by Yamato.

A thud rings in your ears as yourr would-be attacker falls to the ground, lifeless after a single thrust from Yamato. The tail coiled around your waist tightens its grip slightly, his shoulder still stiff, his grip on Yamato unrelenting even after the threat has passed.

You call out his name to no avail. His head doesn’t even turn to glance behind him. Whether it’s because he didn’t hear you or he’s ignoring you. you aren't entirely sure.

“Vergil!” You call out again, louder this time.

His tail squeezes you again, but still, he refuses to move. Without thinking, you reach forward, your hand touching one of his arms. You barely have an opportunity to feel the shudder that runs beneath his scales before he suddenly turns to face you. Blood is splashed across his face, his jaws parted slightly as his chest heaves. The glowering blue of his eyes slowly fades as he recognizes you, his grip on Yamato relaxing as he finally lowers the blade. Though his tail remains tightly coiled around your waist, unwilling to let go.

You swallow, your fingers curling gently around his arm. “I-It’s gone now, Vergil. I’m here, I’m safe.” Your voice comes out softer than you intend, but it still seems to reach him. Gradually, you feel the iron grip of his tail begin to loosen, one of his wings adjusting to drape itself over you. His eyes still glimmer their familiar molten blue, but less intense than before.

A soft growl rumbles in his throat before his tail finally uncoils itself from your waist. You release his arm as a shroud of darkness engulfs him. After a moment, the shroud fades, leaving Vergil standing before you once more. Now as the man you fell in love with all those moons ago, rather than his inner demon made manifest.

He remains silent, his expression as impassive as ever. And yet, you can see the familiar heaviness in his eyes. The weight of his nightmares on him when they become even too much for him to bear.

You close your eyes, loosening your inner restraint as you embrace him tightly.

He stiffens beneath your hands initially, before gradually returning your embrace. He brings your head to rest against his chest. A long-held breath escapes him as you gently nuzzle against him.

“I’m here now, Vergil.” You murmur softly, a similar heaviness filling your own eyes now as you will tears not to fall right now. “I will... I will always be here with you.” He offers no verbal response, but brings a hand to the top of your head, his fingers gently running through your hair.

“I know, little one.” He murmurs after a long silence, his voice strained as his fingertips scratch lightly against your scalp. You hum softly in response, knowing in your heart this is as vulnerable as he can be with you out in the open like this. It does not matter if any of the surrounding people fled at the glimpse of the first demon, let alone his Sin Devil Trigger. That feeling of being exposed still remains, a feeling that is all too familiar to you too.

“Let me take you home. You should rest after today.” He says, the strain no longer present in his voice. Gradually, he loosens his grip around you, letting you slip from his embrace as you give him a curt nod. You bring one of your hands to his own, gently squeezing it before he begins to guide you through the now barren streets.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc x reader #vergil x reader #devil may cry x reader #experimenting with a different format #consistency still remains an enigma to me

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lovelynim · 11 months

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The One That Got Away

Honkai: Star Rail - Sampo x Gepard

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fresh-thomato!!!! I couldn't refuse such a request from my biggest supporter, huehuehue. You are one of the best people I met in this site and I really hope you like this!

It's already june 15th in Brazil, so I don't want to waste a single second before giving you your gift hehehe

Happy birthday, my dear, hope you have lots of good moments and may all yours dreams come true!

Summary: Gepard needs to catch some sly mercenary, but things go completely out of hand.

Word count: 1865 words

Gepard massaged the side of his head with two fingers while he listened to his soldiers’ report about their current mission. He needed to remain calm, focused and, above all that, come up with a proper plan to catch that damned mercenary that has been causing all kinds of trouble to the silvermane guards lately.

“That’s all, sir,” the soldier said out loud before taking a step back to align with the rest of the group’s formation. Gepard nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he took a deep breath.

“Based on the reports, we know the target is somewhere inside the Administrative District. We need to act fast to cover the largest area as fast as possible,” the captain started, looking to his men as he continued to explain the plan he had just come up with, “splitting up seems like the best course of action under these conditions. Let’s divide our group into pairs and start searching.”

“B-but captain, sir,” one of his soldiers interrupted, “we are in 7, someone will end up alone.”

“And that will be me,” Gepard said, with a serious look on his face, “I’m more than enough to deal with some mercenary, so don’t worry about me.”

The rest of his men nodded, paying attention to their captain’s commands as he designated each pair to a different region while taking a different part of the city for himself. With the unit dispatched, Gepard started his patrolling.

Sampo Koski could play the fool as much as he wanted, but Gepard knew what the mercenary was capable of. After all, he wouldn’t have made this far if he didn’t. Truth to be told, the captain couldn’t help but to recognize how… good he was at this.

Crossing both the upper and the underworld, going through all kinds of security measures for his services… Sampo was a real headache. And that was exactly why Gepard felt like he should take the matter into his own hands.

Inspecting one alley after the other, the silvermane guard kept walking towards the edges of the city, already starting to wonder if his men had any more luck than him in finding the criminal.

Empty… empty… empty… where was he? This whole search was starting to feel more and more like a total waste of time. Were the reports wrong all this time?

But just when Gepard was about to turn around and walk back to the center of the district, a feeling of being watched made the captain stop. As he checked the end of the alley, he could spot someone - with blue-ish hair - peeking their head to look at him.

And just as they were caught, the figure hid itself. Gepard gritted his teeth, clenching his hand into a tight fist as he started running. “Hey, you! Stop right there!” He shouted, getting to that alley as fast as he could.

As he turned around the corner, however, the captain was met with a dead end. An empty dead end, to be more precise.

“What..?” He muttered, walking inside it as he looked around, searching for any clue of where that figure might have gone. They couldn’t have simply vanished out of thin air, could they? He placed his hand on the nearby wall, dragging it along as he walked, trying to find any secret device.

“Looking for someone, captain?” Sampo muttered close to the bottom of Gepard’s ear, his warm breath sending shivers down his neck. The captain widened his eyes, completely caught off guard.

With a swift move, Gepard turned around, trying to slam his clenched hand against the mercenary’s head. Yet, thanks to his previous unawareness of Sampo’s presence, the other man could avoid the strike with ease, quickly pinning Gepard’s hand against the wall where it landed.

“You!” Gepard groaned, about to move his other hand, but freezing in the middle of his action as Sampo thrusted his blade just inches away from his head, probably as a threat, the captain supposed.

“Oh, were you looking for me?” The mercenary grinned gently, standing in front of Gepard while keeping his hand pinned. “I’m flattered, captain, you know how much I love the attention.”

A faint blush spread across the blonde’s face at the comment. It would probably have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t for how close Sampo’s face was to his. “Unhand me this instant, Sampo Koski,” the blonde roared, gritting his teeth as he tried to intimidate the other and free his hand from his grip.

“Easy there,” Sampo insisted, chuckling nervously as he looked over his shoulder, “I just need you to wait… a few minutes before my client is done, you can do that for me, right, captain?”

“You are bold to ask me to cooperate with your schemes.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Sampo continued, checking his back every now and then, waiting for his client’s sign and looking out for any other silvermane guard.

Gepard sighed, taking his eyes up to his restrained wrist, trying to find an opening to turn the tables and arrest the mercenary once for all. Clenching his other hand, the captain waited for the right second to strike, just looking for an opening in the mercenary’s guard…

“This guy is sure taking his tim-”

As Sampo turned his head back to the silvermane guard he captured, he could catch a glimpse of an incoming punch towards his face. In the brief seconds he had to plan his reaction, all the mercenary could do was grab the first thing inside his reach and prepare for the incoming impact.

With his eyes closed shut and shoulders slightly scrunched up, he tightened his grip around Gepard’s pinned wrist and tried to block, or at least hold down, his other arm. However, he missed and ended up landing his hand against the captain’s side instead of the incoming punch, but at the very moment he touched Gepard’s body, an unexpected sound caught Sampo’s attention.

“GYAH-”

“H-huh?” Sampo opened his eyes, blinked in confusion as he looked back to Gepard, finding the captain with cheeks tainted by a pink tone from embarrassment and a crooked smile on his lips. His hand, that once was inches away from delivering a strong blow, was now tugging at his arm, trying to pry it off his body.

Looking down to his hand at the other man’s side, the mercenary squeezed the spot again, curious about that reaction.

“W-whahat are you- hnng!” Gepard choked on a giggle, trying his best to hold his reactions and push Sampo’s hand away from his body.

“Ohh…” Sampo hummed at his discovery, continuing to massage the captain’s side with enough pressure for him to feel through his thick clothing. Connecting the dots, the mercenary could only smile amused. “Who could think that tickling would protect me from captain Gepard himself?”

“S-shuhut up, you- ahAHa, s-stop this ahahalready!’ The blonde said, throwing his head back as a strangled fit of giggles left his lips, which were already cracking up into a bright, adorable smile.

“Oh, captain, I’d love to,” Sampo hummed pleased, tickling Gepard’s torso with ease, even through his attempts to block him, “but you didn’t want to collaborate when I asked you before, so it seems I need to make my request more… appealing to you, general, sir ~”

Gepard’s cheeks were getting redder and redder and laughter was managing to slip out of his mouth like a fountain. It was so… ridiculous! He tried to push the mercenary already, break free from his hold, but each stroke against his sides seemed to make him go weaker and weaker.

“AhaHAhah, enohohough!! S-Sahahampo!” Gepard giggled, unable to hold back the fit of laughter any further when the other man lowered his hand and started pinching his waist, holding it firmly while his thumb rubbed deep ticklish circles in a horrible slow motion.

Amused with the guard’s reaction, Sampo started to lower his guard as well, stopping the constant checking on how his client was doing and focusing all his attention on the giggly captain he had at his hands. “Oh, captain, sir, what a lovely way to use my name,” he teased, moving his hand around as he poked Gepard’s stomach, “it’s so different from the tone you use when you are chasing me ~”

The captain stomped his foot, trying to turn his body away from the devious hand that kept the ticklish onslaught going. Sampo definitely was crossing all the boundaries of their relationship - that shameless bastard… if only Gepard could get his hands on him.

“Y-yohohou will pahAHhay fohohor this!” He roared, but his angry facade crumbled in a matter of seconds, turning into an adorable, harmless smile.

“Oh, please, I’m not even going that hard on you, captain,” the mercenary said, leaning his face a little closer, nuzzling against Gepard’s cheeks despite the captain’s attempts to avoid him. “You are not even trying to escape anymore… Do you enjoy this kind of attention, sir? ~”

Those words made Gepard’s heart race, beating so fast that it could be heard even through the metal plates on his clothes. He gritted his teeth, turning his face away as it burned bright with embarrassment, not answering the mercenary. Of course, that also didn’t go unnoticed.

“My my, is this one of the secrets you hide behind your armors, captain?” Sampo whispered, hearing the blonde whine as he still refused to answer his questions, revealing an adorable stubbornness.

As Gepard’s laughter continued to flow freely, Sampo insisted on the topic, one question after the other, trying to get that confession from the captain. Still, he was answered with nothing but silence - well, not exactly silence since Gepard couldn’t stop giggling all the time, but - ah, you get it, right?

“Cat got your tongue, captain, sir?” Sampo mused, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Gepard’s trembling jaw line, making the guard try to scrunch up his shoulders to protect himself. “Guess I’ll have to tick-”

“Sampo!” A distant voice called for them - or, perhaps, was finally heard through the captain’s laughter. “I got it, let’s go!”

“What a shame… since timing is not on our side today, captain…” The mercenary said, kissing Gepard’s cheek before pushing himself away, letting the captain fall on his butt. “Until next time, sir.” Sampo said with a clear hint of affection in his voice, bowing as if it was some kind of curtain call.

“A-ah, stop… right there!” Gepard said, getting on his knees as he tried to get back up, “I-I’m not done with y-you!”

His empty threats, however, fell on deaf ears as the mercenary smiled, walking away before disappearing from his sight. With his heart still beating fast and cheeks tainted in red, Gepard stood up, patting his clothes to get rid of the dust and fix them. “That bastard…,” he muttered to himself, looking to the direction Sampo just went, but deciding to not follow it this time, “I guess… I could just say he got away,” he continued, slowly making his way back to the Administrative District while trying to process what in the name of Qlipoth just happened…

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail tickling #gepard landau #sampo koski #gepard x sampo #sampard #lee!gepard #ticklish!gepard #ler!sampo #happy birthday thomato <3 #love you #tickle fic

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melancholic-and-delusional · 1 year

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Hii! Will you do Dazai Cuddle Headcannons? <3

Cuddling Dazai Headcanons

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Dazai loves cuddling.

I think one of his main love languages is definitely physical touch, but he has to know someone really well and trust them fully to actually enjoy cuddling them.

If you end up in a relationship with him, then cuddles will be very frequent.

He's almost always in the mood for it.

He would stay in bed to cuddle with you even though you'll both be late for work.

He'd say something like "5 more minutes, love..." and then after half an hour, he'd still refuse to let you leave his grasp.

You can't really complain though, since his embrace is quite warm and comfortable.

His favorite thing to do after he's come back home from work with you is to plop down on the nearest couch or bed and, again, cuddle with you.

Bonus points if you play with his hair.

He'd pull you onto his lap whining: "I'm so glad we're finally home! I'm so tired!" yet he has barely finished a single report Kunikida had assigned him 2 weeks ago.

Oh, and he will cuddle with you in all kinds of positions.

He would sit you on his lap, he'd hug you from the back, he'd bury your head in his chest, he'd bury his head in your chest (one of his favourites, for sure), he'd lay between your legs or make you lay between his legs and more.

While cuddling, he also loves to talk with you.

The conversation topics vary between simple things like how your day has gone to some deep depressing vent, but in the end the both of you always feel better.

A lot of times though, your cuddling sessions turn into make-out ones.

One second, he's caging you in his hands, and the next, he is pulling you in for a kiss.

From friendly pecks, they turn into soft and passionate French kisses.

And after making out with you for at least half an hour, he might take things further if you're in the mood for it.

If you're not, however, he would stick to just holding you.

He also struggles going to sleep without you by his side.

He has to have at least one hand around your waist or holding yours in order to sleep comfortably.

Scenario:

You've just finished work, and you are heading home. Upon opening the door, you are greeted by your loving boyfriend, Dazai. He smiles as he sees you.

"Finally! I've been waiting so long for you to come back, my love!" he says and quickly hugs you.

"I thought you'd also be at work at this time"

"Well, I was sent home early today"

"Yeah, right!"

"And by that I mean I got bored halfway through the day. It's so exhausting being away from you~" he whined in your ear.

Suddenly, he grabs you by the hand and leads you towards your shared bedroom. Quickly, he pushes you onto the bed and falls next to you. Soon enough, he has you in a comfortable position. Your head is next to his chest, and he is playing with your hair, gently massaging your scalp. It feels heavenly. The both of you lie still like that for some time. His hand on your head is slowly ceasing its movement, and soon enough, you can hear him faintly snoring. With that, you quickly fall asleep yourself.

Thank you so much for reading! Hopefully, whoever requested this is delighted with my work. If you wish to request, feel free to do so (my rules are pinned).

#bsd #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fluff #dazai fluff #dazai x reader #bsd season 4 #bsd manga #osamu dazai

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galvanizedfriend · 8 months

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Fic: The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart

Summary: AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.

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About a year ago, Caroline met the worst guy ever.

No, really. The Worst.

Men are, as a general rule, pigs. If women were to make in-depth pro-versus-cons evaluations of every guy they met before deciding on whether to hook up with them or not - well. Let's just say the perpetuation of the human species would be in serious jeopardy.

There's only a handful of guys out there of a certain age, still single, who are really worth any woman's time, and Caroline hasn't had the pleasure of meeting many representatives of that rare, dying breed. Those are the real-life unicorns.

It doesn't help that Caroline seems to be a walking magnet for the dudebro kind. She doesn't know what it is about her that gets them to crawl out of sewers and holes in hell to greet her with their Hey there, gorgeous or Have I died and gone to heaven?s whenever she walks into a bar. It's probably the blonde hair. Men tend to get friskier around blonde women for some ancient misogynistic reason.

There have been moments in her life where her faith in the male half of humanity was so deeply shaken that she even - God forbid her - considered going a few shades darker. She's a natural blonde, though, and it takes her hours (and a small fortune) every few months at her colorist's chair to achieve that perfect sweet spot between kissed by sunshine and blessed by the angels for her to commit that crime against herself. Caroline's hair is the one part of her life that has remained absolutely flawless even when everything else around her has fallen apart, including her mental health and self-esteem. She refuses to dye it just because men can't bother to put some honest effort into updating their lame pick-up lines and yet, somehow, still expect her to have sex with them.

And the sad truth is, catch her on a bad night, and she just might. Horny melancholy is where a woman’s dignity goes to die.

It's exhausting to be a twenty-something woman in the XXI century. There's the pressure of making it in this godforsaken world as an adult, there's the pressure from society's understanding that a woman of her age should be looking for serious commitment with marriage in sight, and then there's also the pressure that stems from the very human needs of her hormonal body. It's a jungle out there.

Things would be so much easier if she didn't need men at all, not even for the specific parts of their anatomy that appeal to her. She really hopes next life brings her back as anything other than straight.

In the meantime, in this lifetime... The Worst Guy.

Caroline has met her fair share of jerks and idiots of all shapes and colors, so it takes something really special to shock her. As a seasoned woman in the woes of the dating market, she can 100% state that this guy is no ordinary asshole. This is a king among douchebags. And that's not just her personal opinion; she has shared the evidence with all her friends, and the friends of her friends, and all the women at her work, and even some random people at powder rooms at bars and parties. Basically, every woman in New York's grapevine who was willing to listen.

The collective response to her tale is always a disgusted gag sound, followed by Please, tell me you punched that son of a bitch or Did you gouge his eyes out with a hot poker?

If you discount abusive, aggressive and violent men, who are criminals and not in the same category as everyday lame-ass men, he really is The Worst.

Caroline doesn't like to say she's not over it yet because it implies bestowing a level of importance to His Royal Dickshness that is not merited. The guy was a friend of a friend - her best friend, yes, but still only a notch above a complete stranger. She’d known him for less than a week and, technically, they did no more than make out for a little bit, so it's not like they had any kind of relationship going on. He's not important, just some guy who did something astoundingly douchebaggy, even by someone whose standards are sadly low.

The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that reads Clarisse.

Read the full story here

For four years, this was known as Random Fic, and so if you have been following me here, you might have heard me whine about it at some point. I've just decided on the title ten minutes ago. lol I can't believe this is finally done!

Thank you @definedareasofuncertainty for hearing me talk about this for almost as long as you've known me and never telling me to shut up.

As always, your kudos, comments and reblogs mean the world and have been feeding my fic-writing soul for four years so that I could get a grip and round this up. ❤️ Ty and if you read it, hope you enjoy it!

#Klaroline #Klaroline fanfiction #Klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kc fic #kc fandom #klaus x caroline #yokan writes #yokan has the awful habit of posting fic in the middle of the night #klaroline shippers club #this is a long one folks so make sure you're comfy hydrated and have a snack

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hennyjwrites · 2 years

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Beth Finds Out Rio Has A Pregnant Wife

Rio pushed the cart through the grocery store, keeping a close eye as you waddled next to him. He would have rather taken this trip by himself but you refused to take no for an answer.

“I still think you need to be home mama.” He said, grabbing the container you were reaching for, throwing it in the basket.

“The house is boring Rio, when you and Marcus are gone I have nothing to do except watch tv.”You pout walking towards him.

It was true your swollen ass feet kept you from doing most things. You could barely bend over without ending up winded half way down.

“I know mama, but I would feel better knowing you were home, laying in bed, waiting for me to get to you, rub your feet…” he trailed on, trying to persuade you to let him take you home until you stopped him.

“You're not about to play me Rio.” You laughed, walking past him. He grabbed your upper arm, stopping your movements.

“Where’re you going?

“To the next aisle to get my favorite cookies, while you go get bread.” You rolled your eyes, but smiled at his protectiveness.

“I’m coming with you.” He said turning the cart around in your direction.

You placed your hand on his chest stopping him from moving.

“No you're not.” You began. “We’re one aisle apart in Rio, I think I can handle grabbing a pack of cookies.”

Even though you loved how protective Rio was of you, it was starting to become overbearing. He was everywhere you were. It came in handy sometimes when you needed help but other times it was too much.

“Yell if you need me.” He said through gritted teeth. He watched you walk down the aisle. “Grab my favorite mama.” You yelled ok, before turning the corner.

Rio grabbed the bread, ready to head back to you, when the familiar blonde hair caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes. He rolled his eyes already knowing the problem that was about to come.

“Rio! I’ve been calling you.” She spoke seductively. She had a hand carrier filled with groceries, clearly for the family who she was ready to risk just to have a taste of him. Her cleavage was on display trying to tempt him, but it clearly isn't working.

“I saw.” He said turning around ready to find you. He started to walk before Beth grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” She raised her voice clearly not wanting the conversation to be done with.

“Get the-“ Rio paused when he heard your voice say his name.

“Rio! I know you can hear me, I need help!”

He shrugged Beth off and walked quickly towards the sound of your voice. Beth followed behind him confused as to who cried out for his help.

“Who was that?” She asked but only got ignored as Rio only thought were you. He didn’t care about Beth Boland or anything else, just you and your guy's baby. He turned the corner before her, abandoning the basket and going to your aid

“Rio-“

She stopped when she saw the sight. You were sitting on the floor with two bags of cookies in your hand. You were calm but obviously done trying to get up because you were out of breath. She didn’t understand what was happening, she thought Rio was single.

“How’d you end up on the floor babe?” He asked, helping you stand up. He checked over you, as an instinct as you brushed yourself off.

“I didn’t realize they moved the cookies to the bottom shelf, so instead of attempting to bend over I sat down, but forgot I couldn’t get up after.”

Rio laughed, throwing the cookies into the cart before leaning down and kissing you on the lips. It was out of love and in hopes to get Beth to walk away.

Beth watched the scene in front of her turning red in embarrassment. She was a married woman flirting with a man with a girlfriend.

You noticed Beth standing there as Rio pulled away and smiled. You waddled over there helping her take a look at your pregnant beauty. She was jealous at how you were literally glowing. You still walked with grace, pregnant and all.

“Hey, are you one of Rio's friends?” You asked sweetly. You knew how to talk in code with friends, meaning business partner. You knew how much his reputation mattered with his job.

Before Beth could answer, Rio walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. “This is my business partner,” he turned towards Beth. “This is my wife Y/N, Elizabeth.”

You held your hand out to a shocked beth. While reaching for your hand she saw the Diamond rio had put on your finger. Her jealousy grew knowing that rio had a beautiful, pregnant wife.

“Nice to meet you.”

Rio smirked and gently pulled you away. “Cmon mama, I know your feet hurt and I want to cook your favorite meal tonight.” He leaned towards your ear but still spoke a little loudly making sure Elizabeth got the message. “And maybe have a little dessert after.” He kissed your cheek as you both walked away.

He turned around one more time as you both headed towards the register and looked at Beth.

“Imma catch you later Elizabeth, have a nice day.”

#rio x black!reader #rio x reader #black reader

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rosemary-morgan · 8 months

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Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 4) 18+

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Warning: Nsfw 18+! Very erotic stuff y'all, trigger moments, angst

Summary: The love between you had never stopped and your nights are now again marked by passion. But there is a dark secret that you can not tell Javier. Not yet, for it would break his heart. Now that you had found each other again, you didn't want to risk it all. But he has a right to know…

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 4) 18+

You still couldn't believe that Javier was standing in front of you. Just when you were about to throw all your hopes overboard, a small miracle happened. Javier's eyes sought your gaze and you could clearly see that he was afraid of your reaction. He was very tense, but how could you refuse him now? After you had so ardently wished that he would come and see you?

"I… um, Y/N, listen, I know… this…"

The words were stuck in his throat, because he really didn't know what to say. How was he supposed to find the right words either?

"I needed to see you, Y/N… But… I understand if you have finally lost your patience with me. I understand if…"

You approached him without words and the next moment you threw yourself into his arms. Full of relief, he closed his eyes, his arms immediately wrapped around your body and he hugged you tightly. He immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. God, how he had missed your lovely scent!

"Javier…"

Your voice trembled as you whispered his name. Your hands clawed desperately at his raven black hair as your tears ran unstoppably down your face. You heard Javier sigh softly, followed by a quiet sob before he swallowed.

"Y/N… I'm sorry…" he whispered against your neck and you could feel his tears wetting your skin. His warm, strong body nestled against yours made you feel safe and secure.

You looked straight into his eyes as he took hold of your tender face and begged you again to forgive him.

"Lo siento mucho, Y/N!"

His cheeks grew quite warm, the tears ran inexorably down his face. So much pain, so much sorrow and regrets were on his face. Too many emotions to cope with.

"I have caused you so much grief."

But instead of facing him with anger and hatred, you just smiled through tears. The time for scorn was long gone and everything you wanted, you now had. Your dearest Javier had returned.

Gently you placed your hands on his, your lips were so close, you could feel each other's warm breath.

"I've only ever thought of you, Javier. All these years…"

And that was when Javier couldn't take it anymore and without warning, he kissed her. Instantly, your knees went all soft, blissful lap through your whole body.

"How could I ever forget you?" whispered Javier, before kissing you longingly again, brushing the strands of your hair from your face.

Words of love filled your house and every single word came from the depths of your soul. From two people who had suffered immensely without the other. Neither of you ever wanted to be apart again.

"Te quiero! Te quiero mucho, Y/N! Yo nunca dejé de amarte!"

And you had never stopped loving him either. This moment seemed like a beautiful dream and you were so afraid of letting go of Javier. You were afraid that this beautiful moment could burst like a soap bubble. It wouldn't be bearable for you a second time.

"I love you, Javier."

Desperately you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and Javier held you tightly, enveloping you with his arms like the wings of an angel.

Suddenly he knelt in front of you, wrapped his arms around your middle and he pressed his face against your stomach, sighing heavily and you could feel that he was trembling. Javier could do nothing, his tears would not end. You lovingly stroked his black hair. Good God, how much time you had lost… how much had been taken from you…

When Javier looked up to you, his eyes were filled with warmth and trust. As his warm hands laid on your tender arms, you suddenly felt hot and deepest excitement shot through your body. His touch felt so damn good and you closed your eyes for a moment, your heart pounding like crazy.

"Javier…"

"Y/N…"

Javier whispered your name, rising from his spot. He stood close to you, his warm breath brushing your cheek. His hands squeezed your arms and you gasped, closing your eyes. A lustful sigh escaped your lips as Javier gently pressed your body against his.

"The nights were so cold… so lonely without you, mi rosa…" he whispered hoarsely against your lips and you thought you would lose your mind at any moment. Between your legs was tingling like crazy and you wanted, no, you needed his touch, his lips, his body…

His lips gently brushed your cheek and you could hear how aroused he was too.

"I've dreamed of this moment so many times, Y/N," Javier groaned in your ear and he closed his eyes, breathing in your seductive scent, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a deep sigh. Carefully you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting the wave of pleasure take you for good.

"The warmth of your body, the taste of your lips… I almost went crazy without you…"

His fingers ran over your arms as he said this.

"Javier…"

As his hand gently touched your cheek, you leaned into his touch. Javier had always been tender and you had missed that feeling so much. His beautiful eyes took in every little detail of your face. Your shapely lips, the long lashes and your eyes that shimmered with tears.

"Your touches, your kisses…. I missed them so much, Javier…"

And that was never to be again, Javier had told himself. Yet when your lips met, your kiss instantly ignited like a fire. Javier reached for the hem of your dress, pushing it up, his hand roaming over your bare thigh. You were wearing long white stockings, fastened with a small bow to hold to your thigh. His fingers gently clawed into your firm flesh, full of desire for you. He had always had a weakness for long stockings and he liked the idea of stripping you down to them and making love to you.

His lips detached from yours, rather he let his mouth slide over your throat. Moaning softly, you let your head fall back, enjoying this erotic moment.

"Ahh… Javier…" Your hands claw into his hair as Javier greedily tasted the skin on your throat, gently biting into your flesh…

♦♦♦♦

His beautiful, naked body resembled stunning marble; firm and strong, slender and desirous. His hands slid under the hem of your undergarment that covered your trembling body. Inch by inch he pushed it up, over your waist and stomach, until he had freed your beautiful breasts. Rosy nipples tightened under his gaze. His eyes grew dark with desire and Javier couldn't believe his luck. You lay before him, in the flesh. Beautiful and desirable!

After he had removed your undergarments, he carelessly threw it aside and you lay in the soft sheets dressed only in your white, long stockings. Biting your lips gently, you looked up at Javier, giving him a glimpse between your legs as you opened them for him. You could hear him inhale deeply, trembling with excitement.

"Oh, querida…"

Did you realize how crazy you were driving him? How much he desired you? His hands covered your tits, pressing them together. He lifted them to his lips as he lowered his head and his hair slid over your oversensitive, heated skin, while his mouth swallow one of the stiff nipples, kissing it first and then circling it with his tongue, making you moan with pleasure.

Javier continued, covering your other tit with tender bites. You squirmed helplessly, wishing he would lick your hot, throbbing pussy. To kiss it and give it the attention it needed right now. You could barely stand it anymore, so your hand slipped between your legs and you started caressing yourself. Javier noticed this immediately and he had to grin, rather he let your nipple slide out of his mouth with a smack. Slowly, he slid down on your body. Grabbing your hips, he lifted your hips to finally taste your sweet little pussy after such a long time. Completely captivated by your scent, Javier closed his eyes for a moment and breathed it in. You desperately whispered his name as you felt infinite pleasure at that moment. His tongue parted your folds, swapping between them and finding your clitoris. Slowly, ever so slowly, Javier circled the small, pulsating center of your desire. He alternated licking and sucking on you until he heard you lustfully call his name. It was like a sighing plea to finally take you.

Deeply his tongue plunged into your tight, wet opening, fucking you in a delicious way and you thought you were going to lose your mind.

"Javier…!"

Clutching at the pillow, you threw your head to the side, moaning with pleasure as your inner thighs began to quiver.

Your breasts rose and fell with each breath and Javier's dark eyes, looked up at you. He enjoyed the sight of your beautiful body, the expression of pure bliss on your face. His tongue ran in circular motions over your clit, sometimes faster and then slower. You could barely stand the feeling and you suppressed a loud moan, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. "Oh my god… ahhh…"

"Ahh… Y/N…"

Javier encircled your swollen pearl and he started sucking on it, stroking your thighs with his hands and as you reached into his hair, a deep growl came from his throat. His cock was perfectly hard and erect, pre-cum dripping from its tip, sliding slowly down his shaft. He could hardly stand it anymore, becoming more energetic in his actions as he also slid his fingers into your opening to fuck you with his fingers.

Briefly Javier had to swallow your nectar to continue and before you could think any further you came with a lustful moan, your back arching and Javier holding you tightly to his mouth so you could ride out your orgasm.

"Mi rosa… you are so beautiful…" he whispered, breathing a kiss on your inner thigh before sliding up to you, his warm, toned body resting on yours.

Javier grabbed his cock and made circular motions with the tip on your clit.

"Look at me, sweetheart…" he whispered, gently turning your face towards him and when you opened your eyes, Javier could see the tears in them. But he could tell that you were just happy at the moment.

"I want to look at you when I make love to you…"

"Javier…"

His words were as sweet as honey, his touches and kisses gentle as a bird's wings.

As his hand sought yours to intertwine your fingers, he guided his cock to your wet opening and you instantly took him in. With a deep, lustful moan on both sides, you looked into each other's eyes, saw the lust in each other's faces. A beautiful and very intimate moment for you.

You clawed almost desperately at his masculine back, almost as if you were afraid he might be taken from you again. But Javier felt the same way. The thought of letting you go again was out of the question for him.

"Mi amor… I love you…"

Your pussy was like velvet and you were hot and so wet… Javier thought he was losing his mind. He began to thrust himself inside you. Slowly at first, for he savored being so deep inside you. His throbbing cock filled you completely. "Ahh… you are so tight and so hot…. hssst… ahhh…" he moaned against your ear and he bit your earlobe. His voice had gone a notch deeper and darker and that made your body tremble with pleasure. His lips kissed your mouth as he moved rhythmically inside you and his scent clouded your senses. He smelled of leather, spicy lavender and tobacco…

The sound of his balls smacking against your wetness filled the room. Enveloped by your scent and your husky, lustful sounds, and after more powerful thrusts from Javier, he felt that he was about to climax and you too felt yourself tingling intensely between your legs. When his hand slipped between your bodies to caress your clit, your climax overtook you. Your body arched lustfully towards Javier and you clawed at his strong arms, seeking help, driving him crazy with the sight of your beautiful body. And finally he squirted his seed deep into your soft pussy, growling lustfully and closing his eyes as he thrust into you, trembling while riding out his climax.

You clung to each other in the soft sheets of your bed, enjoying this precious moment. Panting heavily, you lay on top of each other and Javier had his arms wrapped tightly around your body. You felt so desired, so loved… you had the feeling that you would always find protection in his arms. When his eyes searched your gaze, you smiled lovingly at him and Javier covered your face with tender kisses. Gently he kissed your cheek, your chin, your nose, your eyelids and finally your seductive mouth.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments; foreheads resting together and looking into each other's eyes, not wanting to lose the feeling of the other. This was a special moment for both of you….

♦♦♦♦

"Where have you been all these years, Javier?" you asked softly as you rested against his chest. It was such a pleasant silence that surrounded you both. The sun's rays fell directly on their naked bodies, mentioning you. The young man gently stroked your arm as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking about where best to start. He had been through a lot in the last five years, had made bad decisions. But after the decline of the gang, he too had been lost. For Javier, everything had been hopeless then.

"I was lost, mi rosa. I had made many, wrong decisions."

You listened to him, snuggling even closer to his chest, gently running your fingers over his skin.

"After the decline, I got into one shit situation after another. I didn't… didn't care about anything anymore, you know? I stole, killed to survive. I was just a shadow of my former self."

You could understand him well, and you knew Javier. He had a guilty conscience for all those things, but they were in the past now and you had to let them rest sometime. You were lucky to have Abigail and John as support. Otherwise, you would have been in a bad way after Micah and Dutch brought everyone to ruin.

"But I was given another chance. And this man is really like a father to me. He's given me a lot, shown me a lot."

He was talking about his boss, who had finally persuaded him to seek you out.

Curiously you looked up at him and when you saw Javier smile you knew everything was right. Giving you a kiss on the forehead, he sighed contentedly.

" I'm very happy that you live in this beautiful place, Y/N. I'm happy that you're doing well and living a good life."

Tears came to your eyes at his words. It had been half a life without him, but his words touched you. It only confirmed how much he loved you.

"Without Abigail and John, I don't think I would have made it as easily as I did."

Javier was now very curious when you mentioned their name. Javier often thought of John.

"They were supportive of me, Javier. I was with them for almost two years until finally I was able to build my own life."

But there was one thing you didn't mention. A trauma that you hadn't really dealt with until today, and if Javier found out, it would break his heart. Only Abigail, John and little Jack knew about that. Something that had shaken you all to the core. You immediately shook off that thought, because it wasn't time to tell Javier yet. Was there even a time for it?

"I'm just glad we found each other again, darling," you whispered as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck and took a deep breath of his scent.

"I love you, Y/N."

His arms wrapped protectively around you and neither of you had the intention to stand up. Time seemed to have stopped for you.

You had been stranded, left by the wayside and yet, your lives had moved forward. Javier had managed to get his life together, just like you. You both earned your money with hard work and you were proud of it. You were more grown up, had realized at some point that life as an outlaw was not a romantic affair. No one knew better than you, because you had gone through it…

♦♦♦♦

You stood in the kitchen, your thoughts giving you no peace. A bit nervously you chewed your thumb, looking out of the window, lost. Dark clouds were gathering, the thunder was already rumbling in the distance.

"Is everything all right, honey?"

You seemed a bit sad this morning and Javier wondered what the reason could be. There was indeed a reason, but you couldn't talk about it. At least not yet. You had just found each other and you didn't want a shadow to be cast over your love.

"Yes. I'm just a little sick to my stomach."

Loving as Javier was, he gently stroked your cheek and smiled encouragingly at you.

"You should lie down for a bit. Drink some chamomile tea, that will calm your stomach."

You gave him a warm smile, rather kissing him tenderly.

"Maybe you're right."

"I have to go now. My client doesn't like to wait."

"Okay, Javi. I'll see you tonight."

He gave you another deep, intimate kiss but instead of pulling away from you, he intensified the kiss, his body snuggling against yours and pressing you against the counter, making you gasp in pleasure. Instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.

"Javi?"

"Mmm…"

His lips roamed over your neck, and he knew exactly where to kiss you so you'd be all his.

"Don't you have to go to work?" you asked with an amused undertone.

"Mhm… I still have a few minutes," he whispered against your skin and without giving it much thought, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the counter. With a seductive smile, you pulled Javier by his collar while your beautiful legs wrapped around his waist.

"I just can't keep my hands off you," he purred low and excited as he slid his hand under your skirt to feel your skin.

"Javi…"

You became instantly wet and that was just from his voice, his touch and his closeness. There was nothing wrong with performing a quick fuck in the kitchen, was there?

But your plan was thwarted when you heard a wagon. Javier looked out the window and saw someone approaching.

"Who is that?"

It could only be John. She looked up at Javier.

"Let's go outside. That must be John."

"John?"

What was John doing here? Out of nowhere like this? Javier frowned but followed, and he was more than curious to know how these circumstances fit together.

"Hey, Y/N! I brought you some stuff from town. And…"

John's smile evaporated as Javier suddenly appeared behind you. He thought he was seeing a ghost and he had to realize Javier was really here. John shook his head barely noticeably, closing his eyes briefly and frowning.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hola, John…"

"I said, what the hell are you doing here?"

And John sounded rather irritated. Instantly, he climbed off his wagon, made his way straight to the two of you. You had guessed that this reunion wouldn't be easy. But that John would react so negatively to Javier was surprising even to you.

"I could ask you the same thing, amigo."

Javier didn't appreciate being approached without any respect. John was angry, yes, he could understand. But if he was going to act foolish, well, so could Javier.

"I'll take care of, Y/N. Unlike you, Javier!"

Javier swallowed hard. Yes, John had been right. He hadn't been there for you, but he was now, and he would stay.

"You better get out of here, Javier! You have no business being here!"

"What? Says who? You?"

"Enough!"

The whole thing was getting too silly for you. With a stern look you eyed John, standing in front of Javier.

"This is my house, my property! I decide who can come here and who can't! Is that clear, John!"

"Y/N! Do you really think you can trust that snake? After all he's done!"

"Oh, come on John! Don't act like that! You let Abigail and Jack down back then! You let us all down that time!"

Now John was the one who had nothing to say about it. The two men paused and you were glad that neither of them had anything to say at the moment.

"We all made mistakes in our past. But talking about it doesn't undo anything!"

"Y/N, you may be right, but Javier sided with Micah! He is partly to blame for Arthur's death!"

"That's enough John! You better leave now!"

But John didn't listen at all, he went straight for Javier, stood in front of him, but Javier didn't back away, nor did he let John intimidate him.

"You betrayed us all."

With his head held high, he looked John in the eye. There was something dangerous in his gaze.

"I saved your life more than once, hijo de puta!"

But John was so pissed, he wasn't even listening to what Javier had to say to him.

"When Y/N needed you the most, you weren't there! You abandoned her and your child!"

It hit Javier, but also you, like a thunderbolt when John spoke those words. And at that very moment, there was a deep and powerful clap of thunder. Within a few seconds, the first raindrops were already falling to the earth. Daughter? How? But… For Javier, a world just collapsed. He was completely confused and you could see it in his face. His eyes slid across the ground, trying to comprehend what John had just said.

"Your daughter would have needed a father! Your woman would have needed you!"

You couldn't believe John had the thoughtlessness to say such a thing to Javier. Sobbing, you put your hand to your mouth to suppress your tears as best you could. Eventually everything came to light, but it had definitely been too soon. Way too soon and you would never forgive John for that. Closing your eyes, you let the first tears run free. The rain became heavier and soon wetted your entire face, mixing with your tears.

Javier was so shocked by John's statement that he was speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words passed his lips. His eyes became glassy and he cast a shocked look in your direction. When he saw your tears and your agonized expression, he was aware that John was telling the truth.

"Y/N… no…"

"Fuck you Javier! Do her a favor and fuck off again!"

Where was his child? You didn't tell him about it! Where the hell was his daughter?

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brendathedoodler · 1 year

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Now the question is, if adventure-swap!LU met normal!LU, what would their reactions be, and who pairs up to cause the most chaos?

I’m so excited for this question because I have SO MANY ideas for the classic LU cast meeting the AS group

One of the big scenarios I had in mind was some weird portal shenanigans resulting in one of the LU group being swapped with the AS group, but I have a whole writing idea for how that would go. Let’s say that the full groups met one another for this one (I’ll save the single person getting swapped for another post).

(Just for clarity’s sake, I’m gonna use the alt nicknames for the swap guys. Sky is Cloud, Four is Champ, Time is Lily, Legend is Cryptid, Hyrule is Bard, Twi is Soul, Wind is Addie, Wars is Barren, and Wild is Loft)

Firstly, the two groups would be very suspicious of one another. Why wouldn’t they be? There’s nothing not suspicious about seeing yourselves but slightly to the left. Assuming the two groups manage to figure out what’s going on before they resort to blows, though, here’s how I think everyone would get along:

Sky and Cloud get along swimmingly! Cloud is tired and just wants to get away from the chaos for a little bit, and Sky is content to just chat. Cloud mentions his engagement to his Sun, which makes Sky a bit flustered (he and his own Sun aren’t quite there yet). They also show off their woodcarvings! Cloud is enamored with the carvings Sky’s done of his loftwing, and is delighted to hear about life in Skyloft. In return, he talks about his time living in his era’s Castle Town!

Four and Champ get along pretty well too. Champ is admittedly much more impulsive than Four, but Four recognizes a lot of Champ’s odd behaviors as things he used to do before his own colors were more in sync. He wishes he could give advice to him on how to deal with it, but in reality it’s a matter of time. There’s no instant solution for feeling like a single person again, it just takes time and cooperation. Despite how well they get along, Four almost throttles Champ after witnessing him shatter a blade just like Wild does. Poor Four is despairing at the loss of the poor innocent blade that was lost at Champ’s hands, meanwhile Champ is just like “yeah, I’m cursed. I hate it too.”

Lily’s first impression of Time was not great. Lily wouldn’t be caught dead in full plate, no siree. Enchanted clothes only. Thankfully, Time is not a snob like he feared, and they have many more similarities than differences. They spend 5 hours straight talking about their own Malons and how much they love her. Lily also shares some eyepatches with Time, just for fun. They bond over their love of the simple farm life and the joy of occasional chaos.

Legend and Cryptid start bantering right away, making fun of the other and bonding through that. Cryptid teases him for not committing to the pink hair and compares him to a dragon with all that jewelry. Legend mocks how impractical Cryptid’s refusal to wear shoes is and starts calling him “dolphin boy” after he makes a strange inhuman sound. All of that comes crashing down when Cryptid offhandedly mentions his girlfriend, and when Legend asks he admits that it’s Marin. Seeing his reaction to the name, Cryptid hesitantly asks if he has someone named Ravio (he does). The two promptly stop talking, not wanting to face the feelings that come with the other getting to keep the person they’re mourning.

Hyrule and Bard wander off together and have a grand time together, just exploring and pointing out things. The Twilights end up having to track them down and bring them back later, but it’s worth it! Bard also teaches Hyrule some songs. Hyrule’s not very good at it, but he’s having a great time playing along! Hyrule, in return, teaches him how to brew all sorts of teas with herbs he can forage. They wander off again and fly around together as fairies, and are even joined by Proxi (much to Barren’s worry, he doesn’t like having her gone when he’s dealing with so many unknown factors).

Twilight and Soul spend a lot of time trying to keep the Fours, Hyrules, and Wilds from wandering off (and Soul is annoyed that Barren isn’t helping him like usual). They do talk about their families back home, and about life on the ranch. They also go for a run together as wolves when they track down the Hyrules. It’s great, but it did give Twilight a scare when Soul transformed way too close to the rest of the group. What if he’d gotten seen!? As it turns out, Soul’s entire group already knows he can turn into a wolf, whereas only a few know for Twilight. That adds some stress to Twi’s shoulders, since he knows that any one of Soul’s group could let his secret out. Soul asks Midna to tell the others not to mention it, and she gets Proxi to help for those who can’t see her. Speaking of Midna, he doesn’t bring her up to Twilight. Twi brings her up and proceeds to angst about his broken heart and Soul is awkwardly sitting there while his own Midna is just vibing on his shoulder.

Wind and Addie start telling each other stories immediately. Everyone else is relieved, because if those two weren’t so entertained telling one another stories, then they’d undoubtedly be causing trouble. Unfortunately for everyone, they do get bored of storytelling eventually. Pranks ensue. Nobody is safe. They accept no alliances with the Wilds or Times, the only partner in crime is each other, everyone else is a potential target.

Warriors and Barren are cautious of one another. The others are so similar to each other, but Warriors is clean and pristine and Barren has tattered clothes and a near permanent smudge of dirt on his face. Warriors can see that the rest of the swapped group behaves very similarly to his own team, but Barren seems so different from himself and the uncertainty keeps him on edge. Barren meanwhile is already on edge from all the new factors he has to account for, and this pristine version of himself has him on extremely high alert. The two do talk and ease up a bit. They might be outwardly very different, but they find that they’re actually not so different once they get chatting. Warriors does get backhanded across the face after trying to give Barren a friendly pat on the back, though Barren apologizes and has Proxi heal it (not that it’s needed, but it’s more a way to show he’s sorry for hitting him). Needless to say, the rest of the group is made aware of Barren’s strict no-touching policy very quickly.

Finally, Wild and Loft! They are so prepared to cause chaos together. They run off but are eventually herded back to the group by the Twilights. They have a great time comparing weapons. Mostly it’s Wild showing off, since Loft won’t even hold a sword other than Fi. Loft even gets to play with his slate, and is very excited to discover that the Fours are magnetic. He spends way too much time flinging Champ around with the magnesis (which Champ doesn’t actually mind, he and the colors fling each other around on the regular). Wild and Loft make a game of seeing how high they can fling Champ into the sky (don’t worry, he can glide down). It only ends when they try to rope a very unwilling Four into their competition (and when Addie gets caught trying to pickpocket Wild’s slate to give it a try himself). The Times put a stop to it.

Now, what about the interactions between people who share the same adventures?

Sky and Loft talk about home, mostly. They’re curious about how different Skyloft is between the two of them, and find more similarities than differences. Loft is also very curious about how Sky’s early adventure went, seeing as he doesn’t remember pulling Fi. All he remembers is waking up on the surface, aching and confused. They also talk happily about their loftwings, and Loft is amazed by Sky’s crimson loftwing! Back in his era, it’s actually Flora who has the unique crimson loftwing!

Four and Soul complain about Vaati, but Four is also enamored with Midna. He’d seen her resting on Soul’s shoulder from the moment they first met, but now he gets to interact with her personally! She’s absolutely hilarious, a little bundle of sass and nonstop comments. Four is impressed with Soul’s poker face, he doesn’t think he’d be able to stand it! They have a very tiny adventure together, though it’s mostly just walking around. The world seems entirely different when you’re so small!

Time and Bard have a long talk about what they faced. Bard already really looks up to Lily, so meeting a version of him that has lived through the same adventure is incredible. He really looks up to Time, and wants all sorts of advice. How does he handle full moons after what happened? How does he sleep without magic helping him? How did he heal? How did he get through the nightmare of being 17 again and feeling like every cell in your body is wrong? Time does his best to answer, but sadly some of it is just waiting. He does try to offer some coping techniques, and insists that Bard try to find some people he can talk to. It will be hard, but it’ll help.

Legend is pissed at Addie for messing with him and his stuff during his pranks earlier, but eventually relents and the two compare items from various adventures. They compare the look, feel, and abilities of their various weapons, rods, and rings. They don’t talk about their adventures (though Addie does try to bring it up at one point), and instead stick with the much safer topics of items. They’re both enchantment enthusiasts, after all!

Hyrule and Barren don’t really have much to talk about at first. It’s kinda awkward. Barren does ask Hyrule about having visions, but is disappointed to find that Hyrule doesn’t have anything like that (and he proceeds to not bring it up again, recalling how Bard was very concerned about his visions and not wanting to have Hyrule worry about him either). Words don’t work so well, but you don’t really need words to go adventuring. They head off to explore the area together, with Barren’s team assuring Hyrule’s that Barren will bring them back without incident and before dinner. Out in the wilderness there’s no awkwardness, just their own wanderlust and love of nature.

Twilight and Cryptid don’t really have much to share about. Cryptid is already defensive and unwilling to talk about his adventure after learning Legend still lives with Ravio (and by the golden three, that hurts. He can’t help but imagine the little Twili living with him and Marin in his home). Trying to find a topic that won’t make Cryptid tell him to fuck off is tricky. He doesn’t want to talk about his family, he doesn’t want to talk about his adventure, he doesn’t want to talk about his transformations… Finally they settle on talking about their houses. Twilight talks about his ranch, and Cryptid opens up about the modifications he plans to make to his own home to allow Marin to live there more comfortably. That leads to some comfortable conversation that bounces between topics, going from their homes to their Zeldas to their future plans and more.

Wind and Lily both agree that all the walking they’re forced to do sucks and that this whole ordeal would be better if they travelled by boat. They talk about their families, about their respective Zeldas (Wind is enthralled by the stories of Captain Sheik and their particular brand of craziness, while Lily is intrigued by the similarities and differences between his own captain and Captain Tetra). They also talk about their sisters. Wind raves about how awesome and fierce little Aryll is, while Lily fondly recalls how sweet and cheerful Saria is. They share trinkets they have from their families (Wind’s telescope, Lily’s embroidered eyepatches), and all in all have a great chat! (And maybe they sing a sea shanty or two, since nobody else wants to do it with them)

Warriors and Cloud avoid talking about the worst parts of their respective wars and keep it to the lighter side. Cloud happily talks about his engagement (though Cia does briefly come up in this conversation, though the topic is quickly buried because neither really want to talk about her). They have a sort of camaraderie together that reminds them of the army! Warriors talks about his general Impa, and Cloud talks about how incredible Groose was by his side. They talk about their Zeldas and how they fought alongside one another, and talk about their hobbies outside of their job. Cloud does woodcarving and tends to his cuccos (which Warriors thinks is crazy). Warriors, meanwhile, is a big fan of sewing and has started working on embroidery. Both know they need to get more hobbies, and bounce ideas back and forth. They also take some time to spar one another, which both builds that sense of camaraderie, and is overall just really fun!

Wild and Champ hit a roadblock pretty quickly when Wild learns that Champ retained his memories. He loosened up a bit when Champ explains that the shrine of resurrection split his soul into pieces (though he doesn’t elaborate on what precisely that means). Once they get past that hurdle, talking about their absolutely batshit shenanigans is a blast. Shield surfing, trying to ride a molduga, jumping off mountaintops, and all sorts of other wacky things. A lot of the insanity Wild has done, Champ has also done in some capacity (and vise versa). Anyone listening in silently agrees to never let these two run off alone together.

#you’ve activated my trap card! *infodumps*#this got long LMAO #linked universe #lu adventure swap au #lu sky #lu four #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu wind #lu warriors #lu wild #lu time #lu au #I had so much fun with this omg

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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So. It turns out I can't read. Have a random drabble of Mikoto + Tears because I misread one of the requests asdfds (featuring the smoking group :)) I thought of some juicy drama, but I'll admit his situation may not be as dramatic as this lol, just a thought about his emotions I was toying around with.

It had taken a bit of time, persuading, and bribery, but Mikoto reluctantly showed up to the smoking group’s next session. He looked like shit compared to them, but neither seemed to care.

Though he tried to refuse, they’d given him refills for his e-cigarette so he could participate. Shidou claimed he was quitting, but he didn’t strike Mikoto as the type to stop cold turkey. He stayed quiet most of the time, listening to the usual stories of days gone by.

Shidou asked about Kazui’s recent interrogation. Mikoto would have rather spoken about literally anything besides their situation as prisoners and murderers, but Kazui’s unlikely honesty caught his attention. The man admitted to getting rather worked up in front of Es, nearly to the point of tears.

Rather than offer any sort of comfort, Shidou chose to list off the benefits of crying in response.

“It actually releases stress hormones,” he was saying, “and has been linked to better sleep, improved immune systems, and balance within your nervous system.”

Mikoto shared a smirk with Kazui, the cigarette angling between his lips. He wasn’t as quick as he thought.

“And what is that face for?” Shidou turned to him. “I do hope you’re not one of those types who think men shouldn’t cry. I’m sure you have plenty of times. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Mikoto was going to drop it; he wasn’t one of those people, after all. Unexpected thoughts struck him before he could dismiss the accusations. The rapid emotions that flashed over his face had the others waiting for his reply.

“Actually… uh…” He let out a nervous laugh. “I just realized, I haven’t. You know, h-” Mikoto’s voice faltered. It felt strange, speaking about the situation so casually. But he could trust these men. They’d never turned against him, or flinched away from him, even when the others had. Regardless, he was going to have to acknowledge it eventually.

“...He’s the one that gets to cry.”

The others stayed silent. Kazui took another drag. It wasn’t like it was a secret anymore, but he was sure that neither had come prepared for a conversation like this. Wisps of smoke slowly circled them.

"Whenever I got upset, he was there. If anything brought me to tears, then he… took care of it.” Not that Mikoto ever knew it was happening. In hindsight, it was maddeningly obvious how his blackouts corresponded to rough times.

His breath shook the next time he inhaled. He took a pause. He had to stay calm. The line had been thin, these days, for when emotions would prove intense enough to send him over the edge. With all the underlying stress, even the most minor inconveniences could cause him to lose control.

The vapor he blew out left a trembly trail in front of him. He tried to sound lighthearted, but knew he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“I guess I always thought I was one of those guys who didn’t cry as much, or got less worked up about things. My coworkers always talked about breakdowns. I never had a single one. I didn’t really dwell on it. Why would I?” His smile was as wobbly as the laugh that bubbled out of him. “So, uh… I guess you were wrong, Shidou. I can’t remember the last time I shed a single tear.”

It didn’t take a doctor to know the kind of toll that takes on someone.

Mikoto dropped his head, suddenly ashamed of his honesty. He must have sounded completely insane. He ran a hand through his hair. They were probably looking on with horror at what a mess he’d revealed himself to be.

“I should go,” he muttered. He was already pretty upset and couldn’t risk hurting anyone else.

Shidou placed his hand gently on his arm. He didn’t look horrified in the slightest. Neither did Kazui. “Wait...”

He shrugged his arm away. “Leave me alone.”

“Mikoto.”

He paused only a moment in the entryway, as Kazui called to him.

“Thanks. I know it's not easy to talk about your true self.”

He wanted to accept it. He wanted to stay and keep talking and laughing as if nothing were wrong. He wanted to thank them for their kindness. But he couldn’t allow himself the luxury, now. “Whatever. It’s not like it matters.”

“It does.” Shidou told him. “Mikoto, I know things have been difficult. We just want to help you.”

“Yeah,” he said bitterly. The smoke shifted in his wake. “That’s what he said, too.”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #and the smoking group :)#ill do the actual mikoto request soon RIP 😂#'cold turkey' is joining 'ass crack of dawn' as a phrase ive included in my drabbles that i doubt the characters would say in japanese #i wonder if there are equivalents...#once again i dont think shidou is completely heartless but i love leaning into his logic-focused style of low empathy #he thinks hes being very helpful but hes just being very Doctor #i wanted a fun bitter ending but i think that these two would actually help him a lot #theyll request some emotional books and things that could get him to cry without feeling any real distress #i wonder when/if he starts accepting his identity and speaking to the others about it #he hasnt mentioned it in any of the timelines but kotoko kinda said it to him?#so maybe he talks about it now 🤷‍♀️#drabbles

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I have so many other things I want to focus on but my brain keeps deciding to write for my stupid F1 modern royalty au that absolutely no one needs !!

tw for dubcon - these are snippets from the carlando and dando parts only

“What? You cannot mean this, papa. You can’t. I won’t!”

Carlos Sr looks on as the attendants rapidly pack up his son’s trunk and cases.

“I can and you will, my son. The palace is sending a jet to Paris and we are leaving immediately by car to take a train from London. The less attention drawn before we are out of this grey country, the better.”

With that, Carlos Senior strode across the room and out the door.

Carlos collapses onto a chair, face in his hands. He doesn’t look up even when he hears the door open again moments later.

“Carlos.”

It isn’t Lando, but almost as bad. Carlos sucks in a breath and lifts his head to look Jon in the eyes.

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it. I followed you to Lando’s room - waited outside, trying to decide if I should… it doesn’t matter. Did-”

“No. We didn’t. He said no.”

Jon sags in relief but his face remains so awfully sad. Sadness looks all wrong on him.

“Were you just going to let him think you abandoned him when he refused to have sex with you?”

The laugh scrapes against Carlos’ lungs as it leaves them. It costs him everything to stand but Carlos has to show at least one person in this castle the respect they deserve.

“Surely it’s better that way? He will heal faster if he hates me. Landito wasn’t made to feel hate for long. You will explain it all to him, yes?”

Jon tilts his head thoughtfully in a gesture so like Lando it makes Carlos’ heart bleed.

“I’m going to explain it all, but I’m going to tell him the truth. It’s what he deserves.”

Carlos nods. It is far more generous than he deserves. Jon is right, as always.

He holds out a hand but Jon draws him into a brief, tight hug instead.

“You’re not a bad man, Carlos,” he says, keeping one hand on Carlos’ shoulder. “I hope that when all of this has blown over that you can be friends with us again.”

The blanket is a little scratchy but the earth beneath it is soft enough.

Daniel’s kisses are different: deep, demanding, rough. It’s all Lando can do to keep up. After a while, his mouth simply remains open, tongue lifting to meet Daniel’s onslaught. His hands slide haphazardly through Daniel’s hair and against the muscle of his shoulder, a nervous giggle bubbling out of his throat where Daniel is kissing it.

“Your beard itches!”

He feels Daniel’s smile against his skin before his lips seal around a single point on Lando’s neck. His teeth dig in and he begins to suck hard.

Lando’s wail seems to fill the air for miles.

His shirt has been opened at some point and Daniel’s calluses are lighting sparks up and down Lando’s torso. Thumbs flick at his nipples until they harden and are met with a warm, wet mouth.

Lando writhes and their hips meet, closer together than he’d realized. It’s only the second time he’s felt a hard dick against his own and Daniel is wasting no time popping the button on Lando’s shorts.

Wait. What’s happening? Wait. Wait.

His shorts and underwear are gone.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Daniel, I–”

“Shhh.”

The warmth of a body over his feels grounding and Lando automatically wraps his arms around it.

“Don’t worry, baby. Won’t be breaking any rules.”

Daniel returns to sucking on Lando’s neck when a hand slips between their bodies and slicks something wet onto both of their dicks. The sensation has Lando returning to full hardness so fast it makes his back arch. But where– ?

Then Daniel is above him, face shadowed and so intense he could be a stranger. He’s maneuvering Lando’s hips and guiding himself one-handed. For a second, Lando wants to drive his heel into Daniel’s shoulder on instinct.

Then Daniel’s one hand is holding himself between Lando’s cheeks and the other starts jerking Lando in long, firm strokes.

“Feels amazing, right?”

It does.

“Amazing,” Lando whispers back in a daze.

With the way their bodies are moving it looks so much like they’re really fucking. The danger only makes it feel sexier. Each time the head of Daniel’s dick catches as it passes over him, Lando has to dig his hands into his own hair to keep from begging to be fucked properly.

He’s sure that’s why Daniel makes his thrusts shallower - why his eyes gleam even in the dim light of dusk settling around them.

For just a split second, Lando imagines his thighs falling apart and being speared and filled without so much as a ring on his finger, the faces of church leaders gaping in shock at the crown prince taking it bare out on the red dirt of the Australian outback. He comes so violently it wracks his entire body.

Unseen above, Daniel bucks against him and comes thick and hot and sudden.

Damn. Wiping both hands on the blanket, Daniel begins mentally kicking himself. He hopes that will still be enough to do it.

The sky has gone fully dark and it’s time to leave before a search party is launched. He pushes himself to stand and shakes the ache from his wrist. The creeping sensation that he’s played this all wrong at the eleventh hour has him agitated.

“Come on, kid! Clean up and let’s get you back in one piece, yeah?”

But Lando remains lying down, slender ribs powering through deep breaths, hips twisted slightly where Daniel had left them. Not a soul in the vast wilderness around them bears witness to the band of stars reflected in Lando’s wide eyes. Some galactic pool spills over and covers his unlined brow in a sheen of moonlight like the ghost of a crown.

When he finally sits up, soft and naked below the waist, he laughs when Daniel throws a leg over the seat of his bike and has to adjust himself through his shorts. The smile Daniel sends back is confused but he laughs anyway. Lando wonders if it could be like this all the time.

Then it all goes promptly to hell.

Lando is wincing through the pain and trying to help. Daniel just keeps gritting out shit shit shit and jabbing at his mobile, totally lost to his own freakout. Lando gives up trying to reassure him and focuses on lying in a way that doesn’t make his shoulder feel like it’s on fire.

The jeep arrives and four men get out. Two of them carefully lift Lando into the backseat. One of them is holding a phone to Lando who babbles about it being all his fault, he had gotten distracted, didn’t follow the track of Daniel’s tires like he was supposed to, had gotten sloppy and fallen. The other one is interrogating Daniel. Why won’t Daniel look up so Lando can catch his eye?

–

The hospital room’s lights hurt his eyes. It’s easier to answer all the probing questions with them closed anyway. Hadn’t he answered everything truthfully like he’d been taught? He was always a weakling when it came to painkillers anyway. He sure hopes most of the graphic details won’t be repeated to mum and dad. How embarrassing.

There’s dad’s voice now.

“Oh, I’m going to kill him…”

—

“They have it all recorded, darling. Once they played him what you’d said in the hospital he gave in completely.”

Mum sniffles viciously and squeezes Lando’s hand tighter.

“He took the bribe and left without a word. Didn’t ask to apologize to you or even say goodbye.”

Lying in a pool of unnecessarily cheerful sunshine covering his bed, Lando can’t decide if he wants to cry stormily into his mother’s arms or ask her to leave so he can send one of the many desperate texts he’d begun to Daniel in the days since Lando had been flown back to England.

Mum smiles sadly, as if reading his mind.

“He knew what he was doing, sweet one. You weren’t the first and likely won’t be the last.”

In the end, it isn’t really so shameful to sob against your own mother’s shoulder at twenty-two years old.

—

For the second time in four years, Lando opens the daily briefing email from his senior advisor and is confronted with his former suitor’s arm around another man’s shoulders. Beside the young Dutch king, Daniel’s smile is broad and toothy. As if to torture himself further, Lando opens the last selfie they’d taken together.

Daniel’s smile is exactly the same.

#my writing #tw dubcon #f1 royalty au

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kitty35 · 2 years

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His Favorite Bakery

Gojo Satoru x Bakery Owner!Reader

Type - major fluff!!!

Summary - When Gojo's students get curious about where he goes every week, they follow him to find out. Hopefully it doesn't disturb the peace of the small bakery they find themselves in.

Requests are open!!!

The students of Jujutsu High watched as their teacher happily left the school grounds after class.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Yuji asked, gaining everyones attention.

“Who cares?” Maki spoke, starting to turn away.

“He always leaves school grounds Thursdays at three.” The pink haired boy continued. “Don’t you guys think it’s strange?”

“He has a routine. What’s so weird about that?” Nobara asked. Megumi just looked away with a weird expression. This caught the other two first years attention.

“You know something.” The girl instantly pointed out. Megumis expression just sank further.

“You do! Where does he go?! Common! Tell us!” Yuji yelled.

“I’m kinda interested now too.” Panda spoke from where he sat.

“Tuna.”

“You too?” Maki asked the cursed speech user, having turned back around to everyone else.

“You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?” The shadow user deadpanned as everyone circled him. “He goes to a bakery.” That answer made everyone pause.

A…bakery?

“What do you think he does there?” Yuji asked.

“Maybe he has secrete meetings with some higher ups there!” Panda spoke.

“He probably has a secrete love that he meets there! A forbidden love that no one can know about!” Nobara exclaimed dramatically.

“That’s stupid. You wouldn’t meet a secrete lover in a public place.” Maki said, “He probably just likes the food. He does have a big sweet tooth.”

“Tuna tuna.”

“Why don’t you just follow him if you’re that curious?” Megumi’s words made everyone pause once again. In a heart beat, the two first years were gone. They had ran after their teacher who was long gone by now.

“Shouldn’t one of us keep an eye on them?” Panda asked, a little worried about the two. Maki and Toge both looked to the shadow user.

“Why do I have to?”

“Because you were the one who suggested following Gojo. Now, go.” He sighed at the second years words before following his friends.

It could be worse, he thought to himself. At least he likes the bakery and the woman who works the store by herself on Thursday afternoons.

“Hello!” Gojo called out in a sing-song voice as he walked through the small shop doors. Not a lot of people were here, mainly a couple of high-school kids who had just gotten out of classes, meaning he didn’t disturb anyone. Looking up, I saw the white haired man. He wore his usual purple slacks and baby blue button down shirt that was tucked in perfectly, not a single wrinkle in the fabric. His hair was a little messy and slightly in his eyes that were covered with dark sunglasses. My smile warmed at the sight of his happy expression.

“Hello, Satoru.” I responded, leaning even further into the palm that my head rested on as I leaned against the counter. “Right on time, as usual.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He sounded so happy. “What did you make me for today?” As he asked that, he leaned slightly across the counter to me.

“Nothing too special. I have few chocolate and creme brule macarons from this morning for you. They sold as soon as we opened but I figured you’d really enjoy them so I set some aside. But, if you don’t want those then I think you’d also really like the orange-almond cake.” While I spoke, I turned and grabbed the small box full of the tiny cookies that I was talking about. They were wrapped in pretty blue packaging, a color that I assumed he liked based on his clothes always being in the cooler tones. With a wide smile, I handed him the box.

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you! I’ll make sure to enjoy them. How much?”

“Oh no, these ones are on me.”

“That’s no way to run a business.”

“You’re in here every week and buy something every time. Let me treat my favorite costumer, okay?”

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?” Despite the conversation being over, he stayed where he was. I laughed a bit at his lovestruck expression.

“Do you wanna get something for Megumi too?” He perked up at that question, wondering why I asked it. With a playful smile I pointed towards the large window at the front of the store that he had his back turned towards. There, standing next to two people who were peeking inside, stood the young boy.

“He likes ginger, right?” I asked as Gojo turned ever so slightly towards the window. It was enough for him to see outside, but not enough for it to be obvious that he was looking. “I have a few white chocolate gingersnap truffles if you think he’d like them.”

“Yeah, I’ll take two.” With that, I went and grabbed the sweets then handed them to him. “Will you let me pay for these or are they a treat too? Because I would really like to pay the pretty baker.” I couldn’t help the roll of my eyes.

“If you really want to. It’ll be $5 for those.”

“That’s it?” He fished around in his pockets for a little before pulling out two twenty dollar bills. “There you go.” Carefully, I slid one of the bills back towards him only for him to stop my hand.

“This is thirty five more then you need to pay.” I mumbled, enjoying the warmth of his hand against mine.

“I know what I handed you.” He smiled. “Consider the rest a thank you tip.” Very gently, he brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. My whole face erupted into red. He quite enjoyed the expression I currently held. “I’ll be back in a few seconds. I’m gonna give Megumi his treats.” With that, he walked outside and left me to calm down. A couple of the high school students giggled at my flustered state, throwing a few teasing comments at me. They were also regulars and meant nothing harmful with their words. It was like they were teasing a friend who just talked with their crush, which honestly was what happened. I just told them to shush and do their homework as a few of them complained about never getting free food the way Gojo did.

“You don’t get free food because you aren’t Gojo, okay? No go finish your homework before I kick you out.” I laughed with fake anger. They sighed but did as told to as to not get throw out.

Meanwhile, Gojo had made his way outside. His students were ‘hiding’ from him, making him sigh. Yuji and Nobara were trying to cover themselves with a newspaper while Megumi stood with his hands in his pockets.

“Megumi!” The white haired sorcerer called out. “Here, (Y/n) thought you’d like these. I wouldn’t have gotten you anything since you’re snooping on me but you know how she is.” The boy looked at the box handed out towards him before taking it.

“Thanks. Is she doing well?”

“Why don’t you go in and talk with her? She hasn’t seen you since you started at Jujutsu high. And, I need to have a word with those two alone.” The other two first years jumped at that last sentence. They watched as Megumi abandon them while walking into the small bakery.

“Now. What are you two doing out here?”

“Megumi said you came here!”

“Yuji wanted to know where you went every week!”

“Nobara thought you had a girlfriend!”

“Megumi brought us here! It’s not out fault!” They talked over each other, trying to pin the blame on anyone else as to not get whatever ‘punishment’ might await them for snooping around.

“Why didn’t you just ask if you were that curious?” They both paused.

“I guess we didn’t think you’d answer us if we did.” Yuji responded after thinking for a minute.

“Well, I would have. Nobara was right. My wife works here!” He exclaimed happily, throwing the two off. Of course he knew that we weren’t dating, let alone married. He just knew my reaction would be priceless when these two came in screaming about me being his wife.

“Wife?!”

“You’re married?!”

“Yup! She’s an angel too! You can come in and meet her if you’d like.” In a heart beat, they were inside. There, they saw Megumi talking to a woman who looked to be a little younger then Gojo. She fit right in with the aesthetic of the small bakery. She was basked in warm brown colors that matched the dark oak counters and golden colors of the pastries that sat in a cabinet next to her. But those thoughts were pushed to the back burner as they ran up to ask about our engagement and wedding that I didn’t know about.

“You’re married to Gojo?!” The girl asked, pushing closer to me.

“What’s it like? Is he the same as he normally is?!” A guy with pink hair asked. They threw question after question at me till I felt dizzy. My face burned bright red at the thought of being married to Gojo.

Of course it sounded nice. To be able to go home and be welcomed into his arms, especially after a hard day at the bakery. He would be so sweet, holding me tight and whispering that everything would be okay. I knew from the amount of money that he spent here that he was rich so it would never be a problem to get rent sent on time like it currently was. And when the landlord that owned this building came around, threatening to sell it to a different business that made more money, he would be there to chase them away. He could take care of things for me when I couldn’t. But those thoughts were ridiculous! He didn’t like me so I could just push that out of my head. He enjoyed my baking, that’s all.

“W-what? M-marr-ied?” I asked, unable to keep from stuttering as I held my hands up and shook my head. “N-no! We-we aren’t married!”

“Oh we aren’t?” Gojo asked, walking in with a hand behind his neck. Happily, he took in my flustered state. He enjoyed this too much. “My bad, I guess I forgot to propose before telling my students about it.” I had to take a second, squatting down with my hands resting on the edge of the counter.

“You haven’t asked her out yet?” I heard Megumi ask with what could almost be annoyance in his tone.

“Eh, not yet. You can see how shy she gets. I’m taking my time.”

“Taking your time is a couple of months. You’ve known each other for two years now.”

“Yeesh, fine. I’ll do it. But later.” That conversation only made my whole situation worse. I felt like I was going to pass out from how much blood had rushed to my head.

“I…I need a second.” I mumbled, completely crumbling to the floor, making the other customers that knew me laugh a bit out of fondness. They all knew that Gojo was going to eventually ask me out, that much was obvious. They were just glad they got to see my over the top reaction, knowing they wouldn’t believe it if someone told them about it.

It took a few minutes before I was back to normal. By now I had learned the two new peoples names and they had learned the situation and my relationship with Gojo and Megumi. They both ordered something to eat and drink after a while.

“This time will be on the house.” I smiled, earning two ‘thank you’s from the kids. Without even looking, I knew the look Gojo gave me.

“(Y/n).” He all but sighed out. “What have I told you about that?”

“W-well they’re your students and it’s obvious you care about them so I though it’d be okay! Plus, you gave me extra so I can use that!”

“No, stop giving stuff away for free. That ‘extra’ is for you, not so you can give other people discounts.” With that, he fished around his pockets again and pulled out another twenty dollar bill. How many of those did he carry around?! “Here.”

“I can’t-that’s way too much!”

“I’m giving you this.” He spoke, grabbing my hand and placing the money in it, making sure our eyes locked. “Whatever is left over is yours.” I could feel my heart melt at we stared at each other. In that moment, I really wanted to kiss him.

“Thank you.” I whispered. We stayed like that for a while before he let go and waved over his shoulder as he sat down with his students at the table they picked out.

“Are you sure you two aren’t married?” I heard the boy named Yuji ask.

“Yeah, at least not yet.”

#saturo gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen gojo x reader #fluff #x reader

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