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don-daygamerz · 2 years

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Cute Interruption

Ben Barnes x Reader (Family AU)

Requested by: anonymous

Request: So imagine that he's during the online interview let's say with SaB cast. And during his speech (with camera on) they see a glimpse of a woman or hear a baby's laugh sth like this, and then they're like "What was that Ben?" and you know his eyes went wide cause he knows that they know 😂 ❤

Alternate version: Little Web Guest

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.2K

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All was set for the man of the hour. His camera was well focused and audio clear. It would be like an ordinary facetime chat only with more people and live streamed to a broad audience from around the globe. Was he nervous? A little but he was in the comfort of his home and his family would be here supporting him from the living room while he was in his office. So he was good.

“You ever miss doing the interviews in person?” (Name) asked as she gently bounced their baby girl.

“Sometimes but I’m happy to do it from home these days. I get to be with the people I love,” he endearingly said to his wife as he threw his hands in a gesture to pass him the baby he helped create.

“And I get to be here all day, every day, with this stinky little bugger,” the baby girl laughed at the silly face her daddy pulled which caused her to stretch one of her chubby hands to grab his nose. In doing so, Ben kissed his baby girl’s little hand before she went to cutely scrunch his nose.

“You happy daddy’s home?” his little girl kept smiling and giggling. “My darling, Eleanor.” Eleanor Tricia Barnes was the name bestowed upon the dark and starry-eyed child of the Barnes family that was gifted to them. She was their true pride and joy all since she was conceived.

“Yeah of course you are. Who wouldn’t be?” he teased. (Name) just rolled her eyes playfully at him.

“Mwah!” he then gave an exaggerated kiss on his daughter’s cherub cheeks, “Daddy loves you so much! You cannot imagine how much!” Ellie laughed as he began to tickle her tummy. “I can’t get enough of how you dressed our little starlight,” he continued as he gestured to the baby’s clothing. Their little one was dressed in a dark custom baby grow with printed silver antlers encasing writings in white font at the front saying, ‘Little Darkling’.

“I couldn’t help myself!” (Name) exclaimed in excitement. “It suits her.”

“It really does,” he smiled at that and their daughter just cooed, bringing smiles to the parents’ faces. His wife had been very vocal about how proud she was of him for landing a unique role (just like his previous roles).

In fact, she was obsessed with his character. Who wouldn’t obsess with such a dashing villainous character with a dark personality and a penchant for power and destruction? He found it adorable how his little wife obsessed over his character.

“Sometimes, I think you love the Darkling more than me,” he teased one time before. “No, I do not!” she quickly denied but Ben was not convinced by how smug he looked even though he was teasing her. “I just can’t help but admire my husband’s magnificent talent in acting, that’s all.” She said it ever so flamboyantly that it caused her husband to laugh at her ridiculous antics but gently so as to not interrupt his baby’s feeding time.

“Nice save on that one,” he said as he bottle-fed their dark-haired angel in his arms.

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The interview began a moment later. Ben was immediately absorbed into his work of listening and answering fan questions diligently just like the rest of his co-stars (now close friends); Jessie, Archie, Freddy, Amita, and Kit as well as the addition of a special guest, creator/executive producer, Leigh Bardugo.

(Name) was occupied with folding the laundry on the couch while looking after her daughter who was laying on her stomach on the play mat gnawing the ear of her stuffed elephant that was gifted to her by her nana. Gosh, she was so adorable.

An interruption rang from the front door as the doorbell sounded off. (Name) looked away momentarily from the baby girl minding her own business towards the main entrance door wondering who it could be. Well, she could check for a quick moment since she felt confident that little Eleanor would not leave the play mat. So off she went to tend to the matter at the main entrance. It had only been a package delivery. She had placed her signature and received the package from the delivery guy.

But as soon as she returned to the living room, her child no longer occupied the soft play mat. She silently freaked out and looked around for the runaway. ‘She couldn’t have gone far,’ (Name) thought to herself. The mother had only been gone for a measly 2 minutes. Eleanor was not anywhere in the living room, the kitchen, or the dining area. Panic was starting to rise in her body and negative thoughts flooded her mind. ‘Oh shit! I am such a bad mom! I should have put her in the bouncer and strapped her in. But I didn’t think she would really run off!!’

Her near meltdown faded away once she heard her baby’s laughter down the hallway that led to Ben’s office. She laughed in utter relief and rushed to Ellie’s location. She saw the little Barnes cutely crawling down the hall; her diapered tush wiggling as she babbled and harrumphed.

“Now where do you think you’re running off to, starlight?” (Name) chuckled as she walked to her rebel of a child. Ellie stopped and turned to her beloved ‘mama’ and smiled as if she didn’t commit a felony. “Ah, ah. Don’t play coy with me, you little rascal.” Unbeknownst to them, Ellie had stopped her ‘running’ and stopped at her father’s office door… which was left ajar.

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“How has everyone adjusted to the ongoing pandemic?” the interviewer asked the cast members. Some answered with sentences like:

“We were lucky to wrap up season one by the time quarantine began and get home safely…” the writer announced to everyone.

“Right now, I’d say for everyone we’re just chillaxing with the addition of disinfecting,” Kit joked making everyone laugh.

“So true,” Jessie chimed in.

“Yes, it caused quite a panic for us since we worried for our families and friends,” Freddy commented which everyone agreed to.

“I understand some of you guys are parents as well. Was it Archie and Ben?”

“Yes.” “Yeah.” They both replied at the same time.

“I apologize for this being too personal and late but I wanted to congratulate Archie and Ben on being fathers,” the interviewer complimented them which caused the two men to smile shyly and bashfully. Everyone in the chat applauded ‘softly’ and some whopped in cheer.

“How are the little ones?” Amita asked her friends.

“So great.”- Archie

“Wonderful.” - Ben

“Totally kicking my ass.” – Archie

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” laughed everyone including the interviewer.

“Can’t disagree with that statement,” Ben said to his co-star.

“Fans can’t get enough of how the show’s two rivals are now fathers. Both of you have baby girls, right?”

Ben and Archie said ‘yes’ and introduced their names.

“Iris”

“Eleanor”

“Such lovely names!” The men smiled then thanked the interviewer.

“Alright, then what can we expect from the next seaso- ” their interviewer got interrupted by a series of giggles belonging to a baby, that came from behind Ben through the gaping door to his office. Ben was using his MacBook and was seated not too far from the door in case his wife needed him.

“What was that?” Freddy barely completed his sentence as he could feel himself chuckling. Archie himself knew what that sound was as he himself was familiar with the sound of a baby’s laughter.

They heard the giggles again and a faint sound of a woman playfully scolding them. Ben half covered his face with his hand but it was evident to everyone including the viewers that he was smiling as well as chuckling from how his shoulders shook.

“You’re such a troublemaker, huh? But you’re my troublemaker,” the woman continued to say.

The webcam showed how Ben’s eyes directed towards the sound with a look of happiness.

“Was that Baby Barnes?” Kit asked in mock shock and playfulness. The comment section started going crazy, heating up with so many questions and sweet messages regarding Ben’s baby.

Omg! I heard Ben’s baby!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰

Special guest Eleanor Barnes💫

Please let Baby Barnes join the chat!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💘

💕Has to be adorable if her daddy is 🥵Ben Barnes😎

Love how Ben is all smiles when it’s about his daughter!!

👶👶👶🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

“Aww she sounds adorable,” Amita cooed.

(Name) then poked her head out the door which gave the cast and viewers a brief glimpse of her figure or rather face. She leaned slightly so she could keep her daughter out of the camera’s view. One of the things Ben and (Name) prioritized was safeguarding their daughter from social media.

“Sorry, love. She ran off,” she apologized guiltily for having to interrupt Ben’s work. But her husband dismissed it. “It’s fine. How’s the little one?”

“She’s good. Our mischief-maker ran off without me looking,” she stopped as she felt their daughter get antsy which signaled that it was her feeding time. A small chubby hand pulled at her hair and played with the strands. Ben laughed when he heard what his daughter had done.

“Is that (Name)? Hi, (Name)!” Jessie called out excitedly. Since Ben and Jessie began working together it brought (Name) and the young actress close together and become really good friends. She had also become a really good aunt to their darling Eleanor.

“Oh Jessie says ‘hi’” Ben pointed out to his screen.

“Oh…Oh! They can see me?! I’m so sorry for interrupting! Hi Jessie darling! Hi everyone! I’m gonna go now! Love you!” And immediately (Name) went off and closed the door shut in case the little rebel ran off to her father’s office. Ben’s co-stars sent their greetings as well before she dashed off.

Ben blew her kiss and waved her. “Love you too.”

“Wow that was an unexpected but cute interruption,” Kit announced out of the blue. His statement caused everyone including their audience to crack up.

“It really was cute!” Leigh smiled.

“Now I’m starting to wish my daughter interrupted me, aah,” Archie joked. He as a father understood that there is no such thing as privacy but it was not at all a bad thing. Not at all. It was like a wonderful surprise. Laughter just kept ringing through the web chat.

“That was really nice, wasn’t it?” Amita asked them. “It really lightened up the mood. I love it.”

“Yeah! Ben should have his kid screeching more often!” Freddy offered jokingly.

“Screeching?!” Ben exclaimed in mock shock, “I’ll have you know, Mr. Carter. That my daughter is blessed with the voice of an angel.” He added that bit in a serious tone.

Their laughter and bantering nearly took up most of the online interview but it brought out the good in these people. The audience was eating everything up and savoring how sweet Ben and (Name) were to each other.

“Sadly, that is all the time we have, thank you so much to our panel and to everyone at home watching. Can’t wait to see the next season of Shadow and Bone. You can keep up with Shadow and Bone on their official Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram pages. Thank you!”

The cast and the creator bid each other farewell and returned to their daily lives. Ben closed his laptop and left his office to return to his family. He saw (Name) feeding their daughter what looked like banana puree. Eleanor was strapped in the high chair diligently eating but paused when she noticed her father coming her way. The girl began to swing her legs in excitement and reached out her palms to him.

Ben laughed as he rushed to his baby’s side as if he was impatient. He rubbed his thumbs on her chubby cheeks and then placed a long loving kiss on her dark downy head. Eleanor cooed so adorably at Ben and gave a gummy smile.

“How was the interview?” (Name) asked her husband who now began wiping away the drool and puree around his baby girl’s mouth.

“Was really good, actually. We had an amazing laugh and exchange of banter. They loved how you disrupted our interview.” He smiled at the last sentence.

“I’m really sorry! I never meant to interfere, babe. Really.” (Name) felt so guilty for causing a scene.

“It’s alright,” he reassured her by wrapping her in his arms. “In fact, you were amazing. Everybody in the chat thought you were cute.”

“I don’t if I should be happy or embarrassed,” she muttered unsure.

“It’s good, darling.”

Ben and (Name) looked at each other deeply and leaned in for a passionate kiss. (Name) could never get enough of her husband’s kisses. The way their lips melded like two long-lost lovers on their honeymoon (corny, I know). The kiss didn’t last long as they were interrupted by a loud babble and cry.

The couple looked to the little one who stared at them in pure wonder before laughing at the two as if they did a funny bit. This caused the mom and dad to laugh as well at their daughter’s silly antics. “Looks like Ellie is developing a knack for interrupting people. You really are a mischief-maker,” Ben teased.

The Barnes household was always filled with laughter, joy, and love. Now more than ever, Ben and (Name) made it their goal to protect their child from the virus that had taken over the world.

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Author's note:

Man... did this take forever but I'm glad that I managed to finish this fic. I have apologized for one too many times for the delay in my work but it's gotten difficult to find the motivation to keep writing. But now my inspiration is back and I no longer have writer's block. There will be an alternate fic to this one coming soon, very soon actually. It is similar but very different. I wrote it in my own vision but it will be a gift to the anonymous user who requested this current Ben Barnes fic.

So to the anonymous, I apologize for making you wait and in addition, there will be another fic coming soon. Hope you enjoy this one-shot. Thank you to everyone who has loved and supported my work.

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bugrry · 3 years

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make him a daddy.

hi loves!! i was talking w some of my mutuals about harry having a breeding kink so i decided to try my hand at writing smut!! i really really hope you guys enjoy it!! please let me know what you think :) also i fuckin hate the title lmao

also, thanks to @strawberryystyles (and her bf) @serendipitystyles and @mindofharry for proof/prereading this ily stinkies to bits <3333

anyway, i hope you enjoy!!

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warnings: breeding kink, swearing obvi, the words whore and slut a few times, overuse of pet names, cum eating, overstimulation (i think?)

word count: 1,571

“You’re my good little girl aren’t you? You’re gonna look so hot filled with my cum. Even hotter with my baby inside you. God, you’re gonna be such a good mommy, baby girl. Gonna make me a daddy, yeah?”

“Y-you’re already a daddy-- you’re my daddy--” Harry cuts you off with a smearing kiss to your lips, silencing the next words that were going to come out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to hear another noise from you until we’re done, okay baby girl?” He groans, kissing his way up and down the column of your throat as his hands dig into your plush hips. “Gonna be good for me? Take my cock and then all of my cum? Every. Single. Drop?” He punctuates the last three words with bruising thrusts inside of you. Your eyes drift closed and your mouth falls open.

When you don’t answer him, he leaves a smack on your thigh, which makes your eyes snap back open and your mouth slam shut. You look into his eyes to try and figure out what the fuck he wants you to do to answer him.

“I need a yes or a no pretty girl, a nod or a shake of the head will do. I want you to open your pretty whore mouth but if you say a word this all stops right now.” He growls softly, kissing along your jaw as you open your mouth. “Such a good girl for me, open wider, sweet girl,” you comply, “so precious. Can’t wait to fill up your tight fucking cunt.” He grunts, then spits directly into your mouth, getting only some on your lips and cheek.

“You’ll take anything I give you, won’t you, sweet girl?” You nod desperately, going to close your mouth before he grabs your jaw with a bruising grip. “Did I say you could close your mouth? I don’t remember.” His grip is so tight on your skin that you can’t move your head, so he moves your head from side to side, giving him the answer he wants. “Exactly baby girl, I didn’t.” He moves his hands from around your jaw to the inside of your mouth. He presses his fingers on your tongue, pushing them back, almost into your throat, causing you to gag.

“Sweet girl, always proper gagging for it, aren’t you?” He says, moving his fingers out of your mouth and nudging your mouth closed. He brings his wet fingers down to your clit, and begins rubbing tight and rough figure-eight patterns. You let out a yelp and Harry brings his other hand up and slams it against the headboard, gripping it so hard his knuckles turn white. He groans, and moves the hand from the headboard to your mouth, covering it with his massive hand.

“What the fuck did I say? I told you to shut the fuck up. I just called you a good girl, but now I think you’re acting like a fucking brat.” He grunts into your ear, and you whine into his hand, as you know the damage has already been done and there’s no avoiding what he’s about to do to you.

He pulls out of you quickly, making you wince. You try so hard to not make another sound, but then Harry grips your hips again and flips you on your stomach. He lays a hard smack to your ass, and spreads your legs to get a look at you.

“Such a pretty cunt you have, darling. So pretty. By now it could’ve been filled with my cum, but you had to go and be a brat. What do you have to say for yourself?” He says, gripping your hair and forcing your head in a way where you have to look at him.

He watches you open your mouth, ready to say you’re sorry, but then he narrows his eyes and you and you shut your mouth.

“That’s what I thought. I don’t want to hear a pathetic I’m sorry daddy--” he says, mocking you and your accent, “I’ll never do it again daddy, when we both know you will, won’t you?” He says, keeping his tight grip on your hair. He moves your head once again, this time in a nodding motion. “Exactly. Because I know my sweet little whore better than she knows herself, I think.”

Without warning, he slams himself back inside you, quickly resuming his bruising pace. You barely catch yourself from letting out a scream of a moan. Once Harry lets go of your hair and resumes his almost petting motions, you turn your head and bury it into the pillow below you. In order to not groan out loud when he brings his fingers back down to your clit, you scrunch your eyes closed as hard as they could go and hope nothing would slip out.

“I’m so close, my sweet little girl. I’m gonna cum in this beautiful fucking pussy and you’re going to take it.” He grunts, giving you a particularly hard thrust. “Because that’s what you’re made for, isn’t it, angel? You’re made to take my cock and my cum, even my fucking spit. You’ll take anything I give you and you’ll fucking like it.”

You finally allow yourself to let out a scream, and Harry is too focused on how your pussy is swallowing and gripping his cock to even care at this point, so he grabs your shoulders and pulls your back against his chest.

“You’ve been taking my cock so well baby girl. Let me hear how good I make you feel. Let me hear how much you love my cock and my cum and my spit. Tell me, or you don’t get to cum.”

You begin to stumble over words as you try your best to keep your grasp on reality.

“I-I love it daddy! I love your cock! I love it so much, it-it’s so big and it stretches my tiny little pussy out so much! Daddy I love taking what you give me--I love being your good girl--please!”

“My good girl. My good. Fucking. Girl,” He says, once again punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts, “Now, beg me to cum or I’ll fill you up with my seed and leave you here.” He whispers directly into your ear, bringing one hand up to play with your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back.

Your eyes widen at the threat. “No daddy--please let me cum, please please please-- I’m sorry I was a brat I’ll be such a good girl from now on-- I promise I’ll follow all your rules and listen to everything you say-- just please let me cum.”

“Okay sweet girl, let go for me, yeah? Clench around my cock and let go for me.” He brings his hand back down to your clit, rubbing at it once again. Nearly the second his command left his mouth, your whole body tenses, your walls clench around him, causing him to groan loudly in your ear, and you feel your orgasm rip through you. Your vision goes white for a few seconds and you feel Harry’s grip on your waist tighten so that you wouldn’t fall. He lowers your body down onto the mattress, continuing to piston in and out of your tired pussy until you feel him release inside you.

For a while it feels like he’ll never stop cumming, but eventually his thrusts slow down, and he presses a kiss to your shoulder as he pulls out slowly. You wince tiredly, and Harry whispers apologies and he presses soft kisses up and down your back.

Once he’s all the way out, he gently flips you on your back and brings his middle and fingers up to your sensitive pussy. You go to move away from him, whimpering about how it hurts, but he pulls you back.

“We gotta make sure none comes out, right babydoll? We want as much as we can get to stay in there, yeah baby?” He pushes his fingers into you, pushing his cum farther inside you, and you whimper and whine at his movements, but you don’t push him away. When he eventually pulls his fingers out of you, you look down at his form to see him already staring at you, pushing one of his fingers into his mouth. He sucks the combination of his and your cum off his finger, and begins to move up your body. He taps his other cum-covered finger on your lips, and you obediently open your mouth and invite it in. You suck on his finger like your life depends on it, and Harry can’t seem to break his eyes away from where your lips surround his finger.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, baby. Always so fucking good. Always doing whatever daddy asks, aren’t you?”

You smile up at him as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, “Almost always, daddy.”

“Alright, you brat. Let’s get you to the bathroom and then in the tub so we can cuddle, okay?” He says, a soft smile on his face as he traces his fingers along your jaw.

“Of course daddy, but I think you’ll have to carry me. My legs feel like jelly.”

He chuckles at this, scooping his arms around your body as he makes his way to the bathroom. “I think I can handle that, sweet girl.”

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flour-cloud · 3 years

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Henlo fandom! Now we explore that angst situation where Alcina is drunk by a excessive amount of maiden's blood and passed out in front of Donna's door. Mention of: self-inflicted pain, blood, tortures and loss of children.

It is a cold, dark night. When that forgotten-by-Gods village had a night with a full moon and shining stars? Something that was remotely...nice? Alcina was devastated by Ethan's murder of her daughters, she managed to survive by pure accident and the basements smell so good, that place looks so inviting and tempting: darkness, loneliness, silence. Peace. A dead woman rotten to the core clearly belonged to a place with that aura. A long,red,solitary tear run from her eyes to her neck all the way down that white, burned and ripped dress she loves so much. Alcina put her head under the blood line in a tub full of sanguine Virginis than she walks out the door. That disgusting human stole the body of her angels after the fight. If the vampire had a heart she probably would ripped it off her chest. The lady of the castle try to sit on chair made of iron spines in order to feel something different. Maybe that inflicted pain is the proof she has a heart,but one that does not pump anymore. If she peeled her skin maybe she would find crystals, something more noble than that rotten corpse that she is.That numb in her mind ... she was unable to say a single word about anything. The blood she drunk is restoring her body-structures and organs, but she has no urgency of breathing. Suddenly,when the moon reveals itself trough clouds Alcina decides to stand up and drink some more. Her head only reminds her how disgraceful that behaviour is.

So Alcina walks for minutes,for hours, ignored by monsters on the streets,by animals. And she passed out in a foggy zone she does not remember .

Angie opened the door.

"Mom! That tall busty woman smalls bad! Maybe is dead! Can we use her skin? May I have her claws? We can cut them off! " suggests the creature .

It is not usual that Donna moves to the front door from her chamber and her laboratory in the house,but when Angie calls mom should be there, no? A woman passed out at her door? A tall,busty woman? Maybe Alcina? That sounds bad. She paused for a moment and she looks down at her feet the big, stained and smelling body. "Call for help,Angie " Donna decides abruptly "no,darling, you can't have claws from her,she is alive. Very alive, stinky, but alive".

A bunch of clowns and creepy broken dolls help to transport Alcina inside.

Donna is disappointed when Alcina's blood stained the elegant sofa, she scrunch her nose a bit. "Now what? I am bored,mom". "Now we wait, Angie, come here" that authoritative and quiet calls is enough for the doll to obey happily.

Alcina opens her eyes.

"What happened?"asks Donna "miss, what happened?".

"I ... Bela,Cassandra...Daniela" the vampire tried to speak with a bit of fake confidence "they are gone. My precious angels are gone" more blood more tears more stains shaking in her big, massive body.

"Ethan" Donna is clever and fast in deduction "I have to give him the second piece of that baby".

"Miranda will scold you" a fake answer to something that was not a question.

"I am not afraid of her" Donna answers "are you afraid of Mother Miranda?"

"You should. She is immortal until we gave Rose pieces" tells the vampire. Alcina breathe instinctively for a moment and she looks at the veiled woman "she took you,darling,why disrespecting her?"

"Why fight to live without hope of a win? Why to live without the ones we love? We were chosen by mother's, but we are us, we ... feel. She doesn't. I am supposed to be grateful but Mother Miranda only expanded my sorrow."

The whole debate happened trough a doll. A demonic,creepy,doll that Alcina found incredibly creepy but well preserved. The lady scans the room with the eyes able to see in the dark: well dressed dolls with perfect hair and the finest jewelry on the shelves, the flowers and the toxic flowers on the table, the finest piece of furniture. That woman shows taste in art and wood pieces. Alcina looked at her hands: pale long fingers with nails painted in black.

Donna suddenly look distressed and she disappeared in the deep of the house. The conversation was too much for her fragile mind. She need some space and Alcina was not in the mood to follow her.

Time goes by, Ethan got the baby part, but Donna is still alive. Alcina hide while all happened.

Alcina does not know why that dolls were so fascinated by her. Not only Angelica was possessed and possessive, but she started to follow her with a big scissor in her tiny hand. The woman takes her up one day:"Mom she picked me,mom!"the doll screams from the top of her lungs.

Donna remained silent.

Alcina show a vague interest in the demonic creature, but she acts sweetly when the focus is on her: someone like her cannot be bothered by a minuscule doll.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"I want your claws! Mama does not want me to have them, but they are beautiful and sharpened!" she laughed hysterically.

"You have to listen to your mother, sweet creature" she whispered "mother knows best".

"You have daughters! I remember mama told me about them".

"I had . They were killed by Ethan". It is the first time Alcina can say it out loud, verbally. That sentence sounds unbreakable and definitive, but true.

The doll sits on her shoulder:"You are so tall madame, I can climb you. I still don't get why you choose my door to pass out a week ago".

Ah,the voices shifting, Donna is back from darkness.

"Do you want to climb me specifically, Donna,or is that a little joke from your doll?". Alcina does not have idea if she was flirty and why. The artist does not want to makes Donna close herself again inside her dark mind.

Alcina thought about the last time she met the dollmaker, that elegant, dark and melancholic figure that speaks only by her doll. In the past week she saw Beneviento dress, the creative process of her creatures. "She has daughters that will never be corrupted by Miranda" she thoughts feeling the sadness arise in her chest.

Donna in her room is sewing faster than usual. She missed a point. She is distracted, she is afraid and that sentence in mind:"Do you want to climb me?" What does that mean? That woman has no shame literally and Donna does not want to be touched by anyone. Maybe Angie could do some work with her body and that vampire was enormous. Ugh. Too much to process.

Donna Beneviento decide she should do something about the vampire question in her room downstairs.

"I am sorry for the loss you experienced " Donna declared with her firm and soft voice "I want to give you something" . The creative act is sacred to Donna, she infused the presents with magic and dark force but the looks,oh, the details, the refined painting and the matching capes. Every doll has its own blade and insects made by gemstones on the dresses.

Alcina collapsed on her knees and then looked to Donna who keep an unreadable expression under her curtain. "You should stop drink this much, madame. I cannot stay here every night of my life listening to bad jokes about sapphic sex".

Donna run away and Alcina takes two big breaths in, two out. These dolls were identical to her daughters, it was a gift by Donna , a sign of her attention to the loss and mourning the woman faced.

No, her daughters did not die forever. She takes the dolls and cuddle them, she held them onto her chest.

What was that about sapphic sex? The vampire rolled her eyes.

Also Angie climb up to her. She wants to be cuddled and hugged.

"You'll may be my new second mum if you stop scaring mama Donna" she warning the woman.

"I am not scaring your mother and I was still drunk".

"Don't try to justify yourself!" That scream again from empty lungs not used to work properly. Alcina avoided a blade from Angie. "Mom appreciated you eradicated flowers Miranda gave us. Mom wants to be happy. Mom wants to be safe ".

Alcina ripped the horrendous flowers from the house and the garden one of the morning after she get drunk. Alcina as a perfect lady was not able to keep her hands out of Donna's house that was... dirty, if she had to say kindly. The lady decided that an act of good can do better than a dozens words of wisdom.

"I did it because it was necessary: if she wanted to be freed from Miranda's power the flowers are a first step".

"Mom knows that you are kind and considerate. Sometimes. When you do not eat human flesh, she doesn't like that behaviour ".

"It is not something I decided to start: It is a consequence of the mutation Miranda induced" the vampire defends herself.

"She knows,but she does not like it anyway" replied Angie" and she also think you two have two talk when she feels better". Alcina agreed

The next monday Donna feel better to face a conversation. At 9.00 in the morning,Donna shows up at the table .

Alcina looked at her:"How are you,darling?".

"Scared" answered Donna " and tired. Do you still have some jokes about sex? I find sex repulsive".

"I find sex interesting. But I am the one here who is trivial and coarse isn't it?" She smiled " so you are interested in me but not in sexual situations. Ok" she sipped a little of blood tea.

Beneviento didn't expected that fast acceptance for her condition about their relationship. Relationship? Oh God. She looked at Alcina.

"Is that ok for you?".

"Incredibly ok" answered the vampire lady "you host me in your home, you gave me your couch and you use your magic for me without doubting a moment. If I have to renounce sex for all of this...fine. your doll is far more interesting to me than a vagina".

"Thank you". The only thing miss Beneviento was able to think about was "thank you" like a broken neon.

The vampire nodded :"yes,I know, I am fabulous and awesome and I eat human flesh but darling,I would be too perfect If I didn't. You have fetus in the hall".

"It is an allucination" said Donna but she laughed "do you like it? Sometimes I call it Roger".

"You give your hallucinations names?"asked the woman.

"They were the only thing I had before your drunk depressed night walk".

"So I did the right thing somehow" decided the brunette, happily .

"No, but I am not in the position to criticise your choices ".

"You did it right now".

"I prefer to call what I did - exposing facts-" Donna take the tea.

Alcina laughed and also Angie.

"You have very strange reaction when you are afraid. So you need another mom for Angie?"

The dollmaker was quiet for a moment:"Yes. And weren't you the one who was happy with climbing up to each other?".

Sassy. Donna Beneviento is incredibly sassy when she feel enough strength and emotional involvement with someone. Alcina loves it.

"So can I climb on you?"asked Angie to Alcina" now you are my mom!" The little doll was delighted with her new person in the house.

Alcina gave to Donna a long,intense and funny sight. The question implied is clear to them both.

Maybe Donna also needed a mom sometimes. Maybe her damaged mind blurs the lines between the affection she missed and the affection she is getting,but that's not important. She is happy again, the house is full of living presences. A vampire. Oh,the irony...

The doll hugged mom Alcina strongly.

Miranda punished Donna for the misbehaving and the Ethan question, she suffered again and she came back home struggling to breathe properly because of the tortures she faced.

Alcina preserved her and protected her till the end of their time. The explosion and the mold died was a relief to both of them. Angie was broken,but Donna opened her single eye with the face covered in blood. She snuggled into Alcina arms for a moment covering her dress with stains, the vampire cleanse the veils in a fountain and put them back on Donna's angelic face, giving her a kiss.

"Sleep,darling, you are tired" Dimitrescu murmured while caressing the hair of the other woman on her lap "sleep,I am here. We did it. Ethan won".

"I want to be drunk right know" Donna declared and gives Alcina a kiss, a long, intense blood-tasting kiss.

"Nah,darling,better this way. I am sure tomorrow you will be at work for something that can climb up to me and I have a maiden to crush".

"Probably " answered Donna "but please,do not left the couch dirty. I have only one couch" and she fall asleep after a long time, hand in hand with someone who loves.

#resident evil what if #resident evil headcanons #resident evil the village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #donna beneviento #alcinaxdonna #lesbian dimitrescu #countess alcina dimitrescu #countess alcina #vampire #fluff #angst #short stories #fanfiction #resident evil fanfic

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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Harmony of Love

Category: Romantic Fluff, Family Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Kairi, Sora

Hey, everyone! I’m back again for Day 3 of @sokaiweek, this time for the prompt “Melody”! I’m in the mood for baby lovin’ after babysitting some young-uns, so, enjoy this sweet kid fic!

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” Kairi shushed as she hurried into the room, speaking over her baby’s frantic wails and sobs. She lowered the side of the crib so she could lean down and scoop up her daughter, holding her tenderly to her chest while she slowly rose up. “That’s it, that’s it,” she soothed while she patted her infant’s back. Her little hands pawed at Kairi’s nightgown, bunching the pink fabric in her chubby fingers to ground herself. Kairi bounced her up and down and twisted her body back and forth, and the baby’s loud wails finally settled into pathetic whimpers and sniffles.

“That’s it,” she hummed, pulling back to gently push her daughter’s auburn curls out of her face. “Did you have a nightmare, my love?” Of course, her daughter couldn’t reply, but her wandering gaze and watery eyes were enough of an answer. “I know, my darling, my little Hikari. The world is scary, huh?” Kairi smiled, and her baby just warbled sadly. “I know. I have them too, sometimes. Someday I’ll tell you all about it… About the adventures of your father and I.”

Hikari’s cheeks began to redden as she began to cry again, so Kairi began to tut over her pitiful cries.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’m here.” She guided Hikari’s head to rest on her shoulder, continuing to bob and swish and bounce on her way to the white rocking chair in the corner. “I’m here,” she murmured again while she sank down onto the lace-edged cushion. The wood creaked under her weight, and then the plush stuffing of the pillow relaxed to nestle her in comfort.

“That’s it,” she said again when Hikari finally quieted down, resting against her body and looking up at her with those blue, blue eyes. She’d always thought Hikari had her father’s eyes, blue like the glittering ocean surrounding their island home. Of course, Sora always turned it around on her, saying that Hikari’s eyes were like Kairi’s, the brilliant azure of the sky. Really, Hikari’s eyes were just a representation of everything else she was— their beautiful baby, their perfect union, their gorgeous harmony of love.

“Donna tokidatte, tada hitoride, unmei wasurete, iketekitanoni,” Kairi sang softly. She used her toes to begin gently rocking the chair back and forth. She stroked Hikari’s silky-soft strands of hair as she sang, smiling serenely, and her heart swelled as her daughter’s lips inched up into a smile of her own. “Totsuzen no hikari no naka megasameru, mayonakani.”

Hikari cooed happily as Kairi leaned in to nuzzle her daughter’s nose with her own while she finished the verse. Kairi had known many joys in her life, but Hikari’s bubbly laughter was perhaps one of the greatest. Hikari’s cheek was as smooth as velvet as Kairi stroked it gently with her finger, appreciating the rosy hue of life flooding the skin. Hikari’s eyes gleamed as she watched her mother sing to her in a soft voice, those brilliant blues full of admiration and trust and reverence. It was a look Kairi would never tire of.

“Shizukani, deguchini tatte, kurayami ni hikari wo ute,” she continued, fingers skipping down from her daughter’s face to her little chest, where she tickled her. Hikari squealed before giggling loudly, prompting Kairi to laugh too because those sweet little laughs were just so infectious. She then rubbed Hikari’s belly to settle her back down, continuing to sing, “Imadoki yakusoku nante, fuan ni saseru dakekana, negai wo kuchi ni shitaidake sagasou kunimo, shoukai suruyo kitto umaku ikuyo…”

Finally, Hikari’s eyes began to drift shut. Her breathing evened out even as she fought to stay awake, but Kairi’s melody never failed to lull her daughter back into a restful sleep. Kairi leaned down to kiss her forehead, then sang against her skin, “Donna tokidatte, zutto futaride, donna tokidatte, soba ni irukara kimi to iu hikari ga watashi wo mitsukeru, mayonakani…”

Her voice drifted off into silence, and then the only sound was her daughter’s slow, even breathing. Kairi smiled, tears glittering in her eyes from the sheer amount of love welling up inside her, and then kissed her daughter’s head. Carefully, slowly, she stood up from the chair to walk back to the crib. She laid Hikari down on the plush cushioning and covered her with her baby blanket, then turned on the mobile with palm trees, paopu fruits, and seagulls above her head. A sweet tune began to play from the speakers as colorful lights danced across the plastic. Even after Kairi had pulled the crib’s bars back up, she stood at the side of the crib to watch her daughter sleep.

She had no idea Sora had been standing in the doorway the whole time until he murmured, “I love it when you sing to her.”

She looked over her shoulder with a sweet smile, then looked back to the slumbering Hikari. Sora’s steps were careful as he walked up behind her to wrap his arms around her middle and rest his chin on her shoulder, joining his beloved in watching their daughter sleep. “She looks like an angel,” he smiled, then turned into her neck to lovingly nibble at her skin. Kairi giggled at the ticklish caress, reaching up to play with his sleep-mussed hair, which was even spikier than usual.

“You don’t think she’s much of an angel when you’re changing her diapers,” she joked, and Sora scrunched his nose up in disgust. Changing dirty diapers was an aspect of fatherhood that he was still adjusting to, but she couldn’t blame him; they were pretty stinky. Still, there were a thousand other things about his relationship with Hikari that made up for that. She loved watching him play with her when he gave her a bath, and the way he babbled to her in that sweet sing-song baby talk, and danced with her around the room until she was literally screaming with delight.

“Look, I’m sorry, but whatever comes out of Hikari’s bottom is like toxic waste,” Sora smirked as he nuzzled further into her neck, giving her a squeeze. Kairi just laughed, because she kind of had to agree. “Still an angel, though, even if her diapers are stinky. Our perfect little angel.”

“Our perfect little angel,” she echoed, and despite the circumstances, Kairi’s heart still fluttered at the word “our.” Even now, the idea that she was spending her life with this perfect man, that they had this perfect baby, that they had this perfect life— it just filled her with so much joy that she just had to let it out in the form of tears lest she explode.

“Hey,” Sora crooned when he realized she’d started silently crying again. She sniffed as he turned her face so he could kiss the tears away, smiling all the while. “What is it?”

“I’m just— I’m just so happy,” she laughed, knowing it was kind of silly but unable to help it. Sora would never laugh at her, though, not when he was a big ol’ crybaby himself. Purring, Sora turned her around in his arms so he could press a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then to each of her cheeks, and then finally her lips. Then he looked at her with those deep blue sea eyes, those eyes like their daughter’s, those eyes full of so much love it was suffocating in the best way.

“I’m happy too, Kairi. I”m so happy I can share this wonderful life with you,” he whispered. He grabbed her hands so he could entwine their fingers together, and then he brought him to his mouth so he could kiss those, too. She couldn’t help but laugh as she lavished her in affection, just like he always did. He was nothing if not full of love.

“Donna tokidatte, tada hitoride, unmei wasurete, iketekitanoni,” he sang in a raspy, kind of off-key voice against her palm, making her snort in laughter. His eyes glittered as he continued to sing in that low voice, and it made her smile so hard that her cheeks ached a little. But like heck she was going to ask him to stop. As he sang the next verse, she sang with him: “Totsuzen no hikari no naka megasameru, mayonakani.”

“Your voice is definitely prettier than mine,” he laughed, and she dropped her head with a snicker. When she looked back up, she pressed a kiss to his chin, making his smile widen.

“I think you still did a good job,” she said, and he preened under her praise. She’d always had such a way of giving him a big head with just the simplest of words. Or maybe it was just every word she said was magic to him, the sap. Oh, but he was her sap, and she was kinda sappy for him, too.

She wasn’t sure if it was the lullaby or just the fact it was the early hours of the morning, but Kairi’s eyes began to droop, too. Sora noticed, and promptly bundled her into his arms, making her jump up to wrap her legs around him. She showered his face in pets and kisses as he carried her out of the nursery back to their shared bedroom.

Just as they were snuggling back into bed, Hikari’s shrill cries echoed through the house, and Kairi had to laugh at the futility of sleep. As she prepared to get back out of bed, Sora pushed on her shoulders to get her to lay back down.

“But she won’t go to sleep without the lullaby,” she said as Sora slipped out of bed, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn.

“I know. I gotta practice, and besides, it’s push-and-pull, right? It ain’t fair if you do all the work.”

“I think you just wanna get out of diaper duty tomorrow,” she teased, and Sora snorted in response.

“Just go to bed,” he laughed while shoving a pillow into her face. Kairi rolled over, hugging the pillow to her chest as she rolled onto her side. She watched Sora walk off back down the hall, and as she melted gratefully into the bed, Hikari’s cries quieted. Soon, they were replaced with the soft voice of Sora singing, and Kairi’s eyes drifted shut with a smile.

Our perfect little life, she thought again, and it really was.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

#sokai #sokaiweek #sokaiweek2021 #sora x kairi #kairi x sora #kingdom hearts

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marril96 · 3 years

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Out of the Woods

Chapter 3: Track & Trace

Characters: reader, Sam, Dean

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: An explosive argument leads to you running away and puts Rowena in danger.

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian

*****

Sam and Dean tried to comfort you on the way back to the hotel, which only made you feel worse. Only made you feel more guilty for running away, for Rowena following after you because she was an idiot who was too in love with you to realize it was a bad idea.

"She could've dropped the phone," Dean suggested, though he didn't believe it himself. "Could've cut herself on the screen."

"I'm begging you to stop," you told him, desperate for silence, for respite. As if it wasn't enough that your girlfriend — whom you'd parted with on bad terms — had gone missing. The last thing you needed was listening to Dean's purposely dumb theories.

The three of you had agreed to return to the hotel room and have you do a tracking spell. A horrible idea, really; tracking was Rowena's thing. You sucked at it. As good as you were at magic, thanks to her excellent teaching skills and immense amounts of patience, tracking was one of the few things you struggled with. Latching on to missing objects and people was difficult.

It was easier when it came to supernatural beings. They usually carried an aura, a presence that made it easy to follow to its source, a sort of string invisible to the naked eye but a perfect guide to a witch. Whenever you practiced on Rowena, it was almost a piece of cake.

But this was different. This was for real. She'd never been so far away from you. It would be difficult, much more so, to look for her in an unknown town than it was in your own neighborhood.

"You can do it, darling."

Rowena said it every time you worried about learning a new spell. Every time you feared failure. She was there, and she would guide you through every step, every single moment,. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"That's my girl!"

She was proud of you so many times. Even when you struggled. Even when you didn't do well, didn't quite meet her standards. She never made you feel inept, inadequate. You were her girl, and she was proud of your every attempt. There was no perfection in witchcraft. Only progress. And, she'd said, you were progressing more than well.

You certainly hoped so for now she needed you the most and there was no time for failure. No time for insecurity.

The brothers cleared a small space to you in the room and watched as you sorted the candles into an imperfect circle around you. Once it was done, you lowered to your knees, and, magic bursting in your veins like lava, hot and deadly, started to chant.

The town was bare of magic. Empty. Startlingly lonely. Had it always been that way, or was everyone magic, everyone non-human, killed? Maybe the victims whose deaths you'd been investigating were the last ones. Final remnants of magic, forever quieted down by a monster — a monster who didn't have claws, whose only fuel, only power, was hatred for everything different than him.

Different than it for you refused to humanize the beast who'd done all this. The beast who'd had your girlfriend and was surely doing unspeakable things to her, things you didn't dare imagine but couldn't keep your mind from wandering to.

Focus, you told yourself. Your first job was to find her. Everything else would be taken care of in due time.

Rowena was strong. Resilient. A survivor. She'd survived a brutal death at the hands of the Devil himself. A pathetic hunter was nothing in comparison. He could shatter her, break her, but he couldn't kill her. Not permanently. For the first time since you'd found out about their fate, you were grateful to know Sam would be the one to permanently kill her.

You gripped Rowena's necklace — the gold one with a circle pendant — tight as you yelled the words of magic, exactly the way she'd taught you. She used to wear it all the time, had owned it for decades, possibly centuries; it was as good of an anchor as any. Nothing stood out amidst the vast emptiness. No signal. No pull. You spat the words again, and again. Focused your mind solely on Rowena, on her power that greatly surpassed yours.

You could find it.

You could do it.

"That's my girl," you imagined her saying. The words you needed to hear. The encouragement you craved.

No beacon. No light. A vast field, a graveyard lone of magic.

And then…

"Got her!" you yelled, fingers instantly clenching around the necklace. The fragile metal burying into your skin.

"Where is she?" Sam asked, relieved. You weren't just missing a girlfriend; he was missing a friend, a good one. No matter your opinion on him and his brother, you couldn't deny they were close. That they meant something to each other — something you could never come to comprehend.

"She's…" The streak of power was faint. Blinking. But, as you closed in on it, let your own power latch on, you could see it freely. Could feel it in your veins as if it were a part of you, a limb you'd just gained. "I can take us there."

"Let's go!" Dean said.

The room was instantly emptied. Belongings shoved in the trunk of the Impala. You were glad to be away from the stinky room, to never have to go back. The three of you quickly checked out, and were on your way.

"We still don't know what we're dealing with, so be careful," Dean said, as if you were a child. As if you'd never faced danger.

"It's a witch-killing maniac," you said, annoyed.

"We don't know that."

"Oh, don't give me that shit! You can't honestly believe this is some witch offing random people. This one's on your kind."

It sounded a lot like an accusation, and it was supposed to.

Sam, ever the peacemaker, spoke up. "We're just saying, we need to be careful."

No, you thought. You needed to get there as fast as possible, kill the son of a bitch, and rescue your girl. Bursting in, guns and magic blazing, was more than okay with you, so long as it got the bastard away from Rowena. The three of you could handle him. Rowena, captured, probably bound in iron, couldn't.

The spell led you to a secluded cabin at the very edge of town. Nothing but trees and weeds for miles. A perfect little torture chamber for a deranged psycho.

Dean parked the car right before the property line, behind a thick bundle of trees. The three of you tiptoed to the cabin, slow, careful, hiding behind trees and various pieces of junk the bastard has accumulated in his yard. You were, once again, offered a gun, and, just like last time, had declined it. You had your magic on standby, ready to fire at your command. Ready to destroy, to ravage, the avenge.

Rowena would have been proud.

She would be proud.

Noise from inside the cabin made your ears perk up. It was faint, but as you got closer, you could make out familiar screams and yelling, words unknown but their meaning clear — anger. Worry clenched at your heart, dug its pointy talons deep into it. Your eyes watered; you instantly wiped at them and took a deep breath to steady yourself. There would be time for crying later. Right now, you had a girlfriend to rescue.

You looked at Dean, then shifted your glance to the door. Do it, your expression said, clear as day.

He shook his head.

You glared and mouthed, hissed, "Do it!"

He looked unsure.

You turned to Sam, who seemed to share his brother's sentiment.

"No!" The word rang loud, startling you. The voice you knew by heart, now broken, desperate. So different to the power it oozed with earlier during your argument. "Stop!"

A muffled response, then a scream.

A rebellious tear spilled down your face. The monster was hurting Rowena. It was one thing to imagine it. To hear it, to hear her cries of pain…

"Do it or I will," you said in a low voice, fixing Dean with your deadliest stare. One you'd stolen from Rowena, that left no room for argument.

Dean pondered on it for a moment, then, getting a nod from Sam, crept forward and, with all the strength he carried, kicked at the door. It fell off its hinges under the force of the strike, tumbled down like a useless sack.

"Get away from her!" he yelled, raising his gun.

Sam went in after him, and, his own weapon up, said, "Stay back!"

You followed right after.

The sight that greeted your eyes made you wish you hadn't.

It was right then and there that you decided the son of a bitch would die, and it would be far from pretty.

*****

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eclecticmiasma · 4 years

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do you have any yandere Formaggio headcanons, or just any headcanons for Formaggio in general? I love my stinky cheese man so much 💕💕

Y’know, I've had a bit of a headcanon for cheese man that I’ve wanted to try out!

NSFW

[Warnings: general yandere scariness, strip clubs, prostitution, mentions of abuse]

Formaggio’s always been a ladies man, so settling on one woman wasn’t ever something he thought he’d do. Everything that comes out of his mouth is greasy, and he loves to flirt with anything that moves.

This man has been to a strip club more times than any other member of Passione. If you ask him about it, he’ll just play it up like the uninterested girls in his life just aren’t his speed.

The playboy nature comes to a halt when there’s a new member at his most frequented joint. Formaggio falls head over heels for her immediately.

His main thought: she’s way to beautiful to be at a place like this. Her bright eyes carry a sense of naivete, and she even seems nervous to be on stage, like a deer in the headlights.

She has the body of a goddess but the face of an angel. She can’t be more than twenty and, in Formaggio’s mind, she’s in desperate need for help.

Help that only he can provide.

As soon as he can get her, he’s paying for private dances. She’s trying to sweet talk him and grind on his lap, but she’s clearly inexperienced. Formaggio wraps his muscled arm around her waist and pulls her in to whisper against her neck.

“I can get you outta here, doll. Just say the words.”

Formaggio talks her into giving him her number. The other girls warn her that nothing good can ever come from treating a customer like he’s truly special, but his massive tips mean less time she has to spend prostituting herself outside of work. Less time getting beaten for not earning enough.

He starts texting her, getting agitated when she doesn’t text back. When he calls her, he leaves her voicemails talking like they’re already a couple. She slowly realizes that maybe she had fucked up, that she should have cut him off right when it all started. Maybe it’s not too late, she thinks, and begs her pimp for a new phone.

Formaggio gets it in his head that the reason he can’t get a hold of her is that damn pimp of hers. He must have found out he’s been planning to get her out of there, set up a nice life for them where she can keep the house warm while he’s away on jobs.

So, he and Illuso have a little “talk” with him. Just a little one. All they have to do is rough him up a bit and tell him that they’re in Passione, and he offers to sell her in a heartbeat.

Sell her? Formaggio thinks it over. On the one hand, he could just kill this guy and whisk her away for free. On the other hand, money is king. She could be irrevocably his.

When darling finds out she’s been sold, at first she’s elated. Her pimp was not a kind man, and whoever bought her must have a massive amount of cash. Maybe she’ll finally sleep in a warm bed for once.

But when she see’s Formaggio standing there, arms wide, grin plastered on his face, her heart drops.

The girls were right.

#jjba imagines #yandere #yandere!formaggio #formaggio #not sfw #minors dni #tw: prostitution #tw: mentioned abuse #tw: strip clubs #la squadra #drabbles

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legolaslovely · 5 years

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Angel

A/N: Let the Kili love continue! Have some smut on this Sunday. This was totally inspired by Desperate Romantics but with a nice, loyal male character haha! Hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Word Count: 2,401

Warnings: smut, angst for plot but not much, fluff

Summary: Kili falls in love with a prostitute and tries to convince her to court him.

It was a busy night at the pub. Patrons called and waved to waitresses as they rushed by, begging for more ale and more pies and sausages. The line was three deep in places around the bar and a game of darts in the corner left dwarfs bellowing at each other over their bets. The smell in the air alone was enough to send most dams right back out the front door. But (Y/N) didn’t care. This was a money making night.

Her skirts were rucked up around her thighs as she straddled the strong dwarf’s lap whose lips were on her neck. She closed her eyes and imagined someone else below her, instead of the stinky, pig headed regular who had bought her attentions for an hour. She imagined soft lips, long dark hair, and strong hands. She imagined her prince. She rolled her hips and cringed when the growl she heard wasn’t the one she wanted. But she was interrupted just in time.

“He’s back,” another one of the working girls said in her ear.

(Y/N) opened her eyes and swiveled her head to see Prince Kili striding through the bar straight to her. She gave the dwarf under her a long, wet kiss and said, “It’s been swell, but your time’s up.”

“But I paid for an hour!”

“And an hour’s passed. Time flies when you’re having fun.” She kissed him again and hopped off his lap, walking away from where she knew the prince was. She wiggled her hips a little extra.

She didn’t turn when he grabbed her arm. “Come with me,” he said.

She waved him off and said, “I’m busy tonight. Maybe someone else can help you.”

He pulled her bottom into him and growled into her ear. “You know I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

She scooted her skirts into his already hard erection and leaned her head back on his shoulder, kissing his cheek. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

He pulled her up the corner stairs of the pub and slapped her bottom when they reached the top. She could feel his eyes burning her dress as she led the way to the third room on the right. The one they always used.

Once they were both inside, he slammed the door shut and pushed her against the wood, gluing his lips to hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. She pulled away playfully and he glared at her, then moved to her neck.

“I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” she said. She listened to him grunt and groan against her skin as he sucked a mark into her neck and groped at her bottom under her skirts.

“How could you ever think I wouldn’t come for you?” He licked a line over her breasts that popped over her corset.

“I heard tell you were marrying a foreign princess.”

He stopped. He straightened and rested his hands gently on her hips. “You heard correctly. But plans have changed. I’m not marrying.”

“Oh? And why not? I heard you’re quite the catch. Why’d she turn you down?”

He smirked and leaned down to bite her ear hard enough to make her gasp and push him away. He chuckled and licked the spot to sooth the burn. “I’m not marrying her because I’m in love with someone else.”

Her breath caught in her lungs but before she could say another word, he ripped her skirts. “Hey! I like these!”

He pushed the skirts to the ground and dove back to her neck. “I’ll buy you more. The most stunning dress for the most stunning dam.” His fingers rushed to undo her corset.

“And what am I to wear for other customers tonight?” she asked, already knowing what he’d say.

“You’ll have no more customers tonight.” He pushed the last of her clothes to the floor and picked her up to carry her to the bed. She wrapped her limbs around him tight and pushed her fingers through his hair, making him growl.

“Something’s wrong,” she said as he plopped her on the mattress.

“Nothing is wrong in this moment, my dear.”

She pushed him away. “Oh, yes. It is wrong that I am naked and you are not.” She tugged on the neck of his tunic. “Off. Now.”

He did as he was told, throwing the tunic to the other side of the room. Then he hovered above her again.

“No, no. Those too.”

He sighed and shook his head, but stood and started unlacing his trousers. “Someone’s a little eager.”

“You did make me wait all night,” she said.

He stepped out of his trousers and she licked her lips as his heavy member bounced against his thighs as he returned to his spot above her. “It’s barely eleven.”

“And I was ready for you at six.” She flipped them on the bed until she was straddling him. She took her time kissing down his furred, muscled chest, licking and nipping at the delicious, sweet skin. She bit her lip when his erection bounced to greet her but before she could wrap her lips around him, he sat up and pushed her back to the mattress.

He kissed her deeply, muffling her frustrated groan. He smirked and kissed across her cheek to growl in her ear. “You’re mine.”

“Are you telling me you don’t want my mouth on you?” Her question ended with a whimper as he rubbed his member over her slick folds up to her sensitive mound.

“Of course I do. But we have all night. And I need you now, my love.”

Her eyes blew wide at the name. Had he really said it? But her questions were taken from her as his throbbing erection dove inside her in one thrust. She tangled her fingers in his hair and listened to him groan at her searing walls tightening around him. The sound sent even more heat to her stomach.

He kissed every inch of her his lips could reach and his hands caressed the rest as his cock stretched her and stroked every hidden corner inside her. His fingers laced in her free ones and her leg was pulled up to rest over his strong shoulder. The new angle made (Y/N)’s eyes snap shut. Every thrust pulled a whimper or groaning grunt from her.

He glued his forehead to hers. “Do I feel good, my dear?”

She nodded.

“Use your words, darling.”

She groaned and shook her head. No person in this land could render her speechless as her prince could.

“Answer me,” he said.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

She opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a look she couldn’t quite place. Here he was pounding into her, growling filth into her ear, and there were his eyes that were so tender and round above a soft, toothy grin. She couldn’t decide if he was a devil or an angel. Her hand slid from his hair to his cheek. “Yes. You are amazing. You feel amazing. Don’t stop.”

He chuckled and kissed her with smiling lips. She gasped when his thumb snaked between them to rub circles into her throbbing clit. He licked her bottom lip and took it in his mouth. “Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” she choked.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I hate you, you stupid prince,” she said through gritted teeth.

“You love me as I love you and you know it.”

“Yes, I do,” she whimpered. She couldn’t believe she’d said it out loud.

As if her words spurred him on, his thrusts grew harder and deeper. It was painful, but she’d take the pain for the pleasure he was giving her. He wrapped his lips around her breast and continued his ministrations. He nibbled and soothed the marks with a scathing tongue. He groaned when her muscles tightened around him and her fingers tangled in his dark hair. He looked up from her breast to see her mouth open in a silent scream, and he rushed to her face, taking her lips in his mouth. “Good girl.”

She writhed and shook as she came undone beneath him. How he loved to watch her let go and recover. And the noises she made as he took care of her sent him to heaven and back. He continued his thrusts, but softened the blows and her eyes opened wide.

“You didn’t-”

“Not yet. You have another one for me, don’t you, love?” He kissed her deeply, feeling her heavy breath fan over his cheeks and then sat up on his knees. He pulled her along his cock and reveled in the sight of their joining. Her breasts bounced and she reached for him, wanting him closer.

He lifted her legs to his shoulders and bent to her and her eyes rolled back at the sight of his muscled arms rippling.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“You’re a pig.”

He laughed and slammed his hips to hers, making her scream.

His hips stuttered and again, he reached between them to rub her most sensitive spot. She wiggled beneath him, setting her legs to his sides and pulling him down to hover just above her. She wasn’t sure she could take much more of him, but she knew he was close. His grunts and groans echoed in her ears and his hands fisted the sheets next to her head. She kissed him and wrapped her legs around his back, allowing him to reach a new, head spinning angle.

She took turns whimpering and whispering his name before the tight coiling in her core sprung loose and projected her into her second high. Her fingers traveled over his tense back as he pushed into her and bellowed her name and his favorite curses into the skin of her neck. He dove in her again and again, hissing and groping her flesh until he was spent.

He deeply breathed in her scent and fell to her side. He pulled her to him, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her shoulder, down her side to her outer thigh. Then he slapped her bottom and squeezed it. “This is mine. You are mine.”

She chuckled. “I am yours tonight and when you come again. In between, I belong to whoever pays for me.”

His thumb ran over her bottom lip. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”

She kissed his finger. “You don’t control me,” she said with a smirk.

“Do my words mean nothing to you?”

“Which words?” She wanted to hear him say it while his mind wasn’t hazed with lust.

“I love you.” He laid her on her back and hovered above her. His raven black curls glowed red in the candle light. She still wondered if he was an angel or a devil and this didn’t help. “I love you and I want to be with you always.”

“You love me while we are in this bed. Will you still love me out of it? When you are a prince and I am nothing?”

“You are not nothing. How could you say that? You-you are everything.” He kissed her forehead, then reached to the bedside table for his purse. “Would I have this for you if my words weren’t true?” He held a courting bead between his thumb and forefinger for her to see. The silver sparkled in the low light and the sapphire looked black against the backdrop of his dark eyes.

Her chest tightened and her stomach swirled but she pushed down the tears that threatened to gather and fall and make her a fool. “If I wear that, I will be beaten and it will be stolen before I leave the pub,” she said.

“Then put it on a chain and wear it where only I will see it.” He kissed the center of her chest. “Or better yet, come home with me and never return to this pub again.”

She laughed, the sound full of disdain. “Oh, yes, I’m sure the king will be thrilled that you’ve traded a foreign princess for a prostitute.”

“He doesn’t know who you are.”

“I’ve served half of his kingdom. He’ll find out.”

Kili leaped off the bed, rifled through his things and slammed a fist full of coins on the table. “You’ll take this and you won’t serve anyone but me, understand?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. In all the time she’d known him, in all the stolen nights and sleepy mornings, he had never raised his voice to her. She was stiff when he returned to the bed and wrapped his arms securely around her.

“You’re right. I am not here to control you or order you around—or shout at you. I’m sorry.” He kissed her shoulder and felt her ease into his hold. “But I am here to love you. You will always be free to make your own decisions, but I wish you would come with me to the mountain and marry me. Or at least court me,” he chuckled.

At length she said, “They’ll think I’m only with you for the status.”

“I’ll know the truth.”

She turned to face him and pushed his hair from his eyes. “Your uncle will not let me step foot in that mountain.”

“He will grow to love you as I have. (Y/N), you don’t belong here. You are incredibly smart and kind. The only reason you ended up here is because your family died in the attack. It’s time you were set free.”

Her gaze fell as he took her hands.

“You don’t have to decide now,” he said. “But I will be here every night trying to convince you to come with me. I won’t give up.”

He kissed her and she leaned into his touch. She laid by his side with her head on his chest imagining what it would be like not to dread his leaving in the morning. She looked to the courting bead on the bedside table and rose to take it. She held it before him. “I want you to braid my hair.”

He rolled over her and kissed her deeply, listening to her laughter fill his ears. He had always imagined what it would be like to not dread leaving her in the morning. Now she would come with him.

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NOUGAT!! TYSM for asking this!! ^^

This is a mega long post so... I’ll edit in a cut here!

2. Does your insert have a very strong relationship with a f/o, maybe more than one? Tell us a little about the dynamic they have! This can be a bond that’s romantic, familial, or platonic, anything - even an enemy would count as a strong relationship!

Ok so! I couldn’t decide which SI to write about, so I decided to write about all of my identifiable SIs thus far (feat. one of my more recent OCs)!

Bellamy Amplexus – Final Fantasy XV SI

-Bellamy is one of my least developed OCs/SIs, and I honestly know next to nothing about the Final Fantasy universe at the moment, so I can’t give much input on them. However, I can tell you that they’re very, very close to the Chocobros, mainly Ignis. Very close. (Wink wink!)

Also, Ardyn stinky, I think. lol

Ayame Otsuka – Golden Kamuy OC

-Ayame is one of my most recent characters in the vein of selfshipping, and she’s got a couple of interpersonal relationships that I’ve figured out—that being said, I don’t actually have anything written about her, so I just know this:

Her and Sugimoto are very platonically involved until about 3 years post-canon (all the while living together and even sharing a goddamn bed), at which point they stop silently pining and actually realize that they’re into each other romantically and sexually. This results in a pregnancy. Yeeah.

Ayame regards Asirpa as a daughter/little sister, effectively becoming a second guardian figure for her alongside Sugimoto. The relationship is a bit of a strangers to found family slow burn, what with Asirpa’s reservations towards randos stumbling into the group’s dynamic, but all is well in the end.

Her and Shiraishi have what I’d describe as a… complicated friendship? You know that one friend, who’s a friend of your close friend, and you only know them via said friend, so it’s kinda weird when they start cracking dirty jokes about you? And especially when they start encouraging your close friend to fuck you? But other than that yeah all’s chill with her and the Escape King.

There’s more to come though, I swear.

Junko Hisayo – Persona 5 SI

Post-canon, Junko is dating and eventually marries Haru Okumura. YES, my gay little heart fluttered just typing that out.

Junko is actually very good friends with my beautiful bestie @dancing-with-my-dreams ’ S/I, Reagan Miyasaki (who’s dating the amazing Ryuji Sakamoto)!

She’s got a pretty solid relationship with the rest of the PT too, considering they’re good friends and literal partners in (ethical!) crime! (Also, if the PT knew the P4 investigation team, she, Naoto and Kanji would be good friends, bcos GNC/AFAB-but-not-fem-aligned buddies and wlw/mlm solidarity, bro!)

However… Junko’s got a really rocky if not totally garbage relationship with Akechi Goro cos y’know… he fucking killed her then-crush-now-girlfriend’s father. (This isn’t to say Junko has any merciful feelings towards Kunikazu Okumura… but that hurt Haru, goddamnit! Also, group traitors are fucking abhorrent.) (Note: I personally don’t hate Akechi, he’s a character I can play around in the grey zone with, but my vibes about him are off-kilter cos of the hurt he’s caused. Especially to my girl.)

She has an enemy in another OC I made to add a villain to her arc—her reason for being with the PT in the first place, Hideo Sunjaya. He’s… he’s an awful, awful character that’s essentially a mini Kamoshida, and I based him heavily off of a person I knew IRL who I used to think of as a friend. He’s the ruler of the palace that she gets her persona’s awakening in. So, I guess he’s good for something… ah, fuck it, he’s a bastard regardless.

Elizabeth Beaufort – Red Dead Redemption 2 SI

Lizzie Beaufort, the only SI I’ve ever used my own first name for. What can I say about her relationships…?

Who am I kidding: she’s deeply, desperately, hopelessly in love with Arthur Morgan. He’s her gentleman, her darling, her angel and her husband. He’s the father of her children and a kind and supportive man… You can tell that I really enjoyed playing RDR2, yeah? (Also, they’re wlw/mlm solidarity of the most powerful kind—two bisexuals deeply in love and supporting each other. Because it’s 1899 but bitch I’m still queer.)

Well, she knows Charles Smith and Sadie Adler well, as friends, through Arthur. Since RDR2 totally definitely ended with Arthur and Lizzie moving to a nice tract of land and starting a ranch nearby the Marstons, she’s close to them as well.

She wasn’t present during the canon plot events don’t @ me.

Gillian Wright – Red Dead Redemption 2 SI

Gilley is Molly O’Shea’s Casanova darling. Loves her dearly, APPRECIATES HER LIKE SHE SHOULD BE APPRECIATED. RDR2 totally ended with her and Molly living in Saint Denis and saving up to move to Ireland because Molly is fucking miserable in America and Gilley has nothing tying her to the country.

This may come as a surprise to you, but Gillian Charity Eustace Wright fucking despises Dutch Van Der Linde. And canonically shot him in the foot. And stole his girlfriend right before his gang fell to pieces. So yeah.

Gilley has an alright opinion of Arthur. Hes a cool dude. That’s all.

She honestly thinks Bill is an annoying prick because she gambled with him and he didn’t fucking pay up when she won.

5. Does your insert have any magical talents or otherwise special abilities? Are they passive, like the ability to befriend animals, or dangerous power that the villains want? Or if theyre evil - any powers the heroes want to stop?

I only have one SI that has any particular “special abilities” in the vein of magic, but I’ve decided to bend the rules a little and use a looser definition of the term “abilities”. I threw in some OCs with powers that’d help me fill up this space a bit better.

Junko Hisayo – Persona 5 SI

Junko’s the only SI I can identify with any particular “magical” abilities. She’s a persona user, wielding the power of a persona whose 1st tier* is based off of Anne Bonny, a famous pirate from the 1700s. She also uses flintlock duelling pistols in the metaverse.

*Her 2nd tier is Lilith and her 3rd tier is based off Mary Read. Junko’s arc is largely related to gender identity and justice, so I thought, why not center her persona tiers around crossdressing pirates and a supposed demon queen who, apparently, was just demonized cos she wanted to be equal to Adam?

Chisato Sato – My Hero Academia OC

Chisato has a quirk that allows her to produce and control a red, slime-like substance that carries an electrical current. Thanks to one of my friends, I’ve now dubbed this power “Taser Jelly”.

Etsuko Kuwata – My Hero Academia OC

Etsuko has a quirk in which she’s able to become in tune with the emotional wavelengths of animals, and this power is dubbed “Animal Empathy”. (She took up psychology and became a therapist because she wanted to understand people just as much as her quirk allows her to understand animals.)

Hoshi Hibiki – My Hero Academia OC

Hoshi has a heteromorphic quirk that gives him bat-like features, such as an upturned, heart shaped nose and set of large fluffy bat ears. The ears in particular give him hypersensitive hearing, which would be a good power if he wasn’t a wannabe villain who became the self-proclaimed nemesis of Present Mic.

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