#take these translations lightly because i had trouble with the tiny text

[industriallyinsecure]

*cracks knuckles* May I request our dear yandere hitmen meeting again their childhood friend. Back when they were kids they promised to marry the other before moving away but now that they happen to meet again it turns our that their beloved childhood friend is already married and even has a mini-me sitting on their arm, shyly peeking at the strange man their parent is greeting oh so happily! How would our upstanding hitmen react? Leave them to their happiness? Or cash in on their promise?

I left Sorb and Gel out of this because they’re too gay and in love to care about a childhood sweetheart. Also I feel like I should share this text from my friend lol

(But if you’d like to see this same req w sorb and gel I’d be happy to oblige)

TW: unhealthy obsessions, unhealthy relationships, general yandere scariness

Formaggio had commitment issues even as a child, but seeing you married to someone else? Big no. And with a whole ass kid?? Even bigger no. Still sleazy and fuckboy-ish when he tries to schmooze information out of you. He’s very wary around your child and declines to hold them. He doesn’t like their beady little eyes and sticks his tongue out at them when you look away. You try to keep the conversation going, but suddenly he has to ‘leave’. He waits until you’re a good distance away to trail you. Formaggio certainly wasn’t the best when it came to keeping a relationship, but he was seriously considering taking the place of your partner. Formaggio is dangerous on his own, but he’s even more dangerous when he’s not thinking clearly.

Illuso likes to believe he can be the bigger person and walk away, but he’s really not. He was happy until he saw the ring on your finger and the little one behind your legs. The ring was his main problem, he didn’t give a shit about the kid. Before he can start projecting and spitting vile words at you, your baby shyly asks who he is. When you said “a very good friend from when I was little”, Illuso’s pride was badly wounded. Friend zoned in two eras of his life, ouch. That stupid little promise to get married, which he clearly remembered you saying yes to, was just an attempt to assess your loyalty to him as a friend (translation: he didn’t know how to cope with a crush when he was younger). When he brought that little fact up, he didn’t miss the way you shied away, bashfully picking up your child. And the way they asked why you both never got married earned them a few brownie points in his mind, but that victory was short lived as you answered that you wouldn’t have had them. In a moment of weakness, Illuso stealthily summoned Man in the Mirror to suck you both into the mirror world via a puddle. He needed to sort a few things out before he sent you on your way. That is, if he decided to let you go.

Pesci is torn. On one hand, you’re happy and you even have your own kid. On the other, you were the only person to see past his appearance and accept him for who he was. See his dilemma? He tries to remain calm and civil, and even offers to babysit for you. But he vents to Prosciutto, who insists that if he really wants you and loves you as much as he says he does, then he had to fight for you. With this new found fire in his stomach, Pesci formulates a plan to take you back and to force that imposter out of your life. He doesn’t want to get his hands dirty, but if push comes to shove, he won’t hesitate to put his foot down and take a stand for you.

Prosciutto was a bit upset when you backed away from his hug, but he quickly realized that it wasn’t a strange grocery bag in your arms. He snuffed his cigarette on the pavement, at your request. And while it wasn’t an opportune time, what with him leaving from a hit, he was more than happy to catch up with you. When you happily explained that you had moved to Napoli with your partner to start a new life, Prosciutto felt a twinge in his heart that he hadn’t felt in a long time but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. You softly asked if he ever got that family he always talked about having with you, bouncing your child on your hip. Of course, he said no, but didn’t elaborate. He won’t pursue you, but he’ll swoop in if there’s ever a hint of marital trouble.

Melone practically snatches your baby out of your arms and is sent into “baby fever” mode. He’s happy when your baby accepts him and immediately asks about your partner and if they’re in your life still. Quickly reminds you of the “joke” promise you two made as kids, but something tells you that he wasn’t joking. Slips you his number and asks you to call if you need a babysitter or needed someone to pass the time with. Looks into your partner and tries to convince you to leave them, your signs don’t match!! They’re obviously just taking advantage of you!!

Ghiaccio goes through the five stages of grief in .0000000001 seconds. You were the one person who could stand him, so when you moved away, he became even more petulant and angry at the world. Honest to goodness believed that you two would marry after high school. He’d be an Olympic Figure Skater and you’d do, well, whatever it was that you were interested in at the time. A dynamic duo. Yes, he had this all planned out at age 11 when he should’ve been paying attention to his math lesson. So seeing the plain ring on your finger and the large glossy eyes of your baby was almost like a slap in the face to him (to put it in Ghiaccio’s words, “like he’d been pissed on, beaten, and set on fire”). He never forgot about you, so why did you forget about him? How was that fair? You’d been taken from him twice?! Fuck! In the heat of the moment he flash freezes you and tucks you into his trunk. Awkwardly holds your little one in his lap, and surprisingly, their tiny squeals and giggles didn’t make him want to tear his hair out. He’ll have to sort this out after he cools off and you warm up. And start thinking about what ring you want. Ghiaccio doesn’t take promises lightly.

Risotto is one of the few that actually lets go. While you were the only one that was there for him (outside of his family of course), he couldn’t handle being the one to take you away and thrust you into the dangerous underground world. He’s just as quiet and cordial as when you were little, gently pressing a finger into your baby’s chubby cheek and wishing you well. He still keeps an eye on you, and soon you’ll find that people that inconvenience you will disappear completely or be eerily nice to you now.

#yandere reader insert #la squadra di esecuzione #yandere formaggio #yandere illuso #yandere pesci #yandere prosciutto #yandere melone #yandere ghiaccio #yandere risotto nero #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #la squadra x reader

[thyme-writes]

Asmo & Skin Care NSFW fic

Working on pulling my work from Archive of Our Own to share with you all here :)

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Asmo x Female MC

Summary:

"Oh wow," I smiled looking at him, "You're serious?" I chuckled and brushed one of my hands through my hair looking around, I hadn't noticed he had a massage table out. I saw the rolling rack with all the products and a few towels on top. "Okay!" I said as the excitement in my belly built up a bit more. "I think it honestly all sounds lovely Asmo."

"Yay! The answer I hoped for. Please head into the bathroom, get undressed and wrap a towel around yourself, okay?" He smiled with a gesture towards the bathroom door.

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The weather in the devildom was not bad by any means, but lately after being here for months on end, my skin was beginning to disagree. I texted Asmodeus, explaining how dyer my situation was with my skin, asking for tips on where to find good products. I could ask someone to get stuff for me in the human realm but it felt like it would be a silly choice, the devildom products would work best down here, assuming they weren't too harsh for my skin.

“Oh darling, I would be happy to share. I’ve got more than enough for you to try rather than buy brand new. Come by after class." His reply was of course sweet as usual, he wasn't greedy like Mammon and if anything he probably noticed my skin wasn't looking great right now, because well he's Asmo. He would notice something like that.

After class I headed straight to Asmo's room, with a nervous pang in my gut. Unfortunately, I was not immune to his flirting, as the avatar of lust he could be really effective in arousing me. I did my best most days to ignore it, but that was usually due to being around people. Yet, here I am walking towards his room and already feeling a bit of excitement rush through me. I shook my head with a chuckle, to try to remind myself he's gonna give me some skin care products and send me on my way, he'll probably be too excited for me to try his stuff to try anything like that.

I walked into his room to see candles lit on every surface and him in very casual, maybe even bedtime clothing. He turned and smiled brightly when I walked in. "Welcome to Asmo spa, please put your bag down and take your jacket off." He chuckled and walked over to me helping me remove my jacket.

"Asmo, what is all this?" I laughed.

"Oh nothing but the best for you dear, i've pulled out all my salon quality products and have decided to give you a spa day." He reached down to caress my hands "I have products for a facial and a moisturizing oil for your body. I think we should start with the facial and then if you're feeling up for it we can move on to the oil treatment."

"Oh wow," I smiled looking at him, "You're serious?" I chuckled and brushed one of my hands through my hair looking around, I hadn't noticed he had a massage table out. I saw the rolling rack with all the products and a few towels on top. "Okay!" I said as the excitement in my belly built up a bit more. "I think it honestly all sounds lovely Asmo."

"Yay! The answer I hoped for: “Please head into the bathroom, get undressed and wrap a towel around yourself, okay?" He smiled with a gesture towards the bathroom door.

"Oh- yeah okay." It made sense, but I didn't think initially I'd be naked. "I uh-" I was nervous but not against the idea.

"Don't worry," Asmodeus grabbed at the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head "Now we're both kind of naked" He giggled and while it was meant to sooth me, it actually sparked a little fire in my belly. Before letting him see my face turn red, and before I could stare too long as his bare chest I shuffled into the bathroom and began to pull my clothes off. Watching him take his shirt off had already turned me on but I was desperate to not let him see that. The rush of feelings translated into me basically ripping my own clothes off, and when I was naked I felt my face flush and heat up. Looking in the mirror I could blatantly see my arousal. I splashed some cold water on my face and wrapped a towel around myself, pushing myself to walk out the door without another thought.

He smiled when he saw me and guided me to the table. "I will turn around so you can drape the towel over yourself." He did just as he said, and surprisingly no peeking as I undid the towel, to drape over myself.

"All set Asmo." I smiled my eyes wandering over his defined back before he turned to face me. I quickly closed my eyes, knowing if I didn’t they would get me in trouble.

I felt his hand running through my hair, massaging my scalp. Then both hands were massaging my scalp and with graceful movements I realized he was then twisting my hair and clipped it back. I felt what must have been a cotton ball wet with a product running across my face, the smell was amazing, clean and herbal. The feeling of the wet product was tightening, so I assumed it was a strong cleaning agent. Next I felt his finger tips sliding an abrasive gel across my forehead, then down rubbing in circles on my cheeks, and tracing around my lips down my chin.

"I'm going to put a warm towel on your face for just a minute now to help the exfoliation '' And I felt the warm damp cloth across my face, the steam and warmth reaching all across my face and relaxing all my senses. It felt like heaven. After the minute had passed I felt him rub the damp cloth over my skin pulling all the exfoliating gel off my face. He cleaned up my face a bit more with a second more wet cloth and began applying a cream and massaging each part of my face he was applying it to. This smelled like lavender and some other herb I couldn't quite pinpoint, but this time after applying across my face his hands reached my neck and began rubbing the cream on my neck. I couldn't help the tiny groan that rushed out of my lips, his hands on my neck felt heavenly. My eyes snapped open to look at him almost right in the face above me.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's meant to feel good dear, if you didn't make a noise I would be offended" he giggled and spoke with such sincerity. Hard to remember he's a demon sometimes.

I closed my eyes again and let my body relax again. His hands were now moving to my collarbone and he started to really apply harder pressure, forcing another groan from my lips. His fingers were running circles on my skin, and his touch felt so good. He moved to the sides towards my shoulders, pushing deep into my muscles and this time, the groan wasn't just a muscle like sigh, it was a moan. But I refused to open my eyes again, I felt my face burning up but I just ignored it. His hands felt so good I could barely control myself now. I started to feel aroused, not knowing if it was his hands on me, or if the moan sparked something deep inside me but I could feel my body getting hot and my nipples hard against the towel. He worked his hands back toward my collarbone and slid a bit further down towards my boobs right at the edge of the towel. my involuntary moans were replaced with a gasp. But he just massaged in circles, and moved his hands back up.

Then he just pulled his hands away. "Well, the facial is all done" he said in a melodic way. "May I continue with the oil treatment?" I was almost going to nod and say yes, when I slowly opened my eyes and saw his very clear erection in his pants. My mouth was still open as I was about to speak, but nothing came out. He leaned in closer to me and rubbed the side of my face "Shall I take that as a yes dear?" He turned around and grabbed the oil before I could utter a word, he already assumed I wanted it so I just gave up, closing my eyes again. Within moments I felt his hands on my arm rubbing oil into each arm and slightly massaging the muscles from bottom to top of each arm. He applied more oil to my already massaged chest and began massaging the base of my neck again. All of a sudden I could feel the heat between my legs spike and I knew I must be soaked. Between the attention of his hands and seeing Asmo's erection through his pants, it must have set me off. His hands moved towards the towel again and my breathing was labored, closer to painting now when his fingers dipped under the towel and grazed across my boobs, dragging lightly across my nipples causing a fire like sensation to them, and I let out a moan as my body ached for more. His hands now reaching my rib cage rubbed circles then back up again, across my nipples forcing another moan from my body and just the slightest arch in my back.

"Full disclosure, this is an extreme pleasure oil. It IS wonderful for your skin, but it does cause heightened arousal." Asmo whispered in my ear in his playful tone as usual. The heat of him so close was amplified and the way he spoke caused my body to react and I whimpered, muttering something like 'oh no' under my breath. but it was lost in my moans, and I was reaching the highest state of arousal I had ever experienced. His hands were back to my body surprising me at my legs, and his hands reapplied more oil across my legs, working at my ankles he started trailing up higher and higher. Rubbing circles and massaging deep as his hands were now at my thighs. My breathing was absolutely ragged, I could feel my fingers digging into the massage table. I started begging under my breath, the words were just sliding out of my mouth as his hands creeped up my thighs, he stopped as he got close to my pussy lips and pulled the towel off me from the side, the feeling of the fabric sliding across me sent more electricity through my body. And immediately his hands pushed my legs apart. I heard a shutter moan from him and his hands went towards my mound. The second his touch landed my body arched up to meet him, begging for a release.

"Mmmm, what a beautiful pussy you've been keeping from me." He moaned and slid his finger down and up my folds.

"Oh Asmo," I groaned, sitting up and grabbing at his arm "Please" in a desperate plea, my body absolutely ablaze.

"Mmm, bad girl," He pulled his hand away. "Am I going to have to tie you down?"

Without an answer he attached cuffs to the table I was on and gave me a devious look as if trying to compel me to lay back. It wasn't his compelling that worked on me, it was my desperate and amplified need to have him touch me. I laid back and put my hands in the cuffs for him to close around my wrist.

"There's a good girl." He cooed as he walked back to to my legs and massaged up my thighs, my body trembling anticipating his hands on my pussy. When his hand finally reached my folds he let one finger tease the entrance, slipping around in my wet juices. My moaning was unstoppable now, feeling his finger teasing me like that. my body ached and bucked against him. He must have been beginning to lose control himself so when my hips bucked he shoved his finger inside me. He angled himself to start kissing me, trapping my moans in his mouth as his finger slid in and out of me. Then his kisses started to trail down my neck, turning into sucking that was destined to leave marks, as he put another finger inside me. It felt like fireworks going off all across my skin, my body was writhing under him and I was now quietly just begging and moaning for more., then his mouth reached my clit and I screamed. The sensation of all of those nerves being assaulted by his tongue was sending me over the edge, and when he put a third finger in, suckling and licking my clit my orgasm ripped through me and my body trembled until the orgasm subsided

"Oh you are just delicious, my sweet Thyme." He chuckled, and when I looked down I could see my juices around his mouth.

I groaned "Wow-" I wanted to say more, but nothing else came out. My body was still on fire, but not as strongly. "I-"

Asmo came over to undo the wrist cuffs, and gently picked me up, "I'm not done with you baby." He smiled, leaning in to kiss me as he held me in his arms and walked over to the bed. Placing me on the bed he handed me a water bottle, "drink up pretty girl. I know you need it." He mused as he rubbed his hands across my naked body again and I quivered. The water helped to perk my senses up again and his fingers sent shivers down my spine. I let out a whimper and could feel myself heating up again.

His fingers left my body but I laid on his bed in bliss, turning over I saw him walking towards me with a small box. "Did you like being tied back, I could do it again for you honey" he smiled at me as he sat next to me on the bed running his fingers across my nipples teasing me.

"No I want to touch you this time." My voice was a lot huskier than I expected and I watched his face as pleasure took over hearing me tell him I wanted to touch him, he let out a shuttered breath, putting the box down by his feet he leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth as his hands caressed my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand snaking up through his soft hair and he moaned. He pulled away and leaned down to pull something out of the box.

"Don't move" he said in the most harsh voice I've ever heard, he sounded desperate, "and trust me." He pulled out a shiny pink chain with a clip at each end and started kissing across my chest. Moving towards my nipples he began sucking and lightly biting it. Causing my back to arch feeling my belly heat up, before slipping the clamp around the nipple he pulled out of his mouth. The pressure was tight and it sent a whimper shuttering out of me. Before I could really register he had already sucked and clamped the second nipple. I was grabbing at the bed, in desperation when I felt Asmo climb on top of me. Between the pleasure of the clamps I didn't see him take his pants off, but I felt his cock press against my pussy when he leaned down to grab the chain with his teeth and pull. I gasped as my back arched and in one motion Asmo slid his dick, stretching my pussy slightly.

"Oh yes," he breathed, letting the chain drop he pushed in as deep as he could grabbing my hips. He began to pump in and out slowly, slipping his hand between my legs he began to gently circle my clit with his fingers. I was staring at him between my moans, watching the look of pleasure on his beautiful face and I could feel myself practically dripping. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him hard, he started kissing and nibbling across my neck when I felt his hand on the chain, pulling slightly while bottoming out his cock deep in my pussy. I could feel myself building and coming close to another orgasm.

"Asmo I'm gonna cum" I breathed in his ear and he moaned hard as he continued to bite at my neck. His every stroke inside me pushing me toward the edge, his teeth nipping at my skin and the pulsing casual tugs on my nipples. I was panting, my breathing sharp and shallow. I grabbed at his back digging my nails in and he groaned loud, pulling his face from my neck.

Looking in my eyes he grabbed my face "Stare at me while you cum." He moaned, sounding like he was close too. The command sent me over the edge, staring into his eyes my breath caught as my orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched my fingers digging harder in his back. He purred watching me shake. He grabbed the nipple chain mid orgasm, I could feel tears coming down my face as he pulled hard and bottomed out inside me, his dick twitching. Feeling his hot load shooting inside me as my orgasm subsided. We both took a minute to catch our breath.

I couldn't believe how quickly I'd been sent over the edge again when Asmo grabbed my hips to roll me over. "Can we play just a little longer beautiful?" He mused whispering in my ear and all I could do was nod my head, I wanted him bad still. I wasn't sure if it was the oil still or my own desires, but it didn't matter.

Pulling my ass up a bit I felt Asmo enter my pussy again, he was still so hard, and his length caused his previous cum to dribble back out of my pussy. This time he pumped slowly and gently. Running his hands across my ass and lower back sensually. "I promise to make you feel good, do you still trust me?"

I was resting up on my elbows gently rocking back to his rhythm and he tugged just slightly on the chain. "Yes Asmo. I trust you" I moaned, knowing at least I'd feel pleasure in whatever he did. That trust was enough for now. The slow pace he was fucking me was such a tease it was causing my body to get desperate.

Then I heard rustling in the box, and felt a toy against my ass pushing on the hole. I gasped, was he going to put that inside my ass? I looked back at him and the toy, it wasn't huge so it wasn't super intimidating, in fact, looking at his face, him biting his lip as he focused on rubbing this toy against my ass made my pussy clench against his dick. God it was such a sexy sight. I moaned and put my head back against my arms and Asmo took that as confirmation. I felt a cold gel drip on my ass and he started to push the tip of the toy in, with the lube he used my hole opened up slightly for him. It was a painful strong pressure, but it was making me drip in pleasure. I was moaning over and over now and my hips pushed back against him. Forcing his cock to bottom out inside me, causing a moan from him, and the toy sinking further into me. I was so full, soaking wet, and blinded by pleasure.Then Asmo started to pick up the pace, and a button clicked and the toy started vibrating almost completely in my ass now. I screamed and Asmo moaned almost as loud as I did. He started fucking me with a fury pushing the whole toy inside me and holding it in deep grabbing my ass with his palm against the toy, while the other reached around to rub my clit. The stimulation was insane, my whole body felt like it was vibrating and I could feel my pussy gushing against him. I was at the edge against and this time it felt so incredibly powerful I was starting to beg.

"Please, like that," I was moaning between my panting. "Oh fuck I'm going to cum." I gripped the sheets of his bed as my body was at its peak.

"Me too pretty," he moaned with me, our moaning almost in sync. The sound of his voice on top of the immense pleasure my body was under I just burst. My holes completely full, my clit over stimulated, my body shook in tremors and I could feel and hear Asmo reaching his climax too, moaning my name as his dick pumped his load deep inside me. Almost immediately my body just collapsed and I was out cold.

I woke up to the feeling of the toy being pulled out of me slowly and the clips off my nipples. I lazily looked up to see Asmo smile, he leaned in and kissed my head. "Go back to sleep beautiful. " he mused as he walked about the room with a skip in his step. I chuckled softly, of course he's not tired. Hes Asmo and it would take a lot more than me to tired him out.

#obey me #obey me fic #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x mc #asmo stan #female reader #pure smut

[wolferals]

🇪🇸ENCANTADO🇪🇸

This is the first part of my new arón piper fanfiction called „finally fallin'“

I hope you like it☀️

<arón piper x reader>

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 1

Your heart was pounding, your hands were shaking and your knees were weak. New things troubled you, made you almost anxious. Like college.

It was your first day of your third semester as you were studying design. When you had started dedicating your life on your projects you were still living in y/h/c (your home country), in a very small yet incredibly expensive apartment in the middle of the city with your best friend.

Everything was going perfectly fine, your grades were good and all your projects turned out the way they were supposed to.

But after one year of going to Uni, it bored you. A bad habit of yours. You got bored very easily and needed an immediate change.

It took a good amount of 5 weeks until your professor announced you could take a semester abroad in Madrid, Spain.

Your Spanish wasn’t exactly what you‘d call fluent but it was good enough to understand the basics.

A week before your time to leave had come you fortunately found a tiny little one room apartment somewhere outside the center for an affordable price.

It wasn’t quite fancy or anything but since you were a creative person, you were sure you could still make something out if it. Your parents had promised you to help you out with some money if you cant find a job to make you pay your bills. But besides that, the university was totally free for you because of your uni‘s connections back home.

And thats how you ended up here right now, staring at the huge doors of this tremendously big modern building in the middle of Madrid.

First day of Spanish university. Your classes were all in English which gave you a little bit of hope.

After taking a deep breath you opened the heavy white, wooden door and stepped inside just to be met with a dozen students walking through the halls, trying to find their class.

You didnt know where to go either but for your sake there was a campus map to your right that told you exactly where to go for your first class. Photography arts.

You loved photographing, finally taking that course excited you a lot.

By the time of 8:22 you reached the lecture hall and took a seat in one of the corners. You noticed that there weren‘t many students here yet which surprised you since classes start at 8:30 sharp.

You took out your Laptop to take some notes just in case and crossed your legs to observe the room a little before the professor came in.

In the next 5 minutes more and more students walked into the hall and found themselves some seats. A dark skinned girl with dreads and a septum piercing sat down behind you and smiled at you while passing by.

She looked amazing, you thought to yourself.

Checking out the other people you started asking yourself if they were all exchange students from non spanish-speaking countries.

Suddenly the second seat to your right got flipped down and a dark haired, brown eyed boy sat down, placing his backpack on the floor.

You tried to be nice and smiled.

He was cute, you thought and checked out his outfit.

He was wearing dark lightly washed out jeans and a white shirt. You immediately noticed the silver chain dangling off his neck.

He gave you a quick smile before grabbing his own laptop and putting it on the table in front of him.

Looking down you noticed that his phone had fallen out of his bag when he took his laptop out. But before you could indicate anything the door got slammed close and an old woman walked up to the desk in the middle of the hall.

„Welcome class of 2019. My name is Profesora Rodriguez and in this semester i‘ll be teaching you the arts of modern photography. I‘m assuming you‘ve taken photography classes before so I‘m going to spare you the details of basic skills you have to possess.“

She seemed like a very strict yet kind of sweet „teacher“ and you were sure she was going to teach you a lot about the topic you really wanted to know more about.

*time skip, after class*

Profesora Rodriguez endet the course about 2 hours later and the students started to leave the lecture hall very quickly.

Slowly you packed your laptop and your notebook back in your bag, taking your time since he door was stuffed anyways. The guy who had sat close to you had been one of the first to leave the hall, but unfortunately you had forgotten to tell him about his phone being on the floor.

It was still there.

You grabbed your back and then bent down to pick up his black iPhone.

You actually wanted to take it to a professor since you didnt even know his name.

As you walked out the door shortly after, it rang.

The display showed a weird looking phone number and a name. Arón.

You let it ring for a bit and then decided to pick up to maybe ask this person where his friend could‘ve gone so you could return the phone as fast as possible.

„Hello?“ you asked.

You didnt get an answer immediately but then a voice spoke:“Itzan? Quién eres tú?“ -„Oh I‘m sorry I dont speak Spanish. I found this phone on the floor in photography class. Do you know where I could find your friend?“

The guy coughed once before replying:“He is going to training now but we wanted to meet.. maybe you could come there too?“ You nodded even though he of course couldnt see that. „Yes of course, where is that?“

The deep voice then told you the address which you put in google maps to make sure you‘d find it.

He as well told you to come there by 12:30 so you still had some time to maybe get some food inbetween.

„Oh thanks so much! Im sure your friend will thank you for setting this up.“

He laughed a little and then spoke:“I‘m sure he will thank YOU for bringing him his phone.“

You chuckled back and then hung up to finally return to your apartment, grab a snack and text your mom about your first day of college in Spain.

*time skip to 12:35*

Nervously you were waiting for the guy who had lost his phone at the location his friend told you about.

You were standing in front of a restaurant somewhere in Madrid, holding onto your purse and his phone as if your life depended on it.

It took about 5 minutes until you recognized his face again and approached him. He looked confused as you were walking up to him.

„Hey! I found your phone in class before and your friend called and told me to come here to give it back.“

You held out his phone.

He smiled brightly.

„Ay dios mio, thank you so much! I was sure i would never find it again.“

His eyes were sparkling at you and he pulled you in a short hug.

„No problem, your friend was really nice.“ you smiled at him.

„What friend?“ He asked out of curiosity before putting his phone back in his pocket.

„Yo.“ a voice behind you spoke. „Ay hermano! Gracias por llamarla!“ (hey bro, thanks for calling her)

You turned around. And thats when you saw him for the first time.

„Arón, encantado.“

#elite #aronpiper #cute #preference #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #smut #fanfiction

[melynen]

Sweet Surprises - 00Q

James Bond returns from a mission from Finland tired but cheerful and armed with a little something sweet — well, several somethings, really — to make up for the long absence from London and his boyfriend.

Q is still at Six when he opens the door and steps in, dragging his luggage after himself and bending down to receive Aziraphale’s enthusiastic greeting in the form of eager little chirps and lots of headbutting. Crowley, ever the more wily one, is sitting by the coat rack and staring at him with wide, unblinking bright yellow eyes. James picks Aziraphale up, abandoning the suitcase by the door for the time being, and takes his time with cuddling him and telling him how much he has missed him and his brother before putting him down again and getting ready to wait patiently until Crowley deigns to come get his share of the cuddles.

He saw Q briefly after his debrief with M when he was dropping off his kit at Q Branch (and simultaneously locking himself and Q behind closed doors in Q’s office for a delightful fifteen-minute long I’m-happy-that-you’re-back-again interlude), but other than that they’ve been apart, both busy with their own obligations. Q did promise to leave earlier tonight, though, so at least there’s that. In return, Bond promised to have dinner ready and waiting, and he has big plans for dessert as well as dessert.

Finally, Crowley decides that he’s waited long enough and makes his way over to Bond. He accepts the pets as his due and looks personally offended when Bond doesn’t immediately dig out the cat treats that he knows Bond has hidden in his suitcase. Bond chuckles and shakes his head.

“All in good time, darling, all in good time,” he tells Crowley and gets an annoyed-sounding mrrrouw for his troubles.

“Cheeky Crowley,” he says affectionately, and watches as Crowley shows him his behind in retaliation.

Laughing to himself, Bond begins hauling his suitcase towards the bedroom. Both cats follow him there, naturally, because if anything, Q’s darlings are persistently curious. They sniff at each and every item Bond removes from his suitcase, from dirty laundry to the book he’d been reading in the evenings and his souvenirs to Q. When Crowley spots the cat treats he gives Bond such a betrayed look that Bond cannot help but soften and open the bag, offering both kitties a piece to see if they like it.

When they both paw at him for more, followed by a chorus of pitiful meows, Bond gives them one more piece each and then reseals the treat bag. “That’s enough for now. You’ll get more in the evening when Q returns,” he tells them. “But perhaps you’d enjoy these while waiting?”

He unearths two cat toys of different shape and colour — one is a green turtle that Bond had picked because its colour reminded him of Q’s eyes, and the other is a purple bunny — and puts them down on the bed. They’re both filled with catnip, and there’s a rubber ball inside of them that makes them jump into random directions. The clerc at the local pet shop had shown that to him and assured him that they would offer the cats hours of fun. Bond is a bit more sceptical, but he’s willing to try. If nothing else, Q’ll be happy that he’s been thinking about the cats while being away from them.

Aziraphale is the first to snatch the purple bunny away, leaving Crowley to lightly poke at the turtle with a curious paw, just as Bond had expected. They seem to be rather taken with their new toys, and Bond watches fondly as both cats carry their prey away from him and disappear from the bedroom.

That gives him ample time to finish unpacking, deal with the laundry and arrange Q’s souvenirs neatly on top of the coffee table in the living room. He’s looking forward to seeing Q’s expression, as he’d only hinted about the surprise that would wait for his boyfriend once he’d find his way home for the evening, appealing to his curiosity to encourage him to hurry home that much sooner. Q’s a curious man, not unlike his cats, and Bond has learned to use it to his advantage.

As one part of the surprise is a recipe that he’d received from his Finnish contact, along with the sweets that go with it, Bond glances at his wristwatch and estimates that he still has at least three hours before he can reasonably expect Q to arrive. It’s more than enough to make dinner, bake the biscuits using the recipe, and take a shower afterwards.

The dinner would be relatively simple: his famous homemade lasagne he knows that Q loves, along with freshly made bread and a side salad. The biscuits would be easy to make yet delicious, his contact, a young woman in her mid-twenties called Lumi, had assured him. The latter he does know from experience, having tasted them one day while visiting Lumi; he’d asked her for the recipe before he’d left, hoping to be able to make them for Q in the future.

Lumi had been more than happy to help, and had presented him with the translated recipe the very next time they’d seen one another, written in her neat handwriting. She’d also asked to hear Q’s opinion afterwards, which Bond had easily promised. (He’d told her quite a bit about his boyfriend during downtime, and she’d even helped him look for some souvenirs for him. Privately, Bond thinks that she might even have fallen just a tiny bit in love with Q’s voice as she’d been given an earpiece of her own and had thus heard him speak several times. At least she’d gushed about his voice to Bond more times than he’d cared to count.)

Bond carries the recipe to the kitchen, and remembers to also bring along the bag of the Dumle sweets that it requires. He reads through the instructions carefully, smiling amusedly at her little personal notes sprinkled in between the text, and then gets to work. He does exactly as the recipe tells him to, and ends up with three baking trays full of lumps of batter that would, hopefully, turn into thin, crispy biscuits in the oven.

His first tray yields rather… interesting results, but luckily his second tray gives him biscuits that at least look like biscuits instead of this funny, stuck-together arch-like creation he’d managed as his first attempt. Bond snaps a photo of it with his mobile after putting his final tray into the oven, all the while wondering what he should do about it. Break it into smaller pieces by hand? Most likely, even though that would not give him the prettiest of results.

Once finished with the biscuits and with the bread dough rising under a kitchen towel he’d brought to Q from Greece, Bond sits down on the table. With the cats reappearing and curiously watching his every move, he sends the photo of the first failed attempt to Lumi, and receives a very amused reply from her within minutes. I did warn you, it says, followed by a laughing and crying emoji. At least your boyfriend should get a chuckle out of it, she then continues, sounding a tad more comforting. And the taste won’t be affected either way.

Then there’s a five minute gap, before she sends one last message: I hope you’re better at following directions while cooking than when you’re baking, tacking a winking emoji at the end of the sentence.

Bond shakes his head, amused, but he does end up sending her photos of both the bread and the lasagna once they’re finished and waiting to be eaten, just to prove to her that he definitely is.

*

Q arrives five whole minutes earlier than Bond had estimated, and he all but drops his bag and outer layers right there by the door in his haste to greet Bond with a long, passionate kiss. Bond, who has just finished setting the table, wraps his arms around Q’s waist and lets himself be walked against the closest wall by his eager boyfriend. He’s perhaps a touch amused at the sudden display of possessiveness from his generally more submissive lover, but he has nothing against being the less aggressive one for a change.

“Someone’s eager,” he purrs, grinning, when they finally pull away enough to take in some much needed air.

“I’m impatient,” Q corrects him, leaning closer to place a gentler kiss against the corner of his mouth. “And perhaps a little bit desperate. But can you blame me? You’ve been gone for five whole weeks, and I’ve barely seen you at all today.”

“I am fully aware of that,” Bond says. He brings one hand up to Q’s hair while his other hand that’s still around Q’s waist tightens just a bit, and enjoys having access to that lovely mess of curls again. He’d missed it, and everything else about Q, like he’d never missed anything ever before.

Q smiles softly at that. “I missed this,” he murmurs against Bond’s cheek.

“I know you did,” Bond says teasingly. “Though as much as I’m enjoying this now, the dinner is ready, and I’m sure that you’ve not eaten anything since breakfast.” At Q’s decidedly guilty look Bond snorts and gently pushes him away.

“Right. Come along then, darling, and let me feed you.”

Q comes willingly, allowing Bond to lead him straight to the dining room. There he proceeds to practically inhale two big portions of lasagne, a heap of salad, and several slices of bread, along with three glasses of the fine red wine Bond had bought for the occasion.

Pleased, Bond eats his share of the food and regales Q with a few selected tales from his mission, those of which he hasn’t already shared with Q on the phone. Q’s the best audience he could ever hope for, laughing at exactly the right places and saving his eye rolling only to where it’s definitely needed.

Afterwards, Bond clears the table while Q takes care of brewing them a pot of tea. (Q’s skills vastly exceed his in that department, and Bond has decided it’s best to leave the task to Q’s capable hands most of the time.)

Bond has hinted at a special dessert, and Q’s visibly brimming with curiosity, but he’s trying to keep it contained for the time being. At least until the tea is done, Bond hopes, and brings out their tea mugs.

Only, the mug he hands to Q is a new one, a Moomin one he’d brought to him from Finland, and he tells Q exactly that.

“Oh, thank you,” Q says, accepting the mug and turning it around in his hands to see it from all sides. “It’s lovely. Is it Sniff? And he has a cat, too.”

Bond nods. “You’re correct. I had a hard time choosing the right character for you, but the cat was certainly a deciding factor.”

Q smiles. “I did guess. And I do like it a lot. Thank you, James.” He leans closer again and presses a light kiss to Bond’s cheek, which makes Bond pull him closer with wrapping an arm around his waist. Careful of the mug Q’s still holding, Bond captures Q’s mouth in a deeper kiss, one that lasts until the tea pot whistles and forces Q to reluctantly pull away again.

While Q prepares their tea, Bond goes to get the plate of biscuits he’d assembled earlier (he’d stashed the broken ones away for later and used only the ones that he’d actually gotten right) and brings it with him to the living room. Q follows soon after, careful due to the hot teas and the fact that both Aziraphale and Crowley have reappeared and are trying their best to make him stumble and fall. Or perhaps they just want attention, as Q has been focusing most of his on Bond tonight, which tends to make the kitties jealous.

Bond waits until Q has placed the mugs down on the coasters on the coffee table and sat down next to him on the sofa, with the cats sleeping wrapped up with each other on the other sofa, before he wraps an arm around Q’s shoulders. “Are you ready for your dessert, darling?”

“You know I am,” Q replies, smiling, and turns to take a proper look at the plate of biscuits. Bond can tell that he’s curious about the rest of the souvenirs, too, but he’s too polite to outright ask. Well, right away, anyway.

“I baked the biscuits for you,” Bond explains, “using a recipe I got from Lumi. She made sure that I had the right sweets for it, and that I’d have extras for you to try on as well.”

“That’s very nice of her.”

“Go on, then, try one,” Bond ushers him.

Q has a biscuit and then another one, and he ends up feeding Bond bites from the second one when he notices that Bond hasn’t yet eaten any. (Bond did have a few of the broken pieces earlier, and he’ll eventually confess all of that to Q, too. But later. Tomorrow, perhaps.) When he’s done and is playfully complaining about his sticky fingers, Bond solves it by licking them clean himself and making Q flush and poke him on the side with his free hand while he’s at it. Bond still considers it a fair trade-off.

Afterwards, once they’ve both finished their teas and Q has washed his hands because “That was hardly hygienic, James!” although Bond digresses, Bond finally gives Q his souvenirs.

There are several bags of different kinds of Finnish sweets (including a box of salmiakki, the salty licorice that most of the Finns seemed to love — although Lumi had assured him that it was an acquired taste she herself couldn't stand) as well as a high pile of Fazer chocolate bars in all the flavours they had available, all of which Bond had chosen with Q’s famous sweet tooth in mind. There’s also a selection of homemade berry preserves and powdered berries Bond has bought straight from the people who’d made them, three packages of flavoured Nordqvist loose leaf tea, and two bottles of alcohol: a bottle of cloudberry liqueur and another of Koskenkorva vodka, both of which are typical Finnish alcoholic beverages. At least according to Lumi, who should know these things.

The final souvenir is a pair of knit woolen socks that were actually made by Lumi herself. She’d made another pair for Bond, too; Q’s pair is green like the colour of his eyes and adorned with cats, while Bond’s is bright blue and decorated with miniature replicas of his trusted Walther. Bond had laughed when he’s seen them, but he appreciates them greatly, and he’s looking forward to seeing Q wear his.

“Well,” Q says, sounding amused at the amount of sweet things that Bond has brought back, “at least we don’t have to buy any jam for a while. Or chocolate. Please tell me that you left something for others too?”

Bond huffs. “So perhaps I got a little overboard.”

“A little!”

“Hush, you. The selection there is rather extensive, and I didn’t want you to feel left out.”

“And I appreciate it,” Q says. “I really do. But having you back home with us is more than enough.”

“I hope that you’ll like the socks at least,” Bond says. “Lumi knit them herself.”

“They’re adorable and I love them. Do remember to tell her that when you give her my thanks.”

“Of course. And I will expect to see you wear them, too. But not right now. There’s something else I’d rather see you wear.”

“Which is?” Q asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely nothing at all.”

“Really now? Well, I suppose it can be arranged,” Q says, his eyes sparkling. “If you’ll follow me…”

Bond smiles as he gets up and follows Q to the bedroom. He’ll send Lumi the promised text later. Much later, if everything goes according to plan.

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