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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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I’m back with a cute request✨

Ok you already know it’s genya content! ((GOTTA LOVE MORE GENYA CONTENT😖💜)) something like he saw tanjiro braiding nezukos hair and he thought of reader with a braid, so he awkwardly ask’s tanjiro if he can teach him how to braid hair? And after learning he excitedly try’s to go look for reader and after finding her he offers to do her hair ((extra points if he went to buy a watermelon hair clip or a hair accessory that matches his purple yukata!🤭)) I hope you’re not tired with these genya asks slkdjssj and do take your time! I know ya got other delicious stuff to write✨👀

a/n: ME? TIRED OF GENYA ASKS??? N E V E R ! that would be absolutely CRAY CRAY !!!!!! I LOVEEEEEE LOVE LOVEEE THIS REQUEST. ALL GENYA REQUETSS SJDBDJDJF IM SK EXCITED OMG!!! genya 4 life idc. SO ADORABLE. i've been thinking of this scenario for so long , i think i finally know how to put it in a fic !!! <3333333 xxx I linked the hairpin inspo! it's not exactly what I envisioned but very close!

cant help it.

genya shinazugawa x fem! demon slayer! reader.

It's funny to Tanjiro, the way Genya hides in the corner of the room. He's silent, and his breathing is unnoticeable, even more so with Tanjiro talking to Nezuko, and he would've gone unnoticed, but his scent (and the smell nervousness radiating off of him) gave him away from the start. Genya knows it's not going to be long before Tanjiro notices, and is thankful he doesn't acknowledge him. For the past 15 minutes he's been watching Tanjiros hands, how they delicately braid Nezukos hair. He had walked in just as he finished the first braid, and he had moved onto the next. Genya tried his best to decipher the pattern he was going at, but as he went farther down Nezukos hair, Genya lost track and her thick hair hiding his fingers didn't help. when he first walked in, it was to ask Tanjiro if he'd seen your hairpin around, you'd lost sometime during the day and he was checking the last place he could think of. But, once he saw he was busying himself with Nezukos hair, he'd gotten distracted and allowed himself a few minutes to see what Tanjiro had become so good at. he hadn't known the older Kamado was great at doing hair, he didn't even think tanjiro knew how to do it to begin with.

He lets out a soft sigh, Tanjiro having finished the second braid quickly and moving onto the last. As Tanjiro continues on, he finishes the last braid even quicker and it's then when he notices that the braids mimic Kanrojis. He can't help but picture you in the same exact braid as hers, and he blushes at the thought. You'd said before you always wish you could do style your own hair, and he was always tempted to ask if he could do it for you, but he never knew know how. You'd explain to him in great detail the way you wanted your hair, and he'd listen to you with his utmost attention, trying his best to envision you in his mind. The styles you wanted were beautiful, but too much for your hands alone, you could only do so much. He quietly leaves the room before Tanjiro can acknowledge him, and it's when Tanjiro turns around to see what Genya came for when he's suddenly gone. Tanjiros eyes go wide for a moment before he fondly smiles, 'okay.' he thinks, going back to Nezuko.

Genyas mind was then overtaken with thoughts of you in braids, not just ones similar to Kanrojis but all kinds. Ever since he saw Tanjiro doing nezukos hair, he had noticed just how many different kinds of braids there are, some more compact, some smaller, and some thicker. He decided he wanted to see you in all of them. He figured he could watch Tanjiro again, try to learn from just seeing him do it, but he wasn't sure how to ask, or if he even wanted to ask.

"Did you ever find your hairpin?" he asks, and you look at him before tilting your head back in thought, smiling a little at the thought, at how Genya remembers the smallest things about you and how beautiful the pin was. "No," you exhale, still smiling. "But I hope whoever finds it puts it to good use, it would be a shame if they didn't use it. it was gorgoeus." you both make eye contact and he nods, smiling at you, he loved your beautiful heart, he felt he could drown himself in your aura. you never dwelled on lost items, always assumed it was because someone else needed it more. "it really only fell off because i couldn't put it on properly." you let out a laugh and he lets a small one out, it's contagious. "it still looked beautiful on you," he says, a light pink dusting his cheeks. you giggle, yours also going pink. you push your body closer to him and he indulges in your antics, pulling you closer with the arm over your shoulder. he kisses your head and you kiss whatever you can in your position, both of you laughing of how comforting it is to finally be with each other. you spent the rest of noon huddled together and talking about everything you could think of, parting ways once the sun began to set. You make your way back and Genya makes his way toward where Tanjiro usually is. Hoping he could learn a thing or to from simply observing.

once Genya finally makes his way around the estate, he finally sees Tanjiro and Nezuko, except this time with the love pillar. He internally feels his eye twitch and he waits until their chatter picks up to make his way into the room unnoticed. Once he does, he stands and waits, hoping Tanjiro would be braiding Nezukos hair. Mitsuri is excitedly explaining something to Tanjiro while he intently listens, as does Nezuko who's attention is partly divided on the way her hair moves as she speaks. They all sit down and it's then when Genya notices that Mitsuri is teaching Tanjiro how to braid. He gets closer to see how she does it.

As misturi gently picks up Nezukos hair strands, she giggles at how excited Nezuko gets, becoming still so that she could do her hair. "You've gotten good at this, Tanjiro!" she says, Tanjiro beams, "Thankyou miss Kanroji!" she nods and her smile widens. "The only thing I would remember is that since you haven't done this enough for it to be muscle memory, to take your time!" Tanjiro nods as she slowly shows him how to braid the hair correctly. "Is there a way to make them look less crooked?" he asks, and she nods, "Yes! while braiding it, doing move it around, braid it the direction you want it to land. For example.." She picks up a strand and does a quick braid, braiding it to the left, "Notice how I braided it to the left and it wont stay straight." she smiles proudly and Tanjiro lets out an "oh" of understanding. "I see! Thankyou!" and they continue talking as Tanjiro does a braid with her, learning more techniques along the way. It isn't until Genya hears his name that he's broken out of his thoughts of you. "Would you like to join us Genya?" Tanjiro asks, and at first Genya feels he's being taunted, but once he sees tanjiros smile he realizes it's a genuine question. "Uhm.." he coughs out, "I think, Im okay here." he looks away, flustered at being caught. "I didn't see you there Genya!" Mitsuri says, and genya groans a little, 'crap' he thinks. "Are you sure?" Tanjiro asks, and genya fiddles with his sleeve. "Yes." he says, cussing at himself for saying no when being closer would help him a lot more. Before he could even say anything else, Nezuko gets up and pulls him toward the group, Genya feels put on the spot but grateful for it regardless. Mitsuri laughs and Tanjiro stutters out of nervousness, apolgozing for Nezuko. Genya nods his head as a way to say 'It's fine' and he looks down. "could you guys maybe teach me how to.." Genya trails off, noticing all eyes were on him. "uhm.." he hesitates before pointing to his hair, "braid?" he states. Tanjiro quietly gasps and smiles while Mitsuri claps her hair together, "Ofcourse!" she says, forcing him to sit down and getting straight to the point. Throughout the night, they all find themselves connecting. Mitsuri grateful for his now calm demeanor and Tanjiro curious as to why he was interested in braiding. Nezuko was just happy to be having her hair braided.

Genya picked up on it fast, having learned alot better from it upclose. He had trouble with knotting hair, but otherwise it was 'perfect!" according to Mitsuri. Once she leaves and Nezuko is asleep, Tanjiro asks the lingering question. "Hey Genya?" Genya looks at him, "hm?" Tanjiro bashfully smiles before asking, hoping he doesn thit a nerve. "Is there a reason for wanting to learn?" Genya's eyes widen and he looks up at the ceiling before looking back at Tanjiro. "Oh, uh, yeah, there is." Tanjiro looks at him expectantly, "y/n." Genya says, a fond smile gracing his features. Tanjiro can smell love, and it makes him feel warm. He was glad he finally found you, Genya seemed more content with himself. "I thought, she would look great with her hair braided. She mentioned she always wanted to style it, she just didn't know how. I would like to do it for her" Tanjiro nods, "That is very kind of you Genya!" and its that sentence that makes Genya feel flustered. Had Nezuko not ben asleep, he probably would've screamed at him and ran out. For now, he stuck with wide eyes and furrowed brows. Before he can say anything, Tanjiro hums, "Why don't you help me braid Nezukos hair until you feel confident with your skills! I braid it almost every night, we could maybe even learn a different stylee than miss Kanrojis!" He seemed excited, and genya could learn more, so he nods, taking his offer and leave. Thanking him for the good night.

For about two weeks, Genya goes to Tanjiro and Nezuko, learning more and more. He can do a braid efficiently, and make it look good, priding himself with the fact that he learned faster than Tanjiro. It's another night where he's at that point, just helping Tanjiro finish Nezukos hair faster, Genyas side looking more neat. 'Must be because he thinks of y/n' Tanjiro thinks. They talk about small things, and it stays a comforting amount of quiet sometimes, but once they got back to the braid topic Tanjiro asks about the first time he caught him. "I will say though Genya, the first time you came to the room, I didn't have enough time to ask you anything." Genya laughs, "yeah, I just didn't want to intrude." Tanjiro hums, nodding. "Were you going to ask me for help on learnign to braid?" Genya, out of instinct was going to nod yes, but he catches himself and shakes his head no. "No, actually. I was there to ask if you'd seen y/n's hair pin. It had fallen out, and I guess I just got distracted." Tanjiro gasps, "what did it look like?" Genya thinks for a moment, trying to recall the smallest details. "It's silver, and the design is wisteria flowers. There are two pearls that hang from the end of it." Tanjiro thinks for a moment, "I did see it! " Genya looks at him to continue, listening intently. "One of the lower rank slayers found it and kept it while training. She seemed very excited about it.. I didn't think much of it." Genya sighs, and Tanjiro cocks his head in confusion. "y/n won't take it away from the slayer, she probably thinks it was meant to find the slayer. but I know she really loved the pin, it's why she rarely wore it." Tanjiro furrows his brows in sympathy, "oh.." Genya then swears he can see the lightbulb atop tanjiros head "wait! there's a festival being held tomorrow night in the near by village! most the markets there sell accessories! Would you like to come with me? I'll be there with Kanao, Nezuko, and Aoi." Genya thinks for a moment, he was ready to say yes but he only really spoke to Tanjiro. 'This is the only chance to find a hair pin.' he thinks, and nods hesitantly. "alright."

You and Genya wake up with both your limbs entangled with eachother, your grogginess making it difficult to escape the knot you two created with your bodies. You give up on finding a way out and nuzzle yourself further into Genya, trying to melt into him. He groans softly at your movements and tightens his grip on you, you kiss his neck and sigh as your heartbeats gently start synchronizing once you both get chest to chest. You both stay there for a moment before you hit him with your forehead. "get up" you say, and he snorts, eyes still closed. "you first" he says, and you giggle at that. "i can't, im stuck" he opens his eyes and looks down at you both, "looks like we're staying here then" and you both laugh. Genya sits up and gently removes his legs from yours, bringing your arm up and kissing your wrist. "we gotta get ready, huh"' you say, fondly smiling at him. he nods his head yes and you groan, giggling mid way. He picks you up bridal style and sits you down infront of your mirror, you look at him confusingly as he begins to make his way around the room, "what are you doing?" you ask, and he perks up once he grabs a box. "your hair." and he smiles at that, you perk up and smile wide at him, "really?" you ask, and he kisses your cheek, nodding yes. You drift between awake and asleep as he does your hair, his movements are gentle and all you can think about is him, not the fact that your about to go against most of your comrades. it's the biggest training day, and those who succeed will be trained with higher level techniques. He then makes his way infront of you, fixing up your hair and making it look effortless, disregarding the effort he put into it. He smiles, "done." and he moves away from the mirror. you gape at how gorgeous the braids look, and excitedly hug him, throwing you both onto the ground. you both laugh as he holds you tight, and pinches your side. "I have one more thing." he says, and you look at him in confusion before climbing off. he grabs the box he had picked up earlier, and it's then when you allow yourself to indulge in the way his hands look. his hands could be sculpted and recorded as the prettiest hands in history, you think.

He pulls out a metallic purple flower hairpin with black beads that dangle from it, it's elegant, and matches his yukata. you smile, but then he pulls out another, its red and similar in style with green leaves sticking off the red flowers. little glass watermelon slices dangle from it, and you smile wider at that. "pick your poison" he says, sticking them out to you. you pull him toward you from his collar and he burns red at that, "i choose you" and with that you kiss him. It's sweet tasting and Genya feels fire in his chest. He has a hard time pulling away. You pick both from his hands and inspect them, deciding to wear the purple and black one. You thank him and hug him tight before you both part to finish getting ready for the day.

funfact(s)!

You wear the watermelon pin whenever you and Genya go on dates, but wear the purple and black one everyday and everywhere. It's become such a staple that even a few demons recognized you from your hair pin.

Mitsuri's heart warms up when she sees your hair, knowing that it's genya who does it. He does many different styles and even helped you create your visions.

Tanjiro began to learn your signature hair style because Nezuko began to ask for it.

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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Strawberries and Cream | [S.G.] [M.S.]

Pairings: Steven Grant x Black!Female!Reader, Marc Spector x Black!Female!Reader

Summary: It's valentine's day and your boys surprise you with breakfast in bed

Word Count: 3.4k words

Content Warnings: Swearing, established relationship, fluff, fluff, and more fluff

( Masterlist )

A/N: Wowowowow, this took so long! Apparently, I don't know how to write anything other than angst, so it took me like six stories until I had one with just fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this though. HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE'S DAY! (And Black History Month, that is why we're here)

You woke up on the fourteenth, thrumming with excitement. The sun’s gossamer rays crept into the room, and you basked in the honey glow, letting the warmth soak into your skin. You wrapped yourself tighter in your sheets to fight off the chill and realised you were alone.

Usually, you would wake up feeling a little clammy and pressed into the mattress by a snoring hunk of muscle who had rolled over onto you in the night. But this morning, the furnace you were accustomed to waking up under was nowhere to be seen.

You slowly sit up and look around. There’s a different book on the nightstand. Which tells you they at least came home last night. Steven had just finished reading Don Quixote with you, and it seems your next bedtime story was Flowers for Algernon.

You heard something fall to the floor in the kitchen, then a string of curses. You would have panicked, maybe considered that your apartment had been broken into, but you recognised that voice…and the other.

“Steven cut it out. We only need one chef in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, well you forget I’ve had your food. And it’s not good mate.”

“Whatever, you don't even eat real food.”

“Cows are cute and I don’t want to eat them! But that’s beside the point. Crepes are tricky and you’ve already ruined the batter, just let me try and fix it, yeah?”

“I didn’t ruin anything. That extra egg was just- just good protein.”

“Well, now they’re gonna be too eggy! It’s gonna taste like an omelette!”

“Oh, shut up it’s fine. Everything is fine!”

Peering around the corner, watching them switch back and forth, you almost giggle. They're frantically whisking away, the mixing bowl tucked into their chest, pinned by their arm. Pinched between their fingers was the compact mirror you kept in your purse, but it seemed backseat driving was no longer sufficient.

They're covered in flour, and there's a bit of batter splattered on some of the cabinets, and across their cheekbone. Chaotic Domesticity. It was a good look on them.

They don’t see you when you step out of the hallway, “I’m sure it will be delicious, my loves.”

Your voice startles them slightly, and they almost drop the bowl. You quickly try to discern whose fronting. His brows are high, and his jaw is slightly slack. You step around the island divider and wipe the spot you noticed earlier, hoping it might calm him down.

“Steven, if they taste like omelettes, then I will be delighted to have omelettes. But crepes are great too. And so is that cafe down the street. Whatever works out, as long as you guys are there to eat them with me.”

He melts in your hold a little; his face tilting into your palm. But then he jerks it away very suddenly. You’re confused as he backs away.

“Oy! This was supposed to be a surprise!” He’s upset but not with you, just in general. However, his expression falls into a frown that breaks your heart a little. “We had a whole plan.”

“It’s alright, dear. I won’t look at anything else,” You say as you throw your hands up to cover your eyes. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

He chuckles at your antics, and you feel a little brighter. He explains that they planned to bring you breakfast in bed today. You shuffled back to your room and closed the door that way they would feel like they would get a little more privacy.

You tidied up a bit, picking up some clothes from the floor and remaking the bed. You stepped into your ensuite, brushed your teeth, and washed your face, then you let your braids out of your bonnet and tended to them accordingly. With nothing else to do, you wandered to the bookshelf in search of a title to pass the time.

Alice had just met the dodo and sacrificed her thimble when you heard a knock at the door.

“Are ya decent?” You heard Marc’s gruff voice call out.

You chuckle at the absurdity. You were currently wearing his shirt and his boxers in your shared bed in your shared apartment. He had seen you naked plenty of times.

“Based on previous reviews, I’d say I’m more than decent,” you tease.

You hear his laughter in the hall, and you inflate with a bit of pride. He cracks the door and loudly “whispers” through the gap.

“Steven wanted to wake you up with breakfast. Is there,” He sighs, embarrassed to ask, “Is there any way you could pretend to be asleep?”

You chuckle, knowing Steven can hear everything Marc says right now. “Of course. Anything for my boys.”

He shuts the door again, and you feel like you’ve been transported to the days of your childhood. Those times your parents would come into your room to tell you goodnight and tuck you in. But then you would immediately hide in your impenetrable fortress made of cotton and down and stay up reading for just a little longer.

After a few chapters, you could hear your parents walking towards your door to ensure you were asleep. Your heart would pound in your chest as you fumble to turn off your flashlight and try to hide your book under your pillow so your parents wouldn’t know you had gotten lost in the Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane yet again.

You feel a bit of adrenaline course through you as you scramble around. You're frantically searching for a bookmark and spot a receipt sticking out of a jeans pocket in the laundry. You shove it between your pages and toss the book under your pillow. Then you yank the blanket up, high above you and tuck the edge under your head. You watched the blanket cascade back down in a slow wave, like the rainbow parachute from elementary gym class.

You scrunch your eyes closed, as tight as you can- when you hear a gentle rapping on the door. It slowly creaks open again, and your name is whispered into the air, but you don’t respond. You’re supposed to be asleep. You’re not fallin’ for that.

Your lips are folded into your mouth as you try desperately not to giggle, staying as still as possible. You can hear steps approaching their side of the bed. They set a few things down and let out a long dramatic sigh that you recognise as Steven’s.

“I know you’re not asleep.”

You remain still.

“Really?”

He sounds more amused than irritated, so you continue the bit. You know Marc is definitely getting a kick out of this.

“Your food’s gonna get cold, and Marc and I worked too hard for you to let it go to waste. Now, come off it. Let’s see that beautiful face.”

Steven hears a muffled sound from the covers, but it’s indecipherable mumbling.

“Didn’t quite catch that love.”

You huff and tug the blanket under your chin.

“I said, If you wanna wake me up, you know how. I expect a proper waking up.”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you pull the blanket right back over your head. Steven grumbles but doesn’t complain. The sound of fabric ruffling and hitting the floor fills the room, and you can’t fight the grin spreading over your cheeks.

The rush of cold air on your back as the covers were pulled back was well worth knowing you had won. He slides in next to you and tucks himself in. Already your body seems closer to equilibrium, just having him near.

He pulls at your shoulder so you're laying on your back, and his arms immediately worm around your waist as his head rests on your chest. Your hands naturally come up to hold him closer, one draped over his back and the other tangled in his curly hair. You released a content sigh at the feeling of him snuggling into you as your nails pass through his curls.

You almost forgot what brought you into this situation in the first place. You are so at peace, intertwined with your lovers. But then Steven starts trailing kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. They are sweet and tender, feather soft. Each one pressed into your skin with consideration and devotion.

He reaches your cheeks, and one of his hands cradles your jaw. The way his fingers drag across your skin makes you feel like a precious stone, and the way he looks into your eyes makes you feel like a star plucked from the heavens.

He tugs gently at your chin, and your lips part as he ever so slowly leans in. You’re sure he can hear the way your heart is racing. The way it whispers his name every pump.

His nose bumps against yours, and you feel the faint sigh that leaves his lips against yours. You nudge your chin closer, trying to close the gap, but he manages to move just out of reach while staying just as close.

“I’m waking you up, darling,” he reminds you with a small smirk.

You whisper out a small okay that sounds pathetically desperate even to your ears, but you can’t find it in you to care. Because now his lips are brushing against yours. His slightly chapped lips set off every nerve ending in your own. His tongue darted out for just a moment to run against your bottom lip, and you gasped at the contact.

He dipped his nose under yours, and the torment began on the other side. He kissed your cheek, and you were about ready to snap. Had you been standing, you would have stomped your foot in frustration, and Steven would have laughed at your childish response. But he was teasing you relentlessly (which was already out of character for your sweet boy, who is always so eager to please), and it was getting harder to breathe under the covers.

His head is tilted so that it is almost perpendicular to yours. He moves his hand to cradle your cheek, his big hand almost covering the whole expanse of your face. He smiles sweetly at you before finally diving in.

Then it happened. His lips attached around your parted lips and created a seal. He blew a big puff of air into your mouth, and your brain reacted in the same way you think it would if you had been shot. Your eyes bugged out of your head, your arms instinctively failed out, and you made a sputtering, gagging noise. Your cheeks comically inflated for a second before all the foreign breath shot out of your nose. It was like a forced sneeze.

While you were effectively stunned, Steven was full-on chortling, completely cracking up. You’re not entirely sure what “guffawing” means, but you’re sure that’s what this is. You think he might actually damage something, bust his gut or something. It would serve him right, swift justice. You had recovered enough from your initial shock to finally respond.

“STEVEN MICHEAL GRANT! I cannot believe you did that! You not only faked me out but you- you...I don’t even know what you did! But it was horrible!”

The man you are scolding does not seem to care as he lies on his back, clutching his stomach and kicking his feet like a little schoolgirl. You playful smacked his chest as you sat cross-legged beside him in protest. You were upset, not because it happened, but because it happened to you. You didn’t want to admit how funny the joke was. Nor that you wished you had thought of it first.

His rolling laughter is cut short when his body suddenly stiffens, and his neck straightens with his chin pointing to the ceiling. The face that meets your gaze is a little hardened, tougher. His jaw is almost always clenched, and his brows are millimetres from furrowed. Sometimes it blows your mind how these two men can come from the same brain- cohabitate in the same body- when they are also so different. When they look so different.

This is the same face, the same hair, the same muscle and skeletal structure, biologically, the same man, and yet, they are entirely different. Their goals and aspirations are much more copasetic than they were before, but they are still different. They have different tastes in music and food. They have different favourite colours. They have different hobbies and skills. They know different languages. It’s wild.

But also they are similar in a lot of ways too. They are both shit dancers. Absolutely no rhythm to be found. But plenty of enthusiasm. They both like the smell of citrus. Neither of them really believes in multivitamins. You tried to get them to take some vitamin D (they are mostly active at night! They need it!), but even Steven thinks they're silly.

He promised to drink more orange juice. You didn’t have it in you to tell him orange juice packed vitamin C and not D and instead thanked him for making an effort.

They also both loved you. Like a lot. And that was pretty crazy to wrap your mind around too.

Marc’s eyes locked with yours and you watched as his lips danced around his face, chasing off a smile. You gave him a warning look, but it had the opposite effect. He burst into a fit of snickers. He at least had the courtesy to try to hide it behind his hand. He sat up and tried to cover his tittering with the most obviously fake cough you have ever heard.

“Sorry, had a little tickle in my throat.”

You roll your eyes and lightly check his shoulder with yours, “I know you were the mastermind behind that. My sweet little Steenie Baby would never do that to me. You’ve corrupted him. Truly a terrible influence.”

Marc throws his head back in a laugh (possibly an evil one, you couldn’t tell). He kisses your cheek in an effort to win you over, and you hate to say it works. He pulls you into his lap, and you settle into his chest. His arms rest under yours as he links your fingers together.

You tilt your head to the side as Marc takes his turn to pepper you with kisses and remind you how much he loves you. When he’s satisfied that his message got across, he tucks his face into your neck. There he stays, pulling your arms across your waist so he can still hold your hands while he presses your body as closely into his as modern science will allow.

You sway along to a song that isn’t playing. Or maybe it’s not playing through the air but rather through your hearts. Perhaps the shockwaves of each throb are travelling through your bodies, having a private conversation you’re not meant to hear. A secret serenade.

After what seemed like both forever and not nearly long enough, Marc left his hovel with a huff.

“Steven says if we don’t eat right now he’s going to go ‘absolutely mental.’”

You giggle and offer an apology to Steven while Marc leans over and sets the tray in your lap. It's a cookie sheet that they folded a towel around, so it wasn’t as cold or ugly. You smile as you admire its contents. A single red rose beside your plate, which was covered by a large bowl flipped upside-down, behaving as a lid of sorts. You unveiled your dish and gasped at the beauty before you.

Where you expected (maybe edible) plain crepes, you were instead presented with a large stack of hearts dyed to look pink and layered with some sort of white cream and strawberry slices. The top layer was adorned with little tuffs of the cream on the outer rim, with whole strawberries in between.

You looked at Marc in utter disbelief, and he beamed at you, pride pushing his chest forward. “Happy Valentines Day, Sheyfele.”

You grabbed him by the cheeks and crashed your lips into his. The kiss was quick but steady and sure. “Thank you, both of you. I love you so much.”

You’re sure they can see your eyes becoming glassier, but neither comment on it. You extend the favour.

“We love you too…Now please try it. Steven really is losing his mind here.”

It’s delicious (the sweet cream hides the little bit of egginess well), and you share bites with Marc for a while. He goes to readjust; prop up the pillows behind him. Marc had been putting his body through the wringer since he walked out his front door all those years ago. While he is definitely still young, his body isn’t what it used to be. He fluffs his, then reaches to grab yours.

“What’s this, baby?” He holds up a book with an amused smile.

You laugh at the memory, “Oh, I was reading that this morning, but then you asked me to pretend to sleep, so I just hopped under the covers as quickly as I could.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he thumbed through the pages. A small slip of paper fell out, and as Marc examined it closer, he felt his heart in his throat.

“Hey (y/n), where did you find this?”

You glance at the paper and answer between bites.

“It was stickin’ out of your pant pocket.” You point to the pair hanging out of the hamper, “I’m sorry, was it important? I didn’t mean to steal it.”

You worry for a second that you might have upset him. You try to make light of the situation. “Imma strong believer in the ‘anything is a bookmark’ philosophy. You guys know my rule: use the first thing you see.”

Marc nodded in agreement, “Yeah, yeah, I know. Did you uh- did you see anything else? When you found this, I mean.”

You shook your head no. “I don’t meddle in any of the crazy shit you bring home, baby. I am not interested in accidentally gettin’ some pharao curse or getting hunted down by some god.”

Your answer gives him relief, and he laughs alongside you.

He tucks the paper back into your book and kisses your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Would you like Steven to read to you while you eat?” You excitedly nod your head, and moments later, you hear Steenie’s sweet voice.

“Alright, Alice in Wonderland; a classic. Good choice, love.” He kisses your temple, and you feel the same swell of pride in your chest that you would get when your teacher rewarded you with a little gold star. “Now, where were you?”

As you tear into your breakfast (sharing, of course) and Steven reads to you, you get hit with a feeling of gratitude. You feel at home here- with them. You feel safe and cherished. You feel more than joy; something better than happy. You feel contentment, fulfilled.

You had never been one to believe in fate before, but you thanked whoever was out there, whoever had heard your desperate prayers on your lonely nights. You thanked them for delivering…and then some.

Your boys were also feeling that gratitude. They couldn’t believe they had found someone so truly beautiful inside and out. A woman who was damn near fearless, with a kind heart, sharp intellect, and tremendous patience. You were a treasure to behold.

Every morning they wake up expecting to be back in the dusty old flat with only books and a fish for company. But then, when they open their eyes, there you are, and it feels like the most extraordinary gift they’ve ever been given. Your love is something deserving of its own fable or myth. Your story should be told in reverie. A story passed down for centuries, like that of Osiris and Isis.

But they also feel a little scared. They have big plans today. Plans to spoil you and fill your heart with joy. Plans to woo. Plans to convince you that they are worth it- that they’re worth you. Plans to prove to you that you are all they will ever need- all they will ever want. Plans to get on one knee. Plans to beg you to give them this chance at a happy ending. Plans to promise you yours.

Plans to pull a ring box from the back pocket of those pants dangling dangerously out of the hamper. Plans to slip the dainty gold band with a honey-warm, citrine gem- that he got on a mission last week in Bolivia- onto your finger. Plans to admire how it glows against your skin, and how despite its magnificence, it could never outshine yours. Plans that would have been ruined if you could read the Spanish receipt in your book.

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another A/N because whatever: I will be doing a little /headcannon break down thing for this because I'm kinda throwing some in there with no real explanation, but feel free to send me asks about any confusion. I love answering those!

I'm also gonna start linking those to the original fics too, so you (and new readers) can find them

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fleckcmscott · 2 months

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Frills and Thrills

Summary: A typical night becomes anything but typical.

Words: 1,398

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This piece was inspired by the below behind-the-scenes photo; the cinematography of One From the Heart (thanks, Lawrence Sher!); and this very 80s song. No, I am still not looking forward to the sequel - but I will take a hot Arthur Fleck anytime. 😎 Please enjoy! Special thanks to @sweet-nothings04 for her help and support! A very tardy Christmas piece is on the way!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

"That'll be $43.67."

Arthur counted out the bills in his wallet. Before transferring his three prescriptions to Groves Pharmacy - a brisk nine-minute walk from his Burnley address - he'd called for the beige and blue tablets' prices. With his lack of Gothamcare, he'd hoped they'd be cheaper than at Helms. "Disappointed but not surprised" was that night's journal entry.

He'd try the new insomnia pills first, get a fourteen-day supply of the other two whenever he could. See if a good night's sleep in the bed he was almost used to would encourage positive thoughts, lighten black moods to grey. After all, they'd improved since Y/N. Still there, still a teeter on the edge of an abyss. But with a guide rope in the shape of a woman's hand.

Leaving $2.41 in his pocket, he surrendered exact change. Took the white paper bag with blue lettering. Offered a quiet thanks and sidestepped from the pharmacist's counter.

Y/N waited in the cosmetics section, purse on her shoulder, a passive expression on her face. He recognized the creams on the top shelf, a flicker from when he'd shopped for Penny. The silhouette logo, the black label, the rounded corners of the jar. Anti-wrinkle Oil of Olay, then, when money was too tight, the knock-off poured into her Oil of Olay jar. His subtle subterfuge had gone undetected. Wrinkles continued to form in the usual fashion. He'd continued to save a quarter and make the swap.

As Y/N picked up a pink compact, Arthur slinked behind her to speak in her ear. "You're already pretty."

Giggling, she hung the rouge in its spot between concealer and cream foundation. "You make me blush enough already. Did you get what you needed?"

A crooked half-smile. "I think so." He entwined their fingers and started towards the exit, an attempt to halt any further questions that might lead to med and money talk.

Aisle three's endcap had an Easter display, a thousand plastic wrappers crying out for attention. Jolly Jack chocolate bunnies and Cadbury mini-eggs, pastel baskets and cellophane grass. The plush baby chicks were awfully cute, perfect the kids at the children's clinic. He'd jot a reminder to come back after the holiday, grab some plastic eggs and props at half price.

"My parents used to dress us up and take us to our grandparents for a picnic and Easter egg hunt," Y/N said, crouching to browse a set of die cut decorations. "Do you want to do anything for Easter?"

In spite of his mother watching a televised mass and sharing a bag of jellybeans, the day hadn't ever been personal. The Fleck household was anathema to miracles. Even with the miracle he was currently living, he had no desire to celebrate a victory he didn't believe in. "No. Why?"

"You've got a heavy eye on the Peeps - my little sister likes to put them in cocoa. And I thought you were Catholic. Or at least raised Catholic, with all the prayer candles and icons in your apartment."

The answer came firmer than intended. "Those were Penny's."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. You wouldn't have hung a Madonna over the bed. I bet you weren't responsible for that ugly cat candle, either."

Snorting, he rolled his eyes, recalling all he times he'd dusted his mother's knickknacks. The sculpted candles were the worst. They'd developed a weird film sticker than nicotine stains, and grime stuck in every crevice. On bad days he'd been tempted to throw them out. On good days he'd care for them, because Penny loved them so. Inklings of whimsy in a life of indifference.

The never indifferent woman at his side rose to walk with him. Grove's automatic doors opened and they spilled onto the busy sidewalk.

Two blocks up, a light sprinkling began, lent the pavement a velveteen sheen. With each step that sprinkling grew heavier. From a drizzle to a patter to an outright shower. Puddles formed beneath their feet, threatening shoe seams with leaks. Arthur crumpled his paper bag, shoved it in his tan jacket's pocket, and jerked his hood over his head.

The toe of Y/N's kitten heel skidded past a pool as she hopped to the right. "The weather report didn't mention rain!" she cried, ambles escalating to a jog.

A fierce gust sent sheets of water sideways, whipped the hem of her pleated skirt to flash her thighs. Arthur looped his arm through hers, pulled her into an alley to take refuge under the canary, corner awning of Mott's Spirits. Cigarette smoke drifted from the crowd gathered along the storefront. Her wrinkled nose kept him from lighting up himself.

She gathered the collar of her wool coat. "Well, I'd like us to do something small, if that's all right. It's been years since I've celebrated anything, really. I want to put all that behind me again, like last Christmas. Easter Parade's playing at the Majestic this week. I haven't seen it but the summary sounded like you. A song-and-dance romantic classic."

How could he argue with the sweetness of her reasoning? That he was the reason she wanted to celebrate? He gave a little nod. "I think Tuesdays are half price."

Just then, a bell rang out, crisp and clear despite the downpour. A bicycle messenger sped their way, a dozen plastic bags hanging from the ten-speed's handles. Arthur darted in front of Y/N, sought to protect her from the incoming splash. She yanked him tighter, out of the menace's path.

But it was no use. Muddled water pelted the back of his trousers, liquid ice soaked through white socks. He jolted to his tiptoes, teeth clenched against the stinging cold.

Y/N bent to survey the damage. A groan left her, which quickly became a laugh. "What an asshole," she said, then laughed all the harder. The warmth of it loosened his stance, and he found he had no choice but to join in. She settled back against the shop's window, stuck out her lower lip to blow a damp lock of hair from her forehead. The lock remained in place. "If only I'd had my umbrella."

Neon light from a Gotham Lottery sign spilled across her face. "Winners aren't born. They're made!" was the lotto's slogan, and Arthur had finally found a winning ticket. Orange accentuated the tawny flecks of her irises, rounded the curves of her cheeks. A perfect frame even an imagination as vivid as his couldn't improve.

A drop trickled down his scalp, skimmed the side of his neck, sneaked beneath his collar. He'd caught Easter Parade on television years ago. Studied Astaire's steps, how he'd slipped a diamond ring on the leading lady's finger. What would Y/N look like, Arthur wondered, in a lace bonnet, its ribbons tied under her chin? A hat he could loosen while they kissed, hold as a shield against prying eyes?

A couple of swells like them would make a beautiful pair, better than any Vanderbilt or Wayne.

When his thumb traced her jaw, her full lips parted, as if about to ask for a dance. Dark brows raised, her pupils dilated, full of unquenchable life. The affection in them, the openness. The caring curiosity and eager readiness to accept all of him made him tremble. Her love felt like rain on his skin, and for once he understood why someone might sing in it.

He leaned closer, until her breath brushed his lips. "Kiss me."

Her arms wound about him in an instant, a sudden, welcome pressure on his ribs. He cupped her face. Guiding, following, bracing. Their mouths a messy collision of desire and devotion and dreams. Her frame vibrated against his, the pulse under his fingertips beating to the rhythm of his heart.

At last, a wave of giggles broke them apart. Arthur pushed himself to stretch beyond his shy nature towards the forward, confident instinct he was learning to polish. His eyes flitted between hers, a demure smile adorning his cheeks. "I'd like to make love, if you wouldn't mind."

The blush he caused so easily crept across her face anew. "Last one home is on top," she said, and pressed the tip of her nose to his. "Give me a head start."

With that, Y/N held her purse horizontally above her head and sprinted into the deluge.

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drowninginliquidsmooth · 2 years

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Breakfast - Tom kazansky x Fem!reader (who is Nick Bradshaw’s sister)

A breakfast date with The "Iceman" <3

a/n: This is a part two to this fic but i don't think it is completely necessary to have read part one.

Warnings: swearing (let me know if there’s any others)

Paulette’s Diner was a small place on the beach front, it was filled with pink booth seats and waiters on roller skates. The whole room was filled with the music coming from the jukebox as well as laughter coming from the three different couples who were scattered around the place.

In the back corner, far enough away from everyone and the jukebox that you could talk without too much interruption, sat You and Tommy.

You wore a cute romper, and he sported a casual t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

As you waited for someone to take your orders, you chatted quietly about your lives at school.

“You know, I was quite the lanky nerd type at school,” Tom shocked you with this information, it was something nobody would expect from him.

“No way! Really?” You received a slightly shy nod so you stumbled to reassure him, “nothings wrong with that! I was a nerd too- I still am really- but I just never expected that from The ‘Iceman’”

He started to chuckle about this, and you went on to discuss teachers, bullies and your favourite subjects (his being English and Science)

10 minutes after you had sat down, a blonde girl (who could be no older than 16, you thought) skated up to you, notepad in hand and asked for your orders.

Tom ordered a fry up, and you a stack of pancakes with maple syrup and bacon. As well as this, you both asked for a large strawberry milkshake to share.

Whilst waiting for the order, Tom decided to discuss the topic of your brother, Nick Bradshaw and his best friend Pete.

“What do you plan on doing if they found out about this?” He asked you. You knew this question was coming, so you had rehearsed your answer.

“When he first joined the Navy, Nick made me swear that I would never date a pilot. Pete made me make the same promise to him too. So, naturally they’d feel betrayed but also they know they hold no real authority over me and my dating life,” this explanation made Tom giggle slightly the protective nature of your brother and his best friend was hilariously strong.

“However, they would NOT be happy that the particular pilot I chose was Iceman,” this information didn’t really surprise him, you had expected this, “Don’t get me wrong! They both think your an amazing pilot and a pretty cool guy but simultaneously they believe your a well… a ya know-“

“Manwhore?” Tom interjected bluntly, clearly very conscious of the opinions of his peers.

Your body heat collected within your cheeks all of a sudden “I was gonna put it nicer than that”

“It’s ok. So if I some how managed to prove to Mav and Goose that I’m not in fact a massive slag but actually a decent human being they’d accept our relationship?��

your relationship.

“Yeah, I really think they would,” you smiled brightly at him, but under the table you picked at your nails, concerned about the possibility of offending him.

Luckily, before you could get too in your head, your breakfast and milkshake was placed in front of you on the metal table (which was great, as you had grown extremely worried that your stomach would commence growling in anger at the lack of food).

The very first bite into your pancakes caused you to groan -quite loudly- in satisfaction.

“I agree,” Tom grinned, still chewing on a small piece of his bacon.

After that moment, your mind had been so absorbed into the tantalising flavours of maple syrup on bacon that you were paying no attention to the actions of a certain Lieutenant.

You were drawn out of your flavour admiration as you felt a strange sensation occur on your nose.

You gave Tom a suspicious look, before quickly pulling out the compact mirror you kept in your handbag at all times.

The mirror revealed that a small dollop of whipped cream -taken from your milkshake- sat atop your nose.

“Thomas Kazansky you little shit!” Feigning anger, you attempted your best stern glare. This was not successful, as it resulted in Thomas alerting the entire diner with his uproar of laughter, before leaning over the table and quickly swiping off the cream with his tongue.

Will this man please refrain from making me blush like a schoolgirl?

It took about fifteen minutes for you to finish your meal, and you finally gave your full attention to the milkshake.

However, this didn’t go so well when both of you leaned in to grab the straws with your mouths and ended up head-butting one another. This stupid action caused yet another uproar of laughter, much to the disapproval of the now full diner.

Huh. When had those people shown up?

Now being extra careful, the two of you managed to finish the drink with no further accidents and you went up to pay and then leave.

Once again, Tom refused to allow you to pay for the meal despite your best efforts, so you settled on giving a twenty percent tip instead.

You climbed into the passenger seat of Ice’s black corvette and spectated as he put on his music. Delight and shock filled you as the familiar sound of ‘Head over Heels’ by Tears for fears trickled into your ears.

You were even more shocked when you heard Tom singing along in a beautiful voice, and obviously you decided to join in.

“You're just, just, just wasting time” you sang to him

And together you yelled at the top of your voices, not caring about who may hear

“Something happens and I'm head over heels

I never find out till I'm head over heels

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away”

A/n: im sorry if this isn’t as good as the last one was, it kept messing up so it made me really frustrated. I hope it hasn’t affected the quality.

If you enjoyed this- feel free to check out my masterlist or give my blog a follow <3

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headingalaxys-spicy · 1 year

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Hetalia Mating Season: Demon King England

Alright how this series is going to go is that I will be making these short stories and not do multiple parts. Because if I did that I’d never be able to get to the Golden Nightingale this year. I know I’ll do all the mains plus Spain. You can also just yell at me in the comments for others if I get a high enough interest in it. Anyways, here we go.

Also this series will be done in Gender Neutral…..until the spicy part because I do have to get specific. So I separate the Male! and Fem! version of what goes on. I want all who want to read to be included and actually have fun.

So yeah, that’s my bit here we go.

Also I'm keenly aware of my skill in making male x reader content is lacking in the emotional and physical payoff. I'm working on that.

***********************N$FW AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED************************

“All love songs have a hypnotic lure in them, you just need to pick the one that will make them want to take the bait.”

Arthur was down in his lair studying the last 100 songs that you’d listened to in the last 90 days. You had tendencies to have certain songs play more than others. Now that he’s got enough intelligence to know which tune will catch you off guard. The spell that he’s crafted hijacks the temporal lobe that can override the rest of your brain signals. All he has to do is get the melody within range of your ears.

“A simple enough task, to get my mate here with me. This is exciting and so much fun!” He begins to giggle like a schoolgirl that’s just recently seen their crush from afar. His short choppy hair had a charming frizz. His light, matte skin was lit by the light of his wand. He’d been moisturizing it so that he could look more enticing to his human lover. He was neatly writing down the incantation for the amorous melody with a feather quill. He admired the neat writing that decorated the paper. It had taken him hours to perfect his spell. He practiced on a few gnomes, ogres, and fairies to see if he’s had success in being able to rewire their brains to become reactive to the music he played that suited their personalities. It was successful for the most part with a few minor hiccups. His spell would become faulty if there was another melody in the distance playing or if he himself is not entirely concentrated while he performs the spell it could be broken depending on the victim's concentration.

It would be hard for you or any other human that could hear the enchanting melody to resist. Especially if England himself utters the melody and doesn’t simply use his fae familiars.

Arthurs mind wanders off onto the day you met. There was a light downpour. It’s drops made light plops against his black umbrella. The way that you walked like a ballet dancer effortlessly dodging other pedestrians. This is where his initial attraction lay. You were so light on your feet that you were managing to escape from his vision. He knew he had to catch up. He knew he couldn’t let you escape. He flicked his umbrella into the air and disappeared behind it transforming himself into his demon form. He jumped on one of the nearby buildings so he could have a better view of where you’d run off it. You acted as if you were the white rabbit that was very late for an important date.

Once he saw that familiar red beanie that you kept a top of your messy locks it was easy for him to keep track of you. He went to lower buildings so he could keep you in his vantage point. Once you went inside that gift shop that was situated on King’s Road. He shifted to his incognito mode so he could observe from afar for a while. He watched as you apologized for the delay and that you’d be ready to open in 10 minutes. The small crowd that was at the shop had a compact but cute entrance. He saw how swiftly you zoomed around the shop turning on the lights and quickly sprucing the palace up two of the people who were in the crowd were your associates.

The fairy lights and lamps lit up your fantastic brick-and-stone shop. All the cute knick nacks of union jack adorned goods, unique wood carvings shaped like men, monsters, and other dimensional beings. Streamers of luminescent pastel lights give the place more of a magical forest-like feel.

“Alright everyone! Thank you for your patience [Last Name] Timeless Gifts is open!”

Some of the crowd began to clap in excitement. Your store was extremely popular on Instagram and a few other platforms. It was one of the new reasons the latest flux of tourists came to London. They wanted to get some of the latest charming gifts that were from around the world and from all of the artists in the U.K. The queue drained into the store eager to get pictures and gifts.

Arthur shifted his shape to look less attractive; he didn't need attention. He’d need stealth. He wandered over to the famous little gift store. He loved the way that your energy was always on high when you spoke to your customers. You were evicted about the thing you go to do every day. You were in the middle of showcasing some of the crafts you’d made. You were beaming with pride at the results you were able to make for your efforts. Your energy was different from most humans that he’d ever encountered. The energy that floated off of you was like small sunbeams that were meant to heal any soul that was overcast with dark rain clouds.

He was eager to know more about you from that day forward. He summoned seven faries to keep watch over you and all of your daily activities. They were to have a nightly session to discuss any new developments. After a few months of surveillance and his occasional visits in his modified form he decided that it was finally time to approach you and use his intelligence to woo you. He had to calm himself beforehand his heart was racing like it was trying to make it’s way to the ball. How exciting that he can finally put his devious plan into action.

He will come in about a half hour before closing for ‘bridge’ time. He will take a gander at the sizable book collection that sat in the center of your store. It had more of the gag book gifts that one would give as a fun last minute stalking stuffer, or for a bachelor(ette), or for a light hearted office prank. Regardless it was a great way for him to think of a way to spark up a conversation with you. Since he knew that humor was one of your forte. You really knew how to illuminate a room with your charming charisma. It was one of the many things that he fell in love with in the months of observing you.

“Excuse me Y/N I love the ambiance that you have brewing here. Is that Earl Gray that is brewing for the scared hour?” He has a charming smile that graces his face and his emerald eyes sparkle with excitement but you could tell they were holding back some other emotions. But you paid it no mind after all. All of your customers who came in had different stories and opinions to offer all of which brought in new life to your store.

“Of course, up in the atrium I believe we have room for one more to join us for afternoon tea. Care to join for a small fee of £10.”

“Sign me up it sounds like a jolly good time.” Not even holding back the gigantic smile that now adorned his face. It was like he was living in a daydream. Through the course of tea time he sat right next to you and stole all of your attention from your other guests who only maybe got in a question or two about how long you’d had the shop or how you got into your craft. Arthur was always able to smoothly interject in something that he knew would pique your interest.

“Oh yes I remember that bakery that is just out of the way on Piccadilly Circus. It has the Sticky Toffee Pudding that is to die for. If you haven’t tired then maybe we can go sometime.” He made mental notes of where he’d ask you out on a date. He had plans A-J worked out in his head and he was ready to deploy his tactics. He took winning you over as seriously as he did when he wanted to conquer more lands within the underworld.

You give him a smile that touches his cold heart and ignites it with a match. When your response was:

“Sounds like fun maybe one a day when running this gift shop isn’t so crazy.” You give a thoughtful gaze to your planner that you had in front of you next to your delicate pale yellow tea cup. “Would next Thursday at three O’ Clock work for you?”

The match had been thrown into the nest of hay twigs and firewood that was nestled in the pit of Arthur’s heart. The tiny flickers of fire spread through the brush to create the flames of desire for you. The way that you spoke, the way that you wrote, and the air of summer that surrounded you constantly even in the depths of winter made him realize that you were the perfect one for him to claim as his mate.

“Sounds like a date.” You giggle and take a long swig of your tea, you had to attend to some of your other customers you requested your attention. You quickly jot down your number and give it to him. And as soon as you left to greet other customers, you for some reason felt a slender tail of sorts wrap around your lower leg. The feeling didn’t linger for long and you assumed it was your imagination after all. You had been up for 48 hours straight since the holiday season that started next month in November was about to begin . You were already beginning to become back up with national and international orders. You were bound to make big profits all around. Soon you’d be able to own your own home and start some of those other dreams you had in mind.

Arthur however was still not satisfied. He wanted to have your undifivied attention and be able to drive himself into you in peace. He wanted to capture his sunshine and hide you away for your attention was too pure for others anyway. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.

“At least they said yes.”

“Alright you two, I'll check in with you tomorrow at 11am. Make sure you lock up properly and put the new inventory away.” You bid your small team good-bye for the day. You were eager to get to your date. The posh British man had an electrifying energy that drew you in like a moth to an open flame amidst the blackness of the midnight sky. One where there were there were no stars or moon to act as guides. You’d be susceptible to his trap.

“Hello, love. You look great!” He grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your bare hand. The kiss sends lighting bolts up your veins. It was like getting hit with 500 mg of caffeine at once. You were awake now and he had your undivided attention.

“Thank you. You as well.” Red appeared on your cheeks like bright fairy dust.

‘The face fitting for a demon royal. I just want to get in with it. It’s getting hard holding back my urges.’

“Let’s go and get ready for tea time at the Bluebell Pastry Palace. The scones should be getting ready to come out of the cobblestone oven and their tea has been shipped from Japan and India. The best chai and the best matcha too. It will be quite good time.” Not even attempting to hide his happiness. He can’t help but be charmed by you. Every lingering glance you gave him and gazed into his eyes added extra logs to the burning fire in his heart. You reach for his hand and your hands interlock. You wandered through the somewhat crowded streets. The union jack was laced throughout the streets while there was a light breeze with tufts of fog that whipped through your hair. You felt like you were entering into a hazy dream of sorts heavy with meaning. You felt like there were sparkles of red that hit your body. Was that a faint melody that you could hear? Familiar was how it felt, but it also held a great deal of mystery to it.

“Hey Y/N are you alright were here! You look as though you may have seen a troll or a fairy just wander just out of your view.” He teases with a toothy smile that makes your heart jump a little.

“Yeah, I’m all fine. I get lost amidst my thoughts on occasion.”

Once you were seated at a window table that was adorned with red roses, pastel pink tulips, ruby carnations, purple orchids, and vermilion peonies. The scene laid out before you looked like a fancy fairytale daydream. The greenery that surrounded the elegant flowers curled out like long strands of silky streamers that were sewn by a fairy godmother prepping for a ball. You felt like every moment that you spent with Arthur felt like you were being pulled deeper into a lucid dream one which you did not want to be awakened from.

When I saw you over there I wasn’t sure

Now I’m feeling something I haven’t before

Your (eye color) float back over to his forest green eyes. They put you in the center of his pupils that were like microportals.

“Your thoughts wander to where Y/N?” Did his voice sound a little more hypnotic and enticing?

“Toooo….” Your mind really couldn’t think of an answer.

Look at us so distant now skin to skin

Your concentration was disappearing and all you wanted to do was concsntrate on the song that was faintly playing in your ears. It sounded fun, it sounded lively, it was surreal. Arthur hadn’t let go of your hands since the two of you had wandered in from the misty London streets. That magical lighting shock that you first felt when first encountered him. There was something more to him that you couldn’t really pin down.

If you keep this up I’ll let you in.

You vision began to fade in and out. The spell that Arthur had perfected was beginning to take effect on you. Its talons had made its way into your mind. It felt like being a mix of high and drunk at the sametime with the melody of the song becoming clearer in your mind. You body felt fully relaxed. You were fine. You looked into Arthur’s pools of verdant green, becoming you to take a dive and take a swim.

Yeah you, almost make me fall in love

Yeah yooooooou, got me hypnotized under your spell.

Arthur’s grin was much larger than that of the Cheshire cats by now. He was beginning to break out in a cold sweat of sorts. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer.

Your eyes are glazing over with smoky clouds of confusion and being in a heavy daze. No doubt the song had hooked you in and was dragging you out to the wider seas. Where there would be nothing to stand between you and him. You’d been met with the Leviathan of the seven seas, who sprung up from hell during the first mating call of spring.

“What sort of tea will you be ordering, love? I’m going to stick with my usual at this time: Earl Grey.”

For a moment you seemed to snap out of the trance you’d been under but you still felt the weight of something baring down on your soul. You were in the middle of the sea. Where the waves still rocked your tiny boat of consciousness recklessly. You pick [insert choice] along with your favorite dessert of the moment, Madeira Cake, which had been sweetened with sweet white wine and had hints of lavender. It seemed to be the tastiest treat.

Arthur’s hands had made themselves once again interlocked with yours once you gave your order to the waitress.

“I’ll be right back dears, with the tea!” She said cheerfully as she went on her way.

“A lavender cake of sorts that’s not a bad idea Y/N so. Tell me more about you and what brought you to London and about how you established your store.” He looked at you intently with a glint that had appeared in his eyes. Was… was that a look of hunger? You quietly mused to yourself.

‘It’s a first date. I’m overthinking this.’ You give him a girn and tell him about the origins of your store.

“Yes, I’d always wanted to not work myself to death at a boring office job and I loved to learn about new crafts like miniature wood works and making small musical boxes. There's just something so spectacular about being able to craft a miniature world to tell a story.” You yawn for some reason.

When I get you closer to my body.

Wanna feel your hands all over me!

For a moment you thought all that existed was just you and Arthur and his gloved hands that had a strong hold on yours. Your lips had just turned upwards. You were in a state of ignorant bliss. It felt like there was a thin tail that had made its way around your lower calf. You paid no real mind to it though because whatever Arthur was going on about you were into it right?

Gotta make ‘em jealous everybody

Cause you know we got it

Chemistry!

“Here are your tea, dears! Enjoy. I’ll be back in a few with the fresh scones and cake!” The cheerful waitress only momentarily disrupts the daze you were in. You didn’t care though; your mind was on another planet, relaxed by the floral scent of the tea and from the windowsill. You also began to see small orbs of light form around Arthur’s blemish-free face illuminating it like Christmas lights decorating a tree. The orbs all lingered around his ear and you were unaware that he was trying to ask you something until you hear his voice say your name like it was disembodied.

“Y/N , love, aren't you going to try your tea? You wouldn’t want it to get cold.” He flashes a toothy grin right before he takes a sip of his own cup. He shifts a little in his seat, it was becoming troublesome to keep his hardened cock at bay.

‘Just a minute or two more and I’ll be okay.’

You agree and momentarily stare at the cherry red porcelain cup that had apples adorn the face of it with a matching red saucer. You saw a pink orb linger on your cup for a few seconds before it playfully wandered away. The smell of lavender wafted off your selected tea, you found it somewhat odd and thought the aroma from the cake just had you mistaken. You simply smiled and let your eyes wander off to a bright pastel corner of the store where the orbs were no longer in your vision. But your awareness was decreasing rapidly. The only thing you were aware of was…

‘Did Arthur always have sharp teeth like that?’ Before the next thing you knew the feeling of the tail became much more real than ever before. The flowers and sunshine had vanished from your vision only to be engulfed by the blackness of hell and the song that played in your head was on full attack now. You could hear it ringing in your ears after new earbuds had been placed there.

The sensation of the tail playing with your nether regions. It felt good and that was all that mattered to you at that moment. Your mind has been muddled with a plethora of different concoctions to keep you calm. It wasn’t long before you didn’t really remember what happened on the rest of your date, but the next thing you were aware of is that you were on a soft duvet with missing shoes.

[Male Ending]

His tail wrapped around your clothed member tightly. You let out a gentle moan in surprise.

“Y/N, this won’t hurt too much, but you will need to behave for your King. Understand love?”

“Haaa okay, but like where is my tea and like where are we?”

Arthur’s smirk perks up and he allows his tail to pick up speed and cause greater friction on the fabric and your dick. You bite down on your lip and let out a pleasure groan. Your body simply falls back onto the bed and you try to make sense of where you are but couldn’t.

“We can also get some for the aftercare Y/N but for now let's have some fun~” He appears from his walk-in closet from the other side of the room. He decked out in his black lingerie . Most of his tall slender form is in place except for his protruding penis that stood straight out from his body.

He could only hear you giggle.

“What’s funny my love?”

“Heh. Everything.”

“Is that so?” He uses his large wings to glide right next to you lying limp on the bed. He ceased his movements on your member for now as he took a few more moments with the aid of the dimly lit fireplace. He grabbed the jacket off of you and ripped off your button-down shirt. The same went for your pants, leaving only your boxers and socks untouched.

“Yeah, it feels. Nice.” A blush has made it’s way to your face. ‘Wait, what’s going on am I having some sort of lucid dreaming right now….?’

“Oh I know.” He grabs your cock tightly. “But this is about to feel even better.” Arthur licked his lips. You could feel claws now, but it still did not trigger panic within your consciousness at all. Still docile, but growing heat was beginning to bud towards the place that he was massaging, and it won’t be long before it also disappeared from your body. Arthur finally planted a kiss on your lips with a bit of force that knocked you back onto the dark duvet. His tail pulled one of your legs to the side so he could straddle you properly.

In your vision, it felt like rose thorns forced your legs apart as more pressure to your third head continued to build. You felt as though your body had hit clear day clouds. You felt light touches of fairy wings grace your jawline for a few moments. A bite, however, snapped you from your daydream to bring you back to the present, where Arthur had bitten you. He left a gash from his sharp teeth. While you hear some incantation of sorts mixed in with him stating your name as if it was….

A searing pain filled to the brim with desire hit you like a boulder that had fallen from the highest mountaintop. You could only let out a confused shriek unaware of if you should be turned on or terrified. The heat continued to swell in your member until Arther wrapped his mouth around your cock, licking up your pre-cum. His head bobbed up and down steadily so that you could become more acclimated to beginning in the underworld and not nearly as spaced out on his potion. The rubbing of his slender but tough hands massaged your calves and the backs of your thighs while his tongue managed to stroke the base of your member. You knew you were reaching your edge.

“Ahhhh ~”

Arthur slides his agile tongue along the underside of your cock once more before his mouth releases your dick with an audible *pop*. Seconds before you were about to climax. He swiftly grabs your penis and places his thumb over the tip, with the command:

“Shout my name.”

“Augh. What?” Just not getting knocked out of your high.

“Shout my name, King Arthur ruler of Pride!”

“kinG Ar… KING Arthur!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you were finally allowed to climax.

“Heh, that’s a good boy~” Now heres for the hard part. He spreads your legs wide and gives you no time to react to him shoving all of himself into you. Your mind was still blank and ravaged from releasing from Arthur’s harsh grip. All you could do was groan in pain. Your whole body is tense and grasp for the sheets for they were the only things that could stablize your reeling mind. All you could do was rock your hips along with his. The rhythm of Arthur’s cock moved your whole body like a punk song; fast tempo and distorted shifts with your legs in midair.

“Ugh. nnnn.” Sleep paralysis like grip was all over your body. The only control you has was the use of your hands. Arthur playfully dragged his tongue along your ear and gripped your hair. The King was beginning to edge towards a climax.

“Just a little more and you’ll be able to rest your head.” He puurs in your ear as he continues his rampage on your nether region. Arthur finally releases himself and rides out his orgasm.

[The Aftercare part is at the bottom after the Fem Ending]

[Fem! Ending]

You still felt the presence of his tail on you. His now glowing ember orbs were the only things your eyes were able to see. Everything else was lost in a sea of red, orange, or black. Your mind was still adjusting to the new reality without being blindsided by Arthur’s original incantation that lulled you to him. When you felt it slithers closer to your entrance. Your body shifts away about an inch or two, but you did not manage to get far.

“Oh, my dear that’s really cute. You can’t escape. It’s far too late.” A British voice calls from the warm black mass that called towards you.

You grunt in response. Wondering where your voice had gone. It must have been pilfered by Satan's spawn that was resting himself on top of you.

“Looks like my spell really did hinder you more than intended. Oh well, the first night will be easy… I just have to make my claim on you.” You felt a gentle kiss on your cheek. You whimper in response and not much else. You were still unsure about the reality that you were in were you having a lucid dream or was this some kind of nightmare. “I’ll make you feel okay Y/N, poppet.” You felt your clothes burn away leaving you with no other barrier to protect you from his hungry claws. He kisses you on your lips intently and wraps his tail fully around your waist. He’s waited for too long to have you.

“Nnnn. nnnnn.” You try to move your arms a bit, but they feel just like when you’re trying to wake up from Sleep Paralysis except no matter how hard you moved none of your limbs would listen. You could feel the breath of Arthur’s cruel laugh as he made his way into the crook of your neck.

“That won’t help. It’s best if you relax, poppet.” Seconds before he bites your right shoulder harshly and creates numerous hickeys all along your collarbone. Your breathing stayed heavy, and you simply let tears roll down your eyes.

‘Holy shit this is actually real this is actually happening.’

A few minutes into the hickey session Arthur’s dick is poised at your entrance. He’s posied in full demon form in the nude. It was as if he was trying to showcase himself at a stallion show. He scoops you up and brings your legs to the edge of the bed and places them over his shoulders. Arthur bits his lip in excitement and anticipation. His tail wrapped around your tender flesh tighter. You knew by how much pressure was on your abdomen that you’d definitely have marks in the morning. He slams himself in, taking no regard for the pained yelp that left your lips. Your hips had to accommodate the sudden change quickly.

“nnnAh!nnn.” You were trying to resist.

Arthur no longer responded to any of your reactions. He was concentrated on continuing his bloodline here in hell. You could feel his nails being to leave long scratches on you. They began to draw small trails of blood; your first markings as the new Queen of Pride. The bed began to squeak loudly against your eardrums as Arthur moved his chiseled abs closer to your stomach closing the distance between the two of you. The lust that was thick in the air was making it harder for you to breathe and get a grip on the new reality you’d been thrown into. You clutched the sheets for it was the only thing you had to safety in that moment.

Arthur went in deeper and pinned you closer to the bed. Confident that his cock was capable of keeping you in place. A dozen kisses were all across your chest. His hands interconnected with yours. It felt like fireflies had now nested in those places and began to fly out from your chest. You felt your heart felt it speeding up while trying to calm down.

‘No, NO!’

The bed was beginning shift from the sheer force coming from his hips. His head moved up once more to place one more hickey on your throat. He was savoring the moment. He was seconds away from the edge. His cock was ready to burst. His hands pratically make new gashes in your skin as he put his all into his final thrust. His lava like seed filling you to the brim until the sheets were soaked.

“Y/N!!!!” He’d reached heaven practically. It took him five minutes or so to ride out his orgasm while you were still and your body did not react. It only felt the copious amount of fluids that were all over and sticky.

[This is where the Endings Converge]

“Ahh!” You let out a log elongated moan, your head was spinning and you felt disconnected to your body. You could no longer feel your lower half. It felt like it had disappeared.

“Good job poppet.” He gently kisses you forehead not minding the sweat that rolled down your face as if you’d just hopped out of a hot shower. He loosened his tail and transformed into a lesser form that only showed his horns and his verdant green emeralds were back and shining brightly. They felt magical and warm like the orbs you’d seen back at the restaurant.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” He lifts your body from the bed and takes you to the ornate bathroom that had ornate golden thorns in fields of blood red and velvet black Fritillaria painted on the walls. Pure warm water had been drawn into the dark jade green tub that had been crafted from marbel. “This may sting a bit, poppet. I did leave a lot of marking all over your legs. I’ll make sure to clean and bandage them.” You get low to the water until the immersive warm soapy bath englufs your soul. Arthur clings to you and holds you from behind.

“Y/N?” Voice low and gruff it gripped your ears and your attention.

“Yes…?” Not knowing what to expect but not wanting to make him upset.

“Welcome to the Kingdom of Pride. I’ve chosen you as my new mate and my bride. But the first few nights will be rough for you because I will be filled with almost nothing but sex and I’m not going to be gentle.”

You were shocked by that statement and you were still trying to come out of your spiked tea and the musical haze that he’d put you in. The consequences of which were just now were beginning to show because it felt like there was a jackhammer bagging at the side of your head. You wince in pain and lower your head. Arthur notices that your muscled tensed and moved toward your head.

“Are you okay poppet?”

“My head it feels like someone slammed it to the ground.”

“It’s alright my love. I have a healing spell for that.” He kisses the back of your hand and you could feel his tail brush past your legs again. “I know it’s all a lot but it will be fine. Being a Queen will be easy.”

Arthur will summon his spellbook and find the right incantation. He will fix you right up. He’ll let you rest for the night but you will have a rought morning since it’s the first thing that is on his mind once he become conscious again. This begins your new life as the new (Queen or King) of Pride.

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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Hello Maddy!! I hope you’re having an amazing week. I love your writings, they always make my day!! I hope I’m not late, and if you don’t mind writing, may I request a oneshot Modern AU Kanae x they/them reader where they’re married and maybe have kids? I hope this is not too much of a hassle, and if you feel uncomfortable any way, you can ignore my request. Once again thank you, I wish you all the best!!<33

A Day at the Beach

Kanae Kochou x They/Them Reader Modern AU

A/N: Cute idea! I didn’t know what the direction of the story should be about so I hope you don’t mind the beach. I also put a hint of ShinoMitsu in here because I miss them. Thanks for reading, hope you like it! Word Count: 2,420

“Food, water, juice, sunscreen, towels, tarp—“

“Sand toys!” Daichi interrupted his parent, eyeing the list intently. He couldn’t quite read yet, but he could pick out things here and there.

“Yes, sand toys, first-aid kit, floaties—“

“Noodles!” Itsuki shrieked. Nothing brought him more joy than a good water noodle fight. He simply had to make sure they are not forgotten!

“There will be noodles, I promise.” (Y/n) swore to their child for the fourth time that morning. “Why don’t you boys go put your swim trunks on so you’ll be ready when it’s time to get in the car, okay?”

(Y/n) heard Kanae giggle beside them as the boys upturned the swim bag and sifted through for their respective swim trunks.

“This is going to be such a fun day. I’m glad we’re doing this.” Kanae beamed.

“Once everything is packed up and we make it to the beach, I’ll agree with you.” (Y/n) half joked, getting up from the couch to help Itsuki who had somehow put both legs in the same hole of his swim trunks.

A fussy wail then caught Kanae’s attention as she helped Daichi tie the drawstring of his trunks.

“Sounds like Ayame is awake. I’ll get her ready. Do you still need help with packing?” Kanae asked.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. Actually, can you get the baby duffle ready too?”

“Already on it.” Kanae gave (Y/n) a chaste kiss on the cheek as she walked passed them and disappeared down the hall. (Y/n) could hear her faint cooing and their daughter’s cries silenced.

“Okay boys, will you help me with a big job?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes!”

(Y/n) rolled out the compact cooler that already had a layer of ice on the bottom. The boys’ eyes lit up, not hesitating to reach in and touch the cold cubes.

“Can you put the drinks in here please? No, don’t put the ice in your mouth, we need that to keep the drinks cold. Put them in like this so there is lots of room left for the food, okay?” (Y/n) opened the boxes of water and juice to give the boys easier access.

“We can do it!”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a minute.”

(Y/n) knew they had to work quickly to gather what needed to be taken out to the car. As well meaning as their children were, they were still very young and impulsive. They could turn back around and probably find them sitting in the cooler, or see ice chips scattered all over the floor.

(Y/n) tightly packed the towels back into the swim bag the boys had ransacked, then grabbed the first-aid kit from the bathroom, putting it in another bag with the sunscreen, floaties and the rolled up tarp. From the closet, they also grabbed a couple camping chairs for themself and Kanae. They’d grab the kids’ chairs too, but they seldom used them anyway. They would much rather sit on their parents instead.

(Y/n) took the two bags in one hand and the straps of the chair bags in the other then went to check on the boys, relieved to see that nothing seemed amiss.

“Will one of you help me get the door please. And someone want to open the trunk?”

Daichi tore off to the door with Itsuki trying his best to keep up.

“Walking feet,” (Y/n) reminded, “Careful for the step.”

The boys heeded their warning, but it was clear they were buzzing with excitement.

“I wanna open the trunk!”

“I do!”

“No, me!”

“I want to hit the button!”

Ah, how could (Y/n) forget the age old battle of who gets to hit the button that will make the trunk open.

“How about you both press it at the same time?”

“No!” They yelled in unison.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. One of you is going to open the trunk, and then the other will get to close it. That way it’s fair.”

After a bit of squabbling, Daichi got his way. Making an older sibling promise of showing Itsuki something cool once they got to the beach. Once the trunk opened, (Y/n) wasted no time hauling the heavy goods inside.

“Alright, c’mere bud.”

(Y/n) hoisted Itsuki into their arms so that he could reach the button. They would need to open the trunk again of course, but when it came to a three year old who was very fixated on what he wanted, it was best to just do it sooner than later before he began to think he had been cheated out of his turn. It can be hard to reason with small children sometimes.

“Okay, while we’re out here let’s get the beach toys from the shed.” (Y/n) prompted, following the boys who had already taken off as soon as beach toys were mentioned.

They dragged back a couple of pool noodles, the sand toys, and an inflatable ball. Daichi and Itsuki wanted to bring more, but (Y/n) managed to dissuade them. They would be plenty entertained with what they already had. They would probably tire out before too long anyway.

They did their little ritual with the trunk again and then headed back inside to finish packing the cooler. When they entered, Kanae was shifting her feet, rocking from side to side in that magical way that always managed to make Ayame happy.

Kanae turned to face (Y/n), a confused smile on her face,

“Making punch, dear?”

“Hm?” (Y/n) stepped up beside Kanae to look into the cooler and held in a groan.

Well, the boys did put the drinks in… just not with the containers they came in. Their cooler had become a tub of watered down fruit juice while they had been packing.

“I’ll have this clean in less than ten minutes. I still have the other half of the bag of ice and we can pick up more drinks when we stop for gas.”

“Take your time, there is no rush.” Kanae comforted, as laid back as ever.

“I love how easy-going you are, but I would like to get there before midnight.”

“I don’t know, that sounds pretty romantic.” Kanae teased.

“Oh, then let’s drop the kids off with Shinobu and trade the juice boxes for a couple of cocktails.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh imagining the look Shinobu would give them if they came to her apartment unannounced to push their children into her arms and leave as quickly as they came.

“We couldn’t possibly, not after last time. I think she still hasn’t forgiven us.” Kanae recalled.

“She got help from her neighbor across the hall,” (Y/n) waved dismissively, “Kanroji, was it? I think we were actually doing her a favor. You saw how cute they looked together.”

“They did look really cute, didn’t they? I should figure out if anything is going on with them yet.”

“And if dropping off the kids unexpectedly doesn’t get us killed, meddling with Shinobu’s prospective love life certainly will.” (Y/n) began to pour the liquid down the sink. Then they scrubbed it with warm, soapy water and patted the cooler dry.

“Is Shino-Obachan coming to the beach?” Itsuki asked hopefully.

“No, sorry sweetheart. Maybe another time. Shinobu has a lot of big tests coming up soon and she wants to study.” Kanae explained, patting over her son’s unruly hair with her free hand.

“Alright, cooler is half ready to go.” (Y/n) declared, “Found everything okay for Ayame’s bag?”

“All accounted for.” Kanae patted the bag resting atop the counter.

(Y/n) took the cooler and the duffle bag to the car with the boys while Kanae put Ayame into her car seat. After a final check of the supplies and making sure that everyone was buckled into their seats, they were off.

It was only an hour trip to the beach, but with a baby and two young children it might as well be twelve. They were pretty good for the first twenty-five minutes, but then they started getting fidgety. Daichi had somehow managed to pull the pool noodles from the back of the car and placed one of them in Itsuki’s grabby hands. They then proceeded to whack the crap out of each other. Daichi being older and having the advantage of being in the back seat, it didn’t take long for Itsuki to realize he had been given the raw deal. He was getting more and more frustrated with every bonk to his face.

“Boys!” Kanae turned in her seat, not wanting the tension to build into something totally unmanageable, “Daichi, please stop bopping your brother. Put the noodles down. It’s dangerous to play rough in the car.”

“But I’m bored!” Daichi whined, and though Itsuki had been ready to scream bloody murder half a second ago, he seconded his brother’s thoughts.

“We’ll be there in thirty minutes. How about we play I spy?” Kanae suggested.

“No!” They answered in unison.

“Alphabet game?” (Y/n) tried to suggest.

“No!”

“How about some music?” Kanae was already syncing her phone to the bluetooth, “This album never fails. Let’s all sing along!”

As soon as the jaunty tune of one of those ear worm songs began, the boys were all ears.

“Nice save as always.” (Y/n) complimented. “That’ll keep them busy for awhile.”

“Thank you, darling,” Kanae beamed, “but don’t forget to sing along! The words are starting soon.”

Well, there were worse things to do than sing along to songs about dinosaurs. And to be honest, the whole album was kind of a bop. Even Ayame was making happy little shrieks while she kicked her feet.

They made their quick stop at the gas station and not much longer after that, they finally made it to the beach.

“No, no, do not go in the water yet,” Kanae warned the eager boys, “Not until we have a spot set up and everyone’s sunscreen has set.”

Daichi and Itsuki deflated, but they listened to their mother, joining her under the shade of the tent like tarp she and (Y/n) had setup. Once everyone was adequately slathered in sunscreen, Kanae convinced the boys to make a sand castle with her instead of going into the water right away.

(Y/n) joined them after they secured Ayame’s cute little sun hat atop her head. They sat beside Kanae in the warm sand, holding Ayame in a way that would give her enough support to stand. The baby babbled and squealed at the texture of the sand between her toes, wiggling and bending her legs to further sample the coarse granules.

“So happy,” (Y/n) observed, “do you like the sand Aya?”

“So cute!” Kanae cooed, reaching back for her phone. She needed to document this precious moment!

“Smile baby! Can you smile for mommy? Oh, such a sweetheart!” Kanae snapped a buch of photos in rapid succession, then turned to the Daichi and Itsuki digging their moat, “Your turn boys, smile!”

Itsuki gave Kanae a big grin, shovel in hand and his arms already caked in wet sand from all of the digging. Daichi stuck out his tongue, wearing a bucket like a hat. Kanae chuckled, taking another burst of photos. Before she could put her phone back, (Y/n) stopped her.

“What, you think you can just take a bunch of pictures without being in any of them?” They reasoned, sitting Ayame up in their lap to take Kanae’s phone.

They motioned for the boys to crowd around Kanae and took a couple pictures, then they motioned them all over to sit around them and Ayame. It was a little tricky to get them all into frame, but they managed to get a couple nice pictures of the whole family.

(Y/n) handed Kanae’s phone back to her, mirroring her happiness. More picture would be taken throughout the day, especially when they would start playing in the water.

The family approached the gently lapping waves, Itsuki chasing off a few seagulls on the way. Kanae reminded Daichi and Itsuki to only go in as far as their bellybuttons and to stay close. The water gradually got colder the deeper they went, making the waves feel quite refreshing.

Finally the noodle fight could begin in earnest. While the boys smacked and splashed each other, (Y/n) and Kanae sat in the shallow water with Ayame. (Y/n) stood her up in the water, but unlike with the sand, Ayame didn’t seem to be as big or a fan of the water. She began to fuss, trying to keep her feet up and away from the surf.

(Y/n) scooped her back up to rest against their shoulder and patted the disgruntled baby on the back while Kanae soothed her with her voice and stroked her chubby cheek with one finger.

After awhile, they boys got tired of whaling on each other, they turned their weapons on their parents and baby sister instead. (Y/n) transferred Ayame into Kanae’s arms and the boys shrieked when they stood up and began to chase after them in the shallow water. They stole the noodles and bopped them both on their heads as they giggled and tried to dodge the hits.

It wasn’t long before stomachs began to rumble and they went back to their setup to eat lunch. Afterward, Itsuki and Daichi got back to work on their sand city and Kanae joined them, helping them find the perfect ratio of water to sand for the best and strongest structures. (Y/n) sat in one of the chairs nearby with Ayame sleeping against their chest.

After a couple more hours of alternating between playing in the sand and sea, fatigue was finally hitting the boys and the sky was steadily growing more pink and orange. It was time to pack up and go home. As tired as the kids were, they didn’t want to leave, but when Kanae dropped that they could grab some fast food for dinner on the way home, they changed their tune.

They packed everything up then washed themselves of the sand and salt water and changed into fresh clothes. They then bid the beach goodbye and drove away.

Full and satisfied from their dinner on the road, it didn’t take long for the three children to fall asleep to the soft music Kanae had put on.

“Today was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” Kanae whispered.

“It was,” (Y/n) agreed, “I hope we can do it again soon.”

Kanae beamed, twining her fingers around (Y/n)’s free hand as they drove closer and closer to home.

#demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #kanae kochou x reader #kanae kocho x reader #kanae x reader #requests #anonymous

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Teddy Girl

Media Nowhere Boy

Character Paul

Couple Paul X Reader

Rating Suggestive / Flirty

I stood leaning on the tall old tree the sun setting across the horizon leaving the sky bright orange and grey, The vast grass fields across from the tall wooden trees. I glanced down at my fingers for a moment noticing the damn cut in my fingertip where the guitar strings snapped and cut me up. I huffed a little as I felt a chill in the air doing my best to fight the urge to check my watch.

"Hey Paul" Her voice spoke up

I smiled excitedly glancing at her as she stood just across the field close enough I could see her but far enough I could see her from head to toe.

She stood on the grass, in a pair of black and white laced oxfords, A pair of dark wash jeans tight to her body so tight it left very little to the imagination, the bottom hem turned up a little to expose her ankles, a blue belt around her waist pulled tight, a black button-down with the sleeves rolled just above her elbows on one side the cuff had a square below it, the buttons done up tightly, the tip of her slightly pointy bra below the shirt, a silver chain around her neck of her locket, her hair up and curled in a ponytail with an intense fridge and flick at the end of her ponytail a blue tie around her hair, an intense cat eye, harsh contour, a bright blush, a metallic blue highlighter and a bright red lip. her hands on her hips as she stood with a wicked smile.

"Uuhhhh hi y/n"

"What?"

"You look... fucking fantastic"

"Yeah?" she smirked coming over and wrapping her arms around my neck

"Ummm hummm I defiantly like the outfit, it's not your cute little dress but I like it" I smirked running my hands over her hips and her ass kinda overwhelmed I don't usually get to see her figure in her dresses let alone have my hands on her ass. She smiled and leant in for an intense kiss and I quickly matched her energy out kiss turning into a make-out quickly till she pulled back

"I thought you would" she smiled but she noticed our kiss had messed up her lipstick no doubt it was probably on me but she took her square compact mirror in her hand from under her shirt sleeve and her lipstick bullet tube from the centre of her bra fixing her lipstick before returning both to their place "so? we going or not?"

"Absolutely" I nodded grabbing her waist to pull her hip to mine and I kept my arm around her sitting my hand in her back pocket "Come on then my cute little teddy girl"

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs #nowhereboy #nowhere boy #paul smut #paul mccharmly #paul mccartney

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mysticmellowlove · 2 years

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a/n; thinking ahead i'm going to have to put all of these in some sort of masterlist eventually. the fact that i'm planning a masterlist on here is so wild. it'll be a task for future me though. anyway, coming back to edit this some more has me liking the base idea. once this whole kinktober thing ends expect some more of this in particular, i got plans brewing lads.

warnings; sub male, dom reader, gn pronouns, nasty reader, cock/strap interpretation, office sex, power play, non con to dub con to con, slight yandere behaviour

word count; 1241

Your eyes squinted as you looked down at the computer screen in front of you. At this point of the day the numbers basically blended in together, causing nothing short but a debilitating headache. A dramatic and drawn out groan left your mouth as you reclined in your chair.

The overcast weather outside did nothing to brighten up the office you sat in basically everyday, the dull colours of the company added no substance either. The mindless crawl of financial work never ended.

A short knock at the door broke you from your thoughts. Upon your call to come in the person at the door opened it up and sidled inside. The new hire, a small mousey looking boy that looked like he was fresh out of university, stood there with a pile of papers in his hands.

"Is that the month report?" You looked at the pile of papers, knowing that it couldn't possibly be the month report due to the sheer amount of content.

"Uh no, it's the corrected income from the past few years." A look of disdain crossed your expression. Since he had been hired this was what he had been doing? It wasn't uncommon for the older workers to play pranks on the newbies but you had never seen something as mindless as this.

"So you've spent what... a week writing this all out? You know it was a joke right?" You sounded disgruntled, which was perfectly warranted. You reported right to the CEO at the end of the day and he was a mega bastard to deal with, this just spelt bad news for you. The kid looked floored, or at the very least sheepish. At the end of the day that wasn't enough, it was technically your ass on the line.

"This has been a major time loss and honestly a major disappointment." You got out of your chair, already fearing the conversation that would happen at the end of the day. Right now your stress was through the roof, there was still a couple of hours to get the month report done... if you were lucky. There was no use starting such a big project stressed though.

"Tell you what, I should be firing you for wasting this company's time but I'm in a good mood, or at least I will be in a second." A nasty look sparked in your eyes, what better than a stress ball to release your anxiety on?

"If you do me a favour I'll make sure that you leave this office still an employee." The timid look on the man's face came back, the hope he had gathered from your words quickly being stomped out at your expression. You stopped at the front of your desk, leaning back on it. He seemed to nervously gulp, his eyes barely lingering on you for too long.

"What do you say, new hire?" He looked at you then, as if he was looking at the devil himself. How badly did he want to keep his job, how far could you push him. You knew that even if things got bad you wouldn't be fired... no, he wouldn't allow it. After everything that you endure from a day to day basis why wouldn't you take this opportunity.

"Alright." His voice was quiet, small and resigned. He was already broken and you hadn't even done anything yet.

He simply wasn't going to survive.

Still he walked forwards, in small shuffling steps, your eyes roved over his body. Even his figure was small, cute and compact. He looked like he would keep his mouth shut no matter what happened and if he was already giving in then maybe things would work out for him. Only time would tell.

Once he was close enough you pulled him to you, not wasting any time. He seemed fidgety but there was a certain laxness to his body. One that you didn't dwell on for too long. His struggles were cute as you brushed your fingers down his sides and into his pants, quickly sliding your fingers under his boxers.

He must've been a virgin as he got hard in a couple of strokes, his cock flush against his boxers as you went to pull down his pants. Anxiously he looked back to the door of your office, his hands grappling at your hair as he muttered his rejection. You ignored it though and continued to satisfy yourself.

Now with his pants out of the way you quickly moved to moving his boxers to his ankles as well, the band of fabric acting as a sort of bound to keep his legs from flailing too much. With one quick motion you picked him up and pressed him against your desk, manhandling him so that you were able to slide your own cock inside of him easily.

It went in much smoother than you were expecting, your eyes squinted a little as confusion wrapped around you. The feeling didn't stay for long though as the feeling of being inside him overtook your senses. He was warm and tight, even better he wasn't trying to throw you off anymore. Unbeknownst to you he was having a much better time than you expected, his face doused in arousal as he tried to keep up the façade.

He had never imagined that meeting the CEO of the company would lead him to getting fucked in the finance manager's office. He also hated that he was going to have to admit that he enjoyed it.

Your thrusts were getting deeper now, completely gone was the strange circumstance of him being fully prepped somehow. Now the only thing you could think of was chasing your high. And you did exactly that, not really caring about the hire below you. His hips would most likely be bruised from the force you were driving your cock into him but it felt too good to stop.

Your hands tightened on his hips, digging into his skin, as you alternated your pattern. Going from hard and fast to deep and slow made both you and him moan. Distinct grunts and small wimpy breaths echoed through the office as you fought the urge to press your upper body into him as well, make it so there was no way he'd be able to move as you came to your high.

The feeling settled in your gut, tightening like a rubber band before it finally broke as you snapped your hips into him once more. A drawn out groan came from him as you buried yourself into him as your climax slowly calmed down.

With your chest heaving still you pulled out and used a nearby tissue box to clean yourself up. Now that you were fully relaxed you could start on the report. Without much care for the hire you went to get the files needed out, begrudgingly.

"Uh... boss?" Incredulously you looked over to the hire who you were sure was going to bounce as soon as you left him. He was holding out a folder to you, month report written on the front in black marker. There was still a distinct blush on his face, his eyes downturn as he held it out to you.

"You're fucking kidding me right." He was in fact not.

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