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fertilize-my-eggs · 9 months

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Hey I was wondering if you were still taking requests and if you are could I get a hawks x reader nsfw? One where the reader is super stressed from starting a new job and Hawks tries and find ways to distract her? Maybe starting with flirty jokes to them ending up in bed? Or them watching a movie and not watching the movie at all because hawks again has *other* ideas...

Stress reliever

Paired: hawks x fem! Reader smut

A/N: this is for all the hawks simps, it's been a while since I written about him but hopefully this satisfied all of you👁👁 ( I'm super sorry that this was in draft for the longest but I hope you enjoy this and worth the wait. ) I've been craving shigaraki content lately but now y'all simps are finally getting some hawk thirst content hope y'all enjoy😉💕

Warings: very horny needy hawks + ton of petnames + body massage/body worship + creampie + breeding kink + dirty talk.

"Come on baby, you're been working too much." Keigo whined at you, you were working on papers from your new job.

You start working at an elementary school teaching the little ones how to learn the alphabet and reading. At first it looks pretty easy but it's quite stressful. You want to pull your own hair out whenever the children start fights or cry out for their parents. It's not fun when your boss is strict, you sigh heavily and stretch a bit.

"I can't keigo, I gotta work on these papers. It's very important." Keigo lets out a dramatic sigh as he's leaning in to pull your waist close to him.

He gives soft light kisses on your neck, you would be very annoyed by this but you find him too cute being extra needy.

"I got an idea.." He pecks his lips to your ear, he's sound... Like he was breathing heavily.

"How's about I give you a nice massage?" He purrs softly, you thought about it but everytime he does it, it will lead him wrecking your insides each time. You look into his amber eyes as it has want and need as you let out a long sigh.

"Okay fine... But no funny business, just a few minutes." Oh you shouldn't have trusted him, keigo's smirk grew big... Very maliciously.

He removed his arms around your waist but he still wanted you so he pulled you up and you were basically dragged into your shared room.

Keigo grabs the lotion, one of his favorites, as he turns to you.

"Take your clothes off my dove." You raise your eyebrow at him.

"Is to help with the body message." You chuckle as you shake your head at him.

You slowly remove each clothes off making keigo stare a little longer on your soft naked skin now being revealed.

You lay on your stomach on the soft cozy sheets as he takes his time to warm his hands.

You look at him with little annoyance by his slow pace. The squeezed of the bottle echo in your shared room.

You let out a groan and felt his hands on your shoulder giving a few rubs, he moved to your back with soft strokes. The sweet smell of vanilla hits your nose as you lay your head to the side looking at keigo doing the work.

Things were going great when he grabbed hold of your cheeks, spead it a bit wide then he bit his lips to hide his groans.

"Mhmm your ass is so tender angel." Keigo squeezed more lotion onto your ass as he continued the massage.

You whine at his fingers kneading your soft skin. The fingertips trace your stretch marks and cellulite.

" So perfect… beautiful baby. " he hums softly as he continues to rub your skin.

Keigo groans out loud, you turn your head to the side to see him drooling at your beauty, his red wings spread out.

Keigo leans in to whisper seductively." Bet you will be even more beautiful with your belly being swole and round." He lay on top of you, grinding his hips softly, feeling his member get hard.

" seeing you being sweet towards those children… fuck~! " he nips at your neck as he pants quietly.

" Just think about it… our own little mini me looks just as beautiful as their mama." He goes to your ear as he begins to breathe heavily.

" let me have you… just please~.. do it for me yeah? " you couldn't find words to answer as you nodded your head letting him do whatever he pleases. You can't say no to your pretty boyfriend who is needy and wants you.

Keigo groans out as he leans away." Good girl. " he gently pulled his pants down a bit.

" Such a good girl~. always looks pretty for me. " you gasp out feeling his fingers sliding inside your hole.

" So wet for me my sweet dove. "The fingers go in and out as a slow tease way making you squirm, you start to get needy too, whining and move your hips back with his thrust.

" ahh not too fast baby girl. " he bites his lips as he holds your hips down. " You don't wanna end too soon yeah? " add two more fingers as he begins to go a bit fast.

You roll your eyes backwards as your saliva slowly slides down your chin.

" please kei… I want you please~. "Keigo hums softly as he rolls his hips on your thigh.

" Hmm, I thought you wanted to do your work. I can leave you alone after all~. " you can hear his teasing sing song voice as you feel his fingers sliding out as he begins to remove himself. This is how he always gets you every single time you get a body massage from him.

" no no no please don't~!! " you cry out as you try to grab his coat back.

" keigo stop teasing me already, I want your cock so bad~! Please don't leave me. " work every time as keigo has a smirk on his face.

" alright baby~." He pulls more of his pants down releasing his hard manhood.

He tapped your entrance as he's still teasing you, you whined out.

" please keigo… fuck me please~.. " you pout at him as he bite his lips hard, he can't say no to his beautiful baby.

He slid inside your tight velvet walls as he groaned out, the feeling is always incredible, he can't get enough of you and your voluptuous body.

He hump your behind, rolling his hips at a nice and slow pace. Your body is covered in sweats, his musky smell linger in your nostrils as you melted away. You grab the sheets for dear life as he pulls fully back to slam your inside, the drool dripping down the bed as it starts to shake uncontrollably by his thrusts.

His large hand finds itself on your neck as he chokes you a bit.

" my beautiful baby girl~ taking me so well.. auhh fuck~!!! " you choke a bit of your saliva but you didn't care, you were intoxicated by him and his thrusts made you lose your voice. Your mind is clouded with lust and only thinking about him and his pretty cock inside you.

He grabbed your hips upwards as he began to pound harder and faster, the loud skin slapping skin echoing in the room as you cry out his name for more.

" I can't last any longer.. mhmm cum with me, pretty girl and I'll give you your reward for being good to me." He whines out, the fingers sliding your soft skin to your core as he begins to rub your clit the way you like it.

Your toes curl in as you begin to reach your end. You cream around his throbbing cock as he goes faster at pace, his thrust becomes sloppy by the second.

" there it comes~ take it take it fucking take it all dove~!! " he chants your name over and over again as you feel the flow of his cum filling you up. The warmth inside feels nice as you mewling sweetly at him.

You lay there exhausted as he gives kisses all over your face, he pets your hair softly as he coo at you.

" don't worry about the paper babe, I'll help you out." You mumble something as you close your eyes shut.

Keigo gets off of you as he watches his cum slowly come out of your hole, he pulls his phone out to take a couple of videos and pictures of you.

He always loves it whenever he is alone to get off on the thought of you getting pregnant by him, it makes his heart swell with delight.

Keigo put his phone back into pocket, he leaned in to give you one last kiss as he walked away to where your paperwork is at.

You're having a good, nice sleep but you already know it's gonna be a long night once keigo finishes your work and comes crawling back to your shared bedroom.

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iblameashley · 10 months

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Market Mingle and *Tea*lights.

Civilian | Male | Gay

2,593 words

Content: None really. Pure fluff.

Follow up to The Gift of Giving.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You happen to run into Simon at the local market and take the opportunity to spend some time with him shopping. Who can resist a little mingling and maybe a spot of tea after?

(Tea-lights is a stupid play on Delights...)

(Special shout-out to @mysticalzombiecheesecake who asked to be tagged.)

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

What better way to spend your day than outside and at the local market? It was a little later in the day than you expected, but sleeping in is also nice. You were lucky to have a remote job and generally didn't have to deal with office life. This afforded you a lot of leeway when it came to work-life balance, but nothing was better than actual time off to get out and do things for yourself.

The market itself was a great place. Vendors were always swapping out and there were a variety of trinkets, tools, clothing, food and more up for barter. The fact that it also bordered a nearby park helped for escaping the crowded stalls at a moments notice. You hiked your bags up on your shoulder.

What you didn't expect to find at the market was Simon. But there he was, three vendors down in his usual mask, a dark hoodie and jeans, and standing taller than most everyone else around him. He seemed fixated on something you couldn't make out from your position.

Wanting to be sure it was him, and you weren't suffering some visual hallucination, you pull out your phone and send a message

You: Hey Simon! How goes today? What are you up to?

You see him reach in his pocket and pull out his phone.

Simon: It goes. I'm out right now. Simon: Are you looking to meet up again?

You smile as you read his message. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you slowly make your way over to him. You step lightly and walk slowly, hiding behind people as you closed the distance. You were sure you were going to get the drop on him, when he turned around suddenly to face you; his fist pulled back to his side.

His eyes softened as he realized it was just you and he relaxed his fist.

“Hey.” He says in his flat, gravelly voice. “Shouldn't try and sneak up on me, could get hurt.”

“Nah,” You say, waving away his warning. “You'd never hurt me.” You smile.

He looks at you with a furrowed brow.

“Mind if I join you?” You ask. “No pressure.” You add, raising your hands up.

He nods.

“Sure. Just planned to wander, so might be here a while.” He says, returning his attention to the item that had caught his attention.

You crane your head and move around to get a better view of it. Its a multi-tool. It looks old and is rusted, likely not useful for actual use, but if he's focused on it, it means something to him. You take in his interrogation of the tool as he looks it over several times.

“Gonna buy it?” You ask softly.

“Dunno.” He shrugs.

'Always giving away so little.' You think before taking position up beside him. He gives you a side eye, but stays silent.

After a few more minutes of looking over the tool and other wares, he turns and starts to walk away. You pivot on the spot and start walking with him, keeping pace to his longer stride.

Simon briefly stops at a stall selling blankets and gives them a look over, running his hands over the soft fabric and examining the colourful patterns. He looks at you again and simply says, “Not as good as my throw.”

Your heart skips a beat and your soul astral projects around the city before crashing back into your body. Your breath hitches in your throat as you take in the fact that, in his own way, he just gave you a compliment. He liked your throw, and now compared it to every other one he came across. You had no way of hiding your pleased embarrassment as the red spread across your face, but you managed to get out a low, “I'm glad you like my gift.”

“Mmm." He replies without looking at you.

He moves on to the next stall, this one selling a variety of books that must be well out of print. You can smell the earthy, musky aroma of the old pages as you both step up to the stand. Your eyes dart over the selection of old material; the vendor offering a bit of everything from manuals to romance novels to kitschy sci-fi books.

It was only by happenstance that you looked up to see the glimmer in Simon's eye as he also took in the fascinating sight of the selection before him. He reached down and picked up a particularly damaged booklet. The words on the cover were worn mostly off from age, and the spine had clearly seen better days. But you were able to make out a faint image of a series of guns and what looked like the picture of a World War II uniform. You smile warmly, it's very in line with what he seemed interested in.

“You should get it.” You say as you finger the pile of sci-fi books. You grab a few and begin reading the back.

“You think?” Simon asks genuinely.

“Yeah.” You give him an enthusiastic nod. “Would go well with the collection you already have.”

“Hmm.” He ponders the possibility of the purchase.

You can't help but chuckle at some of the synopsis of the books you have and stack them in your arms. You are definitely getting these.

Simon still seems unsure of the booklet, so you reach over and take it gently from his hands and add it to your stack. “We'll take these.” You say as you turn to the elderly woman tending the stand.

She flashes you a crooked smile and quickly tallies the books total.

“That'll be five pound twenty-five.” She says with a hoarse voice. “Need a bag, love?” She inquires as you rummage through your wallet.

“No, thank you.” You smile, handing her the exact change.

You turn back to Simon who simply stares at you as you hand the booklet back to him. “That was unnecessary.” He grunts, though still taking the booklet from your hand.

“You're welcome.” You say, ignoring his comment. You shove the books into one of the bags tucked under your arm, and see that Simon is already heading off to the next table. Though his eyes are still very much on the booklet.

Simon stops in front of a stand selling cured meats and starts placing an order, clearly having been here before. You watch as his mood shifts; he's not quite pleasant, but he's much nicer to the man currently filling several wrappers with a variety of goods.

You stand there quietly as he the friendly man hands over the meats in a bag and Simon pays. You're interest is piqued by his selections, offering a small look into the man who keeps himself well guarded.

“Having a party?” You ask with a hint of cheekiness as he notices you staring.

“Maybe.” He grunts.

“Am I invited?” You say, pressing him.

“No.” He huffs, once again making off for his next destination.

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After a few more stops, he makes his way to a shop that takes you by surprise; soaps and shampoos. You had to admit that he did always smell great, but he didn't seem the type to buy such things in front of people – friends – so carefree.

His eyes tactically scanned the offerings as if looking for something specific. You couldn't resist taking a look as well, picking up a bar of soap labelled 'Nomad.'

“Earthy and adventurous with a smoky note and hint of pine.” You say, reading the label. “Huh...” You take a sniff. “Smells nice!” You smile.

You set it back down and pick up another one; 'Midnight Forest.'

“Deep moss scent with cedarwood, and a touch of herbs.” Again you sniff it. You purse your lips, unconvinced.

Simon's attention is split between his search and your inquisitive exploration of the soap.

“Going to buy one?” He asks.

You shrug, picking up another one.

“Stealth.” You say.

Simon's eyes lock on the bar of soap.

“An invigorating mix of sandalwood, black peppercorn and a citrus zest.”

You see his hand twitching at his side, quickly realizing you found the one he was looking for, but he's too damn prideful to tell you. You smile, and enjoy the moment. You play with the bar of soap, examining it closely. “What do you think, Simon? Should I get this one?”

“Get what you want.” He says with annoyance. You can see he's grinding his teeth.

You look the soap over once more before deciding to put it down, instead you grab a bar of the 'Nomad,' and pay for it. Shoving it in the bag with your books.

“I'll wait for you over there.” You say, pointing to a quiet area where the market thins out.

You walk away before he can respond. As fun as it was to tease him, you decided to give him a little privacy to make his purchase. You understand its just soap to you, but to him its one more glimpse into his private life.

You look at your bag and books and chuckle at the realization you didn't get much of anything, despite the list you had in your head when you arrived. 'Oh well.' you think, you can always come back.

You see Simon make his way towards you with his usual steady, confident pace, he gives you a nod before stopping a few paces in front of you.

“Got everything I need.” He says with his gruff voice, pulling the bags up briefly to show you. “How about you?”

“No...” you admit, shaking your head, “but I can come back tomorrow, its getting late and I should be heading home.”

Simon nods, and jerks his head to the side, a silent signal that he will walk you to the other side of the market. You smile and nod back, once again walking by his side.

“It was good to see you here, Simon.” You say as you two weave through the crowd.

“Yeah.” He says. His voice is so low and soft you almost didn't hear him.

“Want to get together soon?” You inquire as you two reach your parting destination. “Its been a while.” You add.

“Yeah.” His voice still quiet and soft. “Soon.” He speaks up.

“Perfect, message me when you want me to come over. We can do a movie night or something.”

“Sounds good.” He says. He goes to walk away but stops. Simon examines the bags in his hand and then gazes back at you. He lets out a heavy breath. “You live close by, yeah?” He inquires.

You nod. “Yeah... maybe a ten minute walk?”

“Show me.” Simon commands. “Show me where you live.” His voice is low and gravelly.

“OK, wow... that was a bit threatening...” You say, jerking your head back in surprise. “Why do you want to go to my place?” You ask, furrowing your brow.

“You know where I live.” He says flatly. “You've seen my flat. I want to see yours.”

You consider his request as he stares you down. You know you both do and don't have a choice. If you told him no, he would probably respect it... but it risked bucking the relationship you two had. You take a deep breath. 'Fair is fair.' You think.

“Alright, Simon.” You agree. You motion in the direction of your flat with a wave of your hand before taking off, leaving him behind as he did to you earlier.

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The walk to your flat was mostly uneventful. Simon spent a majority of it taking in the sights, sounds and people; likely never having been to this part of town before. Not a big surprise to you, he likely didn't venture far from his flat on the best of days.

“Not a bad place.” Simon mumbles as you both approach the small building.

It was a pretty basic building; ten units per level over four levels. Small balconies dotting across the exterior. A typical grey-black facade blended the building into the rest along the street. Small shrubs and flowers ran the perimeter of the buildings and filled the air with fragrant scents.

You usher him toward the entrance, typing in your code to enter the building. Simon follows strangely close behind you, but you try not to give it too much attention.

As you enter the flat, you gesture to the bag in his hand. “I'll put it in the fridge until you leave.”

He hands the bag over.

“Take a look around.” you say, giving him permission to roam freely.

Simon sets about your place in a tactical manner, following a path he created in his mind the moment he crossed the threshold of your doorway. He passed the kitchen with little interest and made his way to the living room, taking in the more lived-in feeling of the place. Pictures of your family are spread over the wall between paintings of forests and lakes, and children's art. Your TV stand and bookshelves are filled with reading material and figurines and trinkets. The room is overwhelming to him, the feeling of warmth and coziness curated causes his stomach to twist. He turns quickly and makes his was slowly but steadily towards the hallway.

He disappears from view and you let out a relieved sigh that you cleaned the flat. While he explores your bedroom and office, you put the kettle on and start making some tea. You grab some biscuits from the cupboard and plate them, setting them on the table.

You place two mugs on the counter as the kettle starts to whistle. The sounds seems to stir Simon's interest and he makes his way back to the kitchen. You stand there with a mug in hand, tea bag steeping.

“Thought you might stay for a cup?” You ask softly, handing him the hot mug.

He takes the mug from your hand, briefly touching your fingers.

“Have a seat.” You say, your heart jumping a bit at his touch.

You grab you own mug from the counter and take a seat across from Simon. You take a biscuit from the plate and dip it in your tea before taking a chomp out of it. You lean back in your chair and swallow the sweet treat.

“So whats the verdict?” You ask with a bit of playfulness. Its your flat, so you don't have to give a shit about rules one or two here -or any of them really - but especially those two. Your dynamic was changing and the rules were already bending, but being in your flat still gave you a bit more control. A bit more power.

“I can see several security concerns.” Simon replies flatly, moving his mask down to sip his tea. “But I suppose for a civilian, it will do.”

Was he joking?

You raise an eyebrow.

“Homey.” He adds, not looking at you.

“Well... you're welcome to visit any time.” You say.

He lets out a guttural growl.

You just look at him warmly, knowing you're assaulting him with a lot of stimulus. His mind must be working a mile a minute, so you let him think.

You take another drink of you tea. Sometimes just sitting in silence is enough.

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chiffiorra · 1 year

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╰┈➤ Let's Go into Overtime

➜ Synopsis: You, a broke college student, weren't satisfied with the hours that your job was giving you. Seeing that you needed another way to pay your tuition on time, you decided to look for some other options and found the best one.

➜ Pairings: Sugar daddy!Kento Nanami x fem!college student!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: modern AU, sugar daddy and baby relationship, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Nanami is in his late 20s), unprotected sex, minor alcohol usage but both parties are still aware of what they're doing, Nanami is a little soft here, possibly ooc Nanami, oc of mine is a friend of reader, a bit of unrequited love from reader's side

➜ WC: 1,352

➜ Note: for the sugar daddy collab by my bestie @sleepysnk! i haven't written for nanami in forever so i apologize for him seeming off (y'all know the obligatory from me by now lmao) ;w;. despite kinda struggling on this one a bit, i hope i did my hubby justice~

➜ Song as Inspiration: Overtime - Jessie Ware

You felt your breath hitch as you felt him kiss and nip at your neck. Already feeling buzzed from the drinks you two shared earlier and this rush of excitement that you haven’t felt in forever, you couldn’t even remember the last time someone made you feel this way. The thought of it making your knees weak as he gently laid you down on the bed.

As for how and why this was happening, your mind began to wander back to the days leading up to this arrangement.

—

‘Good start to my morning’, you thought sarcastically as you plopped down onto your couch, letting out a long sigh.

When you checked the mail this morning, you thought it would be the typical mail you got almost everyday. What you found was a letter from the college you attended, and you didn’t think much of it… that was until you opened it and read what was inside.

It was the last thing you could’ve imagined and also dreaded: your tuition bill.

You gulped and began to sweat as you read the letter over and over, hoping that your eyes were playing tricks on you and that it was all in your head. But no, this was reality. And there was one problem: you didn’t have enough money to pay for said bill.

As you sank into the couch more, you dropped the letter and began rubbing your temples with your fingertips, as if you were feeling a headache about to happen. How the hell were you gonna pay this off? You used the majority of your savings to pay off utilities and to put food on the table. It wasn’t easy due to the fact that you lived alone but you managed. But with this bomb dropped on you, you felt that your time was starting to run out.

You sighed again, unsure of how you were going to do this, you were already in debt as it is! And so, you called a friend of yours for advice, in which she agreed to come over.

—

“Why not just get yourself a sugar daddy?” Your friend Hoshiko asked, giggling at the spit take you just did. You really wished you weren’t drinking at that moment as you began to cough, not expecting such a question.

“Are you serious?” You wheezed out, trying to breathe. Meanwhile Hoshi just giggled at the scene happening in front of her.

“Yeah! I know someone who has a sugar daddy and it worked out perfectly for her! I’m telling you, you should at least try it out and see how it goes!” She said, patting you on the back.

“I dunno, Hoshi… I feel like this is gonna be a bad idea,” you add, unsure about this. “What if it doesn’t work out?”

Hoshi pats you on the back, “Well, you can at least say that you tried, right?” She asked before playfully nudging you.

With that final push, you decided to try out the dating app specifically catered to sugar daddies that she introduced to you. It took some time to find the right man, but it seemed so difficult at first. You just couldn’t see yourself dating whatever man the app would recommend you.

And that was when you met him. He was a salaryman who appeared to simply never dream of labor but was still looking for someone to spend his extra earnings on and take as a plus one to events that he was most likely dragged to.

He was a serious, no nonsense man when you first met and yet he intrigued you like no other. He eventually let his guard down around you once he became more comfortable around you.

The best part? He was better than the college jocks that you hooked up with in the past. You began to think that all you needed was an older man to take care of you. And take care of you he did indeed. He brought you everything you could ever desire, he helped you pay for your bills, he did anything for you… but not without a price of course.

For every time you needed his help, you would pay him back in full with pleasure. This was no issue for you, but every now and then you couldn’t help but feel a tad insecure. You would always get a nagging feeling in your head, that feeling being that you were starting to fall in love. And that aches you knowing that he would see you as nothing more than his sugar baby. But that still never stopped you from fantasizing about him officially being yours in your alone time. It was something you craved more than the finest jewels and designer clothing that he brought you.

You felt yourself come back to reality after feeling his lips kiss at your neck. The kisses would soon turn to him licking and nipping at your neck, before those nips would turn to bites. You felt like you were in heaven.

“Is this okay?” You felt him whisper in your ear. You felt flustered at his care for you, always seeming to put your pleasure before his despite his being repayment for you needing his money.

Nevertheless you nodded, hearing him chuckle into your skin as he left one more love bite on you. Your breath then hitched, feeling his warm tongue along your neck. It made you relax under him, his body seeming to cover yours.

After spending time with you over the months, it was like he knew your body better than yourself. Maybe this should’ve scared you but at the same time it turned you on, this was much better than your previous hookups. So much better.

“It’ll be alright, don’t worry,” he reassured you, this not being his first time doing so during your private time together. Usually you wouldn’t start tearing up until you were overstimulated, but this was different. His touches, reassurances, and kisses made you think: what if he was more than just a sugar daddy? What if he was your boyfriend? Your fiance? Maybe even your husband?

The thought of it made you tear up a bit.

Soon enough, you began to feel him thrust into you; deeply but gently. Your legs trembled, feeling him hit your sweet spot with barely any effort. He sure did seem to know your body better than yours.

Your hands were already ready to move on their own, one tangling into his hair and the other lacing your fingers together with his. You never held hands with him before until now, but something about tonight seemed more intimate compared to your previous nights.

If Nanami was surprised, he didn’t express it as he leaned down to kiss you deeply, his pace picking up. The squelching sounds from the both of you sounded so obscene that you felt flustered.

Not too long, his pace began to pick up, making you moan loudly. It was a good thing that there were no neighbors living nearby, otherwise you two would hear a complaint. Not that you and him would even bother to care.

“Ken… I’m close,” you moaned out, your hips deciding to move on their own to gain your release. This made him chuckle.

“Go on, baby. Let go for me,” he said to you, before kissing you again.

The kiss was enough to have you cream for him all over his cock, making you let out a loud moan in the otherwise quiet room. A few thrusts later, you felt him finish inside you.

As he slowly pulled out and went to get you some towels and water, you began to think. Was it worth the risk to pursue a relationship with him? Despite how it all started? Did he have any feelings for you as you did for him?

When he came back to clean you up, you smiled to yourself when he wasn’t looking. Even if he didn’t return your feelings, this relationship you had now could at least be the next best thing.

You could live with that.

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Monster!Reader (Part 3)

Requested: No

Warnings: Some traditionally female creatures but they are written as GN, one mention of Reader in a dress, some ✨spice✨

Krueger - Hulder/Huldrekall

The village was quiet tonight. Quiet was something that Krueger enjoyed, hence why he had chosen such a scarcely populated area to make his home in. It didn’t matter that the villagers didn’t like having a new neighbor or that they shunned him, charged him extra for whatever wares he needed from the shops. He’d gladly ignore their glares and pay double for everything if it meant he kept his peace and quiet. Though sometimes he would get the occasional prankster teen who thought it would be funny to fuck with the out of towner, he had quickly dealt with them by the fifth time they came onto his property. Making them clean the broken eggs off his porch with their tongue, shell and all, his boot on the back of their head, their faces creaking against the hardwood as they cried for mercy. He was quite merciful in his own opinion. He’d killed people for less.

So he was shunned and avoided but that worked just fine for him. And he sat on his porch at night and enjoyed the quiet, a mug full of vodka in his hands as he just relaxed. Until it was interrupted one night by the sight of something poking it’s head out of the forest surrounding his home, peering at him curiously. He narrowed his eyes at it, at you, body tense but eventually relaxing when several moments passed and you seemed to not want to make any moves. You could stare all you liked, he’d leave you be as long as you kept your distance.

But then…..you beckoned him the next time he turned to look at you. And maybe it was the liquid courage clouding his judgment but he couldn’t help but follow you, amused by your giggles of enjoyment as he chased you through the woods, his breath catching in his throat everytime he passed you and saw that you were actually naked. It took almost all night before he actually caught you, growling and halfway feral as he flipped you onto your belly under him. He only noticed something was off when he yanked your hips up, hands pulling apart your ass cheeks to get a good look at you down below. And then your tail smacked against his hand, making him jump in surprise. A further look up showed that your back was…..opened up and hollowed out, revealing your beating heart. He wasn’t sure how you were even alive in this moment, let alone purring under him like a cat.

He decided he could figure it out later. When it wasn’t almost 6 in the morning with his cock aching and oozing precum in his pants.

Gromsko - Morowa dziewica

Gromsko was a man who experienced sickness almost all his life. His parents had both died of it and his younger sister was weak and sickly almost her entire life, even as a young toddler. It had distressed his family greatly and they struggled to pay for the hospital bills. Doubling up on jobs just to try and make ends meet. Throughout it all he never seemed to even get a cold, let alone anything serious. It was something his parents were extremely grateful for. That being said, he had a soft spot for sick people, just because they reminded him of his family. And seeing them suffering hurt him.

So seeing you, in your pretty white dress, coughing into what looked to be a rag the color of blood, being shunned and avoided as you begged for some help carrying your bag. In literal tears as you told them that you were in pain, that you physically couldn’t lift it any longer. Well, it upset him. If his sister was ignored like that, in that much pain, he’s sure that he’d kill somebody. So he didn’t hesitate to offer his help, lifting your bag with one hand and heaving it onto his shoulder, insisting that it was no problem when you started thanking him profusely. It actually wasn’t that heavy at all. Almost felt like there was actually nothing in it and he’d admit to being just a little curious on how something was so light but he didn’t want to ask you in case it was something you weren’t comfortable talking about.

And when he arrived in front of what you said was your home, he was more than a little concerned. It was more like a shack, run down and crumbling. Doubtful it was warm, especially when it was the middle of winter. But he didn’t get the chance to say anything as you smiled at him, cupping his face before dragging him forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead. It was hot, the warmth of it spreading from his head all the way down to his toes. Like the nicest fuzziest blanket he’d ever touched. He didn’t even notice you taking your bag back from him until you patted his cheek.

“Thank you, Sweet Boy.” You said, and there was something cold in your voice. Something a bit hollow and sad. “You best get home now, yes? Maybe stay inside for a little bit.”

He couldn’t find himself capable of doing anything but nodding, watching you turn from him and walk into the rundown shack, the door slamming shut behind you so loudly that it seemed like it shook the very ground around him.

Graves - Merperson

Graves hated the ocean. Always had, ever since he was a young boy and his grandpa would drag him out to the beach and toss him in as far as he could throw him then tell him to swim back on his own. He hated the way he couldn’t see in it, how anything could sneak up on him and take a bite. It made him anxious. Like something was just beneath the waves, watching him, waiting for him to let his guard down just so it could eat him.

As he grew, his fear of the sea lessened but never entirely went away. Which is why he was hesitant to get on the boat that would take him to his next assignment. And it wasn’t just his normal fear either. Today felt….different. Something in his gut yelling at him to not go. But he brushed it away, stepping onto the boat despite that trepidation. Over 3 whole days later, he was regretting that decision quite a lot as he laid on the beach of some piss poor “island” that was barely big enough for a dozen or so people. Not that there was a dozen or so people, there was just him. Him and a bunch of trees that bore fruits that he didn’t actually know the name of but that we’re keeping him alive. And the shade of the trees themselves did help keep him from getting too sunburnt.

He was on the verge of giving up today. He’d been out here so long with not a single sight of a boat or plane. He’s running out of fruit to eat and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to catch any fish. He shuts his eyes and lays in the hot sand, feeling it scorching his skin, painful but he doesn’t care. Do distracted but his own mind that he doesn’t even hear the splashing of water before something wet and wiggling slaps against his face. He shoots up with a shout, eyes wide as he looks down at the still living fish that was flopping around in his lap. Confusion filled him, driving him to look up and around for what could have done this. It took him a minute but eventually he spotted it. You. Your black eyes barely peaking up above the waves, unblinking. You notice his attention on you quickly, sinking a bit lower in the water, seemingly growing a bit shy. He found it….cute.

“If you come out of the water, we can share this.” Graves called to you after a moment or two of silence, tilting his head. “What do you say, Darlin?”

Valeria - Gorgon

Valeria decided that she hated the woods. She had never had any particular feelings towards them before but now, now she is sure that she hates them. A month surrounded these god forsaken trees in the middle of she didn’t even remember where and she hated the woods. Once more she cursed Alejandro for forcing her to flee from her home, cursed her helicopter for crashing, her breathing heavy as she shuffled through branches and bramble, just barely keeping from tripping several times. She growled, low in the back of her throat, opening her mouth to-

A branch snapped behind her.

Her head whipped around, pulling out her gun and aiming it faster then she could think. Not that it would matter, she’d used all the ammo to hunt down food so she could survive. But whoever was behind her didn’t need to know that. Only….there wasn’t anyone behind her. Her eyes flickered around, hands still tight around her gun, a reflex more than anything at this point. A rabbit? Or maybe just her imagination. She was starting to become dehydrated. Maybe-

Another snap. This one closer. Behind her. She turned again but she wasn’t quick enough, her gun smacked out of her hands and her body knocked to the floor, her breath knocked out of her lungs by a foot pressing firmly in the center of her chest. She tried to squirm but it did no good, neither did clawing at the offending leg.

“If you don’t stop moving, I’ll turn you to stone.” A voice above her said and she looked up, Spanish curses already starting to fly from her lips before she even saw the head full of snakes you possessed or the cat like slits of your eyes.

Well that was…..certainly not what she was expecting

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yeetmeoffjueyunkarst · 8 months

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Since it’s Eula’s birthday how about soft moments with her?

!!! You're absolutely right! @definitelynotaneulasimp whenever someone mentions her i think of you lmfao. Also I have a soft spot for girls who are tsundere or kuudere I realise XD

Eula x gn! Reader, sfw fluff

With that, happy birthday, Eula!

All hail the KoF's Reconnaissance Captain, Eula!

We all definitely know that Eula's passion does lie in dancing, so why not watch as she dances away, far far away from the City of Wind and Freedom, as the evening sun shines so beautifully on her? Remember to give her your best compliments, for she deserves nothing less <3

JUST DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY

And... if she insists that you two have a dance together, just let her take the lead. She'll probably call you out for vengeance if you reject her, but let's be honest. She just wants to hold you close as you both sway by the shore.

Eula is also a very good chef (one of the few good things that her old aristocratic family taught her) so you are VERY VERY lucky to be enjoy her own personal cooking, especially her ever famous Stormcrest Pie, which is literally leagues better than the rations in her Recon Company alone.

I'm sorry, but I don't think you can ever eat anything else other than her food again. Looks like Eula has captured you through the way of the stomach <3

I do think that she would be rather possessive and protective of you because. You're linked to her. And she doesn't want the townspeople to hurt you just based on the fact you're dating her. Expect her to treat you like you're a very precious treasure to her.

Even though the situation improves thanks to Eula's own efforts in her job, as well as Amber, you, and all her fellow coworkers efforts to change the people's impression of her, she still views you as someone very important to her.

You are one of the first few who stood by her side, and have her seen her beyond her facade after all. Not as Eula Lawrence. Just Eula.

Ever since you two started dating, her work efficiency has risen by 200%. Her Company knows that it's because their superior has someone she loves and wants to get back to you ASAP, since her job requires her to patrol outside Mondstadt City for days, sometimes weeks.

Likes being the small spoon so that she can feel small and protected. Definitely adores being able to hide her face into the crook of your neck.

But also likes being the big spoon and holding you close, like how a child would hug their favourite soft toy. Except that you're her favourite person in the entire world and she definitely doesn't want to let you go.

She really adores cuddling with you. You're so warm and nice and sweet, how could she not?

Making little flower crowns for the both of you when you're both hanging out on dates... watch her face blush as you place one on her head and she says she 'exact vengeance'. Done by making another flower crown and placing it on your head in return

Bringing her home after she drinks a little too much, taking care of her in her hangovers as she probably lets loose a little. Cleaning her up as well and taking care of her too.

Or her enlisting Amber to help her buy groceries while she takes care of you when you are sick because people just look at Amber and go oh adorable child here take all my wares while Eula gets cold treatment (pun intended)

Will pull out all the shots for you when you're unwell. More worried, less snarky Eula appears as well.

Oh, Eula.... so wonderfully tsundere and adorable I like her very much <333

#j.writes #eula #genshin eula #eula x reader #genshin eula x reader #eula x gn!reader

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insomniamamma · 5 months

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Spinner: Joel Miller x F!Reader

A/n: Okay, so this one got real personal real fast. Many of Spinner’s insecurities are my own. I meant this to be a soft little snuggling for warmth fic, but then things happened. Even in a world than hasn’t entirely gone to shit, it’s so hard to hang on to doing the things you love even if they don’t make you money or get you likes or clout. Also, I rabbit holed a lot about the spinning process and plant dyes but there’s only so much i can do. Any inaccuracies are on me.

Warnings: slurs. Mentions of past relationships gone bad. Shitty family dynamics. Reader is neurodivergent, diagnosis unspecified. Old enough to be married on outbreak day. Ageism. Bullying. Gruff Joel.

No one in Jackson calls you by your name. You’re Spinner or Weaver or Yarn-lady. Turning wool into yarn into clothing that spills out of your needles when you can’t sleep, socks and hats and mittens. You had a spinning wheel, looted from the historical society, but it was old and dry as a bone and the wheel split the one time you tried to use it despite how careful you were, so now it’s the drop spindle, the endless rhythm of it, a sensation so close to your own pulse that you don’t think much of it any more. Waste of time your father told you when you built a loom in the garage, your useless hobby your ex-husband called it as if he didn’t spend all his free time playing GTA and Zelda and Final Fantasy. Every family gathering since moving out a hybrid of when are you going to settle down, when are you going to give us grandkids, when are you going to get a real job, as if you didn’t spend half the year doing paid demos and plying your wares on the ren-faire circuit, good if not entirely predictable money, but it didn’t count because you didn’t make it in a cubicle farm.

You always knew you weren’t like them but could never quite pin down what made you different, what made you other, your Mom told me not to marry you because you’re a fuckin retard, your ex had spat during the fight that ended your marriage. And, for as shitty as your ex was, you knew he wasn’t lying about that part. Two brilliant sisters and then you. An odd afterthought of a girl. Got yelled at for staring at people when you weren’t looking at anything at all. Got yelled at for not making eye-contact, look at me when I’m talking to you.

Funny how they’re all dead and you’re still alive.

You hear folks talk sometimes. Waste of time if you’re asking me. They drug a whole container of clothes from the old Walmart. In your mind you grab them and shake them and yell in their faces that that world is never coming back, that we’re gonna have to get our shit together real quick or our grandkids are gonna be wearing untanned hides and rotting plastic tarps. But you don’t. You just spin your wool into yarn, and do your assigned tasks. Everyone helps everyone. That’s how things work here. Folks come and help you pick and soak and scour the fleeces. You show them how to card the wool and how to make drop spindles of their own and turn fleece into yarn, but most of them give you odd pitying looks. That world is dead, you want to tell them. It’s been twenty years. It’s not coming back, but you know in their secret hearts they don’t believe it.

Everyone helps everyone. So that means you help with the gardens, help with the harvest, help in the kitchens, reinforcing a gate or raising a barn or clearing brush for firebreaks. You’re at your best when you can work with your hands and not have to talk much. Everyone helps everyone and you know how people think of you with your wool and experimental plant fiber yarn and onion skin dyes and mordants. You can feel it even when they don’t say it right out loud. No place in this new world for people like you. Only the strong survive. So you put yourself on the roster for watch duty and patrols. Watch duty is fine by you. Sit in one of towers along the wall and peer out over the vast and unchanging dark, rifle leaned against the wall in case something happens, two way radio for emergencies only and it’s quiet and unchanging and you don’t mind at all.

Patrol is a different animal. Why do you keep signing up for this? Maria asked you, I know you hate it. Can’t make someone else do something I won’t, you told her, but that’s not the whole answer. You want to feel like you’re doing something real. Like you’re contributing. Like you’re not as helpless, as useless as everyone seems to think.

You show up for your assignment. A foot patrol. Day out and day back. Over night in a shelter house a little over halfway round the trail. You’ve got a bedroll and a change of clothes and the canvas bag you use for foraging. Your patrol partner eyes you skeptically and you curl into yourself. Everyone’s heard the rumors about Joel Miller. People shrink from him. You’ve seen it. When he comes into the tavern or the caff or the lending library people suddenly find someplace else to be. Figures. “You Spinner?” “Yeah.” “I’m Joel.” “I know.” “You good to go?” “Yeah.” He looks at you the way someone might look at an odd bug or a difficult equation, and then turns down the trail and you follow.

He doesn’t say much. Which is a relief. Last time you were on patrol you were paired with Ez who could not shut up for the life of him. That trip out and back was a running commentary of things Ez missed and things Ez remembered and a million other things you could not give the faintest of shits about. Joel doesn’t try to engage you in conversation and you are glad for that. A soft hold up means he needs a moment to go take a leak in the weeds, and you creep off too to do your business. You’ve seen plants along the trail that you could use on other patrols, sumac berries and oak galls, but you never said anything, just tried to remember on the off chance you’d be out here again.

“Joel? Can we stop?” The question surprises you as you ask it. He turns to look at you, “This is curly dock.” You hunker in the tall weeds on the side of the old road, logging trail most likely, frantically clipping stems and pawing roots out of the ground, dirt plating itself under your nails, scrabbling for what you can get before Joel tells you to hurry it. Even dried out and dormant, it’s still good. “What’s it for?” “For making dye. If I can find the right mordants I can get some nice golden yellows from the roots and the seeds. I’m still figuring it out.” “How much you need?” Joel hunkers down beside you and starts slicing off the flower heads that look like clusters of coffee grounds. You shrug. “I was just gonna fill this bag,” you say, “I’m still testing it out.” Joel stands and you yank a few more roots out of the ground. “I’m gonna make a blaze,” says Joel, slicing lines into the bark of a young cottonwood. “Huh?” “So the others’ll know there’s something useful here.” “Thank you.” Joel nods, folds his blade away, puts the knife back in his pocket. He turns and continues along the winding game trail and you follow, small smile playing at your lips. Useful. Not a word often used for you and what you do, you and yours. The other artisans. Figuring out how to tan hides and dye wool and save seeds because that world isn’t coming back. They’ve managed to drag a few trailers of that world from the Walmart, teams of horses foaming around their bits, sweat darkened flanks and for what? Clothing and shoes and cans and dry goods for now. There’s only so much to be looted. And then what? That world isn’t coming back. Even if cordyceps went away, that world isn’t coming back. Who could fix the world? Not Fedra, that’s for damn sure. Not the folks in town who talk too much.

He stops walking and you almost collide with him. “Look.” You follow the track of his raised hand over his shoulder, a herd of deer crossing the path, a buck standing stone still, looking at you with shimmering black eyes, antlers curling up like old tree branches, while the does and yearlings cross behind him, all long limbs and flicking ears and quivering noses, and you feel yourself smile. You remember a time in your life when seeing deer in the back yard was a magical thing, you and your siblings and your parents pressed to the curve of the bay window, watching them pass through the trees like shadows. Even after everything you’ve seen since, your heart contracts with the old wonder. “They’re beautiful.” You glance at Joel and see the curve of his smile, the way it dimples his cheek. “They are.” The buck flicks his ears and springs off into the gray light, the rest of the herd gone like ghosts, and the wind stirs after them, and you pull your coat closer, tuck into yourself. The faint spats of rain against your cheeks have turned into a steady, miserable drizzle. Nothing to focus on but how cold you are and Joel’s retreating back, and you silently curse yourself for not dressing warmer. Bright blue sky scrimmed over and swallowed by low, blank clouds, not quite cold enough to snow, but the damp air makes your knees and hips and knuckles throb. Should’ve dressed warmer. Fall in this part of the world can turn on a dime.

Not too far now, he says, but by the time you reach the shelter little pellets of sleet are mingling with the rain. Shelter is a rough, drooping structure with yellowed plastic sheeting taped over the small windows, crude wood stove blacked with smoke, ugly welded chimney poking up past the sagging roof. Joel hunkers in front of the wood stove. Folded cots lay against the wall and you pull one out and unfold it, smells like mold and motor oil, and you get another one, one for you and one for Joel. “Shit,” he murmurs low, “Wood’s all punky.” “Will it catch?” “Yeah. Maybe.”

You and Joel sit on your cots and eat, bread and cheese brought from home. The fire in the stove burns low and ugly. Joel has set up lengths of firewood in a straggled ring around the stove, hoping the heat will dry them, but the cold creeps in, unroll your sleeping bag and try to rest. Sleet spats against the roof, against the plastic shrouded windows, wind blows hard enough to send huffs of smoke back down the chimney, not that the fire is doing much, seething hiss and low smolder, sluggish embers, weak orange glow that does little to ease the cold. You jam your hands into your armpits and curl yourself tight, crunch your eyes closed and wait for your own breath to warm you, but there’s no position, no way of tucking your limbs against yourself that does a damn bit of good, the cot creaks and squeaks with each shift of your weight.

“Stop movin around so much.”

You can see the slope of his shoulders picked out in the weak firelight, his back to you. Your throat constricts and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You lay with your arms crossed, peering up at the cobwebbed beams I won’t cry, I won’t, but the tears slide out of you all the same, fever hot where the rest of you is so cold, close your eyes and try to make yourself stay still, at least until Joel falls asleep. Your teeth chatter. You can’t stop it. You wonder for the millionth time why you’re still here, familiar poisonous rut that your mind runs in, why are they all dead and I’m still alive? Can spin wool into yarn while people snicker behind your back for it, you know that world isn’t coming back, the easy one where you could go to a store and buy a heavy coat to keep you warm, an electric blanket to keep you warm, once this is over, you hear them say sometimes, once this is over I’m gonna eat nothing but rare steaks for an entire year, once this is over I’m gonna buy my girl a ring, once this is over, we’ll never be cold, we’ll never be hungry, we’ll never be hunted once this is over. You feel your chest tighten. Your breath comes hard and fast. Your chattering teeth and ragged inhales betray you. You hear him move and tighten your arms across yourself, try to stop your tears and teeth.

Joel knows the sound of muffled crying. Tess would cry sometimes in the dead of night, curled away from him, when she thought he was asleep. Your shuddered inhale and tight clench of your shoulders give you away. His first impulse is to turn over and ignore you, let you blend into the spackle of rain and sleet and let sleep take him, but a dull spike of guilt lodges in his gut, can’t fix the world, but maybe he can fix this.

“Hey, Spinner, you okay?” You roll on your side, poke your head out of your sleeping bag to look at him, can’t quite meet his eyes, you shake your head. “Can’t get warm,” you say, “It’s stupid. My hands--“ “That wood should be a dried out a little,” says Joel, “Try and see if it catches.” You get up and moving around feels a little better, hunker by the wood stove and tuck a length in, flames licking low and yellow, you blow into the fire, hoping the wood will do more than hiss, more than useless white smoke of escaping water vapor, hold your hands in front of the low lazy flames and grey-ashed coals. You prod at the small nest of logs with a stick, turn one over and the fire licks up bright. You can hear Joel moving around behind you, scrape and rustle and he’s pushed the cots together, he’s unzipping his sleeping bag. “What’re you doing?” “I’m gonna zip these together,” he says, “It’s warmer this way.” Your cheeks and ears burn. You shouldn’t even be out here. Can’t even keep yourself warm. Can’t look at him. “You don’t have to--“ “C’mere.” You glance at him, his dark eyes shining in the weak firelight, “It’s okay.” You nod, more to yourself than him, crawl in beside him and zip the bag around the two of you, and before you can protest, Joel has pulled you half atop him, rubbing his hands briskly down your arms and back. “When we were kids, Ma got it in her head that we should go on vacation for Christmas and see real snow,” he says, the motion of his hands rucks your shirt up a little and he smooths it back down. “Colorado?” you ask. “Maine,” says Joel, and you laugh through chattering teeth, “Ma rented us a cabin out in the ass end of nowhere. I’ve never been so cold in my life. Dad showed us how to zip our sleeping bags together. It was warmer after that, ‘cept Tommy wouldn’t stop kicking me. Here. Give me your hands.” Joel folds your hands into his, squeezes your fingers, and then cups your hands in his, and blows, breathes into the cage of his hands around yours, you remember coming home from a day spent playing in the snow, cheeks and ears and toes and fingers burning as they warmed and your Mom taking your hands like this and breathing into them like this, and your eyes scrim over, sink your teeth into the meat of your lip but it does no good, the tears slip out. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” For everything, you want to say, but don’t. “Weather turned on us, that’s all.” Joel rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, “You don’t need to be sorry.” Presses your hands tight in his, holds them to his chest, and that’s how you fall asleep, warmed by his breath, hands folded together between you.

You don’t speak of what happened. Just pack up your gear and head home, following him down the trail, it feels like he turns to check in with you more, but maybe you weren’t paying attention on the way out.

“Hey you got a package!” says Ellie. Joel misses coffee. Almost killed a man over a dented can of Folgers, misses the taste and smell and waking slow with a cup cradled in his hands. He’s barely staggered into the kitchen, barely nursed the coals in the stove into life, waiting for the kettle so he can have some herb tea that warms his hands at least, but Ellie is up and bright eyed and talking a mile a minute. “Package?”

“On the front step, stupid.” Joel rubs at his eyes.

“Why don’t you quit yappin and bring it in for me?”

“Lazy ass,” says Ellie, but Joel hears her grin, hears the door open, feels the puff of frigid air. Ellie plops an irregular bundle wrapped in string and old newspaper on the table. “I gotta go,” she says, “Gonna be late for school—“

“Hey! Did you eat?” But Ellie’s already out the door, leaving Joel to examine the lumpy parcel, rain-dotted darkening newsprint scavenged from God knows where. Joel unties the string and winds it into a careful coil, turns the bundle over to unwrap it. Thought I’d return the favor, the note reads. No name, but who else could it be? Broad scarf of thick cream colored wool with a pair of socks to match. He runs the pads of this thumbs over the precise rows of stitches, brings the bundled scarf to his face and breathes in, not unpleasant smell of sheep and grass.

“Oooooh, looks like Christmas came early!”

“Ellie!” Joel feels his face going hot.

“What? I forgot my bag,” she says, scooping said backpack off it’s hook by the door, heads back out into the bright, bitter day, frigid air blowing loose snow across the threshold, turns to grin at him, her split eyebrow quirked up. “You know she likes you, right? She actually smiles when you’re around—“

“Git! You’re letting all the warm air out.”

“If those socks fit you can thank me!” And then she’s gone, door closed behind her.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel says to his empty kitchen. Wraps the scarf around his neck, just to see how it feels, imagines your hands busied with knitting needles, maybe a spinning wheel like in Sleeping Beauty, hands that felt like ice in his, the uncertain way your eyes would fix on his and flick away, didn’t say more than three words to him until you happened on that patch of weeds in the ditch along the trail. Burdock? Curly dock? It looked like used coffee grounds on stems, but you were so happy about it. Your face lit up. You smiled. He sits at the kitchen table, hoping that Ellie hasn’t forgotten anything else, and peels his socks off, threadbare, thinning at the heels, so he can try on the ones you made for him. They fit perfectly. Gonna have to talk to that girl about prying into grown-ups business, the thinks.

You wouldn’t be here if not for Lina’s birthday, she came to your place with three cakes of beeswax, knows you need it for waxing the finer threads you spin, the ones for leatherwork, for sewing book pages onto spines, we’re getting together at the Bison! You should come! And Lina is one of the few people in town you like. She’s always been kind to you, never seems to mind when you start talking scouring and lanolin and how you want to start working with plant fibers. She’ll talk endlessly about her hives and how the weather effects the honey, what’s in bloom and what isn’t and how it changes the taste. So you sit with Lina and her handful of friends, drinking hard cider and wishing you were home sitting in front of your wood stove drop spindle in your hand, endless, thoughtless repetitive motion until sleep calls you. When you spin the things you’ve seen recede, slows your ever racing heart. You fidget, calloused fingers rubbing together, the motion you make when you spin, not wanting to be there, but not wanting to let Lina and the other half-dozen people you interact with down, an impromptu artisans meeting, you and Lina, Jimbo the paper-maker and his daughter, Tim who used to teach high school chemistry before everything went to shit. Joel’s here, him and his brother seated at the bar, talking over their drinks, faces serious. You feel yourself start to smile. You’re not sure if he’s been around more, or if you’ve started noticing him more, like playing punchbug when you were kids, there were Volkswagen Beetles everywhere if it meant getting to hit your cousin as hard as possible without getting in trouble for it—

“Oh look it’s the Artists.” You feel your jaw clench and Lina puts on her brightest, cheeriest, go-fuck-yourself smile. “Hi, Kev,” Lin chirps, “To what do we owe the pleasure?” “Maybe I want to wish you a happy birthday,” he says. Kevin and his lot. Supposed crack-shots. Take every opportunity for long patrols, ex-military if you believe their yap. Picked off some clickers and expect everyone to kiss their asses. “Consider it wished—“ “And maybe I’d like to know what we’re risking our necks out on perimeter for--“ And this shit right here is why you rarely leave your house, if it’s not Kevin it’s some other jerk wanting to know what you’re here for. Same question you’ve asked yourself so many times. Why are they all dead and you’re still alive? What are you here for?

“Maybe I want to know what you ar-teests are doing while me and my boys our out risking our lives in the dark.” You know how this will play out, how it always plays out, Lina will placate him with offers of hot honey and soap, the rest of you will bend the knee, make polite noises about how you wouldn’t be able to do what you do without people like him keeping you safe. Never mind that no one’s seen a proper pod of clickers or runners in months, a few lone stragglers and that’s it, your eyes flick up to Jimbo’s and you see the resignation there. Let him have his say, take the ribbing and move on, and you see Joel, pushed back from the bar, looking your way. Your face goes hot and your neck goes tight and you are angry, Kevin and his bullshit always makes you angry, but this is different, brighter and sharper, and before you really know what you’re doing you are up in moving yourself into Kevin’s personal space.

“How those Walmart socks holding up? Your little toesies start poking through yet? Getting a little thin in the heels?” He grins wide, hands on his hips, “You offerin to mend my socks, Spinner? Got a girlfriend for that. ‘Less you think you can do better-“ He laughs and his dumb buddies do the same— “What’s this shirt made of?,” you pinch a bit of his yellow and black flannel between your fingers, “Feels like a cotton poly blend. Probably more poly than cotton. Too bad.” “You tryin to flirt with me, here, Spinner? Bit long in the tooth for all that aren’t cha-“ “You know why wool is so much better than poly-cotton blends like this? Wool holds its heat even when it gets wet. You can wear wool in a rainstorm—“ “So what?” “So you’re gonna have a cold walk home.” You dump your nearly full pint of cider down the front of Kevin’s cheaply made flannel shirt, turn tail and bolt for the front doors.

“Woo!” “You tell im, Spinner-“ “You fucking BITCH!” “Don’t.” Joel’s voice the last one you hear before bursting into the snow-shot night.

You fetch up near the huge pine tree in the town square all lit up for Christmas, on the steps of the gazebo where the choir’s set to sing a few days from now, a rag-tag group led my Moira who’s got to be pushing ninety and teaches the kids how to read music and pick out middle C on the desperately out-of-tune piano in the Hall. They sound so sweet together. For now the square is silent save for the gentle ticking of snow falling on snow. You’re cold and you should go home, but your rolling gut says to sit right here and wait, a couple pints of cider and spent adrenaline roiling your insides. Stupid, you think. You’ve made things worse, Kevin and his goons will just double down, but you were so angry— “Hey.” You glance up from the nest of your hands and the gathering snow, feel Joel settle beside you on the step. “Hey.” “That was brave, what you did in there.” “How come I feel like I’m gonna throw up, then?” “You want me to break his legs?” You look up at him and he’s smiling, a little one that just curves his cheek. “You’re joking.” “Mostly,” says Joel. “If Kevin bothers you again, you come tell me-“ “You’re wearing the scarf,” you say, and feel yourself smiling wide, and now his eyes flick to the side. “It’s real warm,” he says. “I’m glad you like it.” And you sit in the silence together for a beat, mesmerized by the slow falling flakes, catching and haloing the strung lights. A few years from now, these bulbs will be candles, but for now it feels a little bit like it used to. Joel stands and offers his hand. “Can I walk you home, Spinner?” You let him pull you up off the step. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Tagging @oonajaeadira @grogusmum @sp00kymulderr @boliv-jenta @writeforfandoms @quicax3 @fromthedeskoftheraven @artemiseamoon @the-blind-assassin-12

#pedro pascal #joel miller x f!reader #tlou

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thursdayisfriday · 2 years

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ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ 👂🏽⭐

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Bakugou x Gn!reader, Todoroki x Gn! reader and Deku x Gn!reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: cursing, very fluffy , comedy :)

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your a professional body piercer and you giving them a piercing

Izuku Midoriya

I feel like Izuku would get a standard lobe piercing

If he’s feeling bold he’d get a helix piercing

With Midoriya being himself I just know that he’s gonna be a little worried, but he’ll try not to show it i front of you and your cool self

He might even need something to squeeze since it’s his first time getting a piercing

I could see him occasionally rambling, forgetting about the fact that he was getting a piercing; and once he gets it he’s be so confused

“Can you tell me when you're going to do it?” Deku mumbles as you clean his ear. You let out a hum sound as you studied the green headed boy's face. He looked so cute! He was biting his lip a little as his heart raced, either because of how close you were near him or because he was going to be getting his first piercing. After you were done cleaning his ear you grabbed the piercing needle beside you. “Okay” you sigh as you look at him reassuring him everything is going to be alright. “Ready?”. Deku nodded a little, closing his eyes tight. You leaned down clipping his ears with the Forester Forceps, waiting a little until he stopped shaking. Just as you were about to clip his ears, he started rambling about how this was a bad idea and that he was only doing this because he thought he was going to look cool and how he just wanted to go outside and touch so gras-”panca-HOLY MOTHER TRUCKER!”

Katsuki Bakugo

He’d get a middle tongue piercing or a smiley piercing

Basically whatever piercing that would make him look badass

And this motherfucker would be so damn ready

Like he even tell you to hurry up and give him the piercing

Afterwards, will(And i mean will) go brag about it to his friend

You clipped bakugou´s tongue with the forester forcep getting ready to pierce him, when all of a sudden the boy starts to growl, like a damn dog. ¨What?¨ You said annoyed. This was the 2nd time he made that sound. ¨Con yow gus uurry up(Can you just hurry)!¨ You rolled your eyes as you just pulled his tongue making him wince. ¨just shut up and let me do my job¨ with a swift move, you pierced his tongue and slid on the piercing. While everything was going on you didn't even notice the fact that Bakugou had his hand on your waist squeezing it a little. ¨You okay?¨ You asked softly, resting your hands on his tense shoulders, massaging him. Bakugou hummed, rubbing your hips a little. ``Pass the mirror¨, Bakugou said signaling to the mini mirror behind you. After passing you to him you look a little at himself in the mirror. Sticking out his tongue admiring the piercing he had. ¨You like it?¨ ¨Hell yeah!¨ He shouted out boldly as he made goofy ass faces.

Shoto Todoroki

Would either get a standard ear piercing like Deku or a scaffold

Basically he´d probably get any ware on his ear, nose or mouth pierce

Says that he's doing it cause he just wants to try it out, but really he just wants to piss his father off.

Would take it better then deku and quieter that bakugou

Likes to distract himself when it's happening

¨What color do you want?¨ Shoto stared at you with a soft expression as he thought. Your hand was on his cheek massaging it softly waiting for an answer. ¨I don 't know, love. Which one do you think would look nice¨ You tilted your head slightly to the side, thinking of the best color that would suit him. Shoto loved seeing you in this state. Your face in a serious yet soft expression. ¨I mean silver is a common one , But i think i would look nice on you.¨ You got the tools ready. Cleaning his ear, Brushing his ears carefully and marking the places that you were going to pierce. ¨Ready?¨. Shoto hummed lightly. You clipped his ear making sure he was okay and ready. Then swiftly, you inserted the needle as well as the silver piercing. Then you looked at your work. Making sure you did it right. ¨What´s wrong? Shoto asked confusedly, looking at your concerned face. ¨Oh- nothing¨. You rubbed your neck as you backed up. A light tint of pink kissed your cheek as you looked at a Shoto with the piercing. ¨So how do i look?¨You took this opportunity to tease the boy.

¨Hot~¨

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 1 year

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ok so dream smp au where c!tommy ends up leaving the server after c!wilbur does to try and find him and he ends up becoming a sort of travelling merchant going from server to server selling things he made (like clothes and potions) and doing odd jobs before moving on. and when he finds c!wilbur it’s been a few months and he decides that he’s happier doing this than he was petrified on the server so he decides to continue travelling and selling his wares.

things aren’t perfect, obviously. he’s still severely traumatised and physically and mentally disabled from his experiences. he’s still basically a living corpse- stuck in the body he had when c!dream beat him to death and never physically growing up. his paranoia never goes away. but he matures and he heals. he’s still chaotic but he’s less of a prick. he learns to accept himself more even if he’s not the stereotypical big man he feels he has to be. he learns how to be creative and quick witted and charismatic, but he only scams the people who deserve it and tries to make a positive contribution everywhere he goes.

he buys a van like wilbur’s old one and hangs a L’Manburg flag in the back along with pictures of his friends. he dyes the tips of his hair and gets tattoos and piercings and starts wearing soft pastels and flowing clothes instead of the same hoodie and cargo pants he always used to wear. he makes friends everywhere he goes and comes back to visit. his favourite thing is to babysit because he’s really good with kids. he finds a stray kitten in his engine once and calls her tubbo. he’s too scared to go back to the dream smp but he visits wilbur often. he forgets how to fight and buries his swords in the ground and strangely he doesn’t mind it.

you can stop reading here and pretend it’s wholesome. if you read on its on you.

it’s a decade on when things go wrong.

he tastes something bitter in his food, and before he can react he drifts into unconsciousness. when he wakes up he thinks he’s having a nightmare- back in the prison cell, with the masked man he’d tried his best to forget ranting to him again like the bad old days. a quick trip to limbo shatters that illusion.

in the time tommy was gone, dream went through with his plans to make the server a big happy family, in the worst way possible. he’s forced everyone into a stagnant role of when he was happiest with them, under the belief that’ll somehow make them happy. he’s forced people to become caricatures of themselves, unable to grow or change, unable to even age. he genuinely believes due to the smiles and laughter of his brothers and sisters they’re happy, but they are afraid of doing anything else.

and this new tommy? dream does not like him one bit.

unable to recognise that tommy is no longer the teenager he once was, but a man nearly in his thirties who’s trying to move on, he sees everything about him as heretical. his appearance is marred, too subdued, too mature. he’s not impulsive or loud enough, he’s not abrasive and insecure like he’s supposed to be. he’s been tainted, dream decides, from the outside world, and he needs to be brought back to the perfect tommy he once was.

but tommy is not a lonely child anymore. there are people looking for him. he’s sharp as a whip and convincing with his words. none of which will stop him from being abused, of course- but tommy is tommy, determined and iron willed, and he plans. he can’t fight anymore, but there’s people on the server who can. there’s far more of them than there are of him, and tommy knows there are people who love him, out there. he has a life. he has something to lose, for once- and everything to gain.

#dream smp #c!tommy #primeboys (Derogatory)#kidnapping tw #abuse tw

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cauldron-of-oddities · 1 month

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Crows are social and likes to be in groups, but owls prefer to be alone or in pairs. What I'm saying is, when Ekko is changed there's only one person (bird) allowed to break his solitude, or he'll get moody.

High Up in the Branches

Owls, it turned out, had exceptional hearing along with excellent eyesight. This, combined with someone who likes to tinker on his own (with one exception) and a heart that was just a little too giving, ment the world was sometimes just a bit too much. Today already felt like a lot, and respite proved hard to find.

He'd seek out high perches where he could be alone for a while. Today's choice had been the market before it got started, a novel quiet view of a place usually so busy. Early morning was the only time there was a lull in Zaun. Everyone was either asleep or drunk. From the afternoon on the market stalls would come to life bartering and promoting their wares, the shops would open up, and the food stalls would cook up a storm of scents.

A loud crash had him winching. The cause had been an enforcer pushing someone who passed by a bit too close into a stall. His feathers bristled, and the wooden pole he was perched on, he was sure, had a new set of groves. Luckily, it seemed everyone was all too eager just to move on, but the undercurrent of tension that was creeping in was worrisome.

Agitated with too much on his mind, he sought somewhere else to sort his head.

First, he went to Benzo's attic. The window was easy to open with a little contraption he and Powder had designed. The shadowy room offered him exactly what he needed. Calming down on the window still, he considered his anger, how he'd like to act, but for now, it would result in too much trouble. Instead, he opted to get productive another way; tinkering on the hoverboard.

Was it a needed device? Maybe not. But, to fly when human, meant you could when injured or you could carry your loot and finds back, and it would divert attention from the birds. About to shift, the attic hatch opened. “Ahha, thought I heard you there boy, excellent timing, I have a job for…” Benzo never got to finish his sentence, with a hooted huff he flew off.

Next, he went home. Perhaps he could read to take his mind off of things. But this was too quiet. The long hours his parents worked were getting worse, and being here when they should be too and weren't was wrong. With no distraction whatsoever, it was his head that became too noisy. Sitting on the back of a chair, the emptiness of the apartment had him leaving again. He decided he did want company, seeing a flash of blue in his mind.

The roof of the Last Drop was empty, Powder was the only one ever to come up here with some frequency. That having been said, as of late every time he'd come by for a visit, her entire family would be constantly checking up on them. Maybe today would be alright.

He only has to wait a little while. She appeared soon enough on the roof. He lets out a few happy hoots as a greeting. “Hey Ekko. Need to get away for a bit?” He nods. "Hmm, me too.” She flung her legs over the edge of the roof beside him. It's comfortable sitting like this with her, he'd like for her to pet him, alas he does not share her gift for speech, but his fidgeting has her attention and with that he feels her scratch his chest plumage, the extra soft feathers he'd been informed.

All's right with the world, letting the happiness of being with her rush through him.

It's short lived though as Claggor calls out. The taps are broken. She promises that she'd be right back and she is, only then Vi's there popping up to say hello to him and then Vander with drinks, just to check, and then Mylo teasing her “Hey, quit cuddling with your boyfriend, tables need wiping.” throwing a rag at her. “He's my friend.” She calls after Mylo.

He's bristling again, he wanted some time to himself, he wants her to himself, and that remark has him feeling a twisting churning mess of feelings. “Sorry.” She shrugs with a sigh as she gets up to go down.

With a heave, he flies off. Today was not to be his. And he's feeling all sorts of trapped in his own skin. He needs a distraction. It's a quick flight to the pipelines and tunnels, a favourite spot for air surfing. It had not a wise idea, it turned out. Lost in thought, he'd gotten lost himself.

First things first, get out of the tunnels. From there, you can fly up and out. In the distance, almost as bright as Powder's blue, he sees the tell tale green of firelights, where they are, there must be a way out. As he gets closer, there's not just a few of them, but a whole swarm, its enough to blind him for a moment.

When he breaks through the sight that greets him, is one from a story book. A great tree, tall as a tower, fully green, with reaching twisting branches surrounded by the flickering glow of the firelights. It's magical.

Ekko lands on a sturdy branch close to the trunk of the tree, hidden between the green and browns, where he finally relaxed. The soft buzzing of the firelights and a rustling breeze are the only noise. It was heaven to his sensitive ears and eyes as he took in the view.

The flutter of wings approaching and slowing alerts him to company. Could he get no quiet to sort out his thoughts? Debating on whether he should shift back to his human form, he sees Powder land and shift beside him on the branch and change in a lovely whirl of blue.

“Sorry I followed you, you looked so ruffeld I couldn't just leave you.” Her fingers run over his head and the long tufts, his annoyance instantly soothed. She looked around, the awe on her face much like he was feeling a moment ago. She turned to him with a soft smile on her face.

He knew Powder loved it, the noise and boisterous chaotic and creative nature of Zaun, but she too knew the need to sometimes get away from it all. Too much input could leave you feeling fried or rather unwanted input could.

“What's eating you? You don't need to answer, but ya know if you want to talk…” She trailed off. He does, but it's all stuck. He wants to tell her everything from his worries about his parents to the strained undercurrent he'd felt in the streets to how he feels. He badly wants to tell her how she makes him feel. Instead, he puffs up and deflates. “Bad day, huh, I know those. Want me to go?”

No, he wants her to stay. He wants her comfort. He tries to vocalise the feeling as best as he can.

His hoot did not sound that pathetic, did it? The sound is small and a bit panicked as he flaps his wings in protest to her leaving. “Ok, ok, I stay.” She's laughing now, shit, this is embarrassing.

She looks out through the leaves and down to the clearing. “It's pretty here.” Is all she said as she resumed petting him and softly humming.

He's not sure how long they sit like that, the peacefulness of where they are finally sinking into him. With a stretch, he changes back, “Thanks, Blue.”

“Feel better?”

“Hard to remain moody when my favourite Blue is here.” She gives him a shove for that, even as her cheeks dust pink.

He looks out over the clearing charmed by the bugs and the tree.

“This would be a good place to nest.” He trails off before he realises what he said. “I mean rest. To take a break.” Now he feels the warmth rise to his face, one hand hiding his face. She's giggling as he looks at her through his fingers.

“Woa, getting way ahead there. You don't even have a partner yet.” Is he imagining it, or did that sound wistful?

“But yeah, it's nice here, and it would be a good place to build something, I mean, it looks old but sturdy.” She's pointing to a platform a little below them. It would be an awesome place for a treehouse. He agrees. “We could probably rig some of the pipes around here for some plumbing. It could be a workshop of sorts for when we need some space.” Seeing her light up thinking of all the projects they could do, it made his insides feel like an entire flock of sparrows wanted to fly out.

He'd always known how he felt about her. In this moment, it hits him with a startling amount of want. Powder, his best friend, his cleverest friend, his prettiest friend. Powder, who was becoming more lovely by the day, who was embracing her inner daredevil and mischievous nature, and it made him want all the more.

He wants to hold her hand when they're out, to bury his nose and beak in her neck, and he wants to put his hands in her hair and preen her feathers. He'd also very much like to kiss her.

Her head leans his chest, and his heartbeat picks up a little. Would everything change to have it spoken? Would this remain the same? How did he tell her? That he was head over heels for her.

This was fun and a good chance to set the scene for a bit more.

@2btheanswertothequestion hope you enjoy it, and part 2 is in the making.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #the owl and the crow #setting the scene #don't worry the kettle's boiling at this point #the prospect of change can be scary #even if it's something you want #emotions are weird

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thebunnednun · 5 days

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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm! Reader (Part 8)

Art by @xuchuan25

Summary:

You finally find the man that hid your 'half' brother so long ago. Only to find yourself in the unwanted advances of a Marine Captian. Making you beat his ass on base and by doing so, signing your death warrent, AGAIN! You already refused to become a warlord and sent your crew home so what was a wanted woman to do? Where were you to go? Mihawk can't just stand by and let his good friend take the fall, can he?

Notes:

TW: Ax Hang Morgan can't understand the word "No." So you stomp on his balls. We're a few chapters to the finish line!! Thank you to everyone for your support!! Also, I'ma lover of happy endings and cheesy crap so you better believe that this is chalk full.

________________Chapter 8: Perils of the Empress_________________

A bird circled overhead, its wings slicing through the clear blue sky before it swooped down to drop a letter into [Name]'s waiting hands. The paper was crisp, and the familiar, precise handwriting of Mihawk stood out sharply against the parchment. She eagerly tore open the envelope, her eyes scanning the contents.

"Captain, what does it say?" one of her crew members asked, curiosity piqued.

She began to read the letter in her mind, Mihawk's sarcastic tone almost palpable through the written words:

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"[Name],

The man you seek is Admiral Garp. He’s currently stationed in Shells Town. Be wary of the Marines; they're not as incompetent as some might think. Also, other pirates frequent the area, and not all are as charming as I am.

Regards, Mihawk

P.S. Do try not to get caught." ___________________________

A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she rolled her eyes. Folding the letter neatly, she tucked it into her coat pocket and turned to face her crew. "Set sail for Shells Town," she commanded, her voice steady and authoritative. "And remember, we need to lay low. I’ll go in alone to find Admiral Garp."

The crew responded with a chorus of affirmations, their loyalty evident in their eager expressions. As they worked to prepare the ship, [Name] donned her cloak, the hood casting a shadow over her face and masking her identity. She glanced back at her crew, giving them a reassuring nod before stepping off the ship and into the bustling town.

The streets of Shells Town were alive with activity, vendors calling out their wares, children playing in the streets, and Marines patrolling the area. She changed into regular clothing, opting for a simple dress that allowed her to blend in. Her mask remained, a constant reminder of her need for discretion.

Posing as a Marine's wife, she approached the entrance to the Marine base, her heart pounding in her chest. "Excuse me," she said, her voice demure, "I’m here to see my husband. He works here, but I seem to have forgotten where his office is."

The guards exchanged glances, suspicion evident in their eyes. One of them, a burly man with a stern expression, stepped forward and scrutinized her closely. "What's your husband's name? And why haven't we seen you around before?"

Thinking quickly, [Name] lowered her mask just enough to reveal a charming smile. "Oh, you know how it is with us Marine wives, always traveling and rarely staying put in one place," she said with a light, melodic laugh. "But I assure you, I’m very real. Perhaps I could bring you all some fresh baked cookies later for doing such a good job?"

The guards' suspicion wavered at her offer, the tension easing from their shoulders. They exchanged a few uncertain glances before finally nodding.

"Alright, ma'am, you can go in," one of them said, stepping aside. "But don't cause any trouble."

"Of course not," she replied sweetly, pulling her mask back up and stepping into the base. The interior was a maze of corridors, each one looking much like the last. Her eyes scanned each door for a sign of Admiral Garp's office, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she moved deeper into the building.

Just as she thought she had found the right door, a tall, imposing figure cast a shadow over her. It was Ax-Hand Morgan, his piercing eyes locking onto her with suspicion.

"Who are you?" he demanded, stepping closer, his metallic ax-hand gleaming ominously in the dim light.

Thinking quickly, [Name] ducked behind the door, trying to find an escape route. But Morgan followed, closing the door behind him with a loud thud that echoed through the corridor. Trapped, she felt her heart race as she weighed her options.

"What are you doing here?" Morgan's voice was cold and menacing, his eyes narrowing as he took another step closer. Desperation surged within her, and she knew she had to act fast. She adjusted her stance, ready to defend herself if necessary, her mind racing to find a way out of this precarious situation.

[Name] sighed, pulling back the hood of her cloak to reveal her face. Her eyes met Morgan's, a calm determination in her gaze. "I have business with Admiral Garp," she stated evenly, "and I got lost looking for him." Morgan's eyes narrowed further, disbelief etched on his face. "Do you expect me to believe that?" he growled, moving to reach for a Den Den Mushi to call for more guards.

Before Morgan could call for reinforcements, the Den Den Mushi on his desk crackled to life. A panicked voice came through, "We found a pirate ship and its crew nearby! They match the descriptions of the wanted posters!" Morgan's attention shifted momentarily to the communication, giving [Name] the opportunity she needed. She quickly grabbed her own Den Den Mushi from her cloak and contacted her crew.

"Captain, what's happening?" her first mate's voice came through, filled with worry. "You need to leave, now," [Name] said firmly, her voice steady. "They've found you and the ship. Get out of there immediately."

"But Captain—"

"No," she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You all have families. It was a mistake to come here. I love you all, and it's been an honor to sail with you. But now, you must go."

There was a pause on the other end, and then her first mate's voice, heavy with emotion, replied, "Should we call Buggy?"

"No," [Name] said quickly, glancing at Morgan who was still distracted. "Don't worry about me. We'll meet up in a few weeks. Just get to safety." Another pause, then a chorus of voices came through, all thanking her for being their captain and promising to follow her final order.

"Thank you," she whispered, her heart aching as she ended the call.

Morgan's focus returned to her, suspicion and anger clear in his expression. "What did you do?" he demanded.

"I made sure my crew is safe," she replied calmly, her eyes unwavering. "Now, can we get back to why I'm here? I need to see Admiral Garp."

Morgan's frustration was palpable, but he knew better than to underestimate the determined young woman standing before him.

Morgan's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized [Name]. A flash of recognition crossed his face as he locked onto her eyes. He reached for the old wanted poster from his desk, holding it up beside her face. "These eyes... You're the one from the poster, aren't you?"

[Name] glanced at the poster, then met Morgan's gaze without flinching. "I did take his body back," she admitted, her voice steady. "But I don't consider it stealing. I just wanted to give him a proper burial."

Morgan's lips curled into a sneer. "And you think you can just waltz in here and meet with Admiral Garp privately? Why would he want to see a pirate like you?" She set her jaw, refusing to divulge her reasons. "That's between me and the Admiral. Now, if you'll excuse me..." She turned to leave, reaching for the door, but Morgan moved swiftly, blocking her path.

"Not so fast," he growled, yanking her mask off. She slapped his hand away and jumped back, anger flashing in her eyes. Morgan's gaze roved over her face, a twisted admiration in his eyes. Ignoring his leering, [Name] slowly began to remove her cloak, her movements deliberate. "You really want to know why I need to see Garp?" she asked, her tone seductive as she played to his arrogance.

Her cloak fell away, revealing her outfit. A fitted, cropped jacket hugged her torso, with intricate embroidery running along the seams. Underneath, a sleeveless top exposed her midriff, paired with high-waisted pants that flared slightly at the bottom. Her belt, laden with various pouches and tools, held two machetes, their handles jutting out at her hips, ready for action.

Morgan's eyes widened as he took in her appearance. "Impressive," he murmured, stepping closer, his arrogance growing. "But I still don't believe you."

"You should," she replied, a dangerous edge to her voice. "I'm not here to play games." Morgan's sneer deepened. "Then why are you here?"

"That's for me to know," she said, her tone losing its seductive edge and turning serious. "And Garp is the only one who I will speak with."

"Why should I believe you?" he demanded, blocking her escape. "Believe what you want," she snapped, stepping forward defiantly. "But get out of my way." Morgan reached for her, but she was faster, her hand flying to the hilt of her machete. "Don't make me use this," she warned, her eyes flashing. He paused, clearly reconsidering his approach. "You're not leaving this room until I get some answers."

"Fine," she said, tightening her grip on the machete. "You want answers? Here's one. I'm not afraid of you, or anyone else in this building. And if you don't let me pass, you'll find out exactly why I'm wanted." Morgan's gaze flickered with uncertainty, but he held his ground. "You're not in control here." She smirked, her confidence unwavering. "That's where you're wrong. I'm always in control." With a swift motion, she drew her machete, the blade glinting in the light.

The tension in the room was palpable, both of them locked in a silent standoff.

Morgan blocked the door again, his demeanor turning darker. "A beautiful woman like you isn’t fit for a life at sea, although you do make it look good," he said, his eyes trailing up and down her form.

[Name] felt a wave of disgust but remained in control. She knew she had only a few minutes before Garp would round this hallway. She needed to act fast. "Oh, please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Is that supposed to flatter me? Because it sounds more like a desperate plea."

Morgan’s expression tightened. "I have a better solution," he said, stepping closer. "If you agree to go out with me, I could take your posters down in town. Or better yet, if you agree to become mine, I'll declare you dead."

She laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Wow, Morgan. You really know how to make a girl swoon," she said sarcastically. "But I don’t care about your offers. I’m leaving with or without your permission."

Morgan’s eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam in them. "You’re really something," he said, advancing on her. "It’s a wonder how you’ve evaded the Marines for so long."

She met his gaze with cold disdain. "Maybe it’s because the Marines aren’t as smart as they think they are."

Morgan’s face contorted in anger, but then he chuckled. "I like a little spitfire in my life," he said, reaching out to touch her cheek. [Name] slapped his hand away and stepped back. "Don’t touch me unless you want to get burned."

His fury exploded, and he lunged at her. [Name] moved swiftly, her training kicking in. She punched him in the face, feeling the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking under her knuckles. She followed up with another punch, then kicked him hard, sending him sprawling.

Outside the door, the commotion attracted the attention of other Marines. They approached cautiously, only for the door to explode open with Morgan flying through it. He crashed against the opposite wall, sliding down in a heap. They ran towards their boss, confused, and peered at the now-broken door.

[Name] stepped into the doorway, holding Morgan’s prosthetic arm. She looked at the Marines, their faces a mix of shock and confusion, and smiled. "Anyone else want to play hero?" she taunted. The young Marines shook their heads, some backing away, their fear palpable.

She took a step forward, her eyes scanning the crowd. "Okay, now that that's over, would someone mind getting me to the yard, please?" she said, her tone cheerful and polite.

With cautious glances at each other, the Marines parted, giving her a clear path. She hoisted Morgan up and dragged him out to the yard. The sun was high in the sky, casting harsh shadows on the ground. The Marines followed at a distance, whispering among themselves. [Name] tied Morgan up, securing him tightly with rope, and spanked him with his own prosthetic arm in front of his soldiers. Once she felt satisfied, she threw the ax down at his feet. Blood oozed from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him.

"This is what happens when you allow yourself to become corrupt," she announced loudly, ensuring everyone could hear. Her voice was clear and authoritative, carrying the weight of her conviction. "Remember, the Marines are supposed to protect, not prey on the innocent."

She stood over him, her eyes blazing with anger and determination. "I’m looking for Admiral Garp. Point me in his direction, and I’ll be on my way."

The yard fell silent, the tension thick in the air. The Marines looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Then, a voice broke through the silence.

"Right here, lassie," said Admiral Garp, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and authority.

[Name] turned to see the younger cadets had parted to reveal Garp standing with Bogard by his side in the crowd. Garp’s eyes twinkled with a hint of a smile. "Morgan, how’s it hanging up there?" he asked with a grin.

Garp walked over to [Name], offering her his elbow. "Let’s take a walk," he said, his tone kind but firm. She accepted his arm, and they began to walk away from the yard.

As they walked, Garp glanced at her. "You’ve certainly made an impression," he said with a chuckle.

[Name] nodded, her mind still buzzing from the encounter. "I didn’t have much choice," she replied. "But I need your help, Admiral."

Garp’s expression turned serious. "I figured as much. Let’s find a place to talk."

[Name] nodded, her mind still buzzing from the encounter. "I didn’t have much choice," she replied. "But I need your help, Admiral."

Garp’s expression turned serious. "I figured as much. Let’s find a place to talk."

A voice called out from the crowd, "Right here, lassie," before turning to see Garp and Bogard. He looked at Morgan, who was barely conscious. "How's he doing up there?" Garp asked with a bark of laughter.

Garp approached her, offering his elbow. "Shall we?"

[Name] nodded, taking his elbow as he led her away from the yard. "Bogard, take care of the situation," Garp ordered over his shoulder.

As they walked, [Name] looked up at Garp. "So, Admiral, how’s your morning been?"

Garp chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Exactly as described," he said.

[Name] furrowed her brow, confused. "Described? By whom?"

Garp led her to a heavy wooden door, still chuckling. "A little birdie spoke fondly of you," he said, opening the door.

Realization dawned on [Name], and she rolled her eyes. "Mihawk! More like a big, nosy bird," she muttered.

Garp’s laughter grew louder as he ushered her into a dimly lit office. "He’s got a sharp eye, that one."

Inside, the office was filled with shelves of books and nautical charts, with a large desk dominating the center. Garp gestured to the chair behind the desk. "Please, take a seat."

[Name] shook her head, starting to refuse politely. "I just retired my crew, Admiral. It doesn’t feel right."

Garp’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Retired your crew? What do you mean?"

She sighed, leaning against the desk instead. "I didn’t want Morgan to persecute them. I’m not a liar, so I ‘temporarily’ laid them off before engaging in combat."

Garp’s expression softened, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "I see. I apologize for Morgan’s behavior. I’ll see to it that he’s severely punished. But it looks like you did a good job handling him yourself."

[Name] chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Thank you, Admiral. But I have to ask—why haven’t you arrested me? Why did you want to meet with me?"

Garp insisted again, his tone gentle but firm. "Please, take the seat behind the desk."

Reluctantly, she complied, settling into the chair. Garp sat opposite her, his expression turning serious. "I had a relationship with Gold Roger and Rouge. They were good people, despite everything." As you begin to tell him the story of your upbringing Garp listens with interest. He leaned back, his gaze distant before pausing, studying her closely. "I remember you from the day of the execution."

"I was hoping it was you."

[Name] nodded slowly. "Yes. And I think you might be the only Marine I can trust."

Garp smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Thank you, that means a lot." His eyes offer you a warmth that rises in your chest and settles pleasantly in your heart.

"I took Ace away to be raised by some trusted friends. He should be almost twenty now."

[Name] leaned forward, her eyes intense. "I need to find him, Admiral. I made a promise to Roger and Rouge, and I won't break it."

Garp nodded, his eyes softening. "I understand." He shifted upright in his seat before continuing. "Ace is currently in Alabasta. I’ll give you my blessing to find him, but remember to continue pursuing the rest of your dreams."

Garp’s expression turned somber. "There’s one more thing. Due to what happened today, I can’t keep everything under wraps. Taking Roger’s body and assaulting a Marine captain will only increase your bounty."

[Name] laughed, a fearless glint in her eyes. "I don’t fear the World Government, Garp."

He shook his head, a mixture of admiration and concern in his eyes. "You’re something else. Come here."

He opened his arms, and [Name] stood from the chair to run around the desk before she stepped into his embrace. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, and she felt a warmth spread through her as he hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for being a bright light in this world," Garp said softly. It felt like hugging the worlds buffest grandpa and she almost giggled out loud.

She smiled and pulled back. "Thank you, Admiral."

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the hallway. The Marine guards were coming to arrest her. She straightened, giving Garp a nod before walking out of the office.

As she passed through the yard, she saw Morgan still tied up, glaring at her with a mix of rage and humiliation. [Name] couldn’t help but smile, a sense of satisfaction warming her from the inside. She walked past him waving and smiling before finding her way out of the base, her steps light and purposeful.

Once outside, she realized she had no boat to get to Alabasta. She looked around the bustling port town, pondering if she could find passage with a fisherman. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice someone approaching until they were right beside her.

[Name] stepped out of the Marine base, her mind racing with thoughts of what had just transpired. As she pondered her next move, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Looking for a ride, Empress?"

S[Name] stepped out of the Marine base, her thoughts a whirlwind of the morning's events. As she pondered her next move, a familiar, low voice called out to her, cutting through her reverie.

"Looking for a ride, Captain?"

She turned to see Mihawk leaning casually against a wall, his piercing golden eyes watching her intently. His usual stoic demeanor was softened by a hint of a smile that made her heart skip a beat. He pushed off the wall and walked toward her, his gaze never leaving her face.

"Care to join me for some coffee and pie?" he asked, knowing she didn’t drink alcohol.

A mix of relief and curiosity washed over her as she nodded. "Sure, why not?"

They walked to a small café nearby, the atmosphere bustling with people going about their day. Mihawk ordered coffee and pie for both of them, his presence commanding yet surprisingly comforting. Once they were seated, [Name] began recounting the events of the morning, her voice a blend of frustration and amusement.

"And then I just walked out of there," she concluded, taking a sip of her coffee. The rich aroma and warmth provided a brief respite from the chaos of her thoughts.

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Oh no, really?" he teased, his tone dripping with mock concern.

She kicked him under the table, a playful glint in her eyes. He sent her a soft, amused smirk in return, the brief contact sending a jolt of warmth through her.

"You need to be more careful," he gently chided, his voice low and earnest.

"I know," she admitted, a bit of frustration seeping into her voice. "But I’ve been through worse."

"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone sincere, his golden eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.

She sighed, feeling the weight of her recent decisions pressing down on her. "I’m tired, Mihawk. Tired of the way the world is, how disgusting and cruel everything is. The world is going to shit."

Mihawk took a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving her face. "Are you going to keep your crew temporarily laid off?"

She nodded, the burden of leadership heavy on her shoulders. "I love adventuring, but I don’t want them to get hurt in this mess. But I also don’t want to go alone."

He leaned back in his chair, studying her intently. "What’s the point of finding Ace?"

"I want to make sure there’s good in him and take him with me on adventures," she replied, her eyes shining with determination. "Buggy and Shanks will always be my brothers, and Ace will either be my son or my brother."

Mihawk's expression softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. "Do you still want a family one day?"

She smiled wistfully, her heart aching with the weight of her dreams. "Buggy and Shanks will always be my brothers, and Ace... he’ll be part of my family. But as for a traditional family, I don’t know. The world is too chaotic right now."

He looked at her thoughtfully, his gaze intense. "And where do I fit in all this?"

She met his gaze, her eyes warm and sincere. "You’re my best friend."

There was a pause, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions. Mihawk considered her words carefully. "Where are you going to live?"

She shrugged, feeling the uncertainty of her future pressing in. "I’ll convert my ship or stash it somewhere. I can’t leave it on my home island and sail the Grand Line in a little boat back here."

Mihawk placed his hand over hers, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. He took his hat off so she would look into his eyes. "Would you stay with me until you decide what you want to do?"

She began to politely decline, her voice soft. "I couldn’t impose—"

Mihawk interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. "You could never impose on my life."

She leaned back, her hand still in his, and gave him a slight smile, her heart racing. "What does the young warlord want in exchange?"

Mihawk’s gaze softened as he looked her over, his mind filled with unspoken thoughts. "Whatever the young empress wants."

She thought for a moment, weighing her options, her heart pounding in her chest. "How about I run your household when you’re away?"

Mihawk nodded in agreement, a rare smile gracing his lips. "Deal." They shook their joined hands together to seal the agreement. Mihawk was silent for a moment, studying her soft, smaller hand in his rough and larger palm. His eyes met hers with an expression she hadn't learned to read yet.

"Something wrong?" she asked, her voice softer now, more intimate.

Mihawk used his foot to pull her chair closer to his, the distance between them shrinking, the air thick with unspoken tension. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it gently. "I wanted to do that properly," he said, his voice low and sincere.

[Name]'s cheeks and ears flushed all the way to her nose, the warmth spreading across her face as she tried to keep her cool. "Cheeky ass Robin," she muttered, but the teasing edge in her voice was softened by the tenderness of the moment.

She reached out with her free hand and pinched his whiskered cheek, her touch light but playful, trying to mask the fluttering in her chest. Despite her efforts to maintain composure, she didn’t pull her hand away, keeping their hands joined together. His neck was turning a soft pink color that reached just under his defined jaw line.

Mihawk's sly smirk grew, his eyes never leaving hers. "Is that all you’ve got?" he teased, his tone light but with an undercurrent of something deeper.

"You wanna find out?~" she shot back, her voice steadier now, though the blush remained on her cheeks. Her fingers intertwined with his, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between them.

The café around them seemed to fade away, the bustling noise of the world outside reduced to a distant hum. It was as if they were in their own bubble, the rest of the world forgotten. Mihawk’s thumb brushed gently over the back of her hand, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Why do you trust me?" she asked suddenly, the question hanging in the air between them.

Mihawk’s expression softened further, a rare vulnerability showing in his eyes. "Because I see in you what I’ve longed to see in others: strength, integrity, and a heart that refuses to be hardened by this world."

She looked down for a moment, processing his words, before meeting his gaze again. "I’ve seen the worst of what this world can offer," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I’ve also seen the best, and I want to believe that there’s more good out there."

"There might be," Mihawk said firmly, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. "You’re proof of that."

For a moment, they simply sat there, holding each other's gaze, the intensity of the connection between them almost overwhelming. Then Mihawk’s lips curved into a softer, more genuine smile. "Stay with me," he repeated, his voice gentle yet insistent.

She took a deep breath, the weight of her decisions pressing down on her, but in that moment, the certainty in Mihawk’s eyes gave her strength. "Alright," she agreed softly. "But only if you promise not to make that stuffed bird face too much."

"Only if you continue to be yourself in my presence," Mihawk replied, his tone is serious yet filled with a warmth that made her heart skip a beat.

She smiled, a mix of relief and anticipation flooding through her. "Deal," she said, echoing their earlier words.

They sat there for a few more moments, their hands still joined, before Mihawk finally called over the waiter to pay the tab. "Where are we going?" she asked as they stood up.

"To find your little one," Mihawk replied, for once his eyes were gentle with determination.

As they made their way to the docks to catch up with her crew, she reached up and stole his hat, placing it on her head with a mischievous grin. Mihawk chuckled, shaking his head as they walked side by side, ready to face whatever lay ahead together.

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Meeting Ace for the first time was a mix of emotions for [Name]. She was both nervous and excited as she stood before the young man who bore such a striking resemblance to his mother, Rouge. When she told Ace about his birth parents, her voice was gentle and filled with compassion. She explained how he looked like his mother sometimes, especially in his eyes and his smile.

Ace listened intently, his expression a blend of curiosity and skepticism. The revelation about his father, Gol D. Roger, was met with visible resentment. Ace struggled with the knowledge that his father was the Pirate King, a man he felt he could never live up to. He had spent much of his life trying to carve out his own identity, separate from the legacy of a father he barely knew but felt a heavy burden from.

In an attempt to cope, Ace introduced [Name] to his brothers, Sabo and Luffy. Sabo, with his calm demeanor and steadfast loyalty, and Luffy, with his boundless energy and unwavering optimism, both welcomed [Name] with open arms. The bond between the ASL brothers was clear, and [Name] felt an instant connection with them, her nurturing nature coming to the forefront.

When the rest of the Straw Hat crew met [Name], there was a mix of surprise and admiration. Zoro, in particular, recognized Mihawk immediately. He mentioned how [Name] had left once she heard about the world government's plan to execute Ace. She had been willing to exchange herself for him, a selfless act that earned the respect of everyone present.

The plan to fake Ace's and Whitebeard's deaths was a carefully orchestrated operation involving Shanks and Buggy. [Name] explained how they had managed to pull it off, with Shanks and Buggy playing crucial roles in the deception. The world believed that Ace and Whitebeard had perished, allowing them to live under the radar. This revelation explained Ace's presence in the bar later, alive and well.

[Name] and Ace hung out often, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. She enjoyed big-sistering and mothering the ASL brothers, finding joy in their antics and their unwavering loyalty to one another. When Shanks adopted Uta, [Name] was overjoyed. She treated Uta with the same love and care she showed the ASL brothers. Despite not telling Buggy initially, he didn't mind and came to love their daughter deeply.

The happiness [Name] felt in these moments was a testament to the family she had built around her, a patchwork of pirates, outcasts, and misfits who had come together to support one another. It was a reminder that even in a world as chaotic and cruel as theirs, there was still room for love.

The next two years with Mihawk were filled with unexpected warmth and joy. [Name] and Mihawk quickly fell into a rhythm that made it hard to remember how they had ever lived without each other. Their days were a blend of training, adventure, and quiet moments that became the foundation of their bond.

The arrival of Perona brought a new dynamic to their lives. Following the death of her father, Perona was lost and grieving. [Name] took it upon herself to comfort the young girl, offering her a place to stay and a shoulder to cry on. Perona, initially wary and prickly, gradually softened under [Name]’s gentle care. She grew to love the time she spent with [Name] and Mihawk, finding a new family in the unlikely pair.

The two years with [Name] were a period of transformation for Mihawk. She taught him to embrace the warmth of companionship, to find joy in the little things, and to open his heart to the possibility of love. As they navigated the challenges and triumphs together, Mihawk realized that his life was infinitely better with [Name] in it. And with each passing day, the desire to make her his forever grew stronger, filling his heart with a hope and happiness he had never known before.

Mihawk, who had always valued his personal space, found it increasingly invaded. Yet, to his surprise, he didn't mind when it was [Name] doing the invading. She brought a brightness to his otherwise bleak and solitary life, a light that he found himself craving more and more. Her laughter echoed through the halls of his castle, her presence a constant source of comfort and joy.

It wasn't just her physical beauty that captivated Mihawk, though he did find her lovely in every sense of the word. It was the beauty of her soul, her kindness, her strength, and her unwavering spirit that truly enchanted him. She had a way of seeing the good in everything and everyone, a quality that made Mihawk's world seem a little less dark.

Many nights, Mihawk would lie awake, his thoughts consumed by [Name]. He wondered what it would be like to ask her to stay forever, to make their arrangement permanent. The idea of a life without her now seemed unbearable. She had become an integral part of his existence, and the thought of losing her was something he couldn't entertain.

Mihawk often found himself falling asleep to the sound of her breathing beside him, dreaming of a future where they could be together always. He imagined the conversations they would have, the adventures they would share, and the love that would continue to grow between them. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that [Name] was not just a passing presence in his life, but a permanent one.

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CHapter 6

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"First time for everything huh?"

Paired: dabi x chubby fem! Reader smut

*I know this was few days ago. I've been soo busy* but thanks you @queenkhepri for the request !! It's gonna be very sweet and soft love-making hope you don't mind😋💦

Hope y'all enjoy!! WARINGS: soft smut 18+ minors n ageless blogs DNI.

Warnings: lot of petnames + bodyworship + little fatphobic but murder involve >:D + both losing v-cards + soft love-making and bit rough at the end.

You made a loud yelp being pushed up aganist the hard wall."please don't hurt me.."

You look up to see two big male criminals looking at you with disgust and maliciously.

You couldn't do anything about it, you're a quirkless individual and you happen to be at the wrong place wrong time.

"Shut up worthless fat cow.. We're want something from ya." You cry out as his sidekick pull your hair hard, tears coming down your face. You were about to ask them a question until you heard a deep raspy chuckle close by.

"Well well that's no way to treat a lady." You turn to your side to a man that's look to be criminal as well, you close your eyes hoping he's good man.

"Oi piss off, we're in the middl-.." In a flash he's pull you out of their way to the side and onto the dirty ground. You whimper out as you cover your whole body in fear.

You heard some yells and painful screams then silence.. You slowly open your eyes to see some blue flames and bodies being burned to a crisp.

You watched the man use his quirk to save you.

"Thank you for saving me..." You slowly get up and brush the dirt off of you, he turn towards you with a warm smile.

"No problem doll." You look down to blush deep red, he's quite handsome not gonna lie.

You tuck your hair behind your ear and smile.

"what's your name?" He come towards you and lean in.

"The name is dabi sweetheart."

And that how's it all start at first you had no clue why he always so nice and sweet toward you. You thought that was it from dabi saving you from those people but he always make sure you were safe, always walk close by whenever you go out shopping or to the store for groceries.

And that's when he pull you close and ask you to be his girlfriend.

You were shock at first but you said yes to him.

The first date where you and dabi went to a nice bar, he's talks about his job while meeting his boss and the gang.. Yeah no you didn't realized they're were a group of villains but dabi trust you enough not to tell plus they're were pretty nice people.

After that's chaotic dated, you invite your lovely boyfriend at your house for more drinks.

He's ask for a nice cold beer and you walk into the kitchen, dabi has been in your house few times but now that you two are dating he's had the energy of own the place.

You grab a beer, get some red wine as you walk back to where dabi at.

You see him relaxed on your soft queen-size bed as you give his drink as you sat next to him as you sip your wine.

You sigh softly enjoy the calm atmosphere.

You turn towards him, give him a silly smile.

"What's with the face doll?" His eyebrow rise as he chuckle.

"Ooohh nothing honey.. I got an idea." You hiccup as the alcohol is kicking in.

His sapphire eye looks at yours as he wait for your answer.

"I was thinking *hiccup* if you could play with my nipples." You look away and begin to giggle for few mintues knowing it's was a drunk joke.

There was a long pause as you finally look at him, the atmosphere changed it's heavy, heated.

You can tell he's wants you and the way his eyes guide your body all over making you feel the heat.

"... Yes I want to.. If you let's me dollface." You can tell he wants.. No need this. Your soft hands lock hold of his as you lean in.

"Please do.. Make love to me." His hands pull yours to his lips as he's begin to kiss it.

It's was soft and tender with each kiss getting softer each time.

He remove his hands to dance on your cover body as he lay on top of you.

He grabs the end of your shirt and asked. "may I?" You turn to the side with blush.

"Yes please dabi."

You grab his wrist nerously as you look up at him.

"I-I never done this with anyone to be honest." You turn your head away to feel embarrassed.

There was other pause but you felt his hand move your head back to look at him.

"First time for everything huh?" You can feel your cheeks turn red but did a small nod.

His smirk grow big then lean in and whisper.

"Me too, I'll try my best to make you feel good." He's nip your ear.

"Let's me know if I'm doing right princess."

You couldn't trust your voice so you nod your head again, dabi take your shirt pulls it up and off your body.

You close your eyes realized you didn't wear a bra, you hear a deep groan and the feel of his fingertips touch your soft skin.

"You're beautiful... Too fuckin' sexy." He lean in to kiss your round belly then slowly up to your chest, you let's out a moan of his name as he begin to lick and toy with your nipples.

Your fingers grab hold of his charcoal black locks, pulling it gentle.

"It's feels good d-dabi.." You whimper out as your hips begin to roll up as you now realize you can feel his cover hard-on.

You cry out as his mouth pull your nipple a bit hard but sucking more, you look down to see his bright blue eyes turn dark and more lustfilled.

He pulls back to remove more of your clothing, you grab his shirt too as the clothes throw to the side.

Now you and him are in your underwears as you look up with small smile.

"Can I remove yours and you can remove mine?" He nod his head let's you go first.

You grab the black boxer to pull down, his cock flop out as you begin to drool.. He's so pretty... And big too you were getting a bit nerous but he's grab your chin and kiss you passionately.

"It's okay baby, I'll get you nice and wet.." He groan out." So don't worry it's will fit."

You weren't able to reaction in time as he quickly pull your panties out and threw it in random part of the room.

He's grab your thick thighs up as he dive into your most sensitive area, your eyes roll back cry out.

His pierced tongue roll your clit so heavenly you never felt like this, for an inexperience oral you can said he's a pro!!

He's a natural at this, you rised your back up and let out moans for your lover. His large hands caress your body and every bit of it.

You can hear his heavy groans and loud slurping echo in your small room.

The vibrations on your clit makes you hit your high very quick, you cry out his name as your hips roll his face.

His eyes look up with a drunk expression."mhmm fuck that's was hot." His fingers pull your lips gently apart as he get to look at it.

"I can eat you out all day dollface.. Let's try fingers next.. I gotta stretch you out so you can take this cock." You look down at his red-tip cock twitching with excitement and pre-cum leak out.

You gasp out as you felt his finger go inside your entrance."Fuck.. You're tight." He groan out, his single finger move in and out at slow pace.

You roll your hips back at the same pace but you want more."Can you add more fingers.. Please dabi." He chuckle softly as second finger slide in your tight wall.

Your moans were turning him on more, the sweet mewls and whines make him go fast but not to fast to hurt you.

Few mintues goes by as he remove the soaked fingers as he's move it to your lips.

"Suck." You obey as you begin lick his fingers tasting your sweet juicy while you were sucking it, his other hand grab his base just to tap your entrance.

You gasp loudly by how's heavy it is, you can tell he's has few piercings."are you ready doll?" He's remove his fingers to let you speak.

"I-..." You look into his eyes then down at his dick for a bit. "I'm ready but be gentle okay?" His hands intertwine with yours as he give a sweet smile.

"Yeah don't worry babydoll." At first he try to roll his lean hips to yours but his dick slip and slide. It's very clumsy at first until his tip penetrates your hole. Your eyes close tight never felt anything like this.

Make a high-pitch squeak as you hold his hands more, he stop to put his thumb on your cheeks.

"It's okay... Just relax for me princess, it's will feel good." He groan out long and low.

You nod your head, your velvet walls letting him inside more, you feel his hips roll back and foward with each slow gentle thrusts.

You open your eyes to look at his warm expression then slowly move down to his muscular abdomen flexing each time he's roll forward.

Your thighs wrap around his waist pulling him close to you.

"You can move more baby.. Ahh it's feels.. Fuck! It's feels amazing." Your eyes roll back.

Dabi thrust a bit faster but not hard, his head rolls back to let's out a animalistic growls. His mismatch hands grab your supple soft thighs tight leaving his mark.

His balls slap aganist your ass loud, his thrust hitting all the right places. You can feel his piercings slide in and out of your little hole fast.

Then you felt hot and heavy liquid fill your inside, your eyes wided in shocked.

Did he just... He calls out your name as he reach his high, his body goes stiff feeling more of his load pumps inside your virgin wall.

He look up at you with a smirk, you were confused until he pull out and manhandle you to lay on your stomach, he give a good slammed in your cum fill hole.

You cry out as his hips move inhuman speed making you drool out and tears leak out.

His fingers lock together with yours as you begin to reach your second orgasm.

The cry of his name as he nips your neck giving some love bite in their awake.

Dabi grab your hair to give rough tugs but not too painful.

"Love ya' like this, too sexy.." He's groan out as he's reached his end too.

He roll off of you pants heavy, you look at him with sleepy expression. After few mintues of silence until dabi speak up.

"Shit... I forgot to put a condom on."

#anime #bnha #mha #fanfic #minors dni #dabi #smut #x reader #dabi x female reader #chubby reader #quirkless reader #first time #lose v-cards #virgin dabi x reader

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nezumeanie · 1 year

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𐐪𐑂 B a d H a b i t s 𐐪𐑂

no warnings | gn reader | fluff | uh...not proofread __φ(。。)

Shu Itsuki has a few bad habits, including the fact that he doesn’t realize how heart fluttering they can be

❝ Shu hasn’t quite realized it but he’s become attached to you in a strange way. Inadvertently, he’s made you a part of his daily routine, his dreams and ambitions…❞

…and his afternoon cafe runs.

ఌ Though his concentrated face while mulling over his stage designs are heart fluttering, the issue lies (as he would say) with y o u. ‘Ah, is there a hole in your chin? How did you get icing there? You’re this old already how haven’t you learned how to eat properly yet?’ Shu always presses your cheeks between his elegant fingers, takes his napkin, and wipes off the remains of your cinnamon bun while scolding you. His hands feel a little cold but soft and after knowing him for so long you can only hear the warmth in his voice. You can’t help but think it’s a little unfair—he’s already talking to you about something different while your heart is still pounding in your chest.

ఌ His bad habits also follow the both of you out in public. It looks like there’s a brand new craft store across the street from the cafe, though it’s wares look a little cheap it’s still worth a trip inside! You always have to walk a little faster to keep pace with Shu when he spots something interesting, smiling slightly while listening to him talk about how long lasting cashmere can be if you treat your clothing with care. When you can’t fast enough Shu finds himself sighing and grabbing your wrist to make sure you don’t fall behind. ‘It’s important for you to know these things! And you’re walking to slowly! How can you do your job properly if you can’t manage to make it from one end to the other without assistance?’ Because he’s still walking ahead of you, you can safely give him a lovelorn look, why does he hold your wrist but not your hand?

ఌ Possibly his worst habit rears it’s head in the small craft store aisles……besides openly criticizing the fabric and jewelry making supplies for being stiff and unmanageable. There’s many other customers looking for ways to begin their seamster journeys. Too many. Whether Shu is a repellent or you are a magnet—people just won’t stop bumping into you. The thread aisle, the button aisle, the velcro aisle…Shu begins to huff like it was your fault. Placing an arm around your side he pulls you out of the way of another shopper, bumping your shoulders together. ‘Won’t you pay a little more attention?’ As if you could in a situation like this. His soap has just the faintest scent of linen & peonies, even though he smells like laundry in an open field something about it reminds you of star gazing. The only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of his hand around your upper arm keeping you out of “harms way”. It might be a blessing that he has a bad habit of not noticing when he manages to make you feel so flustered. ‘Stand right next to me. Ah, I can’t take you anywhere.’ …..He really has a bad habit of saying that, too.

#not it being 3am TT_TT hello〜#sorry i didn’t realize ppl were following this blog…#but i got struck by lighting #no w inspo struck w inspo #aha #but ig i got over my weirdness abt writing abt itsuki but there’s just a specific kind of relationship u can have a him #bc he’s so……Like That hahaha or what i mean is #his casual intimacy is always in a corrective way but never in an affectionate way because he has a hard time with affection #which may b confusing but praise & affection are separate things so he may like it when ppl talk abt how intelligent and creative he is but #admiring someone looking up to someone is much much different than liking and loving those are scary concepts #so it takes a lot of years of this sort of ‘im dating him & he doesn’t know’ until he could even entertain the idea of liking u TT_TT like #maybe if u had been born a porcelain doll things could be different hahahah im kidding! it’s been so long now that he calls u and tells u #his unfinished works and that’s a big deal you know #uh…wait how do i tag again?#things written #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #enstars fluff #valkyrie enstars #shu itsuki x reader #shu x reader #shu itsuki #enstars x reader #valkyrie ensemble stars #enstars headcanons

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I'm thinking of an AU where Talon!Dick is more than a little bit obsessed with Civillain!Tim, maybe Tim was part of his last good memory as Dick Grayson, maybe Tim recognizes him and wants to save him. Either way, Dick wants to make a baby bird with Timmy, but the talonization process left him sterile. So he grabs a Dick from another universe who hasn't been talonized and proceeds to force him to make babies with Tim in his place. Talon!Dick likes to watch "himself" impregnating Tim <3

!!!!!!!!!!!! talon dick slaughtering the court because during one of his assignments, he spots tim and something so...small and...innocent within him is moved. and talon has forgetten so much, his brain has been ripped open and stitched back together and he doesn't know anything about what he was before talon. except for tim.

and talon knows how the court will react, how they will order him to destroy this thing that could be a distraction from his service to them.

so he kills them and it plunges gotham into chaos. men, women, children with no association to each other are dropping like flies. talon chases every owl out of every corner because if even one is left alive then his treasure will never be safe.

tim is kind to talon even though he plucked him from his bed and carried him away. even though they live in abandoned homes and move often. talon goes out every night promising that he will get his treasure a soft bed and a warm home with a crackling fire so they can curl in front of it and his treasure can stroke his hair with his gentle hands.

talon has no skills, nothing that will allow him to earn the things the court had. talon has seen them, the gilded edges of wealth and luxury. he needs to get them for his treasure to be safe.

eventually, talon realizes he can use the skills the court had burned into him. people willing to give him things to make his treasure safer and care for him. his treasure says not to, that he can't do it because he doesn't have a cruel heart.

so talon lies and shields his treasure from it. his treasure thinks he's going to do flips and tricks. but every night that he leaves...he hunts.

his treasure holds him tightly when he returns. he helps him...unlearn what the court taught him and told him. he teaches talon how to be softer, how to be kinder and merciful. how to soothe away the nightmares that start rushing back.

and talon does change. he's kinder, softer, more merciful...to his treasure. his treasure is the one saved him, who made talon a person again. who gave talon a heart.

fear of talon grows, less people are willing to cross him, more people are willing to agree to his high demands of payment. one job takes him to the home of a politician. he sees the room with...small things.

little clothes, little toy animals, little bed far too small for a normal child or person.

talon lingers in the room, admiring the different wares and thinks of his little treasure who has grown lonelier each time he needs to leave.

talon knows he cannot father children. it was one of the court's preventative measures to make sure he never developed deep attachments. along with another measure to ensure he could not produces the hormones and chemicals necessary to get aroused. talon was denied even the most basic of pleasures.

but...his treasure helped. being away from the court and the poison they filled his body with helped. it took awhile for the two of them to figure out what to do, both so innocently ignorant or confused until his treasure thought to bring up videos on his computer to find out.

talon liked sex. he liked the sounds his treasure made, the way they clung to him and the way they sweetly kissed his face as he pressed his cock into the hottest, deepest parts of him that spread open just for him.

talon thought about it all the time when they were way, anticipated finishing his job quickly so he could return and press into his treasure's warm insides that hugged talon down to his soul.

the job with the room for little ones makes talon pause and...ache. talon likes that he and his treasure live somewhere warm now where the rain, snow, and wind can't reach them. that they eat nice, warm food every night that isn't sour or covered with the slime from the alley where they scavenged for it. that his treasure is happy and safe and not on the streets where talon needed to remove the heads of people who found them and wanted to take his treasure from him.

but talon...is away more often than he'd like. he tries to take jobs near gotham but the bat always interferes. so talon must always stray farther and farther away from his nest.

a baby. a little one. a small bird his treasure could grow in his tummy. and talon could come home to two little treasures.

but talon does not have the seed to grow a little bird. its one of the many things taken from him by the court...but...talon had employers in high places.

employers who owe him favors.

it takes awhile but talon has a viable solution. his body has been too damaged to ever be able to father a child. his blood is just too rotten.

but...his blood can be used to direct him through a great veil and bring a version of himself that is capable of giving his treasure the seed he needs for them to have a little bird of their own.

talon was planning on just poaching another gray son and then executing it once it had done its job but treasure begged him not to. that the gray son in any form was a form worth loving and protecting. that his treasure never wants to see any part of him ever erased.

hearing that there were other gray sons had filled talon with...envy. hate even. the idea that they possessed what he didn't. that they could have what he couldn't.

so perhaps talon is being a bit cruel when he selects gray sons that don't have a treasure. they live in worlds where their treasures were never born, where their treasures ended up with someone else (talon clenches his fists at the worlds where treasure belonged to the batman), where their treasures were indifferent to them.

its laughably easy and simple to poach many of the gray sons. drugging their food or even shooting them with darts and then catching them when they started...to...fall....

talon drags them to his home where they stumble and slur and try to throw weak punches. they no threat to talon or anyone. but talon always remains in the room with his treasure just in case. talon uses the green plant's invention to arouse the gray son. to ensure it understands its purpose before pushing it onto his little treasure who stares at him with big eyes.

his treasure hides his body, shielding it with red cheeks as they stare at talon for support.

at first talon had been had been hesitant but...the gray sons looked so much like him it made it easier to ignore it wasn't HIM touching his treasure.

his treasure is hesitant with the touches, unsure of what to do and continuing to glance back at talon until talon holds his hands and whispers soothing words as wet cock gets sloppily pumped into his treasure.

talon whispers and praises his treasure, straying his fingers down to where the gray son is furiously rutting inside and touching the sweet pink button of his treasure that he knows makes him so vocal and happy.

treasure is able to enjoy it more the next time. but he still reaches for talon, kissing him as his hole is filled with seed and cock from a different gray son.

talon is still hard to arouse even with chemicals gone from his system. he likes sex but can't engage in it often with his treasure.

the sight of his treasure getting pleasured and pleased by a gray son has talon growing hard and aroused. once the time is up and the gray son is sent away, talon will always mount his treasure and the two will couple until the sun begins to rise and peek light into the room.

his treasure swells up with their child. their little bird and the two of them fluttter around trying to prepare everything.

they have a little girl. a small, rosy skinned little things with the strongest set of lungs talon has ever seen in something so small. talon is so fearful that he's still not gentle of kind enough to handle the tender little thing.

treasure names their little bird mary. and talon feels something in his brain tingle with satisfaction and happiness. mary. mary. his little mary. what a darling addition to talon's treasure.

for their next little one talon decides to use different gray sons.

the bald man that had given talon the technology had urged him to never "hit the same spot twice".

talon had already thwarted one attempt to trace his universe when the pollen had worn off on a gray son who had apparently developed a resistance to the green plant's concoctions. he'd released seed into talon's treasure and then slowly seeped into realization. the clear look of horror and whispered call of 'timmy?' had been enough for talon to send that gray son back early.

talon is more careful with handling the gray sons, making sure that at the slightest sign of clarity to send it back.

the sight of the gray sons mounting his treasure do more to arouse talon than anything else so he begins recording the sessions and then using them for later just like how he and his treasure had used videos the first time to have sex.

talon and treasure have their second little bird. a boy as sweet as his treasure named john.

the name fills talon with such deep happiness. his heart flutters as he cradles his family close and kisses the heads of each of his treasures. his little birds nearly purr in contentment as their mama similarly kisses their little heads.

treasure presses warm lips to talon's cheek and talon feels shivers of pleasure race down his spine and settle warmly in his gut.

talon is so happy, emotion overflowing in the heart that his treasure gave him.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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yandere-fics · 10 months

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♡ How They Would Act As Your Sugar Mommy ♡

♡ The City Version ♡

♡ You were a servant looking to make a little extra money to move up in society a little bit. You weren't necessarily looking for a sugar mommy, though you knew that a few of the nobles often had a pretty partner that they paid to accompany them and occasionally they were romantically entangled with them. Having said that though, you were not expecting the crown princess to take an interest in you. ♡

♡ She spotted you running errands for other nobles in your downtime which was something she couldn't allow her favorite servant girl to do, so she approached you and offered you money to be with her. ♡

♡ Immediately you quit your job as a servant and she finds a noble couple to adopt you so you have a title and can accompany her, everywhere. She literally expects you to be next to her all the time, even in meetings that are highly classified, you basically know all the kingdoms affairs now lol, hope you weren't planning on this being a short thing. ♡

♡ She's very sweet about it, you give her a good morning kiss, she calls a merchant to come show you all their wares, while you sit on her lap and she plays with your hair, nice soft hair that she buys the best items possible for, meanwhile you're wearing an outfit that she paid the five best tailors in the kingdom to make. ♡

♡ She expects an affectionate darling however, normally she doesn't need too much affection but this encourages her to be bolder when it comes to that. Every bit of affection does get you a reward though on the bright side. ♡

You knew at some point you'd have to call off your relationship with Theanna, you literally could not marry her, even if she adopted you into a noble family, a future queen consort had to be chosen from someone who was diligently trained for such a role. You were not, so you steeled yourself when you walked into her office.

"Darling? Is something the matter, I thought you would be with the tailor by now." Theanna pats her lap and frowns, she always expects you to sit on her lap when you have conversations with her, maybe it's so you can't say something like you're about to say. She only frowns more when she sees you are not moving closer.

"Your highness, I have something to say." She scowls a bit standing up and dragging you to one of the couches in her office, pinning you down gently.

"Darling, you know I hate it when you refuse to use my name." Her tone is playful still but her grip on the back of the couch is tight, almost like she wants to hit something.

"I don't think we should continue this relationship anymore, no offense, however I am not the type of girl you could feasibly marry." She shakes her head in disbelief before kissing you fiercely.

"Run along now darling, I have no time for silly conversations. When I return to our chambers tonight I expect you to make this up to me. Now go join the tailor, I would love to see you in a pretty new dress for the ball in a few weeks." A small nod is all you can muster before you run out of there.

♡ She was a sweet sugar mommy, always so willing to buy you anything you even slightly pouted for. Very easy to manipulate compared to normal because this causes her to be even more delusional, if that's even possible. ♡

♡ She can't deny you anything, you're just so precious to her. Of course you can have that rare gemstone she dug out of a dragon, you're being so sweet to her by literally just existing in her life. Take any treasure she has acquired, or she'll go out and get more for you. ♡

♡ The nobility of the country love her too so they'll also present you with gifts to try to curry favor with her by going through you. Just be careful that you don't take too many gifts from them, she gets very upset if she's not the one providing for her baby. ♡

♡ You might find her burning all the gifts the nobles gave you in a pile, ruining families for the crime of trying too hard to woo her darling away from her. She knows you love her but she also knows you need money and what would happen if one of these vulgar nobles offered you more than she could offer you. ♡

A family of nobles, brutally executed in front of you meanwhile the lunatic hugging you was grinning like some kind of demented puppy, asking her owner if she did a good job. It was at this point you realized she truly was the master of this relationship, no matter how you were able to manipulate her.

"See, I took care of them for us baby. I know how hard it must have been to refuse gifts from them. It was their fault for putting pressure on my poor baby to accept their gifts. Do they not understand that any gift you need, I can provide instead?" She looks down at your face, hoping for a positive response.

"Yeah." You let out a shaky response and force a smile, slowly cuddling into her, hoping if you endear yourself to her, you'll never be the next one on the roster.

♡ Absolute nightmare of a sugar mommy. Yes you can have your money, but you also have to endure her rigorous training to be her ideal partner in public, in private you might be offered a bit of leeway but being a good public partner is why she's paying you. ♡

♡ Unlike the rest Abigail does not fall in love with you to begin with, you're there so she has a public companion so mind your place. She constantly warns you not to fall in love with her and you are only there because she has to partner up for the balls. She says that consistently and yet she still manages to break that rule completely and fall in love with you. ♡

♡ And trust me, you will know when she has fallen in love because her entire attitude changes. She starts to treat you like the people in court treat their actual lovers instead of how those in court treat the people they've paid to accompany them. She'll start expecting you to automatically doing the same even though previously she warned you to never do that. ♡

♡ It's almost like shell shock, how dramatically she switches up on you. Your allowance goes up from what a normal sugar baby might hope to receive, to what the future duchess would hope to receive. Everyone, and I mean everyone is insanely jealous that this random servant gets the attention of the future Duke, like how dare you, do you not realize the Parley family is one of five dukedoms and if Abigail ever quits being a knight then she could pretty much claim her title as duke, day of. ♡

♡ Oh and when she does fall in love with you, it does not at all mean her strictness will get better, it will only get different. You better act like the perfect ideal of affectionate or she'll have to remind you how much money she gives you constantly. ♡

You'd made a big big mistake, you'd reminded her that this was a business agreement. You should have realized she'd already fallen for you and thought you'd done the same. Gods, how could you be so stupid and not realize that she had broken her rules.

You sat patiently in her office, waiting for her to return from gods knows where, hoping she wasn't going to be too harsh with the punishment. The door cracking open was slow and every second made you wince internally.

Surprisingly though Abigail simply came in with servants and armfuls of presents.

"Sweetheart, I must thank you for reminding me that this is a business agreement, I'm sure you didn't mean any harm. You were just trying to find out where you stood with me." She tone suddenly drops at the end there and you flinch.

"If you must know, I pay you to love me and if I tell you to marry me, you will. I'm sure my family will love you once we get your behavior in order."

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n #yandere princess #my oc abigail #my oc theanna #my oc elisha

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