#wait no i just wanna say i like how i did the bow tip for arrow bomb i think it looks cool

[diejager]

random thought but… stepdad!König fucking reader after finding out they wanna be in a relationship with him and saying “I’m going to marry you” or “I’ll make you mine one day” or smth like that. 🤭 and dbf!Horangi just kinda agreeing with him while sandwiching reader from the back, already having an idea of being the husband’s best friend that fucks his wifey 💝💝💝

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Gah- that pink bow has my heart😵‍💫 cw: smut, STEPCEST, DUB-CON, creampie, sex marathon?, phone sex? Double penetration, p in v, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cheating, marriage, tell me if I missed any.

For a second, he forgot how to breathe, his knees weak and fingers twitching, his cheeks flushed with the joy he felt. Your little confession riled him up, your sweet tears and pout gave him the hardest erection he’d ever lived. Sweet, innocent words that would’ve seemed blasphemous to any other, sounded erotic, making his blood boil and arousal simmer under his skin. It worked through his body with tight and rushing pleasure, pumping blood down to his engorged cock and heavy balls.

“I want you,” sealed the deal, commanding his body to pound you into your bed, make you forget you ever had a life without him - he promised it.

And promised he did, he fucked you all day, pressing you down on your bed, folding you in half as keened loudly. The bed creaked and the wooden headboard slamming into the wall behind it with every rock of his hips, fingers gripping your soft bedsheets and toes curling over his shoulder. You were stuck beneath him until the time he knew your mother would be back, taking every moment he had to watch his cock push in you and back out with a ring of cum and slick around his thick cock.

At first, he took you alone, slamming into your while you mewled out, your sweet sounds reaching the hungry ears of your neighbour on the phone. König had called Horangi in a blur, his mirth infectious, making Horangi happy, chuckling out praises to you and giving his word that he’d come by after his exercise at the gym. Your stepdad kept his friend on the phone, the Korean wearing EarPods during his whole course, working out with his cock throbbing and pushing against his shorts.

An hour in, waking up after you passed out in pleasure, eyes rolled to the back of your head in white pleasure, Horangi made himself home, naked and kneeling between your thighs. You let out a surprised moan, back arching when he drove his tongue inside your twitching hole, his thumb rolling your sensitive clit. He took his take taking you apart, watching you flay and cream all over him, covering is face with slick.

Near delirious and body oversensitive, you felt them push into you, softly alternating between both cocks stuffing your stretched cunt. You were trapped between them, body pushed back and fourth, feeling them fill you up, bottoming out, balls slapping the other man, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. You bucked your hips, chasing their cocks, nails digging into Horangi’s shoulder, gasping and moaning with your legs spread open by König’s hands.

“I’ll marry you, ja, Schatz?” König growled, pumping you full of cum, womb stuffed full with his and Horangi’s charged load. “Breed you and make you mine.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait to suck your tits,” Horangi couldn’t stop himself from agreeing, mind conjuring every image of your swollen stomach and wobbling walk. “Drink your sweet milk.”

“Do you want that, Schnucki?”

All you could do was nod, throat sore from screaming and body limp in your stepfather’s arms, your eyes were heavy chest puffing with loud, exhausted breaths. You liked their idea, marrying, breeding, becoming theirs, perhaps their delusions finally got to you.

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[021reid]

Please ? | Spencer Reid

summary: reader wants spencer to take her virginity.

CW: inexperienced!reader , shy-ish reader , reader gets came on , 18+ (if i’m missing anything lmk)

word count: 860 words

you and spencer have been dating for 4 months now. the last four months have been filled with date nights every sunday (when he wasn’t away) and endless flirting and teasing no matter what was happening around you guys.

but you were craving more.

you and spencer have had heated makeouts and even a little dry humping every now and then but nothing ever came out of it.

so now here you were sitting on spencer’s bed with a nervous look on your face.

“spence..can we talk?” you start regretting your words when you see him sit up with a look of concern and fear on his face.

“did i do something wrong honey?” it’s almost as if you can hear the gears shifting in his mind and you quickly shake your head to make them shut up.

“no i just…why won’t you have sex with me?” you notice the deep breath he takes and relief in his eyes.

“are you ready for sex?” it was no secret to spencer that you were inexperienced and you probably would run away if he even tried to unbutton your pants.

“i think? i don’t know i’m just really horny and i can’t keep cumming from just your thighs.” a smile appears on his face and he grabs your waist sitting you on his lap and whispering in your ear.

“well how about we fix that then baby?” you hold back a whimper and pull him in for a kiss, slowly moving back and fourth on his lap.

“can i take these off?” he puts a finger on the waistband of your shorts and you nod your head. he unbuttons your pants and slides them off you with a little of your help.

he can’t tear his eyes away from your white lacy panties with small bows on the sides.

“you’re so beautiful baby” he rubs your cunt through your panties and you swear you could cum from just that alone.

“fuck..spence i need more.” you kiss him again this time tugging at the ends of his shirt and pulling it over his head. you move down to his pants and unbutton them, pausing when you feel his print.

spencer slides down his pants more and takes out his cock.

your jaw dropped.

he had to be atleast 8 and a half inches and you were even debating that.

“can that fit in me?” you say still shocked and stunned by his size.

“we can make it fit honey.” he tugs at your shirt and you shake your head. your not ready to be fully naked yet and he understands.

“lay down for me baby.” you move to the other side of his bed and rest your head on the nearest pillow. he kisses your thighs and makes his way up to your cunt, kissing all around it only making you grow wetter and wetter.

“please spence i can’t wait anymore.” he laughs at your eagerness and pulls down your panties. he stares at you in awe which makes you close your legs and push him slightly.

“stop staring at me like that..” he kisses your cheek and pulls your panties off.

“you’re so pretty sweetheart. every part of you.” he rubs your heat and you moan with every movement. he inserts his pointer finger and curls it which causes you to moan and arch your back.

“fuck..put another one in please.” he inserts his middle finger and waits for you to calm down before he starts moving them both at a slow pace. you’re a moaning mess and you’ve never wanted to come so bad.

“fuck if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum.” he laughs and takes out his fingers which causes you to pout.

“i don’t want you to come yet baby” he reaches over for a condom and puts it on.

“tell me if you wanna stop okay baby?” you nod and moan when you feel him rub his tip over your heat.

“fuck please just put it in.” he slowly inserts every inch into you moaning between each inch just from how warm your heat is. all that fills the room is your heavy breathing.

once he bottoms out he starts to move slowly. you moan with every thrust and your hands find their way to his long curly hair slightly tugging at it.

“go faster please, i can handle it.” his movements speed up and you can feel your orgasm approaching. the sounds of his quiet whimpers and your skin slapping against eachother becomes louder with every thrust.

“i’m so close y/n” his legs start to shake under you and his movements get faster causing you to let out a loud moan and your back to arch off the bed as your orgasm hits you.

not long after you feel spencer’s cock twitch inside you and his movements start to slow.

you both sit there for about 10 minutes trying to catch your breath.

“that was really good” you say, slurring your words. he smiles and pulls out of you slowly, handing you a bottle of water from the nightstand.

“i love you so much y/n.” he pampers your face in kisses and you both giggle until you both fall asleep, happy and inlove.

i’m not good at writing smut so tell me how it is 🌚 don’t forget to check out my masterlist !

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕*

Pairing: Minho x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Reader Blindfolded and Tied, Oral (M), Slight Face fucking, Fingering, Slight degrading, Hint at Multiple rounds, Slight touch at free use, Creampie, unprotected sex (as usual). Slightly proofread. I think that’s all?

You can find the request here, very much enjoyed writing this such a good idea😩

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Minho has been stressed lately, although he won’t admit it you can tell. He’s been working a lot, it feels like he comes home crashed and just does it all over again. You thought to yourself ‘I don’t think he even realized today was his birthday’. Of course you didn’t wanna tell him it would make your surprise even better. It did make you feel bad however you’d make it up to him.

You lay some rope on the bed that matches the cute little red bow you have wrapped around your waist. It also matches the bows you have in your hair, you look like the sweetest gift anyone could ever ask for. You checked your phone looking at the time. You didn’t even realize there was a text from Minho reading.

😻: I’m on my way home. (Sent 15 mins ago)

A grin came across your face, he’d be home very soon so you got into position. You laid down waiting for him to come how the excitement in your tummy making you feel like you’d explode. You were so antsy fiddling with the covers as your mind wondered. ‘He’s gonna be so surprised’.

You heard the front door open, Minho taking his shoes off to discard them in the usual place. You could hear him looking around for you, his foot steps creeping towards the bedroom where you waited. You felt so giddy you could just squeal! You quickly put the blindfold on that you had on stand by. Laying back down you waited to hear him come through.

“Kitten are you sleeping already” his voice was quiet as he opened trying not to wake you if you were. His eyes widened as he saw you lying on the bed. A little note you had written before placed to the side. It said: “Happy birthday my love, do whatever you’d like with your present”

As he read it he looked over you, his cheeks heating up as his mind wondered. He let out a soft groan “I forgot today was my birthday honestly, but of course my sweet kitten didn’t hmm? All this just for me?” He said as he leaned down towards you placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You nodded in confirmation feeling the bed dip on the side. “I’m all yours, please do whatever you want with me.” You knew he needed a verbal confirmation before he’d really do anything like this.

“Ah my kittens so sweet, gonna let me use you all night till both of us are spent?” He said as he slowly unbuckled his pants. He needed this, needed it more than you thought. Not just to let off steam but to be close to you, to feel you. He missed you a lot while he’s been working and this was just perfect to him.

“Open up that pretty little mouth of yours” he said his fingers ghostly touching your lips. You did as he asked opening your mouth wide for him. He tapped the tip to your tongue before slowly pushing himself into your warm mouth. He let out a low groan, his head falling back. He slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth savoring the feeling.

He noticed the rope you had laid out on the bed making him smirk. Without saying anything he leaned back grabbing it. He took your hands tying them together before tying them to the head post. “You thought of everything didn’t you kitten?” He coo’d.

You nod as you hear him hum in response. He placed his hands on the side of your head as he pushed further into your mouth. He watched as you took it all so well feeling your tongue swirl around his length. He leaned back once more but this time it was to play with your clit. He rubbed perfect circles as he teased at your wet hole.

“You’re soaked” he said in a ghostly whisper. “Kitten use that dirty little mouth of yours, come on, make me cum” he said with a groan. You obliged as you bobbed your head, taking as much as you could. You swirled your tongue around his tip before taking even more of him. He groaned even louder in response pushing his fingers into your cunt now.

You moaned loudly at the feeling the sound vibrating around his cock. He closed his eyes at the feeling of you, your mouth melting stress away. He pushed another finger into you curling it slightly as his thumb toyed with your clit. His cock started to twitch in your mouth, he was close. You took him fully into you as deep as you could, breathing through your nose.

He opened his eyes slowly as he pushed as far back as he could making you gag. His cock twitched a few times before cumming deep back your throat. “Swallow for me- ah- all of it” he groaned. You swallowed it like he asked opening your mouth to show him making him groan once more. “such a good little slut” he said as he pulled himself away from you.

The loss of his finger made you whine making him chuckle a bit. “Impatience gets you now where” he said as he cupped your cheek, making you jump a bit. He leaned down nipping at your ear as he made his way to your neck. Kissing down your body as he left marks all over your chest. Small purple spots marked your body. He made sure to leave them in places people could easily see. He loved marking you “want everyone to know you’re mine. And mine only” he said.

He quickly positioned himself at your entrance slapping his cock against your clit before rubbing it up and down your folds. You rank at the ropes wanting to wrap your arms around him. He let out a tsk tsk before he chuckled again “what did I tell you kitten?” He said this time waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry” you said softly with a small pout.

“Sorry what?” He said tilting his head not like you could see it though.

“Sorry sir, I’ll be patient. Just want you. Missed you so much.” You admitted.

He let out a soft sigh before leaning down to kiss you “I’ve missed you to, I’ve missed you so fucking much!” He said his voice full of love and want. He glided his cock yo your wet folds one more time collecting all your juices. He pushed himself deep into you both your heads falling back as eyes rolled back into your skull.

He bucked his hips into his wondering your body playing with your nipples as he pushed into you. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared, your wetness soaking him. The sound of slapping skin filled the room mixing with both of yours noises.

He reached up to you taking the blindfold off. Your eyes squinted as the light was a bit bright after having it on for so long. You blinked looking up at Minho. God was he ever hot. His hair slicked to his head with sweat. His toned body so beautifully on display for you as his cock fucked into you. You leaned up wanting to kiss him but your hands were still tied up so you couldn’t.

He smiled looking down at your efforts before leaning down himself to kiss you sloppily. His tongue darted into your mouth as they wrestled for dominance. His hand came down to rub your clit once again. He pulled away from the kiss moving his body. He lifted you to your side holding one of your legs up as he moved faster into you. Hitting you in a new angle made it feel even deeper. His cock now hitting your g-spot.

His hand was now mercilessly toying with your clit. You felt so sensitive, the damn ready to burst at any moment. He leaned down once more to kiss you leaning his forehead onto yours eyes. He looked into your eyes as he went sloppy. His body twitched as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Best present ever, I couldn’t ask for anything more than just you” he said in almost a groan.

You smiled up at him wanting to say something but before you could get the words out you felt him twitch. He gave one last thrust pushing as deep into you as possible before cumming. The feeling of his hot liquid coating your walls and his fingers frantically moving made your high crash over you.

The damn breaking as everything flooded from you, you came hard around his cock. Clenching around him making him moan out. The sounds of you screaming his names mixed with his moans made the most porn a graphic sound.

He leaned his head onto your should you both panting now. He smiled looking up at you before kissing you lovingly. “Thank you kitten, I really needed this.” He said before kissing you once more.

You smiled back kissing him, you wanted to hold onto him tugging at your hands. You let out a sigh “Minho can you untie me so I can hug you” you said with a pout.

A small devilish smile crossed his face “not just yet, I think I’m gonna use my present a bit longer” he said nipping at your lip. That gleam in his eye said it all, you were in for a night.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

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[twstfanblog]

Because I wanna talk about this event in the Brothel AU.

Cheka does find Leona before the rest of the Kingscholar family. Leona was actually on pretty good terms with his brother because they were in a healthy competition for the crown instead of his brother just being heir by birthright. The tipping point was the fact Farena had a child before Leona did and their dad named him heir.

While Leona bowed out with grace, his supporters weren't so willing. Once Cheka was born, he was the target of a number of assassination attempts and kidnappings. Leona stuck around for a few years, protecting Cheka and publically endorsing his brother's rule, but the attempts kept happening. Leona makes the choice to fully disappear, his brother doesn't even know his plan. With him completely out of the picture, Leona's supporters don't have any real leverage anymore and are fully labeled as traitors to the crown. And while the attempts STOPPED, Leona couldn't risk popping back in and everything starting over. So he leaves the Sunset Savanah entirely.

As of now, he lives comfortably in the Brothel and all he had to do was pierce his nipples. Sam gives him news on his family since the merchant travels so much. What Sam DOESN'T TELL HIM, is in an effort to find Leona, Farena is touring various nations to introduce himself as the future king of the sunset savana (while royal guards search the city with a fine comb).

Cheka, a child, wants to help. So he sneaks away from his babysitter and roams around the city trying to find his uncle that he barely remembers. He finds Crewel's brothel, not knowing it's a brothel, and goes in.

He tugs on the back of Vil's kimono, and once Vil looks down at him, Cheka asks him if he can have juice; he's been walking all day, and he's tired.

Vil:

So Vil puts this like 5yo up in a guest room and gets him a jug of their finest grape juice. They"re having nice conversation. Cheka is telling Vil all about how blue and yellow make green, but you can make a Blue-Green if you add more blue. But it has to be the right shade of blue-

Vil interrupts this stimulating talk to ask Cheka about his bracelet, he's never seen one like it. Which is a lie. He's seen the exact same one only bigger; it's the one piece of jewelry Leona refuses to give up even though he's agreed with Vil on it being gaudy. Cheka is now talking at length about how it's a bracelet showing his royal status as a prince, it used to be his uncle's when he was little! And now Cheka is sad because he hasn't seen his uncle in a long while, he misses him...

Vil:

Vil: Hmmm...what's your uncle's name?

Cheka: Um...Leona? My dad says his name is Leona. But I always called him Unca, because I was a baby and couldn't say my L's good, I can say them really good now!

Vil: You can! I may be able to help you if I can borrow your bracelet.

Cheka really doesn't want to. But he might be able to see his uncle...so he gives Vil his bracelet and agrees to wait.

Vil puts his acting skills to use and rushes to find Leona telling him a customer just came in demanding to see him.

Leona, of course, couldn't care less until Vil nervously shows him the bracelet. Vil tells Leona they gave it to him and said that Leona would know where it came from. Leona snatches the bracelet and rushes to the room ready to murder who he could only think kidnapped his nephew. Only to slam the door open and see a lone 5yo drinking grape juice from a sake cup.

Cheka:

Leona:

Cheka:...Un...Unca?

Leona:

Leona lets out the biggest sigh and just picks Cheka up: Of course you'd be the one to hunt me down...

Cheka starts crying and attaches himself to Leona for hugs and cuddling.

[nu11lar]

𝓢 uggestive content ◞ mdni !

"stick out your tounge," his thumb tapped your chin gently, index finger raising your head up slightly to meet his eyes. the afterglow from constantly kissing your lips awakened something to rindou, his bony and slender fingers now cupping your puffed cheeks. the cold metal of his rings made your body jolt and shiver from the sudden movement, giving your cheeks a light squeeze, your lips puckered up before you slightly stuck your tounge out. revealing the tip of your tounge to his view as he amusingly chuckled,"more, stick it out more." his voice was firm but you could hear just a little amount of gentleness being present to his tone.

you obeyed, sticking out your tounge more until your mouth was fully agape,"good girl." licking his lips, he harshly (almost aggressively) smashed his lips against yours in a hungry manner. even though he already suffocated you with his previous kisses, it never failed him to become more eager and anticipated to give another taste of your sweet lips. with a surprised moan he pushes your body against the stiff mattress of the bed, his hands finally having the chance to touch you all over again.

he absolutely adores the way you just helplessly give your submission to him. knowing that he's the one who can make you feel this way, and the one that's always in control during foreplay and during sex.

his fingers trail along the way to your hips, squeezing them lightly as the kisses intensified. his tounge rubbing against yours, intertwining together and twirling against eachother like a whirlpool. his eyes are half opened, pupils dilating as he takes in your struggling but pleasurable reactions to the kiss. with a bold move, his hands slip under you pleated skirt, his fingers almost within the reach to feel the cotton fabric of your panties. a gasp hitched your throat, body jolting from surprise as rindou chuckled softly against your mouth. his fingers teased the hem of your underwear, brushing through the tiny bow that was placed in the middle of your panties.

words cannot describe how much he wants to remove (or rather rip) your panties off and just have his way with your pussy throughout this entire night. he can wait but he also couldn't, not when your reactions are this cute and... so pathetic to him. your reactions were evident that you were enjoying this, muttering "more" against his lips like a needy slut. after a few more harsh pecks, he withdraws from your lips and immediately goes down to your neck,"i want to fuck you," his hot breath hitting against your skin, making your body shiver from the close contact,"wanna ruin this pretty face..." he huffed, hips dryly bucking against yours in almost a desperate movement,"fuck..." he whispers against your jaw, his eyebrows furrowing from how aroused he feels.

"you're driving me wild." he admits, he has never felt so turned on in his life. you were the first girl he can imagine fucking for the rest of his life.

your legs managed to wrap around his waist, his fingers entangled in the hem of your panties. his mind wanting to strip away all your clothes and fuck you like he misses you,"you know i love you, hm?" he snuggled more against the crook of your neck, his nose taking in the sweet and alluring scent of your yves saint laurent black opium perfume, paired with other scents such as the almond butter body cream,"m' never gonna feel the same way for anyone else, got that?" rindou's actions were way different than his words, he was saying such sweet things all the while he was devouring your body like a five course meal.

he couldn't wait any longer, pulling away from your neck he looks down to see how much he's marked you up recently. he wasn't ashamed nor did he regret doing all of this, he is yours, and you're his, nothing in between. an airy chuckle filled in your ears as his hands finally left your lower part of your body, now his hands sensually going up to your torso, feeling every inch of his palm and fingers turned you on (again). his calloused hands made its way to your clothed breasts, squeezing, fondling, and kneading them like a stress toy.

"what am i to you?" you whispered softly, causing rindou's ears to perk up from the sudden question. it almost made him laugh, what were you to him? what a dumb question,"you're my girl silly." a lazy grin curled up his lips, giving your breasts another squeeze,"want me to show you a different way pretty?" oh that made you wet instantly, vigorously biting down your lower lip you nodded hesitantly, making rindou sneer at your reaction. his hands moved to where his belt located, slowly but almost eagerly unbuckling his belt as the both of you await for what is about to come next.

with a sharp cling being heard from his santos de cartier belt, you knew there's no going back. looking down to see the poking bulge peek through his slacks, his lavander eyes remained glued to every expression that lands upon you. leaning down to press a little amount of his body weight against yours, rindou whispered in a raspy voice,"close your eyes, don't think about anything else okay?" all he was received was a simple nod from you, showing that you understand on what he wanted you to do for him.

you and rindou had one thing in common, you were both crazy about eachother.

[grandlinedreams]

This is totally calling myself out with (why I’m anon 😭), but would you be comfortable doing unexpected pregnancy trope w/ Law. Or just the pregnancy trope in general. I absolutely adore it, but I do know a lot of people don’t/aren’t comfortable with it

Ough i have a request in my drafts that I'm working on that's got a tad more of an angstier spin on this so I'm gonna use this one to give him the happy ending we all hope he'd get :')

[Heads up!: fluff, married!law makes me wanna gnaw my arm off, afab/fem aligned reader, I think Law'd do his best to be a good dad and I will die on that hill]

Truth be told, Law never thought he'd make it this far. There have been a hundred odds stacked against him, tipped the scales in their favor over his ㅡ and somehow, he's still here.

There are days where he wonders if it's worth it, if he's worth it ㅡ and then he remembers Sengoku's words about Cora's sacrifice for him.

"Don't ever attach a reason to the love you've been given."

He's been loved ㅡ by his parents, by Lami, by Cora. By his crew, his friends ㅡ and you. You, who've been patiently by his side this entire time, fighting for a future that's worth sticking around for.

And now he has it. The metal band around his finger is still new to him sometimes, and he fiddles with it when he's lost in thought, rotating it as the little stones shimmer. It's not anything extravagant ㅡ but neither of you had wanted that.

"Who cares about rocks and the money for them when I have you?" You'd said when he asked, staring at him with such conviction his chest hurt.

"Law?" Your voice brings him out of his thoughts, finding you standing a few feet away from where he'd been zoning out as he stared out the kitchen window over the sink. The house the two of you own is modest, but it suits the two of you and Law still has a tough time accepting the fact that he owns a house now, rather than just a submarine. (For man who's spent most of his life uncertain he'd get a tomorrow, he's settled into domesticity surprisingly well for the most part.)

"You were gone when I woke up," he says by way of greeting, catches the nervous fidget of your arms, tucked behind you as you rock back and forth on your feet. "Where'd you go?"

"Town," you answer and when he frowns, you sigh. "I wasn't there long, and I've never once seen a wanted poster. We're not pirates anymore, you know."

"Can never be too careful," he intones, watches you mouth the words with him in a way that suggests it's far from the first time you've heard him say it. (It's true. He's said it a lot.) "Does it have to do with what you're hiding behind your back?"

"Maybe," you singsong before you bring your arms out from behind you, a neatly wrapped box extended towards him. He blinks, then his brow furrows.

"Did I miss an anniversary?"

"No."

"Is it your birthday?"

"No."

"Is itㅡ"

"Just open it, Law." There's an undercurrent of nerves to your tone as he takes the box from you, watching him as he sits down at the table to unwrap the thin bow of red ribbon around it.

You wait with baited breath as he sets the ribbon aside, pops the lid off of it ㅡ and pulls the contents out. You know exactly what it is, having spent the last few days trying to come up with the perfect way to tell him.

Law stares at the cloth in his hands. It's small, made of soft fabric and little metal buttons at the bottom, spaced between where two legs should go ㅡ oh. Oh.

And all at once, it clicks.

"You're pregnant?" He doesn't mean for it to sound like an accusation, only that he's aware neither of you'd been really trying yet ㅡ content to take one day at a time, together.

You nod. "I'm way late on my cycle, and given how lousy I've felt recently..." You watch him stand, leftover nerves making you ramble as he approaches. "I mean I know we've talked about kids but haven't wanted to really try yetㅡ"

His arms wind around you, holding you to him gently. There are a thousand thoughts that race through his head, of what-ifs concerning your health, the baby's ㅡ the fear that he's somehow passed on the disease he's long since been rid of.

He exhales against the top of your head, pushes the worries and fears back. He can deal with those later. Instead, he focused on what he can handle right now. "How far are you?"

"Not sure," you answer. "If we go by cycle, a month or so? Could be earlier than that."

His grip tightens. "You're pregnant," he mumbles, almost to himself. "We're having a baby."

You nod, letting yourself cling to him the way he is to you. "You're going to be a dad, Law."

The thought of fatherhood both excites and terrifies him ㅡ what if he's a horrible dad? He knows absolutely nothing about babies beyond what he remembers from when Lami was born, which is hardly much of anything.

"It's okay to be scared, Law." Your voice is soft, whispered against his chest. "I am too. But we'll do this together, okay? We'll be fine."

Law holds you to him, presses his lips to the top of your head as he thinks of the future. You, him, and the little piece of you both, growing inside you.

"Yeah," he finally says. "We'll be just fine."

[wheels-of-despair]

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: How did Evil Woman get her name? Contains: Black Sabbath references, Eddie Munson bein' the smoothest nerd in Hawkins, pre-relationship cuteness. Words: 600ish

"Is that Ozzy?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at the tape player embedded in the dash, as if it were able to answer your question.

"Yup," Eddie mumbles through a mouthful of the gas station potato wedges you'd picked up to share on the way to Lover's Lake. There wasn't much to see in Hawkins, Indiana - your home for approximately one week - but with a tour guide like Eddie Munson, you'd happily visit every rusty dumpster.

You swallow and pause to listen closer to this unfamiliar song.

"Holy shit. Is this 'Evil Woman'?" You look at Eddie in wonder.

"Yup," he repeats, popping another potato in his mouth.

"What the fuck! Can I?" You reach toward the knob that controls the volume and hesitate. He nods. You turn it up and alternate between staring at the tape player and looking at him with excitement. He smiles and watches you react until the song ends and the next track begins. You twist the volume knob back and turn to him.

"I've been hunting for this for years! I must've pestered every record store employee within an hour of where I used to live! It was only released in Europe! How did you get this?!"

He grins and continues eating until you run out of questions.

"I've got a guy."

"You've got a guy."

"Yup," he smirks.

"You're gonna hook me up, right? You're gonna make me a copy?"

"Depends," he shrugs.

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on if I'm gonna be YOUR guy or not."

A slight blush appears on his face as he watches you process his statement. Did he just? Is that? Oh. You let out a surprised chuckle.

"That was smooth, Munson," you admire.

"Did it work?" he asks cautiously, one eye scrunched as if that'll lessen the impact of a rejection.

"Hm…" You gaze into the distance and pretend to think about it, just to make him sweat a little. Turning back to him and trying to contain your grin, you finally answer: "Yeah. Yeah, I think it did."

"Oh, thank fuck," he exhales.

Eddie was waiting for you in the school parking lot the next morning, bouncing his back against the side of his van with a grin plastered on his face. You parked as close as you could get, grabbed your backpack, and went to join him.

"The cassette you requested, milady," Eddie bows dramatically and presents you with a tape. Every inch of writeable surface is decorated with a custom-made Munson design. You accept it with a smile, but he starts rambling before you can thank him.

"It's the first track on Side A, but I put some other stuff on there I think you'll like too. I know you're a freak who doesn't like Dio yet, but there are a few of those. I will make you a convert, mark my words. And my favorite Sabbath song. And some Anthrax. And one from the new Iron Maiden album. Just… stuff," he finally trails off.

"Much obliged, Dungeon Master," you say with a wink.

His eyes widen, and he swallows hard.

"Say that again?" he asks, voice barely a whisper. God, he's adorable.

You slowly step closer, rising to your tip-toes when you reach him, and whisper breathily into to his ear: "No."

When you return to the ground and grin up at him, he growls and glares and rolls his eyes.

"Alright, Evil Woman, if that's how you wanna play."

[somethingsomethingwords]

Ok so, here is another one. This is a little bit different from what I usually write or even like reading, but alas, sometimes an idea just enters your brain and just doesn't leave. Also this one has a title ig. So here it is. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy 💜

Of course I wanted you to stay

(but you didn't, no you didn't, no you didn't)

Lance was so full of adrenaline he almost dropped the mic. He was shaking from head to toe, but there was a huge grin on his face.

There was no sadness, because even if this was the last concert of the tour, it had been one of his best ones like, ever.

Also he was home, so he knew that after all the crazy partying he would do tonight, tomorrow he'd meet his sister, he'd go to that bakery that sells the best cupcakes, and he'd be able to roam the streets with his thick glasses and ugly beanie and scarf combos, and no one would recognise him.

But still, that's tomorrow. In that moment, there was the encore.

It was always different, so it was always special, but that day even more so. It was composed of three of his older songs, about pain and heartache and moving on despite the past, maybe in spite of it. He loved it very much. Because he was home, singing his first hits and he was ending one of the happiest and saddest tours of his life.

It had started great, new album, in love and energetic. Then he was left behind, alone and with nothing to show for it. Because it had to stay a secret. He had to keep his love secret. He had had no one to complain to, because the only people who knew would have been put in an uncomfortable situation, and he didn't want that. So he hid his hurt and did what he always did. He put it in his music. He sang his pain until the only hurt he could feel was the one in his throat.

It really had been a rollercoaster. But now it was the end, everything was better, and he wanted to send a last fuck you. He may have matured, but nothing would make him lose his pettiness.

So he sang.

Are you sorry like you weren't at the time?

Loving you was easy,

that's why it hurts now

The worst way to love somebody

is to watch them love somebody else

and it works out now

And sang.

Cause someone loved me,

someone fucking loved me

Someone fucking loved me,

I loved him too

Goddamn it, I was worth something,

I fuckin' earned something

I have a right to die, a right to live,

a right to choose, too. And God, no!

Of course I don't wanna feel better!

Can you fucking imagine?!

And sang.

Because, in the end,

you can see how much I loved you

from the fact that I'm fine now

It's a lie, but I say it anyhow

He put every single emotion into these songs, and finally let them go.

When the crowd roared, it all exploded.

He felt a solitary tear wet his face, but nothing could have stolen his smile. He waited for his band, then bowed and left the stage.

The night was young and he was feeling free and wild. And quite hungry, actually.

So he took his band to his favourite pub. They ate, and drank, and ate some more.

On the taxi towards his house, Lance realised that, no matter how much it had hurt, he didn't regret having what he had with Fernando.

Even the tears, even the heartbreak, they all shaped the person he was today.

He liked to think he was loyal, and dependable and kind. But most importantly, he liked to think he was better than the person he was yesterday.

His house appeared, and after paying and tipping the taxi driver, he opened the door.

Yeah, it was big and a little bit empty and a little bit cold. A little bit like his heart. But it was something to be proud of, because it was his, and he was working on it.

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The next day he really started to rethink all of this rock star thing.

His head pounded with his heartbeat and his mouth tasted rancid.

He got up and drank some water, downing a couple of aspirins for his headache.

After the shower he felt somewhat normal, and decided to go out for breakfast.

He reached his favourite bakery and ordered two pastries to go. He wanted to retreat and lay warmly in front of the fireplace.

Lance noticed him as soon as he stepped out, but he decided to ignore him. His house wasn't that far, he could reach it quickly and without having to talk to him. For once, he wanted to thank whoever made him with long legs.

But even if he could go fast without running, so could the other.

They walked in silence, side by side, for a few minutes.

When the silence and the presence were getting to him, he abruptly stopped and turned towards the other man.

"What do you want?"

Fernando didn't deserve kindness nor gentleness. He forfeited those when he left Lance. Via text. Without explanation and blocking him immediately after.

Lance had spent too many days crying; now he wanted nothing to do with the man.

"Hello Lance. Was just around" he said, as if it explained why he was in Canada and not in England, in Monaco, hell even at home in Spain.

Lance huffed and started moving again, having had more than enough, but stopped when he felt a firm grip on his wrist.

He stared at the hand on his arm with wide eyes, before raising them to Nando's face.

"You have three seconds to either take your hand off or have it broken" he said shakily.

There must have been something in his voice that made the threat a real one, because suddenly he was free again.

"Lance, am sor..." Nando started.

"Shut up before I make you. We can't discuss here, someone could recognise you. Come to my house" surely not his finest moment, but all Lance could feel was fury. Still, he wasn't raising his voice, so he could consider it a win.

you are still protecting him, Este's voice said in his mind.

shut up, of course I am, but what else could he do?

They arrived at his house. He quickly opened the door and closed it when Fernando got in.

"You have no right to come here with your flimsy excuse and expect me to be ok with it. Now, tell me what you want and get the hell out of my house" there, simple and direct.

For a moment, Fernando seemed seriously sorry. But Lance didn't care. He was the one left behind, the one who had to pick up his pieces when he fell apart. He healed as best as he could, and he would not apologise for building up his defences.

"Lance, I am really sorry, for what's worth. I want to explain"

"You are a few months too late. At this point, I don't even know if I care. I only ever asked one thing, Alonso. One. I was ok with being kept a secret, and avoiding being seen together, and the distance. I only asked you to openly communicate and shit like that. You just left without a word" now that he had started, he couldn't seem to stop.

"You knew, I told you why I wanted that. Why I needed you to be honest and open, yet you just disappeared. I had to ask Este, who had to ask Mick. And for what. To be told that you had a new model girlfriend? So no, Alonso, I don't care anymore. It would just reopen old wounds. Now go, I'm sure you have somewhere else to be"

and someone else to be with, it wasn't said but both could hear it.

"That's not right. I have nowhere to go. Am alone, Lance" he said, something hurt and teary in his voice.

Lance was about to replicate, sharp words already on the tip of his tongue, when something in Nando's expression made him stop. His eyes showed how open he was being, how vulnerable.

Lance sighed, and led the man into the living room, making him sit on the couch, while he went into the kitchen and brought back two glasses of water. He would have preferred something stronger, but this felt too important of a moment to have it tainted by alcohol and not being in the right mind.

He sat on the opposite side of the couch, and waited for the other to start talking.

"First of all, am sorry, really. I knew it would hurt you, how I left you, but I did it anyway. And I know you have no reason to believe me or care. Am here because I believe you deserve the truth about everything"

He seemed honest, but Lance wouldn't trust him so easily, not again.

"What are you hoping for with your confession months later, mh? I'm not going to obediently come back to you, waiting to be heartbroken again. You're not gonna fuck me and leave, either. So, what do you want?" he was probably being unfair to the other man, but anger and confusion had never been a good mix of emotions for him.

"Lance, I would never..."

"Like you would never leave, Alonso? Don't make promises you can't keep and don't say things you don't mean" he interrupted, harsh and stubborn.

"You are right. I made promises and then I broke them and betrayed your trust. But I need you to know I had reasons. Not perfect, not good, but I had them" and goddamnit, Lance could feel himself beginning to soften.

just listen to him, said his conscience, suspiciously sounding like Mick.

"Would you care to explain them?" Was he being sarcastic or curious? He himself didn't know.

"Of course. Someone was starting to notice some...changes in me. I was happier, nicer, smiled more. Someone I don't like said something in a way I didn't like. Made me understand that he knew something was up, and would ruin me. So I decided that I needed to protect myself, to protect you. Left you because I couldn't see you. I knew I'm not strong enough to leave you if I saw you"

It all sounded logical, from a certain point of view, but Lance knew there was more, so he waited for the other to continue.

After a few seconds, Fernando raised his eyes, looking at Lance, before turning them down again.

"I didn't like the weakness. All the time, I was thinking about you, wanted you near. It was too much. So I thought I could just stay away, and forget about it"

about you, was left unsaid.

"And can you? Forget about it?" Lance not only wanted to know. He needed to, before going on with the conversation. He could feel his hands beginning to shake and his eyes starting to water, but he had to be sure.

Fernando immediately raised his eyes, and spoke with a tone determined and something like hope in his eyes.

"Of course I can't. I'm here right now, begging for a second chance" he said pleadingly.

"Then beg" Lance said, not meanly, but he also wasn't feeling particularly charitable, and it was better to make some things clear from the beginning: he wasn't going to repeat the same mistakes. He wasn't the young man staring at his teen crush, starry eyed and in love and grateful for every scrap of attention and affection. He was older, maybe a little bit more bitter, a little bit wiser. Fernando left some marks onto his heart, and he wasn't going to refresh them for nothing less than certainty.

"Lance, please give me another chance. I know I fucked up, was so wrong. I'm begging you, let me fix this. However long it takes, is ok. Just, tell me you'll think about forgiving me, and starting again" he was being so earnest, how could Lance resist?

"Even if I forgive you, and it's a big if, I'm not going to forget anytime soon, ok? I'll need time and space and for you to make an effort" he really was weak for this man, but who could blame him, he spent half his childhood idolizing him and then he met him and fell in love.

"Will do whatever it takes. But let me, please"

Realising all the air stuck in his lungs, Lance sighed.

"Ok"

He didn't even finish the word that Fernando picked him up and spun Lance around, making him laugh despite himself.

Fernando finally put him down, and took his hand to kiss it, maintaining the eye contact for a few seconds.

Lance could feel himself blushing, and quickly shook his head, still smiling.

After a few seconds of just getting reacquainted with one another, Fernando broke the silence.

"I liked the show yesterday. Especially the encore"

And now Lance was definitely blushing. His encore had been designed as a way of finally letting go, one last screw you to the man now in front of him. But he couldn't say that to him, even if it was pretty clear.

It would have been childish to throw shades at Fernando in one of his concerts, no?

"Yeah, I was inspired, I guess" his smile smaller but still there.

"Fuck the guy who made you suffer, the bastard" and in his jokingly way, Nando was telling him that he wasn't angry, and that they would be ok.

"Yeah, fuck him"

[wazabii]

NIPPLE PIERCING | BAJI KEISUKE

summary: you are an owner of a tattoo + piercing shop and a pretty boy books an appointment to get both. Reblogs are appreciated~

content warning: piercings and tattoo's, dom reader , pretty boy, semi-public, baji , i know nothing abt tattoo shops, I wrote this at 1:07 in the morning, reader is referred to master,{y/n}-

minors do not read! if you do you will be tainted ig? >:(

Working as a tattoo artist is not as easy as it seems. Sure, it lets your imagination run wild but the constant fear of disappointing your customers and ruining a tattoo is always there.

It's been a long ass day for you and you can't wait to skedaddle the fuck outa the shop, but God was remembering all the bad things you've done like come on man! Burning a child molester's house down with him in it is not a sin!

The sound of the bell in the shop chiming indicated that someone has entered the shop.

'I really need to change the closing time to 30 minutes earlier so they don't come in one minute before the closing time.'

Miss girl was done with life.

One thing great about being a female tattoo and piercing artist was that girls aren't afraid or that shy with you. That's why you more successful than yo big bro ;).

Sure you've had a couple o crushes and minor flings here and there but nothing was serious the other party knew this was not going to escalate more than a make out and neither did they disagree with that.

But boy was your last customer hot. He was panting with glossy sweat trickling down to his neck rose red tongue slightly sticking out and silky black hair looking like he just modeled for a Sunsilk ad. He has some good fashion sense too, with a midnight black choker with multiple silver chains attached to it , amber see-through shirt and lose marine blue jeans.

' Thank god I haven't closed yet! If i did i would have missed this amazing opportunity!'

" hey! What can i do for you?" You said in a slightly raspy and tired voice. And god, was that shit hot.

"Thank god Im not late....." The pretty boy muttered.

"Hey! I was thinking if you're not running late for anything and if you can..... May i get a tattoo and piercing please?"

"Where do you want to get it and do you have a picture of what you want to get?"

" I went it on my chest and the piercing i wantitonmynipple " his words were fumbled and you can't exactly understand them

" honey im gonna need you to speak a little slower on the piercing part"

" I want piercing on ...... my ..ni- nipples" Finally he got the clogged up words out of his mouth but he feels pretty embarrassed about having to say that in front of a lady that is so pretty godly amazing eye-catching magnificent wonderful blessed seggs- ok i'll stop >:).

" OHHH you wanna nip piercinmg? Don't worry hon i've done piercing on a few girls before but not on a guy that's a handsome as you~"

He was ready to bomb himself for the embarrassment but the praise sent blood gushing to his cheeks and especially t his dick-

"Come'on hun gotta lay down... unless you want it standing up"

You tried easing the stranger which you found out his name is keisuke. A hot name for a hot stranger-

the tattoo was easy a feathery arrow with a small pair of chopsticks acting as it's bow.

You deid to innturupt the silence.

" yu know? Funny how a few hours ago a blondie asked for the same tattoo as you. You know em' ?"

"Did he have an undercut and greenish blueish eyes?"

"so you do know him..... a tat for best friends?"

"yeah........BUT IT WAS A DARE"

Keisuke looked like he is pretty embarrassed about getting the tattoo but you find it adorable how eyes darting from left to right wanting to meet anything but yours, the tip of his ears are dusted with a coat of rosy pink.

'if his ears and neck are such a beautifully flushed shade of pink i wonder how flushed his dic- Y/N STOP BEGONE HORNY THOUGHTS'

Stuck in your........ interesting thought process, you couldn't hear baji calling you.

"-Y- EY- HEY? Miss tattoo artist? I've been calling you quite afew times..... are you okay? And you've already finished my tattoo...."

oh. i'm done with his tattoo? since when?

Oh. OH- it's time for the piercing-

I know that I've done this a shit ton of times but gah damn I feel like a train wreck.

A speck of flush sprinkled on his cheeks 😏 as he slowly almost as he was teasing you pulled his shirt off.

OH MA LAWDY LAWD IS THIS MAN 🙏 so damn fineeeee😫😫😫 meaty arms that flex unconsciously as he moves to cover himself pecs that look like real boobies #stanmanboobies.

"s-stop starina-hh"

it's as if your hands had a mind of theyre own. Moving the pads of your fingers around his cotton pink nipples. Steadily swirling them to the background music of the shop. "take it slow put it down on me" and indeed you took it slow just like the lyrics had said.

You ripped of your shirt which now left you with only a sports bra, and climbed on top of the pretty boy. Ploddingly grinding on his rampant crotch you took the tie that was ripped off with the shirt and tied his wrist together.

"M-mas-ter-r sto-p teasiNG"

Master. Master was all he said and only that was needed to makeyou loose all self control.

"you're so sensitive baby~" the tiredness in your voice vanishing instantly and getting replaced with a mischievous tone.

"master please please please PLeASe"

"please what baby i don't know what you're saying" you almost started feeling bad as you know you were being a little mean but KEY WORD: ALMOST.

"ma-master..." keisuke looked ashamed of saying it out loud but you weren't gonna move unless he says it. #airforceenergy #periot

Keisuke looked into your eyes clearly flustered but says it anyways.

"master please ride my dick suck it DO WHATEVER. JUST PLEase use me...." voice gradually shrinking, he pleaded with the last braincell he had.

[silvergoldraeven]

Resurrected AU part 6 :3

Previous part here

Next part here

Just wanna say to not expect many detailed parts like this, i was gonna turn this into a comic or animatic at first but instead got struck by the writing gods to actually write something proper, so here you go :3

( thank you to @eliworkshop for talking about Baldur and making me realize just how much more chaotic I can make this AU)

Enjoy :3

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Heimdall crouches down as he spots his target.

A young buck, just grazing peacefully, unaware of his impending doom.

Heimdall locks his eyes onto the creature, summoning his bifrost arm while pulling out his bow and an arrow, slowly and carefully.

"Accuracy over speed." he hears his father's voice say in a hushed tone behind him.

He sucks in a breath as he pulls the string back and points the tip of the arrow towards the heart of the deer and listens closely.

No wind, perfect, this should hit.

Exhaling slowly, he realises the arrow as it flings into the side of the creature as it yelps and runs off.

It didn't kill it instantly.

"Shit." Heimdall mutters before turning towards Kratos, waiting for him to berate him for missing that simple shot.

"Good. Go now, catch it." His father says with a proud nod. Heimdall wasn't surprised, Kratos was much more patient than anyone else ever was with him, which was incredibly ironic. But he was definitely still getting used to kindness from others.

He nods before jumping over the fallen tree they were hiding behind and sprinting after the deer.

He swore he could hear Mimir mutter "aye, now that's the Heimdall I know."

But he'd rather not ask about what he meant, he didn't want to think about the past. Right now, all that mattered was getting their food.

Tracking the deer was easy; he sees the hoof prints in the mud, small branches and leafs that it destroyed while running away.

And he could hear it's heartbeat as it slowed more by the second.

So it was a fatal hit. Just not instant.

When he finds the deer, he sees it has collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.

The deer looks at him and tries to get up, but just struggles against the mud.  He feels the need to apologise to it, but it wouldn't understand.

Instead, he crouches down next to it and takes the dagger Freya gifted him into his left hand, but just as he's about to plunge it into the creature's heart, he dodges a figure flying past him.

So he was right, there was someone else.

He falls backwards but skillfully gets back to his feet. Looking at the figure, his eyes widen.

"Hello brother dearest."

Baldur.

"Baldur why did you... Why did... I... I thought you were dead?" Heimdall says softly, a tone that even surprised Baldur for a second.

"Oh but I was" he opens his arms wide with a grin on his face "but now I'm back, missed me?"

Heimdall stares at him silently, not sure what to say.

Baldur's arms drop by his side and the grin leaves his face "of course you didn't, but that's okay."

Baldur's attention gazes down to his brother's hip and notices a very important item missing. "So Where's that big old horn of yours? Stopped compensating? Did you lose it?"

"Of course I still have it." Heimdall responds impatiently, trying not to snap at the other god.

Baldur circles him, inspecting him closely. "Well I assume it isn't up your ass, so where the fuck is it?" Heimdall clenches his fist before taking a deep breath and going "it's safe, that's what matters."

Baldur stands there for a bit, but Heimdall knows what he's about to do and dodges the second Baldur tries to punch him again.

"I don't want to fight you, Baldur."

"Well that's just too damn bad!" the younger one responds before going in for another attack.

"Baldur please, I don't do this stuff anymore. I'm a new man, you can change too." Heimdall tries to reason. "A new man?! You've barely ever been a man. There's a reason everyone always called you a girl!"

Heimdall tries to tune out his brother's taunts but it's slowly starting to get to him. Baldur knows he'll win if Heimdall will let it get to him. That's how he always fought. Predictable.

"I am warning you Baldur, I really don't want to fight you!" Heimdall says again, but the other god takes a second to just really laugh at him

"Of course you do, you always wanted to, brother." Baldur sneers who me throwing a fist Heimdall's way, but he grabs his wrist before twisting his arm and pushing him away to create some distance between them.

"I'm done with picking fights just to get Odin's approval!"

"You sound just like that old man who's lapdog you are now, Dally-Dall" Baldur responds, saying his old nickname for Heimdall with as much venom in his tone as he can

Heimdall freezes for a second, he didn't expect Baldur to remember his old nickname. Baldur takes this chance to punch him, sending Heimdall flying back into a tree.

"Leave my father out of this." Heimdall says between gritted teeth as he gets back up, brushing dirt off the fur on his shoulder.

Baldur just laughs again "your father, huh? Next you're gonna call that little shit your brother."

Heimdall glares at him hard this time, Baldur gasps in return. "Oh you do call him brother. Oh this is gonna be goood!"

Heimdall dodges a jump attack from Baldur and turns around just in time to punch him with his bifrost arm because Baldur had the exact same plan.

Heimdall winches at the sudden thunder like sound and flash of bright blue and pink coming from both of them, mixing into purple, their powers seeming to physically fight each other too now.

Baldur grins and goes "awwww, look at little Heimdall, actually actually getting his hands dirty. You fight like the old man too" Heimdall opens his mouth to say something back, but instead just gets another punch in, making Baldur fly back.

Heimdall tries to catch his breath and blows his hair out of his face; his braids are starting to get lose. Baldur sees this and laughs at him while getting back up

"Pretty boy not so pretty now, huh?"

"Looks are not a priority in battle." Heimdall responds while waiting for Baldur to attack again, which he does. "AND you talk like him! Wow, you REALLY think they're your family huh?"

"They ARE my family, you could have the same if you'd just stop attacking me." Heimdall responds and punches the other god. "oh so you betrayed all father just so you can run off with the man that killed both of us?"  "Odin is DEAD. besides, these people are actually worth fighting for."

Heimdall grabs Baldur by his throat and slams him against a tree, Baldur groans and chuckles, looking his brother right in the eyes.

Heimdall knew he was being mocked. the glow of his right arm cascaded onto his face making his glare look even darker.

Heimdall drops him, not wanting to kill him. "They gave me a chance. A chance of a new, better life. A chance of a good family. They'd do the same for you, too. You'd just have to stop, now."

Baldur rolls onto his back, rubbing the bruises that are quickly forming around his throat. He turns his head towards Heimdall, looking like he's actually thinking for once. "Then what?"

Heimdall thinks for a moment. "Then... We'd both have a chance of being somewhat normal people again."

"Like when it was just the two of us?"

Heimdall nods and holds his left hand out to his brother. "Yes, like when it was just the two of us"

Heimdall pulls him up but Baldur immediately let's go of his hand when they hear quick footsteps approaching.

Heimdall turns around and smiles at Kratos "I got the deer?"

His father stood there, axe in hand with a concerned look on his face. The sight of Heimdall and Baldur covered in blood with the dead deer next to them on the floor sure was a sight.

[insomniac-jay]

Honor Among Rogues

Chapter 2: Got a Secret, Can You Keep It?

Vicia watched as the workers took the last of the merchandise out her truck. All that was left was to drive back and clock out. Then she'd head home to get some much needed rest before heading to the shop.

"Is that everything?" Vicia asked.

"Yep. Thanks for the help. Consider this a tip."

The warehouse manager put some money in her pocket. With her work done, Vicia walked back to the truck. But before she climbed into the driver's seat, a voice called out to her.

"Disculpe, señorita."

An older woman with brown skin and coily black hair seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She wore a fancy deep purple suit while a bag full of envelopes was slung over her shoulder.

"¿Puedes llevarme?"

Vicia quickly recognized the woman and let her into the passenger's seat. She then drove away from the warehouse.

"¿Qué haces fuera tan temprano, Pilar?"

Pilar's cupid's bow curved with delight. "I'm surprised you still remember me, Vicia," she crooned. "I always have the day the boss brought you to the manor on my mind. Did you know it was sunny that day?"

"Just tell me where you're going."

"Stop when you see the black pickup truck."

When she turned down the street, the aforementioned vehicle waited right on the corner of the avenue. The larger truck stopped, Vicia watching Pilar get out. She then drove straight back to her job to park her truck and take the subway home just like she planned.

Vicia was surprised to see she got a message from Will when she pulled out her phone. They'd be at work at this time, especially with that fancy blue collar job at Kord Industries.

Think you can come to HQ?

It's fine if you can't

I'll be there

Jahzara hated Gotham.

Its bleak stone gray and pitch black buildings filled her with dread and Gothamites got on her nerves. It was a miracle that she hadn't resorted to becoming a criminal or burning down the city. Maybe in a different universe she did.

No matter what her mother, or anyone for that matter, said, she'd never acknowledge this place as her home.

Her heart longingly ached for the beauty of Port Harcourt, her real home. She missed warm air blowing through her hair as she walked down to the nearby markets, the beautiful house her family lived in with a personal library made all for herself, and the countless summers spent with friends out on the water.

Why her mother chose to trade the glamorous life they had back in Nigeria for the dreary gloom of Gotham she'd never understand. But she knew one thing: she was not staying in this hellhole of a city. Especially true if she was going to be a lawyer.

Being a lawyer in this city is a curse, she thought walked through a hall of Gotham Academy.

Her refusal to befriend any of her classmates, often saying that no one here was worthy of even being her acquaintance, put a target on her back. But she definitely wasn't threatened by that or those jealous of her.

Too many people dealing in shady businesses and too many dead lawyers.

"Good morning, Jahzara!"

Oh god, not him again.

Jahzara rolled her eyes. What was this guy's name again? Malloy or something? She couldn't remember. But what she could remember is that he stood in particular spots everyday waiting for her. Not that she cared for the little stalker.

"How's your day going?" Malloy asked.

Jahzara didn't answer upon entering the large gym. Even worse that they shared this class. Sooner she made it to the girls locker rooms, the better.

"Do you need help with the chemistry project, Jahzara?" Malloy asked.

The poor fool was too lovesick to see Jahzara's annoyance. Made worse since his parents were business partners of Jahzara's mother, meaning she wasn't even free of him outside of school.

Her phone buzzed as she dove into the locker room, both saving her from his questions. On the screen was a text message from Aviva.

Wanna skip n go 2 the mall? :3

Yeah. I'll skip lunch

When she stepped out, her eyes settled on a different person: Duke Thomas. A face she'd seen around the academy before, especially in track events. Rumors were that he was the newest adopted child of Bruce Wayne. Not that it'd change Jahzara's opinion about Gotham's top dog or her mission.

A mostly uneventful gym class--say for Malloy's following--full of warmups and free play took a turn when Jahzara returned to find a message from one of her fellow Watchers.

Eyes open

The Watchers calling card.

Glancing around for anyone nearby, Jahzara rushed into the nearest bathroom stall and quickly changed into her costume. Maneuvering her way around the room, she crawled through the vent leading to the roof of the school.

"Fatale, come in," a voice requested. It was Duchess, another Watcher.

"What's wrong, Duchess?"

"Black Butterfly is back from honeymoon."

Fatale groaned. Black Butterfly was a long time enemy of the group. She'd almost forgotten that she was gone until she made headlines a few days ago. Her newlywed spouse was a frequent topic of discussion.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeysgalaxy @moonage-gaydream @theautisticcentre

[rengokuswife18]

Burning Flame cp.3

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Y/N pov:

I put on a knee high skirt and my f/c shirt and some white heels my favorite ones due to me being the shorter one among us I always looked tiny compared to the rest of my friends. I put my hair in a ponytail and walked to my boyfriend to see if I looked good.

“Kyojuro does this make me look pretty” I asked worrying that I didn’t look good because even if I was skinny or cubby it didn’t really matter to Kyojuro seeing he loved every part of me it didn’t matter how big or small you were as long as you where you he loved you for that. Even if he is busy all the damn time.

“My flame you look beautiful as always tho I feel you need one thing” he said looking at you with his beautiful eyes. “What is that dear?” I said feelings confused. “I think you need some jewelry to complain your beautiful hair pin” me beings me I thought he was going to say makeup or a love mark Kyojuro was never one for girls who wore a lot of makeup he doesn’t see what use it is all he sees is that it covers the natural beauty of my face he says all the time

“Maybe this necklace I got you” he said pulling out a pink and white jewelry box with a diamond necklace on it that reads ‘I love you’ with a my favorite flower on it. “Kyo you didn’t have to” I said with teary eyes this man knew how to make a women feel like she was queen of the world and everyone else was nothing. He put the necklace on and let down my hair out of the ponytail and took me to the car and we drove away from the mansion he had you specially design. You couldn’t believe you thought he didn’t love you

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon we met the others at the place we were supposed to be an hour ago but Tengen being late as always made the rest of us wait. “Sorry for making you wait the god of festivals and his goddess has arrived!!” Tengen and my bsf coming into the room dressed like a king and queen with small glitter booms going off entirely the room which we waited for them to enter. The rest of us looking at them with pure rage and announces that they always have to enter a room with glitter booms Tengen called it flashy and he would have wanted real booms but he didn’t wanna kill anyone.

“Bow before your god and goddess” my bsf said acting just like her husband wow they really are a match made a haven “Oh shut it and let’s go” Sanemi said from the other side of the room with his girlfriend in his arms. Out of us all she was by far the clingiest and shyest and no matter what never left Sanemi’s side unless she had to like when he goes to work he had to make sure she has everything she needs in they’re bedroom including his favorite hoodie. Of course her name would be haven like not kidding her name is Haven.

Gyomei girlfriend’s was sitting on his lap talking with him hitting his nose and talking about other stuff and they were giggling Gyomei’s girlfriend name was Kria even tho her name meant killer in Japanese she was she was harmless. A fly would do more damage than Kria she and her boyfriend always did wish he could see her but that would never be enough for the both of them to leave watch other they’re love was pure as far as I know they’re never even had sex.

Giyu’s wife was a chubby girl with black hair with her tips of her hair dyed pink Giyu’s girlfriend was always the adorable cute princess type she was always the most reasonable of the group her name was Chiyo she was so gentle and careful with everyone I can see why Giyu loves her all they we’re doing is standing there and Chiyo trying to calm Giyu down because Giyu really didn’t like how Tengen got lots of glitter in his hair to be honest I always knew Giyu liked them thicker. And I found that so cute I wanted to see how they’re baby would look seeing his wife is 2 months pregnant.

I’m pretty sure you all know Tengen’s girlfriend my bsf and self proclaimed goddess herself Mia. Is just like Tengen but a more crybaby type and will not care if Tengen even kills somebody that sands to her disrespectfully which ofc he wasn’t allowed to do but it happened one time before where he didn’t kill the girl but poisoned the girl that laid a hand on his goddess he got the poison from a guy name Gyutaro and his cry baby sister Ume it worked so fast the girl was in the hospital the next day fighting for her life. Tengen made it clear he puts his lover before anyone else’s worthless life.

Finally there is me and my Kyojuro I’d say we’re a little bit of all of they’re relationship in one but better because it’s us we are so close even if we have our moments when fight.

~~~~~~~well that is over on with the rest~~~~~~

Continuing our conversation we were talking about marriage something I wanted so bad for me and Kyojuro to plan the wedding of our dreams I’m 100% sure he would let me have anything I wanted. I was a bit jealous that Chiyo got married before me but I was also happy for me being the maid of honor. Three years ago at her wedding

After the day out Kyojuro took us home and I wanted to ask him something more sexual than I have before. “Kyo will you fuck my throat tonight?” He looked at me dumbfounded I’d never asked for this before……

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End if chapter 3.

Ik Ik it’s bad 😭

[nctsplug02]

cute fluffy jaehyun 🥰

[4:16pm]

genre: fluff

“ms. y/n, since we have a few minutes left. can we ask questions about you?” a student of yours asks. “there’s nothing really interesting about me but i guess?” you say sitting up in your chair.

“i’m sure we’ll find some new things out today. you will too.” the student winks and you laugh at them.

“anyone wanna start off?” a few hands go up.

“why did you decide to be a teacher?” you hum looking down at the stacks of papers sitting on your desk. “well, i guess it’s because i like teaching kids?” you shrug your shoulders.

“this might be personal but, are you dating anyone? or like married?” you look to the side, eyes squinting as you smile. “she’s smiling!” cheers of teasing sounds come from the crowd of your students.

“am not. just.. thinking of something?” you shrug again but your students don’t take it. “oh you’re a liar! she’s definitely dating someone! look at how her eyes are smiling.” you hang your head down to hide your eyes.

“wait! do you know that mr. matthews has a crush on you?” all of a sudden??

“a crush on me? as if.” you roll your eyes with a soft laugh. “it’s true! in math all he talks about is you.” a voice says.

“oh my god, seriously. like, if someone brings you up then he starts talking about you and then he gets carried away. that’s why we never learn in math.” another voice says.

“well, that’s quite unfortunate for mr. matthews.” the heads of your students along with yours, snap towards the door as a deep voice is heard.

“hello class.” your gorgeous husband bows his head at the class as he greets them.

“wow, he’s so pretty!” voice one says.

“holy, wow he’s gorgeous!” voice two says.

“who is that?” voice three says.

a swarm of compliments is thrown at your husband. the man gets flustered and covers his face with the bouquet of flowers in his hand as he walks over to you.

your students start to tease when he gives you a quick but soft kiss on the forehead.

“everyone,” you call as set the bouquet of flowers down on your desk. “this is my husband.” your students gasp in shock. jaehyun waves and awkwardly fixes his weird standing stance.

“hello, my names jaehyun.” your students go wild again.

“godly, you’re handsome! very very handsome!” a student says which flusters jaehyun again. the tip of his ears turn red as if they were on fire.

you laugh at your husband when he grabs your waist and hides behind you. “he’s a bit shy.” you say while your students coo at the sight.

ringgg~

“there’s the bell! have a great rest of your week, students!” you wave your students off as some leave the class while others pack their things.

jaehyun comes out from behind you and smiles down at you. “do you like the flowers i got for you?” you glance over at the flowers and nod. “i love them. they’re gorgeous,” you look back up at him. “just like you.” he leans down with a giggle to kiss but is interrupted by a student of yours.

“woah, PDA? kidding, have a great weekend ms. y/n and mr. jaehyun!” the students waved before running out the classroom.

jaehyun rests his forehead on yours and shares a giggle with you. “your students are so cute.” you sigh and nod, agreeing with him. “they are.” jaehyun pulls your waist again and lifts your chin with his free hand.

“let’s go, we’ve got dinner reservations at 4:45.” your eyes go wide. “but i haven’t changed! i’m in my work outfit!” jaehyun chuckles and shakes his head. “it’s fine, you still look gorgeous.” he says while grabbing your bouquet of flowers and giving you a kiss on your pouty lips.

“now, lets go.” he says after helping you with your jacket.

[planetsano]

xbox or playstation? 🎮

SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’

A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.

5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.

The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.

“Eren,” You called for him.

Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.

“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.

Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.

Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.

“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.

“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.

“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.

“I am.” He deadpans.

“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.

You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.

One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.

“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.

“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.

It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.

“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.

“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.

“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.

“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.

“Go on then, Get me hard.”

It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.

“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.

“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.

“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.

“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”

Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.

You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.

“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.

“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.

“Clean it.” He says.

You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.

“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’

“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.

“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.

“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.

“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.

“Now get out. I’m working.”

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[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ treat me this way klaus x human f!reader

prompt : you are a friend of klaus’, a human friend. despite knowing him for a long time he treats you like an unloyal, untrustworthy, spoilt imbecile, you’ve only tried to gain his trust and his respect but after all these years you can’t help but wonder if you were only there to listen to his problems.  Tonight was the Mikaelson Ball and Damon had asked you out which obviously turned heads including Klaus’ warnings : swearing “I don’t even know why I was invited, I have to wear a stupid dress for this stupid occasion” I say frustrated with my dress as the door to the Mikaelson Mansion opened up slowly “you live here with them?” Damon whispers in my ear and I nod slowly. The Mikaelsons and I were staying here for a little while, Klaus had this plan about burning the remaining white oak in Mystic Falls and in order to do that he had to distract everyone, including his mother. I could feel the anger slowly bubbling up and the sharp, hurtful words reached the tip of my tongue. How I envied Caroline, the fact that in the small amount of time we were here she was able to suade him, to make him love her with just a glance.

It has taken me over a decade for him to even compliment me, to applaude me for being his therapist and for being able to kill a vampire without looking back, oh I envied her with every single thing in me. “I’m going to get some drinks stay with Elena and Stefan” Damon smiled gently. Damon loved Elena, it was more apparent than Klaus’ affection towards Caroline but Damon felt bad for me, I didn’t need a pity date... but whatever. “y/n” Elijah smiled grabbing my hand gently before kissing it “I expected you to not come at all” he says and I nod holding my purse gently against my hip “well this dress that klaus got me is uncomfortable but its red so I had to wear it somewhere” I groan itching the back of my neck. Elijah and I alway got along, more than Klaus and I anyways. Elijah could tell I was hurt every time I did something for Klaus and he never noticed he could see the smoke flowing out of my ears whilst my face turned red. No matter what I did, Klaus never seemed to notice or care, he would just nod and walk away. I would stare at him with nothing but hatred at the fact he could treat me like any other servant of his, the way he could watch me bleed before even thinking about healing me. It didn’t matter if I killed for him or if I made dinner for him he would never acknowledge even the simplest of acts, it was just the way he treated me. Damon hands my a glass of champagne, I look up at the staircase to see the whole Mikaelson family minus Mikael standing around with drinks in their hands. Esther looking down at her sons and daughter as if they were her pride and joy but everyone knew her real reason of attending. The things I would say to him right now, all the shameful and mean words waiting to be said at the tip of my tongue. But I didn’t speak. I held my breath, watching him look to Caroline in a beautiful blue dress but I knew he could hear me muttering words under my breath. “i wanna choke that smug look off your face niklaus” I muttered watching the smile on his face disappear gave me pleasure, he was waiting for my next words I could tell. He knew I was angry, I could see it on his face. “continue to look at her you fucking knob head” I mutter rolling my eyes before walking out, Damon had a mission of his own so he remained inside listening to the nauseating speech given by mother dearest. The champagne slowly went down my throat washing down all the other words I could say as I look up at the stars trying to calm myself. I only felt anger like fire on my skin. Minutes go by of complete silence, then the clapping... cheering and then the door opens. “y/n what are you doing out here?” the british voice said “klaus I don’t want to talk to you, if the past decade has taught me anything its that I’m always in the shadows never recognised not even by you who was once like me, a human bowing down to an older... if you don’t get the metaphor I mean you were nothing compared to Mikael” I spat at him. “I don’t understand why you treat me like some peasant as if I have done something to deserve such cold words or lack of” I say not facing him “I don’t know why you treat me this way its been fifteen years and nothings changed from the moment I met you” I turn around looking at him. He was waiting to see what I would say next, I felt it. He knew I was furious he could tell because I was the same colour as my dress. “you treat me like a stranger who has taken your family hostage or something, don’t you see all the things I do for you Klaus. the cooking, the cleaning, I’ve gone as far as killing someone just so you could have a town I do all your dirty work just small human a prey of all preys” by this point smoke was bursting out of my ears. “my hand went into multiple chests ripping out multiple hearts, hearts that could have treated me better than you possibly ever could” I lay down on the grass “I only pray every day that you don’t kill me” I breathe out. At this point I had given up trying, he wouldn’t understand anything about this. “do you think that low of me y/n?” he said calmly looking down at me and I nod my head “if I didn’t care about you I would have killed you from the first moment I saw you luv” he smirked sitting down next to me, “if you are blind let me spell it out for you hm?” he smiles looking down to me. “i fancy you luv”

[cottonkendi]

Your Babies | 13

MASTERLIST

Sano Shinichiro x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Crack

Warning: Spoiler warnings

Synopsis: Not so lonely dinner ft. New job

Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

a/n: ayo, just wanted to let you lovelies know that updates will go back to twice a week 'cause i'm busy with school~~ <33

Packing up your guitar, you lightly wipe off the fingerprints on the glossy wood, checking the strings for the last time before putting it back in your case. “Heading home already?” A fellow senior asks you as he cleans his place as well, a rag on his hand as he wipes off the stands and tables.

Briefly nodding, you sling the case over your shoulder, hand carefully settling the guitar. “Yeah, I still have some homework to do at home. Don’t wanna have work piling up since graduation is near. And I also have to cook myself dinner since I’ll be alone again for the entire month.” Humming at your words, Hikaru opens the door of the club room, shoulder leaning on the wall as he waits for you to exit.

“Isn’t that the third time this year? Your parents have been really busy. Don’t you get lonely?”

You merely shrug your shoulders as you check for anything that you might forget. Deeming that you’ve got everything with you, you head out of the room with Hikaru.

“By the way, I haven’t been seeing Sano with you lately. Did the two of you break up or something?”

Scrunching your brows together, you lightly slap his shoulder. “What the hell are you talking about? We were never together.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he starts walking with you out of the school. “Well, I always saw him with you in school and one time, I also saw the two of you in the night market. It just seems like the two of you are pretty close.”

“Please, he’s close with every girl in this school. Probably asked everyone out already.” Reaching the shoe lockers, you carefully change your shoes while Hikaru does the same. “Besides, how could you think that we were dating when he was still actively flirting and going on dates with other girls? I heard that he even got slapped five times 2 months ago ‘cause the girls that he asked out at the time were all cousins or something and found out while they were out shopping for a dress for the said date.” You mused which made Hikaru chuckle.

Finally changing into your outdoor shoes, the two of you start walking out of the school, only a few inches apart as you continue to talk about nonsense. “So, does that mean that Sano has no chance with you?”

Rounding a corner, Hikaru asks you a question which makes you raise your brow, thinking about the possibilities in your mind that you had tried so hard to suppress after that talk with the infamous black-haired boy. Turning towards Hikaru, you shrug.

“Well, with how he is right now, I really don’t think that I’ll even let him ask me out-”

You’re cut off when you feel yourself bump into someone. Looking in front of you, you’re met with no one but after slightly tilting your head downwards, you’re met with the sight of a little blond boy, half-lidded eyes staring right at you as he bows a little. “Sorry, miss. I didn’t see you there.” The cute boy says while scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh, it’s fine. I wasn’t looking in the way either.” Internally squealing at the cuteness of the child in front of you, you kneel down to his height. “Are you okay? Do you need help or anything?” You ask him after noticing the crumpled paper on his hand with a bunch of scribbles.

“Oh, actually miss. I’d appreciate it if you told me how to get home.” Showing you the paper, he points at the scribbles. “My brother wrote the address of his school here but I got lost and now I don’t want to go to his school to give him his phone but I can’t go home ‘cause I forgot the way back.”

“Oh no…” Gently taking the paper from him, you read the familiar address of your school written in a handwriting that you feel like you recognize.

It’s on the tip of your tongue but you can’t quite remember whose handwriting it is.

After a few more seconds of staring at the paper, you give it back to the kid. “Well, do you know the address to your house? Or like a landmark close to it? I’m sure I can help you get home since I’m quite familiar with the place.”

Nodding at your offer, the kid gives Hikaru a suspicious look before walking closer to you and whispering the address into your ear.

“Oh, that’s quite a walk from here but I know where that is.” Offering a smile to the cute boy, you stand up before facing Hikaru. “I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘Karu. Thanks for accompanying me.” You wave at him as he gives you a brief nod, already walking towards his bus stop while you offer your hand to the kid.

“C’mon, we need to start walking if we want you to get home early.” Accepting your hand, the kid starts walking beside you, slightly swinging your hands as he does so.

“I’m Manjiro, by the way. What’s your name, pretty stranger?”

A smile makes its way to your lips at the nickname given to you, adding to the overall cuteness of the blond as you look down on him, free hand lightly ruffling his hair. “My name’s L/N Y/N but you can just call me Y/N. Manjiro’s such a nice name, it fits you well.”

Grinning up at you, Manjiro nods at your words. “I think so too but my stupid brother keeps calling me Munchkin just ‘cause his name is stupid!” Chuckling at the fire behind his eyes when he’s insulting his brother, you can’t help but lightly squeeze his hand.

“As much as I find it amusing to hear you talking bad about this brother that I don’t know about. I don’t think your parents will like it if they hear you calling him ‘stupid’.” You muse as you round a corner, sight locked in a convenience store.

You feel Manjiro shrug beside you, a smug grin on his lips as he looks up. “I don’t have to worry about that since I don’t have parents.” Your body freezes at his words. Steps faltering as you play back what he just said.

Your hold on his hand tightens when you see him carelessly looking around as if what he said was no big deal.

But then again.

Maybe it is no big deal for him.

So, in order to not intrude on his privacy, you decide to just move on. It’s not your place to ask nor do you have the right to know. You’re merely a stranger. Nothing more, nothing less.

“You wanna get some snacks so that you have something to eat on the way home?” Pointing at the convenience store, you’re glad that Manjiro eagerly nods, already pulling you towards the building, not at all bothered by your silence earlier.

A sigh escapes your lips when you feel the cold air once you enter the store, already being lead to the snacks area by a very eager blond child as he inspects the aisle, carefully checking each and every snack that’s displayed on the shelf. It takes him about 5 minutes to finally get 3 chips, a chocolate bar, some flavoured dorayaki and some water bottles. His arms are filled with the snacks as he wobbles towards you.

Helping him put the snacks on the counter, you silently watch the monitor for how much you’re going to pay for the snacks that Manjiro bought, hoping that it will be in your budget since you’re about to go broke for the week due to you quitting your part-time job 2 weeks ago.

You unconsciously let out a sigh of relief when you see that the price is just about in your budget as you take out your wallet. “It will be 1,358 yen, please.” The cashier tells you just as you hand them the money.

Accepting the bag, you let Manjiro pick out a snack while putting the change back in your wallet.

Once done, you lead him out of the store, watching as he takes a huge bite on the dorayaki that looks like it has strawberry filling inside. You quite enjoy watching him eat, looking so satisfied with his cheeks puffing out with every chew.

Noticing your staring, he raises the snack. “Here, you should try some since you bought it! The strawberry tastes really good too!” Forcing the bread into your hands, you reluctantly take a small bite on the side, nodding your head in satisfaction as you hand it back to Manjiro. “Oh! You can work now, right?” Manjiro suddenly asks, big dark eyes staring right at you. Humming in confirmation, you tighten your hold on his arm when he lightly trips on a rock while turning a corner towards the bus stop.

“That’s good! You should work for my grandpa! He says he gives lots of money! I’m sure you’ll like the money and then we can buy more snacks.” Manjiro says though it sounds like he’s talking to himself as he fixes his stare on his dorayaki, nodding at his words as if he’d just solved all of his problems. “If you work for him, I can also see you lots and we can have snack time and we can share snacks.”

It feels like your problems have been answered by a tiny blond kid.

“What kind of job is this? Do you know, Manjiro?”

Turning to you, he nods again. “Yep! Grandpa has a dojo and recently, there’s been a lot of new students so he just needs someone to help with that. I’m not sure though. I only heard about him asking my older brother to do it but my stupid older brother said that he’s too busy so now, grandpa’s been looking for someone else. But I’ll make sure to recommend you! I’ll tell him you’re real nice and treat me good!”

Chuckling at his words, nyou ruffle his hair before wiping the crumbs on the corner of his lips. “Thank you, Manjiro, that’s really helpful, y’know? You’re such a big help and I’ve just met you.”

“Really? Why?” Quirking his head, he stares at you once more as the two of you are finally by the bus stop. Briefly checking the schedule, you’re glad that there’s less than 5 minutes before the next bus arrives.

“Well, I actually quit my job a few weeks ago and now, I don’t have much money since I just finished paying for something really expensive.”

“Eh? Why’d you quit your job then?”

“Hmmm, something… no- someone was making it really hard for me to stay at the job. They were making me really uncomfortable.”

Humming to himself, Manjiro aggressively bites onto the last piece of dorayaki. Chewing on it with his eyebrows scrunched together before he takes a huge gulp of water. After swallowing, he faces you, his hand forming a fist. “You should’ve punched him! Or kicked him! Or I can kick him for you!”

Shaking your head, you place your hands on his cheeks, lightly squeezing as you laugh. “I can’t do that. Manjiro. My boss would have fired me since it was his son doing it. But it’s fine now. I already quit.”

“That’s good. You’re really smart, Y/N, unlike my brother.”

The bus arrives just as you were about to answer. Helping Manjiro up the bus, you lead him to a seat by the window before taking a seat beside him. Once the bus starts moving again, Manjiro takes the chocolate bar from the plastic bag, asking you to open the packaging.

Complying, you thank him when he gives you half of the bar. “What was the expensive thing that you paid for? Was it a motorcycle?” His dark eyes shine so unbelievably bright that it makes you stare just a little bit longer, mesmerized with how cute he looks.

So, with a courteous quirk of your lips, you shake you head. “No, nothing like that. It’s actually a guitar.”

Tilting his head to the side, he eyes the guitar by your side. Noticing it, you shake your head once more. “No, it’s not this one. I have another one at home that I only use when I’m alone.”

“Why? You paid so much for it but you only use it when no one’s looking?”

You can see the confusion showing in his face as he takes a bite from his chocolate. “Well, I didn’t pay for it so that I can show it off. It was more for my own satisfaction. I bought some pieces from foreign shops and got it customized just so that I can play it when I want to.”

“Why?”

Shrugging, you take a bite from your chocolate. “I don’t know... maybe I’ll know in the future why I did that. But for now, I just want to have something to express myself through when I’m feeling like nothing.”

Humming, Manjiro says nothing else, eyes trained on his snack.

Noticing the silence, from the kid, you see him finishing the chocolate in his hands, fingers smudged with melted chocolate. You watch as he lightly licks the corners of his mouth, trying to get the most of his chocolate which makes you chuckle.

Taking out some wet wipes from your bag, you gently take his hands, wiping off the chocolate before cleaning off his mouth and cheeks as well, making sure to make him drink lots of water after. Finishing the drink, he hands you the bottle once more and was about to take another snack from the bag but you stop him.

“Manjiro, why not just eat the other snacks when we get home? You might get sick or throw up during the bus ride.” You warn him while slowly pushing his hand away from the bag by your lap.

Pouting a little, he lets out a huff before agreeing, eyes moving to the window.

You watch along with him before you feel a pressure on your arm. Looking down, you’re met with the sight of Manjiro getting cozy, fixing his position on the seat as he rests his head on your arm before closing his eyes. “We have 10 more minutes right before we get off?” You hear him mumble.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

Unfortunately for you, when the bus did stop at your supposed bus stop, Manjiro would not wake up. So, instead of having to take another bus ride, you decided to just carry him. With your hands under him and his arms wrapped around your neck, you make sure that the guitar by your shoulder isn’t bumping on his head as you start walking towards the familiar dojo that you usually walk by on your morning jobs when you have the time.

Thankfully, it’s not too far from your house. Only a 20 minute walk away which is nice since it’s almost dinner time and you really don’t think you’ll have energy to cook yourself dinner if it were any later.

Adjusting Manjiro in your arms, you let out a sigh of relief when you start to see a glimpse of the big wooden gates along with what looks to be a delinquent.

You slow down on your walk, careful to not let your presence known as the delinquent fixes his black uniform and boots before getting on his motorcycle, shouting something before speeding away.

Making sure that the coast is clear and that there are no other delinquents around, you start lightly jogging towards the dojo, eager to get the little kid home before any more dangers appear now that the sun is just about to set.

Arriving at the wooden gate, you’re grateful that the gates are open and that there seems to be an ongoing martial arts class.

You can’t help but admire the beautiful traditional Japanese garden that they have going on, a little pond by the side, some plants and bamboos decorating the place that leads to the dojo.

Removing your shoes, you step on the wooden floors leading to the open door showcasing the martial arts class, your ears picking up on a deep but gravely voice commanding the students. “That will be all for today! Rest up and make sure to not over-exert! Health is important! Know your limits!”

“Thank you, sensei!” You hear a cacophony of voices shout before a bunch of footsteps pad on the floor, indicating that the class is dismissed. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as you start feeling your shoulder getting sore from the guitar and Manjiro weighing you down.

Peeking inside, you’re met with the face of an old man whose eyes instantly widen at the sight of you carrying his grandson. Walking towards you, he helps you set Manjiro on the floor who instantly starts to wake up. Sleepy eyes staring up at you and his grandpa.

It takes him a few more seconds to comprehend what’s happening but when he does, he starts crawling towards you, arms and legs wrapping around your leg like a baby koala.

“Thank you so much for bringing my grandson back.” An exhausted sigh leaves the old man’s lips, back hunching as he facepalms. “He was supposed to go to his brother but then his older brother got home early and Manjiro still wasn’t here. I’m really grateful that you were able to help him.” The old man bows before standing back up.

He seems kind enough even with the sight of him gently prying Manjiro off of your leg is quite intimidating.

“It was not a problem at all! Manjiro is a sweet kid and I live quite near so it wasn’t a bother.” You assure the older man while eyeing the blond kid who’s still clinging onto your leg.

“If you say so. But to show my gratitude, why not stay for dinner? I haven’t really cooked anything but I did order something so I can assure you that it’s good.” He chuckles after giving up on prying his grandkid off of you.

“Yeah, grandpa knows a lot of good restaurants ‘cause his cooking isn’t good-”

Manjiro gets cut off by his grandpa bonking his head with his fist. Rubbing his head on your leg, he huffs. Looking up at you, a pout makes its way to his face when he senses you about to decline the offer. “C’mon Y/N! You should join us for dinner so we can talk about you working in the dojo!”

At the mention of the job, grandpa’s eyes widens before he offers you a smile. “You’re interested in working as a secretary?”

You can feel your body heating up from both Manjiro and grandpa’s stares.

Though your need for money wins over your shyness instantly when you remember Manjiro mentioning big money. “Uhm, what would I have to do if I work here?” You shyly ask, hand scratching the back of your neck as grandpa motions for you to follow which makes Manjiro uncling from your leg, his tiny hands making contact with your free hand as he pulls you towards what seems to be their house.

Helping you set down your bag and guitar on the floor, grandpa starts speaking. “Well, it’s quite easy. Just keeping track of the logbook, schedules, payments. Nothing more, nothing less. I’d have asked my older grandson but he’s a pain in the neck. Always running off when I need him just so that he can spend time with his gang or his bike.” Shaking his head, grandpa clicks his tongue as he hands you a plate to which you thankfully accept.

“We should eat dinner first then you can come back tomorrow or when you’re free so we can talk about the job, yeah? It’s getting pretty late so you need to head home early after dinner.”

Just as grandpa was explaining, you feel Manjiro guide you to a chair, sitting right beside you with a wide grin on his lips as he starts giving you the utensils and a glass of water.

You thank the both of them as they offer you the different side dishes, both of them bouncing off of each other with every light bickering coming from the grandson-grandfather duo.

It seems that your dinner isn’t going to be lonely after all.

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