#(<- not pictured ven giggling)

[lanternlightss]

thinking about flustered venti again.

[amirasainz]

Hi queen. Can you please write for little alonso one, where she is still pretty young and mostly hanging out with the spanish speaking drivers (please include Franco♥️) and one of the others accidentally uses a english cuss word in front of her and she repeats it. Thank youuuuu.

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💚

La Niña del Paddock

The Formula 1 paddock was always alive with energy, the hum of engines, and the chatter of mechanics filling the air. Today, however, it had an extra spark of excitement. Two-year-old Yn Alonso was in attendance, her tiny form dressed in a summer outfit and her hair in two braids.

Clinging to her father’s hand, Yn looked around the bustling paddock with wide eyes. She was shy, clutching tightly to Fernando's leg every time someone tried to say hello. Not that most of them could converse with her—she only spoke Spanish, and her vocabulary was still that of a toddler.

"Papá, quiero un jugo," she murmured, tugging at his hand. ("Papa, I want juice.")

Fernando crouched to her level, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "Después, mi amor. Ahora papá tiene que trabajar, ¿vale? Carlos te cuidará por un rato." ("Later, my love. Right now, papá has to work, okay? Carlos will look after you for a while.")

Yn pouted but nodded solemnly, her grip loosening as Carlos approached with a big grin. "¡Hola, princesa! ¿Lista para pasar un buen rato con el mejor babysitter del mundo?" ("Hello, princess! Ready to spend some time with the best babysitter in the world?")

Yn tilted her head, studying Carlos. “¿Eres mejor que Papá?” ("Are you better than Papa?")

Carlos laughed, scooping her up. "Por supuesto que no, pero soy el segundo mejor." ("Of course not, but I’m the second best.")

---

Carlos wasn’t alone in his efforts. Franco and Sergio often joined in, creating a small team of Spanish-speaking drivers who adored Yn. Today, as Carlos carried Yn through the paddock, they encountered Checo, who immediately lit up.

"¡Ahí está mi amiga pequeña! ¿Cómo estás, Yn?" ("There’s my little friend! How are you, Yn?")

"Quiero jugo," Yn replied seriously, causing both men to laugh. ("I want juice.")

“Ya veo que sabes lo que quieres,” Checo teased, ruffling her hair. "Ven, vamos a buscar uno." ("I see you know what you want. Come, let’s go find one.")

As they headed to the hospitality area, they ran into Charles, who, while not fluent in Spanish, had picked up a few phrases. He knelt to Yn’s level. "Hola, Yn. ¿Cómo… cómo estás?"

Yn hid her face in Carlos’s shoulder, making Charles frown.

"She is shy," Carlos explained with a shrug. "But you can try."

Charles smiled softly. "¿Quieres… jugo? ¿O… un helado?" ("Do you want… juice? Or… ice cream?")

At the mention of ice cream, Yn peeked out, nodding eagerly. "Helado."

“That was easy!" Charles laughed, standing up and joining the group as they searched for treats.

---

Other drivers began to notice how much time Yn spent with the Spanish-speaking contingent, sparking a mix of amusement and envy.

"Why does she never come to us?" Lando complained to Max, watching as Yn giggled in Franco’s arms.

"Maybe because she doesn’t understand you," Max replied with a smirk.

"But she’s so cute! Look at her little cheeks!” Lando exclaimed. “I want a turn."

“Good luck with that,” Max muttered, though he was secretly curious too.

---

Eventually, Yn’s circle expanded, and she found herself surrounded by other drivers who, despite the language barrier, adored her. George was attempting to teach her a clapping game, while Lewis showed her pictures of his dog Roscoe. Everything was going smoothly until Max stupped his toe and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Fuck," he said, slapping his thigh.

Yn, ever the sponge, tilted her head. "Fuck."

Silence fell over the group. George gasped, and Lewis froze mid-sentence.

"Max," Lando hissed. "What did you just do?"

“It wasn’t my fault!” Max said, panicking. “She’s too quick!”

"Fuck," Yn repeated, smiling as if she’d learned a new toy.

“Nonononono,” Charles said, rushing over. "Yn, don't say that. Es malo. Muy malo." (" It’s bad. Very bad.")

"¿Por qué?" Yn asked innocently, looking up at him. ("Why?")

Checo appeared just in time, his eyes wide as he realized what was happening. "What happened?"

“She heard Max swear,” George explained, flailing his arms.

Checo groaned. "¡Ay no! If Fernando finds out, we're dead."

---

Despite their frantic efforts to distract her with other words, Yn’s new phrase stuck. When Fernando finally returned from his duties, Yn ran to him, arms outstretched.

"¡Papá!"

"¡Mi niña! ¿Te portaste bien?" Fernando asked, lifting her into his arms. ("My girl! Were you well-behaved?")

Yn beamed at him, her tiny voice ringing out. "Fuck!"

Fernando froze. The drivers around them collectively held their breath, some looking ready to bolt.

Then Fernando threw his head back and laughed, a hearty sound that echoed through the paddock. "¡Eres toda una Alonso, mi amor!" ("You’re a true Alonso, my love!")

Checo wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. "We're saved…"

Fernando looked at the guilty group, smirking. "But if it happens again, you all will be to blame."

Yn, unaware of the chaos she had caused, snuggled into her father’s chest, content as ever. And the paddock? They had learned their lesson: don’t teach a toddler new words unless you’re ready to face the consequences.

[tvgals]

sobs 🥹

modern! domestic! miguel! o’hara x black! fem! reader <3

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SCENARIO NO. 1

on your chest laid you and miguel’s beautiful daughter. you laughed airily and ask miguel if he wanted to hold her, why would he say no?

“here you go, my love.” you whisper, putting your fragile daughter in miguel’s broad hands. he wants to cry. he wants to sob and kiss her all over her chubby face. her hair in tufts everywhere, she’s the perfect mix of you two. “she’s so pretty.. ella es perfecta. ya la amo.” miguel coos bringing her up to his own chest. “thank you so much, mi amor.” “of course. you deserve it, baby.”

“mi perfecta esposa e hija. todo mío.” he whispers, kissing you on your forehead, oh so proud of you for bringing this beautiful light into his once dark world. t; “my perfect wife and daughter. all mine.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

your daughter’s bright eyes look at miguel’s, almost identical. he’s on the floor, practically three feet away from your daughter, trying to coax her over to his buff stature. “vamos, mamá. puedes hacerlo.” he says, eyes wide and his hands waving her over, his daughter laughing and drooling. miguel couldn’t help but laugh too. you jog down the stairs to see a picture perfect sight — your husband trying to get your one year old daughter to walk. “hey.” you say, looking at how concentrated your husband was, saying hi back and smiling. “cmon, gabby, cmon.” he waves. she sticks her tongue out and spits, blabbering nonsense. miguel chuckles, turning the tv on to watch the basketball game between the nets and celtics. leaning back on his hands, he’s immersed into the tv almost immediately, not forgetting about you or his daughter.

“weeee!” your daughter giggles, pushing herself off of her hands, wobbling on her chubby legs. miguel looks over and his eyes widen, a smile making his way onto his features. “¡bebé bebé! ¡Ven aquí!” miguel calls you into the living room. you rush in to see your daughter wobbling her way to her father, his arms wide open. once she makes it over, miguel engulfs her in a hug, kissing her on her forehead. “¡Estoy tan orgulloso! tan orgulloso!” t: “i’m so proud! so so proud!”

SCENARIO NO. 3

you didn’t know how to break the news to miguel. would he be mad? would he leave you? no no..he would never. right? this was your thought process while you were mashing the potatoes in a pot, lauryn hill’s low hums ringing throughout the kitchen. “hola hermosa.” says your husband, hugging your around your waist. “hi baby.” you mumble, a sigh leaves your lips.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “just thinking.” you respond. “about what? did something happen?” he inquires, pulling you closer to him. “well…yes. but nothing bad technically. maybe bad for you.” you tell your worried husband, you can feel his lips purse together. “tell me what’s wrong, te estoy suplicando.” he whines, not in a needy or helpless way, but more of a “please i need to know” way.

“i’ll tell you at the table.” you promise, putting a reassuring hand on his. he walks away and sits down in the living room, leaving you with your thoughts. almost an hour later, you announce to him the food is done, handing him his plate so he can eat. you sit down a while later after making your own plate and he looks up at you. “wanna tell me now?” he asks, putting his fork down. you take a deep breath and mutter. “impregnant.” it’s a slur of words he can’t comprehend, so he asks you; “what?” he chuckles at your nervousness.

“i’m pregnant, miguel.” you say, looking down at your food. there’s a beat of silence and you hear miguel sniff. you knew this was a bad idea. “¿en realidad?” he asks. “yes, i’m 100% serious miguel.” you promise, walking over to his side of the table. he brings you over and starts kissing your belly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “mi esposa tiene un bebe! ¡Un bebé perfecto y saludable!” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your stomach. you ruffle his hair and start crying yourself. this is the life you’ve always wanted.

[skylarinfinity]

[m/n, eddie and venom waiting at teacher office, the teacher walk in holding their daughter hand]

m/n: [pull his daughter into his lap and kiss on top of her head] hello my little vigilante [their daughter giggle happily at his father]

eddie: [nervously talking to their daughter teacher] why are you calling us here? is there anything wrong ma'am?

teacher: [sighed] yours daughter really good kid but sometimes her imagination concerning and it's even scaring other kids-

m/n: [pull his daughter closer to him and get defensive] what do you mean by that?

teacher: today we ask the kids to draw their family pictures, and d/n draw her two father, the pets and black goo [handing eddie the drawing] when we ask she keep telling us it's her other parents ven ven-

venom: [take over eddie body] yeah, it's me venom [smiling, the teacher immediately pass out]

m/n daughter: [clapping her hand happily] ven ven!

m/n: [clear his throat] yeah, we need to go now!

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[bahbzxxx]

Serenitea pot shenanigans 3~ Little Whopperflower🦋✨🌺

(Ven ven x reader)

~In which you decide that stealing his bowtie is the best idea ever🎀(TM)~

CW: it gets a little smutty

ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ✧*。

"W-windblume? Windblume! There you are...I've been looking all over for you! I just- "

He stops.

You turn your head innocently, eyes a glimmer and hair gently flowing among the thousand winds.

"hmm..."

To the bard, you're always a stunning sight~ a shade more ethereal than white.

But you've really taken the cake this time~ spoiling him with this sight. Even if it meant you were a little whopperflower at the same time.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hips. "Of course...I see..." He whispers to himself, soft and low.

A few hairs stick to your lips as you tilt your head innocently. You push them back.

"w-whats wrong?" You ask sweetly, trying to maintain eye contact. He naturally notices how your eyes dart to his chest for just a splinter of a moment, and how your cheeks gain a slight hue of pink. At his undone shirt.

You're holding back your giggles. He knows you are. You're batting your eyelashes...you know you're guilty. Every inch of you is riddled with guilt!

Yet here you are...wearing his bow, so beautifully tucked into your locks...feigning innocence.

"W-whats wrong?" Venti asks, playing fake ignorance to match the caliber of your acting skills. But you know that look. That mischevious yet silly smile growing on his face as he closes his eyes.

"Ah, it's nothing, my muse! Ehehe..."

He comes closer, and you turn your head slightly away from him to hide your stifled giggles. He's right behind you now, just close enough to be touching. But not quite yet...

"I just...I can't help but feel I've misplaced something..."

"Oh really?"

You feel Venti's breath now, on the back of your neck. It gives you a rush of butterflies that you try so very hard to conceal from him.

"Oh...yes...I was going to wear it for our stroll tonight..."

"Oh, it's only a stroll, my love..."

"Not on evenings when it's with you, my muse."

You can't help the small laugh that escapes you from that line. It's also so wonderfully comedic hows he's gone from increasingly suductive to pouty within a matter of seconds.

"Hey, what's so funny? It's true!"

"i-im sorry! C-carry on!" You giggle again, and he keeps pouting for a moment before getting back into character.

"so...what is it that youre looking for?" You ask, twirling the bow in your finger. "May I...help?"

His heart pounds out of his chest as you press your back into him. Would he really need to cut the act so short? You really are quite the tease, getting him all flustered...

...

You're being such a whopperflower in so many ways this evening!

"Ah...well...maybe if..." He begins to weave his fingers through your hair gently. You think he's about to take the bow out of your hair at first, but instead, he grips your waist and purrs into your ear.

"mmm...nevermind. I believe I've found it~my little whopperflower~"

"W-whopperflower? What's that me-ahh!"

You squeal as he wraps his arms around your middle tightly, lifting you off the ground and then plopping you onto the ground among the asters. He chuckles devilishly, lapping up the picture before him. What a beautiful sight it is, for his eyes and his eyes alone...wearing something belonging to him so graciously and lovingly. Even though it was stolen...sometimes, you just have to learn your lesson...right?

Immediately, his body is on top of yours, using his weight to pin you down so there would be no escaping his affect- consequences.

He proceeds to lay his love on you, letting his hands roam so freely along your body as he kisses you. Simple kisses on the lips become sloppier until they are no longer just on the lips, but all over your face, your neck, and even getting closer to your collarbone. The cute noises you make just for him fill him with more desire and love, so much so that his body aches from it. He groans against your neck, still trying to press into your body even more. You wrap your legs around his soft waist, eliciting an even stronger reaction from the bard. He chuckles darkly.

"Hm...you're enjoying this too much, aren't you, you little whopperflower..." He teases, his lips and breath brushing against the skin of your neck.

"N-no...what makes you think that?"

"oh?" He lifts his head, his hair brushing against your cheek and tickling you before his turquoise eyes shine in dramatized concern. "Then, pardon me! Since you're obviously not pleased...perhaps I should...hmm...I should go..."

Your eyes widen. You purposely stole his bow just to get this...

When he slowly and dramatically pulls himself off of you, drudgingly, you yank him back down by his collar. His eyes widen for a moment, but they become filled to the brim with lust and mischief within mere seconds.

"Wow, you~ you're asking for it now, you little weed..."

"I'm not a weed! I'm your windblume!" You pout.

"Oh? Are you sure? Positively absolutely sure?" He purrs, and then lovingly caresses your cheek~ the eye of the storm before he gives you your divine punishment.

"yeah!" Oh. That little pout.

"Aw...wonderful." He giggles and closes his eyes. An even denser fog descends upon the area. If you weren't even one hundred percent sure that the two of you had privacy tonight before...

Well...

His cape comes off so delicately. So, so very delicately. His hat, he places on top of it, giving it a few pats. His eyes are still closed. He seems so calm. At divine peace.

He gently, oh so gently, crawls on top of you, his braids gently tickling you in the face. For a little bit, he's looming over you, as if he's waiting for you to do something... His braids still dangling, brushing your cheeks.

You know very well how this works...It's your waiver, a contract between you and your lover...and this is how you sign it~ especially on evenings where he just knew that you may get a little...caught in the storm...

You undo his braids at a largo pace~ painfully slow and gently. You can see the cracks in his smile forming, and he's getting impatient. You giggle, imagining how this will present itself.

"Oh, my Little whopperflower, my sweet, lovely, divine, innocent whopperflower...I have all of the time in Teyvat for your shenanigans..."

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TYSM for reading!!!🦋✨

[vintagegirl01]

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree 🌲 (pt.1)

Jake Lockley x female reader

Summary: When decorating the Christmas tree, things take an interesting turn.

Jake hated how cold it got when it neared Christmas. Frankly, it was a wonder how you seemed to enjoy it so much. The snow was his least favorite about the holiday, seeing how easily it stuck to his clothes and suit.

He crossed his arms, sitting by the fireplace. He was huddled in blankets, looking like a ball on the couch. Jake was a little annoyed to be honest.

The little gleams of red and green did have him a little curious. But he didn’t move from his spot.

Meanwhile, you were decorating the tree.

“Come on, baby! We are supposed to do this together”, you giggled softly.

Jake groaned in response, rolling his eyes. Not that you could see it through the several layers of blankets.

“You’re too excited. It’s just a bunch of Christmas bullshit, and the snow is only going to get worse.”

He complained as he was buried in the pile of blankets.

“But it’s our first Christmas in our house together.” You begin to get insecure. “Am I making a big deal over nothing?”

Jake took note of how your voice softened, and he let out another heavy groan. Seeing you look insecure because of him made him feel horrible.

“Hey, hey, no. Come here.” He opened the blankets he wrapped himself in like a burrito, gesturing for you to come closer.

You stay standing near the tree, thinking he’s just trying to be nice.

Jake caught onto your hesitation and rolled his eyes lightly.

"¡Ven aquí, mami!” He patted the spot next to him. He was using the nickname that he knew you loved.

You blush and giggle before he brings you into his lap, covering the two of you with his blanket.

Jake wrapped both of his arms around you, holding a tight hold. He rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be an ass. I just get grumpy in winter.”

Jake mumbled into your ear before he planted a few kisses on your neck.

“I’m sorry for making a big deal. It’s just… since we moved in together, I’ve been excited to start traditions together.”

Hearing you apologize even when you didn’t need to just made him feel even more guilty. He let out another sigh, resting his head on yours.

“No, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have been so short with you. You haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just grumpy about the cold.”

Jake let one of his hands snake under your shirt, his hand resting on your stomach to give it a gentle rub.

“Aye! Your hands are cold. Maybe you do need to stay in the blankets for a bit to warm up. Or get mittens…”

He chuckled lightly as you pointed out how cold his hands were. He nuzzled his face into your neck, letting his hot breath make contact with your skin.

“I just need you to warm me up,” He mumbled before giving your neck another kiss, this one a little more rougher before his fangs grazed over the sensitive skin.

You giggle. “Hard to believe a guy like you lives for the cuddles of his girlfriend.”

Jake pulled you closer into his chest. He could easily wrap his arms all the way around you. He’d always be fascinated by how much smaller you were in comparison. You fit perfectly in his arms.

“Hey, can you blame me? You give the best cuddles.”He joked as he squeezed you. “Plus, you let me hold you like this. It’s really comfortable.”

“I love our cuddles too. I’m just saying that when we first got together, I never pictured you’d be into me the way I’m into you.”

Jake let his hand gently rub your stomach, his fingers tracing small patterns onto your skin.

“I could say the same as you, you know. Never thought a chica as incredible as you would want a grumpy bastard like me.”

Jake gave your neck another kiss as he continued to mumble into it. “Yet here we are.”

“You’re not a batard. Though you are a bit of a grump from time to time.”

Jake chuckled a little, his teeth grazing over your neck again. He was having a hard time keeping them under control.

“Yeah, and I’ll keep telling you that you’re too good for me.” He mumbled, his breathing growing a little more ragged from being all over you. He was almost tempted to get a little more handsy on you.

“I think you are an amazing boyfriend.”

Jake chuckled again as he kept his face nuzzled into your neck. His other hand, not on your stomach, was rubbing up and down your arm.

“Mm-hm. You better believe it.”

Jake gave you another kiss on the neck before his fangs gently sunk slightly into your skin as he began sucking on it.

You giggle, your fingers beginning to run through his dark hair.

Jake let out a stifled groan as your fingers ran through his hair. He couldn’t help but shiver, leaning into your touch. He nipped at your skin once again before parting his lips from your neck to glance over at you.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he huffed, referring to the way you were playing with his hair. “You know that turns me on, mami.”

“I can’t help it when you do the same to me.”

“Oh? So you like it when I do it?” He asked, feigning innocence, before running his tongue over the marks he left on your neck to soothe the skin.

“Do you like it that much, mami?” He asked again as he gave your stomach a gentle squeeze before pulling you flush against his chest. “You’re always making noise for me when I do it.”

“I imagine what it would be like if you marked me as yours in all the ways that matter.”

A low, stifled growl escaped him as you mentioned the prospect of you being his in every way possible. He pulled you closer to him, and he started planting kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

“You’re already mine, mami. Every last bit of you belongs to me. I just want the world to know that you’re mine.”

Jake started nipping at your skin a little again, wanting to leave some more marks on you.

“Not yet. You haven’t filled me with your child yet…”

You had no idea how badly that statement affected him. He let out another low, deep growl before starting to kiss over your neck a little more harshly, occasionally running his tongue over the skin as well.

“You keep saying stuff like that, I’ll give you a child. Is that what you want, mami? Want me to fill you with a baby?” he teased as his hand started rubbing over your stomach again.

“Can’t you imagine it? A little one conceived from a night of love and passion we share…”

Jake let out another low growl at the thought, and he could feel himself get excited as he thought about the prospect. He had to fight to get that under control for now.

“…I’d love it if you had my baby, mami. We’d have such a beautiful child together, dios mio…” he murmured lowly into your ear, biting down on it.

You smirk. “Help me decorate the tree and I’ll let you breed me…”

His hand on your stomach froze as you made that proposal. He was suddenly very eager to get to work on decorating, and he began to unwrap the pile of blankets he was cuddling you under.

“Mm.. yes, ma’am. I’ll get started right away.”

Jake tried to keep his voice even, but you could definitely hear the excitement in his tone.

“If we’re going to have a little one by next Christmas, we need to develop traditions for him or her to take part in with us. Like decorating the tree, Santa, and so on….”

Jake began to get up as you mentioned having a child by this time next year. A child that was the product of the two of you. He couldn’t help the small grin that had spread across his lips.

“Yes, I think our child will enjoy that… They’ll get to experience their first Christmas with the two of us here, and-“

Jake paused for a moment as he looked over at you.

“How many kids do you want?”

“As many as you want and that we are able to be blessed with.”

He chuckled. “Such a good girl.”

His hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before he finished getting up. He began to grab some of the ornaments.

“Let’s get started on the tree, huh? The sooner it’s done, the sooner I get my reward.”

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Hours of having fun decorating the tree and making love, you and Jake are naked in bed together—drinking hot chocolate.

The two of you were snuggled under the blankets again, sipping hot chocolate from mugs while you were sitting on his lap. You could still feel certain soreness all over your body from the “fun” you had to earn this reward.

Jake had an arm wrapped around you and he was leaning back on some pillows by the headboard. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up.

“…You’ve been quiet too long, mami . What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking how much I love and can’t wait to share our lives together.”

His arm gave you a gentle squeeze, pulling you against his chest again. He gently nuzzled his face into your head, placing a kiss against your hair.

“Me too, preciosa, me too. I can’t wait to experience everything with you.”

Jake took a sip from his own hot chocolate, thinking for a moment as he placed the mug down.

“Actually… I’ve been thinking about something.”

“Oh?”

He pulled you a little a closer before he began to gently rub your arm, his hand running up and down it absentmindedly.

“I’ve been… thinking about the idea of asking you a question.” He mumbled, glancing at you for a moment before he looked down at you in his lap. “I’m not sure if I should ask it, though. I’m not entirely sure what your reaction would be.”

“Ask me… you know we can talk to each other about anything…”

Jake was quiet for a moment as he thought of the appropriate way to ask. How would you react?

“Right.. Yes, you’re right.” He exhaled heavily, looking down at you and meeting your eyes.

“I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about… a certain kind of commitment with you.”

“Oh yeah? We are already happily living together.”

“Right, yes, I know.” He paused for a moment, fiddling with his fingers a little as he began to grow somewhat nervous.

“But, uh… I’ve been thinking about… how permanent our commitment should be…”

“I hope it will be.”

He chuckled, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as he grew a little more comfortable again. He knew you loved him, but he was still nervous about your reaction.

“Yes… I’d want it to be permanent as well. That… is actually part of what I’ve been thinking about. Commitment that’s more.. concrete than just living together.”

You wait for him to continue.

He took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as he braced himself to ask the question he’s been thinking about for some time now.

“I’ve been… wondering… how you’d feel …if I asked you to, uh… to marry me?”

His heart was starting to race. It was very out of character for him to feel so nervous at the thought of something like this.

You’re at loss for words. “I… I… what?”

Jake chuckled again, still trying to stay calm as he noticed your reaction. He wasn’t sure if your reaction was one of surprise or not.

He was quick to try and elaborate on the question, feeling a little sheepish.

“Yes, uh… y-you heard me. I’ve been thinking about- I’ve been thinking about asking you to be my wife.”

You put your mug of hot chocolate on the side table before taking his face into your own. “Jake, you mean that?”

He couldn’t help the shaky grin that spread across his lips as you placed your hands on his face. It was such a sweet gesture, and he leaned into your touch, bringing his own hands up to rest on your forearms.

“Oh, yes… of course I mean it. I wouldn’t joke about something like this” he spoke, his voice a little shaky from nerves. “Is… is that something you think you could want?”

“Yes… I’d love to be your wife, Jake. Though, are you prepared to be with me for life?”

He let out a short laugh as you mentioned him being with you for life. It was such a silly question for you to ask.

“Of course I am… I’m pretty damn certain I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He spoke, moving to wrap his arms around your waist again and pulling you even closer to him.

“Good to know my future baby daddy well be my hubby. Hopefully we’ll be married and with a baby by next Christmas.”

He grinned as you mentioned that. He brought one of his hands to rest on your stomach again and began lightly rubbing it.

“That’s the plan.” he mumbled against your neck, before placing a kiss there. “Having you as my wife, and our child to spend Christmas with. I can’t wait, mami...”

You nuzzle into him, excited for the future ahead of you two.

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[dilfscvm]

Distracted by Pedro Pascal

Be aware that this One-Shot is not suitable for minor audience, please leave this story if you're below 18+, this fic consists heavy smut, and usage of vulgar language.

The reader is female, and a lot younger than Pedro Pascal.

The picture below is edited by me:>>

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There's a trending app that you've been wanting to try, since you've heard that your husband-Pedro Pascal-were well known in that app, so you became curious on how and why he's viral.

That was a month where you tried and fulfill your curiosity. You downloaded the app and learned how to do it. Since you're not as famous as your husband, of course at first you didn't have much followers. Let's just say, no one yet knows about you, since pedro wants his relationship for himself.

But of course, he does want to show you off, bring you to public dates, and do more in public. The problem is, you're the only one special person he has that was not exposed in publicity. Everything about him were known by a lot of people, specially fans. They know every detail of pedro has, he doesn't have issues with sharing stuffs about him, however you're the only one whom he doesn't share with.

He rather have you all to himself, than get asked uncomfortable questions by reporters, get your personal space invade by paparazzi's, and most of all got physically and emotionally attack by a fan.

He doesn't mind sharing, but he knows how the people of the world will react when they'd know that he's married. Maybe some will be happy for him, or otherwise, some will bash his beautiful and amazing wife, he doesn't want that to happen.

Today you filmed yet another video, which is you lip sync a song by thee one and only Arctic Monkeys 'I wanna be yours' one of your favorites actually.

Let's just say you're a lot younger than your husband, twenty-eight actually, but still 'looking young and fresh' as pedro compliments you. You act like a teenager, while you think mature. Of course you can be a lot.

The thing is, before you posted a video you show it to your husband, to get approval if you could post it. Well he doesn't mind though, he always tell you that. But you want for him to see it, because you know he won't download the app and watch you.

"Cariño, ven aquí." Baby, come here. You heard pedro calls from the living room. You're at the kitchen, getting some snacks because you two will watch 'scandal' together.

"Paciencia, guapo, the popcorn's almost done." Patience, handsome, the popcorn's almost done. You answered, as you place a two cans of soda in a tray along with the chips as you waited for the popcorn to finish.

"Be quick, cariño, I want to cuddle." it almost sounded like a whine, he's rather touchy and cuddly today. Well you can't blame him, it's raining outside and he doesn't have a work. All's looking perfect.

"Okay, okay coming!" you giggle while putting the popcorn in a bowl. You placed it beside the soda and chip. You carried it both to the living room, where your husband's impatiently waiting for you.

"Here you go, baby." you give him the tray of foods, he set it on the table beside him, as he was about to pull you in, you walk off leaving him pouting at you.

"Heeeeyyy! Dije ven aquí." I said come here. he grunts reaching you. You giggle and get your phone before you come back to him.

"You're being so touchy tonight, what's up, baby?" you sat down beside him a'd he didn't waste anymore time to pull you closer to his chest. Making you more curious about him being attention seeker all day. You look at him, and sees his eyes close. He shook his head 'no'.

"Nothin', just wanna spend all of my free time to be close to you." he said, you only smiled at him and let your body relax against his.

This is what you want. What you longed for. Pedro, just staying with you at your home, while you take care of him. Just to have a simple life. But of course, he's an actor who's very famous and sexy. You can't blame him, he's really good at what he's doing.

"Me gusta mucho esta serie, cariño." I really like this series, honey. Pedro broke the silence as you two focused on the TV series you were watching. You hum in agreement, also nodding your head.

"I agree, Me encanta, Kerry Washington, tanto. Es una buena actriz, debo decir." I love, Kerry Washington, so much. She's a good actress I must say. You agreed. You felt him move making you look at him and he's already looking at you.

"Cariño, mi mano está fría. ¿Puedo ponerlo en tu pecho?" Honey, my hand is cold. Can I put it on your chest? he asks so gentlemanly, yet teasingly. You giggle and nodded at him. He circled his right arm around your waist, before he put his hand inside your shirt to cup your bare breast. You let out a rather shaky breath, feeling his cold fingers gently grip your right breast. "Dios mío, tu pecho se siente tan cálido, mi amor." Oh my God, your breast feels so warm, my love. His breath heaved.

"Eyes on the TV, señor" you smiled at him, and he just chuckle, pretending his friend's not stirring awake.

"Okay, hun." he smiled and leaned down to kiss your lips. You hum against it and return your attention back to the TV. But his hand were working on its on, squeezing your breast softly, while he will gradually play with your nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb, rolling it wetween them. You're actually okay with it, for so long that you've been with him, you become used to it. But still, sometimes you will gasp and sigh when he will tug it a little hard.

A few minutes later you heard your phone pings, means you've got a notification. You grab it to look at the notification. It's your tiktok. Pedro averted his eyes to your phone.

"You're quite popular there, baby. The last time I checked you only have like two-thousand plus followers." he said placing a kiss on your head that were well rested on his shoulder. You chuckled at him shaking your head.

"Yeah, I've gained a lot recently and I don't know why I did." you laugh, checking some comments on your recent upload. "Wow, eleven thousand likes, that's.. A lot." you gasp, can't believe at what you're witnessing.

"Well that is because you're a beautiful woman, exquisite, lovely, attractive, sexy woman." he whisper lowly at you. You look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Sé lo que está haciendo, Sr. Pascal." I know what you're doing, Mr. Pascal. You said with a knowing tone. He chuckle at you, brightening the mood with wide smile that you loved so much.

"No estoy haciendo nada, cariño." I'm not doing anything, baby. He giggles making you giggle also.

"You need to behave, yeah?" you whisper at him, his eyes slowly went to your lips, his smile were fading, you can see his eyes getting much darker.

"¿Qué harías si no me comporte, cariño?" What would you do if I wouldn't behave, baby? He whisper, rather lustful. You shook your head and put a finger on his mouth.

"I want to enjoy the show, babe.." you said.

"I want to enjoy you." he squeezed your breast a little harder making you whimper, your hand went to his handful hand that's squeezing your breast and try to take it off. "Don't try." he warned. You sigh in give up and turn your eyes back at the television, not giving him what he wants. And soon he gave up but kept his hand on your breast, still enjoying your warmth.

Soon after, you started another episode and pedro seems to behaved himself while fondling your breast like a child, but you let him do it anyways. Another ping was heard on your phone and you went to check it. Well you just reached twenty thousand likes!

"Babe, would you like if we record a video together? Promise I won't show your face. People won't notice anyways."

"I need thousand bucks for that, cariño." he teasingly said.

"Hm'kay, if that's what you like." you agreed, pedro laughed and shook his head.

"Solo bromeo, mami, solo quiero que tu apretado coño envuelva mi polla." Just joking, mommy, I only want your tight cunt wrap around my dick. Need laced his voice, you almost let out a whimper at his arousing dirty talks.

"Podemos grabarnos mientras estamos en eso, papi." We can record ourselves while on it, daddy. You know to yourself that you're joking, but it seems like pedro is not in the mood for jokes. List engulfed him.

"With pleasure, Conejita." Bunny. and with that, you're now straddling his lap as he push your panties aside and removes himself from his confines, he aligned your cunt with the tip of his cock before sinking you down on it with a erotic grunt. "Tan jodidamente apretada... ugh shit!" So fucking tight. He moans when you clenched around him, the sounds he's generating making it more harder for you to keep your voice down also. Meanwhile, pedro doesn't care about anyone who might hear him. He moans like a slut, and you fucking loved it.

"Dios mio, por favor, papi! Make me cum with that enormous cock." Oh God, please, daddy! you moaned against his ear, he sucks hard on your collarbone, biting on it as he moans aloud.

"Yeah? Y'like that hm? I know you fucking do, bounce! Bounce on my. DICK!" He yells through his gritted teeth, He can't keep his mouth shut.

"Papi, Y-you need to minimise your voice. The n-neighbours..." you tried to reason but he quickly grab on to your waist and help you fuck him relentlessly.

"'Don't fuckin' care, darling. te arruinaré." I will ruin you. Your eyes rolled back through your closed eyelids as you bounce on his cock. Pedro keeps chanting your name like a spell. He even smiles and tell you how lucky he is to have you bounce on him like his personal whore. Everything he says makes you more and more wet.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" he moans as he threw his head back, you announced that you're as close as he is, and not even a second you're now below him as he pounds on you, rough.

"Shit, fuck AHHH!" and with another thrust you come on his cock, he keeps thrusting until he pumps his milk inside you. Painting your walls with his semen. "Hmfuck.." you smirk while pinching your nipples, watching pedro breathe heavily as his tired eyes look down at you. He slaps your hands aways from your breast before diving in one of them, sucking and nipping it before moving to the other one.

"Gracias mi encantadora, me haces tan jodidamente feliz" Thank you, my lovely, you make me so fucking happy. He murmurs-almost unbearable to hear-between your breast.

"Gracias también, mi amor, te quiero mucho." Thank you too, my love, I love you so much. You smiled down at him, he looks up at you with that cute smile that always drives you crazy. He then leans upwards to give your lips a loving kiss.

"Open your phone, we're too lost pleasuring ourselves that I forgot my promise to you. Go on, I'll just Bury my big head between this sweet neck of yours and No te preocupes, no voy a mostrar mi cara. Y por favor, no expongas demasiada piel tuya. Esto es solo para mi vista. Understood?" Don't worry, I won't show my face. And please don't expose too much skin of yours. This is for my eye sight only. He naughtily smirked at you, which makes you giggle and shook your head.

After choosing a music, you started recording. It's a lipsync video with the music "Can't Remember To Forget You" by Shakira. Only a little part of it though, starting to the 'I rob and I'll kill to...' sentence. And as he said, he only buried his face at your neck while listening to the audio that was playing. He would randomly place kisses on your neck, grunting softly because of your hold on his hair. Ruffling and combing it with your fingers.

"Thank you, love." you kiss his forehead, he smiles weakly, feeling his exhausted eyes getting much heavier as it tries to close.

"You're always welcome, mi amor. I love you." he whispers against your neck, slowly drifting to sleep. You whispered back at him, telling him to sleep. And before you knew it, both of you were deep in slumber.

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐜𝐯𝐦

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[tremordusk]

WIP on Sunday for me!

“Nicky, ven aqui!” Rio calls out to her son, at the foot of the stairs. She’s checking her watch every few seconds, urgently waiting for her son to make it down the stairs. “Nicky, it is your first day of middle school! I want to take some pictures and get you there on time!” 

“Esta bien, Mami, estaré allí en un momento!” Nicky makes loud footsteps as he jumps down the stairs excitedly with his backpack in hand. When he reaches the end he crashes into Rio’s embrace, a giggle escapes her as she ruffles his curly black hair. 

“Mi hijo, stand by the door and I’ll take your picture.” Rio directs him towards their doorway where there is a blank space. 

“Mami, do we have to?” Nicky rolls his eyes playfully. “You do this every school year!”

“Las fotos son para el libro de recuerdos.” Rio chuckles. “Now hold still, and smile!” He blows a raspberry as she snaps the first photo, but after a couple more photos her smiles with a big toothy grin. 

tagging ( @verybreadmoon @aperfectlylesbian) go for it if you want!

wip Wednesday!

tagged by the @everybodyknows-everybodydies, tysm!

Due to time difference, this is a wip thursday but here, have a little flirting between my MC and her love interest, as a treat :

Aelia rigole légèrement. -       Ah oui, en fait j’étais ton projet test ? -       Bien évidemment, répond Ahez d’un ton taquin. Pourquoi crois-tu que j’annonce la création de la caravane juste après que tu retrouves tes pouvoirs ? C’est évidemment car tu étais mon prototype. -       Sache que j’apprécie beaucoup être ton prototype, déclare Aelia, prise d’un accès de courage soudain. Ses joues chauffent immédiatement et elle baisse le regard, se mordillant la lèvre alors que la peur d’avoir dit une bêtise s’empare d’elle. -       Oh vraiment ? Tu aimes quand je teste des choses avec toi ? Cette fois-ci, le cœur d’Aelia s’emballe tout à fait et elle hoche simplement la tête, incapable de former une réponse cohérente ou intelligible. Dans sa tête, l’intensité du regard d’Ahez, la chaleur de son corps et la façon dont ses lèvres bougent quand elle parle ont remplacé toutes capacité de réflexion. Elle lâche sa main pour récupérer une de ses perles et jouer avec l’une des perles qui l’entoure, espérant que le geste suffise à lui rendre sa contenance. Le sourire entendu d’Ahez lui fait comprendre que non. Cette dernière pose ses mains sur ses hanches et la rapproche doucement ; sa respiration chatouille Aelia. Elle lâche sa tresse mais ses mains flottent inutilement à ses côtés. Elle ne sait pas quoi en faire. Ahez rigole dans un souffle et les prends pour les mettre sur ses épaules, avant de reposer les siennes dans son dos.

Approximate translation by DeepL :

Aelia laughs slightly. "Oh yes, I was actually your test project?" "Of course," replies Ahez teasingly. "Why do you think I'm announcing the creation of the caravan just after you've regained your powers? Obviously because you were my prototype." "I just want you to know that I really appreciate being your prototype," says Aelia, suddenly overcome by a burst of courage. Her cheeks heat up immediately and she looks down, biting her lip as the fear of having said something stupid takes hold of her. "Oh really? Do you like it when I test things with you?" This time, Aelia's heart races and she simply nods, unable to form a coherent or intelligible response. In her head, the intensity of Ahez's gaze, the warmth of her body and the way her lips move as she speaks have replaced any ability to think. She drops her hand to retrieve one of her pearls and plays with it, hoping that the gesture will be enough to restore her composure. Ahez's knowing smile tells her it won't. Ahez put her hands on her hips and gently pulls her closer, her breathing tickling Aelia. She lets go of her braids but her hands float uselessly at her side. She doesn't know what to do with them. Ahez laughs under her breath and takes them and puts them on her shoulders, before resting hers on her back.

Obligatory "It's a wip so it's not perfect and needs editing and rewriting" mention.

Tagging @hemerae-ramblings, @saecookie and @bourbon-ontherocks if you feel like doing this !

[whatstheoccasion]

teasing gojo headcanons

a/n: this has been living in my mind rent free throughout all of february/march and it's finally peaked ��

nsfw under the cut! minors please do not interact.

gojo x afab gn!reader.

tags/warnings: nsfw, use of sex toys on m, public foreplay (gojo is fully clothed tho), switch gojo, switch reader, soft degrading. cursing. brief phone sex. mentions of rough sex, cunnilingus. reader masturbating. afab gn!reader= no pronouns, but reader has female genitalia. this is filthy but still vanilla. if i'm missing any tags please lmk!

word count: 1,3k.

masterlist — playlist

️️Satoru Gojo, who's all teasing smiles and cocky remarks with everyone he meets, truly believing he's always the smartest and strongest person in the room, is absolutely losing his shit right now.

He already thinks he's insane for letting someone else take literal control of him like this, from afar and hearing every one of his moves like a hawk. He's torn between thinking this trust is too much, that you're getting too close to comfort for him and he's not only letting it happen, but encouraging it– and then he thinks that this is just another experience, that's not as deep as he thinks, that he could laugh and forget about it the next day.

He walks tall in the middle of the busiest Tokyo street, fancy black leather mask covering a heart shaped gag ball, the tiniest bit of spit shining on the corners of his mouth.

A sultry giggle on his ear sends shivers down his spine, and he's alert again, aware of his surroundings.

He quickly looks around– people walking their dogs, getting out of their jobs and loud friend groups are naively walking around, none of them are you. He lets out a sigh, heartbeat arising louder than the cars passing by. Who is he kidding? He couldn't forget about you even if he tried.

The gag is a lovely shade of baby blue, one that rivals his pretty eyes, and it's a sight that makes butterflies flutter nervously in his stomach.

It matches his cock ring deliciously, one that has a jewelry string attached to one side, diamond so cold to the touch that causes Gojo to falter his steps whenever it vibrates, meets his heavy balls.

He pulls his hood all the way up. It's cold outside, but it does nothing to lessen his erection or clear his mind. He feels dizzy, eyes losing focus behind his glasses, from the pleasure and pain of having his hard dick taped to his body.

"It's to hide it better, 'Toru." You told him this morning after kissing him dumb, delicate hand against his naked chest, you lean into him. "Don't want no hasty interruptions, do we?"

Swallowing is hard, saliva pooling in his mouth and surrounding the toy, but he's trying his damn best to keep his lips pressed together, and pushes through. He continues to walk, simply passing by innocent bystanders with a raging erection hidden on his pants.

He hears you giggle on his earphones again, surely you noticed how he's trying to avoid touching people as subtly as he can, and he hates that he can't reply with anything coherent anyway.

Gojo's veins feel like fire burning his body up, he's picturing you laying on your bed naked, phone on call with his and sweet, syrupy eyes enticing him.

You tease him. "Sucks being tall and big now, huh?", and he recognizes your low tone. It's the one tone you're not aware of, voice dripping honey whenever you're this turned on. "Can't blend in with the crowd, not with your height."

He focuses on the sound, forgetting the words you say. It rubs his ego the wrong way, even if his throbbing dick betrays him.

Gojo would kill any curse a hundred times over if it meant he could reply to you right now, saying something– anything that'll make you shut up, but he knows talking is useless at the moment.

So he continues to walk, abs clenching with every step, but the convenience store is finally on his sight. "What's the matter, 'Toru? Can't keep up?"

Gojo walks into the shop with your voice resounding on his head, ignores with a scowl the small talk the vendor tries to make, and walks out.

He squeezes the bag of Lays, finding stupid how much into this he is. How he wants to pull down his mask just a little bit, to make that man and everyone in Japan realize what's actually going on with him, how there's someone out there who's touching themselves to this, to him. How sticky his boxers feel at the sound of your voice, at what you're doing to him.

Gojo's bites the inside of his cheeks when you tempt him, body tense but mind hazy. Telling him to lick the ball, play with it like how he does it to your clit, your nipples.

He stops in his tracks, food already in his hands, when the tide breaks and he suddenly remembers how he can tease back.

Sure, he's now vulnerable and turned on and you're not there, but he was only in this position because you brought it up. This is your kink he's experimenting, surely you are as horny as he feels right now.

So he tests it out, mumbling, adding a special whine to his tone. It's incoherent but loud, he makes sure of that.

He hears a gasp– one, two seconds, and you stop giggling.

He smirks while listening to your own heavy breathing on his ears. For a moment, he swears he feels it damp his ears.

"Try to keep quiet. We don't want to get caught, baby."

He moans again, louder. This time your nickname falls from his lips, and he thrives to push all your buttons. Just thinking about going home to you, the deliciously sloppy wet sounds of your pussy under the fast movement of his fingers, his tongue, the cute way you moan his name when he's pleasing you like no one else could. Like no one else will.

He really needs to go home. People have started to notice something was up. The swell of his boner is barely, painfully hidden, but his precum is starting to– God, he'd be blushing if he were anyone else– wet the front of his pants.

But he can't give up just yet. He walks a little faster, but his mind is running. He's thinking about what you'll do to him once he gets home, how you'll tease until all he can think about is you, your name and body as close as any religion has ever felt for him.

His high moans turn into low ones, genuinely deep within his chest. Gojo salivates at the thought of you bouncing on his cock, your sweet ah-ah-ah's loud in the room, desperate hands gripping his shoulders and naked thighs wiggling on top of his hips, jumping on his wet dick like you're possessed.

He thinks about you sitting on his face, chastising him for teasing you back– puffy clit smooth yet hard, so warm on his tongue. Gojo thinks about sucking it, licking it, gently scraping his teeth around it, sucking again. He wants to abuse the pretty pink nubble.

He pants thinking of your dripping hole, pussy throbbing on his chin, sticky cum all over his face. He wants you to jump on his dick until the slaps hurt his sensitive balls, until cum drips out of you and onto his thighs. He wants to hump you from behind, naked pussy wetting his clothed dick, ass rutting fast against him until you make him cum in his pants. He wants you to bite and scratch and mark him, make it hurt. He wants to make a mess out of you.

He wants to eat you. He wants to fuck you, the thought making his steps speed up towards your house.

Your face heats up hearing his moans through your speaker, heart beating frantically. You take one hand to your nipples, touch feather-like on them at first and then pinching, trying to keep your own moans in.

Your pussy throbs between your thighs, and you put a pillow between them, shamefully rutting on it. The faint beating of your cunt against your ruined underwear begging for Gojo's hands, face, dick. Begging for Gojo.

Curse him. He was supposed to be the needy one, not you. You somehow find it in you to tell him just that. "You're gonna get it now, Satoru. I want your ass here now."

Gojo is already outside, but he smirks, mouth dripping wet past his mask. Yeah, he wants to see that go down.

[jangmi-latte]

@ven-tii: Hello darling ☺️💕 May I request a Vil Schoenheit x reader? It’s their wedding night, and he makes it the most magical at the wedding. Like what it would be like there and if he sweeps her off her feet or something? then their sacred time together in the night? Reader is female please~ Tysm if you do this 😚 We stan for Vil

❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 ❞

➻ content: VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL

➻ warnings: slight nsfw

➻ comments: i have been dying to write this :DD and you requested in your old account lette so i had to redo the tag 💨. hope you enjoy 💞 and yes we have a new format!!

➺ You know those wedding trailers you would see during receptions? Well, you won’t be surprised when your and Vil’s trailer would look like something out of a movie. Your cameraman would be none other than Rook, of course. It’s probably one of the best parts when being at Vil Schoenheit’s post-marriage party.

➺ Surely, Vil loved the attention from others, but this life-changing event is something he would want to have in private. Only his and your friends and family are allowed to come. The paparazzi won’t even know when the marriage happened. They’ll just be surprised Vil’s already married. 

➺ The waltz you and Vil practiced had a little backstory. It was the waltz Vil taught you back when you were still in Night Raven College. Who knew you would eventually use it in the future? Both your legs already memorised the steps. Your confidence was seen through your features as you and Vil looked at each other. It was perfect.

➺ Rook was probably smiling/capturing the moment at the sidelines. Being Vil’s cameraman AND best man was an honor. Of course, he would want his friend’s marriage to be captured in the best-- no, tres bien ways possible.

➺ Vil’s happiness was off the roof at that moment, but the most beautiful thing he has ever seen was you dancing with his father. Only a few knew Vil and his father were close. He was very important to him. Seeing two of his favorite people get along, let alone have the other be part of his family, was something Vil would cherish forever. Rook was able to catch his award-winning and never dying smile from the sidelines as he watched you enjoy yourself being around your father-in-law.

➺ Please, dancing with your mother was something he loved too. He’s very thankful that this woman was the same woman who gave her daughter’s hand to him. He remembered how hard it was to please her, and damn was it worth it.

➺ Oh, you know that tradition where the groom has to remove the bride's garter from her leg? Vil can be sly and teasing when he wants to. Hands? Jokes on you, he'd use his teeth. Please, he looks handsome and gorgeous just looking at you while pulling down on the garter from your thigh. The camera angles, Rook's got it all prepared. It was seductive.

➺ Are you still alive at your own wedding? No. 

➺ While you sat there being red and possibly having a nosebleed, Vil would just smirk at you with those kissable lips of his while tossing the garter with his back turned. Damn, he knew he was your weakness.

➺ But, that wasn't all. Okay, you wanted the night to be memorable, yes? He might've seduced you on the garter pulling part, but his dance lessons with you were going to be used. You love how both Rook and Epel hid you from Vil's sight while you and your bridesmaids helped you get dressed into one of the sexiest (but presentable) outfits you bought behind Vil's back.

➺ So while Vil was persuaded to sit on the front of the stage in confusion, some slow and sensual song played in the background. The way the audience cheered and clapped while he folded/bit on his lip brought a different aura to the room. When you popped out on the stage in that tantalizing outfit, oh boy, Vil was melting. Calm and composed is he on the outside, but his heart was beating so fast on the inside, his grin was boosting your pride.

➺ You danced with your bridesmaids and maid of honor and Vil’s eyes were only glued on you. When did you have the time to escape the preparations and practice this seductive dance number? He loved your confidence. He saw you grow ever since school days and now you’re Mrs. Schoenheit. The wife of Vil Schoenheit. 

➺ When you sat on his lap while grinning, (please, even if you wanted to seduce Vil on your wedding day it was fun seeing his bashful reaction) and he kissed the corner of your lips, you knew he too had something in store. This, this is the Vil the public eye can’t see. Now you know why he wanted this event to be in private.

➺ Okay, your dance number was over, and now it’s another dance with Vil. This time, it was his turn to ‘unintentionally’ seduce you. You know how he loved to be the center of attention -- with you included -- and the night was barely over. He had you blindfolded while you teasingly touched you E V E R Y W H E R E. It was a dance of trust, he made sure you didn’t fall but his hands-- holy shit. 

➺ It was the night you two are finally as one, of course, Vil’s going all out, let him be.

➺ After the sexy dance number, Rook was already nudging the groom, whispering, “What are your plans for the honeymoon, Roi du Poison?” he chuckled. PLEASE THE SMIRK THESE TWO SHARED--

➺ After the reception was over, pictures were taken, conversations shimmered down, and now it was time for some private moment between the bride and groom. It was somewhere near the Land of Pyroxene yet closer to the Rose Kingdom. You expected it to be some grand hotel or beach but it was actually near the mountains and a simple cottage where no cameras can bother the both of you.

➺ Tired? More like turned on. After you both entered your room, you quickly laid on the bed. Taking off your heels and undoing your hairdo. Who are we kidding? Scented candles would light up thanks to Vil’s magic. 

➺ You would be giggling to yourself while you opened your eyes. Your cheeks would be tinted red while you watched Vil slowly strip himself with his back turned to you. First with his royal blue tux dropping to the ground, then his black vest, his white shirt, then… his luscious back. 

➺ “You’re taking too long,” you would complain while you stood back up. 

➺ “Oh, have you forgotten that I like to take my time?” He teased as he approached you. His arm wrapping around your waist while the other undid the ties of your dress from behind. His lips would steadily press and trail down your neck, your dress going loose and falling to your feet.

➺ All those seducing you did, that was just part of the fun. Vil would take it slow and sensual. This night is very important to him. You’ve both done well during the growth of your relationship and that day was the start of something new.

➺ You have entrusted your whole life to him when you said “I do” and he did as well. That kissed you shared after he lifted your veil sealed your new last name. A new last name, a new beginning.

➺ Lips landed on soft skin, hands roaming where only the both of you are allowed to touch, names mewling only the other would hear, what else could Vil ask? Right under him, was the beauty he helped you grow. And he? Well, you helped him build himself more. 

➺ The very heartwarming sound you released that night was his name, and an “I love you” after he finally marked you as his. 

➺ After your sweet moment, the candles died out and now you both were just cuddling under the sheets. Vil was tired and so were you. Surprising at it may be, Vil nearly fell asleep with his makeup on if only you didn’t remove them yourself with the little energy you had left.

➺ PLEASE IMAGINE WAKING UP NEXT TO VIL WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE BEING BARE AND RELAXED. y/n, you are one lucky wife.

➺ Magicam would be surprised a few weeks later with Vil’s new post having, “Mrs. Schoenheit” as the caption and the picture of the two of you having a small picnic date within the meadows. The public shall not know more than that.

[wait-still-rendering]

Parents in Theory by hanasinspring aka wait-still rendering part four of chapter one - ending

“It’s not like that, Ven.”

“Mhm.”

“It’s not!”

Ventus has draped himself over the couch, flipping through a magazine about video games. Terra knows it was a mistake to tell his younger, adoptive brother but he can’t help it. When he comes in the house, the girls are already talking about Aqua and Kairi and Ven looks at Terra, a grin forming on his face as the girls ramble on. When the girls head into the other room, Ventus shoots Terra a pointed look and then the explanation comes pouring out. 

“So, you like her?” Ven asks, waggling his eyebrows. 

“I barely know her.” Terra peels off his jacket before unceremoniously throwing onto the nearest chair.  “Besides, she could have a boyfriend or girlfriend or something.”

“Did she mention one?”

“No.”

“Did you ask?”

“No. You know I don’t like to pry into people’s personal lives.”

Ven sits up right and puts his magazine down. “Did you at least get her number?”

There is an uncomfortable silence before Terra mutters, “Yes.” This catapults Ven into a million questions, half of which Terra can’t answer. 

-x-

“So you like him?” Tifa asks as she washes dishes. 

“And he might like you?” Aerith is sitting at the table drinking coffee despite the fact that it is four in the afternoon. Kairi is seated next to Aerith playing with her new dolls Aqua got at the store on their way here. “Look at you go, Aqua! Giving him your number. Ooo,” Aerith says, propping her elbows up on the table. 

“I-It’s not like that. You’ve got it all wrong. Kairi needs some friends to play with, that’s all!”

“Uh-huh,” Tifa and Aerith say in unison. 

“You think he’s cute.” Tifa picks up the last of the dishes and puts it in the dishwasher.

“Super cute.”

“Stop it, you guys,” Aqua groans. “I mean, he is kinda cute, but I have a kid to focus on now. See?”

The two women shake their heads. Aqua’s been friends with Aerith and Tifa since college. She remembers growing up lonely, not a single soul to play with and then college came and her lonely days were over. She sips on the water Tifa gave her, looking toward Kairi as she plays with her dolls. It must be so hard for the kid. One accident and two people gone. At least Kairi knows she’s  loved. Aqua can’t say the same for herself. She shakes her head. No, it’s wrong to think like that. She’s plenty loved. 

“It’s not the right time,” Aqua explains.

“It’s never the right time,” Aerith chimes in. “Remember when I met Zack? I was a complete mess.”

“Pre-Zack days were a trip.” Tifa shuts the dishwasher and puts the towel down near the sink. “I remember that time you drank five glasses of wine and freaked out Leon.”

“What can I say? He had it coming.”

Aqua giggles, looking back to Kairi to make sure she isn’t listening in. Maybe they shouldn’t be talking about drinking in front of a child, especially since children listen. Aqua knows she did. 

She takes another sip of her water, looking about Tifa and Aerith’s apartment. It’s nice and cozy and a nice reprieve from the outside world. Aqua isn’t quite sure how to talk to Kairi yet although she babysat her as, well, a baby. Over the years she got too busy with work to do much outside of it and now she has a kid and the stress really likes to set itself in at times like these. 

Kairi’s sweet voice wafts through the air as she continues on with her stories about a lost princess attempting to find her way home again with the help of her new friends. 

The three friends continue to chat, Aqua helps with the cooking as she figures it might be nice to have dinner with a few other companions. She hopes this makeshift for the night helps Kairi feel more at home.

-x- 

“Uncle Ven,” Naminé starts, “does Terra like her?” She sits next to him, leaning over his shoulder to see his picture.

“Like who, kiddo?” Ven looks up from the picture he’s drawing. 

“Aqua.”

“I dunno. Maybe.” He laughs. “I’ll give you two bucks if you go and ask him.”

“Deal.”

before

next

[phoenix-downer]

Spring Birthday

After Sora’s return, Naminé’s friends celebrate her birthday with her. While her early days were lonely, her life is very different now, and she treasures each new memory with the people dear to her heart.

~1650 words. Post-Kingdom Hearts III and Melody of Memory. Gen, Friendship, Fluff. Naminé POV. Written for @naminezine​, and the banner art is by the lovely @somniumars​.

“Naminé, when is your birthday?” Kairi asked over breakfast one day, scones with jam and clotted cream, served with a hot cup of tea for both of them. They liked to visit this cafe together at least once a month. It had outdoor seating, and the weather was finally warm enough again for them to sit outside with light jackets. 

Naminé stopped buttering her scone for a moment and frowned. It was a simple enough question, and yet she found herself unsure of what to say. 

“Well, I suppose it was the day Sora released his heart to save you,” she said at last. “But as glad as I am to be alive, it feels strange to celebrate that day, considering what happened.” 

“I understand,” Kairi said softly. “Are there any other days you can think of?”

Naminé paused once more and thought as Kairi sipped some more of her tea. The only other day she could really think of was… 

“The day of my rebirth. It was spring on Radiant Garden. The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming, and the weather was perfect.” She sighed happily at the memory. “I’ll never forget what it felt like to walk outside for the first time in a body of my own.”

“Then why don’t we make that your birthday? I know we technically missed it last year, when we were all searching for Sora, but it’s coming up here soon.” 

“Sure, that sounds nice.” Naminé put one more cube of sugar in her tea to get it to just the right sweetness, then added a little more cream and stirred. “I’ve never really thought about having a birthday of my own before.”

“Well, you deserve to have one,” Kairi said with a determined glint in her eye. “You’re your own person. Always have been, always will be.”

The two girls chatted some more as they finished their breakfast, and the subject soon slipped away from Naminé’s mind. It wasn’t until she and Xion were gathering shells together on Destiny Islands a few days later when the topic of birthdays came up again.

“See,” Xion said as she picked up a thalassa shell, “I like these ones the most, with the pink centers and yellow edges.” 

“I like them too. Yellow’s one of my favorite colors.”

Yellow was the color of the sun. A hopeful color for a girl that had begun her life in a cage, longing to see the outdoors for herself. For that reason alone it was precious to her. 

“You like blue too, right?” Xion said. She placed another thalassa shell in Naminé’s palm, this one with a blue center and yellow edges.

Naminé nodded. “Yes. Blue is the color of the sky… of the waves… all the things I longed to see when I was imprisoned in Castle Oblivion.” 

“It suits you, and so does yellow,” Xion said with a smile. “Born from the waves, and reborn during the spring.” 

“Xion, when is your birthday?” Naminé suddenly asked. She realized she hadn’t really gotten to celebrate it with her before. 

“Oh, my birthday? I figured it should be during the fall. I don’t know why, but I’ve always been drawn to falling leaves, the seasons changing, that kind of thing.” She smiled ruefully. “I suppose because I felt like my time was limited, just like those leaves. Kairi actually asked me about it recently, I think because she wants to—”  

Her eyes went wide, then she coughed and craned her neck. “Look, I see some more shells over there!”

Naminé found Xion’s startled reaction rather curious, but she didn’t press her friend. It was just nice to spend time together sharing a hobby they both enjoyed. For a girl who had started life with no friends of her own, Naminé was lucky to have so many now. 

The next time she met with her friends, it was for a picnic on Rapunzel’s world, in a clearing in the woods near a small pool. The weather was perfect, sunny with a breeze blowing dandelions and flower petals through the air, and she and Sora and Rapunzel were all cloud gazing after a delicious lunch of sandwiches and cookies and lemonade. 

“See that one right there?” Rapunzel said, pointing up at the sky. “It looks like Maximus.” 

“It sure does!” Sora put his hand behind his neck and grinned. “The sky’s full of all sorts of interesting clouds today.” 

“I wish I had my sketchbook with me,” Naminé said with a sigh. “I’d love to draw all of them.” 

“Take a picture with your Gummiphone then,” Sora suggested. “You can always draw it later based off of that.” 

“I’d like to, but I’ve run out of room in my sketchbook. I could really use some new pencils, too.”

Sora and Rapunzel exchanged glances, and Sora grinned.

“Naminé, you should come to the castle,” Rapunzel said. “I’d love to show you some of my art supplies. Have you ever tried painting before?”

Naminé shook her head. “No, I haven’t, but I’d love to. Thank you for the invitation.”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go now!” Sora sat up and sprang to his feet. 

The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon trying out Rapunzel’s art supplies. Well, more like Rapunzel showed Naminé her things and let her try them out while Sora kept typing away at his Gummiphone. Naminé giggled at how he still typed with one finger, like a bird pecking at grains of rice. 

“There we go,” he said all of a sudden, then put his phone in his pocket. “What’d I miss?”

Naminé and Rapunzel both giggled and showed him what they’d made: a painting to hang on the walls of Naminé’s room in Twilight Town. It was of the beautiful woods where they’d had the picnic with dandelions flower petals floating through the air. As soon as she got home, she put it up and gave it a satisfied nod.

The days flew by until at last it was the anniversary of her rebirth. There was a knock on the door late in the afternoon, and when she went to get it, she was surprised to see Riku and Roxas waiting there for her.

“Hey Naminé,” Roxas greeted with a grin. His eyes were playful, like he had a big secret he couldn’t wait to share.

“Come with us, there’s something we’d like to show you,” Riku added, and she ducked back inside to grab a few things before following them through the woods and to the Old Mansion. 

“Why are we here?” she asked. 

“You’ll see,” was all Roxas and Riku said, and she followed them inside. She was shocked by how nice the entrance looked, like someone had been in here and cleaned things up—

“Surprise!”

She gasped as she entered the foyer. A huge banner hanging from the stairs read Happy Birthday Naminé, and all her friends were gathered around a large table in the center of the room. The evening light shone through the window behind them, pink and purple and blue, another gorgeous twilight on this world she called home now. 

“Happy Birthday Naminé!” her friends all cheered, and she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. So this was what they had been plotting and planning all this time. Roxas grinned and grabbed a camera to take a few shots, and Sora and Riku had some of those confetti poppers that they popped with loud crackling noises.  

The seashell decorations were yellow and the star candles were blue on the cake Xion held. Axel lit the candles, and they cast flickering lights and shadows over everyone’s faces.

Kairi leaned close and murmured, “Make a wish, but keep it secret.”

“A secret?” Naminé asked, tilting her head.

“It won’t come true if you tell us,” Ven explained, and Terra nodded. 

As Naminé looked at the faces of her friends, what she should wish for became clear. She knew, deep in her heart, what she wanted more than anything.

With that, she blew out the candles, and everyone cheered loudly. Aqua swept the cake out of Xion’s hands so she could cut it properly, and then everyone sat around the table. The cake was delicious, vanilla and lemon, and after everyone was done eating, it was time for Naminé to open her presents. 

“Here!” Sora said, his eyes shining as he handed her the first one. “It’s from all of us.”

Naminé’s hands shook as she removed the wrapping paper. She wasn’t used to getting gifts, and it took her some time to free the box. But once she did, she couldn’t have stopped the smile on her face even if she’d wanted to.

“They’re like the paints Rapunzel has! And in all the colors I like too.” She hugged the box to her chest. “Oh, thank you so much everyone, I can’t wait to use these.” 

When she was finished unwrapping the rest of her presents, more art supplies and nice jewelry and cute clothes, she thanked her friends for making this such a wonderful birthday night. But there was one last thing that would make it truly perfect.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Naminé said, “let’s make a painting together. So we have something to help us remember tonight.”

Naminé loved drawing on her own, but drawing with her friends was truly wonderful. Everyone brought their own unique spark to the table. And when the painting was finished, it was one huge flowing mosaic of color and life and creativity. Sure, it wasn’t a masterpiece, but it was something truly unique that only they could have made. And that was why it was a work of art. Not because it was perfect or technically skilled, but because it had their hearts poured into it.

Naminé couldn’t have asked for a better way to commemorate her birthday.  

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A/N: Thank you so much to the mods for making this project possible and for being so caring and supportive! And thank you to the other contributors, this zine was such a joy and I enjoyed talking to you all. A big thank you too to Somnium for drawing the banner! I really enjoyed working with you!

And thank you for reading!

[mosylufanfic]

The Hotel Room

For the Killervibe Gift Swap, for @firesoulstuff. Behold, a fluff!

The Hotel Room

Caitlin had to pause in the hallway to gather her suitcases together, so Cisco saw the hotel room first. "Ah, Caitlin," he called over his shoulder. "I don't know how to break it to you, but - "

"What," she said warily. 

"This room only has one bed."

She came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. It was an enormous bed. A lake of a bed. A national park of a bed. It looked glorious. "Honey," she said, kissing his cheek, "we're married."

"Oh yeah! In that case, we're fine."

She snorted and nudged him out of her way as he giggled. She heaved her suitcase onto the end of the bed, unzipping it. 

He flopped sideways onto the bed, groaning in pleasure. It had been a long flight. "What're you doing?" 

"Unpacking, what else?"

"We literally just got here."

"And everything is going to get wrinkled if I don't hang it up and put it away." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You should do the same."

He waved a hand. "Later. In the meantime, you're missing out on this bed." He swept his arms and legs out like he was making a snow angel. Even with her suitcase taking up part of the real estate, the bed was big enough for him to do that.  "You see this? You see this luxury? This squishy down comforter? Mmmmmm."

"I should have packed my blacklight," she murmured. "Hotels often don't wash their blankets."

"I'm pretending I didn't hear that," he said. "C'mon. C'mere." He rolled on his side and gave her puppy eyes. "I miss my wife."

"I'm three feet away," she pointed out, but put one last pair of linen shorts into the drawer and crawled up next to him on the bed.

It was incredibly comfortable. 

She let out a sigh and snuggled into his side. "This is nice," she mumbled as his arm looped over her shoulders and pulled her close.

"Best honeymoon I've ever had already."

They'd gotten married quietly nine months before, and put off their honeymoon until now. Caitlin didn't regret that - they'd had some good reasons. But it was wonderful to be here now, snuggling with Cisco, in the sun-washed room and the cloud-soft bed.

"When was the last time we had all this peace and quiet?"

"Too long," he said. "Waaaay too long."

"Mmmm." She should take this time to relax. Maybe even nap. How long since she'd just had a good long nap?

"You're thinking about your suitcase," he murmured into her hair. 

"Just a little bit."

He sighed and shifted his arm. "Okay, go."

She gave him a quick kiss and scrambled off the bed to finish unpacking. He stretched out again, dozing, as she hung up dresses and folded shirts into the drawer set, leaving room for his clothes.

Speaking of that  . . . 

"I see you looking at my suitcase," he mumbled. 

"Your eyes are closed."

"I see it anyway. I'll unpack later."

"But -"

"And if anything is wrinkled, I'll iron it myself with my two mighty hands."

She huffed to herself, but they'd worked out the whole laundry thing when they'd first moved in together, and she really just wanted to distract herself. She drifted toward the window to study the sunny beach below. 

"That was a deep sigh," Cisco said. He'd opened his eyes and was looking at something on his phone. "Is my suitcase that obnoxious?"

"No," she said. "I have to confess something, but you'll laugh at me."

"No, I won't," he said.

She gave him a skeptical look. 

"I promise," he said, crossing his heart. "What is it?"

"I miss the baby," she whispered.

He shut his eyes tight. "Oh my god, me too." 

"Really? Are you just saying that?"

He flipped his phone around and showed her what he'd been looking at - a picture of their daughter, all big brown eyes and chubby cheeks.

Caitlin's heart went to mush in her chest, the same as it did every time she saw that little face. They'd left her at Cisco's parents' house just that morning, but knowing they wouldn't see her in person again for a week felt interminable.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position. "We can Facetime right now."

So tempting. But - "She's down for her nap, isn't she?"

He checked his screen. "It's two o'clock over there, and Little Miss Her Mother's Daughter is probably waking up right on schedule."

She hesitated, but it was true. You could practically set your watch by their daughter's wake-ups. "Okay, do it."

He called his parents, who picked up on the first ring. They chatted politely about the flight and the hotel before his mother finally said, "Ohhhh, I hear somebody awake, you want to see?"

"Yes, please!" Caitlin said, and in another moment, the screen moved into another room and showed them their daughter. 

Though she'd been born bald, at six months old, Rebecca Ramon had a head full of thick brown hair, currently rumpled and disorderly from her nap.  She was rubbing her eyes as if she'd just woken up.

"Wakey wakey," Caitlin cooed, like she did every time she went to get her daughter up from her nap.

At the sound of her mother's voice, the baby focused on the screen, let out an ear splitting squeal and reached out, squeezing the air with her little fists.

"Who's that?" Cisco said. "Is that my baby? Are you my baby? Yes, you are!"

"Are you being good for Abuela?" Caitlin said. "We miss you!"

She burbled and kicked her legs with joy.

They cooed and babbled nonsense at her until she got distracted by something. A sunbeam? A fly buzzing around her room? A mirror on the far wall? Who knew, but they were both well-versed in their daughter's microscopic attention span.

"She's going to want a snack soon, Mama," Cisco said.

"Pssssh, I'm on it, mijo. You act like I didn't raise you." His mother propped the phone on the bedside table and scooped Rebecca up from her crib. "Ven a comer, mija," she said, lavishing kisses that made the baby wiggle and giggle. "Quieres banana?" She picked up Rebecca's hand and waved it at the screen. "Say bye bye, mija! Say bye bye!"

"Goodbye, we love you, be good!"

His dad picked up the phone then, but just to say goodbye, because the game was about to be on. They said their goodbyes and ended the call.

Caitlin let out a sigh. 

"Yeah," Cisco said. "I feel better too."

"I actually feel a little guilty about leaving her for a week," Caitlin admitted. 

"Yeah, we're the worst parents ever, leaving her to get spoiled rotten by her nana and tata for seven whole days," he said, looping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. 

She elbowed him. "I just - we've never left her this long before."

"I know, I know. But she'll be fine, and they'll be fine. And we'll be extremely fine after a week of sun and sand and relaxing, right?"

That was a good point. She relaxed into him. "We will."

They sat like that for a few minutes, then he let out a sigh. "Guess I'd better get unpacked though." He let go of her and started to get up.

She grabbed his shirt to stop him. "I think that can wait."

He eyed her. "Really? Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

She cocked her head, smiling up at him. "It's just I thought of something else we haven't done in awhile."

The smile started at the edges of his mouth and spread over his face. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

She tugged at his shirt, and he obediently dropped back onto the bed. She leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his mouth.  "Guess."

FINIS

[atomic-taco-muffin]

May I ask for KH boys on the side of light HC? One where the reader gets hurt badly and he blames himself because he wasn’t quick enough to help. The reader says it’s not his fault that this happened.

KH Boys Reacting To You Getting Hurt

Warnings: Y’all just like to cry, fluff at the end of each (except Axel’s)

Sora: 

You and Sora were training with your keyblades. The both of you have been working super hard together. Sora has been working harder than you, mainly so that he could defeat Xehanort(GO AWAY CRUSTY!) and get Roxas back. Sora pictured Xehanort in front of him and it caused him to accidentally cut your arm. You yelped and held on to your arm. Sora realized what he did and ran to you. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry. I don’t what came over me-”

“Sora, it’s okay. It’s not that deep.” 

“But I hurt you. And I promised that I would never hurt you.” 

“It’s okay. Mistakes happen.” 

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” 

“I’m fine. I’m just bleeding a little, that’s all.” 

“Okay. Let’s get that wrapped up.” 

Riku: 

Riku never thought that he’d see the day where he would hurt you. You two were in a heated argument about how to save Sora. You wanted to go with but Riku said no. You kept asking why and he kept saying that it was too dangerous. You and Riku had fought together amazingly and now he’s saying that it’s too dangerous?! You told Riku how ridiculous that sounded and he snapped. He told to shut up and accidentally slapped you. 

“Oh my god. What did I just do? I’m so sorry.” Riku felt tears forming in his eyes

“Riku. It’s okay. You didn’t mean to. You were just angry. I understand why.” 

“Can you forgive me?” 

“Of course I can! I know that you would never hurt me on purpose.” You hugged Riku tightly and he hugged back. 

“Thank you.” he whispered. 

Terra: 

You, Aqua, and Ventus were fighting against Terranort. You were trying your best to try to fight him but he was stronger. Terranort struck you against your stomach and you fell, clutching your stomach. Aqua and Ventus took over. When Terra broke free, he went straight to you. He quickly gave you a potion and pulled you close to his chest (I want my face squished between those tiddies 🥴)

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“Ters, it’s okay. Xehanort had control over you. I know that you would never hurt me like that.” Terra cried and hugged you. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, Ters.” 

Ventus: 

Ven has had enough these past couple of days. First, Vanitas was telling him lies, then Aqua And Terra kept pushing him to come back home, and then you were telling him that going after Vanitas by himself would be dangerous. Before you tried to hug him, he pushed you really hard that your head hit the wall. He realized what he did and started crying (He’s a cancer, i’m calling it. i’ll stop now)

“I’m so sorry. I just wanted some space. I didn’t mean to hurt you that badly.” 

“Baby. It’s okay. It’s just a bump. It’ll heal.” Ventus cried into your shoulder and you petted his hair, shushing him softly. 

“Wanna get something to eat?” you asked. He nodded, still crying slightly. 

“Okay. Let’s go find something to eat.”

Axel:

You and Axel were fighting each other during the war (you were norted). Axel had won the fight but he felt bad for hurting you. 

“Babe, I’m so sorry. I had to do this.” 

“It’s okay. You were just doing what was right.” 

“But I hurt you. I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

“I’ll be fine. Just know that I’m so proud of you. I’ll see you soon.” 

“See you soon, (Y/N).” 

Roxas: this is a second part to the nightmare headcanon

Roxas kept thinking of what the imposter said about you in his dream and how he accidentally killed you. You noticed how Roxas wasn’t his usual self so you decided to check on him. Roxas only told you to go away but you didn’t listen. Roxas got angry and stuck your cheek with his keyblade. 

“O-oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I-I was just-” 

“It’s okay. I should’ve listen to you but I didn’t. But now I know to never push you into talking to me.” 

“A-are you okay?” 

“I’ll be fine. It’s not that deep.” 

“Can you forgive me?” 

“I should be the one asking for forgiveness. I was the one who was pushing you to talk.” He giggled. 

“Can we cuddle?” he asked. 

“Of course!” You and Roxas cuddled the whole day, pushing your missions to the side. 

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Riddler part 4

Master List

Warnings: fluff

WC: 1527

Enjoy x

“Wait, wait just one minute” Amanda paused frowning at you. You were both in the break room having lunch.

“You went on a date with Barba last night and you took him to our Mexican place on Sunday? You’re cheating on me and you’re out of line Detective”

“Yes and Yes. Come on Amanda, don’t be a jealous” she laughed at you “And it’s still our Mexican place. He also asked me on a date on Saturday night”

“Have you told him about everything?”

“Yeah I have. He was pretty caring when I told him”

“How about you’re Aunty?”

“Yep. I found out stuff about him as well, his past”

“Well” she paused “I ‘am happy for you. I would give anything to see my best friend happy.” She smiled at you “We need to go shopping for this date. We need to make you look more like a women” you both started laughing.

Rafael had sent you a text early Saturday morning with the address of where he wanted to meet you that night. Amanda was there when the text came in, you were both going shopping.

“Oh wow, look at this.” Amanda lent over your shoulder and seen the picture’s you had on the screen.

“How romantic, a New York roof top bar. Barba has taste”

Amanda ended up staying with you all day and was going to drive you to the bar that night, which was only 2 blocks from your place, but she insisted on her driving you.

“Barba is going to flip when he sees you” she said looking you up and down.

You had a black cold shoulder overlay jumpsuit. The overlay over your bust was seer, the legs of the jumpsuit were the perfect fit between tight and lose enough, your hair was wavy curls and your make up was just enough with very low black heels.

“How did I get here” were so nervous. “It was so much easier when…”

“Don’t do that, get out of your head. You of all people deserve to be happy let’s go”

Amanda dropped you off and you got out of the lift to the bar level. As the doors opened, “Senorita” By Shawn Mendas and Camila Cabello was blasting over the speakers, really the entrance couldn’t have been planned better with a song like that playing. As you scanned the roof, you seen Rafael sitting over near the balcony on a high two topped table. He seen you, and a big smile came to his face as you walked towards him.

“You plan this song to play as I walk in Barba?” you both laughed as he lent over and kissed you on the cheek.

“I don’t plan on running away from you Y/N, But I’ll call you Senorita anytime you want.” he gave you a wink and you bust out laughing.

“Very smooth Counselor, very smooth” you laughed at him again.

You guys ordered drinks and just ordered dinner when you heard your name, you looked up and Rafael turned around to see who it was,

“Blake, what are you doing here?” you jumped off your stool and run into the man’s arms, who lifted you up off the ground in a huge embrace. Rafael didn’t know what to think. Here was this extremely tall dark handsome younger man lifting you off your feet, and you were here with him.

“I almost didn’t recognise you. You actually looked nice for a change”

“No seas grosero primo (don’t be rude cousin). Smart ass” you back handed him on the arm, Rafael was relieved when he heard you call him cousin.  “I ‘am on a date” your cousin’s eyes opened wide with a big smile on his face. “Ven (come), I’ll introduce you” your cousin wrapped his arm around your shoulders, yours around his middle and you led him to the table.

“Blake, this is Rafael Barba, Rafael this is my cousin Blake Y/L/N”

“One of the many, Nice to meet you Rafael” he held his hand out to him, Rafael done the same and they shook hands.

“Like wise” Rafael smiled back, you guys looked a like, same features, he was just really tall, over 6 foot he guessed.

“Blake and I are number 6 and 7, born a week apart, las gemelas (the twins), I’ am older though” you smiled at Rafael

“You wouldn’t think so” your cousin squeezed your shoulder with a smile “Are you still coming next week, por favor dime si (Please tell me yes)” your cousin pulled back from you

“Yeah of course, wouldn’t miss it, is anyone else coming?”

“No, pendejos (assholes). Rafael, you should come with her”

“What I ‘am agreeing too first” he laughed looking at you.

“Blake is a web designer, he has a launch party for his latest project next Saturday, and it’s a big one”

“Por supuesto (of course) I would love to” Rafael smiled at you

“Oh, you speak Spanish Rafael?” Blake asked.

“He is Cuban and the Assistant District Attorney” you informed him

“Bonito (nice). Tia will be pleased with you Y/N, what a catch”

“Relax Blake, don’t plan the wedding yet” you all started laughing.

Blake left not long later after some small talk. You sat back up on the stool and looked at Rafael with a smile.

“So tell me about them”

“About who Rafael?”

“Tus doce primos (Your 12 cousins)”

“You really want to hear about them?”

“Of course they are a big part of your life”

“Sit back and relax Counselor” you both laughed “I’ll just go from oldest to youngest. Oldest is Bard, he is married to Mandy and a Dentist, Craig is married to Brooke and in the Air Force, Lachlan is married to Sally-Anne and an Accountant, Ryan is married to Grace and is also an Accountant. Those two have a business together in Jersey. Brodie is in the Air Force as well, then it’s me, then Blake who is a web designer, Caesar is an ER doctor, Logan is in IT, Nate is anaesthetic nurse, Grayson is a Vet, Emanuel is a pilot and Baby Rodney is in the Navy. So Blake, Logan, Nate, Grayson, Caesar and I all live in Manhattan, we all catch as much as we can, the rest are all over the place. We all keep in touch but usually only all get together at Christmas”

“Wow, that’s a lot to take in” you laughed at him

“Yeah it is a lot to take in, but it will be a lot more when you finally meet them all”

“You want me to meet them?”

“Well, yeah one day I guess, if it gets to that point” you looked at Rafael who had a smile from ear to ear.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, a lot of drinking and smart ass comments. Rafael wanted to walk you home, even more so when he found out you only lived two blocks away. He grabbed your arm and linked it in his as you walked down the street towards your apartment building.

“I can understand if you don’t want to come next Saturday, it’s a lot to ask.”

“What, no it’s not. Come on Y/N, you have worked with me enough to know if I didn’t want to go, I would have said no.”

“Yeah that’s true, unless I fight with you” he laughed out loud.

There was a comfortable silence as you guys made your way onto your block.

“This is me” you nodded towards your building. “I had a great time again Rafael, thank you”

“I had a great time as well” he smiled at you, taking a step closer.

“Rafael, at risk of being too forward, mi gustas (I like you), a lot”

You looked into his eye, you couldn’t read them. You weren’t sure how he was going to react. He looked into your eyes and lent forward, placing a hand on your cheek and kissed you lightly on the lips. He pulled back, looking deep into your eyes, running his thumb over your cheek.

“Yo demasiado Hermosa (me too beautiful)”

“I know I may be a lot to handle, but I wi-” he lent in and kissed you again. You moved your head to side and opened your mouth slightly to allow his tongue in, he moved his hands on your waist and pulled you into him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. The kiss was amazing, you had forgot how amazing someone’s touch was. But really not just anyone’s, Rafael’s. He pulled back and looked into your eyes again.

“I don’t want you to do that again. I don’t want you to ever change, I like you just the way you are, and when the time is right, I will take you home to my Mum” you smiled at him and lowered your head to hide your blushing cheeks and your slight tears filled eyes. “And I think I just worked out how to shut you up in the good way” Rafael lent in again.

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Eren x Armin “Fuck Away The Pain” Chapter 7 “The New You”

It’s makeover time!!

*also quick note.

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"Mm.... Fuck." Eren groaned as he panted heavily into Armin‘s neck, his shoulders moved in time with his breaths. He pushed himself up on his forearm resting by the blonde's head, Eren’s other hand still roughly gripped his boyfriend's hip, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips. He smiles down at Armin, who's got his arms wrapped around the brunette’s neck. The blonde’s face was flushed with a glazed look in his eyes. "Looks like three is our limit huh, sunshine?" Eren leaned down pressing his lips to Armin‘s gently, humming feeling the blonde tangle his hands in his hair. He pulled away from Armin‘s lips, groaning, feeling him pull his hair. "Oh god, baby no." Eren looked down at him chuckling before resting his head on the blonde’s shoulder. Armin whined softly before resting his hands on the brunette's back mumbling 'buzzkill' under his breath. Eren nuzzled his face back into Armin‘s neck. "Sorry sunshine, but I don't have endless stamina like you seem to think I do."

Armin ran a hand through Eren’s hair looking up at the ceiling, as his mind started inventing unwelcome thoughts. A frown took over his face as his hand subconsciously stopped moving. Eren whined pushing his head into Armin‘s hand wanting him to keep playing with his hair. "Sorry Er, just thinking." The brunette sat up and looked down at the other, a sad look coming over his face as he sees the frown on Armin‘s face. The blonde looked over at Eren before rolling his eyes. "Please stop looking at me with pity Er, I hate that look."

"Angel, I'm not pitying you... I just wish I could take away the pain, you’ve already been through so much." Eren reached down brushing some hair out of Armin‘s face before cupping his cheek in his hand. The blonde's face softened at his touch as he softly mumbled an apology. "It's okay sunshine, I know that's not an easy thing to process." Eren gently ran his thumb against the blonde’s cheek, "Mikasa offered us a few drinks on the house if you want, she's worried about you. It's Saturday so there should be some live music." Armin hummed softly leaning into Eren’s hand, his eyes fluttering shut. "Or we can stay in, I'll order us some takeout and we can watch a movie. The choice is yours."

"Let's go, I don't think staying in bed will make it better. We should probably shower first, we probably reek." Armin opened his eyes to look over at Eren, who just smiled at him gently. "You know, you look like you'd be this real rough boy with the way you dress and everything, but you're just a big softie huh?" Armin smirked as he sat up and crawled over to straddle Erens lap.

"Well sorry, I'm not an ass, princess." Eren mumbled with his face nuzzled into the blonde's neck. He heard a small gasp from Armin and looked up at him confused. "Hey what's-"

"Call me that again.." Armin said breathlessly with a small blush on his cheeks. He avoided Eren’s gaze as he bit his lower lip.

"Hmm...?" Eren grabbed Armin‘s chin and forced his head up gently, making the blonde make eye contact. The brunette scanned the other's face before smirking. "Kiss me, princess." Armin leaned down pressing his lips to Eren’s roughly, letting out a soft moan. The brunette groaned pulling the blonde close to his body by his waist. "Oh, I'm gonna have fun with that little pet name." Eren mumbled against the other's lips, smirking slightly hearing the small whine leave Armin‘s lips. "C’mon let's go shower. We have plenty of time together." Eren chuckles as the blonde wraps his limbs around him before nodding.

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Eren and Armin walk into the bar hand in hand and sit in front of Mikasa. "Before you ask, I don't wanna talk about it." Armin says as Mikasa opened her mouth, making her frown slightly but she nodded anyway. She went ahead and made their usuals and the trio just started talking amongst themselves. Armin appreciated the distraction and he leaned into Eren with a small smile on his face.

Mikasa points to the short blonde-haired girl at the mic. "We’re in for a treat, the guy Layla has been seeing went behind her back and she's outing him." The boys look over as the band starts playing Josslyn by Olivia O'Brien. 'Layla' starts singing with her hands wrapped around the mic on the stand. The crowd starts hollering as the pre-chorus starts and she takes the mic out of the stand before walking over to a guy in the crowd. Watching this all go down got some gears turning in Armin‘s head, his focus shifted from Layla to his own thoughts. He snapped out of it at the tail end of the song to see the guy from earlier all but run out of the bar.

“Karma’s a bitch huh?" Armin said out of nowhere with a devious smirk on his face, that frightened Eren when he turned to look at him. Frankly, Armin was usually sweet as candy but then moments like this, where he turns into some evil mastermind, it scared Eren just a little bit. Although served as good reminders to not piss off Armin and face his wrath. 'Really glad I'm not Jean' Armin rested his head on Eren’s shoulder and the two of them continued watching Layla sing various songs until the set was over. Mikasa had come back to her friends with fresh drinks for them and leaned on the counter to chat. "I think I want a makeover I've dressed like this for too long, you guys wanna help?" Armin asked looking between Eren and Mikasa.

"Yes! Finally, you've realized it! We could go tomorrow?" Mikasa’s face had tit up like a Christmas tree in excitement. The boys nodded in agreement. "Okay, what kind of style are you thinking? I found a haircut I thought would look great on you like last week, lemme try to find it." She pulled her phone out and started going through her Pinterest board she made for Armin. Armin smiled at his friend fondly, he really was lucky to have found a friend he could basically call his sister. "Aha! Found it." She turned the phone to the boys revealing an undercut with the top still on the longer side. "That way you can still put it up."

"I like the undercut, I think I'd go shorter too though."

“You’ve had long hair since I met you, you're really gonna get rid of it?" Mikasa asked with wide eyes. Armin nodded reaching over to tuck loose hair behind her ear. She smiled at the blonde leaning into his hand. "Morning's will be easier with shorter hair. I like it, I know a great hair place I can take you to."

Armin smiled at Mikasa as Eren wrapped his arm around the blonde's shoulders. "I kinda want to get my nose pierced. Maybe get another ear piercing too."

"Another?" Eren looked down at Armin with a raised eyebrow.

"Mhm." Armin tucked his hair behind his ear and revealing the faint hole you wouldn't notice unless you were looking. "Mikasa and I got them pierced together in high school. I lost the box of my earrings in our recent move and I just haven't replaced them yet."

"I'm gonna pick some out for you then. Which ear-piercing did you want?" Eren traced a finger along Armin‘s ear trying to picture the piercings. The blonde shrugged as he placed his hand over Eren’s and leaned into his chest. The three talked the rest of the night over what style he should go for and decided to wing it at the mall. Armin started falling asleep on Eren’s shoulder and the brunette decided it was best for them to call it a night. Eren chuckled having to carry the sleepy tipsy blonde to the car and drove them back to Armin‘s place.

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Armin slowly woke to a calloused finger tracing the bones in his back. Opening his eyes he saw Eren propped on one elbow focused on his finger with the smallest and softest smile, his eyes still held the morning weariness. The brunette hasn't noticed the other was awake and started quietly humming a tune unfamiliar to the blonde. "What song is that Er?"

Eren jumped at the unexpected voice and looked down at the blonde, who just giggled at him. "Morning to you too, princess." He leaned down pressing a quick kiss to Armin‘s lips. "Just an original I'm working, I'll show you when it's done." Armin nodded, burying his face back into the pillow. "I wouldn't, Mika's made your haircut appointment for an hour from now, it's only ten minutes from here." The blonde groaned before sitting up and stretching his arms up, "You know, you looked like you had an idea last night at the bar."

"It showed? It was just a revenge fantasy on Jean and Marco, but I have no confidence in performing like Layla." Armin sighed looking down at his fiddling hands, "I know I have a decent voice but singing for a room of strangers? I don't know how you do it." His face twisted into a frown

"What if I was up there with you? Or who knows how you'll feel after the change." Eren placed his hand over Armin's leaning closer to him. "Plus I really wanna piss off Jean so I will do whatever you need me to. But like no murder." Eren smiled pressing a kiss to his head. Armin looked up at the brunette with a small smile. "Sing for me, 'cause now I'm curious."

"Maybe later, I should be getting ready. But I might take you up on performing with me." The blonde got up and walked to his closet to pick an outfit as Mikasa walked in.

"Good you're up I was about to come to wake you. Are you excited?" She asked as she sat on the bed. Armin nodded pulling out a plain shirt and a pair of blue jeans before walking over to the bed. Eren got up and grabbed a dark T-shirt and ripped jeans from his drawer. "Okay, so your piercing appointment's at the end of the day. That way you have plenty of time to decide and so you don't accidentally pull on a brand new piercing while trying on clothes. Also, I packed snacks and lunch so we don't have to buy food, and I invited Sasha, she wants to help."

Armin changes into his outfit chuckling at Mikasa. "You're such a mom, kæreste ven." He sat down next to her after he was dressed and hugged her, “But it's why I love you." Armin saw Eren look unbelievably lost and it made him giggle. "Kæreste ven is Danish for my dearest friend, one of the girls in our group home spoke Danish and she taught us."

"Thank you." Eren said smiling before tackling the other two in a hug, causing them all to fall onto the bed. The three of them all started laughing in their tangled mess of limbs.

“Eren! You're heavy, get off." Mikasa said after the laughter died out before shoving Eren off, making him fall on the ground. "C'mon if we don't leave soon we'll be late." The three of them all grabbed their wallets and quickly put on their shoes before heading out in Eren’s car.

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"Okay Sasha texted me, she's in the food court." Mikasa smiled reading a second text from her before texting her back with a small blush.

"You know that doesn't surprise me in the slightest." Armin says chuckling before looking over to Eren. "How long are you gonna stare at me, babe?”

"As long as I feel like it princess, the haircut suits you." Eren takes some of Armin‘s hair twisting it around his fingers smiling. The blonde blushed slightly and smiled at the brunette. Eren grabs the blonde's hand leading him inside trailing behind Mikasa, who was busy flirting with Sasha over the phone.

"Mika!" Sasha ran over to the trio before latching onto Mikasa like she hadn't just seen her yesterday. The dark-haired girl smiled pressing a kiss to the other girl's head. "Are you guys hungry? Holy shit Armin! Love the haircut, you look amazing!" Armin smiled at his friend who proceeded to talk everyone into eating each before going shopping. The group all sit down at a table far away from the crowds and talked about Armin’s new style. Eren kept one of his arms around Armin‘s shoulders while they ate.

At the end of their shopping Armin ended up with so many bags, due to Sasha and Mikasa insisting he needed this shirt or those pants, Eren had to help carry them. Which of course he didn't mind at all, he got to see a huge smile on his angel’s face. He ended up with several pairs of ripped skinny jeans, he'd deny it but Eren felt his heart jump first seeing him in an especially tight pair of them. They found a bunch of graphic T-shirts Armin adored so there are about 3 bags of those. Along with that, they got him some beanies and pins to put on them. There was one that said "save the turtles dude" and yes he got four. Eren kept his promise and paid for Armin‘s earrings, they were mostly different studs. Surprisingly the blonde's favorite pair was a black stoned stud for one and the other earring was a black dangling chain with a red gemstone-eyed skull at the bottom. Armin also fell in love with a black leather cuff with a few silver chains hanging off it. They also found Armin some hoodies, flannels, and a leather jacket. Lastly, they found a silver skull ring, and Armin and Eren ended up getting matching rings with music notes on them.

They made their way to the piercer and piled in, surprisingly Armin wasn't anxious at all. He had decided on getting the septum and helix (on his left ear) piercings, which caused a chain reaction of the whole group getting pierced. Mikasa was getting her septum pierced as well, Sasha was getting her left ear double pierced, while Eren decided to get his helix piercing but on his right ear. Armin went first and surprised Eren when he didn't even flinch or anything when he got pierced. Mikasa went and didn't flinch either, but that wasn't all that shocking. Sasha's eyebrows furrowed slightly when the needle went in, although Mikasa’s hand was a little sore from her death grip. Then it was Eren’s turn and his whole face scrunched up in pain before a small blush formed at Armin‘s slight teasing. "Aw baby... Did you wanna hold my hand?"

"Fuck off." Eren groaned before mumbling a 'kind of' under his breath. Armin pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, making the brunette's eyes flutter. He grabbed the blonde’s waist before pulling him close and pressed their lips together. After pulling away he smiled down at Armin. "Those piercings really suit you."

They all agree to meet up at a diner near Armin and Mikasa’s place. Mikasa goes with Sasha to grab a table, while Eren and Armin go to the apartment to drop off the clothes and so the blonde can change. In the car, the blonde has already fastened three pins to his black beanie in a little triangle. "Save the turtles dude", "coffee equals go-go juice", and a rainbow flag. They get upstairs and Armin rummages through the bags pulling out those jeans, a dark grey T-shirt with "Be nice to me" written on it in white, his two rings, a pair of black stud earrings, and his leather cuff. He got changed as quickly as he could to not keep them waiting while Eren laid on the bed. Armin pulled his bangs forward before putting the black beanie on with the pins on the left side. He smiled in the mirror feeling confident, which was kind of new to him. "Er, you ready? I just gotta put my docs on." Armin looked over to Eren as he sat up, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped seeing the full look. "Er? Did I-" Armin was cut off by Eren pushing him against the nightstand and pressing their lips together roughly.

"Fuck princess.." Eren mumbled against the other's lips before pulling away. "You look amazing." He started to kiss down Armin’s neck, nipping at the skin every so often while digging rig fingers into the blonde's waist. Armin let out a soft moan tangling his hands in the brunette's hair before gently tugging on the dark strands. Eren groaned into his neck before running his tongue along the side of the blonde's neck.

“Er, we have to go, Sash and Mikasa are waiting." Armin said fighting back a moan feeling Eren bite the sensitive spot right under his ear. His eyes squeezed shut as he chewed on his lower lip while the dark-haired boy sucked a mark into the skin. Armin let himself get picked up and put down to sit on the dresser before wrapping his legs around his waist and pressed their lips together roughly. Just as Eren parted his lips for the blonde to run his tongue against his Armin‘s phone started ringing with Mikasa’s ringtone. "I'm blaming you if she yells at me." Eren smiled helping him down before going and putting his vans on. "Yes, I know you're waiting. Yes, I know. Hey blame Eren, I tried telling him but he didn't listen. Yes, we're on our way. Okay, see you soon love you, min kære." Armin quickly puts his black doc martens on before walking out with Eren to his car and they got in quickly.

It's no surprise Sasha ordered a thing of fries for the two of them to munch on while they waited for the boys. Mikasa is already giving them the disappointed mom look she wears so well. "In my defense, he looks hot I had no control." Eren said as he slid into the booth next to Armin. He scratched at the back of his necks awkwardly, looking down at the table. "Okay yeah, that's a lame excuse." Eren leans into Armin pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before bringing his lips to the blonde's ear whispering, "Just so you know, I liked you before the makeover and I like you now."

Armin blushed slightly as Eren rested his head on his shoulder. 'I'm so lucky I found Eren....'