#do the couple hours of parent facing stuff that needs to be done

[songofwizardry]

I have a late start at work today which is very nice and all but unfortunately for me once you get rid of the 7am adrenaline fuelled exit from the home I just think. hm. what actually is the point why do I not just have the whole day off. it’s basically afternoon.

[gatitties]

Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: forced to abandon your family and being spit out into a world of curses where everyone seems to gravitate towards you

─Warnings: a little angst¿ obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One / Par Two

ok I had a burst of inspiration and I needed to write also need more platonic yanderes for jjk 😔 (I'll probably write another part because I left out many characters and villains… 😈)

SOMETIMES you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things.

You just wanted to help your parents with the family business, being a time of high demand in the hostelry sector, taking advantage of your school holidays, you loved your family very much and helping in the business was the least you could do.

But the moment a group of children come in screaming excitedly and running from one side to the other you lost your nerve, yes, they are kids celebrating a birthday, but so much activity, noise and annoyance made a vein swell on your forehead, you were reaching the limit, but at least there were only a couple of hours left to be able to close and surreptitiously remove the last people with brooms.

You swore you were losing years and hair, that the minutes passed slower and slower as if you were stuck in an endless hour.

"I think if you keep squeezing the tray like that you'll break it, honey."

Your mother squeezed your shoulder, you turned to look at her, she was behind the bar, cleaning with a cloth while she glanced at you from time to time, she certainly knew how to detect when you were losing your temper, after all she saw you have many crises nervous before.

"Sorry, you know I can't stand so much movement and annoying noises, it's exhausting."

"Oh, I think you can go home if you want, you've done enough for today miss."

A new voice joined in, your father made way with a couple of plates, he left them on the bar to place his hands on your shoulders and rub circles on them, calming you with his touch, you smiled in agreement, your mood improving as you heard that you can go home once and for all, they wouldn't have much work at this hour.

"Don't forget the jacket love, it's already night and it's cold outside!"

"I know mom, bye, love you two!"

You shouted as you were already walking through the door, you waved to both of them before walking out onto the lonely streets, luckily your house wasn't too far from the family business. Without wasting time you grabbed your faithful life companions, your headphones, connecting them to your phone to listen to music at a ridiculously high volume. You let music be your final destination, if you ever suffer an accident, at least it'll be listen to something you like.

Moving your head slightly to the rhythm of the sound, looking at the ground as your legs moved on their own, knowing the way back by heart, you concentrated on drowning out the thoughts leaving your mind blank, it wasn't very difficult since you barely had enough active neurons at this time to have too deep thoughts.

"Huh?"

Some mist came out of your mouth when you felt something tiny cling to your leg, confused, you looked down with a blank look and an imperturbable face, you saw like a kind of fairy-bug, a strange thing was sticking to your leg, looking at you with eyes of a kicked dog. Oh yeah, you started seeing these kinds of creatures, monsters, whatever they are, a couple of months ago when you decided to walk into a 'witchcraft' shop just because a bracelet seemed cute to you.

When you wanted to question the old woman who sold it to you ─after checking that you hadn't spent too much time on the Internet to be hallucinating─ she was no longer there, as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, no one seemed to remember her except of you.

You grimaced, holding the little thing carefully, pushing it away from you as if you had just taken unidentified food out of the sink after having washed the dishes, without hesitation you threw it like it was a snot, you didn't even hear the squeal that came from it as it crashed to the ground because you hadn't turned the music down.

You continued your path, ignoring how more of those monsters began to appear, larger ones, with more or less human shapes, you didn't know if you had reached the point of emotional exhaustion that you no longer cared about those things, or you were so desensitized to certain things that you barely changed your expression.

"Help… help please… my son- oh- it burns…"

Your feet stopped suddenly, almost falling face first to the ground as you felt one of those monsters cling to your arm like an old woman crossing the street with a helper, looking at you with tears flowing down her cheeks, murmuring things you wouldn't understand if you weren't able to read lips, her hand went higher and higher, absorbing your body in a kind of wrestling-like lock-hug.

If you could you would pinch the bridge of your nose, you started to struggle with the woman, she started screaming the further you got away from her, you cursed silently when you couldn't get her off. This was it, the only thing that bothered you about seeing strange things was that they clung to you as if you were some kind of helper or salvation, you are not a saint, you are not a savior, you were nobody, but they kept coming to you like bees to pollen.

"Looks like you need some help"

You turned your head slowly, dramatizing the side eye you gave to that familiar voice, you heard by chance because of the song change and the small silence, but you could feel his presence for miles. Your frown deepened as you saw the albino look at you with a smile, oh, not only did you have to deal with these curses on your own, as if that were not enough, being one of the few people capable of perceiving these things certain people became interested in you. Sorcerers, it was funny, you didn't believe in magic until you saw this albino lunatic exorcise a curse in front of your eyes, even though you were somewhat skeptical, you refused to attend his institute, but they kept showing up to persuade.

"No, I can take care of this."

"Aw sure, go ahead then, I want to see how you do it."

This time you didn't listen to shit, but his shit eating smile told you everything you wanted to know, you started to struggle with the cursed woman again, it didn't work until you started talking to her. You found it was easier if you tried to give comforts to the poor cursed souls, and you had to do it reluctantly on these types of occasions, removing your headphones for greater concentration. You were terrible at comforting people, so it was like an uphill climb to get that curse to leave you alone.

"And that was ten minutes, you could have done it in twenty seconds if you knew how to use cursed energy."

"Just get lost, I already said no."

"We are offering you free knowledge, how can you refuse it?"

"Aren't public schools there for that?"

"There are no exorcization courses that I know of."

You rubbed your face desperately, you didn't want to learn sorcery, you didn't want to get in trouble, you didn't want to have to comfort anyone, you wanted your simple life, helping your parents, studying, getting a decent job. What kind of future would guarantee you knowing how to control that cursed energy? Clearly nothing good.

"I'm going to put it another way… you attract cursed energy, until now you have been lucky enough to find desperate souls in search of comfort, but what will happen when something much worse is stalking you? Something that seeks blood, your blood."

"Then I'll die, isn't it obvious?"

You raised your thumb with a sarcastic smile, you were too tired to continue a conversation, unfortunately Gojo's next words resonated in your head like a scratched record.

"What if they were your parents? They will not be safe by your side, as I said you attract bad energies."

A lump formed in your throat, letting a shaky breath escape your lips, he watched in silence as he had managed to hit your weak spot, your family, it was something you wouldn't change for the world, they were people who would die for you without a second thought, and just like them, you would give your life for them, they showered you with love and affection, the least you could do was protect them from your own problems.

As annoying as it was to give Gojo an affirmative answer, you had to swallow your pride for a greater reason, and just a week later you were already making the move. Covered as a kind of “Erasmus”, your parents were happy that you were going to explore and meet friends on your own, you wanted to tell them that you didn't want to go, that they would refuse to allow that decision, but that wasn't the case.

Then began what seemed like torture for you, as if you had fallen into a spider web and the more you struggled, the more you got caught in the webs. It was strange, everyone there seemed to have knowledge about who you were and where you came from while you were completely uninformed, it felt strange to be greeted so warmly by unknown people, inside you it was stressful to receive such a degree of attention, but you kept your expression unfazed.

You were like an extension of Megumi, only less expressive and definitely more stupid, you had no thoughts beyond your lost eyes staring into space, nothing made you flinch, nothing made you laugh, nothing made you have a hint of emotion that wasn't nervousness or tiredness. And yet the three first-year students, your classmates, could hear how you tried to drown out your nightly sobs, longing for your home and your family, how you secretly laughed lightly when you saw something stupid on your phone. Why didn't you want to share your emotions with them? Weren't they good enough for you?

You don't know what you triggered by strictly trying not to get emotionally close to people who from one day to the next could be in a grave, just because you couldn't stand it, just because you couldn't stand giving up more parts of your little heart to have them break later.

Itadori started to stick to you like a sticker, are you going for a walk? He needs to stretch his legs, do you want to laze around? He too! He is new to this world of curses like you, so he thinks it is better that you help each other in the face of complications and training. The first time he saw how a curse clung to you for comfort it almost gave him a seizure, he would never think he would be able to exorcise something so quickly, it worried him how used you were to being 'attacked' like that constantly and it only increased his worry, he needed to keep you safe from this dangerous world, it was a promise.

Megumi felt sorry, unlike him you had a normal and happy family, people to turn to, a little envious, he wasn't going to lie, but he tried to make you as comfortable as possible, maybe a little too paranoid about your well-being now that you were a novice unwilling to learn, he felt like he was your big brother, he wasn't going to take an eye off you even for a second, you could get hurt or worse and he had already experienced the bitter feeling.

Nobara was persistent that you open up to her, after all girls should be close, maybe she got too obsessed with that phrase when she watched suspiciously as Itadori dragged you to do something stupid ─against your will but without the energy of to refuse─ and you weren't going with her to have a snack or shopping, she felt a pang in her heart, what if she's not there and something happens? She doesn't trust anyone to take care of you, everyone is inept in her eyes.

Gojo proclaimed himself your fake father, no matter how hard he tried, he would in no way replace the real one, but if he wanted to play the family game you would let him if that made him happy. His attitude was the one that bothered you the most because it made you look like a helpless person at his side, he made you look like you needed him to take care of you. You accepted being the weakest link, but you could fight your own battles, especially after discovering some of your abilities, but he wouldn't allow it, you're too adorable to let go.

After some tests, missions and training, they discovered that your cursed energy acted like an antenna, attracting all curses that wanted to be forgiven or sought freedom. You were cursed with the 'gift' of forgiving and freeing from torture curses that wanted to cease to exist, and you acted as a peacemaker on some occasions. Luck was definitely not on your side or it was kicking you for having laughed at so many other people's sorrows on the internet, couldn't you punch? Kicks? Do voodoo? Summon shikigami? No, you had to pat and release cursed souls.

You didn't have enough suffocating attention from the sorcerers that you also had to have that from the curses. You were going to look for the old woman who cursed you the day you entered her store in another life and you were going to sacrifice her in the name of barbatos.

"Hey there you were! We're going out to dinner, are you coming?"

Nobara opened your door without knocking, you didn't stop looking at the ceiling while you lay motionless in your bed, you shook your head slowly in denial, you weren't in the mood, you were never in the mood.

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no way you can stay here alone, come on, come on! Gojo will pay for everyone."

Itadori entered immediately, pulling your wrist to drag you, you slid off the bed like a dead body, looking blankly at the boy who was giving you a puppy dog look, it wasn't that that made you accept, but if you didn't accept you would pass more time arguing with them in a useless way. You had learned to accept your destiny, you had learned to stay still in that web, maybe if you manage not to move you can free yourself, just maybe.

"I'm glad you decided to accept! It is good to have bonding time with your classmates and teacher, it encourages communication."

You nodded, looking absentmindedly at your phone, scrolling through the screen without looking at anything in particular but not wanting to have to look at the albino's expression, he knew you were going to accept, he knew you were going to go with them because they wouldn't give you any other option. He put his arm around your shoulders dragging you towards the car while he chattered things that went in one ear and out the other.

"Will you sit next to me?"

" No way, she will sit with me!"

And the tug of war began between Itadori and Nobara over who you would sit next to, too stubborn to 'share' if you sat in the middle, they would prefer to be the only ones next to you, Megumi on the other hand was the smartest when entering the first, if he sat in the middle he would assure him that you would sit next to him, however, absorbed in the discussion, they did not notice how you moved towards the passenger seat, end of the discussion and the headache, now you just had to rack your brain thinking about how to solve the fight next to who you would sit at while eating without giving anyone the benefit.

Sometimes you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things, now you had four caregivers but no concussion, for now.

[jinxificada]

something to relax

dealer!jinx x fem!reader

summary: you deserve a rest, so you turn to the infamous jinx for help.

notes: nsfw, modern au, wc 4k !! inaccurate drug dealing.

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"i'm telling you, you're insanely overworking yourself. i don't even understand where'd you get all the time to do everything you do." your friend scolds you jokingly, though you can tell she's honestly worried for you.

"nonsense." you roll your eyes in denial, "i'm alright, we take the same classes."

"i'm not in any club doing extracurricular stuff, nor am i tutoring any dumb kid." she discusses, walking with you through the crowded hallway towards your next class.

"well i don't really have a choice, it's for the-"

"the scholarship, i know." she sighs, finally arriving. "just... please take a moment to relax."

you both take your seats almost in the middle of the classroom, by the windows. she always sat in front of you, so she would turn around and chat whenever she wanted without you being able to ignore her.

"what about we go to that party on saturday?" she proposes and you already bite your lip with an hesitant expression, "please! we don't have to stay the whole time, just an hour or two."

"i don't know... i don't have a car and it’ll be too late to take the bus." you poorly excuse, not wanting to fully reject her.

"i can drive you! or you can just stay at mine." she happily resolves and you just nod with a sigh.

it's not that you didn't like hanging out with your friend, nor she's always so insistent. she usually is very understanding and gives you space. but the exams were getting close and you needed to higher your grades in a couple of classes, so you've been paying extra attention in classes, speaking with a couple of teachers on how to improve your grades and busying yourself with the usual assignments, the extra assignments, and tutoring this one kid below your year for some extra money.

unlike most of the students here, your family isn't able to properly pay for your education. you've done your previous years in the public school your small town, your teachers were so amazed with your capabilities that they recommended your parents to send you somewhere... better. they all collaborated on writing a recommendation letter for your acceptance. and you got the full scholarship! congrats, now you have to work harder than your classmates in order to keep it.

it wasn't fair, and your friend knew it. she felt so bad that she couldn't help you with money or your studies, but she can help you to ease your mind a bit.

so, you could only frown while making a mental list of all the valuable things you could be doing instead of this, standing in a big kitchen full of intoxicated teenagers. your friend was trying to talk with you while mixing alcohol in disposable cups for each one of you.

"and tomy was sticking his tongue inside of mary's mouth in front of her father, ew! you should've seen their faces when they realized, her father was burning red, i don't know if from embarrasment or anger." she rambled with a loud laugh.

you chuckle, mostly because her laugh was contagious. "who was tomy, again?"

"shh, he's coming." she suddenly leans in to whisper before pulling back wearing her social smile, "tomyy!"

a rather scrawny tall boy comes from behind you saying your friend's name in the same way, "fancy seeing you here!" ah, he had a high pitched voice.

"i didn't want you to miss me!" she quickly jokes, "nice party!"

"i'm guessing you're having a good time." he chuckles. at this point he's set himself right next to you and still hadn't acknoledge you. "have you already found jinx?" he asks curiously with a supposedly mischeavous smile.

"damn, she's here already?"

"yeah, just bought from her in the second garden."

'what the hell is a second garden?' you thought with a weirded out glance.

they chat a bit more and you think you know the kitchen from memory after rolling your eyes around as they talked. the boy soon moves to another guest and your friend turns back to you.

"the funniest thing is that they were sent to the principal's office was for sucking their faces off in the middle of class." she continues the conversation she was having with you as if you've never been interrupted, it was a talent of hers.

'is this what she thinks of a relaxing night...?' you mentally complained. you had your friend talk you ear off 5 days a week, but that didn't seem enough for her. at some point you muted her voice from your head and only listened to the loud pop music and different people talking over each other. your eyes were fixed on the next room through the kitchen's door, the flashing lights barely illuminated the crowd. blondes, brunettes and redheads, they all stay in the background when a blue head pushes through them to your way.

you physically react with a quiet sigh when you can see her face. a pretty girl, with the softest features you've ever seen, decorated with a messy dark makeup and intense eyes. curious to see how her full style looked like your gaze lowers on her body, she was wearing a white laced corset gripping her chest for life and low wasted black denim shorts, along with the biggest boots you've ever seen.

the girl who caught your eye walked into the room with loud, confident steps. people quickle recognized her, some greeted, some lowered their eyes to the floor. she only smiled briefly before grabbing two closed bottles of vodka like she owned the place and left.

"who was that?" you breath out, realizing you've been holding it the whole time.

"jinx," your friend shrugged, "local dealer, mental problems and rich daddy." she summarized, fixing her lipstick and soon changing the topic.

the night ended up being a boomer. your friend got a stoner to share his blunt with you both and that, mixed with the alcohol you had been drinking since the night started, made you both pretty tired and sleepy. luckily, your friend's house was about two streets down from the party, allowing you to arrive sound and safe while intoxicated.

you couldn't deny that you slept like a baby.

but the week started again a day after, along with your responsabilities. and it seemed that it's gonna be a shitty one.

for your extracurricular activity, you had the job to take decent pictures for the school's paper. they were all rejected by the president in charge. you scored a negative B in a practically easy test because you were too distracted noticing that the so named jinx was in the same class as you. 'she looks very pretty in the dark blue uniform.' was your constant thought. and the cherry on top, you didn't have your extra money of the week because the parents of your student were late with the payment.

they were showered in wealth, why won't they give you your 50 dollars? now they’ll have to pay $100 next week.

but for now… you had to survive with the remaining money you had left for the rest of the week. and it was only monday.

you thought you could handle this particularly difficult week, but all this tension build up only to blow up on your face. and the face of the teacher who was telling you why you had to rewrite the essay you just submitted.

you were use to cry over stress, you thought it was a healthy way of letting it out. just not in the public eye.

tears and sobs were comming out of you as you walked down the halls, feeling like millions of eyes were judging you. how embarrasing, right? but that was only your mind playing you, the only person who looked at you twice was tomy who recognized you but couldn't recall from where.

it was friday and the classes already ended, the club was about to start in ten minutes but you were debating whether test your luck and see if it can all get shittier or just call it a day and go home.

but a loud yell of your name from behind you interrupted this final decision, your friend throted her way up to you and worriedly wiped your tears.

"are you okay? what happened?"

"i'm fucked up! i'm gonna fail all my exams and get kicked out from this stupid school!" you dramatically cried in the comfort of your friend's arms. you knew she was fighting demons to not roll her eyes and say 'i told you'.

she listened to your whines for a couple more minutes until she had an idea.

"okay stop, shush." you frowned but stayed quiet anyways, "listen, i know jinx stays in club hours to sell, she must be in that shitty bathroom from the second floor. why don't you go buy some weed and relax this weekend?"

your frown deepened and even a light blush appeared on your wet cheeks, "uhm, i don't know... why don't you just stay at my house to hangout, please?"

"oh hun, i would love to but my parents are taking me to visit my grandma." who lived far far away, you nodded. "just, try what i'm telling you, okay?"

"okay..." you hesitantly say, your friend seemed in a rush because just when you were about to ask her how much it would probably cost and how many grams you should buy, she pecked both of your cheeks in goodbye and left you standing in an almost empty hallway.

you were on your own now, hoping the 15 dollars you had left from this long week would be enough, but you doubted it.

you hesitantly pushed the door of the supposedly shitty bathroom (it didn't have a mirror, nor the renovated cubicle doors the other's had, though it was perfectly functional). welcomed by the sight of jinx sitting on top of the counter sink, ciggarette in hand and an amused smile on her face while she talked with another girl.

they quickly shut up at your presence. you purse your lips awkwardly at them, you were about to greet them when this other girl just scoffed as if you ruined something and leaned to whisper in the bluehaired's ear. jinx only chuckled in what you thought was a very flirty manner and the girl left, leaving you alone with her.

it was a good moment to say something, jinx was looking at you expectantly but you were too busy checking her out.

the school uniform itself is rather conservative, but it was usual for students to fix it to their liking as long as it isn't too inappropiate. jinx seemed to be an exception, because you didn't know how was she allowed to move around with the skirt so short. you weren't complaining, not at all. with the way she crossed her legs you could easily appreciate her pale legs, noticing a few marks and bruises which fed your curiosity.

she cleared her throat, "so? you came all the way here to stare at me?"

"no- no, sorry." you quickly apologized and presented yourself, taking a few steps closer, your voices echoing in the bathroom,

"right… what can i offer you?"

though her words were friendly enough, her tone was playful and given that you had a breakdown just minutes ago, you couldn't help but feel like she was mocking you. she probably was.

"i, uh, i was wondering what's your cheapest relaxing item?" you hesitantly ask, seeing the corner of her lips rising the slightest bit in a smirk.

"are you familiar with drugs?"

"no... not really."

"then i have the perfect discount for you!" jinx smiles brightly and you get even more closer, interested. "weed is ideal for begginers, and i can give you 15g for 100 bucks, whatcha say?"

"oh." you instantly gloom. "and... h-how much for 2 or 3g?"

"3 grams? you can barely make a blunt with that." she mocks raising an eyebrow, studying you for a second before smirking again. it was hard to read her, but you could sense she had something in mind as it seemed rather mischeavous. "for 3g... 20 bucks."

you sighed, looking away in embarrasment. you heard that her prices were high, but this... what did she need so much money for, anyways?

"okay, um... i don't have enough money with me right now. thank you." you sheepeshly said, ready to turn around and go back home to keep crying.

"wait!" she suddenly says, decrossing her legs to shift in her spot, "don't give up so easily... we can arrange something..."

"arrange...?" you repeated, confused. jinx motioned with her fingers to approach her and you did, mantaining a respectable distance before she could reach your arm and pull you even closer, caresing the lenght of it along with your hand. you were stunned, feeling your ears and chest warm up. "how come?" you murmured, trying to grasp on the situation.

"i'm feelin' nice..." she hummed, "i can give you 5g... if you give me head."

"e-excuse me?" that was your first reaction, pulling the hand she was holding away and to your chest, "what...? are you serious?"

"oh don't be such a prude!" she chuckles, giving you a knowing look, "d'ya think i'm dumb? i've seen you staring, i know you want me."

her bluntness made you blush, damn, her mere presence made you blush. she was exposing you while offering her body in change of some weed. you've never been in this kind of situation before, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something to say.

she kept distracting you though, with that pretty smirk of hers. since you didn't instantly ran away, jinx knew her guess was correct. reaching for your hand again and rounding your hips with her long legs to pull you closer, till your body hit the counter she was sitting on.

"i know you want me." she repeated in a low tone, "and i know you need it, toots." you unconsciously lean into her touch as she caress your cheek, right where the dried tears rested on.

"i don't want to t-take advantage of you..." you dumbly say, jinx almost pouted at how adorable you were. you thought it was you who was taking advantage of this?

"you're not, silly!" she giggled raspily, "this is business."

"i'm- i don't.... i'm not sure..." you rambled, and before you could make a point -if you were ever going to make it-, jinx pulled you into her for a kiss. a hungry, intense kiss.

and you instantly melted, your hands traveled to hug her waist as you reciprocated. she tasted like that ciggarette she was smoking a moment ago, mixed with the flavour of some candy.

you thought it was hot.

her body shifted closer, sitting by the edge of the counter to easily push her hips into you. the heated make-out was interrupted by her own heavy breaths.

"see, toots?" she rasped, "you can do it."

"okay." you hummed, leaning in to kiss her again. it was ridiculous really, how easily you gave in. specially after she dodged your attempt with an evil smirk.

"uh-uh." she pushed you by the shoulders, "i asked you to eat me out."

you almost scoffed in complain, before realizing that maybe… this was even better.

"but i have a condition." jinx called for your attention with an amused chuckle. "you have to make me squirt."

"fuck." you sighed, "really...? are you-?"

"i know i can, yeah." she nods, spreading her legs for you, "but it won't be easy..."

you certainly wouldn't mind trying, you weren't exactly up close to her pussy and you could already feel the smell of her arousal, inviting you to taste her. jinx lifted up her skirt to expose her lingerie, a furious pink with a wet spot on her center that watered your mouth.

soon enough you were kneeling down, it was a bit uncomfortable given the height of the sink. hesitantly, you licked your lips and looked up at her, in search of confirmation. in response, jinx flashed you a playful smile, leaning back to rest her weight on her hands.

satisfied, you concentrated on her pussy, carefully pressing down your thumb as if testing the waters. her hips twitched at the contact, moving towards your hand. you let out a hum, 'sensitive?'. experimentally, you sticked your tongue out to lap over her underwear, the wet spot growing as it mixed with your saliva. you were contently taking things slow, against jinx own desires.

she aggresively gripped your hair to push your head into her pussy, "don't tease me, nerd." she husked.

and you couldn't bring yourself to mind, rushing to move her panties to the side to finally taste her. you wanted to impress her, you wanted her to like you, and give her the best head she'd ever have. your lips hugged her clit, quickly working on her pussy, sucking and lapping. you were rewarded with quiet sighs and trembling legs, occasionally a moan. but it seemed that jinx was trying not to crumble, silencing her sounds by pressing her lips together, though it barely did the job. you didn't mind, not when you were making out with her pussy so fervently.

your hands gripped her plushy thighs as you put them on your shoulders, helping her to stay still. her hips twitched towards you every now and then, when you would suck particularly hard on her throbbing clit. and you? you were having the time of your life.

as busy as you always were, it’s been quite long since you had some fun like this.

jinx looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks, meowing softly as she felt herself coming undone at your enthusiastic work on her pussy. her hand pulled at your hair and you opened your eyes to meet hers, but her head was thrown back in pleasure. you didn’t stop, instead you moved your hand to furiously rub her center until she looked at you again, biting her lower lip to muffle her moan. she came against your mouth, rocking her hips lazily against you.

you licked her clean a few times before realizing you didn't accomplished your task, she didn't squirt.

"well well, toots," she said accompanied with a breathless and amused chuckle, "i told you it would be- mhm!" her mocking words were interrupted by your actions, you decided that you'll just try harder.

you went back at it, this time focusing more on her unattended hole. when your tongue explored a little more inside, your nose hit her clit sending shivers through her back as she arched. her initial surprise was overpowered with pleasure, she didn't care anymore about not showing how much she was enjoying herself.

after the previous stimulation, this time she reached her limit much quicker. you really wanted to make her squirt, so you put all your effort on your fingers, which you carefully put inside her. jinx cursed above you, letting you do whatever you wanted with your body as everything felt just so good for her.

and the reward came along her relief, her cum fell all over your lower face, though you shamelessly tried to drink all you could.

"mkay, stop-" jinx whined lowly as you kept your mouth attached to her pussy, against her own words her legs squeezed your head tightly.

you pulled back a few seconds later, wiping your chin with the back of your hand only to smudge all her fluids to your cheek, making her giggle. she motioned at you to get closer, opening the flush of water on the sink by her side.

"thanks." you smiled quietly as she cleaned your face with water, "your thighs..." you pointed out at the wet mess on her inner thighs.

"i know."

jinx took a deep breath before making an effort to get down the counter, barely struggling to make her way inside a cubicle. you shyly stayed put, fixing your hair looking to anywhere else to give her some privacy as she cleaned herself up.

"i didn't know you were that stubborn." the bluehaired girl mocked you, suddenly she was by your side again. this time cornering you.

"you- you asked me to do it."

"yeah..."

there was something so mesmerizing in her blushed cheeks, her darkened blue eyes. your breath got caught in your throat when you felt her slim fingers sneaking under your skirt uniform to playfully pull on the edge of your underwear.

you only looked at her with little hesitance before you tried to lean in and kiss her. she dodge your attempt for the second time, not letting you time to react when she forcefully turned you around, pushing her chest on your back.

"i can give you the 15g, if you let me play a little bit." she whispered against your ear, nibbling at the earring you were wearing, "hmm? will ya let me?"

"yeah," you quickly agreed with a pleading voice, hitching up your own skirt and resting your hand on top of hers while pushing your hips, your movements were hurried and desperate, there was a pulsing desiring waiting to be attended. jinx was overly amused, rubbing your center over your underwear. "yes..." you sighed, throwing your head back to her side, leaving you neck exposed for her to keep her lips busy with.

breathless moans left your mouth, relaxing your body against her touch when loud steps startled you. it was impossible for you to ignore them because there was a chance that someone could caught you both. though jinx didn't seem to care, mindlessly biting your skin.

"did you hear that?" you mumbled, your body tensed in anticipation.

"yeah," she giggled in response, capturing your attention by getting her hands under you panties which got a squeak sound out of you. "imagine if they find us here."

"not funny-" you grumbled, unable to push her away but your eyes fixed on the closed door.

"c'mon baby, must be the janitor. he's not allowed to come here." she reassured, her other hand moving your head to her, kissing your lips messily.

you gave in, sighing into her as she pump her fingers in and out of you. you already felt so stimulated that a few minutes later you were already cumming on her hand. she doesn't stops till you ride out of your high.

jinx loudly pecks your cheek, pulling her fingers out and up to her mouth, sucking off your cum.

"god." your voice trembled at the sight.

she only smirked at you, walking to her bag which was laying on the floor. your eyes were closed while you fixed yourself again, anxious to get home and change your dirty underwear as you can uncomfortably feel the stickness.

when you opened them, jinx left on the counter a small ziploc bag.

"a deal is a deal." she shrugs, "enjoy."

you slowly reached to the bag, a bit conflicted by how the situation was ending.

“i- i’m not even sure i needed it now.”

jinx raised her eyebrows at your murmur, you came to her with those desperate and anxious eyes, only for you to not accept it?

but she knew better, with her signature mischievous smirk she approached you once again, puts the bag in your hands and let her fingers linger a bit more on top of them.

“how about this? take ‘em home, use it tonight and touch yourself thinking ‘bout me.”

your eyes open slightly, and you blush like you didn’t just fuck her a couple of minutes ago. either she always caught you out of guard, or you’re simply not used to being… so vulgar.

“so? will you do that f’me?” she stares at you expectantly with those big blue eyes, amused by your reactions.

“y-yeah, yes i’ll do it.”

“cute.” she sighs, leaning to peck your cheek once again before going to grab her bag and walk towards the exit. ���i want proof! text me later!” she chuckles loudly by the door and just as loudly smacks it closed.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Steve Harrington

A/N: aaaahh xD here it is! I honestly had this story for SO LONG! I turned it a dialogue, a prompt, a drabble and ended up here so I hope you like it xD   

Request - Anonymous asked: Well hiii This is so odd. It's the first time I do a request, I actually don't speak english that well soo... but I really like your writing and I love stranger things and I really hope you write about it, I would love something with clingy Steve, he gives me that vibes super fluffy 😍 You are incredible by the way 🙋🏻‍♀️

Warnings: jealous!clingy!Steve :D also, Eddie being a little shit (not in a bad way though xD just messing with Steve) I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger things :D gif isn’t mine :) 

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

I gotta be cool, relax Get hip and get on my tracks Take a back seat, hitchhike And take a long ride on my motorbike Until I'm ready... crazy little thing called love

"Steve?" you smiled, feeling his lips on your neck.

"Hmm?" you heard him as you leaned back, trying to stay focused on what you needed to say.

"Love, I have to go" you chuckled as he gave you another kiss.

"No" he said, as he continued his trail of kisses, making you laugh a little.

"Steve, I'm gonna be really late" you said, trying to pull away, even though you didn't want to.

"But I don't want you to go" he pouted, looking at you with his big puppy, beautiful brown eyes. You smiled sweetly at him and kissed him on the lips.

"I know, love but we have to work on this project and I promised Eddie and Jonathan I'd meet them like ten minutes ago" you said, looking at your watch as you finally unglued yourself from your boyfriend.

"Uh... Jonathan... Byers?" he asked, as you started getting your stuff.

"Yeah" you shrugged, fixing yourself up and grabbing your bag.

"And... Eddie Munson?"

"Uh-huh" you said, looking at yourself in the mirror, and then you turned to him again, giving him a peck on the lips. "It's just for a couple of hours, okay?" you smiled. "I'll be back before you know it" you smiled.

"At least let me drive you-" he said, getting up.

"I don't want you to be late, love. You promised Dustin that-"

"Henderson can wait" he complained.

"Steve" you smiled, stopping him when you saw the upset expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm" he said, nodding quickly.

"Look at me" you said, cupping his cheek with your hand. You knew he wasn't. He was upset. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just... wanted to spend more time with you" he said quickly, smiling and leaning in to kiss you again.

"I know, I wanted to spend more time with you but look at it this way, it's only for a couple of hours while you take Dustin and the rest of them to the arcade, and then we have the whole weekend to ourselves" you smiled, kissing him once more. It was one of those many weekends when Steve's parents weren't in town so, he had the whole weekend planned for you.

"What if you call them and tell them you're sick" he suggested, starting to kiss you again and then pouting at you.

"I can't do that" you chuckled. "This is like a third percent of our grade, love. And we're almost done" you told him. "I promise you won't even notice I'm gone" you assured him.

"That's not true" he smiled.

"Look, the quicker I get there, the quicker I'm back" you said, kissing his cheek and pushing away from him.

"At least let me take you" he asked again, standing up and walking closer to you.

"Love, the diner we're meeting at is on the opposite way to the arcade, I'll just make you late. And you still have to pick everyone up. I'll just take my bike" you told him.

"How did I even get tangled into taking them to the arcade?"

"The same way you always do" you chuckled. "You can't say no to Dustin" you told him.

"Yes, I can!" he argued.

"It's sweet that you think that" you smiled. "But you really can't" you informed him. "I'll see you later okay?"

"Wait" he said, grabbing one of his sweatshirts and putting it on you. "It's gonna be cold later" he insisted.

"Okay" you chuckled, confused. "Thanks, love" you said, kissing his cheek.

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"Eddie, for the last time, we're not doing our report as a metal song" you said, rolling your eyes as Jonathan tried not to laugh.

"Why not? It would be so badass! Nobody else will do it!"

"Exactly, because we can't do a metal song" you tried to reason with him.

"Where in the guidelines does it say that we can't?" he complained.

"Jonathan, a little help here?" you said looking at your other partner.

"Eddie, even if we could, we can't play any instruments" Jonathan said pointing at you and himself.

"You sing, sweetheart?" Eddie smirked at you.

"Not unless you want everyone in the room to evacuate the premises as quickly as possible" you said, making him laugh.

"Aw, come on, love, I think you're selling yourself short" Eddie said, just as Steve walked into the diner. "All pretty girls can sing" Eddie smirked, making you laugh.

"You're too nice, Munson" you smiled, rolling your eyes. "But in this case, I think Jonathan might be your best choice for lead singer" you said, making Eddie turn to look at Jonathan as he widened his eyes at the two of you.

"What do you say, Johnny boy? You in?" Eddie smirked at him.

"Uhh..."

"Steve?" you asked noticing your boyfriend had walked into the diner and made his way towards your table.

"Love?" he acted confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I told you I was getting together with Eddie and Jonathan to work on our project" you reminded him.

"Oh, I didn't know you meant this diner" he said before looking at the other two. "Munson" he nodded his head towards Eddie and then he looked at Jonathan. "Byers."

"Hey" Jonathan said quietly before going back to his notes.

"Harrington" Eddie said with an amused smirk.

"M-Munson" Steve nodded.

"What brings you to this part of town? I thought Henderson mentioned you'd be going to the arcade with them" he said.

"Well, not really. I was just... taking them to the arcade" he explained. "And they got a ride home so, I was hungry and I just-"

"Happened to be here?" Eddie smirked at him. "Well, why don't you join us, pretty boy?"

"Um..." Steve said, raising his eyebrow and looking at you, who smiled, nodding back at him. "Sure" he said as you scootched over on the booth to make room for him, a little closer to Eddie. "So, how's the project going?"

"Uh- w-well, Eddie is insisting that we do our report as a metal song" you informed him as Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Oh, give me some credit, sweetheart, I've been more helpful than that" he smirked, noticing the glare on Steve's look when he called you sweetheart but you didn't even seem to notice, so he just smiled goofily at your boyfriend.

"You really haven't, Munson" you smirked at Eddie, who placed his hand over his heart and dramatically scoffed, offended.

"You're breaking my heart, sunshine" he continued before he softly hit Jonathan on his arm, making him look up. "Come on, Jonny boy, back me up here" he told him.

"Okay... Eddie, what is the name of the book that the report is about?" he asked with a small smirk, making you look at Eddie too, amused when his smirk dropped.

"That's not helping, Byers" he glared at Jonathan. "Just because the two of you have your private little book club, and you two nerds didn't want to do our book report on Lord of The Rings, it doesn't mean that I haven't been helpful" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Your what?" Steve asked, with a small scoff.

"Oh, you don't know? Byers and your girlfriend have a private book club, which apparently is very exclusive" he said, mocking you as you rolled your eyes.

"It is not a book club, Jonathan and I just exchange some books that we think the other one would enjoy. We told you we could lend you some books but you said if it wasn't Lord of The Rings or anything related to D&D or Metal history, you were not interested" you informed Steve.

"That's not true! I also like The Shining and Stephen King books" he defended himself. "It's like you've never heard of IT!"

"I'm terrified of clowns, Munson. Why on Earth would I read IT?"

"Aw, you scared of clowns, sweetheart?" he smirked as Steve took a deep breath. "That's adorable!"

"That's adorable" you mocked Eddie's voice looking at him and he stuck his tongue out at you.

"Oh, that reminds me" Jonathan suddenly said before looking for a book in his bag. "I got this one for you" he said handing it to you.

"Oh my God! Love in the Time of Cholera!" you said, excitedly, eyeing the book as Steve and Eddie watch the entire interaction between you and Jonathan.

"Is that a... love book?" Steve asked, confused.

"Yes!" you said, showing it to him. "The author is Colombian and the original book is in Spanish. It's really hard to get a version in English" you explained as you started going through the pages and discussing the book with Jonathan.

"You okay over there, Harrington?" Eddie smirked throwing an arm around you and resting it on the back of your seat.

"Wonderful... never been better" Steve said through clenched teeth before he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, away from Eddie.

"Hi, love" you smiled, kissing his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Fine" he said, with a firm smile.

"Are you sure?" you frowned. "I know this is a bit boring, that's why I thought you'd rather wait for me to finish-"

"I don't mind" he assured you, pulling you even closer by your waist and kissing your forehead.

"Okay" you still said, unconvinced. "We're almost done for today" you told him. "We all have a free period on Monday so we'll each work a little on the weekend and just finish Monday" you told him.

"It's okay, love. Take your time" he said as you went back to your group but Steve still held on to your hand.

"Hey, sweetheart?" Eddie smirked at you on your other side and you felt Steve's grip tightening on your hand. "I think I need your help over here. You think your lovely boyfriend could... share you for a moment?"

If looks could kill, Steve would have already murdered Eddie by now. He thought he was hiding it well but he squeezed your hand even harder.

"Ouch! Steve!"

"Shit!" he said, letting go of your hand. "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to-"

"Could I talk to you for a second?" you asked.

"Uhhhhh" Eddie and Jonathan mocked him, making Steve glare at the two of them before he rolled his eyes and walked away from the table.

"I'll be right back" you told Eddie and Jonathan. "And stop messing with him!" you said, slapping Eddie's arm.

"Ouch!"

You walked over to Steve who was waiting for you, looking upset.

"Love, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just-"

"Steve, what is going on with you today? And don't say 'nothing' because you've been acting strange" you said, worriedly.

"I just-" he sighed, nervously scratching the back of his head with his hand. He then, without even meaning to, glared over at your table.

"Is it... is this because of Eddie and Jonathan?" you asked, frowning your eyebrows.

"No" he said, unconvincingly.

"Steve" you said, raising your eyebrow at him.

"Okay, fine! I just... didn't exactly love the fact that you were going to spend your entire afternoon with them" he said, grumpily. "And why does Jonathan have to give you books or why does Eddie call you sweetheart?"

"Eddie calls everyone sweetheart" you frowned your eyebrows, confused. "And Jonathan and I started exchanging books because he once mentioned Will wanted to read one book that I had" you explained. "Love, you know I needed work on our project, nothing more, right? I didn't want to blow you off to hang out with them or anything like that-"

"No, I know I just... well, you know I've never really liked either one of them and I just-" he sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't know-"

"Is this because... of Jonathan and Nancy?" you asked. "And... well, Eddie with Dustin?"

"N-no-"

"Honey" you said, your expression turning soft. "Look, I understand that you've never really liked Jonathan because of... what happened with Nancy" you started. "And you don't love the fact that Dustin hangs out with Eddie so much instead of you" you reminded him. "But you don't have to worry about me" you assured him.

"I know I don't. I'm sorry, I didn't want to feel this way, I just... I don't know, everyone seems to leave me for them, and I... I guess I didn't want you to do that too" he admitted, looking down. You softly placed your hand on his chin and lifted his head up.

"First of all, Dustin adores you and he didn't leave you for Eddie. There is nothing wrong with him making a new friend that gets the things that he likes" you informed him. "And secondly, and most importantly, I would never leave you" you insisted. "For Eddie, or Jonathan, or anyone else" you added. "I love you, and I promise, you have nothing to worry about, love-"

"You love me?" he asked, suddenly, feeling his entire heart flutter.

"Of course, I do" you chuckled.

"You've never- um... we haven't... said that before" he said, letting out a sigh of relief with his smile. "W-well, actually no one's um-" you cut him off, leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Steve Harrington" you repeated, smiling at him when you pulled away.

"I love you too" he said, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.

"Do you mind waiting just a few more minutes until we finish and then we can go?" you said, smiling up at him. "I promise I'm all yours, all weekend" you smirked.

"Of course, love" he said, kissing your cheek. "I'll grab something to drink for everyone, okay?"

"Okay" you smiled, giving him another peck on the lips. "I love you" you repeated, loving the way his smile turned brighter whenever you did.

"I love you too" he said, kissing your head as you came back to your table. Steve went over to the diner's bar to order a few drinks for the four of you, as he was joined by Eddie.

"So..." he smirked, leaning on the bar and looking at Steve. "You done marking your territory on your girlfriend? Or are you going to fight me and Byers outside?" he mocked him.

"I wasn't doing that" Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, you did everything but pee on her" Eddie laughed but Steve just glared at him. "Look, I get it. Byers and I are probably your least favorite people, but I gotta say, Harrington, this is not a good color on you" he insisted. "You don't seem like the 'badass Steve Harrington' that Henderson is always rambling about" he shrugged.

"What?" Steve asked. "D-Dustin said I'm a badass?" he said, feeling himself smile.

"He insists on the matter actually" Eddie informed him. "And look, for what it's worth, that girl is like ridiculously in love with you, man!" he said, pointing at your table. "She won't shut up about you either. And she didn't even notice me flirting with her, which by the way, I only did to mess with you so, please don't hit me for that" he chuckled.

"Seriously?" Steve asked, glaring a little at him.

"Yeah, man. That's what I do. It was fun to see you all flustered and with a murder glare in your eyes. But, scout's honor, I have no interest whatsoever in your lovely girlfriend. I mean, she's cute and all but she's not really my type" he admitted.

"Really?" Steve asked, intrigued. "And what's your type, Munson?"

"Her boyfriend" Eddie smirked, winking at Steve, who felt his cheeks burn a little and didn't really know what to reply.

"MUNSON! Leave my boyfriend alone!"

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it! Eddie’s coming up next :) let me know what you think :D

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Baby, just talk

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language

In which a day off from school leads you to a weekend where you and Capri get closer than ever.

You took the day off from school today— college was tough, alright? You needed a break. But now being bored out of your mind, you were just sitting on the couch and staring into space. Groaning out of frustration, you got up and started to pace the living room. Noticing the time on your lock screen, Capri would’ve just arrived at school. A few minutes later, you get a text from her — a mirror selfie in the school bathroom. She looked damn good, obviously. She always does. You replied, set your phone down then went to make yourself a cup of coffee. During which, your phone buzzed a few times. And you knew it was Capri— no one else texted you at this hour. Plus, your parents were both out of town. Your Mom was helping her sister house-sit, your Dad went on a cruise with her work friends. Both of them would be gone for a week.

You gulped, feeling the little bit of excitement within you intensifying. You knew what was coming for you today. It wasn’t the first time, of course. You knew just what to expect, but yet she never fails to blow your goddamn mind every single time.

She looked amazing in her outfit today and she knew you loved it. So she sent you a couple more photos of herself in it. And then way more throughout the day from a sneaky little folder which contained things that were far from innocent. The photos of the outfit today were the tamest ones out of everything else you were about to receive in the coming hours.

Before lunchtime even came around, you weren’t so sure you weren’t going to be the one coming just from the photos alone. Exhaling harshly, you tossed your phone onto your bed and got up to pace the room. Your phone’s screen continues to light up— she was still sending you a bunch of photos, audio files and even videos. Some of which you’ve already not seen before. Your mind was spinning, your heart was hammering against your chest all while the ache between your legs grew, and grew. Yet you couldn’t do anything about it.

Or could you?

Of course you could, you were home alone. What were you thinking? Clearly not much.

You grabbed your laptop from your desk and a couple of toys from your nightstand drawer. Placing them on your bed, you shut the door and the curtains. It would not be hard at all to get yourself all worked up. What Capri’s been doing sending you all sorts of pictures and stuff? You were as good as halfway there. The girl knew exactly what she was doing— she knew that at this time of the month, you’d either be in a hell lot of pain or be needy as fuck. Right now, it was the latter. Okay, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been painfully obvious about it in your texts, but she was really feeding into your imagination right now.

You weren’t one to look up things like pornography to help yourself, you’ve never done that. Let’s face it, with Capri, she was more than enough. But somehow, curiosity got the better of you and you were looking up some positions. Things haven’t exactly been vanilla with Capri, but hey, it doesn’t hurt to know a little more. Right?

Your little research session didn’t last for long, because your thoughts were interrupted by Capri— again. Text after text, you got more and more riled up. It was getting harder and harder for you to focus. Your mind started to drift away, fantasising about Capri: what Capri’d do to you, what Capri’d do for you. Recalling how her kisses felt against your lips, and against your skin causes a rush of heat to shoot down south and pool between your thighs. It drove you crazy. You sighed, shut your laptop then grabbed your phone and a vibrator. You were feeling a little annoyed by yourself for being so easily worked up right now. God, how you wished she was here. How you wished she was here to do all sorts of sinful things to you, making you feel good.

Another text, another rush of heat down south. You cursed, rolling your eyes. Powering on the vibe, you held it to your clit over the fabric of your shorts, legs spread open without a thought. Your back was resting against two pillows, propping you up. The longer this went on for, the more relaxed you felt. Your head rolls back onto the pillows as you inhale sharply. “Shit.” You muttered, swallowing harshly as you scrolled through all the texts from Capri— each one making you more and more aroused. You turned up the speed on the vibrator, chewing on your lip as your eyes focused on the screen of your phone in your other hand.

“Fuck.” You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your giddy mind but you were so fucked, your mind was just filling up with fantasises. All of which without a doubt, about Capri. Of course. Soon enough, you were sliding off your shorts and underwear, tossing them aside. Imagining her hands roaming your body, her nipping and kissing your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to where you needed her the most? Shit, you were wet. So fucking wet. God, how Capri would eat you up. It was as though you two were interlinked, her next text only made you increasingly frustrated. ‘You need me, don’t you? You’re thinking about me. I know you.’

Ding.

“Don’t finish without me.” You read off your phone. Sighing, you kept going anyway. You kept going, until you were close. Then you stopped. You stopped to text her back, letting her know that you’ve just edged yourself and planned to do it again. Capri was thrilled to read that from you. So thrilled, she encouraged it. You scrolled through your phone a bit to let things calm down before you continued again. You felt the forceful throbbing soon after, causing your breath to grow heavier before a strangled whine erupted from your throat. How much longer could you wait, really?

You hastily powered off the toy in your hand and let it go, almost reflexively having your hand glide down your front and rubbing the bundle of nerves to provide yourself with some relief— as if that would bring you to the edge any slower. It wouldn’t, especially with your mind running wild right now. Especially with what you’ve been doing to yourself. And with Capri helping you with those seemingly endless text messages.

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When lunchtime rolled around, she called you. She actually called you.

“What— why are you calling me? Go eat your lunch.”

She laughs, you were expecting an absolutely unhinged reply— which you got, “I’d rather be eating you, baby.” You scoffed, the breath of air getting caught in your throat though. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, keep going. I’ll make you shut up.”

You grumbled, “I’m miserable here, Capri.”

“I know.” She hums, “God, I can’t wait to see you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in annoyance, “God.”

“Save that for later, y/n.” She teased.

“Capri.” You whined.

“You know I love that so I’ll just be doing whatever to make you do that again, and again.” She laughs, “Also maybe a nap would do you some good.”

“Oh, god.” You huffed.

Capri laughs lowly, the sound sending shocks down your spine and tingles all through your limbs.

You hung up on her, tossing your phone aside. You weren’t sure what to do now— did you take a nap? Or…finish what you had started?

You went shamelessly for the latter, your frustration reached a breaking point and you were desperate for relief. So you gave that to yourself and promptly got knocked out. It was a good thing since you didn’t have to focus on Capri anymore for now and allowed you to pass time. You didn’t even care that you weren’t wearing anything on the lower half of your body.

Rolling over onto your side, you started to wake up from your nap. Your eyes peeled open, landing on Capri who was standing in front of the vanity, removing her bracelets and rings. Soon, she felt your gaze on her so she looked over, flashing you a playful smile. “Had some fun there?” She teased. You only shrugged, “I was waiting for you. It felt like fucking forever.”

Capri laughs, “Careful what you wish for.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying…I could fuck you forever. It’s Saturday tomorrow, we could be home all day, babygirl.” Capri continued speaking, with a grin plastered on her face as she sat down right next to you, fingers prancing along your side. Smoothly, she was climbing atop of you, knees on either side. Then, she was sitting in you as she leaned down to capture your lips into her own.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” She spoke into the kiss, barely coherent. Light, fleeting kisses were quickly replaced by passionate, longing ones…over and over, reigniting the fire in your core, causing the heat to shoot downwards and pool in between your thighs.

“Oh, yeah?” You mumbled, and your words were very quickly swallowed by her eager kisses.

Capri nods, then her nimble fingers unbuttoned your shirt then unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts to her. She attached her lips to your skin again, moving her way down from your mouth to your neck, covering every inch of it diligently. It did not take long for your body to react to her actions. A whine getting caught in your throat, the ache between your thighs growing stronger and harder to ignore. All you could feel, all you could hear and all you could see was Capri. All Capri. Your head was spinning with pleasure as you writhed beneath her. She began sucking at a particular little spot along your neck, drawing out a moan easily. With that, she palmed one of your breasts, causing an even louder noise to be heard.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” She teased, holding that little bit in between two fingers.

You whined, blinking profusely. Capri tugs on it, causing you to moan again. Satisfied, she lets it go, but her lips continue to work over your neck’s sensitive spot. Gradually, Capri glided down, leaving a trail of desire in her wake. Every inch of your body was covered by her kisses, her touch…you needed her, so fucking badly. A little roughly, she pushes your legs apart, wasting no time and dipping her tongue into your folds, smoothing it up and down to gather your arousal. You seethed, hands gripping the sheets. A cry threatens to fall from your mouth but you bite down on your lip to keep it from happening. You feel her eyes burning holes into your own, so you look away. Capri does what she does best, to make you look at her. Pressing her tongue flat against the swollen bundle of nerves, your head snaps down as if on reflex. “Fuck!” You cursed aloud.

“There we go.” She coos, now resuming the gentler ways.

“Shit—” You pant, hand somehow finding its way into her hair, tangling in the locks. She peppers kisses all over your inner thighs, absolutely worshipping every single bit of that region, making you grow increasingly aroused. Your cheeks also grew hot from all this attention, then you feel her hand squeezing your inner thigh and her tongue still lapping up and down at your folds, with purposeful flicks of it against your clit.

This was as slow as Capri could get. Still, you were already a mess. “Making such a mess…” She sucked your clit harshly on purpose. You cried out. “Such a good girl, so wet for me…” Capri carried on, shifting slightly so she was fully attached onto your cunt now. Your back arches as the much deeper and intense contact, her hands grab your thighs, leaving red marks on them which she massaged while her mouth worked harder.

You felt like you had lost your sense of reality and got sucked into a bubble of bliss, with not a single worry in your mind. The noises you were hearing from her and her actions became more obscene, it honestly made you more needy. You’d started rutting against her face, in need of more of her. But she stops, caressing your thigh, “Baby?”

“What?” You asked, breathless, nearly whining.

“Sit on my face.” Capri stated calmly. You immediately complied, hearing her move around and laid down. You moved along with her and she guides you down onto her face. Your hand naturally reached back to grab a handful of her tit and she laughs. “Go for it. You know I love it.” The heat from her breath fanning against your cunt made you whimper, in response, she held onto your thighs, her tongue swiftly resuming its job of pushing you over the edge. The harder you groped her breast, the harder she fucked you with her tongue. Pretty soon, all your inhibitions were gone…her name, obscenities and all sorts of ungodly noises fell from your lips in an unending stream.

“Fuck—” You cried out shakily, “Oh, my God, Capri—” Feebly, you grinded against her face, moving in sync with her mouth. Her hand reached up without hesitation and kneaded your breasts. All the stimulation driving you closer and closer, so very quickly.

Your body stiffens as your climax rapidly approaches. Capri grabs your hips, keeping you on her face. How was she breathing? Honestly.

Your breath started coming out in short, hurried bursts and your legs shook when your orgasm hit you. Wave after wave of the immense pleasure coursed through your body, having you making Capri’s favourite noises and leaving a mess dripping down her chin. She doesn’t stop though, you knew she wouldn’t stop there. It’s been discussed before, you would tell her to stop when you absolutely couldn’t take anymore.

Manoeuvring the both of you to be laying on your sides, she lifts your leg and positioned herself in a way that both your cunts met. You cursed when you felt her against you like this, you could no longer think and was just following her lead. And fuck, did everything feel so damn good. With barely a break, the two of you began moving in sync, high on the contact that seemed so unfamiliar, but addictive. You could barely see, you could barely catch your breath too. But you still wanted to keep going.

“Oh, my God—” You whimpered, the sensitivity causing little shocks to be sent down your spine. “Fuck, oh— fuck, this feels so good— what—”

When she heard that, she stopped, quickly plunging two fingers into your tightening pussy and aggressively poking at your g-spot, causing those incoherent noises to spill again like the broken dam your mouth was. Capri climbs back atop of you, connecting your lips with hers to shut you up. So now, whatever came from your mouth was just meek whining and whimpering. She was basking in it, how needy you were right now.

“Fuck…” You spoke into the kiss, your voice near a cry as your breath hitched, “Fuck, Capri…”

Your head rolled back, causing Capri’s lips to leave yours. She wasn’t at all bothered by it, simply changing targets and skilfully wrapped her lips around your areola, sucking away happily at your teat. Your jaw hung open, any noise currently just got stuck in your throat and the pleasure kept surging.

“Oh, keep going, keep going— shit— shit!” You panted, barely able to keep still.

“Oh, does that feel good, baby?” Capri lets out a breathy little laugh, her mouth barely leaving your tit. You couldn’t even bear with that much longer. You simply nodded in reply to her question, struggling to form even a simple sentence. Scratch that, not even a word…you were a soaking wet mess, squirming beneath her with all sorts of sinful noises erupting from your throat. It only spurred her on, each movement of hers strong and consistent.

Then the feeling of the air being knocked out of your chest swiftly made its comeback. Surprised, your hand on her breast suddenly grabbed the flesh tighter. Capri moaned aloud, causing you to go weak in the knees before she started to go down on you again, this time with your fingers intertwined with hers. Oh, shit. Capri saw what you were looking at on your laptop before.

“Ah, shit— mm—” You stuttered, she left you with no time to even process whatever was spewing out of your mouth— your noises of approval and pleasure matched up with her actions, one for one. Maybe even more. Capri was a happy camper, simply devouring you not wanting to waste as much as one drop. She has settled back in between your thighs for a while now, and honestly you could barely hear yourself— everything sounded warped.

“So fucking pretty.” Capri marvelled at the sight before her eyes, pressing a gentle peck to your clit. You feel her breath fanning against your heat, surprisingly, a low groan falls from your mouth. You scared yourself, but it wasn’t even a second later when you feel that tightening in the bottom of your core, threatening to break loose. Her fingers slipped back inside, wanting to feel you clenching around her digits. The merciless poking at your sensitive spot deep inside easily sent you over the edge a second time. “More, oh— my god— please.” Your chest heaved, Capri laid onto you to meet your face, sticking her slick-coated fingers into your mouth. You took them with no complaints, she watched you with a satisfied glimmer in her eyes, grinning.

“You wanna keep going?” Capri asked softly, brushing the hair out of your eyes, “Are you sure?”

You gave her hurried nods, your hands pulling her face close so you could kiss her. She moans tasting you again on your lips. “Want the strap?” She mumbled.

“Mm—yeah—”

“Hands and knees, baby. I’ll be right back.” She hummed, pressing one last kiss to your mouth before she clambered off you. You were still trying to find your breath, so you moved pretty slowly, flipping over onto your stomach you took your time getting into the position she wanted you in. Your breathing returns to its usual rhythm right as she came back. You feel her hand stroking your ass, causing it to clench on reflex. “Relax, baby…” She teased, then you felt the tip of the shaft being dragged along your wetness. You seethed. She’d started pushing into you, the length just slides in smoothly and bottomed out. The fullness was satisfying, but you were so goddamn sensitive now, the stimulation was making you want to cry.

“You okay, babygirl?” Capri asked seriously.

“Yeah— I am.” You choked out, a whine followed your words as her hands glided up to hold onto your hips. The warmth was oddly comforting and soft in an intense moment like this one. You could not control your mouth anymore, if it wasn’t obvious. She was enjoying how vocal and vulgar you were. Rutting against your hips, the slapping noise of your skin coming into contact with hers in a steady manner made you and her go crazy. You muttered a long string of ‘oh, fucks’ and her name, whining and whimpering, even ended up shedding actual tears while your face wound up being smushed against the mattress.

The pleasure was like a drug, you could never get enough of it once you started. Capri also knew how much you could take, so she was mindful of how long this went on for, so a third orgasm was like nothing to you. She wanted to make you squirt. She always does— did that happen often? Sure. but it doesn’t always happen.

As your third high began to crash onto you, you were sounding pathetic beneath her. Every sensation was stupidly intense, forcing tears out of your eyes like no other time. You also felt another rapid tightening of that coil in your core, which let go just as quick, causing a mess to trickle down your thighs as she continued impaling you. “Fuck, yes, baby. Holy shit— so fucking hot.” She remarked, smacking you on the ass. You yelped, at last falling flat onto your stomach. Capri was then slowing down to a halt when she heard you and saw you as good as convulsing. Well, she got what she wanted, and so did you. You were finally satisfied…it was like an itch that only Capri could scratch, was finally gone. You rolled around, now laid on your back. She catches your gaze while removing the harness. Your mind was miles and miles away, your heart hammering against your ribs…and you swore you’ve never cried this much from how good it felt, but fuck this was so worth it after waiting for it all day.

She lays down next to you, cupping your cheek. “I got you, okay? You’re alright.” Capri wrapped her arms around you, letting you lay your head on her chest. She plants a kiss on the top of your head, “Was it good?”

You squinted, then was giggling, “Was I not clear enough, Capri?”

“I’m kidding ya.” She chuckles, rubbing your back in a soothing motion. “Sleepy?”

“Oh, yeah. You know it.” You nodded, eyes fluttering shut without a fight.

“You wanna take a shower first, baby?” Capri suggests softly, “Then I can change the sheets.”

You sniffed, “Okay.”

“Yeah?” She broke away from the embrace carefully.

“Yeah, I’ll take a shower first.” You agreed, “I want my cuddles afterwards though.”

“Of course, baby.” She laughs cutely, peppering kisses all over your face and squeezing your butt, pushing you gently in the direction of the bathroom. You gasped playfully, giving her a kiss back quickly before you stepped into the bathroom with your towel.

“I’ll join you.” She called after you.

————

You were shampooing your hair when she walked in, already completely undressed. Within seconds, Capri was pressed up against you and was wrapping her arms around you. Capri kissed you on the shoulder, “Hi, baby.” She said. Then, she was shampooing your hair for you, your hands just fell to your sides letting her do the work.

“Hey.” You smiled, it goes unnoticed by her since you were facing the other way.

“How you feelin’?”

“Mm, okay? I guess?”

Capri asks, “You guess? Baby, come on.”

You bite back a laugh, “Well, I’m kind of cramping a little, not gonna lie.”

She chuckles, “Damn.” Her fingers massaged your scalp, your eyes fluttered shut again, feeling this relaxing motion.

“That’s not very funny.” You sulked.

“I know.” Capri retracted her hands, “Okay, rinse off.” You shrugged, turning back around so you could wash the shampoo off.

“Is it bad?” She looked at you, worried.

“It’s a little more intense than usual, but I’ll be okay.” You promised.

“We’ll get you a painkiller after this.” She says while grabbing her shampoo bottle off the shelf.

“I’m fine, Capri.” You repeated.

“I know, baby.” She smiled, “Just doing what I should.”

After showering, Capri called for takeout from both of your favourite pizza place. While you were snuggled up against her, she turned the TV on so you two could watch something to pass time. “Tylenol. Now or later?” She asks softly, handing you the remote.

“Now.” You gave in. Even though it was a manageable pain, it was lingering so it was starting to bother you.

“Now? Alright.” She got out from her spot next to you and went to grab the medicine from the kitchen along with a water bottle for you.

You pulled the duvet up to cover yourself right as Capri returned. You gratefully took the meds and water from her and swallowed it with a gulp. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Capri opens up her arms for you to snuggle with her, you did so immediately. “Can’t get enough?” She quirked a brow. You scoffed, sighing in the end. “Stop being such a tease.”

“Neverrrr.” Capri snickered, “You love it. And it clearly really gets you going. I mean, really.”

You whined, she laughed breathily, kissing the crown of your head, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Did you get the cheesy pesto bread?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Sure did.” She confirms.

“Ooh, yay.” You answered sleepily.

“So, is that a no another—”

“You see me about to fall asleep, don’t you?” You smacked her playfully.

She shrugged, humming.

“Tomorrow.” You looked up at her. She shot you an almost perverted smile, “Okay, baby. Tomorrow.”

“Schoolwork can wait another day.”

“Anything you want, babygirl.”

“Yeah, talk more and you’ll get me going again.” You commented.

“I know.” She stated.

“Tsk.” You pouted.

“I’m not evil, y/n.” She ran a hand through your hair, “Take a nap, I’ll wake you when the food gets here.”

“Maybe you are a little…”

She squints. You giggled, “…A little mean.”

“You love it.”

You groaned, “Fine, fine. Yes, I do.”

“Sleep.” She hugs you tighter, “You’ll need it.”

“I know you’re kidding, but shut up.” You couldn’t stop laughing.

“You smell so good, though.” She mentioned.

“Shush.” You shut your eyes, “I love you.”

Capri chortled, “Mm I love you more, baby.”

“Of course you do.” You played along with her tone. “You sure as hell proved it.”

“Oh, yeah no doubt about that.” She smirked, “I also saw your laptop.”

“Oh, sue me. I had to pass a hell lot of time.”

“Alright, alright. Sleep.” She gave in, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I’m not. That was fucking incredible. In fact, thank you.”

“Thank you.” Capri retorted, “I had a great time.” She bites the air.

You finally just gave in to the exhaustion, knowing this banter could go on forever if she wanted it to.

“Always so flustered with me.” She mutters, “You’re so cute.”

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💭A/N:

Gave up on the ending😭

[lilchibi-chan]

cuddles w channie

With work and school, life was becoming overwhelming. Too much to bare in some moments.

Some days, you felt like you were just floating above your own body and watching the world as it moved around you. Bodies just merging and moving together.

You felt yourself burning out and not knowing how to fix it or make it better.

You tried distracting yourself by hanging out with friends or doing your favorite hobbies, but your focus for even doing those things became less and less.

Tonight, you’re working on some homework when you get a FaceTime call from Chan.

You pick up and he’s smiling his beautiful smile

“Hi,” he says, his big smile flashing at you

“Hey,” you say, sending a smile back his way

“Whatcha dooooin,” he asks causing a small giggle to escape you

“Just trying to get some work done..and sadly failing,” you say, then look down at the keyboard of your computer

“You okay,” he asks while adjusting his posture

“Yeah, it’s just been a bit of an overwhelming time,” you say, your voice getting shaky

“It’s been so hard to focus and I really don’t wanna fail my classes. I don’t want to let my parents down. I don’t want to let myself down, but I’ve been trying so hard to balance everything and fix it and nothing is working. I just…I just don’t know what to do anymore,” you say, tears slowly fall from your eyes

“Hey, it’s okay to feel this way. To feel overwhelmed. To start to feel burnt out. It’s just your body’s way of telling you to take a step back. We all have deadlines and work and all these other things that can take over our lives and ya know even I can feel overwhelmed and I still try and push through it but it can also effect your health really badly. Your health should come first,” he says

“I know…it’s just hard,” you say, wiping tears from your face

“Ya know what, I’m coming over,” he said

“Wh-Chan you really don’t have to, it’s fine…I’ll be okay,” you say, knowing he’s probably tired

“Y/N, I’m fine. I’m coming over and you’re gonna take a break,” he says and hangs up

You look at the computer screen for a moment and let out a small laugh. You go back to doing homework and research until he arrives.

About half an hour later, your door bell rings, removing you from your trance the computer screen has you in.

You unlock the door and Chan has bags of snacks, food and drinks.

“What’s all this,” you ask surprised

“I told you when I got here that you would be taking a break, so I bought all your favorite things,” he says walking into your house and taking off his shoes

You smile and thank him for the stuff. You take everything into the kitchen and put some things away and keep some stuff out.

“So what’s the plan, Chan”

He laughs a little at the rhyming you did with his name.

“Well,” he says placing his hands on the kitchen counter,“we are gonna watch your favorite movies and you have all your favorite snacks here to help you relax.”

You smile and grab the bag of snacks.

“Woah woah woah, where are you taking that,” he says, stopping you in your tracks

“My…room,” you say, slightly confused

“No no, no more bedroom. You have too much going on in there and I don’t want you to be tempted to go back to work,” he says walking closer to you, eventually closing the space

Your breath quickens a bit with him being so close to you.

He takes the bag from your hand and takes it to the living room.

He then takes you by the shoulders and guides you to sit on the couch.

“Don’t move,” he says

“Okay,” you laugh out

A couple minutes later, he returns with blankets and pillows and a huge, warm smile.

You get up to help him set up everything on the couch, the he sets up the table and tv. He pulls out your favorite movies from the tv stand and you decide which one to watch first. He pops the dvd in and joins you on the couch.

He gets comfortable and then holds his arms out.

You look at him and scoot closer to cuddle with him. He closes his arms around you and it feels like what you’ve been needing all along. You felt safe. You felt seen.

He rubbed your arm, up and down, then eventually moved to rubbing small circles on your temple and the side of your head.

The combination of this, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall was starting to make you feel sleepy.

You snuggle deeper into him and he holds you a bit tighter, further comforting as you adjust. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep without realizing.

Chan kisses the top of your head and rubs small circles where his lips previously were. He waits for you to be fully asleep before turning of the tv, trying not to disturb you too much and joins you in sleeping, still holding you close.

Hope you all enjoyed this and I hope it lifts your spirits if you’ve been feeling a bit down.

CHANNIE IF YOU SEE THIS, NO YOU DIDN’T!!! I KNOW YOU SEE EVERYTHING BUT YOU DID NOT SEE THIS!!! (this is a joke btw, I don’t think he’ll see this ever)

[lillaydee]

The Arrangement Part 4

Frontier! Joel Miller / Reader

Your life crumbled to nothing during a migration to Jackson, forcing you to agree to an arrangement just to survive.

NOTE: Possible inaccuracies in baby developments, food intake and inheritance or ownership laws coming. I really know nothing, but I needed to put some stuff in for the sake of the story line, so please forgive me and take everything in the spirit of storytelling yeah?

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Frontier Joel, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Virgin Joel, Virgin Reader, Minor Character Death, Period-typical Misogyny, Marriage of Convenience

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 3

You laid in bed for quiet some time when you woke, your worry that your new husband regretting his decision to marry you hovering like a cloud over your head.

You have a few hours ride before arriving in Jackson. And then your life with Joel will properly begin.

You could do this.

So you got up and got ready for your new life. Your parents was the happiest couple you knew. So, you decided there and then, to do as your mother did, and see if Joel was alright with that. If it was good enough for your father for twenty plus years, it couldn’t possibly be bad, right?

The camp was still asleep, save for the two agency men patrolling. You went to the stream and cleaned yourself, getting a bucket of water for Joel to clean himself with. One of the agency men started a fire for you, and the camp began to stir.

You heard Ellie fussing. You went to your new husband’s wagon, the tarp still closed. You heard him stir and coo softly to Ellie. You knocked softly on the base of his wagon, telling him you could take her. He immediately drew the tarp open, his blanket still surrounding him, his sleep-mussed face smiling at you.

“Good morning, wife.”

You couldn’t help it. You blushed and shyly mumbled a good morning to him, too. He picked Ellie up from her basket and handed her to you. Your eyes were caught on the lace handkerchief on his pillow. He noticed, his hand immediately taking the delicate material and stuffing it in his pocket, averting your eyes, his hand immediately rubbing the back of his neck, a small, shy smile on his lips.

You told him you had warmed up some water for him to wash. Was there anything you could get him to do so? He shook his head, thanking you for the water. He grabbed a small flannel from a basket by the entrance, as well as a toothbrush. You asked if he shaves in the mornings, and he said not really. He trimmed his beard every few days, but he preferred not to shave unless needed. He quickly got ready for his day, and you took a happy Ellie for a quick wash and nappy change, quickly washing her clothes and nappy so they could dry in your wagon on the journey.

When you got back to the camp, Ellie secured on your chest, breakfast was ready. Joel quickly got up and made a plate for you, taking Ellie from you while you quickly prepared something for her to eat. He fed Ellie while you ate, before eating himself. It all just felt so normal. As if you had done this with him all your life.

A good first morning, you thought.

**********

After breakfast, Lee called you and Joel over to the lead wagon, three pieces of paper in his hands. Your marriage certificate. Your name and Joel’s already filled in dated the day before, just waiting for you and your new husband to sign them.

You quickly read the details and signed your name.

Joel, on the other hand, hesitated.

You felt the blood in your head turn cold. This was it. He’s regretting the marriage.

He stared at the certificate for a long time, so much so, Lee asked him if something was wrong. Joel shook his head, and asked if he could give the two of you some time. Lee walked away to the front of the wagon, checking the horses. Joel looked at you with apprehension on his face.

“Erm, would you mind reading what’s on this for me? I don’t read too well. I can read, it’s just, I can’t do it fast enough and the big words…” He was starting to ramble, shame flooding his face.

You placed your hand on his, taking the papers from him. You read the details on the certificates, only loud enough for him to hear. When it came to the bit where it named him your husband, a wide, shy smile graced his face, and all your worries about him regretting this arrangement immediately dissipated.

He quickly called Lee back and wrote his name in big block letters down where the husband’s signatures should be, passing the papers back to him, the older man quickly signing the certificates, stamping his mark on red wax, his name and ranking clearly embossed into them, immediately rolling one and putting it in a wooden scroll, placing the cap on it, before handing it over to Joel. The second one will be submitted to the registrar office in Jackson, he said, and he will keep the third for his own record. He shook Joel’s hand and went back to preparing for departure.

Joel held the scroll solidifying your statuses as husband and wife in his left hand, placed his right one in his pocket, his head down, and asked you if you regret marrying an uneducated man such as himself. There was such insecurity in his voice and mannerism, you felt a little relieved to know you were not the only one worried about regret in this arrangement. You slipped your arm in his, and told him, never. Let’s go get ready for our new life, husband.

He heaved a very obvious sigh of relief and placed the hand holding the scroll over yours on his arm, before guiding you back to your wagon. He climbed in and helped you pack it for the rest of the journey, and you followed him into his own to do the same. The two of you worked seamlessly together, you had found, well, three, if you count the little girl merrily chirping in the shawl strapped to your chest, seemingly ordering her new parents around.

When he climbed into the driver’s seat next to you and Ellie, he placed the blanket you had used the two days before on you, tucking it in neatly around you and Ellie, his new wife and baby, before settling in, sitting much closer to you, you noticed, and clicked gently to get his horse moving. The three of you settled down for the journey to your new life as a family.

**********

When the wagons finally made it to the edge of Jackson, Lee immediately led the four wagons to your designated lands, all adjoining each other, each one marked with twine, a flag, and a small sign designating the plot numbers. Most of the plots around were taken, houses already on them, their residents going about their days. The four wagons set up nearer to the stream a few minutes’ walk down from the plots, where the land was flatter, and access to the water easier. Lee asked the men to go with him to town for the deeds, Joel going with your father’s in his possession, as well as his own, your newly minted marriage certificate along with them. The rest of the agency men stayed, helping the ladies set up, unhooking the horses and letting them go down to the stream to cool down.

By the time the men returned, the wagons were set up. Yours and Joel’s facing each other, close enough that he could hear you should you need help, and the other three wagons away from yours enough to establish some privacy. You had begun unpacking some stuff from your own, taking out the big piece of tarp your mother had brought along for temporary shelter from the sun, the corners already tailored to hook onto the poles your father had crafted before leaving. You hooked the material on to the poles, leaning them onto your wagon and waited for Joel to come back. You unrolled the rubber mat that was stashed under the wagon onto the ground before placing a patterned rug your mother had purchased just for this onto it, placing one of Ellie’s baskets on it.

Joel seemed excited at the set-up, taking the poles into his hands and began staking them into the ground at the corners of the rubber mat you had placed. He then took some twines and secured the poles into the ground further, giving the three of you some temporary shade, as well as a place to rest and eat.

He helped you get the bigger items out, the main ones being the three large, heavy wooden boxes lined up on one side of your wagon. One of them contained your father’s woodworking tools, you told him. It’s his now.

His face lit up when he opened them. They needed these tools to build, he said, they were going to purchase them, but didn’t need to now. He was so happy he lifted you up and twirled you in a big hug, making you giggle, Ellie squished between the both of you. He only seemed to realize what he had done once he put you down, mumbling an apology and a shy smile. Your face was red, for sure, but you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt seeing him so happy.

You opened the second box, filled with rolls of cloth, the ones your mother’s former employer had gifted her, she had planned to make sheets and curtains, as well as a few dresses and shirts from them. The third contained your books – it was the one thing you refused to get rid of. Joel stashed the boxes in his own wagon, wanting you and Ellie to have more space in yours to sleep comfortably. You insisted that your mother’s sewing box stayed with you in your wagon.

It took the two of you the rest of the day to unpack what was needed, the rest stored away neatly for when the houses were built. The men quickly set up some poles to tie the horses to, and some clotheslines to hang the laundry. Each camp had its own firepit, the other three camps deciding that you and Joel should have some alone time to get to know each other. By the time evening came, the entire new family was gathered around your camp, Will and Benny’s fiancées, Olivia, or Liv, as she insisted you and Maria call her and Diana bringing dinner with them as a welcome to Jackson gift.

You and Maria liked both of them immediately, both seemed suited to their intendeds well. They were very friendly and welcoming to you and Maria – they intended to go to the registrar office within the week to marry. They currently rented one room together in the tavern in town, waiting for Will and Benny to arrive. They had all met during the war, both nurses in service, got separated towards the end of their service and ended up in Jackson before Will and Benny, working in the town clinic. They both gave you and Maria big hugs before leaving, telling both of you they will see you in town the next day to show you around, all of you had made plans to go into town to get some provisions while the men sorted the materials they needed to start building.

That night, before bed time, you opened the locked secret compartment your father had built into the wagon and took out the pouch he had hidden in there. Your parents had been frugal people, and your father had planned to use the money to buy the materials needed for the house he was building. You gave the pouch to Joel, who immediately shook his head, telling you that it was yours, you should keep it. He had his own to spend, he said. What’s mine is yours, but what’s yours, should stay yours. You told him you would be living in this house too; you should contribute. Again, he shook his head, save it for yourself. You argued that it was not safe to keep that much money like that, so he said he would take you to the bank the next day while you were in town and will open up a bank account for you. For rainy days, he said. In case something happened to him.

The thought of that made your heart turn to pieces.

He helped you set up your wagon for you and Ellie to live in, unrolling your single mattress for you, the double one tucked alongside the wagon where the boxes were. He set up Ellie’s sleeping basket next to your mattress, and placed her inside, kissing her fat cheeks goodnight, the little girl long asleep from the excitement of the day. You helped him set up his own sleeping arrangement. He walked you to your own wagon, helping you back up, before kissing your hand with a soft goodnight wife, a small smile on his lips.

**********

The town of Jackson was a small one, but rather complete for its size. That morning, after a quick breakfast, the Millers, as you were all officially known now, went into town. Joel took you to the bank first thing, opening a bank account for the both of you. The teller looked a bit apprehensive that you would have access to the account, attempting to advise Joel into leaving your name out, but he would have none of it, insisting that you be given the same treatment as he in that respect. Of course, Mr Miller, the teller said, upon seeing the amount to be deposited, as you wish. Pleasure doing business with the both of you, Mr and Mrs Miller.

Liv and Diana met all of you outside the tavern where they boarded. The ladies then said goodbye to the men, who would be going to the lumberyard to purchase what they needed for the build. Joel gave you some money for provisions, telling you he would meet you back at the tavern for lunch. He kissed Ellie goodbye, cooing at her. He seemed to hesitate a little, hovering a bit too long before finally making up his mind, nodding at you before turning to leave.

The owner of the tavern, an older lady called Esther came out to say hello to you and Maria. She seemed friendly enough, telling the two of you that she ran the tavern with her grown daughter, her husband having gone out for smokes one day and never returned. You and Maria were a bit surprised by her bluntness, telling two complete strangers such a story within the first two minutes of meeting, noticing the uncomfortable looks Liv and Diana were giving you and Maria as the lady kept yammering on and on about how men were useless and that us women should never trust them.

A lady about Esther’s age was walking past your group, her arms laden with baskets and parcels. She lost her footing somehow and almost fell, her packages landing near your feet. You immediately bent down to help her pick them up, but she apologetically told you not to, you had a baby strapped on you, she said. Please don’t trouble yourself. Oh hush, you said, picking up a couple of packages while Maria picked up the rest, passing them on to her. She thanked you and Maria, introducing herself as Rose. She said hello to Liv and Diana, who said a friendly hello back, before giving Esther a glance and nodding, leaving immediately after.

“You want to watch out for that one,” Esther told you and Maria. “Keep your men away from her.” She raised her voice after Rose, “You can’t trust a woman who opens her legs for money!”

You saw Rose stop in her tracks, before walking on. Liv and Diana shared an exasperated look, before telling Esther you should get going, lots to do! Each of them quickly took you and Maria in their hands, pulling you both out, while Esther was still warning you two about Rose and the company she kept.

“Sorry about her, ignore her,” Liv told the two of you. “We had to hear that every day for months, ever since she found out we were engaged. She was convinced Rose was the reason her husband ran out on her.”

Diana scoffed, “You would think the husband would still be in town if that were the case. They said he just hopped a ride with a wagon train and left. We just try to avoid her. We had to endure her; she has the only rooms for rent in town.”

Apparently, Rose had moved to Jackson with her father, who passed away not long after. At the time, Jackson was just starting to attract newcomers, and work for a single lady like her was unlikely. She was very pretty, so men were clamoring for her company, wanting to ‘take care’ of her. So, she did what she did, and became very popular, eventually starting a legitimate business in town for lonely men passing by, and sometimes, even the locals. Unfortunately, most of these men were married, so their wives concocted stories about her to put them off. Not that it worked, but the ladies kept trying anyways. So Rose and her ladies got blamed for every single marriage problems in Jackson.

You wondered if that was the life you would have had to turn to if you had returned to the town you came from. You knew many ladies who had to turn tricks to survive, especially after they were left pregnant and unwed. She did what she had to do. Who were you to judge?

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The five of you walked around town, stopping at the registrar office to make an appointment for them to marry – two days from that day. You were excited for them. They seemed really happy and just wanted to be with the men they loved.

After the tour of the town, they took you to the grocers, butchers and bakers, you and Maria stocking up on provisions to last the week. Liv and Diana helped you carry your packages as you made your way back to the tavern, where the Miller men would be waiting.

When you entered the tavern, the place was full of diners. You looked around for the men, spotting Tommy, Will and Benny at one of the tables. Joel, however, was nowhere to be seen. The three men quickly got up to help you with the packages, Tommy taking Ellie from you, telling the very happy baby he missed her. Esther came and placed the meals the men had ordered on the table, Joel’s included before taking your orders as well. She inquired after Joel, Will telling her he would be right back.

“Good, that is one fine man. Don’t you fret, I have the perfect young lady for him, he will not be single for long in this town. Men like him should be worshiped,” she said, a knowing smile on her face. Everyone at the table stared at her in silence, before Tommy asked what she meant by that.

“Well, he’s not wearing a ring, you are, and these two are taken. But worry not, I have just the perfect young lady for him.”

You were too stunned to speak. Before anyone could say anything to her, Joel came back, taking his seat next to you, taking Ellie from Tommy. Ellie squealed when she saw him, happily slobbering all over him, and he gave her so many kisses and funny faces she couldn’t stop giggling.

“Ahh… look at you. Already so good with children. I was right about you young man, wait until you see this lady I had in mind for you. She’s just perfect. Just you wait,” Esther said, beaming at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we can’t have a handsome young man such as yourself single forever, can we?” she said with a conspiratorial smile, practically shoving her face in his.

“Actually, I am newly married. This is my wife, Elena, and our baby, Ellie.” Joel placed his arm around you, who were still much too stunned to speak, as was the rest of the table.

Esther’s face snapped. Gone was the happy, friendly lady she had pretended to be with you this morning. One who was annoyed her matchmaking plans were ruined had taken her place. She gave an exasperated huff and stomped away, returning with your food, placing your bowl so aggressively in front of you it spilled, the hot stew splashing onto your hand. You pulled your hand back, hissing in pain.

“WATCH IT!”

A booming voice filled the noisy tavern during the lunch rush. The tavern actually went quiet as a cemetery for a split second before people began murmuring and whispering to one another.

Joel had snapped at Esther. Because she spilled hot stew on your hand. Amidst the searing pain you felt, you wanted to smile, be smug. Your new husband was angry someone had hurt you.

Ellie began fussing, although, surprisingly, not at Joel’s voice. She was reaching out for you, as if wanting to make sure you were alright too. He passed her to Benny, taking your hand into his own and wiping the spill away with his kerchief. Esther seemed shocked at his outburst, but rolled her eyes and mumbled an insincere apology to you before leaving.

Joel checked your hand, asking Liv to look at it. She quickly ran upstairs to the room she shared with Diana and came back with a salve, rubbing some on the spot, which had turned red. He kept your hand in his, never letting go, worry etched across his face. Once Liv had finished tending to the minor burn, he asked for the salve from her, stood up, took Ellie back from Benny and held his hand out to you. You took it, puzzled at what he was thinking. He asked the men to help bring your shopping home, to which they nodded, all of them looked scandalized by Esther’s treatment of you, and pulled you by the hand out of the establishment, the stews untouched.

Esther came running out, calling his name, pleading for him to come back, but he ignored her. You saw her give you the nastiest look you had ever seen anyone gave, anger in her eyes.

Joel stopped at the bakers and got yourselves some pastries, lemonades and sandwiches for lunch. He didn’t say anything to you. He seemed livid. His hand never left yours, and he refused to give Ellie to you to hold. He did agree to let you strap her to his chest when he struggled to pay the lady with both his hands occupied, his anger dissipating a little as you giggled at his struggle, smiling at your giggly face before succumbing to some giggles himself. With his hands now free, he took the package from the lady, and took your hand back into his. Let’s go home, he said.

You followed shyly, rather flustered at this new form of intimacy he had suddenly shown you, letting him lead you by your good hand, running into Maria and Tommy at the door. Tommy told you that they had all decided to leave after what happened, Will and Benny helping Liv and Diana pack up their stuff to leave the tavern for good as they were speaking. Tommy was going to take Benny’s wagon when they get back to bring the girls home. They decided that the girls could sleep in Will’s wagon before the marriage, the brothers in Benny’s.

Esther, it seemed, was not happy. But don’t worry, Tommy said. We’re family, a big one, in fact. We will look out for one another. And apparently Esther was not exactly in good graces with the town either, so don’t worry about people turning on you, he told you.

Joel and you waited while Tommy and Maria got some lunch for themselves and the others from the bakery before walking home together. Joel refused to let go of your hand, and soon, you noticed, he interlaced his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand as the four of you chit chatted about the drama on the journey home. Ellie joined in, ‘talking’ at you from her Papa's chest, babbling in annoyance, Joel telling her that’s right, the nasty lady was mean to Mama, so we’re not going there anymore, are we BabyGirl? The four of you laughed out loud when Ellie gave a disgruntled ‘Mm’, seemingly agreeing with her father.

Mama. You chanced a shy glance at him, and he winked at you.

Oh, it’s hot today. Wasn’t today hot? Was your collar tight?

The men quickly hitched up Benny’s wagon, and Tommy went off to pick up his cousins and their intendeds. When they returned, all of you sat at your camp, enjoying your lunch with much laughter and joy, forgetting the nastiness of the tavern.

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After lunch, you set Ellie down in her basket for her nap. Joel sat facing you, telling you he has something for you. He produced something from his pocket, wrapped up in a scrap of cloth. He opened it to reveal two silver rings. He just got them, he told you. It’s not much, he said, but he hoped you would like it. You couldn’t help the silly grin that appeared uncontrollably on your face. His face mirrored yours as he took the smaller of the two rings and took your left hand, slipping the ring onto your ring finger. You then did the same for him, before lifting his hand and placing a soft kiss on his ring.

His face got really red behind his shy smile; his right hand immediately went up to rub the back of his neck. A quirk you had noticed him do every time he was shy. He looked like he was about to say something when the men came over, telling him they should go put markers on the plot, the lumber should arrive later today, and if they wanted to start first thing tomorrow, they shouldn’t delay. He reluctantly agreed.

Benny and Will asked if they could ask you a favor? They produced kerchiefs from their pockets, wondering if you could sew their initials in a corner for the wedding? They liked that you and Joel did that but didn’t want their initials to look messy, since they didn’t know how to sew well. Benny couldn’t resist taking a shot at Joel, “Look at the one he gave you,” he said, earning him a glare from your husband, which he laughed off, Joel shaking his head at how silly his younger cousin was. You simply laughed and took the kerchiefs from them, telling them they will be ready by the time they came back.

Joel came back, reluctantly telling you that he wouldn’t mind if you took off his initials from the kerchief he gave you and resew it yourself, it would look much nicer, he said. You raised yourself on your tippy toes to get closer to his ears and told him that you had a secret to tell him. Girls really liked it when the men made an effort, so no, husband, you wouldn’t change anything on that kerchief, and you will treasure it for life. He looked elated, turning to go to the plot, but hesitated again, this time turning back, giving you a chaste kiss on your cheek, whispering thank you, wife, before quickly walking away, trying to hide the pinkness in his cheeks and ears.

You chased after him, his hat in your hand, and gave him a shy kiss on his bearded cheek too, before quickly turning away and going back into your wagon to fetch your mother’s sewing box.

You didn’t see how long Joel stood where he was, his eyes stuck on the spot you disappeared into the wagon from, his hand on his cheek, the dumbest smile on his face, before Tommy’s hollering snapped him out of his lovestruck trance.

Part 5

[dullgecko]

I’ve been thinking more about goblin culture after my latest ask and what major differences a horde would have when interacting with spyre culture, so here they are;

Nudity is definitely not a major taboo in goblin culture and neither are female breasts, like no one’s going to just strut around naked but it can can hot in the caves during summer so if either gender just decides to go shirtless and just wear some short pants no one’s going to bat an eye.

Or if certain injuries or tasks mean wearing clothes is just going to get in the way then of course the simplest solution is just going to take of whatever article of clothing is needed.

Also set meal times would probably also be a weird concept to goblins, like goblins eat when they’re either hungry or food is available.

And while yes grabbing a small snack and sitting with others on occasion is done for the most part food is consumed as quickly as possible so you can carry on with other stuff. The idea of everyone sitting down THREE times a day all at an agreed time by everyone to slowly consume food is just bizarre to them.

Physical contact and body language is almost as much as a part of goblin language as verbal is so when talking to non goblins I imagine goblins having to constantly remind themselves not to punctuate whatever their saying with an a quick hug/grapple or soft bite and that the variation of different ear poses mean little to them etc. xx

Goblins, as a species, are more on the 'critter' end of the spectrum when it comes to their physiology. They look superficially humanoid but they're not /human/ (human encompassing any species that can cross breed and create viable young without weird magic schenanigans ie orc, human, elves etc). There's no reason why they would have the same biological set-up as those species. External genitals would be a detriment when you're scrambling through tight tunnels so they're evolved to keep them 'tucked away' until it's time to party so to speak. It's not even that weird of a set up (dragonborn are the same but they're reptillian) but it's surprising because goblins look like they're just small green humanoids and theyre mammals.

At first glance it means that males and females are basically identical when nude (females only developing breasts while pregnant or rearing young) so why would wandering around naked even be an issue. Everyone looks the same theres nothing to hide. Clothes are more for comfort or personal style than anything else. Plus, even if you're born one way you can easily get one of your hordes clerics to swap you to the other sex. Most goblins go through a phase where they switch back and forth until they usually settle on their favorite around puberty.

Changing your physical sex can alter things like the stripes along your back or tail and face markings (stripes will darken on males and get wider with irregular edges for camoflage) but thats as far as they get with sexual dimorphism, most races dont look hard enough to clock that it may have changed and its usually hidden under clothing so if one of the goblins they're aquainted with suddenly changed sex they wouldnt know unless told. Face shape is more of a genetic thing than a sexuality thing and goblin kids might take after one parent more than the other but it has nothing to do with whether they're male or female.

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Riz grew up in Elmville so he's used to the people around him needing to eat at specific times because thats just what these people do. He initially tried to match his mealtimes with them but he ended up making himself ill from eating too much when he's not hungry (it would be similar to a human eating a huge breakfast, then an equally huge brunch, THEN an equally huge lunch all within the span of a couple hours).

He finds it easier to just put off eating for as long as possible even if he's absoloutly starving JUST so he can sit and share food with his friends. It made his coffee habit worse though because he'll sometimes skip a meal even if he's ravenous so he can eat with his friends later; having more coffee than usual because its something that temporarily fills his stomach and supresses his appetite.

Once his party find out they gently let him know that they wont be offended if he doesnt /actually/ eat a whole meal with them. Its mostly about the act of sitting and sharing something together, so Riz will often just have a drink or a small snack to chew on inbetween his large meal days.

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Be careful when speaking common young goblin. The tall-men races will start a fight over the silliest things. Imagine attacking someone because they told a joke (teeth bared and ears alert with amusement) or getting hurt because you let them know you love them (a bite on the forearm not even hard enough to draw much blood). Make sure you are also careful when showing your emotions, because being upset or anxious will often make them believe you are priming to attack even though you politely expressed your desire to be left alone.

[itsagrimm]

König is a bit nerdy

He might be an active, intimidating, focused and somewhat private man during missions but that basically goes out of the window as soon as he returns home.

Big into board games. It's his main friend circle and they meet up every time he gets back for a night of pizza and a new addition of Carcassonne, Munchkin or CATAN. König would love to play more Pen & Paper style of games as well but since he is in town so irregularly they never really do it.

Listens to audiobooks when traveling because it's easier than to pack all those tons of Sci-Fi and Fantasy books he is into. Currently re-'reads' Eragon because of the nostalgia.

Oh, he likes dragons (obviously).

Owns a closet full of costumes for Mittelalter Märkte / Renaissance Fairs. Also owns a traditional tent and everything else needed for a good LARP. Is 1000000% down for a couples costume.

König has the traditional not-leaving-the-house-for-a-day-when-coming-back-moment to play his favourite game (a certain AAA shooter). Due to the lack of practice and unfamiliarity with the map he isn't the best at it, which his teammates who know him irl tease him mercilessly about. Also, he prefers the sniper position and puts hours into decorating his avatar.

Used to be an avid reddit user. But got annoyed by some incels and left.

Likes going on bookstore dates with his S/O. Also really enjoys some quiet time with them just doing parallel play while being close.

Extremely specific about his keyboard preferences and cap designs. Generally enjoys researching how to improve his set up.

Treasures his old DS and was extremely happy about it turning on and working fine when he found it in an old box at his parents house.

Definitely has done the naruto run during a workout at home.

Can give a 45 minutes impro presentation about something Star Wars related. Will never grow tired of mocking Star Wars, it's a complicated relationship.

Always travels back home to Austria via Germany because the books are cheaper there and he stocks up especially on Mangas and Comics instead of paying an obscene amount for the shipping.

Has played Pathologic.

Has finished Pathologic.

Will not shut up about Pathologic. Yes, his S/O is very used to getting infodumped.

Currently learns polish to read the Witcher books in the original.

Owns and unironically uses themed kitchen utensils from his most beloved franchises. During Christmas time he brings out an absurd amount of cookie cutters for Plätzchen in fantasy themes like swords and witches. And in summer he serves up ice cubes in Death Star shapes. Has a very frilly apron because it reminds him of cliche anime stuff and he thinks him wearing it is funny. (he is right, it looks ridiculous and barely covers his chest.)

Can and will become extremely serious and intimidating again should someone say something sexist or racist or generally mean in his vicinity. He is here to enjoy himself with some nerdy shit with the people he cares about and not here to witness a hate crime or aggressions. He knows too much about that already from work and will become A TREAT if necessary. Don't try that shit around him otherwise you will be faced with spitting-fire-soldier-König and not goofy-nerd-at-home-König.

Likes cute shaped foods and always gets himself or his S/O to try out or as a gift.

Should he ever have kids they will have the most down to play games dad. They will grow up in a house filled with playful things and toys. And reading fairy tales with doing-all-the-voices-König becomes a nightly routine.

[innocentsandsofdreams]

Trans Simon x Reader Head-cannons

Tags: Soft Simon, family man Simon, reader is AFAB coded, writer is POC and AFAB Nonbinary, non-descriptive birth mention, reader has no descriptive features/bit mentions, breeding kink, dirty talk, very quick writing, reader is higher rank unspecified

Word Count: 647

Both SFW and NSFW under the cut, Minors and ageless blogs DNI

-Simon has a T-dick, but it is referred to as a dick

For context: reader is a higher rank than Simon, Simon and you met by Price asking you to help on a mission for 141; it was basically love at first sight. You and Simon got along very well and had quite the amount of similar experiences that bonded you two together. Together you guys got help and grew together, no doubt you made it official. Here you guys have been together for seven years, and out of the seven you guys were married for three

-Let's say Simon was able to use his bone marrow to make sperm (it actually doesn't exist yet but one day though!) and impregnate you. Simon is trans in this, and you both are trying the needle fertilization

SFW HEAD CANONS

Simon brings up children first. Given his trauma, you confirm that if he doesn't in fact want kids you are fine with that. You love him so much; it truly doesn't matter what his decision is.

Simon contemplates/thinks on this for a while, months even

Simon brings up the conversation again and tells you that he would love to have children with you and that it will work out.

Simon and you do research for possibilities on how you could be impregnated

Turns out, there was an experimental trial about turning bone marrow into sperm for fertilization

The trial is for people who can't conceive, people with other issues, same sex couples or couples like you and Simon

You and Simon decided to give the trial a go. You two did all that was asked and needed to do and all you could do now was wait.

A few months go by and on base and a shipment came in and it's for you and Simon, it included syringes, and the proper directions of use.

Simon wanted to wait until you started ovulating to have maximum effect.

That being said you and Simon meticulously planned and kept trying

Months go by and finally you start showing symptoms of pregnancy: morning sickness, fainting spells (on really bad days)

You and Simon haven't noticed because there were several missions that needed to be completed and required a shit ton of paperwork to be done

Some new recruits were gossiping, and it eventually reached Captain Price. Price decides to bring it up with Simon and you.

You and Simon go to the med bay and lo and behold you are pregnant!

Simon is beyond thrilled and excited because now, he can prove he's a better man and not his father's son.

NSFW HEADCANONS

Simon starts to really feel it. The urge to just breed you

Simon keeps touching your belly as fuck you

"Yeah, I make you pregnant ye? Parent and have all my kids? Just for me?"

From then on you were constantly bent in all angles being fucked until no other thought existed

Each thrust and each desperate thrust as a gleeful smile stays on Simon's face

Pregnancy Progression and Birth

Your pregnancy progresses and as so, get bigger however you don't have any complications!

You were induced into labor; that baby did not want to leave

Grueling hours go by and finally the baby is born! (HORRAY!)

The baby is healthy weighing in as a whopping TEN POUNDS AND THREE OUNCES

Simon cries; so in love with you and his beautiful baby

To him nothing is more amazing than this moment

A/N: This is my first time writing stuffs, especially for a fandom, please be kind! Thank You for reading!! (Also, you can choose the gender of the baby!!)

[androgynousblackbox]

How To Lose a Lucifer In 10 Days. 33 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

EXTRA: Editor's note

It was a lovely day in Hell. As lovely as it could get at least. The red sky was clear, the heat was manageable for most bodies and the natural aroma could be alright if someone losed only 60% of their sense of smell. Inside of the Hazbin Hotel, however, the smell of freshly made food was making the mouth of all of their residents waters as they came inside.

"Good morning everyone!" greeted them the king, managing multiple skillets at once. With barely a movement of his wrist, plates were started to get filled and taken to the table. "Apple pie!" said even louder when his daughter came in, still in pajama. The party celebrating the return of Lucifer had lasted longer than they expected, making for a very lazy amakening. "There is the precious princess I like to see! I made cupcakes with chocolate filling just for you, honey!"

"Dad" Charlie let out the word almost like a whine, coming to hug his neck from behind. She let out a long yawn. "Dad, what are you doing? I thought you would like to rest in and relax. If anyone earned doing that, it's you."

"Are you kidding me? This is relaxing for me!" Lucifer turned around and hugged her by the middle, squeezing her tight. Not going to mention how he could barely sleep a couple of hours before he had to come down to do something, anything, to not think about reuniting with Lilith to talk about the end of their marriage. He had already watered all the plants in the garden and around the hotel, so either it was starting to cook for everyone or clean every window, and nobody ever wanted to clean windows. Nobody except Niffty at least. But Charlie was not going to know a single thing about it until they had their talk. The poor girl had been through enough already too. "Come on, I missed doing stuff for you, sweetie!" said, holding her hands on his. "I will just finish with this and then I will come out for some business that I have been postponing long enough. When that is done, maybe we can watch a movie or something? Here or in the cinema, anywhere we want! I can buy you the cinema and make a permanent portal if you want!"

Okay, maybe he was overcompensating a little bit already because of the news he couldn't say. Divorce was never a pretty word that anyone wanted to hear, especially in reference to their own parents. He could recognize that was partly true, but also he just… missed his daughter too much and wanted to give her the whole world in a silver platter. Wasn't that a normal thing for a father to wish for? One just had to look the pretty face of his daughter to know, she deserved everything and so much more. He had not a single doubt about it.

Charlie snorted, squeezing him in return as much she could. Lucifer had missed terribly being corresponded like that. The other Charlie was kind and nice to him, as it was to be expected from any version of his daughter, but it was pretty clear for Lucifer she only viewed him as a guest at her hotel, not an actual family member. Of course he couldn't blame her for that either. The hugs of her actual daughter were with no doubt the best in any universe.

"I don't need a cinema, dad. But we can watch a movie later in the lobby."

"Sounds like a plan to me! I will bring some snacks when I get back” He smiled up to her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I missed you, kiddo” said, because he did, every day, and he wanted her to know that.

Charlie smiled and she was absolutely perfect, like the little girl that had to look up clinging to his leg.

“I missed you too” she said and then perked up. “Oh! Could you bring some pretzels? I haven't had those in ages!”

“And some ice cream too? I know” said before Charlie could say more. “Vanilla and strawberry with chocolate chips.”

“I actually like cookie dough and mint ice cream more now” said Charlie with a slight shrug. “But it's okay! That sounds good too!”

“Oh, not at all! If you want cookie dough and mint, you gotta have those! I will buy you the whole ice cream factory if you want!”

“Dad” Charlie chuckled.

“Alright, alright. How about a small ice cream parlor just for you? You can name it however you want” added with a wink.

“No!” She giggled.

“Why not?”

Charlie didn't respond this time, hugging him again to shut him up. It was pretty effective. Once they separated, she looked up.

“Oh, morning, Alastor!” greeted, looking to the entrance of the kitchen.

Lucifer turned around to see the radio demon standing there, holding his renewed staff in one hand.

“Oh, hey, bud…” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, in a second Alastor had already grabbed his arm and was dragging him outside to the garden.

In truth, Lucifer could just make himself too heavy to move or just reaffirm his feet on the ground if he wanted to. But for the moment he was too surprised to do anything else than follow along.

“You guys are not gonna fight, right?” Charlie was left wondering, her voice the only thing Lucifer could hear before the door closed. “Please, be nice!”

Alastor took him to the side. Only after they were at the shadowy portion of the hotel he let go and Lucifer stared at him with a frown, waiting for an explanation. The man still hadn't turned around, giving him a full view of his back as he gripped his staff.

“Good morning to you too” spat out when the silence continued.

“Who gave you the right?” said Alastor finally.

“Huh?” Now he was officially lost.

“That mirror. You knew what it was. That is how the other Alastor and his Lucifer kept in contact with their Evelyn, isn't it?”

Lucifer straightened up. Did… did they fucked up somehow?

“Y-yeah” He scratched his nape. “We just thought you might like to have that too. That is all.”

“You thought” started Alastor, remarking his words, “you could just casually come in and give me an open line of communication with my mother in Heaven, no strings attached? Without anyone in Heaven knowing or doing anything to stop it? My mother who didn't even know what I did to get here?” Alastor sighed deeply, looking up. He still hasn't turned so Lucifer saw only the back of his head. “Truly, your Majesty, your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“I… I am sorry?” it was all Lucifer could think to say. His first impulse was to get mad, but also, he had no idea what it was to lose contact with a parent who actually gave a shit about you. Maybe it was too much to receive by surprise at once. Maybe he should have warned the demon before time so he could prepare himself. An opportunity to process at least. None of that made it make more sense why Alastor would be this angry, but who knew with the sinner. “I didn't mean to…”

“I know you didn't” Alastor cut him out. “That makes it so much worse.”

Before Lucifer could think of how he was supposed to respond to that, Alastor turned around and did something even more baffling than anything else Lucifer had seen him do since they met. The radio demon was hugging him. Arms wrapped tight around him, squishing him tight, without any thought or care about how he could be crushing him if he was anyone else. The claws of the sinner gripped to his shoulder so tightly they were shaking with the force used, digging into his clothing. So close that Lucifer could hear the beating of his black heart, the expansion of his ribs as he inhaled deeply.

“Don't say a single word” came out the voice of Alastor close to his temple, strained. “If you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you. I will deny it.”

“Okay” was all Lucifer could say. Alastor was warm. Everything in Hell was warm all the time, so that wasn't surprising, but something about relating that attribute to that sinner did shock him. On top of the chest, where his face was pressed against, it was softer. The man smelled of cologne, something earthly that reminded him of tree barks and the soil you hold in your fist after it rains. He hesitantly lifted his arms and patted the back of Alastor, just because it felt more awkward than having them hanging at his sides. “I won't say anything.”

Lucifer felt the head of the demon nodding once. It seemed to pass a long time until Alastor managed to speak again, as if his words were a boulder he was pushing with his face.

“I still don't understand why you would do that.”

“We wanted to” Lucifer shrugged slightly, an unexpected blush coming to his face. Inside of that bigger body with the other Lucifer it just made all the sense of the world. This Alastor wanted to see his mom again, so they allowed it to happen. It was a simple wish that didn't cost much for any of them, so why not? “There is… really no more rhyme or reason than that. And just to be super clear right now, nobody was expecting you to do anything about it so, like, I don't know, we can pretend it never happened if you want?”

Alastor posture stiffen up.

“No.”

“No… what?”

“No, I won't do that” Alastor squeezed him again and started to separate. When one of his black hands came over his face, Lucifer frowned but let it when noticed there was no force behind the gesture. Alastor was not pushing him or turning him away, it was merely the cover his eyes and, by all of creation, he did not know why. Was he really that shy about being watched right now? Lucifer closed his fist at his side because if so, fuck, that was weird and too cute. “I prefer it if we can keep it between us. You still took way too many liberties in what is essentially my life without even consulting me about it first. This is the second time that this happens already, sir, and I would really prefer to not be a third. King or not, I do not appreciate people taking decisions for me. Are we clear?”

Alastor… didn't sound mad. He knew what a mad radio demon was and this wasn't it. Deciding that was a good sign on his favor, Lucifer swallowed up and nodded. That wasn't an unreasonable request at all.

“Okay, yeah, fair” said slowly.

Alastor took a moment, as if thinking his next words.

“I understand that other Lucifer and Alastor had a whole life together and an established dynamic that allows for such surprises. We do not. I would ask you to keep that in mind moving forward.”

“I already said fine, Alastor. I don't know what else you want from me” Lucifer sighed. This is what he got for trying to do a nice thing. He should have known that Alastor would manage to make that into something else. Father forbade that anything was simple with that sinner, apparently.

“Just one more thing. Could you close your eyes?”

Lucifer squinted under the darkness of Alastor's palm. But ended up nodding as he did just that, feeling that the hand was leaving his face to lift his chin up. He heard the sound of Alastor taking a step back before he felt the radio demon making contact with his lips. A tentative, still clumsy gesture. Nothing else but a simple kiss that didn't try to do anything else, and yet, it made his chest inflate like he couldn't remember doing a long time ago. When Alastor moved away, an actual sigh escaped him. He wanted to reach over and do it again, have more, this time get to explore the mouth of Alastor if he allowed it to, but he contained himself. When he just made the slightest movement forward, Alastor's hand came back to cover him even though he didn't lift his eyelids.

“When you are free, your Majesty, I will be the one cooking dinner for us” said Alastor. “Don't worry, no cannibal meat. That is a third date privilege at least.”

Under the darkness, Lucifer blinked, his eyelashes brushing the skin of the sinner.

“What happened to your busy schedule?” couldn't help to smirk.

“Luckily for you, it has found an unprecedent free space I can spare. As long certian issue is taking care of, that is.”

“I was going to go do that after breakfast. And hey, we still haven't told Charlie so…”

“I won't say a word, your Majesty. You don't have to worry about that. Just see you have it solved as soon as possible.”

Lucifer sighed, relieved.

“I will. Maybe another one for good luck?” Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows for more emphasis and heard a chuckle.

“No.”

Lucifer shrugged with an non chalant grin. He couldn't blame him for trying.

“I will tell you when it's done then?”

“Indeed. Have a good day, sir” Lucifer felt the hand of the sinner dissapearing from his face. When he saw the light again, all there was left was a black spot in the floor where Alastor stood before and a blink later, not even that.

He felt the impulse of using the golden doorknob to go run to the other Lucifer and ask him what was up with the covering eyes thing. Was that something that his Alastor did as well? When did it stopped? Was some kind of power move (probably), actual shyness (less likely but cuter) or something else entirely he wasn't realizing? The excruciating need to know now had him pursing his lips for a moment. But no, no. First go finish his issues with Lilith and see how they were going to break it off to Charlie later on. That was what was more important right now.

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“Sooo…” started the reigning king, serving some tea to the cup in front of Lucifer. On the other side of the table, the Alastor of that dimension took a calm sip of his coffee, “how did it go?”

“Surprisingly easy” commented Lucifer, instantly dumping a bunch of sugar cubes on his cup and pointedly ignoring the tail wrapped around Alastor's forearm. If it was normal for them, then who was he to question them? “As it turns out, when you have the best lawyers in Hell, even divorces of millenia old are so much easier. Lilith is taking one half of the palace until she finishes her own and always had her own bank account anyway, so we didn't had to talk a lot about that aspect. It was mostly title stuff things we had to look for. Basically, she is staying as the Queen for as long she is alive. If any of us remarries, they will be our Consorts. If we have children with someone else, they will be heirs to the throne just the same as Charlie, who is an adult anyway so we don't have to discuss her custody. And other legal bullshit stuff I had to sign on. I think by the end Lilith was more done with everything that I was” He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “One of my lawyers said they never saw a more amicable divorce. That is something, right? At least nobody is getting away bitter or angry. I might not get the award to best marriage, but I will get it to best divorce at least” said with a tiny giggle that was, for the most part, actually sincere.

There were times he still catched himself looking at his hand, at the finger that didn't had no ring anymore and felt nostalgic about it. Sometimes sad too, but those moment didn't last long.

When it first dissolved that day they both put their signatures down, he understood what Lilith meant with getting a sense of relief when she went to Heaven to try to argue for sinners. It was at the end of the day truly something that it was a long time coming and it was only now that they both accepted it. The body finally could rest underground where it should have been.

“And what about your Charlie?” asked the king, taking his seat. “How did she take it?”

Lucifer snorted, covering his face as a light blush extended for her face.

“She said, and I quote, I swear on my name this is true, she said “Oh thank fuck! I was so afraid you were going to cheat on mom with Alastor or something! That could have been complicated for everyone, so I am glad you have it sorted it out” He finally succumbed to his laughter as the king snorted over his tea, spilling some of it on the table as his shoulders agitated. Alastor, with a chuckle of his own, rubbed the back of his husband until he regained composure. “I still don't know how did she know! We haven't even had our first date yet, but hey, good to know she is fine with the idea, I guess?”

“I mean, after having us over, she kinda had to” commented the king, sending a grin to his husband.

Alastor nodded.

“She was truly okay then?” asked. From another dimension or not, he still cared about Charlie after raising his own and Lucifer appreciated that.

“Apparently she had already assumed we were separated when her mom was away. She just made peace with it during those seven years, so now it's just… ah, so you made it official at last, finally” Lucifer exhaled, letting his shoulder fall. Figures that his daughter would accept things easier than he did. “Of course Lilith is still welcome in the Hotel and Charlie can visit whenever she wants.”

“I imagine that must be fun for your Alastor” chuckled the radio demon. Both Lucifers gave him an unimpressed look that he responded with a slight shrug.

“Well, even if he has a problem, he will have to suck it up” said Lucifer, taking another sip. “Lilith is her mom. I am not about to tell her she can't come to her own daughter's place. Not that she would listen to me even if I did say that either. Also, again, not even first date yet so he doesn't really have a lot of room to speak” added, rolling his eyes.

The king wheezed, so suddenly that Lucifer was taken aback as the monarch slapped his hand on the table.

“You think that would stop this guy?” commented, pointing to his husband. “My dude, my friend, buddy, you are in for a wild ride if you think something like that is going to change anything.”

“What is that supposed to mean?"

"Is he willing to date you, your Majesty?" asked Alastor as his partner just smirked at his side. "Has he said or implied as much?"

"I mean, yeah, pretty much. He said he wanted to cook something non cannibal for us once this was done."

The king opened up his eyes, as if he had just dropped an octopus on the table and called it his new wife.

"Wow" said, sharing a look to Alastor. "Welp, I hope you enjoyed your days of being single, bud, because that demon won't ever let anyone else come close to you again."

"Oh, come on."

"No, no, is true" said Alastor, nodding. "By the time I offered to cook for my darling, I had already killed a servant that I felt was too keen in following him around the palace. It was a pretty early stage of our relationship too."

"He first told me he caught her stealing from him" added the king, sighning. "He didn't tell me the truth until much later."

"In fairness, I wasn't lying entirely. She was trying to steal the attention of my dearest. For that there are consequences" finished Alastor with a grin. "Once something is mine, stays mine unless I decide to throw it away."

Lucifer looked over at the king, but his counterpart was not reassuring him of anything by calmly eating another cookie.

"And you are okay with that?" questioned Lucifer, incredulous.

"Everyone has their perks" The king lifted an elbow to the table to support his chin on the back of his hand. "We live in Hell so it's no like you can be surprised when someone that ended up here is violent. You just have to take the good with the bad and live with it, especially if the good is still better than the bad. Alastor is a fucking nutjob, but he is my nutjob, you know" he said, holding the hand of the radio demon to take it to his lips, leaving a kiss.

A sound of static rippled through the air as Alastor straightened up in his chair. The ears on top flicked slighty as Alastor gently took his hand away, clearing his throat. Judging by the way the king's smile remained, he wasn't bothered by it at all. If anything, he was absolutely charmed anyway.

"Likewise, my dear" said Alastor, taking his coffe and blatantly ignoring the eyes of his husband. "It's a two way street. I wouldn't claim you if I didn't find something of value to have."

"And… "Lucifer scratched his neck, turning away, "you think that he already…?"

"Oh, yeah, totally" said the king, patting his arm. "Congratulations. You won a permanent stalker. Trust me, it's worth it. Sometimes" finalized with a cheeky grin that Alastor did not appreciate, squinting his eyes.

"What was that, dear? I can't hear you over the sound of me carrying your child."

"Nothing, babe" The king chuckled, lifting from the chair to kiss his cheek. "Do you want lady fingers to go with the coffee?" offered, obviously as a olive branch.

Alastor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Seeming to be pacified for now, he huffed.

"Yes, thank you."

As the king conjured up a box from Rosie's emporium with the fingers sticking out, Lucifer tried not to see too much as Alastor took one into his mouth and pulled out the biggest bone completely clean a second later, leaving it on top of a napkin. Yes, he had technically already cannibalized his own already sharing a body with the other Lucifer. Didn't mean that he was fully comfortable with the whole concept.

He still wasn't sure about what to think about Alastor potentially claiming him, in any way, shape or form. After all, it had worked for these two, clearly. But in the other hand, that was a different Alastor and maybe he was just a little more extreme than the one he had back on his dimension.

"There was something else I wanted to ask you" Lucifer swallowed up, looking at both of them. That was the true reason he went there in the first place, but then got distracted talking about everything else. "Was there any period in which Alastor… like, blinded you before a kiss? Is that a… radio demon thing?"

"Blinded you?" repeated Alastor.

"Yeah, like putting your hand on his eyes or asking him to close them."

"Before or after a kiss?"

"During all of it, actually."

"Huh" Alastor tilted his head to a side. "I never did that. I can't imagine why I would either."

The king frowned for a moment, looking down at the plate of cookies. When Lucifer grabbed two to eat at once, he lifted his head.

"Does he know about the glow?" asked, also wanting to know from Alastor, who shrugged without an answer to give.

"The what?" Lucifer was legitimately confused for a moment, as if he were talking to Bel.

"You know, that shine that we can see because we were upstairs before" The king lazily pointed to the ceiling, crossing his legs. "Back then we didn't even have to try, but once down here, well, you have to want to do it?"

"Oh" Lucifer went back to the last time someone ever mentioned that ability to him. Zadkiel had mentioned it in reference to his counterpart not glowing at all, without the memories of his Alastor, but even before that, there was something else. Alastor glowed brighter than he had done before. "I… I think so? Alastor was pulled out from our cell so our siblings could talk to him from time to time. I imagine they could have talked to him about it at some point?"

"Oh, so that explains it" said Alastor, looking to his husband to see if he had gotten the same idea. Apparently understanding that they did, Alastor chuckled. "That idiot doesn't want you to see how much he glows now. If you did, you might think you have him already."

Lucifer squinted his eyes.

"So he can claim me all he wants and kill anyone that looks at me for too long, but Heaven forbid I think it's a equal thing?"

"Told you, nutjob" The king smiled before cooeing, clasping his hands together against his cheek. "But that is so cute, though! Oh, buddy, he is just not ready to jump off that bridge yet."

"I am pretty sure that is not how that phrase goes, dear" commented Alastor, throwing four fingers more into his mouth. This time he didn't leave any bones behind.

"Well, whatever, you know what I mean" The king rolled his eyes and reached to put a hand on the shoulder of Lucifer, giving it a squeeze. "Just give it some time, man. For now… let him set the pace and take it easy. All of this is new to him so he is kinda going blind and hoping it won't explode in his face."

"Which it can, considering who he intends to talk to in the dark" added Alastor, rising a hand before Lucifer could protect. "Not saying that you will explode at him or intend to. Just saying that is a factor he is certainly going to think about."

"Do you think that about him?" Lucifer stared as the demon smirked.

"No. I haven't in a long time" said simply, patting his stomach absentmindly. "If he is not as much of an idiot as I think he is, he will get there too. With time."

"So, patience?" summarized Lucifer, looking at his counterpart who nodded with a grin.

"It will be worth it once he actually relaxes" assured the king.

Lucifer hoped so. Alastor wasn't the only one going in blind.

He came back to his dimension a little after dinner was over. Lucifer peaked through the corner to see that Alastor on the lobby, just reading a book. Now he had an idea of why the man had been avoiding him the whole week that it took him to sign papers and everything else. By now, the news of the Queen and King of Hell officially not being together anymore had to have spread all over the place. So he probably knew already, or heard someone talking about it at least. And yet, he still haven't tried to talk to him or searched for him.

The other Lucifer had recommended patience. Give him time. Wait. Let him set the pace. Surely none of that was going to be affected if he just talked to the guy first? Lucifer cleared his throat and started whistlening his way there. One of the ears of Alastor immediately followed the sound, but that was the only thing signaling the deer had become aware of his presence. Alastor passed to the next page of his book. Lucifer took a deep breath and whistled even louder, stomping his way up to where the sinner was.

"Oh, hey, Al! Nice to find you!" said Lucifer.

Alastor sighed, marking the page. Lucifer calmed down a little at seeing that it was the feather of Sera he was still using. The radio demon still did not closed the book, stubbornly keeping it in front of his poker face.

"Goodnight, your Majesty. I assume that no royal duty requires you to have a timely rest? Or no interest to fulfill them anyway?"

Lucifer could feel his eye twitching. Dick. He took another breath as he came closer, casually leaving his hand hanging over the back of the couch. His free, unringed hand, whose fingers he stretched out as he let out a yawn.

"Actually, I finished with all of that today" said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his hair back. He counted as a victory when he could see Alastor following the movement from the corner of his eye. "It's all done. I am finally out of it. No more papers to sign, to read or lawyers to see. For now at least. The important stuff is done for. Officially done."

"Is that so?" Alastor finally closed the book and calmly put it on his lap, giving a sideye. "I suppose then that his Majesty must have his schedule quite open after going through that whole ordeal."

"It's a gaping white hole all over my calendar right now. Never been cleaner" confirmed Lucifer with a grin, reaching forward to support his cheek on his hand. "I was actually thinking of adding something there. Do you have any suggestion?"

"I might" Alastor examined his claws. "8:30, Thursday would work for you?"

That was in two days. Lucifer perked up, not longer caring to pretend that wasn't exactly what he was waiting for. He was going to have his first date in two days. Later he could freak out about it, in the privacy of his room, but for now, there was only optimism.

"Yeah, sounds great."

"Indeed" Alastor stand up, holding the book against his chest. "We will find each other here. Any issue with that?"

"None at all."

Alastor nodded.

"Good. Then for now, this is goodnight from my part, your Majesty" said, passing over in way to the stairs. "Unlike others, I can hear the calling of my bed pretty clearly."

"I wouldn't dream to make you wait any longer. Goodnight, Al."

Lucifer sighed, relieved that he would not have that hanging on his mind any longer. Well, no, there was one thing still. That little thought that just wouldn't shut up. He could leave it alone. He could learn to ignore it and continue on as thing have been going until now. It's not like he actually needed that confirmation, did he? Could he have enough already?

"Hey, Al" called, turning to him.

The moment that Alastor looked at him, Lucifer had to take a step back. It was like going on a bike, his body never truly forgot how to do it. The ability came to him just as easy as if to flex a muscle, which did surprised him, but not as much as what it actually let him see.

Alastor was shinning, an aura of light around his figure that it was breaking into different colors with the slightest movement. The grace of Heave made it into another part of living everyday, just another fixure like the clouds or the blue of the sky were. Down there it wasn't like that. He had to actually search for those stars and, even then, he knew he could not find it at all. But Alastor, that awful, annoying, nutjob of a sinner had a light that was almost reaching back to him, reflecting off the walls, the steps he was in. All his features looked more pristine than ever, more lively, full of life after death. It was beautiful and nostalgic and he grabbed to the couch when his knees almost faltered.

"Your Majesty?" asked Alastor.

With each word of his, the light around him pulsated, even bigger than before, like a crystal heart against the morning sun in Earth. It awakened something on Lucifer, an almost feral desire to protect that light, to feed it, to let it shine as bright as it would blind God himself. Is that what the other Lucifer felt all the time? Then no fucking wonder they were both as crazy for each other as they were. What a lucky bastard.

"I forgot what I was going to say" said with a chuckle, finally. "Sorry."

Alastor tilted his head, the light around it shinning on the portraits on the wall near the stairs, and then shrugged.

"Good night then, sir."

When Alastor dissapeared into his shadow, his shadow was shinning too all the way to the stairs, as it were a moving liquid rainbow. Lucifer swallowed up and immediately teleported to his room, to his bed. He grabbed the nearest pillow he could and burried his face on it as he giggled incontrollably, kicking his feet in the air.

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Games and Memories

@tickles-and-cuddles

agbhnjmnhg it's finally done after being sidetracked for so long

Warnings: Tkl fanfic, Implied romantic BakuDeku at the end if you squint, and light cursing (It's bakugou.)

Bakugou was sitting in his room, scrolling through his old pictures. The high school student had run out of things to do a good thirty minutes ago, having already completed his homework, and having already been told that he wasn’t allowed to do any more training for the day. (‘Five hours isn’t “too long!”’) So far, he had come across what was mostly family photos he was forced to take with his parents, and pictures of him and his middle school friends. Him at the park, him at the zoo, ETC… all that type of stuff.

That was when he came across it. It was a picture of him when he was very young, maybe five or six years old. He was standing next to a rather large tree, with someone else. Next to him was a boy about his age back then. A boy he recognized so easily by his dark green hair.

Deku.

‘Izuku..’

It had been a while since Bakugo had used that name for the boy, even in his thoughts.

The blonde couldn’t help but reminisce about those old days, many, many years ago. It was happy back then. He was happy back then. He was himself.

It had been so long since Katsuki had just been able to… be himself. His true self. The side of him that only his old friend could bring out.

He smiled, before scrolling to the next picture.

It was another one of him and the greenette. Only this time, Deku was on the floor, laughing with a bright red face, Katsuki straddling his waist.

Bakugou’s smile turned into a grin. Now, he knew just how to do a little bonding with his old friend.

Izuku was sat on the couch, bored out of his absolute mind. He had been watching TV, but after clicking through what was probably hundreds of channels, he had given up on trying to find something that really interested him. He leaned back into the couch with a groan.

“You’d think there would be more than just reality TV on a Saturday…” He mumbled to himself.

“God, you really need to learn how to fucken’ speak up, nerd.” The greenette jumped at the voice behind him, before whirling around, instantly being faced with a pair of familiar red eyes. “K-Kacchan!? How long have you been standing there?” He asked the boy standing behind the couch.

“A couple minutes, but long enough to see that you’re bored to shit.” “Heh, yeah, that’s true.” Izuku chuckled out, nervously.

Katsuki walked around to the front of the couch, sitting down. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve got somethin’ to entertain ya’ with.” The blonde grinned.

“Oh? And, what could that be?” The unsuspecting teenager asked, innocently. He was sort of excited. Bakugou was being nicer than usual, not even cussing Deku out for mumbling today (not counting breakfast this morning), and said boy intended to soak it in for as long as he could.

“Well, it’s a game.” The taller of the two explained. This only added to the other’s excitement. A game? With Bakugou? While this was certainly a surprise, the greenette wasn’t complaining.

“How do we play?” He asked with an unknowing smile.

“Simple. You keep your arms up for sixty seconds while I tickle you, and you win.” Said the blonde, rather bluntly.

The Midoriya boy froze up, his face turning bright red. That was… unexpected. He hadn’t expected Bakugou to just ask like that, let alone even want to tickle him in the first place. Not that he was against the idea, because of course he wasn’t. It was just a tad bit… …flustering.

“Well? Whaddya’ say, nerd?” “...What happens if I win?” Now it was Bakugou’s turn to be surprised. He hadn’t expected the other to ask that and, in all honesty, he had no idea for a surprise.

Izuku quickly noticed this from his friend’s shocked expression, so he came up with something on his own. “How about… if I win, I get to tickle you for two minutes?” “No.” “One minute?” “Thirty seconds.” “Deal!” Izuku grinned happily. All he had to do was keep his arms up for one minute, and then he would get to tickle Bakugou! Easy, right? Well, the poor boy seemed to underestimate how ticklish he was.

Soon, Deku was lying on the taller hero(-in-training)’s lap, his arms up as high as they could go. The game had barely even started, they were only five seconds in, (Bakugou set a timer) and the poor thing was already giggling and squirming like a madman. And yet, all Bakugou was doing was gently raking his fingers down the other’s sides.

“Huh, seems you won’t be lasting long, will you~?” The blonde teased.

Deku giggled out a ‘shut up’, before realizing his mistake. Katsuki wasn’t one to talk back to, especially not in a situation like this.

“...Shut up? Shut up? Oh, you’re in big fucken’ trouble now, damn nerd.” That was when Bakugou went absolutely wild. He scribbled his fingers over Deku’s belly, squeezed his sides, scratched at his underarms… anything he could do and/or reach, really. He showed no mercy in absolutely wrecking poor Izuku.

“AHHAHHHA- GAHAH- K-KAHAHAHACHAAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Izuku laughed out. He just couldn’t handle the ruthless tickling sensations all over his body, and no matter how much he thrashed from side to side, he just couldn’t get away. It was on his ribs, his stomach, his hips… everywhere. Atleast, that’s what it felt like to the greenette. “GAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T-!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, MEHEHEHEHERCY!!”

“Mercy is for losers, Deku.” That was all that could be said before Izuku’s arms shot down. Bakugou grinned and slowed to a stop, knowing he had won. “Heh, told you I’d win, damn Deku.” But the blonde’s grin slowly turned into a soft smile as he watched the smaller boy giggle with a bright red face, the ghost tickles probably getting to him.

“Y’know, since I won, I think I should have a reward.” Katsuki stated.

“O-Oho? Ahahand what were you thihinking?” The greenette giggled out.

“I’m thinking… dessert.” Bakugou leaned down, and blew a rather large raspberry on Midoriya’s stomach, and the room was filled with screeching laughter once more.

Let’s just say, Deku had a very long night, but the cuddles at the end were totally worth it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ahhh sorry it's so short, but I hope you liked it!

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Cover art by @ronordmann it’s beautiful and I love it (and you 💕)

This Must Be Love 5.7k of fluff love and confessions.

Three days before Valentine’s Day Buck has plans to help Chris with his homework, except the evening takes an unexpected turn when Chris has some unexpected questions about love and that leads to something else unexpected.

The living room table is all set up and ready, Buck’s stash of pens, pencils and various school based items has increased ten fold over the last few years. He even has a special box for all the stuff Chris needs when he’s doing homework at his loft. Today the box is out and he’s ready, primed and even keen to get some homework done. 

It’s ironic reallly homework was never his thing, Maddie always had to drag him through it. Buck’s lucky Chris is still relatively motivated to do his. He’s double checked the equipment all laid out twice when there’s a knock on his door. Right on time.

An enthusiastic pull at his front door reveals his two favourite people and he greets them with a smile.

“Gentlemen, Buck’s House of Homework awaits you.”

“Buck.” Chris sounds exasperated and rolls his eyes as he walks past heading straight for the table but there’s a glimpse of a smile for him despite the welcome.  Behind his son Eddie’s own eyes roll, his face a picture of parental patience worn thin.

Buck wonders if either of them know how similar they look when they do that. Eddie mouths “bad mood” and shakes his head to accompany a shrug that declares he has no idea what’s wrong with the boy in front of him.

With a slight sigh no doubt at the teenage-ness of it all  Eddie walks over to Chris to say goodbye.

“Ok I’m going. I will be back in a couple of hours and then if you have done your homework.” He ruffles Chris' hair and gets an annoyed jerk of protest as Chris moves his head away in an attempt to dislodge his dad’s hand. 

That makes Eddie roll his eyes again but while Buck sniggers softly he does feel sorry for his friend , it’s tough adjusting to an almost teenager. Giving up on his son Eddie looks at Buck to continue “and if you haven’t eaten too many snacks” Buck throws him an outraged look at the suggestion. “ I will treat us all to pizza.”

“I can cook us something.” Buck offers quickly because he loves cooking for them, it makes him feel like they’re a family. “I don’t mind.”

Eddie get a soft look on his face as he closes the gap between them and once close enough his hand lifts and then it’s gently holding onto Buck’s arm. It lands just at the edge of his T-shirt sleeve so Eddie’s palm is half on his skin. Buck tries hard not to notice how warm and strong his hand feels.

 “You don’t have to.” 

“I know but I like to, cooking’s fun but  usually I can’t be bothered if it's just me so…’” He finishes on a hopeful note.

“Ok, if you’re sure then a home cooked meal with my boys sounds perfect.” The smile on Eddie’s face widens.

Buck looks at him in admiration. God he looks so happy, so much lighter than he has for all the years Buck’s known him. He’s so proud of Eddie, of how far he’s come. The smile on his own face is instinctive, mirroring the one he’s receiving, while at the same time he tries to damp down on all the feelings the words ‘home’ and ‘my boys’ stir in his chest. 

Instead of dwelling on all that he pushes Eddie towards the door, “Now go. Go do your things. We’ll be right here.”

Eddie does as he’s told but turns to look at him from the doorway. He pauses, so Buck has the full weight of his warm brown eyes on him for a handful of heartbeats. Just enough time for him to tell himself to stop it; stop reacting, stop hoping, stop wanting. He doesn’t think stop loving. He knows he can’t, he’s tried.

That look gets him every time. You’d think he’d be used to them by now. Eddie doesn’t mean anything by it. He can’t possibly. He shouldn’t let those big brown eyes do anything to him, least of all get his hopes up.

Eddie’s eyes slip from Buck to Chris and then back again, “Be good, both of you. Especially you.” That last bit is accompanied by a quick wink in Buck’s direction that spikes his heart rate instantly. 

Then he’s gone and Buck left staring at the door, he turns, a huge sigh slipping out unheeded and finds Chris sat at his kitchen table staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You ok bud?”

Chris goes “humph”, a noise Buck’s never heard from him before. Looks like Eddie’s right and Chris is in a mood. He decides to ignore it and goes to the fridge to get some drinks for them. If he glances over at his almost teenage companion a few times, just to check which way the wind is blowing mood wise, at least he’s subtle about it.

He takes one final glance over the rim of his juice then risks it.

“You good Chris?” 

“Fine.” 

Not entirely convincing. He pushes his luck a little further. “You sure?”

This time Chris sighs and dramatically drops his pen on the table.

“Buck?” The boy's eyes are fixed on the table. There’s a weighty pause then Chris looks up, right at him and says,

“What’s it like being in love?”

Unfortunately for him, he’d just taken a mouthful of juice so the question reduces Buck to a coughing and spluttering mess.

That came completely out of left field. At least he hopes it did. Shit. What if Chris has worked it out. What if Chris has noticed how he feels about his dad and worse what if he tells Eddie and what if they both end up hating him for it. What if he loses them, what if, what if, what if….

Chris is looking at him, he has to get it together. Grabbing a cloth to wipe at his face and dab the stains from his top Buck says, “Um.”

Which is marvelously articulate and not at all suspicious. So he tries again and this time manages something a little more like an actual sentence.

“So I’m…um  why why um… why would you think I know that?”

Chris looks at him like he’s stupid. “Uh cos you're old, and haven’t you been in love like loads of times?” 

Oh thank god, his heart rate crashes back to normal. That’s ok then. He can handle that.

He crosses the room to sit with Chris.

“No, not really, definitely not lots of times anyway.” 

Counting backwards from Eddie he thinks maybe three, is that too many or not enough for a man his age. It’s nowhere near his other number, that one has never had a lot to do with love but that’s hardly something to be discussing with Christopher.

Christopher’s question is tricky but he tries to be helpful. “And I think love feels different each time and different for different people, so really it’s difficult to explain.” 

Chris looks extremely unimpressed by this piece of news.

“That’s not helpful. How am I supposed to know then!?”

Buck chuckles at the plaintive question but Chris has a point.

“It’s tricky. Sorry bud, no easy answers.” He waits a few seconds. “So am I allowed to ask why you want to know, might help me be more specific?”

Chris looks away, confirming Buck’s suspicions so he keeps his voice gentle, “Maybe you like someone? Or maybe you think you do?”

Chris’s eyes dart back to his then down. His voice is quiet.

“Maybe.”

“Is this about Valentines?”  It’s the 14th in three days. 

Chris’ nod is so small it would be easy to miss.

“You thinking about maybe giving someone a card?” Buck’s tries to keep the ‘aw that’s adorable’ look off his face but Chris’ little face screws up, and damn it, he’s still so cute although Buck would never dare say that these days. 

Eventually Christopher reluctantly commits to another “Maybe.”

After a second failed attempt to catch his eye Buck says “You don’t have to sign it you know.”

This time Chris sighs and says with a hit of irritation “I know that!” Buck waits. “but I don’t even know if I like them or if I like them. It’s so confusing!”

Oh. Buck can identify with that. His mouth twists into a small sympathetic smile.

“Yup, it certainly is.”

“Even for grown ups?” Chris sounds horrified.

“Absolutely!” 

To be honest he's pretty sure it never actually gets any easier or if it does he’s still waiting for it to happen.

“So how am I supposed to know if you guys can’t even tell! It’s impossible!!”

Chris sounds quite emotional and Buck doesn’t exactly panic but he doesn’t want to do  the wrong thing either. 

“Maybe we should wait for your dad? You, you should probably talk to him about this. Not me.”

Chris pulls another one of  those ‘are you stupid faces’.

“Why not? I wanna talk to you. You’re like my second dad anyway.”

Buck’s heart stops. 

“Chris…” his own voice is breathless and barely audible even in the silence of his loft.

The boy before him has no idea he’s said anything remarkable, he looks up, confused at the change of his tone. “What? That’s what dad says. He says it all the time.”

Buck's brain is struggling to keep up. He’s rather stunned by Chris' casual comments. He has to swallow before he can ask,

“H he does?”

“Yup” Chris doesn’t even look up this time just does his next math problem like he hasn’t rocked Buck’s entire world.

“He’s always telling people about you, my teacher, the neighbours. He even told my dentist about you last week, when she was going on about enamel. Dad said “Buck already told him that but who listens to their dad!” Chris says it in an pretty good impression of Eddie, then mutters to himself “embarrassing! I listen, just don’t wanna brush sometimes.”

Buck blinks rapidly. Had Eddie really said that? About him?

“Anyway,” Chris carries on oblivious to his inner turmoil “tell me what it’s like being in love.”

“Um” he wants to say it’s like this, your heart going crazy because you think for just a second they might love you back. 

It’s wanting to be part of someone’s life so badly your whole body aches with it,  that you want to belong to them and have them choose you back. 

It’s a voice you turn to with a smile already on your face because you know the face you’ll see will be your favourite one.

It’s brown eyes, that see all of you and smile.

He doesn’t say any of that. How could he, so he stalls until he can find words better suited to a young man with questions about his heart.

Proud his voice sounds so normal Buck buys himself time.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” 

Chris looks at him suspiciously but Buck grabs some card and pens and waves them enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you make a Valentine’s card and we can talk about it. Then at the end if you decide you like them like that , you’ll have something to give them.

Chris eyes narrow thoughtfully, “Ok, it’s not a terrible idea but you have to make one too.”

He laughs, it’s either that or sigh, “ I haven’t got anyone to give one to.”

Chris gives him a look he doesn’t quite understand and mutters something under his breath again, this time Buck only catches a few words but “could” and “tried” are clear enough.

“What was that?” He studies his companion with a slight frown, he’s feeling a little confused by surly pre teen Chris, his sympathy for Eddie is increasing dramatically by the minute.

“Nothing, but I’m only making one if you do.”

It’s not worth arguing so he gives in , “Ok, if you insist.” 

He has no idea what he’ll do with his card but if it helps Chris work through some stuff he’s all for it. 

“Let’s finish your homework then we can get creative.”

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[farity]

Baby Mine

Pairing:  Modern AU!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  New parents fluffy goodness - little slice of life scene

Warning:  None, really.

It was uncharacteristically quiet when Aemond walked in, arms laden with groceries, and he immediately went on alert.  He put the groceries down, raced silently to his bedroom and froze when he reached the doorway.  

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey.”

He could not say anything else at the moment, so big was the lump in his throat.  In his bed - their bed - was everything he had ever wanted.  His wife, the love of his life, was gently nuzzling their infant son, holding him close.  The baby was sleeping, his little feet crossed underneath him, and completely unaware of the emotions he was generating.

“Do you need anything?” he finally whispered.

“Just you.”

She extended her arm to him and he walked over, slowly sitting down behind her, kissing the side of her face.  Their son did not stir, and he gently ran his fingers across the silky blond hair on his head.  

“He’s perfect,” Aemond mused.

She smiled.  “He’s everything.”

As if on cue, the baby stretched, little arms reaching as high as they could do, and then he settled back to sleeping, safe in his mother’s arms.

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow.  “Hard to believe in about ten minutes he’s going to wake up and scream bloody murder if I don’t feed him fast enough.”

“Not this sweet, sweet angel,” said Aemond sarcastically, used to his son’s screeching wails if he wasn’t given his food the moment he wanted it.  “I can give him a bottle later if you want to get a few hours of rest.”

“That would be heavenly.”  She leaned in to smell his sweet baby scent.  “Is Helaena coming over tonight?”

“Oh yeah.  She has been demanding ‘auntie time’ all week.”

“I’m just glad she didn’t get scared off after he threw up all over her.”

Aemond smirked.  “I think Aegon was far more horrified it would get on his Zegna suit.”

He leaned back, took a picture of the baby on his phone.  “Mom and dad have been asking for new photos.  I think they’re regretting going to Essos on holiday.”

She laughed softly.  “Uh-oh,” she widened her eyes at Aemond.  “He’s stirring, I think for real this time.”  She unclasped the strap on her nightgown, and just as their son opened his mouth to scream, she bared her breast and began feeding him.

“Well done,” Aemond said, clapping slowly.  “He can’t complain he doesn’t get good service here.”

“Oh I’m sure he can.  Just wait until he fills his diaper.”

“True.  Okay, I am going to get all his stuff ready in the living room so I can take him when you’re done.  Want something to drink?”

She nodded, and he left to get everything together.  Helaena would be over with dinner in a couple of hours, get her fill of her “little bug” and he’d have to take a hundred pictures of his sister and his son.

He’d never meant for his life to turn out this way.  He had always thought someday he would meet someone suited to his family and lifestyle, someone appropriate enough to be on his arm at functions.  She would want for nothing, be part of his illustrious family.  If they had children, they would be cared for and protected.  None of them would ever know they had not touched his heart, the heart he kept behind massive stone walls carefully built over the years.  

And then he’d met her.

She had gone to the same school as he - she on a full scholarship, living in a house shared with five others, while he lived in the penthouse of one of his parents’ properties along with Aegon and Helaena.

The first words she’d said to him were, “holy shit, you’re real” - and then turned red and explained how she’d read a lot about him but had never seen any pictures of him.  He’d opened his mouth and just stared at her for a few long seconds, and then decided she was obnoxious and he never wanted to run into her again.

“You’re so fucked, Aem,” Helaena had said to him.  Unfortunately, since she was Helaena’s friend and study group partner, he kept running into her, although she was quiet whenever she saw him.

Good, he’d thought, maybe she’d learned some fucking manners.

Then he realized he couldn't stop thinking about her.  Whenever some other girl flirted with him, he didn’t really want to reciprocate, and began to stay home more and more.  

Finally, he realized he wanted to stay home in the chance Helaena brought her over.

“Will you stop fucking moping and ask her out?”  Aegon had snapped after Aemond, once again, declined to join him on a night out.  “I’m tired of your hermit bullshit.”

When the siblings hosted a New Year’s Eve party, he had thrown caution to the wind and kissed her when the clock struck twelve.  She’d kissed him back and that had been it.  He’d thrown away all his ideas about marriage and family and months later, begged her, on bended knee, to marry him.

He sat on the sofa and as usual, the large dog came over to be near the baby.  “Good job, Vhagar,” he said, scratching the dog’s fur, “good job, girl.”  Vhagar settled next to his leg, sniffed the baby’s head, and then put her large head on her paws, content to be near most of her pack.

Aemond smiled, rocking his son, and let the afternoon light bathe his perfect world.

* * * * * 

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[dameronology]

timing's a bitch (s.h) - 3/5

spring '86

i almost had you and i almost wish you would've loved me too - almost, bowling for soup (x)

"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother

a.k.a a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

You didn’t come back to Hawkins until Spring. 

It was nothing to do with Steve. Actually, nothing had changed with him. Aside from looking at him and realising that he was single-handedly responsible for the best night of your life, he was still Steve to you. Steve, who you had shaken hands with and agreed that neither of you would ever mention the hook up. Steve, who had insisted you both have a mature conversation about your fight. Steve, who had continued to drive to the city every other fucking weekend since then so you could spend time together as best friends. Just best friends. Nothing else. Even though you shared ice cream at Coney Island and stalked through Battery City at six in the fucking morning to admire the views. You shared a bed and many demons but here you were. Best friends. 

Spring Break came around quicker than you expected. You’d been eager to spend more than a singular weekend at home and actually catch up with your old friends; coffee with Nancy and record shopping with Eddie were all on the agenda, but Steve had insisted on booking you up for most of the week you were home. In some way, hooking up had accidentally brought you closer. All signs of co-dependency that you would rather have ignored than face in couples therapy. Who had the money? 

That night had played on your mind over and over again, as had the other night that you and Steve almost-but-didn’t actually hook-up. That word, you’d found, had come up a lot in recent months: almost. You almost slept with him. You almost took Steve up on his offer of a relationship. You almost begged him to stay the morning after you fucked. So many almosts in the space of just a few months and it was starting to fry your brain. You’d gone fourteen years without ever thinking of Steve as anything more than a friend; fourteen years pitying whichever girl he was trying to woo that week. You’d never anticipated that you might one day be one of those girls. 

It didn’t feel as bad as you thought it would.

Your first day home, as promised to your parents, was spent at their house. It was unpacking and lunch and then catching up on what you’d done since Christmas - though you refrained from telling them who you had done -and then finally, around sun down, they released you from their grip to go and meet your friends at the lake. Steve, as promised, pulled up outside your house at 8:02PM. 

He met you half-way up the garden path, taking you in his embrace.

“Hey, stranger!”

“Hey, Steve,” you laughed. “I only saw you last week-”

“- in New York,” he cut you off, releasing you from his grip. He ran a hand over your hair with a grin. “Seeing you in Hawkins is…different.”

You frowned. “Different how?”

“Just different,” he shrugged. “C’mon, everyone’s already at the lake.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you huffed, following Steve to the car. “My mum was talking my ear off for like three hours about my Aunt Fiona’s operation.”

Steve smiled. “Don’t apologise. I visited her in hospital last week and she’s doing okay.”

“You visited my aunt in hospital?”

“Well…yeah,” he said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve known her basically my entire life.”

“It’s not that,” you replied. “It just looks really bad that I didn’t come from New York earlier to see her-”

“-it’s okay, you’re busy,” he shrugged. “Besides, I will always be Fiona’s favourite. The Golden Child.”

You chattered back and forth until you reached the lake. 

As promised, Nancy was already down there with the gang and, true to her nature, she’d brought everything you could possibly need. A tent, towels, stuff to make s’mores when the sun went down. Evening was slowly creeping in but it was still very warm out - maybe seventy or so degrees - and the water looked beautiful under the pink sunset. Save for a few other groups dotted about the shores, the lake was pretty quiet. That meant that the group had spread out a little. 

Still, that didn’t stop them all piling in your direction as soon as they saw you get out of Steve’s car. Nancy first, and then Robin, and then finally Eddie Munson wrapped his wily arms around you and dragged you over to where they were sat. There was no pointing in screaming and kicking - he was freakishly strong after all - because that would only encourage him even more to dump you straight in the lake. So, you were grateful when he dropped you on the ground and handed you a beer from his cooler. 

“Beers are on me, ladies,” he grinned proudly. “Stole ‘em from my uncle.”

“And they say romance is dead,” Robin muttered. 

“So,” Nancy rolled her eyes at them, pulling the attention to you. “How’s New York? How’s college?”

“It’s amazing!” you grinned. “The city is amazing and college is amazing and…it’s amazing.”

Steve leant over to you, voice lowered. “Say amazing one more time and we might believe you.” 

“I wanna go to a proper one next year when I’m done with this community college bullshit,” Eddie chimed in. “I hear the hook-up culture is amazing at the inner-city ones. Better than it is here, I hope.”

“I mean…yeah, it’s good,” you shrugged. “Depends where you go, though.”

“There must be so many guys in New York,” Nancy said. “Found any nice suitors yet?”

No, the one I like is in Hawkins. 

You glanced over at Steve, but shook your head. “There’s been some here and there but…all that’s boring. Let’s go in the lake before it gets dark!”

With that you, you cleared your throat and stood up. Tossing aside your t-shirt, you kicked off your shoes and ran into the water before anyone could ask any further questions.

The lake was cold, despite the warm air, and you quickly regretted throwing yourself in so quickly. Even though the ice cold water wasn’t any less painful than the conversation you were having back on the shore, you sort of preferred the suffering when it was just a metaphorical sense. Still, you forced yourself to swim further out in an attempt to get away and to warm-up. Two birds, one stone and all that. The lake wasn’t massive but still, you only got half way out before your arms began to ache.

Grabbing onto a buoy, you pulled yourself up to catchy our breath. You’d never been the strongest swimmer but you could have been an Olympian when it came to running away from conversations you didn’t want to have. Only for a little while, though, because Steve - who was an annoyingly quick swimmer - was already on his way over. The other three, it seemed, were stood on a bridge arguing over who was going to go in first. Nancy pushing Eddie in was the last thing you made out before your best friend arrived on the scene. 

“They get too much for you already?”

You smiled a little bit, shaking your head. “No, they just ask a lot of questions.”

“And you ran away because…?”

“I-” you began, but then stopped. “No reason, Steven. I just wanted to get in the water before it got too cold.”

“Y’know I hate when you call me Steven,” he muttered. “That’s not even my legal name-”

“- yeah, but it’s funny when you get mad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you grinned. 

“Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?” Steve asked. 

“What makes you say that?”

“Your constant changing on the subject, the fact you near enough drowned yourself when Nancy raised the question of boys-”

“- I just wanna enjoy tonight,” you cut him off. “I appreciate you looking out for me but right now, let’s just have fun. Please?”

Steve nodded and gave you a little smile. “Of course - just as long as you promise to tell me what it is later?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“And you know I’ve always got you,” he kept one hand on the buoy, raising the other to give you a light punch on the shoulder. “Provided that this new thing of running into freezing cold water every time you’re inconvenienced doesn’t become a habit, m’kay?”

“Lakes are a very good way of avoiding certain subjects,” you teased. “And you still came in after me.”

“I said it in sixth grade when I saved you from the pool and I’ll say it again,” he said. “I will always come after you.”

That was a promise he had kept: Steve had never not come after you. After every bad date and bad day and bad anything, he’d always been there. He’d come after you on New Years Eve simply just because he missed you and tonight, he’d come after you the second you’d run away. He’d saved you in every way since you slipped and fell in the pool all those years ago. 

You took one hand off the buoy, gently placing it on Steve’s face. His eyes followed your movements, brown irises never leaving your form as you thumb softly stroked his cheek. Any other time, he would have slapped it away and called you cheesy, but right then, he didn’t move. In fact, he was stone cold still as you leant in towards him - not from the cold, and not from shock either. Wasn’t it sort of established that kissing was just a thing you did now?

Steve met you half way, face slowly inching towards yours. 

And then, as if by magic, you both suddenly pulled backwards just before your lips touched. 

“I have a girlfriend!”

“I’m dropping out of college!”

The revelations came at the same time and were met with equal looks of shock on both your faces. You reeled backwards, not bothering to avoid splashing Steve as you did. Eyes wide with surprise and what he thought might have been fury, you pulled yourself to the other side of the buoy to take a moment. Just a moment, even a singular second, to process what the fuck he had just said. 

Steve was in a similar situation; he’d never even considered the idea that you might ever move home so soon. After all the bullshit conversation about things changing and this is what I want, Steve, even the possibility had seemed so far fetched. He would have been overwhelmed with joy at your revelation had you not looked like you were about to stab him. 

“What the fuck?!” you demanded. “When you were going to tell me that?!”

“When were you going to tell me about you dropping out?!”

“I think we should talk about your thing first!” you said. “So I’ll ask again - when you were gonna tell me?” 

“I don’t know!” Steve exclaimed. “Tonight, probably? Maybe tomorrow? Honestly, it was just something I was going to slip into conversation-”

“- we talk every fucking day, Steve! Every day say hey, what’s new? and you NEVER thought to answer the question with I HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?!”

“I thought you’d be happy for me!”

“You’re so stupid,” you muttered. “I’m not angry at you for having a girlfriend, I’m angry at you because you didn’t tell me, and also maybe a little angry that we almost just kissed and you didn’t stop me earlier!”

“I forgot?”

“How do you forget?”

Steve sighed. “Imagine the thing you want most in the world. And then imagine finding a thing that makes you almost as happy as the last thing. And then imagine that the first thing, the thing you want most in the world, is trying to kiss you and you temporarily forget about the other thing-”

“- I’m the thing you want most in the world?” you asked softly.

“In any form, yes,” he admitted. “I met this girl a few weeks ago at the arcade. She’s funny and sweet and…I really want to give it a chance, okay? I owe it to myself because I think, to some extent, I might still be recovering a little from your rejection. You are not easy to get over.”

You smiled, giving him a little nod. “So I’m too late to ask you to take a chance on us when I move back?”

“‘Fraid so,” he murmured. “I love being your best friend and I’m so glad that you’re mine, but like I said, getting over you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You’re on my mind 24/7 and after we hooked up, it only got worse and…honestly? I think I might just need to let myself be with someone else for a while. She’s good for me. The change is good.”

“Yeah,” you tried to swallow your pain, forcing a grimace. “Change can be good.”

“Can we talk about your thing now?” he asked. “Are you really dropping out?”

“Mm,” you nodded. “I haven’t been happy for a while. I tried to wait it out but I think I need to come home for a while.”

“And I’ll be here every step of the way, I promise,” Steve said. “C’mon, let’s head back to shore before it gets dark.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right behind you.”

Steve gave you one last smile before letting go of the buoy and swimming away. As soon as he was a few meters out, you released your grip too and let yourself slip underwater. Only for a second, just long enough to open your mouth and let out the world’s biggest yell  of frustration. On and on and on, until your lungs hurt from the presence of screaming and absence of breathing. Then, you re-submerged to the surface and took a deep breath. 

If only you’d been a few weeks earlier.

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[navstuffs]

Spaghetti alla Carbonara

Pairing: Ezio x GN!Reader

Summary: Ezio cooks for you after a bad day of work.

Warnings: modern!au, self-indulgent fanfic, ezio cooks for you, comfort ezio, smut

Author's Note: heey! i have not been feeling well those last couple of days so i decided to write this to help. i still have two requests (almost done with one!) and i want to thank you for your patience and apologize for the delay! i hope you enjoy!

You didn't immediately enter your house when you got home. No, you chose to sit in the driver's seat of your car, feeling defeated. Like a big piece of shit. Work had been horrible. Your boss screamed at you in front of everyone. Co-workers were non-supportive and, let's not even start with clients.

You didn't call your husband Ezio to not worry him at work and lied to his usual lunch text message that everything was okay. You were eager to get home but couldn't walk in when you finally arrived. You breathe deeply. One. Two. Three times. Letting the oxygen fill your brain. 

You can't let Ezio see you like this.

Putting up a fake small smile, you walk into the house, being immediately attacked by Meatball, an English bulldog your parents had given to you. Meatball starts to jump, excited that you are home, and you kneel to rub his head.

The next thing you notice coming from the kitchen is the smell. Ezio is cooking. Dropping all your stuff on the sofa, you allow your nose to guide your body toward the scent; Meatball entangled between your legs.

Ezio is in the kitchen.

Ezio is cooking.

Your husband has his back turned to the stove, a cloth hanging on his shoulder. You watch him, a big pot of boiling water in front of Ezio. When Ezio hears you approach, he turns around, giving a big smile that illuminates his grey eyes—the smile he only gives you.

"Finalmente, you are home!"

You smile back, this time truthfully, hugging him. You try to keep your composure, despite wanting to break down in your husband's arms. You are glad Ezio can't see your face.

"How was work?"

"It was okay," You lie, not wanting to let go of him. When you eventually do, he holds your face gently, analyzing every trace of it.

"Are you sure?" Damn, Ezio knew you too much. You bite your lips, giving a deep breath, looking away.

"It is work, you know? Not supposed to be easy, I guess."

Ezio seems to want to ask more, but he doesn't pressure. He squeezes your shoulder, returning his attention to the boiling pot. You watch as he works, fascinated.

"What are you cooking?"

"What do you think?"

There are eggs mixed with cheese in a bowl. In a pan on the stove, there is pancetta frying in butter. There is an open package of spaghetti on the kitchen counter. Ezio is doing Spaghetti alla Carbonara, one of your favorite dishes since it was the first one he cooked for you. You could watch Ezio cook for hours; there is a certain sexiness in how he handles the food or prepares pasta from scratch. 

"Pasta will be ready in a couple of minutes. Do you want to go upstairs and change into something more comfortable?"

You nod, giving him a peck on his lips. Ezio instantly grabs your hips, deepening the kiss. Before things start to get heated, Ezio breaks from it, laughing.

"Go before I burn the food."

You giggle, the first one of the day, rushing upstairs, Meatball following you. Ezio made you slowly forget your terrible day as if just that easy. Your body was now warm and full of love.

After you change into something more comfortable, you come downstairs to find your dinner table set. Two plates and forks. There are two small electric candles off. You didn't even dress fancy. Ezio seems almost done, adding the egg mix to the pasta and tossing it. Meatball looks excited at his empty bowl of food.

"Do you need any help?"

"Just give Meatball his food, per favore."

You are happy to comply, and Meatball, even more, the velocity his small tail is shaking. Meatball waits for you to serve him and starts ravishing after you serve. Ezio comes out with a pan of Carbonara, and it smells delicious.

"Just in time."

You both sit, and he serves you and himself. Your husband opens your favorite beverage, turning the electric candles next. It is all so romantic you think you will melt. At least you are wearing your nice underwear.

"What is the occasion? Please, don't say anniversary?!"

Ezio laughs, shaking his head. Like you would have forgotten any date.

"No. I wanted to do something special. Work has stressed you out, and I missed cooking for you."

You hope Ezio doesn't notice your smile oscillate when you hear the word "work," but he does. He doesn't say anything, pointing at your plate.

"Come on, mangia!"

The food looks delicious. It is no secret Ezio cooks better than you, and he wouldn't hear you complaining. Ezio loved it when you cooked food related to your country/culture. You moan when you give your first bite, the final straw to make you forget all bad things.

"This is so fucking good."

"I know it is one of the reasons you fell in love with me."

"You forgot the part about your good looks as well."

You continue eating, Ezio sharing about his day. When it is your turn to talk, your plate is empty. You take a sip before confessing to your husband the truth.

"Well, I know you noticed I had a big shitty day. I didn't want to tell you, especially since I saw you cooking such a special meal. To be honest, I completely forgot about it while I ate."

Ezio is listening, his expression serious. You know he hates when you do that: hide something so negative about your day from him. Ezio has the best intentions: he wants to help you and see you happy. Your husband also doesn't pressure you, he wants you to be able to tell you on your time. He calls your name, but you don't let him finish, holding his hand across the table.

"Look, I know you want to help, Ezio. I know. And look what you did? You prepared me dinner. You have candles. Today is for us."

Ezio ponders. You know he wants to discuss it but won't push it. He nods, squeezing your hand back.

"Oh, almost forgot! Aspetta!"

Ezio jumps out of the chair, Meatball finished with his dinner, following close behind, hoping for seconds. Intrigued, you stare as Ezio returns with a glass container, spoons, and dessert bowls.

"What is this?"

"Apra!"

You open to find Tiramisu, one of your favorite sweets. You want to ask how since Ezio wasn't fond of cooking sweets.

"Claudia. Believe it or not, she is doing some good ones now. You should taste her Cannolis now! When I told her I was making dinner, she called me to pick it up."

"Remind me to thank her," You scoop for you and Ezio, placing it on the bowls.

"You just have to cook that plate Claudia loves at the next family meeting."

"Deal."

You make a mental note to thank Claudia on your next call. You enjoy every scoop, taking your time with your Tiramisu. You lick the bowl and spoon clean. You notice Ezio staring at you.

"What? I have something on my face?" You get a cloth to wipe your face. Then you check your shirt for any possible stains. Nothing.

"Tu sei l'amore della mia vita. Tu sai, vero?"

Well, damn charming man. Ezio gets up from his chair, walking in your direction. Each step he gives closer makes your body feel warmer and excited; your husband never breaks eye contact as he circles the table, stopping before you. You get up from your chair, Ezio holding your face in the same tender way as earlier. 

You two stare at each for a moment before finally kissing. What starts calm and passionate turns into a faster kiss. Ezio presses you against the table, placing himself between your legs. His mouth goes down your neck, biting and licking, and you murmur when your top shirt comes off.

"Time for bedroom, Ezio. Not on the kitchen table, again."

He grunts, not letting you go as you two start moving to the bedroom. Ezio's shirt gets lost in the bedroom's entrance, and you take a moment to gaze at your husband's body. How can a man be so fucking sexy? Ezio notices you staring and give a pleased smile.

"Mi piace quando mi guardi così," He whispers in your ear, making your legs tremble.

It is finally good to feel skin-to-skin. Almost at the bed, you jump away from his arms as if Ezio just shocked you.

"THE TIRAMISU!"

Before Ezio can stop you, you run downstairs, feeling cold without your husband's warm hands around you. Not caring about the rest of the dirty dishes, you grab the tiramisu container, close it, and put it back on the fridge.

Meatball is on his dog's bed and looks bored. You try not to laugh as he looks at you as if saying, "You two forgot about me!" You run back to the kitchen, find his favorite treat, and give it to him.

"Don't tell Ezio," You whisper, Meatball barking low as he eats. You glimpse his favorite toy on the sofa.

"Everything okay down there?" Ezio calls.

"Almost there!"

You give Meatball his toy, and he forgets about you. You pet his head before heading upstairs, closing the door behind you.

"Meatball was feeling lonely. Probably one of us will have to take him to the bathroom–"

Your voice dies when you glimpse Ezio. He is naked on top of the bed. You gulp as your eyes go down from his face, chest, and stomach. You stop a long time on his cock, licking your lips, before going down to his muscular legs. You want him so much.

Ezio is just laying there, enjoying as you stare at him. You are like a mortal who dared to enter a god-sacred place, and now you must deal with the consequences of your action. Ezio tells you to strip, watching as every piece of your clothing comes off, his desire only growing. When the last bit of clothing drops to your feet, Ezio stares at you with hunger. His desire for you is so intense. Ezio calls you with his index finger, and you go, hypnotized.

Ezio places you on top of him. You groan when his hard-on presses against your bare ass, the chill you feel not related to any cold. Ezio puts his hand down your back, forcing you to face him.

"Not thinking about any bad thoughts tonight, tesoro. None. It is just you and me now."

Your stomach turns excited, and you agree. You could only hope you survived that night.

Finalmente = Finally

Mangia = Eat

Tu sei l'amore della mia vita. Tu sai, vero = You are the love of my life. You know that, right?

Mi piace quando mi guardi così = I love when you look at me like that

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST