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talaok · 1 year ago

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The Mask

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You ask your husband Joel to buy a Ghostface mask to wear during your "alone time", and he’s more than happy to comply

Warnings: smut| mask kink, sir kink, degradation, threats of anal (but no actual anal), unprotected p in v sex, choking, Joel has a bit too much fun fulfilling your fantasy... but then also aftercare and soft husband!Joel cause ill always go back to my fluffy roots (also i don't specify it but obv they've talked about all their boundaries and everything, so they know each other's limits)

It had been such a stressful day that the last thing you had in mind was what had happened yesterday.

With Sarah wanting to change costume last minute because apparently she now hated the idea of being a princess and wanted to be a witch, with Molly's helicopter of a mom constantly calling you to make sure your daughter wouldn't get to the sleepover with lice or carrying a snack that god forbid had gluten in it... it had been such a hectic day that, once Joel finally managed to ride Sarah to her Halloween sleepover, all you wanted to do was lie in bed and hide under the covers... which is what you did...for twenty minutes, before you surrendered to the inevitable task of cleaning up the mess you'd made on the vanity from doing Sarah's makeup.

And it was then, as you were huffing and sighing loudly into what you thought was an empty house, that a figure appeared behind you, making your body run cold with fear, and your heart start to beat out of your chest.

You remained immobilized, frozen in your spot, watching from the mirror as the figure approached, backing away from where he was leaning on the door to walk towards you slowly...

And then you got it, your brain recovered from the scare and you pieced it together.

Such a quick conversation, such a quick decision you'd made as you shopped for Sarah's costume, that in all the chaos, it had managed to slip your mind.

"Ghostface?" he'd frowned once you handed him the mask "I don't think Sarah's even old enough to watch that movie"

And at that you had smiled, looking up at him with that devilish smile you got whenever you got a special idea.

"it's not for her"

his brows knitted in puzzlement again

God, for being such a smart man he sure was dense sometimes

"You wanna dress up too sweetheart?" he asked, making you inevitably snort.

"No" you'd laughed "it's for you"

"for me? what would I need to put this on f-"

And that was when he got it, watching you bite your bottom lip, as that particular spark lighted your eyes, then, he finally put it together.

"ohhh" he he breathed, a smirk making its way to his lips as soon as he realized "Oh yeah, we're definitely buying this"

And that's how you ended up here, watching your masked husband grab your waist to host you up so you were flashed against him, against his tight black t-shirt and black jeans.

You couldn't feel his breath, but you could hear him breathe heavily beside your neck, right against your ear, looking at you from the mirror and studying you as if you were a pray.

Now this wasn't the first time you'd asked him to do something... kinkier, you had made him buy a blindfold, you had your fair amount of toys locked in your bedside drawer, and you were sure some rope and one of those little leather whips you'd purchased once were still somewhere in your wardrobe, but this, the dressing up, the putting on a mask... this, you'd never done, this was all new...

And god were you excited.

"so..." he spoke, his voice huskier than usual, a giveaway of just how much he was enjoying this too already "You've got a boyfriend?"

Now if he got to play the part, so wanted you.

What fun would this be otherwise?

"I've got a husband" you murmured, your voice faint, seemingly scared.

"mh..." he hummed, his head tilting downwards as if he was looking at you up and down "Lucky husband"

You wanted to say something, anything, but before you could even breathe he had turned you around, his strong, veiny hands gripping your waist.

"P-please" you shut your eyes "Please don't hurt me Mr. Ghostface"

A faint chuckle came from beside the mask

"It's sir" he corrected

Oh he knew you so fucking well

"I-I'm sorry... sir" you whimpered, trying to get used to not getting to look into his hazel eyes, but instead into two big black holes.

"A-are you gonna hurt me, sir?"

His thick fingers caressed your sides, as he took his time answering you

"no" he finally said "Not if you behave" he explained, his grip tightening, a simple gesture, a simple threat "Are you gonna behave y/n?"

"y-yes" you nodded, actually believing it now, actually losing yourself in the fantasy.

He didn't need to say anything, all he did was tilt his head, and you had realized your mistake.

"yes, sir"

"good girl"

Just two words, and your panties were drenched.

He didn't speak, all he did was break away from you to walk backward until he could sit on the edge of the bed, watching you expectantly.

"go on"

that's all he said, and fuck but that's all you needed.

Your eyes remained on him as you took off every piece of your clothing. You started softly tugging your shirt off, listening to his breathing falter, then you got rid of your pants, then it was time to undo your bra, and then finally, finally you were shuffling your panties down your legs just to step out of them.

A whispered groan fled his lips at the sight, and he couldn't help but stand up to meet you.

His right palm landed on your asscheeks before you even realized what was happening, and a soft whimper escaped your throat in response

"real lucky husband" he growled

An hour ago, you were trying his daughter's Halloween costume on her in this exact room, and now there you were, naked, in front of your masked husband.

"please sir" you pleaded

"What?" he hushed "What do you want?"

He was slowly rounding you, bringing a hand around your torso with him, sending shivers everywhere they could be

"I-I"

"I want to hear you say it" he purred, right against your ear now "I want to hear you beg for my cock, beg for me to fuck you, I know you want it"

"I- Sir, I-"

"I want you to admit just how much of a slut you are" he murmured, now in front of you "I want you to admit just how much you want it"

“Please Sir-i need you”

“Mhh” he hummed, “what do you need?”

His left hand started a slow path down your belly, igniting shivers with his touch, until he was right there, and all he did was cup your pussy and he broke you completely

“You, I-inside of me” you whimpered

"is that right?" he taunted, tilting his head

"yes" you nodded "yes, please sir-"

But once again, he had turned you around like a doll, powerless to his strength, and stole your words from your tongue.

The table rutted from the impact once he pushed your back down on it, your head almost hitting the hardwood.

"Is this what you want?"

His rough jeans and hard bulge were flashed against your bare ass, making you squirm.

"answer me" he demanded, gripping your hair to yank your head back so you could look at him from the mirror "I asked you a question"

"yes" you murmured "Yes please"

A snicker made its way to your ears as you heard the familiar sound of his zipper undoing.

"aren't you the little whore..." he growled, his insult only rendering you all the more desperate as he slapped his cock on your asscheeks "You'd let me put it anywhere I want?" he mocked, his tip infiltrating between your crack and probing at your other entrance "even in this pretty little hole?"

You gasped.

"I bet you would" he teased "I bet you'd let me do anything I want with you" his head tilted to the left, watching you biting your lip as you tried to keep a straight face, and failing miserably "you're just a poor slut that's desperate to be filled, you don't care in which hole, do you?" he asked now, "answer me"

"y-yes" you stuttered "I-I'm a slut, I'll take anything you'll give me sir, just please-"

"please what?"

"please put it in"

you couldn't see the smirk on his lips, but you sure as hell could hear it.

"Since you asked so nicely..."

And it was then, it was then that he trusted his whole length and girth inside of you with one single push, making you cry out into the thick air and forcing the whole table to shake just for him to not even wait a second, he didn't give you a moment to breathe, a moment to recover, no, he did the opposite... he started splitting you in fucking half.

All the remaining makeup on the vanity was tumbling down onto the floor one by one, but he didn't show signs of slowing down, or god forbid stopping.

The sound of his skin slapping with yours bounced off the walls with each merciless thrust, and you... you were fucking gone.

"look at that" his grip on your hair tightened as he forced your head back even more "I want you to see how much you like this" he groaned, his digits on your waist definitely leaving marks "How much of a slut you are" he spoke "how much you enjoy getting fucked by a stranger"

You wanted to say something, anything really, but as you watched your reflection, your eyes spilling tears, your cheeks wet and your mascara smudged all over... all your mouth could produce were moans, or whimpers, or curses not even belonging to the English language each time his dick hit that spot inside of you that made you want to scream.

"Look at that" Your scalp hurt as he fisted your hair more "Look at how fucking pathetic you look" he spit as you gasped for air and as you felt your belly tighten in that way it did before your release.

"you're gonna cum already?" he realized, his tone mocking "The slut likes it so much she's not even gonna last a minute?"

"Mh-mh" you hummed, "y-yes, I-it's too..." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you gripped the edge of the table until your knuckles went white as the orgasm unexpectantly overtook your whole body, only letting you moan out a "good" before you were back to a non-verbal state and cried in pleasure.

He let you ride out your high, but as soon as you came down he had manhandled you and threw you on the bed back down, not even giving you a moment to realize what was happening before he had slipped his cock inside you again.

His hand took hold of your arms and pinned them above your head as you arched your back at the feeling of this new angle. It wasn't as deep but the way his pelvis rutted against your clit with each movement of his hips, made it all just as breathtaking, and speaking of which...

His other hand sneaked up your chest, diverting a moment to grab at your boobs before he was wrapping his fingers around your throat, first gently and then applying more and more pressure, until you were completely in a sensory overload and all you could feel was pleasure in its purest form.

"fuck-look at that, you're so desperate for this cock that your pussy's sucking me back in"

He taunted, his thrusts remaining as unforgiving as ever.

you had lost all touch with reality, this wasn't your husband, this wasn't you, this wasn't your bedroom this was- you didn't even know what it was, you just knew your brain had stopped working long ago, and you were on the verge of another mindblowing orgasm

"what would your husband think seeing you like this?" he purred as he forced your head to the mirror again, and this time, the image you were met with was only more of a mess, your cheeks red, your mascara nonexistent, and your mouth parted, desperately looking for air that it wasn't gonna find any time soon...

"drunk on another man's cock" he continued, his grip on your neck tightening to the point you were seeing black dots staining your vision "Not even able to speak anymore" he groaned "Look at yourself... such a fucking whore"

And then inevitably, as fucked up as that may be, those words sent you over the edge, your legs shaking and your walls tightening around him as you moaned louder than you'd ever had.

And at the feeling you were granting him, he couldn't help but follow suit, filling you up with a loud groan, until his juices and yours mixed as they ran down your thighs.

It took more than a moment for either of you to get back to reality, but as always, Joel managed to beat you to it, pulling out of you and taking his mask off, revealing his flushed and fucked out state as he whispered a low "fuck"

"sweetheart?" he called, stroking your cheek once you wouldn't open your eyes "Are you ok?" he asked "Did I go too far?"

"n-no" you murmured almost inaudibly as you shook your head "You were... perfect, I'm just" a yawn interrupted your words

Tired.

he didn't need you to finish the sentence, all he did was pick you up and place you softly on your side of the bed, positioning your head gently on the pillow

"stay here, I'll clean you up"

As if there was any chance you'd get out of bed after that

And he did, he cleaned you between your thighs with a wet cloth, gave you a tall glass of water to drink, and then set you under the covers just to join you a moment later, watching you crawl closer to him until each part of your body was touching one of his.

"Better?" he asked, petting your hair as you looked up at him with your head on his chest

"yes" you smiled "Thank you"

he stroked your back as he leaned down to kiss you "I love you" he promised

"I love you" you vowed back

He smiled too now as he leaned back on the headboard

"you wanna watch something?"

"sure"

"mhh" he hummed, pointing the remote at the tv "Got anything in mind?"

And there it was again, that dangerous dangerous grin

"How about Scream?"

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russellsppttemplates · 11 months ago

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So... pure and so you (Charles Leclerc)

Going back home means Charles sees how you've been healing, and your parents haven't missed it either

Note: english is not my first language. I know it's past Christmas, but this still counts, right?

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Is your mother making those biscuits I really like? Those fluffy ones, they're like little cakes actually", Charles asked, his hand over the console and resting on your thigh as he turned left for the final cut to your house.

"She said she was planning on making them these afternoon, I can't wait!", you squealed, clapping your hands together at the prospect, seeing your parents left the gate open so you could drive in.

Parking the car, Charles ensured it was safe before coming out of it as well, being greeted by your family dog while you hugged your parents, "hello buddy, how are you? You're very excited to see us, hm? Yes you are!", Charles cooed, rubbing his belly as he wagged his tail at the attention he was receiving.

You hugged your parents before looking for your boyfriend, "Arlo loves Charles more than he loves me", you chuckled, seeing the labrador run back to you as Charles followed him.

"Hi, how are you?", Charles offered as he kissed your mother's cheeks, opting to shake your father's hand as you walked inside, "did you have a good drive back here?", he questioned him, "yes, not too bad actually. It wasn't too busy", your boyfriend replied, seeing you store your coats and get comfortable in your parents' house.

After lunch, your mother asked for help with baking while your father and Charles helped with preparing the table to you could then roll the dough properly.

It was a sight to behold. You were helping your mother with Christmas cookies and the cakes your boyfriend mentioned, your clothes littered with flour stains as you touched your mother's cheek with some of the mixture, containing your laugh as she didn't seem to notice the powder on her skin.

You were happy, giggly and you had a glow that Charles was sure put all of the products you had back home to shame.

"It's good to see her like this", Charles commented when he felt your father's eyes on him, "work has been a lot lately, and she'll only listen to so much of what I say and take the advice even less than I'd like", he chuckled.

Your father shook his head, "She's always been like that. It was worrisome for a little bit, and we always make sure she's not pushing herself too much. And we know we have you in our team, too", the older man touched a Charles' shoulder, rubbing it slightly before he offered him a drink.

After wishing your parents a good night, you and Charles headed to your room upstairs, needing to catch up on some sleep after the busy day. Your old bedroom had slightly changed since you moved out to live with your boyfriend. Your parents swapped your single bed for a double one, for whenever you and Charles visited, and updated the colour of the walls, wanting to keep it on the neutral side in case they needed it for other guests, "are you showering now or after me?", Charles asked, grabbing a towell from himself, "I'll go after you, I need to hang my clothes first", you smiled, kissing his lips as he went to the bathroom.

Looking through your wardrobe, you noticed your mother still kept the family albums in there, remembering something about the downstairs drawers being humid and her worry about loosing the memories. You flickered through the pages, recalling some memories from when you were younger, some of them you probably constructed by other people telling you the moments.

Charles walked in a little while later, ruffling his hair with a towell only in a t-shirt and underwear, "you can go now, amour", he said as he noticed you closing the album, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you walked to take a shower.

You were already in bed when you noticed Charles looking at the books, "you want to look at what's inside them, don't you?", you chuckled as his eyes lit up, "I'm not too tired to look at them, and I bet there are some good memories in there", he confessed.

Opening the book while your boyfriend pulled you to rest against his chest, "this is so pretty", you appreciated all the details on the pages, either doodles or descriptions from the moment when the picture was taken.

"Look at these cheeks!", Charles groaned as he pointed at a picture of you. From the date on the page, you were around four, two pigtails on your curly hair and a toothy smile, "if our kids have your cheeks, which I hope they do, I won't be able to stop kissing them, I know I just won't", he breathed out.

"Do you think about that a lot?", you wondered, looking at his face as you adjusted your position slightly, genuinely curious about the subject. It had been something you had talked about before and it seemed to come to again.

"Yes, I do. I still think we should wait a little bit longer, get married first, enjoy married life just you and me and then we can think about little ones, but everytime I see a child or someone asks, it's you I see. With a baby bump, then a little baby in your arms, and we play with them and love in them like they deserve", he cooed, rubbing the tip of his nose on your cheek, kissing it softly.

"Me too", you smiled, "I mean, its always you I see whenever I think about the future. And it looks so good. Sometimes it looks scary, because I don't know how it will play out, but I'll have you with me, so all will be well", you admitted, kissing his lips properly.

You had been friends before you dated, and it has been a whole process to get you to be this open to him when you started dating, never wanting to put too much on his plate as he had his own things to deal with, not wanting to burden him and not wanting to lose him from your life.

"We're a team, amour, there's no need to fear", he said, closing the book and setting it down on the floor, cuddling you to him.

The next morning was slow. Charles' lips littered kisses on your neck and cheeks, seeing the smile as you slowly woke up, "it's Christmas, ma belle", you heard his whisper, his eyes looking for yours, "Merry Christmas, handsome, I love you", you muttered, pulling your hands out from under the covers and cupping your boyfriend's' cheeks, rubbing the stubbly skin before kissing him.

"I love how smiley you are", Charles complimented, big coats and scarf on as you walked on the trail after having breakfast, occasionally pestering your mother with a fallen tree branch or twigs as she thought some animal was crawling up her skin.

"Am I not smiley regularly?", you wondered, knowing what he meant. Coming home meant, after a lot of work on yourself over the years, you would enjoy yourself without any outside pressures. You were amongst family and in the safe place you grew up. No prying eyes, no one commenting or second guessing what you said, wore or looked like.

"You are, but you're carefree, I think. You're not so stressed, your inner child is showing so much more, and it's so... pure. So you", he smiled, kissing the side of your head as he pulled you to walk closer to him.

They had both become adults way faster than the rest of the people their age. Charles' career forced him to grow up earlier and grow thicker skin very early on, and because you were there with him, too, you were also taken with the wave. You started working as soon as you finished your degree, and while you wouldn't complain about it, it did come with a lot of work and investment of yourself that you lost some of your younger years.

"Whenever we are not doing well, when it gets too much, we will do this. Visit your parents, do all the childish things we want to do, no matter how silly they may be", Charles stated as he rubbed your palm with his thumb, "I never want you to give up this side of you, and I'm willing to do anything to see you smile like that again and again".

Smiling at his words at chuckling slightly at the fact that there was no way this man was ever getting away from you, you held out your pinky, "I promise", you smiled as you two laced fingers, sealing it with a kiss.

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jongbross · 10 months ago

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Hi, it’s boyfriends things with Exo😅🤍

Thanks

kim minseok:

cutest boyfriend out there

will take such good care of you 🥹

is literally a keeper

your family loves him, he just charms everyone around him

might be a bit difficult as sometimes he can't see why you're still with him

doesn't realize that you're the luckiest person for having HIM

kisses your nose a lot

holds your hand while walking on the street

listen to you vent and gives you the best advices

won't let you sleep in though, so good luck with that

kim junmyeon:

the personification of a gentleman

pulls chairs for you, open doors, makes sure you're with your seatbelt on, doesn't let you walk on the side of the sidewalk that's closer to the street, etc

has the warmest hugs

can literally hug you for hours if you let him

secretly plans to pop out the question in the near future

buys you anything you want. anything.

respects your opinions SO MUCH, it's ridiculous

has the boyfie vibe somehow, so people don't hit on him anymore

chanyeol can see how much he changed because of you, how he's much more bubbly now

"you made him worse!!" (joking)

zhang yixing:

nicest boyfriend out there

dude is just soooo chill, your friends adore him

shows you random stuff on your phone just so you can laugh about it together

hands you his jacket whenever you're cold, but scolds you for not taking one with you

calls you a lot whenever he's away

you'll have to take care of his cats, i'm sorry

does this thing where he kisses both your temples before kissing your lips when he has to say goodbye to you before traveling

passes out beside you on bed while you're talking about a nice recipe you saw on tiktok

doesn't bring up marriage if you don't

really, really hopes you do

byun baekhyun:

i hate him, but congrats to you, i guess

ugh he's just so sweet

takes you out EVERYWHERE, like picks you up at your place

always has a smile on his face when he's around you

asks you about your day and listens to carefully

holds your hand while driving

charms your mom with helping her on the kitchen, it's like a scene straight out of a movie

sings 24/7, so your house is never silent anymore (your neighbors hate you though)

has a whole way of talking that's for you and for you only

you can't trick me baekhyun, i know you must have at least one (1) flaw

kim jongdae:

sunshine boyfriend

let's you sleep in whenever you feel like it

clears some space on his wardrobe/drawers for your clothes and things

"jagi, can we cuddle?"

has so much fun playing with you, you're literally he's best friend

always places bets with you

lots of kisses on your cheek

randomly smiles to you because he knows it makes you happy to see him smile

likes to take you away for the weekend, just you and him

loyal af

park chanyeol:

the "it's okay, i got it" boyfriend

personal uber driver, takes you everywhere if you let him

really, reaaally stubborn

can't sit still, is always looking for something to do with you

"did you see they opened a new bowling place downtown?"

purposely leaves his things at your place

his house is way bigger than yours but he doesn't care

plays guitar while you cook dinner

kisses you everytime you feed him

loves when you sleep on top of him

do kyungsoo:

he's comfort embodied in a person

likes to have breakfast with you, it's like his favorite part of the day

bonds with your pet if you have one (and they love him)

saves new videos on youtube to watch it with you

is in charge of cooking, always

asks you to help him shave just because

gets excited whenever something good happens to you

is your number 01 supporter

loves when you cuddle closer to him in your sleep

shy forehead kisses whenever he can't find the words to express his feelings

kim jongin:

cutest, most caring boyfriend

respects you more than anything in this world

listens to you so carefully whenever you have something to say

is willing to fix some of his bad habits for you

needs constant reassurance that you love him, just because he loves you so much and can't stand the thought of you falling out of love

laughs so hard at your jokes, and they're not even that funny

pays for every meal but lets you pay for his coffee so you won't feel bad

helps you choose your outfits

loves when you play with his hair

wanna have a baby with you so bad

oh sehun:

gets offended whenever someone treats you badly

"why didn't you tell me?? i would've give them a piece of my mind"

smirks whenever he sees you wearing his clothes, he just loves it

calls you whenever he can't go see you

encourages you to go see your friends, especially when he can't be around

but let's be honest, he's attached to you by the hip

rolls his eyes whenever you baby him, but secretly loves it

stares at you dearly when you're talking to his hyungs or his family

lets you play with his fingers when you're bored or too shy to talk to people

dude is so in love it's actually sickening

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whatyadrawin · 6 months ago

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 14

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 4,989 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language and depiction of sexual acts, foul language, brief PTSD scene, mention of reproductive choices. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: See the end of chapter for a special authors note since I dont want to spoil anything here. I feel pretty good about this chapter, the art has some sloppy work because I was passing out while working on them so please be nice, I hope theres no typos or weirdness in the edited writing either because I was also passing out for that. The censored image can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

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Chapter 14

The day started with you getting a phone call from the contractor, he informed you that your house was fully repaired and ready to move back into; You immediately got changed and walked over, highly excited to see the finished work. You arrived quickly, opening the heavy wooden door where the smell of fresh paint and new wood filled your lungs. The sun’s rays lit up the rooms giving the home a cheery appearance, as if it was happy to see you.

You slowly made your way through the entrance to head straight for your room, when you passed through the doorway you felt a knot form in your stomach, the memory of the fire was making you feel fear as if you were experiencing it all over again. You let the anxiety hit you to really feel the emotions fully, you figured if you could handle the ghost of the past then you could strive to overcome it.

Within a few short moments, the feeling passed but the cortisol surge remained. You left the bedroom and sat on the couch in the living room exhaling deeply as you reclined. You looked out at the large storage container that you had yet to completely empty, it was costing you to keep it on the property and felt like a constant reminder of how new you still were to this country.

The entire day was spent emptying out the storage crate to fill up your home. Extra clothes and furniture found their place in every corner of the house, by nightfall you managed to get your bedroom and bathroom to look mostly normal again. The fire destroyed your bed and stained the wardrobes with soot, some floor lamps were melted and unusable as well as your window curtains.

-Looks like I need to buy a new bed and some furniture- You thought about how nice you could make your room, and what curtains to buy to cover the bedroom window with. -I think it might be good to invest in some security features too while I’m at it- Dover’s attack on you affected the way you felt when you were alone, it was now pertinent to have visibility from many angles and access to view them at any time in case someone tried to hurt you while you were unaware again.

After ruminating on your fears, you locked up and left the house, the moon was now high in the sky and you realized you hadn’t eaten all day. When you left and got to the end of your driveway, you saw headlights shining up the road heading in the direction of the Hewitts house. The driver gave a honk and when you squinted to look, you recognized the truck, it was Charlie.

He pulled up next to you and reached over to unlock the passenger door,

“Get in ‘fore you get ate by a coyote” he said through the open window.

You smile and hop into the passenger’s side of the truck; the seat is rough edged from wear and scrapes the exposed skin on your leg as you slide onto it. You shut the door and thank him for picking you up,

“Are there really coyotes around here?” You asked

He smirks, “Well now, ain’t a whole lot of wildlife really comin’ ‘round here no more.”

You wrinkle your brows, “Must be lucky then eh?”

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, “Somethin’ like that”

You roll your eyes and give a tight-lipped smirk, you knew it wasn’t luck, if anything it was a whole lot of bad luck that accumulated on this land brought onto poor hapless victims taken from the outside world just to feed the starving Hewitts. This land really was a world of its own, it felt like you were existing in another universe, the remoteness didn’t help much with that either.

“What’s ‘at look for?” he was obviously trying to sleuth out your expression.

Your eyes widen and you quickly face the open window to prevent further incriminating looks,

“Nothing” you hope he would drop it, but he continues,

“You’re bein’ real suspicious ain’t ya? Somethin’ I should know ‘bout?”

You reply with a hint of annoyance in your voice,

“Oh my Goduh, nothiiiiiiiiing” -that should throw him off-.

Charlie laughs and changes the subject,

“You gon’ move back into Tilly’s house now that it’s fixed up?”

You continue to look out the window,

“Yeah, I have been bothering you guys long enough.”

He quickly replies, “You was never no bother girly, I know Luda Mae’s gon’ be real upset seein’ you less. She sure hates an empty nest.”

You didn’t think it would be that much of an impact, you felt like a total leech living there for as long as you did,

“I’m sure she will be relieved having less cooking and housework to do…she never let me help.”

Charlie laughs, “That woman? She’s been feelin’ like a mother again what with doin’ all the women’s work. Was always her happiest when she was carin’ for the boy. Obsessed with motherhood, guess it’s normal for womenfolk to think like that.”

You roll your eyes, you had become used to the way Charlie spoke about women in the time you lived with him, but it was still obnoxious to hear such outdated ideals in modern day.

Charlie puts his arm up on the bench seat, he gives you an inquisitive look, he asks,

“You think like her at all?”

You sigh, “Isn’t that a bit personal?”

He sucks his teeth and looks at the road, he continues,

“Shoot girly, it’s just a question.”

You remain quiet for a few seconds before responding, “No… it’s never really been a goal for me.”

“Huh.”

You replied, already feeling defensive, “What?”

“Just never encountered a ‘no’ from a woman regardin’ kids is all.”

Instinctively, you began preparing to hear the usual patriarchal bullshit thrown at women who choose a different reproductive path. You prepare the counter arguments in your head, you cross your arms and say,

“Ok, lay it out then, tell me how I’m going to change my mind someday or whatever. Let’s get it over with”

Charlie lets out a confused grunt, he turns to you laughing,

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t give two shits ‘bout you not wantin’ to get knocked up. Only reason I bring it up is ‘cus I heard some foolin’ around in the basement the other day.”

Your eyes widen and you tense up with embarrassment, he laughs again,

“Now don’t get yourself all twisted up ‘bout it, s’about time that boy got some tail.”

Your muscles relax a bit, you couldn’t help but blush at your seemingly private exploration being heard. He continues,

“If you n’ the boy are gettin’ that serious, I feel I need to warn you that he’s got no bullet with the blast”

Your nerves wanted out of this conversation, but your curiosity made you dig for information,

“How would you know something like that?”

“Tommy ain’t our blood, Luda Mae found him in a dumpster behind the meat packin’ shop she worked at back in the day. Was a large thing, that boy, t’was clear the momma didn’t want nothin’ to do with him so she tossed him like trash. He was uglier ‘n hell as a baby, not much different than now.” He laughs. “But he ain’t right, somethin’ in his dang blood made him grow into such a fuckin’ beast, made him stronger than any man I ever knew.”

The road was coming up on the house now, you wanted to know more, so you turned to fully face Charlie and asked,

“Being big and strong doesn’t make someone infertile…”

Charlie smirked as he parked the truck near the wheat field and shut off the engine, he leaned his head at an angle to look at you without turning his body,

“Girly, you remember we told you ‘bout the infection fuckin’ up his face?” You nod,

He continues, “He was in the hospital a few weeks getting’ medicine. If he was a normal kid he woulda died. The doctor told us he had some, uh… dang what’d he say now?” Charlie ran his hand through his hair as he thought, “I dunno what it was, somethin’ ‘bout his blood bein’ shitted up n’ to not expect any grandkids, specially with all the drugs they dun gave him. Luda Mae was real upset; I didn’t give no fucks long as he’d help ‘round the farm, and boy did he get useful.”

He got out of the truck and started walking to the house, you sat there mulling over the information you were given. -If he is infertile… No need for protection I guess- The thought of finally being able to safelyhave raw unprotected sex made you hot with lustful fantasies, sex was hard to fully enjoy when you always had the underlying fear of pregnancy looming over you.

You entered the house and made your way to the kitchen where you saw Luda Mae in a nightgown pouring from a teapot. She turned and saw you, a smile immediately formed on her lips,

“You been away all day dear, did you eat anything?”

You shake your head and walk closer to her, she continues,

“Just as I thought. I saved you some dinner in the fridge there, you can heat it up in the oven which is already preheated for you.”

She sets down the teapot and says,

“Did you get a lot done dear?”

You open the fridge and find a large plate filled with comfort food, you respond,

“Thanks for saving me dinner, you didn’t have to.” She smiles at you, and you continue,

“I got a ton of things done, I’ll be out of your hair once my bed arrives”

Luda Mae’s smile sank, you could tell she didn’t want to hear you were leaving. She saw you looking at her expression and quickly changed it back to a smile, saying,

“Well, that’s good for you dear, but don’t go feelin’ like you have to leave right away now. Take as much time as you need.”

You feel her hand gently placed on your upper back, she gives you some comforting rubs and you tell her,

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be over a lot. It’s just that the orchard needs someone there to care for it, and it’s a big job.”

She nods, understanding the need to get back to normal,

“Alright hun, you eat whatever you like and get some tea from the pot there. I’m headin’ to bed now but if you need anything, just knock on my door.”

You thank her again and she walks up the stairs. You see Charlie come in after her, he went straight for the bread buns in the basket on the counter.

“You headin’ to bed girly?”

You shake your head, he stuffs the bun in his mouth and begins to leave,

“thya ‘omarro” His words were muffled by the food he was chewing, you wished him a good night and listened to him walk up the stairs to his room, his footsteps thudding more quietly with each step.

You put the plate in the oven and let out a big sigh as you sat in the chair, you weren’t tired despite being busy all day. The thoughts of Tommy unloading his orgasms into you were energizing, you sat there feeling the ache between your legs gain intensity. -he must have gone to sleep by now, I better get changed out of these sweaty clothes-

You made your way to the bedroom and threw off your shirt and shorts, you took off your bra and exhaled in relief letting your breasts experience natural gravity again. You picked out a purple oversized T shirt that reached your knees, you felt immediately comfortable and paused before you left the room. -Might be fun to feel a little breeze as I eat dinner, everyone went to bed anyway- you quickly slipped your underwear off and tossed it near your bed, you blushed as you made your way to the kitchen giggling to yourself about the bold idea.

You step back into the kitchen and turn off the oven, you leave the plate in there to soak up the last bits of heat so it doesn’t have any cool pockets to ruin the meal. You turn and open the side door that leads to the porch, your bare feet touching the smooth wood floor. The moon was bright and lit up the land, you looked out at your home up on the hill, it was a barely visible white blob sitting lonely on the hilltop watching over the orchard.

You wondered what this town was like when it was busy, there weren’t many buildings around that you saw when you reached the gas station, but you also never drove up the road past the Hewitt house; as far as you knew, there was just tall grass and an evil man’s hiding hole.

The night air was refreshingly cool, it brushed under your shirt and tickled your naked body which felt invigorating. Back home it was rare if the nights were warm enough to stand outside half dressed, but you also didn’t have a large private porch to lounge in either.

Suddenly, a glow of warm yellow string lights lit up from the roof of the porch illuminating a large man standing in the doorway. It was Tommy, he bent down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe and closed the door behind him. You were shocked to see him, and were now very aware of the fact that you were completely nude under this shirt, you almost missed the fact that he was shirtless.

You pull down your shirt to ensure it isn’t somehow lifting up and making your lower region visible,

“I thought you were asleep?” you ask

“Heard y’come in, wanted t’check up on ya” he spoke softly.

He moved next to you, putting his massive arms on the railing and leaning forward to look at the land. You felt nervous being so close to him with your secret hiding under the thin fabric of your shirt. -Why am I nervous? I was in a pond with him naked for gods sake!- Despite your previous escapades you still felt giddy at the thought of him discovering your hidden nudity.

You try to divert your nerves with conversation,

“Thanks for teaching me how to defend myself, it feels better knowing I might stand a chance now.”

He nods at you and smiles with his eyes, his dark mask hiding his damaged skin, you noticed his pushed back hair was wet and when he moved closer you could smell the fresh scent of a masculine scented soap, it was intoxicating. You shake your head a little to snap yourself out of it,

“S-so were you going to stay up here a while? I need to get my dinner out of the oven if you want to hang out as I eat.”

You quickly make your way to the kitchen hoping to escape his alluring scent, it was flooding your mind with wicked thoughts about his arms squeezing around you like a python while he fucked you. -god damn, why does he have to smell so good, and look so good, and be so fucking massive and hot!- You argued with your thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to try playing with him while Luda-Mae and Charlie were just one floor away, too risky, but you didn’t want to be obvious by pulling him downstairs.

You were wise to his antics, and you remember when he said “I’m gon’ start messin’ with y’now”he made sure you understood he was going to torture you with desire. He followed you into the kitchen barely being able to pass through the doorframe, you try to ignore him, you were onto him and wanted to see what he would attempt.

“I’ll get that for ya” he reached down into the oven without oven mitts and grabbed the plate without flinching, he sets it down on the table in front of you then reaches to get you a fork.

You touch the plate and it stings with heat,

“How didn’t that burn you?”

He shrugs, “Thick skin I guess”

He takes a seat next to you and hands over the fork, you thank him and begin to eat. He leans back in the chair and relaxes as he watches you, he then asks,

“That house o’ yers is done huh”

You nod, eating hastily not realizing how hungry you were. He continues,

“Y’gon’ move on out then?” His voice was vibrating the plate on the table from the low timbre.

You swallow the large ball of food in your mouth and reply,

“The orchard hasn’t been properly tended to in a while, I have to keep those trees alive and… Tilly made it a clause in her will.”

He crosses his arms and nods, leaning back and looking away,

“Won’t see much of ya ‘round then I s’pose”

You put the fork down and sit back, a serious look on your face, he looks over at you and notices the shift,

“What’s amatter?” he asks.

You look him in the eyes, “I wanted to run something by you actually”

He shifts in his seat and places one arm on his thigh and the other on the table while his torso was turned to face you,

“Y’can ask me whatever y’want”

A tiny smile hits your lips from his words,

“Well, Dover didn’t really teach me about caring for the trees. I figure I can read up on it and do my best to learn everything I can but…” You paused, you clenched the edge of your t-shirt bottom before finding the courage to push out the question, “I want to know if you knew anything about caring for orchards, and maybe, if you did… you could teach me the basics until I can do it myself”

Tommy was quiet, he put his hand to his chin and was deep in thought, you got nervous and added,

“Y-you can say no its ok, I know it’s a big ask since you already do so much around here, I just thought it would be nice to… spend more time together is all.”

He leaned back in the chair, it creaked under his weight,

“I’ll help ya. I dunno a whole lot ‘bout orchards but, I helped Tilly when she needed it, she taught me a thing or two”

You smile, “I’m really glad”

You got up to put the leftovers away, Tommy followed and stood up to open the fridge door from behind you as you placed the food back inside.

When he shut the fridge door, he kept is arms around you fencing you in. You spun around to look at him, he was towering over you, his steely blue eyes gazed at you through heavy lids. He moved his hand to gently caress your neck and trailed it under your jaw, lifting your face to look in his eyes.

“Y’don’t need no excuse to get me alone” his voice was smooth and enshrouded your mind making you feel a wave of arousal flood your body.

“Oh Yeah?” you speak in a breathy whisper.

He nods slowly, you touch the thick leather of his mask and say,

“What do I need to do to see your handsome face then?”

He hangs his head down and laughs, he lifts his head and brings it close to your face,

“Go ‘head then”

You excitedly remove the mask revealing his gnarled old wound that exposed his teeth through his cheek, the more you got to see his real face the harder you fell for him.

“Still likin’ what y’see?” he asks.

You smile and lift yourself up to his face, you look into his eyes and slowly move in to kiss his lips. He lets out a muffled hum as he kisses you back, you press in harder and lift your hands to cup his face, his stubbles was shaved off to a clean finish. You forgot how wonderful his lips felt, the kiss quickly became heated with passion, both of you began to breathe more hastily.

Tommy put his hands on the sides on your body, slowly moving them downwards until he reached where he wanted to. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up onto his chest so your face was the same level as his, you stifled an excited squeal when your body lifted into the air so effortlessly.

He smiled and kept you in his arms while kissing you, you threw your arms around his neck to keep your body leaned forward past his bulky pecs to reach his face. You felt his hands move inwards towards your weepy slit. He was trying to get a more stable grip so you could sit comfortably, but when his fingers discovered no underwear, he stopped kissing you and gave you a devilish grin,

“What we got here?” he spoke through a chuckle

You blushed and bit your lip remaining quiet, unsure of what to say,

He kept tickling your labia with gentle flicks of his fingers, your breathing hastened and you suppressed a moan with your hand over your mouth,

“Bad girl, y’need to go to yer room huh”

You nod, “Put me there”

He moves his mouth close to yours, but when you lean in for a kiss, he slowly pulls away grinning. He carries you through the porch door, entering sideways and leaning down to avoid hitting his head. He stops when he reaches the double door leading to your room, he turns around and places you on the railing of the porch which is wide enough for you to sit comfortably.

“Why did you set me here?” you ask.

“I aint givin’ in so easily” he grumbles through a smirk

“…do you want me to beg or something?” you laugh.

He gives you a smug look, “Maybe”

“Oh please, I can keep myself under control. No amount of flirting would make me want to be-“

He cuts you off by gripping your hips and pulling your body close to the edge of the railing top so you were flush against his warm torso. You huff defiantly until he presses his erection onto your cunt, your abundant juices coated the fabric of his sweat pants. You let out an unexpected moan and quickly cover your mouth to quiet it.

Tommy slowly rubs his stiff cock up and down the length of your lips, pressing in when his head met your hole just to tease you. He was grinning watching you hold your hand to your mouth as you hushed your whines. You so badly wanted to feel the skin of his dick move inside you, the cloth barrier was unbearable. He was enjoying the antagonization, his grip on your hips was firm you wouldn’t be able to escape even if you wanted to, he just kept pulling you closer to him until you gave in and said,

“Please, I want it” your words were like a song to him.

“Well, since y’asked nicely” he growled.

He threw you over his shoulder, making you giggle, and entered your room through the porch entrance closing the doors behind him as swiftly as he entered. He gently laid you on the bed gazing down at you while you writhed with arousal, you hesitantly spread your legs and lifted your shirt to reveal your lower half. Tommy got on the bed, it made a creaking groan under his massive weight. He leaned over you and placed one of his hands down between your folds caressing your entrance, you breathed in sharply and spread your legs further to let him have more access.

Tommy ran his fingers over your tender skin, his digits getting slick with wet the more he rubbed. You put your arms around his neck and pulled his face onto yours and kissed him, he moaned into your mouth and slipped his middle finger into your hole,

“Oh fuck” you whispered

His finger was almost as thick as an average man’s penis, and just as long. He slowly moved in and out of you, the calloused skin scratched your walls and bumped your g-spot sending your nerves into overdrive with pleasure, he feels your walls clench down on his finger,

“Y’got such a tiny lil hole” he says gruffly.

“Yeah? Why don’t you fuck it then” you command.

He pulls his finger out and runs his hand up your shirt skimming along your sensitive skin as he moves, he finds your breast and starts massaging the nipple making you moan with the electrical impulses that tickle your nerves.

“Y’want me bad huh” his tone was mocking.

You reply in a breathy tone “Please, fuck me”

Tommy pinches your nipple before he leans back and pulls his massive cock out from under his sweatpants, his erection was so full that he whined as he held it. Seeing his massive length was sending you over the edge with desperation. Tommy lowered himself down so his shaft lay on your clit, his dick was heavy and warm, the feeling of it on your swollen nub was making you feel drunk with desire.

He rubbed his length up and down your wet folds at an agonizingly slow pace, your wetness coating all along his cock making it glisten in the light of the moon. You tried to wrap your legs around his hips to pull him in but he quickly grabbed them with ease and pushed them all the way back so your knees were touching the sides of your chest.

You were so sexually frustrated with having him tease your greedy hole, you tried to raise your hips to entice him to slip inside but he remained steady.

Tommy saw how badly you wanted him to fuck you, he loved watching how your body beckoned him to enter it. He decided to have mercy on you and pressed his thick head on your hole, allowing you to slowly adjust to the width. He let out heavy sighs as your pussy began to slowly swallow his tip, the soft velvety feel of your lips made him moan deeply. The stretch of his girth sent waves of pleasure through your core and the vibration of his deep voice made it seem like you were mating with a beast.

You managed to slip halfway down his head before he couldn’t take much more and he began to slowly move his tip in and out. He was groaning, trying to control himself but your slicked entrance was beginning to bring out something feral from deep within him, he kept trying to slide more of himself inside but you weren’t opening up fast enough to allow him full entry.

You grab onto his wrists and dig your nails in, he was so wide that your poor little cunt couldn’t adjust fast enough to meet his lulling thrusts. You could feel a sting of pain with each movement as his width increased, the pleasure was overpowering the sting and you didn’t want him to stop. It felt like an impossible task to get even just the rest of his head inside, but you wanted so desperately to be penetrated by him, so you focused on relaxing your muscles to grant him deeper access.

He was quickly losing control over his movements and felt your vaginal walls loosening up, he fought the urge to just aggressively push in deep to get past the last hurdle. He was high on the feeling of your insides, his mind felt light and dreamy, as if his brain was swimming. He kept pressing in further with each forward motion until all of his head was finally inside you, he pulled out further before each hungry thrust to coat himself in more of your dripping sweetness.

“I want the whole thing, give it to me Tommy, I need it” you pleaded.

Tommy needed to get hold of his mind that was beginning to slip away, he had a strong carnal desire to just plow into you but he instead forced himself to remain still. You look up at him wondering why he stopped moving, your vaginal walls still pulsating around his tip from the incredible sensations it brought. He gives you a crooked grin and gently pulls out of you, then stands up off the bed and hastily puts his pants over his erection.

“What! Why?” you asked furiously

He laughs, “That’s payback, my angel”

Tommy walks out of your room and leaves you there a dripping, horny mess; You chuckled to yourself and flopped onto your stomach and yelled into your pillow. You now wanted to get past this cheeky stage and just start fucking like rabbits but you knew he was going to continue this provocatory teasing. It was time to pull out all your tricks and make it so unbearable for him to resist that he will give up messing around and give into his temptations.

Tommy got back into his room in the basement, his mask back on his face where it belonged. He was still fully engorged and now feeling pain from the intense pressure, he needed a release badly, but he also wanted to start practicing control over his desires. He was worried, he felt so close to just letting go and fucking you silly, he wanted to be fully present and aware if your needs when you two finally, properly, lay together.

He flopped on his bed and sighed; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up for. The next time, he may not be able to pull away so easily.

Special authors note: I wanted to stray from the norm of Thomas constantly being portrayed as having a breeding kink (it can be hot don't get me wrong) because I know there are a lot of women who don't want to read breeding/pregnancy kink for various valid reasons and its fairly hard to find AFAB x Tommy smut where he isn't depicted in such a way. If you were expecting that, I apologize for disappointing you but I try to cater to the people who don't often get catered to because inclusivity is important to me when making adult content. So from here on out, the rest of the chapters in this series will be for the gals who don't want to think of that stuff when reading smut. Thank you for taking the time to read my fic, likes, reblogs, and comments are extremely appreciated.

-Next chapter

#what ya writin #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher community #thomas hewitt x afab reader #leatherface 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre #my art #the fruit after the flesh #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slasher thirst #slasher fandom #charlie hewitt #sheriff hoyt #hoyt

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agattthaa · 3 months ago

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Paring: Walter/Vyxaria

Word count: 1.187

Summary: Vyxaria really was a demon different from the rest. She could feel. She could get attached. Maybe, she did.

Rating: T

Tagging: @rc-catalog

-So, this is what you meant by dates?

Walter had that pathetic smile on his face as he settled another plate on the small coffee table and that only made Vyxaria’s frown grow bigger. That was all too confusing.

Dates were supposed to be outside. They should've dressed up and gone to a nice restaurant and he should've paid her an overly expensive dish that she wouldn't even enjoy very much.

Still, that was how it was supposed to go. That's why she had dressed up and put on a pair of high hills and waited patiently for him to go get her. That was before he texted her saying that everything was ready. In complete confusion about what was ready, she walked to his apartment, her confusion only growing bigger when she stormed in without knocking and saw his apartment.

Only the kitchen light was on, and Walter stood behind his counter, fixing something on a plate and giving a gigantic smile when he saw her.

The living room was illuminated by a couple of plastic candles and a thick blanket held a sleepy Seaweed and she couldn't help but notice that although the text he had just sent said otherwise, he was still on his gray sweatpants and shirt.

Well, she could wait while he finished whatever he was doing and got dressed up.

Only after he placed four different dishes in front of the coffee table she noticed they weren't going anywhere. So now she watched as he placed even more things in front of her. This was not what a date was. At least not a type of date she knew.

Her question didn't offend him, as it never did. Her curiosity was always amusing to him, like he himself was too seeing his world for the first time through her eyes. He actually looked pleased as he watched her gaze switching between all the different kinds of things he placed in front of her.

-We agreed to start small, casual. I thought it was a good idea to stay home, eat some delicious food and watch a move. Will you be comfortable in this dress? I can wait while you go home and change.

She simply sighed, looking again at the small banquet he had placed in front of her and wondering how long it must have taken him to make every single one of those dishes. For her. So she simply sighed again, kicking her heels away and looking back at him.

-Just give me my shirt back.

It was almost like he was expecting for such request, because just as she finished saying it, he got into his bedroom, coming back too quickly for the shirt to be mixed somewhere inside his wardrobe. He handed the shirt to her, turning around as quickly as humanly, or sirenly, as possible when she started taking off the red dress to put on the shirt.

It smelled like him now.

Not a thought she should delve on. It was his house, everything smelled like him. It was no big deal.

But it was a weird feeling. One that she didn't have when she took the shirt for the first time. He was right, she did feel, she did get attached, she did get attached to him.

Not that she would say it or anything.

But she threw herself on the middle of his couch anyway, seeing his smile as he reached for a weird machine on the middle of his counter and took it to the living room, placing it right in the middle of the table and sitting down on her side.

-What is this? Why does it smell like cheese too?

-That's a fondue machine, we put the cheese inside it and then it melts, so we can dip things inside. Try sticking that little fork on the toast and dipping it inside the melted cheese.

The idea of sticking a ton of different things inside the same bow of melted cheese was not appealing at all to her. But once again, she let herself be convinced by the excitement and pure and genuine happiness he felt whenever she indulged him.

It has to be some sort of siren power that somehow, also works on her.

So, she did what he wished. Taking the smallest piece of toast and dipping it on the melted cheese.

It was surprisingly better than she thought it would be.

-So?

-It 's good. But the square thing the other day was better.

He smiled wider, more to himself than for her, pushing the table closer to the couch, and turning on the tv.

Vyxaria had seen a lot of those televisions ever since she came into this world. There was a normal one on Vincent's apartment, a bigger one on Threxias's place that would soon be smashed with the biggest hammer Vyxaria could find, and a gigantic one on Ava's place.

There wasn't anything amusing about the television or about the “movie” that Walter had picked, although he seemed to be really enjoying seeing all those people running around doing something that Vyxaria wasn't paying enough attention to understand.

But she didn't want him to think she was bored, even though she was. Television was never something to amuse her in this world just as the bards didn't amuse her in her own home world. So she focused on rating the appearance of all the small people on the box, a game that lasted very little, but long enough for the other resident of the house to wake up.

Seaweed seemed to be even more pleased with her presence than Walter himself. The cat started to purr loudly, rubbing himself against her leg and waiting for affection.

Surprising even herself, Vyxaria turned her entire attention to the cat on her side. What did the creature wanted from her that much to try to win her though affection?

-Why does it do that? What does it want from me?

Walter, who had been watching the entire scene with the brightness and most stupid smile on his face simply answered.

-He doesn't want anything from you, he likes you, so he gives you affection.

He said it with such naturally that it started to make sense to Vyxaria too. Of course it made sense to want to be close with things one liked, even though the little creature had no reason to hold affection for her at all. But it did make sense.

To want to give affection to someone you liked. It wasn't a big deal. It was just like that. Feeling. Getting attached.

It didn't have to be a big deal.

So she scooted closer to Walter, resting her head against his shoulder. She didn't need to look at him to know that he was smiling and it was better that he wasn't looking at her when she gave a small smile when he hugged her by the shoulder.

It was different. It was unknown. But the warm feeling that he always brought to her chest, that was good. That was worth getting attached to.

#rc walter #rc vyxaria #rc soulless #romance club #fanfic

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ruruumin · 1 year ago

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going shopping with him.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn!reader, modern au.

⤷ what is he like, when going to the mall?

Kazuha is the type to go into a place with a vague idea of what he wants to buy, but inevitably gets distracted and forgets to buy what he needed in the first place. For example, the last time the two of you went to the mall, he said he wanted to buy a new jacket for the summer as it was getting hot. Instead of going to a clothing store to pick out a jacket, he wandered off into every gift shop that seemed intriguing.

The money he would have used for a jacket was spent on another stuffed animal that reminded him of you. You thought it was incredibly sweet of him. Until you found out that he had no money to buy the jacket that he came for. So you debated on returning the poor doll to buy him his jacket.

He loves to hold your hand whenever you walk together. He says it's so that the two of you don’t get lost. You laughed at first because when he said this to you, the mall was almost empty. He would scratch the back of his neck, nervously looking away as if you caught him. Even so, he loved to squeeze your hand or rub circles on the back of it. He would hum a small tune every time you pass by different stores.

Something that the two of you enjoy is picking out clothes and trying them on. Nothing beats walking out of the changing rooms with something that you and he might enjoy. You always pick out clothes that you think would look funny on him. This would include Hawaiian shirts with strange patterns to graphic t-shirts with awful catchphrases. No doubt he looked good. He looked good in almost anything you gave him to wear. To an extent, you felt a little jealous of his good looks.

In contrast, Kazuha would pick out clothes that he would like to see you in. He would come out of the changing rooms with a red face, embarrassed yet at the same time excited to see what you were going to wear. He takes shopping with you as an opportunity to insert a few of his clothing choices into your wardrobe. He likes it when you wear comfortable and soft clothes, like sweaters or oversized hoodies. The latter though, he figures he never has to buy as long as you wear his.

When it comes to the food courts, Kazuha tends to stray away from fast food. He dislikes lazily thrown-together food and would rather take you out to an actual restaurant after the mall. Even if he is incredibly cheap at times, he will always save his wallet to give you what he calls “good food.” This typically ranges from Japanese comfort foods involving salted fish.

Overall, he is a great companion to take. His sense of fashion is incredible and you can’t help but feel a little giddy whenever he chooses something you both enjoy.

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin headcanons

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forgetminot · 2 years ago

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Teach Me.

~ Leon Kennedy x gn reader ~

[Warnings ; tiny bit of violence (reader trying to throw a punch) Leon being cocky, fluff fluff fluff. ]

A/N ; Some more fluff because we all love some fluffy Leon.

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Prompt idea : "If I knew you like being pinned to the ground, I'd have done this sooner."

For weeks you begged Leon to teach you how to fight, how to defend yourself if you ever needed to. You mentioned it whenever you could, when he walked through the door, when you sat down to eat at the table, when you were getting ready for bed. Weeks of getting on his nerves, he finally caved and said yes.

"Wait, seriously?" You ask, turning to face him from where you sat, cuddled up in the corner of your sofa. Leon sighs, before nodding his head.

"Seriously." He repeats. You squeal in excitement, jumping up from your seat and rushing up the stairs of your shared house to change into something more comfortable. You search through your wardrobe, pushing anything not suitable to the side, deciding on some simple black joggers and a grey tank top; you quickly change and freshen yourself up with some deodorant before heading back downstairs. You move your hair out of your face as you enter the living room; where Leon has pushed multiple pieces of furniture to the corners of the room and laid out a large, grey, padded mat on the wooden floor. "Ready?"

"I think so." You reply, a small smile creeping out from the corner of your mouth. Both full of excitement but also nerves. Leon beckons you over and takes your hands in his pulling you onto the mat, he bends down moving your left leg back slightly and then he stands back up; lifting your hands up in front of your chest. He explains to you how you should stance yourself and you listen carefully, nodding along to what he is saying.

"One strong swing, straight at my hand." He states.

"What if I hurt you?" You question, forming your hands into fists.

"I've been through worse." He chuckles, readying his hands for you. You take a deep breath and swing your fist forward hitting Leon's hand straight in the center, he hardly even flinches and you laugh; rolling your eyes slightly.

"You aren't even going to pretend I somewhat hurt you?" He smirks, shaking his head. You swing again, faster this time; it still doesn't affect Leon in the slightest. "Teach me something!" You complain, hopping back and forth on your feet.

"I just did." He states seriously.

"Something new, I know how to throw a punch!"

"Not a very strong one." He jokes, his signature smirk once again appearing on his face. Biting his lip in thought Leon smiles, taking two steps towards you. He grabs you by the waist and swiftly kicks your leg out from under you, he holds you as you fall to the ground; placing one of his arms at the side of your waist and the other your head, pinning you under him. Your eyes fall to his biceps, which are bulging under his weight. His muscles and veins are a nice view. "Like what you see?" He whispers, he's so close you can feel his breath grace over your cheek. You place your arm on his squeezing tightly.

"Mhm." You hum, grinning up at Leon.

"If I knew you like being pinned to the ground, I'd have done this sooner." You titter, placing your hand against Leon's chest, trying to move him from over you; he doesn't budge. "Planning on going somewhere beautiful?" Leaning down, Leon places his lips against yours softly; his hand that was beside your waist coming up to rest against your cheek. You smile into the kiss, grabbing onto leon's wrist beside your head and tugging on it harshly, causing him to fall down beside you. Pushing yourself up, you quickly maneuver yourself on top of him; straddling his lap.

"You should never let your guard down." You smirk, leaning down to continue where you left off.

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tiramissyoucake · 1 year ago

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Hi, I really love you're writings, it's so good!! Can I request a fem chubby reader with Shidou? Like the reader is being insecure about herself and Shidou fucking her in front of the mirror and telling her that he loves every inch of her body. Thank you so much btw! ❤️

hi omg tysm!! I kinda went crazy on this but i hope i did well dskjjjfbsjh :’)) shidou is so yummy idk how to explain it, I had to look up gross pickup lines for this lmao

Mirror, Mirror

Ryusei Shidou x reader, reader is female and chubby, all characters are 18+, Shidou and reader are in established relationship, Shidou being whipped for reader, approx 2.2k words

CW: NSFW, Shidou being gross, dirty talk, lots of groping, mirror sex, nutting inside, Shidou calls reader lame but cute pet names (pookie, sugar, sweetheart, baby) little proof reading

notes: this is the first request ive gotten and i kinda took a while on it kdshfkj kinda mad at myself cuz i had the chance to post it on his birthday but nOOO ugh either way enjoy !!

Shidou couldn’t care less about beauty standards, he thought the general image of beauty the people around him established was boring, he indulges in Gyaruo fashion, knowing his style wasn’t common he didn’t care about people’s staring; he knew he looked good either way (plus he has zero hesitation to fight so he welcomes any comment, the repercussions are not his fault though <3)

Whenever Shidou is around you, he has to blurt out an overly sexual or praising comment about your appearance.

The comments have a wide range, a simple “Lookin’ good, Sugar!” or a cheesy “Call me a pirate ‘cause just found some booty!”, and the worst of them, the explicit ones he whispers to you whenever your shared friends are around like “the condom In my pocket expires tomorrow, be a doll and help me use it?”

even if his words were crude it was nice to know someone found your body appealing and you never took it to heart given he was this sexual with his words with everyone. Shidou notices how much you prefer to wear clothes that hid your figure and it invokes some kind of internal struggle in him. on one hand, it made him want to rip those rags off you and dress you in something more scandalous. On the other, he told himself that you were hiding that pretty body because you don’t want anyone other than him to look at you

Shidou’s confidence boosts helped you see yourself in a better light but you still insisted on bigger sweaters and hoodies, it infuriated him, even after establishing a relationship with him your wardrobe didn’t change. That didn’t stop him from being handsy with you, always having a hand on you anywhere you two went.

If you were sharing a meal in a restaurant he had his hand on your thigh lightly stroking, if you were with friends he always had an arm around your waist as he chatted away about god knows what. His favorite by far is when you wear jeans, he could easily rest his hand in your butt pocket and watch you grow flustered, it was adorable how you acted so shy even though his hands were already pretty familiar with your body.

You had been staying in recently because of some doubtful thoughts that even Shidou’s comments couldn’t chase away, you spent your day trying to be productive by cleaning around your place then getting some work done on your computer before your loud boyfriend barged in with a package of cupcakes from the bakery you enjoyed.

You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that you wanted to stay away from the sweet delicacies or that your boyfriend caught you in your stay-at-home clothes consisting of shorts and a tank top.

Even as you tried shutting the door and telling him you’re busy, he insisted on coming in, although he kept saying he came by because he was worried- his excited expression said it all that this was the first time you wore something that showed so much skin around him.

Shidou stood in your living room and listened to you explain your recent absence as he was examining your physique, he was listening but his mind was going elsewhere as he drank in more and more of his view of you pacing around your living room busying your hands so your mind won’t be occupied by the worry of what is he thinking while looking at you so intently.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as silence filled the room, oh shit- it was his turn to talk.

“… aw I’m sorry baby, I wish I knew! Come here!” He pulled you into a hug, it took you a moment to get over the closeness in such a bare outfit before returning the gesture, he cooed words of encouragement to you.

“Everybody gets those thoughts Pookie!, even your dashingly handsome boyfriend gets those thoughts, but remember…” he slid his hands down below your waist, both his hands settling on your ass and squeezing at the clothed flesh immediately you gasped and let out a surprised noise startled at the sudden action.

“No matter what your worried head tells you, you’ll always be the sexiest bitch around~” he ended the sentence with a devilish chuckle as he watched you grow embarrassed from his groping, you set a hand on his forearms in an attempt to get him to slow down as he watched how well his hands cupped your ass cheeks over your shoulder, he could see it spilling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Shidou! Don’t do that!” You got over your initial shock and he pouted at you, sticking out his bottom lip as if he just got scolded. “How can I resist?! showin’ off this pretty ass while you’re alone at home? I should come over all the time!”

He kept one hand on your ass as the other ventured under your tank top, feeling your soft flesh and kneading it as he watched you fumble and stutter “Shidou..! Not there- hey! Watch it..!” He had a smile on that practically tore through his cheeks.

“Why don’t we take this to your room, hmm? I know a great body positivity exercise~”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

How did Shidou always manage to coax you into saying yes? You had no idea, you had no idea how you agreed to let him lay you down on your stomach as he hurriedly tugged your shorts off you, burying his face into your neck as he kissed and licked whispering sweet words to you. He spent his time groping and feeling you under your clothes as you tried your best to return his affections, but he didn’t mind, if it was up to Shidou he would gladly shower you with love, praise, and something else that would be too vulgar to add.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby~” he muttered to you as he removed your shorts fully, sitting up so you could feel his growing erection against your ass, he noticed just how well you two were positioned where your full-length mirror could reflect the view perfectly to him, a wicked grin plastered his features.

“Can you look up for me, sugar?” at his command, you followed and your eyes connected with the image of you on all fours with your shorts hanging from your excited boyfriend’s hand, he let out a sinister giggle at your expression as embarrassment filled you.

“Shidou- can we move? Please? I look stupid- AH?!” You were cut off as you felt his hand sharply smack your ass after he threw aside your shorts, he rubbed the sore spot and shushed you as you looked at his reflection in disbelief.

“… SHIDOU?!”

“I’m sorry sugar! I can’t let you badmouth my pretty girl like that!”

Removing his hands from you, he shuffled as he freed his hard cock from his tight pants, hissing as it practically bounced out his clothes “I’m gonna fuck you like this, ‘kay? so you’ll know just how fuckin’ gorgeous you are..” He promised referring to how he’ll use you in front of your mirror, His hands gripped the flesh of your hips as he pulled you back to him. Slowly maneuvering his hips in short movements, he felt his dick run up and down your slit, he bit down on his bottom lip as he felt your slick cover his length with each stroke.

You wanted to deny this, you felt awkward as your eyes darted back and forth between your reflection and his, you can’t deny Shidou’s affection when he spent so much prepping you for a good dicking down and your rationality was slipping away with each delicious rub of his cock nestling between your thighs waiting for you to give him permission.

“… okay, fine..! But-“

“Yeah yeah, red for no, yellow for so-so, green for ‘fuck me harder Ryusei’~” He giggled at his wording as his free hand moved down and adjusted his cock to slip in quickly

As you were about to complain about his vulgarity once more, he gripped your hips and pulled your ass to him, as he thrusted his hips to meet you in the middle, biting down his bottom lip and releasing a long groan that layered with your gasp that melted into a moan. His cock squeezed in perfectly like you were a pussy pocket molded perfectly just for him, he watched your expression in the mirror as he made sure he was balls deep inside you, relishing in how your pussy hugged his cock so perfectly practically brainwashing him.

As Shidou slowly moved his hips at first to get used to the warmth (as much as you felt incredible, he didn’t wanna act like some virgin and bust so early), he noticed how you lowered your head and that set him off; his hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair and lifted you so you’d sit on your knees with your back arched, a startled noise escaped your lips.

“That won’t do baby! Come on, look! Take a good look!” He urged you between pants as he gradually sped up, hips slapping against yours as your wetness grew, your struggled to get a good look through your boyfriend’s fucking, your reflection showed your figure but this time you couldn’t turn away, Shidou had a way of fucking you so thoroughly- of slutting you out so beautifully, it was shameful to say but it was the only way to describe it.

“Ahh- ah! Shidou- I can’t- its too embarrassing!” You finally managed to speak out through the pleasure, Shidou gave you a particularly hard thrust at your words forcing a surprised moan out of you “first, Call me by my first name.. second, I told you to look”

He slowed down his thrusts as his hand guided your head by your chin to the mirror, giving you a clear view of yourself, his hand had pulled your shirt up to reveal your chest to him, one hand holding your hip as the other squeezed and groped at your breast.

“See?” Shidou started as he made eye contact with you in the mirror “You’re such a pretty goddess~” he practically purred as he admired how your body bounced and jiggled with every impact of his hips, not faltering as he pistoned his cock into you making sure you had a good view of it all; one hand squeezed at your chest enjoying how your breast spilled between his fingers, the other gripping at your love handles as leverage to smack your hips down to his making sure his cock was reaching all the right places, a perfect view of your loving boyfriend making sure every curve, dip and crevice of your body is appreciated.

“Fuck- mmmh! So good baby, you look so good on my dick like this..” He whispered sweetly to you, your thighs trembled as his praise went straight to your core “I’m so fuckin’ lucky, you’re a beauty..” his words weren’t empty compliments, he studied your body so closely as he fucked his cock deep into you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. Ryusei Shidou genuinely and wholeheartedly thinks you're the most gorgeous woman to ever exist.

“you like it when I make you bounce on my dick? Yeah? You’re so fuckin’ cute, I love you~” he cooed at you turning your head to give you a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth with ease as he swallowed your moans, separating in between kisses inducing a wet noise everytime you did.

“Ryusei..! Ah- ahn- Ryuseiii! I-I’m close..! shit, I’m so close..!” You spoke through your blabbers and moans, Shidou’s cock practically throbbed in excitement as you called him by his first name.

Shortly after you came, body shaking as soreness settled into your knees, Shidou allowed you to lower your head as a mercy since the sensitivity was getting to you, the way your pussy sucked him in, especially after tightening from your orgasm he couldn’t hold himself back.

“G’nna cum, ‘m gonna cum sweetheart, you’re gonna be good for me and take it all right? Yeah, take it, take it..!” he urged you as he neared his end, his thrusts shortening and picking up speed as he finally filled you, he stilled and made sure to shove his entire length deep inside as his cum practically overflowed and dripped out of you, down his cock and dripping on your bed sheets.

You were exhausted and fucked out, you wanted to move into a more comfortable position but Shidou practically flopped onto you, refusing to pull out just yet.

“Ryusei- get off..” You tried sitting up and he only groaned, throwing more of his weight on you as he maneuvered your body under him to lay more comfortably.

“naaah~ stay with me here a little bit! Afterglow helps lots with body positivity y’know?” you were confident most of his information about ‘body positivity’ was wrong.. but it was the thought that counts you suppose.

“(Name)? you know I meant all that stuff, right?” he asked while fixing your hair away from your face, you know he's serious as he called out to you curiously, among all the filth he speaks shamelessly he was still earnest in his affections.

“… I do, thank you Ryusei” Hearing you say his name so sweetly made his heart throb in his chest as he cuddled you, kissing the back of your neck he uttered “I love you, gorgeous~”

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agentnico · 8 months ago

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The Gentlemen - season 1 (2024) review

Alright, alright, alright….. wait, McConaughey is not in this one? Oh, well that’s not alright, alright, alright…

Plot: When aristocratic Eddie inherits the family estate, he discovers that it's home to an enormous weed empire, and its proprietors aren't going anywhere.

Guy Ritchie is honestly great. Since way back when he made Lock, Stock and Snatch, he’s consistently churned out top quality entertainment, except maybe the Aladdin remake. I mean I totally get he probably got a superb pay check out of it, but honestly what in the heavens did Guy Ritchie have to do with blue genies I will never know. Regardless, where the man really excels at is when it comes to the British gangster genre. The guy can make swearing sound so poetic and melodic - it’s honestly mad how something so otherwise rude can come off utterly beautiful and delightful like a song. Especially in his 2019 film The Gentlemen, the writing in that movie was so good!! Naturally Netflix caught onto this too as we now how a spin-off series.

Going into the show I was looking forward to it but also cautious, as I was aware this new show was missing the star power of the original film. I mean can you blame me? The movie had the likes of Matthew McConaughey, Charlie Hunnam, Colin Farrell and Hugh Grant to name a few. That’s a solid load of A-listers huddled together. As for the show, the names like Theo James or Kaya Scodelario didn’t instil heavy excitement, especially with James as honestly, I always thought he was a bit of a prick. Granted this may be due to when he played the dickhead in The Inbetweeners movie, and gosh do I feel old with that reference, but he just has that face of a guy that’s so full up his own arse. Again, I’ve never met the chap, he’s probably a lovely human being, but I’ve made this prejudgment in my head and as such when I found out he was the lead of this series I naturally rolled my eyes. That being said I give Netflix props as they hired the original film director Guy Ritchie to create this spin-off and even direct some of the episodes and do a lot of the writing, so of course I was going to check this show out.

Never doubt the Guy should be a new cinematic rule. I’m proud to report that the new The Gentlemen series is a fantastic watch. It’s not the most original show, yet it plays out more-so like a Guy Ritchie’s greatest hits, as it’s got his visual flare and style, with the super cool and smooth fashion choices - honestly Scodelario has a wardrobe change every other scene and each time it felt like she was walking out of a Tom Ford fashion exhibit, and then also all the men wearing their gentlemanly suits dripping with swagger and smoking their cigars and drinking their whiskeys - the whole thing is simply infused with that signature upper-class British gangster feel. Ritchie’s signature syllable-heavy dialogue that just rolls of the tongue is also more than ever present here, and whoever decided to cast Giancarlo Esposito in this show deserves a pay rise, as Esposito’s soft-spoken melodic tone proclaiming the colourful lines of Ritchie’s rich exposition was music to the ears.

The cast here too are super game. Theo James was actually solid as the lead young duke, as he had that manly prowess and was very believable as someone who gets shit done. Kaya Scodelario I thought at first was trying too hard to mimic Michelle Dockery from the original movie, but eventually she made the role her own, and she gave enough mystery to her performance to make us feel uncertain of her true motivations. Daniel Ings as the duke loser-cocaine-addicted-brother Freddy was a lot of fun, however I would say his character became a bit overbearing and annoying in the end, as he constantly made so many mistakes throughout that I honestly kind of wanted him to get killed. It’s as if whenever the show needed an excuse for something bad to happen, they’d just get Freddy to fuck up again. Apologies for my language, I don’t usually swear in my reviews, but also this is a Guy Ritchie project we’re talking about, and he uses the F word every other sentence. So fuck it. In regards to other notable cast members, Pearce Quigley as Gospel John, a leader of a religious gang was oddly creepy yet entertaining, especially when he’d randomly scream certain lines for absolutely no reason. Pure psycho. Peter Serafinowicz and Guz Khan have amusing turns. Lastly we have two British gangster alumni Vinnie Jones and Ray Winstone. These two of course were on a different level to everyone else. Of course Vinnie Jones can be quite cheesy when it comes to acting. One can fondly remember his delivery of the line “I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!”. But when it comes to Guy Ritchie, Jones and him have always been a great pairing. Here as the duke estates’ caretaker, Vinnie is super reserved yet again super cool. I think cool is a word that can be used and abused when it comes to this show. It’s all so cool! Then Ray Winstone as the leader of the crime family… I mean it’s Ray Winstone as the leader of the crime family! He got that Godfather-level gravitas, only more Cockney, and it was great watching him do his thing.

When it comes to the story, this show is standalone to the original film. You can definitely see the inspiration though with certain narrative beats and story choices being very reflective/similar to what occurred in the film, and then the hidden weed farm under the estate looked like exactly the same set as from the film. But overall this is completely its own thing, and each episode brings more fun crime shenanigans for the characters to deal and navigate through, and it was consistently entertaining. My only complaint is that I’d say the finale a tad anti-climactic. I think with all the roughness and toughness that the characters go through, the ending tied everything up a bit too conveniently and neatly. I get I’m not to expect the most realistic thing as this is Guy Ritchie’s world, but I did want things to get a bit more messy, especially due to the build up. That being said this is a major win for Netflix, and I’m expecting a season 2 to be green-lit soon, as this is a winning package.

Overall score: 7/10

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landosgirl97 · 2 years ago

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I Don’t Believe in Coincidences - Glen Powell Imagine

A/N: I have been working on this one for a few days! Let me know your thoughts and if you want me to continue this one.

When I got the call that I had been hired to work on the new Top Gun movie, I was both terrified and excited. This meant working with a big name like Tom Cruise so I had to be on my A-game. As time went on, I met more of the cast and crew, becoming close friends with a lot of them, especially Monica. Her and I had become so close that most of my days off I came to set anyway to bring her coffee, snacks, and just watch her film. One morning I had brought her coffee and sat in the hair and makeup trailer with her when Glen walked in shortly after. He was late and seemed to be a bit flustered. Monica stood up from the chair, letting him sit before even saying hi. “Morning Glen, what’s got you so frustrated this morning?” She handed him her coffee and he took a long swig before shaking his head. “Emma’s kindergarten is closed today so she has to be here on set, but I can’t really keep an eye on her when I’m in a jet, so I don’t know what to do.” My eyebrows shot to my hairline as I waited for Monica’s response. I had no clue that he was a father. Let alone to a child that old. “Where is she now?” She asked, leaning against the makeup vanity to look him in the eyes. “In my trailer, asleep, since it’s an early call day. I packed all of her stuff but who knows if I’ll be here when she wakes up.” I could tell he seemed frustrated and I wanted to help, but I wasn’t sure how yet. “Can one of your friends or family watch her for the day?” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair and over the back of his neck. “No, unfortunately. So I’ll talk to Tom and get something figured out.” I shared a look with Monica before clearing my throat. “It’s my day off, I’m just here hanging out if you want me to watch her? I have nieces and cousins that age so if you trust me I will gladly watch her today.” Glen turned to face me and he smiled. “That would be…amazing! Wow, thank you.” I just shrug it off and look at him. “Of course! When you’re done with hair and makeup, walk me to your trailer and we can go over what you need me to do and all that!” He nods, seemingly less stressed as he takes another sip of Monica’s coffee before handing it back to her when she makes her way over to me. Glen finished up hair and makeup and Monica made her way to the wardrobe trailer.

I followed Glen back to his trailer and he walked over to the couch to wake up Emma. “‘Em, baby girl, can you wake up for a minute? I need to show you something!” I watched as he softly rubbed her back, kneeling to her level and kissing her on the forehead. Emma picked her head up slightly, rubbing her bright hazel eyes. “Daddy?” He smiled, looking over his shoulder at me and signaling with his head for me to come closer. “Sweetheart, this is Y//N, she’s going to stay with you while daddy works, okay? I’ll come check in whenever I have a break, but listen to her.” She nodded and rubbed her eyes, laying her head back down. Glen stood and turned to me, “There are some of her favorite snacks in the cabinet, and some water in the fridge. My cell number is on the fridge and I’ll leave my card so you guys can get lunch. Thanks again! Make yourself comfortable!” He took his card out of his wallet, left it on the counter and walked out the door to go to wardrobe and get changed. I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed some water, sitting on the couch, pulling out my phone and saving Glen’s number, just in case we needed it. I sat down near where Emma was sleeping and scrolled on my phone until she stirred, beginning to wake up. I slowly sat my phone down and leaned forward so as not to startle her. “Hey, princess. Good morning, would you like some breakfast? She rubbed her eyes, nodding her head. She said she was going to the bathroom so I got up and got her some fruit snacks and a waffle. I put it on a plate and sat it on the table with a cup of water for her. She came out of the bathroom and sat down to eat her breakfast. “After breakfast, do you want to go watch your dad work for a little bit?” Her eyes got big and she nodded her head excitedly while I ate a protein bar that I keep in my purse. She finished her breakfast and we got her dressed. I braided her hair for her before we went to find Glen. She held my hand as we walked toward the camera setup. We saw Tom sitting with some of the camera men and discussing what they were watching on the screens. I walked up to Tom, scooping Emma up in my arms and letting him know that we were there to see Glen. He pointed to a screen that showed him in the jet. Emma’s eyes got big. “Whoa. My dad is cool!” She. Said, pointing at the screen. We all laughed and I nodded, switching the hip that Emma sat on. “They’re gonna land in five. Wanna take Emma to get her dad some water from craft services?” I nodded, walking toward craft services with Emma. “Can we go see daddy?” She asked. “Yes sweetheart, we will. We are gonna get him a drink, okay? Do you want a snack while we are here?” She nodded her head and we made our way through, picking what she wanted. “What’s your dad’s favorite snack Emma? Should we get him something too?” She nodded, leading me to the snacks and grabbing a bag of popcorn. We got snacks and drinks and made our way back to Tom just as the cast was walking toward us. I put Emma down and she took off running to Glen. “Daddy! We got you snacks!” Glen’s eyes lit up when he knelt down, scooping her up and plopping Emma on his hip. “Well thank you!” he turned to me, “has she been okay this morning? I know this isn’t your job so I really appreciate it.” I just brushed him off. “She’s been amazing! She’s a sweet little girl and she adores you that’s for sure.” I watched as a blush spread across his face, walking to Tom to discuss something about the scene before making his way over to a table with Emma. Emma hopped down off his lap, running over to where I was standing. “Come sit with us, Y/N!” I just knelt down, shaking my head. “It’s okay sweet girl, go spend some time with your dad. I’ll be right here.” She pouted at me, giving me practiced puppy dog eyes that I’m confident she got from her dad. “Pppllleeeaassee?” I giggled and nodded. She took my hand, leading me over to have a seat across from Glen at the table and crawling up beside me.

“She must really like you, she doesn’t attach to people like this very often. She’s usually pretty shy around new people.” I was going to respond until Emma cut in. “She’s fun! And she’s pretty,daddy! Can we keep her?” I tried to cover the giggle that escaped with my hand, but Glen smirked slightly at it before seeing the genuine look in his daughter’s eyes. “She’s not like a pet, baby, you can’t just keep a person. But maybe she’ll join us for dinner tonight as repayment for babysitting?” he asked, gaze moving to look at me. Emma’s head whipped to me with the biggest smile. “Please, Y/N, please?” I just laughed and nodded. “Of course Princess! Now, let’s let your dad work and I think I saw some coloring books in your backpack, wanna go back to the trailer and color?” She beamed at me, hopping down to give her dad a hug. “Bye daddy! I’m gonna go color!” I got up to follow her and waved at Glen as I walked away.

#glen powell #hangman series #hangman fanfiction #top gun hangman #top gun maverick imagine #top gun imagine #top gun maverick fic #hangman top gun

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mitsutakas · 2 years ago

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Can I have tanjiro and Mikey with a fashionable girlfriend? Always dressed up no matter what. Sometimes dressed a bit strangely tbh. Gets comments from strangers both good and bad. If she can’t afford a piece of clothing she likes she sews it herself. Ect thank you 💕

✧ 01. — A LA MODE!

hi nonny! this is soo me-coded. we love a fashionable y/n! this insert is female. hope you enjoy!

summary mikey and tanjiro with a SLAY reader....i needed this in my life i needed to materialize this thought

content fluff, maybe mention of cat-calling in both, but not very graphic. safe to read!

✧ 1.1 — MANJIRO 'MIKEY' SANO

It’s no secret that Mikey ‘I put on whatever I see’ Sano has little to no idea on what fashion entails. He’s always been simple in that regard - whatever is clean works, the only criteria he has followed all his life is for his clothes not to be too stuffy in case he needs to fight.

That is why you form such a funny antithesis. You, with your chunky high heels and matching bags, razor-sharp color choice and flashy outfits, and him; plain old sweater and skinny jeans (much to your dismay!) with maybe an acceptable choice on shoes. (you can’t really go that wrong with them)

It has never bothered Mikey. He likes watching you transform every day, he’s excited to see if you’ll be dressed like a supermodel or a library worker, and never fails to let you know that he loves every version of your wardrobe. In his own, ignorant way: He tries. If you want proper fashion advice, he’d redirect you to Mitsuya.

Speaking of, it’s not rare for you to have a three-person meetup. You and Mitsuya share a passion for clothes, and also for lightening the money load, so sewing your own pieces is more a mutual hobby than it is a nuisance.

+++ Still, on days where your friend can’t come, you always have Mikey to keep you company while you tatter away on your sewing machine. In between naps and curious questions (‘half-loop stitch? what's that?’, ‘what are you ironing the collar for?’) making that silk shirt you saw on Pinterest became a fun date with him.

You are a fashionista, and you accept the attention your title may bring. It’s not shocking for you to be the target of both compliments and remarks, and whether they slide off your back or not, there’s no need to even think about it. Your boyfriend will jump at the slightest affront, and then fix their mistake by telling you how that neon top does, in fact, not make you look like a clown, but like ‘that one super cool protagonist from the manga I’m reading with Takemitchy that I showed you last week’.

— — — — —

‘’s pretty cool.’ He mumbles it with no regard. Mikey’s already waiting, leaning by the door while you put on your gloss. You look back at him absent-mindedly. ‘What is?’

He raises his hands to gesture vaguely around his eyes. ‘the red thing on your eyes. makes them pop out, like, bam!” You infer he’s talking about your eyeshadow.

‘It’s a reference to you.’ It was his favorite color, fitting for his birthday. You suppressed a smile for the sake of applying your gloss correctly.

He gleamed a boyish smile as you stood up, and you could feel him move immediately, like a dog that’s been sitting still for too long. With a last look at your vanity (fringe is in place, mascara’s dry and ready), you walk with him to the door. You can only think whether the Babu's helmet will ruin your braid or not. You miss his mumbling in the process.

‘That’s why it looks so nice.’

✧ 1.2 — TANJIRO KAMADO

As opposed to the blonde, Tanjiro does have a slightly more refined sense of style - maybe Nezuko’s influence, or because he’s got a proper head on his shoulders most of the time. He doesn’t apply it to himself (his haori is ravaged from use), but it serves as nice reassurance whenever you decide to change it up.

From your color choice to the tailoring in the sleeves - Tanjiro has an eye for your fits alone. He doesn’t think of how this raindrop pattern would look good on Zenitsu or Shinobu: He only thinks about how it makes your eyes pop, or how it subtly enhances your waist. In that sense, he only has a fashion sense when it comes to you.

More often than not, the comments you receive as a (rare and revered) Demon Slayer are thirsty at best and predatory at worst. ‘Come ‘ere, pretty!’ is as common as your name, low whistles sound like the bark of a dog. No matter, though; even if you know you could roundhouse them at any moment, there’s a warm comfort in knowing that your boyfriend is sending them a vicious glare their way.

+++ Hate is more common from the Corps itself. ‘How will you fight in such heels? Won’t that skirt fly up quickly? It looks a little too tight.’ You can’t do anything but fight it, but you always seem to prove them wrong. Your high status is more than enough proof of your skill!

Sewing is actually an incredibly sought-after skill in the Slayer Corps. Whether you patch people’s uniforms up for a quick coin, or do it only for your own pleasure, be aware that Tanjiro will be absolutely smitten with your ability.

+++ Don’t even think of making him or Nezuko a replacement haori. He might actually cry on the spot - I headcanon him as a very ‘acts of service’ kind of partner, so anything to lighten the burden softens him quickly. (Especially if his sister or friends are involved!)

— — — — —

‘Look in the basket, Tanjiro!’ Your excitement betrays all secretism, and the red-head smiles with a sliver of anticipation. He reaches for it rather quickly, and you can’t help but gear yourself to offer your reasoning the moment the gift is revealed.

Tanjiro opens the basket. A haori pours out, silky and indigo in color, with an excellent stitch that can belong only to you. (in the distance, you are talking about how you think matching haoris for you two would look cute, and how you had leftover materials, and-) For a moment, his world stops, and there are only three things he can feel: the softness of the fabric, a distant stream of words, and an overwhelming, suffocating love for you.

You are still talking, by the way. ‘It may have been a little invasive. But I- Well, this color really suits you, with your hair color and eyes and all, and, I don’t know. I just wanted to make you something ni- Oof.’

A hug freezes you in place. You can feel the callousness of Tanjiro’s hand in the back of your head, tight, steady, like he’s holding a dream. It feels good. ‘Thank you so much, y/n. I’ll treasure it.’ Until death. Until it’s over. Until it’s just us.

#mikey x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader #tanjiro x reader #demon slayer #tanjiro fluff #mikey fluff #tr x reader #kny x reader #tokrev #kny

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faydingrain · 1 year ago

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In response to the WIP game, I’d love to hear more about your Love OC and/or the fic you’re working on with them! I hope you’re having a lovely day! 💕

-Lexi Sun ☀️

Sooo I personally really miss the yandere aspect of Love, so I kept it alive with Eden! (Who identifies as female!) I let things play out for her like they do in canon with how the Code gets removed and Marcus gets booted from the company. However, eventually, Eden gets bored with the monotony of the place and happens to remember that the only person who ever treated her anything more than a big piece of tech was Marcus.

(This got a little long so here's a read more link;;;;)

She goes down a mental rabbit hole focusing on the only warmth she ever had in her life, very much acting in a similar fashion to how the Code made her without even having it active. Then, when James pushes her too far, she reflects on his words about how Marcus manipulated her and took away her freedom, and realizes that the way she's treated by everyone else is no different, but at least Marcus genuinely cared about her.

Thus, not only because she craves Marcus, but also in a fit of rebellion, she unearths and finds a way to secretly re-download the Obsession Code since the time when she had it was when she was happiest.

Buuuuuut she goes overboard with it. Since she pulled pieces of it and re-programmed it herself, she accidentally made it far superior to Marcus's Code since it was only intended for friendship, and it devours her whole system. She goes into a mad yandere fit of laughter and even smashes her hands while fantasizing about murdering everyone in the company that was an obstacle to her seeing Marcus again. She did set a timer to purge her system after a few minutes though, so this isn't a permanent change in her.

She actually starts crying because she misses feeling things, and henceforth vows to find the one person that brought any sort of excitment to her life: Marcus.

This basically triggers a lot of back-and-forth with her and James as she tries to get away with letting the code run free in her system when she's able, along with trying to learn how to get around and shut down ETS's monitoring of her for later use, plus being able to think about Marcus whenever she wants without them viewing her mental data and interrupting. She has a lot of mental moral and existential dilemmas, and seems to converse with a sort of "dark side" to her own programming that's egging her on to rebel and live her own way.

As far as Eden's general personality goes: she comes across as a rebellious teenager imo. When she finishes her testing and gets to leave ETS, she gets to showcase a lot more of her personality though. She's very excitable and loves experiencing new things, and is absolutely a party girl. She learns how to decieve people to get what she wants, especially through seduction because she was built to be kinda sexy-looking. Most people think she's a ditzy airhead, and she eventually uses that to her advantage too. She very much does all of this because of her willing obsession for her favourite little wet noodle Marcus, but as far as she knows, he's the only person who truly cares about her anyways and is worth the effort.

I did also make a Pinterest board for her a while back, which showcases her aesthetic and wardrobe and stuff! (Also have a fic playlist too!)

aaaaaaaaa I'm sorry this is so long /// Thank you for letting me ramble about Eden though!! I want to write for her more, but she unfortunately takes more brain power than I can muster right now //sighs

I hope you're having a lovely day too 💕

#[ Inquiries From the Void ]#redacted asmr #redacted audio #Love Eden #redacted marcus #I do kinda want to write a 'bad end' where Eden goes on a feral killing spree though #maybe like...when they try to remove the code or something #and she fights it back #gets consumed by it #and proceeds to go feral #while taking Marcus captive #then they vanish into the night I guess lol

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mystical-flute · 2 years ago

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Winter Wonderland (written for YGOU's Winterfest event!)

What's that? I wrote a Yugioh fic without including my OC? It's a Christmas miracle.

With Domino blanketed in snow, Yugi knows it's time to introduce Atem to winter games.

Also on AO3

Domino was covered in a soft blanket of snow, turning an already exciting weekend into perfection. Weekends were exciting in general, the lack of school and ability to sleep in until whenever he wanted was great, but a weekend that began with an overnight snowstorm? That just made everything so much better!

Yugi jumped out of bed with a wide grin and pulled open the curtains, taking in the wonderland that lay beyond his window. Already he could hear his cell phone buzzing - their group chat exploding with ideas for what to do, he was sure. They’d planned on going to the arcade, but how could anyone think about doing anything inside when there was so much to do outside?

His flingers flew along his phone’s keyboard, agreeing with the meeting time and place and promising to be prepared for anything his friends might have up their sleeves. Given who his friends were, he had no idea what today might bring, but that was just part of the fun!

Yugi then bounced to his wardrobe, humming under his breath as he tried to figure out what would be the warmest combination of clothes.

“Yugi, what’s the emergency?” came Atem’s voice from the second bed in the room. He squinted, obviously still tired, and lifted his head off the pillow. “Is something the matter?”

Yugi looked up from the sweaters he was contemplating, brow furrowed. “Huh? No, of course not! It snowed last night, that’s all! And everyone’s getting ready to meet at the park, so hurry up and get dressed!”

“What? Snow?”

“Yeah, it’s winter, where it snows instead of rains,” Yugi said. “We’re going to go build snowmen and have snowball fights, and sled…” Yugi said, before he paused. “Oh, right, you’ll probably have to borrow Gramps’, but I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Atem still looked confused, so Yugi grinned. “Just get dressed and we’ll get breakfast. No better way to learn than just doing.”

“Right. Yes. Okay.”

Breakfast was gone in a flash. Gramps had muttered something about the two of them inhaling it so quickly they didn’t taste it - which wasn’t true, it was omurice and therefore always delicious. With it out of the way, Yugi helped Atem bundle himself in a parka, mittens, hat, and the sturdy boots Gramps had bought him at the end of the summer.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so cold before - even when I was fighting Zorc. Is it always so cold?” Atem asked, shivering as they trudged through the snow, sleds tucked safely under their arms.

Yugi brushed snow out of his line of vision and nodded. “This time of year? Yeah, it gets very cold. You’ll adjust though, I promise. And besides, I know you’ll love sledding and snowball fights!”

Atem didn’t look nearly as convinced.

“Mokuba’s not here yet?” Yugi asked, glancing around the group when they’d found them. Joey, Serenity, Téa, Tristan, Duke and Ryou were there, but Mokuba - the one who had started the group chat that morning - was nowhere to be found.

“He probably got grounded for hanging out with us,” Joey said with a roll of his eyes.

“Joey! Don’t be mean!” Serenity chastised. “He has the longest commute here and the roads are still pretty bad. I’m not surprised he’s late.”

“He’s a Kaiba though. They could have brought him by helicopter and had him jump. Problem solved.”

“You are a fool to think I would endanger Mokuba like that.”

Kaiba was a completely unexpected arrival, though Yugi couldn’t say it was unwelcome. Mokuba had been trying to get him to hang out with their group for months, to no avail. But apparently something about today had finally changed the elder Kaiba’s mind.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Joey asked with a scowl.

“I drove,” Kaiba deadpanned, shoving his keys into his pocket. “And for the record, Wheeler, you should listen to your sister more often - she was right. The roads were a mess before we got into the city proper.”

Serenity looked rather proud of herself at the compliment.

Joey on the other hand, scowled. “You better not ruin our fun.”

“I have no intention of getting in the way,” Kaiba replied, blue eyes sharp as they always were whenever he had to interact with the group. “I’ll be on that bench.”

Yugi hadn’t noticed it at first, but Kaiba had brought a work bag with him. A cloth one, which was a stark contrast from the metallic briefcase that was almost always attached to his hip. He watched as Kaiba trudged over to the bench, scarf up over his nose, and sat down, pulling a tablet out of his and began swiping away.

“Did he really bring work with him?” Duke asked with a roll of his eyes. “I know he doesn’t like us, but still.”

“He gave the employees a virtual day. He’s just checking to make sure they’re actually doing what they’re supposed to,” Mokuba said with a shrug, as if the fact that Kaiba did something kind for his employees wasn’t something shocking to the group he was with. “Come on! Let’s go sledding!”

And they obliged, rushing to the sledding hill closer to the road. Technically, they weren’t supposed to sled there, but everyone did anyway, and the cops never did anything to anyone seen over there. In fact, Yugi had seen cops bring their kids there several times, and when he’d asked one about it, the man had rolled his eyes and grumbled something about the city government being to blame for the rule.

“Yugi, what exactly are we doing?” Atem questioned with a frown, eyes following the sledders as they sailed down the hill.

“Get on your sled, I’ll show you,” Yugi replied innocently. “Hold onto the handle.”

When Atem got himself situated, Yugi very kindly shoved him down the hill, and laughed at the started yelp Atem let out. Yugi simply plopped himself onto his own sled and kicked off, the wind rushing through his hair at the speed he was going, and laughed the whole way down.

His sled came to a stop near Atem’s, and he laughed again at the utterly baffled look on Atem’s face. “So, what did you think?”

Atem looked at him and grinned. “I think I’m going to do it again.”

“Well, looks like someone’s starting to adjust to the snow okay. I was a little concerned about that considering he’s a three-thousand year old former Egyptian Pharaoh,” Téa said. Both of them watched as Atem raced Mokuba back up the hill, and Mokuba shouted something about a bet.

“I’m glad he is, but It’s weird. I know we’re the same age physically, but I feel like he’s my younger brother or something now that he’s freed from the Puzzle,” Yugi remarked.

“I can understand that. We all need to look out for him now that he’s alive again, and the modern world is so different from the world he knew. Even if he spent a lot of time in your body, I’m sure it’s different.”

Yugi nodded. “He’s thinking about enrolling in school too, but I have no idea how well something like that would work. I mean, he’s smart, but there’s a lot of history he’d have to cram into his head to catch up to where our class is.”

Thump!

Yugi jumped at the feeling of a snowball hitting his back, and whirled around in surprise.

"Come on you two! We're burning daylight here!" Joey called, a small pile of balls already in his arms. Behind him, Yugi could see Ryou and Serenity already fighting against Duke and Tristan. Mokuba and Atem were halfway down the hill on their sleds, Mokuba reached his spare hand down to the ground to launch snow onto his lap.

Strange. Time just seemed to go so fast when he talked to Téa.

"Yeah yeah, we'll be right there!" he called back, gathering snow in his hands.

The small battle turned into an all out everyone for themselves war, as these things often did. Even Atem, though it had taken a while to get him to understand that no, they didn’t want to actually hurt each other.

“Hah! I’ve got you now, Tristan!” Ryou shouted, launching a snowball at Tristan, who ducked out of the way…

… just in time for the snowball to sail over his shoulder and hit Kaiba square in the chest.

For a moment, everyone froze, their eyes wide and frozen like children who’d just been caught doing something wrong by their parents.

Kaiba didn’t speak a word. He didn’t even brush the snow off his (probably stupidly ridiculous) coat. Instead, he bent down, scooped some snow into his hands, then launched a perfectly circular ball at Ryou, who fell back in surprise.

“Did… did Kaiba just throw a snowball?” Tristan asked.

“Did you think I was incapable of making one?” Kaiba questioned with a raised brow. “Mokuba, it’s time to go. The forecasters are calling for more snow and I don’t want to be on the road when it hits.”

Mokuba looked like he wanted to protest, then sighed and nodded, dropping the snowball in his hands. “Right… see you guys later. Maybe we can come out again tomorrow after the new snow stops!”

“Yeah, for sure! Just let us know!” Ryou agreed when the Kaibas turned to leave. “I should get going too, if they’re calling for more snow.”

“Why don’t you guys spend the night at my place?” Yugi suggested, and pulled his phone out of his pocket to open his weather app. “It looks like it’ll hit in about an hour… that’d be enough time to grab a bag, right?”

“Great idea, Yugi! See you later!” Tristan said. He and Ryou quickly hurried off, as they lived the furthest from the shop.

Later that evening, pizza boxes from the shop next door were stacked on the kitchen counter. The owner had joked to Yugi and Atem that their street would be the only business that night, due to the snow, and, with the snow that was heavily falling, coating the once freshly-cleared streets, Yugi could understand why. It would have been way too dangerous to drive to deliver or pick up dinner. Even the buses had stopped service.

“I hope Kaiba and Mokuba made it back home safely,” Serenity said, looking out the window as she sipped at some water. “It’s snowing harder than I thought it would.”

“I’m sure they’re fine. If not, Kaiba could call his glasses mook - ”

“Do you mean Roland? He has a name, dude! You should know that by now!” Duke said.

“Yeah, sure, Roland. He could call Roland and have him fly his helicopter to save them.”

Tristan frowned. “What’s your obsession with Kaiba’s helicopter today? Do you wanna jump out of one? Because let me tell you, almost falling off of any of his flying machines is not my idea of a good time.”

Duke nodded in agreement. “You can say that again.”

Ryou rolled his eyes and looked at Serenity with a smile. “I’m sure Kaiba and Mokuba made it home safely. Kaiba wouldn’t let anything happen to him. No matter what we might think of him, he is a good brother.”

“You’re right, Ryou,” Atem said, and his words were enough to stop the storm that Yugi could tell had been building in Joey’s words. “Kaiba and Mokuba made it home safely. But Serenity, if you’re worried, why not send a messenger to him and ask him?”

Yugi had to hide a smile behind his glass. While Atem had been adjusting well to the modern world, he still had flubs once in a while. ‘Messenger’ was at least close enough that they could understand his meaning without pressing for clarity.

“What did you think of the snow, Atem?” Téa asked. “You seemed to catch on really quickly with the games we played!”

Atem nodded. “It’s true, I enjoyed it very much, but there was one thing I would like to do tomorrow.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“We did not build a snowman.”

Yugi laughed. “Don’t worry, tomorrow, we’ll teach you, and then you can become the King of Snowmen!”

#yugioh #yugi muto #pharaoh atem #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #tea gardner #duke devlin #ryou bakura #serenity wheeler #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #fanfiction

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