#how did he baby trap her with a RESTAURANT

[miedei]

the bear my favourite horror show :)

[gojozballs]

Gojo Satoru x Freaky Fiancée Reader

Warnings: [Mature themes, explicit content, sexual innuendo, public displays of affection, jealousy, and suggestive humor.]

Materialist

Gojo meets a woman who’s even more of a chaotic mess than he is, and somehow they end up in a whirlwind of teasing, jealousy, and bad decisions, all while trying to out-crazy each other.

First date? More like first attack.

Satoru thought he’d be the one to take the lead, but you proved him wrong when you yanked his collar and pulled him in for a deep, heated kiss before he could even flex his charm. The man was stunned eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks slightly dusted pink but of course, he recovered quickly, smirking against your lips. "Damn, sweetheart. So much for a first date should I just propose now?"

Can’t keep your hands to yourself?

Neither can he. The moment your relationship became official, you turned into an absolute menace. Satoru loved physical touch, but he didn’t expect you to constantly grope, squeeze, and tease him at every given moment. Whether it was sneaky ass grabs while walking or sitting in his lap with zero personal space, he was in heaven. "Baby, you're gonna kill me at this rate."

Public menace? Absolutely.

Your favorite past-time? Randomly grinding against him in public—just to see him malfunction. Whether it was in crowded subway stations, fancy restaurants, or even at Jujutsu High, Satoru’s poor self-control was constantly tested. "B-baby—?! W-we are in public—!!" He stammered, gripping your waist to stop your subtle movements. But did he actually stop you? No. Because next thing you knew, risky quickies became a thing.

Flash attack, incoming.

Satoru was in the middle of an important call when you casually walked up to him, pulled your shirt down, and—BAM. Boobs. Right in his face. "Satoru, look." His reaction? "W-what—?! Uhuh, yeah—uhm, I gotta call you back—" Click. He’d give you a scolding (which was completely useless) and five minutes later, he’d be dragging you to the bedroom.

Jealous Y/N is a nightmare.

The one time Satoru had to save a random girl from a curse, you hit him with the most petty, soul-crushing punishment. "No touching for a week. Actually, two weeks." Satoru looked like you just told him candy was outlawed. "B-baby—please! I didn’t even look at her!" "Why don’t you ask that girl for kisses, then?" you huffed, dodging his hands. "Baby, her whole existence is nothing to me! I was just doing my job!" "Well, saving her means you wanna marry her. So off you go." The only way you’d fold? If he fucked you in every position and in every corner of the penthouse. And believe me Satoru put in the work.

Satoru? Stressed? For the first time in his life?

He thought he was the freakiest person on earth until he met you. You were a literal walking thirst trap with zero shame, and for once, he was the one getting overwhelmed. "Baby, I can’t anymore—" he groaned, head thrown back against the couch. Did that stop you? No. You had one goal: ruin him. And you did. Every. Single. Time. "What happened, Toru? Thought you could handle me?"

Nanami’s Daily Suffering

Y/N sauntered over and plopped onto Gojo’s lap like she owned it. Arms around his neck. Zero shame. Gojo smirked, hands immediately settling on your waist. “Well, hello there, baby.” Nanami, sitting across from you, exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Must you do this here?” Gojo leaned into Y/n, voice dripping with mischief. “What, Nanami? Jealous?” Nanami stood up with a look of pure exhaustion. “I’m off.” Gojo chuckled. “C’mon, Kento, don’t run from love!” Nanami didn’t even look back. He was done.

Wake Up Call

The moonlight spills softly into the room, illuminating the tangled sheets. Satoru stirs in his sleep, feeling movement from his fingers. His eyelids flutter open to find his hand tucked inside Y/N's undies, seeing how she moves his fingers inside her. "Aww, baby... why didn’t you wake me up?" His voice is husky, a mix of teasing and concern, his thumb brushing over her clit as he speaks. Y/N gasps when his fingers move, inching deeper, his touch igniting something inside her. The moment feels charged, electric. "I... I didn't want to disturb you," she whispers, her breath catching in her throat. But Satoru’s smile only widens, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Let me help you," he murmurs, his voice low and velvety as he leans in closer, his fingers pressing deeper with a slow, deliberate pace, making sure every movement is felt. The teasing warmth of his touch makes Y/N’s heart race, and she can’t help but let out a soft moan. Satoru's eyes gleam with mischief, his fingertips curling just right. “Aren’t you adorable, baby? We’re not sleeping until I’ve made sure you’re completely taken care of… every single inch of you.”

Finally

Satoru and Y/N were a match made in absolute chaos. The first-years had long started placing bets on who was more of a menace Gojo or Y/N and at this point, even the students were giving up trying to figure it out. Shoko, ever the skeptic, was just glad her best friend had finally found someone who could match her madness, or at least try to.

At their wedding reception? Let’s just say they’d officially traumatized everyone in the room.

Satoru stood up, grabbed the mic, and flashed that signature grin. "I never thought I'd meet a woman who could keep me on my toes every day and night,” he said, voice oozing with mock sincerity. “But here we are."

The room collectively braced itself, already knowing where this was going.

“You bet we’re gonna have five babies or more!” Satoru shouted, throwing a wink at Y/N, who immediately gave him a deadpan stare.

Y/N rolled her eyes, giving him an exaggerated look of mock horror. "Five, Satoru? What, are we trying to break the world record?" she shot back, making sure everyone heard her.

Satoru shrugged, unbothered, leaning into the mic. "Hey, I’m not saying we need more, but the more the merrier, right?" He flashed a grin so devilish it could’ve set the whole room on fire.

Shoko, sipping her drink in the corner, muttered, "I need a second drink after that one..."

Y/N leaned in, her voice dropping low, barely a whisper. “If you really want five, we’ll need a bigger bed. You ready for that, love?”

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing. “Oh, I’m ready for whatever you throw my way, baby.” His eyes sparkled with a dangerous promise.

From the back of the room, someone whispered, "God help us all."

And just like that, the chaos continued. The couple carried on with their day, leaving the guests equally horrified and entertained somehow, somehow... happy for them.

[targaryenluvs]

SHADOW / EVAN BUCKLEY

PAIRINGS: Evan Buckley x Girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: Evan would go to great lengths to make sure his girlfriend never leaves.

WARNINGS: Stalking, baby trapping, sexual depictions, obsessive behaviour, invasion of privacy, babying, isolation

WORDCOUNT: 3.3K Words

A/N: Uhm, let’s not talk about this…

Evan was in love.

For the first time in his life he was truly, head over heels for someone. Even he himself couldn’t believe it. His friends all noticed the change in demeanour. The excessive happiness that he seemed to radiate at all time. They couldn’t find it in themselves to be anything but happy for him.

He’d had his fair share of relationships, but of course they didn’t last. Whether it was off on travels, untrustworthiness or a bad connection. They didn’t last. But with you, he knew you were the one. From the way you looked up at him, the way you smiled when he held your hand. You never judged him, dealt with his family issues as well as his own recklessness.

You were perfect, in every way. And Buck knew it. It’s why when he found out you were think about breaking up with him that he found himself spiralling.

He’d been using your phone to text Bobby, to tell him he wasn’t coming in the next day. You’d both planned to have a beach day, since the both of you had been busy lately. After texting Bobby, a text from your friend has caught his eye.

Just break up with him!

Evan could feel his heart racing, what the hell?

So he pressed on the conversation and found his worst nightmare. You’d been talking to her about how you found yourself with less time alone, almost always being dragged out to a restaurant or some other place by Buck. You felt smothered, but didn’t have the heart to tell him. If you’d told him he was being clingy he would’ve tried to dial it back. But speaking about him behind his back? To your bitch of a friend?

It wasn’t right of you. And it wasn’t right of her to encourage these thoughts. She’d met Evan before, multiple times. She always talked about how perfect the two of you were for each other. And here she was, trying to get you to leave him, your soulmate.

So he texted her, on your behalf.

I’m not breaking up with him, don’t text me. I don’t want to see you anymore.

Then he blocked her number.

“Evan?” His head rose from the pillow, looking down at you as you walked into the apartment. “Yeah babe? Everything okay?” He heard you jogging up the stairs, “Maya blocked me, I think. I tried to talk to her on Insta and she told me to screw myself. I don’t know what I did wrong.” Bucks heart hurt at the sight of you crying.

“Oh baby, you didn’t do anything. You shouldn’t be thinking about a friend who can be so rude with no explanation. C’mere.” He held his arms out for you as you settled into his arms, tears dampening his shirt. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.” He cradled your head against his chest. “I— I just don’t know what I did.”

“Shh, don’t waste your energy on her. Okay?” Your head lifted, “Okay…” He could sense your uncertainty, you’d been friends with Maya for a while, almost a year. He knew it’d be hard for you to get over it, but it was for the best. Evan knew what was best for you.

Your boyfriend was acting strangely, to say the least.

He’d been much more involved with your friends now. Always asking after them, what you guys were doing, whether or not Maya came back in touch. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe in their presence without a million texts from him.

Evan ❤️

Where are you right now?

Who’s with you?

When are you coming home?

Home. He always assumed you were coming to his place. As if you were already living together when you’d only been together for five months. Even when you brought it up to him, he’d brush his actions off.

“I mean we’re practically living together already no? What’s the point in you having your things somewhere else when you can have it here. Saves you a trip in the morning baby.” Evan murmured into your neck as you stood in the bathroom. “I… I have my own place Evan. I like having my own place. It’s not just my things that are there. It’s my place.” His arms briefly tightened around you at the sound of your protest.

“I know, but don’t you want to live with me? Be with me?” Buck retracted his face from your neck, his arms circling around your neck as your hands held on to his arms. “I do! I do want to be with you. I am with you baby.” His frown disappeared in a second, replaced with an unsettling smile. “That’s what I thought.” He kissed your cheek before walking out the door.

You stared into the mirror. What the hell does that mean? That’s what I thought? You shook your head in an attempt to collect your thoughts. Did you want to be in this relationship? Where you felt like you were being babysat? As if Buck was your parent, always asking where you were and who with. As if you couldn’t handle yourself, needing supervision.

It took you another month to realise this isn’t what you wanted in a relationship. You wanted to be equals, to rely on eachother and trust each other. The ability to go out and not give your exact location every ten minutes. To not feel as if you have an overwhelming pressure behind you, always looming. Like a shadow.

But it was a month too long. You’d given Evan even more access into your life. He’d sweet talked you into sharing your live location with you. Even your bank account was accessible to him, being able to overlook your transactions. He had keys to your apartment and even his face ID on your phone (not that you knew he had access to your phone).

You’d confided in your best friend. And she’d encouraged you the whole time. She herself hadn’t noticed Evan’s overbearing behaviour, he always handled himself properly in public. Not a single person would suspect him of being so controlling. He was to sweet for that. And even if they noticed his clinginess, they viewed it as a sweet trait.

He loves you so much he can’t breathe without you. Half of his personality had become you. His wallpaper was a photo of the two of you, his password was now your birthday. His pantry and fridge were filled with your favourite foods, even when you weren’t staying over.

It was all you. Evan finally had someone to love, to spoil and to hold with all his might. He’d be damned if someone tried to take you from him. So when he used your phone to call an Uber since you’d both walked to the restaurant, imagine his surprise and anger in finding another friend of yours against him.

Y/n: I think I’ll tell him tonight, at his place. Somewhere he feels comfortable and won’t be embarrassed.

Rebekah: Good idea, I hope he takes it well. I don’t think he means to cling in all honesty. Might just be a subconscious decision since he hasn’t had many long term relationships. Hopefully he finds someone for him.

Y/n: I know, me too. I just feel so bad, he’s had like two or three girlfriends before me and none of them worked out :(

Rebekah: I know babe, but don’t stay with him out of pity. That’s even worse for him.

Y/n: It’s not pity, I’m not still with him out of pity. I really do love him, but I can’t help feeling as if I have no space. He’s always asking for where I am, and with whom. It’s overbearing. And he seemingly can’t handle me being independent, as if I need him to do everything for me. I’m not a child.

Rebekah: You aren’t, no where near it. I get that you love him, but this isn’t healthy. You both deserve better. Some girls love a guy who cares so much. Wishing you all the best, I have a wine bottle waiting for us x

Y/n: Maybe I can wait to do it another night? I’m having a good time, reminds me why I love him :(

Rebekah: No!! If you keep going you’ll never get away.

Y/n: Pleaseeee??

Rebekah: Breakup sex isn’t a horrible idea. Might soften the blow lmao 🤣

Y/n: That’s not what I meant! I’m gonna go, and am NOT leaving to have sex.

Rebekah: Whatever you say, happy break up day xx 💋

Happy break up day? What a bitch.

If there was one aspect of your relationship that never suffered, it was in the bedroom. And Evan couldn’t help but notice when he was closing your open apps, your cycle tracking app. His thumb hovered over it, he looked around to make sure you weren’t returning from the bathroom. Only a few words stuck out for Evan.

High chance of getting pregnant.

You soaked in the ride back to Evans place. One more night with him, that’s all you were giving him. The idea of breaking up with sounded alright over text, but actually facing it? Your hands were sweating, heart racing. You didn’t want to let go, but you knew you had to.

Now or never.

Your eyes darted around Evans apartment, soaking it all up for your last time, when his hands came around your waist as he kissed your neck. “A bit eager aren’t we?” You joked as his hold tightened, “Mhm.” He grabbed you by the hips before turning you to face him, “You look amazing, and you smell so good.” You couldn’t help but blush at the compliments, Evan always knew how to make a girl blush.

“I do?” His hands cradled your face, kissing you on the forehead, “You do baby.” Evan’s hands travelled down to your butt, “Up.” He only needed one word, and so did you. He carried you up the stairs, then softly laying you down on the bed.

Evan was swift in taking your dress off, then his own outfit. “I love you.” He spoke as he thrust into you, your hands held on tightly to his hair, “Oh god Evan!” He couldn’t contain his smirk, he loved you like this. An absolute mess, all for him.

“Say it back.” His fingers dug into your hips.

“Ow! What?” Your brain was foggy, Evans words went in and out your ears.

“Say. It. Back.” His voice held no sweetness, it was purely demanding. His pace was brutal, and again it felt as if you couldn’t breathe. The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt so good. “I…” Your heart was racing again, it felt wrong to tell him you loved him.

His teeth bit down on your collarbone, “I love you!”

You shouldn’t have said it back. It was all that you could think about as his demeanour changed again, a lovesick grin on his face as he kissed you passionately. His hands felt heavy on your skin, burning into you. All you could feel was Evan. Your head was hazy as he carried you, bridal style. The water was warm, and so was he.

Evan slid in behind you in the bath, his arms were strong around you. He took his time in cleaning you off, savouring the moment. “You hungry?” He sounded so casual, as if he hadn’t literally bruised you moments before. “A little.” Your voice was quiet for some reason, you didn’t know why. “We’ll have anything you want.”

That night you spent with him was one of the weirdest of your life. You felt safe with him, more so than you felt with anyone else. But you couldn’t shake the memories of prior times. Him literally crashing a birthday party to make sure you were where you said you were. Evan dragging you back into bed when you needed to work. Him telling you to not reach for the top shelf, saying it was ‘too much for you’. Or him cutting up your food.

Everytime he looked at you, you felt conflicted.

Was this what love was? Uncertainty? Through the night you found yourself tired. Your brain was constantly filing through a million thoughts, about Evan, about yourself and your life. You loved him, but would it be wrong to stay with someone who seemingly infiltrated every aspect of your life? You didn’t know, all you knew was that the pizza was amazing and he was snuggly.

So you stayed the night. You’d fallen asleep in his arms halfway through ‘Me Before You’. You’d spent majority of the movie arguing over whether she should’ve stayed with him or left. And whether he should’ve lived to be with her. “It’s not right! He’s miserable! She should be understanding of him wanting to leave! Which she is in the end.” Evan shook his head as he tossed his slice into the box. “You’re so wrong.” You gasped.

“He should stayed for her. He knew she loved him and it was selfish of him to leave.”

“He was miserable Evan!”

“Would you leave me if I lost my ability to walk?”

Well that sentence shut you up quickly. “I—, I wouldn’t. I’d stay with you. But the movie is different, she meets him afterwards. He’s already miserable, and she makes it better, yes. But he knows he can’t give her the life she deserves. So he’s selfless in letting her go. And also, if you wanted to go, I’d support you. I’d be sad, yes, but you’re not happy. And I’d want you to be happy.”

“I’d never tell you to leave me. You’re too good to let go. Having you by my side is all I need.” You remained staring at the screen, unable to move. “Thank you.” Evan raised his eyebrows at your dismissal of his words.

“I love you Y/n.”

You turned to him with a small smile, “Love you too.” And within ten minutes, you were sleeping in his arms. Evan glanced down at you with a smile before pulling out his phone. He typed out the date of yesterday. It seemed like a date he’d need to remember. And it was lucky, in about nine months, he’d be holding a mini you in his arms.

You woke up with Evans arm draped over you, locking you in place. You slipped out slowly, grabbing a shirt and leggings of yours. You’d failed in breaking up with him, you knew you had. Last night had sucked you right back in to the storm that was Evan Buckley.

He looked at peace when he slept. Content. Maybe you could have a talk with him about boundaries. You weren’t ready to let go of him yet. And it was exactly what he was counting on, he’d wormed his way into your life. To the point where you weren’t sure what life was like without him.

Evan kept his eyes closed as you left. Letting you think you’d gotten away without him knowing. Last night was amazing in his opinion, and when you didn’t respond through out the day he surprisingly kept his cool. He had a good feeling about the night, and if he was lucky, you’d come crawling back either way.

The day had been quiet, you ran some errands, completed your laundry. And with only one text for Evan compared to the usual twenty.

Have a good day ❤️

You found yourself smiling at the text. Simple and sweet. Maybe he’d read your mind and was now reeling back? God you hoped he was adjusting his behaviour. And through the rest of the week, he didn’t show up. He didn’t randomly come to pick you up from work, or bombard you with calls and texts when you went out for drinks. You’d become so accustomed to telling him your location that he didn’t have to ask.

You called every day, barely over an hour. Just debriefing eachother about your days and gossiping. It felt as if you were both improving in your relationship. You were lowering your guard, and he was working his way in. He wasn’t being too pushy, and you weren’t being protective.

And it was a new chapter in your eyes. Since he’d stayed that way. You found yourself even happier than usual. Going out with him more willingly, especially to dinners with the 118. In two months, they saw more of Bucks girlfriend then they had in the previous 7-8 months.

And whilst you may not have noticed any changes of your own physically, Evan sure did. He felt them, your chest was heavier, and a slight bump was developing. You’d recently been an avid sushi lover when it came to eating out, and you’d been having cravings.

You’d confided in Evan about missing your period, and whilst he acted concerned, it was probably the best news he’d ever gotten. He’d come home the next day after his shift with about six different home pregnancy tests. And you’d been willing to take them.

His world stopped when each one came out positive. But first he had to gauge your reaction, the relief was unmatched when you turned to him with a smile. “We’re having a kid.” You whispered as he nodded, “A mini you, or me.” Tears fell down your face as you squealed before jumping onto him. He laughed as you buried your face into his shoulder before facing him, “You’re gonna be a daddy.” And he couldn’t help but cry himself.

You were going to be a family.

Evan was outstanding when it came to taking care of you. Anything you needed was in front of you within the hour. You’re tired? Here’s a pillow, blanket and soothing sounds to help you sleep. You’re hungry? Here’s every craving that he’s logged of yours, with delivery on the way. You’re sore? He’s got oil in his hands and eager look on his face, to which you tease him.

“Missed me that much huh?”

“You have no idea.” He whispered before kissing you.

It was a Friday dinner at Bobby and Athena’s when you announced the pregnancy to them. To which you were met with blank stares which eventually erupted into cheers and hugs.

“Oh god, Bucks having a kid before me.” Chimney shuddered as Evan slapped his bicep, “Evans going to be an amazing father.” You smiled as he grinned, “Why thank you Mrs Buckley.” He kissed you before you could react, is marriage around the corner for you?

“Well actually…” Maddie spoke out as you all turned, “Oh my god, are we pregnant at the same time?” Her small nod caused chaos to erupt amongst the home, “Two new additions to the family!” Bobby cheered. Chimneys mind was close to exploding as he hugged her.

“I’m so happy they all know.” You spoke happily as Evan sighed, “I can’t believe she’s pregnant.” You kissed his cheek before holding his hands, “Do we need to have the butterflies and bees talk?” He rolled his eyes as you pretended to pout, and he poked your cheek.

“Can’t believe we’re going to be a family. The three of us, forever.” Evan kissed the top of your head as Athena and Bobby smiled, “They’re going to be great parents.” Bobby nodded along, “Can’t believe Buck’s going to be a father. I remember his first day, and now he has a whole family.” He couldn’t help the slight tears in his eyes.

As Evan stood in the middle of the room he felt happier than ever. He had a family he loved and a family member on the way. He knew he finally had everything the could’ve ever wanted. Especially with the girl he loved in his arms, and he’d never let go.

[curseddollfaye]

toxic baby daddy! toji x reader headcanon

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- you meet him through a friend of a friend. Your bestfriend Moonie insisting that you need to find someone! Although you had no issue in the looks department by any means. Men that tended to try and get your attention were just..meh. You knew what you wanted in a man and none of them could provide you with that.

- well, until you met him of course. you remember clear as day. Sitting in a very expensive restaurant where you were told to meet him at. Glancing around you expected a middle aged man to be your date. Probably expecting you to open your legs just because of where he planned to dine you. hah…

- and then he walked in , tall. 6’1 to be more precise. green eyes bore into yours as soon as he walked in. a scar decorated the corner of his right lip. and god was he muscular…so muscular. your legs might have squeezed shut instinctively

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- if there was video recording of your face the entire night you might as well have the ground open up and swallow you hole. hearts practically taking your pupils face. you learned so much in such little time. his grin was surreal, the way the veins in his hands popped out whenever he grabbed hold of his steak knife to cut into his food.

- “So tell me a little bit about yourself sweetheart, I love hearing a pretty woman talk”

- safe to say you were a goner pretty quickly.

- and the feelings were mutual between you and him. you had him with your heel in his chest from the get go.

- long story short, you ended up dating not too long after. you learned about his ex wife who tragically passed away. you learned that he had a son named Megumi who was just shy of 3 when you met him, you learned Toji was a very wealthy business owner. Casinos and Clubs all across the country.

- He was older than you, but that didn’t bother you one bit.

- you ended up getting pregnant after two years of dating.

- splitting up wasn’t on your bucket list. But a few months after your daughter turned 3 months you had found some pictures hidden in Tojis wallet as you were grabbing his card to pay for family’s take-out dinner. His ex girlfriends face decorating each and every one of them, and her tits staring right back at you.

- a huge argument ensued. “Tch…come on baby. ‘Yer overreacting over something that doesn’t need it…” as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. your tear stained face was something he will never forget. Your beautiful smile replaced by something close to betrayal. To be honest Toji didn’t know how he would have reacted if the situation was flipped. He knew he fucked up. He just didn’t really know how to say sorry.

- he did feel bad. All they were, were just some silly Polaroids he meant to throw away after finding them in some old box in the garage.

- sure she was naked but it’s not like they turned him on. gross. only you did that to him.

- all night he tried, to no avail.

- “So you’re just not gonna eat because ‘yer mad at me? Don’t be ridiculous doll face” He scoffed a laugh and shook his head.

- “Hmm, fine then. I guess Rin and I will just eat alllll those stupid little candy snacks you like so much”

- “Ya think these cookies are expired? Wouldn’t want your man to die now do ya baby?”

- “go to hell Toji” you had slammed the door right in his face. you didn’t know what had hurt more. the intimacy of them or the way you had pushed out a 7 lb baby out of your vagina 3 months prior and were a wreck emotionally. your body and mind adjusting to having a tiny baby to look after. as well as a energetic 5 year old.

- he lets you go. because he doesn’t want you to be unhappy. even if it eats him up when you tell people you’re single.

- Or when you post your little thirst traps on Instagram (they’re just pictures or videos you post of yourself but Toji begs to fucking differ; you’re beautiful. they’re all thirst traps to him. he knows how men think)

- really you should have known better given his reputation of being a little bit of a player. but your heart outweighed the negative. oh well.

- you live and you learn…right?

- wrong.

- because even 2 years later you still let him fuck you. I mean who wouldn’t? He laid it down on you and you needed your fix even as a single mother. Who better to get it from than your asshole baby daddy?

- he doesn’t fuck anyone but you, states “ best pussy I’ve ever had. Why would I need someone else? Tch…silly girl”

- “fuck yeah…take me baby…heh…You like that? Hmm? Look at yourself in the fucking mirror and tell daddy how much you love his cock stretching out this tiny pussy sweetheart” fuck him and his big add hands holding your hips as he plows you from behind. unforgiving pace as he reminds you who you’re always going to belong to.

- still provides for you although you’re not together. Not only because he’s still batshit crazy about you and in love with you. You’re the mother of his child. Kids if we’re being real. Megumi loves you to death and you love him. He would never take that away from the both of you, which is why every month without fail an additional 300k is wired directly to your bank account. which is just spending money for you because he takes care of everything anyways… ‘the least he could do’ you have to mumble to yourself when the guilt eats you up of the outrageous amount of money he spends on you.

- Not that he would miss it anyways.

- generous and gorgeous

- is a DILF personified.

- watching him pick up your tiny daughter and press smooches all over her chubby cheeks when he comes to pick her up sends you into a spiral

- thoughts of giving him another one enter your mind for a sec…

- before you damn near concussed yourself from how hard you slapped your cheek to get rid of them.

- stays the night at your house often (when he feels like it) “You don’t want the kids to miss their daddy do you?” He throws you a stupid lazy grin.

- Which leads to nasty dirty fucking whenever the kids are tucked in their respected rooms and asleep.

- the next morning you find yourself in a situation when you’re date knocks on your door arriving just as planned to take you out for breakfast.

- A bouquet of flowers in your dates hands a smile graces his lips.

- When the door swung open and he was greeted with a bare chested irritated Toji. It quickly disappeared. Sweats hung low on his hips and his hair messy from last night’s activities. He fucked you so good you forgot how to walk.

- Toji blinked at the man standing in front of him. Of course Toji always made himself at home in your house. Not because he paid for it, but because if anything in his eyes you were still his. “You got lost on the way to jackass city or something? You know what time it is?” Toji grimaced in annoyance. Yawning lazily and scratching his bare chest. A lighter and a pack of cigarettess held in one hand.

- “Um..” your date watches as Toji smacks the red pack against his palm before taking one out and placing it in between his lips. Hands flickering the lighter as he heats up the end of his cigarette and take a drag. Toji’s green eyes locking into his.

- He figured out what the fuck was going on and he didn’t like it one bit. “You walk up these steps, ringing and knocking on the damn door while my kids and my woman are tryna sleep…” Toji blows the smoke in the poor guys face and flicks the ashes into the floor. A grin permanently on his face before he continues. Muscles flexing as his jaw clenches.

- “You must’ve lost ‘yer damn mind kid”

- Putting out the cigarette on an ashtray outside that’s sole purpose was just for Toji’s use. The door closes in your ex- dates face.

- Safe to say you don’t even remember you had a date and didn’t need a reminder when your date blocks you off his phone and deletes your number.

- toxic baby daddy! Toji who curses at himself and keeps himself up at night when he thinks about how badly he fucked it up with you. because throughout everything he still loves the hell out of you. you’re perfect in his eyes.

- and he’s determined to get you back.

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Vox, Valentino, and Angel with Moth! Reader

Vox

You were a sunset moth, wings black on the outside with gorgeous rays of rainbows on the inside

Initially he wasn’t the biggest fan of having a constant reminder of Valentino as his right hand assistant

You were pretty calm, and honestly very laid-back with your emotions

You did what you were told and he liked that about you

Look- living in hell was hard and you needed a job, and you planned on keeping it

I like to think that moth demons usually keep their wings concealed in a similar way that Val does

So whether you use it as a coat, cape, skirt, dress? Vox doesn’t think too much of it at first

He was in a relationship with Valentino and even he hadn’t seen them all too much

Though little did he know that was the key to your emotions

One time, you were walking alongside Vox, updating him on his schedule and marking off any meetings he wished to cancel 

But this dumb bitch kept interrupting you

It wasn’t uncommon for paparazzi to crowd at Vox- he was an Overlord, it’s to be expected

But this girl was being a real bitch

So you were quick to whip around, wings flaring and antenna unfurling as you seethed to the woman, nearly clawing her face off as she backed away

Then as she finally left, your wings drooped, but kept out, hanging behind you like a cape as you turned back to Vox, and read off the rest of his schedule 

However, the TV headed Overlord wasn’t paying much attention, instead he was much more infatuated with the colorful wings perched on your back

They caught attention, his attention

You were useful, and he needed to take advantage of that

Ever since then Vox brought you around everywhere, which brought even more attention to you

Safe to say, you no longer reminded him of Valentino

Instead, you were the pretty little moth that helped bring more attention to his business

“I still don’t understand why you’re using me as a model,” you muttered, quirking an eyebrow as Vox held and observed your wings, handling them very delicately despite his excitement. “I mean- can’t you use Valentino?”

Vox hummed in reply, bringing his hands away to quickly copy down more commands into his computers, modeling out a robot that took the shape of a moth, a spy tool

“Because you’re wings are better than Val’s,” he quipped, coming back over and gently pressing down onto the base of your wings, the sensitive area just behind your shoulder blade. “And he wouldn’t let me.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back into his feeling touch with a grumble.

“Whatever.”

Valentino

Moth demons aren’t by any means completely rare, and Valentino knew that

It was just that most of them were…bland, lacking in color and any kind of beauty that would bring people to his studio

So he paid them no mind

But you were different

You were a rosy maple moth, colored bright pinks and yellows and attracting attention wherever you went

Valentino was out in a luxury restaurant with Vox and Velvette, discussing business

And then you came by, prancing in your little uniform as you brought them complimentary drinks since they were Overlords, carefully crafted alcohol each handed to him by one of your three free hands

To say Valentino was interested was an understatement

He purposely took a long time to order just so you could stay by for longer

You were quick and efficient, getting all of their orders correct on the first try, 

When you came back you showed off your arm strength, each one holding up their plates high and setting them down with utmost caution before the three of them

Your colors were so bright, so eye-catching

How could Valentino not get you fired just so he could hire you as one of his own?

You were quite easy to catch, trapped up in his little web where you now worked for him

Once you did, he made sure you worked in the most populated bar he owned

You still had no idea just how much Valentino manipulated you, but you aren’t to blame for that

He babied you incredibly, broke you down with strung up hands and then built you back up just to make you trust him even more

He struck your deepest insecurities, manipulating you by taking random girls and boys and making you stand nearby as those cruel demons mocked you

And Valentino would then shoo them away, and baby you

You were never in any films as one of the main characters, (the ones who have sex)

But you were always teased as such, and were actually pasted across many posters of said films

You were photogenic, and Valentino took advantage of this

“‘Greetings sir, welcome to the….the…’ shit,” you sighed as you forgot your lines, bringing out your script from the folds of your wings to glance at it. “Sir I don’t think I’m gonna remember this.”

You looked to Valentino, shifting from where you stood, giving the werewolf actor above you a side glance. He drooled like a madman, some of it even dripping down onto your antenna, making you flinch back.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he called from his director's chair, right leg crossed over his left as he looked at you, pink smoke billowing around him as he gave a toothy smile. “Just improv it.”

You shifted, slightly unsure of just how good you’d be able to ‘improv’ your lines. 

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he insisted, standing up and slowly striding over to you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder as you followed him with your gaze. “No one’s watching the dialogue, right? They just want to see this.”

He ran one of his free hands down the shape of your wings, making you shudder lightly, antenna unfurling and twitching high up into the air.

“So just say whatever, okay?”

You nodded slowly, blushing hardly as he held your waist and shoulders with his much larger hands, leaning down and pecking a gentle kiss on your cheek before returning to his chair.

“And….action,”

Angel Dust

Out of the three, he probably took the longest to trust you

Not only did you work for Valentino, but you also happened to be the same species of demon

You were an atlas moth, with colors reminiscent of cinnamon

And you were a camera man/woman

So you and Angel often were in the same room during shoots

He didn’t resent you- it just took him a while to convince him that you weren’t gonna hurt him

In-between takes you would skitter forward and quickly fix up his hair and makeup, 

Unlike a lot of the other workers, your touch was gentle and caring, gently running your clawed hands through his hair, and dabbing a brush across his cheekbones to fix up the color

Slowly but surely, you began to hang out outside of work

One time- you spotted him in a bar with Cherri (who wasn’t the fondest of you)

You came over, offering to buy drinks

At first, Angel was very cautious, watching how you handled their drinks, 

Cherri carried this too

Then- that one dreadful night, where Valentino was in the same bar

Angel had rushed forward to protect Niffty, where the moth Overlord looked down at Angel with a sickly sadism

But before Valentino could continue his taunting- and getting Angel to snap- you spoke up from the crowd

“Valentino,” you began, catching your boss’ attention. “Leave him alone, he’s off the clock so just drop it

For a long moment, Angel looked at you like you were fucking insane- but you stood your ground

And after a long moment, Valentino sighed- grumbling to himself before finally backing off.

Angel paused for a long moment, before you came over to Angel, taking one of his free hands and helping him to his feet.

“Are you okay?”you asked, voice soft and sweet as you looked to him in concern

Angel took a moment too long to respond, instead looking at you in a mixture of confusion and adoration

“I…I…”

“Val’s such an asshole, come on, let’s get back to your friends,” you offered, holding out a hand to him, and yet you didn’t take it by force.

You were lucky Angel didn’t completely malfunction that day

After that one moment, you became Angel’s one and only work friend

He loved Husk, Cherri, and Charlie- but you were different

You knew what it was like

After you two started hanging out more, he began to notice the little things about you

How you would chirp or squeak whenever he ran his hands along the bridge or base of your wings- apparently it felt good because it was hard to scratch and care for back there

Oh- and your antenna, you had special little brushes for them, and Angel loved them to bits- touching them, brushing, petting- all of the above

You were his work friend- his only one

“Ugh-” Angel groaned as he stumbled into your room, plopping down onto your fluffy and thick blankets, rubbing some of his makeup onto your pillows as you followed him inside.

“Just relax Angie,” you eased, crawling onto the bed beside him, fours hands planted on either side as you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his back. “He’s not here.”

Angel whined in reply, to which you picked up Angel by the waist, sitting him upright before using your low set of hands to gently massage the sore areas along his back and sides

Angel let out a low groan, easing into your touch to which you look to him in mild amusement.

“Thanks, dollface, really,” he managed to get out, smiling and reaching back to hold your face affectionately. “This feels amazing.”

“Just relax, Angie, and let go.”

[valentinebugzee]

Fanfic: Sonic BOOM! Stone Au chapter. 1

Sticks and stone

(No warnings needed!! A baby can read this)

 "Is it just me or have Meh Burger toys been very random lately?"

Sonic complained as he pulled out a pair of knitting needles from the Meh Burger paper bag, he walked alongside his team through the village's streets.

They'd just come back from Meh Burger before any of them had finished their lunch, an annoying kid's birthday party two tables over spoiled their whole meal, two of the kids were fighting over a bowl of ice cream, fruitlessly, because it ended up flying in the air and ending up in Sonic and his team's food.

Of course, Dave didn't clean up or replace their food.

Tails caught up to Sonic. "More importantly, that's a very dangerous choking hazard," he points a claw at the "toy".

"Why did you order the kid's meal anyway?" Amy asked.

"I didn't. They got my order wrong, again, and I didn't feel like fighting Dave the intern...again." Sonic exhaled and looked around as if to figure out where he should put his newly acquired knitting needles, his eyes landed on Knuckles.

"Hey, Knucks, want these?" he extends his hand to the echidna.

"No, thanks, I don't like Asian food that much." he held up his hand in protest.

"Knuckles these are for yarn."

"I don't like eating yarn either."

"I think we should all start eating healthy food and start cutting off junk food, if you could even call Meh Burger food." the pink hedgehog muttered the last sentence, "I think some homemade meals and vegetables are in order if we want to maintain our health."

"yeah sure, but you're the only one of us that knows how to cook, and I don't have a stove." Sticks half-shrugged.

"Let me guess because the flames are actually chemicals that release pheromones that aliens can track from their home planet?" Tails asks the badger, unamused.

Sticks threw her hands up. "No! That's crazy! It's because the stove's gas would blow my cover and the underground serpents can sense it and find me!" the girl argued with her much more reasonable theory.

Sonic rolls his eyes, "Besides, who has the time to cook every single meal every day?"

Amy hums. "Yeah, I wish there was at least somewhere we could eat proper food at, for brunch or breakfast," she brought her hands together and sighed dreamily. "Somewhere classy! with a homey feeling and decor."

"Too bad Meh Burger is the only restaurant in this village," Knuckles scratches his head, "why is that anyway?"

"Well, our village isn't exactly the most...uh..." the fox trails off, trying to find the right word.

"Welcoming? Pleasant? Well known? Safe?" Sticks laid out those words, they're all accurate.

"Yeah, all of those."

"I don't think they got the memo." Sonic stops in his tracks and points at a building right between the hardware store and the laundromat, it was modern with a "classy" look as Amy wished a moment ago, right above its glass doors was a sign with a coffee bean drawing on it and the words "The Mean Bean"

They all looked intrigued at the new building, they stood there and stared, briefly blocking the road and annoying the passerbys, seriously guys move..

"Woah, that place looks nice! looks like that restaurant Amy ran for one day before it got destroyed by Eggman's robots."  Knuckles said in awe at the place.

However, the badger's ears went back and her snout scrunched up, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"I have a bad feeling about this place I'm telling ya!" 

"You said the same thing yesterday about a bathroom." Sonic sassed. 

"This is different! How could a shop just appear out of thin air like that!?"

"I was wondering the same thing, actually; I don't think a coffee shop that intricate could be built overnight." Tails added, putting a finger on his chin.

"Maybe the show creators don't have the budget for a construction montage." Amy thought out loud.

"I thought this was a fanfiction." knuckles chimed in.

Sticks groaned and growled, "I'm telling ya guys, it's a trap, and the government is behind it!" she waved her arms around manically, not helping her case at all.

"yeah how about we go inspect this "trap" and their coffee? Y'know to make sure nothing illegal is going on." Sonic suggested calmly, completely dismissing Sticks's concerns.

That would sound mean but this is another "the boy that cried "wolf"" situation, if they listen to every single insane accusation Sticks made up they'd all end up living in the stone age, then who would be the tech wizz? who would dox jerks on the internet?

You can decide who the last sentence applies to.

"I thought you didn't like coffee." The inventor tilted his head at his older brother.

He pats his younger brother's head. "Yeah, but I'm down to try anything new, besides, I'm sick of Meh Burger's radioactive soda."

"I don't think our legal team can handle more Meh Burger slander." worried Amy to herself.

After much banter, the team finally approached the shining glass doors of The Mean Bean coffee shop.

With Sticks being dragged by Knuckles.

Standing there wiping at the counter with a damp cloth was a man, ...a human, he had brown skin, probably middle aged, he had a name tag on his apron that said "Stone", he greeted them with a warm smile and a wave, he put the cloth away and stood straight behind the counter, waiting for the team to walk up to him and order.

The red hero leaned over to whisper in Sonic's ear "Dude, that guy's a human.", "yeah? so?" "I thought Eggman was the only human around."

Sonic scratched the back of his head "Well, not anymore, he looks very different from Eggman."

Amy leans over to whisper to Sonic as well "Not all humans look the same, Sonic."

"I know that but I mean he just looks so.. normal... nothing like eggman, he looks like just a guy."

"Just a guy? really Sonic, this again?"

"What? No! ugh nevermind, sorry Amy." He quickly shut himself up, not wanting any more lectures or classes about being sensitive.

"He kinda has a point though." Tails agreed, "But it is nice to meet a new human that doesn't plan on destroying us."

"That's what he wants you to think." Sticks growled, making direct eye contact with the barista.

The barista who can very clearly tell they were talking smack about him, his eyes kept going back and forth between them, the wall, the counter, and the very enraged boomerang wielding hero.

Kind of resembling a dog when someone is trying to record it.

Finally, the banter came to halt when Amy noticed how rude they were being, first impressions are very important after all.

"Hello! welcome to The Mean Bean coffee cafe, how may I help you?" Said the barista.

"Well firstly I'd like to point out out how beautiful your cafe is, Mr. Stone." Amy chirped, "um this is your cafe right?"

Stone nodded and his eyes crinkled "Yes it is, that's nice of you to say..Ms. Amy rose isn't it?"

Her eyebrow raised, "Yeah, you know me?"

"But of course, you're Hedgehog village's most beloved heroes."

"it's only heroes." Sonic smirked.

"You're sonic I'm assuming?"

The blue one puffed out his chest with pride, "The one and only."

"And you're Knuckles," he points at the echidna, "Tails," he points to the two-tailed fox,

"And.. Sticks." he hesitated a little to point at the brown and cocoa colored badger, in all honesty he was worried she'd she'd bite his finger right off, her scowl showed off her canines that would make that action easy.

Of course he knew who these people were, he knew everything he needed to about this village.

Everything.

"Of course you know all of our names.." Sticks grumbled, "And I bet that that's not all you know."

Stone's expression faltered for a moment, but quickly shook off the girl's comment.

"Say, I've heard of this "Eggman" fellow a lot, but I haven't seen him once.."

Sticks gripped her arm at the comment, why does he wanna see Eggman?!

"Not that I want to see him or anything.. just to be cautious." Stone stammered when he saw Sticks's death grip.

He needs to be more careful.

"Oh, Egghead? Yeah don't worry about it, knowing him he's probably planning an attack right now." Sonic grabbed a menu and started looking through it, "Geez, I didn't know there were that many kinds of coffee."

"Yeah...hey why does this bean shop smell like coffee?" puzzled knuckles.

".. because this is a coffee shop." replied Stone in disbelief at how ridiculous that question was.

Maybe his job here wasn't going to be that hard.

Not the barista job at least.

Tails gasped "woah these look so good." he said putting his hands on the clean glass.

That irked Stone a little, but no worries, the fox too cute to be mad at.

The other two joined Sonic in reading the menu, Sticks remained in her place, still glaring.

"So... would you like to order anything?" 

"Hmm.. what's in this stuff you call coffee, "Stone"" She does air quotations while saying the humans name.

"Well, Ms."Sticks"," The barista mimicked her air quotations with humor, "Each coffee is made differently, but to answer your question: Milk, coffee, water and sometimes sugar."

Sticks rubbed her chin, her glare didn't waver a one bit.

Everything was still for a moment, the badger kept glaring and the human accepted the challenge.

They remained like that for a moment because she stomped her foot and pointed an accusing claw at the man.

"I know what you are!" Sticks shrieked, freaking out her friend and Stone, and some of the other customers.

"Sticks!" Amy scolded, "Leave him alone, I know you're paranoid but this is no excuse to accuse an innocent man of...what are you even accusing him of!?"

"He's a government agent! look at him!" 

Stone stood there like a deer in the headlights, he mustered up the most innocent expression he could.

"He's planning on taking control over the village! mark my words, this man is a government agent and he's here to control our minds!" the badger waved her arms around emphasizing her point.

All of her friends just stared.

unamused.

uncaring.

Then went back to what they were doing before Sticks's outburst.

Next up was a loud scream, and Sticks ran out the the restaurant as furious as ever.

 

She ran and ran, until her stamina ran out and she reached the forest.

"What now?..." she exhaled and sat and a nearby rock with her head in her hands. "I can't let that guy hurt my friends..."

She thought to herself, she couldn't let that guy roam around and putting other's lives in danger.

But at the same time she couldn't investigate him all on her own, if the agent's patience ran out he might kidnap her and make her work in a secret underground trees-that-are-actually-spy-cameras factory! 

Then their would be no one to keep an eye on the village, and her friends are all probably already mind controlled by the microchips in "Stone"'s food and coffee.

She'll need a sidekick.

Just at that moment a black and red bird flew into a nest on branch, the bird shimmied until it settled it's bed.

"I know just the guy.."

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I hope u guys enjoyed this! writing isn't really my strong point so I appreciate constructive criticism, also Stone's characterisation is gonna be tough... sorry this was about sticks more than stone LOL the next one will be stone centric (with stobotnik obviously)

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PLEASING

mdni. not proofread.

M. Sturniolo x plus size fem reader

warnings: mommy kink, sub-ish matt, pet names, titty sucking, breeding kink, hair tugging

As much as I’ve always felt self conscious about how I look or how much I weighed because of being with someone as popular as Matt, he always found ways to show me he didn’t care. Didn’t care about all the comments or hate he got when he posted about or with me. He loved everything about me.

Matt today had been extra clingy towards me. When we were out shopping, when we went to get food and even in the car he made chris sit in the backseat just so I can sit up front so he could have his hand on my thigh. In a way I loved it. I loved how needy he was for me.

We had been at their house for about two hours. Matt and I were on the couch watching a movie. While Nick and Chris were making plans to go out to some restaurant to eat but Matt wanted to stay home. Eventually Nick and Chris decided to uber to the restaurant while Matt and I stayed home. I could feel his hand start to slowly inch up my thigh, “Matt stop watch the movie” I said. Matt whined, “come on we’re home alone..”

I could feel myself slowly falling for his little trap. Not a good one but yet it was working. I let out a small sigh as I agreed. “Fine..but just once” I said as I went to try and get up to go to his room but he clung to me pushing me down on the couch. “no..i want you right here..please mommy” Matt practically moaned out. Who was I to say no to him.

Biting my lip I nodded, “fine baby” I said softly. Feeling his hands roam my body, occasionally squeezing my thighs, before massaging my tits. He pulled up my shirt slowly looking up at me, before helping me take it off. Matt swallowed thickly, leaning down as he placed wet open mouth kisses on my chest like a rabid animal, I giggled a little, “jeez..someone was needy huh?” Matt gave me a sheepish smile, “when it comes to you, i’m always needy..”

I could feel him start to grind up against me. Practically humping me. He sat up straight, pulling his white tee over his head and off, before leaning back down, pulling down the cups to my bra. My breasts spilling out as he did that, he cupped both of them with his hands, jiggling them softly before latching himself onto my nipple. I moaned out softly, “Matt..baby” my hands went to his hair tugging on it gently as he sucked away.

Matt made sure he gave attention to both of my breasts. Occasionally biting my nipples softly as he suckled. I could hear him fumble trying to get his jeans off, trying to stay attached to my tit. I giggled a little, watching him struggle. “Does my baby need help?” Matt let go of my nipple, speaking up, “no i got this..” With that he pulled his hard cock out of his bottoms. I sat up slightly wiggling my way out of my pants and panties.

“Fuck..mommy you look so good..i can’t wait to be inside you..” Matt moaned out softly, rubbing the head of his cock between my folds slowly. I moaned out softly, as he did so, “Shit- come on baby..be a good boy for mommy and fuck her..” I said in a breathy tone. Matt nodded quickly, before realizing he didn’t have a condom. “wait..” I groaned as I began to wiggle my hips against his cock, “I don’t care..you don’t need one, hurry up” I said impatiently.

Matt let out a shaky breath, as he slowly pushed inside me. “..s-shit..” He moaned out, he began to slowly thrust inside me before quickening his pace. His hands groped my breast roughly, he was moaning and whining all at the same time. “M-mommy..” He moaned out, I grabbed him by the neck pulling him down smashing my lips against his, moaning into his mouth.

A free hand of his inched its way down to my swollen clit, rubbing it as it continues to fuck me harshly. Pulling away from the kiss slowly, our tongues coming undone, “such a good boy for mommy..” That made Matt go wild. “I’m your good boy mommy..i’m your good boy..” He grunted out, his jaw hanging as he pounded himself into me.

I felt so close. The knot building up in my stomach as he played with my nipple with one hand and his other on my clit. “Matt..baby i’m close..” I moaned out, leaning my head back, as he shoved his face into my neck. His breath was hot and heavy, small moans made their way into his grunts, “me too..mommy i need to..inside you..” I gulped as my hand went to his hair, tugging on it, nodding. “fill mommy up baby..” I moaned out, my grip on his hair tightening. The knot in my stomach tightened even more, I couldn’t hold it any longer, I moaned out cumming all over his cock.

Matt’s thrusts were inconsistent, his mouth opening wider as he came deep inside me, giving a last few hard thrusts, before slowly coming to a halt. His face stayed hidden in my neck before he slowly pulled away letting me see his sweat covered face, gently i caressed his cheek, “did such a good job for me baby..” I said softly, Matt gave a sheepish smile, before glancing down at my breast, latching himself onto my nipple suckling at it before pulling away. I could feel him slowly pull out of me along with his cum splurging out. “fuck..come on we have to clean this up and ourselves before Nick and Chris get back..” Matt laughed rubbing his face, “fuck i totally forgot..”

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☆ i need more plus size/cubby readers, male & female— as a bigger person myself i fucking love plus size fics

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☀︎ Your Mom Showed Me Your Baby Pictures ☀︎— Lee Felix

word count: 2.4k

paring: Felix x afab!reader

genre: Fluff

warnings: afab!reader, boyfriend!Felix, pet names (sweetie, love, beautiful, sunshine), kissing (goes no further), engagement, proposing, mentions Hyunjin, if I left anything out please let me know, kinda proof-read

Felix had thought out absolutely everything that you guys would do for your vacation back to his parents house in Australia. He had the restaurants picked, theme parks, beach days, you name it and he’d planned it. Sadly things weren't going to his plan. Due to the sudden change of weather, you'd caught a cold.

It's been three days and your symptoms are barely easing up. Your fever had finally broken early this morning but you still had body aches and a sniffly nose. No matter how much you insisted that you could do everything he wanted, he refused to let you leave the house, which wasn’t a bad thing since this meant that you'd get to know his siblings and parents better. 

Everyone had been super understanding and helpful while you were sick, whether that was his mom making you something to eat that was light on your stomach, or Olivia coming to watch a movie with you (on separate sides of the room so she didn’t get sick), or Rachel bringing you a fresh blanket out of the laundry when Felix had told her you were shaking from your fever. 

They had all been so nice, even before you were sick and just got to talk to them over the phone. His mother and father would constantly ask about you if you weren't present for the calls, at least that's what he told you, sisters texting you constantly to just check in. The funniest conversations were with Olivia though. She would constantly send you funny memes of her older brother or the thirst traps that would pop up on her tik tok, messaging the same thing every time, “this is what you’re into *barf*”. 

Today was no different besides the fact that you'd pulled yourself out of Felixs’ room to sit in the living room when his mother saw you. Her smile warmed the room just like her sons would, making you smile back to her. “Hi sweetie, are you looking for Felix?” She asked you before walking over and rubbing your shoulders, placing her hand on your head to see if you still had a fever.

You now see where Felix gets his tenderness from, it was the woman standing in front of you. Going back to her question, you shake your head before wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “No Mrs. Lee, I just wanted some fresh air… the room was becoming suffocating.” you respond, watching her roll her eyes when you call her that as she's told you many times you just refer to her as mom at least a hundred times by now. “Gotcha, well he went out to lunch with his father and sisters, so it's just the two of us here right now. Are you hungry? I can make you something.” but before she finished speaking, you're being pulled to the table and she disappears into the kitchen.

You sit and listen to her little stories of when the Lee siblings were little, giggling when she makes sure to tell you the embarrassing things Felix did while he was still in school. Eventually food was done and she'd made enough for the both of you to have lunch together, saying it was nice was an understatement. The food was delicious and her company was amazing, always making sure that you were okay and didn't need more to drink, getting you the medication you needed for your cold, talking to you not only about her kids but also asking you about your childhood and your parents.

Once lunch was over, the two of you had moved back to the livingroom and continued the conversation on the couch. Suddenly she stands up and hurries out, only to return with large books and a bright smile. “Has Felix ever shown you any of his baby pictures?” She asks as she sits back beside you, quite close so that you could look through the books together. You simply shake your head with a large smile, excited for what would come next.

The two of you flip through the books, giggling at the silly photos, stopping when his mother would start telling the story behind certain ones. You couldn't hold in a particularly loud laugh when you see a photo of him from the early years of grade school, leaned up against what looks like a tree in a white button up with a blue grid pattern. “He looks like a little business man!” you say as you look over at his mother who's nodding her head laughing with you. “That's what happens when dad picks your clothes for picture day.”

You flip through more pages, taking a couple pictures of the ones you'd want to look back at. Some time goes by and you've finished looking through the photos, his mother puts the books away and not soon after, the rest of the family walks through the door. You smile when you see your sweet sunshine walk inside, making his way straight to you. You stand up and hug him tightly, his arms pulling you tightly to him by your lower back before pulling one away to feel your head. “No fever, Love?” he asks you, brushing the hair out of your face. “It broke this morning before I woke up, I've been spending time with your mom.” You respond, looking over at her before you see her put a finger over her lips, silently shushing you and you know why, his baby pictures.

A few days have passed since then and since you were finally feeling better, the two of you started doing all of the things that Felix had planned. You're out at dinner with your boyfriend and you couldn't have asked for anything more. The two of you ate and held small conversations, telling him about lunch with his mother the other day and him telling you about everything he did with his father and sisters while you were sick. Dinner was eventually over and the two of you were on your way back before Felix suddenly turned in the opposite direction of his house. 

You just look at him for a few minutes before curiosity gets the best of you. “Lixie, where are we going?” The question leaving your lips, making him glance over at you before slowly grabbing your hand in his free one, pulling it up and rubbing your knuckles against his lips. “You just looked so pretty in that dress, I wasn't ready to go home yet.” He answers, car turning again making your eyes fall away from him only to be met with the sight of water, the moon reflecting on it and waves gently splashing against the bay. Your cheeks flushed as he parked the car, getting out and walking to your side, opening the door for you and slowly taking off the white heels that matched your dress before helping you out of the car.

He carried you to the sand so that the road wouldn't hurt your feet. You insisted that if he had let you keep on your heels, you could have walked but he didn’t want them to be ruined by the sand. Once into the sand, Felix slowly puts you down, making sure both feet are on the ground before completely letting you go. He looks at you with a smile, glancing quickly down at your lips before putting his hands on your hips and pulling you close to him before gently placing his lips against yours. The kiss is very gentle, lips moving against the others with a slight rhythm, your arms draped over his shoulders as you play with his hair and his hands moving to your lower back, rubbing small circles.

Once you break away from the kiss, you lean your forehead against his before giggling and running towards the water. You're about to shin deep when Felix finally gets in since he had to take off his socks and shoes as well as roll up his pants quite a bit so that they didn't get too wet. He runs up to you causing the water to splash and you to squeal as the cold water suddenly hits the back of your thighs, his arms wrapping around you, kissing your shoulder gently. “Now we're both all wet, what about your car?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow when he starts giggling, smile shining so bright even in the dark.

“So… there's actually towels in the backseat. I knew that I would eventually take you to the beach so I put them in the car just before we found out you caught a cold.” He admits, moving a hand from your back to the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly. You can't help but laugh before cupping his cheeks to make him look at you then showering his face in soft but quick pecks. This makes him chuckle, putting his hands on yours before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, putting on a soft playlist that Hyunjin had sent to him when he told him his plan. 

“May I have this dance, beautiful?” he asks, nerves building in his stomach with his hand outstretched to you. You nod, softly placing your hand into his. The two of you dance slowly, hearing him hum along before he slowly spins you making you laugh as the water splashes around you. You both somehow manage to make it back into the sand as the song changes, sand sticking to your feet but the two of you could care less. The only thing that mattered in this very moment was each other.

“I want you to spin three times for me this time with your eyes closed, okay?” He asks, words more like a demand than a question so you simply nod. He smiles sweetly before spinning you, making sure your eyes are closed on the first spin, he reaches into his pocket and drops down onto his knee. He watches the way that your dress spins with you, the way your hair flows in the wind so effortlessly and the beautiful smile on your face as you make that third spin. He knew now that he was making the right decision. His nerves climb into his throat when you've stopped spinning.

You open your eyes only to realize you're facing the wrong way which makes you laugh. “Lixie why didn't you tell me to turn arou-” You ask him, lips falling silent before you could finish your sentence when you see him. He's in front of you on one knee, smiling so bright you’d bet your last dime that it'd put the sun itself out of business. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you step closer to him, each step shaky as if you're unsure that your legs can hold you up.

“L/n Y/n, you're the most amazing, beautiful, funniest, most caring person I've ever had the opportunity to meet. You always make me smile, help me through anything that I’m having trouble with and even though you get into my baked goods before I say anything about it amazes me. The way that you also take care of my friends makes me realize every single day what an amazing person you are. I’m in love with you and have been since that first date we went on. Will you make me the happiest man to walk the earth and spend the rest of my life with me? Will you marry me?” He asks a bit shaky in the beginning, finding more confidence in his words as he continues.

“Yes!! Oh my god Yes!!” you shout at him with excitement before you drop to your knees in front of him. He gently grabs your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. It was a perfect fit and he couldn't thank Olivia more for finding out your ring size for him a few months ago. You look at your hand in his and the beautiful ring on your finger as you feel your bottom lip begin quivering. You look up at him, noticing that his is the same, eyes watering as yours do the same. 

You quickly wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly and kissing him a bit hard but neither of you care. Both of you stay like this for some time before slipping apart, staring at each other, laughing softly as he rubs the new ring on your hand. Eventually the both of you make your way back to the car, drying off after using a water bottle out of the car to get all the sand off. The ride home wasn't a long one but time has felt at stand still since you saw him on one knee. 

You both walk back inside and to his room, changing into more comfortable clothes and crawling into the bed. You put your phone on the charger and he finally sees your lock screen. “What was that?” He asks, a bit shocked when he sees the photo. How'd you get that? Isn't that his moms coffee table? “Hmm?” is all you say back to him, acting clueless as you try to finish getting ready for bed. “Y/n. How'd you get that photo?” He asks, knowing the answer but he wants you to confirm it. “Oh, you mean the little cutie on my lock screen? Your mom showed me your baby pictures the other day and I just couldn't help it. I wanted to be able to look at it again without having to bother her.” You answer him.

“This is what I get for telling her that I was gonna propose to you while we're here.” He rumbles as he rubs his temples. “Oh shush. You look like a cute little business man who is now all grown up and oh so very very handsome and engaged.” You say, pushing your hand in his direction which makes him smile. He gently grabs your hand and his phone in the other, taking a picture of your hand and sending it to his group chat. 

1 Attachment. “I did it you guys!! She's gonna be Mrs. Lee Y/n soon!!”

He then locks his phone, hearing the pings going off but his attention has shifted back to you, gazing lovingly at you as you brush your hair. 

“I’m in love with you, Beautiful.”

“And I’m in love with you, Sunshine.”

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[detectivestucks]

Date Crasher

18+ Content Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Your toxic ex-husband Kakashi crashes your first date since the divorce and you fall into his baby trapping scheme when you look to use him for a one night stand.

Warnings: NSFW, Baby Trapping, Public sexual acts, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Oral, Unprotected Penetration, Degradation.

Word Count: 3.4k

Anon Ask

Tonight was a big night. After months of wallowing in self pity you’re finally doing it. You’re finally going on a date. You’re not expecting to find love on the first try or anything, you just want to dip your toe in the dating pool. Maybe even splash around a little bit. A hot makeout session and maybe even cuddles would be nice. Nothing serious, just a small ego boost from a nice guy. 

It had been forever since the last time you were on a date. You didn’t know how to dress for one anymore so you just wore your favorite outfit. Was it really girly? Yeah, but it looked cute and you felt confident. Nothing could make you feel more beautiful than your sparkly pink body con dress. The fabric stretched over your hips just right, tapering in to hug your thighs and accentuate your coke bottle figure. 

As you gaze in the mirror you realize this is the prettiest you’ve felt ever since your ex husband cheated on you. You scan yourself up and down as you soak in the figure of a woman you had since forgotten. A tear begins to well in your eye before you blink it away and grab your bag to leave.

You head to the restaurant and wait at the bar for your date to arrive. After your second tequila sunrise you decide to slow down, not wanting to be drunk before your date arrives despite how calming the liquor is to your nerves. You chase the lime wedge around the bottom of your glass with the tiny ink colored straw when you hear a woman clear her throat. You begin to stand as your eyes glance up to meet the hostess.

“Evening miss, your table is read-”

The small woman gasps as a strong hand comes down on your shoulder pushing you back into your seat.

“She won’t be needing that table. Now scram.”

Her tiny frame, after a quick nod, disappeared from view as she slipped through the crowd that mingled around the bar. Hand still pressed on your shoulder, there was suddenly a warm tickle in your ear.

“Now just what do you think you’re doing here?”

“Moving forward”

“Oh no sweetcheeks, you’re not moving anywhere. Did you really think I’d let my wife go outside wearing that slutty get up?”

“I’m not your wife anymore.”

“You’ll always be my wife. When will you realize that. I own you, sweetie?”

You shove his hand off of your shoulder and make to stand up and leave when his other hand grabs you.

“Not so fast, babe. We’re not done here.”

“Yes we are.” You say, ripping your arm out of his grasp. “Now, I need to call my date and reschedule seeing as you’ve officially ruined my mood.”

“Don’t bother. He’s not coming.”

You freeze and turn around. “What did you do?”

A coy smirk grows beneath his mismatched eyes.

“Kakashi, what did you do?”

“I gave that twerp a proper warning outside to stay away from my wife.”

You let out a huff in frustration. “I’m not your wife!”

“YES YOU ARE!” he boomed the words so loud that the restaurant fell silent.

Your eyes flick around the room in embarrassment. “Our nullified marriage license would disagree.” You give one more glance around the bar. “Can we please not have this fight in public?”

“We wouldn’t have to fight at all if you’d just let me come home.”

”You’re not coming home because you cheated Kakashi. You broke our marriage the moment you stuck your pecker inside another woman. Don’t blame me for the fruits of your labor just because they taste bitter.” You grab your purse and start to head towards the door.

“There you go with your high and mighty speech again.”

“Leave me alone Kakashi.”

“No, not till you see reason.”

“You’re the one who needs a reality check.” you say haughtily as you walk away.

Kakashi is hot on your tail as he once more grasps your arm. He pulls you out of the restaurant, dragging you down the street.

“Kakashi let go of me! Let go!” Your arm tries clawing him off of you but he drags you into a vacant alleyway and shoves you against the wall. Your hands are pinned against the rust colored brick on either side of your face. Hot breath fills your ear with that sultry deep voice.

“What were you going to do with that little punk, huh? All slutted out in your favorite pink dress? Were you gonna let him touch you?”

Kakashi rolls his hips into you and you feel that familiar sensation of fear and arousal blended together. 

“Were you gonna give my pretty lips away to some other man?”

He lunges in to kiss you, swirling his tongue around your mouth before biting down on your lower lip. Tears splash down your cheeks during his forced passion. You didn’t want this. You wanted an awkward first date with a nice guy, but instead you’re trapped under your toxic ex husband.

Kakashi lets go of your wrists to grab covetously around your waist, pulling you in and squeezing you against his defined chest. His kiss becomes more desperate while you vainly attempt to push him off of you. 

“You’re never going to find someone else who knows you like I do sweet cheeks. No one else will ever satisfy you the way I do.” 

His lips ghost over your cheek and trail down to your chin. You can’t help the way it steals your breath.

“No Kashi.”

“No baby, you don’t get it. We belong together.” He starts kissing your neck, softly lulling you into a state of compliance. “We still have a future together.”

“Kakashi, please.”

“Please what baby? What does my good girl want?”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted him to stop and leave you alone but you also wanted him to keep going and touch you the way he used to. What he says is true, no one makes you feel the way he does. No one can make your skin flush the way he can. No one makes your legs shake like he does. 

“Come on baby, what does my sweetcheeks want?”

Your eyes close as you breathe “Kiss me.”

“Gladly”

He restrains your hands above your head with one hand even though you were no longer fighting him and with the other her laces his fingers through your hair just above the nape of your neck. He pulls your head forward till your face is crashing into his, squishing your nose against his in a searing kiss. He rubs his pelvis along your hip as he sucks on your tongue, pulling it from your mouth into his. You moan into him and he knows he’s won back his little wife temporarily. 

“Moanin like a little whore, huh? Is that what you are?” he teases “You daddy’s little whore?”

You look up at him through your lashes hating how much you loved how he degraded you.

“Yeah, you’re daddy’s whore alright which means I get to take these.”

Kakashi’s hand slips from your hair and pulls up the hem of your dress, phishing underneath for your panties. He rubs his fingerpads over the fabric, massaging your clit and making you squirm. Just when his hand works you into a fever, he slips under the elastic band and yanks them down to your knees where they fall to the asphalt in the dark alley, pooling around your shoes. 

“Now she’s dressed like a whore.” he whispers into your ear as he brings his hand up to cradle your heat before dipping his pointer and middle fingers past your folds. A gasp slips from your lips and the cocky smirk on his face makes you twist in frustration. He loves the control he has over your body. He loves how he plays you like a fine tuned instrument. His fingers disappear inside of your gummy interior as he buries them deep within your walls quickly and repeatedly. You moan and squirm in his grasp. The squelching sounds from under your dress become louder with each stroke of his hand.

“Please Kashi, slow down, I’m gonna…” but you were growing too dumb from his hand to continue.

“Gonna what baby?”

“M’gonna…gonna”

“Speak sweetcheeks”

You choke out your next words, “m’gonna cum”

Your eyes cross and a creamy substance surrounds Kakashi’s knuckles. He withdraws his hand and smells his fingers, loving the sweet stench. Lapping up your tangy juices from his knuckles, he licks his lips before feeding you his fingers to finish it off. 

“Looks like someone remembers who she belongs to. Let's get my slut home.”

“No wait!”

Kakashi pockets your underwear before pulling the skirt of your dress above your hips and exposing your entire sex. He then slings you over his shoulder so the whole street would see your bare cunt as Kakashi carried you to his car.

“Kashi, put me down!”

One arm hugging around your kicking legs, with the other he buried his knuckles back into your slit, finger fucking you into silence as he walked.

“Kashi, s’so embarrassing” you whisper between gasps, head dangling upside down while one hand claws at his shirt, the other clutching your purse.

Many sounds of surprise and disgust were heard from onlookers but Kakashi didn’t care. He relished in the power. He enjoys embarrassing you the way you embarrassed him in your meaningless divorce. 

As he carries you into the parking garage a group of drunk men saw you and catcalled. Kakashi asked them if they wanted a taste of your gushing wet pussy and two of them agreed eagerly. 

“Kakashi, no!”

“Quiet slut!” he yells with a harsh smack to your ass. 

You whimper as the stranger’s hands run up the back of your thighs and grip your stinging cheeks before you feel his steamy breath against your labia. He laughs before diving his tongue into your unconsenting cunt. The man moaned from your sweet fluids and began to bury his face in your warmth. 

“Say thank you, Y/N”

“T-thank you, ahh!”

His tongue began scooping out your tangy arousal before his friend became impatient and pushed the man away to get his fill. Both of his hands came down on your ass as he stood behind you and began to suck on your clit. 

“Don’t just moan like an ill-mannered whore. Thank the man.”

“Thank you sir!” you say through clenched teeth.

“Thank you for what?” Kakashi barked

“Thank you for sucking on my pussy!”

You scream and shake before more cream comes dripping out of your entrance. The second stranger gladly slurps it up before Kakashi continues walking you to his car. Your freshly wet sex feels cold against the night air as he makes his way through the garage but your face is hot with embarrassment.

Once you come up to the royal blue Corvette he sets you down, both hands cupping your face to kiss you tenderly before he spins you around and bends you over the hood of his car.

“You love being a little slut. Look how wet you are cause some strangers wanted a snack.” Kakashi slapped your plush behind violently, making you scream.

“But you’re done being their toy. Now it’s my turn.”

He slaps you again, both the sound of the sting and your scream reverberate off the concrete walls. Kakashi hurriedly unbuckles his pants to free his raging cock from its confines. He presses the tip to your folds which part easily for him, welcoming him back to his rightful home.  

A whorish groan spills out of you as the familiar stretch loosens your silky walls. 

“Yeah, that’s right, groan for your daddy.”

You close your eyes and hum, the embarrassment ebbing away slightly as his strokes satisfy an itch that you cannot scratch all on your own. 

“That’s right baby. Remember me? Remember how good I make you feel?”

You try to ignore him as your body reacts in bliss. You didn’t want his words tainting the utter euphoria it is to have him inside of you. 

“No one else can do this to you. Not like I can.”

“Please shutup.” you slur between gasps as he pounds into you with loud wet slaps. 

Your hands had been bracing the hood of his car but your outburst of sass made him steal your wrists and pin them behind your back. With one hand he restrained you, with the other he fisted your hair just like in the alleyway.

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way, little slut.”

He snarls and though you hate him, you loved how rough he was being with you. 

“I’ll speak to you however I want, cheater.”

“You’ll respect your daddy.”

He pistons into you to quiet your retort as your hips collide with the car’s paint over and over. You can’t help the way he causes you to unravel when speared on his dick like a spit. 

“You’re mine sweetcheeks. Always will be.”

He pulls your hair as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a grunt of discomfort from the tug and it only reaffirms his control. 

Soon he stands up to his full height again before pumping away inside of you. Your eyes cross as you feel your legs give out from the intensity of the throbbing in your cunt. Each harsh thrust steals your breath away till you babble on his cock and cum comes gushing out. 

“See baby? All mine.”

He takes you and shoves you into his passenger side seat before slamming the door shut.

“Hey! Kakashi, let me out!”

Kakashi rounds his car and gets in the driver’s side.

“What the hell? You have the child lock on? Are you insane?”

He doesn’t respond. He only turns over the engine.

“Just cause we fucked one time doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. I just needed to get my rocks off.”

“Stop being a brat. We’re going home.”

You were livid. He was quite literally abducting you and you had no way of stopping him. You groaned knowing you were at the mercy of his sick mind and were going to have to pay for an Uber to come back and get your car whenever he released you from his dumb games.

“If I hear any more of your sass that pretty pussy’s gonna get it once we’re home.”

You purse your lips together before chewing on the inside of your cheek. This man is out of his mind. He’s delusional. He seriously thinks you’re just gonna go along with all of this?!

He pulls up to the house, opens up the garage and parks inside. You wait not so patiently for him to round the car and open the door for you.

“Fine, I’m home now. You can leave.”

Kakashi’s hand swiftly strikes your face. You cup your cheek in shock.

“Don’t tell me to leave my own home.”

The glare you give him would frighten most but he’s completely indifferent to your rage. 

“I’m not leaving my wife or my home ever again.” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you close to his face. You can smell the hint of mouthwash lingering on his tongue as he speaks. “Do you understand? You’re not moving on from me. Ever.”

The way he snarls at you almost makes you believe he cares. Like he must love you but alas he doesn’t know how to love. He only knows how to fuck and it’s easy to get them confused. 

“Drop the act Kakashi. This was just sex and you know it.”

He spins you around so he is behind you. One of his hands comes up to your neck and the other to your chest where he gives you a good squeeze. 

“This isn’t just about sex and you know it. Now walk.”

The two of you stumble to your once shared bedroom and he throws you down on the mattress. Climbing in, the springs give way under his weight and he positions himself over your body. 

“I’m gonna take good care of my pretty baby. Gonna make sure she’s satisfied like a good husband.”

You roll your eyes in response and he slaps your face once more. You look up at him gobsmacked. “I said to stop behaving like a brat.”

Kakashi pins your arms above your head and lunges in for your lips. His mouth strays from your lips and greedily explores your body, licking and nipping your neck, collarbone, and chest. His hands slide from your wrists up your palms and his fingers slip between yours. Your back arches up, pushing your chest up into his. He grinds up against you, mindlessly relieving his aching member while he happily invites his lips to roam wherever they please. 

You fall back into your old ways, moaning as your skin is tickled by him. Was he a walking red flag? Absolutely, but did he know how to touch you? 

“Yes”

Kakashi groans as he lifts your dress, pulling it off of your figure. You raise your hips and then your shoulders as he drags the fabric up and over your head. Your naked silhouette lay bare beneath him and the drool quite literally falls from the corner of his mouth. 

You feel the warm droplet splash your skin as he unbuttons the front of his pants. Hands brushing up along your sides, sliding under your shoulders, and clutching your back. Muscular physique pressing against your form before he lines up his tip. 

It slowly pushes past your sopping lips before parting your gummy interior, seeking to bully against your cervix and push his precum up into your uterus. Soft little mewls sputter from your mouth, clenching around the girth that has always brought you ecstasy. 

A creamy ring already forms around his base and he can feel the coolness of the bedroom air with each withdrawal as you paint him in an increasingly thick coat of your arousal. The chill is a stark contrast to the warmth of your walls that he plunges back into rhythmically. 

He is never letting you go again, no matter what you say. You will stay by his side. He will ensure it. Thoughts of moving back in and living out the rest of his life with you consume his mind. His pounding triples in enthusiasm and your body is pushed up the bed slowly. 

Your hands move to clutch his chest when he flips you to your belly. One leg is settled between his knees and the other is bent by your waist. The angle’s deep and stroking a spot so sweet you forget about the other woman who broke your marriage. 

The blankets scrunch from your fingers clutching them tight as you brace yourself for his beating. Snapping hips pummeling into your cheeks as you look back at the towering frame behind you.

“Yes sweetie, you can cum. You don’t have to ask.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as your legs quake beneath him. Fluid drips down onto the bed from the pleasure that rips through you leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Still shaking from the aftershocks, Kakashi grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffs it beneath your hips, then closes your legs between his own. 

He falls to all fours, thrusting up into you with every drop of passion in his body. Your sensitive cunt clumps around him unable to handle how his mushroom head pulls along your silken interior. Your moans echo around the room, body twisting in pleasure. Curses flow from his tongue as he grunts, dropping to his elbows to kiss the back of your neck. 

Little ‘I love you’s’ are whispered into your ear as punctuated thrusts slam into your abdomen. His seed bursts all over your walls coating every centimeter of your insides. Kakashi rolls you on your back, swinging your feet over his shoulders and continues fucking his hot fluids deeper, leaning down and tilting your pelvis up to keep his spend inside. He lets himself grow soft in you as he keeps you pinned beneath him. 

His soft pointed nose nuzzles behind your ear, and you feel his grip on your arms tighten before he says the words,

“I’m coming home for good cause this baby’s gonna need a father and I know you’re ovulating today.”

Masterlist

[one-vivid-judgment]

You know what I love about the Ichigang? That they were all alone and at rock bottom at some point, with no one to rely on for support:

- Nanba wanted to be like Nightingale, but then got fired because he took the fall for someone else, who ended up having lied to him for her own benefits. His brother was being watched by the Geomijul and then disappeared; Nanba spent a long ass time homeless and not knowing if his brother was alive or not. 

- Adachi lived with the Kusumi incident in his conscience for years, hating Horinouchi's guts and hoping to find something to take the guy down. First he's demoted to the license center, then he's straight up fired. No job, no retirement, man never got married or had a family. The Barkeep even says he's "not usually a happy drunk" and that "it's the first time in a long time I see him smile like that".

- Saeko's family life is a DISASTER. Her mom died, her sister wants nothing to do with her (to the point where they were both working for the same guy and Nanoha EXPLICITLY told Nonomiya not to tell her sister about it, even when things were tough and she could've used Saeko's help), her dad is old and dying. She is on her own and basically only has her girls and Nonomiya—until Nonomoya dies, and she's conflicted cause sure, he wasn't the best guy around, but he was still there for her when she needed, and now he's gone. 

- Yeonsu's life, man. Yeonsu's fucking life. His dad was a drunkard who abused his son and cared about him so little that he had no qualms basically giving Yeonsu up as tribute to the Jingweon mafia to turn him into their leader's double—mind you, this means he could've been killed at any point. He basically lived as the shadow of someone else for years, never being seen for himself but for Joongi Han. 

- Zhao's Liumang leader status was passed down from his dad. He was doing a good job although he's clearly more passionate about cooking and having his restaurant—that he doesn't mind a simpler life and even EMBRACES it and gets angry when anyone suggests he's "just some chef". He still lead the Liumang though. And then his men and right hand turn on him and try to get him killed and what do you know, suddenly there is nothing anymore. 

- Seonhee was a kid when the whole Jingweon mafia shit show happened and then it all came crashing down. Her people who managed to escape alive were left on their own and abandoned until the Geomijul was created. 

- Even Eri, the optional party member, was in a similar situation. She was tricked by Hosho and her company was at the verge of shutting down, and when she thought she had a chance to get back on her feet thanks to Nonomiya's help, she finds out he died, and basically, as far as she knows, all hope is lost. 

And then, Chitose and Tomizawa. I feel they are the perfect example of how easy it is to stray and go down the wrong path when you are in that type of situation, and how even the tiniest kind gesture can do wonders to you:

- Chitose was a sheltered rich girl whose whole life was dictated by her parents. She craved the independence and the freedom and she wanted CONNECTION—which is how she ended up falling in Eiji's trap and being blackmailed for years and manipulated into using people who actually cared about her and with whom she was finally developing that connection she always yearned for. As far as she knows, said people will push her to the side as soon as they find out about her betrayal, and then she'll be alone again. 

- Tomizawa was living the live with his girlfriend, a nice job and a kid on the way—until Dwight and the Barracuda pinned their crimes on him. He went to jail, Marie lost the baby and then disappeared, he's blacklisted from every bank and had to go to Yamai for help with his debts, and after that, he basically became a puppet who did everythint Yamai asked him to out of fear. He hates himself for being a coward who's not able to pull the trigger even when it's necessary, and he blames himself for everything that happened. He is a horrible person in his own eyes, and as far as he knows, there is no getting out of this situation. 

And then there is Ichi, who has seen nothing but rock bottom for so fucking long but still manages to see the bright side of things. He is a good person, sometimes borderline stupid and his choices end up making his superiors (aka Sawashiro) mad. But it doesn't matter how much life beats him down, he always gets back up because he has that "once you hit rock bottom, the only way is up" philosophy. And, although some of his friends have used him for their benefit or straight up assaulted him, Ichi never turns his back on them. Because he KNOWS how it feels to be alone and to not have anyone there for you, anyone that you can rely on, and if he can be that someone, then he WILL be. If he can change a single person's life, he WILL. 

Anyway, I love the Ichigang so much and these are the kind of thoughts I have about them at 1 a.m

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I don't want to set any unreasonable expectations, but the sleight of hand and legerdemain mention in S3 could also be referring to the status of Syd and Carmy's relationship.

While I think it definitely refers to the fine dining smoke and mirrors going on (while The Bear is broke, changing the menu everyday Jeffery Ballet, trying to recreate Empire), and Carmy being trapped in his own illusions of grandeur (and trapping others with him, primarily Syd, who shields the others), it could also be about their relationship.

There is plenty of subtle evidence of stuff happening, and maybe more off screen. First and foremost, their comfort at showing resentment of each other while sticking it out regardless. They behave like a married couple bickering in several scenes. There is a subtle progression here:

Syd calling herself his accomplice is a big one for me. Seems a bit resigned, doesn't she?

Carmy' wanting to lock down Syd by promising her the star and a partnership agreement to make it legal. Which she is hesitant to do for a number of reasons.

Syd making the margins wider for him after the funeral of Marcus's mother, where the message we know they hear is that they have to look at each other close up. It indicates Syd reaching for him emotionally.

Carmy telling Syd she's dressed nice and obviously wondering where she's been outside the restaurant. The way their voices both get soft in this scene. I know people think stuff will happen with Luca, but really, it set up Syd as "cheating" on their restaurant this season just like he did last season with the C-person.

How did Syd get her apartment lease when she has bad credit and would likely need someone to co-sign? It's not her dad's doing, the show made sure we knew that. It's likely Carmy. And she's on deferred pay.

Carmy saying he's sick of this shit. He is sick of the restaurant. He is very clearly not sick of Syd, though!

Syd treating Nat, Pete, and the baby like family and looking out for them. His whole family pressuring her to sign the agreement.

Carmy telling her to go home and get some rest and he'll finish up in Apologies, and also asking her to be his plus one in public outside the restaurant.

Him cleaning his side of the street up, spraying off shit in the back of The Bear and seeming somehow mostly unbothered and feeling hopeful about the future even after Cicero tells him about pulling the funding and pressuring him to talk to his mom. Why? Because he knows he's going to see Syd later.

Carmy getting ready to go to the Ever dinner. We see he has a scrunchie and there are hairpins on his dresser. Syd pins her hair up for the Ever dinner. She wears scrunchies. It's on the prayer card and Syd is associated with Mikey constantly. Carmy makes sure to get there before her so he can introduce her and have her be seen with him.

Despite what happens with Chef David, he comes out on the other side seeming more clear-headed about what he wants. Then, the other shoe(s) drop in true cliffhanger finale style.

In S4, my expectation is that we're going to get a lot of Syd POV about all of this.

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Second Chances - Part Two of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader

Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock.

Word Count: 3708

Tags/Warnings: Profanity, fluff, minor injuries, bad food, minor car accident.

A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I couldn't resist--I gotta have me some Beau while writing Dean! This is a brand new story of Beau and female reader!

Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Two: First Date Disaster

Beau was in trouble.

He stared at his minuscule closet, of the clothing he had, and would be damned if he knew what to wear for his date tonight. It wasn’t fancy; he didn’t want to go overboard. That’d make it seem he was overcompensating. He also didn’t go too casual; Mama Arlen would skin him alive if she found out he took a girl to a McDonald’s or something for the first date.

No, he was going to take Y/N to a decent restaurant in Big Sky. It was new, so he hoped it was up to snuff. He just didn’t want to do shirt and jeans. Nor did he want to go with a fancy suit.

Fuck. Dating wasn’t supposed to be hard! When he courted Carla, it’d been easy. He’d charmed her with a picnic out in Austin by the lake, and it ended with one hell of a kiss.

He hadn’t been on a date in… shit, twenty years. He felt old. Out of touch.

With a mutter, he grabbed a button-up shirt and a pair of his best jeans—look, ma, no holes! Then tugged on his best pair of boots. A Texan in Montana. God help him.

It’d have to do. He looked his reflection over and felt those first date jitters. He liked what he knew of Y/N. Her daughter—God, what a kid—charmed him with her ferocity. He only hoped they felt the same about him.

With a quick check of his beard, pleased that it was looking decently trimmed and no food trapped in the bristles, he went to his truck and headed off to pick up Y/N.

The texts between them had been cute so far. Once he got home from his grocery run and initial meeting of her, he'd texted her right away, choosing to be adorable (in his mind):

Hey, hope this isn't too late to bother you. Hope you got home safe with the little wolf-child.

He didn't have to wait long. Y/N got back to him, replying with:

She stayed asleep the whole time I was bringing groceries in. She’s still asleep. You must have the magic touch.

Absurdly, that made him smile. He liked to think so, given how difficult Emily had been as a baby. Colicky, they knew now. But then, Beau was always a charmer. He couldn't resist with:

I try to reserve it for special occasions. Don’t want to lose the magic.

He didn’t know what inspired him to do that, but Y/N's response had him nearly dropping his bottle of beer into the campfire.

Oh? I hope I get the special occasion soon.

Goddamn. He liked her already.

Beau thought back to that exchange, bit back a grin. He normally didn't like to rush the flirtation, the dating, the warm buildup to taking a woman to bed. Y/N was making him rethink that after that little bit of flirting.

Then his tire blew out. Wildly the truck swerved, and he swore up a storm as he fought to keep it from flipping over. He counted his blessings as it stuttered to the shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest. Sweet Lord... that was too close.

Grumbling, Beau sent a quick text to Y/N to let her know he had to replace a flat—another one, dammit!—and would be there as quick as he could. At this rate, he was going to have to have the other tires checked be replaced before this happened again.

He grabbed his jack and lug wrench and went to work. His luck was spectacularly bad tonight. The lug nuts wouldn’t move. He swore, shifted his stance and thank God it moved—!

He tried again and it loosened so fast he stumbled forward and scraped his knuckles across the road. The pain was furiously bad and he saw his knuckles bleeding. Just fucking great.

He grabbed a bandana, wrapped up his hand, and went to work. After swearing and sweating, he finally got the tire switched out. Thank God he paid for a full sized spare so he wouldn’t have to worry about the spare blowing out in the long drive from his trailer to town.

Then he looked down at his shirt. His white shirt… was no longer white. It was smeared with tire dust and oh great, blood. Now he’s a mess.

He debated going back to his trailer to change, then opted not to be even later. He could stop by the sheriff’s department and grab his spare there instead.

He texted Y/N to let her know he’s on his way and apologized for being late. She responded so quickly he worried she’d been impatiently waiting for him. Then he read it:

I’m glad to hear you’re all right! Please, don’t rush. I’d rather be late than have you get into an accident. I’ll see you soon.

He smiled. An understanding woman. He was lucky. Relieved, he headed back onto the road and made the detour to the sheriff’s department to change out his shirt and bandage up his hand. His knuckles looked raw; that was gonna leave a scar.

He sighed. Wouldn’t be the first.

He got to Y/N’s home only 35 minutes late, which made him cringe. He liked being prompt. Damned tire.

He knocked on her door and called up his best smile. She opened it and oh my God—she was gorgeous. She did something to her hair that just made him want to run his fingers through it and pull her in for a kiss.

He fought the urge. Barely.

She looked him over, and something sparkles in her eyes as she zeroed on his face. “Beau… you have a smear of oil or something on your cheek.”

“Aw hell,” he muttered, lifting a hand to feel the stickiness.

That was when she saw his bandages and her smile dropped, replaced with concern. “Oh my God, are you okay?”

“I’m a klutz today, apparently,” he said. “Lug wrench slipped and my knuckles saved me. I’ll be all right. You’re sweet to worry, darlin’.”

She smiled faintly. “Well, let’s get your face cleaned up and then we can go, how’s that?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She had to use Dawn. Thank God that soap was a miracle worker because it was either that or some powerful Orange cleaner which usually stank to high hell. Once his face and hands were thoroughly cleaned and his hand re-bandaged—she’d insisted and he wasn’t about to say ‘no’—they were off to the restaurant.

Y/N glanced at him as he drove. “Tell me about the restaurant.”

“Well,” he said, tapping his thumb in the steering wheel, “it’s a new place. Hadn’t heard much about it, to be honest. Opened up last week. It’s Italian. Hope ya like it.”

“I love Italian,” she said with a smile. “I actually studied in Rome abroad for a semester when I was in college.”

“No foolin’,” he said with a surprised smile. “Got ourselves a well-traveled woman.”

She laughed. “Not really! Just one semester but God, I loved it. The food, the atmosphere. Walked the Coliseum. I wouldn’t mind going back.” She slanted a look at him. “What about you?”

“Never left the country if that’s what you’re asking about,” he said, and smiled. “Does coming from Texas count?”

“I had a suspicion you weren’t a Montana native,” she teased and he laughed. His accent was a dead giveaway.

“Been in Big Sky all your life outside of Rome?” he asked, intrigued. He liked her. She was easy to talk to.

“No. Moved a bit around for a while. Originally from Billings,” she replied. “My parents are still there.”

“Yeah? Nice to be close by,” he mused. He thought of his parents for a moment, still in Texas. He called them often, especially his mother.

“It is. I moved to Big Sky a few years ago. I rather like it,” she went on. “How about you?”

“Came here two years ago,” he answered, turning down the road to the restaurant. “Followed my daughter when her mother decided to come here. Ended up working at the sheriff’s department and decided to stay.”

“Emily, right?”

He liked that she remembered. “Yep,” he pulled into the parking lot. Beau couldn’t decide if he was happy to see a small number of cars or if he should be concerned. It was prime dining time, after all. “She’s still here, just at university now.”

“Oh yeah?” She unbuckled as he parked. “What is she studying?” She laid a hand on the handle when he made a sound to stop her. “What? What did I do?”

“A gentleman helps the lady out of the car,” he said in an aggrieved tone.

She blinked in surprise. “As a feminist I can’t decide if I should be flattered or offended.”

“Flattered,” he told her as he got out of his side and circled around. When he opened her side, he added, “It ain’t about taking away your autonomy. It’s me treatin’ ya right.”

She smiled at him as he helped her out. “Let me guess… you’ll want to get the door and pull out my seat too?”

He returned her smile, green eyes warm. “Damn right.”

She chuckled. “You surprise me, Beauregard.”

”I could offer you my arm too,” he said, walking beside her. “If ya like.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said, and actually paused for him to open the restaurant door. He appreciated her willingness and opened it for her, following her inside.

It seemed pleasant enough, he decided. The interior of the restaurant wasn’t heavily decorated and he had the sense it was struggling to decide how to make its appearance appealing. The servers seemed… to just stand around. Crap, that worried him.

The date had a bad start and he wanted it to end on a good note. He was now wondering if it would even crack neutral.

He cleared his throat loudly to get one of the server’s attention. They glanced over at him boredly and said, “Yeah?”

Beau considered a number of reactions, almost none of them suitable for the sheriff of Big Sky and for the public. He clenched his jaw, bit back his temper, and managed, “We’d like a table. Or would you prefer booth?”

Y/N glanced at the bored server, then at Beau. “Booth,” she said at last, with a tiny smile.

Beau straightened, pleased. It meant they could sit next to each other, really close, too. The server rolled his eyes and walked over to the first booth available. Beau allowed Y/N to sit first, watching as the server set down menus.

Within moments of sliding in, Y/N yelped and pulled her hand away, revealing some half-dried ketchup. “Um... the seat needs to be cleaned.”

“Oh, sorry,” the server said, still sounding as bored as heck. It was starting to irritate Beau. Y/N moved back out and the server wiped it down with a dirty rag. “There you go.”

“No.” Beau’s tone brooked no argument. “New booth. A clean one.”

The server met Beau’s gaze, then his eyes widened. “Uh... sure. Give me a second.”

Y/N glanced at Beau, then at the server. Her final glance at Beau was full of veiled curiosity. “What did you do to him?”

“Just gave him a look.” Beau smiled. “Just makin’ sure he does his job.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh. “God, Beau. It was just a dirty booth. Not a big deal.” She glanced down at her hand and wrinkled her nose. “Let me go wash my hands. I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.” Beau watched her walk away and smiled to himself as he watched her hips sway slightly. He liked her. She was patient, easy-tempered.

Then he turned a chilling look at the server as he wiped down a nearby booth. Beau understood restaurant work wasn’t easy. He had dim memories of himself as a teenager being a bus boy for a local cafe in Dallas. God, that was hell. But he did his damnedest and appreciated the hard work. This just bordered on sheer unwillingness to even half-ass the job.

He rubbed the back of his neck, watching. He made damned sure Y/N would have a clean booth to sit and dine. Bad enough he had a blown tire, scraped knuckles and oil on his face. Y/N had a handful of half-dried ketchup. He really wanted it to end on a good note.

By the time Y/N returned, the booth was clean, new utensils were set down and menus were set aside.

“Ya know, I never got around to answerin’ your question,” Beau said to Y/N as they studied the menus. Y/N glanced at him, puzzled. “You asked what Emily was studying.”

“Oh! So I did.” Y/N set the menu down and put her full attention on him. Beau liked that.

“She’s studying film and media. Fancies herself a future director, I think,” he said with a smile. “Ya should’ve seen her. She’d be carrying around her cellphone and recordin’ everything under the sun with wild commentary.”

“Give me an example.” The fact she leaned forward with intense interest warmed him.

Beau smiled at her. “We spent the summer with her followin’ me around, describin’ every borin’ thing I did at the sheriff’s department.”

“Boring? I never would consider the law enforcement boring,” she said with surprise.

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Normally, I’d agree. This was a rare bout of a borin’ week where she actually, at one point, sat in my chair, feet on my desk, looked at me and went, ‘Dad, your job is boring’.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head. “She sounds like quite the character! I hope my little wolf-child isn’t going to be that bad.”

“She certainly made a good start of it,” he quipped. “I ain’t about to forget nearly being conked with Chef Boyardee cans.”

“Oh God. I’m still sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. She showed a lot of strength of character in that moment.” He had to resist brushing away a loose strand of her hair. “Embrace it. You’ll want that to stick around when she gets older.”

Y/N softened and aw, hell, he gave in. There was a flicker of surprise as he brushed that strand of hair away, tucked it behind her ear. There was a look in her eyes that made him want to kiss her—only to have that moment shatter because the server came over.

Beau resisted the urge to cuss out the server. He was doing his job, even if it ruined a chance to kiss Y/N. Once the orders were given and menus taken, Beau knew the moment was gone. He sighed internally, and tilted his head back to Y/N.

“Ya mind if I ask ya a serious question?”

Y/N’s gaze zeroed on him and he felt surprisingly vulnerable. “You want to ask about Eliza’s father.”

Beau’s brows rose. “Huh. You’re good.”

“After a few rounds of bad dates, I start to figure out it’s one of the bigger questions.” She fiddled with the fork and hesitated a moment. “So… I said I have parents. It’s my mom and step-dad, actually. My parents split when I was young. It wasn’t bad. Just different. And um… three years ago, my father came down with cancer.”

“Aw, darlin’,” he breathed, his heart aching at the way her voice thickened, the way she kept staring at the fork.

“He didn’t make it. I was… we were close. I get along okay with my step-dad, but it’s my father that was like my whole world.” Her gaze flickered to him and he saw the wetness. “Losing him was hard.” She cleared her throat. “There was this guy who came around a lot. We kind of flirted, danced around it for a long time before I lost my father.”

It clicked for Beau. “You found comfort in him.”

Y/N nodded. “We weren’t serious, but it softened the edges. I know that makes me sound easy—”

“Darlin’, it ain’t my place to judge.” She seemed surprised. “I mean it. Not everyone finds the one they’re supposed to be with right away. Sleep around, be celibate, it ain’t my place to decide what’s virtuous.”

Her expression softened. “Thank you for that.” She took a deep breath. “We hung around for a while, then he stopped showing up. I didn’t think too much of it… until I had the positive pregnancy test.”

Beau winced. Grieving her father, man she was sleeping with disappeared, and a positive pregnancy test sounded like a bad combination. “You decided to keep her.”

“I did.” Y/N took a deep breath. “I know it sounded like a bad reason, but I was feeling so lonely and missing my father.” She smiled faintly. “I don’t regret having Eliza. She’s the best thing in my life. She just wasn’t planned.”

“You’re doin’ well with her.”

Y/N smiled at him and he felt his heart do a little flip. “Thank you,” she said with a smile. “That means a lot.”

Dammit. He wanted to kiss her again. “Darlin’…”

“Here are your orders,” the server said, bringing their plates down.

Beau contemplated murder for a long moment. He took a steadying breath and glanced at the server, gave him a tight smile. “Thank you.”

The food at least looked good. In silent agreement, Beau and Y/N dug in. Within the first bite, they both choked. The food was vile. Beau decided his tasted so unappealing he couldn’t even finish chewing it. He grabbed the napkin and spat it out. Y/N did the same.

“Oh my God,” she said in disgust. “That was just…”

“Yeah.” He grabbed his water and took a long drink to wash the taste out of his mouth. “Dear God.”

“That was…” She shook her head. “Three day old food doesn’t even taste that bad.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had anything this bad.” He coughed. “That’s it.” He waved down the server and snapped his fingers before he gestured down at the table. The server wandered over. The moment he was within hearing distance, Beau began. “This stuff is terrible—”

“Yeah, we know,” the server said, and for the first time that night, his voice sounded like it had life.

Beau stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

Y/N glanced at Beau, then the server. “Y-you know?”

“Yeah.” The server shrugged. “The chef’s terrible.”

Beau blinked, confused. “Then get a new chef!”

“Can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“It’s the owner.”

Beau heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. “Right. Lemme guess: ya can’t comp the meal either.”

The server shook his head. “Sorry. All I can do is tell you to please tell everyone that we’re not worth eating at and that way it can close faster.”

Beau narrowed his eyes at the server. “The owner’s your father, isn’t it?”

The server shrugged, sighed, and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Christ.” Beau rubbed his face, then reached back to grab his wallet from his pocket. “What’s the total?”

Y/N quirked a brow at Beau, surprised. The server quoted the estimated cost, and then did a double-take when Beau dropped twice the amount. Even Y/N wasn’t sure how to take it. Beau divided it in half and shoved it to the server.

“Your tip.”

“But… I did a shitty job.”

“Language.” Beau slid out of the booth and offered his hand to Y/N. She took it after a second to realize what he was doing. “Yeah, you did a shitty job, but you had a problem ya couldn’t do much about. Look for another job before your father kills this place. But do me one favor.”

“Uh, yeah, anything,” the server said, still astonished.

“The job may be crappy but don’t half-ass it.” Beau stopped when he realized he used bad language, gave up, and kept going. “Dedicate yourself to it. Nobody deserves bad service off the bat. Don’t take abuse, sure, but don’t give bad service.”

Y/N slid a look at Beau, thoughtful. He still had her hand in his and seemingly didn’t realize he was still holding it.

The server stared at Beau, then nodded. “Yeah… yeah.”

Beau led the way back to the truck. He waited until they exited the restaurant before letting out a huff. “Well, that was a waste. I’m sorry, darlin’.”

“What? Why?” She paused, then added teasingly, “Are you the father, Beau?”

He snorted and laughed. “No. I just… it felt like a whole damned waste.”

“I don’t agree.”

He stopped and looked down at her. There was a faint smile on her face that had him pausing. With the moonlight silvering her hair, she looked almost ethereal. “You surprise me, darlin’.”

“Not many people would actually pay such a nice tip after bad service and a bad meal,” she said. “And you gave good advice on top of it. That’s rather admirable.”

He lightly touched her cheek. “May I kiss you, darlin’?” She barely said ‘yes’ before his mouth was on hers, capturing her lips in a slow, sweet kiss. She began to return it, sliding a hand up his chest. He felt her warmth, and deepened the kiss for a moment. It was tempting, God, to go even further. In the truck. In the parking lot. Slowly, he broke it, and let out a breath.

“No offense, Beau,” she whispered, “but your breath stinks.”

Beau chuckled. “Yeah, yours didn’t taste that good either.”

“That food was really awful,” she said with a laugh. “Never again.”

“Definitely not. You’d do better with me cookin’ dinner, and Emily says my steaks are like rubber.”

Y/N laughed. “I may want to try them one day.”

Beau smiled. “Despite this being a bad first date… you wanna try again?”

“A do-over,” she agreed. “And it wasn’t a bad date, Beau. The food might’ve been awful, but everything else? Fantastic.”

He walked her back to the truck, and they spent the drive back to her home—with a detour to McDonald’s, sorry Mama Arlen—in easy conversation. He gave her another kiss at her door, and felt as though he floated on Cloud Nine.

Bad first date. Great girl.

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Michael Berzatto is immortal

Being the eldest and Donna's favest, came with a price.

He paid with his own life.

In a sense, Michael always tried to shield his 2 younger siblings from the liabilities of being a Berzatto.

That's why he was their "best friend". Because his life mission was protecting/shielding the two cubs, from the enemies.

Whether that meant trying to protect them - to the best of his abilities- from Donna herself, from the pressure of handling the family business that was always about to go under, never really thriving, from themselves and their own shortcomings, etc... He took the blows so his siblings didn't have to. -They did anyway, but he tried to prevent that-.

Pushing his baby brother away -even when Carmy didn't see it or feel it that way- was his way to protect him and set him free so he could realize his full potential, which Mickey knew was never gonna happen if Carmy was confined within The Beef's kitchen making sandwiches.

And among probably a million other stuff his role entailed:

Being always Sugar's airbag when her savior complex got the better of her and exposed her to Donna's wrath.

Being the one who picked up the pieces of, or tried to mend, all the broken relationships in the family, such as Donna's failed marriage, and the toxic mother-daughter relationship Donna and Sugar had all the time.

Being Carmy's best friend because otherwise he wouldn't have any.

IMO in essence that's why Michael ended up killing himself: always trying to be everyone's best friend, or in other words "The Shield".

He was "hilarious". Aha, yeah right. Tell me more...

He carried all that pain inside

Mikey wouldn't express it because that would have been detrimental to the role he felt he had to play in the family. IDK to what extent that role was self-imposed or actually assigned by others at a fairly young age, when he didn't know better, or couldn't fight back, anyhow, he eventually ended up buying fully into it. And one way or the other the result was the same: The cumulative effect of always being the shield was what ended up killing him.

The bullet was just the consequence, but his role was the actual cause of that pain and ultimately his death. A role he could never break free from because he chose the addiction path, or fell into it. But the point is that because of that he couldn't break that cycle he was trapped in of being the scapegoat and in a sense the martyr of the clan.

Canonically the reason for Michael's death was never disclosed, we just know for a fact that he left no suicide letter explaining his motives, but he did leave a note for Carmy, to make sure he knew he loved him (yes, I have a lump in my throat as I type this, moving on) and enough encoded info for him to find the money and hopefully save the place.

My HC is that that was precisely the last straw for Mikey. He couldn't take the guilt of knowing or thinking that he was gonna lose the family business. He couldn't even afford napkins FFS!. He couldn't take the pain and guilt of not being able to fulfill his role this time around. He couldn't take that, which he experienced as a failure and he couldn't forgive himself for that. So he checked himself out, permanently.

My other HC about his death is: Had he received the help he needed, he probably would have been a survivor by now. It breaks my heart.

That's what I want for Carmy soooo bad. I don't want him to follow in the footsteps of his brother, because when Carmy received his inheritance it wasn't just a restaurant and a debt he couldn't afford. It was more than that. It was THE RESPONSIBILITY to succeed where his hero brother had failed. That's how he took it.

And that's a very heavy burden for anyone, especially for someone as mentally "compromised" as Carmy.

Now, as far as I'm concerned, that stopped being a "burden" when Syd came into his life.

She INSPIRED HIM to get better, to turn that place around and make it better, to elevate it and in that way honor his brother's legacy.

It stopped being a heavy burden for him, that could ruin him as it did to Mikey because Syd gave him purpose and he didn't have to carry it all by himself anymore, he had her, and Sugar.

The BEEF had broken that family apart and THE BEAR, the restaurant he wanted to share with Syd, brought it back together.

It's important to notice that Syd was the one who brought Nat on board, not Carm. He accepted that, of course, but he only offered The Bear to Syd. Not to his sister.

Back to Michael: By being the SHIELD for years and focusing on the restaurant that was constantly diving, staying in the family home living under the same roof as Donna, being everyone's best friend, cutting Carmy off cold so he could fly away and be who he had the potential of being, he also allowed Sugar to make her own way away from home, which eventually led her to Pete with whom she raised the beautiful family she never had.

And in a final leap of faith, Mikey left the restaurant and the $ to Carmy trusting he was gonna succeed at what he had failed. And also trusting that Sugar was doing that too, family-wise.

I don't think Michael knew or even expected that by doing that he was gonna bring the family back together like he did, he just meant to inherit the business to Carmy, knowing Sugar had her part covered, in his mind she was fine because she had Pete.

But ultimately his legacy is what brought the two siblings back together, so the family was no longer broken, and then what Carmy decided to do with the money was going to determine if he could save the business or not, but he passed along that torch to Carm because he couldn't fulfill that "obligation" he felt he had. The rest is history.

Carmy, on the other side of the story, experienced this act of sacrifice as some sort of punishment, he probably thought his brother, his best friend, hated him and could only move on from that mindset when he started dreaming of The Bear with Syd.

Before her, his dream was intrinsically intertwined with Mikey, his best friend. He didn't give a flying fuck about the restaurant, he just wanted to reconnect with Mikey through food, as he had always done throughout his life, he wanted that back.

Carmy didn't care about the family business, he cared about Michael.

But Mikey, who had taken responsibility for the family business, did care. Way too much, in fact. He had to be the strong one for too long so Carmy and Sugar could be free. And that ended up killing him when he felt he couldn't live up to that responsibility.

In an extremely dark parallelism, Carmy's mental space, which we got to see in S1, was the exact same that Michael had:

Both, as a result of trauma/addiction.

For Carmy, it was always about the people. Even when he pretended it wasn't:

Then came the star, her dream.

Now, looking at the glass half full:

IMO Michael did succeed though.

Because now we see that Natalie is raising a happy/healthy family and that Carmy has the restaurant and he has Syd. It doesn't matter what it looks like now. This story is not over.

Carmy has Syd and Syd has Carmy and at some point, they won't look like the Syd and the Carmy we saw in S3, this is just a transition to something better, after they learn all the lessons they have to learn and make each other better at this.

In his own very atypical way, via The Bear, Carmy is also raising his own family. For now, he is repeating the same pattern he learned from Donna → the only family he ever knew.

But he's also raising a happy family, he just doesn't know it yet. He will find out at some point, and get a star in the process, for her. Not for the star itself. Because Sydney is his purpose.

Sydney is what Michael lacked. He just had "the burden".

But with Syd's and Natalie's help and the whole found family Carmy has formed at The Bear, he will turn that dumpster he inherited into a Michelin star place for her. And by doing this he will be elevating and "healing" Michael's legacy.

What was about to disappear under Michael's rule, will thrive under Carmy's and Sydney's. It's already thriving, actually.

And therefore, both Carmy and Sugar will end up happily ever after, they’ll do it together, so all in all, Michael will succeed. All he wanted was for his siblings to be happy and to live their dreams. And he, in a sense, died for it.

He didn't die in vain.

That's why the show started with his death and it will end honoring his memory. Full circle. I'm sure.

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Niko, pretty much, baby trapped Kiri with Ohma. Of course he didn't purposely adopt Ohma for it, but it was more of a convenient coincidence for our beloved dilf.

They were going through a break up even though it wasn't really anything official, Kiri couldn't help it anymore and hit Niko with the famous "What are we?"

He loved Kiri, that's for sure, but he also had a rocky relationship with the term "commitment". This of course led into a discussion that made them go on separate ways for quite a while. It wasn't really that weird for them to be separated that long, Kiri was usually busy with the restaurant while Niko trained and wandered around The Inside, yet this was the first time that the man left without being on good terms with Kiri.

But now with the little demon in the game, Niko had to take advantage of it. He barged into the restaurant with a pitiful face and a freshly adopted Ohma who was still injured after the fight with Ando Jiro. This view caught Kiri off guard, where did he get that child from? Niko helped little street urchins in the past but this was the first time he took one under his wing.

Niko knew that Kiri wasn't soulless. As much as she was toughened and harsh he knew how much of a soft spot she had with children... And with him, even if she was mad at him.

"Are you really going to leave a single, first-time father stranded?" Kiri was not short of desire to strangle Niko and sell him on the black market as spare organs but she restrained herself quite well.

In the end she gave in but Niko had to work hard to make it up to her and he did, those 5-6 years they weren't the most conventional one but they were a family and all pretty much thanks to Ohma who did not care/was unaware of it. The convenient baby trap never said it out loud but, he actually cherished that time where he had a decent place to stay and was always received with open arms and a warm plate of food. Sadly, they turned into simply blurry memories that became clear way too late.

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My Husband, My Monster|Part 10|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: Wow Part 10! Our silly little serial killer is clearly a big hit with you guys. This one is going to have a major major timeskip so woohoo. So glad you're enjoying it and please comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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The killings just escalated, he couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. He had to do more and more. It started with just the girl and then it grew. More and more kids lured in to the back rooms which then disappeared without a trace, leaving their parents to worry what had become of their sweet children.

Police swarmed the restaurant, invading their privacy and ripping apart the place to find any trace of the children. Bags appeared under Henry's eyes as the stress mounted. Money was draining from the business fast as more and more people refused to come in after all the allegations of missing children and unsafe environments. At this rate the business would close, which normally would have frightened William half to death, but at this point he wanted that.

Freddy's was behind him now, he had his own plan in mind. Behind the scenes, spending years in Henry's shadow learning his craft and how to perfect it. He was going to make his own Freddy's, inspired by his newest child Elizabeth. She had been such a perfect child thus far he would make this one for her. When she was old enough to appreciate it then he would show it to her. This would be his new legacy void of Henry. He would come out on top.

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It was complete, his jewel, his baby. Finally it was open. People were still hesitant to visit an animatronic themed restaurant especially when Funtime Freddy had his name attached to the group of robots. But fortunately enough they slowly began to come, in small groups at first since it was just beginning.

When Freddy's closed and Henry kicked William out of the business he had taken to hiding away from the light of the day. They had completely parted ways, choosing to pretend the other one didn't exist. Although William had gotten some dirty looks when he saw his old partner in public after his new venture launched.

The new animatronics would help with his insatiable bloodlust, trapping children and holding them until he could find his perfect way of disposing of them. Everything was cleaner now, it wouldn't be shutting down like the way the others had because of his stupidity. This time things would go according to plan.

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It hadn't gone according to plan.

It was supposed to be different. Some random kid was supposed to be caught and killed, not his own daughter. His darling Elizabeth, deceased in the capsule of the that robot. The machine of his own making. The thing created by his own hands, destroyed his favorite child. How could he live with himself?

He shut it down, immediately. The entire place, he couldn't bear to look at it again. It had to all go, every wire and scraps. The animatronics coming to find a permanent home in that shut up workshop, surrounded by the other hollow shells of his creations. Doomed to rot like he did.

He couldn't face his wife. After all that he had done and put her through he couldn't face the grief on her face. When he told her he expected sobbing and agony, but was surprisingly met with slight sadness before she continued with her day caring for her remaining children. As if nothing had happened.

Michael had left in his later teens, vowing to never come back because of the memories of his brother tied with this house and his father's neglect. And Vanessa remained content hiding from the busy lives of her parents. Children were fleeting creatures.

All they did was die, and leave, a vicious cycle of pain inflicted on their parents. All this pain wasn't worth it to him. William came to realize that the only ones that mattered were him and his spouse, they were the only ones that would last at the end of the day. He had to put his wife first above his machines. Do everything for her benefit, make her whole again.

He was stewing on these thoughts until the slight green glow came from Circus Baby which he thought was out of power. Funny, he remembered putting purple eyes in the machine. Why were they that same green as his sweet daughter? Something wasn't right here. It was all too....familiar.

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Succession Characters as Yanderes

A/N: Hey, I'm just having fun here. If this isn't your kind of content, block me! General TW for very unhealthy relationships and uneven power dynamics (obviously) as well as mentions of drugs/non-consensual drugging/drug addiction, kidnapping, and baby-trapping.

Kendall's characterization as a yandere changes with his mood. When he is in one of his manic highs, he's entirely delusional. He's convinced that you're meant to be together. Any resistance from you just means he needs to try harder to win you over. He'll be way too excessive in said attempts—overly expensive gifts and dinners at restaurants that no one can get a table in. One day you'll reminisce about this together, he's sure, laughing about those days when you were playing hard to get.

He will probably try to get you to quit your current job to join Waystar (or whatever else he is working on, depending on where he is in the timeline). If you're in school, he will want to pay for it, but he'll expect you to change your degree to something that suits that sort of business career path. He wants you next to him at all times, both so he knows that you're safe and for his own selfish enjoyment of your presence. (Something something cage door.) He will want you to move in with him as well, and if you don't want to... well, I wouldn't put it past him to use his money and political pull as a billionaire to kidnap you.

When he is low, he is more rational. He'll feel guilty about the way he has hijacked your life, tied you down with a POS such as himself. Of course, as he is Kendall, he'll make this your problem—sort of moping around near you in hopes that you've gone stockholm-syndrome enough to comfort him. I mean, he's just trying to make your life better, right?

Shiv think she's a discreet, expert chess-master. She's really not, and it probably makes it all the more disturbing to be on the receiving end of her affections. I think she probably was simply physically attracted to you at first before quickly spiraling into all-out obsession. She'll play it cool, almost cold in-person, but she's sending you texts at all hours of the day. Your coworkers are suddenly avoiding you, looking frightened. Shiv is half-fawning and half-furious, she can't decide whether she wants to have you happy and all for herself or ruin your life for making her feel this way. She's stronger than this, after all, isn't she?

I think how this will turn out will depend on your reaction. If you fall for her too, she can find an equilibrium. She needs to have someone wholly on her side, and if she feels that's you, she can handle it. She probably won't treat you right, you'll be the spoiled dog on her bed, but hey, that's better than the floor, right? (Now Shiv gets her own Greg, #feminism). But if you keep rejecting her, she will flip her lid. She'll probably settle for screwing your life over then showing up once a month to flaunt what you're missing (while secretly hoping that'll you will finally say you love her this time).

Roman is pathetic. Of course he's pathetic, what did you expect? Similar to Shiv, he'll be horrible in-person—with verbal sexual harassment turned up to eleven. Backhanded compliments will be sandwiched in-between vulgar comments. If anyone even looks at you twice, you won't know it, but suddenly about a million or two has been put aside by Rome to ruin their life. Roman isn't really able to convey his feelings, uh, normally, so all of this will build up until the dam inevitably breaks. He will probably ask you in-between phone calls or over lunch if you want to be his partner in a wayyyyy too practiced casual tone. If you say yes, you will probably get a hysterical giggle and a much more tolerable Roman in the future. If you say no, expect a "god, I can't believe you fell for that" and quite a few insults thrown your way over the rest of the day. He will ask again next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. You can take a joke, can't you?

Connor... well, you've seen the show and his relationship with Willa, right? He is going to throw money at you until you love him. He doesn't need you to love him, even, he just needs you to be by his side. And unfortunately, that is something money can buy. Like Kendall, he will gladly put you through school, if you want, any program or degree. Are your grades dropping? After a few key donations they won't be! He wants you to pursue your passions, to be happy. He'll do his best to get you started in any field. Don't want to work? He can support you! But you're going to live at his ranch, and you're going to hold him when he's sad.

Tom is pretty normal at first, almost an ideal romantic interest. He's very traditional and sweet. Stupid pet names, flowers and chocolates on all the holidays (and when you just happen to be sad!). Then, probably as stress of his work-life at Waystar begins to really take hold, his mask of normalcy begins to break apart. Once more, we have all seen the show—he wants to have a baby, whether you can have one or not. Adoption, surrogacy, there's plenty of alternatives if need be. If you can get pregnant, though, that's the option he's pushing. He cannot lose you, you have to be connected somehow no matter what happens. Oh, and if you're not married already, that's happening too, no time to waste. Suddenly, those comforting midwestern hugs of his seem a lot tighter.

Stewy is a lot of fun until he is no longer fun. While most of the Roy family have the trouble of trying to jump too quickly from Stranger -> Lover, Stewy has no problem being your friend. Honestly, more than any of the yanderes on the list, he doesn't really care about the distinction between platonic/romantic/sexual, between friend/partner/married partner. As long as he's in your life rolling his eyes at stupid people and eating good food, he's happy. Sex and/or a relationship with you is bonus.

But I digress. He'll definitely want to get you in on the pleasures of life, little hedonist that he is. All the best restaurants, all the best events. He just likes seeing you happy. Now, all this fun includes the party scene as well, he's getting you into clubs that no one has heard of. Unfortunately, I think that will lead into what will be the biggest problem with a yandere Stewy—since he won't be a kidnapping control freak like some of the others on here, he needs something to keep you dependent on him, and I think he'll turn to drugs. There will be definitely be pressure from this man to try a whole host of designer drugs, after all, everyone's doing it, even him. Yeah, don't trust him with your drink, he'll slip something in then put it in his own drink as well, calling it a fun party night for you both.