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inlovewithgreta · 6 months ago

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can you write more fics for Greta please? I hardly see any and I need some to help my obsession with her😩

Red Wine Supernova - Greta Gill x Inexperienced Fem!Reader

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A/n: First off, thank you anon for requesting Greta!! It's been too long since I've written for her and I must say, writing this gave me an idea for a little two parter, so stay tuned! There's not smut in this, as I want to start writing more than just smut all the time.. However, that just makes you look forward to a spicy part two! ;) xo

Summary: A night out at a bar starts something new.

Warnings: None! Just Greta being her lovey dovey fluffy caring self!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat

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Your eyes had been on the redhead for most of the night, admiring the way her dress hugged her precious curves. Her curled hair that framed her face perfectly. The way her hips swayed back and forth as she danced to the music.

You couldn't help but to stare, after all she was the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on. The bartender filled your glass to the brim as you were leaning against the bar, the bittersweet red wine hitting the back of your throat as you gazed ahead.

Of course Greta knew you were watching. She always did. Her eyes were always scanning her surroundings. She had to. It was instinctual.

Her smirk only grew when your eyes fixated back on you, catching you staring at her. Yes, you were cute in her eyes. It wasn't just your looks she admired, but your personality. You were sweet, caring, were nice to everyone, and you were just her type. How could she not feel a slight pull towards you?

But she didn't know if you swung for the other team. She had been curious, but the way your eyes were always fixated on her, the blush that would creep onto your cheeks when she winked at you, and the subtle hitch of your breath whenever she would just barely graze your skin, had piqued her interest.

You hadn't realized the woman moved while you were lost in your thoughts when a familiar voice snapped you back to reality.

"You're staring again," she stated, leaning herself against the bar right next to you.

"Oh- I'm- so sorry.. I didn't realize- you're just- I'm sorry-" You shut yourself up with a swig of your wine, your incoherent babbling causing Greta to chuckle.

"It's okay," she smiled, taking the glass from your hands. "It's quite flattering," She hummed when the wine hit the back of her throat. Greta pondered for a moment, eyeing the drink in her hand before focusing back on you. "Sweet... like you." Her voice lowered, ensuring you were the only one that could hear her.

"I- that's- thank you!" Your eyes fixated on the tongue darting out to lick the remnants of the wine from her matching crimson stained lips. The redhead couldn't help but slightly raise her eyebrows at catching you not only staring, but blushing too.

Greta's smile only grew wider. You were flustered. Because of her. It only fueled the fire she had started to flame. She couldn't keep guessing any longer, her sight now set on finding out if you really were into women.

"How about we take this conversion back to the house, hmm?" She set the now half empty glass onto the mahogany bar. "It's getting quite late, and I don't want us getting in trouble for breaking curfew."

Greta had a point, you didn't like getting in trouble, and didn't want to ruin your chances of being on the team.

So with the nod of your head, Greta led the two of you out of the bar and into the cool night air. You couldn't help but shiver, the wind immediately cooling your heated body.

Greta's hand immediately went to your arm, running her hand up and down your arm. Her touch immediately grew heat in your body. It was electric, and your body only ached for more.

The redhead easily hailed the two of you in a cab and silently made your way back to the house. Greta of course sat right by your side, smiling to herself when she no longer felt you shivering and leaning into her to keep yourself warm.

As the two of you entered the quiet house, Greta immediately went to the stairs but stopped when she noticed you still lingering in the doorway.

"C'mon, it's warmer in my room and I'm dying to get these shoes off." Her voice was sweet, assuring, and you couldn't help but follow in her footsteps.

She thought it was cute how you followed behind her without a second thought. Like a lost little puppy, eagerly searching for a new home.

Her bedroom was indeed much warmer, allowing you to relax as you crossed the threshold. Greta immediately leaned over her small vanity, nimble fingers discarding the golden loops adorning her ears.

"Now whose idea was it to all wear heels tonight?" you grumbled to ease the silence, perching yourself on the edge of Greta's bed to relieve your feet of the similar ache the redhead was also feeling.

"That would be yours truly." She raised her hand, turning her focus to you. Greta leaned back against the vanity, easily sliding out of her own shoes while maintaining eye contact.

"I should've known," you joked, fingers fumbling to unhook the straps holding the heels to your feet.

Greta still had her sight set on you, forcing herself not to smile at your unsuccessful attempts to free your feet from their restraints.

Your eyebrows knitted as you focused, huffing a piece of stray hair out of your face as you were bent forward. Dark eyes couldn't help but notice the fair amount of cleavage your dress showed as you bent over, the new sight only intrigued Greta more.

Giving you mercy after many, many seconds, the redhead sauntered your way. You were so focused on your small task that you didn't hear nor see the woman move until she was on her knees at your feet.

"Would you like some help?" she asked, causing you to freeze at her sudden closeness. Your head darted up and was only mere inches away from her own. Her floral perfume invaded your senses. It was magnificent.

"I- no.. I-It's just a silly strap, Greta. I can— there's no need to help.." You had to tear your eyes away from the woman to avoid more blush to appear across your features. Her smile only grew. It was so easy to fluster you.

"Honey, you're struggling. Let me help you, okay?" She asked once more, tilting her head slightly.

You pondered, but knew you were getting nowhere so you sat up straight and allowed Greta to wrap her hand around your ankle to hold you still as she used the other to swiftly unbuckle your clasps.

She was soft. Gentle. Almost cradling your ankle as she freed your foot, allowing your heel to stumble onto the wooden floor.

The air was silent, but your head was loud. Her touch was invigorating. She was so gentle with her movements, smooth skin brushing against yours that helped you relax against her touch.

Her thumb caressed your other ankle as she did the same as the first, holding you still as the other shoe slid from your foot. You hummed at the feeling, your feet instantly feeling better.

Greta didn't move. She didn't remove the hand that held onto you softly. Her own mind was louder than yours, screaming at her to make her move on you.

So she did.

Soft digits left your ankle to roam up your calf, eliciting a quiet gasp from you, but not quiet enough to be unheard.

"Greta..." your voice was soft, quiet, and at the mention of her name, she stopped her movements.

Dark eyes looked up at you through lashes, lust no longer hidden behind dilated pupils. She was doing her utmost best at holding herself back.

"Do you want me to stop?" She kindly asked, tilting her head to the side as her eyes scanned your face for uncertainty.

You pondered for a moment. You didn't want to get caught, as women like you were not accepted in society. That's why you've never explored anything with another woman before. You could get kicked off the team, sent away, or even worse. But the way Greta was looking at you, so kind, loving, and caring, made all those what if's disappear.

"No," you admitted, with a small shake of your head. "Please don't stop..." You swallowed a nervous lump in your throat, "Just—" You struggled to find words, as the hand that previously roamed your calf, slowly passed your knee, but halted once more just at the base of your dress covering your thigh.

"Just what?" She asked, giving you time to find your wording. Greta didn't want to push you. Not wanting to take it too far without your consent. She wanted you to tell her what to do, ensuring you were comfortable by letting you make the calls.

Unbeknownst to you, Greta would do anything for you. Say it, and she would do it without a second thought. You had power over her, something nobody ever did until you came into her life.

"Just— Greta... please kiss me first," you pleaded, almost in a whine, and the redhead's smile grew even bigger. She shook her head with a small chuckle in response.

"All you had to do was ask," Greta admitted. She had been dying to kiss you, to taste you, feel your lips on hers. But she needed your permission first.

And now that she had it, she wasn't about to let it go to waste.

The redhead slowly stood to her feet, her tall figure towering over you, but only briefly before she sat herself directly next to you. She was slow to bring a gentle hand to your face, caressing the smooth skin over your cheekbone before leaning in.

Your breathing picked up, nerves washing over you as she grew closer. But then she stopped, scanning your face once more, as if asking for permission.

With a small nod of your head, and your lips twitching into a smile, Greta finally closed the distance.

Her lips then met yours in a tender kiss. You thought her touch alone was intoxicating, but now there was something more. Her lips were soft, plump, and gentle.

She tasted of wine with a subtle hint of cherry, which you could only assume was from her crimson lipstick. Your hands flew to Greta's hair, tangling in curled locks to deepen the kiss.

Greta's free hand fell to your hip, gently pulling you into her lap. You hummed at her warmth, feeling yourself relax further into the woman's body.

"Is...this...okay?" She asked between kisses.

"It's perfect," you reassured her, breaking the kiss to not only catch some air, but to gaze adoringly into caramel eyes. Your thumb swiped across the smudged lipstick across her plump lower lip. "But I—" You stopped yourself, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"But what? Tell me if this is too much," she said, searching your face for any kind of answer.

"No that's not—" you let out a shaky breath, turning your focus to the wall to avoid her piercing gaze. "It's just that I've never... Greta I've never kissed another woman before. I've never actually been with anyone before.." You could feel your cheeks burning at your confession.

"Sweetheart," Greta's digits fell to your chin, turning your face to look back at her. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm honored to be your first." She smiled sweetly, eyes dancing with admiration. "Thank you for telling me."

"Was it— was I... bad?" You didn't even know why you had asked, as you didn't want to know what the answer was, so instead, you resorted back to babbling. "Because if it was— I'm so sorry. I'm not that experienced in this stuff! Forgive me if it was—"

Your words were cut off with another kiss. A more serious kiss. Greta was pouring all of her emotions into it. Reassuring you with no words, but instead, an action. An action that got you to stop talking badly about yourself.

Fingers left your hips to cup your cheeks, before she had broken the kiss. She left you with one quick peck before you both smiled.

"You were perfect," she cooed. "Are perfect," Greta corrected herself. "I'm glad you told me. I know it must've been hard."

You nodded your head at her words, not finding the courage to use your voice.

"But, you know what this means?" She asked, looking at you with a sparkle in her warm chocolatey eyes.

You shook your head with visible confusion.

"I get to teach you everything I know," she beamed. Greta didn't miss the way your eyes lit up at her words. "Would you like that?" Her thumb lovingly ran across your cheek as she cradled your face.

"Very much." You could feel your cheeks burning, and you were sure they matched her crimson coils.

They did.

And Greta thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. You were so innocent and sweet, in dire need of reassurance and love. And part of her just couldn't wait to give that to you.

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ohmysatan42 · 1 year ago

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I've finished the book and I'm just going to share a few thoughts here.

I know this book is thought of as not polished or Terry's best work but honestly I loved it. If the writing or what not was weak it was made up for by the emotional power of what happens in this story and what happens to terry. It is the perfect capstone and leaves discworld swimming on, albeit short a charachter.

In many ways its a mirror of equal Rites, as if somehow that book was the first discworld, not colour or magic. And I think that makes sense. With the first two terry was telling rincewinds story. The third book suggests what the discworld series will be, various stories of various people that are funny but also something else.

I cried for a lor of this book and it hurts that I'm never going to open a fresh discworld, never going to know what vimes does next or the next escapade of moist.

But it's alright. We got 41 books. We got this beautiful capstone that says it alright.

Seriously, I dont usually gush about authors but terry has shaped my life and my goals and I'm glad this was the last one. When I first read Wee Free Men I enjoyed it but also rolled my eyes a bit and went it's for kids and even thought about skipping his other YA books while I read discworld. I'm glad I didn't. Tiffany has grown up and now she and I are the same age and somehow, more than any other discworld charachter, I've related to her and been inspired by her. These were never the booms a younger me should have read, or my children should read, this is the book I need to read now.

Anyway sorry for the incoherent babbling, if your a pratchett fan you'll know the feeling.

And if your not, well I'm jealous of the epic journey you have ahead...

And here it is.

It's been over three years since I read good omens through the local libraries ebook site during lockdown. And then Mort and then going postal and monstrous Regiment and small Gods and then all of them in order from the begining.

This is an author that has changed my life and shaped my being, that has shown me how to become myself and inspired me to do things I once wouldn't of.

I have made lifelong friends performing in theatrical adaptions of his work, by randomly saying pratchett is my favorite author on a zoom meeting and watching someone else grin.

He's taken me through the bad times and the good times.

And I have cried so many times because a man I never met died before I could read a word he wrote. I have felt the loss of such a writer from the world because of the way he showed me the power of words.

And this is it. The Last discworld I will read for the first time.

Thank you, Terry, for everything and every word.

Mind how you go.

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bellatrixscurls · 3 years ago

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camera ࿐ james potter

pairing : shy james x cam gn reader

warnings : smut, d/s dynamics, sub james, dom reader, mommy kink, masturbation, mentions of riding, pet names

summary : shy jamie joins you <333

a/n : i hate this ahahaha

“show ‘em your pretty cock, baby” you encouraged softly as james looked up to the camera, red cheeks and shaky hands as he revealed his cock.

it was just as red as his cheeks, and james whimpered at the sight of it sitting tall and proud, on display for thousands of people. he loved it, but he felt a bit insecure too.

“hey, pretty boy” you called and his eyes shifted to yours, wide and pretty, “you’re so beautiful, okay? you’re doing so good” you caressed his thigh reassuringly.

james nodded with a gulp, still looking a bit unsure, but happy with your praise. “t-thank you, mommy.”

you hummed contently and licked your lips as you took a closer look at him. it obviously wasn’t your first time together, but he still managed to look more and more delicious every time. his weeping tip throbbed when you gripped the base of his cock, squeezing it not too hard.

“o-owie” he whimpered, biting his lip at the pathetic sound. “mommy... i need your mouth, please” he pouted up at you.

“uhm, i don’t know about that, baby” you seemed to be thinking aloud, “bet you’re gonna cum in a sec if i give you it.”

james whimpered at your teasing, brows furrowing as he struggled to keep his hips from bucking into your hand. “s just so sensitive” he whined, his thighs closing around your elbow, “j-just needa come. needa be a good boy and cum f’my mommy” babbled james, his eyes lovingly looking down at you — you sure were a sight for sore eyes, even when his mind was foggy.

giving in to him, you leaned in, taking the head of his cock into your mouth and suckling gently, your saliva and tongue cold in comparison with his hard cock. james shuddered at the feeling, throwing his head back.

you pinched his thigh as a way to make him look up again, “i’m- i’m so sorry, mommy! promise i’m sorry-” “shut up, jamie. don’t wanna hear your blabbers anymore. be good” you demanded and he obeyed immediately, eyes focused on the camera in front of him as his lips fell open.

you swirled your tongue over his tip once, twice, thrice just because you knew it would make him go insane, and then managed to take most of him down your throat, gagging slightly as you hollowed your cheeks around his throbbing cock.

“cum” he mewled, caressing your cheek as he squeezed his eyes shut. “m so close, mommy. please let me cum, please” his pathetic pleas rang in your ears, followed by his cries of pleasure, and not even caring what the audience had to say, you gave it to him.

your hands came up to play with his balls, rolling them in your hands, pulling gently and even squeezing them a bit as your mouth continued to take all of him.

james gripped the sheets in his large hands, tugging as if his life depended on it, and with a barely audible ‘go ahead, baby’ from you, his balls along with his cock started twitching, and you choked on thick ropes of cum.

he continued to cry out, but now even louder. “mommy!” he moaned loudly. strings of ‘mommy’ and ‘thank you’s spilled from his swollen lips as his body spasmed and jerked.

but that didn’t stop you. and instead, you swallowed his cum and hurried up on your feet, your legs straddling his hips in the blink of an eye.

when your cunt made contact with his overused cock, james completely lost it. “i-i came, mommy! i came, please- hurts so bad- want more.”

the incoherent words left his lips and you laughed almost maniacally, leaning forward so your face was closer to his. “ve turned you into my personal dumb little baby, hm?” you asked and he pouted, his bottom lip quivering, “but don’t worry, pretty boy. mommy will take care of you, okay?”

with a fervent nod, james kissed you deeply, breathily murmuring, “please ruin me, mommy.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years ago

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Ateez: Edging/Orgasm Denial

Warnings: NSFW content, read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong's thighs started to close together, but your hands were quick to pry them open again as your head continued bobbing up and down his length, swallowing along his shaft, effectively turning him into putty for your amusement.

"Holy shit-" He gasped out when you gave him a particularly long suck.

Chuckling, you pulled yourself off him, your hand taking over the job your mouth previously had. Hongjoong moaned when he tasted himself on your tongue, not fighting back and instead allowing you to take dominance over his mouth.

"You like this baby?" You asked, gently biting down on his bottom lip.

"Fuck- yes! I'm so close, I-"

Before he could even get out another word, or fall into an abyss of pleasure, your hand ceased all movements and you stood up, leaving him stunned and stuttering out incoherent babbles while he still had a hard on between his legs. Picking up your bag, you looked over and winked at him.

"Oh...I'm sorry... I'm busy. I promise when I get home." You snorted, repeating what he had said to you a few days prior when he had bailed on your date night that you had been planning for weeks.

Hongjoong watched you leave with a scoff

"Oh... I'm definitely promising when I get home this time....."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa grew more and more frustrated, absolutely hating the game you were currently playing with him. Meanwhile, you were having fun, bouncing yourself on top of his cock, bringing him close to his climax, only to suddenly stop your hip movements, denying him of his highly anticipated release and then starting the torture all over again, rolling yourself on top of him before completely riding him like your life depended on it.

"Y/N please..." Seonghwa grunted, throwing his head back and throwing his hips upwards, trying hard to continue fucking up into you when you once again slowed down your movements. Your taunting laughter didn't help, and he hissed when you suddenly pulled off him.

"Keep begging for it, maybe I might decide to be nice and let you cum." You snickered, rubbing your slick filled folds against his length, smug smile creeping up in your face when you felt him twitch underneath you.

Seonghwa fought hard with himself. Should he break free from his restraints and make you pay? Or should he actually become an obedient sub for you and get what he desperately craved?

"Fuck it." Knowing very well you didn't make the knots tight enough, Seonghwa easily broke free from the ropes holding him down, and in the blink of an eye, you were on your back, staring up into his hungry and lust-filled gaze. You swore you could hear him snarling as he rubbed his tip against your clit.

"Ok, you had your fun for long enough.... Now it's my turn."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho's tender hands helped guide your movements, never taking his eyes off of you as you grinded yourself on his thigh.

"Go ahead baby. Don't be shy." One of his hands slid to your backside, giving your ass a slight slap that had you crying out.

"Ride my thigh like the good slut you are." He encouraged you with a depraved smile.

You knew very well his game though, as soon as you started rutting yourself against his thigh, he'd time it perfectly so that when you were just about to reach your peak, his hands would hold your hips down, trapping you in place and preventing you from continuing to move. Thus you hesitated to do as he told you to. Tilting his head at you, Yunho flexed his thigh muscles and moved his hands so they could cup your waist.

"What? Giving up already my little one? Here, let me help you."

Sliding you off his thigh and lining you up on his cock, he began making you fuck yourself on him, walls clamping down deliciously around his length which was continously hitting against your g-spot, sending you toppling down to near orgasm....

But of course Yunho stopped bouncing you just as you were about to spill all over him. You whimpered loudly, nails clawing at his back as you fought hard to fuck yourself again on him, but his firm hands kept you from moving.

"Sorry babe...it's a lot more fun playing with you like this."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Wrapping your legs around Yeosang's waist, your nails raked against his back as you shut your eyes, awaiting the incoming high you were about to reach...

Only to be left needy and confused when Yeosang suddenly stopped and stilled inside of you, face smiling down at you as if nothing happened.

"Yeosang, what the hell?" You tried to push him off you, but you couldn't get him to move, not when he had been bulking his arms up so much that they kept you trapped under him, refusing to allow you to move.

"Sorry, but you look so cute and I didn't want the moment to end." He acted all innocent, like he didn't just ruin your orgasm, instead leaning in to further torture you by kissing along your neck.

"You know, I prefer the days when you were still that tiny skater boi. You were so good back then."

Instead of getting offended, Yeosang let out one of those deep, and husky giggles that always had your head spinning.

"No you don't, we both know you like me a lot more now. You can't take your eyes off my arms and get turned on by them." He began to move once more, expertly rolling his hips and building up your high once more.

"And yes, I was indeed good back then." He paused as he began to get rougher with you, grabbing your legs and resting them on top of his shoulders.

"But I'm even better now. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"Stop."

As soon as he heard you give the order for the umpteenth time, San's hand stopped stroking his shaft, gripping tightly on it, fighting hard the urge to disobey you and continue touching himself to the point of making himself cum. He had lost count of how many times you'd made him do this, made him jerk himself off in front of you, only to stop him every time he was close to the brink of cumming.

"Good boy, you're doing so well." You praised him, leaning over to smooth out the top of his hair, the man practically basking and relishing in your touch.

"Please can I...?" He looked at you intensely, wanting you to end his suffering and just give him what he wanted.

You hummed as you thought about it. He had been edging himself for you for quite some time, his cock was red at the tip, leaking out so much precum and when you removed his hand to replace it with your own, you could feel it throbbing against your palm. And poor San looked exhausted from all the teasing he did on himself.

"All right then, let's try something else."

San gasps when he feels you slip him inside your mouth, thankful to finally feel something that wasn't his hand. Moans pour out his lips and he can't control himself as he bucks his hips up into your mouth, desperately chasing his long awaited orgasm....

Only to be left disappointed as you pull him out, causing him to practically cry and whimper at the lost feeling.

"I said let's try something...I never said I'd finally let you cum."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi's hands tightened their grasp on your soft ass, his mouth slurping noisily against your dripping pussy. You shuddered each time he'd suck at your clit, tongue delving to lap against your folds. You couldn't keep still, your body instinctively ground down onto his face, reveling in the pleasure his mouth was bringing you.

Knowing you would cum onto his face any second, Mingi detached his lips from your heat, lifting you slightly off his face and leaving you disappointed and huffing. Looking down, you were met with his teasing smile, light giggles emanating from his throat.

"Aww come on baby, don't look at me like that, you'll get what you want eventually."

Holding you back over his face, he dragged his tongue across your slit, laying flat against your sensitive bud before continously flicking at it. Your high quickly began to come back, but just as soon as you were about to break, Mingi made sure to take it away once again, leaving you hot and bothered once more.

"Mingi..." You complained, trying to smother his pretty face with your pussy, but his hands prevented you from moving whatsoever.

"Baby, what's the rush? We have plenty of time to play around."

This time, he made use of his fingers to spread your folds as much as possible, mouth pressing onto your clit to give it a long suck that had your knees weakening, sharp intakes of breath being pulled into your lungs before releasing them as deep exhales.

"And I wanna take my time to play with my favorite toy. It's been a while."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Passing by to grab something from the kitchen, Seonghwa smiled at yours and Wooyoung's figures on the couch, thinking absolutely nothing about the spooning position you two were in.

"Enjoying the movie?" He curiously asked.

"Yeah..very." You both answered, although truth was you two were hardly paying attention to it, if Seonghwa asked, neither of you would be able to name the main character.

"Maybe I'll watch it too..." Hearing him say that made you both swallow nervously, dreading that he would actually grab a seat and find out what you were actually hiding under the blanket.

"But later. Enjoy your movie." He told you before remembering that he still had a task to finish back in his room, thus leaving you two alone once again.

Ensuring that he was no longer around, Wooyoung let out a deep groan as he pulled you closer to him.

"Come on, let's keep going." He muttered against your ear as he pushed himself out of your drenched hole, only to slam back inside.

"We might get interrupted again." You warned him, yet you didn't stop him as he continued fucking into you from behind, the blanket perfectly hiding the naughty action you were doing on the couch.

"Yes, but that just makes this even more fun." Wooyoung chuckled, bringing a hand over so he could rub at your clit.

"Let's see how many times we're kept on edge by the guys."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

When you suggested to Jongho that you'd help him relax with a nice and soothing massage, he was not expecting to end up completely naked, with your hand pumping and stroking his thick cock, lips unable to keep from moaning and hissing at your touch.

"You feeling good baby?" Your voice was practically purring into his ears.

"Oh- hell yes." He sunk deeper into pleasure, back arching off the bed when you began to speed up.

"Are you gonna cum soon?" You asked him, already knowing he was on the brink of exploding all over your hand, but you wanted to hear it from him, wanting to keep his distracted.

"Yes! Fuck- keep doing that and I'll-" Jongho's words became more slurred, light gasps being drawn into his mouth, a clear indication that he had about to cum. Just before he could paint his lower half with his cum, he was stunned when he suddenly felt nothing, only feeling his cock being released and dropping down to his stomach. He sat up confused, looking up at your mischievous smile.

"Forgive me, I just felt like trying out something new." You knew you were playing with fire, but still you went through with it and denied Jongho his aching release, just to see what he'd do.

As you expected, he did not take kindly to it and proceeded to flip the positions, pinning you down on the bed and tearing your clothes off you. Grabbing his still hard cock, he grinned down at you as he began sliding the head in between your folds, making sure to slap it against your clit.

"Wanted to try something new? Well then.... don't mind me then. I want to try this game too."

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cas-kingdom · 4 years ago

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Dad

A/N: Thank you to my anons for helping me come up with some perfectly Geralt-like explanations of parenthood. <3

Despite the summary, Geralt doesn't outright call Akela his daughter in a couple of these, but the point of the story is to show how he can call her that without actually saying it, if that makes sense. Still fluffy and (dangerously) sweet! Also a nice little Yennefer-Geralt scene here.

While writing number 4, I listened to 'Scared' by Jeremy Zucker.

Title: Dad

Summary: Three times Geralt called you his daughter, and the one time you called him ‘Dad’.

Words: 4607

“I knocked it off the cart.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why would I try to steal something I have money to pay for?”

The old man’s face turned sourer, if that was at all possible. “Oh, you have money?” He expectantly stretched his hand out, palm up as his fingers twitched. “Pay me, then!”

You rolled your eyes. “But I’m not buying them!”

“You tried to steal them!”

“I did not!”

“I saw you!”

“What you saw,” you spat out, leaning forward, face the picture of anger, “was me bumping against your cart and knocking a couple apples off—which I apologised for.”

A noise somewhere between frustration and rage spewed from the man’s mouth and he shot his arm forward like a snake striking to attack, grasping the front of your tunic and tugging you forward. “Listen here, girl—”

You clenched your fists and readied to bite back, but before you even had a chance, the man’s hands were ripped from you, and he was shoved away.

“Get your hands off her,” a stony voice ground out, voice brooking no argument. Geralt stood tall and menacing in front of the hunched old man, head tilted slightly to the side as he glared at him. He knew you were often capable of looking after yourself, proven clearly when you stepped beside him and a look of smugness appeared on your face, but he also knew that that would likely never change how much the anger flourished inside him when he saw someone lay their hands on his child in a way such as this.

The old man pointed a shaky finger at Geralt. “You stay out of this, Sir!”

You scoffed, and Geralt spared a glance down at you, briefly raising a brow. “What, exactly, am I supposed to be staying out of?”

“The little bitch tried to steal my produce!”

“I didn’t!”

“The little bitch,” Geralt said, holding out an arm to stop you from lunging, “is my daughter. And if you ever speak in that manner to her again, you won’t be able to speak another word.”

The man looked ready to respond with vigour, but at the last moment his eyes averted to the sword and the daggers at Geralt’s waist, and the cogs in his brain began to turn as his vision wandered up to the white hair and the amber eyes. He shut his mouth and stepped back, resigned.

“Forgive me,” he said. He appeared as though he was ready to run before he grabbed one of the apples you had knocked off his cart and pressed it into your hands, a forced and nervy smile showing on his lips. “Here, take this!”

Your eyes lit up and you smiled victoriously, taking a bite from it and turning to walk off as you called back a quick, “Thank you!”

Geralt sighed deeply and hummed, giving the man a final glare before following after you. “He was right. You are a little bitch,” he remarked.

You grinned and tossed the apple in the air, the sunlight glinting on the green fruit as though in triumph. You handed it to him and watched as he relented with a roll of his eyes and took a bite. “Waste not, want not!”

“What’s it like?”

Geralt lifted his head to look at Yennefer. She was lying on her side opposite the fire, her head resting in her hand, and she seemed contemplative. Curious, in a way, which was odd for her, though what could he really say about that? It wasn’t as though he’d known her long.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

Yennefer jerked her head in the direction he’d been staring in for the majority of the past ten minutes, where you were fast asleep, curled under blankets, head beside Jaskier’s, who was wandering in the land of dreams himself.

He looked at you a moment longer before turning back to the mage. A hint of his own confusion danced in his eyes, but she spoke before he could open his mouth to question what it was that she meant.

“Parenthood,” she clarified, her voice softening. “What’s it like?”

Geralt rose an eyebrow, briefly floundering for words at the, quite frankly, surprising question. For a woman who was all invulnerability and strength, it was something he hadn’t expected to come from her. Not to mention he didn’t often think about what she’d asked.

He glanced away and shook his head. “More trouble than it’s worth,” he told her with a short breath of a laugh.

The corners of Yennefer’s lips drew upwards. She fidgeted with a stone on the forest floor. “I’m serious.”

His other eyebrow shot up. “So am I,” he assured her. “She may seem sweet, but underneath it all is the monster I’m most afraid to go up against.” He offered her a rare smile, which she returned, and for the first time in a while both mage and witcher felt peaceful. It was blissfully quiet—the only sound being Jaskier’s snores and incoherent mumbles—and it was dark, giving the two the serenity they needed after the trials of the previous days.

“It’s… hard,” he said seriously, despite the fact he was admitting that he, the infamous Geralt of Rivia, found something difficult. “You learn new things every day.”

“What kind of things?”

“Everything. About yourself, about her, about the world in general… you make decisions you probably would never have thought about before. You have responsibilities you wouldn’t have believed would ever be associated with you.” He let his eyes wander over to your sleeping form. “You don’t know what the hell you’re doing most of the time. You can feel so… so lost at it, right until you start to realise the only thing that’s keeping you grounded is the same thing that gave you the title of father. It…” He paused, leaning forward to poke a stick into the dying fire. “It gives you something to live for, and at the time I found Y/N, that was what I needed most.”

Yennefer’s lips curled into a smile as she slowly sat up, tucking her legs underneath her. “It sounds tiring,” she said, glancing down for a moment, and Geralt nodded.

“It is. But the rewards outweigh the difficulties. It’s something you’d give up everything to keep.” He looked across at her, noticing her loosened shoulders, and realised for the first time that he took his title of father for granted. Yennefer’s mutations had made her sterile, and though he was the same, he’d still somehow found a way to get past that, even though he’d never once pondered on the possibilities of it before he’d found you. Yennefer hadn’t been so lucky, and as he looked at her, he found that that reflected perfectly in the eyes he now viewed as… sad.

“You’ll feel that someday,” he said without thinking, and when she glanced up, he nodded in your direction. “When you have your own.”

Yennefer gazed at him, violet eyes piercing the amber of his. They stared at each other for a moment, no words passing their lips but every meaningful word being said nonetheless, until Jaskier snorted in his sleep and the both of them ripped their eyes away, returning to their stone and their stick.

“Thank you, Witcher,” Yennefer spoke up a moment later, and Geralt nodded once.

“You’re welcome, Mage.”

Geralt turned his head down to look at you. You were standing beside him, absently tugging on the neckline of the dress you’d bought from a market that very morning. You were clearly irritated, sighing in annoyance and muttering under your breath every so often.

When you noticed him looking, you shook your head, face every bit unhappy. “I don’t want to be here,” you ground out.

He rose an eyebrow. “Clearly.”

“Why are we here again?”

“Lord Lyon invited us.”

“And how do you—” You scratched at the back of your neck, the foreign material rubbing it raw—“know Lord Lyon?”

Geralt glanced down again and frowned, slapping your hands away from your red neck. “I saved his sister from a werewolf,” he said, instinctively tucking a few strands of hair that hadn’t made it into your plait behind your ear, “and he insisted my attendance at his feast tonight.”

You rose an eyebrow at that, finally relenting in your fiddling and letting your arms hang loosely. “Your attendance,” you picked out. “I could have stayed at the inn.” He ignored that, as you expected, and you sighed, shoulders slacking. “You never usually care for extra repayment,” you said. And it was true. He didn’t. He preferred to do his duty as a witcher and not stick around to see the aftermath of his hunt, except to accept his money. He didn’t care for physical shows of thanks. It was better that way, for you and for him. But he’d, for once, genuinely been concerned for the lord’s sister, so he’d accepted the invitation with the intention of only staying long enough to gain information on her wellbeing before leaving.

Geralt lifted his chin as he noticed a familiar man enrobed in silk and jewels walking towards you. He took in a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the conversation ahead of undoubtedly mindless babble about his life and anything else the lord wished to ask him.

“And you never usually say no to free food,” he remarked quietly to you before forcing a tight smile at the open-armed, freely grinning man when he stopped in front of him.

“Geralt of Rivia!” he greeted, and you turned your head to meet him, only just refraining from raising your brows at the sight that met your eyes. You weren’t used to seeing royalty or regality of any sort, so you were never one to shy from your overly dramatic opinions of how these people dressed and carried themselves. You were quite certain all the clothes on your body wouldn’t amount to the price of a single ring on his finger, even though you’d had to beg Geralt for weeks to buy you the new leather boots on your feet now, just about hidden by your long dress.

Geralt had made an attempt to dress nicely, too. He’d washed and brushed his hair—and made several mock lunges (and one actual one) for you when you’d continued to tease him about it—and was wearing clothes that, though giving him an extremely regal look of his own, seemed unfamiliar to you. You much preferred him in his loose tunics and trousers, hair muddy and tangled in knots that he wouldn’t give a shit about until he needed to (which was barely ever, unless you were counting surprise and sudden invites to feasts such as this).

“Lord Lyon,” Geralt said with a small nod. “How is your sister?”

The lord reached forward to clap him on the shoulder, and this time, you did raise a brow, knowing your witcher’s dislike for such actions. Sure enough, Geralt’s smile grew tighter, and you could see the lines on his forehead become more pronounced. Perhaps in different circumstances—definitely in different circumstances—you would have laughed at his predicament, despite his clear discomfort, nevertheless this time you had to do with quickly turning your head to the side and stifling a grin.

“My sister fares well!” Lyon told him, not removing his hand. “She’s been asleep since you returned her safely to me, but the healers assure me she will make a full recovery. Thank you again for your unforgettable help, my friend!”

“Thank you for inviting me here tonight.”

Lyon stepped back, finally letting his hand drop to his side, and the corners of your lips twitched when Geralt subconsciously rolled his shoulder. “Well, this is the only other way I could think of repaying you when coin did not seem enough. A good meal!” It was at this moment, when you were shuffling from foot to foot in boredom, almost reverting back to your scratching and tugging, that Lyon noticed you, and he rose both eyebrows, glancing between you and Geralt. “And who might this be?”

“Y/N,” Geralt introduced, stopping you with a firm hand to your shoulder. You looked up at the lord, offering a smile. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought her.”

Lyon tilted his head slightly to the side in obvious interest, disregarding Geralt’s last sentence with a wave of his hand. “You mean she’s yours? Your daughter?”

You continued to stare at the man in front of you, unbothered. You were well used to being called his daughter—it was easier for him to agree when people asked if you were, and you sometimes wondered when exactly he’d given up on correcting people. If he’d ever corrected people in the first place.

“Your daughter?” Lyon repeated at Geralt’s lack of response.

“Yes.”

“I thought… well.” He looked a little sheepish, but Geralt was all too aware of what was coming. “I was always told that the trials witchers underwent made them—”

Geralt interrupted him before he could continue. “They did. I am.” He squeezed your shoulder. “She’s not mine by blood. But she is mine.”

Lyon stared a while, thinking to himself, before he abruptly smiled in acceptance. “Very good. Though I would never have taken you for the parent type.”

“My apologies,” Geralt said, inclining his head, “but you don’t know me well enough to make that assumption.”

A soft smile graced your lips and you glanced down to the ground, your heart swelling with love you could only ever feel for him.

“Quite right.” Lyon was clearly apologetic. He opened an arm out and motioned for the two of you to follow him. “Come, let us eat. You can tell us all exactly how you killed that werewolf!”

The hilariously dismayed look Geralt sent you after that made you snort.

How had it come to this?

“Geralt?” you whispered, daring to edge closer. He looked so pale, even in the short rays of moonlight radiating down. His skin was pallid, white hair muddied and hanging in knots around his face. His eyes were shut, his lips were set in a straight line, and even as you shook his shoulder, he did not move.

He did not move.

Geralt always moved. He had long since trained himself to wake at the first sound or touch that did or didn’t come from you. And yet now, even as you doubled your attempts and shook him so hard you were sure he’d be disorientated were he awake… he remained still. Still and silent. Completely dead to the world.

Dead.

Your heart soared, not for the first time, and you sat back on your haunches for a moment, staring with eyes as wide as the yellow moon looming over head. It was almost as though your unconscious mind was waiting for him to wake up. Willing him to wake up. Because you knew good and fucking well that without him, the point of remaining in the living was completely lost on you.

Reluctantly, your mind swiftly hurled you back. Back into damn memories of the swings of his sword and his shouts of exertion and pain as he fought with the monster that had suddenly stormed where you’d been resting. You should have stayed behind the rocks as he’d ordered… you shouldn’t have listened to the clash of metal hitting sturdy skin and bone… and you certainly shouldn’t have jumped up from behind the rock and screamed his name, leading him to whirl around in panic and giving the beast time to throw him against a large boulder. You could still remember the sickening crack of his head hitting the solid stone. That would have been the perfect time to scream his name, but you’d found that no words had been able to escape your clenched throat. You’d felt like you were being strangled, and your heart had stopped beating for the longest second as you’d watched with absolute terror…

He’d been telling you a story. You’d been lying beside him, exhausted eyes staring up at the starry sky as his voice lulled you to sleep. You couldn’t even remember what the story had been about, all you’d been focused on was the comfort his voice offered, and for that reason you had not registered at all when he’d abruptly stopped speaking. He’d waited a moment, eyes narrowed, before quietly standing to his feet, picking up his sword as he went. All his senses had been alert, and were he an animal, his ears would have been pricked up and forwards, listening for any noise that sounded at all abnormal.

He’d taken calculated steps forward, hands tight around his sword’s hilt, boots making no sound as he stepped over fallen leaves and twigs. And then he’d stopped, standing completely still, save for his eyes, which roved the area in front of him. He’d turned his head the slightest bit and harshly whispered your name, but it had not been enough to rouse you, and you’d stayed sleeping until less than three seconds later when what you now believed to have been a kikimora burst from the cover of the trees, screaming raucously and lunging towards Geralt. You’d bolted upright and he’d yelled at you to hide yourself as his sword came clashing down on the thing, not waiting to see if you’d done as was asked before moving to attempt to lead the monster away.

That had been only three minutes ago. One and a half minutes ago, he’d been thrown against the boulder. One minute ago, he’d managed to use the last of his strength to pierce the beast’s hide with a cloying crunch, mixing with both his and the kikimora’s shrieks of agony. You had looked on with trembling hands as it fell to the side, completely unmoving, and watched, waited, for Geralt to stand to his feet.

When he hadn’t, you’d taken one trembling step forward, hands cold and in fists at your sides, before running the rest of the way, not caring in the least that there was a possibility the monster might still be alive. All you’d cared about was the possibility that Geralt might not be.

You stared at him now, hopefully waiting for his eyelids to flicker, or a finger to twitch… but there was no movement.

You shook him again, harder now, but it didn’t work, and with a desperation you had never felt before, and your breathing quicker than ever, you hurried closer towards him, grabbing the sides of his face and shaking him, slapping him, hitting him… anything that had a chance of waking him.

“Geralt!” you shouted, voice cracking. You slapped him again, pausing only when you felt something wet and sticky coat your right hand. When you pulled it back, the sight of red met your eyes.

You stared at it for a moment, hands shuddering, before the red and the blackness of everything else melded into one as tears filled your eyes. A tightening of your throat and a short intake of breath was all that was heard before gut-wrenching sobs tore through your chest and you fell forward, clutching your bloody hand to your chest and squeezing your eyes shut as your grief poured from you in an onslaught of irrepressible tears.

“Please, please, wake—wake up!” you choked out, your forehead resting against his chest, hands gripping his ragged tunic. “Please! I can’t—I can’t—Please! Geralt! You can’t die! You’re a witcher! Witchers don’t die! Wake up!”

But he didn’t.

You harshly breathed in with as much effort as you could muster, and the smell of blood overpowered your senses… yet, at the same time, there was still that hint of forest and greenery which made him Geralt. The scent that was often the only thing that could make you fall asleep. The scent that you only had to catch for a moment before you immediately calmed. The scent that, even now, amidst your hiccups and sobs, caused the briefest feeling of serenity to swirl through you before it vanished as the new, metallic aroma abruptly tickled at your nose.

Another sob racked your body when the scent disappeared and you shook your head. “Daddy…” It came out as a mewling whine, so broken and utterly devastating that it would have made even the heartless cry along with you, but there was no other sound… no other noise in the darkness of the forest around you except the guttural cries wrenching from your throat.

It was the feeling of being alone which scared you the most. The feeling of… being without the one person who’d ever made an ounce of sense to you. The one person you loved more than life itself and who probably loved you even more than that.

You would rather die alongside him than live in a world you knew he no longer walked in.

A moment passed, and you sat there, hunched over with your head on his chest and your tired hands slowly slacking in their hold on his tunic. Your eyes were red and swollen, cheeks wet and tracking the mud and blood which had inadvertently transferred from his clothing to your face, and you were shaking so much that when a slight tremor rippled beneath you, you took no notice of it whatsoever.

At an exhausted yet almost incoherent groan, you blinked, opening your eyes despite it doing nothing against the blackness of you face pressed to him. You tried to silence your cries as much as you could, holding your breath, not quite willing to believe it but hoping more than you’d ever hoped before all the same.

“Fuck…”

And you bolted upright, your eyes blinking against the blurriness. You wiped at them, your heart thumping, blood pulsing through your distraught and exhausted body, and looked on with shock as Geralt—yes, Geralt!—slowly raised his arm and brought his hand to the back of his head. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as his brows furrowed in obvious pain.

“My fucking head,” he rasped out, and you let loose a noise of relief, suddenly and without warning bursting into tears once again. You launched forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. He groaned and finally opened his eyes to peer down at the mop of hair in his line of vision.

He gulped down the sickly feeling in his gut as best he could, trying to make sense of his surroundings, and after a moment the memories returned to him, causing him to shut his eyes once more at the force of it. He returned his attention to you, lowering his hand to place it on the back of your head.

When your sobs grew, his frown deepened and he tried to lift his own head, swallowing back bile when the throbbing ache increased. He felt nauseatingly terrible and instead dropped his head back to the hard rock below him. “Hey…” he whispered. His voice was hoarse and he didn’t really trust the words coming from his mouth. “It’s alright.”

You shook your head. “N-no! It is-isn’t! I thought you were dead!”

He sighed unsteadily and moved his trembling fingers through your hair, trying his best to block out the discomfort (which was a nice word for agony). “I’m not dead,” he told you, and you finally lifted your head, showing him the extent of your hysteria. You looked as though you’d been bawling for years, and he shook his head softly, raising his other arm to wrap around you and pull you back towards him. His head was pounding, he knew he was bleeding in more places than one, but to be perfectly honest, he was simply happy to be alive, and to be holding his child in his arms, however much he would be covered in tears and snot by the time he finally gathered the strength to push himself up.

“I thought you were,” you croaked out, and he rubbed his thumb across your temple. You reached up, grasping his hand, and he narrowed his eyes, blinking at the sight of blood coating your own.

“Is th-that yours?” he asked, the words feeling funny on his tongue as he stumbled over them. You sniffed and glanced to where he had turned your hand over in his.

“No,” you said, “it’s yours.” At that open revelation and reminder, you lifted your eyes, haphazardly wiping your hair from your face and blinking against the tears that still didn’t seem to be stopping. “It’s from your head. Does it hurt?”

Geralt’s face contorted into one of pain yet again as he reached his hand to his head, bringing it back and intaking a sharp breath once he saw the blood. “Damn,” he grumbled. “Yes, it hurts. Like hell.”

You unconsciously bit at the inside of your cheeks and watched him as he lowered his arm and shut his eyes. Your heart continued to pound and every so often your ragged breaths were interrupted by a hiccup. “I’m sorry,” you muttered after a short while.

He blearily opened his eyes to look at you. “Why?”

“I called your name,” you told him, “and you turned around.”

He nodded faintly in remembrance. “Why?” he repeated.

“I don’t know.” You swallowed thickly, tears fogging your vision again. “I was stupid. I just… got so scared, and I didn’t—I didn’t want you to… to…”

At your rising distress, he pulled you down to his chest again, ensuring your ear was conveniently placed over the left side of his chest. His heart was slow—perhaps a little faster than normal yet still slow all the same—but in the silence of the forest he knew you would be able to hear it and let it soothe you.

It worked, and the two of you stayed there for a while. Geralt fixed his attention on his own breathing, trying to match yours as he felt your pulse through his hands. He wondered briefly how far the nearest village was and if he could risk asking for medical help. Perhaps he could reach Triss in Novigrad, and both he and you would have a safe place to recuperate.

His muddled mind was interrupted when he turned his head and noticed the kikimora for the first time, lying in a rotten clump on the ground a couple feet from him. He swallowed the knot in his throat and shut his eyes, remembering all too clearly what had happened and, more importantly, how close it had been to getting you. Unconsciously, his hands tightened around you, and he slowly breathed out, calming himself before he let his emotions reign over him. You didn’t need to see that.

“It’s alright,” he said softly, more to himself, but it assured your all the same.

“Next time, I want to fight with you. I don’t want to watch. I’ve been trained for these moments.”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

“I thought you were going to leave me.”

“Leave you?” He shook his head. “No, no, never…”

He shut his eyes. He knew that the day he left you would be the day the stars burned out and the world became shrouded in darkness. To leave you would be to leave his heart, and that was the one thing that, no matter how battered and bruised, he would hold onto and keep safe with every fibre of his being.

It was his duty, after all.

As your father.

Witcher Masterpost

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years ago

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Perfect

Miche Zacharias x Single Mom By Choice

(Side note this gif is the cutest 😍)

Warnings: pure fluff (seriously I'm getting too soft)

Word count: 4,200

AN: This is part of a celebration collab with @michezachariasweek! Happy Birthday to this sweet man 🥺🥺🥺

"DN" means Daughters Name. I did refer to her as "Pumpkin" often because it's adorable and I'm in a pumpkin mood 🎃

“Pumpkin, please stop throwing your paci on the ground” you said stopping for what felt like the millionth time to pick up your daughters disguarded pacifier on the sidewalk. This was her newest play, a game she found absolutely hilarious and you found utterly annoying. She giggled loudly as you attacked the pacifier to a clip and clipped to her outfit.

“There, try getting that off now” you laughed as your daughter tugged at her clip as you maneuvered her, her diaper bag and your work bag in your arms. The stroller would have been a more practical choice if you hadn’t forgotten to pick it up from the nanny.

Such was the battles of being a single mom by choice. Someplace, 10 years ago you never could have imagined yourself but in your currently life, couldn’t imagine yourself without. Your daughter filled a void you had been searching far too long for. A void you thought could only be given to you by a life partner.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want a partner but timing always seemed to be an issue. You had been busy with work and a social life that didn’t include dating. You had a lot of friends and family that took up the spare time you had. Dating just didn’t fit into the schedule.

Jolting from your thoughts, your daughter tugged your hair as you arrived at your favorite local coffee shop. The shop wasn’t huge but very popular. It had the perks of being close to your work and the coffee was sublime.

You swung open the door as you peered to the long line at the counter. Nothing new but still daunting and made you mentally curse yourself for not placing your order ahead of time like you normally did.

You’re morning had been off from the start. You had woken up late after a long night with a newly 1 year old teething and crying all night. You were exhausted. The same could not be said for your precious little girl who was as full of life as ever.

You worked your way to the back of the line, waiting patiently for the people in front of you to order. You heard the door open as you adjusted your body, fumbling your phone in one hand as your daughter babbled incoherently in your ear.

You felt a tall, looming presence behind you as you checked your emails from your secretary and partner. You always had a lot of emails and communications from both regarding clients. You're daughters giggle brought you out of your trace as you looked behind you to see the tall man making faces at your baby.

He immediately noticed your presence as his face reddened and you smiled.

“I-I’m sorry ha ha, she’s really cute” the tall man said cutely as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Oh no! Please don’t apologize! She really seems to like you. Please don’t let me interrupt” you smiled as a smile crept across the mans face. Your daughter continued to place her hands over her eyes in an attempt to re-engage the man in the game you had obviously so rudely interrupted.

The man smiled a wide grin as he shook bits of his shaggy blonde hair from his face. His eyes still following you as you turned your head back to your phone, sighing as you realized the majority of your morning would be spent returning emails.

You moved up the counter to order as you daughter continued to engage the man behind you. Her giggle filled the coffee house and many of the patrons watched the two in wonder as you continued about your day.

“Triple shot Carmel latte and 2 blueberry muffins” you exclaimed as the barista smiled at you as you moved to the cashier to pay “also if like to pay for the man behind me please”.

The barista smiled as she charged you for both the orders and you quickly paid. Your order was brought up as your daughter fiddled with something behind your back. You figured she had somehow found something to occupy her time so you left her be.

You moved to the door as you arranged your bags, pushing the door open and walking out. As you moved from the doorway, a voice came barreling in from behind you.

“Ma’am! Ma’am!”

You quickly turned to see the tall man running after you with your daughters pacifier in his hands.

“what the-” you prompted as you checked your daughters outfit for her clipped on soother you had placed there a while ago. How could she get that clip lose?

“You’re little girl dropped this” the man said sweetly as he stopped a bit clumsily in front of you. His eyes shown gorgeous in the light as you noticed his soft face and beautiful hair. Hair and face a bit unkempt but man did he pull it off. You figured he was one of the only men who could make it look that fantastic.

“Oh my goodness! Thank you so much! She would have been lost without that!” You said, grabbing the pacifier from his hands as your fingers gently glided across his in a gentle touch.

“It’s really no problem since you paid for my coffee and drink. Thanks by the way” he said pulling his hand back.

“Well I appreciate you keeping her occupied so I could check some emails!” You said sweetly as you smiled at him

“Ummm my names Miche” he said swiftly “ Miche Zacharias”

“YN LN and this is DN” you said in return as you smiled back to him. A moment of silence filled the air before your phone started ringing and your thoughts were snapped back into reality.

“I’m so sorry- I have to take this! But thank you again so much” you said as you turned and reached for your phone, clipping your daughters pacifier back on her shirt.

“Oh its no worries!” Miche said as you threw up a hand towards him and turned to walk away. You always were a fast walker, even with a baby, two bags and a coffee.

You walked as your daughter silently looked over our shoulder and played with her hands, or so you thought. You answered the phone as your associates booming voice sounded into your ear. His voice frantic as you mentally rolled your eyes and responded.

“I’ll be at the office in about 5 min-”

“Yn! Yn!” You heard you name being shouted again as you stopped and turned to see Miche weaving in and out of people, again with your daughters pacifier in his hands.

“Oh my- Aiden I have to call you back” you said hastily as you hung up your phone and watched as Miche approached you again with DN’s pacifier.

“I am so so sorry” you said apologizing to Miche as he laughed lightly as your daughter giggled “Pumpkin this isn’t a game! Leave Miche alone!”

Miche laughed harder as he threw his head back. You noted his laughter was absolutely divine and obviously a gift from above as you watched his head fall back forward.

“I think maybe she’s trying to tell me something” he said sweetly. Your eyes darted to him as a broad smile graced his face.

“Oh? And that would be?”

“That I should shoot my shot and asking her and her mom out to dinner?” He said softly as your body stilled.

“Out-out to dinner? As in a date?” You said stuttering as his eyes lit with excitement and sparkled.

“I mean yeah, I guess it could be a date” he said as he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked to the ground before looking back up and locking his gorgeous eyes with yours.

“ah- I ah- umm sure!” You stuttered out as his smile grew wider, his eyes dancing with joy as you grabbed your phone.

“Let me get your number and I’ll text you later tonight” he said as you smiled widely, staring at him.

You gave him your number and he texted you to make sure you had his as he returned the pacifier once again and smiled. You adjusted your body and held onto the pacifier.

“I’ll be keeping this little lady” you said as Miche laughed again and your daughter giggled wildly. You couldn’t be 100% positive but you could swear your daughter had just hooked you up with the gorgeous man in front of you.

You both waved as you turned and walked away. When you arrived at work, dropping your daughter at the daycare in the building, hoping the day would hurry up and end. This had been the first time, in a long time you were excited for a text message. A text message, the more you thought about, might never come.

You’re dating life hadn’t exactly been spectacular since the baby had come. You assumed most guys thought you were married or at least taken. You had tried the online dating thing with very little success. Most of the dates you’d been on hadn’t gone past a first date. This was due to the fact that you had always been straight forward about your situation.

Being a mother was always something you had wanted. From the time you were young, you’d always wanted at least one child. Unfortunately for you, you also dreamed of running your own company and living life on your terms. It wasn’t until you found yourself, 32 and single that you considered the idea that you might never find what you wanted in a partner. You’re life had been consumed with establishing your career. A career you loved and worked hard at. A career you weren’t willing to give up for any partner or child. You knew you were being selfish in part but you worked hard to get her where you were, you were entitled to it.

It wasn’t until your 35th birthday that you had considered becoming a single mom by choice. You had done your research, worked out the logistics and decided to give it a whirl. Part of you thought that there was no way you could be pregnant on your own but you sure had.

Your daughter was born following your 36th birthday. Ever being the hardworking person you were, you worked right up until your waters broke during an office wide meeting. One that became an office wide panic upon hearing the news.

You’re daughter was born and she somehow fit perfectly into your world. Sure it was exhausting. Breastfeeding and pumping alone were a full time job but you were determined to succeed.

You did what you could to make everything fit. You’re life as you saw it, was perfect. There wasn’t a need to rattle the boat. You had done this all alone and you would continue to do so. Still the thought of Miche’s interactions with your daughter sent your heart into a frenzy. She had always been a happy baby and very social but there was something about their interactions that made it all the more sweet.

A buzz from your phone took you from your thoughts as you reached for it. A text message flashed across the screen. Your heart instantly braced.

Miche: Hey! Sorry I couldn’t wait to text you haha I have zero chill.

Your heart clenched with joy as you read his message. Not only had he actually followed through but he had done so in a cute way.

You: No worries! I’m just glad you texted!

Miche: yeah, weird but I really enjoyed our interaction this morning! Your baby is adorable!

You: That she is, also maybe a bit of a matchmaker by trade lol

Miche: Well do you think maybe I could thank her over dinner tomorrow night?

You: I think she would like that! Meet at the coffee shop around 5?

Miche: Sounds great! See you then!

You’re heart squeezed at his message! He had not only asked you on a date but also asked your daughter. This was huge, this was exciting! Your heart clenched tighter as your smile widened.

The next night, you packed up the baby and strolled your way to the coffee house. You had managed to secure the stroller back from your nanny and figured it was better to be prepared. You had no clue what the night would have in store. You and Miche had a light conversation over text and you could tell the man was very outgoing and funny.

You approached the coffee house, seeing Miche waiting outside by the entrance. He was early. Another plus for the man who seemed to be almost too good to be true. Your daughter squealed with joy as she saw Miche in the distance and he smiled broadly, waving at her as she squirmed to get free.

“Pumpkin hold on! You can’t just-” you said as your daughter reached her little arms towards Miche as he looked from her to you.

“Do you mind?” He said she he crouched down to her level and you nodded, watching in awe as he undid her straps and lifted her into his strong arms. Your heart melted seeing your daughter take to him so quickly.

“You are really good with kids” you chuckled as your daughter pulled on Miche’s long shaggy blonde locks.

“Yeah my friends Levi and Erwin both have little ones so I’m around them a lot. They say I’m at the same maturity level” he said smiling as you laughed “shall we?”

You nodded as you followed next to him, watching your daughter and Miche interact as he played with her while he talked with you. You walked to a small pizzeria down the way that you had frequented before. It was very kid friendly with highchairs so you loved going there with friends.

Sitting down, Miche lowered the baby into the highchair as you fiddled with the diaper bag, grabbing her snacks and her tablet. The tablet was a staple reinforcement for when you needed a moments peace. It never seemed to amaze you the power Cocomelon held over little minds.

“Wow you come prepared” Miche laughed lightly as you pulled the contents of the bag out, your daughters eyes glued to the colors and music.

“Let’s just say I’ve had to bring her to a few meetings and after one meeting of pure screaming, I became pro-ipad.”

Miche laughed loudly as he continued “so what do you do for work?”

“Well I run an IT business downtown. Well I don’t run it but I’m a partner” you said as Miches eyes widened.

“Wow! That’s awesome!! You must be busy?”

“Well I use to work all the time. But since we are established and have people under us, I’ve cut back. And this little one only aided in that” you said smiling as you moved your daughters hair from her forehead “by the way, and please don’t be offended but how did you know I was single?”

It had been a question you had pondered silently. It wasn’t like you were taken but most men wouldn’t rapidly approach a women with a child and probably assume that situation.

Miche blushed as his hand went behind the back of his neck “Well, I’ve seen you around a few times. I noticed you don’t wear a ring and well, my friend owns that coffee shop. He told me you didn’t have a partner. I had meant to ask you out before but I always chickened out. Then DN provided the opportunity of a lifetime when she threw her pacifier at me.”

You laughed as Miche chuckled. You were surprised you had never seen him before. Well not completely surprised because you often had your hands full of toddler, papers, bags or any combination. Your mind wasn’t often on scoping out the patrons of the establishment.

“I see! So you must work close to that coffee shop then. May I ask what you do?” ?”

Miche smiled “I’m actually an IT engineer. I work from home most of the time. I’m able to work part time thanks to my skill set and income. My other gig is in a band. I play drums and guitar but mostly drums.”

“That’s awesome! Having time for that stuff is so important. Believe me, I know”

Miche smiled as you smiled back widely, your daughter having completely forgotten you and Miche even existed thanks to the wonders of the tablet. You ordered your pizza and continued your conversation, Miche making you laugh and vice versa. You learned he truly was funny and down the earth. Plus the man was cute. He had great hair, amazing eyes and he a wonderful personality.

“Weird question” Miche said swiftly, taking a bite of his pizza as you set yours down “but what’s up with your situation?”

You looked at him and then to your daughter you knew eventually you’d have to explain your life to him.

“Well, basically after my company was established, I wanted to be a mom. So I did that” you said as you lifted your pizza up and took a bite.

Miche stared at you before he spoke “just like that?”

“yep just like that” you laughed. A small smile creeping into Miche’s face as you continued “I went through a sperm bank and basically did a DIY insemination. Luckily I managed to conceive this little one on the first try.”

Miche looked at you as you cut more pizza up for your daughter, your eyes trailing from him to her and then back again.

“Dang, that easy?” He said shockingly

“Basically! I did a lot of research. About 3 months worth. I talked to my doctor, checked out some chats and forums. I connected with other single moms by choice. I researched sperm clinics and insemination practices. I spent a few months getting my diet in order, tracking ovulation and preparing before I took the dive. I’m financially secure for the rest of my life so finances weren’t an issue for me. Unfortunately finding a partner was” you laughed as Miche listened intently “I decided at 35 I was done waiting around. So bam!” You said pointing to your daughter. Miche roared with laughter as you laughed with him. His laughter was so infectious you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Hey I get it” he said “I’m 41. I don’t have kids and I’ve never been married. I love kids but not sure I want to biologically father one. It’s never been on my radar.”

“I get it! It’s a big commitment and my life completely changed. I use to spend all my time getting facials, getting my hair done and eating fancy sushi. Now I eat cheerios my kid drops on the living room floor.”

Miche laughed again as you smiled brightly, continued using to eat your pizza. Your night progressed as you talked more. Miche paid for dinner after a much heated conversation which was interrupted by your daughters immediate need for a diaper change. Miche took advantage of the situation, slipping away to pay while you tended to the baby. You were convinced at this point, DN was on Miche’s side.

You walked down the street to a small park. It was around 6pm and the summer air was nice and warm. Not too hot but not cool. Perfect weather for playing. Miche carried your daughter to the park as he placed her in a swing and began to push her. She loved swinging and something told you Miche would spend hours pushing her. You caught her as she slid down the slide from the top after Miche helped her up. You laughed as Miche tried to slide down the slide with her. Unfortunately for him, his legs being so long that he was barely able to slide at all.

The night went off without a hitch. Miche walked you back to your apartment as you exchanged a light kiss with him and he kissed your daughters cheek. He asked you out the next night to which you suggested he come over for a home-cooked meal.

“Oh like I’m going to say no to that! How about we cook together? I love cooking” he said with a huge smile.

“You’re on!” You said as he waved you off, walking down the street. You signed as you walked your way into your apartment. The date had been absolutely perfect and Miche was beyond amazing.

The next few months went by fast. You and Miche saw each other regularly and often. After 3 dates, Miche had asked you to be his girlfriend. He had taken you on a child free date to a small Italian restaurant. The night had been just as perfect as all the rest. After about a month, Miche started staying overnight at your place. His schedule allowed him to work from anywhere. You moved into a comfortable routine.

He helped you with everything from repairs to late nights with the baby. More than once he had taken the late shift when she had been up teething. He didn’t seem to mind at all and encouraged you to sleep. When you had been up late working, he had gotten up early to fetch you coffee and breakfast. It was like Miche had always fit into your life perfectly.

“Are you serious?? A meeting tonight!” You shouted over the phone as Miche emerged from your bedroom, throwing a t-shirt on. He had just come home from band practice and had showered while you prepared dinner.

“Dude you can’t be serious! This client is a pain in the-” you said as you stopped, looking over to your daughter who was staring at you and eating her cheerios “behind… a pain in my behind!”

Miche laughed as he picked up your daughters sippy cup from the floor and walked over , grabbing your hips and sticking his face in your neck. He knew it would help calm you down, which is exactly what you needed in order to not blow your top. You breathed in slowly as you continued to speak.

“Yeah give me like 30 minutes to figure stuff out here and then I’ll be there” you said as you hung up the phone and sighed.

“Bad news?” Miche said staring at you as he leaned his hip against the counter.

“This client. He’s the worst. He never wants to meet at normal times. Gives us zero direction and then changes things at the last minute. I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ve got to call-”

“I can take care of her” Miche said softly as you watched him watching your daughter eat her cheerios, also dropping a healthy amount if the floor.

“Miche, that’s a lot to ask! She can be a real handful at bedtime”

“YN, baby I help you do it almost every night. Plus I think I’m like at least somewhat capable. Or like at least tolerable right Pumpkin ?” He said as your daughter squealed her cheesy smile at Miche and you.

“Oh alright! But if you need me, don’t hesitate to call. Actually, scratch that and call me anyways. I give it 5 minutes before I ring this guy’s neck” you said as Miche laughed loudly. His laughter always brought a smile to your face.

Walking back into your apartment at 9pm, you were utterly exhausted. Your body and mind were so tired from the meeting it was a struggle to even open the door. Walking to the counter, you noticed the kitchen cleaned up and the baby monitor on. You looked at the monitor as you saw Miche rocking your daughter in his arms both looking so incredibly peaceful and sweet. You turned the volume up to listen. He was singing to her. She was fast asleep as his mellow, gorgeous voice sounded of the monitor. You’re heart clenched as a tear formed in your eye.

When he stopped, you saw him kiss your daughters forehead as he stood up with her, walking her to the crib. You heard his voice mellow and soft over the baby monitor.

“Don’t tell your mom pumpkin but I love you and her so much” he said as he kissed her cheek again, putting her in her crib. Tears rushed from your eyes as you watched Miche softly stroke your daughters back. There was no way you could love this man more.

The door opened suddenly as tears filled your eyes and you weeped. Miche’s eyes widened as he rushed to you immediately, grabbing you and hauling you to his body. His head rested on yours as he rubbed your back.

“YN is everything ok? Did you get-”

“I love you too”

“What?” He said cautiously as he pulled you away from his body, his gaze meeting yours.

“I saw the baby monitor Miche, what you said to DN. God I love you” you said as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a sweet but hastened kiss.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, smiling.

“Well that’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you. A baby monitor confession isn’t all that romantic” he said laughing as you chuckled.

“No Miche, it was perfect! You’re perfect” you said sweetly as you gripped him tighter “I love you Miche Zacharias.”

“I love you too YN LN”

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angstyclowns · 4 years ago

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Please don’t let me go.

Part 2 to this! Thank you all so much for 2K followers!

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki did not lose. Not in battles, not in competitions, friendly or not, and he would not lose you. He refused to. He would not let you go. He loved you too much. He was too selfish to let you go. He fucked up, he’d own that. He fucked up badly, though he wasn’t certain he knew how to fix it. He could hear your sobs throughout your den, making him whine.

You hadn’t done anything but cry since those blasted words left his mouth and he was beginning (Pshh beginning, he always worried about you) to get scared. Groaning, he shut off his phone, thanking any and every being out there an old friend of his was willing to take his shift (He had to send her a gift basket for her and Deku). His duffel landed on the ground with a thud before he was running to your guys room, opening the door with zero hesitation. You looked up to him with such heartbreak in your eyes. Fuck, his chest hurt.

Katsuki was never good with words, you and him both knew this, but he still had to make it right. He had too. Fuck his eyes were stinging as he approached you, making him collapse onto his knees in front of your nest. You watched him, not saying anything.

“Please, fuck I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Any of what I said. You don’t deserve it-deserve it. You deserve so much better than me- But I don’t want to let you go-” He was crying now, making you cry as well. You understood he was stressed, and you probably weren’t making it any better. Both of you were stressed and anxious and- fuck.

This wasn’t healthy communication. You and him both knew it. You needed to fix this. With time you would. Right now though, right now you were focused on the arms wrapping around you, and thats all you would focus on for now.

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“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to talk about with this upcoming pregnancy? This is a safe space.”

Katsuki smirked at the therapist. playing with the ring on your finger as he held your hand.

“What is there to say? I’m pumped. The Bakugou genes live on and I’ve got my pretty omega by my side.”

While marriage counselling sounded terrible on paper, it wasn’t. It gave you both an outlet and coping mechanisms when hurdles appeared in your relationship, and made you both overall a lot happier.

You purred as you leaned on your alpha, making the therapist smile.

“As far as I’m concerned, I’m no longer needed here. You both seem to have impressive communication now, and I can’t see this changing when your pup arrives. Though, keep in mind when that time comes, you both will need to be top of your game.”

You watched Katsuki nod, completely entranced by the therapists words. If you would’ve told yourself about this Katsuki a year ago, when your huge fight broke out, you would’ve laughed in your own face. But now, watching Katsuki work hard to prove he was the alpha you deserve?

Your heart fluttered and the butterflies in your tummy grew restless. While a pup would be a big challenge, you and Katsuki were ready for it.

And he would be with you every step of the way.

Shouto Todoroki

His choice was made before his subconscious even had the chance to boot up. His throat closed up and his phone was crushed in his palm when it tried dragging his attention from the fact at hand. It was dropped with little remorse as Shouto quickly ran in the same direction you did, stopping you from entering your guys room. You chirped in surprise when he turned you around, pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

You wanted to fight him but Shouto didn’t let you. He didn’t let you go when you squirmed, he only tightened his grip (Not hurting you). He didn’t know when it happened, but tears were starting to drip down his cheeks.

Shouto didn’t get angry. But he got upset. He felt so guilty. Just seeing your heartbroken face replay on his mind was torture. Just knowing he had just did the same thing his father did to his mother. He was dismissing your worries and genuine concern because of his job.

“I-I don’t see how messed up this is. But I want you to tell me- show me. I want to be a better alpha for you. Bonding you wasn’t and won’t ever be a mistake to me. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to. I want to know why it’s such a big deal.”

You broke down as Shouto held you, not finding the words to explain anything just yet. You would need time to do so, and he would give you that time.

He just wanted to tell you he made his choice.

In fact, there wasn’t much of a choice at all, and he hoped-- prayed-- you could feel that.

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“Shouto, we need you to start up the scenting again. You’re rep is dropping and-” His P.R. manager was halted with a finger, the half-and-half hero quickly dialing your number on a new-- not crushed-- phone.

“Sho? Aren’t you at work? Why are you calling? Did something-”

“Scenting things that aren’t for you, thats a breech of privacy and demeans our relationship, right?” Shouto cut you off, sending a silent apology to you.

You paused on the other end. “Yeah? We had this conversation a couple weeks ago. Are you okay?”

He smiled. “Fine. Just reminding myself.”

You both said your quick goodbyes before Shouto turned to his P.R. manager. “My omega said no.”

“Who cares what your omega thinks?! Your-”

“I’m nothing without my omega. I care what my omega thinks and what my omega says go. If her word isn’t enough then mine will be. I said no.”

Silently, Shouto patted himself on the back as he turned, trying to leave for patrol. You would be proud of his newly shined spine.

“Your-”

“Oh, before I forget. ” Shouto turned, facing the manager who was red with rage. It made him smirk. “You’re fired.”

Keigo Takami

Patrol was rough. Brutal. He couldn’t focus.

He had told you he was more important. He wasn’t.

He was a broken shell of a man. Hawks was this fucking persona he put up, and in that moment those words came from him. Not the Keigo that you dug so hard for. Not the Keigo that you ached for late at night, just wanting to hold him in your arms.

He was blurring the lines between Keigo and Hawks, with Hawks breaking through as the dominant. He didn’t want that. Not at all. He wanted Keigo to still be there. Be there for you.

Fuck this.

He was going to be there for you. Fuck the hero rankings. Fuck the commission. Fuck anything that kept him from you.

Turning around, he ignored any calls of his name, soaring faster than he had all evening to get to you. He could see you through the windows of the balcony (You both lived on the top floor, enough enough ceiling to floor windows looked nice). You were looking ahead of you blankly, wrapped in one of his sweaters. Fuck you looked like you had gone through the ring. Hair messy and eyes blotchy.

You didn’t even look over when he tumbled through the door, literally crawling to you.

Keigo would admit he had never cried since he was six. He was twenty-three now. That was seventeen years.

He would also admit he cried at your feet. Angry, painful sobs that rocked his body and made him hurt. He didn’t care though. He’d do it all for you.

He tried pleading that he was nothing without you. Hollow and empty.

To be fair though, he wasn’t even certain he was doing anything other than incoherent babbles. When your arms wrapped around him and allowed his wings to cocoon around you both, he figured he made some sense.

For you, he’d go through all the pain seventeen years of hiding would bring him.

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“Baby bird!”

Keigo didn’t normally call out to you like he found himself doing, but recently, he’s found himself doing a lot of stuff he never imagined himself doing.

Domestic life with you was such a nice feeling.

Having you in his arms every morning, working with you as he got ready for work, watching you yourself get ready for your day. Just you.

You were perfect in everyway and it made his chest tighten with love every time he saw you.

You turned the corner with a smile, waving to him before gesturing for him to follow. He did so with a quirked brow, following you to one of the ex-guest rooms. You were giddy, bouncing slightly in your place with your scent so happy and boisterous it made Keigo purr.

When you decided he wasn’t moving fast enough, you ran back, pulling him forward and into the nursery. His son was laying there, fast asleep in a makeshift mini-nest, bright red wings wrapped around himself as a blanket.

You cooed and held onto Keigo, watching as your alpha picked up your son, holding him to his chest. The young boy merely ruffled his feathers, quickly recognizing the scent and nuzzling into his dad’s chest.

While he went through seventeen years of pain in the span of two, he had you by his side. And now, he had his son. His son which you had gifted him.

He didn’t know what he was thinking back then, but truly no one was more important than you.

And he would take that with him until the day he dies.

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angelamajiki · 4 years ago

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PART ONE (yandere)

PAIRINGS: Bunny! Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

CW: nsfw, pegging, orgasm denial, mommy kink, rimming, fingering, kissing, spanking, praise kink, power play

AN: no yandere this time but please enjoy!! sorry it’s a day late <33

To say he was nervous about bringing up the topic was a hell of an understatement.

Even still, Tamaki was so afraid of your judgment and disapproval despite having been in a long-term relationship. His nerves never quite seemed to know how to calm themselves, especially when it came to you.

“What do you think, c-can we try it?” He shyly asked, taking your hand in his and looking up at you with those doe eyes you simply adore.

“Is that any way to ask mommy for something, bunny?”

Tamaki’s face flushed even further at the mention of his favorite name for you, feeling his blush spread to his pointed ears.

“Please, will you peg me, mommy?”

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The two of you went down a sex shop the next day for preparations, letting Tamaki pick out the dildo he felt most comfortable letting you use. His blush was at an all-time high, making him seem near feverish as he snatched a 4-inch carrot-shaped one off the wall and into the basket you carried.

“Excellent choice.” You whispered in his ear, making him lurk further into the turtleneck of his sweater. “So eager, bunny. Why don't we hurry home so we can play, huh?”

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Playtime was on for your little hybrid the second you made it back home. He bounded off to the bedroom, bag in hand as you locked up the front door. How cute, his leg was thumping in excitement on the bed when you finally entered the room.

Tail twitching in excitement, Tamaki pulled you on top of him and fell back onto the bed. Lean legs wrapped around your waist and slender arms looped around your neck. The sweet thing beneath you was practically shaking in anticipation under your deft touch.

Gentle fingers ghosted over his tail, making him buck his hips into yours with a whine.

“Now, now, no whining, Maki. Just tell mommy what you want.”

“W-Want you inside, mommy.” He whined again, turning his head into the pillow as he ground his hips up into yours.

Detangling yourself from him, Tamaki flipped himself over with his pert little ass in the air and flushed face in the sheets. He pulled down his shorts and flung them off the bed. He always did like to keep his shirt on, though, the shy thing he was.

You settled onto your knees behind him, pushing his back down to buck his hips up towards you. Gathering a glob of spit, you let it drip onto his hole, making him squirm beneath you.

“Be still.” You ordered, giving him a quick spank to his ass.

Your tongue set out to work on his tight, puckered hole, chuckling into him when he squeezed himself around nothing but your appendage. His squeals and whines were music to your ears as you lapped against his hole, milking his hard cock at the same time with your free hand.

Tamaki couldn't help but grip your hair with nimble fingers, pushing his hips against your face. Your tongue sent sparks throughout his whole body, making him convulse under your hot mouth.

“Oh fuck, mommy!”

Another spank landed on his backside, forcing a yelp and a jerk out of him.

“Mind your manners, boy.”

“Y-Yes mommy.”

Silly boy, he knows better than to swear at you. You chose to forego giving him an orgasm through rimming and cut straight to the chase, slathering lube against his already wet hole.

A single finger wiggled its way inside of him, drawing out a wanton moan from his trembling lips. The digit pumped slowly in and out of him, gently prodding around for his sweet spot.

You set a slow pace, loving the sounds you were pulling from your bunny. You intended to prep your boy thoroughly. The finger finally found his prostate, rubbing it gently.

Cries spilled from his lips as you continued to milk his cock, adoring his pleas and begs for you to slow down, that he was going to cum.

“Did I say you could cum? Naughty thing.”

“P-Please? Oh please, mommy. I need to cum!” He panted out, hips twitching and bucking under your touch. “Mommy! I can’t, I can’t-”

“Shh, shh. It's alright, sweet pea, go ahead and cum.”

Tamaki came a few seconds later with permission, crying out as he shot hot ropes of cum all over the bedspread beneath him. You finger and hand didn't stop once he finished and instead, you opted to add another finger to his hole.

Tamaki squirmed violently underneath you, whining and shouting that mommy it was too much!

“I said be still, boy. Do l need to punish you? You're really pushing my last nerve tonight. So disrespectful.”

Both your fingers abused his prostate, making him howl and drool under you as he came, over-sensitive and overstimulated from his previous orgasm.

Mumbles of apologies and praises for you slipped from his quivering mouth. Feeling kind enough to let him catch his breath, you gently stroked his back as he sobbed into the pillow.

“Shh, you're alright, sweet pea. You're okay.”

Poor thing, Tamaki was always such a sensitive boy.

His hips started to buck up into your hand as he gripped the sheets.

“More, mommy. Please?” His voice was hoarse from his shouting and moaning, barely above a whisper, as he held onto your free hand and laced your fingers together. “I need you.”

The two fingers inside him began to piston in and out of him again, staying sweet and slow. You savored the soft moans seeping from him and gave the back of his hand a gentle kiss.

“There we go, honey. Just like that. You're such a good boy for me.”

Tamaki whimpered at the praise, squeezing your hand tightly as his hole clenched around the third finger entering him.

“Feels good to be stretched, huh baby.”

The boy nodded, tugging your arm towards him so he could place a sweet kiss on your plush lips. He whimpered and whined into the kiss as all three fingers circled his sweet spot. Licking at your lips, you deepened the kiss with his tongue, gently sucking on it while he enveloped your lips with his.

The next build to his orgasm was slow and gentle, letting him moan softly with teary eyes as he came for the third time, this time untouched.

You pet his sweaty forehead as you pecked at his lips, riding out his high with a smile.

“I think my good boy is ready for his treat now.” You mused. “What do you think, bunny?”

Tamaki nodded quickly, getting onto his back as you locked the strap into place on your hips.

“Come now, suck on mommy’s cock.”

Hauling him up to his knees, you stood before him on the bed and nudged the silicon at his lips. Obediently, he took it into his mouth with your hand on the back of his head.

“Good boy, Maki.” You whispered, threading all your fingers through his hair as you thrust into his mouth. Holding his head in place, you thrust your hips into his mouth, feeling a sliver of pleasure run up your spine at the sound of his choked whimpers. Using both hands, you pushed his head flush against your crotch and held him there, chuckling as he shook beneath you and choked deeply.

After a few moments, you let him up for air and smiled at his reddened face.

“I think mommy’s cock is wet enough for your tight little hole now. On your back, boy.”

What an obedient bunny you had. Scrambling, Tamaki pushed a pillow up under his hips and grasped your hand in his once more.

“Ready, little boy?”

“Y-Yes, mommy.”

With his approval, you began to sink the slick strap into him, watching as his mouth opened wide into an O-shape and screwed shut eyes.

“How’s that feel, sweetpea?”

About half way in with the dildo, you paused briefly to let him catch his breath.

“‘S good, mommy! So good!” He gasped.

“Breathe for me, okay? Breathe nice and deep for mommy.”

Continuing on, you stroked his cock while pushing into the hilt, shushing him gently as he practically screamed in pleasure.

“O-oh mommy! Mommy, mommy, mommy!”

The poor boy was babbling incoherently, sobbing in pleasure as he ground your hips up into his prostate. Howling, Tamaki gripped both your forearms that held his waist in place. Your pace was agonizingly slow, wanting him to beg for you to fuck him like an animal.

“Feeling good?”

Tamaki whined at your words, pushing his hips flush against yours and bouncing slightly. He nodded and whispered. “I-I need more, mommy! Please, I can't take it!”

“Hush now, I’m giving you all the I have.”

Smirking, you slowed your pace down and held his hips firmly in place.

“L-Let me ride you then. Can I, mommy? Can I please. I-I need to!”

“I don't know if I should let you.” Sighing dramatically, you stopped your hips altogether. “You’ve been so naughty tonight, swearing at me and rushing me.”

Tamaki whined loudly and thrashed in your grip.

“I-I’ll be good, mommy! I promise I promise, I promise. Please just fuck me stupid!” He sobbed, bucking his hips up into yours.

“Fine, I suppose I can punish you later.”

With that, you started a rough pace into him and flipped him onto his stomach. One hand on his cock and the other pushing his lower back down to get a perfect arch on your strap.

The sound of Tamaki’s cries and skin slapping against skin filled the room. You were doing your best to give him the rough pounding he deserved, slapping his ass a few times for good measure.

Tamaki, on the other hand, was face down in the pillow, drooling as he gripped the sheets tightly. Your hand wrung itself through his locks and yanked his head upward, earning a cry of pleasure from him as you continued to slam into him.

“Mommy! M-Mommy! ‘M gonna cum again!”

“Do it. Cum for me, boy.”

Your hand fisted his cock hard and fast, synching up with your thrusts. With his tongue lolled out, Tamaki came hard with a loud moan, shaking beneath your hands as he rode out his orgasm on your strap.

After coming down, the two of you huffed and shared the comfortable silence of the room as your hand stroked his back gently.

“Such a good boy for me, Maki.”

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Ragnarok (Chapter Eight)

Summary: (Y/N) and the Grandmaster’s favorite scrapper join forces to locate Thor and the Hulk and as they all discuss how to finally escape Sakaar, she uncovers a shocking betrayal.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, guys, I was busy with my brother’s wedding and working a little on two of my other series, but I’m here now so yay! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Eight (Previous Chapter)

Rubbing at her aching temple, (Y/N) looked at the half-smashed Quinjet before her and heaved a weary sigh. “Well, that plan went to shit.” Incoherent babbling drew her attention away from the aircraft and she glanced at Carina in the floating pram beside her with a half-smile. “It’s okay to swear in certain situations, Cari, and this is most definitely one of those situations. I seriously don’t get it, the Quinjet looked completely fine last night! There weren’t even any scrappers working nearby!”

(Y/N) shouldn’t have been surprised by the unfortunate discovery, though, things hadn’t exactly been going her way that morning; her sleep had been plagued by familiar nightmares of falling helicarriers and exploding cities and when she woke up, Carina was unusually fussy so she spent a while soothing the newborn. Loki was a little more polite than usual – presumably because of their conversation the night before – but he wasn’t as talkative as he usually was and before she could fill him in on Thor’s plan to escape Sakaar, he was summoned to the Grandmaster’s throne room; it wasn’t unusual for the ruler to request her companion’s presence for trivial reasons, but something felt off to her about this particular summons. She hid her concern behind a smile and once Loki left, she donned a borrowed scrapper outfit and settled Carina into her new pram before venturing out into the trash fields near the palace, wanting to examine the Quinjet ahead of her next visit with Thor.

“Well, we might as well take a quick look and see if there’s anything we can salvage.”

(Y/N) carefully navigated her way over small piles of twisted metal and broken glass while Carina’s pram floated along beside her. When they reached the jagged tear in the hull of the aircraft, she cautiously stepped through it and glanced around the familiar space as a melancholy smile slowly spread across her face; despite the torn hull, it looked practically the same as it had when she boarded it to help the Avengers stop Ultron three years earlier and she couldn’t help but marvel at how distant that day felt to her. Her eyes traveled to the corner of the Quinjet as she recalled how Steve had helped soothe her anxious nerves by sitting and listening to music on his beat-up MP3 player with her, both stealing glances at one another like lovesick teenagers as their hands not-so-accidentally brushed. I wish you didn’t feel so far away from me, Steve, she silently told the super-soldier, taking a steadying breath before turning away and heading towards the open weapons cabinet; predictably, all of the guns had already been taken but she managed to find a battered box of Natasha’s stun discs towards the bottom.

“-Don’t know where Ultron’s headed, but you’re going very high, very fast-”

In an instant, (Y/N) sprang into action; she dropped the box, closed the top of Carina’s pram using the button on her bracelet and drew the daggers Loki had gifted her before whirling around in preparation for a fight. No one was there, but a flickering holographic video had appeared near the controls up front and her eyes widened when she recognized Natasha; she was sporting a shorter and curlier hairstyle, but it was the look of barely-concealed desperation on the spy’s face that tipped her off to what the video was. “Oh, Nat…” She lowered her weapons and let out a small sigh, her thoughts drifting to her friend’s doomed infatuation with Bruce Banner; she never truly understood the connection between Natasha and Bruce but after seeing the spy’s heartbreak after his disappearance, she knew that the scientist meant a lot to her. “I wish you were here.”

“She’s pretty.” (Y/N) raised her daggers and spun back around to see Scrapper 142 standing at the mouth of the gaping hole, one hand on her hip while the other held an obedience fob. “You can stand down, I don’t have any desire to hurt you or your child. Your fake husband, on the other hand…”

A chill ran down (Y/N)’s spine and her grip on the daggers’ hilts tightened. “What did you do to Loki?”

The Valkyrie snorted in amusement. “Stopped him from stabbing me through the heart and stopped myself from returning the gesture. Relax, he’s just chained up in my apartment; I’ll take you to him but first, I need you to tell me where Thor and the Big Guy are.”

Brows furrowing in confusion, (Y/N) slowly lowered her weapons and asked, “They’re gone?”

“Yeah, Thor jumped out a window to get to this aircraft and Hulk followed after him. The Grandmaster’s got everyone out looking for them, and he gave Lackey and I-”

“Loki.”

“All right, Loki and I, only an hour to find them both before he decides to use his melt stick on us.” Scrapper 142 tilted her head to the side as they considered one another. “You didn’t see that giant hologram of him telling people to go out and party in the Hulk’s name?”

“I’m the mother of an energetic newborn and currently running on about three hours of sleep, so it’s a miracle that I’m even able to stand right now.” The Valkyrie smiled a little at her words and she was struck by the absence of the hardened gleam that had been in her eyes the night of the Contest of Champions. “So, did you decide to help Thor save Asgard or are you here to deliver them back to the Grandmaster in chains?”

She shrugged in an offhand manner but was unable to disguise the flash of regret in her brown eyes. “Everyone’s entitled to a change of heart. A long time ago, Hela took everything from me and I’m done trying to forget so if helping Thor escape Sakaar means I’ll have another shot at killing her, then I’m in.”

(Y/N) sheathed her daggers and took a step forward before extending a hand out to her. “In that case, welcome to the team…um, I just realized that I don’t know really your real name. What would you like to be called?”

“I’m fine with Valkyrie, though…just between you and I?” Valkyrie took her outstretched hand and softly smiled. “My real name’s Brunnhilde. I don’t think I’m quite ready to be called that again but if I don’t survive going up against Hela, I want at least one person in the universe to know it.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you.” They shared a smile before (Y/N) released her hand and gestured in the direction of the city. “I’ll help you find Thor and Hulk and in return, you’ll take me to where you’re holding Loki. Deal?”

Brunnhilde nodded once. “Deal.”

As both women made their way out of the wrecked Quinjet, (Y/N) patted a hand on Carina’s closed pram and smiled inwardly at the current situation; at the rate I’m going I’ll have more Asgardian friends than I do Earth friends, she thought to herself, recalling a moment she’d shared with Steve on the very Quinjet they were leaving…

“So, you and Thor seem to be getting along pretty well.”

(Y/N) slowly nodded, a little surprised by the coolness of the super-soldier’s tone but chalking it up to anxiety over their impending mission. “He’s really nice, definitely not as intimidating as he seems on television. During the party last night, he even asked for my opinion on where to take Dr. Foster on their next date; it was honestly really endearing to hear him talk about her.”

Steve nodded, his expression softening as he glanced over at her. “It’s strange, though. Thor didn’t immediately warm up to us but he seems to like you after only a day.”

“What can I say? I’m just awesome like that.” With a teasing grin, she lightly elbowed him in the side. “Don’t worry, Cap, a ‘carbonated beverage’ won’t change who my favorite Avenger is.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I’m still Black Widow’s Number One fan!” (Y/N) laughed as Steve rolled his eyes in mild exasperation, an amused smile spreading across his face at her joke.

(Y/N) was one step closer to getting their daughter back to Earth and the hope of seeing Steve again gave her the strength she needed to push ahead and enter the chaotic streets of Sakaar’s capital city side by side with a fearsome Asgardian Valkyrie.

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The Sakaarians had certainly taken the Grandmaster’s words to heart; the streets were filled with revelers dancing and cheering in celebration of the Hulk and as they partied, they played instruments and tossed green powdered paint into the air. The impromptu festival forced (Y/N) and Brunnhilde to separate as they searched for the God of Thunder and the Grandmaster’s runaway champion; she kept one hand on Carina’s pram and the other on the dagger strapped to her waist as she cautiously navigated the streets, her eyes scanning the crowds for any signs of them.

“Thor? Thor!”

Whirling around, (Y/N) spotted a curly-haired man wandering around the nearby courtyard; although he was facing away from her and half-covered in green powdered paint, there was something very familiar about his voice and the way he held himself, as if trying to make himself appear small. “Holy shit…” She pushed her way through the nearby dancers and hurried into the courtyard before calling out, “Bruce!”

Bruce Banner turned and his brown eyes widened in recognition. “(Y/N)?!” When she finally reached him, they hugged and the scientist laughed in delight. “Man, you’ve got no idea how happy I am to see you! Thor mentioned that you were here too but we got separated before he could tell me more, like how the hell you ended up on an alien planet with the rest of us.”

“It’s kind of a long story, but I promise I’ll tell you all about it.” (Y/N) pulled away from him and grinned. “It’s really great to see you again, Bruce. Everyone’s missed you since you…um, has Thor filled you in on how long you’ve-?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I was the Hulk for almost three years. I-I’m still trying to wrap my head around missing all that time and being on a completely different planet, and the more I think about it the more I start freaking out and-”

“Okay, Bruce, just take some deep breaths for me,” She hastily instructed, wanting to prevent the scientist from hulking out in the middle of the street festival. “Do you remember where you last saw Thor?”

“I don’t know, one minute we were standing together and the next he was gone!” Her hand wrapped around his arm as she began leading him through the dense crowd and while a cluster of dancers passed by, Bruce was shoved into her and his hand brushed against Carina’s closed pod. “Um, what’s that? Some sort of alien weapon-thing?”

“That’s…um, that’s actually my-”

Distracted, they both bumped into the back of a towering creature, who growled in anger as they slowly turned to face them; Bruce shrank back and (Y/N) swallowed nervously while the creature began flexing their muscular arms but before she could do anything, Thor appeared and placed himself between them and the infuriated being. Just as they were about to charge, their body suddenly convulsed and collapsed onto the ground, revealing Brunnhilde with her obedience fob in hand.

(Y/N) moved out from behind Thor in time to catch the dumbstruck expression crossing his face. “…Hi?”

The Valkyrie gave him a thin smile. “Hi.”

“I was gonna do that.”

“Yeah, well, I did it first.”

“What’re you doing here?”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving.”

While Thor and Brunnhilde continued their bantering, Bruce leaned closer to (Y/N) and whispered, “Who is she? Is she Thor’s new girlfriend or something?”

She shook her head. “No, she’s a scrapper who works for the Grandmaster and the last living Valkyrie.” Not wanting to confuse or stress the scientist even more than he already was by telling him that the Valkyrie was good friends with Hulk, she decided to omit that particular detail for the time being. Now I’ve got two superheroes that I somehow need to break the news of the Avengers’ separation to, she thought with a weary sigh before stepping forward and interrupting the bantering Asgardians. “We really should move this somewhere more private before any of the Grandmaster’s people spot us.”

Casting a quick glance around them, Brunnhilde gestured for them to follow her. “C’mon, my apartment’s not too far from here.” Her brow furrowed as her eyes landed on Bruce’s timid form. “Who’s this guy?”

“He’s a friend,” Thor and (Y/N) replied, exchanging furtive glances with one another while Bruce stammered out an introduction and the Valkyrie finally shrugged.

They ducked down a nearby alleyway and utilized the city’s deserted side streets to avoid the festival, soon reaching a run-down tower where they took the slow elevator up to one of the highest floors. Running her fingers along the silver bracelet fastened around her wrist, (Y/N) nudged Bruce and nodded at the closed pram floating between them. “I suppose this is as good a time as any to introduce you.” He opened his mouth to ask what she meant just as she pressed the bracelet’s button, and the sight of the dozing newborn nearly made his jaw drop to the floor. “Bruce, meet Carina Lorraine Rogers-(Y/L/N).”

“Wait, you and Steve…?” Bruce’s eyes were wide with shock as he looked between them both and when (Y/N) nodded, his face broke out into an amazed grin. “That’s great, (Y/N), congratulations! You know, after Steve introduced us to you at Tony’s party, we were all sort of hoping that you two would get together and here you are a few years later with a baby. This is probably – no, definitely – definitely the best news I’ve gotten since transforming back.” Flashing him a bashful smile, she reached down and carefully adjusted Carina’s blanket while the scientist continued on. “Steve’s gotta be thrilled about finally being a dad, huh?”

(Y/N) blanched but was spared from answering when the elevator stopped and they all stepped out into the hall. Brunhhilde led them through the hallways and turned to face them when they reached a battered metal door, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Look, I’ve spent years in a haze trying to forget my past. Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink and forget and to die one day…”

Thor nodded with a serious expression on his face. “I was thinking that you drink too much and that probably was going to kill you.”

The Valkyrie frowned while (Y/N) surreptitiously elbowed the Asgardian in the side. “I don’t plan to stop drinking but I don’t want to forget. I can’t turn away anymore, so if I’m gonna die…well, it may as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.” Thor and Bruce both mumbled words of encouragement as both women exchanged exasperated looks. “Yeah, so I’m saying that I wanna be on the team. Has it got a name?”

“Yeah, it’s called the…the…” Looking lost, Thor glanced down at Bruce and realization dawned on his face. “Um, the Revengers!”

Brunnhilde arched a brow. “Revengers?”

“Because I’m getting revenge, you’re getting revenge,” He pointed at the confused scientist beside him. “Do you want revenge?”

“I-I’m…I’m undecided.”

Thor turned to (Y/N) and Carina with a grin. “And you also want revenge, Writer (Y/L/N)?”

“I’d do anything to get of this damn planet, Thor, so yes, revenge sounds pretty good right about now.” Next to her, a still-sleeping Carina suddenly blew a loud raspberry. “…Carina wants revenge, too.”

Brunnhilde’s lips were curled into a small smile as she nodded towards the metal door beside them. “Also, I’ve got a peace offering.”

She reached for the control panel on the wall and punched in a password, and the door slid upwards to reveal Loki; he was seated on a small stool across from them and wrapped in chains, the disgruntled expression on his face punctuated by a heaving sigh and sarcastic “Surprise!” They followed the Valkyrie into her apartment and while she began rifling through her cabinet, Thor picked up a metal bottle and tossed it at his brother’s head; it bounced off and clattered to the ground as Loki shot him a glare. “Ow.”

“Was that really necessary, Thor?”

At (Y/N)’s pointed question, Thor shrugged indifferently and replied, “Just had to be sure.”

The Asgardian wandered further into the apartment while Bruce cautiously approached them and Loki gave him a humorless smile. “Hello, Bruce.”

The scientist shifted uncomfortably as his gaze shifted between her and Loki. “So, last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everybody. Where are you at these days?”

“It varies from moment to moment.”

Bruce’s eyes widened in alarm at Loki’s ominous answer and as he hurried away to where Thor stood, (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her companion with a sharp look. “And was that really necessary, Loki?”

“Don’t fret, mortal, it would take more than some teasing for the good doctor to transform back into the beast.” Although still amused, his blue-green eyes filled with concern as he looked her and Carina over. “Are you both all right?”

“We’re fine, but how’re you? Bru-Valkyrie mentioned that you two got into a fight after your meeting with the Grandmaster and tried to kill each other…?”

The Asgardian rolled his eyes. “For the record, that scuffle was entirely her fault; our favor with the Grandmaster seems to have finally run out in light of Thor and Hulk’s disappearance, and the Valkyrie interrupted as I was attempting to quell his anger towards us.”

Before (Y/N) could reply, the Valkyrie in question began speaking. “Sakaar and Asgard are about as far apart as any two known systems, so our best bet is a wormhole outside the city limits.” Brunnhilde gestured towards the large window before them, where the planet’s many wormholes were on full display. “Refuel on Xandar and be back in Asgard in around…um, eighteen months?”

“Nope, we’re going through that one.”

They all looked to where Thor was pointing and (Y/N)’s eyes widened in alarm as she examined the enormous and raging wormhole; it looked much larger than it had from the Hulk’s suite and its reddened hue filled so much of the planet’s sky. Across the room, the Valkyrie was frowning. “The Devil’s Anus?”

From his spot in the apartment’s kitchen, Bruce’s head shot up at her question. “Wait, whose anus are we going through?”

“For the record, I didn’t know it was called that when I picked it…well, technically Heimdall picked it for me…”

Bruce’s face was bright with wonder as he moved to stand beside Thor for a better look. “That looks like a collapsing neuron star inside of an Einstein-Rosen Bridge.”

(Y/N) anxiously bit her lip while she considered their dilemma. “We need another ship; the Quinjet’s wrecked beyond repair and I don’t think that a standard scrapper ship’ll survive that trip.”

Thor nodded. “She’s right, we need one that can withstand the geodetic strain from the singularity.”

“And has an offline power steering system that could also function without the on-board computer…”

“And we need one with cup holders because we’re gonna die, so drinks!” Brunnhilde sarcastically exclaimed before taking a long swig from the bottle in her hand.

Bruce grinned a little at her words. “Do I know you? I feel like I know you.”

“I feel like I know you too, it’s weird!”

Exchanging an uneasy look with Thor, (Y/N) quickly chimed in and replied, “You know, Bruce, she kind of reminds me a little of Tony; don’t you think so, Thor?”

“Yes, she’s very similar to Stark, with her love of parties and drinking too much…” Thor rubbed at his neck and gave the scientist an over-exaggerated smile. “What do you say, doctor? Uncharted metagalactic travel through a volatile cosmic gateway, talk about an adventure!”

They both grinned and high-fived – well, it was more of an awkward cross between a high-five and a fist-bump – and (Y/N) was reminded of the days long before the Accords, back when the Avengers treated one another as family and worked together to save the day; maybe it’ll be like that again when Thor and Bruce return to Earth, she thought with a twinge of sadness before turning her attention back to the conversation. “There are one of two ships, absolute top-of-the-line models-”

“I don’t mean to impose-”

Brunnhilde suddenly threw the bottle she’d been holding at the wall behind where Loki sat and it instantly shattered; startled awake by the loud sound of breaking glass, Carina began to wail in her pram and (Y/N) shot the Valkyrie a frustrated glare. “Seriously, do all you Asgardians have to be so goddamn dramatic all the time?” She lifted the newborn out of the pram, cradling her in her arms and gently shushing her as she rocked from side to side. “It’s okay, lemon drop, I’m here, I’ve got you…” Pressing a soft kiss to Carina’s head, she glanced up at Loki with an expectant look on her face. “You were saying?”

“The Grandmaster has a great many ships, and I…” The Asgardian’s expression was marred by something akin to guilt and he stared down at his lap as he continued. “I may even have stolen the access codes to his security system.”

At Loki’s admission, (Y/N) found herself frowning in confusion; they’d spent a month on Sakaar trying to earn and maintain the Grandmaster’s favor and even after all that, they’d been unable to get their hands on the access codes to the ruler’s ships. It was entirely possible that Loki had been able to get to them within the past twenty-four hours, but something about his tone and body language seemed off to her.

“And suddenly you’re overcome with an urge to do the right thing?”

Loki scoffed, sounding a little more like his usual self. “Heavens, no. I’ve run out of favor with the Grandmaster, as has (Y/N) and her child, and in exchange for codes and access to a ship, I’m asking for our safe passage…through the anus.”

Tilting his head to the side, Thor asked, “You’re telling us you can get us access into the garage without setting off any alarms?”

“Yes, brother, I can.”

Bruce shot Loki a distrustful glance before urging the three of them into a huddle. “Okay, a quick, FYI, I was just talking to him just a couple minutes ago and he was totally ready to kill any of us.”

“I’m pretty sure that he was only joking.”

The Valkyrie shrugged. “Well, he did try to kill me.”

“Yes, me too, on many, many occasions.” Casting a fleeting glance over at his brother, Thor leaned in and whispered, “There was one time when we were children, he transformed himself into a snake and he knows that I love snakes. So, I went to pick up the snake to admire it and he transformed back into himself and he was like, ‘Mblergh, it’s me!’ and then he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.”

They all looked over at Loki, who had the ghost of a smile on his face from listening in on Thor’s story, and (Y/N) looked down at her daughter with a small sigh. “Looks like you and I are officially the only non-melodramatic people on Sakaar, Cari. If we’re going to go through with this plan, then we need to draw some guards away from the palace. Any thoughts?”

“Why not set the beast loose?”

Bruce paled at Loki’s coy suggestion and Thor snapped at him to be quiet, but the Valkyrie was grinning with excitement. “You guys have a beast?”

“No, there’s no beast, he’s just being stupid,” Thor quickly replied before turning to (Y/N) with a sudden grin. “And to create a large enough distraction, Writer (Y/L/N), we’re going to start a revolution.”

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It was a while before (Y/N) and Loki found themselves alone in the Valkyrie’s apartment. They had to plan out precisely how to break the prisoners out of the arena’s underground cells and arm them before the guards took notice of the revolution; Brunnhilde and Bruce would deactivate the mainframe for their obedience discs and contact Korg, the friendly prisoner who’d taken a liking to Thor during their brief stint as cellmates. Thor and Loki would then make their way to the Grandmaster’s garage and steal one of his ships before flying it to the roof of the apartment building where (Y/N) and Carina would wait for them. Once they all boarded the ship, they’d fly through the massive wormhole to Asgard, rescue the Asgardian refugees and defeat the Goddess of Death before she could destroy the Nine Realms…all in all, a piece of cake.

Brunnhilde and a skittish-looking Bruce left to begin their part of the plan while Thor retreated to one of the back rooms to try contacting Heimdall, leaving (Y/N) and Loki by themselves; she silently unlocked the chains that bound the Asgardian and watched him stretch his sore arms with a troubled frown on her face. “You know, it’s lucky that you managed to get your hands on the Grandmaster’s codes in the nick of time.” Loki didn’t answer, instead moving to stand near the window with his back to her. (Y/N) placed Carina back in her pram and moved to stand beside him, her arms crossing over her chest as his eyes reluctantly met hers in the reflection of the glass. “How long have you had those codes?”

“(Y/N), you must understand-”

“Answer the question, Loki.”

Pursing his lips, Loki turned his gaze to the large window beside them before quietly answering, “Two weeks.”

It was as if the ground had suddenly fallen out from under her, and she felt herself take a half-step backwards in shock; the Asgardian shook his head, his guilt-stricken face still turned towards the window all while her heart dropped into her stomach. “So, you let me believe that we…that we were stranded here this whole…?” Her surprise at his admission quickly morphed into a white-hot fury. “Why?”

“Because Midgard doesn’t deserve you!” Loki exclaimed as he turned to fully face her. “You could live on any planet in the universe and be treated like a goddess, and yet you spent an entire month longing to return to the one that constantly disappoints and undervalues you! So yes, when I managed to steal the codes to the garage, I hesitated to tell you because I knew that you’d only be returning to a life of solitude; your Avengers are still on the run, your partner still knows nothing of the child he fathered and you’d be left to care for your daughter on your own.” He ran a hand through his hair as his shoulders sagged. “But after what you said last night…I was ashamed of what I’d done. In that moment, I decided to lie and tell you that I’d gotten a hold of the codes that afternoon, but I…I never got the chance.”

The room was silent for several long moments as (Y/N) absorbed his words, blinking away her tears of anger before finally speaking. “Did you know that I’ve been living in near-constant fear for an entire month? I’ve been terrified that the Grandmaster would lose patience with us or that something would happen to Carina and I wouldn’t be able to protect her; I’ve been forcing myself to eat and sleep for my daughter’s sake, I constantly look over my shoulder and I don’t even feel safe when I’m carrying a weapon, so when you tell me that you could’ve gotten us off this planet two goddamn weeks ago…” Unable to contain herself any longer, (Y/N) slapped Loki across the face and snapped, “How dare you try dictating my life for me! I trusted you, Loki, I trusted that you’d get my daughter and I safely off this planet!” She wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face and huffed out a humorless laugh. “But I guess it was my mistake trusting the word of the God of Lies.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Don’t,” She growled, backing away from Loki’s reaching hands with a hard glare. “Once we get off Sakaar and deal with Hela, I don’t ever want to see you again.” As she made her way over to Carina’s pram, she stopped and turned back around to face the remorseful Asgardian. “You were right about one thing, though. Earth is flawed and its people are far from perfect, but it’s still my home and nothing can ever change that.”

At that moment, Thor re-entered the room with a cheerful and unaware grin on his face. “All right, who’s ready to steal a spaceship?”

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A/N: Lol poor Thor doesn’t know what he just walked in on lol I originally planned on having a little more action in this chapter but I decided to push it to the next chapter, so be prepared for that! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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magioftheseas · 3 years ago

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Stifling The Monster

Summary: It was stupid of him to be surprised that Goro drank.

Rating: T+

Warnings: Alcohol abuse. Please contact an expert if you or a loved one is struggling with addiction.

Notes: This is a short fic, but it’s pretty heavy, too. I got this idea after reading a couple of memoirs... Please show up in the tags, rip.

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It had taken him years to realize how much he hated drunks. If he were to be asked when he’d probably say it was the fated day of his false arrest. It was an easy answer. That day was as traumatic as it was maddening and even now after he forced the scumbag into feeling sorry about it, he still gets pissed off.

But no, he’s hated drunks before that. His father was a drunk, after all.

A happy drunk, as others have said. Always a giggling mess. Babbling and incoherent. Hardly human at all.

But at least he didn’t hit. If anything, his mother was the hitter. Sometimes smacking and screaming at his father for being so useless, so infantile, so worthless. Then she’d cry and cry about what monsters they’d become. He felt sorry for her, he supposed, and he tried to feel sorry for his hopeless drunk of a father, too.

But after staying in Tokyo, he couldn’t help but think about how much he hated not just him, not just the guy that ruined his life, but how much he hated all drunks, even when they were otherwise good people.

“Alcohol can be an escape,” Lala-san had said once, seeing the look on his face. She always wore such a sympathetic smile in such times. “Adults can feel just as trapped by the cruel world as children. It’s unfortunate.”

He had said he understood, and he did understand.

That didn’t mean he hated drunks any less.

When he moved in with Goro, he hadn’t been so naïve to think that living together would be idyllic if not easy. As grateful as he was for Goro’s presence and acceptance, he knew the road ahead would be bumpy.

Still, he thought he was willing to handle everything with all he’d already been through. For the most part, that thought was vindicated.

For the most part.

It was stupid of him to be surprised that Goro drank. It was only a couple of drinks here and there. A habit he said he was trying to break, but he clearly felt dependent on the alcohol to some degree.

He understood, considering what Goro had been through. It made sense. He was sympathetic, and he didn’t judge in this one instance.

(He also thought that he might’ve been making excuses if not lying to himself. Because of all the feelings to have towards Goro, he didn’t want hatred to be one of them. With how special Goro was to him, he didn’t want to generalize him.)

“Aha, that look...”

It had just been an otherwise unremarkable night. The middle of the night. He remembers them going to bed together all curled up, but when he woke, he had been left alone.

And Goro was silently drinking away at the table.

There was a lamp on, and the shadows cast on Goro’s flushed face looked all the darker. The only thing redder than his cheeks was his half-lidded gaze. That normally piercing red gaze, locking onto his prone form and regarding him with...

Vacancy. As if the strings connecting Goro to this reality were fraying and fragile.

World-weary. Exhausted.

Adult.

Nothing like his father or the others at all.

“Are you disappointed?” Goro asks with a hint of mirthless amusement, the corner of his lips twisted up and looking more like a half-grimace than a smile. “I know how much you hate drinking. I hate it, too.”

He pours himself a glass with some clumsiness, but mostly with his usual resolve if not bull-headed stubbornness.

“It makes me sick,” Goro says. “It makes me want to throw up.”

“I can help you throw up,” is what he replies. “If that’s what you want.”

Goro laughs and it’s such a broken sound. It strikes a dull ache in his gut to hear, more so when he watches Goro lay his head down and when he sees how Goro’s shoulders shake.

“Sometimes, the faces you make remind me of the interrogation room,” he whispers softly. Clumsily. “No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Rather than help Goro throw up, he instead takes Goro into his arms. He shoves the thought of his parents far away and nuzzles against Goro’s hair. Listens to the way Goro’s breath hitched.

“Oh, Akira.”

While drinking, Goro had seemed rather mature. But when clinging to him like this, he came across as much more childish. Under better circumstances, it could’ve been seen as cute.

Maybe I still find him a little cute.

Once morning came, Goro slept in as he set about pouring every bottle he could find down the sink. He had only seen his mother do this once, and his sullen father just bought more. There hadn’t even been an attempt to hide them. She never poured them out again, so it was whatever.

Goro’s not the type to take this quietly, he thought as he mechanically kept on pouring and discarding bottle after bottle. He’s going to get mad. He’s going to find this patronizing. He might even yell.

But—one way or another, they’re gonna talk about it. That’s something. They’re not going to be like his parents. That’s his resolve if not his own bull-headed stubbornness.

He keeps on pouring, and he feels a stare on his back. It’s just Morgana, who is for once, about as unreadable as any other animal.

“Akira, how are you feeling?”

Akira can only shrug, but as he tosses out the last bottle... He thinks he does feel a little better.

He also thinks, Maybe I should wet some paper towels and wipe off Goro’s face. His eyes are going to be crusty after a night like that.

“Akira?” Morgana’s head cocks to the side, bright blue eyes wide. Perhaps inquisitive. Perhaps.

Akira couldn’t be certain.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

What a question. He understands that Morgana is worried about him, at least. He’s grateful for that.

“I’m fine.” The instinctive words come as easy as they always do. He says them firmly like one would a declaration of love.

Ahh...

“...I hope Goro’s sleeping well...”

#shuake #akeshu #goro akechi #akechi goro #akira kurusu #Magi fics #p5 spoilers #Persona 5 #p5

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years ago

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who’s a big boy?

go wild I shall. Also this is another one of those fics that I have no memory of writing everyone say thank you night kale.

Oikawa x Fem Dom Reader

warnings: Mommy kink, smut, degradation, mentions of oral sex, hair pulling, hand job, dirty talk so on and so on

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: Oikawa 👏 with 👏 a 👏 mommy 👏 kink 👏

The plan was for this to only be a quick one-night stand. You were hot and Oikawa wanted to make you cum a few times to boost his own ego. In the beginning, you were all too willing to go along with this little plan, letting him buy you a drink and touch the small of your back while you whispered dirty things in his ears. Oikawa couldn’t wait to lay you flat and hear you scream that he was the best you’d ever had.

That was the fucking plan. Toru didn’t feel like that was a lot to ask but you decided to flip everything on him. He was just getting in his grove fucking into you, your legs wrapped around his hips.

“Does that feel good pretty girl?” he asked smugly. You reached up and carded your fingers through his soft brown hair and grabbed a fist full. Making him cry out when you pulled.

“Oh yeah, You’re making my pussy feel so good baby boy,” you cooed, not sounding the slightest bit flustered.

Oikawa felt himself falter. His cheeks turned pink and his thrusts slipping off of his rhythm. “Yeah?” he asked breathily all confidence from his voice gone. You seemed to catch on to his change in mood. You smirked at him and tugged on his hair again.

“Yeah, I’m so proud of how well you’re doing,” you laughed. Oikawa had to stop himself from cumming right then and there. Even though his plans had changed, He still wanted to feel you cum. Wich, of course, he did.

Oikawa basically begged you to stay the night and pushed his number on you. He needed to see you again. If just one night with you gave him the best orgasm of his life, what could you do once you learned his body?

You started seeing each other more often after that night. Oikawa wasn’t a bad lay even if he was more on the submissive side, not that you minded at all.

“I missed you, baby,” you purred against Toru’s lips, you could feel his body relax as you held him, he almost melted against you when you start petting his hair. He had been away for a couple of weeks at a training camp and he had missed you terribly, Having nothing but your teasing text messages to satisfy his needs. It was nice to hear that you had missed him too.

“Where you were good while you were away baby boy?” you asked, pulling away just far enough away to look at him. Oikawa smiled proudly,

“The best, I didn’t touch myself once,” He said.

“Awe that must have been tough for you,” you cooed sympathetically, “why don’t we go to the bedroom and I can give you a treat for being such a good boy hmm?” you asked, then laughed as he visibly perked up.

Oikawa had bragged his entire trip that he had a hot piece of ass waiting for him to get home and now that he had you he didn’t know what he wanted to do first. You were sitting patiently on the edge of the bed waiting for him to make up his mind. You smiled looking at him, he was such a sweet boy, but he could never make up his mind, which is why you usually made the decision for him.

“You’re thinking too much baby, just tell me what you want, the first thing that comes to your head,” you prompted. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. You stood and took a step towards him.

“Unless you want me to do the decision making,” you offered, and deftly he nodded. You smiled and motioned to the bed for him to sit down yo settled between his legs slowly pulling down his sweat pants and boxers to look at his hard length.

“Awe sweet pea look at you,” you gasped teasingly wrapping your hand around his cock and resting your head on his thigh.

“Is this all for me big boy?”

“Y-yes Mommy,” he stuttered biting his knuckle while you stroked him.

“I feel so lucky to have this big cock all for me,” you chuckled softly. Toru continued to whine while you touched him, wanting you to put his cock in your mouth but too embarrassed to ask for something like that.

“Or maybe you’re the lucky one,” you amended “I mean you’re too fucken stupid to know how to properly use this big cock isn’t that right? You’re too fucking dumb to fuck mommy right, you’re so fucking lucky I put up with you,” you snarled, your words no longer sweet and praising. Oikawa only got harder.

“I’m sorry Mommy,” he whined bucking his hips into your hand.

“Sorry for what? Come on you’re a big boy use your words,” you ordered

“I’m sorry for not being-fuck- not being s-smart enough to use my cock right,” he cried out.

“Awe what a sweet apology, you know Baby I might have questioned if you were lying to me when you said you didn’t touch yourself if I didn’t know that you were too fucking stupid to get yourself off,” you laughed squeezing down on his cock sadistically hard. The head of his dick was turning a shade of purple as he neared his climax.

Oikawa was babbling incoherently about how badly he needed to cum.

“Are you going to cum Toru? Hmm? Going to make a mess all over mommy’s hand?” you asked, he could only nod.

“Go ahead and cum baby, cum and tell me that only mommy can make you cum like this,” you ordered. Oikawa did just that. Hot long ropes of cum shot out from the head of his cock and spilled down over your hand and wrist. He threw his head back and howled your name loudly as he bucked his hips.

He really had been good while he was gone, not touching himself or letting himself cum for whole weeks all in hope that his first orgasm back would be intense. His efforts had been more than worth the wait.

“Was that nice baby?” you hummed, back to sweet and caring.

“Y-yes,” he stammered out still trying to catch his breath. “C-can I touch you?”

“Of course baby,” you said whipping your hand off with a towel before sitting down next to him, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. Oikawa’s hands flexed and clenched into a fist.

“Can You sit on my face Mommy?” he asked, dropping his gaze embarrassed. You smiled, having guessed this what he wanted.

“Of course big boy, anything you want.”

#oikawa x reader #imagine oikawa #oikawa x reader smut #toru oikawa #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu smut #fem reader

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dindjarinbae · 4 years ago

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The Scariest Thing (Din Djarin x reader)

MANDALORIAN SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD!

alright so, this was supposed to be finished like 2 weeks ago but i got busy, lazy, and distracted, so im sorry for being late to the party. anyways, this is just a little drabble and i actually kinda like it. i have something else im gonna post tomorrow but until then, here’s this!

WC: 2738

WARNINGS: none, spiders, some language.

Your eye could’ve started twitching. You could’ve smacked the giant tin can of a Mandalorian right on the back of his helmeted head as the Razor Crest settled into the ice caves deep below the surface of the planet of Maldo Kreis. You stared at the back of his head until you were sure holes would melt through the Beskar, but they never came. Mr. Hero Complex himself stood up from his chair and assured the sweet little frog lady that he’d go find her eggs down in the hull, so down the ladder he went and you followed on his heels. You grabbed his shoulder once you were both on solid ground and spun him around to look at you. “Are you crazy Din Djarin?” You asked incredulously, a sharp shiver shooting up your spine from the new, bitter cold air that filtered into the ruined hull.

“What?” He asked gruffly, but he didn’t make any move to remove your hand from his shoulder as he stared down at you. You shook your head and you motioned around with your hand, “Din, you could’ve just told the stupid x-wings the truth! Or something! Now we’re stuck, and we’re gonna freeze and there’s no one around for... I don’t know how far! And the baby, and the eggs and the-“ you were cut off by his gloved finger settling over your lips. He wrapped an arm around your waist and sighed softly. “Please don’t worry. I’ll fix this, okay? Just help me find the eggs and the kid, and I can get to work trying to fix the ship.” Famous last words, because hours later, you sat behind him in the snow, passing him tools while he fixed the outside of the ship when the baby came around the corner to babble in that adorably ridiculous little voice of his. Din looked up from his work and you had to turn your attention that way as well as he spoke, “How ‘bout you come over here, give me a hand? Make yourself useful,” he said to the child who had a strange sense of urgency to his chattering. “I think he’s trying to tell you something,” you hummed and placed your chin against his shoulder while you looked over at the panel he was fixing, and the kid grunted frustratedly before waddling off. Your Mandalorian was not having this and sighed, “Hey, kid,” he tried to get the little green thing’s attention, but to no avail. He had rounded the side of the ship and you were sure if you could see Din’s face right now, he’d be rolling his eyes as he gently shrugged you off and stood up. He offered you his hand and you stood up with him while he called to the baby, “I said hey! Where are you going?” He asked and you took his arm gently, nodding toward the baby, “Come back here!” He called and grew exasperated. “He’s just a kid, Din. Go see what he wants,” you prompted softly and he sighed, once again, and then moved through the snow with you towards the baby. When he rounded the ship, the two of you could see the baby sitting down, facing a set of tracks. Little frog tracks. “When did she go?” Din asked, sinking to one knee next to the little green bundle of energy. He looked over the tracks and lifted the baby up and held his hand towards you, “Come on, Cyare. I don’t want you sitting by yourself back here,” he said, and you grabbed his hand gratefully. “You know, it might be worse in there. You don’t even know what’s living under the ice,” you murmured imagining strange serpents or monsters running around in these ice caves. He scoffed and squeezed your hand just once, “The scariest thing down here is me, lovely,” he stated confidently and walked through the snowy cave with you and the baby, undoubtedly following the frog’s tracks. You were dressed in some of his warmer clothes and wrapped within one of his old cloaks, yet the cold air still made you shiver, and the tip of your nose and fingers turned a bright pink. You pulled yourself closer to Din and looked around at the blue, icy walls around you. There was an eerie calmness to the caves around you and you dared not speak a word as snow crunched underneath your footsteps. You shivered ominously and then looked up at Din, “I don’t like it back here, Din. It’s too quiet,” you said anxiously and he squeezed your hand, yet again. “I always protect you. You know that. Don’t be afraid of an ice cave,” he murmured and you leaned into his side, and he protectively held you to him. The three of you walked through and underneath arches of ice, and the baby squeaked a few times while Din led you into an icy cavern. The frog’s voice echoed from inside of the cavern and Din gently dropped your hand, hurrying toward her, “There you are!” He exclaimed and you looked around the cavern and the strange icy bulbs that protruded from the ground. Your eyes settled on a steaming crater full of warm water where the little frog lady sat contently and you looked over to Din curiously. He moved toward her urgently, checking around himself and you, just in case. “You can’t leave the ship. It’s not safe out here,” he said firmly to the frog and you followed closed behind him, holding his cloak around yourself tightly. He set the mischievous little baby down at the side of the warm water and he began to coo, seeing the snack he was earlier reprimanded for eating. The frog tried to protest Din’s wishes, and even if she spoke the same language, he wouldn’t have budged. Her eggs floated around her in the water and Din told her to gather them, and he reached into the pool to help her, explaining that night was falling and it was becoming more dangerous just before having another go at scolding the child for trying to grab at the eggs bobbing in front of him. The baby whined as he was caught and he waddled towards you. You looked down at him and he held his hand up toward you, his little way of saying he wanted to hold onto your finger, to lead you somewhere. You bent at the waist uncomfortably and he wrapped his three, chubby fingers around your pointer finger and you both waddled along as he lead you to one of the strange oval shaped bulbs coming up from the ground. “Hey, now, buddy. Maybe we should leave that al-“ that suggestion was moot, because he had already dropped your finger to sniff, tap, and tear into the strange thing. A slimy sound echoed through the cave as he tore into the oval and you could’ve gagged watching him dig into the green sludge inside and yank out what looked like... a spider. You hated spiders. If presented with joining the empire or holding a spider, you would’ve joined the empire. If someone asked you to break your own arm or touch a spider... Yeah. You’d be breaking an arm. But if someone asked you to do what the little baby just did or jump out of a flying ship in the middle of space, you would do just that, because the baby stuffed the slimy arachnid into his mouth. You gasped and jumped back, shaking your head, “Ew! Spit that out now! You don’t even know if it’s poisonous or not!” You exclaimed loudly to the baby, who just giggled. The brat wasn’t giggling for very long. The ground began to subtly rumble and all of the little bulbs around you in the cave began to crack and tear, and thin, slimy legs began to rip themselves free. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head and you pushed the baby toward Din, while you ran after him, both of you screaming. Din turned to look at you two, and so did the sweet little frog lady, and that’s when the emerging ice spiders caught his eye. The frog chittered while Din scooped up the baby, and you were now in a full panic, looking around at all the spiders. You grabbed onto his arm and practically climbed up the side of him, making incoherent, terrified noises as you tried to pull him toward the exit. He wrapped an arm around your waist in an ironclad grip and he handed you the baby while he slung the now full canister of eggs over his shoulder. “They’re spiders, Din. Lots of.. Fucking spiders!” You shrieked and latched onto him as tight as you could, once again trying to climb him. He patted your waist and held you to the ground while the frog dressed herself and you watched more flood out of a deeper part of the cave. And as usual, bad went to worse, because out came a bunch of much larger spiders and you let out a piercing scream, pointing at them. And worse went to absolute hell nightmare emergency as a spider, as big as the Razor Crest, crawled out of the cave. “Can we fucking-“ you began to yell as Din cut you off, waving at the frog lady. “Go! Go! Back to the ship!” He commanded, and she wasted no time running that way. You stood frozen as the spider screeched and Din tried to run, but it was clear you weren’t moving. At least you now knew that in a fight or flight situation, you took the secret third action and froze. He grunted and threw you over his shoulder and began to run with you over one shoulder, the eggs over the other, and he had taken the baby back from your grip and tucked him underneath his arm. The baby squealed and you watched the spider open a mouth full of sharp teeth and you screamed as loud as your lungs allowed. “Din! Faster! Fuck, run faster!” You cried and slammed your fists into the back of his armor, and you shook your head as he ran as fast as he could considering the weight he was now carrying. “We’re gonna die we’re gonna die, we’re gonna fucking die!” You sobbed and closed your eyes, trying not to look at the tsunami of spiders following right behind you. Ice fell around all of you as the giant spider slammed holes through the icy ceilings with his legs and you shrieked again, wrapping your arms around Din’s midsection. “We aren’t going to die!” Din called back to you and you shook your head, still blubbering about how you were all going to- probably- die. Din shot at a handful of them with his blaster and you continued crying, clinging to him, “I never wanted to die like this! Because of... fucking spiders!” You cried and shook your head, “Din, please go faster!” You screamed and he growled gruffly in your direction. And that’s when the webs started shooting everywhere. At some point, you must have really just blacked out, because the next thing you knew, there was a blast of fire behind you, and Din was tearing through the snow to get you to the ship. He passed the baby to the frog lady, and she hurried him inside of the ship and he tossed you over his shoulder inside of the hull. You hit the ground with a painful thud and you scrambled backwards to get up, and you grabbed the baby and ushered the frog lady and her eggs up into the cockpit. You could hear the squealing spiders and their legs down below and you cried messily, holding the baby to your chest while you curled up in the pilot’s seat. As soon as Din barreled into the cockpit, the spiders crowded the door, making it impossible to climb. A spider landed on the baby’s head while he sat on your lap and you screamed louder than you ever had in your life, but you couldn’t even finish the scream before the frog was shooting it dead right off the baby’s head. Din shot fire at the remaining spiders until they moved away and the door closed, all the while you watched in absolute terror until he turned around. You heard the disgusting patter of spider legs on the glass above you and Din very gently lifted you from the chair onto the ground next to his chair, “Put your head between your knees, and please, cyare, breathe,” he instructed before pulling the baby into his lap. He turned to the frog lady and nodded once, getting all of the switches above his head turned on, “Strap yourselves in. This better work,” he commanded, and you tucked your head down between your knees and tried to focus on literally anything other than the sound of the spiders. “I’ve got limited visibility. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride,” Din said before the Crest shook to life, and he was not kidding about the bumpy part. You were now rising, up, up. And down. You looked up and saw that the giant spider had now pinned the ship completely down to the ground, and you nearly began to panic again, but Din yanked you up by your arm into his lap with the baby and he tucked your head under his chin, “keep your eyes closed,” he instructed you, and you happily obliged, gripping his arm tightly. Glass shattered from above and you didn’t dare look, you just stayed with your eyes screwed shut and you clenched your jaw, your teeth grinding together. The baby whined next to you, and you placed a hand against his side to calm him. You weren’t sure what was happening next, but you heard blaster fire, and you could see the bright red rays through your eyelids. Din stood up and placed you and the baby down on the chair and he slipped out of the cockpit. You were finally brave enough to open your eyes and you looked over at the frog lady, blinking in disbelief, “Are you okay?” You asked her and you assumed she said what meant yes because she gave you a little nod and she looked up out the window. You heard more blaster fire and some voices outside, including Din’s. There was a loud commotion, which sounded like ships, and within minutes, Din was back inside of the ship. You and the frog lady went down to greet him and he walked inside, sighing. “Alright. I’m gonna repair the cockpit enough for us to limp to Trask. There’s nothing I can do about the main hull’s integrity,” he said and you batted at the air above you to clear a web away from your face, “... so we’re going to have to get cozy in the cockpit. It’s the only thing I can pressurize,” he explained, “if you need to use the privy, do it now it’s gonna be a long ride,” he finished and then turned to you. He nodded toward the cockpit while the frog lady waited for some privacy and you slowly crawled up the ladder into the cockpit. He followed behind you and once you were both inside with the door shut, you heard him let out a loud snort and then his chest began to shake. He was fucking laughing at you. Your jaw dropped, “Din Djarin! Stop that!” You commanded but he didn’t stop. You crossed your arms indignantly and he grabbed your waist, pulling you against his chest, “We’re gonna die we’re gonna die!” He playfully mocked and laughed a bit more, silently. You slapped his chest and he pulled you into a tight hug, which you reluctantly returned. “You’re so mean,” you huffed and you could hear the smile in his voice. “And you’re so dramatic,” he countered and you raised your eyebrows, laying your head down on his chest plate. “‘The scariest thing down here is me,’” you mocked in return and he chucked, shaking his head. “Still is.” “Shut up, Mandalorian,” you mumbled and rolled your eyes, “you’re so lucky I love you,” you said dramatically as you sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” And for the record, he was never the scariest thing down there.

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