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actuallysaiyan · 10 months ago

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I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part I)

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, office relationship, mommy and daddy relationship

word count: 1.1k

pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader

summary: as you're lost in thought about your life as a sorcerer and teacher at Jujutsu High, your work husband comes by to surprise you with lunch. and he suggests going to that little pub you enjoy for dinner...only to have Itadori-kun ask such a shameless question

a/n: This is very much inspired by the thirst and fic that @carnal-lnstinct sent in and wrote! I didn't think this would be a multiple part fic, but here we are! I hope to update this little story regularly.

Part two!

Your mind is clouded as you sit at your desk, paperwork forgotten in front of you. Despite the fact that you’ve settled in well at Jujutsu High, you were wondering where this position may lead you. You were wondering if things would evolve into something more than this. Life as a Jujutsu sorcerer was tough enough as it is, but someone was always there to make you feel more at ease.

It started small too, just him being kind to you behind those stoic glances and authoritative words. You were beginning to tear down those walls and see the true Kento underneath it all. And all this because you had proclaimed he was your work husband. It wasn’t something he truly loved to hear at first, but as you continued to treat him kindly, Kento was beginning to love the special treatment.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at your office door and you look up to see the man in question. He’s got a paper bag full of food for lunch and there is a tiny grin on his face as he sees you. Your heart skips a beat at the way he’s playing into this role more than you ever expected him to. You beckon him closer and he sits down on the chair that faces yours. The bag is placed on your desk and your stomach growls the moment you can smell the many scents of spices.

“I got your favorite, honey.” Nanami loves calling you pet names, but it’s always with that teasing tone.

“Awh I should have known my sweetheart would know just what to perk me up.”

He pulls out the boxes of take-out and hands you a set of disposable chopsticks. Your heart is full of love for a man who you know isn’t actually your husband. But damn, you can’t help but really be in love with him most days. You’d do just about anything for him to slide a beautiful diamond ring on your finger.

The both of you eat comfortably, Nanami inquiring about your day just as a good husband should. You ask about his day, smiling when he mentions Itadori-kun. The first years were so special this year. You knew that Gojo had asked Nanami specifically to take care of the young pink-haired teen, but when you saw just how much Nanami took the young man under his wing, you could tell that there was a strong bond forming there.

“So our little boy is doing well,” you tease the blond man in front of you.

Nanami blushes slightly but keeps his composure, “Itadori-kun shows promise. Despite the brash way he charges into battle, he is a kindhearted young man.”

Just those words paint such a beautiful picture. You can’t help but fantasize about family movie nights with Itadori coming over and snuggling between you and your husband. You coo softly at the way Nanami is describing the young sorcerer.

You finish up your meal, thanking the blond sorcerer in front of you. Nanami smiles, and this one is a genuine smile. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to hear you thanking him for dinner as well. He was planning on asking you out, strictly as co-workers of course. He doesn’t want you finding out about the feelings that are building so deeply inside of him. If it were up to him, he would have married you quite some time ago.

“I’ve got this paperwork to finish up, then I’m training Kugisaki-san.” You explain to Nanami, and you watch as he wipes his hands on the wet wipe provided by the take-out place.

“I’ve got to get back to training as well with Itadori-kun.”

There’s a silence that falls between you both. Your heart is racing in this moment. You just want to jump over this desk and pin him to the ground. You want to press kisses all over his beautifully chiseled face until there’s red lipstick prints everywhere. But you do no such thing. The two of you exchange a smile and a glance, and it’s almost the kind that suggests you’re both part of an inside joke that the whole world is excluded from.

“How about after work we head to our favorite pub for dinner?” Nanami suggests, praying his tone isn’t too hopeful.

You smile, “That sounds nice. It would be good to get out. It’s been a little bit since we’ve been out.”

He nods, “Yes, I was just thinking that.”

The two of you get up, and Nanami throws the trash from your lunch into the garbage can that’s next to your desk. As you come around the desk, he wishes he could just take your hand in his and walk you outside to the training ground. Instead you both walk side by side and chat lightly about work.

It’s a mundane feeling for the both of you, but it isn’t boring. It’s sweet and domestic, and everyone knows that you two are pretty much attached at the hip. But yet there always seems to be something keeping you held back from actually making this work relationship into a real one.

You spot Itadori and Kugisaki awaiting the two of you, the pair seem to be gossiping. You always loved the way those two had grown so close, and yet…you wondered if maybe they had something similar going on that mirrored your own relationship with Nanami. You looked at Kento, smirking playfully.

“You sure you won’t be too tired to take your poor wife out to dinner tonight?” You practically purr in his ear.

Nanami shudders, “Please, have a bit more faith in your sweetheart, dear.”

Just the sound of his voice calling you dear has you wondering if you should just confess right here and right now. You want to tell him how badly you have fallen head over heels for him, but you also wonder if that’s just not the right choice. You look at him once more, and you lean in the smooth the collar of his shirt and the lapels of his jacket. His heart skips a beat when you’re this close to him.

“Well, I suppose I have faith in an old man like you.” You rib him, laughing at his reaction.

“You’re three months older than me.” He says, a smirk spreading on his face.

You groan, “Please, don’t remind me.”

You two begin walking over to the first years you’re responsible for. With a final promise to go out for dinner, you part ways. It’s only then you hear Itadori asking your work husband.

“Nanamin, are you sure you and her aren’t actually married?”

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hotheadedhero · 4 months ago

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Hello, could you create a headcanon for ROTTMNT about what it would be like to date Leo, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie (separately) and what the pros and cons of those relationships would be?

AN: Ooh~ Yes, I like this! It's not completely sunshine and rainbows, after all :0

Pros/Cons of Your Relationship

Rise Turtles x Reader

Raphael

Pros:

Considering the sheer size of this magnificent creature, the hugs and cuddles you get are beyond comparison. There's nothing quite like starting/ending your day by being wrapped up in those glorious green muscles.

Is deliberately gentle due to his immense strength and has a great amount of self-restraint in his physicality when interacting with you, even when he gets wildly excited. Such as any time you visit him in the lair and he barrels towards you. It seems like it'll be a harsh impact and then he stops at the last second to avoid knocking you over. Adorable.

Never have to worry about being in danger with him around. This big lug will make sure you're in safe hands no matter the location, no matter the time of day.

Raph is unabashedly tender and kind. He'll be hesitant to say anything hurtful towards you and as such is careful with his words, especially when it comes to criticisms.

Cons:

May get slightly overbearing with how protective he is. He isn't being inherently controlling and his heart is in the right place but you wish he wouldn't worry so much, as sweet as it is.

Need to be careful leaving him alone for too long given his risk for going into savage mode. Can come across as rather clingy because of this.

Much like certain disagreements he has with his brothers, he sometimes has a hard time admitting when he's wrong. However, it's never usually about anything too serious but it can cause it's strains.

Leonardo

Pros:

Always knows how to make you laugh and tries his best to do such when you're feeling down. Some of his jokes are admittedly pretty terrible but you can't deny the fact that even the bad ones coax a smile out of you.

Enjoys spontaneity. Even if you're the type of person that struggles with getting out there or knowing what to do for the day, Leo always has something under his sleeve. Just call him the master of fun.

Whilst he's a jovial character, that doesn't mean he can't have his more serious moments, nor is he always completely blind-sighted to things if they seem too good to be true. Sure, he gets you two into shenanigans but he'll have your back if things seem awry.

Has also been shown to try to reconcile his mistakes and be sympathetic towards your plights, especially if he ends up being the cause of them. It may take him a moment or two to figure it out but he always finds a way to make right by you for his mistakes.

Cons:

Has an almost incessant need for attention and can come across as quite conceited. You find that he prioritises his own entertainment, so planning dates can often feel one-sided and uneven in mutual enjoyment.

Doesn't always know how to take things seriously, which can lead to your fair share of arguments.

Is known to be a compulsive liar and will engage in frequent fibbing when he worries about getting into trouble with you. With this, Leo can be disingenuous as it is not unusual for his charisma to take the form of false flattery just to get into someone’s good graces. Having become aware of this, it's sometimes difficult to take his compliments towards you as true.

Donatello

Pros:

Treats you like the absolute royalty you are. Being his loved one, he makes a point of giving the treatment he feels that you deserve. Whether that be programming S.H.E.L.D.O.N to give you special attention or hiding the last pizza box for you to share, he always makes you feel like number one.

Is always willing to help you out, no matter the issue. Donnie is a problem solver, at the end of the day, and will work on a solution to aid you. No job is too big or too small.

He is all about gestures of grandiose proportions, loving the dramatics as much as he himself is dramatic. His aptitude for being extravagant means that birthdays, Christmases, and anniversaries are often met with awe-inspiring displays of affection.

While he perceives himself as being emotionless, in reality, he is far from it. It isn't uncommon for him to become irritated, such as when he doesn't feel as though others listen to or appreciate his intelligence. That's why it means the world when he opens up to you about his transgressions.

Cons:

Unintentionally has a habit of being condescending or patronising towards you. You are aware that he is highly intelligent and that you won't always know the answer to something, but he needs to keep in mind that he isn't right about everything.

When he gets absorbed in his work, it's as though the entire world around him ceases to exist. This means that getting his attention can be difficult and often times you are left waiting until he's finished.

Despite his openness with you, your genuine adoration of his abilities isn't always met with gratitude. He longs for such praise but it carries more weight if it comes from respective elders. This unintentionally has you feeling irrelevant or that your opinion doesn't matter.

Michelangelo

Pros:

Makes killer meals for you. There doesn't have to be a special occasion for him to get passionately creative in the kitchen for you. He always goes all out to make sure your pallet is satisfied.

Best believe he encourages you to add some colour to your wardrobe and helps you pick out outfits. He's supportive of your choices and loves any excuse for a good fashion show.

He absolutely hates being dishonest to those he loves most and best believe that includes you. One might view it as a con but the fact that he dislikes lying means you never have to worry about him hiding something from you. It does make surprise birthday parties difficult to hide but you win some, you lose some.

Mikey is an intuitive family man and wants to keep you and everyone on good terms with one another. He acts as a brilliant mediator, keeping things fair and unbiased when assisting in such resolves.

Cons:

Sometimes he's a bit brash with conversations that involve telling you about particular problems. You appreciate the irony of 'Dr. Delicate Touch' but that persona is in dire need of a name change.

Being the youngest of his brothers, he may have certain complexes where doing tasks or upholding responsibilities are concerned. Even if it's obvious that something requires an extra pair of hands, he may refuse your help because of his need to prove himself.

Is easily frightened and often retreats into his shell instead of confronting the threat. This includes any challenges that may come from you, as well. You appreciate his fear of conflicts but he can't always hide away when something important needs to be discussed.

At the end of the day, no one is perfect. Far from it, in fact, but you take each other for what you are. As long as you're both happy and know how to have constructive conversations about glaring issues, there isn't anything to worry about <3

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sylusjinwoon · 6 months ago

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touch starved.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

were you slowly losing your mind-

or was sung jinwoo finding excuses to touch you?

he had always been the slightest bit cocky when conversing with all the other hunters that surrounded him, and you were no exception. during each conference that spoke about the various gates that began to appear all across the world, an almost bored expression would paint jinwoo’s features, his arms crossed over his chest while he haughtily boasted.

“there’s no need for concern. i assure you i can take them all on. just give me the coordinates and the gates will be no more within mere hours.”

hearing the undertone of sheer confidence within his voice made you nearly roll your eyes in response, but you retained your professional demeanor and sat with your lips tightly pursed.

after all, jinwoo was the pride and joy of his nation- no, of the world, with the chairman of the association bending over backwards to suit his every whim. sure, you acknowledged how powerful jinwoo was-

but that’s all jinwoo was to you.

a powerful hunter that made raids easier for lesser known hunters like you-

a mere means to an end.

you held no stars in your eyes for him like cha hae-in did.

you did not believe his strength warranted any special treatment from the chairman.

and you certainly believed that his metamorphosis from being known as weakest hunter in the world to now the strongest was bathed with complete and utter suspicion.

(but you digress.)

his cinderella story aside, jinwoo was just a man with whom you shared a mutual goal with. and truly, you couldn’t fault him too much for wishing to show off his prowess so long as he kept his word and fought to protect others (a feat he never once shied away from.)

your cheek was pressed against the palm of your hand, and you felt your eyebrows furrow at the sight of the half-empty conference room. it seemed as though the other members have left, leaving you alone with the infamous sung jinwoo himself.

you straighten up suddenly, looking awkwardly around the room only to realize that even the chairman had left. damn, were you so caught up in your reveries that you missed the meeting’s dismissal?

and why was jinwoo still here?

he meets your gaze and gives you a smile. “tired?”

you shake your head, ignoring the embarrassment that threatened to creep up on you. “you could say that… how long was i here in a daze?”

“hm, about 10 minutes since the conference ended.”

“then why are you still here, too?” you ask him in a cold manner, a hint of annoyance painting your features.

“i felt bad leaving you all alone here, so i stayed back.”

your eyes go wide, hearing the sincerity in his voice as you felt your heart clench just the tiniest bit in response. clearing your throat, you shove yourself away from the table and stood from your seat, running a hand across your hair to hide your awkwardness. “well, you didn’t need to… you should have gone home anyways…”

a rich chuckle was heard coming from behind you, with jinwoo’s casual footsteps heard getting closer to you. “but i felt bad leaving you behind.”

your mouth was open in a gape, turning around to see jinwoo still smiling down at you. you had many questions circling around your head, like how he could possibly notice you or why he even cared-

yet your words end up dying against your throat when he reaches out to touch at your face. the sensation of his large hand caressing at your cheek makes your heart sputter in response, skipping a few beats before racing within the confines of your chest.

jinwoo suddenly leans forward, giving you the perfect view of his face when he uses the pad of his thumb to swipe at something across your cheek.

“sorry, there was a lash that fell there.” jinwoo chuckles before giving you a wave goodbye, wishing you a goodnight as you slowly began to seethe when he walks away from you.

what even was that interaction?

did jinwoo act that way with all hunters of the opposite sex?

and just what truly prompted him to stay behind?

you end up shaking your head while letting out a groan, pressing the palm of your hands against your cheeks as you tried to fight back the heat that kept threatening to rise against your skin.

letting out a sigh, you finally left the association building, unaware of the way your shadow seemed to lengthen in response to your movements.

{ … }

ever since the day of the conference, you purposely avoided jinwoo.

admittedly, it wasn’t a difficult goal to accomplish, since you were a mere b-rank hunter. you were pretty much given lower leveled raids (raids that were completely ignored by all the rest of the powerful hunters). you raked in a decent amount of money with your findings and continued to live a pretty normal life in your one-bedroom apartment. in fact, you had become so used to the routine you had made that you all but forgot about jinwoo and the memory of his lingering touches.

but it seemed as though luck wasn’t on your side when you decided to head out on a particularly slow day, ready to run some errands-

only to become completely startled when jinwoo appeared directly in front of you.

his sudden appearance made your heart jump out of your chest, a choked and pathetic scream escaping from you as you tried to calm down your rapidly, palpitating heart. “what the hell, jinwoo?! you nearly gave me a heart attack…!”

jinwoo’s face remains expressionless, eyes glowing a subtle, purple hue when he takes your hand and forces you to follow him. “come with me.”

his strides were quick, and you could sense the annoyance wafting off of him when he tightens his grip around your wrist, leading you to someplace a bit more private within the bustling city of seoul.

finding an empty alleyway, he gently places your back against a concrete wall, trapping you against him when he places both hands above you. his handsome features were turned down in a scowl, and the intensity of his gaze made you look away in response.

with a grunt, he places a hand beneath your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as his rich voice fills your ears, “why have you been avoiding me?”

you click your tongue, “don’t get so cocky. the world doesn’t revolve around you, jinwoo.”

“i know that.” jinwoo hissed while gripping at your chin in a tighter manner, “but that doesn’t make it hurt any less when you have become my world.”

your mind was spinning, and you felt your mouth open and close several times. what did he just say…? was he practically confessing to you?

“why do you care so much?” was your whispered reply, making jinwoo let out a huff in response.

he doesn’t answer you for several seconds, choosing instead to wrap his arms around your back to fully embrace you. your face was pressed against his chest when you heard him letting out a sigh, “indeed, that is a good question. why do i care?”

he spends a few moments, deliberating on what to say before speaking once more, “to be honest with you, i don’t know myself. i’ve always been so used to everyone falling to their knees for me, worshiping me.”

ah, there it was again, his cockiness and arrogance shining through as you tried to muster your strength and push your body away from him. but jinwoo was relentless in his embrace, simply tightening his arms around you to prevent you from escaping him.

“normally, i can take a hint and ignore those who have a dislike for me. i wouldn’t even bat an eye, but it’s different when the person doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

you gasp when jinwoo suddenly picks you up, wrapping his hands around your sides as he held you above the ground. your heart was pounding upon seeing the look of pain warping jinwoo’s handsome features. “so i kept observing you, wondering why in the hell you were so determined to disassociate yourself away from me. at first, i observed you as a mere means to try and interact with you, so i spent weeks taking note of your likes and dislikes… all while basking in your little quirks.”

jinwoo’s confession made your head spin, with each syllable that falls from his perfect lips becoming more passionate, “the more i watched you, the more i had this urge to get under your skin, to make you think of nothing but me-“

“and those feelings got warped into wanting to make you fall in love with me, so that you would never leave my side.”

shaky breaths were felt coming from your parted lips when jinwoo slowly brings you back down to him. “so i apologize, but my methods of trying to flirt with you made me become a bit touched starved for you.”

“touch starved?” you shakily repeat those words, earning a hum from jinwoo.

“what can i say? you’ve driven me completely insane, my love.”

and when he gently pulls your head down, forcing your parted lips to meet with his in a kiss, you felt something blossoming from deep within you. as if your heart had been awakened by such a simple touch, you delve your fingers into his hair and kissed jinwoo back with a fervor, earning a groan from him.

time had become meaningless to you, making you lose all track of it the moment jinwoo pulls away from the kiss first. a smirk paints his stupidly handsome features, and you had to stop yourself from smacking him the moment he playfully licks his lips at you.

knowing that he had somehow won, jinwoo puts you back down on the ground, steadying you when your knees threatened to give out. letting out a rich chuckle of your name, jinwoo places a kiss against your hair while wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you out of the alleyway and back into the city.

“hey, where are you taking me?” your words were filled with a feign annoyance as the breathy quality of your voice betrayed your true feelings (feelings that pertained to never wishing to leave his side and all that gross, mushy stuff you read about in romance novels.)

jinwoo gives you a cheeky grin, running a hand down your back while telling you, “i am going to take us out on a long overdue first date… so you better take responsibility for making me wait for so long, sarang.”

you forced yourself to look away from him, wishing to hide the grin that was quickly spreading across your features while clinging to his side-

perhaps you had become quite touch starved as well?

a.n. - and it’s back to fluff (/ω＼) my absolute favorite genre to write for!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #.stories

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saffyspirals · 2 years ago

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EYYY!! I recently found you in this app and I just gonna say your content is pretty great! Is it okay if I put on a request? Like what would the blue lock characters call their S/o? ;) any characters is fine to me but I hope Nagi and Kurona will be included hehe- Good work btw!

❥ fandom: blue lock

❥ includes: nagi, kaiser, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, shidou, kurona, hiori & reo

❥ notes: hi!! i really loved writing this request, so thanks for sending it in! i thought really hard about what kurona would call his s/o (literally took days), and fell in love w/ his character in the process :)

❥ warning(s): hmm…kurona might be ooc IDK but i like this kurona!

you are nagi’s little angel. he low-key started calling you that as a joke (he used to find couple nicknames a little cringe), but eventually, he grows to love your reactions to the name. you smile at him, a lot, and it gets him out of trouble 90% of the time. “come back to bed, angel… ‘m asking nicely, aren’t i?”

kaiser switches it up like no man’s business. he’d been calling you by different pet names since before you got together so, you’re pretty used to it. i’d say he rotates between babe/baby, love and princess. honey bunches and names of a similar strange nature are saved for when he feels like teasing you. mein kaiserin (my empress in his native tongue) is only used on special, romantic occasions. like, when he tells you he loves you for the first time. or when he’s trying to get his family to understand just how serious he is about you. <3

bachira switches between love and sugar. sugar-plum when he wants to embarrass you. bachira is definitely one to tell you that he loves you quite a lot, he just doesn’t want you to forget, i suppose! giving you ‘love’ as a nickname is a way of reminding you of the fact rather than declaring how he feels 24/7. sugar is just another name he likes. it sounds good coming from him, and you usually get a kiss after he uses it, which is of course a bonus. “eh? you’re asking me how i think you look today? you look perfect, sugar! always do.”

chigiri refers to you as his darling. the nickname is beautiful, and elegant, just like he is. it’s easy to get flustered, having him call you that. chigiri likes the fact that he’s able to bring about such an adorable reaction.

kunigami doesn’t call you by this nickname often. actually, he uses your first name most of the time, mostly out of habit (i’m thinking friends-since-forever turned lovers), partly because he feels a little embarrassed giving you a nickname and using it in front of others. BUT ANYWAY, kunigami refers to you as pretty. he’d first called you it by accident, but since you seemed elated by it, decided he’d continue to use it on occasion. “tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, pretty.”

SHIDOU CALLS YOU SWEET GIRL. (🫠🫶) + similar variations like, sweetie or sweetheart, or sweet cheeks. snookums is reserved for when he’s about to tell you he’s done something that will probably annoy you. reason for the nickname? well, you’re sweet! you’ve got a good heart, and won’t swing for people if they say/do anything you don’t like. “are you gonna kiss me goodbye, sweet cheeks? or am i gonna have to chase ya?”

kurona primarily calls you pudding. his reason for it? “i like pudding, and i like you.” i feel like he’s kind of a private person, and only opens up when he feels totally comfortable with someone so, it’s only used when it’s just the two of you around. HOWEVER. private as he is, i think kurona’s got this other side to him. he likes to tease you, just a little. say for example, you’re giving him the silent treatment. he’ll still try and talk to you, but will eventually get tired of not getting any attention. and then, “hey, y/n? can you pass me some napkins?” “…” “…ah, right. you love being called pookie bear, don’t you. POOKIE BEAR, WILL YOU PASS ME SOME NAPKINS?” he’ll pull this kind of stunt in front of your mutual friends when you’re having breakfast together (or something of a similar scenario!). it’s embarrassing, but it gets you to talk at least. he likes having you address him, even if it’s to tell him to, “stop embarrassing me, idiot!”

hiori calls you pumpkin. a little on the cheesy side, but i think it suits him! he isn't embarrassed about referring to you by the name in public either. it shows anyone who might be questioning your relationship that you're definitely together. if it embarrasses you, he'll do his best to tone it down. no promises that he'll never say it though, hiori simply can't help it!

reo rotates between a lot of sweet sounding nicknames. precious, my love, honey. i don't think he does this on purpose, but reo loves using 'my' before a lot of nicknames too. it's just an unconscious reminder that you're all his, and honestly, he's all yours. reo would be all in for any relationship he pursues, and nicknames come with the territory. bonus: he'd be absolutely over the moon if you gave him a cute nickname too. sure, he'd be a little embarrassed if his friends teased him about it, but his heart would swell with pride. being known as the 'sickening, lovey-dovey' couple isn't a bad thing, you know!! "My love, remind me what you wanted me to get you at the store later?"

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tojjist · 1 year ago

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telling your fwb that you're going on a date w some of my favs!

includes: Itoshi Rin, Fushiguro Toji, Jing Yuan, gojo (seperate, not in order)

summary: you tell him you're going out on a date to see his reaction. includes fem! reader insert. slightly suggestive - honestly borderline smut, some possessiveness, one mention of cheating but it's a joke

note: characters n reader have mutual feelings, mostly acknowledged. i'm thinking of making this a series so drop your fav characters please! minors, blank and ageless blogs dni

↳ITOSHI RIN

his initial reaction was to just roll his eyes at you.

"you're not funny. who would even go out with you?"

by now you're used to rin being an asshole. he's got a smart mouth and he knows what to say to get on your nerves. so you keep it to a simple, "not you, apparently," to shut him up.

and it does, for only a few minutes.

"why am I only hearing about this now?"

it's ironic how suddenly he's so in your business, unhappy with how you didn't tell him beforehand. rin tries so hard to keep himself in check, not giving you the reaction you wanted. but it devastated him; on his bed, in nothing but a pretty bra and a pair of panties, talking about some other man?

no, rin was not having it at all.

you almost snicker when he says you shouldn't be going out with 'other guys' because you two were having sex. but his argument quickly dies down when you remind him of the first rule he set when you started your nightly- and sometimes daily- sessions: "we're not exclusive"

he thinks of pushing you down the bed, getting his hands all over that pretty body of yours. you won't resist, that he's sure of, but he can't risk seeming desperate, especially not in front of you. that's pathetic.

he mumbles a few things along the lines of 'whatever' and 'let him fuck you with his micropenis'.

but rin is petty, he really is. at least when it comes to you. so he quickly turns to the silent treatment - as if he wasn't mostly silent. he wouldn't text you or respond to your calls for two whole days, which is more reaction than you would have liked. a lot more.

until you were out with some girl friends and you receive a notification.

Rin [2:34 pm]: how was the date.?

once you tell him it was a joke, and how he took your bait like a fish, it's safe to say he was less than pleased. the first thing he does is to invite you over. and as absurd as it is, he tells you to go to his place that very minute. which you don't mind too much.

rin made sure to remind you that no matter who you run to, he'll always be the only one who can please you so good. he's the only one who knows exactly how make you quiver and cry in little time. afterall, your pussy has long since been molded to remember him. aching for him every minute you wake and every second you sleep.

rin made sure you know your place. under him. no other man.

↳ SATORU GOJO

gojo knows he's lucky, he really does. no woman took him the way you do. no woman understood him the way you do. no woman excited him the way you do, in all ways a man could be excited.

so when you tell him that? it's safe to say gojo was about to burst.

of course he is. you're his girl, whether you like it or not - which you do. you can't just go to another sleazy man when you have the strongest himself wrapped around your finger. that's unfair. and your reason? because you wanted to settle? heck, he'll 'settle' for you. he just needed some more time. can't you give him that at least?

"oh? with who?" "he's not a sorcerer, i don't think you know him."

first of all, why would you assume he doesn't know anyone who isn't a sorcerer? that's rude. although he doesn't, it's still rude. and why would you even go out with a non-sorcerer? what could be so special about him that gojo can't offer?

but gojo can't let you go. call it what you want, he's not planning on letting go.

he's not a jealous man. he's the strongest, he has everything a man could want. jealousy is a feeling he's yet to meet. but now it burns in him. although gojo's eyes were ice blue, now they're burning. and the hottest fires always burn blue.

as if second instinct, he's quick to pull you onto his lap, earning a yelp and a wide-eyed look. it's enough to know he's getting what he wants. his fingers reach for that clothed, soft spot between your legs. his long fingers begin to move, slow and steady, making your hips moves softly to the rhythm he's created, begging for more fritction.

his lips ghost against your ears, not exactly touching the sensitive skin but touching it all the same.

"i don't think i know him, no. but i'll make sure you forget him. you don't need a guy like that."

↳FUSHIGURO TOJI

he stared at you for a few seconds, his gaze unreadable. toji is no fool, and he won't play your little game. especially not by your rules. toji is not bound by law, jujutsu, physical limit, or society. he won't let you mess around. not when he's so desperate to see you, albeit afraid of the commitment. not when he left his entire life, slowly becoming the perfect man so he could give you everything.

"what a silly joke. you know i'm not that dumb, don't you?"

he knows he's right when you stop for a fraction of a second, trying to contain your pretty smile. you deny, telling him that you're completely serious. you wanted a relationship, and you wanted to finally be able to be at 'peace'.

"oh really?" he quirks a brow, a look of clear amusement on his face. "that's too bad, i don't think women who cheat can find peace."

"it's just a single date, toji. i'm not cheating on him." "not yet," he flips you around so you're laying right under his bulk form. you giggle, and it confirms his suspicions further. you were just testing him. good, he'll make sure this stays just a joke.

"hmm? are you jealous, toji?" "of who?" he's quick. he's smart. and he won't let you mess around like that without getting something in return. he leans in, close to your neck. one of his hands find your waist, softly caressing the skin with calloused fingers. "we both know who you'll actually be with tonight."

↳JING YUAN

the general was in love with you. absolutely, utterly, completely in love. he couldn't admit it, not to you or to himself. but as your nights with him turned from one while you're drunk to more than he could possibly count, you infatuated him. you invaded him, corrupting his thoughts and time and feelings.

yuan wasn't sure if he was right for you, although he knew you were right for him. he didn't want to jump into a relationship he was unsure could last. yuan didn't think he could give you what you want, and you sure as hell wouldn't back down from what you deserve. that's why he admired you so much. you weren't easy. you won't allow him to bend you to his liking. you were a challenge he enjoyed.

"hmm? who's the lucky gentleman?"

jealousy was obvious, clear as day. disdain dripped from his usually sweet words. yuan was not taking the news too well, and it shows despite his soft smile.

"kaoru," you say a name he doesn't know. "do you know him?"

"i don't recall someone with such a name," he confessed, his eyes narrowing in thought. he tries but he doesn't know anyone wit that name. "is he good looking?"

you smile a little at his reaction, pleased with the jealousy he's showing. "i don't know. he's not my type, but i'm exploring options."

"what am i then? an option?" you almost snicker at the amount of petty in his question. he wants to confirm his worth, make sure that he's above comparison to you.

"don't be cruel, yuan," you give him the satisfaction of an answer. "it's not like that."

yuan tries to convince you to stay, kissing all over your neck just how you like it, reminding you who you're with and how you need not find another man because it is yuan you belong with. before he knows it it's heated, and he finds himself craving you more than ever.

"i want you," he whispers, one hand tangled in your hair and breath ragged.

"i'm yours to take, yuan."

usually, that's enough for him. but jealousy thrums in him and he pushes a little of you, his expression dark but it's not lust this time. "you're not," he breathes. his eyes study your feverish eyes. "you're going out with another man."

your eyes widen, you were so lost in him you forgot.

"shut up," you pull him towards you, mouths meeting in a lewd kiss. "it was a joke. "

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shuuuuush · 1 year ago

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HOW CAN I CONVINCE YOU TO LET ME BE YOUR BOYFRIEND? [SHARKY HEADCANNONS]

A/N: Just something to keep yall occupied while I'm still writing the long sharky fic🫡

Alright, so basically, you want Sharky to CONVINCE you to let him be your boyfriend. (Shocking ik) Here's what he would say to try and convince you. 🫶

"If I was your boyfriend, you're getting kisses 24/7, and hugs on the side, but there ain't no way a day goes by without a kiss."

"I literally wouldn't mind you taking my hoodies or hats, take all of them if you want as long as you wear it."

"Babe, we're gonna go anywhere you want. You want Hawaii? Already book the flight tickets and the best hotel for us."

"I will always be there for you, even if I'm busy shooting a video. If you needed something, even the littlest of things, I'm dropping everything to be there for you."

"Mat 👏 ching 👏 out👏 fits👏, Need I say more?"

"I'll be your photographer any day, I can be in the photo too, if you want?"

"If you're okay with it, I will include you in all my videos. There is no way I'm leaving you out of it."

"If you happen to get sick, you know I'll be your personal doctor. You'll be getting special treatment, not that you don't already get it but, there'll be medicine, food cuddles, anything you need."

"You already get along so well with my family, so why not just be a part of it already?" Get the ring on that finger, yk what I'm sayinggg?

"OHH, we could do tiktok dances together!"

"If you need a husband who can cook, I'm right here." "You're not even my boyfriend yet, and you can't cook." "We can work on that, right?? Cooking lessons from you?🥺"

"Ok, since I can't cook, I will get you whatever food you want, as in take away or whatever. But, I am choosing the deserts."

"Date nights any night you want. Or if you want one every night, no problem. I'll always make time for you."

"I won't lie, I can't think of anything else, so how can I convince you to let me be your boyfriend already??" "You already did, just played hard to get ;)"

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#shuuuuush fics #beta squad #sharky beta squad #sharky #sharky x reader #sharky x you #sharky headcannons

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marchsfreakshow · 3 months ago

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Kai and stalker!reader thoughts.

18+! Minors DNI

This is deranged and dark. Don't read ahead if you aren't comfortable with this stuff.

Stalker!R who just goes to one of Kai's speeches and practically falls to their knees.

Stalker!R who instantly finds him online and starts following him, putting on notifications for his posts. Responding and sharing every thought he puts down on social media.

Kai who notices the same person in his notifications almost as soon as he posts.

Kai who is intrigued by the user: "AndersonSupporter1" some variants popping up as others also notice Stalker!R on Kai's socials.

Stalker!R who's found out about his family, his place, and what his favourite things are just like that. Writing them all down to keep them ingrained in their head.

Stalker!R who occasionally walks past Kai's place in the evenings. Just to admire it. They can feel their need and admiration for the blue haired man increase.

Kai who is constantly wanting to know more about this no.1 supporter of his.

Kai who takes note of every person in the crowds. To see if anyone stands out. Not one person does.

He watched you. You watched him. A mutual infatuation in silence. It was heart racing. Subtle eye contact during his speeches. During his cult meetings. Always sitting yourself in the shadows. While you wanted to be seen, you wouldn't let it happen until you were comfortable enough. Until you were insane enough.

Barely speaking to him. Barely saying a word. Just appreciating Kai in silence. Sitting in the shadows of the already dim basement. Waiting for the correct moment. Murmuring your answers along with the louder, confident answers. Obviously the blue haired man noticed. He couldn't not notice. "You. Stay."

Everyone dispersed, you emerged from the shadows. Kai's suspicions of you only rose. "I could not hear you as well as everyone else? Is a wimpy sore throat stopping you?"

"No divine ruler."

"then what's stopping you?"

What lie would you come up with? What would convince the ruler in front of you that you just couldn't speak in front his presence? "You know, I've always wanted a stalker." He bent down slightly, intrigued by your answer. "One who is so devoted to loving or hating me, that they spend every moment of their worthless existence, climbing ranks to be seen by me."

"that sounds pathetic divine ruler." A blatant lie, but one you hoped would fool your saviour.

"you are pathetic aren't you?" Sudden grip on your head, bringing you close. The only ounce of emotion you've felt, suddenly expressed in your gasp and shock. Sudden wide eyes, open lips, his soul baring into yours. "You truly do suprise me...my shadow lamb. Hm, that sounds juvenile. You are my lamb. The one who loves me and dedicated everything to me. That sounds about right doesn't it?"

Silence as your mind went blank. Kai. Kai Anderson was really touching you. Holding you. Gripping your head ever harder, to prove his point. His free hand staying still by his side. Itching to touch you in some way. "doesn't it?" He repeated, wanting a reply. But a heavy sigh escaped him before you could respond. "My fingers itch.."

"...it does sound right divine ruler."

"there you go. Good little lamb." He cooed, teasing still. Rules were suddenly thrown in your face. Told to go home and learn the rules.

"Kai's Rules For The Stalker

1) Never EVER, present photos of the cult meetings to those outside of the know.

2) keep stalking me: respond to my posts. Share them. Like every single comment and response I post.

3) Keep yourself shadowed.

4) you don't get special treatment unless I say so.

5) when I call shadow, you must appear before the cult, and follow what I say. "

What a quaint and odd set of rules. But you blindly followed it. Exhibitionism. Predator and Prey. Voyeurism. Whatever he requested in front of the cult, you did. He wanted you to be a good example of a 'proper' lover. What ever that meant.

Suppose there was good to come out of being the cult leader's stalker.

#ahs #evan peters #american horror story #ahs cult #american horror story cult #Cult #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x you #ahs fic #kai anderson imagine #angst #ahs imagine

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mrs-kmikaelson · 1 year ago

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05| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

Masterlist | Part 6

a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.

I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.

I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.

In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.

That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.

I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."

I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"

He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."

Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.

Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with it—but that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.

"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.

"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.

I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."

"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."

This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named: Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.

From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.

Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.

Great.

I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"

"Making the witches happy, love."

Now my heart stopped.

I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."

"Niklaus."

"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"

I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."

Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"

"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."

"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"

I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."

Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were going to be representing us."

I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiate—give up, even?"

Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court." This was a test.

I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."

Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.

While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I'm here after all, aren't I?

Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."

"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out." Couldn't get out faster.

I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.

I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.

In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.

I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.

To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.

I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"

She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.

I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."

She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"

"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, though—going into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.

Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.

When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"

"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."

I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.

I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."

"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."

She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!"

I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."

"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"

I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.

Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.

At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.

Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.

You OK, I'll be there.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.

I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.

I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later.

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.

I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."

"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.

"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"

"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"

"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."

"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.

Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me.

"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"

"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.

I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.

Speak of the devil.

"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."

I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.

Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."

He's being a jackass on purpose.

I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it." And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.

Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.

However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.

Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."

"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.

"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?" This-

I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."

He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.

I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.

Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"

While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.

The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."

Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."

I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you." That was a lie.

Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."

"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."

Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.

I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the day—ew—but I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.

"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing: peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."

The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.

I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.

Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move.

See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.

After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."

"Done."

"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."

"Of course."

"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery."

"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." That was one ballsy request.

"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill him—and, I mean, was he that far off?

You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.

Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieve—or glaring, rather.

While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.

Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.

"Then no deal-"

Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"

"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises.

I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.

Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.

I knew the history—I've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"

I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area."

It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.

While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?

Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."

I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."

Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.

I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.

I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the room—that, or he just chose to ignore it.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.

Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"

"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.

In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."

That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"

He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"

"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling

I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.

The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truth—I only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.

The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.

In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother.

The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.

With that thought, I had a new resolution.

This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.

Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.

This city will not break me, no matter what.

#klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus x daughter!reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #tvd #tvd fanfiction #tvdu #the originals #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #tvd fandom #tvd fanfic #fan fiction #klaus mikaelson imagine #the mikaelsons #hayley marshall #davina claire #bonnie bennett

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earth-to-lottie · 2 months ago

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Okay I gotta get something off my chest because the amount of horrible, nasty and mean comments directed Lando’s way are so beyond what is reasonable it’s unbelievable😭

people are whinging that Lando doesn’t have a winning mentality, sounds demoralised and is such a cry baby…but then if you take a look through any comment section of ANY Lando related content across all social media it’s easy to see why!! He can do absolutely nothing right for people!!! He’s been open and honest about his mental health struggles and how much pressure he’s been under since he was 17 and starting with McLaren. The nasty words and vitriolic sentiments sent his way consistently do that to a person!! No matter how well he drives, how well he conducts himself in the paddock, how kind he is to fans and how many times he consistently proves how much he wants this championship on and off the track, the vast majority of comments directed at him are vile. The fact he is still driving constantly at the front of the grid and letting that roll off his shoulders so well is a feat on its own. Oscar is not perfect. Oscar is not infallible. Oscar is not and has not been consistently faster than Lando like some would like to believe. I’ve watched every race while he’s been at McLaren and he’s constantly improving, but Lando has been the faster car week in and week out until just before this summer break. He’s a fantastic driver and yes McLaren haven’t always given him the best strategy, but he will have his success one day, but that does not mean Lando should be demolished by people the way he is. The two don’t have to be mutually exclusive. Lando has had his fair share of shit calls that favour his teammates from his first year so it’s hardly like he’s been the number 1 driver from day 1. He definitely hasn’t had the special treatment Oscar seems to be getting. No other McLaren driver has in a long time. If you don’t like Lando, that is absolutely fine and your preference but for Christ sake there is no need to be so outright nasty about/to him. Just because he’s been in the sport as long as he has, people forget he’s barely a year older than Oscar and is only just getting a race winning car (down to his hard work and loyalty that Oscar is reaping the benefits of might I add) so people might just want to bare that in mind before claiming Oscar as the next messiah of F1 and tearing Lando to shreds week in and week out. Its abhorrent and I hope to god above Lando stays away from social media and the media in general. I hope he has his friends and family around him because I’d absolutely HATE to be in his head at the moment😔

Ps, before all you Oscar girlies come after me, this is NOT an attack on Oscar; more of a reality to check for people that think being so beyond nasty about Lando is how you get across your support for Oscar. It ISNT.

#lando norris #formula 1 #mclaren #oscar piastri #italian gp 2024 #hungarian gp 2024

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 1 year ago

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Summer Won't Last Forever; 100 Follower Event (Closed)

Technically past the OG 100, but oh well; better a little late than never! And thank you for the support, and I'm happy that people are enjoying the silly little stories I write. Now; onto the event!

Fandom

Just TWST at the moment. You can request the main cast, side characters, and staff!

Duration

I will be holding this event for 10 requests for followers. Once this is filled, I will be closing the event. This is so I don't overwork myself. The only exception will be for mutuals. Mutuals get special treatment, yes.

Once they are filled I will close the ask box until I'm done writing them, which. The ask box will then return after the event.

For mutuals, hit me up in messages if I close the ask box before you can get in ^v^

Rules

1 request per person; the only exception I may make is for mutuals (depending on engagement).

1 character per request; but do include two backups in case I already received an ask for X character with X prompt (also in case there are a lot of requests for one character). You may also include a backup prompt in case it has already been used.

Please include if you would like it to be platonic or romantic in nature.

No NSFW.

If you are on Anon, do feel free to leave an emoji (see here for taken emojis)

As a reminder, I typically only write gender-neutral reader (they/them/their's/you). I make exceptions for trans reader though (just include gender identity and pronouns please).

Ortho and Grim are strictly platonic.

Anything romantic will be aged up; imagine the cast to be in an actual college.

~ Now onto the Event ~

Hot days fall into cool nights. Carnivals arrive in town. Long days spent at the beach or community pool. Fond memories made with friends. But, summer won't last forever.

Prompts

Stargazing

Let's beat the heat

Beach day

Farmer's market

Road trip

Carnival fun

Campfire antics

By the babbling brook

Long-distance relationship

Caught in the rain

Also, feel free to leave up to 3 emojis in brackets if you want to add anything extra. The majority of these should be fluff, but feel free to indicate if you would like something other than fluff in your ask!

Example; May I request *character* with *prompt* and (🌻🌻🌻). Could it please be platonic and fluffy?

These will be in the form of drabbles; which may range between 300 and 900 words depending on if the muse of writing inspiration strikes me or if I get carried away. Knowing me, I may get carried away for some ^v^;

Once this event is done I'll be heading back to writing for the Soul Match AU; which will be none other than the resident wet cat, Idia Shroud *ominous chortling*

Tags (aka my mutuals that I have on my main ^v^)

@eynnwwyjth, @krenenbaker, @azulashengrottospiano, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @ithseem, @inkybloom-luv, @leonistic

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

All works will be under the tags #dove does events & #100 follower event.

#100 follower event #dove does events #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #mutuals can and will always get special treatment #tw flickering #<- for the gif #depending on how this event goes can and will effect future events #if engagement is good; great then i'll continue doing them; if not; i'll still do them just not as many #also 10 is a good number since i have noticed that engagement has been super low with a lot of blogs; we don't bite people ^v^#i did 10 for the match-ups and i was able to balance them quite well plus good writing #don't be like dove and write 31308 words [just the soulmatch au] in 34 days; 69.6 pages #<- ayeeeeee nice #gotta read over some inspo material first for idia though; back to the greek mythology hyperfixation i go #writing; powered by hyperfixation~#also i put the rules before the actual event info as that makes the most sense to my brain #edit; 42000 words since June 13 or 14 someone take my laptop away

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wayfayrr · 8 months ago

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I offer the idea of soft times with sage

Braiding hair, just cuddling with each other and overall spending time with one another.

- 🍄

(It’s been a bit lmao, college kicked me in the shins)

sorry it's been a while since you sent this, I relate with uni being a bitch though :')

I'm gonna use this ask though to put it out that I'm no longer going to be writing for Sage, however I won't stop writing totk link altogether - instead I've been creating a link that's more inline for how I see his character and for how I'm comfortable to write <3 I've been calling him Tears so far and I have to thank a lot of my mutuals for chipping in ideas with a special mention to @glowyskull for coming up with some of the best headcanons I think I've ever heard (the last three are courtesy of them) <333 @h4wari, @mushroomwoods, @sketchyspook here's the boy you were waiting for!!! (thank you all for your help too <333)

and without any more hesitation here he is!!

✦ he got the nickname tears for a reason, anything and everything will set this boy off. he's a true crybaby and will certainly use it to try and win your attention from the others. It's not always cause he's sad though, sometimes things can just get overwhelming

✦ his memory can be a bit spotty, unlike wild he rushed through his previous quest, not that he's all that fussed about missing those memories - making new positive ones are more important to him

✦ like his counterpart, he's got a couple of different nicknames, tears is the most prominent however architect does tend to show itself fairly often. messing around to see what different kinds of contraptions he can make is one of his favourite pastimes, one he'll happily share if given the chance.

✦ wild and him have been assumed many times to be identical twins, seeing as his stint in the shrine of ressurection put a halt to most of his aging processes. not that he doesn't bring up his actual age every now and then for a little shock factor

✦ thankfully they're easy to tell apart, seeing as tears discovered how to dye his hair and paint his nails quickly into his second quest, leading to his hair forever being stained with a multitude of different colours while his nails change colour nearly every other day

✦ his cheeky side is still very much there though, ready to make the dumbest puns you've ever heard and to not stop till you're laughing no matter how hard you cringe at them when he starts.

✦ one of the most affectionate links, willing to do basically anything you ask him to and even things you didn't. give him the smallest hint you like a certain food? what do you mean it's a little suspicious he suddenly has all of its ingredients for it - he simply wanted to try it himself, can you tell him if it tastes right?

✦ He hates to see anyone crying, especially his significant other, nine times out of ten it’ll end up with him crying at your side but he’s always there at your side to cheer you up. If you can’t bring yourself to speak about whatever is upsetting you though? Luckily for him a simple kiss of your tears is enough to show him the memory that hurt you. Thankfully it also goes for the happier ones.

✦ Your smile and praise is something he simply lives for, headpats being his favourite way to receive it, leave him alone with belongings for too long though and when you come back he’s standing next to them with a blinding smile having fused a lot of them to each other or to something he thinks would be useful for you to have. Granted the journal flame thrower combination might not have been his brightest moment.

✦ the same desire can come out in other ways though, such as giving you different nicknames with his personal favourite calling you his sundelion. Sometimes he really shows how much he likes that nickname by making you flowercrowns as surprises. Granted every now and then he takes it a little too far, telling you you’re all he needs to heal from the gloom instead of taking any real treatment.

Tending the fire is probably one of the easiest and most calming tasks I could’ve been given today, it’s nice to have something to zone out with after a whole day on the road. Not that I can complain about it though, we didn’t run into any monsters or other threats and travelling was calm. Who’s trying to get my attention by tapping me on the back though?

“[name]? Mind if I come sit with you for a bit, I'd like to get to know you better if that's alright.”

“Yeah of course Tears, If we’re going to be traveling together for a while it makes a lot of sense too.”

This man is a sweetheart I can tell, just from saying yes to him he’s already got the most coy smile on his face; it’s like his face is practically glowing from it when he sits. Shuffling closer to my side almost like he’s asking if it’s alright for him be be this close, with the way the firelight is illuminating him is making me question if the warmth on my face is really from the fire or not now. Just distract yourself with something before you get any redder.

“Oh? You’ve got something in your hair, one second-”

The moment I plucked the stick out of his hair he froze up, his cheeks flushing before relaxing.

“Are - are you good? Sorry I should’ve asked first.”

“No, no, no it’s alright I just… didn’t expect it?”

“Yeah I know, next time I’l-”

“Actually would you um mind playing with my hair? I ah never really get the chance to relax like this.”

Well isn’t that simply adorable, I would be heartless to say no to such a request. Besides, I know wild has some of the softest hair possible so the chance to play with it? No way am I going to miss that if all that visible dye hasn’t fried it to bits.

“If that’s what you want then I won’t say no.”

“Really?”Is he - no he can’t be, or maybe… is he so starved of affection that he’d tear up over something this small, the more I think about it, it does make sense. Playing with his hair is so relaxing I almost missed the fact that he was starting to tear up more, all I can hope for is that they’re not from him being upset.

#Hi shroom!!!!#It's good to see you <333 #thought I'd take the chance to do this here sfgvfdsbg #moss✦writes #link x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #totk x reader #totk link x reader #Tears #should I be confident and make him his own lu tag?#heck why not fgvfdgvb #Lu Tears

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months ago

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Love is in the air | Part 1

PAIRING | Fiancé!Robert Downey Jr. x Fiancée!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.4K

SUMMARY | Valentine's Day has been incredible since you met Robert, but this time, he plans on making it extra special because this will be the last one where it is just the two of you. From breakfast in bed to a fancy dinner cooked by a private chef and a calming bubble bath, he is pulling out all the stops to make this a very romantic and relaxing day for you both.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, referenced pregnancy, difficulty with conceiving, referenced IVF treatments, drawing blood/needles (non-descriptive), jealousy,

SMUT | Dirty talk, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, nipple play, oral (F receiving), fingering, handjob, light edging, unprotected sex, cream pie, cockwarming

A/N | Happy Valentine's Day everyone! 💜 This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, who I love dearly! Thank you for everything you do for me and my blog, I can not even begin to thank you enough for all your support! I love you 3000 💜

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist | Part 2

Today promises to be a special day because it is Valentine's Day and the seventh anniversary of the day Robert asked you to become his girlfriend, which you happily accepted. Now, you're only a few short weeks away from the day you're saying yes to him, and even though the nerves are starting to settle in, he will try his hardest to make today very special.

The morning started with a slow, lazy round of lovemaking after he woke you up with his face buried between your thighs, your first orgasm of the day already washing over you before you even got the chance to wake up properly. It was followed by the most delicious breakfast in bed as he fed you your waffles and fruit.

Now, you're getting ready to go out to run some errands, standing in front of your closet, trying to decide your outfit for the day. Lately, all your clothes have been getting tighter, but that isn't a surprise, seeing as you're six and a half months pregnant. The day you told him about your pregnancy is still engraved into his brain, and it is one of the most memorable moments of his life.

You and Robert have had many talks about getting children, as it has always been a dream of his to have many of them. However, the path to this has been proven more difficult than either of you envisioned. After nearly three years of trying and failing, you and Robert entered an IVF cycle, as the dream of a little one running around was still present, even after the countless negative tests.

It has been about a week and a half since your second treatment, the first sadly being unsuccessful. Despite this, you will remain positive, and today will be the moment you will take a pregnancy test to see if, this time, you have been successful and you are indeed pregnant.

"Are you ready?" the nurse asks you before poking you with more needles, and you have lost count of how many times you have been poked and prodded at this point.

"Yeah, I'm ready," you sigh, looking at Robert as he holds your hand in both hands, encasing yours completely. You can see a sprinkle of enthusiasm and curiosity as you look into his deep, dark brown eyes. He is not even close to giving up, and the hope he is feeling is mutual.

"And we're all done! You can stay seated here, and your doctor will be here with your results soon," she tells both of you with a reassuring smile. Now, the actual waiting game has begun, which becomes longer and longer each time you're here.

After what seems like an eternity, your fertility doctor walks in, this time bringing the best news you could have wished for. You are officially pregnant, and even though you will be under close watch for the first few months, you can officially start celebrating the little life beginning to form inside you.

"I-I can't believe it, we did it, Gorgeous! We're pregnant!" Robert exclaims as he grabs your face, tears running over your face and a proud smile adorning his features. Despite all the negative tests, despite all the waiting and all the hardships, you're pregnant. You will finally start the family with the man you love more than anyone.

"How's my beautiful baby mama doing in here?" Robert asks as he stands behind you, wearing only a pair of sweatpants low on his hips, his muscular body on display. You sigh as you lean into his touch, Robert's arms wrapping around you to lay on your belly.

"I'm okay, just a little indecisive today on what to wear," you tell him, turning your head to look at him with a small smile. He always seems to make you feel like the most beautiful and loved woman on earth, which you are to him. You're his queen and the center of his universe, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, especially now that you're carrying his little princess in your belly.

"I think I have something you might enjoy. Just wait here for a moment, and I'll get it for you!" he tells you before pecking your lips, leaving you behind with a big smile and piqued curiosity. It doesn't take long for Robert to return with a white shopping bag, handing it to you, followed by another kiss.

As you open the bag, you're greeted by a bright yellow floral fabric, a shriek of excitement leaving your chest as you know it's the sundress you've been eyeing for a while but never gotten as you don't really like to buy nice things for yourself - instead choosing to spend it on your little princess and your fiancé.

The bag finds its way onto the floor as you take out the dress, holding it in front of you with a broad smile and turning to the mirror to look at it. You feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head as Robert looks at you with nothing but love, your eyes meeting in the mirror before you put it on. The soft fabric glides over your skin like silk, your pregnant belly beautifully displayed.

"So? How do I look?" "Like the absolute queen you are," Robert responds, and a flood of warmth spreads through your body when you turn to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck before you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him softly, the butterflies in your chest going into overdrive.

"I love you, Robert," you tell him before giving a few more kisses, happily allowing yourself to get lost in them.

"I love you too, sweet pea," he whispers against your lips, his plump pink ones finding yours for one last breathtaking kiss, the feeling of his hands roaming over your sides giving you goosebumps. With each passing second, he shows you how special you are to him, and you fall increasingly in love with him daily.

You've gone out the door not too long ago, and Robert is now home alone, getting ready for the rest of the celebrations today. After getting dressed in a pair of black slacks and a navy blue button-up shirt, he's heading out the door to go and get your Valentine's Day present.

For the past few months, you and Robert have been discussing adding a cat to the family, which you've wanted since childhood. Now that you have found a secure job, too, where you'll be working from home three days a week, it is the perfect moment to add them. And now, Robert is on his way to pick up your two little angels.

After a drive of about 30 minutes, he arrives at the breeder he landed on after having done countless hours of research. He wants nothing but the best for you, and now it's time to officially pick up the surprise that will surely make today unforgettable.

"Hi, I have an appointment with Anne," Robert says as he gives a friendly smile to the receptionist.

"Okay, if you wait right here, I'll get her," she tells him, and he nods before pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking at the time. His gaze falls on the photo he has on his background, a press photo of you together on the red carpet for the Oscars not too long ago.

He was dressed in an all-black outfit, and you were wearing a bright red evening gown that showed your pregnant belly off to the world, letting everyone know that you would be parents in a few months. Up to that point, you had managed to keep it under wraps from the world, and as soon as the news was out, every tabloid and every newspaper was talking about the pregnancy, stirring up a lot of attention from all over the world.

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he admires the way you look, your face looking like it's glowing as you look right into the camera, standing close to Robert as his hand is wrapped around your back, pulling you into his side. You two are the definition of a power couple, and he couldn't be more proud of you.

He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice the two women walking into the waiting area where he is standing until one of them clears their throat.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I was looking at this photo of my fiancée," Robert says with a proud look as he shows off the photo. His smile grows wider as the realization dawns on the two women he's sadly taken. You and Robert are pretty private about your relationship, not often out in public together to maintain the privacy of your love life.

"You two are beautiful together, Robert," Anne says with a hint of jealousy, the corners of her mouth turning into a not-so-convincing smile before she turns on her heel, showing him the way to the back where the two kittens are. As soon as he sees the little feline babies, it's all he has eyes for, and his heart is beating faster at the sight of them.

They are cuddled in a corner, sitting close to each other as they look up at Robert curiously. Tiny meows leave their mouths, and that's when he knows he has made the right choice.

"They're all ready to go home with you, Robert; we have a carrying case for you to take both these little girls home and give them the luxurious life they deserve," Anne says as she crouches down, ready to say goodbye. Not long after, Robert is on his way home, excited to share this surprise with you.

You have been gone for the past few hours, and the tiredness is starting to kick in. All you have left to do now is relax as you get a manicure, which Robert gifted you as a Valentine's Day surprise. What you don't know, however, is that he is busy preparing the house for your two little angels and putting rose petals in your bed- and bathroom while the private chef he hired is busy cooking the most amazing meal for the two of you.

The set you're going for is a green and white floral design, which is perfect for the beautiful weather outside. The appointment itself is over all too soon for your liking, though you're also happy to be going home again to your wonderful fiancé and to the surprises he has planned for your evening.

The second you put the key in the lock of your house, you're greeted by a delicious smell that you can only describe as the most delicious food you've ever smelled: Italian. Your belly immediately starts rumbling, and you chuckle with a shake of your head. As the door swings open, you're met with a sight you would have never expected in a hundred years.

Robert is standing in the hallway of your house with the two cutest little kittens you've ever seen - one black and one orange. You start tearing up at the sight as you realize they're his present for you. Ever since you were a little girl, you dreamt of having a black cat named Boo and an orange cat named Angel, and he remembered.

"R-Robert... are they-'' "These beautiful girls are all yours, Gorgeous; happy Valentine's Day," he says as he takes in your features, admiring how your face lights up at the sight of the kittens. You give him a small kiss before taking the black one from him and holding her close to your body.

"Hi, little girl," you whisper to little Boo, and she purrs happily as you scratch her head, and Robert is still holding Angel, who's sleeping in his hold. It takes little time for the chef to finish with the appetizer of the evening and Robert to guide you to your dining room. As you look around, you see the room is dark, apart from a few candles lit here and there and rose petals strewn across the floor and on the table.

"It's beautiful in here," you whisper as you walk over to Robert, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pull him closer for a much-needed embrace, your head snuggling in against his chest as the scent of his cologne makes you feel like you've officially come home.

Robert nuzzles his face into your hair, giving a soft kiss on your head as he enjoys your closeness, his heart beating faster as he thinks about how much he loves you and how lucky he is to call you his.

"Shall we sit down for dinner, Gorgeous? After I am planning on taking this party to the bubble bath," he whispers, and you nod in response, wanting nothing more than to share a bath with the man you love. You lean back to capture his lips with yours, letting the kiss take its natural course until you're both breathless.

"Thank you for everything, Robert; thank you for being there for me when I needed you most, and thank you for being there for me when I was feeling the best I've ever felt," you tell him, your heart rate picking up as you look into his eyes, a large smile spreading on your features.

"There's no need to thank me, Gorgeous; I'd do it all over again without a second thought and no doubt in my mind," he tells you, sealing his promise with one last kiss before he lets you go and you take your seat at the table. During the three-course dinner, you're savoring every bite of the dishes prepared, the conversation between you and Robert light, with a comfortable silence here and there, too.

After dinner, it is finally time for Robert to treat you to the bubble bath he promised you, all while the private chef cleans up before taking the dirty dishes with him again, leaving the kitchen and dining room spotless.

"Shall we get you out of these clothes, Gorgeous? I would love to see you all bare for me," he whispers in your ear, his hot breath against your ear giving you goosebumps, his hands gliding down your sides and hips to the hem of your dress. His long fingers gently grip it before pulling it up and over your head, exposing your pregnant belly to him before he sinks onto his knees in front of you.

You take a small step back until you lean against the counter while Robert takes his time to let his fingers and lips glide over every inch of exposed skin that he's just revealed. When his fingers hook behind the edge of your lace panties, he rips them apart, exposing your dripping pussy to him in one go, making you gasp loudly.

"Look at you, so wet for me already," he says with a smirk as he lifts your leg, placing a trail of soft kisses before hooking it over his shoulder, soft giggles escaping as you feel his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin of your thigh. He can't help but groan as his tongue makes contact with your dripping flesh, the taste of your juices coating his tongue.

Moans tumble out of your mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking softly before introducing his fingers to your entrance. Starting carefully with one of them, he slides it in and out of you leisurely, his tongue alternating between pleasuring your clit and lapping up the juices flowing out of you.

"D-Daddy, 'm close!" you gasp as Robert works a second finger into you, scissoring them as he sets a faster pace, your fingers grabbing the edge of the counter as your orgasm creeps closer. His cock stirs in his pants as you call him that, his mind going into overdrive as he adds a third finger too, and you're falling over the edge with a scream of his name, your back arching as he keeps sucking and licking, working you carefully through it.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, Gorgeous. I can be buried between these heavenly thighs forever," he tells you as you're coming down from your high, his lips placing soft kisses on your belly on his way up. It doesn't take long for both of you to be completely bare, his cock standing at attention against his abdomen, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

The bathtub is slowly filling up as you stand on your toes, capturing Robert's lips with yours as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, a shuddering breath leaving his mouth as he closes his eyes, basking in the pleasure as you slowly work him up and down.

"So hard for me already, Daddy, can't wait to feel this cock deep inside me as you stretch my tight little pussy with this fleshy, veiny monster cock of yours," you whisper, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth before you let him go, a desperate whine coming from Robert.

Once the tub is full of bubbles and warm water, Robert helps you into it before you straddle his thighs, the tip of his cock nudging your clit already. You're still sensitive from your orgasm as it happens, and your nails dig into his shoulders, a hiss coming from Robert at the feeling, only adding to his pleasure right now.

"C'mon Gorgeous, sit on Daddy's cock like you want to, can't wait to be buried deep inside you again," he whispers as if he didn't pump you full of his cum twice this morning. The two of you were already insatiable for one another, but now that you're pregnant, your sex drive has increased even more.

You lift yourself slightly before grabbing Robert again at the base of his cock, lining him up and sinking slowly as you stretch around him. Even with his stretching you out earlier, it's a tight fit, and broken moans leave your lips as Robert has his fingers digging into your hips to make sure he doesn't cum before he's buried inside your warmth.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, with this round belly of yours carrying our daughter. I love your stretchmarks, Baby, and these beautiful breasts of yours-" emphasizing his point by gently playing with your sensitive nipples "- have to be my favorite part of all. Full of milk, God, I can't wait to taste your sweet milk Gorgeous, are you going to let me drink from them whenever I want?" he asks, his pupils blown with lust as he looks at you as you bite your lip.

"Y-yes Daddy, 's all yours," you tell him as you start to work yourself over his length, the bubbles all around you swaying with the waves you're creating with your movements, the sound of the water hitting the sides of the bath and your combined moans filling the room. As he keeps up a slow, gentle pace, you can already feel your orgasm creeping closer, though it's not enough quite yet.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, and he instantly gets the hint as he looks at you before he holds your body still, fucking up into you with a brutal pace that has the water splashing over the edges. With this rhythm he's created, you're both on the edges of your release and with one last bruising kiss, you swallow each other's moans as you fall over the edge together.

Your walls squeeze his cock, milking him dry for all it's worth, and a deep groan leaves Robert's throat as he spills his cum inside you, panting as you're both enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.

"Y'know, out of all the places we could have celebrated our anniversary and Valentine's Day, you have officially chosen the best one. There's no place like home, after all," you tell him, and he agrees with a content hum. The two of you are staying like this for a while, and at some point, the conversation steered to baby names.

"What do you think of the name Carolina Camryn Downey? Carol for short?" you offer, and Robert lets the name sink in before nodding.

"Carol Downey, I think that sounds perfect," he tells you before leaning in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle and soft yet sensual and passionate kiss. It is official: your baby's name has been picked out, and all you can do now is welcome her into this world.

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