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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 6 months ago

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Helllooo to one of the most amazing writer I know. I was wondering if you could write some hcs on everyone .Them going to the beach and how they would act :D

Seaswept Sands (All x MC/Reader - Beach HCs)

P A P S I C U M. >:}

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Seaswept: seaswept (not comparable) Located on the sea quotations.

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This motherfucker hates the beach with a vehemence. He also hates sunscreen, but will still apply it to remain sexily pale.

It’s canon that Sol dislikes the ocean, so the only reason he’d be even remotely close to the beach is because of you.

He probably doesn’t even like sand. He’d rather simply just walk around the beach area.

If you’re more of a beach lover, he’ll be reluctant to join you in the sand, and beg you to not make him go into the water.

Will wear all black and tie his hair up into a messy bun.

If you’re more of a rock investigator (irl me needs a medal for that tbh), he’s gonna avoid rock pools, mostly due to the fact he resents crabs.

Anything that can crawl on him gives him an ick (except if it’s you).

Probably will just find a cafe and order coffees for both of you, especially if you’re gonna swim. You’ll need something to help warm you up, after all.

Most likely just going to serve as a photographer, totally will not use said photos to jack off to you later so he can paint you later <3.

Will be tempted to murder the seagulls. Probably will wring at least one if it tries harassing him tbh- (you won’t find out dw).

Will supervise the bags and all of your belongings.

Also will drive you there and back. Will also prep the car with tons of towels so A. the car won’t get wet (only you’re allowed to be teehee) and B. so you’re not gonna freeze to death.

Hyugo would probably wear shark fins on his sides just to fuck with people.

He’s got extremely white teeth and (I headcanon) a very creepy grin for when he’s murdering intimidating people. So he’d 110% just very slowly emerge from the depths of the water (Pennywise-style) and scare off all the little kids in the vicinity.

His hair is everywhere around his face, and when he’s underwater it looks like a blue halo. One that you yank on when he’s unaware (and above water for fucks’ sake) to try and get him to yelp. (he may or may not accidentally moan but that’s a whole other story). Don’t worry he bites your ankle underwater in revenge.

He probably doesn’t care at all about what swimmers he wears, hell even Baby Shark merch will work for him. He will proudly display it as well. (balls of steel much??)

This guy hooves ice cream like it’s his last day alive. Maybe even iced coffee. He must consume sugar or he will implode.

Is gonna splash you. You both are gonna have water fights the entire time you’re there, until both of you are sopping wet and dripping with ocean water (and fish piss).

Mans will probably ask you to get piggybacked in the water, which tbf you attempt to, then he drags you both underwater.

Will forget to take photos. You’re gonna have to be responsible for that I’m afraid.

Will drive y’all there and back, blaring J-Pop on the radio and grinning maniacally. Be concerned.

This girl is going to be strutting into any beach, or any public place, looking the most glamorous of all.

Will wear a two-piece pink skort and bikini set 110%, will wear a translucent blouse over the top.

This girl will judge everyone else’s bikinis and swimmers more than actually doing something.

Although she isn’t opposed to going in the water, unless it’s cold – I headcanon Brittney hates the cold – you better not get her hair sopping wet, she will murder you and dump your body in a rock pool. <3

Will buy ice cream, she doesn’t seem the type to like salty foods tbh.

Will stalk up to you and ask what you want then vanishes.

She’s got herself a tanning bed btw.

Will read fashion magazines, maybe even do her beach aesthetic makeup. After all, she’s gotta be the hottest chick there. not that she isn’t already

Will eventually stick to building things out of sand, then getting annoyed and breaking them.

Is also going to shower before you, making sure she’s extremely clean before going to the car.

She drives btw.

Jess is the type to build sandcastles. I will fucking smite anyone who says otherwise.

If you both went to the beach, she’d be unwilling to enter the water, mostly due to the fact she def can't swim for shit, and also doesn't want her glasses to get wet (she hates goggles). Wears swimmers underneath a fucking oversized translucent blouse or something.

Would be the type to just plan ahead what exactly she’ll require to make the greatest sandcastle ever, and if that plan fails, she will be extremely sad for the next 2 hours.

Will be one of those people to bury their best friend/partner under the sand. Will put a lot of effort into making your mermaid tail look majestic.

You both will be eating ice cream under an umbrella, taking turns to take selfies (mostly you, she’d be very shy about having her face, she worries whether she’ll look dumb or not)

You both are gonna just watch over the belongings, and take turns showering at the beach so that (Jess’s) car is clean by the time you both get ready to leave.

You’d have had to win about 2000 bets with Geo to get him anywhere near a beach.

Would wear extremely dark gear, you’d not see any part of his body except his very wonderful head.

Will evade sand like it's the Black Plague.

Oh, just a warning, Geo is part fish.

He swims way too far for any sane human being. Hell, he doesn’t even swim, he just glides through the water. Deadpan. On his back. His hair is in a swimming cap btw, he’s not fucking risking damaging it. Also an avid sunscreen user, this man does not want to fucking tan, ew.

Will not eat anything there. He’s got standards. You’ll have to wine and dine him to get him to even sit down amongst all the other citizens of the city. Will reluctantly get you coffee though. He’ll probably only drink coffee if he craves it.

Will contemplate becoming a serial birdkiller; he hates birds. Their squawking makes him want to tear his eardrums out.

Will be extremely happy to walk along rocks, even boardwalking is better than actually being on the beach.

Will take aesthetic photos of the beach, especially if it's during the sunset. May or may not sneakily take some of you to store in his private stash.

Will also drive you both. He is never going to not drive, unless something drastic happens, like his arms getting cut off.

Crowe will have his hair down and is going to wear a stupidly wide-brimmed sun hat.

Is very careful about applying sunscreen, will check the UV rating multiple times.

Is going to watch over your shit and take really beautiful beach photos, will probably read a book silently under an umbrella. You mistook him for a woman one too many times.

Would make sure you don’t go too deep in the water, makes sure you swim between the flags as well.

Literally a walking, talking safety manual.

It’s okay you can shut him up later, with ball gags and a blindfold. <33

Will probs wear a Hawaiian shirt ngl (someone draw that). He’s a lot more relaxed at the beach. Will also be eating fancy af ice cream while lovingly watching you from afar. <3

Would be happy to search rock pools with you as well, in fact, any walking would do him well. He seems the type to love nature a lot.

Is going to be responsible for wrapping you in towels and ensuring you’re comfortable and your temperature is stable.

Will be the one to drive you both home. He can’t have you doing all the work, now can he?

Deryl will be fucking everywhere; this man loves the beach almost as much as he loves you.

Is going to buy as much food as humanly possible. You will have to remind him he cannot eat like a horse then expect to exercise, his stomach won’t be able to tolerate it. Will be disappointed after.

Tries to talk to the seagulls.

Will throw you into the ocean. Lovingly, of course.

Is also the type to get competitive with a bunch of teens over who can dig the deepest hole in the sand.

Will be looking for crabs, starts squealing from joy if he does see one.

Is probs gonna run across the sand with you (he wins every race you two have) shirtless. He’s gonna take ab pics.

You will not have a single normal looking photo with him, I'm sorry.

Although he does get you both a fuckton of food, so you’re not complaining.

You will have to drive both of your asses home though, he’s too excited to drive carefully enough.

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aloesarchives · 8 months ago

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Domestic Headcanons w/ Mama!Reader and the Fushiguros #2: New Addition to the Family!

TW/Warnings: Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Pregnancy, Mention of Creampies but not sexual, unhinged crack, JJK OC(but not main x Reader)

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns/Usage: She/Her, Mama/Mom

It was about time I finished this, been sitting in my drive for a few months. Anyway, this is a general headcanon that takes place mostly in my Modern Au as Mayumi will appear in future along with her bio. But she may appear in my "Toji Lives" au depending how I'm really feeling, I will probably age her up if I do.

If you has questions or wanna ask more about her, feel free to drop an ask in my inbox!

Introducing:

Name: Mayumi (L/N) Fushiguro

Kanji Name: 万優三

Age: 2-3(Modern Au)

Given how Toji is a dog 25/8 whenever he’s given any alone time with you, Megumi is genuinely surprised he and Tsumiki don’t have at least two or more younger siblings.

It mostly comes down to you and Toji’s schedules and how having another child or having more children wouldn’t be the best choice for you two and the kids themself.

It was decided by you AND Toji that Megumi would be your last child since baby Megumi was a hassle and you two were dealing with two kids under the age of three. As time went on, raising the two was hard work but both of you two managed. Now Tsumiki and Megumi are in high school and can function, there’s no need for you and Toji to treat them like children even though they will always be your babies.

But with Tsumiki and Megumi always away at school, it’s mostly you and Toji at home. Yes, it was nice and peaceful to have your house with you and your hubby. But you start longing for the days your children were younger and small. Missing when Megumi would call you Mama and Tsumiki with Mommy. You become all sentimental especially looking through family pictures throughout the house and the family albums. You started to miss having to take care of a little one in the house.

Toji notices this change in your behavior so he asks what's on your mind. When you tell him you missed your children being children, he suggested having one more child. This shocked you considering that Toji told you himself that Megumi was your two’s last child. He didn’t want to have any more after that because Megumi was a handful. You told him if he’s not comfortable and isn’t ready for another one that he shouldn’t force himself just to make you happy. You’ll just satisfy it with old baby pictures from the past.

You didn’t want to have a child just because you wanted a baby to coddle and that’s it. All children deserve to have a parent but not every parent deserves a child. But Toji brings up the point that both you and him are more stable, both financially and mentally, and have more time to be at home. Since your two other children are teenagers who can do basic functions, you can focus on taking care of a child while taking care of teenagers.

After some time and Toji being the little devil on your shoulder, you gave the green light to have another child. Albeit being the last child you and Toji will ever have.

Toji is excited to have another kid with you and to give Tsumiki and Megumi a younger sibling. But we all know why Toji is REALLY happy to give you another child. As the man got to stepping in making you pregnant and having another kid. This man put so many creampies in you it’s insane.

But you guessed the universe wanted to make it easier the third time because, like all of your pregnancies which is only two, you got pregnant fast. It only took a month of trying to get pregnant. Just like any pregnancy, it was rough. It was your third time so you expected what’s to come, though it had been 12 years since you were last pregnant. But Toji, being your ever loving husband, took care of you and was at your beck and call(Explain in detail here). Your scary, intimidating, and grumpy dog of a husband becomes your sweet and protective puppy all over again(if Toji wasn’t fucking already lol).

You wanted to wait until a visible ultrasound was possible to tell your two children. Luckily, Megumi and Tsumiki would be home right after school ends and you would tell them the news. After dinner, you told your two children to wait a bit at the table as you got the ultrasound that’s sealed in an envelope. As you just place the envelope in front of your kids, they look at it curiously. Toji chuckles as Megumi flips the envelope on both sides before Tsumiki grabs it from her brother.

“So we opened it, Mom? What’s inside?”

“You’ll find out once you open it, my dear.”

Then Tsumiki opens the envelope and finds the picture. She takes it out and holds it so she and Megumi can look at it. It took Tsumiki a few seconds to figure out as her smile extended. Megumi is still confused when his sister says, “Are you really, mom?!”

You nodded your head as Tsumiki stood up from her chair and gave you a hug. Megumi was still trying to wrap his head around the picture. Toji chuckles at his son as he walks over to him. “Are you okay, Megumi? You’ve been staring at that picture like it was a puzzle.” “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking at. How come Tsumiki got it before I did?” Tsumiki goes to Megumi as she starts explaining the picture. Before she even finishes, your son looks at you with wide eyes as he blurts out, “You’re pregnant, Mom?!”

Toji bursts out in laughter at Megumi while you smile at your son. You were happy that your children felt the same way you did, especially seeing Megumi smile. You were worried about the age gap between your children and their youngest sibling but it seems to not be a problem to your kids.

You loved the fact your children were happy about having another sibling.

Ever since the announcement, Megumi has been home more often. While your children have been more considerate(if they weren’t already), Megumi had this shift in behavior that made you a little worried. Once you were in your 2nd trimester, Megumi always tried to be home before sundown. He always called you after school if you needed anything from the grocery or convenience store. He was very reluctant to leave you alone. At home, he always checks up on you whether you’re in the bedroom, sitting on the couch, in your home office/personal rooms.

As much as Megumi says he doesn’t take after his dad, you thought it was adorable and endearing how Megumi looked after you like Toji did. Because of your already fluctuating hormones, you dote and gush over Megumi way more than usual. You didn’t before because you wanted to respect Megumi’s space and independence. Always playfully pinching his cheeks, giving your mama kisses, petting and ruffling his hair, the list goes on. Megumi never pushes you away or rejects your affection because you are his mama and it makes you happy. It’s also because Megumi loves your affection as it reminds him of when he was a little boy, but since he’s older he wants to be taken more seriously and wants you and Toji to treat him as such. Yet it bit him in the ass because you respected his wishes and only gave him physical affection when he gave the green light.

Megumi, every time he’s home, is stuck at your side. You’re in the kitchen making yourself a drink, Megumi is sitting at the table already. On the couch folding a small laundry batch, Megumi’s helping you with it. Sitting in the garden underneath the tree, Megumi makes you sit on the blanket as sits beside you with his dogs laid out in the shade. The only time he isn’t is when you’re in the bathroom or sleeping in your bedroom. But Megumi sends his dogs to watch over you during your naps. Bro, Toji told Megumi to make room for him on the couch just for him to side-eyes his dad and say “no”. Then Megumi’s dogs appear next to you and lay their heads on your lap. Toji was so annoyed.

But you didn’t know how concerned Megumi was for you until you Gojo called you and said Megumi wanted to opt out of dorming his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You asked Gojo if Megumi said why and Gojo only said, “Megumi-kun only told me he just can’t, (Y/N)-sama.” By the time the call happened you were in your third trimester, meaning you were nearing your due date. You asked Toji if he knew but he had no clue either. You and your husband had a talk with Megumi about it. Megumi said he didn’t need to dorm when he’s in high school because he could just walk to school from the house. But Toji being the better interrogator, he got Megumi to spill the real reason. And so Megumi reveals he doesn't want to dorm once he goes to Jujutsu Tech because he wants to help out around the house and watch his little sibling grow up.

“Megs, you know I’m home, right?”

Megumi looks at his father before continuing.

“As I was saying, I need to be here in my little sister’s life. I don’t want to be a stranger because she can’t remember me, Mom.”

You gave a reassuring smile to your son, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“I get it, Megumi. I completely understand where you’re coming from. But I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I have your sister and papa after all to help me, especially your papa since he can cook anything we ask for. And know the school requires their first years to live on campus, so you do have to live on school grounds. You can always come back whenever you need to, this will always be your home, My Dear Megumi–Wait, little sister? You think it’ll be a girl, Megumi?”

He shrugs, causing Toji to raise his brow at him.

“Ya sure, Megs? You don’t think it’ll be a boy? Don’t you want another boy in the family?”

Megumi squints at his dad as he frowns.

“If I know this family, your genes are too strong, Dad. I’m a complete copy of you and Tsumiki only got Mom’s personality and smile. If it’s a boy, it will be another version of you and I don’t even wanna think about that. Plus, I wouldn’t mind having a baby sister around, especially if she takes after Mom.”

You were flattered and honored that Megumi felt this way while Toji was utterly offended at his own son.

Megumi is a good brother and son all over. He looks after you, he looks out for Tsumiki when he can, and has a good relationship with Toji. You’d think he’ll be an amazing older brother considering how caring and gentle he can be. He may be a little clumsy but he tries and that is what matters.

You decided to bring Megumi and Tsumiki with you and Toji to your next ultrasound appointment. Luckily, no problems were detected for the precious Fushiguro baby. The doctor and technician also revealed that you were having a baby girl! Tsumiki is visibly happy, slightly shaking Megumi's shoulders while he had a soft smile of his own. Then you looked over at your husband to see him with a wide but genuine grin.

“What’s with the grin, Toji?”

“Nothing, Hon. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Having another girl to spoil~.”

Your pregnancy goes as planned. Much to the dismay of Megumi, you gave birth while they were in school. As soon as Megumi and Tsumiki walk out of the school doors, they see Toji with the car waiting for them. “C’mon you two, don’t ‘cha want to meet your baby sister?” Tsumiki never saw Megumi sprinted towards the car so fast, whipping past her. Toji just laughs at Megumi’s eagerness to go see you and the baby.

Megumi is bouncing his leg in the car as they go to drive to the hospital. Once checking in, Megumi leaves his dad and sister in the dust to go find your room. Once he did, Megumi knocked gently before going inside with Toji and Tsumiki not far behind. Then the kids see the little baby bundled in your arms, sleeping away as you greet your older children.

Megumi was right because Mayumi took after you except her eye color, which was like Megumi and Toji. But everything else, she was a carbon copy of you. You joked to Toji about being even since your third child looks like you. Toji goes along with it but he can’t help but feel warm inside knowing he has a daily reminder of his beautiful wife.

Megumi and Tsumiki get to hold their little sister. It was game over for Megumi because as soon as she was in his arms, he’d do anything for her. He was melting for his little sister and she didn’t even know it yet.

Megumi tries to spend a lot of time with her until he has to dorm at Jujutsu Tech. Megumi gets sentimental when he sees her baby pictures then and now she’s a toddler speaking full sentences.

She loves to be held or sitting in someone’s lap. You, Toji, Tsumiki and Megumi, it doesn’t matter. She just likes to be close. It took her a long time to understand personal space but she tries her best. But she mostly likes being held by Toji since he’s tall. Plus she says Toji gives nice hugs.

But Mayumi is picky when it comes to other people. She gets comfortable through exposure but she doesn’t like other people that much. She knows the others and is fine with them, but she’s not so much a people person. Not shy, just like a small circle.

Mayumi calls Tsumiki Miki-Nee or Tsumi Nee-san, then Mayumi calls Megumi Gumi-Nii and/or Mimi Nii-san.

Toji’s nicknames for Mayumi are Princess, Little Lady, Sweet Pea, and Snapdragon. Sometimes he does a variation of her name like Yumi or Mayu. But those don’t start coming until she’s much older.

Toji gets bummed out that Mayumi hangs out with Megumi and is her self-proclaimed favorite person. But you always remind him that she loves all of you, including him. This is true when she gets picked up by Toji at daycare or Toji comes home and she greets him. Always a smile on her face, arms out-stretched, while saying “Papa!”

Every time Toji is doing something outside, she’s either playing on the engawa, underneath the tree for shade, or running around and playing in the garden and the Koi pond nearby. She mostly likes watching the koi fishes swim around. She even deeps her feet into the crystal blue water as the fish gently nibble on her feet.

She’s also not a picky eater. Will eat anything and everything put in front of her that is seen as food. Her favorites are berries.

Mayumi’s favorite person is definitely Megumi. Toji thought it was him but he soon found out that was not the case. All because her first words weren’t Mama or Papa, her first words were Gumi. Then she started walking because she saw Megumi sitting on the couch while you were making lunch with Toji and took her first steps because she wanted to be near him. Sometimes when she can’t sleep, has a nightmare, or wants someone to take her to the bathroom, she usually goes to Megumi because his room is the closet. Some mornings, you would find Mayumi sleeping alongside Megumi. She usually hangs out in Megumi’s room doing her own thing or playing with his dogs. Megumi doesn’t mind but only gets annoyed when he’s napping or sleeping and she wakes him up.

But she also hangs out in Tsumiki’s room too. Trying a new hairstyle, clothes, or playing with her stuffed animals. Tsumiki makes Mayumi into a Sanrio fan and even gives some of her plushies to Mayumi because she doesn’t play with them anymore. Every morning, Mayumi goes to Tsumiki to do her hair for the day. Sometimes asking Tsumiki to put a nice hair clip or bow for her. Mayumi’s so happy once she’s done that she shows you and Toji and it’s just so sweet oml.

She loves Megumi’s dogs and shikigamis. But her favorites are his white and black doggos. She loves playing and hugging them, always so gently with them. She likes to put ribbons on them like a collar and read to them. She would nap while laying on top of the white dog’s side and the black one is guarding her feet, making a protective circle around her. Then they allow her to grab onto them to help her practice walking. It’s so cute.

Mayumi knocks on doors before she enters. You don’t know where she picked it up from until you remember knocking on the doors yourself as you hold her. You assume she picked your habit, which turns out to be useful and courteous. It’s always three short knocks, keeping this habit even as a teenanger.

Mayumi is the apple of the family’s eye and almost everyone, even for Yuuji, Nobara, Maki, Yuuta, Toge, Panda, and fucking Hakari and Kiara. They all have a soft spot for her. The worst of them all is Satoru, proclaiming he’s her big brother to which Suguru smacks him on the hand for it. He tries to win her over but his grand gift-giving actually scares her and makes her wary of him, much to Satoru’s dismay. To which goes to my next point:

Bro, your daughter doesn’t like Satoru. It’s high-key funny. She doesn’t hate him per say. She’s more scared and unsettled by him. One time, she started crying late at night because she had a nightmare. Megumi, with Mayumi in his arms, had to knock on your bedroom door because she was inconsolable and wouldn’t tell Megumi anything. Took all three of you, and eventually Tsumiki joined in, to calm her down. She was sniffling, burying her face into your neck, gripping her little hands as tightly as she could.

“Mayumi, Honey, do you feel a little better now?”

She nods into you but still holding on to you for dear life.

“Can you tell us what’s wrong? Please, Sweetheart?”

“White monster…The white monster with blue-eyes…Scary smile with pointing teeth…”

Tsumiki and Megumi looked at each other confused, you were just trying to figure out where she got that image from, while Toji held a frown before his eyes opened a bit upon realization. He has this goofy smile as he takes Mayumi from your arms and holds her in his own. Upon feeling being inside Toji’s arms, she instantly relaxes and looks up at him with a pout.

“So there’s a monster in your bedroom, Princess? You want me and your big brother Megumi to look for any monsters?”

She looks up at him with her little pout, sniffles, and nods her head quietly. Clutching to Toji like a Koala. Toji gets up with a grunt along with Megumi and they go into her room to look for the “monster”. Turning both the lights on and off along with Megumi bringing his dogs out. Mayumi watches the dogs sniff out her room, under her bed, and her closet.

“No monster, Gumi-Nii?”

Megumi pats her head softly.

“Yeah, no monsters in here, Mayumi.”

She’s still pouting even though Megumi confirmed no monsters while Toji rubs her back gently.

“Well Little Lady, you’re gonna sleep with Mama and I tonight so no monsters can get you. If there are, I’ll eat them.”

Mayumi giggles as he takes her into your shared bedroom to sleep peacefully for the night. Luckily she did as she snoozed away on his chest along with you tucked into his shoulder as your head rested on top of its side.

The next day, Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, and Yaga came to your house to talk about something. As they were discussing in your personal office, Mayumi knocks and she comes in to be held by you. While being held by you, you feel Mayumi shifting in your arms. You look down as she looks at Satoru with wary eyes. She clutches closer to you as she whines. Satrou looks over at her and smiles, causing her to hide into you further. By then, you noticed Satoru didn’t bring his blindfold. He brought his glasses instead so you could see the glimpses of his eyes. As soon Mayumi caught a glimpse of his eyes, she started getting uncomfortable and whining. You’re worried as you try to calm her down but nothing works. Then Toji comes in with the pitcher of water you asked for and she makes grabby hands at him. Your husband takes her in his arms and she points at Satoru while sniffling, making everyone, including you curious.

“What’s wrong this time, Mayumi?”

“Papa,”

Points at Satoru

“White monster…big blue eyes and white teeth…that’s him…”

Everyone blinks a couple of times except for Toji who has his dastardly grin. Then the silence is broken by Suguru’s cackling followed by Haibara bursting out in laughter. Now you understand why Toji wasn’t so concerned about last night because he knew what Mayumi was talking about. The monster was random, she had a nightmare about Satoru. Nanami smirks while Yaga and Shoko chuckle at this. The only ones who weren’t anything were You and Satoru. You because you’re just shaking your head at Suguru, Toji, and Haibara. While Satoru looked like a hurt puppy that was kicked. You tried to comfort your unofficial oldest child but he just stayed hurt. He let out a sigh when he and your daughter made brief eye-contact before she hid herself in Toji, causing him to bark out in laughter. His laugh joined in with the other two.

Toji calms down a bit before comforting Mayumi.

“Princess, that’s just Gojo. He’s not a scary monster, see? He’s harmless.”

Mayumi looks at Satoru before looking at you then Toji. She shakes her head at Toji causing him to chuckle. Mayumi says bye to everyone as she leaves the room with Toji. But Suguru wouldn’t stop teasing Satoru about it and it’s an inside joke everyone is in on.

So that’s why Satoru always wears his blindfold on because he doesn’t want to make Mayumi cry. As she gets older, she gets over it and funny enough doesn’t remember this event. No matter how much anyone brings it up, she can’t fully remember any of it. But their relationship gets better later on.

Though Mayumi’s humble, she’s spoiled. By you, Toji, Tsumiki, Megumi, your family, even Suguru and Satoru, specifically Satoru. Mayumi gets an allowance of 38,948 yen(which is roughly equivalent to $250 US dollars) from Satoru every month, and that’s not including holidays and birthdays. Toji and Satoru are fighting each other on who’s better at spoiling her to which you have to calm them down because it shouldn’t be a big deal.

Mayumi gets all sad and pouty when Megumi has to live on campus but Megumi promises to call frequently or visit once a week for her. Megumi gives her his old plushies of his twin dogs, telling her to hug them when she feels like missing him. Because of that, she is overly attached to them. She sleeps with them, goes to the bathroom with them, brings them outside to the garden, goes out, they come with her everywhere she goes.

Megumi hangs a drawing she made of him and Mayumi with his dogs in his dorm room. Also has a picture frame of him and her on his desk too.

When Megumi brings Yuuji and Nobara over, they always want to play with her. Nobara dresses her up while Yuuji shadow boxes with her. When they come over to sleep over, it’s twice the fun. Yuuji and Nobara get bummed out when it’s her bedtime but they remember they see her in the morning so it’s all good.

They also help Megumi watch and babysit her when you and Toji are out on a date/outing. It’s chaotic but it’s fun.

Toji and Megumi will be irritated and annoyed when someone, other than you and Tsumiki, asks them for anything Gojo. But once Mayumi starts asking for things, they won’t even bat an eye. She is spoiled by both her grumpy older brother and menacing father. One time you came home to see your daughter gleefully smiling at you, holding her plushie tightly as she told you about what she did with Toji and Megumi. Then you look over to see your son and husband wearing bows on their heads and had sanrio stickers all over them.

Mayumi’s such a bubbly and happy child that it’s like looking straight at the sun. Of course, she takes after you mostly both in personality and physical traits. It’s not until she’s in teens when Toji’s traits start revealing themselves in her.

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Hi, I'm new here and I really like your AU!

So... How's Sparkplug's relationship with her older siblings?

It’s interesting to say the least.

Rodimus Prime, Vespae Prime (bumblebee) and Arcee are extremely busy as the three are now the main faces of both autobots and transformers on earth as a whole. Leading missions and patrolling space is an every day occurrence for them, so they really don’t get a lot of time to spend with their youngest sibling. It’s like a step-sibling that’s younger than you and you don’t get to see as much.

Arcee:

She had a really hard time with prime dying, mostly because she was the oldest and should have done more. She’s very happy she wasn’t chosen to be the next prime, as that means she has a lot more freedom on what she can do. She’s the one who comes over to see Sparkplug often but not as much as she would like. She’s dose her best to make sure Sparkplug grown into a confident and strong woman. Sparkplug looks up to her a lot but dose feel a little intimidated due to how confident she is most of the time.

Rodimus:

The middle child that got way too important at work way too fast, Rodimus was in no way prepared to deal with Sparkplug being a thing. He’s doing his best to balance his own work with being a Prime and it’s not exactly easy. He’s off in space most of the time so he really doesn’t see Sparkplug all too often. However he’s the most in support of letting her make her own decisions. Sparkplug herself tends to get overwhelmed when dealing with Rodimus for too long, at points she just goes quiet and watches whatever chaos he ends up in.

Bumblebee:

Bee had been slowly growing into a leader for years now, and with everything that happened in the war… he couldn’t help but feel like losing his dad was an inevitability. He took on that more stoic attitude of Optimus, mostly because he’s just really tired all the time. He see’s Sparkplug the most as he feels like it’s his job to guide her like Optimus did with him. Sparkplug enjoys the calm and caring nature of Bee and likes spending time with him. Her favorite thing to do with him is watch movies

But overall, they do care, it’s just hard sometimes

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pinkheartist · 2 months ago

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Imagine the SAGAU with Mitsuri! Reader? :3 (Part one?)

TW: mentions of Eating disorder, but mostly fluff and comfort. OCC characters??? Idk

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You’re self-aware of how much you truly eat, it’s not your fault, really! But when it comes to your favorite characters, you can’t help but feel a little insecure about it. You already had problems with that in the past, the feeling of people constantly judging the amount of food you ate was stuck in your mind and others saying that you had the appetite of a dragon wasn’t nice to your confidence. What if they start to appreciate you less as the almighty creator? would they be disgusted by this habit of yours?

With that possibility in mind, you reprimed your appetite and stuck to the plan of eating as few as possible, sometimes not even eating half of the plate they would offer to you properly. You really thought no one would notice? truly naive of you. They first thought you didn’t like the food, but after noticing your eyes glimmering and your mouth watering at the food before you shake your head and refuse it, they realized it was more complex than just a matter of personal taste.

Ei was the first to take the initiative alongside Nahida to try and talk to you about it. She may seem intimidating, but deep inside there is still a golden heart lying behind her stoic face. With a bit of persistence from Nahida’s part, they managed to get answers from you. The Electro and Dendro Archons comforted you, Ei gave you a portion of Kuki’s famous chocolate chip cookies that she bought, this was the best she could do since her cooking was awful, and Nahida affirmed that no matter how big your appetite was, they would still love you as their creator no matter what. They both wipe your tears away after you cry from relief, that the possibility of them shaming you from who you are never came…

The other Archons also joined the party. When you said you had the appetite of a dragon, Zhongli was left confused until you told him what it meant (He’s a little too literal). “There is nothing to be ashamed about. Your enormous strength must come from eating a bigger amount of food, right? Then, you should continue eating as much as you like. Don’t waste your ability to hear on those pesky little comments on your body, you are absolutely perfect in my point of view, Your Grace” The Geo dragon said, and trust me when i say that he would personally throw his polearm at the person who even thought of looking at you the wrong away while you eat at least 3 plates of (favorite meal)

If you said you would get heavy if you eat so much, Venti would use his Anemo powers to make you fly, seeing you smile from the fun you were having was like a Cupid’s arrow striking right in his heart (again). “See? You’re light enough for the wind to carry you, so I don’t want to hear you calling yourself heavy again. You are very much deserving of compliments, more then you think you are! I assure you that” Venti demanded after safely putting you down. “But-” “No buts!” Venti interrupted you before you could say any nonsense about yourself. As the self-proclaimed most devoted and loyal Archon you had, he would never bring himself to let you put yourself down like that

Furina did the best she does to make your feel better: Put up the best of her performances to take even the slightest of the smiles off from you. You can’t say it didn’t worked, the show was amazing! And after the show, Furina offered you a piece of (favorite flavour) cake that she brought from the best bakery there is on Fontaine, along with some macarronis made by herself and tea. “I’m banning any degradetive words with the slightest reference to you, and that rule also will apply to you!“ she exclamed “M-Me?“ You stuttered “Yes! Such blasphemy about the magnificent divine shoudn’t leave from any person’s mouth, specially when you’re the one doing it“ Her blue eyes softened as getting lost on yours “...Don’t say such things about yourself, it breaks my heart to see you blinded by insecurety, not seeing how stunning you are..“

Mavuika was surprised by the way you honestly described yourself. Of course, she did expected you to be humild on your own description, but not so lowly to the point you compare yourself to a monster, and for what? For eating 3 more than proper meals everyday plus a ton snacks? That’s ridiculous!! who put that thought on your head? She’ll hunt this person like there is no tomorrow. But jokes aside, “Hey, it’s not something you can exactlly control, can you? Everybody works differently. And your apitite is something unique, a thing that difies you from the rest, in a good way!“ she ruffles you hair, grinning widely at your flustered expression “Plus, the way you get so excited over the diverse cusines around Teyvat, and your eating face are the most adorable thing in the world!“

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Ummmmm…Yeah, srry if it’s bad i haven’t write for a century. If you’d like me posting more of those, please let me know :3 Baiii ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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bisexualiteaa · 5 months ago

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Sinful Indulgence

Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem Reader (SMUT!! MDNI)

CW: established friendship, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, swearing, reader has a succubus mutation, mutual pining, slight angst, p0rn w/ a little plot, wall fugging, unprotected seggs, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), use of pet names, praise, touch starved, cream pie, possible spelling/grammar errors.

AN: SHE HAS RETURNED BABY GIRL!! With another character fixation. 👀 Saw the Deadpool and Wolverine movie and I just could not resist writing for this beautiful, beautiful man. I was writing this at almost 3am so please forgive me if it’s sporadic and has errors, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten a whole work done. 😩 Feel free to send asks about Deadpool or Wolverine, I am happy to write for both of them! Hope y’all enjoy! 💛💙

When you showed up at Wade’s apartment after work, you thought of practically every other scenario in existence than the one you were currently in. Of course, you wouldn’t consider being pinned up against the wall, blouse unbuttoned- or rather ripped open, pencil skirt scrunched all the way up above your ass with his tall, dark and brooding roommate’s tongue down your throat a worst case scenario by any means. Just certainly not the one you were expecting to be in when you’d left work.

Wade had invited you over to celebrate your most recent job promotion, seeing as you were best friends with the merc, and his neighbor from just across the hall, he wanted to share in the celebration with you. He knew that unlike him, you lived alone and had for quite some time. Not really by choice, but rather that most people were scared by you or intimidated when they found out about your work and your mutant abilities. Aside from Wade and his friends, you’d become somewhat accustomed to keeping mostly to yourself. He wanted you to have people to share in the good news with, even if it was a small group of people, they were at least there to help show you that you didn’t have to go through things alone anymore. You had been there for him through some of his hardest times, helping him any way you could and he wanted to return the favor the best he possibly could. So needless to say, when you opened the door to his apartment (thanks to you having a spare key incase he lost his or Mary Puppins needed a dog sitter) you were shocked to find Wade nowhere to be seen. Or heard, which is incredibly rare. When you walked in, you were instead greeted to Logan who was sprawled out on the couch with his usual beer in hand. He laid there with one foot propped on the opposite arm rest, as the other sat planted on the floor in a manspread of sorts, his free arm raised up and tucked beneath his head. You blushed as you tried your hardest to not let your eyes wander past the vein on his lower stomach. It just barely peaked from beneath his shirt that was riding up and led under the waistband of his jeans. You couldn’t help but wonder where it led to, or how it would feel beneath your tongue as you’d trace it with your wet muscle. How ferocious he would sound as you raked your nails across his skin as he was buried deep within you. You wondered how it would look, how it would feel inside of you. Is it as imposing as the rest of him? You tried your best to clear your head, to rid yourself of the lascivious thoughts but it proved to be rather difficult when in his presence. Your mutation had been getting the better of you the past couple of weeks, making it hard to quell the demon residing in you. Literally and metaphorically speaking. Thankfully, he was too busy mindlessly watching something on the television to catch your stares as you stood there almost in awe. He finally looked to you as you closed the door, allowing you to send a kind smile his way and a gentle “hey!” in greet as you stepped inside, but his eyes hadn’t missed that wild look in your eyes or the flush to your cheeks. It seemed to happen often when you were around him, he noticed. It was a nice change to get a flustered smile sent his way rather than the sneers, or looks of disappointment and disgust from the people in his timeline. Nice to hear a racing heart rate for other reasons than just fear of what he was capable of. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t quite explain, something about you just felt comfortable. But you’d been distant lately. Anytime you would hang around Wade, the minute Logan came in the room, it was as if suddenly your time was cut short. Anytime he would see you in passing, he would only receive a quick hello from you, then watch as you’d bolt off. You guys didn’t even sit and chat for as long as you normally would when he would manage to get you to himself, seeming almost on edge around him. You’d never told him that you had a succubi mutation, or that you’d gone so long without sex that it made it nearly impossible for you to be around him without trying to jump him. So out of respect, you isolated yourself away and kept your distance from him. You’d never had this issue before, this was all new to you. Then again, you’d never been in love before like you were with Logan.

His eyes lingered on you a little longer than he had originally intended, and he prayed you wouldn’t notice. He already heard enough teasing from Wade about the way he looked at you with so-called “fuck me eyes” and the heavy tension that laid between you both. So if you were to catch him and his fleeting glances, he knew he would never hear the end of it. As much as he hated the idea of Wade making fun of him, he didn’t hate the idea of him and all his friends knowing that you were his girl. Or would hopefully be his girl, if he’d ever man up and finally shoot his shot with you. You come around often enough for him to have gotten to know you, between the late night game nights, Wade’s weekly movie nights and him sometimes visiting your place for a quiet space away from his loud roommate, he’d come to know you a lot more personally since he’d moved in. He’d never seen you so done up before though, and that’s what really caught his attention. You were donned in a ruffled blouse that outlined your every dip and curve, from your chest to your waist, leading down to a tight pencil skirt that hugged your hips just perfectly. He could only imagine the wonderful things it did to your ass, hoping you would pass him by so he could steal a glance and see for himself. You had on cute little kitten heels that clicked with each step and left you a little taller than usual. Not taller than him however, he could still tower over you with ease. You looked gorgeous in anything you wore in his eyes. You could be in nothing more than a baggy shirt and sweatpants and he’d still think you’d make the goddess of beauty absolutely green with envy. But in this? Every god and goddess out there could eat their fucking heart out. Your hair was done up in a tight bun, little fly aways pulled down to frame your face and a blazer draped over your arm. Not to mention you smelled like a walking aphrodisiac, he could hardly tear his eyes from you. Not that he wanted to, he was enjoying this view of you all to himself, and he was hoping you’d stick around for more than just a few minutes once you’d find out it was just him here.

“Take a picture bub, it’ll last you longer” you quipped in a playful tone with a grin and wink as you set your things down on the dining room table. Fuck, you caught him. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, you seemed to enjoy the stares so maybe if he played his cards right, he could see where this goes. He gave a small chuckle at your comment, using his own term against him as he turned back to the TV. “Never seen you so done up before” he stated, his way of asking what had you all dolled up and why you were here at Wade’s place. “Like what you see?” You asked with a smirk, your voice dipping into a lower, more seductive octave almost on its own, but spoken with the cocky tone you were originally going for, and for once he understood how he sounded to everyone else when he talked like that. No wonder people thought he was arrogant, but he had to admit, the confident flirtation looked and sounded good coming from you. He gave a scoff at your words, making you chuckle at his response. Wasn’t a yes but hey, it wasn’t a no either, maybe that was a win. “Had an interview for a promotion at my job today, and I killed it. Called up Wade to let him know the good news and he told me to come over after work” you replied, answering his question that went unspoken. “‘s just you here? Figured he’d have been home by now” you added. “Yeah, just me. Need me to jet?” He asked, making you confused at first as to why he asked it. “Why would I want you to leave? I enjoy your company” you replied truthfully, your tone so sweet it could almost rot his teeth. He honestly wasn’t expecting it. Usually most people didn’t like his company, considered him too grouchy or a buzzkill with how his attitude gets, and with the way you’d been dodging him lately he couldn’t help but wonder if it was something he’d done. “Oh. Well, you said Wade invited you over to celebrate, so I thought…” he started, not wanting to spell it out but you understood enough of what he was trying to say so he didn’t have to. Your eyes went wide before you laughed at what he had been insinuating. He knit his eyebrows in confusion and slight annoyance, but he couldn’t be mad, he loved your laugh. Loved it even more when he was the one who could pull the joyous sound from you. “Oh holy shit, now that’s fucking funny” you said, wiping tears from your eyes from laughing so hard before catching your breath. “No. Absolutely not. He is NOT my type and it is NOT that type of celebration” you answered as you took your heels off, leaving them by the door before strutting into the kitchen to Wade’s fridge, looking for a drink. It was a relief to hear those words leave you, and to see you kick off your shoes meant you planned on staying, even if he was the only one home.

As you strolled past Logan and into the kitchen, bending down to get into the fridge, he was privy to just how nice that skirt made your ass look, answering his suspicions from when you first walked in. “Is he anyone’s? Fucker never keeps his mouth shut long enough to be anything other than a headache” Logan chimed in, making you chuckle. “He’s Vanessa’s type I guess. Which hey, good for him but I pray for her sanity” you replied as you still dug around for something that wasn’t either Logan’s beers, which you knew better than to tamper with, or Mexican food that was likely long past safe to eat. “Not sure there’s any there ‘f she’s puttin’ up with his bullshit” he replied, watching as you finally gave up on the contents of the refrigerator with a groan in frustration and grabbed a bottle of wine from the cabinet above it instead. “Aha! There it is” You said as you closed the fridge door with your hip before pulling out a wine opener from the nearby drawer, getting the cork as far out as you could with the opener before pulling it the rest of the way out with your teeth. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t an attractive sight. “Fair” you finally replied as the cork sat between your teeth before spitting it out to the side. After contemplating whether to get yourself a glass or not, you decided against it and instead drank straight from the long-necked bottle, leaving Logan to watch as your throat bobbed with your desperate gulps of the saccharine red liquid. He thought drinking isopropyl alcohol was a cry for help, guess he’d met his match. You licked the extra that collected along your plush lips before giving a pleased sigh. And it went straight to his dick. “Fuck, been needing this all day” you said contentedly, before coming over to the couch, silently asking his permission to join him before watching him scoot over. He huffed in protest as if it were a hassle, but really he was happy you even bothered to make sure he was okay with you joining him before just bursting his personal bubble. “At least he’s got that goin’ for him. I’ve been known to scare people away. Kinda come to terms with the fact that I’ll probably be a lonely drunk til the end of my days, so I guess he’s got that over me” you said before taking another hearty swig of your drink, trying your best to ignore the electric feeling of being so close to Logan but it was a battle you were steadily losing. He gave a grunt in reply, understanding completely how you felt. “You and me both, bub” he said making you chuckle softly but with a somber undertone to it. If only he knew how much you cared about him.

“You know, this is the first time in years I’ve had anyone to celebrate anything with” you piped up after taking another drink, staring off as you broke the peaceful silence that fell over you two. He looked to you as you spoke, his expression as impossible to read as ever but a hint of sympathy rested in those intense eyes of his. “I’m so tired of scaring people away because of how I am…tired of going about this bullshit life alone” you admitted, and you knew it sounded pathetic as soon as it left you but it was true. Yet he understood. He understood better than anyone what it was like to feel alone, to feel like the world had it out for you. “Well, y’not alone in this anymore bub” he said, making you turn to him and smile appreciatively at his words of comfort, you needed it more than you had originally thought. “Thanks Lo” you replied kindly, and he swore his heart skipped a beat at the nickname. You extended your bottle out towards him, a cheers in celebration to not only your accomplishments, but to the moment shared between you two. This was the most intimate and sweet moment you two had ever shared since meeting the man from another timeline. When you and Logan spoke, it always felt natural. Nothing was forced, there was no need to lie or put on a front, you felt comfortable. His gruff and angry exterior would scare off most, but not you. He was thankful for that, thankful that in this timeline, he was useful to someone. Cared for by people, but most importantly by you.

As he reached out to tap his beer against your wine bottle, he noticed something different about your nails. They were longer than they were a few minutes ago. Now black in color and with a rather sharp, claw like shape to them. “Have your nails done?” He asked, making you hum in confusion before looking at your hands. “Shit..” you whispered to yourself. It was then that it finally clicked in his head why you claimed people were scared of you. “You’re a mutant” he said, once again not really asking, rather stating, but his tone asked you to elaborate. You sighed as you tilted your head back against the back of the couch, your eyes clenched shut in embarrassment. “I am” you answered begrudgingly, knowing it was a painful journey from here. “Not exactly proud of it. In fact most times it feels like the shittiest thing ever dealt to me” you added, hissing in pain as horns sprouted from the top of your head. You’d gone too long without sating your needs, and in return you could no longer maintain your human visage. You felt your thin, spindly tail slither from beneath your skirt, Logan watching in amazement as you seemed to transform before him. When your eyes finally opened and your jaw unclenched, he was greeted to enchanting golden irises and a set of fangs in place of your normal canines. “This…I’m afraid is the real me” you said self consciously, searching for fear in his eyes, looking for any hint of disgust like others had shown you in the past. Yet you didn’t find it. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Was all he asked, wanting to know why you would hide this from him when you told each other next to everything. “Because I didn’t want to scare you away” you answered simply. “I’ve lost so many people through the years that meant so much to me. I’ve scared some when I would tell them I’m a mutant, I’ve disgusted others when they would see me like this. So I got used to hiding it so that I wouldn’t lose anyone else” you continued. “I hid it because I just couldn’t bear it if I lost you too” you finished. “Is that why you’ve been dodgin’ me?” He asked, making you hang your head in shame as you nodded in reply. His hand came to yours, grasping it tightly to comfort you the best he could. “It’d take a lot more than that to scare me away, doll. I’m not goin’ anywhere” he said, making you smile appreciatively at him. “You don’t think it’s hideous?” You asked, gesturing to your horns and tail making him chuckle. “I think anyone who does think that is fuckin’ blind” he replied, making you smile at the compliment. “Wait ‘til you see the wings, then you might say otherwise” you added, but with a more playful tone, one that showed you were doing a little better already than you were before. “Try me. Been around a while, seen a lot of shit” he said, making you hum in reply. “I forget you’re old as dirt” you answered mischievously, making him turn to you with an offended look. “Fuck you” he grumbled before resuming drinking his beer, making you laugh and he couldn’t help but soften up at the sound. “Just teasin’” you replied before a moment of comfortable silence fell upon you both once more, his large hand still clasping yours. “Thank you…for not freaking out” you said, feeling him sling an arm around you and pull you into his side, allowing you the chance to rest your head on his shoulder. He didn’t need to verbally reply, the action had spoken enough for you to understand.

“Y��said earlier that Wade wasn’t your type” Logan spoke up in the silence, deciding that if he was to shoot his shot, that now was his best chance. No one else was around, so you could enjoy in the privacy. His statement made you tilt your head to look up at him while still resting on his shoulder. “Still true, way too high maintenance for me” you added, making him quirk a small grin in response as you looked back to the television while you spoke. A beat of tense silence fell between you as he contemplated his next move and what he was going to say. “What is your type then?” He asked bravely but almost trying to sound nonchalant about it as he looked to you, making you shoot him a fang-toothed grin as you looked at him. “Well, if you really want to know. I like the tall, dark and brooding type with scruff, pointed tufts of hair, and claws that come from his knuckles. Extra points if his name is Logan. Know anyone like that?” you answered flirtatiously but honestly, making him chuckle in response. “Think I do actually. Heard he’s an asshole though, you sure that’s the one you want?” he quipped cheekily, making you laugh in response. “Lucky for him, that’s my type. I think he is charming, but don’t tell him I told you that” you teased with a knowing grin as you both finished off your respective drinks before migrating into the kitchen for another round. “How ‘bout you? ‘s only fair you spill your secrets since I’ve spilt mine” You asked, making him chuckle as he trailed not very far behind you. “Figured that one was obvious, sweetheart” he said, the nickname paired with the way he was looking at you with that lopsided grin made you absolutely melt. “Maybe, but it’s more fun when you say it” you replied, wanting to hear it from him, wanting him to acknowledge the tension and confirm what you were hoping was mutual attraction. “I’m all ears” you added, cupping your pointed ears for added effect before turning to grab another bottle of wine from the cabinet as he grabbed another beer. “Fuckin’ brat” he grunted, making you chuckle and hum with intrigue at the dominance in his tone. “Yeah? Gonna do something about it bub?” You challenged as you moved to open your fresh bottle, the alcohol not enough to hinder your decision making, but enough to grant you courage to bite back where you normally wouldn’t. Little did you know, that was the final straw on his restraint.

Next thing you knew, you were being propped up on the kitchen counter, Logan standing between your spread legs as he kissed you fervently. Your arms looped around his neck instantly as he pushed everything off of the surface to allot you the space, not caring for what came crashing off the edge as a result. His large hands roamed your frame feverishly as your claws dug into the material of his shirt, keeping him close against you to show him just how much you wanted this. Scratch that, how much you needed this. The kiss left your head spinning, teeth and tongue clashing together and allowing you both to get a taste of what the other was drinking. His tongue had the bitter tang of beer still resting on it, but with it was the faintest hint of tobacco and smoke. Likely from one of his cigars he enjoyed smoking. It was intoxicating the way he made you feel, and he could say the same thing about you. The taste of sweet wine was never something he took pleasure in, but tasting it from your lips? It was a different experience entirely. “Answer your question, bub?” He asked in a cocky tone, his pupils blown wide with the most feral look in them. “Yeah” you answered as you tried your best to catch your breath, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and growing smile that he swore was the sexiest look anyone has ever given him. “Well what are you doing just standing there? I don’t remember telling you to stop” You teased, pulling him back to you, doing your best to minimize the distance as you pouted for another kiss. He chuckled at your response before diving back down to capture your lips against his, he certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

You both moaned into it as his hands started to untuck then work at unbuttoning your blouse. His need for you proved to outweigh his patience however, because rather than continuing to fumble with the small buttons of your shirt, he decided to rip the pesky fabric open instead. You gasped with excitement as you heard the buttons fly and scatter across the kitchen floor, the idea of him needing you so bad that he would literally tear your clothes off of you sent an excited flutter to your stomach. You couldn’t find it within you to mourn the shirt, not when you needed him more than anything right now. Your skirt rode up your thighs, leaving your lower half just barely covered but he didn’t need to see the wet patch that formed in your panties to know what effect he had on you. He could smell just what he was doing to you, the scent of your arousal coming off of you like the most intoxicating perfume and it made him down right feral for you. His rough hand trailed up the soft, plush skin of your thigh, pushing your skirt up even more as he pulled you up against him. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, leaving your bodies flush against each other, desperately pawing at one another like two animals in heat. It was clear the aphrodisiac in your saliva had already begun to take effect. His hips brushed against yours, feeling him throb against your soaked cunt even through his jeans and your panties. You moaned at the delicious electricity that soared through you to your clit with each roll of his hips against you. You swore you were in heaven with the feel of him like this alone, thank god no one else was home, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet if it already felt this good. “Look so fuckin’ good like this, all wrecked from me” he said into your heated kiss, making you giggle with confidence at his compliment. “Yeah? Think I’d look even better with you inside of me” you replied, making him groan as his lips peppered kisses against your neck, soon morphing into small bites just to hear you moan and cling to him desperately for more. “Y’think so?” He asked, making you shake your head yes in response. “Need it. Need you, Lo” was all you could say, your mind already so foggy that you could barely think, much less form proper sentences. “Need it that bad, huh? How d’ you want me to fuck this pretty pussy baby? Can tell she’s been needing some love” He asked, rolling his hips against you once more for extra measure, only teasing you further. You had no idea just how much of a tease this man could be, he really knew all the ways to get you riled up, it was almost unfair. Almost, if it didn’t feel so fucking good. “Bend me over the counter, slam me up against the wall, hell I’d ride you on the couch if you wanted. Don’t give a fuck how it happens, just want you so bad Logan, please…” you admitted, making another low groan leave him in response.

“All those ideas sound good but, sounds a little rushed to me. How ‘bout I take care of you properly?” He asked, his fingers pulling at the sides of your panties to bring them down and off of you as he continued to nip and kiss at your neck. God it had been so long since anyone made you feel like this, you couldn’t help but cover your face with embarrassment. “You don’t have to do that…most people don’t like-“ “I’m not most people, peach” he interrupted, his hands coming to gently pull yours away from your pretty face. “Let me take care of you, show her some love, hmm?” he asked, his lips planting searing kisses at your neck, leaving your eyes to flutter shut as you whined desperately for him. “Please…” you got out the best you could between your soft moans as his lips trailed down your chest, tummy, then your inner thighs as he knelt before you. His hands rested on the outsides of your thighs, keeping them open for him to slot between as he pulled you to the edge of the counter top. He wasted no time diving in for you, his tongue gliding between your folds, teasing your clit and your entrance with the wet muscle. You propped yourself up with your hands, your whole body seeming to arch as you tilt your head back to moan. “Fuck…” was all you could utter between your blissful sounds of pleasure. One of your hands reached down to card through his hair, making him moan into you at the feel of your sharp nails against his scalp. “Taste as sweet as you sound, darlin’. Could sit here and do this for ages” he said, making you bite your lip as your giggle morphed into a moan at the way his tongue circled your clit with expert precision. “Fuck, just might take you up on that in the future- oh!” You panted out as his tongue swirled around your clit and his fingers prodded at your entrance, slowly working you open. He chuckled as your legs opened wider for him, allowing his fingers to reach as deep inside as possible, stretching you open and prepping you for what was to come. “Good girl, takin’ me so well” he praised, making your stomach flutter as you tightened around his fingers. The sounds coming from him were down right debaucherous. From the groans and almost growls at your taste, to the sound of him eating you like you were his last meal he would ever get to enjoy, you both sounded like you were co-stars in a raunchy porno. You weren’t sure if the knot in your stomach was beginning to grow tighter because of how long it had been since you’d had sex, or if he was just that godly with his tongue. Either way, you were already mere moments from toppling over the edge and he could feel it with the way your cunt pulsed around his fingers. “Gonna cum for me sweetheart?” He asked, knowing damn well the answer to that, but hearing it from you made his pride soar. You nodded your head yes, making him grin up at you from between your legs. “Want you to cum on my fingers. C’mon baby, give it to me” he said, curling his fingers to rub them against that spot inside you that had your body on fire. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum” you warned, throwing your head back with a loud moan as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on your sensitive bud and pushing you over the edge. Your wings made their debut as you came, fluttering and shaking as your body was wracked with pleasure. “Good fuckin’ girl, just like that” he talked you through your orgasm, helping you ride it out for as long as possible before you made the descent from cloud nine. “Holy shit…” you panted out, doing your best to catch your breath as he stood back up. “I’ll take that as a compliment” he said with a grin, making you laugh weakly as he began to unbuckle then remove his jeans and underwear. “Please do” you answered before he kissed you once more. “We’re not done yet, darlin’” he said, helping you get rid of the shirt that was barely clinging to you before picking you up and pinning you against the nearest wall.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been pinned there, your bare chest exposed to the cool air, skirt hiked up to your tummy and your legs wrapped around his waist. You had cum two more times already, working your way towards a third. Your body moved with every harsh thrust his hips made, allowing him to watch as your tits bounced and your head fell back against the wall. “Eyes on me, pretty. You can give me one more, can’t you?�� he asked, his thumb and pointer finger of his free hand tilting your chin down to fix your gaze on him, making you whimper and nod as you bit your lip before your jaw dropped with a lascivious moan. “There you go, just like that. Wanna hear those pretty sounds and see those eyes on me” he praised, his soft words and kind tone a stark contrast to the way he was fucking into you with reckless abandon. He felt you clench around him and whimper at the praise sent your way, making him give a cocky chuckle. “Y’like being praised darlin? Felt that pussy squeeze me nice ‘n tight” he asked with a grin despite your body already giving him the answer. “Yes! Love it, love it when you praise me” you babbled out, trying your hardest to speak and formulate words that made sense but your voice was quickly betraying you. “Such a sweet thing for me, letting me use you like a fuck toy. There isn’t a single thought in that cute head of yours, is there?” he responded as his hips jack hammered into you at an unforgiving pace, pounding you into the wall so hard that you knew bruises would be there. “‘s okay baby, gonna take good care of you. Gonna make sure she doesn’t go a day without feeling good” he promised, making you whine at the prospect. Your hair was falling from its once neat and tidy bun, your cheeks flushed and chest heaving as pants and moans fell from you in a sinful melody. You were a mess and he fucking loved it because you were all his to ruin. “Fuck, Logan! Oh my god- yes!” You panted, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut momentarily at the feel of him pounding into that spot that had you writhing for him. That spot deep inside you that your fingers could never reach, and you swore you were floating even higher than cloud nine.

Your neck and chest were littered with bruises that marked you as his, from the hickies left behind on your tits that he couldn’t get enough of, to the rough bites into your shoulder and neck as he lost himself in you. Your claws bit into his skin as you held onto him for dear life. He growled each time you would scratch or dig them into his skin, a momentary blissful pain that would disappear as he healed, but only added to the pleasure. You didn’t even care anymore about the dull ache blossoming in your back from being shoved against the wall, or the possible noise complaints from the neighbors, you were so lost in pleasure that you could hardly even remember your own name. His name fell from your tongue like a mantra to a forgotten god, every drag of his cock inside of your gummy walls left you speechless. “Feel so fuckin’ good around me, like she was made for me. Been wanting this for too damn long” he admitted, and if you weren’t so beyond cock-drunk, you’d have been able to properly say the same. “M-Me too- fuck!!” Was all you could utter out between your moans, getting closer and closer to your release. “Yeah? Wonder what dirty thoughts have been roamin’ around about me in that pretty head of yours” he said, making you blush as you thought of all the things you’d fantasized about in the privacy of your own bedroom, all the things you’d wished he would do to you. You watched as his hand traveled to where your bodies were connected, his fingers rubbing circles against your sensitive clit to push you closer to your breaking point. “Think about me playing with her? Think about my fingers taking the place of yours to make you cum as you fuck yourself to the thought of me?” He asked, making you whimper as you looked to him, shaking your head yes in reply. “Fuck, squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum again for me, baby doll?” He asked, and once again he didn’t need a response from you, he could tell by the way your voice got higher in pitch and the way your walls were squeezing him tight that you were right there. “Yes! Gonna cum- fuck, Logan please!” You begged. How could he ever say no to you when you sounded so sweet? “Go ahead doll, cum for me. I’m right there with you” he admitted and you could feel it with the way his hips began to take on a more sporadic rhythm, but his fingers rubbing circles at your clit gave you that last little push you needed to topple over the edge one last time. “Good fucking girl. Look so good cummin’ all over my cock. Fuck, gonna fill this pussy up. Be good and take it all for me, yeah?” he praised, thrusting into you a few more times before reaching his peak with a feral growl. He buried himself deep inside of you, the blissful feeling of him pulsing with each rope of his seed coating your walls making you moan. His movements came to a halt once he was milked of everything he could give you, leaving you to wrap your arms around him and hold him against you as you basked in the after glow.

You both fought to catch your breath as you came down from your highs, his face lifting from the crook of your neck to check and make sure he hadn’t been too rough with you. You smiled up at him, pulling him into a soft kiss. “You alright, bub?” He asked, making you shake your head yes as you looked at him. “Never been better” you replied, making him chuckle as he tried to set you down, but his arm wouldn’t move. You both looked to the wall where his fist sat to anchor his body weight to keep you held up and to not lose his footing and were shocked at the sight. “Shit” he said, pulling his claws from the wall before they sheathed back into his hand, making you giggle. “So much for the security deposit” you quipped, making him laugh. “Hasn’t happened in a long time, sorry doll” he said, thinking that it might have scared you when in fact it had done the complete opposite. “I’m flattered. Not every day that you get to make a handsome mutant so feral from fucking you that his claws get stuck in the wall” you teased, making him chuckle as he kissed you sweetly. “You’d be surprised the things you do to me” he added, making you giggle with interest as he helped you to your feet and helped you clean up. “Here. Sorry I fucked up your clothes” he said, taking his shirt off and giving it to you to cover up with as he pulled his jeans back up and adjusted his belt. You wasted no time slipping it on, discarding the useless remains of your skirt and taking in the smell of his cologne on it. “I’m not” you replied. He couldn’t help the soft smile that came to his lips at the sight of you in his shirt, it fit on you like a night dress. “Could get used to that” he said gruffly, making you smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck once more, getting up on your tip toes to kiss him once more. “Me too” you said sweetly into it, his hands finding your hips beneath his shirt and sighing into the soft, sweet kiss. “Tread carefully, I get worked up easy” you warned, making him laugh. “Fine by me, makes two of us” he replied before taking the kiss down a more heated route.

The sounds of a set of keys rattling in the door was drowned out by your excited giggles and the intimate moment shared between you and Logan as you stood in the kitchen. Your playful giggles and words could be heard from behind the door, making Wade think that the party had already started without him. As the door opened, Wade stepped into his apartment to find quite the opposite. “Pump the breaks party people, your host has arrived!“ he went to say before giving a dramatic gasp at the sight of you and Logan together. His gasp was what brought you both back to reality, and with Logan standing there shirtless, you wearing his shirt, and the dents in the wall, you figured it was obvious to anyone what you were up to. “Shit. Hey Wade” you spoke shyly, a blush tinting your face as you waved at him, making Logan turn to see his roommate was back. “Fuck” Logan said, knowing he would never hear the end of it now. “I see that. Well I was going to say congrats but, seems Wolvie’s adamantium rod beat me to it” Wade said, making you cover your face in shame. “About time, love birds! Didn’t think it would cost me my kitchen, but hey, what are friends for?” He joked, making Logan roll his eyes as he did his best to stand in front of you, shielding you from Wade’s eyes that tend to roam. “The demon outfit’s cool, bet it made for some freaky role-play. Really wish I would’ve gotten a heads up that it was a Halloween party, I’d have been a slutty nun” he continued, only further pissing Logan off. “‘s not a costume, asshole” Logan defended, making you grab his arm to assure him it was okay. “Oh, well look at that, even better. And she didn’t even need to pump you full of aphrodisiacs or sex pollen to get you to boink her brains out, just needed to leave you two in my apartment alone for a while. Funny how that works” Wade replied, making Logan grumble and groan in disdain. It wasn’t the sort of celebration you anticipated, but certainly was a happy ending to a pretty good day.

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bloodyinkandquill · 4 months ago

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Ban Hammer x Reader

it is two am, istg do not write on this until the morning me, i will hate you i have to be up in five hours let’s go to bed

ok i didn’t write this but i did stay up another hour and a half listening to a true crime podcast so…

- You’d think dating a 6’11 demigod who owns the most secure prison in Inpherno would not be on someone’s to-do list, but for you it was different, you knew him more than just the fearsome warden, to you he was your lover and honestly, a bit of a big softy

- Ban Hammer was big, he knew that, really strong too, so he was more than just a little afraid of hurting you, especially if he had his big and sharp armor on, he liked being physically affectionate, but he did worry about hurting you, so he’d wait until he’d taken off his armor you hug you, which did sort of feel like being swallowed whole since he’s such a large man, but it felt safe and warm so you never minded it

- He was gruff and tough but after a long day he enjoyed just laying face down the couch as you stroked his head pulling it to rest on your lap, he’d just lie there as you tried to convince him to get up, take off his armor, get some water, etc, he’d grumble about it but eventually get up

- Hope you like golf, he loves taking you to go golf, he’d never admit this but it’s mostly because when he does good you tell him how great of a shot he was and other junk like that and he enjoyed the praise, if you didn’t like golf he wouldn’t mind you sitting back as long as you were there together, and you were paying attention to him, he may be your boyfriend but he’s very clingy like a puppy, he also loved receiving praise from you, he already thinks very highly of himself but hearing you say those things feels even better to him

- He’d probably take you on very fancy dinner dates, to those really nice restaurants, though you have to make the reservations because he can be a little high strung and will demand certain things like a good seat, or a discount, so to avoid him getting mad at some poor waitress you make them for the both of you

- Like mentioned he’s super cuddly and snuggly, he loves just holding you as he sleeps, or sitting very close to you to the point he’s practically on top of you, you sometimes have to tell him that’s he’s crushing you, he moves immediately and feels bad, you tell him it’s fine but how about you sit on him instead

- Unironically uses sorta cheesy pet names, you’d expect him to be more creative with it but I feel like he’d use ‘baby, babe, sweetheart, etc’ though something funny he does is he has his voice and then his warden voice, loud and commanding to demand respect and fear, sometimes he forgets to turn it off when he gets home so he gets home and says in a gruff unamused voice ‘babe i’m home!’ to the point it sounds sorta angry, you crack up and he clears his throat before saying it snot that funny, as you’re doubling over in laughter

- The first time you met Windforce was terrifying, he loved you but he loved his mom more, if she said she didn’t like you that would be it, and if you pissed her off you feared her wrath, luckily she thought you were fine, obviously she has a distaste for mortals but you make her boy happy so she puts up with you, maybe not fully liking you but she doesn’t mind you, as long as you don’t annoy her she doesn’t care

- Thought meeting Windforce was scary? One time Ban Hammer said his whole family was having a dinner party, Firebrand organized it trying to keep the family all together and connected, and Ban Hammer wanted to bring you to meet all his uncles and few cousins, you didn’t wanna say no but holy shit you were terrified, you were about to meet literally the entirety of the SFotH, which was definitely intimidating, luckily they all at the very least didn’t dislike you, and you got to meet Flipside which was cool, but holy shit when you go home you let out the biggest breath ever since you were so on edge the whole time

hope you enjoyed! had fun writing it and thinking of all this junk, anyways до свидания!

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lucifers-rubber-duck · 9 months ago

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oh my god! I just read the modern time one and it gave me an idea!! hazbin crew with a modern reader that is just so chaotic. but like not even a dangerous chaotic and they could probably be killed by any demon but they just have no regard for their safety at all. if a demon makes them mad, the yell at the random demon (even if it's like Alastor or something, they just don't care) calling it something stupid. or if they so much as encounter a slight inconvenience they act like their dying all over again and then within a few seconds goes back to normal like nothing happened. but is overall just entertaining to have around the hotel

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer.

Warnings: None.

A/N: We need more Chaotic!Reader in fics, let Reader be a drama monarch and be extra! Thanks for the ask!

𖤓Charlie

• She lost the count of how many times she apologized in your name to random demons on the streets and stores every time you two go out together, you simply have no filter.

• If a demon annoys you you'll scream at them, if they look at you in a way you didn't like you'll flip them off, you just don't care about your own safety and the fact that you're being rude for no reason and that kills her.

• Every week you'll have a behavior exercise where she'll make you be nice to a member of the hotel or simply do good deeds around hell, she even made you apologize to a demon that you fought in a clothe store once, that's your last favorite part of living in the hotel and you make that clear.

• But your behavior does come in handy sometimes, like when some random thought it would be nice to mess with Charlie and shit-talk her hotel, you threw your hot coffee on them making them run away with an angry grin. She didn't scold you that time but didn't say it was acceptable.

• “There are better ways to… resolve those types of situations, but I'm thankful that you stood up for me, that's another good attitude to have!”; “Whatever you say princess, you can thank me by buying me a new coffee.”

𖤓Vaggie

• Sometimes your way of acting annoys her, a lot, you're just so headstrong and so she is so you two just clash with each other a lot, and neither will give up so easily.

• You would make things that annoy her, like poking her or just making a few rude comments, and that would work because she would always have to hold herself to not put her spear on your throat and silence you herself.

• I imagine Charlie putting you two in one of those “get along” shirts, that didn't end up very well and you two almost threw punches with each other.

• The only moments you two middly get along is when a random attack happens at the hotel, what for some reason actually happens at least once a week, and both of you team up to beat the shit out of the demons, you two would he too tried to fight after.

• “You weren't so bad this time Vagina.”; “Don't make me add another one to my kill count.”; “To your what?”

𖤓Alastor

• You not being scared or intimidated by his presence annoys him like nothing else, he doesn't enjoy not being in control, he likes when people fear him and plead for their lives so your lack of care for his power makes his smile be a little more forced everytime.

• He dislikes your attitude towards him, but mostly dislikes how modern you are, you have no respect for him or the older demons, you're always using slangs he doesn't understand and is always so full of modern technology, he especially doesn't like the VoxTek phone you always carries with you.

• He's pretty verbal on how much he dislikes you, just how you are about him, he wouldn't be as aggressive like Vaggie when showing his dislike, he's more the type to give sarcastic comments than throw punches. There was only one occasion where he used his magic to make your phone get all glitchy with his presence.

• I also think he would like to try and correct you on things just out of spite. Sitting with your legs crossed? He'll tell you to sit properly. Bad posture? He touches your back with his staff making you fix it. Even when you're literally just doing your duties at the hotel, he'll tell you that you're doing it incorrectly to make you mad.

• “That's not how my mom taught me how to do it, you should try another way dear, maybe like that you'll actually be useful for something.”; “Oh, kiss my ass old man, come and do it yourself if you're so bothered by it.”

𖤓Husker

• Hates your guts 90% of the time, he hates the way you're just so careless like you aren't literally in Hell, he wonders how you didn't get yourself killed or had a beef with the wrong people already, you look like the type that would face against a Overlord.

• But he does like having you around the bar sometimes, he won't admit it of course, but he always offer you a drink after he sees you do something that annoys Alastor in the slightest.

• He also saved your ass a few times. When Charlie gives the hotel staff permission to have a night for themselves and go to a club, he just knows you'll enter a fight, doesn't matter how well the night is going, you always manages to get in trouble so he had to keep and eye on you all the time.

• After that fight at the club happened, just Like he tough it would, he has to carry your slightly bruised and heavily drunk body, putting one of your arms around his shoulders and holding you to make sure you don't fall while you state how annoyed you are that he got involved on your stuff again.

• “I could take that motherfucker, get my ass back there so I can show them.”; “And I wish I could take a break from you but we can't always have what we want, can we?”

𖤓Angel

• Do I even have to say he's the one that mostly enjoys your presence? He likes your attitude, your way of dressing, your personality, it matches his and you two can be just the most annoying pricks together.

• Your favorite activity when going out to do whatever is to silently judge sinners on the way, you and him would point at a random sinner while talking about their looks and shit-talking them just because you two can.

• If a sinner ever gets annoyed at you two Angel just knows that you're not going to stay quiet about it and will most likely try to fight them, and as the good friend he is, he's always there to help you out in a fight with some fire power.

• He makes sure to not talk about his boss though, he knows that if you learn about how horrible he's treated by him you'll want to go there and have a conversation with him yourself. He will make sure that you're far away from Valentino with your careless attitude.

• “You know what toots? You should meet my friend Cherri, you two were made for each other.”; “If she's anything like me then I know she's no good influence, when can I meet her?”

𖤓Niffty

• She enjoys your attitude, probably thinks it's attractive and will call you a Bad Boy (in a gender neutral way).

• She's probably giggling every time you're creating chaos or getting into a beef with another demon, you're just her type to be honest and she'll for sure start flirting with you in her own weird way.

• The only way I see her not liking your attitude is if you're openly getting things dirty, like not cleaning the dishes when it's your turn or not bothering to throw the trash in the trash can, the only thing that she likes more than people with bad attitudes e keeping things clean so that's the only way you can really annoy her with your way of act.

• “Hey bad boy, I made you a gift, hehehhehe~”; “How… peculiar… What are those?”; “The mother bugs I killed on front of their children and turned into a necklace.”; “.... Riggghtt…”

𖤓Sir Pentious

• The first time he interacted with you was when he attacked the hotel trying to fight Alastor and you commented on how noisy and weak he looked so let's say he was not very pleased with you at first.

• He's still very annoyed with you at first when he started living at the hotel and would give you the silent treatment, or at least try, he's not very good at just ignoring your rude comments, especially if it is about his looks, you just find his hat funny.

• After you two, forced by Charlie and her exercises probably, started to know each other he would start to like you, you two would just be so extra together, he's a theater kid and you're chaotic neutral energy what could possibly go wrong?

• Definitely tries to act a little bit like you after you two start hanging out, be it by trying to act a little more rude and confident or by trying to use more modern slangs and expressions. You can appreciate the effort.

• “So, wasn't I simply the coolessst ever?”; “If you use the word ‘cringe’ again I'm hitting you on the head with a brick.”

𖤓Lucifer

•If his first impression of your headstrong and somewhat cocky attitude is when you're being rude to Alastor or just your simple existence making the Radio Demon annoyed, he'll already like you.

• He would be surprised at first while interacting with you on how much you just didn't care, you would talk to him like he was a long-term friend instead of the king of Hell that you just met a while ago, are all people on earth like that?

• You would have to be a little patience with him, because he would ask you tips on how to act around people, you're younger and came from a newer generation, he can learn one thing or two with you, especially about the right ways to say insults, you don't need him saying “I'm going to fuck you” again.

• You remind him of Charlie's emo phase, he will chuckle every time you do something that reminds of her smug attitude in that period of her life. Don't be offended if he calls you emo, that's the only word he knows to describe your personality.

• “You remind me of my daughter you know, there was a time she acted just like you, I kinda miss that time if I'm being honest.”; “Are you… complimenting me or insulting your daughter?”

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arielstruggles · 1 year ago

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The Dawn of Regret

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem reader

Summary: You have a crush on Joel Miller and he becomes your patrol partner.

W.C: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut (mdni), P in V sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), Katoptronophilia, praise kink, slight dirty talk, breeding kink, big fat age gap (reader is 26 Joel is 56), angst.

A/N: Happy kinktober folks!. I love angst so i incorporate it in everything :| sorry. I honestly don't know if this will be a one shot or not, we will see. I'm sorry i'm not the best for descriptions. And if i have any grammar mistakes, sorry in advance i am not a native English speaker. Anyway, if anyone reads it, let me know your opinions, love you bye!

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You and Joel have known each other for quite some time now. It has been roughly four months that him and Ellie decided to stay in Jackson, instead of trying to find the Fireflies. Since then, they were joining you at different tasks. Ellie was too young to join the patrols without a training but Joel, as a 56 years old, fearless man; he was the perfect fit. Well, obviously he was a mass murderer too but it was helpful in this situation. But other than that you were nothing to each other. Just a couple of “Hello”s and “How is it going”s here and there. But you couldn’t help to feel attracted to him. Normally, you were teaming up with Maria and Joel was teaming up with Tommy but Tommy and Joel decided that they were "sick of each other" so Maria came up with the solution that you were supposed to team up with Joel. It caught you off guard. You were so used to went on patrols with Maria that you didn't know what to do exactly. Not that you were unable to protect yourself or anything. You were living in Jackson for more than two years now and before that you basically learned how to survive on your own. No, it was not a doubt that came from your skills, it was because of Joel.

You were a little bit, just a little bit intimidated by his presence. He was not a chatty, lively man. His brows were mostly furrowed, well he was grumpy to say the least. Not that he was rude or mean towards you. On the contrary he knew where to stand. So, he sort of knew when to be nice which was obviously not around you. But you were not sure if you were okay where he was standing, you wanted more. He was a handsome man, grumpy old man to be fair but it didn't take anything from his charm. His broad shoulders, warm brown eyes, the dimple on his cheek which is a shame that you could barely see since he was not laughing around you that much. He was big and strong. His hands, his fingers... The thought of it showed itself as dampness on your panties. You were feeling guilty for dreaming about him from time to time but in your defense, who would not? Gosh those Fingers. “What would happen if he wrapped them around my throat?" you thought, on the couch where you were lying at the moment. "What would happen if he kissed me, or better bite me?" you get so worked up that dipped your fingers inside your panties.

After you came imagining it was his fingers inside you instead of yours, a wave of warmth washes your whole body. You are feeling so guilty. You are about to go on a patrol with this man and you masturbated, in your couch, thinking of him. And you had no idea how he felt about you, you saw him flirting with women before in the Tipsy Bison however none of them were as young as you. They were mostly older than forty. You are in your mid-twenties. Also, you know the fact that he had a daughter which if she was alive would be older than you so this was both unethical and impossible. You shake your head due to your own stupid thoughts and realize that it' almost three a.m. that means Joel and you are about the meet in an hour. You fix your clothes and decide to make yourself a coffee, you have limited supply of coffees so even though you really love it you can't drink as much as you want to but tonight, or this morning to be precise, you need to.

While you sip your coffee with the shame on your shoulders you hear a knock on your door, you leave your mug on the table and walk towards the door. “Who is that?” you ask, even though the low and husky tone makes it clear that it is Joel, you are just trying to be careful. “It’s Joel. I was just checking you if you were awake.” To hide the reflection of that stupid grin on your voice, you clear your throat “Yes, I am.” You can’t help the heat that rises from your core. “Okay, be outside of your door in 30.” He says and you hear footsteps fading away. You realize you didn’t even open the door, let alone kindly inviting him but it was probably for the best. You still feel warm and fuzzy because of your Joel fantasies. You grab your coffee and sip the rest while thinking of him.

Once you’re done with your coffee, you step outside of your door with you backpack on your back and gun in its holster, waiting for Joel. After a while his big figures approaches which makes you feel giddy. You curse under your breath for feeling like a high schooler who sees their crush. “Mornin’” he rasps, “morning” you say in return. “We’re heading towards east this time. Tommy claims. There are riders.” It is obvious by his tone that he mocks with his brother. You nod as a response to his explanation and you both start walking. You know, silence is better to search the area but it makes you so uneasy. You want to talk to him desperately. “So, why you and Tommy decided to not to be partners anymore?” you ask, your tone is louder than you expected. “You wanna get attention of clickers or sumthin?” he is not mad, it’s his usual grumpiness but still you feel ashamed. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “sorry.” You murmur, this time your tone is quiet. “He was being a pain in the ass, I’m sick of his bullshit.” He answers your question without looking at your face, you are grateful for that. You hum in return while you keep on walking. It’s still dark outside and cold. You wish you were in your warm bed. But the man who is walking right beside you seems so unbothered. He doesn’t care about the cold or how dark it is. It is as if he is living for the sake of living. You study his demeanor, trying to be sneaky. “Is there sumthin on my face?” “no, i- I’m sorry.” “well, you should focus on the road not me.” his tone is amused this time, not annoyed, not grumpy. You see a smile dancing around his lips, it is not a smile but it’s the best you got which sort of encourages you. “I can do both” “Aren’t you sumthin?” he chuckles, you made him smile.

That little conversation is all you need for you to have a crush on Joel. Not that you had not anything towards him but it was not a strong feeling whatsoever. But the moment you were able to make him smile. Well, it worsens the situation. For the rest of the road, you are mostly quiet. The sun is about to rise, the sky is turning into a lighter shade of blue. The birds chirping. It almost sounds peaceful. In the middle of an apocalypse. You can’t help but laugh audibly. Joel turns towards you with a questioning look on his face. “I was thinking how peaceful it felt. The sky seems so pretty, birds are chirp-“Joel covers your mouth with one of his hands and yanks you to a tree trunk which sends a shock to your body. While you try to grasp what is the reason behind this, he gestures with his other hand to be quiet. You nod in return and both of you listen carefully. You hear the clickers around. High pitched screams of a bunch of them fill the woods. It’s disturbing. You are grateful for it though, it distracts you from thinking how close your bodies are, how one of his hands is on your mouth. After he gives you the que you wait in silence, you kill them one by one. “Morning exercise I guess.” You say. “Yeah, right.” He replies grumpily and rolls his eyes. Here he is again, the Joel you are familiar with. It is saddening honestly. Witnessing a side of him which he only shows people whom he really cares and trusts, which you crave to be one.

You look at your pocket watch it reads 8.45. Morning sun shines through the sky, it is warmer than a couple of hours earlier. You still have more than three hours and frankly, after your last unsuccessful attempt to make him talk, you give up. Morning sun hits his face in a way that invigorates his handsome features. You want to reach his face and caress his cheeks, kiss tip of his nose. Of course, you can’t do any of that, how could you? You don’t even know him, he doesn’t even know you. It’s just your hormones talking, you assure yourself. “Cat got your tongue?” he questions your silence. “Huh?” “You seem lost in your thoughts. You were chatty earlier.” “I thought you would be annoyed if I talk too much.” “Yeah, you thought that right.” Well, he is honest at least. You don’t say anything back. He breaks the silence when you find an old shed. “I know this is safe, I’ve been there before you wanna rest a bit? Before heading back to Jackson?” even though staying in a small space with Joel for a couple of hours seems like not a good idea your feet hurt from all that walking and fighting with clickers was draining so you decide it’s for the best “Yeah, sure.” He opens the door and checks out the shed just in case then nudges his head for you to get inside. There is a mirror at the corner. It has cracks here and there and sort of rusty but you can see your reflection.

You sit on a moldy couch, it’s not the best thing to sit but at least better it is than floor. He sits right next to you, you are pretty close to each other. This surprises you but considering it is the only somewhat comfortable thing in this place it should not. The silence is too loud. You want to speak, to say something but you don’t know what to say. It’s as if you forgot how to talk, as if all the words in you have lost their meanings. The hand on your thigh jerks you awake from your thoughts. You look at his hand on your thigh then his eyes. He looks at you as if he is about to devour you. Even if you dreamt about this before, it feels different when he really touches you. You feel shy all of a sudden. “Darlin’ you thought I didn’t realize how you look at me?” his raspy tone sends shivers down on your spine. You want to give in and let him fuck you senseless but a part of you still wants to resist. You clearly have no idea how this thing is going to work or what he really wants. “What? You must be dreaming Joel.” You chuckle nervously. “I most certainly am not.” His hand moves up and up till your crotch but he doesn’t touch there yet. “Tell me darlin’” he leans on your ear, his breath tickles your neck, you’re sitting side by side but you want him on top of you. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop.” “Fine, okay. I want you.” you try not to sound so desperate but the last part of your sentence comes out as whining. “Atta girl, was that so hard?” he murmurs and cups your crotch through your jeans. He doesn’t dip his fingers, not yet. He leaves wet kisses all over your neck. You do something bold and climb on his thigh. His large hands find their places on your waist. You kiss him deeply. Your tongues dance with harmony. You get wetter with each passing second and press yourself on his thigh a little more. He moans into your mouth. “Naughty, naughty” a smirk spreads across his mouth. You grind on his thigh more and more; the tension is unbearable at this point. “Joel, do something!” you burrow your face in the crook of his neck “Do what darlin?” “Fuck me Joel.” Your voice comes muffled. You bite down on his neck. he cradles you and take you in front of the mirror which you saw earlier. You are confused. “What are you doing?” you ask him. “Just want you to see everything.”

You are standing before the mirror; Joel is pressed behind you. His cock is nestled between your ass cheeks. His movements are slow, you still have a couple of hours left and everywhere seemed clear so you can take your time. But you are so restless. He takes off your coat, then your shirt, then your bra. You’re half naked. Your reflection in the mirror startles you. You are as much eager as Joel. He cups your right tit. His calloused fingers brush your hardened nipple while he licks your neck. You gasp with the overwhelming feeling. You’re dripping cunt flutters against nothing. You want him inside. “Joel” you moan. He bites your shoulder in return. You both watch your reflections in the mirror. You take one of his hands that are on your waist and slide it into your panties, he takes the hint, an amused laugh leaves his lips but he does not want to tease you so he starts toying with your clit while leaving wet kisses all over your shoulders and neck. While his thumb circles around your clit and he dips his middle finger to your hole. “Aren’t you a slut, hm? Waiting for me to fuck this hole of yours?” You moan to the vulgarity of his words. He adds a second finger, hitting just the right spots. The overwhelming sensation takes over your whole body, you feel weak in the knees and rest your back against his chest more and more. At this point you look like a body with two heads. You feel your first orgasm is about to hit. “Joel ‘m close, I’m so close.” You coo, “let it go baby girl. You’re such a good girl for me, let it go darlin’” he whispers to your ear. You don’t even hesitate to ruin his fingers with your cum. He takes his fingers off of you and licks them. You see the reflection in the mirror. It feels so unholy. You feel as if a sinner, for letting a man who’s the same age as your father, if he was alive, to finger fuck you. “Now darling, I want more. I want to my cock in that sweet pussy of yours. I want to eat you out.” “Yes Joel, please.” Your voice sounds so needy that you cringe. “I want you to watch baby girl. Every second of it.”

He lays down his coat to the floor and then lays you down on it. Unbuttons your jeans and strips down the rest of your clothes. He starts kissing your neck and makes his way down while leaving kisses on your torso. His tongue finds his way on your clit, it moves with ease. You grip a fist full of his hair and press him against your pussy more. The warmth of his tongue mixed with the warmth of your pussy sends shock waves to your body. He eats you out with such ease and pleasantly. Your moans fill the old shed. Then Joel stops, “time to take my cock darling’” he coos and unbuttons his jeans. Cold air hits your glistening folds, makes you shiver. He takes off his jeans and boxers. His fat cock is up against his belly. Your mouth waters, you want to take it to your mouth. He catches your hungry eyes. “Next time darling’”. His tip shines with pre cum. He is hard as a rock. He checks on the mirror, to see your reflections, you do the same. You can’t name the feels in you at the moment because it feels nice. He leans on your body and aligns his cock with your entrance. “You ready?” you nod eagerly. It has been a while-3 years to be precise- since you last got laid and you don’t have that much experience but you want to hide this fact from Joel. Once he pushes himself inside you, you scream. Then you adjust to his size and he picks up his once slower pace. “So wet and tight for me. So pretty.” He mutters in your ear. “good girl, aren’t you a sweet girl for me, darlin’?” you nod, he grabs you by the throat, “Answer me!” his tone is demanding, his gaze is dark. “Yes, yes Joel” you answer but frankly, you don’t even know what was he saying. Your hips move in sync. He is close “Where do you want me to come, darling?” “Inside” you say. You come together. He fills you up. After you’re both done, he lays on you. You wrap your arms around his torso. It feels so intimate. You have so many questions you want to ask. But you don’t know how he will respond. You clearly have a crush on him but you are not sure if he feels something towards you or if it was just a bodily pleasure. You decide to wait for him to take the first step.

You lay there for almost half an hour. Then he speaks “It’s almost 11 a.m., we better get going.” You can’t tell if he sounds distant or not. He helps you to get up and you wear your clothes and he does the same. You leave the shed and head towards Jackson. He does not talk; you don’t want to talk as well. But you have more than two hours of walking distance so after a while you are so bored of silence and curiosity eats you alive. “what’s gonna happen now?” you ask expecting for him to say something positive. “Nothing.” he almost barks. You are stunned by the tone of his. “Oh?” is all you can say. “Look, it was a mistake, I shouldn’t be so reckless. You forget what happened, I’ll do the same.” It hurts you. He is so blunt and there is no emotion behind his words. You feel so stupid for even thinking this could have led to something. You feel tears sting to your eyes but try to hold them back. You have no intention to feel smaller in front of this monster of a man. You are unsuccessful though. He hears you sniffing, does not look at you. He does not want to feel more guiltier than this. “Now, don’t cry on me.” he wants to sound harsh; he wants you to hate him so that you will never like him. It does not help. He wants you to be safe and being closer to him is not the safest option.

You can see Jackson, you’re close. That means you can go to your home and cry for hours. Your sadness leaves its place to anger. “You know, you are a disgusting man. You gave me hope and now you’re leaving me like this.” You know that is not the truth but you want to hurt him. “You are right about that. But I didn’t think you could be this naïve to fall for me.” “You deserve to die alone! If your daughter knew all this, she would’ve hated you.” You can see the burning flame in his eyes. For a second you think he will smack you across your face but he does not instead he grabs your arm tightly. “Just because we fucked does not mean you are something to me. You are clearly desperate for attention. You want someone to love you. But that ain’t me. You’re nobody.” He leaves your arm and walks towards his home. You stand there like a fool you tried to hurt him but he did it. You start to walk as well, Maria approaches you. “So, how was your patrol? You seem pale.” “It was okay, a couple of clickers, nothing unusual.” Your voice cracks, she looks at you worriedly. “please, I don’t want to talk.” You explain and she nods. You open your door and enter your house. The moment the door shut closed you start crying.

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 11 months ago

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Secret softy (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

Based on this request

Sorry this took a while to finish, writers block is a pain. Hopefully this is okay and is kinda what you wanted. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: None I think

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Three months had passed since I last saw Ashley. We had been together officially for almost four years, but we had been mostly long-distance since the start. With us both being professional athletes, her soccer and me hockey, it didn't leave as much time for visits during on season. We would spend off-season with the other when possible, Ashley had been pretty busy lately, unfortunately. It didn't matter now though, my season was officially over which meant more time with her.

I was trying to enjoy time with Ashley, but I was kind of freaking out. I was going to be going to more of Ashley's camps so we could spend more time together. The only problem was her team didn't seem to like me very much. I knew I could be a bit standoffish when I met new people, but I had tried to be more friendly when I met them. I wasn't actually sure if that's why they didn't like me, it was more an assumption based on past experiences. They were her team, some of her closest friends, honestly, I wanted them to like me. Three years had passed since our first meeting and I didn't know how to change it.

Ashley wrapped her arms around my shoulders, snapping me out of my thoughts, "You okay Y/n/n?"

"I'm fine."

"No, we don't do that. You can be stoic, grumpy, tough, or whatever around everyone else, but not me. If you don't want to talk to me about it, tell me, I won't push. Just don't pretend you're fine when I know you're not."

"I'm sorry. Cuddles?"

Ashley lay down on the couch, letting me lie on top of her, head resting against her neck. It was a lot easier to deal with feelings when wrapped up in the comfort she provided. After a few minutes, all my thoughts just tumble out.

Fingers ran through my hair, making me groan. Ashley always knew what I needed, when I needed it. It's one of the reasons I loved her so much. "My love, it's not that they don't like you. I know what you're going to say, but it's true. They just find you a little bit intimidating, they don't know how to act around you, they don't know how to read you."

"You couldn't have mentioned this like 3 years ago?"

"Don't take that tone with me Y/n. I didn't know how they felt until recently when I told them you'd be around more this season. All you have to do is try to be a bit more open, talk to them, interact with them. A smile every now and then wouldn't hurt either. I know it's not easy for you, but even trying will make a difference."

I sighed, nuzzling my face further into her, "I'm sorry Ash. Okay, I can do that. At least I think. I'm sorry for being grumpy with you. Let me cuddle for a minute then I'll make dinner and we can finish packing, maybe a bath?"

She kissed my forehead, fingers running through my hair, "You weren't grumpy at me, you just let the nerves get the better of you. Don't make a habit of it though. A bath sounds fantastic. I love you grumpy."

I peppered her face with kisses before dragging myself up, "I love you."

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A smile instantly appeared as arms wrapped around my waist, accompanied by the familiar voice of my girlfriend. "Hi baby."

I turned around, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her up, her legs wrapping around me. My head rest against her chest, enjoying the feeling of her again. Honestly, it hadn't even been that long apart, I had to spend a few weeks at home before joining her. Ashley was my place, my home, my comfort. Anytime we were apart, even for a few days, felt like forever. "I missed you."

Some of Ashley's team were in the lobby hanging back waiting for her. I sent them a quick smile and wave before turning my attention back to Ashley. She pecked my lips, arm wrapping around my shoulder, letting me cuddle against her. Despite what most would think, 90% of the time I was the little spoon and I loved it. "I missed you too. Dinner tonight? We have training this afternoon so maybe 7?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, I'll find somewhere and sort it."

"Thank you. Also, team bonding tomorrow night if you're up for it. No pressure."

"I'll be there."

All I really wanted to do was spend alone time with Ashley. I decided on a picnic on the beach instead of a restaurant. So while Ashley was at training, I went to the store to pick up some of her favourite snacks, drinks, desserts, and of course flowers. At about 6:30, I ordered Ashley's favourite pizza then headed to the beach to set everything up, then texted her where to meet me. My original plan was to pick her up, but I also wanted everything to be set up before she got there.

Right at 7pm, Ashley came walking along the beach. Dressed in sweats and a hoodie, looking as beautiful as ever. "What's all this?"

"Well, I wanted alone time with you and this is more romantic than a restaurant I think. This is okay right?"

Ashley smiled, lips connecting with mine in a deep kiss, "Y/n/n, anything you do is amazing. I love this and I love you so much. Are those flowers?"

"I love you more. Of course, can't have a romantic dinner without flowers."

After dinner, we ended up lying on the beach watching the stars. Ashley cuddled into my side, leaving light kisses along my neck. "How did I get so lucky with you?"

"I'm the one who got lucky Ash. For some reason, you met my grumpy ass and decided yes that is who I want to be with. You are incredible my love, you fill my life with so much love and happiness. I wouldn't give you up for anything in this world. I love you."

"I love you Y/n/n. I will never get over this side of you. Your grumpy ass is stuck with me for life, just gotta make it official."

I laughed, tapping her nose. It was mostly a joke, Ashley knew that I would propose likely in the next couple of months. I just wanted it to be perfect and not that she knew, but I wanted both her team and her family there. "Soon my love."

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It had been a few weeks since I started coming to camp with Ashley. Since she told me I was kind of intimidating, I was trying to be more friendly. It wasn't the easiest thing, I had always been more withdrawn and perceived as grumpy or tough. I wanted her team to like me so I was trying. They were important to her so I wanted to at least make an effort to get along with them.

Most of them still kept a bit of a distance from me. They were friendly and included me when I was around, but there was still some unsureness on their part. Emily on the other hand seemed to make it her mission to annoy me as much as possible. In a way, it was nice that she didn't seem to mind my so-called grumpiness. It was also incredibly annoying. Despite that, I had a soft spot for her.

Emily ran at me the moment Ashley untangled herself to go get a drink, managing to jump on me before I could stop her, "Emilyyy, get off."

My hair was messed up before Emily dropped back to the ground, tongue sticking out at me.

"Grump."

"Irritating."

"Yeah yeah whatever, you love it. Some of the girls and I are going shopping, you wanna come?"

"That is the last thing I want to do. Shopping is my nightmare and I already do enough of it with Ash." Emily looked slightly disappointed which made me feel guilty. I also realised this could be a good opportunity to develop my relationship with at least some of them. I couldn't bring myself to go shopping so I suggested the next thing I could think of. "I could meet you for lunch or coffee instead if you guys are doing that."

"It's a date. I'll text you when we're heading for lunch."

Ashley popped up next to me, making me jump slightly at her sudden presence, "You going on a date with someone else?"

Emily wrapped her arm around my shoulder which I instantly tried to push off, but she just wrapped it around tighter. I didn't have the energy for a fight so just let it go. "Yup, I'm stealing your girl."

"You and whoever else you're dragging shopping."

Of course, Ashley got excited at the idea of shopping and decided to go along with them. It wasn't a surprise, Ashley loved shopping and it made Emily go away so I was happy. Now I just had to get her to let me stay back. "Finally. Don't even ask, don't pout, it's not going to work. I'm not coming shopping, you have your girls, I'm going to the gym. Go have fun baby, I'll be there for lunch. I love you."

"Fine, I'll carry my own bags. Just this once. I love you and thank you for trying. By the way, I think Em really likes you."

"She alright I guess. Now go."

Throughout lunch, Ashley was on one side of me and Emily was on the other. Which meant Emily annoyed me while Ashley laughed at me. I admit it helped with the nerves, and stopped me from thinking too much about everything. Emily poked my cheek over and over until I slapped her hand away, poking her cheek instead. I unsuccessfully looked at Ashley for help, her being distracted in conversation.

I groaned, leaning back, trying to be as dramatic as possible, "Why are you hellbent on annoying me? You're like the annoying little sister I never wanted."

"Because I can and you're stuck with me as long as you're with Ash."

"Dammit, that means I'm stuck with you for life."

Emily stopped her annoyance, smiling at me instead, "You going to be with our Ashley for the rest of your life?"

"That's the plan."

A hand landed on my shoulder, running down my arm as lips pressed against my cheek, "I like that plan."

My hand ran along her thigh, kissing her cheek, "I do too."

"Alright, before things get even more gross. How did you two meet? I don't think we ever heard that story."

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I crawled up the bed, settling myself on top of Ashley, letting out an appreciative groan as her fingers ran through my hair. This trying to be nicer thing was a lot of work. It had meant being more aware of my actions or how I held myself around them. I had never had to put that much thought into myself before. It was honestly exhausting.

"You know I would give up hockey in a heartbeat for you. I miss you so much."

"I know you would, I would do the same, but we both know we would be miserable not doing what we love. What's wrong? You get like this when somethings wrong."

"Ugh, I know. I'm just looking forward to the day when distance isn't part of our relationship. I'm just tired. Putting effort into being nicer and less intimidating is exhausting."

Ashley peppered my cheek with kisses, ending with a soft peck to my lips, "Well you're doing an amazing job Y/n/n. Half the team loves you already and the rest are on the way. You know I appreciate you right? How much you're trying to get along with them."

"You mean the world to me, Ash. Even if it's exhausting or hard, I would do anything for you. This team means a lot to you so it's important to me to get along with them. I'm just sorry it took longer than it should have."

"I'm just happy all the people I love get along."

We spent a while cuddling and making out. There weren't many words spoken, we were just enjoying time together after a couple of crazy days on her end. In our jobs that was the reality, where we barely saw each other all day, only to fall asleep minutes after getting to bed. It left me missing Ashley even though I spent every night cuddled up with her. I missed the awake cuddles, the soft kisses or not-so-soft kisses, the light touches, the comfortable silence, and the random conversations. I could have stayed there all night, but there was team bonding tonight so we had to drag ourselves down to Alyssa and Alex's room.

Everyone was waiting already, fighting over what team bonding was going to be. I made myself comfortable on the floor, leaning back against the wall while Ashley went to join in on the fight. I must have zoned out watching her because I didn't notice Kristie sitting next to me until a hand waved in front of my face.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I get like that with Sam all the time. You make her incredibly happy, you know that right?"

"All I want is for her to be happy so I will do everything in my power to make sure she is. Seeing Ashley happy, makes me happy."

Kristie pat my shoulder, "That's what I like to hear. Keep her that way."

"Yes ma'am."

Ashley had run back to our room for a deck of cards so I was left alone with her team. Since lunch the other day, I had gotten closer to some of the younger girls, but the veteran players were still a work in progress. I hadn't actually been alone with them pretty much ever. Honestly, I felt kind of awkward, like I needed to clarify that I didn't hate them or apologise for being so standoffish, "Look um I know we got off on the wrong foot-"

Alex interrupted me pretty much instantly, "Hey don't worry about it, we've seen how you are with Ash. You may seem grumpy and mean, but really you're a big softy. You treat Ashley like royalty so we like you. You also put up with Emily so you can't be that bad."

"Yeah well, she does that to me. Look I may seem grumpy or uninterested, but I don't mean to. I really like you guys. Even Emily."

"Hey!"

"Also, before you even give me any sort of talk. Ash is my forever, I plan to marry her one day soon, to spend the rest of my life with her. I would never do anything to jeopardize that. I would hurt myself before I ever dreamt of hurting her."

"Good. Welcome to the family Y/n."

Ashley came back soon after the conversation had ended, settling herself in my lap to whisper in my ear, "You okay?"

"I'm more than good my love."

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malues · 4 months ago

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HAIII!! I was super fixated on LOTS during my exams and it almost cost me. But it helped relieve stress at least :D ANYWAY. I got stuff I wanna say, and it’s nice to have a main creator’s opinion. But pls correct or change my headcannons or anything, I do like accuracy. :p Apologies if this is long (I literally hv no other ppl to talk ab LOTS stuff like this with)

I see Michael and CB always hv sharp teeth when rlly upset, and I interpret CB’s lil bump in his teeth as a fang. Is that a good interpretation to have? I like the idea of those two being an intimidating sharp teeth duo

Semi-related to above, I like to think operators and their patients are very super similar. Like they’re sort of fated to be that patients operator for a reason yk? Like Michael and CB mirror each other a lot in their own way, yet are so opposite. And it seemed that PB was clean and stuff, but his operator wasn’t (rlly cool mirroring). Crown and Sean just compliment each other and get along great. I’m also mostly fixated on Michael’s and CB’s dynamic, Michael and CB being a complete mental mess in their own rights, and little things like Michael likes rabbits and CB bunny ears jokes :> I also like the idea CB holds a form of resentment cuz his friends get chiller operators and he was instead locked up for months.

Also Michael seems like the type to get over-stimulated and lash out, or collapse onto herself. Would she pace around? (If so, I like to think she holds her pinwheel top still cuz it’ll spin from the air yk and it would be more over-stimulating) Does she pen click when frustrated? Does she chew? Or does she mess with her pinwheel pieces>

I also like the idea that CB throws tantrums and is prone to unintentionally lashing out, he’s over-energetic and he can’t help it. Like he lashes out at crown and his operator. Would his lashing out come from stress, fear or anxiety?

I think that’s mostly it. Uhhhh my only complaint is you should’ve made PB cry in episode 1c, I wanna see TEARS lol

Ok thank u! I’m excited for more episodes, livestreams, videos and whatever else u hv planned ^.^

I LOVE ALL UR THOUGHTS!!! ill try to answer these without giving too much away

the fangs/bumps in a characters teeth is less of an actual trait and more of a little thing i draw whenever i feel like itd be funny to show on screen, but more detailed interpretations of that are fine by me!

the relationship between operator and patient is really hard to explain, especially in a general sense. i wouldnt call it fate COMPLETELY but the patient that an operator is assigned isnt COMPLETELY random either if that makes any sense. im happy u noticed the similarities between cb and michael, and we'll get to see a lot more of their relationship as the episodes go on. both of them are very prone to lashing out if in the right context but for their own reasons. the lashouts originate from a lot of mixed emotions, but i think part of it comes from both of them thinking "Why am i stuck with this asshole?"

also i agree that i shouldve made pb cry in 1c. when faeb did those lines i was taken aback cause i didnt expect him to sound like hes on the verge of tears!!!! but i guess it makes sense

thank you for your kind words!! im excited for everyone to see whats next for the show

#love of the s*n #malueslots

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erm... Leon Kennedy because... Yes.

reader's dialogues are not prioritized in this. more Leon actually. can you tell I like Leon? this takes place in re4 and finishes in infinite darkness.

"oh, yes. oh, yes. They both reached for the gun, the gun..."

September 30th, 1998. It's a day Leon would never forget. the day his whole life collapsed, the hope of becoming a police officer. Shattered even before fulfilling it.

That day, the cop inside him had died, giving birth to a new him. No longer a police officer—an agent. Picked by the President to join an elite organization. They called it 'Division of Security Operations.' DSO for short.

Not that he had a choice in the matter, after all, it was his safety and Sherry Birkin's. He traded both of them for another life that would have him into death and battle.

After that, he was sent to be trained, to become a great agent. Suitable to become one of the President's shields against bioterrorism and whatnot.

The training, it was misery. Suffering, he felt it all. But at least in the meantime, it kept his mind off the tragedies that he witnessed in raccoon city.

Lucky—he considered himself. If it wasn't for the hangover, he would have been as good as dead as the zombies in raccoon city that night.

He endured six years, training to become a soldier. During those six years, he met another trainee for the DSO. [F. Name] [L. Name] she called herself.

From the times they've had the chance to encounter each other, Leon gathered three things about her. One, she's a lone wolf. Her presence during team activities is seldom, and she seems to dislike having to team up. She mostly works rogue. Two, she has a strict mental schedule she seems to follow. Three, she has an intimidating aura to her that makes it hard for others to approach her. However, her true strength lies in her nature.

Leon always finds himself studying her sometimes.

But, there are times where they get along well. Either way, they both had a silent friendship.

After six years of training under Major Jack Krauser, both passed all the training and were able to fulfill their duties before finally becoming full-fledged DSO agents.

Being a DSO agent comes with the responsibility of carrying out top-secret and important missions, and as of the moment, he and her are in the motion of carrying one out.

Moreso, more important than any other mission. Save the President's daughter, so were the orders. No space for any objections.

Now sitting behind on a cop car in Spain, Leon reminisces his memories of Raccoon City, the pain, the traumatic event. Nightmares that plagued him at night.

"So, tell me Yanqui, what brings you here to this horrible place? As close to nowhere." The local cop inquires, looking back at both of them in the backseat.

[F. Name] stays quiet, looking out of the window and to their surroundings. Woods, she notes. Leon rests his chin on his hand, "Let's say—looking for someone."

The man chuckles, "Must be very important—" he leans back in his seat, "—Chief gave the orders himself, help them he said."

Leon looked at him, "Well, I'm sure you boys didn't come out here to roast marshmallows..." The cops spare a laugh, and Leon shrugs. "... Or maybe you did."

The cop chuckles, throaty, "I'm gonna let you in on a little... Secret. People have gone missing here. Maybe it's been that way for a while now."

Leon's interest is piqued and so is his partner's. [F. Name] raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

Leon looks at [F. Name] from the corner of his eye, "Well, should just be another day at the office, right?"

The drive proceeds a bit longer before the car stops just at the entrance to the village. The older cop looks back at both of them, announcing his issue. "Nature calls, eh? Be right back."

The older one leaves the car and off to his destination. The other one laughs as they exchange words, taking out a pack of cigarettes, and offering it to the Agents.

He looks back to Leon, offering one. "You smoke?" Leon waves a hand in rejection, he moves his attention to the silent Agent. "You?"

[F. Name] looks back at him, eyeing the cigarette. "No thanks."

The cop tucks the pack back, lighting the cigarette between his lips. Leon turns his attention back to the surroundings.

It's been minutes, and yet... The cop hasn't returned yet from his nature break. The younger cop hums, "He sure is taking his time? Did he fall in?"

The cop looks back at the pair, "Maybe you both should go look for him?"

[F. Name] looks at Leon, who looks back at her. They both get out of the car, and into the cold winds of the night.

The cop leans back in his seat, "I'll watch the car. Wouldn't want to get a parking ticket, hm?"

[F. Name] grieves a sigh, Leon murmurs. "So much for the help."

Together, they both navigate the dark. Searching for the officer, they come across a house. They both enter and are met with a man. They trail behind him, Leon speaks up. Asking the man a question in Spanish. But the man keeps whispering in his tongue, ignoring his question and sitting by the fire.

[F. Name] looks around the house, and Leon spots an object on the floor, picking it up, he notices it as the ID of the cop. Bloodied.

Suddenly, [F. Name] yells out. "Behind you!"

Thanks to his reflexes, Leon was able to stop the axe in the man's hand from impaling his skull with his knife. He pushes him back, kicking him to the wall. Breaking his neck in the process and rendering him dead for good.

[F. Name] whispers out next to him, "Shit... What the hell?"

Leon looks back at her, but before he can even say a word, a scream tore through the air.

The Agents lock eyes, before nodding and walking to the basement. The pair investigate the room, finding nothing.

But, the creaking of wood beneath feet resounds, and their guns are immediately taken out. From the staircase, pops out the man whose neck was broken by Leon—wasn't he dead?

In a heartbeat, they release bullets to the slowly advancing man. They shoot him, once, twice, and more. Finally, after the nth bullet, he relents and falls to the ground.

"What the fuck...?" Says Leon, as he looks at the now corpse.

[F. Name] stays behind him, eyeing the corpse with intrigue and a hint of distaste.

Six years. Enduring six long years just for the sake of a mission, pretending to be a soldier. Guising herself into making others believe that the reason she became what she is right now is to avenge the death of those who perished in the Penamstan Civil War.

What bullshit. [F. Name] never cared about those things. The Organization, those shits never gave a damn. Prideful bastards who like to play God to feel superior.

It's become way too tiring to her, playing a good soldier just to obtain something that would destroy the world. Pretending to be a saint. Who gives a damn? Everyone in this world was stuck in hell either way.

That's why, [F. Name] deludes herself... That one day, she can just escape the mercenary life and live as a nobody.

Maybe she can die in the job too. At this point, Death is the only way to freedom from her views.

And that's also why, when she catches sight of a man dressed in a military get-up she clicks her tongue and shakes her head in disappointment. And that's also why before this mission comes to an end, she'll kill the rookie who escaped raccoon city and fake her death. Make it seem like both of them failed the mission.

That way, she can finally return and stop this false act of hers.

Leon scours the room, finding a window open. Intrigued and a bit suspicious, he walks up to it, gun poised in his hand.

However, before he could fully come up to it, a gun cocks behind him and the sound of heels hitting oak tore throughout.

"You can stop right there, Leon." Leon can almost feel his breath hitch at that voice. How?

"Wouldn't want me to use this, now." The voice adds, and Leon drops the gun in his hand, the firearm clattering to the ground.

Leon raises his hands up, "Well after six years, that is one hell of a greeting—Ada."

The woman clad in red, Ada, hums in amusement. "You don't seem surprised. Interesting..."

Leon plants his left foot one step, before he winds around and takes the gun away from the mercenary but she puts up quite a fight and it ends up with Leon pressing his knife against her throat.

"Try using knives next time," He breathes out, looking into her eyes. "Works better for close encounters." A little something he learned from Krauser.

"Impressive." Ada comments, a smile curling on her lips. Leon steels his look, "Who are you working for this time, Ada?"

Ada separates herself away from him. "Oh Leon," she starts. "You know I don't work and tell."

Leon scoffs, putting the knife back to its holster. Ada looks at him, before she speaks again. "Leave them. That girl's lost no matter what."

Ada adds one more thing that has Leon pausing in his footsteps. And his heart pumping. "Especially that woman. She's your partner? Leave her—she'll bring you down."

Ada walks to the window, "And maybe, I'll give you that greeting you want."

Leon ignores the last part, burying it into his mind. Ada leaves again, and he's left to his thoughts.

Where's [F. name]?

After all that training, Leon never imagined he would come across Krauser. Even more so here in Spain, he never imagined that Krauser would also throw away his humanity just like that.

"You know, you were always an asshole." Leon remarks, looking up at the Former Major who was perched up on high ground. "But at least you had some kind of code—some honour!"

Krauser looks at him, "Enough reminiscing." He jumps to a lower ground. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!" Was the only warning Leon got, before Krauser rained fire on him.

Not long after that, Leon and the man engaged in battle. Raining fire, blades clashing. It all ended in one way, Leon piercing the man's heart with a knife.

Krauser rasped out, "I trained you well... Leon."

Leon stood up, looking at the blade's shine, seeing his own reflection as he watched the blood drip down. "That you did, Major. That you did."

"Indeed." [F. Name] remarked, coming up from a corner. "Let's go. No use grieving a traitor."

Leon looks up at her as she walks away, looking back at Krauser's body he follows right behind her.

"Where did you go?" He asks, now walking beside her, matching her foot pace. She hums, "Took care of something."

Leon stays silent after that, thoughts pondering. About what Ada said... Why? What was the reason?

Leon shakes his head, dismissing unpleasant thoughts about his partner. I'm sure it was just nothing.

Really?

Leon finds out that Ada was right. When he encounters Saddler, he finds his partner with him. By his side.

"[F. Name]! What are you..." Saddler chuckles, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder. The Agent—was she really?

"You see, this Lamb had become one of my hands. In the meantime that you ran around, she made deals with me." Leon's eyes dart from Saddler to his supposed partner. [F. Name]... For what? But, why?

"Just give me what needs to be given to me, Saddler. I owed my part, you should owe yours." Saddler chuckles, before giving her a container. A sample of the Plaga.

Leon shouts out at her, "[F. Name]! What are you doing?!"

[F. Name] regards him with a look, a look of dismissal. "What I've been ordered to from the start," she smiles, though it lacks mirth and more venom. "Thanks for the hand. I'll make sure to write your obituary."

[F. Name] taps the container, walking by Saddler and shooting the grappling gun to higher ground and boarding a helicopter before leaving the island, leaving Leon and Ashley to fend for themselves. Say Hello to Krauser for me in the afterlife, Leon.

Leon looks at the vehicle she left in, her betrayal sinking its fangs deep into him. Releasing the venom that she had struck him with.

That's... That's just not right, [F. Name]

After that stressful mission, Leon comes back to the USA with the baggage of betrayal left by his former partner—and also a former friend.

He reports back to the DSO, telling them the details of what happened. As well as the betrayal of one of their own.

"Agent [F. Name] has betrayed the DSO. This proves after she had aided the Cult Leader Osmund Saddler and took a sample of the Las Plagas with her." He reported, still feeling the bitter sting of betrayal. The feeling as raw as a wound.

But, life still moves and rotates just as the way the world turns to give birth to day and night.

As the years pass, Leon is marked by life. Pain and grief making marks on him.

—2006, a hacking incident is reported in the White House. And Leon is called to investigate it, however, sudden issues arise and instead of the President greeting him, zombies are doing it instead.

He encounters another Agent, Patrick, was his name. There were two more Agents, Jason and Shen May.

They were called particularly to investigate, four of them, selected and trusted.

As they progressed, Leon learned that two of the agents—Jason and Shen May, were conspiring against Defense Secretary Wilson.

Jason had explained the situation to Leon after they escaped from the submarine. But, Leon had none of it and refused to help.

Which lead to now, Leon and Shen May came face to face with a mutated Jason confronting Wilson who sat on the metal floor holding his bleeding neck.

Claire Redfield was there too, bound by ropes on a chair. Thankfully, she was set free before the acid could even touch her.

On the floor, Wilson cried out, "Ah! [F. Name], help me! Get rid of this barbarian!"

Leon's Heartbeat quickened at that mention, before spotting a silhouette high up, a weapon in hand. Could that be... [F. Name]? Was she working with Wilson?

Before he could even process it, she had shot the mutated Jason, inflicting enough damage to allow Wilson to crawl away.

Leon was tempted to go after her, finally get the answer he's been depraved of. Especially when she locked eyes with him for a second before she turned away and disappeared.

But, there were more pressing matters at hand right now. They had to get out of here, and quickly before they too, get vaporized by the acid.

After all was done and dealt with, Leon meets with Claire again. She's wearing a cast, no doubt from the fall she took when they were escaping.

"About the chip..." Claire starts, looking at the Agent. "Do you have it?"

Leon sighs, "I thought you called 'cause you wanted to grab dinner."

Leon looks down for a moment, "I can't."

Claire retorts, "What?" Her brows furrow and she lets out an angry sigh, "So that's how it's gonna be? You do things your way and I do things mine?" She shakes her head, "... Fine."

She huffs, before turning away and leaving. Leon stares at her back for a few seconds before he turns away, one thought coming back to his mind.

Why is [F. Name] here? And why did she get involved with Wilson in the first place?

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader

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