#that needs to be allowed to go off but a woman that simply wants right to be done by her and no more harm like she doesn't want to be aroun

[dykedvonte]

I think depictions of Anya being cruel to Curly or drawing out his suffering are artful and chilling but completely miss the point of the story and her character.

I'm not saying she doesn't deserve to have that "I told you so" moment with him but not in something callous or cold. Even if that is how it happened, she'd immediately feel guilty cause at that point she's not tormenting her tormenter or even the person truly at fault. She's doing something cathartic, similar to how Jimmy likely hits Curly to release rage he can't against the rest of the crew. She'd see herself as no different when she'd come back from the moment and see Curly cowering at her. She wants someone to take responsibility but how does being cruel to the defenseless help? Why would she want the power Jimmy has over her over Curly?

The idea of her extending someone else's pain is just so against the struggles she already faces and how she can't even bring herself to cause someone pain even to help them. Her very desire is to release herself from her own suffering and I doubt she'd even fine some sort of guilty release in being cruel to another.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The Reader gets jealous/upset because Sukuna gets Concubines, with a happy ending though. pleaseeeee

Wish I didn’t care

Tags: true form!Sukuna x fem!Reader, king!Sukuna, royal au (?), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending i promise

An: Ooo, this was such a good idea. Thank you for requesting it from me!! I hope it’s everything you wanted!!

Sukuna never felt the need to give you a title for being in his life. To him, titles were superficial… There wasn’t a title in the world that could explain or encompass the complexities of his relationship with you.

However, you, coming from the mortal realm, wanted a title. It’s not that you wanted the power that was associated with being the betrothed of the King of Curses. You just wanted to feel.. irreplaceable to him.

So, to make you happy, you were his wife.

Kings rarely ever are allowed the luxury of marrying for love. Most kings marry daughters of other powerful kings to create allies between nations. However, Sukuna didn’t need allies. He didn’t need to marry for power when he had more power than he knew what to even do with.

Everything was simply child’s play for him. He even stopped trying to conquer the mortal realm because it was just too damn easy for him. The “sorcerers” could barely even put up a fight. It was embarrassing.

Life was truly becoming boring for him.

That was, until a female curse was delivered straight to his chamber. He was confused and honestly pissed that Uraume would simply guide this harlot into his chambers without his permission. Only you were granted such luxuries.

He was leisurely splayed in his bed with no cloth to cover himself. He truly appreciated the concept of being completely in his own skin at all times, and he often encouraged you to do the same. Though, he also learned to appreciate your more modest approach. You didn’t have to show any skin to get Sukuna riled up.

“State your purpose.” His voice was low and menacing as he spoke to the woman. He slipped his robes on over his shoulders, tying it in the front so he was no longer exposing himself.

“My father sends his regards. Says that a newly wedded king deserves a ‘fresh’ concubine.” The girl spoke with no humility towards him.

Sukuna’s face twisted in disgust that her dad would even suggest such a thing. He was even more put off that she described herself as ‘fresh’ as if she were a type of vegetable in the garden.

“Your father can kindly go fuck himself. I’m not interested.” He responds coldly, and his large palm grabs onto her shoulder with the intention of throwing her out of his chambers. He knew that if you saw her here, you’d probably be devastated.

“My lord-“

“I am not your anything. You address me as Lord or King, but make no mistake. I am not your lord.” He rudely cuts her off, not letting her think she has any sort of claim to him.

“Okay, Lord Sukuna, when’s the last time she’s fulfilled her wifely duties? I can see she’s not in here tending to you now, right? She’d probably feel grateful that you’re being satisfied around the clock.” The concubine’s voice was like a purr, and she looked up at him with eyes that’d rival a siren’s.

And for a split second, Sukuna almost considers her offer.

“You’ll never believe it, Kuna!” Your happy voice fills the air, and the door swings open to reveal you holding a small flower in your hand. “I got a jasmine to bl-“ Your eyes fall upon to scene in front of you.

Sukuna’s towering over an unfamiliar woman. His hand is touching her neck and shoulder area, while she has her hand leisurely pressed against his bicep.

“Who’s.. this?” You quietly ask, and immediately, Sukuna can feel a strange feeling pour into him. It feels like… guilt? He regrets even momentarily entertaining the idea about this harlot occupying his bed.

“Nobody-“

“Oh my lady, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize. Lord Sukuna and I were just getting aquatinted with each other since we’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on.” The serpent of a female cuts him off, and he immediately realizes just what this is. Whichever king decided to send her is hoping to ruin his marriage. She’s quite literally a snake in his garden, trying to ward his wife away from him.

“I don’t… understand.” The way your voice sounds so small. The small pout upon your lips. The way the flower you were once carrying with such confidence is now sagging in your hand. Fuck. Sukuna felt like a complete imbecile.

“Oh, come on now. You know he has needs that are beyond your abilities. I’ll lay with him when you’re too-“

“Enough.” Sukuna’s voice snaps. His teeth grit together as he practically drags the woman out of his chambers. “Go fuck off for a while. I’ll deal with you later.” The door immediately slams in her face.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what just happened and how it all happened so quickly, Sukuna slowly turns to you. It feels like a gut punch once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.

“That wasn’t…”

“You took up a concubine?” You ask in a sniffle. Your hands are barely even holding the jasmine that’s you were once so excited to show him. Flowers rarely ever bloom in Sukuna’s desolate kingdom, but with hard work and determination, you had gotten a jasmine to bloom in his kingdom.

“No, she was sent to me. I didn’t seek her out.” He tries to dispel the claims while he slowly approaches you. His chest aches as he watches you take a step back away from him. “Do not cower from me, woman.”

“Was I not good enough? Was I not doing enough for you..? I thought… I thought it was good, b-but I can try harder.” Your voice is so shaky, and you won’t even look him in the eye. What has he done?

“Silence. You will not speak of yourself like that to me.” Sukuna orders, and he takes another step forward. You take another step back with another sniffle. Your tears are streaming down your cheeks.

“Please…” The word sounds foreign on his tongue. He’s never ever pleaded for anything in his life. He could simply take what he wants, but he doesn’t want to hurt his delicate flower. He wants her to seek out comfort in him. “Please don’t cower. It was not like that. She showed up at my door, spoke of lies and filth, and I was trying to throw her out when you walked in.”

“So you didn’t even con..consider taking her on as a concubine?” You ask while you rub the tears away with the back of your hands. Hopefully, this was all just a poorly timed miscommunication.

Sukuna takes a moment before responding. He has two options. He could tell you a white lie that would instantly comfort you, but it would be a lie. Or he could tell you the truth and face the consequences of his actions.

“It was one moment of weakness.” He replies carefully.

He instantly wishes he just lied from the way your face immediately twisted in disappointment and pure hurt. The jasmine falls from your hands, and your footsteps trail away from his chambers, leaving him dumbfounded.

Sukuna is immediately on your trail, unable to let you be. He needs to fix this. His dear wife is upset, and it’s all his fault.

A pair of hands slither up his arm as he walks. He already knows who’s touching him based off the nasty feeling from their contact. “My lord, let her be. She needs to-“

“Dismantle.” The concubine’s body drops to the floor in two, split directly at her waist. He had warned her already about referring to him as her lord. She didn’t deserve to speak of you so carelessly, and she didn’t deserve to live after causing this rift in his marriage.

Sukuna continues on his hunt for you without another hitch, leaving the harlot’s body right where she once stood for one of the servants to clean up.

He searches for you in all your usual spots: the gardens, the kitchen, the library, the rooftop. You’re no where to be found. You don’t want to be found. He starts to wonder around his perimeter. The longer he goes without finding you; the more his heart starts to race.

Did you leave him? Did he lose you for good?

The thought of not having his delicate flower by his side makes his body feel ill. You must’ve placed some sort of binding curse on him, but he didn’t necessarily mind.

He’s close to waging war when he finally sees your small human body tucked underneath a weeping willow on a bed of grass. His body moves on it’s own: running to you. When’s the last time he’s ran like this?

Crouching over you, he can see no visible injuries on your body, but he knows he’s wounded your heart with his foolish actions. How could he ever have a wandering eye when you were the real prize?

His four arms carefully scoop you up and cradle your body as he takes a seat underneath the willow. Your poor cheeks are flushed and tear stained. Your eyes and lips are so puffy. You must’ve tired yourself out from crying.

“I’m sorry, flower.” He whispers softly, even if your eyes are still resting. He pulls your body closer to his chest, and he contemplates when he started becoming so soft for you.

A part of him hates it. That small unconscious voice of his telling him that he shouldn’t concern himself with the feelings of a mere mortal, but the bigger part of him knows that he can’t just ignore you. He cares far too much for you.

“Kuna..?” You murmur as your hands rub your eyes. You’re immediately met with remembering just why you had fallen asleep. “I do not wish to see you right now.”

Sukuna chuckles quietly from your defiant little comment. It reminds him of when you first arrived to his estate. “Then close your eyes.” He simply states as one of his hands start to comb through your hair. “Woman, tell me what to do to fix this.”

You shift your gaze away from him with a small huff. If he wasn’t so much bigger than you, you’d try to wiggle away from him. However, you know it is of no use. “I don’t know, Kuna.” Your words are sharp and still so full of emotion. “Imagine how you’d feel if I told you I contemplated sleeping with someone else… in a moment of weakness.”

The sheer thought of it has Sukuna’s anger burning up like an inferno. You’re his delicate flower. No one would even know how to take care of you like he can. His arms subtly tighten around your frame. “I’d kill every man you gaze at.”

“Well, men can rest easy because I only have eyes for you.” You mutter while rolling your eyes. “I love you so much that the thought of being with someone else repulses me, and it… just really hurts that you don’t feel the same.”

“Flower, I took you for granted. It was a brief moment of contemplation, but I instantly decided against it. I did not desire her in the slightest.” Sukuna tries to explain, and his hand gently brushes against your soft cheek.

“You still don’t deny that you don’t feel the same for me.” You respond quietly, still not giving him the satisfaction of you looking at him.

“You are everything to me. I will not lose sight of what’s important again.”

“Kuna.” You finally look up at him, and you frown slightly. Sukuna secretly adores the little nicknames you have adorned him with, but he’d never admit it.

“What is it, woman?” He asks, titling his head to the side a bit to get a better look at your face. You’re so pretty in his lap like this.

“Do you love me?” You quietly ask, even if you can already hear his voice telling you ‘do not ask questions you don’t want answers to’… because even if he’s the incarnate of evil, Sukuna will not lie. Liars are weak cowards who can’t get jobs done by being upfront. Sukuna isn’t afraid of what the truth is.

Your husband contemplates your question for a moment. He thinks about how disgusting that wannabe concubine was. He thinks about how you preoccupy his mind majority of the time. He thinks about the weird mix of feelings he has felt today in your absence.

“What I feel for you… is probably the closest to love that I’ll ever get.” Sukuna responds, carefully choosing his words. “You, my flower, are the only thing that keeps me grounded to the mortal plains.”

You give him the best smile you can muster despite the disappointment that you feel since he won’t tell you that he loves you. You suppose you have no one to blame other than yourself. Sukuna told you when he married you not to get your hopes up for love, but you still can’t help but crave that sort of affection from him.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, flower.” He speaks tenderly as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. “If I could, I’d snap my fingers and assure you that I love you whole heartedly. It just not in my genetic code.”

“I know… I’m grateful for your effort at least.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His arms wrap around you, cradling you to his chest. He inhales deeply, savoring your sweet scent that he enjoys so much. “Am I forgiven, woman?”

“Mmm, no.” You smile cheekily in his embrace, and Sukuna chuckles heartily.

“Oh? Is someone going to use this blunder to her advantage?” When you nod in his shoulder, Sukuna lays back against the soft pillowy grass. “That’s my girl. Go on. Make me work for your forgiveness.”

On a completely unrelated note, Sukuna had that harlot’s body mailed back to her father as a ‘thank you’ for sending a whore to his kingdom.

[xazse]

hiii pookie I LOVED your hybrid post like it got me foaming from the mouth ngl 🫶 you're so talented!!

If you're into it, can we get cowhybrid! reader and Farmer!Gojo specifically please and thank you? I need to see the reader all needy and desperate and Gojo being the only one who can truly give her release and and what she truly needs (feel free to remix or add anyone/anything that you please)

If you're not into it, please ignore this ask instead of refusing because I get embarrassed hihi🎀🫶 anyways mwah mwah love u take care pookie

ANOTHER TRY?

Notes: THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY WORK!!! and to the second ask I’m very happy you requested that bull!hybrid work lLOVEDDD WORKING ON IT!! You guys are so creative I need to eat ur brain!!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR A PT2 I SEE YOU GUYS!!! (IF UR READING THIS TO MY OTHER INBOX OFC YOU CAN BE 🪬 ANON!!)

Pairings: CowHybrid!Reader x Farmer!Gojo

Warnings: Lactation + big!boobedReader + implied chubby!reader + nipplesucking + grinding + mean!Satoru + pussy!slapping + teasing.

Gojo has spoiled you for far too long it makes his blood boil and temples wrinkle when you continue to go see Toji and Suguru, it becomes a habit for you to come back in the early mornings after having a night of “fun.”

Confronting said men proved to be so fucking useless, they just laughed in his face when he said he’d kick both of them to the curb should they continue to corrupt you.

“You need us Satoru, why are you allowed to have your nightly routines but she cant? It was gonna happen eventually.” Tojis face was decorated with a fat sneer, all those times he tried to make sure you stayed as far as possible were all for naught, it’s hilarious seeing him seething behind a cool facade.

“Never knew what Toji seen in the woman but now I completely understand his point.” Suguru yelled from where he was transporting some wood.

Talking to them proved to be useless, as a little payback he made them clean the shed from top to bottom.

Trudging back to the main house in his thick boots Satoru comes to face you relaxing on the couch without a damn care in the world.

Why is he trying to get them to be on his level when he should be punishing you, you’re the one who didn’t listen, you’re the one sneaking out every night. He doesn’t know why he feels this hold on you, you’re such a beautiful girl that he can’t help but keep you in this small bubble.

When your eyes land on him you don’t say any kind of greeting, simply ignoring his presence for the movie on the huge ass tv he bought for you and eating the expensive food he bought for you.

You look extremely good right now, your fat boobs not swollen, but your pretty lips are. Satoru won’t say it but his pants tighten at the thought of what they do to you.

He needs you right now, he’ll make it up to you as much as he can.

He approaches you calmly and collected, sitting down at the edge of the couch where your legs are propped up, you still don’t acknowledge him. His trained hands start circling on your soft supple skin, you surprisingly don’t push him away. You give Satoru an inch he’ll take a mile.

He starts groping your thighs, the pudgy things hold within the creases of his hand. He pushes your thighs apart and gets a good look at your panties: you always choose to walk around the house like this.

They’re extra tight the way they emphasize your fat pussy, the groan that slips from his lips aren’t-something he tries to hold back, he needs you to know how much he wants you, especially wants you all to himself.

The rise and fall of your chest makes you look so cute, why are you so shy all of a sudden? You’re averting your eyes as well.

Satoru starts teasing your clothed folds, dragging his thick finger up and down, he pushes extra hard on your clit eliciting a small moan from you. He continues this for a little, he needs you wet to take him properly.

He peels off your soddened panties and positions himself above you, finally face to face with you. Your boobs are the first thing he attacks, pulling on your shirt and letting them spill out, the little droplets of milk call to him. He’s grabbing one and putting it into his mouth: he loves your taste so sweet like honey as it cascades down his throat so smoothly.

“Nghm… Toru..” finally you’ve decided to grace him with your sultry voice.

He bites down a little on your nipple making you jump away. He reels you right back in and sucks even harsher, there’s barely any milk left but he’s going to make sure he gets his full.

“Toru.” You call his name so panicked and yet you’re grinding against his fully hard cock. He’s so desperate in the moment that he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock bob free.

His fat tip prods agaisnt your folds, messing with your sticky wetness, he smears it on his tip even grinding down on your clit, but he doesn’t put it in, you don’t deserve that.

He teases you, pretending he’s going to give you what you want just to take it all away.

“Please…” a harsh and loud smack is delivered straight to your clit, you yelp and buckle your legs closed.

“Shirt, take your shirt off.” He commands, of course you’re gonna listen, Satoru has never taken that tone with you.

Your boobs now freely spill for him to gaze at. He spreads your legs back open.

“I’m gonna give you ten slaps, close your legs for even one I’m restarting. Understood?” You nod and your ears move along with it. He likes this look on your face: confusion, arousal and a little bit of fear.

On the first slap you make the mistake of shutting your legs closed: completely an accident but he’s having none of it, he hits your little clit again and again.

“Ahn..” you’re still so fucking wet by the sixth slap, creating a nasty mess that drips to your ass. Gojo’s cock is still throbbing, he jerks himself off, smearing his pre all over.

By the tenth slap you’re gone, completely dazed and only able to whine outloud, he decides that you’ve had enough with the tears that sit on your eye line. He pushes your legs back and lines his weeping tip. The feeling of sliding into your sopping wet cunt is better than any pussy he’s ever had.

His strokes against you are fast even though he should be letting you adjust, the sounds of skin against skin meeting each other is downright lewd.

He tells you to rub your nipples, it adds so much more stimulation that you can’t find it in you to hate it.

His cock drags agaisnt your walls over and over, till you can’t feel anything but the sensitivity of your nipples and the twitching of his fat cock.

He fucks you like that all night, even when you’re meant to meet Toji and Suguru, you can’t stop creaming around farmer Gojos length and nor do you want to.

[darnell-la]

i crave more mob boss!wolverine

𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗗

pairing: possessive mob-boss!logan howlett x stripper!reader

warnings: kidnapping, forced working, strangers to lovers, stripping, spoiling, grinding, breast play, tit sucking, riding, orgasm, possessiveness, rough fucking, claiming, etc.

summary: y/n had no idea who the top boss was and what he wanted from her. She soon found out during an unexpected requested private dance.

note: Logan is a man who’s going to mark his grounds. He’s very territorial. Reading this story will make you understand…

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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Working at a strip club was one thing when y/n first started the job. She was uncomfortable, but the ladies had made her feel welcomed.

Working for a mob boss was another; this time, she had to work whether she was comfortable or not. She tried talking to her boss, but his boss was the one who said she needed to relocate. There was no arguing.

Y/n tried to quit that day and soon found out how dangerous this man was. A few men had broken into her apartment, taking the lady with a fight.

She pled for help, but the people in the apartment knew whose men they were. They quickly went back into their own space and minded their business.

She now lives in a nightclub unwillingly. She wasn’t trusted by the top boss, so he made her stay where she would always be supervised.

This club was different than the last one she had worked at. It was bigger, cleaner, seemed more expensive, and the work she had to do was harder. She had never given private dances, but with her new schedule, she had to.

She’d never met the boss before. She demanded almost every day, but for months, Logan had sat back and ignored her requests.

When she first started at the other club, he hadn’t paid any attention to her because he had other things to worry about, but after he noticed her growth and the business she brought in, he decided to pay attention to her.

That meant he watched her dance, watched her have fun with the other girls, had people surveillance her outside of work, and maybe he’d do it himself if he had time.

The woman grew onto the man, so much, he couldn’t ignore her. He’d think and ask about her every day until too he finally told her boss, the man who worked for him, that she’d be relocating to his top club.

Y/n couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t being treated right occasionally. Her dances cost more, the private dances could pay her old rent, and she would get a daily allowance from the mysterious boss, which was double what she made in a week.

Anytime she thought about running away and making the higher-ups upset, she would sit back and think about her life, and the money.

She had no idea if this man was capable of killing her, and why would she run away from a job that gave her so much money, she could buy literally anything she wanted.

Y/n didn’t know this, but Logan would never harm a soul. Especially her. If she were to run away, he’d simply get her back.

“How long is this dance?” Y/n sighed as she walked in front of one of the VIP doors that was guarded more than usual. Usually, there are only two being on each side of the door, but tonight, the whole hallway was full of security guards.

“As long as he says,” the man replied to her with no facial expression. Y/n rolled her eyes as she opened the door to go in.

Once she got in, she saw a man in a chair, facing the other way. He was smoking a cigar and had a bottle of hard liquor sitting on the coffee table next to him.

Y/n closed the door before dimming the lights. She had no idea who this man was, as always, but she still continued her work.

Y/n pressed a button on the wall which turned on music for her. Her own playlist that she made to make her work against her will.

Logan, the boss would never allow any of his workers to do this, but for y/n, he exuded it. He wanted to make her feel comfortable without giving her up. That is why he gives her an allowance. Steppers don’t get an allowance from the boss.

“How do you want this session to go, baby?” Y/n asked as she came up behind the man, touching his shoulders softly as her lips slightly grazed his ear. The smell of her this close smelled amazing to the man.

“Touchy and slow,” the man said, making the girl walk around him until she was in front of him. “Good choice,” she smirked, knowing those are the best-paying sessions.

Y/n took a few steps away from the man and began stripping, slowly. She had this tight dress on she had never worn before. He picked that out for her.

“Slower,” he demanded in a soft and low voice. Y/n listened, pulling the straps from her shoulder as slowly as she could go with the music she had chosen.

Once y/n got the dress off, she turned around, showing off her body to the man. He had also picked the lingerie. He knew she’d look stunning in it.

“C’mere,” he said as he sat his cigar down and shifted in his chair. Y/n slowly turned around and walked towards the man who patted his lap.

“Sit,” he said, and she did as told, putting her knees on both sides of his outer thighs. “You can touch anywhere that’s not clothed,” y/n said as the man slowly placed his hands on her ass cheeks, gripping the slightly.

“Ain’t that so?” He softly chuckled as she began grinding her hips. “Mhm hm,” she hummed as she placed her hands on the man’s shoulders.

“What if I tell you I’m a special request? — A special guest,” he said, making her lean into his ear. “Then you’ll have to talk to my boss about a price change,” she said, knowing most don’t.

The man laughed as he softly traced his hands u the girl's body until she cupped her cheek, making her look into his eyes.

He was one of the best-looking customers she’s had. Tall, dark, handsome, muscular, actually smelled good, and the way he touched her almost seemed like soft and careful loving touches.

“Maybe I will,” he said, making her heart skip a beat. “I-I don’t know if he’ll allow it though,” y/n tried lying, and he knew that. “And why would that be, Bub?” The man asked as she kept grinding on him with soft but rough touches on his chest and shoulders.

“I don’t know,” she replied, making him chuckle again. “Lemme ask him real quick,” the man said before he closed his eyes shut. Y/n stopped her movement, confused about what he was doing.

She went to speak until his eyes finally opened. “He said, I can,” Logan answered for himself. “I don’t think that's how it works, baby,” y/n giggled, finding the man funny.

“Oh, but I do, Bub,” the man said as his hands slowly traced up her body until his fingers hugged into her bra. “Hey, if you wanna good session, you gotta follow the rules-“ Before she could say anything, the man ripped her bra off, clean.

Y/n let out a short scream as she covered herself up. “That’s it — Get out!” Y/n went to get up, but he gripped her waist tightly, keeping her in place.

“Why is that?” He asked with a smirk, liking how defensive she got. “If you don’t leave, I’m gonna call the boss,” she said, making him chuckle. She had no clue. She was about to find out.

“Told you, he said it was alright,” Logan said, making the girl give him a face of confusion. She was confused and thought to herself until it clicked in her head. He was the boss.

That’s why he had so many guards outside of the VIP room. That’s why she was requested to wear a certain outfit. She was dancing for the boss.

“O-Oh, sorry, I — I didn’t know,” y/n said, still keeping her breast covered, but had lightened up her body, trying to relax more so she wouldn’t lose her job. Yes, she’s thought about escaping, but with the money. I’d he fired her and kicked her out, she wouldn’t get the money.

“All good, darling. Just wanting to surprise my favorite girl,” Logan said, hands softly grabbing her wrist to pull them away from her chest. She fought back for a second, but soon let him do what he wanted.

“Good girl — Too pretty to be coverin’ up in front of me,” he said as both of his hands cupped her chest, massaging them with kindness. He wanted her comfortable before he brought out the man he was.

“I-I know I work for you, b-but I don’t usually do this,” y/n stuttered as the man’s fingers pinched and played with both of her nipples slowly.

“Mhm hm,” he hummed, fixated on making something spark in her, and he soon did. A small moan escaped her mouth after she parted her lips. It was hard to hide how good his touch felt.

“Logan- Mister Howlett,” y/n corrected herself, trying to come out of respect, but it’s not like he’d get rid of her. She could punch him right now, and he’d keep her. He’d shit shows her the consequences of those actions.

“Can call me Logan, Bub,” the man said right before he latched his mouth around one of the girl's nipples. Y/n moaned lightly, hands flying to his hair to tug on, but not away.

“Oh, fuck,” was all she could say as she started on the man again. If this was another man, she would’ve been fought, but with him, she couldn’t bring himself to. He played with her too well.

Logan groaned onto the girl's chest, sensing vibrations through her body as his hands tried to her panties until he ripped them off clean, just like her bra.

“Gonna listen to your boss, baby?” Logan asked in between his sucks. “Y-Yes, sir,” she whined as she leaned her head back. “Good girl,” Logan groaned as he pulled back and shifted under her.

“You’re a tasty little thing, but still a hard ass,“ Logan said, making the girl's heart pump. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise,” y/n felt like she was begging, and she was. Who knew how much she actually needed this job, and how much she needed him.

“Oh, yes, you will, because you got a lot of making up to do for me,” Logan said as he finally got his cock out of his jeans. Y/n’s sucked in a low breath at the size and sight of him.

He was huge. He was hard. He was leaking. He was hurting. He’s needed y/n for a while, and she’s about to find that out. “Ride me, Bub,”

Y/n was hesitant, but managed to lift herself up, allowing Logan to shift his body under her so she was right aligned with him.

“Listen to me, baby, or you’ll regret it,” Logan quickly changed his attitude, which didn’t alarm y/n in a bad way. It was actually making her more wet than she already was.

“Y-Yes, sir,” she stuttered again before he slowly sunk down onto the man. “F-Fuck,” y/n quickly winced at the pain. He stretched her quicker than she’d ever been stretched before.

“That’s it, baby — Get me all in,” Logan placed his hands on her waist to guide her down quicker. Y/n clenched around the man. She even twitched.

“Ah huh,” the man breathed out as she finally got every inch of him inside of her with a slight eye cross. She had felt the knot in her stomach built in an instant.

“Start movin, Bub,” Logan spoke in a warning tone, making sure she knew he didn’t want to take any type of time with this. “I paid for this session,” the man added.

Y/n placed her hands back on the man’s shoulders to help herself before she began bouncing slowly. Cunt gripping his pulsing rock-hard cock as.

“Fuuck,” the man groaned as he threw his head back. “So fucking tight,” the man admitted as she whined. It didn’t take long for her wetness to coat his cock, allowing her to move on him smoother.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Not like I haven’t already,” Logan said as he leaned his head back up, watching y/n crumble on his lap.

“Gonna be my girl, baby? Officially? Some gotta work no more, only for me,” Logan said as a hand softly wrapped around her neck. “Mhm hm,” y/n accepted something she didn’t even think about.

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and stick by my side for the same pay?” He asked. “Yes,” y/n whined, but down, she didn’t care about the pay, and he could see that. He could read right through her.

“Money isn’t the prize for you though, now ain’t it, baby? You just wanna ride my cock until you go dumb,” Logan said, making her nod her head repeatedly.

“Oh, yeah,” the man groaned darkly as he planted his feet and began plunging up into the younger lady, making her take him far more than she could handle.

“Oh, fuck,” y/n cried as the grip on his shoulders tightened. “Good little girl — So damn pretty and obedient. Almost thought you hated me,” the man smirked up at her as she shook.

She did hate the man. That was until she realized how good-looking he was and how damn good his cock felt.

“So drunk on my cock, you’re forgetting I basically took you from your home,” the man fake pouted as he snapped his hips harder, allowing the room to fill with their skin clapping.

“I’m gonna cum, sir,” y/n warned, making him groan at how good she sounded calling him sir. “Good, baby. Cum on my cock. Soak my jeans. Show me who you belong to. Show me who I belong to,” Logan said, feeling his own orgasm near.

“Oh, yes — Yes, yes,” y/n cried out as she shook, letting loose all over the man with a loud moan. “That’s it! Fuckin’ cum on me, y/n. Cum!” The man’s grip on her neck and waist tightened, making y/n feel taken over. That feeling only made her mind foggy.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. You gonna like that? Gonna take it? — Tell me you’re gonna take it, baby,” Logan needed to hear her. “Gonna take it,” y/n could barely get out from how slow her mind was moving her the lack of air getting out of her throat. “Ah huh, ah huh!”

Logan brutally fucked the girl with a loud groan, spilling into her as she shook and went slack. He held her up though, making sure her half-opened eyes looked down at the man who now claimed he’d officially.

“Yes, baby,” the man couldn’t stop rutting into her. The pleasure only grew more as he heard her and his cum mixing together in her cunt. She was full, but he wanted to fill her more.

“Fuck, c’mere,” Logan said as he picked y/n up and threw her over his shoulder. He paid no attention to the state they were in and walked out of the VIP room.

“Cancel all appointments with y/n for tonight and any other night — Buy everything on the list I made all week so she’ll have something good to wake up to,” Logan said as he walked down the hallway and out of the back door that lead to other parts of the club.

Logan carried y/n to his room which was on the last floor of the large building. He knew she had questions to ask the whole way up, but all she could let out were whines.

Her cunt still leaked his cum, occasionally dropping down his arm as he stepped through his building. He fucked her well and planned to put her to sleep.

“Gonna wake up like a princess tomorrow morning, Bub,”

[alfascorpiionux]

Astro notes ~ part 3

Aquarius Sun: can be surprisingly self-sacrificing. They are private people who let only very few select people close. The evolved version of this placement is very sweet if a little clumsy and devoted, sometimes to the wrong people.

Libra Sun: much like Leo Sun, could be quite vain, perhaps not in as pronounced of a manner, but for sure there is a sense of entitlement, at least on the intellectual front. Indecisive in love and probably keep their options open for some time.

Aries Moons: could be quite shy and indecisive. They could be bottling up their emotions and then explode, depending on other placements.

Especially the woman may feel the need to temper her own intensity/reactions if she feels it’s not received well. Or she may simply not have had the chance to openly discuss what she really feels. Either way, the intensity is there and they can’t hide what they feel forever. From what I’ve noticed, these natives definitely have a mind of their own and are quite independent.

Virgo Mercuries: you’re very good at explaining things aren’t you? People may look for you if they need guidance as you are very patient and methodical and definitely like learning things more in depth. You explain things in a manner everybody understands.

However, it may be difficult for you to express what you really feel or you don’t want to seem vulnerable. It’s okay to be less cerebral and precise and let go once in a while. Allow yourself some drama/chaos. Very few things in life are as we’d imagine them. Don’t close yourself off. There might be people wishing to be there for you but you don’t let them.

Pisces Mars: do you realise your laid-back, “always-go-with-the-flow” attitude pisses others off? Many time they might not know where to place you. You might be super hard-working and still people may judge you for seemingly not doing enough. You are creative and spiritual which attracts others but at the same time your passive-aggressiveness, or victim mentality are off-putting. Conflict is necessary at times. It helps us learn from our own mistakes and those of others and facilitates our growth. Don’t avoid it. Also, don’t seek the most roundabout way to get what you want. Sometimes asking for it is enough.

Aquarius Mercury: there is a real possibility of speech difficulties being present. The native has many ideas but finds it difficult to put them into words. There is a “fizzy” quality to the way they speak. They can get super passionate about certain topics and amaze others with the knowledge they accumulate, the theories they develop or conclusions they reach.

Favours facts, reason and logic in their communication over emotional expression. They may be huge nerds, give off mad scientist vibes or be the loners always lost in their thoughts.

Many personal planets in 2nd house: your property is your little baby, yes? With this placement there is a real possibility of falling into greed. You certainly want to make money and have one or multiple nice properties to go home to. A lot more than other people do. You are a hard worker and provider for your family.

Depending on other placements, giving and/or receiving gifts could be your love language. You love having your own money (lots of it!) and spending it to your heart’s content. You could totally be into business and make a successful entrepreneur. Be careful though: never let your goal of making money overshadow everything else in your life. Personal relationships: love, family, friendships are very important. Stop putting them at the very end of your priorities list.

Many personal planets in 10th house (especially Sun, Mercury, Mars): you are the definition of a hard-worker. You love doing things right, if possible excellently. Praise and gratitude in your profesional life please you like few other things can. Sure, you work to get money, but more than anything it’s because you feel it’s your responsibility to handle. Like your job gives special meaning to your life. Makes you different from the rest of the world in a good way.

Work troubles, failures could affect you more than other people, shaking your belief in yourself and your abilities. Same as with 2nd house placements, or maybe even more: take a very good look at your priorities list. Don’t fool yourself into thinking you don’t need relationships. Because you know you don’t really believe it either. Make space for people to enter your life and to get to know you and be with you. Living for your career alone is a lonesome and ultimately unsatisfying path.

Mercury in 3rd house: communication plays an important role in your life, for better or for worse. If you are a good at expressing yourself then it’s a gift and blessing. If not, then it’s a horrid curse. The way you express yourself has a strong impact on those around you. Stop denying the obvious. Being an introvert and a recluse doesn’t excuse tardiness in communication and leaving things up to misinterpretation. It only creates headaches for everybody involved, including yourself!

There is a real potential to become a charismatic, witty, sharp-minded individual with this position as well as a good multitasker. You’re an adaptable and very curious learner who needs mental stimulation. You may find it easier than others to learn new languages.

Lilith in 5th house | Saturn in 1st, 5th, 7th house | Aspects between Saturn an Venus/Mars: you may reject physical affection or feel a diminished need for it. You may also have an unusual relationship to physical touch, needing it in surprising moments, or just in specific ways.

Chiron in 8th house: attracts situations and people that hurt them one way or another. A deeply karmic placement. The wounds are centered around intimacy, trust, shared-resources, loss and transformation. You may find it very hard to trust people and let them close. You fear losing the people close to you. There could be struggles with power and control in your personal relationships. In order to heal, doing shadow work and spiritual practices is a good choice. You could use crystals, music, energy healing or whatever resonates with you the most. Also redefining what intimacy means to you is of special importance.

Lilith in Leo: could attract toxic people in love, individuals who don’t value them for the beautiful souls they actually are. Power struggles are possible.

On the upside, they are very charismatic, individualistic and captivating people with plenty of creativity. There is an authoritative air to the way they carry themselves. They have amazing style and always feel the need to look strong in public. They have a strong ego and are quite stubborn. They love getting plenty of attention, though they might not admit it’s true.

A person with Lilith in Leo probably had one or both parents who very emotionally distant/neglectful and it could indicate having a highly strict, even dictatorial father.

Instead of constantly looking for validation outside, look inside of yourself. You are worthy exactly the way you are, you charming soul. You need not prove a thing to anyone or get anybody’s attention. It’s a foul tarp that’ll make you sink lower the further you try to move. Other people’s opinion of you it’s just an opinion and that’s all. How do you actually see yourself? What is truly of importance in your life? Those are questions you should ask yourself.

1st house Lilith: a conflicting relationship when it comes to body image, self-expression, self-confidence or your sexuality. Since childhood you may have felt rejected by other people and not because you said or did anything upsetting but just by the virtue of being yourself. It’s like they can sense the rebellious, wild energy you embody and feel intimidated by it. You may feel like you don’t really fit in with any group of people. Being shy, insecure and having weak boundaries in childhood could be very likely.

Body-image issues: people might be making many comments about your body or you might feel insecure about the way you like, constantly feeling like you could look better it’s not enough. Generally this placement is said to give a very beautiful and attractive body with darker eyes and hair.

Many people likely feel attracted to you and your presence definitely makes itself known in a room.

Self-expression issues: you may find that people purposefully ignore what you say or are pissed when you open your mouth even to ask a simple question. You may feel very insecure about your voice or the way you express yourself. You may find it very difficult to find people on the same wavelength as you and building authentic and close relationships also might not come easily.

Self-confidence and boundaries: they are usually developed as the native grows in age. In youth these people can be quite shy.

On the upside: you exude uniqueness, wild and raw sexual energy and you definitely have a magnetic presence that draws others in.

The key with this Lilith placement is to accept yourself and stand up for yourself no matter what. Have confidence in your worth as a person and strong boundaries. Never let anybody disrespect you. Not once. It could otherwise become a habit. Many people will like you while others will hate you. It’s just the way it is. Might as well accept that you are different from others, embrace it and make the absolute best out of it.

Thanks for reading!! Hope my observations resonate with you. Would love to chat you guys.😄🩷

[eternlmoonshine]

morning light ☀︎︎ emily prentiss

summary: waking up next to emily is the safest, warmest feeling in the world. in the early morning light, with the world still quiet and slow, you allow yourself to simply exist in the moment, wrapped up in her presence. pairing: emily prentiss x reader warnings: pure teeth rotting fluff wc: 0.9k masterlist.

The world is soft when you wake up.

Not the world outside- not the city beyond Emily’s apartment walls, where car horns will soon blare, where people will rush to get to work, where the sun will rise higher and cast long shadows over everything it touches. That world is always moving, always demanding something. But here, in this room, in this bed, in the quiet cocoon of early morning, the world is soft.

And Emily is the softest thing in it.

Her breath is slow, steady, warming the air between you as she sleeps. Your bodies are tangled together, as they always are when you fall asleep next to her, like even in unconsciousness, neither of you wants to let go. One of her arms is draped over your waist, her fingers curled loosely around the fabric of your shirt. Her other hand is tucked under the pillow where your head rests, and you wonder if she can feel the way your hair brushes against her fingertips.

You don’t move, don’t shift, don’t even breathe too deeply. You don’t want to disturb this moment, don’t want to wake her. You want to stay here, suspended in this perfect stillness, where the warmth of her body keeps you anchored, where her presence is the only thing you need.

The room is dim, the first hints of dawn creeping in through the curtains. The light barely touches her face, just enough for you to see the way her dark lashes rest against her cheeks, the way her lips are slightly parted as she breathes. She looks peaceful like this, younger somehow, like all the burdens she carries have been set aside for the night. You know they’ll return when she wakes up- that the weight of the world will settle back onto her shoulders, that she’ll push herself too hard, that she’ll go out and fight battles no one else is strong enough to fight.

But not yet.

Right now, she’s just Emily. Just the woman you love, sleeping soundly beside you, safe and warm.

You let yourself drink her in. The curve of her jaw, the faint crease between her brows that never quite smooths out, even in sleep. The way her hair spills over the pillow, dark against the pale sheets. You could stay like this forever, just watching her, memorizing every detail.

You let your fingers brush over her arm where it rests against your waist, feather-light, barely a touch at all. Her skin is warm beneath your fingertips, impossibly soft. You trace gentle patterns against her forearm, circles and lines that don’t mean anything but still feel like love.

She stirs slightly, shifting closer, her grip on your shirt tightening for a moment before relaxing again. Her face nuzzles into the pillow, and a quiet sound escapes her lips- something between a sigh and a hum, content and sleepy.

A smile tugs at your lips. She’s always been a light sleeper, always on alert, but when she’s here with you, when she feels safe, she lets herself rest a little deeper.

You press the softest possible kiss to her forehead, barely more than a whisper of touch, just enough to let her know you’re here. She doesn’t wake, but her body responds- her arm tightening slightly around you, her legs shifting so they tangle even more with yours.

You think about all the mornings before this one. The ones where you had to wake up too soon, where alarms dragged you both from sleep and forced you back into the chaos of the world. The ones where Emily had to leave before the sun even rose, where kisses were hurried, where goodbyes were laced with exhaustion.

But not today.

Today, there are no alarms. No cases to rush off to, no flights to catch, no reason to leave this bed until you decide to. Today, you have time.

And you’re going to savor every second of it.

Your fingers move up to her hair, brushing a few strands away from her face. She shifts again, and this time, her eyes flutter open, just barely. They’re hazy with sleep, unfocused, the soft brown of them even warmer in the dim light.

A slow, sleepy smile spreads across her lips.

“Morning,” she murmurs, voice rough with sleep, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“Morning,” you whisper back.

She blinks lazily, like it takes effort to keep her eyes open, but she keeps looking at you, like she doesn’t want to look away. Like maybe she wants to memorize you the way you’ve been memorizing her.

“How long have you been awake?” she asks, her voice still thick with sleep.

You shrug. “Not long.”

She hums, unconvinced. “Liar.”

A quiet laugh escapes you, and Emily smiles like she’s won something. Maybe she has.

She shifts closer- like she wasn’t already pressed against you, like there was any space left to close- and buries her face in the crook of your neck. Her breath is warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Too early,” she mutters, her words muffled against your shoulder.

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around her, pulling her in even closer. “We don’t have to get up yet.”

“Good,” she says, already sinking back into sleep, already trusting you to hold her.

And you do. You hold her like she’s the most precious thing in the world- because she is. You hold her like you’ll never let go.

The world outside will wake up soon. The city will start moving, alarms will go off in other apartments, people will start their day. But for now, here in this quiet, warm space, there is only the steady rhythm of Emily’s breathing, the weight of her body against yours, the slow, steady beat of her heart.

And you don’t need anything else.

[teenidlegirl]

⠀✸⠀⠀𝓑𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝓞𝐅 𝓣𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝓜𝐄𝐒𝐒⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟐⠀﹚⠀ა ︎ ﾞ .

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀military!miguel⠀𝓍⠀fem!neighbor!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀ while miguel is gone, you navigate the final days of your pregnancy alone until you go into labor. luckily, he surprisingly returns in time for welcoming your daughter into the world. you and miguel finally start enjoying life as a family.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀angst, pregnancy, heartbreak, labor, vaginal birth, fluff, domesticity, family dynamics, breastfeeding, timeskip, mild smut (mdni), girldad!miguel, happy ending

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miguel’s departure left an open wound that’s unable to heal. it was so hard… no matter what you do, all you can think is him and constantly worried about him. you need him, you need him here, you need him back. since he’s in special forces, there is no way of contacting him. you didn’t know if he was still alive or… dead. horrible thoughts plague your mind. you want it to stop but you can’t. stress isn’t going for you and the baby, you know that and try your hardest to not overwhelm yourself for the sake of your baby. conchata has reminded you several times to try to not feel stressed out and allow those terrible thoughts to consume you since it’s unhealthy. she has been supportive throughout this whole thing. of course she’s constantly worried about her son, every mother would be and she has been dealing with this for nine years. no matter how many times miguel left, even when they weren’t talking to each other after gabriel’s death, she still worried about him.

since miguel left, you’ve been navigating the last stages of your pregnancy. conchata has not only been supporting you emotionally and mentally but physically and pretty much everything else. just like miguel, the woman didn’t allow you to do much but simply rest. she heavily insisted since you can pop at any moment. a very supportive future mother-in-law, well you already consider her that. to cheer up the both of you, she’d tell your stories when miguel was a little boy. how he used to dress up as spiderman for fun and pretending to be the iconic hero. sometimes gabriel would dress up as the green goblin and they would play together as hero and villain. he and gabriel taking swimming lessons together, pushed his younger brother off the diving board which he got a shit load of trouble for. the one time miguel fell off his bike and busted open his chin after hitting the ground hard, later required stitches. that almost gave conchata a heart attack, she was more traumatized than him. the times when george allowed miguel to ride his bike and do wheelies around the neighborhood, which he got in trouble for. you remember when miguel told you that. all the memories she mentioned did make those anxious thoughts disappear, making smile and laugh instead. but deep down inside, you miss the love of your life.

time has passed and you’re one week away from your due date. damn you feel exhausted from this baby. you look like you’re carrying a planet. well, that’s what happens when your baby daddy is literally 6’9 which is a giant. yeah definitely no more kids after this, not for a long fucking time if you and miguel consider more in the future. right now, you’re focusing on your daughter and anticipate her arrival. you’re excited for two things: your daughter and to finally pop her out. the nursery has been prepared and you can’t wait to see a cute baby in the crib. all the plushies and stuffed animals waiting for her.

you can’t believe you’re gonna be a mother. something you never thought of happening to you. since you were a teenager, you never had the desire or dream of becoming a mom. baby dolls were never your things as a child and you never mentioned being a mom as something you’d like to become on school assignments about what you’d want to be when you’re older. even when relatives ask if you wanted kids, you always said no or not really thought about it. at the time, you focused on school and career. but when you started dating joel and became a part of his family, that was a glimpse of motherhood or just being a parent figure in a way. sarah always viewed you as a motherly figure despite how young you were, considering joel was in his early thirties and you were in your early twenties at the time. you didn’t feel much of a motherly figure until later on. that was when you began considering sarah as a daughter to you. she was your first glimpse at motherhood.

after your relationship with joel ended, your thoughts on motherhood reverted back to what they were originally: uninterested. perhaps the break up soured your interest. those two years were fucking painful, especially the first year. but later on, you met a man who became the love of your life and forever changed your life. miguel changed your life in many ways. a true, loving relationship which unfortunately suffered for a bit but then rebuild itself back to that loving relationship. the biggest change was the baby, the tiny miracle that’s a combination of you and him soon to arrive. an unexpected miracle but you already love this child with all your heart and can’t wait to shower her with endless love.

this is your true shot at motherhood. not gonna lie, you’re a bit nervous and being a parent isn’t an easy task to know right off the bat. many things will come, changing endlessly diapers, breastfeeding until formula is needed, sleepless nights, crying during the night. what you dread the most is the sleepless nights. say goodbye to sleeping in, especially if your baby is a light sleeper and wakes up constantly throughout the night. god you really hope she’ll be able to sleep through the night. but either way you have to prepare for whichever scenario. all you hope for is a to be a good mother and try your best. to try your best for your daughter.

currently, you and conchata are shopping at the grocery store. despite her many objections and insistence on you staying home, your excuse was that you needed to move around after being cooped up at home for months and to stretch your legs. although she was against it, conchata knew you were right. after shopping for what you need, you head back to the car. once the trunk was loaded, conchata takes the cart back and you wait for standing outside basking in the warm sunshine. you wear a simple yellow sundress since it’s been recently warm.

while waiting for conchata to return, a small wave of discomfort suddenly hits in your lower abdomen. instinctively, you place a hand over the area of pain and hunch over a little. for a moment you believe it’s braxton hicks since you had them a few days ago. but another wave of pain shoots through your stomach again, more intense this time that makes you groan in pain and hunch over more. then, you suddenly feel wetness escape and down your legs. glancing down, there is a tiny puddle on the floor.

oh fuck, your water broke.

you’re going into labor, in a fucking parking lot.

groans and wheezing of pain escape your lips as the contractions begin. shit this can’t be happening now, it’s a week away from your due date yet babies can come whenever and your baby girl decides to come today. while hunched over groaning in pain, an older couple approach you with concerned expressions. they ask what’s wrong and if you need help until they register you are having contractions. thankfully, conchata returns but immediately rushed over after seeing you in pain. she recognizes that painful state.

“ay dios, mija!” she comes to your side. “let’s get you in the car, okay?” you can only nod since you’re in pain and she guides you to the car, being very so carefully. she quickly thanks the couple for about to call an ambulance before rushing to get inside the car and take off to the nearest hospital.

thankfully, the hospital wasn’t too far. next thing you know it, you’re in the delivery room dressed in a hospital gown, laying in a bed, and still groaning in pain as the contractions continue. conchata contacted your family, your parents will arrive soon, your siblings will later when they can. while suffering from immense pain, your minds wanders back to miguel. he’s still gone and your daughter is about to be born. the thought brings tears to your eyes. you miss him so fucking bad. you’re in labor, about to give birth to your daughter and he isn’t here. not here sitting by your side, holding your hand, and whispering soft praises of love. instead he’s in south america doing god knows what kind of dangerous mission. he will be missing the birth of his daughter and it breaks your heart. you knew miguel was so excited for this day to come and witness it but now only to be taken away from him. he was so excited to become a father and prepare to shower his baby girl with much love. you remember he babbling about how excited he’d be carrying your daughter in the car seat once you were ready to go home. now that may never happen and it breaks your heart even more.

suffering from this shitty ass contractions increases your need for miguel. you need him here, you need his support, you need his comfort that he always provides. you just need him back. although conchata is here for you, you still feel alone because the man you love isn’t here. so alone dealing with this horrible pain that you wish it would stop. besides desperately wanting to pop this baby out, you need miguel. you can’t do this alone, you’re afraid to do this alone. tears begin trailing down your face as thoughts of miguel ran through your poor distraught mind.

you need him, you need miguel.

the contractions grow more frequent. the doctor and nurses inform you that you’re ready to give birth. the moment you’ve being waiting and dreading for. waiting because you’re finally about to pop this baby out and meet your baby girl. dreading because of the fucking terrible pain. but besides those two feelings, you also are upset that miguel isn’t here to witness it. the sad thoughts don’t help out with the contractions. pain and tears aren’t fun. there is no other choice. you have to do this alone, despite how scared you are, you have to do this for your daughter.

with conchata’s hand holding yours as she sits beside you, you begin pushing. even with the damn epidural, the pain still sucks ass. your screams and groans of pain echo throughout the delivery room. droplets of sweat trail down your face. never have you experienced so much pain. it’s so unbareable that every word of reassurance and praise from the doctor and nurses is pissing you off. telling you you’re doing great when actually you feel like absolute shit. yeah there is no way in hell you’re doing this shit again. it’s a damn oath for sure. with each push, the pain increases. you hate it so much. why does birth have to be so damn painful? remember those kid movies when babies were delivered by storks? yeah, you were that was real. how simple it would be if you want a child, they would brought down by a stork and dropped off on your doorstep. no pain, nothing. or if you want a baby, they’ll magically appear in your hands. but nope, you have to go through this awful pain to let that happen. being a mother is fucking rough.

the pain is too much. after too many pushes, the baby is still not coming out. she is stubborn as hell, pretty much like her father. you lay back against the pillow, crying out of exhaustion. it’s too much, you can’t do it. no matter what you thought earlier, you can’t do this. you can’t do this without miguel beside you. you need him here, you need his support. how can you bring a baby into the world without her father, the man that you love, here? no matter the words of encouragement and praises from the doctor, nurses, and conchata, none can compare to miguel. those sweet praises that always make your heart flutter. nothing can compare to his sweet words and praises. no one can compare to him.

“the baby is almost here! just one more push!” the doctor exclaims, offering an encouraging smile.

thank the fucking higher beings.

despite your wishes for miguel to be here for this moment, you have to do it alone. hopefully when he returns from the mission, he’ll meet the baby. as you prepare to give one final push, the door swings wide open. everyone, including you, turn with wide eyes at who suddenly barged in the room.

it’s miguel.

he is here. he is actually here. oh my god miguel is actually here. he came back, your love came back.

those gorgeous brown eyes wide open. chest heaving due to feeling breathless after running around the hospital to find your room. miguel immediately rushed over to you.

“um excuse me, sir. who are you?” one of the nurses ask, trying to stop him but miguel dodges her hand from preventing him reaching to you.

“the father.” he didn’t bother to acknowledge her, his eyes never tore from yours as miguel crouches next to you. “i’m here, mi reina. i’m here.”

you look at him with wide, glossy eyes of shock and relief. “y-you’re here. you’re actually here!” your hands immediately cup his face, confirming that he is real and here with you in this moment.

“sí, mi reina. i’m here and never leaving you again. not like that ever again.” miguel said sincerely, his larger hands cup your face as well.

you cry out of relief and immediately kiss him. your wish came true. miguel is back and here by your side. he’s here and finally has the chance to see your baby born. you aren’t alone now, the love of your life is here alive and well. you couldn’t be more grateful.

“i love you.” you whisper in between kisses.

miguel smiles against your lips. “té quiero tanto.”

“h-how are you back? what happened?”

he softly chuckles, shaking his head. “i’ll explain later. right now, let’s meet our baby girl, okay?” his thumb caresses your cheek ever so gently.

you nod then give him one final kiss before preparing to push one last time. his hand holds yours while the other is still occupied by conchata. miguel flashes a quick smile to his mother, silently promising to properly greet her later which she doesn’t mind and focuses on you and the baby. now with miguel by your side, suddenly you feel much better and confident. taking a deep breath, you give one final push with all your might. miguel feels your hand squeezing the shit of his but doesn’t care one bit. it hurts him to see you in pain but he admires how strong you are. that’s his strong woman. after the strongest push you can do, it was done. you lay back against the pillow in relief and tears of happiness when you hear the cries of your daughter.

you did it, you welcome your daughter into the world.

“you did it, mi reina,you did it. you did amazing. you brought our baby girl into the world, té quiero.” miguel kisses your forehead repeatedly as a tear of joy trails down his cheek while the nurses tend to your daughter and quickly wrap her up in a blanket.

“congratulations, it’s a healthy baby girl.” the doctor announces as he passes your little huddle of joy to you and you collect her in your arms.

another batch of tears swell in your eyes as you look at your daughter for the first time. she’s here and she’s so beautiful. adorably wrapped in a pink blanket. your baby girl is finally here, you can’t believe it. you are officially a mother.

although she’s only a few minutes old, you’re not surprised to see how strongly she resembles her father. a load of dark brown hair, sun-kissed skin, and has miguel’s nose. you figured miguel’s genes would be the strongest. she’s a mini replica of him.

miguel, on the other hand, is an emotional mess. seeing his daughter for the first time makes him cry silently. she is so beautiful and tiny. the most beautiful tiny little being in the whole universe. his baby girl is here and he already loves her so much. he is also not surprised how much she resembles, which makes miguel chuckle softly. she may look like him but she is beautiful as her mother.

“hi, mi amor.” you whisper softly to her as she looks up at you with those big beautiful brown eyes. your heart swells with much love for your daughter. “she looks so much like you.” you glance at miguel.

he softly chuckles. “she really does. hola, princesa.” miguel whispers, leaning closer towards her. a heartwarming smile plastered on his face.

conchata looks down at her granddaughter with much love. “she’s beautiful. you did amazing, mija.” she offers kiss on top of your head, making you glance up at her with a smile as a thank you.

“do you have a name for her?” one of the nurses ask.

you and miguel share a glance, pondering. even to this point, you still haven’t thought of a name for your daughter. not a single one came to your that felt right. thanking of possible names, you come up with one that brings a smile to your face.

“what about… gabriella?” you glance at miguel through glossy eyes. “in honor of gabriel.”

you notice the way his eyes widen in surprise yet filled with emotion. “r-really?” a surprise smile graces his lips as tears swell in his eyes once again.

“yes.” you smile lovingly.

tears of happiness trail down his cheeks. miguel knows gabriel would’ve love the idea and adore his niece to infinity. he would’ve been a great tío.

“gabriella is perfect.”

you smile at each other and share a kiss before looking down in adoration at your newborn daughter, your precious gabriella. your beautiful little angel. she simple stares up at you both. you and miguel can’t help but smile. hearts filled with love and joy while appreciating this loving moment as a family.

gabriella o'hara.

your daughter.

after spending a few days at the hospital, it was finally time to go home. you’re escort in a wheelchair while miguel carries gabriella in the car seat, just like he dreamed of. despite his many objections of pushing you, you didn’t want him to miss his chance of carrying your baby in the car seat and the nurse will be the one helping you. besides, you wanted to take pictures of him carrying the baby because damn he looks so attractive doing so. being a good father is a major turn on. he slipped into the dad role so effortlessly. while in recovery, miguel helped with everything he could. get you food from the cafeteria, settle down gabriella whenever she was fuzzy, help you to the bathroom, take care of the baby to let you sleep. he was a big helper and you appreciate it so much. you love that man indefinitely.

miguel is already protective of you. now with you and gabriella, oh he’s extra protective than ever. he vows to protect you both, his girls. to him, you and your daughter are fragile. he was so anxious helping you get in the car, worried that you could get hurt but you reassured him you were okay. however, you can’t blame since it’s his nature. especially him proactive of gabriella is really cute. it melts your heart seeing him being so gentle with your daughter.

when you arrived back at your apartment and carefully settled down gabriella in her crib for the first time, yours and miguel’s hearts melt at the heartwarming sight. she looked so peaceful resting comfortably in the crib that miguel built for her. tears of joy and pride in his eyes. eventually, a routine was developed that was compatible. you and miguel were pretty decent as new parents. learning to be a parent isn’t something to know right off the bat, it takes time and you learn as you go. so far you two have been doing great. taking turns of changing diapers and calming her down when she’s fuzzy during the night, mainly miguel taking the role so you can sleep. it’s been a busy yet blissful process.

one of those nights, miguel went to care for gabriella. “i got it, go back to sleep, mi reina.” he leaves a kiss on your forehead before getting up from bed, head over to the crib, and tend to his daughter.

ever so carefully, he picks her up from the crib and carries her. “shhh… it’s okay, princesa. papí’s here.” miguel coos as he quietly exits the bedroom, shuts the door, and heads to the living room.

sitting down the couch, miguel slowly rocks his daughter to calm her down. ultimately, she does the moment she feels the comfort of her father’s embrace and warmth. even though it’s completely dark, miguel can somehow see those big brown eyes staring at him. she is so tiny in his big hands, it melts his heart into pieces. rocking her back to sleep seems to working when he notices her loopy eyes. the adorable sight brings a smile to his face as he admires his baby girl. while rocking gabriella to sleep, miguel begins singing her a lullaby. a famous mexican lullaby that his mother used to sing to him. miguel still can’t believe he’s a father and has a daughter. unable to accept the fact he’s the father to this beautiful baby girl. it feels like a honor. leaning closer towards her face, miguel pauses singing to make a silent promise to be the best father to her.

days go on, navigating family life. one peaceful afternoon, it was time to feed gabriella. sitting in bed and leaning against the headboard, you undo the top of your dress to release a breast and begin breastfeeding your daughter. exiting from the bathroom, miguel walks in on the scene. warmth filled his cheeks and shyly looks away. he knows breastfeeding is a normal thing, he just feels like he’s invading your privacy. you notice his shy expression and you can’t help but giggle softly.

“no need to be shy, miguelito.” you say teasingly.

your boyfriend rolls his eyes. “i’m not… i just feel like… i’m invading a private moment.”

“you weren’t shy when you were doing the same thing a few weeks ago.” your eyebrows wiggle teasingly, making miguel groan bashfully.

“okay, okay. you got me there.” he offers a shy, guilty smile before sitting down next to you. “you’re doing amazing as a mother, mi amor.” he brings up a hand and gently rests it on your shoulder.

now you’re the shy one. even though you’ve been dating for a while, the man still makes you bashful mess with his sweet praises. “thank you, i’m trying my best. this shit is still crazy to me.”

“yeah but you’re doing amazing, you’re a natural.” his hand reaches up to caress your cheek.

you scoff. “okay, now you’re being too generous.”

“i’m simply telling the truth, preciosa.”

“well, you wanna know who’s amazing? this little girl right here.” you glance down at gabriella.

his eyes follow yours and admire his daughter, who’s too busy enjoying the milk you’re providing. “she is amazing, the most amazing girl ever.” lowering his hand from your cheek, he gently strokes her hair, feeling the softness against his fingers.

“imma make her watch all the shows and movies i watched when i was a kid.”

that makes him snort. “all of them?”

“duh, gotta show her the best, not those shitty ass shows today like cocomelon.”

miguel laughs at that. “okay, fair point. the animation of that show kinda creeps me out.”

“see?! i’m not the only one!” you exclaim but not too loud to disturb your daughter. “gabi is gonna watch spongebob so she knows all the references.”

“your knowledge in spongebob references never fails to amaze me.” miguel chuckles.

“if you didn’t grow up watching spongebob, you didn’t have a childhood. our daughter is not gonna be one of those poor kids. she’s gonna know the best.”

that elicits another chuckle from him. “i won’t argue with that, spongebob is the best.”

you beam at that, brightly smiling. “that reminds me, i want her first birthday party spongebob themed so i can dress her up as gary.”

“the snail? you want our daughter dressed up as a snail for her first birthday?” he raised a brow teasingly, unable to hold back a smile.

“uh yes! imagine how cute gabi would look dressed up in a gary onesie. she has big eyes like him. i’m already looking for onesies online.”

miguel shakes his head, smiling. god you are so adorable. “well, she’ll be an adorable gary.”

you smile then look down at your daughter, whispering. “see? it was his hat, mr. krabs. he was number one.” you and miguel break into quiet laughter. first spongebob reference of the day.

a few months have gone by. when gabriella was ready to go outside, you and miguel plan a day for a picnic at the park. it was a beautiful sunny day. you and gabriella wear matching soft pink dresses. one thing you love having a daughter is dressing up together. make her wear the cutest clothes and even match sometimes. gabriella may look like her father but she has her mother’s sense of fashion. you want your baby to be a little fashionista, just like you. miguel can’t help but stare in awe of you both. the woman of his dreams and his baby girl. his two beautiful girls wearing matching dresses. the sight melts his heart. after finding a spot and setting up everything, you enjoy your picnic as a little family. miguel set up an umbrella to protect gabriella from the sun, and you of course. gabriella was old enough to sit up on her own, enjoying her food and being adorable as always. you take many pictures with your polaroid camera, savor the memories of course.

you’ve been trying to get gabriella into fruit. you packed bunch of fruit for the picnic. strawberries, blueberries, watermelon, and oranges. she has yet to try a strawberry so you take today’s change to do so and let miguel do it. grabbing a strawberry from the container, he holds it out to gabi with a smile. the little girl stares at it as if inspecting before those tiny hands reach out and grab the fruit on her own. the small action melts both your hearts.

“pruébalo, princesa.” miguel encourages her.

gabi stares at the strawberry before taking a bite. you and miguel anticipate her reaction, prepared for a fuchi face but instead she smiled and starts babbling excitingly. both your hearts flutter.

“she likes it!” you cheer. “you like it, mi amor!” gabriella continues to babble excitingly as a response. your baby girl likes another fruit.

“bravo, princesa!” miguel cheers.

hearing your praises makes gabriella squeal more, smiling at you and miguel.

another day, you and miguel are cooking dinner. tonight you settle on enchiladas. “bidi bidi bom bom” by selena blasts through your mini speaker in the kitchen. it’s a song you can’t resist dancing to. swaying your hips to the music, tapping your feet to the beat, miguel’s calloused hands on your hips sweating along with you, and singing along. it was a mini dancing session in the kitchen. gabriella sits in her high chair observing her parents having fun, squealing and babbling happily. while cooking, you let out a squeal when two large hands pull you away from the counter and swiftly turn you around.

“miguel!” you giggle as he begins leading you into a dance. one hand holding yours and the other holding your waist, chests pressed against one another.

he simply answers with a chuckle before raising your hand and twirl you. the movement seems to excite gabriella, making her squeal happily. you and miguel look at her with smiles. someone likes seeing her parents dancing together. you want to show your daughter what love looks like. as if you both thought of the same thing, you and miguel continue dancing. squeals and laughter fills the room. it was a beautiful night, a great dinner while indulging in fun.

TWO YEARS LATER.

“hey! be careful!” you shout with a smile from the kitchen window, watching your husband chase after your daughter in the backyard. luna chases after them both, barking and tail wagging.

gabriella squeals and squirms in her father’s arms as miguel catches her. “papí!”

“got you, princesa.” miguel chuckles. “todo bien, mi reina!” he shouts back at you, offering a smile. of course he would never put his precious gabriella in danger and is always careful with her, you know it too. you just find the scene so cute.

focusing back on cutting the carrots, you glance at the pretty diamond ring adore on your ring finger. flashbacks of your wedding day from a few months ago plays through your mind.

you and miguel got engaged the year before. you both agreed to wait for marriage until gabriella was a little older and wasn’t that needy. if it was in your favor, you two would’ve gotten married right off the bat but you needed time to adjust to this new life as parents. when the time came, you took the chance.

the loud thumping of your heart rings in your ears as you pace around the room. it was an small outdoor wedding taken place at your tíos house since they own a big house enough for a wedding. it was simply close family and friends. you and miguel wanted a small simple wedding with just the people you love. the extravagant shit wasn’t your thing. it felt so surreal. you were getting married to miguel, the love of your life, finally after so long. it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for and you’re still anxious about it, which is completely reasonable.

“¿estas bein, mija?” your dad approaches.

“yeah, just a little nervous.” you offer a smile. “i just can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“i know, seeing my little girl getting married.” a thin layer of tears forms in his eyes. he also can’t believe this is happening, his youngest daughter getting married. “you look beautiful, mija.”

“gracias, papí.” you smile with teary eyes, blinking them away to not ruin your makeup.

soon, the wedding theme song begins. it was time. with your arm linked with your father’s, you walk down the aisle. your heart beat races when you see miguel standing at the altar. clad in a tuxedo and slicked back hair. god he looks so handsome. he, on the other hand, is mesmerized by your appearance. a beautiful wedding gown that makes you appear so ethereal. miguel swears an angel is walking down the aisle. it’s unbelievable this angel will be his wife, that he will be your husband. it feels like a blessing to be your husband. you never fail to take his breath away. everyone has their eyes on you but yours are focused on miguel and his on yours, as if the world is a blur and the only thing that matters is you two.

once you reach the alter and stand with miguel, the ceremony begins and everyone takes their seats. after exchanging heartwarming vows which caused some tears, it was time for ring bearer to come. everyone turns to see the cutest thing ever. gabriella dressed in a baby pink dress being carried by her tío peter in one arm and the other he holds the pillow with your wedding rings. a chorus of awws fills the area as they watch the adorable little girl down the aisle towards her parents. everyone’s heart melted, including yours and miguel’s. traditionally, it’s a little boy who is the ring bearer but you wanted your daughter to take the role. once she and peter reach the alter, gabriella immediately squeals happily the moment she recognizes her parents. another chorus of awws fills the outdoor air.

“hola, princesa.” miguel coos at her.

“hi, mi amor.” reaching out with a hand, you caress her cheek then leave a kiss on her forehead which she smiles at. “thank you, peter.”

“of course.” he offers a smile at you and miguel. peter is already an expert on handling babies since he has one of his own, mayday, who is a few months younger than gabriella.

once miguel takes the rings, peter hands back gabi to your mother and back down with his family. after saying the i do’s and slip on each other’s rings, you and miguel finally kiss as husband and wife. the crowd cheers and clasp for the newlyweds. it was a dream come true. it truly felt like a fairytale.

your heart swells with happiness at the beautiful memory. glancing up again to check on your family, they seem to having lots of fun. you can’t ask for anything more. it all seemed perfect.

later that evening after putting gabriella to sleep, you and miguel retire for the night. or so you thought. you’re already in bed by the time miguel comes from the bathroom after a shower. a soft hum escapes your lips when you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist and his face nestled in your neck, feeling miguel’s breath against your skin. as you’re about to drift off to sleep, miguel’s hand slowly begin to roam around your body. caressing, touching, and gently groping your soft curves through your silky nightgown. his hands runs over the line of your waist, down to your hips and thighs, then back up to your sides right underneath your breast. each touch set your body on fire. that familiar pressure in between your thighs begins to grow. oh you know exactly where this is leading to and you can’t help but smile.

“very touchy tonight, huh?” you tease, relishing those large warm hands roaming over your body. miguel’s touch is your weakness.

“you’re just so beautiful. mi esposa hermosa.” he murmurs against your skin. a hint of seduction in his tone as he continues those sneaky touches.

then, you feel it. his erection pressed against the back of your thighs. your clit begins pulsating. since gabriella is asleep and thankfully a heavy sleeper, one night of fun won’t hurt. with a smile, you turn around and capture miguel’s lips with yours in a messy kiss. wrapping one arm around his neck to bring him closer as your spicy makeout session continues. a soft moan escapes your lips when his hand gently gropes one breast. the silk fabric of your nightgown against his fingertips. before you know it, miguel is on top of you and slipping off your panties before doing the same with his boxers. a shared moan mingles in the air as his cock slowly slides through your tight, wet walls. his thrust start slow, feeling each other and indulging in this intimate moment.

“té quiero.” miguel’s breath fans over your face as he continues thrusting, making sweet love to you. “mi esposa hermosa, té quiero tanto.”

“té quiero, miguel. oh~” you moan when his bulbous tip hits your sweet spot, arching your back. your nails dragging into his back, creating marks and indents.

it was passionate love-making. just you and miguel in the comfort of your bed. relishing the intimacy of your love. soft moans and groans mingle in the steamy air. eventually, his thrusts increase until it’s nothing but moans coming from your mouths. soon you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure. you let out a soft whimper when miguel releases his warm load inside you, filling up your womb to the brim. once you both recover from your highs, miguel cleans you and himself up with a towel and rejoins you back in bed. his broad chest against your back, an arm around your waist, your hand resting on top of his.

“té quiero, mi reina. you and our daughter. thank you for everything.” miguel whispers so lovingly.

“thank you for choosing us. té quiero, mi osito.”

everything was perfect. you have a beautiful family. your handsome loving husband miguel, your beautiful daughter gabriella, and your adorable dog luna. you couldn’t ask for anything better.

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playing dangerous pt 3 - coriolanus snow 🎀

coriolanus snow has always wanted the perfect woman. he’s searched high and low, among the likes of heiresses and actresses, and even—though he’d never dare admit it—district girls. he’s given up hope, until he finds you. you’re perfect—innocent, beautiful and obedient. he’s been watching you for months, and one night, he just can’t resist taking you home and making you his.

cw: 18+//stockholm syndrome//dub-con//blowjobs//fingering//piv sex//mentions of kidnapping//possessive coryo//hair pulling

pt 1 & 2

he allows you to take dinner with him that evening, but before you can come to the table, he barges into your room, searching through the pile of clothes which you have left strewn across the bed; too watched with exhaustion to have put them away.

‘what are you doing?’ you ask in your softest tone, attempting not to sound like you’re scrutinising him.

‘i’m finding you something to wear, sweetheart,’ he remarks, settling on the black dress before; the one that you quite liked.

‘what for?’ you ask curiously, wondering if he’s going to take you out somewhere. your heart races—if you get out of the house, you’d get a chance to escape. it seemed to good to be true, you were probably getting ahead of yourself.

‘dinner,’ he replies. ‘i can’t have you sitting at the table in nothing but a slip. that’s hardly appropriate.’

‘are we having guests?’ you question, and he laughs, shaking his head. your heart sinks. of course, he’s too clever to put you on display so soon, when you’d make him look like a fool and start accusing him of kidnapping you.

‘no, of course not,’ he drapes the dress over his arms, and digs into the bag of underwear, deciding what ones he wants to see you in. of course, he has every intention of taking them off of you, but he wants to dress you up like his little doll; so you have to look perfect.

you watch him silently selecting the clothes for you, feeling no more than a mannequin. it’s ridiculous, it’s as if you’re being primed for the slaughter. you wonder if he’ll allow you the decency of dressing yourself, but you suspect not. you are exhausted, and surrender yourself to the humiliating experience of having his hands all over you.

coriolanus pulls the slip over your head, your arms limp and weak with hopelessness, and admires your form. if only dinner wasn’t sitting on the table. he’d bend you over right now if he wasn’t worried about the roast going cold—he’d ordered it especially for tonight, wanting to impress you. he figured if you saw how wealthy he was, you’d know he could take care of you, and that there was no need to keep rejecting him.

‘you’re so beautiful,’ he muses, one hand caressing the small of your back, feeling the smooth skin just above your ass.

you blush a little at the compliment, shocked that for once you aren’t rebuking him. his hands are still cold, and tickle as he touches you. he sits you down on the bed, and you comply, a little dizzy from exhaustion, watching as he spreads your legs.

he slides the underwear—black lacy things—up your smooth thighs, and you do admit you feel relieved to be covered. he’s seen so much of you today that you don’t bother to cover your breasts, and he ogles them. they’re so perfect; pert and utterly lovely. your nipples are hard from the cold of the room, not that you notice, you’re too distracted by the piece of flotsam on the bed.

he doesn’t bother with the bra, though he’s bought ones all to match—after all, his little doll must look the best. the dress is loose enough that he simply slips it over your head, and he figures it’s only going to come off soon; not putting your bra on leaves him with less time fussing about before he fucks you.

coriolanus pulls you up, noticing you’ve gone heavy, but when he pinches you a little at the waist you perk up, snapping out of your dissociative reverie. your stomach grumbles hungrily when you catch the scent of the dinner.

he sits you across from him at the table, which is small enough that it feels strangely intimate—perhaps it is. you find the strength in your arms to eat, too enticed by the delicious scent that you practically want to inhale it.

‘this looks delicious,’ you thank him, shoving the food in your mouth a little indelicately.

he watches you, an impish grin tugging at the corners of your lips and you shovel it down. you must’ve been starving, poor thing. he’d make sure you were full by the end of the night—blood rushes to his cock at the thought of him forcing you to swallow his cum. you’d misbehaved so badly today; he hoped you hadn’t forgotten that you had to pay the price.

coriolanus eats in silence, leaving you to feel a little embarrassed that your plate is nearly cleared once he starts his own meal. you decide to take a sip at the large glass by your plate, filled full with wine—you’re certain it’s not posca this time, for it tastes delicious. you’re greedy, and, perhaps hoping the drunkenness will spare you from too many feelings, you gulp it down.

the wine warms your veins, and burns a little as you swallow. he notices that your glass is half empty, a look of surprise crossing his features—you’ve clearly warmed up to his offers a little. and he’s glad of that. if you’re swayed by alcohol, it’ll be easier to get you on your knees. he knows girls are like that, he’s done it enough times, imbibing them with champagne to get them into bed.

‘are you enjoying your dinner?’ he asks, and you nod with a little giggle. you’ve never been able to handle alcohol properly, and your head swims with the consumption of the heady wine.

‘yes, it’s delicious,’ you lick the fork, and he eyes you with interest.

‘good,’ he smiles at you, and you decide to swallow the rest of your wine for good measure.

you’re afraid, you have to admit, foot tapping nervously at the floor. it’s cold in his apartment, and you see a window open, wind flapping at the casement. no wonder you’re freezing.

coriolanus finishes his food, and takes a slow sip of his wine, not taking it greedily like you. you can’t sit still, the previous lethargy you’d felt dissipating entirely, and making way for drunken giddiness. he takes note of this, and refills your glass with the wine.

you drink it obediently, the taste satisfying some urge in your throat. it’s terribly strong though, and your head begins to feel a little heavy, but nevertheless you are removed from the feelings of fury that were boiling in your belly earlier in the day.

‘now,’ he says, abruptly standing up from his seat and making his way over to you. ‘are you going to be a good girl and do as i say?’

a giggle plays at your lips, and you sway a little. you glance back at the now empty wine glass, realising how much you’ve had and how quickly it seems to have taken its effects.

‘i’m not sure i’ll be any good,’ you pout, hand reaching out to brush a piece of flotsam from his trousers.

he grips your wrist with his hand, fingers encircling the delicate thing as you gasp. he looks so foreboding standing above you, eyes blazing with anger, brows furrowed in frustration.

‘you’re going to go to your room, and i’ll be there in a minute,’ he commands, dragging you to the door. ‘i want you to think for a minute, about what i’ve asked, and then decide what to do with yourself. you can do that, can’t you?’

his mouth twists into a frown, and you nod, stifling the drunken guffaw that was threatening to spill from your lips. it was all so ridiculous, the way he told you what to do; like you belonged to him.

‘mhm,’ you mumble, trying to stand properly, relying too much on him to prop you up. you hadn’t realised how toned he was until now, and you felt your core burn a little with desire. had he always been so attractive?

you hated how he acted as if he owned you, but the alcohol had made you feel so heady that all you could think about was him touching you—you wondered what his hands would feel like up your dress; caressing your breasts, perhaps fingering your cunt. you clench your thighs together to quell the feeling, and give him a sleepy nod before stumbling into the bedroom.

—

you’re splayed out like a fool when he enters, wondering why he’s sent you to your room. if he wanted you so badly, why didn’t he just take you on the sofa? it was much more convenient, being two feet from the dining table.

you attempt to prop yourself up with your elbows, and watch as he comes to stand above you again. you stick one foot out, playing with his trousers. when you glance up at him, he isn’t pleased. you’re acting like an idiot; a blubbering fool in fact. he wishes he hadn’t poured you so much wine, but at least you weren’t whining about how you didn’t want him to touch you.

‘have you come to rape me?’ you tease, and he slaps you across the face. his hand leaves a searing mark, and tears spring to your eyes. your skin tingles from the strike, cheek red and blotchy.

‘you’re not funny,’ he scolds, bending down a little to meet you at eye level. ‘you’re going to do exactly as i say, or else i’ll bend you over right now and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.’

you sink back in fear, feeling his hot breath on your cheek, icy eyes spurning you as they flicker across your face, attempting to register your emotions.

‘okay,’ you mutter, surrendering to him. he’s terrifying like this; broad shouldered and so tall. you feel like if he squeezed you hard enough that he’d break you. it probably wouldn’t take much more to kill you… you wonder if he’s fantasised about that.

‘good girl,’ he smiles, anger disappearing with the first signs of your obedience. he knew it would prove difficult at first, getting a girl he’d kidnapped to obey him, but he didn’t realise you were such a little brat. obedience could always be taught, and you were complying more than you had this morning.

‘now,’ he begins, stroking your hair. ‘i want you to be a good girl and get on your knees. can you do that for me?’

you nod lazily, and slip off the bed, sinking to your knees. the position is uncomfortable, but the clenching of one of his fists is enough to keep you in place.

‘so pretty,’ he coos, thumb ghosting your lips. it’s the first time he’s touched them, and he marvels at how soft they are. he can’t wait until they’re wrapped around his cock, sucking as he fucks your pretty throat.

he slides his thumb inside your mouth, and you open just enough to let your tongue slip over his finger. he groans a little, the softness of your tongue as it coats his thumb in sticky saliva. you’re gazing up at him with wide eyes, wondering what he’ll do next. he’s taking his time, which surprises you. he seemed so adamant before, that you thought he’d have tossed you on the bed and begun his assault immediately.

your knees creak against the floorboard, aching as you attempt to remain in your position. he slips his thumb back out of your mouth, and wipes your sticky saliva all over your lips, smiling as he does so.

‘see, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’ he inquires, and you shake your head, thumbs twiddling in anticipation.

you watch as he undoes his belt, and then the zipper on his trousers, pulling them down to his ankles with one swift tug. his cock is bulging in his boxers, and your eyes go wide in shock—how big is he? you know so little about men, but you’re not so stupid that you can’t imagine that might hurt if he decide to put it in you.

‘look, you’ve made me so fuckin’ hard’ he gestures, palming his cock through his boxers. you gnaw at your bottom lip, trying to swallow the fear that brims in your stomach.

he groans from his own touch, but doesn’t let his hands linger too much longer. that’s your job now, after all. his little doll to corrupt—he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside your tight little cunt, watching as you squirm under him, acting as if you weren’t enjoying every second of it.

coriolanus pulls his cock out of his boxers, gripping it at the base. you can feel bruises forming in your knees, and you want nothing more than to get up and stumble into bed, letting sleep take you. the wine has an almost hypnotic effect on you.

his cock is staring you right in the face. you’ve never seen one before—it’s large, so big you wince at the thought of him stretching you out. he’s so hard, you can see his tip is red and throbbing, veins pulsing a little angrily.

‘open your mouth,’ he commands, you shake slightly but oblige, and he slides the tip past your lips.

you’re not sure what to do, and so let it sit there while you stare dumbly back up at him. a scowl tugs at his lips, but you wait, wondering what his next instruction will be. you’re so uncertain, and afraid of what he’ll do if you don’t oblige.

‘suck it,’ he instructs, pushing it further in your mouth.

you stretch your lips around it, struggling a little to take him in. he’s not even halfway, but you can feel it push towards the back of your throat. he grunts, feeling your teeth scrape the top of the shaft.

‘teeth,’ coriolanus says with displeasure, and you feel your face turn bright red in shame.

you attempt your best to round out your lips and hollow out your cheeks, finding it easier to take him in. he groans, feeling your saliva coat his cock. you look so pretty on your knees, staring at him; dumbfounded.

‘fuck,’ he cups your chin, giving your cheek a soft stroke as he bucks his hips. ‘you’re so good, taking me in your mouth. you like it, don’t you? being a little whore for me?’

you nod, knowing not what else to do. he thrusts his cock further down your throat, and you choke, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. your mouth waters, tongue running up and down his veiny shaft.

‘use your hands if you can’t take the rest of me in,’ he says, and do you grip him, running one hand up at down. he’s just so big. ‘soon enough you’ll be able to take all of me, i’ll be sure of that.’

your eyes widen with fear, but you do your best to keep sucking, bobbing your head up and down. a few tears trickle down your cheeks, and saliva dribbles as you move your mouth up to the tip.

‘mhm,’ you grunt, sliding it out of your mouth to take a breath. you’re gasping, and he can’t help but laugh; you like like slut, knees shaking, lips puffy from the abrasion.

you press him back against your lips, tongue swirling around the head, watching as he nods in satisfaction. you’re a fast learner—he knew you weren’t entirely stupid. he can feel himself edging closer to his release, what with your tongue teasing the tip of his cock you dip your head back down, and take him back into your throat, gagging again as you attempt to take him down.

in this moment, you find, you want nothing more than to please him. please him because he’s commanding it, and you’re afraid of what he’ll do if you say no. but at the same time, you have to admit to yourself, something sends a shiver down your spine as you take his cock in your mouth, stretching your lips around the sheer size of it, gagging and salivating as he bucks his hips faster.

coriolanus lets out a ragged groan, and you feel something wet and hot spurt onto your tongue. you slide his cock out of your mouth, sticky with saliva, and find that it’s dribbling with spend.

‘swallow,’ he says, grabbing the base of his cock as cum dribbles from the tip.

you swallow the cum that is sitting on your tongue, it’s slightly salty, but you follow his orders. surmising what he’s going to do next, you open your lips again to accept his cock again, and he smiles. you’re learning very fast.

‘good girl,’ he praises, stroking your hair as you lick the rest of the spend up with your tongue, and again, swallow it. ‘you like that, don’t you?’

‘uh huh,’ you murmur, reaching one hand back against the bed to balance yourself. your knees are so sore.

‘you can stand up now,’ he remarks, tucking his cock back into his boxers.

using the bed, you stand up with shaking legs. your knees are tender; some of the skin is sunken in; purple with bruises.

‘look at you,’ he teases, watching as you stumble a little, legs so sore and achy. ‘your knees are so bruised. my poor little doll.’

you are hazy, but feel him push you down against the bed, locking your legs between his. he’s on top of you, biceps flexing as he holds himself up. you look angelic, just waiting for him to fuck you, the way your eyes are wide with want, and the way your lips tremble. you’ve still got cum at the corner of your mouth; and he adores how it looks, how he’s marked you as his own.

coriolanus slides your dress up your thighs, pushing it up to to your waist. the smooth skin is again dancing with goosebumps, his cold hands causing the skin to tingle. he can’t believe how pliant you are in his hands, how you aren’t even protesting. you’re too exhausted to push him off of you, and the aching between your legs is growing stronger as he brushes against your skin.

‘such a good girl,’ he murmurs, rubbing a finger over your clothed cunt. he can’t believe how pretty you look in those panties, the ones he chose and dressed his little doll in.

you gasp, feeling a surge of warmth through your body as he brushes against your clit. it satisfies that urge deep in your belly, and when he pulls his hand away, you find yourself mewling, longing for more.

‘please,’ you gasp out, a strange urgency in your voice.

‘did you like that, hm?’ he asks, ghosting his fingers teasingly over your panties. you’re so wet, you’ve soaked through the lace.

‘yes…’ your voice quivers, and you rut your hips, wanting more.

‘god, you’re so fucking wet,’ he groans, slipping a finger past the hem of your panties and sliding into your slick folds.

you’re so tight around his fingers, he can’t believe it. he can barely get one finger inside of you. he knew you’d be innocent, but the way you’d sucked his cock so well made him wonder how many times you’d touched yourself. but he adored the fact that you were all his—that he was the one to corrupt you, branding you as his own.

you whimper from the feeling; it’s deliciously enticing. the way he pushes against your walls, finger arching, reaching for something. he presses a thumb back to your clitoris, causing you to cry out. it’s so sensitive, and he rubs it in circles, watching you writhe about in ecstasy.

his cock is hard again, and he decides he cannot wait much longer. he has to have you. and besides, you haven’t earned your own pleasure yet. it was about what he wanted, after all.

he tugs your panties down, watching as your slick cunt is revealed to him. seeing it up close, beautiful and glistening, makes him catch his breath. he can hardly believe it’s all his.

‘god,’ he breathes, freeing his cock once again, and taking it in his grip.

you watch in anticipation, missing the feeling of his fingers bringing you to your pleasure. you felt like something was unfurling, but as he removed his touch, you were left wanting, cunt clenching around nothing.

you squeeze your eyes shut, and feel him run the tip of his cock in your wet folds; it doesn’t hurt, but you are waiting, gnawing at your lip as you wait for him to slip inside of you. coriolanus presses the head of his cock into your cunt, catching his breath as he slides in.

you’re even tighter around his cock, and he feels your walls trying to compensate for his girth, stretching out around him. your breath is heavy, and you grasp at the sheets. you won’t lie, it hurts. if you weren’t so drunk you probably would have attempted to make him pull out, but he doesn’t seem to likely to be persuaded.

his fingers had been pleasant, and perhaps if you’d met in another way, you might have let him fuck you eventually. at least you could console yourself that he was gorgeous, even if he was probably a psychopath.

he pushes himself further inside, groaning as you take him in. your slickness coats his cock, and when he moves, sliding out a little, his cock is covered in a white ring. he knows you want him; you can’t deny it, the way you have bucked your hips against him, rutting like a desperate animal in heat. it was pathetic, and yet signified to him that you were all his. his perfect girl.

‘so fuckin’ tight,’ he huffs, beginning to fasten his pace. it’s taking in everything not to pound you right away—you’re so delicate, but he needs satisfaction.

you bite your lip, crying out as he thrusts. ‘it hurts,’ you can’t help but say, tears pricking in your eyes.

coriolanus scowls, finding it an insult to him that you’re being so vocal about it hurting. he grabs a fistful of your hair, and tugs you up to meet his gaze. your head tingles, hair strands clinging on for dear life.

‘did i tell you you could complain?’ he taunts, and you shake your head, attempting to pry him away from you. he only pulls at your hair harder, and you feel your chest racking with sobs.

‘please… you’re really hurting me,’ you whimper, but he ignores you.

‘be quiet or i’ll really give you something to scream about!’ he loosens his grip on your hair, your scalp thankful, but his cock is still stretching you out.

you bite your tongue, laying back as he fucks you. god, you really are so tight. his cock is throbbing, and he wonders how many pumps are left before he’ll come, spilling himself inside of you. watching you squirm beneath him, begging him to stop—but really he knew you’d be thanking him soon enough.

you looked so pretty, eyes glistening with tears, lips trembling. he feels you clench around him, your own body involuntarily ceding itself to him. you feel a gush of warmth trickling out of your cunt—not that there’s much room with how big he is.

‘gonna fill you up,’ he grunts; hips bucking with need.

he can’t take it much longer, his thrusts grow lazy, and he lets out a breathy groan. you feel him release inside of you, hot cum spurting against your tight walls. coriolanus wants to keep it inside of you though, reminding you that you’re his, and he’ll do what he wants with you. he ruts lazily into you, cum coating his own cock as he pushes it further inside of you.

‘mhm, you’re so good to me baby,’ he presses a kiss to your cheek.

he notices the tears on your cheeks, and laughs a little. coriolanus wipes them with his fingers, gazing at you with his cruel, icy eyes. he can’t believe you’re crying. what a stupid little slut. you’re so innocent that you can barely take his cock.

‘did i hurt you?’ he taunts, and you nod dumbly.

‘poor thing,’ coriolanus coos. ‘you were just so tight; i couldn’t resist. but you took me so well.’

you feel more tears rolling down your cheek—you’re aching, and as he pulls out of you, you feel his cum dripping down your thigh. it’s so sticky; you want it off of you, but he’s still got you in his hold, thighs trapped between his large legs.

‘are you going to thank me?’ he asks, gripping your chin as you attempt to look away. you’re so ashamed, and your head is pounding from the wine. the overstimulation is washing over you.

‘thank you, sir.’ you offer meekly, voice choked up from all the crying.

a sick grin curls at the corner of his lips, and he carefully thumbs at the dark bruises on your neck; where he had marked you earlier.

‘you’re all mine,’ coriolanus tugs at your bottom lip, coercing your mouth to open.

he spits inside, and you feel it hit the back of your throat. there’s something so animalistic, so primal about the way he does it. you know you don’t belong to yourself anymore. you live to please him.

‘now swallow it; show me that you can obey me,’ he commands.

you do so, feeling the hot spit trickle down your throat. the tiredness nags at your eyes, and you find yourself blinking rapidly.

coriolanus smiles, watching as you learn to become more obedient. soon he won’t even have to coax you. you’ll just do as he says. get on your knees when you see he’s had a long day at work, spread your legs when his cock is hard. you’ll be at his beck and call—the perfect woman for him.

‘good girl.’ he says, and all you can do is smile, knowing there’s no way out of this. you belong to him now.

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: if he can choose to spend time with someone else rather than you, daryl would do it. not because he hates you. he simply doesn't have any type of connection with you. and you are so young. but when rick demands that you join him on a scavenge hunt, he doesn't have much of a saying into it, and chooses to act unbothered. he also chooses to ignore the way you tease him the whole trip, your hips swaying just a bit more when walking than usual. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daryl dixon x female reader 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: alexandria, pre-negan 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: big age gap, reader is half daryl's age 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: voyeurism, masturbation, breath-play, subtle ddlg, toys, subtle dacryphilia

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i am on season ten of twd (my first time watching) and it feels like this man's clothes keep getting tighter and tighter each episode and i am so here for it. also the way his arms magically always glisten in the sun as he subtly flexes when the camera is on him? give me a break I BEG

Also I miss Rick very much 🥺

*

"i have a special request. if i'm allowed to do that." a playful voice calls behind you.

you turn around, squinting. the sun is high up in the sky, and right in your eyes. you make out carol's short hair, and nod at her as a sign to keep speaking.

"i'm gonna need something i can make cookies or cakes with. hazelnut, chocolate, almonds,... you know. cake stuff." the woman smiles.

"i'm going out for ibuprofen and possibly viagra, not chocolate."

"viagra? for who?"

you chuckle under the cap rosita has given you, and try to subtly glance over at the man loading the car with weapons. he grunts, glaring at you and instantly shutting down the bullying party you wanted to start.

"i don't need no damn viagra." he slams the trunk door shut, and walks past you, intentionally pushing his shoulder into yours.

you fall a step back, holding in a laugh. carol has her hands on her hips, but her laugh isn't hidden. she knows daryl can't say anything to her.

"oh, come on. i know that you like to stay quiet and mysterious, but a little joking in hard times never hurt anybody." the woman defends you, scrunching her eyebrows at daryl.

"it's hurting me." he yells from the car, slamming the door shut.

"how am i supposed to survive this trip with him, ricky?" you complain, shoulders hanging with rising irritation with the situation.

"you survived a walker flooded prison with nothing but an axe before you found us on the other side, and you're telling me you can't survive a grumpy old man for a few hours?"

"thing is, i killed walkers. i cannot kill him. boo-hoo, the precious tracker. i also, when i see a footprint on the floor facing a certain way, know that someone is headed there. wild, right?"

rick pats your head, messing up the cap in the process just to tease you.

"bring me some shirts on the way back, i'm getting sick of these flannels. and get yourself something nice."

one would think that he gave you his credit card to buy him those shirts at the nearby mall. telling you to get yourself something nice, that idiot. the less fun truth is that you are headed towards a landfill two hours away from alexandria, in hopes of finding anything. glenn and morgan haven't had any luck for a few days now, so rick decided to change the route and the team. daryl and you, apparently, make a great one. that pain in the ass of a man.

"i'm leavin'. you stay and talk 'bout me all you wan'. i'm the one actually doin' something for this place."

"stuck up much? see," you open the car door, sitting inside annoyed, "with the viagra, you'd be a much more pleasant person to be around."

"enough with the damn viagra. fuck's the matter with you?"

"god, just start driving and drop me off somewhere in the middle of the road and i'll find my own shit from a different place. rick doesn't need to know."

"no," he simply responds, not sparing you a glance.

rick waves at you with a smile on his face, knowing damn well what he did putting the two of you together for such a long quest. he's so going to hear from you tonight. if you make it out alive while trying to kill daryl.

"so, what are you hoping to find? booze, peanut butter, new clothes? i'm starting to think you stapled those clothes to your body."

he says nothing, eyes focused on the road. you sigh. maybe you're the problem. you're poking him too much, knowing he has zero patience and doesn't very much like your company. you decide to keep quiet for the rest of the drive, only occasionally glancing over at him out of boredom.

you can't lie, he is an attractive man. you don't know why you're mean to him. he is gorgeous to you, your taste in older rugged men not failing you. you're surprised rick isn't the one you fell for. but next to daryl, he looks too... neat. daryl is just perfect. most of the time his deep raspy voice has you subconsciously rubbing and squeezing your thighs, led by a tingling sensation in your lower stomach. his clothes have recently gotten very tight on him, the buttons of his black shirt threatening to pop and give you a view of your lifetime. he has been working out a lot, you've seen him. fuck, not only have you seen him, you also stayed there, secretly snapping pictures with your polaroid your father had left you before disaster struck. you only had a few films left, yet no self control. something about seeing daryl all sweaty as he did push ups, grunting and almost moaning, thinking that nobody can see him, did things to you.

"wha'?" he asks, sensing your intense gaze.

you turn your head away, flushed. "nothin'."

"mmh."

he keeps it short and stern, and if your panties weren't drenched as your brain replayed the memory of his glistening arm muscles, you'd probably make a sassy remark. he raises an eyebrow, probably also wondering why you aren't being mean for so long now.

"shoes." he says after some time.

"what?" you ask, absent-mindedly staring into the tall trees and the walkers hidden among them.

"i'm hoping to find some shoes. it's gettin' hard to walk in these. i also hope i find sum more arrows."

you nod, surprised that he has actually graced you with an answer. you thought he'd say something like cigarettes or alcohol. you hated people who smoke. but daryl is an exception. he looks damn hot doing it.

"you?" he asks.

"well, new underwear would be nice. i ripped all my good panties, and let me tell you, these thongs are not apocalypse friendly."

"shit, girl, oversharing much?"

"what, you disgusted by female underwear?" you poke back, playfully.

"not female underwear. your underwear."

you're offended. you squint at him, and have to fight the urge to smack the back of his head.

"for your information, you don't look or smell all flowery and fresh yourself. i could use your hair to grease up carol's tray for her cakes. and your fingernails? they have their own ecosystem at this point."

and back to the bickering it is. he grunts again, furrowing his eyebrows. he secretly glances at his fingernails. indeed, they had a layer of dirt under them, but daryl thinks that he has bigger issues than some dirt that will get washed off anyway.

"oh, i also wish to find-"

"yeah, lost interest." the man interrupts. "also, for future conversations, you do not mention your... thongs... to people that are ol' enough to be your father."

ew.

ew.

ew.

he did not.

"what, is that how you see me? you could be my father?"

how utterly disappointing. there you were, sitting next to him, imagining him going feral between your legs, all while he is viewing you as his child. there goes your masturbating material for tonight.

"well the age fits the description."

"fuck you. seriously." you sigh, turning your body towards the window so you can fully ignore him.

arriving at the gates, you immediately notice a few things that you will be taking home. how foolish of you to not take a truck instead of the crusty old car.

"watch it." just as he says it, an arrow passes by your head, followed with a loud thud.

you don't have to look back to know that a walker had managed to sneak behind you, while you were foolish enough to stay swooning over his arms glistening in the sun with sweat.

"damn it, girl, i don' know what it is with you, but you gotta snap outta it. i can't keep saving ya ass."

"yes, dad." you reply, annoyed.

"hey." he calls, hand reaching to cup your jaw and turn your head towards him. "shut it before i make ya."

if it weren't for the feeling of his rough hand on your face and his raspy voice sending you a warning turning you on, you would've slapped him and told him not to touch you. but oh, you were going crazy inside. you found a new way to push his buttons, and you're going to have so much fun with it.

you walk behind him into the landfill, the smell of junk pinching your nose. daryl is also bothered by it, seeing his scrunched expression as he scanned the first piles of garbage.

"there." he points his crossbow a certain way.

you follow the invisible line, your eyes landing on what seemed to be several taped boxes. they could have three things inside: food, weapons, or traps. weird how nobody has discovered this place yet. or maybe they have, and they took all valuables already.

daryl doesn't wait for you. he makes his way towards the boxes, keeping his crossbow ready if something goes wrong. you, on the other hand, have tucked your knife safely and are walking around like there isn't walkers scratching at the fence, waiting to sink their teeth into your skull.

"dammit."

you hear rattling. you turn around, only to find the man kicking the boxes angrily. the can he has just thrown on the floor rolls up to your feet, and you crouch down to examine it. it is food, but expired. eating it would be like playing russian roulette.

"i mean, we can still... ya'know, take it with us. what happens happens."

"dixon, if i'm gonna die, i'm gonna die from a bullet or a bite. not from a rotten macaroni."

he raises an eyebrow at you, amused with your laid back attitude. he doesn't give you much attention, just silently walks next to you while scanning his side of the landfill.

"ah, sweet!" you cheer, running towards a pile.

"wha'?"

you almost trip over the broken wooden chairs, trying to get to a certain little box in the pile.

"the hell are ya doin'? we're losin' time!"

your eyes instinctively roll at his voice. you know he has nothing smart to say. finally reaching the box, you jump back on the floor, eagerly opening it. seeing that the item still has the foil sealed on it, you victoriously raise it in the air, cheering.

"you have made it a goal for yourself to die today, didn't ya?"

"nah, not anymore. i found something that will keep me occupied and will fuel my will to live a little longer."

you continue your way forward, leaving daryl to stare at the box you have discarded, trying to figure out what it is. but he has decided he has no time for your immaturity. he needs to ask rick to not ever put him with you on a hunt again. he's lost a lot of time already, and hasn't found a single thing to bring back.

"clothes." you point, the pile of fabric sitting on top of a garbage hill.

"you gonna go get 'em?"

"why would i go? you go."

"you wanted your... thongs... so, you go get that."

you scoff, setting the newly acquired item on the ground and slowly climbing up the hill.

"what is this, anyway?" his curiosity wins.

you sit on top of the pile, examining the clothes and discarding the ones with holes in them.your eyes dart to the man below you, and you chuckle when you see him crouch and take the item in his hand.

"it's a wand."

"wand?"

"yes."

"for?" he keeps pressing, his eyes never leaving the pink gadget.

"masturbating."

thud.

you look down, mortified. he better not break it.

"careful with that, what's the matter with you?!"

"you're fuckin' crazy, girl."

you silently mock him, sticking your tongue out at him and repeating his words with exaggerated face expressions. he really gets on your nerves. you gather the clothes you have found into a bed sheet, tying it up and putting it over your shoulder, then pick up the gadget from the floor. it seems alive, it didn't break. you only hope it works. you're young, inexperienced, surrounded by people that are either too young or too old for you. though, the old part never was a problem for you, it was for them.

feeling bored, you decide to keep poking him. he is just so grumpy, and silent. and inviting to irritate.

"so, dixon, you've never heard about one of these?" you wave the gadget in front of his face.

he spares you a glare, and continues walking.

"come on, we're talking. nobody's around. tell me, since all of this started, how many times have you even approached a girl? do you even mastu-"

"'m not in the mood to be picked on right now."

"i'm not picking on you. i promise. just trying to converse."

"you want to be useful? hold this. it's in my way." he throws his vest at you, now only wearing a tight black t-shirt.

you scowl at him, shoving his vest into your backpack.

"you're so fun to be around. i get why rick put us together."

he grunts, leaving you behind. rolling your eyes, you go down a different path, hoping to find something useful to all of alexandria and not just you. turning a few lefts, you find yourself standing in front of a little shed like structure. you bang on the door with your foot, and when hearing no growls, you bravely enter. it is dusty and dark, with a singular armchair and a few cupboards.

you open each one of them, happily shoving all the food you managed to find into your backpack, opening a protein bar along the way and chewing on the oats and dried fruits. you missed having those with yogurt for breakfast.

not only will carol be happy with the amount of nuts and flour you have found, rick will be proud of you. you might even ask for a reward when he sees the amount of canned tuna and jam you have found. you forgot what pancakes taste like.

after clearing the room, you peek out the window. daryl is in the distance, going through piles and kicking stuff out of his way, as if playing. you've collected way more than him, and the sun is at it's highest point. the shaded room seems like a perfect place to take a nap, or just rest your feet and ears from him.

you plop on the armchair like a star washed up on the shore. it feels so lonely lately. rick has michonne, carl has enid, rosita has her boytoys, even gabriel might be having more fun than you. as wrong as it was, you stay up listening to the noises coming across the street. they're loud, there's no way you could ignore them even if you wanted to. even rick had to step in and ask them to be quieter. but what is a problem to someone else is a solution for you. is it wrong to touch yourself while listening to someone else fucking? yes. but is it the only way that works for you? also yes.

you eye up the toy that peeks from the backpack, then glance out the window. daryl is busy with his crossbow, having found something that he could use on it.

fuck it.

you unbuckle your pants, not bothering to take off the panties. your fingers are quick to pop the batteries that come with the package in the gadget, and when the lid clicks, you admire it for a second. there it is, in all its glory. waiting to be abused every day by you, until you find a replacement. hopefully a softer and live one.

taking off the thin protective foil from the head, you position yourself on the armchair. you glance at the window again, carefully monitoring daryl. now, if you thought that eavesdropping and touching yourself was bad, what was this? watching daryl's fingers work on his crossbow, arms glistening in the sun, all while the pink toy softly vibrates on your pulsating clit.

you sigh at the newfound pleasure, rubbing the toy up and down your slit, while your eyes stay focused on the man unaware of your situation. he probably even forgot about you. or is thankful that you have left him alone. even better for you. you get to be a pervert without him ever knowing.

you arch your back, throwing your head on the backrest as you focus on chasing the release. it's been awhile, it won't take you long. your eyes open again, just enough to see if the man is still in his spot. your fingers change the vibration strength on the gadget, and instantly, you gasp. it is so intense, and so much, but you don't want it to stop. this thing is your new best friend, you better get used to it.

something else peeks out of the backpack, the leather catching your attention and giving you an idea. like an animal in heat, you grab the vest, burying your nose into it and spreading your legs further. daryl's scent takes over your senses, making you lose control and become a moaning mess. you are getting wetter by the second, the toy now slipping up and down your slit with ease and giving you maximum pleasure.

"fuck- daryl-" you can't help but gasp, enveloped in his manly scent and fabric.

your hips hopelessly rub against the toy, chasing and chasing after something that isn't quite getting closer, even though it feels like it.

"the hell?"

your eyes widen at the interruption. you drop the vest in your lap, hiding the crime scene from him. the man stands at the door, expression unreadable. yours is one of horrified mixed with desire, the way he stares down at you angrily sending arrows to your core.

"daryl- i- did you, uh, find anything?" you try to play it off, foolishly.

"yeah. i found an animal in heat it seems. couldn't wait for alexandria to do that shit?"

"I-"

"is that my vest?"

he slams the door shut, leaving you two in darkness. you gulp, moving the gadget from your core and letting your panties fall back in place.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry-" you stutter, failing to put a sentence together while he intensely glares at you.

"ya ain't sorry." he grunts. "ya know why i despise being around your ass? you're inappropriate."

"no, look," you try, but he points a finger at your face, making you close your mouth.

your eyes burn, tears announcing their arrival.

"it's not like that-"

"shut up, dammit! i'm talkin' now! do you have any idea in how many uncomfortable situations you've  put me? all those snarky dirty comments, all that flirting, now this? do you understand what that does to me?!"

he's yelling, frustrated and angry with you. but why are you getting wetter? why can't you think rationally? he is scolding you for being inappropriate, and you continue to be even more inappropriate by sexualising simple yelling. not your fault he looks damn hot while he does it, though.

"you're- you're half my age. i can't allow myself to play your games, no matter how tempting."

what?

"what will alexandria think? they already have no good opinion on me. engaging with someone half my age the way you want me to engage is- it is a horrible idea. i'll be out faster than i was in."

silence swallows the room. you still lay on the armchair, half naked with his vest covering you. he paces around the room, fingers running through his hair as he tries to gather his thoughts. you think whether it's time to finally say something, but you wait another moment. you need to gather your thoughts too.

tempting, he said. so he thought about it too. he saw past your jokes, and has been controlling himself so well. if only you knew what it would take to shatter that control, even for just a moment.

"since when do you care what other people think?" you start.

"since rick chose to trust me."

you hum, understanding.

"listen-"

"so you've been thinking about it." you're the one to interrupt now.

his head snaps up, looking at you with his eyebrow raised, as if asking you where you're going with that statement.

"there's nothing wrong with it. it's not like we're getting married or something."

"i'm older than you. way older than you."

"so?"

"i could be your father."

"if you say that word to me one more time i swear i will turn this landfill upside down to find another sex toy to shove up your asshole."

"why do you get so triggered by it?"

you roll your eyes, looking anywhere but at him. you press your thighs together, missing the warmth and buzzing from earlier. fun killer.

"because."

"why?"

"doesn't matter."

"tell me," he presses further.

you finally look at him, frustrated. "because i have fucking daddy issues and the thought of you being so much older than me turns me on. there."

you get up from the armchair, putting his vest on so that you can cover yourself. it almost reaches your knees, hiding your body from his gaze. he says nothing, and does nothing for a few moments. you have your back turned to him, hands resting on the counter of the half chipped kitchen cabinet. your head hangs low with embarrassment from the confession that just left your mouth.

tears stream down your cheeks, luckily hidden by your hair. but daryl doesn't miss the little sniff that comes your way. he sighs, then paces around the place a little more. when you don't hear him anymore, and finally face the fact that nothing will be the same with him anymore, you dare turn around. you almost gasp when you come face to face with him, his chest pressing against yours.

"wha- what are you-"

"shh..." he hushes you, eyes roaming your face.

you aren't sure what to do, or what he wants to do. if he tries to comfort you by giving you a hug, you will break down. and you will never face him again. you thought it was only sexual, but the way he looks at you and hushes you as you cry is awakening new emotions inside of you. ones that you will push down for now, because it is not the time.

"daryl, i'm sorry." you hiccup, genuinely feeling sorry for ruining whatever you had with him.

you feel his hands on the back of your thighs, and before you can react, he picks you up and places you on the counter. you instinctively spread your legs, letting him in closer.

"don't be. or else i might regret this."

you look at him doe eyed as he places his hand on your neck, gently holding you just beneath your jaw and softly pressing into the sides of it. he brings his head close to you, eyes half closed as he stares at your lips.

"daryl." you whisper, not sure of this anymore.

"just hush."

and with that, he presses his lips into yours, softly moving them with rhythm only known to the two of you. his other hand caresses your thigh, then creeps to your bottom and pulls you to the edge of the counter, enough to have your crotch press against his.

you can taste your tears while you kiss him, and he probably can too. he doesn't say anything, hell, you even feel him twitch between your legs. you grind on him, unable to control yourself. it is different than the wand. it's warm, and it responds back. it's better.

"hey," you call, slowly pulling away. "i don't want you to do this because you feel sorry for me or something like that. are you doing it because of that?"

"nah."

before you can continue bombarding him with questions and overthinking, he places his lips back on yours, this time a little rougher than before. you open your mouth, tongue eager to taste him properly. and fuck, he tastes good. you hated cigarettes and alcohol, but from his mouth, you adore it. you finally give in, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him impossibly close. finally.

it doesn't take long for him to have you whining and grinding on him, wanting more than just kissing and thigh grabbing and occasional choking. you beg into his mouth, quietly at first, but with each kiss he gives you, you become louder and more demanding.

"touch me, please, please, please," you're desperate.

he smiles, for the first time in a while, and snakes his hands under your top. you hurriedly take off the vest and the top, to make it easier for him, but he pulls his vest back on your body. you are now wearing nothing but panties and the leather vest, making daryl incredibly impatient.

"ya just needed some attention, didn't ya?" he kisses your neck, his hand cupping your breast and thumb playing with the hard nub. "some sense fucked into ya to shut that mouth."

for someone that almost never talks, he is quite the talker now. and you can't complain, when his words have you clenching around nothing down there.

"needed someone older to take care of ya."

you moan at his words, spreading your legs further and raising your hips into his crotch. his hand reaches down to your panties, landing a light slap on your clothed clit as a warning. there's growling outside of the shed, but not enough to make you care. you'll get what you want, and no amount of walkers will stop you, even if it'll be your last.

daryl moves your panties aside, pulling away from you to see you. he hums, thumb coming to contact with your clit and circling it a few times. you shake under his touch, throwing your head back. it isn't something you haven't done before, but the touch is foreign, and different. his fingers are rough and big, an opposite of the soft flesh of your clit. he rubs your slit up and down, enough to smear your arousal so he can touch you better.

"fuck..." you trail, grabbing the edges of the counter and digging your nails into the hard surface.

"didn't find a boy your age to open you up?"

you shake your head. he hums again, fingers now circling your tight entrance.

"that's a shame, then. i'm gonna have to take my time with you."

"what? why?" you ask, disappointed.

"i'd split you in half, little one."

every word in that sentence sent arrows to your core. fuck, just how big is he?

"then, what are we doing?"

he turns around, leaving you yearning for his touch while he grabs your discarded toy from the armchair.

"you share toys?"

"sometimes."

"good."

he pulls himself out from his pants, and you are left with your jaw dropped. it fuels his confidence, the way you're staring at him as he rubs himself up and down. he isn't big. he's huge.

"daryl, how will that fit in me?" you ask, actually concerned.

"it'll take a little time. i'll train ya, and you'll take it like a good girl, the way i teach ya. but ya have to start listening to me and stop pissing me off."

nodding eagerly, you push your hips towards his hands, searching for his touch again.

he turns the gadget on, pressing it against your clit. you moan out loud, grinding on the buzzing toy and sliding with ease. you hear him grunt, and even a quiet moan. your eyes drop to the situation between your legs, and when you see him pressing his cock to the gadget, you swear you could squirt all over him. he rocks his hips with yours, pushing you up against the wall and grunting in your mouth, just like you moan into his. he doesn't break eye contact with you, instead getting off on it.

"i'm gonna cum, daryl." you whine, hands reaching into his hair to pull.

"give me a second."

you'd give him two if he wanted. you try your hardest to focus on not yet cumming, but the way he sweats and grunts for you doesn't make it easy.

"daryl-" you warn, moans becoming high pitched and inviting the walkers around the shed.

he sticks two fingers in your mouth, keeping you silent and helping himself get closer. you only needed to swirl your tongue around him a few time and take him all the way to his knuckles to have him moaning and cumming all over your stomach, rubbing the toy up and down in a sloppy pace.

you follow, pleasure washing over your body along with a thin layer of sweat, the sight of his seed on you making it more intense. you are dehydrated, hot and filthy. and you love it, because he is the same. you'd be like that every day, if it meant getting him the way you just had him.

"you didn't have to..." you say as he helps you dress up, wiping his seed from you with his bandana and discarding it.

"i wanted to. before, today, too."

"you sure?"

"yes."

you nod. he sees that you are not convinced, and he sighs. he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i rarely regret my actions. trust me."

"yeah, well, i hope i'll get more of these actions you speak of."

he chuckles, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"you know, for someone who just came all over me, it's weird to see you so sentimental and comforting."

you don't even finish the sentence, he already playfully throws the bandana at you, rushing outside to hide his smile and to hide from your attempt at attacking.

"oh, you- you- you asshole!"

"right back at ya."

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yippie! my first twd oneshot, idk how to feel about it lol. had this in the drafts for a while now. feel free to send feedback, doesn’t matter if it is good or bad 🩷

[waterdeepwife]

Gale NSFW Headcanons

Paring: Gale x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, talk of different kinks, both soft vanilla Gale and kinda kinky Gale, unprotected sex, P in V, typos probably, bondage, soft top/gentle dom! Gale, student/professor roleplay, oral sex, mirrors, edging and teasing, typos, Mystra mention(gross), that might be all? Proceed with caution and take care of yourselves!

Gale is a freak there is no denying that, but he also knows how to keep his freak side in check. He knows not everyone will be into what he is into, so he tends to start off very vanilla in the start of relationships. (Unless asked otherwise.) And he always has a safe word in place.

He was slowly beginning suggesting new things in the bedroom starting off very light and sweet. An example would be where he asks if you’d let him tie you up as he eats your pussy. If you are a virgin/never been into BDSM before he will only restrain your hands, he doesn’t want to scare you. But if you experienced/want to be tied up more he will happily accommodate you. Gale uses a purple rope that won’t burn or hurt you, or he will simply use magic to keep you in place.

Gale prefers to be on top and to be the dominant one, but he is very sweet and caring. All because he loves you and wants to please you, to show how devoted he is to you.

He will never do anything that will hurt you. No choking, no slapping in the face, no weapons. He couldn’t bring himself to do that to you even if you liked that. However you could get Gale to spank you, but it’s very light and barely stings as he rubs your ass afterwords.

The wizard takes some time to admit that he has a huge kink for Teacher and Student Roleplay. Loves when you play a bratty student who won’t behave, or a sweet, innocent student desperate to raise her grade. Gale will conjure up a fake classroom to even make it seem more real. He gets into his role as your dirty minded professor easily.

Loves to teasing and edging. He wants to spend as much time as possible making love to you, to be close and bond with you. So Gale with edge you both at the same time. He fuck you until you are both close to your release, only to pull out and tell you how much he loves you. How he doesn’t want this to stop and he needs a moment to catch his breath. All while his hand snakes down to your pussy and starts teasing your clit and hole. He also loves when you tease him orally. He doesn’t like blowjobs fast and sloppy, but slow and sensual. Gale goes crazy when you fondle his balls and sucking him gently, he mumbles about how close he is into for you to stop. He will whine and beg for you to keep going, but you only giving little licks to his tip.

Gale could come from praise alone. Calling him a good boy makes him so weak in the knees, it makes him work even harder/faster. Lives to please you and knowing he is loved, and appreciated, and doing a good job means the world to him. He will also reciprocate the praise; “Such a good girl.” “You feel so good, my beautiful woman.” “You are taking me so well.”

The wizard also conjures up mirrors surrounding you two, so you both can get a good look at what’s going on. There is always a mirror on the ceiling so you can watch Gale pound you while you are trapped under him.

Gale is a simple man when it comes to positions in sex. He loves missionary so he can keep you close as watch your face. But he also loves spooning sex, typically right before bed or when you both wake up in the morning, he loves it for lazy sex. Other positions he’s tried with you are; Face off, leap frog, table top, against the wall, your legs over his shoulders. Probably some others.

He also loves to overstimulate you, if you allow him. Which it honestly just stims from Gale is a pussy addict and loves to be between your thighs for as long as he can. I’m not kidding trying to tear him away is not an easy thing to do, he pouts and whines and begs for more. If you need a break or want to move along he will agree out of respect, but he is already missing the taste of your pussy.

I’m sorry to all you big dick lovers but we keep things realistic around here. Gale isn’t a very big man, so his cock isn’t huge either. When fully erect his dick is just a little over five inches long, but he is decently thick. He knows how to use it, how to thrust at just the right angle to make you see stars.

I have a toxic headcanon that Mystra would use magic to make his cock bigger, which lead him to being even more insecure and feeling unworthy.

Aside from his talking Gale isn’t very loud during love making. He mostly makes soft groans and hums as he rocks into you, or he will pant or breathe heavily. Even when he talks to you it’s sweet whispers and promises.

He doesn’t like being called Daddy, it makes him cringe. Gale might want to have children one day and his children would call him Daddy- so it rubs him the wrong way to be called it in bed by his wife/lover.

Gale loves filling you up with his seed and just holding himself inside you while you two catch your breath. When he pulls out he holds your legs apart so he can watch his cum pool out of you.

He is the king of after care. He loves to clean you up, rub your body and make sure you a warm and comfortable. Gale tells you how well you did, how much he loves you and promises to always be by your side.

[gamergirl-niffler]

Being Married to Haganezuka - headcanons

Relationship between swordsmith and demon slayer was actually unheard of, but you didn't complain at all.

It was really comfortable, you lived with your husband and were close enough to be ready when needed.

Your husband was a difficult person: hot-blooded, extremely dedicated to his craft, and socially inept.

Many were sure he would never find a wife. That was until you came into the village, after all Hotaru was just a man and despite all of his heavy flaws managed to win your heart.

People hated him, and you knew that, but thankfully your presence brightened his image. Just a tiny bit. But still.

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‌He doesn't just talk about work. He rants. 

A lot, actually. 

Thanks to it, you know all about his clients, even if he has very little of those.

"I need to make new swords! And guess for who! For a kid that barely made it through Finale Selection!" Hotaru complains as you hum in acknowledgement while braiding the long black locks of your husband. "I am sure he will be like the others! Not respecting my work whatsoever!"

It's a simple routine before bed. He rants, letting out some of the frustration while your attention calms him down. It's always enough to actually allow him to properly rest during the night. 

‌Sleeping with him is yet another completely different thing.

Once the two of you get into bed, there is no running away. When his arms wrap around you, it's over, you are stuck like this until the sun rises again. He is simply not letting you go. 

Hotaru will never admit it out loud, but that's exactly what he is afraid of, you were the only woman that ever wanted him, so what would he do without you around.

You are his biggest treasure, he is not letting you go. Ever.

‌ Mornings with Haganezuka are much nicer. 

He is calm and rested as you're helping him to get ready for work right after breakfast.

"I hate that mask," You say with a grimace, while looking at the ugly mask in your hand. 

Of course, you understand the whole idea of masks but it didn't change the fact you didn't like them, you preferred to see your husband without it.

He snatches the item from your hand and hands you a shawl. "You better help me with my hair," Hotaru mutters, sitting in front of you to make it easier. "You also should get ready."

With an eye roll, you started to wrap his hair, making sure they won't bother him during the work. "I am just as ready as you are," you sum up, tying the shawl as tightly as possible. 

Once you were done he got up, put on the mask and turned to you. "I love you," he admits, while his hands move to your collar to properly button it.

Looking up at him, "I... I love you too...," you say with a soft grimace, making him frown under the mask. "What's your problem now?”

"Sorry. It's hard to say with that thing on your face," you admit slowly.

"You're annoying," He scoffs and turns to leave.

After grabbing your sword, you could follow him, walking by his side and holding his hand until you reach your post. Only then the two of you finally part ways for the day.

‌Hotaru is the one taking care of your sword. 

How could he not!

Not only he's a swordsmith, but he is also your husband, so his duty to you is doubled or even tripled! Not to mention, the sword is his own creation.

"Did you clean it? Are you sure it's clean? Maybe you chipped it? Let me see!"

You need to keep him away, using your own hands to make sure he won't get to your sword. "Hotaru, love. I am sure of all of it," You sigh, but before you know it he already has his hands on it. 

How did he even do that?! 

With careful eyes, he checks the blade and handle to be fully sure you're telling the truth. 

He couldn't allow his beloved wife to walk around with a sword that isn't properly taken care of. Hotaru wanted to be sure you are safe. "It's getting blunt. I will sharpen it for you. You can take the other one."

And just like that, your husband is off to do his things. There is no stopping him nor making him postpone the work.

Speaking about work!

Hotaru is hard working and stubborn.

Once he gets to work... He. Is. Gone. 

The mix of passion and dedication in his case are actually a "deadly" combination. There is no way of pulling him away. Sadly, even as his own wife, you don't have this privilege.

Once, when you attempted to take the sword away to stop him, Hotaru snapped at you, his voice filled with frustration. "Don't you see I'm busy? This must be done, and I won't deliver a poorly made sword!"

After that, you never tried that again.

He can be gone for the whole day and night while forging a new blade. It's annoying when you cannot spend the evening snuggling with your husband. 

‌BUT you are actually useful when he loses his temper! 

"Y/N-sama!"  One of the young apprentices yells, getting your attention immediately. Kids here love you since you are much nicer than Hotaru, but one of them approaching you while on duty isn't something usual.

"What is it? Did something happen?" You ask, giving the boy a soft smile.

Boy nodded quickly. "It's Haganezuka! He lost it again."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you nod and quickly follow the boy just to find your husband held by three swordsmiths, while he's thrashing around to get free while another swordsmith stood nearby.

"What happened here?!" You ask with a frown. 

Hotaru growls. "He interrupted my work! I was almost done with the sword! Now I will have to start all over again! I'll kill you!"

You blink and rub your face, no matter how many times it happened, you still couldn't get used to it. "Hotaru. That's enough, let's go home. I will make you mitarashi dangos."

He immediately stops his thrashing around and looks at you. Other swordsmiths look at each other confused and slowly let him go.

Instead of attacking the man that took the sword, he walks to you and hugs you tightly. "Let's go. I want mitarashi dangos."

Of course, it's not the only situation like this. Things like this often happen because of his temper. Sometimes you need to resort to tickling his sides, but this ends in you dragging him back home and him later scolding you for even doing this.

‌ Since he works hard. He gets hurt.

Hotaru hates this, but at the same time he loves it. No one likes to get hurt, and he as a swordsmith sometimes gets his hands a little damaged in his work fever.

It's annoying. Wounds even if shallow still hurt and disturb the work.

Thankfully, he has you and he can always count on your help. He will not admit it, but he loves the way your palms feel against his own when you wrap his injuries.

You are a slayer, yet your hands are small and soft compared to his. Not to mention, you are always so gentle and careful while taking care of you. No one else can take care of his injuries just like you do.

"There you go," you say sweetly, tying a knot on a fresh bandage on his hand. Before he can thank you, you press a soft kiss to the injury. "I told you to be careful and to work less, but you never listen. Is it really that hard to listen just a little bit? For once?”

No matter how many times he returned home with cuts or/and abrasions, you always helped him and then scolded him. Normally he would get angry at someone for talking to him like this, but when it comes to you; Hotaru can't be mad, he actually feels oddly happy you do this. 

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In summary.

Hotaru is a good man. 

Others may hate him for his slightly angry nature, but that's because no one knows him like you do, not even a village chief.

He loves you in his own way and is forever grateful for you and the fact you love him back just as much.

Some people think you may regret marrying such a man, but you truly don't. He is the best thing that ever happened to you, and you wouldn't change him for anyone else.

[saucymunch]

megumi x reader one shot fluff slightly suggestive megumi fluff secret relationship

it was a hot summer day. the sun was almost ripping through the students black uniforms, and everybody just wanted to take a nice bath and go inside the air conditioned building.

"hey! you can't just take my water bottle kugisaki!!!" yuji whined, doused in sweat from his duel with maki.

nobara finished her swig of yujis fresh cold water, "oh come on! you're not gonna let a woman die of sun poisoning, are you?" she complains, throwing his bottle back to him, as itadori huffed.

you and megumi had just finished your spar, with you winning, as always. "nice to see the two of you interacting for once!" gojo snuck behind the two of you, as he snaked his arms around the both of you.

nobara and yuji walked over. "yeah! you two are always avoiding each other like the plague." yuji laughed.

"now that i think about it, are you two even friends?" nobara cocked her head to the side, placing a hand on her hip.

you shuffle your feet to step away from gojo's grasp. "oh, i don't know." you breath out, clearly uncomfortable as your gaze moves to the dirt.

megumi simply looks to the side, mumbling something about how they need to mind their own business with a big scowl. gojo chuckles, and gathers all the students.

he passes out water bottles as he explains to everybody that they were now free to do as they please, even allowing them to go off campus if they wanted for the next week. gojo was set to be out of town, and all of the upcoming missions had been assigned to yuta, who was back in town. it was now the second and first years unofficial and unexpected summer break. the students thanked their white haired sensei and all headed back to their dorms.

as you were walking back, you made sure to walk behind everybody, to talk to megumi.

"hey, you gonna go see your parents over break?" he inquired, lightly bumping your shoulder.

"nope! was planning on just spending it with you." you whisper the last part, making him blush a bit.

the sun was bright orange, finally deciding to set. it was a humid hot afternoon.

"we should go to the onsen. gojo gave me two coupons. plus, nobody's gonna be there since it's so hot out." he suggests, almost reaching for your hand to hold, before realizing he couldn't because you were out in public.

the two of you continued walking towards the dorms, keeping a safe distance from the rest of the vibrant students, who were all discussing what they should do with these rare off days. you could see maki and inumaki cheering, clearly exhilarated. you also could clearly see kugisaki and itadori bickering over what movie they should watch.

"sounds perfect, meet you outside of your dorm at six?" you ask, smiling at the spiky haired boy.

he nodded contently, and the two of you split ways.

after packing a backpack of onsen necessities, you changed into a white linen tank top, as well as blue striped linen shorts. grabbing your phone, you texted fushiguro that you were on your way.

and before you knew it, the two of you took the train to a quieter and more rural area of town, where rice paddies began showing up.

"wow. we must've come far if there are rice fields! it's so refreshing being off campus!" you inhale and exhale deeply, smelling the the countryside while stretching after stepping off the train, as you let go of fushiguro's hand.

megumi lets out a small laugh, seeing you so excited.

"come on, it's this way." his soft hand grabs yours, and you happily follow him, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

his eyes widen, and his cheeks flush as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have.

"be careful, what if someone sees us?" he looks around, worried.

"pffft. there's only grandmas and grandpas near us right now. no way we'd run into anybody! unless you just don't like my kisses, fushiguro." you huff out.

the two of you are walking down a dirt road up a mountain. the sun had already set, and a few lantern lights lit up the trail.

"you know that's not what i meant. i just wouldn't be able to stand the endless teasing if they found out." he says, already fuming at the thought of it.

"mhm." the onsen was now in sight. it was rather large, and looked perfect. you could see the steam rising behind the bamboo trees and wall.

"now quit calling me fushiguro, i don't like it." he says, letting go of your hand to show the elderly lady his coupon.

"and you two know this is a konyoku, right? perfect for couples or large groups of friends!" the old lady smiled as she informed and handed the two of you the passes.

megumi nodded. "thank you, ma'am." he replies.

you both walk to the lobby, where you both part ways briefly to change. this onsen specifically was unisex,

and allowed you to cover up with a body towel in the water. you wrapped the thin towel around your body, clipping it into place, as you slowly walked out of the changing room, careful not to slip. your eyes landed on megumi, and he smiled as he signaled for you to come over. the onsen pool was outside and large, and steam filled the air. more steam than usual made it hard to see. since it was night, the few lanterns on top of the large stones lit up the area, making it almost romantic. you were prepared for the entire date to be gross as it was already so hot and humid out, thinking the hot steamy onsen would make you feel worse. instead, the warmth of the water as you dipped your toe in, the sight of your seemingly perfect boyfriends face, and the refreshing and slightly chilly summer night time breeze had cured your aching muscles and melted away your worries.

megumi had a towel draped over his waist. you fully submerged your body into the hot water, holding your towel in place. megumi watched in awe, as you slowly waded through the water to him, his small smiling growing, as the ends of your hair got wet.

"oh! could you tie my hair up, please?" you asked, holding out your hair tie, with a grin.

megumi rolled his eyes, taking the black hair tie. "i don't understand why you like it so much when i touch your hair." he says gently, as he meticulously pulls your hair into a bun.

his large hands run through your hair as he finally ties it.

you hum in satisfaction. "just feels good."

the two of you sigh, finally relaxing after weeks of endless missions and not being able to properly spend time with each other. every time you want to see megumi, it meant sneaking around after hours. it was exhausting.

"so nice how nobody is here. you were right, no one comes to the bathhouse when its hot out, especially at night." you commend him with a kiss.

after a few moments of silence, you speak up.

"you know, it wouldn't be all too bad if we just- told them." you suggest, as megumi pulls you closer, his toned arms wrapped tightly around your stomach area concealed by your towel. his chin was resting on your head.

"i would. i would if the people in our lives were somewhat normal." he sighs out.

"now that i think about it, i can imagine the endless teasing." you exhale out, feeling megumi's hands slowly start to move under your towel, as he feels the skin of your stomach. it's not even sexual, just pure love.

"i missed touching you. i almost forgot how you felt." he softly smiles into your neck.

you're hugging his left arm, rubbing circles on his bicep with your thumb, as you unwind.

"i wish this was forever." you breath out, completely lost in his eyes as you straddle his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"we will be." he locks lips with you, completely closing the gap between you both.

his soft lips are now kissing you. completely enchanted by each other. pure euphoria floods the both of you, as your hands are tangling and running through his already messy hair, making it even more disheveled. megumi is slipping his hands under your towel again, hands spread wide, but only touching your back and sides, careful not to touch anywhere too intimate, but craving every inch of you. the two of you forgot to breathe, didn't want to.

your reminder to breathe was here, as you and megumi heard the screen door from the changing room open, while you were still straddling his lap, hands still tangled in his black hair, his hands still under your towel, gasping for air, hoping the dense fog would hide your swollen red lips and obvious messy hair.

"why did we have to come to an onsen in the middle of june, itadori? we could've gone shopping!"

but folks, you can only sneak around for so long, and fog can only be so dense.

nobara dropped her tin cup of water, the cup hitting the ground with a loud clang.

her mouth hung open, eyes wide.

"f-fushiguro. and y/n. kissing." itadori points, mouth also hung open.

you quickly pushed yourself off of megumi, fixing his hair, and he tugged your towel, moving it back to place.

you moved to sit back next to megumi, leaving an honest distance between the two of you.

"nobody will believe you two." megumi blurted, squinting his eyes.

itadori simply stared, still processing everything. nobara's eyes grew ten times larger, anger fueling her bones when she realized megumi was right. nobody would believe them. the two of you were so bland to each other at school! you barely talked to each other! people thought you hated each other. were they even friends, people thought.

so on the train ride to the shopping district the same night, which nobara and yuji had to tag along, when you and megumi sat next to each other behind nobara and yuji, you both snickered at nobara's anger. the school had just recently took everybody's phones for a short period of time as a punishment, so she couldn't even take a photo for evidence when every time she looked back at the two of you, you were snuggled up next to each other, or kissing. she fumed and cussed you both out when she wasn't able to take a picture and or video of when megumi carried all of your shopping bags, when he had lovingly put your hair up, when you had cupped his cheeks to kiss him publicly for the first time, when he held your hand so tight he didn't want to let go, when you bought matching keychains and matching sneakers for you both, when he constantly had a stupidly big smile every time he looked at you.

she was happy for the two of you of course. it was just mind boggling. yuji was pretty chill with it all. the occasional, "i thought fushiguro hated everybody on this planet" but nothing bad.

when they had reached campus to return to their dorms, they all stopped by the common lounge.

you and megumi simply laughed at nobara's attempt to try and convince the second years and gojo of what they encountered today. "i swear, they were making out in the onsen!" she whined, desperate for evidence.

but nobody believed her. there was no way. until, satoru had projected a video onto the tv.

"the old lady at the front desk of the onsen was kind enough to lend me some security footage. it was a clothed onsen after all, so cameras are allowed~!" gojo snickered, seeing megumi's face heat up.

the video was a minute long, of you and megumi going at each other, it was evident his hands were sneaking under your towel, your hands tangling his hair, your lips locked onto his.

the video even had sound, which sounded rather inappropriate.

megumi tackled gojo, wrestling him to turn the video off, and the rest of the student watched in awe. nobara was manically cheering, screaming "i told you so" at the top of her lungs over and over again. yuji was covering his eyes, saying he "didn't need to watch it twice", and you were prying megumi off of gojo, who was shrieking for help.

[copper-16]

Tulips and Two Embarrassing Mothers

Elena brings Kaia home to meet Ingrid and Mapi. Which of course leaves them to reminisce on the last time she brought home a partner to meet her parents.

(a/n: Once every blue moon Copper-16 attempts to be funny, despite the fact that she is inherently not a funny person! This is said attempt! Read at your own risk :)

Elena stared at her mother, sitting across the table from her. 

Mapi stared right back at her daughter, the two of them seemingly lost in a battle of wills that neither seemed inclined to give up. 

Ingrid stared at them from her position leaning back against the kitchen counter, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. 

“Here is the deal,” Elena said finally, her gaze pointed. “You are going to be nice, you are going to be kind, and most of all? You are going to be normal,” the dark haired girl stressed, her words harsh. 

“I will be normal!” Mapi cried out indignantly, and Ingrid finally allowed herself to shake her head slightly, giving in to the urge to roll her eyes. 

“Your track record is not exactly the best for this thing, and we both know that,” Elena sassed quickly, and Mapi slapped her hand over her heart, feigning that she was quite hurt by the statement. 

“Oh for Christ’s sake Mami, really? Do you need a reminder of what exactly happened last time?!” Elena fought easily, and Mapi stuck her nose up in the air, shaking her head. 

“I have no clue what you are talking about,” she shook her head stubbornly, and her daughter allowed her head to drop into her hands with frustration. 

—

Elena was seventeen, and it was the first time she was bringing a partner home to meet her parents. 

Which would have been fine, if not for the conversation that had happened the week prior at the dinner table. 

“Mami, Mama? I need to tell you something,” she explained as she set down her fork, both of her mothers looking up at her with concern. 

“What is it baby?” Ingrid asked softly, leaning forward with worry. The teenager seemed stressed about something, but neither of them knew what it was about. 

“Well, I…uh…I’m seeing someone. We are dating, in fact,” she explained, and her mother’s faces relaxed from concern to excitement. 

“Oh honey that is wonderful!” Mapi exclaimed, feeling a little better now that she knew it was not something bad. Elena seemed to perk up at her mother’s reaction, some of her nerves dissipating at their clear ease. She had been worried that they would be upset with her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

“And well…I was wondering if he could come for dinner so that you could meet him,” she continued, and Ingrid nodded her head with an easy smile on her face, very open to the idea. 

Mapi was also nodding her head, before she paused. It was a slight misstep, just a brief pause, before the smile was back on her face, just in a slightly more forced fashion. 

Elena had scampered off to her room after dinner, leaving the two wives alone to clean up the kitchen for the night. 

“Boyfriend?! She has a boyfriend?!” Mapi whisper screamed as she rushed after Ingrid into the kitchen. The Norwegian jumped at the sudden intrusion of her wife in her personal space, and she looked back at the Spaniard as though she had grown another head. 

“What? What is wrong? We always said we were okay with her dating, we just wanted her to be honest with us,” Ingrid remembered simply, not entirely understanding her wife’s outburst. 

“But a boyfriend?!” Mapi hissed, and Ingrid’s expression dropped as she began to understand. 

“María, just because we are gay doesn’t mean that our daughter is,” the green eyed woman explained slowly, keeping her voice level. 

“But you gave birth to her! You are the gayest person I know, look at your outfit! Look at your hands!” Mapi cried, as though this was a logical argument. Ingrid looked down first at the clothes that she was wearing, and then at her hands for a moment with complete confusion before she shook her head, refocusing on the conversation. 

“The fact that she came out of me, who is gay, has nothing to do with whether or not she will be gay,” Ingrid reasoned, and the Spaniard threw her head back dramatically, sighing heavily. 

“But now we have to follow the boyfriend protocol! I need to scare him! Show him that he will never be good enough for my little girl!” Mapi claimed, as the dark haired woman’s expression shifted to one of thinly veiled horror. 

“María min, you will do no such thing. I promise you, that is not what Elena needs from us,” Ingrid pleaded, knowing that her wife’s mind was already running with possibilities, none of which could be any good. 

“No, no, I need to prepare,” Mapi declared, pressing a kiss to her wife’s cheek before she left Ingrid in the kitchen, marching off to her office to get up to nothing good, that the Norwegian was sure of. The dark haired woman looked down at her hands once more, turning them over and back again before she shook her head, calling after her wife. 

“What do you mean, my hands are gay? What does that mean?!” 

—

Elena and Ingrid were preparing dinner when Mapi sauntered down the stairs, and both her daughter and wife turned at the sound of her entrance. 

For Ingrid, she had to attempt to hold back her laughter. For Elena, her jaw dropped open in shock, and not in a good way. 

“Mami, no!” Elena called out in despair, taking in the Spaniard’s outfit. 

Mapi was dressed in head to toe black formal wear. She had on a black button up, with black slacks and a black belt. Sunglasses sat over her eyes, never mind the fact that they were indoors. 

“You look like you are in the Secret Service!” Elena cried despondently, and Mapi smiled victoriously. 

“You said he is from America, no? He will be scared of me then, if I am dressed like the Secret Service,” she reasoned, as Elena dropped her head into her hands, her face flushing with embarrassment. It was true that the boyfriend, Grayson, was American. His mother worked in diplomacy and was settled here in Spain with her family, where Grayson attended the same private school that Elena did. 

“We met in my statistics class, it’s not like he stalked me!” Elena cried, her eyes roving over the outfit. “Mami, you cannot wear this. Tell her Mama!” The teenager tried, looking back at her other mother hopefully. 

“I already tried to talk her out of it! She was…insistent,” Ingrid replied diplomatically, trying to seem like she wasn’t about to burst out laughing. She was dressed in a simple sundress, far more normal than whatever getup Mapi was wearing. The Spaniard had by now taken off her sunglasses, making the whole getup slightly more palatable, but the teenager still had many complaints to be heard. 

But before Elena could even start to beg her mother to change, there was a knock at the door. 

Mapi turned toward the door, as did Elena at the same time, but her daughter was entirely unprepared for the mad rush that the Spaniard would make for the door, making it there before Elena and wrenching it open. 

On the opposite side stood a teenage boy, exactly as one would expect to find him. He looked a little squirrely already, holding a bouquet of tulips in his hand. He shifted from side to side, looking a little more perplexed than truly scared at Mapi standing in the doorframe. 

The former center back looked the boy up and down, clearly surveying him with a frown plastered onto her face. 

“Uh…hola?” The boy asked hesitantly, his face filling just slightly with relief when Elena’s face popped over her mother’s right shoulder. 

“Elena!” He smiled, but it dropped slightly when Mapi shifted to the side, suddenly blocking Elena from view. She still hadn’t moved from the doorframe, not allowing the boy any further into their home. 

“Mami, let him in!” Elena hissed, tugging at her mother’s arm. Mapi gave it another thirty seconds before she finally moved, grumbling under her breath. The teenager shot her boyfriend an apologetic look as she ushered him inside, allowing him to hand the flowers to Ingrid, who took them with a gentle nod of her head. 

As much as Mapi was putting a show on about it, Ingrid was still a little skeptical about the boyfriend as well. She was being perfectly friendly, which was more than her wife could say, but she was still on alert. 

“Come on, we are going to have dinner,” Elena stepped forward to grab the boy's hand, leading him insistently toward the set table that was out on their patio. 

“Hey, hey, everyone hands to themselves!” Mapi called out, and her daughter obeyed but not without shooting a death glare back at her. Ingrid looked equally unimpressed, wiping her hands on a towel as she shot her wife a look. 

“We might be instigating a bit of a double standard here,” 

“Hey, you and I are married! She is a baby!” Mapi argued heavily, but Ingrid wasn’t impressed. 

“We both know that we would have been horribly insufferable if we had met when we were younger. You were a horny mess when I met you at twenty five, I could not imagine you at seventeen,” Ingrid remarked with a hint of sarcasm, as Mapi shoved her respective pointer fingers into her ears, screwing her eyes shut as well. 

“Oh gross! La la la la la—I can’t hear you!” She called out as she moved toward the sliding glass door, joining the two students at the table as Ingrid brought out the last of the food. 

Things didn’t get much better once they had sat down, all of them beginning to make some small talk. Ingrid asked Grayson about his family and his time in Spain, curious as to what the life of a diplomat's son would be like. He answered kindly, speaking animatedly but with a good intelligence. 

He overall seemed like a good young man, but despite that, Mapi still glared at him as she ate, her chest puffed out more than necessary. 

“You two met in school, yes?” Ingrid inquired politely, and Elena nodded as she took a bite of chicken, unprepared for her mother’s next question.

“So, Grayson, do you make it a habit to always approach girls in these classes to ask them out?” Mapi accused, her words taut with a clear insinuation. Elena choked on the bite of food she was eating, swallowing roughly as she clawed for her glass of water, her face flushing red. 

“Mami!” She snapped under her breath. 

“Um…no? Elena was the one who asked me out, actually,” he admitted, and like a balloon, Mapi seemed to deflate. 

“Oh. That is very…female forward of you,” she conceded, murmuring it more to herself than anything else. Ingrid rolled her eyes, turning the conversation away from the awkward question. 

“You both used to play football, right?” Grayson asked, and Ingrid nodded, as did Mapi. 

“Did you play at Barcelona?” He asked, seeming to grow more excited. The Norwegian nodded once more, a smile slipping onto her face as she looked over at her wife. 

“We played together, as center backs,” Ingrid explained, and the teenager lit up with excitement. 

“Wow, that is so cool! My family are big Barcelona fans, I grew up watching them. That is so cool that you both played there so long,” he replied, trying to be friendly. 

“See Mami, he is a Barcelona fan! Isn’t that nice?” Elena probed, looking at Mapi hopefully. The brunette grumbled in agreement, spearing another piece of asparagus on her fork and shoving it in her mouth to avoid speaking more. 

In the end, it was Ingrid who scared the poor boy more than Mapi ever did. The Spaniard was too big making an accidental fool of herself entirely to really be all that effective in ‘scaring’ anyone, and the Norwegian’s quiet demeanor and piercing gaze turned out to be much better tactics for inciting fear, had that been the goal. 

It was only when the door shut on Grayson that Mapi turned to her wife and daughter, a big smile on her face. 

“I thought that went very well!” She declared, watching as both her wife and daughter’s heads dropped into their respective hands in unison. 

“Well, at least nobody will claim you two aren’t related,” the brunette sighed as she moved away from them, feeling quite content with her (slightly ridiculous) actions. 

“I am never speaking to you again!” Elena yelled down at her as she walked up the stairs, rolling her eyes at how horrible the whole dinner had gone. 

—

“I don’t see why you aren’t getting mad at her, she was the one who actually scared him!” Mapi reminded her daughter helpfully, pointing to Ingrid and entirely throwing her under the bus. 

“On accident! She scared him on accident!” Elena interjected, and Mapi threw a look at the dark haired woman, narrowing her eyes. 

“By accident! Have you seen her - she doesn’t do things by accident!” 

“I sure don’t,” she replied to her wife with an almost sultry undertone, and Elena gagged. 

“Gross, both of you! Keep it in your pants and together, please. You are going to be normal,” she pointed to Mapi first. 

“And you are going to be nice!” She turned to Ingrid, one eyebrow raised. Both of her mothers raised their hands in surrender, before promising their daughter that they would do their best to keep things kind. 

It was the first time her mothers were meeting Kaia. They had been dating for nearly a year at this point, but with the busy schedule of Kaia’s playing and Elena’s schooling, they hadn’t been able to coordinate for the striker to meet Mapi and Ingrid. 

They had technically met when the English girl was much younger, but it was the first time she was meeting them as Elena’s girlfriend. It was also the first time that she was introducing a partner to her parents since Grayson, and she was hinging on it going well. 

She really liked Kaia. The green eyed girl hadn’t dated a whole lot of people, but there was something about the footballer that felt…different. In the best way possible. 

Mapi is dressed in a nice white polo and some khaki slacks, a far cry from the Dracula inspired outfit she was wearing the last time. Ingrid has a t-shirt and a flowing skirt on, and it is she who offers to get the door when it rings, saving the student and Spaniard as Elena hurriedly reminds her mother of about ten more things to remember when meeting her girlfriend. 

“Kaia, hello!” Ingrid cries happily as she opens the door, immediately pulling the striker into a hug. She ushers the girl inside with a smile, and Elena does a double take when she realizes that her girlfriend is holding a bouquet of tulips, much like Grayson had. 

She hops up from the table, all but floating over to her girlfriend happily as she presses a kiss to her cheek, before she wraps her arms around the English girl, holding her tightly in her arms for a second. 

Perhaps, to protect her from the onslaught she is sure to receive from her mothers when she lets her go. 

But the daughter of the two former Barcelona center backs has absolutely nothing to worry about, it turns out. 

Because as though they have been magically cured of their skepticism, Mapi and Ingrid couldn’t be nicer. 

“You are so much bigger now, but I still remember when you were so little! Maren would visit and bring you to camp and we would always coo over how adorable you were,” Ingrid reminisces, as Kaia blushes slightly. 

“I hardly remember it, but I’m sure I loved going,” she gushed, placing the salad on the table as all of the women sat down together. 

“And you are playing at Chelsea now, is that correct?” Mapi asks, her voice friendly and open, as her daughter sitting next to her stares at her in shock. 

“Yes! They called me back from my loan from Hammarby last season and I’ve been playing with them for the year, it’s been a wonderful experience,” Kaia explained, and the Spaniard nodded slowly, considering her words. 

“Any interest in the Spanish league?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Kaia was quick to affirm her question. 

“Yes, absolutely! That is the goal, especially with Elena being here for the next few years with school,” she explained, and approval shined in the Spaniard’s eyes as she nodded, before Ingrid moved the conversation along. 

It was only when Kaia got up to use the restroom that Elena whirled around to her mother, looking full of skepticism. 

“What is this!” She exclaimed, and Mapi’s eyebrows furrowed in instant confusion. 

“What do you mean!” She huffed, confused by the doubt present in her daughter's expression. 

“You are acting so…so normal!” Elena observed as Mapi’s expression shifted to one of indignancy. 

“I am normal! Tell her amor, I am so normal!” The brunette stressed, but Ingrid took one look at the pair and threw her hands up, standing up to clear the table to bring out dessert. 

“Oh no, there’s no way I’m getting involved in this discussion,” she clarified, leaving the two alone at the table. 

“When I brought Grayson home, you were the opposite of normal! You were absolutely deranged!” 

“Deranged might be a bit strong. I prefer overprotective,” Mapi denied helpfully, standing up from the table to go help Ingrid. “Besides, that boy was not good for you. Kaia is much better for you, much better to you.” 

Elena’s eyes narrowed as her mother spoke, her brain working overtime to discern the true meaning behind her words. 

“Is this because Kaia is a girl and Grayson was not?!” She realized, and while Mapi didn’t reply, her expression told the Spanish student everything she needed to know. 

“This is reverse discrimination!” Elena hissed, as Mapi looked back at her with an overly innocent face whilst she moved toward the kitchen. 

“What was that hon?” She called out, a rather devious grin on her face as her daughter sent her what must be her fifth death glare of the night. 

Mapi had just disappeared into the kitchen when Kaia walked around the corner, finding her girlfriend looking rather annoyed, a classic Elena expression. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” She asked instantly, one of her eyebrows raising as she looked around, expecting to find something amiss. Instead, all she saw was Mapi and Ingrid headed back to the table with dessert, smiling at one another. 

Elena caught one glimpse of them and groaned, running her hand over her face in slight frustration. She looked up at the English girl with an exasperated face as she shook her head. 

“Don’t even ask!"

[reallyromealone]

How about part 4 to bakugos brother. The plot has thicken. 🙃🫰🏼

Title: bakugos brother

Fandom: bnha

Characters: bnha ensemble

Fic type: series

Chapter: 4

Pairings: kirishima x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, angst, reader is awkward, broken sibling relationship, reader is siblings to Katsuki, hurt to comfort, neglectful parents

Notes:

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(Name) And Kirishima went upstairs as Aizawa sat in the livingroom with the Bakugo parents, (name) looking surprisingly nervous as he went to his room.

"Whatever he did we will pay for" Mrs. Bakugo started and Aizawa raised his hand to stop her "I'm actually here on behalf of U.A to extend an invitation for your son to attend the general studies program as we have recently opened a spot in that class post sports festival" Aizawa began and watched their reactions carefully, Mr. Bakugo seemed curious and a bit excited at the concept of his son having the experience but Mrs Bakugo seemed... Less thrilled "would that affect Katsuki?" She asked simply and Aizawa raised an eyebrow at her statement.

"The two would be in completely different programs, how on earth would that affect Katsuki?" Mr Bakugo said simply and the blond woman glared without any bite at her husband "Principal Nedzu is particularly interested in his intelligence quirk and would like to talk about it when we do the transfer if you are willing to agree"

And the color drained from their faces.

(Name) And Kirishima cuddled on (name)s beanbag chair, a massive thing that was (name)s first purchase as (name) watched kirishima play a phone game "so you're just building and adventuring?" (Name) Seemed intrigued but also deeply confused at the game "yeah, it's a sandbox game-- you can do basically anything"

"Are there animals?"

"Oh a bunch, they actually just updated the dogs so they have more variety"

"Show me"

"And how would he be able to afford it?" Mrs Bakugo said coldly and Aizawa resisted the urge to roll his eyes "U.A has offered (name) a full scholarship" Mr Bakugo seemed excited at this "really?!" The man seemed over the moon at this but his wife less thrilled "I told you to let him apply!" He said almost angrily and Aizawa looked between them "but the chances of katsu--"" you need one parents approval right?" He cut her off to look at Aizawa who nodded "then you have my approval"

"Masaru!" Mrs Bakugo said angrily and the man looked at her seriously "if we don't do this for our son, we will fail more than we already have"

"Kirishima, time to go" Aizawa said simply and looked at (name) "I expect to see you at U.A Monday with your things packed" the pro said and it took the teens a second to process it all before kirishima grinned at his boyfriend "Yo! We get to hang out all the time now!"

"I get to go?"

"Yup, now better pack, you got a week before you start, Nedzu wants a meeting first thing tomorrow"

"YOU GUYS ARENT GONNA BELEIVE THIS!" Kirishima shouted as he walked into the livingroom area and the others looked confused "my boyfriend got into U.A!" He boasted and Bakugo turned to look at his best friend confused "what." Bakugo said flatly and Kirishima grinned "yeah man! Your brother's gonna be in gen Ed!" Everyone looked at bakugos reaction curiously as many emotions passed his face before just grunting and turning back to his phone.

(Name)s week at home was tense with his mom but his dad always had his back, always making sure he was cared for and the parent who made an effort, he was (name)s rock.

"Just don't get in your brother's way"

Words he heard constantly up until his dad drove him to U.A, giving him an envelope with money "I'll be sending you weekly allowances... I know you have money of your own but that's your money, this is for any emergency things you need" he said softly and (name) took the envelope quietly "I'm sorry that I haven't been enough for you, I know I could do more"

"Mom's a hard person, I know you feel guilt but I know that she doesn't make it easy and you have been there when it counts and stuck up for me so I could be here... I love you dad"

"I love you too kid, now go be stronger than I am"

The two embraced before the man helped (name) get everything into his dorm, kirishima showing up to help "so you're the boy my son's seeing! A pleasure to meet you" (name) smiled as the two greeted and got along very well "yeah! I'm also bakubros best friend!" He said excitedly and Mr. Bakugo had a small sliver of hope that this young man could bridge the two siblings... It was wishful thinking but he always had hope.

Hope that somehow the relationship his wife ruined would be fixed.

(Name) Didn't sleep well the first night, awkward in the new environment and the sudden shift from what he was used to.

Tomorrow he would get an introduction course under Nedzu, the rat wanted to do some tests to truly know what level he was at to gauge where they should move towards education wise.

Things were awkward during lunch as (name) sat alone, everyone hearing about Nedzu's private student and avoided him as such but (name) just played chess on his little travel chess set in the corner, periodically eating his food.

He had an hour to kill, might as well look for any weaknesses in his plays.

"There you are!" (Name) Looked up to see his boyfriend and other 1A students who looked curiously "Aizawa said we got to have lunch at the same time!" The Bakugo siblings locked eyes and (name) offered a seat to his boyfriend who plopped beside him with a grin "so you play chess, what's that like?" The pink girl named Mina asked excitedly and (name) was shy as he responded "a lot of travelling, I been throughout Japan for openings" he said softly "how many have you won?" A blond boy named denki asked and (name) looked a little more confident "I haven't lost, so maybe 50, I have been playing professionally since I was 9"

"Whoa... What do you get if you win?" He asked and (name) thought "the U.A open won me about 100k... But that was the open to let me qualify to international opens but my dad worries I might be too young for that" he said simply and the others looked shocked at the price and did the math "damn you're rich"

Katsuki didn't know this, how many games his brother went to between school and such or how good he was at it, he didn't think about it much but now...

... He kind of felt envious that his best friend knew more about his brother than he did.

The bakusquad asked all sorts of questions throughout lunch and eventually a few more 1A students joined and Momo even planned a chess match between her and (name) for fun.

And for the first time, Katsuki saw his brother look genuinely happy talking to people, typically he didn't talk to people.

It was nice to see.

[harrywavycurly]

I miss the Lonely couple and I just want to see if you agree that she would be so protective of Harry because she’s been his bestie for so long that she’s the one who would want to defend him all the time because that’s not only her bestie but now that’s her man😍😍😍

Hiii lovey!!! I’m so sorry we haven’t seen them in a bit but I totally agree!!! She would 100000% defend her man from anyone who was looking too closely or said something mean because she’s known him for so long she simply won’t allow anyone to be rude to him😂 so I hope you enjoy this little blurb of Harry’s fiancé being protective!💖

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CW: Mentions of drinking and language

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Summary: You and Harry are enjoying a night out when someone gets a little too close to your fiancé✨

You let out a sigh of content as you feel Harry’s hand that’s resting on your hip give you a gentle squeeze, you lean back into him as the two of you stand off towards the back of the little outdoor venue you begged Harry to take you to so you could watch a cover band play some of your favorite eighties hits. Of course he didn’t put up much of a fight when you reminded him that the two of you haven’t had a proper date night in weeks due to busy work schedules and the seemingly never ending details that go into planning a wedding. Harry smiles as he leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head when he feels you start to slightly sway side to side with the beat as the band begins to play a slower love ballad.

“Having fun love?” He whispers in your ear as he pulls you closer to him by the hand he has on your hip. You turn your head so you can look up at him and the grin on your face is all the answer he needs.

“I’m going to go grab a drink.” You tell him as you turn around in his hold so you can place your hands on his chest while looking up at him. “Do you want anything?” His eyes get a mischievous glint to them as he looks down at you and before you can ask him what he’s up to he places his free hand on the side of your face as he leans down and captures your lips with his in a sweet kiss.

“I have everything I want right here.” He answers with a smile when he pulls away, you playfully roll your eyes making him laugh before he places a kiss to your forehead. “Want me to come with or-”

“You need to stay here to make sure no one takes our spot.”

“Our spot? Baby it’s a patch of grass near a light pole I don’t think anyone will come and take it.”

“I don’t want to risk it.” Harry just shakes his head at how serious you are about making sure your nice little spot in the back doesn’t get stolen, but he knows better than to argue with you so he gives you one more quick kiss before dropping his hands from you.

“I’ll guard it with my life then.” He teases as you bring a hand up and run it through his hair. “Be careful please.” You give him a little nod and a smile before you reach up and place a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m always careful.” You jokingly argue as you turn around making you miss the way Harry’s eyes send you a glare because for as long as he’s known you, and that’s quite a while, he knows you always somehow manage to get yourself into little situations that require him to come and save you in someway. His eyes don’t leave the back of you as he watches you make your way towards the little bar, he smiles when you look at him over your shoulder and give him a wave as you stand in line.

“Excuse me.” Harry’s attention is taken off of you as he feels a hand land on his arm giving it a small pat. “Is it okay if I stand right here? This is the best view of the stage.” The woman asks with a smile as Harry turns so he can look at the spot she’s gesturing towards which happens to be extremely close to where he’s standing.

“Oh uhm yeah-yeah that’s fine.” He says unsure of how to handle the situation because the woman takes his answer as permission to move slightly closer to him, his eyes scan the grassy area and he feels a bit of anxiety beginning to creep up when he sees how empty the small lawn area is around the spot you took ten minutes to pick out for the two of you to stand.

Harry is used to people trying to get close to him but normally it’s for a quick hello and they go about their way but he’s not sure if the current situation he’s gotten himself in is a fan situation or just someone who has no sense of spacial awareness with how close she moves to him so their arms are almost touching. He tries to be as polite as he can when she turns to look at him with a smile on her face but he doesn’t miss the way her eyes quickly go from his eyes to roam down his body, checking him out with a not so subtle bite of her bottom lip. Harry knows he’s in dangerous territory when the woman a few minutes later takes a slight step to the right making half her body be directly in front of him, and he swears he’s imagining things when she moves a bit backwards so half of her body is only a step away from being pressed against his left side.

“That nice man gave me a free bottle of water.” Harry lets out a deep sigh of relief as the sweet sound of your voice hits his ears making him turn to look at you and when his eyes catch yours he can’t help but shrug when you raise an eyebrow at him clearly confused at the situation in front of you.

“Was it really free or did you just take it?” He jokes trying to ease the tension he can feel building as you take a step closer to him and hold the bottle of water out for him to grab.

“Harry honey.” You’re no longer looking at your fiancé, instead your eyes are burning a hole in the side of the head of the woman who is standing much too close to him. “Who is this?” You ask as you stand next to him with your drink in your hand, Harry swallows as his eyes dart from you over to the woman who is oblivious to your arrival.

“I uhm-uh honestly don’t know.” He answers shyly while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand that’s not gripping the bottle of water. Harry watches you rub your lips together before taking a few steps so you’re now standing next to the woman, your body turned to face hers.

“Hi there.” You make sure your voice is as nice and sweet sounding as you can possibly manage as you reach out and give her shoulder a gentle tap with your index finger of the hand that’s not holding your drink. The woman looks at you briefly before turning her attention back to the stage.

“Yeah?” She asks rudely without looking at you, Harry chews on his bottom lip as you roll your eyes before putting on an extremely fake smile.

“Do you mind moving over a bit? You’re sort of-”

“There’s plenty of room over there if you’re looking for a spot.” She says cutting you off while pointing to an empty patch of grass a few feet in front of her. “We’ve been standing here for like ten minutes so-”

“We?” Harry runs a hand over his face as your voice gets a bit louder at the woman’s audacity to include Harry in her sentence as if she is here with him when in reality he doesn’t even know her name.

“Yes. We as in him-” the woman turns her body so she is now facing you with a hard glare in her eyes as she points towards Harry. “And I.” She adds with a smile as she looks over at Harry who has wide eyes, you let out a sarcastic laugh as you hold out your drink and it only takes Harry half a second to register he needs to grab it from you but as soon as he does he watches you fold your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side as you stare at the woman who is still looking at Harry.

“Well we as in my fiancé and I have been standing here for an hour so if you don’t mind moving so you’re not so close to him that would be great.” You explain with annoyance dripping from every word, the woman slowly turns her head so she’s looking at you and you see the color drain from her face as it all begins to click in her mind that she’s standing extremely close to someone else’s man.

“I had no idea.”

“Yeah no shit.” You mumble making the woman quirk a brow at you as she lets out a scoff. Harry sensing trouble quickly steps up and offers a soft smile when the woman’s eyes glance over to him.

“It’s fine there’s plenty of room uhm over-over there that has a good view of the stage.” He says as he juts his chin in the direction of the same patch of grass she had pointed at when talking to you. You turn to face Harry so you can take your drink from his hand as the woman takes the hint and walks a few feet in front of you towards the spot of empty grass so she can watch the rest of the show from there.

“God I can’t leave you alone for a minute before people are literally pushing themselves on you.”

“I didn’t think she’d be that pushy when she asked if she could stand next to me.” You just give him a playful glare as you take a sip of your drink while he rests his free hand on your hip.

“Did you hear her say we? As if you two were together? I could’ve-”

“You and me is the only we I want to be apart of baby don’t worry.” He reassures you with a smile as he pulls you closer to him. You feel your cheeks get warm at his cheesy line but he knows you love them. “I love you.” You smile as he leans down so he can place a kiss to your lips, enjoying the way they have a slight sweetness to them from your drink.

“I love you too.” You whisper as you pull away, Harry grins at how good the words sound leaving your mouth, even after he’s heard you say the same phrase over and over again he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it. With one more quick peck to your lips he gives your hip a little squeeze before you turn around and back up until your back is flush with his front, making sure his hold on you is firm as the two of you continue to watch the band play some of your favorite songs with no more interruptions from people trying to get too close to him.

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Broken cycles and fixed bonds (Part 1)

Leaning against the railing of the airship, shirt billowing in the breeze, it was calming and peaceful.  “I’m nervous” Jinx chuckled, shrinking into herself.  “There’s no need to be trinket” Y/N sends a reassuring smile to the blue haired woman.  “I know it’s been a couple of years but I’m positive your sister will be happy to see you”  she lifts a hand to caress Jinx’s cold cheek.  “You really think so toots?” Jinx leans into Y/N’s touch, savouring the feeling of her warmth.  “You’ve come a long way from where you were”  Y/N continues, pulling Jinx into her waiting arms, placing a kiss to her head as Jinx nuzzles her face into her lover’s chest. 

“I hope you’re right” Jinx’s words muffled in Y/N’s chest, savouring her warmth provided in the freezing wind.  No words are needed after, Y/N simply comforting her girlfriend as they head to Piltover. 

A lot had changed since then, since Jinx had fled the city to start over.  For one she healed, gone were the voices and hallucinations, the pain and suffering, all of it left behind.   Jinx had grown into the woman she had meant to be albeit a gruesome journey but one she took in stride. 

A lot had changed for the better, shockingly enough one of those changes were her fashion style.  Gone were the mangled scraps of clothing she wore, now she adorned a more formal style, her hair now long enough to tie back into a neat ponytail.  It was a change she hated at first but knew it was a step forward in her healing journey, as sad as it was to see her signature look go.

As the airship soared through the skies nearing the city she hadn’t seen in three years, her nerves began to bubble over, tightly clinging to Y/N’s shirt to ground herself.  Noticing the slight change in her breathing Y/N pulls Jinx further into her embrace, allowing her larger body to completely encompass the nervous woman.

After some time Y/N pulls slightly away from Jinx, her hand guiding her chin up so their gazes meet, “Everything is going to be alright, I’m right here trinket” Y/N’s voice soothing her ever so slightly, with that she leans down to capture her blue haired beauty’s lips in a soft, tender kiss, pouring her emotions into it.  Jinx can’t help but melt at the feeling, she knew Y/N was right, but she just can’t shake the feeling of uncertainty.  What is Vi didn’t want to see her?  What if she was better off without her?

Pulling away from the kiss the couple lean their foreheads together as they melt in each other’s touch.  “I can feel you overthinking” Y/N chuckles before placing a kiss to Jinx’s forehead.  “Relax love, we’re here”  with that the airship begins it’s decent to the docks of Piltover, the sight of the sprawling metropolis sent a pang of nostalgia through her.

Once the ship docked Jinx seemed to freeze, her nerves getting the better of her.  “Hey, you okay?”  Y/N’s voice just as gentle as her hands that softly trail up and down Jinx’s arms.   The blue haired girl could do nothing but nod, eyes glossing over as Y/N pulls her in.  “I’ve got you, you can do this”  her words relax the rigid and scared woman. 

Letting Jinx relax and gather her thoughts for a minute before taking her hands in her own, “Ready?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with encouragement.  “Ready as I’ll ever be” Jinx whispers with a small smile.  Grabbing their bags the two women step off the ship hand in hand and manoeuvrer into the bustling streets of Piltover.

As the pair walk through the busy streets Y/N can’t help but feel a pang in her heart, she had yet to tell Jinx of her history with the city.  A now energetic Jinx quickly let go of Y/N’s hand and makes her way over to an enforcer nearby, she was out of earshot leaving a confused Y/N in her wake however she took the time to reminisce about her past and family, wondering if they would still remember her.    

“Come on Toots, this way!”  Jinx’s excitement broke Y/N out of her trance as she is hastily dragged through the street, her brows furrowing as she recognised the familiar path, noticing it was leading her straight to the Kiramman mansion, however she says nothing, allowing her girlfriend to pull her along.

Y/N’s heart drops as they approach the front door, perhaps her family no longer resided her, left the city to live a better life.  “we’re here!” although excited Jinx’s nervousness is easily heard as she wipes her sweaty palms against her pants before knocking. 

Not even a minute later a pink haired woman with a tattoo under her eyes answers the door, her muscular body clad in an enforcer uniform.  “Ye-“ her words caught in her throat with a hitch, eyes growing wide in shock.  “Hiya sis” Jinx waves cutely whilst rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.  “J-Jinx? Is t-that really you?”  the woman’s voice wavers as tears well in her eyes.  

“It’s me sis”  Jinx whispers becoming extremely conscious of her surroundings, her heart racing in anticipation.  Slowly the woman’s hand reached out, carefully cupping Jinx’s cheek as if to confirm that she was really standing in front of her, “Are you real?” tears slip from her eyes, Jinx leans into the touch to assure her, “It’s me Vi, I’m here” with that the woman now know as Vi pulls Jinx in for a tight hug, the sisters sobbing into each other. “I thought I lost you” Vi’s voice trembling as her arms tighten around her sister.

Y/N realising that  it’s a private and delicate moment not meant for prying eyes manages to manoeuvre the sisters through the door whilst still tightly wrapped in each other’s arms.  She shuts the door and stands to the side, happy her girlfriend can finally have her happy ending. 

Once the two pull away from each other, tears still streaming down their cheeks, Jinx grabs Y/N’s hand, dragging her closer.  “Vi this is Y/N, my girlfriend and Y/N my sister, Vi” Jinx excitedly introduces the two, bouncing up and down like a toddler spiked on sugar. The woman looks strangely familiar to Vi however she can’t place from where.

Vi steps forward trying to size up the woman who is clearly taller than her and almost double her size in muscle.  “Hello, it’s finally nice to put a face to the name”  Y/N stretches out her hand with a kind smile, a hint of a British accent coming through.  Vi nods as she continues to examine the woman, the accent, her features, the way she carried herself, she looked so familiar that it intrigued Vi.

Taking the offered hand in her own, “wish I could say the same” Vi’s words hold no venom as she accepts the handshake, curiosity blazing within.  She can’t sake the feeling she has seen Y/N before.  “We have so much to catch up on” Jinx luckily saves the awkward stares shared between Vi and Y/N.  “That we do”  Vi turns to her sister with a smile, gesturing the two to follow her.  The three make their way to a small living room, green chairs surrounding a fireplace, a small table between the two. 

Vi had left and returned with a tray of tea for settling herself on the table in front of her sister leaving Y/N to take residence in the other chair as the two began to catch up.  Y/N doesn’t follow their conversation, rather she sits idly by and admires her girlfriend over the brim of her cup, Jinx turning t meet her gaze every few minutes, something Vi did not miss.

Just as they were deep in conversation Y/N’s sharp ears hear the front door open and close, footsteps leading into the house.  “I’m home my love” a familiar voice shouts through the house causing Y/N to freeze, her breathing picking up ever so slightly.

Recognising the voice Jinx smirks at her sister, the two conversing without saying a word as Jinx nudged her whilst wiggling her brows suggestively causing Vi to flush a crimson colour.  “I’m making tea, would you like some?” the same voice shouts leaving Y/N’s mind reeling.  “I’m good love” Vi responds whilst Jinx continues to tease her.  Footsteps are heard leading closer to them and entering the room, however Y/N is unable to see said intruder, sitting in the chair with the back facing the door.

“Oh I didn’t realise we had guests, my apolog- Jinx?” The familiar voice stops mid-sentence as the sisters stand up together.  “Hiya cupcake” Jinx greets with a teasing wave earning a nudge to the ribs from Vi. 

Whilst the being to converse Y/N silently hyperventilates, the voice, that oh so familiar voice paired with the house that was that was also familiar to her.  “And who else do we have here?” the voice is soft, almost as soft as how Y/N remembers.  Slowly Y/N stands up and turns around facing the one person she thought she wouldn’t ever see again.

There she stood, Caitlyn Kiramman, she still looks the same as when Y/N had last seen her albeit older now.  Caitlyn drops her tea cup in utter shock alerting everyone who worriedly looked at her, “Y-Y/N?” her voice shaking with uncertainty.  Y/N just stood there much calmer on the outside,

“Been a minute, sister”

Part 2