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angelsleepinggurl · 3 months ago

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𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. stepping into your early twenties you move to live on your own. A couple months later you're surprised when family man Miguel O'Hara moves next door. How do you manage to get this sex symbol into your sheets?

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tags . miguel o hara x reader.miguel o hara x reader smut. all characters are 18+ years old. alternative au. non spiderman au. family man Miguel. dad Miguel. husband Miguel. swearing, cunnilingus, praise kink, blowjobs, phone sex, masturbation, shower sex, squirting. age gap. 18+ mdni!

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : your girl by lana del rey

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June 21st

You remember it clear as day. June 21st when they moved in. You’d just come back from practice and you were about to head downstairs to check for any mail when you saw it go down. The moving van pulled onto the street, tailed by a red family-sized car. Curiously you peer out of your bedroom window. Out stepped a tan middle-aged woman in a floral sun dress and a woven hat. A girl with her hair in pigtails and a lollipop in her sticky little hands. Then came him.

Him in all his beautiful glory. Him in his staggering height and muscular frame. His hair dark, curly, unruly falls against his well-defined cheekbones and, further highlighting his strong jawline. Just his appearance alone has put you in a trance, you’re glued to your window and you daren’t leave until he disappears from your sight. Even the way in which he moves speaks volumes about the silent authority that he carries.

July 1st

Temperatures rise gradually, and clothes get skimpier, at least yours do. But it’s all part of your plan. With a couple of failed attempts at making cookies, you’d finally nailed it, once your friend did it for you. You arrange them neatly on a plate, trying to ignore the little voice in your head that questions your motives. But you’ve already decided, and there is no turning back now. You let yourself in by opening his front gate, before closing it behind you, walking down the grassy lawn and in front of his door. The soft click of it closing behind you sounds like a finality as if crossing an invisible line.

You can feel your heart in your mouth. Tempering with a family man, you were up to no good, but you can’t help that you wanna have a little fun and see what you can do. A couple knocks on their door and you don’t wait long before the door opens, revealing the little girl and woman previously.

Fuck. Not who you wanted to see.

“Hi.” you greet cheerfully, hiding your disappointment behind a friendly facade. “I’ve noticed you guys have moved in next door, I’m Y/N and I wanted to give you these cookies as a welcome gift.” The woman smiles a warm smile in gratefulness and her child seems to be eagerly staring the plate of goodies down.

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate this, It’s so nice to see a friendly face out here.” she chuckles, pulling her child’s head close to her and stroking her dark hair.

You nod, your smile widening as you make small talk, though your mind is still on him. “It’s hard to get these guys to open up, takes a while, but I didn’t want y’all to have a bad impression of the area and I'm sure you’ll all love it here. Especially you.” you say, pointing to the child, who shyly turns away from you.

“Gabriel saluda a la simpática dama.” her mother gently prompts her and the little girl mutters a quiet welcome. For a brief moment, guilt twists in your stomach. This woman, her child—they’re kind and welcoming, and they see you as nothing more than a friendly neighbour. But the guilt is fleeting, replaced by a sense of determination. He’s set, devoted, maybe—but how devoted?

“She’s so precious.” you coo.

Sure, part of you feels bad, the man has a wife and a kid. He’s set and devoted, but you want to test the waters and see how devoted he is. So when they invite you to a barbeque night for the 4th, you seize your chance. Because while part of you knows this might be wrong, another part of you is already imagining what might happen if he looks at you just a little too long, if his smile lingers just a little too much.

The game has begun, and you’re ready to see just how far you can push it.

4th July.

The day tumbles into night dragging along its excitement and heat of the sun-soaked hours before into the darkening, night. Dense smoke from the barbecue rises slowly, curling and rolling into the night sky, wrapping itself around the gathering like a veil. It’s almost as if a hazy filter has been cast over the whole series of event, from the moment you step foot into their garden to the moment he offers you a drink. You can feel it—this strange, heady mix of anticipation and tension His significantly larger hand over the cool glass bottle, mimicking your cold sweat.

You take the drink from him, swinging it to your lips, feeling some of it trickle past your mouth and down your chin. A practised thumb swipes over it as your eyes reunite with his. “Thanks for introducing yourself to my wife. ” he thanks you, breaking the silence between the both of you- finally. “She really appreciates it and she’s glad you pointed out places for our Gabriel to play.” he finishes, eyes pulling away from the distance and back down to you.

“It’s nothing, don’t think anything of it.” now it’s your turn to look off into the distance, soaking in the scenery of others gathered near the table of roasted food. Their laughter mingling with the music that drifts from the speakers filling up the night. You’re unsure of when, but there is an eager flame dancing in a corner, adding a subconscious thrill to this gathering. The couple seem to have invited friends and family members and you start to feel a little out of place, like a fish out of water.

“Didn’t catch you name by the way?” he asks, widening his current stance, flexible in the subconscious hierarchy.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

“Well, Y/N, you’re always welcome here, drop by if you need anything, we’d love seeing your face around.” perhaps it’s pure delusion or mere obsession with fantasy, but the tonality of his voice is hinting towards something. Towards something deeper and secretive than what the world has to know. Before you can thank him for his kind gesture, you’re interrupted by Gabriel running towards her father screaming “Daddy!”, and hugging his leg fondly.

Of course. You remember your place in this scenario. You’re simply their neighbour, nothing more, nothing less. You see it in his eyes as he bends down to pick up his daughter, his expression softening as he sways with her in his arms. He apologises to you, saying he has to leave for a moment. And you're alone again, placing the bottle to your lips once more.

And your heart shifts uncomfortably when the couple stands together to make an announcement, his arm wrapped around her waist comfortably,of course. As if she belongs there, and she does. You see where you stand in this.

10th July

You like to keep yourself busy when you aren’t drowned in school work, practising or doing your

part-time job and you accomplish that by journeys to the club with your friend, never intending to stay long or do anything of an impact, so this night when a new fellow accompanies you back home, you’re left with the tough decision of rejecting his advances.

“I’ve got a busy day tomorrow. “ you explain, leaning against your car, not entertaining his attempts.

“Well I can be quick baby, in and out.” he pleads, his voice slurring slightly as he leans closer, his hand resting on the hood of your car. The stench of alcohol clings to him, and you can tell by the way he’s using your car as a crutch that he’s far too intoxicated to be thinking straight. You sigh inwardly, already knowing this is going nowhere.

“I don’t like sloppy hurried work, I’d want for you to take care with me.” You explain, glancing at your nails bored, waiting for him to tire himself out and head home, so you can head to bed.

“I won’t be sloppy baby, promiseee.” he whines, his voice taking on a childlike quality that makes your skin crawl. The desperation in his tone only solidifies your resolve. This is exactly why you’re drawn to older men—men who know what they want and don’t need to beg or plead for attention. Men like him.

Almost as if on cue, out walks the man, his hair failing in front of his fair, this time much more unkept and messier than usual. Curious eyes observe his frame hidden under the loose-fitting shirt he’s wearing. The sound of the guy next to you complaining and begging again perks his attention and when he lifts his head to peak at the commotion he makes eye contact with you. There’s a certain satisfaction in knowing that he’s seen you, that he’s aware of your presence even in this awkward situation. your focus is elsewhere now, on the man who just drove away, leaving you with a lingering sense of longing. The night suddenly feels colder, and emptier, as you watch his taillights disappear into the distance.

23rd July

Blue skies overhead and the sun pressing down on you heavily, aggressively biting into your skin. The sun beats down relentlessly, turning your skin warm to the touch and making the air shimmer with heat. Your friends and you have hosted a pool party, to cool off and catch up. So you’re wearing your strappy swimsuit when you realise that your hose won’t turn or budge. You try with all your might but to no avail. No matter how much you twist and pull, the stubborn thing won’t budge. You put your full weight into it, your muscles straining as you give it another try, but it’s no use. The hose refuses to cooperate. Only one thing left to do.

You find yourself in front of your neighbours’ door, this time in a two piece piece swimsuit, that seems to hug you in all the right places, and the colour makes your features pop even more. You spend a couple of quick seconds adjusting the fabric only your body as finalising touches and fixing your hair, before lightly knocking on the door. It doesn’t take long before the door swings open wide, revealing a shirtless Miguel.

Bingo.

His broad chest glistens slightly with a sheen of sweat, and for a moment, you lose your train of thought. You flash a charming smile, “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could help with my hose?” you ask, your voice sweet and innocent, leaving the question hanging in the air. You can see the moment he registers your outfit, his eyes widening slightly before they travel slowly over your body, taking in every detail. It takes him a few seconds to pull his gaze back up to your eyes, and when he does, he leans casually against the doorframe, trying to play it cool.

“What hose?” he asks, his voice a little rougher than usual.

“The hose in my backyard,” you explain, your tone light. “I need it to fill up my pool.”

“Your pool huh?” his eyes keep drifting all over, he’s clearly distracted and your plan is set in motion.

“Yeah,” you continue, feigning a bit of helplessness. “I’m having a pool party with my friends, but I can’t seem to get the hose to turn on.” You pout slightly, batting your lashes at him, hoping to nudge him into coming over, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

“I can help you turn it on.”

“Great!” you exclaim, clapping your hands together, a smile on your face. You lead him to your back garden and the short journey there is filled with silence. He makes his way over the knob of the hose, effortlessly twisting it successfully, however, no water comes out.

“Oh no. Is the water broken?” you ask, lightly shaking the hose in hopes of getting a trickle of water to emerge.

“It probably needs a minute.” he explains, staring at the green hose in your hands in anticipation. The two of you wait the minute, patiently waiting for any spurts of water, but nothing.

“I guess, my water system’s broke. I’ll just call the-”

“I can help you. It’ll only take a minute, it may just be a connection issue, no need to ring them up.”

“Really? Thank you.” you gasp, ecstatic. You exaggerate your relief, letting it show in your eyes, hoping to make yourself seem more appealing, more in need of his help. Now, he’s in your territory, your domain, and you’re determined to make the most of it.

He nods and asks you to lead him to your kitchen sink. He crouches down on the ground and opens the cupboards, hands going into the darkness searching for something.

“Can I get you a drink or something?” you ask him casually, but he refuses, saying he’ll be in and out. To your disappointment. But even as he works, you can’t help but notice the little things—the way his brow furrows in concentration, the way his fingers move with precision as he checks the pipes.

Minutes pass, and though you try to make small talk, he remains focused, determined to fix the problem. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he emerges from beneath the sink, wiping his hands on a rag.

“There, that should do it,” he says, standing up and giving you a satisfied grin.

You walk back outside with him, feeling a little defeated, but as he tests the hose one more time, water suddenly gushes out, splashing onto the ground with a force that catches you off guard. You can’t help but laugh in surprise, the sound is bright and genuine.

“Well, I guess I owe you one,” you say, turning to him with a playful smile.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. Just doing my job as a good neighbor.”

But there’s something in the way he says it, in the lingering look he gives you, that makes you think this might not be the last time you find yourself needing his help.

2nd August

The days stretch on, each one hotter than the last, as the relentless sun beats down from a sky that’s perpetually clear, leaving the air thick with humidity. The heat has sapped the energy out of most people, turning every movement into an effort and leaving them sluggish, sticky, and desperate for relief. Miguel, too, feels the weight of the summer pressing down on him, the heat wrapping around him like a heavy blanket as he decides to spend his afternoon lounging on the chair in front of his house.

He’s settled in with a cold beer, the bottle sweating in his grip as he takes a long, slow sip, savouring the coolness against his lips. The golden sunlight bathes his skin, and for a moment, he lets himself relax, trying to enjoy the simple pleasure of the day. He’s asked his family to give him some space, just an hour or so to himself, away from the noise and the demands of the household. But even as he reclines back, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun, he can’t seem to shake the feeling of restlessness that’s creeping in.

The heat is relentless, and the boredom is worse. The occasional car zips by, blasting music that fades as quickly as it comes, leaving him alone with the sound of his own thoughts and the distant hum of cicadas. Irritated, Miguel lifts his sunglasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if that might alleviate the discomfort. The overstimulation of the day—the brightness, the heat, the monotonous sounds—is getting to him, and he’s on the verge of retreating inside when something catches his eye.

His gaze drifts across the yard, past the sidewalk, and up to the window of the house next door—your window. His breath hitches slightly as he sees you there, your bedroom window wide open, allowing the summer breeze to flow in and caress your skin. You’re standing in the middle of the room, bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon, and you’re slowly, deliberately, peeling off your clothes. One item at a time.

Miguel’s grip on the beer bottle tightens as he watches, his heart beating a little faster. You’re completely unaware of his gaze, lost in your own world as you remove each piece of clothing with a languid, almost sensual grace. Your movements are slow, unhurried as if you’re savouring the act of shedding the layers, of freeing yourself from the constriction of fabric. Each piece falls to the floor in a soft heap, and with every discarded item, more of your skin is revealed, glowing in the warm light.

He’s hooked, his eyes fixed on you, unable to look away. There’s something hypnotic about the way you move, the way you seem to bask in the sunlight pouring through your window, your eyes closed in what looks like pure bliss. It’s as if you’re performing a private dance, one meant only for yourself, and yet here he is, captivated by every second of it. The way you twirl in front of the mirror, the sunlight catching on the curves of your body, makes his pulse quicken. He watches, entranced, as you take a moment to admire your reflection, your fingers trailing over your own skin, before you disappear from view, leaving him breathless.

For a moment, Miguel just sits there, his body tense, his mind racing. The image of you, so free, so unguarded, is burned into his memory, and he knows it’s something he’ll replay over and over again in his mind. He tries to shake it off, to convince himself that it was nothing, just a fleeting moment—but the truth is, he’s in awe. He can’t believe what he just saw, and yet he can’t let it go.

He refuses to lay back down, to pretend as if nothing happened. His heart is still pounding, his skin tingling with the remnants of the sun’s heat and something else, something far more dangerous. He sits up, wide-eyed, replaying the scene in his mind, letting it linger. There’s no escaping it now. The image of you bathed in sunlight, every movement deliberate and intoxicating, will haunt him. It’s a secret he’ll keep, a memory he’ll revisit again and again, long after the sun has set and the heat of the day has finally faded.

5th August

Adulting means spending heaps of money on things which you’d rather not, like new appliances. You start to wonder where the money goes after, and why so much of it goes too. Today is one of those days. After making a painful dent in your bank account on a new appliance, you finally pull into your driveway, the stifling heat inside your car practically cooking you alive. The summer sun has turned your vehicle into an oven, and as you open the door, a wave of heat rolls out, making the sweltering air outside almost feel cool in comparison.

With a sigh, you climb out, your body already slick with sweat. You circle to the passenger side, pulling open the door to retrieve the heavy cardboard box that holds your new purchase. The weight of it nearly sends you toppling over, and you grimace as you try to get a better grip. The box is bulky and awkward, the edges digging into your arms as you begin the slow, torturous journey to your front door.

Every step feels like a challenge as the heat presses down on you, sweat trickling down your back. You’re already dreading the short walk, and as you glance at the distance between your car and your front door, you can feel the sweat start to gather at your hairline, your muscles straining under the weight. With another heave, you start to shuffle forward, side-stepping to keep the box balanced, your arms already burning from the effort.

Just when you think you might have to drop the box and rest, a familiar gruff voice cuts through the oppressive heat.

“Need some help with that?”

You look up to see Miguel, your neighbour, stepping out of his car. His timing is impeccable as if he appeared just when you were about to collapse under the weight of the box.

“I saw you coming out and thought you might need a little help,” he says, his tone casual, but there's a hint of concern in his eyes as he takes in your struggle.

You can’t help but tease him a little, despite the sweat dripping down your face. “Why? Don’t you think I can do it on my own?”

He doesn’t seem to catch the playful tone in your voice, instead taking your words at face value. “No, it’s just that you’re bent over double and practically becoming best friends with the ground with how far down you’re crouching.”

“Ouch,” you reply with a mock wince.

“Sorry,” he says, though there’s a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I mean, if you don’t mind, I would appreciate the help.”

Without another word, Miguel steps forward and effortlessly lifts the box from your hands, making it look as light as a feather. You can’t help but feel a little envious of his strength as he carries it with ease toward your front door. You quickly rush ahead to open the door for him, grateful for the assistance.

“Where do you want this?” he asks as he steps inside, the cool air from the house hitting his face.

“Just on that countertop will do, thanks,” you reply, pointing to the kitchen.

Miguel sets the box down carefully, and before you can even think to ask, he’s already heading back to your car to grab the remaining items. He makes a couple more trips, hauling the heavy boxes as if they weigh nothing, and your mind can’t help but fawn over his effortless strength. There’s something undeniably attractive about the way he moves, the way his muscles flex as he carries each load inside without breaking a sweat.

With the last of the boxes shuffled onto the countertop, Miguel turns to leave, but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.

“Hey, would you like something to drink? It’s the least I can do to thank you,” you offer, flashing him a grateful smile.

He hesitates for a moment, but then he nods, a smile softening his features. “Sure, why not?”

You grab a couple of beers from the fridge, handing one to Miguel as the two of you make your way outside to the backyard. You find a spot on the steps, settling down side by side as he gulps down the cool drink, clearly appreciating the refreshment after the heavy lifting.

“You old enough to be having this beer?” Miguel asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“It’s not mine,” you quickly explain, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. “A friend left it over.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying your explanation entirely. “How old are you then?”

“Twenty,” you reply, your voice steady, though you can’t help but feel a bit exposed by the question.

“Right,” he says, his tone neutral, but you can sense the wheels turning in his mind.

The age gap between you is significant, but oddly enough, it doesn’t seem to bother him. Not at all. In fact, there’s a certain tension in the air, a silent understanding that something unspoken hangs between you both. The way he looks at you, the way he’s been lingering a little longer than necessary—there’s something there, something neither of you has acknowledged yet, but it’s growing stronger with every passing moment.

“You know,” he begins, his voice low and smooth, “you’re pretty resourceful, handling all this on your own. But if you ever need help again... you know where to find me.”

His words linger in the air, heavy with implication, and you feel a shiver run down your spine despite the lingering heat of the day.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reply, your voice soft, almost a whisper.

Miguel stands, his eyes never leaving yours as he steps away, but there’s a promise in his gaze, something unspoken that leaves you feeling warm and slightly breathless.

10th August

It’s late when he’s in your car round the corner of your street. The outside world is still- void of movement. The only two being existing are the both of you. Concealed under the inky blackness of the night, that its shade has to conceal. It's thrilling, almost like a sparkler on your touch, ready to crackle at any moment. The moonlight basks him nicely, highlighting his masculine and broody features, and capturing his captivating essence. His dark curls run past his deep eyes that call to you from the other side. His lips, which lick themselves with sin, are ready to taint yours too. You’re finding it harder and harder to contain yourself.

The lights of the streets, aligned perfectly, flicker and twinkle before you, igniting your motives even more. Even the distance between the both of you is electrifying, scared that one singular brush of a finger or shared gaze between each other would cause worlds to collide and collapse. His deep chuckle, fills the small car, snapping back into the present moment. It’s like your body has a mind of its own the way your fingers retract when he calls your name. This is dangerous territory. The scene set up for you is seductive and alluring.

“You got a boyfriend?” he asks you, his gaze ever so slowly rising from the edge of your car seat into your calling eyes, and he holds it. He freezes time by holding the connection.

“No.” you crack a smirk, your fingers playfully dancing on the centre console, keeping your tone light and flirty, your soft voice barely coming out above a whisper, drawing him in.

“Really? A girl like you doesn’t have one? That’s new.” he replies, looking ahead of him, the curls atop of his head tickling the roof of your car, further highlighting his enormous build.

“A girl like me? What does that mean?” Every sentence shared between the two of you is mere foreplay and the both of you know it. It’s sick. Every syllable spoken is dragged out slowly and stretched by rising smirks.

“You know, a pretty girl.” he’s smiling at your reaction, your failed attempt of muffling the smile spreading across your face and the heat rising through your core to your face.

You’re charmed, “You think I’m a pretty girl?” you ask, a twinkle in your eyes.

“Very.” he responds, the both of you staring at each other’s lips, imaging each other’s flavour and the way you both taste. Not a sound passes through the vehicle, it’s deadly silent, the only sound is the ringing of your own heartbeat in your head, a signal of your misbehaving.

“Well,” you start off, your voice as thick as honey, eyes latched unto his lips. “I’ve never had a older boyfriend before.”

“Oh yeah?” it is slow and reverberating when he says that.

“I bet he would treat me so good, and look after me real well. Don’t you?” you play with your lips between your teeth, biting and tugging playfully.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a younger girl under my care. But I assume, he’d treat you real good. Who ever he may be be.”

You hum, “How good? Tell me.”

“He’d make you feel things you’ve never felt before, make you see things you’ve never seen before, give you the attention you deserve.” his voice is low and grungy, he’s falling into your stick trap and you love it. You fail to realise the distance between the both of you diminishing, faces drawn closer and closer.

“Sounds good to me. Such a shame there isn’t a hunky older man to teach me these new things.” you’re whispering now. “Would you show me, Mr O’Hara?” The temptation. The beginning of his fall. You. Teasing him shamelessly in your car, you're displaying faux innocence, dripping in arousal. The use of the formality, ‘Mr O’Hara’ a name to which you’ve never referred him, flips the switch from within him.

Your lips crash unto his, finally bridging the distance between the both you. The kiss is fiery and hot, when your lips tangle with each other, breathing each other in, from the sheer desperation in the kiss. Sounds of lips smacking fill up the car very quickly, and the taste of faint liquor coats his lips, it's intoxicating and you’re reeling. His hand wastes no time cupping your face, holding you close to him. Finger’s nestle in his curly dark locks and the kiss deepens.

The only time the both of you separate is for air, gasping quickly as you pant for air, resting your forehead on his, and keeping him close by keeping your fingers interlocked in his hair.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” he breathes out, refusing to look up at you, knowing he’ll fall for the trap again.

“I know but you know you want to. It feels so right, doesn’t it?” you’re breathless and your lips have darkened in colour slightly, appearing rosier and more tempting.

“Fuck kid, the things you do to me.” he groans and he dives in again.

17th August

“Ngh- fuck.” you’re crying out as he thrusts into you mercilessly, drilling you deeper and deeper into your sheets. You're writhing and wriggling under his weighted grasp, as he uses one firm hand to pin your wrists above your head. Hair clings to your face, as you’re worked up by the intense pleasure. Back arching off the mattress as one stroke out the other’s seems to hit you just right, causing an involuntary reaction. Miguel is living for this, his eyes trained on your every move and shift, his ears memorising every one of your whimpers and cries. He’s relentless.

“Being such a good girl f’ me y’know that?” he says, his curls in disarray from the strenuous act, clinging to his forehead, his abs glistening in the sheen layering of sweat, from his dedication to making you feel like heaven. “You look so pretty like this princesa. Tan bonita. “

You’re fevershingly rolling and grinding your hips against him, eager and desperate for a sweet release. “Hold on, patience,” he growls, focused on getting you to cream all over him regardless. He can picture it now, your trembling figure spewing out a hot burst of yours and his warm white cum, making a mess of yourself. The thought of it alone nearly sends him over the edge.

“’ M gonna come Miggy.” you mewl out, toes curling from the heightened anticipation. You’re dripping and drenched. It’s absolutely filthy. From the moment you invited them into your home and tolerated the incessant foreplay, you’ve been needy and begging to feel him, to get a piece of him. So the moment when those lace panties came off, the man was met with a glistening, slick cunt, which is now responsible for the soppy sounds filling up the room. The sounds of your arousal. He’d call you a bad girl, for thinking of him so naughtily to get your pussy so needy, but he isn’t as innocent either.

“I know baby, I know, just hold out f’me, kay.”

“Fuuuckk.” tears are running down your cheek when Miguel lifts up of your legs, placing it over his broad shoulders. Your head falls back in pure bliss.

“Looks like we got a dirty mouth on our case. You’re gonna have to open wide for me.” he instructs and like a puppet you obey, opening your mouth more waiting for his thick fingers to invade. You’re slobbering all over the shamelessly, making eye contact with him as he ruts into you. “What a messy girl, is this how you behave when you get fucked, hmm?” his movement and sharper and faster and your body is limp, mind fogged. You forget to respond to him, too dicked dumb to do so.

“I asked you a question, you’re gonna fucking answer, is this how you act when you get fucked? Huh, princess? Like a sloppy slut? Or is it just with me?” you nod lazily in response, still moaning over the fingers in your mouth. Your eyes go wide when you feel yourself tightening, your walls gummy hot walls clamping down on him harder. Miguel removes his fingers from your mouth and his hand from your wrists, freeing them, his hands slipping down to your hips.

You can’t even scream about about your close approach because he can feel it and it's fast coming.

“Wanna come Miggy. Wanna feel so good.”

“Want me to make you feel good? Wanna come.”

“Yes, please,please,please,please.” you’re screaming and chanting ‘please’ as you feel your high incoming, and arch your back even further.

“Cum baby, come all over.” you screw your eyes tight as the knot in your stomach finally breaks and you’re cumming. With a couple of thrusts, Miguel follows soon after, his groans and your moans mixing together in the room. His dick is coated in a creamy white, leaving a ring around his base. You’re twitching as you come down from your high, gasping and trying to catch your breath.

With a soft kiss on your forehead, he congratulates you, “Did so good baby.”

23rd August

Sounds of the conscient stream of water fill up the soundscape of the bathroom, hot water, rushing down your back as you’re pressed against the wall, bent over for Miguel and his thick cock. You’ve got no stable supports, and your fingers are slipping off the wet wall, as you try to grip anything for support. It was a mistake for you to drag him along with you into the shower. What were you thinking? Expecting for him to remain composed upon seeing you all when and soapy, no chance. That’s how you find yourself screaming out his name as he places his large hands on your hips, using them to pummel you.

Beirfely, you turn to look back at him. A man on a mission, focused on your ass jiggling repetitively, it was hypnotizing.

“Go slower, slower.” you plead, dreading cumming early, having all of this fade so fast. But of course, the man refuses to listen to you, instead speeding up. Your words are cut off when he reaches deep, feeling as if he’s brushing against your cervix. You drop your head, your mouth following and you scream silently, thanking the Lord above for this blessing of man. One of his hands runs up your back, his thumb slowly stroking it. Bouncing back on his dick, your hips push back every time he pushes in, making you go dizzy.

“Atta girl, just like that, you eager to come on my dick huh?” he says lowly. You’re biting your lip as you nod, that is all you can think about. Your back arches as he speeds up, clenching down on him, warm walls giving him a tight squeeze, making him drop his head back as he lets out a low guttural groan.

“Fuck you’re sexy. Think you can come for me?” Not much else is aid when after three more strokes you're crying out his name, sounding like a sweet melody in his ears.

24th August

“Nice and slow princess, you sure you can handle it?” you’re gargling around his thick cock as he pushes your head down, forcing you to take him all. Making a mess as your saliva coats and lubes his hard-on. Your eyes are shut tight and your hands are gripping his thighs as he uses your hair to bob your head up and down his length. “There we go, such a pretty girl.” he coos, staring down at you, in awe at your determination and persistence to carry this through. Initially, he would’ve been fine with directing all his attention to you, but you didn’t want to seem like a quitter, you didn’t want to prove to him that you were a kid after all and he wasn’t right for you.

“You like that? Yeah, take it all in baby. Fuck” You feel a familiar heat pool in your panties, slowly dampening them. You fail to notice, that one of your hands has slipped down to soothe the building ache until he chuckles. “Don’t worry baby I haven’t forgotten about you. Gonna take real good care of you real soon.” He leans his head back, feeling his high approaching. His incessant repeating of your praise intertwined with praises of your good work seems to be working you up even more, the ache from before now developing into an urgent and deep throb. You moan, just thinking about it.

“Dirty fuckin girl.” he groans, taking his hands off your head and putting you in charge, his hand instead collecting all your hair. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head up and down, turning it to the side occasionally to sensually glide your tongue up his length, maintaining eye contact with him through watery eyes. “Fuck princess.” he groans. “ Want me to cum all over your face princess?” you moan in agreeance, feeling yourself throb in anticipation.

He hisses before pulling out of your mouth at the last minute, helping himself by finishing with a couple of strokes from his own hand. “Open wide baby.” You stick out your tongue ready, and hot spurts of coming land on your face, some coating your awaiting tongue too.

“Fuck you look good like this.”

26th August

You would say that you’re surprised that this man is a master pussy eater, but you’d be lying. He has successfully proven numerous times that he’s simply a sex god. So when your fingers are pulling on his hair for dear life, he isn’t surprised. With every flick of his tongue over your sensitive clit, you’re rolling your hips, getting his nose to nudge against your clit too in the mix. “Can’t go anymore, baby.”

“Why not, just wanna see you cum all over again, you look so perfect when you do it.”

His tongue laps over your sensitive bud again, slurping up and collecting all your juices and you’re crying from the intense pleasure wriggling and writhing again.

“So good.” you groan, leaning your head back and falling into the pleasure, letting it consume you. His hands are grabbing your thighs forcefully whilst his thumb is simultaneously grazing the flesh. He’s passionately making out against your soaked cunt, not minding that you’re dripping unto his chin. He loves it.

“Wait, wait, I’m gonna come, ‘M gonna come, gonna come.” you tell him too late, because when you do, you’re not creaming like you usually do, but instead a clear liquid sprays out. Everywhere.

“Well, you may you didn’t come, but you definitely squirted.”

28th August

“Rub that pretty pussy for me. Just like that.” his voice says through the phone, watching intently as your fingers repetitively circle over your clit, your speed slow and teasing, you bite your lips to suppress your moans, your drenched hole fluttering around nothing. Miguel has finally got himself a free house, but his wife’s suspicions are arising, not towards the two of you, but towards Miguel’s new sneaking out habit and leaving the house more than he usually would. Usually, you would feel bad for the mother, getting neglected by her husband and watching him distance himself from her, leaving the burden of their child unto her, but you were having too much fun with his married man. With the way he fucks you, and holds you and whispers dirty things in your ear- tainting your innocence. Your head is reeling from all this new attention, so you don’t think you’ll stop anytime soon.

“Fuck.” a soft groan comes from his side as he watches you devilishly slip your finger into your warm, desperate cunt. “Did I tell you you could put you’re fingers in, huh?” Miguel on the other end is pumping himself to the sight of you, needy and depraved. No matter how many times he’s been all up in your cunt, or had your gummy walls wrap around him, he can never seem to get enough. There’s something about you that pulls him back, you’re not just some option on the side for him anymore, but now more like a drug, the things you’re doing to him.

“Don’t care.” you giggle softly, pumping your fingers at a faster pace, rolling your head to the side. “I’m horny and you’re not here to do anything about it.”

“Watch it. We’ll see what I’ll do when I get back.”

You arch your back as your fingers finally graze your G spot, causing you to moan out. Your fingers are covered in your slick. “Wish you were here to fuck me, Miguel,” you whine, not knowing the effect this has on him. If he could, he would run out of the house take you right then and there, stuff you full of him and watch as you get fucked dumb by him. You’re teasingly moaning louder than usual to work him up, but your mind can’t help but fill with a picture of him having his way with you, fucking you rough. “ Fuck Miggy, need you right now.” you moan out, your fingers pumping into yourself faster.

“Maybe if you come all of those pretty fingers I might consider it.”

“Mmhg shit, I can come for you, I can come real hard.” you put your other hand to good use, to circle your clit, the feeling immediately increasing my tenfold, now you’re really crying out, head getting clouded by pure lust and the urge to reach your high.” With a few more pumps and circles of your fingers, you release all over your fingers, laying back on your bed to catch a breath as warm cum ooze out of you.

“Come here and show me the mess you’ve made baby.” you don’t hesitate to sit up and grab your phone, angling it to reveal your white fingers. “Put em in your mouth and suck real good.” you follow his command, swirling your tongue around your fingers and sucking them clean, before taking them out of your mouth to show him the finished result. “Atta girl.”

“Look at the mess I made.” you bring your phone to your glistening cunt, absolutely covered in your arousal, your hole still leaking cum from your high, and your puffy clit.

“What a good girl.”

August 31st

The both of you knew this day would come. The last day before you returned back to college, the day where you’d have to say goodbye, but it happened all too soon. You almost wish that something, anything would happen to not have to pull you out of this situation and from the ecstasy you’re feeling. The room has picked up the scent of sex after all the rounds the both of you have endured, fucking for hours on end. The sounds of skin slapping and bed creaking has filled the room with pap, pap, pap’s. Your nails are digging into his back, definitely leaving him marked up with your scratches against his board back and he pummels into you, your body practically clinging unto him as he fuck you into oblivion.

“Gonna miss you, baby, you know that?” he says, placing gentle kisses on your hot forehead, some strands of your hair clinging to your face.

“Gonna miss you too,” you respond, pulling him closer as he reaches deeper and deeper, further and further into you. You place your lips on his neck, passionately sucking on it, with the intent of leaving a mark.

“You naughty, naughty thing, what have I told you about shit like this.” you ignore him anyway. Miguel has always had a problem with being evidenced. The last thing he wanted was for his wife to catch an accidental glimpse of it and start pointing fingers, but as this was a farewell gift, he let the scratching slide. Once successfully leave your mark, you giggle. “We’ll see who’ll be laughing in a second.”

In a second you’re moaning louder. There’s something that he’s doing that's working even better than a couple of thrusts ago, and you don’t know what it is. You thought you were already at 100% with him, but you suppose you truly underestimated him. Now he has you screaming his name, pleading and begging like prayer- music to his ears.

“Oh fuck. oh my fucking God.” One thing Miguel loves about you is how vocal you are, it fuels him, so whenever he hears your pleas to keep going or to stop because it’s too much, he carries right on. You’re high up with the way you’re being fucked, his hips rut into you and soon you’re unable to even scream out loud, all of them turning silent.

“Yeah, who's laughing now.” he chuckles, as you lay back on the bed, gripping the sheets beneath you. He takes his hand to your face, brushing the hair out of it before placing a is on your lips and you’re melting into it. The two of you don’t usually kiss, keeping it strictly to fucking, but this time it’s different, this one is different. Contradictory to his pace, you lips are slow and gentle as he savours your taste and your lips for the last time.

This truly is the end.

SEPTEMBER 1ST

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count how many times i said fuck. miguel is sooooooooo sexy oh mi god. please give this the love it deserves i acc spent ages writing this.

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mellowsadistic · 29 days ago

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Costume Changes - Part 2

The three girls looked utterly ridiculous once the witch had helped them into their new costumes. Lucy’s angel costume was, if anything, more revealing than her devil outfit, but somehow it didn’t make her feel sexy. The white dress ended at her mid-thighs, and her pull-ups were just about visible through the semi-transparent fabric. The outline of her breasts were obvious too, and her nipples poked tents in the silky material, leaving no doubt that the innocent little angel was actually a fully grown woman. The wings and halo were added absurdities. She was almost jealous of what Amber got to wear.

The sensible librarian outfit was no more. In its place, Amber wore a skimpy schoolgirl costume. It had a short tartan skirt and a white blouse that tied in a knot under her breasts, which, Lucy noticed for the first time, were much larger than she’d expected. The bra that had kept them contained lay discarded on the floor, along with Amber’s plain white knickers. In place of her adult underwear, the frightened young woman wore childish My Little Pony panties. The witch had also gone to the trouble of turning her practical ponytail into two adorable pigtails sticking out of either side of her head like handlebars.

Candace had it worst. Her beautiful queen’s dress, commissioned at a high price with Daddy’s money just for tonight, lay crumpled in a heap on the floor along with her crown. Her new outfit was decidedly different. It was bright pink, and much cheaper-looking. The dress had a plasticky sheen to it, sequins dotted the collar and sleeves, and the skirt sparkled with glitter. Unlike her elegant blue gown, its flouncy hem barely reached past her waist, leaving her bulky, adult-sized Pampers on full display. They bulged between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and forcing her to stand slightly bow-legged. A plastic tiara sat on her head.

“Perfect!” the witch announced, looking them over with a pleased expression. “Isn’t that better? Now you can have some sweeties!”

“We don’t want sweets!” Lucy blurted, finding her courage. “Just let us go! Look, we’re sorry about tp’ing your house, okay?” She tried to take off her halo headband and throw it to the floor, but her hands wouldn’t obey her. She stomped her foot in frustration. “It was just a joke! It’s part of Halloween!”

The witch smiled. “And so it this, little one. Just because it’s Halloween, it doesn’t mean your actions don’t have consequences. If you play a trick on a witch, it’s only fair that she plays one on you in return.”

“You’re not a witch,” said Amber firmly. She too seemed to have found her voice. She adjusted her glasses and looked at the woman with a resolute look in her eyes. “There must have been something in the garden,” she said confidently. “Pressure sensors in the grass that released some kind of chemical to make us highly susceptible. I’m sure it’s nothing the police would have difficulty finding. So how about this – you let us go, and we promise not to press charges.”

The witch chuckled. “What an imagination you have, sweetie! But I’m afraid it’s just plain old magic.”

“If it’s magic, why can’t you just snap your fingers and make all the toilet paper disappear?” Candace demanded.

“It doesn’t work like that, baby,” she cooed. “But I’ll get it tidied up somehow. Don’t you worry. I know you’re far too little to clean up your own messes.”

“I can…” Candace hesitated. “I can arrange for someone come and clean it up if you let us go,” she finished, snobbishly.

The witch sighed. “I can see just changing your costumes wasn’t enough,” she said, shaking her head. “The three of you need some help acting the part as well.” Before they could say another word, she’d walked past and tapped each of them in the middle of their foreheads.

Lucy felt a strange tingling sensation start in her head, and Amber let out a gasp.

“What are you doing to me?” Candace squealed, clutching her own head.

“Just giving you some new behaviours,” said the witch. “Helping you be your true selves.”

Candace let out a shriek. She was staring down at her diapered crotch. The front of her white nappy was darkening, turning faintly yellow. It began to sag a little between her legs. “I’m peeing!” she cried, in a mixture of shock and disgust. “I can’t control it!”

“Of course you can’t,” the witch said happily, “You’re incontinent! Sorry, that’s quite a big word for such a silly little girl, isn’t it? It means you can’t control when you do a pee-pee or a poo-poo, so you’ll go right in your nappy just like the big baby you are. And it’s totally permanent!”

“No!” Candace screamed, looking panicked. “It can’t be!”

“I can assure you it is,” said the witch. “You’re just a silly, messy little princess now.”

“Ew, ew, ewww!” Candace cried, shifting from foot to foot as if she was trying to get away from the droopy wet Pampers dangling off her hips. “They’re awful! They’re so yucky and squishy!”

The witch let out a sweet laugh, and Lucy watched on in horror.

“Don’t, like, worry, Candy,” said Amber. “It not really, like, perma… permane… for forever. It’s just, ummm, ‘cause you’ve been drugged and stuff…” She frowned, and started to panic too. “What’s, like, wrong with me? Why can’t I talk good?”

“It’s not your fault, sweetie,” said the witch gently. “You’re just not that smart anymore. I thought you’d be better off as a bit of a dumb-dumb, so I took your intelligence away. You’re more of a high-school dropout than a college smarty-pants now. That’s forever too!”

“No!” Amber squealed, her eyes wide and terrified. “I need my smarts! That’s, like, who I am!”

“Don’t worry, silly girl,” said the witch. “A pretty thing like you doesn’t need to be smart. You’ve got your body. You’ve got your big boobies.”

“No, no, no!” Amber shook her head furiously, as if she were trying to clear it. “I, like, hate my stupid boobs! I hate it when people think I’m, like, a total bimbo just ‘cause they’re big! I’m smart! I’m a smarty-pants! Lulu, help me! I don’t wanna be a stupid schoolgirl!”

Lucy clenched her fists, fighting her fear. She didn’t yet know what the witch had done to her. But even though Candace could be stuck-up, and Amber could be a know-it-all, they were still supposed to be her friends, and if anyone was in charge of their little group, she was. “You’ve got to stop this!” she shouted at the witch. “This isn’t right! I don’t care how badly we messed up your lawn, it doesn’t mean it’s fair to do this! Undo what you’ve done and let us go!”

For half a second, a smile flashed across the witch’s face, then she put her hands on her hips and looked at her so sternly that Lucy felt a tiny bit of pee dribble into her pull-ups. “Bad girl!” the witch scolded, and Lucy was filled at once with a horrible mixture of fear and guilt. “You do not shout at Mummy, little one! We use our indoor voices when we’re indoors, young lady, unless you want to go over Mummy’s knee for a red bottom!”

Lucy soaked her Huggies. She could feel the warm pee-pee streaming into her training pants, spreading around her crotch and between her legs and even up towards her bottom, and she knew her flowers must be disappearing. She burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Mummy!” she blubbered, gasping and hiccupping. What was wrong with her?! “Please don’t spank me!” she wailed. She couldn’t help it. She could see Amber and Candace looking at her, mortified. The witch must have turned her into some kind of weak-willed, pants-wetting pansy!

The witch shushed her gently, her stern expression vanishing. “There, there, darling,” she cooed, pulling her into a cuddle. She reached and pressed her hand against the seat of Lucy’s toddler pants, feeling the heavy warmth there. “It’s okay. Mummy’s not going to spank you this time. Even though you have some problems with naughtiness, you’re Mummy’s sweet angel really, aren’t you, little one? You’re a sweet, helpless, meek little angel. And you always will be.”

“Waaaaaaah!”

“Well, I think that’s quite enough excitement for one night,” said the witch, looking over the three distraught young women with satisfaction. “We’ll have to save the trick or treat candy for tomorrow. Hopefully you’ll be better behaved by then. Alright, upstairs and ready for bed, girls! The three of you ought to be in dreamland by now in any case. It’s way past your bedtimes! But don’t worry, I’ve got lots of fun planned for tomorrow.”

#mellowsadistic

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phantomvegetable · 2 months ago

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Ghostface x Reader

deceptive devices tw’s: danny johnson, strong language, panic attacks

Danny was getting bored. Day in and day out, night after night, he was tasked with picking off little worms that gave him the same reactions every time: scream, cry, plead, beg, die; cry, scream, beg, plead, die. And so the cycle would repeat.

“Come on,” He often finds himself complaining to the empty air at night, almost like a prayer to the Entity. “Give me something new. You’re a fan of chaos, aren’t you? Let’s stir some real shit up.”

Soon, his request would be acknowledged—but not without a little coaxing.

The Entity demanded to be fed, to be satiated—and when Danny may or may not have missed his quotas more than once, punishments be damned—he knew he had gotten his way when he woke in a place that was not his home. Smirking, Danny pushed his way through the fog, brushing aside the curious observation that he was not wearing his usual ghostly attire.

It was only when he came upon a campfire surrounded by familiar, undead faces that Danny realized what was being answered was not his fantasy, but actually his worst nightmare.

A girl’s head perks up at his presence before he can even hope to slink away without being noticed, having to force an unnatural smile as more eyes fell on him from the circle. Shit.

“Oh?” The same pigtailed girl raises her brows. “A new survivor?”

“Poor bastard,” An older man sighs with a shake of his head. Danny’s blood boils with indignation, fingers twitching as if they itched for a knife that he did not currently have. He could murder this entire camp within minutes—they were the unfortunate ones, not him. “What’s yer name, kid?”

Just to get a rise out of them, Danny tried to answer with a snide “Ghostface,” but found that his own body would not let him. He fought with the spell for a good few seconds before giving up with a scowl, crossing his arms much like a child throwing a tantrum. “It’s Danny.”

“Nice to meet you, Danny,” A woman with curly hair and glasses smiles warmly at him. He curls his lip in a half-assed attempt at a returned greeting. “My name is Claudette. Over there is Meg, and this is Bill…”

She takes a painfully long time to introduce the rest of the survivors around the fire, sans a few others who were currently in trials according to Claudette. When she finishes, Danny politely asks where he can sleep, claiming to have a whopping headache, and is pointed in the direction of their tent site. He thanks them with a wry smile before abruptly turning on his heel, his face dropping into a sour expression.

This was not what he meant when he said he wanted a change, at all.

“Two can play at that game,” Danny utters under his breath, making a break for it once he’s out of sight. The fog promptly swallows him, chews him up, and spits him right back out to where he started.

So he tries again. And again, and again until Danny inevitably has to accept that he is stuck un the survivor’s camp. “What’s to stop me from killing them?” He asks the fog.

There is no reply. Danny grumbles.

For starters, he didn’t have a weapon—he’d have to swipe one off of one of the meatsacks, if they even had any. Secondly, if they decided to gang up on him and fight back, he would be seriously outnumbered…

The cons outweighed the pros, and Danny unsatisfactorily had to settle for doing nothing—for now, at least.

Deciding on a tent at random—he didn’t care whose it was—Danny slipped inside, snooping around personal belongings until sleep weighed his bones down like an old friend wanting to catch up after decades of being away. And, begrudgingly, Danny allows his eyes to close for the first time in a long, long time.

———

Something cold and wet jostles Danny from his rest a few hours later, causing him to stir with a snort. He opens his eyes to a black nose sniffing at him, followed by a brown-eyed gaze and floppy ears that perked curiously in his direction. A dog?

Danny stretches a hand out to the creature, earning a flinch and it backing up a few inches. He tries to coax it. “Shh, there, there…” It growls lowly before barking at him once. Danny cringes. “Hush, you mangy mutt..”

It barks again, tail wagging. Ugh.

A voice calls out a name—the dog’s, he supposes—which causes the canine to turn. Moments later, a head pokes through the flaps of the tent and peers down at Danny. “Oh, you’re awake.”

“Against my will…” Danny bites out bitterly. You don’t laugh.

“Well, good. Then you can tell me what the hell you’re doing in my tent.”

“Just having a little shuteye,” Danny groans as he sits up, rubbing at his face. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s slept that long—it was almost as if he was cursed to remain active at all times in this place as a killer while the human survivors were afforded all the luxury of sleeping after trials. It irks him. “And I didn’t know this was your tent. How am I supposed to know whose is whose?”

You cross your arms, eyes narrowing harshly. “If you had bothered to listen to anything Claudette told you, you would have found your tent on the other side of camp.”

“Geez, aren’t you a ray of sunshine…” Danny stands after popping his back, finally taking in your appearance. You must have been in a trial during his arrival, because he doesn’t recognize you—and he would. Fiery eyes, a cross attitude… you were just his type. Danny chuckles to himself.

“Something funny?” You raise a brow. Danny’s back to playing pretend, waving his hands dismissively.

“Sorry, it’s nothing.” He then juts his chin at the dog that woke him up, the animal now sitting on its haunches and looking up at you with its tongue lolling out. “Who’s the pooch?”

Your eyes flitter to it, then back to Danny, your feet shuffling in a way that lets him know you’re uncomfortable with the idea of giving the information away. “This is Daisy,” You introduce after a minute. “She’s my dog.”

“You don’t say,” Danny hums as he bends down to pet her. Daisy’s ears pin back before his hand touches her head, and she lets out a warning growl that has him backing off quickly. “Charming, isn’t she?” Your eyes rake him up and down.

“She doesn’t trust strangers,” You say lowly. “Especially creepy ones. And I find that she’s usually on the right track.” Danny feigns being hurt.

“You don’t even know me, Sunshine,” He juts his lip in a pout.

“That’s exactly why I don’t trust you,” You spit vehemently, jabbing a finger at his chest. “You may have the others fooled, but I know what you are.” Danny stills at that. Could you actually know?

“Oh?” He breathes, losing his playfulness. “And what would that be?” You shudder.

“I—I don’t know,” You veer, eyes flashing with momentary uncertainty. Then you’re back to a steely expression. “But what I do know is that something about you is off, and I will be watching you very closely.” Danny smirks, hackles lowering. So you didn’t know.

He leans in close, relishing in the way you recoil. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” He purrs, tone light. You push him away in disgust, stepping back to give him space to exit.

“Get out.”

He happily obliges.

———

It’s a few days before Danny’s first trial as a survivor, giving him enough time to get a feel for his new teammates. Claudette, Kate, and Mikaela are all bleeding hearts who are quick to accept him without wasting a breath. Dwight and Meg are a bit more on the fence about him, but seem more willing to give him a chance than others. Then there’s you, Jake, and Bill, who are skeptical of his easygoing nature, casting looks in his direction anytime he passed by. Danny didn’t care—he welcomed the attention. Finally, there was Ace, who didn’t seem to care much about anything. He was just happy to have another player.

“Trust me, Danny-o,” Ace says while throwing an arm around his shoulders. It takes everything in Danny not to twist and break the appendage. “I’m like a good luck charm. Stick by me, and we’re sure to win.”

“Oh, sure,” Meg snorts, rolling her eyes from where she sits on a log across from them. “Like you bring us all to victory.”

“I help!” Ace counters, sitting up. “I’m at least better than slick over there who just creeps around with her dog.” You snort.

“And whose dog was it that saved you from nearly having your legs chopped off?”

Ace sputters, unable to come up with a retort. Danny’s gaze drops to Daisy.

“Does she come into trials with us?”

“She does,” You utter without looking up, focused on the piece of wood you’re sharpening. But Danny’s itching to get your eyes on him.

“Where did you find her?” He asks, strategically pinning you with a question. You falter, glancing down at Daisy who is asleep by your feet. Finding your resolve, you go back to gliding the stone against the stick in your hands, beating Danny at his own game.

“I didn’t. Like anything else in the fog—she came to me.”

“That reminds me of how I found my guitar!” Kate chirps, bringing the group’s attention on her. She continues her story about how when she was at her lowest point of despair, she was given her instrument, and blah blah blah blah. Danny wasn’t listening—he was solely honed in on you. Were you looking for Daisy when you found her? If so, how was it that you were given something that you cared about whereas he ended up stranded amongst a group of morons? It made no sense—and, honestly, it was a bit unfair. Frowning, Danny fails to realize you’ve met his stare. You cock a brow suspiciously.

“Something bothering you?”

“No,” Danny mutters, shrugging off Ace’s arm that was still on him and standing to his feet. “I’m going to bed,” He announces before stalking off without waiting for acknowledgement. He feels your eyes piercing his back as he leaves, no longer thrilled that he is your focal point in that moment.

On his way to his tent, Danny feels a somewhat-familiar breeze that whisks him away into a trial, the Entity promptly placing him in the streets of Haddonfield that Danny recognizes instantly. He rolls his eyes, the irritation he felt from earlier starting to take the form of a headache. He sees now why survivors needed sleep so much—they were so damn fragile.

“Let’s get this over with,” Danny sighs to himself, immediately setting out to find his old friend Myers.

He passes by generators, not bothering to fix them as Danny instead sweeps the area for any sign of Michael. He tries houses, trodden gardens, and the outskirts of the woods lining the neighborhood without finding so much as a bloody footprint. Growing increasingly frustrated, Danny follows his tracks back to where he saw one of the survivors—Meg, he thinks—slinking around in one of the homes.

If he couldn’t find Myers, he would just have to use bait.

Upon his silent arrival, Meg jerks abruptly once catching sight of him, causing the generator she’s working on to implode noisily. “Jesus!” She gasps, hand over her racing heart. Danny tries to hide a cocky smirk. “What are you doing just standing there?” Meg hisses, nervously scanning behind him. “The killer could see you!”

“Oh, I’m not too worried,” Danny says nonchalantly, leaning his weight against the wall. Meg narrows her eyes, mouth opening to bark something else at him when she tenses up. Strangely enough, Danny stiffens at the same time as her, an unfamiliar and unwelcoming sense of dread taking control of his senses. Meg inhales sharply, and Danny doesn’t have to turn around to know what she sees.

“Run!” She cries, scrambling to her feet as she high-tails it out of the room. Danny merely watches her go, a humorous chuckle escaping his lips.

“Never gets old, am I right?” He angles himself to face Michael, who just seems to stare at him. Danny forces down the terror that seems to rise in his throat, willing his heart to stop its incessant pounding. “Alright, now I know what you must be thinking. Why is he out of costume? Why is he talking to survivors? Well, I’m just as confused as you, bub.” Danny takes a step forward. “Now, will you please help me out of here so I can get back to what I do best?”

Michael, as per usual, is silent. But that isn’t what concerns Danny, no—it’s his body language.

Michael is poised as if he’s confused—which, admittedly, Danny would be at a loss too if he were in Myers’ position—and appears as though he doesn’t recognize him. His knife is half-raised, as if conflicted. He looks like he’s either ready to run away from or at Danny. Danny takes another step forward.

“Come on, bub. It’s me—don’t you recognize me?”

A pause, an uncertain shift, and then Michael’s knife is suddenly plunged into Danny’s shoulder.

Pain lights his every nerve on fire and Danny hollers out of shock and agony, staggering backwards as Michael pulls his knife back with a squelching sound. Blood spills onto his clothes, the floor, and down Michael’s arm, and Danny doesn’t find enjoyment in knowing that it’s his.

“Myers—“ He grunts, hand pressing into his wound. “What the—ngh—fuck? It’s me!”

But he isn’t listening. Michael moves forward threateningly, and Danny is appalled at how he flinches back. His heart is racing, his shoulder is throbbing, and he can’t stop hyperventilating. Panic sets in, blowing his pupils wide. Michael was going to kill him.

A flash of movement clouds Danny’s vision followed by a bright light that sends Michael reeling. Danny feels hands on him, helping him up, and before he knows it he’s being escorted out by someone.

They run, turning corners and vaulting platforms, until Danny asks to stop, his lungs begging for air. The hands let him go, allowing Danny to slide to the grass a bleeding mess, unable to catch his breath. He can’t focus on anything—his vision is all a blur. Everything starts to go dark when suddenly a weight is on his lap, grounding him momentarily. Finding the ability to raise his arm, Danny reaches out to first feel something soft, then a collar, then floppy ears.

“Just breathe,” A voice—your voice—finally registers in his ears, providing an overwhelming sense of calm that washes over him. “You’re okay.”

Danny wordlessly pets who he now realizes is Daisy, allowing her steady breathing to take charge in leading his own uneven breaths. He doesn’t even register that you’ve begun to stitch up his injury until he jumps at a particularly sharp prick.

“Sorry,” You mumble, not making eye contact. “Almost done.” You’re more careful this time, pulling the string taught before clipping it with your teeth. You move his clothes back into place, sitting yourself next to him after closing up your med kit and placing it to the side. You’re quiet, which Danny is grateful for while he searches to find his voice.

“Thanks, Sunshine,” He settles on, forcing a wobbly grin that you don’t return. He drops the act as he hisses out in pain.

“Why didn’t you run?” You ask bluntly. “You know they want to kill us, right?”

“Ngh… guess not,” Danny grimaces. “I thought having a little heart to heart would change his mind.” Your lips barely quirk up. Danny still counts it as finally being able to crack a smile out of you.

You sigh, standing to your feet after a moment. You offer a hand to help him up, Danny using his good arm to hoist himself to his feet. Daisy sits back, panting, carefree.

“Guess you’re not as threatening as I thought you were,” You murmur, more to yourself than to him. Danny still pretends to take offense.

“Not threatening?” He scoffs, leaning his head back. “Dollface, I could slice you into pieces with a toothpick if I wanted to.”

There’s a truth to his words that you don’t quite pick up on. Instead, you roll your eyes, motioning for him and Daisy to follow. “Yeah, yeah,” You dismiss him, throwing Danny for a loop when you take his hand in yours. “We can test that theory after we escape this killer, yeah?” You fix him with a look that is much softer than it ever has been, making Danny simultaneously freeze and melt at the same time. He can’t stop the smile that stretches across his face.

“Looking forward to it,” He banters. You squeeze his hand in retaliation.

#dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight reader insert #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #the ghostface x reader #reader really hit em with an “i know what you are”

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canadiannationalfox · 2 months ago

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Murder Drones Fanfic - Bedtime Story - A Jessa Fanfic

It was sadly one of those nights again, where Tessa was chained up in her room. She had been caught sneaking out to the cemetery when she should've been with her tutor writing essays.

The Elliott heiress sighed as she flopped back first onto her bed. "At this point, I may as well go to bed, I won't be let out until dawn."

J, who was also chained up because she had been with Tessa, rolled her LED eyes slightly, "Tessa, you're an insomniac, you will struggle to fall asleep for an hour." She sat side saddle on Tessa's old rocking horse and stated, "We need to pass the time until you're tired," she crossed her arms in annoyance as she said, "I WOULD brush your hair, but the chains won't let us get near your vanity desk."

The ebony haired girl pulled her knees closer to her chest, she huffed sorrowfully and fidgeted with one of the bows on her plaits. "Hah, just like a fairytale, huh? A girl, locked away... waiting for the dawn..." she sighed sorrowfully.

The pigtailed drone got an idea, she smiled as she offered somewhat cheerfully, "I mean, I know you're a bit old for it, but, I could tell you a bed time story."

Tessa sat up, looking over to J, a small smile appeared where once a frown was. She suggested eagerly, "Could you tell one from memory? Instead of from a book, Jaybird?"

The pigtailed drone slightly puffed her chest out proudly as she insisted, "Definitely, but... maybe we could stick to one I know. I'm not as good at writing as you're getting to be," She hopped off the rocking horse and came and sat by Tessa. "Maybe you'd want to hear Rapunzel retold? Maybe Little Red Ridinghood, or Alice in Wonder-?" the maid drone was stopped by the bubbly eager voice of her favourite human girl.

"DRACULA!" the 14 year old girl exclaimed, her greyish hued eyes sparkling with enthusiam

"Here we go again with the vampire stuff," J thought to herself, smiling at how cute Tessa was being. She lightly pinched the girl's cheek, "You know Dracula doesn't have a happy ending, you're just being weird."

Tessa pouted playfully, "Well then make it a happy story! I wanna hear about vampires!"

J side hugged Tessa and laughed, "Alright, alright, but only because I like you so much," she ruffled Tessa's hair and teased, "You and your vampires!" She asked quickly before she began to spin the tale, "Would you like to be in this story too?"

"YES! Entirely! It would be so fun!" Tessa giggled excitedly, she hugged J back and pleaded, "Please, Jaybird?"

The pretty little maid began happily, "Once upon a time, on a stormy night, a little lady named Tessa was lost in the forest. She had been running to get out of a horrendous down pour, and there was no where to seek refuge, all except the large gothic castle in the heart of the forest."

Tessa stopped her drone and asked, "Oh, oh! Can you be the vampire?"

"Tessaaaaa, Dracula's a boy vampire," J groaned in some annoyance.

Tessa looked sadly at J and pleaded in her precious little Aussie voice, "What if Dracula was a lady this time?" she leaned on J's shoulder and responded, "Plus you're so pretty... you'd make a nice vampire..."

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A woman with golden eyes answered the knocks at the castle's door, her long silver hair hung around her like a cloak accenting her red and black velvet evening dress. "What is it that you want?" the Countess ordered sharply as she looked down upon the cloaked girl.

"P-please your majesty, I need to seek refuge," the girl pleaded, she was drenched like a drowned cat.

The countess looked upon the pitiful soul and responded sternly, "You may stay the night..."

The girl clad in a black cloak took off the hood of her cloak once she was through the doorway, slighting wringing the rain water from her braids.

The alabaster skinned woman asked in bemusement, "Were you raised in a barn, dear girl?"

"N-no madame," the shorter woman responded, ceasing her daftness, "I was sent by the aristocrats to find the deceased in the woods," she curtsied gently, "I'm the daughter of the undertaker."

The Countess waved off the comment, taking up a candelabra before she beckoned, "Follow me, dear girl."

The two walked through the entrance hallway, headed past a corridor of stained glass windows and paintings, made their way up part of the grand staircase, and then down another hall.

The girl winced in pain as she remembered the bruise on her wrist. She rubbed where she was injured, stopping her venture with the lady of the castle.

The woman turned around, wondering where the second set of footsteps had stopped at. She approached the girl, holding out her hand before coarsely demanding, "Show me your injury."

The girl hesitated the commands, asking instead, "Does it get lonely here?" her grey eyes twinkling in the candle light.

The silver-haired lady huffed in annoyance, commanding with her eyes and demanding with her voice, "Show me your injuries."

As if she had felt she had no choice, the freckled girl showed her wrist to the elegant woman. "I... had a small accident," she admitted politely, not wanting to mention more, feeling the stronger woman take a hold of her wrist firmly and yet gently.

The bruise was far worse than any the woman had seen for quite sometime. "I see... well, Miss...." she began but stopped.

The shorter lass curtsied before the reclusive woman and greeted politely, "I am Tessa of Elliott, and what is your name?"

"Countess Jacquelline Dracula, you may call me Lady Jacquelline for short," she stated coldly, looking away from the girl, "Miss Tessa, I will get you some poppy seed tea to assist in relieving your pain,"

"Th-thank you, Lady Jacquelline," the ebony haired lass responded as Jacquelline let go of her wrist. She pried again, this time, making her voice a lot softer, "I'm still wondering if you are lonely ever, it doesn't seem like there's anyone else here."

"Miss Elliott, I am not lonely," the woman growled, "Now follow me to your sleeping quarters."

The ebony haired girl sat at a cathedral style window, the curtains open letting in the moonlight now that the storm had cleared. Sitting in a spare dress that the Countess had given her. It was a pale teal dress with corset ribbons of black, she faced the window, using some charcoals she had found on some paper. A knocking at the door stopped the girl's sketching while stargazing.

"Your tea, Miss Elliott," the Countess coldly greeted as she set down the tea cup and was about to leave.

"Please wait," Tessa replied, turning around to see the one who gave her refuge, "You can stay here..."

The Countess was annoyed and yet, she wanted to stay for some reason. She sat in a chair across from the girl whom she saw as annoying, she crossed her arms and scolded, "Whatever is it now, young lady?"

The girl rubbed one of her still-damp braids shyly with one hand and handed a piece of paper to the silver-haired woman. "I... I made this for you,"

Jacquelline's scowl softened. "This... this is pretty good," the elegant woman remarked as she accepted the piece of artwork, admiring the handiwork.

"You're the only person I've drawn who was alive,"

The Countess responded not able to lie, "There's always a first for everything," her smile widening a little. She picked back up the cup of tea and handed it to the woman and asked inquisitively, "You're already a young woman, why haven't you found yourself a fellow?"

Miss Tessa was taken aback as she accepted the cup of tea and heard the softened question. "I am to be wed, however, I do not wish to be... all the suitors are horrendous." She sipped from the tea and smiled at the flavour, the added cream and sugar making the tea just perfect. "I ran away, I don't even want children,"

Jacquelline knew this feeling all too well, she remembered a time when she was forced to love, and how tragically it had changed her life. She only had the castle for that reason. She responded gently, "I understand, romance isn't always the best option," she placed her hand upon the young woman's back.

Miss Tessa finally drew in the scent of lavenders and copper off of the woman, feeling almost intoxicated by the aroma, and feeling a sense of want, but she flinched at the cold hands of the Countess.

"You're probably cold, darling girl," Jacquelline coaxed playfully, hoping to get a clearer look at the girl and her neck, she sighed, knowing she'd have to get more hands-on.

Tessa jumped in slight surprise as she felt the ribbons at the end of her braids become untied, and a gentle feeling of someone wringing water out of her waves. "O-Oh, you don't have to do that, i-it's alright," she reassured with a slight stammer as she set down her tea.

"Dear, you're going to catch pneumonia, I'm doing you a favour." She held a section out of the way, seeing the girl's neck, dotted with freckles. She held herself back from taking a bite.

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"Awwww, why didn't she bite yet, Jaybird?"

J winked to her favourite human, teasing happily, "Don't you want the story to be longer?"

"Okay, okay... so you... err... Jackie didn't bite yet, so then what happened?" Tessa teased happily before letting J resume the story.

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Miss Tessa slept peacefully, the moonlight shining on her, unaware of the woman who stood as tall as an obelisk in the corner of the room.

"I should bite her, I should drink her succulent blood," Jacquelline reasoned with herself, baring her fangs, however, she was feeling empathy for the girl. She walked over to the sleeping girl and sat by her side. She played with a ribbon on Miss Elliott's dress, sighing softly. "She's so adorable when she sleeps," the vampire woman assessed lovingly. She got up and closed the blinds, the sun would be rising in a couple hours and if she was still in the room it would hurt her.

When day came the ebony haired lass awoke to a sweet scent. She arose from bed, and was about to go to the window to let in the daylight, when she turned to see the Countess was already there, standing with a mahogany carved tray in her hands.

"I brought you breakfast," she hesitantly greeted, she wanted to keep up the cold demeanour, not wanting to let the young lady know she was softening to her presence.

Miss Tessa stopped herself, looked over to the offering, and sat back down on the bed. Pasca loaf with cherries and strawberries and more poppy seed tea. She accepted a piece of the sweet bread before taking a bite, but as soon as she did, she decided to eat it as quickly as possible.

"Easy there, easy there," Jacquelline instructed in worry, "You'll give yourself a stomach ache!"

The ebony haired girl looked up like a startled doe. "I... I haven't been fed this well in weeks... I'm ever so sorry, your majesty, I forgot..."

Jacquelline sat beside Tessa, she soothed caringly, "No, it's not about manners, dear... Are you alright. I'm starting to think your family was treating you worse than a donkey."

Tessa's grey eyes filled with tears, she hid her face with her hair, she was ashamed. The silver haired vampire leaned close to hold the lovely living girl, studying her a little closer. "Goodness, let's get you taken care of then." She waited for Tessa to look away bashfully to make more bread appear on her plate.

Tessa looked down in surprise. "Oh... more for me?"

Jacquelline soothed gently, tucking some hair behind the woman's ear, "Yes, more for you, I can't have my guest starving."

"But... shouldn't I go?"

The vampiric woman used her hypnotic stare to insist gently, "You will stay as long as you'd like, you don't have to go anywhere.."

The ebony haired lady leaned into Jacquelline's touch, she felt safer than she had for years and years.

"After breakfast I'll draw you a bath, we'll get you all cleaned up, and then I can show you around, alright?"

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"Jaybiiiiiird, you shouldn't have mentioned food, I'm so hungry now," Tessa groaned as her stomach grumbled.

J was about to say something when suddenly someone unlocked the room. "Da da dan na! N is here!" he trilled happily as he brought Tessa a bowl of cherries, kiwis and strawberries. "Way to steal my thunder, Bozo..." J stated.

"Thank you, N, but... can you go?" Tessa said in an apologetic tone, "J's telling me a story."

N nodded and headed out of the room, closing the door but not locking it. Tessa started snacking on the fruit as J resumed the story

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Jacquelline Dracula once again had a chance to bite the neck of Miss Tessa. She sat on the bed once more, sitting behind the darling girl with the dark hair, brushing out the neglect knots with gentleness and love. "Comfortable?" she asked as she coaxed the brush through some tangles carefully.

"I don't think anyone's ever had so much care for me,"

The vampire leaned closer, she was inches from Tessa's neck, she could bite her right then and there, and yet, she didn't want to. She instead kissed the back of the girl's neck, softly whispering, "Well, it's a shame, a pretty lady like you should be treated right."

The freckly young lady jumped slightly at the feeling of the kiss. "D-do you think I deserve better?" she asked, her heart racing.

The Countess Dracula soothed lovingly, "Of course. If you'd want, you could stay with me.. Forever." Her hand tracing Tessa's neck gently.

Tessa started to cry, her chest rising and falling with every sob. "They need me back, Countess, I.... I'm expected back at the church this morning..."

Jacquelline held her prized darling closer, the vampire running her sharp fangs across the side of the girl's neck before she asked, "All I have to do is give you one little neck kiss.... And you will be free."

The adorable ebony haired woman realized what this was. The proof was all there, she was in a castle with only one lone woman, whose beauty was unsurpassable and knew herbal medicine and avoided the sun.

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Tessa giggled excitedly as she added to the story, "You're a vampire!"

J did a silly Dracula impression, "I am! And I'm going to suck your blood, Miss Tessa!" The Maid Drone with the silky silver pigtails pounced, pretended to bite Tessa's shoulder, she didn't bite, but she made sounds like a growly dog.

Tessa squirmed and giggled happily. "Oh no! I'll live forever now!" she teased, which made the usually very stoic maid drone start laughing too. The two hugged and said in unison once they controlled their laughter, "And they both lived happily ever after."

Tessa stretched and yawned. "Thank you for the story, Jaybird..." she sleepily whispered as she got under the blankets. "Sleep well, Tessa, have lots of wonderful dreams of being a little vampire with me." She cuddled up to her favourite human and the two fell asleep.

The End

#murder drones #tessa james elliot #serial designation j #murder drones fanfic #ripping royals #cute #tessa x j #jessa murder drones #vampire #bedtime story #dracula

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terrestrialnoob · 2 years ago

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Time and Information

She was walked through the halls of Bel Rev Prison by four guards down an unfamiliar passage. She was soon joined by a younger woman with blonde pigtails who was happily chatting to her escort until she saw her fellow prisoner.

“Oh my gosh! A new face!” She cheered in a heavy Brooklyn accent, “Better be careful or it’ll get blown to bits!”

The two were taken into separate rooms and there was a sudden jolt of horror at the chair in the center of the room. It looked far too familiar, straps and gaps for easy access to specific parts of the body – the soft, weak parts. It was similar to something she’d once made when she was younger, dumber, and too scared of the unknown – no, too scared of being wrong about the unknown to see what was right in front of her. She struggled against the guards, but one punched her in the gut and she was forcefully strapped down into the chair. She was warned not to move before there was a sharp pain at the back of her neck. She sat frozen as something was forced under her skin, she could feel it anchoring into bone. After that, she was unstrapped and furiously asked what they’d done to her. “They’ll explain it soon enough.”

She was lead out of the surgical room and into a large concrete room, with 2 metal crates. She spotted the girl from earlier standing next to one of the crates. She looked up at her from pulling on a red and black diamond patterned leotard over fishnet leggings. The girl waved and shouted, “You made it!”

She waved back to the blonde then one of the guards lead her to the other crate and opened it. Her eyes stared to tear at the sight of her old aqua jumpsuit. There were also her goggles, utility belt, respirator mask, and a handful of non-compacted weapons.

She followed the implicit instruction to change into her jumpsuit, and it felt like putting on her real skin on again. It had been so long, she was starting to see silver in her auburn hair that had grown so long her braid went all the way down to her back. But the suit fit, just like it always did.

“Awooga!” The girl cheered and shouted, “I’m not usually a MILF kinda gal, but you look tight.”

She almost laughed at getting catcalled by the other woman and even flexed her arm to show off her prison muscle. The two were soon lead to a new room and she saw three other non-guards in the room, all in their own colorful costume. A large man had on a bear-skin cloak over body armor while another seemed to be dressed up like an airline pilot. A humanoid tiger creature was also there, they were already wearing a sleeveless Chinese-style martial arts uniform.

“Boomer!” The girl shouted and waved at the airline pilot and he smiled and greeted her in turn.

“It’s good to see you Harley,” He said with an Australian accent, “who’s your friend?”

Before she could answer, a door slammed open. A woman entered; thick and sturdy who held herself like a pillar of The Acropolis, like if she fell, the whole of civilization would fall with her. At her side was a man dressed up in his own custom red, silver, and black body armor.

The woman stopped and glared at the prisoners like they were less than human and took time to memorize all their inhumanity before she spoke, “Ladies, gentlemen. For those who don’t know, I am Amanda Waller, head of Task Force X, an off the books strike team of convicts used as expendable agents working for the U.S. Government. You are now members of Task Force X. Succeed in your mission, and you’ll get time off your sentences. Any questions?”

“A few, ma’am,” She rose her hand.

Waller raised her eyebrow and nodded, but before she could ask, the man in the bear skin shouted, “The Bear fight for Mother Russia, not U.S. Pigs!” His accent was thick and he stomped his heavy boots up to Waller, towering over her in an attempt to intimidate. “I will not work for you.”

Waller glared up at him and waved at the door behind her, “Be warned, there’s a small explosive in your neck, and if you do any little thing I don’t like, your head will be blown clean off. Take one step out that door, and you’re dead.”

The Russian growled at her, then pushed past her. He took one confident step through the door - the explosion was bright but quiet, and eviscerated the man’s head in seconds.

Waller turned back to the others, “Did that answer any of your questions?”

“A few yes,” She smiled and gently rubbed her neck where the small lump was indicating which of her questions had been answered. Then she continued, much to the horror of the Australian. “Are the terms of this – arrangement negotiable?”

Waller answered before she even finished, “You can’t refuse.”

She nodded her head, “I assumed as much. But, there’s something I want more than time off my sentence.”

“Oh?” Waller gave her a scrutinizing look, the kind that a woman who’s always looking for a better deal has.

“It’s about my son. Last I saw him, he was being experimented on in a government lab. The thing I want is unredacted copies of the files. I want to know Every. Single. Thing. any research lab anywhere has ever done to my son. And his current location.” Her voice shifted from relatively polite to absolutely deadly; almost like she now blamed everything the government has ever done wrong on Waller as a representative. The man next to Waller seemed to flinch, but the two women didn’t break eye contact.

“Might be difficult, given that most of the facilities that would have that information were destroyed. But I don’t have to tell you that, do I?” Waller stared her down, or at least tried to. There was silence, and for a moment several people in the room expected a head to explode. But then Waller said, “Do the mission, and I’ll see what I can get from the guys in white.”

The woman who stood up to The Acropolis smiled dangerously as she said, “I’m sure a woman of your standing and reach can get her hands into any government office.”

Waller smiled back, “You flatter me, Ms. Fenton.”

“Doctor Fenton,” She corrected, “One doesn’t lose their education simply because they’re imprisoned.”

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #danny phantom #suicide squad #fan fic #maddie fenton #my writing #my fic

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ramayantika · 2 months ago

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Parvati (mystery academia)

Black. black. Stillness and dissolution. Nothingness is draped in shades of black which now surrounds you. This darkness however is not heavy. It surrounds you like a gentle mist, and there is a shower of large hibiscus flowers donning the darkest shade of red, like blood.

The chiming sound of anklets wake you up at night. A slow whisper rings in your ears. 'Wake up.' You lie wide awake. Your heart thuds in your chest, but the wake up call never recedes. Wake up from which sleep? There is no answer replying you.

Your mother sends you to light the incense sticks. By routine, you circle the sticks twice around the images of the gods. A jasmine flower falls on your hand, and for the first time, the eyes of the goddess bore into yours.

You sleep soundly. The wake up call of a feminine voice repeats once again. Your subconscious steals you into a dream. A room of mirrors welcome you and there is a sound of distant laughter outside the mirror. It is sweet and lively.

You stand in front of the mirrors. Seven mirrors and seven pieces, each a fragmented image until you peer closely. A woman stands behind you, tall and graceful with her hand raised in a blessing. The pearl stud on her nose shines like a mirror and you remember only the large gold nose ring.

'Wake up.' A warm hand caresses your head. Golden glow surrounds her hand. Your eyes are dazzled and you squint hard. Slumber takes you again in a comfortable embrace, but your soul has never been this aware, as if arising from a long slumber.

'Mother,' you call out. A soft hand caresses your head and some velvety fabric touches your cheek. It reminds you of a distant but loved maternal touch, and you feel like a child again. You are safed and loved.

A large serpent coils around your body. Its hood sits on the top of your head like a crown. Atop its hood lies a lotus. The serpent must terrify you, but there is a sweet smell of sandalwood, a shower of kadamba blossoms, and red gulal sprinkled in the air.

A woman dances in abandon. There is grace, there is desire, there is passion and there is liberation in the air around her, and in her being. It is electrifying. The beautiful queen-like woman transforms into a beacon of darkness, and red fades in your vision. A loud howl alerts your ears and loud thudding sounds of a drum beckon you closer. Black. You faint.

Nine women surround you. Each woman wears a different coloured saree. Some look motherly, some look youthful, and some look terrifying -- every shade of life taking its existence in their bodies.

A flash of lightening and your body jerks open. The serpent from your dreams coils around you tighter. A trident manifests beside you. Your hands touch the weapon and electricity fizzles through your body.

It is dark again. In pitch darkness, a lady in red and white, decked in gold and long flowing hair manifests herself in front of you. 'You have woken up then.' The serpent from your dreams has followed your path and hisses in agreement. It understands human language, some strange way of nature to show her power, the power of the divine feminine, Her. The serpent looks at you. There is humanity in its eyes. What a curious play of Prakriti!

The youthful woman who giggles as sweet as sugar, beware, she is wild and untamed. You may desire to claim her for yourself, but she shall not. She is the Mother of the Universe, manifesting in different forms. The little girls with pigtails who sweetly handed over her ladoo too is her, and so is the frail old lady in your neighbourhood. She is everywhere.

Nobody knows how did those vile men die, but justice was served. The wise old woman whispers about the devi serving justice, a feat these strong and burly policemen who claim to be the protectors of the common public, and the 'fair' judiciary had failed to achieve. 'I saw the devi drink their blood. Their severed heads served as her garlands. It is true.' The rest of the crowd roll their eyes at the rambling woman.

The final night. Loud sounds of the drums make your heart beat thud in excitement. Women march ahead, their foreheads adorned with red vermilion. Little children dance their way to the river as vehicles carry the idols of the goddess to the river. There is a huge crowd, each person chanting the name of the goddess. Amidst the humungous crowd, there is a call that makes you turn your head towards the sky. A golden glow forms against the dark clouds of the night, and there she is.

The cosmos manifests in her. Adorned with the stars and galaxies, she stands tall and large in the skies, her large doe-like eyes looking at her children with love and affection. She is jagat janani after all. Her trident manifests in her arms and she solemnly swears to protect her children from every harm. Jai devi! Jai maa durga!

'It isn't a dream. You have reached out to me, just like I. A mother want her children around her. Remember, you and me, we all are one.'

taglist: @jukti-torko-golpo @krishna-priyatama @krsnaradhika @krishakamal @ma-douce-souffrance @prettykittytanjiro @krishna-sangini @thegleamingmoon @kaal-naagin @chaliyaaa @desigurlie @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @ramcharantitties @houseofbreadpakoda @swayamev @rhysaka @aesthetic-aryavartik @ahamasmiyodhah @vishnavishivaa

#samridhi writes #devi #dussehra is coming soooo #yeh lo #maybe a bit boring idk i have written this amidst fest vagera

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savanaclaw1996 · 2 years ago

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Until The End of Eternity-Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader

Summary: Leona has proposed to (Y/n) and they are taking their first step into holy matrimony as husband and wife.

My submission for twistedchatterboxed's April collab: Day 29. Rings.

Word Count: 1,444 words.

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Leona stood stoically at the alter as everyone from Night Raven College, including the royal family, was being seated. He was dressed in an dapper white tuxedo with a purple heliotrope as his boutineer. His long, chocolate-colored locks were tied up into a neat ponytail.

The venue around him was decorated from top to bottom with exotic flowers and white streamers. It reminded Leona of the Fairy Gala that took place in the Botanical Garden. "Too shiny..." he thought.

Leona could still hardly believe that he was actually getting married to (Y/n). If someone told him that the new female student who accidentally stepped on his tail would be his future wife, he would've laughed directly in their face, not believing them.

Back in the past, he never gave marriage any thought. Who would ever love and marry someone like him, a loathed second-born prince without a future? Someone would be clearly insane to fall in love with a guy as lowly as him.

So when he encountered (Y/n) once in the Botanical Garden after you accidentally stepped on his tail, twice during the Inter-Dorm Magical Shift Tournament and his Overblot, and three times after you traded your dorm to Azul and spent three nights in his dorm room, he started to develop warm feelings towards you.

At first, they were annoying. Every time (Y/n) would enter the Botanical Garden, Leona's ears would twitch, and his heart would throb with anticipation, hoping to hear your approaching footsteps.

There was also another time when you kissed him right on the cheek as thanks for helping you with a difficult task ordered by Crowley, curse that old crow. He blushed as he felt his heart skip a beat. No other woman, besides his mother and sister-in-law, had ever kissed him before.

This was the first time he had ever been kissed by another woman.

He hated how warm, sweet and fuzzy those feelings were. Was he really falling for you? No way! Why would he ever fall for someone like you, a magicless nobody from another world? He tried to push down those warm, fuzzy feelings until the events of the Fairy Gala.

He recalled how beautiful you truly looked in that pristine white gown with gossamer butterfly wings. Your (H/l) (H/c) hair was woven into little pigtails adorned with daisies and cherry blossoms.

He felt as if time around him had suddenly stopped as he gazed at you. You truly looked like a fairy princess. Even after you were soaked during you and Ruggie's attempt to evade the fairy guards, you still looked ethereal with the water droplets adorning your hair like jewels.

Along with the daisies and cherry blossoms in your hair, you still looked even more beautiful than the Fairy Queen herself. Those warm, fuzzy feelings spiked when you smiled that lovely smile at him.

Leona couldn't figure out how a magicless girl like you from another world had managed to tear down the iron walls guarding his indifferent heart and made him feel important and loved, even after you two started dating. It's such a mystery...

"Thinkin' about something, Leona-san?" Ruggie asked, snapping Leona out of his thoughts. Ruggie was standing behind Leona, clad in a white tuxedo. He was chosen to be his best man.

"Huh? What are you talking about, Ruggie?" he asked. Ruggie just grinned mischievously. "Thinkin' back to the day (Y/n)-kun stepped on your tail in the Botanical Garden?" he asked. Leona just rolled his eyes. "No way. As if I'd ever think of something painful." he scoffed.

"Still trying to deny your feelings for her?" Ruggie asked smugly. Leona glared at him. "Shut it, Ruggie." he quietly snarled. Then, the wedding march began, and everyone stood from their seats, including the King of Briar Valley himself, Malleus Draconia.

(Y/n) insisted that he'd be invited to your wedding, much to Leona's great reluctance. Malleus was quite overjoyed when he received the invitation to attend his friend's wedding and he gave Leona and you his blessing.

First came the bridesmaids, then Grim who was the flower boy. Grim threw out rose petals from his basket as he walked down the aisle. Then came Cheka, walking down the aisle carrying a lilac satin pillow in his hands. Two branded golden rings were nestled on the pillow.

Then the bride, (Y/n) came. Leona felt his heart freeze at the sight of you. You were clad in a sleeveless, pristine white gown, generously given to you by his sister-in-law, the Queen.

Your face was hidden behind a shimmering gossamer veil, and around your neck was a glittering diamond necklace. On your arms were white opera gloves, and in your hand was a bouquet of Sunset Savannah's traditional wedding flowers.

Your other hand was holding the hand of Divus Crewel as you walked down the aisle in time with the march. You looked incredibly beautiful. As soon as (Y/n) reached the alter, you let go of Crewel's hand and he sat in his seat near the rest of the NRC staff.

"Dearly beloved, we have all gathered here on this joyous day to witness the union of Leona Kingscholar and (Y/n) (L/n)." the parishioner began. "May the noble kings of the past smile upon this young couple as they bear witness to their union as one in holy matrimony."

And so, Leona and (Y/n) began your vows as you two faced the statue of the King of Beasts. "Here stands Leona Kingscholar." Leona began solemnly. "And here stands (Y/n) (L/n)." (Y/n) followed.

"Upon this day, we promise to share the joys and tears of our lives together until the end of our days." you said in unison. The parishioner then motioned Cheka to hand the rings over to Leona and (Y/n). Leona took one of the rings and faced (Y/n).

"(Y/n), I, Leona Kingscholar, take you as my lawfully wedded wife. I vow to be the pillar that will lift you high so you could stand tall, to hold your hand through sickness and health, to lend an hand to banish your woes. With this ring, I pledge my everlasting love and fidelity to you until the end of eternity."

After he said his vow, he slipped the gold ring onto your finger. Leona's heart hammered in his chest as he made that vow. He honestly wasn't one to make sappy wedding vows like this, but this is something new and sacred to him.

He is about to start a new chapter in his life with the woman he loves. (Y/n) blushed. Leona can be quite charming sometimes, even when he's saying his wedding vow for the first time.

Then it was your turn to say your vow. "Leona, I, (Y/n) (L/n), take you as my lawfully wedded husband, I vow to be the rock that holds you up so you could stand tall, to light your way through your darkest days, to be the hand that lifts your sorrows. With this ring, I pledge my everlasting love and fidelity to you until the end of eternity." (Y/n) said as you slipped the other ring onto Leona's finger.

"Then, by the power vested in me, with the blessing of the kings of the past, I now pronounce you husband and wife." the parishioner declared. "You may now kiss the bride."

Leona didn't hesitate as he removed the veil from (Y/n)'s face, brought you closer to him and pressed a sweet, deep kiss onto your lips. As you two kissed, a resounding cheer rang out as Leona and (Y/n)'s friends from NRC whooped and cheered. Malleus and Kifaji just smiled proudly.

Even Falena wiped away his tears of joy with a handkerchief as his wife patted his back with a beaming smile on her face. Not only did Leona look so happy, but it also looks like they'll be gaining a new sister-in-law. You and Leona were truly meant for each other.

Leona broke away from the kiss as he gazed at his new bride lovingly. "You look so ravishing, herbivore." he purred. "I could just eat you up." (Y/n) giggled. "Easy there, my king. Shouldn't you call me Mrs. Kingscholar now since we're married?" you asked playfully.

Leona smiled. "Nah, you're still my herbivore. I don't need to address you by some fancy-schmancy title, even though you're now my wife." he said before he leaned in and kissed (Y/n) again.

Cheka clapped and smiled in jubilation as he watched his uncle kiss his new aunt. He was so happy that he has a new aunt. He now has a new playmate! And speaking of playmates, maybe he might also get a new cousin...

#twisted wonderland #leona twst #twst leona #disney twisted wonderland #fem! reader #female reader #leona kingscholar #wedding #wedding vows #romance #leona kingscholar x reader #disney twst #day 29 #disney

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marleyybluu · 1 year ago

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Would you be okay writing some bestfriends brother!rio smut? :)

Don Julio

Best friends brother!Rio x f!black!OC (Honey)

Word count: 1.1k

Content warning: literally nothing, just swearing and hangovers lol, Honey is 21 and Rio is 26 (just testing a little age gap😗)

A/N: I just want to apologize to you anon because this request has been sitting in my inbox, collecting dust because I had no idea how to even come up with anything but here we are bitch.

decided to do OC because... I'm loving the OC streak that I'm on right now.

also, OC is written as a black woman in mind, I don't describe her in detail just yet.

There will be a part 2 yall don't worry

(Not my gif)

And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you…

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Sunday mornings were for soaking in the regrets of Saturday night events, they were for dealing with pounding hangovers and lounging on the couch to recover. At least that's how most of her Sundays went and this one was no different. Light snores left her lips while the heat of the morning sun beamed on her bare back warming up her skin. She groaned as the heat became too much, suddenly she wished she hadn't been so drunk last night, she would've been able to close the curtains. She pulled the covers over her body and smiled, that felt better. She readjusted herself, getting in a more comfortable position, she sighed her eyes opening just for a millisecond but, in that quick time, she noticed something off.

Her room was blue... well no it wasn't, her room was actually Sage green. There were posters on her wall of old movies and her favourite artists, this wall didn't have any. Her eyes blew wide open when she realized the lack of softness in her pillow, well it wasn't a pillow at all it was someone's chest—slowlyrisingand falling with sleep. She sighed, of course, she had to start her Sunday in a stranger's bed. Honey sat up slowly, sleep very apparent in her bones as she stretched and her joints cracked, her head felt heavy and her eyes narrowed as she squinted away the bright light of the sun's beams. She groaned tossing the covers off of her legs, her lower half scantily clad, she laughed to herself and shook her head.

Her feet met the cold floor, she grabbed a shirt, she could only assume it was his, oh well-- he wouldn't mind would he?

Honey stumbled through the halls looking for a bathroom, her bladder full of last night's drinks and after pushing every door open she was finally successful in finding a bathroom. She closed the door for privacy while she handled her business as if this man hadn't seen every inch of her business the night before. Once she was done she wiped and flushed, washed her hands and splashed a bit of cold water on her face waking herself up and hoping to stay awake long enough to get home safely. She opened the door and flicked off the light making her way back to the room.

As she walked down the hall she noticed a wall of photos in her peripheral, she was curious and decided to take a quick look at the photos. She smiled at a family picture, two adults and two young children-- a boy with a bowl cut and a little girl with pigtails. Her head tilted. "Kinda looks like Cherry when she was a kid." Honey quietly said to herself. Her eyes scanned the wall, another picture of the children catching her attention, the boy doing bunny ears behind his sister while she cried. It looked... familiar. As if she'd seen it before. And, again, the little girl looked like Cherry. Cherry was Honey's best friend since kindergarten, you couldn't see one without the other, they were attached at the hip. Cherry did have an older brother, Christopher but everyone called him Rio, and if Honey remembered correctly... he did have a... bowl cut when they were younger.

Her heart dropped at the realization, she gasped softly. "No... no, no, no."

She quickly walked back to the room, she stood behind the wall taking in a deep breath before she leered past it to poke her head into the door frame. The not-so-mysterious man was now lying on his side, facing her, eyes still closed. Honey covered her mouth in utter shock, there was no way this was happening. Her eyes fell to the floor, their clothes mixed and scattered all over the boards along with an empty bottle of Don Julio 1942. She had to get the fuck out before he woke up, she quietly thanked God that Cherry was always at her man's house otherwise this would've been a very awkward morning. She tiptoed back inside the room, bending down to scoop up her pants, her top, her bra and her panties... sigh... where were her panties?

Honey shuffled around looking on top of his dresser, inside the drawers and under the bed. She couldn't find them, she'd have to leave them. She pulled on her pants and swapped his shirt for her own, she was putting her faux locs in a quick bun when suddenly her phone rang at a violently loud volume, it even vibrated against the wood of his nightstand.

"Shit! Shut up!" She whined through gritted teeth, in an attempt to quickly grab the phone she tripped over the empty bottle of tequila, just her luck. The loud thud caused a stirring in the bed, Rio groaned and yawned carefully sitting up. He shielded his eyes from the sunlight and shook his head, he had a pounding headache. "What the fuuuck." He grunted at the phone. Eventually, it stopped, and he blindly picked it up to see who it was. A missed call from his little sister, Cherry, but the longer he stared at the screen he noticed a picture of her and her best friend. His eyes popped, his lips parted slightly.

"Honey..." He called out unsurely and with the slight hope that she wasn't in the house.

"...Yeah?" She answered from the floor. "Oh... shit."

"Yup."

Honey got off the floor, stood on her feet and smiled sheepishly. "Hi..."

"Hi..." He returned. Rio scanned the room, his eyes widening at the empty bottle of Tequila, his hands covering his eyes. But even though this was not an ideal situation, his seeming frustration or maybe regret made her feel a way.

She'd always had a crush on Rio, but being her best friend's older brother, it was an unspoken rule that he was off limits. So, Honey just admired him from afar. God, he was... something. He was handsome. So fine. And the older he got, the better. He'd gotten taller, facial hair had grown in but those pretty brown eyes remained the same along with that charming smirk he always had. Then came the haircut and the tattoos and... oof! It levelled him up.

Rio cleared his throat, Honey blinked a few times realizing she'd been caught in her trance. "Sorry... I- sorry." Though she didn't know what she was apologizing for. She grabbed her phone and the rest of her stuff and dashed downstairs. Rio shook his head, "Wait." He mumbled still dazed with sleep and a wicked hangover.

"Honey-"

The front door slammed. Honey fumbled with her car keys, and as bad as driving intoxicated is— she quietly hoped she didn't drive here completely sober. Intentionally pulling up to fuck Cherry's brother? She would never let herself live it down. Fuck.

Her car started, the heavy engine rumbling and vibrating the walls of the Martínez house. Her tires screeched getting herself the fuck out of there.

Once she got home she slumped onto the couch, she checked her phone. Seven missed calls from Cherry, and a slew of text messages asking if she was okay, if she needed someone to talk to. Honey squinted trying to remember what happened, what would have her friend in a panic state. What did she do?

A hesitant finger hovered over her name in the call log, Honey tapped it and the phone rang only once before Cherry picked up. "Honey!? Bitch! Where were you? Are you okay?"

"I'm- Cher, I'm fine. I'm sorry if I scared you. But what... did I say?"

Cherry said, "You called me, you were crying about Julien," Her ex. "And then you left me a voice note like an hour later slurring your words, and then you were talking to someone else but— were you with him last night?"

She threw her head back on the cushion of the couch. "No, I wasn't with him I was with... someone else. Fuck. Look, I need some coffee in my system, my head is killing me. I'll call you tonight, and again I'm sorry for scaring you."

Also sorry for sleeping with your brother.

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're safe and... home?"

"Yes, home, I am home." She said nervously. "Okay, well, I'll talk to you later then. Love you."

"Love you too... bye."

The call ended, she tossed her phone on the couch. She had to at least try and remember what happened last night.

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peace and love, see you in the next one 🤙🏾

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#rio x black!OC #rio x reader #rio #goodgirls #rio fanfic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #good girls rio #rio good girls

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happydragon · 5 months ago

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In Over His Head

Summary: Crosshair didn't know what he was thinking when agreed to look after the teacher's daughter, but now he has to figure out how to keep a four-year-old entertained. He fought in countless battles, he can handle a toddler right?

Ao3

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1,703

Crosshair was on his way to the docks when he spotted Jana on her way to school. That wasn’t a strange sight, seeing as she was the teacher, but what was the odd sight was that Jana’s daughter, Anaya, was also with her. Jana’s olive-toned skin contrasted nicely with her khaki-colored pants and cream blouse, her violet hair in a simple braid over her shoulder. Anaya, dressed in a simple pink dress, was the spitting image of her mother, with her violet hair in two little pigtails on top of her head. The only difference between the mother and daughter was their eyes. While Jana’s eyes were a dark emerald, Anaya’s eyes were golden brown.

Usually, her retired neighbor, Mrs. Thule, would look after the little girl while her mother worked. Maybe Jana was dropping Anaya off somewhere else today, not that that was Crosshair’s business. Regardless of how he felt about the Mirialan woman, her business was hers alone and he wouldn’t interfere.

He was going to just give a simple nod as they walked by, but then Anaya spotted him and her face lit up with joy. Her pigtails bounced with every excited step as she ran to greet him. Jana’s eyes also lit up upon spotting him, but didn’t run to greet him like her daughter.

“Crosshair!” Anaya greeted as she wrapped her arms around his leg and stared up at him with the biggest smile.

“Hello,” he greeted in return, unable to keep the small smile forming on his lips at bay.

“Good morning Crosshair,” Jana greeted once she reached the pair, “On your way to the docks?”

Crosshair nodded. He hated just sitting around in his family’s home. It made him think too much about things he didn’t want to think about.

“I’m going to school with Mama!” Anaya excitedly announced.

“Yes,” Jana lightly laughed, “Unfortunately my neighbor got sick so she can’t watch Anaya. Hopefully, she’ll do alright and not distract my students too much.”

He hummed and before Crosshair could even think, the words already left his mouth.

“I could watch her.”

“Oh! I couldn’t ask you-”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

Was Crosshair in over his head? Probably but he knew some of the kids would not be able to focus with Anaya in there and Crosshair was pretty sure kids needed to pay attention to those sorts of things.

“What do you think, Aya?” Jana looked down at her daughter who tilted her head as far back as she could without letting go of Crosshair’s leg.

“Would you like to spend the day with Crosshair or Mama?”

Anaya's lips turned into a pout and her brows furrowed as she thought over the idea. After a minute or so she nodded to herself and announced, “Crosshair.”

“Looks like she’s going with you,” Jana said as she looked back up to Crosshair, “I truly appreciate your help. You can drop her off at school later, no need to worry about taking her home.”

Crosshair simply nodded as Jana knelt, commanded Ayana to be good and listen to Crosshair, then hugged her and nuzzled their noses together before standing back up to continue the rest of the way to school.

Crosshair watched her walk until she was well out of sight before looking down at Anaya, who while no longer wrapped herself around his leg, she instead tightly clutched his pant leg. She still stared in the direction her mother went but made no sound. Eventually, he tapped her head, which caused her to look up, her eyes wide with curiosity. He indicated with his head that it was time to go, to which she responded by raising her arms toward him and her hands made a grabbing motion. It took him longer than he would admit to realize she wanted to be picked up. He had never done this sort of thing before. He really was way in over his head.

Crosshair thought back to how he saw Wrecker pick up and hold Cut and Su’s kids and attempted to do the same. She didn’t complain as wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. With both his arms supporting her, he continued his trek toward the docks.

As they walked, it was mostly silent until Anaya began to take in the world around her and talked about the various things she spotted or imagined. He didn’t say much aside from the occasional hum or short phrase. Not that she seemed to mind.

When they arrived at the docks, he set her down to lay down some ground rules. He had seen plenty of grown adults hurt themselves here and he was not going to let Anaya be one of them.

“Listen,” he commanded and she stared at him with wide eyes, “I am going to be busy and moving a lot of dangerous things. When I tell you something, you do it. If you need me, just call my name. Understood?”

She nodded and he returned the gesture. Now to keep her entertained. Anaya was still small, so she couldn’t be much help. Maybe he can have her just follow him around. Best way to keep an eye on her.

For the next couple of hours or so, Crosshair worked the docs as usual, with Anaya as his shadow. The other dock workers found her adorable and a handful teased Crosshair about looking after her. One glare from him shut them right up.

When lunchtime rolled around, Crosshair decided to grab something from the local food stand. Thankfully, Anaya wasn’t too picky and happily ate her lunch. He knew they still had an hour or so before school ended, so he decided to walk with her around town some more, letting her take the lead in where she wanted to go. As they walked, older ladies would coo at the sight of Ayana and Crosshair, the former of the two ate it up.

Along their walk, Anaya spotted some Moon-Yos and excitedly ran to them. The Moon-Yos of course scattered off, startled by her running. She tried to chase after them but suddenly tripped over her own feet. At the sound of her cry, Crosshair was immediately at her side. Tears had already begun to stream down her cheeks when he picked her up.

“Are you alright?” he asked, worry coating his voice.

Instead of saying anything, she showed him her hands which had gotten scratched up by the stone. Thankfully, there was no blood. Crosshair sighed just slightly.

“Just a scratch, see?” he said as he gently traced his fingers over her hand. The frown still remained on her lips. Then she brought her hands to his face and quietly asked, “Kiss please.”

He raised a brow and waited for her to explain, but she just stared up at him expectantly. So he slowly pressed a kiss to one palm, then checked to make sure he was doing it right. When he saw she was still waiting, he kissed the other palm and then the brightest smile lit her face.

“Thank you!”

He simply hummed. He would have to ask Jana about that later.

Soon it was time for them to head over and Anaya once again wanted to be carried all the way there. This walk was a bit quieter than the one that morning, with Anaya laying her head on Crosshair’s shoulder. He wouldn’t admit it any time soon, but it brought him a strange sort of comfort for her to be so at ease with him. He didn’t know why, but it did. A very small part of him hoped that this would happen more often. He cared for Jana and Anaya, but not the same way he cared for his family. This was different. A good different.

When they arrived at the school, Crosshair found Jana seated at her desk, where she worked on some papers. He knocked on the door frame to announce his and Anaya’s arrival which caused both mother and daughter to lift their heads at the sound. He was pretty sure his heart stopped at the smile on Jana’s face when she saw them. Anaya waved excitedly from her perch but made no movement to get down.

“Well hello there!” Jana greeted as she got up from her desk and approached them, “Did you two have a nice day?”

Anaya and Crosshair nodded, the former just slightly more enthusiastic.

“She, uh, did fall earlier,” Crosshair mentioned nervously, “Scuffed up her hands but she was fine otherwise.”

“Crosshair kissed it!” Anaya excitedly added.

“Did he now? Well, then I say it’s definitely all better now.”

Jana then offered for Anaya to come to her, to which she happily went. Crosshair felt his heart swell at the sight of them. Maker help him.

“Thank you again for looking after her,” Jana said as she turned back to Crosshair. He simply nodded. He didn’t mind. He would do it again if she asked.

Jana then set Anaya down before she began to gather her things to head out. They all exited together and were about to go their separate ways when Jana suddenly turned to him.

“Would you like to come to dinner tonight?” she asked and Crosshair stopped breathing, “As a thank you I mean.”

“I uh-” he began but she interrupted again.

“Wait. That was stupid of me. You probably already have dinner plans with your family. My apologies, forget I asked.”

She began to turn away again when he called out, “I don’t! Have dinner plans, I mean.”

“Oh.”

Neither of them said anything for several moments. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to have dinner with her but she just said to forget it. Was he still invited or not?

“Well, if you're still interested, you can stop by before sundown,” she broke the silence, her eyes glued to the floor, “I usually feed Anaya around then before getting her to bed.”

“Okay.”

When she looked back up, her smile blinded him as she waved goodbye and that she would see him later.

If Crosshair wasn’t in over his head before he definitely was now. Strangely enough though, he didn’t mind.

Hope you all enjoyed it!!

@summer-of-bad-batch

#the bad batch #tbb #summerofbadbatch2024 #week3 #it’s just a scratch #forget I asked #tbb crosshair #bad batch crosshair #oc #original characters #crosshair x oc #ocs #to live again au

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babydollmarauders · 1 year ago

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I know you said neither Jack nor Lovir are super possesive but I can picture little El being Possessive. Like Jack will take her to the golf course with him and a female gold cart driver starts flirting with Jack and El glares at her with all of her tiny might and makes sure lovie knows that “some girl at the golf place was trying to be her new mommy”

Jack is actually VERY possessive of Lovie! like, he loves showing her off and he loves that he has such a MILF and people want her, but he makes it KNOWN that that’s HIS wife.

and, Lovie gets only possessive during the off-season, but that’s it! during the hockey season, she’s understanding that other girls will show their love for Jack bc he’s one of their favorite players! but during the off-season? that’s HER husband/baby-daddy and she’s gonna make it known!

but i agree, El is definitely possessive! like i imagine 5 year old El and Jack are at like a country club for a father-daughter golfing day and they stop inside afterwards to get a drink before they leave and it plays out something like this:

“hi, i saw you playing out there, and i just wanted to say you’re really good!” the brunette woman smiles, leaning forward with her hands on the table, pushing her breasts together and forwards with her upper arms.

El immediately catches on, glaring daggers at the woman from her spot beside her father.

“oh, thank you.” Jack lets out a dry and humble chuckle, folding his arms in front of him on the table.

“do you think maybe you’d be able to give me a few pointers?” the woman continues, fluttering her lashes. “i’m not nearly as skilled as you are.”

her hand brushes against Jack’s bicep, giving a subtle squeeze as she fakes an innocent pout.

Jack’s mouth opens, a response on the tip of his tongue, but before he can answer, his daughter speaks up.

“daddy, can we go home now? i’m bored.” Jack looks down at the little girl, lifting a hand to play with the blonde ringlets pulled in perfect pigtails on the top of her head.

“give me one moment, lovely. then we can go home. you gotta get a bath soon anyways, before nap time.” he presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, missing the eye roll and narrowed glare at the now scoffing brunette standing at the head of the table.

Jack looks back at the woman, sending her a good gestured smile as he collects his phone off the table.

“i’m sorry, i gotta get my daughter home-” he’s cut off once again by the little voice beside him.

“yeah. i wanna see my mommy.” El tells the woman pointedly, climbing to stand on the club restaurant seating. “let’s go, daddy! mommy is waiting for us! she’ll be so happy to see you! i bet she’ll give you one of those yucky long kisses.”

Jack lets out an awkward laugh, averting eye contact with the stranger and standing from his seat, his daughter immediately lifting her arms in wait for him to carry her.

“maybe i’ll see you around.” he nods to the woman before leaving the country club, making his way out to the car and buckling El into her car seat.

“what was that in the club, lovely?” he asks on the drive back to the lake house, his eyes flickering to her in the mirror.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, daddy.” Jack chuckles at his daughter’s words, turning into the driveway of the summer house.

immediately once the car stops, El is unbuckling herself, not even waiting for her father as she sprints to the front door.

Jack trails behind her, opening the front door and letting her enter before he does, shutting the door behind him as he listens to his daughters footsteps echo throughout the house.

“mommy!” Eleanor squeals in delight, her arms wrapping around her mothers legs in the kitchen.

“hey, El-Bell! did you have a fun morning with daddy?” Lovie squats down to be eye-level with her daughter, grinning at how cute she looks in her little tennis skirt and polo shirt.

“yeah! daddy helped me putt!” El smiles, showcasing her missing front tooth and making Lovie’s nose scrunch in delight.

“he did?!” Lovie reiterates excitedly, her gaze lifting to her husband that stands in the doorway of the kitchen. “well, that’s so nice of him!”

“yeah! and some girl at the golf place was trying to be my new mommy!” El tells her, scrunching her nose in disgust. Lovie’s eyebrows raise, her eyes going back to her daughter.

“oh yeah?” she asks.

“mhm.” El hums, nodding her head. “but don’t worry mommy, i took care of it.”

“my hero!” Lovie chuckles, pulling her child in her arms and peppering her face with kisses, making the little girl giggle in delight.

#faithlynn speaks 🪐#ask faithlynn ✨#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader

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n-s4kayaky · 10 months ago

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𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟

Pt.2 //Mrs.Crocodile

warnings: This story is about the Cross Guild in a female version, so clearly the relationships were about Female x Female since Reader was about a woman. Sexual tension, aggression, humiliation, power dynamics, MDNI, vaginal masturbation, Oral F!receiving, use of a strap-on, body adoration, use of term Mommy

a/n: The truth is that this is my first fic with lesbian sex, I've read a lot about it, so I hope you like it and it's well done ;p

Several weeks had passed since the Cross Guild was founded, as usual your lady would go to the meetings to talk to the other two women, and of course you would follow her and go after her like the good assistant you were to her (Not to say her loyal little pet) You would stand next to Mrs. Crocodile and keep quiet while you just filled out some paperwork, give it to your boss or many of the occasions serve her a glass of bourbon which she often needed so that her patience would not run out thanks to the clown girl, who in most of the meetings spent her time saying some stupid ideas, telling bad jokes or what bothered your wife the most, flirt with you. More than once Crocodile has grabbed Miss Buggy's head with his big hook, always pulling her from the long blue pigtails she always wore, usually you will try to calm your lady down by placing a kiss on her cheek or sitting on her large and luxurious lap, Crocodile would look at you and then throw Buggy's head across the room while he places his hand on your waist or kisses you back with more intensity. You could tell that Buggy wasn't your lady's favourite; but nevertheless Miss Mihawk was another option. He was always silent in meetings, posing elegantly and sipping a glass of luxurious wine, simply answering the odd question and contributing small ideas, not much else.You supposed that the reason why your lady put up with it was because of its refinement and intelligence compared with Buggy's, in fact, more than once your lady asked you to fill Mihawk's wine glass whenever it was empty, and so you did, walked up to her, took the bottle of old wine with great courage and filled her glass with wine, you always received a gesture of thanks from Mihawk, and on occasion he would take your hand and kiss your knuckles with some affection, leaving your cheeks the same color as the wine he loved to drink at meetings

Today, like any other day of the week, the ladies would get together and talk about their ideas, they could agree and sign papers. As you entered the room, Buggy greeted you as usual with a hug, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you as if you were a large stuffed animal. You finally arrived, I missed you," she said as sweetness fell from her red-painted lips. You smiled and shyly and returned his hug, you really liked Buggy, she was a tender and funny girl despite her bad jokes, the only thing that made you nervous was her flirtations towards you. Crocodile walked past you, staring at Buggy as he let out a big puff of smoke from his cigar, let out a small "Tsk" in annoyance and put his hook around your hips as he pulled you away from the clown, going straight to his usual seat while greeting Miss Mihawk with a simple nod, which returned him while you instead moved your hand in greeting towards the woman, making her look at you and a very slight smile appeared on her lips, returning the greeting elegantly. You went to stand as usual by your mistress's side; But she had different plans today with you, the hook around your waist dragged you and forced you to sit on her lap, without much resistance you accepted your seat, watching her hook land on your thighs

Today's meeting went smoothly, they talked about political terms between Mihawk and your lady, they had their agreements, they signed their papers and talked about what the Navy could deal with. Everything went smoothly, your lady was quite serene and Buggy didn't cause any problems today, what's more, it seemed to you that the woman was quieter than usual and quite nervous, you saw how most of the time in the meeting she spent her nervously rubbing her gloved fingers, which made you miss and worry. After a few hours they finished the Meeting, you got up from your lady's lap so that she could get up, as usual she put her hand on your hip and you left for the big door, you went to open the door for your lady but before you could take the handlebars Buggy spoke "W-wait! Croco-Chan… This… Can I talk to you?"Crocodile turned and looked at the woman out of the corner of his eye, as if she were nothing more than a vermin, took a drag of his cigar while arching one of his thin eyebrows "What the hell do you want clown? Whatever you want to say, you could have said it in the damn meeting," she said irritably as she let out the smoke. Buggy swallowed nervously and looked at Mrs. Crocodile as he again began to play with his fingers. It has nothing to do with the meeting." Your lady looked at him strangely as did you and Miss Mihawk. What the hell do you want?" She said abruptly, already somewhat irritated by his impatience, "I-I was thinking and well… I'd like to ask you if.. I-I don't know, it's possible that… W-what, well." She tremblingly pronounced Buggy as she now played with her two big pigtails.Mrs. Crocodile's pacency was exhausted as she massaged the bridge of her nose. What the hell do you want?! Fucking let it go!" She said tired as she bit the tip of her cigar in anger. Buggy, frightened by the scream, covered her face with both hands: "C-could you stay one night Y/N with me?!" He said as his soul almost popped out of his body at the request. You widened your eyes, expecting anything but that, and it seems that the same thing happened to your lady, being totally frozen for a few moments. After a few seconds you saw Crocodile walk straight towards Buggy's trembling body, grabbing her pigtails tightly and pulling her so that her head would detach from her body as usual, she raised her hook, making Buggy's face that was already half sobbing face to face with your lady's "Repeat what you said, clown." "B-but it's not what you think Croco-Chan for! It's having a girls' night out. And-you know! Don't hurt me please!" He said as he squeezed his eyes with tears a string of snot came out of his round red nose, meanwhile your lady bit his cigar about to break it between her white teeth "Do you think I'm going to let someone like YOU be with MY assistant just like that?! HEY?! Isn't it enough for you to see every damn day how you flirt with her like I'm not here?!" You saw how he grabbed his hair in his hand and how his big hook landed on Buggy's throat. You quickly ran over to them and grabbed your lady's arm, swallowing hard with some nervousness as you tried to reassure her "S-ma'am, please… Don't get upset… Just think about it… If you don't accept, surely Miss Buggy will accept it without question, right?" You said hurriedly as you kissed your lady's wrist and then looked at Buggy's sobbing head, which nodded quickly with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Your mistress looked at you both, first at Buggy with some disgust and then at you, letting out a slight sigh as she threw her head past her body, which quickly rose and ran to the sobbing head. The hand you grabbed from your mistress squeezed your hand and then sighed and let go gently, resting it on your waist as it turned around next to you and went to the door while grabbing your waist. He glanced sideways behind him, staring at Buggy sternly, "I'm going to think about it; But until then I don't want anything to do with you, understood?" Buggy nodded quickly and without much ado Crocodile forced you out of the room along with her, walking silently to the ship that always took you home. The ride was quite quiet, more than usual, again insisting that you sit on his lap while he smoked his cigar in silence. You, on the other hand, were a little nervous, maybe you had made your mistress even more angry and you had made some mistake, you went to open your mouth to ask but before saying a word Crocodile put his fingers on your lips, imploring silence "I don't want a sound now… I'm thinking," he said as he pushed his finger away from your lips, causing you to remain silent

After several minutes you arrived at the home, a large mansion in your mistress's name. The butlers opened the door for her and you while she still kept her hand on your hip. Upon entering the great house, Crocodile went straight to his great bedroom, opening the door for them both. The well-known sight of the large queen bed with expensive sheets, the large closet full of big-priced dresses and jackets, and the beautiful dresser with gold accents became visible to you. Without a murmur you entered as your mistress closed the door behind you, she let out a great sigh as she went to her dressing table, in which there was an ashtray, she extinguished her cigar in it. You walked over to her back and carefully grabbed the shoulder pads of her big coat, taking it off and revealing the beautiful black designer dress that no doubt accentuated your lady's curves. Crocodile walked over to the large queen bed while you made your way to his closet, carefully placing his large coat in it. He caught your attention with a simple gesture and you walked quickly towards her, his hand rested on your hips and he was moving up and down, memorizing with his fingertips your beautiful curves for her "Honey… I've been stressed for a few days… Help me as you always make my love" She said in a lustful tone and certainly tired as she said. A slight blush appeared on your soft cheeks and you nodded meekly as you felt your knees give way and fall to the floor

You knelt before your mistress, who looked at you with a slight smile and tiredness, you ran your hands over her muscular legs, slowly pulling up the skirt of her beautiful dress, revealing her luxurious stockings that stuck to her legs. You caressed the soft material, slowly moving up to her big thighs and making the material of her skirt rise until it revealed the delicate branded thong that matched her stockings that your lady wore. You could feel a small spot of moisture through her underwear, you placed your hands between her two thighs, making her open them even more for you as her hand slowly settled on your head, starting to play with your hair. You brought your mouth close to the wet area of her underwear, giving a long lick through it as you listened to your lady let out a small sigh. The taste of her fluids and the cloth stung against her tongue, making you want more from your mistress and wanting to please her. You took the elastic of her thong and slid it little by little, she helped you by lifting her butt, making it easier to take off her underwear. You removed the cloth completely, exposing your lady's beautiful pussy already wet before your eyes, you noticed how your mouth began to salivate and you brought your lips closer to her intimacy. You placed your delicate lips around her swollen clitoris, kissing it with some affection, opened your lips and let your tongue come out, giving a long lick as or sensitive organ, making your mistress tremble on you. You brought this one to your mouth, starting to suck it and letting it soak with your saliva, you felt Crocodile's fingers tangle in your hair as he stuck more of your face to his pussy. You gasped softly as you gripped her thighs tightly, letting your tongue run up and down your mistress's soaked slit until you plunged your tongue into her wet, squeaky hole, letting it soak in Crocodile's sweet fluids, a low moan escaped her lips as she lay half of her body on the mattress, leaving you more accessible to her wet and luxurious pussy. Your tongue wandered along its walls while your nose brushed against her sensitive clitoris, you closed your eyes as you concentrated on eating your mistress, moving your tongue up and down. Crocodile closed his eyes, enjoying your tongue and as your mouth gave him that pleasure he longed for, his hands played with your hair, squeezing it from time to time and getting closer to his pussy in need of your small and sweet tongue "That's honey… Use your tongue just the way Mommy likes it." She said between sighs, making you wet yourself at your mistress's praise, you gently separated your tongue from her inside, watching a small trickle of saliva mix with the fluids in her pussy, panting you landed your tongue on her clit again, licking and sucking it while your fingers began to play with her entrance, passing these through his hole and letting them soak in his juices. You pressed your fingers into her entrance and inserted them, making her moan while your tongue played with her sensitive clitoris, sucking and rolling it between your tongue. Your fingers began to scissor open, feeling your lady's rubbery, damp walls settle between your fingers and squeeze them, craving more from you. Both of your fingers pressed down on the top of her inside while your lips were still busy giving her proper attention, Crocodile's fingers tightened tightly around your hair, pulling firmly on your hair as small gasps and moans escaped from her lips

You allowed your fingers to move faster, pulling them in and out, repeatedly hitting her G-spot, causing her back to arch and her walls to tighten, being aware that she was getting closer to orgasm. You lovingly bit Crocodile's clit while your fingers dug into her pussy up to her knuckles, giving her sweet spot a hard blow. Crocodile moaned loudly as he pressed your face against his wet pussy as he cummed, you closed your eyes as you felt his walls squeeze and milk your soft fingers. After a few seconds while you let your lady catch her breath you separated yourself from her sensitive clitoris, giving her a small kiss of goodbye. You looked at the beautiful sight of your lady's pussy, as small drops of her slippery fell from your fingers which were still inside, which you gradually withdrew. You saw how your fingers were covered with its sweet essence and without hesitation you brought them to your mouth, licking them and cleaning them of any trace of moisture while you looked through your eyelashes at your lady, who was looking at you with hunger in her eyes, her well-combed hair had been disheveled during the session and a small blush decorated her scarred cheeks. Crocodile's hand was still on your head, caressing it lovingly "My sweet girl… Always being so accommodating to me."He said as he watched with delight your fingers around your lips, which you opened to let them escape, giving your lady sight of your fingers full of saliva and completely cleansed of their essence, "I think my little girl has gotten an award for taking such good care of Mommy…" He said with a purr in his voice. You squeezed your thighs, feeling how your arousal filtered through your underwear, moistening your thighs, Crocodile made a gesture with which you stood up, but not before giving him a small kiss on his thigh as a farewell. Your lady's hand rested on your cheek and you unconsciously leaned on her touch, brought her face closer to yours and kissed you passionately while her hook rested on the curve of your waist, caressing it from top to bottom. Your lips moved against each other as your lady's tongue pricked your mouth, you allowed her access, opening your lips for her as she inserted her tongue into your oral cavity, seeking your tongue and intertwining it with hers, beginning a swing between the two tongues

Your lady broke away from the kiss, watching the slight thread of saliva that connected both lips, breaking it with a smile as her good hand caressed your flushed cheek "Be my good girl and undress" Without waiting a second you began to unbutton your work blouse in front of her, letting the fabric of it fall down your shoulders to your feet, Leaving you in a bra in front of her hungry eyes, the next thing you discarded was your pencil skirt, leaving you in nothing but underwear and stockings under the watchful eye of Crocodile, who was looking at your figure, settling on your designer underwear which she had given you as most of your underwear. His hand moved from your cheek to your covered breasts, grabbing them while his thumb rested on your nipple, moving it and reveling in feeling the hardness of it "A beautiful pair that you carry today, my affection; but I'd like to see you without it" Your hands moved to close your bra, opening it and taking it off for her, exposing your beautiful tits. Crocodile's head moved closer to them, letting out a small sigh in your nipple, causing a small gasp to come out of your lips, he smiled and closed his lips around your nipple moaning at attention. His grappling hook moved between your legs, all the way up to your crotch, pressing it with the curve of his grappling hook making you moan. He pulled away from your chest and looked at his hook, now slippery with your arousal, and smiled with satisfaction, "Are we desperate, honey?" With a quick movement under the elastic of your panties, leaving your wet pussy exposed to the cold air of the room. Crocodile moved closer to your neck and kissed it as he moved you to sit on the bed, he pulled away from you as he took off the rest of his dress, letting you see his two large breasts still covered by a beautiful luxury bra "Wait for me here, I want to see you with your ass up when I come back… I want to get a good look at how wet my sweet is" Smiling, she pulled away from you, walking to the end of the room. You quickly got on as he asked, resting your chest on the soft mattress as you lifted your hips to the sky, spreading your legs and exposing your pussy

Soon Crocodile came back to you, placing a hand on your ass while you felt something prick your entrance, you quickly looked sideways and felt how you got even wetter when you saw your lady wearing the strap-on that you had used more than once on the bed. You looked at the big eight-inch dildo that hung from your mistress's hips thanks to the strap, which deliciously squeezed her large thighs. Crocodile smiled as he let the dildo poke at your wet entrance, playing with it while firmly squeezing your buttocks, "Is my girl ready for Mommy to fuck her?" She said moving his plastic head up and down your damp slit, you gasped as you nodded shyly and the next second you felt his hand grip your hair tightly, throwing your head back as it whispered in your ear "Don't listen to you, princess.." "Y-yes Mommy… Your lady smiled broadly as she let the plastic glans go in an inch, making you moan in need. Use your words honey" "P-please, Mommy me" you said looking at her needily as your hips moved gently. With a quick movement of the hips the dildo was buried deep in your pussy, making you moan as your back arched "My little slut, so needy…" Her hips collided with yours as she fully sheathed the dildo in your pussy, slowly pulling it back until it hit you again. You moaned as you let your head fall between the sheets, squeezing them tightly as you felt the fake member drag across your damp walls. Your lady's hand gripped your hips firmly, forcing you to move in the same rhythm against her, lifting your hips higher as you heard the sound of both skins colliding, creating a cacophony in the room

You moaned and closed your eyes as the dildo massaged and rhythmically entered your walls, causing them to tighten at the delicious intrusion. Your lady's nails digged into your hips, making you bounce as she started hitting your G-spot, making you moan loudly, Crocodile smiled wickedly as he began to abuse that place that made you see stars, hitting him repeatedly as he pressed his breasts against your back, bringing his lips close to your ear, Whispering in this "That feels alright baby? Do you like it when Mommy pleases your wet with your favorite toy?" I comment as she quickly slammed into your sensitive spot, making you moan loudly as your mind turned to mush to her, just babbling little Si while drooling over the luxurious sheets. Crocodile smiled in amusement as he lowered his mouth to your neck, slowly licking it, making you gasp and then screaming as his teeth dug into your soft skin. His hip banging was flawless against you, bringing the toy deeper inside you, kissing your cervix multiple times, making you see the stars as you moaned. The hand on your hip moved slowly until it found your cliroris, moaning you grabbed the sheets and scratched them while your hips had small spasms against your lady's. Your walls began to tighten around the silicone, threatening to, Crocodile could tell this from your behavior and the spasms your body was starting to have "Come on honey… That's it… for Mommy, be a good girl and." As if it were some magic trick, you let out a big moan and arched your back as you followed your mistress's orders, cumming hard around the dildo while it slowly slowed its thrusts. Your legs and hips trembled while your breathing was ragged, drool fell from the corners of your lips leaving a beautiful view for your lady. Crocodile caressed your hips as he let the dildo slowly slide out of you, making you gasp when it came out completely, leaving your pussy gaping and dripping, your lady looked at him with delight and gave a little slap to your clit, making you bounce

He moved a few inches away from your body as you listened to the sound of buckles, assuming he was taking off his strap-on. Then his hand and hook picked you up with care and affection, pulling aside the sheets and placing you on the bed, Crocodile walked away, listening to the sound of the lighter as the smell of smoke invaded your nose. A few minutes later, your lady lay down next to you, but not before gently wiping a damp cloth over your pussy, wiping it and making you jump a little with the sensation. Crocodile lay down next to you, now completely naked just like you as she smoked from her cigar, took your head and placed it gently on his chest while his hook landed on your hip. You accepted the closeness, snuggling into his chest as you closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, relaxing with it while you closed your eyes tiredly. Before falling into a deep sleep because of the tranquility and silence of the room, your lady spoke, "I'm going to let you go with the clown." You opened your eyes at the statement and blinked as you looked at Crocodile, somewhat perplexed, "R-really?" Crocodile sighed as he reconsidered his choice, letting out a small cloud of smoke, "I know that no matter how much I tell you that you won't keep insisting like the stupid person that you are." He said, grimacing as he slapped his cigar, "Besides, I've known those two for a long time and I know they've had their eye on you… But not to do it" Your cheeks turned a deep red at her statement, You noticed your lady's fingers on your cheeks, squeezing them and forcing you to look at her "Listen to me well, I know very well what those two are up to and I know that I am not going to stop them so easily… I remind you that you are MINE, MY property, MY girl, MY pet. Got it?" She said as he looked at you possessively, making you nod quickly. She sweated and kissed your lips softly and affectionately, letting you lay your head back on his chest "Well… But I'll keep reminding you, my love…"

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ashisill · 1 year ago

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The Jake fic is taking longer than I thought. So here’s a blurb to hold you guys over. Soft Jake should be out by the end of the week.

Josh is a girl dad

Jake is a boy dad

Josh is the one who’s fixing her hair for pre school. “Do we want pig tails or buns?” Turning on the curling iron, and making sure she knows not to touch it. “Its hot don’t touch” he’d say pointing at it. She’d nod her head as she watched her dad put her hair into pigtails. Josh is the one to apologize when he pulls her hair to hard “I’m sorry baby did it hurt?”. He would get it to perfection. Putting colorful little hair ties around them, or clip on charms to make her feel pretty. “Okay princess all done”. She’d smile in the mirror at her hair, and twirl it a bit at the ends. She stands up being careful not to touch the curling iron, and hugs her dad. Thanking him for making her look like princess. He’d smile from ear and ear, and place a kiss on her forehead. “Your welcome little darling”. He always makes sure she knows how much he loves her before dropping her off at preschool. “Do you know how much I love you?”. She would stretch her arms out as far as she could “this much?”. He’d agree with her, and gives her hugs and kisses before he walks her into school. Sometimes she gets teary eyed before he leaves, but she always comes home with fun little stories to tell him. And he’ll listen to every single word as he cooks her dinner for the night. Josh always makes bath time fun and relaxing for her. Once a week he’ll set a theme for her, or let her have extra toys, or if she’s had a “long day” he’ll message her scalp while he washes her hair. Which always makes her doze off in his hands. Right after bath time he lays her down in her “big girl bed”, but somehow she always finds her way back to his bed. Even though it may cause him less sleep he’ll never complain. She’ll find a home in his arms, and they’ll both drift off to sleep for the night. When she’s older, and gets her first period he’ll already be prepared. Giving her the option between pads or tampons, and teaching her the difference. Making sure to give her ibuprofen, and a heating pad for her cramps. He’s extremely understanding when she snaps at him. He never really loses his temper at her, and always gives her space.

Jake is the one to make sure there always a guitar laying out for him. One day he bought him one of those mini guitars. It ended up broke when he pulled the strings to hard. Jake just laughed it off, and took it to his office to fix it. When he’s old enough he’ll quiz him over music. Covering the screen in the car, and saying “what’s this song? Correct now who sings it?” He’ll teach him to be a gentleman. “You do not speak to your mother or any woman that way. Do you understand?” He will explain to him the importance of respect, and though he might not understand it now. It will become a part of him as he grows. Jake tries his hardest not to lose him temper, but sometimes it’s bound to happen. He’ll realized he messed up, and his son will began to tear up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. It’s just frustrating when you don’t listen. We can fix it together okay” When the time comes to teach him about the birds and the bees. A lot of parents get weird about having this talk, and leave out important things. Not Jake he told him everything he needed to know. When he hits high school, and starts trying to sneak around Jake knows. “I was your age once too. You don’t have to sneak around. I know your going to do it regardless if I say no. So I’m not gonna try to stop you just be safe” Jake makes sure he knows if he’s ever in a situation to call him. No matter what he’ll always pick him up. He’s pounded into his head to never get behind the wheel intoxicated. The day a girl breaks his heart for the first time. He’ll come from school and immediately head for his room. Jake will give him his space for a while, but he didn’t come out all afternoon he went to check on him. He’ll tell him about a girl he loved, and how she loved another. Jake will understand, and tell him how he got over his heart breaks. His son will tear up, and Jake will tell him that it’s okay to cry. Jake will hug him, and wipe his tears. When he gets his first girlfriend Jake makes sure he’s treating her right. When he tells Jake she had a bad day he tell his son to buy her some flowers. He learned everything he knows from his dad, and Jake was always more than happy to teach him.

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mellowsadistic · 8 months ago

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Couples Therapy - Part 3

When Angela arrived at the therapist’s office, she waved happily at the receptionist.

“You look, like, totally pwetty today!” said the bimbo.

“You look pwetty too!” said Angela. And she meant it. The receptionist’s pigtails were so cute! For a moment Angela wished her own hair was in pigtails, but then she remembered that was only really meant for little girls, even if they did look really good on the woman in front of her. Her own hair was in a ponytail today, tied back with a large pink scrunchie. That was much more respectable and grown-up. She wasn’t a ditzy receptionist after all.

Eric led her by the hand into the office itself, where the therapist was waiting with the tablet in his hands.

Angela squealed excitedly when she saw it, and the two men laughed.

“Here you go, sweetie,” the therapist said, handing her the screen once she’d settled down on the sofa next to Eric. Her husband had his arm around her waist, holding her body close to him.

“Is it safe if I see the screen?” he asked the therapist.

“It’s fine. The program only affects girls like little Angela here.”

Angela didn’t understand what they were talking about, but she didn’t care. The tablet had come to life, and she was engrossed in the wonderful, beautiful sparkling spirals once again.

“You like your pretty lights, don’t you Angela?” the therapist asked her.

She nodded. They were so pretty.

“Good girl. We’re going to have another talk, sweetie, just like we did yesterday. You wet the bed last night, didn’t you Angela?”

Angela turned red, but nodded again. It was so embarrassing to talk about, even though she knew the therapist was a professional. It was much easier to let herself be drawn in by the bright colours.

“That’s right. You woke up in a yucky wet diaper. You’re such a stupid baby, aren’t you Angela?”

Angela blushed even more brightly. Stupid? She wasn’t stupid, was she? She wasn’t a stupid baby. She shook her head, frowning.

“Look at the lights, little one. A clever, grown-up woman wouldn’t have wet the bed. She wouldn’t have soaked her night-time nappy like a silly little two-year-old, Angela. Only a baby would do something like that. A stupid, overgrown baby like you. We already agreed that you’re a dumb bitch, remember? Well, being a stupid baby too isn’t much different, is it?”

Angela shook her head again, but she couldn’t tell whether she was agreeing with him or not. Maybe she was stupid. A stupid baby.

“That’s right, it’s very similar. You’re just a stupid baby. A stupid baby who wets the bed. But it’s not so bad being a baby. You get to be taken care of all the time, and you like being taken care of, don’t you Angela? Like a princess?”

Angela nodded, still staring at the swirling lights. That was what she wanted, wasn’t it? To be treated like a princess? That’s why she’d married Eric in the first place, she remembered. So he’d look after her. So she could live like a princess.

“Yes, you’re a stupid baby who needs someone to take care of her. You need someone to look after you because you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you Angela?”

Angela focused, trying to clear her mind of the fuzziness. Something about this didn’t feel right. Was she a dirty girl? She wasn’t sure. It sounded familiar. In fact, she’s sure she’s thought of herself as a dirty girl before. A bit dirty. A bit naughty. She’d done some dirty things hadn’t she? She’d done some dirty things with men who weren’t her husband. But the therapist didn’t know about that, did he?

“You’re a dirty girl, Angela. A messy girl. A messy girl who needs someone to take care of her and clean her up.”

Angela frowned. Messy? No… she was dirty. Not messy. But weren’t they the same thing? Her head felt like it was full of cotton candy. She was probably confused. She could be so stupid sometimes. She was a stupid baby.

“You make all kinds of messes, sweetie. You make messes in your diapers, and not just at night…”

The therapist kept talking, but Angela lost herself in the colours on the screen. She was such a silly, messy girl. She needed her Daddy. She needed her Dada.

She became vaguely aware that someone was taking off her clothes. Was it Eric? Were they going to fuck? Even though she was a stupid baby, she was also a dumb bitch. And dumb bitches got fucked whenever a man wanted to fuck them. But no, she wasn’t getting fucked. Someone was changing her into her nappy. Was it bedtime? No, it didn’t matter that it was bedtime. Stupid babies needed to wear their nappies all the time.

“…but when you’re at home, there won’t be any need for other clothes,” the therapist was saying. “You like it when Daddy looks at your naked body. You’re a dirty girl. It’s silly to have your boobies out all the time, and you love being silly. And your Daddy needs to be able to see if you need your diaper changed too, because you’re such a stupid baby that you won’t even tell him if you’re wet or messy. You’ll wait to be checked like a silly little girl.”

Angela nodded. She was so silly. So stupid.

“…and if Daddy’s going to be taking care of you, it’s only fair that you treat him with respect, wouldn’t you agree? You need to look up to your husband more, Angela, and I know the perfect way to do that. All you have to do is…”

The therapist’s words echoed in the back of her mind, settling there. She felt dumb. She felt ditzy. Ditzy like the receptionist. Was Angela like her? She frowned. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be like her. Hadn’t Angela hated her at the beginning? Hadn’t she thought the receptionist was a bimbo? A vapid, overgrown six-year-old?

She realised she was still staring at the swirling patterns on the tablet with her mouth open, a line of drool hanging from her lips. “Something’s wrong…” she mumbled, interrupting the therapist. “I’ve been acting wike… like a child. You’ve been doing something to me… Eric’s been…”

She had to look away from the lights. She had to stop this. Otherwise she was going to end up like that moron on reception, some sick little fetish fantasy for her husband. Worse. She’d be lucky to end up as mature as that brainless bimbo. Daddy… Eric had something else in mind for her. Bedwetting. Nappies. He wanted to take away her adulthood. He wanted to punish her for cheating on him! That’s what all this was about!

“Not to worry,” said the receptionist, chuckling. “This always happens around this point. The suggestions get a bit much for the poor little girls. They still have their dignity, somewhere deep down. But it’s no use.”

Before Angela could do anything, the lights on the tablet became even brighter, brilliantly bright. They swirled faster on the screen, and Angela felt herself slipping back into them. No… She had to stop looking. She didn’t want to be turned into a big baby! She didn’t deserve this… She deserved… She deserved to be looked after. Yes. She deserved to be treated like a princess. A little princess… A sweet, innocent little princess who never says no to Daddy.

Angela blinked, and the session was over. The pretty lights had gone! She pouted and looked up at the two men. Eric was on his feet and the therapist was talking to him, saying some grown-up stuff she didn’t understand. Something about a woman’s rightful place, whatever that was.

Angela got up too, her diaper crinkling loudly under her frock and squishing between her legs. She must have peed in it at some point, but she didn’t remember when. Little girls like her couldn’t tell when they went potty in their pants. The soggy thing peaked out below the hem of her dress by at least two inches. Angela blushed. It was embarrassing, but she knew it didn’t matter if people saw her wet nappy. She was just a stupid baby.

“And she won’t need any more sessions?” Daddy asked the therapist.

“No. The conditioning takes a little time to fully sink it, but she’ll be all done by tonight.”

The two men shook hands.

“Ready to go home, baby girl?” Daddy cooed, turning to look at her.

Angela replied with a big smile, and held out her hand for Daddy to hold.

“Good girl,” he said, and her princess parts tingled delightfully.

They walked home together just like they had yesterday. He walked smoothly while she toddled along beside him, her diaper pushing her thighs apart like the big dumb baby she was, and she didn’t let go of his hand once until they were all the way home.

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Ayane Ishida (石田彩音 Ishida Ayane) is the manager of Rakuzan High School and the previous coach assistant of Teikō Junior High. She has a close relationship with Seijuro Akashi the captain of Rakuzan High and the previous captain of Generation of Miracles at Teiko Junior High back then.

Name: Ayane Ishida

Kanji: 石田彩音

Vital statistics

Gender: Female

Age: 13 (Teikō 1st year)

14 (Teikō 2nd year, left)

14-15 (Lived in France)

16 (season 1,2,3)

17 (Last Game)

Height: 153cm (5'0)

Weight: 42kg

Birthday: November 16th, Scorpio

Blood type: A+

Professional statistics

Team: Teikō (former)

Rakuzan

Vorpal Swords

Job: Manager

Coach assistant (Last Game)

Talent: Strategies

Intelligence

Analyst

Seiyū

Saori Hayami (Japanese)

Brianna Knickerbocker (English)

Appearance

Ishida is a slender and curvaceous teenage girl with medium hair tied up into down pigtails, black haired and magenta color in her front bangs, deep blue eyes, thick and long eyelashes, and a pale skin.

She is usually seen in her school uniform: a purple shirt, a black tie, a grey blazer, and a short skirt with long black socks.

Personality

Ishida is a shy and softhearted girl who struggles with socializing, especially with people her age. Despite her kind and caring nature, her quiet demeanor and lack of confidence make it difficult for her to form many friendships, leaving her with just a small circle of close friends. Ishida is incredibly naive, which makes her vulnerable to manipulation and often leads others to take advantage of her. She harbors deep insecurities, frequently comparing herself to her older brother. These feelings of self-doubt stem from a childhood trauma that continues to shape her sense of self-worth.

She was raised to be an elegant, charming, and well-mannered young woman, with a refined demeanor that reflects her upbringing. Though basketball was never her passion, her interest grew after Akashi invited her to become the team coach assistant during their days at Teikō. Thanks to Akashi's influence, she developed a genuine love for the sport. However, her father disapproved of her involvement in such an activity, insisting that she follow his strict rules. Despite this, she longed to play and finally got the chance upon returning to Japan. Although she knew little about the game, Hayama helped her learn the basics, sparking her enjoyment and deepening her connection to basketball.

As the youngest child in a prominent family, she faced immense pressure to excel academically from an early age. Too young to handle such expectations, she constantly stressed herself to make her father proud, yet he never seemed to notice the heavy burden she carried. This pressure left her emotionally stifled, struggling to express her feelings as a child. However, everything changed when she met Akashi. He became her first friend, and through their connection, she began to experience emotions she had never felt before—feelings of comfort, understanding, and genuine companionship.

She’s a calm and cheerful girl with a bright personality, rarely getting angry or upset. However, in one unexpected moment, Akashi's stubbornness pushed her to her limit, and in a rare outburst, she accidentally slapped him. The entire team was left in shock and nervous about what might happen next, but fortunately, Akashi didn’t retaliate or harm her. While she’s usually composed, the one thing that can truly irritate her is when someone makes fun of her height.

History

Ishida and Akashi have shared a close bond since childhood. They first met at a party for wealthy families when they were both seven years old. Akashi noticed Ishida standing alone, not interacting with the other children, so he approached her and they quickly became friends. Although they rarely saw each other due to attending different schools and living far apart, they maintained their connection, especially once they both attended Teikō. Ishida was by Akashi’s side during his more genuine, original self, and her circle of friends remained small throughout elementary and middle school. Over time, she grew close to Momoi, whose cheerful and friendly nature brought them together. She also developed a strong friendship with Kise, with both Momoi and Kise encouraging Ishida to smile and open up more often.

Ishida served as the assistant coach for Teikō before leaving Japan to live with her family in France. Despite the distance, her feelings of attachment lingered. She found herself a bit jealous when two girls with Momoi talked excitedly about Aomine's stellar performance in a recent game when she saw the two girls fawning over Akashi after he helped one of them when they almost dropped what they were carrying. Ishida had always admired Akashi for his refined and composed personality, but she didn’t realize that her admiration had grown into genuine feelings for him. Though many her age were drawn to her beauty, bright personality, and caring nature, Ishida remained unaware of the attention she received. Once, she faced an unsettling situation when she was harassed, but Midorima stepped in and saved her. A year later, she returned to Japan for high school, enrolling at Rakuzan. Little did she know, her reunion with Akashi was just around the corner, setting the stage for an unexpected continuation of their bond.

Story Introduction

Ayane Ishida is a first-year student at Rakuzan High, known for her intelligence and refined demeanor. She consistently ranks as the second top student at her school, holding the top spot when she and Akashi are not in the same institution. Before returning to Japan, she was the assistant coach at Teikō and later lived in France. Now, upon her return, she has taken on the role of manager for Rakuzan High's basketball team.

She was raised in a wealthy Japanese family, where strict expectations shaped much of her early life. From a young age, she felt immense pressure to excel academically, driven by her father’s rigid standards and the desire to avoid disappointing him and other relatives. This demanding environment, combined with her family's longstanding traditions of discipline, made her childhood stressful despite their financial affluence. Her older brother played a crucial role in her life, acting as the supportive and caring father figure she needed. In contrast, her mother, though loving and supportive, was often absent due to a chronic illness that required frequent hospital visits, leaving her unable to be by Ayane’s side daily. Ayane's background is a blend of cultures; her mother is French, and her father is Japanese, contributing to her half-Asian, half-European heritage. Despite their wealth and a prestigious family background, Ayane's childhood was marked by emotional challenges. She developed insecurities, particularly in comparison to her brother, reflecting the pressures and expectations she faced growing up.

Ishida became the assistant coach of Teikō due to Akashi’s invitation, even though she hadn't originally planned to take on that role. Feeling unable to refuse such a significant offer, she accepted and excelled in her position, finding fulfillment in her work. However, after a month, she decided to resign to move to France and be with her family. A year later, she returned to Japan for high school, leading to a heartfelt reunion with Akashi.

Her first appearance when she walks past Kagami following his second interaction with Akashi. Kuroko, observing from a distance, is momentarily surprised to see her and questions whether it was truly Ishida. During the game between Rakuzan and Shutoku, Ishida is seen sitting on the bench, closely analyzing the opponents' movements. Kuroko, along with his teammates and the crowd, notices her focused attention.

Skills

TRAINING CAPABILITY: 8/10

LEADERSHIP: 5/10

ORGANIZATIONS: 10/10

ANALYTICAL SKILLS: 10/10

RECORD KEEPING: 10/10

CHARISMA: 10/10

Ishida has been learning about a basketball since Junior High school. Because of this, she has a lot of experience with basketball. As the manager, she is negotiating player contracts and ensuring the team stays within salary cap constraints, implementing development programs to enhance players' skills, and working closely with the coaching staff.

Relationship

[Seijuro Akashi]

Since middle childhood, Akashi and Ishida have shared a close bond. During their time at Teikō, she mostly interacted with Akashi, as he was the only one who initially reached out to her. Being timid and anxious around the other team members, Ishida gradually became more comfortable with them over time. Akashi's kindness and care helped her develop a genuine friendship with him, and she eventually realized she had developed a subtle crush on him, though she wasn't fully aware of her feelings at the time. Their close proximity, due to her role in delivering data to him, meant they were often together. As she prepared to leave Japan, Akashi also developed feelings for her but tried to suppress them, believing they might distract him from his goals. However, the more he tried to ignore his feelings, the stronger they became. After moving to France, Ishida recognized her feelings for Akashi and regretted not expressing them before leaving. She thought they might never see each other again, but fate brought her back to Japan, rekindling their connection.

In the present day, Akashi's alternate self has developed a small crush on Ishida but refrains from pursuing anything, maintaining a serious and stoic demeanor. Their interactions are occasionally marked by arguments, with Ishida often expressing her longing for Akashi's original, more caring self, which sometimes brings her to tears. During a pivotal moment in a game, when Akashi's original self returns and confesses that he misses her, Ishida blushes slightly and struggles to contain her joy at his return.

[Satsuki Momoi]

Ishida and Momoi have been close friends since their time at Teikō Junior High. Momoi, with her cheerful disposition, quickly bonded with Ishida when she became the assistant coach for the basketball team. She made a concerted effort to make Ishida feel at ease and comfortable, noticing that Ishida rarely smiled. Over time, Momoi's kindness and friendship helped Ishida open up, and she began to smile softly in Momoi's presence. Momoi often playfully teased Ishida about her compatibility with Akashi, which embarrassed Ishida. She affectionately calls Ishida "Ayane-chan." When Ishida returned to Japan, their reunion at a hot spring was a delightful surprise for both of them. Momoi, thrilled to see her friend again, embraced her warmly. Whenever they meet, Momoi greets Ishida with enthusiastic hugs, much like how she interacts with Kuroko.

[Rakuzan]

Ishida and Hayama quickly became good friends. Hayama was eager to befriend Ishida from the moment Akashi introduced her as their manager. He helped her learn how to play basketball, and their shared time together strengthened their bond. Hayama also enjoyed teasing Ishida about her relationship with Akashi, even initially assuming they were a couple when they first met.

Ishida has a warm and supportive relationship with Mibuchi. Whenever she needs to complain or vent about Akashi, she turns to Mibuchi, who listens and provides comfort. Mibuchi likes to tease Akashi by suggesting that he might have feelings for Ishida or that they could become a couple in the future, which both irritates and entertains Akashi. He affectionately refers to Ishida as "Nene-chan."

Ishida and Nebuya don't share a particularly close relationship. Ishida is notably bothered by Nebuya's habit of burping loudly after meals, which she finds disruptive and inconsiderate, especially in social settings. Her frustration with this behavior leads her to frequently address it, often taking on a disciplinary role to remind Nebuya of the importance of proper etiquette. Despite this, their interactions remain polite but distant, with Ishida's focus primarily on encouraging more respectful behavior.

Ishida finds Mayuzumi to be a very mysterious figure, often intrigued by his enigmatic aura. Despite his seemingly aloof demeanor, Mayuzumi has a kind side that becomes evident in moments of need. When Ishida and Akashi have arguments, Mayuzumi steps in with unexpected comfort and support. His calm presence and insightful words help soothe Ishida during her distress, offering her a rare sense of reassurance amidst her emotional struggles.

[Akane Minagiri (oc)]

Ishida’s first encounter with Minagiri was far from friendly and stemmed from a series of misunderstandings. Minagiri initially perceived Ishida with hostility because she mistakenly believed that Ishida and Akashi were romantically involved. This assumption was based on their close relationship, which was unusual for Akashi, who had never been this intimate with a girl before. Minagiri's negative feelings towards Akashi, stemming from her resentment over his changes and the way he distanced himself from their past, colored her perception of Ishida. She projected her own issues onto Ishida, assuming that, like Akashi, Ishida might share some of his undesirable traits. This led to an immediate and unfounded animosity towards Ishida, setting the tone for their strained initial interaction.

After Rakuzan’s defeat by Seiren, Ishida and Minagiri's relationship underwent a significant transformation. Initially, Minagiri’s hostile attitude towards Ishida was influenced by her misconceptions about Ishida’s relationship with Akashi and her own frustrations with Akashi’s changes. However, the aftermath of the game provided a chance for Minagiri to see Ishida in a new light. Minagiri began to notice the stark contrast between Ishida’s innocent and pure nature and her own previous assumptions. She observed Ishida’s genuine kindness and sincerity, qualities that differed greatly from her initial negative impressions. This realization helped Minagiri overcome her prejudices and opened the door to a deeper understanding of Ishida. As time passed, Minagiri and Ishida's interactions became more positive and supportive. They found common ground and grew closer, developing a strong friendship. Their bond strengthened as they shared experiences and supported each other, leading to a deep and meaningful connection by the end.

[Generation of Miracles]

Ishida and Kise developed a good rapport, largely due to Kise's bubbly and approachable personality, which naturally complemented Ishida’s more reserved nature. Their friendship was further strengthened by Kise’s close relationship with Momoi, who also got along well with Ishida. This shared connection created a comfortable and friendly environment for Ishida and Kise to interact. Kise enjoyed teasing Ishida about her relationship with Akashi, a playful dynamic that became a regular part of their interactions. Despite the teasing, Ishida appreciated Kise’s light-hearted approach, which often brought a smile to her face. Kise affectionately calls Ishida “Ishidachii,” a nickname that reflects his endearing and friendly manner. Over time, their bond grew stronger, with Kise's lively personality helping to draw Ishida out of her shell and adding a joyful dimension to their friendship.

Midorima played a big-brother role in Ishida's life, offering guidance and support beyond just basketball. He often took it upon himself to teach her lessons, even if she already knew the material, driven by his desire to ensure she had a solid understanding. This mentoring approach was appreciated by Ishida, who valued his attention and care. However, there were moments when Midorima's attempts to teach would backfire, especially if he made errors in his explanations. When this happened, Ishida would gently correct him, which sometimes made Midorima feel awkward or embarrassed. As someone who prided himself on his knowledge and precision, it was humbling for him to be corrected by Ishida, who he saw as someone he should be guiding, not the other way around. Despite these occasional moments of role reversal, their interactions were marked by a genuine bond of mutual respect and affection, with Midorima’s protective instincts and Ishida’s growing confidence strengthening their relationship.

Ishida has a thoughtful relationship with Murasakibara, understanding his fondness for snacks. During training or practice sessions, she often brings him treats, a gesture that makes him happy, even if he doesn’t always show it outwardly. Her kindness in providing snacks is a small but appreciated gesture that reflects her attentiveness to his likes and needs. Murasakibara initially intended to nickname Ishida "Shida-chinn," but he found it too similar to Kise's nickname for her. To avoid confusion and add a personal touch, he decided on "Aya-chinn" instead. This nickname, though less common, conveys a sense of familiarity and affection, highlighting the unique rapport they share. Despite his usual aloof demeanor, Murasakibara values Ishida’s thoughtful gestures and the comfort they bring him, even if he doesn’t always express his gratitude directly.

Ishida and Aomine’s relationship is somewhat strained. When Ishida was introduced as the coach assistant at Teikō, Aomine made an inappropriate comment about her appearance, specifically remarking on her chest, which made Ishida feel very uncomfortable. This comment was not only distressing for Ishida but also infuriated Momoi and Akashi, who were protective of her and disapproved of Aomine’s behavior. Despite this discomfort and the awkwardness it created, Ishida maintains a level of respect for Aomine. She understands his talent and value within the team, even if his actions at that time were unsettling for her. While their interactions are limited and marked by a certain distance, Ishida continues to respect Aomine for his skills and contributions, navigating their relationship with a sense of professionalism and dignity.

When Ishida and Kuroko first met, she was startled by his almost ghost-like presence, which was unexpected and initially unsettling for her. Kuroko's ability to blend into the background and his quiet demeanor made her uneasy at first. However, as she got to know him better, she gradually became accustomed to his unique presence and began to appreciate his quiet strength. Over time, Ishida came to admire Kuroko for his deep passion for basketball and his dedication to the sport, despite his understated approach. She respected his commitment and the way he worked behind the scenes to support his team. Their shared interest in basketball, coupled with Kuroko's gentle nature, allowed them to form a genuine friendship. Ishida found comfort in Kuroko’s company and enjoyed spending time with him, whether it was discussing basketball or simply hanging out. Their friendship grew as they connected over their mutual interests, with Kuroko’s calm demeanor offering a soothing contrast to her own anxieties.

Romantic Relationship

[Seijuro Akashi]

“Our memories still clung into my mind but do you still remember our memories?”

Ishida and Akashi’s feelings for each other have been developing for a long time, though their awareness of these feelings evolved differently. Akashi was the first to fall in love with Ishida, though he didn't recognize his feelings for her until much later. From a young age, he had a deep affection for her, but it wasn’t until he started to change that he became oblivious to his own emotions, sending mixed signals without understanding his true feelings. For Ishida, the realization of her love came after she left Japan. While living in France, she came to understand that her feelings for Akashi were deeper than mere friendship. The distance and separation allowed her to reflect on her emotions, leading her to the realization that she had been in love with him all along. When Akashi underwent his transformation, he struggled to acknowledge his feelings amidst his changes, often giving Ishida confusing signals. This lack of clarity from Akashi further complicated their relationship, but underneath the confusion, his affection for Ishida persisted, even if he was not fully aware of it.

In the final episode of the series, a pivotal moment occurs when Ishida is walking down the outside stairs at school. Akashi approaches her, expressing his gratitude for the way she managed his alternate self and for maintaining her composure throughout the ordeal. This heartfelt acknowledgment from Akashi is significant for Ishida, as it takes place at a moment when her feelings for him have deepened considerably. Despite the complex emotions and challenges they have faced, Ishida's love for Akashi is evident in this scene. Her feelings are fully realized and poignant, marked by the way she responds to his gratitude and the sincerity in their interaction. This moment underscores the depth of their connection and the impact they have had on each other's lives, culminating in a resolution that reflects the growth of their relationship.

In the ending of The Last Game, a touching and memorable moment occurs amid the emotional farewell scenes. As Kagami announces his departure from Japan, his teammates and the Generation of Miracles express their gratitude for his role as both a friend and rival. During this poignant scene, Akashi approaches Ishida with a special promise that had been made earlier. Akashi, with a mix of seriousness and affection, kisses Ishida on the forehead—a gesture tied to a playful deal they had made. The promise was that if Akashi won the game, he would be allowed this gesture of affection. Ishida is caught completely off guard by this unexpected act. Her reaction is a mix of embarrassment and surprise; she quickly steps back, visibly flustered and unable to find words. The other characters, equally taken aback by this intimate moment, are left in stunned silence, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected display of affection. This scene marks a significant and tender development in Ishida and Akashi's relationship, highlighting the depth of their feelings in a memorable and emotional conclusion.

After graduation, Akashi finally confessed his love to Ishida, leading to the start of their relationship. Their newfound romance brought a mixture of surprise and acceptance from their families. Ishida's father, initially taken aback by the fact that his daughter was dating the son of Masaomi Akashi, chose not to object. Instead, he supported their relationship, recognizing the genuine affection between them. Similarly, Akashi’s father, who had his own expectations and concerns, accepted their relationship with understanding. This mutual approval from both families marked a significant step in their relationship, allowing Akashi and Ishida to move forward together as a couple, supported by their loved ones.

Quotes

"Everyone lies, they can lie to themselves, thinking they can solve everything with a lie."

"I was an outsider until he came, he taught me to smile but he's also the one who broke it."

"Everybody can change, but it doesn't mean it could be good ."

"You can fail but you need to get up again."

"If you have the opportunity to play this game of life you need to appreciate every moment."

"Our memories still clung into my mind but do you still remember our memories ?"

Etymology

The name "Ayane" is the romanization of a feminine Japanese given name. Literally translated it means "colorful sound" (彩音 or 綺音).

Ayane's surname "Ishida" written 石田 'rocky rise paddy' a common placename. Some families of this name descend from the samurai Tosa (now Kōchi prefecture).

Trivia

Ishida wears a necklace with a turquoise stone pendant, a thoughtful gift from Akashi on her birthday. Turquoise, which is associated with December, is Akashi's birthstone, reflecting his birth month. Instead of choosing Ishida's birthstone, Akashi selected his own, symbolizing a personal connection between them. This choice represents not just a gift, but also the deep bond they share, with Akashi's gesture highlighting his affection and the significance of their relationship.

Ishida’s hairstyle is designed to cover her chubby cheeks, which she feels self-conscious about. Initially, she kept her hair tied up to mask this feature. However, when she tried wearing her hair down, Akashi (in his original self) complimented her, saying she looked better with her hair down. His praise boosted Ishida’s confidence and encouraged her to embrace her natural look. This moment not only increased her self-esteem but also symbolized her growing comfort with her appearance and her evolving relationship with Akashi.

When she got older she let her hair go longer, this is because Ishida's mother loved her long hair but she decided to cut it short because of her illness. When her mother saw Ishida's long hair she was happy that it reminded Ishida's long hair of her.

Ishida has male pet cat named Lassizz. This cat is real and its owner is the author. Sadly, this cat in real life died due to an accident, the author did this on purpose adding the cat as Ishida's pet to honor its death.

First design of character:

Originally, Ishida's design featured dark purple eyes, a much taller stature, and a personality marked by self-confidence and bolder. This initial concept envisioned her as a more assertive and bold character, embodying traits of strength and self-assuredness. Her blazer of her uniform was supposed to be open and having a ribbon instead of a tie.

The relationship between Ishida and Akashi was intended to start as antagonistic rather than friendly. In this initial concept, their interactions would have been marked by conflict and rivalry, setting a different tone for their dynamic. This shift in their relationship would have added complexity to their development, contrasting with the eventual close bond and affection that characterizes their current connection.

In the original story, Ishida was not intended to be a manager. Instead, her character was designed to pretend to be male in order to join the basketball club. This deception would have led to her being discovered and subsequently disqualified from both the team and the club. This plot twist would have introduced an additional layer of conflict and complexity to her character’s journey, contrasting with her eventual role as a manager and her supportive, behind-the-scenes presence.

Characters Bible

Her specialty is archery.

Her motto is "Have Courage and Be Kind."

Her favorite food is Quiche Lorraine.

• According to KUROFES:

The player she's eying on is Mayuzumi.

Her father was upset when he found out she is only in the top two in her school.

She inherited her father's look. Her father's name is Akihiko (秋彦) and her mother's name is Camille (��ミーユ).

When she came back to Japan she lived in an apartment with two maids. Her father was the one who booked for her.

The Ishida has always been strict. Her father is extremely strict but her mom is very calm.

Both of her bloodline and family have been very wealthy since then.

She never felt freedom when she was young. She was so pressured to get higher grades not to disappoint her father.

She has an older brother that has the appearance of their mother.

She was morally supported by her big brother. Her brother convinced her father to give her freedom.

Hayama had given her a Rakuzan jacket just for her. She wears it sometimes.

Ishida's mother was always in the hospital because of her illness, this is why she had no time for Ishida.

She is good in every subject. Her favorite subject is History.

The size of her breasts is D-cup, according to Riko.

She is considered quite beautiful among the school she attended, thus a lot of students seem to adore her, while she's too oblivious to even notice this.

She felt freedom once in a while when she came back to Japan without her father.

She can speak other languages like French, Italian, English, and Chinese.

Her mother is French and her father is Japanese which means she is half French and half Japanese.

Haizaki calls her "beautiful lady" and Kagami calls her "Akashi's girl" which makes her feel embarrassed.

She never cussed If she did it might be an accident.

She has a talent in painting and playing instruments especially violin and piano and she spends her free time painting and playing violin and piano.

Ishida's voice is so gentle that almost everyone finds her voice very pleasing to hear.

She is close with Momoi and Kise after she went to middle school in Teikō and also became close with Hayama and Mibuchi after she became the manager of Rakuzan. She also became close with Akane when Ishida became 2nd year high school.

She is very good at cooking.

Ishida is renowned for her beauty and getting a lot of compliments from people.

Ishida dislikes squirrels and she loves cats. She dislikes squirrels because she got bitten by one when she was a kid.

She hates spicy foods.

Ishida is allergic to peanuts.

She loves reading romance novels.

She slapped Akashi once.

She has a pet cat named Lassizz

The type of man she likes are those who have good morals.

Ishida has high standards in men due to her love for reading in romantic novels.

Ishida always takes everything too seriously. She's too naive at jokes or sarcasm. This is the reason why she gets manipulated easily.

Fun Fact:

Ishida came from the Ishida clan. She is considered a noble girl.

Ishida's parents and her grandparents on her father's side don't work well. This is also the reason why they left Japan to France and were never allowed to come back.

Ishida was not allowed to go back to Japan by her father because her father thinks her grandparents might find her and steal her away from them.

In France, Ishida was previously engaged to a man named Russell. Their relationship was arranged by their families, and she found it frustrating to be bound to someone she didn’t love. Despite her father's disapproval, Ishida decided to end the engagement, prioritizing her own feelings and desires over familial expectations. This decision marked a significant moment of assertiveness for Ishida, reflecting her desire for authenticity and personal happiness in her relationships.

When Ishida learned that she was expected to marry Russell by the age of 20, she feared that she might never have the chance to confess her feelings to Akashi. Determined to be true to her emotions, she persuaded her father to allow her to return to Japan. Her plan was to confess her love to Akashi and, if he did not reciprocate, agree to proceed with the marriage to Russell. If Akashi’s feelings were mutual, she would choose to stay with him instead. It took several days of convincing for her father to agree to her request. Ishida’s decision to take this significant step was driven by her deep affection for Akashi and her desire to make choices based on her own feelings rather than societal expectations.

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