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pedrosyouknowwhat · 10 days ago

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Catching fireflies

Trilogy masterlist

Pairings: Dark! Joel Miller x Fem! Reader

Chapter warnings: Dead dove do not eat, dubcon borders noncon, coercion, manipulation, age gap (reader is 19-20 and Joel is 56), unprotected p in v, alcohol consumption, pussy slapping, mention of blood, virginity loss, creampie, inexperienced reader

You slouched over the bar, giggled resonating with the loud, thumping music.

"Aw come on Jerry, you know me since I was a kid!" You pushed, fingers brushing against the worn wood, sticky with years of spilled whiskey; the old bartender chuckle hoarsely. The banter was playful, a brief respite the people of Jackson allowed themselves in the ruckus of the Apocalypse, some glee.

"The world may be fucked up, but you are still underage." He answered, cheeks tinted both from the laughing and the unforgiving summer heat.

Another drunken citizen chirped in, telling the man to give you a drink. Although you knew his intentions were far from kind, you allowed him to fuel the laughter. You hid your uneasiness deep down as you tugged your flowy skirt down your thighs.

The door bell clinked open, but before you could turn around and see, a cup of lemonade was placed in front of you. You inspected the drink with feigned offense.

"Come on Jerry, just one beer." You pleaded, doing your best puppy dog eyes.

"You want Maria to kill me?" He excused, and you rolled your eyes at the excuse you have heard a thousand times.

Like when you asked a boy to be your boyfriend, or when you ask for Tommy to bring you a pretty dress. It all resorted to your mother, well adopted mother; she had taken care of you after your mother died in the outbreak, but it also meant the community held you as some kind of baby Jesus. Always no, always strict.

"Well, Maria can't kill me." You heard a deep seated, growly chuckle behind you, and you peeked over your shoulder.

A man with dark pepper and salt hair, broad shoulder and big, brown eyes. He held a smirk, adorned by a thick, well trimmed, beard that matched his hair. It clicked a tad too late, the resemblance.

"Joel Miller, what are you doing here?" Jerry greeted with a laugh, making the man's gaze lift from you.

"Decided to stick to one place at a time." He explained, nearing the counter. He nudged towards you with his head. "Give her something, on my tab, come on."

Jerry's smile turn into a scowl as he added cheap vodka to your lemonade, and you squealed in excitement, muttering a chant of thank you's to him. You almost forgot about Joel beside you as you sipped the straw.

"So you are, Maria's girl?" He asked, and your eyes shot to him, as a child caught stealing candy.

"Well yes," you sputtered. "Adopted." You added, but it felt weird to clarify.

"Well I'm lucky you are not my niece."

You giggled slightly, was that a compliment?

"Or else you wouldn't be buying me drinks?" you said, and it came out flirtier than you thought. He hummed in response, and the way his shoulders rose sent a tingle through your body.

He's like twice my age. You thought, and that was enough to slip you right out of your giddy trance. You started thinking of excuses to ditch him and head back to your friends, fumbling with the fear of coming off as rude. But the way his eyes lingered on your white lacey dress beneath the thick denim jacket made you unease.

He asked Jerry for a beer, turning to you with a sip. "Wanna go outside?"

Your lips fell apart but words didn't spill, and you head just nodded. Okay, I'll go outside and then tell him I need to go back to my friends. But as you felt lingering stares into the summer night, Joel maimed you with conversation.

He was intriguing to say the least, speaking in short, concise sentences that kept stringing questions into your mind. He spread against a bench as you sat on the edge of the seat, interrogating him in his many adventures.

"There are some things a young thing like you can't hear." He excused, lighting a cigarette between his thick chapped lips. You whined, catching his attention.

Soon enough you were laying your head on your hand against the bench, eyes fluttering as you mustered to keep asking him, keep him talking. His accent was thick, similar to Tommy's.

"Someone's getting tired?" You heard once your eyes were shut, you hummed in response. "Let me take you home."

You questioned if Maria or Tommy would get mad as you walked up the cobblestone, then you laughed at yourself. It was Tommy's brother, the one you have heard stories almost all your life, although having met him randomly, you doubted they'll get mad if they saw him walking you up to your door.

Still, you peeked to the house beside you, checking that the lights were off before turning to face him.

"Well thank you, Joel?" You smiled curtly, waiting for him to leave before opening the door.

"Nice thing you got here, gonna let me in?"

The question felt weird, suggestive.

"You need something?" You asked, a bit more abruptly than you wanted it to come off, but tiredness seeped into you.

Joel blinked, his brows drawing together. "I must be doin’ somethin’ wrong. Pretty girls usually don’t leave me out in the cold." He explained, perhaps way to bitterly. You feel your cheeks warm up as you look around, seeing no one. "but I guess you are too young for that, right?"

You felt yourself cringe at how dumb you felt, young felt almost like an insult. Your gaze fell to your feet, seeing his rugged leather boots.

"it's okay baby," He sighed, and the word slipped out of his tongue effortlessly. "everyone got a first time."

The slight relief that had washed over you dissipated, as if burnt by the heat of his gaze, and everything that had been told of men poured into your mind.

"I-I am not that type of girl." You spluttered, and instantly cursed to yourself.

Joel sniggered, and you felt small in front of his thick, broad body. damn, you had to crane your neck to look at his face.

"Oh I know baby," He drawled, and his hand slowly came up to your face, tucking a strand behind your ear. The word rolled out, sending shivers down your spine. "Just wanted to know you got onto bed safely, and you don't, you know, sleep in the couch- you look so tired."

You nodded, biting your lip. Hastily, you opened the door and turn on the lights. It was pretty small, but it worked; Tommy and Maria wanted you to have your own house, being perhaps to crowded in theirs, but they still wanted to keep you close.

"There's juice on the fridge," You offered timidly, looking how his big figure looked almost comical in your house. "I'm going to change, um, I think I'm good now."

He didn't answer, boots thumping against the floor boards as he observed the pictures over the fireplace. You shrugged to yourself, slipping into your bedroom.

You wondered if he was still there as you changed into your pijama set, something that was sewn for you by Maria, and layered a hoodie on top to check is he was still there.

To no one's surprise, he was, leaning over the wall as is waiting for you.

"I'm going to sleep now," You laugh dryly, pointing to your bedroom as if clarifying you weren't sleeping on the couch.

He looked pretty, and you felt weird for thinking that of a man so much older. He stalled, looking at your for a bit longer.

"Come here," He commanded, and you felt yourself freeze. he saw you, your doe eyed look as you stared at him, pleadingly. "come here baby, I don't bite."

He's Tommy's brother, I know Tommy since I was ten, come on.

You walked over to him, bare feet almost tripping over each other. You stopped a feet away from him, looking expectantly. He rose from the wall, closing the distance between the two of you.

"You are a pretty girl, you know that right?" He told you, and you felt yourself blush as you nodded, weakly. "words, baby."

"Yes, Joel." You answered; a smile tugged once again at his lips, pleased.

"And I'm telling you this for you to take care of yourself, okay?"

You repeated the answer, seeing his chest slightly swell at your obedience.

"You can't let men enter your house like this." He explained, and your brows knitted together in confusion. "They can get... wrong ideas, alright baby?"

"I'm sorry." You said, although you weren't; you were confused.

"Sweet innocent thing," He drawled, and his hand rose to cradle your cheek, forcing you to look into his deep, dark eyes. They looked almost black in the dim lighting. "Have you ever had your first kiss?"

The question struck you, and you felt shame; his touch felt deceiving. As if he was mocking. You shook your head, and he tutted.

"No, Joel." You mumbled, questioning why you kept repeating his name after each answer.

His smile turn into a grin, hand now cupping your jaw.

"Gonna help you with that, just so you-wake up, a bit-darling, alright?"

Before you could even wonder what he meant, his grip became tighter as he pulled you closer, lips clashing into yours. You gasped, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, as if searching for yours. His free hand coiled around your waist, pushing you closer and your hands felt onto his chest. His finger trailed closer to your neck, keeping you in place as he ravaged your mouth.

He let go, leaving your breathless, chest heaving as you gazed up to him in shock. His mouth was twisted into a hungry snarl as he came down to whisper in your ear. "Don't tell them about this, baby."

You woke up the next day believing it was a dream, a twisted and weird dream or perhaps that one glass you had drunk, but when Maria told you to come over for dinner, to celebrate Joel's welcome into the community, and you felt his piercing stare on yours, you knew you hadn't dreamed it. You were quiet at dinner, letting them speak and catch up; Joel was more talkative than you remembered.

You wanted to isolate the incident at your house, to think it was just him genuinely teaching you something, but a fire rose through you each time you were captive to those big, puppy dog eyes. You hadn't kiss anyone since him, and the feeling lingered in your lips. You found yourself thinking about him, about his thick body.

He wasn't teasing as usual around the others, perhaps grumpier with them. He flashed you small smiles and pats in the back, and he supplied all your drinks from the bar, telling you to "go get lost kid" each time he saw you begging by the counter. His change of demeanor made you wonder, if you weren't good enough or mature enough; you had never thought that, not until Joel Miller appeared in your life.

The doubt had crept over you for too long before you gathered your bravery and decided to sneak out to see him; his house stayed on the farther side of town, the one were less people were around. You slipped through back yards and trees the way day, questioning what exactly you were planning until you came face to face with him, sitting in his porch with a guitar on his hand.

"Hi." You greeted, breathless.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asked, and hearing the nickname once again made you gush. He looked around, perhaps worried, as he beckoned you to come closer.

"I-I wanted to see you." You confessed, shamefully, and before you sat down he stood up, nudging to the house.

"Come in, can't have you out here."

You followed him inside, jumping when he neared you as soon as the door slam shut. His hands made their way to your hips, impatiently; you got whiff of his cologne, leather and eucalyptus. You wide-eyedly looked up at him, hands pressing into his flannel. You liked his hair that way, slicked back, fresh from the shower.

"Why did you kiss me the other night?" You muttered.

You saw him hesitate with words, struggle, bite his lip as if he was trying to keep his words in. You suddenly felt overly conscious of the way your jacket draped over your body, of the way your jean shorts clung around your thighs and the low cut of your tank top; perhaps you didn't look as good as you expected.

"Baby, don't do this to me." He pleaded, although it sounder more like a demand.

"Please." You begged, fingers latching on tighter.

"It's wrong baby, so wrong." he growled, eyes dipping to your lips. You almost whined at the tone.

Your head cocked to the side, tears brimming in your eyes; what was wrong with you? He just kissed you.

"But why?" You whined; his grip tightened around you.

"Tommy would kill me." He grunted, head turning to look around, evading your eyes, evading you; still his grip persisted, as if holding you in place. "If he found out that- that I like you this much-"

"You like me?" You implore, lips tugging into a small, goofy smile.

He looked at you like a man starved, a man punished. "Oh baby," He panted, pressing your body to his. "I really like you, but Tommy would-"

Each time he repeated his name it irked you, like a scratched record. You cut him short. "Tommy won't know."

His tortured eyes soften, a glint of... hope? ignited. You battled the guilt setting in the back of your brain, the promise you had made despite everything Tommy and Maria had given you.

"You wouldn't tell him?" He questioned, voice as soft as silk.

"No," You spoke quickly, scared he might slip from your grasp. "I-I like you too, Joel."

He let out a small chuckle, and you felt lighter. You allowed yourself to chuckle too, and he called your name softly, you hummed in response.

"No one can know baby, alright?" He told you, hand cupping your cheek. You wanted to savor the tenderness of the moment, but his lips were on yours quickly.

It wasn't your first kiss now, and it was frankly more expected than the other; you attempted to keep up with his demanding pace, lips barely parting to allow his tongue to slip in and taste you. His mouth "o"ed against yours, hungrily as your felt his grip on the nape of your neck.

Suddenly his body was pushing you, your feet stumbling as he guided you. Against a wall? the table? your mind buzzed, attempting to find an answer to what he was doing before your knees buckled into the couch, the stripey green fabric cushioning your fall.

His body fell onto you, settling his thick torso between your legs as he pulled away briefly; his hair had messed up a bit, his lips pink from his assault, and his eyes furrowed like some animal; everything about his gaze felt predatory.

He fixed himself in his forearms, rubbing the zipper of his dark jeans into your clothed core, sending a gaspy whine out of you.

"J-Joel?" You muttered as his face hid in the crook of your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses against your blazing skin. He grunted in response, a paw sliding up your thighs; panic brewed in you. "Joel I don't-um-"

He unslotted himself from you, face mere inches away as he looked at you. Joel looked angry, but he couldn't possibly be, right?

"I'm not ready for that." You admitted, like a sinner repenting.

His gaze left you, looking at the empty table, huffing. You felt tears kiss the brim of your eyes, scared to have offended him once again.

"It's fine baby," He grunted, but it felt like it wasn't. He slightly shifted, inches away from you.

"I'm sorry," You choked, doubting to confess further. "I have never done t-that."

You caught his gaze, a small grin on his lips. "It's fine baby," He repeated, and his eyes lighted a bit. "just promise me somethin', alright?"

"Yes, yes." You nodded, fearing he was going to ask you something you won't like. Like forgetting him.

"Promise me I'll be your first."

A month had passed since you sealed your fate, like some sacrificial lamb. You felt as if you were being prepared for it too, Joel slipping into your home late at night, after a long day of practically ignoring you, and kissing your breathless against your walls, your couch and your bed. His hand had wondered over your clothed core a handful of times, hushing your worry by telling you he "Just wanted to see something".

An event that burn into your mind was one night where he was particularly agitated, grasping you roughly as usual. As his hips rutted into the mattress, he whispered something into your ear that sent shivers down your spine.

"Let me see her." He panted, seeing how your eyes narrowed as if you were wincing in doubt. "Please, baby."

His pleads were answered with a small nod that could be mistaken as anything else; you allowed him to bend you over the bed, as you allowed him to touch in places Maria had told you not to allow anyone to touch you. His calloused finger tips pulled down your pijama pants along with your white, sodden panties.

"For a girl that tells me she isn't ready, you are soaking wet baby." He commented, hand splaying in your ass. You felt your core clench at his words.

The light buzz of the zipper woke you up from your trance, and his name bubbled in your throat. "Relax baby, ain't gonna put it in."

You felt the wooden frame of the bed dig at your hips as the dim moonlight casted shadows around the room. You waited, silently, until you heard low, familiar groans behind you. You didn't want to look behind your back, his tightening grip on your ass sending cold sweet along your skin.

His grunts were vivid in your ear against the silence of the night, and you closed your eyes until it was over, despite not knowing for how long he could go. You were on the edge of falling asleep, the only thing keeping you away was the burning pinch on your skin. He became louder, you begged he would just shut up. Something ran across your mind, if it was even appropriate to ask him when was it over.

As a horrible wish you felt hot ropes lather against your backside, slipping through crevices, leaving a sticky trail. He let go of you, panting as his knees cracked, floorboards accompanying the sound.

You didn't want to move, in fear that his waste would dirty things up. You failed to hear him leave and come back, the cooling sensation of a wet rag cleaning the flaky stickiness on your skin being a strange delight.

"You are so good for me, baby." He praised, and your heart swelled. You flashed him a small smile as the waistband snapped back in place. "Gonna take you to a date tomorrow, you'd like that baby?"

You spent every waking hour thinking about that; he told Tommy he needed help running some errands, a bit of hunting here and there, something like that. You were almost sure Tommy only said yes because of how your face lit up at the mention of leaving the fortress of Jackson for a few hours.

A gentle breeze stroked your cheek, warmed by the setting sand as Joel took your delicate hands in his tanned, calloused ones. His figure was darkened by the rays that blinded you. Your cow girl boots padded on the uneasy ground, long grass stroking your legs as the cherry print sundress flowed.

"Where are you taking me, Mr Miller?" You asked with a sly chuckle, slightly unsettled by the normalcy of it all; it felt almost like before the outbreak. The nickname rolled down your tongue teasingly.

"Just a date," He answered shortly, leading you into a emptier valley. You gasped at the sight. "over here."

Sure, the blanket was the usual he kept at the back of his truck, and there wasn't a champagne bottle, or flowers or food, just a half empty bottle of whiskey. But the effort overwhelmed you.

You had expected more when he told you to wait in the car, but it was enough to make you jump into his thick arms.

"Oh thank you," You almost sobbed, chest heaving. You separated yourself to look into his eyes, but the dark browns skimmed down your neckline as he stepped back into the blanket. "You are so sweet, I-"

He landed with a slight thud into the ruddy blanket, and pulled you on top of him.

"Anything for my baby." he mumbled, propping you on top of him. A hand tangling into your hair as he pushed your lips into his, tongue slipping into your mouth as he grabbed a fistful of your ass. You yelped, pulling away.

His expression soured, eyebrows knitting together as you let out a slight giggle, attempting to dissipate the tension.

"Are we going to watch the sunset?" You asked eagerly as you slipped out of his lap, and he fisted the whiskey bottle. Haphazardly, he opened it and took a swig before nudging it into your arm. "Oh, I have never drank whiskey-"

"Come on baby, it won't kill you." He cut you short. You allowed it to burn it's way into you, perhaps scared of displeasing him.

Soon you were even more giggly as you draped yourself over the blanket. Joel's scowl had dissipated, and he was once again singing sweet things into your ear.

"You are so pretty," He mumbled against your neck, placing tender, testing kisses. "Such a pity you are so young."

You grunted at his words, playfully glaring at him. "What do you mean?"

Because what could he mean? You were basically dating, if you knew anything about that; he took you on dates away from Jackson, preaching about privacy, and he visited you late at night, through the backdoor.

He let out a dry laugh as he took one glance into the sky, now painted a light blue as the sun cast it's last goodbyes. You propped yourself in your elbows, getting a better look on his pepper and salt hair and thick beard.

"You are too young for me," he repeated, and you felt nervous by the way he evaded your eyes. "too innocent-"

"I'm not innocent." You almost barked, hand slapping against your lips as you realized how quickly you had said it. "I mean-I don't see how that is a problem."

He finally looked at you with a down turned smile, as if assessing you.

"Come on baby," He nagged, stroking your cheek. "a man like me has, I don't know how to say this, but needs."

You knew what he meant, and it scared you. He had tried a month ago, when you have started dating, and you panicked. He had taken you home for the bar, and perhaps you understood it; that was what people usually do, at least he had told you that. And he was respectful about it too, any time his hand would slip up your thigh, you just had to give him a tight lipped smile for him to stop.

But he was right. Men had needs. Everyone told you about it, most of the time it was a warning, to not be so naive, because men could do and would do bad things to you, just because of these needs.

But Joel wasn't like those men, he was good, he was nice, he even brought you gifts every time he went out for munitions, like what looked like really expensive underwear.

"I know," You spoke slowly, slurred by the amount of whiskey you had taken. "I-I can do it."

A smile appeared on his lips, and once again he looked so sweet when happy.

"You sure baby?" He asked, but his body was already falling on top of yours. The rough fabric of his jeans slide through your thighs, and you felt his zipper line up against your core. "You'll make me the happiest man alive."

It felt sudden, but you had literally told him you were willing to do it, you thought.

He had jumped over you like a coyote over his pray, placing open mouthed kisses over you as his hand palmed over you. He pulled your panties to the side, fingers playing with the slickness you had deprived him off for so long.

His finger prints traced over your fleshy bit, the button that stood at the top of your slit, the one that throbbed when he pressed himself to you. You whined, his ministrations a bit too rough, too intense as you felt as if you were being electrocuted.

You gasped when his thick finger broke into you, a sting following its path. "So tight baby," He mumbled by your shoulder, your eyelids shooting close in pain. "have to open you up for my cock."

The way he said it made you felt even more dirty, but he was he one staining you, and if he liked it that much, it couldn't be so bad, right?

His wet finger left your cunt to fiddle with his belt, you heard the clunk zip sounds along his grunts as he lowered his jeans.

"Take a look baby," He called, and you slowly peeked your eyes opened to look between his legs.

In his hand he held his cock. It's red hot tip weep sadly, veins decorating its side; it was longer than his fist, and thicker than any vegetable you have seen around. A weird comparison, but it was all you thought at the moment.

You head begun to shake, eyes shooting pleadingly at him. "Joel, it's not gonna- is it even gonna fit?"

He chuckled, proudly, as his hand continued to pump precum around it. "It's supposed to baby, your body is made for that."

You nodded, biting your lower lip; he knew better than you. You felt the urge to ask him if he had done this before, but it was probably stupid.

"Lay down baby," He ordered, and you slowly plopped back onto your back. "Spread this legs nice and wide for me."

He saw you doubt, so he forced his body between them, hands at your knees. He laughed about something, looking down between your bodies. You felt the hot tip heavy against you, against the opening. Your hands clenched the blanket beneath you, knuckles turning white, and he pushed in.

Pressure, pressure, pain.

You yelped painfully as you felt the intrusion, body jolting away on instinct. He tutted at you, hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Baby, now we gotta put it in again." He scolded, your head swag from side to side, scared of muttering the words. You fought against his grip. "Stay still."

He growled the last part, and your heart hammered against your chest. You felt searing pain once again, as he pushed in. Your lips parted and a hoarse scream came out, surprising you.

A hand that could break your neck slapped against it, keeping your head still. He met your terrified eyes, tears rolling down your temples form the pain.

"God baby you wanna get us killed?" He barked lowly. "It's going to hurt more if you keep squirming; gonna do this quickly, rip the bandage, alright baby? promise you'll like it afterwards."

He kept talking, but your mind went blank with white hot pain as you felt his hips flush against yours as the agony stilled for a second. It all came back, crushing you as you heard his deep seated moan, your thighs fought against it, shutting close against his torso.

"Take it," He groaned, unlike his usual sweet demeanor. "Take it like a good girl, my good girl."

His hand still clasped over your mouth, and through your blurry eyes you could see his face, hear him; he was happy, he liked it. The praise went straight to your cunt, allowing some ache to dull.

He was going at it for hours, the sun now long gone as all you could do was feel him; the drag of your cock in and out in quick hard motions, his wandering hands pulling down your dress to lick and suck at your neck. And you heard him too, his groans and grunts and the dirty words he shot at you, becoming dirtier and rougher with each thrust.

"Taking my cock so good, bad girl."

"Such a whore, fucking an old man like me, huh?"

"Stop fucking whining, you love it, little perfect slut."

It became too much, any pleasure his strokes could cause disappearing as he lifted your ass off the ground to fuck into you. You whined, feeling the pressure on your clit, a throbbing. A hand came down upon your sensitive skin, slapping there.

You chanted his name, feeling sweat bead against your skin as he gave you blow after blow, sending you clenching around his cock.

"Gonna cum around my cock, huh baby? as I'm slapping your little pussy?" He questioned, and you blabbered a yes.

His thumb begun revolving around your soft point, the rest of his hand pressing down on your abdomen. You allowed the foreign feeling to take over you as his cock thrust up into you, hitting a spongy spot that sent your back curling against the ground.

"J-joel!" You whined, shrieking as you came undone under him.

Any muscle that tensed came undone too, cramping against you as Joel picked up your thighs, pressing them against your chest as he gave precise fucks into you.

"Gonna cum inside of you," He growled. "Fill you nice and deep, baby."

His body weight fell on top of you, stretching your legs even further as you felt his cock twitch inside you. The wetness spilled further inside you, and you quietly listened to his staggered breaths as you came down from your high.

The blood hadn't dried off the blanket as he said it was getting late and walked you to the truck. You waddled, slight pain in your lower belly as you followed him.

"Wasn't that bad, right baby?" He asked you, the light of the truck illuminating his face in a warm glow. His hair was messy, damp with sweat, and he lit a cigarette between his lips.

"It was good." You smiled absentmindedly. "Thank you, Joel."

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hoshigray · 2 years ago

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Hiya tojis darling ;)

I wonder if you can do this request but if not. Completely fine

wedding night with sexually frustrated toji. Reader is virgin.

Hello, krystal~ :D Been a while since you last requested, hope you're everything on your end is going okay! Lol, yes, I am indeed Toji's darling, currently watching TV with him as we speak~ Omg, I love this idea sm, hope I did justice with this one! Tysm for the request, nice to see you again~☆

Also, if you're reading this, know I'm currently away from this app for the week as I'm out on a trip with my close buds!! I'll still be writing when I get the time, so feel free to drop by my inbox as it'll still be open :3 Also also, I recently got to 1.8k followers!?!?? Sending hearts to y'all :D maybe we'll celebrate at 2k? I'll think about it while I'm gone...Anywho, plz enjoy this~

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - soft one minute, then immediate smut, my bad haha - kissing/makeout session in a car; PDA (ig??) - Daddy kink - sex in a hotel room - oral (f! receiving) - missionary position - overstimulation - praise - biting (Toji nibble on your ear)- pet names (baby, darlin', cutie, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking, sucking, and rubbing) - Toji being a good hubby for your first time, but still a menace - mentions of handjobs, blowjobs, and drool. Wc: 2.7k

"So? You feeling excited~?"

"Umm, I guess so? More like a bit scared..."

"Hehe, I get that. Shit, I'd be nervous, too, starting my honeymoon off with that hunk of a man...Oop! Speaking of, here he comes now..."

You watch your best friend, Utahime, poke to the side with their chin, and you turn to see the direction they pointed to. Tonight was the night of your wedding; the boisterous atmosphere by your guests was still alive and well but will soon wane by the second as the moment you've been anxious about has finally come. You're about to walk out of the venue to the SUV, waiting for you to head to the airport. But before you could do that, someone else had to accompany you. Your groom, the man you married today, walked towards you.

The day you'd see yourself get married to Toji Fushiguro was a day you couldn't foresee. Even after a long while being in a committed relationship with the older man, it's still hard to believe that he proposed to you on your birthday a year and a half ago. Five years of loving and being patient together all led to this moment, and it still baffles you that you are no longer a girlfriend — but a wife. And he, your husband.

Now that the party is coming to a close and pictures are almost finished taken, Toji approaches you outside his wedding attire. Finished changing out of his wedding tux, now substituted with a black turtleneck and dark jeans, a silver chain decorating around his neck. He surveys your changed appearance, your stunning white dress replaced with a comfortable yet elegant jumpsuit that compliments your beautiful skin and figure. He gives you a grin, and your heart swoons. "Lookin' gorgeous, baby."

Your cheeks grow warm, averting your eyes somewhere away from your handsome spouse. "Thank you...you too."

"Awww, look at you being all shy!" Utahime pokes fun at you, snickering to themself when she sees you glare at them. "You better be good to this one, Toji. They just might faint if you look their way~."

The man chuckles at the comment. "Maybe that's what I'm hopin' for, now that I got 'em all to myself." He then moves closer to pull you by the shoulder, your body rigid being towed to his chest, and you just know your friend has a stupid look of glee from the display of affection. "Ready?"

You incline to face him and give a meek nod. He kisses your cheek with a smirk, and Utahime squeals before heading to the front door in front of you. Busting it open to showcase the crowd awaiting your arrival, you two walk down in unison as the guests cheer for the newly wedded couple.

As you make it down the aisle, you look around and share smiles with the familiar faces that came and had fun at your wedding until the blazing sun was replaced with the happy moon. Friends and family clapping their hands to you and your husband, wishing and shouting praises and good luck for the two of you. You saw Mei Mei blowing kisses your way, Gojo lifting his shades to wink at you, and your college buddies chanting your name with your relatives.

On the other side, you could make out Shiu Kong in the far back, taking out the cigarette between his lips and waving goodbye to you and his friend. Geto stands at the front, smiling while his two daughters yell, "Congratulations!!" as you descend. And at the end stands Nanami with a small smile, and beside him are Toji's children. Tsumiki, your pretty flower girl, comes to give you a hug. Megumi, the once stoic ring bearer, followed his sister to do the same.

You return the embrace to the kids, telling them to promise to be good until you return and proceed to walk into the backseat of the car. Toji closes your door and walks to the other side to take his seat, and a roar of applause and cheers erupts when the vehicle drives out of the scene. A tremendous wave of tranquility washes over you now that you're away from the gathering; the wedding is officially over.

However, after you release a long sigh and rest your eyes with shut eyelids, you hear the sound of a seatbelt unbuckling and something — or someone — moving closer to you. And a pair of lips on your neck has you snap your eyes back open.

"T-Toji!" You yell at him in a hushed tone, taking note of the driver in front of your seat. "Not here, wait til we're at—"

"I know, sweetie, I know," he says but resumes arranging your neck and clavicle with kisses. "You just look so fuckin' beautiful; can't a guy have a small piece of his wife before then?" As if you could give him a proper answer before he brings his lips onto yours, your moans taken by him while he sucks and nibbles on your bottom lip.

You grab his turtleneck as you try to suppress the whimpers from airing out, not wanting the driver to hear what's happening in his car (although he's secretly listening to his own music with his earphones). But when Toji's hand snakes down to your butt and gives it a squeeze, you squeak. "Toji!" you whisper shout at him again, and all you're given is a snicker from the sly bastard you're stuck with.

"Shhhhh, lemme have you fr' just a second." Your tiny glare fuels his hunger more, taking your lips once more. And he toys with you throughout the ride to the airport. Such a liar!! You cursed, but this moment was bound to happen.

Despite spending many years together, how you've managed to still be a virgin is still a mystery even to you. You never thought so much about letting your virginity go, so you treated it as something sacred that you only wished to give to the right person. However, when the right person came through, you realized you still weren't ready to let it go. Bless your lucky stars, though, that your [former] boyfriend opted to wait for you, even when you said that it would probably happen when you two get married. You thanked the heavens for having such a patient man, as it showed how much he loved and treasured you.

...But having such a patient, attractive, and brawny man in your life for so long was not an easy task on your part. There have been moments when you'd fantasize about the fateful day Toji would deflower you, so much so there were nights your fantasies took the best of you, and your fingers slithered down the hem of your panties. Or the days when your eyes would linger on his strong, muscular body for too long before your face would feel as hot as the sun, and you'd want to melt on the spot when Toji catches you glancing, a giant smirk plastered on his face. Or times when he'd be too horny, and you'd offer to help him with his erections. Your blowjobs and handjobs would do more bad than good for both of you. Because Toji's desire for you increased day by day.

So ever since you walked down that aisle, you knew your eventual doom was coming to get you. Even when you two fly on your honeymoon, you sense his patience dwindle by the hours. And once you make it to the enchanting luxury suite, he finally snaps. Hoisting you up bridal style and storming right to the bed, clothes discarded to the floor, and lights dimmed to a softer glow.

"Ahhhnn!! Ahhaaa!! Tojiii!! It's too much!! Too mu—Mmnaaah!" He's now between your thighs, your legs propped up by his strong hands and cunt coated with your wetness out for him to see. Your cries are ignored by the obdurate older man, who flicks your clit with his tongue.

"I know, , but gotta have you right fr' me." He coos, chaste kisses set on your inner thighs. "Don't wan' break my baby on their first night." His words meant out for comfort, yet contrasted with the raunchy, lewd noises he was making on your slit. Licking and sucking on your moist folds, teeth grazing your sensitive vulva while his tongue satiates his thirst with your slick. His nose bumping into your clitoris in the midst of it all has you gripping the shits beneath you.

Tears prickle the ends of your shut eyes, your face hot like the air in the room, and your body sweaty and shivering from being in this position for about fifteen minutes. Toji said that the best thing for you was to have him tease and get your body ready. Nevertheless, had you known that you'd have the man eating you out nonstop like this, you would've prepped yourself better! It's so bad that your head pounds, his wet muscle attacking your chasm precisely to the point of your mind being stuck in a haze. No wonder you're constantly jolting, and your legs won't stop shaking — you've come three times already!!

"Hey, mama," you hear him call you, but you can't format a functional sentence now. You respond with gibberish you hope he can make sense of. "Say my name, and I'll let ya cum."

"T...Toji—Eeeyaahh!" He sucks on your clit with vigor; you could've sworn you almost choked on a gasp.

"Aht aht, the other one." Emerald eyes examine your direction.

You bite your lip at the patronizing tone of his voice. You know what he's referring to; it's just too embarrassing to say. For the sake of putting an end to this pleasurable hell and getting what you really want, however, your tongue burns at what you say next.

"Mmmm, please, Daddy...Please, let me cum. I want it!" You whine with hooded eyes looking down at him, and his devilish grin almost makes you melt. Without saying another word, his mouth returns to your leaky cunt. But this time, he brings a. hand down south, and his fingers rub rough circles on your delicate bud, the two sensations shocking your body into an experience you've never experienced before.

It's only a matter of seconds that you come right then and there, your body jerking and legs quivering in sync with your walls clamping onto nothing. And your cries don't stop there, more wails fill the room as Toji drinks your creamy substance for the fourth time that night. His tongue protruded into your spongey core and roughly licked on its tender nerves.

You appreciate the moment he lets you rest for a few seconds after removing his mouth from you, your shivering body slowly calming down to a stable state. You feel so sticky and dirty with the mess between your legs, coated with come and spit. So vulgar to even think about it that your ears ring.

Toji licks his lips of your wetness, "Did s' good fr' me, mama. Such a good girl fr' Daddy." He then stations your legs around his waist, and you peer down to watch him align his erect cock to your entrance. "Ready, cutie? Gonna need ya' to take some deep breaths fr' me, okay?" You nod and follow his instructions. The head of his cock pushes to you with every exhale, and your eyes automatically sew shut when his girth bullying your entrance brings in pain. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into tan skin as you fight the discomfort.

But it all slowly vanishes once the tip slides in, a sharp cry escaping you. More whimpers and choked sobs fly out when he gradually pushes his length into you, tears striking down as his girth stretches your insides.

"Mmmm, holy fuckin' shit," he curses under his breath. "You're so tight, baby." You can only hum as a reply before his hips start moving at a slow cadence. The feeling of his dick between your walls is hard to comprehend. It's finally happened; you're no longer a virgin. So full of him inside you, unable to put into words the feeling you're experiencing right now.

It takes every part of his being for Toji to keep his ruts to a slow pace. He knows this is a big moment for you — it's necessary that you don't get too overwhelmed by him, or else something could go completely wrong. And he wouldn't want that for you. Despite that, a part of him really wants to relish your body. Five years of waiting for you to be ready for him. Five years of fighting the urge to pin you down and have you to himself. Five years of desire all crumble down for this exact moment. Now, when he finally has you for himself and no one else, the patience that was once there converts into that of pure lust.

His hips increase speed, and your hands cling onto him for dear life. The walls of your chasm clamp into him even harder, and your legs wrap around him, Toji groaning at your grip on him. He snickers through gritted teeth, "Jesus Christ, mama, y'r tryin' to snap my dick off? I'm not goin' nowhere." He coos while wiping tears from your eyes.

You open your mouth to say something, but all that leaves your mouth is a scream when he slams his pelvis into your cunt. The action has you arch your back toward him, his length brushing up on the sweet spots that you never considered were there. More mewls bounce off the walls of the suite as his thrusts recur with a vigorous rhythm.

"Daddy, I'm, Oh Jesus—Aiishhhh!!" You hiss out for him, eyes rolling back when he grinds his pelvis on your messy vulva. Squelching noises burn your ears. "I'm gonna cum, Daddy, I wanna cum!"

"Hnngh!! Yeah, sweetie, think y'r gonna cum?" He draws down closer for his lips to be dangerously close to your ear. Your slit clutching hard on his dick. "Wanna cum on Daddy's dick like a good girl?"

"Yes, yessss! Please, I want it!!" You wail out, no regard to how loud your voice is right now. All you want is your orgasm.

Toji's chuckle is too close to your eardrums. You squirm under him, and he playfully bites the lobe of your ears. "Go 'head, darlin'. Make a real mess on me, ya hear?" He kisses you lovingly while his hips snap at you at an erratic tempo, prompting uncontrollable moans to enter the air against your will. With every rut is an abrasive hit to the tender spots within you, and your clit doesn't go unnoticed when he brings his hand back down to play with it, grinding on the pearl rough with his calloused forefinger. And it's thanks to this that your fifth release comes to you in mere seconds.

Your husband tries to rut out more deep thrusts into you and plunge into you a while longer. But it's to no avail when your cunt flutters on his cock deliciously, forcing him to succumb to an orgasm of his own. Moans are exchanged between your mouths, and your bodies experience the aftershocks together.

And when the two of you enter a halcyon state with the quiet room, Toji frees your lips off his and wipes your pretty face off of tears and drool. "So," he kisses your cheeks. "How ya feelin'? Like a new person?"

"...I don't think I can feel my vagina anymore." You say aimlessly, happy to know your drained self has the older man laughing.

"Sorry 'bout that, mama." He brings his lips to your forehead. "Be lucky I'm tired from that wedding and flight. Otherwise, I'd be fuckin' the shit out of you all night." He snickers at your helpless expression, shaking your head at such a fantasy. There's all the time in your honeymoon for that.

You use whatever strength you have left to bring your hands to his face to cup. "Thank you for sparing me, my lovely husband."

Toji hums with a smile, the scar on the right of his lip lifted. And he kisses you until fatigue takes over you both, sleep being the only thing that shuts you from the outside world. The warmth of your embrace and the connection of your bodies are proof of the start of your newlywedded life.

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desperate-gay · 1 year ago

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mearps, "i can't believe after 3 years together this is the first time i'm ever learning this", kitchen at home

Family Recipe

Mary Earps x fem!reader

summary: have to read and find out!

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’” Mary’s booming voice startles you, making you jump and almost drop the sharp knife you’re using to slice the food. “I scared ya didn’t I?” The taller girl chuckles, placing her hands on your hips and a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes, yes you did.” You huff in fake annoyance while playfully giving her a scolding look.

“Awe you’re so adorable all pouty.” Mary moves in a baby voice as one of her big hands reaches up and squeezes your cheeks. You quickly smack her hand away and mumble something under your breath as you turn your body back to the food.

“How was training?” The goalkeeper sighs, leaning against the counter while watching you do your thing.

“Exhausting, annoying, smelly, and any other adjectives I have missed. Besides that what are you stirring up over there, love?” Your girlfriend quirks an eyebrow and attempts to look over your shoulder only for her sight to still be blocked.

“I am starting to make my uncle’s signature pasta sauce so we can have some tonight.” You say, smiling at her giddy state when she starts clapping her hands in excitement.

At every family function your uncle brings his homemade pasta along with his sauce. Mary is always the first to get a plate and the first to get seconds. Nobody in the family knows the recipe besides your uncle, you, and your mom which makes Mary very jealous when you won’t share it with her.

The taller girl reappears behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hugging you along with placing random kisses either on your shoulders, head, or cheek. You smile at her clingy behavior, enjoying being close to her after not seeing each other for most of the week.

“Y’know what?” You ask, turning around to face her.

“What?”

“Do you want to help me cook?” Mary looks even more confused considering she doesn’t know anything about how the dish is made.

“I can’t help because I don’t know how.” Your girlfriend huffs while crossing her arms, annoyed that you’re basically rubbing it in her face.

“I think it’s time I can teach you.” You let out a big squeal when the goalkeeper’s arms lift you up into the air and spin you around in glee. “Okay okay, calm down there, cowboy. I gotta be conscious to do so.” You tease which the other girl doesn’t notice from being too caught up putting on an apron she jokingly got for you one day.

“Chef Mary reporting for duty.” She stands tall while fake saluting, making you giggle at her determination and silly nature.

“Alright you goof, you can start by cutting those tomatoes over there.” You point over to the free area with the knife.

“I can’t believe after 3 years together, this is the first time I’m ever learning this.” The taller girl speaks with a certain eagerness and reaches for the veggie and fruit bowl.

“Mary, those are apples.”

A little while later all the ingredients are already in the pot and formed into the signature sauce. You scoop up a little with the wooden spoon and hold her hand under it in case anything spills while blowing to cool it off.

“Time for the final test. Try and see if it’s good.” You hold up the spoon, gesturing for her to open her mouth. Once she does, you angle it up into her mouth in an attempt to make it all in but some drips down the corner of your lips.

“God, that’s so delicious I’ll never get over it.” She groans at the taste immediately wanting more.

“You got a little something right there.” You smile while wiping the remains of the dressing off her chin. While trying to gather it off her face, you don’t notice the loving expression she has while staring down at you. “There you go, my love.” You say, sucking it off your thumb before you swiftly get pulled in for a time-stopping kiss.

The kiss is so unbelievably tender and sweet that you almost faint. You can tell how much love is being poured into it just by the feeling of her lips and her hand cradling your face. Once air becomes a problem, you pull away reluctantly while staring at each other in awe.

“Wow.” You whisper, placing your hands over hers that still rest on your face.

“I love ya. I love ya so so so much.” She finalizes her statement with another big kiss on your lips. In your head, you know that this is forever. No one besides family can know the secret recipes and now she’s your family.

#mary earps x reader #mary earps #woso x reader #woso fic #woso imagine #woso

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giggly-squiggily · 5 months ago

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Hiiii! I hope you're doing well. This is my first time requesting so I'm a lil scared. I request Lee Megumi and Ler Itadori. Megumi was looking a little down and our precious pink head wanted to cheer him up.

*dances after reading this prompt cause it's utterly perfect* YES! Good gracious how I love some Lee!Megumi! He's my favorite JJK character! :D I've gotcha covered, anon! Some Ler!Yuji coming your way!

CW: Swearing

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Yuji walked right past his room, only to stop- backtrack, and stare at him. Eyes wide and brows quirked, he took in the slump in his shoulders, the frown on his lips, the redness lining his wet lashes. “‘Gumi?”

No response. The other boy merely looked at him. It was enough for Yuji to come in fully, shut the door behind him and crawl into bed. “What’s going on, Gumi? Talk to me.”

“...” Megumi looked like he wanted to, but the words weren’t coming. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, averting his gaze before finally settling on: “I’m just not okay right now.”

Yuji’s brow furrowed even more, then he quickly gathered up Megumi in his arms, pressing Megumi’s face into his chest and squeezing him gently. “I’m here. It’s gonna be okay now.”

Muffled sounds came, but Yuji just petted his head. “Shhhh. I got you. I got you.”

“Yuji- too tight!” Megumi gasped out. The pink haired boy yelped and released him some, giving him the room to lean back and breath. “Gah! Ugh..I thought I was gonna die!”

“Pfft- like I’d ever let that happen!” Yuji snickered. “At least you’d die smelling something nice, right?”

Megumi stared at him. Yuji blinked, then he reached out and sniffed down his shirt. “Oo! Yeah- no. Definitely need to shower.”

Megumi made a small noise, biting his twitching lips. Yuji saw an opportunity and ran with it.

“Oh, so you agree?” Yuji pretended to grow upset, the hands around Megumi curling into claws. “You think I stink like the bathroom after Tempura Tuesday. You think I smell god awful like that one perfume Nobara bought, don’t ya?”

“Y-Yuji!” Megumi shivered when those claws began to move, twitching along the backs of his ribs as he squirmed. “K-Knock it off! I d-didn’t say an-ny of thahaht!”

“You were thinking about it!” Yuji pointed out, unable to keep his facade as he watched Megumi start to giggle. “I could see it in your eyes! You can’t tell me any lies!”

“Gaha! Geahahhahaha, Yuhuhuhuji! Cohohome on, dohohohon’t!” Megumi reached up to shove him away, but his push had no strength. Whether it was from his earlier misery or Yuji’s otherworldly muscle, he didn’t know. What he did know however was Yuji had him trapped. “Gehehhehet ohohohoff!”

“No way! This is the first time I’ve seen you smile all day!” Yuji rolled them over so he was on top, putting his weight to use as he danced his fingers up and down the brunette’s sides. “I’m not stopping until I’m sure that smile of yours stays on!”

“Ahh! Aheahhahahahhaa shihhihihi-” Megumi thrashed more at the pressure Yuji was putting on him- the fact he was properly stuck worsened the ticklish feeling. He flailed his hands about trying to grab anything on the other boy- his hair, his hoodie- even a tickle spot. Alas, his efforts were for none. “Yuhuhuhuhuji yohohohou soohohohn of a bihihihihihitch!”

“Ooo, Gumi said a bad word! Gumi said a bad word!” The pink haired teen cackled in delight. He dragged his fingers up to Megumi’s armpits, all but squealing in glee when the other boy slammed his arms down with a shout. “Bad spot? I thought mine were terrible! Hehehehe!”

“YUHUHUJI!” Megumi barked out a laugh, grabbing at his shoulders and digging his fingers in. It did nothing to stop him, but Yuji did take the hint with a wince. His hands moved back down to his waist, a bad spot but not nearly as ticklish. “Aheahhahahaha, shihihihihit! Yohoohhoohu gohohohohoohd?”

“Yeah, nothing too bad. Nobara bit me once when I tickled her.” Yuji snickered at the giggly snorts and wheezes Megumi let out. “I think I still have the teeth marks! She’s like a cat when you get her. You however- you’re more like a dog!”

“Oohohohoh woohohohohow! Hohohow orihihihginal-AH FUHUUHUHUHUCK!” Megumi practically shrieked when his hips were squeezed, another spot proven to be rather deadly. Yuji gleamed like the morning sun. “NOHOHOHOO DOHOHOHOOHOHN’T!”

“Awww, does it tickle, Gumi? Huh? Does it?” Yuji cooed at him, leaning in and pressing their foreheads together as he carried on digging his thumbs in. “Is the sad whittle Gum-Gum finally starting to feel better-”

Given past experiences tickling his friends, you’d think Yuji would have learned by now how things usually end.

A press into a particular sensitive bundle of nerves. A lurch. Seconds later- Yuji was seeing stars, Megumi’s face colliding into his own. He flopped over and off the shadow teen with a low groan, rubbing at his face. “Oww..”

“Ugh, damn..” Megumi groaned as he did the same, eyes wet with new tears from the pain. “Sorry. How’s your head?”

“No complaints.” Yuji responded automatically. He froze, as did Megumi.

Then…

“Pfft- gehahahhahahahaha!” Megumi cackled, wincing some with one hand still on his forehead. “Gohoohohd, that was stuhuhuhpid!”

Yuji was laughing just as hard, his headache residing as he watched Megumi choke on his mirth. “It’s your fault for showing me that movie! Seriously though- are you okay? I know I have a thick skull.”

“Heh, yeah- I’ll live.” Megumi adjusted in bed, turning onto his side so he could face him. “Erm…sorry, about your head. And erm…thanks.”

“Oh?” Yuji asked, grinning at Megumi’s blush.

“Shut up. I’m trying to have feelings. Gross.” The brunette scrunched up his nose before looking at him again. “Seriously. Today was…I don’t know. I just woke up depressed and stayed that way. I didn’t know it at the time, but I really needed a friend. So…thanks.”

Yuji’s teasing grin faded into a look of genuine awe. He started to smile too, if not a little wobbly. “Heh…yeah, well that's what friends are for. If you’re sad, I want to fix it.” He reached out, lightly shoving Megumi’s shoulder. “Though I’m still kinda mad you think I smell!”

“You’re the one comparing yourself to a toilet.” Megumi reminded, leaning in and taking a small sniff. “Now that you say it though…I can smell it now.”

“Oh you son of a- Get over here!” Yuji threw himself onto a grinning Megumi, going for his hips once more. Just as he got it going, the door flew open.

“What the hell is going on-” Nobara yelled out, pausing seeing the antics before her. “Oh, it’s tickle Megumi time?”

“No! No, it’s nohohohot! Noba-RAHHH!” Megumi shrieked as she threw herself into the fray, joining in with a sinister giggle. Soon the room was filled with laughter once more- a mix of all three of them.

Just outside the door, Gojo watched on with a soft expression. Nodding, he turned and left, the sound of his students lightening his steps.

Thanks for reading!

#jjk #tickle #tickle fic #squiggily writes the things #fluff #hurt/comfort #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #the babies #dorks being dorks

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wolfpackss · 2 years ago

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Second request in a row but this is too cute and I will forget. As I'm snacking on my grapes this morning my 2 toddlers in class(a 1.5 yr old and an almost 2 yr old) are standing there asking "more please" whenever I eat one grape(1 for me then 1 for each of them). It's too stinking cute and I thought I could see Jake with twins asking the pack for bites of their food. 😂😂😂

YES PLEASE 🫣!

I love you

“Jawod, mowe pleese.” You walk into Emily’s living room to see your 18 month old son sitting on his uncle’s lap, waiting for him to feed him more berries. “Momma looks, bewwies!” His twin sister wobbles inside, holding one of Paul’s fingers. Her other tiny hand is holding two small berries, squished berries with how tightly she’s gripping on to them. You hear the door open and close as your husband walks in from Patrol. “Dada!” The twins run towards Jacob as he kneels down and picks them both up. “Hello my loves!” Jacob kisses both their cheeks and cuddles them close. Our daughter pulls away from him and shoved her hand in front of his face. “Look dada, bewwies!” Jacob nods with a big smile on his face. “I see that princess, did uncle Paul give you those?” He rubs her tiny cheek with his palm and she smiles at him as she nods her head, her tiny pigtails on the top bouncing with her movements. You walk over towards Jacob and your daughter and lean up to kiss your husbands cheek. “Missed you” you mumble against his skin. “Momma nooooooo, my dada!” Your daughter launches herself towards her father as he catches her skillfully in his arms. “Yes baby, your dada.” I run my fingers over her forehead, brushing away some hairs that got loose from her pigtails. You look over to where your son is pressed up against his uncle Jared’s chest as they count the berries that are still in his bowl.

Later that night as you are all sitting down for dinner, the twins in their high seats, your son of course next to his super hero uncles as your daughter never lets go of her daddy’s hand. “Mowe pleese.” Your son grins at his uncles at the sight of the beans on Paul’s plate. “You are seriously Jacob’s mini.” Jared ruffles your son’s hair and puts more beans in front of him. “Come on princess, daddy has to eat too.” You try to wriggle her little hand out of Jacob’s hand with no success, she’s gripping it tightly, afraid if she lets go he’ll disappear. “I’m okay babe, I’ll manage” Jacob kisses the side of your head and tries to eat with the hand that’s not in a death grip.

“Dadaaaaa, mommaaaaaa” two little voices can be heard in the middle of the night screaming for you and your husband who is curled up beside you in bed. He lets out a groan as the twins continue to cry. “I’ll go babe, you go back to sleep” he softly kisses your forehead, rubs the sleep out of his eyes and gets out of bed. He shuffles towards the twins’s room, walks in and puts on the light. Your son is standing in his crib, glaring at the closet door as your daughter sniffles behind her blanket, clutching her teddy bear. “What’s wrong?” Jacob sits down near your son and rubs his head. Your daughter crawling over closer to her dad so she can hold his hand. “Montah” your son point towards the closet and wildly shakes his head. “A monster? Oh no! I’ll get the monster spray and we’ll scare the monsters away together ,kay?” Jacob walks to the closet to get the “monster” spray, which just contained water and puts it on the floor. He gets the twins out of bed and slowly walks them over towards the closet. Four little hands grip the bottle as Jacob opens the closet door. The entire bottle gets sprayed into the closet and the twins are squealing with glee. “kay, the monster is gone, now it’s time for sleep, yeah?” Jacob puts the twins into their cribs and kisses their foreheads. “Goodnight my loves” he smiles as he walks to the door.

“Dada?” Your son looks up at his dad,

“Mowe pleese…” and point to his forehead.

#twilight imagine #jacob black x reader #jacob black angst #jacob black smut #jacob black imagine #jacob black x you #jacob black x female reader #jacob black fluff #jacob black

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tinylilacbun · 2 years ago

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Hey babes! Can you guys possibly do a daddy stucky little reader where their little gets her period for the first time. They are super cuddly and overbearing, but she loves it ❤️

Period Cuddles

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, period, mentions of blood, many kisses, fluff, this is not really proofread 😬

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Whining you turned to your other side, the light that was shining through the curtains blinding you a little.

You rubbed your tired eyes and pout, you felt miserable. Sitting up you pulled the bed covers off your body, gasping when you saw a bloodstain on the white sheets.

Tears were already building up in your eyes and you let out a whimper.

When Steve heard you through the baby monitor he stopped what he was doing and went to your room.

He frowned when he found you sniffling on your bed, your knees pulled up to your chest and a stuffie clutched close.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed. When he got closer he saw the reason you were crying, instantly starting to comfort you. "It's okay, little doll. Don't be scared, daddy is here."

"Let's get you in a nice bath, yeah?" you only nod holding your arms up for him.

Steve gently picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom, on the way there he crossed paths with Bucky, who was worried because of your tear-strained face.

The blonde whispered something to him that you didn't really understand and Bucky pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

In the bathroom the water was already filling the tub while Steve helped you out of your jammies, throwing them in the laundry basket. He picked you up again and lowered you into the warm water, your muscles finally relaxing.

"There we go. Does that feel nice?" he chuckled when you closed your eyes.

While Steve gave you your bath, Bucky was changing your bedsheets and preparing his and Steve's bed for you to sleep in the next days, both knowing you wouldn't want to leave their side.

The Super Soldiers know it's your first time having your period and want it to be as comfortable as possible for you, they both had to ask Natasha for advice.

You giggled a little when Steve slightly blew air into your face with the hair dryer.

"Silly daddy!"

"Oh, I'm silly you say?" he smiled and kissed your cheek, reaching out to grab a pull-up. "You should wear those for the next few days, ok doll? You don't have to use them! They are just for the blood."

You nod and let him slip on the pull-up, your jammies followed next. Steve picked you up and got to the master bedroom where you saw Bucky moving around.

Your head perked up at what Bucky prepared for you. "I can sleep here?"

"Yes, Doll. You can sleep here with us the next few days." your dada announced happily and took you from Steve's arms, blowing raspberries to your cheek and placing you in the middle of their bed.

You quickly got comfortable and your eyes went wide at all the snacks that were stacked on the nightstand, making a grabby hand for your sippy that Steve gladly handed to you.

Bucky handed you a pill before you could drink. "Here, Doll, it's for the pain." he winked.

"Fank you." you quickly swallowed the painkiller and laid down.

A few moments later you saw both of your daddies coming out of the attached bathroom, both dressed in their famous snuggle outfits. You were squealing on the inside with glee, you get to cuddle with them the whole day! Not only today though.

The super soldiers got quickly on each side of you, squishing you in between them.

"Everything is okay, daddies are here doll," Bucky whispered and kissed your head.

"How are you feeling? Or do you need anything else?" Steve asked worried that you might not be comfortable.

Bucky chuckled that his boyfriend went into mama bear mode. Steve is protective in general but when he's in that mode he won't even leave your side, constantly making sure you're alright.

"M good, thank you daddy" you smiled and sat up a little. "Can we watch 'toons? And eat some snacks?" you hesitantly asked the last part.

"Sure doll" Bucky smirked and handed you your favorite candy first.

Next, he reached out for his phone to answer Natasha's messages, telling her that everything worked and thanking her for the bits of advice. He put his phone away, Bluey was already playing on the TV and they could hear you humming to the intro.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other with proud smiles and leaned in to kiss each other softly.

"Bluey!" you giggled and they both got comfortable, all wrapped around you.

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sehyunie23 · 1 year ago

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Love Will Keep Us

Alive (Part 1) - Minji

Y/n POV

Walking inside the cold air of the hospital hall as I'm walking to a certain room, where it is colder. Where my heart breaks when I enter.

Walking in the silence, I arrived at the door of the room and opened it and there, I see the girl who made my heart flutter, the girl who completes the puzzle in my life, looking out in the window.

Seeing that she didn't feel my presence, I slowly and quietly made my way to her and once I'm close to her, I hugged her softly.

"How are you Minji?" I asked while stroking her silky hair. Minji then looked at me with a small smile on her face and nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck.

"I'm fine~ still your strong and beautiful girl," Minji answered which made me giggle.

"Of course my strong baby~ what are you feeling right now?" I asked and Minji backs up and faced me.

"My health is improving! The doctor said earlier," Minji said with excitement while me, I began to feel relief inside of me with happiness.

"Is that so? Then we should celebrate huh?" I said and Minji hugged me while squealing in joy.

"Yes! We should," Minji said as she relaxed on my body.

"Should I call the other girls?" I asked and Minji immediately shook her head and hugged me tighter.

"I would love them to be here, but I want us to have some alone time. You don't like spending time with me don't you?" Minji suddenly said the last part out of the blue as she begins to pout.

Chuckling at the girl in my arms, I cupped her cheeks and pecked her lips turning the pout into a beautiful smile that I always love seeing.

"I like spending time with you cutie. Be strong alright? When you are cured we will go out of this hospital and I will take you to the amusement park," I said as I patted Minji's hair.

"You just gave me another motivation to be healthy," Minji said with fire in her eyes.

I just giggled at the girl as her love for amusement parks is pretty evident.

"Then let's get healthy?!" I asked and raised my fists.

Minji smiled and nodded as she also raised her fists.

"Yes! We will be more healthy and strong," Minji said with full conviction which made me smile because of her fighting spirit.

Minji is a strong girl, no, scratch that. Minji is a strong woman whose heart is not scared by the negative outcomes that are offered by this scary life. Minji is a warrior and does not have 'give up' on her vocabulary.

As I'm happy that she is fighting her illness, but a part of me is sad. Sad because I see her struggling in her fight.

Of course, the only thing I can do is to support her in her fight to recovery and hope for the best in the future.

Time passes and Minji and I talked about life and happiness with sometimes Minji giggling at what I say.

"You know sometimes, Hanni can be a little too much right?" I said as Minji just laughs.

"That girl is crazy, you know that~ at least Danielle is not that crazy," Minji said and chuckled.

"How about let's just say that you just have strange friends," I said which made Minji pout at me.

"You call me and my friends strange? Huhuhu~," Minji faked crying which made me giggle and hug Minji. Minji then smiled and hugged me buck, nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck.

"You said that~ Anyways, it's late. You need to rest Minji-ah," I said and patted Minji's hair making her whine.

"Nooo~ Let's hang out more!" Minji childishly said as she flapped her arms.

"You need to rest to be healthy," I said as Minji only pouted and shook her head.

"And I need to be happy to be healthy. You are my happiness so please~?" Minji said with pleading eyes.

Who can resist Minji with her cute pout?

I just giggled at the girl beside me and pulled her in a warm hug. Minji hummed in joy as I stroked her hair and kisses her crown.

Moments like this are the best ones. Yes, there is some pain beneath it, but us partnering up to defeat an invisible foe is making Minji and I determined to fight. Together.

"Okay babe, so talk?" I said and Minji looked at me in glee as she immediately nodded her head.

"Yes! I have so much to tell you!" Minji exclaimed which puts a smile on my face.

"Then tell them all to me, I'm all ears," I said and with that, Minji talked topics, random stories, and some memories she wants to experience again.

As I'm looking at the girl beside me, I couldn't bother but cry. Crying because what if it turned out for the worse?

What will I do?

What can I do?

Simple questions that I can't even answer. Simple questions that only time can tell the answers.

Patting Minji's head while sobbing, Minji parted her head from mine as she looked at me shocked at why I am crying.

"Y/n! Why are you crying?" Minji asked concerned as I'm trying to muster up the words for my answer.

"N-nothing," I said and wiped my tears as Minji smiled as she puts her hands on my cheeks.

"I know what you're thinking Y/n and to be honest I'm scared too, but when I think to myself that I have someone who supports me and gives me the strength to fight. I become motivated, determined because I know, someone is fighting with me," Minji said as her eyes tears up.

"No! We shouldn't be scared! We are in this fight together! We are a strong couple right?!" I said as I push sadness out of the topic.

"Yes! I have you! You have me! We are in this together!" Minji wiped her tears and shouted.

"We will leave this hospital in joy and happiness and we will do everything you just said!" I said which made Minji bursts into laughter.

"Yes! We will be engaged, married and we will have a happy family-," Minji then stopped and looked at me making our eyes locked.

"Right?" Minji added which made me smile.

"Yes, you're right. We will all do those things. So be healthy alright?" I said and Minji nodded and leans to my body as I blanket her with warmness and security.

"Yep! I will be, and also, my birthday is near~," Minji said in a happy tone as she is getting cozy in my hug.

"Then let's plan it, shall we?" I said and Minji smiled at me and nodded.

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The day that Minji is excited about has arrived! Now, a hospital is not the greatest place to have a birthday on, I agree with that. But life needs a few exceptions sometimes.

Going to the room where Minji is admitted, I saw her other friends decorating her room. From banners and balloons to the food we individually bought.

Now you may ask, where is Minji? Well, Minji's friends and I asked her parents to join in our little plan of ours, and without a doubt, Minji's parents agreed to whatever our plan is, for the sake of the happiness of their daughter. Now, Minji is somewhere in the hospital, along with her parents.

Back to my perspective, I see the tallest of the bunch hanging the happy birthday banner on the wall while being pestered by the smallest one.

"Hyein-ah! It doesn't look right!" Hanni said while looking through her hand camera using... Well, her hands.

"Unnie, please define perfect in your eyes?" Hyein asked the older girl in a monotone voice, probably getting annoyed.

"Eek! It's not pleasing in the eyes!" Hanni shrieked making the younger one sigh and repositions the banner again.

"Yah! Come down Hyein-ah, take a rest," Their other friend Danielle said.

"Yes! Take a rest Hyein and Hanni unnie, please hang the banner," Haerin, the other girl in this little friendship circle of Minji said.

"Yah kitty, you think I can reach that high?" Hanni burst into anger which made me chuckle.

All eyes are on me now as I chuckle, the girls stopped whatever they are doing and looked in my direction.

"Y/nnie!!!" "Oppa!!!!!"

The girls shouted and squealed.

I laughed at their reaction and opened my arms wide and they went to me with such force and began snuggling at me.

"Oof, y'all getting stronger lately," I said as they dispersed.

"Of course oppa, we work out too you know?" Hyein said and flexed her arms.

Giggling at the younger girl, I patted her head and Hyein begins to chuckle.

"I also work out!" Hanni raised her hands but seeing her, I think teasing the girl would be nice hehehe.

"You? Hanni?" I faked my expression.

"Yes. Yah! Are you belittling me Y/n!?" Hanni roared.

"Nah, I know that you don't exercise. Bleh!" I said and Hanni ran to me with a fist.

"You! You dare to tease the Hanni PhAMMMM. AHHHHHH!!!" As Hanni stomped towards me, I carried her and rocked her like a baby.

The other girls just laughed at the older girl who is just whining loudly in my arms. Feeling that I teased Hanni enough, I put down the girl and immediately, she smacked my arms repeatedly.

"Y/n! You dare to mess with me?!" Hanni said which made me laugh harder.

"Unnie! Stop hitting oppa!" Haerin said and hugged me to protect me from the attack Hanni is giving me.

"Haerin is so nice and pretty! Thank you Haerin-ah," I said and patted the girl's head and she buried her head to my chest.

"Yah Kitty, choose which side are you on!" Hanni sulked which made me giggle.

"Aish, don't mind her Haerin-ah. Come here Hanni-ya, I know you just want a hug~," I cooed. Hanni stomped her feet first but she walked slowly to me and then, I wrapped her in my arms with her, still sulking. A funny sight to be honest

"Would you look at that, Hanni gives in to a hug," Danielle said with her accent.

"Sup Aussie?" I said and Danielle smiled.

"I'm good mate," Danielle said which made me scrunch my face.

"What? Since when did you use mate in your greetings?" I asked.

"Just now. I just want to see your reaction," Danielle giggled which I just snickered at.

"I'm good mate~," Someone mimicked Danielle.

"There she is, who would have thought," I said and looked at Haerin who is smiling innocently beside me.

"Of course, it had to be the kitty cat," Hanni said.

"Hanni Pham~," Haerin said and hugged her unnie which made me release Hanni.

"Eek! What's with you!" Hanni shrieked and there, they are playing cat and mouse.

"I do not know them!" Hyein said which made me laugh.

I then looked around Minji's room and see that the balloons are hung nicely along with some of the banners.

Seeing the girls playing made me giggle, I was about to go out until Minji entered wearing a blindfold, also followed by Mr. and Mrs. Kim.

Minji's parents looks at me with a smile on their faces, I smiled back at them and went in front of Minji who is stretching her arms out, trying to feel her surroundings.

I giggled at Minji and touched her hand which made her squeal in surprise but later held my hand tightly.

"Y/n?! Is that you?" Minji asked excitedly.

"Yes Minji-ah," I said and Minji immediately hugged me tightly, along with her high-pitched squeal.

I giggled at my girlfriend and patted her soft and silky hair. I then removed her blindfold and I can see her eyes adjusting to the lights.

As Minji's eyes are coping with the lights, her smile never left her face. The beauty to which I fell in love to is right here in front of me, loving me.

"Wow, it's bright in here," Minji remarked which made me chuckle.

"Give it a few more seconds Minji, your eyes are just adjusting," I said.

"Woah! Banners and balloons! Is this for me?!" Minji asked enthusiastically and I smiled and nodded at the girl who is excited and happy.

"W-when did you do this?" Minji asked as she faces me.

"Look behind me," I said and Minji peeked at my shoulders and then the next thing I know is that the girls squealed loudly.

I watched as Minji ran to them in joy. Hanni and Danielle hug Minji while jumping, while Haerin and Hyein are just clapping, waiting for their turn to hug the birthday girl.

And from there, we celebrated Minji's birthday full of happiness and laughter. The hospital also cleared the little park on the roof for an hour for us to enjoy the celebration to the fullest.

We played in the hospital's little park on the rooftop while Minji's parents prepared our food.

We played like children who is not thinking about the sad and negatives, relishing the present time, not letting a single second pass by without a good memory.

We went on until the sun sets down, not even a single of us tired from the make-up activities.

We had our fun and the girls went home along with Mr. and Mrs. Kim, making me stay with Minji alone.

But as they say

All good things must come to an end.

*beep*

*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

"Charge it at 250!"

"*Sigh* Write it down. Time of death, 4:53 am,"

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I looked at the blue sky, no clouds. Everything is calm and peaceful.

I'm currently sitting in the cemetery where she is buried at. Sitting with her tombstone in front of me.

I would be crying, to be honest, but I have no tears left.

Funny to think that we were just having fun a week ago, only to be sad this week.

What would have happened if we didn't have fun last week?

Would she still be alive today?

Will she still be in my arms today laughing, making me happy?

I miss her.

I miss her very much.

I don't want to accept this nightmare.

I still want to hug her, kiss her. Pamper her with my love. To do the promise that we will be marrying each other, have a small family, to be happy.

It breaks my heart when I tell myself that our dream will never be true.

But amidst my sadness, I'm also happy.

Happy that she will no longer feel pain. She fought for us, she did not show to us that she was struggling. She only wants us to smile, oh how I miss her bright and beautiful smile.

I wish I have a day more with her. A day where we can hang out for the last time. A day where I can hear her giggles, feel her warmth and see her cheekiness for the last time.

I looked then looked at the tombstone where she is buried and I smiled softly.

"You did well Minji-ah, I'm so proud of you. *Sigh*

Rest now yeah? Thank you for making me happy, us happy. Thank you for staying with me until your last breath. I-I d-don't know what to do anymore," I said as I teared up.

"I can't do anything but to accept this reality. You were beautiful, you were perfect. I love you Minji ah. I love you very much," I said and cried my heart again.

I planted a kiss on her tombstone and stands up.

Looking at her resting place for the last time, I wiped my tears and left the graveyard to continue my day. A day that will still adapt to changes, and face reality alone.

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hisui555 · 1 year ago

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Hazbin Hotel thoughts Bonus 2

Heaven's side : "how are they with kids" + "react to a drawing of themselves"

(Hazbin Hotel thoughts : How are they with kids, main cast here)

(Hazbin Hotel thoughts : Reacting to a drawing of themselves, main cast here)

Masterpost here.

So, uh, I've seen there's been likes, and reblogs (seriously where do y'all come from), and that hypothetically you may be interested in Heaven's side of the same thing -- Oh who am I kidding yes I came up with ideas and couldn't resist sharing, let's go.

(On that note, I'm editing the previous posts that started it all so that y'all have links from one to the other, because a funny thing I realized is that I have completely different people liking each post each time, there's absolutely no common name - which is funny to me given that one is the bonus of the other.)

Without further ado, here we go :

Emily is just the friendliest babysitter around. Not unlike Charlie, she'll react with glee to anything the kid does, especially when they're progressing on something. She's very encouraging and supportive, also accomodating : unless the child is okay with her less humanlike appearance, she'll keep her extra eyes closed, and will only gradually insert the change overtime, while mostly keeping her casual disguise. Touch her fluffy wings ? Her equally fluffy hair ? Even her halo ? Sure ! Just don't nab on them. She'll gently break down what's okay from what is not, that respect is a thing and boundaries too, and for each and every person they're different. Tantrum ? She'll be gentle but firm about it, because while she is nice and caring, she also has limits and reasonable authority. No Bad Things on her watch, and she'll explain why they're bad at length. Doesn't matter if the child is a Sinner, a Hellborn, a Living soul or a Winner. Always eager to let the kid try new things, give the maximum of options, and free choice is a big deal to her - she'll be here to help anytime, and interacts a lot with the kid. Expect a lot of what we don't know, we can find out together ! Might be a bit too coddling at times, though not to Charlie's levels, probably. Affection is given by the gallons.

A drawing of her ? For her ? Why that day in Heaven is super-happy amongst happy days ! Ironically, given the art-style, it's closer to her true form, but nonetheless, she adores it, and can't wait to show Sera. If she can't pin it somewhere, she'll keep it on her own person, in a nice pocket dimension or accessible through summon magic, so she can whip it out at anytime and show it to whoever's asking. Might give it a glance or look at times before turning in for the night (do they have nights in Heaven ? If Hell does, probably yes), squealing out a delighted giggle for herself. She'll presciously keep it safe and spotless.

Sera is poised and regal no matter the circumstances. She's gentle and patient, and while she will take the role of a guiding hand too, contrary to Emily who's happy to let the child steer and put herself on their level, Sera will never leave the role nor status of The Adult and guides away instead of towards. There's a delimited, arbitrary comfort zone the child shouldn't ask questions out of, and she won't be keen simply answering that she doesn't know the answer, deviating it towards something else or just put an end to the discussion (That's not important. What you have to know is that you can't do that). That's not to say that she's uncaring, or harsh, it's just that her worry overwrites the child's choices at times. A demon or Sinner child might be met with a bit more condescention and less roaming freedom than a Living or Winner soul, but Sera will take great care of them nonetheless, and make sure no harm happens to them. Tantrums are met with the time-out corner or cold shoulder, but she doesn't like to punish the kid, only seeing it as a necessity - and she'll still be around to talk in case things get better in the meantime. She's compassionate, but her emotional distance mostly turns it into pity and a dash of coldness, her affection is more subdued. She'll keep her most humanlike form at all times.

Drawings of her ? She'll gladly accept them, giving a soft but genuine smile. She appreciates the attention, and will politely listen to the child explaining how they drew the pic, not really commenting nor asking questions but still sincerely listening about it. She might keep it in a folder or hang it somewhere private, somewhere that doesn't interfere with her work, but still somewhere visible in her own quarters - and that, no matter the type of soul who offers.

Now who in their right mind would give a child to take care of to Adam ? Yet, disaster dominoes lined up - or let's say it's an order from Sera, she's too busy to do it and Emily isn't available - and against all common sense a kid ended up in his... care. Welp, it's a disaster from start to finish, especially when the misogynist tendencies kick in : expect a lot of outdated and downright gross comments about you'll see when you grow up, and do you know how you came from these nuts ? flauntering his "Original Dick" status all over the place. He won't be hitting on a child (not his thing), thank hell, but he has absolutely NO censor, crossing the line all the way up to its deceased grandmother, getting her corpse pregnant and aborting the resulting baby (...QED). Worse if the kid is a girl, because he'll automatically deem her inferior, also did I tell you how the two first women are stupid bitches ? Guess where you come from. If the child is a demon, he'll try to weasel out, but an order from Sera will hold him back and anyway it's no fun when outside the right setting : there's no fight, no chase, no thrill. He'll just begrudgingly roll with it. Don't count on any healthy or child-appropriate food : it's junk food at all hours or nothing. Naptime - well, what naptime ? Can't a guy play guitar in peace ? Also, only pussies cry. Man the fuck up. Kiddo is his groupie whether they like it or not, his personal little hype-man. He will TOTALLY use them to try to hit on "chicks".

He also WILL forget the child in a parking lot, however more unintentionally than not (Wait, didn't I had a thing to take care of ?), rough them around by carrying them like a sack of potatoes, bring them to inappropriate places (tough to find in Heaven, I guess, but if he can have his way with a Virtue angel and brag about it there might be stuff going on, just not as much as in Hell) and just be his crass-mouthed self without much of a care. Might resort to the threat of physical violence as a scare tactic to get the kid to behave (the way he wants), though maybe not applying it (I'm ambivalent about that : I guess it can go both ways - just shaking to rough up and scare off or really giving a smack). Really, the only way to get along with him is to find him cool or admire him in some way, and he might soften a bit (...really a bit) and bond a tad (a tiny tad) over rock music : again, being his hype-man. If Adam gets to show off and have a fan, it'll be just one small metric less of a complete catastrophe.

Which brings us to : drawings of him. Nevermind the quality, he'll always ask to add stuff that makes him cool (No, you forgot the spikes !! And where's the guitar ? Add it ! Here ! Look, just take that bright yellow fucking crayon, it's easy as puss !) and might even rip the drawing material out of the kid's hands to add it himself. The guy will be competitive about it : either he's the coolest or the kiddo might as well redo the entire thing. Once he's satisfied, he'll keep it, frame it in the most extravagant frame he can think of, sign it over the kid's signature and pin it somewhere he can easily see it. With time, he'll forgot who did it (Got that from a fan, er... whatstheirface) and move on, not realizing that his mental age has been forever lower than the kid's he was supposed to take care of.

And as the answer to the infamous "can't get worse", yes it can ! Lute. Bohohoyyyy, LUTE. She's no babysitter, she's a fanatic fighter, a bloodthirsty warrior, and the only thing holding her back from skewering a demon child is a direct order from Sera. So she'll be as neglectful and abusive verbally and emotionally as she can get away with. Cries get on her nerves. Tantrums ? She'll boot the kid in a room and lock them up there for the rest of the day. Sinners and Hellborn aren't given any toys. Food is composed of rests. She doesn't have time for that shit. Even Winner children are barely worth her attention, though she can plaster a semblance of decency on her face towards them - don't expect her to smile, though. She's not here for that. She won't even think of the brat as useful to her, it's like a stupid assignment she got saddled with. A heaven-bound soul ? Bare necessities are taken care of, next to no interaction, no affection given, the sooner it's over with the better. A hell-bound soul ? She'll imprint their features into her mind and make sure to find them, down there, next Extermination. A wretched Sinner shouldn't even set foot near the Pearly Gates. The only thing keeping her from dumping that vile blasphemy of a soul is that she'd rather keep an eye on them herself, because she's the only one strong enough to not fall for any of their traps, for sure.

A drawing of her ? Don't accept anything from a demon and rip it into pieces right then and there. It's just a mockery of her, whatever the quality is, and don't you ever think I can't see what you're doing you little shitstain clinging at my boots. The same drawing from a heaven-bound soul ? Eh. Meh. Thanks I guess. She'll tuck it somewhere, forget about it, and if it has folds or coffee stains or whatever else damaging it, not her problem. Someone finds it ? She'll brush it off, tell them they can keep it, do her a favor, she doesn't have time nor thoughtspace for this. Better than to let it rot here. If it ends up falling in her line of sight again, she'll derive a wicked self-righteous confidence that she's fighting for the right thing. And the thrill of battle, of course, but hey, that one's not on the drawing, so she'll supply it herself, in her mind.

And because why the hell not, St-Peter. If it's a hell-bound soul, he'll ask if there's any mistakes, but nope, he's really gonna babysit a little demon today. Well in that case, no problem, Welcome To Heaven and all that jazz ! Just don't do demon-y things, okay ? Now what would you like to do ? We can go on a seminar about how to help grandmas cross the roads, or how to be parsimonious while partying and oh, oh, how about a coooourse - oooon - generosity ! Past that first hurdle, he'll be a genuinely sweet guy, treating all souls alike. His problem ? Well, two : first, unlike Emily, he has no authority and will get trampled on by any kid who's a bit more stubborn than the norm, and second, his Don't Do That (TM) sermons can. Last. Hours. He'll accidentally cause more naptimes by pointing out the 547 reasons of why littering is bad that when he'd actually asked the child to take a nap, or is too engrossed in his speech to see that the kid has given him the slip. Weak to puppy-dog eyes. He'll buy that ice scream with rainbow sprinkles, okay, okay, don't look at him like that ! But he'll be also a great guide and has a ton of ideas on activities, even if commenting a bit too much about them. Might catch on the fact that his sermon-talking induces sleep and appropriately uses it in a savvy way. He'll stay polite, but without hypocrisy : if a kid points out that he swore earlier when they told him they're Belphegor's 2nd cousin thrice removed, he'll agree, apologize, and explain why it's bad. Kind of cleaning-inclined ? Please keep the brimstones off the floor at least. He'll insist that things are tidied up after playing, leaving a mess isn't the politest thing after all, and will include the kid in that : they can clean up together, he'll help !

A drawing of him ? Depending on what he'll receive, he'll be elated, or really working out his optimism and trying to be as less judgemental as possible. Why aren't you the most precious, kindest soul. Your style is... uh... unique ? Why - why is blood - oh, ooooh, what a fabulous one-single-color rainbow, oh, ahem, that's so sweet ! And look at those little arms NOT up crying for help, but in what I'm sure is excitement ! And those... tears -- of happiness of course ! Ahem, do you need therapy ? But whatever it is, he'll keep it, because he considers it a gift. Just that, depending on the degree of disturbing-ness, it's either on a wall in his office at home, or in a folder under a looong stack of papers and other things he'd rather look at rarely. But he'll still shed a tear over a smile when his babysitting time comes to an end, especially if he actually managed to bond with the kid, whatever realm they're bound to. Awww.

Well, here you have it ! Dunno if I'll pour other ideas of the same type (cast + kids), but it's surely not the last speculative rant you'll see from me (I guess). Hope you enjoyed.

(And thanks for the likes and reblogs, it made my day.)

Again, Masterpost here.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel saint peter #hazbin adam #hazbin emily #hazbin lute #hazbin sera #hazbin st peter #hazbin hotel thoughts

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bumblesimagines · 2 years ago

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Midnight Beach

Part 11

Request: Yes or No

Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455

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"For the record, I think this is a horrible idea, Pope."

Something about a desperate teenager scaling the wall of a century-old church with rotting wood screamed dangerous to (Y/N). Pope was a geek. A nerd. Someone who could recite mathematical and scientific equations without blinking an eye. Someone who notably sucked at gym class- per JJ's words- and had almost no muscle definition. Pope was lanky and tall and only exercised when he had to run from something or someone. He was no Peter Parker or Miles Morales. He was Pope Heyward, son of a fishmonger. So why the hell had they let him climb up the wall and onto creaking pillars with only minor protesting?

Hitting the side of one of the beams, Pope called down to them with no regard for their worries. "Alright, this one's solid wood. I'm gonna try the other beam."

"Pope, that's rotten as shit right there, okay?" JJ called out to his best friend but his words went in one ear and out the other. Pope moved around the wooden beams, propping himself up and hitting the side of the middle support beam. "I hate to break it to you, but that's just wood."

"It has to be here," Pope muttered and stood, arms wrapped around the beam as he traversed around it.

"Just, watch out for that wasp's nest above your head, Pope! Move slow, alright?" JJ called out again. Pope eyed the nest and set his foot down near the last beam, the wood there proving to be unsteady when a piece of wood fell down near the group on the ground. Pope panted softly and craned his neck, eyes squinting at the last beam when he hit it.

"It's hollow. I need a crowbar."

"I'll be right back." Sarah sighed and turned on her heels, walking back out toward the cars. (Y/N) rubbed his forehead, feeling the base of his neck start to ache. He glanced back at Sarah when she returned with the crowbar and tossed it up at Pope, a wide proud smile breaking out on her face when he caught it. Pope began chipping away at the side of the beam, bits and pieces of wood falling down. The more he chipped and tore away from the beam, the better look they got at what was inside.

"Is that..." (Y/N) felt his breath hitch in his throat, the gleam of the setting sun peering through the windows and lighting up the inside of the beam. A golden glitter came from within. Pope tore away a large chunk of wood and there it was. A myth turned reality. The cross of Santo Domingo.

"Oh my god... Oh my god!" Kiara squealed as JJ and John B whooped and hugged each other, jumping up and down in excitement. Sarah laughed and jumped as well, hands shaking and grabbing onto Kiara for support. The blonde spun around and threw her arms around (Y/N), eyes shining with glee. (Y/N) snapped himself out of his shock and laughed breathily, slowly wrapping his arms around Sarah.

"We did it!" Pope cheered, hacking away at the side of the beam until the cross was fully and completely exposed to them. He shoved his hands up in the air and let out a gleeful cry, attracting the attention of the wasps flying above him. Pope's cry turned from excited to pained as the wasps swarmed and began stinging him. The crowbar fell from his hands and landed on the ground with a clatter, and soon, his foot slipped and the sudden weight shift caused him to fall over, forcing him to cling desperately onto the support beam.

"Cover the ground with something soft!" (Y/N) called, tearing himself away from Sarah and snatching up the cushions on the pews. The Pogues scattered, grabbing anything that looked soft while shoving away the pews and furniture to ensure Pope wouldn't fall on them.

"I can't hold!" Pope screamed, one hand slipping from the beam. They tossed the cushions down on the floor, pushing them around to make a landing pad of sorts. With one last screech, Pope fell from the beam and landed on the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. They surrounded Pope immediately, asking questions and checking him for injuries. Pope winced and cracked open his eyes with a small groan, only for his eyes to fly open. He shoved (Y/N) and JJ aside and they looked up, scrambling out of the way as the cross fell onto the ground, breaking through the floor.

"Pope, you okay?!" JJ rushed to his side but Pope waved him off with heavy pants. (Y/N) pushed himself off the floor and got closer, crouching down to look him over. The wasps had gotten him good, covering his neck and hands with stings.

"Give me... a minute to... catch my breath." Pope gasped.

"You did it, Pope." John B whispered and (Y/N) lifted his eyes off Pope to look at the cross. It was big, bigger than all of them. Designs and carvings had been engraved into it with a small square right below the crystal-imbedded center where a key could be inserted. (Y/N) felt dizzy just looking at it. The Pogues fawned over it, hesitantly running their fingers over it as if scared it'd fall apart if they were too rough. (Y/N) felt Pope move and turned to watch him, noticing the stings were forming into large bumps on his skin. One of his eyes appeared nearly swollen shut. (Y/N)'s throat tightened.

"This belongs in a museum." John B breathed.

"Are you kidding me?!" JJ exclaimed, whirling around to look at him. "If we melted her old bones down, we'd be making high billions, dude."

"Hey! It's my ancestors' cross!" Pope shouted, bracing himself against one of the pews and wincing. "This is bigger than money, and the world's gotta know the truth."

"And if we don't get this shit outta here before Limbrey gets here, nobody's gonna know. So, saddle up."

"Pope, Pope, hold on a second. Are you okay?" (Y/N) stepped in Pope's way before he could stand and attempt to pick up the cross. Pope nodded but then staggered, bringing a hand to his chest and curling his fingers around his shirt. He coughed and collapsed back onto the pew, beginning to gasp for air. (Y/N) froze.

"Pope? Pope! Shit, what's wrong with him?" JJ appeared at (Y/N)'s side and grasped Pope's shoulder, panicked eyes flickering all over his friend.

"He's having an allergic reaction." Kiara mused, bringing a trembling hand to her mouth.

"Shit, Kie's right. The stings are causing a reaction. We need to get him to a hospital-" Pope's eyes suddenly rolled back and he began convulsing. "-right now!" (Y/N) slung one of his arms over his shoulder while John B got his other arm. The girls ran up ahead, opening the church doors and holding them open as they dragged Pope out. JJ lingered behind, attempting to cover up the cross as best as he could. (Y/N) and John B got him to the Carrera truck, laying him back across the backseat. Kiara got in with him, keeping his legs elevated and checking on his pulse.

"W-What do we need?!" JJ asked, his voice high with panic.

"An epi-pen. Where's his epi-pen?" (Y/N) turned to look at the boys but received silence in response. "Why doesn't he have one?!"

"We didn't know he was allergic, b-but I know where to find one!" JJ's face brightened and he got in the driver's seat, quickly turning on the truck. Groaning quietly, (Y/N) got in the passenger seat and watched Sarah and John B get in the back before JJ stepped on the gas and took off down the road, making quick turns and definitely breaking at least a few road laws.

Swerving into a neighborhood, the truck came to a screeching halt in front of a house. JJ flew out of the driver's seat and sprinted up to the front door, knocking rapidly and shouting for help. (Y/N) helped John B and Kiara get Pope out of the backseat, listening to his labored breathing as they took him up the driveway where a shirtless and pantless man swung the door open with a scowl.

"Ricky, please, he can't breathe!" John B pleaded with the bearded man. Ricky groaned and ran a hand over his face, begrudgingly opening the glass door for them and letting them inside when he saw the state Pope was in. Sarah and Kiara hurried inside, clearing out the man's dining table by knocking over his basket of laundry and any stray clutter. (Y/N) and John B lied Pope across the table and Ricky got a good look at him.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's having an allergic reaction to wasp stings and needs an epi-pen right now." (Y/N) explained to Ricky, each gasp for air sending a shot of anxiety down his back. He should've stayed home. If he had, he wouldn't have to steal with drenched clothes and a potentially dying friend. So much for wanting a peaceful year.

"I gotta get my kit." Ricky turned and headed deeper into his house, prompting JJ to quickly follow him and help search for his kit. Sarah and Kiara tried speaking to Pope, attempting to keep him conscious and focused on their voices. (Y/N) stepped back, spotting a fridge in the next room and walking toward it. He opened the freezer and searched it, grabbing the first ice pack he spotted and closing it.

"What's that for?" John B asked only for (Y/N) to press it against his chest and shove him down onto the couch.

"For you, Routledge. Stay off your damn ankle and keep that pressed against it." He barked and John B clamped his mouth shut, bowing his head and placing the ice pack over his ankle. Kiara cupped Pope's face, eyes beginning to well up with tears as she softly spoke to him. Ricky jogged past them and entered his garage, still searching for his kit. He emerged from the garage with a black backpack in hand and set it down on the table beside Pope's head.

"What do we do now?"

"You don't do anything 'cause you're not a paramedic," Ricky replied and took out a syringe and a small bottle, poking the syringe into the bottle and sucking up the medicine inside. "Here's the thing, I don't have a proper epi-pen on me right now but I have this. This is a pediatric dose of epinephrine. It is ten times a normal dose. So if it doesn't stop his heart, it'll help him. But I gotta use the whole thing, or it won't work and I'm not going down if he dies."

"Okay! Fine! Do it!" JJ shouted when everyone else stared at Ricky wide-eyed. Oh, (Y/N) should've stayed home. He should've stayed home on his cozy couch. With JJ's permission, Ricky injected the dose into Pope's arm, taking out the needle once done and sighing heavily. Pope remained unresponsive on the table and Kiara began panicking, shouting and cursing at Ricky until Pope suddenly gasped. Pope groaned and sluggishly sat up, muttering about feeling hot and shrugging off his jacket.

"Okay, now we go to the hospital. I'll pay for the bills if you want-"

"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me but we have to get that cross." Pope slid off the table, stumbling past (Y/N) and JJ. He shoved open the door and staggered out, pace quickening as his energy returned to him. Everyone quickly followed after him, attempting to steer him toward calming down but Pope simply whooped, threw his jacket on the ground, and got into the truck. Or more precisely, he got into the driver's seat.

"He's high as shit," Kiara whispered and followed him, getting into the passenger seat. The others followed, having to squeeze in the backseat with JJ basically sprawled out over John B and Sarah's laps.

"Should we be letting him drive?" (Y/N) tentatively asked, feeling the truck lurch forward when Pope stepped on the pedal and began driving. Kiara's worried look didn't ease his concern, especially as night fell over them.

Pope continued to drive as fast as he could, his burst of energy prompting him to act impulsively and recklessly. The truck occasionally swerved from side to side, forcing the four in the backseat to squish together further. JJ's elbow met John B's chest a couple times while his foot stepped on (Y/N)'s calf about every few minutes. Pope even swerved onto the other lane to drive past another car, shouts and screams coming from them when he nearly crashed into an oncoming vehicle.

"We're not gonna get to the cross if we're dead, Pope!"

"We're not gonna die. It's our divine right to get that cross."

"Pope, look at the road!" John B hollered and Pope suddenly swerved the truck to avoid another collision, forcing the truck to begin spinning out. (Y/N) grabbed onto the assist handle on the ceiling of the car, holding onto it as Sarah fell over his lap and JJ's heel nearly collided with his abdomen. The back of his head hit the seat when the truck crashed, the sound of a window shattering and the airbags expanding filling his ears. He groaned and opened the door, stumbling out of the truck and catching himself before he could fall. Sarah and JJ followed him out, taking a moment to catch their breaths and try to soothe the growing aches in their muscles from whiplash.

"Kie, one word: totaled." JJ flashed the light from his phone over the front of the car and (Y/N) cringed at the sight, resting his hands on his knees and shakily exhaling. A fully cracked windshield and a crumbled hood. Not to mention the other dents in the truck. Guess he could cross getting into a car accident off the bucket list. (Y/N) straightened up, rolling his aching shoulder and looking over everyone. Nobody appeared injured, aside from some minor bruising.

"My parent's are gonna kill me." Kiara breathed.

"We're gonna have to walk the rest of the way. I'm going to get my cross." Pope stated and began walking down the side of the road. John B followed, stepping in his way and trying to stop him from continuing in his agitated state. The sight of headlights growing closer caught (Y/N)'s attention and he watched the truck drive closer until they drove past the group. (Y/N) made eye contact with the driver and a chill shot down his spine.

Rafe.

"The cross..." (Y/N) whispered, staring after the truck as it drove down the road. "They have it."

"We gotta get back to the church!"

Forced to sprint the rest of the way back to Freedman's Church, (Y/N)'s legs ached and cried by the time they arrived at the doorstep and entered to find the cross gone. He collapsed on one of the pews and slumped back against it, letting his body rest as JJ angrily rambled. Sarah took a set behind him, equally as exhausted. She leaned her head against his shoulders and closed her eyes, chest heaving and covered in a light layer of sweat. Kiara sat down across from them and buried her face in her hands, breathing slowing down. Pope slowly stepped toward the podium and stood behind it, looking down at one of the things his ancestor created.

"Denmark would've stood right here... preaching to everyone he set free. A slave, the sole survivor of the Royal Merchant, he got the gold and the cross, and he brought them both to shore and used it to free every person who walked through those doors. He made a church, a family, a congregation... a home. And the Limbreys took everything from him." Pope stepped down from the podium, an air of calm rage to him. "They sicced dogs on his wife and his kids, and when he tried to get her remains, they hung him. Well, I'm done. I'm tired of that shit. That is not how this is gonna end. We need a win, guys. I'm going to get my family's cross."

He walked forward and cracked open the door, pausing to turn his head to look at them. "You guys coming?"

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The drive back to Tannyhill had one obstacle. Shoupe had pulled the van over when they neared the crash and forced Kiara to go with them and return home to her parents or else he'd bring them down to the station for fleeing the scene of an accident. Despite leaving them with a deep frown and a heavy heart, Kiara gave them her blessing to continue on without her. So they did and arrived at the Cameron Residence well into the night.

"Stay low, stay low," Pope whispered to them as they got out of the Twinkie and crept up to the stone fence, seeing the truck from before pulling into the driveway. Rafe got out of the truck and swept his gaze over the front yard before stepping inside the mansion. "How much you want to bet Rafe's got the cross inside there right now?"

"Only one way to find out," Sarah decided and stepped away from the fence. She didn't look back as she began walking toward the gate leading up to her house, to a possible trap. (Y/N)'s feet followed her before he could think twice about it and his hand caught her wrist, brows knitted together in worry when she turned around to face him.

"Rafe's in there, Sarah-"

"I know. It's why I have to do this. I need to do this." She told him softly and placed her hand gently over his, fingers curling around his and affectionately squeezing. (Y/N)'s lips pressed together, eyes flickering between hers. Sarah's lips parted and she inched forward, head tilting upward to stare him directly in the eye. She went to speak but before a single word could leave her mouth, John B suddenly shoved himself between them, forcing (Y/N) to step back and blink. Sarah's jaw clenched at the sight of him.

"What is it?" She asked, a hint of irritation laced in her voice at his interruption.

"I need to talk to you." He pleaded softly, staring into her eyes as she had done to (Y/N).

"About?"

"Us." (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"Us?" Her brows rose in disbelief. "Really? You want to have this conversation now? John B, now's not the time-"

"No, no, look, Sarah. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." John B croaked and reached into his pocket, pulling out a worn piece of string and offering it back to her. Sarah looked down at it, letting him drop it in her palm and curl her fingers into a fist. He held her hand in his, thumb running over her knuckles. He lifted his other hand toward her face and cupped her cheek, eyes trailing down to her lips. He slowly began leaning forward.

"John B, no, not now." Sarah leaned back and pressed her hands against his chest, gently pushing him back. JJ and Pope hissed quietly in the distance and (Y/N) nearly snorted at the dejected look on John B's face. Sarah's tongue darted out between her lips and she sighed quietly, wrapping the string around her wrist and giving John B a tight-lipped smile.

"Sarah, I-"

"I don't know what I want right now, John B. You hurt me. You weren't there for me, after everything I did for you. I-I care about you. But I don't know if I want there to be an 'us' again. Not when there are... others." John B's shoulders sagged and his head turned to (Y/N) with a fierce glare. Sarah gently took his chin and turned his head back toward her. His gaze softened again. "Now's not the time. Pope needs our help. We'll talk about this later."

"But-"

"Later." Sarah turned around and walked away from them, slipping past the gate and heading up the driveway. John B's jaw clenched, hands turning into fists and he turned his body to face (Y/N). He shoved an accusatory finger into (Y/N)'s chest.

"If you weren't here-" (Y/N) brought his foot back then forward, kicking John B's ankle with the front of his sneaker and making him reel over in pain. He clamped a hand around John B's mouth before the teen could yelp and kept his hand pressed firmly against him as he dragged him back over to Pope and JJ. Both boys had their brows raised, staring at the withering John B.

"You learn a thing or two hanging around Rafe and Topper." (Y/N) mumbled and peered over the fence to check on Sarah, finally releasing the Pogue. John B crumbled against the fence, cupping his ankle and whimpering quietly. JJ and Pope exchanged glances and joined (Y/N) back up against the fence. Sarah approached the truck and looked inside, presumably searching for the keys but coming up short. She turned around and motioned toward the house, raising one hand to motion for them to stay behind.

"No, no, don't go inside!" Pope shook his head rapidly but Sarah merely turned and walked right into the house. Cursing under his breath, Pope and JJ braced themselves to go over the fence in support but (Y/N) spotted headlights going toward them and yanked the two back down. A golf cart rolled up, horn beeping and a gun cocking. Shit. (Y/N) swallowed and walked forward, staying in front of the Pogues and putting on his best smile.

"Mr. Sumner! Is that you? I hardly recognized you! Is that a new coat?"

"(Y/N)?" The old man lowered his shotgun and adjusted his glasses, stepping out of his golf cart and squinting at him. A smile suddenly broke out on his face, realization settling on his features. Looking down at his coat, he nodded. "Why, yes it is. Martha got it for our anniversary, ain't that nice?"

"Going on forty years, right?"

"I didn't expect you to remember!" Mr. Sumner laughed heartily and nodded, running a wrinkled hand over his new coat.

"How couldn't I? Mrs. Sumner mentions you every time she brings around that lovely meatloaf of hers. Always talkin' about how good of a husband you are. She loves you a whole lot."

"Yeah, that sounds like my Martha. Such a sweetheart she is." Mr. Sumner chuckled sheepishly and adjusted his glasses again to peer over (Y/N)'s shoulder. "And, uh, who might these fellas be? I couldn't help but notice they looked awfully suspicious tryin' to climb over the fence."

"Oh, these guys?" (Y/N) turned his head to look at them. The three of them put on polite smiles for the old man, glancing helplessly at (Y/N) and huddling closely together. "Well, this guy is Booker. He had an accident the other day and hurt his foot real bad but he's such a hardworking guy that he came right over to help the Camerons' with, uh-"

"Mr. Cameron's memorial, sir." JJ piped up, taking off his baseball cap and holding it to his chest. He walked forward and stood beside (Y/N), forcing his voice to tremble as he spoke. "You see, we were his yard workers, sir. While everyone else looks at us and just sees three delinquents from the Cut, Mr. Cameron saw potential. He trusted us to do his yard work, sir. He-He was such a good man to us. He really tried to help us young men from the Cut stay off the streets. He said he saw himself in us."

Forget being a motivational speaker, JJ should work toward being an actor. (Y/N) stared at the blonde as he went on, speaking about Ward Cameron with enough passion and heartache to make anyone believe he knew the man personally. JJ conjured a whole story from nothing and Mr. Sumner ate up every single word that came out of his mouth, even growing teary-eyed one time. (Y/N) wordlessly nodded along to his tale, backing up every lie JJ told the poor old man until he finished, wrapping it up with a perfect little bow. "-But don't worry, sir. The Knight of the Rhododendron lives on in all of us. It's why we planted those flowers in his honor. Don't you smell it?"

Mr. Sumner took a whiff of the air. "What is that, night-blooming jasmine?"

"No, that's more like, uhm... natural Viagra," JJ answered and (Y/N) cleared his throat loudly when Mr. Sumner's eyes widened. He stepped forward and gently took the older man by the arm, leading him back to his golf cart as Pope quietly scolded JJ for choosing Viagra of all things. Mr. Sumner sat down and placed his shotgun beside him.

"Martha must be worried about you, now, Mr. Sumner. If you'd like, tomorrow morning, I'll come by and drop off these fine gentlemen's business cards, alright?"

"See that you do, will you, son? I'd like to see if I can get some of those flowers planted in the garden."

"Right, of course, Mr. Sumner." (Y/N) forced another polite smile and patted his shoulder, taking a step back and waving as Mr. Sumner drove off. Once he turned the corner, (Y/N) spun around to face JJ and gave him a deadpan look that JJ snickered at.

"What? It worked!"

"Yeah, uh-huh."

The four of them hoisted themselves over the fence and landed quietly on the other side, although John B's ankle buckled underneath him and he was forced to clutch the wall for support momentarily. They crept through the front yard and ducked down behind some bushes when Rafe came out of the house with no sign of Sarah in tow. (Y/N) kept his attention on the front doors, waiting to see Sarah attempting to sneak out while JJ and John B went back and forth. Pope suddenly took off, chasing after the truck going down the driveway and jumping up, getting a hold of the side of it and clinging on.

"The hell was that?"

"No idea. But with Rafe gone-"

"Guys." (Y/N) roughly tugged on JJ's shoulder, eyes focused on Rose and Wheezie as they took out a limp Sarah and brought her to a black car. Rose got her in the back of the car, likely spouting some lies at Wheezie to get her help. "She's drugged..." (Y/N) concluded and backed up, watching the car head down the driveway and onto the street.

"Come on, let's get to the Twinkie, man!" JJ shouted, rushing down the driveway with (Y/N) and John B in tow and running out onto the street toward the van. They quickly climbed in and John B turned the van around, driving after Rose's car. The pursuit went well into the early morning, reaching the wharf just in time for the van to sputter and roll over to the side of the road. (Y/N) opened the door and hopped out, looking over the fence surrounding the wharf.

"What's our best bet?" John B asked, eyeing the security guard.

"I say we rush him. Three against one-"

"Or we wait for another cargo truck to come by to drop off its shipment and use it as cover." (Y/N) proposed and JJ pursed his lips, nodding. He shook his head and looked back down the road, waiting for a semi-truck to undoubtedly head inside the wharf. Luckily, they only had to wait a couple of minutes before a large red truck drove by. They ran up behind it and headed down the opposite side of where the guard was, successfully sneaking into the wharf undetected and hiding behind some large equipment.

"Shit, wait. The Coastal Venture. I know that ship. My dad did legs on her last summer. It's a total tramp steamer. I worked on her in port." JJ told them, pointing to the massive blue and red ship waiting at the dock.

"And there's the truck and Rose's car." (Y/N) pointed the two vehicles out. They were parked alongside the ship with a large wooden box sitting beside the truck, conveniently the same size as the cross. The workers got it strapped and it was hoisted into the air before being lowered down onto the ship. Rose got out of her car next, opening the back door for a worker who pulled Sarah out of the back seat and escorted her onto the ship with Rose.

"Howdy." The three flinched and turned around to face the last two Pogues. Pope looked battered and bruised, dried mud clinging onto his face and clothes. A grin spread across Kiara's face, a soft snort escaping her. "You looked scared as shit."

"How'd you even find us?"

"Geo-located your phone," Kiara answered JJ and stood beside (Y/N), looking out at the ship. "We gotta get on that boat, huh?"

"But first we gotta get past the goon squad," JJ murmured, nodding to the side and creeping forward. (Y/N) and Kiara followed, only pausing and looking back when Pope turned in the other direction.

"I've got an idea. Trust me, okay? I'll meet up with you guys." He assured John B before disappearing behind some equipment. (Y/N) turned back to Kiara and JJ only to flinch and duck when an explosion sounded off and Pope hurriedly ran back toward them. Workers immediately ran toward the explosion, giving them time to find access to the ship. Pope coughed and crouched down beside them, pointing out a white container.

"That container's going on the ship. We can get in that way." Pope told them and stood back up, leading them toward the container and climbing inside. John B followed him in, walking further into the container and disappearing behind the cargo. (Y/N) swallowed, staring into the container. The chances of them getting back out without consequences were low, especially if they were dealing with the Camerons. Kiara's fists clenched and unclenched, eyeing the container as well.

JJ stepped forward, taking Pope's hand and getting up into the container. He turned and smiled down at them reassuringly, extending his hand out toward them. "Nothing to lose?"

"Nothing to lose," Kiara repeated under her breath and took JJ's hand, pulling herself up into the container and heading in deeper. JJ watched her go before offering his hand to (Y/N), quirking a brow. (Y/N) licked his lips and inhaled deeply, lifting his head to meet JJ's eyes. His mind screamed at him to reject the offer and stay behind, to stay on land where he'd be safe. But the Pogues were his friends and Sarah needed him. Nodding to JJ, he took his hand.

"Nothing to lose."

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zenphiaaa · 2 years ago

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The Man (Kanroji Mitsuri)

Mitsuri hummed as she strolled along the waking path. There was still a few mintues before the actual meeting time, but Mitsuri always liked to be early. Means more time to catch up with people after all!

The Love Hashria finally reached the meeting spot and smiled once she saw who was already waiting. "Y/N!" Mitsuri shouted in glee as she ran up to hug the other hashria in a greeting. "I missed you so much!"

Y/N smiled fondly down at the other, "Good afternoon Mitsuri-san, how have you been? Has any of the missions been giving you trouble?" The older Hashria greeted the younger woman, carefully returning the hug.

Mitsuri squealed quietly, "Oh nothing to too tough! I've been well, thank you for asking!" Such a kind and welcoming person. The Love Hashria thought to herself, fanning her face as she pulled away from the other.

"I'm glad." Y/N smiled gently down at the short woman.

Letting out a gasp, Mitsuri ducked her head down, "Um, if it's alright with you," The Love Pillar swallowed harshly before finding her words again. "Would you like to go to the new tea shop with me later? One opened up downtown and they have this pretty flower drink I wanna try."

"Oh yeah?" Y/N replied with an attrative smile, "Sure, let's get some snacks too?" The Hashria suggested, carefully guiding the other to sit down at a nearby bench.

Mitsuri gushed as she took a seat next to the taller demon slayer. "Yes please! You can't have tea with snacks! It's like you read my mind!" Y/N let out a laugh at the other's reaction, causing Mitsuri to stop her movements and stare.

She didn't think that anyone else could look so mesmerizing while laughing. "Would it be okay if it was a date?" Mitsuri found herself asking the other.

Y/N stopped laughing at look at the smaller demon slayer with wide eyes. "Like...romanticly? You want to go on a romantic date? With me?" Y/N pointed at themselves wearing a shock expression. Slowly Mitsuri met the other's eyes and nodded slowly.

Y/N carefully watched Mitsuri's face. How red her checks were, how bright her eyes seemed to be. They could tell that Mitsuri was shaking from nerves, she was nervous around them. A warm feeling crawled up into their heart as their eyes finally softened.

"Going on such a date with you, would be the honor of a lifetime."

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dunk3n9 · 1 year ago

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BATMAN X JOKER HUMAN AU

(I don’t own the artwork I just got it off Pinterest)

Chapter 1: Who Met Who First

I was in a room laughing as I notice the blood everywhere. I see my mama when I walk forward. She looked over with this sickeningly sweet expression on her face. I felt bliss in knowing I was installing that fear. Soon after I feel the laughter, it was abrupt and angered with insanity. When I look at mother, an item in her hand throws itself at me.

I wake up, opening my eyes with quick breaths and sweat pooling on my everything. It takes a minute before my eyes stop fearfully glancing everywhere before meeting my poster of "The Riddler" a talk show host. When My breathing was stable after laying there reminding myself it wasn't real. Who was it that... No I can't think like that anymore otherwise.

"Joe! It's time to wake up, sweetie," Mother yells upstairs, she must be busy with laundry.

My name is Joe Chill. I prefer my nick name at school "Joker" and I earned it. I get called that for several reasons. My mom calls me that cause of my jokes and silly tricks that make her happy. Not to mention the tricks I've played on my peers at school.

"Joker? Joe? Ah, there you are, how did you sleep?" she spoke in a calm voice smiling when sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Fine. I guess."

I looked down still tired.

"Awww, I know Joker but, it's your first day of high school! Oh my goodness, my little man is growing up and going to school-" she smothered me in motherly words and affection.

"Okay, mom you can let go now! Haha," I spoke while chuckling.

"I'm looking forward to some good things this year," I said with mischievous glee.

Any person that knew me would know that smirk I did wasn't just for laughs.

"Oh no you don't mister! No pranks this year not even if someone bothers you, even if they may or may not deserve it, " she said with a stern tone of voice saying the last part under her breath while walking back downstairs.

"But mom!" I loudly complained following right behind, "My whole class is probably waiting for my pranks. It's traditional!"

she gave a stern look to my dramatic argument.

"No buts. Say 'yes mom' and I'll send you on your way," she spoke standing there facing me.

"Yes mom," I said jokingly in a robot tone.

"Good. Oh, that reminds me, your sister Harleen is going to be at your school, too. A grade higher than you. Also go get dressed my Son-a-tron two thousand," She had spoken so nonchalantly I didn't react till it registered.

I was shocked at this statement. My sister Harley is for lack of better words a psycho she can be rough and violent, when needed but, she present herself as put together and is smarter than she'd admit. She's embarrassed me a lot of times at school, too. I love her to death but she can be annoying at times. One time I was getting bullied and nearly got into a fight she stepped in and got in the guys face. I mean yeah she tried to help but still I could handle myself.

"Please tell me she's not-" I said not even finishing my sentence.

"Yup she's moving back here forever her dad finally took the time and decided it was best if she was with me," she squealed in joy like she hasn't seen Harley in ages... It's only been a year.

Someone knocked at the door and mom rushed to answer it. Harley jumped straight in through the door with a front hand walk over then a cartwheel. She landed in front of me with a "ta-da" she said. She hugged me tightly till I gasped for air she then let me go.

"How's my little puddin doing?" She was practically beaming with excitement.

I shrugged with a chuckle. She hasn't called me that since we were kids. I was really confused by a mark on her upper arm. Like burn marks I frowned a little.

"uh-uh-uh turn that frown upside down I'm not gonna bother you all school semester unless someone gives you trouble," she winked and walked back to the door laughing while grabbing her things.

I'm sure I wasn't imagining those marks. I'll ask when she settles in more. I became intrigued when I heard a noise outside all of a sudden.

"What the?" I whispered to myself of course.

I walked to the door passing mom and Harley in a quizzical conversation. Peeking out the open doorframe I spot the old Cobblepot residence being looked at by a family bringing in luggages inside. Oh, they're moving in.

Just like that there they were... new neighbors. Why at a time like this? It seemed odd. I saw a thin women with good physic and she looks healthy, pretty, house wife I believe by her attire. A man with a muscular physic that most men had, sturdy, business man attitude. Then there was a little boy looking around my age he looks more buff than me. I studied him his facial features he had dark eyes, he had the perfect Chin, his smile had pearly whites just like mine. He had most beautiful black hair unlike me with messy green hair, he also had a tan going on I was a tad bit pale.

I was staring for too long analyzing him and his family I didn't notice he saw me and we shared glances. I was scared. What if he tries talking to me? What if he's a bully? I don't know these people. Looking over when back to reality he was speaking to his mom, pointed at my house, she looked over, smiled, nodded yes to something, and he was suddenly walking over here. I hid against the wall. Someone wants to meet me?

"Um, hello? Green hair guy?" His caramel apple voice was so close.

I peek out the door a little. I almost laughed at the startled look when I suddenly popped up.

"Ah, I'm sorry," I tried to contain my laughter, "yes?"

He fixed his outfit and nodded I'm guessing to compose himself. He cleared his throat then spoke.

"Where is your mother?" He spoke fancy and precise.

My nerves became hyper aware that I was talking to someone. Someone new. I was suddenly nervous and anxious.

"Ummm busy. Why?" I spoke quickly avoiding eye contact.

"Please, do get her."

"Mom! Door!" I yelled while turning towards the kitchen.

"My names Bruce by the way," He spoke so suddenly.

I almost lost my composure and screamed. I just simply turned and waved before fiddling with my fingers nervously. She was at the door in a flash looking at Bruce.

"Why hello there," she spoke in a joyful but confused tone.

I walked away to get ready considering I was in my Pajamas consisting of a Black t-shirt with purple and green HAHA's on it, and black fuzzy pants. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and headed downstairs. I walked back to see the other family talking to my mom.

"I'm so happy to see new faces in the neighborhood. Don't ever hesitate to ask for help from us," she said excited as I was confused.

"Thank you very much. We've come from so far it's nice to have a fresh start. Well I'm glad it's peaceful over in these parts," the woman sounded so elegant.

"We're happy to have you, mister and miss?" Mom has always been so polite she's a people person.

"Just call us Martha and Thomas. Oh, is this your son?" Martha spoke so precise and high class.

"Why yes this is. Say hi, Joe."

Giving a simple wave I try to give my best smile that hopefully didn't show my nerves.

"He's a little shy," mom said in that motherly way of 'he's still learning' or something like that.

"That's okay most kids are to new people. If it's not too much to ask do you think you could take our son to the school? We got here without looking at where it was," Martha had spoken apologetically.

"I'd be happy to help and afterwards I can help you guys move in if you'd like? It'd give us time for some girl talk and to get to know each other," Mom said friendly.

"Thank you very much, Penny." Martha said holding moms hand.

They said there gratitude towards each other and walked away. The boy went over and grabbed I'm assuming his backpack which looked like a briefcase. I looked down apologetically. Mom gave a confused look and realized.

"Joe it's okay. Eventually you'll be able to talk to people and make a lot of friends. Just for now let's just make some high school memories," Mom spoke reassuringly.

I look up at her smiling. She always knows what to say.

"Thanks mom. Let's bring harley, too," I said happily.

"No can do kiddo I got my own set of wheels, boo yah!" She said with a light punch to my shoulder.

"Alright you two! Now how about after school we go out for Chinese food to celebrate your first days, huh? Would you both like that?" She said enthusiastically.

I nodded my head smiling as did harley.

"Great Chinese it is then. Means I don't have to cook, haha," she laughed grabbing her car keys as Bruce walked back our way.

Me and Bruce hopped into my moms car as she smothered Harley in hug and kisses. I heard harley whining through the window and it made me laugh a little.

"What's your name?" Bruce asked bluntly.

"I- uh. You. Me?" I jumbled over my words.

"Haha, yeah you? Unless the car has a name, haha" He spoke shyly trying to break the ice.

"My- my name is Joe. Joe Chill."

"I like your hair, it's fluffy," He spoke nicely.

I became a flustered mess. I'm actually talking to someone. I can't believe it.

"You ready kids? Because mama has a Coffee with her name on it,"she said jokingly.

Me and Bruce chuckled and we were off to school. Let's hope nothing happens to change this day.

#fanfic #dc joker #batman #batman x joker #gaywriter

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mommyownsmee · 2 years ago

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Oh I mean it alright... 'adopted' is the next best word I've got I think. I want mommy to tell me what to wear, how to act, how to present myself, how to talk, etc. I want to be mommy's doll, pet, and daughter. (not in a little way, or maybe in a little way I don't know I've never actually explored that)

I want to be loved and cared for and to not have to think or make decisions myself. Just do as mommy says because mommy knows best and I'm mommy's possession.

If mommy wants to use me as a fuckdoll, so be it. If mommy wants to play dress up, so be it. If mommy wants to watch me be pathetic, so be it. If mommy wants a clean house, so be it. If mommy wants to go on cute romantic dates, so be it (squeals in glee)

I don't know if you've ever seen "The Princess Bride", but if you have: "As you wish"

The only scary thing would be your bio says you're into knife play and I have some knife related trauma.

Explaining myself is hard and I feel so much more vulnerable without my carefully worded... words

🌦️ (also I asked if I could use this in another ask so I'ma start using it if that's okay with you mommy)

Hello sweetheart! 𝒙𝒙

[Again: Yes, you can use it!]

Gosh, you‘re adorable!

Your text made me drift into Dom Space so easily..

Those things are the dream of every Dom/me. You have no idea how hard Sub‘s like you are to find out there. Lucky, lucky Dom/me you‘ll chose to be your‘s! [Phew. I feel hot. Is it hot in here?]

You‘d be pure joy to own and use.

And you chose your words really well, mommy is very proud of you! Really!

Please read the link under ‚Knifeplay‘. It‘s important to know that I never tried and won‘t try. It‘s just a phantasy! So no need to be afraid, honey.

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 1 year ago

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Master - Chapter 66 - Part 1

*Warning: Adult Content*

"I have been sent here to collect a very special person."

I stiffen as a familiar voice echoes around the court.

"He's the sweetest person in the world and he has a very disturbing love of all things floral."

I giggle as I stand, looking at Drew, who nods quickly, she was fine.

I hug her tightly, promising to see her again soon before I rush towards Wenquie's voice, finding him standing within the doorway.

The second he spots me, a wide smile breaches his face and he spreads his arms.

"There you are, flower."

Squealing, I run over to him, landing in his arms as he holds me and spins me all around.

It didn't matter that we saw each other every day, we still reacted the same way each time.

When Wenquie sets me down, I smile up at him, his height still hard to adjust to now that he had taken his original form.

Before, Wequie was only a little taller than me, with soft features and a small body that made him all breed-able and cute.

Now, Wenquie was as tall as Lincoln, with tanned, golden skin and smooth muscles that showed in all the right places.

His face was stronger, more masculine and tempting and his voice was so much deeper.

It made me feel very naughty things to be around Wenquie now, which was probably why Master hated us cuddling so much but it wasn't my fault.

It was Wenquie's for being so handsome now.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I've been tasked with escorting you to the ancient one's personal library and I take my jobs very seriously," Wenquie replies with a grin.

"Are you all done here?"

I turn around, looking at the newborns, who all smile at me, waving me off before I turn back to Wenquie and nod.

"Great, then, shall we?"

Wenquie offers his arm and I take it with a giggle, holding on tight as we start walking together.

"Do you know what's going on?" I ask while nibbling on my lip.

"Yes and it's nothing bad," Wenquie promises, crossing a finger over his chest.

"And don't even bother asking me what it is because for the first time in all my existence, I'm keeping these lips shut."

I pout, not liking the sound of that at all.

"That's too bad."

Wenquie's golden eyes narrow on me before he shakes his head.

"If you keep flirting like that, you're going to get me in trouble."

I shrug.

"But you like trouble."

Wenquie gasps.

"I told you that, in confidence, Kalem."

Laughing, I pull him in even tighter, forever grateful for the friendship we'd formed together.

Wenquie and I had gotten along before but over the last few months, we'd grown something so close that sometimes I didn't even have to say what was on my mind, he just knew.

I worried that maybe I was stealing Master's friend but we all had fun together on special movie night and sometimes, when Wenquie was really down, Master let him stay with us in bed.

Wenquie said it was coping, I thought it was love.

"Alright, flower," Wenquie says when we reach the door to the room, I'd always love more than any other in the castle.

"This is where I leave you."

"I'm scared," I admit, feeling tense for what had seemed so simple at first but now felt so important.

"Don't be," Wenquie says, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"You guys deserve this."

With that, Wenquie walks away, leaving me to turn over those words as I face the door.

I could feel Master waiting on the other side, his emotions were too strong to miss, his excitement, nerves and glee.

They were mostly happy feelings and with how much I loved my Master, it was enough for me to open the door and peek inside.

Standing in the centre of the library that was shining from its most recent clean, Lincoln stood with a nervous smile and several bags at his feet.

They were full and zipped up and he was wearing... weird clothes.

They weren't weird, really, just weird on Master, who usually wore fitted things but now he stood in a loose open white top and black pants.

"Are you okay, Master?" I ask as I step inside, blinking twice to make sure I wasn't imagining this.

Lincoln laughs while he rubs his hands in front of him.

"I'm fine, love. Is it really so strange to see me like this?"

I nod because lying was bad and I never lied to my Master.

Lincoln laughs again as I walk toward him, looking more nervous with each step I take.

When I'm standing just in front of him, he looks down at me, his lips struggling to stay curved up.

"Lincoln?"

"I um... I came here some few days ago, for some specific book I suppose but I took one look around and I was met with all these memories," as Lincoln speaks, he looks around.

I follow his gaze, running my eyes over the armchair we always cuddled on to read, the shelves I cleaned one by one and all the special candles I'd gotten for him.

"I remembered so much of our earliest time together and I realised that I was failing us both in an aspect," he says, his eyebrows pulling closer together.

"I promised you the world with the condition that it would all be done once the war was over but the war has long since come and gone. This world is as I made it, safe for us, for you and we haven't even explored it."

I shake my head, not liking the guilt coming from him.

"We have the clan and you're Pylen..."

"I will always be Pylen," Lincoln cuts in quickly. "I will always have some responsibility or the other and so will you. I love it all, I enjoy fulfilling my duties but I did this all for you. This all started because I wanted to give you the world and be sure that you'd be able to lavish in all of your heart's desires."

My heart warms as I look up at Lincoln, watching him closely as he steps forward.

"I know these last few months have been horrible for us both. In all we prepared for, we never expected to lose the ones closest to us...." Lincoln swallows hard, taking a moment before continuing.

"But we can not continue to press pause on all we want because it is not how we expected it to be. We both deserve so much more than that. You deserve more."

Dropping his gaze, Lincoln breathes in slowly, looking lost and anxious all at once.

"Before I met you, Kalem, I was living in darkness. I've seen every inch of all these realms but never once without this shrouding cloud of darkness over it and then I saw you. From the moment I first saw you, Kalem, I started living."

Tears fill my eyes, making my vision blurry as Lincoln takes my face in his hands, holding me so gently like I was the most precious thing in the world.

"I've told you before, love, you are my light and I meant it. You brought me out of that darkness and I want to do the same for you." Lincoln confesses, his voice trembling slightly now.

"You have this beautiful light, Kalem. It's like nothing I've ever seen before and it's a tragedy that it hasn't gotten the chance to shine, to truly shine, that changes today."

"H-How?" I ask, feeling my heart charging between us.

"We're going to see it all," Lincoln says with a shaking smile.

"All this planet, this realm has to offer. We'll travel together, just like we always planned. We'll see those Northern Lights I told you about, dip our toes in every ocean and enjoy all sorts of festivals, not just the pixie ones."

I laugh and Lincoln does as well as he rests his head against mine.

"We're going to live life the way we deserve to."

"But what about the clan?"

"Wenquie and my council will take care of everything while we're away," Master answers quickly.

"A-And my newborns?

"All your friends have pledged to devote every bit of care you do to them as well."

"Malcolm?" I whisper, knowing how Lincoln visited him every day.

Master tenses for a moment, just like he did every time someone said his name.

It had been months since Malcolm had gone to sleep but time didn't make it any easier seeing him like that, as still and cold as stone.

But Master and Wenquie saw him every day, talking and caring to him and there were enough guards for an army protecting his resting place.

"Malcolm is protected," Lincoln says carefully. "I have seen to it and Wenquie is here. I trust him with the clan and with Malcolm as well."

I look up at Master, my mind whirling as I try to think of something else because there was always something else.

"Kalem, we're not leaving forever. We will be only one jump away if we need to come back and we will," Lincoln promises.

"But love," he rubs his thumbs against my skin.

"There's nothing holding us back anymore. We're free to do whatever we want."

Free. We're free.

The words replay themselves over in my mind, growing louder each time it does until it's blaring louder than ever before.

"We're free?" I repeat softly.

Lincoln's dark eyes dart between mine, filling and breaking just a little.

"Yes, Kalem. We're free... in every way. Free."

Maybe he felt it through our bond or maybe, he knew that it was what I needed to hear, that it was what I was looking for before I'd even started searching.

Either way, Lincoln had just given me the very last piece, the most important piece.

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