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🫧 skin care daddy 🫧

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: your skin's been breaking out recently and you're stressed at work and you have your sister's wedding to attend in a week. according to the internet, this is the best spa in town, and you're lowkey desperate at this point...it can't be that bad right? ☆ tags: modern au ☆ warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!recieving), facial, dirty talk, fingering, flicking the bean?? idk ☆ a/n: guys i swear i am cooking in the kitchen with the asks from my follower event AND other shit OK!! sorry for the wait on everything but here is a little crumb bc i love u all!! i was feeling unhinged bc i saw two things: 1) a spa called skin care daddy and 2) a post or one shot where the reader got a facial from gojo and it cleared her skin. idk i just felt inspired to make this bc it felt the universe was asking me to. not proofread some plot with corn u know the vibes babes xx ☆ word count: 7k+

"sorry, we're all booked for this weekend and the next. we usually recommend that our customers book 3 weeks in advance for our services at the ritz carlton luxury spa." the lady on the other end of the line was objectively speaking very politely, but you were far too frustrated with your situation to notice.

"great, yeah, no, thanks." you say quickly, hanging up the phone and groaning into your pillow.

"no luck at the ritz?" you turn to face your best friend, nobara.

"they're all booked, what a surprise!" you say sarcastically, your voice still slightly muffled by the pillow.

"i mean, c'mon, y/n. your face is not that bad..." nobara tries and deeply fails to comfort you, making you chuckle half heartedly.

you get up from your bed and walk over to the full body mirror of your closet in order to get up close and personal with your face. your fingers stretch on the skin around your breakouts as you study them with determination, as if just willing them to be gone will do the trick. it doesn't.

"it's bad enough that all the aunties will say something snarky to me all day."

you're usually one to always follow through on your skincare routine, am and pm, and watch what you eat carefully so that you don't get breakouts. but you recently went through a rough patch (read: a hellish period) and your face took the brunt of the damage. it wasn't your fault you were having massive cramps and craved hot cheetos the entire week (it was so worth it) but now, a week before your sister's wedding, you're facing the consequences.

you sigh. the ritz was the fifth place you guys called that didn't have any space for an all day facial, but you couldn't run out of hope. back to the drawing board.

you open up your laptop and get back to searching on google maps, as nobara does the same thing. you're grateful she's helping you out during your, albeit, dumb crisis, but what are girl friendships for? a spa you've never heard of before suddenly catches your eye and you zoom in. skin care daddy? you read the finer print underneath it. best day spa in tokyo.

you snort. best day spa in tokyo my ass. if it really was the best day spa in tokyo, why have you never heard of it?

nobara laughs, almost on cue. "wait, dude, are you seeing this spa?" she turns her phone around and you see she's also looking at skin care daddy. "this has to be a joke, right? no way would they be allowed to open up a spa named that, right?"

"ohmygod, i was just looking at that!" you say excitedly. "it literally sounds like a sex bot made it for unsuspecting horny losers to click on and get like, a crazy virus." you both laugh at how ridiculous this place sounds.

nobara's laugh almost abruptly stops as she scrolls down the place. "wait, stop. this place has like...over ten thousand reviews and a 4.9 star rating..."

you immediately click on the place and take a closer look at the reviews and ratings and see she's right. "i don't think i've ever seen a place have this many reviews with consistent ratings?" your brows scrunch as you read aloud some of the top reviews.

"this spa has given me the some of the best facials of my life. i always come to this spa whenever i'm in the area, and the people working there are obsessed with taking care of their customers. 10/10" you're baffled by the review sounding so...weird but you think nothing of it. you make a mental note that you are kinda desperately looking for a miracle facial to help with your breakouts, so maybe you shouldn't count this place out just yet.

nobara half heartedly scoffs as she reads the next one. "i've had chronic acne and back pain for years until i saw someone from here who made me feel soo good. you'll be coming here all the time once you go. maybe even multiple times a day."

"how good can this place be if you have to go multiple times to make sure your spa treatment worked?" you say, rolling your eyes at these reviews. "these can't be real right?"

"they sound incentivized or like someone paid them to write it or somethin'" nobara surmises.

"maybe it's a cult or something," you say, causing both of you to double over in laughter.

"a cult disguised as a spa is a bit too insane, even for tokyo." nobara says as she scrolls through and skims more reviews. "aren't you looking for a facial anyway? everyone's saying they're really good here...you know...despite the..." she gestures with her hands the reviews on her phone.

"ugh, am i for real that desperate for clear skin that i'm willing to go to a shady ass day spa?" you roll on to your back on your bed and stare at the ceiling, contemplating.

"can't be that shady if it's ten thousand reviews. say what you want but that's a lot of reviews to pay money for."

nobara has a point. you grab your laptop and try to look for a link to their website and see they don't have a website. interesting. not a red flag but just interesting. maybe i have to call for bookings? you search for a phone number, but fail to find one.

"wait, are you able to find any contact for this spa?" you ask noabra and you see her squinting her eyes at the phone.

"no i wasn't but i saw a review that basically said this spa is a walk-in type of deal?"

"it's a walk-in but has thousands of reviews? how does that even work? people are probably waiting years in line to get in?"

"dunno," nobara shrugs, and puts her phone back in her pocket. "maybe it's like a 'if-you-know-you-know' type of thing so it's like popular through word of mouth of somethin'"

damn. even more shady, then. you chew on your lip and stare at the ceiling again, trying to imagine all the things your aunties will say to you at the wedding.

"27 and still unmarried? shame."

"oh, you really need to watch your diet, the breakouts will never go away otherwise."

"clear skin is the first step to find a man who will desire you, y/n."

you feel like your skin is burning thinking about the so-called "advice" you're likely to receive at the wedding. normally you wouldn't care, but your hormones have been kind of out of wack with the new birth control you started recently, and you're not sure if you can really take any form of bullshit other than your sister's this weekend.

your thoughts are interrupted by nobara getting up from your chair. "alright, i'm off to work. need a ride to skin care daddy?"

"yeah, actually," you say as you slowly get out of your bed and change our of your pajamas.

"wait, what?!" nobara says with wide eyes. "i was actually joking when i said that. are you seriously gonna go? y/n, i dunno about this one..."

"c'mon! it's like you said, it's weird but it's not necessarily shady..." you say, mostly trying to convince yourself as you put on a pair of your favorite lazy girl black flared yoga pants.

nobara seems to consider it for a moment before responding. "kay, fine. but if i take you there and it's some abandoned warehouse-"

"then we'll drive away. no way in hell i'm about to die for this place." you assure nobara, putting her at ease.

you quickly don a thrifted gray hoodie and put your hair up in a messy bun. you don't care to put on any makeup, since you're probably gonna have to take it off anyway. if the day spa isn't shady and in an abandoned warehouse.

you quickly grab your keys and wallet before gesturing to nobara to leave. she sighs, looking at her phone one more time.

"fuck it, let's go before i change my mind."

"okay it says it's just right around the corn-"

"OH MY GOD?!" you're unable to hold back your disbelief as nobara took the corner to, what you think, might the chicest and prettiest boutique you've ever laid eyes on. the front was adorned with a gorgeous light blue awning with european style bell-shaped pendant lights making it almost glow during the day time.

"what the hell...ain't no way..." noabra is at a loss for words for how fancy it looks. "they have the money to rent out a place like this but no website?"

"or have a phone number." you mumble as you open nobara's car door. you turn around and give her a quick wave. she tells you to give her a call and tell her how it is after and you promise to do so. as nobara drives off, all the skepticism evaporates from your body looking at the dainty and cute decor all over the place.

you walk in to a fairly large lobby, with a desk in the middle and waiting chairs surrounding it. the calming scent of lavender, green tea, and patchouli hits your nose, and your guard immediately drops; the aroma relaxes you almost instantly.

you look around and are surprised to see only two other women in the waiting chairs on their phone. one of them seemed older, kind of like a mother, and the other seemed to be your age, but far more demure.

"hey, there! welcome to skin care daddy! we're determined to take care of you all your needs, no matter what! how can i help you today?" your head whips around to the guy sitting at the reception desk, and you feel a bit embarrassed; he must've noticed how lost you looked here, and you force yourself to straighten up and regain your composure as you slowly walk to the front desk. you take a closer at the guy with shaggy black hair sitting in the chair in front of you.

"hi..." you squint to see the faint print on his name badge. "yuta".

"yup! that's me!" he chirps. you know he probably has to exaggerate his good mood for the sake of the job but it kind of irks you. "what can i do for you today, miss?"

"yeah, uhh...what services do you guys offer? i tried looking online but you guys didn't have a website and..." your wandering eyes can't help but look around skeptically around the front desk and the doors on either side of the lobby.

"well, we offer whatever you need, miss. just tell us what you're looking for and we'll have it. i guarantee it."

"okay, well. my sister's getting married next weekend and..." you gesture to your face. "my life has been all sorts of stressful and hormonal so honestly, i'm just looking for something that can help me feel refreshed-"

you're interrupted by someone entering in from the right side of the lobby door. it's a woman who, you must say, looks glowing. her skin is bright and she quite looks like she's almost levitating. guiding her out of the spa is a young man, around your age, with blond hair and round glasses. he's unbelievably built, with strong hands rubbing her back softly and a chiseled jaw. he's wearing what you think is the uniform of this place: white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and black slacks.

your breath gets caught in your throat momentarily. no fucking way. this guy works here? he's so fucking...hot. you have to force your eyes to tear away from him as you try your hardest to focus back on your conversation with yuta.

yuta chuckles as he follows your gaze. "ah, yes, mr. nanami is a customer favorite esthetician here. anyway, seems like you're going through a rough time and you came to the perfect place! normally, i would recommend the oxygen facial, but since you said you have a wedding..." yuta types something on the computer for a bit. "personally, i would recommend the full body tokyo special."

you're not entirely what an oxygen facial is, nor what the tokyo special is, and you feel even more stupid asking this guy who seems to be in college for more information.

"um, sorry, what's a full body tokyo special? i think i just need a really good facial."

"oh no worries, miss. i apologize. the full body tokyo special consists of a hands-on full body aromatherapy massage and our famous milkbomb facial, which'll do wonders for your skin." he winks at you. why did he wink at you?

you're unable to think about whether or not you even wanna do anything here when a group of men barge in through the left door of the lobby, laughing loudly, before lowering their voices.

one of the men is a dark haired man, seemingly a little older than the other two and yourself, but also very much ripped just like mr. nanami. you tried not to stare at the skin tight black shirt he wore that attenuated his pecs but miserably failed. he took the quickest glance at you and gave the faintest smile, revealing a slight scar on the left side of his lip. a scar that makes him sexier? you've gotta be kidding me. you follow his gaze to the older woman you saw sitting here when you came in, who know looks completely enamored by the man.

"there's my favorite mama," the man coos, holding an arm out for her as she skipped to him. he leads her to the other door, and you could hear them giggling and talking, as if this wasn't the first time they've seen each other.

"aight, see ya later, man." the other dark haired man said to his friend, before making eye contact with you, and then giving a slight smirk to yuta. he heads straight to the demure girl you saw when you walked in, and holds his hand out to her and she blushes and grabs it.

"th-thanks for seeing me again, geto-san." the girl says so softly that you have to strain your ears to listen.

"i told you to call me suguru..." you hear him joke as they disappear behind the door.

"like what you see?" you turn your head to the last guy, who now is far too close for your liking. you take a small step back, which makes him chuckle.

"yuta-kun! who do we have here?" the man asks boisterously. despite being indoors, he's wearing dark circled sunglasses. what a douche.

"oh, hey gojo-sensei. this is..." yuta looks at you, waiting for you to say your name.

"y/n." you say a bit too late, still trying to process the barrage of attractive men that just showed up all at once and what they had to do with the spa.

yuta starts filling in the man about what you were looking for, as you take in the man who's intently listening to him. he has white hair, and is wearing the same uniform as mr. nanami was, with three buttons undone and his hair slightly disheveled. he's also really tall. like really tall. like he towers over you easily tall. but also, just as well built like everyone else.

what is this place? you knew men could work in salons and parlors and spas, but this place seemed to be exclusively run by them. and not just any men, really attractive men. and what's worse is that you were not complaining. sure, it's a bit weird but there's really no other choice for you at this point.

"ahh, the tokyo special, huh?" he says, turning at you and giving you a bright smile which you suspect he gives to everyone who comes in here. "nice choice."

"he's the one who chose it, and i'm not even sure if i want it." you say, pointing to yuta, and trying your hardest to stand your ground. you have to really make sure this spa treatment is actually gonna help and not just a scam for your money.

"well, he chose right. i've never seen you here before, so you must be new here, right?" you nod, suddenly feeling really small and embarrassed about your attitude before. god, you're never one to behave badly in front of service workers. the hormones are really doing a number on your mood. maybe you could benefit from this "tokyo special".

he leans down to meet your eyes and takes off his sunglasses, and you’re face to face with the most gorgeous ocean blue eyes you've ever seen. through an almost hypnotic effect, you feel much calmer than you did before, and more trusting of him. "well, lucky for you, i've got an opening right now. i'll help you feel right at home." he gives you a wink, and you can't help but feel there's some other hidden meaning behind what he says.

"umm...well..." you say, holding on to the thin strings of your resolve.

"gojo-sensei is the best masseuse and esthetician here, especially for first timers like yourself, miss y/n. i guarantee you'll leave the establishment more than satisfied with his work." yuta assures you with a smile.

and with that, your resolve completely dissolves and you nod and hand him your credit card and he takes the information. gojo touches the small of your back ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn't feel you shiver at his touch.

"he just loves kissing up to me so he can get a full time job here after college. i'm his favorite cousin, after all." he says, making you giggle as you walk through the two panel doors into the spa.

"thanks for taking me in during your opening, mr. gojo." you say politely, feeling grateful as he leads you down the corridor of the neat, clean, and minimally decorated hallway.

"i think you're gonna be the one taking me in," gojo mumbles under his breath while opening the door to a room that looked like a doctor's office. a single lavender massage table greets you with small cabinets on either side.

you're unable to catch what he said. "what? did you say something?"

"i said call me satoru. no need to get so formal with me, i'm just some dude who works here." he chuckles. he locks the door as you sit up on the massage table awkwardly, unsure of how you should be positioning yourself or what exactly he was planning.

gojo goes to the corner and pulls out a fluffy white bathrobe and hands it to you. you're blown away by how soft it feels in your hands -- luxury at it's finest, you guess.

"okay, i just have a quick questionnaire i need you to fill out, probably will take around a minute," he says, as he grabs a clipboard with a pen attached to it from another drawer and takes a seat on a padded lab stool. he rolls closer to you until his long slender legs are almost touching your calves.

"alrighty here...okay, first question…” the questions gojo reads off are normal enough, with various clauses consenting to the spa treatment, confirming your age, and so forth. they don’t start getting weird until later. “ok last three, we’re almost done.” you notice a shit-eating grin on his face as he scribbles your answer to the previous question. “okay, are you a virgin?”

“what?!”

“are you a virg-”

“i heard you the first time. what kinda question is that? that’s so invasive, what the hell are you play-” you’re ready to give an entire speech to this guy about how inappropriate and irrelevant the question is.

“it’s fine if you don’t wanna answer it, i just can’t continue the treatment if you don’t.” gojo says this so simply and nonchalantly, as if the question was about your favorite color, and not an intimate detail about your sexuality.

“okay, fine. not a virgin.” you cross your hands in irritation.

“not…a...virgin…” you hear him say under his breath as he scribbles something you cannot see on his clipboard. you try leaning forward to see what he’s writing (and if there really was a question like that on the questionnaire but he quickly pulls it closer to his chest, giving you a teasing smirk. “are you on birth control?”

“y-yes?”

“good to know. last question: got any STDs i need to know about?”

oh, for fuck’s sake. this is ridiculous. does he think you’ve never been to a spa before? the usual thai place you go to never asks this many questions. “do you have any STDs i need to worry about? what is this? 20 questions?”

“you can ask them to me back, i’d be happy to answer them.” he says calmly with a coy smile. “in fact, i’ll answer them right now. no, no, and no.”

you sign in defeat. “no for me too.” maybe this is what happens when a place has like, ten thousand 5 star reviews on google maps. they just ask the weirdest questions. there’s a small voice berating yourself for folding so easily regarding his questions, but whatever. you’re ready to get this treatment over with.

“okay, take off all your clothes and wear the bathrobe. do you want me to step outside?”

what the hell kinda question is that? of course, he’s supposed to step outside? “um, yeah?” you say it almost obviously, not feeling bad about the attitude that’s coming out of you.

gojo raises his hand in surrender. “sorry, just askin’...” he grabs his clipboard and steps out of the room, saying he’ll be back in five minutes for the warm up massage. you quickly undress yourself. you have a feeling he’s the type to come in within seconds of knocking on the door without checking to see if you’re decent. you’re unsure where to place your clothes other than the table next to the cabinet so you neatly fold them, hiding your underwear and bra within the folds of your yoga pants and sweatshirt.

just as promised, gojo shows up five minutes later with one knock before welcoming himself in. he’s holding a dark colored glass bottle filled with a calming essential oil for massaging, and turns on the diffuser in the room.

“thanks for undressing,” he says, looking at the neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter. “alright, here’s how this is gonna go. i’m gonna give you a nice full body massage to loosen your muscles up, and then we do the facial last, sound good, princess?”

your skin tingles at him calling you that nickname, but you ignore it. there’s no way i can let my mind wander like that when he’s giving me a massage. you nod your head in agreement, and lay on your back slowly, fidgeting with the ends of your bathrobe so that you’re not totally exposed to him. gojo slowly hovers his hands over you and lightly touches your stomach, patting it to get your attention, but it causes you suck in a breath a bit too loudly.

“gotta go on your stomach for me for this one,” he says, urging you to flip around. “gonna undo this, okay?” he tugs at the knot you made on your bathrobe and you nod. he slowly undoes it, and you feel exposed as your breasts peek out through the sides. you cross your legs almost immediately, feeling incredibly exposed in front of a fully clothed gojo.

you quickly turn on your stomach before he has a chance to take in your body. you feel his cold fingers slowly expose your back, as he stops right before the hump of your ass. you hear him squeezing out some of the oil and warming it up in his hands as he gets to work on your back.

you suck in a sharp breath between your teeth as his cold fingers explore the knots on your back.

“cold isn’t it? you’ll get used to my fingers, promise,” he says sweetly, as he hits a spot on your back that’s been particularly bothering you as of late. it’s too late when you let out a moan, and you hear him chuckle. “hit the right spot, didn’t i?”

he continues to undo the knot on your back, and moan back a breathy affirmation as you continue to try (and fail) to hold back your noises. “f-fuck, gojo, that feels s-so good…” you say in between his movements.

you feel his hot breath in your ear. “told ya to call me satoru, don’t forget it next time, princess.” this time, the nickname goes straight to your pussy. it’s hard to cross your legs when you’re on your stomach and feeling delirious with the pleasure that came from the pressure of his slender fingers.

unbeknownst you, your soft moans are slowly making their way down to gojo’s member, as he gets harder by the second. he doesn’t want to make it so obvious just yet – he’s just getting start after all. he can’t just blow his load this close into the session, but you’re sure as hell giving him a run for his money.

“feel good?” you moan in response. gojo slowly inches his fingers down closer and closer to your ass, until it reaches the hem of your bathrobe covering it. “gonna move this down so i can do your legs, yeah?”

gojo will admit, he was a bit too excited to see your ass as he removed your bathrobe down before you could give a proper “yes” but it didn’t matter when you’re soft breaths were giving him the answer he needed. it takes everything in him to not knead the rounds of your perfect ass (he swears your cheeks were made for his hands) and move straight to your calves.

he slowly massages the soles of your feet and calves with the oil as he moves closer to your thighs, all while relishing in your sweet moans. once he’s at your thighs, the real fun begins. gojo knows this routine like the back of his hands.

you hear him sigh in confusion. “is everything okay?” you turn your head slightly to see him.

“sorry about this princess, but you’re gonna have to spread your legs a little bit for me. it’s hard to get every inch of you warmed up, otherwise.”

you obey him almost too easily, and shift your thighs so that there’s more room for him to touch with his fingers. gojo’s hands reach up to slightly cup your ass, before his thumbs slowly slide into your inner thigh, lightly massaging you.

your breaths are getting shallower and louder, and you pray he doesn't go any closer to your pussy so he doesn’t see how soaked you are. you’ve never had a massage like this before, but you also don’t want him to stop.

gojo’s fingers play with the space of your inner thigh before he spreads you apart, exposing you. you breath catches in your throat, and he performs the next part of his act.

“we’ve got a pretty unconventional way of massaging our clients, princess.” you hear his voice straining. “gotta make sure you’re relaxed everywhere, but you gotta let me take care of you. think you can do that? all you have to do is relax, and let daddy do everything for you.” you can hear the lust dripping from his voice, but to be honest, you couldn’t give a shit at this point.

“y-yeah, please, satoru, whatever you want. please, i just…i just feel so good right now,” you say, your eyes shut tight, and your hips practically squirming under his touch. you think you might go insane if he doesn’t touch you there in the next second.

hook, line, and sinker. who’s gojo to deny your request? he graduated top of his class at his cosmetology and esthetician university, after all. his fingers glide almost too easily between your folds as he starts playing with your throbbing core. he can feel how needy your pussy is for his hands as he spreads your slick all over your core.

the pleasure immediately gets caught in the pillow that muffles your moans. fuck, so this is what all the reviews were talking about. you feel his fingertips dancing around your clit and you want to shout at him to pay attention to it.

“s-satoru~ p-please…i need you right there…” you say in between your moans.

“where? here?” gojo’s finger taps your clit lightly, and it makes your entire body twitch with pleasure. he has to press down on the small of your back to keep you place as his fingers rub circles around your bundle of nerves, making you whimper. you unconsciously grind your hips against his fingers, trying to get close to your release.

“need a better angle. face down, ass up.” gojo commands, and your body conforms to his words. you prop your lower body up with your knees while your face is sideways against the head of the massage table. he uses this now better angle to really rub his fingers into your folds and bundle of nerves, sending electricity throughout your body. you feel the dam building up inside you and threatening to break.

“satoru~ i’m-i’m getting c-close…ah~” you hands grip on to the sides of the massage table as you brace for the earth shattering orgasm to rip through you, and with gojo’s deft fingers, you’re on cloud nine in no time.

your body slumps back down and your eyes roll back as the vibrations of your release still radiate through your body. you hear your pulse pumping through your head as you try to catch you breath, but you feel gojo’s now warm hands flip you on your back, and his face inches from yours.

“you took that so well, princess. we’re not done, yet. there’s still another part of your body that needs to warm up.” you don’t have time to process what he means as he inserts two fingers into his mouth and then deep inside your entrance. your gasp is muffled by his mouth connecting to yours, hard, teeth and all. his fingers are long, and they easily find your sensitive g-spot as they curl upwards and bully your internal bundle of nerves. it’s quite embarrassing how quickly you’re ready for another release, and how hungry your entrance was for his finger, practically sucking them in and clenching around them immediately.

“f-fuck~ i’m about to-” you don’t get to finish your sentence, as another orgasm rips through your body. gojo kisses you again to block your moans, and your hands wrap around his neck to pull him even closer to you. he playfully bites on your lower lip as you ride out your release on his fingers.

gojo’s kisses turn into soft quick pecks as your breathing steadies and your eyes can focus again. “we’re not done yet,” he teases, slowly taking his slick coated fingers out of you.

you don’t even have the energy to respond back as he flips you on you back. through heavy eyes, you look back up at him, biting back a moan as he restarts rubbing circles on your extremely sensitive clit. he needs to take off his shirt and fuck you already.

“need something?” gojo teases, sensing your neediness from just your eyes.

“take off your shirt, dumbass.” you say through gritted teeth.

“try again.” he presses harder on your clit, and you let out an unsanctioned yelp through your teeth.

“f-fuck~ please take off your shirt, dumbass.”

he smiles. “well, if you insist…” he rolls his eyes, feigning inconvenience, but the slowly growing tent in his pants says otherwise. gojo unbuttons his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso. now this is just unfair.

“geez, my eyes are up here.” he teases, smirking at you as you quickly meet his eyes and feel your face flush. he unbuckles his belt and you slowly sit up from the massage table. you’re overcome with the urge to touch him, everywhere. you hook your finger to the belt loop of his pants and pull him closer to you.

gojo smirks as he wraps his arms around hips and leans down to kiss you deeply. you feel your core ache for his touch again as his tongue explores your mouth again. you trace his perfectly sculpted torso, the indents of his abs slightly sweaty to your touch. your hands slowly make their way to the zipper of his slacks, but gojo immediately grabs your wrist to stop you from taking them fully off.

“not just yet…” he murmurs in between kisses. while his lips are still locked on you, he slowly pushes your body back on the massage table and starts kissing down your bare stomach, the measly bathrobe long since discarded somewhere on the floor. gojo leaves small wet kisses along your body until he reaches your inner thighs.

you suck in a breath as you involuntarily spread your legs for him, earning an enthusiastic hum from gojo, who’s still continuing to leave a trail of kisses that are inching closer and closer to where you need his mouth to be the most. “p-please~” you moan, your eyes closed in bliss.

“please what, princess? use your words,” gojo coos, coming face to face with your soaking wet core. he blows on the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your legs to twitch.

you can’t stand his fucking teasing but you need to be eaten out, so bad. “f-fuck y-you, gojo~” you say, pushing your core up to his face, trying to aim for his mouth before he easily pushes your hips back on the table. you hear him tsk in disapproval, and tears welling up in your eyes in desperation. “please, your tongue…inside me…please~” you whimper weakly.

“since you begged so nicely…” gojo says before he immediately plunges his tongue inside you, almost making you scream. his tongue expertly explores your folds and sucks on your clit, making you inadvertently grind on his face. “y’taste so delicious, princess,” he says between licks as he eats you out like it’s the last pussy on earth.

his ministrations with his tongue has you teetering on the edge in record time, and you’re threatening to spill within minutes of him eating you out. as the third wave of pleasure washes over you, you don’t have the energy in you to ask for permission as you feel your body tingle in the aftermath of it. you think you made a mess all over the massage table and gojo’s face, but you don’t have it in you to care as your eyes roll back.

you feel gojo unbuckle his belt and take off his slack and underwear, exposing his hard member in his hands. you can see the precum leaking out the tip as you weakly lean on your elbows to prop yourself up.

“see, princess, all those questions did have a reason after all…” he says in between breaths as he strokes himself, looking at your naked glistening body. you spread your legs further in anticipation of feeling him. “but there you were, being such a fuckin’ brat about answering them…” gojo says, eyebrows furrowing as he brings his tip closer to your core and you bite your lip in anticipation.

“guess you better fuck the attitude outta me, then?” you say, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes filled with mindless lust. you don’t even care about the consequences or who hears or even if you get your facial – you just need him. every part of your body craved him.

gojo wastes no time at your suggestion, his tip entering you as you let out a lecherous moan. you feel the initial pain of his larger than average member tearing your tight entrance apart, and bite back a moan. gojo grits his teeth as he lets out a steady throaty groan.

“fuck, princess. so fuckin’ tight. sure you’re not a virgin?”

“s’too much satoru, y-you’re huge…ahh~”

“too bad, princess.” he says, surprising you as he starts thrusting agonizingly slowly into you, bottoming out and effectively reaching the sensitive spot inside you. pain slowly turns into pleasure as you indulge in the feeling of your g-spot getting kissed by his member – the spot that you can never reach by yourself using your own fingers.

“f-faster, please~” you urge gojo, and he obliges almost immediately, quickening his pace. he bullies your sloppy and wet core, as he watches your titties bounce with every thrust. unlike most people his age, it’s times like this where gojo realizes he really fucking loves his job.

he reaches out and gives your titties a rough squeeze while he remains unrelenting in his pace. he feels your pussy clench around him, and he knows you’re close, and if he’s being honest, so is he. but he cannot cum just yet, and definitely not before you do. gojo abandons your titties and slides down his fingers to your clit as he starts rubbing inelegant circles around it, getting you closer and closer to the edge.

you feel the dam breaking once again as the combination of him rubbing and fucking you comes to a climax. the orgasm travels to every corner of your body, as you see stars in your vision while gojo fucks your brains out. you hold on to his shoulders to steady yourself. based on how sloppily gojo is getting, you can tell he’s about to get close, too. you’re about to brace for him to finish inside you, when he abruptly pulls out, earning him a confused look from you.

“lay down,” he commands more than asks, as he hastily pushes your chest down on the massage table. your sweaty skin sticks to the faux leather, but you don’t pay attention as he moves to the side of your face, holding his soaked member near it.

gojo starts stroking his throbbing leaking member sensually, and you innately open your mouth and stick your tongue out. so this is the facial? the dots connected in your head at the same time gojo’s ropes of warm cum decorated your face – chin, cheeks, mouth, and all. you hear gojo’s throaty groans as he finishes on you and make sure not a single drop that gets on or near mouth gets wasted, swallowing pridefully.

gojo leans closer to your ear as he catches his breath from his climax. “that’s the milkbomb facial,” he says cheekily, and you can’t help but giggle. you both take a couple more seconds to catch your breath. you watch gojo as he puts on his pants and tucks in his shirt, looking like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you. he runs his fingers through his hair quickly as he goes to the counter and pulls out a warm eucalyptus towel as he takes his time to gently wipe your face and body.

“that was fun,” you murmur, looking at the ceiling, finally understanding what the reviews you read about this earlier place meant. you definitely came here, multiple times in one day for sure.

gojo chuckles as he goes over to wash his hands and you notice his forearms are glistening with your release. “that’s why we’re the best spa out here, princess.”

you notice your legs shaking slightly, but you manage to hop off the massage table, slightly dazed. gojo notices and helps you get on your feet and put on your clothes. the entire activity is soft and gentle compared to how he was just a couple minutes before.

everything that you both have done in the past hour finally dawns on you, and you suddenly feel very shy despite whatever the contrary happened on the massage table. it’s so awkward now, like, what do you guys even talk about now? does he do this to everyone? is this their entire schtick?

“do you…do this with all your clients?” you whisper to him as you follow him out into the hallway to the exit. you cross your hands tightly to your chest, as if it’s shrouding you from other people finding out what happened in the room behind you.

“ah, i’m not one to kiss and tell.” gojo puts his hands in his pockets and glances back at you, giving you a quick wink as you follow behind him, trying to keep up with him as he turns corners.s

“oh, so you do do this everyone, huh?” you challenge, your shyness slowly melting away with gojo’s playful tone..

“did you enjoy it?”

a pause from you.. “yes.”

“then don’t worry about it, kitten.” gojo pauses before he opens the door and turns to you. “listen, i wouldn’t mind if you came here again for the tokyo special, you know. i’ll even give you a discount, too.” he says earnestly.

you let out a giggle. “oh? a discount?”

“yeah, the tight pussy discount.”

“shut up!” you say, and you playfully smack his shoulder, and you both laugh.

“so… is that a yes? i’ll see you next week?”

you bite your lip. “maybe, i dunno.” you give him a wink before opening the door, and you both know fully well that you’ll be back on the massage table again in no time with gojo pounding into you.

needless to say, gojo wasn’t lying when he said they were the best spa in town because by the time your sister’s wedding came around, your face was quite literally glowing.

“wow! y/n – you’re just looking so radiant today! what’s your secret?” an auntie who’s name you cannot remember gleams, looking at you.

you smirk, and try to hold back the heat from flushing your cheeks. “oh, just a really good facial,” you say. technically, you’re being honest, right?

“jesus, dude. is this all from skin care daddy?” nobara says, as the tenth person from the wedding compliments your skin.

“you have no idea. they really know what they’re doing.” you say nonchalantly. you pull out your phone and text a recently saved number.

you: got any slots for a tokyo special tomorrow?

within minutes you get a response:

gojo: u know i do babygirl. btw a new guy just joined our spa. hope it’s cool sukuna joins to observe 😈

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Drawing Down the Moon (Alastor x Ancient Roman!Witch!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any? Please correct me if I am wrong. The subject matter is a little niche.

Description: Alastor reencounters an old friend.

Word Count: 2,871

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A/N i’ve been reading about roman magic laws for school okay?? don’t judge me. Maybe one of the nichest things I've ever written (except that one Akutagawa x Reader fic I have on my Wattpad where I made them talk to one another in ancient Greek and Latin (its called Leo, Leonis and tbh, that fic slaps if I do say so myself)). Won't be surprised if no one reads or likes this one but I don't care. This will be a monster of a fic, she's been lurking in the recesses of my mind for a hot second now.

"Why would she lie for so long? Does she think I wouldn't accept her?" Charlie was animatedly talking at Alastor as they walked the streets of Hell, "What about me, ME, says un understanding... misunderstanding?... Disunder- Wait, w-where are we?"

Alastor sprung to life as Charlie finally asked a question he had an answer to. Theatrically, he stepped into her curious line of sight, his arms held wide.

"Cannibal Town!" respectfully, Alastor turned and took Charlie's arm in his own, "There's a friend of mine I think you should meet."

"In Cannibal Town?" Charlie doubtfully asked as Alastor began to lead her towards a crowded shop entrance, "But it's... it's... surprisingly nice here."

"Isn't it, though?" Alastor proudly replied, "And it is all thanks to a very special someone."

Alastor opened the stained glass doors to the emporium, allowing Charlie to walk through them before he followed in her wake. The store was full, packed to the brim with cannibals of all sorts, all of whom seemed to part respectfully in the face of Alastor, allowing him to approach the front counter with Charlie trailing after him.

"Ah, Johnny my good fellow." Alastor hummed to the cashier, leaning casually on the counter.

The demon seated behind the table looked up with a wide smile.

"Mister Alastor, it has been quite a while since we've seen your face around these parts."

Charlie watched the interaction in mild surprise. It wasn't often she had the pleasure of meeting someone Alastor knew who didn't hate him or want him dead. Curiosity clouded her mind as Alastor waved the man off.

"I don't mean to be rude but, we're in a bit of a rush." Alastor said, politeness pooling delicately around his words, "Rosie wouldn't happen to be in, would she?"

"Ah, well, you see, Mister Alastor..." the demon seemed slightly uncomfortable, scratching at his ear slightly, "She's a tad... preoccupied at the moment?"

"A guest?" Alastor asked.

"A guest." Johnny reluctantly confirmed.

"Well, no matter. Is she in the back?"

"Yes," Johnny got to his feet, leaning forward as Alastor linked arms with Charlie once again, leading her behind the counter, "but I really don't think it's a good idea to... and they're gone."

"Wasn't that rude?" Charlie asked as Alastor pulled her behind the curtain that separated the main store from the backrooms and Rosie's apartment, "Oh no, is that guy going to get in trouble? Because of us?"

"Everything will be just fine my dear, don't you worry." Alastor patted her hand reassuringly as they came to stop before a door.

Letting Charlie's arm fall free, he straightened his jacket just the slightest bit before knocking on the door. There was a moment of silent anticipation before a voice from the other side called:

"Who is it?!"

"Alastor, Rosie." Alastor replied calmly.

There was a rustling of fabric, a handful of hasty footsteps, and the door swung open to reveal a woman. She was tall and beautiful in her long dress and her wide brimmed hat.

"Oh my stars!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, "Do my eyes deceive me? Alastor? Alastor! Where have you been? These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and-"

The woman, Rosie, trailed off as she caught sight of Charlie standing beside her dear friend.

"Oh, who's this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she's much too young for you. Oh, I'm just kidding. But where are your manners, Mister? Introduce us, why don't you?"

"Ah, yes, Charlie, this is Rosie: the most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the pentagram."

At his words, Rosie smiled, giving a perfect curtsy. It was as her form lowered that Charlie caught sight of the interior of the room, and the strange seated figure it housed. Alastor seemed not to have noticed and as Rosie straightened herself up again, she laughed slightly.

"Oh, always such a charmer."

"And Rosie," Alastor continued, "it is my pleasure to introduce you to Princess Charlie Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer and heir to the throne of Hell."

Charlie smiled weakly, waving slightly at the imposing and nearly off-puttingly cheerful woman.

"How do you do?" she asked awkwardly, "I am very sorry for interrupting your meeting, I tried to get Alastor to wait but..."

"Oh, yes!" Rosie suddenly exclaimed, almost as if she had forgotten about her previous guest in all the excitement, "Come on in you two, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

Charlie was about to protest when Rosie grabbed her by the arm, dragging her into the room. Alastor followed, turning his back as he shut the door behind them. Charlie's mouth fell open slightly as her eyes finally saw the truth of Rosie's guest.

She was tall, probably tall enough to rival Alastor or Rosie herself. Skin tinged slightly blue, she seemed to be covered in a faint gold dust that clung to her draped, toga-like dress and skin in equal amount. Heaps of gold jewelry hung on every inch of her as well, wrapping her wrists, her neck, her ankles, her fingers, even braided into her hair. Resting atop her head was a crown of gold with a half moon on it, her feet were bare. With wide, white eyes that nearly seemed unseeing, the woman watched Charlie carefully.

"Can I offer you something to eat?" Rosie was asking, but Charlie could barley hear her, unable to break eye contact with the woman, "I'm sure I have a leg around here or something..."

"I am afraid were not here for food." Alastor thankfully stepped in, turning to Rosie with closed eyes and a wide smile, "We happen to be in need of some help."

"Alastor?" the woman spoke and her voice resounded in itself, loud yet soft at the same time, singular and yet somehow plural.

"Well, aren't you fresh."

That was the first thing she had ever said to him. Alastor had been wandering Hell, minding his own business when he had heard that voice say those words and felt a fire ignited in him. Slowly, he had turned around to see a pair of towering demons. Overlords, he realized, and big ones at that. Alastor's smile sharpened at its edges as he began to formulate a plan.

Charlie turned at last, as if whatever spell the stranger had cast on her had broken at the sound of her voice, to look at Alastor in mild confusion. She heard his breath hitch in his throat. The man in question was frozen, his ears twitching wildly, his eyes now wide open.

"Is that you?" the demon asked again.

Alastor somehow seemed to reassemble himself before their very eyes. Slowly, he turned to the room's only occupied chair.

"Who are you?"

Alastor feigned innocence, looking up at the titan herself as she took a step forward. In an instant, she stood at his height, looking him dead in the eyes.

"An odd one too." she hummed thoughtfully, white eyes tracking the stars, reading his future it almost seemed, "Most people go with what before who."

Alastor was unsure how to respond to that one. The titan chuckled, a grin flashing across her face. It was unexpected, disconcerting. Alastor hadn't thought her face capable of any expression save solemn disinterest. She turned her head slightly to the side, looking back over her shoulder to her companion.

"Zestial, cara mea?"

The spidery demon took a step forward, meeting her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Don't you have something you need to be getting to?"

Alastor may have been dumbstruck, but he wasn't stupid. He heard the order as clearly as if she had not bothered with the formalities of disguising it. It shocked Alastor to his core. This might be his first time encountering Zestial but, he had heard the demon's name before. Most frequently, it had been spat at him by his victims who claimed that one of Hell's oldest and most respected demons would come for him. So who was this other overlord, the titan? Sure, he'd heard of her before but enough that such blatant disrespect towards Hell's most respected made sense? No. Not at all, in fact.

Zestial paused a moment before bowing his head slightly.

"You're quite right." he hummed, "I will be seeing you presently I expect?"

"Perchance." the titan lazily replied, her gaze having long since switched back to Alastor, set on analyzing his features, "I'll let you know."

With another polite bow, Zestial had turned and began walking in the opposite direction. The titan held an arm out for Alastor. He looked at it curiously before meeting the demon's eye's again. She laughed.

"So suspicious. I thought you we're the one killing overlords, not me."

His eyes went wide.

"How do you..." he cleared his throat, "how did you know?"

It was a stupid question and he knew it. There hadn't been any secret keeping, not really. Sure, he never outright said he was the Radio Demon who broadcasted screams but he supposed there couldn't be many Radio Demon's out there really. It didn't matter that he had only been going after overlords for a month or so now, she was one. Of course she would know.

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?"

All it took was one look. Suddenly, he was new again, spat fresh out of life on Earth and in to Hell's gaping maw. One look at her, and he dissolved at the edges, forming and reforming his own ability to speak and comprehend the world around him.

"It is." the woman hummed, a wide smile breaking across her face, revealing the blackness of her teeth, her mouth.

Alastor soon formed a bit of a soft spot for the inhuman overlord. It was that first meeting, that first walk. He had asked, hunting for information to wield against her, about her life on Earth and in Hell. It was her fault really, for answering. That's what had him stuck.

Y/n had laid her life out for him like a freshly pressed table cloth. She had been raised on the streets of ancient Rome and executed as a witch. She was perhaps the oldest demon remaining in Hell, the exterminations having eventually wiped out even the strongest members of her times. Just as Alastor had been reborn as a deer due to his death, so too was she reborn as what they had accused her of. Every ritual, every spell, prophecy itself all worked for her. It was then Alastor understood the interaction he had witnessed between Zestial and Y/n, then he understood the respect.

He found himself drawn to her more and more and, somehow, he always seemed to be able to find her when he went searching. He assumed it was some strange magical nonsense she controlled. Alastor didn't question it.

Y/n showed him Hell in a way he had never seen it before. She taught him where to gather herbs and how to use them, how to bend the earth to his will, how to spin iunges and call down the storms, the rain, the moon. Alastor devoured, fed by her hand.

It was odd, Charlie had never seen a demon like her before. The white eyes, the teeth black with what seemed to be darkness, the gold. All of it was off putting yet somehow, captivating. Alastor seemed to be acting weird, his eyes flitting wildly across the woman, taking in her every detail. Charlie wasn't sure what to do about that.

In some sense, Alastor seemed to be scared. In another, he was in an overjoyed state of disbelief. Charlie wasn't sure which was more disconcerting, or how to respond to either and so, she simply watched.

"I have a question, mea ocella."

Y/n announced one day and Alastor turned from where he sat spinning stories into his microphone at her feet. That was what she had called him, her little eye. She told him it was a term of endearment. Alastor had no reason to doubt. The red grass swayed slightly in the breeze as he looked up at her, immediately bringing a halt to his broadcast.

"What is it?"

"You've been so set on ending all us overlords for so long now," she hummed, "wouldn't you like to do something different?"

"Something like what?"

"See from the other side of the glass."

Her white eyes glowed blue, the gold on her skin shining out into the world around like stars. Alastor sighed.

"You're prophesying again."

She nodded in agreement. Y/n had never seen the point in lying, she had never known its use. Not since before she could remember, back in the times she lived. They were so distant now, so immaterial and unimportant she rarely payed those memories much mind.

"So, what is it you see me doing?"

"Simple riddle or play on words?"

The two types of prophesy, the two options. Alastor put a finger to his chin, humming in thought.

"Simple riddle. Please, not in dactylic hexameter if you would, decoding that always gives me a headache."

"But that has been the meter of prophecy since Justice herself sat on the Delphic throne, mea ocella." Y/n retorted in surprise, meeting Alastor's eyes.

"Yeah, well."

Y/n laughed lightly, looking back out blankly toward the future.

"As you wish, ocella. Just this once. My gift to you."

Alastor hummed his non-comital thanks, turning his gaze back out the the skyline of the city as well.

"One will be two, two will be four, when that number comes be ready for more. Seven years past under grim sudden stress, four becomes ten, I'll tell you what happens next. Help one bright star to the top, not too far, and you will be free from the one not the three."

"Rhymes? Really?"

Y/n looked down at him, the glow fading from her as their eyes met and the future vanished from the scope of her vision.

"You asked for no hexameter, I still get to have fun."

"Yeah, yeah."

The pair fell into a comfortable silence. Alastor ran the words of her fortune in his head, trying to gain any semblance of reason from them.

"They don't sound very... avoidable."

"That's because it's not one of the ones you can change."

"Oh."

Y/n pulled herself to her feet suddenly, her chiton swirling around her. Alastor watched in awe as her image flickered in the air for a moment between the image of herself just a head shorter than him, the one who loomed around nine feet tall, and some three headed monster at what must've been five stories. Leaning, she held a hand out for him to grasp. It took Alastor a moment to realize, shaking his head slightly as he at last accepted Y/n's help and got to his feet.

"Where are we going?"

"I've decided you are going to be an overlord, mea ocella."

"Why?"

"I think it might help you down the line."

It had been years since Alastor had seen her. Long before he had taken his so called seven year sabbatical, Y/n had vanished. Alastor knew she wasn't dead, he would have been able to tell if she was dead. Surly the world would have shifted in some new and strange way to lose the goddess of the crossroads, the titan, Hekate made flesh and blood. Nothing like that had happened and so he knew she was alive, just not where or how.

Y/n's prophecies were always accurate. Standing here before her now, Alastor recalled her words from all those decades before.

One will be two, two will be four. When that number comes, be ready for more.

One had been just him. Two? When he had died and met his shadow. Alastor realized now that three had been Y/n herself and that the fourth important person who had come into his afterlife was the very person who owned his soul.

Seven years past under grim sudden stress, four becomes ten, I'll tell you what happens next.

Seven years he'd been gone, indeed under an unexpected and disastrous situation. When, after seven long years, he had returned to Hell, he had gone to the hotel. It was at the Hazbin Hotel that he not only met Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Sir Pentious but that they became vital parts of his life along with Husk and Nifty who before then had mostly existed on the periphery. Those six, plus the original four, made ten.

Help one bright star to the top, not too far, and you will be free from the one not the three.

All along, all those years ago, she had known. Alastor had always respected Y/n, always harbored a soft and disconcerting love for the witch. Never before now had either felt so overwhelming. Alastor took a trembling step forward from his place at Charlie's side. The world closed in, she was the only thing he could see.

Y/n smiled as he sunk to his knee before her, his head bowed.

"Mea ocella." she happily hummed, lifting his head up gently with the tips of her bluish grey fingers.

"Y/n."

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This fic will probably have a part two.

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zmediaoutlet · 13 days

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"So how was it?" Dean says.

Sam squints at him. Crazy-bright day, light reflecting off every car, bouncing back from the license plate frame on the Buick in front of them. "How was what?"

He gets a significant look but then there's a honk and Dean waves irritably at the guy behind them, moves forward a half car-length like that means something. Sam said they should've just taken 87 instead of the state highway, but apparently that wouldn't have been as good a drive, so here they are, bumper to bumper. Some accident they can't see up ahead.

"Dean," Sam says, when they're essentially parked again. "How was what?"

Dean stretches back, knees spread wide around the steering wheel. "Uh, let's see," he says, and sucks his lower lip like he's really thinking. "The tonsil hockey? The tongue tango? The vertical v-grab—"

"You're the worst," Sam says, loudly, and Dean grins whitely out at the traffic. Relaxed. Probably more relaxed now that Sam feels blood rising in his cheeks, like he really did something. The dick. They roll forward another few feet and Sam braces his elbow on the open window, looking out at the growing green, the budding trees. Springtime in upstate New York, not the worst it could be.

"Sarah seemed like she'd be good at it," Dean says. Sam rolls his eyes, smacks vaguely to his left, catches leather jacket. Dean swats his hand away. "Hey, that ain't a dig. I admire a chick who'll really go for it. And, buddy, the way she was looking at you."

Sometimes it's like he thinks Sam's blind. Like, the only reason is that he doesn't notice. He sucks the inside of his cheek, squints out at the random field out past the highway. Cows, in the distance. "She was good at it," he says, finally. Soft where it counted, confident in the way that a lot of gorgeous girls are. Curving into his body but not limp or just opening her mouth for it and waiting for him to be done. Her tongue tasted like earl grey tea. He can taste it now, and rubs his fingers over his mouth.

Dean's been quiet, letting off the brake and rolling forward a carlength at a time. "You want to…" he starts, but what goes there? They weren't going to stay. They never were. Even an extra day didn't make sense, because what was going to happen—Sam taking the open invite, letting himself try, knowing that in the motel across town Dean was cooling his heels with motel porn and a takeout pizza, waiting for Sam to shoot his load so they'd be ready to pack up and leave the state? No, that wasn't going to happen. Not fair to Sarah, no matter if Sam explained the score, and it wasn't fair to Sam, and it wasn't fair, either, to…

More honking, somewhere behind them. They check the rearview at the same time, annoyed, and Dean mutters, "Like that helps?"

Sam turns on his side of the bench, putting his back to the window. Dean glances at him and then looks back out at the cars, frowning. "What do you think I'm missing?" Sam says. "With this stuff. Perfume? Long hair?"

"Perfume I can do, but I draw the line at wearing a wig for you," Dean says. Sam huffs and Dean glances over at him again, smiling. Kind of smiling anyway. "Not trying to—to be weird about it, or pick a fight or anything, Sammy. I just know you wanted…" He shakes his head, slouches back on the bench with two fingers hooked low on the steering wheel. "I don't want you to be—missing anything. I know, we got a job, and it's important. I'm not, like, trying to get you to move into a two-bedroom in New Paltz. I just don't want you to hate this any more than you do already."

Traffic judders to a halt again. Sam nods, looks out at the blinding chrome. His eyes smart. He sniffs, and drags his hand over his face, and then leans over the bench seat and gets his hand on Dean's jaw and turns his face and kisses him. Dean's lips startle open and Sam closes his eyes and licks in, pressing deep, Dean's hand gripping his jacket and Dean's breath filling his mouth. Coffee, salt. Sam tips so his forehead's against Dean's, their noses brushing. "Don't worry about what I'm missing," Sam says.

Dean's knuckles against his chest. He breathes in, shaky.

Honking. Dean takes a quick deep breath and pulls back, doesn't look at Sam. Traffic opening maybe, a little, ahead. They slide forward a car-length and then another. "Might make it to Allentown before dark after all," he says. His ear's pink. Sam sits back into the corner of the bench and smiles at the side of his head. "Shut up," Dean says, and Sam smiles out the window instead, the grown-grass verge starting to blur as they pick up speed. He wasn't going to say a thing.

#happy wincest wednesday #my writing #ww lottery #a random ficlet for episode 19 #fun fact: I Hate Sarah So Much #but in an established wincest context she's at least interesting

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guizika · 4 months

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Vampires!

Dean Winchester x Male Reader

Cw - Male reader, you/yours pronouns, fluff, Mention of death, violence, drinking, maybe it’s a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You decide to go to a bar to forget your problems, but unfortunately you end up finding more problems, but you also find a solution.

Word count - +1500

A love disappointment, problems at work and some encouragement from your friend were enough to make you go to a bar. The bar was located in a more secluded part of town, and most people went there at weekends.

You left the house wearing your favorite outfit, a white T-shirt and black pants. When you got to the bar, you ran into your friend, who was already drinking and hitting on the bartender. As you approach, you nudge her shoulder lightly and she lights up when she sees you. "You really came!"

"Of course I did, I'd never miss a chance to drink myself into a stupor." You say jokingly, smiling amusedly. Soon, you sit down next to her and order whisky to drink, chatting about silly things. Some stories have already been told, but they're still funny. You drink and laugh as you reminisce about your teenage years.

"Remember when you and Willian nearly blew up the school laboratory?" She says, laughing out loud as you let out a nasal laugh. "Firstly, that was far from an explosion and, secondly, it was all Willian's fault." You say defending yourself, laughing as you remember that day.

"Hey, do you remember when you flooded the bathroom at school?" Her laughter stops and then she blushes with embarrassment, drawing a genuine laugh from you. "It wasn't my fault, I was unfortunately in the bathroom and then disaster struck." You finish your whisky and then smile sarcastically at her. "Yes, of course, whatever you say."

Before you can order anything else to drink the Bartender hands you a beer, causing you to raise an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, but I think you gave it to the wrong person, I didn't order a beer." The bartender smiles at you and then points to a man sitting on a bar stool by himself. "That man sent you that drink."

Your gaze goes in the man's direction, analyzing his face, he notices your gaze and smiles seductively at you, then takes a sip of his beer. "Oh my God, you have to go to him now!" Your friend whispers to you excitedly, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Don't worry, I've already found someone I want to stay with tonight." She says as if she knew what you were going to say, making you sigh with relief.

"Wish me luck." You smile and then walk over to the man, clearing your throat to talk to him. "Ah, hello, did you send me the beer?" He nods and then you sit down next to him, your beer in hand. "So, what's your name, handsome?" He smiles and then takes a sip of his beer.

"James Hetfield, but you can call me daddy, and what would your name be, sweetie?" he says, smiling seductively. He says, smiling seductively as you raise an eyebrow and laugh slightly. "Oh yes, you're the lead vocalist of Metallica, I'm John Lennon, nice to meet you."

He laughs, catching your drift. "I'm Dean, now, what's your name?" He takes another sip of his beer as he waits for your answer, after you reply he smiles and then looks around. "Right, well, what do you say we get out of here, sweetie?" His tone comes out suggestive, making you smile and then agree immediately. You finish your beers and then leave the bar kissing, you go to his car and then he takes you to the motel room where he's staying.

"Just don't make too much noise." He says between kisses, making you bite his lower lip and smile seductively, he lays you on the bed and you continue kissing.

…

The next day you open your eyes and see that the man is still asleep, so you get up and put your clothes on. After buttoning up your white T-shirt, you go out and then order a cab on your cell phone.

You see that your friend has sent you a few messages and you laugh, opting to reply when you get home. The cab arrives, you get in the car and say the address, driving home.

...

After two months, a lot of murders began to occur in your town, worrying most of the population. These crimes usually occur at night, so many people stop going out, but that doesn't stop you from going out to cool off.

The bartender looks at you and greets you, smiling and then placing a glass of whisky in front of you, already knowing what you were going to order. You finish your drink and the bartender hands you a Cuba-Libre. "That's the man who told me to give it to you." You look at who the bartender pointed to and notice that the man has pale skin and long black hair, he smiles and then walks over to you. His gaze never leaving your face, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

"Wow, what does someone like you do in this kind of place?" he asks, smiling and looking at you seductively. You take a sip of the drink he's sent you and smile kindly. "Just enjoying life, that's all, how about you?" The man seems to like your answer, looking you in the eye and then taking a sip of his drink. "I'm just enjoying life too."

After talking for a while, you leave the bar, he kisses you and takes you to his car. "Well, you're very handsome, I confess I'm sad to have to kill you." Hearing his words, your eyes widen and you try to push him away, only to be surprised by a blow to the back of the head, knocking you out. You hear other people's voices and then faint.

…

"What the fuck, ouch." You feel a strong pain in your head, probably because of the blow, you try to get up or move your arms but realize you're tied up, becoming more aware of your current state.

"You're finally awake, I thought you'd died from the blow." The barman's voice echoes off the walls of the shed, he turns on the light and your eyes close, opening only when you've gotten used to the brightness. "Where am I?" Your voice comes out hoarse, probably because your throat is dry.

He laughs, the laugh containing malice. "Well, you're in the nest." Your expression shows doubt. "Nest?" The man snorts, then opens his mouth and bares his fangs. "Yes, well, I'm a vampire and this is my nest, there are lots of vampires here." You stay silent, trying to process what he's said.

"Vampires?" You whisper, making him smile. "Yeah, I'd explain it to you, but there's no point because you're going to die soon." His words make you squirm as he approaches, screaming and begging for help even though you know it will be in vain. However, before he gets too close to you, the sound of a door opening can be heard and then he turns around to see two men.

You look too, relieved that someone has arrived, but after looking for a while you realize that one of the men is Dean. "Hey, bloodsucker, how about you come over here and face us?" Dean says and then the vampire charges at them, but he's easily defeated.

"Hey, how are you?" The taller man comes towards you, cutting the ropes that bind you and helping you to your feet. "Well, I almost got killed by a, uh, vampire, I guess, but I'm fine." The man smiles embarrassedly and then introduces himself. "I'm Sam Winchester and that's my brother, Dean." You smile and then introduce yourself.

They get you out of there and then take you to the car, you lean against the car and then cross your arms. Sam leaves you and goes to talk to someone on the phone, leaving you alone. Dean ends up explaining their work to you, causing you to let out a sigh.

"Well, I had no idea that James Hetfield also hunted monsters." You say in a joking tone, smiling in a relaxed way. "But seriously, that was super unexpected, like, I never imagined that these things actually existed." Dean laughs lightly and then lets out a snort, looking away.

"Well, I don't think anyone really wants to imagine that sort of thing." After he says that, you look at each other, until Sam arrives and clears his throat, making you look embarrassed and then look at him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to Dean." You just smile and shrug, watching the two of them walk away, talking about something you can't hear. After a while they come back and Dean lets out a sigh and looks at you.

"Looks like we have to go, another case has come up." His tone contains dissatisfaction, but he tries to mask it, you let out a sigh and then smile at him. "All right, but when you pass through this town, come and visit me."

Dean brightens up and then takes his cell phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. "I've got a better idea, put in your phone number, so we can, well, keep in touch."

After that you both get in the car, he drops you off at your house and then he drives off, heading for the place of the next case.

Maybe you'll meet again in the future...

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

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solomons-poison · 1 year

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Ooooh hey honey bunny!

I'm so proud of you for your followers!

As celebration: I'd like to request hcs about first dates for Obey Me! With Beel, Satan, and Barbatos. 💕

First Dates with Beel, Satan, and Barbatos

A/N: Hehe thank you darling 😘 It more so celebrating a year since I've joined the writing community?? I don't know how accurate my follower count is anymore after 10 years on this hellsite, and I've only just recently gained a lot of great mutuals (yourself included <3), so thought this milestone might be easier lol. Anyway I'm so sorry this took ages to get to ;;

Featuring: GN reader || Beel x reader, Satan x reader, Barbatos x reader

Warnings: None; this is concepts if the boys set up the date, rather than the reader

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Beel

It's not obvious unless you know what to look for or until the moment he asks, but Beel is the most nervous one about your first date together. He knows his interests can often give him tunnel vision, and he accidentally ignores or neglects you. So he wants to make sure that when he goes on this date with you, that you have his full attention and affection.

He's extremely sweet when he asks you out, the most adorable blush on his face, and he's absolutely overjoyed when you accept. If you talk to Belphie, he'll tell you all about how Beel kept bringing up both his worries and date ideas, asking if he thought you would like this or that, until Belphie was ready to lose his patience. All of his brothers are supportive, though, Beel just wants to make you happy and they're all just proud of their little brother trying to court you.

He's honestly happy to go anywhere with you for a date, but his suggestions are mostly food-oriented. He might end up going to Belphie, Barbatos, or Asmo for good ideas, something that would appeal to both of you, and so one suggestion might be around a café date. He just loves the idea of trying all sorts of new foods with you, something to create memories with together. It really excites him to introduce you to a food that he likes, especially, and it fills him with so much joy if you like it too. And the kiss he gives you at the end is nervous but heartfelt. It might also taste a bit like your last meal, but it just makes you two giggle.

When he looks back on your relationship together and his time with you, he wants to remember these fun experiences. The next time he passes by that restaurant or that café, or just smells a food that he had eaten with you during this outing, he'll be filled with thoughts of you, and it always brings a smile to his face.

Satan

A first date with Satan is the very definition of romantic. He works tirelessly to create the perfect date plan for you two, making all the arrangements to ensure everything goes exactly as planned and there are no problems.

Some of the ideas he considers are, of course, involving books, perhaps going to a café and reading together over coffee or just straight up visiting the library. Or he might want to bring you to the new cat café in town and introduce you to everyone, instead. If you're not quite as book-oriented, though, he's still happy to arrange something else, such as taking a walk through the park and telling you about the flowers and their meanings (that he definitely didn't spend weeks researching prior to the date...).

He'll start with going to your room to get you for your date, acting as your escort and maybe offering his arm or holding hands (especially if it's within Lucifer's sights). He'll be opening the door for you, pulling out your seat, maybe feeding you a bite of his or your food with the sweetest smile on his face.

And when the end of the date is drawing near, he'll nervously gift you something that means a lot to him, maybe a copy or his copy of his favorite book, or perhaps a piece of jewelry that complements your features. And the kiss at the end is nervous but sweet, soft and passionate and lingering because he doesn't want to leave yet but knows he has to go. Lucifer will never admit it to him, but he's really proud of what a gentleman Satan is with you.

Barbatos

As always, Barbatos is ten steps ahead of you. Even if you insist on setting up the date yourself, he's just too intuitive and good at figuring you out that he can mostly guess what would please you.

Similar to Satan, he's very romantic in his gestures. He might even act as your own personal butler instead of Diavolo's, using acts of service as his means of courting you. He may invite you for a tea date, creating a unique blend of tea solely for you to enjoy. And of course, he's baking something exquisite to go with it. If you're not into sweets, no worries, he can definitely make something savory for you to enjoy.

And after the tea is finished and you've tired of sitting, he'll take you on a nice evening walk around the gardens at the palace, show you rare flowers that you can't find anywhere else and telling you about their history. He'll even show you his secret hiding spot in the back of the grounds, somewhere he likes to have to himself when he needs some quiet. It's the trust that he has in you that really makes his love for you obvious.

And the kiss that he gives you at the end as he says goodnight is as sweet as the sweetest cake he could ever bake for you. Despite how restrained he seems, his eyes show his desire for you quite clearly, and it's enough to leave tingles throughout your body. He does well in leaving a very good first impression, and you can be sure there will be many more dates to come.

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lovelykiitsune · 8 days

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❞ 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬

❞warning: dead wife + illness/sickness + Grammar mistakes + Akuneko kids are fictional and not canon, they're my ocs + no editing bcs this is reuploaded from my deleted blogs/acc

word count: 6k

a/n: the Villa Butlers and Nobles are coming soon, but I don't know when ^^;

1st Floor Butlers profile:

Dilf!Berrien Cliane - the ex-barista, he recently divorced his wife, but has won custody of his twins. Daisy and Benjamin Cliane, they almost look exactly like him. He adore them, and always love them. Raising two children could be hard and difficult, especially as a single father that recently divorced his ex-wife. His ex-wife wanted to refuse to pay child support, but couldn't due to Berrien that had won the court. He haven't told his kids about the impact with the devils. He was worried that might affect his relationship with his children.

Dilf!Berrien always apologize for his children mess. He wouldn't scold them, since he is a gentle father. He would tell them, not to bother you because you are the master of Grosvenor manison and families. Jokes on you Berrien. You loved the his kids. You always adore them. You three will always enjoy him brewing the tea and severing it. He always thanking you for looking after his kids. Very apologetic single father. Daisy and Benjamin loved their father more than their mother.

Dilf!Berrien always check on kids, grades, schooling, behavior, and their mental health too. He loved it when you spend time with his twins, it's help him to relax while he was on duty. You found him, playing the piano while the kids were dancing and singing together, holding hands as they twirls around the dance room. Yes, he could attract other towns women. His ex-barista move while serving you tea, makes you get distracted. Aruji-sama! Don't get distracted by his move! You're spilling the tea!

Dilf!Berrien kids, Daisy would always come to his office, she wants her father to rest. You can't say no to her puppy face. Benjamin is a shy kid, his twin sister is energetic and very talkative. Benjamin wants his father to stop working, he would come and place his tiny hand on his father lap. He have a quiet voice. Also can't say no to his puppy face. They would help him with his work, but Berrien is too focus, wanting them to finish their school works and activities. Since Berrien is always busy with his duty and won't able to pick his kids, at least you volunteer.

Dilf!Berrien didn't plan to find another lover. He wants to focus on his time with his twins and you. He would find you and the kids in your bedroom. There papers filled with crayons with different colors mostly scribbled. Your room is a mess Aruji-sama...! He would tuck you in your sleep until he took the kids to sleep. He will NOT step on the drawings that you and the kids made. He would look at it and collect. A smile appears on his face as he neatly tucked them away. He will probably keep it somewhere safe.

"This is a lovely masterpiece Aruji-sama, Daisy and Benjamin. I'll keep it somewhere safe. Thank you for being in my life. I really appreciate it. You worked hard today, you deserve some rest."

Dilf!Lono Fontaine - The chef of the Michelin stars restaurants. Now he is working as a butler, but a chef...? He could sprinkle like salt bae. He was divorced by his ex-wife, but his wife doesn't want her son, so he accepts the offer. He already knew taking care a kid is like taking care of another human responsibility. I mostly see him as a good father and amazing father type rewards. He absolutely loved his son, Alex. They do have a good relationship, but sometimes Alex would also get along with Bastien too. Who has no interest with Alex.

Dilf!Lono always Lono. He would argue with Bastien, but not in fornt of Alex. He hates seeing his son witness the fight. It's really hard to make up with them. He would like it if you spend time with Alex because he seems to be really attached with you. Alex is a very positive kid, he has a wild imagination.

Remember that Dilf!Lono could bake cakes and sweets. Baking with son and father bounding moment. Imagine the mess in the kitchen. Anyway! Dilf!Lono would definitely give the kids sweet, but in secret! (Yeah they found yet and scold him abt it but SHHH)

Dilf!Lono is actually very smart at math. He would help his son or the other butlers daughters/sons with their math homework. He is actually good at fraction and measurement math homework, but he doesn't give out answered. The butlers will be watching *cough* *cough* anyways! He would reward them with sweets pastries, if they gotten the right answer. If they got it wrong, he is very patient for them to figure it out.

Since Dilf!Lono has duty. He liked seeing you and his son spending time together, either baking or decorating pastries. Yes, he is the type of dad would cry if you the Aruji-sama of the Grosvenor manison and his son, gifted him the Happy Father's Day.

"Haha, Thank you Alex and Aruji-sama. You two are the precious people, that I've ever met. Huh? I'm crying? AH! N-No! I'm not crying! I just got back from duty... i... Thank you... Alex and Aruji-sama..."

Dilf!Bastien Kelly - returning military and now working as the butlers of Grosvenor manison. He has one daughter, Meredith Kelly. His wife eventually died due to giving birth to his daughter. He hasn't gotten used to his wife passing, but he doesn't blame his daughter for the death. He loved his daughter to death. He is extremely protective of her. He doesn't like it when Alex gotten near her. He will give death glares to Lono, if he is giving her sweets. He will keep an eye on Alex aka Lono's son. If he has interest in his daughter. Ehe overprotective father mode is on!

Dilf!Bastien isn't good at communicating with his daughter. He is worried of being a terrible father or her role model since he was mostly focused on training everyday. He doesn't have time spending time with his daughter. His daughter knew that he was busy, since she always spending time with you or the other butler kids. She doesn't hate or dislike her father. She is a fast learner, she did knew her birth-mother passing.

Dilf!Bastien is the type of father would watch over her in silence like a overprotective father would be, hiding behind the building or tree. He will see you and his daughter together, either reading under the tree or petting muu. His love language for his daughter was either silent or just awkward hugs. Dilf!Bastien doesn't like sweets, but his daughter was the opposite. He is good at making braids for his daughter. He will add any flowers to show that he loved her. You remember complimenting on Meredith. You could see Dilf!Bastien choke on his tea. He is blushing while he excused himself to do "training."

Dilf!Bastien doesn't mind if you spend time with his daughter as long she doesn't get hurt. He is a social awkward father, but doesn't know how to communicate. You did saw Bastien and his daughter petting Muu together. You almost squeal as you saw him smile, you almost got caught. You could hear him communicating with his daughter the first time. Dilf!Bastien and his daughter spending time together! The first time! You wanted to record, but you respect his privacy, as you lean on the wall and listen.

"I guess spending time with you isn't bad... I apologize for avoiding you since you were the kid... It's not your fault that your mother died. I always still love you and your mom too... Um... Can we spend time together one last time... please?"

Second Floor Butler Profile:

Dilf!Harues Clifford - Ex-Police officers, currently going through his wife death. He and his two son had moved towns to towns. He quit being the police officer, now currently working for you, Aruji-sama. His two sons were well-behaved and very bright. Owen (youngest) and August (oldest) Clifford. They're like father to son personality. They both wanted to help their father with duty but they were told not to bother. They will be in the library or just be with you.

Dilf!Haures would never force his two sons to do training unless they asked or wanted to. He would take it easy on them, since they're both are kids. This may be funny of weird but... they are exactly like Haures. They eat just like him. Their personality is like Haures. How they wear and how they speak. Of course, they will scold other butlers just like him. You remember listening to Owen and August scolding at Ammon and Boschi for not doing their duty. You couldn't hold your laughs, but you left anyways. No, they aren't shy around women.

You adore Dilf!Haures two sons. You always spend time with them. Reading and doing puzzle together. Dilf!Haures like Bastien doesn't have freetime to spend time with his sons. He always training or working. He doesn't ask his sons for help since he doesn't want them to be involved. He will scold them for being involved. Since he is extremely tired and would yell at them on accident. Which leaves Owen the youngest in tears. Which leaves a awkward silent treatment for both of them.

Dilf!Haures always tired for scolding other butlers and being on duty 24/7. He doesn't mean to yelled at his two sons. He will give Owen favorite for a gift for an apologize. He may be not good with kids, but at least you are there. He doesn't want to be a bad father, he just want them to know that he love them and show that he made a mistake a promise not to do it again. You often see tired Dilf!Haures and his two son sleeping on the library with a book on his hands. You couldn't help but took a picture. Whoops! Seems that you forgot to turn off the flash. Congrats you woke him up.

"A-Aruji-sama! W-What are you doing here? Huh? I fell asleep in the library...? My apologize, I'm gonna leave now. Huh? Owen and August laying next to me? You... want me to stay with them...? *sighs* Alright if you inist... Do you mind if you stay here too...?"

Dilf!Fennesz Oswald - Librarian as a part-time and worked as a bulter full time. A lots of middle age women will always come to Dilf!Fennesz part time, so they could talk to him. Same as Haures, he is currently going through his dead wife pregnant has passed away in the carriage crash. He was happy that his only son that survived, he was sad that his unborn child that passed away too. Quite a harsh reality to face, but he is still happy that his son has survived. His son's name is Liam Oswald, the surviving member during the carriage crash.

Dilf!Fennesz had to face reality. He is really trying to be in the best mood for his son. He doesn't blame his son for the accident. He loved and adore his son very much, that it hurt him. He still visit his dead wife grave, giving her favorite flowers. He's the type of dad would hold his emotions then break down when he is alone. He will act like nothing happen when he came to his part time or back to the Grosvenor manison. Deep inside you already knew his past due to Liam explanation. Liam is very honest kid, he loved his hard-working father. He was raised by the right father, but sometimes Dilf!Fennesz doubt that thinking that he was a terrible father for raising his son alone.

Dilf!Fennesz is the opposite of the rest of Dilf!Butlers. He just let his son do whatever. If he wants play soccer, no worries! He would sign his son up! Oh? He wants to join the chess clubs? Absolutely! Oh...? Student council? Definitely! Why not? Dilf!Fennesz would not let his son do his library or butler work.

Since Dilf!Fennesz worked in the library in his part time. He always brought books for his son read together. You could see or hear that he is reading to his son aloud. Your heart melt when hearing that Dilf!Fennesz is spending time with his son during bedtime stories. Liam would always go to your room, since his father either duty work or library. He likes spilling about how amazing his father was. Liam love telling you about the memories of his families. You were on the urge of tears because how heartbreaking and wholesome. What's you didn't know that Dilf!Fennesz was hiding behind the doors, holding stack of books. He wasn't mad or upset. He too was almost on the urge of tears but he just smile.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Excuse me Aruji-sama. It's getting late. Do you want to read a bedtime story? Hm...? You do? Wonderful! Please get comfortable. You can pick any stories. Oh? The Princess of the Moon? Sure, let's read it together, okay?"

Dilf!Boschi Arenas - Look! I know what's you're thinking, but shush! Anyways! Dilf!Boschi is a good dad. Let's me explain. He is learning how to be a good father for his son and daughter. His son (youngest) Rhys and his daughter (oldest) Emily Arenas. Rhys is a wild-child, always misbehave and causes a lot of butler having a headache. Emily Arenas, however is a gentle, kind, helpful girl. Of course she is a big sister to Rhys and will scold Rhys and apologize to you for her brother behavior. Dilf!Boschi will doesn't mind Rhys to be a troublemaker as long he doesn't stole his father prosthetic arm or mask. Imagine the mansion was chase by Rhys and Boschi heavy footsteps in the hallway.

Dilf!Boschi adopted Rhys and Emily. They aren't his biological kids. He knew that someone has abandoned them in the alleyway during the rain when they were baby and a child, but they already knew that they don't have a mom in their life. He does like it when Rhys bother Haures, but he will drag Rhys away if he is making you feel uncomfortable. Emily always help with her father chores, but she will be caught by her father working on his chores. She is ban from touching any supplies of chores. That doesn't stop Emily because she will make any hairstyle for her father. Braids? Boom! Ponytail? No worries! A bun? Yeah, she got this! At least Emily is having fun putting flowers or hair clips on her father's long smooth hair.

Dilf!Boschi doesn't mind spending time with his kids. He wanted to have a bounding moment with them. Since they don't have a mom. Emily and Rhys sees you as a mother to them. You always look after them when their father wasn't around. You always spend time with them. Even tho you are Aruji-sama in the Grosvenor mansion and the families too. Emily will make flower crowns that made from daisy from the ground and Rhys running in circles around the tree. He will act like he doesn't care, but reality his heart was warming up. Emily really like Ammon since he has teach her how to braid or make other hairstyle to make for her father. Boschi will act like he doesn't care and would be tough. He is cracking a small smile on his face as he cross his arms.

Dilf!Boschi like the rest of the butlers. He is protective of his two children. He doesn't like it when Haures oldest son has interest in his daughter. He would 100% separate them. You did have a girly talk with Emily about crushes. He doesn't accept his daughter having crushes. Not on his watch. Nope! Never in the million years. He still have nightmares seeing his daughter got kissed by on the back of her hand by Haures oldest son, August. Rhys is fine. He is just poking his father's prosthetic arm is laid on the table.

Dilf!Boschi isn't very much an academic. Emily or the other butlers children would be either studying in the library or just be with you. He does want his kids to learn about fencing. Not saying he is a bad father but he is a chill-laid back father type, expect overprotective of his daughter and his son too. He will see them studying in the library alone. Quite chaotic for Rhys, but Emily scold him to be quiet. Hours pass by, he is still checking on them to make sure if they're still there. It's getting dark. He saw Emily and Rhys sleeping on top of the table. He was worried that they were sleeping there for too long. Yes, he practiced with his prosthetic arm to carry them. Useless now because he heard you passing by.

"Hm, Aruji-sama. It's a getting late. I will escort you to your room soon. Hm? You want to help me carry those kids? Ha. No need I'm fine. W-Wait! Don't get injured. Ha... sorry, I just painck... at least let me tucked them to sleep. You should get some sleep too. It's getting late..."

Dilf!Ammon Lead - Gardener... he is just a gardener. ANYWAYS! He recently recovering from his wife passing. His daughter, Rośe Lead. Like Fennesz, he thought he was doing a terrible job of raising his daughter. Reality, he is doing a fantastic job for raising his daughter like a lady. She will cover her father lies, but will get caught little sooner, but you cannot say no to her puppy eyes. He and Rośe had a very healthy relationship of daughter and father bounding. They would spend time in the gardening. Like the rest of the butler, he is a little overprotective and a little of laid back father, but he would only teach her how to take care of flowers and other plants.

Dilf!Ammon - He liked making a small gift for his daughter, flowers crowns. She loved flower crown. You would see her mostly everyday, coming to your room and place any flowers crown on your head. She also gift Muu some too. Please praise this girl for doing a good job. She mostly gift everybody with flower crown made from her hands. Also since her name is Rośe, her father would make her stay away from actual rose flowers torns. You could hear him talking about his daughter embarrassing story how Rośe as a toddler touch the torns but she acts like nothing happen. Poor Dilf!Ammon after he saw his daughter finger bleeding. Don't worry he didn't passed out.

Dilf!Ammon - doesn't like talking about his past or the scar on his back. If you or his daughter asked, he would brush it off and change the topic. You never questioned it after you heard Boschi explain it to you expect for his daughter. You and Rośe would spend time together in your room or in the garden. If her father was busy doing his duty and couldn't be together. Not like Boschi but if Dilf!Ammon found out that his little girl has a crush. He would never question it because he want to respect her privacy, but he would tease her on which boys that she has a crush on. You just stood there and watch the teasing. Not wanting to upset her.

Dilf!Ammon - isn't the type of father that would scold or yelled at her for making a mistake. He is the calming dad, I think he is the type who would calmly explain that making mistake is okay as long you didn't do it in the future. He does hate to see his daughter cried. He would reassure her by calming her down. He is trying his best to comfort her. You were passing by the garden place and see Rośe with her dad. She is crounching down in tears. You made eye contact with Dilf!Ammon. You turn away as nothing happen but you hid behind the walls as you listen to their convo.

"Shhh... it's alright my little rose. Don't cry, don't let those tears spoil you. Papa is here, it's alright, papa loves you. It's alright to make mistake, I'm not mad at you. You are a amazing kid. You are loved. Hm...? You want Aruji-sama? Alright, let's find them okay? How about they could join you for flower crown? Ah, there's that smile."

Third Floor Butler Profile:

Dilf!Lucas Thompscie - Doctor. Is it obvious? Anyways! A total dad on crack, mostly inserting dad jokes in fornt of his daughter and his butler mates, especially you. You are not tired of his jokes since he does respect your discussion. Lucy Thompscie aka his daughter, doesn't understand her dad's jokes, but she still laughs it off tho. He is divorced by his ex-wife after finding out that she was after his knowledge and looks. He did won custody of his daughter. I mean fair because Dilf!Lucas has good looks and women would charm him. He still adored his daughter. Anyways, you found Lucy pretty cute. She doesn't really like spending time with her dad, mostly on you. Yeah, that her father in the corner.

Dilf!Lucas - He always busy with his work. That's the reason why his daughter doesn't want to bother him or spending time. Lucy would cling on to you like a Koloa. Her father's did gave her a stuff pastel rose pink with white spots long ears bunny. She still have it because you will see her carrying it everywhere, 24/7. Don't question it! Since Dilf!Lucas always busy on his work. He will make hia daughter stay away from Miyaji and his kids too. Quite a show, but the rest of the butler would separated them, preventing from seeing each other. He will make his daughter eating healthy things. She will fight him until he told her to finish it. You pray for that poor kid. He wanted her to be healthy and not be sick. Since kids needed some vitamins and nutrients.

Dilf!Lucas - Yes, he drinks wine like those wine mom. He doesn't drink in fornt of his daughter since she mostly cling to you or Muu. She rarely visit him. If she does then she pull her eye bag and stick her tongue out. She isn't like those misbehaving children. She doesn't like her father. You cannot tell if he is used to this or is he heartbroken that his daughter despite him. Reality he is used to her behavior, he knew that she is a shy kid. He would just laugh it off saying that she just shy. He was glad that she doesn't have to watch him over his shoulder doing his work.

Dilf!Lucas - since his childhood, he was very smart growing up and ended up in college at a very young age. He wanted his daughter to study and do well at school. He is fine if his daughter was or wasn't intelligent enough for her education. He would help her, depends how his schedule or how busy he was. He won't ask for your request because you are Aruji-sama. Eventually you helped Lucy anyways. Yes, he did try to stop you from helping her. He just wanted to test his daughter intelligence with all the subjects. If you're out of town of something, he will babysat his daughter, by making her sitting on his stool, doing absolutely nothing beside clinging into her pastel pink rose stuff bunny plush. She will not join the other butler kids because she rather being with you instead. He doesn't question his daughter about and thinking that she just too shy.

"Lucy dear, stop giving me the cold look. You remind me of Mr. Miyaji. I understand you wanted to see Aruji-sama, but they are at work/school right now. Oh? You don't want to play with the butlers kids? *chuckles* how about this. I will take a break from work, so we could some chess together? How about that? No? *sighs* you're just like Aruji-sama. Stubborn... I still love you kid okay? Let's take a break shall we? How about some ice cream break? Just a father and daughter moment."

Dilf!Nac Stein - Hear me out. HEAR ME OUT! I haven't figured out or have talked about his old work place but seeing his official art of what his past was. ANYWAY not gonna spoil it. Dilf!Nac definitely pretty, handsome and he never age. He still working with Grosvenor families. He still took care of finances. I would say that he is divorced, his wife won custody but the children has visitation, so they could visit their father any time they want. The youngest daughter Elena and the oldest son Trey. He absolutely adore his two children, you remember meeting them the first time. Exact same eyes as Nac has, and no Aruji-sama they are not twins. I mean they have the same feature but they're not twins. You don't often see Trey and Elena a lot since they are living with their mother. You don't really meet her a lot since Dilf!Nac didn't bring the topic about his ex-wife or meeting someone else. He rather foucs on you, the kids and his work.

Dilf!Nac is always Nac. He still complimenting you of being beautiful/handsome. A father with boost confidence. Don't feel ashamed or creep out! He just want to see you smile and feeling good about yourself. Remember that Lamli and him were enemies. Yeah, they are still the same as always. He doesn't want his kids to be the same behavior as Lamli. No worries, they are not like him, quite the opposite to their father personality. Trey is a independent young man, he treats women with respect, but he is terrible at complimenting people back, and also helpful. Elena quite a bookworm. She's really quiet, it gets to the point where her father would always check on her because she was too quiet, but nope she is sitting in the corner reading. He doesn't compare his kids, he loved them to death.

Dilf!Nac is very elegant looking. He doesn't have wrinkles or any eyes bags under his eyes. He does have a beauty marks and a scar the same as always. He likes neats things, he always make sure his kids outfit was straightened and dress well. No filthy, because that does really bother him. He always make sure that his kids have manners and respecting him and the others especially you because you are Aruji-sama. He doesn't like kids that disrespecting you or him. Also I forgot to mention that he always talk about how amazing you were. I bet the kids already knew how amazing you are. RIP the kids can't say that enough to their dad, they just nodded their heads as they listen to their dad ranting about you. You did sneeze eventually.

I did read more information about Dilf!Nac that he likes to do embroidery. Imagine he was doing Embroidery with his daughter, Elena or his son, Trey together during break. You did find them together in Nac's office place, working on Embroidery. You didn't disturb them, you just left with a smile on your face. You should bring your phone/camera over. At least he is taking a break with his kids and spending time together.

"Now, now. Trey, don't painc. You are doing an amazing job. Make sure you follow the pencil line where to drew. Ah, don't poke your finger with the needle. Oh? Elena that's an amazing flower right there. Keep up with the good work! You two are doing well. I'm pretty sure Aruji-sama would like it if you show it to them!"

Dilf!Lamli Bennett - how do I explain this? Wasn't sure if he was a good father or just bad...? Anyway! He still have that baby face and no, he doesn't age like Nac does. His personality may still the same like always. Always and continues to annoy Nac nagging and won't do his duty, but will do it unless Nac nagging them again. I was thinking that Lamli is actually widowed. His wife has passed away due to an illness. He tries his best to raise his twins since he has the childish personality. About the twins they are like the high school host club twins but no incest, but they look exactly the same. I feel bad for Aruji-sama for being involved with the game, "who's the real Aki or Jin?" Yeah, they are childish like their father, but they do like pulling on pranks on the other butlers or the kids but not you. Very chaotic Bennett family here. You could see Nac or Haures/or his eldest son scolding the Bennett twins.

Dilf!Lamli - he always spend time with you. He knows who is Aki or Jin but he wouldn't tell you unless you praise him or give him attention then he will tell you which one is Aki and Jin. Good luck remembering that because they wore the same clothes and wouldn't leave any difference. He doesn't want to stress you out. Remember his personality may still the same. Well, Dilf!Lamli is very protective of you and his sons too. Well in public, he acts like a gentlemen, but he hates other nobles flirting you or harassing you. He does carry an extra knife in his pocket. Don't worry the twins will stop their father from stabbing another noble. I forgot to mention that Dilf!Lamli doesn't drink like Lucas does. He rather foucs on you since you are his master.

Dilf!Lamli - he isn't good with kids that cried. I know. It may sound rude but it true. He doesn't know how to comfort the kids from crying. He isn't good comforting the kids but he will make silly faces preventing them from crying. If it works then that calms Lamli down. If it doesn't then he has to think harder. He does enjoy being with his sons pranking on other butlers or their kids. You would hear loud footsteps running from the hallway or scolding. He did stop the twins from pranking you. He would probably lecture them about how great you are and should be respected. That didn't stop the twins, they will continue try to prank you until they will be caught red-handed. At least you're not covered in anything due to Lamli protection. You could finally sighs in reliefs. Yeah, the twins like pranking Muu too. They loved Muu by the way.

Dilf!Lamli would take you to stars gaze. He'll probably wake you up around midnight or 3 am. You might be thinking? Does he takes his kids too? Yeah, the twins are awake and peaking over their father shoulders. You four did sneak out of the mansion to see stars or the Aurora lights. You could see him pointing at the stars and the constellations. You could see him smiling, you don't see eyes bags under his eyes. He is telling you and the twins about the stars and the history. At least you could stay a little longer. He does let you rest your head on his lap while you are either sleeping or awake listening to his story. Sometimes the twins would be bored and would run around the woods, not too far. They know how late it was, and they knows about angels. Sometimes you would hear them singing K-I-S-S-I-N-G songs. Imagine that woke the butlers and would get scold, expect for you. If you're either too sleepy or fully awake.

"Aruji-sama! Aruji-sama! Look! That's a headless angels! Isn't that amazing! Imagine the angels hunt is like that. Wouldn't be so cool! Hey! Hey! There's a Cassiopeia- Oh? Aruji-sama? Are you sleeping? Hehe! Don't worry you're safe with me and the stars too. I'll take you to your room. Have sweets dream Aruji-sama!"

Basement Profile:

Dilf!Miyaji Oldia - definitely good with kids especially with every butlers sons and daughters. Dilf!Miyaji does age a bit but his scar still remains on his face. He has some small wrinkles under his eyes. He still kept his tall, elegant looks very nice. He wasn't big fan of big event, but he was also quite popular with women. Not very popular than Lucas, but a little bit. Yes, Dilf!Miyaji does have a only son. He seems very much a babysitter in this manison. He would watch the kids if any one of them comes near the danger. Very much a fatherly figurine, always there for the kids, and very masculine. He does have a really good relationship with his son and other children too. Pretty much everybody even the kids like Dilf!Miyaji because how soft-spoken that he was. He is pretty much busy with everybody kids or sometimes on duty if he wasn't with the kids.

Dilf!Miyaji - is a music teacher, and used to be a doctor. He is now working with the Grosvenor families. You are surprised that a man in his late 40s with a son, now working with two jobs. You do understand that he is good with kids and a loyal butlers babysitter. Lucas and Dilf!Miyaji still remains enemies. He does have a flashback when his son being polite to Lucy aka Lucas's daughter. No problem! He must respect women and others too. What he didn't know that, his son, Makoto is that he kiss her back hand. Yes, he saw everything. He took his son and ran off with Lucy being left alone and confused. You were watching in the distance, not knowing what to do. He doesn't want his son to be with his enemies daughter or in the future. Would be awkward, if Lucy's has become his daughter-in-law and Lucas would be there.

Dilf!Miyaji more like daddy wolf- *cough* *cough* ANYWAY! Since he is protective of the kids. Well... he is protective of you too. He will a death glare to anyone that wanted to hurt you. He does also have to take care of Lato's sanity. He was worried about Lato being close to the kids. He does know that he gentle towards the ladies. Dilf!Miyaji was lucky to get off his nasty marriage. He mostly focused on you, and the children sake. Similar to everybody, he doesn't plan to find another lover. Since he was a music teacher, but he is smart and intelligent. He is very helpful around the kids if they're stuck on their homework or school work. He will be embarrassed if you stood in fornt of the door, having a Tea party with the kids. He will clear his throat, not wanting to be rude. You still remember it, but he will brush it off if you bring that topic up. Don't embarrassed him in fornt of the other butlers.

Dilf!Miyaji is a... boomer. *kiit laughing in the background* I'M SORRY HE IS ACTUALLY! He doesn't know how to use smartphones. You eventually have to teach him on how to use it. You know how parents held their phones. Glasses and the phone farther away from their face. Yeah, that him. You have to held your laugh. He is not technically blind, but he will put bold words and very bright screen to max. Eventually you're done with helping him, how to use the phone. The image will appears on your head during lessons. Good luck helding your laughs because he is there with you. He will be happy if you hang out with him or play with the kids while he watching them. You two were like mother and father to them. The kids secretly think that you two were a couple. I mean, they're not wrong. You act like you heard nothing but deep inside you are flustered. Dilf!Miyaji still like sunbathing, like always... anyways! He already knew that kids are noisy, but he is good how to calm them down. You would be watching Dilf!Miyaji lifting the basket with his musculine, buff, arms. You try to look away, but he always caught you red-handed. He doesn't mind if you don't do anything gross.

"Aruji-sama, you have been looking at me. Is it one of the kids hiding behind the white sheets? No...? Oh... Ah? What's wrong? You're looking red. Are you having a fever...? It's not really hot today. It should be a little warm today. Hm...? My arms...? Ah... you are flustered about... me...? Ah, I apologize I should find the kids first. Hm? You want me to stay? Alright, I'll stay. Children should get some fresh air too."

Flure Gracia - I don't see him as a dilf. All I know that he isn't good with kids. At least he is having fun designing the outfits for them. Poor Flure would be tease terribly. No worries the kids love Flure. He seems very sweet with the kids while Miyaji isn't around. He doesn't know how to handle their feelings or their behavior. If one of the girls have a doll or a stuff plush. He would create them an accessories and outfits. He does enjoy seeing the kids praising them. He often help Miyaji with his other duty. He does get tease by Lato, because he gotten a lot of attention from kids. He rather being with you and the kids.

"Aruji-sama, I may be shy around kids, but do you mind staying with me? I do enjoy having you around. I apologize for hogging you."

No, Flure will not show his dolls to them.

Lato Bacca - Also don't see him as a dilf. Same thing with Miyaji. He is good with the ladies, but on the gentlemen... um... alright. He will watch over the kids, but Miyaji would refuse, but he would watch them for protection if they got bully or misbehave. He rather getting hurt instead the kids getting hurt. Some kids would be scared of him because of his aura and eyes. You didn't find him scary. You understand that they're kids. Lato would run away if his sanity gotten worse. He would leave the kids confused. At least Miyaji could get to comfort him. Once Lato got warm up with the kids. They will start to like him more. Be careful not to swing one of the kids Lato...

"Aruji-sama, welcome home. I'm playing with the kids. They are starting to warm up with me. Hm? Miyaji-sensei is not here, he is in his music part-time. Don't worry, I will be careful with the kids. You trust me right?"

#✧.*kiit write #あくねこ #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #Dilf!Aknk AU #Dilf!Aknk #Dilf!Devil Butlers with a Black Cat #Akuneko #devil butler with black cat #reupload from old deleted blog #reupload

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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can u do a steve x reader where he meets your little brother (not baby brother but like around 9-10 yrs old you know)? tysm!!

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 998

A/N: This was SO fun to write, I hope it's everything you wanted!!

"Trust me," Steve reassures, putting one hand on your knee as he drives, "I'm, like, some kind of naturally born babysitter. You've seen how great I am with Dustin and the gang."

"Yeah, because a) they're teenagers who you can sass, and b) you have no personal stake with them. If my brother doesn't like you, he'll tell my parents. If my parents don't like you, we're toast," you explain.

"Look, trust me, I just have a way with kids," Steve squeezes your knee. "He's gonna love me."

"Oh, you mean like how you've always had a way with women, but it took three failed pick-up lines before I finally agreed to go out with you?" you smirk.

"And look at us now," he grins back at you. He pulls up outside of your house, looks in the mirror and adjusts his hair. Getting it just right, he looks at you and nods. "Showtime."

"You're really getting dolled up for my brother?" you ask.

"First impressions matter, okay!" Steve frowns as he gets out of the car, leaning back in to pick up the cups that had been sitting between the seats, put them on the roof and run round to open the door on your side of the car. "That was why we decided to get his favourite fast food for lunch, right?"

"Yeah, but trust me, that's about all he'll respond to," you shake your head as you climb out of the car, hands full. Steve helps by taking the bags of food off your hands as you unlock the door. "I'm home, Ma, you can go!" You call out.

Your mother rushes through the house, "Be good! Oh, you must be Steven, it's so nice to meet you, I'm sorry I can't stay -"

"Mom, it's Steve, I've told you -" you interject, but it's futile.

"I gotta go, make sure your brother behaves! Good luck with him, Steven!" she shouts over her shoulder.

"Can't say I didn't try," you sigh, and Steve chuckles.

You swivel round to see your brother standing at the foot of the stairs. "Is this... Him?" he asks, pulling a face at Steve.

"Yeah! This is Steve. He and I went and got you a burger. And soda," Steve shakes the cups slightly with a hopeful smile. Your brother rolls his eyes.

"Leave mine on the table," he grunts as he turns to run back up the stairs.

"What, and let it get all gross and cold and wet from the grease? Fine, your funeral," you shrug, gesturing to Steve to follow you into the kitchen.

Your brother follows begrudgingly, sitting at the very far end of the table away from you two. You try and make conversation, "How's your town coming along?"

"Town?" Steve asks.

"Its just Lego," your brother explains. "But it's okay. I'm making a railroad through it now."

Steve's eyes widen. "Like, one that really works?!"

"Well, I have to pull the train through it, it's not like it's automatic," your brother mumbles into his food.

"That's still so cool," Steve's eyes are completely lit up. "What else is in your... Town... Thing?"

"You don't get to see it," your brother states hurriedly, staring daggers at Steve, who holds his hands up.

"I get that, I'm not trying to worm my way into it or anything. Just curious."

Your brother takes the paper bag your food had come in, and grabs a pen. He draws an outline of what he wants his town to look like, eventually. "Dad says I can't have the basement yet, but when I can, that's when Phase 2 will come in," he explains.

"And what is Phase 2?" Steve asks.

Your brother's eyes narrow. "You don't care. You're only here to kiss my sister."

Steve feigns a look of disgust. "Oh, dude, not at all, gross." He deliberately ignores your look of offence with amusement. "Nah, my dad never got me any, which sucked, Lego is the shit." Your brother stares wide-eyed at Steve. Your head snaps to stare wide-eyed at Steve. Steve stares wide-eyed into oblivion.

"You said a bad word!" Your brother points at him.

"It's not bad if it's used between the right people. That's adults, and cool people. And here?" He traces a circle connecting the three of you with his finger. "Nothin' but cool kids."

Your brother points at you. "You think she's cool?!"

"Hey, I buy you your Legos!" you frown.

In unison, both Steve and your brother groan, "Oh my god, it's Lego!" Steve points at you with his thumb and rolls his eyes, and your brother shakes his head.

"She has a point, though," Steve shrugs. "She deserves a little credit for that, right?"

"I guess," your brother shrugs. "So, Phase 2 is me building houses with interiors - that's the word for inside the building," he explains to Steve, who acts as though he's never heard the word before.

"That's so creative, dude," he grins. "Can't wait to see it all someday."

Your brother finally finishes eating and hops out of his chair. "Well, don't think you can still see it today," he states matter-of-factly. "But I'll let you know when Phase 1 is complete."

"Sure thing, little man. I look forward to it!" he calls after your brother as he runs up the stairs, before leaning in close to you and grinning. "What did I say?"

You lean back, "Don't think you can get so close, mister kissing-is-gross, Legos-are-cooler - I don't care that it's called just Lego!" you exclaim as Steve pulls a face at you, and he laughs.

"Nothing beats kissing the coolest kid at the table," Steve drawls, leaning in again to kiss you slowly.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #steve harrington x you #*myfics

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nikos-oneshots · 2 years

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hello!! im so happy you write for omori, im hyperfixating on it right now

would you consider writing basil with a friend reader (who he has a crush on lmao) who enjoys ambushing him with hugs? like he'll be sitting there and then he'll have arms just pull him back out of nowhere into a hug and they're giggling because they got him. also since babil is so short, tiny, small, chances are reader's looking down over his head to see him when they do this, which is Very Cute

thank you so much! remember to do hand stretches often!

Basil with an Affectionate Crush

Request Information

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,049

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: I know in some places, spring break is in April, but where I am, spring break is in March so it is in this One-shot! Also, Tysm for requesting! I will remember to do those stretches ^^ Also alive Mari because I said so :)

You had been friends with Basil almost as long as Aubrey had. Your parents and his were good friends in high school, but since his weren't around that often and yours lived in another city, you never really got to meet him.

It was only until you moved to Faraway. You weren't really affected since you were young, around 5 years old. But then again, you moved into a house across town so you didn't meet him until 2 years later.

His parents were back in town for a week so your parents decided to make you two meet each other and you instantly clicked. You two always wanted to hang out and play together. You two grew up together.

When he introduced you to his friend, Aubrey, you also clicked fairly fast, but not as fast as you did with Basil. You 3 became your own little trio, that's how it was until 3 years later when Aubrey met Sunny and that's how the whole group formed.

You were always physically affectionate, but when you were with Basil, it was a whole new kind of affection. You loved hugs from the people you cared about, so with the permission of Basil, your arms would always be around him.

You also liked to be affectionate with the others. Kel loved your hugs, Aubrey would always link arms with you, Hero and Mari loved to pat you on the head and well Sunny wasn't one for physical affection, he would occasionally let you get away with linking pinkies.

As you grew up, you began to draw closer and closer to Basil as he did with you. You found yourself getting butterflies in your stomach whenever Basil was near. You didn't know how to handle this, so you did what you normally did, but x10.

|| You walked back from Other-Mart with grocery bags in hand, heading back home after picking up some spices and oil for your father, along with some candy for yourself. You were about to walk across the street when you saw a familiar blonde sitting at the picnic table near the front of the park. You wanted to leave him be, if he was alone in the park, he must have wanted to be by himself, but you couldn't keep yourself from saying hi! You walked behind the trees, your footsteps weren't that loud. Basil's back was towards you, he was in his own world at the moment, clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. You looked at him for a while, trying to see if your gaze on his back would make him pop back into reality but it didn't. You thought he would look good with something on his back, that thing being you. You suddenly struck the poor boy out of nowhere "Surprise!" you said with a giant smile as your arms wrapped around his neck and you brought him into a hug. You felt him flinch and heard him scream quite loudly as he grasped your wrist, he looked up at you as he began to catch his breath. "(Y/n!) You scared the heck out of me!". You pulled away from him, you aren't sure if you hurt him but you hoped that you hadn't. You thought it would have been harmless, but considering Basil's reaction, it might not have. "Sorry! Sorry! Did I hurt you or anything? Made you uncomfortable?" you said as you took a seat across from him. "No! Don't worry please! It was a pleasant scare." ||

That was the moment where that would be a common occurrence. You were now sure he was okay with it.

On that day, Basil blushed more than he would have liked to admit. He's thankful that you didn't see it or else it would have been way too obvious about his crush.

He thought at first he just liked being surprisingly hugged, so he told Sunny about it, but Kel overheard and tried it, but didn't get the same results you would have.

That was one of the times that made him think: "Wow, I really like Y/n...". He was now convinced it wasn't a phase or just a one-off crush, he was actually interested in you.

He gets very nervous every time your near but tries to hide it. It doesn't work, you can still tell he is nervous, but you don't notice that you are the thing making him nervous because you have been friends for so long.

The biggest problem he has right now is you finding out he has a crush on you, he doesn't plan to confess, at least any time soon. He loves getting affection from you, but he's scared that's going to lead to you finding out.

|| It was a day that Hero and Mari were back from college for spring break and you all decided to hang out and go to a roller skating rink for Mari's late birthday. Everyone was just waiting on Y/n since they had to get something ready for Mari on short notice, so everyone was just waiting by their house. They haven't been waiting for long, but they could show up any minute. Basil and Sunny were talking, not super far away from the group, but far enough where they couldn't hear what they were saying. "I know I should, but I'm just so scared of rejection, it kind of hurts to think about... I know this sounds silly, but it just makes me shiver every time I think about it..." Basil said as he shook his head. Sunny put a hand on his back, trying to console his best friend, but then took it off and backed up from him. Basil looked at him with a confused expression. But then he felt warm arms around the top of his body with a loud "Surprise!" to go along with it. He felt his face start to heat up as he began to embarrassingly stutter and cover his face with his hands. "I got you good! Hehe!" Y/n giggled but didn't let him go. Basil looked up at the taller figure laughing and something made it seem like all of his anxiety had left him at that moment. He closed his eyes and smiled softly, "Yea. You did!" ||

Tysm for reading! I tried a new kind of style of writing with headcanons and one shot, so tell me what you think! I was trying to find a way to do this request justice and I thought this was the way to do it. I really like the result anyway. Also thank you so much for the love on the new profile picture! I really like how it turned out and I'm glad you all did too!

Lots Of Love

-Niko🥞

#omori x reader #omori headcanons #omori game #omori oneshot #omori basil #basil x reader #basil omori

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mattypattypinky · 2 months

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in response to the ask game below this post, for funzies

1. Matt - He/They

2. He is similar in personality and body language, but style is different because he is more of what I wish I could afford to look like than what I look like IRL.

3. Yeah, mostly full/done backstory as it's been working and changing over the years. Every now and then I workshop it to change a bit, but it stays roughly the same.

4. Gonna be honest, I first felt scared but intrigued by him. Then it went from there. He was sort of a forbidden friendship thing! Then it just kept evolving. 💕

5. Honestly both first and third person interchangeably.

6. MAJOR design changes, he originally was just me in a P@pyrus hoodie, but I changed him to be more pink. I kept the scarf/bandana thing though! It's a trademark /hj

7. In my lore he fell and was raised in the ruins w tori, so he has a tendency to share a lot of tori's mindsets when it comes to the king of monsters. - When he finally goes out of the ruins, he's treated like a legend, because he's the first human in years, it goes to his head - He's kind of self absorbed and thinks of himself incredibly highly because of it (ego is SKY ROCKETED.) - Despite being in the underground a majority of his life, and a majority of monsters having encountered him at least once, the king isn't aware of his presence. This is on the behalf the fact that Matt gave before he went to the CORE, as he didn't want to go to the surface anymore at this point. It's quite funny, because M3ttaton wasn't informed by the doctor that Matt had turned around to go back to snowd!n at this point, so there was probably a period where m3ttaton was standing in that room waiting for hours, confused why he wasn't in the fucking core yet, until he got the memo by alphy$. M3ttaton and Matt hate eachother actually but they pretend to be friends whenever they're around each other they r fake as fuck. Also, Matt always hides when the king comes to town, or leaves town in general. The king hardly checks the UNDER NET, so he misses the docs constant posts about him. If the king were to find out, he'd be heart broken that his people, and even the head of the royal guard, were keeping this human from him for a large time.

8. Not really..?? His soul is a fan-made SOUL, Dedication.

9. When he finally leaves the ruins after years of staying in it, up until around adulthood, he meets paps. He finds Paps the most amazing monster ever (well, second best to 🌻.) and takes up any hobbies that paps has that he can smack himself into. This goes for cooking with undyn3, and long walks w paps.

10. I have too many to count, but the one I'm talking about here is und3rtale. Most of my s/i's look the same.

11. A few, the main one I draw him in is a orange sweater w a hot pink scarf, blue pants and hot pink / or magenta boots. He mock up copies paps look w different colorschemes and a more chill and fuzzy vibe to it. Tho before he left the ruins, his wardrobe consisted of cute fuzzy pink sweaters and pajama pants, and stuff tori put him in.

12. sure

13. If I could afford I'd dress as him all the timeee.... 💔💔💔

14. Yes he does get jealous easy

15. Yes he does, so far in my universe canon he interacts w @fenny-self-ships 's self insert, who selfships w paps and mettat0n ^^ We hate each other in the lore but IRL we r dating.

#mattypattypinkyposts #ruins romance #ruinsromance #🌻💔

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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20 | A Hyde

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: hurt from a vision

19. Split Up? | 21. More Than...

News got out the the mayor passed away and we all went to the funeral. As the funeral ends someone catches Wednesday and mine eyes so she runs off to chase them making me groan following her. We end up catching up to the person and see it was a uncle Fester making us happy to see him.

"How long have you been stalking us?" I ask him was the three of us walk together.

"Just blew into town this morning and was hit by a wave of nostalgia." He tells us.

"I thought you didn't go to Nevermore." Wednesday looks at him.

"I didn't. Your dad got all the brains. But I used to drop in on him. Usually from the ceiling with a dagger clutched between my teeth. Just to keep him in his toes." He tells and we say of course. "He filled me in on what's been going on. Monsters, murder, mayhem. What fun! I told him I had a job in Boston, but I'd be checking up in your two."

"What kind of job?" Wednesday asks.

"The kind that means I need somewhere to lay low for a couple of days." He tells us so they both smile. Wednesday ends up talking him to the beekeeping shed.

"It belongs to a our friend." She tells him as we go in.

"You two actually made a friend. That poor kid will be going home in a body bag." He says and I see Wednesday look slightly sad. "I like a hideout that comes with snacks." He looks at the bees.

"Those bees are hibernating." I tell him.

"They're practically Eugene's children. That means do not eat them!" Wednesday tells him as he tries.

"You know when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother. Speaking of scary things, you know what kind of monster you're dealing with?" He asks.

"We haven't been able to identify it." I tell him so Wednesday shows him the drawing.

"Ooh. It's called a Hyde." He tell us.

"As in Jekyll and Hyde?" I ask and he nods his head making me think back to when I randomly felt two feeling from it. It was a person who was split. "Excuse me. I gotta go. See you later Uncle Fester." I leave going to Xavier art shed.

"Surprised to see you here." He says as I walk in.

"I'm kinda hoping to have a vision or something from your art of the monster." I walk around looking at the art work.

"About the painting"

I cut him off, "Xavier, it's fine. I just felt vulnerable because you've seen me with my walls down slightly when go out to draw." I tell him.

"How would you get a vision for my art work?" He goes back to why I was here.

"I don't know but I need something." I huff.

"Try the one that scratched me." He motions over to it.

"I'll give it a try." I walk over touching it and get a vision in Xavier's point of view working on the painting then it's claws come out scratching me.

"Val." Xavier holds me in his arms, "You stumbled back." He says as I stand up putting my hand on my neck then see blood. "How?" He moves my hair to look at my neck that had the scratches he had.

"I don't know. I was in you place in the vision." I sigh.

"You need to go clean it." He grabs my hand pulling me out leading me back to the school. He takes me to his room and I sit on his bed as he goes to the bathroom. I was in a little shock that I got hurt from a vision. Xavier comes back sitting next to me moving my hair out of his way as he cleans my neck. "Val, are you okay?" I hear him ask but don't answer as I stare into space. "Valentine." He tucks hair behind my ear.

"That's not normal... What's happening to me?" I turn my head to look at him concerned.

"I wish I knew..." He sighs placing his hand on my knee so I move it off me.

"Please don't." I tell him nicely.

"Sorry." He takes his hand back.

"At least I know you were telling the truth about what happened." I chuckle some.

"Thought you already did." He gives me a look.

"I did but now I really know." I make him chuckle. "I'm gonna go to my room. Thank you for helping me with my neck." I get up.

"Welcome."

"What happened to your neck?" Enid sees me enter the room.

"A vision." I keep it short.

"You got hurt from a vision? How?" She comes to sit next to me.

"I don't know how. I touched the painting that did the same to Xavier and it happened to me as well but in the vision since I was in his place." I lay down.

"Maybe you should call your mom and ask what does it mean." She lays down next to me.

"She'll get worried and think it's not safe here and take me to get looked at by family members." I look at the ceiling.

"It's a fair response." She does the same as me.

"The monster's a Hyde. Like Jekyll and Hyde... Which makes sense when I felt two feeling from it when I first saw it. I explained to Tyler I felt anger and fear from it like it was two different people. The normal part that I kinda saw and heard that was forced into becoming this... they're scared of them self."

"What do you want with me now?" I ask Wednesday meeting her out by the statue to the Nightshades.

"We're getting a diary to learn more about the Hyde." She snaps for us to go in. "Uncle Fester?" Wednesday calls out.

"Who's Uncle Fester?" Xavier walks into view.

"What are you doing here?" She asks him.

"Since I'm an actual Nightshade, I don't have to explain myself. What's your excuse for creeping around in the middle of the night?" He asks her putting a book away.

"Research." I tell him.

"On the monster? I'll save you two some time. There's nothing in here matching that thing." He walks over to us.

"Isn't that convenient." Wednesday tells him turning to walk away.

"You know what your problem is?" He makes her stop.

"I would love to hear your piercing insight." She tells him.

"You don't know who your real friends are. I've been on your side since day one. I've literally saved your life. I believed your theories when nobody else did. And what do I get in return? Just nothing but suspicion and lies." He tells her.

"Technically that isn't true." I cut in before Wednesday could say something.

"What?" Xavier cocks his head.

"You didn't believe us at first about witnessing Rowan's murder. You didn't believe the monster was real or human when the rain washed the footprints away. So don't lie saying you did when nobody else did." I wanted to be straight with him.

"You want honesty? Here it is. Every time the monster's attacked, you've been right there. Starting with Rowan at the Harvest Festival. Then on Outreach Day, you arrived just minutes after the monster disappeared, yet you say you didn't see it." She tells him with a death glare.

"I didn't realize proximity was a crime." He walks past us to leave.

"Then there's your drawing obsession. You have drawn the monster dozens of times, yet you've never seen it. Or so you claim. You drew where it lived. Then when Eugene went to investigate, you tried to kill him so he wouldn't spill your secrets." She tells him and I just look at her.

"You think I would hurt Eugene?" He walks towards her.

"Let's not your oh-so-convenient appearance after Tyler has been attacked at the Gates mansion. And I know a perfectly good reason why you would try to get him out of the picture." She glances at me.

"If I am the monster, the why haven't I killed you or Val yet?" He stops in front of her.

"Because you wouldn't dare kill someone's sister you like because she would be devastated." She glares at him.

"Wednesday, that's a bit much with no sold evidence. And I had a vision of him getting scratched by the art work. It happened to me in the vision." I show her my neck.

"He could have done that on purpose just to make it seem like he was innocent." She gives him a death glare so he scoffs leaving us. "How long have you been lurking?" Wednesday turns to Uncle Fester.

"Long enough to feel tension between Val and him just by their looks. Seriously, you could cut it with an executioner's axe." He tells us.

"No, I don't like him like that anymore. He's just a friend." I leave not wanting to be with them. "Xavier!" I chase after him.

"What?" He turns to face me in the main hall.

"I know it's not you and I'm sorry I can't change her mind about you. She's very stubborn." I catch up to him.

"Did you even for a tiny second think I could be the monster? Be serious with me, please." He begs me.

"Just when you showed up when I found Tyler hurt. Only because you it was very random for you to be there. That's the only time ever." I tell him truthfully.

"I went there looking for you. That night I went to your room and Yoko said you were with Wednesday and Enid. I went to their room knocking on the window thinking I had a better chance at getting you to not run from me. I went in and just saw Thing. I thought where could they be and remembered about Wednesday wanting to know about the Gate's gate."

"See, I believe that but then it was just for a second. I was just worried and scared that night so you didn't help showing up." I explain to him.

"I would never try to hurt you, Wednesday or Enid. Hell, I wouldn't even hurt Tyler because you care about him as well. And if I hurt someone you care about them I'm hurting you as well." He steps closer to me, "You mean to much to me to do that." He leans down so I put my hand on his chest to stop him.

"Xavier, I'm sorry." He stops looking hurt.

#wednsday addams #wednesday #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope #tyler galpin #tyler galpin fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #tyler galpin imagine #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #yoko tanaka #eugene ottinger #divina wednesday #kent wednesday #tyler galpin x oc addams #tyler galpin x oc

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yunshoto · 2 years

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until we meet again

word count: 1.5k

genre: fluff, angst

yunho x reader

summary: "because you're the most beautiful flower here, i want to cherish you more. "

he's there, standing tall under a street lamp with his sheepish smile, watching you walk across the street. he had known you since last year's summer break as someone who frequently visits the park every thursday at 4 pm.

summer break

it's thursday, 3:50 pm, and it's summer break. yunho, a college student, aggressively tosses himself to the couch. he looked at his cracked screen phone, and he noticed how time had passed. he had been working on his music project with hongjoong since the beginning of the semester.

"i guess i need some time to replenish my energy to make my brain work, " he mumbled whilst grabbing his car key and wallet.

he walked downstairs and decided to stroll around the town. he thought hard about his music during his drive. after minutes had passed, he stopped at a coffee vendor near some park.

he took a sip of his coffee in his hand and sat by the bench. you were drawing a dress in your sketchbook. you worked at a boutique in town. you're so into your sketch as you didn't notice yunho, who occupied the seat next to you.

"nice dress, is it for you? " he asked.

you snapped from your sketchbook and coyly looked into his eyes.

"i mean your drawing, not that your dress is ugly, it's pretty too, " he said. he smiled at you sheepishly.

"oh, thank you, young man, " you smiled at him. "i drew them, " you claimed. "really? it's great. do you like to draw? " he asked.

"i do, and i'm happy when I'm doing it, " you said while playing with your pencil. "what about you? do you have something that you like, too? " you shyly asked him.

"i have something I love too, " he said. "i like to make music, and basically songs, " he answered. "for a fact, i'm majoring in practical music, " he said gleefully.

you took a glance at his eyes. it held a kind-puppy smile in it. it's beautiful like you've never seen before. he stared down at you and smiled.

"do you want to grab something for-, " he got cut off because of your chimed phone.

"sorry, i need to be home now. maybe next time i'll treat you a lunch? if we ever meet again, of course, " you said while looking at your phone as you gave him a smile.

"sure, maybe tomorrow? can i-, "

"great, i'll see you soon, " you packed your stuff and walked away to grab a taxi.

a sad smile crossed yunho's face.

"hey, what you're doing here? " a voice spoke to him. "oh, it's you. what brings you here? " yunho asked.

he scoffed, "homework? what else do you expect? " he asked.

"i haven't finished my call, but since you're here, let's work this shit together, " yunho said.

he looked at yunho with a frown. "okay, please, hongjoong, " yunho answered.

hongjoong and yunho were putting all-nighters for their homework 'til dawn. they're pretty much tired. hongjoong woke up first at 10 am. based on his own experience, he wouldn't dare to wake his friend up. yunho would be angry if someone woke him up so early. yunho only woke up due to the hunger in his stomach.

"so, who's the girl? " hongjoong asked.

"what girl? " yunho laugh half-heartedly.

"let me guess. you didn't get her number, too? " hongjoong replied.

"shut up, fucker, " yunho stretched his back.

"you're the one who didn't have any balls to ask her first, dumbass, " hongjoong laugh sheepishly.

they took yunho's car and went to the nearest cafe for brunch. yunho was lazy enough to cook for two. he hadn't bought any food supplies either. "one croissant and iced chocolate chip frappe, please, "

yunho stared at the cashier while he held the door for hongjoong as his body startled. hongjoong, who noticed it, glanced back at the cashier too. he saw you. you were picking up your order, and as soon as you turned your body around, you saw him. you smiled at him timidly.

"hi, come here, " you invite them to your seat.

"good morning, beautiful, " yunho said coyly. your cheeks blushed the reddest shade of red.

"i didn't get a chance to introduce myself yesterday. hi, i'm (y/n), " you said.

"hi, (y/n), i'm yunho. this is my friend, hongjoong, " yunho answered.

"well, yunho and hongjoong, do you want anything to order? it's my treat, " you offered with a faint smile on your face.

and that's how the whole summer break went by. yunho had developed his feelings towards you. and he's certain that you have feelings for him too. especially during the fireworks festival, when your hand and his brushed. it would be a lie if you didn't have your stomach swooped every now and then.

how he hugged you one night when you were crying in the park alone. or the time he bought you a bucket of ice cream just to make you smile when someone stole your design. it would be a lie if you didn't fall for him, right?

it would be a lie if you didn't blushed your cheeks when he pecked your forehead.

well, here we are.

yunho's lingering eyes into your figure at the park. you were early and alone at the park again. "hi, can i take this seat? " you gasped. you met his eyes with your gazed. you smiled at him as he brought you a bouquet of flowers.

"it's beautiful, isn't it? " he chirped with his puppy-like eyes visible to you.

"yes, it's beautiful. thank you, yunho, " you said.

"you're welcome, " he strokes your cheek.

"so, what's the occasion for this? " you asked bubbly.

"nothing, i just want to show you beautiful things, " he replied.

"yunho, do you want to know something? " you asked. "sure. what is it all about?" he tilted his head at you.

"you know, right? that we can't ever be together, " you speak softly. his eyes held so much confusion.

"did you almost forget?" you asked.

"no, (y/n). we're not going to talk about this, " he replied.

"you know, during my last time, i heard your confession, " you said.

"you confessed to me, " you look down at your feet and rock them back and forth.

"and i think i know why you keep seeing me after a year it passed, " he looked at you with a painful smile.

"it's because i haven't given you my reply, right? " you asked.

"my answer is no, " you said with a stern look in your eyes. "i want you to be happy, find someone else other than me, " you proceed. "look at this beautiful park filled with beautiful flowers. you will find one that you cherish the most sooner or later, " you claimed.

"it's not that i don't want you when i desperately want you, " your tears threatening to leave your eyes. "but we're-, " he cuts you off.

"stop it, " he said. his hands are trembling. iI'm okay with us being like this. i'm happy with this, " he bites his lower lip. "don't you understand? because you're the most beautiful flower here, i want to cherish you more. because we both know, the only time i could meet you is here, " he couldn't handle the tears and cry.

"it has been a year since you confessed, and in that time, i believed in what we call true love, " you looked up at him. your eyes filled with faint woes. your hands slowly cupped his cheeks and caressed them with your thumb.

"i'm grateful we met. i'm happy when i'm with you, " you said. you take a deep breath and smile at him. "i won't leave you, but we can't see each other again, " you daintily said. "we're two worlds apart, "

yunho bit his lower lip, teary-eyed, and couldn't help himself to hug you. "yunho, it's okay. please be happy with your life. do everything that makes you happy. you deserve it, "

"what's the point of being happy? i'm all alone here, " he said. you brushed his hair and said, "you're not alone, yunho. i'll be there for you, "

"please, (y/n), even if my body can't reach out to you, please stay with me until the day we'll meet again, " he said. "yunho, you have my heart with you, "

"come on now, stop your cries, " you said. "go get ready for your graduation. be happy. don't worry about me because i'm going to be here, always, " you said softly.

he was getting ready for his graduation. "this marked a year after the traffic accident that killed 12 people, " the news anchor said. yunho turned the tv off. He went to his campus for his graduation ceremony.

"(y/n), i have graduated. wait for me, okay? let's be happy in our own world. until we meet again, (y/n), " yunho put down a bouquet of flowers and caressed your stone name.

wind whiffles through his ears, and it sounds like you were saying, "i love you, always, " to him as words of comfort, which he replied with, "i love you, eternally, "

#ateez #ateez yunho #ateez hongjoong #ateez fics #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez one shot #ateez fluff #ateez angst #yunho x reader #yunho angst #yunho fluff

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violetsareblue-selfships · 10 months

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Twins?

Ship: Raiden Ei x April [Background EiMiko x April] | Word Count: 1473 | Warnings/Tags: First Person POV, food mention, very mild jealousy (like hinted at mostly)

A/N: happy birthday, ei~ -- so it's interesting that she was like alluding to makoto in her birthday letter when I already planned on posting this today hehe <3 I hope you enjoy it~

Hearing that I've been summoned to Tenshukaku would ordinarily be a cause for concern. Why would the Raiden Shogun call for someone personally if they weren't in trouble or needed for something?

But after our last date together, both Yae and Raiden have expressed a desire to have one-on-one dates with me. I get it. They likely want to see if I act different or show a different side of myself to them alone.

If we're going to keep dating, it was bound to happen eventually.

Yae hasn't yet found me for a date, but it seems that Raiden's found enough free time to call me to her.

So, instead of panicking and rushing there like the same announcement would have caused me to weeks ago, I smile and thank the soldiers and ask for a moment to get ready. They relax a little at the fact I didn't try to send them away (apparently Raiden had requested they accompany me there so I didn't get stopped at the gates).

I dress up a tiny bit, switching out my plain shirt for a pretty blouse and deciding that the skirt I'm wearing is pretty enough. I grab a light jacket in case the wind picks up as well as my keys and everything else I usually leave the house with.

"Hmm…" It feels a bit odd to be going to Tenshukaku without anything to give to Raiden. I hear it's considered good etiquette to bring her something, and while this may not be usual circumstances, it likely would still be a good idea…

I scan the room for literally anything, my eyes brightening when I spot the tray of brownies I had made earlier. I pack a few of them up, enough that she could give some to Yae if she so desires, and I finally leave my house.

"Are you ready to go?" One of the soldiers asks and I nod. They accompany me the entire walk, which feels a little weird.

Everyone in town is staring at me. No doubt they think I've done something wrong to be accompanied by the Shogunate soldiers like this, but I wonder if my calmness is confusing them. Normally a person would look anxious, not like they're headed to afternoon tea.

Once we set foot into Tenshukaku, there's another person waiting to accompany me to the room Raiden's in. I thank them and follow behind them, surprised to hear two voices coming from the room as we draw close, both voices sounding similar.

My questions are both answered and doubled when I'm allowed to enter the room. Is this some kind of trick of my imagination? There are two of them sitting in front of me.

It's a little odd the way their expressions both soften, though in slightly different ways. I feel a sense of familiarity with one more than the other, even though they're identical, I can still tell somehow. The one on the right is the Raiden I've been going out with along with Yae. The one on the left… I don't know what to make of her.

"Hmm, I suppose this was a confusing way to do this." My Raiden says, her expression turning apologetic. "I should have considered how odd it would be for you."

"So you're twins?" I ask quietly, looking between the two.

"In a way." My Raiden holds her hand out to me and I step forward to take it, allowing her to pull me to sit beside her. "April, meet my sister, Makoto."

Makoto smiles at me. "Sorry to have confused you. It is lovely to meet the girl Ei's talking so sweetly about."

"It's nice to meet you too." I say softly. She's nice, really sweet actually. Not that Ei isn't, Ei just has a more stoic side to her at times.

"What is it you have there?" She asks and I blink. I'd nearly forgotten the brownies in my hands. If I had known about Makoto, I would have packed more…

I pass the package over to Raiden (is it too early for me to call her Ei?) and she opens them up, gasping softly at the sight of the brownies. It makes Makoto smile and she giggles at my confusion. "Didn't you know? My sister has a weak spot for desserts."

"Ah, I didn't. I made some this morning and figured it'd be a good enough thing to bring… Besides, I thought this was going to be…" I trail off and Raiden looks at me.

"It is what you're thinking. I merely wanted to introduce you to Makoto. You'd need to meet her eventually given that you might run into her out on the streets of Inazuma City." Raiden explains and I nod. I could see why she'd need to explain.

"How is it I never knew there were two of you?" I ask quietly. It would be major news to have twin archons or is only one of them the archon? I don't know the specifics here…

"We rule jointly. You would have never needed to know if not for the way you're growing close to Miko and I." Raiden says and I hum.

Makoto smiles a little. "We're both good at different things so we each handle what our strengths are. Which is why you would see me in Inazuma City. I tend to be the one interacting most directly with our people."

"Okay. If no one knows that you're twins, then in public, should I treat you both the same?" I ask, more referring to the way I'm dating Raiden than anything.

"Mm. Most likely, yes. Hand-holding and hugs would be fine." Raiden says, her eyes flashing a little. "However, I'd prefer to keep anything else to just us."

Makoto laughs. "Calm down, sister. I think she meant the first two. It would be confusing for the people for her to not be close to us on certain days."

"True." Raiden says with a sigh. "I'm sorry… I don't know what came over me."

"Yes, you do!" Makoto teases. "You were the same way with Miko when you introduced her to me."

Raiden huffs and Makoto laughs, leaning over and patting her shoulder softly. "I think I'll take my leave now. Have fun, you two." With that, she carefully rises to her feet and leaves the room.

"Again, I apologize. I didn't mean to sound so possessive of you." Raiden says once we're alone. I giggle and lean up against her a little shyly.

"It's alright. But, if I may ask, why did your mind jump to kisses? We haven't yet…" I trail off and her cheeks go pink.

"I… I might have been considering it. I still need to talk it over with Miko, so I'm afraid it won't happen today, but it's still been on my mind." Raiden says and my heart skips a beat, leaving me feeling a little shaky.

"If it makes you feel better, I've been thinking about it too." I say and her next breath is shaky. "Why don't you have one of the brownies?" I ask with a grin. "You should have told me you liked sweets! I'd be bringing them to our dates more often."

Her eyes widen and start to sparkle a little and I giggle. Uh-oh. Have I created a monster in saying that? "You're too sweet." She murmurs, carefully picking up one of the brownies and taking a bite. Her eyes flutter a little as a grin spreads across her face. "This is exquisite. You never told me you could bake."

I laugh softly. "Uhh, I'm pretty sure I did. Back when we met. I think Yae immediately tried to distract you from it though." I say and she hums.

"You're right. Well, I wouldn't mind if you baked more for me in the future."

"I can do that." I say with a grin. "Though, Raiden…"

"Ei. I think we've been dating long enough that you're allowed that privilege by now."

A small smile spreads across my face, "Then, Ei, you'll have to give me a list of your favorite desserts so I know which would be best to bring you."

She laughs softly. "That won't be necessary. Anything sweet is to my tastes. Honestly, I don't know if I have a favorite." She says and I giggle softly.

"Noted."

"So, since this is a date, what do you say to a walk around the gardens after I finish this?" She asks, gesturing with the brownie.

"That sounds perfect." I say and she smiles at me, wrapping her free arm around me and tugging me a little closer.

"Good."

I lean against her while she eats the brownie, looking forward to spending the next few hours with her. It's going to be so fun getting to be alone with her.

#self shipping #self ship #self ship fic #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self insert #canon x si #canon x self insert #self insert x canon #an everlasting love 💖🍰#our love shines eternal 💞🌸#my writing

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