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An Unexpected Match IX

Pt. 1 Pt.10

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

18+ Warning

Summary: Drama goes down at the holiday party😭😱… and did Miguel keep a secret from you?

Will you be able to enjoy your Christmas and New Years in peace?

Happy New Years Everyone!

Sorry this chapter took longer to get out. It’s my largest chapter yet. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 10k

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"Gabi, this is your mother."

Gabi looked at Sofia before looking back up to Miguel as she shook her head. "No, that's not my mama." Gabi glanced up to you, something you noticed everyone in the close vicinity saw, including your parents.

"No Gabi. I'm your real mom. Not her." Sofia put on a fake smile.

Hearing the tense conversation from the kitchen Stephanie came over as she stood next to you, giving Sofia the, 'make one wrong move and I'll fight you bitch,' gaze.

"Hey Gabi, how about you go with Aunt Steph to the kitchen."

"But I want to stay with you and Papa." Gabi looked up at you with sad eyes breaking your heart.

"Mija, remember the conversation we had earlier in the living room?" Said Miguel followed by a slow nod of Gabi's head. "That conversation is going to happen now. So it can only be grownups at the moment." He added.

"We can decorate cookies in the kitchen Gabi." Said Stephanie as Gabi slowly walked over to her before taking her hand. Stephanie looked at you giving you a small hopeful smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

"I'm guessing you need to tell us something?" Said your father as he crossed his arms looking between you, Miguel and Sofia.

Sofia smirked, "wow, your parents don't know that their daughter has been fucking a man almost two decades older than her for the last few months." She chuckled, knowing full well that she just told your biggest secret the most horrible way possible.

"Sofia." Miguel snapped at her warning her to stop. But it was too late. You looked to your shocked and upset parents before scanning around the nearby people who heard the conversation.

"This was not how you were supposed to find out." You tell them.

"Backyard now." Your Father said. Your eyes widen, shocked from his angry tone. You had never heard you father speak to you like that. Not once.

"You. We're not finish yet." Miguel said to Sofia. You'd never seen Miguel give such a muderous glare to someone before, but that plus his cold tone sent a chill up your spine.

"Wasn't planning on leaving any time soon."

"And if I find out you were near our daughter while we're outside. There will be hell to pay." Miguel pointed at you when he said 'our daughter,' which made your heart melt before coming back into reality from the glare Sofia sends you from Miguel's words and you winced when you heard your mother gasp.

All four of you walked out to the backyard, farthest from the house so people can't hear.

Your parents looked at Miguel before looking back at you both upset. The awkward silence continued until your father spoke up: " you care to explain what's happening between you two?"

Miguel looked to you, noticing your panicked stars making you have a hard time to speak.

"I'm in love with your daughter and we've been together for almost five months."

"Y/n, you can't possibly be in love with a man you met only 6 months ago! How did this thing even start?! Was Tyler right? Did you cheat on him with Miguel?" Your mother said going into a rant.

"First off, I do love him, way more than I ever felt for Tyler. And I can't believe you would think I would cheat on that bastard when he cheated on me. Like I told you earlier, my relationship started after I caught Tyler cheating on me."

"Hold on." Your father said as he began to grow more upset. "The morning I came to your house and asked you where my daughter is, she was with you wasn't she? And you lied to my face when my wife and I were worried sick where she was! She's only 21 Miguel. She's too young for you."

"I'm a grown woman and responsible adult. I'll be with whoever I want to be with." You argued.

"Sam, Sarah. She's been well taken care of these past few months." Added Miguel.

"You live with each other?! Y/n when I asked you where you were living you said with Stephanie."

"I did live with Stephanie. For the first month right after I moved out of the apartment I shared with Tyler."

"So, how did this even hap-" asked your farther before being cut off by your mother, "when did you both actually meet?"

Your eyes widen, as your heart began to beat faster. Your gaze turns to Miguel before looking back at your parents pissed expressions. You knew the next few words were going to make everything way worse.

"We did only meet six months ago. But, the first time we did met was in Miami."

"You mean two years ago in Miami? When you were only 19?!"

"You had sex with my daughter when she was 19?!" Your father grew more livid, as he was about to come after Miguel. Of course Miguel would easily be able to hold his own, however you wouldn't see it happen as you step in front of your father.

"Get out of the way y/n." Your father warned you. When you didn't move a second later he grabbed you harshly by the wrist, making you wince as he nails cut into you as he pulled you away.

On instinct Miguel pushed Sam back as he grabs you by the waist and back to him. He quickly checked your wrist, anger rising on his face when he saw the already forming bruises.

"Dont you dare harm her again. We're leaving." Miguel was about to lead you back inside the house when your mother gently grabbed your non-brushed arm and said with a serious gaze,

"We'll stop paying for school. We won't pay for graduate school either, if you continue this." Said your mother, concerned etched on her face. Your eyes widen, anger coursing through your body.

"You're going to make me chose between my education and the man I love? Please don't make me do that. You know what I'm going to chose." You give Miguel's hand a squeeze knowing it would always be you and Gabi first.

"I'll pay for the rest of her education." Miguel joined in.

"That's insane. Her senior year alone will cost almost 50k for one semester. Plus forget about us helping you with your student loan debt. And that's way more than just 50k and that's just undergrad." Argued your mother, trying to scare him away.

"I can easily afford it. Money doesn't scare me away." Miguel shot back, knowing full well the intention behind her words. You looked to Miguel with a confused look before looking to your father who says, "she's too young to handle a world like that."

"Too young to handle what world? Miguel what's he talking about?"

"Mi amor, I was going to tell you soon."

"Wow, little miss perfect really is clueless." Sofia chuckled as she walked into the backyard.

"Sofia, get out. None of this concerns you." Miguel said before you stepped away from him, walking closer to her.

"Hold on, what am I so clueless about little miss bitch?" You bite back.

"I'll give you that sweetie, just because I'm such a nice person. It's kind of funny how you never thought of looking up your boyfriend. But like come on, who doesn't know about Nueva York's most successful, self-made billionaire Miguel O'Hara. And one of Nueva York's top socialite bachelors." Sofia tried to stifle her laughter when she saw your shocked expression.

Your eyes widen, a hurt expression crossed your eyes as you looked at Miguel who looked back at you with a sad and apologetic look before his gaze returned to a vicious glare back at Sofia.

"How did you even find where I lived, Sofia?"

" I found you from a tabloid Magazine of Mr. Richie rich picking up his doting girlfriend at her college. You can't possibly not have known about his wealth. You must be a really good gold digger to fool him." Sofia's words turned back to you.

"I-" You were having trouble finding words to argue back. Luckily Miguel stepped in to save you.

"You must have been oblivious not that long ago, Sofia. Because I remember our shitty relationship ending because I was too poor. And I bet the reason your back isn't for Gabi but because you also found out I have money."

"How dare you think I'm not here to see Abby."

"It's Gabi." You glare at her with a look of disgust that she couldn't remember her own daughter's name.

"Right. Well I'm not leaving anytime soon. I want time with my daughter."

"Over my dead body. You gave up all your custody rights when you abandoned her at my apartment when she was only a day old!" Miguel's voice grew slightly louder, growing more angry by the thought of Gabi being taken away from her family. You put your hand in Miguel's, your thumb gently caressing his knuckles to help calm him down.

"Maybe we should leave." You say to him, which he looked to you, gaze becoming soft as he nodded, still trying to calm down.

You both walk back into the house ignoring your parents yelling at you from the background, ignoring all the stares, and comments. You head to the kitchen as you see Gabi with Stephanie and Jack decorating cookies.

"Hey, thank you for watching her. We decided we're going to leave. I'll see you in a few days." You give Stephanie a small smile as you wipe Gabi's face off from the green frosting with a wet napkin before you pick her up in your arms. You hear your parents back inside as they call out for you, still upset. But you ignore them as you and Miguel leave.

You head to Miguel's car where everything for Christmas and staying in the city was packed. You buckle Gabi in her car seat, placing a kiss to the top of your head a smile escapes your lips as you see her yawn before you get in on the passenger side.

The entire ride to the city was in silence. You were slightly upset at Miguel for lying to you, maybe more upset since you were heartbroken by your parent's heartless reaction about your relationship with Miguel.

Miguel entered a large driveway to a luxurious apartment complex, where a man in doorman uniform came to the window with a welcoming smile. "Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Would you like the car parked?"

"Yes, thank you. Also could you have the things in the trunk sent up to my apartment?"

"Of course, sir."

You and Miguel got out of the car, you grabbed your purse as Miguel carried a now sleeping Gabi in his arms. He handed the young man a $100 tip before he guided you inside the modern apartment complex. Walking inside you were greeted by someone friendly at the front desk.

"Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Welcome back." To which Miguel nodded and smiled to the person in response.

When you entered the elevator Miguel pressed a fob key to a scanner, before the elevator began to move up. You noticed there were no buttons for levels, which you thought was interesting. Your gaze met his, as you saw that he wanted to say something but decided against it.

After a few minutes the elevator stopped and opened up to a vast and nice entry way. When you stepped outside and turned the corner your eyes widen by the massive penthouse. Your gaze quickly switched from the nice interior decoration to the gorgeous night skyline of Nueva York. Maybe if your heart didn't ache you would have enjoyed seeing this view for the first time.

"Cariño, I put Gabi in her bedroom. I know there's a lot we need to talk about. But first I want to say I'm so sorry that I didn't say anything about who I was I-" you turned to face him with a small smile as you interrupted him.

"Miguel, you don't need to give me an excuse. It's your money. Maybe I was a bit naive, as you do have two properties plus you bought one upstate. But I just thought you did really well at your job at Alchemax. Did I expect you to be a billionaire? No. But that doesn't change anything between us. I guess what maybe it hurt a bit. The reason why you didn't mention it was maybe you didn't fully trust me yet. Like maybe what Sofia said about me being a gold digger, maybe you were waiting to see if I was one or not. Or maybe that's just my insecurities consuming my mind. And I'm not even upset. I'm more upset at myself that for even a minute that I was upset at you for it. But I'm not. I just think with my parents reaction and Gabi's mom coming to the party unexpectedly I just didn't know where to put my emotions and I'm sorry."

You look up at him with tears in your eyes, trying to hold them in. But a second later you couldn't hold them much longer as they poured down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you  against him into a hug, as he brushed the hair out of your face as well as wiping away your tears.

"I hate to see you this way, mi amor. It breaks my heart when you're hurting like this. You don't need to apologize, at all." He lifted your chin lovingly as he added, "I have always trusted you. Since day one I have always thought of you as a kind and loving person. Even with the slight knowledge that I do well, I never thought of you as a gold digger. That's just Sofia, trying to get into your head. She is a gold digger not you. Also, you are Gabi's mom not Sofia. I might have said that at the moment, cause I just was in shock at the party. At the moment the words to explain how she biologically is her mother was not coming to my mind. You are Gabi's mom. Gabi see's you as her mom and I see you as her mom, as well as the love of my life. And I think we should explain it to her tomorrow morning. And I'm sorry that your parents reacted like that. I knew that they might have been a bit upset, but I didn't think they would act so cruel. But they aren't your only family. Gabi and I are your family just as much as they are. And as your family and your boyfriend I will pay for the rest of your education."

"Miguel... no. I can figure it out on my own. It's my responsibility. And I will find a better part time job to help pay for the rest of college and I will set up a payment plan with my loans. Most people do this."

"Cariño, I can't just stand to the side and let you struggle with debt. Please let me help you." You get out of his embrace, looking up at him slightly annoyed that he won't take no for an answer.

"Are we really going to get in an argument over this?"

"We won't because I'll pay for it."

"Miguel, please just let this one go. Please." You look up at him with pleading eyes, to which he let out a sigh, deciding to let it go for now. He pulled you into another embrace leaning in to place a kiss to your lips which you happily returned. After the kiss you stay in each other's arms, trying to forget all of the stress and worries from tonight.

"Mama, Papa."

You and Miguel turned to see Gabi from the hallway in her Pjs and holding her favorite stuffed Bunny in her arms.

"Oh Baby bug, what are you doing up so late? We thought you were asleep." You say and you and Miguel walk over to her as he picks her up in his arms. You brush some of the curls out of her face and behind her ear.

"I couldn't go back to sleep. And I heard you crying mama and I wanted to give you a hug to make you feel better." Said Gabi as she pouted, not liking the thought that you were sad. You took Gabi into your arms as you gave her a big hug and a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry if I woke you. I'm alright though, but thank you for your hug. It helped a lot." You smiled which made Gabi's pout turn into a grin as she wrapped her arms around your neck, "I love you mama."

"I love you too my baby bug. Now let's get you back to bed."

"Wait, who was that lady at the party? Papa said she was my mama, but you are my mama." You and Miguel look at each other before you both sit on the sofa in the living room. Miguel picked up Gabi and sat her on his lap as you sat right next to him, putting her feet on your lap.

"I'm sorry if I confused you earlier, princesa."

"I asked Auntie Stephanie and Uncle Jackie, but they wouldn't tell me anything. They just kept on giving me cookies to decorate." Gabi pouted slightly. You internally chuckled when you heard Gabi call your brother Uncle Jackie. You were never going to stop teasing him about that.

"Well I'm glad they didn't tell you because it's better that Mama and I explain it to you." Said Miguel as you noticed he try to stifle a laugh from the silly nickname she gave your older brother. Miguel looked back at you, worry in his eyes. You smiled softly and brushed some of his dark curls that have fallen out of place behind his ear. Even though Miguel has been in the parenting game a lot longer than you, you could see that he was still learning too. He smiled at you before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

" Sometimes not all Mama's and Papa's are biologically related to their children. But that doesn't mean they aren't your Mamas and Papas. The woman you met today, she isn't your Mama. I'm sorry that I confused you earlier. Papa wasn't thinking properly. Y/n is your Mama, but the woman you met today, Sofia, she carried and gave birth to you."

"Are you bio-logitally to me Papa?" You and Miguel lightly chuckled as Gabi tried to pronounce such a big word for her age.

"Yes, I am."

"How did you help that lady bring me to life?" Both your and Miguel's eyes widen from her question as your cheeks tinted pink and Miguel coughed from the sudden question.

"That's a question that will be answered when you're old enough to understand." You chuckle as you pick Gabi up and hold her in your arms. "But even though I didn't give birth to you. You'll always be my daughter and my baby bug. And I will always love you."

"I love you too Mama." Gabi wrapped her tiny arms around your neck again giving you another hug.

"Now let's get you to bed."

All exhausted from the hectic events taking place both you and Miguel got undressed and under the covers, falling asleep right away in each others arms.

The next morning you woke up to the beautiful city view skyline, bringing a warm smile to your face happy to finally enjoy the beautiful scenery before you. You sit up to look for your phone, but notice it was on Miguel's side table charging. Another smile came to your face, as you loved how thoughtful Miguel was to you. Knowing that the sun was up, you knew he would be up any minute so to get your phone you decided to straddle him before leaning over to grab your phone.

You turned it back on a frown forming on your lips as you saw the hundreds of texts and miscalls from your parents and siblings. You scrolled through some of them, and rolled your eyes seeing the repetitive cruel things your parents said yesterday now on text. The messages from your brothers were nicer, just trying to be the bridge between the two disputing sides.

Large hands made their way to your waist, as his thumb gently rubbed circles to your sides. You places the phone to the side as your frown is replaced by a warm smile as you looked down at your half-awake boyfriend.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, cariño. Though I'm really enjoying waking up to you straddling me, I didn't think I would see you frowning first thing when I see your beautiful face. What's wrong?"

You leaned down and gave him a good morning kiss, to which Miguel took the advantage of wrapping his arms around you and bringing you down on to his chest, which made you laugh in surprise between his loving kisses. Placing one more kiss to his lips you place your face in the crook of his neck, enjoying the mixture of his shampoo and cologne blending into a welcoming scent of citrus, bamboo, amber, patchouli and musk. With his alluring smell, the gently combing his fingers through your hair, and the rhythm of his beating heart made you almost fall back asleep.

"I checked my phone, thank you for charging it for me. But I saw what feels like a hundred texts and miss calls from my parents. And it's all the same horrible stuff they were saying last night."

"I'm sorry you had to see that. Obviously they'll be calling us both today. I just say we ignore it for now and enjoy the our time in the city." Miguel said after checking his phone to see just as many texts and miss calls from your parents.

"I think that's a good idea. Oh, forgot to say. Merry Christmas Eve." You kiss up his neck to his chin before reaching his plush lips.

"Merry Christmas Eve, mi amor."

After a few more sweet kisses you decided to unstraddle his lap, to Miguel disappointment. But you tease of a person, whispered in his ear, "I'm hoping Santa Claus visits me tonight. But I think I'm on the naughty list." You gently kiss the side of his neck before getting up from the bed and leaving a blushing Miguel as you quickly put on a pair of his sweat pants and one of your bras and tank tops before going to the elevator where all your things from the car were neatly placed by the doorman.

You grabbed the bags of all the gifts you had bought and bring them back to the bedroom. When you entered, Miguel was sitting up in bed looking at his phone, obviously irritated.

You set the bags down, except for one semi-large box. You get back on the bed as you straddle his legs and place the box on his lap.  "Maybe this will let that iconic O'Hara smile show. Is everything ok though?"

Miguel placed the phone on the bed next to him, surprised to see the box on his lap as his smile reappeared.

"I guess out of spite, your mother gave Sofia my new phone number. And now she won't stop texting me. She's being 'nice.'" Miguel air quotes the word nice before he handed you over his phone so you could see. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw the sickly sweet messages from her. However, you smiled when you saw the text he sent her back, obviously irritated and asking her not to text him again.

"Enough about the pains in our side. I got you something. Ok, maybe it's for us. But you don't get to see the other part until tonight." You wink at him, which earned a smirk on his lips as he opens the box. His brows furrowed with a smile on his face as he lifted pieces of soft red and white clothing. You decide to get off the bed as you see him get out of bed, getting a nice glance of only him in his boxers before he put on the suit.

Your eyes widen, grin growing, cheeks growing a shade red as you see him in the final product. He wore a deep red Santa suit with white fluff lining down his chest meeting into a middle right above his waist with a large black belt and followed by deep red pants that shaped him just as well at the top part. And it all matched with black boots.

"How do I look?" Miguel smirked. You walk up to him as you placed your hands on his bare chest.

"Really sexy. Maybe too sexy. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands of you." You chuckle.

"I like the words coming out of your mouth."

"I bet you'll like what my mouth is going to do." You go on your knees, eyes never leaving his reddish-brown. Settled between his legs as you lower his pants and free his erect cock.

You stroked him a few times before you dragged your tongue up his member before kissing his leaking tip. You open your mouth for him to slide onto your tongue and down your throat your lust-filled gaze not leaving his own as a groan escaped his lips.

"Mi amor, your too good to me. I don't deserve you or your pretty mouth." Miguel moaned out as his hand reached the back of your head. His fingers intertwined into your hair as he gently thrusts into your throat. You hum against his cock in approval, earning another groan from Miguel's lips. Miguel gently thrusts more of himself into your mouth; but as this wasn't the first blow job you've given him, you've gotten quite enough practice to be able to deep throat him now. As he continued his movements you continued to move your tongue along his cock.

"Fuck baby, I can't last much longer." Miguel thrusted his cock as deep as it could go before spilling it into your throat. You happily take him all before removing your mouth and licking his tip clean. You slowly wiped your thumb across your lip, as a bit was left on your lips before you licked it off your finger, while your gaze stayed locked on his.

"My god, mi amor. You make me want to ravage you when you do that."

"Why don't you then." You grin, standing up from your spot on the ground. Miguel grabs you and puts you on the bed, as you get on top of you he raises you shirt kissing your stomach up to your breasts, as he was about to take a nipple into his mouth the doorbell rang from the hallway.

"What was that?"

"Nothing hermosa." Miguel said as he took a nipple in his mouth, before lowering one of his hands into your sweats about to finger fuck you. However, the doorbell rang again. A growl of frustration left Miguel as he kissed your lips before getting off of you. He checked his phone, and sighed. "Ese maldito hermano mío. Gabriel's here early. Again. I'm sorry cariño." (that damn brother of mine.)

"It's ok, Miggy. We can continue later. Plus I still have that second part of the gift to show you tonight." You kiss him one more time before getting off the bed.

"I can't wait for it."

After both getting quickly dressed in proper clothing, Miguel pressed a button on his phone that let the elevator come up to the penthouse.

As the elevator doors open, walked in Gabriel with his usual bright smile as he carried in

two bags filled with gifts.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again! I'm hoping my brother hasn't been tormenting you too much. Blink twice if you need saving." Gabriel  chuckled as he set down the bags as he gave you a hug which you happily returned.

"Juro por Dios..." Miguel lightly glared as he sent him a 'I'm going to kill you,' smile at his brother as he stood right next to you.

"He's been good. And I'm good too. It's nice to see you again. Feels like it's been a while." You chuckle at Gabriel's silly personality.

"Now where's my little sobrina." (Niece)

"Asleep. She went to bed late, so we're letting her sleep a bit longer." Said Miguel.

"Aw, ok. Is she ok?" Gabriel asked, worry etched in his tone.

"She's fine. A lot happened yesterday. My parents , well the neighborhood knows about our relationship now and..." you looked to Miguel.

"Sofia somehow found out where I lived and came to the holiday party and said to Gabi that she was her mother." Added Miguel.

"Yeah, I would probably have a hard time sleeping too. And I can't believe that damn woman shows up after everything she's done." Gabriel eyes widen before a his brows furrowed and a frown appeared on his face, something rarely that happens, by the mention of Sofia's name.

"We decided though that we are going to live our lives and try to ignore it all as much as we can." You said.

"That sounds like a good plan. Now, let me make you all a proper Christmas Eve breakfast, my brother never can get our mother's recipe quite right." Gabriel heads to the kitchen.

"I swear he wants me to punch him." Miguel grits his teeth as he sends a glare to the back of his brother's head. You chuckle as you caress Miguel's cheek.

"How about you go check on your emails really quick in your office and I'll go help Gabriel in the kitchen." You go on your tip toes as Miguel nods before he leans down the rest of the way to kiss you, giving you a loving smile before heading to his office.

You head to the kitchen wear you see Gabriel cracking eggs into a bowl.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You smile as you wash your hands before drying them.

"Yes, you can. Can you grate some of these cheeses?"

"Sure thing." You smile as you go through the many cabinets trying to find the cheese grater.

"Third bottom cabinet to your right."

"Thank you. It's my first time here, so I don't know where everything is." You go to the right cabinet and take it out before you hoping Gabriel at the kitchen island and started to grate the cheeses for the omelettes.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened last night?" Gabriel looked over at you with a small smile before looking back at the task before him. You smile back as you tell him everything that happened last night, from Gabi starting to call you Mom, parents finding out about your relationship with Miguel told by Sofia who appeared out of nowhere and causing trouble herself, and then the part about how you didn't know about Miguel's wealth status, also cruelly told by Sofia.

"Wow, that definitely is a crazy night. I'm happy you also know about Miguel's 'status,' he's been wanting to tell you for a long time, but he just didn't know when to say it. I guess he was worried you might leave. But he never said that, but I can just hear it in his voice. My brother has had girlfriends in the past, but he's never loved someone like he loves you. He's heads over heels for you." Gabriel smiles at you as he moved to pour the eggs into the pan.

"Well, I hope he knows this. But I'm heads over heels for your brother. I can't imagine not having him or Gabi in my life." As if on cue Miguel walked into the kitchen, with a loving smile on his face as his gaze met yours. You cheeks tint pink, wondering if he heard you and Gabriel's conversation. He places his hands on your hips as he pulled you into his embrace from behind, taking your chin and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I love you." He said. Your cheeks grew a shade darker. Oh he definitely heard your conversation.

"I love you too."

"Ok, you two. Either get a room or help me with cooking." Gabriel chuckled as he connoted to make the omelettes.

You saw Miguel roll his eyes, as he leaned down to kiss your one last time before he gently pushed Gabriel away from the stove, "I'll do it. You're burning them."

"B-burning them? I'm adding a nice crisp! You make them too watery!" Gabriel argued back as he tried to get back to the pan, though tall and fit he was still no where compared to his older brother.

You smile at the two O'Hara brother, leaving them to continue their banter while you head to Gabi's room. Checking the time, you thought it was smart for Gabi to wake up. You gently open the door, as you quietly walk in. You look around to see the adorable light blue room, filled with a few soccer balls, dolls, and legos filled with butterflies and soccer balls decorated around the room. You kneel down by her bedside. Your heart on the verge of bursting for how adorable she was.

"Good morning Baby bug. Merry Christmas Eve. It's time to wake up." you gently brush some of her brown curls, the same has her fathers, covering her face. Big brown eyes reveal themselves to you, and a small smile appears on her face.

"Mama!"Getting a boost of energy, Gabi sits up to hug you. Lifting her out of bed, you stop, before grabbing her stuffed bunny know that she would want to have that with her.

"How did you sleep?" You step out of her room.

"Good!" She smiled after yawning as she rested her head in the crook of your neck.

"Oh guess who's here?"

"Santa!" Gabi's head popped up as she looked at you with excitement, which made you chuckle.

"Not Santa, it's too early for him to visit yet. He comes during the night. Tio Gabi is here."

"That's even better!" Gabi cheered which warmed your heart as you kissed the top of her head before making your way into the kitchen.

"Guess who's awake." You say, having the two O'Hara brothers turn to face you and Gabi.

"Good morning princesa." Miguel smiled at the loving sight of you and Gabi. He was about to walk over to lift her into his arms, but was beat to it by his brother. "Aw my mini Gabi! My favorite sobrina. I've missed you." You handed Gabi over to Gabriel as he gives her a big hug.

"Tio Gabi, I'm your only sobrina." Gabi giggled.

"Who knows Gabi, maybe you'll get a littler brother or sister one day." Chuckled Gabriel, which made Gabi eyes brighten up as her mile widens. "Really?! Mama, Papa! Will I?"

Your cheeks turn a bright red, eyes widen. Your embarrassment grew further as you felt Miguel hand on your lower back.

"N-no princesa. Not at the moment. But maybe one day." Miguel looks down at you, trying to figure out what you thought.

"Yes, definitely one day. But not at the moment sweetheart."

"Aw ok."

You felt Miguel give you a love squeeze to your waist, pulling you into his chest and placing a kiss to your cheek, hinting that he liked your answer before making his way to his brother, "now let me get a hug from my daughter."

"Papa!" Gabi smiled as she practically hopped out of Gabriel's arms and into her father's.

After breakfast was finished being made everyone sat together at the dinning table. Miguel helped cut up Gabi's omelette, which you smiled at the sight, wanting to keep this moment as a mental image in your head.

You recalled how the topic of having more kids has been brought up a few times recently. You know with Miguel being in his late thirties, he probably wants to get married and have a few more children. And you know that one day he will want to talk about it seriously with you.

And of course you're not against the idea of getting married and giving Gabi a few brothers or sisters, but you know you want to have your career start off first. But you're not sure if Miguel will want to wait that long. Sometimes you forget the age difference between the both of you. Yeah, there are many couples with big age gapes, some even bigger, but probably when both people were both out of school and had somewhat of a career. Of course you know exactly what you want to do, you just haven't gotten to start it yet. Maybe you should ask Miguel about how you get noticed by Alchamex.

"Mi amor? Y/n?" Miguel called out your name, concern seen in his eyes.

"Yes, sorry. I got lost in my own thoughts. What were we talking about?" Your cheeks tuned pink, embarrassed from not paying attention to your boyfriend talking to you.

"It's alright, cariño. I was asking if you wanted to go ice skating in Central Park." Miguel chuckled, he thought your slight embarrassment was cute.

"I would love to."

"Then maybe after we could go see Santa at Macys. I heard he's making a quick appearance here in New York before he flies all around the world to give presents." Said Gabriel, which perked Gabi's attention.

"Can we go! Please!"

"Of course, we can!" Said Gabriel. You looked over to Miguel who sighed to himself, only you catching it. You take his hand and give it a small squeeze, to which he smiled.

"Well then let's get all bundle up to go." You say as you stand up.

After getting Gabi ready and let her go hangout with Gabriel in the living room, Miguel joined you in the bedroom. As you pulled the long sleeve sweater over your head, your met with a kiss to your lips. Thought surprised you smile into the kiss before pulling away.

Miguel goes into his walk in closest, getting warmer clothes for outside. You walk and lean on the doorframe of his closet.

"Hey, can I ask a question?"

Miguel looks at you trying to figure out if its series are not. Seeing that it doesn't seem serious he smiles, "Of course." He says as he pulls his shirt off and puts on the new one.

"I need to start looking for jobs and grad schools in Nueva York. I don't know why I feel weird asking you this. Maybe because your my boyfriend, and I'm really acting my

age right now." You nervously chuckle before adding, "And I know you did the grad/internship program at Alchamex, well they asked you to cause you are a certified genius, before going full time there. I was wondering if you knew when they start looking for new grads and interns." You bit your lip, for some reason your nerves were skyrocketing throughout your body. Maybe because you were asking for genius Alchamex Miguel and not your boyfriend.

"Well, first off. You never should have to feel nervous with me. You know I would give you the world if I could. And I remember you were interested in working in my department at Alchamex. I can look at your resume and transcript when we get back, if you'd like?" Miguel smiled as he looped his belt around his pants before buckling it together.

"That would be really sweet of you. I would really like that. Thank you."

"Anything for you, mi amor." Miguel pulled you into his lap, as he sat down on the leather bench, his shoes and socks next to him.

"Hey, I know the topic of children has come up a few times lately." His words began to make your heart race against your chest. "And I-"

"Are you two almost ready to go?" Gabriel yelled from the hallway.

Not ready to have this talk so soon, as your 99.99% sure of what he is goi by to say. You get out of his lap, "yeah, just getting shoes on. Be right there." You say before turning to face to face Miguel, "I'll go check on those two to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble. Specifically Gabriel." You say before walking out of the closest and out of your bedroom.

"Y/n" you heard your name right when you left the bedroom, but you decide to pretend you didn't hear him as you continue your way to the living room.

After getting downstairs and walking over just a block to Central Park from the apartment and adventuring through the beautiful winter scenic view.

You walked by Miguel 's side gloved hand in gloved hand, Gabriel a few steps ahead holding Gabi's hand.

For it being Christmas Eve, you were surprised by the lack of people skating on the ice. Unknown to you Miguel had called ahead and bought for the ice skating to be almost sold out for a few hours today, letting only a few other people to skate, so it didn't look conspicuous.

"Wow, look! It's so pretty!" Gabi said as she jumped up and down in excitement. "Well he there Gabi. Don't worry." Gabriel chuckled as Gabi tried to pull him to move faster.

By the time all four of you made it and got your skates, you sat down on the wooden bench to get yours on. Miguel came over to you, looking even more like a giant as he had his skates on. After you made sure yours were tight, Miguel lent you a hand and helped you up.

You all made it to the ice rink, and despite skating every year during the holidays since you were younger than Gabi you were slightly nervous to get on the ice. But like every year you swallow your nerves and get on the ice, and as soon as you do you feel happy and relaxed.

You get a few feet from the entrance before swiftly turning around as you see Miguel help Gabi on to the ice. Just like you, you could see the  worry in her eyes as Miguel helped her to step on to the ice. Then as he stepped on to the ice behind her, he began to skate over to you, his hand under her arms to help keep her up. The laughter and smiles on both Gabi and Miguel's face made your heart melt from the adorable site. You couldn't resist as you took your phone out of your pocket and took a photo of them, making sure to show it to Miguel later.

"Look Mama! I'm on the ice!"

"I can see that baby bug. You're doing great." You say as Miguel skates her over to you.

"Now Gabi, you can't lock your knees when you skate. Always make sure they are slightly bent. And don't lean back. And it's almost like walking, your feet are just slowly sliding on the ice. Just like when you slide with your furry socks on the hardwood floors. Now Mama is right in front of you. Do you want to try and skate to her?"

"Yeah!" Gabi nods. As she was told she tried to follow her father'a instructions. As soon as she got a foot away from him, you saw her nerves come back as she begin to freeze, before anything could happen you skate the last few feet towards her as you hold both her hands.

"It's ok, baby bug. I got you. But great job on trying. I remember when I was your age, it took me some time on the once before I felt comfortable enough to skate on my own."

"Like Mamita said, you'll get there when you do. But for now you can skate with us." Miguel skilled and skated up next to the both of you as he took her other hand. You and Miguel begin to skate really slow to help Gabi learn how to properly skate, and to gain the confidence to do it on her own.

After skating for a while together, Gabi finally got the confidence to try on her own, of course with you and Miguel right behind her, just in case she fell, which she did.

After a few tears were shed, and a bunch of hugs and kisses were given to make her feel better, plus a hot chocolate with whip cream and marshmallows made her frown turn back into her beautiful smile.

All four of you decided to take a nice walk through the park.

"Wait! Can I make a snowman?" Asked Gabi as she runs towards the vast amount of snow covering the park.

"Of course!" You say as you follow her into the snowy field. You help Gabi with forming the body of the snowman, however, the little five year old decided to gather up snow into her tiny gloved palms and form a ball.

"Mama, can we throw one at Papa?" Gabi grinned, which made you laugh. "Yes." You mimicked her grin as she passed you the snowball, and made herself another one.

Miguel's back was facing you and Gabi at the moment as he talked to Gabriel. Knowing you wouldn't be able to get close without his crazy good hearing warning you of your presence, you stop just a few feet from him.

"Ok, three, two, one...throw" you whisper yell as both you and Gabi throw the harmless snow at Miguel's back.

Miguel quickly turned around with a surprised face, a smile appearing as he saw both you and Gabi try to hide your laughter. Of course Gabriel couldn't hide his, as he burst out in laughter from his brother's reaction.

"Oh, we want to play like that. Do we know?" Miguel chuckled before he slowly began to walk over to both of you, before jumping into a sprint. You and Gabi ran in the opposite direction, Gabi squealing in delight. Of course you didn't get far before Miguel grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his chest, however you both lost your balance and fell backwards into a large pile of snow, that was luckily there to make the landing soft. Gabi followed right after you by falling on to Miguel as he caught her with the other arm that wasn't around you.

All three of you laughed, as you laid in the pile of snow. "Mis traviesas niñas." Said Miguel before he pulled you both in for a hug.

"Aww, such a cute family! Makes me want to settle and have one." Said Gabriel as he took a photo of the three of you.

"Well maybe you should, so that you'll bother me less." Said Miguel.

"Nah, you would miss me too much."

Gabi got up, followed by you as you lent a hand to   Help Miguel up. But you noticed the mischievous grin on his face a little too late as he pulls you back down into his chest.

"Miguel!" You giggle before they are deal by a kiss.

"Ok, you two love birds. I got a photo for the picture books, now get up. I'm freezing." Said Gabriel after taking a photo of you and Miguel knowing you both would want these sweet moments saved. He handed Miguel's phone back to him which he had stolen to take photos.

After heading back to the apartment, having dinner, and opening the presents Gabriel brought it was time to say goodnight and goodbye.

"I had a great day with all of you. I hope you have a nice Christmas and new years. I'll see you both next year!" Gabriel said as he saluted off before the elevator door closed on him.

You let out a small laugh after you saw Miguel roll his eyes from his brother's words.

You both head to the bedroom to finish wrapping presents from Santa for Gabi.

"Finally done. Now to put them under the tree." Said Miguel as he lays his head on your lap, relaxed by you combing your fingers through his hair.

"There's one more gift left." You grin down at him as he looks up at you confused.

"Where is it?" Miguel sighs softly thinking it's another large present to wrap from Santa.

"It will be here after Santa puts the presents under the tree." You say with hint of lust in your tone before you lean down and kiss him.

"I can't wait to see what it is." Miguel returns the kiss, getting the hint, as he grins and leaves your lap stacking all the presents as he quietly heads to the living room, careful not to wake Gabi.

You quickly get out of your day clothes already wearing it underneath. You had seen the holiday-themed lingerie when you were shopping, and you knew Miguel would love it.

Putting your clothes in the hamper you rushed to the master bathroom, taking your hair out of the low hanging bun, fixing it up a bit. You check yourself in the mirror happy with the final product. You were wearing dark red lingerie, with a bra that tied in to a semi large bow in the front, which once untied reveals your bare chest. To match you wore the same color panties that had a bit of tulle around it, creating a extremely short, really a skirt, skirt. But who cares, it was going to be tossed to the floor in a matter of minutes anyways.

You checked the time on your phone, it's was midnight, officially making it Christmas. When you hear his footsteps coming, you lean against the bed as soon as he opened the door.

When his eyes met yours, they widened before being filled with lust, as he made his way over to you. He grabbed you by the waist as he pulled you against his bare chest.

"Merry Christmas Miggy."

"Merry Christmas in deed, mi hermosa amor." Miguel looks you over, savoring every single detail of you. He too your chin and gently lifted it as he leaned down and kissed you, Persian galore of himself into you. Your core tightened at the feeling of his hard-on against your stomach.

"One more thing. Pull the ribbon." You smiled against his lips. Miguel kissed your lips one more time before doing as you said. In one swift pull, the perfect bow was gone revealing your chest. You could see the lust cloud his eyes more, and in a blink of an eye you were underneath him on the bed, as his lips kiss down from your neck, down to your breasts. "Tan hermosa." His lips latched on to one of your nipples, hitching your breath letting out a moan. His hand swiftly moved your panties to the side inserting a finger into your aching cunt. Another moan escaped your lips.

"Keep singing for me, cariño." Miguel con tied to mark up your breasts as he thrusted a second finger into you, curling his fingers knuckles deep.

"Mhmm please Miguel." You moaned out as you near your breaking point.

"You want to cum mi amor?"

"Yes, please Miggy." You groan as you feel the loss of his fingers. Before you know it, your straddle on top of him, as he slams you down on to his cock.

"Only good girls get to cum, and I thought you said this morning your were naughty. You want to cum? Bounce on my cock until I think you deserve your release." Miguel grinned.

You lightly glare down at him as his grin widens further. However, the need for your release was too much as you begin to move your hips. You rarely fuck in this position, so the feeling of his cock stabbing deeper into you was heavenly. Your clench against him, earning a groan from him.

"Damn baby, your so fucking tight."

At the pace you were going, your hips began to grow tired starting slowly lose your rhythm. However, Miguel being your savior grabbed your hips and began to move you up and down keeping up with your quick and rough pace. You began to feel your core tighten once again.

"Miguel please. Please." You whine out your brain begins to feel foggy only focusing on the feeling of his thick ridged cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Are you a good girl?" Miguel panted from beneath you.

"Y-yes I am. I'm a good girl. Now please Miguel." You whine out.

"Of course, cariño." Miguel chuckled as he flipped you, now in missionary as his pace quickened, pummeling his cock deep inside you as his balls slap against you. His hand lowered to your clit as he began to rub it with the same ferocity as his thrusts. Another moan escaped from your lips, electricity coursing through your entire body. Your eyes roll back as you feel your release.

Miguel continued to slam his cock deep inside you, causing you to feel your overstimulation coming on.

"Fuck, I love this damn pussy. I love you, y/n."

"I love you to Miguel." You breathed out. From your words Miguel let out groan as he released himself deep inside you, now filled full with his warm seed.

After a few more thrusts Miguel pulled out as he lied right next to you. You turned to face him as one of his arms warped around your waist pulling your sweaty naked body against his. He leaned down and captured his lips before saying, " Thank you for the wonderful Christmas present."

You wake up the next morning to Gabi jumping up on you bed, with a wide and happy smile.

"Wake up! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!"

Luckily after your session with Miguel last night you both cleaned up and got into proper pjs before going to sleep, knowing that Gabi would wake up before the both of you and barge into the room.

"Good Morning princesa. How did you sleep?" Miguel said in his deep and rough morning voice as he smile up at his daughter who was jumping for joy on the bed.

"Great! Santa came! He left a bunch of presents! Can we please open them. Please!"

"Alright, Baby bug. We'll get up." You chuckle as you get out of bed and swoop Gabi off her feet to which she giggled. You set her on the ground right next to you.

"Ok, first let's make coffee for me and Papa and then we will open presents."

After getting coffee you and Miguel sit next to each other on the sofa as you watch Gabi open up her many many many presents.

After she opened all of hers she handed you and Miguel one from under the tree.

Miguel opened his which, was a gift Gabi got for him, with you helping her with the funds to get it.

"Aw princesa I love it. I'll use it all the time." Miguel smiled as he held up a coffee tumblr that read, World's Best Papa and Scientist.

"Your turn Mama!"

You smile as you read the name tag, To the love of my life. From your Miggy. You rip off the wrapping paper to see a gorgeous thin red rectangle velvet box with gold stitching. You open the box, as a gasp leaves your lips. Your eyes lock with Miguel's who smiles lovingly at you.

Before you in the box was a simple but gorgeous Cartier gold chain necklace. In the center dangled three beautiful dark red rubies. Your heart melted as the color reminded you of Miguel's eyes. Even though his were brown, you swore in the light they glistened like beautiful dark rubies. You knew you would never take this off, knowing that a part of him was always with you.

"It's beautiful Miguel. I love it." Tears brim the corner of your eyes as you kiss his cheek before giving him a hug. "Can you help me put it on?"

"Of course, mi amor." Miguel smiled bright, happy you loved his gift. You turned your back as you pull your hair to the side as he put the necklace on you. A tiny chill went up your body as you felt the cold necklace lay against your neck. You trim back around as you looked to Gabi with a smile.

"It's beautiful Mama. You look gorgeous!"

"You look stunning." Miguel says.

You enjoyed the rest of the festive holiday cuddle up next to Miguel on the sofa watching holiday movies with Gabi sitting on the ground distracted with playing with her brand new toys.

You couldn't imagine a more perfect Christmas. A Christmas spent with your new family.

The last few days went by in a breeze. When you Miguel and Gabi weren't staying in the comfort of the warm apartment, you adventure out to the various holiday markets around the city, or gaze at the stunning Christmas decorations.

Today was finally December 31st. You and Miguel decided that with the chaos and drama still being thrown at both at you through text messages and voice mails you decide to have it just be you two and Gabi.

You were in the kitchen making dinner, saying you would be happy to make some classic dishes that you've had with your family.

Arms wrapped around your waist, as a smile graced your lips from a kiss placed to your cheek.

"Everything smells very good, cariño."

"Thank you. Do you want to try some?" You say as you held up a spoon with some of the food. He happily took it and smiled. "That tastes amazing."

"Thank you Miggy."

After dinner was served and happily enjoyed by the O'Hara's you all settled on the sofa as you watch the Nueva York New Years commencement.

You look down to see a sleeping Gabi who was sprawled out on your and Miguel's lap.

"I guess it's time she goes to sleep.She's so adorable." You say quietly as you gently brush back some of her curls.

"She is. I'll take her to bed."

"Ok." You smile as you place a goodnight kiss to the top of Gabi's head before Miguel lifted her up and carried her to bed.

After a few minutes Miguel came back as he sat right next to you on the sofa, wrapping an arm around you to pull you against him.

"Did she wake up?"

"Nope still was out like a light. Nothing can wake her up if she's asleep. Reminds me of a very someone." Miguel looks at you as he chuckled.

"What can I say, I love to sleep." You smile as you  rest your head on him as you both continue to watch the tv.

The count down began on the tv as thousands of voices joined together in time square.

10...9...8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...1!

Happy New year!

You joined in with the voices on the tv as you were standing, excitement etched throughout your body. Miguel pulled you against his chest, a big smile on his face before dipping you slightly and capturing his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss. A few seconds later, your lips parted, lips both slightly swollen. As the New Year's music plays on in the background from the TV all you could pay attention to was Miguel.

"Happy New Year, Miggy."

"Happy New Year, mi amor. I can't wait to see what this year has in store for us." He smiles wide, showing his dimples before leaning down and kissing you again.

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I’m simple all I want is Tekken 6 Jin who is dommanent x fem reader (girlfriend)

Do As I Say | Jin Kazama oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: jin kazama x fem!reader(afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: jin has come back from a hard day and the reader wants to make him feel better, but he only has one thing in mind to ease the stress.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 1.7k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for 18+ readers only, so MDI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the following warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader: detailed smut: p in v, dom & sub (m dom, f sub), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, and dirty talk & degrading.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: sorry for taking forever on this, deadlines have been hectic and it doesn’t help i started a bg3 hyperfixation. anyways, i hope you like this anon. and as always a like and reblog is always appreciated.

𓆩♡𓆪┆my links: masterlist | ao3 profile | kofi

Jin trudged up the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoing the weight of the stress he endured that day; he had a stare that had exhaustion and agitation painted across his features, looking through his eyebrows and dead-focused on his way to the place he shared with you — his girlfriend. The stale air of the apartment building seemed to suffocate him as he reached his floor, trying to tune out the cacophony of the distant traffic that penetrated the thick painted walls, only adding more to the relentless soundtrack of his own mind.

His shoulders slumped under the invisible burden of stress; his fingers clenched into fists now and again when the memories of the day flashed in his mind now and again — it felt like he was being haunted by his ongoing awful day. The metallic taste of frustration lingered in his mouth, a bitter reminder of his previous challenges; it was relentless and demanding, but it was over now.

The keys jingled in the lock as Jin pushed open the front door, greeted by the comforting scent of home — a mix of homemade cooking and your signature perfume scent that lingered in every crevice of the place. In the dimly lit living room, he found you sitting on the sofa, all cuddled up in the cushions and watching whatever you found on the television. Jin couldn’t help but notice how revealing your comfort clothes were. You were wearing your favourite lace crop top with shorts, and just seeing you was already starting to calm Jin down — but this made him want more to forget about the day's burdens. Your eyes lifted away from the television screen, and you gave Jin a warm and comforting smile as you opened your arms to invite him for a cuddle; he obliged the offer, and you felt his warm arms surround you, the smell of his natural aroma filling your senses as you placed your cheek on top of his head as you cuddled him.

“Hey, I missed you today,” you rubbed your hand gently on his back, ��Is everything okay? You seem stressed.”

“Very stressed. Everything that could have gone wrong decided to,” he pushed himself out of your grasp for the moment, watching your sad pout as you waited for him to come back for a hug, “seeing you has already made me in a better mood, though,” he gave you a gentle smile.

“Would you like anything? I cooked your favourite meal; it might relax you for a moment,” you moved closer to him and tranced patterns on his arm with the tip of your fingers.

Jin thought for a moment, admiring the way you looked right in front of him, not taking much notice of what you were saying, having to come back to reality when noticing you were waiting for a reply: “Um, no, I’m not hungry.”

You gave him a thoughtful look, waiting for Jin to accept your help to relieve his stress. You slowly leaned in for a soft, quick kiss on his cheek before you stepped away for a moment and left Jin to calm down naturally in his own time; as you got up, Jin grabbed your arm, his fingers pressing hard with the plush of your skin poking out between the gaps between his fingers. His eyes held a different kind of intensity now; a flicker of desire cut through the heaviness of his previous emotions.

“Y/N,” he murmured with a husky voice, “don’t go, I want you.”

Butterflies were felt in your stomach, and a jolt of excitement coursed through your body as you looked into his eyes; you knew what that look meant, and his urge and yearning to have you stay closer only signalled further evidence for what would happen. Jin wanted to relieve his stress, which ignited a different hunger within him — a need to stay in control, to control you for his own intimate desires, knowing you would agree to his will like you always did in the relationship. The sofa became a haven for a different kind of solace, temporarily allowing Jin to escape the world's demands. He pulled you closer back onto the sofa, watching your chest move with your breaths becoming heavier with anticipation; he watched you hungrily before he moved closer, closer for a deeper and more sensual kiss. Your lips interlocked, both of you getting lost in the heat and intimacy with each other.

He positioned his hips in line with yours, your legs wrapped around his waist as you both lay on the sofa. The kiss was deepened, your hands wandering on Jin’s body as the occasional moan was released from the sealed kiss. Jin grounded his hips against your centre, making you moan as you felt his length grow against your clothed pussy that yearned for this to go quicker. You, then, moved your hips forward, lifting yourself off the sofa for a moment to grind into Jin’s length; pleasure coursed for your body once again; you felt Jin get harder as you made contact with his member, feeling his smirk as your lips were interlocked in a wet and passionate kiss.

As your hips went back down on the sofa, Jin moved away and separated from your soft lips, watching you for a moment as you waited and yearned for time to hurry up as he stared at you with a smile. He took his shirt off as he watched you in a vulnerable state, watching him and barely clothed. His eyes undressed you in that stare, and you watched his movements intently.

“Now, I think I’ve been neglectful of my princess, haven’t I?” his fingers lingered around your clothed core, his fingertips moving into the waistband and teasing you with how slow he was at tugging it, “Does my princess want to feel good?” your pants started to be pulled down as you quickly nodded in consent to be his once again — you adored how possessive he was.

You felt a tingling sensation as you felt Jin’s fingers get closer to your pussy after he had taken off your panties, a jolt of pleasure as he pressed his fingertips to the slit, laboured breaths produced as he had his fingertips move in an up and down motion, before slowing introducing them inside you, edging you to a deep and sensual moan. He watched you as you bit your lip, your head making a slow movement of rolling back as he pumped his fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath, closing your eyes to be lost in the passion.

As your breathing became heavy, the occasional deep moan escaping your lips, Jin quickened the pace gradually; he watched the excitement plaster across your face as you experienced his play with speeds.

“You like that, you little slut?” his thumb pressing on your plump clit that had been throbbing for ages; he rubbed in a circular motion with a strong pressure against it, regular and steady motions to get you lost in a trance.

Just as your eyes were steadily rolling back, your mouth began to open for a moan that was rolling from the depths within you — he stopped. To your disappointment, you looked at him with a yearning, your eyes begging him to continue as he watched you with those demanding and sharp eyes.

“Hm, I love how you pull that face every time,” a light laughter escaped as he smirked to himself. He loved to do this; he would stop when he could sense an orgasmic release, controlling you by stopping your bodily reactions, manipulating when you were allowed to release yourself. “Now, be a good girl and do as I say,” he moved his large hands to his belt buckle, taking it off and making a clanging noise as the belt hit the floor, sliding his pants off and freeing his large and erect cock that had been begging to be inside you already. “Turn over… Now.”

You obeyed his command, swiftly turning to get on all fours, your breasts against the plush of a sofa pillow and your arms and hands hanging off the arm of the sofa. You looked back as you waited for Jin’s next move, watching and feeling him as he pressed his cock on your ass first; the plush of your cheek rubbing against him, before pressing the tip on your folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said under his breath as he pressed the head inside you, making you gasp as you felt his entrance, “how much do you want this?” he asked as he teased his cock, going in a little for a moment and taking it back out, making you anticipate when he was going to ram himself inside.

“So much, please, please, please, I want it so bad,” you continued to plead, feeling how this was feeding into Jin’s ego.

He paused for a moment before ramming his large cock inside your wet and sensitive hole; a loud gasp produced as you felt your walls surround his member, squeezing it and making that warm feeling Jin loved as he fucked you senseless. His fingers pressed into your hips, fingernails pressing deeply into your skin now and again as he changed the pressure and tempo of his movements.

Just as you were about to praise him, Jin grabbed a fistful of hair, causing your head to kick back, pulling you back harder as he pushed himself deeper.

“Whose my dirty slut?”

“I-I am,” you bit your lip after answering.

“Who do you belong to?” he spanked you before you could answer; the few seconds you took to process what he said resulted in punishment — a punishment you liked to receive.

“You, only you,” you finally answered.

He was pleased with your answers and continued to use you like a sex doll, pulling your hair, ramming his cock inside you and spanking your ass, getting a kick as you released a whine and moan, continuing until he thrusted for a final stroke, eventually filling you with his warm release. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you coated Jin’s cock with your cum, grabbed the cushions of the sofa as you slowly released yourself, heavy breaths produced when it was all over.

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[melody22222]

Hi sweet, hope you doing well.

Can i request a yandere ceo x secretary reader, she is too shy and people wonder how she even get this job but they also notice the favor that they cold boss give to her.

Safe with me

Male Yandere CEO x Secretary Fem!reader

A/N: I know... I took so long and IM SORRY-

Summary: Your boss been having a hidden plan and wanted to keep it that way but after an incident board meeting with new clients, it seems like he have to take matters in his own hands with you quickly. (SUCH A GOOFY SUMMARY ISTG OMG...)

Word count: 7.1k (Kill me, NOW.)

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You opened the door to his elegant, opulent office that has been taking up the place because of his strong cologne that hit your nostrils the moment you stepped in. You saw him taking his coat off and walking towards the hanger.

“Good morning, Mr. Waldorf.” You said with a sheepish smile on your face, awkwardly standing near the door as you left it ajar

“Well well, if it isn’t my favorite employee,” He said with a straight face but a twinkle in his eye, giving you a quick nod as he hung his coat.  “As well as my personal assistant.” He added. You watch him walk to his chair, settling into his desk.

Your smile grew wide at his remark, feeling a mix of pride and validation.      

You walked closer to his front desk. “Thank you, Mr. Wald-”

He cuts you off, “Didn't we talk about distorting names?” He looked up at you. “I’ve already told you, Rhys is perfectly fine.”

You fell silent, locking eyes with him.

“Um, Rhys, yes. Of course, I apologize.” 

Rhys tilt nodded coldly in return and opened his drawers. You glanced at your little notebook schedule that’s for him. “Umm, Spencer wants to meet for drinks with you at Thyme Bar.”

“When?”

“After six.”

“Negative, cancel it.” He spoke with the same robotic voice, not looking up to you while busy getting his files on his desk from the drawers.

“And what should I say?”

“Just say no.”

“Just say no…?” You said with a hint of fear in your voice but you still decided to write down in the notebook with your pen on what he demanded. Your mind begins to flash off how scared you are at confronting the man ‘Spencer’ on the phone, unsure of what to say to him. A ‘no’ was not enough for you.

Actually, you were unsure of everything that happened. You still don’t know how you ended up here, being a secretary to such a luxurious CEO man. Before, you were just a little receptionist behind a desk that nobody cared or noticed. Of course, it wasn’t such a surprise due to the chaotic atmosphere.

It really is such a massive, well-known company.

Your plan was just being a receptionist but when, on your first day, bumping into the man who’s now you’re working for as a secretary, everything changed. 

Behind his eyes when he first laid them on you, spoke everything to him. 

You could see a spark in his eyes but he still held his professionalism. The way he talked to you made you notice the man’s stern demeanor, which instantly kept you on edge. Every second of him talking, the more nervous you grew.

But what kept you more on edge is that him coming to you after weeks, offering you the position. It was unexpected and you were immediately shocked. You hesitated for a moment, telling him you had to think about it.

You actually wanted to decline the offer. The thought of the added stress and your lack of rapport with Rhys made it clear. However, your heart sank when you found out the receptionist position had already been filled before your arrival.

A lost and confused expression fell on your face when you saw them moving your stuff before the big news that you in fact, did not recall.

—

“Um, excuse me. Hi, can you tell me what's going on here?

“Are you Y/n L/n?”

“Yes…?”

“The boss, Mr. Waldorf, ordered us to move some things on the last floor, your things. Aren’t you his secretary now?

“What- Well, that’s my desk. I’m not his secretary. I think you perhaps misunderstood the boss?”

“Nope, I understood the boss pretty well. These are your things, and I think you need to rethink again. Because you indeed are his secretary now, you agreed to that to yourself yesterday.”

—

“Mr. Waldorf, What?”

“Please, just call me Rhys. And what? Is something wrong? Olivia mentioned to me that you had accepted the job placement I offered. We even went ahead and already hired a man for the receptionist job since you are taking the secretary position.

“What… I mean, You- you are right. I informed Olivia this morning to tell you. I just didn't realize you had already hired someone this quickly.”

—

Rhys flashed an innocent smile when you said that, but there was something lurking behind it. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda, a plan, and it had worked. You decided to suck it up and think that this was your fate. You had no choice but to accept it, otherwise where would you go?

—

After lying to his straight face, you somehow ended up here in his exquisite looking office, accepting your fate.

“Well, Y/n. No reservations today, just bring me the report that I asked for and my coffee.” He coldly commanded, his tone devoid of warmth.

“Yes, sir.” You awkwardly nodded.

You walked out from his office, directly going to the break room in order to get what he asked for. After a few moments, you returned to his office, a steaming cup of coffee held carefully in your hand, while the other hand grasped firmly the prepared paper report.

Carefully, you walked straight towards his desk when a tragedy happened.

You took a misstep and accidentally stumbled forward, causing the coffee cup to slip from your grasp and spill all over his desk, drenching his expensive pants in the process.

You let out a big gasp as your heart sank, “Oh my god, Rhys, I’m so so sorry.” You exclaimed.

Quickly, you rushed to his side with a flurry of tissues in hand that you took from the tissue box on the desk. You bent down, feverishly trying to clean up the mess you made. You didn’t pay attention to the man in front of you that’s trying to get your attention as you repeatedly apologized. 

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!” He urgently called your name, seeing it no use, he tightly grabbed both sides of your shoulders with his hands. You froze, looking up at his gaze with your widened eyes. The tissues now soaked with coffee, making small drops drip down and land on his pants but he didn’t seem to care.

“Y/n, it’s okay.” He caressed your cheek that made you slightly flinch.”It’s okay, it’s no big deal. Calm down.”

Uncontrollable heavy breaths came out from your chest, looking at him with fear in your eyes that he immediately noticed. “It’s okay.” He assured you again. He patiently lets you slowly relax, and your heavy breaths started to go away.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You said, in more of a calm but still worried tone this time.

Unexpectedly, he leaned closer to your face and planted a soft kiss on your cheek that caused you to slightly gasp at his sudden affection.

 “I’m not mad, and you don’t have to clean up anything, just leave it up to me.”

“But sir no, I made the mess. I have to clean it up.” You mumbled.

“Absolutely not.”

“But sir-”

“I said no.”

You tensed up at his becoming cold tone. You nodded and turned away, heading to the door to call the janitor.

“Oh, and Y/n.” He stopped you.

You turned to face him, “Yes?”

“We have a meeting to attend to after 20 minutes with the new clients, don’t forget to prepare the boardroom.”

“Of course, sir.” And you head out.

—

You sat on your chair, hands trembling with fear. A meeting? Prepare the boardroom? Clients? This was your first time going to a meeting, and you have no idea what to do. Regrets washing over you for taking this position. You knew it wasn’t meant for you.

But an idea popped in your mind, making you stand up and head out of your small office. You walked towards an office door and opened it, it was one of your coworkers' offices.

“Georgina, I need your help.”

Georgina was the only person you befriended. On your first day, she trained you in the basics - taking phone calls, jotting down dates and messages, all the easy stuff. Not to mention how much she rambles about how the CEO is a stuck up ass. Although your workload made it hard to engage in conversation, but right now she was the only one you needed.

“Let me guess, you need me to make coffee for that dickhead Rhys, cause you messed up yours?”

“Something worse. I’m going to my FIRST meeting with Rhys.”

“Oooh~ The new clients? And what exactly do you need help with?’

“I don’t know! Rhys told me to prepare the… boardroom? How do I exactly do that?”

Georgina pressed her lips together, holding back a laugh. You annoyingly frowned at her, and the laugh came out of her chest. 

“I’m so sorry.” Georgina said through her laugh, she brought her palm to her mouth to prevent further laughs coming out. “To be honest, if I were you, I would literally shove that pen up his ass and tell him to go and prep-...”

But her laughter suddenly died down, removing her palm slowly from her mouth and eyes widened when she laid her eyes on the door. Wondering why she did that, you turned your head to the door and you startled when you saw… Rhys standing with a stern expression.

“Rhys, hi.” You awkwardly spoke.

“If I remember correctly, I specifically instructed you to prepare the boardroom for the meeting and not to waste time engaging in idle conversation with…” He gave Georgina a piercing, critical glare. "With an employee."

“Yes, of course. I was just about to leave and do that, and I was saying something to Georgina real quick.”

‘He must have heard the entire conversation…’

Rhys hummed a little, still holding on to the same expression. “I see…”

“I’ll go and prepare it now.” You started walking towards the door with your head down. 

Rhys moved aside to give you enough space to walk out but you could feel his eyes coldly watching you along his strong perfume hitting you again, making you feel tense as you head out.

Rhys shot another piercing glare at Georgina, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity, before firmly closing the door of her office. He watched your back as you kept walking, a tumultuous mix of emotions surged within him. 

He had this inexplicable urge to approach you and say something that clawed at his insides but he fought against it, swallowing down the words that threatened to escape. With a heavy sigh, he finally moved and made his way towards his own office, the weight of unspoken thoughts lingering in the air.

—

After creeping on Rhys and making sure he went to his office, you immediately called Georgina to help you ‘prepare’ the boardroom.

“Quick, go before they come in.” You said with fear, glancing at the door every 5 seconds.

Georgina places the last glass of water on the massive table and runs towards the meeting door. Before she goes, she gives you a thumbs up and disappears.

As you took a deep breath, other employees walked in. Along with… Rhys engaged in a lively conversation with unfamiliar faces. Despite their laughter, Rhys held a normal yet still the cold expression on his face, unable to bring himself to laugh with them.

You tensed up again, but decided to calm yourself with deep breaths.

They all sat down on each chair in front of the massive table that held glasses of water, papers, pens, and everything else.

"Well, Rhys Waldorf, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you formally. And I must say…” The man sitting across from you looked at you while Rhys sat on the head of the table. “Your lovely secretary is quite a sight to behold.”

The man eyed you up and down, you could feel him undressing you with his eyes, making you tense up. Rhys glanced down from his seat and cleared his throat. “Right.” Is all he muttered under his breath.

“Anyways, let’s get started.”  He deliberately pretended to ignore the client seated right beside him. But deep within his chest, a suffocating frustration built up his chest that went unnoticed by everybody in the room, including you.

—

“And that was everything, any concerns or questions?” Rhys uttered.

“Actually Mr. Waldorf, I have a question to ask.” The same man who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time spoke.

“Shoot.”

“How long have you had this beautiful-looking assistant? Because…” The man licked his lips while looking at you, except this time, he eyed your chest. 

“Well, actually, that’s none of your business!” Rhys seethed, anger forming in his voice.

You shifted uncomfortably on your seat, watching them with an unpleasant face.

It wasn’t really a surprise after all, all mergers and acquisitions men acted inappropriately like this.

“Oh come on Rhys, let’s not act so professional all the time. We all wanted to see that pretty ass of hers when we first saw her, including yourself Mr. Waldorf.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Rhys slammed his hand on the table that made you flinch as he angrily shouted, standing up. “Get the hell out of my company.” He pointed at the door.

You just sat there and watched them with a shocked face, fidgeting and unable to say or do anything. The other clients sat there unbothered, but you could see through them that they were on the man’s side. 

The man stood up as well. “Woah, Calm down, Rhys.” 

He chuckled through his chest. “You really do not have to act dumb. How about she comes and works for me, just a loan, or consider it as a little bonus for us. I’ll give her back to you after I’m done with her.”

“Over my dead body!”

The man raised his hands up. “Geez man, alright. What’s gotten into you?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “She wasn’t even that pretty anyways.”

Rhys fell silent. 

“What the hell did you just say?” He quietly snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

“I said, she wasn’t even that pretty. She can’t even utter a word properly, can’t imagine a personal assistant like that.”

Rhys stared at him for a moment, an idea popped in his mind. You heard him say, “Actually, you know what?”

“What?”

“How about you go and have her all by yourself, right now.” He pointed his hand down at you.

You were completely shocked, eyes widened. You were glued to the chair and couldn’t find yourself standing up because of the fear you felt running all over your body when Rhys said that.

Rhys got away from his chair and stepped back aside, but he was still close to you, not leaving his eyes from you. His arms were crossed against his chest. You turned your head to him, “Rhys…” You pleaded.

He raised his palm a little from his arm to you and mouthed ‘It’s okay, just trust me’’ He gave you one of his rare reassurance smiles that somehow… relaxed you.

But your attention quickly got back to the man who smirked and raised his eyebrow at you, making you gulp fearfully in return. He walked across the table towards you, the other male employees and clients were lustfully watching. He stood in front of you and brought his hand up, leaning slowly to touch your chest but before he could touch you, something stopped him…

Rhys harshly grabbed the man’s wrist that the man was going to lay on you and twisted it painfully, causing the man to groan in pain.

“You really thought you were going to lay your filthy hands on her?” His eyes darkened on him.

Roughly, he gripped the back of the man’s hair. Pulling the man towards the wall and smashing his head onto it. He gripped even tightly onto his head and turned his head to face him.

Some of the men stood up, they tried to come closer to him but Rhys lifted a finger to them.

“No. No, no. Sit the fuck back down.”

The men stopped in their place but looked at each other and slowly sat back down, not wanting to be the next on Rhys’ line.

“How about you take your stuff and shove those files up your fucking ass and get the fuck out of my company before I throw you and your little fuckface minions out of this fucking window right this instant.” Rhys spat, finally letting out his rage that’s been stuck in his lungs this whole entire time but it wasn’t all of it.

“Rhys please, calm down. We all are just joking here.” One of the clients said.

"Oh, you want to joke around with me? Come stand next in line then after I'm done with this piece of shit."

The client quickly looked down in response with shame on his face.

Blood ran down through the man’s nose as he moved lazily, but there was still some consciousness. Rhys threw him on the ground, waiting for him to pick himself up. 

“Wait a minute, What the hell am I doing?” Rhys scoffed and glanced at you. He suddenly comes closer and grabs your arm, making you stand up and guide you to the corner but right behind him, away from everyone.

He goes back to the surprisingly conscious man lying on the floor and bends down in front of him, “Nobody ever disrespects my secretary in front of me.”

He threw a flying punch across the man’s face but it wasn’t the only one, he repeatedly kept punching that made you cover your mouth and just stood frozen there. Multiple men came behind Rhys and tried to pull him away from the bloody man, when Rhys saw how torn the man was, a twisted satisfaction filled him but rage still buzzed him like an annoying bug as if beating him wasn’t enough.

Unbothered, Rhys breaks free from their grip and walks to the table to pull multiple tissues and wipe his bloody hands with. All the employees check if the beaten man is okay, too scared to face the powerful man themselves. While Rhys on the other hand, nonchalantly wipes his hands and fixes his tie.

He strolled towards you and firmly grabbed your arm, you allowed him to drag you out of the room.

—

“Are you okay?” He asked as he closed his office door and turned to you. 

You were standing near the wall of his office after he dragged you out of that boardroom without a word, but you felt your fear start to go away. “I’m okay, I just felt a little scared. But Rhys, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Beat the man up!”

“Y/n, if you weren’t there,” He came closer to you. “I would beat that man bloody to death for the way he was looking and talking about you.”

“Rhys…” You slowly backed away, feeling your back hit the wall. But he just moved even more closer to you, making your bodies almost touch. He looked at you in the eyes as he spoke.

“You thought I didn't notice? Oh, I saw every single look that he gave you. Every. Single. One. And trust me, he won't be doing it again, nor anybody else.”

You didn’t know what to say but all you could feel right now is his warmth against you, hitting your body in every way possible. You could practically feel his breath hitting your face at how close his face was. He deeply stared at you and you tried to look anywhere except his eyes, tensing up at how he was staring at you.

His eyes held all types of emotions you couldn’t catch. But the emotions went away as he quickly snapped back into reality.

“Oh god…” He backed away from you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologized and shook his head, lowering his head.

“I’ll just go…” You mumbled.

You walked to the door, opening it. But before you leave, you turn to him.

“Rhys.” You said.

His head was still lowered on the floor but turned his head towards you. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Thank you.” You blissfully smiled and walked out.

—

“What? No way chica.” Georgina laughed from the bench after you explained to her about the meeting incident with the client.

You and Georgina were sitting on the bench at night, waiting for the bus since surprisingly, there’s no cabs this time. It was unusual since this is a bustling city. 

“I mean, seriously though, how did Rhys came to you and offered you The Secretary Position. I mean you are… you. You’re too sweet for this company, you need something nice and simple, not this.”

“What... I mean, I don’t know…”

“I think Mr. Moneybags likes you.”

“What? No–”

Georgina grabbed both of your hands with hers. “Yes he does. I bet he has a big dick.”

“Oh my god, stop. you’re grossing me out.” You tried to get out of her grip but she just pulled your hands closer.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you never fantasized about the Big Time CEO with his big co-” 

“Ladies!” A voice heard behind you both spoke that caused you and Georgina to startle.

Turning around, you saw Rhys with the same expression as usual walking towards you.

“The dickhead is here.” Georgina whispered to you but then she first replied, “Hey, Mr. Waldorf. Y/n and I are just waiting for the bus.”

You shyly waved at Rhys and he gave you a soft glance in return and uttered, “It’s late.”

“Yeah, well… kind of unusual for there to not be any cabs.” Georgina said.

“Nonsense.”

The moment he said that, you heard the bus come around the street, making the three of you turn your attention to the bus.

“Oh and look at that, the bus is finally here. Let’s go Y/n.” She stood up, making you stand up as well. 

“Actually wait.” Rhys stopped the two of you.

“I will be taking Y/n home by myself, but enjoy your night Miss Clark.” He spoke, his tone was more of an insistence than a suggestion.

“What?” Is all Georgina could say, in confusion.

“Oh, ummm.” You looked over to her but brought your eyes back to Rhys, 

“Okay, sure I guess.”

Without wasting any time, Rhys firmly grabbed your wrist and led you to an expensive-looking car. You looked over to Georgina and saw her looking at you with a shocked face. She quietly mouthed, ‘What the fuck?’

You just shrugged in confusion but then you heard the back door of his car open. You nervously get in the backseat as he watches you, and it doesn’t take long for him to follow you behind and sit beside you.

“Where to, Mr. Waldorf?” The man sitting on the driver’s seat asked.

“Home.”

—

Sitting on the backseat, the whole time you kept your eyes on the car windows, looking at the mesmerizing skyscrapers and avoiding the fact that your boss is sitting next to you. The car ride is full of silence, not a single word uttered. 

But Rhys’ quick glances he gives you the entire car ride made you completely self-aware, causing you to fidget with your fingers and keep your gaze on the window, pretending to not notice his glances to you. Those glances were the loudest silences.

Another glance.

You suddenly hear him say, “Y/n?”

You turned your head to him and gave him a smile as a response.

He bends closer to the passenger seat and picks up a bottle of champagne from a bucket that’s filled with ice cubes and 2 glasses that’s fit for champagne.

“Champagne?”

You give him a confused look. “What are we celebrating?” You asked. “Aren’t champagne usually for celebrating? Your question ran a mile.

“Well, luckily, I have got some new clients who came in today. So I decided we should celebrate, just you and me.” He gave you one of those rare smiles he doesn’t often show.

That’s impossible. You don’t recall any clients coming in after the incident that recently happened today. And how would they make a deal that quickly in just one day without any meetings…?

“But Rhys… we never arranged any type of meeting with anybody and you never told me that new clients already came in?”

“Yes, that’s true. I did everything by myself, very quickly.”

What?

“And you made a deal with them?”

“Of course, why would I be celebrating then?”

You found yourself at a loss for words, growing more confused by the second. However, your attention was captured as he effortlessly popped the champagne bottle like a soda, skillfully pouring the sparkling liquid into the waiting champagne glass. The room filled with the delightful sound of fizz.

He pointed his finger at your window, “Oh Y/n, look at those cute little birds.”

You shifted your attention to the window as soon as he spoke, but there were no birds in sight. When you turned back, you caught Rhys discreetly slipping something into his pocket, followed by a friendly smile as he handed you the glass.

Your confusion escalated, looking down, you saw a pinch of shade white in your champagne sinking down but completely forgot about it when Rhys raised his glass.

“To Waldorf Enterprises.” 

“To Waldorf Enterprises,” You repeated after him, raising the glass in a toast and clinking it against his solitary glass.

“Mr. Waldorf,” The man driving blissfully said.

“Yes, Vanya?”

The driver who appeared to be named ‘Vanya’ spoke, “Would you like to hear a joke? I think Miss Y/n would like this one, just like how you like it.”

Rhys fell silent, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “No Vanya, thank you.” Rhys playfully replied. “I don’t want to hear your joke for the hundredth time already, and Miss Y/n would not like to hear it either.”

“I wanna hear the joke.” You curiously said. Rhys didn’t say anything further and let Vanya say his thing.

“Okay so, why don't skeletons fight each other?”

“Why?”

“They don't have the guts!”

Vanya bursts out laughing from his seat. An awkward smile formed in your face, you slowly looked at Rhys. He was looking down on his lap, wanting to just disappear. You laughed along with Vanya but started to feel suddenly dizzy. “Great joke, Vanya.” You said, your voice getting lower as your head started to hurt.

“See, Mr. Waldorf? She loves it, I know she does.” Vanya humbly said.

Rhys turned to your side, he noticed your eyes growing increasingly blurry. He watched intently as you began to move uncontrollably and let out pained groans. In a swift and skillful motion, he managed to catch the champagne glass just as it slipped from your grasp, its strong taste lingering in the air.

As you let out small pained groans, everything seemed to be blurry all of the sudden. You noticed Rhys didn’t have a concern or any other type of emotion on his face but rather stayed still and eyed you carefully, his eyes getting darker but in a strangely satisfying manner.

“Rhys…” You mumbled, grasping onto the door handle for support.

“Shhh, why don’t you just rest?” You allowed him to slowly lean your head on his shoulder. Your body couldn’t react to anything, letting out another groan against his shoulder.

Rhys brought his coat closer to your body, providing some warmth, but the heat from his proximity was already overwhelming you since you got in the car. "Rhys, what's happening?" You asked, your voice filled with weariness. Slowly, your eyes gently closed as you rested your head upon his shoulder.

And the last thing you heard.

“Sleep well.”

—

You slowly opened your eyes, they were met with a grand and mysterious-looking room, it’s darkness holding an allure. You look around and the first thing that hits you is the pain on your brain, causing you to groan. 

You tried to move yourself, only for your back to hit a soft headboard. Finally gaining your consciousness, you noticed that your hands were tied up on the corners of the headboard. You instantly tried to break through but it was too tight on your wrists.

As you were confused about everything, you saw a man standing in front of a wall, facing a fine large artwork. His gaze was completely on the artwork, not moving an inch. You confusingly looked at him but recognized him from his broad shoulders, it was your first time seeing him without his jacket suit.

“Rhys?”

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe... a controversial masterpiece that challenges societal norms and provokes thought. Painted by Édouard Manet in 1863.” He turned to your direction and started to walk slowly towards you.

“It depicts,” He turned aside to look at the artwork, a whiskey held in his hand. “A scene of a nude woman in the company of fully clothed men, enjoying a picnic in a forest.”

He continued his walk to you. You weren’t sure what was happening, until it hit you. The car ride, the joke, the champagne. No way that he… drugged you…

“Rhys, what did-”

“This unconventional composition and the juxtaposition of the nude figure with the clothed individuals caused a scandal when it was first exhibited.” He stood in front of you, his eyes held the same emotions you saw before in his office after the ‘incident’ while speaking in the most passionate tone you’ve ever known to man, you assumed he was talking about the artwork.

You noticed that he held such a calm expression, unbothered by everything around him, and the fact that he didn’t just drug you in his car.

“Manet's bold brushstrokes and vibrant colors bring the scene to life, inviting us to question our preconceived notions of decency and propriety.” He glanced at the artwork for the last time.You just sat there, looking at him in fear while trying slowly to get out of the ribbons.

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe,” He looked back at you, a twinge of annoyance strikes him when he sees you trying to pull yourself but failing each time but he remains calm.

“Challenges the viewer to confront their own biases and explore the complex relationship between art, society, and perception. It remains a thought-provoking work that continues to captivate and inspire discussions about art and its role in shaping our understanding of the world.”

And all of that ‘rambling’ coming out of his mouth, you didn’t understand a single word he said. But rather focused on freeing yourself from the tangled ribbons.

“What are you saying- and get these off-” You exclaimed, pulling the ribbons harder with your wrists.

You whimpered in frustration, feeling utterly defeated as the tight grip of the ribbons refused to relent. Each attempt to escape proves futile, leaving you with no choice but to release heavy breaths of resignation, acknowledging the overwhelming power of the entangled ribbons.

“Are you done?”

You could only manage to nod your head, looking down to save some of your pride while your mind swirling with a multitude of unanswered questions. Did he drug you? Your boss? And tied you in whatever this is? Is this his bedroom? So many questions ran through your mind, it felt like you had stumbled into a twisted maze of uncertainty, his maze.

“I understand how you’re feeling right now, Y/n.” He nonchalantly placed the glass of whiskey on the nightstand.

‘No you don’t..’ Is what you wanted to say.

“But I want you to know, you have nothing to worry about, as long as you don't attempt anything foolish or reckless. Your safety is important to me, so let's keep things smart and sensible.”

You took a heavy breath, steadying yourself to find anything around the room to escape.

“Today at the board meeting, witnessing that man’s behavior towards you,” He looked away from you, a flicker of anger crossed his face as images of the man flashed through his mind, another suffocating frustration slowly building up. “I’ll make sure that will never happen again.”

He sat on the bed with you, his back facing you but he turned around to you, leaning in closer to you, his breath almost hitting your face. “So I decided you should stay here, I mean, I was planning later on but it seems like this can’t wait.”

“What- What do you… mean?” You asked nervously, your body tensing up, eyes widening with fear rather than confusion as you hear those chilling words escape his lips. Once again, to pull the ribbons with your wrists. In return, letting out another whimper. 

“I’m sorry that I’ll have to keep you here. But you’re too pure and innocent. I’m scared that this world will break you. I’m only protecting you.”

“But-”

“Shhh,” He whispered, softly placing his finger on your chapped lips. “I don’t want to hear another word. I’m doing this for your own sake. Now you don’t have to work, I’ll take care of everything for you.” He said, his voice was low and commanding.

He bent closer to your face, his face inching towards yours. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to look anywhere else besides his eyes. He knew your predicament of bashfulness but he ignored it, rather using it to mark his words properly for you. “I know that you won’t escape, I know that you won’t disappoint me, afterall, you’re my…”

He paused, “My…” his voice catching in his throat, as if the weight of his unspoken words held him captive. For a brief moment, he looked down, gathering his thoughts and summoning the courage to continue. With a subtle clearing of his throat, he lifted his gaze to meet yours once more.

“If you’re angry, you can let it out on me, you know that right?”

You didn’t say anything and kept avoiding his eyes that stared into yours, you found his toned chest the only thing you can keep your eyes on.

You knew he was lying. The champagnes, it was all of a set up and an act of performance of him to drug you and keep you here. No client makes a deal in one day. 

“Scream, shout, cry, spit, anything you want. But you have to know one thing, I can’t let you out, you must stay with me.” He tilted his head down to reach your eyes that were looking at his chest, you finally locked eyes with him. “Would you do that for me?” He asked, eagerly waiting for your response.

You simply nodded.

He knitted his eyebrows together and sighed. “Why are you so scared of me? You should know that I would never hurt you, and that I would rather die than to lay a finger or harm a single hair on you.”

When he moved away a bit, you saw the door. It was far but it’s the only way you can escape from this madman. He slowly untied the ribbon as he spoke, “I want you to promise me that you won’t escape.”

“I promise.”

He resisted the urge to let a smug smirk form on his face, his voice filled with a confident tone as he untied the other ribbon. “You know Y/n, a promise is a whispered oath, a fragile thread that weaves trust, a bond forged in the heart's crucible, a commitment that echoes through the ages.”

And again, you didn't understand a word he said. Your focus solely on the relief of being able to rest your arms. As he tossed the ribbons onto the master bed, he made his way towards a large wardrobe. You stood up, your eyes fixated on the door.

This is your chance. He’s busy with whatever he’s searching in the wardrobe, all you need to do is just run to the door and escape. But of course, no powerful and smart man like Rhys was dumb. He wouldn’t just keep the door unlocked, that still didn’t stop you from wanting to try.

You realized you wasted your time on thinking when Rhys came back to you, clothes held in his hand.

“Here.” He handed you a garment that resembled women's clothing. You looked at him with concern in your eyes, but he reassured you with a slight smile, “Trust me, it’s not what you think, not in the slightest.”

He walked backwards and turned around, giving you space for you to change. You gazed at the door as you unbuttoned your silky blouse, thoughts running in your head.

Okay, this is really your chance, you just need to be real sneaky.

‘Walk real slow, open the door, run and never look back.’

You slowly and surely walk sideways, trying not to make any creaks on the dark wooden floor. Rhys’ back was still facing you, so you kept on going.

You made subtle movements with the clothes to avoid arousing suspicion. you found yourself close to the door. Deciding to take a risk, you broke step number one and made a daring run for it, pushing the door open with all your might and...

A whole new level of fear rang through your body when the door refused to open, realizing how bad you messed up.

 You slowly turned your head to Rhys, you saw him turned aside to you. A calm but disappointed expression you could see right through him. You gulped and reluctantly removed your hands from the door handle.

“Rhys I…” 

He turned fully to you and walked toward you, a soft smile forming on his face. “Promises are the sweetest lies, aren’t they?”

Your back hits the wooden door. “Rhys, I- I can explain!”

He scoffed in a wide smile and extended his arm, silently inviting you to lean into his embrace. You silently complied, allowing his arm to gently drape over your shoulder.

He begins to guide you to the bed, his grip on your side shoulder firm yet strangely gentle. You thought he was going to get extremely angry and shout but no, he bent down his head to reach yours. His touch gentle as he traced his fingers along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake.

You became rigid at his unexpected touch. It seemed like the affection moves he always pulls on you became his signature. He sat you next to him on the bed. Suddenly, he smiled once more and pulled you to a hug that fastly trailed your body with his warmth.

“I would never hurt you…” He whispered, pulling you even more tight.

You felt Rhys lean over and heard a sound of a drawer being opened, “But I have to do this.”

“What are you-” You immediately let out a silent scream on his shoulder when you felt a sharp pain on your neck.

Looking over, you saw a needle injection going right through your neck. You begin to struggle in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But that seems to only grip you even more closer and tighter.

You screamed once again, tears started forming in your eyes. You tried to push him away only for him to lean you down on the bed. “Y/n, Y/n, listen to me, listen-” He exclaimed, getting strands of hair away from your face as you screamed and sobbed louder because of the strong pain and grip he wasn’t planning on letting go.

“Let go of me-” You cried out. 

You effortlessly hit Rhy’s shoulders with your hands to give him pain as well but he remained unfazed, neither him nor his body reacting to the forceful blows you delivered on his shoulder. As if he was made out of stone, hard and cold stone.

“My dear Y/n, listen to me. It’s okay, it’s okay. The injection would only make you fall asleep, I promise you.”

“Let go..” Your cries escalated, making your head hit the pillow hard.

Rhys heavily sighed as if he was a mother whose baby couldn’t stop crying in the middle of the night. He removed the needle from your neck after swiftly injecting it and placed it on the nightstand. Gently, he laid beside you and pulled you closer to his chest. 

He held you tightly the more you struggled, his embrace providing a sense of security amidst your struggles. He softly shushed you and kissed your head to calm you down. He was not annoyed, but rather felt a sense of weariness in dealing with your outburst. Yet, deep down, he had to see this coming but still reminded himself that this was for your own good. It’s true, this was for your own good.

But when he loosened his tight grip when you stopped kicking, thinking you finally stopped. You managed to give him a push and roll over the bed, making you fall down on the floor. You mewled but quickly stood up and ran, only for you to fall down again on your stomach because of the effects of the injection that’s quickly hitting in.

“Y/n!” He got off of the bed, rushing towards you. He turned you over on your back by your waist with his hand. “Please Y/n, I’m not meaning to hurt you. I’m doing what’s best for you.” With each word, his voice was filled with tenderness. 

“Get away from me!” You silently screamed. You kicked him, over and over again. But it was useless, he was too strong to even respond to your baby kicks against his overpowering strength. He grabbed your leg to prevent kicking any further and slid you closer to him with your leg. Despite your struggles, Rhy’s voice softened.

“Please, just let me explain," He pleaded, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know it's hard to trust right now, but I promise I'll do everything I can to make you feel safe and secure.”

You let your head hit the floor and cover your face with your hands as tears streamed down your face. 

“Y/n…” He tried to remove your hands but you only pulled away in response. 

After wasting all of your energy and breaths on struggling, the injection begins to hit further. You feel your mind getting dizzy, as well as your eyes. A drowsy sensation washed over you. You remove your hands from your wet teary face and grip tightly on Rhy’s dress shirt for support. You almost drifted on his chest but managed to keep your eyes open for a moment.

Rhys felt relaxation hit his body when you stopped struggling. But on the other hand, your sensation was overwhelming. Slowly, the pain began to subside, replaced by a strange heaviness that settled in your limbs. Your eyelids grew increasingly heavier than before, along with your thoughts becoming hazy, and the world around you faded into a blur. Rhys touched your hand that’s been gripping his dress shirt, feeling your skin.

Before you drifted off, unaware of what awaited you upon awakening. You heard him say…

“You’re safe with me, and only me.”

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Baby, if you keep those tantrums up to Rhys, he would literally snap. Be careful.

He's so goofy, silly lil man.

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Karlach x Shadowheart x NB!Reader

Tags: contains spoilers abt Shadowheart's real name and her arc, reader is a tiefling and has two tails bc who wouldn't want two tails just to keep wrapped around your gfs, reader may or may not be the child of a devil, depends on what I wrote ofc. Giving Karlach a different ending bc she deserves it, slight major character death, fluff, tiny bit of angst sprinkled in bc I do love my angst/comfort

Requested: yes or no

This one is super long and I don't regret a thing, I love Karlach and Shadowheart

You had managed to get to Baldur's Gate, finally leaving the shadow-cursed lands and healing said shadow lands. You had been roaming around the large city with Karlach and Shadowheart, your girlfriends. You had managed to pick a fight with a mother superior of Shar, the same one who had supposedly 'saved' Shadowheart. After that battle, Shadowheart found her parents and learned her real name and decided to free them despite the curse staying. You had asked her if she wanted to be called Shadowheart still or if you could call her Jenevelle, her real name. She gave you and Karlach the freedom to call her either, saying she didn't mind the way her real name fell off your tongue, with a blush on her cheeks and tips of her ears. "Love, are you alright?" Shadowheart asked and you blinked and looked at her. "Sorry, just thinking about the past few days," you said with a sheepish smile. "What are you thinking about?" Karlach asked and you looked at her. "Helping you two, how I got so lucky to have both of you in my life. I've been thinking of something though, running it by Gale and even Elminster," you said and they looked at you curiously. "What is it?" Karlach asked. "Well, when you were yelling at me after Gortash died and asked if I had a Wish spell stored in my pack, it got me thinking. What if I didn't need so much as a Wish spell to give you heart, than some fine-tuned necromantic rituals? We faced Balthazar who was a necromancer and I kept his notes, we found a Chosen of Myrkul and I killed him, but also kept his notes. I could kill you, temporarily, remove your engine and put a heart into your chest and revive you either with a scroll of revivify or the spell or with the necromancy rituals," you said and looked away from the two of them, scared of what they might say. "You really wanna do those rituals that kill other people just for one person?" Karlach said. "I wouldn't be killing anyone Karlach," you said and she scoffed. "That's the whole point of these rituals. I can't believe you'd actually kill an innocent person and rip their heart out," Karlach said. "Karlach, let them finish," Shadowheart said gently. "No, I don't want some butchered innocent's heart inside me," Karlach said and you stood up and walked off, your tails dragging along the floor, indicating your feelings you didn't want to show. You walked over to Gale and Elminster and gave them a sad smile, walking through the portal to the tower Elminster let you so graciously use. You threw yourself into your research, why? Well Karlach's anger and emptiness after killing Gortash ruined you and you knew she deserved better.

"Tymora, Kelemvor, Jergal, please let this ritual work. I can't lose her," you sighed, wiping away a stray tear. "Hell, if you have an inspiration to give on how to fix it Gond, I'll take it," you muttered, speaking to the gods to see if they could even help a tiny bit. An idea then popped into your head and you went back through the portal. You walked over to Mizora who looked at you. "What can I do for you, Two-Tails?" Mizora asked with a smile. "Take me to Avernus," you said and she rose an eyebrow. "Why?" Mizora asked curiously. "I need to meet someone, you'll know when we get there but only you will know," you said and she smiled. "Very well," Mizora said and grabbed your hand, teleporting you both to Avernus. Your wings forced themselves out of hiding from inside your back and your tails became forked at the ends. "You...," Mizora was speechless. "The only thing I could conceal about my true heritage was my wings and the forked part of my tails. I couldn't figure out how to conceal one of them so I just said I was born with two tails and don't know why," you said and Mizora nodded. "Who is your devilish parent?" Mizora asked. "Glasya, the Archdevil of Malbolge and daughter of Asmodeus," you replied and her eyes widened. "My liege I did not-" "Don't bow Mizora. I, like my mother, have a thing for subtlety," you said and she nodded. "I wish to meet Zariel and see her infernal engine blueprint," you said and Mizora nodded, flapping her wings. "Let's go then," Mizora said and you both took flight. You reached the Bronze Citadel and walked to where Zariel was sitting on her throne. There she sat, the archangel turned archdevil. Her bald head with a halo of flame, black feathery wings with red ends, glowing orange eyes and a flail for an arm. "Archdevil Zariel, Lord of Avernus," you said and she looked at you. "If it isn't Glasya's spawn," Zariel smiled. "I'd like to see your infernal engine blueprints," you said and she nodded and snapped her fingers, the blueprints appearing in her hand. "Here you are," Zariel said and you walked up to her and took the blueprints. "Thank you Zariel. I guess this is payment for me giving you the soul of one of my friends," you said and she smiled. "He will make a fine killer of devils, demons and fiends," Zariel smiled. "I have to return topside, but do keep in touch," you said and gave her a two finger salute before Mizora teleported you both back to camp. "Thanks Mizora," you said and she smiled. "Of course, I live to serve, and well, you keep the surprises coming Pup, I do enjoy them," Mizora said with a grin. "You reek of Avernus, why did you go there?" Wyll asked. "I had some business there Wyll, don't worry, I only stole some things I forgot to steal in the House of Hope," you lied and he nodded.

You then made your way back to the tower and looked over the infernal engine blueprints. "These aren't even meant for people, what the hells Zariel? You put a smaller hellfire engine inside Karlach?" You spoke to yourself out loud. You then looked at the blueprints for an upgraded version of the smaller hellfire engine and noticed whoever made it, wrote it in Primordial. Zariel only spoke Infernal, Abyssal and Celestial, but you chose to learn as many languages as you could. You immediately grabbed all the infernal iron and enriched infernal iron and got to work making the new hellfire engine. After spending several hours on creating the engine you finished it. Turning it on and seeing how it works in the Material Plane. You put your hand on it, it felt warm but not as hot as the Hells, it could work here on the Material Plane and even in the Hells. You smiled widely, you'd done it. You found a cure for Karlach! You turned the engine off and grabbed it, walking to the portal and were back at camp. "I thought you'd be cooped up in that mage's tower for the entire day Pup. Did it work?" Mizora asked. "It did...wait where's Karlach?" You asked, now not seeing your girlfriend. "She said she needed to think things over and went somewhere, said she'd be back later," Mizora said and you nodded sadly. You walked over to the little dock in your camp and sat down with a sigh. You heard a portal open and felt a familiar presence. You turned your head and a smile broke out onto your face. You quickly got up, placing the hellfire engine on the ground. "Mom!" You smiled and hugged her. "Hello my dear," Glasya smiled as she hugged you back. "I heard you went to Avernus, what for?" Glasya asked. "You read my letters? How I found love in two people? One of them is Zariel's old agent, Karlach. I went to Avernus for the blueprints on her infernal engine. Turns out it's a smaller version of a hellfire engine. But whoever made the designs made an upgraded one that can operate on the Material Plane without overheating and wrote it in Primordial, I created it and it works," you said happily and Glasya smiled. "I knew you could do it, little liege," Glasya smiled, brushing her fingers through your hair. "Thanks Mom, I've missed you, so much," you said and she nodded. "I missed you too, have you told anyone of your heritage? Aside from Mizora," Glasya asked and you frowned and shook your head. "No, we've run into Raphael and everyone hated and didn't trust him. I killed him of course, but how could I tell them I'm a devil? Karlach's been used and abused by an archdevil, Wyll was forced to take a deal from a devil to save a city. I can't tell them, they'd hate me, I'd be alone again," you said with a sad sigh. "I see, but what if they don't?" Glasya said and you shrugged. "Well, I hope once you do tell them, let me meet your lovers," Glasya said and you nodded with a smile. "I will," you said and she smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. "I have to return to Malbolge, but keep in touch okay?" Glasya said and you nodded. "I will Mom, I love you," you said and she smiled. "I love you too little liege, try not to cause too much chaos okay?" Glasya said and you nodded. She then teleported back to Malbolge and you sighed.

"Your mother is a devil?" You heard and turned to see Karlach. "She is," you said and looked down nervously. "Why didn't you tell me?" Karlach asked. "I didn't want you to hate me, or kill me. You went through enough pain with Zariel and Mizora, I didn't want to add on to that with you knowing I was a devil. So I hid my devilish heritage as best I could, except for my tails. I could only make them not forked," you said, playing with one of your tails out of anxiousness. "What's that?" Karlach asked, pointing to the hellfire engine. "Oh, I paid Zariel a visit, asked her for the infernal engine blueprints. She gave them to me freely, but whoever wrote em wrote the upgraded version in Primordial and I was able to make and test it. It works on the Material Plane without overheating," you said and held it. "I wanted to find a cure for you, at any cost because....because I love you so much it hurts me sometimes Karlach. I want to live with you and Jenevelle, wherever that may be and just..be happy with both of you," you said and Karlach smiled, tears streaming down her face. "It really works?" Karlach asked and you nodded. "We'd have to go back to Avernus to safely take out that old engine so it doesn't blow up upon removal," you said and Karlach frowned. "Or we could go to my mom's domain, to her fortress Osseia. I know it's the Sixth Layer of Baator but we'd be safe there," you said and she nodded. "Can Jenevelle come with us?" Karlach asked. "Of course she can, Jen, I know you're lurking around the corner. C'mon," you said and she walked over to you two. "I can never hide from you can I?" Shadowheart smiled. "Mizora, my favorite manipulative bitch, I need your assistance, darling," you said and Mizora walked over to you. "You called my liege?" Mizora said and I smiled. "We are going to Malbolge, to Osseia. I need your assistance in transporting this hellfire engine and my two loves along with me there," you said and she nodded. "Of course my liege," Mizora said with a smile. "Quit with the 'liege' shit I never liked it," you groaned and she giggled.

Mizora and you teleported Shadowheart, Karlach, the hellfire engine and yourselves to Osseia in Malbolge. "At kg qaddqx qaxfx! usw gio ryioftd gioy qibxyz (Oh my little liege! And you brought your lovers)!" Glasya said excitedly in Abyssal. "Kik, Xy sxxw di znadlt dni txqqpayx xsfasxz, nussu txqj (Mom, I need to switch two hellfire engines, wanna help)?" You asked in Abyssal and her smile widened. "Of course I wanna help! Come come," Glasya said excitedly and motioned you all to follow her. You arrived in your research room and you noticed everything was clean but still in the same spot. "I kept it the same when you left, I've been keeping it clean too," Glasya said and you smiled at her. "Thanks Kik (Mom)," you said and she nodded. "Karlach, lay down over here," Glasya said and Karlach looked at you then at Glasya. "How do you know who I am?" Karlach asked. "Y/N told me of course, and of you Shadowheart," Glasya smiled. "Karlach, sweetheart, we unfortunately have to temporarily have you dead while we take out your engine," Glasya said and Karlach nodded slowly. "Don't worry, you're in the best hands, four of them in fact. My little liege is well versed in all types of magic, the little bookworm that they are. They've even had a visit from a Chosen from one of the death gods, the god commended them for their work!" Glasya said with a proud smile. "Kik (Mom)," you groaned and she looked at you. "What? Am I not allowed to brag about my child to your lovers?" Glasya said and you sighed, a blush dusting your cheeks and ears. "Karlach, love, would you like a painless death?" You asked and looked at her. "Yes, you'll bring me back after it's installed right?" Karlach asked. "Of course I will," you said and walked over to her. You gently cupped her cheek and kissed her. "Ah, the literal and classic kiss of death," Glasya said as Karlach peacefully and quickly died. Your eyes and hands glowed green as you grabbed hold of Karlach's soul. "Kidtxy (Mother), can you hold her soul?" You asked and she nodded and grabbed hold of Karlach's soul. You precisely and quickly opened her chest up and commanded the engine to shut off and removed it. You then grabbed the upgraded engine and put it in her chest, commanding it to turn on. It glowed and started up, running smoothly and without any complications. You then magically closed Karlach's chest without leaving scars and nodded to your mother. Karlach's soul was put back in her body and she stirred awake. "Hello love," you smiled and she opened her eyes with a smile. "How do you feel?" You asked. "Better, not overwhelmingly hot," Karlach said as she sat up. "It worked....it worked! You did it!" Karlach said with a laugh. "The only time those flames of yours change colors is the same as it was with your old engine," you said with a smile. "O-Oh," Karlach said, a dark red blush on her cheeks as some flames exited out of the vent holes in her arms. "I do hope I'll be invited for a nxwwasf (wedding) soon," Glasya said, looking at you expectantly. Your ears and cheeks went red, your tails wagging slightly. "Kik (Mom)!" You said embarrassedly and she looked at you. "I'm serious, little liege. I expect a pxn fyusweawz (few grandkids) too," Glasya said and you nodded. "I know, but, we have a-" "Illithid issue I know. I meant after you take care of that blasted thing," Glasya said and you nodded. "I know. Uhm, Jen, Karla, can you go get Mizora?" You said and they nodded and left the room. Once they left you quickly pulled out two small boxes. "I planned on proposing to both of them sometime this week," you said and Glasya smiled. "Oh, they're beautiful! You made them of course, I know your metalwork and jewelry making anywhere," Glasya said and you nodded, quickly putting the boxes back into your pocket. "Marrying them in Baator will make their souls bound to you, they'll become ageless," Glasya said and you nodded. "I know, but that's their decision," you said and she nodded.

Once back at camp, you led the three of them to a nearby rooftop as the sun was rising. "I wanted to do this now, because I know we may not have much time left but I hope we have years to spend together. When I met you both, you both captivated me, I definitely fell in love with both of you at first sight. I want to make you both happy, to love you both, for as long as you'll let me. So, I ask the both of you this: will you marry me?" You said as you got down on one knee, taking out both boxes and opening the boxes to reveal the rings. "Yes!" Karlach said happily. "Are you joking? Of course I will!" Shadowheart smiled. You stood up, slipping the rings on their fingers and kissing both of them. "How long have you been planning this?" Shadowheart asked. "A couple weeks," you said with a smile. "I do want you both to know, if you get married to me in Baator, your souls will be bound to me as mine will be to yours and you will become ageless," you said and they nodded. "It's an option for our marriage but we can get married here, and in Baator or just here or just Baator," you said and they nodded. "I want to spend my life with you, if I can become ageless to spend an eternity with you, then I'll do it," Shadowheart said and you smiled. "You took the words out of my mouth Jen," Karlach said and you smiled. Your tails wrapped around Karlach's tail and Shadowheart's arm as you smiled at the two of them. "I love you both, no matter what may come. Be it Sharrans for your head as a sacrifice Jenevelle, or whatever people we piss off Karlach, I wouldn't change it for anything," you said and they smiled. "I love you too Y/N," they both said, kissing your cheeks.

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If I'm allowed to ask for another request could I possibly ask for a sebastian sallow X reader?

Where in the heat of a battle against ashwinders one almost hit seb with crucio bur the reader pushes him out the the way taking the hit and falls to the floor screaming in pain, sebastian goes full panic mode and quickly finished off the rest and ashwinders then rushed the reader to the infirmary and while they lay in bed the two finally confess their feelings to one another?

Heat of the Moment (Sebastian Sallow x Reader)

A/N: That title gave the Supernatural fan in me violent flashbacks.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, slight mentions of throwing up.

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The battle was like any other, really. It started the usual way, Seb and I stumbling across one of their pop up camps and deciding within seconds to annihilate them all without hesitation. In all honesty I had hoped with Rookwood dead and Harlow in Askaban that the Ashwinders would fizzled themselves out by now. Alas, some of these stains on humanity are very, very stubborn.

"Bombarda!" I hear Sebastian yell, quickly followed by the sounds of an explosion and a man screaming. Meanwhile I was taking out the last Ashwinder, using my ancient magic to smash them into the ground like a rag doll.

When the freak in the bowler hat was sufficiently dead, I turned to Sebastian. The grin on my face dropped within milliseconds as I saw him walking towards me. His beaming, cheeky smile told me that he had no idea of the group of three ashwinders that had appeared behind him.

The next few moments went in slow motion, feeling like an eternity yet having no time. Knowing words would not be enough, I lunged at Sebastian as the first crackle of red left the tip of the ashwinder's wand.

My hand found purchase on Sebastians shoulder, and using my momentum I swung myself around him. I had just placed myself between him and the ashwinder when the tendrils of the curse grab onto me, lighting every fiber of my being on fire.

One second, Sebastian was there in my grasp- the fall air was chilled and smelled of leaves and fire from the camp. The next, there was nothing but white hot pain- and the feeling of my soul being flayed to bits.

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Sebastian's POV

I watched Y/n in amazement as she lifted the last ashwinder in the air, and proceeded to throw them into the ground. Once, twice, a third time- they were most certainly dead at this point- a fourth, and a fifth and final time.

As the bag of bones that had only a second ago been a person falls to rest on the forest floor, y/n turns to me grinning. I approach them, a warm feeling spreading in my chest. They were so powerful, truly like a modern god/goddess. And they were mine.

Well, not really mine. Yet. We were just friends, but-

The grin drops from their face as their eyes look past me. Within a second they lunge at me, flinging themselves behind me and turning me around in the process. It doesn't take me long to realize, 3 more ashwinders had been sneaking up on me.

Y/n's eyes dull, and they begin to scream. Their screams quickly grow quiet as they obliterate their throat. Vomit rushes into the back of my throat at the hollow thud that comes from the sound of their body hitting the dirt.

All at once I see red, and nothing but.

My eyes are pryed off of the love of my life writhing on the forest floor, finding the monster infront of me.

Like a man possessed, I had no control over my actions. My anger mastered my actions- a voice that was my own but darker escaped my mouth.

"Imperio!"

The face of the man who had been torturing Y/n wipes clean of its evil grin, and turns to his companions quickly killing them. I had been tempted to make the Ashwinder kill himself, but I knew that I would rather be the one to do it, "Diffindo!"

The man began bleeding out profusely.

"Incendio!"

The man lights up like lava. I let the man scream in agony for a moment, before ending it all with a single flick of my wand.

Turning to look at Y/n, I see them laying unconscious on the forest floor, shivering. Their body jerks in minut convulsions as the echo of the curse ricochets within them. Once again feeling the bile rising up, I fight off the feeling and kneel beside them intending to lift them.

The sound of gurgling with each breath becomes clearer as I kneel closer to their level, and I notice the small bit of blood bubbling from between their lips. Suddenly, the bile wins the fight; I twist around, falling down to my hands and knees as the contents of my stomach empties themselves.

I pant, wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my robe, and crawl back over to my friend. Shoving my hands under their fragile body, I lift them.

"It's alright, you'll be alright." My voice doesn't sound so sure, and I have a feeling they can't hear me anyway. My heart aches as I look down at them, and realize all at once that my reassurances weren't for them, they were for me. I wasn't about to lose the love of my life before I could tell them what they meant to me.

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Y/n's Pov

It's funny, the way it feels sometimes when you wake up from a dreamless sleep. Like you just begin existing out of the void- a conscious built from darkness.

That's what it felt like when I woke up, that I was nothing. Then suddenly, voices.

"Mr. Sallow, it's been 3 days. I urge you to go back to class."

"With all possible respect due, Nurse Blainey: no."

"Mr. Sallow-"

"Ma'am, I will go throw myself down the nearest flight of stairs to injure myself if I have to. I. Am. Staying."

There's a sigh, "Fine, Mr. Sallow. I must say, as much as I feel you should be focusing on your education, your dedication to your friend is admirable." Soft footsteps move away, and a door closes in the distance.

I gain, or I suppose regain, control of my body. Willing my eyes open, I see Sebastian sitting in a chair next to my bed. He looked tired, staring off into space at things that weren't there. His pallid face brought the dark circles under his eyes into stark contrast.

"Seb?" My voice sounds more like a croak, startling myself.

His eyes turn to me, and he practically flings himself onto his knees to kneel beside the bed. His hand finds mine, quickly holding it up to his mouth like a prayer.

His voice is low and gravelly, he had clearly been crying, "Y/n, love. You're awake. I thought- Merlins sake I thought I lost you. I thought-" His shoulders shake and he begins to sob.

"Seb, it's okay."

"No, Y/n! It not okay! I thought you were going to die in my arms before I even got the chance to tell you that-" his voice wavers a bit but he continues, "Before I got the chance to tell you I am madly in love with you. There is not a single thing in this world that means more to me than you do. I would die- no. I would kill for you. I would burn down this entire fucking world for you. You are the only thing that matters to me, and I thought that you would die a violent death as I held you."

I slip my hand out of Sebastians grasp and slide it up against his cheek, and like an unconscious thought, his eyes flutter closed and he leans into my palm.

"I'm here Sebastian, I'm alive and I've heard you. You are what keeps me going after everything. To say I love you feels like a trivial thing compared to what I feel, but there are no proper words for it. So, I love you."

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[peachymilkandcream]

Levi sneaks aphrodisiacs in her food. After sometime she starts feeling needy for him but doesn't understand why. She feels very guilty and ashamed for feeling that way about him. She tries very hard to control herself but can't take it anymore and begs Levi to fuck her. Levi fucks her infront of a mirror, making her watch how much she is enjoying it. He also manipulates and gaslights her during it, telling her that she secretly wants him but is too stubborn to admit it. After the deed is done, she feels very guilty but his words start getting to her, and she thinks maybe he is right. That makes her feel even worse.

Levi x Evelyn -> Submit To Me

(A/N: This, this right here, yes yes yes)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi thoroughly read the label of the bottle he had bought, he wanted to be sure there would be no accidents or side effects that could hurt her. Satisfied when there was none, he promptly dosed it out and poured it over her food, then waiting at their table of two for her. She was required to sit with him for all of the meals he was present for, always prim and proper with recently applied makeup. He was the lord of his home and she would treat him as such.

Soon Evelyn came in and took her seat, but she didn't dare to eat before he did. She knew the punishment would be a swift beating and then going to bed hungry. Although some nights he admits he didn't have to make her go all night without eating simply because he got busy and forgot to.

"Good evening Evelyn, you look lovely tonight." He picked up his fork and started eating, she did in fact look lovely. She always did to him.

Evelyn follows suit, muttering a simple. "Thank you Levi."

He tried to eat, he did, he would need the energy, but he was more focused on watching her to make sure she had every single bite.

Eventually he just gave up, tossing his fork onto his plate. "I'm not hungry. Continue without me, I'll be upstairs. "

Evelyn starts to rise to follow but he motions for her just to sit. "Relax, finish your meal, I don't need to fuck you right now." Without another word he leaves the room, silently hoping all goes well.

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Evelyn tried to get comfortable, she was reading downstairs, avoiding going up to Levi for as long as possible. The separation actually kind of enjoyable. What she couldn't place though is why no matter what she did she felt uncomfortable, she felt too warm, the press of her thighs together too sensitive. Heat pooled in her core, and she couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering. Thoughts of previous nights spent with Levi, of how his body looked, but as quickly as the thoughts came she cursed them. This man was her abuser, he hurt her time and time again, thinking of those moments of abuse with longing was disgusting.

When she finally went upstairs to meet him he was undressing for his bath, she willed herself not to look at his body. A pang of desire licked up her thighs regardless, but she couldn't just give into these terrible needs. She doesn't understand it, she's never felt this before, she's never wanted him like this before.

Even after he goes into the bath she feels the need for him, shamefully resorting to touching herself. But it didn't feel good, it didn't feel like enough, she never knew how to touch herself properly, and all it did was make her want him more.

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By the time midnight rolled around she couldn't take it anymore, the curve of him into her back, the press of his dick into her ass, it just made it worse and worse. The fire was burning, she needed him, she just needed him to stop it for once.

Slowly she shakes him awake. "Levi...?"

He rolls over with a groan, his grip tightening on her. "What is it? What do you want?"

She hesitates, unsure of how to say it. "I...I need you..."

"You what?" The darkness hides his devilish grin. "what do you need?"

"I don't know what it is- I'm so- I'm so turned on right now and I need you- please just fuck me- please-"

Levi doesn't say much until he gets up, grabbing matches and lighting a few candles. She can't see much of what he's doing until he slides a full length mirror to the front of the bed, she looks at herself in the mirror, surprised to see her curious yet aroused expression.

"What's this for-?"

He comes back to the bed and sits behind her, look at her through the mirror. "I want you to watch. Watch as I fuck you and you like it."He pulls her to her hands and knees, crouching behind her.

Pleasure explodes in her as he pushes a finger into her dripping pussy, "My you really were ready for me..." He pulls his finger out and puts it fully in his mouth all at once, eyes rolling back. "Fuck you taste so sweet..."

She whines. "I need more, please Levi..."

Levi raises a brow before pushing his full length into her, making her writhe and moan under his strong body. "There you go, watch me, you like it, you know you like it, you know all you want is to be fucked senseless by your husband, you're just too stubborn. And while I love your fire and spark, you're just hurting yourself by denying what it is you want..."

Her mind is half drunk on pleasure. "What is it I want.."

"To be dominated body and soul, to submit to your husband and be nothing but the bearer of my children, my personal toy to fuck. You want to be held like this every night and pounded senseless." His hips slam into hers, making her breasts sway and bounce, the sight is so vulgar she starts to lower her head, but he grabs he chin and makes her look back at herself. "I said watch."

Evelyn watches herself, each thrust making her mind numb with pleasure. She just needed to cum so bad, the thought made her squeeze around him.

"Tell me, tell me it feels good, tell me you like it."

"I love it Levi- I love it- please don't stop-"

Levi growls in his throat, pulling her back towards him harder. "Good girl, just take it. Let go of that pride of yours and just accept it, accept that only I can make you feel good. Does my sweet girl want to cum?"

She nods her head, throat dry from moaning. "Mm- yes Levi-"

"Then be good and cum for me like the needy bitch you are." He slams into her hard, throwing her over the edge as they both climax together.

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Levi smiles at Evelyn after he cleans them both up, kissing her forehead before getting under the covers with her. "Good night my sweet."

Even after he rolls over and his breathing evens out Evelyn remains awake. In her mind she replays the events and his words. The heat had finally died down but his words stuck with her. She didn't know what it was that caused her to have such a reaction, maybe it really was him. Maybe she really did desire him and it was just her being stubborn. That alone made her stomach churn, she was confused as to whether or not she should be hating him or if it was all in her head. The thought kept her up late into the night.

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Hii can you do anything fluff related to V from devil May cry 5?? If not it’s okay!

(I'm not experienced with writing for characters from the original Devil May Cry series, BUT, I'll make an exception for this one).

Pancakes:

Warnings: none, just pure fluff (domestic fluff? Maybe), can be interpreted as romantic or platonic.

7:30 am. Early morning. You never expected at any point in your life that you would be waking up this early, but here you are; in the kitchen of Devil May Cry, wearing the same oversized shirt you wore to bed, and making pancakes for a certain goth that likes to get up at 8 o'clock on the dot.

You thought you might as well spoil V since he has been working hard lately, fighting demons to help the twins keep the lights in the shop running and still managing to make time for you.

Such a gentle poetic goth.

You had just finished pouring in the next batch of pancakes when you felt lithe arms wrap around you gently, V's chin resting on your shoulder.

"Pancakes? You sure do know how to sweetly spoil a man." V said, his voice still that same deep and sultry voice that recites poetry during battle even when it's laced with tiredness.

All you did was giggle, shaking you head slightly. "Damn, I wanted it to be a surprise, V." You playfully said, flipping the pancakes over. V buried his head into the crook of your shoulder, taking deep, gentle breaths. "Forgive me, my curiosity got the better of me when I noticed you were out of bed earlier then normal." He mumbled, taking another breath before speaking again:

"To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

I thank you, Y/N, for all the care that you have given me."

You giggled, putting a hand over V's and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Anytime V. Anytime."

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[chrissyc86]

hey love! I loved you account but I don't know if your requests are open... but if they are; do you think she can do an eddie x reader where she ends up forgetting his birthday? or contrary 🫶🏻

(Little Authors Note…)

Thank you so much!! My requests are certainly open!!

I’ve been very sick this past week which is why there haven’t been any updates on Tumblr or, Wattpad, but I’m feeling better so I’ll get to it!

I’ve also gotten a request for a Robin x Reader one-shot which I am also working on, but I will start this request as well^^

I suppose by forgetting his birthday you want a bit of angst?? If I got that wrong let me know!!

But I’ll get to work ;)

Thank you again, and I love you all🫶

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[untitled5071]

yo idk if you're still taking requests but could you write a smth about Lisa taking the creature to see a ballet. i had this realization that the creature died before Tchaikovsky was even born and i think it's criminal that he never heard of the nutcracker, swan lake or even the 1812 Overture (where Tchaikovsky used actual cannons 💀). it could be any of his ballets btw ^_^

You had me at Tchaikovsky, I played violin for ten years and he's one of my favorite composers, though I've never seen one of his ballets, a mistake I'll have to rectify soon. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

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It was a gift for both of them, really.

As a general rule, they were very big on date nights; every day they were together was bliss, but they loved finding new things to experience together, new ways to celebrate the strange second chance at life they were given.

Luckily for them, the smallish city they had settled in after Brookview offered a plethora of activities, from checking out different restaurants, going ice skating in the winter and having picnics in the park in the summer to walking around different craft fairs and farmer’s markets to examine the wares of local artisans.

They thoroughly enjoyed every endeavor as long as they did it together, but by far one of their favorite things to do was attending concerts and dances, their shared love of music and dressing up for special occasions making those dates extra meaningful.

So when Lisa surprised her husband with two tickets to a traveling ballet troupe’s production of Swan Lake, neither could contain their excitement at the thought of the upcoming event.

Creature had discovered Tchaicovsky’s work after he had found a book of sheet music in a thrift store while they were shopping for new clothes, and he had spent the next several days learning as many of the pieces he could on the keyboard Lisa had bought him for their anniversary. The sound wasn’t nearly as good as it would have been on a proper grand piano, but it sufficed, his talent overcompensating for the poor quality of the instrument. Lisa loved to dance to it, and when the event was announced, she knew it would make the perfect date night for the two of them.

But first, they had to get ready.

They stood together in front of the cracked mirror in their rented apartment (Lisa insisted it stay that way, since it ‘reminded her of old times’), Lisa applying a pale shade of foundation to cover her more stubborn burn scars and her husband adjusting the lapels of his suit jacket, humming one of Tchaikovsky’s more nationalistic works-a piece called “Marche Slav”-to himself as he went. Lisa joined in, and though the rhythm was mostly wrong, her husband beamed and sent a praising smile her way.

She caught his eyes, and neither of them could resist leaning in for a kiss, one of those several they already had and would continue to share that day, just like every day since Lisa's resurrection.

They parted from their kiss, and Lisa giggled when she realized some of her foundation had rubbed off on her husband's chin, and she reached out to wipe it away with a thumb, cupping his cheek as she did so.

“I don't think that's really your shade, honey.”

Her husband smiled, holding his hand on Lisa's to keep her there for a moment before releasing her and letting her continue her cover-up job.

Normally they wouldn’t bother; they were both proud of the physical quirks that came with being the living dead and city folk had a tendency to overlook things. But since they were going to be out with the refined public, they both chose outfits that would cover their more….inhuman traits, with Lisa donning a long black velvet dress and opera gloves, and Creature opting for sleeves that covered the stitches on his right wrist and a hairstyle that covered his left ear.

Once they deemed themselves ready, they posed in front of the mirror, Lisa taking a picture with a Polaroid camera she had purchased second hand at a flea market. She waited for it to develop before hanging it up on the designated photo wall in their miniscule living room, covered floor to ceiling in polaroids from different date nights over the years, their smiling faces looking down on them from all angles, all reminiscent of other nights spent enjoying each other's company.

Like the others, this night promised to be a wonderful one.

Neither of them felt particularly hungry at that moment (a consequence of being undead and also their pre-show excitement) so they walked to the theater with Lisa hanging off of Creature's arm, the two giggling and speculating about what they were about to see all the while.

The lobby of the theater was crowded, and the couple clutched each other close as they shuffled their way through the mass of bodies. They skipped the massive drink line and the somehow longer one for the women's restroom, and they presented their tickets to the usher, who showed them to their seats.

They were at the front of the balcony, and Creature helped his wife into her seat like a proper gentleman before he took his own, and he leaned into her space as they read the same program, their heads resting together as they looked over the extensive list of performer and crew names.

Lisa looked up at her husband, a twinkle in her eyes.

“It looks like we're in for quite the treat tonight.”

Creature smiled back, nuzzling his nose against hers briefly.

“Any night we spend together is a treat, my love. This one just comes with a show.”

Lisa giggled, but she didn't have time to respond before the lights dimmed and the first round of applause started, which both of them joined. The curtain rose on the stage to reveal a yard outside of a castle where a grand party was taking place, numerous dancers moving to Tchaikovsky’s jovial score in perfect sync. Lisa ‘ooh’ed quietly under her breath, and Creature’s heart swelled as his wife scooted up in her chair slightly, wanting to be closer to the performance.

The festivities continued, the prince was given his weapon and as he ran into the woods after the flock of swans, Lisa rested her head on her husband's shoulder, lacing their arms together as they settled in to enjoy the rest of the performance.

As expected, the music was impeccable and the dancing was breathtaking, and by the time the titular waltz began and the enchanted swan maidens began their graceful steps, both undead lovers were fully entranced in what they were seeing, their full attention turned towards the stage, though Creature did keep sneaking glances at the hidden orchestra pit and wondering what it would take to be a part of one.

Before they knew it, the show ended, the dancers receiving well-earned and rapturous applause during their final bows. Lisa and Creature were on their feet with the rest of the audience, and when the crowd began to disperse, they sank back into the plush red armchairs of the theater while they waited for the waves of people to leave and make their own exit easier.

And, as they usually did to pass the time, they talked.

Creature immediately launched into a passionate tirade about the orchestration and skill of the people tasked with delivering it, throwing around musical terms Lisa didn't fully understand but nodded along enthusiastically to anyway, delighted to hear that her husband had adopted her penchant for passionate ramblings.

“--and the violins in the Allegro giusto were absolutely phenomenal, the dynamics were–what’s wrong, Dove? You're thinking so loud I can practically hear it.”

Lisa chuckled distractedly, falling silent for a moment and staring at the stage. He ducked his head down to hers and placed a finger under her chin to turn her gaze his way, but all worry about what she was pondering over dissipated as she blurted out,

“Would you still love me if I was turned into a swan?”

He couldn't help it; the bluntness of her farcical statement made him chuckle, and the adorable pinch of her eyebrows wasn't helping matters. He pulled her close, holding her to him and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Of course I would, darling, I would love you in any form. If you were turned into a swan I would move to the lakeside so you could swim happily, and I would read you poetry as you did. I'd help you chase away anyone you wanted to terrorize–because let's be honest, my love, you would be an absolute menace–I would find you the best things to eat that you could still digest and, if that still wasn't enough, I would find a way to get myself turned into a swan too so we could be together that way, since I never wish to be apart from you, regardless of the measures I would have to take to do so.”

Lisa watched him deliver his impassioned answer with wide and lovestruck eyes, and the last words were barely out of his mouth before her lips were on his, and she was kissing him with an endless gratitude and adoration.

And of course, he reciprocated in kind.

By the time they parted the crowd has mostly cleared out, giving them an unobstructed path towards the exit. Creature got up first, stretching a bit before offering his arm to Lisa with a wink and a fond smile.

“Shall we go, my dearest? I do believe there is a warm bed waiting for us at home, as well as a keyboard that is dying to be played.”

Lisa blushed and took his offered limb, slipping her arm in the crook of his and leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Lead the way, honey.”

They left together, still linked by their arms and chatting quietly amongst themselves as they continued to absorb the wonderful experience they had just had.

As they passed under the lights of the theater marquee and turned in the direction of home, Creature leaned down and kissed Lisa's cheek, savoring the blush that blossomed across his wife’s face.

“What was that for?”

He smiled, his eyes soft and tender.

“I just wanted to thank you for this night, my beloved Lisa. I'll never forget it, as with all of the time we spend together.”

She hummed affectionately and squeezed his arm tighter as they strode down the city street in tandem.

“No, thank you, darling. I can't wait to see what we do for the next one.”

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Midnight Cravings

Miguel O’Hara x Pregnant Reader

Summary: Your craving for sweets is crazy during your pregnancy. But Miguel being the caring father and husband he is only allows you to eat healthy.

Needed one more day for Chapter Two of “El Destino.” To apologize here is a sweet and funny one-shot.

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You leaned on the kitchen counter happily enjoying the day as you pop another piece of chocolate candy into your mouth. Being only in your first semester, you were slightly surprised by how big your bump has gotten. A chuckle escaped your throat by the thought of being surprised when your husband was a giant himself. At least compared to you.

Before you could pop another sweet candy in your mouth, the bag was snatched away from you.

“Heyy! Give that back!” Your lips quiver, tears threaten to come out as you stare up at your husband.

“No cariño. These chocolates aren’t healthy for you and the baby. If you’re hungry I made you some healthy snacks to munch on.” With his other hand he opened the fridge and grabbed a container putting it in front of you.

“But Miggy.” You whined as you kept up the sad act. Miguel dumped the candy into the trash. He walked to you and pulled you into a loving embrace. He took your chin and lifted it towards him as he leaned down to give you a sweet kiss.

“I hate seeing you this way. But it’s best to eat healthy so you and our baby get all the right nutrients.”

“I know. But the craving for sweets can be so strong sometimes and I can’t help myself. It annoys me that you won’t let me indulge. But I know your looking out for me and the baby and I love you for that. I’ll try to be better.” You go on your toes to give him another kiss, which he gladly accepts.

“Thank you for understanding, mi amor. I have to go to HQ for a bit. But please call me on the watch if you need anything. I’ll be right over. See you in a bit.” He kissed you again before fiddling with his watch to open a portal. He turns around to look at you one more time before going into the portal.

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During the rest of the day, now hitting nighttime you busied yourself with some tv, laundry, and yoga. You tried to eat some of the snacks, but every time you took a bite of fruit or vegetable your tastebuds begged something sweet to grace your tongue.

Sadly the only candy you had was taken from you by your husband. You grumbled to yourself about your husband. You loved him to the moon and back, but it wasn’t fair that he wouldn’t let you indulge your cravings.

It was starting to get late as a yawn escaped from you. Miguel wouldn’t be back for a few more hours. Since the beginning of your pregnancy, Miguel doesn’t go into work until noon to either get chores done or spend a late morning with you.

You got ready for bed and got yourself comfortable in between the covers. As soon as your head hits the pillow your mind drifts off into dreamland.

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You woke up to a semi-silent room. Only the soft snores of your husband filling the room. You turn to see the clock on the side of your bed. It was half past 1. Turning to the other side, you smile at the peaceful state your husband was in. Your heart filled with joy when he was able to get a good nights rest.

A small groan left your lips as the sudden craving for something sweet rushed over you. You gently moved your husband’s arm from around you and replaced it with a pillow, hoping he wouldn’t wake up and notice your absence.

After a careful scare of him slightly moving, worried he woke up you tip toed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You went towards the freezer as you remembered there was a tub of mint chip ice cream.

You grabbed a spoon and take a huge scoop, quickly putting it into your mouth. The contrast of the cold treat in your warm mouth was comforting. A moan escaped from your lips from how delicious this ice cream was. So distracted by munching on your treat you didn’t notice the figure standing behind you.

Your body jumped slightly when you felt arms wrap around your waist. You internally groan as your husband had woken up. God damn him for being a light sleeper.

“Amor, what are you doing in the kitchen so late?”

“Eating ice cream.” Your worlds muffled by the spoon in your mouth. You felt his head rest on your shoulder as he left a few kisses on your neck. You felt him sigh.

“Your not going to stop are you?”

“Nope!” Another muffled reply from you. You stopped stuffing your face and slightly turn your head to look at him. You place your hand on his cheek.

“But I promise to still eat healthy and minimize my cravings.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” Miguel kissed you on the lips. “Mint chip. My favorite.” He hummed in between kisses, which made you chuckle.

“Mine too.” You added placing one last kiss on his lips.

“Cariño, who is giving you these sweets?” He asked. You internally groan as you wouldn’t be able to lie to him.

“Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr.” You say quietly hoping he doesn’t hear, but the ‘I’m going to murder those three,’ smile appears on his face. You chuckle at his reaction to your response. You just hoped those kids would see the next day after Miguel was done with them.

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Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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[dyrehound]

THIS IS CRAZY TO ME!

TIER REWARD: OPEN DRAWING/WRITING REQUESTS???

whether ur here for the homestuck dirkjohn... the apocalypsestuck... the homestuck ponies, the othe rhomestuck..... the rare stolitz.... ? IDC I LOVE YOU SO MUCH???

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[melody22222]

hi honey, can you make a yandere actor with a reader that is not famous, he is really pretty and the reader starts to suffer atacks for not being "pretty enough for him", she is already insecure and wants to break up but he is too much in love and obsessed with her for let it that happenss so he goes on public to stop the attacks, but he ends up saying things like, if she asks him he would abandon his career in a second and other stuffs and even the public realizes his obssesion.

INSECURE

Yandere male actor x Insecure Fem!reader

A/N: OMG I died while making this, it was so much fun. Don't mind Zane here, he's just a silly lil boo boo bubblegum Chihuahua with silly lil thoughts.

I've been getting so many requests, it's making me scream IN HAPPINESS. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU OMG *HUGS* You guys all my honey lil bum bums. I'll write all the requests you guys sent me.

Word count: 4.3k

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This is the fifth time you locked yourself in your luxurious and soothing bathroom in one evening, the atmosphere here was calm, away from the bodyguards and maids that were outside the bedroom minding their business.

You were laying on the soft and comfy rug that was on the bathroom floor. The bathroom is extremely clean, not a smudge of dirtiness. Red eyes appeared as your tears dried, you just wanted all this to go away.

When you entered the luxurious limo 2 hours ago, you just wanted to go home. You and your boyfriend were invited to The Oscars, and you wished you could go back in time and never went to The Oscars with him.

Yes, The Oscars.

Your boyfriend is a famous Hollywood actor, a very famous actor. Everybody around the world loves him, fangirls over him, even stalks him. It was insane. The paparazzis were the most insane ones, they even stalked you and your boyfriend had to beat up 4 men.

It really was insane.

The mass amount of actors in the Oscars there were far more accustomed to this lifestyle than you. Which was intimidating, to say the least. Especially the female actors, all perfectly dolled up with their spouses. Not to mention, the expensive and heavenly perfumes and colognes mixing up together. It made you want to hide behind your boyfriend and use his body to hide from everyone.

The image of the cameras that was mostly pointed at you and men in their Tuxedos and girls in their gorgeous dresses made you want to just disappear. It was hard to not compare yourself, you spent hours trying to find the perfect dress to fit in with your boyfriend and every time you looked at yourself in the mirror, you changed into a different dress.

Cycle repeats.

And yet, even with all your hard work, you still felt out of place. Tensing up at the hundred passing stares and biting grins of condescension as you stood next to your overly charismatic significant other.

As you were tracing your fingers on the rug, playing with it, completely isolating yourself from the world. You heard a knock on the door from outside.

“Sweetheart?” You heard a voice outside questioned. “Are you in there?”

You stopped tracing your fingers on the rug and eyes slightly widened, but you stayed silent.

He’s back. When the Oscars were finally finished and everybody was going home including you, your boyfriend went to the studio or whatever they call it where they film scenes, continuing to film a scene while you waited for him at home. And all that time you had, you spent most of the time in the bathroom crying and refusing to eat your maid’s cooking.

You lifted yourself from the ground and turned your head towards the door. You didn’t want him to know you are in here for half an hour wiping your tears from your red eyes and isolating yourself.

You tried not making a sound and stayed still, hoping maybe he would think that you are not in there but of course, that was a dumb move since you currently locked the door and hid in the master bedroom’s bathroom that was yours and your significant other’s bedroom.

“What are you doing in there? C’mon, let me in.” He grumbled, pressing against the door.

“I want to be alone, I-” You struggled to find the right words to convince him to go away.  “I don’t want you to see me, Zane.”

He fell silent, keeping his hand upon the door handle, his eyes fixed on the door.

“And why is that, baby?”

“I…I just…” You stammered. Panic surged through your chest as you desperately tried to come up with a way to get him to leave you alone, even just for a moment to make yourself presentable.

“C’mon sweetheart, it's just me. I promise I won’t make fun of you or anything, just open this damn door sweetheart.” Zane raddled the handle, pounding on the door.

“No- I-" You shouted, still struggling to find the right words.

Annoyed at how stubborn you were, he let out a small grunt. He tried banging on the door once more, and pulling on it hard enough to make the hinges creak. You worried if he pulled the door any more forcefully, he might rip the entire door from its hinges.

“Dorota told me you’ve been there for almost an hour and refused to eat anything. C’mon baby, what’s wrong? If you don’t open the door, I’ll force my way in there.” Zane impatiently replied.

He began pulling and pounding on the door lightly, he would pound on it roughly to scare you so you could open the door, but he'll decide to do that later on if you still kept your stubborn mode on.

“Oh m- okay okay okay, stop! I’ll open the door.” You panicked.

“I’m not leaving until you do.” He said coldly, he was serious. He’d stand there all day if that’s what it took.

“Fine...” You muttered. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, revealing your boyfriend. You saw his figure but refused to look up, he was wearing a white dress shirt that is slightly unbuttoned with black pants.

You turned away and let him pull you to the large basins, gently lifting your chin. You flinch slightly as he turns your head, his gaze meeting your tear-streaked face. You felt like a mess, but he didn’t seem to change expression as you stared back.

“Now, you going to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart? Or do I have to find out by myself?”

You feel his cold fingers against your cheeks, his fingers feeling your dried tears that went unnoticed by him.

“I just don’t feel good…” You said with a hint of quaver in your voice. You settle against the low counter, fidgeting. 

“Of course you don’t feel good, you haven’t eaten anything.” He took the pieces of hair that was on your face and brought them on the back of your ear.

You shake your head, “No…it’s not that…I just-”

“Then? You know that I can't magically read your mind. And why the hell are you locking yourself in the bathroom from time to time?” He lightly scolds. There was some tenderness in the tone of his voice as he bluntly but curiously spoke, gazing at you calmly.

You sighed and began to look anywhere except at your boyfriend’s look. You looked down at his toned chest. “I just feel…I just feel…ridiculous.” 

You gripped on the edge countertop, turning away from the man.

“Did you see how all those cameras were pointed at me, all of them. And did you see how everybody was staring at me? I looked so stupid, standing next to you, in front of all those.. those people that I didn't belong with. All of them are probably laughing at me right now.” 

Your tears renewing in your eyes as you turned your head to the mirror, ready to roll down your cheek. You were on the verge of tears again countless times today but you fought them. You can’t cry, not in front of your boyfriend. But then it happened, that burning sensation on your nose, tears blurring your vision. Your face scrunched up, and the sound of your cries made you feel even smaller in front of him.

You put a hand on your mouth as you cried, you turned your head away from the mirror and lowered your head. You didn’t want to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

 Out of nowhere, Zane grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, letting you ugly cry on his chest and making his dress shirt slightly wet with your tears.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He whispered in such a gentle and understanding tone that you didn't expect to come out of him first. Zane pushes your chin up, lifting you to face him. “How could you ever, ever, compare yourself to those…people?”

You looked at him with your teary eyes, he brought your face back to his chest and kissed the top of your head. You buried yourself in the soft fabric of his dress shirt, your nostrils hitting by his intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne. It eased the tension in your body. He starts stroking your hair gently, smelling it and sighing in awe. “Sweetheart, why would you ever wanna be like those people who live their entire life being fake?"

You were shocked at how he insulted the popular and famous actors, and his fans. You whimpered on his chest, “Isn't that what you wanted? I mean… how else am I supposed to show up when I meet your fans?” You mumbled.

“I brought you there because I wanted to thank you in front of everybody, and to let them meet you."

You snuggled your head more on his chest, finding solace but you let his words sink in.

“And those people and all of those cameras…" He chuckled and pointed his finger on the side, referring to the people in The Oscars. "They couldn't take their eyes off of you it's because you were the most captivating thing in that room." He spoke with an amusement grin.

“No Zane, no…You don’t get it, everybody hates me. Everybody loves you and when they heard the news that you are dating me, they all went madly insane.”

Your boyfriend told you to never look at comments from people, but you still did it anyway. One glance on social media about you, your heart dropped. They are all hate and degrading comments, not a single nice comment was written about you. 

“They are all hating me and sending me death threats! I just can’t do this anymore.”

“What…?” Your boyfriend went dead silent.

“Yes, all of them! They are all threatening me. Zane…”

You went a bit silent as well before saying the most heart-wrenching words.

“I want to break up.”

Zane let go of you, letting your words sink in. 

“No…no, fucking no. Are you seriously ending this because of people on the internet? Who the fuck cares of what they think?” He puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes your tears, “Baby, please don’t do this.”

“I’m so scared, Zane. I can’t, I’m so sorry. I lov-” You whimpered

He cuts you off,

“No! I will protect you, I will. Please don’t tell me you are ending us because of the public…” 

“Zane…” You look at him in the eyes and shake your head.

He backed away and widened his eyes, “Honey, you are not breaking up with me because of the public, I’m not letting you go.” He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“Za-”

“I would end my career if that's what it takes to stay with you. You are not breaking up with me” His anger is rising as it frightens you. 

“You know what?” He lets go of you again and opens the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” You asked, scared at his anger and what he would do next. But instead, you watch him walk towards the bed, taking his phone that was lying on the bed in his hands. You heard him say, “Come here.”

You stood at the bathroom door, not moving an inch. You were terrified how he turned rough with you. You didn’t know what to do.

“Come here!” he said again, raising his voice this time.

You quickly flinched and walked slowly towards him. You were swiftly pulled by your arm, easily getting dragged to the chairs that were in the bedroom.

“Zane, stop!! You’re hurting me!.” You cried on how he was bruising your arm. With brute force, your boyfriend threw you at the armchair, he sat on the other armchair that was beside.

You were breathing so fast, looking at him horrified. You watched him again, opening his phone. He opened instagram, clicking on the plus sign top left.

“Zane…Please don’t do what I think you’re doing.”

Zane ignored you and clicked the ‘go live’ button. 

“Zane-” 

You tried snatching the phone from his hand, he immediately grabbed your wrist, twisting it a little.

You let out a scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He let go of your wrist and glared at you deadly in the eyes. You grabbed your own wrist, trying to remove the pain that he just caused but the more you message it, the more pain you felt. Your breathing hitched and whimpered as you felt defeated.

Zane looked back at his phone, a lot of people began joining in the live. You were thankful for the least that the live didn't show your body, only a little though. 

You heard Zane say, “You know guys, today I came back from the studio and guess what?” Zane laughed, “My beautiful lovely girl was crying in the bathroom.”

“Zane-” You looked at him as your hand was still on the damaged wrist.

Zane gave you that deadly glare again, signaling you to keep your mouth shut. You decided to shut up and looked down, trying to avoid his glare that just gave you shivers down your spine. Zane turned his head back to the phone.

“She was crying because you guys were what? Giving her threats? Telling her to break up with me or you’ll find her and kill her?” Zane laughed and shaked his head, looking down. 

He was talking in such a playful and mischievous tone. You thought he was laughing at you but you realize that he was amused by his own fans, he was laughing at them instead.

He crosses his legs and places his arm on top of the couch chair and sighs softly. “She told me that we should break up because of everything you guys have been telling her.” He looks at the floor a little then at the spamming chat.

“So if me or my darling here,” He looks at you and mischievously smiles, caresses your cheek that made you flinch a little before continuing, “ever catch a comment, or a picture, or a video about her one more fucking time. I’ll end my career.”

“Zane!” You stood up, being fed up with him.

“Sit down.” He said in a warning tone. “I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

You followed his order, sitting back down again on the armchair. You brought your hands on your face, not wanting to deal with this anymore.

He continued, “I’d rather stay with my amazing, kind, and captivating future-wife here than having some such discourteous, underdeveloped, out-of-date, and cock-sucking so-called ‘fans’.”

What the hell did he just say?

Your eyes widened at what he just said, no way he just said that…to his fans? You removed your hands from your face and looked away from him, mouth wide as hell. You gripped on the armchair. You looked back at him again, he still held a playful expression but a little more blunt this time.

“That’s all I had to say.” He smiles and winks at the camera before closing it.

He closes the live, shutting the phone and throwing it on the coffee table. “Well, that’s out of our way now.” He says as he stands up.

“Zane, what the hell did you just do? Why would you-”

He cuts you off, like he always does whenever he hears something he doesn’t like.

“Shhhh, I don’t want to hear another word about this, I’m exhausted. I’ll go take a quick shower, wait for me.” 

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You are lying on your bed, processing what the hell just happened. You still hear water running in the bathroom, guess he’s still showering. After 15 minutes, you heard the bathroom door open.

You glanced up and saw Zane wrapped in a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and water dripping down his body. He looked at you and smiled, you looked down on your thighs, not wanting to meet his eyes. You wanted to ask him countless questions, but you knew how that would end up.

 “Hi baby, Oh I missed you.” He came closer towards the side of your bed, bending over a little and planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Give me a second, darling.”

He walks around the bedroom, heading towards the wardrobe, he casually opens it. 

You look up at his clothes in the wardrobe, especially the suits. Images of the men and women in the Oscars started to flash in your mind again, you closed your eyes and sighed.

You opened your eyes and saw him wearing sweatpants, how the hell did he change so quickly? You knew you were also going to change his good mood but you can’t hold it anymore.

What did he mean by he will end his career? Your heart dropped when he said that, it’s been worrying you ever since he got in the shower. You didn’t want to be the reason that he’ll throw his life apart just for you. This is his life.

“Zane, why did you-”

“Have you told Dorota to bring your food?”

He cuts you off, just like how he always does. He never listens to you, he never did.

“Zane, please!” You almost cried at how he always doesn’t let you finish your sentences.

“I’ll tell Dorota to bring your food.” He ignores you again and goes to the bedroom door, opening it slightly, 

“Dorota!” 

He shouts, not too loud but enough for the noise to go downstairs. You heard footsteps approaching, “Yes, Mr Astor?” you hear your maid’s polish accent.

“Could you please bring Miss Y/n’s food, she seems a bit tense today. She’s so silly.”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. Bastard.

“Yes, Mr Astor, right away…”

You saw him nod at her slightly and walk to his desk. You kept staring at him with your arms crossed. He sits on his desk and glances at you, he sees your poker face staring directly at him. He tilts his head a bit and blissfully smiles, “You look so cute when you are mad.” 

You rolled your eyes again, “I’m not eating anything.” The moment you said that, the door opened wide, revealing your maid with a tray that’s filled with delicious food. The smell of the food came all the way to your nostrils, you wanted to devour it but if you did, then your boyfriend wins. You couldn’t let that happen.

Dorota walks to your bedside and places the tray on the bed. While your boyfriend was busy with papers, Dorota took her chance. She hits you slightly on the shoulder

“He loves you, Miss Y/n. Give him a chance.” She bends over to you and a little and whispers.

“He’s going to sacrifice his career for me. If I broke up with him he would end his career just to be with me.” You look up at her and whisper back.

Dorota puts her hands on her cheeks and shakes her head slightly. “Then he truly does love you, why can’t you see it? That never happened to me. Oh my god, Miss Y/n.” She places her hand on her chest sarcastically, “You’re so difficult.”

“I’m not difficult he’s-” You realized that you were whispering loudly, enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly. You glanced at Zane, you saw him already looking at the two of you with an amused grin, his eyebrows slightly raised, his pen hanging loosely in his hand. Your maid looks at where you’re looking, she immediately clears her throat.

You look at her, “Great, now he heard us…” You whisper slowly and quietly this time.

“Are you crazy?” You hissed.

“I don’t know.”

She raises up, walking to the door. Zane was still looking at both of you, amusement not leaving his face.

“Eat well, Miss Y/n.”

She closes the door behind her. Zane stands up and walks to the bed, he moves on the bed, right in the middle. He takes the laptop from his nightstand and opens it. You were still staring at him with a poker face, he just gave you a soft smile. 

“I’m not eating that.”

After a few moments, you hear your favorite cartoon, coming right out of the laptop. He places the laptop in front of you on the bed and takes the tray, placing it on his lap.

He picks up the spoon, “Open up, darling.” Zane orders. He holds the spoon to your lips, waiting.

You turn your head away.

Zane hums a bit, “Alright, I see how it is. Here comes the airplane~”

You widen your eyes, embarrassment growing inside of you. Zane clears his throat and looks down, pressing his lips together and trying his best to not laugh. You decided to open your mouth, eyes still widen.

"At this point, I should buy you some diapers." Zane raises his head and laughs loudly.

You pull yourself away from the food and slide a little down on the bed, annoyed. The cartoon was playing on the laptop so you watched that.

Zane sighs in amusement, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry darling, but you have to eat. You just sit back down and relax, I’ll take care of you. Open up your mouth again.”

He brought the delicious soup onto your lips again, you sip it this time, making him smile.

“Sweetheart, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You don’t understand how much I love you, how much I adore you, and how much I need you. Today, seeing you wanting to end things with me, it hurted me so much.” He gripped on the spoon handle and sighed again, all the amusement gone. He was serious this time.

You didn’t know what to say, you looked down.

“I just…everybody is against me, Zane. And you saying that you’ll end your career so you could be with me is unbelievable. I’m just…not that pretty and good enough for you.”

“Y/n stop. What’s up with all this nonsense? You’re more than enough, you are my everything. How could you not see it, baby? How could you not see how fucking mesmerizing you are. And you know what? Fuck the Oscar that I’ve received, fuck the acting, fuck all of that. I don’t care about all that, I just want and need you, sweetheart. Why can’t you see that?”

He places the tray on the side. He bends closer to your face, shifting his warm hands to cup your cheeks, “And You’re so beautiful baby. How could you speak to yourself like that? Stop listening to these low life people who do nothing except commenting on who’s pretty and who’s not pretty.”

You bit and suck your finger tip a little, nervous. You watch him get out of the bed and stands up, 

“Come here, stand up.” 

You followed his order, unsure of what he’s going to do. He takes your hands and leads you to the massive mirror on the corner. He stands behind you.

“Look at yourself sweetheart, look how fucking ethereal you are.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, your breathing hitches as he looks at you through the mirror. “Your beauty is so hypnotizing. Honestly, do you think I won’t kill the bastards who look at you in the wrong way?”

You smile at hearing that, thinking he’s just being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t you understand how many times I’ve had the urge to just rip off the men whenever I go out with you, even just from today at the Oscars.” He licked his lips, curling his hand on your waist. He seemed to be…nervous. “I wanted to take those cameras and just fucking break them on the floor. I wanted to gouge their eyes out at how they were staring at you, I'd cut their arms and hands with a chainsaw from just touching you slightly!"

You looked at him through the mirror, finally removing your eyes from the floor. He stared within your eyes as if he was inspecting every inch of you, as if he was exploring the very essence of your soul and body. The lust and crave in his eyes started to make you worried.

“You captivate every room and place you go into, and it drives me insane.” He didn’t notice your shaking hands as he continued, “I hate how people can hear you laugh, sit beside you and feel your warmth. I hate it so fucking much. They do not deserve the smile and the feelings you give them.”

You shifted uncomfortably as he leaned on your neck, kissing it. There was a suffocating desire in his chest to paint his claim violently upon your body in this room right now, outside full of maids and guards.

You didn’t know what to say to his confession…

“You’re such an angel baby. Stop being so hard to yourself and actually realize how fucking alluring you are. You do not deserve to lift a finger, you are too pretty for that. So stop this silly nonsense and let’s go back to bed.”

He brings you back to the bed, he takes the tray again on his lap as you sit beside him. He brings the laptop to your lap.You hold his hand and smile at him. He tenses up a little at your unexpected action but smiles back at you and kisses your forehead softly.

“Now come on, Open up.” 

You grinned and rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. But next time, I’m feeding you.”

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod surely.

“I’m looking forward to it then.” He says as he brings the spoon on your lips, you took another bite while your eyes were focused on your favorite cartoon.

He takes your damaged wrist that was still hurting you a bit, “Does your wrist still hurt, baby?”

“A little.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He says as he kisses your wrist and caresses it back and forth.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled softly. 

He puts your head on his shoulder as you watch the cartoon. You felt safe, away from everybody who saddened you. He’ll protect you, he’ll stand alone with you while everyone is against you if that’s what it takes.

That’s how much he loves you.

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STOP OMG. ZANE is such a girly girl, you both should def see a Barbie movie. Btw, can you both pls adopt me🫶?

#fluff #male yandere #romance #yandere #oneshot #drabble #angst #yandere x reader #yandere core #smut #soft yandere #oneshot requests #light angst #slow burn #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere oc

[skyraven180]

HEY!!

hi, y’all I’ve got into trolls band together and it’s…AMAZING, so im getting into the fandoms.

(Characters from my top 3 fandoms I will and want to do oneshots/headcannons on)

TADC

Ragatha

Zooble

Pomni

Jax

Gangle

One Piece

Luffy

Robin

Nami

Zoro

Sanji

TBT

Poppy

Val

Trollex

Floyd

Clay

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Will take requests in comments!!💗

#tbt #tadc #the amazing digital circus #one piece #trolls movie #trolls band together #request #oneshot requests

[cinemastyles-blog]

Baked with Love

Summary: This was requested by : @pologoonies - "Harry is a pudgy boy who works in a bakery with his classmate(who is also chunky) and fluffiness and shyness ensue and semi pining and getting over the fact that the other didn't know they worked in the same place. Please?"

Warnings: mean girls, angst maybe? This isn’t a smut oneshot, I just thought it was a really sweet request.

Master

Young Harry / Young Y/N

I grabbed my apron from the hook and replaced it with my coat. I put it on and tied it, letting out a sigh as I walked over to the schedule, "Who am I working with today?"

"Oh, Sandra." I purse my lips together and shake my head. I tie my hair back and put my hat on. I wash my hands and mentally prepare myself for the day.

Even though It's nothing really new to me, the comments I get sometimes still get under my skin. I mean I get it, I'm a bigger girl, working in a bakery, doesn't really leave much room to not make fun of me.

"Hey, y/n." My boss says walking around the corner, "Sandra can't make it in today so I have you working with Harry."

"H-Harry?" I ask, a little apprehensive. There's only one Harry that I know and last I knew, we only go to school together.

He nods, "Yeah. Is that alright?"

I nod once, "Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah."

"Great. I have to leave for the day, so if you have any issues, just call me or Marge." He smiles and walks away.

I hear the door shut and I take a slow deep breathe.

Maybe it's a different Harry, I think as I slowly push the door open, Nope.

"Y/N?" Harry asks, his voice sounding a little astounded, "You work here?"

I nod once, trying to calm my shaky hands, "Y-yeah. I Um.. yeah." I set the tray down and start to move the muffins to the display case, "I didn't know you worked here either."

I look over at him and nods, "Yeah, yeah. I've been here for about two years now."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh. Wow. Yeah I've been here for a couple months."

"I see you around school. I knew we were classmates, but-"

The bell on the door rings and a group of teens come in.

"Hi. How can I help you?" I say stepping up to the register. The two girls turn to each other and whisper and the one guy gives me a small smile, "Yeah, hi." He looks over the items in the case and lets out a sigh, "What do you recommend?"

"Oh, I don't know." I say nervous, "Everything is good, I guess."

The one girl giggles, "Clearly she would know."

I look down and pray that they leave soon.

"I'll take four of the muffins, please." He taps the glass and I quickly box them up, "That'll be eight dollars."

He hands me a ten and smiles, "Keep the change."

I nod, "Thank you."

He turns to the girls who laughs and shakes his head, "Did you really have to do that?"

Their voices fade out as they clear out and I grip the two dollars, crumbling them up before I toss them in the tip jar.

"Don't let them get to you, y/n." Harry walks up and stands next to me, "I know it's easier said than done, but you're way better than them."

I scoff and shake my head, "I-I'm not.. just because I don't look the beauty standard they think I don't have feelings.." I mumble, "I hate it."

"You're beautiful." Harry whispers setting his hand on mine.

Everything in me wants to rip my hand away and run away and cry in the back, but I stay.

"I'm not perfect either.. look at me. You can obviously tell that I spend my time working in a bakery." He laughs slightly, trying to get me to smile.

I look over at him and give him a small smile, "Thank you, Harry." I whisper before I turn, "I-um.. I have to go check on the uh, yeah." I walk into the back anxiety takes over my body as I press my back to the wall.

I like Harry. Like, like like Harry. We haven't had many interactions, mainly because I'm too shy and scared of rejection, but when he says hi to me in school, I could faint. So, I freeze up, unsure of what to say back.

"Where's Sandra?" I hear a lady ask, "She's usually here on Thursday's."

"She's out sick today so I'm filling in for her." Harry answers.

I shake my head and aimlessly look up and down the shelves to occupy my mind.

"Y/N?" Harry pushes the door open, "You okay?"

I freeze and look up, "Oh, yeah. I'm just-" I quickly grab something of the shelf, "Looking for baking soda apparently." I set it back down on the shelf and step out slowly.

He laugh slightly, "You're funny, you know that?"

"Funny looking." I mumble quietly, unsure if he heard it or not. He turns as he hears the bell ring, "I'll go get that."

He walks out and I shake my head, "No. you have to work." I remind myself. I take a deep breathe, "It's just one shift."

——

"I didn't think today would be as slow as it was." Harry says turning the open sign to closed.

"Yeah." I nod, "Thursday's are usually slow, which I don't understand."

He walks up and leans on the counter, "Are you okay?"

I give him a nod and stay silent.

"I meant what I said earlier today, about you being beautiful, and funny." He taps the counter with his fingers, "I see you."

I glance up at him and shake my head, "No."

He lets out a sigh, "Y/N.." he stretches his arm across the counter and scoops my hand into his, "I'm not skinny or have the clearest skin. I mean look at this mop on my head." He shakes his head and his hair waves back and forth.

I smile and laugh slightly, his hand squeezes mine as I shift slightly, "I like your hair." I freeze, not believing that I said that out loud.

He smiles and I can see his cheeks turning red.

"I never- I never thought you saw me." I admit quietly, "I know you say hi to me in school, but-" I shake my head, embarrassed.

"I actually.." he laughs nervously, "A crush."

I look up at him, "Huh?"

"A crush, on you.. is what I have." He closes his eyes and shakes his head with a smile, "Let me try that again."

He takes his hand back and stands up straight, "I have .. a crush.. on you." His voice goes quieter.

My eyes goes wide, "You- you what?"

He nods, "Y-yeah." He smiles, "You're just, I don't know.. you seem like you understand me."

I feel the need to retreat.

"I-I.." I set my pen down on the notebook and walk into the back. I can hear Harry quietly yelling at himself.

I shake my head, still not believing what I just heard.

The phone rings and I go to pick it up, "Hello?"

"Hey, y/n. Can you and Harry stay at the bakery and get an order ready for someone? They're on their way now, I figured I could catch you before you guys left."

"Yeah. Okay." I state, "What do they want?" I walk out and Harry looks up at me. I focus on the order. I grab my pen and take the order, "Okay."

"Thank you."

"Yep." I hang up and set the phone on the counter, "There's someone coming for an order." I say just loud enough for Harry to hear.

His words repeat in my head and I can't help but to feel like he's lying.

No one has ever liked me before, at least not that I could believe. From a young age, I drilled it into my head that no one likes a girl who wears bigger size clothing.

"Y/N?" Harry asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

I realize that a tear is about to fall from my eye so I blink and turn away, "Yeah?"

"The order? What is it?"

"Oh, um. I-it's.." I slide the book over to him.

It's not or never, y/n, I tell myself, he likes you, he said if himself. I shake my head and I can feel his hand slowly grab mine.

I avoid looking at him until he tugs on my arm, "I know- I know how hard it is to believe someone likes you." I turn my head slowly.

"I'm not popular, I'm a nerd according to the pathetic scale the preps at the school run off of." He sighs, "The point of my rambling.." he laughs slightly.

I smile and nod, "No I get it.. harry." I let out a sigh, "I.."

Come on, y/n. Don't chicken out now.

"You make me nervous." I whisper.

"So do you.. but." He squeezes my hand, "I keep telling myself that if I don't speak up about what I want, it won't happen."

I have no idea what to say right now so I just stare at him.

He smiles slightly, "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No." I say quickly, "That's actually good advice to follow."

He nods and presses his lips together, "Can I.. um.." he  scratches the back of his neck, "No.. no.." He lets go of my hand and steps back.

"Harry what?" I ask, anxious to know what he wanted to say.

"I was-" he shakes his head, "I was going to... kiss you.. but I.." his voice gets quiet, "Chickened out."

I blink a few times, "Oh.. oh.." I nod and shrug, "I-I.." I stop myself from embarrassing myself further.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

I do. I do. I do. I do.

I give him a small nod and he walks up to me. He stands in front of me and tilts his head, quickly leaning in to give me a peck on the lips.

I can't help but smile and I just know my face is changing into a bright shade of red as my insides cartwheel back and forth.

"So this order." Harry changes the subject, "what do we need?"

——

"I'll go switch the lights off out front." Harry says quickly making his way to the door. He runs into the wrong side and places his hand on his forehead.

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing, "Are you okay?" I ask quickly.

He gives me a thumbs up and pushes the door open before he walks though.

He walks back in and looks at me before he starts laughing, "That-"

"I'm surprised I didn't do that today." I say taking my apron off. He walk over and grabs his coat, "Can I walk you home?"

I nod and smile, "um, yeah. If you want to."

He grabs his coat and we walk outside, "Can I hold your hand?" He asks shyly.

I nod and he takes my hand into his, interlocking our fingers.

We walk quietly to my house and I look up, "This is me." He nods and points, "I literally live right down the street."

"Really?" I ask looking down the street.

"Yeah. I do." He clears his throat and I look at him.

"We'll I better get in.." I bite my lip, nervous to ask him for another kiss.

He walks up to me and presses his lips to mine, "Goodnight."

I smile and watch as he starts walking down the sidewalk, "Goodnight."

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