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nymphany · 9 months

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COD X PUPPY HYBRID! READER

Masterlist

MINORS DNI

WARNING:CONTAINS SEMI DARK THEMES DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT INTRESTED

Fic contains: taboo / dark content please read this warning if you are triggered by any of this material

Reader info:

Referred with: she/her/girl/you

British! Pan! Short! Afab! Feminine! Reader

Coming soon: cat, bunny, mouse, deer, bear, cow, lamb and bird version

♡ callsign: cadaver!

♡ oh where to start with this little ball of energy!!!

♡ shes so dumb </3 but she's good at her job so that's all that matters

♡ it was a surprise to 141 to be presented with the least intimidating hybrid as their newest addition to the team

♡ this bubbly little thing who was practically shaking in excitement, her tail wagging so hard it looked like it was about to fly off

♡ naturally the men were disappointed that they're newest member wasnt some unbeatable tank but instead a tiny thing who was fueled by praise and treats

♡ speaking of praises and treats gaz cant help but spoil you!! Price tells him not to

"she wont listen if you give her so many treats"

"shes a good girl she always listens"

• hes right you do always listen, you're very obedient maybe too obedient

♡ despite his denial of your treats, your favourite man is obviously price <3 something about puppies and grumpy old men is a match made in heaven !!

♡ you like his ear scratches the best especially when you're in his office with your head on his lap

♡ he says he only likes you for your work but everyone knows that's a lie especially when he pays extra attention to you during lunch. Hes just making sure you eat all your food so you're big and strong

♡ you know how some dads pet their dogs my giving their back a good smack and rub? that's what hed do to you <3

♡ he has a wide selection of beef jerky in his office but you only eat it when someone feeds it to you <3 they're not allowed to hand it to you or place it infront of you they must feed it to you directly!! Makes you happy (you try your best not to nip at their fingers when they feed you but you just get so happy you cant help it)

♡ ghost can never be sarcastic around you your dumb brain cant handle it :( "go count every grain of rice in the kitchens if you're so bothered 'bout the numbers" and you do!!! he feels horrible because he knows you suck at counting :(( it must of took you ages to even get to 50

♡ its okay because it gives soap and gaz an excuse to pamper you!! You dont exactly understand why you're being pampered (must be because you're such a good girl for counting all that rice) but you accept it. It does make ghost feel so much worse for making you do things he didnt mean </3

"You're such a good puppy! You're so good at listening and you're so pretty!"

"Gaz that's enough I already said sorry"

"Aw come on Lt you made the poor thing count every grain of rice cant expect us to not rub it in can ya"

♡ ghost does make it up to you eventually, he takes you on walks around the base and points out secrets and tells you their stories

"Oi pup Do you see that dent in the wall?"

"Yes!"

"Johnny came back after a night out and rammed himself into it thinking his shadow was an intruder"

♡ they always have atleast one of your chew toys on them at all times after they noticed you chewing the inside of your mouth, your fingers, their sleeves or just anything you could fit in your mouth

♡ SCENTING!!!!

♡ your team must smell like you all the time, always, forever !!!! Whenever you get them alone youre immediately licking them!! Sometimes you bite but you're working on it <3

♡ if they come back from somewhere you have to smell them, what if they smell like another hybrid hmm?!?! >:((

♡ which is why you hate baths.

♡ they wipe away all your hard work I mean come on it's not easy to get the scent of your four favourite men nor is it easy to scent them!!! They're constantly around other people >:(((((

♡ luckily you arent the smartest so it's easy to trap and lure you in with kisses <3

♡ some one HAS to be in the bath/shower/ room with you

1. you cant be trusted not to eat the soap (smell nice ≠ taste nice)

2. Its scary in there

3. You get distracted and forget to even get in the bath/shower

♡ they treat you so well though !!! your ears and tail are always so soft when you let gaz wash them, he takes such good care of the soft fur and he never ever let's the bubbles stay in your ears and he spends a good long time near your tail but you have no idea why <3

♡ soap likes washing your body! He loves watching you relax as he takes his time to make sure you're clean, he loves letting you lean against him as he washes your back and loves watching the suds run down your body. hes so sweet that he makes sure to pay extra attention to your sensitive areas <3

♡ price is the one tasked to dry you off, you seem to only listen to him anyway (of course you do, your dumb doggy brain has to listen to the leader of your pack)

♡ he pulls you against him using your towel as leverage, he so graciously put it in the dryer to warm up so you're all toasty and warm. You sit in his lap while he rubs your body dry whispering praises about your "bravery" to even go into the bath/shower

♡ Which leaves ghost in charge of your skin care!! This big scary man lathering your body in lotions and creams so you're all soft and smooth. He loves the moans and whimpers when he presses down on your weak spots <3

"Oi mutt stop licking the moisturiser"

"No no nooo :((( Say the thing :((("

"....Simons says stop licking the moisturiser"

♡ you never wear clothes after your bath/shower, they're lucky to get underwear on you, you need to be as open to they're scents as possible!! Maybe you'll wear their clothes but only maybe

♡ our puppy wasn't meant to meet Alejandro and Rudy until the mission was over but she said her nose could be put to good use and laswell couldnt help but agree (puppy definitely didn't bribe her or anything puppy hugs do wonders)

♡ at first alejandro didnt even see the girl behind the mountain sized men, assuming it's only ghost and soap coming along

"This is cadaver, our k9 unit she'll be coming along with us"

"Hello!"

"Ah un perro! you'll be very useful"

♡ it was a tight squeeze in the backseat, two military men left little room but it's okay you enjoy sitting on their laps so it's not much different

"So they call you cadaver?"

"Yes sir!"

"You good at hunting corpses?"

"Uh huh! very good! The best!"

"Good because we're looking for a dead man walking"

":00?? A zombie :((("

♡ overall you got on very well with alejandro and Rudy <3 whenever they passed you they always gave a light scratch to your ear

♡ you dont understand the language but you like the attention and that's all that matters, they're so nice and help you cool off in the sun, you just need to get naked so they can help cool you off just let them help dont even worry about it

♡ you liked graves when you met him he got so hyped up on missions the energy traveled to you

♡ although he definitely tries to make you loyal to him and him only (mmm yummy dark! Graves <3<3) hes always been a fan of hybrids especially the vulnerable ones. Hes best at love bombing you, filling you with treats, pets and roaming hands. Hes a sucker for puppy girls

♡ valeria made you cry when you met her :(( well it was actually rudy but he didnt mean to he felt awful :(((

"Perro estúpido, solo eres una perra reproductora, ¿no? no hay pensamientos en esa linda cabeza tuya"

"Thank you :D"

"Dont thank her shes insulting you"

":(((("

• he gave you so many hugs, treats and kisses after he apologized profusely he forgot how sensitive you are he just didnt want you to thank her for insulting you :((

♡ mommy valeria tho so shes easily forgiven with a few fake compliments.

"You must think twice as hard with that brain of yours"

"Oh no! I dont even think once! :D"

♡ you entertain her, although she does wonder how it would feel to live in your head for a day

"Even the dogs in Las almas know not to bark at me"

"Oh no silly! We're in a shipping container"

"Yes in Las almas"

"Since when"

♡ thinking about how puppy got to keep valeria company while the big strong men go fight, guard dog duties !! Dont ask her how she got naked... and why valerias fingers are pruned... that's not important and you should mind your business

♡ cadaver has a muzzle and harness <3 !!! If you've ever been checked for harness safety you'll understand the feeling of being tugged around and how easy it is to want to jump someones bones

♡ ZOOMIES!!!

♡ always at odd hours too but you cant help it !! you have a lot of energy and you're too dumb to put that energy to good use :(( so it's only natural you jump on everyone and everything <3

♡ nesting with all of their clothes and belongings and they cant stop you or they'll get viciously attacked (you will cry)

♡ sticker collection (scented ones are the best) + mask decorating with ghost !!!!!

♡ konig is a scary big giant man whose just a silly guy at heart but jesus christ he needs to shrink

♡ the first time you met him you actually didnt see him, assuming the sun had exploded and the solid black mass that obscured your vision was the end of the world only to be corrected by an apology from the wall itself

"ah I'm so sorry I didnt see you there"

"Me neither :D"

♡ so big and scary but so warm and protective!! Ghost doesn't like you near konig he doesnt like sharing his toys with kortac

♡ you still hang out with him whenever you get the chance!! <3 friendship bracelets for all!! You did however underestimate how big these mens wrists were and cried when they wouldnt fit

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ NSFW ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡ oral fixation all the way !!

♡ mouth cockwarming!!!! Below prices desk? Yes!! Feeling sleepy and need to suck on something?? Soap is your guy!! Want to learn about the human anatomy? Rudy is there to help

♡ sweaty balls in my mouf

♡ slobbering on them until they scrunch up like raisins, suck the man juice out of them

♡ our puppy has a leash and collar so it's only natural they use it on you, held back by the neck as one of them is pounding into you

♡ puppy likes scent and prefers sex before

and after a work out

♡ listen... piss kink

♡ I just feel like they'd be in a meeting and she tries so so sooo hard to tell someone she needs to pee but they keep telling her to hold it (graves) but she just cant price made sure to keep her hydrated during lunch :(( it's too much and her bladder isnt big enough

♡ whimpers fill the air the sound of dripping water accompanying it their heads turning to face her as sobs bubble out of her mouth along with apologise while she so desperately cover her face to avoid the embarrassment. Her thighs clenched desperately to stop the stream but her attempts were In vain

♡ the first to realise what had happened was soap the fact that he was sitting next to her and had perfect view access to her entire body

"Aw pet don' cry its jus' an accident, happens to the best of us"

♡ :(((( shes so upset but our boys dont mind shes usually so well behaved and she obviously didn't mean to do it on purpose

"Oh puppy you tried so hard to tell us and we completely ignored you didnt we?"

"Uh huh"

"Yeah? And we didnt listen when you said you couldnt hold it did we"

"No i- but I- I did try to hold I really tried hard b-but I couldnt an- and now I've made a mess"

♡ they cant ignore the arousal they get from seeing her soaked and sobbing <3 they know it's wrong, shes upset and embarrassed but they just cant help it

♡ graves is a gross man who looks like fix it felix but dont let that fool you he 100% loves the control he gets from a piss kink especially for our puppy, he likes making you hold it and then mocks you in a high pitched voice but your dumb little brain thinks hes comforting you

♡ I think simon is more one for fucking you until you pee, he usually does it in the shower so he can wash off but he doesnt mind getting dirty, he likes the feeling of your cunt squeezing and gushing around him especially if you try to tell him to stop. Youre gonna pee? Yeah? Do it

♡ gaz is someone who likes to watch you pee he loves the view <3 the fluttering of your cunt draws him in road trip side of road

♡ Johnny, similar to his L.T, is someone who teases you until you pee. Rubbing your clit until its puffy and sore and you cant hold yourself up right let alone your bladder

♡ alejandro and Rudy like watching you wiggle they'll purposefully fill you with liquid and press on your tummy just to watch you squirm, they have bets on who can make you loose it first

♡ price pees in you

♡

♡ theres a reason hes your favourite

♡ you know how I talked about scenting??... I hate to break it to you but she has definitely peed on them/their stuff at some point

♡ you mostly pee on price

♡ "what are you doing"

"Nothin"

"Where are you pants"

"I dont know"

"You're not gonna pee on the floor are you"

"No"

"That's right you're not because that would be bad"

"bad"

"Thats right bad"

"..."

"...."

"Just a little"

"No-"

♡ heats are always a pain for you :(( so horny and so wet desperate for someone to fill you with the pups you need. You drive the team crazy with your whimpers and cries but they know you cant help it, you're just achey :(((

♡ bullet vibrators are your best bet as they obviously cant fuck you 24/7 so that small buzzing of pleasure keeps you satiated until they can get their hands on you, the first time you had your heat you couldnt get the small thing out :(( your fingers were too small and it was so slippery you couldnt grasp it :((( you're so lucky your captain is kind enough to help you <3 dont think about his fingers wiggling inside you hes just trying extra hard to get it out that's why hes pumping them in and out of you

♡ sometimes they have to keep you in a cage because you wont stop begging to be stuffed, they dont want a rookie to think that they're allowed to overstep their place just because your in heat

♡ you hump everything!!!! Nothing is safe they take their shirt off for one second and it's on a pillow being jumped by no other than you!! You absolute fiend!!!

♡ you follow them around everywhere you love being around you favourite men!!!

♡ when 141 go on a mission you're left with Rudy and alejandro who always give in to you whines and begs <3 they treat you so well always stuffing you full when you need it, letting you have as much cum as you please, it makes the 141 so jealous that they have to fuck you as soon as they get back!

♡ graves probably pimps out puppy to his shadows there I said it

♡ konig isnt to slick with his touches either, he may think hes going undetected but that's only by our dumb mutt the other men are fuming with him. He let's you sit in his lap, his bear like hands inbetween your thighs rubbing along your most intimate areas you dont exactly connect what hes doing and hes completely okay with that just grind yourself back on him.

♡ he probably asks horangi to help him out, probably stretching you to prepare for the brute of the man

♡ definitely think gangbangs are a big part of your heat, vibrators, plugs, rope and muzzles are all items your familiar with. I like to think they just come and go when fucking you it's almost like a brothel

♡ they definitely finger fuck you while doing mindless tasks, brushing their teeth? You're bent over the sink pushing yourself back onto them, doing paperwork? Being cockwarmed by your snug lil cunt, lifting weights? You're bouncing on their cock weighing them down

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heartfullofleeches · 14 days

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ily fletcher and foxboy darling but i also think fletcher and childhood friends bunny darling has potential where darling thought they were the same species but one day bro just ended up like twice their size

God, that's so cute tho- Imagine Bunny Darling is a city bunny who only got to see Fetch during the summer/fall months when they were little. Their visits became less and less frequent til they got too caught up with school/work to make time to travel.

The pair haven't seen each other in nearly a decade since Bunny Darling's last visit...giving ample time for the farmer to grow and morn the long days without his dearest friend.

"Fletcher! Fetch?"

Everyone's so happy to see you. One step off the bus and you're already crowded by a sea of familiar faces- Asking how you've been. If you even remember them after all this time. Like you could ever forget....This town, this people. They'll always have a place in your heart no matter how far you travel or how long you're away.

You pray you still have a place in his....

"Fletcher? Are you out here? I'm back! Fl-"

A broad shadow splits the welcoming committee in two - strong arms falling around you as it reaches your position. As if lifting paper, the figure plucks you off your feet with minimal effort - squeezing you tightly to his chest as fresh tears drip onto your fur. You've never seen a bunny so big, but you'd recognize that sniffling from anywhere.

"F...Fletcher?!.... Is that you?!"

His voice falters, disbelieving of the sight before him now. "You came back...I got your letters, but I didn't think you'd actually...."

Your crane your head to look up at the larger rabbit as he place you down, finding it difficult to meet his damp eyes from the lowered bill of his hat. "Wha...How? You were barely a hair taller than me the last time we met. How is this possible?"

Fletcher chuckles. Only you'd have a reaction this cute. "My old man....my other old man had some pretty strong genes. Summer after you left was the growth spurt of several. Biggest rabbit this town has seen if I had to say...Big enough to keep you from wandering far from home again if ya try...."

Fletcher shoves his cap down further, shrinking back to that little bunny you knew all those summers ago benath its cover. "Sorry. Never been too good at making jokes myself. You are staying, though - right? I don't think my poor heart can take parting with you again..."

#Fletcher my oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #bunny reader #yandere farmer #yandere hybrid

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argreion · 3 months

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Respect Your Elders.

A/N: Changed my thought mid writing about sleepy sex with Leon so now we just go basic. FUSSY TIRED MAN DIDN'T LIKE BEING CALLED OLD! Transitition from cuddle to sex might be a little weird but EEEEEE! Got really fuckin' invested in writing smut and giving another go. Feel better about this one, ngl. I'm not sorry for this, I literally sat down for like an actual hour so immersed in writng this. ALSO, FUCKING SAW ONE MISTAKE AND I CAN'T FIND IT. So, possibly might have a few mistakes here and there.

Warnings: Just Sex with Leon, so P in V! Breeding kink. Breathplay. Cunnilingus! Small bits of degradation near the end. A little spit exchange too. DI Leon in mind but you can pick and choose! AFAB reader too, btw. All I can say is... Slutty Leon Kennedy :3

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcomed!

Let's be honest, being with Leon wasn't easy. Constantly reminding the poor man to not squint, to take his medication, and to even shave. Watching him pass out on the couch, bed, and even on the floor! Sadly, you can't carry a man that's heavy and full of muscle!

At least he passed out on the bed, and you slowly following afterward…

“Baby, c'mere, it's cuddle time.” He would say in that oh-so lovely voice. Made the girls scream mentally whenever he was just nice. All they could see was the pretty man, unknowingly batting his eyelashes to everyone around him. That pretty smile, too.

Leon's arm wrapped around you, and chest against your back. Gently squeezing your torso, muscles tensing and relaxing with each squeeze. The T-shirt you wore from him, stolen from his closet. He liked when you did that, made him hard. When you would bend over the kitchen counter and possibly wear his boxers? Old man got a poor boner, daddy is a little horny, baby.

“You're heavy.” You whined, not that you'd admit you liked it. I mean, you loved Leon. He loved you. It was just how the things with you two. Liked the heaviness, the stupidity, the stress, you liked the attention of a broken man picking up his pieces.

“Mmmm, heavy? The only thing heavy here is your ass.” A snort came from him as he said it. Yeah, he liked ass. Always did a smack-by whenever you walked past him. Especially when you were in the kitchen. Made his little domestic mindset bust a nut, literally.

His stubble brushed into your neck, with the purr of delight that he captured a beauty. Wrapping his other arm around you, under the side of your waist. Uncomfortably pushing into your side.

“So pretty, like an angel, baby. God must've been here to send you from the heavens. Must've hurt when you fell. Could've caught ya.” Oh, those sweet words he would always say. You knew he meant them, of course he did. If you had to say, it was a little depressing. Something just about the way he moved, spoke, and acted made your heart ache. It was probably the drinking he did, albeit it was better than a year ago.

“Don't think God sent me from the sky, Leon.” You responded with, head buried in those satin pillowcases. They felt nice on your skin, and nicer to grab when you got fucked.

“Would've broke a bone, and plus, I doubt you could catch me, old man.”

Oh, you poor poor soul. Don't call him old! He might cry, see, he's crying from his dick! Little slut, he liked that. Go ahead, weep a little more, baby boy! Also, the fact you just called him an old man to his face? Pfft, you're so on.

“I'm not that old, c'mon.”

He grunted, huffing into your neck like an angry toddler when they didn't get to snack on their favorite dino nuggets. Exaggerated heavily, and his grip tightened to push the point, he didn't like that.

“Ever heard the term respect your elders, little kid?” Leon asked, a threat hiding beneath it. Knowing the way he is, you have three seconds before he pins you to the bed and makes you squirt.

Already knowing what was going to happen, you made a lazy attempt to get out the 'terrifying' grasp of this old man. Moving to slide off the bed, but that didn't work.

His hand grabbed your shoulder, screaming this is your fault. You made me do this, and he wasn't going to be sorry at all. Pulling you back into the bed, head pushed into the pillow. Eyes staring wide up at him as he pinned you to the bed. Brows furrowed and face determined to prove otherwise. Hands pushing you into the bed by your shoulders. Yet gentle enough to not leave a bruise. That made your thighs clench, so cute.

“This old man still got it, baby doll. You really wanna play this game? I'll play it, too.” He'll play this game dirty, naughty, sexy.

Leon leaned forward, gently capturing your lips in a kiss. Passionately and slowly making out with you. Twirling your tongues around like it was his day-job. Maybe it was, seeing how he eats pussy so fucking good. Trying to ignite that burning passion he always liked. On the kitchen counter, his motorcycle, the car, work, the list went on and on. Hand trailing lower and lower as he occupied your mind. Tongue occupying your mouth. Expensive cologne pungent off his body, surrounding you in him.

Your whines being muffled from the kiss, making the old man pull away. That damning cocky smirk on his face as he taunted you,

“Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you. Speak louder, honey.”

A moan came from your lips as he pinched your clit. Making you claw at the pillows beneath your head. Hand slapping your cloth panties. Electricity running up your spine to your head.

“Fuck, d-daddy!” You choked out, watching as he teased and toyed you. He just had to fuck around with you. Put the young one in his place, like a rookie at work, the karens at stores. Leaning to your ear

“She's so needy, babydoll. Need your old man to make it better? But you probably don't like an old man, hm? Rubbing his fingers over your folds and clit.”

He hissed into your ear, nibbling on the edge. Pulling away to look down at those cute cotton panties. He always ruined them, sniffed them, came in them. His panties, too. Always will be his panties. Moving to move those panties aside, tugging them to reveal that glistening feast. Sopping wet for him to bury into. Like the breakfast at IHOP or McDonald's he would get. Devoured in mere minutes.

Leon positioned himself between your thighs, nose buried in your folds. Sniffing the sweet scent it emitted. That slightly tangy taste it had as well. He breathed it in like his last breath. The last meal he would have before death row. Being executed for serving his country too well, and serving your cunt, as well.

“Could get used to this any day. Wish my job was as easy as sitting down and eating this precious purr-ty pussy. Mewing for some milk, like always.” He purred, staring at you through his eyes lashes.

“P-purr-ty? What the fuck doe— AH!”

His tongue buried into you, licking up, down, left, and right. Coming up every once in a while to suck your clit. Make him drown in that pussy, baby. He needs it, he needs it like God. Make him get on his knees and pray.

“Didn't say you could talk, baby. Maybe you need a lesson on listening, again.” He tutted, sucking on your nub, again. Making your toes curl and hands clench again. Too good at this, imagine how many moms or younger girls would want this. Those twenty-year-old college girls wanting a middle-aged guy between their thighs. Mmmm, made you wet just thinking about how he's yours.

Tongue swirling, your hips bucking, and hand now buried in his locks. Threatening to pull his hair out. You pressed into his face, in which he pressed back. Drown him, suffocate him, make him die, honey.

Your legs tensed as you neared that high. C'mon, keep going! “I'm gonna— I'm gonna!—”

Selfishly, he pulled away. Wet dripping down his nose to his stubble. Looking at deranged as he looked up, sitting up. Hands fumbling with his shirt as he rushed to fuck into you. He wanted it. No, he needed it. Needed to be buried in that fat fucking pussy. Make it drip with his cum, eat it out, and impregnate it if he could. Wanted to see you leak breastmilk and be full of him.

“Not yet, I didn't say you could. Little slut.”

Noticing the change of pace, you reached out, only to be met with him yanking you. Stomach pressed into the bed, and head pulled back. His free hand tugging his jeans and boxers down. Fuck, he was hard. Harder than steel. His bicep wrapped around your throat, and his nose buried in your hair. Pants of exhaustion coming from him. He got so tired easily, old man in his heart.

Harshly, his hips thrusted against yours. Not even being enough of a gentleman to give a warning shot. No head against your little hole, fully sheathed in. The groan that came from his lips could've made you cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck…”

The claps followed afterward, body moving up and down with his rhythm. Ass moving at the rhythm, as well. Your fingers digging into his arm as he tightened the headlock. Enough to make it pleasing enough, your eyes rolled back. Mouth agape as you sprouted out moans and small noises. Squishy wet sounds following after his thrusts.

Leon looked down at you, a toothy smile on his face. Always what he wanted, that fucked out look. So sweet, like an angel. Should've gotten his phone, but he was too enthralled in this now. That pretty little mouth needed a little love. So, he pulled your head back more. A small pained moan coming from your lips.

“Need a little loving from daddy, huh? Need daddy to fill this fuckin' cunt with his kids. Wanna stay in this bed full of 'em? Such a good slut, baby. Fuck the Redfield bloodline, Kennedy bloodline is gonna be bigger and stronger than that fuckin' boulder.”

Leon spat straight into your mouth, making you clench. Hitting the back of your throat. It tasted so disgusting, but it was hot. Alongside the few drops of spit, he let drip so slowly into your mouth. The wait was killing you!

“Swallow daddy, baby. Better than Gordon Ramsay, too. With this pussy, you put him to shame.”

Who couldn't obey a man like him? Strong government agent who kills for a living. Wouldn't want to anger daddy, would you? So, you swallowed. Right down your throat, and it made you gag a little. Couldn't say you hated it, it would just make him concerned. He was a softie deep down, always stopping whenever your face changed slightly. Got annoying when you literally just wanted to cum! Like, shut up, and just FUCK ME!

"S'close. Gonna cum for you! Wan' cum!” You whined, moaning pitifully. Ass raised against his pelvis. Balls slapping against your lower half. How would you explain to your parents you're a little cock sleeve to a government agent? I mean, at least it pays in a free apartment, car, and food! Plus whatever you counted Leon as.

“Really baby? That drunk off me? Mmmm, we love to hear that. Let daddy do it for you.” He whispered, voice still like honeyed whiskey.

Hips picking up its pace as it abused your cunt wider and wider. Only for him, and always open for him. Bringing him to the tip of the iceberg as he came inside you. Hips pushing against yours fully, and his tip at your cervix. He panted, burying his face in your neck. Those words, the pace, and his arm. You came on the spot, leaking down his cock and balls. Hands wanting to rip those sheets in front of you. Balled the fabric into your fist. Dripping onto the sheets below.

“Post nut clarity, damn.” Leon chuckled. Arm falling from around your neck. Bringing it down to interlace your fingers. “You good? I didn't, like, y'know? I'm not the best with words, c'mon.”

Mmmmm, body already responding as he gently pulsed around him. Head nodding in response to his query.

“Mhm, happy. Happy you actually didn't worry!”

You smiled, resting your head in your arms as he slowly moved off of you. Not pulling out, of course. He wouldn't do that just yet, gotta keep the package warm.

“Still an old man, by the way.”

His brows furrowed, sighing in defeat. You were supposed to say you learned your lesson! Regardless, he loved you, even if you were very stubborn.

“You're lucky you're cute…” He muttered, kissing your temple. Those very arms from earlier coming to wrap around you again. His chin propped on top of your head. Seemingly pleased he did a good job. Both of you leaking out onto the bed. Would have to clean that up later…

“You're lucky I like old men, Mr. Kennedy.”

He hummed, closing his eyes. A smile plastered on his lips.

“Think this old man needs a nap, honeybun.”

No, Leon DON—! And he fell asleep, right on top of you… In mere fucking seconds. The sex was a 10/10, but the napping part? Wouldn't recommend.

"Dammit..."

Honestly, you gave up right about now. You'll deal with it later, like you always did. Right now, maybe it was about time for a nap. Even if he was heavy, it was a free blanket. Another cuddle, another round of love-making, and a horrible nap?

You'd always do this again and again.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut

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"He Can't Have You" (Astarion x Reader)

Seems as though Auntie Ethel doesn't go down without a fight, and that fight involves bringing out the worst in people's minds. (Also we get to see where the nickname Aster came from)

tw - mentions of abuse, panic attack

The Sunny Wetlands, later revealed to be a putrid swamp, have proven particularly difficult for Astarion. The last thing any of you expected was to find a Gur hunting him, especially this far from the city. It made your heart skip a beat, hearing the monster hunter utter his name, and you could feel the tension in the vampire. Thankfully, you did away with him quickly. By now, he's told you plenty about his past, at least as much as he could bear to tell. That haunting feeling though, knowing that Cazador was hunting him, it was paralyzing. As you searched for Mayrina, you and Astarion fell behind the rest of the group.

"Are you alright my love? I could tell them we should just set up camp for the night, rest up for dealing with the hag."

"Nonsense. What would I look like, asking everyone to stop for me? The Gur has been dealt with, let's just leave it at that darling."

"I cannot imagine dealing with the hag will be easy though."

"I'll simply run my blade through her like I do everything else. I'll be fine."

It hasn't been long enough with him to truly know if he's lying, but you certainly have a hunch. On the way back to the hag's house, Gale casts detect magic.

"She's definitely in here. We should be prepared."

Sure, she looked like a sad old woman, but those adventurers told you the truth, how she took their sister. When Karlach leads the charge, opening the door, she tries to look shocked.

"Oh dear! It's quite rude to storm into someone's house like that. Where are your manners?"

Without responding, Karlach throws her axe into the hag's shoulder, breaking the illusion, showing the monster for who she is. Covered in grime, like a witch born straight from the mud.

"It looks like I'll just have to teach you all how to be polite!"

Karlach tries to go for a second hit, but the hag teleports. Gale soon tracks her down, casting a ray of frost. Astarion follows her up the stairs while she tries to counterspell Gale. You and Lae'zel try to attack from a distance, missing because of just how quick she can move from place to place. Wyll has focused on assisting Gale, and Shadowheart is keeping track of all your party members, making sure to be there as soon as one of you takes a hit. In the meantime, she casts guidance on Astarion, who is fighting much more intensely than usual. Perhaps killing the Gur wasn't enough, and the anger was still boiling inside.

"Alright little mosquito, you want to be a thorn in my side? Poor decision."

The hag disappears from sight, and Astarion stops in his tracks. At first you think nothing of it. It almost looks like he's searching the room for where your enemy landed. For him though, the hag has cast a strong illusion, preying on his worst fear: being back in Cazador's grasp. The teahouse has transformed into the kennels, cold stone on bare feet, blood spattered across the walls.

Well, well, well. Seems as though the boy never learns! Perhaps, this time, will set you straight.

He hears the voice of Godey taunting him, threatening to pull him apart again.

"No! No, I left- I left, I was free!"

It's at this moment you realize he's not here, not in the mental sense.

"Focus on the hag, I'll try to snap him out of it."

You order the rest of the group, and they nod without a word, searching the teahouse for where she's gone now. You run up the stairs, finding a trembling pale man who has dropped his daggers.

Deep down, you like bein' leashed, don't ya?

The words bounce around in his head, a vision of Cazador appearing. You try to shake him, to mentally connect him back to his body, but it only plays into the illusion more, your actions becoming Cazador's.

"Astarion! Astarion it's just a spell, it's not real. It's not real my love, please."

Soon enough, your group finds the hag again, disrupting her concentration, releasing her grip on the elf. His breathing is terrifyingly fast, and he takes a moment to come out of the vision, grabbing a dagger from the floor and very quickly brandishing it towards you.

"DON'T."

You're trying desperately not to cry, because you know he doesn't need your shared sadness right now.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me, Tav."

You lightly touch the hand holding the dagger, and he loosens his grip. Your hands move to take the blade from his grasp, setting his weapons to the side.

"I... I was there. I was back there."

"I know. Seems as though Ethel knows more than she should."

Astarion is still trying to root himself back in reality, you blood still racing in his dead veins.

"I can't go back Tav. Please, I can't go back."

"I know. I won't let you end up back there, ever."

He's still weary of physical touch, so you simply rub across his knuckles, trying to ground him in the moment. Your deepest urge is to wrap yourself around him and never let go, keep him in a protective case where no one can ever hurt him again, but that's not real. Being entirely safe isn't real. But damn, do you wish it was, for his sake.

As you're sitting there with him, the group makes their way back.

"We lost her. Have a feeling she went deeper into a cave somewhere."

You eye Karlach, and the two of you come to a silent understanding as you hold onto Astarion's shakey hands.

"We'll go set up camp where we entered the swamp. Take your time."

And with that, the tiefling takes the rest of your companions out of the teahouse, leaving the two of you alone.

"Why?"

You turn to look at him, cocking your head slightly.

"Why what?"

"Why would you say you won't let me end up there again? Cazador isn't some being you can simply keep me from, he's... different."

"I don't care."

"What do you mean you don't care?"

"I just, don't care. I don't care how powerful he is or whatever abilities he has, he can't have you. He just can't."

You finally do tear up now, not sure how else to explain it to the vampire.

"He most definitely cou-"

"No."

You try to blink the tears away, feeling the little callouses on his palm from over the decades.

"I want you to know what it's like to belong to someone in a pure way, not for personal gain, but just because they need you. And now that I have you... I just need you. I need you Astarion, so he can't have you. I'd die before he could take you from me."

He's silent for a moment. All forms of ownership he's known have been terrifying. Whatever could you mean by belonging to someone in a pure way? How can you belong to someone innocently? Your tadpole senses his concern, connecting without much effort at all.

"I don't need anything from you. I don't need you to do anything for me, I just need you Aster."

He smiles a little.

"Aster?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I had just been thinking about it. If you don't like it-"

"No I- I love it. Aster. Like the flower?"

"Yeah."

Somehow, the teahouse is peaceful in this moment. You feel young all over again, like you've never been in love before, like Astarion is the only being you've ever known. He interrupts your thoughts.

"Thank you, for saying all that. Maybe I wouldn't mind belonging to someone without expectations. It sounds, nice."

His voice cracks on the last word.

"Well, Aster, then you can belong to me as long as you'd like."

You swipe a piece of hair behind his ear, looking for a reason to get close to his face. As if the fates knew it to be true, you lock lips, despite the horrific smell outside and the creaking wood of the floorboards, you're somewhere else. Some place where the asters bloom in peace.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #angst #comfort #fluff #x reader

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wastefulreverie · 2 years

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"This can't be legal," Danny said in a weak voice. "I mean, how are they allowed to do this?"

Lancer tensed. "It falls under a gray area. If you ask me, the Anti-Ecto Prevention Act gives them far too much jurisdiction."

The GIW, full in pure white HAZMAT suits from the overlarge hoods to the fitted boots, ushered in the next student from his class. Poor Lester walked into the tent, looking green in the face. Sweat rolled down his temples and his hands shook as the suited agent clasped his shoulder and pulled him through the curtains.

Paulina sniffed. "I don't want to be microchipped."

"Were you even listening at all?" Wes scoffed. "It's biodegradable. It'll be out of your system within a year and prevents you from being overshadowed. Unless, of course, you are a ghost." His eyes flitted to Danny. "Then who the hell knows what it'll do to you?"

"I'm not doing it." Sam crossed her arms. She was sitting on the gym floor, cross-legged. "It's unconstitutional, the total principle of it."

"I can't believe I'm agreeing with Manson," Paulina said. "But they'll have to drag me in there before they insert something underneath my flawless skin."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "Not that I object to being overshadowed, but I'd rather not have the U.S. government tracking my every move."

"There's not trackers in them," Lancer said. "They were adamant about that when we were told about this."

"Great," Sam drew out, "the untested ghost repelling microchips with unknown side effects being nonconsensually administered to minors allegedly doesn't broadcast our current locations to the government. That eases my nerves."

The tension in the room was palpable.

"I have uh, I have epilepsy," Nathan spoke up. His voice was short and clipped. "Do they even know how this'll affect that?"

Lancer put his head in his hands. "Dear Lord. I didn't sign up for this. I hate this."

The curtains were drawn back again. An agent, possibly the same one from a minute before but it was hard to tell since they all looked the same in the HAZMAT suits. He looked down at a clipboard.

"Fenton?" he called. "Daniel Fenton?"

Danny stared at the floor from where he was standing, not daring to look up and inevitably see everyone's eyes on him. The tiles on the gym floor looked like maple-colored planks of wood, but there was a thin film of clear plastic—or maybe rubber—when he slid his shoes against it.

"Fenton," repeated the agent, "come with me."

He didn't look up.

No. Because if he looked up, that meant he would have to do something. He wanted to avoid this for as long as he could.

There was a sound of rustling and in his peripheral vision he saw his classmates move out of the way as the agent stalked toward him.

He stumbled backward, not quite tripping, but struggling to keep even footing. Oh. He hoped he hadn't phased his feet through each other. He used to be bad with that. This would be the worst time and place to fall into old habits.

The agent gave him an unreadable look, face obscured by the HAZMAT mask, but Danny could feel the man's impatience as he waved the clipboard.

"Fenton. You're up."

"No."

His classmates glanced at him nervously and the agent shifted his weight, giving an agitated huff.

"Kid, you don't get a choice in this. This is for your protection."

"I can protect myself, thanks," he snapped. "I think I'll do fine without your little ghost zapping chip embedded in my arm."

"I don't know who you think you are, but just because your parents are ghost hunters doesn't make you exempt from this. All students, no exceptions."

He locked eyes with the man behind the mask. Well, it was a calculated guess at where the man's eyes were but Danny hoped his stare came across as menacing.

"It's nothing more than a pinch. I promise this won't be half as bad as you're imagining."

"Oh, I'm sure it will be."

Wes cleared his throat.

"Fenton's a—"

Without warning, Sam pulled herself to her feet and slugged Wes in the face. Hard. He stumbled backward and almost fell on one of the bleachers. Blood dripped from her knuckles and from his nose. Oh. That was going to bruise badly.

Lancer cried in alarm.

"Miss Manson!"

"Sorry, Mr. Lancer. Muscle spasm."

"We don't have time for this." The agent reached forward and grabbed Danny's shoulder as he'd done to Lester minutes before. "Come on. Let's get this done."

Danny stood his ground, and the agent pulled against him. He was stronger than the agent, and despite that, he'd phased the bottom of his shoes into the uppermost layer of the gym's floor. He wasn't going anywhere.

"How in the world—?"

Paulina started sobbing at the top of her lungs.

"I don't want to be here! I don't want to be chipped! I want to go home!"

The agent turned toward her, startled. "Now, calm down now—"

Wes staggered forward, blood dripping onto the floor as he moved. Some fell onto the agent's pristine, white boots. He jumped away from Wes like he'd been burned.

More students joined Paulina, clamoring that they didn't want to be chipped either. Sam raised her bloodied fist and shouted—an unhinged, almost feral scream while Danny gradually phased his shoes deeper into the floor. Mr. Lancer pulled a book out from somewhere and was waving it around, a loose bookmark falling out as he did so, in a futile attempt to capture everyone's attention.

Three identical agents ran out of the curtained tent at the sound of the chaos.

"What is going on!" one of them barked.

"Sir, the students are being uncooperative," the first agent said.

"I need medical attention," Wes said, unhelpfully.

The new agent, who Danny decided was the boss, accessed Wes and the drops of blood on the first agent's boots with horror.

"Agent Kilo, you didn't…"

"No, no. It was the girl."

He nodded his head to Sam, who hid her bloodied fist behind her back.

"He's a liar!" she said. "He hit Wes! We all saw it!"

The other students gave tentative nods. Ever the performer, Paulina flinched away from Agent Kilo, as if afraid he might strike her. In the midst of it all Lancer did nothing.

"Kilo," the boss's voice was stern. "That's not how we do things."

"But I didn't—"

"You're dismissed for now. We'll discuss this later." He turned to Wes. "I do apologize."

Wes looked at him like he'd grown an extra head. "Alright?"

Agent Kilo stormed away, muttering something about lying, conniving brats and threw his clipboard on the ground.

Lancer stepped in. "If I may, I do say that my students have been through an emotionally stressful experience here and I don't know if they should continue with this today. Besides, Mr. Weston does still need medical attention and I believe that should be our top priority."

The boss grunted. "Right. Return to class. We'll continue this at another date."

He waved a hand and the other agents headed back to the tent. Meanwhile, the students trailed after Lancer toward the opposite end of the gym—all sighing in relief.

As they left the gym, Sam caught Danny's shoulder and hissed in his ear. "Danny, the clipboard."

The discarded clipboard was forgotten on the floor.

"Mark our names off," she hissed. "I'll keep them distracted."

He nodded. He tapped into invisibility and retrieved the clipboard. A ballpoint pen was clipped to the top of it and he marked off the box beside his and Sam's names, doing his best to emulate Agent Kilo's loopy initials for the official confirmation. With any luck, the man wouldn't remember it later among all the chaos. With better luck, the man would be dismissed from the GIW completely.

He flipped the clipboard face-up and left it closer to the tent so that the agents would find it. He flew back into the corridor and met up with Sam, who was lingering near the end of the group.

"Got it." He dropped back onto the visible spectrum. "We're officially chipped."

"Oh, thank God. You're a literal lifesaver."

Wes turned, holding a wad of paper towels against his bloodied nose. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who just saw Fenton appear out of thin air, right?"

"You're concussed, Weston," Valerie said, not bothering to turn around and check. "He's not a ghost."

"Manson did not give me a concussion!"

"Yeah, Agent Kilo did," Nathan brushed off. "Keep up. The GIW can suck it."

That was something they could all, unquestionably, agree on.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Sam Manson #Wes Weston #Fanfiction #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Phicc #Fic #Phic #wrwritings

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zwolfgames · 4 months

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Yandere Platonic MHA x child!reader

Requested by: jocru046

Part two/sequel of this.

(Warnings: kind of kidnapping, kicking a child, creepy overbearing behavior, yandere in general.)

(3rd person POV)

Life sucked.

No really, it did.

Atleast for you, that is. Y/N, not even a last name. Just a small kid, no parents or guardian. You can't even remember how thar happned. Did you have parents? Did you just spawn in one day? Only god knew. No wait, that didn't exsist. Trust me, you had begged that god for help and received nothing.

Never having gone to school or kindergarden you were far behind other kids. Now, as a illiterate 8 year old with no hopes or dreams you live on the streets. Luckily, your quirk kept you alive.

A simple concept. You cried pearls. Or well, thats all you knew of it. It would be sad if that was the only thing you could do but you didn't care at the moment. Survival was your top priority.

So, when you ran low on money, you cried and collected the little pearls. Selling them to who-ever you could. It worked... well enough. You were a kid, you definitly got scammed a lot.

So that brings us to this faithfull moolit night. One where you were drawing on an old newspaper. You couldn't read it anyways.

All was calm untill you began to hear footsteps. Loud frantic footsteps and heavy breaths. Like a group of humans running from a bear.

You held your breath and shrunk into your make-shift dumpster house as the footsteps came into your alley.

You expected them to just run past, like everyone always did. But no...

They stopped... Right in the middle of the alley.

It was quiet for a moment, just a moment. As if they were scanning the space.

"Oi! Kid. Come out, right now! We know you're here!" Some loud man screamed. A sudden crash of a thrashcan being thrown against a wall was heard. You gulped.

Surely they were thinking if some other kid, right? I mean, surely there was some other poor orphan child in this alley besides you?

Nope.

Just as you finished the tought the lid of your dumpster home smashed open and before you could even gasp one of the men had a crushing grip on your upper arm. Ripping you out of the dumpster as if you were nothing but a twig.

"Got it." He huffed to his boss as this henchman, or whatever, held you beside him in the crushing grip.

"Who are you? Let go! You're hurting me!" You growl and bare your teeth, a trick you had seen the stray dogs use on weirdo's.

"Shut it. Hurt them." The boss man said harshly. He looked disgusting. Like some vile criminal. Whatever his quirk was wasnt helping his appearance. This man had the skin of a fish yet the appearance of a man...

The thug holding you complied and bashed your head against the rough brick wall. You let out a pained sounded and started slightly crying at the pain. Your head feeling heavy as you saw stars. If you guessed right you were even bleeding.

Two small pearls streamed down your cheeks and fell to the dirty alley ground with a small sound.

The fish man grinned, revealing scary, shark-like, teeth. "Thats them. The pearl seller. Take em away. We'll be rich by the end of the week!" He laughed and you were dragged along. Your head still spinning.

This was going too fast. What was happening?! Who were these people? Why did they hurt you?

You began realising the situation when their black van came into vieuw. They'd stuff you in there and you'd never be seen again! You knew it! You've seen it happen to kids before!

So in that moment you let out the most blood-curdling scream of despair. Shrill and loud, just like you wanted it.

The chance someone would come to rescue you was small, seeing how humans were.... But it was worth a shot.

The man holding you growled in anger and kicked in your stomach. You almost fell to the ground if it wasn't for his deadly harsh grip on your arm. The air knocked out of you.

The thug was about to throw you into the dammned van before you were suddendly back on the ground again.

No longer having your arm crushed. Now curling up into a pained ball on the ground as you cried. Shiny perfect pearls rolling down your face.

There, infront of you, stood some darkly dressed man. Somehow, his scarf somehow floating...

Just a moment ago all those bad men were ready to drive off.... and now they were either knocked out on the ground or too pained to move...

What was this... mosnter? How did he do this? The scary looking man came closer to you, taking light steps.

You could see his face now. Some ridiculous yellow goggles on his eyes. His long, messy black hair swayed with his steps. Overall, he didnt look too bad... maybe a bit sleep-deprived and dead inside but oh well... What made him scary was the fact that he just wiped out this gang of men that wanted to kidnap you.

The unknown man kneels down in front of you. Not too close, not too far.

He observes you. Just faintly, you can see his eyes stare into yours from behind his strange yellow goggles.

"Are you alright?" He asks after a long silnece. You had alreadt seized your crying... now just a pile of little pearls on the ground.

"Im... fine." You whispered. In a broken choked voice. Who could blame you? You just released the loudest scream you ever had in your short life.

"Sounds like a lie. You're bleeding kiddo." The mysterious man sigh and reaches his hand towards you, to wich you flinch and scamble to your feet to take a step back.

The man frowns and stand up aswell, way more intimidating at his full height.

"There's no need to be afraid. Im here to help." He said, keeping the distance as to not scare you further.

This man... He may be scary but he didn't feel the same way the thugs on the ground felt.... More... safe.

How could some-one so scary feel safe? You wondered.

The man seemed to notice your questioning look but said nothing, merely making sure you didn't run off. You were injured and he needed the whole story.

"Whats your name?" He suddendly said, his voice soft and caring, as if he was speaking to a small child- oh wait, you were a small child.

You hesitated for a moment but decided to just answer before he bashed your head in like he did with the thugs.

"Y/N..." You answer softly. Not looking him in the face anymore.

"Where are your parents, Y/N?" He asked calmly. That question stunned you for a moment, maybe you should have expected it but somehow... no-one had asked you that before.

"...Non-exsistent." You answered bluntly. Not a hint of care for the subject in your voice.

The man had expected that but not in... such a careless way.

"I see... Would you trust me to help you?" He asked. This man only asked questions, how annoying.

"...No." You answered after a moment of silence. The man seemed baffled, as if no-one he had rescued had ever said 'no'.

He opened his mouth to say something yet before he could a groan was heard from the fish man on the ground behind him.

He shot into action at the mere sound and before you knew it you were off the ground and in his arms.

The wind blew into your face before the man tucked your head into his chest. Now you had no clue what was happening.

But judging from the loud air sounds, you were going fast as fuck.

As the surprise faded and you came back to your senses you started struggeling, to wich the man simply tightend his hold on you.

"Don't struggle, im taking you somewhere safer." He said calmly, tough the wind made it hard to hear. Was this dude doing parkour or something? You were getting sick from these abrupt movements! But i guess that did make you struggle less.

You tried to speak but this mans clothes were smothering your face. That weird scarf fluttering against your head as the man jumped and ran.

After an agonizing whileof running and wind he set you down on a chair. No wait, this was a car...

"Mister, what do you think you're doing-" You quickly asked but he held a finger to your lips and buckled you in. You were utterly confused.

First, some thugs tried to nab you for unknown reasons. And now this random man shoved you into his car?!

You gulped in slight fear yet looked around the car curiously, never having been in one before.

The man seemed satisfied with your silence and got into the car, taking the wheel and driving off.

"I know this is going too fast for you, but you'll be alright. Im EraserHead. A pro-hero." He side-eyed you and you simply looked up ahead. He was right, this was going too fast. And a pro-hero? This slobby dude? Really?

You said nothing and simply stared ahead. This was too complex for a child. You felt as if you should be scared but he had infact saved you... untill he grabbed you himself but eh.

EraserHead eventually stopped the car and got out before walking over to your side and unbuckeling you. Taking your hand as he leads you into a huge building.

"See, this is U.A. You've heard of it, haven't you?" He smiles slightly down at you. Those stupid goggles off of his face now so you could actually see his eyes.

You wanted to say no... but decided just to nod to avoid any boring info.

EraserHead led you into the grand building and after an endless amount of twists and turns you arrived at some sort of hospital room.

There, at a desk, set a tiny old lady. She turned her head and greeted EraserHead before turning her attention to you. You didn't know what it was about her but she immeadiatly had your trust.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked softly and observed your still bleeding head and multiple scrape wounds. Wich now that the adrenaline had stopped working, hurt quite a lot.

"I-Im fine." You meekly uttered, shrinking into yourself slightly. Eraserhead was about to comment 'Lies.' Once again but he didn't have the chance as the old lady shot him a glare.

"Is it okay if I help you dear?" She smiles at you. It was quite comforting since she wasn't way taller then you. You nod hesistanly.

The lady somewhat kisses your forehead and you can littarly feel your wounds being healed. Wich was really really weird!

The lady nodded and pat your head before gesturing to EraserHead that you were now fixed.

He nodded back and took your hand again. Seeing as this man claimed he was a hero, you'd seize your struggeling.. for now.

After another long trip of twists and turns youre back outside. Now walking on a nice path with a bunch of tall buildings next to it.

Where the hell did you end up?

"Students... This is Y/N. They'll be staying here temporally, untill I figure out how to solve their living situation." EraserHead ordered a group of weird looking teens. Wait, stay here?! Your consent was not asked!

Your eyes widen and you instictivly hide behind EraserHead. An action he found just adorable, tough he would never admit that.

The students stared for a moment untill you were suddendly swarmed.

Some pink girl squished your cheeks and you felt observed by everyone.

"Y/N, you're such a cutie. How did you end up here hmm?" The pink lady asked, to wich you had no answer. Luckily, EraserHead still exsisted and shooed the teens away.

"Y/N almost got abducted by a gang. They got hurt so I took them here. They don't seem to have parents or a guardian so untill that is sorted they stay here. If I hear even a single complaint from the kid, you're all dead." He sneered and glared at some spikey haired blonde specifically.

You gulped at all the attention and took a step backwards only to bump into some green haired guy.

He smiled such a friendly smile down at you, it was impossible to feel scared. That was what you tought untill he hugged you.

"Whats your quirk, little Y/N?" He asked sickingly sweet as he held you. You bet he tought it was comforting but after today and the amount of grabbing you've lived trough it was not..

"I um... cry pearls..." You uttered weakly. Overwhelmed by all the states and attention.

He nodded and seemed fascinated. Patting your head. "Thats so cool! Do they stay forever or is it temporary? Is it real pearl or does it just look like it? Does it hurt? Are there drawbacks? Do you get tired? Does i-"

"Shut up you stupid nerb!" That spikey haired blonde dude yelled harshly and his hand suddendly exploded.

You yelped in surprise and clung onto the green haired boy for dear life.

Not a moment later the blonde get wacked in the head by EraserHead.

"Stop bothering them. Introduce yourselfs so I can show them their room, they must be tired." He instructs and they did indeed introduce themselves. Some more elaborate then others but hey.... Its not like you'd remember their names anytime soon...

Like he said, EraserHead, also known as Aizawa now, led you up the stairs and showed you a vacant room.

There was a bed, a coffee table, a desk and a chair.... Thats more then you've ever had! Oh my god?!

Aizawa noticed you absolute bafflement and had to surpress a chuckle.

"Will you be able to sleep kiddo?" He asked softly and looked down at you. You slowly nodded, still taking the room in.

He smiled and pat your head before leaving you in the room. Closing the door behind him. You were now alone. And very tired. So you slumped onto the bed and fell asleep.

"Y/N. Wake up. Satou made breakfast." Some sweet female voice called out to you in your sleep. You slowly opened your eyes and were met with... Momo.... And her last name was too long for you to remember, so Momo it was.

Her black hair was nicely tied up and she put some clothes at the end of your bed.

"Come down when youre ready." She smiled and left your room. You were still sleepy but complied. Wow, these people were nice.

You put on your clothes, you had no clue how they got your meassurements but whatever.

You came downstairs and followed the sound of loud teens.

It led you to the dining room in this weird dorm like building and the room went quiet when you stepped in.

You were almost scared you did something wrong untill the students began argueing on who you should sit next to.

You stood there awkwardly before you were grabbed of the ground by none other then Aizawa and he just plopped you into an empty chair.

Now the people argued over who got to sit next to you but you just shrunk into yourself and quietly ate your food. It was amazing!

The students finally stopped bickering by the time you were done with eating, so, it was all for nothing. You jumped of your seat and went back to your room, unsure of what you were supposed, and allowed, to do.

Like that, life went on for some weeks. Tough you had noticed the way the class had become way more clingy and affectionate. You almost felt like some baby-doll they were assigned to take care off and got too attached to.

Your room had slowly been filled up with gifts and toys you had never seen before. But as much as you wanted to ignore it.... you had noticed how your balcony window did not open...

"Kiri, put me down! I can stand, I have legs!" You huff and struggle. Thats another thing they liked to do. Just pick you up.

"Would you rather not have legs, hmm?" He smiled sickingly sweet. It shut you right up. Another one of those scary remarks.

Something was wrong with these people.

You were hoping and praying for Aizawa to finish finding where you would go. Maybe an orphanage? Perhaps directly to a family?

He would never tell you he stopped searching long ago.

As Kirishima carried you to the living room for a movie you noticed everyone had gathered there.

You were put right in the middle, nicely tucked into a blanket. The movie started and you tried your best to pay attention... but you felt more watched then the movie...

You wanted to go home... But there was no home. You used to live in a dumpster for gods sake! They really had you stuck here.

The evening commenced and you fell asleep on the couch. It was way past your bedtime afterall.

The next day, you just woke up back in your bed. Probably carried there by who knows who... Everyone of these kids was strong enough to carry ten of you!

It was a nice loop. Wake up, eat, get left 'alone' for the school hours, play with the teens, eat, sleep. The same, every day.

You were so stuck in this routine. Figurativly and littarly.

You were used to it yes.... But they wouldn't ever let you leave either.

You hadnt tried yet... But each time you wandered outside you were quickly dragged back... It's like you were watched 24/7.

They didn't want you to play outside. It was dangerous. You could catch a cold, or scrape your knee.

All very normal things. You tried to reason. Back when you lived on the streets you got hurt and sick all the time. It made them even more protective.

Soon, you began noticing. The hushed whispers they tought you didn't hear. The hidden cameras. The damm baby monitor under you bed.

They were crazy! They had to be! What was all this? Why weren't you sent away yet?

What were you doing here?

Answers never came. You just had to stay in the loop. Wake up, eat, get left 'alone' for the school hours, play with the teens, eat, sleep.

Thats what they wanted.

You didn't have to know how dear you were to them. An innocent child. Waiting for them at the end of a stressfull day. Smiling and laughing.

You were precious to them.

You didn't have to know. You just had to stay.

None of them had ever expected that they could agree on something this... unhealty. Yet they did.

These teens, with such diffrencess, agreed to keep you with them.

How absurd.

But it happned anyways.

All was fine untill these 'villains' attacked their school.

From what you've heard, it wasn't the first time. You had seen nothing of the fight.

Aizawa had handed you to Jirou and Asui right at the beginning. They had a simple task. Bring you to the safest possible place.

Wich to your displeasure was a basement.

It was dark and you could hear fighting, but you couldnt go see. Couldnt move.

They made sure of that.

You were like their sibling. Their dear younger sibling.

You had suffred enough.

If they couldnt keep you safe now, how would they ever be great hero's?

So thats how security became even stronger after the attack.

No longer were you even allowed to step a foot outside. Not even look at the door if they could help it.

There was always someone with you.

Some nicer then other.... Surprisingly, Bakugo had more chill then Midoriya.

The angry blonde tought you how too cook omelets while the green nerd didn't even let you lift a finger.

Life was dull, repetitive and utterly.... boring.

What was fun if there were no risks? You couldn't go down a slide without someone holding you the whole way.

Couldnt build a pillow fort without Uraraka standing by for if anything fell.... Not even a pillow could graze your skin or panic would break loose!

You could argue as much as you wanted. In the end it didn't matter. You were the child. You were helpless. You needed them.

They made that clear.

And you would never, ever leave.

Where could you go?

It was them.... or nothing.

Have a nice day/night!

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#platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #mha #yandere mha #my hero academia #anime oneshot #oneshots #yandere #aizawa #deku

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trippingontheescalator · 2 months

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Curious about the direction the HP fandom has gone

Okay, so as an old HP fan from way back when the books were first coming out, and then getting hit with the nostalgia and decided to return after years and years of not interacting with the fandom at all, the changes are truly mindboggling and I'd love to get to the bottom of some things.

Like, the disappearance of Blaise Zabini. Blaise was a fan favorite way back when we only knew his name but now I barely hear a whisper of his name. Now, the obvious answer is racism, which I think is the #1 reason why Blaise-pairings have dropped of significantly. Back then we all thought Blaise was a hot Italian girl, and then we found out he's a black man and suddenly people stop writing about him? Hm, yeah, seems the obvious answer (especially considering the popularity of other characters who are just a name on a page *cough*regulusblack*cough*).

Or the rise in Snape-hate. Like, Snape used to be the fan favorite. Everyone loved Snape. The meaner he was, the more we liked him. Being mean to children was a plus, not a negative lol. And this was back when we all thought he was a pureblood who came from a wealthy family like the Malfoys. Now by the time the 7th book came out I had pretty much moved on and so I didn't really see the fallout of readers discovering his actual background, so I don't know if his drop in popularity is classism and learning that he isn't a palette-swapped Lucius Malfoy or not, but honestly I would figure his impoverished background would be a plus in these times. Like Snape is obviously one of JKR's least favorite characters, and considering how she-who-must-not-be-named has destroyed her reputation with her increasing radicalization you'd figure the poor, abused, author-hating character would become more beloved instead of the rich, white, heteronormative bullies who barely even show up in the books. Like with our increasing knowledge of social injustice, I just don't understand why the fandom would want to latch onto the Marauders? And I just can't believe Snape's handful of snippets with Lily is the cause of his downfall (like what's there is barely enough to fill up a few pages, and there are certainly more toxic relationships in the series that are still beloved), or the fact that he was a Death Eater or that he inadvertently caused the deaths of the Potters (we already knew that in GoF and HPB respectively and he was still beloved, and this was when we assumed he didn't give a shit about the Potters or if they died when he went snitching). Draco is still popular. DRACO who doesn't give two shits about slinging around the word "mudblood," as opposed to Snape who actually changed for the better.

Am I just too old to understand? Is this like 90s fashion coming back in style (no, I won't do it again, I don't care if it's cringy I'm sticking with my millennial styles, I did the platforms and the slip dresses and the cargo pants in high school and I'm not putting myself through that again lol you gen z's can pry my comfortable mom jeans from my cold, dead fingers, I don't care if it makes me look old, that's the point, I AM old). Like, in addition to 90s fashion, has the 90s obsession with luxury athletic fashion like Lacoste come back in style? All those fashion ads of rich white people on yachts with popped collar polos? Are people starting to obsess over the Marauders because nouveau riche conspicuous consumption is coming back in style? It can't all just be young kids who have only read AtYD and have never actually opened one of the books, can it?

There also seems to be a trend of treating characters as if they're real people. I mean, we've always done it (Snape Wives, I'm looking at you), but now it almost feels as if the crimes characters commit are treated as if they're real crimes and that liking them is somehow a moral failing on the reader's fault. If you were to say "I don't like Snape, his douchy actions anger me, I'd rather skip all the parts he shows up in" I'd say, cool, I get that. That's normal. But "Snape is an abuser, a racist, and an incel and if you like him you're probably those things too" is fucking weird. Like, Harry and Hermione are not real children. Snape is not a real person. The things that happen in this book have as much influence on the real world as me imagining ninjas breaking into my workplace on a slow day. And that "media does not exist in a vacuum" pisses me off because it's blatantly misused. The pieces of media that have had serious consequences? Jaws, The Birth of a Nation. One resulted in the culling of sharks, the other helped restart the KKK. Do you know what those two pieces of media have in common? They're not about fucking wizards and magic schools. They instead paint a target on real groups. After twenty years nobody has ever tried to hurt a marginalized group of people because of a harry potter book (except for JKR herself).

Anyway, these are just some random thoughts, feel free to chime in with your own.

#pro snape #severus snape #pro severus snape #snapedom #mostly snape some blaise #would love to hear form some marauders fans but im not touching that tag with a ten foot pole #yikes

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tootiecakes234 · 5 months

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I’m gonna rank jjk peoples and the things they are best at

Some SFW AND NSFW

All characters aged up.

*im just ranking the top 3 for each category.

SFW:

Best cook:

Nanami (would cook 3 course meals everyday if he had the time)

Itadori (big ass appetite and cooked for himself a lot growning up)

Panda ( i just feel like he’s the cook for himself, toge, and maki)

Best singer:

Megumi ( he hums when he’s concentrating but no one mentions it because if he realized, he’d never do it again)

Geto (Gojo used to force him to sing because he loved his voice)

Todo (hear me out, he sings so often and it’s great but everyone ends up telling him to shut the fuck up cuz he will just keep going forever)

Biggest gossips (I don’t need to explain these):

Gojo

Nobara

Toge & Panda

Best gift givers:

Shoko (i feel like she’s pays very close attention to detail and would know exactly what you want)

Nanami ( would get you something that you want AND something that you need. Balance)

Megumi (is more of a listener than a talker so he 100% knows what people want)

Worst liars:

Itadori (poor baby can’t lie to save his life)

Yuta (again… lying just isn’t his thing)

Haibara (innocent sweet baby)

Best liars:

Geto & Gojo (lied to everyone and said they never saw each other in private after that day…. Puh-lease!)

Nobara (constantly telling Gojo she doesn’t know where those charges on his card came from.. weird)

Shoko (covering for Gojo when he did go meet with Geto)

Worst drivers:

Maki (music blasting, windows down, curbs hit and vibes. She’s also driving 20over the speed limit at all times)

Gojo ( this man can’t be hurt so he drives like a god damn maniac)

Gakuganji (he’s old and someone needs to take away his license)

NSFW:

Best overall in bed (not explaining):

Toji

Shoko

Geto

Best eaters:

Maki (I shouldn’t have to explain…. This woman EATS DOWN. Will not stop until the sheets are soaked and your legs are shaking)

Shoko (women do it best and shoko…. Yea she’s top tier. Have you outside her door with a boombox)

Yuta (the only man to make this list because he is a MUNCH.)

Most loving in bed:

Nanami (obviously… rose petals on the bed, slow moves deep strokes and great aftercare)

Toge (he shows you what his words cannot say)

Choso (would not leave a patch of skin untouched and he loves to talk you through the whole thing)

Meanest in bed:

Sukuna (very obvi, more pain than pleasure. Uses you like a plaything)

Mei Mei ( she’s tying you up, gagging you and overstimming to hell, but you will enjoy yourself)

Ijichi (stick with me…. This man is used and abused all day at work and he comes home to let that out on you… I feel like he’s a mean dom)

Pillow princess energy:

Nobara ( is the exact definition of a pillow princess. Treat her well)

Mei Mei (on the days when she’s not up for the work, she will sit back and let you try and please her until she gets tired)

Gojo (he comes home a lot of times exhausted and just wants to be rode or be sucked off)

Biggest tease:

Gojo (he’s just so physically affectionate, he would have you squirming and not even be doing it on purpose)

Megumi (would 1000% be on purpose but it would be so subtle. You’d be gaslit into thinking you’re making it all up in your head)

Sukuna (just wants to see how fast he can make you get on your knees and beg for him

Best subs:

Yuta (he would be down on his knees for you. Does anything to make you happy)

Choso (self explanatory. Loves to serve you)

Gojo (but only for Geto. Cannot tell me he didn’t go to him begging to be fucked more than once after their breakup.

*this was so much fun

#jjk drabble #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #gojo saturo #suguru geto #inumaki toge #jjk panda #nanami kento #mei mei #nobara kugisaki #shoko ieiri #yuta okkotsu #choso kamo #fushiguro megumi #nijika ijichi #maki zenin #toji fushiguro

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taiyeoki · 6 months

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PRETTY LITTLE PUSSY | Kashimo Hajime

↳ Kashimo + Reader

Genre : Smut

W/C : 4.8K

Warnings : 🔞Minors do not interact | Contains fingering, edging, squirting, breast play, slight electrocution (come on it's Kashimo🧍🏻‍♀️), pussy drunk Kashimo, dirty talk, praising, a bit of fluff.

Synopsis : Hakari invites you and Kashimo to hangout but Kashimo had been dying to get home. Little did you know he had other plans instead of just relaxing with you. When you wanted to have fun in the café, he wanted to have fun as well, just not in the way you had expected.

A/N : I was bored. Man I can't seem to find Tumblr's HTML part, I wanna make stuff with different colours 💀 Reader is a fem btw.

Hakari knew Kashimo was an ancient man who came from the 1600 so he had to drag him out to town. Kashimo had a hard time understanding the modern world after all, so Hakari would be his "saviour" who would teach him everything he should know. Hence, Kashimo had been invited to hangout at a bubble tea café because he said that it was "trendy" and lots of people had been buying from that café recently.

It was funnier how he would honestly lecture everyone in this modern era, repeating "sorcerers these days..." or "back in my day..." Like an old man that he is despite being in his prime. Plus he couldn't understand much of what Hakari and Kirara spoke of;

"What are you slaying?"

"What is a 'Pikachu vibe' and why do they keep calling me that? Is it a bad thing?"

"Period? Y/n are you on your period? Should I get a heating pad for you?"

Which is why you were here now because number one, you knew Kashimo would disappear the moment he even thinks about leaving Hakari's side and number two, you had been invited anyway. You were currently standing in line to buy your drinks while Kashimo and Hakari sat at a nearby booth next to the window to keep a spot for you guys to hangout at, the sunlight shining down on them. The sunbeam hits Kashimo's face as it gave him a glowing look, caressing his skin and giving life to his warm eyes. His cyan orbs were complimented with the pinkish hue of lightning patterns under his eyes. Kashimo's eyebrows were furrowed as usual and his eyelashes looked naturally curled. He had a calm yet fierce expression which honestly turned you on as a slight aching between your legs appeared.

Kashimo had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows the way he knows you like it. You could see how veiny and muscular his arms were when he didn't have his bandages wrapped around his forearm. You tried shaking off any thoughts that were creeping into your head though as a pool began forming in your pants. Meanwhile the two of them had privacy to themselves as they waited for you to return with their drinks.

"Well?" Hakari initiates as Kashimo responds with a hum to let him continue his question. Instead, Hakari stared at him with a cheeky smile as he had his left hand held an 'O' shape while his right hand had his fingers moving in an out of that 'O' in a fucking motion. "Y/n?"

"... Is that a domain expansion?" Kashimo asked, confused on what Hakari was doing with his hands.

"PFFT A DOMAIN EXPANSION?" Hakari laughed out loud, cackling so much that it caught everyone's attention and yours. You turned back to see what the two were talking about although you couldn't hear what they said other than Hakari's laughter. It made you happy to say the least as you saw your boyfriend chatting with someone since he was never the type to be a social butterfly. Although you don't think that he cracked a joke since Kashimo looked even more confused than you did. The poor man couldn't understand the action Hakari did. After all they never had such an openly explicit movement back in the Edo period.

It looked like Hakari was dying from laughter as he held his abdomen, wheezing as he spoke, "what kind of sex domain is that?" After a while though his cackling died down and you finally return with all your bubble tea. Hakari looked like he lost all the oxygen in his body.

"What happened?" You tried to inquire, wanting to know what they were laughing about but Hakari just chuckles as he was reminded of what did happened. Shrugging it off as he replied, "don't worry about it. It looks like I broke him though," Hakari said as he points to Kashimo. As you looked over to him, Kashimo had his forehead planted against the edge of the table, face hidden and his body still. You decided to brush it off since the cyan haired man looked like he didn't want to say anything else.

Unbeknownst to Hakari though you and Kashimo had already have a fair share of lovemaking together. He just never expected that a 400 year old man was still capable of fucking since he always looked too busy wanting to fight Sukuna anyway.

Throughout your time with the two you noticed Kashimo being silent. You knew he wasn't too talkative especially with anyone other than you but this time he was oddly quiet. When you looked over to him he looked a bit bothered. Is he sick?

"Jime? You alright?" You checked up on him wanting to make sure he's fine. His face was a bit flushed and he looked like he was trying to stabilize his breathing but little did you know his head was full of erotic thoughts of fucking you till your legs won't work.

Soon enough you all decided to part ways and Kashimo was especially persistent on it. You didn't understand why but he looked... Upset?

By the time you entered your welcoming home you both shared, he almost seemed to rush in, passing you as he accidentally bumps into you. Kashimo exhaled, making an exhausted sigh which sounded as if he's been holding his breath in and it made you worried. You were too concerned for him to even notice the growing tent in his pants.

"Hajime? You alri—" Kashimo's lips crashes into yours before you can even finish the sentence. Fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue invades your mouth, the kiss forceful and demanding. His other hand grips your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him. He was such a good kisser, always so passionate and he knows exactly how to tease you to keep you on edge. You're completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he cages you on your back against the wall between his strong arms.

You manage to let go, gasping, "Hajime! What are you—"

"Fuck. Been needing you all day long," his hand travels up your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt softly yet urgently.

"Do you know how long my cock's been aching huh? God knows I wanted to just bend you over back at the café and eat you out right then and there," he groans, kisses trailing from your neck to your collarbone as he takes in your sweet scent. He knows how much weaker you are compared to him— soft, delicate, and sensitive to touch. His touch was a perfect mix of gentle and rough, the man knew how to work with your body and have you screaming and begging for him.

"Need you so much," he mumbles against your skin. He swiftly shoves your pants down, revealing your cute panties that you were wearing and he drags his fingers through your folds, tracing against the wet patch that had already formed.

"Hajime," you mutter out to your boyfriend breathless, desperate for any touch at all as you instinctively spread your legs open with the help of Kashimo's knee pushing you further apart and whine, trying to hold his broad shoulders for support.

He traces soft kisses down, following from your neck to your collarbone then to your chest and further below to your waist. Soon enough he's settled between your legs and you feel his hot breath against your panties.

"Trained this pussy so well," he hums, pulling off your panties and revealing the wet mess behind the fabric. "You're already so wet just from my kisses," he smiles knowing you're just as touch starved as he was.

Blushing, your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure but only to yelp when you felt his face sink in your wet pussy. Kashimo takes in your erotic scent, diving between your legs. Fuck— he's too good. Kashimo drags his tongue from your clit up towards your aching sex. He licks you tenderly, exploring your folds with his tongue, "you taste so good."

He groans against your skin as he speeds up his ministrations, tongue working in you with rhythm as he tastes all your love juice, prodding inside your pussy and feeling the spongy insides. You feel his lips wrap around your clit as he starts sucking almost desperately. In fact you feel as though he was enjoying this more than you were. His nose nudges against your skin, face smothered in your wet pussy as he eats you out.

You were practically shaking now, his hands gripped your thighs to keep you spread apart as you buck your hips and whine, needing to cum yet he doesn't give enough pleasure just to keep edging you. You can feel him smirk, his hungry gaze took in the sight of you squirming with need as you moaned desperately with tears pricking the corner of your eyes. Unfortunately for you the moment you felt the familiar knot form in your abdomen, Kashimo pulls away before you can even release, leaving you whining.

Stiffled moans left Kashimo, his cock pulsing in his pants as it only grew. He groans from seeing how fucked out you are, your face was flushed and you had tears dripping down, saliva wetting the edges of your lips as you pant. The sight made his dick want to explode.

"Hm? You're gonna have to tell me what you want. Whining isn't gonna help," Kashimo smirks, his expression looks smug seeing you writhe as he takes full control of your orgasm.

"You're so close," Hajime teases, knowing full well that he could end this torment at any moment. "Tell me, y/n. Do you like being on the edge like this?"

"Fuck- Hajime please, don't stop," you pleaded desperately, face flushed but you couldn't care about anything else right now. Kashimo's smile tugs at his lips as it grew with smugged pride. He knew only he could get you to beg for him like you are now.

Kashimo doesn't hesitate doing what you wanted, taking a whiff of your soaked pussy and once more the man is being pussy drunk. This time though he isn't as gentle as he was which caught you in surprise and yelp. Kashimo was aggressively sucking on everything he could as if it was going to be his last meal, lapping up anything at all and leaving no drops of your slick pussy juice. It drove you wilder as his hand slides between your legs, finding your entrance. He teases you for a moment before slipping one finger inside, slowly stretching you open for him, moaning at the feel of his large hand

"That's it," he murmurs, his finger moving in and out of you, easily finding your G-spot. His other hand slips underneath him to rub against his own hard length. "Tell me how it feels."

"Ah fuck— Hajime- it feels s'good!" You cry out with a stutter in between moans. With Kashimo's quickening pace, his finger thrusts into you mercilessly, getting greedier than he already was. You could feel his long finger slide in and out of you as his large hand palms at your clit while he eats you out, spreading sweet kisses over your pussy. He was falling harder for you by the second if it's even possible anymore considering how much he showers you with affection. A couple if seconds later you start falling apart, gasping and moaning as you tried to push his head away.

Kashimo only groans at you when you tried to remove him from your overstimulated pussy in vain. "Too much," you gasp. "Can't take it- Hajime!" You stutter in between moans and gasps, crying out as he has your brain turning into mush with just a single digit and his tongue. Watching you pull at your lip with your teeth has his cock drooling more than it was and he knew you were about to cum. Kashimo easily slips another finger in, and you feel his thick finger prod in your spongy walls. Both fingers immediately abusing that one spot in you which has your eyes rolling back to your head and crying out loud moans. The moment your pussy tighten more than it already was, he knew you were about to reach your high with the bubbling feeling once more.

"Don't you fucking dare cum," Kashimo however demands which has you desperately whining for sweet relief. He keeps his eye contact with you, watching how vulnerable you are right now and you feel so exposed as he takes in your form, drooling, moaning, gasping, writhing, anything at all. Kashimo's still palming himself, his red tip just begging to be relieved as well but he's holding back so he could cum with you too. "Please Hajime," you weakly cry out. It's as if you've lost all your energy already but to your luck, Kashimo grunts and finally allows you to release.

"Alright, since you've been such a good girl. My cute little slut deserves to cum doesn't she? Fucking do it then. Cum on my face," he groans, voice laced with lust. Finally he gives one hard thrust which has you sent over the edge, immediately cumming all over his fingers and tongue as he drinks it up. It intensifies when Kashimo sends a spark of electricity adding to the sensation, your sensitive pussy squirting all over his face which has him releasing his own load, making a gutteral moan.

"Fuck- Hajime!" Crying out loud moans, you've never felt this good before after being edged so much. The moment you finally stop squirting, your body falls limp and he pulls away as you pant heavily. His face is covered with your sweet juices and the floor splattered with his own seed.

Kashimo drags his tongue over his teeth, cleaning himself up and showing off those fangs as drops of pussy juice fell on his tongue to lap up. He brings the back of his veiny hand up to wipe his face off, "what a fucking whore. You made a mess."

Kashimo stands up and towers over your frail form, watching the art he made out of you as you held onto him for support, panting still. He delivers a harsh smack to your pussy, causing a wet slap to be heard as he chuckles darkly when you yelp. "You're so damn wet. C'mere," Kashimo easily picks you up, laying you over his broad shoulder with your ass next to his face and he takes a rough slap on your plush skin. "Hajime, you're the reason I'm wet!" Blushing, you try and retort his words to which he only chuckles at. It's as if he was carrying a feather, almost like you were just a pillow to him when he brings you along with him into your shared room. He doesn't struggle at all, entering both your room and gently kicking the door close behind him, flopping you down on the soft bed with a bit of bounce.

With the cyan haired man towering over you, he's eyeing you as if a hungry predator full of lust and it already has you aching once more, wet dripping slowly down your folds. He doesn't break eye contact with you when he reaches over to grab his nyoi staff at the corner of the bed, his seductive smirk revealing the sharp fangs as if he was ready to shove his teeth into you. Kashimo brings his muscular arm under your knees, bringing your legs up to expose your core and you feel like burning up from being flushed and from your own body reacting to him. The spherical tip of his staff presses against your wet folds has you gasping, looking down to see him tempting you as he rubs your own juices around your pussy. Your wet slick spreads onto his staff, lubricating it. "What do ya want? You're not speaking but your body is telling me everything I need to know. What's wrong? Don't tell me you're shy now? A moment ago you were moaning and crying like a slut."

"Fuck— Hajime please.." you pleaded, you can't take this aching anymore. Your walls are throbbing painfully and it's killing you. You needed to have him, to have everything he gives you but Kashimo only teases you with the nyoi staff and presses it harder against your pussy but it doesn't go in. He rubs the tip of it up and down from your pussy to your ass, the lubricated stick playing with your asshole and it made you feel dirty. "Hm? What's that? I can't hear you. Speak up." You knew he heard you. He just wanted to enjoy this moment and his smirk showed how entertained he was. A light spark of lightning flashed between his buns and he led a gentle course of it run through his nyoi staff against your aching pussy which has your hips bucking in surprise, a harsh moan caught in your throat.

"Ah— Fuck, need you. I need you please. Please just fuck me with your big cock. Can't take it anymore!" You begged for him to stop teasing and the more you pleaded the more satisfied he got, his predatory smile only grew. He took the staff away from your pussy which has you whining. He takes the spherical tip of it to his face, keeping eye contact with you as he licked the tip of it, tasting your pussy on it. His cyan orbs kept a sharp gaze on you, lustful as he savours your taste.

Kashimo satisfied himself with your taste on his nyoi staff. His dick couldn't wait either and he places it back down on the bed, crawling over your small form compared to him. His muscular arms caged you within, toned chest and chiseled abs hovering over you. The sight of body already already had you drooling, blushing at his divine looks. His soft hair fell to his sides and down above you and you got to see his features up close. He looked incredible with his fierce expression, sharp jawline and it all shows off how much power the man has, emanating dominance but to Kashimo he was the one who got lucky enough to have you all for himself. His heart fluttered at the sight in front of him, taking in your beauty, soft lips, glowing skin, bright eyes. Sometimes you wonder how a man like him fell in love with you but he genuinely did find you as the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in these 400 years. To him you were perfect. Your body was perfect and he wouldn't want you to change anything about yourself at all. He loves you the way you are now.

The aching pain at Kashimo's dick snapped him out of the trance you had on him. "You're already so warm and ready for me," he murmurs, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your lips. His hand continues to explore your body, tracing gentle patterns on your abdomen, fingers dancing over youe body. He trails his fingertips down to your inner thighs, brushing lightly against your sensitive folds. He lines up his dick against your entrance, tempted to just dive right in but he keeps his impatience at bay.

"You ready?"

"Mhm," you hum, prepared for him for fuck you senseless. "Perfect," he whispers, leaning down to kiss your stomach.

The moment you replied, he immediately entered your heat but he takes his time savouring it. The painfully slow pace causing a gutteral moan from him as he groans, finally feeling your pussy wrap around his length. Your own moan got cut off by him leaning in to kiss you, sharing your passion with one another. Kashimo pulls out of you and dives back in roughly, causing his dick to attack your G-spot with precision and you moan out loudly. He starts thrusting more, increasing the speed of it as Kashimo couldn't withstand being patient anymore.

"You're such a needy little slut," Hajime whispers against your lips between passionate kisses, groaning from time to time as he tries speaking with occasional moans which only turned you on. His dick continued to work inside of you, pounding into your tight pussy with greed.

Kashimo smirks against your lips before continuing to kiss you deeply. He moves his hips gently, grinding against you creating an intensified sensation as the tip of his dick constantly hits your spot. "You're just a dirty little whore for me."

Hajime presses his lips to yours, his tongue dancing against yours as he continues to thrust inside of your spongy walls. Whimpering and moaning, Kashimo already has you getting fucked out that you can't even form proper sentences to say. "You're such a filthy little slut," Hajime groans, his cock finding the perfect rhythm inside of you. "I bet you beg for more every time."

Kashimo doesn't neglect your breasts, noticing the hardening mounds, his large hand wraps around your soft chest and starts to knead. Your moans were muffled into the kiss, nipples being tugged and played with. Kashimo brings the kiss down from your jawline to your collarbone and soon reaching your sensitive breasts, feeling his hot breath fan against you.

At this rate your body couldn't take any more, the man was too good. He fills your head with sultry whispers as he fucks you dumb.

"So damn cock hungry and I've only started," "you like me pounding into your guts don't you?" "That's my good little slut."

You were getting fucked senseless especially with occasional sparks of lightning that seeps out from him being unable to hold back. Kashimo intensifies the pleasure though, even catching you in surprise as you didn't think it was even possible to be fucked any better. His muscular arms easily work with your body, snaking under your fragile legs to swiftly put you in a mating press. He had a look of greed and lust as he almost desperately pound into you.

The position you were in now allowed his dick to hit places even you can't reach. You gasp at the feeling of his tip expertly hitting your womb, eyes widening as your moans only grew. The way you were now has you trapped between him and Kashimo had full control over the situation. You were simply under his mercy and his predatory smile only grew. The only thought in his mind now was to just fuck you.

"Fuck," Kashimo growls against your ear, his length working faster inside of you. His hand grips your hips tightly as he continues to bring you pleasure. "You're fucking incredible."

Sweat drips down from him onto you. "Fuck, you feel so good y/n," he groans, his eyes locked onto yours as his thrusts start to get sloppy. His hips slam into you roughly now. He releases one hand to grip your neck, the other now clenching the sheets beneath him. "You're so damn perfect."

"Shit- Hajime I can't—" you were beginning to reach your climax, unable to hold back any longer. Your whimpers turned into cries and he only made it harder for you to hold back with how he had you in a gentle choke, his grip on your neck sends a light course of electricity running through your body. Your eyes rolled back a bit more as your body turns out limp in pleasure just for him to use.

"Fu- hah shit- you wanna cum? You wanna c-cum huh?" Kashimo breathes, the words more of a moan than anything else. He's close now, feeling you wrap around him, milking his cock as he fucks you faster and harder. You could only nod vigorously, overstimulated by all this and moaning desperately for sweet relief. "Let's- ah fuck. Let's cum together."

Kashimo's just as impatient as you are now, both of you needing to reach your climax. "Y/n—" Kashimo groans, feeling his climax building once more within him. "I love you so much." With one last powerful thrust, he releases his hot seed deep inside you, tip entering your womb as he fills you up and his face is dusted with a reddish blush. Your mixed fluids coating your insides. He gives your ass a rough smack and with his spanking came more electrifying sensation sending you over the edge.

He leans in close to your neck, biting your supple skin and his teeth digging into you, leaving bite marks. You could feel his veiny cock twitching and throbbing inside of you, pussy clenching around him. Kashimo fits perfectly into you as if you were made for him.

"Hajime!--" Crying out his name loudly, you scream in pleasure and the room is filled with both your moans and grunts, whimpers and cries. You're drooling with tears pricking your eyes, blushing and taking in the erotic sight of milking him dry.

Kashimo then moves to kiss you, lips locking and intertwining as his groans are muffled and so are your cries.

Your back arches, practically screaming moans now as you squirt once more, both your release mixing as your walls tighten around to keep him inside. He groans at the feel, riding out his orgasm. Coating his cock with love juice, you're gripping the sheets beneath you and finally Kashimo's thrusts slow down into a halt and he pulls away from the kiss, looking down at the mess below him, taking in the sight of your beauty.

Both of you are panting heavily, unable to say anything yet from how much stimulation you went through.

His abs were splattered with your squirt due to the mating press, balls deep in you and his hard cock painted with both your cum. You both stayed there until he finally speaks up.

"Fuck, y/n," Kashimo murmurs as he pulls out of your pussy, his lips and tongue trailing over your jaw in sync. "You make me so fucking happy."

He chuckles when you can only whimper as a response, "was I too rough? Sorry. Couldn't help myself, after all your fucking perfect." He leans down closer to you, hot breath fanning your ear when he mutters, "love you so much baby..."

"Love you too..." You croak out, tired from earlier.

Kashimo nibbles at your earlobe, his warm lips against your colder skin then he showers you with sweet kisses. Making sure to give attention to your lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, anything at all, he lays soft kisses on them.

Kashimo plops himself down beside you, chest heaving from panting and he wraps his strong arms around your small frame. He hums and nuzzles against the crook of your neck, resting there for a moment and it makes you giggle from seeing this soft sight. Kashimo had always been a brute fighter so it made you feel special whenever he only shows this sweet side of him to you.

"Jime..." You call out to him, your angelic voice like music to his ears. He'd always melt to your touch, your voice, your love.

"Hm?"

"That was amazing."

Kashimo chuckles more, his smile was so captivating to you. He looked so soft and gentle when he smiles, so sweet and it makes you forget that this man was the strongest in the Edo period who goes around causing mass murders to challengers who provoke him.

"Love you so much y/n. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You bring your small hand up to cup his cheek, pulling him closer into a comforting kiss and he reciprocates, returning the love as you felt his smile grow. You stay there for a moment until soon enough both of you ran out I'd breath, panting when you pull away.

Kashimo wanted more kisses but he didn't want to tire you out too much. He hums, "do you wanna drink anything?"

"Water is fine."

"Alright," he sits up and gets off the bed, leaving you alone for a moment but you can still feel his warmth in his side of the bed. He made sure to cover you with the blanket first and you cuddled into it, nuzzling his pillow and taking in his comforting scent.

Kashimo returns with a glass of water, his other hand held warm cloth for you to clean yourself up with.

You attempt to stand, seeing him invite you to join him and clean yourselves up but as you laid your foot on the ground, you wobbled a bit. Kashimo instantly catches you before you could fall though. "Are you alright? Do you need me to carry you?"

You laugh a bit, "yeah. You did this after all."

"Pfft, alright," he sets the glass down on the nightstand and easily carries you up in his muscular arms. He gives you a peck, being held in a bridal style, allowing you to take in the view of his chiseled chest, sharp jawline, soft cyan hair. The golden light shining in through the window also reflected his good looks.

Your hand goes up to gently brush over the lightning patterns at his bottom eyelids and he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. You stayed there for a few seconds and it was the most comforting silence you've ever felt. Kashimo's eyes open, showing off his bright cyan orbs, smiling down at you.

"Come on. Let's take a shower."

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A Wise Pair of Fools: A Retelling of “The Farmer’s Clever Daughter”

For the Four Loves Fairy Tale Challenge at @inklings-challenge.

Faith

I wish you could have known my husband when he was a young man. How you would have laughed at him! He was so wonderfully pompous—oh, you’d have no idea unless you’d seen him then. He’s weathered beautifully, but back then, his beauty was bright and new, all bronze and ebony. He tried to pretend he didn’t care for personal appearances, but you could tell he felt his beauty. How could a man not be proud when he looked like one of creation’s freshly polished masterpieces every time he stepped out among his dirty, sweaty peasantry?

But his pride in his face was nothing compared to the pride he felt over his mind. He was clever, even then, and he knew it. He’d grown up with an army of nursemaids to exclaim, “What a clever boy!” over every mildly witty observation he made. He’d been tutored by some of the greatest scholars on the continent, attended the great universities, traveled further than most people think the world extends. He could converse like a native in fifteen living languages and at least three dead ones.

And books! Never a man like him for reading! His library was nothing to what it is now, of course, but he was making a heroic start. Always a book in his hand, written by some dusty old man who never said in plain language what he could dress up in words that brought four times the work to some lucky printer. Every second breath he took came out as a quotation. It fairly baffled his poor servants—I’m certain to this day some of them assume Plato and Socrates were college friends of his.

Well, at any rate, take a man like that—beautiful and over-educated—and make him king over an entire nation—however small—before he turns twenty-five, and you’ve united all earthly blessings into one impossibly arrogant being.

Unfortunately, Alistair’s pomposity didn’t keep him properly aloof in his palace. He’d picked up an idea from one of his old books that he should be like one of the judge-kings of old, walking out among his people to pass judgment on their problems, giving the inferior masses the benefit of all his twenty-four years of wisdom. It’s all right to have a royal patron, but he was so patronizing. Just as if we were all children and he was our benevolent father. It wasn’t strange to see him walking through the markets or looking over the fields—he always managed to look like he floated a step or two above the common ground the rest of us walked on—and we heard stories upon stories of his judgments. He was decisive, opinionated. Always thought he had a better way of doing things. Was always thinking two and ten and twelve steps ahead until a poor man’s head would be spinning from all the ways the king found to see through him. Half the time, I wasn’t sure whether to fear the man or laugh at him. I usually laughed.

So then you can see how the story of the mortar—what do you mean you’ve never heard it? You could hear it ten times a night in any tavern in the country. I tell it myself at least once a week! Everyone in the palace is sick to death of it!

Oh, this is going to be a treat! Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a fresh audience?

It happened like this. It was spring of the year I turned twenty-one. Father plowed up a field that had lain fallow for some years, with some new-fangled deep-cutting plow that our book-learned king had inflicted upon a peasantry that was baffled by his scientific talk. Father was plowing near a river when he uncovered a mortar made of solid gold. You know, a mortar—the thing with the pestle, for grinding things up. Don’t ask me why on earth a goldsmith would make such a thing—the world’s full of men with too much money and not enough sense, and housefuls of servants willing to take too-valuable trinkets off their hands. Someone decades ago had swiped this one and apparently found my father’s farm so good a hiding place that they forgot to come back for it.

Anyhow, my father, like the good tenant he was, understood that as he’d found a treasure on the king’s land, the right thing to do was to give it to the king. He was all aglow with his noble purpose, ready to rush to the palace at first light to do his duty by his liege lord.

I hope you can see the flaw in his plan. A man like Alistair, certain of his own cleverness, careful never to be outwitted by his peasantry? Come to a man like that with a solid gold mortar, and his first question’s going to be…?

That’s right. “Where’s the pestle?”

I tried to tell Father as much, but he—dear, sweet, innocent man—saw only his simple duty and went forth to fulfill it. He trotted into the king’s throne room—it was his public day—all smiles and eagerness.

Alistair took one look at him and saw a peasant tickled to death that he was pulling a fast one on the king—giving up half the king’s rightful treasure in the hopes of keeping the other half and getting a fat reward besides.

Alistair tore into my father—his tongue was much sharper then—taking his argument to pieces until Father half-believed he had hidden away the pestle somewhere, probably after stealing both pieces himself. In his confusion, Father looked even guiltier, and Alistair ordered his guard to drag Father off to the dungeons until they could arrange a proper hearing—and, inevitably, a hanging.

As they dragged him to his doom, my father had the good sense to say one coherent phrase, loud enough for the entire palace to hear. “If only I had listened to my daughter!”

Alistair, for all his brains, hadn’t expected him to say something like that. He had Father brought before him, and questioned him until he learned the whole story of how I’d urged Father to bury the mortar again and not say a word about it, so as to prevent this very scene from occurring.

About five minutes after that, I knocked over a butter churn when four soldiers burst into my father’s farmhouse and demanded I go with them to the castle. I made them clean up the mess, then put on my best dress and did up my hair—in those days, it was thick and golden, and fell to my ankles when unbound—and after traveling to the castle, I went, trembling, up the aisle of the throne room.

Alistair had made an effort that morning to look extra handsome and extra kingly. He still has robes like those, all purple and gold, but the way they set off his black hair and sharp cheekbones that day—I’ve never seen anything like it. He looked half-divine, the spirit of judgment in human form. At the moment, I didn’t feel like laughing at him.

Looming on his throne, he asked me, “Is it true that you advised this man to hide the king’s rightful property from him?” (Alistair hates it when I imitate his voice—but isn’t it a good impression?)

I said yes, it was true, and Alistair asked me why I’d done such a thing, and I said I had known this disaster would result, and he asked how I knew, and I said (and I think it’s quite good), that this is what happens when you have a king who’s too clever to be anything but stupid.

Naturally, Alistair didn’t like that answer a bit, but I’d gotten on a roll, and it was my turn to give him a good tongue-lashing. What kind of king did he think he was, who could look at a man as sweet and honest as my father and suspect him of a crime? Alistair was so busy trying to see hidden lies that he couldn’t see the truth in front of his face. So determined not to be made a fool of that he was making himself into one. If he persisted in suspecting everyone who tried to do him a good turn, no one would be willing to do much of anything for him. And so on and so forth.

You might be surprised at my boldness, but I had come into that room not expecting to leave it without a rope around my neck, so I intended to speak my mind while I had the chance. The strangest thing was that Alistair listened, and as he listened, he lost some of that righteous arrogance until he looked almost human. And the end of it all was that he apologized to me!

Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather at that! I didn’t faint, but I came darn close. That arrogant, determined young king, admitting to a simple farmer’s daughter that he’d been wrong?

He did more than admit it—he made amends. He let Father keep the mortar, and then bought it from him at its full value. Then he gifted Father the farm where we lived, making us outright landowners. After the close of the day’s hearings, he even invited us to supper with him, and I found that King Alistair wasn’t a half-bad conversational partner. Some of those books he read sounded almost interesting.

For a year after that, Alistair kept finding excuses to come by the farm. He would check on Father’s progress and baffle him with advice. We ran into each other in the street so often that I began to expect it wasn’t mere chance. We’d talk books, and farming, and sharpen our wits on each other. We’d do wordplay, puzzles, tongue-twisters. A game, but somehow, I always thought, some strange sort of test.

Would you believe, even his proposal was a riddle? Yes, an actual riddle! One spring morning, I came across Alistair on a corner of my father's land, and he got down on one knee, confessed his love for me, and set me a riddle. He had the audacity to look into the face of the woman he loved—me!—and tell me that if I wanted to accept his proposal, I would come to him at his palace, not walking and not riding, not naked and not dressed, not on the road and not off it.

Do you know, I think he actually intended to stump me with it? For all his claim to love me, he looked forward to baffling me! He looked so sure of himself—as if all his book-learning couldn’t be beat by just a bit of common sense.

If I’d really been smart, I suppose I’d have run in the other direction, but, oh, I wanted to beat him so badly. I spent about half a minute solving the riddle and then went off to make my preparations.

The next morning, I came to the castle just like he asked. Neither walking nor riding—I tied myself to the old farm mule and let him half-drag me. Neither on the road nor off it—only one foot dragging in a wheel rut at the end. Neither naked nor dressed—merely wrapped in a fishing net. Oh, don’t look so shocked! There was so much rope around me that you could see less skin than I’m showing now.

If I’d hoped to disappoint Alistair, well, I was disappointed. He radiated joy. I’d never seen him truly smile before that moment—it was incandescent delight. He swept me in his arms, gave me a kiss without a hint of calculation in it, then had me taken off to be properly dressed, and we were married within a week.

It was a wonderful marriage. We got along beautifully—at least until the next time I outwitted him. But I won’t bore you with that story again—

You don’t know that one either? Where have you been hiding yourself?

Oh, I couldn’t possibly tell you that one. Not if it’s your first time. It’s much better the way Alistair tells it.

What time is it?

Perfect! He’s in his library just now. Go there and ask him to tell you the whole thing.

Yes, right now! What are you waiting for?

Alistair

Faith told you all that, did she? And sent you to me for the rest? That woman! It’s just like her! She thinks I have nothing better to do than sit around all day and gossip about our courtship!

Where are you going? I never said I wouldn’t tell the story! Honestly, does no one have brains these days? Sit down!

Yes, yes, anywhere you like. One chair’s as good as another—I built this room for comfort. Do you take tea? I can ring for a tray—the story tends to run long.

Well, I’ll ring for the usual, and you can help yourself to whatever you like.

I’m sure Faith has given you a colorful picture of what I was like as a young man, and she’s not totally inaccurate. I’d had wealth and power and too much education thrown on me far too young, and I thought my blessings made me better than other men. My own father had been the type of man who could be fooled by every silver-tongued charlatan in the land, so I was sensitive and suspicious, determined to never let another man outwit me.

When Faith came to her father’s defense, it was like my entire self came crumbling down. Suddenly, I wasn’t the wise king; I was a cruel and foolish boy—but Faith made me want to be better. That day was the start of my fascination with her, and my courtship started in earnest not long after.

The riddle? Yes, I can see how that would be confusing. Faith tends to skip over the explanations there. A riddle’s an odd proposal, but I thought it was brilliant at the time, and I still think it wasn’t totally wrong-headed. I wasn’t just finding a wife, you see, but a queen. Riddles have a long history in royal courtships. I spent weeks laboring over mine. I had some idea of a symbolic proposal—each element indicating how she’d straddle two worlds to be with me. But more than that, I wanted to see if Faith could move beyond binary thinking—look beyond two opposites to see the third option between. Kings and queens have to do that more often than you’d think…

No, I’m sorry, it is a bit dull, isn’t it? I guess there’s a reason Faith skips over the explanations.

So to return to the point: no matter what Faith tells you, I always intended for her to solve the riddle. I wouldn’t have married her if she hadn’t—but I wouldn’t have asked if I’d had the least doubt she’d succeed. The moment she came up that road was the most ridiculous spectacle you’d ever hope to see, but I had never known such ecstasy. She’d solved every piece of my riddle, in just the way I’d intended. She understood my mind and gained my heart. Oh, it was glorious.

Those first weeks of marriage were glorious, too. You’d think it’d be an adjustment, turning a farmer’s daughter into a queen, but it was like Faith had been born to the role. Manners are just a set of rules, and Faith has a sharp mind for memorization, and it’s not as though we’re a large kingdom or a very formal court. She had a good mind for politics, and was always willing to listen and learn. I was immensely proud of myself for finding and catching the perfect wife.

You’re smarter than I was—you can see where I was going wrong. But back then, I didn’t see a cloud in the sky of our perfect happiness until the storm struck.

It seemed like such a small thing at the time. I was looking over the fields of some nearby villages—farming innovations were my chief interest at the time. There were so many fascinating developments in those days. I’ve an entire shelf full of texts if you’re interested—

The story, yes. My apologies. The offer still stands.

Anyway, I was out in the fields, and it was well past the midday hour. I was starving, and more than a little overheated, so we were on our way to a local inn for a bit of food and rest. Just as I was at my most irritable, these farmers’ wives show up, shrilly demanding judgment in a case of theirs. I’d become known for making those on-the-spot decisions. I’d thought it was an efficient use of government resources—as long as I was out with the people, I could save them the trouble of complicated procedures with the courts—but I’d never regretted taking up the practice as heartily as I did in this moment.

The case was like this: one farmer’s horse had recently given birth, and the foal had wandered away from its mother and onto the neighbor’s property, where it laid down underneath an ox that was at pasture, and the second farmer thought this gave him a right to keep it. There were questions of fences and boundaries and who-owed-who for different trades going back at least a couple of decades—those women were determined to bring every past grievance to light in settling this case.

Well, it didn’t take long for me to lose what little patience I had. I snapped at both women and told them that my decision was that the foal could very well stay where it was.

Not my most reasoned decision, but it wasn’t totally baseless. I had common law going back centuries that supported such a ruling. Possession is nine-tenths of the law and all. It wasn't as though a single foal was worth so much fuss. I went off to my meal and thought that was the end of it.

I’d forgotten all about it by the time I returned to the same village the next week. My man and I were crossing the bridge leading into the town when we found the road covered by a fishing net. An old man sat by the side of the road, shaking and casting the net just as if he were laying it out for a catch.

“What do you think you’re doing, obstructing a public road like this?” I asked him.

The man smiled genially at me and replied, “Fishing, majesty.”

I thought perhaps the man had a touch of sunstroke, so I was really rather kind when I explained to him how impossible it was to catch fish in the roadway.

The man just replied, “It’s no more impossible than an ox giving birth to a foal, majesty.”

He said it like he’d been coached, and it didn’t take long for me to learn that my wife was behind it all. The farmer’s wife who’d lost the foal had come to Faith for help, and my wife had advised the farmer to make the scene I’d described.

Oh, was I livid! Instead of coming to me in private to discuss her concerns about the ruling, Faith had made a public spectacle of me. She encouraged my own subjects to mock me! This was what came of making a farm girl into a queen! She’d live in my house and wear my jewels, and all the time she was laughing up her sleeve at me while she incited my citizens to insurrection! Before long, none of my subjects would respect me. I’d lose my crown, and the kingdom would fall to pieces—

I worked myself into a fine frenzy, thinking such things. At the time, I thought myself perfectly reasonable. I had identified a threat to the kingdom’s stability, and I would deal with it. The moment I came home, I found Faith and declared that the marriage was dissolved. “If you prefer to side with the farmers against your own husband,” I told her, “you can go back to your father’s house and live with them!”

It was quite the tantrum. I’m proud to say I’ve never done anything so shameful since.

To my surprise, Faith took it all silently. None of the fire that she showed in defending her father against me. Faith had this way, back then, where she could look at a man and make him feel like an utter fool. At that moment, she made me feel like a monster. I was already beginning to regret what I was doing, but it was buried under so much anger that I barely realized it, and my pride wouldn’t allow me to back down so easily from another decision.

After I said my piece, Faith quietly asked if she was to leave the palace with nothing.

I couldn’t reverse what I’d decided, but I could soften it a bit.

“You may take one keepsake,” I told her. “Take the one thing you love best from our chambers.”

I thought I was clever to make the stipulation. Knowing Faith, she’d have found some way to move the entire palace and count it as a single item. I had no doubt she’d take the most expensive and inconvenient thing she could, but there was nothing in that set of rooms I couldn’t afford to lose.

Or so I thought. No doubt you’re beginning to see that Faith always gets the upper hand in a battle of wits.

I kept my distance that evening—let myself stew in resentment so I couldn’t regret what I’d done. I kept to my library—not this one, the little one upstairs in our suite—trying to distract myself with all manner of books, and getting frustrated when I found I wanted to share pieces of them with Faith. I was downright relieved when a maid came by with a tea tray. I drank my usual three cups so quickly I barely tasted them—and I passed out atop my desk five minutes later.

Yes, Faith had arranged for the tea—and she’d drugged me!

I came to in the pink light of early dawn, my head feeling like it had been run over by a military caravan. My wits were never as slow as they were that morning. I laid stupidly for what felt like hours, wondering why my bed was so narrow and lumpy, and why the walls of the room were so rough and bare, and why those infernal birds were screaming half an inch from my open window.

By the time I had enough strength to sit up, I could see that I was in the bedroom of a farmer’s cottage. Faith was standing by the window, looking out at the sunrise, wearing the dress she’d worn the first day I met her. Her hair was unbound, tumbling in golden waves all the way to her ankles. My heart leapt at the sight—her hair was one of the wonders of the world in those days, and I was so glad to see her when I felt so ill—until I remembered the events of the previous day, and was too confused and ashamed to have room for any other thoughts or feelings.

“Faith?” I asked. “Why are you here? Where am I?”

“My father’s home,” Faith replied, her eyes downcast—I think it’s the only time in her life she was ever bashful. “You told me I could take the one thing I loved best.”

Can I explain to you how my heart leapt at those words? There had never been a mind or a heart like my wife’s! It was like the moment she’d come to save her father—she made me feel a fool and feel glad for the reminder. I’d made the same mistake both times—let my head get in the way of my heart. She never made that mistake, thank heaven, and it saved us both.

Do you have something you want to add, Faith, darling? Don’t pretend I can’t see you lurking in the stacks and laughing at me! I’ll get as sappy as I like! If you think you can do it better, come out in the open and finish this story properly!

Faith

You tell it so beautifully, my darling fool boy, but if you insist—

I was forever grateful Dinah took that tea to Alistair. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen the loophole in his words—I was so afraid he’d see my ploy coming and stop me. But his wits were so blessedly dull that day. It was like outwitting a child.

When at last he came to, I was terrified. He had cast me out because I’d outwitted him, and now here I was again, thinking another clever trick would make everything well.

Fortunately, Alistair was marvelous—saw my meaning in an instant. Sometimes he can be almost clever.

After that, what’s there to tell? We made up our quarrel, and then some. Alistair brought me back to the palace in high honors—it was wonderful, the way he praised me and took so much blame on himself.

(You were really rather too hard on yourself, darling—I’d done more than enough to make any man rightfully angry. Taking you to Father’s house was my chance to apologize.)

Alistair paid the farmer for the loss of his foal, paid for the mending of the fence that had led to the trouble in the first place, and straightened out the legal tangles that had the neighbors at each others’ throats.

After that, things returned much to the way they’d been before, except that Alistair was careful never to think himself into such troubles again. We’ve gotten older, and I hope wiser, and between our quarrels and our reconciliations, we’ve grown into quite the wise pair of lovestruck fools. Take heed from it, whenever you marry—it’s good to have a clever spouse, but make sure you have one who’s willing to be the fool every once in a while.

Trust me. It works out for the best.

#the bookshelf progresses #fairy tale retellings #inklingschallenge #four loves fairy tale challenge #four loves fairy tale challenge 2024 #the farmer's clever daughter #theme: eros #story: complete #this one was *so much fun*#i was grinning throughout the brainstorming process #faith and alistair just *loved* telling me their story #and especially in the first scenes i kept stopping just because i was having so much fun with the lines #maybe it's horribly boring to read but as a writing exercise it was fantastic #i love these two so much #i haven't had this much fun since writing last year's epistolary story

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svt-rosalie · 7 months

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. . . ♡ HYUNG ! ? 🌷 LINE ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ relationships! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 80%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — seungcheol + jihye ❪ JICHEOL ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — jihye is seungcheol’s literal child. doesn’t matter if they are only 5 years apart, he raised that child since she was a baby (at least that’s what he tells everyone).

seungcheol adores jihye, in every sense. he feels very overprotective of her and always tries to steer her in the right direction. ever since they met for the first time in the ugly green training room back in 2013, he’s been very protective of her in a fatherly sense. honestly, he thought she was adorable with her chubby face (from all the pastry’s she would bake and eat) and how enthusiastic she was to finally be living in south korea and getting to learn more about her culture.

as the two grew older, seungcheol became less overbearing you could say but was always 2 steps behind the girl. he’s there when she needs a hug, when she needs someone to jump for joy with, or when she needs a shoulder to cry on. seungcheol would never let his daughter sister think she was alone in this world.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 71%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — jeonghan + jihye ❪ JEONGHYE ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — when roaslie first came to pledis entertainment and korea, she was a sweet girl who was very innocent and such a peaceful aura to her. don’t get anyone wrong she still is that way but if you put jeonghan into the mix, little peaceful rosie turns into menace to society rosie.

if jeonghan wants something from somebody else, he’ll make rosie go get it and flutter her eyelashes because he KNOWS nobody will say no to her, not the managers, the the boys, even the fans. of course jeonghan never wants to get rosie in trouble, that’s his little sister but that doesn’t stop him from wreaking havoc in all of pledis/hybe entertainment.

regardless of the trouble these two get into rosie really is like a mini me of jeonghan. she’ll copy him and get a lego set to build with him and even try and learn to play the same games as him just so she can spend some time with him, even when they are together a lot of the time. it’s cute, a mini little jeonghan.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 87%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — joshua + jihye ❪ JOSHYE ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — her best big brother joshua. never let rosalie hear ANYONE talking shit about this man or there will be hell to pay for. in the most platonic way ever, they are IN LOVE, i kid you not — jihye wishes joshua was born into her family or that they were related somehow.

he’s one of her best friends and a person that rosie looks up to in life. jihye has always been a little sensitive when it comes to the world despite her extravagant personality, and joshua is the one who can see behind the facade but never discourages her when it comes to expressing herself!

honestly jihye finds everything that joshua does is amazing. he makes a joke that the other boys don’t laugh at, instead of silence you’ll hear rosie laughing the loudest you’ve ever heard — if you can’t find jihye she’s probably in joshua’s room making bracelets with him.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 61%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — junhui + jihye ❪ JIHUI ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — these two did not know how to act around each other. poor babies, they were so awkward when they first met, what with little 13 year old rosie being stood at 5’6 at that time, junhui called her his big little sister.

junhui gives love to jihye and takes care of her in silence. when jihye was in middle and high school she would always have a lunch packed for her with her favorite snacks by none other than jun, junhui would make jihye’s bed for her when she left for school knowing she was always in such a rush to get out the door and knows she loves coming home to a freshly made bed, even when she would fall asleep at her desk from staying up too late studying — junhui would tuck her in for bed and make sure she had her favorite stuffed animal, clementine the cow.

jihye always thought jun was the coolest person. he spoke chinese and was learning how to speak korean at the time they met, he was one of the tallest people she met at that point (excluding mingyu) and he just had the coolness she thought was extremely awesome. she never thought he was awkward or weird and always loved to be around him and be around him.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 55%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — soonyoung + jihye ❪ JIYOUNG ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — the tiger and the cow (she is not an actual cow or looks like one for that matter she is just obsessed with them. do not argue with rosie on this though. . . it will not end well — just ask jihoon how it ended for him). a chaotic mess you can’t tell if you need or not, it’s 50/50 thing.

soonyoung and jihye are like one person when they are together. rosalie already has an extroverted big personality but you put hoshi in the mix it turns into one big chaotic loving mess (jihye is usually the one who starts the chaos).

jihye was always the one to keep hoshi up at night talking about her most recent interest (the latest one being snakes) and usually fell asleep cuddling him with a smile on her face. the next morning usually involved the member next door to them to shut up because they could hear jihye’s squeals about snakes from next door. hoshi would very much defend her and stay up the next night again talking, just cause.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 49%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — wonwoo + jihye ❪ JIWOO ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — wonwoo is obsessed with jihye, he literally looks at her like she holds the stars in the sky (platonically of course). she was such a (not so) little baby back when she came to korea and met wonwoo that he just wanted to hold her close and never let go. he calls her his little squish because of how chubby her cheeks were when she showed up and the nickname has stuck.

wonwoo helps jihye win when they play mario kart and any other game they play weather it be a video game or a board game or even when they have a mission during going seventeen, wonwoo will help jihye first before he tries to win.

so much love is put into their friendship and wonwoo always knows that he has jihye by his side with everything he goes through and the same goes for jihye. sometimes jihye’s social battery just runs out and when she needs some cuddles and just a quiet place to go to she will seek out wonwoo and he loves it. it’s the greatest thing.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 98%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — jihoon + jihye ❪ JIJI ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — jihoon is jihye’s biggest hater. YOU’VE HEARD IT HERE FIRST PEOPLE, jihoon is a rosalie anti. i’m just kidding, jihoon loves jihye just as much as he loves picking on her.

ever since the two met it’s been like a tom and merry friendship — rosie will do whatever just to annoy the older boy and claim “you can’t do anything i’m younger than you!” and then woozi would do whatever he can to get on the girls nerves and say “you should respect your older brother, stop being a brat”.

i promise, they love each other — but come on it’s so much fun to see rosalie get frustrated and try not to curse at jihoon because he knows she doesn’t like to use profanity. it’s funny though because jihoon is usually one of the first person the defend jihye if someone try’s to pick on her because only he can say that she’s not a miniature cow (more like a giraffe) but those are his words and if you try to bully her, he’ll bully you.

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naddiesflower · 2 years

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JJK boi gets jealous but isn't your boyfriend

Characters: Itadori Yuji, Satoru Gojo, Inumaki Toge, Megumi Fushiguro

i've had this in my drafts for almost a year and I need it gone asap lmao

Yuji

You and Yuji were good friends

Very very good friends

Yes the both of you had feelings for each other

Yes it was very obvious for everyone except the both of yall

Poor Nobara and Megumi were the ones who had to witness the endless pining firsthand

Nobara once tried to make a bet with Megumi about how long it would take for you and Yuji to get together and he turned down the bet

Megumi was kinda secretly invested tho

You know who else was invested in your awkward pining?

Gojo

The devil himself

This man loves seeing you and Yuji be awkward with each other

He would actively put yall in awkward situations

Gojo would send only the two of you on some missions he knew yall could handle

And whenever yall would come back to the school, Gojo would always be looking at you guys with a smug smile

He’d have his blindfold on but god damn could you feel his stare burning into the back of your head whenever you were next to Yuji

Like damn mind your business, this is why you're in a-

Reader @ Gojo: https://youtu.be/Xp24sndMy80

anyways

Valentine’s was right around the corner (shhh i know it’s different in Japan, but disregard that for plot purposes)

And you’d think Yuji would find some sort of way to confess his feelings

Cuz let’s be honest, you wouldn’t be the one to man up and confess, don’t lie

But you’d think Yuji would

Nah

He too would be a pussy

And he’s happy with his friendship with you and doesn’t wanna ruin that

So when the day comes he does nothing, he treats it like a normal day

You however do give everyone chocolates to everyone, calling them “friendship chocolates”

It makes you kinda makes you sad giving Yuji the “friendship chocolate”

But when you do, he gives you the most saccharine smile and it quickly dissipates the small pang in your heart and replaces it with pure unadulterated joy

It’s later in the day when you, Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi decide to go and hang out

When it’s just you and Yuji you get a text from a friend from your old junior high asking you to meet up with them for something real quick

You ask Yuji to come with you seeing as it was quick like your friend said and you just wanted to spend more time with Yuji

Yuji like the sunshine he is, happily agrees to accompany you to meet up with your friend

What he didn’t expect was for your friend to be a guy…with a box of chocolates in his hands

It’s obvious you weren’t also expecting your friend to have a box of chocolates with them, but you’re quicker to shake off your confusion and greet your friend

Yuji doesn’t join you, only standing a couple of paces back

He can immediately tell your friend has a crush on you

He knew that look cuz Nobara says he would stare at you like that

He’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “I should be the only one staring at them like that >:(”

He doesn’t wanna be rude for your sake and just pouts and stares while the guy shoves the box of chocolates at you while saying something he can’t hear

You look flustered and say something that leaves your friend dejected

Which secretly makes Yuji a little happy inside

Eventually, you and your friend walk away from each other and you approach Yuji

“Sooo, did anything happen.”

He couldn’t help but be nosey, especially when it came to you

“Oh, you know, something that doesn’t involve you.”

You pinch his nose and shake it lightly

Yuji pries your finger off his nose and the two of you begin walking back to the school

He really wanted to push you into telling him more but he knew that was your way of telling him to drop the subject

Plus, he was now interested in you, who has now opened the small box of chocolates and was about to eat one of the chocolates

It’s like his fight or flight instincts kick in

He has no idea why but they do

He doesn’t want you eating another guy’s chocolate

so he does what seems most logical in his mind

He grabs your wrist and shoves the chocolate into his mouth

“Ah! Yuji you bit me, why did you do that!”

He panics, how is he supposed to tell you that he didn’t want you eating some stranger's chocolates

That he wanted to be the one to give you that box and see you happily eat them

“You’ll get cavities!”

Now you’re confused

“Yuji what?”

“I don’t want you to be in pain if you get cavities,” he snatches the box away from you. “Here I’ll eat them and get cavities in your stead.”

And now you’re pouting

“Yuji, I wanted to eat them though.”

God you looked so cute when you pouted

But he also didn’t want you to be sad so he grabs your hand and starts dragging you somewhere

“Look! This store is open, I can get you a better box of chocolates.”

Rolling your eyes you follow him inside without a complaint, because who are you to complain about getting chocolates from Yuji

Gojo

You were a teacher at Jujutsu Tech

Or “Gojo Satorou’s babysitter,” as some of your coworkers loved to refer to you as playfully

As much as you hated the moniker, it was kind of true

The man loved bothering you in his free time

His love for bothering you has spanned years

Beginning in high school

You would think Gojo was your junior with the way he acts with you

But nope, somehow he was your senior by one year

You honestly didn’t like him at first

He was so cocky and not to mention he ALWAYS bothered you

But the more you got the know him over time the more you started to like him

Which eventually led to you having a crush on him

You never ended up admitting your crush to him in hopes of it going away and not burdening him

Sadly your crush never went away and still persisted to this day

But with everything going on, you still didn’t want to burden Gojo

And you wanted to focus on teaching and protecting your kids to your full extent

Your days would play out like clockwork

So when you’re in your office and hear knocking you answer it like you normally would

But when you open the door you’re greeted by Nanami

Which is a surprise, since you were expecting to see Gojo ready to bother you

But it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless

“What can I do for you Nanami-san?”

“I came to pick up the paperwork from earlier, there’s also no need to for honorifics.”

“Right, sorry it’s a force a habit.”

You and Nanami are the same age so that also meant you were classmates in high school

Which also meant you two would talk trash about Gojo on days he was being particularly annoying

So before retrieving the papers you make some small talk to catch up with him

Imagine Gojo's surprise when he sees you laughing with Nanami when he rounds the corner of the hall

He had gone out of his way to buy some pastries from his favorite shop to share with you

Only he was allowed to bother you

He takes one of the pastries and admires it before lamentably chucking it at Nanami

“Nanamin!”

He could have gotten in between the two of you quickly

But this was much quicker and more effective in his opinion

You don’t even know what hits Nanami since it zipped by you so fast but once it lands on his chest you can make out that it was a pastry…with filling

The filling in the pastry had splattered all over the front of his dress shirt

And by some miracle, the filling had entirely missed you

Both you and Nanami look toward the perpetrator and honestly, you’re almost not surprised to see Gojo

But Nanami looked like he wanted to murder Gojo

Luckily you had a handkerchief in your bag and start wiping away at his shirt

“Sorry, Nanami, let me try to get off as much as I can.”

Gojo also doesn’t like this so now he’s by you in an instant

He pulls your hand away from Nanami’s chest and pulls it towards him

“Wipe me off too.”

“Gojo you have nothing on you, now let me clean Nanami of your mess.”

A hand plants itself on Nanami’s chest that isn’t yours and further smears the frosting

Gojo takes his frosting-coated hand and drags it across his uniform

He has the smuggest smirk on his face and you almost want to physically wipe it off

Actually, that might not be a bad idea

“Forgive me Nanami, I think it would be best to give you the paperwork at a later time, let me deal with Gojo.”

“Yes I think that would be best lest we want any more frosting on stuff, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Grabbing Gojo by his ear you drag him inside your office

“Oh? This seems a little scandalous don't you think, just me and you alone in your office.”

You notice movement under his mask and realize he’s waggling his eyebrows at you

You scoff at what he’s insinuating, “Don’t get ideas, let me just wipe that off for you.”

Gojo, unsuspectingly, gets closer to you and presents his chest to you

And you quite literally wipe off the cocky smile he has

The frosting on the handkerchief smears all over his mouth and you can’t help but start laughing like crazy

“Oh man, the color white really does suit you hahaha!”

Gojo takes the time to appreciate your laugh and smile, they truly were beautiful

It’s a shame he’s not ready for commitment, or he would have asked you out back in high school

Out of nowhere, Gojo grabs your face with his big ass hands and pulls you towards him

He kisses you on the cheek and swipes his head left and right, trying to get as much frosting on your face

“Satoru nooo!”

He’ll just have to settle with warding off people who try to get too buddy with you

Toge

He could be extremely petty if he wanted to be

And you knew this because you’ve experienced it firsthand

You’ll never get over the fact that he once blocked your number over a small disagreement you both had

And when you tried to endless question him why behind your poorly concealed amusement Inumaki only writes 2 words on a piece of paper

Silent Treatment

You still crack up to this day when you think about it

Incidents like this were common between the two of you ever since you met in your first year together

but that never stopped you from developing feelings for him

And Inumaki would say the same thing, if anything he would say it’s made him fall harder for you

Toge when he gets witty remarks and sarcasm from someone else: 😐

Toge when he gets witty remarks and sarcasm from you: 😍

What he really wasn’t a fan of was that you were extremely close to Yuji

He knew he had no right to feel jealous since you were allowed to be friends with whoever you wanted

But he felt that any chance he has with you is slowly being robbed by Yuji

So when you one day ask him to help you water some plants in school

He eagerly nods his head

This becomes a normal occurrence between the two of you

And a small part of him is smug about it since he knows you only ask him to water plants with you

Which means he has you all to himself

Until one day it isn’t just you and him

It ends up being you, him, and Yuji

And you’re surprised too when he joins you guys

So he guesses that you didn’t invite him like you usually do

At first, Toge doesn’t mind it, Yuji makes you smile and Toge loves seeing your smile

And he likes Yuji, he’s a great kouhai

But then every time you both go to water plants Yuji is somehow always there

And one of the few times Toge had alone with you was gone

So you can’t really blame him for thinking that Yuji is trying to steal you away

Yes you were close to Yuji

But he was more of an annoying little brother than anything else to you

And you know exactly why Yuji decided to barge into your time with Toge

All because you made the mistake of telling him about the crush you have on Toge

Since then Yuji had secretly insisted on being your wingman despite your refusal

But you couldn’t tell Toge that because you didn’t want to reveal your crush to him so you settled on an

“I don’t know, just ignore him I guess,” when Toge asked you over text why Yuji had joined you guys

And that’s exactly what he does, until one day he can’t

Usually, Yuji arrives late on days you guys water the plants

But not today, he was there earlier than him and right next to you nonetheless

You’re laughing at something Yuji says and push his arm

And deep down, Toge thinks that should be him instead

He looks around and spots a water hose on the ground near his feet

All he thinks is “nice.”

He picks up the hose and presses on the nozzle to see if the water is on and sure enough it is

Toge adjusts the pressure from mist to jet spray and points it at Yuji

Yuji screams because of how cold the water is

And you scream because water being sprayed all over Yuji is the last thing you expect

Toge honestly thinks you sound cute tho

When Toge shuts off the spray, Yuji is thoroughly soaked and both of you look towards him with ajar mouths

“Inumaki senpai?!”

“Inumaki!”

One sounds surprised while the other is scolding, making him smile, which is thankfully covered by his collar

He walks over the both of you and he can see Yuji begin to start shivering

“Senpai what was that for??”

Toge was going to give him a simple shrug

But you beat him to it with an excuse for him

“I’m sure he thought you were a flower, what with your vibrant hair, right Inumaki?”

Knowing you were giving him an out he agrees with you, “Shake”

Yuji clearly doesn’t buy it but you’re trying to usher him away

“Yuji you’re already starting to shiver, go inside and change or else you’ll get sick.”

You push at his back and Yuji reluctantly complies but not before he gives you a pointed look

When Yuji is out of sight you turn to look and give Inumaki the same pointed look Yuji gave you

“What was that for Toge?”

He only shrugs which makes you give him a small glare

You knew he was up to something

It wasn’t obvious, but your bullshit meter was going off

A ping from your phone however breaks you from your suspicions

Seeing it’s a message from Inumaki makes you furrow your eyebrows

“You know, you’re pretty like a flower too”

Looking up from your phone you give Toge a confused look as you feel your cheeks slowly start to warm up

“What-?”

You’re not able to get another word out as you get sprayed with water

Somehow through the water practically blinding you, you manage to grab ahold of Inumaki’s hand with the hose and push it away

“Toge you butthole what was that for!?”

You see that Inumaki’s eyes crinkled at the corners and just barely hear his quiet laughter

Fuck he really was cute

But two could play at that game

You make quick work to steal the water hose from him and when you finally do obtain it you waste no time in spraying him

When you’re satisfied, you let your finger off the nozzle and admire the newly soaked Inumaki in front of you

Which causes you to bust out laughing

In no less than a minute both you and Inumaki start fighting over the hose

When Yuji is done drying himself up and changing into new clothes he rushes to the exit but is surprised to see you and Inumaki enter completely soaked to the bone

Though what surprises him more is the fact that you aren’t arguing with Inumkai but instead laughing with him

Later that night you get a message from Yuji: “i’m a pretty good wingman huh? :D”

Megumi

You had never expected to develop a crush on Megumi

Yeah he was really cute, but he always had a grumpy face

It was honestly cute

And it made you think that you probably annoy him

You didn’t avoid him, but you tried to stay out of his way as subtly as you could

Which in turn made Megumi think that you didn’t like him

But somehow yall still developed feelings for each other

Megumi was pretty good at hiding his feelings

You on the other hand….not so much

You thought you did an okay job with hiding your feelings until Nobara questions you when she’s in your room one night

“You stare at Megumi a lot, you two don’t have drama going on do you?”

You rarely spoke much to each other so you were 99% you didn’t

“We don’t.”

“Or do you have some sort of crush on him?”

You knew she was joking but you hesitate a little when you answer her

“...I don’t.”

Nobara immediately notices

“No way.”

From that night on she teases you but you know she really doesn’t mean it when she says, “you have questionable taste but I respect it.”

The same happened to Megumi

Yuji knew of his crush on you, but he found out from Sukuna….

He doesn’t know how Sukuna found out but god dammit does he hate it

“Your eyes linger on that one longer than anyone else, I almost can’t blame you, that is a nice a-”

Megumi is quick to slap his hand over Yuji’s cheek, where Sukuna’s mouth appeared

And Yuji is just a confused mess

But Yuji is a true bro

He thinks Megumi has great taste and does everything in his power to shut Sukuna up whenever you’re all together

And you’ve certainly noticed this

Sukuna never ever spoke to you and all of a sudden you’re the peak of his interest lately

You’d just be chilling with the first years and then

“You really are nice on the eyes, it’s no wonder M-”

Both Megumi and Yuji scramble to shut Sukuna up

At first, Sukuna would just laugh and not come back for the remainder of the time you guys would hang out

But overtime Sukuna would get more persistent

Just like today

You were waiting for Nobara outside a store with Yuji and Megumi

Thankfully it wasn’t a busy day so very few people were out and about

But that also meant that Sukuna would make himself be known more often

God Megumi really hated Sukuna

…..but he was right about what he said even if he worded everything in a crude way

But he also hated that Sukuna would dare look at you

You’re too good for trash like him to be laying his sight on you

Sadly Megumi can’t do much cuz well….Sukuna isn't actually physically present

So he just silently seethes

You almost don’t notice it but Megumi looks more grumpy than he usually does

And you wanna ask him what's wrong but you also don't wanna bother him

So you end up leaving him be and keep an eye out for him

Megumi notices you looking more towards him and he takes that as you feeling uncomfortable that Sukuna was being crude towards you

But in all honesty, you’ve been ignoring Sukuna, and everything he said just bounced right off you

Reader whenever Sukuna talks: https://youtu.be/2tRIjRVcHcQ

Yuji groans and both you and Megumi turn towards him and notice Sukuna’s mouth has manifested on his cheek

All of a sudden Megumi grabs your hand and drags you away

You almost don’t notice him speaking because you’re focused on his hand…which is warm

Which is holding yours

“Let’s hang out, just you and me.”

You blink at him almost as if you didn’t process his words and he speaks again

“If you want to…I mean.”

Oh your poor heart

Why was he so cute (https://youtu.be/OEWe25v4JUk)

“I’d love to!”

Ok that sounded too eager

“I mean that would be cool.”

The both are you are still grabbing hands and when Megumi notices he awkwardly pulls away

Which makes you laugh a little

“Let’s go.”

Megumi begins walking past you in hope of hiding his blush from you

When you catch up to him you do see the remnants of his blush

but what you don’t notice is the soft looks he gives you when you’re not looking

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Stefan x reader - what I’ve done

Can i request a Stefan Salvatore one where he turned off his humanity and ur the only one who can make him turn it on - Anon💜

You weren’t in town when it happened, if you were you would never have let him turn it off.

Now you were everyone’s only hope of fixing what Klaus had done, but trying to find Stefan was a mission and a half, but you managed to track the pair down to a small town nearby.

Walking into the bar, you looked around before spotting them sitting without a care in the world as the sipped their drinks and drank blood from the poor unsuspecting bar tenders.

“I didn’t think you’d find us so fast.” Klaus mused.

“Let him go.” You warned.

Klaus turned to face you, a smirk on his lips as he swirled his drink around in his glass.

“What’ll you do?” He chuckled.

You didn’t reply, because truth be told, what would you do? You couldn’t do anything.

Stefan didn’t even bother to face you, and that stung. The man who looked at you with nothing but love and adoration, who held you on your worst nights.

He simply sat there, eyeing up some people in the corner of the room with malicious intent.

“Stefan…” you called softly.

This made him finally turn, and the look in his eyes made you shiver.

“Go home.” Was all he said.

Klaus chuckled to himself and got up, walking away.

You walked over to Stefan and stood in front of him, searching his eyes for any sign of the old him being there, but you couldn’t find anything.

Stefan didn’t say anything, but he met your gaze with his cold and uncaring one.

“Stefan… I know you’re in there…” you whispered.

“It’s pointless.” He mused.

You shook your head.

“It’s not, because I know you Stefan, I know you’re in there. The real you.”

“This is the real me (Y/N)! Why can’t you see that! This is what I am!” He snapped.

“It’s not! This is what klaus wants! He wants you to be like this! But this isn’t you!”

Stefan’s hand tightened around his glass that hard it shattered under his grip.

He quickly stood up, and you stumbled back a step, flinching just a little as he slammed his hand on to the counter.

Something in his expression changed for a second, you could have sworn you saw regret, but just as quickly as it came it went.

“Leave.” He said calmly.

“Stefan I’m not going to give up this easily, you know me better than that. I know I can bring you back, and I will. Because I love you, and I don’t want you building your a huge pile of regret that you’ll never be able to forget.”

You gave him a sweet smile and held out your hand to him.

“What?” He asked.

“Please? I’ll leave after.”

Stefan sighed and held out his hand to you.

Taking it, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the necklace he gave to you, a promise he would always be with you.

It was a promise that no matter what happened, where you guys went, Stefan would always find his way back to you.

“You need it more than I do.” You whispered.

Closing his fingers around it, you let his hand go and walked out of the bar.

Klaus was leaning against your car, a smirked on his face as he stood up straight.

“Given up?”

“Not a chance in hell. Let him go Klaus, I swear to god let him go now.”

“Hm. Let me think. No.”

You walked in front of him, when you were close enough you quickly pulled a stake from your pocket and shoved it into his chest.

Klaus roared in pain, but it soon turned into laughter as he pulled it out before it could have any effect.

“You’re dead.”

He pinned you to your car, hand around your throat as he tightened his grip.

“You know what?” He whispered, “I’m not going to kill you… I’m going to make Stefan do it…”

He called the other vampire and he came rushing out, standing right next to klaus as his eyes bore into you.

You knew this was stupid, you had no plans of actually doing any of this, but seeing the flicker of emotion from Stefan when he scared you, you knew it was your only chance.

You had to try this, the absolute last resort, you had to try while you still knew where they were.

Even if it didn’t work, you knew you tried.

“Kill her.”

Klaus dropped you, leaving you gasping for air as you fell to the floor, hitting your head.

Blood trickled down your face as you slowly looked up.

“What?” Stefan asked.

“Kill her. Now.”

Stefan didn’t do anything.

Klaus grabbed Stefan by the shoulders, eyes boring into his as he smirked to himself.

“Kill her, and make her suffer…”

With that, he walked away.

“She better be dead when I come back out!”

Stefan looked down at you, watching you slowly stand up, leaning heavily against your car.

Stefan slowly reached out, but he hesitated.

“Stefan please…” you whispered weakly.

He didn’t say anything, he simply grabbed you and tossed you across the parking lot.

The pain flooding through your body was intense, it hurt so much, tears spilled down your face.

You tried to sit up but you couldn’t, every time you moved a scream of pain ripped through you.

Stefan slowly stalked his way over to you, standing just a few feet away as he watched you struggle.

That’s when he saw it.

The bit of metal you had snapped off when you went flying into the air.

It was stuck straight through your stomach, blood dripping from the end.

But it didn’t make him hungry, it didn’t make him want to drink every single drop of blood flowing through your body.

It made him sick.

Stefan’s hand slowly came up to his mouth, covering it as he crouched down, eyes meeting your teary ones.

“Just kill me…” you chocked out, “please…”

Stefan moved closer and you held eye contact with him.

“Stefan… it.. it hurts… please… make it end…”

He knelt next to you, hand slowly reaching out to brush some hair from your face.

“It’s.. it’s not your fault…”

His eyes brimmed with tears, he pressed his hand to the side of your face.

“I.. oh god.. I’m so.. I’m so sorry…”

Stefan bit his wrist, and fed you his blood, then he looked at the metal sticking through you and looked back at you.

“This is going to hurt…”

He reached around you, holding your head to his chest as he gripped it from the other side and quickly ripped it out.

You screamed and he quickly held you tighter.

“Come on, come on…”

He quickly picked you up and rushed you to your cat, sticking you in the back seat he jumped in the drivers side and sped away.

He had to get you as far away as possible, so he drove and drove.

He kept looking at you in the rear view mirror, and when he saw you head dropping he panicked.

Pulling up to some sleazy looking motel he got a room and rushed you inside, laying his jacket on the bed before resting you in it.

He felt your pulse, it was weak, but it was there, though your skin was deathly cold.

“Come on…” he whispered.

He wasn’t going to turn you, he promised to never do that until you agreed.

Looking at you deathly pale form, he couldn’t help but cry.

He did this.

This was his fault.

And nothing could ever fix what he’d done to you.

He couldn’t do anything, so all he did was call an ambulance and sit with you until it was close, then he left.

He couldn’t stand to look at you, look at what he’d done to the woman he loved.

So he left, hoping and praying you would make it through the night

#the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries #stefan salvatore x reader #Stefan Salvatore x you #Stefan Salvatore imagine

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HAUNTED HOUSE

TW: unprotected sex, deep throats, blowjobs, gagging, a little age gap between reader and Toji, RAPE-PLAY kink!.. Ve's note !: This needs more warnings but idk 😭— Honestly I don't like how I made the theme of this i kinda think it doesn't look good but I finally made smut so idc hehe, Again, even if you're not a minor; if you're not comfortable with Rape-Play DNI. But both partners have given consent!.. What happens?: Toji gives in to acting for your kink after you begged him for your little fantasy of Rape-Play in a haunted house 🏚️ ... [Luv] WC : 1,002 words! This is for @fuyuswifey 's 31daysofhalloween collab 🏚️

MDNI 18+ CONTENT HAPPY EARLY SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

It was late at nighttime when you and your female friends visited a haunted house, and the only reason you went there was simply because you had gotten extremely bored.

While your so-called buddies went to the locations where the workers, also known as the folks costumed to perform jump scares, were, you headed to the darker, more deserted areas of the old house.

The moments were slipping away like wind because you were overwhelmed with boredom.You decided to pay a visit the nearby cornfield maze because it was just a short trip away.

As you approach the maze's entrance to see how things are going, you notice that no one is present. Instead, everyone has entered the haunted home to see if they would experience any fright.

You didn't mind it all that much because there was no one to annoy you in the maze—there were no crying infants or crying little children, nothing at all.. just nothing..

As if you were in a scary movie, the night grew progressively darker until it seemed as though you could not see anything else. However, you could see things, but darker than usual.

Then a dark tall man wearing a black mask and black lose shirt and cargo pants with quite the strong figure walked up to you intimidatingly, you panicked and thought nothing of it and hoped it's just another man going to the maze, but oh.. how you're mistaken..

Next, the man crept up a little bit. He grabbed you by the neck, held you motionless, and slammed you onto the hard, cold ground.Panic increased as you panted from the unexpected movement.

When you felt his hot breath on your neck, you froze and shivered. You said, "Sir, p..please don't hurt.. me," in a low toned voice.

"Are you trying to command me, little girl?" he snorts. He cluckles like a psychopath, and you plead, "no.. b..but.."

Before you could complete, the masked man sits on the ground at your height because you are unable to stand up at all.

His eyes widened as he ripped off your crop top, revealing nothing but your bare breasts within. As you pant in anxiety, he nibbled on your nipples.

As he spoke while groping you, you pant helplessly."What's up, kid? Not being able to speak? going to cry now? "Poor thing," he spat and laughed maniacally.

You only manage to contain your tears as you wriggle in his arms and feel his hands touching your exposed breasts.

You start to sweat profusely from the tension, and you let out a quiet, low moan. His eyes widened again, and he pulled off his undergarments and trousers, saying, "Take it all, kiddo." He cluckles like a lunatic and thrusts his large hairy, veiny dick into your mouth. As you spit it out, he moves it back and further in. "Take it all, or I'll make you suffer pain if you don't." He spat laughing .. Over and over, it makes you gag.

You repeatedly sucked his dick clean up until.. "Take everything in your mouth, and perhaps I'll reward you for being such a good little girl." He laughed like though a psychopath in the blood, When you followed his instructions, he came right into your mouth and commanded in a stern voice, "Take it all down there, kid."

Not that you had a choice, you obeyed.

He entered your mouth, tore off your miniskirt, and dove right into your sex as you gasped with such pleasure. You thought, 'I'm not supposed to like this. Am I?,' as he inserted his finger directly into the small opening that was deep within your sex.

You groan loudly as he fucks you vigorously and hits all the right points because, after all, you need him. You pant and squirm as he does it. "Feelin' good, kid?" he chuckled with his deep raspy voice.

You groan deeply in a more intense, softer voice like a pornstar; it was too much for you to bear. "It appears that someone may be enjoying this a little too much, are we? " He responded in a hoarse, deep, low voice..

"Fu- fuck! Toji m' cumin' mm!" You barely had said, he was a tad bit surprised.. "are you not on control?.." he asked as he rose up to look at you on the ground..

"y..yeah.. m 'sorry .. " you replied a soft toned voice.. "alright then.. did I scare you, princess?" He cluckles the same as before, "maybeee!.." you replied.. "alright.. I did your little fantasy ya' weirdo.. " he laughed.

"I am not weird! " you protest. "Oh I'm sorry— should I call you a fuckin' down bad little pussy for me? " he replied with a sarcastic grin..

"because to have such a fantasy like yours is unusual, ain't it, my dirty lil slut?.." he says.. you pout in return, "don't pouts brat, I did what ya' asked." He says with a smirk, "or do you just want a round 2 already, what a needy brat, aren't ya darlin'? "

"what.. mm.. n..no.. " you replied stuttering like a dork.

"then get up and lets go back home, kiddo." He said in a raspy voice

"okay.. fine.." you pout, as you tried to get up.. you couldn't..

"awwh did I fuck you so hard you can't stand on two legs anymore?.. how cute.." he smirked, you say, "just shut up and get me off the floor!.." he helped you off the floor and carried you away like a groom to his bride..

You lay next to him on his bed at home and cling on to him as you think of the whole thing that just happened..

You completely forget you left your friends right inside of that damned haunted house thing that you all went, but none of that matters, all that matters, is Toji.. toji fushiguro is the only thing you care about, you didn't give a shit about them anyway.. let them be there.. they will find a way out sooner or later, right?..

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Never Been So Scared | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: No.

Warnings: General Chicago PD warnings. Gunman, mentions of death and stillbirth. Dad!Jay. Featuring Will. The daughter’s name is Cora.

Word Count: 2,498

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Y/N had just finished brewing the coffee when Jay came up behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist and leaving a kiss on her almost bare shoulder.

“Good morning,” she smiles leaning into him as she poured the coffee into a mug, makes it how he likes it and turns around to hand it to him.

“Good morning,” he kisses her softly before he takes a sip of his coffee. He’s already dressed in a pair of jeans, and a navy blue henley. His coat is hanging off the back of his chair and he’s missing his gun and badge which he doesn’t put on until he’s about to walk out the door. “Is Cora still asleep?” He asks as he sits at the table, having time this morning to sit down and eat breakfast.

“She woke up quite a few times during the night,” Y/N sighs as she finishes making breakfast. Cora, their 6 month old daughter, has just started teething and the poor baby is having a miserable time with it. “Hopefully, she’ll sleep long enough to let me have a shower and get ready to take her to doctor’s appointment.”

“I could call in sick, if you need me too,” He offers. “I can take her to her appointment and you can get some sleep or relax for a little bit.”

“As wonderful as that sounds, Hank needs you too,” she smiles sweetly, letting him know that his offer is appreciated but not needed. “You know that team isn’t complete without you,” she adds kissing the top of his head as she places some food in front of him.

“I have the most wonderful, amazing and incredible wife in the world,” he says wrapping an arm around her waist to stop her from walking away. He smiles up at her, looking at her with some much love and adoration. “She just happens to also be the most wonderful, amazing and incredible mom in the world too.”

“Well honestly, I’m just winging this whole wife and mother thing,” she jokes as she lifts a hand and runs it though his hair. “It does help that I am married and have a baby to the most wonderful, amazing, and incredible man who just so happens to be the hottest guy I know.”

“You think I’m hot?” He smirks.

“I know you’re hot,” she confirms as she leans down and kisses him.

Hearing their daughter’s cry, she pulls away from him and goes to attend to her. Jay stops her and stands up from his seat, “I’ve got her, baby.”

He pecks her lips and moves past her to go into Cora’s nursery room. Cora’s cries begin to ease as her dad starts talking to her. Y/N smile as she takes Jay’s seat, stealing a piece of bacon off his plate as she listens to him coo at their daughter.

After a few minutes, Jay comes out of their daughter’s room holding her. She’d been changed into the clothes Y/N had gotten out for her as she got everything ready in her morning routine. “Look there’s mama, stealing daddy’s breakfast.”

“Daddy did leave it unattended,” she smiles and holds her hands out for Cora. Jay hands her to Y/N as they switch places so she can feed her while he finishes his breakfast before he has to leave.

Once everyone is fed and everything is cleaned up, Jay grabs his gun and badge and clips them on to his jeans. He makes his way over to Y/N and kisses the top of Cora’s head before kissing Y/N on the lips.

“I should be home for dinner,” he tells her. “I love you,” he says kissing her one more time.

“I love you, too!” she calls out as he leaves the apartment.

“My goodness, she’s getting so big!” Maggie coos as she spots Y/N walking into the emergency department, holding Cora.

They’d just been to Cora’s six month check up. On their way out of the hospital, Y/N decides to stop by the emergency department to see Will while he’s on one of his breaks.

“She was six months old yesterday,” Y/N smiles. “We were just on our way out from paediatrics.”

“How is she doing?” the charge nurse asks. Maggie had been one of the nurses on shift when she came into the emergency room after going into labor two months early.

“Cora’s hitting all her milestones a lot sooner than her doctor expected. She says for a premie baby she’s doing amazing,” Y/N smiles, happily.

Cora had a rough time coming into the world but now, even though she’s slightly smaller than the average six month old baby, she’s happy and healthy. That’s all Y/N and Jay wanted for their baby girl - to be healthy, happy and thriving.

“That’s great news, Y/N. I’m sure you and Jay are relieved,” Maggie smiles.

“So relieved,” she smiles, looking at her daughter, noticing she’s fallen asleep. “I would offer you a cuddle but she’s gone back to sleep.”

“I should get back to work,” Maggie sighs disappointedly. She would like nothing more than to have baby cuddles. “I’ll get Will for you. It’s coming up to his lunch break.”

Y/N thanks her and takes a seat in the waiting area as Maggie goes behind the nurses station to call Will.

As she waits for Will, Y/N makes sure Cora is comfortable in her stroller and isn’t over heating. Because of her teething, Cora’s temperature is a little higher than normal. Her doctor did give her some pain relief that should help with her slight fever as well as the pain from her teeth cutting through her gums.

“Damn, is she asleep?” her brother-in-law’s voice comes from beside her as he looks into the stroller at his niece.

“You just missed her,” Y/N chuckles. “You should come for dinner. You can get all the cuddles then.”

Even at six months old, Cora has an amazing bond with her only uncle. If Will is around, she settles for him when Y/N and Jay are unable to get her settled. He always gets her to smile and giggle, and she always gets excited when she seems him. Y/N can tell they’re going to be close as Cora gets older.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” he smiles. “How’d her app-” he’s cut off by angry shouting at the reception desk. “I’ll be right back,” he tells her as he stands back up and makes his way over to the angry man and the frightened receptionist.

Y/N looks back at Cora, still fast asleep. The man shouting surprisingly wasn’t disturbing her from her sleep. “Uncle Will’s gone to play hero. One thing you should know about your daddy and uncle, is that they love playing hero.”

The shouting soon escalated and Y/N decides to get Cora out of there before it wakes her up but she freezes on the spot when a gunshot rings through the emergency room waiting area. She’s crouched over the stroller, protecting Cora with her back to the gunman. Cora is now awake and screaming.

Everyone panicking around her is is a distant noise as her focus is mostly on protecting her daughter. She remembers Will is also there and looks behind her finding him who’s sitting on the ground, holding his arm.

“Will!” she calls out him.

“I’m okay,” he tells her. “It’s just a flesh wound. Focus on keeping Cora safe, okay?”

She nods, turning back to her daughter as she hears the gunman yell something about shutting up the baby before he does it himself. Panicking even more, she shakily unbuckles Cora from her stroller and picks her up. Terrified, she starts to do everything she can to get Cora to settle. It takes a few minutes, but she finally settles, her cries turning to whimpers as she surprisingly starts settling. The gunman takes to pacing the floor back and forth, muttering to himself.

Until Y/N’s phone starts ringing, disrupting the heavy silence that’s fallen over the room. He grabs the person closest to him, placing his arm around her neck and holding the gun to her head and Cora starts crying again.

Panicking even more, she tries to settle Cora again but this time it’s not working. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she whimpers through her tears willing Cora to stop crying. Her phone stops ringing and Cora’s cries get louder.

Y/N catches the end of Will talking to the gunman, “let me help settle my niece if you’re not going to let them go.”

“Fine but no funny business,” he orders Will over the shoulder of the person he has taken captive.

Will nods and stands up, moving towards Y/N with the gunman’s gun trailing him. The doctor sits down next to his sister-in-law, takes his niece and starts rocking her back and forth.

Just like every other time, Cora falls back asleep. She’s a little relieved when Will manages to get her to settle back down but the panic returns when her phone rings again.

“End that call!” the gunman yells, his hold on the person loosening as he aims the gun towards Y/N.

Shaking and trying to hold back her sobs she reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone. Holding it she sees that it’s Jay who’s calling. She tilts her phone showing Will. He looks from her to the phone and gives her a slight nod. She presses the end call button only for her phone to start ringing again a second later.

Frustrated the man starts stomping towards Y/N only for Will to hand Cora back to her stand between them. “It’s her husband who’s calling her, just let her talk to him and let him know that her and the baby are okay.”

“Turn off your phone,” the man tells her.

Y/N presses the accept call button, instead of turning off her phone. She places her phone face down on her lap so he can’t see that it’s still on.

Outside, Jay, who’s never felt so scared in his life, is panicking with his phone to his ear, hearing what's happening inside the waiting room. He knew he should have taken the day off to be with them and taken Cora to her appointment himself. It was taking all his self control to not burst in there to get his wife, daughter and brother out of there.

“She can’t turn it off,” he hears Will say, “Her husband, my brother, he’s a detective with the Intelligence Unit down at 51. He can help you get whatever you want. Just let her talk to him.”

“What I want?” the man screams. “What I want I can’t have. My wife and son are gone because the people here couldn’t save them!”

“Have you got through to her?” Hank asks walking up to him, knowing he was trying to get in contact with Y/N to find out if she was still in the hospital.

Jay nods and moves his phone from his ear and puts it on speaker. “I think it’s the gunman, he said he lost his wife and son here.”

Hank calls over Adam and tells him to look into recent deaths of a mother and son at the hospital and to get back to him with what he can find.

“How-how long were you married?” Y/N’s shaky voice comes through the speaker.

“Why does that matter?” he scoffs, his voice not hiding the pain he’s feeling.

“It should matter, she, she was the love of your life, right?” she asks.

“Of course she was,” he spits out angrily before his voice turns soft. “We were married 10 years.”

“My husband and I have been married for five years.”

“Still in the honeymoon phase then,” the man says.

“She’s trying to get him to talk,” Jay says, knowing right away what she’s doing but it didn’t ease his worry. Being married to a detective was coming in handy right now.

“How old was your son?” Y/N continues to keep him talking, she can only guess he just wants someone to talk to, someone who will listen.

“He was six,” he cries. “and the sweetest boy you’d ever meet.”

“I’m so sorry,” she says looking up at him with sympathy. “No person should lose their spouse and child well before their time.”

“Your husband, if he lost you and your daughter, what would he do?” he asks her, surprising her a little.

“I don’t know what he would do,” she tells him truthfully. “When we lost our baby, he threw himself into work, we hardly spoke, he barely touched me.”

“You’ve lost a child?” he asks, his shoulders slumping.

“Our first baby, three years ago,” she tells him. “A boy. He hadn’t even been born yet.”

“Oh, God,” the man sighs, his lips trembling.

“Not a day goes by when I think of him,” she admits. “Do you think about your son?”

“Every day,” The man nods his head. As if he’s realized his actions, he breaks down into tears, dropping the gun and slides down the wall. “Oh, God. They’ll be so disappointed with me.”

“No they won’t,” Y/N tries to assure him as one of the receptionists hurries over and picks up the gun before the gunman can change his mind. “They know you’re hurting and people don’t think clearly when they are hurting.”

She jumps slightly as the doors open and a group of swat members come in and arrest the man.

She drops her phone and takes Cora from Will, hugging her close and never wanting to let her go again. Hearing her name being called, she looks up and sees Jay rushing towards her. The moment she falls into his arms she bursts into tears and holds him tightly.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he repeats, assuring her. “I’ve got you, the both of you.”

Hank had given Jay the rest of the week off so he could be with Y/N and Cora. While Y/N wouldn’t let Cora out of her sight, Jay wouldn’t let both his girls outs of his. They had spent the last two days at their apartment shut away from the rest of the world.

Today Jay thought it would be a good day to take his little family out for a few hours. After stopping by their favourite pizza joint, Jay drove them to a place they hadn’t been to in a while.

“You heard me talking about him,” Y/N says looking out towards the rows of headstones and flowers.

“Yeah, I did,” he admits. Until now he hadn’t been sure if he should bring it up. “I think it’s time Cora meets her big brother.”

“I think so too,” She smiles sadly looking back at her husband, saddened that this is the way Cora is going to know her older brother. She leans forward and softly kisses him. “I love you.”

Jay smiles, “I love you too, babe.”

#acewritesfics repost #jay halstead x reader #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead

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