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#sometimes i think he’s got the perfect baby face and he’s going to age so well

thebearer · 7 months

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the milestones menu: nonna berzatto's homemade pasta

prompt: yours and carmen's first "i love you".

contains: fluff, general fluff. some mentions to dead relatives, carmen's self doubt, but very minimal bc it's very fluffy :)

2 cups of flour- Semolina.

4 Large Eggs

Pinch of Salt

Put flour into a mound. Make a center, and add the eggs to the middle. Whisk slowly with a fork, gradually working it in little at a time until nice and thick. Knead the mixture for about ten minutes. Let it rest in the fridge for thirty minutes. Put it in a ball, and roll it out very thin.

“Can’t believe you never had homemade pasta.” Carmen shook his head, blue eyes peeking out from under the mess of curls.

“Nope.” You shook your head, grinning over the crystal wine glass, sipping your riesling slowly. “Strictly a boxed pasta girl.”

“Fuckin’ criminal.” Carmen grinned, a playful, lopsided smirk that had you blushing.

The counter was covered in flour, stopping just where you rested, propped up on the granite while Carmen worked. Your eyes trained on his hands, hands that stirred the eggs into the flour, kneaded the dough until your thighs were clenching.

“My Nonna is rollin’ in her grave right now, you know that?” Carmen pulled you from your gaze, rolling out the dough.

“Noooo, don't say that.” You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re making me feel bad, Carmen. I swear I thought Olive Garden made fresh pasta.”

Carmen laughed, a little shy but louder now- more himself. He’d blossomed with you lately, unveiling new parts of himself every single day. “‘M just kiddin’, baby.” Carmen hummed, eyes cutting to you a little skeptical. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole. That sounded douchey, right?”

You smiled, setting your glass behind you. “No, I was just messin’ with you, bear.” The nickname- his nickname. Hearing it more and more roll from your tongue, each time his heart skipped harder than the last.

“Is this her recipe?” You asked, picking up the faded recipe card, looped cursive on the aged paper. “Your Nonna’s?”

“Yeah,” Carmen nodded. “I, uh, so when I left to go to culinary school, right? She was sick, and… and I think she, like, knew that when I went to New York that would be the last time she saw me.” Carmen’s face dropped, slow and sad, it made your own heart sink.

“So she-she gave me all these recipe books and-and cards that were hers. We used to cook together a lot. She taught me how to cook, y’know? My mom and dad were always at the restaurant and didn’t want to cook when they got home. They didn’t want me in the restaurant either so I spent a lot of time with her.” Carmen muttered. You could see the memories playing behind his eyes.

You liked to picture that version of Carmen, a little boy with wild curls, helping his Nonna cook. Happy memories.

“That’s sweet.” You smiled, leaning against the cabinets. “She did a really good job. You know she’s so insanely proud of you.”

Carmen snorted, shaking his head lightly. “Yes, she is. Everyone’s proud of you, Carmen… I’m proud of you.” You hesitate, eyes scanning his features. It was true, of course, but handling Carmen sometimes was like handling a frightened animal. You were never sure what would make him scatter away in fear.

Carmen swallowed thickly, cheeks flushed red, lips in a tight line. “T-Thanks.” Carmen muttered, wiping his hands on his apron, tossing the flour back into his clammy hands.

“She, uh, she woulda loved you, y’know.” Carmen’s eyes met yours, intense and piercing. “I wish you coulda met her.”

“Yeah, me too.” You nod. “I would’ve loved to hear all the baby Carmen cooking stories. I bet she had some good ones.” You smiled, bright and wide- perfect. It made Carmen’s brain numb.

“Yeah, she would.” Carmen nodded, hands stilling, still buried in the dough.

He felt it in his bones, his heart, consuming his thoughts. The overwhelming need he’d felt for weeks, since the first time you kissed him really, that he’d been fighting- too scared to say. What he felt every time he looked at you, when he thought about you.

“Um, I-I wanna say something, and-and I don’t know if I should even fuckin’ say this or-or if it’s… fuck, if you-you feel the same or I just, I don’t wanna fuck this up because this is like the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and-and I’m workin’ on not ruinin’ good shit in my life and bein’ ok with it like-like my therapist says ya know, but-” Carmen rambled, words spilling out in fast, overwhelming bouts that took you by surprise.

Carmen flustered, reaching a dough covered hand to his face, the sticky batter catching on his brows and hair. He flushed deeply, hands shaking in embarrassment, cursing under his breath. “F-Fuck, I-I’m sorry. I-I, nevermind, it’s not… I don’t know why-why I would-” His hands trembled, body shaking with anger and embarrassment. Way to fuckin’ go, Berzatto, you fuckin’ ruin it. That’s all you ever do, Carmen thought bitterly, wiping his hands off on the cloth.

“Carm,” You said softly, your voice a beacon in the raging sea of his mind, pulling him out of his own harsh thoughts.

Carmen turned, a fury flush of pure embarrassment that burnt all down his cheeks to his chest. Eyes soft and wary, hesitant like he was doomed, destined for the worse.

You slide off the counter easily, grabbing the spare towel, bringing it to his eyebrows, wiping the dough off gently. The softness of your touch soothed Carmen, lulling his hammering heart- he didn’t see your own shaking hands, filled with your own adrenaline nerves.

You stood in front of him, eyes on the other, careful and watching- unsure. “I-I love you, too.” Your breath hitched, squeezing the words out in a nervous tumble. Carmen didn’t move, body going rigid, heart stopping entirely. The ringing was back in his ears, clouding his brain so loudly he was sure he heard you wrong.

“I’ve wanted to say it for a while, too, but didn’t…” You shook your head, heat in your own cheeks, eyes casting down to his dough covered hand. “I didn’t know if-if you felt that or if- I don’t know, I didn’t want to seem crazy or obsessive if it was too soon, and-and scare you.”

“No,” Carmen croaked, tongue thick in his own mouth. “No, I-I mean- fuck,” Carmen shook his head, looking to the wall. He needed a second, words jumbled in his mouth, heart racing, so high off the adrenaline he felt like he could combust at any moment.

“I-I was gonna say that too.” Carmen nodded, the quirk in your lips making his heart lurch. “That I love you. I was- yeah, I love you. I-I have for a while.”

“Really?” You whispered, voice tiny and excited, like it was a secret just for the two of you. Maybe it was.

“Yeah, fuck yeah.” Carmen let out a breathy, shaky laugh. “I love you, and-and I just love you so much it makes my brain hurt sometimes.”

“Me too.” You grin, a hand pressing to his cheek. “I love you.” The phrase you’d repressed for so long, deprived yourself of saying now spilled out of you like a mantra- like that was all you could say now.

Carmen grinned, brain bubbly and light. He let you pull him into a kiss, head tilting down, lips molding over yours so they fit perfectly.

Later over plates of Bologonese, you grinned across the table from Carmen. “If I didn’t tell you I loved you before, I definitely would now.” You moaned, pointing at the plate. “I really was missing out.”

Carmen beamed under your praise, gooey and love drunk off your words- off you. He knew Viola Berzatto, wherever she was, was boasting with pride.

And he knew his Nonna would have loved you too.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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I reread your tanjiro reader post and always wondered what would happen if it’s a Muichiro reader?

How would the Vise and dorm leader react if reader was known as a Young prodigy in Swordsmanship and is very rich?

Since Reader is has amnesia, she would always forget that she’s in another world but was always reminded by her loyal crow

Both the Dorm leaders and Vice Dorm leaders are a bit much

🖤🖤🖤

Muichiro Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’re doe-eyed, airheaded, painfully blunt, and a true sword prodigy. Always forgetting and wistfully floating by in life only really reacting to your memory’s deepest secrets. The only thing that keeps you grounded is the loyal crow that gives your missions. While you are as determined as you could be to return to your world the boys of Twisted Wonderland feel the exact opposite. You don’t have much of a will which makes it easier to instill their own:

Trey Clover

“(Y/n)?!”

“...”

“(Y/n)?!”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you been like that?! All the blood’s going to rush to your head!”

His obsession festers from his worry

Taking that big brother role and watching out for your wandering self

But then he realizes its more when you in a rare moment of clarity speak your truth

Lighting the fire inside him

And he can’t help but want to protect you

Even when he watches you slice at an entirely insane speeds

He still feels the need to safeguard you

Even if it means keeping you in the dark about everything

Rook Hunt

“Mon amour brumeux! Please show me the prowess of your sword!”

“...”

“Oui, your beauty is shining even when you dream!”

You’re so lovely for him

Not reacting to his open photography

You don’t even protest when he swabs the insides of your cheeks

He’s brought to shivers at the thought of your immense power with a docile personality

In fact he’s never seen someone so skillfully dodge and reflect arrows without being angry

You’re just so perfect for him

He’s determined to have you

And he wonders will you fight when he takes you or just let him

Ruggie Bucci

“You’re so gullible! You’ve got to fight me if I take your food! Come on showing me your game face!”

“You want me…to fight you?”

Shink

“Whoa whoa (Y/n) hold on!”

He thinks your airy attitude is a breath of fresh air

But he realizes how easy it is to string you along

And he feels no one is better to do that then him

Well guess he’s getting a lot more practice with ‘laugh with me’

Specifically in accidental injuries

Lilia Vanrouge

“Whoa (Y/n) you’re so skilled! Would you be willing to maybe spar with me?”

“No, I’m looking at the clouds.”

“Awww come on baby! Pleeeeaaasseee?”

He loves pestering you

Because you don’t really react so it ends up bothering him instead

Ultimately he finds himself obsessed with knowing your inner workings

And when you say something insightful he feels his heart speed up and his cheeks flush with a feeling he hasn’t felt in ages

Won’t you give this dying fae his final wish and stay with him forever

Or maybe he’ll come with you–the greatest mystery he’s ever come across

Jamil Viper

“I sometimes think I could hypnotize you to do what I want…but you’re so flighty I doubt it would even work.”

“...Your hair looks like Kabumaru…”

“What?”

He thinks you’re the cutest

Even when you expertly wield a sword

He wonders how knowledgeable you can be if he eliminated your chances to go home

If you stayed they’d be the perfect duo

He’ll be your brains if your his muscle

Heck you can even leave the killing to him

Jade Leech

“Ah, I see you’re busy staring at the Monstro Lounge’s tank.”

“...”

“You seem to like fish.”

“...No, no I don't think I do.”

“Hmmm, how would you like to be one?”

Floyd’s nickname of JellyFish is accurate to him

Especially when you show off your sword skills

An almost mindless creature that has a sting

But he thinks you’re allure is like a mushroom

Possibly deadly but wonderfully gorgeous

Perfect for a terrarium tank of your own

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bratzforchris · 24 days

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hi!! I was watching the new video and it reminded me so much of myself, so i was thinking, could you write something about Chris and autistic!reader going to a toy store and reader wants to buy so many of the toys because they never had that while growing up due to money reasons? maybe chris and reader end up buying some toys for little kids and once they're home they play with them together?? (it doesn't have to be age regression, mainly just inner child healing and lots autistic joy)

thank you if you do!! also i just recently followed you and really love the way you write, so i thank you for your service🫡

Barbies

Summary: Above! Thank you so much for the detailed request, butterfly <33

Pairing: Chris x romantic!reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of financial troubles during childhood (?)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This was actually such a heartwarming (and self indulgent) request to write, so thank you 🧸🎀💗 I hope you enjoy!!

If there was one thing that you had loved your whole life, it was Barbies. Ever since you were a small child you had been captivated by the beautiful dolls with their outfits and long hair that you could brush and braid. Growing up as one of four kids and as a neurodivergent child that had required extra therapies and medications, there wasn’t always a lot of extra money to go around, so the few Barbies that you did have were hand-me-downs from the girls that were your neighbors. You had promised yourself that one day you would have an entire collection of dolls to call your own. After all, the special interest had started when you were around four, and had continued to this very day, which just so happened to be your twentieth birthday.

You woke up to Chris peppering kisses across your face with a little ‘good morning, honey’, proudly holding a small plate of pancakes with a whipped cream smiley face on them. Your boyfriend eagerly handed you your plate, singing Happy Birthday cheesily. It was clear he was more excited about this than you were.

“It’s just another day, babe.” You chuckled with a soft shake of your head as you started to cut up your breakfast.

“It’s your day,” Chris insisted, poking your shoulder teasingly. “There’s gotta be something you wanna do.”

“Other than go skydiving, which we’ve addressed you’re not gonna do, there’s nothing.” You hummed, avoiding the thought in your brain to just ask him.

Chris visibly paled at the mention of jumping out of a plane. “Yeah, that one’s a no. There’s nothing you want to do? Nowhere you want to go? Nothing you want to eat?”

“Well…” You trailed off, munching thoughtfully on a piece of pancake. “There is one place, but…”

“Which is?”

“Nevermind,” You shook your head, blushing. “It’s stupid.”

“It can’t be that bad, baby,” Chris said softly. “It’s your birthday. We can do whatever you want.”

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

Chris kissed your cheek gently, knowing that his stubble sometimes bothered your sensory issues. “I won’t laugh, honey. I promise.”

You looked away shyly, blushing as you picked at a loose thread on your comforter. “You know I’ve always liked like, the Barbie movies and stuff, right? And it’s kind of a special interest?” You paused, waiting to see your boyfriend’s reaction, to which he nodded for you to keep talking. “Well, there’s this new store downtown that sells all kinds of Barbies and I was wondering if we could…go? I’ve always wanted Barbies.” You rushed out quickly, face and ears red.

Chris smiled, rubbing your hand. “I think that sounds like a perfect idea.”

“You do?”

“If it makes you happy, it’s always a good idea,” Chris kissed you gently and then stood up. “Get ready!”

For the entirety of the time it took you two to get ready, plus the car ride to the store, you were happy stimming. The mere thought of engaging with your special interest was enough to have you shaking out your wrists happily and playing with the small pop-it pin on your lanyard. Chris chuckled once the two of you got into the store, snapping a quick photo of your awe.

Your eyes went wide as you scanned up and down the rows and rows of dolls. There were all kinds of Barbies from all different generations and you gently ran your fingers across them as you searched for some you liked. Chris followed you like an obedient puppy the entire time, offering his opinion on various dolls and enjoying the warmth that radiated from your happiness. After about thirty minutes in the store, you had narrowed your choices down to ten different dolls.

“I dunno which ones to get. I like them all but I am broke.” You chuckled softly, running your finger over the smooth plastic of one of the boxes.

“Get them all,” Chris shrugged. “It’s your birthday, honey.”

“Did you miss the ‘I’m broke’ part, Christopher?” You chuckled.

“No, but this is your treat. It’s on me.”

Even though you blushed and thanked your boyfriend profusely, you didn’t have it in you to argue with him about paying. You were so consumed by your special interest that all your mind could think about was going home and playing with the new Barbies. Chris led you to the register softly, his heart swelling at the beaming smile on your face as you hummed and let out little vocal stims happily.

By the time you two had arrived back home, you were bursting at the seams to engage with your new treasures. You pulled Chris into the living room, plopping down on the floor next to the coffee table. In a matter of minutes you had carefully opened all of the boxes, laying the dolls out in a neat line.

“Will you, um, play with me?” You asked your lover softly, rubbing Chris’ fingers gently.

“Only if I get to be Ken,” Chris scoffed playfully. “Dude’s ripped.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, passing the brunette the dolls. You both played for a little while, with you focusing more on brushing the Barbies’ hair while Chris acted out soap-opera level scenarios that had you practically rolling on the floor laughing. All was silent for a while, until your boyfriend spoke up again, suddenly seeming nervous.

“We should make the Barbies get married.” he blushed.

“Oh?” You cocked your head curiously, wondering what he meant.

“Because if they represent us, well…” Chris paused and dug in his pocket, pulling out a small ring box. “I wanted to wait for a time that felt right for both of us, and I think that’s right now. You’re my absolute best friend, and this just confirmed that for me. I love you more than anything in the world. Will you marry me?” he asked softly, still burning red.

You had been dreaming of a Barbie life ever since you were a small child, and this definitely counted as that. “Yes!”

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justlillythinking · 1 year

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Can you do nsfw alphabet for aged up Lo'ak? Please :)

lo’ak nsfw alphabet

warnings- nsfw,(tw:zesty pose)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

sweet but a little embarrassed 😭 will probably start blushing while the two of you make jokes, but once you go to bed he’s cuddling you and being super affectionate. once you guys have been doing it for a while though he would get more cocky after, smirking at you and stuff but still being super sweet.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

waist, ass and boobs. he’s a simple man

favorite parts of his body are his hands, arms and basically whole upper body.

C = Cum

he definitely likes to cum on your ass or face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

stole like 2 pairs of your loincloths and jerked off with them and then put them back. when he saw you wearing them he started blushing and left bc he got hard. (he’s so baby girl)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

i’m going to say that i think he is one of those guys that’s very shy at first, insecure because of everyone, including his parents, always thinking he’s less perfect or worse than neteyam. he definitely was super nervous your first time, kept beating himself up over messing up but when you told him it didn’t matter because you loved him, and he just needed to relax, he started building up courage and got VERY good quickly.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

reverse cowgirl, missionary and sitting in his lap.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

sometimes, will definitely make a joke or two then when you start laughing he starts going super hard and then laughs at you being all surprised

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

shaved/ trimmed all over, sometimes will shave bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

romantic when you first mate, have anniversaries or do anything special, but usually he’s more sexual than romantic (hes stuff super loving though)

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

1000% jacks off all the time but if you can do it for him he would obviously prefer that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

wants to get walked in on and show basically that he’s better than his brother😭 also deep throating this man wants to literally fuck ur face

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

in the ocean/ a river or his family’s tent/pod

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

the noises you make, or more so the noises you don’t make. it drives him WILD when he’s fucking you so good you go quiet and slap your hands over your mouth so that nobody hears you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

a threesome. he wants you all to himself and has done enough sharing the spotlight when he was growing up.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i already said it this man LOVES getting head. he wants it 24/7 and the sight of you on your knees for him makes his heart (and dick) throb. also likes giving oral but would rather finger you (he loves fingering you)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

it honestly depends, i think both but usually he’s fast and then he will slow down and do deep slow strokes.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

yes. loves all sex. he wants quickies when there’s barley enough time for them but will also go for like 2 hours, overstimulating you and then dragging it on for forever.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

yes like i swear he literally wants to get caught, it turns him on so much

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

three rounds, definitely lasts like 15+ min at first, but after the 2nd round he is cumming in like 6 minutes or less

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

yes he definitely owns like a vibrator for you, handcuffs, a little bdsm bandage stuff but not much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

LITERALLY SUCH A TEASE

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he definitely grunts and groans and it a so hot don’t even

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

when you two are hanging out with spider, neteyam, anoung, roxto, kiri and tsieyra (i know i just butchered those names i’m too lazy), he recommends a game of spin the bottle that his dad told him about that he used to play when he was still human. the bottle lands on you and anoung and lo’ak l makes eye contact with him before moving the bottle to where it’s you and him. 🤭

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

11 inches, long and not super thick but not thin. veiny and dark at the top

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

very high like he wants quickies and sex and he jerks off all the time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

like not even 10 minutes he’s so baby girl 🤭

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ovaryacted · 1 month

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(TW: talk of abuse/domestic violence)

I’ve been thinking about Leon and his daughter. I am 100% sure this man is not above using his ties to the government to wipe anyone who harms his daughter/abusive partner off the face of the earth.

His perfect baby girl comes to her daddy with a bruised eye and crying? She’s an adult, sure. But Oh he’s going scorched earth.

He kisses his precious little girl on the forehead, lets her sleep in in her old bedroom, and once she’s settled, he grabs his gun and goes.

I really REALLY do not think he’d let an abuser live. Someone put their hands on his little girl. His perfect little baby has gotten hurt by someone she trusted/loved?

Yea I don’t think they’d survive.

CW: mentions of abuse and domestic violence; talks of violence as payback; Leon & the reader are together and have a daughter (unspecified age but 21+)

Anon, this message made me hurt inside, and you sent it to me a while ago so I apologize for not responding until now. But wow, we're getting really angsty...damn. This hurts, but I get where this idea coming from. I think seeing something like his daughter being hurt because of someone else will actually break Leon as both a parent and an individual who puts his life on the line for his family.

Ever since his daughter was born into the world, Leon vowed to protect her with his entire being. He worked so hard to keep her safe from the dangers of the reality that he was all too familiar with, keeping his princess in bubble wrap and tucked away in the safety he knew he could provide. It worked for some time, watching her grow up into her own human being, as gentle and as precious as he imagined, practically his spitting image with his eyes down to his smile.

No matter how old she got, she will always be his little girl. Leon wanted to keep her at home for a while longer, nervous about sending her off to college but she reassures him, promising to call once a week and on the weekends to ease his anxieties. He knew she'd have to venture off into the real world eventually, and his daughter stuck to her promise, often coming back home on her breaks and using that time to catch up with her parents.

He thinks he's done well in raising her alongside you, smart and charismatic, doing everything to ensure his child grew up to know what love and acceptance felt like so she'd never have to be without it like he was.

When Leon was introduced to her current boyfriend, he tried hard to accept him, run his own mental background checks, and make sure he was enough to take care of his daughter and treat her the way she deserved. His daughter was happy, so he relented, giving this new guy a chance. So long as he saw his daughter smiling, all was right in the world.

That's why when Leon gets a phone call from his daughter sometime at midnight, he's confused, but the hair at the back of his neck raises as he gets a weird feeling that something is wrong.

"Hi dad", he hears her on the other line, her voice shaky and unstable.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay? What's wrong?", he gets up instantly and walks out of the bedroom so he doesn't wake you up, not wanting to bring a panic just yet.

"Yeah, I'm okay", he hears a sniffle, he knows she's lying, but he doesn't mention it. "I just...can I come home? Please?"

"Of course you can, you can always come home. Do you need me to pick you up?", Leon asks without hesitation. He didn't care if there was a tornado outside, he was going to get his child back home.

"It's okay, I can drive, traffic isn't too bad. I'll see you in a few okay?", she was hiding something from him, and if that were the case it must be bad. And that scared him.

"Sure thing honey, please be safe", she hung up the phone, the anxiety getting much worse because he didn't know what to expect. You wake up soon after that to ask what's wrong, and decide to wait for your daughter to come back home and make sure she's alright.

Was she safe? Did something happen? Why did it sound like she was crying? Did someone hurt her?

So many different scenarios play in his mind that the sound of a knock at Leon's front door brings him back to the present. Opening the door, he tries to hide the way his heart crack at the sight of his child standing in front of him with a bruised eye. He doesn't say anything as she drops the duffle bag she brought and instantly falls into his chest, crying heavily and shaking in his arms.

Sometime later on the couch, she explains how she got into an argument with her boyfriend, and in a fit of rage, he threw a punch before walking out of the apartment. Just hearing her retelling this and not being able to stop crying is what breaks Leon inside, having his daughter, whom he's tried so hard to protect from this world be a victim of abuse from someone who was supposed to love her hurts him greatly.

He blames himself for letting his daughter get hurt, for letting that bastard get anywhere near his angel and hurt her like this. Whispering apologies into his daughter's blonde hair, he cradled her close as he repeated "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry sweetheart".

Leon lets her stay in her old bedroom, tucking her into bed the way he used to when she was little and running his fingers through her hair as gently as he could. He knows you'll watch over her as she sleeps, and will probably slip into bed alongside her to hold her in your arms the way a mother should.

"I promise you, he's not going to hurt you ever again. I swear", Leon tells her, and his daughter believes him wholeheartedly. He gives you a knowing look as he walks out of the bedroom, and you don't try to stop him.

He takes his gun out from the locked safe in his closet, not sure when he last held it in his hand but the muscle memory quickly comes to him. Throwing on a jacket and grabbing his car keys, he got into his Jeep and headed on the road, gripping the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles were white. Maybe being on the road while he was seething and seeing red wasn't a good idea, but he had to handle this or he would never forgive himself.

A part of him thinks that he should get Hunnigan on the phone, should have her knock some sense into him, and tell his ass to turn the fuck around. But he doesn't, hitting the gas and imagining tearing off this man's head for laying a hand on the most precious thing he has in his life.

He doesn't remember the last time he was this pissed, and he certainly didn't know he could want to hurt someone when he had been so focused on saving others for most of his life. But he finds himself caring less and less about the consequences of his actions and doesn't feel guilty for wanting to do what he knows is necessary.

Justice is what Leon calls this, and it brings him back to his time studying for the police academy, how doing the right thing felt so fundamental to him that it was always a part of his character. He's doing this out of love, out of knowing his daughter will be safe from this monster, and that makes it right.

Yeah, that man better start praying, cause it might be the last time he gets to.

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angelplummie · 8 months

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thinking about stepdad armin……

cw: stepcest, age gap, contemplating cheating, sexual imagery, horniness

masterlist part 2

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you think you’re home alone. or rather, you thought you were home alone. because now you’re completely naked in the hall of your childhood home, staring into baby blue eyes. they’re blown wide open as he looks down and then right back up. pink erupts under his skin and he opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t let him. wet hair leaving water stains on the carpet, you run back into the bathroom and slam the door closed.

great. you just got home from summer vacation at your uni yesterday, and now it’s going to be awkward for the rest of the two months. you really really thought you were home alone, you thought they were at work. but you’d done it now. blood burnt your cheeks and embarrassment broiled in your stomach.

you did have to admit, your mum’s boyfriend was handsome, you’d thought so ever since you met a year ago. he looked a lot younger than he was, but the maturity with which he carried himself gave him away. he was always put together, refined. he wore silver rings on his slender fingers that you could never keep your eyes away from. he wore timeless clothes that screamed a contemporary elegance. he was always warm and kind and seemed to really want to get to know you. even if it was nothing more than a gesture to your mother, you appreciated it. he would always remember things you had told him in your last visit, always knew the right thing to say. he was so much better than boys your age, so much more real, more developed and solidified. he made you feel safe, made you want to please him. maybe it was because he was just ten years older than you, as he was considerably younger than your mother, you had always felt a certain connection to him. their relationship seemed to have progressed so fast, and you tried to suppress your jealousy, tried to make yourself forget it was ever there. but it was. and now you were even more embarrassed.

but aside from embarrassment, you couldn’t help the throb of your clit, the heavy wet feeling between your pussy lips. he had seen you, all of you. what was he thinking right now? you’re a pretty girl with a pretty body, he can’t be neutral to you right? you had wondered if he thought you were pretty, if he was attracted to you. if really deep down he wanted you. sometimes hugs would be tight and you would hear him inhale in your hair, looks would linger. he touched you unnecessarily, on the knee, on the shoulder, kisses on cheeks. he would take you out to eat, just one on one. your mother loved it, thought it was so sweet of him to make the effort. it made you squirm inside. maybe he was just friendly, maybe you were a crazy little girl, impassioned by the slightest attention.

but maybe he wanted you as much as you wanted him. maybe he wanted you more.

you imagined him on the other side of the door still red faced and flustered, hard in his pants. you imagined it straining against his jeans, his boxers. you imagined him taking it out and you imagined the tip dribbling precum. you pussy spasmed at the thought, the very idea that he wants you.

but now you needed to think rationally, you need to be a big girl. what would someone that didn’t want to fuck their new stepdad do?

you grab a towel, rush back into your room. creaking from around the house told you he was still home, probably feeling too embarrassed to approach you about things. you quickly dry off and get dressed before shooting armin a text that reads:

hi i’m really really sorry about that!! i thought i was home alone but still i should’ve been more cautious. i hope i didn’t mentally scar you 😭

perfect, you thought. it was friendly and normal and completely denied the idea that you thought about him thinking about you in any other way than paternally. which you hoped he did, in a yucky wrong sort of way. you hoped he did view you as something to protect, something that was his in some way. you wish the guilt and repulsion of this realisation made it go away, but it didn’t.

luckily for you, armin was in shambles in the exact way you wanted him to be. after pacing his bedroom for five minutes and he waited for you to leave the bathroom, he had gone downstairs to busy himself with cooking something. as an apology maybe, but mainly to take his mind off what he was never supposed to think about. what he couldn’t get out of his head.

before, it was a benign attraction. a want, not a need. he saw you, watched you. you’re a beautiful girl, it doesn’t make him a pervert to see that. and you’re such a sweet girl, such a good daughter. you were always giggly with him, always receptive. you made him want to be sweet and kind and warm, made him want to take care of you, whether you need it or not. so what if when he got the chance he was a little affectionate? aren’t all good father figures? bear hugs and reassuring squeezes, kisses on cheeks, that’s nothing! he loves your mother, she has her charms in her own little way.

but he would be lying if he hadn’t thought about it, the big it he couldn’t get over. he thought about what you would feel like, what those ever-glossed lips would feel like pressing against his skin. wrapped around his cock. he imagined those big doe eyes watering for him, choking on his cock, or, an even more dangerous thought, whimpering at the stretch in your tight young pussy. the thought of you and your insides plagued him, but he had managed to convince himself it was nothing. that he loved your mother really, and maybe it more of a compliment to her, since you look so alike.

but now, that has all gone out of the window.

how couldn’t it? now that he knew, knew with 100% certainty that your body was just as he had imagined, what could he do? cock aching with want, he sighed for the tenth time in 20 minutes and distractedly chopped potatoes. now he knew your tits were just as jiggly as he imagined, knew how soft you really were, knew you didn’t shave. he knew how sweet your little bush looked, so natural and untouched. he wondered if you’d ever been touched by a man before, but he shook the idea from his head.

he was a bad, bad man. but that didn’t mean he could stop these thoughts.

armin hears his phone ping on the kitchen counter, and takes it in shaking hands. he reads your message, stepping away from the cutting board and rubbing his forehead. what a sweet girl, he thinks. before he can stop thinking, he thinks more. what it would be like to bend your soft body to his will, to feel the undoubtably tight grip of your wet hole. would you still be his sweet girl then? he replies:

no worries at all, i should have made my presence known xx

he sends it with an eleventh sigh, and distractedly returns to his cooking.

in your bedroom, your heart pounds as you see the notification of his text.

oh.

why are you disappointed?

no really, why?

he was sweet and generous and lovely as usual, what were you disappointed about?

a dark cloud forms in your belly, and you know why. it’s because he didn’t reply to the last part of your message. the part you wanted him to reply to the very most. you wanted him to, at the very least, reply to it, acknowledge the absurdity of him being scarred by a body like yours. it’s self deprecating, it demands a rebuttal.

you react with a heart to his message and turn off your phone with a sigh.

maybe he really doesn’t want you, maybe it has been all in your head. it’s a possibility, you suppose. how awful are you, thinking about your mothers boyfriend like this? you’re terrible, a horrible girl. she’s happy. shes happy with him, and after everything with your father, that’s what you want for her.

that was it then. you really would never have him. that was it. forget about it. now.

but he isn’t forgetting about, not at all. he’s still staring at where you liked the message, allowing the water he was boiling to spill over before he turns down the heat. he can’t forget now. how is he doing to cope? two months of you, how was he going to keep this under wraps? even now, he feels tense knowing you’re upstairs, in nothing more than a towel. he knows the smell of your body wash, your conditioner, he knows exactly what your skin would taste like. he knows what your nipples look like, can imagine how it would feel to squeeze your doughy breast.

he feels desperate, clawing out for something he doesn’t understand. he doesn’t want to stop talking to you. he knows he needs to. he has to leave you alone as much as he can, for the sake of these two months. but he doesn’t want to.

so, serval minutes after his first message, he messages you again.

your butterflies swarm your stomach and you suppress a squeal in case he might hear you as your phone lights up again.

you open it immediately, far past caring what it says that you were so quick to read it. the message reads:

and trust me, i’m far from scarred xx

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a/n: i will make a part 2 asap but i need to get this out in the world or i’ll die. reblog if you enjoyed!!

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yuujispinkhair · 1 year

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Great, now I can’t decide on being Yuji’s housewife or Yuji being my househusband. wuwuwuwuwuwu

Aww that is so true!! Both would be perfect!! I wrote some headcanons for both versions, so you can decide which one you prefer :)

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, some smutty scenes, oral, fingering, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Version 1: Being Yuuji's housewife

Being Yuuji's housewife who stays at home while Yuuji, your hero, goes on missions to keep the city safe. Either as a Jujutsu sorcerer or as a firefighter. You are so proud of your husband, and anytime you tell him, he gets the cutest blush on his cheeks and the happiest smile on his handsome face.

Yuuji is so grateful for you to be so patient and understanding of his work schedule and that he sometimes has to leave the house at ungodly hours.

His job can be tough and emotionally draining. But anytime Yuuji looks at his lock screen on his phone and sees your face, he knows that he will make it through this day too because he knows at home you are waiting for him, ready to comfort him and love him, and that gives him the strength to go on.

"I am so lucky to have you, baby. Thank you so much for taking such good care of me!" Yuuji truly means it! It's so comforting to know that you are looking after the household, taking this weight off his shoulders, and making his apartment a real home filled with love and warmth.

There are also evenings when Yuuji comes home all riled up because he encountered some stuff at work that made him angry or sad, and now he needs you so much to help him fuck all those negative feelings away. He is so grateful that you let him take you as hard as he needs on those nights.

It's the best stress relief for him to pound your wet pussy until both of you scream from pleasure. And suddenly, your usually so gentle husband is using all his strength to push your face into the pillow and fuck you so rough that you see stars.

Yuuji brings you flowers every week to show you how happy he is that you stay at home and are his sweet housewife. He is grinning from ear to ear and kissing you tenderly when he presses the bouquet into your arms and thanks you for your hard work. Other guys might not see all the work you do at home, but Yuuji knows how much effort it takes to look after a household, and he is genuinely so grateful for everything you do.

Yuuji doesn't have much time during his workday, but he still makes sure to send you short texts or pictures from work, making you smile fondly at your phone. It's so sweet to see how he thinks of you, even during his busy work schedule.

Firefighter Yuuji makes you go "aww" when he sends you pictures of the animals he rescued from trees or burning houses. "Look at this little man who got stuck on a tree!" And on Yuuji's broad shoulders sits a fluffy cat that snuggles gratefully against your husband while Yuuji grins into the camera and makes a thumbs-up pose.

Jujutsu sorcerer Yuuji sends you pictures of interesting places he visits during his missions. He knows that you tend to get worried about him, so he uses those little messages to reassure you. A sign that he is ok and will come home to you again. And there is always an "I love you, baby." at the end of every message. Because Yuuji knows that his work is dangerous, and if something should happen to him, he wants you to know how he feels about you.

As hard as his job is, Yuuji still helps so much with the household chores! That's just the way he is. You don't have to tell him to take out the trash or to please help with the dishes. Those are things Yuuji does without needing a reminder.

And there are also a lot of occasions on which sweet Yuuji tells you that tonight he is in charge of dinner and you should just take a nice bath or watch your fave show. After all, he loves cooking and, even more importantly, he loves you, and he knows how tiring it can be to do the same household tasks every single day. He did that for several years while his grandpa was too sick to do those things. So he understands that sometimes you need a break too!

Yuuji makes you feel appreciated and loved. And even though you usually just wear your ratty sweatpants or leggings and Yuuji's hoodies with no makeup and unstyled hair, you always feel desired because Yuuji shows you and tells you how much he wants you and how pretty and sexy you are to him.

You might be cleaning the sink when your husband suddenly hugs you from behind, kisses your neck, and lets his large warm hands wander under your shirt to caress your tits and then slip one hand into your pants to play with you while his hoarse voice whispers in your ear how crazy you drive him. "My sexy cutie. The cutest housewife ever. I think you should take a break now, baby. Let me take care of you now."

And your strong and sexy husband picks you up in his muscular arms and carries you to your bed, where he shows you how much he appreciates his cute little housewife by making you cum over and over again on his thick cock while telling you how good you are for him.

All in all, being Yuuji's housewife is a very nice and relaxed job. He helps so much and is so full of praise and appreciation for your work!

Version 2: Househusband Yuuji

Househusband Yuuji is the sweetest thing to come home to after a stressful day at work! He greets you with that bright sunshine smile on his pretty face and a tight and warm hug. That happy sparkle in his honey eyes is pure serotonin to you, and the feeling of that firm, tall body full of muscles and warmth is very comforting!

A yummy dinner is waiting for you every night. Staying at home gave Yuuji a chance to excel even more at cooking. He loves to watch cooking shows and learn new recipes. And he is amazing at it! You eat better than in most restaurants!

Househusband Yuuji is your safe place. He always listens to you when you need to pour your heart out. His tight warm hugs and reassuring words always make you feel better.

And Yuuji lets you be soft. While at work, you have to be strong and act professionally, here at home, you can melt into Yuuji's strong arms and use his buff chest as your pillow while he strokes your hair and lets you vent.

His growled, "I will punch that idiot if he ever rats you out to your boss again," when you complain about your asshole coworker, makes you smile. The knowledge that Yuuji, who used to get called The Tiger of West Junior High and beat up bullies in high school, would actually do that if you wanted, is so comforting. Even though you would never ask him to do that for real because you don't want your sweet man to get in trouble.

Househusband Yuuji always prepares a lunchbox for you. And your workday gets so much better anytime you find a cute little message in it. A scribbled "I love you, cutie!" or "Don't let them get you down. You got this, baby!" or other sweet and encouraging things. And you always get the best bento with cute animal faces and everything. All your coworkers are jealous of your lunchbox and that you have such a super hot and supportive husband at home.

Yuuji is good at housework! He is used to it since he had to learn how to do all chores, cook, and manage a household when he was still a teenager. He used to live alone and look after himself, so he knows what he's doing. And Yuuji is very committed to pleasing you and giving you a comfy and clean home to relax in after work. He takes his work as a househusband very seriously!

Househusband Yuuji also looks lovingly after every pet you might get. And, of course, after your kids, if you have any. He is such a loving daddy for pets and kids! So sweet and protective and fun. You come home to loud laughter and squealing when Yuuji plays games with your toddler and/or pet. It instantly manages to brighten your day when you hear those happy sounds.

Househusband Yuuji is a very caring man who knows exactly how to take care of you after a stressful day at work. You forget all your problems when Yuuji's pretty face is buried between your spread thighs, and his sweet lips and tongue make love to your pussy until you are a sobbing and happy mess.

While your boss might not praise you for all the hard work, Yuuji never gets tired of telling you how proud he is of you! He is balls-deep in you, dicking you down so good that you scratch his muscular back with your fingernails, and all the while, his sweet sexy voice moans the sweetest praise into your ear.

"You are such a good girl, so hard working. I am so proud of you, princess. Does this feel good, baby? You deserve to cum so hard, baby." And you always do. Yuuji makes sure of that. And so you cum on his cock, on his tongue, or on his fingers, moaning his name and crying from all the love and pleasure your husband gives to you.

No matter how challenging your job is, coming home to your loving and sexy househusband and getting a nice creampie almost every night makes everything good again.

Thank you so much for reading! And also thank you so much for sending me this ask!! It made me so happy to imagine those scenarios!! I am more the housewife type, so I will pick version 1 :) I know Yuuji would be so appreciative awww. It warms my heart to think about him!

Which version do you choose? :) Please let me know how you liked these little headcanons. Comments and reblogs make me happy :)

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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 2 months

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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 5: The Man, The Myth, The Legend

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy. This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter five of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: References to sex, Cursing (a few times), Drinking, Drug Use, Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC, Possible spoilers for season three.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

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Present Day

"Hey'ya Kitten!" Legend smiles wide when he opens the front door of his apartment. "Where have you been baby? How's retirement?" He leans forward for a kiss and you turn your cheek to the side.

Always the flirt.

"Exciting. Is it alright if I come in?"

"Of course! I always have time for my favorite hero." He ushers you into his home.

It was one day after Agent Butcher and Hughie had dropped by your apartment looking for information on Soldier Boy. One sleepless night later you realized that the only way you were going to find Countess was through Legend. And despite his flirtatious attitude, you liked your former handler.

The apartment looks the same as it always has. Memorabilia from what he thought was the good old days hangs on the walls, a black leather couch sags in the center of the living room, and a red faded high backed armchair stands in the corner like a silent guardian. The smell of old cologne, pot, and alcohol soaks through the air and into your nose as you turn to examine the inhabitant.

Legend looks decidedly older. Sometimes you forgot that you didn't age the same way other people did, but then you'd meet someone from the past and it would remind you all over again. He's wearing the same smoking jacket with patched elbows, sunglasses, and ascot, that you saw him wearing over ten years ago. But Legend was classic.

"You hurt my feelings by not calling." He breezes having a seat on one of the couches, and fluffing more of the offensive smell through your nose, but you don't make a face. "What's it been ten years?"

"Something like that." You smile tightly and sit down on the armchair.

It wasn't that you didn't like seeing Legend. He might have been a crazy son of a bitch, but he was a good handler. He knew everything about everyone and he helped you get through Ben's death, not to mention he helped you create your new life when you broke away from Payback.

"You want some?" Legend holds out a mirror where a single white line of cocaine sits. "Or are you still sober?"

"I never did cocaine. And yeah, I'm still trying to stay on the wagon."

"Don't know how you do it."

"Me either." You say it partly to yourself, because it was true. You didn't know how you got through the past 40 years without a drink. Before, it wasn't that you partied as hard as Ben or the others did. It was more the drinking than drugs you imbibed in. Yes, you'd smoked the occasional blunt, but you didn't want to lose control if you tried anything stronger. You didn't like losing control, you prided yourself on keeping it together.

Ben had lost control more than once, and each time he'd show up at your apartment just like he had when he was a kid and he was hiding from his father, falling asleep beside you like nothing had changed. You never understood how he could be so vulnerable when it was just the two of you, but when he was in public he was different. Sometimes you hated that, because in those quiet moments you saw the boy you fell in love with, but when you were out in public you saw the man he became.

You remember all the times he lost control. The worst was when he threw a car through a house when trying to stop some kids in the street and killed an older man. Ben hadn't gone to the funeral, but you had. You sat on the back pew and watched the family mourn. Only a little boy in the front row had noticed you, and you had offered a kind smile, before walking back through the streets and leaving an envelope of cash in the family's mailbox. You knew the money couldn't replace the person they lost, but you couldn't think of anything else to do.

"So, are you here because you want to come out of retirement?" Legend snorts the line on the mirror without looking up. "Might be a good thing."

You laugh to yourself. "I like retirement too much to go back to Vought. Too wild out there nowadays with the supervillains and all that Compound V bullshit." You lean back in the armchair, crossing your legs in front of you.

"I could make you a star!" He looks up at you. "You're still as sexy as ever."

"And you're still a dirty old man." You tease, rolling your eyes at him and earning a chortle from Legend. "I don't think my powers are cutesy enough for television. I’m not like Starlight.” You snort thinking about the current blonde member of The Seven that had become America’s Sweetheart, a title that you were happy you never wore.

"Who said anything about your powers babe? It's all about the body."

"Legend-"

"Fine, fine." He shakes his head. "I saw your last art show, very nice. Bought something for the country house."

"That's very kind of you." You smile with pride. Your last show had been a series you titled "Moods of the Forest," which meant that you had camped out under the stars for a solid month up North drinking in the silence of the woods. It was a nice way for you to clear your head and catch up on your reading, but it had done little to ease the thoughts of the past. "Those were some of my favorites. It was hard to part with them."

"You're very talented." He compliments.

"Thank You. I'd hope so. I've been painting for almost 90 years." Your memory flashes back to when Ben gave you paint for your birthday and the months that followed as you practiced. All the days you spent painting in the park and along the streets of Philadelphia, sometimes with Ben following behind and teasing you, but you knew he loved how much you were painting, loved how much you enjoyed the gift. The happiness and warmth of the memories is doused by a bucket of cold water as you remember the last time you saw him. The echo of the last words you spoke to him and the words he shouted at you ringing in your ears.

The chill sobers you and makes you remember why you were here talking to Legend.

"I have something important to ask you." You look up at Legend. "Do you know where Crimson Countess is?"

Legend doesn't answer immediately. The spike of his pulse with the mention of Countess' name is loud in your ears. "Did you want a scotch? I think I need one." He avoids your gaze.

"Legend-"

He stands from the couch and moves over to the table in the corner that has a collection of multicolored bottles that you wish you could drink from, but you restrain yourself. You hear the sound of the glass being poured and as he turns he takes a sip as if rousing the courage to tell you.

"Y/n if this is you finally going after her, now might not be the best time." He swirls the glass in his hand, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides. "I thought you were past all that-"

"It's not like that I-“ Your lips press together in a tight line, considering your next words. "Some men came to my apartment the other day looking for me. They were asking me about Ben."

"You told them you were dead right? The story we came up with?" Legend looks worried.

"Yeah. Don't think they bought it." You shrug.

"Did they give you their names?"

"They said they were with the CIA. Agent Butcher and a guy named Hughie-"

"Butcher? Dark hair, British accent, asshole?" Legend's glass pauses half-way to his mouth.

"Yeah. How did you-"

Legend sighs. "He used to be with the CIA, was on a task force that was used to hunt down supes. I helped them find a few over the years."

"Hunt them down?"

"Butcher's got a bone to pick with supes. Homelander especially." Legend sits back on the couch nursing his scotch.

At the mention of Vought’s most popular hero you pause. You didn’t know too much about Homelander, just that he emerged as Vought’s Golden Boy a few years after Ben died and he was supposed to be indestructible. You wondered if he was as indestructible as you.

“Homelander?”

“Did something to his wife.” Legend waves a hand like it doesn’t matter. "But they were asking you about Soldier Boy?"

"Yeah, they wanted to know about the relationship I had with him and how he died-" You foot taps against the ground, fighting the urge to pour yourself a drink.

Legend looks worried. "Maybe you should get out of town for a few days-"

"What?"

Can Butcher really be that dangerous? He didn't seem like much the other day and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be able to handle me. Most supes couldn't.

"Not because of Butcher, he's a dick, but I mean everything with Soldier Boy." Legend takes a sip from the glass. "If you start thinking about him again, you're going to be in the same place you were last time."

Deep down you know he's right, ever since Butcher and Hughie showed up on your doorstep, Ben was all you thought about. The hole you dug yourself into when you and Ben fought and then he died was deep and dark, and it was already beginning to open under your feet.

You didn’t know if talking to Countess would help close it, but maybe you needed closure, maybe you needed to hear it from her how he died. The last thing you wanted was to go to Stan Edgar. He'd already shown up once, but you thought you had convinced him with your story. Occasionally he would show up to one of your art shows, browsing through the canvases, and asking you about the inspiration of them. You never liked when he showed up in your life, because after all these years he hadn't changed, he was still a snake obsessed with power and being on top.

"I know." You sigh, clutching your hands together in your lap. "But I want to talk to her. Maybe it's time. There was always something that unsettled me about how Ben died and she's the one who saw it. Plus Noir isn’t very talkative these days, Gunpowder is dead, and I’d rather drink cyanide than listen to those two TNT idiots.”

Learning that Gunpowder was dead was a shock. You'd lost contact with him, but you thought it was suspicious that he died so soon before Butcher and Hughie came to see you. You knew that Gunpowder was still doing his rounds in the gun expos and conventions, boasting about the good all days and preaching about the dangers of gun control.

It was ironic for him to be against it when you'd personally seen him kill several people who pissed him off and for no good reason.

If anything he shouldn't be allowed near a gun.

When you knew him he was still a kid, but even then he was already adopting the ridiculous macho attitude that Ben had.

Must have stuck.

"I still don’t think it's a good idea." Legend finishes his glass of Scotch. "But let me find it.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me kitten. I don't think I'm doing you a favor." He grunts moving through the apartment, while your eyes trace the photos. Several of them were of Ben at movie premieres, another showed the whole Payback team, and finally just Ben and Legend. He was wearing his ridiculous helmet, the one you used to tease him about. You always thought it was a shame that they covered up his handsome face.

You had a box of photos under your bed that held similar images, but most of yours were of Ben and you not wearing your supe suits. The ones from your childhood needed to be handled with care, but you enjoyed looking at them, before you saw the hardness in Ben's eyes and the set of his jaw. Those early photos showed you the boy you fell in love with.

"Here." He hands you a slip of paper that holds his untidy scrawl as you stand from the chair.

"Thank you." You turn to go, but stop. "Should I be worried about Butcher?"

"I'd stay out of his way. He kills supes for fun."

"But if Ben's already dead then what does he want?"

Legend shrugs. "Can't be good."

"Great."

"Just be careful." Legend puts his hand on your shoulder. "I know that everything that happened with Soldier Boy really threw you-"

"I know. But I have to know. I have to hear what she has to say." You sigh looking up at him. It touched your heart that he cared so much. Legend never got close to his clients in the past, but for some reason he was always more willing to help you. It was him that talked you out of the hole when Ben died.

"Okay."

"It was good to see you. Take care of yourself." You try not to see the weariness in his eyes, the way the wrinkles have grown and stretched over the years, how the gray of his hair has spread. One listen with your supe hearing meant that you could hear his blood pumping through his veins, but it wasn’t at the same vigor as it once was. It was difficult to see age on the people you knew, the day that you and Ben both figured out that you weren't aging anymore had been bittersweet. You were happy that Ben wouldn’t die either, but it meant you’d lose your family. However, Ben’s inability to age meant that you weren't alone.

You frown to yourself. Sometimes you’d thought that meant something, that the universe finally threw you a bone and it was some cosmic sign that you and Ben were supposed to be together-

What a crock of shit.

But despite his death the past few years you hadn't been alone even though you had expected it.

"Good to see you too kitten. Don't be a stranger."

When you finally make it to the street below, you kick your leg over your motorcycle, but pause.

I could just go home and work on my pieces for my next show. Go home and pretend those men never showed up and forget all about Ben. The guilt and anger that rises with his name is familiar, but you brush it away. This might be the only chance I have of finding out what happened to him. You think about Countess and the scrap of paper in your pocket. But it won't be easy.

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rogueshadow1124 · 6 days

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THE NEWS

[BATFAMILY IMAGINE SERIES]

Summary: Bruce and his wife Y/N have something to share with the boys but how would they take it?...

Word count: 1420

Warnings: none?

Bruce Wayne, eccentric billionaire of Gotham city had four sons, three of which were adopted. Y/N Wayne has been his beloved wife for six years now, she had been as good as a mother could be for the boys though they were not her own kin, she did everything for them and didnt hesitate to protect them when needed. Her life revolved around them and all four of them knew that, they adored her just as much as she adored them.

Dick moved out a couple of years ago, Y/N at first was sad since he was the one she had known the longest and he was her first 'son', she understood that he was a grown man now and he needed his own space. Jason switched between the manor and an apartment he owned, sometimes he got homesick which made him feel distressed but he always had the comfort of his 'mother' waiting for him whenever he needed.

Tim had only really just turned seventeen, he was still a child and therefore still in Bruce and Y/N's custody, he has been working hard lately due to him being in college and he's pushing through the darkness of reality to have a successful life. Then there was Damian, he was the baby of the family at the age of fourteen, though he liked to act way older than he really is, being quite mature for his age, he can also be a little broody at times but you know what some say, like father like son, right?

At this point they had all become a big family, perfect but dysfunctional.

"How are we supposed to tell them Bruce? What if they dont take it very well?" Y/N rushed, looking up at her husband who chuckled at her anxious ness.

"Your over thinking it again darling, everything will be perfectly fine. I promise." Bruce slathered an arm around her waist and pulled into his bigger form, rubbing up and down the length of her arm with his other hand.

"Are you sure. Oh what about Damian, I'm sure he wont like this-" Her tone became more distressed as she went on, her hand coming up to rest on her heavy eyes as she let out a shaky breath.

"Dont worry about it Y/N, I'm sure the boys will be delighted. In their own ways." He stated, whispering the last part of the sentence which didnt go unheard by his wife who whined out and hit his chest several times, sending him a glare. "Hey. Everything will be fine."

The woman took a seat on the couch, groaning when she heard the loud thudding sequence of steps that were emitting for the hall. Her elbows came to rest on her knees, body slouching over while her hands held her head up, Bruce sighed lightly and sat beside her, placing and arm around her shoulder in a form of comfort.

"So what'dya wanna talk about Ma'." Jason's voice called out as he entered the room, being followed by the other three boys behind him.

"I-i just..." She wiped her hands down her jeans, looking up at the boys that were watching her nervous movements, Bruce took both of her hands in his and sent her reassuring smile when she glanced his way and nodded slightly. "Well- y-your going to be big brothers."

"W-what?" Dick and Tim squeaked, eyes widening in shock as there mouths fell a gape. They looked at each other and then to the others before facing the adults again, Y/N smiled sheepishly and Bruce arched a brow at them motioning towards the woman who shook in anxious ness.

"Y-your pregnant?" Jason heaved out, a small smile coming to his lips when he looked towards his mother figure.

"Yeah..." Y/N stood up from her place on the couch, along with Bruce who was still trying to comfort her as she was still a little shaky from the nervousness. Her eyes trailed over the boys and fell on Damian who had a neutral look on his face, no emotion present. "D-dami?"

The boy looked at her for split second with squinted eyes before spinning on his heel and rushing out of the room. A hard clutter of footsteps could behead thumping up the stairs, a few seconds later the sound of a door slamming shout could be heard.

"Mum are you-" Tim stepped forwards, looking at the woman with worry in his eyes as he saw the tears start to gather in her own. She shook her head, smiling at him with a sniffle.

She whispered a 'yes' looking back at Bruce momentarily the proceeded to walk away from him, passing the boys to exit the lounge area. Her eyes peered up to the landing, a heavy breath passing her lips when she started to make her way up the stairs.

She hopped up them quickly, strolling down the landing to the end where Damians room was. Her hand rose to the dark oak, hesitation hitting her but she pushed aside the sad feeling that she had felt and knocked on the door three times, hearing shuffling before the door swung open to reveal the small ravenette. Damian held eye contact with the woman intensely, tilting his head to the side. He sighed, rolling his eyes and walked backwards into his room, leaving the door open which was a silent way fo telling her she could enter if she wanted to.

"Dami, i-i never meant to upset you-"

"I'm not upset." He cut her off, turning around to look at her. His blue orbs widened when he saw tears returning to her eyes, a feeling of guilt seeping through the barrier he held. "Al'umu?"

"I'm sorry Damian, really I am." She muttered, wiping her eyes and attempted to send a smile his way but failed immensely when her bottom lip began to tremble, a burn setting in the back of her throat as she tried to hold back the tears.

"Theres nothing to be sorry for Al'umu, I just appear to- to feel jealous." Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion, Damian looked down in shame, falling back to sit on the edge of his bed as he grumbled a few curses under his breath.

"I dont understand." She walked over to his bed and crouched down infront of him, raising a hand to push the pieces of hair away so they disnt block his face. She brushed a finger of his cheek, lifting up his chin so he looked at her. "I need you to know, you can never be replaced Dami. I wont allow that to happen, you'll still always be important just as much as the others and this baby."

"But-"

"No Damian, sure at first the baby will need alot of attention but I wont allow any of you boys to feel left out. Besides, you'll always my baby Wayne, Dame." Y/N stood up, pulling the boy with her, bringing him into het embrace which he accepted right away. She placed a kiss at the top of his head and brought him in closer, chuckling when he snuggled closer.

"Aw- who'da thought Demon was soft." Jason's voice echoed through the room making the two look towards the archway, spotting Jason along with Bruce and the other two boys whi smiled at the sight before them.

"Shut it Todd. Fuck you, I'm not soft." Damian went to pull away from Y/N but was pulled back into the hug, much to his dismay as he didnt want anyone to see him in this 'state'.

"You want a hug too Jay?" She tilted her head with a smirk, letting Damian free from her grasp. Her eyes squinted at the second oldest who frowned and looked at her but ended up nodding walking towards her and encasing her in his arms.

"Group hug!" Dick called out, grabbing Tim's arm and rushed to join the hug. Y/N chuckled reaching an arm out to the side, pulling the two boys in. Damian was now stuck at her side since Dick and Tim were blocking his exit.

"C'mon Bruce." The man scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully before making his way towards the crowding hug. He walked around to the back so his chest was against Y/N's back and he wrapped his arms around the boys, smiling at the moment they are having together at this time.

#batfamily x reader #batfamily #batmom #batboys #gotham #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #x reader #tim drake #bruce wayne #wholesome

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eluxcastar · 8 months

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The little brotherfication of Pantalone

── ୨୧：pantalone & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: sibling headcanons pantalone edition lets goo

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child pantalone, reader is a few years older, they also basically raised him

୨୧﹑words :: 1.1k

more older sibling reader this one is blood relatives though, continue to expect more of these because I'm having a lot of fun writing themeven with the big gap between them. next one I think is Signora but that could change and I gotta finish the Dottore thing I'm working on rn which I expect to be long (not too long but longer)

all little siblingification posts

Many nights spent snuggled up in blankets together for warmth cannot simply be erased by money, nor can the years of malnourishment and sickness. In his mind, that's ok with him, as there's a fondness to it. It's just irritating when others can see it in his face and whisper. Whispers everywhere from those who know he is not an old money aristocrat.

Strangely he wouldn't wish for anything else. He wants the cheeks you used to kiss, the imperfect skin you ran your hands over, the frail boney body you would hug tightly. He treasures the memories he has of you, tracing his features, telling him how much he looks like his Mother. He cherishes that you shared those features with him.

He much prefers you now, healthier weight and beautiful clothes to flatter you that he could spend all day spoiling you with. You have the luxury to do what you want and he wouldn't want you to have to go back to living any other way, even if you're still cautious.

Pantalone does still adore his childhood memories, the times you provided him food and cared enough to feign sickness just to make sure he ate as much as he wanted, all without him realising what was going on. He wishes you hadn't, in retrospect, but making sure you had eaten enough didn't matter when he was right there, always hungry. You took him out to fish with him in the afternoons, and the two of you would share whatever you could catch. You never got to go out, and food was few and far between sometimes, but it was alright.

He loved all the stories you had to tell him, all of which you could make up on the spot, and you'd spoil him in your own way. Pantalone doesn't remember, but he knows you took care of him as a baby while his parents worked, then again as a toddler continuing on until he was a child, and you were still dressing him and making sure he ate during the day and kept him entertained. You tell him the many stories of how you would sleep with him even in infancy to keep him warm and gave him all your blankets as a toddler because he was always cold, with cold hands, a cold head and cold feet, which you would tuck into the bundle he would be wrapped in to go to sleep.

You claim you really had no idea what you were doing when he was barely a few years old, but he lived long enough to become the richest man in Teyvat and spoil you to death despite your objections. He considers it to be treating you as the treasure you are.

Supposedly, the only heartbeat he was willing to hear was yours, not even your Mother's, and he remembers he would fuss for you and cry whenever you had to leave. He wanted to play with you constantly and clung so severely that you sometimes took him out with you. Of course, you weren't perfect and admittedly left him home alone several times once he had reached an age that felt right enough, but it was usually an unavoidable thing. You never particularly wanted to and barely wanted to leave him either.

He doesn't hold you to any of it because, at the time, Pantalone was happy to wander around with you and run to you when he got scared or upset. He loves his parents too, but you were more special than that, somehow. He's not sure why or even what prompted it. He just picked you over everyone and stuck to that for as many years as you would let him, and you let him for a very long time.

Even his clothes, which you would sew with him in your lap, were fixed by your hand. He tried his hardest not to damage them, but whenever he did, you'd tut at him and wander off to find your needle and thread before pulling him into your lap. It was an awkward arrangement, letting him watch from your perspective to try and get him used to what correct looks like. You valued his ability to care for himself.

He would watch the careful stitches into his garments and the way you'd shake your hands when you'd accidentally prick yourself. The final clothes, fixed and back to new, were always so enamouring to him because it seemed like the world was ending just minutes ago before all was fixed by his older sibling.

Constantly he would want your attention and approval, and you would give it to him in droves. Everything he did was so impressive to you, and it pushed him to do even better to make you proud of him. He wanted you to smile when he showed you how far he was getting and to feel your hands run through his hair and congratulate him.

It was part of why he went to Snezhnaya, thinking he could find a job there and save a bit to send his spare money back to you, or move you out to live with him there. For years, you wrote letters to him back and forth, and he would include what little money he had only to find it sent back to him with extra in the following letter that reached him. Every attempt was not only sabotaged but also beaten, and he knew he needed you even if he didn't want you to give him your money. He wished you were spoiling yourself instead of having to support him.

Then suddenly, he had the best possible job in Snezhnaya and made the dumbest decision of his life, sending the whole of his first paycheck to you, telling you to spoil yourself. He hadn't considered how he was going to eat. He was just delighted to think that you might finally be able to eat in luxury and go out to one of those fancy restaurants you could never afford to visit.

Buy a new outfit, eat the food you always wanted from the chef everyone always fawned over, have dessert, go out, buy yourself new sewing supplies, and treat yourself nicely because the moment you're in Snezhnaya he'll be taking you to the best place he can find and buying you anything you want regardless of the price. You leave with a bunch of little trinkets and gifts that he wanted to give to you.

He loves the way you stroke his cheek with those hands that are starting to look like his again.

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#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#pantalone #pantalone x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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xlovelybluebellex · 3 months

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More cg hcs for Lucifer pretty please! I am adoring it! It makes me want to do a little drabble with Luficer/reader with lucifer being a doting grandpa!

YOU SHOULDDD! and im so glad you like it 😭. Luci is definitely my favorite character, so i have plenty of headcanons.

PII CG!Lucifer Would…

🍎He’d take you flying, if you’re comfortable with it! Of course, he’s holding onto you tight in case you feel the need to get a little wiggly

🍎He’s a dad, so he can easily tell when you need to regress. Even other people, he just knows.

🍎Luci is actually really good with tantrums. He’ll let you scream as loud as you want and once you’ve calmed down, he’ll have you go lay down in your bed for some quiet time, then ask you what happened.

🍎He lets you feel his wings and if you’re interested, he lets you help to preen them. However, Luci doesn’t want you to feel obligated too at all.

🍎I think everyone’s agreed on this, but he spoils his little rotten. You’re just too cute for him to say no too! So any pacifier, any piece of clothes, any toy, is all yours.

🍎If you’re a clingy little, Luci will understand that completely. He’ll hold you constantly, kiss your face, and remind you that he’s “right here, ducky”.

🍎Luci lets you help make ducks! You get to decide the clothes, beak, overall appearance of the duck. However, no going near his craft table. There are some very dangerous tools there.

🍎He tells you loads of stories, anything you want to hear. He may leave out some gory parts, but he’ll, make up for it in his light magic.

🍎If you’re napping on him, Luci will trace your face. He’s very gentle, and makes sure to keep away from your eyes and mouth. It’s still very calming though.

🍎CRAZY overprotective. Like, if it’s under 50 degrees outside, forget it. You’re wearing a jacket and a scarf. If you got a paper cut? He’s two seconds away from calling an ambulance. You cry? Well first he’ll comfort you, then kill whoever made you cry.

🍎 If you have long hair, he’s more than happy to help! He’s helped both Lilith and Charlie, you as well. He’ll even do nice hairstyles. Like pretty braids, or a nice bun.

🍎 Luci’s the best at bath time. He’ll add your favorite soap, make sure it’s loaded with bubbles, and most definitely help you in the bath if need be. Then, if you’re comfortable with him staying, he’ll sing a little to help relax you.

🍎Sometimes he’ll look at you and cry. You’re just so beautiful, so perfect, so absolutely amazing that it’s hard for him to believe you’re not the one who fell from Heaven and- he’s crying again!

🍎If you have trauma as well as nightmares, he’s always there. He’ll let you sleep in bed with him, rock you back to sleep, and if you happen to need pull ups due to the nightmares, he’s more than understanding.

🍎Luci will threaten to end someone’s entire bloodline over the phone while you’re resting peacefully in his arms, him rubbing your back so you can sleep.

🍎If you’re a baby regressor, he loves it. Like, he loves his regressor at any age, but a baby? God. And he’s more than willing to care for you. Feeding, burping, baths, diapers if needed, he’s got it all.

🍎Luci hates punishing you. Even if you willingly go, the tears always break his heart. So he gives a lot of cuddles and reassurances about how much he loves you after.

#age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Pedro? Pedro. Can I request where reader is mid 20’s and has been dating Pedro for a few months and she brings him home to meet her family at a family reunion? 👀😍 I LOVE me some Pedro 🤤

Family reunion - p.p

hello angels! i hope everyone is okay. this request is so cute. if anyone has any requests don’t be shy to put them in my inbox. i honestly hate this i might delete it tbh. anyway, enjoy loves🤍 ⚠️age gap couple⚠️ (i based this on my family, i hope that’s okay xx)

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you and Pedro had been dating for 10 months and it had been the best 10 months of your life. he had been the best boyfriend in the entire world. you and Pedro had travelled to your home town as it was your family reunion tonight and you thought it was the perfect opportunity for Pedro to finally meet your family. you had met his family about two months ago but Pedro was always nervous to meet yours.

your family was always welcoming, no matter who they were or what their background was they never judged a person. it was set in stone that Pedro would meet practically all your close family tonight and you could tell the nerves were getting to him. "does this look okay? do you think they'll like it?" he was looking in the mirror at his outfit, he was wearing dress pants and a creamy coloured shirt.

you were sat on your shared bed and had just finished putting on your heels. you always thought Pedro look beautiful in anything he wore and this time was no different. you stood up and walked to him, wrapping your right arm around his waist and pressed a small kiss to his cheek, trying not to transfer your red lipstick "you look perfect baby. i promise they're gonna love you" you gave him a reassuring smile which was met with a nervous one from Pedro. it wasn't a formal event by any means so you didn't bother dressing up too much but you were wearing a light pink co-ord set which fit your body perfectly.

after a couple more minutes of you both looking over your outfits you laced your fingers with his and started making your way to the car. Pedro decided to drive so he could keep his mind occupied. he wanted to make a good impression. you always talked about how much your family meant to you and he wanted them to like him. he was quite a bit older than you, probably closer to your parents age (which seemed crazy) but he had no idea how they would react.

obviously you had told everyone that Pedro was older than you and they really didn't mind. they always wanted you to be happy and if it was with someone older than you so be it. it took you guys about 40 minutes to get to your grandparents house and that's when he felt his heart start beating faster. he saw quite a few cars outside meaning everyone was here, which also meant he was meeting everyone right now.

you could see the nervous look on his face as you unplugged your seatbelt and smiled as he took a deep breath before unplugging his. you both got out of the car and started making your way to the front door, hand in hand. "i promise you'll be fine. you have nothing to worry about" your thumb stroked over the back of his hand as he nodded his head.

you finally arrived at the door and knocked straight away, giving him no time to even think. you heard footsteps approaching the front door before you saw your nan standing there with a huge smile on her face. "y/n" she said, arms open as she pulled you in for a hug, making you let go of Pedro's hand. your nan was one of your favourite people and not seeing her for months was hard, face-times and calls were sometimes not enough.

she rubbed her hand up and down your back as you tightened the hug. "i missed you so much" you said as you felt a small kiss being placed on your forehead. "we all missed you" she pulled away from the hug and moved her attention to Pedro who had his hand out for her to shake. "so this is the famous Pedro we've all heard so much about" she smiled and swatted his hand away playfully and pulled him in for a hug.

"it's nice to meet you" he smiled and hugged her back. that put some of his nerves at ease to be welcomed with open arms. "it's nice to meet you Pedro. everyone's already here so you guys go inside." your nan moved out of the way so you could both go to the living room where you were sure everyone was. you were surprised to only see your niece, Olivia and cousin, Hannah. Hannah and Olivia were on the floor colouring in Olivia's colouring book, not focused on anything but making sure they kept the colours in the lines.

"hey guys" you said with a huge smile on your face. Olivia was 5 already and it felt like she was growing up to quickly from the last time you saw her. they both looked up from the colouring book and Olivia's face lit up with excitement. she squealed and got up from the floor, running to you with her arms raised hinting that she wanted you to pick her up. "auntie y/n. i've missed you" she said, wrapping her arms around your neck once you had picked her up.

you felt your heart swell as you hugged her. "i've missed you so much angel" you smiled and kissed her head. she pulled back from the hug and looked at Pedro with a confused expression on her face. "who's that?" she wrapped her arms around your neck again, her shyness showing making you smile. "that's Pedro. he's my boyfriend. are you gonna say hi?" you whispered to her before she pulled away yet again and looked at him. "hi" she said with a small wave of her small hand. "hi" he replied, smiling at her.

she smiled at him as she finally felt comfortable again and you let her down so you could greet your cousin. Hannah was a year younger than you and she was practically your sister, she walked to you and wrapped her arms around you. "i'm so glad you're here. i've missed you" you heard Hannah say as she rocked the hug slightly. "i've missed you too. it's so nice to be back home" you said, pulling away from her.

"Pedro this is Hannah, my cousin" you smiled at him as he once again stuck his hand out for Hannah to shake but she shook her head. "thank you for making my cousin happy. she doesn't stop talking about you so it's nice to finally meet the man" she hugged him as your cheeks flushed a bright red. "you're welcome. she makes me happy so i guess it's only fair i do the same" he joked, making her laugh loudly.

"i think we should go look for everyone else. mums probably dying from waiting" you laughed as they pulled away from the hug. "your mum has not shut up about you since she got here. she can't wait to see you" you laughed and Hannah smiled as you grabbed ahold of Pedro's hand and started making your way to the kitchen where you heard your mums voice. your mum didn't notice you at first but once she did she practically ran to you and pulled you into her. "my baby. i'm so happy you're home" she said, tears filling her eyes. you hadn't seen your family in almost a year, with everyone having different work schedules and different events happening this was the only time you had gotten a break.

she pulled back and put her hands on your face as she looked over you, taking in the moment that you were actually home. "you look beautiful sweetheart" she lent in and kissed your cheek before turning her attention to Pedro who she immediately hugged. you saw your grandad who had the biggest grin on his face and you couldn't wait for Pedro to finish introducing himself to your mum so you made your way over to your grandad who opened his arms wide for you to hug him.

"how've you been?" he whispered to you as he hugged you tightly. just hugging everyone made you realise how much you'd missed them over the last year. "i'm okay. i've missed everyone though. i hate being away" he nodded his head and kissed your cheek and turned to see Pedro and your mum making their way over to you.

now your grandad looked mean and scary to anyone who didn't know him but he wasn't, he was the kindest, most selfless man you'd ever met. you had been on face-time with your grandad when Pedro was over one time and had spoken to each other for 5 minutes before Pedro had to go to work but speaking on face-time was completely different to meeting him in person. "Pedro, it's nice to see you in person. how are you doing?" your grandad stuck out his hand for Pedro to shake, which he immediately did and nodded at him. "i'm doing great thank you. how are you?"

Pedro was more nervous to meet your dad and grandad more than anyone but seeing your grandad in person and being welcomed by everyone who he had met so far made him feel at ease. that was until your grandad offered to show Pedro around and meet the rest of your family without you. "are you sure? i can show him around grandad" you said, looking between Pedro and your grandad who just shook his head. "Olivia has been wanting to spend time with you and Stacey has just gone into the living room with the baby. you haven't met her yet, Pedro will be fine"

you looked at Pedro who nodded his head reassuringly and smiled when you gave him a small kiss on the cheek before scurrying off back to the living room where you awed loudly seeing your new niece in your cousins arms. "oh my goodness look how adorable you are" they heard you say as you took the baby from Stacey's arms making the two of them laugh at you.

"come on, her dads outside with everyone else" your grandad led Pedro to the back garden where your dad, brother and the rest of your cousins were. he saw everyone in a circle speaking but he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. “guys, this is Pedro, y/n’s boyfriend” your grandad announced making them all turn around to look at him. this was intimidating. 5 men staring at him intently, analysing him as he approached them.

after a few seconds of awkward silence they all smiled and hugged him at the same time a chorus of hellos. “welcome to the family mate. one rule is treat her well which it seems you are already doing so well done” your brother Adam said and Pedro nodded. of course he was treating you well, you were the best thing to happen to him and he loved you. “would you guys mind if you left us alone?” your dad said, sipping his drink before they all nodded.

“we will be inside” your brother said and it was now left with your dad. your dad could see the anxious look on Pedro’s face and sent him a small smile “you don’t have anything to worry about, i just wanna get to know the man who’s been making my daughter happy is all” your dad said, hoping to give him a little bit of reassurance.

“i’ve seen y/n hurt in the past. you’re her first boyfriend in five years i think and i would hate if something happened between the two of you. she looks happy in every photo i’ve seen of you both and the way she talks about you shows how much she loves you. i hope you aren’t one of those people who will hurt her. she doesn’t deserve it” it was true, your last boyfriend had crushed you and it took a lot for you to open up to Pedro.

“she told me about her ex and i’m nothing like that. i love her a lot and if i’m being honest she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, i wouldn’t dream of hurting her, she’s to special” your dad nodded and smiled again. his words seemed genuine. your dad patted him on the shoulder “thank you for making her happy. i’m glad she met you” with that the two of them made their way back inside the house. your brother and two of your cousins were in the kitchen and the rest of the family were in the living room.

the two of them walked in and saw you next to Hannah with the newest addition to your family in your arms, huge smiles on both of your faces as the baby cooed as she looked at you. “you are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen” you said making Olivia look up from her colouring book with a frown on her face. “excuse me auntie y/n but i am actually the cutest thing” she sassed, making everyone laugh loudly.

"i'm sorry Liv. i meant you are the cutest thing i've ever seen" you smiled at her and she nodded and went back to her colouring book, satisfied with your answer. once everyone had gone back to their own conversations Pedro came and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa. you passed the baby to Hannah and turned to him. "everything okay?" you watched as he nodded and smiled. "i think your dad likes me" you felt relieved that your dad liked him, he hated your ex boyfriend so for him to make Pedro feel welcomed made you happy "i told you that you had nothing to worry about didn't i?" you lent in and pecked him "yeah you did"

“i’m sorry Liv. i meant you are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen” you smiled at her and she nodded and went back to her colouring book, satisfied with your answer. once everyone had gone back to their own conversations Pedro came and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa. you passed the baby to Hannah and turned to him. “everything okay?” you watched as he nodded and smiled. “i think your dad likes me” you felt relieved that your dad liked him, he hated your ex boyfriend so for him to make Pedro feel welcomed made you happy “i told you that you had nothing to worry about didn’t i?” you lent in and pecked him “yeah you did”

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𝐂𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 𝐋. 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

💻PAIRING: Heeseung X fem reader!

⌨️ WARNINGS: smut, angst, alcohol consumption, analingus, oral fem receiving, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, age gap, public sex, anal fingering. dirty talk, cursing. heeseung says fuck a lot, lol reader and heeseung are both dumb asf

🖱️GENRE: coworkers, best friends, comedy, romance, drama.

🖥️SUMMARY: in which a series of multiple unnecessary events take place for you to confess your feelings or not?

WC: 8k+

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NOTE: hi, everybody i”m back with my new fic “cubical crush” i hope you all will enjoy it, even though the plot is intentionally silly, and it”s different from what i usually write. anyways, it is heavily inspired by @heerated thigh riding fic for kinktober. as soon as i read it i got the idea for this. that being said, i hope you all like it. happy reading!

“Congratulations, ms, y/n,” your best friend and co-worker stopped by your workspace holding a celebratory bottle of wine in his hand.

“Thank you,” you gave him a smile.

“You’re more than welcome” he set the bottle down on your desk. He leaned against the wall loosening the tie around his neck and folding his arms. “Can’t believe you got promoted before I did.”

You giggle slightly. “Me neither. I always thought you’d be first.”

“Oh, come on, y/n, don’t be so humble all the time. We both know you would get it before I did. You’re practically perfect, and I’m not,” he pouted.

“Don’t be sad. I’m sure your time is coming soon,” you assured him with a slight smile on the corner of your lips.

“I hope you’re right. I’m so proud of you. you’ve worked so hard for this, and it finally paid off,” he sighs and stares at you with a fond look in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you said, shying away from his gaze. Not exactly used to having a somewhat serious, heartfelt interaction with him most of the time. It was just meaningless bickering back and forth about the most random things.

“You’re growing up right before my eyes” he wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye.

So much for heartfelt, but this is the seung you were used to, so it didn’t bother you.

“Oh, stop it. So are you you were just a baby when we started working together.”

“I wasn’t a baby,” he corrected his once lazy posture against the wall and stood straight with a stern look on his face.

“Yes, you were. You remember you were so nervous that you stuttered while introducing yourself to everyone, and then you started blushing. I remember it like yesterday. You were so cute.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you still remember that, and for the record, I wasn’t cute. I was handsome.”

“No, you were cute, now you’re handsome” the words just kinda slipped out by accident, and of course, he wasn’t just going to ignore it.

He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Really now?”

“You know what I meant,” you glared at him.

He chuckled. “I’m just teasing, but that’s good to know cause I think you’re beautiful.”

This was already headed in a direction that it shouldn’t have. You knew he’d been attracted to you since you became friends, and his flirty nature only blossomed as he got older and spent more time with you. You and him had lunch every day. Sometimes, After work, you’d have dinner together and even give him rides home. All throughout that time, he never missed a single opportunity to let you know how he felt about you romantically and sexually.

All your colleagues thought you were dating, and even though you denied it multiple times, they still teased you cause they thought you were being professional by keeping your relationship hidden.

But that wasn’t the case. You and heeseung were just good friends, really good friends, and nothing more.

“Umm, so, would you like some wine?” You dismissed his comment entirely.

“Sure! why not?” He pulled his chair from his cubical and took a seat next to you.

“Hope you’re fine with coffee mugs,” you chuckled.

“Oh, did you really think I’d buy wine without glasses?” He rolled his chair back and grabbed a paper bag from his work desk. “Ta-dah!” He laughed slightly, setting them on your desk.

“So you prepared for this? What if I didn’t invite you for a drink?”

“Then I’d just have two wine glasses for no reason,” he stated the obvious in an unamused tone, resting his cheek in his palm, and of course, he had to add his signature eye roll.

“Smart ass,” you pushed his shoulder before filling both wine glasses.

“Flat ass,” he replied a little too quickly for your liking and took a sip from his glass.

“If it’s so flat, what are you always staring at?” you reply cockily and take a drink from your own glass.

He nearly choked on his wine, wiping the residue from his chin. He couldn’t even deny it, either. He loved staring at your plump ass when you wore the tightest of skirts to the office. He can’t count how many times he had to control himself from getting a hard-on, and today was no different when you showed up to your promotion party looking like you owned the whole building.

He gulped the rest of the wine from his cup before refilling it again, giving him time to regain his composure.

After he calmed down a bit, he proposed a toast to your achievement. “To you” he held his glass, clanking it with yours.

“You’re so lame” you rolled your eyes at him and clanked your glass with his.

“So lame that you’ve been friends with me since I was 18, begged me to get a job with you. You have lunch with me every single day. You give me rides and even sometimes ask me to come over to your place instead to have dinner with you, and not to mention you invite me over every Saturday for movi-”

You were going to put your hand over his mouth to silence him, but since he had his cup to his lips, you opted for his neck instead.

Bad idea.

Before you could come in contact with his neck, he gripped your wrist and said something that honestly didn’t even surprise you anymore. “Ooh, Kinky, I like it,” he smirked at you.

“I hate you.”

“That’s a funny way to say you love me, y/n. I love you too,” he let go of your wrist and pinched your cheek.

You pushed his hand away from your face and glared at him. “And Just cause you’re lame doesn’t mean I don’t like spending time with you, idiot.”

“Hop off my dick, would you?”

“What dick?” You chuckled.

“The one that could be balls deep inside you if you’d stop playing hard to get,” he retorted.

Now it was your turn to choke on your wine.

Some of the liquid trickled down your chin, and he didn’t miss the opportunity to swipe it away with his thumb, using the chance to tilt your face towards him and lean in closer to you.

You quickly shook your head and focused on anything else but him. “This wine is delicious. Where did you get it from?” As you were pouring another glass, he gripped your wrist, stopping you from doing so.

“Come on, y/n, how much longer are you going to keep this up?”

“Keep what up?” You reply, pretending not to know what he’s talking about.

“This act” he ran his fingers through his hair and released a sigh of frustration.

“You’re confusing me, seungie.”

“Stop acting like you don’t know that I want you. I mean, I made it obvious since the first day we met, and all you ever do is brush me off like I’m not even here.”

You hated that out of all times. He had to bring this up now. You just wanted to celebrate your promotion, but somehow you found yourself discussing the topic you tried your hardest to avoid for years. “Look, I know, and I’ve been trying to keep the relationship between us as just friends.”

“But why? After all these years, you don’t feel even the slightest bit attracted to me?”

“Being attracted to someone doesn’t mean liking them, Seung” you had already downed two more glasses of wine almost unknowingly.

“Well, you don’t like me even just a little?” He just kept prying. You hated how hard-headed he was all the time. In some cases, it was an admirable trait, but right now was not one of them.

“Of course I do. You’re like my little brother,” you flat-out lied to end the discussion, but he wasn’t buying it for two seconds. Not to say you thought he would, but it was still worth a shot.

“I already know that’s bullshit. You never treat me like a brother,” he scoffs.

“I don’t treat you like a boyfriend either,” you reply, feeling like you had a point, but apparently, that is not how he saw it.

He was fed up at this point, and maybe the wine had gotten to him just a tiny bit. “Fuck it” he spun your chair around and quickly pressed his lips against yours.

You absolutely melted into the kiss and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. He was shocked to see that you actually reciprocated his advances, but he wasn’t complaining, only focusing on the way your lips felt on his the kiss was everything he thought it’d be and more.

You’d never say it out loud to anyone, but you’ve wanted him for so long there was only one problem.

He was just so out of your league, far more successful than you were at his age, a whole ten years younger than you, and honestly, the idea of being more than friends with him intimidated you.

He pulled away from the kiss reluctantly and rested his forehead against yours. “So much for me being your little brother,” he breathes against your lips.

“Shut up” you cupped his face in your hands, bringing him even closer and ultimately giving in to your desires.

“Yes, Ma’am” he connected his lips to yours once again and began kneading your thighs with his large veiny hands. He deepened the kiss and slipped his hand up your skirt rubbing you through the thin material of your underwear.

“Heeseung,” you gasp, feeling your body flush with heat at the contact of his hands between your legs.

He smiled against your lips when you tangled your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots softly.

Before things got too heated, you leaned back to take a breather. “What if we get caught?”

“We’re like the only ones still here. Everyone left after the celebration” he kissed your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on the supple skin.

You lost yourself in the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking all over your skin. You let your head fall back to give him better access to your sweet spot and moaned loudly when he nipped at the flesh.

You used every last ounce of your strength to pull away from him cause, at the back of your mind. You couldn’t help but feel worried about getting caught. “But what if?”

He groaned agitatedly, but he knew it was better to be safe than sorry he knew how important work was to you, and if you got fired, cause of him, he’d never forgive himself for it. “You’re right. There’s a storage room right around the corner. Come on” he took your hand in his gently and led you to the dark space making sure to lock the door behind him. “There, that way, we for sure won’t get caught.” he smiled softly and made his way over to you.

“Seung, I’m not so sure about this,” you chewed on your lip nervously.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t worry about it. If at any point you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?”

He held your face in his hands, waiting for your reply. “Okay,” you nodded your head.

“Okay,” he whispered reassuringly and backed you up against a desk in the dimly lit room, attaching his lips to yours and kissing you feverishly. He lifted your skirt up, gripping your ass tightly, causing you to moan into the kiss. He immediately stuck his tongue inside your mouth, tangling it with yours.

He pushed his body as close to you as possible, grinding his bulge against your core. You gasped when you felt how big he was. he hummed in delight as he trailed kisses down your jawline. “I just couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off you today. I love it so much when you wear skirts,” he confessed while placing kisses all over your exposed neck.

“Really? I guess I’ll have to wear them more often.”

“You’d do that just for me?” He raised a brow that you couldn’t see cause his face was tilted to the side as he swiped the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear.

“Anything for you” you palmed his erection through his slacks, with your lip caught between your teeth.

“Is that so?” He released an unstable breath at the feeling of your hand teasing his hard length.

“Yes, anything,” you moaned breathlessly as he nibbled on your earlobe.

“Then turn around and bend over for me” his slightly assertive tone made you do exactly as he said, bending over the desk and arching your back as far as you could for him.

He ran his palms all along your backside, massaging his favorite part of your body. He got down on his knees, easily leveling his face with your ass as he bunched your skirt further up around your waist and yanked your panties down in one swift motion.

You whimper from the cool air hitting your bare pussy. “So, so wet,” he licked the glob of wetness dripping from your pretty pink hole. Moaning at the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, you tasted even better than he could have ever dreamed of.

“Fuck” you dropped your head on the desk in front of you while he lapped up all your juices. You just knew he would be good at this, but not this good. He exceeded all your expectations by far, and he was only just getting started.

He gulped loudly while swallowing his saliva mixed with your essence. “Taste so fucking good, doll. I could eat your pussy all day” needless to say, he was already rock solid in his slacks, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now, his hands were already preoccupied with your plump ass cheeks, and all he wanted was to eat you out for hours. “And you smell so amazing” he inhaled deeply before diving back in, sucking on your pussy lips, and it was like he was making an effort to make the most filthiest sounds behind you, slurping and sucking loudly while he ate you out like there was no tomorrow.

He stuck two of his long thick fingers inside you, stretching you out just right for him. “You’re really tight. Just relax, doll” you listened to his words as you took a deep breath before giving yourself to him fully and relaxing under his touch. It’s been quite a while since you’ve been intimate with someone, but he was able to make you comfortable as he easily guided you through all of his ministrations and reassured you with his delicate voice over and over again.

His cock was leaking so much precum and he could have sworn he’s never been this turned on before. You barely even touched him, but there was just something about you that could make him painfully hard without even doing anything.

As he trailed his tongue through your wet folds, the path led him to where he so badly needed to be, and before he could think twice about it, he was already flattening his tongue against your perineum.

You had no idea how just his tongue alone was making you feel so good your eyes were rolling back in your head, and your legs were already quivering from the intense pleasure. “That feels so good,” you cried out, gripping the desk tightly. The feeling of his warm wet tongue on one of the most sensitive parts of your body had you short-circuiting.

“You like that?” He moaned against your skin as he humped the air trying to seek any type of relief for his throbbing cock, which was no use. Only you could give him what he needed.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out.

His eyes fluttered open only to be met with your twitching rim, and he didn’t even try to resist the strong urge to lick a stripe between your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pleasure. No one has ever done anything like that before. It felt so foreign but so amazing at the same time.

You never wanted him to stop, and it’s like he could read your mind as he circled your rim with the tip of his tongue teasingly.

“Mmm, so good,” his voice tickled your skin as he spread you open with the palm of his hand, creating even more space to lick you up and down.

He messily licked from your wet hole to your quivering rim, speeding up the movement of his fingers inside you while stimulating you with his tongue.

Each time his digits went in and out of you, they were coated in a thick creamy layer of your arousal. He couldn’t believe he was the one making you this wet, but it only motivated him to continue on until your juices were running down your thighs.

He was almost positive he was enjoying this more than you. His dick was so hard, and it only got harder as he stuck his tongue out and inserted it in your tight hole.

The feeling of his fingers in your pussy and his tongue inside your ass at the same time felt so unreal. “Seung s-so good,” you whimpered helplessly, relying on the desk to hold all your weight as you felt your legs beginning to give out when his saliva-coated tongue went deeper in your hole.

He rested his hand on your lower back, bringing your body impossibly close to his face. He spat on your puckered rim that winked in anticipation as he smeared his saliva between your cheeks with his pouty lips kissing your tight hole softly before sticking his tongue back inside of you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hand behind you and push his face forward as if he wasn’t already close enough. You could feel his hot, heavy breath against your wet skin, and that only heightened the intensity of the pleasure he was giving to you.

He made a sound mixed between a laugh and a breathy moan. His face was literally pressed against your ass as he did his best to work with what little space you left for him. He wouldn’t have stopped, but he needed to breathe, so finally, he pulled away, leaving your holes clenching and needy for him.

At this point, he was just too worked up, and he needed you now more than anything in the world. He pulled his fingers out of you gently, licking them clean before he stood up, ignoring the ache in his knees as he hastily lowered his slacks and underwear. “You ready for me, doll?”

“Yes, please hurry, Seung” he smacked your ass and jiggled it with his palm as the sound bounced off the walls. You yelped in pleasure from the burning yet pleasurable sting.

He rubbed his oozing tip on your soaking folds, gathering your wetness so he could push in with ease.

“Shit, I’ve been wanting this for so long, Ever since we met” his heart was racing in anticipation mixed with something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and he was sure he’s never wanted anything more than this, not even a promotion and he really wanted a promotion, so that was saying a lot.

He pushed in the tip only, easing himself back and forth slowly. “Oh god,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, I could cum just from this,” he admits while gripping your waist tightly to bring you closer to his body. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek before pushing in all the way, sliding his thick cock in your cunt. “Fuck, princess, you feel so amazing,” he moaned loudly, not holding back his sounds of pleasure one bit. He wanted you to know the effect you had on him.

“Y-you can move now” you were already so impatient. You just needed him now.

He wasted no more time talking and thrusted in you slow yet so deep at the same time.

He set his pace nice and steady until you adjusted to his size, which didn’t take long, given the fact that you were already so wet and needy to be filled up with his cock.

“Faster Seung, please. I need you” you dug your nails into the desk.

“Anything you want, precious” a moan escaped his lips as he sped up his thrusts, hips slapping against your ass with each one. He gathered a ball of saliva and spat it into his hand, using the slimy substance to lubricate your obscenely tight rim. After he spread it all over your hole, he stuck his thumb inside you, filling up both of your holes perfectly.

“Ah Seung,” you gasp out from the unfamiliar sensation.

“You like that, don't you? You like having me deep in both your pretty little holes?” He matched the rhythm of his thumb with his strokes steadily moving in and out of you at the perfect pace. “Say it,” he grunted.

“Yes- fuck seungie, it feels really good, so full” he was hitting all the right spots inside you. Somehow everything he did felt heavenly, and the pleasure only increased with each and every one of his skillful movements.

There was no way to describe how good he was feeling. He was lightheaded as his tip kissed your sweet spot repeatedly. He watched his cock stretch you out to the fullest your pussy lips looked so perfect as they stretched far and wide to accommodate his big cock. “You’re taking me so well, my princess.”

He could feel how tightly you clenched around his thumb and cock, letting him know you were getting close, and so was he. “Doll, I’m so close,” he warned you, followed by a shaky breath, and you felt his dick twitching inside you.

You were not far behind either as you reached your hand down to rub your clit in fast circles, making you clench down even tighter on his dick. “Seung, I’m cumming!” You rubbed your clit into overstimulation while he continued to fuck you from behind.

“Me too, princess, I’m gonna breed this perfect little pussy” just as the words left his mouth, you felt him releasing his load deep inside your convulsing hole. “Fuck, y/n,” he panted as his hips began to falter, and you could feel the strong pulsating of his cock as he was cumming.

You huffed out heavy breaths while you came down from your orgasm. He moved your hair from your face leaning down to capture your lips as he rutted his hips into you, riding out your highs together. He tangled his tongue with yours, getting lost in the heat of your mouth and pussy.

He finally stilled his movements hissing in over-sensitivity when he removed his heavy length from your hole, watching as his warm cum spilled out of you and onto the floor. “Fuck” he swallowed thickly before giving your ass a light spank. “Come here, doll” he sat in the desk chair, lifting you on his lap and setting you right on top of his dick “so far, so good?” He tapped your waist with his index finger making sure you were okay to continue.

You nodded weakly, too drained to respond.

“Let me do all the work. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise” he kissed your temple and lifted you up slightly while you wrapped your arms around his neck. After aligning his dick with your used hole, he lowered you on his length, bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly. “Yes, that’s it” he sighed in pleasure and tipped his head back slightly to take in the view in front of him with hooded eyes.

“Seungie,” you whined while looking into his eyes and biting on your bottom lip.

“Shh, doll, I know” he rested his forehead against yours, bouncing you on his cock harder, creating loud slapping noises as your sweaty bodies collided with one another.

“Is someone there?” You both jumped at a voice outside. It must have been one of the janitors coming in for their night shift.

“It’s okay” he slowed down and rubbed your back to comfort you. “just keep your voice down. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered and nodded your head.

“Yeah?” he smiled and pressed his lips to yours briefly before picking up the pace and bucking his hips up into you. “That’s my girl” he secured you tightly with his left arm holding you close while his right hand traveled down to your clit, rubbing you there softly.

You moaned quietly and collapsed onto his shoulder while his tip hit your spot perfectly.

Every stroke of his cock felt better than the last, and it was only a matter of time before you came yet again. “It feels so good” you buried your face in his neck, sucking and licking every inch you could reach.

He chuckled softly from the tickling sensation on his neck. “I know, baby. You feel so good.”

“I’m close, Seung.” you panted in his ear.

“Yeah?” He breathed out, feeling himself already losing his strength from going so hard on the previous round.

“Yes, so close” You used every last bit of energy to ride him at a pace that had you both cumming in mere seconds.

“Oh fuck” he whined in your ear lowly as his legs started to shake. “y/n, please, please, don’t fucking stop,” he whispered, feeling his second orgasm approaching rapidly as sweat beads trickle down his forehead.

His pleas for you to keep going only fueled you to give him your all as you clung tighter onto his shoulders for support to fuck him faster and deeper.

“Oh my fucking god,” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he looked between your bodies, watching the way your pussy sucked his cock in. His abdomen was covered in your slick and cum, which only turned him on ten times more. He loved it wet and messy. “You’re riding me so well,” he rubbed your clit just a little longer until the knot inside your stomach unraveled. “cum for my doll.”

“Fuck!” You yelped as your legs shook uncontrollably. So much for keeping quiet, but you were sure whoever was outside the door had left long ago.

You were clenching around his cock for the second time tonight. The convulsions of your cunt triggered his orgasm, and you felt his cock get even harder just seconds before he pumped his seed into you. His length throbbed with every squirt of warm cum he released inside you. “Y/n,” he groaned while tightening the grip on your hips.

You continued to clench around his girthy cock in your post-orgasmic state, persuading him to empty every last ounce of his hot cum until he filled you up to the brim.

“Seung,” you mewled from the over-sensitivity gripping the collar of his dress shirt as you tiredly rested your forehead on his shoulder.

“I got you, I got you” he held you close to his chest and pecked your forehead, calming you down from your intense high.

You could feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You both stayed in that position for a good while, trying to regain control of your breathing and energy. He stroked your head softly as his body still trembled under you slightly. “That was so much better than I could have ever imagined” he kissed your cheek softly.

“It really was” you drew random patterns on his chest and played with his tie, which he thought was so adorable.

He held you even closer to his body, resting his head on your shoulder with his dick still inside you. “Wanna get cleaned up now?” He asked in the most delicate voice you’ve ever heard from him.

You shook your head no. Being pressed against his wide chest and full of his cock was just too comforting for you to want to move. “You’re so warm” you nuzzled your face in his neck.

He let out an airy chuckle placing a kiss on your head, not caring about the fact that his pants were down around his ankles. “Whose the older one here?” He teased you. You were literally acting like a baby, which made his heart swell. You were just too cute.

“Seung,” you whined.

He could only laugh at you, too tired to tease you any longer.

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“Hey, doll,” heeseung whispered behind you, massaging your shoulders.

“Hi,” you reply with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

He moved your hair to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

You moved away from his touch, leaving him slightly puzzled for a second, but it soon clicked. “It’s okay. No one is even paying attention” Nevertheless, he still leaned back to give you some space. “Since we both enjoyed last night so much, I was thinking we could go on a date later, and you could spend the night at my place after,” he continued rubbing your shoulders, which felt amazing, by the way, but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“Not tonight,” you say, annoyed.

“Okay…. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Busy,” you type away on your computer, eyes never leaving the screen.

“This weekend, when we’re not so busy with work,” he suggested.

“Heeseung, please, not right now. You’re bothering me, okay?”

He finally removed his hands away from your shoulders. He knew how serious you could be when it came to working, but he still couldn’t help feeling dejected, especially after being so excited to see you today. “Okay,” he mumbled, going to his cubicle next to yours.

After he left, you sighed and rubbed your temples in frustration. Only an hour went by before you needed a coffee break.

“Feeling better?” Heeseung came up, standing way too close behind you.

You jumped slightly and spilled some of your coffee. “Heeseung, what’s your problem?” You snapped at him for no reason other than the fact you were upset with yourself because of last night.

“Sorry, y/n, It was an accident. I’ll clean it up, don’t worry” he grabbed a few napkins wiping the small mess that you made a big deal out of. “See? All better” he turned you around to face him trapping you by resting his arms on the counter behind you.

“All better,” you repeated, feeling shy from the proximity between you both. He leaned in for a kiss, but you turned your head in the opposite direction.

He lowered his head and clenched his jaw. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you reply quickly.

“If it’s nothing, then why have you been acting weird towards me all morning?”

You tapped the coffee mug in your hand, opting to use silence for an answer instead.

“Talk to me, love,” he spoke softly while cupping your cheeks and focusing on your eyes.

You removed his hands from your face and turned away from him.

“I just don’t get it. Everything was good last night when You took me home, and now you’re acting like you don’t even know me.”

“Seung, just leave it, okay? That was a one-time thing, and it was a mistake,” you reply agitatedly.

He looked at you, taken aback by your choice of words.

“Wow, this is the thanks I get after I completely devoured your ass,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood a little, but that didn't work.

“I’m serious. That will never happen again, so just forget it.”

He scoffed at your words. “So, what are you saying?

“That last night was a mistake, and it shouldn’t have ever happened, so just forget about it.”

“You can’t fucking be serious right now. How the fuck do you expect me to do that? You know I liked you since way back then, and I finally get a chance with you or what I thought was a chance, and now you just want to forget?”

“Seung, stop. We’re at work,” you said, simply ignoring him and his feelings.

“I don’t fucking care where the fuck we are” He stood up straight and locked eyes with you. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t feel anything when you were with me last night. Tell me it meant nothing to you.”

“I didn’t. It meant nothing to me” you held eye contact with him, trying your best not to crack under the pressure of his gaze.

He instantly looked away from your eyes to conceal the hurt expression that immediately took over his features as those words left your mouth. “But, y/n, I’m in lov-“

“Stop,” you cut him off before he could even finish.

You could have sworn you saw him tearing up a bit, and you felt so horrible. “Okay, fine, I’ll just forget about it then like it never even happened.” He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, grabbed the dirty tissues off the counter, and threw them in the trash bin on his way out of the break room.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, finally letting the reality of what just took place sink in.

But it was better this way. You just weren’t right for him. He deserved someone better, younger, and prettier than you, someone, who had a life outside of work, someone who could give him what you couldn’t.

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Unfortunately, The rest of the day, he didn’t look your way, he didn’t call you to take lunch together, he didn’t stay and work overtime with you, absolutely nothing.

You sighed, watching him shut off his desk lamp and pack up his belongings.

He didn’t even say bye.

As much as it hurt to be ignored by him, this was for the better.

He’d get over you sooner than later.

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Or maybe not.

The next few weeks were the same. The only time you talked was in a meeting, and even then, he still didn’t look at you.

You couldn’t help but think that he hated you and that your friendship was now in jeopardy.

You know what you did was shitty, but it wasn’t easy to just tell him you didn’t feel good enough, not only for him but for everything you did in life.

You graduated later than most people. It took you longer to grasp certain aspects of work, and while everyone, including him, was excelling, you always seemed to fall short.

That wasn’t the only thing either. Your parents consistently compared you and your siblings all the time. It felt like a race between who could graduate faster and who could have the highest-paying job. Unfortunately, you took all of that to heart. Ever since then, you felt like you’d never be enough, and you allowed yourself to drown in self-doubt.

Leaving you to become who you are today, a single workaholic hopeless romantic.

Now on the other side of the spectrum. heeseung didn’t hate you, not one bit. He knew you had your reasons cause the y/n he knew would have never done what you did. But that still didn’t make it hurt any less.

He was finding it rather difficult to act the same around you, especially when his thoughts were a complete raging mess one night you were having sex with him. And the morning after, you’re telling him it was a mistake, so he did what he thought was best and gave you space. He didn’t realize that he was actually ignoring you in the process, though.

He missed having lunch with you. He missed seeing you roll your chair back and peeking at him from behind your cubicle to tease him. He missed you driving him home and getting dinner after you both worked overtime together.

But he figured he might as well just see it as a thing of the past, and apparently, so was your guy’s friendship. It had been weeks since you last talked to him, let alone looked his way, and he couldn’t help but blame himself for the way things were going between the two of you. “Four years down the drain just like that if I had just set my feelings aside” he leaned against the break room counter with his coffee in hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a way to fix your guys friendship until he heard an unknown voice.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you, but I’ll be training here for a short period of time, and I wanted to introduce myself to everyone.”

“Oh! Hi, and it’s quite alright. You’re not disturbing me one bit” he extended his hand to shake hers. “Lee heeseung, and you are?”

She took his hand and shook it gently with a shy smile. “Yoo ji min”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, and it’s nice to see new faces every once in a while,” he smiled brightly.

You just had to come into the break room at the absolute worst time. You saw heeseung and the new trainee chatting away, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous at their interaction. “Hello,” you greeted them awkwardly.

Heeseung looked at you with puppy eyes muttering the tiniest little. “Hi,” it was so low you didn’t even hear it.

She gave you a small nod before proceeding with her conversation with heeseung. “So, maybe you could show me what you do sometime?”

You almost puked from her honey voice and the way she was sweet talking to him. “Sure! I could give you a couple of tips too. It’s never easy the first day. If you need anything, I’ll be on the 22nd floor, or just call my extension,” he chuckled lightly.

“I learn faster hands-on. I don’t mind taking a trip all the way up here just to see you,” she winked.

Now she was just being obvious, and heeseung knew it. He had noticed it ever since she first got there. It’s like she literally couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Her fake high-pitched voice almost gave him a headache, but he was just trying to do his job and be nice. “Yeah, umm, see you around” her direct flirting was making him more than a tad bit uncomfortable, so he got out of dodge sooner than later.

Thank god you didn’t have to listen to that any longer. One minute was more than enough.

When she introduced herself to you, it was literally hi and bye, but with heeseung, she had to use her fake voice and make unnecessary small talk with him. She was already getting on your last nerve, and it was only her first day.

That’s my man, you thought to yourself.

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Holy fuck were you about to go insane from her constant fake giggling every two seconds. She just had to bring her ugly (pretty) ass all the way to the 22nd floor just so she could pretend like she needed heeseung’s help with something.

And it didn’t help that he was laughing back, loudly too, like he was just having the time of his life. Which he probably was. How could he not when there was a girl his age, talented and beautiful, practically drooling all over him?

Little did you know his laugh was as real as hers, but he was attempting to make you jealous in hopes that maybe it would get you to talk to him again.

“Just whatever.” You mumbled and focused back on your work.

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Today was the same. She was all up inside his cubical like it was hers, just laughing and chatting away.

After another hour of them laughing and talking AND going on lunch together, you couldn’t take anymore.

You were so close to just walking the fuck out.

But since you’ve worked here, you always stayed one hour over so you couldn’t leave and muddy up your perfect record, especially after just being promoted not too long ago. “Heeseung, our shift is over. We should go get drinks and celebrate my last day here.”

Heeseung rubbed his nape. He wasn’t used to going home until you did, so the fact that his shift was up came as a surprise to him. “Umm, well, I usually stay an hour later,” he explained.

He was not trying to have it go this far. He was just using her to try to make you jealous (which was failing miserably, by the way, or so he thought). If he was being honest, she was annoying as hell and fake as fuck. Her perfume gave him a headache. It reminded him of his college days. Every girl he crossed paths with wore that same cheap-smelling perfume except you. Well, you might of, but when you were in college, he was just a wee baby, but the first day you met, he remembers the perfume you wore. It was one of the many things that attracted him to you in the first place. It smelled so sophisticated and professional, not like some young teenager begging for his attention. It made you stand out, and since that day, that has been his favorite smell.

He even went as far as to buy it from the mall on your birthday so he could smell it on you every day. He remembered the hug you gave him after opening it.

He missed your smell, your laugh, your smile, everything. He missed you, and it’s barely even been two months.

He only realized that he was spaced out when her nasty voice snapped him out of his precious thoughts about you.

“Heeseung?” She tapped his back to gain his attention.

He flinched from her unwelcome touch. “Huh?” He replied and shook his head slightly.

“Come on, just a few drinks” she tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but he leaned away from it, pretending he was turning his computer off.

“Uhh…”

“A few drinks aren’t gonna kill you” she rolled her eyes in annoyance when she saw him glancing over at your cubicle. It was obvious to anyone that heeseung liked you, and it didn’t take her long to catch on to that either. She couldn’t understand why he’d even bother looking your way when someone like her was present, and that did more than just trigger her inferiority complex.

“Okay, a few drinks won’t hurt. Just give me five more minutes, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore fuck staying an hour later. You couldn’t hear their conversation but just the thought of her being so close to him made you feel sick.

“See you then,” she whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine and not the good kind, not like the chills you gave to him.

Heeseung noticed you packing up earlier than usual, and he couldn’t help but say something. “You’re going home already. It’s barely past nine. You always stay late.”

“Not tonight,” you angrily shoved your stuff in your bag and headed out.

“Y/n, wait!” He gripped your wrist gently. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” you fake smiled at him before freeing yourself from his grip.

“Are you sure? This isn’t like you, so, I’m just kinda worried.” he rubbed his nape.

“Don’t you have someone downstairs to worry about?”

“W-what? No, Y/n!” Before he could even explain, you had already stormed off to the elevator, mashing on the buttons.

“Fuck!” you wiped the tears that formed in your eyes as the elevator took you to the first floor.

He ran downstairs as quickly as possible, trying to catch up to you, but it was no use. By the time he got down, you were far out of sight. He took a few seconds to catch his breath.

“There you are. I was waiting forever” she clung onto his arm, dragging him near the exit.

“Hey, uhh, about tonight, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna pass.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Is it cause that bitch that works next to you? I see you staring at her all the time. Even when I’m talking to you, you still only look at her!”

At this point, he wasn’t even surprised she’d say such things about you. Her attitude was off from the start anyways.

“Watch your fucking mouth, and she has a name. It’s y/n. Maybe if you weren’t being so pretentious around me, you might have noticed,” he scoffed.

“So, it is her? Really heeseung you can do so much better” she bit her lip seductively while grabbing his tie, but he quickly snatched it away cause you were the only woman he allowed to touch his tie.

“And where do you suggest I might find that? Cause, as of right now, better is nowhere in sight” he stared down at her with his jaw clenched.

“Let’s be honest here, shall we? Me and you both know she doesn’t even like you. I mean, she makes it obvious” his expression faltered at the truth of her words. “While you’re staring at her, she’s thinking of someone else” she placed her hands on his shoulders, inching dangerously close to his face. “And while you’re staring at her, I’m only thinking of you,” he could feel her warm breath against his skin.

Before she could go any further, he pushed her hands off of him and created a good distance. “Don’t”

“Tch fine, I only wanted you for your looks anyways. We would have made such a great pair. But you’re actually quite boring,” she giggled. “You can continue to waste time on a girl that doesn’t even notice your existence. It’s your loss” she flipped her hair on her way out of the building.

“I’ve never been more happy to lose,” he stated with a smirk and watched her leave with his hands in his pockets.

She turned around and had the nerve to look at him offended. “Asshole,” she put her middle finger in the air before finally leaving the building.

Heeseung thought of a million foul insults he could have thrown back at her, but she wasn’t even worth his breath.

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You woke up with a throbbing headache. You finished off the bottle of wine heeseung bought for you last night in an attempt to numb the pain in your heart. Still, every glass you poured just reminded you of that night, the night you wish you could go back in time and erase, not cause you didn’t enjoy it, you loved every second of it as a matter of fact, but if that night never happened you and heeseung would still be friends.

You groaned and did your normal routine, adding in a few painkillers with your breakfast.

At least you still looked somewhat presentable, but you already knew today was going to be a long one.

Your stomach churned at the idea of seeing him face to face after last night, but this was the only way to get over him and everything that’s happened.

You knew this was your fault, and you also knew that he would get over you, but it still hurt like hell to lose him.

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Somehow you were the last to be informed that the new girl had already completed her training and was transferred to a new building which didn’t bother you one bit. That news made your day just a little better.

You plopped down on your seat, yawning loudly while switching on your lamp and turning on your computer.

Heeseung was already behind you with a hot cup of coffee, setting it on your desk without any words.

He went to his cubical, cracked his knuckles rolled up his sleeves, and got right down to business as usual now that the bitch or new girl was finally gone, he couldn’t have been happier.

Now there would be nothing getting in the way of him mending your friendship, or so he thought.

It was your lunchtime, and heeseung was going to try and work his way back into your life slowly and, this time, leave out all the flirting and off-color comments that would make you uncomfortable if you didn’t want him like that. Then he was going to learn to accept it for the sake of a solid four-year relationship. His feelings weren’t more important than your guy’s friendship, and he knew that. “Hey y-” before he could finish, he got cut off by none other than sim jaeyun. He worked on the opposite end of the floor, and heeseung always caught him taking glances at you but never said anything to you about nor did you ever even notice him.

“Hey, y/n, I know it’s been some time, but congratulations on your promotion” the tips of his ears were burning bright red.

“Thank you” you couldn’t hide the fact that you were blushing. He was so cute. How come all the attractive guys are so much younger than me, you wondered.

You felt like a cougar or something.

“You’re w-welcome” his little stutter hit you hard. How is it possible for someone to be so adorable? he reminded you of heeseung on his first day.

Heeseung.

You sighed. After all this time, he’s still all you could think about.

Heeseung listened closely, feeling a very familiar emotion he got whenever you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

He was jealous.

Jealous that another man was talking to his gir- his friend.

“I uhh was thinking maybe if you’re not too busy, we could have lunch together?”

Please say no, please say no, heeseung prayed.

“Sure, what time?” You responded with a smile.

“Why y/n?” Heeseung mumbled and slumped in his chair, pouting slightly.

But he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while another man tried to have lunch with you. He was already your designated lunch partner.

“Actually, me and y/n were just about to go together, but you’re more than welcome to join us” heeseung stood up, towering over you and his other co-worker. “Right, y/n?” Heeseung turned his gaze to the younger, giving him a stern look.

“A-actually, I forgot I have a meeting today” the young boy quickly scurried away, feeling scared by heeseung’s intimidating presence. It didn’t take him long at all to get the message that something was going on between the two of you.

“We were?” You look at heeseung, completely confused and even more confused at his behavior today.

First coffee, and now he’s actually speaking to you and asking you on lunch, not to say you were complaining you missed this boy too much to even say no.

“I-if y-you want to” he literally shifted from foot to foot, fiddling with his hands, face completely flushed red.

Cute.

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You had a blast at lunch teasing him like usual his face was on fire because of you for the second time today. “You know you looked just like a baby earlier, and you stuttered like one too.”

“You really enjoy my pain, don’t you?” He glared at you.

He reached his fork over to your plate, taking the last bite of your food as revenge. “Are you fucking kidding me?

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding you?” he talked with his mouth still full of what would have been your last bite.

“That was the last bite,” you pouted.

“Well, come and get in then” he opened his mouth, showing you the last bits of your salad on his tongue.

“You’re in for it,” you warned.

“Oh? Am I?” He cocked his brow.

“Yes, you need to be punished.” You giggled.

“Have I been a bad boy? Is mommy gonna spank me?” he looked at you with puppy eyes touching his index fingers together, and burst out into laughter seconds later.

You tried to contain your smile but ultimately failed. “You’re so stupid!” you shoved his shoulder, and it felt just like old times. “Seung?” you muttered once the laughter had died down.

“Hmm?” He propped his elbows on the table, intrigued by what you had to say.

“Sorry for everything, you know, not talking to you and all that other stuff” you picked at your nails, looking down at the table in front of you.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” he said endearingly. “You fucking suck at apologizing,” he deadpanned.

“Seung, I’m serious. I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t get all heartfelt on me now.”

“Really, Seung, I feel bad, and I’m so sorry.”

He simply waved you off. “It’s alright. I’m a big boy. I can take rejection.”

“You didn’t act like it.”

“Fair, but that’s only cause you were avoiding me.” He stated.

“What?! You were the one avoiding me!” you pointed a finger in his face.

“No, I gave you space, and you avoided me” he pointed his finger right back at you.

“Space?! I never said I needed space!” You said, taken aback by what absurdity you were hearing.

“But you avoided me, so I assumed you wanted space, and I gave it to you!” His voice was at least two octaves higher than before as he fought against you.

“You just assumed I wanted space!?” Your tone was now matching with his.

“Yeah! You were acting all menopausal in your old age, so I assumed you wanted space” he shrugged.

You gasped and looked at him wide-eyed. “Excuse me!” You said, flabbergasted before revving up to defend yourself once again.

The rest of lunch was spent bickering about god knows what. But still, You both felt so much better after apologizing and talking things over, so maybe he was out of your league, and maybe he’d never stop loving you, and you’d never stop loving him, but for right now, you were both just happy to be friends again.

The End.

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bakubunny · 9 months

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you can’t get off during sex: how they respond

Katsuki || Eijiro

fem!reader

tags: smut, smut hcs, free use, sexual frustration, hurt/comfort, aged-up characters

Katsuki

refuses to let it go every time unless you explicitly ask to be done because he knows he can get you there… and you know he can too.

gets angry at the mere suggestion that you might be a burden, “really, it’s okay to stop, Kats,” and pulls you out of that mindset real fucking quick with a kiss that makes your head spin. he won’t allow it.

accepts that sometimes the frustration is too much, and holds you while you cry… before he tries again moments after you’ve calmed down and makes you see stars in five minutes flat.

indulges your interest in free use mostly because he loves the way you melt when he fucks you even if you don’t cum, but frequently likes to posit that, “i’m still fucking using you if i only want to see you cum. you’re too pretty not to watch, angel.”

he is determined to give you what you deserve (if that’s what you want) and will accept nothing less.

Katsuki grabs you by the face. “I don’t fucking care how long it takes. You are going to cum whether you say you can or not.”

“But-”

“But nothing. Do you still wanna cum?” he asks, fire in his eyes.

“Yeah…” you reply.

“And if I wanted to stop, do you really think I wouldn’t tell you?” he said.

“I mean….” Your eyes wander away from him as your voice trails off.

Katsuki’s grip around your face tightens and his voice lowers.

“Look at me. I wanna make you cum so hard you can’t fuckin’ think, and I’m not gonna stop until you do. Are we clear?”

Eijiro

so sweet and patient. he is determined to make you shake in his arms because it’s “the most un-manly thing ever” to leave his partner sad or unsatisfied.

talks you out of your frustration in the moment. he reminds you that your body is perfect, not broken. it hurts him to know you feel that way, so he tells you any chance he gets.

gets you to smile and laugh as a way of pulling you back into a headspace where he can love you into a shaky little mess… mostly because it turns him on so much to see you happy and hear your laughter.

will let it go if you’re sure you want to stop trying, but he always offers later, usually with success. “see, baby? you just needed a little extra love tonight, and you know i love to give it,” he says with a cheesy wink and a smile.

so. much. praise. especially once you finish. he treats you like you hung the sun in the sky just by existing, but the truth is that he’s your sunshine, and every minute spent with him is a reminder of that.

You feel yourself becoming frantic as you chase your release, your hand on your clit while he fingers you, and a dissatisfied whimper slips out.

“Hey hey hey, slow down baby. What’s wrong? Are you getting frustrated?” Eijiro asks as he cups your face in his free hand.

His thrust softens and slows to a stop, his fingers still inside you. You nod as tears prick your eyes at his gentleness.

“Aww, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re doing so well, princess. I’ll get you there, I promise,” he says with a smile before giving you a tender kiss.

“But it’s taking so long, it’s got to be frustrating. How are you not tired?” you say foolishly, knowing the truth but feeling overwhelmed as tears stain your cheeks.

Eijiro looks at you like you’ve grown another head for a split second, and it brings a smile to your lips.

“Baby. I’m a pro hero. Your pro hero. Is this tiring for me?” he asks.

His smile makes you laugh a little at your assumptions. He wipes your tears away.

“Noo…” you reply sheepishly.

“Okay then. I want to make you feel so fucking good. I want you to cum for me. Will you let me love you the way you deserve to be loved?” he says.

You pull him in for a long kiss, and Eijiro slowly starts pumping his fingers into you again, making you whimper. He breaks the kiss for a moment.

“Hmm? I wanna hear it from your pretty lips, princess,” he says softly.

“Yes, Eijiro,” you whisper. “Please don’t stop.”

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elijahslittleprincess · 9 months

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Baby i cant swim!!

Summary : The original family decide to spend a relaxed day in their backyard around the pool. Unfortunately for you however, you forgot to mention you didn't knew how to swim.

Today, differently that their usual movemented and kaotic lifestyle, the mikaelson had opted for a more relaxing evening in their backyard. It was sunny and pretty hot outside so the pool had seemed like a pretty good idea for all of them.

Well, all of them you none included.

The pool was the last place on earth that you wanted to be at. Water was terrifying for you, lakes, pool or beaches were your worst nightmare as a child. You hated how unpredictable it could be and how dangerous it was for someone that never got to learn how to swim like you.

Their was just no way In your right mind that you would accept to go.

Well that's what you thought before Elijah came up to you and literally pleaded for your presence...God he was just such a good negotiator and well, you just couldn't refuse him anything.

Y/n darling, please do an effort for me my love, it's going to be the first time in ages that Rebecca and Niklaus won't be causing any trouble. Just a peacefull and relaxing evening with the family. You don't even need to go for a swim if you don't want to, you can stay in my arms and take a bit of sun. Its going to be fun I promise.

Elijah said with his sweet and terribly attractive accent that you love so much. He was standing in front of you, his arms circled around your waist securely and a dashing smile on his lips.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of him and how unbelievably perfect he was and just let your head fall on his chest with a groan.

I hate you...

You whispered soundlessly before sighing and laying a gentle kiss on his neck. You both knew those words were a lie. You, in fact, loved Elijah way too much for your own good and that's why you felt exasperated of yourself sometimes.

Your boyfriend let out a gentle Lough as you spoke and groan, he really couldn't believe how adorable you really was sometime. As he kept smiling, the original took your chin between his fingers and brought your eyes back to his. Then, with all the sweetness in the world he kissed your lips and caressed your cheek.

Now darling we both know this is a lie hum.

He said smugly into your ear as his lips moved to your neck to kiss and bite on it.

A little moan escape your mouth when he did indeed bite you gently and a blush spread all over your face when his eyes met yours again.

Mh, be a good girl now and go get changed darling, I don't want to let Rebecca and Klaus alone for to long, you know how childish they can get sometimes.

You couldn't find it in you to argue with him at the moment. Your mind was all fuzzy and you felt like an innocent little girl when he spoke to you like this. Therefore, you just nod and left Elijah to wait for you on the bed, while you went to get your bikini on.

While you changed, you tried to keep thinking about being in Elijah's arms in security, away from the scary water. It felt a bit reassuring to be honest, to know he would stay with you all along and keep you safe. None the less, their still was a side of you that was scared and uncertain about all of this. What if something happened and you ended up in the pool...

No, you just had to keep your mind away from those thoughts. So with those ideas pushed away from your immediate concerns, you finished getting dressed in your cute black bikini. Then, when finally ready, you got back to Elijah's side with a cute smile on.

I'm ready Lijah, let's go.

You said with your soft innocent voice before taking his hand in your and blushing a bit at his gaze traveling all over your curves.

You look so damn beautiful my love...

Elijah whispers while laying a kiss to your cheek and smiling lovingly.

Thank you Eli.

You replied before the both of you headed outside in the huge mansion backyard.

As you finally arrived close to the pool, you saw Rebecca and Klaus water splashing each other in the it. An amused smirk crept on your features at it, god they were such children really. It was adorable thought, you couldn't say otherwise.

More and more that you got closer to the water, the further you pushed yourself against Elijah. Your breathing got a bit shaky and your eyes showed a bit of fear as it goes. You never told your boyfriend about your fear frankly. He just thought you didn't liked pools or else, Elijah never really questioned it.

So the original just didn't realised your reaction to it. Beside, his attention gor captured by Niklaus voice speaking up to the both of you.

Oh look at that Rebecca, our two lovebirds finally decided to grant us the pleasure of their presence.

Niklaus said with his cocky like voice and expression before he chuckled amused.

Rebecca on her side smiled brightly, seemingly quite happy to finally see yourself and Elijah. Then, she spoke up to.

Well, it was about time, I thought you guys would never come.

You were to concentrated in staying the closest you could to Elijah to even war what she had to say. Luckily for you thought, Elijah was there to speak.

Sorry dear sister, y/n took quite a lot of convincing to come out but here we are now.

Elijah finished to say before looking at your feature. He frowned when he saw your expression, now realizing that you seemed scared.

Darling are you alright?

He asked worried before delicately kissing your cheek and playing with your hair in a calming manner.

You took a long breath then, feeling nervous before meeting his gaze and nodding warmly.

I hum, yes...yes I'm fine love, can we... can we just go sit on the chair Lijah? You asked weakly while pointing at the lounge chair situated not so far away from were you both stood.

Your boyfriend that still looked quite worried, just shook his head gently before humming in unbelief. Then, swiftly Elijah lift you up into his arms like a little girl and walked you both to where you wanted to be.

You hugged your body to his the second he picked you up, looping your arms around his neck securely.

After that, you placed your head on his shoulder to breath him in just in time for Elijah to gently sit you both down on the chair.

There sweetheart, you feeling better?

Elijah's loving and caring voice demand to you as he continued to play with your hair delicately.

Your back was facing the pool while you sat in Elijah's lap. It was making thing much easier for you to feel safer and forget their was actually a reason to be scared. You looked into his eyes and nod reassuringly to him, then you kissed his lips. It was a quick peck but it felt good and loving none the less.

After you parted from one another, you smiled at your man and just let your head fall back on his chest. It felt right and calming surprisingly considering where you were. Soon enough, you found yourself completely at ease and relaxed.

Until...well until you felt someone rapidly grabbing you away from Elijah's arms.

You panicked and your mind went blanc the second you felt a wet body against your back.

You heard Elijah's serious and hard voice calling Niklaus name, asking him to put you down but it was already to late. You struggled a bit and tried to tell him you couldn't swim but before you could finish your sentences, the hybrid trow you into the pool. Niklaus only did it for fun, not knowing you actually couldn't swim but soon he saw you struggling to stay out of the water and his eyes opened wide.

Oh fuck she can't swim.

To be honest, you didn't really keep track of what was happening around since you just tried with all your might to keep your head out of the water.

By chance, you didn't had to wait for rescue very long since Elijah jumped after you the very second he saw you didn't knew how to swim. His strong arms wrapped themself around you as he reached your side, making sure to keep your head out of the water. Has fast that he could manage, your vampire dragged you out of the pool then proceeded to lay you down on the ground safely. His perfect body towered over yours, looking at you to make sure you were fine and that their wasn't any apparent injury on your body. His feature showed worry and a bit of panic that you felt responsible for.

Angel are you ok?!

The first thing you did as you finally reach land was to caugh up all the water you had in your throat that was keeping you from breathing properly.

Then, when you finally got it out, you took many rushed breath and tried to get your body back to its normal beat. You struggled to do so at first but after a little while you manage to get it under control. Your eyes found Elijah's a little after coming back to your senses, finally able to concentrate on something else that your survival. That's when you took in his appearance on top of you. He was completely drenched, his dark brown hair were undone by the water and his perfectly cut suit was soaking wet. He had jumped in to save you, not caring at all about anything else. Your knight in shining armor you thought.

I'm ok Lijah...it's fine I'm not hurt. You got me out just in time luckily.

You ushered to him with a weak and soft voice before delicately reaching up to cup his cheek with your hand.

Elijah reached toward your touch and let a shaky breath out of his lips as your fingers caressed his skin. You knew he was very mad at Niklaus right now because he endangered you and came really close to killing you. He was so protective of you and even if you were yourself quite mad at the hybrid. Only a look in his direction was telling you he was regretting his actions quite badly.

I'm so sorry y/n I didn't know you couldn't swim...it was just for fun, I would have never done that if I knew. Klaus said with an apologetic voice and an expression of pure regret on his feature. Your eyes found his and you nod before turning your gaze back to Elijah. You continued to caress his cheek before you brought your face closer to his and kissed his cheek.

Elijah darling It's ok, he wasn't even aware that I couldn't swim and he didn't wanted to cause me pain in the first place. I'm fine right here in yours arms. Let's just head inside ok, we need to get change.

Elijah's eyes were so dark as you spoke to him. He was so mad and he wanted to make Klaus regret his gesture. Nonetheless, you didn't wanted to cause more problem after what happen. Their was no need for the two brother to get mad at each other. It would only cause more injury and problems. Therefore, you felt quite relieved when you saw Elijah getting calmer after your words. Your original seemed to be a bit more appeased now that you told him you were fine. He just needed to be with you alone now, to take care of his princess and keep her safe in his arms. So with that in mind, Elijah picked you up in his arms before walking straight to the house without an other look at his siblings.

With his vampire speed, Elijah got you both quickly in your shared bedroom. When you stood in it, your vampire gently sat you down on the bed before vamping away from you again to get towels and dry cloths. It took seconds before he was back in front of you and started untying your bikini top from your body. Your respiration accelerated as the tissue fell on the floor, leaving you topless in front of him. Your cheeks redden and your eyes followed his hand as he carried on with his task, delicately withdrawing your bikini bottom from you seconds later. Now that you stood completely naked and pretty in front of him, Elijah's brown eyes shined when looking at you. His strong hand that felt rough yet quite good against your skin, sent shivers along your spine and made your body tremble slightly. Your eyes met Elijah's then, he had an handsome smirk on his lips and a desire lurking on his feature. The only sight of it causing a cute whimper to leave your lips followed by his name said in a muffle plea.

Elijah's eyes came back up to yours when he heard you, feeling the desire pouring out of your voice. His expression was soft and sweet as he look at you, the love he was feeling practically overflowing. You just looked so adorable in front of him with droplet of water cascading down your body like paint on a virgin canvas. It was nearly to much for him to handle...nearly.

Shhh...it's ok baby girl, daddy is just going to dry you up before getting you dressed and comfy ok.

Elijah said with a warm voice before he kissed your forehead and grabbed the towel aside of himself.

You didn't say a single words of objection to what he just asserted to you after speaking. You felt quite content just with your daddy's attention directed on you. His hand with the towel now In possession, started to dry you out, beginning by your shoulders, your chest and belly. Elijah then continued his path to finally come to an end at your pretty feat. When he was done, your vampire smiled brightly at you and softly caressed your cheek with his hand.

There sweetheart, better isn't it?

You bite your lips at how handsome and perfect he was there in front of you before nodding cutely as an answer. After doing so, your eyes met Elijah's with a bit of playfulness in them. An idea crossed your mind and in a swift movement, you got away from your man and hurried to get under the bed huge covers.

Elijah barely had the time to understand what happened before he saw you move and hide. A smile crept on his lips then and he chuckled at how childish you were acting. God, you were just so precious he thought as he gently started to unbutton his suit. It was rather uncomfortable when soaking with water and since you wanted to play like this, he figure he'd better get comfy too. Consequently to this, Elijah hurriedly finished undressing himself before parching his body out with the towel. Thereafter finishing this task, your original vampire made his way to his dresser and put on some new boxers and a T-shirt.

Now that he was ready, Elijah got back to your side and gently slipped under the covers with you.

At first, you got a bit startled since you didn't anticipate his body to come against yours so suddenly. Yet, as you felt Elijah's lips kissing the nape of your neck, an happy sight left your lips and your body rapidly relaxed against his.

You gently let your head fall on his chest as you closed your eyes. The day has been exceptionally hard on you and now that you were in Elijah's arms securely, you just felt good.

Daddy...I'm sorry for not telling you I couldn't swim. It was my fault.

You said to him with a soft and weak voice as you tried to get even closer to him. Elijah that on his side was just trying to enjoy being with you, stayed speechless at your words. For him, there was simply no way that you caused what happen. It was exclusively Niklaus's fault for throwing you into the water. With one of his hands, Elijah started doing sweet patterns on your back as he breath you in. His lips on their side manage to go find yours and he sweetly kissed your thoughts away. It felt like seconds for you because all you wanted was never to stop. Yet, it lasted way longer. Long enough, to create a need in you for air as you parted.

My perfect princess, I don't want to hear any blame directed toward you. Klaus is the only one that deserves to receive those and you shouldn't even think about what happened anymore. I could have lost you, never again. You are way too precious for me to lose.

Elijah finished saying with a voice that was dripping with love and affection for you. His grip around your waist tightens after that, resenting the strong need to have you as close to him as possible.

You didn't say a word after those he said. It was just you and him in a comfortable silence that was gradually shooting you to sleep. Your body was starting to feel heavier and your eye to close by themselves. That, no matter how much you desired to look at Elijah forever. After a little bit, you just ceased to resist the pull of slumber, and whispered three sweet little words into Elijah's chest before falling asleep.

Good night daddy~

Good night my sweet little angel, you are safe now, ill protect you from the world...i promise.

Elijah said in a whisper, more for him than for you to hear. He gently laid a kiss on her cheek before finally letting go and falling asleep with his little girl.

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