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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 10 months

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Day 6- To Spoon Feed You Comfort

We're almost to the end! Okay, so this was the redemption choice and I'm so glad it made the cut. I've been thinking about this fic for about half a year at this point, and I'm absolutely in love with the banter (both future and current) between Bilbo and Thorin. 🥰

To Spoon Feed You Comfort

Rating: T

Warning(s): N/A

Ship: Bagginshield

Words: 3165

Summary: Accidental Marriage AU; Marriage in the Shire is a relatively easy process. All you have to do is get your intended to eat from your hand crafted Love Spoon, and return the gesture. Bilbo was already displeased by his unexpected house guests but when the newest arrival used his Love Spoon to eat from…well none could blame the hobbit for fainting if they knew the circumstances.

Bilbo was at his wits’ end with these loud, pushy, rude, arrogant, ill-mannered, disgusting dwarves. He couldn’t even imagine what Gandalf’s thought process was. Even if Bilbo had been considering his offer, which he hadn’t, staring into his empty larder, his own stomach grumbling, adventure was the absolute last thing on his mind! How quickly he can get the trespassing interlopers out of his dining room and back on the road being closer to the truth. His heart might actually give out if one more dish is tossed through the air, no matter how impressed he was to find the pile of clean dishes at the end of their teeth-grating song. However, before any more protests could leave his mouth, three sharp knocks rounded on his door.

Thorin Oakenshield, the last dwarf to appear, was different. Bilbo could tell that within the first second with the way the jovial atmosphere fell into respectful anticipation. Thorin was commanding, he was valued, and even if he were incredibly rude as well, he was the only dwarf to actually pay attention to Bilbo. In fact, the hobbit somehow found himself disappointed when he seemed to fail the dwarf’s initial evaluation. What was it about the tall, raven-haired dwarf that demanded such validation upon a first meeting? In any case, Bilbo was probably the most forthcoming with that last bowl of stew he had squirreled away for himself than he had been all evening. And Thorin barely acknowledged the act. Just raised an eyebrow and asked:

“And can I get a spoon or do you expect me to slurp it down?”

Based on the little Bilbo had observed about dwarven table manners, the latter had definitely been his assumption. Clearly, another point to separate Thorin from the rest.

“I seem to be out of spoons. But just a moment! It shouldn’t take me long to hunt down my great-gram’s good silver and…”

“Here’s a spoon! Use this Thorin.”

Bilbo could only gape as his Love Spoon which had been locked in his china cabinet went sailing across the room to end up in Thorin’s hand. The dwarf with the hair in three different points seemed completely unapologetic at Bilbo’s betrayed and incredulous look.

“NO! WAIT! YOU CAN’T…!”

Bilbo watched as his Love Spoon touched Thorin’s lips before the dwarf pulled it away to give him an annoyed look.

“Yes, Master Baggins?”

Bilbo couldn’t respond. He was stunned. No, it was more than that. He was floored! He was flabbergasted. He was…married. By Yavanna’s Green Gardens, he was MARRIED!

“Master Hobbit? You’re looking a little grey, lad.” One of the other dwarves observed.

Bilbo couldn’t even respond. His head felt too light, his body too heavy, and his vision too dark. He was barely aware of the sensation of falling, before his world went blessedly dark.

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Each of the Free Peoples of Middle Earth had their own point of pride. For the elves, it was their arts and respect of the land. For dwarves, it was their beards and their battle prowess. For men, it was their ingenuity and courage. And for hobbits, it was food. Now one might say, look at these silly little creatures who value that which should just be a necessity, but it was no small task to create seven individual meals each day and make each one just as tasty as the last. Culinary was an art to the hobbits, from the growing of the produce to the care of livestock to having all the proper tools in your kitchen. So yes, hobbits could be quite vain when it came to recipes and preparation. Therefore, it shouldn’t be too surprising that their courting customs also revolved around food.

When they reach their majority, every hobbit is encouraged to carve or forge a spoon that would be their Love Spoon. It’s a very sacred process as no talking can be done during the crafting of the spoon. All of their energy must be concentrated on pouring their hopes and dreams for the future into their spoon. Reflecting especially on what type of spouse would compliment them most, what type of marriage they hope to have, and what vows they would make to honor and cherish them. The symbols etched into their spoon would showcase all of this so that way when their future spouse used it for the first time, they knew exactly what they were getting out of this marriage.

And that’s it. Once someone has taken a bite from a dish prepared by the spoon’s owner, they are married in the eyes of the Shire. The act is reciprocated, and the lucky couple move in together in marital bliss. When Bilbo crafted his spoon, he wanted only the best for his future spouse. He slaved away in the hot forge every summer with the old dwarf, Ushmik, who rented it out during the warm months, trying to learn the art of silversmithing. He threw away spoon after spoon until finally settling on a design he liked. Camellia (longing for you), holly (domestic happiness), and jasmine (desire for adventure).

Bilbo had felt so proud of his spoon, feeling like he had pulled all of his favorite qualities from his parents’ marriage. However, every suitor who got a glimpse was immediately turned off by the jasmine. All except for Rafe Brandybuck, but that didn’t work out for a multitude of other reasons. So Bilbo resigned himself as the bachelor of the Hill, especially after his parents’ death. His Love Spoon was taken out once a week for a quick polish, but otherwise it was left to a life of sitting on a shelf. Never to meet the lips of another. And now Bilbo had a dwarven husband.

“I’ll be alright, Gandalf. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.” Bilbo requested as he slowly sipped from the cup that was offered to him by the silver haired dwarf who had made himself quite comfortable with Bilbo’s tea selections.

“You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long, Bilbo Baggins.” Gandalf snapped, jerking Bilbo’s attention up at him. “Tell me, when did doilies and your mother’s china become so important? I remember a young hobbit who would want nothing more than to know what was outside his door.”

That’s when it occurred to him. Gandalf didn’t know what had just happened. Bilbo gave a mirthless chuckle before spelling it out for the high and mighty wizard.

“He ate. From my Love Spoon.”

Gandalf’s eyebrows shot up as Bilbo snorted into his cup.

“Thorin did?” Gandalf clarified.

“Yes.”

There was a moment of silence between the two before Gandalf continued, much more gently.

“Bilbo…dwarves won’t know the significance of what just occurred. We can just pretend…”

“I’ll know, Gandalf.” Bilbo interrupted sharply. “I will know my Spoon touched the lips of another. How could I ever begin a marriage with such deception? How could you ask that of me?”

Gandalf heaved a sigh before softly settling himself on the neighboring armchair. His hand lightly patted Bilbo’s arm.

“I’m sorry, Bilbo.”

Tears welled up in the hobbit’s eyes even as he smiled up at the older being.

“Can I tell you…I’m actually relieved?” Bilbo barked out a wet laugh. “That Bracegirdle lass has been trying to steal it for the last couple of months. Wants the status of being married to a Baggins. Doesn’t matter to her if she can’t fulfill the vows or not. But I don’t have to worry about that any more, because even though I’m still in a loveless marriage…Thorin will be gone soon. I’ll still get to live the remainder of my life…as I have been.”

A sob tore its way from his throat and he quickly tried to cover his face. How undignified to be crying in front of a near stranger over a future he didn’t even want anymore. Wordlessly, Gandalf handed Bilbo a handkerchief and Bilbo thanked him as he worked to dry his face.

“Bilbo…I wish circumstances were different. But you don’t have to write your marriage away so quickly. Join Thorin’s quest, help him take back his homeland, get to know him along the way. I think he’ll surprise you, perhaps as much as you’ll surprise yourself.”

“Take back his homeland…from what?” Bilbo sniffed.

The wizard remained silent making Bilbo immediately suspicious as he glared up at the taller being through bloodshot eyes.

“From what, Gandalf?”

“Oh…just a dragon.”

“WHAT?!” Bilbo jumped to his feet, the handkerchief floating down to the ground, forgotten with Bilbo’s sadness at the moment.

“Is my new husband the craziest dwarf to exist?!” Bilbo demanded.

“It was my idea Bilbo…” Gandalf tried to interrupt.

“Then he’s the type of person to listen to wizards’ crazy ideas! Even better!”

“I think if you would just hear him out…”

“And just what is to be my role in this journey, Gandalf? The Company’s cook, the voice of reason?”

“The Burglar.” Gandalf sighed with obvious annoyance.

“The BURGLAR! I don’t know what stories you’re spreading about me, Gandalf, but let it be said I’ve never stolen a thing in my life! Perhaps some sticky fingers as a faunt, but really. And from under the nose of a dragon, no less. Well, you’ve convinced me. This is absolutely, without a doubt, the most INSANE…”

“DO NOT MAKE ASSUMPTIONS YET, BILBO BAGGINS!” Gandalf roared.

Shadows crept up from behind the wizard along Bilbo’s walls, cowing the small hobbit rather quickly indeed. Just as quickly as they had come though, they were gone, and Gandalf’s warm, albeit slightly apologetic, demeanor returned.

“Talk to Thorin. Ask him about the quest. Tell him about your spoon. Then decide if it’s worth it or not.”

Bilbo nodded enthusiastically even if he was quite sure as to what his answer would still be. At least it would get the crazy wizard off his back. Bilbo turned and walked straight back to his dining room, only to discover the dwarves were no longer there. Thorin’s bowl still remained though, along with Bilbo’s Love Spoon. The hobbit felt himself drawn to touch it. Almost as if it would feel different now that it had fulfilled its purpose. However, he drew his hand back at the last moment. What an absurd notion.

No, he was quite certain once his dwarven nightmare was over, he would wash and dry and place the spoon back in its usual spot amongst his china. His life would change very little except he knew in his heart he would catch himself wondering after his wayward husband; whether the dwarf reached his destination or not. He briefly entertained the idea of maybe writing Thorin before he remembered what awaited the dwarves at the end of their journey. Grim as it may be, there was a very decent chance Bilbo would be a widow in just a few short…months? Years? Just how far was this homeland anyways?

Bilbo heaved a large sigh, running his fingers through his hair. It had certainly been a long evening. Deciding to focus on just finding his guests and making sure they weren’t destroying his map collection or something next, Bilbo was about to head down the hall when he heard something that stopped him in his tracks. Music coming from his sitting room, and it was the most tragically beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

Tiptoeing on silent feet, he crept closer pressing his back against the wall next to the entry way as he poked his head around the corner. Yavanna have mercy, it was Bilbo’s new husband who’s gruff voice seemed to be penetrating his very soul. Bilbo ducked back out as he slid down the wall, plopping himself right there on the floor. Never had he heard such a sad tale and sung with such fervor. If Bilbo closed his eyes, it was like he was there. Feeling the heat upon his face, smelling the pines, hearing the ‘clink’ of tools against precious metals. So lost in the experience, Bilbo hadn’t even realized it was finished until he heard his name.

“Master Baggins? What are you doing?”

Bilbo’s eyes shot open as he looked up to see Thorin staring down at him with a raised brow. Bilbo quickly jumped to his feet, brushing his hands down his front if only to distract from his bright red cheeks.

“I was hoping to have a word with you actually, if you don’t mind.” Bilbo noticed the bald dwarf and the white haired one coming up behind him. “Privately, if I may.”

Thorin looked over his shoulder in time for the bald dwarf to scowl and shake his head. The white haired dwarf looked appraising before nodding in agreement.

“Very well.” Thorin decided, leading Bilbo down his own hallways.

Bilbo nearly had to jog to keep up wondering if the older dwarf was Thorin’s father or something based on the appraising look he had received. Once Thorin deemed they were far enough away, he spun around to face Bilbo.

“Speak.” He ordered.

Bilbo screwed up his face trying to keep from focusing on the rudeness that seems to be this dwarf’s default language.

“I feel, we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.” Bilbo began only to be interrupted by Thorin’s snort of amusement.

“Is that all it was?” The dwarf demanded, his arms crossed performing a similar circle of Bilbo as he did in Bilbo’s entryway.

“Well, I…it’s not as if I were expecting company!” Bilbo spluttered.

“No, I imagine you didn’t. You probably don’t expect much beyond the safety of your Shire norms.”

“And just what are you implying, Master Thorin?” Bilbo demanded, squaring up to the taller being as much as he could.

“I know you.” Thorin dropped his voice.

Bilbo’s heart leapt forward at the implication of such a simple phrase. And he’s found him lacking. Everyone finds him lacking. Thorin leaned in closer, and Bilbo just knew he had to see the fear dancing over his face, because his smirk slipped just slightly and his eyes narrowed.

He continued his thought though in that low, deep drawl of his. “I had you pegged five seconds into our meeting.”

Bilbo swallowed around the tight lump forming in his throat.

“Please, enlighten me.” Bilbo challenged.

Thorin held eye contact for a long moment, before his shoulders squared back, as if in effort to pull himself up taller. Bilbo refused to be cowed though, which seemed to be noticed by the twitch in Thorin’s eyebrow and the quirk of his lips.

“You have the biggest burrow in the town. I noticed as I passed by…twice, thinking it had to be an inn or a palace.”

Bilbo opened his mouth to interrupt, but Thorin continued.

“So you are a hobbit lord which means you probably have too much time and too much money on your hands. You are polite, kind-hearted, considering you haven’t thrown us out yet, but you don’t go out of your way to help people if tonight has been any indicator. You thirst for adventure, as noted by the sheer volume of maps on your walls, but you fear danger. Because why else would you still be here?

And that’s what can’t be overlooked. I can handle spoiled, pompous, inexperience, but your fear would doom us. All I’ve asked of my kin is loyalty, honor, and a willing heart. I can afford to accept no less from you. And if that is something you can’t give, stay here.”

Bilbo swallowed and swallowed again after Thorin had finished, his eyes having fallen to his toes long before Thorin had finished. It was perhaps the third time that he tried to speak that he realized he absolutely hated how close to the truth Thorin actually managed to land. The only part Bilbo felt he could argue was he wasn’t kind-hearted. He hasn’t felt anything but cold and numb in that cavity for a very long time.

“Y-You’re…”

“Wrong?” Thorin mocked.

Bilbo winced. He thought it was an unnoticeable thing until Thorin snorted.

“As I thought.”

Slowly, a little flame he didn’t know he had anymore began to take life inside him. His chin lifted until he was able to meet Thorin’s gaze directly.

“You are though.” He admitted softly, his voice gaining volume as his confidence grew. “Yes, you are. Because you think you have people figured out the moment you walk in a room. Well people have the capacity for change! Not that you seem to be keen on allowing it. I’ve had one evening and half a song to summarize just what you came here asking for my help with in the first place! You say you know me, but you’ve only guessed at a fraction of who I am. And it’s okay that you don’t believe it yet. I just know I want to be there when you realize it for the first time. That even a little hobbit from the Shire is capable of rising above his shortcomings and taking on a dragon.”

Thorin’s brows pinched together, and Bilbo took it as a victory as he watched his eyes swim in surprise and perhaps a small amount of admiration. It was a heady feeling that Bilbo figured most didn’t get to experience from Thorin Oakenshield. So he drank in every last drop until he was drowning under that gaze. A small shout from down the hall broke the spell, and Bilbo was able to avert his eyes feeling a little foolish at staring for so long. He was certain to have made his guest quite uncomfortable which was not very becoming, no matter how rude said guest may be.

“In any case,” Bilbo cleared his throat, his attention most decidedly staying clear of the dwarf before him. “I’m sure you will want to get some rest. You have an early morning after all. I do hope you and your Company have a pleasant evening, Master Thorin.”

“Wait!” Thorin’s arm reached out and snared Bilbo’s own before he could completely turn away.

Bilbo blinked up at him in alarm, and the dwarf released his grip.

“So…will you come?”

Bilbo’s jaw dropped. “I…”

He couldn’t be serious! Did he not just spell out all the ways Bilbo would be an imposition? Bilbo huffed a sigh, feeling suddenly and inexplicably weary.

“Why don’t you ask me again in the morning when I have a fresher perspective?”

Thorin hesitated before giving him a sharp nod.

“As you say, Master Baggins.”

Bilbo watched him all the way down the hall. It didn’t occur to him until Thorin was out of sight completely that he never quite managed to follow Gandalf’s suggestions. They barely touched the quest, and Bilbo didn’t tell him about their predicament. But perhaps that was something Thorin had managed to get wrong about him. Bilbo wasn’t kind. Because this selfish need to hold on to Thorin a bit longer, hold on to the idea of finally having a spouse, wasn’t a kindness. To Thorin…or himself.

#birthday plot bunnies #the hobbit #bagginshield #accidental marriage au #redemption winner

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yxami · 7 months

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**Title: Gojo and Peter's Crazy Love Story**

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Chapter 1: Meeting Each Other

One day, Gojo Satoru, the cool guy with magic powers, found himself in a funny town called Quahog. He met Peter Griffin, a big, jolly guy with a big laugh.

Chapter 2: Lots of Laughing

Peter's laugh was loud and funny, just like Gojo's sense of humor. Even though they were from different worlds, they felt a strange connection.

Chapter 3: Beers and Friends

"Hey, buddy!" Peter said, offering a hand. "Let's grab a beer!"

Gojo thought, why not? They went from one bar to another, sharing all kinds of crazy stories.

Chapter 4: A Night to Remember

They laughed a lot and started to really like each other. Gojo liked how Peter was goofy but really cared about his family. Peter liked how Gojo was confident and fun.

Chapter 5: Crazy Adventures

They did wild things together. They flew on a magic carpet, had a funny fight with a giant chicken, and even danced with some silly demons.

Chapter 6: Love in the Chaos

Even though things didn't make sense, they didn't care. They loved the craziness.

Chapter 7: Happily Ever After

Gojo and Peter, the magic guy and the big jolly guy, fell in love. Their story was wild and unexpected, but it was their own special adventure.

---

**Title: Gojo and Peter's Crazy Love Story - Part 2: Falling in Love**

---

Chapter 8: Sweet Moments

As days passed, Gojo and Peter found themselves drawn to each other more and more. They shared sweet moments, like holding hands on walks and laughing together over silly jokes.

Chapter 9: Discovering Similarities

Surprisingly, they discovered they had a lot in common. They both loved spicy food and had a weakness for cheesy action movies. It was like they were two pieces of a goofy puzzle that just fit.

Chapter 10: Crazy Dates

Their dates were never ordinary. They went on wild adventures, like taking a ride on a rollercoaster that made them both scream like kids.

Chapter 11: Facing Challenges Together

Life wasn't always easy, but they faced challenges as a team. Whether it was a misadventure in the grocery store or a surprise visit from an unexpected guest, they handled it all with laughter and love.

Chapter 12: Saying "I Love You"

One day, under a sky full of stars, Gojo looked into Peter's eyes and said those three magic words. "I love you," he said, his heart pounding with happiness.

Chapter 13: Peter's Big Announcement

Excited and nervous, Peter gathered his family and announced his love for Gojo. They were surprised at first, but soon saw the happiness in Peter's eyes and gave their blessing.

Chapter 14: A Crazy, Happy Ending

Their love story was crazy, unexpected, and utterly perfect. Gojo and Peter, the magic guy and the big jolly guy, built a life filled with laughter, love, and a whole lot of craziness.

---

**Title: Gojo and Peter's Crazy Love Story - Part 3: Building a Family**

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Chapter 15: A New Chapter Begins

As the years passed, Gojo and Peter's love only grew stronger. They decided it was time to start a new chapter in their crazy love story.

Chapter 16: The Joy of Parenthood

Soon, they welcomed a bundle of joy into their lives. Their little one had Gojo's twinkling eyes and Peter's infectious laugh. They named him Max, a name that felt just right.

Chapter 17: Adventures with Max

Raising Max was an adventure in itself. From teaching him to ride a bike to sharing bedtime stories filled with magic and laughter, every moment was a cherished memory.

Chapter 18: Sibling Shenanigans

Not long after, they welcomed a baby girl named Lily. She had Peter's mischievous grin and Gojo's adventurous spirit. Max and Lily were the best of friends, partners in crime in all their childhood escapades.

Chapter 19: Laughter-Filled Days

Their home echoed with the sound of laughter. Gojo's magic tricks and Peter's goofy dance moves kept their little ones entertained for hours on end.

Chapter 20: Lessons in Love

As parents, Gojo and Peter taught Max and Lily about love, acceptance, and the importance of being true to oneself. They embraced each other's quirks and celebrated their unique strengths.

Chapter 21: Family Adventures

Together, they went on grand family adventures. From magical vacations to theme parks to impromptu dance-offs in the living room, every day was a new opportunity for fun and bonding.

Chapter 22: Growing Together

Through the ups and downs, their love only deepened. They faced challenges as a family, always coming out stronger and more united than before.

Chapter 23: Forever Grateful

As they looked at their beautiful family, Gojo and Peter couldn't help but feel grateful for the crazy, wonderful journey they'd been on. They knew that their love story was something truly special.

---

Gojo x Peter fanfiction

I kept scrolling wondering when it would end 😭

This was surprisingly wholesome, I was terrified whether there would be nsfw between them

This was nice, thank you

#yxami’s yam

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godnectar · 7 months

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**Title: Gojo and Peter's Crazy Love Story**

---

Chapter 1: Meeting Each Other

One day, Gojo Satoru, the cool guy with magic powers, found himself in a funny town called Quahog. He met Peter Griffin, a big, jolly guy with a big laugh.

Chapter 2: Lots of Laughing

Peter's laugh was loud and funny, just like Gojo's sense of humor. Even though they were from different worlds, they felt a strange connection.

Chapter 3: Beers and Friends

"Hey, buddy!" Peter said, offering a hand. "Let's grab a beer!"

Gojo thought, why not? They went from one bar to another, sharing all kinds of crazy stories.

Chapter 4: A Night to Remember

They laughed a lot and started to really like each other. Gojo liked how Peter was goofy but really cared about his family. Peter liked how Gojo was confident and fun.

Chapter 5: Crazy Adventures

They did wild things together. They flew on a magic carpet, had a funny fight with a giant chicken, and even danced with some silly demons.

Chapter 6: Love in the Chaos

Even though things didn't make sense, they didn't care. They loved the craziness.

Chapter 7: Happily Ever After

Gojo and Peter, the magic guy and the big jolly guy, fell in love. Their story was wild and unexpected, but it was their own special adventure.

---

**Title: Gojo and Peter's Crazy Love Story - Part 2: Falling in Love**

---

Chapter 8: Sweet Moments

As days passed, Gojo and Peter found themselves drawn to each other more and more. They shared sweet moments, like holding hands on walks and laughing together over silly jokes.

Chapter 9: Discovering Similarities

Surprisingly, they discovered they had a lot in common. They both loved spicy food and had a weakness for cheesy action movies. It was like they were two pieces of a goofy puzzle that just fit.

Chapter 10: Crazy Dates

Their dates were never ordinary. They went on wild adventures, like taking a ride on a rollercoaster that made them both scream like kids.

Chapter 11: Facing Challenges Together

Chapter 12: Saying "I Love You"

One day, under a sky full of stars, Gojo looked into Peter's eyes and said those three magic words. "I love you," he said, his heart pounding with happiness.

Chapter 13: Peter's Big Announcement

Excited and nervous, Peter gathered his family and announced his love for Gojo. They were surprised at first, but soon saw the happiness in Peter's eyes and gave their blessing.

Chapter 14: A Crazy, Happy Ending

Their love story was crazy, unexpected

---

**Title: Gojo and Peter's Crazy Love Story - Part 3: Building a Family**

---

Chapter 15: A New Chapter Begins

As the years passed, Gojo and Peter's love only grew stronger. They decided it was time to start a new chapter in their crazy love story.

Chapter 16: The Joy of Parenthood

Soon, they welcomed a bundle of joy into their lives. Their little one had Gojo's twinkling eyes and Peter's infectious laugh. They named him Max, a name that felt just right.

Chapter 17: Adventures with Max

Raising Max was an adventure in itself. From teaching him to ride a bike to sharing bedtime stories filled with magic and laughter, every moment was a cherished memory.

Chapter 18: Sibling Shenanigans

Chapter 19: Laughter-Filled Days

Their home echoed with the sound of laughter. Gojo's magic tricks and Peter's goofy dance moves kept their little ones entertained for hours on end.

Chapter 20: Lessons in Love

As parents, Gojo and Peter taught Max and Lily about love, acceptance, and the importance of being true to oneself. They embraced each other's quirks and celebrated their unique strengths.

Chapter 21: Family Adventures

Together, they went on grand family adventures. From magical vacations to theme parks to impromptu dance-offs in the living room, every day was a new opportunity for fun and bonding.

Chapter 22: Growing Together

Through the ups and downs, their love only deepened. They faced challenges as a family, always coming out stronger and more united than before.

Chapter 23: Forever Grateful

As they looked at their beautiful family, Gojo and Peter couldn't help but feel grateful for the crazy, wonderful journey they'd been on. They knew that their love story was something truly special.

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#nectar's rambling #♡ anon #anon message #this certainly wasn't what I expected when replying to the ask from before– 😭#still was entertaining to read ngl #totally didn't just spend 15 min reading and staring at a gojo satoru x peter griffin fic just now 🤡✊️#trying not to wheeze rn fr #like–#why? 😭😭#how? 😭😭😭

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transingthoseformers · 7 months

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I really like the idea of Drift and Minimus bonding because Drift is older and knows about reinventing himself and dealing with his own issues which may be different than Minimus's literally seeming to think he has to cosplay a dead guy to be valued and that could have been interesting especially as Magnus is one of the people who definitely know Drift was Deadlock specifically not just a former Con and who gives us an idea of just how deadly and dangerous Deadlock was with his risk assessment.

Rodimus may understand a lot about self worth issues but Drift also understands making a new persona to fit in and loses some of his defense mechanism +100 happy hippy not a threat around Magnus to be more sincere with him.

First Aid is so pissed because now he is conflating Rodimus's betrayal with his complicated feelings on Pharma as he went from one boss betraying them caught up with Decepticons to the next boss even though the situations are completely different. He is very angry and messed up about everything.

I like the idea of Tyrest slowly getting worse because we don't know how long his retirement was or he was planning the kill CC thing.

But he was also the guy who thought the Ultra Magnus Cosplay Lineage was a Sane and Measured decision and I feel like he may have preyed a bit on Minimus's on insecurities to encourage him to completely allow himself to be the Perfect Ultra Magnus. Or at least he did in this verse. Sometimes, I make him base nicer.

In this, though, he was not a great mentor to Minimus and definitely jumped to snap him up during a vulnerable time and encouraged his more negative thoughts to "remold him".

I like the wiggle room with characters.

Also I love Sunstreaker and liked his storyline in IDW but wished there was more of it. He was literally one of the five people who went with Rodimus on his becoming a Prime adventure and they had some siginifcant connections in Phase 1 with Rodimus being not a dick about the thing with Starscream and rescuing him. Rodimus literally helped Sunstreaker return tonthe Autobots. I feel like that left a significant impact.

I also think Cyclonus would be an interesting person to play off Sunstreaker since they are both very combat focused people woth unexpected softer side for those closer to them, have a lot of trauma they are working through, and enjoy quieter passtimes.

Drift meanwhile is really trying to be the best Captain he can but is very worried about his visions and missing Rodimus. Ratchet once he pauses starts reaching out and they have their silly not fights and stumble into romance on the Lost Light. Drift has his own character growth going on because he becomes very focused on finishing the quest, obsessively until Ratchet and Magnus remind him that they (and Rodimus) were also supposed to help people and he relaxes it making a choice to help some people nearby and rescue stranded Cons or Bots which leads to different new people joining the crew and Fort Max dealing with his All Cons Should Die trauma as well. I'm thinking maybe a pacifist like Glit getting taken on at Drift's discretion which leads to tension in the Medbay with First Aid.

Skids as well because in the scenes of Grindcore it shows what could be Glit there in the background and I headcanon he was forced there as punishment for helping injured Autobots too and saw Skids there. Skids's memories come back and he unpacks that trauma with Glit and Rung and we get talk about Tarn being a monster and personal accounting from Skids/Glit who both benefit from working through their trauma about it as Glit only got out of there because Ravage called in a favor to get him out and he never quite recovered.

I feel like a lot of dynamics would be different here, and strange or new friendships form while they have different adventures.

Exactly exactly, he's gonna try his damnest to help out Minimus and that requires he drops some of the mask he has built up

First Aid having some very strong feelings here, him associating Pharma with Rodimus won't end well.

In my opinion and considering my observations, I personally believe that no yeah it was Tyrest getting worse over time. I like to think his Killswitch idea was a tipping point mental health wise, I don't think it was Planned planned™️, this feels like a slap-dash plan. The plan with the Magnus Armor though that one is a longer term plan that most definitely had fucked up consequences, so methinks even before the Aequitas trials he had issues™️

Also mood on the "sometimes I make him base nicer" thing he's a fun character to play around with and I don't think about him enough, wiggle room is very fun with characters (after all look at the variety Megatron has between his many iterations)

oh mins.

Fr we do not think enough about IDW Sunstreaker, and you're entirely right about him and Cyc possibly getting along

awww yes Ratty cares about Drift and this time we get to see this front and center considering how Drift is being the captain of the LL

Oooo? New people joining the crew?? Cool?

medbay troublessssss

Oh shit Glit and Skids having connected trauma, shit. But cool that we're getting more info on Tarn based on the living accounts of mecha affected by him, especially so on the Grindcore situation which was so so fucked up

You're right on dynamics being different here as well as the adventures, and that's exactly why I suggested the idea!

#''well shit um is dead what do we do now'' ''but what if he wasn't'' ''? he's literally right there dead??'' ''hear me out real quick''#maccadam #transformers #tyrest is fascinating because clearly he works in levels of twisty logic that i want to pick apart and pull like a tangled yarn ball #the autobot antagonists in mtmte are like that to me #mtmte rodimus #mtmte tyrest #mtmte minimus ambus #mtmte drift #mtmte ravage #others #Rodimus's exile au #(hopefully that's a temporary name for tagging reasons)

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burnwater13 · 1 year

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Today was Mando day. The day Grogu celebrated being saved by the Mandalorian. The day the Mandalorian proved who he was. Smart, stealthy, capable, and very, very stubborn. Some of those qualities were underrated in Grogu’s opinion. They had all helped on that original Mando day.

Honestly, everyday was Mando day for Grogu because he was always happy that the Mandalorian named Din Djarin came back and took him away from the Client (silly name, bit on the nose, don’t you think?) and Dr. Pershing.

Yes, that was the day Grogu considered Mando day. Not the first day they met. Nope. That was a great day. Grogu was very grateful that the Mandalorian was the best bounty hunter in the Outer Rim. Grogu wasn’t a fan of people dying on his behalf and a lot, if not all, of those other hunters had done that. Only Din survived and was fortunate enough to meet him.

On Mando day, which was a bit later, Din Djarin changed. He wasn’t just a bounty hunter. He also wasn’t just a Mandalorian. To Grogu he had become a true person. He no longer lived just in his own armor. Suddenly, part of him lived with Grogu. They were connected.

Grogu loved connection. It was how the Force worked. It had to connect every living thing in the galaxy, and as far as Grogu knew, in the Universe. And on Mando day, Din Djarin and Grogu became truly connected via the Force.

Oh sure, Grogu had healed the Mandalorian with the Force before that day. He’d even picked up a Mudhorn to save the Mandalorian from it. That definitely took the Force. But it was pretty one way. Grogu did a thing and the Mandalorian directly benefited from it. But on Mando day that all changed.

Bounty Hunters didn’t ask questions. They just turned over the people they collected, warm or cold, got their credits, and that was it. They went on to do the next task. That was their way.

Mandalorians were people of honor. They made a deal and they kept it. It mattered to them that they did what they agreed to do. Even when the thing they agreed to might not actually be a good, right, moral, ethical, or smart thing. If you could get a Mandalorian to agree to terms you could get them to do almost anything, including destroying their own way of life.

And Din Djarin was a Mandalorian bounty hunter. A double helping of pressure to conform to the standards set by others.

Yet, on Mando day, Din Djarin remembered there was something more important than a deal. More important than credits. More important than the traditions that allowed other people to use the strength of a Mandalorian without the consequences of doing the work themselves. Foundlings. Children. Orphans. They were more important.

Din had chosen on that day to come and help Grogu, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Help given when unexpected, was really, in Grogu’s opinion, the best kind of help. Din had seen his need and could not unsee it. And for that, Grogu celebrated Mando day.

He kept the celebrations modest. Always making sure that the Mandalorian was healed from any injury, large or small was first on the list. Then giving the Mandalorian a reason to laugh, sigh, or shake his head was another way Grogu celebrated. He thought it was important enrichment to keep Din actively engaged in the world around him.

He also tried to let Din Djarin know, through hugs, coo’s, and being his companion on their many adventures, that he appreciated who the Mandalorian was and what he could do. After all, you couldn’t just take from people. You had to give back. Grogu had been given so much he needed to make sure that the person who had given it to him freely and at no small risk to himself, knew just how much Grogu appreciated him.

This Mando day Grogu was going to add something new to the mix. He was going to call Din Djarin, ‘dad’. Grogu knew that connection was important to the Mandalorian and there was no better connection with a friend to give them the gift of being part of you family. After all they were both Mandalorian foundlings. It made sense that Mando day was really for both of them.

#the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #calendar prompt a day #mando day

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alfiejacquess · 1 year

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Hiking, Swimming and Gong Therapy!

30/04/2023

This particular trip to the lakes was unsurprisingly centred around swimming. I am lucky enough to have a delightfully friendly munchkin friend named Scarlett who lives in a beautiful cottage nestled between fells in the Lake District. After Last weekends swim we decided to meet up for a swim of our own and a unique therapy session.

I arrived in style this time accompanied by The Rolling Stones. If you would like a song to help picture this specific adventure I would recommend “100 years ago” that’s the vibe I’m going with. Arriving too early to meet Scarlett, I decided to go for a walk. That walk turned into a hike up a hill, that hill turned out to be a fell. That fell turned out to be Helvellyn. The walk quickly escalated form a leisurely stroll in the Lakes, to a full blown expedition up Englands 3rd highest peak. I do love an unexpected thrill ! never failing to use my undying determination to reach the top. Always accompanied by bad luck with weather,resulting in me seeing absolutely nothing while at the summit. Nether the less I made it up there completely unharmed and completely unprepared, by simply looking up and saying “that one looks nice”.

A quick few pics at the summit then straight back down because I was awfully late for my pre arranged swim and gong class. Excitement building to see my… UNIQUE friend I have not seen in many months. Scarlett had informed me on my ascent that she was “taking a nap” but I still felt her love and encouragement pushing me on despite being asleep. Making it back to the cottage I was strangely craving a whiskey, maybe because I was soaked, cold, exhausted and borderline dead ! I kept it together and was determined for a successful “gong” therapy session. Gong therapy is a form of “sound healing” that relaxes the body in hopes to enter a meditative state.

While resting my tired legs at Scarlett’s house I noticed most doors had child gates on them, presumably to stop the two dogs from entering certain areas of the house. I was informed that the gates are because Scarlett sleep walks and the gates stop her from wondering the house in her sleep. This information may be interesting later.

So to explain how the gong sound healing session went I need to try and explain my relationship with this girl. We have known each other for years starting from when we were both very small and in primary school. Then followed by me thinking she was dead, as she moved abroad for a chunk of her childhood. Upon return our relationship is still the same and has continued to be full of laughter and just pure silliness, nothing at all has changed. That perfect relationship where unstructured nonsense filled conversations are accompanied by long lasting belly laughs, consuming your entire day. Our shared love for hiking, swimming and the outdoors make for extremely fun outings !

I went into this “gong” experience with an open mind as I am well connected with the idea of “inner peace” etc. As we drove to the venue in Ambleside, my laughter was constant and not subsiding. A sense of breathlessness caused by constant giggles, a common side effect of time spent with Scarlett. The fear of carrying this energy inside the therapy session was almost terrifying. Around 10 yoga matts all laid out in a circle with candles and all kinds of zen hippie style paraphernalia, I had no idea how I was going to keep it together. When I’m forced into situations where talking and laughter are not best advised, combined with the pre-explained relationship I have with my friend, the thought of a successful therapy session without bursting into laughter seemed Impossible!

Let’s talk about how the session went. It stated with everybody lying down with comfy eye masks and blankets. Listening to everyone inhale and exhale extremely passionately was enough to set me off. Let’s be honest, unfortunately I was not in the correct mind frame to take this experience seriously but I had to bloody try ! When the gong sounds started it was actually very soothing and relaxing, but often my mind would wonder and focus on something funny (like Scarlett mistakenly thinking I had 6 toes) My brain clearly trying to sabotage this experience for me and trying anything to make me giggle. Sometime into the therapy session I heard some rustling sounds of the person next to me moving or standing up. So I understandably thought this was Scarlett deep in sleep and attempting to get up and wonder around in a meditation class that has no child gates and plenty of zen people lying innocently on the floor. I had to see this so I turned my body and lifted my eye mask but only to find her lying down on her back with her mouth gaping wide open inhaling flies, seemingly fast asleep. If it was not for my fist being quickly forced into my mouth, I would have certainly burst into complete hysterics. I somehow managed to keep it together with only my shoulders and body moving from laugher. From immense determination I made very little sound. I think I got away without alerting other participants of my immaturity. This may not seem funny to others but for me in this moment it was the funniest thing ever.

Once the session had finished we both made a sharp swift exit straight to the car. As soon as we were clear and in the car park we both began pissing ourselves with laugher. Realising the therapy had no benefiting results to our character. Scarlett had a hilarious theory that the lady running the class pressed play on a YouTube video then left for the pub and returned to wake us after 90 minutes. Although this experience seemed to be a train wreck crashing into a joke shop, I was still glad I did it and it was incredibly memorable!

By this time it was too late and dark for a swim so we headed straight to weather spoons for food and pints. We met up with Scarlett’s incredibly sweet sister in law for some food and movie night back at the cottage.

The next morning we woke up ready for our swim. Heading to Grasmere water before her shift at the family chocolate shop. This body of water had not yet been christened by my huge body plunging into it, so it seemed the perfect spot. Nestled between stunning green fells and surrounded by gorgeous scenery, this is now certainly my new swimming spot.

After the swim we walked to the chocolate shop so Scarlett could start her shift. By this time I should have probably headed home but for some reason stayed and did a 3 hour shift, being paid in truffles.

Very memorable weekend.

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theteej · 1 year

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Seven Small Thank Yous

So much has gone on this year, but it’s very easy to forget the quotidian, the day to day experiences of building life. And so to end this reflection on 2022, I wanted to thank six people (and a whole coffee collective) who invited me into day-to-day life, let me share joy and sorrow, hilarity and heartbreak. I can’t thank you all enough, so I’m going to try to just say how much you meant to me this year in a few short paragraphs.

Debra Bass appeared at the most unexpected point of my life. As I sat down to do a critical reading of my story for my first Vamp story showcase there she was, the only other Black storyteller. We immediately did that one nod that Black folk do to each other, the one of mutual recognition, survival, and commiseration. Then we heard each other’s stories, and knew we had to be friends. After Vamp Debra and I went on long walks, had ridiculous laughs together, and grew into that easy space that only true comrades can have. Debra has an effortless sense of style that ranges from eclectic bohemian chic to effortless glamour. Her locs are beautiful, her smile is radiant, and she speaks a mile a minute, her words only punctuated by wandering asides, observations, or critiques of the five words that came before. Debra was the first real friend I feel I made after covid here in San Diego; she became my immediate ridiculous Black travel companion, because we’d both find that the other one was game for just about anything knowing we had company. So we went to Jewish sabbath suppers, meandering art crawls, museum galas, and seasonal Black group exercise events. We push each other to try new things—write new stories, try new art practices, examine unseen parts of ourselves. I am also deeply delighted that she is the one who frequently wants to drive on our adventures; and I compensate by being the person that makes choices on anything from food or drink or destinations, as Debra is not super keen on making any decision that hasn’t been consulted for hours in advance like the quintessential Virgo she is. Debra is not only brilliant, she makes me feel like I can meet any adventure head-on, as I have a friend and confidante.

Nick Dutton is an absurd human with excellent eyebrows. Beyond that, he was my one of my students when I taught tenth grade Honors World History in 2007. Fifteen years later, the two of us are peers; Nick is in his early thirties and trying to navigate what life means back here in San Diego, and I continuously reject the idea that I am his “Black Mr. Feeny” offering him continued life advice. What started as a hilarious and occasional meet up has turned into a friendship that I genuinely appreciate. Nick is hilarious and conventionally attractive in a slightly frat bro way, but he’s also a dedicated athlete who runs far more marathons than any human should, and manages to pull off some particularly devastating and clever comebacks and snark. Nick and I have managed to meet monthly for the last year and a half, but 2022 became a year in which I cherished our get togethers. We’d always try to find a different vegan place in San Diego, and I have grown to genuinely appreciate Nick’s honesty and thoughtfulness, and he puts up with my occasional teasing and snide rejoinders. It’s a rare gift to watch someone grow from student to peer to friend, but my life is infinitely better for the silliness and joy Nick brings every time we meet over food without animal products and conversations with good cheer.

Arianna Haut may be one of the best things to ever have come out of winning on Jeopardy aside from meeting Alex Trebek and��you know, the cash. Arianna and I met through the wider Jeopardy contestant community in 2021, but 2022 was where our friendship really came to shine. She lives in L.A., and I’m often able to plan hangouts with her when I’m also up visiting my family. More importantly, she’s someone I check in with daily, exchanging memes, anxieties, and general ridiculosity. Having a friend who grounds you while also being utterly nonsensical themselves is such a gift, and I don’t know how to express enough gratitude for who Arianna is and what she does. She’s a brilliant tutor and organizer, an amazing community member, and generous spirit. Some of my best moments with her have been laughing uproariously in the Museum of Jurassic Technology, eating the best tacos ever, wandering the gardens of the Huntington, or exchanging roughly eight million voice notes on facebook messenger. She, more than anyone else, reminds me that I’m a tightly compressed ball of anxiety in a human meat suit---and that is OKAY. There’s a depth and a kindness that I cannot fully encapsulate when I think about her and I’m endlessly grateful that she’s someone I can check in with and process and make sense of my life and vice versa.

Paul Binnie is an artist of terrifying skill, a Scotsman with a genuine mischievous charm, and a dear friend of several years. But in 2022, he became a close and wonderful compatriot. He joined me on long walks around town, we talked about anxieties, and we held forth on so many different topics each more fun than the last. Paul has forced me to look at my body in new and incredible ways as he uses his keen eye to draw models, myself included. He’s also done the impressive work of creating a community of drawing afficionados. I look forward most weekends to attending his queer drawing group, and I’m incredibly grateful for the friendships I’m making among the people assembled there. Paul does more than just sketch—he also draws people into community, and I’m very grateful to have been able to see him as part of my wider family in San Diego.

Mark Kurai has been my closest friend in San Diego since both moved back in 2018, and this past year was no exception. We’ve worked together on art projects, survived the worst of lockdowns as friends and confidantes, but more than anything, Mark is simply there. There is an incredible freedom in knowing that you have a friend nearby that you can rely on to process shit, to vent, to go for walks or coffee, or just to exist with. Mark is a quintessential introvert, and I could not be any further from such a thing, but he does the considerably difficult job of reminding me to be quiet sometimes, to sit and think, and to be okay with mess and discomfort. In turn, Mark lets me cajole him or push on occasion, and I am so much more balanced for being around his creativity, his patience, and his discerning eye for dialogue or photographs. The world is a better place with a comrade and friend like him, and I’m constantly challenged by the way he methodically thinks through and processes the world around him. I can’t think of the year without picnics or cocktails or phone calls or muddling through life—his friendship is the most quotidian and constant and I’m better for it.

I’ve known Robert Valiente-Neighbours now for nearly two decades; hell, I was his best man in 2008 at his wedding. We both left San Diego after that, but found ourselves back a few years ago, and our friendship continued with the strength unchanged. Robert is deeply contemplative—there’s a reason he’s a Quaker after all—but it’s more than that; he brings a quiet and meditative strength to everything he does, from his gorgeous and evocative painting and sketching and collage, to his equally dedicated pursuit of fitness. This year Robert officially got his license as a personal trainer and with his background in nutrition, and after he launched his business, became a formal consultant for me in my strange and continued relationship with my body and strength. Robert is aggressively disinterested in self-loathing or body transformations so en vogue in “fitness journeys.” He emphasizes mobility and strength, and joy. His dark eyes furrow under his brows often as he looks at me with a soft smile and says simply, “so…what do you want to be able to do with this?” Robert challenges me to think about capacity, about joy, about hope in my body. With Robert, discipline is not a product of denial or abnegation; rather, it’s an invitation to think about new ways or relating to yourself and the world around you. I think freely with him about what I want to do when I eat or move, and why I’m doing it. I don’t think about hating or changing myself, but instead, about inviting in joy. Likewise, meeting with him as a dear friend is one of the deepest joys I’ve experienced. Robert asks piercing questions, but also asks the same of himself. But more than that, Robert is the definition of praxis—when one’s ideals come into practical engagement. Whether it’s working out or prayer, eating or movies, I’m encouraged to think about what every day looks like simply with my friend, and how to be more meaningful in it all. It’s a gift and a joy.

It’s not every day you get adopted by an entire fucking coffee shop, but Mystic Mocha is not a regular café. Helmed by the hilarious and kind Izzy—who bears more than a passing resemblance to an everyday Jason Mamoa, hence the ‘Jason Ma-Mocha’ moniker we give him—the crew at my local café are the best and kindest people. Tuuli brings sass and wit sharper than her brilliant catseye wings. Adrian, hilarious and wildly observant, is clearly a background character on the queer pirate comedy Our Flag Means Death. Kendall’s wide-eyed kindness belies a brilliant mind. Alyssa offers nothing but joy and chaos in equal measure and invites us to celebrate with her. Miko is a devastatingly talented artist and cook who radiates a constant cool that you can’t help but want to be around. Each of these amazing people invited me into daily community with coffee and chats, smiles and vegan breakfast burritos. I wrote them a postcard from Fiji, specifically because I missed them so much, and wore a long-sleeve with the café on it when I wandered Aotearoa’s winter streets. They came to one of my story telling events with Vamp in October. They invited me to parties and get togethers, and insisted that I was part of their little community, and I cannot say enough how much it meant to me to be seen by some of the coolest people I know. I still think how fucking lucky I am to have met people who are not only super cool in a daily café, but also want to hangout after work, and I can’t help but smile at feeling like I’m building a community with people I genuinely think are incredible.

#teej2022stories

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Adventures in babysitting - Nanami Kento

Everyone say it with me now: Fucking! The! Babysitter! Femme reader, 3K words

Content warnings: noncon that turns dubcon, cheating, age gap(imagine nanami to be mid forties, 45 preferably), uhm there’s fingers in your mouth in case you’re not into that lol

Nanami was at his wits end with you. One day after another you continued to test his patience and you didn’t even know it. It was becoming so hard to even look you in the eyes let alone be in the same room as you.

Having feelings for the babysitter wasn’t something he should have, he knew this, but at this age Nanami wasn’t one to deny himself the things he truly so desired. The way you pranced around in shorts much too short to be worn around his family, your silly little summer tops bustling in the wind and exposing your midriff, even the way you ate ice cream could be deemed inappropriate.

“Papa, (Y/N)’s here!” His young son shouted one sweltering summer afternoon, breaking Nanami from his daydream of you and bringing him into the present where you were being escorted into his house by his wife.

Standing there in a pair of those little shorts and a tank top that showed a cleavage, skin probably smelling of freshly applied sunscreen and hot to the touch from the sun, it made Nanami’s pants tighten. Coming to stand next to the woman he married, his eyes were still drawn to you.

The words you were saying went in one ear and out the other. You might as well have been speaking another language, Nanami wasn’t following along at all. He was busy tracing the outline of your body, unsullied by the hands of time like he was.

“Bye mama!” Hugging his mother tightly, Nanami’s son pounced on him next. “Bye papa!”

“Have fun you two!” Nanami’s wife spoke for the both of them as you walked off, back to your car with his child.

Hours passed and Nanami still found himself thinking of you, even as he and his wife had sex in your absence. Cupping her ass, he thought of what it would feel like to slip his hands down your shorts and feel yours. As he kissed her, he closed his eyes and pretended it was your mouth his tongue was in. Pulling out and cumming on her cunt, he only wished it was you beneath him, then he would never pull out.

“We’re back!” When you made your return as the sun set, Nanami found it so convenient that his wife had gone down the street to talk to a neighbor.

“Mama’s across the street with the neighbor girl, why don’t you go say hi to them? Tell them all about the movie you saw?” Nanami asked while you had excused yourself to the bathroom.

Turning around and fixing his collar, Nanami smirked as the screen door slammed closed. Walking straight to the guest bathroom, there was no hesitation in his stride, throwing open the door with confidence.

“S-sir!” You’d clearly just finished using the toilet, yanking your shorts back up over your hips as the toilet lid slammed closed. Nanami didn’t say a word as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, clicking the lock into place.

“Did you have fun today? At the movies with my son.” His voice was low, calm and cool despite the nerves tingling just under his skin.

“Yes.” Answering him slowly, your hands splayed out to try and cover your front. For some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to do up the button on your shorts, but you still had half a mind to try and appear decent.

“I bet you got a lot of stares.” That statement had your head tilting in confusion and Nanami chuckled. “A sweet young girl like you is sure to attract attention. Why, I bet people thought he was your little brother and not my kid.”

“E-excuse me sir, but-” Surely this conversation could be had outside the bathroom, and you tried to reach around Nanami to open the door.

“I’m not finished.” Snatching you by the waist, Nanami pressed you against the sink counter and stared at you through the mirror, letting his eyes rake more obviously over your figure. “Yes, I know for sure you got stares.”

“Sir!” Gripping the edge of the counter, you were helpless to stop Nanami as he ground his hardening cock over your ass, his fingers making it harder to breath as they trickled up to clutch at your ribs.

Pressing his nose into the side of your neck, Nanami closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. You smelled exactly like the sunscreen he thought you would and the heat from the summer sun still lingered on your body, warming his lips as he kissed you.

“Please let go, this isn’t- isn’t appropriate.” Wriggling in his hold, you clawed at his fingers to let you go. Despite the wear and tear years of fighting curses had brought onto his body, Nanami was still just as strong as when he was younger.

“What would a girl like you know about what’s appropriate? Prancing around my house in those shorts with your ass hanging out.” Wrapping one arm completely around your waist, Nanami snuck his other hand down your shorts, pushing the loose fabric down until it pooled at your ankles and he was able to grab onto your ass.

Keeping his eyes closed, Nanami rubbed and grabbed your ass to his heart’s content. He often stayed up at night agonizing about you and now he was finally getting what he wanted. Pushing your panties down your legs as well, his middle finger dipped between the curve of your ass and grazed your slit.

“Let me go!” Your voice had risen to a scream, desperately hopeful someone else was in the house and would hear your cries. Nanami let silence fall over the two of you, his middle finger lazily circling your cunt and making your thighs twitch against your will.

“Scream and shout all you want, it’s just me and you here.” Opening his eyes to look at you, Nanami sighs when he sees the tears streaming down your face. “Why’re you crying?”

“I don’t- this, please-”

“Sshhh…” Silencing your babbles, Nanami brought his hand to the front of your body, middle finger pressing firmly on your clit. “I know what you need, so just relax and be a good girl.” Flicking his finger, he smirked as you gasped loudly, one hand flying from the counter to grip onto his shirt sleeve.

Locked in a stare, Nanami watched your mouth hang open in shock as he massaged your clit, bringing in two more fingers and making bigger circles. There was slick building between your legs, gradually making his fingers glide easier over your swollen bud. Nudging your legs open a little further, Nanami slid his fingers down to your entrance.

“I’ll go slow for you.” He whispered gently into your ear. Prodding with one finger, he worked the long digit into your cunt, groaning at the way your walls clamped down tightly around it.

Keeping his thumb on your clit, Nanami pumped his finger in and out, kissing up and down your neck as he went. Slowly, your open mouth closed and your lip was caught between your teeth to keep small whimpers of pleasure at bay.

Adding in a second finger, Nanami had you fully rocking back and forth on his fingers, an orgasm that you didn’t want beginning to build between your legs. The slow, gradual pleasure that had built up was blurring the lines of what was right and what was wrong, the fact that this man was your married boss didn’t really matter any more.

Grinding onto his hand, you came with an embarrassed yelp and squeezed Nanami’s hand tightly with your legs. His thumb moved faster as your walls spasmed around his fingers, wanting - and getting - you to whine and moan loudly.

“Sir!” Stamping your feet as the pleasure reached a near painful peak, you forced your legs to relax and let Nanami go. Slipping his fingers out of your cunt, he circled your clit a few times before pulling away.

Grabbing your head with his clean hand, Nanami turned you to kiss him over your shoulder. The angle was awkward and a bit of a strain, but Nanami slid his tongue into your mouth with ease, quickly tracing along your mouth and committing it to memory.

The clanking of his belt buckle brought you back to what was happening outside of the dizzying kiss. The warmth from Nanami’s hard cock was no longer trapped behind a layer of fabric, it was right against your skin and nuzzling between your ass cheeks.

Breaking the kiss, you looked down at his cock. Just like the hair on his head, the trim patch of hair above his cock was starting to gray with a few streaks running alongside blond. Taking your hand from his sleeve, Nanami wrapped your fingers around his cock.

“Look what you’ve done to this old man.” He chuckled, moving your fingers up and down his shaft. A few beads of precum dripped out, coating the outside of your hand and leaving shiny strands of gossamer fluid connecting you to him.

Letting go of your hand to kiss you again, Namai was pleased that you kept stroking him on your own. You were even daring enough to smear more of his precum against the palm of your hand and use it for added lubrication. Going down to his balls, the feather light touches you gave them with the tips of your fingers made a short high pitched moan leave Nanami’s throat.

“Enough playing.” Grunting to cover up the unexpected noise, Nanami turned you back to face the sink and smoothed his hand down your back, pushing you to bend over the sink. Grabbing the base of his cock, Nanami guided himself into your cunt, shuddering deeply at the warmth enveloping him.

Putting his chest flush with your back, Nanami rested his forehead against your shoulder and caught his breath. Fucking you was something that was on his mind constantly, especially when he had sex with his wife. To finally feel the tight velvety walls of your cunt clamp down around his cock, it almost made him cum.

“Ha, not as young as I used to be.” A bittersweet sigh left his lips as he regained his self control and stood up a little straighter. Pushing his once perfectly styled hair out of his eyes, Nanami snaked a hand up your shirt and tugged your bra down enough to cup your breast and mold the flesh between his fingertips. “How do you feel?”

“Sir I-”

“Say my name.” Nanami cut you off swiftly, rolling your nipple in his fingers as he did. “Call me Kento when we’re alone.” Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you nodded and looked him in the eyes through the mirror.

“K-kento…” You say his name slowly, letting it roll and drip down the tip of your tongue, “I feel so full.” Your answer makes Nanami's head fall back, a wave of pride stroking his ego and bolstering his confidence.

It wasn’t like him to lack any in his day to day life, going about his business and doing what he had to do. But over the years, with an aging and changing body, Nanami had begun to wonder deep down inside if he was becoming less of the man he used to be in his 20’s.

“That’s what I love to hear.” But you’d brought it back for him tenfold. You, the babysitter that he shouldn’t be doing any of this with yet fantasized about every day. Giving an appreciative roll of his hips, Nanami smiled at you.

“Now, let me take care of you.” Hunching over your body once more, Nanami pulled his cock out slowly, teasing you with the leisurely drag of his cock before snapping his hips forward and making the first of many loud moans fall from your lips.

Massaging your breast in time with his thrusts, Nanami made sure your ass stayed flush with him as he fucked you. He wanted to drag this out for as long as possible and that meant shallowly humping your cunt like a pathetic teenager.

His lips never strayed far from your neck and he kissed down your back as well, careful not to leave any marks you’d have a hard time explaining to his wife. Instead of leaving the marks of his teeth he left large wet kisses all along your exposed skin.

“Kento, faster!” You sobbed, growing increasingly impatient for him to move. While the lazy thrusts had your legs trembling they weren’t enough to get you to cum.

“So cute when you whine.” Nanami hummed and he could feel himself getting wrapped around your finger. He didn’t have the heart to even think of denying you what you wanted and he stood up, giving you more room to breathe, but only for a moment.

Dropping both hands to your hips, Nanami properly thrust forward and the slap of your ass against his skin could be heard well outside the bathroom. A hunger to have you cum on his cock washed over him and his fingers dropped down to your clit once again.

“Fuck, Kento-” You cried, knees threatening to buckle and give out on you from the sudden pleasure. Wrapping an arm around your hips, Nanami kept you upright as he pounded into you.

Nanami could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly the longer he went. The slick gushing out of you was making it far too easy to pump you full of his cock, your essence dripping down his balls and coating his thighs.

“Papa?” The sudden curious voice of his son had Nanami stuttering to a halt and both your pounding hearts beat even harder. Falling completely silent, you waited for a knock at the door or any other indication the child had heard you two.

Pattering little feet against hardwood were the only things heard in the house, muffled only slightly by your heavy breathing. Listening intently, the footsteps drifted away from the lounge room and up the stairs.

“Keep quiet for me.” Nanami whispered as he began to pump his cock again, this time going as slow as he was before. He kept his fingers on your clit and rubbed tight circles, exhaling sharply through his nose as you whined.

Slapping a hand over your mouth as his son's feet thumped against the stairs once more, Nanami’s brows shot up when you opened your mouth and took his fingers in, flattening them against the curve of your tongue and sucking on them.

Nanami wanted to snarl at the seductive look you cast him in the mirror, your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers and your head slightly bobbing up and down as if it were his cock you were sucking.

When the sound of the front door slamming closed again met his ears, Nanami resumed the vigorous pace he had set previously. Keeping his fingers in your mouth, he snapped his hips forward and pushed the worries of cumming too early to the side.

“Be good and cum for me, naughty girl.” Gliding his fingers along your tongue, Nanami pried your mouth open and grabbed the tip of your tongue, pulling it out from your mouth and making drool drip down your chin. “Messy little thing, aren’t you?” Letting go of your tongue, he smeared your saliva all over your cheeks.

Pushing your ass back against Nanami, your moans reached a crashing crescendo and your knees knocked together. Nanami rubbed your clit furiously as you came, not stopping his thrusts until he was cumming deep inside you and filling you up with the hot, sticky fluid.

“Kento, Kento-” You cried, gripping the counter for dear life. It was a struggle to stay upright and even more of one to remember to breathe properly as your orgasm washed over you. Nanami hadn’t made it any easier, fucking the both of you into overstimulation.

“Good girl, what a good girl for me.” His voice was long gone, wispy and distant as he came down from his high. Keeping his cock snugly inside you he took his fingers off your clit, giving you some reprieve. Bringing them up to his mouth, he sucked on them loudly and licked all of your release off.

Your upper body collapsed against the counter, chest heaving painfully as you struggled for breath. Nanami kept your hips up as he pulled out, spreading your asscheeks apart to watch his seed begin to drip out of you. Letting out a low whistle, he thumbed your clit one last time before leaning over and grabbing some toilet paper, gingerly cleaning you up as you came down.

Once everything was back in order, your clothes fixed and lips thoroughly kissed just one last time, Nanami slowly opened the door. He hadn’t heard the front door open, the voices of his family weren’t resounding through the house. The coast was clear.

“Here’s payment for today.” Just as promised when you planned this outing with his child, Nanami handed you an envelope with your money inside.

“Thank you, sir.” You said quietly, quickly backtracking when Nanami quirked a brow at you. “I mean Kento.”

“That’s better.” Patting you on the back, Nanami pressed a sneaky kiss to your forehead before stepping back and opening the front door for you. “I hope you know this wasn’t a one time thing.”

Unable to answer, you giggle and smile shyly back at him. The gentle smile on his face has a certain flutter coming to your stomach; Nanami has given you special attention, one that you know for sure he isn’t giving to anyone else.

“Get home safe, (Y/N).” He says softly, giving a curt wave of his hand as you walked out of the house and to your car, your panties safely tucked inside his front pocket.

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ymiwritesstuff · 3 years

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I hope you're doing amazing! Could I request Gyro with a reader who's innocent and likes to crack jokes. She tries to flirt with Gyro and when he flirts back,she gets flustered and shy? Thank you so so much!

Heya, I'm alright, thanks. Hope you're doing great as well! So sorry that I kept you waiting but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless. Thanks for requesting!

Annoyingly Charming

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Gyro Zeppeli x Fem!Reader

Summary: A seemingly usual session of healing a certain Italian's injuries quickly evolves into something that leaves you rather flustered.

Gyro flinched and let out a bitter curse at the feeling of the disinfectant on his wound he had received from an earlier attack. You threw him an apologetic look and continued cleaning the blood from the skin of his arm.

"You'll live," you joked, keeping your eyes on his wound, making sure to properly clean it before wrapping it in bandages.

These sessions had become rather frequent. One or both of your traveling companions would get injured to some degree, and the honor of patching them up was left to you.

It wasn't something you minded, if anything, it allowed you to improve your skills in the art of medicine, though you were nowhere near as informed as the man in front of you. Still, you surmised he was grateful for your help, seeing as the first thing he did after receiving a cut or a scratch was come to you for assistance.

"All thanks to you," he replied, that trademark smirk of his apparent on his lips. You playfully rolled your eyes and went to grab the bandages, content with the result of your work.

"It's nothing special really," you quietly said and began covering his wound, which earned you a chuckle and a shrug from the Italian.

"To me it is."

You shook your head, lightly laughing at his words. He complimented you a lot. A lot more than you were used to, anyways. You thought it to be one of the many aspects of his naturally charming personality and in that regard, you were quite different, you being the more quiet one. You even remember him calling you 'cute and innocent' once. Thinking back at it always made you blush slightly.

He surprisingly hissed in pain again as you tightened the bandages around his injured arm. Your eyes looked up at him questioningly before a slight smirk made its way on your face.

"Still hurting?" You asked a glimmer of mischievousness in your (E/C) orbs.

"You want me to kiss it better?"

Your bold choice of words was a surprise to both of you, almost immediately making you regret blurting them out. You had never said anything this... flirtatious to him and judging by the look on his face, Gyro hadn't expected it either. Still, you kept your ground and looked at him with that teasing look you had just adopted.

The surprised look on his face made you think you had caught him off guard perfectly, but your victory was short-lived and died down as soon as he opened his mouth.

"How kind of you, (Name)." He wore a smirk of his own and the way he looked at you and leaned closer made your face heat up. Now you were truly regretting your attempt at flirting with him.

"Actually, my lips hurt a bit too. Would you help me with that?"

Your eyes widened and you immediately averted your gaze, attempting to hide your face in embarrassment at his suggestion that was both unexpected and silly. Gyro let out a laugh at your reaction, finding it beyond adorable. This did little to ease your discomfort.

"Nyohoho! I'm just joking!" He exclaimed, moving back to his previous position while you finished wrapping up his wound in silence, your face practically on fire.

You should have known he would bounce back like that. It was obvious, given his personality. Yet you still tested the waters and now you were left embarrassed.

Finishing up the bandaging, you leaned back to examine your work. Gyro looked at it as well, smiling lightly in gratitude.

"Grazie, cara."

You shook your head once again but to his surprise, pressed your lips against his cheek before standing up and looking at his dumbfounded expression with pride as this time, for sure, you had confused him.

"Hope that helps, you jerk."

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blueberry-sunshines · 3 years

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Small Surpises— Big Brother Shiro x Little Sister Reader

Summary:

You are Shiro's younger sister waiting on him to return from a mission while you reminisce about your life with your big brother which then gets interrupted when he brings you back an unexpected surprise...

Word Count: ~2K

Childhood memories | Brotherly Love

Requested by: @white_skittle on Wattpad

{Your POV}

Honestly, you had never really thought that it would be so boring to be in a half-castle half-spaceship until you were actually in one. It sounds crazy to even think you'd be in one let alone that one exists! One moment you were on earth with Keith trying to figure out these weird radio signals and then the next your brother who'd been missing for a year had crash landed onto earth in an alien pod! And just when you didn't think anything could get any crazier, you found a giant blue lion that whisked you all away into space! That was just the beginning of all the adventures you'd have traveling the universe with your new found family. But as of now, the only thing you could do is wait around the Castle of Lions until the Paladins are back from their mission. To keep your mind off of your boredom and anxiety you tried your best to distract yourself with useless things like wondering the castle and getting lost in your own thoughts.

You were significantly younger than your brother, Shiro. While he was 25, you were only a teenager. You two were always rather close despite your age difference. Shiro was always so cool, you and all of your friends thought he was the most amazing person in the whole world. And if you were being honest with yourself, he still was. I mean, being the paladin of the Black Lion and the leader of Voltron was the coolest thing you could think of! As kids you and Shiro loved playing together, you would play with his soldiers and planes or he'd play dolls with you. You two would spend hours playing little games like hide and seek or just playing pretend.

You would be the princess and Shiro would always be the courageous knight there to protect and save you from evil villains and mystical dragons. Using sticks and pool noodles as swords he would slay any foes that even dared to hurt his little sister. Shiro has always been your hero in more ways than you'd ever realize.

"Fear not, Princess (Y/N)!" He would cry, holding his makeshift sword in the air. "I will slay this dragon to protect you and your kingdom from his evil!" He would then jab at one of your stuffed animals or sometimes even trees, pretending they were the villain.

As you got older, you two were still super close. Shiro was then entering his teens, going to the Galaxy Garrison to be a pilot. He was so smart and so talented and all you ever wanted to do was impress him. When you didn't think he could get any cooler he always did. But even though he was at the Garrison, he still had never let you down. You have many memories of Shiro picking you up after school and taking you out to your favorite diner. Sitting in a booth across from each other he would ask you about your day while drinking a milkshake in his bright orange Cadet uniform.

"You look silly in your uniform, Takashi." Little you giggled in your memory. You could still see Shiro's face as he pulled away from his Oreo milkshake's straw, as well as the smile that formed on his face as he let out a small chuckle.

"I guess I do look kind of silly, huh?" He agreed, setting down his milkshake softly.

These couple times a week visits made it feel like Shiro had never really left at all. Soon you were able to transfer into the Garrison Cadet program and next thing you remember is staying up late into the night studying with Shiro and practicing your techniques. Shiro was the star of the Garrison and he still remained the star of your life. Sure you had made many friends, but Shiro was still your best friend above all else. You still remember when Shiro had introduced you to Keith and how you two got off to a rocky start. But eventually, it didn't feel like it was just you and Shiro against the world anymore. Soon you had a new honorary brother in Keith. You would all ride around together on Hoverbikes and Landspeeders and you even would take Keith for milkshakes at your diner.

"Hah!" You beamed triumphantly as you swung to a halt on your hoverbike. You looked behind you now as your brother came up to a stop behind you. You laughed triumphantly as you had just beaten Shiro to your designated finish line. "I told you I could beat you!"

"I never doubted you for a second." Shiro told you proudly as he whipped the sweat from his forehead.

You looked now on the other side of you over the edge of the large cliff next to you. "So can I learn the dive now?" You blurted out quickly.

Shiro laughed warmly, "Absolutely not." He said quickly and gave you a teasing smile. "Not until I'm sure you and Keith are both ready." He explained, watching you pout in amusement.

As you were entering your teenage years and Shiro was leaving his, you two had somehow managed to grow even closer. He had come out to you over the course of your time at the Garrison. You still remember him gushing to you all about his, then crush, Adam. You were there for him when coming to terms with his feelings and there when he brought Adam home to your parents for the first time. In return he was always there for you, helping you when you were sick, giving you advice when you were down in the dumps, and he helped you through your first ever breakup.

Time was flying by so quickly and soon, you were an accomplished pilot just like your big brother, and Shiro had asked Adam to marry him. Life was just the way you liked it and you didn't think anything could ruin your wonderful relationship with Shiro. If none of the petty sibling fights you got into or even any of the serious ones could have ruined it, you didn't know what could. But, you could never forget Kerberos...

"We're back!!!" You heard a voice shout from a room over. It was the cherry voice of Lance McClain exclaiming their arrival in the castle. You began running back down the corridor to return to the lounge where you heard the voices coming from.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Hunk smiled seeing you enter the room. You saw Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Keith, and Allura all standing in the room.

"How did it go out there today?" You asked them all, subconsciously looking around for your brother. The Paladins went to a freed planet to collect some tech that was needed to help the fight against the Galra.

"We collected all the samples we needed." Pidge told you before gesturing behind her, "Coran and Shiro are unloading as we speak." She was unusually smiley, but you brushed it off as her just being happy to have new tech to work with. You were about to leave to go find Shiro when,

"(Y/N)," Keith said your name now, walking over to you, also dawning a small smile. "There's also something we brought back for you, too."

"Hey!" You heard Lance complain, "I wanted to be the one to tell (Y/N)!"

"Too bad." Keith smirked at him and the two began a small, signature squabble as they walked past towards the direction of the showers.

You looked over at Pidge and Hunk now curiously, "What are they talking about?" You asked them, furrowing your brow in thought trying to guess what on earth they could have brought you. You heard them both giggle as they refused to give you any clue before heading towards the showers as well. Your last hope was Allura.

She just looked as confused as you, "I do wonder what they had brought you as well." She said warmly before following you towards the other door the four Paladins had come from originally. As you and Allura made your way down the hallway she tried to offer you ideas as to what they could've brought you, but half the things she said you had no idea what she was talking about.

Once you reached the hangar where the Paladins had come from, you sprinted towards the Black Lion. Coran was placing small metal crates onto a floating cart and Shiro was helping him.

"Shiro, Hey!" You yelled as you got closer, Allura still following suit.

"(Y/N)!" Shiro called your name happily placing down a crate and turning towards you. You laughed as you ran into his arms, you felt him stumble a bit upon impact and you heard him chuckle.

"You really missed me that much?" He teased you as he gave you a tight squeeze before putting you back safely balanced onto your feet.

"Always do." You smiled up at him affectionately. You then cut right to the chase, "Keith said you guys brought me something!"

Shiro raised an eyebrow at you, "He did, did he?" You nodded in response and he let out another laugh. "Alright, you got me." He admitted humbly.

"Is it another crystal?" You asked excitedly. Shiro had brought you small trinkets before from the missions you didn't get to go on. The Paladins often needed your help, but sometimes when there wasn't any risk you'd just stay behind.

"It's better than that." He said mysteriously as he lead you back towards his lion.

"Is it a bigger crystal?" You asked which earned you a laugh in return.

"No... now stop guessing!" He shook his head in amusement. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Shiro instructed you, turning snd disappearing into the lion.

You looked back over to where Allura and Coran were conversing about something while you waited. Once your brother reemerged from Black, he was holding a small box that had some kind of cloth or blanket sticking out from it. You stared at the box in pure curiosity as Shiro grew closer.

"Keep your voice down," he advised as the contents of the box were nearly in full sight. "You don't want to startle him."

You were still not understanding what this could be but now you were thinking it may be alive. Despite not knowing, you listened to your brother and kept quiet. Shiro held the box further down and you saw him.

You had to hold in a squeal as you saw what Shiro had brought you. It was a small light gray ball of fluff. The creature had long droopy ears, four legs with five tiny toes on his paws. It had four small horns above his closed eyes, a pink nose and cute little pouting mouth. His chest and his face were white and he was all curled up in his long, white, fluffy tail. He sort of reminded you of a chinchilla but much more alien like.

Gasping you looked back up to Shiro, "No way..." you breathed out finally. Shiro had a large smile on his face.

"Do you like him?" He asked now, "His breed is concerned to be a loyal partner on Ormaphu. He's a traditional Ormanphian pet called a Bentorm."

"Shiro I love him!" You gushed looking back down as your sweet, little baby Bentorm.

"I'm glad, I thought you would."

When you were kids, you would always beg your parents for a pet but they never let you or Shiro get anything besides fish. Your new Bentorm was the most amazing pet you could think of! Your attention was turned back to the box when you heard him let out a soft yawn as he stretched and uncurled himself. You let out a soft aww, as he sat upright and looked up at you with big, black eyes. He looked as if he was smiling as he looked up at you, he began making a sweet chirping noise and you looked up at Shiro in amazement.

"You can pick him up." Shiro told you softly, smile still prominent on his face. You reached down and picked him up softly from his tummy, under his arms. You pulled him close to your chest and he quickly snuggled into you, smile on his cute, Bentorm face.

"From what his breeder told me, they don't get much bigger and they love riding on their owners shoulders as they get older."

"Allura!" You exclaimed, "Look what Shiro brought me!!"

Allura came over then, in the same awe that you were upon seeing him for the first time. "Is that a Bentorm?" Allura asked looking up at Shiro.

Shiro nodded and moved the box onto his hip you free one of his hands to pet the Bentorms head.

"What are you gonna call him?" Shiro asked looking back up to you.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure..."

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Hi everyone! Thanks for reading this Brother Shiro one shot! It wasn't super long but I think it's pretty cute. Shiro would be the best big brother and I hope I captured that!

Have a great day! Keep requesting please!

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silentprincess17 · 3 years

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The Perils of Swimming

This fic is a collab between me and the wonderfully talented artist @neivaloz on tumblr! Check out her awesome artwork that accompanies this fic! I love how we inspired each other and I look forward to more!

Summary: Link agrees to go swimming with Zelda when she gets her body back. He does not think this through, because there is one major problem: he can't swim.

Read on AO3 here!

Now that the sea in Aboda Village was directly in front of him, with Zelda no longer a ghost and made of flesh and skin, her promise of taking him out to swim actually a reality and not a passing comment at Papuchia Village, Link was beginning to regret the rashness with which he had said yes.

He hadn’t expected her to actually take it seriously. In the throes of the whirlwind adventure, he hadn’t anticipated she would actively remember, let alone take it to heart- it was now... four months since they had reclaimed the Ocean Realm? Which means it was roughly two months since they defeated Malladus. Towards the end, time seemed to fuse together, and life boiled down to essentially overcoming whatever barrier was in their way at the time. First it was restoring the tracks, then obtaining the Compass, followed by the Bow of Light and finally entering the Dark Realm to fight Malladus with the Lokomo Sword strapped to his back. By the time they reached the Compass, Link had more or less lost all notion of time, as Zelda and he grew progressively more panicked with each setback and it became an increasingly hectic race to save her body…

Link had chosen to stick with his engineering, primarily. He still felt he was more of a rookie soldier who only knew how to perform vague attacks that just so happened to work out in his favour, and without Zelda’s help as a Phantom he most certainly would have failed from the get-go. With that in mind, he chose to continue with what he had trained for up until now: to pilot the trains with mechanical engineering as his mainstay. Still, he didn’t want to completely lose what sword skills he had developed, so he regularly stopped at Hyrule Castle to train with Captain Russel and his guards. (The latter was really just an excuse to see Zelda before. Or afterwards. Most of the time it was both.)

And yesterday, Friday night, was one of those times he had gone to training, visiting Zelda before he supposedly went home for the weekend.

What he hadn’t expected was for her to insist on coming with him back to Aboda Village. He would never refuse her anything, and he assumed she might have wanted to meet Alfonso, or Niko, or really just visit his hometown, and he had agreed, staying at the castle that night. Zelda had long since given him a room close to hers, as a “more convenient place to stay” seeing how central the castle was to the rest of Hyrule.

Taking all that together, it was a surprise when she dragged him across to the small beach, where the sun sparkled against the deep blue sea, unclasped her belt that had the small sash attached to it, and pulled her dress off.

He gaped, before hurriedly turning away, “Zel! What are you doing?!”

“Taking my dress off silly, I’ve got my swimsuit underneath! We’re going swimming! I’ve finally, finally, caught up with the paperwork that accumulated whilst we were on our journey, and I finished my lessons in advance this week, for this reason! I know it’s not Papuchia, but there’s always a next time!”

What? Swimming? NEXT TIME?!

Nope, he had to ignore that for now. There was the issue of surviving the first-time round.

Because the idiot that he was, he couldn’t swim!

He lived in what was basically a seaside town, and yet, he couldn’t even paddle in the water, let alone swim.

He would drown as soon as the water reached higher than his neck!

“Link? It’s not too late, is it? I know it’s a little bit later than what I originally intended for when asking you, but there was just so much reordering to do in the Kingdom. Plus, you remember the whole scribing thing we had to undertake; it all took up so much more time than I expected. And then the weather was just awful this past week whenever I had some free time...”

Oh yes, he remembered the scribing. That whole incident had happened a week after their return to the castle, where Link had stayed behind both to physically recover himself from exhaustion and his wounds, and simultaneously help Zelda adjust to the land of the living.

On the first day, she had walked into so many doors and walls he thought she might have concussed herself, she regularly forgot she had to eat, and she didn’t have any fear of heights, despite the fact that falling with a body had pretty serious consequences. Consequently, Link felt honour bound to try to help her to remember she was, in fact, Hylian, and as such susceptible to many perils that she seemed to have forgotten over the course of the long months she spent as a spirit. Plus, she was very cute, and he blushed every time he felt her grip his hand excitedly, or drag his arm towards a bookshelf, or give him impromptu hugs for helping her.

Niko had cornered them after a week, wondering where Link had gotten too. When he found the two of them nibbling on sweet buns from Castle Town, a book on maps wedged firmly on their thighs, Link’s arm resting on the panel just above her shoulders; Niko had pulled a right fit. He had fussed over Link before declaring he would now create a tapestry to commemorate the newest iteration of legendary events. And that had taken the better part of two weeks to complete, and was now referred to as the “scribing” by Zelda and him.

“Link! Are you going to change your clothes or not? That’s the second reason why I didn’t drag you to Papuchia, because I forgot to tell you to pack your trunks.” She paused, “You do have trunks, right?”

No, no he didn’t. He’d just sacrifice an old pair of cargo pants he had. It would be fine. Probably. He made a vague motion towards his house, before deciding to put the Hero’s cap on. It would hopefully hold some of his hair back, and it would bring him luck on this death quest he was about to embark on.

Why?

Why did he put himself through this?

He sighed. He knew the answer.

This was all because he couldn’t say no to her.

He shuffled back into his home, Niko popping up whilst he half-heartedly opened his wardrobe and shuffled around some more. Spirits. He didn’t want to go back out. He didn’t want to admit to Zelda he didn’t know how to swim. Worse still, he didn’t want her to think badly of him for living by a seaside town, and yet, never having learnt such an essential skill.

Niko hobbled across on his cane to Link, peering around the wardrobe door.

“What’s with the long face? I thought you’d be excited, bringing the Princess over. Yes boy, I know she’s here, everyone heard the two of you enter town. It’s a small place, Link.”

He fished out an old, half-faded blue pair of shorts. “Zelda wants to go swimming, Niko.”

Niko’s eyes widened, “What? But you-”

Link slammed the wardrobe door shut with perhaps more force than necessary. “I know.”

Niko hesitated, before he placed a gnarled hand on Link’s shoulder. “I have a question for you Link… Do you know of any of Princess Zelda’s weaknesses?”

Well, that one was easy. “She’s absolutely terrified of mice. She will literally jump into my arms, or onto my back, to escape them.” He chuckled, “Even as a giant Phantom, three times my height, she couldn’t come near one.” He hesitated, thinking back to their recent conversations on her balcony under the stars, “She’s also scared of not doing well... but I guess this is a fear we all have…”

“That’s your answer then, Link.”

Huh? Why would knowing what Zelda was scared of make any difference?

“I can see you are still confused. Let me make it clearer. Did you judge the Princess for having those failings? Did you at any point think less of her?”

He vehemently shook his head, before stopping midway as it finally sunk in.

Oh.

Niko simply tapped his cane against the floor twice, before ambling off. “I’ll make some fried chicken for you both. One always gets hungry after swimming in the sea.”

Link scrambled into his shorts, and then ran out, just as Zelda walked up to meet him. “You were gone for an awfully long time, Link. I don’t want to imagine how disorganised your wardrobe is-”

The words bubbled out, “Zelda I don’t know how to swim.”

“-at least you’ve got some… are those even trunks? Well-”

“Zelda.” He grabbed her hand, shaking her arm a little, “Zelda!”

“What?”

“I don’t know how to swim.”

She stared, stupefied. “Why didn’t you say? I would have brought my floats!”

It was his turn to gape. “Floats?”

She waved her hands in the air. “You know those things you use to keep you upright in the water.” A frown grew on her face, “Wait, does everyone here not know how to swim? That’s quite dangerous! We’ll have to change that.”

She shook her head, gently clasped his hand, pulling him along, “But that’s for later. I’ll teach you today, Link, if you want?”

He nodded, and she smiled.

“Let’s start off with paddling first, and then progress to basic kicks!”

Time flew by again, as he started off gently peddling his feet in the water, arms spread out wide, head just about jutting above the water line as he hovered, suspended in the sea, for the first time. Once he’d mastered just holding his weight in the water they proceeded onto kicks. That involved first thrashing his legs whilst gripping onto the ridge of land to hold himself in place. Then he advanced to doing one leg at a time like a proper swimming pattern. Zelda wrapped her arms around his middle, and he had a go at moving both arms and legs in synchrony.

He was surprised she could carry him, “Link, I do exercise you know. I’m not just a fluffy Princess. Being a Phantom was quite the experience.”

She heaved him higher, and he spluttered in the water, thrashing his arms a bit at the unexpected heave, “I liked being strong, and being able to help you. So, I’m going to do the best I can with my current body too. You never know, it might prove useful on our next adventure!”

He could only smile. He thanked the Spirits for giving him the chance to meet Zelda. For going on their convoluted journey. For having her as his best friend.

Soon enough, she gently let go of him, and moved to interlock her fingers with his hands as she guided him through the waves, his legs doing the measured, purposeful kicks they had practised.

He was so focussed, he hadn’t at all noticed Alfonso on the shore, until he called out to them, probably wondering what Link was even doing in the water. Zelda told Link to keep on kicking his legs as she slowly walked backwards, screamed back that he was okay and that he was learning to swim. Both of them cringed as they heard Alfonso guffaw loudly and watched as he shook his head, walking off towards the station.

“Well, we’re nearly there, Link!” She loosened her grip on his left hand, moving to clasp his wrist instead, “I’m barely holding onto you! You’re doing it! You’re swimming!”

And he gave her the biggest smile he could, as she slowly let go, wading backwards, and he swam by himself towards her, for the very first time.

Suddenly, the idea of doing this again was no longer so horrifying.

What was there to worry about when he had Zelda, his partner, his best friend, by his side?

#the perils of swimming #zelink #zelink fanfic #zelink fanfiction #the legend of zelda #loz #spirit tracks #st zelink #collab #swimming #when you say yes to the girl without thinking #link is a besotted fool and that's why he said yes without thinking #silent writes

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celestial | h.rj

Summary: To attribute full sight and still have the ability to describe things to someone who's never seen them means that you've felt the world deeper than anybody else.

Word count: 2164

a/n: idk whats up with me and midnights

Renjun's first question goes like this: "What does the pool look like?"

Naturally, Jeno panics; how do you explain a pool to someone who's never seen it? He's been so used to seeing it on a daily that he didn't even pay mind to the details. He debates on describing a rectangle, and then describing the waters, and then whatever the hell his 12-year-old mind could come up with. Naturally, he fails.

For him, you saved everything that day. You grabbed Renjun's hand, intertwining your fingers before grazing the water. "Do you feel that?"

"What exactly am I supposed to feel?"

"The water. Do you feel that constant flow and the relaxing cold?" you laughed then, patient even for the moody boy. He huffs out his cheeks and nods, you let go of his hands. "That's blue, Renjun. The water reflects the sky, and a pool is like a little ocean. An ocean is like a world filled with blue."

He tries to think of it, vast and endless fields of freedom. He couldn't, though; all he's known about the sky is that it was blue, and that blue is associated with sadness. He takes advantage of the fact that someone's willing to answer his question, and he asks again, "Is it scary?"

"Mhm, for some, it is. I'll let you in a secret, come here." You nod, and then he tilts his head to the side. He hears a splash, and doesn't expect it once he hears your voice after — "I'm actually scared of swimming pools."

"Didn't you just go in?"

"No, that was Jeno. I'm here." You poked a finger on his left arm, and he could tell you're wearing that cheeky grin. His stance softens. "I'm just beside you."

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It was morning, the sun was shining and the scorching summer heat was kinder than everyone expected it to be. Somewhere around the room, Chenle and Jisung successfully trapped a sleeping Jaemin in a domino prison, Jeno's trying to convince them why this is such a bad idea and Mark is getting scolded by Hyuck. The TV fades to background noise, the plan of cooking extra pancakes long forgotten. Renjun leans his head on your shoulders, "What does the night look like?"

It felt like an odd question to ask as the sun is halfway to its peak, but Renjun's curiosity piques in no time. You hum for a bit to think, "The night is very different to a lot of people."

Very different for a lot of people... yeah, many things in the world are like that. He figured it out years ago when you told him about the swimming pools, and the airplanes, and the rollercoasters. He figured it out when you talked to him about books, when you taught him about colors, about shapes.

He still doesn't know what different looks like, and what importance it holds.

"Hyuck loves the night. You hear his laughter, right? He likes going on adventures and feeling the wind. I think, to him, the night looks like a harsh passing of the breeze you felt when we went out on a drive." He takes in your words. These days, he gets better with understanding metaphors — he learned that blue is not just a shade of sadness, and that sky doesn't always mean blue — he understands your words better. "But me... I just sleep. I don't like the night very much."

"Huh?"

"Have you ever been in a silent place, Jun?" you asked softly. "Not the silence you can fill with music. I'm talking about blank, emotionless silence; the one that echoes. The one that haunts you. The one that makes you feel alone. That's what the night looks like for me."

Renjun wanted to nod, and he wanted to say yes because he's been in that silent place for the longest time. It's all he's ever known, and it's all that he's ever seen; it's the only thing he sees — black, echoing, loud nothingness.

He didn't, though.

Instead, he asks a question, "What do you think about the night?"

"I think it's a question." comes quickly in a reply. "I still don't know how a nightmare town gives life to dreamers, but it does. It's a question I do not want to know the answer to."

Renjun knows of the stars and the sky, and you'd tried to explain their light by telling him what blinding comfort was — think of all your loneliest moments being washed away by the fire I told you about, and that's pretty much it, 'jun — and he knows of the big, gazing moon that changes shape now and then. It's what makes up most of the night, Jeno had said, so he knows that too.

What he doesn't know is why it seems so vicious to you, and what he doesn't know is that if he could see, would he have chosen to close his eyes to not witness such complex sadness.

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It's at times like this when solace blooms in his heart. The rest of the world seems to be fast asleep, but he's so awake, so aware, so alive. You sit beside him, yet again brought him to the place you and Jaemin frequents in, and he ignores the jealous feeling in his chest. It's at times like this that Renjun realizes he's falling.

"Your smile must look beautiful," he wonders out loud. "Can you please tell me how your smile looks like?"

"Me?" You replied nonchalantly. Your chuckle passes as cold as the night breeze, and he wonders how the poet would write themselves as poetry. The blankness of your words dulls the hope in his eyes, "I... don't like it. My eyes... they always look tired. I always look tired. I hate myself."

For a moment, he dwells on his thoughts — Jaemin's brought you here, and you're more frequent here together, and he's seen how you looked against the glimmering stars. Did he fall in love? Did he want to keep you all to himself, like a little secret? Did he want to kiss you until all spite of yourself vanishes from your soul? Jaemin must've, Renjun knows. He knows because even blind, he's aware of how beautiful you truly are; not only he's heard it from his friends, but he feels it strongly. He couldn't see the city lights that he's heard of so many times, but he knows you shine brighter than them.

Hell, he couldn't even see you — he couldn't even see anything, but he knows you do. He knows you are. You think he's wrong, that he's more gorgeous, but he reaches for your hands.

He doesn't know what beautiful looks like. He just knows that it's breath-taking, soul-stealing, ethereal, and you.

"I think you smile like euphoria. I think you smile like the sound of music boxes, those with lovely tunes," he says, eyes closed and breathing fast. "I think... "

'I love you.' oh, how he wished it's easy to say those words. He purses his lips. "...you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, right next to my mother."

Beside him, you chuckled and held his hands. "You're sleepy."

"I am. Right now, I'm sleepy and I know you're beautiful." He squeezes your hands, looking at the direction he knows you're at. He lets out a shaky smile, "Tomorrow, I will be wide awake and I'd still think you're stunning."

It's at times like this that Renjun realizes he's falling. It's at times like this that he fears how much he can't wait to crash.

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Renjun's biggest fear among many is that he'll never feel like this again.

He fell too hard. He fell too quickly and too harshly and he's only noticing it now when the impact makes itself known and he couldn't stand up. He knew that he was scared, he knew that he was afraid then, but only now did he know what it truly meant to be terrified; when he's sitting beside you on the roof, feeling the wind pass by, and he couldn't help but wonder what if it's not us, but I can never love the person meant for me because they're not you?

It's a silly thing, maybe. He did not believe in many things and fate is not one of the few he believed in. He thinks that love is something you choose for yourself — it's something you decide on your own. He thinks that the only problem in 'not being made for each other' is that you relied too much on what the stars wrote, and didn't write your story on your own. What even are these stars, aside from unknown giant speckles of light? Why should they decide someone's life?

He adores them, he knows, and now he can't help his curiosity: "How do the stars look like tonight?"

"They're bright. Very bright."

He swoons at the content sigh you let out before speaking, and he lets himself indulge. It's at moments like this when he lets himself feel, where he relishes in the adoration he nestles.

"They ought to be," he whispers to himself. "They gotta be bright if they're trying to outshine you."

Giggles fades to laughter, and genuine words burn forced. He could almost taste the bitterness of your words, "You haven't seen me."

Does he need to?

"I don't need to," he concludes. "There's so much more to you than what I couldn't see."

Because it's true. All those years you held this something in you, a piece of an old soul and an unknown heavenly something you ignored just so you could spite yourself. You had this way with words, this certain understanding of the world that he's never found in someone else. Renjun thinks that to attribute full sight and still have the ability to describe things to someone who's never seen them means that you've felt the world deeper than anybody else, and to know that the world is cruel but still choose to keep your eyes open is something that should be admired.

Right now, you're the closest to him you've ever been, and he bathes in the feeling of your lips hovering above his.

"I'm a mess, Huang Renjun."

"You're an art in progress," he whispers back, eyes fluttering shut as you close what little distance you have left. "But even half-made, you're a masterpiece."

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If somebody asked Renjun if he ever saw this coming, he'd say "Why the fuck would you even ask me that question?"

Alright, jokes aside, never in his mind did he think life would turn out this way. First of all, a lot of unexpected things have already happened, but he's stubborn so of course, that doesn't convince him. He should've felt it coming, but of course, he refused to. After all, why would he even think of his best friend laying beside him on his bed, talking about random things all night in every way domestic? Why would he even think of you two being together, whispering sweet nothings to each other? He's guilty of doing those, yes, but that doesn't mean that he knows the answer. In a spur of the moment decision, he asks another question — "Why'd you choose me?"

"You're the only one who wanted me—IT'S A JOKE! Hey, hey, I was only kidding," you laugh, finding so many things entertaining about the fact that he's unamused. He preens at the soft kiss you placed on the edge of his lips, and then even more when you whisper, "You're the only one I wanted."

Normally, this is where his heart would do those weird flips and antics. This is the time where he'd feel like he's in another world, like he's invincible and oh so lucky to be thoroughly adored by the person he loves so much.

It's only that sometimes, Renjun feels unreasonable. He's sensitive and insecure and it's so much easier to find flaws in himself than to appreciate the things that made him who he is. Sometimes, he needs to ask some things he's not exactly sure of, things much like: "Even with... even with my eyes... like this?"

And it's you, and it's never dull when it's with you, everything is always beautiful and poetic. He doesn't know where that voice was coming from, but he hears it in his mind, and it tells him to trust you.

A butterfly kiss on each of his eyelids. A hand warm on the top of his hands. The rain pours heavily outside but it's muffled enough that it's calming, and all that he can think of is warm, so warm, so loved. You hold your foreheads close and keep them close for seconds, before you press a soft kiss on his lips, "Your eyes are beautiful, my love."

And for once, Renjun's not afraid to ask — "How do they look like?"

Beautiful and so much more.

"As if something straight out of a magical dream, because you are. You are magical," you whisper, breathing in slow intervals. "You are the closest to celestial a human could be."

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HP FESTS: For The Love of Fests (Part 1)

Love at Second Sight January 2021:

Second Time's the Charm by floorcoaster - T, one-shot - The first time Hermione sees Draco Malfoy again, she's in for a surprise.

Influence by Misdemeanor1331 - G, one-shot - Draco and Hermione bump into each other at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Draco thinks it’s a chance encounter. Hermione knows it’s anything but.

The Love Boat by Seakays - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger and her two best friends are embarking on a week long "Divorced Magicals" Cruise. Hermione took advantage of the Cruise's pre cruise chat room, where she met Scorly1203. After six months of texting, she has agreed to meet him on the first day of the cruise. Could she really find a second chance at love on the Lido Deck?

Second Time Lucky by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - During a trip to Weasley Wizard Wheezes, what do you do when presented with a second chance?

In Vino Veritas by beautyberry - M, one-shot - "Granger?" he asked disbelievingly. "Malfoy?" she asked, "What are you doing here?" Rated M for mentions of sex.

The Art of Second Chances by Blessedindeed - not rated, one-shot - A chance encounter at the museum brings up unresolved feelings

What Lies Beyond the Light by SlytherinHermione - M, one-shot - The thing about prisons is that it tends to change a you. The person you were when you went in, will not be the person that comes out. Sometimes for the better, oftentimes for the worst. For Draco Malfoy, the scales were tipped when a certain lawyer forced themselves onto his case with the start of one letter. A letter that turned into the type of correspondence where you end up baring your soul to a stranger. A stranger that ends up knowing every little part of you, from the darkest corners, to the sunniest fields - while barely knowing you at all. But then again, Hermione Granger was never really a stranger to begin with.

Silly Love Songs February 2021:

This Beauty By My Side by Amarillis39 - M, one-shot - My entry to the Silly Love Songs Fest. ____ "But as he watched her glide through the crowd, he decided he would take every second she would give him. Worthy or not, he was still a selfish git." ___ It's another stuffy gala at the Ministry and Draco is overcome with conflicting feelings as he watches Hermione in her element.

The Light That You Shine by SlytherinHermione - M, one-shot - Draco was adrift. All around him was an endless, unforgiving ocean, dull and grey in colour. The waves kept crashing in on him. Back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes he felt like he’d been cursed to remain like a graying tower, alone on the sea. This all changed on a random cold winter day and a bright light. Because what followed the light was as unexplainable as the feeling of calm that suddenly enveloped him. He felt a twinge of something that he couldn’t explain. On the other side of the sidewalk stood Hermione Granger, more beautiful than he could remember, locking eyes with him for a second, as if she herself was caught with him inside of this time bubble filled with light and large, fluffy snowflakes. And with a blink of an eye, she walked the other way, as if this was just another Monday. As if she hadn’t just turned Draco's world up-side down. The tumultuous oceans that surrounded his untethered soul were full of waves, but now of a different kind.

Discord by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - “I’ve seen your darkest, and it doesn’t scare me. You’ve become something so much more.” She placed a gentle kiss on his jaw. “I love you, dark and all.”

Time to Spare by Willowfairy - M, one-shot - Draco gets drunk enough to finally tell Hermione how he really feels, and once he starts talking he finds it impossible to stop.

Sometimes When We Touch by sodamnrad - T, one-shot - What if Hermione and Draco were dating when he took the Dark Mark? Submission for the Silly Loves Songs Mini-Fest One shot | Draco's POV | Sixth Year

To Be With You by Blessedindeed - not rated, one-shot - Her ability to show forgiveness intrigues him. Draco finds he has a soft spot for Hermione.

Masquerade March 2021:

Punch Line by tygermine - E, one-shot - Hermione seems to hide behind multiple masks.Draco wants to remove them all.

A Deadly Dance by MykEsprit - T, one-shot - An unexpected guest arrives at the ball. Dramione.

Ask it of Me by WritingFicariously - T, one-shot - Hermione has always had the ability to chase away demons, the darkness that twists his mind into believing he is not good, never enough. She sees and knows every part of him. But Draco has always kept one thing from her, one secret that he never dared say aloud. Until he did.

A Masquerade of Body and Soul by Annav94 - M, one-shot - She’s here to escape the reality, to break the rules. She is here to break the rules because all rules have only given her, is false hope. She turns her head and her eyes meet his. He’s there for the catch of the night. And while he finds himself smirking, smiling at the unforeseen turn of event, he wonders if truly Hermione Granger is flirting in a room full of witnesses with none other than himself - the infamous Draco Malfoy.

Imbolc by CosmicCthulhu - G, one-shot - Hermione celebrates the beginning of spring for the first time, years after the war. She's not the only one who wants a fresh start.

Suit Up by calico_kitten - M, 2 chapters - Gawain Robards has cooked up a new idea for the Departmental Hallowe'en Ball: comic book hero disguises!

This Mask I Wear by SlytherinHermione - T, one-shot - This mask I wear feels cool on my skin. I slip it on, and the act is ready to begin.Safety. Protection. Freedom.

Lover of Fiction April 2021:

3 Words, 8 Letters by sodamnrad - T, 2 chapters - “Do you like me?” Draco’s flitty looks, his tart remarks about her feelings for Blaise, the way he’s following her around instead of chasing an eligible witch who isn’t pining over his friend is extremely telling.“Define like.”Her mouth unhinges. No effing way. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”“How do you think I feel?” He glares at her. “I haven’t slept. I feel sick like there’s something in my stomach, fluttering.” He presses a hand against his belly, as if he’s experiencing the sensation at this very moment.“Butterflies?” she deadpans. “No. No, no, no this cannot be happening.”“No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.” He gestures to himself, lifting his chin tersely.“Draco, you know that I adore all of Earth’s creatures and the metaphors that they inspire,” she says as her hand forms a crushing fist, “but the butterflies have got to be murdered.”---Draco & Hermione: Their Story (2000s TV Drama Style)Dual POV | 2 Shot | Idiots in Love

The Ambition by In_Dreams - M, one-shot - After ten years at sea, Captain Hermione Granger has a ship and a crew of her own. But one of her new crew mates is a blacksmith from her past. Dramione Pirates AU.

Jitters by TheMourningMadam - M, one-shot - This was written for the Lovers of Fiction mini fest for April. Thank you to QuinTalon for being a gracious host in this fest.My prompt was Jamie and Claire Fraser from Outlander. If you have never seen Outlander, why not? You at least need to watch their first time to see some hot and bewildered Jamie. This is a tiny snapshot into what would be a much larger story, so please take it at face value.Also, I finished this story right at the wire, so didn't have time for a beta. All mistakes are obviously my own and I apologize. Bold sentences are word for word from the tv show.

I Meant Something Like That by CharliPetidei - M, WIP - “You know what’s funny?” said Hermione, crossing her ankles and leaning forwards on the slightly peeling leather sofa. “When I first saw your advert online… I thought you were Hufflepuffs.” The three men opposite her exchanged glances, and then the tall, platinum blond one (it had to be dyed, right?) with the funny name leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. Draco, that was it. “You thought we were what?” A New Girl Dramione AU.

The One Where Everyone Finds Out - Dramione Edition by Annav94 - T, WIP - Don’t we all know what happened when Phoebe finds out about Monica and Chandler in season 5 of Friends? Well, what would then happen if it was Draco and Hermione to be discovered by Pansy? Would then Theo try to calm her down, in the hope that she would stop screaming so his boyfriend (Harry bloody Potter, of all people) would be prevented from finding out about them is such crude way? And would Blaise go along with the scheme the two Slytherins would come up with to push the new couple to expose itself or will he be done with all the ‘pretending’ of not knowing, when he knew all along?Stay with me on this journey called: ‘The One Where Everyone Finds Out - Dramione Edition’.

The Dragon's Moving Castle by SlytherinHermione - T, WIP - Hermione Granger had accepted that her life wasn't going to be a great big adventure.She wasn't particularly beautiful, or interesting, and she hadn't been born with magic like her sisters. Really, she was just as plain as could be.One day though, a castle was seen rolling around the hills near her town.Not long after, she met a strange, handsome, and mysterious man.And she was cursed by the Wicked Witch of the Wasteland.Perhaps life was an adventure after all.

Lanky Brunettes with Wicked Jaws by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - “You’ve got types?”“Only you darling.” He put his hand under her chin and brought her around to face him. He pulled her close with his arm held tight against her. His head to the side of her own, he grinned. “Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.” A gentle kiss placed against her jaw. She smiled, a blush prettying her cheeks as she pulled back.

Reader, I Married Him by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - “Why must you?” he questioned as he pulled himself forward, using the rough pads of his fingers he gently touched under her chin, dragging her gaze to his own. “You know why!” She wrenched her chin from his grasp. “You are to be married, Malfoy.”

This fest is ongoing.

#fests/exchanges/challenges #for the love of fests

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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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An Educational Favour VII

ENDING!

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, risotto x reader alone finally, interc0urse, soft, romantic, intimate, face riding, scent kink? a little, squirting (kind of), ris is a service top don’t @ me, aftercare with ris, u can read into what risotto is trying to say/do readers 👀

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PART VII: 🖤Risotto🖤

It took some time to finally assess what you’d learned over the span of time since starting your educational adventure with your colleagues. After every session you had been left with your own thoughts, albeit in a haze, but it gave you time to relax and reflect. Illuso taught you to be confident and ask for what you want and shy Pesci made you put those communication skills to good use as you received one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. Damn that man has some great skills; it still makes you shudder to think back to your thighs clamped around his face, trembling in pleasure. Ghiaccio showed you how fun it could be to be hammered into the mattress while also desperately trying to make your capo feel good. Unlike Formaggio, who let the slow tempo take over and took his time to make you feel amazing. Then Melone who wasn’t afraid to get involved with Risotto as well, to let inhibitions go and indulge together. And your last, Prosciutto, showing you what it takes to handle being an obedient sub, which may or may not have gone just as rough as you had hoped. It had been very educational to say the least but it also made you realise how much you appreciated Risotto’s care. He’d been there the whole way through, getting his needs met in a different way, building up even more patience and strength. Maybe that’s what he’d taught you: sometimes the wait is worth it. And oh God did you want the wait to be over! It had been a month since your last lesson, the roughest so far, and you ached to be intimate again. This time with the very man you’d been craving since the start: Risotto.

For a while you pondered if you should just ask one of your teammates to help satiate that yearning, but it felt unfair. Everyone’s had their fun with you, except Risotto. So you remained patient, sure that your broody capo was very busy and trying to find the right time to squeeze you into his packed schedule. But the days kept dragging on, every call for a meeting squashing your hopes and desires when its subject was merely a new hit.

Over the few weeks you had been waiting you tried your very best to go the extra mile; willingly taking on a big chunk of paperwork so Risotto didn’t have to work such long nights, cleaning up his office, bringing him drinks and snacks throughout the day. It didn’t go unnoticed or unappreciated but his thanks were never more than just the word and a nod. He tried to hide his usual broody manner from lifting when you were around. His shoulders would relax and the tight grip on his pen would ease up, that little crease knitting his lovely brows together becoming ever so slightly less dented as he could breathe a soft sigh of relief with you near. Of course he won’t tell, or rather show you just how much he appreciates all you do for him; at least not yet.

If Risotto was truthful to himself, the wait wasn’t a planned one. Work kept piling up and your tired capo needed every bit of rest he could grasp. Knowing how good and obedient you had been with Prosciutto, Risotto knew you could handle it; well at least a bit. Your dark eyed superior wasn’t planning on anything as extreme as the former session, quite the opposite actually. He needed it to be perfect: the right day, the right mood and the right time.

And if your capo was being even more truthful to himself, his thoughts were starting to turn on him. He would be your last lesson. And the last of his men that had already quite successfully showed you how well they could indulge that eager curiosity. The final. The pressure of having to somehow top all other orgasms, top all other deep thrusts and caresses… it nagged at his mind. Pulling at the smallest insecurities that he’d freeze up when he finally had you all to himself. That he won’t be as amazing as your depraved fantasies had conjured him up to be. Even your lovely smile, your eyes that glimmered and had fireworks sparking behind them with every quick glance could only ease his mind so much.

The great Risotto Nero doubted his own expertise. The imposing, brooding, domineering capo fighting his very own powerful battle under that silly little jingly hat. Oh, what have you done to him?

For once you weren’t busy, lounging on the couch in the shared living room resting next to Melone. He’s become a bit of a confidant since your night with him, lending his ears so you could air any of your worries and more than gladly airing his own to you. Along with lots of jokes and talks late into the night, the whole ordeal had brought you closer to the usually more emotionally distant man. He’d opened up a lot more which you greatly appreciated since he’d already known so much about you.

At the moment you were just enjoying your rest, the tv in the background offering ambient noise as you nearly drifted off from the relaxed atmosphere, still a bit tired from your previous hit that strained your body. Melone idly talked about anything and nothing, the cadence of his smooth voice bringing you closer and closer to sleep. Your eyes fluttered shut for what felt like mere seconds but as it turns out you’d been taking a nap for a little while.

You were roused from the comfort of slumber by strong arms holding you close to their owner’s chest which felt well built and defined. They felt somewhat familiar in your haze, not sure if it was Melone. Too tired to really care you mumbled some indiscernible babbling, trying to thank whoever it was that so kindly laid you down on your bed.

Wait. This wasn’t your bed, the covers felt satiny, too soft and slippery to be your own thick comforter you liked to huddle in. It smelled completely different too. It smelled like… Risotto. You turned and breathed into the soft pillow, moaning in satisfaction as his smell engulfed your senses making your head feel even foggier. If you could bathe in it, you gladly would. Drenched in the most wonderful essence that clouded your thoughts in a hazy bliss.

“Mhh Ris? S’that you?” you mumbled sweetly as you came up for air, slowly opening your eyes again to assess the room you were currently in. You sat up a little, supported on your elbows, blinking at the darker hues of his surprisingly monochromatic interior. Furniture remained a dark stained wood, nearing a cool black while the walls were kept a light grey offering a lighter feel to the heavier placements of his blocky closet and bed. It was simple and straightforward, offering a seeming simplicity that contained more than it let on.

The room only lit by the soft light of the setting sun that streamed through his thinly veiled windows. As you scanned the room for any sign of him you felt a large figure loom right next to you, a little ways past the square bedside table. “Oh there you are.” A small smile gracing your lovely features, eyes meeting his darker ones that glistened with a certain excitedness you hadn’t seen before. Risotto was getting easier to read as time went on, small hints becoming clearer to his mood and thoughts, leading you to connect the dots on your own.

“All my meetings got cancelled for the day. Our boss had a sudden personal emergency.” his voice rang out even deeper than usual, the sound shivering through your core and straight into the slick building between your thighs. There was a certain relieved salacious hint to his tone, indicating it was finally time to get ravished. The long wait was finally over.

Heat rushed to your cheeks in abandon as the realisation set in. Risotto moved from his previous spot to cage you in his form, denting the mattress further with his added weight. His domineering figure offered no way out from under him, a dark gaze glued to yours as he drank in your expression. So cute and flustered, eyes wide in anticipation, a single touch could melt you. Risotto’s previous anxieties and insecurities were hushed and silenced by your innocent little stare, reminded of just how much he wanted you. Somehow you had still retained a sliver of chasteness, even after your trail of debauchery.

You swallowed thickly, too intoxicated and mesmerised by the realisation of the situation to initiate any further action. Even now you’d gladly wait for your patient capo to strike. “Wh-what are we doing today, Risotto?” Throat starting to feel dry under his continued glare, afraid to lick your plump lips to wet them again.

Risotto inched closer, his beautifully angular jaw relaxed of any previous stress moving ever closer to meet you just a breath away. Lingering over your lips he breathed in gently, as if sniffing his favourite cabernet sauvignon, basking in its essence but only for it to be yours. The one he’s smelled over and over but could never fully take in, for it was never yours alone, there was always another muddling your true essence.

“So sweet…” he mumbled, his breath tickling your lips that ached to meet his, to finally get engulfed by the man you’d craved for so long. Deciding to take a sip, sampling his sweet summer wine, his lips finally met yours. They were soft, softer than expected. Even more unexpected is how carefully he moved them against yours. For a moment he roamed cautiously as if to make sure this was really happening. You were glad he kept his pace slow, his deep kiss nearing a full short circuit of all your brain functions.

Never had you felt this before, an act so common making you feel like you’d entered the gates of heaven itself to be engulfed by anything you’d ever dreamed of. You matched his tempo, letting his tongue linger between your lips, offering a way in if he so liked. And he did, moving it with similar care and motivation, tenderly taking the lead but only to please you further. A moan escaped into his mouth, vibrating through him while your hand reached up to caress the side of his face, into his hair. He’d already forgone his usual hat, letting his silvery locks roam free. He leaned into your touch, gently rubbing a small thumb across his cheekbones and jawline. Mapping out his features in case you’d ever forget.

It made him break his kiss, slowly letting your head fall back into the pillow, admiring how plump your lips had gotten and how he’d love for them to never leave his again. No words were needed to communicate, your bodies told stories and iliads by themselves like they had been doing it for ages.

You both regained your breaths, continuing to drink up each other's flustered expressions. He looked so at ease, so at home, it made you wish he could feel like this forever. As if you weighed nothing more than a feather, he curled his arms beneath you and hoisted you up into him, cradling you and letting you wrap your legs around his hips.

To your surprise he fell onto his back, returning to his lustrous dark satin sheets with you resting on his hips. He never for a moment looked smaller or any less in charge, leading the way of your movements, knowing just what to do and how it could please you. You felt yourself get more and more excited as time went by. Your core feeling ready to explode before much was even done. You rested your hands on his chest, feeling his large length strain against his trousers, a reminder of your final challenge.

Your cheeky streak never left you, not even in this thick heavy fog of desire that seemed to permeate your very beings. You shifted in your seat to rub your clothed wetness against his aching length. The movement alone made him slightly hitch his breath, eyebrow twitching up in a playful manner to ask if you knew what type of game you’d gotten yourself into. You smirked back to let him know just how ready you’ve been to start, commencing once again with a snap of your hips. The move itself making you shiver out a moan as his girth slid perfectly between your folds, rubbing deliciously against your sore clit.

It was as if the sound awakened a new sense of hunger in the man underneath you, his eyes glazed over in lust knowing that his cock made you mewl so sweetly. That only he could truly satisfy that hunger you’ve been trying to satiate with his teammates. The thought alone made his cock twitch, springing him back into action with a great need to hear you whimper out his name.

He lifted himself up to meet your cute little face again, a sit up so casual like it caused his muscled core no effort. You couldn’t help yourself, bringing your lips back to his for a hurried kiss, a quick one to settle the craving. “Get undressed, you’re riding my face.” he demanded, kissing your jaw. His voice so closely against your neck sending yet another jolt of pleasure straight through you. Walls clenching around nothingness and awaiting his tongue.

You quickly undressed, discarding your clothes as fast as possible while trying not to look all too desperate, which was quite difficult because of his previous order to ride his face. He took off his top slow and deliberate, letting you gawk at his muscled arms and torso as they contorted. Risotto bathed in the attention, normally not one to overtly want people to stare or to crave others’ attention that much. But watching your eyes rake over his torso, your eager little glint shining brighter than any light in the room only made him want to indulge you more.

For now he’d keep his trousers on, taking in your lovely form that sat on his hips. Your plush thighs spilling over him so invitingly, the curve of your sides leading the way to your breasts that lay sweetly against your ribcage, nipples stiffened from all the excitement. He wanted to cherish every single bit of you, give every patch of soft skin the attention it deserved. If he was lucky enough he’d get the time today, and many times after to complete that wish.

It didn’t feel embarrassing to let him stare at you, his crimson eyes were so gentle when they took you in, engraving every curve and mound into his memories. Surprised that there could be even more appreciation for you than previously thought.

Risotto’s large hand reached for your hip, taking in your shape and giving it a soft knead, as if to feel how pliable you were. His touch made your skin tingle, heated sparks spreading in pools around his digits. His other hand moved parallel, assessing the very handles he’ll be holding onto in a minute. “Come on then.” he smirked up at you, his dimple presenting itself so cutely. You felt like you could pass away at how adorable his smutty request was and how casual it felt to talk to your capo in such a way. Any shame or embarrassment just simply not invited to this party.

You did as you were told, positioning yourself right above his face, caging in his head like you’d done before to dear Pesci. Maybe today you’d writhe and moan in such pleasure again, the naughty thoughts sinking you down without Risotto even needing to guide you. It made him chuckle deeply into you as his mouth met your dripping folds, the ripples of his voice tickling you.

He began to lap at you, drinking up all of your sweet essence like it was his last glass of beloved cabernet. His tongue moving with the same care as before, tracing around your clit before giving it a suck with his lips, the aching bud of nerves already hardened with pleasure. You moaned at his ministrations, clamping your thighs while he worked you, bucking your hips rhythmically; setting a comforting pace. Risotto moved in tandem, holding onto your hips like before but gripping them tighter with his large palms, fingers digging into your gorgeous form. Hot breaths swiped at your mound, a dragon breathing steam out of his nose while he softly grunted into you. You felt even more slick trickle down, glad to hear him let go like he has before and not be afraid to be heard. You loved hearing how much he was enjoying himself.

Just like many times before, heat started rising, orgasm near and bringing in tsunamis of pleasure that crashed wildly at your insides, your head reaching new heights of haziness. “Fuck Risotto-” you got out the words between ragged pants and mewls, feeling your walls tighten around his tongue that would dip in from time to time to skillfully work inside. “M gonna come sh-it!” you hunched over to grasp at the sheets for any semblance of support, no place to hold onto the bed frame since it was just out of reach. As you snapped your hips a few more times, Risotto focussing all his attention on working you into a dizzying orgasm, you came on his face. A new sensation washing over you along with the pleasure of your peak, a gushing of sorts that made you moan out his name even louder while your legs trembled around his head.

The silken fabric was too soft, not giving you any grip whatsoever, having to support yourself on your hands while sparks rippled through every crevice of your being. And Risotto had no plans of stopping, keeping up his pace and gladly licking up all your juices, having felt him growl into you when you gushed over his face. You had stopped rocking now, too focused on remaining seated; panting and trying your best not to collapse into the mattress as he kept eating you out.

Risotto ingrained every single bit of your movements and the way he could make you squirm and tremble under his attention. How you yelped out his name during worn breaths, how your thighs and core were overheating from pleasure. He was making you feel this way and no one else for once. At this moment his only job was to make you come again, knowing how quickly you could be urged into your next orgasm if he just kept going. You weren’t the only one learning stuff on this educational favour.

With another strong swirl and suck on your overstimulated clit, your second orgasm was brought on. It made you fall onto the mattress, twitching as you lifted your hips away from his face to catch your breath. The cool air offering some sort of relief while your walls anxiously clasped around empty space. Risotto could finally breathe properly again, not that he wished to be doing anything other than servicing you, cursing his lungs for needing air. His chin and mouth were completely covered in your abundant slick; something he took in pride.

You slowly moved off of him completely, chests both rising and falling deeply. The only sound filling the room was that of your combined heavy breathing. For a moment laying there, relishing in the ambience of pleasure, realising that you were getting what you had wanted. You felt relieved, thankful that he’d made you wait because somehow it made it all the better. And getting in some experience certainly helped too.

“Please fuck me.” you plainly said, reminded of the first time you’d asked him and how nervous you felt, all of that gone now. You heard him breathe out a chuckle, making you turn your head to see why he thought it so amusing of you to ask such a thing. “What’s so funny Risotto?” you asked, smiling at his glistening lower face, wiping off the remainder with his sheets. You’ll just wash them later.

“You still think I’ll just fuck you.” he replied as casually as you’d asked. His facade did not let on any sort of humouring which made your stomach sink and eyes widen. What? Was he not going to fuck you? Your thoughts started spiralling into a panic, propping yourself up to question him further. But you couldn’t even do so, with one swift move he was back on top of you, caging you underneath him with that crimson glare boring through yours.

“I won’t just fuck you gattina.” he intoned, delicately moving a strand of hair back in place while speaking. He leaned back in close now, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he breathed out. “We’re going to make love. It’s your last lesson.” he purred, starting a trail of soft wet kisses from your jawline all the way down to your neck and collarbones. You still remained shocked, at least glad that he didn’t mean to reject you.

You were stumped. All that was somehow still a very smooth move despite scaring the actual shit out of you. You huffed out a relieved laugh now too. “You scared me for a second, Ris!” He was steadily working his way down to your chest, letting him take one of your breasts into his hand to knead it and sucking on the pert nipple of the other. His grip was strong but still careful, making sure to massage them just enough to hear your breath hitch. “I’d never leave you hanging high and dry. Unless you’d want me to.” you could feel him smile against your skin; the mischievous bastard. You playfully tugged at his silver locks, dark eyes shooting you a gorgeous smile that pierced right through you and melted your heart. He really was a bastard!

Your heart had settled back into its place, ready to continue and forget all about the short little panic he’d caused you. Guess that was just a bit more payback for testing his patience and strength throughout the sessions.

Risotto halted his succession of pecks right above your ribs, planting a trail where your bra usually made its home and planted a few more wet kisses over the indents that still marked your skin. Like his lips would make them fade and replace them with a loving memory of his touch. You could only stare at his deliberate movements, enamoured by the way he gently held onto your sides while he kissed you sweetly. You were squirming under him, trying your best to not ask him again to plow you into the mattress because by now you knew better; he’ll get to it. Eventually.

You sighed in satisfaction when he stopped, his thick fingers now moving downwards just above your mound. He ghosted over the area, digits barely felt which made goosebumps rise all over, a small yelp leaving your lips at the soft graze. He moved further down, dipping between your soaking folds carefully, avoiding any touch to your overworked bud which still ached to be stimulated again. A single finger slid inside your amply drenched hole now, pumping in and out of you at a slow pace.

Risotto looked up at you, meeting that expression he so loved to see. Lips slightly parted, a soft wet sheen over your forehead from your orgasms, cheeks that remained heated and puffy from arousal. With every thrust he heard a soft moan escape, eyes crinkled shut while he hit further and deeper inside of you with every push. The way your eyes shot open again as he entered another finger, the thickness of them stretching you open further. It felt amazingly tender to have him take all the time he needed - you needed- to adjust to his size.

Your soaked walls clenched and squelched around him, accepting more and more, ready for the precise thing you had been waiting to receive. He hadn’t been paying your sensitive clit any mind, the only focus on working you open. But the way his fingers curled, now three of them joined inside, tickling the most pleasurable spot nestled in your walls you let go and groaned loudly as he made you near another orgasm, head heavy and lost in a thick fog. He didn’t let you come however, feeling how your walls had quickened their grasp on his fingers and how your chest heaved and how those moans and groans sounded so desperate.

He moved himself out of you slowly, creeping up closer over you again and letting his coated fingers rest on your lips. Your eyes met again, glazed over in lust and a deeper craving to be even closer to him, those dark ones so trained on every small contortion and crease of your expression. You opened your mouth to receive them, suckling at the digits and lapping up your own juices with determination. Even propping yourself up a little to better your licks and sucks, eager to work him clean.

Risotto felt like he could burst, your tongue working with a focus that you couldn’t offer last time you had your mouth wrapped around him; too busy being fucked into oblivion on both ends. Satisfied with your cleaning he took them out of your mouth and kissed you again. Deeply and tenderly, tasting each other and your essence on his lips as tongues danced around. It was enrapturing to indulge so much but you were both ready to finally have his large leaking cock inside of you. He promptly discarded his trousers, his leaking head and impressive shaft bobbing as he got ready for you. The image alone never failed to surprise you, making your mouth water in anticipation.

“I’ve waited for this so long. Please don’t hold back, Ris.” you sighed as he kept you on your back, legs being spread open and moved up and wide with your knees bent closer to your chest. More than enough room to accommodate the man and his daunting length, the air no longer fresh or cooling; too heavy with the scent of lust and the heat of the moment. Risotto clasped both of your wrists in one of his hands, his large palms comfortably holding them and reaching them above your head where he held them pressed into the mattress. He leaned over you now, once again capturing you under him in a way that felt so protective and safe, the place where he’d take care of you and cherish every single moment pleasing you.

The familiar tip of his leaking member grazing just outside your hole, leaning at the entrance. Somehow the feeling made you tremble, the fires burning between your thighs lapping flames against him. “Oh I won’t hold back, you’re going to feel every single inch of me.” his wordiness surprised you, the way his deep voice carried making you weak.

His other hand supported his weight beside your head, letting his hips do all the work of carefully pressing deeper into you. The intrusion made you gasp, his head welcomed by your previously stretched walls. Wailing as he slowly inched further and further. He stopped every couple seconds, groaning deeply between heavy breaths, so vocal in how good you fit around him; so warm and inviting. “Cazzo you feel so good-” he muttered under his breath, starting to pump in and out of you, not even fully sheathed yet.

Being so stretched out, hitting every single spot and hidden pleasure-centers made you see stars, eyes pinched shut and squirming under his firm grasp on your wrists. It felt even better than you could ever imagine. He was perfect, made just for you and you for him. The final puzzle piece clicking in place.

When he finally buried himself inside of you, a thrust paced and calculated as to not hurt you in any way, his tip brushed against your cervix sending shivers down your body as you yelped at the sensation. He paused again, letting you pulse around him, feeling every contortion of your core. “Please keep going Risotto, please-” you whimpered, opening your eyes again to beg with a pleading gaze. Of course he can’t deny you, he’s never been able to.

Set back in action he started a steady rhythm, hips rolling his cock inside you with ease. Every single thrust brushing against your g-spot sending wave upon wave of pleasure through you. At this point no one was being quiet, much to your delight. His deep grunts and moans awakening a need to hear them on repeat every single day of your life. It only egged him on to hear you wailing, tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes while he continued. Completely lost in ecstasy, not a single thought in either of your heads other than this moment.

You felt your orgasm earn footing again, his cock reaching so deep and right. Feeling you clasp around him so often only made him twitch, getting close too and all too focused on making you come again before he can spill. “Touch yourself, I want to feel you come on my dick- You’re so beautiful.” He groaned desperately when you clenched even harder around him, his words affecting you greatly. He freed your wrists, letting his other hand support himself as well, letting him deepen his thrusts even further with the added grip.

You toyed your clit with vigour, your folds soaked with your slick letting you increase your pace. Desperate for your orgasm to wash over you while Risotto increased his speed as well. Chasing your peaks together, you reached it first. You could only mumble something that vaguely resembled Risotto’s name at this point, over and over like a mantra that lead your orgasm on. You felt yourself gush over his length again, dripping down onto his already soiled sheets. As you pulsed and writhed riding the waves of it to shore, Risotto followed suit. With a loud guttural groan you felt him tense up and twitch, releasing inside of you with languid spurt of his warm come. His thrusts slowed and sputtered as he kept coming. For a man of his expertise and experience, this was the first time someone had made him come this hard. Well, it was the first of many things he’s experienced with you.

Both breathing heavily as he stopped, resting above you and eyes opening again to adoringly stare at each other's satisfied faces. His eyes held a certain emotion he hadn’t let himself show before; he needn’t use words. You smiled back at him, that goofy satisfied one he always looked forward to seeing after a session, communicating back that you shared his sentiment.

As soon as he pulled out you felt so dreadfully empty again but never have you felt more full on a different level. That hunger that gnawed at you before now finally satiated (even if just for tonight). You had gotten what you wanted and so much more. The look on Risotto’s face told you much the same for him as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms where you nuzzled his sweaty chest. You placed tired kisses on him, basking in his soft caresses over your shoulders and into your neck where he gently massaged your scalp. You melted into his touch, sighing deeply and feeling your sleepiness settle in again. “Thank you Risotto. For everything. I… I really appreciate all you’ve done for me.” you admitted, listening to his heartbeat settle with your head pressed against it, drawing circles into his biceps with your finger.

“I wasn’t sure at first but I’m glad we did it. All of it. It might be strange to say but-” he sighed as he planted another kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m proud of you.” he felt relief wash over him for finally having said what he’d wanted to for so long. It may have been such an unusual thing to have gone through together but he really was proud of you. For always being open minded and learning along the way, for getting what you wanted and even bringing the squad closer together since commencing the journey.

Sat between his legs, enjoying the warmth of the water and letting small bubbles fizz at your skin while you let Risotto massage your scalp. He worked the shampoo through your locks with care and purpose as you sat there, eyes closed, head tilted back, fully enjoying the moment. Having him with you as you regained your senses felt so wonderful, usually doing it by yourself as Risotto retreated in the past. But now was his turn to take care of you like he’d wanted. He washed your limbs, running the washcloth soaked in your favourite scented body wash over every plane of skin. Giggling as he paid extra attention to your breasts. “They need cleaning too.” he mumbled playfully. It was like you’d opened up a whole other side to your capo, finally showing slivers of his more vulnerable side, not afraid to let you in.

In return you washed his hair too, scratching and circling every spot that made him putty in your hands. You don’t think he’s ever been this relaxed before. You traced the lines of his muscles, mapping out dividing routes and connecting them again only to break off and discover new ones.

Perhaps staying in the bath a bit too long as you both pruned up, digits crinkled like raisins. Dressed back in the most comfortable clothes you owned, Risotto and you went out into the shared headquarters again. You felt renewed and somehow a bit changed since last walking through these halls. Everyone was seated at the long dinner table that faced the kitchen, talking loudly and passing plates and scooping up helpings of pasta and sauce. Their noise dissipating once you and Risotto entered, eyes now pointed towards your direction and following as you both took your usual seats.

You remained quiet, a smirk gracing your lips as you tried to contain your laughter at the curious stares of your colleagues. “Good nap?” Melone quipped, a salacious smile covering his face, he knows he’ll get all the details later on. “Uhu!” you nodded happily as you held out your plate for Illuso to fill it with pasta, who did as asked with a quirked eyebrow. “Learned enough?” Formaggio asked next, wolfing down his food and basking in the moment of openness. “One can never stop learning.” you replied politely, watching as your plate got handed to Pesci who had turned as red as the sauce he was ladling onto your plate. “Got good grades?” Prosciutto asked, letting himself join in on the questioning with a minuscule smile curling the corner of his mouth upwards. “Top of her class.” Risotto interjected, letting his dimple return as he started his meal. “I might do some extra credit, just in case.” and with that you began your dinner, happily twirling the pasta around your fork and letting your colleagues figure out how you will ever be satiated.

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