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m-ayo-o · 3 months

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how the jjk men treat shy and kinky grls :s

~ reader gets embarrassed from pda -> nsfw; crack ish + smut ! sex mention, anal, sub!gojo (whiny and needy), fingering, oral, overstimulation, ass eating, premature ejaculation

Toji

He's so confused. Like, last night you were asking him to put his cock in your ass and now you can barely look at him?

He gets all up in your face and teases you about it, loving how you're so embarrassed from what he did to you. He grins over your lips and tries to kiss you but you just dip your head down and push on his chest. He wants to wrap an arm around you anytime you're in public to claim you; over your shoulder, around your waist. He'll try to grab onto your arm or your hand, but you wriggle out of his grip and shy away.

And when you're in a bar, late, with his friends and yours, he wants to squeeze your ass but you just can't handle it. He pulls you between his legs and slides his hands down your back where he's sat on a bar stool, making your entire body heat up when he reaches your plushy cheeks. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but the smug smile on his face, but he just laughs and grabs you harder.

"Hey, what's up, why can't I touch you, hm? 'Sure changed your tune from last night, sweet. Tch- come back here you silly girl. Can't keep my hands off you, no- no I just wanna touch your ass, let me, don't be shy."

Satoru

Your nights together are eye opening for this man. You are showing him filthy things. Filthy hot things with your body and his. You found his praise kink along with his g spot, and with this combination you basically rule his body. The way he cums takes your breath away; he's so loud it's addictive, and when he begs to fuck you, you just can't say no.

But the next day when he needs to be all over you, he takes it so personally when you don't let him. He sighs dramatically and tries to drape his arms around you at any given moment, but you bite your lip with heat rising on your cheeks and tell him it's too much. Of course he starts pouting and whining to no end, like he's entitled to touch you.

After trying to push his massive body away you see his crystal eyes go all wide and watery and he looks like he's going to cry, so you let him get closer and hold onto you while you walk round the shopping mall.

"Babyyyy, I wanna hug you- noo it's not fair, hey don't look at me like that... what do you mean I can't touch you? Um, no. No, I'm hugging you- wait, please?! I let you do all that to me last night... now you don't want me near you?"

Kento

He fingered you last night. He had you on his lap, kissing you and touching you till you soaked his pants. He took his fingers up to your lips and told you to suck, getting them nice and wet, before dragging them down your body and plunging them into your pussy. He fucked you so wide you started crying, and he watched you spill all over him, humping him stupidly.

He smiled and told you what a good girl you are, and that you should lie down on the bed and let him give you some more. And before you know it you're creaming on his tongue again and again, then you hear the low buzz of a vibrator and you can barely take it. You cry and moan through the overstimulation but he hushes you softly, telling you to stay still.

And after your intense night, he takes you out for dinner the next day and he wants to hold your hand over the table. He slides his fingers into your palm and you suddenly look away and close up your hand, retracting your arms and hiding them under the table. He gives you an understanding smile- you must've been thinking about what he did with those fingers last night.

"I had fun, yeah really- no, no honey it's all about you. Same again tonight? No? Haha okay I admit I was being greedy. Mm, you just feel so warm and soft, I can't help but touch you- sorry, it's too much? Oh, no it's ok sweetheart."

Suguru

He wants to hold you. He wants to place his hand on your lower back while you stroll around the city. His touch is calming and respectful; he only wants to guide you and make you feel safe. But after last night, when he pressed on the same spot on your back, you're getting so shy with him.

He pushed you into the mattress and spread you open, sinking his tongue inside you with his nose between your ass cheeks. He splayed one hand over the dip in your back to hold you still, the other keeping your legs open, and he ate you realllll dirty, until his tongue started slipping up your ass and he was begging to lick you there too. You let him and he purred and spread your cheeks, telling you how pretty you are and how much he wants to fuck you.

And after that, with his hot sex talk playing on repeat in your mind, you can't help twitching and skipping out of his touch when you're walking down the street. You try to hide how embarrassed you are but of course he notices and it makes him even more insatiable, till he's whispering dirty promises in your ear.

"Don't get all shy like that- come here, look at me. You'll let me eat your ass but I can't touch you? Oh, pretty girl, I just wanna hold you- mm, don't look at me like that.. gonna turn me on- you know I want to do it again, right?"

bonus ~ (roles reversed)

Choso

He's still embarrassed from last night since he accidentally came in his pants. He was horny all day from you sending him outfit ideas for your date but he waited so patiently for you. When you showed up at his place in one of the contending choices- a crop top and a tiny little skirt- he got a boner right there in the doorway. But when you sat on his lap, kissing and grinding your pussy on him, he knew it was all over. He started panting and moaning in your mouth but he didn't want to stop kissing you and he just couldn't push you off in time.

And now you want to touch him in public he's being really shirty with you and pulling away, not letting you grab onto his muscly arms or hold his big hands. He storms through the city with you chasing after him, and when you reach your date destination he huffs and heads inside.

Finally, he lets you get closer to him. He's sitting on a bench after attracting all of the kittens in the cat café and you ask to perch on his knee so you can pet them too. He nods and you sit there, with your grumpy boyfriend covered in cats and you turn to him and place a kiss on his cheek. He jumps and goes bright red and nearly throws you off his lap. But you trace a soothing line over the marking on his nose and give him a little hug. You know he loves you.

"Choso- baby it's ok, come here. Don't be angry with me please, no no it's not your fault, please. Baby don't be embarrassed.. oh, thank you sweetie- I promise we can try again later. Yeah, does that sound good?"

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natsaffection · 6 months

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Oh, Baby.. | N.R.

MINORS DNI!! (18+)!

Summary: Natasha catches you breaking her most important rule..

warnings: Mommy Kink, heavy edging (r receiving), vibrator use, begging, crying, overstimulation

Word count: 1K

A/N: Thank you @enthusiasticolderdaddy for the inspiration. <3

You knew you were fucked as soon as your bedroom door opened and you saw Natasha, who came in with a soft look on her face at first, but it quickly darkened.

Now you look at each other, you with your legs spread wide apart and a vibrator in your hand. You look in shock at Natasha, who smiles and takes off her jacket, "Here I come home and see this..Oh, Y/n.." You sit up jerkily and feel your heart rate shoot up, "N-Natasha! I'm s-sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I couldn't-"

"Wait? Was that not enough for you this morning?, little girl?" You can see her throwing her jacket on a chair and rolling up her sleeves, "O-Of course! I had to think about it the whole time! about you..“

Natasha had to laugh again..How much she has you under control is very sweet, "Are you blaming me now?" She came closer, climbed over you and took the vibrator out of your hand. Meanwhile, you look at her, fleeing. You know what's about to happen, "T-That's not what I meant..."

"Oh, I know. Don't worry. Now..what do you think is making Mommy so angry right now?"

You had to strain to keep your grip on your shoulders. Natasha is so damn close, you could feel her breath on your lips, "I..touched myself.."

Natasha's eyes remained steadfast, "And..?" You felt like a little kid who has to justify herself now, "Without asking you.." You see Natasha's eyebrow twitch a little, "That's right, so, you know what happens now?"

Oh, and how you know. Only that was okay with you. You were able to get an orgasm out of it after all, and getting spanked for it is okay..So you just nodded at her and were ready to turn around, however Natasha had other plans and kept you in line, "Nuh, uh, no spanking..you know your word, princess?“

You were scared and curious at the same time what she had in mind, "Yes, Mommy, it's spider.." Natasha just smiles and suddenly you hear her turn the vibrator back on and she doesn't keep you waiting and puts it back on where you left off. Your reaction was to thrust right against the vibrator and Natasha chuckled, "Such a little slut for pleasure..“

Thanks to your private session earlier, it went relatively quickly and you can feel the knot building up. Natasha noticed this too and withdrew the vibrator again, "N-No!"

"What do you want sweetie, hm? Tell Mommy." She lies down in a comfortable position and now strokes a finger through your hair, "Let me come, please...I'll be good..."

You're surprised again that Natasha put the vibrator back, and you knew something was wrong, but you couldn't think about it as the pulsing vibration settled between your legs again. You arched your back, tensing your body, hoping that this would be the moment..but again your agony continued as Natasha stopped short again. "M-Mommy..!"

Natasha, saw your heart beat against your lowering chest and loved it. "I don't suppose you thought I'd let you come that easily, did you little girl? You broke my rule and this is now the outcome of your behavior."

Your moans echoed throughout the room as the vibrator hit your used pussy for the third time. You squirm even more now, and Natasha clenches all her strength in her arm to hold you tight, "This is what you got yourself into, Y/n.." You realize how close you were again, "I'm sorry, please!!! Please let me come, please!!!" Natasha was now squeezing even harder on your swollen pussy and you thought that was it, but just before, she stopped again, "NOO!!"

It went on like this the whole time. No matter how many promises were made or how loudly you screamed for it to stop, Natasha continued to thrust into you over and over again. The pillow you were lying on was already soaked with your tears of despair after an orgasm.

Your pussy was on fire. Every inch of your body seemed to be jumping up to embrace the ecstasy. Natasha knew exactly what you were feeling. That's why she wanted it to last much longer. All you could do was helplessly pray for mercy. Your pussy tightened incessantly as your thighs tried to contract to protect your swollen, dripping wet sex from so much torment. You could no longer speak. Not even thinking was an option anymore.

"Oh, you look so beautiful, Y/n... "Natasha looked down at you and smiled as you writhed. You rocked your waist, bucking your hips, hoping to get Natasha to push you over the edge, but the desperation was back. "P-Please! It h-hurts, i can’t..."

You trembled with sheer frustration as the burning need in you’re womanhood remained unfulfilled and your climax kept waiting. "Did you learn your lesson?"

Natasha pushed down on your hips to fix you even more, wanting to intensify the agony as best she could. "YES! PLEASE, Yes is did!"

"What have you learned, Princess?" Your body was covered in sweat, you were breathing hard and fast, "Don't touch yourself! Only Mommy is a-allowed!"

"That's right, only Mommy is allowed to touch this pussy, do you understand?"

Once again the vibrations drilled into your insides and penetrated every tissue of pleasure. Like an internal inferno, it built up in seconds, as it always does when so much denial becomes an orgasmic time bomb. You could only give a faint "yes", you were so ready.

And suddenly it was there, faster than ever expected. It grabbed hold of your throbbing pussy. Natasha pushed between those legs with purpose and drove you over that cliff. You exploded. Your body arched, every muscle tensed, an eruption of pleasure filled your being. The only thing that mattered was the bubbling intensity between your legs. The sensations that felt like they would never come had engulfed you so quickly.

But the feeling didn't last long as you realize how the vibrator stayed on...It didn't stop for a moment. What had so suddenly become a wonderful release so quickly became a new prison. "W-Wait...!"

You began to strain as it became too much, a new kind of torture. Your body spasmed and shook uncontrollably, unable to resist the feelings being forced upon it; if only you had a choice. If only you could close your legs to stop or at least control the sensations. Natasha wouldn't even grant you that one mercy.

"Oh baby...That was your punishment for touching yourself...Now comes the one for not asking for permission ."

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanov x reader #nat x reader #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

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chiiyuuvv · 9 months

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SICK - JUNMIN °

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"Baby.." Junmin whispers in my ear, softly shaking my body to wake me up. "H-hmm?" My eyes flutter open, finding a concerned junmin stare at me.

"Are you alright..? Normally you wake up before me and- oh no.. you have a fever." Junmin frowns, resting his hand on my hot forehead. I hum in response, too tired to open my eyes as I feel him peck my lips.

"I'll go make us some breakfast, and get you some medicine baby." Junmin gets out of bed, moving the blankets away from his body as I quickly grab his hand. "Noo minnie.. stay in bed with me~" I moan, tugging on his hand.

"But your sick! Lemme go make our breakfast and get your medicine and then I'll stay with you okay?" He caresses my hand, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He chuckles softly, pinching my cheek before walking to the kitchen. Wrapping an apron around his waist, he gets out a pan and two eggs, cracking them. He hums softly to himself before letting out a yelp, looking down to find my arms on his waist.

"What the- yahh!! I thought you to stay in bed!" He puts his hands on his hips, turning around to look down at me. "But I wanted to stay with you.." I mumble, tiredly hugging him. He lets out a sigh, dragging me back to bed. "I'll come back soon hm?" He kisses my cheek, walking back to the kitchen.

"Now where was I..?" He mutters, going back to cook the eggs. After a few minutes he puts the finished product on the plate, pushing it aside and cook the other breakfast items. "Mm these taste good.." I appear out of nowhere, eating some of the egg while hugging him.

"What.. where did you come from? You scared me!!" He puts his hand on his chest, breathing heavily before grabbing my hand. "I told you to stay in bed..!!" He begins to scold me, starting to get mad. "But I wanna stay with you.." I reason, pouting softly as he runs his hand through his hair.

"Fine how about.. you sit on the couch okay?" He brings me to the living room, turning on the tv and giving me a blanket. "The food will be done soon."

A/n: okay so this was supposed to be written like 2 days ago but I had TERRIBLE writers block so I decided to leave it like this.. a drabble technically. I have to write a bunch of stuff now that people are requesting stuff 😪 (keep doing it)

I never thought that everyone would like my headcanons though.. thanks!

#xikers #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers fanfic #xikers imagines #kpop #xikers fanfiction #xikers au #xikersau #spotify #xikers junmin #junmin xikers #junmin #Xikers junmin x reader #Spotify #junmin x reader

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ask-ruikasa-official · 6 months

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ruikasa make out in closet (not clickbait)

tsukasa pov instead of rui this time.. :3

it’s a little bit clickbait it’s more drunk tsukasa kissing a slightly buzzed rui

tags-ish & tws// mentions of alcohol, implied intoxication, slightly sexual themes, tsukasa is drunk, tsukasa is a lightweight, tsukasa is having spicy but not explicit fantasies, rui is trying to be a good boyfriend, rui is a little drunk

tsukasa looked around at the awkward led strip lights, crinkling his nose. he hadn’t seen rui since he went to grab drinks, so he awkwardly shuffled past the college students to reach his lover.

“rui, love?”

“oh, tsukasa-kun! perfect timing~ what drink do you want? i didn’t know they had a selection.” rui beamed upon seeing his boyfriend.

“oh.. hm.. the watermelon one sounds good.”

“of course, love! the watermelon kiwi seltzer?”

“yeah.” tsukasa nodded, intrigued.

“okay, fufu~”

rui handed tsukasa the ice-cold can, standing up and stretching before opening a can of his own.

tsukasa wandered around, trying to get used to the odd taste of the seltzer. kiwi had never been his favorite, but the watermelon helped offset it.

rui was mingling with everyone else, an air of easy charisma surrounding him. tsukasa didn’t go to his university, and didn’t want to outshine his boyfriend.

tsukasa watched the clock tick as he sat at an old couch, the uncomfortable fabric scratching his bare legs — shorts may not have been the best idea. he was still finishing his drink, and the clock seemed to tick at a more irregular pace, the more he consumed.

tsukasa went back for another drink, not even reading the label and not caring when it tasted different. that one he felt as though he’d finished quicker. rui broke away from the conversation, taking tsukasa’s hand.

“was that your second drink, my dear?”

“yeahh.. why?”

“ah, no reason. you do seem a bit dizzy.” rui cooed, tilting his head slightly.

“mee?? noo..” tsukasa slurred.

“yes~”

tsukasa stared at rui’s lips. did they always look that kissable?

his eyes, glazed over, traveled across rui’s body. rui, seeing an opportunity, lead tsukasa upstairs.

“let’s take a moment to cool off, my star~ you’ve had a lot of alcohol.”

tsukasa nodded, his mind in a haze. he wanted his hands on rui’s body. rui took him to a guest bedroom, running his hands through tsukasa’s hair.

tsukasa, head spinning, leaned in close to rui. rui backed up a bit instinctively, startled by the potent smell of alcohol.

“oh, goodness, tsukasa—“

rui ran into a door, realizing it slid open to reveal a small closet. a bit of privacy would probably be good to keep tsukasa’s reputation pristine.

“come here. we can sit down together.” rui said, lowering himself onto the closet floor.

tsukasa was flushed, getting onto the floor. he sat in rui’s lap, wrapping his legs lazily around rui’s waist.

the smell of alcohol on tsukasa’s breath was strong, but rui had adjusted. tsukasa wanted to kiss him so bad. he wanted to put his hands on rui and hold him as they kissed.

“you smell nice…” tsukasa trailed off, hands wandering around rui’s chest and shoulders.

“do i?”

“mhm..” tsukasa tried to put his hands under rui’s shirt, but rui gently stopped him.

“not right now. you’re not sober, my love. i can’t, in good conscience, do that.” rui cooed, pressing a kiss to tsukasa’s forehead.

tsukasa, in a move swifter than anything else he’d done that night, kissed rui hard. cheeks flushed and hands shaking, he grabbed at the back of rui’s hair, fingers curling around the soft strands. his touch was desperate, feeling rui’s soft skin.

“tsukasa-kun—“ rui murmured against the kiss, but tsukasa was holding on with a starving fierceness. he was touch-starved, and was more aware of it.

rui gently pushed tsukasa away. “look, we can make out, but not tonight. you’re intoxicated, my dear~”

tsukasa pouted, his eyes unfocused.

“come on…”

“no, my love. let’s take you home and get you into bed—“

tsukasa kissed rui again, but rui shut that down quicker this time.

tsukasa was whining as rui held him, trying to keep him calm.

“it’s okay, tsukasa-kun. do you wanna go home?”

“nooo…”

“too late~”

#ruikasa #both talk #//sorry this is my first long ish fic #//i worked on this for like #//four days?#//idk #//i had 3 people beta read it!#//major creds to alex & cat & my other good friend who isnt on tumblr #//love you wet cats #//sorry if rui and kasa seem very ooc #//or if the story is choppy #//i want criticism but it also makes me cry #//anyways ye #tw alcohol #tw drunk #tw slightly suggestive #tw implied intoxication

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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thinking about giving sugar baby!charles a lil present, waiting for him on the couch to tell him it's in the bedroom and to go check it out, and when he does, he sees a black box with lingerie in it. a red lace bralette, lace panties, a thong and white thigh highs. he finds himself blushing like crazy at the contents of the box.

you added a little note to it, saying 'i'm expecting a show tonight ;)' and he throws his headback with the note in his hand, whispering a little 'fucking hell', as his knees basically buckle.

he puts the lingerie on, and looks at himself in the mirror, admiring how pretty he looks. he acknowledges it and embraces it oh so proudly. his mommy taught him to!

he comes back to the living room, standing in front of you. he notices you're on your phone, so he mumbles out a soft "...mommy?" to which you lift your head up. your eyes widen, and you smirk at the pretty boy in front of you.

"why don't you do a little twirl for me, hm?" and he does. he will do whatever you want him to. absolutely anything. he feels so pretty, and he knows you think he's pretty too.

"baby, come sit on my lap," to which he hurries to straddle your lap. all you do is lean back, put your hands on his hips and tell him to go ahead, and he knows exactly what that means. he starts grinding down on your lap, head thrown back as he plays with his nipples. he lets out breathy whines, already so overwhelmed.

you bring a hand up to stroke his hair, and suddenly, you tug at it, recieving a guttural moan from charles, one you could listen to forever. he picks up his pace, whining out a high pitched "fuck!" as he asks you to pull his hair again. you do. he knows you're looking at him like he's a greek god right now, and he's so glad you're happy with what he's giving you, that you think he's so pretty and good for you. only for you.

he cums in his lace panties, and you keep them on him after he does. you now have him between your legs, back against your chest as you palm him. you once again take him by suprise as you slap his cock through his panties, which has him bucking his hips up and crying out in pleasure. "fuck, do it again! please, again!" and you do it over and over again. it has him screaming once you pick up a pace. you palm him and he's grinding into your hand now, as you grab his cheeks and make him look at you, his eyes blown and practically sparkling at you, as you tell him to open his mouth. he follows your request and sticks his tongue out and you spit into his mouth. he swallows it and opens his mouth for you to see, earning himself a "good boy" from you.

he cums again with a gasp, hips stuttering in your palm. his panties have a dark spot from the two times he came already, and he looks so pretty.

you next peg him in missionary, have him hold his legs up to his chest, with your hand around his neck. his eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue lolls out. he's just letting out pants, like a desperate puppy in heat.

"you filthy little slut, you're just willing to take everything mommy gives you, huh?" and he nods vigorously, before replying to you. "everything. i'm mommy's stupid little slut!" you don't even know how he managed to say a word, let alone to form a sentence. "all mine," you coo, "all yours" he says, followed with a hiccup, tears drying against his cheeks. he cums with a scream-like whine, legs dropping and trying desperately to catch his breath, as you kiss his forehead and cheek, nudging it slightly with your nose.

"i didn't hurt you, did i?", you ask. "noo! never!" he whines out while shaking his head intensely, you know he'd safeword if he had to, it's something you're very strict about, but you still feel the need to ask. you help him walk to the bath, and sit behind him, massaging his temples as he leans back on your shoulder.

"am i really filthy?" he asks, and you're taken aback, you never mean all the degrading things you tell him. "of course not, baby! i thought we talked about this." you gently say, not scolding him as he's still not out of subspace (you never scold him, just to be clear). "i know, mommy. i'm sorry," he says, with a pout on his face, turning his head to look at you, and you feel so... you don't even know yourself. "there's nothing to be sorry for, sweets. i never mean all the degrading words i say to you in bed. i never have and never will. you're my good, pretty boy." you tell him, reassuring him. "thank you!" he giggles. "you're very pretty too, mhm!" he babbles out, with a drunken smile on his face.

this boy never, ever fails to make your heart dance.

(got a little carried away with this one, i am EXPRESSING my love for fluffy baby charles)

- 📓

OH MY GID THE SUGAR BABY!AU! WE FORGOT THE SUGAR BABY AU. I FEEL LIKE I JUST REMEMBERED I FORGOT MY CHILD AT THE GROCERY STORE.

But yes yes let’s talk about this to make up for the serious injustice we have done by ignoring the sugar baby!au for so long.

Firstly, leaving a gift for Charles? Amazing. Charles loves gifts from you so much. And it doesn’t matter if the gift is a new car or a flower you picked off the sidewalk. Either way, he’s gonna love it so much and he in a good mood for days afterwards cause he good a gift! He’s a good baby! He got a gift!!

And he loves the lingerie so much. Your really know how to choose things he feels so pretty in (which is why he believes you should actually choose all of his clothes, all the time, but especially his lingerie. He’s your cute baby, he shouldn’t have to choose his own panties).

So yeah he puts the lingerie on and then comes straight to you to show you. He doesn’t always call you mommy, but I think in times like this, where you’ve given him something and he feels so good? And he just feels so safe and loved and provided for?

Then of course he’s gonna call you mommy cause how could he not?

He’s so happy to end up in your lap, smiling and kissing you and wriggling around until he finds the right angle to grind down against you. You just let him do it, maybe putting your hands on his hips to guide him a little.

He makes a such a pretty mess in his panties, whining against your ear as he cums.

In fact, he looks so pretty that you have to do it again. It takes a little longer this time, as the poor thing is already spent.

But letting him grind against your hand and spitting in his mouth? Yeah that’ll get him there.

You have to peg him after that, cause his ass looks too good in the panties for you not to.

And that’s when he really turns into your little slut, just crying and whining and fucking himself back onto the strap and scratching your arms and back as he tries to hold on.

He adores all the dirty talk. Loves being called your dirty little slut, admits to being your stupid little boy cause he is! When he’s like that, he’s just fucked stupid by you. No thoughts, head empty. Only mommy.

I do think that sometimes he’d feel insecure afterwards, cause to be honest, he’s a bit much. He knows he is.

So he worries that you mean it. That he is dirty. Cause he certainly is slutty for you.

You’re quick to reassure him though, gathering him against your chest, kissing his head snd telling him that he’s your pretty boy, that you love him so much and that you only say those things because you know he likes them.

He believes you instantly. Because he trusts you so much, you’d never to him. He’s your pretty boy! You can’t lie to your pretty boy.

He falls asleep against your chest, all happy and fucked out.

#sugar baby!au #sugar baby!charles #nsfw.#sub!charles #cl #f!reader #📓

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 year

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1 and 44 for the drabble prompts

1. Character needs to babysit a toddler for a couple of hours

44. Someone, somehow, eats lipstick

OH YEAH, TIME FOR ANOTHER ANGIE BABYSITTING FIC LET'S GO!!

Violetta was a little over one years old, and like most one year olds, she could not really talk yet, only say a few words. And her favorite word was "no". "No" both meant yes and no, so they were all left to their own devices to figure out if she meant yes or if she actually meant no.

Angie was asked to babysit her for a couple of hours, which she gladly did. She decided to take Violetta to the mall. They had a new play corner there, perfect for the little toddler to try out.

"Are you excited, Vilu?" Angie asked as she carried her inside the mall.

"No!" Vilu replied excitedly.

"Hm, I think you are."

As they reached the new playground, Angie put her down and watched as she instantly ran to a small slide. Violetta giggled as she went down.

"Woo, you wanna go again?" Angie asked.

"No!" Violetta said and then went again.

Angie sat down on the bench, watching her. Violetta could occupy herself. After a few minutes though, she realized they needed to eat.

"Hey, Vilu, what do you say we go and- Vilu?"

The toddler was gone. Angie looked away for just one second.

"Violetta! Vilu?!"

She then noticed the young toddler running towards the beauty products store.

"Oh, Vilu..." she sighed as she ran after her. She thought she would catch the little rascal in a moment, but Violetta was faster than she thought. Eventually, she got into the store. Violetta had been zooming through the aisles.

"Violetta?" Where was the kid? She's been in the store for like 10 seconds. How fast could she be...?

Suddenly, she heard a laughter. She went to investigate.

What she found was not what she expected.

Violetta had, in a very short time, managed to get lipstick to fall to the ground, which she instantly had picked up and was now taking the lid off.

"Violetta..." Angie said, "Violetta, give me that-"

She was not expecting what her niece did next. Violetta reached it towards her face, but instead of using it like normally, she put it in her mouth.

"Vilu, no! Give me that!"

"No!" Violetta yelled. This time she really meant no.

"You can't eat lipstick!"

"No!" This time, it meant yes.

Angie snatched the lipstick from her mouth. She noticed a worker staring at them.

"I'm so sorry..." she said.

"It's okay," the worker said, "It was only a sample anyway. We should put them further up."

Angie picked Violetta up. "What am I gonna do with you, huh? You can't run off like this."

They walked out of the store and Angie sat down on a bench, holding the toddler tightly so she couldn't escape. Then she took out a tissue from her bag and tried wiping the lipstick off her face.

"No..." Violetta grunted, moving her head around.

As Angie finished wiping her mouth, she grinned. "You're so cute, even though you're a troublemaker." She then placed some kisses on her.

"No..." Violetta giggled.

"Yes, yes! You're the cutest thing in the world!"

Violetta continued to giggle for a second, and then she stopped. Angie noticed the change in her facial expression. She gave her some more kisses, even tickled her a little, but Violetta was no longer smiling.

But Angie knew her very well.

"Are you hungry, tired or do you need a diaper change?"

"No."

Right, she does not have the vocabulary to answer that. One question at a time.

"Are you hungry?"

"No!" she replied happily. It was lunch time, but Violetta just ate an entire lipstick. She probably wasn't super hungry just yet.

"Are you tired?"

"No!" Well, that was true. She had a lot of energy.

"Do you need a diaper change?"

"No!" She said this in a kind of offended tone, as if she could not believe that her aunt would ask her, a one year old, this.

"Well, if you're that fussy, then we have our answer," Angie chuckled. "Let me check."

"No!"

"It goes super quick."

"Noo!"

Violetta tried to get out of her grip, but Angie held her tighter. She did a check on her, and then nodded.

"Let's go, we gotta change you."

"No!"

"Yes, we do," Angie said and lifted her up. "You know we have to do this. And afterwards, we'll go eat, ok."

"Mm!" the toddler fussed, not wanting to be carried.

"Maybe you can eat some more lipstick."

Suddenly, Violetta lit up.

"Or something better," Angie said, "We'll go eat some actual food. How do you like chicken nuggets? And maybe some ice cream after?"

Violetta smiled. "Yes."

#violetta #thanks for the ask!#drabble #drabbles

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korasonata · 3 years

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So, the original plan was to do these quotes until Joe and Cleo finished their models, which was half accomplished during this stream (yay Cleo!). Question is should I still continue these after Joe has finished his model, or have we had enough now? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model stream part 7! Link to the video is below and time stamps are above each set of quotes!

Link: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1155955572

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00:32:05

Joe: This is our weekly paper craft stream. I’m joined today by ZombieCleo, who you can find at—

Cleo: Hiiiiiiiiii!!!

Joe: — twitch.tv/zombiecleo. You don’t need to type the “hi” in the middle. Although it is adorable, and so I wouldn’t blame you.

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00:56:25

Cleo (in response to someone saying they like Hershey’s chocolate): I mean you can like the chocolate. It’s ok to be wrong. It’s fine. You know, you can—

Joe: A certain amount of the other person being wrong is to be expected in any relationship.

Cleo: Yeah! Look at my relationship with you, Joe.

Joe: Yeah, I mean we’re— we’re off the charts for that.

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01:01:15

Joe (changing into his chroma green tank top): We can’t have people seeing my torso.

Cleo: Oh you know, yeah you— you are a cryptid.

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01:02:04

Joe (doing a face camera expansion): these chains I’ve forged in life are about to begin pulling me down to the deep below! Enter the Jhoooooooost!

Cleo: Can I just point out that “life” was very southern. At that point. (Heavy southern accent) Life.

Joe (heavy southern accent): Life.

Cleo: Laaaaaffe

Joe: Liiiiife *both laughing* These chains I’ve forged in—

Both: laaaaffe!!

Joe (heavy twang): Pullin’ me daaan to the deep behlooow!

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01:07:16

Cleo (in response to Joe having a laughing fit): And that is one of the rare times where Joe has a complete, absolute giggle fit on stream

Joe (still laughing): Ok I’m sorry, but “puritans go home” is the best thing to put on anything worth— ok im gonna start making a— ok. (Serious) Im gonna start making an actual checklist cause, um, (actually writing down a checklist of things he’s taking to his parents for thanksgiving) ok thanks—giving twenty twenty—one. Ok so, salad cream.

Cleo: *wheezing*

Joe (reading list): “Puritans go Home” icing on pie…Um, you know let’s just throw iron brew in there. Why not! Irn-Bru and vodka!

Cleo (laughing): Sure! Why not!

Joe: Yeah. Well, so, my maternal grandmother was Scottish and—

Cleo: oh I’m sorry.

Joe: —so I think my mom would get a kick out of Irn-Bru. As like “oh! Here’s something from the old country!”

Cleo: *physically wheezing* from the old country!

—

01:29:43

Joe: Oh, it’s really fun. Did you know that a bunch of people on Tumblr care a lot about how tall each of us are?

Cleo: Yeah. Yeah.

Joe: Yeah, oh man I’ve been spreading information and taking weird height pictures with people at conventions for years. It’s like— *Cleo laughing* I’ll intentionally like stand on things or like, uh, or like stand in such a way that you can’t tell I’m crouching, so people are like “Ok, so Joe’s like taller than Bdubs but shorter than, uh, like— Stress or something. It’s like how does that happen?!” *trying not to laugh* Because I’m screwing with you.

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01:31:11

Joe: See that’s the thing is— is sometimes people think things are about power. I think they’re just about being obnoxious.

Cleo: I mean, you think most things are about being obnoxious which is why it’s a power move for you. Cause being obnoxious is your power move. It’s where you’ve got the most power, Joe.

Joe: Hm, that makes sense.

Cleo: Sometimes I do. I try not to when I’m with you, because— it’s easier.

Joe: Yeah. You don’t wanna give me any actual like workab— or usable intelligence.

—

01:42:47

Joe (reading chat): I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season one— yeah. That was only like 10 years ago though.

Cleo: I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season 2.

Joe: Yay Cleo!

Cleo: Which was only because Joe asked me to come on, or pu— vouched for me.

Joe (genuine): Well I am glad you joined.

Cleo: I mean I was— I was at the point where I was just like “is this what I wanna do for the rest of my life? Should I just go full ham into teaching?” And, uh, then you made that offer and I thought “well, I’ll see how it goes”. And it did quite well for me. So…you know.

Joe (quietly): I am so glad

Cleo: You are the reason why I’m still doing Minecraft content.

—

01:44:19

Joe (reading chat): Attasked says “Only you can judge whether you’re hot” no plenty of people can tell I’m hot, Graved. It’s— pretty blatantly obvious. You don’t— you don’t have to be good at judging to be able to tell. Like, that’s not an only me thing.

—

02:00:54

Cleo: You ever have those moments where you’re just questioning your choices in life?

Joe: *having a breakdown* Moments!

Cleo: *cackling*

Joe (through tears): I’m sorry, you’re just the best Cleo.

Cleo: *laughing, but genuine* Awe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to depress you today!

Joe: No it’s— *inaudible sobbing* Today—

Cleo: *dying*

Joe (quietly to himself): Is this is frame? Sorry, I was cutting this out of frame. My bad.

Cleo (still laughing): I like how everyone’s just sort of gone quiet and gone “…is Joe ok?”

Joe: nOO!!!

Cleo: We’ve established that Joe is not ok.

Joe: But I’m really good at it!

Cleo: *spitting out her drink*

—

01:49:52

Joe: Let’s go down the Mississippi, Cleo.

Cleo: I mean, that I think we could probably do. Let’s go down the Mississippi, Joe.

Joe: yay!

Cleo: On a flimsy raft.

Joe: Yeah, we can actually— there’s a lot nicer boats now though. Like—

Cleo: I mean— yeah, but do we— do— you know…it’s the Huckleberry Finn experience.

Joe: I mean, here’s the thing, is if you actually came here and I was like “Cleo, let’s go to the Mississippi River and go down the river a few miles”. I think you’d be more likely to actually say yes if I had an actual boat lined up than if I had a flimsy raft.

Cleo (excited): If it— if it— if it makes you feel better, I— I would do the flimsy raft. Like, hands down. It seems more fun.

Joe (realizing that she’s serious): I— you say that, but I don’t think you’ve seen the Mississippi River. Like, the problem is it’s full of these giant barges these days, the wakes of which would just throw your raft over.

Cleo (dead serious): I can swim.

Joe (attempting to compromise, completely lost as to how he has somehow managed to be the voice of reason): Ok…Alternatively we can go down a smaller river…In a raft…

—

02:04:43

Joe: Sorry, I’ll stop monologuing. Uh, but yeah sorry I was in the process of—

Cleo: I’LL STOP MONOLOGUING! Yeah, yeah that’s gonna happen.

Joe: yeah, I’ll- I’ll say I’m gonna stop monologuing and I’ll warn you that-

Cleo: And then he just continues

Joe: -that Cleo you should probably be ready to start talking sometime in the next 8-12 minutes.

—

02:15:26

Joe: Oh, I need to get a green screen suit jacket. Um, I realized. Cause I got the green screen, um, uh dress shirt. That I wear under existing suits, but I don’t have an actual like green screen suit.

Cleo: I— I am always amused by your definition of “need”

Joe: My definition of what?

Cleo: Need.

Joe: Need.

Cleo: I need a green suit.

Joe: Ok, I’m sorry Cleo, the people need me to get a green suit.

—

02:30:23

Cleo (reading chat): “Joe-Getters and Go-Getters” yeah, Joe’s not a Go-Getter, he’s a Joe-Getter. Which is infinitely worse.

Joe: You say being a Joe-Getter is infinitely worse, but you also frequently lament that you get me. So, maybe you’re a Joe-Getter. Have you considered that?

Cleo: I am a Joe-Getter. I do get you, Joe. Which is terrible. It’s— It’s a trauma, actually Joe, I’ll have you know.

Joe: Yeah, comprehend me and despair, Cleo.

Cleo: I looked too deep into the abyss. The Joe-byss, sorry.

Joe: Thank you, yeah we’ve got a brand. Always be branding.

Cleo: *giggling* A.B.B. - Always Be Branding.

Joe: That’s not an infinite void of despair. That’s an infinite void of—

Both: Joe’s despair.

—

02:34:31

Joe: Let’s just leave it at don’t push me off a roof. Like *laughing* I feel like anything I could add to that would undermine the overall theme of just encouraging people to not do that.

Cleo: Um, let me put it like this. I always had the capacity. Always. But! I never acted on it, Joe.

Joe: Mhm, yeah thank you.

Cleo: …yet…I’ll try not to.

Joe: Yeah. And— and also keep in mind Cleo, I mean, given, you know, how well we’ve managed to work together over the last decade. Even if you did push me or throw me off a roof. *grinning* What makes you think that you’re not coming with me?

Cleo (slightly proud): That felt like a threat. It felt like a threat. I’m not gonna lie.

Joe (through giggles): Yeah, that was the, like— I spent 90 seconds figuring out how to revise that so is it was not blatantly like a violent threat.

Cleo: I mean…yeah, I think— I think— I think between the tw— it— it’s a mutual aggression pact at this point.

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02:51:53

Cleo (holding up seemingly two identical pictures of turret towers): Am I— am I going actually insane? Are they not…the same turret?

Joe (examining pages on screen): …y—you know there might be…subtle differences that, uh, a— you know, skilled crafts person would find unavoidably blatant. Um…I make no such claim Cleo.

Cleo: Good, because, you know…trauma…Yours, not mine.

Joe: *laughing* yeah I was gonna say. Trauma as a verb. I’m just gonna trauma you.

Cleo: *laughing* I’m gonna trauma you so hard right now.

Joe: Yeah, if you don’t calm down and agree with me.

Cleo: If you don’t agree with me, that’s— that’s your mistake.

—

03:38:48

Cleo (about authors): just be careful who you like and just recognize the faults in any media that you do like. Just don’t imagine that everything’s perfect, because it’s not. Just be open to the fact it’s not perfect.

Joe: The only perfect media is YouTube videos produced by ZombieCleo.

Cleo: Fact.

—

04:00:34

(Having finished her model)

Cleo (tiredly): No booshes. No booshes. I know it’s got places for booshes, but I don’t want to do booshes because…there’s a limit.

Joe (currently in the United States): Yeah. Well, now you can come over here and help me Cleo, is what chat’s saying.

Cleo: Ok.

Joe: Go help Joe hold this stuff he can’t glue.

Cleo (Currently in England): Hang on, hang on. *rummaging on desk* What do you need? I’ve got lots of things, what do you need?

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #joehills #joe hills

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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“family holiday” (pt. 2) (chilumi fic)

[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]

Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion).

(EVEN MORE DOMESTIC FLUFF OWO)

[part one here]

so it’s come to my attention that childe has older siblings too so OOPS MY BAD LOL

ill just finish up this story with the headcannon that he’s he oldest and prob incorporate the older siblings in future works :p

thank you all for your patience!

[Fic Masterlist]

“family holiday” (pt. 2)

Lumine stood speechless as Childe spoke to the old toyseller about their “family.” The children were too preoccupied with their new toys to even pay attention to what their older brother was saying. Soon enough, the transaction was done, and he was walking away from the counter.

The old woman waved goodbye cheerfully. “What a wonderful husband you have,” she said.

AH? She couldn’t find the words to answer her.

“Sweetheart? We’d better go—the children are already in the street,” Childe called to her from the doorway. The old woman nodded enthusiastically, and Lumine gave her an awkward smile as she turned away.

Lumine practically stomped her way to Childe, and would’ve grabbed him by the collar if Teucer hadn’t fallen asleep in her arms. “So care to explain what you were doing back there?” she whispered aggressively.

“Tonia! Anthon! Stay close!” he called after the children who were showing off their toys to each other down the street. He turned to Lumine. “What was that?”

She glared at him. “Telling that old woman that we’re,” she took in a sharp breath, “a family?” Heat crawled into her cheeks. She hoped Childe wouldn’t notice.

He shrugged. “It was just easier to avoid explaining the whole situation; I’m not a fan of dragging an innocent old woman into our business.”

Ahg...he’s not wrong… “You didn’t have to be so enthusiastic about it,” she mumbled. She buried her face in Teucer’s hair, embarrassed as she recalled his words about her as his wife and mother of his children. Him agreeing that she was so beautiful.

She shuffled away from Childe as quickly as she could with Teucer in her arms. Her whole body was rolling with heat. At this point, I won’t need a coat…

“Something the matter, Lumine?” Childe’s voice rang out next to her. She nearly jumped out of her own skin. Damn him and his long legs.

“Absolutely not,” she lied. “Just cold.”

“Your face looks quite warm.” She could hear the beginnings of a smirk in his voice. “Do you have a problem with us being a couple?”

She stopped in her tracks, and faced him. “We are not a c-couple.”

He took a step in, closer, towering over her. He leaned down. “Do you want to be?”

...

Is he serious?!

His ocean eyes held a steady, intense gaze with her, and Lumine didn’t find herself saying no.

...Do I?!

She hadn’t ever thought of it—them, together—save for a few fleeting thoughts when they spent a lot of time together, ones she didn’t ever take seriously. But did Childe actually like her?

Do I actually like him?

Lumine blinked. “I—”

“Brother! Lumine! Hurry up!” Tonia shouted from down the road.

Childe let out the smallest of sighs. He gave Lumine a strained smile before taking Teucer from her. “Thank you for carrying him.” Then he walked past her, towards his siblings.

Lumine stood there, frozen by their exchange.

What was she going to say? She had started speaking before her mind had even come up with an answer. She glanced down the road, at Childe lovingly taking care of his brothers and sister.

Was I going to say yes?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Big brother always makes the yummiest food!” Tonia said with a mouthful of chocolate cake.

The family was all sat around the dining table, eating the cake Chlide promised Tonia.

Paimon nodded, wiping the corners of her mouth. “You have lots of money, you can make really good food...Paimon might be warming up to you, Childe.”

Yes, he does cook really well surprisingly… Lumine thought while chewing through her own cake slice. He just keeps surprising me today… She shoveled more cake in her mouth when she remembered what he had asked her earlier.

“I’m glad you like it,” Childe said, then stood up. “Looks like everyone is almost done; let’s start cleaning up, okay?”

The children nodded, beginning to pile their plates and utensils in the sink, and wiping down the table.

“Thank you.” He pointed to the mess of supplies they had used to make the cake earlier. “Can you guys clean this up too?” There was a unanimous ‘yes’ as Childe started washing the dishes.

Watching all the siblings made her heart ache for Aether even more. She wished he could be there, in the kitchen with her. They didn’t even have to be travelling worlds anymore; she wished he was there for something as mundane as baking a cake together.

She walked up next to Childe at the sink. “I’ll clean up everything. You should spend time with your siblings.”

He scoffed while continuing to clean the dishes. “I’m not going to let you do all that work.” He looked around the room. “Plus they’re cleaning up with me anyway.”

She frowned. You’re missing precious time with your family. “But—”

He held out a washcloth. “Or how about you help me and it’ll go twice as fast?”

Lumine sighed and took the cloth, starting to wash the plates next to Childe. Their elbows bumped into each other every so often.

Soon, the children were done with their tasks, all chatting while waiting for Childe and Lumine to finish the dishes.

“Lumine?” Teucer asked shyly.

“Yes?” she answered while wiping a glass cup.

“Do you think you and Big Brother could give us another sibling?”

CRACK. The glass in Lumine’s hand shattered.

Childe froze, then let out a nervous laugh. “Teucer...why are you asking that?”

“Well...I don’t want to be the youngest anymore. I always get babied!” he whined innocently.

Tonia jumped up. “I want a younger sister too! I’m tired of being the only girl!”

“Yea!” Teucer jumped up with his sister. “And Anthon said that babies only come from a grown-up boy and a grown-up girl!”

Anthon put his head in his hands. “When you asked me, I didn’t think you’d ask big brother…”

“Teucer, we don’t go around asking random adults to give us siblings, right?” Childe said.

“And, I’m not your mom, Teucer,” Lumine explained. “Even if we had a kid, it would be your niece or nephew.”

“Oh,” Teucer said, thinking. “Well, can we have one of those?”

Childe and Lumine looked at each other—briefly, accidentally—and quickly broke their shared gaze. Lumine turned her attention to the ceiling while Childe looked down into the sink.

“You’re bleeding,” he said. Huh? Lumine looked down to see her ring finger had been cut from breaking the glass cup.

“Bleeding?” Teucer and Tonia gasped.

“Bandages! We have to find bandages!” Paimon shouted, flying out of the room. Anthon stood up, dashing out of the room as well with Teucer and Tonia following; all four were soon screaming around the house for bandages.

Lumine held her hand up. “It’s not too bad.” She looked at the shattered glass pieces. “Sorry about the cup.”

“Don’t worry about the cup,” he said. He gently took her hand to examine the cut. “Hm. You’re right it’s not too bad.” The blood started trickling down her finger. “Ah—”

Before she knew it, Childe had her finger in his mouth, sucking the blood away.

“What are you doing?!” Lumine asked, panicked, lightly pulling her hand away from him.

His hand still gripped hers. “What?”

“I—” She had a flashback to earlier. Do you want to be?

“About earlier,” he said, his voice dropped. Lumine felt his grip tighten.

“Did you mean it?” she interrupted. A look between the two.

“That depends on your answer.”

Down the hallway, they heard the rumble of the children’s footsteps approaching. Both Lumine and Childe grimaced slightly in annoyance; Childe’s eye twitched. Interrupted once again.

“Bandages! We have bandages!” Teucer announced, running into the room.

“I have bandages,” Anthon corrected, coming in after him. “They all just yelled and screamed while I actually found them.” The two other children and Paimon smiled sheepishly.

“Thank you, Anthon,” Childe said, patting him on the head. He took the bandages, and began wrapping it around Lumine’s finger. Lumine hoped the children wouldn’t question why her face was so red.

Then, Tonia came close, and kissed her bandage. “Big brother always does that to my bandages; he says it helps!”

Lumine smiled softly at her. “Yes, thank you, Tonia—it feels much better.”

“Okay, well, I think it’s time for bed, everyone,” Childe said, rather quickly.

“Bedtime? But it’s so early…,” Teucer said.

“It’s been a long day,” Childe countered. He started hurdling the children upstairs. “Bedtime!”

“Paimon would rather fight a gang of hilichurls than look after them all the time,” Paimon said, sighing heavily. “They’re so much work!”

Lumine raised a brow. “You didn’t do anything except eat.”

“That’s still tiring!” She yawned. “Speaking of which, that chocolate cake really made Paimon sleepy...Goodnight, Lumine!” She disappeared into her world in a blink.

Lumine let out a small chuckle. She could always rely on Paimon to lighten her mood. She then went up the stairs to find Childe.

She found him in Teucer’s room, saying goodnight and tucking in the youngest brother.

“Goodnight, Lumine!” Teucer called to the doorway. Lumine waved in response. Soon, Childe came out and shut the door behind him.

“I’d better head out and find a nearby Inn or something,” Lumine said.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Childe asked. “You think I’d invite you to my home and not even offer you a place to stay?”

“You’ve already done so much.”

He gestured around the large hallway. “We have plenty of room. Save yourself a trip out into the cold, and some Mora.”

Lumine bit her lip. “Okay, fine.”

“Good,” he said, before heading into Tonia’s room. Lumine followed, watching him say his goodnights to his sister and tucking her in for the night.

“Noo, please don’t go yet!” Tonia whined under the blankets when he started to leave.

“Okay, okay,” Childe conceded. He turned to Lumine standing in the doorway. “Sorry, could I ask you to check on Anthon and make sure he’s getting ready for bed as well?”

Lumine nodded. She walked down the hallway and entered Anthon’s room. He was sitting up in his bed, playing with his new Lawachurl action figure.

“Hey, Anthon,” Lumine said. “You ready for bed?”

Anthon nodded, then put his toy on his bedside table. He sat near his pillows, then looked at Lumine, waiting.

Oh. She walked over to the side of the bed, and helped Anthon get under the blankets, then awkwardly tucked him in, remembering how Childe did to Tonia and Teucer.

“Hey Lumine?” Anthon asked.

“Hmm?”

“Are you and my brother going to get married?”

Lumine choked on her spit. What? “Why—why do you say that?” she asked, attempting to maintain her composure.

He tilted his head innocently, confused. “Well he’s never brought someone home before. So that means you’re special, right?”

She thought for a second. Everything that had happened today. “I don’t know. But I am glad I got to come here, and meet you and Tonia.” She smiled at him.

Anthon smiled back. “I’m glad I got to meet you too. I hope you stay with my brother.”

“Me too,” she found herself saying. Staying with Childe...wouldn’t be so bad…

“Goodnight, Lumine,” Anthon said, closing his eyes.

“Goodnight, Anthon,” she said back to him, then left his room, closing his door quietly.

...

“You are,” Childe said behind her.

She jumped slightly, turning. “You have to stop sneaking up on me like that.”

He chuckled. “Sorry, a habit of mine.” He locked eyes with her. “But you are. You are special.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “So what you asked me earlier? You meant it?”

“Did you mean what you said to Anthon? That you hope to stay with me?”

“Stop answering my questions with more questions.”

“How about we both say our answers on the count of three?”

“Why are you always so weird?”

A small smile from Childe. “One.”

“...Two,” Lumine murmured.

“Three.”

…

“Yes,” they both said.

A pause. A breath.

Then, Childe grinned. “What’s this? The traveler has fallen for me?” he teased.

Her cheeks burned. “I could say the same thing to you.”

“Seeing you get flustered so easily...It’s hard to believe you’re the strongest person I’ve ever faced.”

“Shut up,” Lumine said, grabbing his collar.

He smirked. “Or what? You’ll fight me—?”

She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him.

Then, she pulled back, and saw his eyes were wide, his face flushed. Her turn to smirk. “Hm. Nice to see you’re the one who’s flustered now.”

“Uh-oh, you’re making this into a competition,” he said. “And you know I always have to win.” He cupped her face in his hands, kissing Lumine until she was weak in the knees.

And for the first time in forever, Lumine felt a warm happiness—true happiness—radiate from her soul.

Yes, I want to stay with Childe.

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin lumine #genshin tartaglia #childe #lumine #tartaglia #childe x lumine #lumine x childe #chilumi #lumichilde #fanfic #me

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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified [Genshin Impact]

[Diluc Ragnvindr x Gender Neutral! Reader]

Inspired by: I won’t say I’m in love - Hercules

Notes: I have no regrets 😃😃 and yes,, I use the prompt in my prompt list bc i thought its fitting for this fic. (I still have fic ideas for albedo and jean- hshsh). Hope ya’ll like this!

Word Count: 1499

Warning: none

Diluc swears to his honor, pride and heart that he’ll never fall in love again. Not after everything he’s been through, not after being used by his past lover-

Diluc’s stare hardened as his fists clenched a bit harder, good thing he was wearing gloves or else there’ll be blood on his palms where his fingers are digging. He doesn’t understand how or why or when it happened, but his heart decided to beat once more, to you nonetheless.

The person who’s been with him throughout the years, who full-heartedly supported him, who kept smiling and didn’t give up even as he tried to push you away-

Even all that, why did his heart suddenly beat for you? Didn’t it already learned its lesson the first time? Diluc really doesn’t understand himself. Of course, he can open up to someone else but who do you think this is? This is Diluc Ragnvindr, the cold stoic guy in Mondstadt. He doesn’t need help- atleast, that’s what he thinks.

So, in his utmost rational mind, he decided to avoid you. Maybe his feelings would go away if he just avoided you. So, he avoided you. Days go by as it slowly turns to weeks to months, Diluc continued to avoid you like a plague.

You, of course, thought that you did something that made him avoid you. And as much as you want to confront him about it, you knew you couldn’t. You’ve known Diluc for a long time now, confronting him wouldn’t do any good. So you let it be as well.

People around you watch as you two continued to dance around each other, avoiding one another, one not knowing the reason and the other knows but denies it. At first, it was a amusement to Kaeya. But as months go by, it slowly started to irritate the cryo-user.

“So.. when will this game of yours end? It’s getting quite boring.” Diluc’s hand stopped moving momentarily before moving again. Kaeya’s eyes stayed on his face as he sips on a Dandelion Wine. “I don’t have a clue on what you’re talking about. And the exit’s that way.”

Kaeya only laughed at his remark. “C’mon, sir Diluc. You know exactly what I mean.” Diluc continued to ignore him as he continued to clean the wine glass with a cloth. Kaeya’s eyes narrowed at him, gears in his head turning as his lips turn into a smirk. “I see.. you’re in denial.”

Now, Diluc really stopped moving. He stared into space for a while before sighing and putting down the glass and cloth. He turned his attention to his previous sworn-brother and glared at him. “If you’re here to make fun of me, I’ll have nothing of it. The door is wide open for you to walk to.”

“See? You’re dodging the topic entirely.” Kaeya didn’t skip a beat, immediately striking him. Diluc didn’t get to bite back as Kaeya continued to talk. “If you don’t get them.. then I will.” Diluc flinch at what he said. “What is that supposed to mean-?”

“It means what it means.” Kaeya only has a innocent smile on his face, but Diluc could feel the sinister aura behind it. He click his tongue while glaring at him. “You-!” “If you don’t man up and accept those feelings of yours, then I’ll swipe them off under your nose.”

Kaeya drank the last of the wine before promptly standing up. He still has a innocent smile-smirk on his face. “So, do be a man, sir Diluc, and confess your feelings to [Y/N]. It’s afterall quite obvious.” He turned around to walk away.

Diluc sweatdropped at what Kaeya said as he continued to stare behind at Kaeya’s back. As the cryo-user open the Tavern’s door, he looks back at Diluc. “Time’s ticking, sir Diluc. Better hurry if you don’t to lose them.”

When the door closed, Diluc slammed his fist to the wall beside him in anger. The people around him flinch at his sudden action. “Master Diluc-! Are you okay-?” But the man shut his mouth immediately when he saw how angry Diluc is.

“That damn man..” Diluc lowly growled as he retracted his bloody fist to his chest. “You tell me that I’m the one playing a game.. but it seems like you’re the one who’s pulling the strings here.”

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“Oh, [Y/N]! What a pleasant surprise!”

Diluc immediately stopped walking when he heard a familiar annoying voice of a certain Cavalry Captain. “Hm? Oh, it’s you Kaeya. What’s up?” He swear he felt his blood run cold when he heard your voice. He immediately hid behind a wall as he listened to your conversation.

“Hm.. nothing much. Say, are you free?” Diluc’s hands turned into a fist. “Today? Um.. yeah. I guess I am.” “Then, would you accompany me to Cat’s Tail for a.. date?” That was the last straw..

“Date-? Woah—!” You were surprised when someone grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards them. You landed on their chest as you let out a ‘oof’. You look up to see who you’re going to beat up and gasped when you saw it was a livid Diluc. Actually, not livid. He looks furious.

He was glaring menacingly at a smirking Kaeya. “Oh? Sir Diluc! What a surprise to see you here~” Kaeya almost said mockingly, obviously trying to provoke the pyro-user. Diluc continued to glare at him before looking away. “C’mon. Let’s get away from this pest.”

Diluc, who was still holding your wrist, began to drag you away from the cryo-user. “Wha- hold on!” You screamed, but it doesn’t seem like Diluc would stop any time soon. So you turned your head to look at Kaeya, who just smirk in response.

You sweatdropped at his smirk as you decided to face front and keep up with Diluc’s fast pace.

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“What was that?” You asked when you two finally came to a stop. Diluc hasn’t let go of your wrist yet, not that you’re complaining about but still- “Were you about to accept Kaeya’s invitation?” You blink at his sudden question before raising a brow.

“You mean the ‘date’? Kaeya was obviously joking about that part-“ “What if he isn’t joking?” Diluc cuts you off, which made you jump. But you soon grow frustrated at him. I mean, this guy avoided you for months-! And he has a nerve to drag you away from Kaeya and interrogate you-!

“What’s gotten into you?! First, you avoided me for months- and now you want to interrogate me?!” You exclaimed angrily at him. His eyes widened a bit before turning around to look at you. “I’m not interrogating you-“ “Well.. it sure feels like it-!”

Diluc sighs, his hand moving to hold your hands instead. You blushed a bit when he hold your hands and started.. playing with it? You can tell he’s nervous from it but you were surprised when he started playing with it. His eyes weren’t meeting yours and a pink hue was on his cheeks. Honestly, he looks adorable-

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Diluc said, barely a whisper. But you heard it, loud and clear. Your mind blanked out as you stare at him blankly. Diluc, nervous about your reaction, grow worried when he didn’t hear a response from you. So he looks at you and almost burst out laughing-

Your face was as red as his hair and your eyes was wide. You look at him with wide eyes before whining. “That wasn’t fair-!! That was a foul move! Foul move!” You exclaimed as you slip your hands from his and started hitting him, though if barely affected him.

He barely felt your hits, it actually sends him amusement. “You’re so adorable..” He mumbled. You heard it again which made you whine again. “Who are you and what happpened to my Diluc-?!” Diluc blinks before smirking mischievously. “Your Diluc?”

You screech when you realized what you said. “NOO-! I DIDN’T MEAN THAT-!!” Diluc only laughs as he brings you to his chest and wrap his arms around you. You slowly calmed down, but you’re still upset with his sudden confession-

“I’m sorry.. can you forgive me?” You heard Diluc asking. “I’ll forgive you if.. you’ll be mine and mine only.” Diluc softly smiles at your whisper as he placed a kiss on top of your head. “Of course. Only if you’ll do the same for me.” “Hmhmm..” You let out while stuffing your face to his chest.

Atleast now.. he won’t have to deny that he’s in love with you.

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#this is compensation for the angst diluc fics i’ve been doing-#also hope he isnt too ooc here-#and this isn’t trash ;;w;;#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact diluc x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr x reader #self req❣️

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yuulina-vre · 3 years

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Little heart, much Love

Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter: Two - Running

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter! Reader, Uncle Steve, Uncle Sam

Summary: Bucky goes Running with his freinds and best girl.

Wordcount: 1535 words

“Hey, hello. Wakey, wakey, baby girl.” Bucky steps up to the crib, his hand softly rubbing on Y/N’s little tummy to slowly rouse the small child. He grins at the small grumbles that she makes and the cute little wriggles. “Sweetheart, time to wake up.” He strokes a small circle into her cheek until Y/N opens her eyes lazily. “Hey, there you are.” He watches his little girl rubbing her eyes and lazily grabbing her stuffed toy to her chest. Y/N still feels pretty sleepy. For a moment she stares at Bucky, a little grumpy that he woke her up but then she grins and stretches her arms out for him to pick her up. She really loves daddy. “Did you sleep well, baby girl?” Daddy picks her up, snuggling her into his arms and kissing her head. She nods and grins but soon squeals and screams. Mean daddy is blowing raspberries on her cheeks. In a quick motion, she pushes her friend in daddy’s face. “Oh, Mr. Bunny wants some too? Okay.” Silly daddy now blows raspberries in her bunny’s fur. “No. no daddy.”

“No more?” She shakes her head with a grin, pulling her bunny back against her chest as she yawns, head flopping back on his shoulder. Then suddenly she looks around. Where’s her pacifier? She always has it when daddy wakes her up. “What? What’s wrong?” She whines and wriggles a little, then heavier as Bucky doesn’t catch on immediately. “Hey, hey!” He tightens his grip, looking at his girl to try and find out what exactly is wrong. All the while Y/N whines and struggles until she sees it. Her favorite paci is lying in her crib. She stretches her hand out trying to reach it. Daddy follows her hand and sees her pink pacifier lying between the blankets. “Ah, of course. We can’t forget it, can we now.” He chuckles and bows down to pick it up. Y/N squeals delighted at the change of perspective, clinging tightly to Bucky. The moment he straightens up she’s still giggling and accepting the pacifier, greedily sucking on it. “So, can we get dressed now, sweetheart?” She shakes her head no. She doesn’t want to get dressed. She wants to cuddle with daddy and her bunny and have lots of berries and kisses. “No? But Uncle Steve and Sam are waiting for us.” Daddy smiles a little, stroking his hand through her soft curls. “Okay, we make a deal. We cuddle a few minutes longer but then we get dressed, yeah?” This sounds fair. So she nods. Daddy carries her to the chair by the window. He always reads her stories there or rocks with her when her tummy hurts. So, daddy sits down with her, holding her snugly to his chest, with her favorite blanket draped over her. Y/N loves these moments. Daddy always strokes her back the right way and they look out the window. Sometimes they see funny birds outside. She sighs a little, continuing sucking on her pacifier and fisting daddy’s shirt. “Hey, little cuddle bug.” Daddy speaks up, his voice so soft and his eyes are gentle on her. She looks at him, curious what he wants. “You know daddy loves you very much, right?” He presses a kiss to her forehead, making her smile. Y/N lifts her hand from his shirt and touches his cheek but daddy’s hairs are tickling her and she starts giggling while daddy smiles and meanly rubs ich cheek in her hand even more. “Noo, ahh.” She screeches a little more and soon her bunny finds its way back in Daddy’s face. “Oh I see how it is. Mr. Bunny is your knight and protects his princess, huh? Well, then I have to tickle Mr. Bunny, too. Oh! Oh no. Y/N, princess. Help your daddy! Oh no, Mr. knight is winning over me.” Silly as daddy is he lets the bunny tackle him on his face, sinking down with Y/N on the chair, playing that the bunny is fighting him. “Princess, please. Rescue your poor daddy.” He looks pleading at her but Y/N is too occupied with laughing and clapping until suddenly daddy stands up and swings her around, bunny lying on the chair. “Haha, Mr. knight! You got in my trap! Now I have the princess and will tickle her and give her all the kisses.” Bucky laughs and starts tickling Y/N. She screams and wriggles while he carries her off to his bathroom with mean laughing. “Okay, pretty girl. How about we get you out of this yucky diaper and clean you all up, hm?” Daddy sets her on the changing table and Y/N nods, wriggling a little. The diaper is a little tickling and itchy and she might have peed while laughing. Bucky makes all sorts of fun things while changing his girl, from explaining anything to funny faces and tickling feet. It doesn’t take long until he has her ready and back in her room where he dresses her in a yellow jogger and a light blue Henley. Of course, with a white undershirt underneath it to keep warm. Some socks follow as well. Bucky had prepared some light breakfast which basically is some little toast squares which cheese and butter. As soon as Y/N has finished she finds herself dressed in a warm jacket, a scarf, and a beanie aunt Nat had gifted her. She likes it because it looks funny. Daddy quickly puts on some warm shoes and takes her favorite blanket with him after making sure she has her bunny. He’s already in his running gear and he knows that Sam and Steve are already waiting outside with the new Jogging stroller. “Are we going jogging now, baby girl?” Y/N just stares at him with wide eyes, pacifier bobbing rhythmically. “Then come on.” He holds out his hand and Y/N struggles a little to stand up but grabs his fingers tightly, letting him lead to the entrance. She wobbles here and there but manages without falling so far. They need a little longer than usual since Y/N can’t walk that fast with her little legs. Daddy isn’t carrying her this time but that’s okay. Y/N knows that daddy loves how she gets faster day by day. He always tells her and sometimes even complains that she’s already faster than him. Which is silly because daddy is really fast! “Hey, Buck!” Steve waves to his friend with a big smile on his face, sending a gentle smile and a tiny wave to Y/N. “Hey, Stevie, Sam.” Bucky waves and stops in his tracks, carefully letting go of Y/N’s hand. She looks uncertain to him and quickly fists his pants to keep steady and close. “Hello princess.” Sam crouches down to look Y/N in her eyes. She giggles but hides her face shyly in Bucky’s leg, glancing back up at the dark-skinned man. Uncle Sam chuckles and stands back up. “I see, Y/N and her little friend are coming with us and probably leave us all behind, huh?”

“You would be surprised. She can be quite fast if she wants to be. Especially if she gets some strawberries. Right, baby girl?” Y/N glances up at him with a soft smile and hopeful eyes. “Berry?”

“Later sweetheart.” Bucky smiles and runs his hand gently over her beanie. “Well, let's get started.” He picks her up quickly, swings her until she laughs, and secures her in the stroller. She continues giggling and Bucky swears he’s never getting tired of that sound. His heart fills with warmth each time. He would do anything for her to make her laugh like that. He drapes the blanket over her to keep her warm against the chilly morning air and kisses her nose before then they’re on their way. He chats a little on the way, only leisurely strolling through the streets until they reach their usual running spot. He can see that Y/N is already dozing off again, so he quickly starts jogging slowly which wakes her up. Steve teases Sam for a while running as fast as he can, calling ‘on your left’ each time he passes him as he did a few years ago. Y/Y/N finds it funny. Uncle Sam always groans then and uncle Steve shows his tongue. She giggles and squeals each time, even clapping once or twice. “You want to go fast, baby?” Bucky calls and Y/N looks up at him, nodding excitedly. Whatever fast means she wants it. And just then she is going fast. Daddy really starts running just a little faster and Y/N loves it. She screams delighted, laughing each time Bucky pushes the carriage forward a little faster so he can let go for a few meters before he needs to push it again. And Bucky loves hearing her so happy. He can see Steve and Sam smiling from the corner of his eyes. Though, after a while, he actually passes the stroller to Sam so he can go at his usual pace. Y/N is not all that happy but she squeals each time he passes her. He slows down to press kisses against her cheek or makes funny faces before sprinting off again.

#Bucky Barnes #daugther! reader #Uncle! Steve #Uncle! Sam #Sam Wilson #Steve Rogers #single dad! Bucky #Yuulina writes #Little heart much Love

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daddynegandesires · 3 years

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Till Death Do Us Part

(Short story)

Summary: negan kills your husband due to a miscommunication at the sanctuary and now you want revenge.

Warning: Death, depression, fighting, threats, swearing

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You were in your room when you heard loud commotion going on out in the main hall. You quicky slipped on your black boots and rushed out to see a crowd of people. Pushing through them your air got caught in your throat when you noticed your husband kneeling on the ground before negan.

"W..whats going on!!??" You panicked

"Baby...please get back" your husband said looking up at you with tear filled eyes

"No...no this isnt right! He would never do anything wrong!

"Maybe....you dont know your husband as well as you thought" negan flexes his jaw

"Dont fucking tell me what i dont know about ky fucking husband!" Stomping up to negan getting in his face

His chest was puffed out with a god awful dirty grin on his face staring down at you.

"D....get her" he motions for simon to come get you away from him

"No!...no dont fucking touch me" you began kickng and screaming as Dwight grabbed you.

You were crying as negan walked closer to your husband whos head was down with his hands tied behind his back looking defeated. Negan looked back at you as dwight held onto you tightly not letting go. Your husband took one last look at you mouthing "i love you" before his skull was cracked open by one good swing on negans bat blood was now splattered all over the ground below you, you couldnt bare to watch your husband slowly dieing infront of you and there was nothing you could do about it but scream out and beg for it to end. Your husband took his last breath before he fell lifeless on the ground infront of everyone in the sanctuary.

"You fucking bastard....." You cried out falling to your knees as Dwight let his grip off of you

"Rules are rules....princess" negan strolled past you into his corridor

You lay on the floor sobbing as everyone around you walks away seeing the guards gather up the remains of your husband and put him on the fence to be walker bait. Weeks have passed by and youve kept a close eye on negan studying him and his actions you know his every move without having to look. Negan has slowly been catching onto you watching him with these passing weeks his guards have also been keeping tabs on you just incase you decide to...snap.

You had decided to go out on a run with negan and dwight when we arrived at our destination. Dwight got out first to go scope out the premises while you sat in the backseat of the truck and negan sat in the drivers seat. Shaking and sweating you slowly slid the blade out of your boot hoping he wouldnt notice. In one quick motion you griped onto his hair holding his head back against the seat while placing the blade agaisnt his neck with your free hand.

"Move. And you are dead." You whisper to him

"I knew you'd come around dollface" a grin grows on his face letting out a chuckle

"Drive.....now" you demanded

Negan still just sat there frozen

"Look....maybe we can settle this problem in a different way" he bites his lip

"Fucking drive!" You yanked back on his hair harder which only caused him to groan out in pleasure

Negan slowly turned the truck on putting it in drive you let go of his hair and pulled out a black handgun pointing it to his head as you slithered up to the passenger seat waiting for your destination. Your eyes never left him and his prized posession Lucille the truck came to a halt as you noticed a herd of walkers about a half mile ahead and the road was coming to a dead end as you saw a cliff that ended the road.

"Get out" you motioned with the gun

Negan sat looking straight ahead.

"If you dont get out im going to blow your fucking brains out" you shoved the gun into his temple

You quickly snatched Lucille watching him get out and stand infront of the truck as you hopped out of the passenger side meeting him.

"Please....dont hurt her" he quietly said over the moans of the walkers in the distance

"Her!??....your bat is a she" you swung it over your shoulder

"Please...dont"

"I see...this is your weakness...without this bat you are nothing" you said pacing around him

"It was my wifes name....lucille" he looked at the ground

"Awe love...it..HURTS" you spat at him

"Dont. Hurt. Her." He says through gritted teeth

"Kneel...now" you demanded pointing the bat at him

Negan slowly nealt to the ground swallowing hard you noticed how quick his attitude changed.

"You never gave my husband a chance so why would i give you one? Hm!?" Shoving the bat into his back

"Please...it was a misunderstanding" he cried out

"A misunderstanding....you are so fucking full of shit. My husband was a good man!" You swung thr bat against his back causing him to double over

"He didnt deserve what you did!" Now swining the bat across his chest making his fall back

"And now....its your turn to feel what i feel"

leaning down face to face you pull out a match and rip off a peice of your shirt wrapping it around lucille lighting it till a flame starts to burn.

"Noo!!!" Negan yells out

You stand up pressing your foot down into his chest feeling him start to cry and lucille bursts into flames. You throw the bat into the herd of walkers that are slowly inching towards you. Seeing negan now in tears beneath you, you step off of him givinf him one last look.

"What do they say?...oh yeah.. Till Death Do Us Part".

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#jeffrey dean morgan #negan x reader #negan #twd #negan fanfic #negan x you #twd negan #jdm

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considermeharmless · 3 years

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The Labyrinth Games - Part 2

Hello, hello, you wonderful people! The new day enfolds and it has quite a few surprises. Hold on to your seats! Status of the previous day, then today’s simulation right below the cut. OvO

Night 1

Now, how will some of these new characters act in the darkness of the night...

Hah! Don’t we all! XD

Hmm... Can’t say much about it. On one hand, it seems like a good strategy to avoid getting attacked by surprise, but he also runs the risk of being less focused on the next day! If he survives this long, that is.

Uuuuuhhhh okaaaayyyy? That’s an interesting pairing XD

Wounds? What wounds? Up to this point, he got fishing gear and a hatchet but nothing really happened to him that we kno-... Wait. Could it be? I’m pretty sure he must have some fishing skills and knowledge but... Could he have messed up with the fishing hook and got his own skin hooked or something? XD That or he really had no idea how a hatchet worked x)

Awww :’c Is it because his little hunting gang (The Night Terror, Leticia, Ventis and himself) got dissolved at some point?

sHe aLrEaDy HaVe sOmE tHrOwiNG KniVeS!!! And she didn’t even need those to begin with!

HAHAHAHA!! Oh the irony! X’D But also... Kinda sad... I dunno, am I the only one to have some weird pity for TNT? Anyway, this coincidence in the wording is outstanding. 10/10.

Good for her to have found some food!

Sweet dreams. u3u

Always a lady with smarts!

Again... What infection? XD He slept through the day before! Infected with good rest??

Ah welp, that’s a shame ^^’ So far, he has had more killing/scary skills than survival ones XD

That’s... pretty impressive for sure. Although, very little surprises me to what this man can do x) But why in this context would you spare such a big threat after you defeated him, Michael?!

NOOOO VEN!! D: Was that really necessary, Chaos, hm?? You already scared Bradley man away and killed Donald! Calm down! And yikes, a molotov?! Who else are you gonna destroy in cold blood!

Cool! Remember to stay hydrated, kids and adults :D

There it is, people! The fried-chicken-feather-duster is no more!

You can now put down your pitchforks XD Oh and slow-clap for Sarah dying by trying to arm a bomb =v=

Day 2

Oh noooooo those 3 are too good at their jobs and too similar. This will probably either go terribly or beautifully.

Yeah, I bet defeating Bigby in a fight the night before must have left at least some little cuts or bruises that need medical attention TvT

What a bunch of peaceful events for Oswald today. He slept well during the night and now spends the day getting fruits!

NDUZHOJDNHOAJNSJND. Good on Mickey for getting away! Not good for the Night Terror though XD It has proven itself to be much deadlier.

Oh no! XD Chaos and Mayhem?? Working together?! And poor Michael has done nothing but try to hunt for others with no success and cry since the beginning c’:

Oof. Wonder how this came to happen... The running away from Amish, I mean. Not the sprain XD

O.O

But why..? And how? But mostly wHY???

No idea where this trident came from but good for her if it gets her a meal!

Labyrinth Event

Oooo, Arena Events! Or Labyrinth Events, really. They’re always fun, wonder what this one will b--

CARNIVOROUS. SQUIRRELS.

Yep. You read it right. I know this, because I triple checked! XD Oh dear stars and planets the absolute madness... But anyway uhhhh sorry still reeling in the craziness of this meeeeean Michael for playing dirty! But a kill is still a kill TvT

OvO

Again... Madness... And also, what? “Separate”? You mean they were sticking together up until now? XD But alas, the Chaotic Lads from yesterday are no more...

Good for them! And impressive since “carnivorous squirrels” seems like a strangely catastrophic threat now.

AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

What-- what is this?? And why did you have to word it like that, simulation? “In agony”, I... QnQ But, but what if she had survived the attack, huh? D:

“there are too many”... So she died from the attack?! OnO

“Beware of the creature with four mouths”, “Don’t trust Sarah Songbird”, “Don’t follow the voices inside”, HAH! The squirrels are the real enemies in the Labyrinth, now!

The God of Chaos too??? What are these rodents made of?!

... Well. Both Holly and her version of a different reality/universe, dead in the same manner. How fitting and tragic. TvT

Nice. At least some of them got away from the rats of doom...

Soooo, they were beside each other up until then? :’D Mugsy... You’re a sweetheart, but in these simulation and a bit in story too, you’re a taaad scary XD Still sad to see them both go though! And he had some explosives too...

*weak yay for the both of them after this tragically devastating rollercoaster*

The Fallen characters

So... so many... And such powerful ones too! The Night Terror, Sarah, Chaos, Mayhem, Luka... And the other ones as well! All so much more deadly than rodents or so I thought.

... Maybe Mickey... survived because... y’know what? I’m gonna shush XD

Status of the day

What can I say? With how murderous the squirrels were, I’m not fazed by the little amount of kills the characters had between each others! Still, I’ll keep an eye on team 10... See ya tomorrow!

#The Labyrinth Games #part 2 #the inky mystery

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writing-gifts · 3 years

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both sides of the viewfinder ch. 2

adult film star!bruno x afab!reader (they are also gn)

18+ content

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4

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A/N: okay so this story is actually 4 chapters long now, the 2nd chapter was way longer than i would have liked (and taking too long to edit all at once) so i split it in half

um ig that's it, there’s a cheating scenario porn being filmed this chapter, like its literally the beginning of this chapter so warning for that

other than that i hope you like the chapter!

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You hold back the laugh in your chest and try your best to keep a relaxed face. But you didn't have great control when it came to stuff like this and realized quickly in life that you probably wouldn't make it as an actor. However the director still thought it was fine to put you in as an extra with speaking parts.

He said your acting didn't need to be believable or good just that you need to say the lines. That was objectively true--it was porn--but if you cracked a smile people would definitely notice.

You were playing the oblivious person having a conversation with your "best friend". And said friend was getting railed in the shower by your boyfriend who was being played by Bruno. Why you were trying to have a serious conversation while she was showering was completely lost on you. But it didn't have to make sense.

You stare at yourself in the mirror above the sinks. The way the restroom was set up had the shower and toilet in its own separate, little room. So it wasn't completely easy to tell what your friend was really up to.

"My boyfriend's been acting strange recently," you say. You try to sound down but come off more inconvenienced.

"What do you mean?"

The door to the shower room was open so you could hear your friend well even with the water running. So of course you notice her voice wobble at the end. You can't tell if she added that intentionally or if Bruno found a particularly good spot. You ignore it though since you weren't actually supposed to notice anything just yet.

"He doesn't seem very interested in me anymore? Like he doesn't want to have sex with me. And it's kinda weird since he always wanted to before!"

"Ah--!"

“Huh?” you reply, genuinely confused. That wasn't on the script but you knew pretending you didn't hear it would be worse.

“Ahhh, maybe something has been upsetting him recently?” she suggests.

"Oh...perhaps you're right." You move to pull out your phone from your pocket. "It's been bothering me so much so maybe I'll call him right now--"

"D-Don't stop!"

You turn towards the shower room. "What? Are you good? You sound like you're exercising in there."

"Yes yES--I'm good! Just hot in here…"

That sounded so real and it has you wondering what the hell Bruno's doing.

You pause for a split second too long and almost forget to say your next line. "Uh so you...don't want me to call him?"

"No, don't call him. You should s-speak to him in person!" Your friend seemed to finally get her voice under control.

"Oh! That's definitely a better idea." You put your phone away. "I think I'll head home now actually and wait for him. Thanks for hearing me out!"

With that you exit the bathroom set and breathe a sigh of relief. Now all that was left to do was wait for filming to finish and then you could head home for the day.

You join the crew and from where you're standing you can easily watch the two actors go. It was actually kind of nice to watch.

While you stare, Bruno seems to glance in your direction. You raise a brow, wondering why he looked over here and turn around to look behind you, but there's nothing of note there.

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"You're not going home yet?"

You turn in your chair. Bruno stands at the door watching you with crossed arms.

"Nope. I'm finishing this up for one of the editors--they weren't feeling well--and I don't want to take it home with me."

"I see," he says. He then walks in the room and pulls up a chair next to you which catches you off guard.

"You don't have to stick around! I'm probably gonna be here up until midnight."

"That's okay. I don't want to leave you here all alone. What are you editing anyways?"

"Well I'm working on one of your porns. The one you did last week."

Bruno leans forward, getting in your space, to see the screen.

"Ah, the one with Leone! That one was really nice, but I always enjoy working with him."

"Yea the two of you have great chemistry."

Abbacchio was a grumpy bitch but somehow the two of them got along pretty well. Bruno seemed to get along with most people easily though.

The man places his elbow on the desk and rests his head in his hand.

"So did you like it?"

"Like what?" you ask.

"The film."

The look in his eye was one that was quite familiar but why it was there, you weren't completely sure.

You feel your heart skip a beat. "I mean...I did."

Bruno smiles and you immediately feel yourself getting hot.

"What did you like about it? If you don't mind me asking."

A small smile comes to your lips. "W-Well you're in it, that's one. I like when I can tell the actors are genuinely having a good time. And both you and Abbacchio are attractive. Your m-moans were pretty nice too."

"They sound better when they come naturally hm?"

"Can't disagree with that!"

You turn your attention back to the screen. As much as you'd like entertaining Bruno you still need to get this done.

"You seem less reserved in person compared to when we message on Twitter."

"Really? It's usually the opposite for people…" you say.

"I know that's why I find it interesting." The man pauses for a moment before talking again. "Remember when you said you watched some of my work?"

You nod.

"For fun?"

You raise a brow but still answer. "I like to judge the camerawork, but sometimes I do for fun.”

Even though you were kind of over porn, there were the few times that you used it to help get off. And when you did you usually found yourself seeking out media involving Bruno.

Bruno lets out a laugh. "That's good to know."

You purse your lips at his smug expression. The man is definitely trying to mess with you. Of course you didn't mind some teasing but being the only one receiving wasn't your forte. Also you didn't want to be here all night.

"I need to finish this. You can stay but you can't keep distracting me like that..."

"Of course."

You look at him warily before getting back to work. Even though Bruno didn't really seem it, he definitely had a mischievous side.

The man watches the screen (and sometimes you), keeping you company with more innocent chat while you work. It actually makes time pass by faster.

You end up finishing earlier than you expect and thank Bruno for staying with you. The man offers to drive you home but you decline and take the bus instead.

The moment you're in your bedroom, your body hits the bed--no night routine or clothes change. You'd just have to deal with it in the morning.

It barely feels like you've been asleep before you hear your alarm go off. You grab your phone and shut it off.

Sighing, you risk closing your eyes for a few more seconds. You weren't ready to go back to work but after a minute you force yourself out of bed and stretch.

You head straight to the bathroom to start your day by brushing your teeth and multi-task with your phone--checking your work email and replying to any missed messages that you didn't get to last night. Other than that your morning starts off pretty uneventful.

While you're eating breakfast you get a message on Twitter.

Bruno: Morning.

You reply with your own good morning. The message surprised you but it was a pleasant one.

Bruno: How are you feeling? Not too tired I hope.

You: i'm okay now that i've had some coffee

You: how's your day going so far?

Bruno: The usual. I'm walking over to a restaurant nearby to get something to eat.

You: ooo sounds yummy 😋

You: what ya gonna get?

Bruno: I'm not sure yet but I'll send a picture when I do.

you: noo i'll be jealous, i'm literally eating cereal right now. but also please do send it

Bruno: I can bring you a to-go box if you want.

Your spoon stops halfway to your mouth.

You: i mean it's still good cereal so you don't have to

Bruno: It's fine. I like feeding people, at least that's how one of my friends phrased it!

You: well…..okay 👉👈

You: thanks ❤

Bruno: You're welcome.

Bruno: ❤

-----

"Off day today?" you ask.

Bruno drags his fingers through his hair and sighs. Other than that, he doesn't show any frustration.

"I planned for today to be short, then I could head home but as you can see it's not really going as planned. And all these lights…." He looks at you. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're tired too."

"No, no it's okay. It’s totally my fault! We can take a break if you want?"

The studio had been dabbling with more amateur work lately so the director had left you and Jocelyn to handle this, and Jocelyn had decided it would be fine if you were on your own for this film. You weren't sure why you agreed since you had only been here about a month at this point and didn't feel completely comfortable. But you did and it was proving to be very nerve wracking. It affected your work and dragged this out longer than necessary.

“And honestly, I should probably take one too," you add.

Bruno agrees and you grab the man's robe and place it on his shoulders. While He slips back on his briefs you turn to the small crew.

“Guys lets take a 15 minute break.”

Everyone gives their okays and most of the crew leaves the room while a few check the equipment or their phones.

You tell Bruno where you're going and head outside to get some fresh air.

You try to use the time to relax but instead end up walking back and forth, worrying about the film and Bruno. The man was still able to act the part but you stopping and going so often was definitely affecting his performance. And you really didn't want him to have to act out every motion.

You stop walking and lean against the wall of the building. While waiting for the break to end you see someone approaching from the parking lot. The editor you helped before when they weren't feeling well.

You push yourself off the walls and meet them part way with a greeting.

"Hey Eli."

"What's up ____...You good? You look kinda stressed."

"I guess I am. Sorry for asking so suddenly but could you do me a favor?"

"What type of favor?"

"I'm supposed to film this amateur video of Bruno masturbating, and I've been having a hard time for some reason. I don't want to keep Bruno trapped here all day for something like this. But I don't know if my shots are usable...Do you think you can check for me?"

They hum in thought. “____ I'm going to be honest with you. It sounds like you're overthinking this. I mean, it’s called amateur for a reason. It doesn't need to be super high quality or “perfect” shots! That's probably why they let you direct it on your own."

At that moment everything clicked.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way though!"

"No, you're right. Thanks!"

You leave before they can respond and head back to the set room. On your way there, you go find a different camera. Something smaller and less complicated that will still capture good quality shots--perfect for what you were about to do.

When everyone returns from their break you have most of the lights brought down and let the whole crew go.

"Bruno I know you do videos on your own. So we're pretty much gonna do it like that now. Except that I'm here...uh.” You laugh. “You know what I mean."

Bruno smiles at the camera in a way you could only describe as cute.

"I understand. I’m ready to go whenever you are."

You nod and give the signal.

Right away, his light smile transforms into something more alluring. He leans back on the multiple soft pillows set against the headboard and lets out a relaxed sigh.

You give Bruno a moment to prepare himself and when you see the outline of his cock already hardening through his briefs, you internally breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's been awhile since I've last done this."

He props a arm atop the pillows. "Now that it's happening, I just realized I've missed it."

You want to ask what he means but bite your lip instead. Maybe it was some type of roleplay.

He drags a hand up his thigh before stopping at the bulge between his legs, and you can't help the thought of running your own hands against those legs.

He hums. "You know, I have a hard time keeping you out of my mind at night."

Your stomach flips but you make sure to keep your breathing controlled.

His thumbs hook under the band of his briefs and you lean a bit forward without thinking, anticipating what you had seen many times before. But for the first time in a long time you feel yourself slipping from your work frame of mind. Maybe it was inappropriate but you were sure Bruno wouldn't mind.

After teasing you for way longer than you would like, the corners of Bruno's lips quirk upward and he finally pulls down the band to reveal himself.

Bruno's cock stands erect and his brow furrows. "Look what you're doing to me..." His head lolls to the side to rest against the pillows and his breath hitches when he begins to stroke himself.

You focus on his handsome face for a moment. His blue eyes are piercing and it feels like he's looking past the camera and straight at you at you.

Your fingers twitch on the camera. You'd never wanted to touch someone so bad in your life.

-----

Bruno: Can I get your advice on something?

You: yea, what is it?

Bruno: I want to post some photos on my OnlyFans but idk which one to use on Twitter though. Can you help me decide?

You: ooo of course!

He sends 3 pictures of him wearing different elaborate lingerie. They must have been new since you're sure you'd never seen them before. Anyways, you're a millimeter away from sending a photo of a cartoon character with their jaw on the floor.

You: idk if i can decide! any of them would be enough to get me on your onlyfans...

Bruno: Thank you but you still have to pick one.

You scroll back and forth looking through them. The pictures were teasing, hinting at what was to come and they were all very sexy. But after staring for too long you finally make a choice.

You: the third one!

Bruno: Why?

You: ….it shows your tiddies the most 💁

Bruno: I thought you were going to say something about the framing or lighting...

You: LOL

You: i can look at them again?

Bruno: No it's okay. I'll use the tiddy picture.

Bruno: Thank you.

You: no problem!

You: soooo when are you posting the full set?

Bruno: Trust me, I'll let you know right beforehand. 😏

You: 😳

-----

You walk down the hallway slightly annoyed. Jocelyn just informed you that you would be covering for one of your coworkers last minute. It was inconvenient but not that big of a deal. That is until you found out that Melone was one of the actors.

When you first met him, he seemed to keep to himself for the most part. But recently he had become fixated on you. Every break in filming he’d approach you.

At first it wasn't so bad and you thought he was trying to be friendly, but it didn't take long for you to start feeling uncomfortable. Some of the questions he asked made you feel weird--it wasn't anything you weren't used to but the way he asked them... And when you tried to steer the conversation into a different direction he didn't take the hint. On top of all this, you didn't see him do this with anybody else.

You walk into the breakroom and find Bruno snacking. He greets you but quickly realizes something's up.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

The leather couch that you hate creaks when you fall back on it.

“Well I have to unexpectedly help with more camera work today. And Melone's going to be there so he's definitely going to be talking my ear off.”

You try to sound indifferent about it but Bruno says something you don't expect.

"I can talk to Jocelyn and get you out of it."

"Huh? No, no you don't need to do that. That's a silly reason to try to skip out."

"Well, how about I say it like this? I'm done for today and I would like to take you out to eat with me."

You smile. "That does sound nice..."

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll go talk to her and then we can go."

Once Bruno comes back the both of you walk to his car.

"Eating mostly oatmeal and vegetables for the last 2 days hasn't been very satisfying," he says as he opens the passenger door for you.

You get in and wait for him to walk around to get in the driver side.

"It sucks but at least you can eat whatever now. Where are we eating by the way?"

"Bertolino's--it's nearby. I'm craving pizza. Or pasta."

You feel your stomach grumble pleased with the thought.

"You could do both, kinda like macaroni pizza."

Bruno glances at you. "That sounds...unpleasant."

"Oh so you've tried it?"

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

You watch him try to wrack his brain for a rebuttal and fail.

"...It still sounds bad though," he says.

"Try it first then we can talk."

You reach out and poke the man's cheek. He immediately shoos your hand away and throws a miffed look at you.

"Hey, I'm trying to drive."

You grin but leave him alone. This was the first time you'd get to spend time with Bruno outside of work so you were a little restless and couldn't help messing with him.

"This is probably the most excited I've seen you," he says.

"Yea--just happy to be outside of work!"

"Is Melone that much of a problem?"

"No...well he can be a lot but it's not really a big issue. I'm just happy to get to spend time with you is what I meant."

Bruno's doesn't respond right away and you wonder if you said something wrong.

"If he's bothering you I can handle it," he finally says.

You let out a laugh. "Are you going to beat him up?"

"If necessary."

You stop smiling when you realize he isn't joking and conclude that he doesn't like Melone. You wonder what the man could have done to get on Bruno's bad side though since he seemed to get along with everyone.

"I feel the same by the way," Bruno says.

"Huh?"

"About getting to spend time together."

You and Bruno spend the next hour and a half sharing a pizza and talking. And the two of you learn a few things about the other that didn't involve work. Like that he wears glasses to read and that he had a dyeing "accident" with his hair recently.

Afterwards you didn't really feel like going back to work so Bruno drives you home.

You unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thanks for the meal and ride."

Bruno smiles. His mood seems better now that he's eaten. "You're welcome. We should do this again sometime."

"Yeah, I'd like that." And instead of saying goodbye and getting out of the car, you sit there expecting--expecting something.

The both of you stare at one another until Bruno leans towards you. His lips meet yours and for some reason his breath smells like mint.

Before you can worry about your own breath, Bruno's hand is on your thigh and sliding up. His tongue presses against your lips, coaxing you to part them.

The beating in your chest feels so hard and your hands clinch next to your thighs. You want to reach out for Bruno and make a mess out of him, but you feel like you're running out of breath way too quickly.

You pull away.

Bruno immediately moves his hand off your leg. "What's wrong?"

You weren't really sure yourself. You just knew something was bothering you. Or maybe that was just the food you ate trying to digest. Either way it was preventing you from fully enjoying this.

"I'm not sure but I think it's best if we stop for now."

He nods but you worry he might be a little disappointed.

"That's fine," he says.

"It's not because I'm not interested! It's just something's off. Please dont think I'm not attracted to you."

"I'm not upset ____." He smiles. "I want you to be comfortable."

"Whew, okay.."

"Do you want me to walk you to your apartment?" he asks.

"That's okay. Thanks though."

You brush a misplaced hair behind his ear and press a quick kiss to his lips. Once you pull back, you open the car door and step out.

"Stay safe," he says.

"You too. I'll message you later."

#i sure do love dragging things out!#im excited for the last chapter cause i wanna post something resort-y #like hell yea vacation!#ive never been to a resort in my life so we are going to pretend lmao #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno x reader #not sfw #n$fw

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Mr. Fugo woke up suddenly at the sound of the alarm. He was tired, but as he listened to the guard’s reports, that tiredness went away. His temples tingled and his mustache swayed. He glared daggers and growed low.

"Thieves ... Unforgivable! I’ll catch you for sure ... You’ll pay for this! Don’t get in my way—I will fix the machine ...! " This wasn’t the face of a gentle millionaire—it was Mr. Fugo’s true face.

He recalled what happened a month ago.

One day, Mr. Fugo received a strange report from the mine manager. A huge cave was discovered while digging in the mines, and in it, was a mysterious machine. He went to the diamond mine and saw the machine with his own eyes, but the machine did not work and its purpose was unknown.

On investigation, there was a silver plate attached to the surface of the machine. Fine ancient characters were inscribed on it. Mr. Fugo searched for a scholar who could decipher the characters, but he knew the citizens would be of no use. He decided to keep the machine secret until he knew more details, as it could be useful for making a profit.

While investigating privately, Mr. Fugo received a visitor. He was a medicine peddler who carried a heavy trunk and wore a large hood.

"Hi! I’m Magolor," the merchant said and waved.

"I have no use for merchants, I'm busy," Mr. Fugo frowned. He tried to turn him away, but Magolor spoke quickly.

"You found an ancient machine, old man! I want to see it."

Fear coursed through his veins. "Why do you know that ...!? "

"Aren't you looking for a scholar who can read ancient characters? I can read them!"

"What ...? You can?" Mr. Fugo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way a suspicious medicine merchant could read ancient characters ...

But, he took a chance.

He took Magolor to the mine and showed him the ancient machine. Magolor stared, fascinated by it for a while.

"What a funny thing ... It's a machine, but it looks so strange. Sleepy eyes ... a cat-like mouth ... a compass and scissors attached to it ... "

"I don't care what the ancient machine looks like!" Mr. Fugo said, frustrated. "What I want to know is this. What is written here?"

He pointed to the silver plate inlaid at the bottom of the machine. Magolor, then, somehow, began to read what was written.

"Umm ... ‘I will leave this important message for the people of the future’... "

" ... What? You can actually read these characters!?" Mr. Fugo eagerly listened to Magolor's next words.

"Yup, the continuation ... ‘This machine is the worst invention in all of history. Instead of turning stone into priceless material and making tremendous amounts of money, it only scatters misery.’ ... "

"Ah ... Amazing, the machine makes tremendous amounts of money!?" His tone changed.

"Once upon a time, when this machine ran day and night, more money was made than anyone could spend in a thousand years, however, only the aristocrats profited. A terrible stench filled the town as the machine worked. Suffering from such wretched miasma that one couldn't even open the eyes, I sealed the three gears with great magical power and stopped the machine. This saved the town, and the people of the later world!

Never start this machine again! The day that happens, this town will fall to ruin!"

Mr. Fugo turned bright red. His whole body shook and his attitude shifted dramatically.

"Ma- Magolor! No, Professor Magolor!" He knelt down and took Magolor's hand. "You are a wonderful scholar! You deciphered the characters! There was such a secret in the ancient machine!"

"Now that you know how to start it, you can make a lot of money. It’s amazing, huh?"

Mr. Fugo looked up at Magolor's face in distrust. There was a chance he would tell everyone this secret. It would be bad news if that happened. The citizens will surely oppose the starting of the ancient machine. He spoke to Magolor gently.

"Of course, I would like to show my appreciation, Professor Magolor."

"Appreciation? You’ll give me something?"

"That’s right, whatever you want! I’ll give you half my fortune, even. It doesn't matter."

"Really? Wow, I’m rich!" Magolor’s eyes sparkled with great joy. Mr. Fugo laughed darkly in his heart as he watched.

(Good, if you're happy right now.)

Of course, Mr. Fugo wasn’t going to give away any amount of his fortune to Magolor. If the plan was successful, the town would be destroyed. A weak merchant like Magolor wouldn’t be able to stop him. Mr. Fugo continued to laugh without showing any sign of his evil plans.

"Leave the gear finding to me! I have a good idea!" Magolor said.

"A good idea?"

"Put some prize money on the gears, and use anyone who's got the skill to find them. It’ll go well, for sure!"

"Prize money ... huh. I see, that's a good idea," Mr. Fugo smiled and nodded.

Of course, he wasn’t really willing to pay a prize, either. The gear finders would just be thrown out of the town along with Magolor. Thus, Mr. Fugo announced the ancient machine in the newspaper and promised a huge reward. Word of the ancient machine spread throughout town, and the residents began the search for the magical gears.

Magolor, who slept soundly in a hotel bed in the Town of Wind, was alerted by a messenger and brought to Mr. Fugo’s mansion.

"Why did you call me at this time ... I'm sleepy ... " he tiredly complained.

"Look!" Mr. Fugo shouted. He took Magolor to the hidden room. Magolor awoke fully upon seeing the opened safe.

"Wow ... What happened!? It looks as if a thief broke in ... "

"Oh noo~, that’s not what happened at all! I was the one who broke into my own safe!" Mr. Fugo usually spoke very politely to Magolor, but today, he was so angry he could not hide his real personality. "According to the guards, the bandits are a duo. One wore a red, silk top hat and cloak."

"Red, silk top hat and cloak ... Hm, maybe ... "

"Oh, these days the Town of Light is troubled by a great thief. Many mansions have been hit. I hoped this wouldn’t happen ... "

"What was stolen?"

"That's the problem!" Mr. Fugo paced as he spoke. "There are lots of precious treasures in this house. Lots of jewels, fine art, and of course, money, but the thieves didn't touch those at all! They invaded only this hidden room and ... " he continued, "they stole everything regarding the ancient machine. Even the photo I kept in the safe!"

"What photo?"

"A photo of that silver plate," Mr. Fugo said, covering his face. "If that plate is deciphered, it will ruin everything! The citizens will be extremely opposed to the operation of the ancient machine. The plan is ruined!"

"Uh-huh ... " Magolor said in a carefree voice. "Don’t worry, some thieves wouldn't be able to read the ancient characters."

"They must have an interest in ancient technology, though. Because otherwise they wouldn't have been able to take the documents and photograph without getting distracted by the riches throughout the mansion."

"That’s right ... " he thought. Mr. Fugo turned grim.

"Then it’s come to this. There is no choice but to get the three gears as soon as possible. The machine must be started before the thieves have a chance to strike again."

"Uh, uh-huh. All right." Magolor was surprised by Mr. Fugo’s sudden steely determination. He stretched his arms wide. "I’ll hurry and get the gears for you, then."

"Really!? You’ve found them!?"

"That’s right! I know what I’m doing." Magolor waved and left Mr. Fugo’s mansion. He headed back to the hotel in a good mood.

"Meta Knight seems to have been successful in finding the gear. President Dedede retrieved the gear on the clock tower as well, and Kirby found the one in the field ... " Magolor couldn't stop laughing. "The three gears, they’re mine! Fugo doesn’t even notice he’s being deceived! My plan will succeed!"

Meta Knight returned to his mansion and took a closer look at the stolen material from the secret room. The most worrying item was the photo that was stored in the safe.

"These symbols ... I see, they’re characters from an ancient civilization." Meta Knight pulled out a thick book from the bookshelf and enlarged the text with a magnifying glass as he turned the pages. After a while, Daroach came in through the window.

"I'm back! I've returned."

"You’re safe."

"No wonder, they couldn't lay a single finger on me!" Daroach looked at the books spread out over Meta Knight’s desk. "What? What are you doing?" he asked.

"Deciphering ancient characters," Meta Knight answered without looking up from the book. "The photo in the safe has ancient characters on it. They probably have to do with the machine."

Daroach picked up the photo and blinked. "I've never seen characters like these before. You can read something like this?"

"Of course I can't read them. However, I have a research book on ancient characters. I’m looking for clues."

"Really ... " Daroach stared at the detailed symbols written in the book. His expression soured. "I can't. My head hurts."

"You should rest, already."

"Fine, I’ll leave you to that." He laid down on the couch as he said that.

"If you want to sleep, you can use the guest room."

"Goodness, here? I can’t settle down on a bed so gorgeous. Besides, I don’t want to get caught by your butler." He fell asleep quickly.

" ... A good man gets his rest," Meta Knight murmured. He began the process of deciphering the ancient characters. There was a long night to come.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Daroach was dreaming of delicious sweets when he was roughly awakened.

"Get up! Get up, Daroach!"

"Ah ... huh ... " He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Hm? Where ...? Oh yeah, I fell asleep in your mansion. Good morning, Meta Knight ... "

"Listen to me! I understand what the ancient characters mean!" Daroach, at last, remembered what happened before he fell asleep.

"You, did you not sleep last night? You've been working hard ... "

"It doesn’t matter, get up!" Meta Knight grabbed Daroach's hand and dragged him to the desk. "It was difficult, but I managed to decipher it. It’s a grave warning an ancient sage left to those of the future."

"Warning ...? " Daroach was still half asleep. Meta Knight pulled his arm sharply. "Please explain."

"I will. There are some parts I couldn't decipher, so I will read only the parts I understand. ‘This machine ... turns stone into priceless material ... makes a lot of money ... instead ... misery ... ‘"

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"There is a continuation. ‘The aristocrats ... profited ... In the town ... stink ... suffering ............ Three gears ... sealed ... Stop the machine ... When this machine starts again, this town ... ruins ... ‘"

"What ...!? " Daroach’s face was drawn. "It says if the machine moves again the town will fall to ruin!?"

"That would be the case. The ancient machine can be used to turn stone into treasure and money, however, doing so will harm the inhabitants of the town and enrich only the aristocrats. It's a nightmare machine."

"Fugo ... Does he know this!?"

"Probably. Even I was able to decipher it, and he likely had an expert on his side."

"What a mess ... it wasn't an evil wizard who sealed the gears of the machine ... No, it wasn’t like that at all. The truth was Fugo was willing to destroy the Town of Wind for profit!"

"We can't let this happen. We have to stop the plan." At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Butler Vul’s voice was heard from the other side.

"Good morning, sir. That medicine peddler named Magolor has come again."

"Magolor?"

"Yes, it’s rather annoying this early in the morning. Should I turn him away?"

"No, it doesn’t matter. Let me through."

" ... Understood." Then— "Wah! Ma- Magolor!?" Butler Vul’s loud voice echoed. "I told you to wait at the front door! You’re just not going to listen and do whatever you want!?" The door opened and Magolor appeared.

"Good morning, Lord Meta Knight!"

"A good morning, it is not! Rude ...! " Butler Vul was on his way to throw out Magolor when he noticed Daroach. "Daroach!? You bastard, again, you’ve snuck in under my gaze! You’ve ignored me over and over ...! "

"I don't mind," Meta Knight soothed the furious butler swaying with anger. "You’re dismissed. Don't come unless I call you."

"But my Lord! I have a responsibility as a butler! Nevertheless! Nevertheless, when these guys—!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I apologize on their behalf. Get out." Meta Knight pushed Vul out of the room and closed the door, then turned to Magolor.

"You came back, Magolor," he said. Magolor looked curiously at Daroach.

"Eh ... who is this person ...? "

"A friend of mine, Daroach. He’s collaborating with me to help search for the gears."

"Wow! Nice to meet you, Mr. Daroach. I’m Magolor ... "

"Oh, I’ve heard about you, but nevermind that. There are more important matters at hand."

"Did you find the gear?"

"Well, we found out the unexpected truth. We’ll walk you through it, so sit down." Daroach picked up the stolen picture and gave it to Magolor. Magolor shook his head exaggeratedly.

"There’s something like characters written on it ... What is this?"

"It tells the purpose of the ancient machine found in the diamond mine."

"What’s it say? I can't read a single word of it!"

"It’s difficult to decipher ancient characters, but I understand the general meaning," Meta Knight said. He read aloud the parts he could understand.

"In other words," Daroach said, "when the ancient machine works, it turns stone into expensive treasure and makes the aristocrats a lot of money, but in exchange, it stinks up and destroys the town."

"Ehhhhh!? Whaaaa!?" Magolor covered his face and shook. "I didn’t realize the ancient machine was so scary! I didn’t know, not at all, not at all! What!?" Meta Knight turned his sharp gaze toward Magolor.

"Did you really not know? You're very familiar with the gears."

"Of course, but I just wanted to collect them! There’s no reason to think that way!"

"Why did you know where the gears were in the first place?" Meta Knight’s voice became harsher and harsher.

"U-uh ... "

"I doubt a mere medicine peddler could know such valuable information. Are you related to Fugo in any way?"

"Ehhhhh!? N-no wayyyyy!" Magolor waved his hands back and forth in a panic. "I used the Star Compass! That’s why I knew where the gears were!"

"The Star Compass? What is that?"

"It’s a tool used to find magical objects. My friend, Kirby, has it."

"Kirby? Airplane pilot Kirby?" Daroach asked.

"Do you know who that is?" Meta Knight turned to him.

"Mhm. He’s a celebrity in the Town of Wind. An interesting, gluttonous kid who likes to take naps." Daroach turned to Magolor. "This means Kirby also knows where the gears are?"

"Uh-huh ... Not only Kirby, but President Dedede, too ... "

"Let’s hurry to those two, then. We need to stop them before they turn over the gears to Fugo." Meta Knight picked up the gear and the stolen material, and, after a moment, the book on ancient characters as well.

"You want to bring that heavy book with you? For what?" Daroach asked.

"I may be able to decipher more of the ancient text if I have it on me. I want as much information as possible."

"You're right, let's go." The three left the room. They were led by Butler Vul, who muttered under his breath as he took them to the garage behind the mansion. There sat Meta Knight’s seven steam cars.

"Woah, sick!" Magolor squealed. "I’ve never ridden in anything like these!"

"I hope you've got guts, Meta Knight’s driving is something else."

"Wow, sounds exciting!"

Meta Knight opened the door of a bright red sports car. "This car is the fastest. Get in."

He sat in the driver's seat, while Daroach took the passenger side, and Magolor sat in the back. Meta Knight stepped on the pedals suddenly, and the car spewed out smoke and accelerated rapidly. It had ferocious speed. The wind blew in their faces with such force it was difficult to keep their eyes open.

"Waahhhhhhh!" Magolor screamed.

Daroach squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold on tight, Magolor!" he shouted. "If you don’t, you'll be blown out of the car!"

"Waaghhhhhhh! Scaryyyyy! Help, Lord Meta Knight ...! "

"Give up! Meta Knight’s personality changes when he drives!"

The car reached its maximum speed in the blink of an eye. They flew through the wide roads and sped off into the Town of Wind.

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Heya~!^^ how do you think Noya, Kuroo and Oikawa would react to their S/O teasing them in public? Like really teasing them and using all their weaknesses (that they can use in public) just to stir them up? I hope this isn’t too much of an ask and I hope the writing goes well, have a great day~!^^

✧･ﾟteasing them in public✧･ﾟheadcanons

a/n: boo. i’m back teehee >:p

↦ pairings: nishinoya x reader, kuroo x reader, oikawa x reader

↦ warnings: suggestive + characters are aged up!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

nishinoya

→ you, tanaka, noya, hinata, kags, tsuki, and yams went to some cafe near karasuno

→ by yamaguchi’s request

→ anyway — you lowkey didn’t wanna go because you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend ;)

→ but he was like “noo we have to go, i’m sorry baby”

→ u were a wittle annoyed but once you saw everyone, you felt better

→ that didn’t stop your neediness though nehehehe

→ so you sat down with the boys, tanaka was talking to / lowkey picking on tsukishima while hinata, kageyama, noya, and yamaguchi were discussing volleyball

→ since you couldn’t really join the convo about volleyball, you poked at noya

→ he turned around while the others were still talking, “hm? what’s up babe?”

→ “yuu, there’s something in your hair” and you ran your fingers through his hair

→ “thank you baby, i didn’t even-”

→ then you tugged at it😳

→ cmon we know noya loses his Shit when his hair is pulled okay i don’t make the rules-

→ he lowkey yelped and his face went red, you just grinned at him

→ hinata: “um.. noya are you okay?”

→ tanaka and tsuki were snickering

→ yams: “yeah, your face is kinda red-oh”

→ his face got even more red and you started laughing

→ while everyone else went back to their conversations, he put his hand on your thigh and whispered —

→ “jusy wait til we get home, bunny”

kuroo

→ u went to one of nekoma’s practices to watch your boyfriend play

→ there was a little free time before so the boys were stretching and you were talking to kenma

→ you were sitting on the bleachers with him and he was talking to you about some new video game

→ and kuroo walked by you two...

→ kuroo: “kenma, what happened to stretching?”

→ kenma: “i stretched enough.”

→ kuroo: “hah fine then, lazy.” then he looked back at you “baby, can you help me with some boxes in the closet?”

→ so to tease him for once you got up from the bleachers, stepped towards him, and whispered in his ear

→ “okay, daddy”

→ his face went RED AND HE GOT THAT SMIRK ON HIS FACE you know the one

→ he looked at you, back at the team, “let’s go, baby”

→ y/n: “finish stretching first, dummy”

→ anOTHER TEASE?? well it worked anyway-

→ HE RUSHED TO SIT WITH THE TEAM AND STRETCHED FOR A GOOD 20 SECONDS

→ then he like bolted back to you, “we’ll be back. gotta get those boxes you know haha-“

→ he grabbed your arm by your wrist and started walking super fast somewhere

→ “i’m gonna make you say my name 10 times louder than that, kitten”

→ yea he broke ur back like a glow stick

oikawa

→ lol sub headass-

→ anyways — team dinner right?

→ you went out with your boyfriend to celebrate one of aoba johsai’s wins

→ and knowing how your boyfriend can get...you had to mess with him

→ he was in front of his friends/teammates, being the captain n shit, perfect chance

→ oikawa: “yeah, their #6 was pretty good but i think that-”

→ y/n: “tooooruu”

→ yeah just whine his name and he’ll Lose His Shit

→ it’s literally all it takes, have you met this boy????

→ oikawa: 😳😳😳 “y-yeah, babe?”

→ iwaizumi ENJOYED THIS DJHSH

→ so did the rest of the team but iwaizumi was the most amused

→ snickers from all around the table

→ did oikawa kick his teammate’s legs to shut up?? yes

→ so when the convo went back to normal(ish) he put his hand on your upper leg

→ so to mess with him more :)))) you swatted it away and put your hand on his instead

y/n: nuh uh, tooru

→ totally wasn’t hiding a boner a ha ha ha

→ super flustered and spent the rest of dinner trying to hide how horny he was

→ begged you to dom him as SOON AS YOU TWO LEFT SHJSKWH

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