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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months

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How JJK men react when you fall asleep on them

Pairing: Nanami x reader; Gojo x reader; Inumaki x reader (first time yay, thank you @emzalot and @trysudio for the great idea <3)

Word Count: 3,4k

Warnings: not proofread because I really have to go to work right now lol, a little language here and there, otherwise fluff overload, will write a part ll of this so if you wanna get tagged leave a comment and let me know. Also, I'd appreciate it sooooo much if you'd interact with this fic and showed some support <3

Kento Nanami

It’s been a hell of a week. Work swallows you whole, curses appear like plagues out of nowhere. This summer seems to be worse than any year before, worse than anything you’ve ever witnessed despite the stinging fact that you are a grade 1 sorcerer.

“When was the last time you’ve slept, (y/n)?” Satoru questions playfully when you walk past him.

You have no energy for his bullshit right now, feet shuffling on the floor without a real aim. Oh, but you do have an aim-

Him.

“Can’t remember anymore. Let me go home now”, you mumble, heart beating a little faster just by the thought of it.

Going home means meeting him. After weeks of being apart, after weeks of not really seeing each other, you’ll finally come back home to him. Kento Nanami, the best boyfriend walking on this earth. Kento Nanami, who was the one who forced Gojo to talk to the elders in order to give you a few days off. Kento Nanami, who is the only thing on your mind except for sleep right now.

“Come on, let me drive you home, (y/n). No need for you to walk that whole way”, Gojo suggests.

You can’t argue. In fact, you don’t even want to. Even the thought of sitting for a few minutes seems like a relieve at the moment.

“Your man was really mad when he found out you were assigned for another bunch of missions this week, threatened to slap me if I don’t talk to the elders”, the man next to you comments amused while starting the car.

Kento is a calm and collected man, never too much of anything. But when it comes to you and your safety, he seems to put on another face.

Definitely a hot one.

“I hope he slapped you anyway”, you reply with a weak grin, earning a heartfelt laugh from Gojo.

“Not yet, but let me escort you to the door just in case.”

He stops the car, your numb body refusing to get up. You just started to get comfortable, maybe you’re able to rest your eyes on the passenger seat for a second…

“Come on, you just need to walk inside. Kento already waits for you.”

“Did you drive her here?”

Oh, that sweet voice. That sweet voice you get drunk on over and over again, that voice that lures you into relieving darkness. Now you’re save. Now you’re finally able to rest.

“Hey sweetheart, are you alright?”

His comforting touch caresses your cheek gently, you can tell he’s gazing down at you worried. But as much as you want to lift you arms and finally embrace your boyfriend in a tight hug, as much as you are forcing your eyes to open and take in his striking sight, you simply can’t move.

“Let me carry you inside. You definitely need to rest now”, he mumbles.

Softly, he lifts you out of the passenger seat. You feel like melting away in an instant, the mixture of his masculine scent along with the warmth of his body being your personal heaven on earth. God, how much you love that man, how much adore that he stood up for you, that he lets you rest in his comforting arms right now.

“Thank you for helping me out”, Nanami addresses towards Gojo.

“No need for that. We’re buddies after all, right? And I don’t wanna get slapped by you. Good night, (y/n), sleep tight!”

As much as you’d love to bite back, your tongue is so numb you can’t even bring out anything apart from a minor groan.

Kento’s tall frame begins to walk, his tight muscles reflecting every little movement against your head. What a sensation it is, knowing that you’ll lay curled up next to him in bed within the next minutes.

“Missed you”, you mumble.

His touch brushes over your back comfortingly while he steps back into the warmth of your inviting home.

“I’m so glad you’re home again, sweetheart. But before you’re all mine, you have to catch up with your sleep. When was the last time you were able to rest?”

You can’t put a finger on it. Apart from a few short naps now and then, there was absolutely no chance to sleep for 3 hours straight within the last week. But telling Kento that definitely doesn’t seem like a good idea, not that you are able to build a straight sentence anyway.

“Don’t know”, you hush.

Gently, he lays you down onto your soft mattress. You curl up in an instant, taking in his scent inside the soft linen of your blanket. Oh, this feels like nothing but heaven. Especially because he positions himself next to you, pressing your back against his broad chest.

“Get your well-deserved rest. I won’t let something like that happen again”, he breathes against your ear.

“I love you, Kento. Thanks for standing up for me…”

His skilled fingers tuck a strand of hair that hangs in your face behind your ear before stroking your head just the way you like it.

“I will always look after you, (y/n). Now rest a little and tell me about the last weeks when you’re ready. I’ve already shopped for this evening, I want to cook your favourite meal for you. And-“

He stops himself from talking, your low and steady breath making it more than clear that you are already sound asleep. With a small smile, Kento tucks you into the blanket and presses a kiss against your forehead. Oh, how much you deserve to finally rest, how lovely you look with your relaxed facial features and your head completely swallowed by your pillow

“Sleep tight, I love you more than anything else, (y/n).”

Satoru Gojo

“No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

You can’t hold in a yawn, teary eyes staring at the man in front of you. That definitely was a rough mission. So rough that Satoru Gojo had to step in to save your puny ass. And if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, you can barely keep your eyes open. That fucking demon you weren’t able to exorcise all night, fucking Satoru Gojo who took forever to come to your rescue.

“I’m fine”, you grumble, avoiding his gaze at any cost.

Why on earth does it have to be him? Why Satoru Gojo instead of someone decent like Geto? Now, you’ll have to live with his stupid comments for at least some months.

“Baby, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Don’t call me baby”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Get yourself together, keep your eyes open. Why on earth are you so damn tired right now? Maybe because you were fighting the whole night, maybe because you haven’t slept enough for ages.

“Feel free to rest a little, this car ride will take us some time”, Ijichi interrupts softly, gazing at you through the mirror.

“I’m fine”, you groan.

God, why is everything so damn annoying at the moment? Your eyes wander to the man next to you who just grins from ear to ear. It’s because of him, that fucker over there.

“Don’t worry, I will take care if something happens”, he assures you.

Urgh, you are too tired to deal with his shit-talking right now. You turn pointedly towards the window, staring into the rainy late morning. What time is it? You have no idea. All that you know is that you’ve been awake for more than 48 hours by now, your body being completely worn out and covered in bruises. Maybe Shoko will give you a decent pain killer that shoots you into another dimension. Yeah, that actually sounds nice.

Satoru’s eyes lay on you, how your body gets sluggish in the car seat with every passing minute. Until your head rests against the window, until your heavy eyes get the best of you and your mouth opens. Yes, you were completely worn out by the time he arrived. And it is more than well-deserved that you rest now. But why do you have to look this lovely while doing so?

“Is she asleep?”, Ijichi questions softly.

“Oh she definitely is. No wonder after that hell of a mission. Please turn the music down a little so she doesn’t wake up.”

Even though you’re always act cold towards him, Satoru can’t help but admire you from afar. You are so feisty, so strong, so lovely it takes his breath away. It seems like the only time he’s even able to look your way properly is when you are asleep.

And he enjoys every second of it.

Ijichi makes a sharp turn to the left, eyes widen in horror when another car is only inches away from crashing into him. Before Satoru is able to react, your body crashes against his, your head now resting against his shoulder. He holds his breath, heart almost beating out of his chest. He never came this close to you, not without you complaining. From here, you look even lovelier, your steady breath brushing against his neck in a way that makes him see start.

But you don’t seem to mind. No, instead your arm wraps itself around his as you rub your head against his shoulder in order to find a comfortable position.

“Is she still sleeping? I hope this didn’t wake her up…”

“Nah, she’s asleep”, Satoru mumbles.

The urge to touch you becomes almost unbearable. How is he supposed to sit still when you are cuddled against him like this? How is he supposed to not stretch out his hand when your hair looks so inviting, when he wondered about what your skin feels like since knowing you?

A little touch can’t hurt, right? A simple, innocent touch…

Slowly, his trembling fingertip brushes over your cheek. It feels like electricity is running through his veins where his skin meets yours. You really are strikingly beautiful, even when your face is squished against his shoulder, even when your mouth hangs slightly open. And oh, the perfume you wear smells absolutely intoxicating. How is it possible he never realized how good you smell?

“Hello?”

He stares at you with his eyes wide open, movement stuck in its tracks while you blink away the sleep and gaze up at him in drunken confusion.

“Are we there yet?”

“No, we’re still on our way back”, he explains briefly.

You look around, the realization of where you are slowly but surely hitting you like a wall. Oh god, is this Satoru Gojo you’re resting your head on? And is it his hand that cups your cheeks.

“I-Im so sorry!”, you stutter, instantly lifting yourself up and stroking your hair.

Fuck, why is this so embarrassing? Even Gojo’s cheeks get light pink while he avoids your gaze, fumbling with his hands frantically.

“Nah I’m sorry. Should have pushed you back…”

You swallow hard, death silence hanging in the air. Even though you only slept for maybe 10 minutes, you feel like you haven’t had such a good nap in a long time. Was is because of him? Is it because you feel…safe?

“Your shoulder was quite comfortable”, you mutter before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah, you think so?”

“Somehow, yeah…”

Is Satoru Gojo maybe not as bad as you thought? He could have yanked your body back into the seat immediately if he wanted to. Hell, you wouldn’t have been able to even touch him if he didn’t allow it. So maybe, just maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought he does.

Just like you.

“Well, you can come over here anytime y’know.”

Your eyes dart towards him in an instant, looking for a single spark of dark humour on his face. But no. All he does is awkwardly smiling and patting his shoulder like he’s inviting you over.

Is this…Alright? Should you really do it?

“Your arm seems comfier than the window, so why not…”

Hesitantly, you loosen your seatbelt and slide into the middle seat right next to him. The warmth radiating from his body seems to swallow you whole in an instant, a yarn escaping you just by the thought of continuing your nap.

“Don’t you dare to tell anybody about this”, you mumble against his shoulder, eyelids already so heavy that you fail to keep them open.

“I will use this against you whenever I have the chance to.”

“Sato…”

Toge Inumaki

It’s hard to keep your eyes open when the old fart in front of you talks about his boring and made up adventures for over 2 hours by now. Not even the stinging fact that your crush is sitting next to you can keep you from holding your head in your hands, eyes slowly but surely closing.

Unexpectedly you feel a hand tapping against your forearm, ripping you out of your daydreams. Toge’s smile catches you off guard, sweeps you off the ground and almost off your chair. How embarrassing, did you really almost fall asleep while sitting next to him? Today was the first time you’ve had enough courage to ask him if he wants to sit next to you. How are you even able to be tired when he’s so close you can literally feel the heat radiating from his body?

With a firm smile, he slides a little note your way.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep”

You swallow, cheeks heating up in an instant. So he noticed? Oh no, earth should swallow you whole and get you out of this mess as soon as possible. Even though you can tell by his gorgeous eyes that he’s grinning, you can’t help but feel deeply ashamed.

“Thank you”, you mutter through gritted teeth, eyes darting towards the old fart in front.

Why didn’t you go to sleep early tonight, why did you read through all of those chapters when you knew that you’ll have a lecture early in the morning? That slow burn just really got you. Oh, but the main character reminds you so much of him. Him, the boy who doesn’t speak in anything but sushi ingredients in order to save all of you from getting cursed. Him, whose smile could enchant entire nations. Him, who stole your heart since you’ve joined Jujutsu High along his side back then.

But why do you have to make it so complicated, why do you have to act so damn strange around him? Toge must think you’re a total freak, always admiring him from afar while never really talking much with him. Even though he agreed on sitting next to you today, he might have done it because he feels sorry for you.

Your head sinks deeper and deeper, eyes closing themselves before you are able to stop them. When you get home, you’ll definitely finish that enemies to lovers story you’ve read all night. Maybe you’ll be able to be proud of youself for asking him out when you’re back in your room. And just maybe, you’ll be able to ask him out on a date sometime. Maybe stargazing? Or watching a movie together. Just the thought of cuddling with him…

Toge’s eyes dart towards you. Considering your slow breaths and how your head rests in your arms, you definitely fell asleep. Gently, he shakes your shoulder and back, taps your arm and slides a note your way.

“Tuna tuna”, he mumbles inaudibly.

But nothing works. No, your body doesn’t move an inch except for your head that searches a comfortable position. Slowly but surely, your head threatens to wander off the desk, sending you straight towards the floor.

His eyes dart around frantically. What is he supposed to do now? He can’t let the old man notice you fell asleep and risk that you’ll hurt your head. But on the other hand…

Touching you is something he imagined quite often. Since he first laid his eyes on you, it was over. Searching for you in every crowd, sitting next to you as often as possible, protecting you at any cost. Yes, Toge Inumaki fell head over heels for you.

But somehow it seems like you aren’t that interested in him, avoiding his gaze as good as possible, always mumbling short answers only. It surprised him when you came up to him today and asked him to sit next to you, his heart still beating out of his chest just by your presence. Would you be mad, disgusted even if he grabbed you, even if only to save you from falling to the ground?

He clenches his hands into fists, watching in horror as you begin to slide down your chair. What is he supposed to do?

In the matter of seconds, his hands grab your uniform just before you’re about to fall to the floor, catching you just in time and pulling your head onto his lap.

Onto his lap.

You are laying in his lap.

Oh god, this feels so right. No, he has to focus, what will you think of him when you wake up like that? And what will the others do when they catch both of you in this strange-looking position? His face goes pale in an instant, hands desperately holding onto your back so you don’t slide down. This is bad, very very bad. But on the other hand…

No, he can’t enjoy the fact that you’re laying in his lap right now, he can’t allow to let himself fall like that. You are asleep, it would be disgusting to use you like that. Especially when you clearly don’t like him the way he likes you.

He has no other chance but to wake you up.

“Sake”, he mutters along with gently tapping your shoulder.

“Sake.”

You don’t react. Instead, you cuddle yourself into his lap, arm now resting across his legs. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in and out.

“Sake!”, he hisses into your ear as loud as possible with somebody else noticing.

You jerk up, eyes darting around in confusion. What just happened? You must’ve fallen asleep. Urgh, that old fart is still talking…

“Tuna tuna?”

You blink at the boy next to you with doe eyes. He looks absolutely messed up, glossy orbs staring at you in pure horror. Oh no, did you do something embarrassing? Did you snore next to him? Or worse, did you drool?

Frantically, you wipe over your face. This is a nightmare and you’re still absolutely drained.

“I-I’m sorry”, you stutter.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just a idiot and went to bed way too late last night”, you blubber out.

Gently, Toge grabs the arm that is about to wipe over your face again mid-air and slides another note your way.

“You look cute when you sleep. Would you like to have a movie night when you’re fit again?”

You stare at the neatly written note with widen eyes. This can’t be real, right? Your crush didn’t just ask you out after you passed out on the desk during lecture. It’s like your tongue is stuck in your throat, mouth not able to move. This is way too good to be true, something you’ve dreamt about each and every night. Toge, having a movie night with you?

He stares at you nervously, how you blink over and over again in sheer disbelief. Oh no, was this a mistake, do you think he is a freak for asking you out on a movie night just after you fell asleep? What if you know that you laid in his lap, that he touched you without permission? This was a stupid idea, you made it clear multiple times that you aren’t interested in him like that-

“I…I’d love to”, you suddenly mutter so silently that Toge almost misses it.

“Salmon?”

“Yeah…I mean, if you’re still up for a meeting…”

“You two, will you shut up already? I’ll remove you from this class if you keep on talking!” the old man suddenly screams so loud that you flinch, sitting straight in your chair in an instant while your eyes dart towards him.

Toge shoves another note your way.

“I’m really excited about meeting you.”

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 25 days

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SUMMARY : In which you let your husband take your virginity on your wedding night.

PAIRINGS: Dilf Taehyung x virgin reader

WORD COUNT :2K

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sex (off course) ,cum eating, oral f. Eating out over panties, fingering, squirting, mention of blood (her cherry popped)! Titty sucking, aftercare ladies <3

A/N: A little something as I’ve reached 1k heheh thank you so much lovelies and i hope you liked this one and thank you my love 💖 @jj-one who helped me with this one and also @kingofbodyrolls who made this sexy banner💖

The beach was filled with fragrant blooms, an array of white and pink tulips adorned the set up, a gentle breeze softly tickles the groom's hair and he smiles looking at you walking hand in hand with your father holding a small bouquet of lilies.

Your wedding veil cascades down your back, complementing the silk lace and pearls embroiled on the dress, making you feel like a fairy princess. Nervously walking down the aisle with your father you blush the moment you see your husband, soft music and doting cheers follows in the background the moment you took each step.

Soon reaching upon you face the love of your life Kim Taehyung, your dad places your hand on your husband’s and some tears brim his eyes, asking him to always protect you and keep you happy forever. He chuckling upon his request, promising to keep you happy for the rest of his life while kissing the back of your palm and whispers "you look so beautiful my love." You visibly chuckle and mutter him a small "thanks, you look handsome as well".

You never thought you would end up with your casual fling that you met from an app, remembering it was one of your friends who had signed you up on the app after you broke up with your toxic ex. On the other side, Taehyung's friend, Jungkook, had signed him up when divorced his wife, thinking it was a good idea to get out of the grief and have some fun.

Your interests he was afraid if he came clean about his son you would leave.

He was sure he had fallen in love with you over the past year from just chatting and calling each other daily. It made him feel like he was a young man again and not a 38-year-old man who had a kid who would depend on for a few more years.

Taehyung was also afraid of the 16-year-old age gap, thinking it was too soon for you to commit to a lifelong relationship which included a child.

He had enough of it when he finally decided to take you on a date and coming clean about it. He came fully prepared to tell you about his son and break this situation you were in, he liked (read: Loves) you, but he didn't want you to live with the pressure of living with a child as you were young, and you had so much to experience.

In the cozy coffee shop, soft jazz played in the background while you nervously fidget on the chair, summing up the courage to tell him that you had started liking him and can see a future together. The man in front of you gave a crooked smile, continuing to surf through the menu.

"What will you have Y/n?" Taehyung asks as he skims each and every item written on the menu, his leg bouncing under the table due to anxiety.

"I love you Taehyung," you say at the same time as he began talking, he goes blank, the menu dropping from his hands while you mentally facepalm at yourselves. "Fuck I shouldn't have dropped this bomb this early.”

"What?" Taehyung gasps and then visibly gulps, and you return a crooked smile back. "Yes tae, I love you I've been loving you for a while now.." you confess once again, and he shutters "We-ll y/n m-e too" he says as if he's exclaiming, and you smile wide.

"But wait y/n, before I properly confess I want to tell you something," Taehyung nervously adds, becoming restless. Observing his moments you grab his spare hand which rested on the table and tell him to calm down.

"Y/n, you know I’m divorced, right? But I'm sorry I have hidden something very big from you, I have a five-year-old son Yi-hyun" he says, and you gasp "Oh my god, tae why did you hide this for so long?" you question, he fiddles with his fingers and explains his insecurities and chances of you leaving him.

"No tae, I would never, in fact, I love children and I would really love to spend my whole life with you." You blush as those words come out and Taehyung giggles, "I'll be more than glad and feel honored to stay with you for the rest of my life."

Taehyung gazes into your eyes, his eyes full of love and promises, the gentle breeze makes the few whips of your flix fly, and he thinks you look so pretty, soon the calm breeze carries out your wedding vows and seals all the promises of this lifetime commitment.

Yi-hyun stands right in the middle of you and Taehyung's parents, an uproar of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere when you exchange your rings. Glancing at him, you give a flying kiss and he acts to catch it, your husband won't stop at looking you with heart eyes.

It was soon evening while you and your husband basked in the warmth of newly wed love, surrounded by all your supporting family and friends. He occasionally steals a few kisses from you when you both slow danced and enjoyed the dance until it was time to make your grand exit and walk hand in hand till you reached your car.Your parents insisted on keeping your son for a couple of days until you come back from the honeymoon.

"Yi- hyun, don't trouble your grandparents okay baby? Be a good boy for me and your mom okay?" Your husband tells your son and he nods , he kisses yours and his father's and climbs down from his grasp and tells you both a "goodbye".

"Let's go baby been waiting for this day ever since I met you, gonna fuck you hard," Taehyung says with lust-filled eyes, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He lays a few soft pecks, soliciting a gasp from you, letting out the smallest whimper of his name.

The ride to your house was short, your husband helped to get you out of the car and quickly thanked the driver, not even a minute later your back meets the door of your penthouse as your husband starts to devour your mouth with his, heavy kisses full of spit coats your lips.

You were taken aback for a few seconds until your mind processes his action, kissing your lover back with the same burning passion, you struggle a bit until you get the keys from the back pocket of Taehyung's pants.

"One Sec baby, let me just open this, and we can go inside," you say almost breathlessly in between kisses, turning around. Once inside, both you and his clothes join the ground soon. "I'll go slow baby okay? It's your first time, right? Gonna savour every last moment of this." Taehyung assures you, and you nod.

Never in your twenty-two years of living did you have sex with your boyfriend. Sex was a whole different thing you’ve yet to experience but you weren't a saint when it came to it either, the curious teen in you would look up porn and even tried masturbating before, but you just didn’t feel anything from it, you thought you were doing something wrong.

Taehyung helped you to get comfortable in the bed whilst he removes the last piece of his clothing, his boxers, while you had kept your panties on, feeling your cunt coating the plumpness of his lips with your slick. You moan at the movement as he hovers above you, "ready baby?" your husband sweetly asks, you nod and voice a simple "yes.”

Soft, gentle kisses are first felt on your neck and the light touch of his fingertips tickles your lower belly, coming dangerously close to your core. His nimble fingers nudge the bow on your lace panties, sucking in your breath when he slowly goes down to explore the rest of your body, sucking on your skin lightly as he trails his way down. Soon purple hues are decorated all over you.

Once he faces your core, his hot breath leaves you tingly inside, whimpering out his name as he slowly licks a wet strip of over the fabric of your panties and sucks on the ball of your clit, repeating his languid motion again and again, his eyes watching you above him. You’re left nothing short of a moaning mess, "fuck feels so good tae, just like that baby.." you express him how good he’s making you feel when he sucks and licks you over your panties, this new sensation was like no other.

Soon after a while he completely removes them off your body, groaning at the mess you made and his fingers rub over it so he could have some of you on his fingers. "Open baby" he affirms, you ecstatically take them in your mouth sucking off each finger one by one, he chuckles and bites back a moan. He thinks you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen.

"Gonna finger you baby, stay calm okay? I promise it's gonna soon feel okay." He assures and slowly inserts one of his fingers, you moan out loud as it feels different from what you felt while playing with yourself.

One finger soon turned into two and you felt something weird coming out, "Taehyung stop-stop, something's coming out," you breathlessly warn but he tells you to go on and doesn’t stop fingering you, only upping his pace. Liquid soon gushes out, "fuck baby, pretty girl" never failing to fluster you and make you blush, shying away and looking everywhere but his eyes.

His frame hovers above yours and tells you to rest properly, "Baby, is it okay?" He asks before continuing. His hard cock brushing over your soaked pussy lips, itching to be inside your warm cunt, his fingers part your lips while you involuntarily twitch, feeling weightless as his thumb rubs gentle circles along your sensitive clit. "Ready y/n? Look we don't have to do it tonight you can always back out baby" he says while you whimper at the loss. "N-no want it so bad I can take it" you eagerly said, leaning in to kiss his lips. "It might hurt at first, but then it's going to be okay, I promise my darling." With that, he slowly aligns himself with you and enters inside, causing you to both moan in unison.

Kissing your forehead to calm you down when he sees faint tears brimming your eyes, he pulls out just enough so he can spit in between you two to make the slide much easier. He notices some blood as you were still a virgin— up until now, beads of sweat drip from the sides of him and some of it lands onto your boobs. He attached his lips to suckle them, seeing your pretty mouth open wide and decides to slip his finger in, your body rises a bit when he tells you to see the bloody mess and you whimper while he pets your head with his other hand.

"Calm down baby you’re gripping me so hard.." he groans from the way you’re sucking him up and you try your best to relax your muscles and try to enjoy this feeling while occasionally kissing him, moaning at his touches. He rests his forehead on top of yours and soon he cums inside, gasping from his overwhelming orgasm, he slowly pushes himself up and removes his now softened cock. You feel the cum dripping down to your ass. “Wait up baby, I'm gonna get something to clean you up.” He smiles dotingly and you nod back at him.

Soon he cleans you both up and brings you a glass of water to drink, he’s cuddling with you as his fingers lace with yours. Soft kisses resound the room until you both knock down in each other's embrace.

You decide to wake him up with a good, morning blow job but who knew it would be him to be waking you up instead.

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hyuckiefluff · 8 months

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hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any

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Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.

Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.

Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.

Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.

"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.

A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.

What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.

He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.

The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.

"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."

"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants.

You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.

"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.

Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."

"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.

You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth.

You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.

With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.

"Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right,"

"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.

"Your... brother... he—"

"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.

“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.

"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.

Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display.

He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."

Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.

“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.

He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.

"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.

His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.

"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.

You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you.

The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.

No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.

As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.

“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.

As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.

"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.

“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.

“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.

Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.

He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."

He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.

But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.

"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.

You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.

"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.

You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.

“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.

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giftober · 8 months

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Hello everyone!! welcome to our 3rd round of Giftober!! 👋🪄

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softstarlite · 3 months

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The Casualty of Love

CHAPTER 5

Summary: He's back home. You have almost forgotten how warm his eyes were and how big your crush for him was.

Warnings: Age gap (Javi is 40 and reader is 27), smut, oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected P in V (don't be stupid like them and wrap it up), reader is on the pill, creampie, slight praise link, some cockiness from both Javi and reader, yet again another interruption from the icon itself Chucho in an important moment. (Let me know if I missed any warnings)

Rating: +18 (explicit)

Word Count: 2.9K

Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Masterlist

A/N: Here you guys have chapter 5. This is my first time ever writing smut so I would gladly take constructive criticism, please be nice about it :-) Hope you guys like it!! Love you amores and thank you for being patient! I made it a little longer to compensate <3 <3

Divider by @saradika

You arrive at the Peña ranch around 4 pm; as you get out of your car you see that Chucho is exactly where you knew he'll be, sitting on the porch with a beer in his hand, enjoying his well earned break from the ranch chores.

“Hey viejito!” you greet him while closing the car door.

“Oh hi mija!” he greets back, raising the beer bottle towards you “Again here? Vamos a tener que empezar a pagarte (we'll have to start paying you)” he chuckles.

“Sabe que nunca se lo aceptaría (you know i'd never accept it) I love helping here, been doing since i could walk” you send him a playful wink, both of you knowing that back then you were playing more than helping but Chucho would've never complain about it, he adored having you around.

He laughs, takes his hat off and fans himself with it “true, true. Well then go along honey, you can help Javi feed the horses at the barn, así se resguarda del este jodido calor (that way you'll shelter yourself from this damn heat)”

You give him a quick nod “Ay, Ay, captain” you say signaling with two fingers at your forehead and then turning around and walking towards the barn. Once inside you close the door behind you, so the heat wouldn't come inside and bother the horses. You see the horses already munching the hay away, but you already knew that's what you´d be finding when coming in here; you take off your boots and leave them where you´ll remember it. You climb to the upper part of the barn and then you finally see what, or better, who you were looking for.

Javi is there sitting on a bale of hay, looking down at the watch on his wrist, the action making the hat over his head shelter the face that you like so much from you. You sometimes can't help asking yourself how he didn't get killed while on the DEA with how easy it was for you to sneak up on him. You decide to lean on a wooden pillar and cross your arms over your chest then you clear your throat making Javier´s head shoot up.

“God, finally…” he groans but you´re not sure if it's from annoyance or the noise his knees make when he gets up from the bale.

“You´re too dramatic, i'm only a few minutes late” you instantly smile as soon as his whole presence envelops you when he comes in front of you putting his hands on your waist.

“Haven't you heard that time is gold” he says looking you up and down. You can't help but to roll your eyes even if the smile on your face doesn't disappear.

Your hands travel to the front of his short sleeved red button up where you fist the fabric and make him lean on you to link your lips with his. While your tongues get acquainted with each other, his hands travel to your hips and then to your ass, where he squeezes it and groans into your mouth then pulls away from it.

“Cariño, couldn't you have worn one of those pretty dresses I love? It would make this so much easier and quicker” he says with almost desperation in his eyes.

“Sure, Javi, cause me coming to the ranch to help with chores in a dress would be veeeery believable” you say while unbuttoning his shirt and running a hand over every bit of his chest that is revealed.

“Bebita, I'm sure that with you flashing just one of your gorgeous smiles would be enough for my pops to not question anything you do” he says while working on the button and zipper of your denim shorts.

You both don't say anything more about it, especially now that Javi has made work of your shorts and has pulled them down your legs, making you step out of them.

He groans when he sees your lacy underwear, still kneeling from helping you out of your shorts “Fuck cariño, you wore these just for me?” he runs a finger under the waistband of your lace panties from one hip to the other while looking up to you with dark eyes. You just nod while inevitably biting your lower lip.

He curses once more and takes the waistband of the lacy underwear with his two hands now and starts to drag it down your legs without taking his eyes from you. The speed in which he makes the action is utterly torture.

“Javi…” you whine with more neediness in your voice than you intended.

“Paciencia cariño (Patience sweetheart)” he says while making eye contact with the wetness between your legs. He's not sure if he is torturing you or him more; with the way his cock was tenting his jeans, he would guess the answer is himself.

He traces your folds with two fingers, you sigh in relief immediately even if It still didn't feel like enough.

In the past two weeks since the barbecue at Doña Lucia´s, you and Javi have been finding little moments to indulge in each other, you both even had a chance to have something similar to a date when Chucho asked Javi a week ago if he could pick up some things from a nearby town that he had ordered and you offered yourself immediately to help him, showing a big concern for Javi´s back in chance for some alone time away from the worry of getting caught. You guys talked all the way there, getting to know the people you had become during your time apart, after picking up what you went there for, he insisted to buy you lunch, so you did, and to finish on the way back to Laredo you had to stop on the side of the road because you both didn't want to end the day without feeling each other in every way possible.

When Javi´s mouth finally makes contact with you, you have to press a hand over your mouth to silence the moan coming from it, your other hand finding home in his hair. Every time Javi touched you in any way you could swear you would die but at the same gave you more life, it was like anything that you ́ve ever felt in your entire life.

“Fuck, cariño, the sweetest thing I´ve ever had” he says looking up into your eyes when he detaches from you to bring two fingers to your entrance.

Your eyes roll back and your hand leaves your face to cling the wooden pillar behind you.

“What, el gato te comió la lengua, cariño? (did the cat eat your tongue, sweetheart?)” he says to you with a fucking smirk that you are going to wipe out of his face. You bring your left foot up, bringing it to his crotch that you rub with it. As soon as you do it, the smirk on his face disappears into an open mouth, breathing heavily.

“Te ha comido la lengua el gato, Javi? (Has the cat eaten your tongue, Javi?)” you use his own teasing back at him, trying to give him a smirk but when he moves his fingers deeper into you, only a moan comes out of your lips.

“I'm sorry, what was that sweetheart?” the smirk comes back to his face but not as big as before, more open mouthed. Your hand goes from his curls to his forearm to grip it, you´re not even sure if to keep him there or to pull him away.

“F-fuck Javi…” you close your eyes and push your head back into the wooden pillar. You know Javi has now stood up from his kneeling position, not just from the sound his knees make but also because the action makes your foot fall to the ground.

“Uh-uh bebita” he takes your chin with his free hand, bringing your head back towards him, which makes you open your eyes “eyes on me hermosa, eyes on me” he instructs you and of course you obey, like you had any other option right now, like you would choose any other option.

You just nod however you can with your chin still in his hand, and moan.

“Now i want you to come on my fingers before i fuck you, okay bebita?” he says without taking his eyes away from yours, and you could swear you could come just by looking at them. You, obviously, nod once more, and then you feel his thumb make contact with your clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. In the little time that two weeks are, Javier has somehow learned how to take you apart at the speed he wishes every single time.

You start to feel that knot forming in your lower stomach, making you lean your forehead into his “I'm so close baby…” you are able to somehow form the words even if you can promise that your mind is lost completely.

“Deja que pase hermosa (let it happen beautiful), i got you” the pressure on your clit increases and that's what makes the knot unravel. Javi has to kiss you to silence the beautiful sounds that you´re making. He stops the movements of his fingers inside of you but he doesn't stop the movements over your clit, helping you come down off your high.

As soon as his hand leaves your cunt, you´re reaching for his belt, trying to unbuckle it with way too eager hands.

Javi can´t help to chuckle teasingly “that needy for my cock bebita?” he asks you with a raised eyebrow.

“If you prefer it, I can just get my shorts back up and leave, and you deal with this” you say, introducing a hand inside his jeans, finding no underwear under them as always, and grabbing his cock “by yourself” you say with smugness.

He grunts and helps you pull his jeans down his legs; he then pulls up your tank top so it rests over your breasts and brings one of them to his mouth while one of his hands brings your left leg to his hip, to make room for himself.

“I'm not going to last very long today, cariño” he informs you while his fingers roll one of your pebbled nipples between them.

“Good, cause I'm sure we don't have much more time left” you grab his wrist to look at his watch which confirms your words, then you grab his butt with both hands and push him towards you so he gets the message.

He finally does it; he leaves your nipples and grabs himself, bringing it to your cunt and pushing into you, making you stretch so delicious, just like every time. You both let out a big breath and stay still to get used to the godly feeling.

After a few seconds, he starts to move, at first at a slow pace that makes you feel every inch of him caress your walls; then, when he groans in your ear and bites your shoulder, he begins to thrust at a killing pace.

“Fuck cariño, you feel too good” he moans and grips your hips with a strength that you know will leave bruises because it has already happen several times in the last two weeks “I need you to come again on my cock before i come, you think you can do that for me bebita?”

Before Javi, you were lucky if a guy would make you come once during sex, most of your orgasms would come from your own hands or from your trusted vibrator; but since your first time with Javier you were surprise to see that what gives him more pleasure is to give you it, he made sure each time to make you come at least once, which normally wasn't enough for him.

Your heart had already made the decision of giving Javi everything that his own heart desired if it was in your hands, so you really didn't have a chance to say no.

You sneak a hand in between your bodies and bring it to your clit, where you rub in circles, to help yourself concede his wish. Between that and the amazing feeling of him drilling into you, you start to feel that knot tightening again. You moan once and knowing that they were more to come from how close to the edge you feel, you bring one of Javi´s hands to your mouth to cover it and then put your free hand on his curls, gripping them which makes him moan himself as you've learnt.

“I can feel how close you are cariño, pussy´s choking me, come on bebita come on, be a good girl and soak my cock” it's his filthy mouth that makes the knot unravel again and your second orgasm blinds you for a moment, your walls clenching around him, pulling him with you, making him groan and moan as he still as deep he can go inside of you and paints your walls. Thank god to the person that invented the pill.

Javi´s hand leaves your mouth as soon as your jaw relaxes; he rests his forehead in yours while you both try to catch your breath. You peck his lips and chuckle “better every single time, somehow” he chuckles as well at your statement.

Javier feels wrong every time he's not able to give you any proper aftercare… Even in Colombia, his informants would get a few seconds of cuddling and a washcloth if they asked for it, and you definitely meant more to him than any informant ever did.

You both get dressed again, you help him with his jeans so he doesn't have to crouch down for them. While he is finishing to button up his shirt, without counting the two or three buttons that he always leaves unbutton of course, you approach him and start to run your hands through his hair, trying to get his beautiful curls back on their place.

He abandons his button to look at you like you´re hanging the damn sky. His hand comes to your waist, where he squeezes softly to get your attention away from his hair and into him.

“Let me take you out” he says straightforwardly, nothing else. Javi hadn't been able to stop thinking about your almost date. He had already made peace with the fact that a good life wasn't for him, that he didn't deserve it, the first sign was when his mom got diagnosed, then when Lorraine told him about the baby he thought for a moment that everything could be fine, but then Lorraine told him the truth and it was like another sign of it. And after everything he had to do in Colombia, every decision he made, he was even more sure that a good life wasn't planned for him, but god ever since that day in the parking lot, every time he looks at you he can feel it, hope in the middle of his chest.

You furrow your eyes and open your mouth to answer him but before you could do it, you both hear the barn door being open, obviously by Chucho. You take Javi´s wrist and check the time again, Chucho´s usual break time was over, you both had gotten lost on time. You look up at Javi with widened eyes and he whispers curses. You start to look around you guys, and when you see the barn window that you were 80% sure had bales of hay underneath it, you take his face between your hands.

“You trust me?” you don't take your eyes off him. He nods and you hear Chucho call for the both of you “Mijo? Chiquitita?”

You give his lips a quick peck “Go down to your dad and say i'm with the cattle” you don't leave room for him to respond to you; you softly push him in the direction of the ladder.

He climbs the ladder down whilst shouting “coming!” to his pops. You run to the window and look through it, when you see that thankfully you were right about the bales of hay, you look behind you over your shoulder, hearing for a moment the conversation between Chucho and Javier.

“She said she wanted to go see and greet the cattle” Javi explains to his dad with a shrug, he knew that it was a good excuse, since you´ve been doing exactly that for many many years.

You finally look back through the window and take a deep breath, closing your eyes and asking whoever was out there to not let you get injured. You open your eyes and make the jump, but you haven't planned for the sound that your body colliding with the bales would make, you scrunch your nose at not only the sound but also the pain of it.

Both Javi and Chucho hear it, they turn their heads towards the direction of the noise, Javi intuiting where or who it came from but Chucho furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year

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Back to you

Din Djarin x f!reader

Summary: You´ve only ever seen him from afar. When he needs your help with his little one you are ready. But does it change anything?

Word count: 4.000

Warnings: little angst, canon typical violance, shots, fighting but over all ends with massive fluff

You were truly happy the way Navarro changed thanks to Greef Karga and the Republic. You´ve lived there all your life but you couldn´t exactly call it living when there were Stormtroopers and bounty hunters all over, trying to ruin your day just for fun. You´d really had to be careful all the time. What you had said, how you had looked, how you had spoken. It had been a constant tip toeing and you´d been at some point just plain tired of it.

Greef Karga hadn´t been on you radar about being a good person. Not at all. And then, one day, chaos had broken loose. Hundreds on troopers, some scary man clad in all black and all you had done was hide from the blaster shots and explosions. How could you not have? You are not a fighter. You were as you had found out, a nurturer.

After the dispersion of the empire from Navarro, Greef found you and gave you a new purpose on your home planet. It turns out, you were a very devoted teacher. With Navarro basically being turned upside down, in a good way, it was when you had just started your new job, when a very familiar helmet and a not so familiar little creature entered your school with Greef.

You remembered the mayhem the beskar clad Mandalorian, his covert and the humongous bounty on the little ones head had caused, though you had never actually seen the creature. The Mandalorian….yes, you had seen him on Navarro a couple of times. Each time a little more or less battered and bruised when he left his razor crest with a new insane amount of bounties. You had never spoken to him, maybe he had tilted his head towards you one or two times but that could have just been your imagination. You were sure it was. There was no reason for him to look.

Now, he stood in your classroom and looked a little lost when Greef told him to leave the baby with you. His body language always fascinated you, the way it was so clear to see how he felt about the idea and all of that with no facial features to go by. You stepped in front of them and tried a reassuring smile towards his face. “He´ll be safe with me” you said softly and cooed at the little baby clad in a bag on the Mandalorian´s hip. “I promise.”

“___ is a wonderful teacher, Mando. The little one will be fine with her. Now, let´s see what we can do about that empire outpost. I want them gone for good!” With that, Greef left the school and you looked at the Mandalorian with a friendly face. His posture was still stiff and weary but now, as he turned his head to every corner of the room finally settling on you, you could have sworn you saw his head tilt a little to the side and his shoulders relax. He handed you the little one without a word and you took him into your arms carefully. His enormous eyes shining curiously up at you he made a little purring sound and grabbed the sleeve of your robe.

The Mandalorian huffed in mild surprise (was that a chuckle?) and directed his visor onto your face. You could feel your ears start to heat up. “I´ll be back for him” he said in a low, modulated voice. One as you noticed, you had never heard before. The way it was breathy and dark but also full of confidence and conviction, you could feel your body reacting to it in a way it had never done before. Now you definitely knew he noticed your flustered behaviour as you almost tripped over your words. “I´m sure you will” you squeaked a little. He nodded his head slowly, turned and left.

Whatever he was here for (and empire outpost sounded pretty serious), you hoped it would last a little longer. What for, you weren´t quite sure. You just wished it. Whished for his presence to be close for longer than a few minutes. Whished for his voice to be heard just by you, if only for a day. Shaking your head with a rapidly beating heart, you turned towards your class again, sat the little one down at a table and resumed your lesson.

It was when all the other students had left hours later, that you found yourself completely enamoured with the little green child. He was something special. You knew the moment you had to convince one of your students to give up his cookies as they time and time again appeared in front of the little one instead. Watching how he happily munched away on them you smiled to yourself and started cleaning up the children´s mess. The door to your school swished open and a panting Mandalorian stormed inside, closing the door quickly, locking it. The child shrieked excitedly when it saw him but you were actually quite worried in an instant. Walking backwards, his gaze fixed on the door and blaster ready, the Mandalorian began to look around the room and then towards you. You had grabbed the child quickly and looked at him with wide open eyes. “Backdoor?” he asked in a strained voice and you knew immediately that this was a situation in which there were no questions to be asked. He needed you to function and listen to him.

You nodded your head towards the back room where your office was and not sooner than doing that, blaster shots hit the door to your school. On instinct you pressed the child closer to your chest and turned your back towards the door. A gloved hand grabbed your elbow insistently but not harshly, pulling you toward the back room. All the while the blasters outside the door were going ballistic. You crossed your round office in a hurry. Before you could open the door to the outside however he stopped you, holding his finger to his helmet to signal you to be quiet. You nodded and held the little one a bit more secure.

“I´ll go out first. Stay here! Do not come out until I say so.” You nodded your head quickly, retreating from the door towards your desk. Well knowing what was in the top drawer. If it had to come to it, you would use it without hesitation. The hatred towards the troopers swallowing you almost whole. He slipped out the door and you locked it behind him.

You waited with bated breath, trying not to freak out the child. When you heard the commotion suddenly being right outside your office door you immediately pulled open your drawer and pulled the blaster out. You sat the child down underneath your desk signing to him to be quiet. He heard the commotion outside the room as much as you and seemed to be a little freaked out. “Stay there. Please, do not move. You´re fine, we´re fine” you tried to calm him down. The round office didn’t have any corners so you tried to make yourself as small as possible right next to the door. Ready to attack any white plastoid wearing goon coming in. You heard some high pitched whistling tones and then…nothing. Your heart was beating out of your chest when the door to your office swished open and without thinking you shot your blaster.

With a shriek from you the shot ricochet off the Mandalorian´s shoulder plate and he whipped around before you could fire another one. “Dank Farrik, I´m so sorry!! I thought…Why didn’t you say anything!!?? Oh my maker, I could have shot you!!” He stared at you quietly, or so you guessed because his head was tilted to you and he didn’t move a muscle. “D´you mind lowering that?” he said calmly and gestured to your blaster. Hurriedly you did so and made your way over to the desk. Diving under it you carefully took the little green creature into your arms again and talked to it quietly. “I´m so sorry, little one. Are you okey? No worries, now. Your dad´s here.” He rounded the desk and got close to the baby, checking him over. The little one cooing towards his guardian but nestling his head against your chest. The man huffed again. “We´re good” he said while standing straight again. “But we need to leave. Now.” You nodded and followed him through the back door and through the streets of your hometown. His ship came into view just outside the stone arch and he jogged towards the open ramp.

When you stood on its edge you halted and looked around nervously. “Where´s Greef and Kara?” you asked while he gently took the baby from you. He squirmed for a second, stretching one tiny, three fingered hand out towards you, whining. The Mandalorian halted in his movements. You could see that he was contemplating something very hard. Then he spoke in an almost caring tone. “They´re fine for now. They´ll arrive back here shortly. We,” he stuttered and sighed almost impatiently. “We need to leave.” You could hear regret in his voice. “Thank you. For protecting him.” He said it so sincerely, it made your heart kickstart. “You´re welcome. I mean…That´s my job.”

He nodded a little bit, still standing halfway up the ramp, hesitating, seemingly fighting with himself. You already knew….you already knew if he asked you to come, you would leave everything behind without thinking about it. But he didn’t ask. With his hand on the button to close the ramp he spoke again, looking at you. “Next time. Wait for us,___!” You nodded your head quickly and felt your heart break and heal itself at the same time. He wanted to come back.

With silently falling tears you watched the massive ship take off, only seconds later realising that you couldn’t remember ever having given him your name.

Months later

So many things have happened all at once it seems. He did come back but when you saw him walk into Karas office, you halted everything you were doing. He was alone. The child? Gone. Taken. The guilt rolling off of him like heavy, black smoke. Your heart broke so many times over seeing him like this, it was like stabbing yourself over and over again. This wasn´t the Mandalorian you´ve met anymore. Your blaster skills were nothing to speak of so when you begged him to take you with him, to let you help him find his child, he shook his head, looking at your tearstained face stoically.

Sobbing, you watched as he wordlessly entered Fett´s ship with Kara and left you, yet again. Only this time, he hadn’t made a promise of coming back. The man you adored left without a word, the child you missed so much was gone, in danger. Greef lay his arm across your shoulder and tried to console you as best he could.

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You´ve had it! Sleepless nights of sorrow and midday stomach cramps of worry made place for determination and indifference towards the man that didn´t want you. The one who left without a second thought, clearly seeing that you were in despair, that you worried for him and the baby and yet, still decided to not let you help. You were still a teacher in the same school with the same passion for your students as before.

However after work, you wouldn’t just visit the high magistrate and then get home, no. Once you were done listening to Greef´s boisterous bickering about being a high magistrate smiling mildly to yourself, you would leave the city on your speeder bike into the barren landscape. Barren but home, said landscape was now helping to conceal you training your aim and body. Week after week, training session after training session, your aim became better. Much better. Your strength increasing. You always told yourself you did it to protect your students from any kind of eventual danger but the truth was, Navarro was anything these days but dangerous. You were fooling yourself, you knew that. You didn’t just do it for your students. You did it because you never wanted to feel so useless and helpless in front of someone you cared about ever again. Never wanting to be left behind again because you would just be a burden.

Of course you didn’t forget him or the child. Were they alive? Were they well? Where were they? All these questions were never answered for you. And so, the worry never left your insides. Neither did your longing for him. It angered you.

Panting, you stood amongst the rubble and splintered off shards of stone your blaster had ripped off of the massive boulders in front of you. Your blaster long holstered again you walked over to your speeder bike and ripped open your water flask. Gulping down you felt droplets of sweat roll down your back. You shivered. It felt like the fingers of that dirty Twi´Lek last night when he tried to chat you up in the cantina. While wiping your forehead you mounted your bike quickly, pulled up your scarf over your mouth and nose and took off back home. You pulled up to your new, small house at the center of the city and pushed your bike out of the way. You looked around the beautiful marketplace your house was facing and held your face into the warm sun for a minute. Inhaling deeply, you enjoyed the smell of flowers and trees as well as fresh water from the fountain in front of your house instead of sewer waist and corrosion.

In the corner of your eye you caught a certain movement you weren’t used to anymore and instantly you were put into high alert. Aggressive, quick walking. You felt their menacing energy rolling over everyone they passed, making their way towards…No! Over your dead body! You started briskly walking after the group of obvious pirates that were clearly not happy about how the old bounty hunter playground had changed.

When they stopped in front of your school you immediately and unapologetically pushed yourself between them and up the four steps. Crossing your arms and standing rooted to the ground you faced them. “Can I help you fine folks with something?” you asked in a less than welcoming voice. Their leader huffed and seethed. “We came here to get a drink, girl. I suggest you move.” His hand wandered towards his hip. He was eying your own blaster clad at your thigh and seemed a bit bewildered that you had your arms still crossed over your chest, not reaching for it.

“This is a school now. Unless you want to drink some blue milk I suggest you leave without making a fuss.” Their leader rasped a dark chuckle. “School?” he asked. “You´ve got to be joking. What is Karga doing with this place?”

“He´s making it better than it ever was” you sneered offendedly. “Leave!”

“You should really watch how you talk to me, girl” the leader hissed. His yellow eyes narrowing. You saw the way his body tensed and you knew the situation became a bit more dangerous now. Very slowly you held his eyes and lowered your arms to your sides. Thumbing your blaster you waited with calming breaths. It happened in an instant.

His hand shot towards his own weapon when yours was already out ad firing. He yelped and held his injured hand, dropping his blaster. The next moment the other three were on you. One jumping up the steps and grabbing your arm. Yanking you forward and down towards his fellows. It didn´t take long. For months now you tested your limits to the max and now, you finally had the chance for an outlet of your constant worry and disappointment. With a frightening grin on your face you looked up at one of them, seeing with utter glee how he flinched away from you before you started raking havoc among them.

You were standing over them, breathing heavily, your fists still clenched. Walking backwards slowly, you watched as they got up slowly, coughing and holding various limbs with pained expressions. The leader looked at you from the ground and scrambled to get up. You didn’t flinch when he spoke in a strained voice filled with hatred. “You´ll regret this, you hear me?” You just rolled your eyes when you saw them limping away.

A small chuckle came from behind you and you immediately knew that deep voice. You turned and wanted to smile at Greef but halted in your movements immediately. You were sure you could hear your heartstrings snap. Sweat broke out on your skin for entirely different reasons than exhaustion and your blood suddenly felt like ice in your veins. Your throat tight and a lump forming, your eyes followed him as he knelt down and set the little green, squirming creature down on the ground.

Gone was the worry that had been lodged into your stomach as you saw him hurriedly making his way over to you with tiny, tiny steps. Beyond overwhelmed you fell to your knees there and then holding out your arms to the little creature all the while trying not to sob too violently. When he was only a few inches from you he stretched out his little arms and with the most beautiful little whimper, fell forward, clutching onto your trousers and burring his little face into your upper thigh.

Tears blurred your vision when the baby tried to climb into your lap and immediately you picked him up and pressed him to your neck, holding him as tightly as you would dare. For several long moments you basked in his little purring and the small touches he gave your neck and your face as you looked at him with utter happiness and relief. “Hey little one” you said with a heavy tongue. “How are you? I missed you.” The baby blinked up at your and again touched your wet cheek. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply and trying to find the nerve to look at the beskar clad man standing close.

You didn’t have to even stand up for it. He moved into your space with confidence and knelt down in front of you. With your face heating up and a little ashamed you turned your head slightly to the side, not looking at him. He sighed deeply and you would be a liar if that modulated huff of air didn´t do something to you. But you were still angry, still hurt. He reached out and patted the baby´s head affectionately. “His name is Grogu” he simply said while trying to make you look at him. It worked. Your head whipped up so quickly you almost yelped at the sting in your muscles and stared at him and then at the child. “Grogu?” you whispered. With a little hoot he looked directly at you. You couldn’t help but grin like a maniac at this new information. “Grogu” you said again laughing and watched as the little baby looked back at the Mandalorian and then at you, blubbering happily.

You looked at him then. “Thank you…for telling me” you said sincerely. He nodded and helped you stand up with Grogu still clinging to you. Adjusting him in your arms you watched how Mando tilted his head looking at the two of you. You didn’t say anything. Somehow everything was how it used to be. He wasn´t strung like a nervous bow anymore, his desperation faded away. His boy was with him again. He seemed calmer than before. That’s probably why you felt the anger seep out of your body into the ground, disappearing. What was left was a pounding heart, bated breath and an old and yet new found pull towards him. You stepped into his space and to your surprise he let you. Although you couldn’t see his eyes or face, you knew that he looked at the two of you with utter devotion and fondness. There was something not quite outspoken yet between the two of you and you were both alright with the fact that it could wait. At least for right now. You were both where you wanted to be.

“I´m so sorry” he breathed out and you immediately shook your head, smiling kindly at him. “No, please listen” he said and lifted his hand laying it carefully to the side of your neck. Your heart almost exploding out of your chest you were sure he could feel your pulse hammering into his clothed hand.

“When they took him it was like I wasn’t there anymore. I was so hollow. In the last months, so many things happened and I will tell you everything but right now…I need you to know…I promised you something and I didn’t keep it. That´ll never happen again.” You had never heard him talk so much in your presence and stuttered out “Grogu…saving him was your priority and I understand. He matters to you.” Mando moved his hand into the back of your neck and the other one to your hip. “You matter,___!” he said with a strong voice that almost made your knees buckle. “You´ve always mattered and I was too much of a coward to see it.” He sighed again and pulled you closer to him. Grogu in your middle looking from him to you several times.

Whispering, the Mandalorian said “My name is Din Djarin and I´m an Apostate. I´m on my way to my home planet to atone and I need my family with me. All of them.” The way his voice almost broke and sounded so vulnerable you were sure that whatever he would ask of you, if you were able, you would give it to him. With a watery laugh you moved your free hand to his helmet and lay it where his cheek would be. Nodding your head quickly and laughing lightly you felt his hand on your hip tighten and slowly his helmet descended towards you.

With Grogu´s excited gurgling in your ears you closed your eyes the moment Din´s helmet touched your forehead. He pressed it a bit more firmly to your head and you pushed back, moving your head from left to right slightly. Again you could hear that modulated chuckle. It sounded so content your heart swelled thrice its size.

While the three of you were standing in front of your school, Din contently holding the two beings he cared about most in his arms, he almost kicked Greef´s ass when he began laughing.

“I always knew someday you would rid me of my most precious teacher, Mando, but tell me. How will you sweep her away in that tiny tin can of yours?” He laughed again Din turned to him, still holding onto your hip. You looked at him curiously. The razor crest was a massive ship. “What-?” you started a bit bewildered. Din looked at you as far as you could tell almost apologetically. “A lot happened Mesh´la. I´ll find a way to take you both.” Your whole body vibrating when he used the Mandalorian term of endearment.

Turning to Greef he said, “Help me out with a ship and I´ll lend you the N1 for the time being. I know you´ve been eying it.” Greef clapped his hands in triumph and yelled for some droids to organize a ship as well as his quarters for a lavish meal later. You weren´t listening to it really. You looked up at Din, his helmet already tilted to you. Grinning like an idiot you pressed a small kiss to Grogu´s fuzzy head and leaned your head on Din´s shoulder. When you felt his chest swell and his entire arm snake around your waist you knew, you were exactly where you needed to be. For yourself, for Grogu, for him. Your Din.

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Thank you very much for reading. If you want to leave a like, comment or reblog this story, I´d be very happy and my day would be made <3 I´m not sure if I should do a part 2 about this with Din removing his helmet ect. What do you think?

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The Cabin in the Woods ll

Dave York x f!reader

Dark fic/ dead dove, again Dave is mean (he’s a bad guy) also I made him bi in this 🏳️‍🌈, death, sprinkle of angst, sad backstory, the cabin description is sooo self indulgent, Dave pov, female and male masturbation, cum eating, like 1 threat, dirty talk, food & drink, uh I think that’s it.

Summary: it’s been days since you almost escaped from the mystery man. Too bad you failed and he threw you in the basement.

A/n: Here’s part 2 babes!!! Thank you so much for all the kind words and support you’ve given on part 1. It means the world to me. This is lightly edited, I gave it a once over but I’m feeling a lot more confident with this one(:

You can’t help but close your eyes as you look up and let the sun wash over you, warming up your whole body. You’ve always loved the feeling of the sun on your face. The smell of fresh cut grass, the fragrant flowers your mom always planted every spring, the sound of kids running and playing. Being outside in your own little world has always been your favorite place to be. Just as you feel your whole body relax you notice how quiet it got and how quickly the sun has gone and instead been replaced by dark, nasty storm clouds rolling in. The smell of water flooding your nose. You open your eyes to see an empty field. The sun is gone, no sign of life anywhere. And there’s that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The sound of rain hitting the small basement windows is what wakes you this time. Shivering, you slowly open your eyes. The basement. The mystery man. You sigh as you remember you’ve been kidnapped and after trying to escape, being thrown in this dark, damp basement. It’s been two, no three days since the mystery man chained you up down here. Honestly your not even sure how long it’s been. Even with the little sunlight you get from the windows, time has escaped you entirely. What you do know is that your starving, thirsty and you feel gross. You are in desperate need of a shower and a 5 course meal asap. Your thoughts are rudely interrupted a few seconds later by heavy footsteps right above your head followed by the chain link being unlocked to the basement door.

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It’s been 3 days since Dave took you and brought you to his cabin. 3 days since he touched you and you bit his dick. Dave is no angel, he’s had plenty of partners over the years. Men and women alike and a few have tried to blow him and scrapped their teeth but never has he had someone bite his dick. At first he was surprised at how well you were responding to him and his touch. He had done his research on you of course. Dave knew all about you before he grabbed you. Had to know who he was dealing with. And yes he did expect you to try to escape but he never expected you to actually get away from him. As bad as his dick hurt, that chase was almost worth it. Something primal about hunting your own prey out in the wild and taking them on the cold, hard ground like a wild animal. He hasn’t came that hard in years.

Dave is pulled from his thoughts quickly when he realizes he should bring you some food and water. It has been awhile and I’m sure she’s starving by now. Maybe she’s learned her lesson, dave thinks as he grabs a plate out of the cabinet and gets to work making you a pb&j and a glass of water.

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You hear the door creak open and you can’t help but wince at the sound of the man’s foot hitting the first step. You do your best to curl into yourself and be as little as possible. You have no idea what he’s gonna do to you and you know there’s a really good chance he hates you. You squeeze your eyes shut as hard as you can, wishing yourself away when the man hits the bottom of the stairs and makes his way to stand in front of you.

Dave clears his throat, “Wake up princess. I brought you something to eat and some water.”

What? He did what? You literally don’t even believe it, your eyes snap open and look up at the man. Holy fucking shit, he really did bring me food and water! You uncurl from yourself, keeping your eyes down, unsure if you should reach out to grab the plate and cup or wait for him to put it down on the ground.

“Are you gonna grab the plate or just sit there? Here.” He says as he shoves the sandwich in your direction.

You don’t need to be told twice, you grab the plate and cup from the mystery man and begin demolishing the pb&j as if your life depended on it. Which it kinda does since one does need food and water to live.

The man just stands there, staring at you while you eat like a rabid animal. A look on his face, half in awe and the other half in disgust? Or maybe he feels bad for starving you and it’s pity? Your not sure.

“Thank you.” You whispered, barely able to get the words out. Your throat feels so sore but after a huge gulp of water, you managed to use your manners.

It almost no time your finishing your sandwich, already wishing you hadn’t ate so fast. “How long will I be down here?” you manage to ask the mystery man.

“I guess it depends. I already told you, if you can be a good girl for me the better this will all be for you.” the mystery man replies to you as he looks away.

“May I take a shower please? And more water? Maybe a blanket? It’s cold down here.” you start to beg already, hoping for a little mercy. “I’ll be good I promise. I’ll do whatever you want. Please I just- I’m dirty and cold and hungry. I’ll do anything.”

The man continues to stand there, contemplating your plea, “Yea but you listen to me. No running away from me, you have to be in my line of sight at all times. If you try anything, I’ll shoot you dead.” he finally answers.

Your eyes grow even wider, looking up at him like a deer in the headlights, “Yes of course I won’t try anything. I’ll be good. I promise.” You replied with a quickness, eager for a shower, food and a warm blanket.

“Alright come on” dave says as he grabs the key from his back pocket to unlock your chains.

Quickly you push your legs out in front of you so the man can get to the chains to unleash you. As soon as your ankles are unchained the man grabs you by your upper arm roughly to help you stand up and before you can get your footing he’s practically dragging you up the stairs.

Once upstairs, you see that the whole cabin is almost like one big room. To the left of the basement door is the kitchen, complete with a little island with a flat top grill. The kitchen then opens up into the living room except it’s not much of a living room. There is an L shaped black leather couch and a big flat screen tv on the wall but no family pictures or decorations. This mystery man is either horrible at home decor or he keeps it minimal for a reason. And the reason you think why scares you even more.

The two of you walk over towards the other side of the living room towards the back where the bedroom was. You didn’t notice it before but there is a door right next to the bedroom door. The man opens it up and flips a light switch to illuminate the most gorgeous bathroom you’ve ever seen. A deep jacuzzi tub sits in the corner directly in front of the door as you walk in, to the right is the toilet and sink. The walls are a beautiful marble gray and the wall behind the tub is a white and gray brick. This cabin is incredible. Maybe in another lifetime you could’ve met him under different circumstances and fallen in love and shared this cabin. Fucking each other everywhere like wild animals.

The man roughly shoves you into the bathroom causing you to stumble. “Ouch” you said quietly under your breath.

“Take your clothes off, soaps on the shelf next to the tub. You can take a bath.” He barks out at you.

“Um okay,” you say as you look around kind of sheepishly, waiting for him to leave or at least turn around so you can undress.

“Go on. Take. Off. Your. Clothes. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Dave tells you.

You can’t help but rolls your eyes at the man. He terrifies you but the whole macho man act he has going on is an absolute joke to you. Do you think he could snap your neck with one hand? Yes. Do you really believe he’s all grr? Partially yes but you really feel like he is soft under all these layers. At the end of the day he’s just a man. And men aren’t indestructible.

You just huff and turn around to start taking off your dirty dress and shoes. Once your naked you bend over to run the water. As you bend over you can’t help but remember how good his cock felt pounding into you. As scared as you were, the mystery man gave you the best fuck of your life. You decide to give him a little show and bend down a little more than necessary, arching your back a little, knowing he can see your pussy on full display this way.

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Watching you undress and bend over has Dave already hardening in his pants. He notices the way you arch your back, almost like your purposefully putting on a show for him. He gets an idea that makes him smirk. And as long as you do what he says, the both of you will be satisfied.

After starting the water, Dave watches you walk over to the shelf and look at the different bubble baths, salts and body washes he has to offer. Originally this cabin was for him and his family. Loving wife and two beautiful daughters. They deserved a good life, much better than Dave. It was his fault they lost their lives. A few years back, dave and his men took a job and it went bad fast. The guy they were sent to kill just so happened to also be an assassin. The guy found out about Dave’s family and cut the brakes on the family van. His wife and girls died in a tragic car accident. It should have been him.

By this point, Dave realizes you were already sitting in the bath, surrounded by sweet, vanilla scented bubbles. With your head laying against the headrest in the jacuzzi tub and your eyes closed, Dave couldn’t help but notice how peaceful you looked. You weren’t a bad person. Definitely not an assassin. But you came too close to exposing him and his men and he couldn’t risk another job gone bad. That’s why he had to take you and save his ass.

Dave saunters over to the edge of the tub and crouch’s down. Looking down at your body, thoughts of taking you right here and now flood his mind. Instead he pushes a button causing the jets to go off. Immediately you shoot up, eyes shooting open, half scared, half confused at what just happened.

Dave starts chuckling at your reaction, “ Calm down sweetheart. It’s just the jets. Help you relax since you will be here for awhile. Might as well get used to this place.”

“How long will I be here?” you ask him, your sweet voice fills his ears. Wishing he was hearing your moans instead.

Dave grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks, making your face squish up and pulls you towards him, “For however long I say little girl.” he responds sternly, “For now I need you to be my good girl and listen to me.”

With a hold still on your face, he moves his so his mouth is right by your ear, “Now get on your knees and face me until you feel the jet on your pussy.” he whispers, his hot breath sending chills down your body despite the warm water.

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You were stunned. The way he grabbed your face and then had the balls to whisper that in your ear, your pussy’s wet. The bitch is wet and not because your sitting in water either. You should not be turned on. The way his voice chills you to the bone. The way his touch is like an electrical shock to your system. This man is a killer. You can tell he’s done shit like this before and here you are ready to bend over and take his cock the very second he whips it out.

Speechless, you do as he says and you get on your knees in the tub, facing him. Almost immediately you feel the jet. The pressure of the water hits your clit in such a way you can’t help but let out a soft moan. Through half lidded eyes, you watch the man’s face soften as he watches you.

“Mm I see you found it. It must feel good huh princess?” he asks knowing damn well it does feel good.

“Uh huh” you nod as you shift around to get the jet to hit your pussy just right.

“That’s it pretty girl. Now touch yourself. Put a finger in that pretty pussy for me.” the mystery man said in a deep, guttural tone.

In a flash your hand moves down to your pussy and immediately you plunge two fingers into yourself, trying to get the best angle to hit your sweet spot.

The man finally lets go of your face as he stands up, the front of his lower body directly staring you in the face. He’s quick to unbutton his jeans and pull his thick cock out, already weeping precum. The sight of that alone has you licking your lips.

“Aht. I can see right through you princess. After your little stunt, it’ll be a long time before you get my cock back in that pretty little mouth of yours.” the man says, shutting down any thoughts you had of tasting him again. You did enjoy the feel of his cock in your mouth, enjoyed the taste and how heavy he was before you bit him.

Dave starts stroking his cock in front of your face. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more turned on, the man starts moaning and rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he’s stroking himself.

Holding out his hand towards you, “Spit”, he orders. And spit you do. You spit as best you can onto his hand and watch him lube up his cock with it.

Between the jet putting constant pressure on your clit and your fingers curled up deep inside, you already feel yourself getting close. And from the looks of it, the man’s close too. Without even thinking you look up at him with your best doe eyes and stick your tongue out for him.

“Oh fuck, yea? You want my cum princess? Such a fucking whore, sticking your tongue out hoping I’ll cum all over this pretty fucking face.” he growls, “fuck nngh keep that tongue out baby I’m close fuck”

You fingers start to go into overdrive, plunging in and out of your pussy. You can’t help but go over the edge just from his words. Holy fuck you just wanna be his little slut, he is right you do want him to cum all over your face so bad.

Moaning out loud, you cum hard just as he starts to cum. Rope after rope hits you in the face. Both of you breathing hard as you come down from your high, you take your fingers out of your pussy and bring them up to your face and wipe his cum off only to stick the cum covered fingers in your mouth.

“Mmm” you can’t help but let out a satisfied sigh as you taste him and yourself. Maybe it’s the endorphins from coming but you like this. Something about this man is bringing out this little vixen that’s been laying dormant inside of you for too long.

Dave just stares at you in disbelief. Did she really just do that? And already he can tell he’s fucked. Ever since the first night he took her, there’s something about her that has him wanting more. More of what he’s not exactly sure.

“Come on, finish up. When your done I’ll give you fresh clothes and some blankets.” Dave says flatly as he puts himself back into his jeans. He’s gonna pretend this little performance didn’t happen, for now at least.

Confused by this sudden cold shoulder of sorts, you finish washing your body and hair and reach to grab your towel to dry off as you step out of the bathtub. Once your dried off, you wrap the towel around you and look back at the man to lead you to the next stop.

Once he sees your ready to go, he grabs your arm again but this time not as rough but still has a tight grip and he leads you to the bedroom next door. As you walk in he stops you next to the bed and walks over to the dresser to pull out a old, used tshirt and an old pair of boxers.

“Here, put these on. I don’t have much here but this will do for now.” the mystery man states in a monotone. You move to grab the clothes from him and begin dressing. Once your all dressed you look back up at him for your next directions. Swiftly he grabs your arm once again and leads you out the bedroom. Going towards the basement door he stops at what seems to be a closet in the living room and pulls out a huge comforter and a quilt. Ever the silent type, he wordlessly hands you the blankets and continues on towards the basement door.

Once settled back downstairs, Dave chains you back up and leaves you alone in the dark. You manage to make a little pallet on the floor and curl up under the quilt he gave you. And of course it smells like him. You can’t help but breath the scent in deep as you drift off to sleep.

A/n: !!!! I’m so happy so many of you enjoyed part 1! I really hope part 2 lives up to any expectations you guys have! Thank you so so so much for all the kind words and love you’ve shown my little story!

Tagging a few of you that showed interest: @toxicanonymity @lumoverheaven @neverwheremoonchild @bonezone44 @cool-iguana @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @ennema @pr0ximamidnight @casa-boiardi @wannab-urs @outfirewithgasoline @walkintotheriveranddisappear @axshadows @oldenoughtoknowbetterstuff let me know if you don’t want tagged(:

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xxstorywriterxx · 10 months

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Your local barista / Part 3

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

Thank you so much for your support! I´ll try to post updates every week!

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: a little spice, nothing physical, mainly fluff

'Good morning!' 'Oh, good morning to you too. You´re already awake?' 'Ugh, yes. Again a long night. Can I get a coffee? And a chat with a nice barista?' 'Of course. Like everyday. I´m at work already.' 'Sounds wonderful. I´m on my way. Looking forward to seeing you! xx' 'Me too! Drive safe!'

Your heart was racing in excitement. Since Larissa drove you home two days ago all you could think about was her. The way she talked, the way she dressed but especially her smell. God, she smelled so good. And, of course, the way her skin felt on yours. When she touched your hand with her fingers... so soft and gentle. A shiver ran down your spine and you felt the back of your hand tickle. The same spot she touched.

The coffee machine was running, everything was clean and you sat down at a small table in the middle of the cafe, trying to control your feelings. Something changed that day. You both knew but you didn´t talk about it. When Larissa came around you both felt more... relaxed. So calm but nervous at the same time. Only seeing her in the mornings used to be your highlight but now you also feared those moments. Because now you would get sad as soon as she left and you were only able to focus on the next day, on which you would finally see her again. But texting helped. When you got home after the car ride you texted her. And ever since you both tried to text each other as often as you could. Isaac was already annoyed and called you 'love birds' which made you furious. Because 1 nothing serious has happened between the two of you and 2 you haven´t talked about what has happened in the car. Especially the last minutes before you got out. The moment you felt like you would kiss...

"Y/n! Oh, I´m so happy to finally see you, Darling!" Larissa came into the cafe with a big and excited smile. "Finally? We saw each other yesterday, remember?" You chuckled. You tried to seem cool but of course you felt the same way Larissa did. "I know, I know. But it never seems to be enough time we get to spend together, does it?" She sat down in the chair in front of you. "It really doesn´t." You looked at each other, smiling. You smelled her scent. Bloomy, yet fresh with a hint of vanilla. You felt your heart racing. What would it be like to lay in her arms? Being able to take in even more of her scent? You tried to block these thoughts for now. "Want a coffee?" you asked with a grin and winked at her. "Oh, I would die for one of those right now!" "You don´t have to. I can just get you one. Besides," you got up from the table and stood behind the counter "loosing you would really ruin my day. And I´ll have an online exam later. I can´t afford that right know." You said it with a dramatic look on your face. Larissa just stared at you for a few seconds. Then, all of the sudden, she burst out into laughter. You´ve heard Larissa laugh many times before. But she´s never laughed this much and this loud. She had tears running down her cheeks, which were red and hot. God, you admired her so much. You tried to look at her as long as possible. You tried to block out any noise exept for her wonderful voice. You wanted to remember this exact moment forever. Every detail was perfect. The soft morning light on her pale skin. Her sparkling eyes. Her perfect bright teeth. The way she threw her head back while laughing. Just everything. Larissa breathed heavily and tried to control herself. After a couple of seconds she stopped laughing and smiled at you. "Noted. I will not leave earth until you give me permisson." She winked at you. "Great. But that means 'never'. Be careful with the words you use." You had a cheekish smile on your lips as you placed a hot coffee in front of Larissa. "Should I be?" She asked with a devilish grin. "What could happen if I don´t want to be careful?" She teased you. God, you loved it. And she could tell. You felt your cheeks getting red. All of the sudden you felt extremely hot. "You, as a principal, should know that consequences will follow in case someone crosses lines." You teased her back. You didn´t want to give in. And you could tell she loved it too. Her eyes widened a bit and you could see a fire burning in them. “Mmh, tell me more about those ‘consequences’, Darling!” You sat back down in your chair. You and Larissa were now staring at each other across the little table. She placed her elbow on the tabletop and rested her chin in her hand. Your eyes were now on the same level. She had a dark, seductive look on her face. Beneath the table you feet touched. You were rubbing them against each other very gentle. You barley breathed. You were so nervous but self confident at the same time. You could tell she was attracted to you. Just like you were to her. “Tell me.” She whispered as she leaned over to you a little more. "Tell you? And giving up the little amout of mysteriousness I have? Never." Your voice was low and raspy. You leaned over to Larissa, you had to get on your tiptoes to reach over the table, and placed your lips very close to her left ear. You breathed in her scent and it caused your hands to shake. Larissa´s face was pale and hot, you could feel her warmth against your skin. "If you want to know, you will have to find out yourself. Try me, Larissa Weems." She sucked in a sharp breath. Just as you wanted to get back on your chair, Larissa grabbed your left shoulder and moved you closer to her. "Trust me. I will, y/n." Her breath was shaky but apart from that she seemed to have a clear mind. She was determined to show you, that she was in control. She was the dominent one. For now at least.

She let go of your arm and you got back to your seat very slowly, keeping eye-contact with the blonde goddess. You both had slight reddish cheeks and devilish grins on your faces. As you sat down, your feet touched again. It was gentle and peaceful. You still looked at each other for a few seconds. Then Larissa grabbed her coffee, which you both completly forgot about, and you watched a few people walking past the window of the cafe. "Y/n, I was wondering..." You turned your head back at Larissa who still held her coffee mug in her hand. As she met your eyes she took a deep breath and asked "What are your plans for tomorrow evening? Since it´s a Friday I thought that maybe we could... meet up?" She sligthly tilted her head and hid her face behind the mug, though you could still see her blush. Your heart jumped in your chest, it almost hurt. A big smile lit up your face. Larissa wanted to be with you. Not just on a car ride. Not at work. She wanted to hang out with you on a Friday night. You couldn´t believe how lucky you were. "Yes. Yes, I would love to!" Larissa finally put down her mug and smiled at you. Her red lipstick made her smile seem even more lovely. "Ok, great. I thought that we could go to a restaurant maybe? There is a nice Italian restaurant not far from here." It was a great suggestion but you had a better idea. "Sounds lovely. But I was thinking, how about you come to my place tomorrow? I could cook a nice meal and buy some snacks. We could be more spontanious about what to do. Just have dinner or watch a movie. Whatever you want. I mean, if you´re ok with that of course!" Larissa seemed suprised about your idea. She quickly thought about it, then nodded. "If it´s not too much work for you... yes, I would love that, Darling." She smiled her most irresistible smile. Good thing you already sat down, otherwise you felt like your knees would simply give up. "Then it´s setteled. Tomorrow at 6:30 if you´re ok with that?" "I am more than 'ok' with it, Love." She reached over to you and softly stroke the hand you had placed on the tabletop. It was electrifying. Larissa glanced down at her phone that was laying next to her. Then she opened her mouth in suprise, jumped up and grabbed her coat and bag. "I´m fifteen minutes late! I have to get back to Nevermore!" She ran towards the door but stopped just before she opened it. She turned around to face you and saw you silently laughing. She chuckled and blew you an air-kiss. "I really can´t wait to see you tomorrow, Darling." "Me neither." You smiled and waved at her, then she opened the door and rushed out of the cafe. You continued sitting at the table for a minute. Then you got up and cleaned the coffee mug with the beautiflu red liptick stains.

It was unusally busy at the Weathervane, so you were only able to check your phone when you got home in the evening. You had already bought ingredients for a Lasagne you wanted to cook for Larissa and you the next day. You checked your inbox. You´ve had 10 unread messages, two from Isaac, 3 from other friends and 5 from Larissa. You opened Larissas chat first.

'I was way too late for work today. I really need to work on my time-management. But it was absolutley worth it.'

'Talking to you is such a pleasure. I really enjoy your company.'

'I hope you have a great day left, Darling'

'Do you like redwine? I could get some for tomorrow night'

'Ugh, I´ll just bring two bottles'

You smiled as you read the messages. You quickly replied.

'I´m glad it was worth it haha. But I must admit, I don´t feel bad for you being late at all ;)'

'Sure. Redwine sounds good to me! And my day was fine but the best part was BY FAR my morning! Hopefully you had a great day as well?'

Then you went on to text Isaac. You ignored the memes he had sent you throughout the day and texted:

'Isaac. I need your help. It´s important. I need an outfit-check'

'Outfit-check? How come?'

'Larissa will come to mine tomorrow night and I need to look good. Please, HELP' 'Sure thing. I´ll get to you asap'

You put down your phone and looked outside your bedroom window. Your life has changed a lot in the last couple of days. You couldn´t believe how lucky you were. You closed your eyes and saw Larissa´s perfect face right in front of you. No view outside a window could ever be better than this.

#larissa weems fanfic #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #larissa x you #lesbian #wednesday #fanfic #larissa x y/n #larissa weems x reader #sapphic #yourlocalbaristafanfic

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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 24 hours

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Hi, sorry to ask but have you written any fanfics where Jerry is autistic? I've read your autistic!morty fic and thought that was excellent. I'm trying to find Jerry-centric fanfics where he isn't mischaracterized/demonized. (Way too many people write Jerry as transphobic which -_-ll no he isn't)

Hi, no need to apologise! I haven't written any autistic Jerry fics and I'm not sure if I know of any (if anyone else does, please leave recs on this post!). I do 100% view him as autistic though. Thank you!

Yeah honestly Jerry being portrayed as transphobic is something that bothers me as a trans guy? I headcanon him as supportive but clueless/cringe at times (he a little confused but he got the spirit).

I do have a trans Morty WIP with a scene between Morty and Jerry, although Morty is still very early on in figuring out that he might be a guy, and Jerry kind of knows something is up but assumes Morty is a lesbian rather than a trans guy and so kind of fumbles but ultimately is trying to be supportive/nice. Morty does worry about Jerry not loving him anymore if he's trans, although this is Morty's POV rather than being objective/a thing that actually happens.

I'll leave the scene below the cut in case anyone's interested. Warnings for mention of periods (and them being referred to in a gendered way), fear of transphobia from parents, accidental misgendering (and misgendering/deadnaming of Morty in the text since this is only the very start of Morty's gender questioning).

“Morti? Rick said you’re sick. Are you OK?” Jerry opens the door. Morti quickly shoves her phone under her pillow. Thankfully, her dad is as oblivious as ever as he walks over and rests a hand against her forehead.

“You don’t feel warm. Is it, uh, you know,” Jerry points down towards his own abdomen, “woman troubles?” he asks in an exaggerated stage whisper. Morti wants to die all over again. She presses her face into her pillow.

“Hey, sweetheart, i-it’s OK.” Morti feels Jerry rest a tentative hand on her shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

Morti takes a few deep breaths to calm herself and then sits up.

“N-no, Dad, I’m OK.”

“OK, honey.” Jerry wraps his arms around her and Morti can’t help but wonder if he would still hug her like this if he knew what she’d spent the past couple of hours reading about. She hugs him back tightly, suddenly unable to stop thinking that she might have to make the most of the affection while it lasts.

When Jerry pulls back, his face clouds with concern and Morti realises she’s once again been crying. She’s getting really sick of that.

“Morti, honey, what’s wrong?”

Morti feels the question writhing around in her gut until it chokes its way out of her mouth. “Dad… you’d love me no matter what, right?”

“Of course, sweetie. No matter what, you’ll always be my daughter.”

The words are meant to be a comfort, but all Morti can think about is the possibility that she’s not his daughter.

“Morti? Are you gay? It’s OK if you’re gay, you know.” As always, Jerry is well-intentioned but clueless. Truthfully, Morti’s not really put much thought into her own sexual orientation, and it’s not her main concern right now. She shakes her head, and Jerry looks doubtful but leaves it.

After a few minutes, Morti works up the courage to speak again. “Dad? Could-could you… tell me a story? Like when I was little?” she cringes as she says the words, knowing she’s far too old to be asking for something like that. To her relief, Jerry smiles.

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

He launches into an improvised story, very similar to the ones she remembers him coming up with when she was younger. She has a memory of Summer complaining Jerry’s stories were boring, always demanding more action. However, once Summer had aged out of wanting a bedtime story and left Morti as the sole listener, Jerry had settled comfortably back into his original stories, which Morti found calming and reassuring.

Her dad’s voice relaxes her and she rests her head against the pillow, feeling her eyelids begin to droop. Jerry’s hand rests on her hair and strokes it gently, just as he used to all those years ago. It’s enough to block out the negative thoughts for the time being, and Morti is so exhausted from the recent events that she soon drifts peacefully into sleep.

#rick and morty #rnm #morty smith #jerry smith #autistic jerry #autistic jerry smith #trans morty #trans morty smith #transphobia #i hope this is at least semi-coherent #the brain fog is bad rn 😅

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RL Simselfstory (18+)

CW: unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy stuff, addiction, drugs ⚠️

It was Friday. Finally! That was my last day of work in that fucking asylum I worked. 🥳 Goodbye Mr. B., on never reunion! 😡

I had a date with N. I haven’t seen him all week. Which kind of unsettled me. After all there was still his.... fiancée or ex-fiancée. Second, I’ve probably been pregnant, since our last night together in his Mom's house.... Anyway, first I went to Sandra, to visit her and little Liam, who, btw.... shit on me. 🤨 Yep, little stinky pooped and the poop escaped! 💩 My dress was the target. So, Sandra lent me something to wear.

Sandra was the only one I told about Nico and that I might be pregnant. S. was so happy for me. She said, I have to keep this baby! Who knows, if I will ever get pregnant again, after I had those issues in summer last year? It's like a little miracle she meant. Also this was the second time I was pregnant by N. So this time, I just have to keep it, she said. But what about Daniel? I was so sad again. When I stopped by my apartment at the beginning of the week, to check if everything is still ok there, I had that sad dream about Daniel. I was totally depressed because of that. But apart from Daniel and Nico’s ex- fiancée, there was a really serious problem, that will await me and my baby, if I am actually pregnant. 😥🤦‍♀️ My fucking pills! I relapsed a few weeks ago and had to start that drug replacement therapy again. This damn thing ruined everything. That’s why, I’m going to make an appointment for an abortion. But Sandra and my Grams will save my Baby. 😞 They’re gonna change my mind at the last second! 🩷🧡 But as for my addiction & pregnancy, I think I’ll have to make a own post about it. I mentioned once, at the beginning, that I had a high-risk pregnancy. And well, this was the reason.

Anyway, Sandra tried to calm me down..

Sandra: Don’t you worry, sweetie! After the weekend we will get you a pregnancy test and if it's actually positive, I'll help you. 💛

Me: Ok. But what about Nico? He doesn't even like Babyies. Besides, he’s gonna hate me for taking those damn pills.

Sandra: Yeah, that’s pretty serious A.... But your doc said your pills won’t hurt your baby in case of pregnancy. So don't worry, it's gonna be fine. 😟

Me: Yea, but he also said, that my baby might get withdrawal symptoms the first days after birth. Daniel and I talked about all this earlier. But Nico? He's gonna hate me! And he's right! I'm gonna die if my Baby gets withdrawal. But my parents are gonna kill me anyway. 😩🤦‍♀️

Sandra: I'm sure N. ’ll love your Baby.... Once he’s here to pick you up, I’ll give him Liam. You’ll see, he’ll like it and he’ll change his mind about Babies.

Nico came...

Sandra: Hi, Nico! Nice to see you. Glad you're back. (😬)

Nico: Hi, S.! Yea, good to see you too. Kind of crazy. I barely left for a year and everyone has babies. Philip told me a bit last summer... Are you ok?

Sandra: Yea all fine. He's my little sunshine. He has changed my whole life. I'm so grateful for my Baby.

Nico: Glad to hear that. You look good S.... Oh, and I got a little something for.... Liam, right? Here, just a gift card, nothing special. I'm not that good with all that baby stuff.

Sandra: Whaat??.... Thanks, N. This is so cute, but you didn't have to! 🤩

Nico: Not a big deal.

Sandra: Now I see it too, you’ve changed, N.... I like that. 😊

Me: Aww, you're so sweet. I missed you.

Nico: I missed you too, you’re so pretty, babe.

Nico (to S.'s bf): Yo, man!... What happend to your black suits? Is that... hipster, nerdy look, your new style now? 🤨

S.'s bf: What happened to your tracksuits? Ha? 😮‍💨

Nico: You’ve never seen me in a tracksuit, so what’s your point?

S.'s bf: Hm, that’s how I remembered you. Maybe bcs of your... soccer thing, you know? 🤨

Nico: Yea, anyway 😒 ...... Let’s go, babe. Today I’ll take you to my place.

Me: And you're sure we'll be alone there?

Nico: Don't you trust me? I told you, I broke up with her. It's over.

Me: But why didn't you want to see me? I was so sad this week.

Nico: I wanted to see you! I just didn’t have time, I was busy with soccer. Was pretty tough that week. But you knew that. I called you. Every day.

Me: Yea. Idk? I thought maybe she was with you? And I was so sad about Daniel too. But when you’re with me, that pain is gone.

Nico: Why didn’t you just tell me?... I was at practice and I couldn’t come to you bcs of your parents .🤷‍♂️ But let's talk later about that.

I think Liam thought Nico was Daniel. 🙁 He started crawling all the way to Nico. Just to look and smile at him. He was literally cracking up about Nico. This was so funny. I’ve never seen and heard Liam laugh so loudly and much. So cute! Sandra asked Nico to take Liam in his arms. She wanted to see, if he was really afraid of Babies. Nico hesitated. But I could understand him! Liam just pooped, that little stinky. Again! 💩💩🤷‍♀️

Nico (to S.): Can you please take Liam. I think he’s pooping.

Sandra: OH! Ok sorry. Yea, just give him to me.

Nico: Heh! I knew it, I knew it! 😄

Sandra: Oh no, Liam! That new baby food, is probably not really good for you, huh?

Nico: This little dude seems like a little shit. 😉😄

Sandra: Just wait till you get your own little shit.

Nico: Nah! No thanks! As long as I can avoid it, I will.

Sandra: Are you sure you’re doing everything to avoid it?

Nico: I hope so? 🫤

Sandra: But seriously Nico. What if A. wants a Baby? Will you say no to her?

Nico: Am... If she really wants a Baby, I won’t say no to her, of course.

Sandra: But what about you? Will you take care of your Baby?

Me: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Nico: I'll have to, I guess... Babe? You ok?... What's up?

Me: Nothing! Let's just go.

Nico took me to his place, where he and his ex-gf lived together. I was so nervous. I was afraid of what to expect. He warned me and said that some of her things are still lying around there. He tried to put everything away today, so that I feel comfortable there, but some of her stuff, she still has to pick up. I could see he was nervous too. Rather worried that it could hurt me, to see, how the two have lived together.

He also told me, when she moved in with him, she has the entire living room newly furnished, without Nico knew about it. She just ordered everything in Nico’s name, so he got the bill at the end. A friend of hers studied interior design or something and that girl, wanted to redecorate his whole apartment. But Nico came home from abroad in time and was able to stop this shit. He was totally pissed! He didn’t want to pay that bill and told her that she has to do it, or he's gonna dump her. Well, her parents had to pay for the new living room.... This is so crazy!! I'd never do something like this! Even now not after all those years with him.

Anyway, next time I will tell more about her and I will meet her there myself. 🤦‍♀️ Actually, she was ok. And tbh, I felt bad about her. She told me what happened to her a few years ago. Something really bad! That’s also why Nico couldn’t just break up with her, like he thought. She threatened to hurt herself, if he did. I thought that was totally stupid of her!! And I was mad at Nico, bcs he allowed her to succeed with that pity shit. But you'll see soon what I mean.

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I've missed having a family

Request from ao3.

After Crystallized, Garmadon wants to be a better dad to Lloyd, and the two of them talk. Lloyd invites him to the monastery during few days while he is alone.

"Hello?" Lloyd answered the phone while he was in the monastery.

"Hello," a voice on the other side of the phone answered.

"Father?" Lloyd asked confused.

"Yes, Lloyd, it's me," Garmadon mutered.

"Has something happened?" Lloyd asked, concerned.

"No, no," Garmadon said over the phone. "I just wanted to ask you something."

"Yes?" Lloyd eagerly waited.

"Would you maybe like to go out with me to talk?"

"Yes, of course," Lloyd said, half excited, half confused. "When?"

"If you can in half an hour."

"Will you come to the monastery and we'll see where we'll go?"

"Are Misako and Wu there?"

"Actually, yes," Lloyd replied.

"Then meet me at the bottom of the stairs outside the monastery." Garmadon said and hung up.

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"Where are you going?" Misako asked Lloyd when she saw him getting ready. "You haven't been this excited in a while."

"I have a good feeling about this," Lloyd said happily. "Maybe things will finally get back to normal."

"What do you mean?" Misako asked.

"No time, mom, I'll explain later," Lloyd said excitedly and rushed to the door.

As he descended, he felt his mood drop.

"Father?" Lloyd said when he saw Garmadon, who immediately turned to him.

"Oh, Lloyd," he said and avoided looking him in the eye. "You're here."

"Yes, I am," Lloyd sighed. "Where did you want to go?"

"Somewhere peaceful," Garmadon said and gestured for Lloyd to follow him.

Everything was a little awkward.

******

"Hiroshi's labyrinth," Lloyd sighed when they arrived at their destination. "Do yo remember when we were here before?"

"Maybe," Garmadon frowned, trying to recall memories. "A little."

"You surprised me with the call, you know," Lloyd said as they sat down on the floor.

"You hadn't been in touch for a while after helping us rebuild the monastery."

"I didn't plan it that way," Garmadon sighed. "I just needed some time. Then I realized."

"Realized what?" Lloyd wasn't in the mood for deep conversations.

"Realized that I love being a father," Garmadon shook his head.

"I love being a brother, a husband, a father, and a teacher. All those things I used to be."

"I miss having a father too," Lloyd said.

"But there's one little problem." Garmadon looked down. "I'm not sure I'm that person anymore."

"You're changing for the better," Lloyd told him.

"But I don't think that's enough." Garmadon sighed. "And I think I don't deserve another chance."

"Maybe you don't," Lloyd smiled. "But we want you with us. I want you with me, dad."

"Why are you smiling?" Garmadon suspiciously looked at Lloyd.

"I have an idea," Lloyd said. "It's a long story, but tomorrow ninja, mom and Master Wu are going somewhere, and I don't have to go with them, so I'll be alone for a few days..."

"What are you trying to say?" Garmadon anxiously listened.

"If you'd like to come to the monastery so we can try, you know... I think it would be easier for us when we're alone."

Garmadon remained silent for a long time, making Lloyd fear he might refuse, but after a while, Garmadon smiled.

"Yes, I think I could come."

*****

"Are you sure you don't want someone to stay with you?"

Master Wu asked Lloyd as they were getting ready to leave.

"Thank you for caring, Master, but I don't want anyone," Lloyd energetically replied.

"Let him be, Wu," Misako said sharply, looking at Lloyd, knowing something was happening.

"Take care, son."

"I will, mom," Lloyd assured her.

"Your problem is going to miss out on all the fun." Kai teased him.

"We are not going to have fun " Master Wu scolded him. "We are going to help."

"We can help and have fun at the same time," Kai mutered.

"Bye, Lloyd," Master Wu said, and then they left the monastery.

"Hi, son!" Garmadon said and entered the monastery as soon as they left.

"How long have you been waiting here?!" Lloyd asked in astonishment.

"It's been a while," Garmadon said and dragged his luggage.

"I waited for everyone to leave."

"You didn't have to, you know?" Lloyd told him as he followed him to the monastery.

"I don't want to explain to anyone," Garmadon said as he started unpacking in a spare room.

"I thought you'd stay a little longer." Lloyd told him.

"I'll see," Garmadon said. "But first, I want to settle things with you."

"Okay, then," Lloyd said and leaned against the door frame. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," Garmadon said. "I've missed having a family."

Saying that, he went to the kitchen.

"I hope you haven't had breakfast," Garmadon said as he started loudly preparing cooking utensils.

"What are you planning?" Lloyd skeptically asked.

"I plan to be a better father," Garmadon said as he began cracking eggs into the pan.

"Actually, I'm not really hungry..." Lloyd said, unsure of Garmadon's cooking skills.

"You have to eat," Garmadon told him as he continued cooking.

"Okay then, I'll try," Lloyd said, sitting at the table while Garmadon made eggs.

"In these years we haven't seen each other, I've learned a few things," Garmadon said and placed bacon and eggs on Lloyd's plate.

Lloyd gathered courage and tried them.

"This is actually delicious," Lloyd said in surprise.

"Why wouldn't it be good?" Garmadon asked, offended.

"When Master Wu and I visited, you ordered pizza," Lloyd told him.

"I love pizza," Garmadon said. "But it takes a long time for the pizza delivery guy to get to the monastery."

"So that's how it is," Lloyd said.

"And sometimes, you need to eat healthily." Garmadon said.

"Okay, will you play games with me now?" Lloyd asked. "Or watch TV, I plan to make the most of the time we're alone without mom and Master Wu."

"As your father, I have a duty to take care of your health," Garmadon solemnly said.

"What does that mean now?" Lloyd asked.

"We'll train," Garmadon said.

"Oh no," Lloyd angrily got up. "I don't want to learn about anger again."

"Who said you're going to learn about anger?" Garmadon said and looked at him.

*****

"Now you will learn how to avoid getting hurt in battle," Garmadon said, facing Lloyd.

"You must not be angry and impulsive in battle."

"You are saying," Lloyd said darkly, and Garmadon coughed.

"I'm still learning too." He turned as if he would attack Lloyd.

"You need to understand your opponent, observe him but avoid looking him in the eyes like you are doing to me now."

"Wow," Lloyd said in surprise. "You became a wise teacher again."

"Of course I have!" Garmadon told him. "I always have, even though I made some mistakes."

"I'm glad you're here," Lloyd told him again.

"Me too," Garmadon said.

"I've really missed having a family."

I will write more parts of this one in a few weeks when I find time

#ninjago #lord garmadon #Emperor Garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #misako montgomery garmadon #Master Wu #Kai ninjago #Ninja team #Father and son relationship #After Crystalized

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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Can you do one where Draco and the reader are friends and Draco asks her to teach him a different language (maybe Spanish IDK I'm Latina so yea)and she said in a different language "I like you" and he says "Me too"

IDK this is soo bad, you don't have to do it!

I finally finished it!!! I´m really sorry it took me that long but I just graduated from university, so I was quite busy, and life feels kinda weird right now and is almost impossible to schedule. Also, I feel like this turned out not as good as I wanted it to be, so I apologize in advance but hope you´ll still like it. Also, thank you so much for helping me out with Spanish, I hope I used the right phrases and it all makes sense because I have no idea if it does. So all in all, I hope you´ll enjoy it even if was all a bit chaotic.

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“Mierda!”, you cursed, as you buried your face in your hands. The homework Professor Snape had given you was already jarring on your nerves. And you hadn’t even finished half of it.

“What did you say, love?”, you heard Draco´s voice next to you.

You glanced at your friend through your fingers. Draco was sitting next to you, also working on the potion essay, but while you had by now only managed to write a few lines, he had already filled two roles of parchment.

“Nothing.”, you sighed.

“But you said something.”, Draco persisted.

“Nothing you´d understand, imbécil.”

You were for sure not in the mood for Smalltalk now.

“It´s cute when you´re doing this, you know that?”

You slowly raised your head and looked at Draco with narrowed eyes. He had laid down his quill and was watching you closely, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned back in his chair.

“Doing what?”, you asked, slightly confused.

“Talking like this. Even though I´m pretty sure you just insulted me.”

“You better believe I did.”, you groaned, still you couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face as you saw Draco looking at you with a small smirk playing around his lips.

“Still cute.”, the boy said, while the grin on his face only widened.

You felt your face heating up immediately. You knew he had just said this to tease you since you normally hated it when people called you cute, especially when you were annoyed, but when it came to Draco, things were different.

Your friend just had this effect on you. Even things that bothered you in others, made your heart beat faster when it was about Draco. Especially if those things implied that you might be more for him than just a friend. Because to you, he was more. You hated to admit, but the feelings you had for Draco were far more than those you normally had for a good friend. Much more. You had a crush on the boy ever since you could remember. In the beginning, you hadn’t thought much about it, but over all the years you had been friends, you had fallen in love with him more and more. There was nothing you could do about it and at some point, you simply had to accept the fact, that Draco would always have that special place in your heart, no matter if you wanted him to or not. But obviously, he didn’t know. It was pretty clear that to him you were just a friend. A good friend, but still, only a friend. He loved you, probably more than most other people, but not in the way you loved him. And you highly doubted that this would ever change. It wasn’t like you didn’t wish for more, but you also were contended with how things were. And you swore to Salazar that there was no way that you would risk the relationship the two of you had by telling him about those stupid feelings you had caught. Still, sometimes you enjoyed giving in to the illusion that Draco was feeling the same way as you did. And at these moments, when he sweet-talked you, even if he didn’t mean it that way, it was pretty easy to do so.

“You should teach me.”, Draco suddenly interrupted your thoughts, and you snapped back into reality.

“What?”

“Spanish. You should teach me.”

“Why?”

“Because I ask you to.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You didn’t exactly ask Draco.”

The boy rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Fine. (Y/n), I am officially asking you to teach me to speak Spanish. Would you do so?”

Draco gave you big puppy eyes, which you barely ever saw on him. He hated it when people saw him like this because he just looked illegally cute like this and he hated it, but he also knew that if he used this power, he would always get what he wanted. Especially when it came to you. Draco had figured out pretty early that you had a sweet spot for him when he acted like this. Even though he had no idea what it actually did to you. But this time, even if he looked at you like that, you hesitated. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to -you normally welcomed every excuse to spend some time with Draco-, but all in all, you were already busy enough with all the school stuff. Especially because it wasn’t long until the exams would come up.

“I could help you with potions in return.”, Draco added, as if he knew exactly what was going on in your mind.

That wasn’t a bad deal indeed. Draco was one of the best students and you could definitely use some help. So you shrugged your shoulders.

“Fine.”

Draco smiled smugly.

“Great! When do we start?”

“Buenos días.”

“No Draco. It´s Buenas tardes now.”

“Why?”

“Because it´s already late.”

That doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, you wouldn’t say good morning to someone by now as well, would you?”

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“If you say so.”

“I say so because it´s that way.”

“If you say so.”

You sighed. As much as you loved that boy, teaching him a new language was just exhausting. Draco was used to being on top of every class and to always being right and the fact that you were actually better at something than him, seemed to annoy him much more than he wanted to admit.

“Draco, I grew up with this. I´m fluent. You can trust me that I´m right.”

“Never said you weren’t.”

“You implied it.”

“If you say so.”

“Hey, you asked me to teach you. If you don’t want to, we can stop at any time. I can think of better things to spend my time on.”

This was only half of the truth. Because even though you were quite annoyed by Draco´s smart-alec attitude, you still enjoyed spending time with him and being near him. And -if he wasn’t complaining for once- it was actually quite fun to listen to him, trying to get the pronunciation right. Also, the way he gave all his attention to you, his gaze fixed on your lips, when you told him the words he was supposed to repeat, send chills down your spine and sometimes made it hard for you, not to lose your focus. In a good way though. So overall, it would be your loss too, if he would actually stop taking those lessons with you.

But it didn’t look like this would happen any time soon, because Draco raised his hands in defence and gave you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, (Y/n), I didn’t mean to…”

“I know.”, you cut him off.

“I really enjoy what you are doing for me, you know that?”

As fast as the annoyance had boiled up in you, it disappeared again, as a familiar warmth flushed over you. You cursed yourself for how quickly you were always willing to forgive Draco. But how could you be mad at him any longer, if he was looking at you like this? You threw the boy a small smile.

“I know.”, you answered, this time in a much softer voice.

When you locked your eyes with Draco´s, there was something in his gaze making you suspect there was something else he wanted to say; but he didn’t. He just returned your gaze, not breaking eye contact for a second.

You didn’t know how long you had been staring into his eyes, getting completely lost in them, when a small voice in your head suddenly spoke up, telling you, that you needed to do something. Anything. Because just staring at him and doing nothing was just awkward. But while all you wanted to do was move even closer to the boy in front of you, closing the gap that still separated the two of you, somewhere deep down in your cloudy brain you knew, that this wouldn’t relax the situation at all.

That´s why you abruptly broke the eye contact, now staring at your own feet, and cleared your throat.

“So where were we?”, you asked, relieved and sad at the same time that the tension was now broken.

For a second you thought Draco looked slightly disappointed when you backed off, but then he cleared his throat as well.

“Buenos días.”

“You mean Buenas tardes.”, you smiled.

And Draco returned your smile cheekily as he said: “If you say so.”

“Buenas tardes. Me llamo Draco. Cómo estás?”, Draco approached you one day, when you were sitting down by the lake under a tree.

You had finished all your exams and now dedicated more of your free time to Draco, practising Spanish. Over time it had become more and more fun to spend your time with him like this because the better he got, the less annoyed he was by his mistakes and the less he blamed you for them. What you enjoyed even more about it was that Draco was actually really passionate about your lessons. By now, he dumped all of his other friends regularly to spend his time like this. You knew that the reason for this was that he was highly ambitious when it came to learning new things and he had an insatiable thirst to prove himself, but a part of you liked to think that he used those lessons just as an excuse to spend more time with you. Because that what it was for you in the first place. Obviously, you were glad to help a friend out and teach him about a language you grew up talking with your family, but the fact that the friend you helped out like this happened to be Draco, made the entire thing even more interesting for you.

You squinted up at the blond boy smiling down at you. In the bright sunlight, his hair seemed to shimmer golden. He really looked like an angel like that, even though you knew that he was in fact anything but that. Not that you would mind that at all.

“Bien, gracias.”, you responded, mirroring his smile. You followed him with your gaze as the boy sat down next to you. “You really improved in the last weeks, you know that?”

Draco smiled and you swore you could see a slight rosy shimmer on his pale cheeks.

“I had a good teacher.”

Now it was on you to blush.

“So, what are you up to?”, Draco asked you, eying you from the side.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Nothing particular. Just needed a calm place. The last weeks have been so busy, so I just wanted my peace for a moment.”

“And now I´m ruining it.”, Draco grinned.

“It isn’t like I´m not already used to this.”, you chuckled.

“I can leave again, if you´d prefer that.”

Draco´s voice was playful, but as you looked into his eyes, you realized that he was actually worried about the possibility of his presence bothering you.

“Don’t you dare. Being bothered by you is by now one of my favourite things to relax to. It´s almost as comforting as the sound of the sea or birds chirping.”

Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

You gave the boy a small smile.

“Really.”

“Not sure if I should take this as a compliment.”

You chuckled.

“Me neither.”

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting down by the lake, but by now, the sun already set. Draco and you had been talking about many different things during this time, but now, you just enjoyed the silence between the two of you and the rustling of the leaves above your head. At some point, you had rested your head on Draco´s shoulder, and the boy had wrapped an arm around you. Your heart was beating faster, as it always did when Draco was this near to you, but this time, you were for some reason far more relaxed than usual. The situation didn’t feel tense or awkward, but like it was the most natural thing to do. It just felt right being so close to him, melting into the heat he radiated and inhaling his scent that was mixing with the one of the warm summer evenings.

“That´s just magnifico.”, you sighed, as you watched the landscape in front of you being dived into a golden light, as the sun slowly disappeared behind the lake, making the water look like molten lava.

“It is indeed.”, Draco smiled, as he glanced down at you, while your gaze was fixed on the natural spectacle in front of you.

You raised an eyebrow, as you slightly shifted your head, so you could look up at him.

“You understood?”

“Of course I did.”, Draco said, sounding slightly offended.

“I just don’t remember ever teaching you this word.”

“C´mon (Y/n), that´s the basis.”, sounding more like the teacher than the student.

“You think you are really smart, don’t you?”, you chuckled.

“I know I am. Try me.”

“Okay.” You deliberated for a moment. “Lo siento.”

“I´m sorry.”

“Ayuda?”

“Help.”

“No hablo español?”

Draco huffed.

“I do speak spanish by now. You can do better (Y/n).”

“You really want to know, don’t you?”, you laughed.

“I always do.”, Draco grinned.

You felt a warmth flushing over you, as the boy smiled down at you so sweetly, making your heart ache. You tore your gaze apart from his angelic face and stared at the landscape in front of you again.

“Me gustas.”

Your voice was barely more than a whisper.

“What?”, Draco asked, sounding slightly irritated.

You cleared your throat.

“Me gustas.”

It was hard to let those words slip out of your mouth, even though you knew Draco wouldn’t understand. But you had spent so much time trying to hide it, trying to convince yourself that your feelings for him weren’t more than those you had for a good friend. Accepting that they weren’t was difficult. But you knew for sure that you felt more for him. And to tell him that, somehow lifted a weight from your shoulders, but broke your heart at the same time.

“I don’t think you´ve ever taught me this one.”

“No, I didn’t.”, you smiled dolefully.

“You care to tell me what it means?”

“I don’t actually.”

For a while, you just sat there in silence. You weren’t quite sure how to feel. Being near to Draco now felt so right, yet wrong at the same time. Your heart was beating fast, your thoughts were racing. You felt happy and relieved, but at the same time, a wave of sadness washed over you. You shuffled a bit closer to Draco, trying to find some comfort in the boy who caused all those feelings, the boy, you knew would never be yours, not in the way you wanted him to be.

“(Y/n)?”, Draco suddenly spoke up. His voice sounded husky.

You hummed in response, not quite trusting your voice right now.

“Yo también.”

For a moment, the world around you stilled. How did he know? You were a hundred percent sure you had never told him, what that meant. So where did he catch up on that? But even more importantly…

You lifted your head abruptly and looked at Draco with widened eyes.

“Yo también?”, you repeated in disbelieve.

You could see a cheeky smile appearing on the boy´s face.

“Yo también.”, he confirmed.

“You… you know what that means, don’t you?”, you stuttered.

The grin on Draco´s face only grew wider.

“You told me you like me and I told you I like you too.”

“But I didn’t mean… I mean of course, I like you, we are friends. But what I was trying to say is…”

“I got it sweet on you.”, Draco interrupted your stammering.

“That´s what I was trying to say, I mean… Wait, do you mean that I got… or do you mean that you…?”

Now you were totally confused. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked at you in amusement.

“Do you?”

“Well, I guess… I mean…” This time you interrupted yourself. This wasn’t the time to make a complete fool out of yourself, even if you assumed that it was by now probably too late for this. You took a deep breath and locked your eyes with Draco´s. His grey eyes were sparkling as he didn’t tear his gaze apart from you for the split of a second. “I do.”

“That´s -how did you say?- magnifico. Because I like you too. And not only as a friend.”

Slowly, his words settled in your mind. And as they did, the smile that appeared on your face could easily compete with the beaming of the settling sun.

“You do?”

Draco nodded. He slowly raised his hand and brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear, before he carefully cupped your cheeks.

“I do.”

Draco shifted closer to you until his face was only a few centimetres away from yours.

“Oh, Bésame el tresero.”, you whispered against his lips.

Then, you bent forwards for one more centimetre and your lips finally crushed on Draco´s.

You had imagined kissing him so many times, but none of those mental pictures could come close to reality. Draco´s lips felt soft on yours as he slowly started to move them against yours. The way he tasted like peppermint and apples made you suspect that you never wanted to taste anything else ever again. His hands, which you had felt so many times on your skin before, felt so different when they were tangled in your hair or cupping your cheeks.

It took the two of you some time, to get comfortable with each other like this, exploring the body of the other one as if it was for the first time. But once you had gotten more familiar with each other like this, you could barely remember it ever being any other way. The kiss now got more demanding and Draco´s lips started to wander as you sighed comfortably. The grip on your hair tightened before his hands began to wander as well, down your neck and your back, pulling you even closer than before.

When you finally pulled back, due to a lack of air, your lips were swollen, your hair a mess and your cheeks red, but the both of you felt as happy as you had never done before in your entire life.

“How could I survive years around you without doing this?”, Draco panted, as his thump brushed over your lips.

“I´m asking myself the same thing.”, you grinned, while you too tried to catch your breath.

Draco pulled you close to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He kissed your temple, as you watched the sun finally disappearing completely.

“Maybe I should ask you to teach me things more often.”, Draco chuckled.

“I feel like you are doing completely fine on your own. And besides,”, you placed a small kiss on his jaw, “I can think of much more pleasant things to do.”

Draco hummed in response. “We can probably both learn some new things from this.”

“Can´t complain when my teacher is that hot.”, you grinned.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Is he?”

“He is.”, you confirmed. “And cute and loveable and just adorable overall.”

“You know if you´ll ever say this in front of anyone else I´ll have to kill you, don’t you?”, Draco frowned.

“You wouldn’t.”

Draco sighed and pulled you even closer.

“You´re right, I wouldn’t.”

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 1 year

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3rd Advent: Batter and Cookies

Navi

L x gn!reader

Advent Calender

Warnings: none

Notes: with this 3rd Advent we start our little Detective Week 😊

Wordcount: ~500-600

“I don´t see how it is necessary that I wear this…hat.” He tugged on the white pompom that continued to fall into his face every few minutes.

“It´s a Santa hat.” You smiled brightly at him while kneading the dough.

“Why…why am I wearing it?”

“Because you look cute in it.”

“I – I look cute?” His fingers released their grip on the pompom as he looked at you with an owlish expression. “Huh, no one has ever said that to me before. I´ll remember it.” He patted your head stiffly, to thank you for that unfamiliar compliment.

“And maybe it helps you with the case.”

L ceased all movement.

“Like the way I sit.”

“In what way?”

“Well,” you said, grinning at him. “Maybe looking all cute and being comfy helps you focus?”

You nodded.

“For example. Or-“ you dragged out the vowel as you dipped your fingers into the dough. “-like spending time with me,” you said, booping his nose. He scrunched up his face at the feeling of dough on his skin. He hummed as he reached to swipe it from his face and brought his finger to his mouth.

“It tastes good.”

“Right?” you smiled brightly at him. “Wait, no, baby,” you tried to stop him from getting more batter, but tragically failed. You sighed. “I keep on forgetting how flexible you are.”

He sent you a victorious smile, fingers in between his lips.

“I think it really does work. My head is clearer already,” he teased.

“Do you want to try it as well?”

Heat rose to your cheek when he placed a finger on your lips. He laid his head to the side as he watched you lick the excess batter from his skin.

You gaped at him.

“And? What´s the solution to your case?”

“Oh, I have solved the case already this morning. I´m just here to…indulge you.”

“To indulge me? You´re the one eating all the batter.”

He grinned at you.

“Well, someone has to taste test.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Anything for you Watson.”

“It tastes good. You may proceed.”

You rolled your eyes. Nonetheless, you poured the batter unto a clean baking sheet.

“C´mon, oh great Mr Holmes, at least help me cut out the cookies.”

#l x reader #dn x reader #dn #death note x reader #death note #what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #l lawliet x gn!reader #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet

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Hello and welcome everyone to another round of Giftober! 👋🪄

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Heros.

One color.

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Vehicles.

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Fashion.

Apologizing.

One object.

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Fire.

Money.

Quote.

Time.

Hairstyles.

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Full body.

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Night.

Bad weather.

Touch.

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cyberpunkaddict · 1 year

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2022 Letter.

So, I haven't been part of the Cyberpunk 2077 community for very long, but I'd like to say a few words. I'm adding a bunch of unreleased pics I dunno what to do with.

Read the "letter" below:

The year is coming to an end and I've been reminiscing. This is my last post for 2022. Here's to many more in 2023!

I've been doing art (drawing and photography mainly) since I can remember. It's always been an outlet for me. It's therapeutic. It's fun. However, I never really shared my work with anyone because I made stuff for me you know, until Tumblr.

I used to think that if I showed people my work they wouldn't care and I'd feel...selfish for sharing...for some weird reason...

But sharing stuff is about making people think, feel, laugh, smile, be inspired. That's what I feel about other peoples work, so why would I feel that way about my own stuff? Some people say you have to be a little crazy to be creative, so maybe that's why lol.

I wouldn't be into VP and gif making if it wasn't for you guys. You're the reason I keep doing this. Tumblr is toxic sometimes, sure, but the people in this community make it worth staying.

So, Dear Everyone ❤️,

To the lurkers, people I've gotten to know and everyone in between,

Your humor is funny as h*ll, your art is inspiring, amazing and beautiful, your likes, reblogs, messages and reblog tags make my day, your ocs are as incredible as you and it feels like they're alive. And...you help people escape a reality that is perhaps too difficult to handle... Thank you ❤️

Love,

Victoria

And now you know my name lol. Yes, the game gets awkward for me sometimes, especially since people in real life call me "V" lol.

I'll leave you with these BFFs:

Good Bye 2022! Hello 2023!

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I´ll Show You (Hiccup x Reader), Chapter 2: Wakie wakie, School-time!

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"Yeah-, wait! How did you know my name?" Hiccup asked, rather confused. "How did you know my name" I quickly shot back, not knowing what to ask first. This is kinda hard to take in. "Toby told me". Wait! He wasn't lying? "Oh, a-and these are for you. Unfortunately they didn't have any white ones, but I hope red will do?" he raised a generous bouquet with red roses to me. I raised my shaky hands to take them. I looked at them for a while, perhaps to calm my nerves down by my... guest. "T-thank you" I said with a smile which made Hiccup smile too. "Uh, come in. You must be freezing" I said moving aside, allowing him to get inside. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he passed me. This is insane, this is insane. I have a fictional character in my house. "The leather traps the warmth better than you think" he informed me as he looked around, focusing on the lamp."You've got fire trapped inside of that?" he asked, pointing to the lightbulb. I chuckled "No, it's just a normal lam-" I stopped myself, remembering the gigantic steps that's been done through the different time areas, especially in the light sores-department. "No, it's actually lit by this thing called 'electricity'. So when I push this button it's off..." the room's completely dark "... and when I push it again it's on" the room is lit again. Hiccup's jaw was on the ground, the fascination on his face was insane. It was comparable to the expression my face was having as my eyes traced the guy in front of me. He went up beside me and pushed the light-switch himself. On and off, on and off, on and off. The excitement on his face was so pure. I felt my cheeks heating up. After all, this is the guy I've been having a crush on since I was like 10. Why am I being so calm? Could it be the fact that my brain probably hasn't got the chance to understand what's actually happening? That I still have a feeling this is some sort of prank that would soon be revealed?

"Do you mind?" I said while raising my hand to his face, throwing personal boundaries out the window. This has to be some kind of trick. A fictional character is standing in my hall. How realistic does that sound? When my hand reached his cheek it sure was physical skin against it. I licked my thumb and tried to wipe away any potential makeup. Nothing. I tilted his head upwards, looking for any seams of a mask. Nothing. I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. Nothing. While shaking out the pain, I understood. This is real!... but how? "Uhm, I'll look into this further tomorrow. But I can't do much about it now. Follow me, I'll show you my room". As I reached the stairs I could tell he was following due to his prosthetic clicking against the floor. I let out a huff in disbelief. How is this real? Once we reached my room I stepped inside and turned around, facing Hiccup. "This is my room" I explain as I help my arms opened wide. His eyes wandered around my room, "Uh, you can enter if you want". He chuckled awkwardly before taking a few steps inside the room, still investigating it. "F-feel free to look around. I'm just going to get you a blanket and a pillow" I said before heading down the hall.

As I was on my tippy toes, trying to reach the pillow that was set on the highest shelf in my parent's wardrobe, a scream made me jump. "Hiccup?" I yelled back in a worried tone. Even though the unexpected sound lead to me losing my balance and fall to the ground, I quickly jumped up and ran to my room. As I reached my room, out of breath from my marathon, I saw Hiccup laying on the floor while looking terrified at the TV he some how manage to turn on. I sighed in relief and went up to pick up the remote beside Hiccup to turn it off. "W-who is that and how did they get inside of your house?" he asked, still shook from his traumatizing experience. I giggled at him before continuing to explain what a TV is, and how it works. Well, as good as I could. He was still doubtful but didn't ask any more questions. I went back and picked up the pillow and blanket I'd abandoned on my parent's bedroom floor. "Okay, so this is your temporary bed. It's not much, but after tomorrow I hopefully got some answers and, if needed, then can update your sleeping spot" I explained as I dropped the mattress we use for guest on the ground next to my bed. Hiccup laid down on the mattress and let out a moan "This is so comfy! It's way better than my bed at home. Thank you, (y/n)" he smiled up at me. I blushed at him saying my name, also for that unexpected moan. Holy thoughts, (y/n), holy thoughts! I went on with my night routine, and when I came back to my room Hiccup was already asleep. Spread out on the mattress, fully clothed, blanket being kicked off. I smiled at the sight, before entering my own bed to go to sleep. Though I was struggling. My mind caught up with the weird events of today, leaving my mind wandering. I tried to guess what Toby's answer would be, but ended up making my mind even more confused. As if that's possible. I guess my exhaustion got the best of me, making me fall asleep.

I woke up by someone shaking my shoulders while repeatedly saying my name. "What?" I said, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright room. "I think your house is about to explode!" Hiccup yelled. I looked at him confused, just now being able to point out his features. "Don't you hear that sound? My gods! It might be too late!" the panic being clear in his voice. I reached for my phone on the nightstand beside me, and pressed the button to turn off the alarm. "It's an alarm, Hiccup. It's meant to wake you up when you've got something important to do". He relaxed. I only now noticed he's sitting in my bed... on my lap. Don't blush, (y/n)! "What's the important thing you have to do?" he asked, while his hands falls down in his lap. "School" I answered, while stretching. "Oh, that's why it's been ringing for half an hour?" I nodded "Yeah, exac- wait! HALF AN HOUR?", Hiccup nodded. I flew up, throwing Hiccup off of me in the process, leaving him right beside where I was just laying. "No, no, no, no" I continued while throwing on my clothes and packing my backpack. I turned to Hiccup, who's still laying in my bed "Uh, you're coming with me, sleeping beauty". He raised his head, "What? Why?" "Because we're talking to Toby today. I don't have time to come home and get you after class, so you're gonna have to come with me from the start. But I only have once class, so you won't have to wait that long". Hiccup threw back his head against the pillow with a groan "But I don't want to" he whined. I grabbed his wrist while dragging him down the stairs to the hall. "Don't seek any attention, okay? Just be quiet and follow me", Hiccup nodded. While looking at him I realized no one would be fooled. He's literally wearing Viking-clothes. I would need to erase anything that would possibly make people turn their heads.

I tossed him my white, oversized, winter jacket and instructed him to put it on. Hood up. I noticed him struggling with the zipper, so I gave him about five minutes until I slapped his hands away and did it myself. In an attempt at hiding his prosthetic I gave him a pair of grey sweatpants of mine. Considering his skinny legs, they fit looser on him than they did on me. I let the sweatpants-leg fall over the prosthetic. Not satisfied, I tossed around in our closet, finding my dad's old Nike's. They were from his "prime time", as he'd like to call it. He outgrew them about 20 years ago, and considering his age at the time I thought they would fit Hiccup perfectly. And I was right. While letting him put on the shoe on his regular foot, I attached the other one on the prosthetic by knotting the laces to it. Backing up, I admire my creation. This could work. I tossed him a pair of gloves. After all, I didn't want him to freeze even though I think he's been through way lower temperatures at Berk then a chilly day at Stratford. I grabbed my other, dark blue, winter jacket and put on my own shoes. I opened the door and motioned for Hiccup to get out. I locked the door before jogging down the porch to catch up with Hiccup again. There wasn't much talking throughout our walk to my school. Mainly due to me being so stressed not being able to reach school in time. But we were doing good. I need to say something. "H-how is your peg-leg doing? Do you still get some grip?" I asked while looking down at my little construction. He chuckled "It's a bit difficult to keep my balance. The end of my prosthetic keeps slipping inside the shoe". I gave him a sympathized look while grabbing onto his arm to help him balance. "I'm sorry. I promise this won't happen again, you just can't stick out from the rest. I can't risk someone recognizing you". "Stop", Hiccup held up his hand which made me stop, "Recognize me? People know me here?". My eyes opened wide. Should I tell him? "It's, uh... it's... a bit... complicated?". Hiccup looked at me, intrigued to hear my answer. As my school glimpsed not far away I quickly said "I'll tell you about it another time". I could hint his disappointed face as we entered school. Mission: Find Toby. I looked at my phone, fifteen minutes till my math class starts. Mission: failed. New mission: attend math class THEN find Toby.

I need to find a place to "hide" Hiccup while I attend class. We're usually allowed to sit anywhere around the school under the math classes. So it won't be hard for me to meet up with him after informing my teacher where I'll be sitting. I grabbed Hiccup's wrist, making sure he'll keep up with my pace. We ran down the hall to the library. I found a table that's a little hidden by all the selfs around it and told Hiccup to take a seat. "Uhm, could I take off this jacket? It's really hot in here" he innocently asked. I sighed, his "regular" clothes would draw attention if anyone just looked his way. I tried my best to come up with a solution with the short amount of time I had. You're not making it easy for me, Hiccup! I remembered the oversized t-shirt I'm wearing under my hoodie. I'll survive without it for one class. As quickly as I could I pulled off my hoodie and t-shirt. Hiccup's eyes widened as he saw my bare chest, only clothed in a bra. But I couldn't care less. What mattered to me now was to get to class in time and not kill Hiccup by a heat wave. I threw Hiccup the t-shirt and grabbed my hoodie, threading it over my head... again. It didn't cover up much of his armor, but it's better than nothing. "Let's remove these too" I said while removing his bracers. Hiccup just watched while I slide them off and tossed them in my backpack. "Okay, Hiccup. You stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes. While I'm gone, don't talk to anyone. If someone asks you why you're here, tell them you're waiting for your friend (y/n). Okay?", he nodded. As I was about to leave I stopped at a nearby bookshelf, grabbed a random book and tossed it to Hiccup. "Make it look like you're reading" I finally said before running to class.

I attended class in time, but just barley. As I entered the classroom I went up to the table Emelie sat with her current boyfriend, whatever his name was. "And where have you been? Had a rough time last night? First night parent-free". I chuckled "Yeah, it was quite... eventful" I answered, not referring to the same "eventful" she was referring to. She raised and eyebrow at me "Really? You know watching the how to train your dragon- movies and fantasize about that Hiccup-guy isn't 'eventful', right?" I stiffened at the mentioning of his name, but quickly laughed it off. As soon as the teacher was done with the rollcall I went up to him and told him where I'd be studying. I went back to my table to grab my backpack and say my good bye to Emelie, much to her confusion. Before heading out the door straight to the library. When I arrived I went up to Hiccup, who tried his best to look as interested in the book as possible. "Time's up, DiCaprio. No need to pretend anymore" I said while grabbing the book, knowing too well he wouldn't get my reference. I put the book back on its shelf before setting up my math book to start studying. Even though Hiccup's too polite to complain, I could tell he was bored. I can't blame him. Who would enjoy looking at someone doing math if they didn't have to? "Hey! You like to draw, right?" I asked with a warm tone. Hiccup looked up at me and nodded. I looked inside my backpack and picked up my sketchbook and my pencil case. I liked to do some fribble-drawings when class was too unbearable. So I would always bring a sketchbook and some pencils. I open a fresh page and zipped open the pencil case. I couldn't help but smile as he happily began to draw. Now I can finally focus on my work.

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