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zepskies · 6 months

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Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?

Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.

But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!

Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? 🫠😭😭

Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. ❤️❤️

This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).

Imagine: Ben loses you.

Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.

He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didn’t have enough clothes.

“We’re not here for a damn shopping spree,” he called after you.

He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.

One didn’t just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.

He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.

Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.

When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.

“Here you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,” you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.

“And how much did these cost, five cents?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.

“My hands don’t get cold anyway,” he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadn’t been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.

“All right, whatever. Just don’t say I never get you anything,” you quipped. “Besides, you know you love to accessorize.”

A smirk pulled at Ben’s lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.

“All I know is, we’d better not be late for this damn meeting,” he said. “I don’t wanna hear Mallory’s fucking mouth.”

The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interrupted—by a call for a new mission.

Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that “business” behind…he just hadn’t thought of how that would shake out in Colombia.

So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Try to enjoy the little things, Ben,” you told him. “We had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now we’re going to get some work done.”

“On our day off,” he retorted.

“To be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,” you pointed out. “We’ve just gotta clean it up…as usual.”

“Hey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.

He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.

Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.

Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.

“What a gentleman,” you said, with a small grin.

Ben smirked down at you…until his face fell.

He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.

It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.

Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.

“Run!” he shouted through fits of coughing.

You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.

You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.

Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.

It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the man’s neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.

You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.

The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that they’d cornered you.

Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. That’s when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.

Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.

You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.

“Soldier Boy,” greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.

He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.

Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.

“Pretty ballsy, Reyes,” Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. “You really thought this was gonna go down that easy?”

Reyes scoffed. “You’re the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.”

“You’ll have to take up with the CIA on that one,” Ben replied. “They confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. You’re welcome to check under the bridge over there.”

He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River.

Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gun’s safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.

“Bad news for her,” he said.

"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."

"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."

Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.

“Listen. If it’s money you want, we can work it out,” Ben replied.

His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.

He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.

“Okay, my friend,” said Reyes. “Let’s work this out. Pull out your phone.”

Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.

Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.

“Okay, we’re fucking done,” Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. “Let her go.”

In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.

Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart,” Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.

You took three hesitant steps forward.

And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.

As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.

It proved effective, as Ben’s protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.

You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.

Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.

“I hear the sirens. They’re coming for you, take you to the hospital,” he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. “All you need is my blood and…Christ. Fuck it all.”

He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.

“Ben.” Your fingers twitched against his knee.

When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.

His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.

He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheek…but your face was beginning to blur.

Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.

In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than he’d ever held you, because he was alone in the alley…because he was alone again.

And it was his own fault.

His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.

His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.

You made the mess…

His first tears had been spent at his mother’s funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.

His last ones would fall and die with you.

“Ben,” your voice was soft but insistent.

He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.

He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.

His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.

“You okay, baby?” you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.

Ben’s throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dream…the nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said at last.

“Hmm.” Your gaze narrowed at him. “You sure?”

Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldn’t help himself.

He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.

With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.

You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasn’t okay, but you also knew it wasn’t the time to push him for an answer.

Maybe in the morning, you thought. …I’ll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And he’s always happier with something sweet.

You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.

Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.

And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.

AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. 🥲❤️‍🩹

Read the Sequel:

A friend of mine requested a sequel to this imagine: "You confront Ben about his fears."

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asliceofzosan · 4 months

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i'm thinking of sanji growing up with a pet cat at the baratie.

how sanji finds him hungry and cold and shivering on his doorstep. he's frighteningly thin, almost as if a single gust of wind could turn his bones to dust. a chill runs through sanji's spine as he picks up the little green and black kitten — something like a distant memory — of rationing out tiny portions and drying water skeins and the rumble rumble rumble of his stomach as it begs him for more food to eat. just one more crumb. maybe it would sate his hunger.

so he takes the little kitten in, nurses him back to health, and endures the scolding from zeff for bringing the little stray in. sanji gets his reparation by pretending not to see zeff bottle feed the kitten when he was too weak to stand. he doesn't try to hide his knowing smile when he and patty find zeff passed out in his office chair, the little kitten curled up on his lap as it took shallow breaths in his sleep.

sanji took to calling the kitten marimo. he never saw a green kitten before, and certainly one not as fluffy as him once he was regaining his strength. marimo was playful and mighty mischievous. just like every other cat, his life's mission was to rile sanji up with each vase knocked over and each cat tree he refuses to use in favor of the box it came in.

but sanji adored his little marimo.

he always made sure he was well fed and quenched. not a single day went by where marimo didn't have a bite to eat. it haunts his dreams still. when baby marimo was shaking so much in his hands, sanji was afraid he might break him if he moved too fast. now he was a fierce cat, always lazily wrapping himself around sanji's legs when he's waiting tables or doing prep work in the kitchen.

marimo pretends he's not protective. but he's bared his fangs at more people than sanji could count. carne's got the scars on his arms to prove it too. sometimes sanji would catch the little rascal with a small paring knife in his mouth to chase one of the poor line cooks with.

despite his chilly attitude towards him when others are around, at night marimo would already be curled up on sanji's pillow, purring and purring until his owner was sound asleep. sometimes sanji would pull marimo onto his lap and brush him while humming a sea shanty zeff taught him long ago. he cherishes these quiet moments with the once hungry little kitten.

he doesn't want to admit it out loud — and maybe he never will — but marimo gave him another reason for living everyday.

so when sanji found a naked green-haired man where marimo is supposed to be on his bed, it should be understandable that he kicked the guy straight into the wall, right?

"who?!?" sanji couldn't even finish his question, he was hysterical that a naked man was in his bedroom! he long dreamed for a beautiful woman on his bed ever since he hit puberty. this is not how he wanted this to go. not at all. the strange man thankfully got tangled in sanji's bedsheets (note to self: must wash and/or burn those sheets now) when sanji landed a mouton shot to his chest.

but most importantly...

where the fuck was his cat?!?

"i should have dressed first, huh?" the man says through a pained groan. sanji somehow found himself feeling sorry for him, but only for a split second, because he was back to glaring at the stranger as menacingly as he could. sanji watched him warily, trying his best not to stare at his bare chest.

"who are you and what have you done to my cat?"

the man decided then to open his eyes and sanji let out a small gasp.

gray eyes.

his marimo had gray eyes exactly that shade.

"you know, don't you?" the man says, not looking the least bit afraid even after sanji literally kicked him in the chest. sanji backed away when he stood up, the blanket still wrapped loosely around his frame. "you know who i am, cook."

"no i don't!" but even sanji could admit that his tone wavered with each step the man took towards him. "if this is some fucking prank, i'll kick your ass again!"

"careful, curly." the man smirks, baring razor sharp fangs. "cats like to scratch."

and within the blink of an eye, the man was gone. an indignant meow sounded from the pile of blankets at sanji's feet. without really thinking, sanji knelt down and lifted the blanket up. marimo laid there, limbs paws tucked up against his body, and licking one of his paws nonchalantly.

"please tell me i'm dreaming," sanji murmured, running a single hand through his hair. marimo just tilted his head at him, slinking out of the blanket fortress and onto sanji's lap. sanji looked down and saw marimo staring straight up at him, those same gray eyes he saw on the stranger boring holes into his soul. sanji couldn't bring himself to look away.

because something tells him that he might get a visit from the green haired man again very soon.

or maybe he never left.

#back at it again with brainrot but this time CATS #zoro my favorite little shit cat #niki's fics: purrfectly impurrfect #i hate myself for that title take this keyboard away from me #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #roronoa zoro x vinsmoke sanji #zosan #one piece #one piece fanfiction

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slut4j3nna · 15 days

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Beautiful Brown Eyes.

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: Just some cuddles

Warnings: Fluff, cutesy stuff, that’s all

Words: 560

A/N: dis my first fic so give some pointers if needed 😔 also I was eating mac n cheese writing this.

It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining through the window, birds chirping outside, and a gentle breeze blowing through the curtains. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling warm and content. As I turned over, I saw her lying next to me, her peaceful face illuminated by the soft morning light.

Jenna, with her beautiful brown eyes and hair, was the love of my life. We had been together for almost two years now, and every day felt like a dream come true. She was kind, compassionate, and always put others before herself. I couldn't imagine my life without her.

As I snuggled closer to her, I could feel her arm wrap around me, pulling me in closer. I smiled, feeling her warmth against my skin. Jenna was always the big spoon, and I loved being the little spoon, feeling protected and loved in her arms.

We had a lazy morning ahead of us, with no plans or obligations. It was just going to be the two of us, spending quality time together. And I couldn't be happier.

As we lay there, I thought back to how we met. It was a chance encounter at a coffee shop, where she accidentally spilled her drink all over me. Instead of getting angry, she apologized profusely and insisted on buying me a new drink. We ended up talking for hours, and by the end of the night, I knew she was someone special.

Our relationship had its ups and downs, like any other, but we always worked through it together. And every day, I fell more in love with her.

Jenna stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled when she saw me, and I couldn't help but smile back. 'Good morning, beautiful,' she said, her voice soft and filled with love.

'Good morning,' I replied, snuggling closer to her.

We lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company, before getting up to make breakfast. Jenna was an amazing cook, and I loved watching her move around the kitchen, her hair falling in her face as she concentrated on making the perfect pancakes.

As we ate breakfast, we talked about our plans for the day. Jenna suggested a picnic in the park, and I immediately agreed. We quickly finished our food, eager to start our day together.

The park was filled with people, but Jenna and I found a secluded spot under a tree. We spread out a blanket and sat down, enjoying the warm sun on our skin. Jenna packed a delicious lunch, and we spent the afternoon talking, laughing, and cuddling.

As the sun began to set, we lay on the blanket, watching the sky turn different shades of pink and orange. Jenna's arms were wrapped around me, and I felt like I was in the safest place in the world.

'I love you, Y/N,' Jenna whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

'I love you too, Jenna,' I replied, turning to face her and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

We stayed in that position for a while, just enjoying each other's company, until it was time to head back home. As we walked hand in hand, I knew that I had found my soulmate in Jenna. And I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with her, cuddled up in her arms.

Gay ass shit ngl

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hebuiltfive · 5 months

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WIP I-Don't-Have-A-Name-For-Yet!

I've lost count of the amount of WIPs I'm currently working on. This one has a Christmas themed chapter, so I'm buckling down on it for now. Here is a slightly longer-than-a-snippet snippet, featuring a kind of domestic Scott.

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The fridge door opened and Scott's stomach grumbled. Had lunch really been the last time he'd eaten something other than a snack of pretzels? Not good. Virgil would have his head if he knew... Scott chuckled to himself.

"What the eyes don't see," he mumbled under his breath. "The heart doesn't grieve over."

His eyes scanned the almost empty fridge, halting their scout on the half eaten pasta bowl he'd placed there a couple of days prior, back when he'd had the time, energy and resources to cook himself something up. In all honesty, he was surprised the cleaner hadn't thrown it out with some of his other days-old supplies.

He slid the bowl out and gave it a cursory whiff — it seemed to smell alright still. A drawer was opened and a fork was retrieved. Scott proceeded to poke at a few of the penne pasta pieces before lifting one up to his lips to take a bite. Cold pasta had never been his favourite dish, but it was edible and it would do. After all, the two alternatives were to either leave the warmth and safety of the hotel to find food or ring up room service — both completely ludicrous to a Scott who was about to fall asleep on his feet.

He left the kitchenette, switching off the neon lights to favour darkness as he returned to the sitting area. He unceremoniously threw himself onto the couch, carefully not to drop any of the pasta onto the cream fabric, and reached for the holo-projector remote.

Wedging one cushion behind him, to support his lower back, and one under his head, Scott setttled back into the comfort of the couch, undoing his smart tie until the two stands were hanging over his shoulders. The channels were flicked through whilst Scott decided on what to watch; a couple of festive films were playing; an animation (though why the programmers thought children would be up this late was a mystery to him); John's favourite show—

Scott almost jumped off the couch. John. He'd promised to call in with his space brother once he'd finished for the day. The bowl of pasta was set to rest on the coffee table in front of him, the holo-projector being left on a news cycle, and Scott ran to fetch his communicator.

He was running through a variety of apologises and excuses by the time John answered, which didn't take him long.

"John, hey! Listen—"

"Did you conveniently forget to call, or was it a genuine mistake this time?" His brother teased with one of his usual smirks.

"Genuine mistake." The communicator was held in on of Scott's palms, allowing his other hand to lift up. "Tracy's honour."

John nodded, the humour in his features remaining. "I owe Virgil twenty bucks."

"... You gambled on how late I was going to call in?"

"No, of course not." John paused. "We gambled on whether you'd purposefully avoid it or not."

"And you bet against me?"

"It's not really betting against you." John tried to reason, though the chuckle was infectious and soon Scott found his offensive fading.

Scott returned himself to the couch, resuming his position but replacing the bowl of pasta with the presence of the communicator. For a moment, he was content to watch John floating above the disc in the light blue shade he was so accustomed to seeing his brother cast in.

"Was it bad?" John eventually asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

More silence followed as John waited for an elaboration.

Scott sighed, sitting himself up into a better position; this may turn into a long call. "Kennedy doesn't want us to buy into Techawear."

"It isn't Kennedy's choice."

"No," Scott reasoned with a tilt of his head. "But he is one of our larger shareholders. What he says matters. We can't afford to just not listen to him."

"Kennedy is an ass."

"Still doesn't change the numbers, bro."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #thunderfam #scott tracy #john tracy #wip: currently unnamed

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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Hello again! How are you?💗 I was thinking, a Steve Harrington fic with the prompt "Maybe we should just be honest with ourselves." [I Don't Know You Like I Used To - Mercury.]

It can be either very, very sad or like them finally revealing their feelings to one another and lots of fluff?🥰

this got a little long for a blurb but it's okay!! i actually started this when you sent this ask in, but i'm only just now getting around to finishing it. i hope you like it!!

Your sneakers kicked off the ground, a pebble bouncing off of it and in Steve's direction. The silence was thick between the two of you, and while you wanted to say something, you just couldn't find the words.

You were friends—just friends. That's all you ever would be, right?

God, you hoped not.

As you stood there, internally debating with yourself, Steve pushed himself off of his car, holding out his hand to you.

You glanced at it, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You made no movement to grab him.

"Come on," he said, waving his hand in your direction. "I wanna take you somewhere."

You took his hand as Steve pulled you forward. Your feet shuffled against the gravel road, following from just an arm's length away. His hand gently squeezed yours.

"Have you ever been out here?" he asked.

"The middle of the woods? I mean, near my house, yeah, but not here."

Steve glanced back at you, faintly smiling. "I used to come out here when I was younger," he said. "Back when... well, you know. High school."

"You're taking me to your hook-up tree?" you mumbled under your breath, the passive comment leaving you at the thought. You had been an afterthought in high school. You two hadn't even really become friends until after graduation. But you couldn't help but still remember his "glory" days in high school.

Steve stopped in his spot, glancing back at you. He cracked a faint smile, though it didn't quite meet his eyes.

"No. But I get why you'd think that."

You winced at the comment. That... was shitty of you.

"Sorry," you softly said, continuing to walk along.

"It's cool," he said, eyes looking anywhere but at you. "Can I tell you something?" he asked.

You just nodded, allowing Steve to lead you up to a giant tree—the trunk stretched out nearly a foot wider than the other trees around it. Branches tangled underneath the shade, a crude reminder that no matter how much it tried to grow apart, it would always be stuck in the same place.

You'd always be stuck in Hawkins.

But maybe it wouldn't always be so bad.

Steve was silent. You took this as an opportunity to look at your friend. He was handsome. So handsome. And you'd thought this way ever since you considered him to be your actual friend.

Since before Hawkins became even more of a hellhole than it was.

"Maybe we should just be honest with ourselves," you blurted, your bottom lip sucking in between your teeth. You bit hard, wanting to scream at yourself for your bluntness.

He looked back at you in surprise. "What?"

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut. "You go first. With whatever you wanted to say. Please."

"Oh," Steve said, frowning a bit. "Yeah. Okay. I..." he trailed off. How would he even tell you something like this? You were his best friend. He was about to ruin everything if you didn't feel the same way. But a sliver of hope wormed its way into his heart—be honest? About what?

You pursed your lips. It was now or never. Who the hell knew when Hawkins would split open for the world to see? Who knew when you might not get another chance?

Snarky comments aside. Being an ass would get you nowhere. Steve wasn't "the Hair" anymore. He was your Steve—your very best friend.

The love of your life.

You looked away from Steve, looking back at the knotted roots beneath the shade.

"I love you, Steve."

He blinked slowly at you for a moment. "Yeah, I, uh, love you, too, Y/n—"

"—no, you doofus," you quickly countered, looking at him with wide eyes. "I love you. I want—I want to be with you. Not just as friends."

No way you just said this. No way. Robin was going to freak out.

Steve couldn't help it as his smile began to grow. "Really?"

You rolled your eyes. "Steve."

"Well, good, you know? 'Cause, uh, I love you, too. Not just as friends."

Heat rushed to your cheeks and the tips of your ears as your heart fluttered in your chest.

Hawkins was shit. This tree was a mediocre analogy of how you felt in this godforsaken town. But Steve was just as real as the love in your heart—Steve was your best friend, and now, he knew how you felt.

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 1 year

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This is technically a continuation of this post!!

-x-x-x-

prohero!bakugou who's been gone on an overseas mission for months with no contact to those who he left in Japan

any down time he's got he's at least reading through the texts he gets

a few from his mom, a couple from his dad, maybe a handful from his friends about all sorts of random shit he may or may not care about

then he's reading all of yours. He'll read all the new ones, then if he's really feeling his Emotions(TM) he'll start rereading everything

he'll also catch up on his voicemails, even if he doesn't have very many because most people know he won't listen to them or he'll go into his mailbox and just start mass deleting

but he does listen and keep all of yours

i mean, why wouldn't he? he asked you to do exactly what you've been doin everyday since he left

highlight of his days honestly

he's convinced that its the daily messages from you that help keep him off the next flight home- it sort of eases the urge to just go back home

but he does the mission from start to finish and when his date back is finally set he's itching to get back to familiar sights, soil, smells and the place where you are

but even when he knows when he'll be home, he still has no jurisdiction to tell you that

he'd have to wait until he's on the plane back home or even landed before he could whip out his phone and speed dial your phone

when he's packing his bag for his return trip, he's never been so disorganized in his life

when he packs for trips, he always prefers to separate everything. all his shirts are folded, his pants are rolled for optimum space, boxers are neat with his socks, toiletries are sealed in a waterproof bag and placed as flat as can be

now?

he's thrown all his shit inside the case and made it fit by force. squishing it all down and pinching the zipper together

he did not care if the zipper busted- he was ready to go the hell home

the entire flight home he was jittery. leg bouncing, finger tapping, arms crossed

he tried sleeping to pass the time, but he couldn't seem to calm down

most of the returning heroes who were coming home with him didn't even try and strike up conversation to make the flight go by quicker in fear of him snapping at them out of sheer impatience

when the plane finally lands, he's first off the plane and first to bag claim and first out the door onto the familiar streets of japan

"holy fuckin' shit," he's mutter, finally feeling relaxed before whipping out his phone and texting you

-wake up-

it was the middle of the afternoon and he didn't know if you were even home or asleep, but it was the only thing he could think to say strangely enough

-you can text!!-

he chuckles as he pulls his suitcase along with him against a wall. standing in the shade, he's attention is solely focused on his phone

he's glad you responded so quickly

it's been so long he couldn't remember your schedule anymore or if it had changed since he left

-i can do a lot more than that-

without much more prodding, your contact was flashing over his screen and he waits maybe a second (if we're being generous) to answer and push his phone to his ear

visibly exhaling when you start talking

"katsuki!"

"you don't need to shout, stupid"

"i'm excited, don't shout shame me. where are you? it's pretty loud over there. meeting? are you supposed to be on the phone right now"

he chuckles at your skeptical nature- like he'd break rules on a big time job in the first place

he's not that stupid

"i'm at the airport, i'm not gonna get my ass railed for being on my own damn phone"

despite his cursing, you laugh

then you register 'airport'

"you're coming home?!"

"nah, babe, i'm already here. come get me."

"what?!"

he barks at the sounds of your rushing around the house, probably scrambling to slip on the easiest pair of shoes you have and a jacket

"i'll be there in like 10 minutes. 20 is traffic is bad!"

"the traffic is always bad"

"i'm hanging up!"

he could hear your excitement before the line cuts and he's grinning before he's sending small texts to his friends signaling his return

when he sees your car pull up to the curb, he's pushing off the wall he's been resting against and you're jumping out of the car

he nearly has a heart attack since you didn't look at the road before rushing out and car were just whipping behind you

"moron! watch where you're going!" he's shouting at you as you run up to him

his grip abandons his suitcase handle to grab you as you ran straight into his chest, clinging to him as he took steps backwards from your crashing impact

his eyes almost rolled into his skull at the feel of you in his arms again after so long

he was positive he'd finally be able to have a good nights rest tonight, he can feel it in his exhausted bones

you pull away from him just enough to look into his eyes and he can see the shine of tears in yours, his hands resting on your hips just enough to sway you back and forth

"welcome home," you greet him

"yeah," he kisses your head "i'm home"

and he wasn't going anywhere else anytime fuckin' soon

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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Hello!

I was wondering if I may request some headcannons on how any of the slashers you would like to do would react if their S/O either jokingly or spitefully body slammed them?

Or if you can't think of anything for that maybe how they would react if their S/O was able to successfully win in a playful wrestling match?

I love your writing <3 It's made me laugh so much! Thank you!!

SLASHERS GETTING

HUMBLED BY THEIR S/O

☆STARRING☆

Bo sinclair☆ aka greasy horny man

Michael myers ☆ aka stinky angry bastard

Asa Emory ☆ aka unhinged bug honorary dilf

CONTENT:

Tw: canon violence, Michael, Asa, mature language

A/N: ç_ç thank you so much. I love this request, sorry if it has took me so long to finish it but I've been very busy lately. Anyhow i love me some well deserved slasher bullying^^ most of them sometimes really need to get body slammed into humbleness 👹

BO SINCLAIR:

You hated when Bo had to go out of town to buy certain things

You always missed him so much and he would be gone for hours since the nearest town is really far

It all started with you holding his hands to stop him from zipping up his coverall

"What are you trying to do, doll?" He knew you so well that you couldn't even try to hide your intentions anymore

You let go of his hands to hug him but then he did the unspeakable

HE TICKLED YOU. WITHOUT ANY REMORSE WHATSOEVER

Caught by surprise you moved without thinking and just downright body slammed him on the bed

In your defence you didn't meant to, you acted on reflex

The way he was looking at you tho

He was flabbergasted, it seemed as he just witnessed you killing someone

"Did you…how the fuck did you do it??" He frowned looking at you like you were an alien

You still had him pinned on the bed and after the initial shock you just bursted out in laughter

Even you were caught by surprise by what you did

And he took it personally

He was like "you know what? Maybe violence is the solution"

So he pushed your arms against you (without hurting you of course) and rolled over so he was now the one pinning you against the bed

"Hey! No fair!! I wasn't even paying attention" and with that he got caged under you once again

The amounts of times he tried to overpower you failing miserably were concerning

Truth be told you were having the time of your life doing this

He was just getting his ego obliterated everytime

It got to a point where you had to take mercy on him and allow him to win

Which he noticed and made him lose his marbles

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LETTING ME WIN? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON"

i- i can't GUYS I CAN'T

The trip out of town was long forgotten and the two of you kept doing this shit until you body slammed him again, pinning him successfully on the ground without him being able to move

He was just wiggling under you almost on the verge of a mental breakdance about his ego getting destroyed like this

"OKAY YOU WIN. FUCKING HELL" "aaaw you give up so easily?"

Bro face went through all the shades of red and just closed his eyes trying to keep his cool

One could think that because of Bo's past he was really mad but he trusts you so much that he knows that all of this is just playing around

That doesn't help the fact that he will pout for days about this saying that you didn't play nice

If you ever tell anyone about this he can and will throw you in one of Lester's dumpsters pit of roadkill

Can he tho? I mean if you don't beat his ass again maybe

Bro will swear on god that he let you win and you were just lucky

Once he accepts that he got his shit wrecked he will tell you to "instead of using that to bully your lovely boyfriend you should do it on victims"

If you ever happen to successfully bodyslam and overpower one of those cocky bastards that always get on Bo's nerves making the whole killing them harder than it should be he will make sure to thank you properly. aka seggs time with our greasy man

MICHAEL MYERS:

Sometimes life gets boring, even for the boogeyman himself

I can't remember who said but i read in one Michael Myers headcanon that he has like a very dry sense of humour, like he lives on inside jokes that only him and his malfunctioning unhinged brain can understand

So when he gets bored he finds SO INCREDIBLY HILARIOUS to prank you

And by prank you I mean what Michael thinks is a prank which consists in disturbing your inner peace by scaring you with the most stupid shit he can pull off

Today we're taking a trip back in time and use a classic stunt that Michael seems to always find super funny

Dressing up as a ghost to just come out of the blue and scare your soul out of your body

Safe to say he didn't expected to get attacked like this

He planned everything so the prank could actually work

Michael made sure to disappear for three days so he can get that surprise effect

He waited until it was late at night when you usually start to get ready for bed

You were kind of worried about Michael. You're used to him to be out longer but never more than two days.

You were scared that something might had happened to him but even if you knew you wouldn't be able to find him and help him

The fact that you were being so nice to EVEN WORRY ABOUT THIS BITCH

He put on the white bedsheet and putting at use his sneaky abilities he got inside your room and slowly walked towards you

You had you back facing him. You mindlessly brushed your hair as your concern for Michael invaded your mind

For the first time in his life he couldn't hold back the big smile he had at the thought of your face contorted in fear. This man is having the best of moment of his fucking life at your expenses

It only took Michael to put one (1) hand on your shoulder for you to choose violence

Okay I want you all to collectively imagine this

A tall ass deranged bitch with a bedsheet over them getting brutally slammed against the fucking floor by who he thought was a peaceful and incapable of harm person

To add to that fucking glitch in the simulation keep in mind said bitch is the eVil inCarnAted, the mf shape of haddonfield

AND AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH YOU TOOK HIM DOWN SO FAST HE GOT DIZZY SO HE COULDN'T EVEN DEFEND HIMSELF

bro was taking the ego violation like a champ laying on that floor

Before land what would be a avenger threat level of a punch in his face you thought well of taking the sheet of so you could see who was the son of a bitch that had the audacity of try you

"WHO THE FUCK ARE Y- oh, Michael?...w- MICHAEL"

What an unexpected turn of events, it's YOUR son of a bitch

He was glad of having on his mask too cause mate this is embarrassing

He was questioning life and watching the world spinning around while simultaneously trying to understand how to get over the fact he has been body slammed by you

He snapped his eyes at you and in that moment he was like "ight, you wanna do this? LET'S DO IT. COME ON, YOU AND ME"

Fair to say he took this whole thing very personally

"Michael?..mi- no. Don't you fucking d-"

Congrats, you now have to wrestle with Michael Audrey Myers

He used all his tricks, bringing out the big dogs and all.

He even attempted to tickle your horny side by choking you so he could make you lose focus enough for him to put you in place

Didn't work, too angry mikey boy

At this point it was just sad how the two of you, both grown adults, kept going with this

You two clowns kept going, making a mess all around you

It all lasted until you straight up blocked Michael against the floor making moving or getting up successfully impossible for him

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN MICHAEL GODDAMMIT."

he groaned out of anger and frustration. He didn't have any dignity left so he just gave up

That night he didn't even went near you and when you tried to ask him if he was okay because you felt guilty about possibly hurting him he almost took killing you in consideration

After that shit he just kept trying to get the upper hand over you out of spite.

Baby boy is not going to forget this until he dies

And you successfully humble him every time

ASA EMORY:

He kind of deserves this, being that much of a menace while getting cocky about it too can't he be healthy. He surely needs a reality check

You were one of Asa favourites, his pet if you will

The thing is that you knew perfectly how easy would be for you to just put him in his place and go away

He apparently wasn't aware of this and if he was he never said anything

YOU allowed HIM so many things

I know what everyone is thinking now "why would I stay or allow that if I can do something about it?"

You always had that "I can fix him" sort of mentality

You met Asa at the University, you were colleagues and for a while you thought you both were like in love for real

Turns out bro was a psycho turning people into insects as a side hobby

Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome kicking in but you stayed because you actually care about him and you know deep inside he could be a good person

Yeah you're kinda dumb I'm sorry

But not everything sucks. Being Asa fav it's actually quite nice if you like don't put at work your brain cells too much

Lately though he has been noticing something. And he actually felt kinda stupid for not noticing before

You never did anything to fight him and if you did it was almost like you were restraining yourself from hurting him seriously

Now I think that Asa is one of the few slashers who would be willing to sacrifice his ego just for the sake of knowing everything about you that could be useful

So one day, he decided to find out if you were really holding back or it was just him imagining things

It all happened so fast, one minute he was just putting makeup on you as always and the next he was trying to stab your face with one of his knife he hided in his pocket

You immediately stop his arm from hitting your face, holding Asa wrist and looking at him wide eyed

"What the fuck was that for?!" He tried to hit you again with his free hand and now you had to get back away from him ending up in falling from where you were sitting

He kept trying to attack you without answering your continuous questions

You tried mostly to dodge everything without actually hitting him back but when he caged you against the floor trying to slice your throat you just had to do something

You were blocking him by pushing with your own forearm against the his to keep the black of the knife off your skin

You could feel your strength starting to falter in your arm so you just managed to free one of your legs to land your knee between his legs hard enough for him to get off of you

That gave you the time to swiftly switch positions slamming his big frame against the hard ground and snatching the knife from him, throwing it far away from both of you

"Stop! What's wrong with you!!?" There's a whole two part movie about that babe

He was just looking at you in awe and now has finally stopped moving

When you felt him relax you slowly let him go but kept on alert for any sign he might start fighting again

He slowly took off his mask and looked at you with a soft gaze, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. One hand reached up towards your face to cupped your cheek, stopping briefly when you flinched slightly

The realisation hit him so hard that it almost knocked out the air of his lungs.

You could've escaped a long time ago, you could've defended yourself at any given moment and just left him behind. Hell you could've even killed him if you really wanted to but you never did. You silently let him do whatever he wanted without never doing anything to hurt him

It was fascinating, he had never experienced something like this. He looked at you like it was the first he really did see your truly, that he noticed every little special thing about you were things you let him see because you wanted to and not because he pushed them out of you

You did really like him and you genuinely cared for him. This knowledge was something weirdly comforting for him

Lately the idea of you merely fearing him was not enough, he wanted you to need him and want him

And now that he knew you were capable of just raw strength and capacity of defending yourself but never used it against him is, for the first time in his life, making him feel butterflies tickling his insides.

You were still on top of him, just looking down into his face clueless and confused but leaning on his touch nonetheless oblivious to the fact that Asa was now starting to believe you were becoming more of only a pet for him.

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buckgasms · 2 years

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Hai! Cowboy Bucky has all my love, didn’t know I needed it! It got me thinking, what if reader had a bad day or he just wanted to treat her, so he took her for a horse ride and having her warm his 🐓 the whole way before he lays her out in a pasture and just treats her to some good ol’ fun times and many finishes.

Oooh god 🎉 yeah I think about cowboy Bucky pretty much every day 🤭 this is a beautiful genius idea 💡

I honestly don't know if this is possible, but that's not what this blog is about. It's about being sluts, and if that's the case, then anything is possible!

Also this image 🫠

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You'd had a long week. You'd gone home to visit your parents, which combined their nit-picking, arguments and condescension had endured a terrible visit and week. You also had really missed spending quality time with Bucky, mostly being too tired or upset to want to do much of anything. He decided you needed a break, and he certainly was missing you in more ways than one.

That morning you arrived to the ranch in your usual pretty sundress that you knew he liked and he smiled wide when he saw you walking up the long path to his home. It gave you a moment to take him in. He looked delicious, his jeans tight on his big thighs and plaid shirt straining against his thick chest and biceps. He even had his Stetson on which shaded his handsome, tanned face. You swear you started walking faster as you got closer and closer.

Finally you were in his arms and he was wrapping you up and pressing a long needed kiss on your lips. You clung to his shirt as you got carried away in the kiss, his hands squeezing at your ass. Finally he broke the kiss with a chuckle and looked at you. "Hi darlin', missed you.." you nodded in agreement and pressed another kiss to his lips, "missed you too Bucky" you whispered and he pulled you in close as he walked you towards the stables.

"Thought we could go for a little picnic, get away from all the work huh?" He offered and you expressed your excitement at the idea until you saw Bucky's favourite horse all saddled up. You turned with a eyebrow raised and he smiled at you. "Bucky? How are you planning on getting to this picnic?" He chuckled and nodded at the horse. "I'm gonna ride the horse...and you are gonna ride me sweetheart." He came in close and pressed his body against yours and you couldn't help but laugh. He took your hand and pulled you to the side, away from the animal into a dark corner of the stable. You giggled as he pressed you agains the wall and started kissing your neck and breast which he quickly slipped out of your dress. He nipped little bites at your nipples, which made your squirm and quietly moan under his ministrations. "Need to get you ready for me, don't I pretty girl?" You moaned again as his I fingers slid under your dress and into your underwear. His chuckle rumbled against your sensitive skin when he found you were already soaking. "Shoulda know huh? My girls always ready for me..." And he gently swirled his rough fingers around your clit, making your legs shake and your hands grip his shoulders.

"Buckyyyy" you whined and in a moment he stood up, leaving you dishevelled and shaking. He tugged you forward despite your complaints and you followed him, your hand in his back to the horse.

He knelt down and pulled your underwear off, kissing your thighs in the process. He then lifted you up onto the horse and you clung to the saddle as your wet heat came into contact with the smooth leather of the saddle. Before you could get comfortable he joined behind you and lifted up your hips, rubbing his thick cock against your folds before gravity pulled you down onto him.

His arms reached around you and your clung to him as you both adjusted to the position. "Oh fuck..." You sighed and leant your body against his. "Now be a good girl and keep me nice a warm while we ride ok darlin?" You whimpered and nodded, your hands gripping tighter to his sleeves as he chivvied the horse to move and head outside and on to the path.

Every trot was torture, as your hips wiggled and jolted with Bucky buried deep inside you. You took some solace in knowing that it was probably driving Bucky crazy too, but he always seemed to be better and controlling his pleasure. As you travelled through the fields his hands pulled your breasts out of your dress, exposing you to the world. His hands groped and pinched, making your walls flutter around him. "Easy baby.... Told you, none of that, just keep me nice and warm huh?" You blushed and leaned back as the pressure and journey continued. By the time he got the horse to stop, you were approaching a state of total disarray, your dress bunched around your waist, your body exposed to the sun and his hands.

Finally, when he lifted you up and helped you dismount the horse you dropped to your knees and pulled his jeans down his legs and took his cock into your mouth, slurping and sucking enough to make his legs almost buckle. "Fuck, there's my girl..." He groaned and managed to pull your greedy mouth off him before you dragged him down to the ground and climbed on top of him.

"Want it now.... No teasing..." You mumbled and before he could catch up with you, you sank down on his cock and bounced as much as you could while you pulled your dress over your head. His hands gripped your hips and he fucked up into you, hitting whatever you couldn't reach yourself.

"Jesus baby, look perfect" he growled and you whined before falling forward and letting him take over. His hands reached to your ass and spread your ass cheeks open, before slipping a finger in your puckered hole. You cried out as he fucked harder, making you scream out in pleasure before your walls squeezed him and you were both coming together.

A little while later you had recovered from your overwhelming attraction and you lay with your head on his chest as his fingers ran through your hair. You sat up and looked down at him as he smiled, feeling content at how relaxed he looked. You leaned down and kissed him, his beard scratching at your soft skin in the most pleasant way. He rolled you over, the sky framing his handsome face as he leaned down and kissed you again, your hands free to explore his muscled back and tug at his hair as he kissed your breath away.

"God baby, don't you ever go away from me again... You're staying with me forever." You giggled and wrapped your thighs around his hips, your ankles pushing him closer you your heat. "Sounds like heaven.."

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inlovewithgreta · 11 months

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you are my sunshine

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Chapter Sixteen

You mumbled groggily when you felt something against your forehead, still half asleep from the long night. Brows knitted in confusion when you felt the same touch against your cheek this time. And again, on the opposite cheek. Eyes slowly blinked open, at first blurry, until you blinked it all away to reveal Larissa smiling warmly at you. Her head was leaning in her hand as she laid on her side cuddled up next to you.

"Good morning, sunshine." She brought her lips to meet with yours in a sweet kiss. Larissa hadn't been up too long, but just long enough to admire your sleeping figure that looked as beautiful as ever, and slowly wake you up with kisses along your face.

"Good morning, Larissa." You whispered sleepily against her lips.

"We need to get up," Larissa stated, cupping your cheek, and caressing your skin gently with her thumb.

Your lips curved into a small pout, not wanting to leave the comfort of not only your bed, but Larissa's arms as well. You couldn't remember the last time you slept this good. Part of you thought it was just luck, but the romantic side in you thought it was all thanks to Larissa. She had kept you in her warm embrace all throughout the night, refusing to let go of your smaller figure.

"I know, I don't want to either, but I've already heard your alarm go off on five separate occasions. I don't think I have it in me to hear it again." Larissa said lightheartedly, earning a slight chuckle from you.

"It is annoying, isn't it?"

"Very," Larissa chuckled back, sliding herself from your side to sit up.

Your eyes followed her movements, wandering across the plethora of muscles along her bare back that flexed and relaxed with each movement she made. When she stood, your gaze couldn't help but flick even lower. You admired Larissa's hourglass figure from behind, eyes darting over every inch of her skin, including the curvaceous ass Larissa had just slipped her thong over.

"Y'know if you finished your painting, you would be able to stare at me a whole lot more." Larissa peaked over her shoulder at you with a playful smirk.

"Yeah, but you in the flesh are way more fun to look at than any painting," You reiterate, dragging yourself out of bed to get a fresh pair of clothes on. "Besides, even if I did finish it, what are the odds that you would've stayed the night with me?"

"Oh, darling. . ." Larissa couldn't help but chuckle, "I would've been in that bed no matter what we were doing." She winked, filling your cheeks up with heat and appearing as a slight shade of crimson.

Larissa finishes getting dressed just before you, wrapping her robe around herself, and runs her fingers through her messy curls in attempts to tame the frizz.

"So, what are the plans for today?" You asked, wanting to avoid any further blushing onto your cheeks.

"I was thinking," She turns her focus over towards you, "We could go shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Mhm."

"For what exactly?"

"The Rave'n. Remember, it's this weekend?"

"Oh, right– that completely slipped my mind. I don't have a dress."

Larissa shakes her head with a throaty laugh, walking up to you and helping you button your blouse. "I figured as much, and I don't either. We can go together." She smiled warmly.

"We should bring Wednesday with us, you and I both know she doesn't own any white."

"That's fine with me," She kisses your forehead after completing your blouse. "Now finish getting ready, I can't go out in my robe for everyone to see. That view is saved for one person, and one person only." She licked her bottom lip with a smirk, before slipping into her heels and strutting out of your room, hips swaying more than usual at your knowing gaze on her. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria." Larissa gives you one last look over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her on her way out.

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as you made your way to the bathroom. Your mind raced over the events of the previous night. Even though you both had a long night, you were full of energy. The Larissa Weems actually liked you, and not just for your body. She liked the way you made her feel and the way you lit her world up by just a smile.

While you finished getting ready, Larissa was in her own room thinking the exact same thoughts as you. At first she felt embarrassed about how quickly she took a liking to you, but there was something about you that was different from any other person she had ever met. You were special.

As you finished preparing yourself for the day, you were surprised when you opened the door to see Wednesday appear on the other side, as if she was about to knock.

"We need to talk," Your pigtailed sister stated.

"About how you are constantly getting yourself into trouble? Now that's an interesting topic."

"As much as I'd love to hear that, it's not why I'm here. I need a ride to Jericho."

Getting Wednesday into town was about to be a whole lot easier than you expected.

"For?"

"Can't say."

"Can't or won't, Wednesday?"

"Both."

You sighed heavily, crossing your arms at the younger girl with a stern face.

"You'll know soon." She changed her answer when she saw that you weren't going to budge with her previous statement.

You thought for a moment, tempted to say no to her, but you knew she would just find her own way into town without you knowing.

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that. And no wandering, Larissa will be joining us as well."

"Leave her here," She looked up at you with a serious face.

"Either she goes or you don't."

"Fine. But don't expect me to talk to her."

And with that, Wednesday turned on her heel and walked away.

"We leave after breakfast, Wednesday!" You called out after her.

You shook your head when she refused to acknowledge you, turning the opposite direction to meet with Larissa down in the cafeteria like she had wanted. Larissa, to your surprise, was there before you. She wore her hair in her usual updo that always framed her face in the most perfect way, an eggshell colored fitted pantsuit sat across her body, that accentuated her curves perfectly from the back, leaving no room for imagination.

Both you and Larissa were eager to leave the school to go shopping, making breakfast a quick pit spot before you went to grab Wednesday on your way out. You couldn't help but notice that Marilyn never showed up for breakfast, something she always did daily and took her usual seat to your left. But today, it sat empty with Marilyn nowhere in sight. All you could do was shrug it off. After all, you did have a long day ahead of you and you needed to focus.

As soon as the three of you arrived in Jericho, it didn't take long for Wednesday to want to go on her own, causing a pit of worry in your stomach, but nonetheless let her go do her own thing. Larissa made it clear to the younger girl that she didn't want her getting into any trouble while she was there, earning an eye roll from Wednesday that she changed into a nod when you raised your brows at your sister.

"I don't know how you do it," Larissa stated, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Do what?"

"Get her to listen."

You looked at the blonde in amusement before turning your focus back on Wednesday who had stopped in front of a store to gaze at a dress that stood out on display.

"We just have a mutual understanding of each other. You'll get there." You nudged her shoulder with your own, earning a small scoff from the blonde as you took note of the way Wednesday had stood longer than you expected at the black dress that fit her dark and mysterious aesthetic perfectly.

"But enough about that," Larissa took a deep breath, refocusing herself. "I have the most perfect place in mind. Come." The blonde leads the way to a small chic boutique tucked into a corner of town you haven't seen before. As you stood at the entrance, eyeing the plethora of clothing that stood before you, already feeling overwhelmed by the numerous choices you were about to have to make.

"This way, darling." You follow Larissa towards a specific section at the back of the store that holds multiple light colored dresses along the back wall, perfect for the color scheme of the dance. "This is where the fun begins!" Larissa smiled, eyes lighting up at the idea of buying new clothing.

You chuckle at her enthusiasm, eyes darting from dress to dress, carefully picking out a select number of pieces that caught your eye. Your arms were full of dresses by the time you went fully down the line, careful not to drop any as you made your way to the fitting room.

Larissa had an armful of her own, meticulously picking out dresses that fit her body type perfectly. The two of you took your time, each trying on every item you brought in with you. You knew Larissa had found the one she wanted when you heard a small gasp and her whispering to herself how perfect it was. You, on the other hand, struggled to find one you liked.

There was always something off about each dress you chose, the perfectionist in you coming out as you examined each dress. Sure they all looked nice on you, but nice wasn't good enough. You needed great. And that's when the last dress rendered you speechless. It was a cream colored floor length silk dress with spaghetti straps, the perfect neckline that showed just the right amount of cleavage, a slit up to your thigh, and tied in the back like a corset, helping accentuate an hourglass figure at its tightness. You couldn't help but smile at yourself in the mirror, the feeling of finding the perfect dress getting you all giddy with excitement for the dance.

After putting your clothes back on, and putting each dress back, you had to hold your dress behind your back as you found Larissa waiting for you at the front of the store. You wanted it to be a surprise for the dance, not wanting her to see what you were going to wear just yet, Larissa sighing with a small pout when you told her she had to wait. And to your dismay, paid for both dresses to get back at you.

"We should find Wednesday." She stated, after the two of you had tucked your shopping bags in the trunk of Larissa's car.

"There's something I want to do first. How about you grab three hot chocolates from the Weathervane while I run my little errand and then we'll go find Wednesday together."

Larissa gave you a skeptical look, curiosity piqued her interest at your idea to split up, but agreed and made her way out of your view while you ran to the store you caught Wednesday staring at. You took it upon yourself to buy the long black dress she found herself attracted to, thinking it would be perfect for her for the dance, even if it wasn't part of the color scheme.

You didn't think she was even going to go, as large crowds always had Wednesday veering the other way, but part of you was hopeful that maybe Enid could be the one to talk her into it.

You paid for the small gown, met with Larissa, found Wednesday, and all sat quietly in the car drinking your hot chocolates while the three of you drove back to Nevermore, each thinking about how the weekend was about to play out.

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Thoughts Part 2 (amad version)

Warnings/contents: Amad reader/rough sex/light degradation/dry humping/sloppy makeouts/

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For once The Great Lodge wasn't bursting with aesirs, einherjar, or gods. Well expect Odin of course, but he was down in his library and had asked not to be disturbed. Yes, it seems that everyone was much too busy to come relax and drink some mead. Almost everyone. You and Heimdall had been set out on a mission to get another artifact that Odin so desperately needed. But, you two finished faster than expected and in return got the rest of the day off.

As of right now, Heimdall is sitting on one of the benches to the tables with a book in his hands trying to read its contents. Key word "trying" as you were sitting next to him, with those thoughts. You sat there eating and pretending like you're not currently thinking about how Heimdall should reward you for helping with the mission. How you were so good and didn't start a petty fight in the middle of retrieving the artifact. How you listened to every command he gave to you. After all Odin did spend you with him to protect and watch over him. Not that Heimdall even needed to be protected, but Odin was very insistent that you went with him. So you went and stayed out of his way, only stepping in when asked to. So why hasn't Heimdall thanked you by holding you down and fucking your ass until you felt like you couldn't take anymore of his ruthless pounding?

With a sigh, Heimdall harshly closed his book -obvious that he wouldn't get any reading done with you beside him-. This action caused you to look over to him, confused by his sudden out burst. Oh how that innocent look on your face really pissed him off, but made his cock twitch and harden slightly.

Standing up Heimdall said, "I would ask if you always think about me in such a perverted way but I already know the answer." Heimdall loved how your eyes widen in surprise, your face immediately turning the brightest shade of red he's ever seen.

"I umm...I-I didn't think you were listening..." You somehow stammered out, your voice the smallest and weakest Heimdall has ever heard. Your eyes avoiding his wondering ones. Oh how he's never seen you look so weak before.

"You didn't think I was listening? What a pathetic excuse. My job is to know what everyone's intentions are, but you didn't think I was listening?" He had started pacing back and forth, but stopped in front of you. He lifted your face up with the simplest touch of his index finger. This shy and embarrassed expression of yours was going to be the death of him.

Shaking his head, he continued with, "And now you want to act all innocent and shy. Too late now sunshine, I've already heard your pathetic thoughts," Heimdall got closer to you, stopping when his mouth was right beside your ear. "How you wish I would just ravish you like a madman. How you wish I would stuff your mouth with my cock to finally shut you up. I've heard how you just oh so need me to touch your body because your hands can't satisfy you anymore. I can hear your dirty thoughts right now even." Heimdall moved his hand to your throat, squeezing down so you could barely breathe anymore. His other hand coming down right beside your neck, on the table, along with his right leg coming up and meeting your bulge. Your voice caught in your throat, but you let out the sweet whimper. He had successfully caged you in, and you couldn't be more excited.

He chuckled before saying, "Oh? Just my leg would do? Of course such a filthy body such as yours would be satisfied with just my leg on your cock. Tsk tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?" His lips touched your ear, slowly making his way down. He made sure to leave the faintest kisses, ones that would leave you begging for more. He stopped at your lips and lifted his head, staring into your blow out eyes.

"Use your voice sunshine, I'm tired of reading your thoughts." Of course he could have just read your mind to know what you wanted, but he wanted to hear you try and say them. He really doesn't think you'll be able to just a simple word out.

"N-No it's embarrassing. You know what I want so just...please just do it...please." You tried to plead with him, tried to move your hips slightly so you could get some friction.

Heimdall looked in your eyes and sighed, "I'm very disappointed (Y/N), I thought you really wanted this. I guess I was wrong for once." Heimdalls face turned into one of false disappointment, but in your heated state you couldn't tell. He removed his hand and leg from your body, and started to walk away. Your panicked look almost made him stay and drop his act.

"W-Wait! I'll say it please don't leave! Please!" Tears started to prick the corners of your eyes, worry and panic filled your body. You're finally about to get what you want and you're not about to let it go. Surprisingly, Heimdall stopped in his tracks. He looked at your body over his shoulders, your hands clinging onto him as if it would stop his movement.

"Well? I'm waiting." He pushed your hands off of him and turned to look at you. You wished he hadn't because his piercing eyes on your body had your throat dry up and voice rendered useless. His disappointing face was turned into his usual annoyed looking one, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Umm...I want, no need you to umm...," you swallowed, and looked down. You heard Heimdall sigh, but then immediately felt his hand on your chin. Forcing you once again to look into his eyes. You felt so dazed, like he put a spell on you. Your mind didn't even register that your mouth was moving.

"I need you to make me cum. I don't care how, just do it please..." Heimdall smiled his signature cocky, arrogant smile.

"As you wish, sunshine." Without even having a second to process his words, Heimdall had you bend over the end of one of The Great Lodges tables. He had put your arms behind your back, keeping his hand on your wrist to keep them in place. His hips flushed against your ass, you could feel his clothed cock pressing against your clothed ass. He could feel your hard cock restraining against your leather pants, as well as the heat seeping through the bottoms. Oh how he was going to absolutely destroy you and leave you thoughtless. You swore you heard him let out a groan.

What really got you though, was his left hand on your hip. His grip was squeezing you so roughly but just how you wanted. You could only think about how that hand would feel as he plunged his cock deep inside of you.

"Tsk, you're so pathetic. I have barely done anything and you're already this wet. I think if I even make the slightest movement, you're going to cumming in your pants. So fucking needy uh?" He pulled on your wrists, lifting you up just a little bit.

"Answer me, sunshine." Heimdall demanded, his mouth next to your ear once again. His body adding extra weight onto your back. If you could move before, you surely can't now

"Y-yes." You meekly answered, you heard him scoff at this. Acting like he didn't already know the answer.

Heimdall stood up, making you miss his body heat on your back. You wanted to move your hips to try to convince him to move, but didn't in fear that he would take ever longer to make you cum.

"You're so impatient." Heimdall said with a roll of his hips, making sure you felt how hard he is. He wanted to tease you more, threaten that he's going to make you wait longer so you can learn some patience. But truth be told, he couldn't wait anymore either. He had waited to finally execute this moment for too long. He was as impatient as you.

He rolled his hips again, using the hand on your hip to help push you back further. Just these movements had you sighing and panting with pleasure. Didn't help either how the movement also made you chest rub against the table, rolling your nipples against your shirt.

After the third thrust, Heimdall sighed in annoyance. His long, white shirt and leather armor was two layers too many for him. He couldn't get enough friction on his dick, he felt like he couldn't feel you enough.

"Stay right there, don't even think about moving a muscle or I'll leave you here." He warned before letting go of your body. As quickly as possible, he tore off his white shirt and piece of leather armor. With how loud the rustling was, you wanted to turn around and watch him take it off. But your determination to be obedient out won your curiosity. It wasn't long before you heard a sigh of relief behind you, letting you know Heimdall was finished.

Finally his hands returned to your body, right back in their same spots. However, what you didn't expect was to feel his harden, naked cock on your backside. You could feel the heat of his cock pouring onto your skin, making you feel impossibly hotter. You felt a moan bubbling in the back of your throat. But you did have one question, why are your pants still on?

"You're still clothed because for the first time I make you cum will be in your pants." Heimdall told you sternly. God damn his pride, couldn't even let it go when you two are fucking. You felt a harsh smack met your ass. It was warning, you can feel his eyes glare daggers into your skull. It only turned you on more.

Sighing, Heimdall finally continued rolling his hips. Your pleasure intensified now that he had his cock out. You swore you could feel it twitch and throb with every thrust, you swore you could hear Heimdall let out the tiniest moans. Of course he was trying to hide them with grunts and sighing. You thought it was cute how sensitive his body also seems to be. Another spank found its way on your ass, this time though on the other side. You responded in a moan, smushing your face further into the table. In turn, also pushing your ass out further as well.

You could hear Heimdall scoff and chuckle at your reaction. You could practically see him shaking his head. His thrust started to get harsher and faster, you swear if didn't have pants or underwear on his cock would catch on your asshole every. You swear that his tip would prob it every single time. God oh how you wish he would just stop the teasing and rip your bottoms off. How you wish he would grow tired of this and just start fucking into your ass. He moved his hand off your wrists and pulled your head up by your hair. Roughly digging his fingernails into your scalp, while tugging on your hair.

"What did I say, sunshine?" He asked behind gritted teeth, giving your ass another smack.

"Y-you want me to first c-cum in m-my pants..." You managed to get out between moans. You knew if you didn't answer he would leave you just like this.

"Exactly, so stop complaining and appreciate what I'm giving your worthless self." He finished with another smack to your ass-cheek, his words stinging in all the right ways. You were close, you just needed something a little more. Having hearing this thought, Heimdall stopped. He repositioned himself behind you, having the hand in you hair move in order to have his arm wrap around your waist. His hand was directly on your cock, applying pressure and rubbing the outline up and down. You lost your balance and your head hit the table, not enough to seriously hurt though. You tried to use your arms to help push you up and push more onto Heimdalls cock. If someone was behind the entrance to The Great Lodge, you are sure that they would hear your moans and Heimdalls groans. With how you both were rolling your hips, the pressure added to your cock, and the feeling of his cock, you truly felt as if he was actually fucking your ass with no layers between you two.

"H-Heimdall I'm gonna-"

"I'm not stopping you." Heimdall said into your ear, angling his face so he kiss you. With one more push of his hips, you finally came. Moaning into his mouth while his tongue explored your mouth and swallowed your noises. Your body tensed up, your legs started to shake and your arms gave out. Making you break the kiss. His thrusts didn't let up and his hand was still rubbing your cock, you quickly became overstimulated. Your voice reduced to pants and broken moans.

"S-slow down..." You slurred out, reaching your weak arms behind to try to grab him. Surprisingly Heimdall stopped his movement, and stood up. You could still feel how hard his cock was, begging for release. So why did he stop? Why didn't he let himself cum?

Finally tearing your leather pants off, Heimdall told you, "I want to cum inside you so you'll remember who made you such a pathetic mess. Not that I think you even need to be reminded, I'm sure you'll still be having those dirty thoughts again right after this. Never satisfied, how truly greedy of you, sunshine. Tsk tsk tsk." The cold air hit your lower body and Heimdall let out a small gasp. Your cum had made a mess of your cock. Your pre-cum wasn’t helping either. It was dripping out of your tip, covering most of it and running down your length. Both your cock and ass were still throbbing and clenching from your orgasm. He couldn't help himself, he had to just get a sense of what your ass is going to feel like.

One of his hands held your hip, and the other he wet his index finger and put it inside your asshole.

You gasped and stammered out, "H-heimdall stop I'm s-sensitive!" You don't even know if he could understand what you were saying, your voice being mostly moans. Oh but he understood what you said, but he didn't care. He's finally getting to touch your ass after having to hear your thoughts about him, there was nothing that could stop him right now. He pushed a wet finger inside of your ass, trying to get a feel of just how tight you're going to be. God how he wanted to stop getting a feeling and just ram his cock inside you, but he was being nice for once. Instead he put another finger insider, now making a scissoring motion. The small stretch felt so good, you swore you were going to actually lose your mind. He didn't hesitate to put a third and final finger in. You didn't know his long and slender could make you feel so full. It only got better when he started to move them, moving them around and stretching them out.

"R-right there!" You moaned out. It felt so good for him to finally hit your prostate, having your question answered on how it would feel if he hit it. It was so much better and different from how you do it. Every movement of his fingers hit that spot, reaching places your fingers never could. It wasn't long before you felt that bubbling feeling.

"Fuccck...I-im gonna c-cum again..." You were torn between wanting him to stop or wanting him to make you cum again. You didn't know how much orgasms you had in you. However, Heimdall chose for you. He stopped his movements and slowly pulled his fingers out, hoping you were prep enough. He turned you on your side, putting one of your legs on his shoulder. You both finally saw what each other looked like.

Heimdall saw that your face was still flushed with a bright red. Your eyes even more blown out, your pupils extremely dilated. Your chest was heaving up and down, as you struggled to feel like you had enough air. Your hair was no longer neat, now strands were going in different directions.

Heimdalls was no different. Eyes so dilated that you could see into them. Chest rapidly going up and down, having the same problem you are. His braids were still put together but looked messy for once. You don't know how he managed to get them like that. The only difference was that his face wasn't flushed. He still looked so composed and put together, even though you both know he's not.

He looked at your lips, he needed to have another taste. So he did. He bent down and stole another kiss from you. It felt passionate and loving, while being rough and harsh. The kiss was filled with teeth clashing and you both trying to pull one other close as if one of you would disappear. It was sloppy and messy, with tongues battling each other making spit go down both of your chins. It was perfect. It said everything that needed to be said.

You felt the tip of his cock probe your entrance. You had forgotten what you two were doing, so consumed by the kisses. Heimdall chuckled when he felt your surprise moan, finally breaking away from the kiss. A line of spit still connected you two. Wasting no more time, he finally started to sink his cock slowly into. You could feel every ridge and vein with his pace. God you were beginning to go thoughtless. Wasn't helping that Heimdall couldn't hold back his moan anymore. They were so addictive, you needed to hear them till the end of time.

When he was fully in, he moved to put his head on your shoulder. He seemingly was already out of breath. Meanwhile you felt too hot, too sticky. You needed to at least take your chest armor off. You began to try to take it off, fumbling with the straps and buckles. Sensing your growing frustration, Heimdall moved your hands out of the way. unbuckling the armor, he pushed the leather piece off of you. The cold air colding your sweat-filled shirt. You sighed with relief.

"You can move now." You let Heimdall know, finally adjusted to his size. Also your first almost clear sentence during this whole situation.

Heimdall started with a small and slow roll of his hips. He sucked in a breath, having to adjust to your warmth. He wanted to go ahead and pound into your ass. But he knew if he did, he would cum too soon. He wanted this moment to last for a little while. He was also trying to not overwhelm you. Little sweetheart didn't want to render you thoughtless just yet.

Heimdall had started moving his left hand towards your shirt, wanting to feel your chest. The chest he could never keep his eyes off of, the one he wanted to lay his hands on and never have to take them off. God he needed to finally feel them in his palms. His hips kept the same slow pace as his hand slipped under your shirt. Your skin was so hot, so sticky with sweat. He could get addicted to touching you like this. Your skin felt so good, it felt so right against his fingers. Letting out a groan, he grasped your chest. Squeezing and rolling it between his fingers. Giving quick swipes to your hard nipple. He started hitting deeper inside you, as if touching your chest had given him motivation to change pace. Your mouth is right near his ear, so not only can he hear your thoughts. Now he can hear every sound that comes out of your mouth. He can hear the little gasps, the pathetic whimpers, and the moans mixed with curses. He's going to have your sounds stuck in his head forever, not that he mind.

He pushed your shirt up, exposing your chest to the chilling air. It made your nipples even harder somehow. To Heimdall, they looked like a little treat just for him. When he thought he couldn't love your chest even more, he was proven wrong quickly. With his slow and deep thrusts, the fat of your chest was bouncing in such a hypnotic way. His thrusts got faster, needing to see your chest bounce more. With one of your legs still on his shoulder, he bent his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. God is he good with his mouth. As to expected, all that talking has to be for something right? His tongue licked your nipple in just the way you liked it. His teeth would graze it, giving it that slight rough treatment it needed. The pleasure from sucking your nipples went straight to your dick. Pushing his head a little to catch his attention, you looked into his annoyed eyes -why did you have to interpret his nipple sucking?- but one look into your eyes and he heard what you needed.

His pace fastened and he made his hips came down harsher. He removed the hand on your torso and put it on your cock. This time stroking it fast and making sure to cover every inch. He would stop his hand at your leaking tip, mixing together your cum and pre-cum together to easily glide his hand down. This time was so much different from his rubbing. This time you can actually feel his fingers on it and not just the pressure. This time you can feel just how precise and nimble his fingers are. If it wasn't for his body between your legs, they would have snapped shut. It was too much pleasure for you at once, only used to your smaller fingers and needy movements. You needed more though.

You wrapped your other leg around his waist, holding him in place.

"M-More..." Your broken voice moaned out. Surprisingly he complied to your demand. His hips went faster, along with his fingers. He made sure he bottomed out at the end of every thrust, wanting you to feel all of him. His tip always hitting your spot as it went by, making you see stars. He doubled over, the pleasure being too strong for as well. Heimdall doesn't remember the last time he has felt this good. Being face to face once more, you grew shy. You felt so exposed with him looking at you while he's fucking your brains out. His gaze was too intense.

You moved your hand to your mouth, attempting to hide behind it.

"Oh now you're shy? Where was your shyness when you thought about me taking you wherever, not caring who saw or heard just as long as you got your fill? Where was your shyness when you thought about my cock inside every time you looked at my face? Uh? Why was your embarrassment and morals then, sunshine?" He didn't remove your hand, but he didn't need to. His eyes were still piercing into yours. His talk also made it seem like your hand was completely useless, like he could still see all of you.

Defeated, you put your hand back down. You wanted to respond and try to come up with an excuse but you couldn't. Not with how he changed his angle to continuously hit your prostate, it was like he was trying to bruise it. You think he might bruise it actually. Satisfied at your defeat, Heimdall went to kiss you again. It felt exactly like how it did before. Passionate but also rough. Loving but also messy. Teeth clashing but no tongues battling. Heimdall easily overtook your mouth, claiming every inch as his.

That bursting feeling finally came back. You tried to pull away to warn Heimdall, but he kept your lips on his. You repeated in your head that you were coming to cum, hoping that Heimdall was still listening. Fortunately he was.

He pulled away, "Go ahead, sunshine." He kept his same bruising pace and focused his stroking on your sensitive tip. His eyes on you, his ears listening to your whines. He would be listening to your thoughts but you were just repeating the same thing: "I'm gonna cum".

He felt your asshole clench down and throb around his cock. He felt how your whole body tensed and shook. He saw how your eyes went into the back of your head, he was sure you saw nothing but white. Your moans surrounded him, along with the little curses that followed.

"There you go, sunshine." Heimdall encouraged, loving how you felt around him. He wasn't far behind you. He doesn't know how he is going to last much longer with how your ass is creaming around him right now.

With just a few more sloppy thrusts, Heimdall came with a moan. He couldn't stop his hips from doing quick thrusts. This time you could see how his eyes shot into the back of his head. You see how his whole body tensed up and was shaking when he finally relaxed. Although you could hear his moans and groans better. Your vision was a little blurry from your mind breaking orgasm.

As you both try to relax your bodies, calm your breathing, and steady your minds, Heimdall had this to say.

"We're not done yet, so rest up while you still can." He picked your limp body off the wooden table, and took you to his room.

#sorry this took longer #I had to take a small break #also please let me know how I did on this #this is my first time writing for amad reader #and I feel like I got everything wrong 😭😭😭#god of war #gow #god of war heimdall #gow heimdall #heimdall #god of war heimdall x reader #gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #heimdall smut #gow heimdall smut

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Kinktober 2023 Day 19-Tooth Brushing

Steven Universe-Lapidot

Peridot teaches Lapis how to use a toothbrush. It gets weird.

written for @kinktober2023

requested by anon

This story is rated E for explicit. It is for mature audiences only. All characters are over 18. NSFW under the cut.

Peridot really wanted to build a bathroom. She kind of missed the bathroom back at Steven's house. It was strangely comforting in its own bathroom way. So she decided to build one. It wasn’t hard, and easy once she used Greg's credit card for supplies. She had no idea what Greg was so mad about.

Once it was finished, there was only one thing left to do. Show Lapis around!

"And this is the soil removal unit, or a bath as the humans say."

"What’s this thing?" Lapis had picked up a toothbrush.

“That my friend is a toothbrush. Humans use it to brush their teeth.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know how humans need to consume smaller, weaker organics for energy?” Lapis nodded. “Well some of that organic matter gets stuck in their teeth and needs to be brushed out. Observe.” Peridot put some toothpaste on the brush. “This is toothpaste. It’s not actually paste. I know, I was disappointed too.” Peridot began brushing her teeth, the paste foaming at her mouth. Lapis watched in fascination.

“Could I try?”

Peridot nodded then spit in the sink. Putting more toothpaste on the toothbrush, she put it in Lapis’ mouth. She gently brushed her barn mates teeth. As they stared into each other’s eyes did the gems realize just how intimate the situation was. As Peridot continued brushing, blushes appeared on both their faces.

“Now, you ah, spit in the sink.”

The blue gem did as she was told. There was still an awkward feeling in the air. Hoping to break the tension she said, “Can it do anything else?”

Peridot was eager to change the subject. But in her haste she was far too honest. “The vibrating mechanism is great for masturbation!” She phased out of her onesie, leaving her naked, save her glasses. She turned the toothbrush on, and shoved the handle up her pussy. It’s only now that Peridot made the situation so much more sexual than early. “So that’s that.” She went to remove the toothbrush but Lapis stopped her.

“No, let me see you finish.”

As Peridot continued to masturbate, Lapis got a nice look at her naked form. The inner lips of her pussy were a dark green to contrast her lime green skin. Her breasts were moderate with nipples a dark shade of nipples. Near her pussy she had given herself a small tuft of blonde pubic hair.

Lapis watched as Perry's face twitched as the toothbrush vibrated around inside her. Her expression was surprisingly cute.

"Oh stars!" Peridot came, her walls clenching around the device as she sprayed her juices all down her thighs and the toilet seat. She was still blushing was she pulled the brush out of her sex.

Before she had a chance to explain herself she saw Lapis turning around and bending over. "I want to do it too."

Peridot gulped. 'Ohstarsohstarsohstars.' Lapis' clothing wasn't a big onesie, so she didn't need to phase everything off like Peridot. The green gem lifted up Lapis' flowing dress, revealing her blue ass. Peridot could feel herself sweating. She could see Lapis' cute pussy visible just underneath. Her inner walls were a darker shade of blue. Lapis was plenty wet already after watching Peridot get off, so the handle slid in nice and easy. The vibrations affected her right away.

"Fuck stars!" Lapis' whole ass quivered as the toothbrush shook her to her core. Lapis looked back at her, her hair all tousled and face flustered. Perry couldn't take it, despite just having gotten off herself. She ran over to her roommate and kissed her deeply and passionately. Her tongue pushed into the other gem's mouth and met her tongue. Lapis kissed back, her tongue rolled over Peridot's.

Soon the blue gem's body surrendered and came. Her walls spasming until the toothbrush fell to the floor.

Breathing heavily, the two gems looked at each other. Lapis said, "I think I like toothbrushes."

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #stephen galaxy #lapidot #lemon

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Heroine Holiday (Chapter 1)

Characters: Hidden Male character x Asuka Kawazu

Words count: 2,1k words

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Today outside the beach is extremely hot, and the hotter it gets, the more people come to swim on the beach to cool off, but too much sun makes some people feel uncomfortable, me included. Asuka is different though since she likes summer vacations like this the most. I don't know if it has been a hobby since she was a child, but whenever it comes to summer like now, she asks me to go to the beach for a long time. And this time also closed Kamen Rider Saber, so she wants to go to the sea more than ever. As soon as she finished packing in the hotel, she was ready for a black bikini with white lines like brush strokes. A two-piece bikini is enough for her to go to the beach and enjoy the wind without being discreet enough. Around this area, there are many white wooden tables and chairs placed all over the lawn right in front of the beach, with quite a few tall trees, so the shade is also wide.

"You are not going to the beach, are you?"

“Do you see me ever going down there? It's just you running around on the beach all day!"

"Come on! You have to let me play as much as I want, right? I have to wait so much until I can rest like now!”

"I also let you play as much as you wanted every night, but with me in the bed!"

“Well, the moon is still not here though! Come on, I'll put on sunscreen and come down there! Then tonight will be ours as usual, OK?"

Then she kissed me and then sat with her back to the white wooden table to make it easier to apply the cream on the leg area. Her back is still amazing because every time I push her Doggy style I get to see it without missing a second! But what is Doggy's biggest highlight? That's right! It's the butt because that's where I put my dick in and shot her inside, and her ass is just too good to do it. And there's her tied up the hair too, though it's nice to grab them when you thrust her from behind her hair is so short, I wish it were as long as it used to be. That was my first warm-up, and after she finished applying sunscreen all over her body, she ran straight down to the sand and played happily down there. She was always like that, always liked to soak in the seawater. I still sit on the white wooden couch, holding the cookbook that I take away just for nothing because the main purpose of my every trip is to see her body and then eat her when I can't take it anymore. She also called me down a few times, but I refused because I don't like this weather anyway.

That night…

"Oh my God! The food here is amazing, isn't it, honey?”

"You've been eating here sometimes before and you're still praising that much?"

This is not the first time we choose this Resort to rest. But for Asuka every time was like the first time with food. But no matter how much she eats, her body remains intact like this. For her to eat comfortably like this was also to give her the strength to moan for as long as possible tonight. After eating, it's time for the next level tonight: Swimming. Seeing how she has such an attachment to water, why did the producer create a relationship between Rintaro - Swordsman of Water, and Mei played by Asuka. Anyway, back to the infinity pool on the 27th floor, still wearing the same bikini from the afternoon, she got back into the water and swam back and forth. Then she went to the edge of the pool and pushed her whole body up with her hands to see the whole city, once again her ass came into my view, this time they were clearer than when she was sitting on it. the white table outside. This time, my stamina couldn't save me any longer. I walked over to her, picked her up by her armpits, and carried her straight to the bed

"It's only the beginning of the night! Do you want to do it all the time?”

“Must do it now! Because you're hungry too!"

A light kiss begins and is followed by long, deep kisses. Her lips are still the first place I want to find. Her body was still covered with water from the pool, an entire bed was soaked. The sweetness of her lips combined with the clear drops of water from the waters of the swimming pool combined perfectly.

"Hey! Let me go first, okay?"

"My pleasure!"

Asuka turned me over and sat on top of me. She put her butt on top of my dick and started twirling her butt around it, she watched my cock and also watched my expression, then she leaned down and started kissing and licking all over my body from top to bottom but still not forgetting to continuously stimulate my cock in different ways. She kissed my boxer shorts with my dick erect, hard to bear when she was so stimulated all the time.

"Look! Your little brother has low endurance!”

"You know what to do, right?"

“Of course, honey!”

She slowly took off her boxer pants and continued to stimulate my cock with her hands before taking it into her mouth, this time her hands moved to stimulate my balls. Her lips may not be thick, but her mouth is very wide, always hugging my cock. She moved her mouth up and down, occasionally looking at me with interested eyes

“Asuka! You always…do it...well!”

Hearing that, Asuka nodded with satisfaction and resumed her work. She gradually increased the speed of the movement of her mouth, the sperm streams were gradually waiting at the tip and just waiting to be fired.

“Asuka! I… I'm ready to cum!”

“Shoot, honey! I want them!”

The signal has been given! A large wave of sperm was shot like a machine gun into her mouth, she swallowed them bit by bit and slowly savored the wonderful taste. She licked her lips again to clean the few drops of milky white that were still flat there. I took the opportunity to lift her to my level and then rollover

“Now it's my turn! You make me shoot once and I'll shoot you twice!"

I pressed her down again as we had at first, and we continued with another kiss, a gentle kiss that brought her mouth back to its favorite whining job. kisses scattered from her neck to her cleavage and I took turns sucking on her breasts, and she moaned and puffed her breasts up to bring her breasts into my mouth more. The other side of the nipple is also well taken care of. The kisses continued down to her stomach and stopped at her unbuttoned panties.

“Fortunately, I haven't done anything with you this afternoon! Now I'm ready to make you the happiest girl tonight!"

“Come here, honey! Make me orgasm please!”

The panties were quickly taken off and mercilessly thrown away, her pussy was now oozing, small drops of fluid oozed out, and began to drip onto the bed. But it was clear that was not the time to eat her. So my hand started caressing her cunt while my mouth started to find her thighs to lick. Those juicy thighs combined with some very first stimulations on her cunt are the perfect warm-up before doing anything to her crotch.

“Hurry up…don’t just touch it…um…I can’t stand it!”

"That's what I want!"

That's enough playing around! I started licking her cunt, occasionally licking long lines up there and around. After licking the outside, my tongue began to go inside her cunt while my tongue took care of sweeping every nook and cranny while I continued to suck her cunt. Her body seemed to go crazy and numb with each of my sucks.

“Kimochi, honey! Hurry up and help me cum!”

I sucked harder, causing her to moan louder, the amount of fluid leaking out more and more. My hands were still stroking her thighs while her hands wouldn't stay still, sometimes clinging to the bedsheet, sometimes pressing my head deeper into her. Now the room only had the sounds of "Ah", and "Oh" taking turns coming out of her mouth. My hands moved from her thighs to her buttocks and squeezed them hard.

"That's right! Stimulate me again! I'm going to cum!"

I squeezed her back and slapped her ass hard, and then a hand went up to squeeze her breasts. Once stimulated in all areas of her body, Asuka couldn't hold it any longer, the fluid spewed out from her cunt in a rush and showed no sign of stopping. I kept burying my face in her cunt and caught the fluid one by one, swallowing it over and over again. By the time Asuka was lying there panting, there was only a little bit of fluid left around her cunt, I licked it off and crawled up to face her.

"So what? Tired yet?”

She shook her head as if to speak because she was still gasping for air after having just shot so much fluid out.

“You gave me energy just then! And now I'll use what you gave me so I can fuck you all out tonight!"

I put my still very energetic dick into her cunt and started right away with very strong smashes, she was so surprised that she screamed loudly and then went back to moaning as she should. The sticky sounds that seemed to have stopped came back and became even louder than before. The bed also shook violently from my very strong strokes. Her chest rose again as if inviting me to suck it too. Of course, I couldn't refuse the offer, so I lowered my head and put one of my nipples in my mouth to suck, but this position was quite difficult to do both, so I wrapped my arms around her back, and then lifted her whole body, let her sit on my lap while my dick was still firmly on her cunt, the thrusts continued. Now that my face is facing her breasts so sucking on them has become a lot easier, but that doesn't mean I reduce the force of the clicks, it's just that instead of me punching her directly, I press her cunt. her into my cock. While I was suckling on her left breast, the other was taken care of by both her hands and mine.

“Come on Asuka-chan! I'm about to cum for the first time!"

“Hurry up…you said twice…please cum…I want you so bad…Ah”

She combined my lower body with my hands, making the force of the clicks much more powerful. And it didn't take long for me to shoot her first round of sperm. I didn't give her a chance to breathe, but immediately pulled my dick out of her cunt, turned her around, and let her kneel on both hands and feet, preparing for my all-time favorite ending - Doggy. I shoved my dick still with a little bit of her fluid on her butt and started nudging her again with hard thrusts. I grabbed her hip and nudged her from behind.

“Just then this ass made me unbearable! It deserves to receive my punishment!”

Then I hit her hard on the bottom, not just once, but repeatedly, making her moans more pleasurable.

“That's right…punish it…hit me more honey…ah!”

I continued to pound her ass but still didn't forget to increase my force to push my dick into her butt. It wasn't until her butt was red that I reached for her breasts to squeeze, and then her hair to pull like the reins of a horse.

“Oh, Asuka! I'm going to cum!"

“Hurry and shoot, honey! But then don't stop either!"

I shot the second round of sperm, Asuka now also had no strength so she lay down on the bed even though I continued to lie on top of her to smack her ass. She lay there moaning and I shot two more rounds of sperm before hugging her and lying there panting with her. We kissed a few more times before we both went to the bathroom to clean up and go to bed.

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 8 months

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Helloo, lovely!!

Okay first of all I can't believe it took me so long to finish the story. I just kept getting so flustered at work that I had to finish reading while I was at home. Then I wanted to be able to write this while at home and when I finished the story I was just too tired to write all of this.

So immediately when I read the summary I knew I was going to love it. I knew you were writing something that involved anal play, so I was already excited to read this. Already I have to say you did such an incredible job.

Starting off the story with masturbation, I thought was amazing. I do not see that happen in stories often unless it’s specifically an act of being a brat or mutual. With this, it was just pure desperation and I loved it so much. I mean who doesn't love a good self-love moment? Then being so sweet with mommy Wanda in the kitchen, I need her immediately. The endless amount of pet names makes me weak in the knees. I loved it when she unintentionally made R reveal what she did while on her lunch break. R just had so much guilt about breaking a rule that she couldn't help but tattle on herself.

The first night of punishments. First and foremost, which I know you already know, I love impact play so much. The teasing combined with the spanking is just so good. THEN when she moves up R’s body and is hovering just above her face. Showing how wet that ‘punishment’ made HER. I love it when a woman sits on my face to this part had me, RED. Then she uses R for her own pleasure the rest of the night. Teasing her with thoughts of what could have happened if she behaved herself. The amount of orgasms Wanda had in this story was beautiful.

The next day. Honestly, R held out longer than I could have. I think I would have had a sneaky orgasm in the shower. It was so good that Wanda almost caught her touching herself while on her lunch break, again. The way Wanda just gets straight to business when she gets to R’s office is incredible. The fact that they almost get caught but even that doesn't stop Wanda from trying to devour R. I love that Wanda can immediately smell R’s pussy on her fingers and knows what she was doing before she arrived. The edging during this part was another moment where I had to take a breather. Because wow, edging gets me so hot now. It's so cute how after all of that they still had a nice lunch. Then later that night the punishments Wanda had for R had me dripping honestly. Butt plugs. What can I say, I love them. The way Wanda gets R prepped to take it is sexy. The slowness and intimacy of it, being so vulnerable for her. I want to experience this immediately. The fact that Wanda is always in charge no matter what position she's in is so insanely hot. I want to be inside her right now.

It was around this time I decided I needed to wait until I was home to finish this story. When I finally had the time I wanted to make it a little more interesting and maybe this is too much info but I really wanted to read the rest of the story with a butt plug in. I got one very recently and it was only the second time I had tried it and it was mind-blowing to have it in while reading.

It's honestly so real that R still could not be patient enough to wait for Wanda to get home. I'm not sure I would be either. The way R really thought Wanda would let it go because “she was just getting ready for her” is so funny and cute. The amount of teasing in this story is incredible. The pussy slap with the dildo did unspeakable things to me. So did the line “Mommy has to settle for your ass instead”. Drippingggg. When she starts playing with R’s ass I think my face was a permanent shade of red. The teasing words, the praise of how good her ass feels, the closeness of it all. I love it so much. When she finally gives in and decides to please R and she wants her inside of her ass again. My god, it made me feel so desperate to be filled this way by her. The aftercare too makes me feel so warm inside. It's so sweet and good to see the way Wanda truly cares about comfort and intimacy above all.

The next day Wanda is just so perfect. Driving R to work and picking up dinner. The sharing of the desert and Wanda feeding R was just so cute. My heart melted a little bit honestly. Now, I feel like I have to say beforehand. Office sex makes me feral. To me, it's one of the best places for semi-public sex. The desk is so conveniently there and the addition to work uniforms (I'm talking about suits here;)) makes it so so sexy. The possessiveness that Wanda exudes in this scene is so hot. The internal battle she faces of whether to be gentle and make love or claim you and make you think of only her. I wonder how many pairs of panties R would ruin in a day if she changed every time she got wet thinking about Wanda. Being taken from behind is one of my favorite positions and reading Wanda take R over a desk this way had me throbbing. Then when she started to take her in the ass I felt like I was going to combust. Also, the way she is begging for it, omg id do anything for her. The fact that Wanda enchanted the strap and could feel everything had me seeing stars. The praising, and the fact that she did make love to R the way she wanted to. But also claimed her in a way that nobody else has before. When they came together and Wanda filled her ass with cum and then plugged it up so as to not waste any. I felt so feral after reading all of this and desperately needed a release. Especially after feeling the butt plug while reading half of it.

This is very long lol and I am so sorry but I did say I would tell you all my thoughts. I'm not even sure this is all of them either. I'm sure if I reread it I would have lots more. Your work is always so phenomenal, I'm in awe every time. So anyways thank you for reading and I hope you have a lovely day!!!

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Hi, little star! Oh lord, I love that! I love that you put so much effort into this review. I know! Masturbation isn't often approached, I think because, most people find the description of shared sexual scenes more interesting to read... And yeah, I often focus on the reader's experiences and pleasure, so switching it up and focusing on Wanda's needs was so fun to do. And WAW! I have to say, knowing that you decided to try your new plug while reading the story makes it sooo hot somehow! It must have given you a whole new perspective on R's experiences throughout the story. That is... I'm mind-blown! And I love that the intimacy and the careful tenderness of those scenes really shows. I set it up that way and I wanted it to be a gentle, emotional moment and I'm so happy it came across that way! Oh, never apologize for long reviews! That is honestly the best part about sharing my stories! Just reading what you guys think and what resonated with you and what made it hot, what you thought was interesting or exciting, that's the most rewarding part! Thank you for sharing! Truly, I was so happy to wake up to your review and I read it first thing and I can honestly say that it's a great way to start my day! Thank you, little star!

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