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hearts4chriss · 2 months

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Texas baby.

Angry!Boyfriend Chris x Needy Poc! Girlfriend

prompt: while Chris is filming with his brothers and Sam and Colby you send me a bunch of thirsty texts and images to distract him. Fortunately and unfortunately it works but at what cost?

Part 7

Contains: PURE FILTHY SMUT! humiliation, semi-public, balcony sex, ROUGH! CHRIS, degrading, hair pulling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, use of pet names, hair pulling, ass slapping, choking, photography, dirty talk, spanking, heavy aftercare

A/n: THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE AMAZING & TALENTED GIRL @luv4kozume I LOVE U SO MUCH MAMA ( my mother ) THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE IM SO GLAD I FOUND U AND IM SO PROUD OF YOU UR ALMOST @2k🤭🤭

Damnit Chris

Chris Matt and nick were here in Texas to film a collab w Sam and colby and he begged me to come along.

But since he left I’ve been feeling soooo horny for him, I haven’t been able to get him alone of course since he’s here for the collab and I wanted him to explore where I’m from ( surprise :) )

But it’s his fault, he’s been doing things in purpose.

The way he’d hug me from behind pressing his boner into my ass, the way he’d “accidently” grab my tit whenever I’d be out with him and his brothers since we got here.

Oh and his little flirty comments,

“Sorry sweetheart, my fault princess, you need something ma?, you look so pretty mama” all his stupid shit now has me wet and I can’t do anything for hours until he gets back

I had an idea. I was gonna make him pay

I knew how Chris felt whenever I teased him in public, which is exactly why I sent it. It would always end in really, really rough sex.

But we were in a hotel so I'm not sure how this would go but since he was filming with Sam and Colby I hope he doesn't get too upset.

Chris Pov

I was with my brothers and sam and colby as I had just seen the last of my girls texts.

My dick pressed achingly against my pants I swore I felt pre-cum in my boxers. those fucking pictures.

And it only got worse as I tried fixing myself when they weren't looking, just the though of her sitting on the hotel bed in a thong and a sheer black robe covering her made me almost nut in my pants.

I could not wait to bend her over the balcony and fuck her so good, let everyone know shes mine.

Throughout the rest of us filming, I began to get angry and even more pissed off with her sending me those.

She had me turned on, for hours, knowing I couldn't do shit about it.

I was gonna ruin that ass the second I got back. She wants to act like a slut? i'll fuck her like one.

1:27am

I was still awake, I had been laying on the bed before I heard the hotel room door open.

“Hey baby how filming.” I said turning around giving him a clear view of my plump breasts through the sheer material along with the thong hugging at my hips he tried to regain focus.

“You think that shits funny? Sending me that while im in public and making me hard hm?” He spoke in almost a growl his hand wrapping around my throat squeezing a bit and I shook my head and squeezed harder.

“N-no I-dont mphm think its funny-“ I choked out and he let out a scoff before releasing his grip.

“Outside, balcony, bend over.” Was what he instructed and I did so removing the robe walking outside as he followed me smacking my ass and I whimpered

“Faster, slut you wanna get fucked so bad I suggest you move quicker.” Chris said with a teasing tone as I scurried outside bending over and resting my arms on the rails the cool breeze hitting my nipples as they hardened.

“You know what's coming now baby?” Chris spoke in almost a baby-like voice rubbing his hands over the curves of my ass.

before I could speak he lays a harsh smack across my ass I jolt forward gripping onto the rail tightly.

“Don't make a sound yeah? Just be a good girl.” He speaks leaving a kiss on my neck before leaving another smack

“Your, smack, such, smack, a, smack, fucking, smack, slut, smack.” Chris said quickly through gritted teeth as I bit my lip from any groans or whimpers, also ignoring the way my pussy throbbed each time he smacked my ass.

“Fuck-“ he says under his breath fumbling with his pants undoing his belt letting his pants fall to the ground kicking them off before sliding down my thong letting his dick slap on my ass spreading the pre-cum a bit.

“You think you deserved to be fucked?” Think you deserve my cock hm? He said waiting for my answer as I tried to form the words he got irritated smacking my ass.

“You better answer me sweetheart, or you won't even get the tip.” Chris said in a mocking tone.

“P-please Chris- I'm sorry I-promise-“ I choke out my words falling out all over the place and he chuckles spreading my legs before forcing all of him inside me.

He normally would give me time to adjust but he was fucking pissed, he immediately began ramming into my pussy balls deep inside me, his hand grasping my shoulder making it easier to thrust.

“O-oh f-fucking shit Chris!” my jaw slack moaning his name loudly almost forgetting we were outside, but it felt so euphoric feeling him so far gone inside me.

“shit ma so fuckin tight on my dick, such a slut.” He grunted continuing to abuse my cunt letting it coat his cock easily sliding in and out, well pounding.

at the pace he was going, I could cum in probably a minute or two, and I knew chris was gonna make me his cum slut for my behaviour just a few hours ago, I was so fucked.

“shit shit- fuck!- feels so fucking good oh shitt!” I screamed biting my lip from my moans bound to has granted us a noise complaint but boy he did not like.

“Open your fucking mouth, you wanted this right? For me to fuck you like the whore you are?” He said smacking my ass again inserting his fingers into my mouth through my lips.

He continued his pace whilst I made a mess on his fingers from how hard and rough he was going I couldn't keep up as I drooled on his fingers, my ass slapping hard and quick on his pelvis allowing his cock to hit my g-spot every thrust, my stomach already gained the familiar sensation.

“Look at that, already about to cum so pathetic baby.” He chuckles removing his fingers from my mouth so he could pull my hair tightly thrusting harder making a clapping senation.

“FUCK im cumming f-fuck-“ cries of his name flew from my parted lips as my cum began dripping down his length allowing his warm thick load to shoot inside me, but he didn't even slow his pace allowing my eyes to shoot up from sensitivity.

“S-sensitive Chris!” I cried out gripping tightly on the balcony rails and feeling my legs already close in before he reached down spreading them apart leaning over to my ear.

“Nu-uh sweetheart, you wanted this remember?” He mocked leaving a lick on the sensitive spot on my neck making my breath hitch like he knew it would letting his cock ram deep inside me as our cum mixed creating a stick sound.

“such a dirty slut for me aren't you.” He sighs deeply allowing his eyes to roll back at the sight of me so fucked out on his cock.

“F-fuck yes yes- such a slut for you Chris-“ I cry out resting my head sideways on the rails and squeezing my eyes shut to let my mind drift away as it clouded it up from how he was fucking the shit out of me.

“Good girl, so fucking good f'me.” Chris's voice dropped an octave as he was so focused on fucking me till I saw stars it felt, thats when, The sticky sounding was replaced by a squelching wet sensation.

“Fuckk chris- I-“ I groaned my legs quivering as I began squirting over his cock and lower stomach, I could've sworn he would have stopped by now but he didn't

“oh god-“ I said feeling my eyes well up with tears as my legs nearly caved in at the overstimulation and he chuckle admiring how my wetness glistened in the faint light of the moon on the balcony.

“Love this fuckin pussy so much, fits so perfectly around me-“ chris moaned his brown locks sticking to his forehead as his arm wrapped around my torso to squeeze my tit making me whimper my legs began to shake a bit.

“come on ma one more, being such a good girl.” He praises his hand reaching down to rub my puffy clit chuckling at the heat of it as I squirmed tears falling down my face from the overwhelming pleasure.

Chris reached over to the hair grabbing phone putting it side ways and recording in front of me.

“Tell everyone how much a whore you were acting baby hm?” He said still thrusting deeply inside me.

“I-fuck- s-such a whore- for y-you-“ I said panting, almost like a dog my tears on my cheeks as I could hardly form a sentence.

Fucked her so good she can barley speak, fucked her dumb with my cock. He chuckled looking at the camera before setting it down as I could barley support my body weight at this point, my orgasm quickly was approaching.

“Oh fuck fuck I-its- so close-“ My toes curled into the ground allowing everything to entirely take over as I couldn't even process what was happening.

“fuck baby- cum, all over this dick.” He groans his teeth grazing over my shoulder as I shutter in his grasp.

“FUCK- C-cumming s-so fucking good-“ I squealed as I began to cream his dick for the 3rd time as he slowed his thrusts just enough so he could finish inside me again before slowly pulling out.

I try and hold my body up for a bit before chris pulls me into him, my chest heaving as my tears stained my face, our cum dripping out of my abused pussy and my body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“F-fuck Chris-“ I shake against the balcony rails barely holding myself up before Chris rubbed my shoulder placing a kiss.

“Shh I got you baby.” He whispered in a comforting voice gently picking me up bridle style allowing my head to rest on his chest as he carried me to the bathroom allowing a bath to run for me.

He got a warm cloth pushing my legs apart cleaning my inner thighs first since I'd be more sensitive in between.

“You ready? let me know if it's too much okay?” Chris kissed my forehead and I nodded as he cautiously pressed the warm cloth to my heat cleaning me up being careful to not make me wince.

My bath was ready so he held me again placing me in as i sigh leaning against the back of his as He sat behind me.

“Want me to take ur hair out mama?” or do you wanna keep it in.

“T-take it out.” I sigh tiredly and he smiles grabbing the baby scissors.

He was precise and careful taking my weeve out, I made sure to teach him how to do it so he wouldn't cut my hair and he didn't

Once taken out he undid the braids underneath it beginning to givev my scalp a small massage and I rest my head in his hands.

Your hairs gorgeous baby. He says quietly and I look at him and smile.

Eventually he got me out the bath allowing me to dry off with some support, he carried me to our bed.

“Here you go.” chris smiles handing me a pair of panties and one of his T shirts.

“I'll be right back okay?” He says and I nod as he leaves the room and I’m confused but I’m honestly too tired to even think

I put my bonnet on and wait for him

around 5 minutes later chris comes back with two cokes and a bag of takis.

“I know these are your favorite snacks so.” He shrugs handing them to me before taking off his shirt climbing into the bed with me in his grey sweats.

Thank you. I smile at him

“Of course ma, come here.” He says and I get closer to him laying my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me baby.” I say tiredly and he chuckled.

“Oh don't thank me, it’s my job sweetheart to do that and make you feel so good and plus I think we woke everyone up anyway.” He chuckles

“Oh shit- probably.” I shake my head as we both errupted into laughter.

The rest of that night ( 20 minutes )consisted of us watching TV and eating my snacks before I drifted off to sleep 20 minutes later.

“Goodnight gorgeous.”Chris mutters leaving a kiss to my clothed shoulder turning of the lights cuddling me as we fell asleep.

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ihave-atummyache · 10 days

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Han Jisung Imagine/One Shot

NSFW!!! SMUT!! 18++

2.6k words

"Wanna smoke?" Han's voice speaks up from the other side of the couch. His touch pauses on your calf and you look over from the movie.

"I'm down. But I'm not rolling," You smile and he rolls his eyes before pushing your legs off his lap and disappearing into his room. He returns a few minutes later with some papers, a lighter, and a jar.

You sit up on the couch, putting your feet on the floor and he makes his way over, settling between your legs on the floor and placing everything on the coffee table in front of him. Your fingers immediately make their way into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp, one of your favorite pastimes since he has been growing his hair out.

"You're gonna make me hard," he grumbles and you chuckle, pushing his shoulder. Always a horndog.

"You say that every time I touch you," you complain and he shrugs, a chuckle falling from his lips. Your hands make their way down to his neck, rubbing some tense spots to try to ease out the knots.

"Maybe you make me hard every time you touch me," he defends, pouting in his tone and you can't help but lean forward, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. His head falls back and you lean down, pressing another one to his puckered lips.

You and Jisun had started fucking a few months ago after being friends for nearly a year. You two haven't had the ‘date talk’ or anything yet but you both know that you only have sex with each other.

"Even before we turned into this?" you question, motioning between the two of you. He sits back up to focus on rolling again as he responds.

"Mhm. You're just so pretty. How could I not?" he replies nonchalantly, making a blush creep up you neck as you fight the smile from your lips. He says it so matter-of-factly and it makes you warm up inside. He makes it seem like it was inevitable to happen eventually.

"You're prettier," You reply quietly and he chuckles again. He knows you are no good at taking compliments but still insists on complimenting you constantly. He stands and you follow him, wrapping a throw blanket around your shoulders as the pair of you step out onto the balcony.

The cool air hits you and the faintest scent of weed. This is the spot that everyone always smoke at so it always has that underlying scent of weed. It's only early summer so the nights are still cold but the cool air feels nice the higher you get, cooling the flush that raises to my skin. This is your favorite place to come smoke at, especially when the weather is like this.

Jisung sits down on one of the padded chairs and pats his lap, waiting for you to join him in the chair. You giggle as you tilt your head him.

"It's your job to keep me warm since you have the blanket," He smiles up at you as you approach him, sitting down onto his lap. You chuckle and playfully roll your eyes before placing on of your arms around his neck. His arm wraps around your waist, joint in one of his hands and the lighter in the other. Once it lights, he brings it to your mouth, he always lets you take the first hit…because he is a gentleman.

You take a deep inhale, letting the burn fill your lungs before exhaling into the night air. You relax a little more into Jisung and his hand immediately finds your hip, rubbing gently as he takes a hit from the joint.

You grab his phone from the side table and press shuffle on one of your favorite playlists he has. The same playlist that you obnoxiously forced him to share with you months ago and it's all you listen to now.

"Thanks for always updating this playlist," You chuckle as he holds the joint up to your lips and you take a hit.

"Of course. It kind of changed from my personal playlist to one for both of us," he replies and you exhale, a smile making it's way to your face.

You two continue to pass the joint back and forth until it's nothing but a cherry and place it in the ashtray. Jisung leans back in the chair, pulling your legs up so you’re sitting practically on top of him.

"I don't think I can get any closer to you, Ji," You tease, a giggle escaping your lips. He smiles in return before biting down on his lip.

"God, I love your laugh," his voice is quiet but before you can reply, he leans in and presses his lips to your’s in a quick peck, "And these lips. Damn, you drive me insane, baby," he leans in again, pressing a kiss to the pulse point on your neck.

The weed already had your heart pounding but the addition of Jisung's words and touches, you felt like it could jump out of your chest at any moment. Your stomach does a flip as the nickname meets your ears. He's always called you baby, even when were purely platonic but lately it's been hitting a little different.

His lips continue to explore a few spots on your neck as his hand lightly drags up and down your outer thigh, making you keen into his touch. You feel like your body is on fire right now and his touch is adding so much more heat, despite the cool, night air.

"Hannie..." your voice comes out much more breathless than intended. It was supposed to be more of a scold. His gentle kisses had, at some point, turned into sucking and biting.

"Hmm?" he questions, innocently, his lips still working on your neck. You can't stop the moan from leaving you when he grips your upper thigh, right on your groin, his thumb brushing over your panty line.

"You're driving me crazy," you whimper and his hand meets your jaw, turning your head to face him. Your tongues are meeting in an instant, no sense of patience between either of you. Your arms wrap around his neck as you begin to scratch at his scalp gently.

A moan leaves his lips in response and you quickly swallow it with your own lips. Jisung's hips buck up into the back of your thighs and you can feel how hard he has gotten. Despite the cotton mouth, you can only think of one thing that you want to do right now.

You strategically slide off of his lap and sink onto your knees between his legs. You grab the blanket before tossing it over his lap, you included, covering yourself from the outside world and the cold.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his hardened cock through his pants. You can hear the sharp intake of breath and imagine him throwing his head back like he always does, making you impossibly wetter.

Your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants and boxers and he lifts his hips, letting you slide his pants down to just above his knees. Without warning, you lean forward and press a kiss to his leaking tip.

"Shit, baby. D-don't tease me too much. I'll be really embarrassed if I cum this quick," he complains and you chuckle, warm breath fanning over his pretty cock before you open your mouth and sink down onto him, your hand gripping what can't fit into your mouth.

His thighs tense under your arms and a quiet curse leaves his lips at the same time. You relax your throat, taking him deeper and pulling back up again. Despite feeling like you have cotton mouth, you’re able to build up enough saliva to lubricate your hand as you slowly stroke him in time with your mouth.

"Fuck. You've got the best mouth. Feels almost as good as your sweet cunt around me," His words send chills throughout your body, making you moan around him.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum. You want that? You want my cum down your throat?" His words are gruff as he begins to lightly thrust up into your mouth. Suddenly, you’re exposed to the night air again, the blanket in his hand. You look up at him, eyes glossy and tearful when they meet his and he practically goes cross eyed as his orgasm hits him like a truck.

Nothing but a quiet whimper leaves his mouth as he empties cum into your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow before he is pulling you off of him by the back of your hair.

"Holy shit. That felt incredible," His lips mash against your’s as his grip tightens in the back of your hair, making you groan against him, shifting to try to elevate the pressure between your legs and, of course, he notices.

You don't notice his other hand, too focused on his hand already laced in your hair and his lips, until you feel him press against you through your leggings, a whimper creeping into his mouth.

"Look how wet you got. Fuck, I can feel you through your pants. All for me?" He teases against your lips and you nod mindlessly but he leans back, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"I asked you something. You should know to use your words," his voice is deep and his eyes bore into your own, the intensity forcing your own gaze to drop. His grip in your hair only tightens and he yanks again, pulling a squeal from you and our eyes meet once again, your own beginning to water at the force he’s holding your hair at.

"Eyes on me. I asked you a question. You're this wet for me, isn't that right?" He asks again and you nod, a quiet yes leaving your lips.

"I knew you could listen. Who else can get you this wet?" His question has a condescending tone, one that you've never seen on him before. His hand dips into your leggings and presses again your bare pussy. His hand is cold and it sends literal shivers down your spine in contrast to your hot skin.

"N-nobody. Only you," you gulp again, eyes falling closed when he pushes a finger into your dripping hole. An embarrassing squelching sound reaching your ears but for some reason, only turning you on more.

"You know why that is?" He asks, pushing the finger in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You whine when he enters another but all you want is for him to fuck you at this point.

"W-why?" you whisper out, a moan following closely behind the shaky word.

"Because you belong to me," his voice is sharp and he quickly pulls his hand from your pants and grabs your wrists, pulling you to stand. He turns you around, pushing your chest against the balcony railing.

It finally hits you what you’ve done and what you’re about to do when you look down at the street. It was almost midnight and luckily nobody was on the road but for some reason, exhilaration fills you knowing that somebody could possibly see the two of you.

Before you can comment on it, your leggings are getting pushed down to your knees and the tip of Jisung's cock pokes at your entrance. When did he get hard again? Did he ever even get soft?

It doesn't matter when he dips the head of his cock into your waiting hole and pulls back out, making a whine leave your lips and your hips subconsciously try to rut back against him, his tip pushing against your pussy again.

"So dirty... It doesn'y bother you that someone could look up here and see what we're doing?" his words have you clenching and the head of his cock definitely feels it, he lets out a hiss as proof.

"You're just as dirty as me. That's how I know you were made for me," he leans down and whispers the second half into your ear as he finally slides into you.

Your knees buckle when he bottoms out and he quickly wraps an arm under your hips to hold you in place. His grip conveniently pushes against your lower stomach, pushing against where he's settled inside you, making you let out a yelp, a mix of pain and pleasure making you clench around him.

Before you can do anything, he pulls out and pushes in again, your entire body trembling as groans leave your throat. It feels like you can feel every centimeter of his cock against your insides.

“Shit, baby. You’re sucking me in so good. L-look at you shaking. Feels that good?” He questions as he begins to pull his hips back and forth, fucking into you roughly.

“Mhm, mhm,” You mumble out, incoherently. Why were you already about to cum? It had to be because of the weed. Your whole body just feels so sensitive to Jisung.

You can’t even warn him of your incoming orgasm before his arm supporting your hips moves and he presses his fingers to your clit, rubbing just the way he knows you like, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.

“There you go. I feel you about to- fuck- I feel you about to c-cum around me, honey. You can let go. Let me feel you cum on my cock,” his filthy words were enough to push you over the edge and you let out a loud moan, definitely loud enough for anyone on the street to hear if they were there.

Jisung moves his hand from your clit but he never stops thrusting, pushing your limp body further against the railing. His thrusts begin to speed up and you whimper from the pure overstimulation he’s sending you into.

“F-fuck. I need to live in this pussy. I don’t want to pull out,” he continues to grunt, his breaths getting choppier, signaling he was about to cum.

“Then don’t,” your voice is barely above a whisper but Jisung hears you nonetheless, his hips faltering ever so slightly at your words.

“W-what?”

“Don’t pull out, Jisung. Cum in me. Fill me up. Don’t you want that too?” Your own words have you clenching around him, a side of you that you didn’t even know existed starting to creep out.

“Fuck yes. Fuck. I’m gonna fill this perfect, pretty pussy up. Just for you, for my baby. Fuck you’re mine,” and he stills, buried inside you. You’re still pulsing and clenching from your previous orgasm and you can feel him cumming deep inside of you, almost painfully as his tip presses against your cervix.

You let out a breath as Jisung slumps over your back, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while the two of you catch your breath. His head buries into your neck, pressing gentle kisses there before you slowly sit up. Jisung quickly pulls his shirt off and squats, wiping the cum dripping down your thighs with it. Again, what a gentleman.

Your phone vibrates and you answer quickly, seeing it was one of Jisung’s roommates who never usually called you.

“Hello? What’s up?” you hold the phone up to your ear as Changbin’s voice rings on the other end.

“Are you with your boyfriend?” He asks and your eyebrows furrow.

“Who? Hannie? He isn’t my boyfriend,” you chuckle and Jisung’s cleaning stops as he looks up at you with horrified eyes.

“I’m not your boyfriend?!” he exclaims and your eyebrows drop into a look of confusion. “I wouldn’t have just came in you if I didn’t think we were together!” he exclaims and suddenly the other line hangs up and you realize that Changbin just heard everything Jisung said and hopefully it wasn’t on speaker phone…

“What do you mean?! You never asked me out!” you defend and he stands, looking eye to eye with you again.

“Dude, I thought we started dating when we hooked up the first time and I told you that I was obssesed with you and you said, and I quote, ‘yeah. i know. i’m kinda obsessed with you too’ end quote,” he pouts at you and you let out a loud laugh at the adorable boy in front of you.

“Oh my gosh. You’re so cute Jisung,” You wrap your arms around his neck before leaning in and pressing your lips against his.

happy 4/20 luvr<3

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hbojoel · 1 month

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18+ minors DNI! dom!richie jerimovich x sub!reader, established relationship, impact play, face slapping, subspace, crying, pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, pet), richie refers to himself as your old man, titles used are daddy and sir, more foreplay than anything

a late happy birthday to the old man himself who plays the asshole who rots my brain ❤️‍🩹 long live ebon (not proofread so pls let me know if u find any mistakes😭)

Richie's apartment has a balcony.

And thank fuck it does, because he lives in a no-smoking building, and God only knows what would happen if that man didn't have his six cigs a day. A longer life span, certainly. More people with their heads bitten off. He guesses the pros outweigh the cons, no matter how much you try to talk him out of it; he has his vices.

So when you come home and find the apartment seemingly empty, the only light coming from behind the curtain, you know where to find him. He sits on the padded armchair, hunched over in his work clothes, a few buttons of his shirt undone, his hand cupped around the cherry to shelter it from the wind. Something about the crease in his brow or the turn of his lips lets you know it wasn't an easy day. He doesn't look up at the sound of you sliding the door open, or the latch clicking into place. He tenses, minutely, at your hand dropping lightly on his shoulder, your thumb rubbing back and forth to try to ease the tension away.

"Good day?" You ask, letting the sarcasm drip from your voice.

Richie's sardonic laugh turns into a grimace as you circle the chair, kneeling down so you're face to face. "Yeah, shit. I guess you could say that, baby." He raises his arm slowly to tilt your chin upwards with him thumb, soft and slow. "What about you, hm?"

You shake your head and scrunch your face up. "Not important."

You angle your head downwards, catching his thumb in your mouth. Immediately, his posture shifts. His shoulders lift, and, unconsciously, he seems to straighten, puffing his chest out as he rests his half-smoked cigarette on the ashtray. He entertains you for a while, letting you suck and nip and kiss at the skin of his thumb before he withdraws it, smiling cruelly at the whine that found its way past your lips.

He cups your face in both of his hands, encompassing what feels like your whole head, his fingers grazing the curve of your skull. "You wanna help your daddy feel better?"

You don't get a chance to respond because he uses his grip on you to nod your head up and down for you. Like a doll. Like a toy.

Richie smiles. The city skyline reflects back at you in his blue eyes, boring down, searing through your skin and searching your very soul.

You remember through the thick fog of your impeding submission, somehow, to give verbal consent. Your voice is small and weak and sounds far away, even to your own ears, as you say, "Please, daddy."

Richie lets one hand fall down to the back of your neck and you can't even think to hold back your moan of pleasure as he squeezes with just enough pressure, setting stars shooting across your vision just from the feeling, just from the knowledge of what he has proven comes after this.

He inches himself further off the chair, boxing you in with the width of his legs. You shiver, and it's not because of the wind. And he laughs. Because he knows.

"Barely touched you yet, sweetheart," he croons, his thumb gently rubbing the bump of your jaw. "Open."

Like a dog trained, you let your jaw slack and tongue loll out of your mouth, saliva building at the corners of your lips. Richie smooths your hair back in the same moment as he spits into your open mouth.

Your face screws up, tears beginning to cloud your vision, because he hasn't given you any orders yet. You sit there, knees digging into the rug you picked out, trying not to let his spit fall out of your mouth.

Richie watches another few seconds, delighting in the agony on your face as you try not to disappoint him while trying not to make any decisions he hasn't cleared for you. A tear begins its slow descent down your cheek and he takes pity on you, taking your chin in his hand and forcing it closed.

"Swallow," he orders, voice hard and unforgiving.

He looks down at you expectantly, and you once again open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out to show that you behaved.

"Good girl," he says sweetly, and your blood turns into molten lava in your veins. "You doin' okay so far? Your knees hurtin' at all?"

You blink dazedly for a second before you realize he's expecting you to answer. "A little, sir," you breathe, just above a whisper.

Richie considers, for a moment, letting his hand rest on your throat while he does so. "You wanna stay down there for me and get comfortable, or you wanna come up in my lap?"

The options weigh heavy in your mind, but one thing ultimately takes precedence, and that's staying here, where Richie makes you feel small and safe and taken care of.

You nod to yourself. "Down here, please."

Quick as a whip, the palm of Richie's hand makes contact with your cheek and your whole body jolts from the impact. You try to bring your own hand up to ease the sting, but he catches your wrist with ease. "Please what?"

Tears are flowing freely down your face, no doubt ruining whatever mascara still clung to your lashes after a long day. "Please, daddy," you hiccup. "I'm sorry, sir."

"That's okay, sweet thing," he tells you, voice soft as butter as he releases your wrist and cups your cheek in the same hand he slapped you with. "Dumb pets can't be expected to remember rules, can they?"

You shake your head miserably, sniffling even as Richie catches your tears with his thumb.

He shifts slightly and you whine, eyes following his movement intently. He grabs a pillow from the chair next to his, scoots his back, and places it on the floor in front of you. He snaps his fingers and points to the center of it. "Come. Now."

You crawl over obediently, rearranging your legs so they're crossed over one another, giving your knees a break.

"Better?" He asks, picking up his forgotten cigarette with deft fingers.

"Yes, sir," you nod eagerly, staring up at him with glassy eyes. "Thank you."

Richie takes a drag and tilts his head back to blow out the smoke, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement. You lick your lips. "You ready to get yourself off, pretty girl?"

Your head cocks to the side in confusion. Get yourself off? You were supposed to be making him feel better. But he laughs, again, so amused by you and your mind moving as slow as molasses once he gets you here, in the space carved only for the two of you.

"Yeah, you heard me right. I thought it over and decided, watching my baby grind on my boot would really make your old man feel better."

Fuck. Your breath comes out in trembles, but it's lost to you, because you can't hear anything over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. Immediately you're dizzy, swaying in the air like nothing more than a dandelion in a field.

"Sir?" You ask. Your lips try to form words but you can't articulate them, not through the fog in your mind, not when Richie threw you for this big of a loop.

"What?" Richie asks, a smile playing on his lips. "You think you know better than daddy?"

Immediately, your head shakes so fast your vision gets blurred, and Richie has to take your face in his hands again to stop you from moving so erratically. "Good. That's what I thought."

For a moment the furrow in his brow unfurls, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the skin between your brows. "Your safeword?"

"Cleaver," you whisper.

Richie nods in approval. "And if you can't speak?"

You will your limbs to listen to your mind, and see rather than know that your hand has found Richie's calf and squeezed once, twice, three times with all the strength you can muster.

"Good girl, sweetheart. Very good." He leans down and catches your lips in a kiss, not letting your tongue go past his lips, pulling away before it got too deep. You try to follow him, your eyes closed in bliss, but the hand on your neck makes you stop.

"You ready to get to work?" Richie's tone is bored and he leans back and lets his arms fall on the rests, but you know better. It makes it even sweeter when he acts disinterested, like he's only doing it because you need it. It burns and it stings but it hurts so good, and you want more more more.

You wrap your arms around his thigh, lift your hips so your clothed clit sits right over the toe of his boot. "Yes, Richie."

And this time when the hit comes, you laugh, dazed by pleasure.

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x you #richie jerimovich smut #the bear #the bear fx #richie jerimovich x you smut #richie jerimovich x reader smut

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shojislady · 1 year

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1.CHICKEN CONUNDRUM

"wtf is he talking ab- WHAT THE FUCK???!!" screamed y/n as midoriya suddenly landed on the hood of bakugos truck, glowing from his quirk.

"HOP THE FUCK OFF MY CAR AND GET IN!!" shouted bakugo at midoriya.

"my bad my bad" midoriya started. "mr.aizawa was stalking them halls so i jumped off my balcony into tree, then the truck"

"..."

"u so damn ghetto"

"literally"

"nigga shut up and drive"

"say less"

"WAIT LEMME SIT- FUCK"

"yall are so aggy"

.*•

"you niggas have no home training. no decorum. next time i wanna go somewhere at night, im taking shoji and tokoyami." she notified the two boys, who were STILL arguing. While you guys were supposed to be patiently waiting for your food, bakugo had the bright idea to start an argument with an eight year old because they said that "endeavor tops allmight no matter what!". This causes Midoriya to join the argument, rather than stopping it as he was supposed to, because he "wasnt gon let some prepubescent gremlin disrespect allmight like that." The commotion caught the attention of the parent, who ended up yelling at both the boys. Long story short, the boys were kicked out while y/n had to wait for their food, alone.

"not our faults. kid should learn the facts." bakugo said with a shrug, taking a hand off the steering wheel to grab some fries out of the bag.

"whatever, it doesn't matter," y/n began. "we need to figure out how to get back into the dorms without mr.aizawa seeing us."

"just ask bird boy if it's safe to come in yet, and if not make it safe." replied bakugo in a somewhat bitter tone.

"and who says he's gonna help us?"

"you know he's down bad for you y/n, just text him already so i can finally fuckin eat" midoriya muttered the last part.

"fine fine whatever😒"

.*•*.•

"thank u fumikage :)"

"no problem, y/n :>"

"bro, get a ROOM. i just wanna eat man.." midoriya grumbled, bag in hand. "u guys giving eachother the googly eyes is making me SICK"

"oh shut up, you're just mad she's not making them at you, nerd." whispered bakugo, making midoriya ball up his face and walk into the girls room.

(you can get envision the room however you want, but i'll give a visual if wanted)

saying her last good nights to tokoyami, the girl entered her room after katsuki, closing the door behind her. Her dorm room wasn't dirty, she kept it fairly organized, aside from a few things on the floor and cluttered nightstand. She kept a fan, because she liked her room cold. (she'd sometimes get shoto to cool it down for her)

Grabbing her remote from her nightstand and handing it to midoriya, she sits criss-crossed on the floor and takes food out, getting ready to eat.

"im bout to fuck this food up im so hungry🤤‼️ " she exclaimed, rubbing her hands together with a big smile on her face. "wait- did we get napkins yall?"

"oh..."

...

this mf had sauce all over his fingers.

ALL OVER.

"what the hell💀"

"ykw... come with me to the kitchen so i can grab some napkins and YOU can wash yo nasty ass hands.."

"OK! damn im coming!" he huffed, getting up from his spot next to the carpet, cautious as to not get sauce on anything.

"oh yeah, can you bring me my juice, too? it should be in the VERY back of the fridge, i had to hide my shit from dunce face bighead ass because he kept drinking it even AFTER i whooped his ass."

"okay, suki. i got you" she chuckled " but next time, just put it in my fridge, the only people that go in there besides me are you two and Sato." she responded as she walked out, softly shutting the door behind her, as they began their quick trip to the kitchen.

"that chicken good as hell tho." midoriya said as he entered the kitchen behind the girl.

"i can tell."

"aww n/n," he began to pout "don't be so mean :(" he whined, putting his saucy covered fingers on the sides of her face.

"izuku midoriya. i know damn well you didn't just rub that sauce on my face."

"uhh, whoops?"

war has begun.

"GET YO BLACK ASS OVER HERE"

"WAIT WAIT IM SOR- OuCH"

"THIS WHAT YOU GET"

"OK DAMN MY BAD YOUNG MAN! HARD HITTIN ASS"

"bitch- wash ur hands and let's go!" she mugged at him, shortly after draggin his ass.

Turning around & bending to grab bakugos juice out of the fridge, she felt something-or someone- come up behind her.

"izuku get yo ass from behind me unless you ready for round two of this ass whoopin."

"my bad princess, it's just a whole lotta ass in the way.." he said with a slight smirk. "and only beat my ass cuz you snuck me😒"

midoriya wasn't like this all the time, he was only really himself around y/n and bakugo. Mina only ever got a sneak peak, but he doesn't trust her as much as the other two. They're the only two people that he'd completely confide in.

"ok but seriously, that chicken is good as hell y/n. I only got like 4 pieces left."

".. four.. out of 20. izuku .. baby.. it wasn't going anywhere."

"ok but still, you can't-" "deku?"

looking left from where they were going up the stairs, there was uraraka, standing outside of her dorm room in her pjs. she stared straight ahead at midoriya, eyes never lingering.

"oh, hey uraraka!" he greeted with a small smile.

"hi! its like 4am, what are you doing up so late?" she responded

"oh, i'm just hanging out with y/n and kacchan! sorry, were we too loud?"

"no you're fine, just be sure to go to bed soon, okay? we wouldn't want you to be to tired too hang out tomorrow, right?"

y/n sighed and began to walk up the stairs, uraraka didn't even acknowledge the girl. this wasn't anything new. its was as if the she pretended y/n didn't exist. what did she do for the girl to not like her? she's always been cordial with her, never rude. she didn't understand.

"princess, you alright?" midoriya asked, bringing the girl out of her thoughts, and back into the outside world.

"yeah i'm good"

"you sure? i'm here to talk yknow."

"im ok zuku, let's just hurry back before katsu gets mad over this damn juice"

taglist: @ast4rg1rl

a/n: sorry about the super long wait ! i think im going to shorten and split my next chapters, cuz this took like 4 days to write and its not even that much LOL.

#bnha midoriya #izuku smau #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha smau #mha iida #mha x reader #mha deku #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha bakugou #shojislady

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eadanga · 2 months

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What Love Is

Guinevere stood outside her balcony as she looked at the view from the castle. She enjoyed watching all the people doing work talking to each other and enjoyed watching the children play. Suddenly she felt a small hand wrap around her finger she grins as she turns to look as her daughter Mia “Hi there” Mia babbles then raises her hands Guinevere giggles “Ok mommy’s picking you up” She lifts her as she cuddles her “My beautiful little girl”

Mia giggles “Ma!”

“Yes I’m mother can you say mother?”

“Ma!”

Guinevere laughs “You’ll get it eventually”

“Da?”

Guinevere smiles as she hugs her “Dad will be back soon I miss him too”

A maid comes in she bows “Your Majesty your highness” She hands her a letter “A letter from the king”

“Oh thank you” She takes the letter

The maid bows and exits

Guinevere grins “Ok sweetie let’s see what your father said”

My love,

I should arrive by tomorrow the journey was hard and treacherous but we made it through. I can’t wait to see you and our princess of course I can’t wait to spoil the both of you with gifts. I love you both so much.

Arthur

Guinevere grins “You see your father is gonna be back tomorrow”

Mia grins as she claps her hands “Ya!”

“Now come let’s see your Aunt Morgana”

Guinevere picks Mia up and walks out the room

****

Guinevere stands in the garden with Mia she reaches for a flower “You like this one?”

“Ya!”

Guinevere plucks it and hands it to her “There you go something as beautiful as you”

Mia giggles as she dances around “Wheeeeee”

Guinevere laughs “You’re so cute”

The sound of trumpets ring through the air “The king has arrived!”

Guinevere picks up Mia “Come on baby your father is here”

Mia babbles happily as Guinevere races to the front gate she grins as she sees Arthur climb off his horse

He smiles as Mia claps “Da!”

He walks up to her and takes her in his arms “Hi there my princess” He kisses her cheek

Mia wraps his arms around his neck “Dada!”

He hugs her back “I missed you too” Arthur smiles as her puts her down then cups Guinevere’s face with both hands “My Queen”

“My king”

He kisses her deeply then pulls away “I missed you so much”

“I missed you too”

Arthur kneels down and pulls out sewn stuffed rabbit “For you my princess”

“Yay!” Mia hugs it tightly “Wuv!”

Arthur smiles as she dances with it “I’ve got a million dresses for her too but I knew she’ll love the toy more”

Guinevere giggles “She loves all her toys more”

Arthur chuckles then takes Mia’s hand “You wanna play with Mordred”

“Ya!”

“Good let’s go find him” Arthur whispers to Guinevere “I’ll see you later my queen”

“I look forward to it”

****

Guinevere sits in the bedroom brushing her hair a knock comes at the door the Arthur steps in “My love”

“How’s my amazing husband how was it?”

“It was interesting visiting that country I saw many sights and the people were welcoming” He pulls out a bag from behind his back “I have something you’ll love”

Guinevere smiles as she opens the bag revealing a gold bracelet “Arthur this is wonderful”

“It’s not just jewelry it’s jewelry with meaning”

“Oh really?”

“Yes” He rubs his fingers over the jewel “Each jewel is a symbol for love and I couldn’t pick just one for you because I love you that much”

Guinevere wipes a tear from her face “I love you too Arthur”

“I’m so glad I have you as my wife”

“And you my husband please tell me you wont leave for a while”

Arthur smiles “Not unless it’s an emergency nothing will keep me from your side”

He kisses her deeply

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @the-soot-sprite

#choices fanfiction #choices fan fiction #choices fandom #guinevere #king arthur #arthur x mc

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takamipeach · 2 years

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PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Summary: After a bad dream stirs up bad memories, Keigo goes to find comfort in his favorite person.

Inspired by Plastic Off The Sofa by Beyoncé

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I’ve had Renaissance on repeat for the past week and was struck with inspiration when I heard this song.

It was a Thursday evening and you were sitting on the couch watching TV. Nothing like a good baking show to occupy your time. You heard a tap at your balcony door and instantly lit up. You get up and head to the door, ready to greet your visitor.

“Hey Keigo, how was-” your question was cut short by the feeling of your boyfriend slumping over on you. He lets out a sigh as he rests his head on your shoulder. You start to rub his back with slight concern on your face.

“Is everything alright Keigo?”

He nods his head against your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. You could tell something was off but didn’t want to pry unless he was willing to share. You knew just the thing to help. Grabbing his hand, you guide him over to the couch where you sit first and he lies down with his head on your lap. You run your fingers through his hair while you both silently watch TV. When the episode ends, you look down and notice Keigo fell asleep. You carefully get up to go grab him a blanket. Once you returned, you removed his goggles and slid his jacket off before placing the blanket over him and returning to your seat.

Keigo wakes up around two hours later to his head no longer in your lap. He hears noises coming from the kitchen and follows them to you. You’re preparing two bowls of Japanese Curry when you feel Keigo wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek.

“Oh you’re awake,” you say, giving him a sweet smile. He returns you a softer one. “Yeah I’m awake.”

“Well you’re just in time for dinner,” you say while passing him a bowl. You grab your bowl and you both head back to the living room, sitting close to each other on the couch while you eat and continue the baking show. Keigo is the first one to break the silence.

“Thanks for the meal Y/N, and for earlier too,” Keigo says with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Of course! You looked like you could use some comfort. You wanna talk about what was bugging you?”

Keigo sighs and leans back into the couch. He ponders for a moment before starting. “Most days are the same for me: patrolling, checking in at the agency, training with Tokoyami, news interviews. And when each day is over, I go home, eat, sleep, and do it all again. But today was off. I woke up this morning from a dream about my childhood.” You look over at Keigo with a concerned expression. He had mentioned his childhood before but never gave too many details. You were aware of his rough upbringing before he was recruited by the Hero Public Safety Commission.

“I hadn’t really thought about my old life in a while but that dream really threw me off my game.” Keigo leans over and rests his head on your shoulder and you rest your head on top of his. “Y’know I don’t tell you too many details about my childhood and not because I don’t trust you, I just know you’ll be safer if you didn’t know too much.” You nod and grab his hand. “I just couldn’t think straight today and when I didn’t know what to do, my instincts told me to come here.”

You smiled at his words and turned to kiss him on the forehead. You loved that Keigo felt comfortable enough to be himself and pour out his troubles in front of you. “I’ll always be here for you whenever you need me,” you tell him. He grips your hand tighter after hearing that. “Thank you.”

Keigo turns towards you, caresses your cheek, and goes in for a kiss. The kiss was warm and full of his love and appreciation for you (it also kinda tasted like curry). When you pull apart and see his enamored expression, you couldn’t help but giggle. Keigo smirks and raises an eyebrow. “What, am I too much for you to handle,” he asks in a playful tone.

You scoff and playfully push him away. “Yeah right, I’d never be so easily flustered,” you say, matching his playful energy. “Oh really now,” Keigo says as he leans in closer. “Not even if I did something like this!” Keigo pins you to the couch and starts tickling you.

You’ve been thrown into an uncontrollable fit of screams and laughter. “Keigo! Please, I can’t - AH, I can’t take it!” Keigo laughs at you while he watches your face turn red. Once he figures you had enough, he eases up to let you breathe. You’re out of breath as you look up at him. “I hate you sometimes.”

“Aww, no you don’t,” he says as he helps you sit up and you slide into his lap. You get comfortable and snuggle into his hold. “I’m gonna get you back for that.”

Keigo kisses your forehead. “I know you will.”

After your shenanigans cool down, you two spend the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, watching more baking shows, and loving every second of each other’s company. You were the one to fall asleep this time. Keigo looked down at you, completely in love with how peaceful you looked. He was ready to join you in sleep but his phone rang.

“Hawks, important message for you regarding the mission. We need you at Headquarters in 20 minutes.”

Keigo sighs knowing his peaceful moment with you was being cut short. “Duty calls Y/N,” he whispers as he carefully gets up without disturbing you. He grabs the blanket you gave him earlier and tucks you in before placing one more kiss on your forehead. Keigo puts on his goggles and jacket while heading to the balcony door. He turns to you one last time. “Good night my love, and thank you again.” He smiles softly and exits your apartment.

#my hero academia #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader

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peachy-wolfhard · 2 years

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He's an asshole but he's MY asshole (IV)

A/N: still can’t believe how many people love this series, thank u sm :,). u alr know dialogue is from the episodes

Taglist at the bottom, feel free to ask to be tagged in upcoming parts!

Warnings: reader is described as a bitch bc same, swearing like normal, comic book references, body gore? (Grace loses her eye), drinking, talks of sex, mentions of tentacle sex bc im a degenerate, reader gets burned (not severely), knocked unconscious

Word Count: 3.3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

ok but does anyone know what song plays at the end of episode 7? ive been looking for it but still cant find it

Luther doesn't keep to his promise and lets you wander about the hotel. No big deal though you’d rather be on your own than have to listen to Sloane and Luther talk all mushy to each other. Finding an unlocked room you start to see if you can find anything else to wear. Unable to find anything, you spot the housecleaning and start walking over, hoping that they can point you in the exit direction. Upon closer inspection, you realize that it's the weird guy, who you now know is Klaus, and the small pyromaniac child. Turning away as soon as possible you blindly walk until you find the balcony. You sit on the pool table, looking towards the foyer where Jayme and Alphonso’s bodies were still laid out, for all to see. Soon the others start to arrive, Sloane, standing next to you while Allison, Diego, and Viktor are in front of you and Luther in the middle mediating. “We use Sloane and y/n as an olive branch,” Luther explains. “We let them go as a gesture of peace, along with the bodies of Jayme and Alphonso.” “Once we’re back with our family we can-” “We?” you interrupt just wanting to go home. “Fine, I can convince them the old guy had nothing to do with you and get them to stand down,” she continues.

Tuning out the ensuing argument you turn to Sloane. “I hope that you know that I'm not going along with this, I just want to go home and get Jayme and Alphonso home,” you whisper almost to the point of tears. “I know, I know,” she says rubbing your arm. Typically you wouldn't allow yourself to be this vulnerable around people but especially the ‘enemy.’ You want to be home, in your husband’s arms, mourning your siblings, not arranging a peace treaty. Luther and Diego continue arguing, about some prince or king before Sloane steps in and tells Allison to rumor her to prove that she isn't hiding anything. “Do whatever you wanna do, Luther. That’s on you. I’ve got bigger shit to deal with,” Allison hisses before walking away Diego follows.

In the car, Viktor starts to talk to you, “I’m sorry about them,” he whispers leaning towards you so that Sloane and Luther don't hear. Ignoring him you look out the window. It was always so pretty at night, that’s why all your dates with Ben were at night and the fact that before him you were primarily nocturnal. “So you and Ben huh?” he says smiling, you have to admit he does have a kind smile, one that feels warm and inviting. Turning towards him you say “Yes, we’ve been together for some time now,” cracking a small smile but still keeping your stone-cold poker face. “Oh yeah it’s like y/n was always been at the academy,” Sloane smiles. “You should've seen them when they were teenagers oh god he would follow them around like a lost puppy,” Sloane laughs, embarrassing you in the process. “So…I’ve been meaning to ask this.” you start cautiously. “What was I like? Like what was your y/n like?” Luther and Viktor become visibly uncomfortable with your question but answer still. “So um, you were nice and kind but also kind of a-” “Bitch, like as bitchy a person can be,” Viktor interrupts Luther. “Good fighter, too. Kind of brutal but that goes without saying,” Luther laughs, managing to make you smile at that before turning back to the window.

Standing around the car you wait for your family to come get you. You stand with Viktor leaning up against the car. Finally, they're here, leaning off the car as Ben steps out of the car. Running towards him you jump into his arms as he embraces you as tightly as possible. Luther puts Jayme and Alphonso in the back. “Well, this is it. This puts an end to it,” Viktor says tiredly. “No. We want the old man too,” Ben sharply says causing Fei to ask what he’s doing. “You wanted a plan. Here it is,” Ben replies. “It’s a stupid plan!” Fei whisper shouting at Ben. Viktor reminds Ben that he isn't a part of the plan. Sloane steps in and tells him that the family had nothing to do with the attacks but Ben doesn't stop stating that since he has nothing to do with them they won't mind finding him and handing him over. “Bring us the man that killed our siblings, and this will all be over.”

Being home was the best thing ever. As soon as the car stopped in the driveway you were rushing inside, just wanting to be in bed. After changing and getting nestled under the covers, Ben comes in and quickly changes. Crawling into bed he pulls you close, so close that if he pulled you any closer you would merge into one. Peacefully drifting off to sleep like the past two days haven't existed, as if it was just an average day.

Waking up you see your husband still peacefully asleep. Looking toward the clock you see it's 7:25 in the morning. Deciding that it's an appropriate time to get out of bed and start the day, you pry yourself from your lover’s arms and get dressed. Nothing of note happened at breakfast, everyone was silent just wanting to leave and mourn alone. Retreating to the living room, deciding that the best way to work through your emotions was by painting. “People from all over the world are disappearing now,” you hear Fei say. Sighing you stand and start cleaning up your area, picking up the discarded paper towels and your mason jar of paint water that Ben once drank as a dare. “We need to work together with the umbrellas,” Fei tells Ben. “The man who killed our siblings is an outsider. Neither Sparrow nor Umbrella. He needs to be dealt with before we can merge the families,” “And if they refuse? How do we save the world?”

In the basement standing before…God; Ben asks Grace for her right eye stating that if we’re going to beat it, we first need to understand what it is. Taking her eye, he put it into… it? God? Whatever it is. As soon as her eye is in it, energy soon starts pulsating out of it; a shockwave is sent out that pushes you all back a bit. Grabbing Grace you hold on for dear life along with Fei and Ben. Struggling to keep a hold on Grace, you brace yourself holding around her waist with your feet planted, one bent and one outstretched. Suddenly her eye cable flies back, eye eyeball not attached. “God has a million eyes, each one falling into themselves,” Grace says cryptically. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Ben questions. Christopher then tells Ben that what she saw could be a black hole or multiple. Ben shuts him down quickly, remarking that he's surrounded by morons, which earns him a smack on the arm from you.

“What if what Grace is describing is a black hole collapsing in on itself?” Fei asks, willing to what Chris out. The black hole starts pulsing energy again, “God is angry with us,” Grace yet again cryptically says. “We are wasting precious time. This is bigger than just us. We need help,” Fei pleads with Ben. “Harlan first, then we can kill whatever the hell this is.” Walking out of the basement scared your mind starts to race again. What if we cant do it? Even with the hellish in-laws alongside us, can we do it? I mean we’ve faced off with some vicious foes in our life but a black hole? Pulling you from your endless spiral of dread and fear, Ben places his hand on your waist. Looking up he gives you a small smile, already knowing your mind is wandering. “Listen babe, we got this remember The Conductor? Dr. Terminal? We kicked those guys six feet under, we got this. Plus we’re gonna have us five and six other superpowered people. Don't worry,” Ben says managing to lift your spirits slightly.

“Oh my fucking god,” Ben says while tossing and turning. “Can they just shut up? She dares to be annoyed with us when the entire block knows what they’re doing?” Ben continues to complain. “I feel sorry for Fei,” you snort, turning and facing the wall. “Squeakiest bed in the fucking world,” he says while turning to lay with you.

Walking down to the living room you see Luther and Sloane sitting on the couch, right never to next other as if they're joined at the hip… or Luther’s hip and Sloane’s ribs. “For all, I know y/n could jump up from behind that couch and stab me to death,” “I'd never let them lay a finger on you.” Oka,y kind of gross but still kind of cute. “Good morning to you too?” you say chuckling. “I’m honored that you think I’d do that.” Turning towards you Luther starts to speak, “Oh, good morning y/n. Uh how did you sleep?” he asks nicely. God stupid people are so fun to be around. “Well if you must know not good. Sloane, your bed sounds like a bunch of mice being crushed,” you say half-joking and half-serious. “Oh okay I’d rather not hear you say anything about noises, the shit that I’ve heard is awful,” she laughs as she leans over to whisper something to him. “Tentacles w-” “And I'm done with that conversation,” you say walking and turning one of the chairs around the fireplace to face forwards and sitting down.

“Give us a minute,” Ben says making you and Sloane walk out and act as if you left to your rooms. After some time, Grace comes into the room with a Sparrow academy box. Peeking into the room you watch Luther open the box; Sloane walks into the room in disbelief that Ben would let him join you. Joining your family you welcome him to the team with a small smile before being whisked away with Ben. “So, Luther’s with us now. What’s the plan when that goes to shit?” you joke. “It's a secret,” Ben smiles. “A secret? From your spouse?” you say with a faux offense as you continue down the hall to the training room. A few hours later here you and the entirety of your family are, waiting for Allison to bring Harlan. Seeing her pull up, she gets out of the car and opens the trunk. Ben and Fei go to make sure it's him. “You got what you wanted. This is done,” she says as Ben nods to Reginald before seeing Luther in his Sparrow jacket and walking in.

Ben soon calls a family meeting; both families. “So, uh… this is kinda nice, right?” Luther awkwardly starts. “All of us here together. One big happy family.” Oh, I fucking wish that’s what we are. “Look I know there's bad blood between us. Whatever. Bygones, right?” Ben says making you smile, even when he's being an ass he still manages to make you smile. “Question?” Ben asks Diego who shot his missing finger hand up. “Yeah, if I kill you two, do we get our Ben and y/n back?” Diego genuinely asks making your eyes go wide and Fei snickers. Ben throws threats toward Diego before Viktor comes in asking where Harlan went. Viktor rightfully asks what you did to him but Allison says that she did something to him, stating that she killed him. Anticipating a fight you walk towards Ben who read your mind and grabbed you and the cheeseballs and sat down next to Five, pulling you into his lap.

“20 bucks on the little one,” Ben bets with Five, taking his action, munching on the cheesballs as Viktor and Allison argue. Finding out that Harlan didn't just kill your siblings but the Umbrella’s mothers (effectively causing a paradox where they don't exist) you start paying more attention to the fight. “This wasn't about saving the world. This was about hurting me. Payback for--” “Go on,” Allison interrupts while starting to stand. Luther tries to intervene before Allison gestures him away. Allison and Viktor continue arguing, making you worry for Allison. She continues arguing, bringing up many personal experiences of people trying to fix Viktor’s problem and not even acknowledging her’s. Five tells Allison to take it easy as Ben slightly pushes him back in his seat. Viktor tries to speak but is shut up when Allison screams for him to, causing his mouth to close and choke for air. “We should've left you in the basement,” She says causing every one of the Umbrella’s to stand “Whoa! Allison, all right!” Diego yells at her while standing. After catching his breath Viktor backhands Allison earning a face from Fei and a gasp from you. “Sweet. You guys fight just like us,” Ben tells Diego who replies that they don't fight like that. Continuing with the family meeting without Viktor, who had rushed upstairs.

After the meeting, you showed the Umbrella’s (what you now know is) the Kugelblitz. “Oh cool it's German,” you say trying so desperately to lighten the mood. That's what you did during your family’s fights, lighten the mood and be the mediator. You always joked that maybe your true power was settling sibling disputes. Five and Sloane start talking about science stuff; you were always more of a chemist than a physicist. “I'm in,” Five says impressed with Sloane’s data. “We don’t need you,” you say causing Allison to say “Excuse you?” Fei explains that we need Lila, Christopher, Sloane, and--“Viktor,” Allison interrupts. Before the others do their thing with the Kugelblitz, you have some time before. Walking with Ben upstairs to get his jacket, stopping before you get to the door to wait. After some time Ben comes out and tells you that Viktor was in there getting his emo all over your sheets. “Okay, Mr. has every Fall Out Boy album on vinyl,”

“Okay, how do we start?” Viktor asks Sloane. “Have you ever moved a nest of bees?”Sloane asks the group. “No, because that’s weird.” Lila returns. “You can't just pick it up. You have to keep the nest calm while you build a box around it, and then you trap it.” After Sloane explains she starts levitating; Fei warns Viktor that one of the black holes is vibrating at a different rate from the others and that he shouldn't let them speed up or change. Taking her advice, he encompasses the Kugelblitz. Fei tells Lila that whenever she’s ready she needs to do exactly as Viktor does. Sloane uses the Kugelblitz’s gravity to condense it. “You didn't tell me you were building a prison for God,” Grace says, walking down the stairs holding something. “You have no right to do that,” she says menacingly. “We’re a little busy here, Grace,” Luther shouts hoping to make Grace turn back. You turn and start paying more attention to Grace than whatever cool shit your siblings were doing. “The day of vengeance was in my heart…” Grace says as you walk behind Diego. Soon almost everyone is looking at her, dressed in a nun costume. “What do you mean by that?” You ask Grace, just wishing she’d go back to making her bombass cookies. “...and my year of redemption hath come,” she finishes before firing a flamethrower. “Shit!” Diego ducks left, grabbing your arm and pulling you down with him.

Grace continues firing the flamethrower as the others try and eliminate the Kugelblitz. Diego leaves your hiding spot to reason with Grace saying “Don't make us hurt you.” Grace repeats the quote she said before. Getting up before Grace starts firing again you pull Diego back to your spot, managing to burn your arm in the process. Yelling out in pain, Diego wraps your wound in some loose cloth he found. “I’ll be fine, it’ll heal real fast, don’t worry about me,” you protest, out of breath from the pain and close to tears. “Hell no.” he says sharply “I’m not losing you again,” he quietly says. Soon Five teleports Grace out of the basement. Peeking around the corner you see Christopher come apart and start to close around the Kugelblitz. Standing around you watch them as they successfully shrink the Kugelblitz; Chris absorbing it in his cubed body. “Did it work?” Five says, back from what you presume was killing Grace. “Next Kugelwave in three, two…one,” Sloane counts. When the next wave is supposed to happen, Chris instead farts. Causing everyone to sigh in relief.

Upstairs a party commences; full of dancing and lots of alcohol. Ben opens a bottle and starts to drink, handing the bottle over to you which you eagerly accept. It's been a long and rough couple of days. After dancing around you remember your burn. Taking the cloth off you see it has completely healed. “Whoa, so-so you're like Klaus,” Diego comments, flopping next to you, staring and touching your arm. Diego continues talking wanting to learn more about your regenerative abilities, “Damn so, like, hypothetically, if you got staked would you come back?” he asks making you scoot further away in a joking manner. “Um, probably not, cause like, when you get staked that means your dead, like really dead,” you try and explain. “Huh, cool,” he says before getting up and walking away. God, they're so much weirder than us before getting up and continuing to party, Ben eagerly waiting to dance with you.

Sitting around the fireplace, continuing to drink with Chris, Ben and Fei. “I’m glad we made peace. It all worked out, “ Ben says to Fei while pouring more into her glass. “Yeah. but we’re definitely killing them in the morning, right?” “I have dibs on knife boy,” Chris jokes. “No one is killing anyone.” “why not? We followed your plan, merged the families, saved the world--” “Universe actually,” you interject causing Fei to make a choking gesture to you. “We don't need them anymore,” Fei finishes. “I'm not done with them yet,” “Done what?” Fei asks. “That's between me and Dad,” Ben concludes. “You made a deal with Dad?” Fei asks annoyed that he would do something stupid like that. “I may have,” Ben answers much to Fei’s displeasure. “Fine. I’m done--” “Sit back down,” “No, we don't recognize your authority. You’re a terrible leader with no loyalty to anyone but yourself,” Fei responds standing up to Ben yet again. “You don't speak for Chris or y/n,” Fuck don’t throw me in this mess. Chris speaks up and tells Ben that Fei’s right and that he is a shitty leader and brother causing Fei to snicker and you to cover your mouth, hiding the smile. “Really dude? I’m number one. You’ll do as I say when I say it,” Ben says to Fei. “Not anymore,” Fei says leaning in and smirking

“Here's to a new life without this dickhead,” Fei says as she cheers with Chris. Chris starts to spin and glow brighter than normal. “Christopher, what’s wrong?” Fei asks worriedly. “Hey Chris it's gonna be okay,” you say walking closer before being pulled back by Ben. “Back away guys,” Ben warns. “Chris, it’s going to be okay,” Fei repeats trying to calm him as they walk closer to him. “It's going to be okay, I'm going to help you,” “Fei!” Ben yells trying to get her away from Chris. Not a moment later Chris explodes, pulling Fei in and knocking both you and Ben down. Anticipating a Kugelwave you cover Ben’s head and neck with your body. As the wave hits Chris is completely destroyed. The house starts crumbling, a piece of the balcony hitting you knocking you out.

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acesofspadess · 9 months

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Live{4}

pairing; Niall Horan x black!OC/reader (reader has a name, but read in second person)

summary: after a silly little comment on Niall's live, who would've thought it bring you...well here....

a/n: Listen

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You looked at Niall who was just staring at you silently. He got up from his seat and walked out of the room.

You and Niall- well lets say you werent even sure what that was. His attempt at gaining you back seemed to be on and off. He would send you small bouquets of flowers everyday for the week leading up to when you saw him next, but would never talk to you outside of zoom calls.

You knew he would be busy with other artists and the new album, but you still werent sure how to feel.

You were going Jerome who you had grown close with over rehearsals and zoom calls now that you were on Team Niall. You were the closest to Ryley-Tate as you two were the youngest on the team and gravitated towards each other.

You walked in with Jerome next to you and you stopped moving as you saw who was sitting next to Niall. “Look at Maia, she nearly died.” you laughed at Nialls words behind your hand as you started to walk again.

You switched places with Jerome when he was done and you hugged him as he sounded incredible. “Have you gotten over the fact that this lady is here yet?” Niall teased and you rubbed your eye with your middle finger and he laughed. “No I'm not, thank you for reminding me.”

“I'll be singing ‘Skinny love’ by Birdy.” you told them and you watched Reba ‘wow’.

For me, this song holds a deep meaning in my heart. I went through a heartbreak that I wished I could just go back and time and hold onto a little longer. Sorry, i don't wanna cry.” you laughed looking up.

When you finished your first run through it was silent and you hid your face behind your hands. “Oh no.” you whispered but the mic picked it up. “Oh my gosh.” Reba whispered as to not break the atmosphere in the room. “I have never received a song in such a powerful way than I have just now.” you looked at her with wide eyes and she laughed.

“There isn’t anything I can say to that.” she added on. You looked at Niall who was just staring at you silently. He got up from his seat and walked out of the room. You all looked around before he came back in with a box of tissues and you all laughed.

“You can’t do that to me.” you scolded as he came back to his seat. “I-” he paused looking for something to say. “There is nothing I can say to that.” you pouted softly at his words. “Now that is the definition of speechless.”

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“Go maia!” you heard Riley scream from the playoff balcony. You shook your head softly with a smile and looked up to see Niall with a small smile at the interaction.

“Now singing Skinny Love, here's Maia Quinn.”

Eyes now closed you sang with your heart,

Come on, skinny love, just last the year

“M, im telling you im gonna be there when you release your EP i promise”

Pour a little salt, we were never here

“No A, he hasnt responded in months… im not waiting any longer”

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer Tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

“I know you wish he was here.”

“But hes not.”

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Right at the moment, this order's tall

“M, please, i know it's been a year since the live but you can’t sit in your room all day”

And I told you to be patient And I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced And I told you to be kind And in the morning, I'll be with you But it will be a different kind 'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets And you'll be owning all the fines Who will love you?

“Maia, you know you love him. So why are you with me?”

Who will fight?

“I know what he did Atticus, trust im the last person you need to remind; but i'm still going to support his music.”

And who will fall far behind?

“He’s moved on, now its your turn.”

Come on skinny love Oh,oh

As you vocalised you closed your eyes finally let out everything you had been feeling and turned it into vocal power, giving yourself chills

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

As you faded off the last riff you quickly wiped the fallen tear as the lights went dark, before they all turned back on and you heard the audience cheer as Jerome came up to you and gave you a hug.

“I think you both gave amazing performances,” Chance started. “To me Maia kinda edged it out because I could tell you felt that song. If I had to advise my homie Niall, I'd say Maia.” you thanked him as you looked at Niall who still had his head in his hands.

“I loved both performances, but damn Maia, you brought tears to my eyes. I am feeling the sting of letting you go.” you laughed and thanked her as Blake spoke up next. “The difference for me I think is Jerome, for me it felt like you were putting together versus Maia came right out singing this song like she wrote it, so for that I'd lean towards Maia.”

“Alright Niall before you tell us who the winner is let's hear some thoughts.” Carson led on.

When everyone looked at Niall, he had his hand tight rubbing over his mouth, with red glistening eyes. “Niall are you crying?” Kelly gasped looking over Chance. You watched him laugh before taking a shaky deep breath. “These decisions that I have to make every time never get easier. Jerome, I really thought you put everything into it. You did get pitchy in the first verse, which is usually where you're very strong, and I think that knocked your confidence. But you are an incredible singer no doubt about it.” you clapped for him and rubbed his arm comfortingly.

“Maia, that was unbelievable. In rehearsals, you didn't tell us why you chose the song, but you didn't need to. This performance had your soul in it.”

“Alright Niall, who is the winner of this knockout?”

He took a deep breath before looking up, “the winner of this knockout is Maia.”

You looked down softly before turning and hugging Jerome. You walked down the steps and hugged Niall. This hug was different. You had never hugged anybody like this before. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” Niall whispered as you felt tears wet the top of your head. You let go of him and dragged your thumbs across his cheeks to wipe the tears before walking away waving to Kelly who waved at you.

The night the episode came out Niall was sitting in his bed after watching the episode. He had cried all over again after hearing your ‘monologue’ clips. He heard his phone buzz against his chest and looked at the notification. It was from Lewis and he was in a different time zone and should've been asleep.

You really fucked up

And didnt he know it

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small-goth-clifford · 1 year

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After Clouse found out Garmadon and Misako were having Lloyd he grew distant from the two of them. And for a while, they didn’t notice as they were focused on the baby, medicine, hospital visits, and general Oni shenanigans. After all, she could not longer party, go to illegal wrestling matches, and a lot of stuff she liked doing so she was stuck at home for most of the day. Stuck at home with a grumpy and distant Clouse while Garmaodn was off being a war general. Although one day she finally got to throw a party! Granted it was a baby shower but now she takes this as an opportunity to ask Clouse why he's been distant

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Through the laughter and music of the baby shower, Misako couldn’t help but notice Clouse. Sitting on a chair, hunched over as he held a can of soda. He didn’t seem interested in the party at all and only stared at the ground. People passed by him or said hi but he didn’t so much as flinch. She sighed as she placed her cup of sparkling apple-grape juice.

“What’s the matter?” Maya asked, concerned.

“I just wanna say hi to Clouse,” Misako whispered to Maya. She nodded to her as she walked towards the grumpy man and pulled up a chair.

“Hey,” she cooed. Clouse didn’t take his eyes off the ground and nodded in acknowledgment. Now she knew something was definitely wrong. “Can you meet me outside on the balcony?”

“Why?” He sounded defensive.

“I just wanna to talk to you in private,”

“Why not right here? What do you want,” he turned to look at her.

“You’ve been tense lately and you never want to do anything with us anymore,” Misako could already feel tears build up but she knew she was overreacting. Or at least that's what she thought. Clouse looked up to see her wiping her eyes.

“Alright then, let’s go,” they both got up and they walked through the crowd of elemental soldiers as they congratulated Misako while others stared disapprovingly at Clouse. Misako could hear Wu’s heeding warning again.

If you’re to align with us you must not make the foolish mistake my brother made and trust that man

It doesn’t help that Clouse is technically an elemental master but refuses to join the elemental alliance and has suspiciously snake-like tattoos. As they reached the doorway to the balcony Misako spoke again, “We we’re so excited to do this party but then Garmadon noticed you being distant and avoiding any involvement with the baby,” his expression turned to shame. Regret and shame as he fidget with the soda can. “We went shopping for clothes and all you did was stand there. We asked for name suggestions and you were the only person who didn’t say a name. What’s the matter with you?”

“I don’t feel like I have any say in that,” Clouse mumbled. Misako sighed, still tearing up.

“Why do you feel that way?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re having that baby,”

“Well of course but that doesn’t mean I don’t care…does it?” Clouse grew even more awkward as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well you two went ahead and had a baby without telling me,” Misako nodded, “I get that it wasn’t intentional but I’m your husband too, we all live together. While there was that window of time where you guys weren’t sure about what to do. I felt like you two could have talked about it with me. I felt that if I had no say in having the baby or not, then I wouldn’t have any involvement in its life…Am I making sense?”

“Of course,” she nodded profusely. “We just assumed you’d be excited as well. Or at least I did. I remembered you telling me you wanted to have kids but couldn’t,”

“Yeah but I meant it like my own. I didn’t want to carry a baby and now that I'm on testosterone, I can’t. I wanted to be a father that same way Garmadon is a father—That still doesn’t change the fact that you two didn’t say anything,”

“I know, I just don’t want you to think I didn’t think about you at all,”

“Well that doesn’t change the fact that i’m angry,” Misako’s breath hitched.

“Oh,”

“I understand our relationship is weird and I’m still getting used to it but it’s my understanding that big changes like this prompts a discussion, no?”

“Of course. I understand I failed to bring up something that was very important to you,” Clouse stared at her. Confusion and frustration clouding his eyes.

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” Misako let out a shaky breath, “I want to have this child, yes; but I didn’t have any time to prepare or anything. Having a child is a scary thing,”

“I know,” Misako’s throat throbbed as her saliva thickened. She thought that the urge to sob would go away with a sip of soda. But then Clouse trailed his hand from her hand up to her shoulder and chuckled.

“Well, hold on, don’t cry. I’m not leaving you two just now,” Misako buried her face into his shoulder and broke out into an ugly sob, holding him tightly.

“I’m so sorry. I was just really, really excited and I got carried away,”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I thought you were going to leave us and it would be my fault,” Clouse cupped her face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“After everything you two put me through?” He joked. Misako deliriously laughed through her tears. “I get it. You find out you’re having a baby, you get excited and everything just gets hectic,” Misako wipes the snot from her nose, catching a deep breath.

“I’ve been alive for so many decades. I’ve probably been alive for a century or two. It’s been so many years that I’ve lost count. And despite all those years, I’ve never met anyone like you two. I enjoy your company. Garmadon will probably live as long as me so I felt happy that I could love him and have a child with him. A child I won’t outlive. So many times I've seen other Oni fall in love and have children but none of them stand the test of time. I didn’t want that so I never loved,”

“But you’ll outlive me, and so will Garmadon,”

“That doesn’t mean I see you as less of a husband,” he smiled as Misako placed her hand on his cheek, slightly stroking his long, bushy eyebrow. “So you just wanted to talk?” Her voice was quiet and smooth, Clouse felt his heart flutter.

“Yes. Granted I want to have a longer discussion with you and Garmadon but I’m glad we’re getting there,”

“Is it too much to ask that you’d be the uncle if you don’t want to be a dad,”

“That’s what I plan to do,”

“That relieves me,” she rested in between his arms, head tucked under his but staring out into the city. She sighed, staring at all of the city lights, “Y’know,” she started. Clouse hummed in curiosity.

“I didn’t understand. Garmadon was fully aware that he would outlive you and yet he didn’t care. He loved you so deeply, I saw the way his eyes would twinkle when he was talking to you or about you. It was honestly a little weird,” Clouse laughed.

“I didn't understand it either but then he told me that he has so much time and that he may as well try everything once. Even love. I suppose his love for me outweighs the fear he has of losing me to time eventually. It’s a little unsettling knowing I’ll be a fossil one day and maybe Garmadon won’t have a single wrinkle. Even more, the thought of him finding someone else to love once I'm gone but I knew that going into the relationship so I don’t complain,” Clouse rested his head on hers. “My only hope is that the three of us don’t outlive this baby,”

“That makes two of us,”

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In Our Darkest Hours AU info

I might make a better version of this mini-fic on AO3

#In Our Darkest Hours AU #darktimesshipping #aka clouse x garmadon x misako #clouse ninjago #misako montgomery garmadon #oni misako #young garmadon #ninjago fic #ninjago au #fetus lloyd #i'm always open to suggestios!#ninjago

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littlestar222 · 1 year

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Prince Shinso (Shinso x femreader)

About: This is basically a scene from Aladdin when Aladdin comes to the town while playing Prince Ali in the background, but make it Shinso

It was all your fathers idea, to get some men to propose to you, which you didn’t like at first. But you were a dreamer of love, so that idea kinda was interesting to you too. Getting ready for the new proposer, you slowly put on a dress and made your hair, listening to people’s cheers from outside. “(Y/N)! It’s time!”, your father announced.

Slowly getting up you went with your father to the main balcony of the palace.

There were lots and lots of people, all cheering from the miles away. You suddenly felt anxious, slowly sitting down and watching the parade came closer and closer. When it was close enough you saw a man with yellow hair in front of the parade, telling something to the people. Everyone cheered again.

“It’s king Mic!”, someone yelled.

You watched as the king twirled around while throwing money at the people, behind him was a charriage, showing the other king, known as Aizawa, with his younger daughter Eri. They were both sitting on purple cussions, smiling and waving at the crowd. You watched as people adored them, they seemed nice too. Altrought, you didn’t really liked the money flexing.

“They seem good, and they’re rich, what do you think?”, your father asked you.

You looked at him, your eyes going a bit wide, “I wanna see the prince and talk to him”, you said, “This is about him, not them”.

Your father nodded going back to watching the servants bringing out lots and lots of gifts such as golden plates, jewerly and God knows what.

“When is the prince coming?”, you heard one of your servants ask.

And as on cue, a huge elephant came, on top of him was a handsome purple haired man smiling at the crowd. This must be him.

“So, what do you think? He’s quite handsome, isn’t he?”, your father chimmed in, earning a gasp from you.

“Can I talk to him later?”

“Of course sweetheart”

You watched as king Mic and Aizawa entered your palace with Eri, and Shinso going down from an elephant, making his way to follow his family. They’re here.

“Let’s go and meet them!”

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“We are thankful for your acceptence”, king Aizawa kneeled in front of you and your father, who was smiling like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s nice to have you, my daughter never really cared for this stuff until now!”

King Mic laughed, showing Shinso to the front, “Well we thought it would be nice if they meet! Our Shinso couldn’t stop talking about her beauty since he saw her at one of your balls!” “Dad!!”, Shinso wisper-yelled.

You laughed, which made Shinso turn his head and look at you, a small blush forming on his face.

“Well if you would let them, lets leave them alone to talk”, your father got up and showed the kings and the princess the way to the dining room, “You two join us when you’re done”.

And with that you were left alone with a handsome prince, who silently looked at his feet.

“Nice parade”, you commented while smiling at him. He looked up confused, “You liked it? I thought it was a bit....overdramatic”

“I love overdramatic things”

“You do? That’s cool”, he showed his beautiful smile, while bowing down, “I’m Hitoshi Shinso by the way”

“(Y/N) (L/N)”, you followed his action.

“I think you’re really beautiful”, he said while shyly looking away.

You blushed, smiling even brighter.

“And wow your smile....I’m sorry I’m going too fast”

“No no, it’s alright”

You two stayed silent while looking at each other.

“I’m sorry if this seems weird, but I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you and I was wondering if I have a chance?”, Shinso asked while rubbing his neck, expecting a rejection.

“Sure”, you said, “Why not”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, you actually seem nice unlike most of the princes that came here”,

He looked at you with a smile. He bowed once again, “Well I’m thankful that you think so highly of me, and I promise I’ll make sure that you remember me that way forever, and that I will give my everything in order to make you mine”

“Then, shall we go to dinner?”, you offered your hand to him. He gladly accepted it, “We shall”.

#mha shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader #mha fluff #mha imagines #hitoshi shinso

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sheerfreesia007 · 10 months

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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks Epilogue

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks Epilogue

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,097

Warnings: Sappy happiness

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The sunlight was streaming in through the open French doors of the room as a soft ocean breeze fluttered in causing the white gauze curtains to wave in the air. The sound of soft waves crashing onto the sandy shore pulled Jack from his deep satiated slumber. He blinks slowly as his brain starts to wake up and he can hear soft chatter coming from the balcony that’s right outside the French doors. Rolling out to the side of the bed he sits there in his underwear and lets out a large yawn while scratching his stubbled chin. Images of last night flash through his mind and he grins softly, yesterday was his wedding day.

He remembers the pretty picture Bunny had made in her gorgeous floor length white wedding dress, she had been so worried that her boot would impede her but thankfully it hadn’t. And then Esme had been dressed up in the prettiest floral dress that her and Bunny had scoured the local shops for. The day had just been so filled with love and laughter between the three of them and their guests that Jack still felt dizzy and high from the event.

Standing from the bed he begins to walk to the french doors and can hear the soft chatter begin to grow louder. He spies Bunny and Esme sitting at a small circular table on the balcony in the sun with breakfast laid out on the table. Esme is excitedly retelling the events of last night to Bunny who’s grinning at the girl and resting a hand on her extended stomach. Jack grins fondly at the sight before him and feels his heart stutter in his chest as he watches Bunny rub her hand softly along her round stomach before shifting in her seat.

“Do you think we’ll be able to go down to the beach today? I wanna go in the ocean and swim!” Esme asked excitedly and Bunny chuckled softly before nodding her head.

“I think that’d be a great way to spend our day. And maybe tonight we can convince Dad to go out to the hotel restaurant.” Bunny said with a serene smile on her face.

“No convincing needed.” Jack said as he walked up behind Bunny and leaned to press a soft kiss to her temple. Bunny hummed softly while Esme cheered happily. Jack moved to sit in the open seat between Esme and Bunny while letting his left hand trail down Bunny’s shoulder to tangle with her own hand that was resting on her stomach. “How did you sleep last night? Did our little one let you sleep at all?” he asked fondly before sticking his tongue out at Esme who cackled and repeated the action to him.

“Oh which one are you talking about now? I’ve got two little ones now that you’ve sealed the deal.” Bunny teased and Esme beamed at her happily from her seat as she took a piece of bacon from the serving tray.

“I figured the older little one would sleep through the night but the little one you’re growing might’ve kept you up.” Jack responded as he chuckled while serving himself some of the food.

“Oh yeah, the little one growing kept me up a little but Es also got confused last night and didn’t remember we were on our honeymoon. So she was up for a little bit but I got her back down. I slept alright, and will probably take a nap on the beach when we go.” Bunny said truthfully as she smiled at Esme. Jack nods his head and turns to Esme who looks a little sheepish from waking up but Jack grabs her hand to reassure her.

“Trust me I woke up this morning and didn’t know where I was either.” Jack said fondly and Esme looked at him surprised. Jack and Bunny chuckled while Jack nodded his head at Esme’s surprised look.

“It happens kiddo. It’s not a bad thing, it just stinks that you woke up confused, that's all.” Bunny said reassuringly and Esme nodded her head. The three of them all continued to eat while spending time together talking about their favorite part of the wedding and what they wanted to do while on vacation together.

Just then Bunny’s cell phone began to ring and Esme popped up from her spot as Bunny picked up her phone. Jack laughed as he saw Jeremy’s video call photo displayed on the screen just as Bunny answered the call.

“Good Morning Daniel’s family!” cheered Jeremy as Esme came and climbed into Jack’s lap as Bunny scooted her chair next to his so that they could all see Jeremy. Esme burst out into laughter as they saw Jeremy was holding Butter up to the phone so that they could all see him.

“Good Morning!” called out Bunny, Jack and Esme causing Butter to start barking happily as he recognized their voices.

“I hope the three of you have so much fun while you’re away. No need to worry about anything Butter is in good hands. I’ll make sure to make him super fat and happy with a lot of treats and steaks.” Jeremy said causing Esme to burst into giggles as Bunny rolled her eyes at him.

“Don’t you dare Jer. If I come home and Butter is fatter than he is I’m going to make you take him on mile long walks.” Bunny threatened, Jeremy and Butter looked at each other after her threat causing everyone to burst into laughter at their antics. Just then Butter began to wiggle and squirm in Jeremy’s arms before he kicked his feet and the phone went flying as Jeremy cried out before the call ended. Jack laughed loudly as Esme shrieked with delight and Bunny just shook her head before rolling her eyes.

“Alright you two. Why don’t we all get dressed in our swimsuits and we’ll head down to the beach for a bit.” Bunny suggested and Esme sprung from Jack’s lap before racing back into the hotel room. Jack smiled softly over at Bunny as he grabbed her hand gently with his. He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed soft kisses to her knuckles causing her to smile and blush at his antics.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” he asked bemusedly and Bunny chuckled at his words.

“The world will never know.” she teased him before getting up quickly from her chair and waddling into the bedroom with Jack hot on her heels jeering at her as she laughed loudly.

#my writing #kingsman the golden circle #agent whiskey #flilo #agent whiskey x ofc

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satoruyes · 2 years

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i hate you.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 FEAT. dabi x gender neutral!prohero!reader

𓆩❤︎𓆪 SYNOPSIS; if you hate each other so bad and are natural enemies, why are you so drawn to each other? good ole enemies to lovers fic.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 cONTAINS; angst, dabi real identity spoilers, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, lowkey slow burn, part one, heat/quirk play?

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“fine, continue to act as if you hate me,” he says, while shooting you a glance. “I’m not acting,” you spit back. “oh, so then the moaning was acting?” he says back while smirking. “yes, I’m quite the actor actually,” you say. “you must be a really good actor, especially since how passionately you were moaning my name last night,” he patronizes. “as I said, great actor,” you say again rolling your eyes while getting up from the stool where you sat.

“oh and, thanks for the food doll,” he says while standing up to hand you his finished plate. “this is a one-time thing only. don't let me being nice to you get to your head,” you clarify while taking both of your plates to the sink. “oh don’t worry, your kindness doesn’t go to my head, my dick would be more of an accurate statement,” he says while putting back on his boots. “dabi, shut up.” you threaten. He throws his hands up in defeat and grabs his coat to head out. “later.”

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“so what’s going on between you and y/n,” hawks asks while passing dabi a beer. “nothing, why?” dabi asks in return. “well you two seemed to hate each other but now you can stop talking about them,” hawks replies. “I don't know what you’re talking about, I hate that bitches guts,” Dabi replies bluntly. “do you hate their guts or are you in them, ‘cause it seems like both to me,” hawks says while chuckling. dabi punches his shoulder and it causes hawks to choke on his beer. “defensive much,” hawks asks. “fuck you, birdbrain.” dabi says. “well while I’m flattered, I’ll have to pass,” hawks says while chuckling loudly. dabi just rolls his eyes in response and continues to watch TV.

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“what’re you doing here stalker,” you ask while turning to face your balcony. “surprised?” he asks confidently. “hardly. you’re like a cockroach,” you say in rebuttal. “but seriously, what’s up?”

“needed company and tomura isn’t exactly the best to keep it,” the black-haired man responds. “ahh I see, so you need me? correct,” you say while half grinning. “whatever just shut up and let’s go lay down,” dabi says. “now.” “wow okay dad,” you reply while leading him to the master bedroom.

“new sheets, did you not like the stains I left for you,” the tall brute says. “yes, laying in your cum isn’t exactly my ideal way of sleeping,” you reply while slipping out of your house shoes. you both lay down comfortably, while he spoons you. he tended to always be the big spoon. something about ego things and being a man. except for that one time, he layed in your arms and slept like a baby.

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dabi was shaken out of his sleep to see you trying to toss and turn in his arms. “hey, get up,” he says sitting up and shaking you gently. wake up in a cold sweat, and slightly startled. “oh did i wake you up, sorry i was having a nightmare,” you say while rubbing your arm. “i know, i was holding you.” he says as he lays back down and he strokes a warm hand up your back. “wanna talk about it,” he asks while tentatively rubbing a gradually warming hand up your now bare back. “when did you remove my-

“shh, just lean into it okay, let me be the mature one for just ten fucking seconds,” he says while still rubbing your back. “thanks, it feels.. nice.” “so I’ve heard.” “heard from who?” you asked out of curiosity and slight jealousy. “jealous much, but nah’ i heard it from my brother, before.. you know,” dabi says dryly.

dabi once told you the story of touya todoroki and his younger self's experiences and endeavors. it’s what made you grow to feel bad for him, and his brother, shoto. you hum in acknowledgment and continue to take your back rubs with gratitude. very aware that dabis softness was rare. you turned to stare at the man. even if you were natural enemies, and you hated him, you couldn’t help but realize how beautiful he was. the prettiest man you’ve seen. but the most heinous. when you first started seeing the portable flame thrower, you somehow convinced him to drop his kill count. you may have changed him slightly for the better but that didn’t stop him from being a villain and the man that you would get arrested for if saw together. but with dabi one thing led to the next and well..

—

“dabi sl-slow down,” managed to splutter out. “why, when you feel so good, and i know you can take it,” he retorts. you shut up for the time being and drown in the ecstasy of being used by dabi. “just let me have this one, kay?” he asks while slowing down his strokes. he listened. he removes himself from inside of you and you take the initiative to push him over on his back. “feeling dominate tonight are we,” he says while grinning hard. “shut up.” you reply while impaling yourself back onto the villain. “oh shit, the hero has sum spunk, don't ‘cha,” he moans, while his hands find shelter on your waist, and he smacks your ass with a more than warm hand. you moan at the sudden heat. even while at the bottom he still seemed to have a dominant streak about him. you both shortly reach your climax and you hop off of the villains' dick. “that was surely something, little hero.. let’s do this again sometime,” he says while putting his clothes back on and leaving you to think about your actions while filled with remnants of him.

ok i love this trope and thank you to @/koishua for the lovely prompts teehee <33

part two is in the works, lmk your opinion!!

proofread by grammarly

#touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #enemies to lovers #lulawrites #this is gonna be cuteeee #why he calling reader a bitch tho???#peep the #hawks cameo

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lori0018 · 1 year

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find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you.

Tagged by @mightymightygnomepriest 😘

You didn't select any words so I used the same ones as you: shiver, sleep, dark, light and sigh.

All the stories are for KinnPorsche the series.

shiver, Stereotypes are Bulls**t, KimChay, 11.3k, a/b/o

Kim watches fondly as Chay is reunited with his brother, bristles a bit at Porsche accusations and can only feel dread when Tankhun sweeps into the room, loudly demanding an explanation. He does not want to have this conversation, ever, but especially not now, now he just wants to curl up with Chay and ignore the world for a while. He can only watch helplessly as Tankhun hones in on the Kittisawat brothers, shrewd eyes taking in the both of them still embracing in the lobby. A shiver runs down his spine when Tankhun suddenly beams. “Oh my goodness, look at you, you’re all big doe eyes and fluffy hair aren’t you? So adorable.” He coos, fucking coos at Chay. Kim is doomed. “Don’t worry sweetie, Big Brother Tankhun will take care of you.” Tankhun sweeps Chay away, leading him in the direction of the family quarters and Porsche follows, mostly because he has yet to let go of his little brother. Kim leans down to grab Chay’s abandoned bag and trails after them. He sees Kinn do the same from the corner of his eye. Looks like it’s going to be a full family discussion, Kim can only hope that their father doesn’t show up, he’s not sure he could handle it at the moment. “Do you watch series?” He hears Tankhun ask Chay. “Oh, hmmm, sometimes.” His Angel answers politely. Shit, Kim should have warned him.

sleep, Angel Mine, KimChay, 2.2k, rule 63

There's a body in her bed. She shuffles closer, keeping her steps light and her hand on the knife strapped to the small of her back. She's not too worried since nobody unauthorized who could make it past security would be doing so to sleep in her bed. Once she gets closer and can make out the face of the person occupying her bed, she has to do a double take, rubbing her eyes and blinking to make sure what she sees isn't a sleep-deprived hallucination. Chay.

dark, by the morning, my love, KimChay, 3.9k, explicit (part 1 of the "need you to believe" series)

“Don’t drink that.” Says a voice right in his ear. “You should always pay attention to your drinks being made and keep an eye on them at all times.” Chay turns his head to look at the person talking to him, only to come face to face with the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen. Longish dark hair falling artfully around his face, dark eyes that seem to glitter in the strobing light of the club and a few earrings glinting along the shell of the one visible ear. His pink, full lips are stretched into a small smile and Chay has never wanted to kiss someone like he does right now.

light, Keep Calm and Hop On, KimChay, 3.3k, magical realism and crack treated seriously

He’s a little late getting home that day, having stayed at school for a study session, and when he gets in Kim is sitting on the floor of the balcony, looking out and absentmindedly strumming at his guitar, a few sheets of paper strewn around him. The way the slowly setting sun hits him contrasts with the light sheen of the curse’s magic and Chay can See it, the same strange spot on Kim’s back where the magic is different that he noticed that day. Gaze fixed on that spot, Chay walks quietly to Kim and drops to his knees behind him, putting both hands on his back, on either side of the spot. Kim startles and starts to turn but Chay stops him, hands firm. “Don’t move. I wanna check something.” Kim stills obediently. “Hello to you too, Angel.” There’s a laugh in his voice. “Did you have a good day?” “I love you,” Chay responds because those words still, every time, make Kim’s breath hitch and the magic go wild. And there it is, that spot reacts differently, expanding and constricting as Kim fights the magic. Chay wonders if he could Touch it. He’s felt like maybe he could, sometimes, when every sense is heightened by the feelings Kim provokes in him and his hands are on Kim’s skin when the transformation happens. Like he can suddenly Feel the magic under his fingers and not just See it.

sigh, "That's my family", mostly Gen, 1.7k, the Kittisawats adopt a stray Kim

"Ah shit," Porsche swears when he sees a pair of legs sticking out from behind the dumpster. Another drunkard, too far into the bottle to make it home. Porsche himself had been heading home after his shift at Yok's. "Hey buddy, you can't sleep here." He calls out, heading for the body. He nudges at one foot with his own and that's when he hears the ragged breathing coming from the prone form lying on the ground. Leaning down, Porsche notices two things at the same time. One there's blood pooling around the boy. And second, it is a boy, not much older than Porsche's own little brother from the looks of him. "Shit." What the hell happened to this kid? "Fuck." There's no way Porsche can just leave the kid there to bleed out. With a sigh, he bends down to gather the kid up in his arms and take him to the nearest hospital. The kid moans as soon as Porsche starts moving him. "No." The pain-filled voice is thready, almost inaudible. "Easy, kid. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm taking you to a hospital." That seems to agitate the kid even more. "No. No, they'll find me." That raises so many questions. Porsche wonders what he's unwittingly managed to get himself into, what sort of shady dealings this kid could be involved in. Then again, Porsche himself isn't exactly trying to draw attention these days, what with the loan sharks and the illegal fights and his very-much-under-the-table-until-he-turns-twenty job at Yok's. He'd gotten custody of Chay as soon as he turned eighteen but the slightest misstep could mean losing his little brother. Well, let's hope the kid doesn't bite the dust on the way, Porsche thinks as he changes direction and heads home, and that we have enough first aid supplies.

I'm tagging @xxatlasxx & @sweet-william-writes (and anyone who wants to do it) with the words: moving, snuggle, rescue, separate & glare.

#tag game #writer tag game #lori writes #kinnporche the series #kimchay

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trash----panda · 2 months

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Pt 5

It took at least a week for her arm to regenerate up to the elbow, getting restless and bothering the nursing staff they ended up getting assigned another, simpler, mission. Just monitoring a town near the infection zone. Buri, Buri was a forested town with huge redwoods all around, known for the numerous mythics living around. It wasnt a dangerous area other than that fact. Dendro was excited to go there but Joey was refusing to leave his pocket, he didnt even know why at this point. Just looking around town, finding a trinket shop. He chuckled a bit as he looked over each of the little figurines, some of them purposfully had jokes like "centaurs crossing" or "my other girlfriend is a dragon" while others had something written on them, he didnt recognize the language though. Deciding to buy the sculpture of a tree with little homes built around it, hanging pods and decoration in the leaves.

"how much is this" he showed the clerk

"12 Shells"

He grimaced a little, it was more than he wanted for a 3 inch sculpture but it was detailed, so he hesitantly paid for it and left, peeking at his chest pocket "you wanna come out yet?" No response "ok... Guess now" he let a little growl escape, looking for the hotel they'd bought him, starting to notice more of that writing, growing more curious. He eventually got to the hotel, headed up to the room, perking up as he put his bags down. Going out on the balcony to enjoy the view. He almost didnt even notice the little "inside" from his pocket.

"oh... yah sure um" he opened the door for her, barely catching a glimpse of her as she darted inside. Furrowing his brows a little he went back to watching the sunset, her modd starting to bother him, near death didnt even get her like this, what could possibly cause this. He eventually headed back in, spotting the lump under the blanket he sat next to it, gently rubbing it with his finger "do..... you wanna talk about it?"

She pushed on his finger, peeking out, shooting an angry glare at him "why would i even do that? You're having fun" she scoffed a little, glancing off to the side

That just upset him "fine, you can either tell me or i'll go out and keep having fun" he waited to see if she'd react, starring at the door until he felt a gentle pressure against his thigh, seeing the little pixie burrying her face in him. She mumbled something but he couldnt hear it "what"

She peeked up at him ".... I dont wanna be here"

He sighed, putting his hand up against her, feeling her relax a bit "why"

She seemed to have to debate on what to say for a second before responding "i.... i grew up here"

He perked up "oh really? Maybe you can tell me about the writing then" he flinched, feeling a pinch when she squeezed her fist against him

"i dont wanna talk about that ok?"

He really did wanna know but.... she seemed upset "ok... how about this, you can keep our room safe and i'll take care of the job?"

She pinned her ears back, snuggling up to him "no... i'll just ..... I wanna work too"

He hesitated before softly agreeing, waiting for her to pull away first "feeling a little better?"

She nodded, sitting down next to him "just stay away from the forest, it isnt worth it ok?" She huffed. Flinching when he laid back, the flop sending her up in the air for a second "hey!"

He purred "what? Im tired, i did all the walking today" he flicked his tail "maybe you should've done some so you can sleep soundly like meeeee" he watched as she climbed on his face, sitting on his nose "nuh uh! Im keeping watch" he rolled his eyes, settling in to sleep for the night.

When he did wake up she was gone, he figured she'd come back eventually but that wasnt his problem right now. Going out to shop some more. He'd found a farmer's market, going to pick out veggies for later, that's when he noticed, other pixies, they were still staying hidden from larger folk (espeacially him) but there was a lot. Silently he started counting them, the movement out of the corner of his eye starting to get to him, making him anxious. He had to hurry back to the room, not sure if he was hungry or gonna throw up he rushed to the bathroom, dropping the groceries as he did. Running cold water over his head. One pixie was nothing, but this many was definatly setting him off. He hadnt even noticed Joey was back. All she'd seen was a glimpse of him. She wanted to approach but the instictive part of her made her keep her distance, actually backing away a little. Her hearts were racing, like when she'd first seen him. It wasnt like either of them meant this but.... She went to hide under the bed in the hopes he wouldnt find her.

When he did come out he caught her scent, holding back a growl "Joey?" She didnt respond. He started to get anxious, searching the room "hey, Joey ... Where'd you go? O-or dont tell me just" he whimpered "Dont leave me alone?" He sat down on the ground, curling his tail around himself. Why would she hide from him. He didnt know what else to do, hurrying out. Disobeying the one thing she asked of him, and headed into the woods. Deciding to hide stay for the rest of the day, listening to the weird clicking birds in the trees.

#giant/tiny #size difference #oc #my ocs #gianttiny #gt writing #writing a story #a fly and a guy #oc story #oc's #ocs #writing #gt story #Writing a story

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick, laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

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