#Smash Fic

[eway]

So um...I was listening to this

And I thought of a one shot to write. So I did. Here it is. It'll go on fanfiction.net tonight. I literally wrote it as I was thinking it up so sorry if it's bad

My name is Link. Though most here call me Young Link. I am 11 years old, and have gone through enough for grown adults to freak out. I'm not the only kid here though. There's quite a few. I consider them my friends. But they all have their scars…some worse than others. The only kid whose got near as many as me is Lucas. Most adults know this, they call us brave, strong. But they don't quite understand. The only ones who DO understand the trauma were there for it. Well, there are two adults I'd say understand. Samus and Lucina. Samus is in her late 20s, Lucina is 20. Neither had a childhood. Lucina grew up in an apocalypse. And Samus, well, she had her biological family taken from her, and later her adoptive one.

I don't want these kids getting more scars. I feel their pain. It's why I often go to them during their nightmares…

"What's going on? Stop stop stop I can't grasp whats going on!"

"NO! PLEASE CLAUS YOU DON'T NEED TO DIE!"

"HOLD ON NANA DON'T FALL!"

"POPO I'M SLIPPING!"

"NO! SNAP OUT OF IT! ITS DARK MATTER!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA LADY PALUTENA! VIRIDI! PITTOO! SOMEONE ANYONE! MY WINGS THEY WON'T STOP BURNING!"

"I…I don't want to…die like this…let go you…you stupid bug…it's all going dark…help me…"

"NO PLEASE! I NEED TO GET THE POKÉMON CENTER! NO NO!"

"ARYLL! NOOOOOO!"

"PAPA PLEASE CALM DOWN!"

"WILY! WHY ARE…WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!? PLEASE!"

"NO STOP GET THAT GOOP AWAY I NEED TO HELP 8 NO-"

"The darkness! I-I need to fight it!"

I always go to comfort them when the nightmares come. No one should have gone through what we did. As for those women, they hide things better. Lucina generally takes walks after waking up from a nightmare, and goes to train. Pikachu has to tell me when Samus had a nightmare.

Usually to calm everyone down, I get someone they trust from their universe who went on whatever "adventure" caused this. For some this isn't an option. So I stay with them as long as they need. Not to say I don't help the others. I usually calm them down until they can get to someone they know.

Villager is interesting. He seems to crave an adventure, we're like heroes to him. I envy his innocence. Still, just because I'm scarred doesn't mean he should be. As with the others, I try to protect him.

Their are many threats in smash. Most don't have their enemies in smash though, so that's good. But that doesn't mean their aren't problems.

Ness' cousin Ninten apparently told him about Gigyas' original form, Giegue. So when the Melee tournament happened, and Ness met MewTwo…the nightmares were unintentionally projected to everyone nearby…I can say that Gigyas may be more terrifying than Majora…

Lucas fighting MegaMan is never good. He freezes, unable to attack. He always looks so…broken

Lucina had a panic attack seeing Zombie for the first time. She kept it hidden, but I could tell. Shaky hands, a more brutal fighting style, shaky breath.

Samus was a wreck after Ridley joined. She wouldn't leave her room, even when we had to go to another Hotel.

When Kirby heard his fan wrote a story about him, he was happy. When everyone died in the story, he was a mess. The idea of everyone dying and him needing to save them…that much pressure. Pointing out plotholes in the fic helped, but not much. He was practically attached to Meta Knight

And let's not forget the Heroes vs. Villains Splatfest. Each group was stuck with their group until it ended. Whoever decided Dark Pit was a villain…has my hatred. Especially when there was a fight the splatfest, since they now had leverage over a goddess. I shouldn't enjoy stabbing Ganondorf so much haha. Poor Dark Pit was hurt though, pretty badly too. Guess that's what happens when someone with morals is stuck with villains and unable to escape, and severely weakened because in this realm, we have to be weaker for the fights to be somewhat fair.

I'm still a kid. And I frequently have my trauma resurface. But I guess, if there's one thing I've learned, what goes around comes around. Whenever I have a nightmare, I wake up to my friends, all there to comfort me…they all also like to spend time with me. Everything I do for them, they do for me, even Bowser Jr! I guess I just…wasn't prepared for that. Things are way less doom and gloom. We can do…semi normal kid stuff. We can…kinda…have childhoods!

I'd give up my life to protect any of them. Is that normal? Maybe it is when you lose everyone you've ever cared about. I cannot see Saria anymore, The Great Deku Tree died, Navi left. Only Zelda remains. I gotta admit, I maaaay have a thing for her. But that's off topic. My point is, as long as I am around, I will protect my friends. I won't let them suffer as much as me…

#My Fics #Smash Fic #Young Link #eway talks

[supbreak20]

Some things the Smash collab has taught me:

Master Hand doesn't know what the fuck Karaoke is

Ganondorf and Sephiroth are probably gonna kill everyone by singing Barbie girl

Lucina's S-Support was Inigo (I always preferred her with Yarne but eh)

Smash mansion isn't a thing, never liked that fanon idea anyway

K Rool, who we know from the DKC Cartoon CAN sing, paired with Ridley, who cannot

Lucas had depression (understandable)

Sonic likes Vocaloid

In F!Corrin's world, Azura married Arthur and in M!Corrin's world, Azura married Azama

And the most important thing I learned...

DEDEDE AND WARIO HAVE GREAT TASTE IN MUSIC!

Just wait until you see what I'm gonna do with Luigi.

#smash fic

[d0llfaac3]

No guillotine could stop the head I’m gonna give him

#rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron texts #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #obx fic #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #Rafe Cameron is fine as shit #I’m quaking #i’m just a girl #SMASH #i’m sobbing #he’s so fine #rafe cameron x smut #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader

[yoshichao]

Series: Super Smash Bros.

Character Cast So Far: Reader, Link, Daisy, Pichu, Lucario, Kirby, Mario, Sora, Mythra, Joker, Piranha Plant, Mario, Luigi, Byleth

Fic Summary: You arrive home one day to find a character from Super Smash Bros. hanging out in your room. Even though you scare them off, this ends up becoming a regular occurrence…

Main Tags: Gender Neutral Reader-Insert, Comedy, Fluff, No Sexual Content, Smash Bros Characters In The Real World, Potential Romance Later?

[REQUESTS OPEN]

Chapter 9 & 10 are now live! In chapter 9 we get some help cleaning up the mess that Plant left us, and in chapter 10 we meet our new private teacher?! Wow! Read now!

#fanfiction #super smash bros fanfic #super smash bros fanfiction #smash fic #dude it has been 6 months since i updated this one lmao what da heck

[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

#carrying over my posts from twitter choo chooooo #these were stewing on twit for a bit cuz I had other doodles I wanted to doodle #BUT ALAS even doodles take time and energy. maybe in 3-4 months from now #2023 art #fe3h #mercedes von martritz #Lorenz Hellmen Gloucester #in this AU mercedes can go outside and enter rooms and stuff she just cannot see her reflection #lorenz cannot eat certain things but otherwise hes good to go #well that and the blood drinking stuff #i can't write fics but i would like everyone to imagine in their head the comedy hijinks of Ingrid Felix and Ashe trying to hunt a vampire #while Mercie Annie and Sylvain are like woah vampire?? so weeeeird #Annie knocking over and smashing things into every mirror while mercie stands there like #'you could have also just put a sheet on it...?“ #meanwhile Dimitri is fighting his own demons he has no idea what's going on communication is dead just like his dad #Lorenz going on a lore dump about Gloucester's history w vampires #hilda rolls her eyes but when she looks over at Claude he's furiously taking notes the absolute nerd

[artgroves]

Steve Rogers Learns to Fly by @gutterandthestars

#Stucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Peggy Carter #This fic is absolutely smashing #as far as AUs go it's just so fun and so engaging #it's WW1 folks! #This art was never posted together here I can't recall now why I didn't do a masterpost back in 2019 when these were made for the Cap Bang #but here they are! Almost all of the art for this story minus one that was lovingly nicknamed: #There was only one barn #Thank you to GutterAndTheStars for this wonderful AU!

[weezerblue]

steve learning how to give hickeys by practicing on reader...

has her laying on her back on the bed, squirming and whining because he's been at this for almost an hour and by now she's just so sensitive and wet; but steve still isn't done, he's just shushing her and continuing, his rosy lips hovering over her skin as he tries to catch his breath. and she's grinding against his thigh, still whining cause it's not enough.

"almost done, sweetheart i just gotta....." he trails off then places his lips over a different part of her neck. then when he finally gets one in, he smiles and leaves a million more marks on her. when he's done, he sits up with a "all done" and when he sees your legs trembling and hears your whimpers, he frowns in confusion, "what's wrong, honey?"

#steve x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #keyboard smashing at my own work what has this account come to #2 lazy to make this into a full fic lol #somebody else do it pls #joe keery

[delineate-creates]

Inspired by Byzantium by TreacleTeacups!!! I’m a sucker for creatively handled horcruxes so this fic was a riot 🥳

#harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #tomarrymort #nagini #my art #fanart #hp fanart #fic art #please ignore the inconsistencies yall I did some of these months apart 🫣 #this fic was so fun!!! #Nagini is the blueprint baby #these look so awful smashed together on my iPad but I refuse to use my computer

[plistommy]

he….heig…HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

#I need more fics of young lawrusso PLEASE PLEAAAAASEE THERES SO LITTLE OF THEM #YALL DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED TO SEE JOHNNY SMASHING DANIEL OKAY 😔😔😔 #PLEASE #I love them as older too but I need these boys…bc I have such a crush on Johnny 💀 #cobra kai #the karate kid #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #lawrusso #daniel larusso x johnny lawrence

[piebank]

vc insp

#megop #refs used #maccadam #wack colors sorry #fic smashed my heart with a brick

[justwannabecat]

It was a regular Thursday afternoon for John Constantine. Actually, it was irregular in the sense that nothing bad had happened yet. Normally there’s at least one minor magical inconvenience sent by at least one of his demonic creditors.

Of course, that just meant that he was due to be majorly fucked over.

Despite the wards he set up, a glowing green scroll burned to life in front of him. It radiated Death, but in an oddly non-malicious manner that he was unfamiliar with. As much as he wanted to ignore whatever just happened and get a drink, he knew that that would just leave him in the dark, so he grabbed it and began reading.

John Constantine,

Due to the large amount of paperwork that your supernatural dealings have caused, it has been decided that your Soul is no longer a worthwhile bargaining chip. In order to remove the paperwork, your Soul has been returned to you in full and Bound to your body until your death, when you shall be led to your afterlife. Do not worry, for I will uphold any deals from your past, as some of these deals would have disastrous consequences if broken. In one human month, or 30 days, any previous creditors will be notified as to be fairly compensated for their loss.

Respectfully yours,

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms

John was panicking. The only thing that was keeping any of those demons from tearing him apart themselves was the threat of all the other demons who had a claim on him! By returning his Soul, this High King doomed him! Now in a month he’d have a host of angry demons all raring to see him dead!

He glanced at the name on the scroll again. Phantom, huh? He’s made a point to not get involved in the Infinite Realms. After all, that’s where all the Primordials come from. Even the weakest denizen of that plane could beat Superman in a fight.

Even still, he’s kept up with the news. (It’s only smart. The Infinite Realms connect to all time, all space, all reality. If something happens there, something happens everywhere.) He heard that the new High King was a good sort, highly respected. Maybe if he could find him, he could convince him to change his mind. Maybe even make a contract with him instead.

#smash cut to Danny doing something undeniably stupid #just. so many short fics about Danny getting Constantine his Soul back #but if the demons no longer have to worry about each other they’ll just fucking kill him #so. I want a fic like this #where Danny does something nice and it has big consequences #and he’s happily oblivious until people explain what’s wrong #and then he panics #because he forgets that he has the power to change that #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #ghost king danny #john constantine

[twinknote]

#SMASHES BUZZER #FIC: ALIGNMENT

[immoralkombat]

intricate rituals

Training was supposed to be finished three hours ago, and yet here Johnny is, wrapping his hands up in new bandages, getting ready to kick Kenshi's ass again.

It was Johnny's idea, naturally. After all, he and Kenshi never had a Madam Bo, so they need more training to compensate for Lord Liu Kang not giving either of them the advantage that Raiden and Lao got. Kenshi might've had the yakuza, sure, but Johnny only ever got stunt training. If this extra training session isn't for Kenshi, it's for Johnny this time.

He warms up, jumping in place as he stretches his arms across his chest. Kenshi meanwhile is practicing a couple slashes with a bamboo sword. He claims that Lord Liu Kang made him switch out his actual katana for it so that he wouldn't accidentally kill anybody, but Johnny tries his best to turn that into the belief that Kenshi doesn't want to hurt him.

It's been a month since Kenshi broke into his mansion, a month since Johnny found out that he was chosen by a literal god to defend the entirety of Earth against potential invasion, a month since he had Kenshi tied up in one of his kitchen chairs and grilled him about the history of Sento. And in that month, Johnny thinks that he's at least gone from 'mortal enemy' to 'frenemy' on Kenshi's list. They'd been bunked together at the Wu Shi ever since they got there, something that Lord Liu Kang insisted on as team-building. Johnny was lucky that he woke up at all during those first few days.

It's been three weeks since he first saw Kenshi smile at him, three weeks since he finally told a joke that landed, three weeks since he heard Kenshi call him "Cage" for the first time and it didn't sound like he was seconds away from pulling a sword on him. He thinks that maybe it's just because Kenshi has to spend time with him, or maybe it's genuine forgiveness that Johnny doesn't really deserve. Either way, he remembers it like it was yesterday, and if he weren't a better actor, it'd cause him to get flustered beyond words every time he thought of it again.

It's been two weeks since Kenshi first asked him to watch a movie together, two weeks since they started actually talking to one another, two weeks since Johnny caught him looking at him and smiling for the first time. Every time he thinks about it, it makes his cheeks warm. He has to ball his fists and leave little crescent shapes in his palms to get the blush off of his face. He wishes he could blame it on the lingering resentment he feels for Kenshi breaking into his fucking house and threatening his life, but he knows better. He knows way better.

It's been a week since Lord Liu Kang told them that the tournament was going to be in a few weeks, a week since Kenshi accidentally touched his hand while he was passing some salt at dinner and Johnny hasn't stopped thinking about it since, a week since Johnny finally came to terms with the fact that he had a bit of a crush on this guy.

It's been two hours since they last sparred. Two hours too long.

Johnny looks Kenshi up and down, an act he'll try and justify as sizing up his opponent when asked about it. "Hey, Brown Eyes Red Dragon, you gonna finally stop swinging that shit around and let me start kicking your ass, or...?"

The swordsman looks down at him. Kenshi's an inch taller than him. He shouldn't find that as pleasing as he does. "A good fighter will take as much time to prepare as they can. Something you'd know if you weren't snoring through Lord Liu Kang's lessons."

Johnny snorts. "I'm a fuckin' movie star, Keanu. I don't get time to prep. I just naturally kick this much ass."

He watches Kenshi roll his eyes and he smiles. He thinks that there's more affection behind that than it seems. At least, he hopes so.

Kenshi puts his sword back in its sheath and straightens his shoulders. His tattooed fingers flex and stretch at his sides as he rolls his neck. Thank God there aren't any mind-readers nearby, because every single thing running through Johnny's head is X-rated.

"Alright, Cage. Are you ready?"

Johnny nods, using his hands to help crack his neck. "Better question is, are you?"

Kenshi scoffs at him, his nose sneering upwards. He's even hot when he's pulling an ugly face and that's part of how Johnny knows that he has it bad. "Forget I asked."

He starts by throwing a punch while Johnny is preoccupied with staring at his sneer. It connects with his jaw and makes him draw his head back. He really should've told Kenshi that the face was off-limits, but he guesses that that's on him. He should've clarified beforehand. All's fair in complicated one-sided interest and war.

Johnny counters by going to a split and immediately tapping his nuts. He makes sure to restrain himself from going full strength because he knows that he could easily obliterate him, but he doesn't really want to do that. He thinks that maybe Kenshi deserves to have his balls. At least for now. That's completely subject to change in the future, but right now, he likes him. As expected, his tatted hands immediately go to soothe his jewels.

Johnny takes the time to get up and readjust before he goes for another hit, a kick to the leg that brings Kenshi to his knees. He tries to ignore the dirty thoughts that flood his brain when he sees him at that precise height, in that precise situation. He fails. Pretty miserably.

He looks down at Kenshi, a nice change of pace. "Gotta say, I'm a fan of this view," he says, unable to keep his ego in check.

Kenshi looks up at him with fire in his eyes and Jesus Christ, Johnny is the best actor in the world if he's gonna keep pretending that he's not already willing to do unspeakable things to this man for the foreseeable future. He lets out a long sigh, trying to figure out his next move.

Unfortunately, Kenshi seems to have already figured out what he wants to do to get himself in a better spot, which results in Johnny not even spotting the move before he's suddenly making contact with the cobblestone on the ground. He winces as he feels a particularly tall stone dig into the twinge in his back. He doesn't seem to care that he could easily have a concussion now, because Kenshi is looming over him, the sun haloing behind his head. Were he not responsible for the ache that spans the entire back half of Johnny's body, he could probably be mistaken for an angel.

"This view's more my speed," he retorts. Johnny's too occupied with the pain shooting through him to acknowledge how clever (and hot) that was.

Something he doesn't expect happens afterward; a tattooed hand extends forward and offers to help him up.

He thinks about it for a second, how easy it'd be to take it and accept mercy he doesn't deserve. It feels almost like a cinematic parallel. It's like the kindness Johnny refused to offer him when they first met. It's all of the best qualities of Kenshi, hidden beneath the yakuza ink that covers his hands. It's every reason why he fucking deserves Sento, why Johnny's dismissal is just another reason why he fucking sucks and why Cris left him. It's another reminder that he isn't John Carlton anymore.

He takes the hand and pulls him down to land on top of him.

Kenshi takes the brunt of the fall on his hands as he sticks them out to stop him from cracking his face against Johnny's big head. Johnny winces for him at the thought of how fucked up his palms are gonna be. He makes a mental note to play the hero later and help him bandage them up in their dorm after this.

Their chests are pressed against one another for a moment, too short to savor and too long to go unnoticed. It knocks the wind out of them both, and they seem to draw a breath at the exact same time, both ragged and loud.

There's a leg between Johnny's. He thanks Lord Liu Kang that Kenshi's knee didn't land high enough to bust his balls. He's less grateful for everything else about feeling Kenshi's leg between his.

"Congratulations, Cage. You've given me yet another reason I should just kill you in your sleep." Despite the words he's saying, his voice couldn't sound any more friendly and kind. It makes Johnny's heart beat just a little bit faster.

Johnny chuckles. "Oh, please. You're gonna keep me around. After all, there's no way you'd find a prettier sleep aid than me."

Kenshi rolls his eyes again, but doesn't make a rebuttal. Johnny wishes he would. That way it'd be easier. It'd be way fucking easier if Kenshi just kept bantering with him, that way he could ignore the nagging feeling in his chest.

He can't stop himself from looking down at Kenshi's lips. He knows it's a mistake even as he's doing it. He knows it's a mistake when he looks back up and sees Kenshi's eyes widen.

"You're a hell of a fighter, Last Samurai. You're lucky you caught me on a particularly bad day, y'know that right? My back hurts like a son of a bitch."

Kenshi doesn't respond.

"If I didn't have a movie career to think of, I'd keep kicking your ass."

More silence.

"C'mon, you usually got some sort of comeback by now? Cat got your tongue?"

Nothing.

"...Please, say somethin'."

"What was this really about, Cage?"

This time, Johnny doesn't have a reply.

Before he can even try to say something clever, he feels lips against his own. He lets out a surprised noise that gets muffled by Kenshi's mouth closing over his. His eyes are wide open and staring right at Kenshi, whose eyes are closed tightly as he kisses Johnny with full force. It almost feels like another attack, the force that's behind it. He feels their teeth clack together a bit on impact and he hopes that Kenshi didn't just break his nose with his own.

An inked hand moves to rest against his jaw as his eyes finally begin to flutter closed and his lips move to kiss him back. He moves his hands to rest at Kenshi's waist, every single fiber of his being screaming at him to go for the neck and bring him closer, push him down more. He needs to feel more of him pressing onto him, but he settles for a kiss for now. Kenshi's thumb smooths over his cheek. It's surprisingly tender considering that he's trying his damnedest to stick his tongue in Johnny's mouth right now. It's bold enough that Johnny lets him.

They finally start to get the hang of it after a few seconds, it seems. Kenshi finally tilts his head so that Johnny can breathe through his nose. He feels blood beginning to trickle out of it, but Christ alive, he doesn't fucking care because he's kissing him. He can taste blood in his mouth and he lets it mix into their spit, and he doesn't fucking care because Kenshi's hand is moving to grab him by the neck.

Johnny can't help but let out a hum of approval as he feels the grip on the back of his neck tighten and pull him up to rest on his elbows. He decides to let him manhandle him. He thinks that was the point of the sparring match, but he won't tell Kenshi that until they've sufficiently talked things through. He doesn't want to seem too eager, but he also wants to tell Kenshi that his hands would make for such a pretty fuckin' choker. He wants to play it cool, but he also wants to rut his hips up against Kenshi's thigh.

He settles for continuing the kiss until Kenshi pulls away.

Kenshi's dark eyes scan his face, first looking to Johnny's still-closed eyes, then to his kiss-swollen lips, and then to the blood running out of his nostril and into his mouth.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," Kenshi says. It hurts way worse than his nose.

Johnny shakes his head. "No need. Everybody ends up wanting to fuck me sooner or later. Just surprised by how quick the turnaround was for you, Neo. Usually I have to wine and dine my enemies before they start trying to get in my pants."

Kenshi's cheeks are a deep red as he gets up and the pleasant weight that had been resting on Johnny's groin is lifted with him. He turns his face away from Johnny, leaving him to look wistfully at the sharpness of his jawline. "Shut up. This never happened."

"Whatever you say, handsome. You're still not getting Sento back."

This seems to snap Kenshi out of the flustered state he's in, because his cheeks turn to a more normal color and his brow furrows. "You're lucky I left the yakuza, Cage. You'd be long dead by now if I hadn't."

He dusts off his knees, leaving blood from his palms on the cloth that covers him before he walks out. It's just then that Johnny realizes there's gonna be some of Kenshi's blood in his hair and around his neck.

He'll wear it like a scarlet letter for the next few minutes, before he has to go and shower off before dinner.

#johnshi #johnny cage x kenshi #johnny x kenshi #kenshi x johnny #kenshi x johnny cage #mortal kombat 1 spoilers #mortal kombat 1 2023 #mk1 spoilers #mk1 2023 #mk1 #johnny cage #kenshi #kenshi takahashi #second johnshi fic and i'm already making them smash faces like two dolls (or action figures ig) #me writing fic: i'm constructing intricate rituals that allow you to touch the skin of another man!~ #cross posted on ao3 #this was also posted to my ao3 but i'm keeping works limited to registered users only bc. protecting my works and whatnot!

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Nimona AU: The White Witch Gloreth

"Hearken now children, and listen to the fell tale of the White Witch Gloreth, traitor to all of mankind, lover of devils, mother of monsters."

Basically, the crux of this AU if that Gloreth stuck by Nimona's side when things went sideways, and they stuck together. Because she's siding with the "monster" the people call her a witch and try to kill her, only for Nimona to save her. They run away together, and Gloreth is immortalized not as an aspirational fairy tale, but as a warning to young children about being seduced by "evil".

Gloreth and Nimona fall in love as they travel, and start picking up other people like them, rejects from society that need friendship and comradery. It's not an easy road, but they find a place together, and begin building a life.

Nimona and Gloreth eventually fall in love, even having kids together, some adopted some biological, (Nimona's gender changing is... interesting) and it seems like they finally have their happily ever after.

But then their past catches up to them and Gloreth is captured by her old village and family, tried for witchcraft and burned at the sstake, or at least they try to before Nimona and their kids rescue her. Unfortunately, she still dies of her wounds, and Nimona swears revenge.

Fast forward to modern day, and tensions are high between the White City and the Red City, the white city being the descendants of Gloreths old village and the Red City being the descendants of her and Nimona's found family, the rulers being hers and Nimona's own descendants.

Nimona's still around as an advisor for her descendants, at the moment that is Prince Ambrosius Goldenloin (a name Nimona endlessly makes fun of him for) who is trying to negotiate a lasting peace between the two cities.

At the moment the representative of the White City is Sir Ballister Boldheart, the first commoner knight in the White Cities history who does NOT trust the handsome Prince and his weird shape-shifting advisor, but the three of them need to learn to trust each other as forces begin to move in the shadows who want to keep the war going, as it profits them.

The personal journey of this AU is Nimona healing from losing her wife and the two cities moving past generations of fear and hatred as they learn love and friendship from each other.

#incorrect super smash bros #not a quote #AU #Alternate Universe #Nimona #Netflix #Nimona AU #fan fic #fanfic #fanfiction #Ballister Boldheart #Ambrosius Goldenloin #Gloreth #Witch #Magic #Fantasy #idea #thought #ballister x ambrosius #nimona x gloreth

[daydreamgoddess14]

Deserving

Part of the 200 Followers celebration! From the request for @onceuponaoneshot :

Roy Kent x F!Reader - "You deserve better"

Filthy smutty smut y'all. You've been warned! This is also a part 3 to Complaints Procedure & Noisy.

~~~~~

He was gone. 

 

You'd seen the tackle, watched from home as Jamie Tartt knocked him to the floor and damaged his knee for good. He hadn't needed to do anything for the paperwork, Ted had it all under control, and it allowed Roy the distance he needed from Nelson Road. You wondered if you'd even crossed his mind. The boot room hadn't been the end of it. You'd never instigated anything yourself, but he'd sought you out occasionally. You'd let him lose himself in you, always slightly demanding but never degrading, you'd challenge him and go toe to toe on who had the upper hand. He'd wanted to fuck his frustration and anger away and you were a willing participant. It was no strings, no commitments and while you knew it wouldn't last, you didn't expect him to just disappear without a backward glance. 

 

No one seemed to know how he'd fared since he was last seen at Nelson Road and you had no real reason to check in on him. So how you found yourself knocking on his door at 11pm on a random Tuesday night was utterly beyond comprehension. 

"The fuck are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too."

"I mean it, why are you here? Did he send you?"

"Ted? Why would you think that? I thought I'd check in and see how you were?" He grunted. 

"Or you fancied a good fuck?"

"Y'know what, forget I came. I didn't come here to be insulted." You turned to leave,

"No, praise is your thing isn't it? Like to be told you're a good girl." He sneered, leaning against the door frame. 

"Fuck you Roy, you're obviously fine. I'll leave you to it."

"What's up? You're usually into this little fucking game we play?"

"Yeah, when it's mutually good. You're just being a dick for the sake of it. I'm the idiot who thought you might need someone to talk to, I needn't have bothered." You're halfway up his drive when he responds.

"Don't go. At least come and have a drink. You can tell me all the shit everyone's been up to." You cock your head to one side, "I'm sorry for being a dick. I shouldn't have been rude to you." You still hesitate. "You're a sight for sore eyes. It's been too long."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Mine." He admits with a self conscious shrug. 

"You're fucking right it is." Your brushed passed him and into the house, "and I'll have a glass of wine please." You weren't new to small talk with Roy, though it did usually occur after he'd made you come multiple times. You made yourself comfortable on his sofa and watched him in the kitchen, pouring wine from the fridge for both of you. 

"I didn't mean to upset you." He puts the glass down in front of you. 

"You didn't. You know I'm not easily offended, but there's a difference between our usual tête-á-tête and you just being plain fucking mean after 3 months of solitary confinement."

"It's not been solitary."

"I heard you coach 9 year old girls now?"

"Who told you?"

"My niece is one of them, Quinn."

"She's fucking class."

"Hmm. Future England player maybe, according to my twat brother. You're still better than that, though," you drink more, looking for courage in the bottom of the glass, "and I wondered if you might call. More fool me."

"You don't want me to call."

"Says who? You?"

"You deserve better." He sighed. 

"Do I? Is that your conclusion or do I get to make my own?"

"Are you just going to keep questioning my opinion, or actually offer any of your own?" He countered. You smirked over the edge of your wine glass at his frustration.

"Well, you haven't let me have an opinion yet, have you? You've decided that I don't want you to call and that I deserve better, all by yourself. Shall I just submit all future decisions to you from now on?" He shook his head, 

"I've fucking missed your attitude." He stood, taking the empty glass from your hand and putting it on the table, and then gripped your wrist gently to pull you to standing. "I'd carry you, but -"

"You're a fucking idiot," you finished for him, reaching on your toes to kiss him. His arms circled your waist, 

"I'm a fucking idiot," he agreed with a mumble, his lips not leaving yours. You let him lead you to his bedroom. 

"An actual bed? Jesus Roy, you're spoiling me." You laugh, pulling his t-shirt off before taking a step back and slipping your own summer dress off and letting it fall to the floor. Your usual frenetic dalliances have meant that despite knowing your body intimately, he's never actually seen you naked. He drinks in the sight of you in summery coral lingerie in the dim lamplight, his eyes dark as you reach behind to unclip your bra and let it slide down your arms. You drop to your knees in front of him, pulling his shorts down over his hips. He's already half hard. You pull his shorts all the way off, and he steps out of them. On your way back to your goal, you pause just long enough to press a kiss to the inside of his bad knee. You hear the shaky breath leave his body and focus your attention elsewhere which allows him to do the same thing. This is not pity you try to convey with your actions. Your mouth waters in anticipation, all this hurried sex and you've never once had the chance to see him like this, to feel the weight of him in your mouth. You slide your tongue up the underside of his cock and swirl it around the hot tip. He rocks against you, his hands fisted at his side. You take his hands one at a time and put them on your head, looking up his long body to watch his reaction to you pumping his cock with kiss swollen lips. 

"Fuck me, you look so fucking good -" He rasps, his voice strained. You hum in agreement, the vibration running through his body. He tugs your hair lightly, the sensation sending waves of desire to your core and making your thighs rub together in desperation. When he pulls again, it's a request for you to stop, "I need to be inside you," he practically whimpers, pulling you up by the hand. You guide him the couple of steps back to the bed and he sits down heavily, dragging you into his lap as he does. You lift up onto your knees hands on his shoulders for balance as you line him up against you, shifting your underwear to one side. He cups your heavy breast with one hand while the other grabs the swell of your ass as you lower down onto him. With your thighs spread wide over his, the depth is incredible and takes a second to adjust to. His tongue follows his hand across your nipple, taking it into his mouth, rolling it and biting gently. It's enough to have you grinding against his cock and arching your back to have him fill you right to the hilt. Then he echoes the words you've always told him in a desperate whisper, "fuck me." Your forearms on his shoulders give you the perfect leverage to rise and fall on him over and over, the proximity means he's able to lavish attention on your breasts while his hands kneed and grasp your hips, helping you keep your rhythm while his cock splits you open. "God, you're so fucking beautiful," he groans, capturing your mouth in a rough, needy kiss. Considering your previous interactions left you the one feeling needy and yielding, you're currently feeling like the powerful one. He brings his hand up to your mouth, running his thumb across your bottom lip and letting you suck it. He uses it to brush against your clit and you lean back in his arms, partly to give him access and partly so he can watch as you take his cock. 

"See how you fill me up so perfectly?" You breathe, gasping as his circles against your clit bring you closer to release. "Do you even know what you do to me?" You ask, pulling him closer again with a kiss. "This is what I fucking want, this is what I deserve." You tell him. You'd say more, but your words have his hips stuttering as he comes inside you, the feeling pulling you over the edge with him and your words turning to incoherent affirmations and praise. His hands still your hips as you collapse into him, your head falling to the crook of his neck. He kisses your shoulder and up into the spot behind your ear that makes your body unintentionally buck against him. 

"Fucking hell, I'm never avoiding you for 3 months again. You'll be lucky if you get 3 minutes of peace from me ever again." He mutters, biting your earlobe. 

"Promise?" You ask with a low laugh. 

 

FIN

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[idyllcy]

illicit affairs

word count: 2,018

warnings: nsfw, smut, messy sex, mild dubcon. switch!YeXuan

summary: I mean, it's not like he's doing anything wrong if you're the one doing the work, right? Well, even then. You started it.

"I told you, I can't—" Cael leans back as you straddle him, blinking at him owlishly.

"Then don't." You hum, loosening his robe. "Just sit still."

He reaches to pull you off of him, and you tilt your head.

"W-where is this coming from?" He whimpers as you press your hand to his abdomen, sliding down. "Y-you weren't this upfront before."

You lean in instead, lips brushing his ear as he shifts uncomfortably, chuckling breathily. "Yeah?"

He cranes his neck as your lips brush his ears, and the blush on his skin is brutally unforgiving as you giggle. You shift your hips over his crotch as his breath hitches, watching as his breath catches in his throat and he holds back a groan. You do it again, and this time, he manages to hiss out a weak "stop."

"But you were really eager when you were jerking off to me the other day." You mumble, pressing your lips to his, forcing your tongue into his mouth as you lick the roof of his mouth with a satisfied hum. He whimpers as your chest presses to his, and his fingers cling onto the sofa fabric underneath him to try to get him to stop touching you like his mind wants him to.

You pull away from him, strand of saliva connecting your lips to his.

"S-still." He manages, head spinning from your lips as he watches the strand break. God, he wants more. "It's wrong."

"It's not wrong if you aren't doing anything." You hum, pulling your shirt over your head. "You don't know what this feeling is, right? It's a shame you all don't emphasize on this feeling. Besides, with how many worlds I've been in, this should be far from wrong now."

You pull his robe off of him as you roll your hips again, and he moans this time.

"Aww." You coo, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Just sit still and look pretty, alright?"

You spit on your hand as you pump him, blinking at him through your lashes as you stare at him, collecting his precum on your thumb as you slide it up and down, drinking in the way his breath hitches and he whimpers, biting down on his lip to try and stop the sound from coming out. You ignore him as you keep going, forcing your chest to his as he tries to look anywhere but your cleavage, and you click your tongue in disdain.

"Cael, baby." You feign pity. "Do you feel bad for staring when I'm the one inviting you to?"

He turns impossibly more red, and you laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw as his fingers clench uncomfortably.

"We really shouldn't—"

"It's fine." You hum, speeding up with your hand, lips curled into a cheeky smile. "Come on. You can cum. You know you want to."

Cael's hips stutter as he spills into your hand, eyes widening as he moans lewdly— and you kiss him, drinking up his voice as he pulses in your hand, skin flushed pink and body tense.

You let go once he finishes, licking the fluid from your hand, making a show of it as you stick your tongue out, and you watch as Cael's eyes focus in on your fingers, and you watch as he swallows— his adam's apple bobbing as he does, and you moan at the taste. God.

You stare down at Cael's dick, eyes lighting up as you find that he's still hard.

"Oh? I thought you said you shouldn't do this?"

"I-I really." He gasps as you slide down to put him in your mouth, giving him a lick from the base to the tip. "sh-shouldn't"

His voice cuts off as you take him all the way, lips wrapped around his cock as his tip nudges the back of your throat, and your throat tightens around him as he throws his head back, hair messy underneath him as his mouth hangs open.

"A-ah." His eyes waver as your lashes flutter, and he moves his hand to grab the cushion instead of the seat, whimpering. "I-it's so."

You moan around his cock, feeling him swell in your mouth as your nails dig into his thigh, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you try and breathe through your nose. Cael pants as you move slowly, caught off guard when he cums almost immediately down your throat, apologizing as you force yourself to keep him there, the salt from his cum hitting the back of your throat. You swallow, him still in your mouth, and you pull off of him, saliva connected to his cock, opening your mouth to show him that you swallowed everything.

He tries looking away.

"Nuh-uh, Cael. Come on, baby." You force him to look at you as he swallows, skin feverish as you press your lams to his waist, holding him down. He could easily overpower you if he wanted to— yet he doesn't. He doesn't know what force keeps him in place, but it makes him dizzy and weird. He didn't know he was capable of feeling such intense emotion for someone. He wanted to deny that he liked you this much for such a long time, and he swore he wouldn't touch you, yet here he is— his cum in your mouth, your bare skin pressed to his as you kick out of your skirt and panties, and Cael has the urge to throw his decorum out and just fuck you how he's always imagined having you since you're already like this, but god he really shouldn't.

"Cael," You press your cunt to his cock, sliding up and down but not putting it in, and Cael feels his self-restraint slipping. "I know you want to. I started it, so it's fine, right? Come on, you know you want to. Come on, don't you want to see me dripping with your cum? Aren't you tired of seeing me end up with tho—"

The last of Cael's self-control snaps as he flips you over, him over you as you grin at him, shaking your hips to show him how wet you are. He sighs, pulling the hair tie from your wrist to his, pushing his hair back to tie it after pulls you in by the hips and using your slick to lube himself, brows furrowed as your eyes sharpen in excitement, whining for him to put it in already.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" He pants, pressing a thumb to your clit as he slides a finger in, curling it inside you as you gasp excitedly. "You wanted to see me snap and give it to you? After so long?"

You nod your head feverishly as he slides a second finger in with ease, curling them against your sweet spot, making you see stars. You drip around him messily— pussy relishing the touch of something. You tighten around him as he slides in further, adding a third finger as you gasp at the stretch, moaning deliciously as he starts moving the fingers, and you whimper sweetly as you feel your orgasm approaching, babbling about how you were cumming, and Cael hums, watching as you squirt all over him, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm as you cry about how you were starting to get sensitive.

He pulls out a little later, staring at the way his wrist got drenched, and he sticks the fingers into his mouth, pulling you closer by the hips, lining himself up with you.

"You sure?" He whispers.

"Just put it in already!" you wail.

He listens, sliding into you all the way, and your lips part as he stretches you, and your head buzzes dizzily as you finally get what you want. You look up to see him staring at you, and you look down at the bulge in your pelvis; Cael presses on it as your breath hitches, and his eyes glimmer mischievously as he presses again, causing you to jolt.

"Cael." You whimper. "Please start moving."

"Patience, sweetheart." He hums, pulling your hips up as he reaches for a pillow to put under your waist, supporting your back as he finally grabs you by the hips and fucks you.

He drags you slowly on his cock at first, watching you as your expression changes as he moves you, taking note of where you catch yourself before you can whimper and where your lips part just a little more than before.

Then, when he gets it, he moves quicker, watching as you throw your head back and moan wantonly, tears in the corner of your eyes as he moves a hand to thumb at your clit, making your head spin deliriously as he picks up the pace, practically ramming into you as you babble about how good it feels, eyes wide as your nails dig into his forearm, holding on for support as you feel an orgasm approaching, gushing around Cael as he fucks you through it, only slowing down slightly before quickening again when your orgasm finishes, and you cry about how you were still sensitive, but it falls on deaf ears, the male chasing his own high after giving you yours.

The hand of his moves from your clit to your chest, pinching your nipple and rolling the bud between his fingers, staining it with your juices as you whimper, and he leans in to kiss you as you squirm beneath him, his hand still on your waist, holding you in place as you let his tongue explode your mouth, a mess of saliva around the two of you’s mouths as you whimper, feeling another orgasm snaking down your spine and around his cock as the hand on your tit moves down to thumb at your clit again, just enough stimulus to send you over the edge with a moan swallowed by Cael.

You clench around his cock as you feel him swell inside of you, and your walls flutter when you cum again, tears sliding down the corner of your eyes as you try to sit up to stop him, but he holds you down with his body. You fall back into the sofa as you feel him pulse inside of you, fingers threading through his hair to pull on it as he speeds up. Wrapping your legs around his back as to trap him, he spills into your pussy with a lewd groan as you moan from being pumped full. His hold on you weakens as your lips meet his again, lashes fluttering as you feel his thumb circle your clit lazily as he kisses you.

"Mmm..." You moan, arching your back as pulls you up, hands on his chest as he holds your waist. He leans back for air and slips out of you as he reaches to the coffee table to grab a tissue to wipe you down. "You're so hot..." You mumble.

He pries your legs open as you use your fingers to spread your pussy, showing him as his cum trickles out— pearly white sliding down your cunt to land on the couch in a puddle, and Cael feels the blood rush to his head again, making him feel dizzy as he wipes you, hand holding your wrists in place as he cleans you.

"One more." You mumble. "Please?"

"No." He mumbles. "You've had your fill."

"You won't even need to do anything." You bat your lashes at him innocently, pretty pout on your lips. "I'll ride you."

"No." He rejects you, letting go of your wrists as he reaches for another tissue, and you pounce, pushing him back onto the sofa as you hold him down by the hips.

"Your dick says otherwise." You lick your lips, positioning above him and bottoming him out in you almost instantly, a sinful sigh slipping past your lips as he fills you again. He slides in easily with a squelch, and you smile at him. "Please?"

He looks to the side, skin flushed again, and he agrees with a whimper.

He could never say no to you anyway.

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