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slytherinshua · 2 months

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MY FAVOURITE

genre. fluff. hurt/comfort. warnings. jaehyun had a stressful day and cries a bit. pairing. jaehyun x fem!reader. wc. 857. request. requested by 🐧 anon: thoughts about jaehyun returning home to y/n after a stressful day and switching from leader mode to baby mode a/n. jaehyun being a crybaby is just so :( like i love him i adore him as a cry baby myself 🥹 like idk i just cry over everything any slightly stressful situation will have the tears forming its not even funny >:( jaehyun looks so squishable and tiny when he cries like 😭😭😭 he needs to be protected from the world.

“No. I told you we needed another 2 days for choreography lessons. The boys will be stressed if they have to learn it all by tomorrow. There’s still so many details we need to review.” Your boyfriend had barely walked through the door before he got a call from his manager and started talking. He sounded extremely stressed— not something you were usually used to from soft clingy Jaehyun you had around most days.

Whether it was charismatic performances on stage or detailed plans and decision-making offstage, your boyfriend excelled in both areas. But it was tiring. He could switch on and off as quickly and easily as he needed to, which was extremely helpful in keeping his stress at a low. Relaxing and recharging was just as important as working, and he knew that he needed a balance to keep going.

Today had been long and heavy on the work non-stop part of his life that Jaehyun both loved and hated. It was all worth it— always— but some days he really wished he didn’t have to leave so early in the morning and come home so late at night. Some days he wished he could just cuddle with you until he actually wanted to get up and that he was able to get back to you in time for dinner.

It was much past dinner time by now, already nearing midnight. Though your boyfriend’s voice sounded just like usual, professional, bright, and confident, you could tell with one glance at his face that he was so so tired. Eye bags and furrowed eyebrows framed his face, and he ran a stressed hand through his black hair, letting it stay and grip at the strands a bit too long for your liking.

The phone call ended quickly, thankfully. Jaehyun turned to you and you could just see him soften and relax completely. You closed the distance between you two so he didn’t have to, knowing your boyfriend and his love for hugs. He sunk into the hug immediately, holding you so so tightly. You frowned at how he was barely supporting his own body weight, so exhausted that he physically couldn’t do much other than cling to you.

You wanted to move to the couch in case he ended up toppling you both over with any extra weight he put in the hug. But you couldn’t do it without breaking the hug and Jaehyun looked like he would cry if that happened.

Not that he hadn’t started crying a little already. You could feel his body rack silently as he tugged at the back of your sweater, breathing in the scent of your shampoo with each uneven breath. You rubbed his back slowly up and down, soothingly waiting until he had calmed down enough to get ready for bed.

“It’s okay, let it all out, baby. I know it was an exhausting day. But you know I’m proud of you, right?” You murmured, pressing little kisses to his temple as you spoke. He started crying a little harder at your words, but you didn’t mind at all. You were glad you were someone he trusted enough to be completely vulnerable with. He didn’t hold back his tears, sobbing into your shoulder until the tears slowly stopped. You pulled back once you felt that he could hold himself up again with a clearer head.

“Not even the sky can be sunny all the time.” You smiled at his precious face, reaching out to swipe a thumb on his cheek to wipe away the tear stains. His nose was red and a little runny, and his eyes were a bit swollen. He looked so precious and small, and your heart broke just seeing him cry.

After a few more hugs and a couple of kisses for motivation, you got him to shower and get into his pyjamas to cuddle up with you and finally sleep. Jaehyun loved to be the little spoon more than anything, all wrapped up close to you, feeling so comfortable and secure like nothing could ever touch him. You played with his hair and pressed continuous kisses to his face— you loved to spoil your baby with as much affection as he deserved, and he loved to receive it after a long day.

“It’s my favourite thing…” He mumbled quietly, snuggling closer into your chest.

“What is?” You traced a finger around his nose and cheekbone, pressing a kiss to the spot right after.

“This. And you. You’re my favourite.” He replied, smiling a little, about half asleep already.

“Really?” You smiled fondly at him as he nodded. “I’m honoured to be your favourite. You’re my favourite too.”

“Really…?” He was so sleepy, and his words came out whispered, but you found it all the more endearing.

“Yes, really.”

With the last bit of energy Jaehyun had before sleep caught hold of him, he reached for your hand that was playing with his hair and brought it down to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to your fingers. Before you could respond or return the favour, he was already sound asleep in your hold.

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mouschiwrites · 4 months

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HIHIHIHIHIHI!!! Can i request Ninjago hcs where reader has wings?:3

Specifically for- uhh, lloyd:)

But OBVIOUSLY!! NO PRESSURE:D Please take you time and have a great day! :)) (or night, whatever floats you boat:3)

Sure thing!! I got ya some headcanons and a little drabble, hope you enjoy!! ;)

Ninjago - Lloyd With a Winged s/o (Headcanons & a Drabble)

Headcanons:

He's not entirely human himself, so he thinks it's nice that his s/o isn't human either

(at least not all the way)

If your wings can be touched (as in: they're not sensitive or intangible or anything), he loves to smooth them while you guys cuddle

Especially if you have feathers! He will absolutely obsess over how soft they are

He helps you take care of your wings, whether that be preening them, cleaning them, massaging them—anything you need

On that note, he's also always conscious of your wings

He makes sure to protect them when you're in battle (or just whenever they might get damaged)

He'd hate to see you get hurt, especially on such a unique and special part of you

He loves to fly alongside you on his dragon, especially when the sun is setting/rising

He'll tell you how he thinks the sky is so beautiful; almost as beautiful as you ;)

If you're strong enough to carry him when you fly, he'll never fail to be amazed, both at you and the view up in the air

A Drabble!

You were gazing longingly outside, admiring the way that the sun tinged the sky orange and the clouds pink. You let out a dreamy sigh, planting your chin on the heel of your palm while you watched the colors deepen.

You suddenly sensed a presence behind you, and you turned your head to see Lloyd approaching with a smile. You gave a wan smile back, strangely unable to return his warmth in full.

“Nice evening, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you sighed again, turning back to the view.

You couldn’t see the amused smile growing on Lloyd’s lips as he watched you. “Want to go for a fly?”

You perked up suddenly, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to you already. “Would you be up for it?”

“You know I always am.”

You burst into a beaming smile, hopping up on the balcony rail and dangling your legs over. “Ready when you are.”

Lloyd nodded, hurrying away. A few moments later you saw his glowing dragon shooting across the sky, and you slipped off the edge to race after it.

The air was cooler way up high, and you could feel your cheeks and nose turning red in the biting wind, but you were still smiling hugely. If anything, the air was refreshing to you. You breathed it in as you soared higher and faster to catch up with the monstrous speed of Lloyd’s dragon.

At last you came parallel with the creature, and you finally shot Lloyd a smile that matched his earlier pleasantness. Actually, it exceeded that pleasantness by far—there was no place that pleased you like the sky, and with Lloyd by your side, it was beyond paradise.

You turned towards the horizon, squinting at the sun for a second before redirecting your gaze to the vibrant tufts of clouds surrounding you. You dipped through one gracefully, popping back up with moisture sticking to your skin. You hardly noticed the extra chill; your body was warm with glee (and the physical effort of staying in the air).

You turned to smile at Lloyd again, and you saw his lips moving, but the wind in your ears was too loud and the distance between you was too great for you to hear.

You swooped closer, shouting: “What?”

“You’re beautiful!” He shouted back.

If your cheeks were pink before, your entire face was a deep red now. Your smile turned into a sheepish one, and you turned your head, pretending to admire the clouds again.

Lloyd watched you for a while longer. Your grace, your beauty, your incredible wings… he could find no part of you that he didn’t adore. The smile that graced his lips was one of utter affection, and it stayed on his lips even as he turned to watch the horizon with you.

Thank you for your request! And thanks so much for reading, take care sweet duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago headcanons #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader #ninjago fanfiction

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leaentries · 7 months

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Jamie is my absolute baby! (I know he’s a grown man-) I want to protect him with my whole life! how would the reader react to finding out Jamie’s injured again and just taking caring of him. if it were me I would get the poor boy some good vitamins or something

he’s just so princess it hurts😫 he needs someone to look after him

he needs to drink some milk or something i stg

also i just want to cradle him and tell him everythings gonna be okay

definitely not projecting

warnings: sad jamie

wc: 700+

Finding out your boyfriend was hurt, is never a good way to start the week.

The joys of beginning the season seemed to come to a halt. Your heart physically hurt for Jamie, as you sat beside him in your shared living room. He had just come back after missing 90 percent of last season, due to his shoulder.

It was so unfair. Jamie was on the ice for two games before he was put out. You cursed the hockey gods for doing this to him. No matter how positive he acted around you, it’s extremely hard to miss the deep sorrow embedded in his usually bright eyes.

Jamie looked so defeated, his love for his job making this situation just that much harder. Other than you, hockey was the love of his life. You often made jokes with him about this, but all of that seemed so far away now. You tried your hardest to cheer him up, bringing him his favorite foods, watching his favorite movies.

Yet, nothing seemed to shake his disappointment. You could tell today was gonna be harder for him, since it was the first roadie the Ducks would be making without Jamie. The day went by slowly, mainly consisting of Jamie laying pitifully on your chest all day. Although, with the exception of doing some much-needed rehab for his injury.

You made sure to help him when he got sore or felt he couldn’t go much longer. You stood by his side, encouraging him and bringing him anything he needed. Now, Jamie would never expect or ask this of you, but he found himself thanking the world for sending you to him.

The sun eventually set, and the night sky leaked into the atmosphere. You noticed Jamie’s face fall as game time approached. You sat beside him, legs tucked under your body, as you rubbed soothing circles into his arm.

“It’ll be okay, J.” You, of course, knew why he was so stricken over this particular game, but it still hurt to see Jamie so drained.

He shook his head slightly, “It just sucks. Like I can’t even physically be there to support my team!” Jamie tried his best not to pour out all of his thoughts on you, not wanting to be a burden. But alas, you can always tell when Jamie is hiding something. The slight quiver of his lip gave him away every time.

“That’s not all. What’s really bothering you?” You gently turned his face to meet yours. Tears welled in his blue eyes, threatening to fall with each passing moment.

His emotions consumed him, overflowing at your delicate tone.

“I just feel like a disappointment,” His simple sentence was barely over a whisper, “I just signed a new contract, and then now what? I’m useless to this team, Y/n.”

You felt a wave of disbelief wash over you. You knew Jamie was upset over his injury, you just never realized he blamed himself. Your heart broke for the brunette in front of you. You tugged him into your arms, letting him bury his head in your neck as he cried.

You felt your own tears spring up at the sound of his distressed sobs.

Softly caressing his hair, you placed sweet kisses to his head.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” You reassured, “You’re not a disappointment, sweetheart. You got injured, nobody could have predicted that.” You slowly brought his head up, cradling his cheeks in your palms. “And I absolutely do not want you blaming yourself. It’s not your fault. You can’t control this, Jamie. But if there is anyone in the world who can overcome this, it’s you. Besides, you’ll come back stronger and better than ever.”

By the time you finished speaking, his tears had stopped, leaving wet trails for you to gingerly wipe away.

Jamie leaned in to place a small kiss on your lips, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His eyes flickered to your lips once more, bringing your face to meet his.

You served as his rock when he felt like his world was slipping away. And he knew, no matter what happened, hockey or no hockey, he would always have you.

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale blurb #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale fic #anaheim ducks #leawrites💋

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ocean-blue-whump · 21 days

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Rain

They're back.

Follows this

Sunny + Star Masterlist

Tagging - @ashintheairlikesnow @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds @justplainwhump @whumpfessional

CW: BBU, mention of infection, mentions of past character death

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The rain is soaking through Comet’s clothes, and he flinches each time lighting cracks through the dark sky. He wasn’t made to speak, and yet when he glances down at the unconscious girl in his arms, he can’t help but murmur, “It’s okay, Star. Just a little longer.”

They’ve been walking for five days. Five days since they left Hunter Bianchi’s mansion, five days of no food and little water, five days of carrying Star while she drifted in and out of consciousness. Comet was trained to never need breaks, to keep on going with no sleep and no energy, but he stops for her. The infection in her wounds is growing worse by the day, and his attempt at shredding Hunter’s stolen jacket to make bandages was for nothing…the rain can’t be helping.

Comet holds her closer to his chest and keeps on walking. He doesn’t know where he’s going, he just wants to get away, away from Hunter, away from that mansion. So he keeps walking through the thunderstorm.

It’s only getting worse, the wind is so strong it’s hard to move forward. Comet grits his teeth and presses on. He thought they’d be at a safe place by now, but the second he stepped in the world and saw a WRU billboard, he knew he couldn’t trust anyone. Star is beautiful, Comet is strong, and they both have barcodes marking them as pets. They’d be returned to Hunter or sent to a new owner, and Comet can’t have that. He can’t watch some awful man beat Star to a pulp every night.

He needs to get her to safety…but he’s so tired. He makes it a few more steps before he collapses to the ground, shielding Star from the fall and tearing his pant leg in the process. He’s weak. He’s a failure, failed Star time and time again…and Sunny.

Sunny should be here. Comet knows that more than anything. He should be walking along with them, nervously asking how Star is every few seconds. He should be helping them look out for someone kind who could give them food or water or something.

“I’m so sorry, Star,” he murmurs, brushing her soaking wet hair back from her face. “I’m sorry. I tried to keep you safe…but I can’t go any further.” Comet can’t cry. Sometimes he wonders if WRU did something to his tear ducts to make it hard for him. He wants to cry because Sunny is dead and Star is almost dead and he’s not physically strong enough to make it another step. “I’m sorry,” he says again, the numbness washing over his body.

He can’t go any longer. He lies her down on the dead grass next to the sidewalk and wraps himself around her to protect her, feeling her slow, weak pulse and her shallow breathing, how warm her skin is from the fever. “Sunny misses you…” Comet chokes on the last word. “When I wake up, you need to still be breathing. I…I love you. I’m sorry, Star.”

He barely has his eyes closed when headlights flash, and he sits up to see a minivan roll up next to them. Shit. One more thing that had to go wrong. He gets Star’s unconscious body behind him, snarling at the man who steps out of the minivan. “Get back. Stay away from her.”

“Easy. I’m not here to hurt you.” The man crouches down, and that’s when Comet can take him in better - dusty blonde hair and blue eyes, navy blue rain jacket and black sweatpants. “I’m here to help. One of my friends spotted you two heading down the road…I’m with pet lib. I have medicine for her, food, and someplace warm to stay.” When Comet doesn’t stop growling, he smiles softly. “My name is Dane. I’m not a doctor, but she’s not in good shape, buddy. At least let me give you medicine and a place to stay.”

Comet stares up at the man, lighting cracking in the sky and thunder rolling through. They’re soaking wet out here, and every minute that passes, Comet’s faith that Star will wake up gets smaller and smaller. Soon it’ll be nothing…soon she’ll be gone. He’s already taken the biggest risk of all by leaving Hunter’s mansion.

She’s not going to make it.

And Comet’s not her bonded, but he doesn’t think he can lose her too. Not after Sunny. He gathers Star in his arms, whispering in her ear, “Trust me.” He hopes she does…he hopes she’d think he made the right decision. He turns to the stranger…to Dane. “We’ll come with you. But the second something is off…”

“I get it.” Dane’s eyes hold so much understanding. “You’ve been through a lot.” He opens the passenger door of his minivan, gesturing inside. “We’ll head right to the safehouse. Welcome to pet lib.”

Comet climbs inside, holding Star to his chest and breathing heavily. He didn’t realize how much the rain was weighing him down until it was gone…and he doesn’t know where they’re going, but it’s a risk they have to take.

She’s still wearing that thin pink slip and she’s bleeding through the makeshift bandages.

He can’t lose the only thing he has left.

There’s blood on the grass where he laid her body for a moment…he watches it shrink into the distance as the minivan drives them away, and he sends a silent wish to the universe that he’ll never see her blood again.

#blue's words #bbu #box boy universe #pet whump #star #comet #dane

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breannasfluff · 1 year

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Eldritch Echoes - 4

The zora prince, alone, isn’t who Twilight expects to enter the inn.

When Wild doesn’t immediately pop out from behind him, Twilight asks, “Everythin alright?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, don’t worry.” Sidon is too big to look so flustered. “Link is, ah, swimming. Burning off steam, I think. I was hoping to talk to you and your companions before he got back?”

“I think that’d be a help. I know the others got some questions.” With a wave, he heads back into the main room where the group talks quietly.

Time takes over when he catches sight of the prince. “Thank you again for your hospitality.” He sketches a half-bow.

“My friend, we don’t stand on formality here! If we did, Link would never have gotten in.” He grins as he takes a chair. “Now, I’m sure you have some questions and I have a few of my own, if you don’t mind. Link is a very dear friend to me and I want to make sure he’s okay.”

His affection and protectiveness is clear. Twilight smiles as he settles on the edge of a bed to listen. It’s good to hear that the cub has people watching out for him.

It’s gentle, patient Sky, who bluntly asks, “What’s wrong with him?”

“Sky!” Even Time glares at him.

Sidon stiffens in his seat, drawing politeness around him like a shield. “There is nothing wrong with Wild. He’s a bit…different than you might be used to, but he doesn’t deserve your judgement.”

“Don’t you feel it when you’re around him? How can you let him sit on your shoulders?” Sky shudders. “I feel physically ill if I spend too much time around him, even if I wanted to.”

“Metal freezes around him; or feels like it does,” Warriors chimes in.

Hyrule whispers, “I taste blood.”

“After a while, I get a headache and my teeth hurt.”

The rest of the Chain mutters but doesn’t share. Sidon looks at each of them in turn.

“And you?” he asks Twilight.

The rancher shrugs. “Sure, he’s a mite odd, but he feels like ma home. Nature and loneliness, all wrapped inta one. I like the cub.” He waves a hand to the rest of the boys.

“They’re not lyin. He’s got an effect on people. First time we met im, we ran like Ganon himself was snapping at our heels. Felt like right fools, later, but in the moment, we couldn’t do anythin else.”

Wind pipes up. “Do you feel anything from Wild, er, Link?”

“Link doesn’t bother me near as much as it sounds like he does the rest of you. He told me once that some people seem to be more sensitive to his…energy than others. Perhaps you are all unlucky in that way.”

Sidon slumps slightly in the chair, crossing an ankle over his knee and rubbing it. “Link does have a feeling around him. I notice it most when we are swimming. Sometimes we chase each other; sort of an underwater tag. He goes deeper than he should and it doesn’t bother him.”

Rub, rub, rub on his ankle. Is it bothering him?

“As a shark zora there’s plenty of monsters to fear, but my heritage brings a certain innate sense of being at the top, as it were.” His face crinkles at the notion. “Crass, I know, but we cannot outrun our instincts. But when we swim, I know I am nothing in Wild’s attention.” Sidon’s lips tighten. “I am prey, and he will catch me. Sometimes it feels like being hunted.”

Wind stares at him, eyes huge. “Why would you do that, then?”

“Because he is my friend!” Laughing, the tension in Sidon’s frame melts away. “He has so much fun and few will play with him, even if his teeth are rather sharp. And I rarely get a chance to let loose, as well.”

Hyrule catches the absent rub to his ankle. “Are you injured?”

“Hmm?” The zora looks down like the movement was unconscious. “Oh, no, Link wouldn’t leave me injured. See?” He removes his hand and shows his ankle.

Twilight leans forward to see and, it’s true, there’s no wound. There are faint marks, almost like scars. Hyrule brushes his fingers a breath away. “I don’t feel an injury, but it is a little—odd. Almost a residue?”

“That would be Link. He leaves his mark.” Sidon doesn’t seem particularly worried. “If I can repay my dear friend in any way for what he’s done for Hyrule, I will.”

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#eldritch echoes #eldritch wild #feral wild #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu twilight #lu time #lu sky #botw sidon #lu hyrule #breannasfluff #my writing

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lexosaurus · 1 year

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Phic Phight: To Fail at Saving

For @ebonyheartnet

Title: To Fail at Saving WC: 1444 CW: Bombs Summary: When a ghost fundamentally fails at their obsession, they can fracture. Most fade from it, but halfas…they cling.

[ao3]

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There had to be someone to save, Phantom thought, his eyes ablaze. He rubbed his palms against his thighs, feeling the slippery material through the tears in his gloves. His fingers stung as dirt smeared into the micro-cuts on his skin, but he could hardly feel it through the hurricane that was in his mind.

Please, let there be someone to save.

“Phantom?” a voice said, but it sounded confused, not in distress. Therefore none of his concern.

He pushed forward blindly, stumbling over loose rubble. He caught his balance on a boulder of fallen concrete and gasped for breath despite the fact that he hadn’t run. Still, his chest tightened its claw around his lungs and he coughed up the dust, smoke, grime that clung to the air in clouds.

This was his fault.

And now he was paying the ultimate price.

“You should have ended me when you had the chance!” Spectra’s cackling echoed in his mind. He could feel her claws around his throat, hoisting him up higher and higher in the air.

He remembered how much he wanted to scream, to wail her away. But he was weak, and she was not, and he couldn’t do anything else except watch her plan come to fruition.

As he watched the explosions. The fire. The chunks of rubble toss into the air. They were silent. Why were they silent?

And then the booming sounded. It blistered his eardrums, lighting up the sky with fireworks and crackling and the worst sound imaginable.

And then the building tipped over. Falling to the ground. Crumbling under supports that no longer existed.

He was too weak.

“This is your fault, child. You failed them. And now I will feast.”

His fault.

“You couldn’t protect them.”

His fault.

“Delicious!”

His fault.

There had to be someone to save

But he could hardly expand his senses over to the overwhelming despair that fogged the air. Even if there were someone trapped, he would never know. He couldn’t hear them, smell them, see them, feel them.

He had lost.

But he couldn’t give up.

He pushed himself off the used-to-be wall and walked forward. Obsessively, maybe what once had been. But his Obsession was Ruined and he would never be able to rest again. He knew this, not because anyone had ever told him so, but because he could feel it.

He was an Abomination, the other ghosts called him.

He went against the ecto-laws of physics.

He shouldn’t have existed.

When a ghost fundamentally fails at their Obsession, they fracture. But Phantom hadn’t. Because Phantom was a halfa, because he was a mistake, because he was a freak of nature.

What happens when someone who toes the line between dead and living fails at their Obsession?

No halfa ever had. So no one knew. But Phantom knew that he was still here, still dragging his feet along the cracked pavement, broken but still moving like a zombie thirsting for blood.

There had to be someone to save…

He fell onto the ground. The sound of crying was too much, the feeling of death was too much. He had never lost anyone like this before, he had never failed before, and this was too much, too much, too much.

“You should have ended me when you had the chance.”

He should have ended her before when her greatest evil was haunting Casper High. Before she set her sights greater, grander, deadlier. Before she decided to go to these extremes for the sake of her disgusting vanity.

The explosions deafened the world, vibrating every molecule down to his core.

He was going to kill her.

“Phantom!”

He opened his eyes and whipped around. Spectra was gone, and Bertrand too, nothing more than splatters of green on the pavement. She can’t hurt anyone again, but it’s too late. I failed. I didn’t protect them.

“Phantom, come here!” The voice said again, this time more urgently.

Phantom finally locked eyes with the man—a police officer—who was standing by a pile of rubble with a crowd of onlookers.

“Someone’s trapped under there!” the officer shouted.

They…need me?

Trapped…

“Alive?” Phantom croaked, his vocal cords surely bleeding after what he had put them through.

“Yes, someone’s alive! We need you to phase her out!”

His knees nearly buckled right then and there. There had to be someone—there was someone to save.

The force of his core lifted him from the ground, it zipped him forward, it stitched his suit back together and cloaked his shimmering aura back around him. He was weak, so very weak, but there was someone to save and he couldn’t save them looking like a broken excuse for a ghost.

“Where?” he asked.

“Down there.” The officer pointed to a pile of rubble. “Be careful. The rocks are unstable, and we don’t know who else is trapped down there with her.”

Even if he couldn’t see them, he knew his eyes were glowing alight. He lit a low-powered ball of ectoplasm in his fist for light, turned his body intangible, and dove down into the concrete jenga. He passed through a slab leaning on another before coming into a clearing. Broken desktops, tables, and scrambled manila folders greeted his eyes.

“Phantom!” a new voice gasped.

Phantom tried to not turn around too quickly. He forced himself to stay in the air, to take stock of the scene, to see the one conscious woman in a pencil skirt smeared with blood and one unconscious woman slumped against the shattered wall.

“You’re here,” she whispered, her eyes growing shinier against the ecto-light. “You’re here. Oh my god, you’re here. We’re gonna be okay.”

She hunched over the other woman, her tears spilling onto her cheeks.

“It’s going to be okay,” Phantom said.

It was going to be okay. There was someone to save.

“Please, take Marissa first,” the woman said. “She needs an ambulance. Please.”

“I got her.” Phantom flew down, hovering over the duo.

The woman pushed back to reveal her friend whose once-white blouse had tie-dyed red.

“She got hit with something. I don’t know what.”

Phantom let the green fizzle away in his fist. The room dimmed but didn’t darken as the white of his aura took over. He fitted his glove over the unconscious woman’s abdomen and lowered his temperature until ecto-ice bubbled at his fingertips. He pressed his glove down, letting the ice latch onto its new host.

The conscious woman didn’t say anything, but Phantom felt the need to explain anyway, “That will stop her bleeding while I move her. Don’t worry, it will be okay. I’ll save you both.”

He wrapped a gentle arm around the older woman, Marissa, and spread his aura over her, switching it to intangibility the moment she was fully covered in white. Slowly, to not jostle her, he flew up the way he had come, passing through slabs of concrete and broken wires until the dust-covered sunlight and cheers from the crowd greeted him once again.

He made quick work of setting her down in front of the officer. “There’s someone else. I’ll be right back.”

He couldn’t have returned underground soon enough.

There are people to save.

“You ready?” Phantom asked.

“Yes.” The younger woman wiped the tears from her eyes and reached out to him, not even pausing to shiver as they finally made contact.

“Let’s get you to safety,” Phantom said.

His aura bathed her body just as it had the older woman before her, and he pulled her up through the concrete the same as well. The crowd cheered, and he tried to not preen like a peacock as he set her down on the uneven ground.

“Thank you,” the woman said. “You saved me.”

His core buzzed with newfound life, and he felt some of the nicks on his hands and skin begin to heal.

“You’re welcome,” he responded, his voice far less grated than before.

The officer put a hand on his shoulder. “Alright, Phantom?”

Perhaps he should have been embarrassed at his previous display of weakness, at the way he had stumbled around this building like a lost lamb searching for its mother. But there was someone to save and he would do it, he would save them all.

He Had To.

“Let’s find the others,” he said, staring determined into the officer’s eyes. “We’ll get everyone.”

The officer handed him a radio. “You search underground. We’ll radio you from above if we find anyone. Be careful.”

“You too.”

The officer nodded once, then turned back to his team. “Alright, you heard him! Let’s find the survivors!”

He had people to save.

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Fatherly Meeting

This is a sequel to My Boy: link Both were commissioned by the wonderful @voonespelle I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Finally settled and embracing his new family, Yancy goes out on his nightly patrol and finds a different member of his family he never thought he'd ever meet; his father.

Fatherly Meeting

Yancy softly hummed to himself as he worked his route, looking up at the sky and enjoying the view of the colorful sky. He always loved what the sky became when the sun went down; the hues of oranges, pinks, and yellows made him feel more relaxed. Almost as if everything was right in the world. One of these evenings, he’ll find a way to get Illinois out of his job to enjoy the sunset with him. Illinois was always setting up dates. It would be nice if he did it for a change. Maybe Illinois would be proud of him as well.

That thought made Yancy hum an even happier tune as he returned to work. After the first time he was on the lookout and had to be saved by Dark, Yancy’s been more determined in that work. He even insisted on his evening job, or ‘chore’ as they technically were, to be a patrol around the Manor. Google and Bing may have their camera system, but it wasn’t the same as physically being out and about. You could hear the surroundings, feel the tension in the air or feel the grass, or see the blindspots that Yancy knew all too well since he would often make out with Illinois in said spots to have a lot less risk of being interrupted by an overly protective mother.

The first blindspot was empty. Nothing different about it. The next blindspot was the same. The third one had Yancy flinching when a chipper squirrel bounced out of the tree and almost landed on his foot. Yancy caught himself before accidentally sending the poor little guy flying out of instinct. He was heading for the final blindspot when he froze.

Someone was there.

Someone was in the blindspot.

Yancy stared at the man standing behind a tree, back far enough to see the Manor but close enough that the cameras couldn’t see him. He found himself frozen at first as he got a proper look at the man, noticing how his face was nearly identical to his own. His hair was slicked back but puffed up in a way that read it would take too long to be done by a professional. But the thing that stood out to Yancy the most was his clothing.

A red suit.

Dark always refused to talk about Yancy’s father to him, not even referring to him by name. So what little Yancy does know comes from asking the others. Even then, most of them, regardless of which ‘family’ they were a part of, never used his name but did say he wore a red suit. Wilford was the one that told Yancy his name after getting a few too many martinis in one night.

His father was named Actor, and he stood right in front of him and had yet to notice that he was there.

He knew he should run off. He should go back to the Manor and call Dark as he ran. Have him take care of this. Despite Yancy not being told much about his father, everyone agreed he was dangerous. Very dangerous.

But this dangerous man was his father, and this would likely be the only time Yancy could speak to him freely. Or be able to speak to him at all. There was no way Dark would ever let him talk to Actor, let alone even be in the same five-mile radius of him. Actor had no reason to hurt him, right? He would be fine.

“Hello?” Yancy walked over to put himself into the blindspot but still kept some distance between himself and Actor.

“Hello?” Actor said back, turning and looking at Yancy. His eyes went from Yancy’s feet up his body and stopped at the top of his head. “You’re an Iplier.” He commented casually, but his tone showed suspicion about why Yancy was there. “And I can see you have better taste than some of the others when it comes to the looks department.”

“I look like yous,” Yancy stated

“Like I said, great taste.” Actor grinned and chuckled.

“Why are yous here?” Yancy bluntly asked.

“Well, why are you here? Walking around the grounds alone towards the end of the day. It’ll be dark soon, and no one wants to be in the dark alone.” Actor wagged his finger a little. That managed to itch at the annoyed spot in Yancy’s brain.

“I live here. I can walk ‘the ground’ as much as I damn well want. Plus, my job is to patrol out here before dark to make sure strangers ain’t trying to cause a mess.” Yancy crossed his arms, raising a brow to show he was very much talking about Actor.

“Me? Cause a mess? And I am far from a stranger.” Actor scoffed, and Yancy had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying he knew, but he wanted to save that. Maybe Dark did have a reason to keep Actor away from him. He was starting to fit the ‘asshole’ name more and more with how he spoke to others. But maybe it was a front to keep himself separated and safe. Yancy tended to act rougher around strangers so they wouldn’t try anything…was this Actor’s take on doing the same thing?

“Why are yous here?” Yancy tried again, letting his arms drop. Actor paused briefly, looking Yancy up and down once more before shrugging.

“I felt a pull to the Manor.”

“A pull?”

“Something like it. It feels as if I’m being called out to by someone or thing in there. It’s been nagging at me for a good while, and it got to the point that I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Figured I’d stop by, check out what’s going on, and maybe that feeling would stop, and I can continue on my merry way.”

“Do yous have any-” Yancy’s question got stopped short by his radio going off.

“Progress report, over.” Google’s voice came through. Actor’s eyes went to the walkie-talkie, and Yancy ignored Google’s request.

“Do yous have any thoughts on what is calling for ya?”

“Are you going to answer that?” Actor pointed at Yancy’s hip, where the walkie-talkie was hanging off his belt loop.

“They can wait.” Yancy waved a hand. “Do yous know what you’re lookin’ for?”

“If I did, I wouldn't be questioning why I’m here.” Actor sighed.

“I mean, do yous have anything? A type of feelin’ or something. The Manor is weird, and now that yous are closer to it, that pull might be clearer.” Yancy was working with what little about the Manor that’s been explained to him. It wasn’t like the information about his father where he got denied. There just wasn’t much of an explanation beyond what the Manor does. It was practically an entity on its own. Everyone just worked with it.

“I don’t think-” Actor sounded like he was going to get testy with Yancy but closed his mouth and sighed again instead. He looked back to the Manor and just stared for a few moments. Yancy assumed he was trying to get a better feeling of that pull, trying to place what it was again. “I still don’t know a lot but…but it seems to be connected to my past? That whole place is connected to my past. How does that help me?”

“Maybe yous could-”

“You good out there, Yancy?” Bing’s voice was now the one coming through the radio.

“Yancy?” Actor echoed the name. “Why is that name ringing a bell? I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before.” He clicked his tongue in thought a few times.

“Why don’t yous just knock on the door and ask for help?” Yancy brushed by the comment.

“Knock and ask!?” Actor broke out into a heavy laugh. “Oh dear, you really must be new, and I mean new. You clearly don’t know anything about me if you suggested that!” He continued to laugh, holding his stomach and slightly bending over.

“Your name is Actor, or at least that is what everyone calls yous since the first name yous had ain’t fitting no more. Yous also been known as ‘asshole’. Yous are incredibly selfish, egotistical, self-centered, and believe yous are the hero to everyone’s story.” Yancy listed off the insults he’s heard the others say, the last one being made by Dark when he thought Yancy wasn’t around.

“If you’re just going to insult me, then I'm going to-”

“Yous are also a father.” That got Actor to stiffen. “Yous are a father, and yous had a little boy with a woman named Celine, and Celine is now part of a man named Dark.”

“You know about my son? What all do you know? Where is he? What have they done-”

“Yancy. Answer the radio now.” Dark’s voice came out of the radio. Yancy knew if he didn’t answer, Dark would appear and ruin what he was doing.

“I’m fine.” Yancy finally grabbed his radio and spoke into it.

“Why haven’t you responded to Google or Bing?” Dark asked.

“I was following a sound, and it was just a squirrel. Didn’t wanna give myself away.” Yancy didn’t like lying to Dark, but he felt he had to.

“Come back to the Manor as soon as possible.”

“I will, Ma.” Yancy could see Actor’s eyes widening at that.

“You…?” Actor whispered as Yancy put the radio back on his pants. “That explains the looks and the name and…the Manor.” He looked back at the building. “It was telling me that you arrived.”

“Yep.” Yancy popped his lips.

“I can’t believe it. After all this time, years of not knowing if anything I’ve gotten told was true. There was a point where I didn’t even think the pregnancy was real.” Actor was half-pacing as he spoke, rambling and seeming to be talking to himself rather than Yancy. “It was impossible to deny it with how it all was, but her keeping me away the way she did, and maybe that meant that, but apparently, I misread it all. Hell, I misread her closeness to William, and I should have known better than to trust either of them with that.” He scoffed angrily, staring off with a glare at a memory Yancy knew nothing about.

“William?” Yancy asked.

“I forgot that he gave that name up long ago. I can’t blame him too much for that. While some aspects of William are still there, he hasn’t been him ever since that night.” Actor was again staring off, making a face Yancy couldn’t read.

“I don’t know what yous are talking about.” Yancy was hoping he’d get more information than what he’s gotten from the others. Actor was much more open or at least forthcoming with parts of the past.

“William was who Wilford used to be. A lot changed that night, and it seems Celine had an extra agenda with you and-” Actor suddenly stopped and looked at Yancy. “Oh, my boy!” He suddenly changed moods, going over to Yancy and hugging him. Yancy went still, not expecting affection at all from this man.

“I knew if I ever had a son, he’d be a dashing one.” Actor kept his hands on Yancy’s upper arms as he leaned back to get another look at him. “You’ve definitely taken my sturdy form, but you have your mother’s eyes. A perfect combination of us, I must say.”

“Um…thanks?” Yancy was still adjusting but found himself enjoying the fatherly attention. While he had been growing close to Anti, with him and Dark recently beginning to date, this felt different. There was a weird bubble of guilt at the very pit of Yancy’s stomach he’s yet to notice.

“I want to hear more about you. Tell me, is there a special someone in your life? A special lad? Wonderful lady? A lovely person? Tell, tell.” Actor chuckled, smiling brightly and patting Yancy’s arms.

“I-um…well, I do have a boyfriend,” Yancy confessed as his face turned a shade of pink.

“A boyfriend? What’s he like? I can tell it’s a new relationship with how you’re blushing.” Actor teased, giving Yancy a little shake to make them both shimmy.

“He’s-He’s really cool.” Yancy couldn’t help the little goofy giggle that came out. “And yeah, we-we haven’t been dating for that long, but it’s been long enough.”

“Well, I’d love to meet this ‘really cool’ guy. I have to make sure my son gets only the best.” Actor patted Yancy’s arms again before finally letting him go.

“I think he is.” Yancy rubbed the back of his neck. “Ma calls him a flirt, but I think he’s just…sweet.”

“A flirt? That sounds about right with how our family is.” Actor chuckled.

“I have a lot of questions, but I ain’t sure I want to know what yous mean by that.” Yancy lightly laughed.

“That will make more sense with time, and as I tell you stories, unlike your mother, I’m not afraid to speak of the past. But, for right now, I still want to focus on you. What do you enjoy doing? Are you an artist like me?” Actor’s voice was so gentle and comforting. Yancy should have noticed the drastic difference in Actor’s personality. But just like the earlier guilt, it got pushed aside.

“An artist? Yeah, I like drawing and stuff. I also make songs, and Illy’s always willing to be an audience for my newest one.” Yancy smiled as he thought about how Illinois would sit next to him as he played the guitar and sang, how he’d wrap an arm around his hips and rest his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes to really listen to his song. Just thinking of that had Yancy’s heart fluttering. Being lost in his thoughts didn’t let him see Actor’s eyebrows rise at him talking about his music.

“I’m guessing Illy is your boyfriend? You look like a love-struck puppy.” Actor chuckled, snapping Yancy from his thoughts.

“Y-Yeah. He’s Illinois, but I call him Illy sometimes, and he calls me Yanc.”

“Nicknames? That’s adorable. I wish I had been there when this all started. I can still give some advice. I might have gotten excluded from raising you, but you’re never fully grown in your parent’s eyes and can always help.”

“What happened between you and Ma?” Yancy watched as Actor’s shoulders slumped. “I mean…all he ever tells me is that you’re a ‘bad man’ and to never get in contact with you and not to ask about you. Why?” He waited as Actor sighed deeply.

“There were a lot of misunderstandings, miscommunications, and emotions flaring that went too far. Certain things happened that I cannot tell you because it’s not my place to say, and honestly, I can’t explain since those are not my thoughts, and I haven’t been told anything about them. You and I both know how stubborn your mother is.” Actor chuckled fondly at the end of his statement. Neither he nor Yancy noticed how their shadows were slowly growing and growing as Actor spoke. “I will say that I tried my best to solve the conflicts.” Their shadows turned the grass beneath their feet black, and the blades thickened and started to rise. “I just wanted everyone to be happy and together, but-” Actor was cut short by a black-shadowy tendril wrapping around his mouth. Another tendril went around his body to hold him still as well. Yancy wasn’t shocked when hands were on his shoulders, and he got turned around. He was even less shocked to see Dark standing there, face and eyes and a mixture of anger, fear, and worry.

“Ma, why did yous do that?” Yancy asked. “He wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“Yancy, I know you know who that is. He’s not to be trusted.” Dark’s voice matched his face with how layered the tone was.

“The Manor wants him here. It’s been calling him down here ever since I showed up.” Yancy gestured back to Actor, who wasn’t bothering with trying to fight against his restraints, simply standing there and looking annoyed. “He’s fine to me. Yeah, a little snarky, but ain’t we all? I mean, have you heard Anti’s mouth? I ain’t dealing with him as much as you do, but he-”

“Yancy, enough,” Dark said, and Yancy noticed how there was now more fear in his eyes.

“Why can’t he stay? It’s all of us against him. He can’t do anything.”

“As long as he can run his mouth, he is not welcomed in the Manor. He is highly manipulative and will do anything to get what he wants.”

“He ain’t-” Yancy stopped himself this time when he turned and saw that Actor was no longer there, the tendrils lying on the ground. He couldn’t tell if Dark sent him away or if he was scared off. There was a pause in the air before Yancy decided to ask a question to get them talking again. “How did ya know I was here with him?”

“You’re not a great liar, or at least you aren’t with me. I didn’t know he was with you. I came out to check on you since you weren’t reporting.” Dark tilted his head, cracking his neck and getting the tendrils to vanish and have the grass return to its usual color. “I should have come out sooner.”

“He wasn’t hurting me. I don’t think he wants to.” Yancy chewed the inside of his cheek.

“He’s not safe to get involved with at all. Mar-” Dark caught himself, his aura becoming almost fully red, the blue tucked tightly against him. He shook his head and placed a hand on Yancy’s back, guiding him to walk back toward the Manor. “Actor is dangerous. To keep yourself and everyone else safe, you need to forget him and move on. Trust me when I say this.” There wasn’t anger or fear or worry with Dark when he said that last part.

It was sorrow.

“Okay, Ma. I’ll leave it be.” Yancy wasn’t sure if that promise was real after saying it. He still had many questions, and only Actor had given him any answers or information.

“Good. How about we go get ourselves a treat or something.” Dark offered, opening the door for Yancy.

“Sounds good. I’m always down for some ice cream.” Yancy flashed a smile and walked in with Dark right behind him.

Neither of them was aware of the slip of paper that had appeared in Yancy’s pocket right when Actor had gone. A note that had a written out phone number with a signature next to it reading;

Call if you ever need me

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Life In The Fastlane|5| Fast Saga

This is the first chapter that has smut in and its the first time in about 5 months that I have wrote something in detail that contains detail. so if you are under 18 don't read.

Five

They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude

“Sophie, that isn’t true.” Brian started as he stood up to go towards where she was standing but Vince beat him to it, the overprotectiveness that was pouring off of the Old Coyote was surprising, he only ever reacted like that when it came to Mia. Sensing that the hot tempers were going to boil over, Leon shifted to where he was standing fully in front of her to try and protect her.

“Don’t lie, Brian, you are terrible at it.’ Sophie said as she turned around so they couldn’t see the tears and hurt that was building in her, they had seen too much of it when she was recovering.

The older O’Connor sibling opened his mouth to say something to her, to change how she felt, but he stopped himself. He was a terrible liar, and she knew all his tells without even looking at him. He didn’t need her blowing his cover not when he was this close.

“Hey,” Jesse said softly as he turned to his hand going from her elbow to her shoulder to rub it.

“I am fine Jess.” she returned as she sniffed back her tears.

“No, you aren't. Don’t worry about him. We are going to have some fun today. You only turn 18 once.” He whispered causing her to laugh softly. “And you get to go to the races tonight.”

There was a small smile forming on her face, he and Leon had been hinting at a surprise that they had been working on for her. But they would never budge. Using the bottom of her shirt she wiped the tears away from her face before she turned back around.

Vince saw the remaining tears in her eyes and hearing Brian saying his goodbyes to Mia, was enough to push him over the edge with his anger. “Try Fatboy from now, you can a double cheese with fries for 2.95.” He called behind him.

“Oh fuck.” Sophie swore as she pushed past the two and followed him, “Vince!”

“I like the tuna here.’

“Bullshit asshole, no one like the tuna here.”

She had caught up with them, “Brian, walk away.”

“Sophie stay out of this. This has nothing to do with you.’ He returned causing Vince to look over his shoulder just in time to raise her eyes to the sky and shake her head. Something that they had picked up on when she was trying to keep herself together.

Like she was trying to hold back years of anger toward Brian.

The Old Coyote surged forward and tackled him into the truck.

“Stop!” Sophie started as she started forward to try and separate them.

“Jesus Christ! Stop!”

She had grabbed a hold of the back of Vince’s shirt to try and pull him back towards her but she wasn’t strong enough to do so.

It just resulted in the tank top stretching out. When her brother reached forward to tackle Vince to the ground, it caused Sophie to tumble to the ground.

“You good girl?” Letty asked appearing at her side to help her up.

“Yeah, I am good. Not the first time I have been knocked down during a fight.’ She returned taking her hand to be helped up.

The older girl nodded her head and pulled her to her feet as Dom separated the two fighting men.

“Soph.” Letty started as Sophie quickly went over to Vince and pulled him back towards her, to stop him from lunging back at her brother.

“V.”

He didn’t listen to her words at first, his eyes over her head at Brian and Dom.

“Vince.” She repeated grasping his chin and making him look at her. He finally looked at her and smirked before capturing her mouth with his. If he could physically fight with Brian then he was going to push his buttons another way.

By being with his little sister.

Brian had gotten into the cab of Harry’s truck and looked over to where his sister was, Vince had pulled her to sit up on the trunk of his car and was standing between her legs kissing her. More anger flooded him and he fought every instinct he had in him to get out and pull them apart. He threw the truck into drive and pulled away from the curb with squealing tires.

Once he was far enough away from the store, he pulled his contact phone out of the glove box and dialed Sgt. Tanner’s phone number. “Once this is over, I want my sister cleared of any charges she may have. I failed her once and I am not going to do that again.’ **

Rough fingertips trailed over the swell of Sophie’s breast to the hardened nipple. “Aren’t you tired yet?” Sophie asked with a breathless laugh.

“No.” Vince barked out with his own laugh, it had been weeks since he had gotten laid, not for a lack of trying but because he wanted Sophie and it almost felt wrong to fuck another girl when she was just feet away in her own room. His hips pressed forward dragging his erection against her wetness causing the girl to whine and pressed back against him.

She had been just as eager as he had been when they got back to the house before everyone else, she knew it was to cover up the hurt and the anger that she had in her. “V, don’t tease.” She said quietly, turning her head to kiss him, “Fuck me already.’

“Your wish is my command princess.” He reached between their bodies and guided his hard cock into her groaning as the velvety tightness covered him. Sophie dropped her head down moaning into the pillow that was under their heads, her hand finding the one that he had draped across her body squeezing it.

He moved his hand around and linked their fingers together before returning the squeeze. She was the only girl he had ever done stuff like this with. Normally he was a fuck her and leave her type of person. But Sophie was changing that. Maybe he needed this kind of relationship. Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts he pulled out of her and rolled to his back pulling her with him.

Smirking Sophie pressed a searing kiss to his mouth before sliding down and grasping him in her hand and lowering herself down onto him. His rough hands went to her hips to help guide her down. “Fuck.” She breathed once she was fully seated on him. Vince smirked and gave her a minute to get used to this position before he started moving her hips up and down setting a fast pace. She dug her nails into his wrists and threw her head back moaning.

It took low dirty talk from Vince and them both playing with her clit to send her over the edge, he rolled them over quickly and fused their mouths together as he thrust hard and fast into her.

“Faster baby please.” She whimpered against his mouth, her hand going up and fisting in his dark hair. He bit her lips roughly before doing what she requested.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, Mia’s name formed on the tip of his tongue but he stopped himself.

“Fuck Sophie.” He pressed himself deeper into her before cumming in her and collapsing onto her chest.

“SOPHIE!” Letty’s loud voice boomed as she climbed up the stairs, the house had been completely quiet when they came home and it was odd. Usually, after Vince got into a fight, he would destroy things and yell more, and in a way, it worried them because there was a chance that he could have hurt her, and that's the last thing Sophie need.

“Sophs!” She called again before going to her door, she could hear the shuffling around of people moving and soft voices exchanging comments. She knocked once and pushed the door open. Sophie was laying on her stomach, her head resting on her forearms and she looked at Vince who was talking sleepily to her.

“Get your asses up, we got stuff to do.”

“5 minutes.” Came the gruff reply came from Vince who pushed himself fully up. Letty nodded her head, if they weren’t downstairs in 5 minutes, she was going to send Jesse and Leon up and have them annoy the couple out of the bed.

***

“She is coming down.” Vince gruffed running his hand through his ruffled hair, he was now thoroughly exhausted but he couldn’t sleep like he wanted to, Letty was right they did have things to do.

There was really no dull moment in their lives.

Sophie appeared a few minutes later wearing the jean short shorts and tight light blue tank top that he had picked out for her before he went downstairs and smirked when Leon and Jesse both let out whistles. “Lookin’ good baby girl!’ Letty called from the entranceway of the kitchen. Sophie blew a kiss at Letty before giggling. “So why did you pull us out of bed?”

“One, Dom has a birthday present outside for you.”

The young girl’s blue eyes lit up in excitement and if she could move properly she would have bounced and clapped her hands like a child. It had been a long time since she had a birthday worth celebrating

“And two we are going out for dinner before the races.”

“We need 5 hours to have dinner?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Vince said lowly in her ear as he grasped her hips and pulled her back into him.

“None of that,” Jesse said as he grasped Sophie’s hand and pulled her into the kitchen, “It’s our time with Sophie.” The breaded man glowered at them and followed, it would have been extremely selfish for him to keep her to himself.

‘You are going to pull my arm out of its socket Jess, slow down.”

The lanky man didn’t say in return just pulled her out of the door and down the stairs. She stammered out protests and tried to keep up but they died out on her tongue when she saw the car that sat in the driveway.

“Who is that for?” She asked in shock as Jesse jokingly pushed her jaw back up. She laughed and slapped his hand away before looking at Dom who was smirking at her, his dark eyes first flicking over her form and then the love bites that Vince had left on her skin. The girl blushed deeply and lowered her eyes to the ground. She was used to Vince looking at her like that but Dom not so much. There was usually not so much as a backward glance from him.

“It’s for you.” Dom held out the keys to her.

“Are you serious?”

He nodded his head as Vince delivered a sharp slap to her ass in a silent reminder to thank him. This time she did clap her hands like she wanted to before she bounced over to him and surprised both of them when she hugged him. “Thank you, everyone.” There was a choruses of no problems, of courses and you're welcomes coming from the group. “Come on, let's go,” Dom ordered after clearing his throat

***

Brian fidgeted with the small gift box that contained a replacement charm bracelet. That he and Rome had pawned and broke Sophie’s heart, it was the one thing of value that she had.

And with the salary, he was getting and his savings he was finally able to replace it. He knew that she was going to be at the races that night. Dom and his crew always went everywhere together.

Sure enough, she got out of Vince’s car, her bright smile was clear from where he was standing. From afar she looked happy, something she hadn’t been when he last saw her in Barstow. Shaking his head, he walked closer to the group, a few of the guys he was already familiar having met them a few minutes before Torretto and his team showed up.

“You got to be kidding me.’ Sophie said throwing her hands in the air seeing her brother coming towards them. Vince pulled her between his legs as he sat down on the front of his car, his hands teasing the button and the fly of her shorts. The sooner the race was over, the sooner he could take her back to bed. The party at the restaurant had taken too long and the party that night afterward would be too long.

“Don’t worry about him.” He gruffed.

“Wait hold up. I don’t have the cash but I have the pink slip to my car.” Every single person that was standing around waiting turned to look at Brian.

“Oh, please tell me you aren’t as stupid as you seem right now.” She muttered and pushed herself away from Vince to go stand next to Jesse.

“You can’t climb in the ring with Ali because you think you can box,” Jesse said as the sleeve of his shirt fell down to his elbow, smirking when he heard Sophie’s giggles.

“He knows I can box.” Brian pointed at Vince before glancing at his sister who had looked at Vince and mouth for him to take it easy. Dom followed his glance and scowled, yes, Sophie was now an adult but still he felt the same protectiveness he felt for Mia for Sophie.

“I will take the cash and the respect.” The older blonde said shifting the attention back to him. The racer goers laughed.

“Respect.” Sophie mouthed with a laugh, it took a lot to get the respect of these people. It had taken her 6 months and 3 catfights to earn it.

“Sometimes that is more important.” She shook her head, he still just assumed that he deserved everything right off of the bat.

Leon pulled her along when they went to look at Brian’s car, already demanding that she came with him to block off the street.

Like it had been after the physical fights she had gotten into.

“Sophie. Hold on.” Brian said after Dom said he was in. “What do you want?” There was a deserved amount of bitterness in her voice. “Catch.” He tossed the small box to her which she caught confused.

“Sophs! Come on we got to go!” Leon called.

“Just think of it 10 years of missed birthdays.” Her brother returned before waving her off.

Sophie was even more confused as she went to Leon’s car and got into the passenger seat.

“What is that?” He asked curiously as he put the car into gear and sped off to the intersection.

She shrugged and pulled at the messy bow to open it. “His wrapping definitely hasn’t changed.” Leon laughed and pulled his car to a stop.

Pausing in what she was doing, she fiddled with the police scanner to make sure they were on the right channel before propping her feet up on the dashboard.

He was the only that didn’t scold her for doing that. Mostly because she made sure she didn’t leave dirty shoeprints behind.

“Well, I will be god damned.”

“What?” Leon asked before yelling out of the window to the pizza delivery man to go home a different way.

“He replaced my charm bracelet.” She held up the silver bracelet with several small charms hanging off of it. “About 3 years before I left, he and Roman, his best friend broke into my bedroom and stole my charm bracelet. It was the only thing my father got me before he took off.”

Leon plucked it from her fingers and looked at it, ‘Well at least he has done one thing right.” “One right out of a whole lot of wrongs Lee isn’t much.” She said before taking it back and studying it for herself.

“We are good to roll!” He called into the walkie-talkie once dispatch called cops to a murder scene before he glanced over at Sophie, “Good to roll?”

“Good to roll.” She confirmed as she latched the bracelet around her wrist.

#ash writes #series: life in the fastlane #oc: sophie o'conner #fast and furious fan fiction #fast and furious imagines

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envihellbender · 1 year

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Carver, as the Grey Warden contact for the Inquisition, gets lost in the Fade temporarily. The Nightmare is quick to pick him apart spiritually while it can.

Characters: Carver Hawke, Nightmare Demon, Anders

Fandom: Dragon Age

Content: trauma, anxiety, Carver x Anders x Fenris

“Well, that didn’t work,” Carver said irritatedly as he looked at his surroundings. He was stood with Anders, Varric, and the Inquisitor in Skyhold in front of the Eluvian, but now he was in a hazy, unclear world. The sky was green and the ground hard and cold. It shifted around him suddenly, lots of different colours and figures as suddenly the realm darkened. It finally stabilised into a dark, rock tunnel with red flesh and blood coating the floor, walls, and ceiling. He was in the deep roads, but it wasn’t the deep roads. He was surrounded by… Fear.

Suddenly, a strange being appeared in front of him. A tall, thin, spindling figure with a twisted face and many bodies growing out of each as it’s torso. It had skeletal wings that spread out behind him with eight thin legs that were terrifyingly long. It was a being of fear, and Carver knew precisely what it was instinctively. Nightmare.

“Hm, if it isn’t a little Warden who has stumbled into my home,” Nightmare hummed, his voice was impossibly cold. Not as in it was harsh or emotionless, it felt physically cold. As it hit Carver’s ears he let out a shiver, his teeth chattering as an icy sensation filled his body.

“Leave me alone, demon,” Carver scowled, he attempted to sound angry and fierce but with the shivering cold and terror of being lost in the fade he sounded like a small, weak child.

“Little Carver Hawke,” Nightmare cackled. “Finally left big brother’s shadow but you haven’t really, have you? Turns out you weren’t wilting because of the dark you’re just an incompetent little runt.”

“That’s- ugh.” Carver took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself down. “Shut up. Stupid fucking demon. Just a demon. Just a demon.”

“Couldn’t save Bethany, couldn’t protect your mother, couldn’t stop your brother becoming a blood mage, got yourself exposed to the taint, got yourself lost in the fade… Poor, stupid little boy.”

“No. No. I did- I did good. I reached out to Varric. To the Inquisition. I did,” Carver whimpered as he clung onto his hair and pulled. “I… protected Anders. Kept him close but safe from the Wardens. And the Templars. Kept Fenris safe from Danarius. Saved them.”

“Ah, let me see… yes. Anders. Fenris. I can see them.” Nightmare began to blur into the background, bringing up faint images of the two. “Your desperate, longing to be with them. Your fear of them getting hurt. Maybe Anders was captured just after you left him. Something like this…” Carver almost lost his footing as the fade around him changed. He was in a dark cell, with only a crack of light from an impossibly tall window. On his knees in lyrium infused shackles was Anders, beaten and bloody.

“No. No. It’s not real. Not real,” Carver turned and tried to run from the sight. The room changed again, they were in a large hall that looked as if it belonged to a Circle tower. Anders knelt in the middle of a group of Templars one holding a familiar brand that burned a violent orange.

“No! No! Leave him! No this isn’t… this didn’t happen it’s not real,” Carver screamed, his throat raw and aching. The metal branding poker was forced against Anders’ forehead. He howled in pain. A desperate, visceral noise that pierced Carver’s temples and turned his vision white for a split second. He didn’t notice his cheeks were wet with tears until he dove forward trying to grab Anders in an attempt to save him. He fell through the being created by the fade and slammed onto the cold hard floor.

“Why did you do that? That was extremely foolish of you,” an emotionless voice said. Carver screwed his shut. He knew that voice. Anders’ soft, well spoken tone was diluted into something hollow and lifeless. Carver pressed his palms into his eyes.

“Not real, not real, not real,” he sobbed shaking back and forth. “Stop. Please. Please.”

“If you insist,” Nightmare said cruelly. Before Carver could sigh in relief he found himself somewhere else. Before him was a familiar and impossibly huge man, in a gigantic hand he held a black, leather lead that was attached to a white haired elf with glowing blue markings.

“No. No! That’s not Fenris. It’s not. We killed Danarius. We killed him. This isn’t real. No,” Carver stammered. He saw Fenris’ green eyes look at him blankly, he saw the collar around his neck, and Carver felt like a knife had been plunged into his chest.

“Who is that, Master?” Fenris asked, his thick black eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Someone from your old life, my little wolf,” Danarius hummed. “Before I fixed your mind again.

“Fenris? Fenris. It’s me,” Carver said weakly. “Fuck. No. Not real. Not real. We killed Danarius. Killed him. Nightmare, you can’t- Stop. Stop!”

“Carver?” A familiar voice said.

“No. Not real. Not real. I won’t be tricked again. I won’t,” Carver said as he fell to his knees. He wrapped his arms around himself as he began to cry softly.

“Ah, an unexpected visitor. Simply another demon, boy. Ignore him,” Nightmare said hastily. Carver sat up slowly. That couldn’t be right, if it was another demon why would Nightmare not work with them? Carver couldn’t feel anything but fear. Well, fear and… the new figure wasn’t a being of fear. They were warm. Carver turned round slowly and stood there with panicked amber eyes and reaching out two calloused hands was Anders. Was it really him? It couldn’t be… Carver reached out to take his hand in his own and he let out a sigh of relief. It was real. He felt safe, like a knife had cut through from reality and Anders reached out to him.

“No!” Nightmare hissed. “You will not take him from me.” The being before them grew bigger, and darker, as it’s eight spindly, impossibly long legs filled the sky above them.

#carver Hawke #anders dragon age #fenris dragon age #nightmare demon #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #warden!carver #fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #carver x Fenris x anders #envi writes #ninetimesthepain

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zuluc · 4 years

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summary: how the genshin boys give hugs

characters: childe, diluc, kaeya, razor, venti, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli

style & genre: bulleted & written; fluff

warnings: none

notes: a self-indulgent fic for my birthday yay, i hope you guys enjoy this I just really want a hug but it’s hard to see friends right now 🤧🤧

Childe

sometimes a side hug or quick embrace; sometimes not because there are days he never wants to let you go

his outward persona is lost because he trusts you

once his arms come around you, you feel like the life is being squeezed out of you, in a good way of course

there are still traces of his past he has yet to share but he wants you to know how much you mean to him

Paimon had stayed behind to finish that chop suey Su Er'niang offered you both. You finished your share, giving some to your companion, and you left to sight-see around Liyue.

It’s different from Mondstadt and there were quite a bit of things to get done here for your journey. Your feet take you to the stairs leading up to the Wanwen Bookstore and you hope no one has bought out the book you wanted to finish.

Before you could take a step upwards, someone grabs your wrist and pulls you into a small alley. You hand comes up to summon your sword but then your vision is obscured by a head of copper hair. You gasp when his arms tighten around your torso while he heaves a sigh beside your ear. He lets go after a few seconds and you can see the smile on his face.

“Just a recharge,” Childe winks and turns around to get back to what he was doing.

Diluc

he gives the type of hugs that hold so much emotion that he hides from the public

his body runs warm and appreciates when you snuggle further into him when he has you

his hugs are never quick and he likes to take his time, his hold tight enough to make you feel safe but loose enough to allow you to leave if you so wish

rarely initiates them but will take full control when you’re in private

You could tell when the work he had was becoming too much for the night. The annoyance tainted his handsome features and you just wanted to take it all away. Diluc worked hard, everyone knew that, but he was only human.

You give him the letter Jean wrote out and proceed towards the door to get back to your own duties. Your name rolls off his lips and when you turn around to look at him he’s gesturing for you to get closer. When you’re mere inches from his desk he stands up and places one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head, burying his face into your neck.

The temperature outside was chilly and his naturally warm body contrasts to how you felt prior. You can feel him frown against you when he feels how cold your skin is.

“Will you be coming back tonight?”

Kaeya

he gives you many hugs, anywhere and at anytime

there isn’t a day where you never receive one and if that every happens, the next day will include even more

will almost always lift you off your feet and/or catch you off guard; he likes to keep you on your toes

even when you’re just standing around waiting for another mission or watching the sun set he’ll hold you close against his side

He’s late. Again.

You finished off the last of the slimes around Starfell Lake with little to no damage to yourself, luckily, but someone was supposed to assist you to get the job done faster. You look around for any more enemies before kneeling down and dipping your hand into the water. It was cool against your skin, relaxing you after the day’s work. But it might have been just a bit too peaceful.

A force pushes you forward and you close your eyes to brace for the inevitable impact into the water. You wait a few seconds before realizing that you are still very much dry, but there’s something blocking you from lifting your arms. Kaeya chuckles behind you as you lightly hit his arm, hugging you tight.

“I got you,” he says with a smile.

Razor

he’s an awkward hugger, mostly because he doesn’t know how these things work as well as that he doesn’t want to hurt you

he doesn’t know where to put his hands and they usually end up against his sides before he realizes that he makes you think he doesn’t like them

when he gets more comfortable, his hugs are gentle and soft

he grew up with the wolves and these types of things just didn’t happen, but you make his heart soar

He’s taking a casual walk in Wolvendom to reflect on what Lupus Boreas had told him only days ago. He wasn’t a wolf, he was human, but he couldn’t accept it so quickly. His mind wanders and he doesn’t hear the steps, or rather running, behind him. It’s only until you jump on his back that he realizes.

You knew that he was thinking about what happened and you wanted to return as fast as you could to check on him. You slide off his back and he gives you a forced grin. Razor avoids your gaze but you place your hands on his shoulders to square them towards you.

He appreciates your presence and he wants nothing more than comfort, hands twitching at his sides. You’re aware of his little signals and smile when you hug him tightly. He closes his eyes and breaths in your calming scent while hugging you back with care.

“Thank you.”

Venti

there’s a sense of happiness once he hugs you because it just makes you feel lighter and free

there seems to always be a slight breeze about him and you can feel it brush your face when you rest your head on his shoulder

he comes and goes but never forgets to hug you before and after he returns to see you

his hold can range from very loose to holding on just a bit tighter

Venti left a month ago and you knew that’s just how his way of life was. He was never one to stay place for too long, much like the wind you would say. You yourself were someone who likes to travel around, but everything always brought you back to Mondstadt.

You stand overlooking the city at “your usual place,” as he liked to call it, for some peace of mind. You sit on the edge of the statue’s outstretched hands and lean back on your hands to take in the view. A soft breeze passes by you and your ears pick up a quiet sound behind you. You smile and stand up, immediately wrapping your arms around him.

His own naturally fall in place behind your back and a light laugh escapes his lips. It was nice to see you again, as always.

“Missed me?”

Xiao

he used to be so stiff when he first started hugging you as he never had physical contact with anyone

being you, he warms up and learns how to properly hug someone

will have a hand behind your head because he wants to make sure that every part you of is against him

he’s very protective of you in general and it gives him a peace of mind knowing he can keep an eye on you in this way

You’re sleeping, sitting in his lap with your head resting against his chest as he sits on the balcony of Wangshu Inn. You came to him only a few moments ago and it was clear that you took the time to clear out nearby hilichurl camps due to the small scratches and bruises you had on you.

Xiao narrows his eyes at more of the culprits across the water on the little islands, making a note to do something with them later. You mumble in your sleep and he looks down to see your brows furrowed. He cups your face gently and smooths his thumb over your cheek which causes your face to return to it’s peaceful state and you move closer to him.

It was surprising that he fell for someone. You made your way into his life so unexpectedly and now he just wanted to take care of you. And he wouldn’t change a thing.

“Rest well.”

Xingqiu

very proper hugs because they are reciprocated in with the same energy, or even more, than the ones you may give him

he has no problem in giving you hugs away from prying eyes

he would usually whisk you away onto adventures with him with a promise of them

will get flustered when you hug him while saying just how much you appreciate him

You’re amused at the way he presents himself to others and talks to them as expected of him. Xingqiu was known to be mild- and well-mannered as his mischievous side was hidden from those not so close to him.

You both manage to escape the party, standing beside each other as you look up into the night sky. He feels less restricted with you and he takes this opportunity to lace his fingers through yours. You give him a fond smile and return to staring at the stars.

An idea pops into your head and you let go of his hand, him giving you a questioning look before he is brought into a hug. Xingqiu blushes at the suddenness of your actions but returns it nonetheless. His eyes keep diverting to the house so you have to reassure him that no one can see the both of you.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Zhongli

he enjoys hugging, contrary to what most might think

he likes the intimate feeling and being close to someone he loves in such a sweet way that can be done anywhere

he will never deny you of the affection and if you initiate it he will go through with it no matter what

he’s always looking at you paired with a soft smile on his face whenever he has you in his arms

Zhongli’s voice pierces the quiet as you both take a stroll outside of Liyue. He’s telling you of its history and old traditions that have disappeared throughout the years, but you’re becoming tired due to the sound of his voice.

When you’re out of sight from the guards at the front gates you give a slight tug to the end of his coat sleeve. He stops in the middle of his story and sees that your eyes are growing weary. You keep your hold on his sleeve until you pull yourself to rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and content with the sound of the night as you’re against him.

He holds you close, making sure that you’re not actually asleep as it would make for a very interesting walk back. You tell him that you’re just resting your eyes for a few moments and that he can keep talking. That you love the sound of his voice. Zhongli places a kiss to your forehead as he continues, adoration for you clear in his eyes.

“Now, where was I...”

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Velvet Chains

Summary: For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable.

Promot:

A thought - August as a gigolo who specializes in deflowering. 👌

Pairing: Soft! August Walker x Virgin Reader.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: 18+. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c...

A/N: When I received this prompt, I didn’t think I can actually do it justice, but it was 3am and I started dabbling around. Then in the morning, I took another look at it, and this little drabble turned into a one-shot. I hope you’ll like it, I hope I did well. Many thanks to @agniavateira my muse who beta’d my story.

Please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed reading. 🖤 DM if you want to be added to my tag squad.

Title: Velvet Chains

They were all little flowers to him, fresh peonies and flushed roses. Young or mature, it never mattered as long as they were still oh so pure. Undefiled, succulent flesh. Kissed by dew and wrapped by the last remaining petals of their innocence.

All for him to willfully pluck.

Sprayed with notes of tobacco, and boozy fragrance of rum - August Walker was the top-tier kind of service, a man to die for with his three-piece suits and shiny leather shoes. At one point he didn’t even need to self-promote; they came to him, all doe-eyed and coy, willing to pay as much as it takes to have him breach through the sealed gates of their garden.

The rules were quite simple: Cash in advance and always wear protection; other than that anything goes. August liked to see himself as a procurer of fantasies rather than a male prostitute. For a generous fee of $1500, his girls earned themselves a night they never forgot. Whether it began with a dinner at the most outrageous restaurant, a masked ball at a billionaire’s mansion, or an intimate evening with his homemade cooking at a cosy sublet.

It was up to him to choose the experience for the ladies after thoroughly assessing and profiling each client. He was never wrong; after all, it was his job to study women, both mentally and physically.

“I know what you need,” he would murmur as he kissed down their navel and swept between their shaky thighs. And in his grip they indeed laughed, cried, and came undone so many times over, reaching out to grasp heaven around his unapologetically huge cock.

Until you changed everything.

August couldn’t quite crack you; while he enjoyed, savoured, and conquered every woman he had, it was you who seemed to have more power over him than he did over you. The quiet abyss in your eyes reeled him in like an unfortunate, foolish fish teetering on a hook. Whatever mysteries that mind of yours held, he wanted to pry it open with his fingers and brush them through the parchments of your soul.

He desired you more than just the flesh; he wanted to be deeper in you than he ever was in any other woman.

‘Who are you?’

Shivering in his presence, it was crystal clear that you weren’t immune to his spells; yet you didn’t seem impressed by the theatrics or his suave appearance. As if you saw right through him, and knew it was all but a spectacle.

Wanting everyone to witness your ‘claiming’, he took you to the dimly-lit roof of his private apartment and laid you on a blanket beneath the beaming stars. When his lips touched yours while slowly ridding himself of his clothes, August felt like he could tell you his most kept secrets though he didn’t want to.

This is not how it worked. Not for him.

Sorrounded by the fairy tea-lights that adorned the intimate rooftope, you flinched as he began undressing you, and trembled so vehemently once completely bare that all he wanted was to embrace you in his big arms. And he did so, collecting you against the dark fur of his chest, the heat of his body provided shelter from the cold October breeze.

“Beautiful,” he whispered sincerely and allowed his hands to roam the tender map of your body. Likely, he would never see you again, so he wanted to remember every curve, dimple, and scar; he needed your moans imprinted in the museum of his mind.

The same desperate, breathless pleas only a virgin would make, purer than pure.

Breathing in shudders, you laid down beneath him with your legs spread out. Your little untouched slit displayed to his hungering gaze, asking to be reshaped by his intrustment. August was never one to lose control, but your entire existence has made him question every decision and in a moment of frivolousity, he lost himself completely and broke the most forbidden rule:

He entered you bare.

Painfully large and hot as flaming iron, his rigid cock tore through your maidenhood and delved into your velvety pit, desperately searching for the engulfing shelter that was your womb. Weeps of pain rained down your lips; he was too big, and he didn’t slow down. He unwrapped you, tearing your rose petals one by one, sinking in until you could have sworn he was infused between your lungs.

Overwhelmed by the raw sensation of your wet flesh engulfing him, August raked his arm around the small of your back and held your body against his, forcing you to spread wider, to grant him the infinite access he demanded.

“Look at me kitten,” he murmured in a half-breathless, half-soothing voice and showered hasty butterfly kisses across your forehead, “I’m inside you. It’s done, now let me please you.”

He seared your body, your sensitive entrance pulsating with a twinge of grieving anger around his veiny cock, your walls squeezing, fighting off his lewd intrusion. While you anticipated the pain, the initial shock was too much to bear.

“I don’t think I can take you,” you retorted and swallowed hard, trying not to cry as he swelled and flinched inside you further more.

August reached a hand to your jaw and caged it between his strong fingers. Not saying a word, he stared intensely into your eyes. Smoke and broken mirrors shadowed his glare. In your daze, you swore you could see his reveries and hear him whisper without moving his lips.

The barriers of your guarded castle were in ruins, and so was your self-preservation. Fully submitting, you allowed him to take you beneath the shimmering, black silks of midnight.

August was both gentle and rough as he rode between your thighs, his heavy body surrounding you completely. His entity seeped through your lungs and pores, his bewhiskered mouth left sloppy, ticklish kisses and chanted a hymn of pleasure against your neck.

For a slight moment, you wondered if he was this passionate with all of his customers. But all thoughts died at the moment his crown slammed into the wall of your womb, and the entirety of your existence was flooded with both the tremors of sudden pleasure and satisfying pain.

You wanted more, you wanted to be complete. To be completely his.

“Oh god, yes!” You cried for him, clawing your nails at the taut muscles of his back.

Grunting, he plunged into you, harder with every pull and deeper with every thrust. He sought for heaven between your legs and as inexperienced and naive as you were, you followed your instincts and complied to his arousal. Bucking your hips, you yielded to meet the jerk of his hips - your rhythm a savage mess, your demeanour that of a virgin-whore.

“Good girl, my good girl,” August praised, thrilled of the shift in you, and by the helpless, glossy gaze and gaping mouth as you moaned and begged. Your freshly open cunt clung to his invasion with its growing tightness. Holding onto him the way the moon is bound to earth.

Control was gradually lost over your own bodies, enslaved to something stronger than your wills and wits. It was as if you became vessels to haunting spirits that made you slam into one another, lost in a sweaty, carnal trance until a flush of sudden rapture broke between your legs the way raging waves break upon a ship lost at sea, consuming it completely.

Like a dauntless sailor, August followed you into the depths of euphoria. Jumping to his knees, he hauled you by the waist and slammed you against him, needing to be balls-deep within you. With a loud shout, he came undone, astonished by the raw, unbridled sensation of releasing himself inside another person.

You both shuddered in shock as his thick cum bathed your womb in three, warm gushes.

‘Oh, August, what have you done?’

Spent, he nearly collapsed on top of you, holding his hands flat to the side of your head. He took a deep breath before pulling out from your hurting hole and moving to lie by your side. The pink mixture of your essence trickled between your simmering lips just the way it coated his still-swollen cock. Glancing down upon it he felt an odd notion of triumph, more than the usual complacent feeling usually evoked with his clientele.

“Don’t worry, I am clean.” He promised.

In a way, you were his first as well.

Pulling you against him, he nuzzled your neck and hummed lowly, “I don’t imagine you could give me anything.”

Still trying to land back on solid ground, you said nothing. Words didn’t make it, not through your chest nor your head. You basked within the moment, trying to memorise every vibration that flowed through your veins as the glow became dimmer with every passing minute.

Limbs entangled, he decorated your shoulder-blade with honey-sweet kisses while your spine attached to his hairy chest. He watched you quietly, admiring you completely until the two of you fell into a dreamless sleep under the guarding sky.

Come morning, August was awakened by the sounds of the raging street below. The scent of toxic vapours hung heavy in the air and his face curled at the sounds of the beeping horns. For a moment, he forgot where he was but then you were the first thing on his mind. Even though he knew the deal was for one night only, something in him itched for a generous ‘on-the-house’ lazy morning sex.

As he rolled to lie on top of you, his chest felt abruptly empty. He was met with nothing but the defiled blanket.

You were gone.

Though the scent of your body, your sweat, and viscous fluids were still stuck to his skin, your memory a sheer piece of silk carried away by the cruel wind. The weight of a thousand stones dropped in August’s gut and he flipped onto his back once more and stared at the cloudy sky.

It resonated in him that this was all that it was, and he would never find a girl like you again.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

*I don’t own August Walker or the Mission: Impossible Franchise

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #henry cavill x reader #august walker fanfiction

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Hi, there! I'm new here! Can I get the dorm leaders' (including Jamil's) reaction to their fem! s/o who suddenly passes out due to stress and when she wakes up, she tearfully confesses that she was traumatized by their Overblots. What can they do to comfort her? Fluff/angst combo. Please and thanks!

Yes yes! I will only be including the people who have overblotted so far so no Ignihyde or Diasomnia yet!

I also am sorry I just didn’t want to make s/o faint in all scenarios? I did in most tho!! Sorry >< I hope this is okay!!

Also also, sorry I haven’t posted in SO long!! I just came back from 2 vacations including a week long trip to Disney world!!

Warnings: angst, spoilers for everyone’s chapters I guess?

Riddle Rosehearts

In the following weeks of Riddle’s overblot, he was working to try to be a better leader to Heartslabyul. However, old habits don’t die very easily. You saw Riddle’s wrath once again when he scolded some students who had gotten into a fight and had promptly used his unique magic.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” His voice resounded off the walls and the harshness of his voice brought awful flashbacks into your mind. Then, everything went black.

When you wake, Riddle is over your body, his large grey eyes were scanning over you panicked. When he asked what happened, you broke down and told him that you remembered his overblot and fainted.

Riddle’s guilt would skyrocket. He never intended to hurt so many people including one of his closest friends Trey and especially not you. Even after a few weeks he didn’t realize it would weigh so much on so many others.

Riddle would turn red from shame while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As he starts to chant “I’m sorry”s over and over, he starts to sob shakily, also making you start to release the tears that were in your eyes.

Riddle takes care of you personally - brings you to bed, attempts to cooks for you, studies with you, anything he can do to gain your trust back.

“I- I’ll be better. A better person. For you, for everybody in Heartslabyul, for me.” Riddle was hiccuping from crying. You kissed Riddle’s cheek and stroked it, trying to wipe his tears from his face. “I know, Riddle. I can see you trying every day and you’re getting better and better.” It was true. You personally saw him interacting with students and knew his relationship with everyone was improving. With time, things will get a lot easier to process emotions and the feelings from that eventful day.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s practice session for Magift wasn’t going as planned. You noticed he was getting angrier and angrier with his poor plays while sitting on the sidelines.

When he finally had enough he grabbed the disc and turned it into sand, growling in anger. He shouted at his teammates and physically threatened them.

You felt your heart stop as your boyfriend continued to scream. The last thing you saw before falling was Epel’s shocked face as you hit the ground.

When you woke up, the team members were all circled around you, only to be scared away by Leona’s growling.

When you admitted you had PTSD from his overblot, he looked away in shame. The beastman didn’t say much - it’s not like he COULD say anything. He knew he was wrong at that moment but he was only frustrated at the game.

Leona tries to spend more time with you by pulling you into his arms when he naps. He mumbles softly about being sorry and telling you he loves you. You know that it’s a lot for him to even do that, so it means a lot to you.

As Leona held you in his arms, you couldn’t help but tighten your arm’s grip on his. “My little herbivore… I’m sorry..” It was a whisper. Almost quiet enough to the point of you not hearing it. Soon after, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicated he was asleep. Leona’s pride was high. He never expressed his feelings through words - but feeling his arms embrace you protectively, you knew how sorry he was and how regretful he was to make you feel so upset.

Azul Ashengrotto

It had been a few months since you’d seen Azul overblot. You figured everything had gone back to normal - you were dating steadily, which was going well, and Azul treated you well.

One day though, he lost his control. Under his own stress and when his business affairs weren’t going as well as planned, he blew up and you heard him scream at someone from the outside the VIP room - all too familiar to the yelling he did when he overblotted.

You felt stuck - your feet were planted outside of his office and your nerves got the better of your motor functions. You knew you loved Azul but that moment when you saw his insecurities and too much power getting a hold of him, you were truly scared. You barely remember registering any memories as things started to fade.

“Shrimpy wake up!!” You were suddenly being shaken about, earning a gasp from you. Azul sighed next to Floyd and Jade. He asked you what had happened - he found you outside his office in a daze.

Once you truthfully told him about your memories of his overblot his expression fell. Azul was emotional and his feelings of rejection would flare up. You would need to tell him you still love him because something in him will tell him you don’t.

Azul spoils you a bit and makes sure you are not present or in the area, working in the lounge only when he isn’t dealing with complicated contracts.

Azul is also happy you weren’t traumatized due to the fact you saw his octopus form - he was very worried about that possibility.

“Angelfish, tell me, what is it you want? Anything, I’ll give it to you, please just forgive me…” Azul tearfully grasped your hands in his, glasses fogging up. It was seldom at times you saw Azul break his smile. “A-Azul, you can’t just give me something to make me forget. I need to process this and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people need to, as well. Just… be there for me.” You spoke, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as your hand cupped his face. Azul freely let his tears run down his face. “Of course, angelfish. I promise.”

Jamil Viper

You were simply looking over at the view of the desert sand from the common room of Scarabia. It wasn’t long after Jamil’s overblot.

Things have changed in the dynamic of the dorm - him and Kalim were closer now that suppressed feelings could be free, Jamil gained the trust back from most if not all the members, and you both started dating.

The more you stared into the distance, the more it reminded you of that fateful day. Visions of the dark red stormy sky invaded your thoughts while you swore you could hear Jamil’s sinister laughter growing louder and louder.

Memories being hurled from the dorm to the cold desert sand invaded your senses as you fell to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you flinched back when you saw Jamil so close to you, making his eyes look hurt. Jamil would surround you with soft pillows and a silk sheet he must have borrowed from Kalim.

Once he finally pries your feelings out of you after you don’t want to tell him the truth, Jamil looks pained. He didn’t want to hurt you.

Jamil would give you time to think, knowing how much alone time is valued. Whether you want him to give you space or spend time with him is up to you.

“I’m, I’m sorry, y/n…” his eyes dropped to look at the floor, ashamed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think about our relationship, if that’s what you want.” The weight he added to the bed was lifted as the raven haired boy started to walk away. “No, Jamil, please stay with me.” Your voice seemed to shock him. He turned and looked at you, surprised. “I like you for you. I know you were having a hard time, and it was scary for you too. We can get stronger together! So please… don’t leave me.” You pleaded, cursing your voice for sounding weaker than you intended. Jamil’s brown eyes softened and a smile, a genuine one at that, made its way to his face.

Vil Schoenheit

Surprise surprise, Vil was checking the internet search results to see who the most beautiful one of all was. Vil had recently shot a movie and the trailer had come out an hour prior.

When the phone had still said the name he dreaded, he threw his phone down in frustration, making you flinch. He didn’t even know you were in the vicinity, you were in the hallway looking into his room as his back faced you in his room.

When you spoke his name softly, he replied callously in his response, making you freeze. His demeanor was mean to say the least, his eyes looked tired and he just looked angry.

It reminded you all too much of his overblot, which happened a few weeks back. You slowly backed into a wall and started to whimper.

Vil would realize his errors quickly and come running to your aid. He coos and strokes your hair, telling you he was sorry for lashing out. When you tell him it reminded you of his overblot, guilt racks through him.

Vil hugs you tightly and apologizes over and over. He would definitely be one to spend an entire day devoted to spoiling you, taking you to your favorite restaurant, giving you personalized facials, and shopping with you.

Vil knows this won’t resolve the issue, but he’s going to let you know how much you mean to him and how sorry he is, over time.

Vil looked over your shaking form with trembling hands. His soft, slender hands came to grasp your own. “Y/N, Y/N please answer me..!” You could only look away. “Vil, it reminded me of your… your overblot! I’m sorry…” your tears flowed freely now, staining your cheeks. You always thought you looked ugly when you cried so this only felt like salt in the wound. When Vil looked at you now, his eyes were looking into yours, deeper into you than what you physically offered. “I… that must have been scary for you, Y/N. I’m truly, so sorry. You had to see an ugly side of me that I never want to come out again.”

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Razor: Jealous HCs

Hey anon!! As much frustration I hold for crippling oblivious couples, I also love the trope so much. Plus I adore Razor. Even though I try to not call Razor a dog, I still google “jealous dog traits”. Also, I found out both Hanniejji and I secretly HCs Bennet is friends with Razor and Fischl. If genshin won’t give me character interactions then I’ll write it myself.

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Semi Part 1: General HCs

Semi Part 2: Pre-Relationship HCs

Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs

[Masterlist]

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Razor: Jealous HCs

Bennet and Fischl are both foaming at the mouth at how deeply in love you BOTH are and yet you’re both equally blind. Fischl wants to grab you by the shoulders and yell at you that Razor returns your feelings and you need to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing. A sad Razor looks like a kicked puppy and even she can’t handle it. But Razor absolutely refuses for anyone to confess for him because he believes that you might just genuinely be uninterested in him. Plus, it wouldn’t feel right if he couldn’t confess himself. It’s his first love, this is important to him.

Bennet thinks it’s really sweet that his friend is in love. Even if he does get a bit pouty that whenever he get’s hurt, Razor will ask if he’s alright and leave it at that. But if you accidently trip Razor is already at your side and fussing over you. Bennet uses this as physical proof that yes, your feelings are returned and this man is in love with you, but you always brush it off as Razor’s nature to be caring. He’s smiling patiently on the outside but on the inside he has his hands in his hair and he’s screaming.

God forbid anything upsets you. Razor hasn’t been around other humans long enough to pick up on most social cues but he does have a good sense of smell. If you’re happy then the wind smells like sweet flowers. If you’re upset then it smells like mint. While Razor usually keeps himself in check and is somewhat indifferent, the second he catches any signs of distress from you he’s on high alert. Until you tell him what’s been bothering you - a group of hilichurls stole your bag of snapdragon flowers - he’s going to be on guard and stressed out. He’s already throwing his claymore over his shoulder to go and fight the monsters that tried to upset you. Wow, what a good friend you say to Fischl. Fischl is ready to punt you off a cliff.

Razor tries his best to show that he likes you by bringing the things you need and looking like such a proud pup. He looks at you with such hopeful eyes that it takes you a second to register what he’s asking before you feel your own heart rate speed up and pound into your ears. You flush pink before you move to embrace him and ruffle his hair as praise as he nuzzles into your shoulder affectionally. You assume his affectious actions are apart of his wolf nature and how they act so you try not to read too deep into things. Even if Razor seems a bit too happy to be hugging you and receiving pets. Or the fact he doesn’t let anyone else pet him...

Bennet tries his best to help his friend out by giving Razor some advice but considering Bennet himself hasn’t been in a relationship yet, it’s all practical. Telling Razor that he’s seen couples bring each other flowers as a sign of affection, maybe Razor could find some plants to bring you? It ends horribly when he offers you a wolfhook and you just stare at him. He says that these are his feelings towards you but you’re just...so confused?? Wolfhooks have thorns so does that mean he thinks you’re clingy? Isn’t that a bad thing? Are you annoying to him?? But wolfhooks also symbolize wolves so is he saying you’re like family to him??? You’re internally screaming while debating if you just got family-zoned or if Razor is trying to subtly tell you that he doesn’t like you.

Just because Razor is, somehow, unsure if you actually like him or not. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get incredibly jealous and possessive at any unknown presence. He’s still a bit wary of the City due to all the conflicting smells and noises but he can’t help but look so sad when you have to run errands and you can’t visit him. But when you mention that a really nice knight gifted you a flower does Razor see red. He gave you a flower?? Shouldn’t you be happy with his? Why do you need another one when you have his? Is his gift not good enough? Is this your way of saying you’re interested in someone else? This poor boy is on the verge of either running off to go sulk or find the man that gave you this flower, which up until his knowledge - courtesy of Bennet - is a sign of courting, and absolutely destroy him to prove he’s the better partner.

He tries to keep it under wraps since he's been told that while in the City, he needs to exercise restrain and understand that if he enters. He's expected to at least respect the laws and people. But this poor wolf is so feral over this new development and this new smell that's been clinging onto you that whatever worries and isolation issues Razor felt about the city flies out the window as his protective instincts kick into overdrive. He sees other people and even pets as a rival for your attention and love. He just wants to scoop you up and growl at everything as a message to say “this is mine, go get your own”.

Even when the both of you are far away from the city, Razor’s continued mood seems to hang heavy over both your heads. You’re not sure what exactly caused Razor to be on high alert. He’s snapping and growling at everything little thing that comes close, even a butterfly!

You abruptly stop walking to Razor’s surprise as you whip around and frown at him. He can feel a chill run up his spine as he stands perfectly straight as you study him before you hold your palm out and looked at him expectantly. He looks at your hand with a small spark of perked attention before his nose twitches and he goes back to sulking. You’re still waiting for him as he shuffles a bit, his hair that resembled a wolf ear is twitching, before he whines and trots over and places his chin on your palm. He’s looking up at you with the most kicked puppy expression and you don’t even know what you did but you feel like the worse person in all of Teyvat.

“Razor...what’s gotten into you?” you ask gently as you rub circles into his cheek as he nuzzles into your palm. He seems really conflicted as his eyes dart away from your face and he almost looks guilty. He just whines and turns and buries his face into your warm palm. You’ve never really seen him like that before as you awkwardly try and comfort him. Until the same flower slips out of your pocket and you hear something primal growl out of Razor. His teeth are pulled back and he snarls at the flower as his pupils dilate. You quickly get between him and the poor flower before Razor tries to do anything.

“Seriously Razor, what’s gotten into you?” you asked concerned. He quickly shifts his attention to you as he pounces and knocks you over. You left off a soft noise as the wind get’s knocked out of you but you peep when his hands cage you from above. Razor’s red eyes bore into yours and you’re suddenly thinking the air is getting too hot.

“Do you like Razor?” he asks, tilting his head in a cute pout. It makes you internally coo before you quickly snap out of it. Stay focused!

“Of course I do! Remember we talked about this?” you say as you remember back to your previous interactions but this only seems to frustrate Razor more.

“No. Not that like. More...” Razor struggles with his words as he tries to piece together the right string of sounds to try and convey what he’s feeling. He seems so conflicted that it breaks your heart a bit. So you reach up and gently rub behind his ear as he closes his eyes and relaxes. He breathes in deeply as his eyes open and his pupils return to normal, but vastly determined.

“Together. Always. Just...us,” Razor says softly as he looks at you hopefully. There’s a small pink dust to his cheeks as his fang digs into his lip in nervousness. You’re not sure why but your heart absolutely sky rockets at it and you can feel your face flush pink.

“Um, yes?” you nod along, you think you’re understanding what he’s trying to say. Maybe he was just upset you were spending so much time in the City and away from him that he felt your friendship was neglected? That would make you really upset. But the way he phrases his words makes you believe that perhaps...

Before you can think more on it. Razor’s face breaks into a grin that nearly blinds you from the pure affection that sprouts from it. He’s already hugging you harder as he starts rubbing his nose and cheek against your neck. Making soft and happy sounds as he nuzzles you. He’s never done that before but you assume he’s just so happy. You breath a sigh of relief that it appears that your message to him was clear enough.

Yeah of course, friends always, you think

Lupical. Partner. Mate, Razor thinks.

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whistling as I pretend I don’t see your stares. Yeah ik but it’s ok. This is a sorta semi series. We’ll build upon it. But Xiao content is next lol. I’m taking inspiration from this. I mean, when I don’t feel like shit 😷

I’ve been listening to [ Softy - Dear Moon ]. This isn’t the usual kind of music I listen to but it came on shuffle and this is now my mental breakdown song.

Quick edit: Turns out this is an ost from “My Mister”. I’ve never been into kdramas (I think I’ve only seen goblin, she was pretty, and Hwarang) but the cover picture looks so upsetting? My friend is really into tgcf and I believe that had a live action as well.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin razor #genshin impact razor #genshin razor x reader #genshin impact razor x reader #razor x reader #razor #razor x aether #razor x lumine #razor headcanons

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flightfoot · 3 years

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Perspective From Another Timeline

Thanks to my betas @steelblaidd and Izzybusy!

I ADORE @buggachat new Bakery Enemies AU. This idea just kept on swirling through my head, I had to write it! This is set between parts 13 and 14, so after Adrien meets Alya and Nino but before Marinette starts sympathizing with him. AO3

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“You okay?”

Alya shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’ll be fine. I’ve weathered worse than that - we both have.”

Nino grinned at her. “True that.”

Alya smiled at him fondly, remembering Heroes Day. It was a bittersweet memory, with her having been turned against Nino and them both being akumatized.

But they had fought to protect each other as best they could. She’d seen Prime Queen’s footage, how Carapace had struggled to get her to fight against Dark Cupid’s magic, how he’d only given into despair after she’d given into akumatization.

“What did that blast do to us?” Nino wondered. “Everyone else the akuma blasted just disappeared. Why’re we still here?”

Alya’s brow furrowed. “I dunno… hold on, let me check to see whether any new info on the akuma’s been uploaded.”

Pulling out her phone, she tapped on the Akuma News Alert app.

An error message popped up, telling her that she had no internet connection.

Puzzled, Alya checked her phone’s other settings.

No wifi - no wifi even recognized, much less connectable - no cell service, no connection to the outside world at all.

She glanced over at Nino. “Hey, you got any signal?”

Taking out his own phone, he quickly checked his connection. He shook his head. “Not a single bar.”

Frowning, Alya looked around. “Maybe all the cell towers were taken out?”

Everything looked intact though, no sign of any destruction at all.

Something else caught Alya’s eye. “Hey Nino, what time should it be?”

Nino blinked. “Well I mean lunch just started so it should be a little past noon-”

He glanced around, noticing the long shadows and the pinkish-orange of the evening sky.

“-which it clearly is not anymore,” he concluded.

Great. “Guess Ladybug and Chat Noir must’ve taken a while to defeat the akuma,” she said, putting her phone away. “Hopefully my parents aren’t too worried. They like me to text them just after an akuma attack, but right now…?” she gestured to her pocket.

“My folks aren’t as worried,” Nino said. “But they still expect me back home before the sun goes down. They’ll be getting nervous soon.”

Alya let out a small sigh. “So much for playing Super Penguino together.”

“Hmmm…” Nino’s eyes gleamed. “You know… it’s not night just yet. And I’m sure my parents would understand if I was a few minutes late because I grabbed a bite to eat.”

Grabbed a bite to eat? What was Nino hinting at…?

Alya looked around at their location more closely.

Wait… that blast seemed to have carried them to that one park, the one near-

Alya grinned. “I think my parents will forgive me for not calling in if I bring them fresh-baked treats from the best bakery in Paris.”

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*ring ring*

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the store.

Instantly Alya felt her shoulders loosen up, releasing tension she didn’t even know she’d had. There was just something so warm and comforting about the bakery.

Of course, a lot of that was due to the people running it. Good luck finding more friendly, caring people than Marinette’s parents. Sabine often checked up on anyone who seemed to be struggling or upset (and ready to protect them if they were - Alya had seen the video of the time a TV crew decided to invade Marinette’s privacy), and Tom was basically a giant teddy bear in human form.

But neither of them were manning the counter today.

Instead a young woman stared back at them.

A very familiar-looking young woman.

“Marinette?” Alya asked cautiously.

The woman stared at her for a minute. “Alya?” she finally asked. “What happened to you?” She paled. “Did a new supervillain attack? Is that why you and Nino are younger?”

Huh. Weirdly scared reaction from Marinette. They’d all gotten used to supervillains by now. She’d expect an older Marinette to take them in stride even more than the current Marinette.

Hm… an older Marinette, a different time of day, and Marinette not seeming to know about the latest akuma attack?

“Marinette… what year is it?”

Marinette blinked for a moment. Her eyes widened.

Seemed Marinette understood what she was getting at.

She told Alya the date.

Her hunch was right. “We’re in the future,” Alya breathed.

A wicked grin slowly spread over her face.

Five years was a long time. A lot of things could have happened. A lot of information could’ve come to light.

Like Hawkmoth’s identity.

Or more information on the Miraculous.

But most importantly right now-

She leaned in close to Marinette, making sure to keep her voice down, just in case someone else was around in the back. “So did you ever get together with a certain blond-haired, green-eyed model?”

“Uh… what?” Marinette asked, looking puzzled.

Alya snapped her fingers. “Adrien. Did you and Adrien finally get together? Ooooh, if you did you’ve GOTTA tell me how the confession went! Or, no, wait, don’t tell me, I want to get the deets at the time. Just let me know how long I’ve got to wait, girl!”

Marinette just stared at her, slack-jawed. “Adrien… like ADRIEN AGRESTE?!” she said, her volume rising with every word.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up. “Um… yes…?”

She’d thought that Marinette would be glowing about finally getting together with her crush, or dejected about still not being able to spit out what she wanted to say to him, downcast over him rejecting her, or maybe even infuriated because he mistreated her and they subsequently broke up.

(The last one was VERY unlikely though. After the Felix debacle, she’d learned to have a bit more faith in Adrien’s good nature.)

Shock at the concept of dating him? Not something she’d anticipated.

Footsteps echoed from behind Marinette.

So one of Marinette’s parents must’ve been in the back-

Adrien popped his head around the corner.

Seemed both he AND Marinette had aged well.

Not that Adrien looked all that different. Taller, definitely, maybe with slightly messier hair and… were those earrings? They looked good on him.

“Hey dude!” Nino waved at his best friend. “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Adrien said, scratching the back of his neck.

“WOW those outfits really take the years off, huh?” Marinette said loudly, shoving them out the door. “Make you look smaller than usual. Well we better go talk about plans later okaybye-”

She promptly slammed the door behind them, physically pushing them away from the bakery.

After Marinette had dragged them a good distance away, Alya finally got over her shock, turning around and glaring at her. “What was that about?!” she asked Marinette indignantly, hands on her hips. “You know me, I wasn’t going to spill anything to him. That’s why I was talking so quietly! Why’d you have to do that?!”

Nino frowned, seeming more concerned than annoyed. “Adrien looked really hurt by that. Not cool.”

“There’s nothing to spill!” Marinette protested, gesticulating wildly. “I only met him for the first time two days ago!”

*record scratch*

Two-

Two DAYS ago?!

Ok, hold up.

“Adrien joined our collège class the day after I did! He sits in front of you in class! What’re you TALKING about?!”

“Uh… no…?” Marinette tilted her head to the side, befuddled. “I think I would remember that, even if it was a few years back.”

Alya let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, no kidding. He would be uh, difficult for you to forget. Heck, even if your memory was erased, you’ve got so much stuff revolving around him, I couldn’t see that lasting long.”

Marinette blushed. “Why do you think I have a crush on him?! He’s HAWKMOTH’S SON!”

“WHAT?!” Alya and Nino yelled in unison.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth a couple years ago,” Marinette explained, pulling out her phone.

A moment later she held it up, showing a blog post from the Ladyblog.

Oooh, that’s a nice graphical design. I’ll have to look into updating my site, Alya thought.

Turning her attention to the picture, she squinted. “Hey, can you enlarge the photo?” She asked.

Marinette complied, enlarging it and turning her phone sideways, letting it fill the entire screen.

Gabriel Agreste being led away in handcuffs by the police, with Ladybug and Chat Noir in the background. Ladybug looked satisfied, with maybe a twinge of melancholy, but Chat Noir…

He stared vacantly ahead, seemingly not focused on anyone or anything, a smile on his face - but the most forced one she’d ever seen.

“What’s wrong with Chat Noir?”

Marinette frowned, looking troubled. “I don’t know. He seemed really, really upset when Hawkmoth was defeated. It was a tough battle, bad enough that neither of them have returned since, but that doesn’t explain why-”

She trailed off, lost in thought.

A moment later she looked up, meeting Alya’s eyes.

Immediately she waved her hands around, trying to ward off… something. “I- I mean, that’s what I read on the Ladyblog and what I could piece together from video footage, it’s not like I was there, NOPE. I was huddled in my room the entire time. Not like I have any insight into what Chat Noir was acting like during the battle, not beyond what any other civilian would know! That would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” she let out a few forced guffaws.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up.

O...Kay…?

Maybe Marinette had been following Ladybug and Chat Noir during the final battle and hadn’t wanted anyone to know? She’d wondered whether Marinette might have a thing for Chat Noir, but her crush on Adrien dwarfed any feelings she might have had for him. Plus it’s not like Marinette would actually know Chat Noir, unlike Adrien.

Thinking about Adrien…

“He must’ve been devastated,” she murmured. Marinette looked at her questioningly. “Adrien, I mean,” Alya clarified. “Having your father turn out to be a terrorist? I can’t even imagine.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Not you TOO,” she said, her voice muffled.

Nino slowly started edging his way behind Marinette.

“What’s your problem with Adrien?” Alya asked. “Did he do something?”

Marinette glanced away. “Not… exactly… I just… I’m afraid that it might all be an act. That he might’ve been helping Hawkmoth secretly, and… and even if he wasn’t before, that he might just be biding his time, waiting until he figures out who Ladybug and Chat Noir and then BAM!” she slammed her fist down on her other hand. “He takes them out, steals all the Miraculous, frees his father and rules Paris FOREVER!”

Alya reached out towards Marinette tentatively. She collapsed into Alya’s arms.

Hugging her tightly, she sang a soft nonsense song, rubbing small circles in Marinette’s back.

She’d done this a few other times since she’d met Marinette, though she’d never thought she’d do it underneath these circumstances.

Whatever these circumstances actually were.

Did everyone have amnesia or…?

“Do you have any big memory gaps?” Alya asked once Marinette’s breathing had calmed down. “Especially from five years ago?”

Marinette shook her head.

She’d shelve that theory for now then. More likely it was…

“An alternate timeline, huh?” Alya said.

Marinette looked up at her questioningly.

“That’s what I think this is,” Alya explained. “I WAS thinking that maybe there’d been some sort of mass amnesia, but if you don’t have any memory gaps - and trust me girl, with how involved you were with Adrien, there WOULD be memory gaps - that seems unlikely. I’m betting this is some sort of alternate universe, one where Adrien never got to go to school.”

“I still don’t get why you think there’s something between me and Adrien!” Marinette said. “I mean sure, he’s pretty, but did I really fall for him just for that?”

Alya shook her head. “Actually, you hated him at first. Chloe’d been bragging about how he was her friend, and with that on top of you catching him trying to remove the gum Chloe’d planted on your seat and mistaking it for him PLANTING the gum… well… both of us just assumed he was a spoiled rich bully, just like Chloe. Luckily that turned out not to be the case.”

“How’d that misunderstanding get cleared up?” Marinette asked. “And how did your Marinette jump from that to crushing on him?”

Alya grinned. Marinette had ranted about this moment to her SO. MANY. TIMES.

“School let out later that day. It was raining and Marinette had forgotten her umbrella, so she hung back a moment, long enough for Adrien to approach her. At first she looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge his greeting. But then he told you - told her I mean - that he hadn’t done it, promised that he’d just been trying to take it off with such sincerity that she had no choice but to believe it. He opened up to her, even though she’d been shunning him just moments ago. And finally he gave her his umbrella, just because he could. Because it was the kind thing to do. She’s been a goner ever since.”

The Marinette in her arms looked away. “I can see why she might have developed a crush on him. But I still dunno whether I trust him.”

“I don’t know whether I have anything that could convince you on that,” Alya admitted, “especially since this is probably a different timeline, and for all I know he could be evil here. Just make sure that you’re judging him on his own merits, okay? Not who he’s associated with. Not his fault he has so many crappy people in his life.”

“I’ll… take it under consideration,” Marinette said reluctantly.

Marinette looked from side to side. “Where’d Nino go?”

“Oh, he snuck back into the bakery several minutes ago.”

“WHAT?!”

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Nino opened the door to the bakery, letting out a small sigh of relief. He really wanted to check in on his best friend, and judging by Marinette’s behavior, she wasn’t exactly keen on him or Alya chatting with Adrien.

Thinking back on what he’d just heard, he frowned.

He wished he could say that he’d never have suspected that Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

That he didn’t think Adrien’s old man could ever be capable of such evil.

But he knew better.

The guy threatened to withdraw Adrien from school and isolate him from everyone else at the drop of a hat, paid little attention to his son when he was at home, and was a very negative influence on his life in general. He might have been grieving, but… so was Adrien. He needed the only parent he had left.

And instead Gabriel had chosen to respond by becoming a supervillain and terrorizing Paris, endangering his own son in the process.

He really wished he’d gotten to hit Hawkmoth with his turtle shield more. At least he got to relish the smack he got in.

“You’re back!”

Nino looked towards the voice.

Adrien walked closer to him, a tentative grin on his face. “I didn’t think you’d return so soon!”

“I had to come back to talk to my best friend,” Nino said.

“Best friend?” Adrien asked, blank-faced.

Oh, right. According to Marinette, Adrien hadn’t joined their class. She hadn’t even met Adrien until recently.

Had some sort of memory-wiping akuma attacked? Wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Do you know who I am?” Nino asked, pointing at himself.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… well I know you’re friends with the Ladyblogger and Marinette, and… sorry, that’s it.”

He looked really apologetic, like a dog who’d ripped up a bunch of toilet paper and acted guilty about it once caught.

Hm. If it had been a memory-erasing akuma, maybe he could jog Adrien’s memory…?

And even if it wasn’t, he wanted to let Adrien know that someplace, somewhere, people cared about him. If Marinette’s reaction to him was any indication, he’d need that reassurance. Being looked at with suspicion, having people run from you just because of who your dad was, thinking that you might’ve been involved in his crimes… he couldn’t imagine.

“You joined our class the day after Hawkmoth first attacked,” Nino told him, pulling out his phone.

Adrien shook his head, looking confused. “Uh… no? I wanted to, I REALLY wanted to go to school, but Father-”

He cut himself off, looking away.

“Marinette said the same thing,” Nino told him. “That you hadn’t enrolled in our class, that she’d only met you recently. I don't know what that’s about, whether everyone’s memories were wiped, or an akuma messed with the past, or what.”

Come on, come on, where was it- ah!

He clicked on a photo, one taken a few months ago, holding his phone up so his friend could get a better look.

Adrien squinted for a moment. His eyes widened. “That’s-!”

Nino nodded. “Our class photo. The official one, anyway.” He chuckled. “I liked our unofficial ones better.” Swiping to the side, he showed the new ones the class had taken at the park.

Adrien’s jaw dropped more with every new photo. He let out an involuntary bark of laughter at the one of himself, Nino, Kim, and Juleka posing. “I- I always wanted to mess around like that at photoshoots,” Adrien said. His voice trembled slightly. “But I wouldn’t be able to get away with it. And that’s mostly fun when you can share it with friends, at least share the picture, and I- I couldn’t. Chloe wouldn’t have appreciated it, and L-”

He cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Luka?” Nino asked.

He didn’t know why Adrien would know Luka and not anybody else, but he seemed the most likely option.

“Uh…” Adrien scratched the back of his neck, looking away.

Hm, he’d have to see if he had- ah!

“You played in Kitty Section too, with Luka, Rose, Ivan, and Juleka.” Nino explained, clicking on the video.

Adrien’s hands shook as Nino handed him the phone, watching the mini-concert.

“I- I was allowed to- I got to-” Adrien’s voice quavered.

“Not at first.” Nino grimaced, remembering how bummed Adrien had sounded when he called him. “Your old man said that Agrestes were soloists, and that we were all bad influences.”

“HE was the bad influence,” Adrien said. A current of anger, of venom ran through his voice that Nino had never heard before.

“Well I already knew that, even before finding out he was Hawkmoth,” Nino said, making a face. “Dude needed to chill out.”

Adrien snorted. “If he had any ‘chill’ he wouldn’t have decided that becoming a supervillain was the best way to heal my mother.”

Oh.

So THAT was why Gabriel had done it.

He’d just thought it was standard ‘I’m an asshole and want to rule the world while being a jackass to everyone in my life’ behavior.

(He still wasn’t going to rule out that being a factor.)

Nino put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder sympathetically. “At least he’s gone now and you’re free, right?”

“Right,” Adrien said. He didn’t meet Nino’s eyes.

“Not you TOO,” Marinette had said, burying her face in her hands.

As if she found it exasperating that Alya sympathized with Adrien. As if she had expected differently.

Those worries she’d voiced as Nino had been tiptoeing away, about Adrien helping Hawkmoth, about him lying in wait, biding his time… Marinette probably wasn’t the only one to have that concern. And with Adrien’s face being as well-known as it was...

“You AREN’T free, are you?” Nino asked, eyes wide.

Adrien sighed. “I was as surprised as everyone else when I found out who Hawkmoth was. That someone who’s caused that much harm, that much trauma to this city, lived in my own house.” He clenched his fists, digging into his jean’s fabric. “I could barely believe it… no… I didn’t WANT to believe it.”

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I- I only remember snippets from right after his arrest. The police chief talking to me. Riding back to the station. It’s all a blur. Everything felt like I was processing it underwater. It was all so blurry and muffled. Even- even then, though, I could feel everyone’s accusing stares.” “I understand why, don’t get me wrong,” he cut in hurriedly. “Who wouldn’t be suspicious of the son of the terrorist who’s been making everyone’s life miserable for the past four years?” Adrien almost panted with exertion, his eyes wild. “And- and it was happening in my own house! Underneath my nose! I should have KNOWN! I could’ve stopped this!”

Reaching out, Nino pulled his friend into a hug.

Adrien stiffened for a moment, before melting into his embrace.

“It’s his fault, not yours,” Nino murmured. “Remember that, dude. He was the adult. He was your parent. Your ONLY remaining parent. I’ve met the guy. And I’ve heard you talk about what he’s like. If you had investigated more?” Nino shuddered, thinking about the disproportionate punishments the bastard had enacted. “And knowing he was HAWKMOTH on top of that? I’m kinda glad you didn’t. Yeah, maybe you could’ve ended things sooner. Or maybe he would’ve hurt you more before you had the chance. I’m just glad you survived.”

“I-” Adrien’s throat sounded tight. “I’m- I’m glad I survived too.”

They stood there for a moment, Nino feeling Adrien’s breath go in-and-out, his heartbeat racing, until it gradually started to slow.

*ring ring*

Adrien and Nino broke up their hug just as Marinette burst through the door, Alya on her heels. She skidded to a halt in front of Adrien - but not quite in time, sending her careening towards the floor.

She never made contact.

“Woah!” Adrien shouted, catching her in his arms.

Nino detected a hint of pink to Marinette’s cheeks before she abruptly sprang to her feet.

“So, uh,” Marinette said awkwardly. “I’m guessing Nino talked to you about some stuff. I mean, of course he talked to you about stuff, because that’s what talking is about. What- what I mean is, what were you two talking about?”

“I wanted to show him how much we care about him,” Nino told her. “Especially since with this… amnesia?”

“I think it’s an alternate timeline,” Alya said.

“Especially since in this timeline,” Nino continued, “it really doesn’t seem like he had anyone.”

“I had a couple other friends,” Adrien told him quietly, giving a melancholic smile. “But I lost contact with them right after Hawkmoth’s defeat.”

Noticing Nino’s frown, he hastily added, “they didn’t abandon me or anything! They were online friends. One moved somewhere without internet reception, and the other... we never knew each other’s names. But we talked all the time. We chatted, laughed, defeated villains together…”

“In the video games we played, of course!” he added after a moment. He chuckled fondly. “We played as a team. Together, we were unstoppable, no matter what our opponent threw at us.”

Adrien swallowed. “But in the aftermath of Hawkmoth’s defeat, with all the turmoil, with everything that happened… I lost my means of contacting her. I- I don’t know whether I’ll ever get to see her again.”

“We’d promised to meet up after Hawkmoth’s defeat,” Adrien said. His voice cracked. “That- that once it was safer in Paris, we’d finally tell our names.”

His eyes dropped to the ground. “Instead, we lost each other. Maybe for good.”

“I know what that’s like,” Marinette said. She sounded strangely distant. “I had a friend like that too. I cared about him. A lot. Maybe… maybe even as more than a friend.” She said the last part haltingly, as if she’d only just admitted it to herself. “He- he wanted to know who I was. For me to know who he was. But- but I couldn’t do that. Not in Hawkmoth’s Paris. I already cared for him so much it ached. If I was closer to him than that- if I’d accepted his rose- I’m- I’m afraid Hawkmoth might’ve used the strength of those feelings against me. That I could’ve gotten akumatized, or he might’ve, and if we knew who each other was, knew WHERE the other one was… I just… I couldn’t accept that we might be sent to hurt each other.”

“We talked while the final battle was raging,” she continued. “He seemed really upset, more angry than I’ve ever seen him before, but… also kind of sad. I wanted to know what was wrong, but there wasn’t really time to press him. And after that battle he just… disappeared. I knew there was going to be some sort of disruption, but- but I’d thought we’d have more time to talk beforehand, that we’d be able to exchange new contact information. We were cut off before we had the chance.”

“I- I think of him every day,” she said quietly. “Wondering how he’s doing. He was always so positive, no matter what life threw at us. I hope that wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, he hasn’t lost that positivity, that optimism, the ability to see the best in the world and in others.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to know you cared for him so much,” Adrien said, giving her a warm smile.

Marinette blinked, giving herself a small shake. She turned to Alya. “I dunno whether you’ll remember any of this after the Ladybug in your time restores anything, but on the off-chance you do, is there anything you need to know?”

“Oh!” Alya pulled up some footage. “You told me who Hawkmoth was, but what about Mayura?”

“Mayura?”

“Who?”

Alya snapped her fingers. “You know, the Peacock Miraculous wielder, the one summoning the sentimonsters! Did she not exist in this universe?”

She pulled up part of the fight against Mayura, the sentimonster Ladybug, and Hawkmoth.

The video ended, she took another glance at Marinette and Adrien.

Marinette seemed to be in shock, staring straight ahead.

Adrien frowned, thinking. “I’d wondered for a long time how Father managed to hide his supervillain activities from Nathalie, considering she was around him most of the time. I thought maybe she was just really good at never asking questions.”

He grimaced. “Looking at that? I’m betting she didn’t ask questions because she already knew the answers.”

“You think Mayura’s Nathalie?” Alya questioned.

He nodded. “Unless something’s different in your universe. My father doesn’t have a lot of associates, and the way he acted around Mayura there, how he was willing to pass up a chance to fight Ladybug for her Miraculous in exchange for catching her… the only people I can think of who he’d do that for are my mother and Nathalie, and mom…” he trailed off.

“I- I didn’t even think about that,” Marinette said guiltily. “I remember reading something about Gabriel having a secretary, but I didn’t think about her much beyond that.”

“Maybe you could ask this universe’s Alya to post something on the Ladyblog, telling Ladybug and Chat Noir she has a lead on who Mayura is?” Alya said. “I mean, I know they haven’t shown up in ages, but maybe that’s just because they haven’t had reason to.”

Marinette winced. “I… really don’t think that’s it… plus Ladybug and Chat Noir never said that someone was helping Hawkmoth. Mayura never appeared, at least in public. I don’t know what we can do about this right now, especially without proof. Maybe if Ladybug and Chat Noir appeared, but…”

She sounded doubtful. Alya was beginning to think that the final battle was even worse than Marinette had alluded to.

She hesitated a moment, before turning to Adrien. “I- I think I owe you an apology. I thought you might’ve been helping Hawkmoth, but… well… I was just judging you by who your dad was. You’ve been nothing but sweet and kind.”

Adrien smiled at her, though it was slightly strained. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. A lot of people in this city have suffered at Hawkmoth’s hands. I don’t blame them for being scared, or angry at any reminders of him.”

“That doesn’t make it RIGHT,” Marinette said heatedly.

Nino nodded. “Dude just because something’s done to you it doesn’t mean it’s justified, or that it shouldn’t be made better. Like with your old man forbidding parties. I didn’t let that stop me from bribing your bodyguard into letting me and the other guys throw a party at your place for you!”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It kinda escalated though. I think half the guys at Paris were partying in your room by the end!”

Alya gave Nino a sideways look. “And ONLY the guys because they ditched us girls while we were planting trees with a lame excuse. Seriously if you’d said you wanted to throw a party for Adrien while his dad was away, you could’ve just told us!”

Nino winced. “Yeah, my bad. At least we got to have fun there for a while before the akuma attack.”

“Akuma attack?” Adrien asked, eyes wide. “But I thought you said Father was gone!”

“He was- OOOOOOOH.”

“Yeeaaaah I don’t think he was actually gone,” Alya said. “You threw a ‘secret’ party in Hawkmoth’s house, WHILE he was still at home.”

Adrien gaped at Nino. “How’re you not DEAD?!”

Nino chuckled. “Lucky I guess?”

*twinkle twinkle*

A familiar red mass flew towards Alya and Nino.

Adrien’s eyes widened.

“Behind the portrait!” he blurted out, just as the two of them were enveloped by the ladybugs, spiriting them off to whence they came.

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you think they heard?” Adrien asked Marinette.

“I hope so,” she said, looking off in the direction the ladybugs flew.

She turned to him. “I was planning on setting up some hang out time with Alya and Nino later this week. If you’re not busy… would you like to join?”

His smile told her everything she needed to know.

#bakery enemies au #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #marinette dupain cheng #buggachat

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Who's the hardest dom? And who's best at punishments

oop im giving my top 3-

— hard dom! iwa, daichi, ushijima + slapping + punishments + talk of bratty reader + sub / dom dynamics + use of the word ‘cunt’ for iwas scenario

— iwaizumi: to me, hajime is the hardest dom. don’t question his rules, don’t question him when he tells you to do something. he just falls naturally into a roll where it’s his job to protect you, look after you, make sure all your needs are taken care of and always keeps your best interest in mind. that’s why it’s best to follow what he says with a smile, in the end what he does and tells you to do are done with your best interest in mind. a happy and satisfied partner is what he wants.

he can’t stand when you’re being bratty, all he has to do is look at you with a stern glance and it has you almost physically shrinking. he’s not easy on his punishments when you do something real bad, like touch yourself without permission. he hates it when you play with something that belongs to him- he can’t help the possessive nature he has.

“h-hajime.” you whimper, hands numb and throbbing from your weight. it sounded so easy to do when he looked at you with a piercing gaze, telling you to lay back on your hands or else you’d be in more trouble than you were.

the only response to your whine is a swift slap to your cunt, hard enough to make you recoil.

“who said you could talk?” he hisses, pulling away. it seems you’ve forgotten everything he’s taught you. this is what he gets for being soft on you.

you quickly tuck your lips between your teeth, biting down on them so you don’t slip up again, you’ve already pushed him enough.

seeing you try so hard to please him, to try and calm the displeasure of seeing you fucking yourself pathetically without letting him know let’s him relax. why would you exert yourself, pathetically stuffing fingers that barely reach anything when he’s right there for you? you know you can’t do a good enough job to make you cum like he can.

“good. you’re so good to me.” he responds at your desperation. it makes you lean into every word, chasing the high it gives you.

“too bad you were being naughty, makes this so much harder for me.”

iwaizumi detaches from you completely, leaving you drenched in your arousal, alone.

he spares a glance back as he walks out of the room.

“lay there and think about your actions.” is all he says, and you do. you’d wait for him forever if it meant having him finally fuck you in the end.

his punishments are the worst, will leave you in the same spot, hands under you, no touching, for hours. his resolve to keep you whiny and desperate is something incredible, you can beg and cry all you want, but unless he feels you’ve earned it you will absolutely not cum.

— daichi: i don’t think he’s as 100% dominant as iwa, can fuck you with no need for you to submit to him. he’s with you because he loves you, willing to push away any of his own preferences in bed just to see you cum hard. however, he also seems to be a provider, he takes the roll of someone calling shots because he likes taking your pleasure into his own hands. like iwa, he learns your body very quick and knows how to make you feel real good. so why would you need to do anything other than be good and take it? if you’re a good little thing for him, he would reach the sun out of the sky for you.

but if you ever do something naughty, like flirt with someone to get back at him, you’re in for a long night. he can’t stand seeing another try and come in and act like they could treat you better than he can. it’s near impossible. he’s proud to say what a good partner he is. so he quickly swoops in, a kind smile playing on his face while he introduces himself as your man, all the while his fingers are digging into your side, squeezing rhythmically with each sickly kind word that leaves him.

“is this what you want?” he asks, three of his fingers have been curling inside you for a long, long time now. with every brush against a patch of nerves that sets you alight- makes your eyes roll back and hips jump up and down.

“or do you want them to touch you?” he questions, referring to the guy he pulled you away from. he removes his fingers from you while asking, letting you know what’d you be missing if it wasn’t for him.

“n-no! i want you! i want you!” you sob, shaking at how long it took him to just move inside you and now he’s taken that away again. you curl your hands to his shirt, trying with everything you have to bring him close to you.

seeing you like this has him crash his lips against yours, nodding, but promising that if he ever sees you flirt with someone again- he’ll use you to cum, he’ll use your body to finish and pull away everytime you’re about to. it’s not an empty threat and with that, you comply.

he makes you promise, makes you tell him how much you love him and how he’s the one for you while he fingers you, coating his strong hand in your cum and arousal. it’s easy, he thinks it’s so easy to bring you there- he’s mapped out every part of you that makes you feel good because he loves you so much.

his punishments are always fast and intense. daichi is patient and a little hard headed, but loves you so much it hurts him to see you wanting. will bring you to the peak of pleasure over and over again, not fucking you until he- or you can’t take it anymore. it’s an entanglement of limbs, desperate and heavy.

— ushijima: with his stature and build, it comes naturally. with how people regard him, with respect and a little bit of fear he’s fit into a mold that shapes out a person with a sure fire dominant personality. i’d say that he’s the least dom of the three, just because i don’t think he knows what a dominant is, really. just knows that he likes being the one to set the pace, knows it’s expected of him when he’s so big and strong. he doesn’t mind it, likes seeing you teary eyed and whining up at him while he pounds into you.

you should have known now what a bad idea it was to rile ushijima up when he was busy.

but you couldn’t help it, with sweats hung low on carved hips, bulge of him so apparent in the light gray when he’s not even hard! makes you dizzy. but he’s on the phone and has already told you to knock it off. with a huff you decide to go for a dirty trick you have up your sleeve.

it doesn’t take long for you to find a toy, a cute little dildo that you haven’t used- haven’t had to use with a stallion like wakatoshi as your boyfriend- in ages. you use your own wetness as lube, a testament to how much you needed your wakatoshi.

it’s a hard and fast pace you’ve set, making sure to moan as loud as you can, scream out his name to get his attention. if he won’t fuck you, then you guess you have to take matters into your own hands.

and it works, you’re nearly there so close you can taste the sweet buzz it gives you- you don’t hear the padding of his footfalls. he ends the call immediately when he sees you, dripping onto the bed.

he sees the dildo pumping in and out of you, and is angry.

it’s almost an insult to his pride. with long strides he grabs your shaky hands, stopping your movement and the progression of your orgasm.

he slides the toy out, letting it drop to the floor before he pulls you up, grabbing your arms to plop you onto the center of the bed.

“you think that can make you cum better than i can?” he questions, voice something akin to a growl while he hooks his sweats down, proud member already long and hard. it’s stands by itself, bobbing with each jump of his dick, knowing that he’s about to fuck you like an animal.

“n-no.” you answer truthfully, nothing could compare to him. he nods, grabbing himself to line up with you, your eyes go wide. is he not going to prep you?

he responds like he just read your mind-

“you’ve prepped yourself enough with that piece of plastic.” he spits.

he makes you say nothing but his name for the rest of the night, makes you tell him who makes you feel good, makes you tell him what you already know.

his punishments are fast and fleeting, never lasting more than the session. he’s attentive and careful with you, him being dominant is a way to take care of you, never leaving you unsatisfied- no matter how insatiable you are.

#iwaizumi #daichi #ushijima #haikyuu smut #smut #iwaizumi smut #ushijima smut #daichi smut #iwaizumi hajime #daichi sawamura #ushijima wakatoshi #iwaizumi x reader #daichi x reader #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #requests #asks #— no face. 🐉

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