#put your hand in mine you know that I want to be with you all the time you know that I won’t stop until I make you mine

[lecl3rcw]

KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | leclerc brothers x reader

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“Y/N, it’s the middle of the fucking night in Monaco? You better have a good ass reason too wake me up” Arthur groaned at his twin as he groggily.

“You won’t believe it.” She says

“What?”

“THE BENGALS INVITED ME TO THEIR GAME” she says, a sudden burst of excitement ran through her

“Who are the bengals again?” He sighs

“….”

“Oh wait, it’s that one dude you like, what was his name again Joe Burrow?”

“YEAH AND GET THIS, I can bring up to 5 people, so you’re coming and so are Charles, Alex, Lorenzo and Maman” she says excitedly.

“Who says I’m going?” He says, earning himself a scowl.

“You don’t want to come?” She says, “well I mean not really”

“Ofcourse you don’t! I always show up for your events and you never show up for mine” she says, maliciousness lacing her tone.

“Y/N please, this isn’t your event, you’re not walking the runway or attending a premiere” he says, his tone now matching hers.

“Well even if I was, not like you’d show up anyways” she mutters.

“What are you yapping about? You’re being so dramatic, I mean not everything revolves around you okay? Some of us have actual problems” he says giving the final blow.

The girl takes a deep breath to collect her self. All her life she had spent living in the shadows of her siblings. She just wanted someone to show up for her, she remembers her first runway show, she had 4 seats reserved for her family yet when she walked out, all 4 of those chairs were empty, why? Because Charles had a last minute deals with a brand. They called and apologized and Ofcourse she put a brave face on, but only the walls of her room heard the way she cried herself to sleep that night.

“You know what? I’m going to let that slide, I don’t know what’s going on with you but I hope you make peace with yourself, and you don’t have to come, I’ll just ask Charles and Enzo. But anyways goodnight” she says

“Y/N-” Arthur tries to interrupt but she hangs up before he can say anything.

Had she overreacted? She felt a sudden rush of guilt overcome her. She couldn’t help but overthink. Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a FaceTime call from her brother's girlfriend.

"Hey babygirl" Alexandra says, "Hey bae, what's up?" she says propping her phone up on the table.

“Just checking in with you and your man situation” Alex says, her and Charles were in the Maldives, “oh it’s good, I got invited to the bengals game so” she replies, “WAIT THATS SO GOOD” Alex says excitedly, Y/N smiles.

“Do you and Charles want to come with me?” She asks hopeful, “well Charles will be preparing for his race but I can definitely come!! When is it?” She asks, “next week!”

“Oh yeah I can definitely make it!” She says,

“Ok we can fly together!! But I I’ll see you next week love ya!” She says hanging up.

The week came even before she could blink.

“So Y/N you excited?” Alexandra says, and Y/N nods.

When they arrive at the stadium, Y/N is immediately greeted by the bengals team.

“Thankyou so much for being our guest, I’m the head coach Zac Taylor” a man says reaching his hand to which she smiles and accepts.

“This is my friend Alexandra!” She says as Alex also shakes his hand, from the corner of her eye, Y/N could feel a certain pair of blue eyes stare at her, and her cheek flushed more.

She waves to the rest of the team, however the man with blue eyes seems to approach her first. “Hey, my name is Joe, I’m the quarterback” he says extending his hand, “I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what that it” Y/N chuckles shaking his hand which caused him to smile.

“Well if you umm give me your number maybe some time could teach you about football” he says very smoothly, which causes her to get flustered.

“Oh yeah, d-definitely! Here” she says giving him her number as he smiles, “you have such a beautiful smile” Joe says bringing up her hand to his lips before letting it go, “I’ll talk to you later” he says waving before going to get ready for his game. She just stands there in shock wondering what happened.

Alexandra squeals, “I saw that!! Y/N he so likes you” she says hugging the girl.

Y/N laughs and shakes her head, but the whole time she couldn’t take her eyes of him.

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[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Face Sitting (Chris)

Request: reader rides chris’ face for the first time and he ends up shooting his load all over himself because it was so hot to him and her dirty talking was getting to him and everything was just so hot then the reader grinds against his stomach/chest using his cum to slide back and forth and end up cumming on him again while he jerks off because it’s hot to him

Warnings: short, plus sized reader, oral (m/f receiving), stomach riding, jerking off, slight degradation if you squint, cumming untouched, dom!chris

Y/n’s Pov

It had been a long and stressful day for both me and Chris for separate reasons. We were both extremely relieved to finally be able to just chill at my apartment for the rest of the evening without any more stress. Currently, we were lying in bed, Chris had his head on my stomach as I played with his hair. “Hey babe?” Chris asked, “Yes?” “Can we try something new? I’m hornyyyyy!” he whined. He rolled his head to look up at me with a pouty face, “What do you wanna try?” I asked intrigued, “I want you to sit on my goddamn face.” he groaned out.

I was pretty surprised he said that considering I’m not exactly some skinny bitch, but I was also skeptical because of that. “I don’t know, I don’t want to like crush you.” I told him, Chris laughed before saying “You’re not gonna crush me ya goof!” I gave him an unamused look, causing him to stop laughing.

“I’m serious, I really want you to sit on my face. Please, it sounds so hot!” he begged again, “Okay, I guess we can try it.” I told him. Within seconds, Chris was on top of me, harshly pressing his lips against mine, causing me to let out a surprised moan. He pulled away to slide off my shirt, now leaving me in only my panties as I wasn’t wearing any pants.

Almost instantaneously, Chris pulled off his sweatpants and boxers in one go before taking off my panties as well. He flipped us over so I was now on top, helping me rock my hips against his for a minute, spreading my wetness across his already hard cock. Chris laid back before sliding me up to his stomach “Ride my fucking face like a slut!” he growled, moving us both so I was now hovering over his face.

Chris pulled me down onto his face, groaning at the taste as he ran his tongue through my folds. I was trying my best not to put my full weight on him as he started harshly suck on my clit, but Chris didn’t like that. He immediately pulled me all the way down on his face before harshly grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.

After sending me a wink, he went back to sucking on my clit but quickly switched to giving it little licks before flicking it with his tongue. I had one hand on the headboard while the other slipped down to grab his hand, “Oh fuck, Chris- mhmm! F-Feels so good!” I whined out.

Chris let out another groan against me when he stuck his tongue into my hole and swirling it around. This made me buck my hips forward slightly causing him to let out an extremely whiny, needy moan. “S-So good! Such a good boy for me!” I moaned, causing Chris to start fucking into me with his tongue.

He brought his hands up towards my waist to make me grind against his face before bringing one hand up to choke me. I let out an extremely loud moan when he squeezed my throat harder and started sucking at my entrance, “Fuck! So c-close, gonna cum all over your pretty face!” I cried out.

Chris slapped my ass, making me realize I was now grinding on his face without his help anymore. He let out deep growl as I started to move my hips a bit faster, moaning loudly when I felt myself cum. “Oh shit- yeah, right there! Fuck, Chris- you’re s-so good!” I whined out, after I came down from my high Chris helped me moved down towards his stomach.

I didn’t really register the fact that his stomach was wet since I was still a bit dazed from my high. I looked down at him to see him breathing heavily and smiling with a fucked out expression, “Holy fuck, that was so hot! You literally just made me cum all over myself without even touching me!” he panted out.

His face was still wet with my cum but his expression was something else, he looked so hot right now. I let out another whine when his hands on my hips made me slide down his stomach a bit more as it stimulated my sensitive clit a little. Chris experimentally rocked me back and forth on his stomach a bit, groaning at the why I could easily move thanks to his cum.

“Ride my stomach, c’mon make yourself cum again like a slut.” he demanded, making me grind onto him hard. I’ll admit this was a new feeling but it felt amazing, “Spit in my hand for me babe.” Chris told me, making me a bit confused but nonetheless I complied. My confusion was quickly replaced with shock when I hear the sound of his slick hand rubbing his cock. “Are you really jerking off right now?” I question with a giggle.

Chris’ hand came up to grip my throat again, “Shut the fuck up and grind your needy little pussy against me!” he growled as we both sped up our movements. I quickly felt my high approach and before I knew it, I was cumming all over his stomach. I immediately got off of him and went down to suck his cock, harshly sucking on the head while massaging his balls.

His hands came to push my head all the way down on his cock before letting out a deep groan and cumming down my throat. I pulled off with a pop before looking up at him and licking the mixture of our cum off of his stomach. I licked all the way up to his mouth before making out with him. Chris groaned as he tasted the cum on my tongue before he flipped up over.

We lazily and sloppily made out until he pulled away “Open.” he demanded while grabbing onto my chin. I complied and immediately let out a whine when he spit into my mouth, “Swallow slut.” he growled, I did as he said and stuck my tongue out to show him I listened. “Good girl, always listen to me so well. Now let’s go get cleaned up my love.” he said helping me up, we took a quick shower and changed into new pajamas.

Once we were done, we went back to the bedroom, Chris changed the sheets before we laid down. I cuddled into his side, “The was definitely something fun, I love you handsome.” I told Chris while stroking his hair. “Oh yeah, we’re totally fucking doing that again. That was an amazing experience, thank you for trying it out with me. I love you more angel.” he replied back, placing a kiss on my neck before we slowly drifted off to sleep. We were now both content with the outcome of or say since it felt like the stress had basically felted away.

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[lv2mt]

hungry

this is my first time writing smut feel free to give me any tips☺️

the sun was reflecting of his skin, sweat was dripping off his body, the way he would bite his lips out of frustration. you was mesmerized by the married man in font of you.

you had known art for a couple of years you both meet up a lot there has never been sexual tension between you and art but recently he's all you've ever needed.

art finished his practice and you both went back to his car, for some reason the car drive was silent but you didn't mind because being with him just made your mind go to the most dirtiest imagination.

"y/n?" art said breaking the silence "yeah" i took my eyes of the window to look at him, he looked frustrated like he needed something. "i need to talk to you about something" he looked back at me but his eyes travelled to my lips then back on the road.

my body knew what he wanted and it turned me on even more. "sure what's up?" his hand gripped on the wheel making his hand pop out in veins. "this tension between us, i can't help but want you" i was shocked hearing that come out his mouth but it made me hungry for him.

i didn't know what to say i wanted him to have me, do anything to me but i just couldn't think of how to word it. "this tension i feel it your all i can think about but you have a wife art i don't want to ruin that for you" i said still looking at him but then looked out the window to notice he's pulled up in some empty parking lot.

he turned his head to look at me, his eyes was cold like he was demanding that he wanted me. “don’t worry about her” his tone of voice sounded so careless but it was attractive.

i couldn’t hold it in anymore i took the lead and kissed him, his lips was soft our lips just felt meant for each other like a jigsaw piece.

he slipped his tongue in my mouth, one hand traveling to my hips as the other on my cheek. our breaths filling up the car, all i could think about was him in me i needed it, i needed it now.

“you don’t know how much i’ve been needing this” art said in between kissing, “oh yea baby” his lips moving down to my neck marking it as his and i loved it.

he pulled back his seat and i sat on his lap his hand traveling up my summer dress, his fingers rubbing my heat feeling the wetness of my panties. “already this wet hm” his voice sounded so hot “mhm”

his fingers now in me, at first he was going slow i knew what he wanted, he wanted me to beg and that’s what i did “art go faster please” he smiled looking at me, mesmerised by the woman who’s begging for him. his pace fastens even putting another finger up me, my head on his chest moaning.

“you feel so good” i try to say “oh yea?” art replies back then slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers, he then continues to lick the cum of them, i needed him in me i couldn’t wait much longer but he already knew that.

i lifted up a bit so he could take his shorts and boxers off while i took my thong off, we didn’t have a condom but i was on the pill so that didn’t matter. “you ready baby” he asked i nodded in approval.

his big dick going in me stretching me out, my eyes watering from the slight pain but that soon went as i started to thrust on him making us both moan.

the car shaking making it obvious what we was doing on the outside but we didn’t care, the thought of us getting caught just made it even more sexy.

our lips numbing from the force of us making out. “y/n i’m gonna cum” them words coming out his mouth triggered me to go even faster. hearing the moans and grunts coming out his mouth was like listening to music.

the faster i got the more closer we both was so coming it wouldn’t take long now. his hands gripped on my waist and his head rolled back leaving a empty space on his neck, i kissed all down it making one of his hand grip on my hair.

a couple of minutes went by and i felt his warm load in me and mine on his. he was still in me but we was still, not moving and now just catching our breaths. i lifted myself back up making his dick exit me.

he put his boxer and shorts back on n i put my panties back on making us now clothed again. “your neck” art said shocked of what he did, i moved and sat back in the passenger seat getting my phone and looking in the camera.

my eyes widened the trail of hickeys all down my neck “oh my god art!” i said but i didn’t bother me it shows that i am now his. we both laughed about my neck “i guess i was just in the moment to even realise” we both just laughed and smiled at each other.

“that was fun” i said hoping to get the same response back “we should do it again be our little secret” i once again nodded my head as approval and he gave me a peck on my head.

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[micaluvssoccer]

Girl next door: Nika Mühi story

Chapter six

Micaellas POV

they both say good night and they walk out and I watch them leave not realizing a tear falling. Ice walks over and she comforts me. I say I have enough room in my bed for four people and my couch has room for 9 yall are welcome to stay if you’d like to. They all say yay and they start arguing over who's gonna sleep where. I say or I can set up some sleeping bags as well. The girls say that’s probably better momma we want to be near you instead of on the couch and I say okay babies and then I grab the sleeping bags and I say so whoever sleeps with me in my bed just to let y’all know that I sleep with no shorts on because I get really hot when I sleep.

They all say okay and we dont mind and I get their sleeping arrangements done and I say shouldn’t you girls go get some clothes my clothes would be too big. They all say oh yeah we will be right back mama. I smile and say okay girls and then I start to get ready for bed and I put on a tank top and I take off my shorts and I get in the bed. I then hear the girls run back into the house and I softly laugh and I look up seeing them and ice runs straight for me and I open my arms. She jumps into my arms and she snuggles into me. I gently kiss her head and I rub her back and I say why were you glaring at Nika earlier. Ice says she was on her phone and she was making you sad. I say I know princess but maybe it was just a misunderstanding and kk says or maybe her and Paige are dating because usually Azzi would go with them for a sleepover.

I looked at Azzi and I said, "Is that true sweetheart, do you usually sleepover with them.

She sadly nods her head at me and I say oh and then I say well um let’s go to bed now. She climbs into bed next to me and I hold onto ice and azzi and I say well i guess we all will know tomorrow. They both just nod their heads. I fall asleep holding onto them and I feel kk and Ines come in the bed too. We all fall asleep and i wake up the next morning to all the kids in the bed with me. I giggled and I get out of bed and I do my morning routine and I then shut my bedroom door and I walk to the kitchen and I make breakfast. I hear a quiet knock on my front door while i make breakfast. I say it’s open and I continue to make breakfast.

Nika walks inside very slowly and she holds flowers. I continue to cook a huge breakfast platter and I say hi. She says hi and these are for you. I look back and say you can put them in the vase on the kitchen table. She sadly says okay and I say I appreciate the flowers thank you. Nika says you're welcome and I see paige behind her and holding her and then I see a leftover bag in Paige’s hands and I say oh where did you two go. She says oh we went out for breakfast. I nodded and starts to completely close off while I cook breakfast. The kids all walk in and they glare at nika and paige. I sighed and said Ines can you set the table for me please. She says yes mama and I feel her kiss my head and I softly smile and then I finish cooking. Nika and Paige look at each other all confused. Azzi looks over at them and scoffed and said what are they doing here.

Ice looks over at her and says your guess is as good as mine . I say Nika bought me flowers i don’t know why though. Ice scoffs and says why are you sending her flowers when you were making out with Paige last night. Paige says let's go, we aren't wanted here. I look down at the food and I say wait is this true Nika you’ve been flirting with me ever since I got here. She just sadly nods and I say take your flowers and go, give them to Paige. She sadly takes them and they walk out the door. I take deep breaths and I start to plate the food. Ice walks over and she cuddles with me. I look at her and say when did you girls see them make out or did you hear it.

they say a few days ago we saw it and i nodded and said wow so both of them were leading me on basically. Ice says they both might like you mama. I say wait what that’s crazy. Azza says yeah i agree with ice. I say then why were you all glaring at them then. They say because they made you upset and sad. I knocked on the wall and say come back. They both walk back in all sad looking. I say do you both like me if so why didn’t you say that. They both say we didn’t know if you like us both. I look at them both and I kiss them on the nose and I say you could have asked. They both smile and say we know that now. I shake my head and says go get the flowers now and ask me correctly. Nika says okay and they both run out the door to get the flowers. I serve my kids their food and drinks and I get my food too. They both come back in with the flowers and they both get down on one knee to ask me to be their girlfriend. I blush and say get up and come kiss me. They both stand up and they both deeply kiss me and I kiss them back and pull them both into me.

They both smile into the kiss and the kids say ewww. I blush and say go seat down on the couch i need to eat something. Paige sits down next to me and nika pulls me up and she sits down in my seat and then she sits me down on her lap. I blush and starts to eat my food and I say don’t blame the kids they were being protective. They say oh we don't and I say good because those are my babies and ice says yeah momma

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[cythena]

SHE'S NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND RIGHT?

ꨄ︎ synopsis . yuta okkotsu and maki zenin were never official no matter how much flirting you watched and it irked you to no end. yuta was so precious and had no clue maki was playing him. but they're not dating right, so it's okay for him to mess around.

warnings . semi-cheating if you wanna count it, mean!maki, breeding, unsafe sex, pnv, porn with plot, marking, praise, soft at the end, not a lot but minor angst, reader and maki don't get along, manipulation, unrequited love

word count . 2k words

notes . maki is super ooc in here but it's just for plot and not proofread

sitting on his lap, toying with his hair, and tight hugs, maki zenin was so touchy with your close friend yuta. every time she entered a room, a boyish grin tugged at his lips while his eyes shimmered at her. he was eager to bring her close to his side in a group setting. from your distance, you could see her emotionless eyes looking straight through him. affection surged through his veins and every action he made. even without her presence, yuta was love struck and you were forced to watch it.

on outings with just the two of you, he'd barrage you with questions about what she would like. he wanted girl advice from you. then he'd follow up your answers with "you're such a good friend y/n!" which you would prefer rika ripping you apart than hearing again. you would side with the curse who seemed hyper aware of maki's intentions. she was also smart enough to warn yuta and do what she could to stop him. it seemed everyone was doing what they could. inumaki tried his best to communicate his worries about their mutual friend. it would take a village to keep yuta away from her unfortunately.

still no one was as upset and jealous as you were. yuta was the sweetest boy you've ever met and seeing him put his all into her was heartbreaking. he showered her with gifts and compliments. she'd respond gratefully sometimes then shun him others.

like the one time, he bought her a necklace. you mentioned it from outside of a window and he bought it for her. she wore it all the time, which made you really think she appreciated it. she tricked you and yuta as within two weeks she ripped it off and replaced it with a new one — one that she claimed was from another friend. of course yuta didn't do much. it was obvious it hurt his feelings to see his thoughtful gift tossed to the side, quite literally when you found it outside on the field. so you kept it.

the necklace was hidden under the neck of your uniform. it felt good to know it was truly appreciated. yuta didn't deserve maki. she took advantage of his kindness and made him weak. she took every part of his soul and stripped it away from him and put it back just to repeat. it was almost numbing to watch.

almost like it was now, watching maki dig her claws into some guy at the party while yuta went to refill her drink. he wrapped his hand around her waist while she giggled into his ears. yuta returned with her cup in his hand and maki pushed herself off of the other boy. he sat down next to you while she made herself comfortable on his lap.

she rubbed her nose against his neck, whispering something to make his cheeks go red. she pulled away to look at you, her eyes flickered over your appareance. then they narrowed at your collarbone.

"hey...that's mine," she hissed and reached towards it. yuta's eyes widened when he realized it too. you covered the charm with your palm and rolled your eyes.

"not like you cared about it anyways," you said and gestured to the one she wore now. "i found it on the field."

"it fell off while training."

"no it didn't. i've worn it for weeks and it's never failed on me." you glared back at her.

yuta glanced back and forth between you and maki. he felt his heart swell when he realized you kept it. but he pushed it down, it was maki's necklace.

"well i want it back."

"now you want it, so you can dispose of it properly?"

"i want it because yuta gave it to me."

"you replaced it in an instant with some cheap thing from your new boy toy," you scoffed.

maki's chest heaved as she grew angrier. "your keeping my scraps. i can see your upset yuta chose me over you."

"kiss my ass."

you stood up. maki too soon after, but hesitated to follow you through the crowd. you made your way to the kitchen for a drink yourself. you fit yourself in your own little corner to think about it. maki and that same guy from earlier crossed your field of vision. it snapped you out of your thoughts enough to pay attention to them.

was worrrying about yuta even necessary? it was when maki and some guy were leaving together and yuta was clueless. so you went back to find him. he was waiting by the stairs.

"y/n! i'm sorry to ask you after your argument with maki but have you seen her?"

your blood boiled. you glanced to the door like you should tell him but instead you-

"follow me."

you pulled him upstairs. he followed you intently into a bedroom where you shut the door and locked it behind him. he looked around the dark room until he found a lamp. it dimly lit up your surroundings. it smelled of jasmine and other flowers.

you invited yuta to sit on the bed with you. your thigh pressed against his. he shifted uncomfortably, tugging at his collar at the sight of your thighs in your short dress. he couldn't help but look at your figure. he would be lying if he said he'd never noticed — admired — it. and your face. he always thought you were so pretty and had a great smile. his heart fell when he realized he didn't get to see it as much recently.

"yuta..." you started, "y'know, i've liked you since we were first years. i always thought you were really sweet."

he almost choked on his words. but why were you confessing to him now? you placed your hand on his upper thigh, dragging it higher with a sly grin on your face. you looked up into his eyes, staring into them, not through.

"you liked me? i-"

you nodded along with his words, basking in his flustered state. he tripped over his words as he tried to form another sentence but ultimately let himself fall short. you didn't mind. instead, you let brought your hand to the back of his neck. he leaned into your touch before putting his own hand on your wrist.

"no, we shouldn't- maki, it's wrong," he rambled. your grin went lazy. your thigh crossed his as your legs spread further. his arm dropped now.

"she's not your girlfriend, right?"

he shook his head.

"so we don't have to worry about her."

he nodded.

you muttered a yeah before letting your lips touch. months of stress lifted off your shoulders. yuta held your hips and shifted you onto his lap to deepen your kiss. he wanted to taste everything you had to offer in this moment. your tongues danced with each other while your hands grabbed everything they could. they squeezed each other and yanked on clothes until they were off. you sucked a deep purple bruise onto his neck, one he wouldn't be able to hide.

"yuta!" he grinded you against his bulge, black eyes losing all light and filling with lust. your nails dug further into his shoulder as he flipped you over so you were underneath him. he finished pulling off his own pants. "did you two ever-"

he shook his head. "no," he said in between kisses. your panties were tossed to the side. you had no where to look but at him. "i need you so bad, not her, i need you y/n."

his rubbed his hand against your sopping cunt. he brought his two fingers against into his mouth to savor you. he moaned at the intoxicating taste on his tongue then pressed them into your mouth for a taste. he kissed you again in hopes of tasting it again. within his foggy brain, he knew he wanted to taste more but he needed to feel you and his cock throbbed.

"put it in."

you wrapped your hand around his shaft. he silently praised you as you guided his tip to the entrance of your hole. you tilted your head up while he pushed into you. your lips parted in a sweet gasp, one that yuta swallowed with a kiss. you let him completely slide into your hole and fill you.

yuta chuckled. "i'm impatient, i couldn't wait-" he smacked his hips against yours, "anymore." he inhaled your perfume that settled on your collarbone right beside the necklace. he clenched the charm in his other fist, holding it tightly while he fucked into you. you arched your back into his chest.

"o-oh my...yuta," you sighed. "i'm gonna-"

"yeah? wanna cum?"

you nodded. drool began to slip from the corner of your lips.

"words please?" he whispered, "i wanna hear you say it." he slowed down to focus attention on your clit. your eyes fluttered from the circles he rubbed. his cock still filled every part of you. he used his other hand to hold the back of your head and look into your eyes.

"...please yuta...please make me cum." you smiled. "i love you so much."

the words slipped from you and you wished you could take them back. he hungrily sucked marks along your neck and peppered your skin with kisses until he reached your ear. "i love you too, always have."

the walls of your pussy spasmed around him. he felt you pulling his deeper than he thought he could go. the feeling in your gut released. yuta admired the way your eyes widened. your cute expressions were uncontrollable. in blissful heat, your body shuddered. yuta toyed with your breasts now, moving down to kiss them.

"i- can i cum in-"

you cut him off. "inside yes! i need it yuta!" you begged him. your head sank deeper into the pillows. he thrusts became desperate to fill you up now. a whimper of your name spilled from his tongue. he didn't bother trying to hold back anything now. moans and curses filled the room as he tingled with excitement. he sank as deep as he could inside you while he emptied himself.

you bit your lip and gazed at his flushed face. he helped you sit up while he ran to the bathroom. yuta returned with a towel and water bottle. her wiped you off while you sat in silence. he helped you drink water before closing the cap and sitting beside you. he cuddled up against your side with his head nuzzled in your neck.

"y...yuta," you mumbled.

"yes?"

"what do you mean you always loved me?"

he pulled away from you to look you in the eye. he cupped your cheeks. his thumbs stoked your skin soothingly. he gave you a soft smile and a peck on the lips.

"i mean that i've always loved you. sorry i didn't show you, i was scared you didn't feel the same. but i wanna make it right now, so i'd like to be your boyfriend."

"officially?"

"yes. i want to be yours."

yuta reached over and undid your necklace, tossing it somewhere in the dark room. he shushed you before you could protest or get up to find it. he pulled you back into his chest, silencing your worries, "i have one just for you. no need for that one anymore."

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[ysrjune]

stephen walking in on you jumping his pillows??

Stephen had taken you to his apartment for the night since you decided to visit him for the last hour he had to work. You were in his office, staying quiet and watching him type and write things away. Once he was finished, you talked with him for a while until his shift was over.

You came in a taxi, so he just took you with him in his car. Laughs and conversations filled the car all the way from work, the parking lot, and his apartment. You both lay in his bed, kissing for a while. Kiss marks were left all over his face.

“Gotta go wash these off, sweetie.” He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Be right back, don't run off.” Stephen jokes, quickly going to his dresser to find comfy bottoms and a shirt, then walks to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You lay on your back and sighed. Literally, nothing was planned for you today except for all the chores you had to finish earlier. Not to mention the fact that you were so worked up and needed your boyfriend so bad all day.

You had no idea if he was in the mood or not, but if he wasn't, you were gonna put him in it. You swiftly removed all your clothes and grabbed one of your boyfriends’ pillows. At a slow pace that eventually sped up, you rocked your hips on it and imagined it was Stephen.

“Babe, hurry up!” You called out to which he replied, “Almost done, I'll just be a minute!” He was probably brushing his teeth, too. You waited until he came out, wiping off his glasses, not looking at you immediately. “Sorry I took so long. I decided to brush my teeth and scrub my face real good.” Stephen explains and put his glasses back on.

As soon as he looked at what you were doing, he froze and started blushing. “Babe.. what are you doing.” He asks shyly. “What does it look like im doing?” You reply, going slower.

“you—you know, if.. if you wanted to.. do something you could've just asked..” he slowly walked over to you, placing his hands on your hips. “Mm—I wouldn't have said no, you know that, baby.” He breathes out, his right hand dropping down to your clit and letting his middle finger slide up and down.

You let out a small moan and drape your hands over his shoulders. “I don't know.. I guess I just—” you paused for a second, feeling his finger move back and forth on you. “just wanted to see what you would do when you saw what I was doing.

“Wishing my face was that pillow, if im being honest.” What? Did he really just say that, or did you imagine it..

“What did you sa—”

“Sit on my face. Please sit on my face, baby.” He cut you off and went down on his knees, hands reaching behind your thighs to pull you closer so he could suck on your folds. “You're.. wet.” He quietly states, pulling away while your bodily fluids connect with his lips.

“Makes me so hard to see you be the needy one..” He gently pushed you down and dragged you closer to his mouth. “if only you could see what I see. Mmm, this pretty pussy is all mine.” He groaned against the lips and then started to eat you like a starved man.

Your moans filled the room. Fingers tangling in his curly hair and hearing the sloppiest noises coming from his tongue exploring you. “Come on, baby, please? I dont wanna ask again..” He stopped.

“Okay, fine..” You replied, and he got what he wanted. Your hands gripped the headboard, and your hips rolled on his face while he was eating you out. His arms were gripping your thighs, too. He moaned and made all sorts of noises while doing this.

After cumming all over his face, he wanted you to ride him. And what happened? That pretty boy got what he wanted. He tried ditching the glasses, but you didn't let him. Not ever.

His hands kept moving from your tits, ass, hips, and thighs while you were doing this. A hair fell onto his forehead, making him look so cute. Cheeks stained deep pink, glasses that kept falling down the bridge of his nose.. that piece of hair did wonders.

A bunch of babbles came from him, saying how he loves you and your pussy so much. Or telling you how hes so lucky to be with a gorgeous girl like you. He just praised you so much since its all he ever does. Stephen likes to show you how much hes enjoying himself.

“‘m gonna cum, baby, pleasepleaseplease dont stop.” he whined into your shoulder, shaking his head. sniffles fell from his nose. was he really crying? was he that overstimulated? “im—shit, mm! im cumming!” he thrusts into you, moaning as soon as his seed shot into you.

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so it mine el

#stephen glass x reader #stephen glass imagine #stephen glass #stephen glass fluff #hayden christensen #anon

[alcoholfreenayeon]

damn you spoil us but just some smut with the bondage you talked about and everything.. without g!p, like there needs to be more motzu fics ngll

Trouble

Momo x Tzuyu

CW: Smut, Bondage, NSFW, strap on, fingering, pussy eating, moments of fluff

Word count: 3150

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to do this😭I had a phase where I just didn’t feel like writing smut. Hope it was worth the wait.

“Well why not”, Tzuyu asked Momo, pestering her because she wanted to do part of her mission but Momo had figured it out and was not going to fall for it.

“You know why”, Momo replied, rolling her eyes, continuing to scroll through her phone.

“Please please please”, Tzuyu asked again, shaking Momo dramatically, “I’ll do anything in return”, she promised in a hurry and accidentally ended up knocking Momo’s bottle of water over, causing it to splash over Momo’s shirt and hands. “Oh!”, Tzuyu gasped in surprise.

Momo had her mouth open in disbelief as water begin to soak into her shirt and drip off her arms. Momo took a deep breath and slowly got up, rolling up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her abs before turning to look at her.

Tzuyu had her arms folded, a defiant look on her face and she looked away, pretending that she didn’t really care but her eyes kept glancing back to Momo, specifically her abs.

Momo stood in front of her, looking down at her, “You’ve become really annoying and disrespectful you know. Never listening to me or anyone else anymore.”, saying this, Momo grabbed Tzuyu by her arms and dragged her to her room before making her sit on the bed.

Tzuyu still being a brat, just sighed and rolled her eyes, “It’s just some water….and it wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to me.”

Momo couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “Is that so….I see. Well, I’ll listen to what you said and you said you’ll whatever I wanted so now”, Momo said, going through her drawer while Tzuyu curiously watched, wondering where this was headed, “I’ll do what I want….with you”, saying this Momo grabbed Tzuyu’s hands and handcuffed them quickly.

“What….”, Tzuyu panicked at the suddenness of Momo’s action and the restraining of her hands for a moment before relaxing again, still unsure what Momo would do.

Momo pushed Tzuyu on her back causing her to yelp and climbed on top of her, straddling her before whispering in her ear, “You wanted me to do your challenge, well first you have to do mine. Don’t scream.”

Tzuyu felt her heart beginning to pound, “is…is that it?”. Momo nodded and then before Tzuyu knew it, Momo tied her handcuffs against the headboard. “What are you….”, Tzuyu began again but Momo silenced her by putting a finger against her lips.

“Your challenge has already started…do not scream until I am done with you.”, Momo said, her thumb pressed against Tzuyu’s chin. Then she began to trace her finger down, lower and lower until she reached Tzuyu’s top, threatening to pull it down.

Tzuyu watched in anticipation, curious about how far Momo would go. She was even a bit excited and when she unconsciously bit her lip, Momo smirked and pulled it down roughly, exposing Tzuyu’s tits causing Tzuyu to breathe in sharply.

Momo wasn’t done yet, in fact she didn’t even start, she moved her hand lower onto Tzuyu’s pants now, unbuttoning and pulling it off along with her top, leaving her only in her panties.

Tzuyu couldn’t help but squirm a bit, feeling quite exposed and vulnerable but stopped and softly gasped when she felt Momo’s cold finger on her navel.

“Now. We. Shall. See.”, Momo said gritting her teeth as her hands began to linger over Tzuyu’s waist and thighs, touching her lightly, sending shivers all over her and causing her to inadvertently close her legs tightly.

Momo smirked and forced her legs open, a finger tracing her pussy from the bottom to top, softly through her panties, “Close your legs again….”, Momo warned, her tone stern. She continued to gently rub, top to bottom, bottom to top, watching Tzuyu’s reaction carefully, doing this for a minute or so before suddenly adding another finger and pressing against her pussy causing Tzuyu to take a sharp breath. Momo smiled smugly, already enjoying her power over her junior immensely.

“Ah, you are doing well for now….lets see how long it lasts.”, saying this Momo slips her hands inside Tzuyu’s panties causing Tzuyu to gasp and begins to play with her clit which makes Tzuyu squirm again.

It’s getting more and more difficult for Tzuyu to not vocalize her feelings, the situation went from thrilling to arousing to straight up pleasure much too soon. It didn’t help that Momo was so good at it. The pleasure kept building up forcing Tzuyu to bite her lips and she realized just how close to cumming she was, just a moment away, so close and then Momo stopped abruptly though her hands were still on Tzuyu’s pussy, making Tzuyu whine in frustration.

As Tzuyu’s breathing began to calm, she looked up at Momo in confusion and frustration who looked back at her with a satisfied expression, “You’re doing really well so far. I guess you’ll win at this rate so I’ll just”, she begins to move her hands away, “stop.”

“N-no, please!”, Tzuyu blurted out quickly and then looked away, her cheeks coloring as she herself couldn’t believe she said that out loud.

Momo smirked, “Oh? Ok if that’s what you want.”, Momo slipped her hand back inside Tzuyu’s panties and got to work again, bringing Tzuyu to the brink very quickly.

Tzuyu was whining and moaning as Momo rubbed her, she almost couldn’t believe how good Momo was, how quick she was to making her cum. She stiffened her body, focusing so hard on not closing her legs after Momo’s warning, she couldn’t have Momo stop, not again, not right now, not when she’s so…so close to cumming. Her hands fought against the cuffs but it was of no use, Tzuyu felt her waist rise as she was getting closer and closer, her eyes closed as she braced herself for her release.

Momo smirked seeing Tzuyu act like this, knowing very well the reason for it and slowed down for a second, Tzuyu opened her eyes immediately, ready to protest but just as quickly Momo thrust two fingers in, causing Tzuyu to cum, her eyes rolled and her mouth remained open, unable to make a sound as she experienced a mind numbing orgasm, her lower body thrashing around while she was cumming. After what seemed like ages, Tzuyu finally came down from her high, panting hard, her vision blurry and she blinked slowly several times to clear her eyes.

As she began to relax, Momo wiggled her fingers against the roof of her pussy causing Tzuyu to sharply gasp and look at Momo who could only grin at her as she started to push her fingers deeper inside Tzuyu until they were knuckle deep. Tzuyu could already feel her pleasure build up rapidly, she was still a bit sensitive and it wasn’t going to take much to make her cum. And Momo was figuring that out as she began to finger her expertly. Soon enough Tzuyu began to writhe in pleasure as she came again.

Panting, she struggled against her cuffs futilely trying to regain any sort of control back, swallowing hard, she looked at Momo who had a smug expression.

“You are so…”, Momo grins, “sensitive and easy to figure out”.

Tzuyu says nothing, still trying to calm herself down, averting her eyes from Momo.

Momo chuckles, “Ahn…you’re ignoring me…that’s how you want to play right now? Okay”, she smugly grins and suddenly takes Tzuyu’s panties off, “I’ll make it so that you can’t ignore me…”, Momo decides, slowly fingering Tzuyu, almost teasingly, “but I can’t decide whether to make it so that you can’t ignore me from desperation or pleasure”, saying that Momo starts rubbing her clit with her other hand while beginning to properly finger Tzuyu.

Whining and sighing heavily, Tzuyu grits her teeth hard and tries not to focus on Momo but it’s impossible. She can’t even keep her focus off for a seconds before she’s losing her breath. Having cum a couple times already she was quite sensitive and Momo was figuring her body out so easily. As Tzuyu’s third orgasm approaches, Momo moves her hand away from Tzuyu’s clit which causes Tzuyu to sigh in relief, she’s still close but suddenly it doesn’t feel like she’s on fire. Atleast that’s what she thought for a few seconds before she felt Momo tongue on her clit instead. She let out a strangled cry as Momo sucking on her made her cum instantly. Her whole body thrashes around as she cums, experiencing new heights of pleasure as Momo doesn’t stop, continuing to finger her and suck on her clit. Tzuyu couldn’t breath anymore, it felt like her orgasmic high was never going to end. She had barely finished cumming when she was already approaching another orgasm. She couldn’t think anymore, her hands jerked around helplessly while her legs were squeezing Momo’s head involuntarily. And moments later she came again. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable now, Tzuyu’s body wasn’t prepared to handle this much stimulation at once and for a few moments Tzuyu went numb, she could think to a certain extent and wondered what happened but before she could reach to any conclusions, she was brought back when her feelings returned just in time for her to cum yet again. This was too much. Going from being numb to feeling herself cum in a matter of seconds knocked the wind out of her. She screamed in shock and pleasure as she cummed her brains out, she could feel her pussy throbbing and contracting so hard. And then Momo finally withdrew her fingers, slowed down her licking, lapping Tzuyu’s juices around slowly as Tzuyu’s legs slowly loosened around her head and Momo moved her face.

She was grinning, her face a mess from all of Tzuyu’s juices. Meanwhile, Tzuyu was breathing hard, she felt like she’d never be able to catch her breath again, her legs feeling wobbly and weak…

“You lost, you screamed…”, Momo pointed out grinning smugly.

Tzuyu said nothing, closing her eyes and focusing on breathing, her face was sweaty and flushed now.

“And because you lost. You will face your punishment”, Momo stated with finality, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Tzuyu didn’t pay much attention, she heard Momo say she lost the challenge but it didn’t matter to her right now, she just wanted to rest and relax a little right now. She felt Momo get up and mess about near the wardrobe but she didn’t care enough to see.

A minute later, Tzuyu had stopped panting but her breathing was still a bit heavy, she heard Momo come closer again and opened her eyes just in time to see Momo’s hand closing in on her face and Tzuyu panicked and jerked, trying to get up but having hands tied just made her fall back.

Momo chuckled, “Relax Tzuyu, it’s just a blindfold….”

Tzuyu stopped, unsure of what’s happening, “why..?”.

“You’ll see-or find out soon enough anyway”, Momo teased and put the blindfold on her.

Tzuyu couldn’t use her arms or see anything now, it brought out a sense of panic in her, like she was in danger, vulnerable and wanted to immediately tell Momo to stop all this and just let her go but she then she felt Momo stroke her hair and cheeks and then whispered in her ear, “It might be feeling scary right now but trust me I’m going to take good care of you”, Tzuyu then felt Momo press her lips and kiss her intensely, it caught her by surprise and she gasped but then relaxed quickly as Momo kept rubbing her cheek. They made out for a few moments before Momo pulled away. Tzuyu felt herself blush, it felt weird, feeling so restrained, not be able to see and also for Momo to kiss her like that. She kinda liked it, it made her feel strangely safe with Momo, especially when she was stroking her so gently. She didn’t want to admit it but she wanted more. Her thoughts were interrupted when Momo spread Tzuyu’s legs once again causing her to squeal in surprise and held her left leg down, strapping her thigh and then her ankle against the bed and then doing the same to the other leg.

Tzuyu was feeling embarrassed now, her whole body was practically tied up or rather, restrained and she was even blindfolded, she was so exposed…but why was that now starting to turn her on a little, she bites her lips in anticipation waiting for Momo to do something. But instead it sounds like Momo is either taking her clothes off or she’s putting something on, Tzuyu frowned as it didn’t make sense either way. Momo then got next to her, her hand brushing against Tzuyu’s waist when Momo kissed Tzuyu again, her hands cupping her cheeks and Tzuyu felt giddy and giggled.

She liked it, she really liked being kissed by Momo , she admitted to herself as she felt Momo sit infront of her legs, especially with the way Momo was cupping and rubbing her cheeks and….wait…if Momo was cupping her cheeks then what was touch her waist-

Her thoughts were brushed aside when she felt something that was most definitely not Momo’s tongue or hands begin to spread her pussy, she gasped out loud and breathed in sharply, if she wasn’t blindfolded, her eyes would have popped out of her sockets. Her fists clenched and her mouth stayed open.

“Mmmm…are you ready for it Tzuyu”, Momo said smugly as she looked down at the helpless girl. She had put on her strap on which was 6 inches long and 3 inches in girth and was poking at Tzuyu’s entrance, grinning as she knew what she was about to make Tzuyu experience.

“Ah-w-what is…”, Tzuyu whined, gritting her teeth.

“It’s my friend….who will deliver the punish on you for losing”, Momo chuckled, “Don’t worry though, I’ll be in control the whole time and make sure you don’t…suffer too much”.

Before Tzuyu could take all of that in, Momo began to push and make her take something else in, stretching her entrance and pushing the strap in making Tzuyu gasp and moan more as Momo slowly put it in, inch by inch. Tzuyu helplessly thrashed about as Momo filled her up, she couldn’t believe how full she was feeling, it was hard to breath and not being able to move or see only made everything feel more intense.

Momo gave Tzuyu some time to adjust, not moving her hips and instead used the opportunity to play with Tzuyu’s tits while Tzuyu calmed down a little. It wasn’t easy when she was filled like that and having her tits played with but Tzuyu eventually stopped breathing hard and Momo began to slowly move, thrusting slowly, giving Tzuyu all the time to get used to it and as Tzuyu’s moans got louder and more insistent, Momo started to move a bit faster, pulling out almost the whole strap before ramming it back in. It was mind numbingly good for Tzuyu, it felt like pleasure was literally being injected straight into her which it was in a way. She could only moan and whine, calling out Momo’s name every now and then as Momo now began to seriously rail her roughly.

Momo had grabbed Tzuyu by her arms and was pounding her relentlessly, enjoying the moans Tzuyu was letting out. Tzuyu was in 7th heaven, she didn’t know Momo could do any of what she had been doing to her and now she was wishing she experienced it sooner. Her toes were curling hard as she was getting close to cumming, she had lost track of how many times Momo had already made her cum today. “I’m…I-I-I’m..” Tzuyu cried out trying to let Momo know she was close.

Momo smirked, “Do it, cum for me again Tzuyu, I’ll stop if don’t do it soon.”, she kept fucking her hard, deep and rough until she heard Tzuyu cry out as she started to cum and pushed in as deep as she could while Tzuyu nearly lost her mind cumming that hard.

Tzuyu’s whole body jolted and shivered as she came from Momo fucking her, she could feel each little and big movement Momo made in her and she felt like she was cumming forever. She wanted to scream so bad with how overstimulated she felt but couldn’t because the orgasms were draining her energy and making it hard to focus. After nearly a minute, Tzuyu finally came down from her high, breathing heavily and feeling at peace, Momo’s strap still inside her.

Momo smiled and took the blindfold off of her and Tzuyu blinked hard, the lights seeming very bright and it took her a few seconds to adjust before she looked at Momo’s smiling face and then down at her own body to see Momo in her and she blushed but before she could look away, Momo kissed her passionately and Tzuyu felt blissful again, she couldn’t help but smile shyly when Momo pulled away. Momo grinned at her and began to pull the strap out, taking her time, grinding a bit even causing Tzuyu to inhale sharply and gasp before she groaned as Momo pulled it all out. Tzuyu took a deep breath and sighed, feeling a bit annoyed that Momo made such a show of pulling out that she felt somewhat horny again but she was never going to say that or admit it.

“You were such a good girl, you took it so well”, Momo teased.

“Sh-shut up…”, Tzuyu said quickly as her face flushed while Momo began to undo the restraints.

After Tzuyu’s body was free again, she stretched her limbs with a sigh and fell back down, taking a deep breath and laying peacefully but then noticed Momo staring at her.

“What…?”, she asked.

Momo rolled her eyes, “You’re really selfish you know, I did all that for you and you haven’t even thought of doing something for me”

Tzuyu blinked and then smiled, “I was just resting for a moment, of course I’m going to make you happy too. Just give me a second while you lay down too”

Momo sighed rolling her eyes and laid next to Tzuyu, she closed her eyes for a second and then immediately opened them when she felt Tzuyu climb on top of her pinning her arms over her head and holding them there with one hand while she reached for the handcuffs with the other and put them around Momo’s wrists.

“What are you doing???”, Momo demanded

Tzuyu bit her lips and grinned, “Unnie, I didn’t like how smug you were the whole time, taking advantage of me like that…I’m just going to show how it feels like…don’t worry though I’ll make you feel nice and happy like you did to me…..”

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[scorpioriesling]

Guilty as Sin?

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warnings: angsty asf

Summary: It wasn't hard to love your best friend; after all, you'd been through everything together. He'd seen every in-depth part of you, but now you were forced to give all of that up. All because of the stupid cauldron, and stupid fate.

SR’s Note: Brb going to get "mine" tatted on my upper thigh... this is so UGH anyways. I had to; I apologize in advance. This is one of my favorite new songs.

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The cauldron could boil itself at this point.

You weren't sure how to make the best of this situation; something you could normally do without fail. A talent everyone loved about you. However, that talent was failing you now.

Now that the bond had snapped, and there was no way out. No way of avoiding what you so desparetely wanted for years, and somehow it all ended up messed up in the end.

Lucien was a good male, you would give him that much; but that wasn't enough. Your life felt near over when your best friend revealed his hidden bond with the Archeron girl -- but now, you were in the same position. Somehow, you were cursed in more ways than one. Not only was your best friend mated to someone else -- but now so were you.

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"You're right, we should definitely get matching tattoos!" You laughed, bumping into Azriel's arm as you both stumbled down the Velaris streets. It was past midnight, and you were both buzzed from your night out at Rita's -- something you did at least once a week -- and the walk home turned into more of a walk through town.

He chuckled beside you, fingers curling around your elbow to help steady you. His wide smile was a sight you'd never tire of; he rarely let it show, but when he did, you made sure to illustrate it in your mind, holding onto the masterpiece forever.

"It isn't our worst idea..." he admitted, taking another swig from the bottle he held. You watched as his throat bobbed, swallowing the liquid and turning his attention back to you. You look toward the sky, trying and failing to pretend you weren't staring.

"What should we get?" You ask with a grin. He ponders for a moment, brow lifted in mockery. "Hmm.." he says. "What if we got eachother's handwriting?" You giggled, and he laughed with you.

"I'm serious!" He exclaimed. The tattoo parlor was coming into view, and you rolled your eyes. "I don't know if I trust you to literally write on me," you say. "We've been friends for far too long for me to put it past you to write something like "Azriel is so hot" or "Kiss my ass" on me-" You barely get it all out before laughing again, his gaze on you softening as he loops an arm around your shoulders.

"I promise I won't do something so vulgar," he says. You're now in front of the tattoo shop, the neon lights illuminating his face in a deep blue glow. He grabs the door handle and opens it, gesturing you to go inside.

"Ladies first." He smirks. You lightly smack his shoulder, and saunter your way inside.

"Fine -- but you have to go first." You throw over your shoulder. He enters behind you, and within minutes he's put in a chair and the tattoo artist is holding the needle gun over his forearm.

"Okkayyy, 'lil lady," he says, pulling up a stool to allow you to sit beside him. He hands you the gun, and places his hand over yours to help you with the process. "You ready?" he asks. You glance at Azriel, who now has his eyes lightly closed as he lays down on the bed in front of you.

"Are you ready, Azzie?" You say. He nods silently, a small smile playing on his lips. You release a breath as the gun whirrs to life, and the artist guides you to begin pressing into your best friend's skin. Stealing a glance at his face, you find him peacefully laying there, almost sleepy. That would make sense, seeing as you both drank a lot tonight.

After a few minutes of darkening the lines and wiping away the excess liquid, the artist powers down the needle and scoots back on his rolling chair. Your fingers lightly dance over the puffy black lines on his otherwise bare forearm, and he stirs at the sensation.

"Have a look," you say. He opens his eyes and sits up, delight overtaking his features as he sees your work.

"I choose you and me," he says aloud, reading over the ink now drying in his skin. He almost blushes, gazing at the ink and touching it lightly. His eyes meet yours, and in seconds he is hopping up and offerring you the bed. You sit on it, pulling the hem of your shorts up so it's easier to access.

"Heyy..." he starts. "You picked the spot for mine-" You huff.

"I want mine up here," you point to the upper part of your thigh, and he rolls his eyes. He shoots a look to the artist, and shakes his head.

"I've learned to just not argue with this one," he says, and you gasp at him. He laughs, his white teeth shining like stars inside the dim shop. The tattoo artist sighs, powering on the newly replaced tatto gun and handing it to Azriel. You place a hand on your leg, eyes wide.

"You're not gonna help him?" You ask the artist. He only shrugs at you.

"I've seen his work before -- he knows how to do a pretty damn good tattoo." Your eyes narrow toward your best friend, and he only grins down at you.

Sighing, you rest your head back against the cushion of the tattoo bed. "Az, you better not fuck this up-"

You're cut off by his fingers brushing against the skin of your leg, pulling on your shorts to move them slightly. Your breath catches in your throat, now staring wide-eyed down at the man you'd secretly fallen so madly in love with. His messy curls tickled the strips of skin between the hem of your baby tee and the top of your shorts as he stared intently at his work, needle lightly pressing into your skin. His other hand laid flat on your stomach, holding you gently in place.

You couldn't ever get rid of this sight unless someone quite literally ripped it from the archives of your mind.

He glanced up at you, noticing your labored breathing. His soft expression was one he only ever used with you; a stark contrast to the strong, unfazed front he presented to everyone else. You figured he was going to tell you to chill out -- little did he know you weren't focusing on the pain, but rather the striking male on top of you.

"Lay down -- you can't peek 'till I'm done."

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The air was warm as it rolled off the sidra, the salt air so familiar. You'd come down here for some peace; some time away. Since learning of the bond with Lucien, it was like you couldn't escape. You couldn't get away from the constant "Are you okay?"s and "Have you told Azriel?"s and "Do you think you'll accept the bond?"s. It was getting to be too much. No, you weren't okay. No, you did not want to accept the bond.

And fuck no, you did not tell Azriel. You remembered what happened last time when you found out his bond snapped, and you hadn't even seen him in months. There was no point -- it wouldn't change your situation.

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"I made you that strawberry cream cake, you know, your favorite?" Feyre's kind words filled the kitchen as you continued to pour glasses of lemonade, setting down the pitcher to meet her watercolor eyes. You gave her a soft smile.

"Thank you... but whatever for?" Her gaze dropped, fingers fiddling with one another as she looked around nervously. You arched a brow at her.

"Nothing, I just -- I thought you might like it. To celebrate the first day of Summer," she stuttered. You'd never seen her at a loss for words, but before you could think too long about it, Cassian barged into the room, eyes full of delight when he spotted the filled lemonade glasses.

"Ahh," he grabbed one and chugged it, putting it back on the counter after a few gulps as though it was a shot. You giggled, Feyre finding his interruption rather funny as well. He peered at you, sliding the glass over on the counter top.

"Fill 'er up -- Gods, it is so hot outside." He says, fingers fiddling with a small band tying his hair back. You top off his glass, and he takes it again, only sipping this time.

"Are you ladies joining us outside? Or what?" He asks giddily. You swear, if he wasn't a fae bat he would be a golden retriever.

"Absolutely," Feyre nods. He saunters out of the room, and within seconds you spy him by the edge of the Sidra tackling Rhysand into the river with him. They both come up within seconds, laughing and shaking their wet hair. Feyre peers out with you, and your heart catches when you see Azriel not joining in. He is sitting on one of the picnic blankets the group laid out, Elain's head in his lap as he leans back on his hands. She tenses, laughing at something he said. He gives her a smile; one you'd thought only he shared around you.

"I'll meet you outside in just a moment?" Feyre offers. She knew; she knew exactly how you'd felt for Azriel. But, she also knew that he was in some newfound, weird relationship since her sister arrived.

You tried to brush it off. Your best friend had lovers before; most of them only lasted a few weeks anyway, then they were gone. This one would be no different.

Finally making your way down to the river, tray of drinks in your hands, you were greeted by Mor as she helped pass out the drinks. She walked over to Feyre and Cassian; of course, leaving you to head over to Azriel.

You sighed, and walked over to the blanket where he sat. Her annoying laugh rang out again, and you winced. Azriel looked up, finally noting your presence and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. The unmistakable black writing on his forearm still reading "I choose you and me". Your heart swells just a bit.

"Y/N! Did you bring us drinks?" He asks nicely. You smile back, appreciating this side of him never failing to come out around his best friend.

"I just might have..." You say. Elain sits up upon hearing your voice, offerring a kind smile. You pass one glass to Azriel, and hold out another for her.

"Thank you Y/N! You must have known lemonade is my favorite," She takes it from you, beaming and turning to Azriel. He nods in agreement, sipping from his drink.

"Lucky guess." You say, grinding your teeth in a tight smile as you set down the empty tray on the grass. She giggles and continues conversing with Azriel, and you decide to not even try to engage this time.

You stalk over to the towel Mor is currently lounging on, her sunglasses set high on her nose. Your body creates a shadow, and she sits up grumbling.

"Ugh, Y/N, I'm trying to get a tan!" Her eyes finally adjust, seeing that you're stripping off your clothes, only a small emerald green bikini underneath. Her mouth pops open and she gasps, loud enough for everyone to hear. You're kicking off your shoes when she takes her glasses off and gapes at you.

"Girl, I'd let you stand over me any day -- you look good as fuck!" She squeals. You roll your eyes, her loud appraisal catching attention as she continues to compliment you.

"Seriously! Feyre, have you seen Y/N's suit? She is looking like fine wine-" She looks you up and down, and you notice behind her, Feyre has jogged over to where her friend Lucien has just arrived. Feyre turns her attention to you over Morrigan's whooping and hollering, giving you a thumbs up

"Looks good! I told you it would!" She shouts. She turns back to her Autumn court friend, but his eyes are drinking you in as though you are the wine itself. You steal a glance at Azriel, and boy are you glad you did -- he is pissed. He is glaring at Lucien as Elain babbles on, absentmindedly. She doesn't even realize he isn't listening to her anymore. You bend down, coming face to face with your bubbly blonde friend.

"Swim with me?" You say. She scoffs, tossing her sunglasses down and rising. You both walk to the bank of the Sidra, its gleaming water only inviting you in further.

"You know I'd never deny you, but I did want to lay out-" She is cut off by a strangled scream as Cassian yanks her in by the waist, her head reappearing moments later. Breathless, she pants.

"Cassian! Are you kidding?" Him and Rhysand only laugh, you shaking your head and chuckling along with them. You slowly enter the warm water, basking in the last few warm days the year has to offer. Mor wades past you, and makes to get out of the stream.

"Aww what! Where you goin'?" You whine pathetically. She runs her fingers through her soaked locks, huffing.

"I. Am not. Swimming. With those knuckleheads. Any longer." She stomps back over to her towel, and you stick your bottom lip out in feigned sadness.

"Aww, come on, Mor! You're already wet, just get back in and swim for a while!" You say. It isn't long before a splash to your left flings water near you, and you look around for a few moments before something grabs your ankles and drags you under. You come up a few moments later, Azriel resurfacing in front of you and laughing at your drenched complexion.

"I'll play." He says lowly. You shove his shoulder, and Mor waves a hand from her blanket, sunglasses already back on her face.

"Yes, yeah. Let Az play with you."

It isn't long before you're splashing around with your friends, everyone swimming besides Morrigan and Elain. Even Lucien has joined in, the water twirling his fiery locks over his shoulders. Maybe in another life, you'd fall in love with him.

But you're living this one, and you're still in love with your best friend.

"Hey, uhh," Azriel swims close to you, the sunset on the horizon illuminating his tanned skin. You can feel his hands creating water riplets around you to stay afloat, and you gaze at him. "Can we, like, swim over there? Maybe?" He asks, jerking his head toward the rocky alcove a few hundred feet away. Your eyes widen as you try not to think too hard about why he'd want you in there with him instead of his girlfriend; so you glance over to where everyone else is drying off and gathering their items. Elain is staring a hole into the side of your head.

"Sure," you say, timidly. Azriel grabs your hand under the water, his scarred fingers threading through yours with ease. You suck in a breath, and Azriel throws a smile towards Elain.

"We'll be in soon!" He shouts, and she returns the smile, almost a little smugly. She helps her sister collect the items from the grass, and Azriel stars swimming away, pulling you with him.

"Why did we need to come over here?" You ask, out of breath when he finally stops swimming behind a large rock. You can't see your friends anymore. You glance around nervously.

"Well, I had something I needed to talk to you about." He says. "Privately," he adds. Your cheeks heat. Its finally here, the moment has finally come.

"Oh, um. Okay. I think I have something I talk to you about too." You say. His eyebrows raise, and he smiles kindly at you.

"Oh! Alright. Well, why don't you go first then." He offers.

"I don't really... know... how to explain it." You fumble. The breeze blows over the water, pulling you away a bit. Azriel reaches for you, probably to hold you close but his hand grips onto your waist. He pulls a little too hard, and you're flush against his chest. His intense hazel eyes bore into yours, tiny water droplets dripping from the end of his onyx curls. Its silent for a moment, the mixed heavy breathing the only sound other than the nature around you. You gaze up at him, his eyes trailing down from your eyes... to your lips... then down to where your heaving chest rises and falls beneath the water's surface. Your eyes can't escape his full lips, and you snake your hands around his neck, pulling him in so impossibly close and close the gap.

Finally, after all these years, you get to taste those delicious lips on yours. You kiss him, softly, and when he pulls back, he looks at you with sorrow.

"Y/N... I..."

"I don't mind, Azriel. You know I love you; I want this. I would choose this. I choose you and me." Silver lines his eyes and you don't think you've ever seen him get so emotional. You pull him to you once more, kissing with more hunger this time, and he doesn't stop you. His hand scoops under your ass, squeezing and holding you tight, the other one flat against the side of your neck. His thumb brushes along your cheekbone as your fingers curl into his wet locks, when suddenly he rips away from you. He lets go as if he was a bug caught in a zapper, flinging himself away from you like you had electrocuted him. You instantly feel colder without his touch.

"W-what's wrong?" You ask, timidly. He runs a hand through his hair, and rubs his eyes with his palms, sighing.

"What is it, Azriel?" You ask, moving closer. He puts a hand out to stop you, and you begin to feel regret. No, not regret. Fear.

"Don't, Y/N." He says. You eyes close, near slits as you try and keep the sob rising in your throat at bay. He's never taken that tone with you before.

"Don't what? Be honest with you? Azriel, I love you, and-"

"I have a mate, Y/N." He cuts you off. You feel like you've been stabbed in the gut, thrown off a cliff; what was he talking about?

"W-what?" You ask. That sob is barely at bay, tears stinging your eyes as you try to keep from crying. He moves his hands to look at you, and immediately sighs and looks down at the water, hating to do this.

"Yeah... uh, Elain and I-"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You huff a humorless laugh and a single tear slips free. You don't bother brushing it away; you just cross your arms instead. He narrows his eyes at you.

"What is your problem with her?" He asks. The sinking feeling in your chest only intensifies as he defends her. You begin to feel angry, angry your best friend, who you'd die for, would defend another dumb girl who didn't know him like you did. Not even in the slightest.

"What is the problem with me?" You ask. He shoots you a confused look, and you continue. "Am I not quite good enough for you? Is that it? I'm not an Archeron, I'm not High Fae; I'm not officially in the Inner Circle? I don't-" You breathe, gasping for air as tears run down your cheeks now. "I don't look like her? I get it Azriel. I fucking got it. Loud and clear-"

"Shhh, shh shh. Heyy," he swims close, offerring you his hand. You want more than anything to fall into his chest and cry, just cry it all out; but you don't. You won't. He doesn't want you. He never did.

"You know none of that is true-"

"Don't bother." You say sharply. He sighs, dropping his hands in the water.

"Y/N, look I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, okay? You know how important mating bonds are; I just wanted to make sure it was real, and it would work and Feyre would be okay with it-"

"You... you already told. Feyre?" You seethe. His eyes widen, realizing maybe he shouldn't have revealed that information.

"I, uh... yeah. I did. And once she knew, it kind of got out and everyone knew," he mumbles. You clench your hands into fists.

Your favorite cake.

Elain's smug smile.

"Let Az play with you," Mor had said.

They all knew. No one told you. Not even your best friend. They knew you'd be hurt and not a single one of them told you. A small cry reverberates in your chest and you turn away from Azriel.

"Please don't be mad at me, Y/N. You know you're my best friend, you know I'd do anyth-"

"Save it." You say, wading toward the water's edge. "We're done here."

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You hadn't seen him since he accepted his bond with Elain six months ago; you couldn't even bring yourself to sit through the entire ceremony they hosted. It was all too much.

That was the first crushing blow. But then, to find out that not only had he accepted the bond and been happy about it, but now you were bonded to someone you didn't want either?

What a joke. The mating bond was a joke -- it had to be. All these years of believing that bonds were so special... it was all bullshit.

As you sit near the bank, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You didn't quite care who it was; after all, you were so deep in loathing that you had grown distant from all of your friends over the past few months. It didn't help that the last words you'd hurled at them were unkind, but... maybe it's what they needed to hear. They did keep a huge thing from you, and you haven't even begun to figure out how to move on yet.

Moving on from Azriel sounded like it would be the end for you. You didn't know how you'd ever do it -- it was always him. There never was anyone else for you. You only wanted him.

And now he was honeymooning with his mate. Fucking her. Loving her. Allowing her to know him on a level only you'd ever been on.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks when a whisper pulls you from your thoughts.

"Y/N?"

You turn slowly, the last person you'd expected to see standing behind you. His hair was windblown, his skin tan from the Summer court sun. He had a few light freckles dusting his nose.

Upon seeing your upset state, he slowly approached you, and sat down beside you. Staring out at the water, you continued to let the tears fall, chin resting on your bent knees. His gaze was hot as he stared at you, taking you in fully.

"Y/N... this isn't okay... you're-" his voice cracks. "You're not okay." He whispers the last part, and your eyes meet his. Tears stream down his cheeks, dripping onto the cream colored button-down he's sporting. Typical Summer court fashion, but you should expect that as he did just spend time there.

He grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. You have no choice but to sink in, open sobs emitting from your broken hearted chest. He breaths deeply, resting his chin atop your head. A drop of water lands on your shoulder, a tear. It's from him.

He holds you for a few minutes, allowing you to release all your emotions. He sighs, the sun dipping low alolng the horizon. You finally pull back and look at him. Nothing was going to change about your situation.

Your eyes caught on the black letters still imprinting his arm, fresh tears brimming your eyes.

"I hate seeing you like this," he says, sniffing. "You're my best friend Y/N. You always find the good in every situation, in everyone... that's why everyone loves you so much. You saw the good in me when no one else did." He says, rubbing your shoulder. You train your eyes on the grass below.

"I hate this too. But I love you," you say, not looking to meet his eyes. "If this is what is making you happy, I love that for you." He takes one of your hands in his.

"Y/N, it's just... Gods, this is a mess." He says. You let out a humorless laugh.

"Yeah. Even more of a mess now that I have a mate too." His eyes widen, and you look up just in time to see something swimming in those hazel orbs.

"Oh." He says. He drops your hand, but you reach over and place yours on top of where his now rests in his lap.

"The difference is, I would still choose you and me." You say, and he wipes a tear from your cheek. "I would always choose you and me. Because you're my best friend Azriel; and I love you. I don't know how to stop." You say. You lean back, resting your head in the grass as he gets comfortable laying beside you. His fingertips graze over the spot where he'd written on you -- marked you -- years back, reiterating the sentiment he'd etched there.

"And you're mine, too."

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#acotar smut #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #acotar #lucien acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #azriel smut

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Fic Teaser: Parasomnia

(The morning after Special Exhibition, so spoilers there if you haven't read it. This little bit is rated T.)

Dear Dream,

Many would start such a note with “I just couldn't bear to wake you…” but, to be quite honest, I fear it would be too disingenuous given that I did everything short of cracking the smelling salts to wake you before I left. I was worried enough that I checked all your vitals. Upon finding you not dead, nor bradycardic, nor hypotensive, nor hypoxic, nor hypoglycemic, I decided you needed the rest.

Make yourself at home. And I mean that truly. Hell, you know where the toys are kept if you somehow feel the urge. (I, for one, am giving my bollocks and backside a break for at least a few days. No regrets, though.) There is barely any food in the pantry because of my holiday schedule, but there is plenty of coffee and tea. Enjoy anything and everything I have in stock. Or just order takeaway.

I left my car here and took the tube in. Keys are by the front door. You are welcome to drive my car to the hospital or get on a block south and ride in to pick up your car. I told the hospital parking attendant to log it under my name, so no rush getting here, your car is safe.

Rest. Go back to sleep if you want. (Actually, drink a glass of water first. We exerted ourselves rather, ah, thoroughly last night.) Take all the time you need. 

I’ll be back about 6 tomorrow morning. If you're around, we can have breakfast. If not, I hope I’ll see you soon. 

Text me when you are up and moving?

Yours,

Hob

P.S. Last night was fantastic. You are absolutely stunning. xoxo

Dream reads the letter fully three times before putting it down.

“Yours.”

Something in his chest soars.

Mine.

He wants Hob to be his very, very badly. 

Probably in ways Hob very much does not intend. 

Probably. 

Dream drops the note to run his hands over his face and flops back onto the bed. The sheets smell of Hob and he turns to press his cheek into them before he can think better of it.

Oh, yeah, he’s proper fucked. 

One hand wanders down to his abdomen, to above his groin, and for a moment he feels Hob within him again and groans. His other hand lands on the bruising on his shoulder, presses softly, just enough to remind him of Hob's mouth. 

Dream closes his eyes and remembers the taste of Hob, his skin and mouth and sweat and cum. He suddenly misses him, desperately. 

Which is insane. 

They’ve known each other–actually known each other, not the weird parasocial relationship he had with Hob via his TikTok ASMR videos–less than a week. How can Dream possibly miss him?!?

This is just the rush of a new relationship. It will pass. It will pass.

But Dream doesn't want it to pass. 

God, it has been ages since he felt this good. Since he had someone respond to him, to his intensity, in kind, to meet him punch for punch. It is what he thought Corin would be, or Calliope, or, fuck, Nada way back when. He thought they could become this. He and Killala had it for one bright, shining moment, before they burned themselves out.

And yet here Hob is, matching his steps, following his lead in this dance, seemingly without much effort, on the first try. Dream is going to have a whole lot of trouble letting that go, now that he knows it possible. 

Fuck.

Dream grabs his phone from where it was placed on the nightstand next to the letter and looks at the time. 

Which makes him sit up in bed like a shot.

It is almost five in the evening. He has slept for over twelve hours.

#pavonis writes #dreamling #museum curator Dream #doctor Hob Gadling

[utilitycaster]

Bonus:

Campaign 2 episode 92/Campaign 3 episode 92 parallels (with some assistance from 3x89)

Transcription of the text in the above images (screenshots from the Critical Role Transcript Search) below the cut:

The following is excerpts from Campaign 2, Episode 92, and Campaign 3 Episode 92 (except one from 89, noted below), interspersed. Travis is playing Fjord, Marisha is playing Beau, Laura is playing Imogen, Liam is playing Orym, and Matt plays Thoreau Lionett in the Campaign 2 excerpt and Liliana Temult in the Campaign 3 excerpt:

First image:

TRAVIS: Your histamine reactions are going again.

MARISHA: Yeah. I've been away from Zadash for a little bit, so the pollen, it's kicking a little, you know?

TRAVIS: I take it you don't fully, fully hate your dad. It's got to be hard to hear this.

Second image:

LAURA: I'm going to heard toward Orym who's at a distance and approach slowly.

LIAM: Hey.

LAURA: Hi. I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder.

LIAM: Sorry, I know how hard all that is for you.

Third image:

MARISHA: Everyone wants to make their dad proud, you know? Just hoping he could, he could show some of that.

TRAVIS: You don't know that he can't. It's been years. You've grown, you've changed. I'm sure you were even more of an unbearable shit before. I'm not saying he deserves a second chance, but he is your father, and you do have a mother, and a brother that you've never met.

MARISHA: (sniffs) I guess it's hard when... the word inevitable has been brought up several times in the past 24 hours amongst us. I feel like I've found my family with The Mighty Nein. I don't like looking at my past, because it doesn't have The Mighty Nein in it, and I think I put off the inevitable, because I'm going to-- I'm afraid it's going to be like my past.

Fourth image:

LAURA: Don't apologize. I can't begin to understand how hard it is for you.

LIAM: You know, every one of us makes our decisions with the lenses or prisms we see life through.

LAURA: Mm-hmm.

LIAM: I can't take mine down. (sobs softly) It's not even about revenge for me. (sniffles) I just try and honor what they sign up to do. (sniffles) I just try and honor what they sign up to do.

LAURA: I didn't know them, but I can't imagine they wouldn't look at you and not be proud.

LIAM: (sighs sadly)

LAURA: I think you've gone farther than anyone could ever expect you to, and you're still going.

Fifth image:

TRAVIS: I don't think one contaminates the other. You've got good, solid footing here. I mean, shit, if we want to run, we run. If we want to kick his ass, we'll kick his ass.

MARISHA: Yeah. (sniffing) I kind of want to kick his ass, and I don't want to run.

TRAVIS: Could I ask you, in your wildest dreams, and feel free to say you don't want to tell me, what would you have happen when we go there?

MARISHA: I think I've worked so hard because I scripted this day, in my inevitable future that I would go back to him, successful woman, respectable member of society, Cobalt Soul, an Expositor, the thing he threw me away to, and I embraced. And then, I would get mad at myself, because I felt like I was doing exactly what he was doing to me my entire life, scripting me to be something else. And I'm still doing it. I haven't seen him in three years, and I'm still trying to be... something. And I think what's scary is that I like this, and what I've found, and I don't think it was until Nott started talking about having to go home and go away that it truly started terrifying me. Because for the first time, I'm happy. And what if that goes away?

Sixth image:

LIAM: (sighs softly) (sniffles) So far. I'm going to miss him.

LAURA: Yeah. Yeah.

LIAM: I'm going to miss Letters.

(sniffles)

LAURA: They were-- They were alive.

LIAM: Out of any of us, he just wanted to help.

Seventh image:

TRAVIS: It could always go away. It could go away tonight. The Gentleman's debtors could come calling.

MARISHA: (chuckling) And I think I know that, and I think I say things to Nott like, "You don't have to put those stipulations on yourself" because I've convinced myself that destiny or the inevitability won't come knocking. If you ignore it, it won't exist, and that's not true.

TRAVIS: (sighs) It'll be interesting either way. Your face is leaking.

MARISHA: I hate it.

TRAVIS: I won't tell anyone.

MARISHA: Don't tell anybody.

TRAVIS: Yep. You're a good friend. You're a good trainer.

Eighth image:

LAURA: I want you to know that that for a while it may have felt that you and I were not seeing eye to eye or maybe you felt that I, I didn't have the same goal in mind that you did. But don't worry about that anymore, all right?

LIAM: I understand family.

LAURA: Yeah. Yeah.

LIAM: I want for all the world for you to have your family.

LAURA: I wanted that, too, and (chuckles) god, that back and forth is a pretty funny thing, but choices were made. If nothing else, then at least we've got a little bit of knowledge on the inside now.

LIAM: Yeah. As much we'd like to, you can't turn back the clock.

LAURA: That's right. But you've got us.

Bonus image 1:

MARISHA: Mom already fucking mentioned that life gets difficult and it's hard. So you're right. Maybe it's easy to justify the easy way out, just get rid of the problem.

MATT: "That's not what this was about. You were on the self-destructive path. We didn't know what to do. I've never been a-- no one teaches you how to be a good father. I regret choices I've made, and you don't think I don't hold myself responsible for-- I thought I was doing what was best for you, truly."

MARISHA: You did. It was probably the best thing you could've done for me. So thank you. Tell me the story again, and then I'll go.

Bonus image 2 (from 3x89):

MATT: "History is filled with evil men. But few have the courage to stand up and try and stop them. Where I'm standing, I don't think we're on the opposing sides like you think we are. We just have a different myth, that's all. That's all. Please see it in yourself to understand why I've done and given up all of this."

LAURA: Maybe it's your turn to run. And I wake up.

#critical role #fjord stone #beauregard lionett #imogen temult #orym

[xdaddysprincessxx]

His Pretty Plaything

Uncle Ezra x F reader

Warnings: p in v, unclecest (again not blood related!), uhh this took a soft/sweet turn lol so emotions, some angst, pussy slapping, light edging, fingering, not beta’d, lightly edited, all mistakes are mine

Wc: 2629

As the summer was coming to an end, you found yourself tremendously confused with a dash of desperation. It’s been a couple of weeks since your encounter with Uncle Ezra. You think about him and that quite often. Most times your hands are down your pants in a frantic rush to recreate even an ounce of the pure unadulterated ecstasy he made you feel. But it was never enough. Your own hands failed you as you wished for him to come swooping in to take advantage of you again. You craved his cock, his filthy words, the way he claimed you as his. You got a taste and now you wanted more.

Fortunately for you, your dad was planning his end of summer party that he always throws. And you already know who will be in attendance. A little plan hatched in your brain; you were going to seduce Uncle Ezra and get him to fuck you again. You picked out an extra skimpy bikini to wear with a cute light blue sleeveless cover up dress. Excited for the party but more importantly you were excited to be filled by Uncle Ezra again.

The sun had already set as you stomped up the stairs to your room. Tears threatened to fall as you grind your teeth together in frustration and hurt. He ignored you. He never once looked your way no matter what you did. How could he defile you and then just drop you like hot garbage?!

You close the door behind you as you dive face first on your bed, hugging your pillow to your face as you let yourself cry. Feeling so ugly, so unwanted. You knew it was wrong what he did but you liked it. At first, yea you didn’t want him touching you. Didn’t want his advances but the pleasure he bought you was so indescribably incredible. And now. Now he acts as if you don’t even exist. As if you aren’t even there! Fucking bastard!

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Waking up still in your bikini and coverup from yesterday. You felt so disgusted with yourself. Peeling off what little you had on, you grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom for a much needed hot shower.

The hot water felt so good on your skin. The suds running down your body to the drain as you stood under the water, letting it completely cleanse you. Literally and figuratively. In your mind you imagined every inch touched by him being washed away, down the drain, never to come back and soil your skin again.

You put on an old baggy tshirt and some black cotton shorts before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. As you round the corner going into the kitchen you look up and see your dad and him sitting at the table. Both men stop talking and look up at you as you enter.

“Good morning sweetie, Uncle Ezra and I were just talking. He’s gonna come stay with us for a few months. He’s gonna take the guest room next to yours while his house is under renovations.”

You huffed, “Oh great. Another man who probably leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and doesn’t clean up after himself. Joy.” You say dryly as you roll your eyes.

“Woah kiddo. That’s not very nice of you. Now I know damn well your daddy cleans up after himself as do I. No need to be a brat about this.”

“Whatever Ezra.” You say with venom in your voice as you grab a pop tart and walk back upstairs.

His eyes widen as his brows raise up in shock at your response.

“Eh don’t let her get to ya man. She’s just a little cranky in the mornings.”

A couple hours pass. . .

After seeing him in your kitchen and getting the lovely news that he’s gonna be staying with you for awhile really soured your whole day. You were laying in bed, scrolling Twitter when you came across a tweet that said ‘the best treatment for good girls’ with a video attached of a girl on her back getting face fucked by one guy and another fucking her pussy.

You bit your lip as you contemplated pressing play on the video.

‘Oh fuck it.’ You thought before hitting play.

The video itself was only nine seconds but it was more than enough to get you turned on. You exited out of Twitter and went to the internet browser hitting incognito mode and searched up your fave porn site.

Rolling on your back with your phone in one hand and the other softly squeezing a tit as you scrolled down the main page. You find a video of two women fucking each other. You decided to click on the video and start watching it.

Your can feel the tingles in your body as your pussy gets wetter. Pulling your shirt up, your tits fall out as you go to pinch your nipple.

You keep tugging and groping your tits before moving down to your cunt. You barely dip your finger in between your folds-

“What the hell is your problem girl?” Ezra demanded as he opened your door without knocking.

“Oh my god get out!” You shout as you jump up quickly removing your finger and trying to cover yourself.

It takes him a second to fully adjust to what he’s seeing before a smirk crosses his face. Reaching for the door behind him, he closes it before taking a couple steps closer to your bed. He places his hands on his hips as his smirk widens into a sinister smile.

“Ah now I get it. This why you were being a brat this morning kiddo? Huh? Poor little virgin got a taste of a real man and she needs more. Is that it baby? My pussy miss her daddy?”

“Oh fuck you Ezra! Me and my pussy do not miss you nor do we want you!”

That wiped the smile right off his face as he steps into your space, grabbing your face in his big hand, squishing your cheeks together.

“Don’t lie to me girl. You and I both know this cunt drools for me. You gone stop acting like a fucking brat or do I need to fuck it out of ya?”

As much as you want him to fuck you, the anger and betrayal from feeling unwanted at the party kept you from just saying yes. Your eyes start getting glassy as you swallow your spit ,

“Fuck. You.”

The sides of his mouth turn up into a smile as he lowers his face right in front of yours, “Oh kiddo. Acting like a brat is gonna get you punished. You don’t even have a clue what you’ve started.” He says in a low, gravelly voice. He turns his face slightly, nose touching your cheek as he slowly trails up to your temple.

An exaggerated moan comes from your phone and you both pause before looking down at the device.

You had completely forgot what you had been doing before you were interrupted.

“Now what’s this?”

Ezra is quicker than you to grab your phone and sees the video you were watching.

“This what you like kiddo? You get off watching pretty girls lick cunts?”

Shame and embarrassment heat up your face. You don’t know what to say,

“I - I It’s it-it’s not - wh- “ you stutter.

“Shh baby it’s okay.” He whispers as he leans forward, softly kissing your lips, “come here let Uncle Ezra help.”

He lets go of your face as he moves to sit behind you. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you in between his open legs, taking one of his legs and wrapping it over your leg and spreading you open.

“Hold the phone baby so we can watch together.”

You take the phone from him as he kisses the side of your neck. You can already feel his cock hard against your back.

“My hands don’t feel good Uncle Ezra. They don’t feel like yours.” You manage to get out in a whine.

“I know kiddo. I know.” His fingers interlock with yours as he pulls your hand up to his mouth. You watch as he puts two of your fingers in his mouth and sucks. Your mouth drops open as he stares deep into your eyes. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, he moves your hand towards your face as you take your freshly sucked fingers into your mouth, lips closing around the digits.

“There’s my good girl. I know you don’t wanna act like a brat. I know baby. Uncle Ezra’s gonna make his girl feel better.”

He pulls your fingers out of your mouth and places them on your covered mound. He uses his fingers to press yours into your clothed cunt and begin to rub circles right over where your clit is. You can’t help but throb from the friction it’s giving you.

“Watch the pretty girls baby. Watch them lick on each others pretty pussies.”

A soft moan is pulled from your throat as you follow his orders.

Ezra gets to work pulling your shorts down as you watch the porn playing on your phone. Throwing the shorts to the side, he pulls you back with him as he leans against your headboard. His legs wrap back around yours, holding you wide open. His fingers quickly making their way back to your pussy. Taking his time, dragging his thick digits from your entrance up to your little bundle of nerves and back again. You can’t help but buck your hips up, trying to get a little bit more. More touch, more friction, anything he’s willing to give.

The brush of his stubble on your neck, the feeling of his hot breath on your ear, he plunges two fingers in. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you finally get what you’ve been so desperate for. Ezra takes your ear lobe in between his teeth as he nibbles on it. Soft, sweet moans spilling from you as he massages your wet walls.

“Use those pretty fingers o’ yours baby. Rub on that sweet clit, make my pussy cum.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your free hand quickly gets to work rubbing circles furiously on your bundle of nerves as he begins to finger fuck you harder.

You find yourself quickly on the edge, ready to spill over any second.

“U-un- uncle Ez- ‘mgonna cum”

Ezra pulls his fingers out as his other hand grabs your hand, holding it against your chest.

Using his free hand he slaps your pussy in rapid succession.

“No!!! What are you doing!?” You shout as you come back down from your almost high.

“Nuh uh baby you wanna act like a little brat I’m gonna treat you like a brat and brats don’t get to cum.”

You could feel your face heat up with anger and shame. You acted like that because of him. He lead you to this, to act like this.

“You’re my pretty little plaything baby. Mine. I control when this pussy cums. You wanna act like a bitch, I’m gonna treat you like one. You got that?”

Tears threaten to spill over as you bite your lip. Frustrated from not being able to cum, mad and upset from feeling rejected by him. You want to scream so bad.

“I hate you.” You manage to whisper. Scared to speak, knowing your voice would be shaky.

“You. . Ignored me. I- I tried so hard to get you to notice me. At the party,” you gulp in a deep breath, “You ruined me and threw me away.”

Ezra’s face falls. Eyes wide as he takes in your sad face as you reveal your truth. Your words are a sucker punch to his gut.

“Oh kiddo. No. No baby I noticed you. I always do. You made it so hard for me, all I wanted to do was take you, right there in front of everyone.”

With that, Ezra softy leaves a sweet kiss to your forehead before slowly trailing down to your nose.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.”

His lips press a kiss to the top of your nose.

His lips just barely touching yours as you both look into each others eyes. It feels as though he is looking directly into your soul.

“You’re mine baby. Until I no longer walk this earth and even then, there will be no others ya hear me? Mine. And I’m yours honey. All yours. But we gotta keep this a secret. I know your smart kiddo, if someone found out about us your daddy would kill me. You don’t want that do you?”

You shake your head no ever so slightly. Tears now full on streaming down your face.

Ezra presses his lips on yours, seemingly taking your breath away with a soft, simple kiss.

He moves out from behind you, putting the forgotten phone down on your nightstand.

Pulling his own shorts down, his thick cock hitting his stomach. He lowers his body over yours as he takes both of your hands in one of his.

Lips finding yours again, your own tongue darting out to lick his lip, asking for permission to enter. He opened, allowing you inside. Eagerly you lick into his mouth as he tightens his lips around your tongue and sucks. A deep guttural moan pulled from the very depths of your body. Ezra takes his free hand to rub his cock through your folds before notching himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in.

The stretch making you moan more into his mouth as he continued to kiss you.

This was nothing like the first time he fucked you. Slow, deep strokes making you feel every inch of him. You grab onto the hand that’s holding your hands hostage, just trying to ground yourself. The immense pleasure making you feel as though your about to float away if you aren’t anchored to this earth. After each thrust in, Ezra grinds into you, bringing you back to your peak,

“Please don’t stop oh fuck pp- please!”

“Oh fuck I’m not baby I won’t stop. W- where do you want me kiddo? You want my cum in this tight little snatch honey? That what my little girl wants? Huh?” He starts thrusting into you faster.

Your eyes roll back as you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Yes! Yes Uncle Ezra oh fuck, please cum in me! Please!”

“There’s my good girl nngh oh oh fuck oh fuck”

Hearing his words and moans send you over the edge. Your cunt tightens around him as you cum making his thrusts stutter as he gets closer to his own finish.

The both of you stare deeply into each others eyes. Noses touching, chests heaving as you both come down from your high.

Ezra rolls off, laying down next you.

Holding his arm out to let you curl into his side.

He holds you close to him as he places a kiss on the top of your head,

“I really am sorry baby.”

Your so wore out, all you can do is wrap your arm around him and hold onto him as tight as you can as you squeeze your eyes shut.

No more words are exchanged, just the sound of your breathing as it starts to even out.

Drifting off to sleep you can’t help but wonder how you got here. The fact that this is your dads best friend. A guy you’ve always seen as an uncle. Who’s been a total creep since you’ve hit 18. Now here you are, craving him. Needing him. This isn’t gonna end well.

A/n: I just wanna apologize I know I suck at being consistent. It is what it is. Life’s been rough and I’ve been struggling with writing. But I hope you enjoy this, I love you! I love seeing everyone’s reactions! Please reblog, comment, send me asks, talk to me about my writing lol or about anything! I love to yap lol

#Ezra #uncle Ezra #uncle Ezra x you #pedro pascal #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #ezra x f!reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe

[cinnasalmon]

Many of you have seen/heard the video but here's the datamined lines from Early Access for Zevlor (I know Guex is the thumbnail but when you press play the video should start at Zevlor. Oh and Holy Rolan Empire: report for duty, your boy is in here too). Keep in mind screams, laughs, snores, grunts, etc. are sprinkled throughout the lines lmao

And if you don't want to listen to all 1000+ audio files here are some of my favorites:

45:22 → "I suppose I could find the courage for a dance. The question is, can you find the courage to watch?"

49:45 → “No matter if this idiot heard me. The others will never believe their reluctant leader Zevlor follows the Absolute.”

55:33 → “If these sheep can buy me a place among the wolves then I will use them as I will.”

1:01:09 → “I don’t know what waits, and I don’t care. These people chose to put their lives in my hands.”

1:03:12 → "Unskilled is the liar who convinces only himself."

1:08:25 → "Poor thing. Touched, aren't you? No matter, you're still welcome to travel with us—we'll look after you."

1:15:56 → "I take comfort knowing your fate is tied to mine, at least."

1:32:12 → "Mm. I do love an audience."

1:36:03 → "Owe? What do I owe these people? I was a turncoat to them. The tiefling who joined the city watch.”

1:41:28 → “Don’t do anything stupid, hm? Remember that our fates are intertwined.”

1:48:32 → "There's an old Infernal saying..." [i'm not even gonna try to type that one out chief]

2:01:13 → “Nevermind, prove yourself useful here and I’ll remember you when I’m a True Soul.”

#many other great lines are sprinkled throughout tho #zevlor #bg3 zevlor #absolute!zevlor #god i hate him i hate him let me fuck him

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Everything Great About a Match: Evan Sterling v Leroy Blaze (bgeast.com)

Everything Great About this Match: +7

Evan Sterling v Leroy Blaze (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

So let's begin:  +1: The guys are hot and a point for their different body types.  Wrestlers come in all shapes and sizes and it's great how the muscular Eye-catching Evan is balanced by cut lithe Leroy.  

Leroy, built to stretch in any position. 

Evan, built bigger to stretch out and manhandle said opponent.

Now if you thought you knew how this match would go simply by looking at them, well then, you would be wrong.

+1: For an even match with each man knowing how to accentuate their strengths.  Evan is the big sexy brute powering his way to domination while Leroy is the equally sexy sprite, flinging his body around to great effect.  

Flipin for the counter attack and you got to hand it to Leroy, the man can move.

Evan simply pulls Leroy off the mat and tosses him around like he weighs next to nothing

Those huge, muscular thighs are no joke, just ask Leroy

+1: For all the ab bashes.  Evan looks like a towering heel, pounding against the razor thin Leroy.  But don't count Leroy out, the guy knows how to dish out the punishment and is the man when it comes to selling all this. Hell, this deserves a bonus point [+1]

+1: The guys get sweaty.  They definitely deserve a point for the all the effort they put into this match as the entire ring gets slick with sweat.  

+1: This nice guy match slowly evolves as these two become more desperate for the win.  Our two gentlemen begin by wrestling by the book to eventually pulling out all the stops in order to win.  

Wrestling Green Flag: Holding the ropes open for your date, I mean opponent. 

Well that changed quick! Evan: I don't care if you're on the ropes; You're mine!

Remember that shaking your opponents hand at the end is a sign of good sportsmanship; whether he's unconscious or not.  

+1: I love a hard fought match untill exhaustion and this is it.  The guys work hard and it shows not only in sweat but in that extra sense of effort that I just can't put my finger on.  Sure both men are wobbly and stumble around the ring towards the end but there's something in the final minutes of the match that makes me feel 'these guys wanted to win badly' and gave it there all.  Definitely deserves a point. 

The guys are running on fumes and it's only a matter of time before one man breaks.

------- Everything Great About this Match: +7

So there you have it. While relatively newish to the ring by bgeast standards, both men are quickly working their way up the gay wrestling stable to new heights.  It's perfect how they fought until they had nothing left and gave this match that extra something that makes gives gay wrestling so much heart and reminds me why I love this so much.  

#gay wrestling #bgeast.com #Evan Sterling #Leroy Blaze

[lostfirefly]

Now hush little baby, don't you cry, everything's gonna be alright

The idea for the fic came to me completely by accident. A friend who has a child talked about how she spends time with him. And I have no idea how to communicate with children. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: You and Buggy have a little daughter. The ship is moored and you go to rest, leaving Buggy with the child.

Warnings: Fun (I have no experience with kids, sorry if there are discrepancies), Buggy is practically hysterical.

Words: 1815

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “Mockingbird” by Eminem.

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“Y/N, it’s screaming again!” Buggy growled into his pillow. 

“That's not it, Buggy, it's your daughter.” You muttered into his chest.

“This is your baby, velvet cake.” He buried his face in your hair.

“It’s as much mine as it is yours, Buggy.” You stroked his arm. “We made her together. Remember that night? At the end of sex you yelled that you would become king of the pirates.” 

“It was good!” He reluctantly got out of bed and walked towards the crib that was located not far from your shared bed. 

Inside the crib lay a little girl with Y/E/C and blue hair. Every time Buggy looked at his daughter, he was glad inside himself that she had not inherited his nose. 

“What should I do with her?” He asked loudly. 

“First of all, don't scream. Second of all, rock her first.”

“I'm not very good with children. Can I wait until she turns 18 and then start raising her?” Buggy looked at you as you stretched in bed. “How did I even end up with children?” He scratched his head and took the child into his arms. “So, what is next?” 

“Just rock her. Like this.” You took the pillow in your hands and showed how it should be done. 

“OK.” Buggy swung his daughter one way, then the other, then swung her one way again and the other again. "Seems to work, velvet cake! She cries less.” 

“You see, you're doing great, my love.” You got out of bed, put on your slippers and, shuffling along the floor, approached them both. "You'll learn everything in time, Buggy. Hello, my Lily Gold." You waved to your daughter. 

“It’s easy for you to say - you’ll learn.” Buggy chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re a woman, you know how to do it. It’s in your nature.” 

“Hell, no!” You shook your head. “It just somehow happened that I had to take one under my wing to raise one.” You pecked him on the cheek. “Big.” Smack on his lips. “Capricious.” Smack on his nose. “Child. So, I’ll go wash up and make us breakfast. I also need to go to the store on the island and buy something.” 

“What? Did something happen?” Buggy became noticeably nervous. “Are you feeling unwell? Is there something wrong with the baby?”   

“No, no!” You softened your voice, trying to calm him down. “Don't get me wrong, I love you both, but I want to get some rest. I have a spa appoitnment.” 

While you were making breakfast, Buggy sat next to you, holding your daughter in his arms. He was loudly clattering plates and mugs and yelling at anyone who came into the kitchen and spoke loudly (so it seemed to him, even though everyone was whispering). Buggy and your daughter at breakfast certainly made you smile, but at the same time it was a disaster. They were both constantly dropping things, getting messy in their food, and they both started whining if something didn't go their way. You would just roll your eyes, convincing yourself that he was the love of your life, the love you sometimes wanted to strangle. You got up from your chair, wiped their faces, and continued drinking your morning coffee.

You went to your room, Buggy and Lily followed you. He constantly asked how soon you would return, what he should do and how to get along with children in general. 

“Learn, daddy! You are the culprit of this creature.” You adjusted his bandana and looked into his scared eyes. “For the record, I have no regrets. I love our family. You and our daughter. But since this will be a copy of you, I need to gain strength. That's it, I'm off. Bye, my love. Bye, Lily! I'll be back in three hours.”

“THREE HOURS???” Buggy's eyes widened, but he looked at your slightly tired face, exhaled and kissed your forehead. “Fine.”

“Bye, my captain. I love you!" You pecked him on the lips and left. 

Buggy sat down on the bed, holding Lily in his arms. Fortunately, she was no longer a newborn baby, because that period was a nightmare for you. The baby was screaming all the time, Buggy was screaming all the time. 

“So. What should I do with you?” Buggy took his daughter and turned her over in his hands. She laughed happily and tried to grab his nose. “No, Lily! Not the nose! We don't touch daddy's nose.” He muttered and looked around. “Oh! You're a child. You must love toys, right?”

Buggy grabbed Lily in his arms, walked with her to the toys and put her on the floor. “Who do you want to play, me sweet candy? Pony? Lamb? Pig?" He sorted through the toys and showed them one by one. 

The girl looked at her father with batted eyes and grabbed his nose again. 

“Fuck! Lily Gold! You can't touch daddy's nose!” Buggy leaned back a little. 

“Honk!” Lily said and pointed to her nose. “Dad. Nose. Honk.” 

Buggy looked at his daughter doomedly. “Do you want dad to make a honk with his nose? Maybe you’ll choose the lamb?” 

She shook her head, made a face and crossed her arms.

He rolled his eyes, growled and said a dissatisfied “okay”, squeezing his nose so that it made a sound. “You like your mother, love to do this with me. Well, Lily. What else do you want to do?”

Buggy tilted his head and looked at his daughter. “Thank God you don't have my nose." He took her in his arms and said in a whisper. “But daddy will always protect you. You and your mom. I never let someone hurt you, my biggest treasure." Buggy kissed his daughter on the top of the head. 

Lily got off his feet, took the ball and handed it to him.

“Lily Gold, daddy doesn't know how to make balloon dogs.” Buggy shrugged.  

She immediately made a face again and began to scream, and cry. 

Buggy rolled his eyes and hissed through his teeth . “Mother fuc~. Okay, I'll do it, just stop yelling!" He took the balloon, somehow inflated it and made something that vaguely resembled a dog. He gave it into his daughter's hands, and the balloon immediately burst. And Lily yelled even louder. 

“Fu-u-ck! What does your mother do at such moments?” Buggy grabbed his head. 

At that moment, one of the freaks knocked on the cabin. “Captain?!”

“WHAT?!” Buggy barked and went to the door.

“We are almost replenished, and we know where the Straw Hat's are going.” The freak gave him papers.

“I don't give a fuck about the Straw Hat right now.” He threw the papers back in the man's face. “I'm sitting with the daughter while Y/N is away.” 

“Excuse me, Captian, you're not sitting with your daughter.” The freak shook his head. 

“What? What are you talking about! Here s~.” Buggy pointed his finger at the place where he was sitting a couple of minutes ago. 

“Where? Where's she? Where's the baby?” He grabbed the freak by the clothes and started shaking him. “Where is my daughter?” 

“I don't know, Capta-a-in!!” The freak's head was bobbing like a bobblehead. 

“Oh, fuck!! Oh, fuck!! Y/N will kill me. She will kill me!” Buggy grabbed his head and began to rush around the room. “Get out of the way!” He threw the freak aside and ran out of the cabin. 

Buggy practically ran around the ship, calling his daughter's name in a whisper. He was afraid that you might appear earlier. He turned the corner and saw blue hair flash. 

“Gotcha!” Buggy hugged Lily tighter and picked her up. “How did you manage to escape? For year and a half, you are a very fast girl! Don't scare dad like that again, okay?”

“Richie! Richie!” Lily grabbed Buggy by the hair and began to pull.

“Ouch! No-o-o! We're not going to Richie, Lily! He's probably sleeping.” Buggy carried the girl back to the cabin and sat her on the bed. “I don’t know what to do with you. Do you want to draw? Let’s draw!” He took out pencils and sheets of paper and gave them to her. 

“Richie!” Lily threw everything on the floor. 

“OK.” He scratched his head and looked around, “Do you want to play balll? Let's play ball!” He gave Lily a small yellow ball. “See? Are you happy? Please, my sweet candy, show daddy your happy face!”

“Richie!!” Lily threw the ball in Buggy's face. 

“Damn!” He rubbed his forehead. “What should I do with you?!” Buggy grabbed his head and was ready to scream. “I know! Let daddy show you some chop chop tricks!” He separated his hand and gave it into his daughter's hands. “You see how dad can do it? Cool? Please, say it’s cool!!” Buggy was on the verge of hysterics. 

“RICHIE!!!” Lily stomped her foot and threw her hand at Buggy's face. 

“Fuck!” He attached his hand back. “Okay. Do you want to see Richie? Let's go to see Richie. Maybe he'll finally eat daddy.” Buggy muttered under his breath, took Lily in his arms and walked down the ship. 

They entered the room where the lion was sitting, and Buggy put the girl on the floor. Lily looked at him and smiled. 

“What? Why are you smiling? Finally satisfied, little s~?” He crossed his arms.

“Richie-e-e!” Lily happily ran towards the lion and began to try to climb onto him. 

Buggy smiled and approached his daughter. He helped her climb up the lion and watched carefully to make sure she didn't fall. “That’s my girl! I'm so pr~” 

“What are you doing here?” Buggy heard your voice behind him. “I came to the cabin, and your freaks told me that you were with Richie.” You walked up to Buggy and kissed him on the cheek. “How are you?”

“We’re great. It’s easy to sit with kids. I don't understand why you're complaining.”

“Liar.” You hugged him and placed your head on his shoulder.

“Has it been three hours already?” Buggy wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“No. Just an hour. It turns out that I have a spa appointment for tomorrow. So you’ll have to sit with Lily tomorrow. By the way, I bought you a gift. Whiskey!” You pulled the bottle out from behind your back. “I also thought that maybe we could leave Lily to someone from the crew today and spend some time together? What do you think?” You snuggled closer to him and winked. 

“I like this idea. And you know what I was thinking of, my velvet cake?” Buggy looked at you with the corner of his eye, glancing at Lily.

“About what, my beloved Captain?” You asked softly and ran your fingers along his neck.

“Let’s have another child?!”

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[thiccpersonality]

Damian (Gremlin) Wayne and his even more gremlin-esque family pt.5

Richard, Jason and Tim stand outside of Bruce's large bathroom, the three sets of blue eyes narrowing at the little boy splashing around cutely in their father's bathtub. Jason can't help the disbelieving scoff that escapes from his mouth at the sight of Damian gathering bubbles in his hand and blowing them with quite possibly the cutest giggle he's ever heard ugliest little chortle he's ever heard.

Jason softly growls deep in his throat and looks down at Richard while pointing at said bouncing baby boy through the cracked open door. "Look at the little dirtbag! Playing the cute card up while we were left to clean everything up! I oughta drown him in his own bathwater."

Richard shushes Jason and reaches up to pat the younger boy's head. "Drowning is going a bit too far...but in due time we'll make Damian see things our way."

Tim lets out a huff from below Richard, "Can't he reflect on it while being held under the water? I know I'd love to get my hands on him and teach him a thing or two about stepping in on our territory." Tim looks at Bruce as he says "territory" and listens to the agreeing noise Jason makes. And you know what? It's kind of disturbing how much they've been in agreement lately...but for now their alliance is what matters most during this trying time.

The sound of Damian talking interrupts the three aggravated boys, the trio leaning closer to hear what the younger boy is saying.

"You know, father....I think I want those toy ducks you offered to put in the water. Unless it's too much trouble?" Richard holds back the strangled noise his throat tries to make at the sight of Bruce kindly smiling and kissing Damian's forehead before rising to a stand. "It's no trouble at all. Give me some time to go find them and I'll be right back to wash your hair."

Damian hums and smiles at Bruce leaving, watching carefully as his father freezes outside of the doorway and looks around suspiciously. The small boy pops a bubble before addressing his dad, "What's the matter? Are you alright, father?" Bruce shakes his head and smiles at Damian before reassuring the boy that everything is fine and leaving the bedroom.

Damian's smile drops as soon as he hears the bedroom door click shut, his tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth while he narrows his green eyes to the entrance of the bathroom. "I know you three are out there spying on me and father. Are you trying to sabotage my special time with him? Because if so, you'll be the ones drowning in this bathwater instead of me."

Green eyes stay trained on the doorway, a self-satisfied smile stretching Damian's lips at seeing Richard, Jason and Tim shuffling into the bathroom with varying looks of displeasure written on their faces.

Tim crosses his arms and holds Damian's glare with his own, "So you knew we were there the whole time and didn't say anything?" Damian delights in Tim's eye twitching when he throws some bubbles at him, "Why would I? I was reveling in the knowledge of you three looking on in jealousy and anger at the affection father is so easily giving me. I would be foolish to interrupt the live entertainment."

Jason steps forward and glares down at Damian, "Is that all you see us as is entertainment? We've been here longer than you and you mosey your way on in here and disrespect us by bathing in our father's bathtub and eating our food?"

Damian acknowledges the comment with a sneer, "You all are a circus-" green eyes look over at Richard in amusement-"Though I suppose one of you is used to playing the clown, isn't that right? And as for bathing in his tub and eating the food, your arguments are becoming quite childish and petty, do you not think so? Though If we were to argue that point: I am the blood son, all this will belong to me one day and therefore whatever is my father's is mine. And if you dare fuck this chance up for me to be with the man I've heard stories about since my birth...well, I suppose I'll have to make your life a living hell."

Richard narrows his eyes at the violent curl of Damian's lips and the fire in his eyes. Cursing the boy for how cute he looks when he leans over the tub and looks up at the three of them with wide eyes and a suddenly sweet smile. "And what competition truly is there when I am sitting right here?" Damian flutters his lashes and puffs out his cheeks cutely, "Now get out of my presence before I have to deal with you three myself. And believe you me, you do not want me getting out of this bathtub."

Jason mocks Damian and rolls his eyes, "You do not want me getting out of this bath tub". We aren't scared of you ya little jackass! We have faced worse than an angry, spiteful little gremlin taking a bubble bath. It'll be like dealing with a wet, pathetic looking cat."

Richard looks up in thought before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, Jay...wet cats are particularly feisty." Jason elbows the other in his side for the comment, the two starting to argue until the sound of Bruce's footsteps is heard coming near the bathroom. The three send a small glare Damian's way before slipping away to hide just as Bruce pushes the door open.

Damian gives a genuinely happy smile at seeing his father with a vast selection of rubber ducks in his arms. The man quickly dumping the toys in the water and softly apologizing for taking so long, "I'm glad that the tub has a 'keep warm' feature or else you would have been sitting in cold water this whole time."

Damian starts to arrange all the ducks in the water while Bruce reaches up to grab his shampoo, the cap popping open before the man pauses and makes a small noise. "I forgot to ask if you wanted me to use a different product? I can go-" Bruce is pulled back down by a small, wet hand on his arm, turning his head to see his son looking delighted at the thought of using his very own shampoo. "It's fine! I would be honored to smell like you, father! You smell really good."

Bruce settles back down with a smile and squirts out some of the product into his hands while lathering it up. "So how did it go?"

Damian's satisfied little sigh at the gentle hands cleaning his scalp is replaced with a confused hum at the question. "How did what go, father?" Bruce chuckles from behind Damian and continues his work, "The talk with your brothers, you know, the three boys who have decided to hide away in my bathroom. How did it go?"

Damian opens his eyes and cranes his head back to look up into the fondly amused gaze of his father. The man looks down at Damian with a smirk and waits patiently for his other three children to reveal themselves, his smile growing wider at Richard's sigh coming from the bathroom closet and Jason's curses coming from above him. Bruce dips one of his hands in the bathwater to wash it off before reaching over to the sink cabinets and knocking on it thrice.

"I know you're in there, Timmy."

Bruce waits patiently and chuckles at seeing Tim poke his head out from the cabinet with a nervous look in his eyes and frown on his lips. Bruce doesn't mind sitting in the silence as he turns back to finish washing Damian's hair, he can practically hear his childrens worried thoughts wondering about if they are in any trouble-and he just finds that amusing.

Of course, it is Richard that speaks up first, "We just wanted to come check up on him. Make sure he didn't drown in the bathtub since he's so small." Bruce tilts Damian's head back as the boy turned to look at the guilty faces of his siblings and rinses the boy's hair out. Turning to raise a brow at his eldest child as he does so, "He is almost the same size as Jason when I first took him in. Mind you, Jason was perfectly fine when sitting in this same tub."

Damian's eyes widen and he pulls away from his father's hands to point accusingly at the nineteen-year-old. "You got to use this same bathtub!? Why are you mad at me for using it!?" Bruce's brows pinch together and he turns to look at Jason now instead. "You got mad at him for using my tub?"

Damian tugs at Bruce's arm with a fierce nod, "And he threatened me! He and Timothy said they were going to drown me in my own bathwater." Icy blue eyes widen slightly before giving the two teens a disciplinary glare, "Did you threaten to drown your baby brother?" The avoidance of making eye contact from Tim and Jason defensively crossing his arms tells Bruce all he needs to know.

Bruce makes an offended noise and places his hands on his hips while sighing tiredly. "Why would you say that to him? Alfred told me you three were getting along in the cave earlier...were you lying to him when he came down there?"

Richard wants to desperately defend himself from any of these accusations, but he knows Bruce wouldn't believe him if he said that Alfred was just as much into this whole debate as they are. "We weren't lying! It was only a little brotherly teasing, B, we swear it!" Richard shouts and looks desperately at his three youngest brothers in hope that they'll suck up their pride, play along, and make nice with each other to ease their father's worries.

But the evil gleam in Damian's large, green eyes tells the eldest Wayne child otherwise, the baby of the family is set on a righteous vengeance as he wobbles his lower lip and-somehow-reddens his chubby cheeks while leaning over the edge of the tub once again. "Richard is lying, father! He didn't even try to stop them from saying such despicable things! He just sat and watched as Todd and Drake threatened me...do they really not want me here?" Damian murmurs sadly, avoiding eye contact while he dredges up fake tears.

Bruce's glare gets even more intimidating while he looks on disappointedly at his eldest three sons. His sharp gaze returning back to Richard after he finishes thoroughly glaring at the younger two.

"I know Tim and Jason are in control of their own actions...but is this true, Richard? Did you just watch as your other two brothers picked on the baby?" Bruce clicks his tongue in disappointment at the stuttering from Richard and the guilty looks of Jason and Tim and points to the bathroom door with a frown.

"You three wash up. Jason, Tim, you both go to your rooms. I expect apologies from all three of you in the morning."

Jason scoffs and crosses his arms, "Like hell I'm apologizing to the little r-" he trails off at THE LOOK™ Bruce is giving him and looks away, trying a different tactic instead. "I'm nineteen...I don't need to listen to you anymore."

Jason ignores Tim muttering about how he never listens at Bruce pulling the disappointed dad arm cross. "You are absolutely right, Jason Peter. You don't have to listen to me, but you are living in my house, you eat up the food I by with my money and you have yet to move out. And while I provide all those things because I love you dearly, as long as you choose to live under my roof, what does that mean for your nineteen-year-old behind?"

Jason crosses his arms and pouts frowns, "It means I'll wash up and go to my room." The teen gives one last glare to Damian before angrily stomping out of Bruce's room, Tim whispering an apology with wet eyes before exiting the room as well.

Richard feels upset as well, but mainly at himself, isn't he supposed to be the mature one? Where did those times go? The eldest says his good night's before rushing out of Bruce's room and heading to his own only to see Jason and Tim sulking in his bed. Richard sighs before settling on the edge and ruffling the two messy heads, "I thought Bruce told us to wash up and head to bed."

The younger two can hear the unasked question: "why are you two sitting here instead?" Tim answers with a whine and looks up pitifully at the man, "We've done it now! Bruce will never forgive us! Our mistakes are too much and we will surely be sent to live in an orphanage or home for troubled youths..."

Jason glares up at the ceiling but pushes his head farther into the eldest's gentle head pats. "Me and D are too old for the orphanage-"

Tim wails louder in distress, "I'm being separated from more of my only family!? That orphanage system will eat me alive! I don't wanna go!" Jason sits up and leans on his elbows to look down at Tim in genuine confusion and a bit of concern. "Timmers...do you really think you'll be leaving the Manor for some shitty government system? Bruce would rather date the Joker before giving any of us up, now shut up and let me finish! I was also going to say that D doesn't have to go to his room."

Tim lets out a confused noise at the feeling of a large hand replacing Richard's on his head to quickly ruffle his hair affectionately before pushing his face away.

The eldest smiles at the scene before frowning at Jason's comment, "What do you mean? Dad told us to wash up and head to our rooms." Jason shakes his head and gestures to himself and Tim, "Wrong. Dad said the THREE of us had to wash up and me and Tim head to our rooms. I guess because I'm not actually twenty I still get room treatment."

Richard thinks about it for a second before smiling sheepishly, "Well...with the look he was giving, he mind as well have been talking about me too. There's no way I wasn't about to not come into my room as a precaution." Jason sighs loudly and ignores how Tim has sought comfort in his side, the eldest notices Tim doing so and softly sighs. "It's just the anxiety talking, bud. B isn't going to send us away...why don't you go get your clothes and wash up in my bathroom? Then we can have a looong hugging session."

At the words "long", "hugging", and "session." Jason attempts to roll out of the bed but is held down by Richard and immediately smothered in hugs, the second eldest loudly curses and fights while Tim starts laughing at them and jumps on top of Richard.

The sweet moment is ruined by the creek of the door opening and Alfred walking in with Jason and Tim's clothing. "You three better wash up quickly and stop soiling my sheets with your food stained bodies. And you, Jason and Tim, better head to your rooms right after you bathe here or else I'll be telling your father." Tim clears his throat and sits up straight, looking at Alfred curiously.

"What's B doing with Damian now?"

Alfred hands the clothes over to the two teens and smiles at the three with an oddly joyful look in his eyes. "I believe young Master Damian has gained a couple more points as he has used Master Bruce to physically get rid of you three. He is now wearing one of your father's too large for him shirts as we speak and he is sleeping in Master Bruce's bed for the night."

Alfred turns to leave the room and pauses at the doorway, turning around with an impish look that matches Damian's face all too well. "Oh yes, and he told me to tell you three that when you sleep tonight, you better be dreaming of his success-" his face returns back to something stoic as he slowly closes the door with a professional-"Have a good night, young sirs." Jason punches at Richard's pillow angrily when the door clicks shut while Tim huffs and flops back onto the bed.

Richard just groans and buries his face in his hands, wondering to himself where this all went wrong.

(Richard is really out here acting like that kid that gets an A+ all the time and then gets one bad review on Yelp one A- and has a meltdown over it. That is the representation of how he felt at Bruce scolding him. 😂

Also, I know nineteen isn't really an age where anyone gets sent to their room...but let Bruce be a dad! And I wasn't going to swap ages around suddenly for it lol, I do hope everyone can ignore that sksksk. And poor Tim becoming anxious over Bruce getting mad, poor lad will probably be up all night like 🌘👄 🌒 at the thought of Bruce sending him away.

Basically the summary of this pt is:

Richard: 😡🌝(<- his scheming face)😅😱😞😓🥺😢

Jason: 😡💯🔥😡🤬🤬🤬🤬😒(<- at Damian)😔(<- when Bruce scolds him)🤬😡🤬😡🤬😡

Tim: 😒😡🥲😔🥺😓😞🌘👄🌒😭😕🙁☹️😨😰(<- the last five is him thinking about being sent away)

As usual, if anyone manages to see and like/reblog this, you are much appreciated! You lovelies please stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

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[acewritesfics]

We Should buy a Horse | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: from @/runnning-outof-time

Warnings: None

Word Count: 747

Tommy Shelby Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“You know you don’t have to help me pour drinks,” Y/N says as she stands behind the bar of the Garrison with Tommy, who’s pouring a large jug of ale for one of the patrons.  

“We own the place now, so might as well do the work,” he smiles.   

Not wanting to dampen his good mood, she smiles back at him and kisses his cheek as she moves on to serving more customers.   

After handing the patron his jug, he steps back to watch Y/N as she interacts with the regulars as well as the new patrons, always with a friendly smile on her face. She always knows what to say and when to say it. He’s always thought of her as his ray of sunshine, poking through the dark stormy skies. She’s the love of his life and the only one he can see himself spending the rest of his life with. He knows that everything he does is for his family and for her, wanting to give her everything she deserves which to him is the world.   

“Are you all right, love?” Y/N asks Tommy as she moves to stand in front of him as Arthur took over pouring drinks.   

“I’m more than all right,” he smiles at her again, his eyes sparkling like they use to before the war happened though not as bright. But the sparkle was still there. “Our betting shop is legal now, we have the Garrison, I have my family and I have you. Things are looking up, sweetheart.”  

Y/N cups his cheeks and brings him in for a quick kiss.   

“I love you,” she tells him once her lips part from his. “And I love seeing you happy again.”  

“I’ve always been happy when I’m with you,” he pulls her close, his arms encircling her waist. “And I love you too.”  

Choosing once again not to dampen his mood, she leans into his embrace until he lets her go, taking her hand in his.   

“I want to show you something,” he tells her, leading her to the office that now belonged to Arthur.   

As they entered the room, Tommy shuts the door shutting out the chattering of the people in the pub. “I think we should buy a horse,” he tells her as he searches through the papers on the desk. Frowning slightly, he mumbles something about her helping Arthur with the paperwork so he can keep it organized.   

“How many horses do you have already?” she asks him.  

“Those are racehorses,” he points out.   

“You want a pet?” she continues to question him, slightly confused about what. “Where will you put it?”   

“We could buy a home with a stable in the countryside,” he answers confusing her even further.   

“You’re saying we an awful lot tonight,” she points out. “Have you talked to your brothers and Polly about your plans.”  

“Why would I talk to them about it?” he asks her. “I want to do all that with you, not them,” he continues as he finds what he’s looking for and picks it up. “Look at the name next to mine at the bottom of the page,” he tells her handing the piece of paper to her.  

With confusion all over her face, she takes the piece of paper and finds Tommy’s name. As she reads the name next to his, her head shoots up, looking at him in shock before looking at the paper again. “Y/N Shelby,” she says aloud. “I... I’m not a Shelby though.”  

“I want you to be one,” he tells her, reaching into the top drawer of the desk.  

“Is this your way of asking me to marry you?” she asks unsure, the shock still on her face as she watches him.  

Pulling out a ring box, he opens it showing her the ring inside. “Will you do everything I just mentioned with me?” he asks her in reply. “Will you become Mrs. Y/N Shelby, and be my partner in the future I’m working on for me, you and our family?”   

“I thought you’d never ask,” she chokes out, her heart thumping hard against her chest, a sob stuck in her throat as she nods, a large smile on her face as she looks at him lovingly.   

He pulls her into a kiss as he slips the ring on to her finger.   

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips.  

“I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs. Shelby,” he says before deepening the kiss. 

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