#I have so much energy right now and am riding the high.
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American Royalty ch. 5
A Homelander X F! Reader and Dadlander fic.
A/N: prev. chapters available in my pin post, if ya like to be added to my taglist feel free to drop a comment with a request. I wanted to post this tomorrow but yeah am a liar with ADHD UwU.
Tags: mild gore, angsts, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance... i guess i should also say unhealthy/toxic relationship.
Chapter five
Thick lines.
Ryan and Helena were exhausted, most of the obstacle course had been partially destroyed, the walls damaged quite severely, and the ceiling was dented, Homelander had learned two things: 1) Ryan holds back too much– too afraid to harm, too afraid to break things, too afraid of his own powers as if they would come right-back around and harm him, and 2) Helena’s forcefield could take a beating, it had taken Ryan quite a bit of rage for it to start cracking, the girl continued to taunt hi, calling him inept, throwing insults without care before it cracked down.
She had learned her limits, making notes for future reference.
So here he was putting pressure on her arm, as she bled profusely.
Ryan was crying blaming himself, while Homelander took her to the labs. The girl didn’t cry much, seemingly just angry, only wincing as her father squeezed her arm with curses in her lips.
You had run out of the kitchen, guards refusing you entry to the labs, while you demanded entry Homelander had emerged and ordered them to step aside, throwing daggers at them as he took your hand.
You cried as you saw the bandages on her arm, you cried harder when she wrapped her arms around you, bawling and shaking underneath them.
Homelander calmly explained that she ended up with twenty stitches and some blood transfusion, but she was fine, no bone had been touched and her body was healing slowly.
You barely listened.
When was the last time you saw her cry? She was a quiet baby, a perfect baby, by the time she could talk, crying seemed redundant when she could simply spell it out for you.
“What did you do!?” You picked your child, retreating from him– I fucking qu–
“It was my fault…” Ryan said drying his sobs– I’m sorry.”
“It was an accident. The kids got a little heated during training… I should’ve stepped in earlier.”
Homelander took Ryan under his arm.
You stared at the kid, then back at your own.
“Helena did you–” You stroke her back– Sorry that my daughter antagonized you… It won’t happen again.”
Your voice was quiet, unable to look at either child.
“Let’s go get your stuff. My apologies, Homelander but I won’t be able to continue my work today. She won’t be a cause of future concern…” You wanted to quit and leave this tower forever.
He lets you go, no doctor tried stopping you either, but you wouldn’t let your daughter stay at Vought, a nurse informed you to come back to change the bandages in two days but you rather take her to an actual hospital.
You looked at him knowing he was going to come around.
Coffee already on the stove and biscuits on the table already waiting for him.
“How is she?” He was genuine.
“She says it's too itchy… but her arm is alright.” you scratch at your head.
“You look tired.”
“I haven’t slept for almost a decade… that’s just my face now.”
“You didn’t quit.” He sat beside you on the big round-table, turning pale as you saw him sit on his cape, his eyes reddened as he tried to look calm– are you quitting?”
“I dunno. Helena can be pretty abrasive. I’m sorry your son fell for it, she doesn’t mean it… she just thinks that people are going to be cruel, so she’s cruel first.”
“Why?” He presses taking a quick glance at the livingroom and the misplaced toys.
“Try being in a classroom full of teenagers and be the smartest one in the whole room, they just see a smug midget who thinks she’s better than anybody else– they’re mean… kids in general are mean… but she eventually just scares them enough… there were other kids she’d hurt, nothing too severe.”
You stayed in silence not knowing if you should ask him to leave or not. If you should let him be privy of those events.
“She knows.”
“You!”
“She either figured it out or used her powers to find out.” He rested his elbow on the table stroking his tired eyes– I didn’t tell her but she would’ve noticed there was something going on.”
You yawned, taking a couple sips of coffee as he copied you. The silence unbearable and your eyes heavy and aching, gawking at him made you think of her.
“Your eyes and lips are identical.” That was an unusual smile on your face– when she was born that was the first thing I noticed, the second was that mop of hair on her head… she had so much hair and it was so long, but those were your eyes… sadly, you know I always thought your nose was your best feature but she got mine.”
You stood up asking him to follow you to the living room with a finger, taking a seat on the same sofa you refused to throw away.
“Tell me about her… Becca never had the chance… I cleaned that house and found pictures and trinkets, but without the stories I can only speculate. I don’t know his first words, the first time he walked, his first time riding a bike… I don’t know anything. She never wanted to tell me.” He leaned closer, his hand close to yours but never touching– Ryan is sorry, he was quite shaken.”
“Her first word was ‘morning’.” You spoke wanting to indulge, wanting to seem better for some reason.
You told him stories, there had been a time when you fantasized sharing all these moments with him, when you were younger and stupider. When you two began to get too serious, when he had called you baby, darling and honey with genuine affection, when you watched him sleep and caressed his hair awake. You’d dreamed of drinking wine while your kids slept by his side at one point and in this forced intimacy you could be as deluded as he was just in case he was holding something nefarious over your head.
You let him know about her silly things, about her first love… the chemistry set you bought her when she was five. About how she lived in their local library and everybody knew her by name, about how some of the kids expected her to become Brooklyn’s finest, about her hatred of pistachio and strong emotions about bird keeping.
You never expected to talk to him like this after everything, but today has been a rollercoaster and you simply hadn't been in you to fight, not now when your daughter knew, you were doing this to yourself so you couldn’t fight it, you gave him morsels and crumbs because you had no one to talk about this things.
“Is Ryan alright?” You asked leaning away from him, the night was so dark and only the kitchen in the back lit the house– it must’ve been so scary.”
“He was pretty shaken. Took me a lot to get him to stop crying…”
“Helena won’t hold any grudges… I think… I got an idea… has Ryan ever been to Coney Island? Maybe we can take the kids to the boardwalk, have hotdogs and hit the aquarium, Helena will not misbehave in there.” You put your empty cup on the coffee table– they can make up.”
He gave you a tired smile, knowing he had to head home soon but wanting to talk some more.
“Are you angry at her?” He asks weakly.
“She would’ve hurt Ryan. I figured out she was forcing him to attack when you said things got a little heated, that’s how she dealt with bullies in the past.” you looked him straight in the eyes– I am upset.”
He found a way to touch your hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“Don’t be… I think Ryan would like the aquarium, he’s never been.” He seemed ashamed of that statement.
“Remember when we used to sneak out to Central Park?” You said suddenly with a chirp in your voice.
“Those were long nights.” He dares give you a flirty look.
“No… those handful of times where we went during daytime… ditch the suit… more witnesses, more likely to behave.”
You tried ignoring those sharp fangs, he was so good looking still and it had been so fucking long since you got laid, being forced to remember him, to interact with him, to let him touch you… some people like to be used… Helena had said it best, and in this nice house he bought you, and the nice stuff he got you all around you, you remember what he was trying to get out of you, and that was to play a role.
At the doctor’s office, Helena cried a lot when the doctor took her stitches out, it had taken a day to heal but she was left with a gnarly scar.
“Phantasma” You sit next to her while she eats some ice cream, she really did not like getting the stitches out, the visit had reduced her to an actual little girl, even after her words were incoherent, skipping words as she cried all the way out to the ice cream shop, Helena’s skin was hard not like her fathers but it was near impossible to penetrate it with a needle, forced to proceed without real anesthesia– sounds better than ‘Ghost Girl’, no?”
She looked up.
“Sounds cool. Why?” she sniffed hard.
“Your father did ask about it…”
“Huh?”
“Honey. He told me you figured it out. How?”
She licked her ice cream cone, as you tucked her under your arm. Scooting her closer on the park bench.
“I used Elmo to break into his apartment. I turned us both invisible and I went up there.” You pulled on her ear– ouch!”
“Helena!”
“He’s been following us for weeks!” you let her go– I was curious as to what he was doing… I was suspicious of his intentions, found the paperwork in his office and played stupid for a couple days.” She handed you her slobbered cover ice cream– Is not appropriate for a grown man to be following little girls.”
“You shouldn’t use Elmo like that!”
��You aren’t mad I broke into his house?” She looked perplexed.
“Nah… I could have given you the passcode it's the first thing they gave me when I started work. Don’t involve the kid!” You took a bite– Jesus Helena! You being invisible is hard enough… I don’t want you ending up like Translucent! Guy was so mentally ill.”
“You knew translucent?” her ear perked up.
“He would walk around naked in the bathrooms– I’ll explain to you when you’re older, honey.” you handed the ice cream back, your lips tight under your teeth– I knew your father for three years… So I got to meet some of The Seven. Either way leave the kid alone and for all intents and purposes you never told me about the stalking…”
“You got something in mind?”
“We’re going to play his game. You’re his daughter… so that tower should be yours, no?”
“There’s my older brother to worry about, too.”
“He’s just a little boy, riding thru life with only nepotism as his anchor” You stroke her hair pushing her bangs away from her beautiful eyes– but he’s not you.” You leaned into her ear– you are my daughter.”
Her smile was sickly sweet.
Here you were waiting for him at the entrance of the boardwalk, when you felt a light touch on your shoulder.
He looked uncomfortable and maybe too dressed up for the occasion, you took the lapel of his suit jacket. It was the nicest fabric you’ve touched in your entire life, surprised to see his hair not as gel-up and his eyes hiding behind versace sunnies.
“Did you raid Kendall Roy’s closet? I swear I saw this jacket in season 3.”
“Is a good show.” he laughs looking painfully stiff, his eyes moving rapidly behind his lenses– and yes.”
“Wait, is this actually from the show?”
“I just said yes.”
Your mouth dropped slightly, but you did like the feel of the jacket.
“You’re more Shiv.”
“Not Logan I hope?”
You snorted in horror, your daughter pretended to be confused by his appearance trying not to look at Ryan, who looked like a deer in front of a hummer.
“Are you doing okay, little guy?” You asked, making sure to lift his hat playfully– Ever had a Nathan’s glizzy? Is an institution.”
The kid looked so shy.
“No, I never had one…” He was one bad word away from sobbing.
“Is okay. My arm is all good again” Helena's adult size hoodie had a big enough collar for her to pull down and reveal nothing but a scar– I am not mad at you. It was an accident… Besides, you can’t be a supe if you’re afraid of getting boo-boos.”
Ryan seemed more shaken than anything, but before he could do his best sad little orphan boy impression, Helena took his hand and dragged him forward, telling him that he needed to try Nathan’s before doing anything, rambling about how good they are, and that she couldn’t wait to see the Aquarium.
Both you and Homelander stood a few steps behind as your daughter gave the kid no time to rest.
“She’s always been this pushy?” He whispered into your ear.
“She just found out that’s her brother… She's a tad excited.”
“You had the talk? Without me!?” He looked upset, staring at his kids with a bit of bitterness.
“I was ambushed. I swear to god you need to figure out a weakness with her damn bubble.”
“What's the limit before she runs out of oxygen?” he asks.
“1 minute and 46 seconds is her personal best.” you whispered back.
“What did you tell Helena was happening today?” He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close.
“That it was a play-date, to try to mend the situation… after all she instigated it.” You leaned against him tugging on his jacket with a cheeky smile– not whatever you were thinking this was… now… get your hand off my ass, John.”
“I told you. I have a story to sell. Both kids are in the same school, now they can start being friends and she knows I’m her dad. Let’s just skip to the good part.”
“You want to pretend we are dating?” If your teeth could separate and let you talk with ease, you would bite his nose off before finishing your next sentence– Did you run that past your team? Sure I wouldn’t rank higher than Maeve or Starlight in the fake girlfriend department… I think even Taylor would rank better… she did make a great single out of you.”
He cringed at that comment.
“You’ll do great in the fake mother department– The team has concocted something extra juicy, a real page turner. Way above Hallmark channel christmas movies, we are talking award circuit instead.”
You both did that fake little laugh that sounded more like a growl as your kids turned around after spotting the white, green and yellow hot dog restaurant.
As Helena headed to the line, with Ryan in tow. You played your role, Helena would have what she deserves– if he wanted to force you and her into his life, you were going to wrap those chains so tight around his neck, he would forget he ever lived without it.
Your mouth met his for a brief moment, startling him enough that his hand left your hips, he was left stuck in place as you went after the kids.
The breeze tousled his hair, as you looked back at him with a saddened smile.
“I haven’t forgiven you… but I want to give you a second chance… I want to put all those things behind us… if you are going to be here for her– for us.” You whispered from afar out of your kids reach as Helena took your wallet, knowing full well he was listening attentively– I’ve missed you. Even if I don’t want to admit it.”
The seagulls squealed as he took his place beside you, wrapping his arm again around your waist just to kiss you yet again.
The moment Helena saw a fish tank it was game over. All her ‘Wednesday’ facade had melted as she became an over excited amateur marine biologist, giving his eldest no time of rest as she explained as many animals she could to the child, he had learned an awful lot about corals and kelp as they moved from exhibit to exhibit, admittedly Ryan was having fun, hanging out with other kids as school had been a bit difficult, his socialization skills were poor from years of isolation and homeschooling but this was nice.
Homelander could only see a kodak moment ruined by the myriad of The Deep billboards staring at him.
It was a bizarre game of stealth kisses happening behind the kids, he was starving for you, a desire he had put down in the cellar and today he found again, excited to play this game with you.
Wanting to feel your comfort, happy that you took his offer, now he only had to tell Ryan.
As you left for the bathroom he was left alone with the two kids, Ryan fixated on some animals and his mind elsewhere when Helena pulled at his sleeve.
“You look like you want to rip your skin off.”
“I don’t usually wear clothes like this?” he says politely– what about you? Why are you wearing that giant hoodie again? Don’t you own other stuff?”
It was big enough for an adult, her sleeves had been rolled up quite a bit and its length still touched her knees making her appear shorter than she already was, this had been the fifth time he had seen her in this fit, she wore black hoodies most of the times on top of her normal clothes– cheap thrifted clothes and hand-me downs somethign that irked the man; But this ridiculous hoodie seemed to be a favorite. The newest and nicest thing she owned was a pair of A-T Force 1, it pissed him off to watch her wear those shoes– why worship that fat slob when her father was the fucking Homelander! he thought.
“Is really nice… found it in an old box mother had with her while we were living in one of her cousin’s garage.” She stretched her arm urging the man to have a feel of the soft cotton fabric– She didn’t wanna throw it away ‘cuz she could sell it but I ended up wearing it a lot. I like it.”
The fabric was worn down but it was evidently of good quality, he spun the little girl around as he looked at the size tag, only to see the name of the brand… Brunello, his eyes widened as he noted that this hoodie easily cost over 1000 dollars, but as the girl glared at him a light sob escaped his lips as his eyes tingled– this had been his sweater.
Of the few items of clothes he had owned over the years, he knew this was his.
In those secret dates in central park and escapes to Paris and Seoul, where he was forced to hide who he was just so you two could hold hands without causing a scene, he had bought this, you liked it enough to steal it from him from time to time.
Homelander had become John Gillman for you, he had never needed a secret identity before he met you, not even mulling on the idea for long. He only had to be the Homelander, but he had become a mild-mannered executive named Mr. John Gillman, to be with you– forcing himself to wear strange clothes and mingle with lowborn folks, just to hold your hands and kiss you.
This stupid hoodie that he had ordered an intern to buy only to arrive a size too big, that had gone missing years prior, now stood here wrapping his daughter.
“How did you find out about me?” He asks with shaky lips.
“After you showed up at Lucci’s… thought it was weird that you showed up at my house not long before… I suspected you knew my mom, and after she told me that she worked at Vought. Well, I looked at her resume and did some math. I only really began to suspect it after you broke into my house” She raised her chin– you left the window open by two inches, not enough to matter but enough for me to notice as I always leave them close all the way… you left my hairbrush in the sink’s and not the trolley. Why would you touch my hairbrush? Wonder what you could get out of it…”
The little shit turned around to spot her brother still admiring the clover reef while they waited for you.
“I was taking a gamble when I called you a ‘deadbeat’, dad.”
Homelander's heart skipped a beat when her mouth uttered the word, unsure if she was mocking him or otherwise, from her it was hard to tell.
“You don’t want him to know about me, right?” Her voice was quiet, a knot buried itself in her throat.
“What? No!” He said in a panic, getting on one knee to see her eye-to-eye– Helena… I … I want us to be a family, Ryan will understand but I have to wait… he’s not like you or me… he’s… sweet.”
She looked away squishing her little fist, hiding her beautiful kyanite stones behind those long bangs, his hand lifted her hair, trying to peek further into those beautiful skies, feeling the creamy skin under his palm, her warmth as her cheeks turn a new shade of pink.
“You’re my daughter… my blood… I am sorry… I was… I was an asshole for what I did, but I just want to be there for you now… so If I can… you can call me ‘Dad’ if you like.”
His voice quivering as he spoke, she was frail, he could feel it under his touch, how easy it would be for him to hurt her.
Little girls were to be handled with much more care, dainty things they were, she was a peony blooming in his hands, so he had to be soft and strong for her. she rested her cheek against his hand, his so warm and soft, surprised at the way he looked at her-- there was a twinkle of desperation behind his gaze.
She rested until her eyes didn’t sting anymore.
As you left the bathroom, you spotted the curious scene, biting at your lips as your guilt finally catched up to you, you didn’t need it, you would not allow yourself to be harmed but as you saw your daughter play her role, you knew… she would be lost inside the character… She was a lonely child, deprived of you and without him ever in the picture... she had a weakness.
You let them mingle from afar as they walked around towards some river exhibition, while Ryan made his way towards the duo, their hands intertwined as he turned calling for his boy.
For a moment you saw a glimpse of the life you always wanted… Revenge was a nasty game… could you really play it? You wondered as you fixed your clothes.
Before you could say anything, your sight followed a faceless passerby.
A service dog in tow.
The passerby had simply bumped into Helena, the dog had been just close enough, you didn't worry immediately, she had gotten used to dogs and you were certain she had been good and taken her allergy meds.
You were sure.
Helena turned but it was too late.
With a single sneeze the gates had opened.
The walls rumbled, as the pale blue wave of sharp wavering light exploded out of her body.
Everybody swallowed a shared gasp, as the glass began to crack.
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all these things that i've done | remus lupin
summary: Remus is drunk, you're the first person he thinks of to call.
content: drunk Remus, exes, throwing up (and reader tells Remus to throw up so he can get it out of his system), unedited
"(Y/N)," he draws out, voice high and sing-songy. He's honestly a little surprised you picked up his call. You're a little surprised that you picked up too. It's nearly two in the morning. Anyone in their right mind would have woken up, seen that their ex was calling, and put the phone right back down to go to sleep. You couldn't though not with the achy feeling that formed in your stomach after seeing the caller ID.
"Hi, Remus. Are you alright?" you ask, voice raspy from having been woken up. You hear James nearby calling for Remus and Remus brushing him off so he can find a quieter place to talk to you. "What's going on?"
"We went to a bar. It's the bar that we always used to go to," he breathes, background much quieter now. He must have gotten away. You don't really know what to say. "It made me think of you. James told me not to call."
"You're drunk, Remus," you grumbled, fingers pinching at the bridge of your nose. Of course, he's drunk. That's the only reason why he's calling. "Go back to James and Sirius. Are they trying to leave?"
"No. But I want to leave."
"Are you really calling me for a ride? What the fuck?"
"No, no, no, no, no. I mean, yes. I am calling for a ride but I miss you."
"Call an uber." With that, you hang up the phone. How dare he call you asking for a ride after you haven't spoken to each other in months. You lost half of your friends because of your breakup. Lily and Marlene are the only ones that still talk to you. Every once in a while, you'll get a text from James but nothing important.
And you would think with the way you're fuming at him for thinking he could just call you up and you'd come running, that when his name comes up on your phone again you wouldn't answer it. You do.
"I'm sorry for calling you. Please don't be mad at me," he whispered. You feel bad. He's obviously drunk with no way to get home. You don't want him to take an uber by himself and the bar isn't too far from your house.
"Wait outside, I'll be there in fifteen." He mumbles a thank you before you can hang up on him. You huff under your breath as you take the warm blankets off of you, getting up to locate a pair of pants, shoes, and your car keys.
He's like an excited puppy when you get there, jumping up immediately as you pull in front of where he's sitting with James. James doesn't look as drunk as Remus and you're grateful that one of them had the hindsight to be a little smart. Getting out of the car, Remus is on you, pulling you into a hug so he can rest his cheek on your head, mumbling out a, "Missed you so much."
You try to ignore the pull his words have on your heart but it's only been a few months since you broke up. You haven't exactly moved on from him.
"He drank a lot," James explains, "I tried to get him to call anyone else but he told me that he wanted you to come and get him."
You spin in Remus's hold so he's pressed against your back, face buried in your neck. You're trying to talk to James but you can't focus, not when he starts pressing kisses onto your skin like no time has passed between the two of you seeing each other.
"Don't worry, I'll get him home."
"Noooo, can I sleep on your couch? Please?" James looks at you with a look of pity. You brush it off, reaching back to run a hand through Remus's hair. You say bye to his friends, pulling him into the passenger seat of your car and handing him a water bottle that you had grabbed before you left. "You're so sweet."
You don't say anything, climbing into the driver's seat and starting in the direction of his house. He notices and is quick to whine about wanting to be with you. If it weren't so late maybe you'd have more energy to argue, but you don't so you just start in the direction of your apartment.
"I think about you all the time," he confesses. That's bold coming from the boy who locked you out of his life. He broke up with you so why does he think he has a right to say these things to you. You have to remind yourself that he's drunk so you don't slap him across the face. "I don't think I'll ever get over you, sweetheart."
"Rem, stop talking," you say through clenched teeth. He doesn't know what he's saying and he won't remember it in the morning. Tomorrow, he'll wake up and scurry out before you wake up so that he doesn't have to face you, you're sure of it.
"I never stopped loving you. Was just scared to let you in."
There are tears pricking at your eyes but you won't let yourself cry. You won't. Because if you do then Remus will just try to comfort you and you'll let yourself get your hopes up. You don't say anything the rest of the way home.
He throws up the minute he steps out of your car. You groan, throwing his arm over your shoulder so you can help him into the house and to a proper toilet.
"I'm sorry I called you. Just need you. I hate not having you around."
"We can talk in the morning. Pull the trig and throw up so we can both sleep."
You let him sleep on the floor by your bed after he complained about the couch. Anything to just have him shut up. You don't sleep much, not when you can hear him breathing so close to you. Everything he's said tonight keeps replaying in your head as you stare up at the ceiling. If he really means any of it, he'll be here in the morning and willing to talk to you. If not, you'll block him and finally let go.
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Youngest Shadow- Chapter One, Two Sisters, Dad
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I was never a people person, not wanting to rely on someone.
Especially family, I didn’t need help.
I am not vulnerable, I couldn’t be. I saw how it affected people on a daily. High schoolers in relationships getting dumped, cheated on, having to many dramas in between them.
It was unnecessary.
I had my small circle and most of them were blood related to me.
My mom, my sister, Bella, and my father who lived across the country.
Oh, and my best friend. But practically family.
I’m content in my lifestyle too. I didn’t need pity from anyone. Either way that’s what I get from everyone. Even my older sister who tried to act like she understands.
My life was consistent. Making sure my mom was happy, helping my sister from losing her mind because of mom needing so much adventure. Other than doing that I played sports, practicing everyday.
Trying my best, not to be the best but to keep up my adrenaline. Running helps the most.
Adrenaline kept me alive, if I could jump off an airplane I would. I would do every crazy thing imaginable just because of the adrenaline that came with it.
Even little things can entice me. My piercings, having to make them a secret from coaches to play sports. Riding my motorcycle anytime was the best feeling after getting it.
I snuck out a few times, not even to do crazy things but to just say I did it.
You would think living in Arizona helped me with keeping my adrenaline up but you’d be wrong. It’s the same thing everyday now. I know what’s around.
And the heat, don’t get me started.
As much as I love my mom, I wanted to be in a forest hiking, see a fucking wild animal that could attack me. Jump off cliffs for the hell of it. Ride my motorcycle on different roads.
Seeing my dad, maybe join him in action. Hunt with him even.
Speaking of which, I stood beside Bella, my older sister by 10 months. She had just said goodbye to some “friends” who seemed like they could care less that she was leaving.
I turn to see our mom walking out of the house, so much energy balled into one person. She had hints of sadness and anxiety pulled on her face, trying to hide it with being happy for us.
She thrusts a phone into the hands of my sister, “It won’t work again, baby.” She frowned, her face always looked like it moved with every feeling she had. Never being able to hide how she felt. “You put it on hold.” Bella points out, the tiniest bit amused.
“I did?”
I smirk, trying to stop myself from laughing.
As much as it is funny it is worrisome, how will we reach her if she doesn’t even know how to work a phone.
“Look, you also called Mexico.” Renée pushes Bella, nudging me as well as the three of us laugh.
“I’ll figure it out. You gotta be able to reach me and Phil on the road.” She exclaims right before she gets excited. “I love saying that,” she grins, “On the road.”
“Very romantic,”
“Very.”
Bella and I both say, silently glancing at each other.
Phil comes up behind our mom, “If you call crappy motels, back water towns and ballpark hot dogs romantic.” He jokes, well partially since he was serious.
He places a Phoenix Desert Dogs baseball hat on Renées head, along with kisses her.
Looking at them partly soothes my nerves about leaving mom. I’m sure Bella feels the same since we practically took care of her for so long. Even though it should’ve been the other way around.
Phil walks away, to finish packing the car with our things. Renée grabs a hold of both of our arms, clinging to us as we walk to the vehicles.
I’m driving my motorcycle, mom wanted to get a trailer for it since it’s a really long drive but I convinced her not to. I couldn’t sit in a car with them for that long.
Plus I have a feeling Charlie is going to force me to anyway.
“Now you know if you two change your minds, I’ll race back here from wherever the game is.” Her face strained trying to hide how even though it would be a sacrifice she would still do it for us.
“You don’t have to worry.” I force a smile, Bella doing the same.
“We won’t change our minds mom.”
“You might, Bella. You’ve always hated Forks.” That’s true, I usually visited more than her. I had a closer relationship to dad, due to my interest of hunting like him.
“It’s not about Forks, it’s about dad. I mean unlike [Name], I went two weeks a year. We barely know each other.” She explains but I think it just worsened our moms worried expression. “Mom, I’m fine. I want to go. I got [Name] there with me.” She looked between us, hugging her eldest, whose face drops once she knew her mom couldn’t see it. It was full of dread and doubt. I also noticed the regret but kept quiet when she wants to bring it up she will.
They let go and Bella climbs into the car, moms attention going to me.
“I want you behind us at all times, you do not pass this vehicle. And no swerving.” She furrows her eyebrows, staring at me. “And don’t be stupid.” I add with a smirk, she rolls her eyes in a humorous way.
“I just want my baby girl safe.” She pouts, pulling me into a tight hug. “You don’t have to worry with me.” I miss her cheek, pushing out of the hug as I knew it would’ve been longer if I didn’t.
“Alright helmet and jacket and let’s go!” She pats my butt, reaching over and getting my helmet to give it to me. She gets into the van and I adjust my wired earbuds so one goes into my ear, stuffing the rest into my jacket and zipping it up.
I pull my helmet on and I press play on my iPod.
Getting to Washington State was a breath of fresh air, not only for my tired hand but the change of view and weather. My sister called it gloomy, never paying attention to the beauty of it all.
Dad surprisingly let me continue driving my bike, it was bittersweet for me. Really it was because he forgot the trailer. I kind of wish he did bring it because slouching like this for hours is not exactly fun. My back will be aching for weeks.
I’m just glad I didn’t have to sit in the awkward atmosphere of them two in that cruiser.
We passed a sign that said “The City Of Forms Welcomes You. Population 3246.”
I smile to myself.
Passing all of the familiar buildings I was missing felt amazing.
We pulled into Charlie’s driveway, I take my helmet off, sitting up straight for the first time in a few hours. Charlie comes over and messes with my hair as I climbed to his torso like a little kid. We laugh and he hugs me back.
I was the first to get into the house, putting my things right in my room. Really throwing them on the ground and rushing back out to see if Bella needs any help. My room was the only one downstairs. Dad had to make add it onto the house when they found out they were having me surprisingly.
I was truly the accident out of the two. Only three months after Bella was born was when I came around.
“I put Grandpas desk in your room. And I cleaned some shelves in the bathroom for you two.” He was mainly speaking to Bella. I watched her grimace. “That’s right, one bathroom.”
I followed her eyes around the house, going straight to a picture of our parents when they were younger and in love. “I’ll put these up in your room.” Charlie motions to her bags.
“I can’t do it.”
I silently stand there as they both reach for the bags, awkwardly bumping into each other causing me to cringe at the scene.
She backs off, letting him do it anyway. Which she should’ve done in the beginning. And I wouldn’t have seen that go down.
After that… experience, I followed my dad to the living room. “That was, nice.” He pauses for a minute before sighing. I place a hand on his shoulder. “It’ll get better. This is just new for both of you.” I smile sweetly and he nods, swinging an arm around my shoulders. But internally I’m just hoping I’m right. It’s going to be a long two years if I’m wrong. “What would I do without you?” He nudges me.
He lets go of me, telling me about how Billy and Jacob should be here soon to drop off surprises they’ve been working on. The one for Bella I knew about.
And right after it was spoken into the air we heard a honk outside.
I stand up straighter and run outside. A boy my age hops out of the red truck, rushing to give me a hug. “Jacob!” I laugh, this was the best friend I was talking about. My absolute best friend.
“Bella, you remember Billy Black.” Charlie speaks up, obviously Bella came outside after hearing the honk as well.
I let go of Jacob, “Glad you two are finally here. Charlie hasn’t shut up about it since you two told him y’all were coming.” He teases our dad, both Jacob and I snicker at the two who have always acted like this.
“Keep exaggerating, I’ll wheel you down the hill.” He tells the man who’s in a wheelchair.
“Right after I ram you in the ankles.” Billy goes after Charlie who dodges. Jacob shakes his head, I take him up to Bella. Poking him to say something.
“I’m Jacob, we made mud pies together when we were little kids.” He exclaims, she squints almost unnoticeably. “Yeah I think I remember.”
“Are they always like this?” She points to the two dads. “It’s getting worse with age.” He jokes.
Jacob always had a crush on Bella, so it was cute watching him finally be able to interact with her and not be a nervous little kid.
Cutting us out of our small silence Charlie pats the hood of the truck. We didn’t even notice they stopped messing around. “So what do you think of your homecoming gift?” He grins proudly. I watched my sisters face contort to confusion to happiness. “No way. The truck is for me?” Turning my focus to my dad who was soaking in her excitement. “Just bought it off Billy here.”
“I rebuilt the engine.” Jacob adds in.
“It’s perfect.” Her smile grew bigger, and more genuine. It was great to see her eager and happy about something. Her and Jacob rush to the truck so he could explain everything to her.
My dad snuck up to me, handing a small box. I look up at him confused. “Open it.” He motions. I stare at it for a minute, glancing over to Billy who puts his hands up as to say he knew as much as I did.
I bit my lip, opening the box carefully.
It had a locket inside, the same locket I would stare at in the window of an abandoned antique store that no one would clean out. The place I begged my dad to go into just to get me that necklace.
“The place finally got cleaned out and I just happened to be on patrol before they got rid of it.” He tells me.
“It doesn’t have a picture in it yet but I thought you could pick one you’d like.” I threw my arms around him, “it’s beautiful.” I pulled away to look at it in my hands again as it was a delicate flower.
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“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝜗𝜚 “
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k
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𝐚/𝐧: oooo part 2! i hope u all enjoy! i'm writing a lot but part three won't get posted this weekend because i'll be out of state. but i appreciate all the love part one got and i hope u guys r just as excited to read this as i am to write it!!! lmk if any of u guys wanna be on on taglist too <333
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matthew sturniolo,
woke up the following morning in a frenzy. being one of four boys, his mom implemented a strict morning routine when the triplets started kindergarten, that they have been following right up until now, their senior year of high school. this morning however, matt was awoken about five minutes before he had to leave to the sound of chris and nick’s yelling to hurry his ass up. matt scrambled to pick out whatever clothes he could find, a pair of grey nike sweats and a fuzzy brown hoodie, and hurried downstairs to brush his teeth at record breaking speed before he was out the door heading the the mini van.
as he was throwing his and his brothers hockey bags into the trunk, he caught a glimpse of addilyn leaving her house and starting to walk down the block to the bus stop. as if his thoughts were being read, chris out loud wondered “what senior is still taking the bus?”
before matt could even open his mouth to make a rude comment, nick was already calling her over to offer a ride.
“dude what the fuck,” matt muttered under his breath to nick as addilyn approached the van, “i don’t wanna drive her.”
addilyn’s appearance totally switched from what she was wearing when matt saw her last night. her slim fitting dress was swapped out for a pair of mom jeans and an oversized sweater, her curly brown hair held back by a clip. “are you sure?” she breathed, looking at nick, “i’m okay with taking the bus, really.”
“we don’t mind at all, do we matt?” nick smiled through gritted teeth, nudging his brother in the arm.
“we don’t have time to mind,” chris interrupted them, climbing into the passenger seat, “we’re gonna be late.”
matt huffed, telling addilyn she could sit in the back seat with nick. he quickly plugged his phone into the aux cord, playing circles by mac miller as he backed out of the driveway and made his way to school.
*₊˚ 𓂃✧
it was only fourth period, and matt was already pissed off. the start to his day had been thrown off by waking up so late, and addilyn richardson being in his van this morning did not help one bit. he wasn’t sure what it was about that girl that bothered him so much. maybe it was the way she shut out the world by indulging herself in a book or in a drawing she was working on. or maybe it was the way her curls would stick up and fly away from the rest of her hair sometimes making her look like a mad scientist. or maybe it was the way she was the only girl who didn’t pay one ounce of attention to him. being the school’s best hockey player alongside his two other triplet brothers definitely made matt one of the most popular guys in school. he never had any trouble when it came to girls, because all of them already wanted him. except addilyn.
get yourself together man, she’s weird matt thought to himself as he entered his physics class, sitting next to his best friend nate. as he plopped his backpack down beside his friend, matt looked up at the white board and read in all big letters:
PARTNER PROJECT ON ENERGY OF MOTION - DUE IN TWO WEEKS
matt and nate grinned at each other, beginning making plans to pair up. the bell rang, and the teacher began to lecture. matt pulled out his notebook, already struggling to follow along with his teacher’s presentation. he had never been a straight a student, but he needed to keep his grades decent to stay on all his teams. however, physics was bringing his overall average down, and he needed to do well on this project to be able to start in his upcoming hockey games.
as the class made its way to an end and the students began to pack up, the teacher started to explain the project. “it’s quite simple really,” he began as he was erasing his notes from the board, “you and a partner will pick your own type of demonstration to show how kinetic energy is used in everyday objects.”
“this project will be worth a quarter of this semester’s overall grade, for both you and your partner, so it is crucial you all do well on this.” he explained, looking directly at matt. “before i let you all leave, i will be assigning your partners.” the entire class groaned.
he pulled out his class roster and began reading off names paired together.
“alexa and william… michelle and quincy… peter and xaiver… isabelle and ryan…”
please let me be with nate, matt thought. please let me be with nate. please let me be with nate.
“matthew and addilyn… louise and theresa… nathan and catie…”
no fucking way. of course addilyn was matt’s partner. he didn’t even know she was in his class. he looked around, annoyance written all over his face and he locked eyes with the curly headed girl sitting in the back of the room. she didn’t look too pleased either.
“this is an out of class project, so i suggest you start working on this asap.” the teacher announced just as the bell was ringing.
matt headed straight for the door when he felt a small tap on his shoulder. “what?” he snapped, looking down at the girl who tapped him.
“sorry,” addilyn said in a hushed voice, “its just- do you want to work on the project after school? we can go to my house, or i can come to yours or-”
“yeah, thats fine.” matt cut her off, walking out of the classroom, trying to shake her and walk with nate.
“which one?” she called out to him, her voice barely above a whisper.
“my house, but don’t expect anymore free rides from me. take the bus home.” matt told her angrily. she simply nodded and let him walk away from her, watching as he laughed with his friends in the hallway.
*₊˚ 𓂃✧
it was currently 3:30p.m., and matt was sitting at his kitchen table waiting for addilyn to come over. he had his laptop and textbook open, with messily written notes scattered all across the table. he found out later on in the school day that if he failed physics this semester, not only would be not be starting in his games, he would be benched for the rest of his hockey season. so to say he was stressed about this project was an understatement. he was broken out of his thoughts when he heard a tiny knock at the door, yelling for one of his brothers let addilyn in.
she wasn’t too excited about this project either, to be quite frank. but not for the same reasons as matt. addilyn simply hated working with others. she felt her quiet and introverted nature caused her to not work well when came to partner projects, so she typically opted to do these assignments alone. she even tried emailing her physics teacher after class, begging for him to let her work alone. he insisted that this was a two-person project for a reason, and told addilyn to stick it out. so here she was, at 3:30 on a monday, in matt sturniolo’s kitchen.
addilyn wasn’t sure why matt didn’t like her very much, but she wasn’t exactly is number one fan either. all the girls in the school loved matt. star hockey player, good looking, what wasn’t there to like about him? addilyn never looked at people surface level, though. she was a hardcore people watcher, mainly due to the fact she was almost always alone. she saw right through matt’s act and knew he was mean. she wasn’t sure how on earth he was related to nick and chris. they had only started talking a day ago, and she was greeted with smiles and waves every time she passed one of them that day. nick had even gone as far as switching his seat in art to sit next to addilyn. “i never liked sitting by the window, he had told her, “it’s always too drafty.”
addilyn quietly put her belongings down at the chair opposite from matts things, trying her best to be careful and not do anything to piss off matt even more. she was already on edge having to work one on one with him in his own house. matt didn’t even bother to look up at her. he mumbled a small “hi” as be started to type away on his laptop. addilyn pulled her belongings out, a stark contrast to matt’s. her notes were all written perfectly, with all the t’s crossed and i’s dotted, in a small cursive font that looked identical to if it were typed. matt took slight note of this.
“how do you write so neatly?” he genuinely asked, then realized he sounded nice, following up with “you probably so much free time on your hands because you have no friends” after addilyn told him quietly she re-writes her notes during lunch.
addilyn simply rolled her eyes. “i came here to work on the project, matt, not to take shit from you.”
“besides,” she started “we both get the same grade on this, and i am not letting you fuck up my gpa just because you want to be a dick to me.”
“it’s not like i can afford a bad grade on this either, sweetheart.” matt shot back at her.
sweetheart. why did her stomach suddenly feel weird?
stop it addy, she told herself, it’s matt, for crying out loud.
addilyn scoffed and began to look through her notes. “what were you thinking we do the project about?”
“i was hoping you could just do all the work.” matt had replied, blunt and matter-of-factly.
“what?” addilyn said in shock, dumfounded.
“what do you mean, what?, i don’t know shit about physics, you do. plus, i know you hate to work on these kinds of things with other people, so why don’t you do it alone?” matt told her.
she was in shock. had he really noticed i always work alone? she thought.
stop addy. he knows you work alone because you’re always doing things alone. it isn’t rocket science to connect the two.
before she could open her mouth to reply, chris came downstairs into the kitchen, grabbing a pepsi from the fridge. a smile grew on addilyn’s face as she said hi to him.
“no way, you and addy got paired together for this project?” chris gawked at matt, looking between him and addilyn.
“you’re so lucky, dude,” he continued, taking a swig of the soda, “justin told me he did this project when he was a senior, and everyone did so bad. thank god your partner is like, one of the top ten students in our class, or your senior season would have been shot.”
matt simply looked at chris. he was right, this shit was hard. he looked between the paper and addilyn a few times, before asking “where do we start?”
*₊˚ 𓂃✧
addilyn and matt ended up working until about 7:30 that night. his mom even insisted she stayed for dinner too.
“really sweetie, i don’t mind. i’m already feeding four kid’s, what’s one more?” she laughed.
“yeah addy, stay with us for dinner, please?” nick somewhat whined, dragging out the “e” sound.
addilyn gave in, and joined the sturniolo’s for dinner the second day in a row. like the previous night, dinner was filled with chatter from nick and chris, and radio silence coming from matt’s end. instead of giving her mean looks like he did at the previous dinner they shared, he just started at his plate the whole night and picked at his food.
“sorry about matt again,” chris apologized as he and nick began walking addilyn back next door to her house, “i don’t know whats been up with him lately.”
“it’s fine, really.” addilyn said. people being mean to her, or making rude remarks, was not out of the ordinary for her. she heard small whispers in passing everywhere she went. she was just used to it. “i’m glad you and nick are nice at least.”
chris just smiled at her and nick gave her a quick side hug. “we’re glad you’re nice, too, addy.”
the trio got to the front door, and addilyn gave them a small wave goodnight before she turned on her heel to walk into her home and upstairs. the boys walked back over to their house, noticing matt had already gone upstairs and disappeared to his room. he was sat at his desk, writing in his journal, when he noticed the light in the window across from his turned on. he saw addilyn set her book bag down, and sit at her mirror undoing her hair. he couldn’t help but to think how pretty she looked.
she’s weird, matt, he reminded himself, and you don’t even like her.
he sighed, closing his journal, and getting up to pull his blinds down to try to clear his head from the girl. out of sight out of mind. he saw her give a small smile, and he returned it by giving her a death stare, yanking the blinds down.
he got into bed, tossing and turning all night about this project with addilyn. he didn’t want to work on it with her, let alone even be nice to her, but he had to for chris and nick’s sake. they only started talking to her yesterday for god’s sake, and were already acting like they’ve been best friends since birth. matt knew these next two weeks of working on the project with addilyn everyday were going to be long.
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F O R C E D F E M I N I S A T I O N | B U T C H L A N D E R
Billy runs his mouth.
Part of Billy should have known the joke would come back to bite him in the arse sooner than later. He shouldn't have invited the supe in at all, but definitely not with the offer of watching him have a wank. Homelander felt he had a foot in the door now, and if Billy had put that kind of depravity past him, he's probably dumber than he thought he was.
The sonic boom woke him up, and as much as he simply wanted to close the blinds on Homelander, curiosity did get the better of him eventually, and he opened the balcony door.
Before he had even asked to what he owed the pleasure of the late-night company, the supe had already pressed a few banknotes into his hand, and Billy instinctively tightened his fingers around them despite his bewilderment. "You said ten dollars to watch you jack off. What do I get for a hundred?"
Billy huffed in amusement, even if there was a bit of sound behind the huff. Shock that he couldn't quite conceal. Was he being propositioned?
Homelander had a smirk on his lips. "I'm serious. William. I can feel your blood pressure, you know? That includes knowing where your blood is, right now. Had I stayed last time, who knows how we'd have ended up."
Billy swallowed all the other choice words he had for the man and stared down at the money in his grip. "If you think you can buy me, cunt, think again."
"If it hurts your pride, fine." The supe plucked the dollars back out of Billy's fingers and threw them into the air. Billy watched them sail over the balcony and out of sight. That would make some lucky bastard's night. Not his problem. He didn't have to pay that out of his pocket.
Alright, supe wanted to play. He could have that, surely. Billy could almost feel the moment his brain turned itself off. He'd feel the consequences of his actions some later date; for now, he didn't want Homelander to think he won by flustering him. Sure, he was half-hard. Why not go all the way and hate himself for it once he was alone again? So he put on his most charming, shit-eating smile and replied: "Shitty pickup line there, luv."
Homelander's face was wiped blank for a moment before he could reign in his emotions at the sudden pet name. Point for Billy.
"See? That's how it's done. Now come in. Freezin' my bollocks off here, and I'm of no use to you if that happens, hm?"
Homelander had his bearings again and gave him an amiable smile, hiding his teeth. Why did the cunt always seem like he had something with an unpleasant taste in his mouth? Was that jaw ever slack?
"Not really that into cocks, if I'm honest."
Homelander chuckled. "And? Neither am I. Will that stop you?"
"Nah, it won't. But we're gonna do it my way."
"Fine by me." Homelander came inside and closed the door with his gloved hand. He even cleaned his boots on the door mat. "Bedroom's this way, I assume," he said and began to saunter off in the correct direction. Fucker had clearly x-rayed the apartment before, and Billy prayed it had been when he'd been here last and not right before he'd swept in to watch Billy sleep.
"We ain't goin' to the bedroom here, luv." It was likely impossible to actually surprise the supe. Last time, Billy had not even seen him fly off. Homelander moved at the speed of light, and so he must have seen the assault coming from a mile away, but it spoke to how much he wanted this that he let it happen anyway. Billy had him up against the wall in one smooth movement, and Homelander's legs were riding high on his waist like it was natural. "My way, remember?" Billy smeared the words against the supe's lips like spit and greedily drank down the answering whimper. "And if I say cock isn't what I'm looking for tonight, that's what goes, a'right?"
"You can fuck me if you want to," Homelander panted. He was lighter than Billy had imagined. Holding him up cost little energy, and Billy wasn't even properly awake. For a split-second, he wondered if he was still dreaming.
"Not into cocks, my arse. You're downright begging."
"I'm not begging for anything." The hand around Billy's throat had crept up so suddenly that it did shock him into silence for a second. "I won't beg on my knees for the right to see my son, and I will certainly not beg you to fuck me. I chose you for tonight because you are a disgustingly filthy excuse for a man who has no dignity left for his sorry life, and I knew I could get you if I wanted you. And here you are. So if you want me to leave your body intact, you better get your ass in gear and get me off."
With every ounce of willpower, Billy forced a swallow against the fingers pressing down. The grip loosened. They still held eye contact, and neither of them blinked first. Homelander was giving him a way to get his piece in. Well. Why not.
"You babble on like a woman, you know?"
"Hm?"
"Goin' on and on about things I don't wanna know. Gnawing my ear off here, mate." He leaned forward a bit, happy to see the supe's eyes dart to the left and right in an attempt to focus on both of his eyes. It made Homelander break the unblinking eye contact, lids fluttering rapidly. "Like a girl."
They were pressed together from the tips of their noses, to their chests, to their bellies, so it was easy to actually feel the way the cunt's cock throbbed at Billy's verbal abuse. "Yeah, that's right, hm? You wanna be my girl for the night? Daddy's girl?"
Up close like this, he saw the laser lights spring forth from Homelander's pupils first, slowly filling out the rest of his eyes. It looked fascinating from this perspective, even as the intense light immediately burned bright white spots into Billy's retina that he had to blink away. To anyone, it might have been threatening, but Billy was too worked up now, and he called the supe's bluff easily. "Bitching like you're PMSing, luv." He leaned his face into the heat emanating from Homelander's eyes to force his mouth open in a kiss. "Just from a bit of talking."
"Shut up-" The hand that landed over his mouth could have broken his jaw or taken it clean off, but Homelander knew how much pressure to use. Billy didn't think about how the supe had learned this. Or tried hard not to.
It wasn't difficult to pry the hand away and let the supe see his sly grin. "Gettin' shy already? Why you wanna shut me up so hard?"
"Nothing of value comes out of that mouth of yours," Homelander said.
"Oh, come now." Billy made certain to school his face into a disappointed frown. "You gonna lie to me? I can see you getting wet in that suit of yours."
It wasn’t wrong, exactly. There was a distinct dark spot where the head of Homelander's cock pressed into the fabric. Billy decided, however, that he liked the ambiguity of this game of his and wanted to see how much he could push the supe.
"Must be like a slip 'n slide between those legs."
"Don't-" Homelander began, but his body took over halfway into speaking, had him rub up against Billy like the mere mention of his arousal had reminded him of it. "Don't you ever shut up?"
Billy leaned forward to bite Homelander's ear. "You love it."
"I don't." Those baby-blue eyes tried to find Billy, and find him they did. Up close like this, he looked pretty. Innocent, somehow. The line of his mouth was still angry, but somewhere in the depths of those eyes lay something that wanted to give up and surrender to Billy. It was hypnotic.
Billy leaned forward and breathed his next word onto Homelander's mouth. "Liar."
Homelander whimpered when their mouths met, but he parted his lips readily and began to suck on Billy's tongue as soon as he had access, ashamed at his body's reaction and ready to shut Billy up. The supe tasted like absolutely nothing, not even toothpaste. It was almost unsettling, were it not for the wet warmth of his mouth that was like any other. What a weird thing to discover this fucker's humanity through.
Billy decided he'd had enough of the stalling and went to his knees. The supe's legs slipped from his waist in the movement; they were unsteady when holding up his weight.
Homelander willingly pushed his hips into Billy's hands as he began to open the belt holding the outfit together. He'd never seen the ins 'n outs of that. The suit wasn't one piece. It was a top and trousers that could be pulled down like leggins. Skin-tight and stuffed full of foam to give the impression of defined abs and pecs. Uncovering a bit of skin between the top half and the bottom half of the outfit felt like a forbidden pleasure, and Billy's mouth descended on an exposed hip bone before he even had time to plan out his move.
"Thought cock wasn't what you were looking to get," Homelander mumbled.
Billy huffed a laugh against the skin under his teeth and felt an almost nauseating flutter in his abdomen as shaky fingers held on to his shoulders. "Nah. I'm here for that pretty cunt you got hidden away." The fingers flexed and spasmed; Homelander's hips ground forward of their own accord.
Billy was so hard he felt dizzy with it, and he blinked to get his wits about him. He couldn't forget his mind completely. This was still none other than the monster who'd destroyed him - or the parts that were worth destroying anyway.
He pulled the ridiculous trousers of the outfit down to Homelander's knees and was met with...
"Red panties? You on the rag?"
"You're disgusting," Homelander commented, but he sounded so out of breath Billy considered the comment flattery.
"Gets you wet enough." The front of the supe's briefs was almost black with precum in the low light of Billy's living room. "Why give you pretty words when this gets the job done just fine, eh, bird?"
"Please." And oh, if that word didn't go straight to Billy's dick.
"Please what?"
Homelander squirmed, and Billy didn't help by blowing air on the wet spot where the cunt's cockhead was seen straining through the cotton. "Eat me-?" Shame clogged his throat, and now Billy did help out by leaning forward and rubbing his beard against an exposed thigh, earning something that came close to a mewl and finally got the answer he desired. "Eat me out. Daddy."
"Good girl." He pulled the briefs down to the rest of the way and went on to unzip the ridiculous red boots. The supe toed out of them so quickly he nearly tripped, and Billy made quick work of the rest of the clothes by pulling on them to let the cunt step out.
Half-naked, the masculinizing effects of the costume were visible. The clothed half of Homelander still looked imposing, but his naked legs were literal sticks. His ass round, but not nearly as firm as the outfit made it seem. Billy slid his hands up the back to cup the cheeks. "Leg on Daddy's shoulder, girl. Come on. Giddy up."
Homelander obeyed without complaint, like he was beyond words. Maybe Butcher had him where he wanted. And where was that even? In what universe did he want him? And was there still a remote chance he'd wake up hard and full of self-loathing?
Not much time to think about it when the current position spread the cunt's ass so deliciously and allowed Billy a good look at his hole. Fucker was shaved everywhere, it seemed, not a single hair more than necessary on him.
"Brazilian? Fine choice, princess."
"God, fuuuck." Homelander shivered, a foot pressing into Billy's shoulder blade with an amount of pressure that bordered on abusive. He'd get a bruise there. It drove him forward, though.
"Got the prettiest cunt I've seen." As if to prove a point, Billy lapped at the hole, huffing a laugh when he saw the muscle contract. "Look at that. Pinker than a virgin. Or is that it, huh? Anyone ever been where I am now?"
The silence was damning.
"Never had a man before." He held onto Homelander's thighs for leverage and pulled himself up again, shoving his face in for real this time.
Homelander's hand found his hair and pulled with surprising gentleness. It was an interesting contrast. Billy'd have sooner expected him to push him forward and not try to pull him backwards, but the cunt probably was lost to the pleasure and didn't remember how to move in any coordinated fashion. And they'd barely started.
He lapped at the furled muscle, relishing in the way it spasmed against his lips. As much as Homelander kept complaining, this he could hardly deny. This was his body talking.
No denying it; Billy'd always been an ass man. Something about getting his tongue in there had been appealing since a young age. The filth of it, sweat and musk. The embarrassment of his partners when they realized how much he loved inhaling all of it. Like a bloodhound.
Not with him. He was clean, no sweat, no smell. But aroused all the same and opening up to Billy's ministrations. The thighs around his face quivered. The hand in his hair went from insistent to demanding. Homelander's body was putting out heat like a furnace, and it drove sweat to Billy's brow.
"Fuck," he could hear a muffled voice from above. Was the cunt covering his mouth to keep in his noises? Afraid there were fans in the apartments around?
There was definitely movement happening, and Billy just knew without looking that Homelander meant to touch himself. He pulled back immediately, licked his lips where Homelander could see and looked up at him with disappointment.
Homelander's hand around his own cock went still, and his eyes were wide. He's scared he's been bad, Billy realized, and the thought made his neglected cock throb. Fuck, he'd have to get out of those trousers. The strain against the zipper was gonna kill him.
Billy gently pried the supe's hand away from his erection. "Pretty birds like you only come from getting their snatch eaten."
Homelander let out a wet sound that might have been a gasp or a sob. His eyes were teary, and- was that a red gleam or was Billy just suffering the first effects of hypoxia from spending minutes between those cheeks?
"You're close anyway. No reason to abuse that pretty lil' bean of yours."
"My-"
"Your clit, luv." Billy dove back in.
He tried not to get too smug at the gasp that Homelander let out when he managed to work his tongue in again. He knew it wouldn't do much for this one, but he rubbed his face sideways against an inner thigh anyway. At least give the notion of a notion of beard burn to a cunt with impenetrable skin. Felt soft to the touch, though. Real lifelike.
His own drool dripped down his chin and onto his sleep shirt, but he didn't plan on wiping it off. Half the fun was getting dirty and besides- "Fuckin' dripping, babygirl. Gonna squirt all over Daddy? Is that it? You gettin' close."
Homelander's head fell back against the wall; Billy could hear the small thud. How he still had enough of his wits to not slam it back so hard he went through the wall was beyond him. Cunt's self control was so ingrained it was a downright sad business. Though Billy really preferred to live, most days.
He gave it his all, tongue-punching the cunt's hole until his jaw ached because he needed to feel him break, he needed it more than he needed to come. He grinned when he could feel the first small contractions in the muscle, the way Homelander's body began to seize. His muscles started trembling where Billy was holding on.
"Come for Daddy."
"Fffuck!" The supe broke above him. Billy was wise to pull his tongue out before that happened, but did push his thumb into Homelander's perineum for some extra stimulation.
There was a hand in his hair again, but it felt downright weak, barely grasping.
Homelander's leg slipped off him tiredly, and the supe blinked at him with mild confusion, glassy-eyed and dopey, but apprehensive. Billy was almost sure he mirrored the expression.
He hadn't even orgasmed himself, but there was a sort of mental clarity barreling towards him like a train, and he really, really wanted to close his eyes before the headlights of that thing hit him.
Homelander took the decision from him because when Billy did blink, the pile of clothes on the floor and the entire supe had vanished into thin air.
He sat on the floor for a good half an hour before his aching knees forced him to get up and he managed to wipe his mouth with fingers that were just a bit too unsteady.
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no chances part six | ellie williams
pairing: ellie williams x afab reader
synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on and off the court.
warnings: 18+, foul language, implied sexual themes, no smut, fluff after the angst, ellie is a little mean to herself in this part, mentions of weed uhhhh i think thats it? if i missed anything pls let me know
authors note: this is the last part guys :)) i wanna do an epilogue but it wont count as a full part really but expect that!! thank you guys so so so much for all the love for this series it really means a lot you have no idea. my bad it took me so long to get this part out, ive been quite busy with life and being sickly but i am so happy to share this with you guys finally !!! i hope it's everything u wanted and more <333 w peace n loveeee
somehow you had managed to keep yourself collected until the end of the game, returning to the gym after splashing some water on your face. ellie never made an appearance, instead remained sulking in her car at how she had treated you. she knew you didn’t deserve that and it haunted her while she drove, alone and in silence. with her absence your team had taken the win but you found it hard to be in a cheerful mood, instead putting on a fake face for your teammates while they were over the moon. the bus ride back was loud and full of energy, everyone was complimenting each other on how they had played, and congratulating each other on a glorious victory.
at the beginning of the season this would have never bothered you so much. ellie’s words did little to affect you then, but now it took over your mind and her words echoed in your head. her decision to sit out because of you weighed on you heavily and it felt like you were about to burst into tears at any moment. not only sit out, but not show up at all. you’ve always hated her, but the past few months have felt different. felt lighter and more playful, rather than how it was in the beginning.
staring out of the window, watching the blurry trees zip by while the bus went down the highway, you thought about the hotel. the one little moment you two had shared that wasn’t driven by lust. you weren’t sure what it was that night, but you remember how nice it had felt. seeing her in a completely different light for the first time, wrapped in her arms and just feeling at peace. a tear fell from your eye and you quickly wiped it away, shaking your head and deciding to not think about it right now.
when you got back into your dorm room, peeling off your clothes and jumping straight into the shower you finally broke down. letting out any and all emotions you had about her. you remained in the shower way longer than you had to, just letting the hot water just run over you. it didn’t bother you until the memory of one of the nights ellie and you had come back here flooded your mind. you had felt extra sweaty from the game and wanted a shower, and ellie didn’t hesitate to join you. she had laughed while stepping into the small shower, “we should conserve water, y’know?”
that night had been the same as the rest, after the shower she promptly went home, leaving you satisfied but missing something. and that something vanished the second she closed the door behind her.
with that you ended your shower, stepping out into the cold of your small bathroom. a shiver went through you while you looked in the mirror, seeing how disheveled you looked. it was pitiful to be honest. you thought about texting her, telling her all of the things that crossed your mind as you stood in front of the mirror. how could you say that to me? i was just trying to help.
only to realize that you didn’t even have her phone number. it made some sense, there wasn’t a need to anyway as you only spoke at games. still, the realization burned in your chest like wildfire and you quickly made a decision. “fuck it–” you said to yourself, throwing off your towel and replacing it with comfortable clothes. thankfully, during one of your new found traditions with ellie, she realized she didn’t bring any of her stash and you had looked a little too disappointed for her liking. she offered her dorm up almost instantly, following it up with a quick and faulty reasoning. you knew exactly where to go.
within seconds you were in the stairwell, keys jingling in your hand and the sound of your slippers echoing off the walls. you went down three floors all the while rehearsing the speech you were going to give her the second you laid eyes on her. because of me? you didn’t play because of me like it’s my fault that we’re in this fucked up situation? you trotted down the last few steps leading to the exit door. you’re vulnerable enough to have sex with me every week but a conversation is far out of your realm of capabilities i guess. you pushed open the door with a huff. you’re too stupid to realize that we might actually hav–
“can you hold the door for me–” the sound of her voice made you look up from the ground, your pace diminished and you took slow steps out of the door. it shut with a click behind you while you looked into those familiar green eyes. “oh, fuck,” ellie said nervously, she defiantly wasn’t expecting it to be you.
“what are you doing here?” your eyebrows furrowed, but your tone remained neutral. suddenly feeling the burning in your chest start to evaporate. the lamp posts cast a dim light on her standing on the sidewalk, playing with her fingers nervously and often shifting her weight on either foot.
“was waiting for someone to let me in–”
“no i mean, like why are you on my campus?” you asked, swiftly putting your keys in your pocket.
she hesitated, looking down to the ground before back up to you. “i uh, wanted to talk to you–”
“thats a first,” the words spilled out of your mouth with a sarcastic laugh.
ellie’s face contorted into a grimace and she shook her head, “whatever, i knew i should’ve just went home.” she spun around, taking only a few short steps down the sidewalk.
involuntarily your eyes rolled and you jogged to catch up to her, pulling her wrist and turning her back around to you. now only being a few feet apart, ellie could see the redness in your eyes from crying. being embarrassed you looked to the side and let go of her wrist. “if you wanna talk, let’s talk.”
she gestured to your pocket where you had placed your keys, “i don’t wanna keep you from wherever you were going,” she tried to deflect.
you blinked, quickly trying to come up with anything besides telling her that you were on your way to give her a piece of your mind. although now standing in her presence everything felt too harsh, all the words you had prepared slipped away from you. “it wasn’t as important,” you shrugged, offering her a faint smile, “we can talk.”
“so i’m important?” ellie teased, her lips curling at the ends slightly and she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants. seeing your smile ignited something inside of her that made her feel softer, more comfortable.
“didn’t say that,” you quickly rebutted while walking leisurely past her, expecting her to follow you and she did.
“yeah but, you implied it.” she quipped, coming up beside you and keeping your pace. the lamp posts did little to illuminate the world around you and most of the walkway was dark until you were directly underneath the light.
you sighed lightheartedly, “yeah, whatever,” you began, taking a beat between your thoughts. “so are you like, gonna apologize for being a total asshole?”
ellie sucked in a deep breath, looking straight ahead. the cool night breeze was comfortable, but it didn’t stop your face from growing hot with anticipation. “yeah, i’m sorry ‘bout that,” ellie’s voice dropped, the amusement in her tone vanishing with the wind. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“then why did you?” you asked genuinely, your voice matching hers. your eyes were glued to your feet as they scraped the cement below.
“i don’t know,” she responded, taking a quick look at you but you didn’t meet her eyes although you could feel her gaze. “i do know that whatever this is between us is confusing–”
“i’m not confused,” you admitted, playing with your hands. “i don’t think you are exactly that confused either. that conversation by your car a million years ago? you all but told me how you felt, so why is it so much harder for you now?”
“because someone like you doesn’t need to waste their time with me,” ellie’s eyes diverted to the field beside the sidewalk, staring into the darkness while you finally glanced over to her. “i’ve been awful to you, even before our–” her hands gesture in front of her, “you know.”
“we’ve both been awful to one another, ellie. somehow none of that changes anything for me, does it for you?” her eyes found yours, now under the glow of the lamp posts her green eyes bore into yours and her expression was one you hadn’t seen before.
“i don’t want it to,” she started, keeping her gaze on you as you two remained walking forward. her mind was racing, she had been too focused on how she treated you that she didn’t even take into account that it was a two sided street. if she was being honest with herself, she never paid mind to how mean you could be right back to her. it finally registered that no matter what you did to her, her feelings for you would never dissipate. “i meant what i said that night.”
“about what?”
“about not wanting to see you upset,” her feet stopped, and you only took another step before noticing, turning to stand in front of her. there was a moment of silence as you looked at her trying to find her words. “i really am sorry for everything.”
you approached her, standing just inches away. “i’m sorry too,” her eyes wandered up from the ground and into yours yet again, “we really were assholes to each other, huh?” you chuckled lightly, trying to alleviate the heavy mood that had settled around both of you.
ellie couldn’t help but laugh as well, “yeah, we were.” your hand reached up to her cheek gently and she leaned her head into your hand. “but that all stops, okay? i promise.” ellie’s hand grabbed the wrist that was holding her cheek, rubbing her thumb across your soft skin.
“i’m not promising anything,” you joked, the tone in your voice going up. “it’s fun to see you all flustered.”
“oh, so it’s like that?” ellie’s lips turned up at your words and she grasped for your hips but you snaked away. you giggled, playfully turning around to escape her grasp. you made it only a few feet before she had come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. you both fumbled over one another, rolling into the grass beside the sidewalk all while laughing at each other.
“ellie!” you giggled again, the grass tickling every part of your exposed skin. ellie had landed on top of you, her arm planted firmly in the grass beside your head as she looked down on you and the smile on her face never faltering, along with yours.
in this moment, it was only you and ellie. everything around the two of you seemed to disappear as you longingly stared into each other. a piece of her hair had fallen from her tight bun and you gently tucked it behind her ear, running your hand along her cheek again. “can i take you on a date? a real one?” she asked in a whisper, never taking her eyes off of you.
“you don’t even have to ask,” you answered her in the same tone, your chest swelling with her every word. ellie leaned down and planted a soft, loving kiss on your lips. something unlike she had ever done. every kiss you two had shared was sloppy, desperate and full of lust. but this time, it was sweet, slow and passionate. her hand cupped your cheek before she finally pulled away, resting her forehead on yours.
“if our coaches could see us now,” she laughed, which made you do the same. you wrapped your arms around her neck as you always do, the warmth from her radiating like the sun.
“bet they’d still try to bench us–” another spring of laughs came from the both of you before ellie finally pulled herself off of you. standing up she stretched her arm to help you up, which you took happily. “do you wanna stay over?”
the question was like music to ellie’s ears, “i’d love to–” she planted a delicate kiss on your cheek.
“good good,” you trailed, turning around to look at your dorm building which was easily more than a few yards away by now. being around ellie brought out the competitiveness in you yet again but this time it was more playful. “wanna race?”
“seriously?” she turned her head, the smile on ellie’s face was now permanent in your presence.
“what? you scared?” you mocked her lightly, tapping her shoulder and she scoffed at the accusation.
“you know what? yeah, let’s race. i bet you–”
you took off sprinting, even in your slippers you had managed to get a great head start. you could hear ellie’s footsteps behind you, slowly catching up. “hey, that’s cheating!” she shouted from behind you. while she watched you win the childish bet, she felt stupid for not allowing herself this type of happiness before, but if she had the chance to go back and change anything, she never would.
epilogue
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Famous (E. Jaeger)
A/N: Yeah, I'm high. Hello. This is inspired by Halle and DDG as well as Rapper!Eren that I have been seeing on this hellsite. Keep 'em coming cause y'all bussin' that shit down. I think I was also, more specifically, inspired by some tweet collages made by SOMEONE on this side of AOT but Make it Black™ Tumblr. PLEASE tag them if you know who I am talking 'bout-- I think Eren's tag was "EJTHEDON" in the pictures...
Chile, anyway. Read this story lmao.
Warning(s): Angst; Cursing, Descriptions of flashing lights, Inspired by real events/Fictionalization of real events; Interactive fic with links
Disclaimer: All costumes and face claims are indicative of style and aesthetic not body type. I believe anyone can wear anything they are comfortable with!
Pairing: Rapper!Eren Jaeger x Actress!Reader
The flashing of cameras and rapidly clicking shutters helped ground you to the moment. You shifted, moving your long braids to one shoulder, and flashed a dazzling smile to your left. Paparazzi called to you, begging for your gaze to land on them. Interviewers shouted questions that you could barely hear. You had already done your red carpet interviews, so many of the questions being thrown your way now were for tabloids to pick up some kind of gossip fodder.
You shifted again, opting for an over the shoulder glance to your right with a more demure gaze. Your floor length gown was elegant and aquatic, giving the illusion that you stepped out of the ocean and brought the water along with you. Despite your calculated poses, however, the excitement radiated off you in waves. This was it for you. The culmination of years of hard-work and planning and dreaming-- it all led you to this moment.
The world premiere of your first feature-length film.
You truly felt like you were riding a current and a part of you never wanted the feeling to end. You took a moment, stepping away from the carpet and the cameras, so you could catch your breath. Your manager, standing calmly to the side, handed you your phone and a bottle of water. She looked pensive as you grinned widely at her, but you chalked her cautious stare up to nerves. This was a big night.
You scrolled through your notifications, swiping them off the screen as you looked for text messages from your loved ones. Your twitter was blowing up but you assumed it was about the premiere. You responded to a message from your aunt (she wanted to know how much longer you had on the carpet) and another from your best friend before receiving two texts, back to back, from your publicist.
From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm)
Eren’s song just dropped. Handling media coverage right now.
From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm)
Don’t answer any questions about the song.
You schooled your features, being sure to maintain an easy going facade so that no one with a wayward camera could catch you slipping. Obviously, there was something going on that you weren’t privy to. Now the potential for the paps to catch an off-guard image, and use it to fuel their tabloid bullshit, was higher than ever. You casually handed your bottle back to your manager, smiling though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Angela, what the fuck is Shae talking about?” You whispered, quirking an eyebrow.
You showed her your phone, your features looking amused and humorous. She matched your energy, putting on a casual smirk as she leaned over to whisper to you.
“Stay focused. Don’t answer any questions about Eren,” She said simply, her voice low. “We’ll talk before the showing. I’ll meet you on the other side of the carpet”
She gently ushered you back to the carpet, stepping aside as you posed for the camera. You felt comfortable under the flashing lights, ignoring the shouting from the paparazzi. You took your time, shifting as needed, and making sure your angles were right. This time, however, you weren’t super excited to be standing on the carpet alone. On the outside you looked calm and collected but on the inside? You felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. Still, you pushed through and gave the camera a seemingly effortless performance.
From the corner of your eye, you saw your co-star walking to the carpet.
Relief flooded you instantly. You crossed to Armin Artlert, smiling wide as you embraced him. He was your rock during the filming process, so seeing him at that moment felt like a saving grace. He met your eyes, his own colored with a silent question as he took in the apprehension in yours. You shook your head minutely, embarrassed that he could read you so easily. After months of filming, however, that was to be expected. So, he simply took your hand and talked quietly with you as the cameras captured images of the two of you.
The paps and interviewers went feral at the sight of your hands linked together. Questions about the nature of your relationship were thrown left and right but the two of you ignored them like pros. Armin was a godsend during the filming process and helped you navigate the ins and outs of the film industry with ease. He advocated for you when you didn’t know how to and helped you find your own voice throughout the process. There were seldom few people who would support a black woman in such a way.
Armin Artlet was a true friend and you were thankful for him.
You gave him another hug, preparing to part ways. He gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and you promised to save him a seat inside. An escort met you halfway across the carpet, guiding you through the flashing lights toward your manager. As you reached her, one pap’s question reached your ears over the others.
“Is your relationship with your co-star the inspiration behind Eren’s Jaeger’s latest diss track?”
The question made your eye twitch as you resisted the urge to ask him what the fuck he meant by that. Thankfully, Angela was a quick mover and a quicker thinker. She grabbed your arm gently, ushering you off the carpet as she popped off at the reporter.
“I hope you’re enjoying your evening,” She said, with a saccharine sweet smile.
The reporter grinned, nodding excitedly. Surely, she believed she would get some special information.
“Very much so! First red carpet event.”
Angela nodded kindly before her smile fell entirely, her eyes sharp and piercing.
“Consider it your last,” She said icily.
She caught a glimpse of the reporter’s name tag.
“Have a good night Stacey.” Angela said firmly, hustling you into the event space.
She found a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and sneaky cameramen. You took a deep breath, rubbing at your temples.
“Angela, tell me what in the hell that was about,” You demanded, glancing over her shoulder.
You tried to control your features because anyone could be watching you from anywhere- trying to capture you in a vulnerable position. Clearly, there was something going on that you were unaware of. It was imperative no one caught you off-guard- thus feeding the damn rumor mill. That was the last thing you needed at the moment.
But apparently your boyfriend was really showing his ass this time.
Your relationship with Eren had been the source for tabloid and media gossip since the beginning. Many people didn’t like the two of you together, not understanding what drew you to one another. They had an idealized image of you in their heads- a princess or a primadonna that shouldn’t be around the likes of him. The people who loved you, or thought they did, felt that Eren was beneath you. They claimed he was using you for relevance. Your self-proclaimed internet aunties didn’t like the company he kept and the girls closer to your age were either quietly jealous or outright haters.
No matter who they were, however, they didn’t know Eren like you did. So, you went out of your way to ignore the harsh spin they put on your relationship. At the 8 month mark, you had hoped the drama would die down. But today was proving you wrong in so many ways. Hopefully, it wasn’t a repeat of that time Eren’s homegirl Sasha tried to drag the two of you into her drama with her baby daddy, Connie- another friend of Eren’s.
You didn’t even want to think about that at the moment.
But maybe…the fans were onto something if Angela’s hesitation told you anything.
She sighed, her eyes filled with concern as she handed you her phone. It was opened to Twitter and you frowned seeing Eren’s handle, recognizing his latest album cover as his profile pic.
You clicked the link, confused as to why he would be releasing a song today. He didn’t mention it on the facetime call you had that morning. He seemed normal enough, albeit a bit distracted. Why wouldn’t he mention that he was dropping a single? In fact, you hadn’t heard from Eren since that call. He usually always sent you pictures of him watching the news coverage of public appearances he couldn’t attend or sweet messages to encourage you. You frowned, biting your lip.
The spotify app opened, the song immediately beginning to play. You lowered the volume, holding the phone to your ear. Angela shielded you with her body subtly, trying to give you some privacy.
The lyrics reached your ears, mortification settling into your veins.
Hardest thing I ever did was fall in love with a famous bitch
The song filtered through the speaker, his words feeling like a punch in the gut. He detailed his feelings toward you, verse after verse. He outlined all his insecurities, placing the majority of the blame on you and your career. He questioned your love for him, asking if the men you work with turn you on. He cast doubt on your fidelity and your professionalism bar after bar.
You took a shaky breath, your eyes stinging as the last lyrics rang in your ear.
Just because they filmin’ it, it don’t mean it ain’t wrong.
You handed Angela’s phone to her, closing your eyes as you bit back tears.
“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, her voice soft. Motherly.
It made you flinch. You didn’t need her pity or concern but fuck all if Eren’s song didn’t strike a nerve. When that bum ass pap mentioned a diss track, you never thought it would be about you. Still, it was not the time to fall apart. Not on a day you dreamt about for years.
So, you sucked those tears up and looked at her firmly.
“I’m fine. That weak-ass shit is irrelevant. Today is about this film, this cast and crew and months of effort,” You said, your voice strong. “Let’s get the fuck back to work.”
You straightened your spine, heels clacking as you walked into the theater with your head high. You sat with your aunt, Angela and Armin as you tried to push Eren out of your mind. The day was about you. If Eren couldn’t respect that, if your job was too much for him, then…oh well. You took another breath, pushing the thought from your mind. He didn’t deserve your time or energy at the moment. Eren Jaeger was not going to steal this moment from you.
Still, as the lights went low and the screen came to life, you couldn’t help but send a quick tweet before putting your phone away for the rest of the night. The petty bitch in you deserved a moment to breathe, did she not?
After all, you weren’t the one to be fucked with. Eren would find out soon enough.
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summoned the god of mischief.
Warning: consensual non consent (CNC), dubious consent (dub con), overstimulation, oral sex (both f and m), fingering, p in v, manipulation, mind control
Plot: You have tried to summon the god of mischief a number of times but thought that it was of no use until one day he comes and finally pays you a visit.
It was the worst of times. It was the best of times. Light was shining on you, stars were aligned for you. Nothing felt better than what you were experiencing right now in your life. And then the question arose, how was everything going so perfectly? Or, did it seem so? Little did you know that all the good times were about to turn into a living hell.
Once again, you woke up in your comfy bed and looked at the table clock. You were really proud of yourself as you woke up just on time. Damn, this really had to be great. This was definitely a great start for your day but it would be beneficial for you to not assume that your day would be put to a great end.
After freshening up and having your breakfast, you got ready in your office attire and sat in your car to drive to your workplace. While driving, you saw that your daily route was closed because of some construction work, leading you to take a quieter, and less dense road.
You were not the one who's good at directions so it didn't bring you much shock when you found out that you had been lost and accidentally found your way into a forest. You had never seen it before, nevertheless it looked enchanting.
Without even realising, you drove inside the forest. The interior was even prettier than the outside. Suddenly, the sky turned grey and you realised that it was about to rain. A rainy car ride in an unknown forest wasn't the best idea so you decided to depart, but as soon as you tried to move the steering, a strong wind blew in your direction making you squirm in your seat.
Goosebumps rose all over your body, something felt wrong. Shrugging it away, you took a deep breath and sighed. "Alright, let's get out of here." You said to yourself in an attempt to calm yourself down.
Before you could drive, you saw a big tree about to fall on your car and then boom! This was the end. This is how it was all supposed to end, right?
Slowly, you opened your eyes, the blackness fading out. You saw yourself inside a room, a bedroom to be precise. You were sitting on the bed. Your hands tried to reach for your face but they failed to do so. You realised that your hands were tied to the bedpost. One on each side.
Your blood ran cold on learning that you had been held captive by someone. Thoughts started gushing over your mind about how you would escape from here or would you even be able to ever escape from here?
Putting a halt to your thoughts, you saw the door open as a tall, bulked up man with shoulder length hair walked in and smiled at you.
You clenched your fist in fear and terror as you tried to scrutinise his plans but it seemed like it was the other way round, as your fright was obvious to him.
"Hello, pet." He said with a sly smirk. "Who are you?!" You said in a rather high pitch. "Who am I? Good question." He replied. You looked at him waiting for him to continue. "I am Loki of Asgard and I am the god of mischief."
You gasped, it had to be false. How could this happen? You had always been a Norse mythology enthusiast and were always eager to read about loki. Attracted to his mischievous and ravageous demeanour, you had tried summoning him sometimes. He never responded to your summons but looks like he knew.
His features were actually fitting all the characteristics that were given about him in the books but how could you trust? What if it was just a cosplayer who was taking advantage?
"How can I trust you?" You asked. "Oh darling, I'm not here to prove myself to you but I know exactly how many times you have tried to reach out to me and summon me."
Shit. It was really him. You could feel the energy around you and the way he talked. You had actually manifested him to come to you but heck now what were you supposed to do?
"Don't know what to do next? Do you? I can read your thoughts well, pet." Fuck. This was getting messier. You always enjoyed it when he did all those sinful things to other people, but you doubted if you would be really amused if he did those things to you.
"I know you're terrified, anticipating what I'll do to you. Perhaps I have been waiting for just a moment like this so that I can do…terrible, awful things to you."
You took a deep breath as your mouth ran dry and heart palpitated. You stick your tongue out to wet your lips so that you could enunciate the words forming inside your mouth.
"Please forgive me God loki, I am just a foolish mortal who was driven by your attraction and ended up fucking myself up."
"Ooh, you excite me, pet. I like the way you address me. Also, you're not foolish for being driven by my attraction, there is no one who won't be allured by a god."
Things were heating up and the tension between you two was increasing. His eyes were addictive, they held you captive. You felt enchanted. Your chest heaved up and down and constantly fidgeted inside his seductive aura. You could feel something wet between your thighs and before you could figure out what you actually were supposed to do, the smell of your arousal hit both yours and his nostrils. He smirked on smelling it and scoffed. You felt a tinge of redness on your cheeks as you turned your gaze away in embarrassment.
"Oh dear, already so wet for me. You like the thought of being terrified. The thought of being dominated and asserted by a god amuses you. You must have been truly desperate to summon me."
"Forgive me but I don't like all of this. I think you've misinterpreted my thoughts. Please let me go. I respect you a lot and I swear on you that I'll never summon you again." You said out of terror, practically being restless.
"But why not?! Why won't you summon me again? I know you would if I leave you right here, you're destined to come to me. You're just a mere mortal to me but you had the audacity to doubt my interpretations." His tone was getting a bit angrier and you thought that he was about to snap his fingers and kill you but instead, he came closer to you and whispered in your left ear, "I know it darling. I know that you want me."
With that being said, he connected his lips to yours and your reaction was instantaneous to kiss him back passionately. You could not hold the heat back in anymore and you needed more. He broke the kiss while you caught your breath, "Now tell me dear, aren't you desperate to feel my touch? Do you still want me to go?"
He definitely had your mind and was using his magic on you as your body stopped responding against his touch or maybe it really was you.
He slid his hand smoothly over your body making sure to touch every part of you and halted as he reached your heat. "Say it and I'll make you feel like no mortal could ever make you feel."
You knew that you needed him and you were ready to submit yourself to him. To your god. "Yes, God loki, please mark me as yours and make me feel good. You're the only one who can make me feel good. I'm all yours to tame."
You were shocked as the words slipped out of your mouth, you definitely didn't see it coming. Your ideology was literally screaming to you and telling you to deny his touch but your mind was too cloudy to listen clearly.
"I know my sweet little girl, that I'm the only one who can make you feel good. I am your god."
In a snap of his fingers, all your clothes disappeared into green sparks and your restraints vanished. Your hands were freed but he manipulated your mind into giving in to him so you had no strength to move your limbs according to your wish.
His hand cupped your left bosom which fitted perfectly in his hand. He circled the tip of your nipples with his thumb while fondling your right bosom. You let out an audible breath which could be counted in as a moan. Your chest heaved erotically while he smirked looking at you.
"It's a pleasure to look at such a beauty like you. I can't wait to do all those sinful things to you." You let out a muffled moan as you tried to speak out but it felt like your mouth had been sewed with invisible threads. He would let you speak what he wants to hear, not what you want to say.
His hands were big and veiny and they weren't really helping you to not be aroused even more. You had to agree on the fact that he was the most ethereal being you had ever seen in your whole life.
His hands finally reached you down there where you wanted them to be. He slid his finger up and down your pussy and collected all the slick on his finger. He slipped his wet finger inside your tight hole. You clenched immediately as you felt his finger inside you.
You choked on a moan when he inserted his whole finger in you. "Oh darling, already clenching on my finger, I wonder how you'll take my actual length." He said with fake sympathy.
Your cheeks were flushed at the thought of him being inside you. Deep down somewhere, you wanted him and you knew that too.
He slowly started fingering you, making your pussy wetter. He slid in another finger and picked up his pace a bit. Wet slurpy noises could be heard inside the room and they just turned you on even more. You finally lost it when he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot and making you moan out loud. Your thighs tightened and you dropped your head back on the bed.
"Aww sweetheart, looks like you're loving this." You were loving this and hating this at the same time. His praises just brought you closer to the edge. There was something unusually arousing about him praising you. You felt weak in your knees whenever he called you by certain names like his pet or his little girl.
Once he realised that he had found that one spot, he curled his finger more frequently while his thumb circled your clit. You were in pure bliss as he fulfilled your insatiable desires. He fastened his fingers and started rubbing your clit faster making you close your eyes.
You were so close. So damn close from breaking into his embrace. You were prepared for him to pull out because that was what he was supposed to do right? Bring you to the edge and then leave right there, afterall he is the god of mischief but seems like he outwitted you as he continued with his ministrations, seemingly bringing you towards the edge.
"It's alright, you can cum darling. All I wanna do is make you feel pleasure." His assuring words were all you needed for a release as you came hard. But it didn't come to an end. The stimulation didn't stop. He didn't stop. Now that was even worse than edging and he probably knew that. He rubbed your clit even faster than before as he put a third finger inside you. You screamed as you felt overstimulated. You couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop! Please I beg you, it's too much! Oh God." You said, your eyes rolling in the back of your head while your hands reached down to hold his hands in an attempt to make him stop. You squirmed and shaked continuously under his grasp but he didn't stop.
"You're such a good girl, taking it all for me. Darling, I wanna see you cum on my fingers one more time and I know that you would oblige." You knew that there was no other way than obeying him and you had to push yourself over your limit.
You took the pleasurable torment until it broke you down for the second time and had you cumming undone on his divine fingers. Your thighs were shaking as you hadn't experienced such intense orgasm in a long time.
He finally gave you a moment to breathe just to take it back from you. "You're so damn adorable, my precious pet." He praised, making you feel happy even after all the abuse he put you through.
In a snap of his fingers, you were once again back to your senses and sanity. You were no longer feeling numb. You snatched the opportunity and screamed,"Please let me go! You are forcing me into this!" She pleaded against the god. Loki chuckled with a sinister smile on his face and said, "Whom are you trying to fool, pet? Me or yourself? I know exactly what you feel. You like being forced and manhandled by a man. You crave my touch. You are nothing but my whore so don't act like I'm forcing you when you are the one who summoned me and touched yourself to my name."
Your eyes widened as the realisation hit you that he knew it all. You gulped down the saliva building in your mouth as you struggled to respond. "Don't know what to say now, pet? Now that I have said it all, are you still going to pretend that you dislike this?"
You tried to turn your gaze away from him until he taunted again,"Awe, my poor little girl." he said with a tsk. "Don't worry, I know you're desperate. I know you need affection. I will show you.". You didn't know anymore if you wanted this or not. Some part of you said to stay right there and devour the moment while the other part of your mind told you to leave that place as soon as possible. You knew that you won't be able to flee in such a vulnerable state so there was no other option left than to take whatever he was giving you.
"Oh, so you have surrendered yourself. Your thoughts excite me." You were terrified by his powers but they also exhilarated you at the same time.
"Undress me, darling." He told you in his deep voice that sent tingles down your spine. You barely breathed out a no. "I said undress me, darling. It wasn't a request, it was an order." You wanted to play along this time. "And what if I don't? What will you do?" You asked, hoping that it wouldn't go wrong.
Suddenly, a dagger appeared in his hand as he held it against your neck, pressing it just the right amount so it wouldn't actually cut. "I fear that your disobedience might be the reason for your death."
"No, please don't! I am sorry. I will obey you. I'll do anything that you'll tell me but please don't take my life. I beg you." He smirked at your miserable state as you were on the verge of crying. "Alright, so you will do anything that I tell you to, right darling? I hope you are a woman of your word."
"Undress me. Darling." He said in a stern tone this time. You nodded as your shaking hands slowly took off his armour and his asgardian suit. His toned and lean figure was definitely a sight to behold. On noticing your hesitation to take off his pants, he cooed,"It's alright darling. Take them off."
You tucked on his pants and slid them down. His manhood stuck out erect, the tip being a light shade of red while oozing precum. You would be lying if you said that your mouth didn't water at the delicious sight. You wanted to take his length in your mouth and it seemed like he heard you.
"Come here my sweet girl. Satisfy your god with your mouth. I know this mouth can do wonders. I want to go deep down your throat till you're gagging and choking." His words were dripping with honey and they terrified and aroused you at the same time.
Not wanting any more chaos, you submitted to Loki as you crawled forward and bent down to take his length inside your warm mouth. It wasn't even half of his whole length and you were already choking.
In an attempt to go deeper, you accidentally choked yourself again and jerked your head backward to detach your mouth from his cock and breathe. Before you could, his hand grabbed your head and pulled it even closer to him, making you gag. You tapped on his thigh in an erratic manner but he didn't care. "Ssh ssh it's fine. Don't panic darling. Just try to breathe from your nose and take it. Your mouth feels so good."
Tears flowed from your eyes as he bobbed your head up and down his cock. Your nose touched his pelvis, resulting in a moan out of him. Gradually, his movements became faster as you started to get used to it. He thrusted his hips upwards and deep throated you.
You lolled your tongue on his veiny length. You could feel his length growing inside you. "Ah, yes, you're wonderful my dear, I'm so close." After jabbing his length inside you for a while, he pulled out of your mouth. You gasped all the air that your lungs could take and felt that you were finally back to life.
"Stick out your tongue." He breathed out. You obeyed him and did as he said. He jerked his cock from his hand a few times before he released the strands of cum on your tongue. "Swallow it." After you did, he said, "Good girl."
It was enough to make you weak in the knees.
You lied down on your back and sighed. You closed your eyes for a minute until you felt someone towering you. You opened your eyes to see Loki on top of you resting his forearm on the bed so that he doesn't suffocate you with his body weight.
You could feel his tip touching your pussy. "I hope that you want it as much as I do." He said with a devilish smile which was enough to scare you. "No, please don't, I d-don't want this!" You cried. "Well, all I can do is hope that you do." he replied.
He rubbed his length on your pussy lips, making you moan. Your wetness was visible to him. "Seems like your body doesn't sync up with your thoughts, for I can clearly see your arousal." He said, smirking. You were too embarrassed to speak anything.
He pushed his whole length inside you without letting you process the moment. You let out a scream as his big length teared up your insides. You had never seen someone even near his size.
He slowly started thrusting inside you. "Y-you're so big. It hurts." You said while your eyes brimmed with tears. "Shh it's alright. You're a good girl. I know you can take it. It will feel nice soon." He coaxed. It felt genuine. The way he praised you. You started to like it.
Your hands gripped his shoulders as he penetrated. Gradually, the pain started to turn into pleasure, making you roll your eyes back. Skin slapping and wet squelching noises could be heard. You don't know when you lost control and started moaning his name. You could feel yourself near your climax.
"Yes darling, keep clenching at me like that. You're my special girl." He said while speeding up. He was about to cum, and so were you. He could feel you on the edge. He put his thumb on your clit and played with it, making you throw your head back.
"I-I'm so damn close. Please don't stop." You said while trying to breathe properly. "I know my dear that you are so close. I want you to cum with me. I want to feel your warmth." Loki said.
His thrusts became erratic as they sufficed your darkest desires. "Let loose, my pet."
You both came together. He kept on thrusting inside you until all of his cum was deep in your womb and dripping out of you. He pulled out and laid beside you.
"I would love to see you again, pet."
You woke up in your car, looking the same as you were before you fainted. You put your hand on your face while your eyes widened. You realised that he visited you. The god of mischief had paid you a visit himself.
It would be a lie if you said that you didn't wish for him to visit you again.
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hi 🫡
. yes that is me embarrassing the shit outta myself (I actually sent that to a handful of girls)
i. for those of you who may not know, i'm maya. i'm 18, i'm typically a masculine presenting lesbian and I happen to be a she/her. I also am unfortunately asexual
• everyone meat riding rn about why I read and write so much smut as an asexual, I would love for you to know that I'm fighting a losing battle with hypersexuality! that is all I will be sharing on that matter thank you. •
ii. I'm proficient at finding people's instas whether they wanna be found or not!! if this relates to you, you may want to hmu.
iii. um I'm single if that wasn't clear from the kicker.
iv. I have severe Audhd and I have OCD but I don't really count that because you can't really tell it's there. I'm a POTS and scoliosis survivor
(can u tell idk what the hell I'm doing)
v. I will drop my socials if you so want them but I would prefer u DM me cuz I don't need my public insta in tumblr comments tbh (I have insta, tiktok, discord, snap, so on so forth)
vi. I'm still in high school LMAOOO pls I'm not less than eighteen guys don't worry but I aspire to be in the military but I'm taking a gap year
vii. I've been writing since like third grade but over quarantine my parents kinda banished me to our basement and I was doing a lot of things I shouldn't have been doing but now I'm sorta good at writing !!
viii. fics are kinda a side gig, I do write real shit here and there but there's genuinely no point so idk why I do it
ix. I'm what people like to call a whore except I don't fuck around I just talk to like nine people at once (hop off my dick rn)
x. I'm hilariously funny if you ever wanna strike up a conversation
xi. I'm down for ANY conversations. you wanna talk about what kinks some random bitch has based on their appearance? let's talk about it. wanna tell me about the sex you had last night? I'll go get a snack. I don't get triggered by really anything so if u need an outlet, I'm right here bb
xii. I actually have a massive gyatt
xiii. I can curl a lot of lbs and um I can bench some too and I guess do leg stuff (gym girlies rise)
xiv. I'm Jewish but not like Jewish my fam just is, I am probably one of the furthest things from religion and I don't hugely support organized religion (my fav way to describe it is being Jew-ish)
xv. I am a leftist through and through (pro choice, pro science, pro gays, Black lives matter, stop Asian hate, in case you needed clarification on that one) and I avoid knowingly being friends with Republicans at all costs
xvi. I am pro Palestine, nothing anyone will say or do could change my stance on that one.
xvii. I have a cat + dog
xviii. I don't get cold like ever cuz I ski in like 10° weather all winter
xix. I have Duolingo and if u wanna beef it out w a quest then I am definitely down for that because I will beat you (I'm learning Hawaiian and Hebrew)
xx. I'm fluent in German and speak it at home w the fam and I know some Spanish + French
xxi. juice boxes > anything
xxii. some more pics of me will follow whenever I stfu
xxiii. I stand at a whopping six feet tall but I swear I have short person energy
xxv. in my personal opinion I have huge dick energy but you're welcome to put me in my place (I'm a switch and I'll cook for you)
xxiv. if your snap score is more that 300k we can't be friends I'm sorry (mine is 100k suck my c o c k)
xxvi. best position is doggy but I can be persuaded into something different
xxvii. CUNT
xxviii. uhhhh I'm from the East Coast of America so l operate in EST time
anyway it was nice getting to talk about myself for a long time 🫡 feel free to make numerous comments about my life in the comments
anyway y'all here are some for faceless pics that are guaranteed to make u cream (see, hilarious)
sayonara sistas
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dating hanta sero woud include what woman i need to know also possibly include kaminarri and only if your comfortable momo or mina
I am comfortable writing for the girls so don't worry I think you meant separately if not just message me and ill redo it ok
dating hanta sero would include
• spiderman kisses I know its probably over said but he would tape himself up and kiss his s/o randomly
• hanging out with the bakusquad and being best friends with Denki and mina doing chaotic things that make bakugo question why those are his friends
• this man is a gentleman so if you want to take it slow he's respectful and stays within the set boundaries he would never ever force anyone into something they don't want
• if Mineta was caught staring or he heard him say something about his s/o he would probably tape his mouth shut and get either Mr. Aizawa or bakugo to do something more cause he would probably just get his s/o and get them away from the pervert
• as stated earlier he stays within boundaries so when it comes to PDA he doesn't really have a problem with it he's fine with hand-holding hugs and kisses if you are too great but if you are not he's respectful of that and just sticks to hand holding
• though I feel like he would definitely be affectionate cuddles in the commons watching movies with the bakusquad or just in your room or in his and forehead kisses are probably what he enjoys both receiving and giving though if his s/o is too short he's okay with just hand kisses
• and he probably gives you adorable small gifts nothing costly given the fact you're both just high-schoolers
dating denki kaminari would include
• you would have to put up with his atrocious flirting skills though after a while you'd think it's cute how he still tries to win you over when your already his and he's yours
• you now have a portable outlet anywhere you go phone needs charged he's got you hearing aids he's got you literally anything that requires electricity he would use his quirk for it
• now hanging out with the bakusquad is really fun being close friends with mina and sero you would almost always be up to your weird shenanigans Kirishima loves you and denki together but he's running out of energy trying to keep bakugo calm
• if he caught Mineta his (now former) friend talking about his s/o he would not be cool about it he would most likely scream about it getting the attention of half the dorms instantly that including Mr. Aizawa who was not happy about Mineta yet again being a pervert
• this mans is a simp for his s/o and he wants everyone to know they are his so hand-holding and quick kisses throughout the day make him happier than anything
• as stated above he's affectionate so everyone knew you were dating within a couple of hours but the poor bakusquad had the worst of it they had to see his flirting with you and the cuddling anytime they hung out
• now when he's nervous it's not very rare he would accidentally shock you while holding hands in training camp you were holding hands when the attack began and he shocked you
dating mina ashido would incude
• late night sleepovers either her sneaking into your room cause she is bored or you sneaking in her room cause your bored
• random shopping sprees with momo and what you two can't afford that's why you have momo
• hanging out with the bakusquad is a given and being besties with Kirishima while things get crazy somehow bakugou doesn't try to kill you two
• skin care/self-care nights with the girls every week just going over the random things that take place at ua
• personal alone time though is sweet she is a very affectionate girlfriend o hand holding piggyback rides kisses cuddling the whole 9-yards
• if she so much as thought Mineta was staring at her s/o she would threaten to burn his eyeballs right out of his body with her acid and if she heard him say anything she would threaten his tongue next
• from her bubbly nature she is friends with almost everyone so with you together you are also friends with almost short of Mineta and a handful of people from 1-b
• your always either hanging out with her or talking and if you are not your fine its not like its a codependent relationship you just would bring out the best in each other
#mina ashido x reader#mina ashido x you#mina ashido x y/n#hanta sero x reader#hanta sero x y/n#hanta sero x you#denki kaminari x reader#denki x reader#denki x you#denki x y/n#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha headcanons
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Would you write Reiko x male raw recruit s/o headcanons? This s/o looks forward to be initiated into Reiko's "special" training...
Full discloser!! I have never written for mxm before, so, this might not be the best head canons and I apologize for that, but I did want to answer it!
I did have some help with these @malicedragoness we bounced off some ideas! So I am going to add what we discussed in here too! Hopefully you enjoy, and thank you for the ask! (:
-Reiko being a soldier and being around his recruits, isn't a stranger to some loving if you know what I mean. (;
-Especially when being away for a long period of time, emotions being high, and all that testosterone and energy.
- It started with a huge victory, everyone erupting in huge cheers, their victory yells ricocheted off the valley. Reiko Spotted you, your face clutched between his big hands, you both banged foreheads for a minuet before he kissed you. It was quick, and before you could get into it he left you just as quickly.
-That was the start of your relationship. You would catch glances of him while you trained, he watched with laser focus. He would stand close behind you to "Fix your form" you could feel his impressive length pressed against your bottom.
- He loves to test your endurance, you sat in a chair, your arms tied behind your back and he sucks you off. Getting you right to the edge of your release before pulling his mouth off of you altogether.
- He loves making you a messy, pleading, wreck. He wants you to beg for his fat cock.
- And when he does finally give you exactly what you have been asking for, it's a wild ride. You are on all fours, back arched as Reiko works his fat cock between your cheeks. When you are clenching up he commands you relax before grasping your cock in his large hand giving it a firm squeeze and forcing you to relax. When he finally gets all the way in, he doesn't stop his brutal pace.
-You are one of his soldiers, you could take it, there were no exceptions of excuses that he would listen too.
- Reiko loves to sink his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck. When the sensation is getting to much for him he loves to let out feral groans and loud growls into your ear.
-But if you think for a second you are going to cover up your moans of pleasure you have another thing coming. There will be no biting your finger to keep yourself quiet, no covering your mouth, no burying your head into a pillow, if he thinks you will for a second he is pulling your head back by the scruff of your neck.
-NOW... NOW... Don't think this man won't turn into a whiny fucking mess himself when you are buried deep into your commanders ass. He loves when you are pushed as deep into him as you can go, your hands holding his nuts in a vice grip. Slap his ass if he isn't loud enough for you. And none of that light little slapping. He wants to feel IT.
-Reiko loves when you play with his nipples, pinch them, lick them, bite them, suck on them.
-Reiko is a switch, he can do both, but I see him as a power top.
- Reiko isn't above pulling you out of training to bend him over his table in the war room, or have you bent over.
- Reiko sucking you off in the hallway.
- You're supposed to be standing guard during an event? Laughable, Reiko is behind you, playing how many fingers can he fit in that tight little asshole. And you better keep composer during this too. If you break under this pressure, are you really good enough to be under his command?
- When you are rimming him, he loves to hold your face steady and push it as far as he can get it between his cheeks.
- He is big on ass training, And with himself too, he loves to see how much you can fit in his hole, he wants to take more, he can handle more.
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And that is all I can think of, sorry if they are bad, like I said I have never done this before. So it was uncharted territory, hope you like it. (:
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Meeting Viva and Clay (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: Branch, Poppy, John Dory, Spruce, and Tiny Diamond all come across a very interesting town – and in it, their very exuberant leader, as well as BroZone brother Clay
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If Vacay Island had been a glorious, sunny and warm paradise of a place to live, this location that the Trolls found themselves in was sure a stark contrast to that.
As soon as Rhonda’s side door compartment had opened up, they were met with the sight of a dark, eerie-looking landscape, that stretched as far as the eye could see. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, and sent a shiver down Branch’s spine as he made himself step out of the caterbus. Poppy was not far behind him, and she hovered close by, much to his relief. He did not like the looks of this place one bit, and he would rather have his girlfriend near rather than wandering off.
John Dory sauntered out next, a pep in his step after still riding off the high that performing on Vacay Island gave him. Though, he quickly squashed the energy, after seeing the way the land before them looked. He too got a look of concern – this spooky place was nothing like the relaxing beach haven that they were at before!
Last to come off of Rhonda was Spruce, along with a very annoyed Tiny Diamond. The reason for the glittered Trolling’s annoyance became quite clear when the purple-haired Troll carefully climbed out of the caterbus… toting Tiny on a baby carrier!
“That’s it, there we go,” Spruce was cooing softly with each step down the stairs he took, making Tiny frown even more each time.
“Come on, purple rando!” he cried, not remembering Spruce’s name and too angry at that moment to care. “I don’t need this! I can stay on the bus by myself!”
“Uh, a baby unsupervised? Yeah, I don’t think so,” Spruce said resolutely, finally reaching the ground.
Tiny tsked. “I’m not gonna be unsupervised – Rhonda’s gonna be with me!”
John Dory nudged Spruce. “He’s got a point, Rhonda’s watchful and smart, aren’t you, girlie?” He rubbed his caterbus’s belly, and she purred happily in response.
Spruce gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, smarter than you, that’s for sure,” he muttered.
JD heard and perked. “What?”
“You heard me!” the purple Troll said. “What made you think it was a good idea to bring a baby on this trip?”
“I didn’t bring him, he wanted to come!” John Dory attempted to clarify.
“Yeah! The green rando’s right,” Tiny piped up, glad to have help on his case (and also not quite remembering John Dory’s name, either). “And besides, I’m a man!”
Spruce was astonished to hear this. “A man? Bro, being one years old makes you nowhere near a man.”
“I, for your information, am one and a half,” Tiny grumbled. “And need I remind you that I do in fact have a learner’s permit?” He pulled it out of his hair to show Spruce the “Adultsy McManface” license.
“That’s a fake!” Spruce exclaimed.
“Is not!” Tiny argued.
“Yes it is!” Spruce shot back.
“Is not!” Tiny shouted again.
“It is.”
“Is NOT.”
Spruce was surprised to find that the last “is not” had not come from Tiny, but instead from John Dory. He gave his older brother a look and JD shrugged.
“Hey man, I thought it was a little sketchy at first to let a baby drive, but this little dude has proved he can do it.”
“Yes! Thank you!” Tiny Diamond shouted, stretching up from his strapped place on Spruce’s chest and giving JD a high five.
Spruce shook his head and narrowed his eyes at John Dory. “Sometimes I wonder how we all survived having you as our oldest brother.”
“Bro, your diapies were changed, you were fed, and you were looked after – and you’re here, alive and well now, am I right?” John Dory shrugged the matter off and nudged Spruce again, trying to get his younger brother to see things his way.
Spruce just sighed and turned his attention to Tiny. “I’m gonna have to have a talk with your father when we get back, young man,” he said, making sure to put an emphasis on Tiny’s preferred adjective. When Tiny ignored him and just crossed his sparkly arms, Spruce shook his head. Now that he himself was a father, he was more aware of things in regards to children – and one thing he knew was that this journey was going to be filled with perils that a baby probably shouldn’t be exposed to! Ah well, nothing could be done about it now, but, if he could help it, Spruce was going to ensure that Tiny stayed strapped to him on the carrier at all times, just as a precaution.
Branch and Poppy in the meantime had not really paid much mind to the conversation behind them. Their focus was set more on navigating through the land, the two of them uncertain as to what exactly they were supposed to be looking for. Branch, fully shifting gears into survivalist mode, was on high alert. Any sound made his ears twitch, and any movement made his eyes flicker. So far, surrounding them were large, thick trees, leafless and tall. There was also several of what looked to be abandoned structures of some kind, standing quite intimidatingly as well. None of them really caught their eye in particular… that was, until they reached one that made them nearly jump right out of their skins.
“WHO GOES THERE?!”
A booming voice made the Trolls halt right in their tracks. Light suddenly flooded the dark scenery around them, illuminating a tall edifice that was adorned with a spooky-looking clown head at the top. There was a deep red pathway leading up to it almost looking like a tongue, and the entrance itself looked like the throat of a great beast that was preparing to gobble them up!
A simultaneous scream resonated from all five Trolls, and they huddled close, frightful whimpers escaping their now-trembling selves. It was all the sound they could manage for those few seconds, and the demanding voice was not having it.
“WELL?!” it boomed out again.
Suddenly, before he knew it, Branch was shoved out ahead of them by John Dory. He gave his older brother a look that read “Really?!”
“I don’t have to play leader all the time, you know,” he whispered back with a nervous chuckle, and then ducked behind Spruce.
Spruce waved Branch off too. “I’m with child, dude,” he said, hoping that toting Tiny Diamond would be good enough of an excuse.
Seeing the look of fright on Poppy’s face is what finally made Branch follow through though. He gave his girlfriend a nod, hoping to look reassuring, and then swallowed, approaching the massive clown structure.
“We’re here looking for our brother!” he shouted up to it, his hands up and out in an attempt to show that he meant no harm.
“IS THAT RIGHT?” the voice boomed, sounding even louder this time, and Branch stumbled back. He recovered quickly, however, and planted his feet firmly in the ground. He was here on a mission, and he was not going to let whoever was trying to scare them stand in his way!
Suddenly, there was a flash of movement, and out of the tunneled entrance came what looked to be like a big yellow hairball. It rolled down the red pathway, tumbling in nearly the same way that a golf ball would, and then stopped. That’s when Branch and the other Trolls came to realize that it was not just some random hairball. The hairball was in fact another Troll, evident after the said Troll untucked herself from the armadillo-like cocoon she’d put herself in.
The Troll’s golden hair stood tall on her head, wavy and wild in an appealing sort of way. She was pink skinned with piercing fuchsia eyes that drew attention due to the surrounding pink-and-gold makeup on her cheeks and lids. A leotard covered her figure, with a bright purple star in the center. Upon her shoulders was a dark green cape whose texture looked very grass-like in appearance. Her legs were clad in a pair of snug-looking leg warmers, a dark magenta shade with pink diamonds in the center, stitched with a yellow accent.
She glared at the group with a fierceness that made them feel even more unnerved. Was she unfriendly? Was this her turf? What was she going to do to them?
But then, suddenly, her emotions shifted gears.
“Oh my gawsh… helloooOOO!” she squealed, a smile breaking out across her pink face and her hands waving around excitedly. “My name is Viva! It is sooo fantastically amazing to see other Trolls!”
The Troll, Viva as it seemed she called herself, bounced happily up and down with lots of energy. She let out a little giggle and then swooped down from her perch on the red pathway towards the group, scooping John Dory, Spruce, Branch, and then Poppy in for quick little greeting hugs.
Poppy grinned when the happy pink Troll wrapped her arms around her and gave her such a tight embrace that it lifted Poppy right up off the ground. This Troll sure seemed like a lot of fun!
Viva was thrilled. “Ohhh, this is so great! We hardly ever get anybody coming around here… and we haven’t had any new Trolls in years!!” She screeched happily again and gave Poppy another hug.
The Pop Queen giggled. “Wow, that’s great then! I guess it’s a good thing we came!”
“I knoooow, you’re telling me!” Viva chirped. “What’s your name?”
“Poppy,” Poppy replied, beamed. “Queen Poppy, actually.”
“Nice, a queen! I gotta say, you do look as fabulous as one!” Viva complimented.
“Oh! Well, thanks, you too!” Poppy blushed. Then she took a better look at the pink Troll. “Ooo, I just love your legwarmers!”
“Aww, thank you! But don’t sell yourself short, girl, yours are awesome, too!” Viva exclaimed, pointing down at Poppy’s blue-and-green striped ones.
“And your hair is amazing!” Poppy blurted out, admiring the wild, wavy locks of gold that framed some of her face.
“Thankies again!” Viva said, tucking a few loose strands back into place, and not missing a beat in complimenting Poppy back. “Yours is such a pretty shade of pink!” Viva grinned as she admired Poppy’s hair above her crown, pulled back in a high ponytail. But then, she got a pensive look on her face, like she was trying to figure something out, working to calculate something in her head as though it were a tough math equation. For the first time since meeting her, Viva toned down a bit and spoke slowly. “Poppy, you did say you were a queen, right?”
“Uh-huh!” Poppy said, wondering what Viva was getting at and hoping that she hadn’t been too braggy when revealing her royal status.
Viva spoke even slower now. “Is your dad… King Peppy?” she asked, tentatively.
Poppy blinked in surprise. “Uhh... yeah!” That was a little strange. How did Viva know that King Peppy was her father? They had just met!
Suddenly, Viva gasped, her jaw dropping and her fuchsia eyes growing wide. “Noooo, WAAAAY!” she screamed. She clutched onto Poppy’s hands and looked right at her, nearly unable to breathe. “Poppy, I’m your SISTER!!”
The words shook Poppy right down to the core. She was beyond stunned, gaping at the Troll before her. “My… my WHAT?!”
“Your SISTER!!” Viva cried out again, laughing and crying at the same time. “Your twin sister! We’re sisters, Poppy!!”
Poppy’s shock wore off, thanks in part to Viva’s grand enthusiasm, and the Pop Queen squealed in delight, jumping up and down with Viva, hugging the Troll and bursting with joy.
Meanwhile, the boys witnessed the entire scene – from the start of Viva’s hug fest, to her and Poppy’s girl talk that eventually led to the overjoyed squawking that were doing now – and were not sharing the same emotions. In fact, they were very, very confused.
“Ooookay…” Branch drawled, exchanging a glance with John Dory, who shrugging his shoulders in a “beats me!” kind of gesture. The blue Troll couldn’t even wrap his head around the explanation Viva gave Poppy, mostly because a lot of it was interrupted with a bunch more shouts and squealing from both girls. It also didn’t help that he still felt a little out of sorts from the dizzying spin of a hug that Viva had given him just moments before. Oh well, he supposed he could ask later. Besides, it looked as though this Troll was telling the truth. Anyone with two eyes could see that Poppy and Viva looked strikingly similar, from their pink-toned skin, their fuchsia eyes, and nearly identical bubbly mannerisms. Geez… was this how Poppy felt when John Dory came to the wedding? Branch asked himself, shaking his head to clear it. It dawned on him that his world now embodied TWO Poppys. Practically.
While Spruce stood there, cocking his head and trying to figure out what just happened, Tiny Diamond huffed. “Come on!” he cried. “Am I the only one without a long-lost sibling?! Branch got the two randos who are here and the other two we still have left to find, and Poppy got the golf-ball girl. What’s next? Does Rhonda have a long-lost caterbrother or something?!”
Spruce noticed Tiny’s worked up attitude and began to bounce the carrier up and down. “Easy does it, little guy, just chill, ‘aight?”
Tiny scoffed and mumbled under his breath. “I’d ‘chill’ more if you let me out of this ridiculous thing!”
After another minute or so, Branch, who had gathered his bearings, approached Viva, realizing something of what she’d said before.
“Wait a minute… you mentioned something about ‘we’ before. Who is ‘we’?” he asked.
“OH! I am so sorry for getting so carried away, it happens to me so much sometimes, haha!” Viva laughed. “That ‘we’ I was talking about is my town!”
“Really?” Branch said, interested. “Are they Trolls, too?”
“You bet your blues they are!” Viva assured with a nudge on Branch’s arm. Then she turned in the direction of the clown structure’s entrance and cupped her hands over her mouth. “It’s A-okay, everybody! Come on out and meet the new guys!”
On cue, there was a rumbling sound that was heard, and soon enough, dozens upon dozens of hairballs of all sorts of colors were popping out from the entrance, bouncing around like ping-pong balls and unrolling to reveal Trolls. Every one of them had the same kind of hairstyle as Viva, though theirs were more toned down, but still very wildly curled and wavy. Their skin matched their hair color, similar to Poppy’s, and they all wore cozy-looking cardigans over their bodies, all with the same diamond-shaped design that Viva had on her legwarmers. They were very friendly Trolls, too, though none could match the enthusiasm that Viva had. Still, they gathered around, curious and chattering excitedly to one another about the newcomers.
“Guys! I want you all to meet Poppy and her friends – aka, my SISTER!”
The Trolls were met with shock at first and then they burst into cheers. Viva clapped her hands. “I know, I know, it’s awesome, right?!” Then she turned to Poppy and the gang and extended her hands out at her comrades. “Guys, this is Putt Putt Village!”
A chorus of “hi!”s and “hello!”s rang out from the excitable monochromatic Trolls.
If that wasn’t hospitable enough, Viva jumped right into action. “Milkshakes to celebrate!” she called out, and in an instant, several large glasses of the frothy dessert were brought out by the Putt Putt Trolls of vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and any other fruity flavor in between. Along with it were large batches of food that were brought out, too, including chili fries, hotdogs, and hamburgers, hot and ready to go. Viva leaped right up to the strawberry glass and sipped the entire drink from the straw in less than two seconds!
Poppy was incredibly impressed by the Troll’s feats… but she was also started to get the same sense of overwhelm that the boys were feeling. She sidled up to Branch and spoke in a low voice so that her sister could not hear.
“Is this how people feel when they meet me?” she asked.
Branch hardly hesitated in his answer. “YES.”
Poppy felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She didn’t know how she came off to folks, and always assumed that it was a pretty regular interaction. But meeting Viva and seeing the way she behaved, Poppy realized that it was not the case. Not that she didn’t like Viva – Viva was wonderful! Just a little more over the top in the happiness department than she would’ve imagined.
Ever energetic, Viva jumped down from her milkshake glass and ran over to the group. “Come on, guys! It’s all right! Dig in!” she said, whipping napkins around JD’s and Spruce’s necks, and squirting frosting into Branch’s mouth. She leaped over at Poppy, and by the time she landed back on her feet, had given the Pop Queen a brand-new hairstyle! Poppy was in awe.
“Did you just braid my hair?” she asked.
“You’re welcome! You look so good!” Viva gushed.
Poppy had to agree. She loves the skillful way she’d interweaved her dark magenta hair and adorned it with cute colorful clippings. “I love it!”
Seeing that the girls were getting distracted again, Branch chose this time to intervene. “Hate to interrupt what’s going on here, but uh, we were kinda hoping to find our brother,” he explained to Viva, gesturing at himself, John Dory, and Spruce (the latter two of whom were busying themselves by eating a few of the fries that had been offered, so not to be rude).
“Oh, that’s riiight, I remember you said that!” Viva said. “Yeah, sorry about the whole kooky-spooky thing going on with the clown and the evil voice and all. All the Trolls who’ve found us have been real nice, though, like you guys! And we all love golf, too, which is a little bit of a weird coincidence, but I’m not complaining! Golf is awesome, so really that’s an added bonus! Sometimes we have had some pretty strange creatures come by here, though – and they’re not always so friendly!”
I hear that, Branch thought, remembering his own precautions he took in his gray days when he’d set up the complex traps all over his bunker in case Bergens ever found it. He listened as Viva continued.
“Funny though, it wasn’t even my idea – a friend of mine thought it would be a really good prank… and he’s kinda right! You should’ve seen the look on your faces!” she giggled.
Suddenly, John Dory and Spruce stopped eating mid-chew, exchanged a glance, and then shared a look with Branch that read “Did she say ‘prank’?” And if there was one Troll they knew who loved to do pranks…
“Wait a minute Viva – what friend was this?”
“Oh, he’s a great friend! He doesn’t joke around as much as he used to, but he’s still wonderful! Actually, lemme go get him!”
As Viva scampered away among the crowd of Putt Putt Trolls, Branch was having his doubts. He remembered Clay, and if there was one thing that Clay was known for, it was his boisterous personality. Maybe Viva was talking about another Troll? It was a longshot trying to find Clay anyhow. Even standing there now, he couldn’t picture his yellow-haired brother as anything but goofy and silly. He wouldn’t believe it unless he saw it for himself. Which, thanks to Viva returning with her said friend, he did.
“Guys, guys! This is Clay!” she chirped, tugging a rather unhappy-looking Troll forward by the arm. He looked almost nothing like the Troll Branch remembered in his youth. He was taller - probably than himself, JD, and Spruce – and had the same wild hair that the other Putt Putt Trolls did. Hair, Branch noted, that was not the mellow yellow it was, but instead a bright lime green. He also had a green cardigan with a diamond in the center, and still sported the same old wristbands that he’d always worn, though the colors were inverted from white-and-yellow to yellow-and-white. “I guess I was wrong, he still tries to be funny – I found him trying to hide from me just now!” Viva giggled.
“Vivaaa,” he moaned in complaint. “It’s Clayton, not Clay. I’ve informed you of this before.”
Viva was not fazed by his seemingly grouchy demeanor. She blew a raspberry. “Oh, pfft, stop being such an uptight grumpy-poo and meet – uhhh, wait a minute, ha! I don’t even know your names!” Viva said, flustered.
Poppy quickly helped with that, wrapping an arm around her sister and gesturing out with the other. “Branch, John Dory, and Spruce!” she said, pointing at each of them.
John Dory nodded. “And we’re Clay’s long lost brothers,” he said, using that same dramatic voice he’d used when he’d crashed Bridget and Gristle’s wedding.
Viva blinked. “Ohhh…” Then it seemed to click. “OOOHHHH, Clay was the brother you were looking for?!” She turned to Clay. “That is so COOOL!”
“Is it?” Clay asked, trying to look like he wasn’t affected by his brothers’ presence, though Branch could still read the surprise that was there. He paused, crossing his arms and looking at the Trolls up and down – first John Dory, then Spruce, then Branch. “Why have you come here? What business could you possibly procure with me?”
Branch raised an eyebrow. What was with all the proper talk? And what was the deal with him wanting Viva to use his full name? If this was another name-change situation like his purple-haired brother who had claimed his new name was “Bruce” when they met him, Branch could roll his eyes in annoyance. Luckily, John Dory spoke up first again. “I don’t know what a ‘pro cure’ is, but we need your help, little bro! We’re getting the band back together!”
Clay looked briefly startled. “BroZone?”
“Well, yeah! What other band?” JD asked.
Clay narrowed his eyes. “Why should I?”
“Because the rando’s brother is in trouble!” Tiny Diamond piped up from his carrier. Spruce glanced down and gave Tiny a look. “What?”
Spruce shook his head and explained. “He means, that our brother Floyd is in trouble,” he said.
“Trouble?” Clay echoed. “What kind of trouble?”
“Trapped-in-a-diamond-that’s-sucking-his-musical-talents-away-from-him kind of trouble!” John Dory cried.
Now, Clay didn’t shield his surprise. “What?”
“It’s really true!” JD blurted.
The lime-green-haired Troll narrowed his eyes even more, and then humphed. “Y’all are playing,” he muttered.
“No we’re not,” Spruce said. “John Dory said he saw it for himself, didn’t ya?”
“I sure did,” JD affirmed. “And things aren’t looking too hot for him if we dillydally for too long!”
“So we need to band together and sing the perfect Family Harmony,” Branch concluded, speaking up in support of his older brothers.
“The Family Harmony?” Clay was astounded. “Okay, now I know you’re playing for sure! We haven’t sung like that in a long time. How are we going to do that again?” He didn’t wait for them to respond. He put a hand up and spoke firmly. “The answer is no.”
Branch expected this. He himself had been reluctant to go on the journey, and reluctant to believe John Dory as well. But he had agreed to come out of some convincing from Poppy, and also the desire to see Floyd again. Spruce had also been somewhat skeptical as well when he was found on Vacay Island. Thankfully, the song that they’d sang together helped him chill enough to agree to come along. Somehow, though, it looked like Clay was a little more difficult to budge. Viva, however, beat Branch to the punch.
“What? Clay nooo, you can’t NOT go! These guys are your family! Just like me and Poppy! I would go and save her if she was trapped in some kind of crazy diamond!” Viva gave her sister a side hug.
Clay scoffed. “But you just met her!” he accused.
“It doesn’t matter! Family is family, no matter where you come from or how far apart you guys are,” Viva reasoned. “So go! The village and I will still be here when you come back!” she said, playfully fluttering her lashes and not taking notice of how it in turn made Clay blush.
“No,” he said, once he’d gathered his bearings.
“If I can make you laugh, you’ll go,” Viva challenged, rubbing her hands together mischievously.
Clay raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously! As seriously as you’ve been trying to be, Mr. Grumpy Pants Galore!” she teased, sneaking a quick pinch at his cheek. Then, a comical scene ensued, and the brothers and Poppy could do little more than watch as Viva pranced around Clay and attempted to worm any kind of chuckle or chortle out of him with the antics she was doing, mostly silly faces and sounds. She would scrunch her nose, and do a jig, and blow some raspberries, and stretch and squinch her brows and lips in all sorts of ways in succession.
“Come on, don’t be a Super Duper Party Pooper!” she giggled, resorting to poking the lime-green-haired Troll in the arm over and over and over.
He pretended to roll his eyes, but it was obvious he was starting to falter. “Viva,” he started to say warningly, though the corners of his lips twitched, as though he were just about to crack a smile.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you, Mumble Mouth!” she squeaked jokingly, still continuing her silliness.
Finally, the Troll couldn’t hold it in anymore. A loud, bumbling laugh escaped Clay, and soon his entire lithe frame was shaking and his blue cheeks were tinted red with mirth. His siblings and Poppy watched, amused, and Viva giggled delightedly.
“Oh, yaaay! You’re going!!” she cheered.
“Wh-wait, what?” Clay wheezed, soon cutting the laughter short and straightening back up in order to uphold his ‘prim-and-proper’ act. He cleared his throat. “Doing something based on a bet is highly immature. This does not count for anything. I am still not going.”
“Aw, Clay, but you used to love all that stuff you call ‘immature’ now!” Viva countered. “And besides…” Her voice got calm and serious. “Do you really wanna risk that you might never see your brother again?”
I’ve got three others, Clay wanted to blurt out, but somehow he didn’t think dark humor was the way to go at that moment. And Viva looked so very concerned over the situation.
“Pretty please?” she asked, clasping her hands together and fluttering her lashes in the way that made Clay’s temperature rise up. “With a milkshake and whipped cream and a cherry on top?”
Deep down, Clay really was concerned – the way he’d remembered the magenta Trolling, Floyd had been so shy and innocent in his youth. Regardless if he had outgrown the reserved demeanor, it was still wrong for him to be captured! And the others… John Dory, Spruce, and Branch… they had all bothered to come and were here, seemingly ready to go forth in their plan. Clay didn’t want to be trouble… and maybe, they would appreciate his jokes again after all was said and done! He sighed and spoke quickly. “Okay, I’m gonna give it a shot, so – “
“YAAAAAAYYY!!!” Viva screamed in interruption. She threw her arms around Clay and gave him a big hug, bouncing up and down on the spot, all while Clay grew warm and tried to prevent himself from grinning too widely at her contact. She bid her goodbyes to him and his brothers, and then addressed Poppy last.
“My sis, make sure you watch yourself out there. I really, REALLY wish I could come, but I gotta stay here and watch the town. We’ll catch up when you come back, all right?”
Poppy nodded. “I’m gonna miss you!”
Viva scooped her up for a tight hug. “I know! I’m gonna miss you, too!” While the sisters embraced, the brothers – now raked up to four out of their five in total – stood a little awkwardly with one another.
“Hey,” Clay mumbled to them, sort of waving.
“Hey,” Branch replied quietly. His prankster brother had sure changed a bit. But evident by his outburst of laughter, there was still some of that old, lighthearted, fun-loving spunk left inside of him. Still though, the way that he and Viva had interacted with one another got him thinking… Is this the way that folks see me and Poppy??
His brothers didn’t voice their opinions on that matter. There was something else on their minds.
“Thank goodness for your girlfriend, bro!” John Dory said. “You and Branch are chopped from the same tree – your girls got you wrapped around their pretty little pinkies!”
Clay’s blue eyes widened and his cheeks got flushed. “Who – Viva? She’s, um, not my girlfriend…”
“Okay, maybe not,” Spruce piped up, “but dude, it’s pretty clear you got the hots for her.”
Clay did all he could to not die of embarrassment right there and then, so he changed the subject. “What’s the deal with Floyd again?”
John Dory was glad to jump in and explain. “Some weirdos trapped him in a crystal that’s taking away his music powers, yo!” he shouted. “It’s a really crazy story, but I’ll tell you more about it once we get back to Rhonda.”
“Rhonda?” Clay asked.
“He means the caterbus that I could’ve stayed inside of!” Tiny Diamond said, frowning up at Spruce.
The purple Troll frowned right back at him. “Keep up the attitude, little man, and you’ll go on time out, you hear?”
“What?” Tiny Diamond couldn’t believe his ears! Nor could he keep the pout off his face as the Trolls bid a final farewell to Viva and the Putt Putt Trolls.
“Good luck you guys!” Viva called out, her subjects waving as energetically as she was. “Come back and visit soon! And may your path be filled with lots of hugs, and sunshine, and rainbows, and cupcakes, and milkshakes, - “
“And glitter!” Poppy called out.
“And definitely lots of glitter!” Viva agreed with a giggle.
Heading back to the caterbus, Poppy and Branch let the brothers go on ahead, while they exchanged a glance.
“WOW,” they both said at the same time, and then laughed.
“Looks like you met your match, huh, Poppy?” Branch remarked.
“You’re telling me!” Poppy exclaimed, laughing again and strolling along with a little skip in her step.
Suddenly Branch got a sly look on his face. “So, how come you never told me you had a secret sister?” he asked, nearly saying the same exact words that he’d heard Poppy say when John Dory had first arrived.
“I had no idea!” Poppy giggled. She couldn’t believe she had a sister, something that she had always wished for ever since she was a little girl! Her other wish had been to meet BroZone – which was a wish that was still coming true, now that they retrieved Clay. Poppy beamed. She couldn’t wait to get to know him better once they got back to Rhonda!
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A/N: Spruce’s name change to Bruce was something mentioned in the leaked pages of one of the Trolls Band Together activity books.
I left the sister explanation ambiguous because I can’t really think of a good enough explanation that satisfied me for HOW they are sisters 0_0
What are your thoughts as to why Viva (and possibly their mother, too) was separated from King Peppy and Poppy?
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#poppy trolls#viva trolls#branch trolls#john dory#spruce trolls#tiny diamond#clay trolls#brozone#dreamworks#fanfiction#kittyball writes
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Their feelings towards you
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Pile 1
They definitely have romantic feelings for you and they feel pretty deeply and intensely connected to you but the thing is that they have this urge to control you and it could be quite possible that they are very protective over you because for then you are like a trophy to be won you are so precious to them they just want to you keep you to just themselves and not show to anybody else I am getting this very protective masculine energy irrespective of the gender.
Pile 2
For pile 2, I see that the person you're talking about might have romantic feelings for you but due to to some reasons he/she is keeping those feelings to themselves the possible reason might be because they feel very control and diplomatic when you are around. It is also possible that they might have never thought they might have feelings for you and like feelings for you were a sudden surprise to them or maybe you weren't expecting me to say that they have romantic feelings for you and you are in this surprised that they have romantic feelings for you. so the definitely have romantic feelings for you but they are keeping it to themselves.
Pile 3
I think pile 3 is for the people who are already in a relationship and may be asking for their partner I see pile 3 that your partner thinks that it is over and even if it is not over still he/she thinks it is and there is no way they want to unsee it.but then you got the high priestess so they are thinking about this connection deeply they really think that you have something with them like you know some spiritual connection but they really want to think about it and they are deeply thinking about it I cannot tell what they are feeling with high priestess as it is a card where things are uncertain. As if right now they think that it is over.
while I was writing this post my throat got a little itchy so I think they're might be communication problems in your relationship or it is possible that you are in a no contact situation.
Pile 4
Pile no. 4 I think your person is feeling alone right now although they are happy that they got some alone time. When they get out of this hermit mode they would be focusing on themselves and if you are asking about a love interest then I am really sorry Honey there are high chances that they are not interested in you because they are right now feeling very much protective and guarded to themselves and they just do not want to let their guard down.
If you look at the chariot card on where there is a heart of the person whose riding on the chariot he is protecting it with those blades because he doesn't have time for romantic interest he is feeling so much will power right now that is why I don't think so if your asking about a love interest this is gonna work.
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summary — Chris makes a replica of his chair so you can finally ride him in it.
warnings — Capt. Christopher Pike x F!Reader. smut. thigh riding. dick riding. dirty talk. slight power play. degradation. slight threat of someone joining. soft!Chris. basically pure filth.
word count — 1.5k
author’s note — finished SNW and my trekkie heart is in love. never did i think i’d be writing Star Trek smut but alas, here i am. i have no shame. 🙃
☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
“Chris! What?! How?!” You exclaim with confused excitement. Your jaw opens and closes like a fish out of water.
What looked like a spitting image of his Captain’s chair was placed next to his bed.
There’s no way he took it off the bridge. Or did he?
You run your fingers over the supple leather and feel the warmth that radiates under the tips. The buttons and knobs are all in the same spot. The chrome plating is sparkling and so shiny you can see your reflection.
“I had it made.” Chris explains, wrapping his arms around you.
His chest is broad against your back, “I figured it was the best course of action. I really didn’t want to have to explain to the crew why the Captain’s chair suddenly disappeared.’’
You yelp in surprise when he nips at the column of your neck. His tongue swipes away the sting as he suckles lightly on the tiny teeth shaped indents.
“What’dya say? Wanna take it for a ride?” He asks after sliding his lips from your skin.
Your belly tumbles in anticipation of finally having your fantasy come true. You’d had constant daydreams after you witnessed him in command one day.
The authority. The confidence. Those thighs.
The smutty images of climbing into his lap and riding him until you both were writhing messes drove you mad. Every time you rode him, you’d picture him in that godforsaken chair.
His hands stretch the expanse of your torso, dragging you back to reality and forcing your ass to grind against the large bulge that steadily grows.
Your cunt clenches as he cups you through your leggings and presses into the damp, covered seam of you.
“Already wet. Why am I not surprised?” Chris mocks and grinds his aching cock harder against your ass. Deft fingers circle your tiny clothed nub eliciting wicked gasps and spine tingling pleasure to course through you.
His breath is hot in your ear. “Gonna make good use of this chair, aren’t we? You gonna ride my cock like a good girl? Get every inch of my cock wet?”
You tremble in his hold. Pathetic whimpers bounce off the walls of his quarters as you dumbly nod and barely mumble a “yes” in response. You’re already so cock drunk and he hasn’t even taken it out yet.
A harsh slap to your ass shocks you from your stupor and you stumble forward into the chair as it breaks your fall. You turn back to face the rugged man and watch him slowly unbuckle his pants easing the pressure on his cock.
“Take off your clothes.” He orders as he fists his length through the black trousers.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” You ask, timidly as your eyes travel up the towering, massive man as he stands self-assured with a smug grin.
He flashes his pearly whites like a wolf playing with its prey. “But I’m the Captain. I can’t sit in the chair without my uniform on now can I?”
You anxiously laugh at his condescending tone and the slick that drips between your thighs.
Chris was a stickler for rules. He was after all called the “Boy Scout”.
He makes a dismissing wave with his hand, signaling for you to move before he sat down with a sigh. Chris sinks into the chair and spreads his thighs obscenely wide.
Hungry, power drunk eyes drag up the length of your naked body making you quiver with nervous energy. He gets off on this just as much as you do.
“Now, why don’t you climb on up and put yourself to use.” He pats his right thigh, making the dense chord of muscle bounce.
You swallow hard at the debauched image. Your silver haired Captain sitting high and mighty with his trousers unbuttoned, framing his massive cock so perfectly that you feel faint.
Silently, you say a prayer to the cosmos to make it out alive before beginning your descent.
Your hands find purchase on his yellow donned shoulders and you kneel precariously on either side of his thighs which makes the tendons in your own scream from the stretch.
Chris smooths his hands up the sides of your hips when he notices your features wince. “I think this position will feel better.”
Swiftly, he moves one of your knees to the center of the chair and with a strong arm forces your cunt down onto this leg. You yelp in surprise but it’s cut off with a moan as he easily moves your hips back and forth, grinding your sticky cunt against his thigh.
“See. Told you.” Chris jabs with a raised brow and tilt of his head. “Eyes on me.”
Your fingers dig into his shoulders as your pleasure races. Your eyes flutter open slowly and meet a crystal clear ocean that looms with a storm.
“Thatta girl.” Chris purrs. His thumbs dig into your flesh as your soaked warmth suffocates his strong thigh.
Your clit glides over the smooth material as he drags you back and forth along the tendon. Slick seeps from your cunt and stains his trousers with a shiny gloss when you feel the muscle beneath you go rigid.
A wicked gasp tears from your lips at the sensation. He’s clenching his thigh. That smug fucker.
His eyes crinkle with teasing delight as he watches your orgasm get closer with every grind. “You’re close. I can tell. Go on, be good. Just let go.”
Your body shakes under his hold. Your cunt throbs as fast as your racing heart when the sparks begin to ignite. With a hoarse shout and toe curling bliss, you come all over his thigh.
Warmth encompasses you as Chris pulls you in for a feverish kiss. His lips smooth over yours as he deepens the affection and lightly traces his tongue along your bottom lip.
Chris shifts but keeps his lips locked on yours as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your soddened folds.
You break the kiss with a whimper as your tight core stretches to accommodate his girth. You always struggled to take his cock in this position but he always tries to ease your discomfort with raspy praise and precision touches to your clit.
“There you go, open up for me, Sweet Girl.” Chris coos.
Your body shudders at the intense feeling of being so full. The bulbous head nestles against your cervix making Chris hiss now that you’re finally seated on his length.
Your velvet walls swirl around him as you drag yourself along his cock, rising and falling in a slow, steady motion until your nerves beg for another orgasm.
Chris senses the change. He unlocks his arms from around your waist and leans back in the chair. He’s almost tempted to put his hands behind his head and really enjoy himself.
“Go on. Bounce for your Captain.” He commands with bright, feral eyes.
Sweat beads his brow when your cunt locks around his length and milks him as your hips rise up only to drive back down with a hearty thwack.
His eyes travel your body and over your curves before landing on your cunt. It’s puffy, dripping gooey slick, and spread so wide by his cock. A thick ring of cream gathers at the base and soaks his auburn curls.
He relishes your heated cries and soft mewls as you fuck yourself on his cock.
“You’re drippin’ down my balls, Sweet Girl. Makin’ such a mess.” He murmurs into your chest. He laves at your skin and suckles harshly on your pert nips eliciting painful, angelic melodies from your lips.
“Maybe I should call Spock to come over. Show him how filthy my girl can be.” He halfheartedly threatens but grins when you clench and a copious amount of arousal floods his cock.
Your heart jumps into your throat at the idea of Spock watching you like this. You’d always had a bit of a crush on the Vulcan after working with him for years. Chris got you to admit it after a bottle of wine one night and from then on used it to fuel your flames whenever he could.
He roughly grasps your hips and fucks up into your soaked heat, forcing his fat cock deeper. His leaky crown grazes your cervix with cruel kisses and forces you to the blissful edge before you could stop him.
Your nails scratch his covered shoulders as you tumble down the peak and scream out your release coating his girth in a glistening sheen of slick.
Chris chases his pleasure after watching you unfurl, bucking against your hips with his powerful thighs. His sack tightens and he adds to the sticky, gluey mess with a feral growl holding you close to his chest overcome with the need to possess.
Chris’s chest rumbles with satisfaction as he feels your body tremble from the intense aftershocks. You stay curled together until your heartbeats slow to a steady rhythm and sleep tugs at your senses.
“Was that everything you were hoping for?” He asks softly while smoothing a warm hand along your spine.
You purr in response and clench your worn cunt for added measure making him groan.
He stands suddenly, catching you off guard and you scramble to wrap your arms securely around his shoulders.
“Well, that was round one,” He walks effortlessly with you in his hold towards the showers. “We gotta get clean so we can get dirty again.”
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Ouroboros: Progress
I haven't written one of these in forever, so it's slightly clunky, but I aim to have one of these out at least every quarter, if not monthly. Let's dive into it! Spoiler warning for the sneak peeks at the bottom.
What I got done since last month:
After the update drop, I took some time off the main story to prevent the budding burnout. I’m sure you are well aware of my malaise by now- it's a constant effort to stay on the tightrope.
I don't think I brought it up explicitly but when I started writing Ouroboros it was me riding the high of becoming a person again right after years long sick leave and battle with mental health, meaning that while I am absolutely thrilled that I'm getting so much out of life again, that fragile part of me still lives on and I have to take care not to let it get the best of me, and that means constant vigilance and self-compassion. Writing a project this big could easily be a full time job on its own, but I also have to account for going back to the workforce after being gone for so long. It's tough! irl work/life keeps amping up and will continue to eat my energy. Though, come summer, I might actually have some good news on my schedule and how my writing will fit into that. Fingers crossed.
Otherwise I have really enjoyed interacting and goofing around with you on tumblr again, and I’ve had a blast just reading and playing games. It was a very welcomed break. I still got a lot done regarding Ouroboros:
- Got started on all the short stories you voted on, and built the framework of code for how stories will be unlocked as you progress the story.
- I got some much needed help with setting up a side-blog for writing content only; it’s getting there! Soon Ouro will have its own space.
- I added about 3k words to the next chunk of act 1. A drop in the ocean, but progress is progress.
- I started sneak-writing on the next act and specifically, the underwater/caving chapter. I am so excited for it! Besides writing and hiking, diving and caving are core parts of my interests. (Didn't I once say that Ouro is disgustingly self indulgent? x] Because it sure is.)
What’s next:
I am still taking it slow, since most of act 1 pt2 is already written (60k words ish), and I have some responsibilities I’m gonna need to devote my time to. My goals for February are leading up to Ouro’s first anniversary, so I want to prepare something fun for us to enjoy! If it will be a chunk of update or something else remains to be decided. On the 8th of March we ride.
My priorities for February are:
-having fun with the short stories
-get the sideblog up and running with a new FAQ and character pages, and a new intro post.
-solidify the code and scene transitions for the next update
- (stretch goal) edit/rewrite/add to the unhinged mess that the next update still is
Re: bug reports
Thankfully, last update was relatively bug free, but there are still a few reports sitting in my inbox waiting for changes, mainly
-the egregious oversight of having id's romance scenes appearing although the hunter is committed to L/not in the poly. More on that here.
-the questions with Iontif cutting off short in one path
-a section of the flashback with wrong pronouns + other pronoun variables not displaying correctly (the bane of my existence!!)
Thank you to those who reported these, I always note them down if I don't fix them directly. The reason why I am almost always tardy on bug fixes is because I'm treating this as a first draft that will be rewritten; it makes little sense to dedicate so much time to fixing things that will need to be fixed again. I do them when I have little else I want/have to do. I'm sorry! Triaging problem areas is essential to keeping this show going. I hope that it isn't too invasive to have a few errors in the scenes; rest assured that they will get fixed (eventually 🤡)
Re: save system
Something that has really bothered me lately, is thinking about CoG's obstinate refusal to implement save systems. I absolutely won't release Ouroboros without one, as with how much variation goes into the story (and knowing from first-hand experience playing large games, that one miss-click (or that horrendous bug that chooses options for you if you even look at it wrong) will have you go down a path you didn’t want, or you are faced with starting over, which sometimes leads to such fatigue that you just…stop playing.) it feels like shooting yourself in the foot to not have one. And worse, it feels plain cruel to subject the reader to that. There isn’t any possible way to fit every nuance of a choice into the box-text, or to imply a delayed outcome as a result of making a choice that seems very “innocent” at first glance.
So I stand before a really difficult decision; either code a save system from the bottom up, and I would have to do that sooner rather than later, or port the game to twine which brings its own bundle of problems. Right now I honestly no idea what I want to do, and I have to admit that it fuels a bit of writer's block as I feel locked in place until I come to a decision. Heurgh.
Now for the fun part. Sneak peeks!
I wont share the latter parts as they are still... Unhinged. But the next update isn't just romance, its weapons and insidious cults and fighting, too. More on that, later.
Thanks for your support, your kind words and for sharing your journey in Ouro. It means the world to me. I’m serious!
#ouroboros-if#interactive fiction#hosted games#dev log#writers update#progress report#me throwing every possible tag on this post cause I can't remember which one I actually use: random bullshit go!#And now :] DARK AND DARKER BABEEEEYY#please let me know if you use a screen reader and it doesn't pick up the text <3
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Can NOT stop thinking about the Tyr and Fenrir correlation with Marius and Lyf (or at least my headcanoned versions of them? Mainly bc much of Lyf lore is very fanonized you know how it goes). Like they're very different pairs, but also the similarities make me go feral. So um. I'm gonna talk about it :) probably very rambly tho as i am very tired but emotional so sorry :)
Most of us at least know the story of Tyr and Fenrir, right? Right! (To summarize: Fenrir being big scary wolf guy the Aesir gods did not like!! Tyr was Aesir god but he did actually like Fenrir and they got a long decently!! Fenrir got too big and everyone wanted him locked away, and in the end to get that done Tyr broke his word and trust with Fenrir to help capture him, losing his right hand in the process. God I'm bad at compressing info.)
So listen... I headcanon Lyf to be part Jotun. Probably like, some Jotunheimr family and some Midgard family. Fenrir is either part Jotun or just completely Jotun (as he is a son to Loki and his giantess lover. Loki is often considered to be Jotun, not Aesir, despite his place amongst the gods. Sometimes he seems to be... Part Aesir and part Jotun? So theoretically Fenrir may not be fully Jotun).
Then look. Marius lost his right hand too. Sure he had his replaced but he still also lost he right hand.
Mix it together and what have you got! Well, not much. It's really just one random similarity each, plus the personalities of each so extremely different, what is there to draw on? Comparing a cold case inspector to a being of wild nature and chaos? And a morally corrupt pirate to a god of justice, war, and loyalty?
Well I have MORE actually!!! That cold case cop inspector has been blasted with eldritch radiative energy, mutating them and now they're absolutely feral!! They've got the instincts of a wild predatory animal emblazoned into them from Yog-Sothoth, encouraged by the crew of space pirates they travel with to spread their crawling chaos! That morally corrupt space pirate grew up war torn and now causes it, is ride or die loyal to his crew, and can be so often fueled by mmm less justice and more petty revenge.
Of course they're not the same! But the similarities are there!
Also for my final point. Picture the universe in which Marius gained Lyf's trust, the immortal crew adverse to connections mortals, and Lyf's walls high and strong. And yet, he does. So be it that in this universe, he's the one behind bars while Lyf is the one to bring him food. They bond. They connect. But Marius can't take Lyf with him. The crew wouldn't like it, won't let him. He can't take Lyf, and neither can he stay behind.
It should have been obvious, in hindsight. His right hand, his promising hand, had already been taken. That's why Fenrir wanted that hand from Tyr, if course. To take it as a symbol of a word broken. Marius's arm had been replaced, yes, but something damaged and repaired vs something new aren't the same. He wouldn't keep his word to Lyf. He breaks their trust, and leaves them behind to the fate determined for them before their birth. There was a moment in time when things could've been different, but it wasn't.
They aren't the same people. And yet the tale Lyf grew up knowing of Tyr and Fenrir happen again. Happens to them. The story repeats as they're abandoned.
Of course. It doesn't have to end like this. They aren't the same people. Maybe they find each other again. Maybe they can be run together. They don't have to leave the other behind. Something broken being fixed may not be the same as something new, but it's better than leaving it broken, isn't it? And maybe the repaired thing comes out better and stronger than the original.
#also turning lyf into a wolf for a minute in that one fic is only solidifying this idea for me#especially considering they shred marius apart#to be clear I'm not shipping fenrir and tyr if you didn't understand the “they're similar but not the same ppl” bit#the mechanisms#the bifrost incident#lyfrassir edda#marius von raum#violinspector#i hope this makes sense#maybe finishing my fanfics would make this clearer. but alas i#have not done that
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