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entitled-fangirl · 5 months

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It's like heaven.

Felix Catton x reader

SMUT

Summary: Felix can't keep his hands off his angel at the party. Smut later in the story.

Words: 1,676

Warnings: p in v, cursing, Oliver being a perv

Author's note: This is from an ask! Y'all are so creative, I love it!!!

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He was utterly speechless.

When he saw her, he was speechless.

She had wanted to surprise him, of course, shooing him from their bedroom when he was finished getting ready for the party so she could get dolled up.

Now, here she stood in a somewhat scandalous piece feeling beautiful, a halo placed on her head for the theme.

He simply stood in the doorway, his jaw dropped.

She saw him in the mirror, whipping around, "Felix! I said to wait until I was done!"

He shook out of his stupor, moving towards her with a smirk, "I forgot my angel wings but JESUS am I glad I came back." He placed his hands on her waist, "I mean, look at you, pretty girl…" His eyes held a look of admiration and lust.

She stepped back with a giggle, "Not yet. I'm not done. Shoo, Lex…" She then turned around, moving back to finish her eyeliner in the mirror.

He pulled her towards him again, her back hitting his firm abs. His lips began to trace her neck as he looked at her in the mirror, mumbling, "…what is there left to finish, angel?"

She stood when she was satisfied with the eyeliner, turning around in his arms. "…just my shoes. And… I'm no angel."

He smirked leaning down to give a kiss, his voice a slight growl, "you're my angel."

The kiss was sweet and held a lot of emotion, considering how it was soon going to become something more. She pulled away, placing a hand on his chest, "…Lex."

He pulls away with a groan, "Forget the party, beautiful."

She laughs, "No! I got ready for this, Lex. Even if you don't like the birthday boy, we still have to go!"

He would always give in to her.

He smiles, leaning in towards her again, hands beginning to wander before she stopped him, "What's going on with you tonight?"

"You're just so fucking pretty. My pretty angel. Can't keep my hands to myself."

She reaches down, taking her hand in his before she pulled him out of the bedroom and towards the party.

…

She was sat on Felix's lap when Oliver opened the door.

Felix was sitting on the small table of the overly-crowded bathroom, the pretty angel balanced on one of his thighs. He sighed when he saw Oliver.

"Felix, can I talk to you for one second?"

She looked at Felix to gauge his reaction, seeing that his eyebrows was slightly raised. He then ignores Oliver's question all together, lighting a cigarette, his other hand on his girl's thigh.

Oliver cleared his throat, "You can't ignore me forever."

He immediately rebutted, "I can try."

"Felix, we need to talk." When Felix didn't move, Oliver became insistent, "Felix, come on!"

He sighed, reaching up to place the cigarette between his angel's lips. She gladly accepts, "Look, man, I tried to be nice, but can you fuck off and bother somebody else?"

The others in the room chuckled at the interaction as they did lines off the table and floor.

Oliver stood in the doorway for a while in thought, his eyes now falling to the angel on Felix's lap. He observed her. Watched her watching him. He then turned, leaving the bathroom.

"Who was that?" Someone asked.

…

"C'mon, Lex. I wanna dance!"

She pulled him through the crowd by his hand, his wings getting hit as he passed by people, muttering quick apologies.

"Yes, angel, yes. I'll dance with you. Anything to get you close to me."

The music was blaring, the lights overstimulating, but they didn't care. They were two college kids in love, and nothing would stop them.

He pulled her to him, their bodies pressed close together as they began to dance.

A frown suddenly pulled to her face.

He leaned down, trying to whisper but having to yell to communicated, "Angel? Are you alright?"

She nods, her eyes staring at something in the distance.

He turned, following her gaze.

Oliver sat at the sidelines, hoarding a bottle all to him, drinking his problem away.

But it wasn't working.

Because he wouldn't quit looking at them.

And now they noticed.

Felix frowned as well, leaning down to her once more, his eyes not leaving Oliver's, "Fuck him. Don't let him ruin this for us."

She turned back to look at him, "I don't know…"

He laughed, "You got all pretty for me, angel! Let me enjoy it for the night, yeah? No need to worry about what's tomorrow's problem!"

She nodded, letting him pull her back to him.

As his hands began to wander, so were his thoughts.

God, she was pretty. He was blessed by the gods above for sending an angel so pure and kind as this one. His own little pretty girl. His pretty angel.

A song ended, and Felix reached down, grabbing her hand. He started to pull her away, and she wouldn't resist.

…

They walked out towards the maze, holding hands. They exchanged giggles as the alcohol kicked in.

When they neared the entrance, she stopped, "Do you know what you're doing, Lex?"

He nodded, "'Course, angel. Wouldn't take you here if I didn't." He kissed her head, pulling her once again.

They both entered the maze, happy and in love.

What they didn't know, was that Oliver had entered too.

…

What felt like hours later, and too many turns to count, the two lovers were now in a passionate kiss, their hands wandering over each others bodies.

He pulled away just enough to speak, "…you want me, angel?"

She nodded, "please…"

He pulled away completely, holding her jaw in his hand, a grin on his face, "I need to hear you say it."

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her voice soft, "I want you, Felix. Please."

That was all he needed.

They began to pull at each other's clothes, anything that would separate the two from each other.

She reached up to pull off her halo, but his hand grabbed her wrist, "Don't."

She smiled into the kiss, pulling at his tank top.

Now, maybe half dressed, Felix pulled her up on to the base of the statue, holding her in place. Their kiss never broke as he began to move his fingers further down her body.

Her mouth opened slightly in an intake of breath as his gently pressed a finger into her core.

He smiled, his voice soft, "You can take it, angel. Feels good, yeah?"

She could only let out a whimper as he began to gently pump it in and out of her.

He whispered in her ear the entire time, his voice slightly gravely with lust, "Good… doing so good… stretching you out for me, baby… sweet girl…"

When two fingers were added, she pushed her head into his shoulder to avoid making too much noise.

He found it all amusing, watching her eyes close in concentration as her throat made small noises in pleasure.

When she was finally considered ready by his standards, he gently pulled his cock out. It was already hard at this point. It had been almost the entire night after seeing her in the outfit.

He grabbed at her jaw again, "You're very sure, angel?"

She was a begging mess, her mind already mush, "please, Lex. Make me feel good, please…"

He smiled, "Anything for my angel."

He gently pushed his cock into her, both letting out a small hiss.

She grabbed his biceps tightly, her eyes strunched a bit, trying to relax herself.

His hand were on the bottom of her thighs, giving himself leverage, "… doing so good for me…"

He stopped when he bottomed out, giving her a moment to collect herself and adjust. He used this moment to kiss her neck softly, "God, being in you is like heaven."

And he began to thrust.

She let out small, soft little grunts and moans, her hands moving over his body in search of where to find relief. One hand eventually found his hair, pulling slightly as he let out a small, "oh, fuck."

Only the sound of skin pressed against one another was heard throughout the heart of the maze.

"You're my angel… such a pretty little angel, aren't you?"

She whimpered, his cock hitting her g spot just right.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you… ugh… good girl… cum for me…"

Her voice was barely heard, "…Lex…."

He grinned, his lips still kissing at her neck, "C'mon, pretty girl. You can give me one-"

Oliver's voice came from the bushes where they entered, "Felix…"

Felix stopped, staring at his sweet little angel, whose eyes were wide with fear. He sighed, "Oh, Jesus Christ!" He pulled his pants back to their original position, zipping them up. He turned around, covering her body with himself, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you?"

She placed a hand on Felix's back, her head peering over his shoulder, "Were you spying on us?"

"No, I wasn't." He began to walk forward.

Felix stood a bit taller, continuing to block Oliver's view. "Mate, let the fucking lady get dressed. You sick fuck."

Oliver held his hands up, turning himself around.

Felix quickly turned, helping his angel get redressed.

Once done, he pulled her to him, gently kissing the top of her head. He leaned towards her, whispering in her ear once more, "…go to the bedroom. I'll be there."

She nodded, her eyes filled slightly with tears. She walked forward, going to move past Oliver.

Oliver reached out a grabbed her wrist. He pulled her to him, "May want to fix that." He straightened the halo on her head, watching her nervous reaction, "Wouldn't want people to think you're naughty, do you?"

Felix stepped forward, his voice dark and threatening, "Oliver…"

Oliver let go of the girl, a slight smirk on his face.

She left the maze to go to the bedroom, having no idea Felix would never see his angel again.

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bradshawsbaby · 4 months

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Sprinkles of Love

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: It's Bob's birthday and you want to do something special for him. The problem is that you've only been on two dates, and you can't get out of your head about making that first move.

Word Count: 6.6k

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday to my #1 Guy, Lewis Pullman! I thought we all deserved some sweet Bob fluff to celebrate!

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, featuring the jitters and nervousness that comes with a new relationship.

You glanced at your phone for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, your fingers itching to reach for it where it sat taunting you on the counter near the cash register.

Biting down on your lower lip, you peeked surreptitiously over your shoulder before finally picking it up, your finger hovering hesitantly over the green messages icon.

“Are you finally going to text him or are you just going to keep staring longingly at your phone all day?”

Your cousin’s teasing voice startled you, pulling you out of your silent reverie as you fumbled the phone, nearly dropping it to the floor in your haste to get a grip on it and shove it inside your apron pocket.

Alexandria just laughed in response, her dark eyes sparkling as she slid a tray of freshly baked oatmeal raisin cookies onto one of the display case shelves. Normally, you would have complimented her on how amazing they smelled, but given the knowing smirk she was sending your way, you stuck your tongue out at her instead.

“Stick your tongue out at me all you want,” she told you, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “But I know you, and I know how badly you want to text him. So why don’t you just do it already and save yourself all the torment?”

“Lexie,” you groaned, your phone suddenly feeling like a rock inside your pocket. Why did your cousin have to know you like the back of her hand?

You were saved from having to elaborate, however, when one of the timers dinged in the kitchen, signaling that the newest batch of muffins you and Lex had put in a little while ago was finished. She shot a pointed look in your direction, making it clear the conversation wasn’t over, before turning on her heel and going to take the muffins out of the oven.

Since it was the usual mid-morning lull and the only customers currently inside the bakery were a college student working on her laptop near the window and two elderly ladies enjoying conversation over scones and tea, you figured you should be both a good cousin and a good employee and go help Lexie in the back.

Despite the fact that you had already been working at the bakery for a few months now—ever since you had moved to San Diego—you still couldn’t help but be blown away whenever it hit you that your cousin had really accomplished the dream she’d been chasing since you were little girls. For as long as you could remember, Alexandria had been wanting to open up her very own bakery, a cozy little spot where people could come to read, hang out, and relax, all while enjoying some homemade treats and delicious coffee. It seemed like just yesterday that the two of you were playing with her Easy-Bake Oven, and now here she was—living the dream as a successful small business owner. You couldn’t have been more proud of her. Or more grateful that she’d given you both a job and a place to live when you’d decided to follow in her footsteps and make the move out to California.

Lex was like the big sister you never had. She gave the best advice and she knew you inside and out. Which was normally a good thing, but judging by the way she was looking at you from under her dark lashes, you knew today was going to be one of those days where she insisted on pushing you out of your comfort zone.

You sighed in exasperation as you helped her set the freshly baked orange cranberry muffins—a favorite among her loyal customers—on the cooling rack. “I wish I hadn’t even mentioned it. It’s not that big of a deal,” you insisted, supremely conscious of the weight of your phone pressing against your thigh as you worked.

“If it’s not that big of a deal, then why do you seem to be making it one?” Lexie replied with that razor-sharp wit of hers, winking when you shot her a dirty look over your shoulder.

“I’m not!” you insisted, although you knew that was a complete and total lie. You were being ridiculous and you knew it, but every time you even thought about sending him a message, your heart started pounding inside your chest and your palms got all gross and clammy.

Lex crossed her arms over her chest, throwing an exasperated look heavenward. “Babe, you’ve already been on two dates with him and he wants to take you out on another. Do you seriously think you’re going to send him running for the hills if you send him a text wishing him a happy birthday?”

When you heard it out loud, it did sound pretty stupid. He was such a great guy, so sweet and attentive and caring, and he had done nothing to indicate that he was losing interest or that he would be freaked out by such a simple message. But still…

“I do want to text him,” you confessed, biting your lip as you carried the empty muffin tray over to the large sink where your cousin washed all her baking supplies.

“So what’s holding you back?” Lexie asked, her voice gentler this time as she leaned her hip against the counter, clearly trying to understand. She’d seen your heart get broken enough times to know that you were much more cautious now when it came to entrusting it to other people.

You sighed softly, fiddling with the strings on your pink-and-white striped apron as you tried to put your feelings into words. “It’s just—we’ve only been on two dates. I mean, they were really amazing dates, but still. Only two. And our birthdays only came up once in passing on our first date. He never mentioned it again, even when he called the other night to ask me if I’d like to go out this weekend. So on the one hand, I do want to text him to wish him a happy birthday, but on the other hand, what if it weirds him out that I remembered? What if he thinks I’m some kind of obsessive stalker and gets the ick and then ghosts me?”

“For wishing him a happy birthday?” your cousin questioned skeptically, her eyebrows rising until they were practically touching the edges of her blunt bangs.

“I’ve been ghosted before for less,” you muttered in embarrassment, knowing that your love life was a disaster compared to your cousin, who had been with her soon-to-be-husband since high school.

Lex softened immediately, stepping beside you and wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders. “I know,” she murmured soothingly, rubbing your arm with a gentle hand. “But those guys were jerks who didn’t deserve you. From everything I know about this guy, he sounds so great. He seems like the kind of guy who would be happy that you remembered his birthday.”

Honestly, you couldn’t argue with her there.

Bob Floyd was unlike any man you’d ever met before. He was everything you’d ever hoped to find but had feared you never would, the kind of perfect that seemed too good to be true, the gentleman that you had thought existed only in fairytales.

It had been over a month now since he’d stepped off a storybook page and walked into your life.

You could still remember that afternoon so clearly. It was a Saturday, and the bakery had been surprisingly dead. Lexie had decided to run to the bank, leaving you in charge of things in her absence. You’d been rearranging some of the pastries in the display case when the bell over the front door chimed, signaling a customer.

Stepping up to the counter, the words of greeting died in your throat when one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen in your life approached, a shy smile stretching across his face.

“Hi,” he greeted you in a soft-spoken voice, shoving his hands into his pockets. He was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, and yet you’d never seen a guy look better.

“Hi,” you echoed, your eyes widening as you got lost in a gaze as blue as the cornflowers that grew in your grandparents’ backyard.

The two of you just stared at each other for a couple minutes, neither of you saying anything, even as the air between you seemed to spark and hum with electricity.

“Um, I was, uh, hoping that you still had some cupcakes left. I know it’s a little later in the day and my neighbor who recommended this place said that you should always get here early, but, um, I have a little barbeque that I’m going to and I wanted to bring some dessert. I’m hopeless at making anything myself,” he rambled, his eyes crinkling as he laughed somewhat nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

It was only when he cleared his throat awkwardly a moment later that you realized you hadn’t yet responded to him.

“Oh! Cupcakes!” you exclaimed, your voice coming out a little louder and squeakier than you had intended. “Of course!” Running your hands down the front of your apron, you shook your head slightly to try to knock some sense into it. You walked over to the display case, indicating that he should come take a look. “Normally we’d already be sold out of a lot of these, but it’s been quieter today than usual, so we still have plenty left. I guess it’s your lucky day.”

“Seems like it,” he smiled, his blue eyes latching onto your face.

Something about the way he said it made your insides feel as gooey as the batter Lexie used to make her double chocolate fudge cake.

“How many cupcakes do you need?” you asked, working overtime to keep from getting flustered.

“I think two dozen should be fine,” he replied, his eyes roaming over the display case shelves. “Hmm, they all look so good, I wouldn’t know where to start. Do you have any recommendations?”

“The lemon zest cupcakes are really popular. So are the red velvet and the coconut cloud. Oh, and the German chocolate.” You laughed sheepishly. “Honestly, they’re all really good.”

He laughed in response, a small dimple appearing in his cheek that only further endeared him to you. “Which one is your favorite?” he asked, his voice so earnest it made your chest ache.

You didn’t even have to think about it. “The funfetti,” you told him, indicating the vanilla cupcakes baked with rainbow chips and topped with swirls of vanilla frosting and an extra dash of sprinkles.

“I’ll take a dozen funfetti cupcakes then. And you can surprise me with the other dozen,” he grinned, making you smile.

“I hope you and everyone at the barbeque enjoys,” you said after you finished ringing him up, sliding the two boxes of cupcakes towards him.

“I’m sure we will. This place comes highly recommended,” he replied with a smile. “Are you Lexie, the owner?”

“No, no, I’m her cousin,” you explained, introducing yourself by name.

“I’m Robert Floyd,” he said, holding out his hand to you. “But everyone calls me Bob.”

“Very nice to meet you, Bob,” you beamed, sliding your hand into his and shaking firmly. His hand was large and warm and calloused and it felt like yours had been made to fit inside it.

“Nice to meet you, too,” he murmured softly, holding onto your hand for another second or two before slowly releasing it. He was quiet for a moment, then added, “I’m sure I’ll be back again soon.”

“We serve really good coffee,” you said suddenly, desperate to find a reason to get him to come back. “And we open really early. You know, if you want to get some on your way to work.”

Bob’s beautiful blue eyes twinkled behind his glasses. “I’ll be sure to do that. Thank you.” He picked up his boxes of cupcakes and turned towards the door. Before he left, he shot you one last smile that melted your insides. “See you around.”

After that, Bob Floyd had found plenty of reasons to stop by the bakery. The following Monday, he’d stopped by in the morning to grab coffee for him and his friends on his way to work. That was when you’d learned that he was a naval aviator stationed at North Island.

“You were right about those funfetti cupcakes,” he told you, patting his stomach with a grin. “I think I ate about half the box before I thought to share them with anyone else.”

Your eyes crinkled and you felt your skin grow warm as you smiled in response. “Good, I’m so glad.”

You made sure to slip a cupcake in with all his coffee orders, a gesture which he didn’t fail to notice, judging from the extra large tip he left in the jar.

“See you soon,” he smiled, balancing all that coffee in his large hands as he backed out of the bakery.

From then on, he was there practically every day, stopping in for coffee or for some cupcakes after work. He often picked up things for other people—his friends or his neighbor who had recommended the bakery to him. But for himself, he always stuck with the funfetti cupcakes.

“I know I should branch out and try something new,” he told you one day through a mouthful of sprinkles. “But I can’t help it—these are just so good.”

It had taken nearly two weeks for Bob to work up the nerve to finally ask you if you might be interested in getting dinner with him sometime. You’d had to bite your tongue to keep from immediately screaming, “YES!” in his face,

The two of you spent your first date at a gorgeous little seafood restaurant right on the water, and then went for a long walk on the beach afterwards. It was truly the best date you’d ever been on. Bob was a perfect gentleman, attentively listening to everything you had to say and making you feel as though he actually cared about what was important to you. He’d even draped his jacket over your shoulders as you walked by the water, noticing the way you were shivering slightly in the dress you’d worn. You had been hoping he would kiss you at the end of the night, but like the gentleman that he was, he’d simply brushed your cheek with his lips, asking in a hushed voice if you’d like to see him again.

You wanted that very much.

On your second date, Bob took you mini golfing, something you’d told him that you hadn’t done since you were a little girl. You didn’t think you’d ever laughed so much as you did that night, no matter how terrible you turned out to be at miniature golf. Just like on your first date, Bob walked you to your door at the end of the night, his hand resting on the small of your back as you turned to look up at him, your eyes begging him to give you a proper kiss goodnight.

He had to duck his head slightly as he leaned in closer, a lock of his honey-colored hair draping across his forehead as his gaze latched onto yours, your breath mingling as the two of you inched closer and closer.

It was a soft kiss, sweet and chaste. His lips just barely brushed against yours, sending a shock of electric currents up and down your spine. When he pulled back, the both of you were flushed and stammering.

“C-can I call you tomorrow?” he asked, still so shy even after two dates.

“I hope you do,” you whispered with a smile, squeezing his hand before slipping through your front door.

Faithful to his word, Bob had called you the next day. The two of you were supposed to be going out again this weekend.

But that brought you back to your current dilemma—his birthday. You knew you were being stupid about this. Texting him for his birthday wasn’t tantamount to a marriage proposal. It wasn’t like you were trying to throw him a surprise party or invite yourself over for cake. It was a text message for crying out loud. And even though it had only come up once, he had told you when his birthday was. It wasn’t like you had gone to North Island and asked to see his personnel file.

The truth was, you were just terrified of screwing things up. You’d gone on plenty of dates with guys who had seemed really nice, who you had really thought were into you, only to be ghosted or flat-out rejected. Deep down inside, you knew that Bob was different from all those other guys, but still—the thought of sending him running made your stomach twist into knots.

“Babe, you know what I’m going to say,” Lexie murmured, your cousin’s voice pulling you out of all your convoluted thoughts. “If you never take a risk, then nothing’s ever going to change. I know you’re nervous, but just go for it. The worst that happens—seriously, the worst case scenario—is that he ghosts you. But you know what? If he does that, then he wasn’t worth your time anyway. And if he doesn’t? Well, maybe he’ll start to fall even harder for the gorgeous girl who remembered his birthday.” She grinned, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Ugh, why do you always have to be right?” you grinned ruefully, pulling back from your cousin’s embrace and fiddling nervously with the scrunchie on your wrist.

“It’s a gift,” she replied with a wink, turning to look over her shoulder when the bell over the front door chimed. “I’ve got it,” she told you, squeezing your arm before heading back out to the front.

That left you alone in the back kitchen, your phone burning a hole in your apron pocket and your heart hammering inside your chest.

“Okay, don’t be an idiot,” you murmured to yourself. As far as pep talks went, it was far from the most inspirational, but it did the job as you pulled your phone out. “It’s not too much too soon. It’s just a text,” you breathed out. “It’s just a text.”

Opening your messages, you found Bob’s name—he was right near the top after texting you just yesterday—and opened up your conversation thread, chewing on your bottom lip.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you tapped out a quick message that you hoped was short, sweet, and to the point and hit send.

Happy Birthday, Bob! I hope you have a wonderful day! 🥳🎉

You felt hot all over as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, your pulse stuttering in your veins as you wondered how long it would take him to see it. From what he had told you about his job, he often spent hours in the air each day, so chances were good he didn’t even have his phone on him right now.

You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and determined not to think about it. A task that was much easier said than done. But as you walked back out into the main part of the bakery, you found that a small crowd had formed, so you jumped into assisting your cousin behind the counter.

“Well?” Lexie asked under her breath as you helped her fill a couple boxes with a dozen cinnamon chip muffins.

“I sent it,” you murmured in reply, purposely avoiding her direct gaze. “But I haven’t heard anything back yet.”

As much as you had tried not to, you’d been compulsively checking your phone every five minutes.

Lex shrugged and waved it off. “It’s still early yet,” she said confidently, carrying the boxes over to the patiently waiting customer.

You threw yourself into various tasks around the bakery, anything that would keep your mind off your phone. You restocked the shelves in the display cases, organized the money in the cash register, wiped down the counters in the kitchen, scrubbed the baking pans, frosted cupcakes, replaced the coffee beans, and waited on any customers who walked in.

A couple of times, your phone buzzed in your pocket and your heart jumped into your throat, only to sink down to your stomach when you pulled it out and found that it was just an email notification or a text from your mom.

The longer you went without hearing from Bob, the harder you had to work to convince yourself that he wasn’t ignoring you.

No. He wasn’t ignoring you. Bob wasn’t like that. You were sure of it.

It was a little after noon, just when you’d taken a cup of coffee into the back for a short break, when you felt your phone buzz again, vibrating against your thigh through your apron. Swallowing nervously, you put your coffee down and reached into your pocket, a small gasp escaping you when you saw Bob’s name on the screen.

You could scarcely unlock your phone fast enough, opening up the text thread to read his reply.

Wow, you remembered! That means so much to me. Thank you! ☺️ Sorry it took me a little while to respond—we were doing some test flights, but I’m on my lunch break now and I’ll be on the ground for the rest of the day. How are you?

It took every ounce of self-restraint you had not to scream and jump up and down like a little girl. It felt like a boulder had been lifted off your shoulders. You hadn’t freaked him out! He hadn’t ghosted you! It was just like Lexie said—he was happy that you remembered.

Grinning like a fool, you leaned against the counter and typed out a response, not caring that your coffee was getting cold.

I’m doing great! Glad to hear you got some flying in on your special day ✈️ Doing anything to celebrate?

It was only after you had sent the message that you began to fret that it sounded like you were being nosy about his plans, or worse, trying to insert yourself into them.

But then Bob responded a minute later and put your worries to rest.

Nothing too fancy. My friends ordered lunch and got me a cake. They sang “Happy Birthday,” too, even though I begged them not to lol. I usually keep it pretty lowkey on my birthday.

You smiled as you wrote back, Was it a funfetti cake?

His next response came in no time at all, and it made your stomach flutter to imagine that he was focusing entirely on you and your conversation during his lunch break.

If only! It was really good, but I don’t think anything compares to those funfetti cupcakes 😋

At that moment, Lex walked into the back, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the huge smile plastered on your face. It felt like it was going to get permanently stuck there.

“Well, well, well,” she grinned, sidling up next to you. “Should I take that glowing smile to mean you finally heard back from your lieutenant?”

You ducked your head shyly, your cheeks growing warm. “He isn’t my lieutenant,” you insisted.

“Mhm, sure,” your cousin grinned, laughing loudly when you nudged her in the side. “So it worked out after all? He didn’t say you were a freaky stalker? I shouldn’t be expecting the police to burst down the door any minute?”

“Okay, okay,” you groaned, realizing how ridiculous you’d been behaving that morning. “You were right. It all worked out. He was very touched that I remembered his birthday,” you murmured, sheepishly scuffing your sneaker against the floor.

“I’ve gotta say it—told you so,” Lex smirked victoriously, wrapping her arms around you and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, feigning annoyance even as you grinned and returned your cousin’s hug. “You know, Bob was actually just texting me that his friends at work got him a cake, but that it just doesn’t compare to your funfetti cupcakes,” you told her with a proud smile.

“What can I say? They are pretty damn delicious,” she winked, her chest puffing up with pride. A sudden thought struck her as she looked at you. “Hey, what time does Bob get off from work?”

“I’m not sure exactly. Usually around six or seven, I think,” you told her, your brow wrinkling in confusion. “Why?”

“Hmm, perfect,” Lexie mused, tapping her chin as she glanced over her shoulder.

“What do you mean?” you asked, arching an eyebrow. Your older cousin was always plotting something.

“I mean that the bakery closes at five-thirty,” she said, as if you weren’t already well aware of that fact. When she realized that you weren’t exactly catching her drift, she went on, “Which means you could invite Bob over for a little after hours birthday treat if you’d like,” she grinned.

“Lex!” you gasped, scandalized.

Your cousin threw her head back laughing. “I didn’t mean that you should jump his bones in the middle of the bakery! I’d actually prefer it if you didn’t do that,” she chuckled teasingly. “I just meant you could surprise him with something sweet, on the house. Something we make here,” she added with a pointed look that made your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment.

“Oh,” you mumbled, nodding your head slowly. “Right. Of course.” You cleared your throat slightly. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not! Anyone who makes my cousin this happy is welcome to free cupcakes anytime,” Lex said firmly, cupping your face in her hands and beaming at you.

“You’re the best,” you told her, throwing your arms around her and squeezing her in a tight hug. “I’ll text Bob now and see if he thinks he’ll be up for it.”

“If you’re the one asking, I’m sure he will be,” she winked, nudging you playfully before turning to go back to the front counter.

Once she was out of sight, you turned your attention back to your phone and bit your lip, trying to think of the best way to phrase what you wanted to ask him.

Speaking of funfetti cupcakes, any chance you’d want to swing by the bakery on your way home from work? We close at 5:30 today, but we make special after hours exceptions for our best customers 😉🧁

Was that stupid? That probably sounded stupid. Would he think that you were suggesting a quickie on the bakery floor the way you thought your cousin had been suggesting? Oh God, could you unsend that message before he got it?

I would love to! Is 6:45 too late?

This man didn’t cease to amaze you.

No, that’s perfect!

See you then ☺️

You tried your hardest to smother the smile that was threatening to completely overtake your face, but you couldn’t do it. This man gave you butterflies like you’d never experienced before in all your life, and the thought of getting to see him in just a few hours made you feel like you were going to burst from excitement and anticipation.

You didn’t even have to tell Lexie what Bob had said. The second she saw your face, she just smiled knowingly and told you, “I’ll be out of here by six.”

Time had never seemed to move so slowly as it did that day while you waited for closing time to finally come around. Lex observed your growing impatience with amusement, giving you as many odd jobs as she could to hopefully make the minutes go faster.

When the clock finally chimed five-thirty, you practically sprinted towards the door, locking it and flipping the closed sign around to ward off anyone who might have tried to stop by for a last minute treat.

“Good thing business is so good or I might get mad at you for scaring off customers,” Lexie teased.

True to her word, your cousin helped you clean up and then was heading out the door by six o’clock.

“Have so much fun,” she told you, blowing you a quick succession of air kisses. “And tell Bob happy birthday from me,” she added with a wink before slipping out the door.

With your cousin gone, that left you about forty-five minutes to finish getting ready before Bob arrived. You quickly set a playlist of classic 60s tunes to play softly through the speakers—you and Bob had discovered you had a similar taste in music about halfway through your first date—and then hurried into the bathroom to fix up your hair and apply a little bit of make-up. You usually didn’t bother with much when you were working, but you wanted to look nice for Bob.

Once you were done getting ready, you went into the back to get his little birthday treat set up—Lexie had made a fresh batch of funfetti cupcakes towards the end of the day just for the occasion. You had just finished placing one of the cupcakes on a small plate with a lace doily and inserting a candle into it when you heard a faint knock on the front door.

Your heart rate immediately began climbing as you ran your hands over the T-shirt and jeans you’d worn today, hoping you looked halfway presentable. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, you stepped out into the main part of the bakery and felt your legs instantly turn to Jell-O at the sight of Bob standing at the door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. You’d only told him once in passing how much you loved them, and he had remembered.

Wow, that really did mean a lot.

“Hi,” you greeted him, standing in the open doorway and beaming up at him.

“Hi,” he echoed, that little dimple making an appearance as he smiled down at you. After a beat, he seemed to suddenly remember that he was holding the flowers in his hand. “Oh, these are for you,” he said, holding them out shyly.

“They’re beautiful, Bob,” you breathed out softly, accepting them with a smile and pressing them to your nose. “My favorite. You remembered.”

“Just like you remembered my birthday,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn’t quite name, but which you knew you felt just as much as he did.

The two of you stood there like that for a few moments, just gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling dreamily. Then you came to your senses.

“Come in, come in,” you told him, stepping out of the doorway so that he could enter and then closing the door behind him. “Gosh, these really are such beautiful flowers. That was so sweet of you. You didn’t have to get me anything. It is your birthday, after all,” you said, guiding him to a table in the center of the room.

“I wanted to,” Bob replied, taking a seat. He was still in his flight suit and he looked so handsome. “I’m happy that they made you smile.”

“It’s hard not to smile when I’m around you,” you told him, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could think twice about them. Your cheeks grew warm when you realized how vulnerable they were, and you buried your face in the bouquet once more.

Bob’s cheeks had grown rosy as well, and you noticed that his leg was bouncing nervously underneath the table. “I feel the same way,” he murmured softly.

You could have thrown your arms around him and kissed him right then and there, but then you recalled the actual reason why you had invited him over.

“I have a surprise for you,” you said suddenly, smiling brightly as you laid the bouquet of flowers down on the counter. “Wait right here and close your eyes,” you told him, waiting until he had done so before hurrying into the back and lighting the candle you’d tucked into his cupcake.

When you stepped back into the main room on quiet feet, you found that Bob was still patiently sitting with his eyes closed. Your heart swelled with deep affection—and was it possible something even deeper? You had never met anyone like him and you were certain you never would again.

It was at that moment that you realized “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes was currently playing through the speakers, as apropos a sign as you could imagine.

You cleared your throat slightly as you approached the table, the candle sparkling in front of your face as you brought it closer to the birthday boy.

“I know you said you weren’t a big fan of being serenaded with ‘Happy Birthday,’ so I’ll spare you my vocals,” you teased, setting the plate down in front of him. “But Happy Birthday, Bob.”

Opening his eyes, Bob glanced from your face down to the cupcake and then back up to you again. He seemed at a loss for words, his eyes growing wide behind his glasses.

“This is—this—thank you,” Bob finally said, his voice sounding a bit hoarse. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

You smiled, sitting down beside him and gently resting your hand over his. “Blow out your candle before it melts into your cupcake,” you giggled.

He grinned at the sound of your laughter, leaning in closer to blow out the single candle, though he kept his eyes fixed on you the whole time.

“Lexie baked them fresh this afternoon. There’s a whole bunch more in the back that I’m going to be sending you home with,” you told him, your heart skipping a beat at the way his face lit up.

“What did I do to deserve all this? This is the best birthday present ever,” Bob chuckled, wrapping his fingers around yours and squeezing lightly.

“I’m glad you think so,” you murmured, glancing down at the table shyly. “The truth is, I was a little nervous to text you earlier.”

Bob looked surprised at your admission. “Why?” he asked, astonished.

You bit your lip and hesitated, but then decided to be honest. Like Lexie said, if you never took a risk, then you never got to see anything change. “I know this is going to sound so stupid, but I was worried you would think it was too much if I texted you for your birthday.”

“Too much?” he repeated, his brow crinkling in obvious confusion.

“You know, just because you had only mentioned your birthday once. I thought maybe I would seem too desperate or clingy or something if I reached out. I thought it would freak you out,” you confessed. “I know that sounds pretty dumb when I say it out loud.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Bob assured you, shaking his head slowly. “I know what you mean. To be honest, I think I’ve had that problem myself. Y’know, coming off too eager and scaring girls away,” he admitted, blushing as he ducked his head.

“Oh, Bob,” you murmured in understanding, lacing your fingers through his. With all the other things you two had in common, it shouldn’t have surprised you that a crappy dating history was something else you shared. “You could never scare me off,” you promised him.

Lifting his head, he smiled at you and reached out slowly, his fingertips stirring a few wisps of your hair as he brushed your cheek lightly. “And you could never freak me out. It meant so much to me that you remembered my birthday. It made my whole day, in fact. Even more than the funfetti cupcakes,” he said, his eyes crinkling. He was quiet for a moment, thoughtful, then added softly, “I remember everything about you.”

“You do?” you whispered, feeling a sudden surge of emotion well up in your throat.

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Your favorite movies, the fact that you like tomatoes but hate ketchup, the way you throw your head back when you laugh really loudly. Your favorite flowers. I remember it all.”

“Bob,” you breathed out, the tears brimming in your eyes as your gaze dropped from his eyes down to his mouth.

You weren’t really sure who moved first, but soon enough, Bob was holding you in his arms, your lips pressed together in a kiss that was much less chaste than your first one, but just as sweet. Your arms snaked around his neck, one hand burying itself in his soft hair, the other resting on the nape of his neck. He let out a soft groan in response, one of his large hands resting on your hip and the other splaying across your back, holding you close.

It was a kiss that was so much like Bob himself—gentle, kind, tender, sweet, affectionate, attentive. He didn’t demand more than you were willing to give, he didn’t try to take anything from you. He just wanted to make you feel how much he cared about you, wanted to make you feel special and cherished. And he did. You hoped more than anything that you were doing the same for him.

Because the truth was that you were already falling for Bob Floyd, and falling hard.

When the two of you finally pulled back—a mutually hesitant parting borne solely of the need for oxygen—you smiled breathlessly, closing your eyes as Bob rested his forehead against yours.

“Okay, maybe that was the best birthday present ever,” he chuckled quietly, his lips brushing against your temple.

“I think so, too, and it’s not even my birthday,” you grinned, resting your head against his shoulder. “Are you going to have your cupcake?” you asked, glancing down at where it sat on the plate, still untouched.

“Mhm,” Bob nodded, wrapping an arm around you and brushing his fingers up and down your arm. “But there actually is something I’d like to ask you first,” he said, suddenly sounding nervous.

Lifting your head, you looked up at him, trying to figure out why he suddenly looked so flustered.

“Of course. What is it?” you questioned, resting a hand on his arm.

“Well, all of this has been amazing,” he began, pushing his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose. You had noticed they had a tendency to slide down when he was particularly nervous. “But there actually is one more thing that I’d really like for my birthday this year.”

You raised your eyebrows curiously. “What is it?”

Bob swallowed deeply and then looked directly into your eyes. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your lips parted as a little gasp of delighted surprise escaped you. It may have been Bob’s birthday, but it felt like you were the one being showered with gifts today.

“Oh, Bob, yes! Yes!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him and pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Yes?” Bob repeated between kisses, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yes,” you told him seriously, cupping his cheek in your hand. “Nothing would make me happier.”

“Oh, darlin’,” he breathed out, the term of endearment falling easily off his tongue in that adorable midwestern accent of his. He pulled you into his arms once more and kissed you soundly.

You giggled softly as you reached for the funfetti cupcake and removed the candle, holding it up for him to take a bite. “Happy Birthday, Bob.”

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ok this might sound weird but… how would aew men react to having a partner who acts like Chelsea Green so she is a karen on screen hopefully that makes sense😭..

AEW Stars React to: You Being A Karen (on-screen)

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 910

Supreme Speaks: hey yall sorry for being MIA, my life has changed so much so please keep me in good thoughts. anyways, i'm back and thanks to @cassie0sstuff requesting and sorry for not responding. Imma try my best to upload as much as possible this week. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think

Taglist: @cassie0sstuff @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Okay for this I can only imagine yall doing the whole Karen thing if the other person was truly in the wrong…not when someone is literally just doing their job

Orange Cassidy

He’s just going with the flow man

This is the face before you start yellin 😐

And this is the face after you start yellin 😐

He literally would let you go on a rant and finally, when you walk away he’ll say

“What she said”

Will tell you to chill out if you’re going overboard

Cassidy literally doesn’t have the energy to be playing with you or feeding into your antics

Because of this, Kris, Trent, and Chuck have to pull you off of the other person He loves it when you scream at his opponents; he starts chuckling in their faces

Hook

Tries to calm you down….sometimes

Like Cassidy, Hook is not with the yelling and screamin (unless its in other ways wink wink)

He’s a very quiet and stoic person if you didn’t know

Will shut you down before you even get started

Like I’m talking will pick you up and remove you from the room

However, if it’s a time when you really can’t be stopped, Hook will sit back and observe

With a huge ass smirk as you’re mouthing off at his opponent

After it’s all said and done, he says, “Fuck around and find out”

Only will allow you to do it once he can’t be bothered to yell or complain

Eddie Kingston

Man either loves it or he’s not phased

Like it has become a part of his routine; wake up, get ready, hear you yell, kick-ass, sleep, repeat

He loves to see you go off the handles every once in a while, especially when confronting Claudio or Jericho

You: You keep getting involved with business that’s not yours! You are not the authority here! I’ll sue you!

Eddie: SHE WILL TAKE ALL YOUR PENNIES YOU SWISS LEX LUTHOR!

Other times you fade into the background

Fenix: Do you hear her?

Eddie: Not really, at this point it’s white noise…or maybe I’m going deaf

I also think he would just place you in front of him when he's finished talking so you can scream the rest of his thoughts

Kenny Omega

Your character is primarily on BTE

He feeds into it

Will tattletale on Nick and Matt to you

“You two are in big trouble when Y/N gets here! Ooooooooo!”

Will hide behind you and stick his tongue out at Nick and Matt

I think he would also just tell Kota (who can do no wrong) to let you angry translate for him

Kenny would be the significant other who 100% percent supports their partner

Even if they are in the wrong…he won’t let you know when you’re wrong

If you really went in on someone, he would quietly apologize after you leave

MJF

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Feeds into it x5000

A smirk would be on his face as he states that you are his secret weapon

Will lie to people just for a chance to see you yell at people

Brings you to his matches so you can yell at referees about their “mistakes”

Will act like a Karen when you get ejected from a match

“NO YOU SMHUCK! YOU CAN’T GET MAD CAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB!”

He might leave the match since you’re not there

Sits back stage and sulks while you scream at everyone in sight

Tbh, you are both Karens with the way he acts

You both have to drag each other away

Christian Cage

Hehe, this man is the biggest Karen

Don’t hit me, but this man would use you as a shield and scapegoat (character speaking wise)

He would hide behind you and tell you to tell off his opponent

Will send you to do interviews for him, loves it when you get feisty and start yelling

He would also send you off to let Tony his list of demands (of what he wants in his locker room and wish)

If he said anything outta pocket and gets confronted, he’ll say it was you

“I didn’t say your mom is hot…Y/N said it! Wait-“

Hear me out…he has several voice messages saved with you screaming your head off

Uses it when you’re not there to get his point across

God forbid anyone starts yelling back at you…he would unleash hellfire upon them

Ricky Starks

Okay at first…he was annoyed

Like he didn’t understand why your character goes around yelling at people and how it got over

But once he turned heel, he understood

It was hella funny yet justified…especially when one of you got disrespected

Ricky tries his best not to laugh on screen when you’re screaming

Will join in and verbally jump the person

You: You are so horrible at your job! Like how did you-

Ricky: I got this baby…YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AND YOU DESERVE TO CHOKE-

He is quick to get merchandise made with your Karen slogans

Cuts people off and threats to get you...which makes them instantly shut up

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dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Conner Kent - Conner Kent Imagine [HBO's Titans]

Title: dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Conner Kent

Pairing: Conner Kent X Reader

Word Count: 1,891 words

Warning(s): feelings of guilt, mention of human experimentation/death of a friend

Author's Note: I genuinely thought that I had already written about Conner but apparently not?? Alright then.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Secret For the Mad

I've got a secret for the mad In a little bit of time it won't hurt so bad And I get that I don't get it But you will burn right now but then you won't regret it

If you had told me a year ago that I would be in a mostly empty tower built for a group of superheroes while I was looking over an unconscious clone of an alien, then I would have assumed you taking some kind of drug.

But here I was, spending hour after hour with Gar in the Titan Tower, watching over the clone of Superman and Lex Luthor. The rest of the team had left. Even Dick was gone at this point.

When Conner woke up, Gar and I were still on our own. I grabbed Conner some clothes and led him back to his room while Gar insisted that he could make something decent for Conner to eat and call Bruce.

I stood next to the hospital bed with a now-dressed Conner sitting on the edge.

I had nothing I could say that would help him adjust to all of this. I told him about how he ended up in the tower. I told him about Eve having to leave for a while. I told him as much as I knew.

I saw this look on his face as everything settle in. I knew that look. I had seen it so many times in the mirror. That realization that you might be completely alone. That every part of your existence was just for someone else's benefit and entertainment.

"Hey," I said, reaching out to touch his hand. "You don't have to worry about that anymore. You're here now. No more tests or experiments or any of that. We'll keep you safe from all of it."

"How," he asked.

"However, we have to," I shrugged. "Dick and the team did it for me. I know that they'll figure out how to do it for you too."

His eyebrows furrowed at me. Well shit. Walked into more questions than I wanted to.

I took a deep breath before turning my back to him. I closed my eyes and lifted up the back of my shirt. Just enough to show off the scar running up most of my spine.

"Not quite a clone, but I was an experiment."

I felt my body tense as Conner's fingers brushed my spine. Heat crawled up the length of my neck and took over my face. It was all so strange and new and... almost intimate. He was so gentle that it almost felt loving. He didn't actually know me. I didn't actually know him. Yet, here I was, showing him what was the root of my deepest insecurities, and he was treating it like a piece of art.

I had never had anyone touch the scar other than myself. And even then, I had avoided ever letting my hand brush it. Too much of a reminder of all of my pain.

"What happened," he asked quietly.

I leaned away from his touch and pulled my shirt down again as I turned to face him again. "Like I said, I was also an experiment."

His eyebrows furrowed. I let out a sigh.

"I was in a pretty serious accident," I continued. "It was all pretty much hopeless. But then, this man came to visit my parents in the hospital. He... He offered them a miracle... if they let him perform an experimental surgery. That's what the scar is from.

"And when I woke up, there was this... issue. The doctor that performed my surgery had screwed around with something and... I was left with this artificial connection to the speed force. I'm a speedster."

I didn't know how to explain it to him in a better way.

"That boy I caught," Conner said. "You were the lightning."

"Yeah... Yeah, I was," I nodded. He was talking about Jason. My best friend that I almost failed to save.

"Are there others," he asked.

"Experiments? Yes," I replied.

That seemed to comfort him. A little bit, at least.

"I just... I want you to know that you aren't alone in all of this," I continued. "Many of us are the result of someone's twisted imagination. Doesn't make us bad. It just means that we have to try a little harder to do good."

It was a sentence that Dick had used when we first met. I remembered not really believing it. I had spent too long being treated like some kind of curse to buy such a thought. But I hoped that Conner had a little more hope than I did. A cleaner slate.

"We all figure it out in the end," I said. "That's what matters."

The grin that formed on his face made even me believe the words coming out of my mouth.

Absolutely Smitten

But it's too late Oh, I believe in fate! I'm absolutely smitten, I'll never let you go

Moving in with the Titans never felt like a permanent solution. I always shrugged it off as a temporary job before I was sent back to Gotham.

But now, I felt more at home in that tower than I had ever felt anywhere else. Even with my parents.

The news reports after our missions helped encourage that feeling a lot. They would always talk about us as such a close team. Even when one of us gave a statement- usually Kory- we weren't messy pieces of a puzzle. We were one great thing.

It was nice.

There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Conner and I were the closest in the group. Especially after Jason moved back to Gotham. I still kept in contact with him. His primary tool for avoidance was now to tease me for whatever Conner and I had going on. My primary tool of avoidance was asking about Gotham. Neither one of us made much progress.

I never intended on telling Jason that he was right. However, that plan of mine forgot to factor in that I was not the only person in charge of that timeline.

Kory had been giving a statement on the last criminal we had busted.

I was bored waiting for everyone else, so I looked over at Conner. "Race you back to the tower?"

He looked at me for a moment before grinning. "You're on."

I took off running with no warning.

However, even with my head start, Conner made it to the tower long before I did. I let out an annoyed groan when I saw him waiting by the dining table.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up," he said. "Got worried that you got lost."

"Who taught you to be a smartass," I asked. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Shut up."

I went to walk away and get changed.

"Don't I get something for winning?" Conner called as I made it to the doorway leading out of the kitchen.

I stopped, spinning on my heels to look at him. "That depends... what does Superboy want as his prize?"

He took a deep breath, looking a little more nervous. "A kiss?"

I scoffed. More out of shock than anything else. "Oh..."

"You don't have to," he immediately started to backtrack. "I just... I really like you and I... I thought... well, I was told that you might feel the same way. But if you don't, that's fine. I just-"

I walked over to him as he rambled. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It was quick. Just a peck before I pulled away again.

"I like you too, Conner," I said. "A lot."

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Good."

"Who... Who told you that I did," I asked.

"Gar," he looked down for a moment. "He said that it was... very obvious. Then, he told me to try to be bold. Did I do that?"

"I mean... I would say so," I nodded. I decided not to tell him about my plan to fight Gar for saying I was obvious. "I... I should go get changed, but we... we're gonna talk about this."

He nodded. I waved awkwardly before going to leave the room.

It was awkward, yes, but it was just the beginning of something that meant more to me than anything else I had ever experienced.

Intertwined

Intertwined Free I've pinned each and every hope on you I hope that you don't bleed with me

I hated waking up in Gotham.

It was just a constant reminder of too much. Losing Jason, having Jason come back as Red Hood, losing Hank. It all had happened too fast. I was certain that I got whiplash from my time there.

Conner was the only comfort I had through the whole thing.

I woke up one morning with his arm wrapped around me. I was lying on my back. He was lying on his stomach, pulling me as close to him as he could. His head was resting right next to mine on the pillow. God knows that the bed we were sharing was a lot bigger than we needed.

I turned my head, looking up at the ceiling. That dreadful feeling that I had grown accustomed to was coming back.

I blinked away a wave of tears. My tiredness must have been mixing with my pain. I hadn't cried in a while.

I shook my head.

"Are you crying?"

I looked over at a now half-awake Conner. I swear some part of his powers included sensing when I was upset. He always seemed to be there are exactly the right times.

"No," I whispered back.

He frowned at me. I let out a sigh as more tears filled my eyes.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"You don't need to apologize," he said.

He moved to his side, going to pull me closer to him.

I didn't break down or sob or yell or anything. I merely hid my face in his shoulder, closed my eyes, and held onto him a little tighter.

I had talked about the weight of it all before. Conner knew every thought I had more intimately than his. My confusion, sadness, anger, and guilt surrounding Jason. He was the only person that I didn't feel like I had to hide any of it. I knew that he would never judge me for any of it.

"Can we stay here forever?" I muttered. It was so quiet that I was convinced that he didn't hear me.

"As long as you want," he mumbled back, holding me even tighter.

It was an impossibility. A half-hearted joke. But I would have done anything to let that be true. To just have time stop for a little while.

I felt a kiss get pressed to the side of my head. A quiet sigh escaped me.

I wish that a younger version of me got to feel this much love and support. I wonder how different they would have been if someone had taken a moment to hold them with no words spoken. No questions, no shushing, no guilt for not having an explanation for my feelings.

Instead of being able to voice my gratitude, I pressed a kiss to Conner's shoulder.

This was all I needed. Forever.

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This I Vow - Angst/Smut One Shot

Scar! Predator x Female! Reader

Summary:When you haven't heard back from your best friend Alexa "Lex" Woods, who's been like a sister to you..you sent out a search party to find her beneath the ice on Bouvetøya Island of Antarctica.

Author's Note:Inspired by AVP Alien VS Predator (2004 film) this one shot picks up from the ending but with a death character role switch, where Alexa Woods dies and Scar lives along with his brothers.

Warning:Mentions of the reader getting injured, having a slight concussion and death of a loved one.

Sexual Content:Grinding,dry-humping, gentle penetration,missionary position,doggie-style,biting,dirty talk and alien sex.

Sunday, October 3rd 2004

"Are you sure, you don't want me to come?" you asked your best friend and sister over the phone "I'm sure, sis.. besides you wouldn't like it up here, it's freezing." Lex replied earning a chuckle from you. "Yeah.." you said with a sigh then, added "...your probably, right. I don't do so well in the cold." while shaking your head and making a face, you never were overly fond of freezing weather.

2 weeks later... Sunday, October 24th 2004

"What do you mean, that you can't give me the location?!"you exclaimed over the phone, in disbelief "I don't give a DAMN if, it's classified information or not!! This is my sister we're talking about here! It takes at least!!.. nine to ten days for that expedition she's on, she should've been back by now." you added getting ticked-off over the situation.

"...yes, I know that. She would've notified me if, that's the case but she hasn't.. I haven't heard from her in two weeks, something is wrong!.." with a huff of frustration and tossing your phone on the bed, when the call ended fidgeting with your locket as your cellular device dinged signaling that you got a text from an unknown number.

Sunday, October 31st 2004 Bouvetøya Island of Antarctica

"Lex??" you shouted while frantically looking around for anything before shouting out her name again "ALEXA?!?!" , "Stop shouting." Max demanded with a grunt and keeping a firm grip on his gun. Causing you to stop in your tracks before spinning around to face him with a question "Why?" the man just shook his head while his fellow comrades looks at you like you've just lost your head. "Why??.." John repeated before adding "Look around you.. something happened here and likely who or whatever it was could be still here." he said and you thought to yourself 'well, no shit!.. something happened, that's why I'm here.' then, Max asked him "What do you think it was?" but he just shrugged in reponse "Polar bear." Allen stated simply as you walked-off to search alone.

Your not sure how far you've walked or how long.. or even what you were looking for, perhaps some sort of clue on where Lex might be and if she's okay? Fidgeting with the locket that's around your neck, as you whispered to yourself and unaware that your being watched "Talk to me, Lex."

Scar Predator's P. O. V.

While his brothers watch the three male oomans, he decided to follow the oomani-di that wandered off alone.. curious of what the female was looking for and noticed, that she kept touching the gold thing hanging around her neck as the ooman spoke "Talk to me, Lex."

There's that name again.. she kept calling out 'Lex' or 'Alexa' who is this ooman?.. and who were they to - his thoughts were interrupted by a loud blood-curdling screech. Pauk!

°•☆°•☆°•☆•°Time Skip °•☆°•☆°•☆•°

You woke up in a strange room with a terrible headache and very little memory of what happened on how you got here, what did you remember?.. the last thing you remember was that you were looking for your sister and hearing a terrifying screech.. the rest is a blur.

Staring blankly up at the metal ceiling of the room while listening to the strange humming sound that was slightly comforting - wait, what?! Were you on some kind of ship??.. alerting you to jolt from your spot, the movement caused a shot of pain from your arm and causing you to scream out in agony and confusion, as you looked down to find your arm in some sort of weird cast thing. 'What the actual frick?' you thought as you shout out "What the fuck happened to my arm?!" asking no one in particular.

Scar Predator's P. O. V.

Once him and his brothers realized that they've missed at least five kiande amedha.. the oldest brother, Celtic took down two and the second oldest, Chopper took down one while he battled the other two. The oomani-di that he was stalking interfered by tricking one of the serpents he was fighting into chasing the unarmed ooman to lure the hard meat beast towards it's own bpi-de.

Impressed by the oomani-di's tactic strategy that he almost got distracted enough to get killed by the serpent, if the female ooman wouldn't have grabbed a metal stick and start banging it against a metal pole to capture the serpents attention. Which it did, the kiande amedha thrusts it's tail at the ooman but the female dodged the attack before it could impale the ooman's body with it's serrated toxic tip.. the female just wasn't quick enough to dodge the second time, when it whipped it's tail the ridges on top colliding with the ooman's shoulder blade. A roar erupted from his chest at the sight of the ooman getting flown across the snow by the impact, charging at the serpent before it could make another move.. after the serpent was defeated he stalked towards the ooman using his bio-helmet to do a scan check on the female, to find that the oomani-di is alive but unconscious with a dislocated shoulder and a sprained wrist from landing on it wrong.

Being mindful of his clawed-hands so he doesn't injure her even further, as he lifts the ooman up and carry the female to the ship to be treated with medical attention.. earning a few annoyed clicks from the Elite veteran about bringing a ooman on his ship but allow the medical treatment regardless, he hasn't left the female's side since then while his brothers share a knowing glance at each other. He almost trilled when the female ooman had awaken but refrained himself instead, as he remained cloaked sensing the ooman's mood changing from confusion and fear to pain and confusion as she shouts out "What the fuck happened to my arm?!" Sensing her discomfort he decided to drop his cloaking device while tilting his head to the side with a click in both confused and concern as he reveals himself 'does she not remember the serpents?' , 'does she have a concussion?' he thought.

°•☆°•☆°•☆•°Time Skip °•☆°•☆°•☆•°

Your not sure how long you've been on this ship the sling you were wearing when you first woke up being here was removed the next day but still needed time to recover along with your sprained wrist, meaning you couldn't lift anything heavy. The Yautja that you learned is the name of it's kind, that's been taking care of you and remained by your side during your recovery time.. you call him Scar due to the mark on his helmet since, you couldn't pronounce his real name.

The night that your memories of how you got injured came back Scar explained to you that those black serpents is what they called kiande amedha meaning hard meat, better known by your people their called Xenomorphs.. which was the same night Scar removed his helmet for the first time to show you what happened to your sister, he held you that night as you clinged to him crying over your sister's death by those Xenomorphs. Scar rubbed your back in soothing circles and purred the whole night as you fell asleep, not before hearing someone else enter the room some clicks were exchanged and a growl from Scar as he spoke "I will not leave her side, unless she wish it. This I vow."

Whenever Scar would go on hunts he would leave you under the care of his brothers, Celtic and Chopper until he returned with gifts for you.. most days the two of you would watch recordings together using his bio-helmet or even watch him train in the kehrite, sparring with his brothers cheering them on but your attention and affections were mainly towards Scar.

°•☆°•☆°•☆•°Time Skip°•☆°•☆°•☆•°

You were in the medbay getting a checkup on your shoulder to see if it was completely healed, Scar stood behind you with his clawed-hands settled on your waist while the Elite veteran and owner of the ship gently lifts up your arm before doing a scan using his bio-helmet. He stood at least seven inches taller than Scar, who's been purring the whole time during your checkup.. you've noticed that he's been getting handsy with you a lot lately, not that you don't mind.

You were attracted to Scar and likes it when he touched you, you loved how the way his hot scaled skin felt on you. You've yearned for him.. to be wanted and loved by him, to be in a intimate relationship with him. The clicking of tusks seems to brake you from your train of thoughts to find Wolf staring down at you with a glint of amusement in his eye then, placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze the two exchanged a few clicks before Wolf removed his hand and left the room.

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After Wolf left the room Scar lift you off of the cockpit helping you get down like he always does instead of placing your feet on the floor as usual, he settled with holding you like you were the most precious thing in the universe and started purring as he walked out of the medbay. Occasionally nuzzling your face and hair you could smell his dia-shui getting stronger, driving you crazy with need as he marks you with his h'dui'se moaning his name causing him to walk faster to his quarters while purring louder than before.

Once the two of you entered his room, Scar dropped you in a pile of pelted furs on his bed and immediately start undressing each other. Being mindful of his clawed-hands, the two of you explore each others bodies.. a new and exciting experience for the both of you, something that felt foreign and intoxicating but the good kind. That neither of you could get enough of acting like a couple of horny teenagers, as they grind and hump each other erotically.. purrs and growls erupts from Scar's throat, as little whimpers and moans of pleasure fall from your lips.

You looked down to get a quick glimpse of his thick shaft that's slipping out of his sheath, he's definitely bigger than anyone you had before and you couldn't wait to have him inside of you. Spreading out your legs with pleading eyes for him to take you, Scar trills at you as he leaned over your body and teases you with his cock while purring.. pulling a whine from you "Scar please, pauk me." begging with a moan, earning a purred-growl from him in reponse before pressing his head towards yours as he slowly ease himself inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back at the fullness of him and moaned, as he slowly rocks in and out of you then he quickly began to speed up, thrusting faster with fever turning you into a babbling, moaning mess.

Scar Predator's P. O. V.

I was planning on being gentle and going slow cause of our size difference but.. I'm getting lost in her, she's tight and...

PAUK! I look down to where were joined together, I was mesmerized on how well my oomani-di is taking me. CJIT! This feels good... so right and by the sounds she's making she feels the same way.

Speaking in both are languages "You look a'ket'anu- PAUK!.. the way you z'skuy-de on my cock- CJIT!.. as I ell-osde' pauk."

"Allow me to mount you, little dagger."he asked in a strained voice with clicks and you just nodded your head with a babble "please, sei-i.." earning another pleased trill from him, flipping you over on all fours before mounting you like an animal in-heat and you moaned out his actual name casuing him to stop in mid-thrust.

At first you thought that you had pronounced it wrong and offended him.. but it turned out you just shocked him, he let out an excited trill-purr and started pounding you into the pelted furs. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, snarls and growls of pleasure erupt from his chest that sent chills of pleasure through your body as you moan and cry out his name repeatedly.

Scar opened-up his mandibles and very slowly grazed the four pincere across your back before biting on the right side of your shoulder, marking his claim on you as he slams himself inside of you to the hilt filling you to the brim with his seed.. crying out your pleasure as you came milking his cock dry, grinding himself against you while humping your ass riding out both your highs.

"Now you have the n'dui'se..." Scar said while nuzzling his face against your neck "My h'dui'se..." he added licking where he bit you before rolling over on his back with you ontop of him, as he spoke "my sain'ja..." purring while you shower his chest with kisses "my oomani-di.. my mate."

Yautja Language - English Translation:

Ooman - human

Oomani-di - human woman

Pauk - fuck

kiande amedha - hard meat (Xenomorphs)

bpi-de - end

kehrite - training room/dojo

dia-shui - musk

h'dui'se - smell/scent/ordor/musk

cjit - shit

a'ket'anu - beautiful

z'skuy-de - convulsions/spasm

ell-osde'pauk - fuck you

n'dui'se - Yautja scent

sain'ja - warrior

#alexa woods #female! reader #scar! predator #triple yautja brothers #wolf! predator #scar! predator x female! reader #scar! predator oneshot #this i vow #my writing #my posts

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companionjones · 2 years

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John’s Sniggle

Pairing: John MacNamara x Sniggle!Reader

Fandoms: StarKid, Hatchetfield stories

Summary: John meets someone while in the Black and White that tries to help him get out.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Author’s Note: This takes place in a timeline where everything turns out fine in Hatchetfield. Reader uses they/them pronouns.

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In the end, General John MacNamara didn’t mind that he sacrificed himself for the President of the United States. President Howard Goodman wasn’t the sharpest star on the flag, but he and John were able to figure out the entity known as Wiggly’s plan to start World War III. President Goodman would head back to reality and work with PEIP to get the world back to something resembling peace.

MacNamara had also, during his limited time in the Black and White, gotten in contact with a young woman named Lex. Lex was then on the way to wake up the sleeping warrior and destroy Wiggly’s birth canal.

Everything would be alright. The world would be protected. John made peace with his death as he began to fully dematerialize.

“Not so fast,” a voice quietly cried.

John also wasn’t expecting a hand to grab hold of his. His eyes sprung open to see one of Wiggly’s servants, a Sniggle, holding his hand. He immediately pulled back, but the Sniggle’s grip was too tight. “Unhand me, you--”

The Sniggle brought a finger up to their lips. “Shh! Not so loud. I’m trying to help you.”

John sized up his possible accomplice. “...Impossible.”

“It is happening, though,” the Sniggle reasoned. “Wiggly’s evil. All my siblings are evil. I don’t want to be evil. Come on, will you trust me long enough for me to get you out of here?”

MacNamara thought about it for only a moment. “Well, seeing as you are offering me my only hope of survival at this juncture, I believe I have no choice but to trust you.”

The Sniggle shrugged, “That works for me. Now, we have to get past my siblings and Wiggly in order for you to get back through the portal. Your only rules are to do what I say, and not let go of my hand. If you let go of me, you will continue to quickly dematerialize. Understood?”

“Mx. Sniggle, you will find that I follow orders very well.” MacNamara saluted with his free hand, which also luckily happened to be his right.

The Sniggle and John took a walk through Drowsytown, until the Sniggle pulled John behind one of the clouds that was strewn all around the Black and White.

“There are some of my siblings,” explained the Sniggle, “We have to wait to keep moving until they fall asleep.”

John cocked an eyebrow. “So, we just sit here?”

The Sniggle scoffed. “Yeah. What did you think this was going to be? Running and explosions?”

“That’s what I was raised to think life was going to be like, yes,” noted John.

The Sniggle gave him a weird look. “Good to know I’m not the only one here with a traumatic childhood.”

John observed, “So, you did have a childhood. Fascinating. And you keep referring to the other Sniggles as your siblings. Does that mean Wiggly is--?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” the Sniggle finalized.

John shut up.

About half a minute went by before the Sniggle filled the silence. “When I said I didn’t want to talk about my family...I didn’t mean I didn’t want to talk about anything...”

“What would you like to talk about?” John inquired.

The Sniggle gulped, “What’s...the Blue like?”

John answered as if it were any other question. “Well, it’s certainly brighter. There are people where the Sniggle are here, and my world is run by love. Or, at least, that’s how I see it.”

“Explain,” the Sniggle urged.

John had no problem doing so. “A boy falls and scrapes his knee; his parent is there to pick him up, dust him off, and make it all better. A girl calls her best friend in the middle of the night about a suitor who has broken her heart; that best friend is knocking on her door within the hour with snacks and tissues in hand. A person finds themself in a precarious situation; a complete and total stranger puts their own needs aside just to help...Thank you, by the way.”

The Sniggle was flustered. They clearly weren’t expecting to receive thanks for their actions. “I had no idea there were so many different kinds of love. All I really know is the primal kind humans use to procreate.”

John was quick to correct, “But love isn’t necessarily involved in that. What you’re talking about is, say, two people seeing each other across the room, and rest of the world disappears. It’s each of those two people doing anything to make sure the other is safe and happy--Hmm.” He stopped suddenly. “Perhaps there is a chance at something more here--”

But the Sniggle wasn’t looking at John. Instead, their gaze was focused on the field of their sleeping brethren. “They’re asleep! Come on, We need to be very careful.”

Slowly, both of them made their way through the slew of sleeping Sniggles. At one point, John’s Sniggle made a false step and tripped. It looked as if they were going to fall on one of the slumbering Sniggles, but John caught them in a dip just in time.

The two stared at each other, shocked for a moment, before John set them back on their feet and did the gentlemanly thing and stepped away--right onto a sleeping Sniggle.

“Wha...? Wha-He-Hey! Get back here!” The Sniggle’s exclamations started waking up other Sniggles as well.

John’s Sniggle had already started pulling him along with their connected hands as the Sniggle urged, “Run!”

The two weaved their way through danger, then halted before their final enemy. The other Sniggles stopped as well out of respect and fear for their overlord.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Wiggly began menacingly. One of my Sniggles, trying to run away with one of my prisoners. Now doesn’t that sound crazy-wazy?”

“The portal’s closing!” John warned his Sniggle.

They replied, “We’re going to go straight through his legs. At the last second, you’re going to jump through the portal and go home.”

“And leave you here? I can’t--” he tried.

His Sniggle snapped, “I thought you were good at following orders?!”

“Is there something you two would like to share with the class?” Wiggly teased. “Or do you want help?!” Wiggly’s voice turned low-pitched and devilish on the last word, and suddenly all the other Sniggles were rushing John and his Sniggle.

John’s Sniggle ordered, “Go now!” and the two charged through Wiggly’s legs.

***

Your surroundings came to you in a haze. You looked around, and everything seemed different. There were metal chairs and tables and black walls and floors...

John was still there. He was putting a blanket on your naked body... Wait, that body was different. If you reached up...your antennae were gone too.

Realization washed over you. “Am I...human?” you asked in disbelief.

John, who was sitting next to you, answered with a nod.

“But...how? Sniggles can’t pass through the portal.”

“You were connected to me,” John explained. “It seems you became human when you crossed over to our side...Fascinating.”

One of the many other people in the room spoke up, addressing MacNamara, “Sir, the tests came back. You can let go. Nothing will happen to them.”

John finally unlaced your fingers, but his hand ghosted up your arm until he cupped your cheek. John kissed you.

“Why didn’t you let me go?” Once you parted from him, you asked about John’s jump through the portal.

He answered, “You never told me to.” John smiled, “It appears I follow ‘Simon Says’ rules when it comes to orders. If you want me to do something like that again, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

You laughed, but your mind couldn’t stop racing with the possibilities of your new life. “I don’t even have a name.”

After thinking for a moment, John admitted, “I’ve always liked the name Y/n.”

“Y/n. Y/n,” you tested the name on your tongue. “I like it, too. Yeah, I think Y/n will be my name.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

#john macnamara #john mcnamara #john macnamara x reader #john mcnamara x reader #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #black friday musical #starkid #hatchetfield #wiggly #john's sniggle #jeff blim #companion jones

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deanwinchesterswitch · 2 years

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September 2022

I'm happy to say that there is a long list this month, and it includes several fandoms. Despite how busy the month was, I had a lot of time to read while riding in the car.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

That Simple ~ @avanatural. Author's Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sherriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

~Crossovers~

After Hours (Two-shot) ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: They’re just outside of Helena, Montana, when they get pulled over. Dean knew that nothing good can come out of letting Y/N behind the wheels of his Baby. Little does he know that it’s probably the best thing that could happen to them in months. That good thing comes in the form of a tall, green-eyed Sheriff.

~MCU~

After ~ @wkemeup. Author's Summary: The morning after confessions and years of self-imposed unrequited love, you and Bucky are finally together. Happy. Until a woman from Bucky’s past shows up and threatens everything.

Dangerous Dance ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None

Would I Lie To You? ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: None (Mean!Steve x F!Hydra!Reader)

~RPF~

Last Night ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: The reader is in for a surprise when she finds out the guy from the bar last night shows up on stage at a convention…

Sexiest Bedroom Scene Ever ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N is determined to make Jensen get some sleep, even if other ideas keep popping into her head. And his.

Showing You Off ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: A casual zoom call with his buddy is the perfect place for Jeff to show you off…

~The Sandman~

Mystical Tales ~ @lex-the-flex. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Morpheus x reader)

No Title ~ @dreaming-about-fanfictions. Author's Summary: None (Drabble) (Morpheus x sick!reader)

No Title ~ @full-time-make-believer. Author's Summary: None (Morpheus x fae!wife)

~Supernatural~

Breathe Free Part One ~ @trektraveler. Author's Summary: You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much! Dean knew that, he also knew better. He’d seen you sick plenty of times in the past five years, but this was different. This was much more than a cold, but you were so stubborn about doctors! Dean Winchester isn’t about to let you slip away, even if it means going against your wishes. He only hopes he’s not too late!

Breathe Free Part Two ~ @trektraveler. Author's Summary: You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much! Dean knew that, he also knew better. He’d seen you sick plenty of times in the past five years, but this was different. This was much more than a cold, but you were so stubborn about doctors! Dean Winchester isn’t about to let you slip away, even if it means going against your wishes. He only hopes he’s not too late!

Could Have Been Me ~ @just-another-busy-fangirl. Author's Summary: TFW finally figures out how to defeat Lucifer, once and for all. It doesn’t end well.

Her Protector ~ @deanwanddamons. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean decide to have an evening watching horror films.

Impossible Choice ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x reader)

In a Million Memories Chapter Four: Salvation ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: 15 years ago...

In a Million Memories Chapter Five: Cosmic Love ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: a glimpse of Dean's life in Rochester. But what are his dreams and the songs trying to tell him...?

In a Million Memories Chapter Six: The Wreck of Our Hearts ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: Dean dreams more dreams he can't remember and stumbles closer to... something.

In A Million Memories Chapter Seven: I Made a Lovers Prayer ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: Dean deals with a rainy day at the fire station, and ponders everything that's been happening.

Just A Stomach Bug ~ @avanatural. Author's Summary: Y/N, Dean’s girlfriend, suffers from a stomach bug. Dean suspects that she could be pregnant. Suddenly, he finds himself confronted with the idea of starting a family. Is he going to be a dad?

Midnight Things ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Some things can only be dealt with in the middle of the night.

Radio Lust ~ @cryptke. Author's Summary: surprise impala sex fic with dean

To Be Her Hero ~ @talesmaniac89. Author's Summary: Dean can’t fight the demons in his girlfriend’s mind. But he can still be there for her, comforting her.

~The Boys~

Good Girl ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Soldier Boy needs to blow off some steam upon his return to the right side of the pond.

Old Habits ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Butcher and Hughie have a stellar idea to get Soldier Boy to keep up his end of the deal. It goes to hell pretty fast.

~Top Gun: Maverick~

All Or Nothing Part 2-Plus One ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Keeping your promises to Jake may prove to be more challenging when a joyous occasion takes an unexpected turn.

All Or Nothing Part 3-Hand On You ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The fallout begins as the events of the previous night are revealed.

All Or Nothing Part 4-Broken Promises ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The broken promises have a devastating effect, causing painful decisions.

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #fic recs #dw's witch reads #september 2022 #100322

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hergan416 · 10 months

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Fic Authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics works that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Funnily enough, I was responding to this from an anon when I got this. I finished posting the first answer, and saw it right back in my inbox lolol

So I guess I'll choose 5 more?

(For anyone interested: my previous response). That is ... a better list of responses tbh. I don't have that many palatable fics to rec.

So...This is list is going to be the more self-indulgent of the two. The vast majority of the fics on this list are going to be "because I wanted to" fics.

I'm going to start with the fic that I wrote when I discovered and jumped on the katamar bandwagon. I considered this my best One Piece fic for a while until I wrote Lex Talionis from the other rec list. I think I would rather re-read @touchmycoat's old katamar stories than my own most days, but I still really am quite fond of Help Me Doctor (I Have Sinned). Joining the OP fandom and especially exploring katamar content was honestly really important in my fandom journey, even if I didn't stick with it for that long comparatively. Contains graphically violent, explicit sexual content.

I am also going to add another One Piece fic to this list. Doctor's Orders was my first x reader fic and honestly one I come back to a lot. Devil fruit powers make omorashi even better, and Law is hot as heck. If this is my list of self-indulgence... well. I cannot imagine a more self-indulgent fic. Contains graphic sexual content, water sports/wetting/omorashi.

"I cannot imagine a more self-indulgent fic" this isn't exactly true. Seek and Ye Shall Find was pretty self-indulgent, and isn't even explicit! This was my Yu-Gi-Oh/One Piece crossover fic whose goal was a conversation that I sort of... fucked up by making the characters meant to converse into immediate enemies. I got too far away from the barely-existent plan I had for myself, then lost interest in writing it altogether... so it sits in unfinished glory. I'd love to come back to this someday, if only to read what I come up with to resolve and end it.

I think my best yuumori fic is probably Malafide (which I literally forget exists all the time because I just... don't think about myself as writing sherliam and so it gets tucked in some dusty part of my brain until someone comments on it or I go through all my fics and see it.) And I wrote it set in New York, before reading that part of the manga. Sherlock's characterization especially is probably a good portion ACD Holmes instead just because I was reading/exploring that in the absence of legally available yuumori chapters. Regardless, I like the emotional beats for the story, I feel like it says something beyond simple self-indulgence. It instead belongs to the self-indulgence rec list because I put too much of me in it, much like Basil Hallward's painting. Contains descriptions of drug use & self-harm.

I'm going to finalize this list with something old. Big Sausage Pizza is just a short Yu-Gi-Oh! one shot I wrote while enjoying the power to put Explicit things on the internet via AO3. It's one of the first things I posted to my account, and ngl I think the reason I still rec it has to do with my fiance's reaction to it when I showed it to him. I think I wouldn't hold it in such high estimation if I hadn't seen it resonate with someone. I guess I imagined what not-straight straight guys do as teenagers pretty accurately 😅. Contains explicit sexual content involving teenagers.

#ask asnwered #seeingteacupsindragons #thank you!#i... well at least /this/ list doesn't have any incest?#i am Not Normal TM #my writing

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entitled-fangirl · 5 months

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Breakfast is ready.

Felix Catton x reader

Summary: The reader feels sick, but Felix is going to make sure she eats breakfast.

Words: 968

Warnings: sickness, cursing

Author's note: This is kind of from an ask but I made it just about breakfast!

Masterlist

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She woke up to the blinds being opened by the maid, "Breakfast is ready."

She let out a soft groan, sitting up and stretching her arms out. Her hair was a mess, her clothes frumpeld. She looked over to see that Felix's side of the bed was empty and quite cold. He had been out for a while, and she couldn't possibly guess why he would leave her.

She pushed herself to the edge of the bed, standing onto her feet. Her head hurt, perhaps her body becoming ill, but there was no skipping breakfast. Her legs shivered, her now realizing she is only in Felix's shirt and her underwear.

Running to the dresser, she pulls a pair of slacks. Pulling them on quickly, she throws a jumper over Felix's shirt. She tames her hair just enough to look presentable. But she takes an extra minute in the mirror, looking at the bags under her eyes. How late had they stayed up?

Throwing on a pair of socks to keep her feet warm, she quickly goes downstairs to breakfast.

Entering the dining room, she's greeted with quiet, "Morning"s. Her eyes immediately scan the table, seeing Felix look up at her too. A bright smile comes across his face at the sight of her sleepy form.

She quickly moves to sit next to him. As she sits down, she feels Felix's hand rest on her back, "You alright, angel?" He asks in a low tone.

"I… yeah. I just don't know why you didn't wake me up this morning." Her hand reaches up to her head as the headache comes back.

He lets out a soft laugh, whispering in her ear, "Well, I figured you deserve as much beauty sleep as I could give you. Seemed to work. I mean, look at you this morning. Taking my fuckin breathe away."

A smile graced her face as her cheek turned a shade of pink.

Duncan entered, "Goodmorning. How would you like your eggs?"

She grimaced, her voice coming out still quiet and hoarse from her sleep, "I'm fine, Duncan. I'm not that hung-"

"-She'll have them over easy. Thanks."

Duncan leaves with a nod.

She turned to Felix, "Why did you do that?"

He shrugs, his arm going over the back of her chair, "You need to eat."

She gives a slight pout, "I can't… my head hurts too bad."

His eyebrows furrow, "Did you sleep alright?"

She nods, "I slept fine, Lex."

He doesn't take that for an answer.

"Listen, angel. You think you're getting sick?"

"No. No. I'm alright."

He nods, deciding not to fight about it at the table. A silence ensues for a while before he decides to break it again. "Oh, angel. We were talking about the Shelley biography."

Venetia jumped in, "yeah. Do you know the story about Shelley's doppelgänger?"

She shook her head, stopping once she remembered the headache.

Felix got up from the table, going to the side table.

Venetia continued, "Shelley's housekeeper was cleaning one of the rooms when Shelley walked past the window and waved at her. So, she waved back before she realized that Shelley was in Italy…"

Felix had returned to the table, gently setting the now made plate in front of his angel for her to eat. She looked at him with a slightly disagreeing look, but knew not to fight about it at the table.

"…And she was on the top floor of the house…"

Felix grimaced at Venetia's story, his hands moving over his girl's ears to keep her from hearing it. If it would freak him out, he knew she shouldn't hear it, "Oh, Vee. Stop, stop, stop. I won't sleep."

But she continued, "…a few hours later, he drowned."

Elspeth gasped, "oh. Oh, that's just given me goosebumps."

Felix took his hands back, considering it safe for his girl to listen again.

Farleigh stared at the paper in front of him, his voice strong and uncaring, "I heard he fucked his sister."

Sir James finally spoke up, "Oh, for God's sake!"

Felix turned, "Jesus, Farleigh…"

Oliver quipped up, "I think that was Byron."

The table went quiet, as if everyone had forgotten that Oliver was there. That quickly turned to small chatter between the adults.

Farleigh looked disgusted but Felix held an amused smile on his face, turning to her to see she had a matching one. He then pointed at her plate, as if telling her to eat it. About that time, Duncan brought out her eggs, setting it next to her other full plate. She let out a sigh, staring at the food.

Elspeth was brought out of her talk hearing the girl's sigh. "Oh, darling. Is everything alright?"

Her eyes snapped up, her mouth opening to answer, but Felix beat her to it, "she's not feeling well, that's all."

The mother nodded, "Oh, I see. Nasty sickness going around this time of year. Take your time today, darling."

She nodded gratefully, turning back to her plate. The chattering continued and she continued to stare at the plate. Eventually, Felix brushed her arm lightly with his, his voice soft again, "Is something wrong, angel? You really must eat."

She simply stared at the eggs, feeling herself get sick just staring at them. Felix noticed it, immediately moving the plate away, "Duncan. Could I actually get some eggs just… scrambled?"

"Felix, stop."

"No. I want you to be able to eat what's in front of you. Duncan?"

Duncan nodded, taking the plate away quickly.

She turns to see everyone staring at them. She mutters a quiet, "I'm sorry."

Felix sighs, "Don't be, angel." He kissed the top of her head as she stared at the table in embarrassment.

Breakfast continued, Felix's arm around the back of her chair the entire time.

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#fanfiction #felix catton #felix catton imagine #felix catton x reader #felix catton x you #jacob elordi imagine #jacob elordi x reader #saltburn fanfiction #saltburn 2023 #saltburn #saltburn movie #felix catton fanfic #felix

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planetflos · 2 years

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✿ 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈! | 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍 (𝖾𝗎𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺) ̥*ೃ♡𓏲

synopsis ⇨ reality becomes altered when you realize your boyfriend is slowly falling out of love with you.

parings ⇨ elliot x fem!reader.

warnings ⇨ ANGST! i’m not gonna lie, i got a bit too emotionally involved writing this. swearing, consumption of alcohol, jules being a homewrecker, elliot being his usual self, and hints towards cheating.

authors note ⇨ in honor of me hitting 200, i decided to write an actual fic! stepping out of my headcanon comfort zone, this was obviously inspired by the steve lacy song, infrunami. i’m thinking about turning this into a series, let me know what you think in the comments ♡.

when we’re in love, we tend to be blind.

seeing what we want to see, hearing what we want to hear. at the end of the day, we can only blame ourselves for everlasting hurt and pain we experience. the shame and pity our hearts fill up with when the hindsight comes crashing in.

you should’ve listened to him, the day you told him you were in love with him. you read his body language like a poem, turning all the wrongs to rights in that moment. you two were sitting in the back of library, backs leaned against a shelf of books neither of you care to pick up and read.

“i don’t think i’d be the best boyfriend for you,” he said quietly, staring at the designs on the carpet. “i don’t want things to go bad between us. i don’t wanna ruin you.”

you ever wanted to be with someone so bad? that you’d literally do anything for them no matter the costs and consequences? that was you in this very moment. your ears heard him loud and clear, but your heart ignored. you turned every red flag into a green one, warning sirens seemed to sound a lot like wedding bells to you. he showed you who he was upfront and you continued to paint totally different version of him in your head. picasso praised, but van gogh did not.

but here you are, watching your boyfriend dance with another girl in front of you at some unknown rapper’s party in los angeles. your friends dragged you along and you just so happened to bump into him, after not being able to reach him all day.

you watch them like a hawk, but your gaze keeps falling on him. watching his smile get bigger and bigger as he watches the tall blonde girl let loose in front of him. the loose strands of hair she has hanging down from her mini space buns sway back and forth with every movement. as much as you want be angry, you just can’t find the rage within yourself. she’s drop dead gorgeous, who wouldn’t bolt away and dance with her?

but you can’t help but to think, that should be me dancing with him, not her. he hasn’t said a word since you bumped into him other than ‘hi’ and ‘you look cute’. almost like he was looking for an excuse to keep his interactions with you short.

“hey stranger! where have you been all my life?” a familiar voice chirps over the loud music, snapping you out of your depressing thoughts. you look to your side and see lexi, one of your good friends, stumbling her way over the kitchen island, where you remain seated on one of the bar stools.

“lex? are you drunk?” you eye the klutzy girl carefully. you watch as she nearly falls over from laughter. she lazily plops herself onto your lap and laughs again.

“i think so,” lexi hiccups. “you know i’m not much of a drinker but god, cherry coke with vodka and ice is so good. you should try it.” you take another look at your far from sober friend; her once neat and slick high pony tail was now hanging by her neck. her classic red lipstick seemed to be everywhere but her lips, and one of her falsies somehow ended up tangled up in her necklace. but even as a drunken mess she still manages to look effortlessly stunning.

“yeah, i’ll definitely give that a try.” you mumbles as you lift your head above hers to see if your boyfriend is still dancing with the girl—and sure enough he is. part of you wishes that you would’ve just stayed in bed today, rewatching everything on your netflix’s recommendation list while being curled up next to a nice cup of coffee and and a box of godiva chocolates.

lexi fixes herself into a more comfortable position on your lap and starts rambling about some sort of drama that happened in the girl’s locker room the other day but you can’t seem to focus. you miss your boyfriend, even though he’s in the same room as you. the more you watch him have the time of his life without you, the more this empty, longing feeling fills the core of your chest. you want to get up and go over there, but what would be the point?

“hey…isn’t that your boyfriend? his name is elliot, right?” lexi asks, her eyes following yours. “and—jules? jules is back in town? i thought she wasn’t coming back!” the brunette hastily slips off your lap and digs in her back pocket, assumingely looking for her phone. “this is, like, the second time she’s done this. sheleave for six months, swears she’s not coming back, and then what—? she fucking comes back. shit, i gotta text rue.”

“wait, wait, lexi slow down.” you say trying to make sense of the drunken girl’s slurred words. “who’s jules, and why does she keep coming back—wait, how do you and rue know her?”

and what’s the story between her and elliot? you want to ask. you’re not stupid. you know they had to have some kind of history together especially after the way he quickly left you when he saw her in the crowd.

“i-uh-she’s uhhh,” the girl aggressively bangs the palm of her hand against her head, trying to get the works out. “she’s rue’s, she was with rue i think. they stopped and—fuck i need another drink! yn, you want anything?”

eyebrows furrowed, you shake your head in disapproval. “i think i’m good, lex. you get back over there with rue and them, okay?” she nods her head and mumbles something underneath her breath that you can’t quite make out, especially over the loud music playing. you’re not mad at her for not spilling the juice on the mystery girl called jules, but you do wish she talked longer. you’ve never seen lexi is such a boggled state—she was right, she isn’t that much of a drinker. and clearly, she’s knows something you don’t.

jules may be a stranger to you, but not to your friends, even though you haven’t known them for the longest of time. and she’s not a stranger to elliot, at all. that’s clear as day.

eventually, another hour rolls by. elliot and jules had finished up their little dance party and headed over towards the ping pong table to join some drunk college boys in a game of beer pong. you feel like your existence to him was completely unacknowledged tonight.

on the other side of the room, you peep lexi sitting on fezco’s lap giggling her heart out with a cup in her hand. rue, maddy, and a few other people are sitting near them talking and laughing about something. everyone seems to be having the time of their lives and you’re here—sitting by yourself, alone, overthinking, and miserable. you really do want to join your friends, but…you can’t. and you’re not sure why.

you figure that you’re ready to go home. and that getting out of bed today was mistake.

you dig in your mini purse for your phone. you put in your passcode and search for what feels like forever, until you find rue’s name in your contacts list.

hey rue, i’m gonna head home <33 feeling a bit tired & i just remembered that i went past my curfew time. don’t want my parents killing me now would we? lolllll

after you send your text message to rue, you make your way for the exit, pushing through the crowds of bodies that hold unknown faces and names. you do feel bad about leaving unexpectedly but at the same time, you didn’t want to damper anyone’s good spirits.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the fresh night time air hits your face as you leave the party house. you can’t stop thinking about elliot and the look of pure happiness on his face. the look of happiness that didn’t come from you. what were you doing wrong?

the visual of a bus stop catches your eye at the end of the street and without thinking, you make your way over and plop down one of the empty seats. you weren’t exactly lying in the message you sent to rue—you did go over your curfew time only because you sneaked out. your parents would indeed kill you, give or take.

a bus eventually approaches and you’re not even in the right mind state to see if it’s the one you actually need to take. you feverishly dig into you purse, hoping that the last bit of change you have left would be enough to get you home round trip.

🏷♡: @luversgirl @elliotsblunt @rileybinaa @fairyverse @taniie @mrdockluvr @tearrsly @tinytulip @novxturient.

#elliot x reader #elliot x yn #elliot x fem!reader #elliot euphoria #euphoria #dominic fike #elliot imagines

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fallingforfictionalmen · 2 years

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March Favs

here's my favorite fics i read in march!! ** indicates smut, but if the work says 18+ regardless of sexual content pls respect the author these are all (character) x fem!reader or (character) x gn!reader

Charles Xavier (X-Men)

Utterly In Euphoria - @iguana-eyanna

Matt Murdock (Marvel)

**(untitled head canon)** - @galaxysgal

**untitled smut** - @pleasedin

**tell me again.** - @clints-lucky-arrow

Swear - @darling-i-read-it

Lingering - @someplace-darker

Soulmark - @dyns33

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

voicemails - @lovelybarnes

Dropped Pens and Bee Stings - @foreverindreamlandd

Mended Fragments - @ ꜛ

I'm Here - @ ꜛ

Beach Day - @ ꜛ

Need more of that blue in my life - @ ꜛ

Under Pressure - @banditthewriter

**untitled smut** - @gagmebucky

Peter 1 (MCU)

sleepless nights - @justauthoring

**The Heat** - @almostrealdudes

**Cockwarming** - @peterparkerspooderman

JJ Maybank (OBX)

**wrestle** - @jjs-bitch

Connor (D:BH)

Mistaken - @inkinflux

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Waking Up From Hibernation Sickness - @lex-the-flex

Fav Works I Wrote

(little self promo - read them if you want @xoxoavenger)

Spider-Man - Peter 1

Never Again - Bucky Barnes

Control - Loki

Mistletoe - Jack Thompson

We Made It - Matt Murdock

Stubborn - Liam Dunbar

Tiffany's - Tom Holland

Oscars - Tom Holland

Catch - Andrew Garfield

#charles xavier x reader #matt murdock x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #jj maybank x reader #connor rk800 x reader #luke skywalker x reader #fic recs #fic recs: march

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iliumheightnights · 3 years

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His Protector | Clark Kent x Male Reader

Fandom: DC Pairing: Clark Kent x Mage!Male Reader Summary: Clark is used to protecting and saving people. But who's there to protect and save Superman?

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Clark was immune to many things. I mean he was shot countless times and all that happened was the bullets bouncing off of him. However, Clark wasn’t immune to EVERYTHING. There WERE a few things that could hurt him.

Magic and Kryptonite.

And Clark was now around magic pretty much every day now. I mean, when your husband is the human embodiment of magic, yeah you’re going to be around it. But luckily, M/n didn’t want to actually harm him with his magic...even if there were times when he did haha.

However, there WERE people out there that wanted to harm Clark. Enemies of superman who would do anything to end him. And every now and then, one of those enemies gets their hands on Kryptonite.

Now Kryptonite comes in MANY varieties. Green, Yellow, Red, all of them. The Green Kryptonite was the most common one Clark has ran across. Now that one just weakened him. He also ran across Red more and more often, now that one was a bit more strange. One time it turned him into a baby, one time it shrunk him, and so many other things. He was always cautious around Red Kryptonite...not that he wasn’t already.

There was always a threat when he went out on missions he’d run into some sort of Kryptonite.

Today was no different.

There had been a large break-in at one of the labs in Metropolis. He had flown there the moment he heard about it. It was a mess when he got there. The lab’s security was fighting the invaders. Clark only shook his head before zooming in. He made short work of the robbers. “Sir! A team of them with their leader headed deeper into the lab!” One of the security guards said. “Not to worry. I shall deal with them. Please stay here with these hooligans until more authorities arrive.” The guard nodded and Clark rushed deeper in.

On his way he received a call from M/n. “Sorry love, it’s kind of a bad time.” Clark said into the magical communicator. He heard M/n laugh. “When is it not? Need backup?” Clark smiled at his husband’s offer but shook his head. “No. No, I got this. Just stay safe for me.” He heard M/n’s sigh through the communicator. “Fine. But you also stay safe please?” Clark smirked. “I always am. I’m superman.”

With that, Clark continued down deeper and deeper into the lab. He fought some of the forces that were left behind to slow him down. They, in fact, did not slow him down. Clark was able to quickly disengage them and continue on. Eventually, he reached a large room, it seemed like perhaps it was the lab’s core.

There was a large catwalk to a platform in the center. On the platform was a large crystal pulsing this wave of energy into conductors. Standing before it was none other than Lex Luthor. The man turned around and sent a wicked smile Clark’s way. “Ah Superman! I was wondering when you’d show up!”

“Luthor! You’re supposed to be in prison!”

“Supposed to be, but obviously not. You seem to forget I have some very powerful friends.” Luthor said extending his hands out. Clark only glared at him, anger growing. “Your friends won’t be so powerful when I find them.”

Luthor smiled but turned back to the crystal. “Do you know what this is Superman? An old friend of ours really...just a new color.” Clark took a closer look and that’s when he recognized it. Kryptonite. It wasn’t green like normal...it was gold. “This my dear friend is Gold Kryptonite, it will drain you of your powers and unlike the other one...you’ll never get them back.”

Clark let out a growl and prepared to fly towards Luthor, but the man only laughed. “Bye-bye Superman!” Luthor pressed a button and a beam shot out of the Crystal towards Clark. Before it could hit him, however, a large bubble of energy appeared around Clark.

“I DID say be careful right?”

Clark turned around and saw M/n standing there with his powers glowing. Clark let out a sigh of relief and smiled at his husband. “You honestly have no idea how happy I am to see you right now.” M/n smirked and walked in front of Clark. “I know. I’m good. Now, let’s get Luthor back to prison huh?”

“My pleasure. Can you-?” Clark motioned to the Kryptonite.

“Already on it.” M/n said before using his magic on the Kryptonite. With the wave of his hand, the Kryptonite shattered into tiny pieces and disintegrated so none of it would hurt Clark. As soon as the Kryptonite was taken care of Clark zoomed after Luthor. The man must have thought his plan was foolproof because he had no backup plan. No guards. No escape. It was over in pretty much an instant.

Luthor and his thugs were arrested and sent to an even heavier prison afterward. Before anyone could notice or talk to them, Clark flew M/n away from the scene. As they flew in the air, Clark kissed him. “Thank you for showing up. I didn’t know if I was going to make it out of that one.” M/n smiled and ran his hand down Clark’s face. “Of course. We protect each other.”

Clark’s smile widened hearing that. “Always.” With that, both husbands flew off into the sunset.

#dc #clark kent #clark kent x male reader #clark kent x male!reader #clark kent x reader #superman #superman x male reader #superman x male!reader #superman x reader #x male reader #x male!reader

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hyuckshaze · 3 years

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zoom shenanigans - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌1.6k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call.

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear.

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’.

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.”

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Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

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MESSAGES

Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear!

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Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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Tech – Thank you For Loving Me 13 - Hope

Tech x Fem!Reader FF

Warnings: Slightly suggestive moment (?) Aside from that, none. (yet)/ A little Fluff

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Author's Comment:

Finally, reader and Tech are going to get their own place/ship

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What Happened Before:

Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Tech was completely happy. He wasn't the kind to rejoice and dance, but you knew him well and you knew, just by the look in his eyes, that he was as excited as a little kid on lifeday morning.

Tatooine was terribly hot and dry. And you didn't like the clientele that walked around the little settlement where you landed.

"Have you locked and secured the Marauder?" you asked nervously.

Tech smiled at you.

"Of course Cyare. Don't worry about it."

"This settlement is pretty run down," you muttered with a critical look at the worn down buildings and ships lined up here.

"Mesh'la, why don't you focus on the enjoyable thing we're here for, we'll soon have our own private quarters without having to leave the Squad," Tech said a little reprovingly but still with a soft smile on his lips.

You laughed gently, "You don't have the slightest idea how much I'm looking forward to snuggling up to you at night and doing naughty things to you."

Tech's ears flushed red and he smiled timidly.

"I'm looking forward to that too," he admitted shyly.

When he saw the look you gave your surroundings he spoke softly, "Cyare, you don't have to worry, you are safe with me. I'll take care of you."

You smirked and asked, "And who will watch over you?"

Tech shook his head in amusement and explained, "This area is not as hostile as it seems at first glance. I did my research beforehand, of course. The people here are junk collectors and nomads, poor people, but not criminals. In fact, the crime rate among these people is lower than in the cities on this planet"

"Alright" you said with a sigh "I trust your judgment".

Tech nodded with satisfaction and led you on, to a place a bit away from the buildings, where some shuttles lined up that had seen better days.

"One of those will be ours," he said, pointing to the ships.

"That looks like a lot of work," you remarked critically

"That's true. However, the result is worth the work, don't you think?"

You smiled and said, "Absolutely."

Among the shuttles and some other junk, like damaged droids, a young man walked around, a Twi'lek. His skin was red like a signal color, his eyes were the color of amber or honey. He wore a flight suit and rough boots. When he spotted the two of you, he strode briskly toward you, baring his snow-white, sharp teeth with a smile.

"Welcome!" he exclaimed in herby accented Basic "My name is Lex Seklaru. This is my humble junkyard. Looking for anything in particular?"

You were surprised to be greeted at a junkyard like a customer in an upscale store. You smiled friendly but in your mind you remained critical, you hoped that Tech would not be wrapped around a finger, because he had the habit of being a little too gullible. When in doubt, you would intervene, you were nowhere near as gullible as Tech.

"Indeed" you heard Tech say kindly "We are looking for a shuttle, my brother has contacted you".

The Twi'lek clapped his hands together "You are Echo's brother?"

Tech nodded.

Lex laughed cheerfully and his entire demeanor changed. He suddenly seemed far less pretentious and much more relaxed.

He swiftly slapped Tech on the shoulder, who let it happen, somewhat taken aback.

"Looks like Echo has at least one friend in every corner of the galaxy," you said, amused.

"Echo is a good man, helped me out, along with his brother, Wrecker I think his name is" Lex said "We just ran into each other, but instead of ignoring that I was in need like everyone else did, Echo and his brother helped me out when the Hutts tried to sell me to the Zygarrians".

Your brows moved upward.

"Slave trading... a disgusting business," you muttered.

"You can say that out loud" Lex laughed "How is Echo? Is he really doing well? For him and his brothers, the fall of the Republic has been a hard lot. Once there were millions of you, now there aren't even a hundred. The Empire has eliminated most of the clones... most of the clones, at least the ones who didn't follow willingly, the rest they used as cannon fodder. Every now and then I come across one, mostly in disguise, often run down and lonely. The history of the clones is definitely a bizarre one. Most of them don't even know how to exist without the war."

The conversation had very quickly taken a dark turn and the truth of his words hit you to the core. Clone Force 99 was an exception, traveled as a group, survived as a family. Then there was Rex, Gregor and Wolffee. But otherwise you knew of no survivors. The image of lost clones stranded in places like this came to you.

You swallowed the lump you had in your throat and said, "Tech, darling," and reached for his arm, you could see from his face that he, too, had drifted for a moment into darker thoughts.

He blinked, looked at you and smiled in relief, as if you had just made him realize again that he was not one of those lost souls, that you would never let him be.

"We are unfortunately overly aware of the tragedy," he said matter-of-factly and then remarked "Echo is doing very well, we are several brothers, traveling together, caring for each other."

Lex smiled and this time it seemed genuine.

"I'm very glad to hear that"

He finally made a gesture with his hand encompassing his scrap.

"So? A shuttle is what you wanted, isn't it? Well, let's go see what I've got sitting around here"

Lex showed you around his little junkyard. There was one shuttle that came into question, a Kappa-class shuttle, from Republic times. As you walked through the shuttle, you realized how much potential there was in this shuttle. There were multiple compartments, you could put in a kitchen, a bedroom. There were two refreshers and a cargo hold. It even had armament, not as good as the Marauder, but still.

Your eyes met Tech's and you knew he wanted this shuttle as much as you did. There was a lot of work to be done, including installing a hyperdrive and making the modifications for a kitchen and bedroom, but it would definitely be worth the effort. But there was something else that gave you pause.

"The shuttle is bigger than the Marauder. Could that be a problem?" you asked Tech.

"No, with the appropriate modifiactions, nothing is a problem at all," he replied with conviction and a satisfied smile.

Turning to Lex, he said, "We would be interested in this shuttle. How much do you want for it?"

Lex shrugged his shoulders.

"It's in good condition, but not perfect".

After a moment of silent thought, Lex quoted you a price that was less than half of what you had planned to spend. That meant you had a good amount of money left for the first modifications.

Lex laughed when he saw your faces and said: "Normally I wouldn't give it away so cheap, but I owe Echo. As I guess you need a hyperspace capable ship, if you add another 1500 credits I'll put a hyperspace drive on it, it's broken but repairable."

You grinned at Tech and nodded at him as he looked at you questioningly.

"We appreciate your courtesy. I think we have a deal," Tech said happily, extending his hand to the Twi'lek.

Kappa Shuttle:

Exterior Interior

Tech actually let you fly the Marauder. You knew how to pilot a shuttle, including the Marauder, yet you were nervous. Tech had the hyperdrive installed and repaired, within a day, so you could take the Kappa shuttle back to Odd Mantel. The rest of the modifications like linking both ships would take longer and had to wait until you had all the parts for it, so you had to fly separately in both ships.

The flight went smoothly and you landed both ships near Cid's bar. You were beaming all over as you opened the ramp of the Marauder and ran out into the open. Hunter approached you. His eyes wandered to the Kappa shuttle.

"Not bad," he said.

"It still needs a lot of work, but we finally have a place to ourselves without having to go to a hotel," you said with a grin.

Hunter laughed, "Tech will make anything you want out of it, you realize that right?"

You laughed as well and said, "I know, I love that man."

Hunter smiled, in his face a warmth not seen too often.

"He loves you too, you two were made for each other".

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Tech, who joined you from the Kappa shuttle.

"About you and the new shuttle," you said honestly.

"It's going to be our new home, Cyare, you'll see," he said enthusiastically.

Hunter chuckled, "Told you so."

Crosshair, Echo and Wrecker joined in. All were quite impressed, although Crosshair once again didn't let on what he was thinking.

With a meaningful smile you said to Tech, "It's not converted yet, but there are bunks on the shuttle. I would suggest we spend the nights in our new shuttle from now on."

Tech blushed and blinked as if his brain was rebooting.

"Um, that's a good idea Mesh'la" he spoke a little breathlessly.

Hunter chuckled, "Lucky bastard."

"Do you have a name for your shuttle yet?" asked Echo curiously.

Tech and you looked at each other with a smile.

Tech replied, "Yes we have agreed on a name".

"That name being?" asked Wrecker.

After talking to Lex about the fate of the clones, which had been on both of your minds, and realizing how lucky in misfortune Clone Force 99 had been, you had come up with a suitable name.

You answered with a satisfied smile, "Hope."

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