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▪︎■☆ Worship⛧🩸 ☆■▪︎

(Part 1.)

☆ 🔞!!VIOLENT AND VULGAR!!🔞

☆ cult!Miguel ohara / forrest monster/cryptid! Reader

☆ a little gift for @miguel-owhora !!

☆ violence is written in this work of FICTION. Things such as infant deaths or death in genera

☆ Hi!!! So I'm sorry for not writing as much but I've been verrrryyyy very busy‼️ (laughs and throws myself off a cliff) any who! Enjoy this little thingy!! I'm still in love with dad's cryptid AU after all this time 💕

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Blood. Metal rust. And other animalistic things that would have a normal camper running for their lives. Then dying. Not out of some beast or an accident. But out of exhaustion. Limbs failing. Eaten away by the very grass of the ground only to be picked up by another predator.

Any normal person would run away. Any normal person would have thought twice before doing something stupid in uncharted woods.

Miguel was different. He was a cunning man. Frighteningly intelligent. Charming and observant and curious. Leave him in the woods with nothing and he's already built a somewhat stable community, sheltered and protected by... something out there. Something unexplainable. Something... you.

This was your forest. From the very beginning. Your memory is hazy of how your form, reeking of the more purer forms of mother nature herself, birthed upon the world to reek order. Not havoc. Not peace. Just a simple balance that you maintained for centuries.

You followed nobody. You didn't need to. And you killed if necessary. Or if you simply wanted. You had free will. Unbound by anything. Literally. Not even any mental constraints could keep you from moving through the night unexpected. Unlike any kind of animal the the world has ever witnessed.

Miguel was a different man. When he came into your forests, the winds tasted like he or his sheep didn't deserve to die. Unlike every other settler or founder who decided to try to poison your grounds.

You let him be. His little village growing with the so called refugees he gathered. Creating houses with the trees surrounding the area.

Surprisingly, they weren't greedy. They didn't chop down every tree they laid their human hands on. Because Miguel didn't allow them to. And you were greatful for that. But you paid no mind to his existence. Other than killing of unwanted organisms. But Miguel, or his sheep never dare trek past the space you let them in. And if they did, they didn't make a mess of their tracks.

Respectfully respecting the environment. Respectfully Respecting you.

Time went on and you continued to observe Miguel and his little underlings carefully. Usually under the darkness of the night. They seemed obedient to Miguel. You could smell a mixture of fear and adoration, and that drew you closer to him. After all, this was your domain. And you had the right to dive deeper into the minds of these obedient critters worshipping you in a way.

One day, Miguel comes along bringing a surprising, pleasant little gift. From out of his own home, he creeps towards the darker shadows of the village. Where the trees grow tall and strong. Uncut and left alone.

An infant. Brought to your feet. An offspring that smells very familiar with Miguel's species. Only, it's cold. It isn't breathing. You can't hear it breathing. Its wrapped in grey sheep's wool and it smells fresh. Like it had died the moment it escape the womb first breaths being its last. And he leaves it there on the mossy rock in front of the trees and walks quickly back to the safety of his own home.

A few hours pass. You're intrigued at the gift. You haven't received such offerings in centuries. So when this, frail human being offers a dead infant like a gift for the altar, your curiosity gets the better of you.

You snatch the child. In yours jaws... or your arms? It could be anything. You were an indescribable creature manifesting the more chaotic sides of nature after all. The little infant, you've seen it all before. Chubby, quite noisy, fragile. And most importantly, delicious. You cannot explain the slightes, but in all of your years of being in this realm, despite not having the needed nutrition you'd usually intake, human offspring has a certain charming flavor. Something you'd feast on with gusto. Maybe it was the fact that through the cycle of life and death, you've always defied both aspects. And the loss of something brought to this world so sudden felt like experiencing the gifts to be caressed upon your tongue. Consumed. And valued.

Miguel does this more often. Leaving you gifts. Little sacrifices. Whether it be piles of wheat or fish. Or, on other days when one of his "sheep" go disobedient, you find their corpse carefully gifted in the same spot on the mossy rock. Like a gift. A gift for your generosity of giving them their home, and protection. Your little gift mauled and torn apart limb by limb and licked ever so viciously. In a graceful matter. Until there was nothing left. Not a spec of blood or bone.

You favored Miguel out of the rest. And it's obvious as to why.

Miguel was a curious man. Perhaps a little too curious, so to say. So when he comes out with his little gift at night rather in the morning and stays there, waiting for you, you waste no time to throw him onto the ground. Your weight practically crushing him. And you bite his neck and drink his blood. A taste of the person who's been so devoted to... amusing you. He tastes like any other ordinary person you've eaten before. Salty. Metallic. A little sweet. But his flavor is laced with sheer utter adoration. Rather than fear. Curiously, you drink a little more. And in fact, he doesn't push you away. He doesn't grab his weapon and attempt to cut your throat. He fully accepts it. He holds you while you take your fill of his own crimson fluid.

And you don't kill him. You leave him there as you disappear into the woods. And he's even more insatiable.

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yelenasdiary · 3 months

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It was like reader have a gambling problem but she hasn’t gambled for a long time so “she has it under control”. Tony invites her to a party and she kind of refuses but Tony convinces her to go and there is drugs and gambling there so she kind of relapses in both and her girlfriend hasn’t seen her the whole day because reader didn’t have time to contact her. She asks her sister(s) and they go looking for her just to find her there. Instead of being like mad they try to help her go away from the party and calm and stuff.

Now why didn’t I specify the sister and girlfriend. Because at first o think it was Wanda girlfriend and Nat and yelena the sisters. But if you want to make it yelena girlfriend and Wanda the sister it’s totally fine ☺️☺️

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff! x Romanoff! Reader

Summary: Tony begs you to come to a party in hopes your friendly charm get help get more donations. Little does he know; it wasn’t a great idea.

Angst, Super Light Fluff

Translations from Russian & Slovak: сестра (sister), dieťa (baby), Srdiečko (sweetheart)

Warnings: Gambling, Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of drugs & drug usage | 2.2K

AC: Thank you for sending this & I hope you enjoy! x Please note, I have no idea how poker works lmao so bear with me.

Tony looked at you with begging eyes, he never begged anybody for anything, so you knew he must've really needed you to take one for the team. He was throwing another fundraiser party to help raise some money for the Stark Relief Foundation. Your girlfriend was out for the day getting some alone time like she usually does on a Saturday after a mission, Yelena was off seeing your parents, Melina & Alexei while Natasha, your biological sister, was due to come home from a mission.

"I don't Tony, it's not really my scene" you said hoping he'd understand but how could he? You held a secret from the entire team besides your family and Wanda. It wasn't a big deal that not everybody knew but it was what worked for you. You've been clean for four years and it has been a really long, stressful and hard road to get to where you are today.

When you escaped the Red Room, you were introduced to a whole different world. A world of hardcore drugs, alcohol and gambling. Those who you thought were your friends at the time quickly learnt that you had a natural talent for poker and used you to win big time, time and time again. In return they fed you drugs and alcohol, you didn't know any better.

But when Natasha and Yelena finally tracked you down, they did everything in their power to help you get clean. You went to rehab, detoxed and still to this day attend meetings. You were free, once again but this time for real. Your sisters have been a huge part of helping you stay clean, same with your parents, but it's always been somewhat refreshing to have Wanda by your side too. She was there when the doors were closed and you couldn't sleep, when the urge to pick up the bottle after a mission was strong, when there was a birthday party and everybody else was drinking and Wanda stuck to drinking soda or water, so you weren't by yourself.

She knew when things were getting too much and she was able to take you away from that, to give you a moment to breathe and remind yourself how hard you've worked to stay clean. So, when Tony was sitting before you, begging you to help raise money, you couldn't help but think of the environment you'd be in.

"We really need this" he replied causing you to sigh, "Fine. But I'm only going for an hour" you said, setting yourself some boundaries. Surely, you'd be able to handle an hour.

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The first 30 minutes of the party was going smoothly, you avoided the bar and tried to ignore the smell of alcohol that floated through the room get to you. You spoke to guests while sipping on a class of orange juice, when people asked what you were drinking you lied and said OJ and vodka followed by a comment on how you weren't much of a drinker.

Tony failed to tell you that there would be a poker table at the party. Once your eyes landed on it, your memories of all your past winnings game flooding back. Thor sat at the table drinking his Asgardian alcohol while making jokes with the other guests at the table.

"Oh, Y/n, come join us! You seem like you have sense of good luck about you" The god called out. You smiled softly but shook your head as you walked over to the table, "I've never been good at poker" you replied with a friendly chuckle but the urge to join was becoming stronger. The chips in the middle of the table didn't help, you knew you could win big.

"I'll teach you, take a seat!" Thor added just as Tony came up and took a seat at the table, "You in Y/n?" He looked up at you. Your heart skipped a beat, you knew you had to get out of there, but something came over you and you found yourself nodding and pulling out a seat. "Let's do this" you replied.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed by. You were winning, no doubt about that. You had taken Thor and Tony by surprise, making them more eager to try and beat you with each round. Lost in the moment, a glass of scotch had found its way into your hand. You'd worked out both Thor and Tony's poker faces which only helped you keep winning but eventually Thor pulled out giving you a pat on the shoulder, "you play a good game Y/n" he said friendly before walking away.

Thor was soon replaced by a guest of the party, a younger gentlemen that had been watching you from afar. "I hope I'm not intruding" he smiled as he took a seat beside you, "but let's make this a little interesting" he added before throwing a small bag of coke into the middle of the table.

"Oh, there's no need for that" Tony replied.

"No, no, let him play. If that's what he wants to bet, I'm sure that's all he's got" you looked up at Tony before shifting your eyes to the gentlemen beside you with a smug smirk on your lips.

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Yelena just got back to the compound to find a room full of strangers, music playing softly under all the chatter from the guest, she sighed and went upstairs to your room to see if you were around. "Yelena! You're back" Wanda greeted her with a warm smile, "I was just about to join the party, are you coming down?" she asked.

"Nooo, parties are not my place" Yelena replied with a light chuckle, "have you seen Y/n?" She asked.

"No, I'd assume they went for a walk or something given Tony's party which I will be speaking to him about that" Wanda replied with a lightly unimpressed tone.

"Oh good, you're both here" Nat stormed down the hall making Yelena and Wanda turn around, "we have a little problem" Natasha added still in her widow suit. Wanda tilted her head while Yelena frowned with concern. "I'm going to fucking kill Tony" Nat commented before she turned around and started heading towards the party, followed my Yelena and Wanda.

The three stood from afar as they saw you sitting at the poker table, sipping on your drink and laughing along with Tony's terrible joke. By now it's been 4 hours since you entered the party, you'd been up and down talking to people, playing poker and doing a line of coke from your winnings.

Natasha glared harshly at Tony until he looked up and noticed, "he's so dead!" Yelena added. Tony looked at you, "do you know what that's all about?" He asked, shifting his eyes back to your girlfriend and sisters standing by the door. You looked over your shoulder, "fuck" you mumbled to yourself as they began to walk over to you.

"Y/n, let's go" Yelena spoke, Natasha b-lining straight for Tony.

"You, get up now!" She spoke sternly. "What did I do?" Tony asked, standing up from the poker table as Natasha harshly grabbed his arm and walked him out of the party. Wanda picked up your glass and gave it a light sniff, confirming that it was what she dreaded.

"Y/n, look at me" she spoke softly. You looked at her with a slight eye-roll. Wanda looked up at Yelena, "go get some water and meet us back in our room" she said. Yelena nodded and walked over to the bar, leaving you to answer to your girlfriend.

"Wands, it's fine! I'm fine, it was just a little bit of fun" you explained hoping she wouldn't be disappointed. "It's not about that sweetheart, I need you to come upstairs with me, the party is over, okay?" she replied in her soft tone. She wasn't trying to pick a fight, not when she didn't know the whole story. You sighed heavily as you stood up from the poker table and followed Wanda out of the room.

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"I spoke to Tony, he said if he had of known they were clean, he would never have begged them to help with the party" Natasha said after entering your shared room with Wanda.

"I mean, he has a point" Yelena replied, "maybe we do tell the others" She added.

Natasha shook her head, "Y/n doesn't want that"

"And look what happened" Wanda turned to Nat, "Y/n said that they said no but Tony begged and for the first 30 minutes or so, they did really well but it was Thor who pulled them towards the poker game. None of this would've happened if we were here, or better yet, if they knew what could've happened" she added just as you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Don't do that" you said, "don't fight over my mistake. I was weak, I didn't listen to myself. I caved and now I have to start all over again, this is on me" you added looking between the three.

"сестра, this isn't your fault" Nat replied, "there's a meeting in about half an hour, get dressed and I'll take you" she added.

You sighed, "seriously? I don't need a meeting right now; I'll go to one in the morning"

"The sooner we get you to a meeting, the sooner we get you back on track"

"dieťa, Nat's right. You need to go to a meeting, I'll come too" Wanda chipped in as Natasha kept her eyes on you, "where is it?" she asked.

"Where's what?" You asked with an irritated tone.

"You know exactly what, where is it?"

You rolled your eyes, "I flushed it" you replied, lying but your sister didn't buy it for a second and walked right into the bathroom. "Alright!" You sighed once more, "I'll go to a fucking meeting" you added.

Wanda hated seeing you so worked up, she knew it was the relapse and you'd be thankful for this in the long run, but she couldn't help but feel worried for you. Yelena kept her distance in the moment, whenever you got worked up like this, Nat was always the one who was able to put you back in your place.

"Yeah, you will be going to a meeting" Nat came out of the bathroom shaking her head, throwing the small now empty bag on the dresser.

While Natasha took you to the city for a meeting, Wanda stayed back with Yelena. Nat suggested it might not be the best idea to have all three of them hovering over you and Wanda could hear the fearing thoughts that Yelena was having.

"They'll be okay" Wanda said in comfort, "it's just a hiccup" she added.

"They were sober for so long and what? In less than an hour it's all ruined? You saw that bag; they're going to a meeting high right now" Yelena replied.

"I know, but we have to give them some credit here, per pressure is a lot especially when they didn't know Y/n's past. If we were there, they would've been okay"

"But we weren't and now we have to watch them go through all this again" Yelena snapped, leaving the room to get some fresh air.

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Two days later and it was the late afternoon when you got out of bed, woken by your sister to get ready for your meeting with your sponsor. Your mind was slightly foggy as your body was getting rid of the drug in your system and you felt horrible for the relapse.

"Hey, I made you a smoothie for your drive" Wanda smiled as you met Nat in the compound's kitchen. You smiled softly at her as you took the smoothie from her hand, "thank you baby" you replied.

"You're ready?" Nat asked, you nodded, "Yeah, I'll meet you at the car? I just need to get my jacket" you said before taking a sip of your smoothie. "Don't be too long" Nat teased as she walked out of the room, you went to follow her but were stopped by Wanda's grip on your arm. "Srdiečko, are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her eyes full of worry. Your eyes dropped, "I let you down, I let Nat and Yelena down, I let myself down…I thought I was stronger" you replied.

Wanda gently cupped your face, lifting your head up to look at her. She stroked your cheeks with her thumbs in a comforting way, "You are strong, stronger than you think. This is just a little bump in the road, okay? You're doing all the right things to get back to where you were, you're not the same person you were when you first started to get clean, you're stronger this time. I believe in you, we all do. We are going to get through this" she spoke in a warm, comforting tone. "I love you" she added before kissing you softly.

"I love you too and I promise, I won't let this happen again" you said as she pulled away, still cupping your face. "How about tonight I cook your favourite and we have a picnic under the stars?" The woman offered, you smiled softly, "I'd love that" you said before kissing her once more.

"You better get going, don't want you to miss that meeting with your sponsor" Wanda smiled.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Late night talking

Look... I caved in and that conversation with @brekkershadowsinger at 1am really got the brain going. So here's a little Pedro piece...🫣

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It was rare for you to have a day all to yourself. Life always found a way to keep you busy. If not work, then your studies, and the other way around. Then juggling a somewhat social life. As it was, that wasn't your strongest attribute. But you had Pedro to save you there. In the year that you two had been together, he had learned to read you like the back of his hand. Well, it didn't even take him a year to do that, to begin with.

Sometimes it seemed almost bizarre how quickly Pedro would understand what was on your mind or what you needed. You didn't need words. It's like Pedro just knew. You've never met a person who listened and genuinely cared so much. Sometimes you would just be waffling around, telling him something completely random, and the next day Pedro would be there asking you about it. And you were there with big eyes and a slightly open mouth, not expecting him to have any recollection of that conversation whatsoever.

A relationship you had before Pedro left you completely broken and made you want to give up on love. You lost hope in the concept of a relationship. It saddened you because you truly wanted to fall in love and society had twisted something so beautiful and made it wilt like a flower. But Pedro was a true romantic. It went beyond him opening the door for you or pulling out your chair. He understood what boundaries were. Something a lot of men struggle with nowadays. He took time to get to know you and ask what things you were okay with and what made you uncomfortable. A no meant a no. Without any further questions besides if you were okay. It was hard not to fall for him. And if Pedro fell first, you fell harder. From just casual dates and coffee runs, you found yourself dancing around in Pedro's kitchen at one in the morning. Laughing as he spun you around. Murmuring the words of a Spanish song you didn't understand.

The sound of the keys clattering made you lift your head from the book that you'd been reading. The weather in New York was pretty crap today. Well, crap for people who had to go outside, but a lovely addition to the cozy ambiance you had created in your shaded apartment. "Carino?", Pedro's voice echoed through the hallway, instantly making you giddy. It was almost embarrassing how you still got butterflies after a year of being with him. He still managed to make you blush just the same. "In the living room", you called out for him, and soon the sound of footsteps came closer and closer. Pedro's face broke into a huge smile as his eyes landed on you.

To Pedro, this was also new. He didn't believe that he would get to fall in love, let alone fall in love this hard. But the moment he saw you, he just knew. Knew that if he did nothing, he would blame himself for the rest of his life. Bella, of course, only added to this. When Pedro, in true teenage boy fashion, had shown them a picture of you after gushing over how incredible you were for days, Bella had nagged Padro for not messaging you yet. Then snatched Pedro's phone, typing out a quick hello and asking how a coffee date sounded, before handing him the phone with a very pleased smile. Now Bella took great pride in being a part of getting you two together.

"Well, hello there, aren't you all cozy", Pedro stepped closer to the sofa, and you instantly stretched your arms out, inviting him into your embrace. Pedro quickly shrugged off his jacket before moving to lean into you. "Hi, handsome. How was your day?". Your fingers moved through his slightly damp hair, which had gone rather curly because of the humidity. Pedro only hummed in delight, "Now that I'm here and you're doing that, I'm in heaven", you let out a breathy chuckle. Your nails scratched his scalp ever so slightly, and you could feel the tension of the day leavening his muscles as Pedro slowly turned into a puddle.

"You fancy a bath and some food? Made your favorite", but Pedro only wrapped his hands around you tighter. The past few weeks, with The Last of Us airing and The Mandalorian Season 3 starting soon, have been hectic. You barely saw each other even if you lived in the same place. Pedro left before you were awake and got back late into the night. You could tell that Pedro was enjoying the success and the excitement of the fans, but the exhaustion was just as visible.

"I would fall asleep in a bathtub", "Shower?", you suggested. Pedro murmured something, his hand slipping under one of his hoodies that you've been wearing. Cold fingers made you hiss slightly, but you didn't pull away. "Come on, up you go", You patted his back a couple of times, and Pedro let out a frustrated growl. "You better come with me, or else we're staying here", he argued back, making you roll your eyes. "I will join you, you big baby. Now move your cute bum".

You undressed each other slowly. Leaving light, fever-like kisses here and there. A shoulder. Chest. Cheek. Cupping Pedor's face to kiss him gently, you realized that you hadn't properly kissed him hello yet. You moved to finish folding the clothes as Pedro turned the shower on. You felt a hand sneaking around your middle, and soon Pedro was dragging you into the shower. You let out a surprised yelp, falling into a giggle straight away as the water poured over your skin. "You're sneaky", you said, leaning back slightly and pulling Pedro under the stream of warm water. "Only when I need to and mostly just for you".

You helped him wash his hair, but mainly it was just him holding onto you in silence. You wanted to ask him about the interviews and how Bella was because you knew that the two had met up, but Pedro was done talking for the day. After all, that's all he had been doing. So you held him closer to you, making sure to leave a couple more tender kisses over his skin. Pushing his wet hair away from his face and smiling at him fondly. You two had dinner together afterward. Chatting about little things that weren't work-related. You ushered him to the bedroom almost right away and laid down with him to make sure that he would fall asleep. Running your fingers up and down his back or his muscular arms till light snores were leaving Pedoro's mouth.

He looked so peaceful, finally. You realized how long it had been since you got to watch him sleep. Even if that sounded weird, he looked so fluffy and soft, all curled up by your side, hands loosely wrapped around you. You held Pedro for some time until you could see that sleep was not going to find you. It was still rather early, so as carefully as possible, you slipped from your lover's embrace and made your way out of the room.

Pedro woke up sometime later. He wasn't sure how much time had passed; all he could tell was that the bed was way too cold for his liking. Reaching out his hand blindly towards the other side in search of your body, he frowned when he found it empty. A dim light from the living room seeped from under the door, giving Pedro clear evidence of where you probably were. So he got up even though his body was fighting against it. You sat there with your head buried in the book. Hair messy, a big fluffy throw draped over your body. Pedro still couldn't believe how you managed to make his apartment feel like home. But then again, anywhere he would go would be home if you were by his side.

"Why are you here?", Pedro mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes as he walked closer to you. "Why are you up?", You lowered the book, moving your legs to make space for him if he wanted to sit down, as you looked up at your partner. Not expecting to see him here. "The bed got cold, and well, I feel robbed because I was promised cuddles", you chuckled to yourself. "My apologies, but the light seemed so bright in the room, and I still wanted to read."

Pedro looked down at the cover of the book in your hand, frowning slightly, "That's not what you've been reading this morning". You hummed, "Finished that one and started a second one", Pedro raised his eyebrows, his tired eyes barely staying open, "You read two books?", "Girl has to keep herself entertained, and I can't just watch tiktok of you all day long, cowboy", Pedro's lip curled up at the mention of that. There was something about you squealing every time you saw an edit of him that you liked. Maybe it was silly, but he liked that it affected you. He knew you loved him as he was, but this was that extra bit. That little something that would make him smile to himself. He was already yours, but you were still having little meltdowns over him.

"I vote for the second one", he mumbled, reaching for your hand, but you shook your head. "I still want to read a bit; I'll be there soon, I promise". Pedro glanced at the clock on the wall. It was two in the morning. Two in the morning. You barely ever stayed up this late. "No, carino, bed now, and I don't want to hear anything about it", leaning in, Pedro quickly wrapped his arms around you, playfully throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a squeal, hitting his back gently, the book still in your hand. "Put me down, Pedro, you'll hurt your back", you tried not to move too much so you wouldn't cause him trouble as he moved through the apartment. "You keep on wounding me, love. First, I woke up alone now that I'm old," Pedro said, shaking his head. You could hear it in his voice that he wasn't upset with you, but you still couldn't help but feel bad for leaving him.

Pedro dropped you onto the bed before making grabby hands at the book. You once again shook your head and Pedro gave you that are we seriously going to do this right now look. "Give it to me", "No", you pressed the book closer to yourself. "One more chapter and then sleep, please, P", you tried to give him the best puppy dog eyes. "It's two in the morning, darling," he said, "But I need to know if he fights for her and they finally come back to one another". Pedro sat down on the side of the bed, one hand casually resting on your lower stomach. "Baby, it is late, and you are tired", you pouted, rolling your eyes. Pedro used this opportunity to quickly snatch the book out of your hands, making you gasp as you tried to reach for it. With a victorious chuckle, Pedro put the book on the floor before quickly laying on top of you. Mindful of his body weight but making sure you were comfortably pressed beneath him.

"Never thought I would have to fight a book to get to my girlfriend", "You wouldn't have to if you let me finish it", Pedro lifted his head from your chest, "Yeah, no. I prefer this way more", his head plopped back down onto your chest, hands gripping your hips. He let out a satisfied sigh. "I just really need to be close to you. The head is so full of work stuff", he nuzzled his face further into the crook of your neck, "You make it less noisy". Your arms embraced him instantly, turning to kiss his head a couple of times. "This time, I promise I won't run away", Pedro let out a tired chuckle. "You better watch out, or I'm taking away your books", he warned, making you let out a gasp. "Sir Pascal, you wouldn't be so cruel", Pedro mumbled something close to trying me, but you didn't quite hear it. From the way the hold Pedro had on you loosened, you could tell that he was falling back asleep. "I love you, P", you muttered, fingers continuing to run up and down his back as you closed your eyes. The steady breathing of your lover lulled you into slumber.

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ddollfface · 4 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"You're as hot as the bottom of my laptop, mamas ;)."

Trigger Warnings; gaslighting, manipulation, somewhat spreading misinformation, hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, PDA, reader is referred to as a girl, honestly this is pretty tame lol If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a few headcanons on a new OC. And, just so you know, when I was writing this, I had an afab!reader in mind! If you have any requests, idk why you would, but send them in! I hope you enjoy:)))

Never, ever refers to you as your given name. He prefers to call you by some type of nickname or pet name, depending on his mood. His go-to is mamas, sweet cheeks, baby cakes, hot stuff, good-lookin', and so much more. Honestly, he could go on all day, just listing different pet names he has for you. At this point, it's become a source of entertainment for you, trying to see what odd name he'll call you. Come on, you don't like that nickname, sugar plum? How about dolly? Baby girl? Pumpkin? I don't know, you look like an angel, baby.

Though you'll admit it, it's somewhat endearing to hear, especially when you know he's only called you these cute names. But at a certain point, it gets embarrassing... Like does your mama need to know that he calls you bubble butt, of all things? Let me answer that for you, no, no she does not. If anything, that's something she should never, ever know.

He demands that you come to his games; he doesn't want you to miss a single one. He'll show up to your house at the crack of dawn, on a Saturday, and drag you out of bed to bring you to his game. He doesn't give too shits if your hair looks like a mess or if you're still in your jams. Nope, not at all. If anything, he likes it. He thinks you're adorable with your Hello Kitty booty shorts.

He just wants you there, to support him. He wants to have his own personal cheerleader, someone who he can come to after the game, and give a hug too.

While the thought behind it is endearing and cute, that doesn't change the fact that he's just so pushy. He won't give up, no matter what. If he says you're going, then you're going. You don't get a say in the matter 'cause if you refuse to go, then he's going to bring out the waterworks. He's going to look at you with the saddest eyes you can imagine, there's even tears. He'll cock his head to the side and question you, asking why don't you want to support me? What happened to 'friends first? Remember when I went to that stupid party 'cause ya' didn't want to be alone? Where's my payback, yeah?

He'll use emotional manipulation to get what he wants, making you out to be the bag guy, instead of him. His guilt-tripping usually always works, well, so far it has. And now you're at some stupid hockey game, wrapped up in his jacket, wearing his team colors. Great, now people are asking how you bagged a guy like him. Jesus, where'd they get that idea from? You're not even dating...

Well, that's what you think. Little do you know, he's been going around town tellin' everyone about you. He'll hype you up to his buddies, rambling on and on about how you smell, how your cheeks puff up when you smile, and God, you're so pretty when you're sleeping. Wow, he doesn't mean that in a creepy way! Why would you think of it like that? Because he's just admiring the prettiest girl in school! Don't you know, mamas? You being here makes me the luckiest guy in town, yeah?

He's just so God damn touchy; people can't help but think ya'll are dating. Everything about your relationship screams dating. He's always got an arm around your shoulder, and if he's feeling really ballsy, he'll place a hand on your hip. Though those moments are far in between, seeing as you'll give him a hard side-eye when he does it.

But the PDA doesn't stop there. He'll hold your hand, claiming that he's just warming your hands. After all, it's pretty cold in the winter, yeah? He's just looking out for you, nothing to freak out over. Sometimes, he'll hug you a little too tight, and for a little too long. His touch lingers for such a prolonged time it causes you to look up at him with a questioning look.

Of course, he's the master of diverting your questions, shifting your conversations from his touchy behavior to finals. And this does nothing but piss you off, but it's hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that. The way he scoots his chair closer to yours, intertwining your pinkies together, and smiling at you like a dork. The way he'll bring you coffee (or warm tea, depending on your preference) during a cold morning, always making sure his baby's all warm. Or how he'll cover for you when you're late to a lecture, stalling the class for a few minutes, just enough for you to slip into class unnoticed.

All these small things let you forget about why you were even mad in the first place! I mean, what could he have done wrong? It couldn't be that bad right?

And just like that, you walk right back into his arms, not knowing that he's the one you should be running from. You're such a stupid girl, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take care of you babes.

#bad writing #lovesick #obsessive love #yandere #lovesick!athlete x reader #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere headcanons #headcanons #yandere oc #original character #new oc alert

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lizzieislife94x · 2 months

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My New Boss (e.o)

Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34

Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻

Y/ns POV:

I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.

As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.

8 hours later:

I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.

AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k

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missingexaltation · 1 year

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There were two methods that Steve used to use to get someone infatuated with him.

The first is just as he told Dustin. Pretend you don't care, and it drives the ladies mad. He used it a lot in high school, and the success rate was pretty good. It hadn't worked fully on Nancy, for reasons unknown to him, but it had at least worked enough for her to date him. It just hadn't been enough to keep her.

It didn't work on Eddie either. Like, at all.

The guy was just too busy to notice he was being semi ignored, in between his tattoo apprenticeship, part time job at Thatcher's, prepping his D&D campaigns, band practise and evenings with Wayne. It was insane.

The other method though, was something pretty new in Steve's repertoire. Something that he knew drove Eddie absolutely nuts. Pretending to know about his nerd shit and getting it wrong.

And it was so easy.

'Stevie that's star TREK, completely different franchise.'

'No, that's the one with the weird portal thing, I know what I'm talking about dude.'

'That's star GATE. Jesus H Christ.' It's not even a film, it's a book that I KNOW you haven't read.'

It was so easy. Eddie was a great guy, he really was, but he was so particular about the things he likes, and it made it so easy to wind him up. It as as though those years of mockery at high school had had an effect on him, even though he claimed it didn't. He was protective by nature, of the kids (his little sheepies), his hobbies, the music he listens to, the place he lives. If an outsider tries to invade and conquer his little world, Eddie's already pulled up the drawbridge and summoned the defence.

Too bad Steve was already in the castle.

Just those big, vacant, Harrington eyes, and a look of innocence was enough. It was so funny to watch Eddie twist himself into knots trying to explain the minutiae of his hobbies, or films, or even (on one occasion), the bands that Eddie listened to, because he just had to correct Steve, or have him see things the right way.

It took far too long for Eddie to catch on, and the moment he did, Steve found himself pinned against the van, laughing his head off at Eddie's very outraged but somewhat impressed expression.

'Maybe I just like getting you all worked up, Eds.' He says, not so innocently running his hand up Eddie's arm.

A myriad of emotions runs across his face before Steve leans up to place a very chaste, gentle kiss on the corner of Eddie's mouth.

'You sneaky little -' Eddie says, softly shaking his head in disbelief, 'this all a part of the great Harrington seduction technique, huh?'

Steve shrugs, leaning back to settle against the van.

'Took you long enough.' He says, and waits, all cocky smirk and tilted chin, for Eddie to kiss him this time.

100% success rate (so far).

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #look I'm not saying that Eddie gatekeep girlboss gaslights people into doing what he wants...but he's a little shit (affectionate)#he's almost definitely one of those guys that would ask you to name songs from a band t shirt you're wearing #but he's also like...20 years old (ish) so he's just a typical nerd with some gatekeeping tendencies #and Steve's a jock that's used to picking on (and kicking apart) nerdy stuff...so it's a great combination #Eddie's canonical little tiny temper tantrums are amazing and completely overlooked #he gets so frustrated with other people it's hilarious...poor baby

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starphasedd · 1 year

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Instinct

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

One-shot. Rated 18+ for sexual themes.

I'm SO proud of this one. The intention was a short and sweet one-shot but then it turned into the beast below. Very proud of my work here.

Shout-out to my babes @meand-allmy-alteregos for the inspo! She also helped me really map out some great dialog for Ghost here. ❤️

Rain patters softly against old metal roofing; a few drops slipping through the cracks here and there. A puddle begins forming in the corner of the room. The walls creak and moan as wind pushes around around the victorian outhouse. It whispers gently every now and then, the songs of Mother Nature's cries filling one part of your head--letting some of the adrenaline from today's misson seep out the other side.

"No luck?" Your nimble fingers are playing with the harness wrapped around your waist, trying to get somewhat comfortable for the long night ahead.

On what floor there was that wasn't dirt, Ghost sat with his back against the wall. His large and broad figure takes up most of the space in the corner he chose. Presently, he's fumbling with his communicator, trying to get ahold of Price. But at some point during the shootout you both just endured, it got side swiped by a bullet and hasn't been working. He's frustrated. You can tell by the way he's gone completely silent.

You've known him for many years. In fact, you knew him before he was 'Ghost'. You knew him as Simon. Over the years of getting to know him, he'd been a man of very few words. But even so, when he went completely silent like this, that meant he was frustrated. He did it more for your safety; never wanting to bark at you in a frustrated moment like this. You told him he didn't need to worry about stuff like that. You'd rather him reach out to you for help than suffer alone--and that applied to every situation. Not just a broken communicator.

You stop fumbling with your harness when he doesn't respond and turn to look down at him.

"Hey." you say.

He doesn't look up.

You click your tongue, stepping closer to him. He still doesn't look at you.

"Hey." You say again.

Again, he doesn't give you the time of day. But he does acknowledge you by huffing gruffly through the cloth of his mask.

Your mouth pulls up into a straight line, irritation taking over your facial features. You watch him fumble with the device a bit longer before you inevitability decide to step closer and reach down to quickly snatch the communicator from him.

His large hands drop to his thighs, and finally, he decides to acknowledge your existence. His eyes are narrowed, as if he's scowling underneath the skull mask. But that doesn't phase you, it never has.

"Stop." You say firmly, tossing the communicator to the floor behind you. You don't break eye contact with him. "It's broken. Leave it."

"Rather bold of you." he says, adressing you by your middle name at the end.

You hated to admit it, but you loved when he called you by your middle name. It felt personal, and he only did it when the two of your were alone. So sometimes, it also felt rather intimate.

"Brat." You say, a smile now gracing your lips as you look away from him to finish talking your harness off.

He watches you closely, his eyes dropping from your face down to your waist where your little hands are working the harness open from your chest pack. He admires how gentle you are with it--taking your time to slowly pull the fabric strap through the belt and let it drop to your side.

After a moment of watching your hands, his eyes venture back up to your face, where he watches your eyes blink slowly in concentration. Your lips are pouty, indicating your growing irritation with the harness you're trying to work. You groan when it finally comes open. And when it falls from your body to hit the ground with a thud, you sigh loudly. One of your hands reaches up to rub over your shoulder where one of the straps had been digging into the muscle there all day.

"Fucking awful thing." You say. Your posture is visibly more relaxed now.

"What are you complainin' about? My packs' about twenty kilos heavier." Simon speaks as he watches you slowly approach him.

"You're also about a foot taller than me and a hundred pounds heavier." You retort.

"Sounds like a personal problem." He says. When you stop and turn to look at him, you see his eyes squinting. You know he's grinning.

"You're so rude to me, Simon." You mock, grinning back at him.

"That right?" He asks, his voice deep and velvety.

"Yep." You respond

You take one step closer to him. A grunt sneaks up your throat involuntarily when your knees bend to sit down on the cold wood floor next to him. You plop down close enough to him to feel the heat radiating off his massive form.

It's dark in the one-room shack. The only bit of light was coming off the moon, shining a direct beam over Ghost and you. The stream illuminated the hard part of his mask and lit his dark brown hues up like a fresh cup of hot coffee. His lashes were long and blonde; giving his gorgeous eyes the perfect amount of shade from the intrusive moonlight.

He still has his arms crossed over his chest, but when he notices you shift to turn towards him, he drops them to his sides.

As stated above, you've known Ghost for a long time. You've been on many missions together. Whether it be in full groups or alone like you are now. He's seen all the good and all the bad of you. There's nothing you could say or do to suprise him at this point. So when you turned to him and asked your next question, the thought of refusal never crossed his mind.

"May I?" You ask, bringing your hand up to point towards his side--where the junction of his chest and arm is.

It was genuine and harmless.

Ghost nods his head towards you and lifts his arm as an invitation. You slide over to him easily, slipping under the heavy appendage he just lifted for you and settling your head on the side of his right pectoral muscle.

You lay next to him, otherwise. Your head is the only part touching him. Your back is arched to match his, and it's incredibly more comfortable on your neck as well. Your hands come down to busy themselves in the pocket of your hoodie so as not to accidentally lay them on his stomach like your body desperately wants to. It's instinctual, you think.

It happens like this sometimes. And you're so happy he's comfortable enough with you to be like this. You like to think he wouldn't do this for anyone else; that you're different to him.

Certainly, he's different to you--in the sense that you wouldn't trust any other man under a rather intimate situation like this. He gives you a true sense of security and ease. You would most rather be on a misson with him than anyone else; including Soap. Whom you've come to love like a big brother.

Naturally, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. He excudes heat on this cold winter night, and that puts you right out.

When you wake a couple hours later, the rain has stopped. It's muggy; steam rolling in through the cracks and holes on the walls. The puddle in the opposite corner of the room had filled significantly through the night and started to flood the floors. Luckily, you and Ghost picked the right spot. The floor boards were slightly elevated so neither of you seemed to be wet.

Your eyes stuggle to adjust to the moonlight. You blink and roll them back a few times in an attempt to settle on the surrounding area. Your ears are sharp--you can't hear anything outside. No footsteps, whispers, shuffljng. Nothing. Everything appears to be clear for the moment as your eyes finally adjust.

When they do, however, you look down to see your body completely intertwined with Ghosts.

You're on your side, chest pressed firmly to his chest. Your leg is arched up and over his; your core sitting firmly against his thigh. Your arm is wrapped around his waist, hand sitting lightly on what feels like rock-hard abs.

The thing that throws you off, though, is when you shift a little and feel something heavy sitting on your hip. You glance down at that moment of realization and see that his arm his wrapped around you, his large hand laying comfortably on the biggest curve of your hip.

His touch wasn't foreign to you. There had always been fleeting touches from him. Your shoulder, lower back, your arm. He knew you were comfortable with it and never overstepped. But your waist was a completely new feeling. A feeling you hadn't felt in many, many years. It was a feeling that, if not tamed quickly, could ignite a dangerous fire below and stir waters that hadn't been disturbed in a very long time.

You close your eyes for a moment and swallow, throwing any thoughts of that to the back of your head to revisit later when you were alone.

You haven't looked at him, but his steady breathing and the slow rise and fall of his chest indicate he's sleeping. And you wouldn't dare wake him. The man never got any sleep as far as you were concerned. He never let you take watch. He always volunteered and forced you to get your sleep.

So you turn back, ever so carefully, in your best attempt to keep from waking him.

Only when you lay your head back down, your eyes open for a brief moment, and glance down towards your leg now hanging over his side.

And you see it.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can't keep the heat from creeping up your neck to your cheeks.

A tent appears in his jeans directly next to your leg. The detailed outline of his thick cock sitting taut on the inside of his thigh sends shivers down your spine that you can't help.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

It's big--thick and long. And it's so hard. It honestly looks to be painful. How the fuck can he sleep like that? His cock is hard as rock, constricted and throbbing under the jeans that are relatively tight on his muscular thighs.

You can't help the desperate throbbing between your legs when you see him so bricked up under his trousers. And you exhale deeply, trying to control your rapidly increasing breathing.

In your attempts to keep from waking him, you don't notice his breathing change. And his chest stopped rising as high as it was.

When his deep, velvety voice rings through your ears unexpectedly, you jump slightly.

"Don't flatter yourself. I was only sleeping." He says. When you glance up, he hasn't even opened his eyes.

You struggle to find words for a moment, the shock of his very obvious arousal clouding your mind and throwing any rational thoughts out of the window.

"Is that? Normal?" You ask, voice quavering slightly as you try and keep your voice down.

He clears his throat and nods.

"Happens sometimes." he says. This time, he slowly turns his head towards you and opens his eyes to glance down. "It's involuntarily."

"Oh." You say, blushing when you register that it sounded relatively disappointed.

He stares down at you, his hand still laying in the curve of your waist.

"Hoping for a different excuse?" He asks, his voice only above a whisper. It was deep and vibrating deep within his chest.

"No. Just surprised. That's all." You say softly.

He watches you for a moment before he speaks again.

"Sorry. Is it...making you uncomfortable at all?" He asks.

"No! No. It's fine. I know you can't help it--" you say softly. "--just looks a bit uncomfortable for you."

You can see him swallow this time and that suprises you. Not often you can see such visible signs of emotion in Ghost.

"Sorry. Can't just make it go away, or I would." He says, turning to look away. He lays his head back on the wall. "Just ignore it."

You slowly lay your head back down on his chest and think for a moment.

"Why can't you get rid of it?" You ask.

He shifts a bit and turns his head back towards you. His chin brushes your forehead.

"Be awful inappropriate, wouldn't it?" He says, his deep vibrato vibrating your head.

You don't look up at him, but you can feel his eyes on you. You keep your eyes straight, concentrating on the wall so you don't glance down at his pants again.

"Does it hurt?" You ask softly.

He breathes out slowly, his breath brushing your hair from your eyes.

"Nothin' I haven't dealt with before." He says.

You don't respond. Your thoughts too clouded with the thought of his throbbing hard cock just below you. Eyes still focused on the wall, and your hand lay flat on his stomach. His hand is still on the curve of your waist. His fingers twitch slightly when you slide your hand back towards your chest.

You don't know what possesses you to say what you say next, but comes out clear as day.

"Do you want help?" You say--it's a tiny whisper.

His breathing pauses for a moment, and you can feel his eyes burning into your head. His fingers bunch a little, crumpling the fabric of your shirt. You tear your sight from the wall and turn to look up at him.

The moment your eyes meet his, you can see the newfound lust swishing around in those dark brown hues. He has his massive neck craned down to meet your gaze. Your hand slowly slides up his abdomen to rest on his chest in the valley between his swollen pecs.

His hand leaves your waist to slide up your body. Over the curve of your waist and up your arm to the back of your head where his palm lays over your neck. He brushes the hair from your neck, and his fingers start to trace the line of your jaw.

"Are you sure?" He asks, his voice an entire octave lower.

His thumb comes up to brush over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth for him. Your hand slowly starts to descend his body. You trace all the way back down to his stomach before trailing over and locking your fingers on the metal belt buckle that holds his pants locked in place.

Gingerly, your nimble fingers begin working the buckle open.

He doesn't make a sound, and he doesn't loosen his grip. Your eyes remain locked on his as you pull the buckle open. His thumb takes your invitation and slowly slips between your lips, grazing the top of the bottom set of teeth.

When your hand frees his jeans of the belt buckle, you move to pull open the botton next, which doesn't take long. His thumb brushes over your tongue as you slip the warm flesh of your hand under his jeans and underwear.

His groin is dusted in a light field of pubic hair, trimmed and neat. Not bare, but not overwhelming. A conscious effort to prevent himself from smelling.

He keeps hygiene in mind? Such a beautiful attribute for a man to have.

His skin pulls a little tight when your hand makes contact with his shaft, and his breath catches in his throat. You slip all the way down, grabbing around the most girthy part of him and slowly pulling back. He springs from his jeans, long and thick. He's covered in veins, like his arms. It's a pasty white, transitioning to pink at the head. And the head is swollen, almost red from the pre-cum dripping out.

You give him a soft stroke from the base, all the way up to the head where your hand begins to coat in his arousal.

He mmms low in his throat, and you can't help the sweet smile that graces your lips.

"You're worked up." You tease in a soft tone.

You give him another strong stroke and his hips buck into your touch.

"Can you blame me? You practically threw yourself over me in your sleep. Like it was instinctual." He huffs out.

You lean your upper body up to press a soft kiss to the hard part of his mask. Your hand begins slowly stoking him at a steady pace.

"Maybe it is instinctual." You breathe against his mask. "B'cause you make me feel safe."

He groans at that, his head falling back to rest against the wall as you steadily stroke his aching cock.

"Fuckin' hell, woman." He huffs.

You continue stroking him for a few moments before your hand leaves him all together. This catches his attention, but he doesn’t move--just assuming you were giving your wrist a break.

Only when the wet cavern of your mouth wraps around his tip does he open his eyes to look down. You moved so quietly; your laying on your side across his stomach. Your back is to him. Your hot tongue wraps around his girth as you slowly let your mouth drop as much as you can.

His hand comes down to lay on the back of your neck. His calloused fingers begin to intertwine with strands of your hair. He takes this opportunity to swipe all hair from one side of your head so he can see your jaw moving around his big cock. A groan slips from underneath his mask as you begin to suck him in earnest.

You look comfortable, oddly. Your body seems relaxed, your thighs curling up together towards his knees. He notices how your hips start to circle slightly. Like you're trying to add pressure to something--like your trying to add pressure to your clit.

The vulgar sounds of your wet mouth mixing with the obscene amount of arousal he's producing fills the silence in the room. It only makes him want you more.

His muscles are tight, and his hips jut up in unison with your mouth. Gently, of course. As to not hurt that pretty little mouth of yours.

His hand leaves your neck and slowly starts to slide down your arm. Then to the side of your chest. Then to the curve of your waist. His fingers lock on your hip bone and hold you steady as his hips rut into your mouth. He groans your middle name. His preferred way to address you.

You weren't actually expecting him to, but his hand slowly starts to creep over your hip and down your belly. Once his fingers grace the hem of your jeans, he pauses. As if asking permission, but silently.

You give him just that by turning your lower half so your ass is fully on the ground. You spread your legs and he groans.

Slowly, his hand slips under your jeans and into your underwear, where he finds you completely and utterly soaked for him.

He slips a big finger through your wet folds, soaking the skin and dragging it back up to your clit. He circles you slowly, but roughly. He applies just enough pressure to make you pause and whimper against his cock.

"Y'like that, baby?" He asks softly, his voice almost sounding choked.

He follows the question up by immediately moving his hand down to slip one large finger inside you. Instantly, you clench around him. The feeling of being broken open for the first time in so long makes you whimper again. It vibrates his cock and he throbs, groaning behind his mask.

His finger begins pumping into you at a steady pace while his palm softly rubs against that swollen bundle of needy nerves. You can feel every ridge and scar on his finger as it fucks you quick. Your legs start to buckle around his hand and fall closed together, but he shoves them back open with his forearm.

Then he adds a second finger and you swear it's the size of a real cock. It certainly feels like it. His fingers are long and thick, muscular, from all the years of wear and tear. He pumps into you harshly, bottoming out at his wrist. Your toes are starting to curl in your boots, and your abdominal muscles are pulled tight in concentration.

At this point, it's hard to concentrate on anything. You didn't notice you'd completely stopped sucking his cock the moment he sunk another finger in, but he hasn't said anything. Your hand is still wrapped around the base and your lips are still pressed to the tip. But your tongue has retreated back to your mouth to lick your lips as your orgasm approaches.

"M'sorry. M'sorry Simon." You mumble a weak apology to him. "I-I.....I can't.....can't....."

It's not intelligible. It's coming out as quiet little whimpers; words mashed together in aroused nonsense. You're trying to apologize for how you stopped pleasuring him. How the pleasure he's giving you is too much.

He hushes you, though. His opposite hand comes around the other side of your head and flattens on your chest. He pulls you down to lay on his stomach as you gasp for air. His heavy cock drops to lay on the exposed part of your chest. A tiny bit of cleavage perfectly open for his viewing pleasure. He's still throbbing red; leaking pre-cum all over your skin.

His fingers continue digging into your cunt, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.

"Don't you worry about me, love. Cum; give me a good one." He groans out, eyes locked on your fucked out face.

Pretty eyes screwed shut, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. Lips parted and swollen from getting bitten. Cheeks are still bright red. Fuck, he could look at you all day.

Your breathing is heavy, and you're trying your hardest to stay quiet, but sweet moans keep rolling off your lips as he pumps you hard with his fingers. Your little hands reach down and grab onto that big tattooed forearm of his and dig your fingers in. Your hips are starting to tense and jut upwards.

"Good girl, c'mon. You can do it." He encourages.

His cock is still sitting heavy on your your chest, leaning arousal on your skin. You can feel him throbbing.

"Simon." You whimper.

And that seems to do something to him, because immediately after, he cums on your chest. He moans his time, his opposit hand digging into your hair as his white juices start to cover your chest. Some leaks between your breasts and he curses at the sight.

"Fuckin' hell, woman. Look at ya." He moans out, his chest heaving as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

It's not long after that you follow; the string pulled tight in your lower stomach snaps and your orgasm rockets off. Your back snaps into an arch, and you squeeze his forearm even harder. Your legs shoot up again and involuntarily try to shut over his hands. Everything trembles as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Simon. Simon. Simon." You whimper for him.

"There ya go, love. Good girl." He praises.

His fingers start to slow and eventually pull out. You lay on him, trying to catch your breath. You feel him shift, pulling his hand up to his face and your eyes open to watch him.

You catch him lifting the bottom of his mask to slip the cum covered fingers into his mouth. If you thought your face was red before, there was no chance compared to now. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him lick your arousal off his fingers. And he groans.

"Christ." You mumble as he pulls his hand back from his face.

"Knew you'd taste good." He says, looking down at you. "Next time, I'll get it directly from the source."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #simon riley x reader #smut

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summerscribble · 1 month

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After Work // Artem Wing

tw nsfw, fem read, fem x artem, pregnancy kink, mating press, no protection, penetration, blowjob, mdni

summary last week, when you were drunk, you somewhat shyly brought up to your husband, Artem that you wanna have his kids, and the following morning you couldn't recall anything, Artem had been thinking a lot about that date night, and what your drunk ass said, it is even affecting his work. Tonight, he settles on his pondering and decides to remind you about the words you've forgotten.

Artem has been busier these days, you arrive home early but he decides to stay longer, and you miss doing little chores with him like cooking dinner together or taking a bath together before hopping into bed and then cuddling to sleep, in short, you have been missing your husband a lot lately.

However, he slides into bed late at night when you're already deep asleep, you barely have a short interaction during work hours as you both are working on different cases. It's just those little moments, where you aren't getting any quality time for each other since last week's date night where you ended up consuming a lot of liquor to even remember how you ended up from the restaurant to your bedroom.

You just wanna have him for the weekend so you can take care of your hard-working husband but Artem has been so involved in work. You worry about his health because he still strictly follows his perfect schedule but it is now tiresome in his eyes, he doesn't even talk much during breakfast.

You have learned how to cook lately so it's very efficient for both of you and even a great help during your husband's busy schedule days. The light conversation you only get to have with him is in the morning which also gets interrupted by any of his urgent calls.

"Are you leaving early?" You ask when he pours juice into your glass.

He gives a small smile, "I have to."

"Artem…" You hold his arm gently, "I'm worried about you. I want to help you with this case."

There's a reflection of pain in his eyes, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to stress you out. There was this misleading evidence I had to look into on an urgent basis. We are going to wrap up most of the stuff today. I will be coming home tonight on time."

"Please, let me know if you want any help, Artem." You worryingly stroke on his hand.

He places a soft kiss on your lips, "Of course."

Artem leaves for work early again, he is indeed busy with work these days but the main thing that kept distracting him from doing his work correctly was the conversation he had with you a week back when you both were having a date at a restaurant and by the end of the night you both were tipsy. While getting into an Uber he remembers you whispered in his ear, "Artem, I wanna become a mother."

That immediately flushed his face and he looked back at you. You were more than tipsy. He searched for any seriousness on your face but you remained smiling at him. It's not like you guys never had this conversation about becoming parents, it was just too sudden for now.

He asked, "You wanna have children?"

You nod hugging him, "I want a little artem and take him to school and take care of him."

That made him chuckle.

You frowned at him, "Don't you think we should start planning for kids."

He was drunk and not in the right state of mind to have that conversation at that time. He was just getting nervous to even imagine himself as a father figure.

You softly kissed him on the lips that night, "I love you, babe."

It melts his heart every time he hears that. He kissed you back, "I love you more." And now he wanted to keep the promise of giving you the world when he decided to marry the love of his life. Did you want kids? Okay, he is going to learn how to be the best father.

You do not remember much about what happened that night and also don't remember that you told him you wanted to have kids. But it has been always in the back of your head that someday you want to start a family with him. You finished your work early and checked on Artem and he was not in the office. You asked about his whereabouts and you were informed that he was still on sight.

You texted him and he replied that he would be back home soon and cook dinner for you. You rushed back home and started preparing for dinner, you can't let your husband come tired at home and cook for you. Why can't your man understand that you want him to have a little rest lately?

You finished preparing the dinner and were waiting for him but then he texted you he would be late again. That made your mood a little bit gloomy. You had dinner alone, took a bath, and now you were in bed alone.

You stretch your hand to the side where Artem usually sleeps. You sigh cause you miss him. You leave a text but no reply and while waiting for that you fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, you feel a warm palm brushing against your stomach. You feel your husband's warm presence behind you. You stretch your hand to pull him closer, "When did you return?"

You look at the nightstand, the digital clock reads 02:45 AM. "Just a minute ago or something." Artem's deep voice lingers in the darkness near your ear as he pulls your back closer to his chest. A sudden heat rises down your core.

You speak softly, "Artem-"

"Yes baby," He kisses your neck. You let out a soft moan. The cedarwood scent his washed heavily in exhaustion from the long day he must have had.

"You must be tired, Artem." He's still in his work clothes.

"I wrapped up everything and hurried back to you." He leaves a bite on your earlobe. His other hand still rubbing on your stomach and sliding a bit down. You exhale sharply. It's almost been a week since Artem and you had sex. You sense the urgency of need in his movement reflecting something similar to yours.

"Artem… You don't have to tonight--"

He stops, "Are you tired? I can cuddle you to sleep." But his hand says otherwise as it slides up into your t-shirt around your breasts.

"Artem-It's not-" He pinches your nipples. The air almost halts passing down your throat.

"You smell so good, baby," His warm breath touches your cold skin when he buries his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply, "I miss having meals with you, I miss bathing with you." He pulls your body closer filling the depth between your bodies, "I fucking missed you."

Before you could respond he tucks your hair under his finger and attacks your nape with wet kisses, "Baby, I need you." He brushes his growing bulge on your ass.

"I need you too." It trembles you more when he tilts your face to access your lips and before that, you witness a pure hunger of desire in his eyes.

He claims your lips between his and deepens the kiss, fondling and massaging your breasts. You moan in between and feel his lips curling, "Fuck. I missed you more." He slides down and leaves wet kisses on your tits. You brush your fingers into his soft hair. You love when he fucks you in his work clothes. It just does something to you. It crumbles your walls and your husband knows it well.

In seconds he removes your t-shirt and throws it on the floor leaving you naked in your panty. He sits on his knees in between you. His burning stare flames up your skin. You try covering your tits with your hand. His blazing gaze in taking every inch detail of your body, "Baby, you remember? You said last week you want to have kids."

Nothing could have prepared you for hearing, that. It makes your eyes widen in shock, "I-What?"

Artem removes his jacket while responding, "You said it's time we finally have a kid." Your clits believe that's the sweetest thing she has heard. Having kids. Damn, you don't even remember you mentioned it.

"Artem, I don't remember much."

He removes his tie. You love how he's s giving you the best strip show. Cause you have told Artem before for a thousand times how much you love and get turned on seeing him like this. Your hips move and he smiles staring straight into your eyes, "The app we use to track your cycle says you are ovulating, babe."

"Artem-" Your voice hitches when he uncuffs his sleeves and starts rolling up to his elbows.

"Isn't that great? I can impregnate you tonight."

When he catches you not replying to his questions. He leans down, flexing his forearm muscles. Your man is on a mission today.

"Tell me, darling, are you ovulating?"

You don't know how to hide your flushed face, "Maybe, I'm not sure."

When his face is near yours you notice his bare chest visible under his unbuttoned shirt. You trace your fingers over the delicate chain that hung around his neck that you gifted him a few years back.

His hand brushes on your hips, pulling you closer to his center. You breathe hitches and you make a sound.

"I'm gonna ask you for the final time, baby. Do you want me to fuck you raw tonight?" You melt right away. Artem knows what he's doing tonight.

You nod, "Yes I wanna have kids, Artem."

That shifts something in his azure eyes and now they appear to be darker. He pushes his hip against your center, You feel his bulge through his pants.

You moan.

"You want to feel it deep inside, right baby?."

"Artem-"

With that, you hear him unbuckling his belt. It excites you too much and you can feel yourself drenching your panty. You have not been on birth control for a few months now but Artem always uses condoms anyway. It's been months that you have felt him raw.

His stare never leaves yours as he goes down and halts near your cunt, his lips touch your covered clits but it still sends shivers. His other hand glides up to massage your breasts you can feel his cold metal wristwatch and the wedding ring against your skin.

He caresses your clit through your panty. His index and middle finger slowly pull down your panty uncovering your pussy for him. His long fingers touch your sensitive bud and you can't stop holding your cries, "Artem…" Your hips start buckling up.

The desperation in your eyes, makes him catch your desire and even he no longer can control himself. His blood rushes down and he wanna fuck you. He's dying to do that but he's too turned on and might hurt you being too rough. Despite, your loving him and giving you the deepest thrusts but he gotta be human tonight however, he wanna fuck you like an animal in a rut.

He straightens himself on his knees and pulls out your panty while supporting your lifted legs with his other hand. That leaves a soft shrill in your mouth.

He unzips his pants exciting you even more. He loves how your eyes are hungry staring at the bulged form under his brief. He blushes when you bite your lower lips staring at him pulling out his cock.

"Artem, Can I taste it?" That makes his heartbeat knock louder.

Before he could have replied you are already pushing yourself up and sit between in front of him and staring down to access his veiny dick. He doesn't stop you once you start bending. He feels you stroke his dick with your wet tongue. He grips your hair, slowly, "Just a taste baby, cause tonight I wanna cum inside you."

You nod obediently, putting your mouth against his tip, and sucking on it, Artem blood rushes in the direction wherever your tongue trails. It was going to be tough for him to not fuck your mouth. Cause he loves your little skillful mouth. He moans and you take him down your throat. You love how he was looking down at you and gripping your hair. His hips started thrusting but he also started cursing, "Baby, Please stop I wanna be inside you."

But you don't, you want a taste of him and when you almost go to use your hands, he pulls out. It is visible how hard it is for him to do that. His eyes are hungry.

Artem pushes you on your back and lifts your legs, trapping you between his knees and bending you in a mating position. His thick cock penetrates you. You moan loudly feeling your walls stretch, "Artem-Arte-It hurts."

That doesn't stop him from pushing into more, "Baby, Your pussy loves when I'm rough with you." You can't deny it at all.

His pelvis rubs your clits sweetly giving him more access to be deep inside you. He starts thrusting and moaning.

Your hips respond to get in sync. He kisses your lips making you moan. It didn't even take a moment for him to increase the pace and pound inside you faster.

"Artem-"

Every thrust sends you into oblivion.

His cock hits your sweet spot every time, you melt right away. His hand grips your leg to support him in penetrating deeply. He pushes inside you. He loves staring at your bouncy tits, "Fuck, Baby you will have my kids."

"Artem." You moan in response.

Continuous thrusting and his possessive dirty talk about making you pregnant leave your mind numb and flooding with pleasures.

He bends to take your lips between his, "You're gonna look so beautiful baby. With a swollen stomach and tits." With that he bites in your moans, leading you close to your climax.

Your eyes start tearing up as his thrusts keep getting faster.

"I will fuck you till you get pregnant baby."

You almost reached climax hearing that. He looks down between you both and he enjoys how his raw dick enters your moist pussy, "Your pussy is so obedient to me."

His gentlemanly attire makes him look sinister.

"Artem'm coming. Please go harder-"

His hand bends your leg more and he starts pounding more harshly inside you. You cry and he studies your expression, "Cum for me sweetheart."

With that, you shatter down and his pounds chase your orgasm and you clench your cunt around him feeling him coming inside you too. He bites on your throat and leaves a few marks around your neck till his hips forcefully pound inside you. Your hips move in sync against his till he milks you walk. His satisfying grunts surround the air as he fills you up.

You wanna pass out. The after-effects leave you both breathing heavily. He pulls out and stares when you leak his cum. There's something animalistic in his look when he presses his finger around your cunt and pushes inside to make it stop leaking.

"Artem-" You mewl.

"I guess I have to fuck you again, tonight."

#tears of themis #artem wing #artem wing smut #zuo ran #marius von hagen #luke pearce #vyn ritcher #smut #tot artem #artem smut #artem x reader #artem wing x reader #artem x rosa

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skylersprompts · 6 months

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DC x DP Prompt *12*

Phantom knew that all of this would end badly, really. But as soon as he heard that Skulker was trying to get the pelt of the Superman he knew that he didn't really have a choice.

So he flew to Metropolis to rescue the struggling hero. When he reached them, it was worse than he thought.

Skulker was wrecking havoc without regards for the civilians, while he tried to catch Superman. The hero on the other hand was at least still standing and evading the ghost. But he also couldn't land a single hit. If Danny would let them be, this fight would go on forever or till Superman tired out.

So while Skulker shot another Missile at the Kryptonian, Danny flew invisible behind him and shot an ectoblast in his back. After a short fight with a lot of banter, Skulker found himself in the thermos and Danny and Superman landed on a rooftop.

"Thank you for your assistance! I don't think I recognize you, but I'm glad that you came to my aid against this unknown enemy", the Man of Steel smiled at him and really, Danny should have just nodded, gone invisible and fly of. But... Superman was a real life alien! A founder of the Justice League! Someone who had been to space missions! So yeah, he was a little starstruck.

"No problem, really! It was somewhat my fault... We just talked while fighting and somehow you came up and he just flew straight here, because he wanted to add your pelt to his collection. Normally he only really hunts me...", and his brain to mouth filter didn't work again, great Fenton.

Superman looked concerned for a moment, before he hid it behind an awkward smile. "I suppose he is one of your rouges then? I'm glad to see that someone with your abilities uses them to protect humanity like he should."

And that was enough to shift his expression of Superman. Just because he had these powers, didn't obligated him to protect anyone, except his own hunt and subjects! And Skulker was more of a friend nowadays, he just had become to excited because of a super rare alien and his obsession had kicked in in full force, because they hadn't really found a healthy outlet yet. Just hunting Danny every few weeks when the young adult had time between college classes wasn't really enough.

"You should consider joining us and show us how to defend ourself against a rouge like this", the superhero said, without realizing the shift in Danny's demeanour.

"He isn't really a rouge anymore... It's just a bit of a work in progress still. I also wouldn't really qualify as a member for you little team, since in terms of my species I'm still a literal baby. And I don't think that all of you will still be around when I'm considered an adult or even a teenager. So the answer is No, I won't be a child soldier for the League, nor will I tell you how to hurt my friends", Danny huffed with crossed arms, just to turn invisible then and fly off, not caring for the fact that the other hero seemed to be blue screening.

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brawlstars-dragon-au · 5 months

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Sketch dump time! A whole bunch of requests from the crazy ex-bird app

In Order: Maisie, Pam, Colette, Buster, Chester, Chuster ❤️🧡 (and a teeny Gus), Leon and Sandy (Leondy 💚💜), Bull, El Primo, and Mandy!

Extra notes about each sketch:

Maisie:

Her breath attack is a condensed foam material, similar to that of a fire extinguisher. Using a gas similar to a pressurized CO² (based on gas-based fire extinguishers!), she shoots it out at high speeds. These hits can potentially cause frostbite and even severe damage to the body if left unattended. She's quite powerful in this AU due to this ability 👀👀 being able to put out the fires and overpower another dragon's breath? Now THAT'S some queen moves right there! She can also simply spray out the foam substance at short range without that pressurized gas. This helps with more close range fire fighting work.

Her right wing and front leg were undeveloped, a disability she'd had since she hatched. However! With the help of mechanics, she uses these prosthetics to help her fly. Still gotta test out how to draw it to make sense, as well as sort out how it stays in place. I've been using inspiration from Toothless (HTTYD) and his tail that Hiccup made.

Pam:

Pam is a bulkier dragon, very much on the larger side of all of them. I'm at odds with myself to figure out whether ot not she'll have wings 🤔 so I had two copies there! Perhaps her wings may be a bit smaller if I do give her them.

Pam spits out molten magma that's stored up inside her as an attack. However, it can also be chunks of scrap metal that she stores up. Otherwise, it's just magma.

Though I didn't draw this, I want Pam to be very resilient to fire in general, as her species/family of dragon use their ability to spew this magma (technically Lava after ut leaves her body? I'll do more research on this...) in order to craft and shape metal. While other dragons need to spend some time to build up a fire hot enough, the Junker family line is able to do this much more easily. (Amber is a close second, though)

Her skin has the ability to crack and seep up lava out of it, potentially coating her body in this to give herself a temporary lava shield, something extremely hard to break through. (In the future, little Jessie may also be able to do this... however, Pam doesn't think she's ready at the moment and avoids the topic or any ideas of teaching her how.)

Colette:

Colette flies in a sort of funny way, twirling around and flapping her wings to maintain somewhat of a chaotic flight pattern. Think of a snake slithering through the sky, but with large wings and the grace of... a teenage dragon (not much, but it does work).

When she gets better at flying...pray and hope she isn't able to catch up to her favourite brawlers cause she isn't ever gonna let go of them 💀 It makes for a great attack, actually! Charging at enemies and coiling around them like a snake to prevent movement, like a big hug ❤️ she just loves everyone SO much 😍

Buster:

Finally kinda set on a design for this funky guy! He's a larger dragon (smaller than El Primo or Frank, but still definitely up there in size)

His wings never quite grew fully, so he wouldn't be able to fly 😔 however, that'll never stop him and his dreams of being a cool movie star 🧡🧡

Buster, at the heart of it, is an unstoppable force when he sets his mind to something. He'll charge in with the same ferocity as his favouite protagonists, rivalling the audacity and hard-headed nature of even Bull! All while doing so for his friends 💪 we love Buster in this AU frfr

Chester:

Chester always has theatrics when he flies. Flips, spins, and fun aerodynamic movements up in the sky! He's gotta compensate for his lack of speed compared to other wyverns after all, but he thinks he's pretty great 😎

Loved drawing this kinda unique pose tbh! That's what I loved with these drawings, I got to experiment without really thinking too much for em with how polished and clean that look. It was very fun! 🔥

Chuster ft. Gus❤️🧡:

We love some goofy gays here 🥹❤️🧡 I just wanted to let em have a little nuzzle + smooch! Dragons don't necessarily kiss, but little side boops like this are the equivalent of a cheek kiss.

Also, a little Gus on the side 🥹🥹 I love this sort of found family dynamic that have! Buster being the cool dad vibe/big bro to Gus, and then Buster being in a relationship with Chester so that he's also a cool dad too 😎 Gus loved these two guys from the very start, they're funny 🤭 never a boring day for these silly lads.

Leondy 💚💜:

My beloveds 🤲 I really do cherish the ship, as well as strong friendship Sandy and Leon have. (Btw in my HCs, Leon and Sandy are 13 & 14 respectively, just to clear that up!)

Sandy, I've mentioned a few times, is very inspired by Capybaras, so Leon finding one is just perfect 🤭 silly little deadpan face lads.

Bull:

BULLDOZERRRR- What a lad! Bull is inspired by- uh, Bulls! Great creatures, large bodies and thick necks to support those headstrong charges 🐂 I love making his posture all confident, strong steps to say, "Yeah. You TRY and stand up to me. I DARE you." Don't wanna mess with him on most days 🏃‍♀️💨💨

El Primo:

Still figuring out a full-body for El Primo, bit he's roughly the same size as Bull! (Maybe a bit bigger)

El Primo has got really small wings, similar to his El Dragón skin. Even his scales and horns are inspired by that mostly! Love when characters have preexisting dragon themed skins 🤭 makes it a lot easier to make ideas!

His "mask" is actually just body paint. He has similar paint on his body, really showing off the vibrant colours and persona he puts on for the crowds.

He WILL beat up his enemies into a pulp in matches. Thank goodness there's the gem powered regeneration and the respawn system in place 😭 I plan to give him a very strong body and tail, enough to support him when he needs to go on his hind legs and overpower his opponents. Buster is designed in a similar way as well!

Mandy:

Last but not least, the Queen of Candy herself. Not even the Dragon AU let's her escape fast food work 😔😔

Her super attack is purely a magical sugar-based rainbow blast, as shown in the sketch. Also, I'm now realizing that I forgot her red spots oml- No wonder she looks so empty 💀 uhh sorry about that, lads 😭 I'll redraw her one day to show off that glowing effect of her spots 🥹🥹

And that's all! Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Hopefully I can make more of these sketch dumps 🤭✨️ maybe take reqs from here too! We shall see. Take care y'all!

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scekrex · 1 month

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Hi!! This is the same Anon who requested the Sinner! Adam x reader with one sided AdamsApple. I wanted to say that I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. You write them so well 😭 I would really love a part 2 of it if you could make one, especially seeing more of the dynamic between them after Charlie walks them both to talk with Adam + Reader. (again FULLY your choice if you even do this + feel free to take any creative liberties OFC!)

AdamsApple is such an angst ridden ship and I love every second of the dynamic, even if it’s in a one sided relationship!

Have a great rest of your day ❤️❤️

Dude I absolutely love you/p for requesting a second part bc their dynamic causes my brain to go brrrrrr so here ya go <3

Part 1

This hurts me like hell, feel like the angel who fell

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & angst

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“Lucifer,” you beamed at the blonde man who looked somewhat uncomfortable. Given Adam's reaction to your cheerful welcome Lucifer wasn't the only one though. The first man was quick to wrap his wings around your body in protection. Logically the brunette knew that you were safe, that you weren't gonna leave him but emotionally it was hard to deal with.

“You haven't been around in a while, what have you been up to?” you offered him a warm smile that Lucifer copied as well as he could. It wasn't your fault after all, he couldn't blame you for loving Adam, not when he himself was in love with the first man. It had been an unlucky accident that Adam had fallen for you instead of Lucifer - he had been locked up in his tower, suffering from yet another depressive episode while you had been there. You had been there to take care of the brunette.

The devil however tried to appear as cheerful as possible when he responded to your question, there was no good reason to bring the mood down, not when neither of you were responsible for how things had ended up. Emotions weren't controllable after all. “Oh you know,” he tried to make the grin on his lips as natural as possible - it seemingly worked out, “A little bit of this, a little bit of that, ruling hell is a full time job after all.” Adam huffed at that and Lucifer had to bite down on the inside of his cheek in order not to look down at the brunette. “Yeah right, I bet you still make those fucking pathetic rubber ducks,” the former angel sounded pissed and Lucifer partly understood why. He had never apologized to Adam for what had happened in Eden, for the drama with Adam's wives. Lucifer remained silent for a moment, you however managed to unintentionally cover the devil's back, “Don’t be a fucking asshole about it,” you hissed at the man underneath you and slapped his chest, that only made the first man tighten his hold on you and his wings were now covereing every single inch of your body. The feathers of his wings weren't bright golden anymore, they had changed to black. So it was quite dark for you once Adam's wings had also covered your face. “Yeah? So you're on the devil's side now?” Lucifer recognized the jealousy in Adam's voice immediately, he wanted to assure the other male that he had nothing to worry about as he raised his voice again, “Adam, I'm not interested in him, I-” but the brunette turned his face towards the fallen angel and interrupted him, “You’re not interested in him, huh? Just like you weren't fucking interested in Lilith once she had been given to me? How you weren't fucking interested in Eve once Lilith bored you? You're not fucking interested, you never are and yet you always fucking take what's made to be mine, so up your fucking ass, Lucifer.” Adam's voice sounded venomous, it was filled with honest hatred towards the devil and Lucifer understood. The former angel was right after all, whenever someone had been given to Adam, Lucifer had taken them from him and who was to say that it wouldn't happen again? Well Lucifer was to say because he wasn't interested in you, but Adam didn't believe him and the former leader of the exorcists had every right to do so.

“I think that's-” Charlie tried to calm the conversation down but Lucifer talked over her, “I’m sorry Adam.” The brunette rolled his eyes, clearly not believing the blonde a single word - and once again Lucifer understood.

Because back in Eden Lucifer and Adam had been close, closer than friends yet not close enough to be considered lovers. What they had was special and Lucifer would forever remember their bond. They had been kissing - Lucifer had been Adam's first. There had been no one else back then, it was before Lilith had been created. And in return Adam had shown Lucifer pleasure. The devil remembered their time in Eden so vividly, like it was a movie playing inside his mind, a movie that was set up to be a romance but fell apart and turned into war.

“Of fucking course you are,” Adam turned his head to face the ceiling instead of Lucifer. It was hard for the first man to be around the person he had once considered his best friend and yet said friend had been the one causing him to drown in so much pain. Adam had died alone because both of his ex wives had been with the fallen angel, there had been no one, just him. And now Lucifer decided to apologize? An apology wouldn't make up for the pain he had felt, his trust towards Lucifer had been broken and Adam had sworn himself to never trust him again.

You pushed Adam's wings out of the way to look at your boyfriend, his expression was cold and you immediately knew he was bottling up the sadness Lucifer's presence caused. Adam had never truly told you much about the devil, Eden or his human life in general. But you understood, it must have been hard for Adam, to be stuck in the place that he despised more than anything. Surrounded by the person that had ruined his life. You gently cupped his face and he seemed to relax at least a little.

Lucifer watched the both of you, watched carefully how Adam's tense body softened once your hands were onto his face, once your lips gently kissed his jaw. He tore his eyes away from the scene, he knew it wasn't healthy for him. It would only worsen his already unstable mental state. His heart was already being torn apart by razor sharp claws, he didn't need to sprinkle salt into the wound. He patted Charlie's shoulder gently, offered you a gentle smile as you looked at the devil apologetic. The fallen angel didn't blame you, he liked you actually. You had no fault in all of this, it had been his own very fault, he should have done better and maybe then he would be cuddling with Adam, but he hadn't done better, he had fucked up.

So now he had to live with the consequences.

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lolasimms · 1 year

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a lots gonna change pt.4

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues and things change.

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Your home felt lighter with the presence of your sister. She'd spent the better part of her visit getting her niece to warm up to her. The crisp spring weather allowed for the four of you to indulge in picnics, spend time at the beach and shop at different farmers markets.

Lila had taken an instant liking to your sister, and you were glad to see the two get along. While Nara was here, you're sure she attended at least 15 tea parties over the course of two weeks, who's to say she didn't enjoy them, after all she loved the role of Aunt.When the day came, you were sad to see her go, but nobody expected the outburst Lila was to cause when she caught wind of her aunts departure. She whined and whined, which made Nara feel guilty but you quickly promised that she'd be able to visit her soon enough. As a treat, Ellie agreed that Lila come with her to the airport to see off her aunt, and to your surprise she was happy with the compromise.

The house felt hollow without the extra presence of your sister, making you feel somewhat sad. The days following her departure felt like the feeling when you'd return from a vacation, and long to go back, home not feeling like it usually did. Except the vacation in question was Nara. You missed your sister dearly and the quietness of the house wasn't helping.

It was now 12 in the afternoon and you were sat on one of the bar stools, eating away at a tasteless bowl of soggy oats. Ellie had set out for an early workout around 8, so she would be back anytime now. You were surprised however, when you hadn't heard any noise from your daughter, which was weird, as she was usually up before you on most mornings. You shrug it off, thinking maybe it's just the hard work and play from preschool that's got her burnt out, after all she was still settling into the routine of consistently attending school. You gaze outside the window, that grants you access to the backyard and smile once you notice your cherry trees had begun to bloom. You'd make a reminder to show Lila once she'd awoken.

You're scrolling on your phone, looking through emails when you are startled by a set of hands grabbing at your waist and the loud sound of ...

"Boo!" Ellie laughs as you shriek loudly in fear.

"What the fuck, was that for" you groan as you clutch your chest , the rate of your heartbeat increasing from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

"I'm sorry baby it was the perfect moment, I had too" she laughs, bringing her head down to kiss you. You accept it and then pull back taking a look at her. Her hair is damp with sweat, and her face is flushed red.

"Whatever, I'll only forgive you cause you look really good right now" you roll your eyes at her as she gives you the biggest smirk.

"Really, you like me all hot and sweaty?" She's returned to kissing you, while also speaking into your mouth, which leaves you all hot and bothered.

"Yeah" you squeak, causing her to laugh at how much of an effect she has on you post workout.

"Where's Lila?" She questions, as she moves to the fridge, and reaches for the water pitcher.

"I think she's still sleeping"

"Really, she's usually up at like 6, that's not like her" she lifts the glass up to her mouth, her eyebrows remain raised.

"That's true, I should probably go check on her" you make your way off of the bar stool and rush up the stairs to Lila's room.

You open the door and hear her whispering, letting you know that she's awake. You enter, expecting her to stand from her crib and call out to you but instead, she stays lying down and you can faintly hear her gurgling.

"Lila?" You ask as you walk towards her crib. Lila turns her little face towards you, and you're immediately filled with worry. Her face is red and she's breathing heavily while small tears drip down her cheeks.

"Baby?" You rush to pick her up. Your baby's skin is burning hot, and you can tell she's got a fever.

You go into to Lila's bathroom as fast as you can in search of a wash cloth. Once you've found it you wet the cloth with cool water and dart back to the crib to wash your daughter's face with it. She murmurs quietly, but doesn't fight off the cloth, nor does she pull it to her face.

Pity swells deep in your belly as you watch your daughter tiredly yawn. Lila is usually picky with water, she either loves it or she hates it. So seeing such a neutral reaction from her is odd, this isn't like her at all.

You finish wiping her face, and she is coated in sweat. Her breathing is still ragged and she continuously takes deep breaths, fighting for air and that's the final straw for you.

Despite the weight of your daughter, you quickly make your way down the stairs, to the kitchen where Ellie is stood, looking down at the stove. "Baby!" you call out to her.

She lurches forward at the sound of your panicked voice and turns. "What's wrong y/n?" She asks, shocked. "What's wrong?" She asks, again, rushing over to you as you make your way towards her, with your sickly child in your arms.

"It's Lila," you say, trying to keep the stress out of your voice. "She's really feverish, sweaty, she seems to be in pain, she's struggling to breathe..."you say as you look down at her.

Her face goes ashen. "Let me see her," she says, already reaching out her toned arms.

Lila whines as you hand her over to Ellie and she takes her in her arms. She rubs a hand across her forehead. Her eyebrows creasing.

"I'm going to make a doctor's appointment" she sighs.

Lila's paediatrician came to the conclusion that it was just a common cold, and her breathing would be compromised because of some nasal damage she had endured during her birth. Both you and Ellie were instructed to keep watch on her and ensure she was medicated every few hours. You found that your daughter was extremely irritable when sick, refusing to let you or Ellie engage in any activities that did not include giving her attention. Unfortunately for her, the weekend was coming to an end meaning you'd be returning to work the next day.

"Sleep with momma ?" Lila asks Ellie as she carry's her up the stairs. Her head rests on her shoulder, giving you a view of your daughter's tired face, as you follow behind them.

"No baby, you've got to sleep in your crib and be a big girl" as soon as the words leave her mouth, she begins to whine. You couldn't wait until this sickness passed so her clinginess would stop. Ellie sighs and begins to rub her back, just as you make it to the top of the staircase.

"Fine, you'll sleep with us, baby. Don't cry" she gives in to her and she tiredly smiles over her shoulder. You make it into the bedroom, and Ellie changes her into a comfortable set of pyjamas whilst you slip into your night gown.

The three of you sleep together throughout the night, keeping your child calm and soothed whenever she'd cough, sneeze or heave. Lila's tears eventually fade, and she relaxes between the two of you, drifting into a restless sleep.

Ellie's eyes nearly gleam pure green in the dark of the room, as she lifts her head to look you in the eyes. "I... she begins. "I never knew it was possible to love someone this much" she whispers, so as to keep Lila from waking up. "I adore her so much, she's...she's the best thing to have ever happened to me, aside from you."

She reaches out to stroke Lila's face, and her sleeping form nuzzles into her. "I'm so lucky, so so lucky, to have the two of you in my life." She gives the statement, a pang of guilt surges throughout her body, seeing the irony behind her claims.

You smile at her and speak. "M-me too..."

"I never knew it was possible to love someone as strongly as I do you and her," you whisper, as you press your cheek against her hand. She strokes your skin with her thumb before letting go and smiling at you.

"I love you, so much" she whispers gently"

"I love you more" you reply, slowly shutting your eyes and holding a protective arm over your daughter that reaches Ellie. She takes your hand and you fall asleep this way.

Once you're beaten by sleep, Ellie slowly treks down the staircase and retreats to the outdoor patio. Your words cause guilt to spread within her, making her feel like a piece of shit. She was selfish and she knew it, the only thing that let her sleep most nights was denial, denial that what she was doing was wrong. She knew it was time. She had finally decided that tonight she would cut all ties with her. Her, the other woman that is. She contemplates on whether or not she wants to do it, looking down at the contact name with a sickness. The look on your face as you confessed your love and dedication to both her and her child pops into her mind and she finally presses dial.

"Ellie?" Her voice rings through her ears, she can tell she had been sleeping.

"Hi, I- we need to talk"

"Oh- ok... I?" she rambles on, and she can't help but feel even more guilty. She was destroying two lives and it never registered to her that Amelia too had feelings.

"Look, this needs to end, for real this time." Ellie finally lets the words come out of her mouth.

"You said that last time, and still fucked me the next day" she laughs, not taking her words to be serious.

"No, I - I mean it this time. I have a kid and a wife, who I very much love."

"If you really loved her, you wouldn't have cheated on her for what... 5 months straight?" She's being a smart ass, as she knows it will get to her.

"I don't care ok, I'm done. I realised now that this was a huge mistake, I love her and my daughter and I can't keep being selfish, we're done. I don't want us to be on bad terms, if you want some money I'll give it to you, whatever you want just leave my family alone" the silence is deafening and she sits their waiting for a reply from her.

"Fine. But just so you know Ellie, you're making a big mistake." She scoffs and ends the call immediately. Deleting her contact off of her phone and shakes her head, who did she think she was to threaten her? Although she's angry she also feels like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders, and she can now be the mother and wife both you and Lila deserve. Her affair was just a minor bump in the road, nobody needed to know about it. It was a secret she would have to carry to her grave.

She returns to the bedroom to find Lila fast asleep, with her hands gripping your nightgown, she slowly shuts the door behind her and makes her way to the bed. She sets herself down slowly, as to not wake the both of you up but you are risen from your sleep when you hear the rustling of the comforter.

"Honey?" You question tiredly as you squint, trying to make of her shadowed figure.

"Shhh, go back to bed baby" she whispers, while sweetly stroking your shoulders and you obey.

"She'll be fine, just go or you'll be late to work" Ellie is-currently shooing you from the house, as you're reluctant on whether or not you should call off work for Lila's sake. She assures you that she'll be fine and you finally give in and make your way out the door.

"It's very interesting, it's so good to have someone so passionate on this topic to talk to, all my friends think I'm a bore" Abby says, as the both of you chat away in your office.

"I 100% agree, my partner previously worked in this field but now she thinks it's a mundane line of work, which to me is quite offensive" you say, making sure to mock Ellie's voice at just the right pitch.

"You're kidding?" She feigns shocked.

"No I swear, she said it was boring. Which is why she switched to pursuing law, she always been good at arguments."

"She sounds pretentious" she says, with a smile.

"Oh she is, but in the best way possible" you say, a smile on your face just thinking about your wife.

Abby hums and the two of you are interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, the vibrations coming from inside your desks draw compartment. You apologise to Abby for the interruption and pull your phone out to check on who was calling.

Incoming call, Ellie

"Speaking of the devil, she's calling right now, excuse me for a sec" she silently nods, at your request and you answer the call.

"Everything okay honey?"

"No, Lila won't stop crying, she says she wants you" she sounds exhausted and you can hear the sounds of your child crying in the background.

"Babe, I can't leave work right now" you retort, smiling at Abby as she looks at you with raised eyebrows, her way of teasing.

"So what do I do, she won't stop?" Ellie sounds desperate and you wish dearly to put her out of her misery, but you couldn't leave work, it was only your second week back and you wanted to make up for the year you had spent away.

"Why don't you bring her here, come for a little visit. It's almost my lunch break anyways" she sighs and agrees, and you're happy to come to a conclusion that benefits all.

"Everything okay?" Abby asks as you set your phone down on the desk.

"Yeah, just my kid. She's been sick recently and she wants to see me. Her moms going to bring her over... probably spend my lunch break with them" she gives a strange pout and you smile at her, confused.

"What's the pout for?" You question, bringing your hands to sit under your chin.

"We always spend lunch break together" you swallow at that, was she trying to flirt with you?

"Oh my god" you shake your head at her silliness.

"What? It's true. How could you put your daughter over me?" She pretends to act offended, which only makes you laugh.

"Your funny, plus I would never put my daughter over you, what kind of mother would that make me?" You play along with her joke and she can't help but smile bashfully at you.

Abby decided to leave you to complete some work, and you were certainly relieved when she made her way out of your office. Sure she was nice, but you couldn't help but feel like she was getting a tad bit too friendly. She knew you were in a relationship right? It's not like you hadn't brought up the fact that you had a wife and a child more than once, so why did she feel comfortable just openly flirting with you?

The sound of your desk phone rings and you reach for it and answer.

"Ms. Y/ln, speaking how can I help you?"

"Y/n, this is Uyen, your wife is here requesting to see you, should I let her up?"

"Ofcourse"

Your office door opens, and in comes Ellie, with a tired looking Lila sat in her arms, her other hand carries a bag of what you were assuming was takeout.

"Mommy" Lila reaches out to you and you happily walk over to Ellie and take her into your arms. You kiss her temple and lean forward towards Ellie. She meets you halfway for a brief kiss and then proceeds to kiss your temple.

"I got you lunch, figured it would be easier than leaving" she says as she places the brown paper bag on the coffee table.

"Thanks honey, how's her fever?" You ask as you sit down on the couch and press your hands on Lila's neck and forehead.

"Fevers going down but her nose is still blocked"

"Poor thing" you say, looking down at your daughter who's head is tucked into your chest. Ellie makes quick work at opening the paper bag and handing you three different boxes of food.

"Stir fry?" You question.

"And spring rolls and dumplings and a fortune cookie" she smiles, knowing these were your favourites.

"I could kiss you right now!" You exclaim.

"Please do" she smirks, before setting the wooden cutlery down and leaning in for a kiss, you lean towards her to grant her her wish. Lila whines again and you roll your eyes at her theatrics.

"Can I put you down on the armchair, so I can eat?" You question and she shakes he head, no.

"So I can't eat my lunch?" You feign shocked at the drama she's putting on display.

"Stay with mommy" she holds onto you tighter and you sigh. You'd be eating lunch with a toddler in your lap and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Lila give mommy a break" Ellie says and she simply looks at her and musters the best eye roll she can. Both you and Ellie are amazed at her attitude and can't help but laugh.

"Where did she learn that?" She asks, her eyes wide and bewildered by her daughters newfound display of attitude.

"I don't even know" you laugh, then cover your mouth. This wasn't the kind of behaviour you would want her to think was okay, but you'd let it slide only because she was sick and easily irritable. You continue eating, occasionally feeding Lila, whenever she'd allow you to. You take a sip of your bottled water, when there's a knock at your office door.

"Am I interrupting?" Abby asks as she walks into the office, with a grin on her face.

"Oh of-course not Abby, have a seat" you say, slightly glancing to Ellie who is seated next to you, expressionless. Abby sits on the armchair opposite the couch and smiles at Ellie.

"This is my wife, Ellie and this is my very grumpy daughter, Lila" you lift Lila's hands and wave to Abby. She irritably brings it back down and nuzzles deeper into you.

"Nice to meet you Ellie, and Lila, she's very cute" you whisper a small thank you. And Ellie finally breaks her silence.

"Nice to meet you to Abby" she says and Abby nods at her.

"I didn't want to break our tradition so I figured I'd bring you a cupcake from the cafe" Abby holds out the clear box and you delightfully accept the treat.

"Oh, thank-you, I was craving one of these all day" you inspect the cupcake and place it on the coffee table.

"What's your tradition?" Ellie interrupts, looking from you to Abby.

"Oh y/n and I spend our lunch breaks together, at the cafe downstairs, they've got great food" Abby says and Ellie nods.

"We'll, just thought I'd deliver the treat to you myself. But I should get going, wouldn't want to interrupt family time" she stands up and shakes Ellie's hand and then makes her way over to you, leaving a kiss on your cheek. If you could, you're sure you would be blushing from embarrassment. Abby leaves the office and Ellie's fists are clenched.

"I don't like her" she mutters, turning to look at you.

"Ellie, I-" you're cut off before you can even complete your sentence.

"Who the fuck is she to be bringing you TrEaTs" she mocks Abby's voice.

"Are you seriously mad?" You're laughing now, the fact that she found there to be any competition between herself and Abby was humorous to you.

"Yes and the kiss on the cheek, really?" You shift Lila in your laps and continue looking at Ellie.

"Everyone does that it's etiquette"

"Fuck etiquette, this isn't France" you can't help but laugh at her clever joke.

"Enough of that, can we just enjoy the rest of our lunch break in peace? As a family" you make sure to add in the last part as you know it will coax her well enough to drop the subject of Abby.

"Fine" she mumbles, trying to suppress a smile. You shake your head at her pettiness and reach for your fortune cookie.

"Okay fortune cookie time, but remember we can't tell each other okay?" She reaches for her cookie and nods.

'Your road to glory will be rocky, but fulfilling'

"Oooo mine is really good, what about yours baby?" You question as you scrunch your fortune and make a mental note to remember it. Ellie opens her cookie and proceeds to read her fortune.

'A guilty conscience, needs no accuser'

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xothatnerdykid · 7 months

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love you like oxygen

Your pro hero boyfriend has barely been home the past few weeks because of his hectic schedule, so you decide to surprise him when's patrolling one night and steal some of his time (as well as a few kisses). Aizawa Shouta x fem! reader. Sliiiight NSFW (definitely suggestive, bordering on foreplay). 1.3k words.

Dating Shouta could be hard sometimes. His life is a constant juggle between being a UA teacher by day, a pro hero by night, and a single dad to 23 kids on top of being your boyfriend. So, of course, you understand it can be challenging to find some quality time with him.

Although you’ve only been together for less than a year, you don't really go out on dates anymore. Because when you used to eat out at quiet restaurants or take a walk through the park, he usually couldn't make it through the whole date without getting an urgent phone call about school or his hero work, and then having to excuse himself. Eventually, you get so tired of having to finish your dinner by yourself or go home alone that you start spending most of your free time waiting for him in his apartment.

Most days he gets home at a somewhat reasonable hour, all things considered, and you happily spend your time together eating the dinner you cooked for him and just lounge around and talk until you fall asleep. Then you like to lie in bed in the morning and watch him gear up and get ready, even helping him shave or share a coffee together before he has to kiss you goodbye while you start getting ready for work, too. It’s nice, you think, to share all these mundane moments of everyday life with him.

But he’s been coming home so late the past few days that you’re usually already asleep. And the only thing you wake up to is a plate of breakfast on the table and a little text telling you to have a great day.

After two weeks, you decide you’re tired of missing him and get off work early to surprise him.

You briefly wonder if it was even a good idea to come looking for him when he’s out on patrol, given the hectic (and dangerous) nature of his work. You didn't want to get in the way or distract him too much from anything important he might be doing, especially not if it meant putting anyone at risk.

So you call Hizashi to ask if he might know where your boyfriend is, and you tell him about your little plan. He says it should be fine if you catch him by the time he’s usually on break, and he helps you track Shouta’s patrol route for the night. You thank him before you hang up and head out.

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Although you had meant to surprise him, you suppose he’s just too good at his job to let you. You startle a little when he catches you, and you turn around to face him. He’s hanging upside down from a fire escape with his goggles obscuring his eyes.

You don’t doubt that it’d be an intimidating sight to anyone else; this tall, imposing man, blending in so well with the dark and moving so quickly and quietly in the shadows. But seeing him silhouetted against the glow of the city lights with a small smirk playing on his lips just makes you realise how much you miss him. And how much you want to show him that.

"Fancy running into you here, stranger." His deep, raspy voice comes out teasing and flirty.

A warmth spreads over you at the sound and you take a step closer. “Hey there, hero. I could say the same to you.”

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely surprise?"

You smile softly, reaching up to touch his face, tracing his jawline. “I was hoping you could help me with my little problem.”

He chuckles, his upside-down grin nearly disarming. "Whatever it is, I’m all yours.”

“You see, my boyfriend hasn’t been coming home for the past few days and I've been feeling a little lonely lately because of it.” You pout a little.

“Is that so?” His hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you a fraction closer. The simple gesture, tender and affectionate, sends shivers down your spine. You lean into his touch, the feeling of his hand against your skin comforting. “Do you want me to keep you company then?”

You nod, dipping your head slightly so your lips softly brush against his. The anticipation builds like an electric charge in the air. His closeness is intoxicating and you feel your heart race, each beat like a drum echoing your desire for him.

“Like I said,” he breathes, his thumb lightly grazing your lips. “I’m all yours.”

Your hands trail down to his eyes to pull his goggles down, and you smile at the look on his face. “There you are, handsome.”

You grab his jaw and kiss him like you’ve been wanting to all week, molding your lips against his with a burning desire to be closer. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in and fisting his unruly hair until you feel him groan.

"I've — missed you," you murmur against his lips between kisses, savoring the taste and warmth of his mouth.

"Kitten, you have no idea how much I've missed you," he growls, his voice low and husky. You reach for him again, but he pulls away. You’re about to ask why when he flips himself right-side up, landing effortlessly on the ground to tower over you.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week.” He pins you against the alleyway, both his palms flat against the surface beside your face, and he draws you closer until you're flush against him. “Thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

Your breath catches in your throat when you feel his knee slowly creeping up between your legs, and he crashes his lips into yours once more.

The taste of him is deliciously exhilirating, the sensation of his skin against yours a heady concoction that sends your senses into a whirl.

"Then why — don’t you—" You try to gasp, “Stop — thinking — and just —”

Unable to form a coherent thought anymore as he kisses you senseless, you reach behind you instead to touch his hand and trail your fingers up his arm, over his chest, and down his abs, feeling his toned muscles through the fabric of his shirt. You hook your finger through his belt to pull him closer.

Feeling his hips slot against yours knocks the air from your lungs.

“Shouta,” you can’t help but whine and roll your hips against him, desperately seeking friction.

His hands grip you tighter as he groans into your mouth. He stops to look at you — your dark, blown out pupils, chest panting and face flushed with desire — and grabs your jaw, smirking. “You know I can't resist you when you're like this, right, kitten?”

You smile slowly through the haziness of the desire clouding your mind.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you go back home first,” He leans in to press a lingering kiss behind your ear, stroking your hair. “And I promise I won’t be far behind?”

“You’re no fun,” You protest petulantly, fingers clutching at his shirt. “Can’t you take a day off from saving the world just for one night?”

He smiles at you softly. “I’m sorry, love, for today and all the days before that I haven’t been around much,” He takes your hands and brings it up to his mouth, looking into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles. “I intend to be plenty fun when I get home later. How’s that sound?”

Your cheeks warm at his words and all the things they make you imagine. “Don’t take too long, then.”

“I won’t. I’m counting down the seconds as we speak.”

With one last stolen, tender kiss, Shouta watches you leave before he heads back out into the night. The ache of having to say goodbye again is softened by the sincerity in his promise of making up for lost time and the eager anticipation of being in his arms soon.

(The noise complaint you get from his neighbor the next day is a small price to pay, and it makes him laugh a little when you show it to him, so…even just for that…)

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hey idk if you reqests are open but i saw that you might of wanted to write for the mid 90's if you are could you do it when were kinda in stevies place you kinda innocent but not really ykyk

thanks hope you have a great day/night

1996. MID 90'S💿

it's useless.

i tried,

but to no avail.

to tell you.

how much i know,

how much i care.

song: . . .ılı YOUNGEST DAUGHTER superheaven

TW: male leaning reader(fem welcome), abuse mentions(since reader is somewhat in the position of stevie), reader is a little older than original stevie(about 15-16 instead of thirteen) but can be imagined to simply look up to fuckshit and ray, reader is hinted to have feelings for fuckshit and/or ray but of course it's the mid 90's, ruben's an asshole, 4th grade is a sweetheart bro, yes there is an edit link on 'mid 90's', last few sentences are just fuckshit and ray

ray who would notice you first walking into the store, your mood was sour and the left side of your chest burned and ached due to the harsh feeling of being thrown against the hard turquoise green wall, to only be thrown back onto the floor with countless punches being throw on you. he's see you but only talk to you really the moment you'd come back after filling up the water jug which originally looked to be used for milk. "what's a kid like you doin' out here." "i'm no older than you." "for real? shit, you look twelve." you'd take that as a compliment in a way, laughing it off along with him as he chugged the gallon a bit of the water rolling down his chin. you liked him, he was comforting to be around.

fuckshit who would laugh at the first words he even heard you utter. the joke was dumb, but it worked out for him put another smile on his face his usual words, "fuck shit, that was dope. this nigga kinda funny i liked that." the sound of your newly made nickname would slur out dramatically as he spoke to you, made you feel special like you were really apart of the group already. the sun would shine warmly onto your skin as fuckshit would only keep up with you in the back, nodding his head as you were slowly getting the hang of your board. "there you go! just like that, push your body weight a little more."

4th grade who would get a moment with you in the shop a lone as he tampered with a few settings on his camera letting you watch. a few small questions turned into a full conversation mostly half of the reasons why you'd even become friends with them in the first place. "ya'll looked cool, i wanted to fit in and be like the rest of you." "but what if we weren't. you know, 'cool.'" "i'd still want friends regardless fourth grade." he truly felt you on that one. feeling left out and alone and seeing a group of kids or a kid that gives you an ache, 'i have to get them to notice me.' those few thoughts running through your mind. just wanting to feel like someone for the one time.

ruben who would grow to dislike you. giving small 'fuck you's' that would sound like jokes at first but each time you spoke to him the conversations would get smaller and less interesting. he didn't like the way ray would come and sit next to you on the floor and his arm would stay on your shoulders being humorous with the others. that stupid look in your eyes as you watched him speak, the smile you had slowly fading as you slowly really started to admire him and take in all his details and habits, he could simply tell and that shit would piss him off enough to leave. but not home. "uh— ruben? where you goin'?" "fuck off ray." it only felt as if they'd talk when he was getting ready to leave.

ray who would really talk to you as you'd go over to some party. he would cheer you on as some girl would drag you to a room but some feeling would bubble up giving his face a frown the moment he realized it. he didn't like you were going in there with her, it felt weird as if you was 'growing up too fast' though he only just met you but that wasn't even the only feeling. he'd root for you the second time meeting you back outside. you were fucked up and high on some shit but that smile on your face didn't go unnoticed the hat you wore falling off your head mid-step. he wasn't all for partying, and meth, and smoking, and drinking all of that shit but you? you needed to get home you looked on your last breath.

fuckshit who would drive you home just to get a frantic knock on his own few hours after, your body crashing into his almost like a hug but your breathing was quick sounding like you really ran your ass over here. "woah, shit what you doin' over here? it's late as shit you should be home." "please, i don't wanna go home.." the sobs you let out made him give in but he'd keep you at his doorstep for a while, the both of his arms coming the wrap around you only one of them atop your head which would be giving his best to give you more comfort. he could barely look at the bruises on your arms which he was sure you had more, your brother chased you around the damn house. he bit the skin off his lip seeing the lines on your neck not mentioning much, he knew what you tried to do. "come on, let's get to bed man."

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aalyssah · 2 months

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Surprise

Pairing: Single Dad!Drew McIntyre x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,520

Summary: Your boyfriend breaks up with you 2 days before Valentine's Day and just when you think you're gonna be alone this year, Drew and Mason surprises you by bringing you flowers and chocolate.

A/N: I know Valentines Day was a couple of days ago, but I've had this idea prior to the holiday, but didn't write it. Hope You Enjoy!

You stood in front of Drew's door, knocking on the door. Seconds later the sound of heavy footsteps were heard as the door opened revealing the Scottish man.

When Drew saw your form he felt happy, but it was until he saw your face that a frown came upon his. "Y/n, what's wrong, why ya crying?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes. "M-my boyfriend broke up with me, and-" You stopped talking, a choked up sob slipping past your lips.

Drew couldn't help, but feel bad, but deep down inside him, he was happy. "Come on, lass, let's get you inside." Drew muttered, putting his big hand on your back and guiding you inside.

You walked through the door, the feeling of warmth hitting your body compared to the cool air outside. Drew led you to the couch, making sure to get you a heated blanket from the laundry room.

He came back, wrapping you in before taking a seat. "So tell me. What happened?" Drew curiously said. It took you a moment before you actually started to speak

"I went home and found him in bed with another woman. His excuse was that I'm always working at the coffee shop, and working for you that I neglect him and don't give him enough sex."

Drew lowly scoffed, grabbing his water bottle from the coffee table. "These lads don't know how to treat women like you. There's nothing wrong with not having sex, he's just a horny bastard." You somewhat flinched at the way his voice turned deep as his sentence ended.

"I know, I just really loved him and it's only 2 more days until Valentine's Day." You cried, covering your face. You always go for guys that’s younger than you, with you being 24. You really did love your now ex-boyfriend very much, and to see him cheating on you is not how you expected the relationship to go.

Your attention perked up at the sound of small paddling feet. As you took your hands from your face, red teary eyes visible, you saw Mason holding his stuffed dinosaur and he looked just as worried as his Dad.

“Y/n? Are you crying?”

Drew quickly got up, ushering his son away. “Y/n’s fine, let's go back to bed, bud.” Mason still stared at you as Drew carried him back into his bed, a questioning look in his eyes.

Drew came back letting out a breath. “Well, you can stay here if you need to. Got a pair of your clothes from last week clean and ready to be worn." You gave him a small smile, nodding your head. "That would be great."

Drew stood up, going to the laundry room and getting your clothes. He had them set up in the guest room before coming out to you. "Clothes are in the guest room. Feel free to use whatever you want in the kitchen." Drew explained, beginning to walk away.

You stood up, calling out to him. "Drew?" Drew dropped in his tracks, turning to you. "Thank you for everything." Drew couldn't stop the smile that came to his face hearing you thank him. "Anything for you, lass. You know I'll always be here for you." You smiled at that and made your way to the bedroom.

After that night you decided to leave, not being needed for the babysitting job, and go back to your apartment where your ex boyfriend took all his stuff.

As you unlocked the door, the cool breeze sent shivers up your spine, and chill bumps rose on your arms and legs. It was so empty and dark with him or his things there. You let out a sigh, cleaning up the house, seeing the ruckus you caused when catching the two in bed.

You must've cleaned a little too hard because you found a small note in the nightstand with red lace panties saying:

'So much better than my girl. I'm keeping these btw, they look real good on you.'

Anger took over your body as you threw the panties across the room and ripped up that stupid note. You fell on the bed, letting out cries of betrayal.

At Drew's house he was worried. Even though he saw you just a night ago, he wondered how you were holding up. And it didn't help that Mason kept asking him about you.

“Daddy, I wanna see Y/n!" Mason yelled, looking up at him with big pleading eyes. "We can't, Mason. We need to leave Y/n alone." He explained, continuing to clean the kitchen counter. "Daddy! I miss Y/n. She was sad and I wanna know why!" Mason demanded, stepping his foot down.

Drew cursed at himself for giving his son such stubborn genes.

“Her boyfriend broke up with her, and she misses him really badly." Drew said, earning silence from his son. He looked down at him, seeing Mason's thinking face. Meaning, he's looking up in the air, and his index finger tapping his chin.

It was like a light bulb hit his mind as he gasped. "Daddy, I have an idea!" Drew huffed out a breath. "What is it?" Mason spoke. "I think we should go to the store and buy Y/n her favorite food. It's Valentine's Day. Everyone deserves candy and sweet drinks. My teacher even gave some to me Friday!" Drew stopped washing the dishes and took in Mason's words.

That honestly doesn't sound like a bad idea. "Well, that's actually really smart." Mason smiled, proud of his Dad's approval. "We can go to Dollar Tree, get her some candy, lemonade, salty chips, and chocolate." Drew said to himself, thinking over everything.

Mason didn't forget to add, "And flowers! Y/n needs flowers!" Drew nodded his head, looking at the clock. 2:45 the store should still be open.

Drew quickly finished the dishes and went to the bedroom to get changed with Mason. "Let's go get Y/n, some goodies!"

The next day was dreadful for you. You just sat around, eating ice cream and watching stupid romance movies, hoping you had that type of love.

As the credits rolled a knock at the door made you groan. You put the pint of ice cream on the counter as you walked to the door. You didn't think of looking through the peephole, ready to tell off whoever it was to disturb your heartbreak peace

Instead of an annoying neighbor, you were met with Drew and Mason both dressed a little fancy, with a basket in each hand. "Happy Valentines Day!" Mason yelled. You instantly smiled, stepping aside to let them in.

They walked into the living room, smiling. "What's all of this?" You asked them, Mason answering your question by shoving his basket in your hand. "Open it!" You eyed him suspiciously, slowly looking in the bag. "Oh my gosh." You gasped out, getting more quicker and taking the items out of the basket.

There were a lot of snacks at the bottom followed by chips, candy, little stickers and even chocolate. "Chocolate?!" You said, popping open the box and eating one. You moaned at the taste. "Thank you, Mason." You thanked him, grabbing him into a bone crushing hug.

You could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you hugged him. Drew smile, happy seeing you finally smile. He would never say, but you did look horrible.

Your hair was messed up, pajamas lazily hanging on your body, and he didn't miss the half eaten ice cream that was on the counter.

"That's not all. Daddy got you something too!" You turned to look Drew seeing him looking all nervous. You also noticed he had his hands behind his back. "Uh, I got you this." Drew revealed his hands, a big bouquet of roses.

You gasped, snatching the bouquet of his hands, taking a huge sniff. "I-I hope you like-" Drew stopped talking when he felt your body jump on his. You wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your head into his chest.

“"Thank you, thank you so much! This is the best surprise ever!" Drew wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

The feeling of your body against his was something he would never not wanna feel

Mason smirked, looking at his Dad and you. It was only seconds later that the sound of sobs and the feeling of something wet touching Drew's neck broke him out of his trance.

With concern, he gently pulled you back. "Hey, why're cryin'?" Drew asked as you sniffled, wiping your tears away. “These are tears of joy. I-I promise, it's just... no one's ever done something like this for me before and I'm very grateful that you and Mason are doing this."

Drew smiled at your words, pulling you in for another hug. "Group hug?" Mason asked, already inching closer to you two. In a small circle you all hugged, happy to have each other's company on such a special day.

Drew would never say it, but the other surprise was to ask you to be his Valentines.

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