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doctorcatz · 7 months

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pairing: bruce wayne x dom male reader

content: dry humping, no penetration, clothed sex, sight deprivation, bruce has a voice kink

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bruce sat on his bed silently. he loved this. these moments. looked forward to them even. after a long day of being mr. wayne, and a long night of being the batman this is all he wanted.

"darling? are you ready?" you call out, entering the room. "yes go ahead." he always spoke softly, almost as if he was shy, no matter how many times the two of you have done this same routine. but you always complied, slowly sitting behind him on your shared bed, then you pull it out your pocket. the blindfold. the blindfold that you slowly wrap around his eyes and carefully tie in the back if his head. "is that okay love ? is it too tight?" you would ask, and his reply would always be a simple "no" with a shake of his head. and now it's time to begin.

he's still clothed, wearing only his tank tops and his briefs, failing to hide the erection he had been sporting since you entered the room. a dark spot forming near the tip of his dick due to his leaking. you begin to snake your hands up and down his body, stopping to fondle his pecks, making him shiver and moan in return. he tries grinding his hips, trying to find friction, but he just ends up humping the air pathetically, whimpering about how much he needs you to touch him.

"gah-please, just..just touch me please, i can't..i can't-" you ghost your hand over his cock, you can feel how its pulsating through his briefs, begging for release. you lean in close to his ear. "you want me to touch you? hm? look at you so hard for me, you want me to touch your cock?" god. your voice gets him so riled up. "ah- yes please please-!" your in front of him now, and you slot your knee in between his thighs. "go on then, get off. i'm not doing all the work mr. wayne." he loved it when you called him that, it made him feel like he was your boss, like he was in control, even though he knew he wasn't. so he got to work.

he was furiously humping your thigh now, his previous composure now long gone, blindfold stained with tears and tongue almost lolling out of his mouth, moans spilling from his mouth. "hah, hah, anh-" "come on bruce, is that all you got? you've just been begging for it, don't you wanna cum?" he speeds up. "i do- oh god i do-" thats when you know he's close, so you help him. grabbing his hips and guiding him. "i'm..fuck-" his movements stop and he abruptly comes to a halt, shuddering. his eyes roll back behind the blindfold and he's coming in his briefs. you pull him into a rough kiss, swallowing his moans and gasps, and when he's done and limp against your body, "thank you." is all he says.

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guys he's my baby

requests are: open

#top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #bruce wayne #bruce x reader #hes so silly #hes my baby boy #male reader #send asks

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arourasolo · 5 months

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okay, HEAR ME OUT whiny chan. ik that he’s usually the dominate one but i could imagine his channie side coming out and him being so whiny n stuff while ur jerking and sucking him off

WHINY CHAN MAKES ME SO UGH!!! I started thinking about this when my friend who was just on the other side of the wall to where I has been was working out and let out a weak and exasperated whimper, I was like "THATS WHAT ANON MEANT!!" and grabbed my computer and started writing. I'm thinking that sexually frustrated and overall tired Channie. SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY OR NOT GRAMMATICALLY ACCURATE I'M DUMB <3 CONTENT WARNING: Smut, jerking off, cum swallowing, sucking off, swears, pet names & nicknames (baby, babe, sweetie, my love), degrading (a little bit), oral (m. receiving), orgasm, handjob, I think that's everything.

GENERAL INFO: established relationship, roommates, reader's features and name are not mentioned or only gently mentioned <3

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely FICTION. It is not a depiction of persons living or dead. I am by no means saying that any of this could/should/would happen to anyone, nor am I saying that these people could/should/would do these things. It's basically a faceclaim for a fictional person when I mention celebs, etc. It's called FAN FICTION because I am the fan writing fiction. Never take anything I write seriously. THANK YOU

This one's kinda short because I'm a failure I rushed it, but at least its content. Enjoy.

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

BANG CHAN SMUT - Hands aren't enough. word count: 689

"Fuck..." Chan groans quietly after he finishes himself on his hands.

You were home with him and able to help him get off, sure, but you were sitting at your computer working so much that he didn't get attention from you. He wanted to get off though,e so he took matters into his own hands.

Literally.

He exits the bathroom after a minute and walks into your shared bedroom, only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. His chest glistened with sweat as he walks in and lays on the bed, his hard still visible in his pants.

You turn in your rotating office chair to see Chan laying there, looking like a sweaty, tired, frustrated and extremely attractive mess. You notice the bulge in his pants quickly, shutting your computer and clicking your tongue. You sit beside him on the edge of the mattress with an amused smile.

"What's wrong, Channie? Your hands not as good as mine?" You ask with a sarcastic tone.

He only nods his head and lets out a weak hum in response.

"Mm...yeah..." is all he can make out. You chuckle lightly before you slide off the bed to kneel in front of him. He looks down at you, a small smile forming on his pouty lips.

It's not even a few minutes later that you have him practically crying while you slide your hands painfully slowly up and down his shaft.

"Fuck...baby, don't do this...please..." He whimpers, tears pricking the edges of his beautiful eyes.

You smirk up at him, his perfect and handsome features twisted into a face of pleasure and agony at the same time.

"Not yet...don't cum yet sweetie." You say with a smug smile.

You can feel his cock twitch in your palms, his tip an angry red as he's trying his hardest not to give in and let out messy cries and let himself cum. You press your tongue to his tip, taking about a third of his length into your mouth. He can't handle this much teasing. He lets out a louder cry.

"Ah! Baby please...please can I..." He tries to speak between moans and whines. His forehead glistens with sweat, his eyes screwed shut while his puffy lips hang slightly open.

"What a needy boy...crying because his hands weren't as good as mine. You couldn't even make yourself cum, could you?" You ask condescendingly while you take your mouth off his cock, quickly moving your hands up and down it again, then slowing down in an excruciating pattern.

He nods frantically, his hands gripping anything and everything around him. He grabs the bedsheets with a cry.

"N-no...no!" He whimpers again. "No I couldn't...I can't do it like you. Please just let me finish, stop this shit. I need you. Please, my love, please."

His begs are weak and desperate sounding as his breaths are heavy. His whines such music to your ears. You can't keep him in this torturous position for much longer.

You chuckle softly, now keeping your pace on his rock hard dick. "You can't do anything, can you? Pathetic. Just cum then, cum for me and show me how much you love this."

You take him fully in your mouth, his cock twitching in your tight throat as he reaches down and grabs your hair. He bobs you up and down, jerking his hips here and there. In no time at all, you feel the familiar feeling of his warm cum run down your tongue while you hear his desperate moans of pure pleasure. You swallow as much as you can, sliding your lips down him and puckering your lips against his tip, resulting in a pop! as you smirk up at him.

His chest rises and falls in uneven and harsh breaths, his hands still gripping onto the sheets and duvet as if his life depended on it. His eyes open slightly, looking up at you with a soft sigh while you lean over the bed in front of him.

"Oh Channie. If you needed me you could've just told me. What do you need now? Need my pussy?"

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medusavsviperz · 2 months

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Knotting

warnings: smut, cussing

relationships: dogday x fem! reader

writing type: second person

genre: smut

"angel wait!" dogday called out to you. you slowly stopped walking and turned around. "hiya puppers" you smiled at him. he wrapped his hands around your waist,

"im eh.. having some complications.. i need your help" he muttered, looking quite embarrassed. his very prominent hard on alerting you. you look at it then look back up. "im sure i can help you. follow me puppy." he grunts with surprise. clearly not expecting you to say yes. its not like yall were dating. you smiled, walking past him. he turned to follow you. eyes wandering.

once you make it to the bedroom, you put on a little show. sliding down your pants, but before you could take your top off, dogday bends you over the bed. "sorry angel. i don't have time to waste." he slides your undies to the side, and slowly inserts a finger in your dripping folds. you moan softly and whimper at how big his fingers are. thats nothing compared to whats gonna happen next.

his pace is ruthless. he now has two fingers scissoring their way through your aching cunt, causing your orgasm to come faster than ever. you scream his name, causing him to grunt with excitement. you cum all over his fingers, which he shoves in your mouth. while sucking on his fingers, you feel his massive tip poke your entrance. you needed him so bad. "p-please go hard" you cry out. "with pleasure angel.." he suddenly shoves his dick inside. you scream out while he starts pounding you.

his pace is never ending. god you love it. part of you hoped he would use you like a sex doll, but then again thats what he was doing wasnt it? his groin touching your ass, sweat mixing, skin slapping. best day ever as far as you're concerned.

you never would have thought your sweet dogday was like this. you had been friends for so long, you would have thought he was a submissive. guess not.

the pleasure was unbearable. he kept hitting that one spot that would make your legs shake like never before. sure you've fingered yourself. but his dick reached all the places you didn't know existed.

you came twice already, approaching a third. he was about to cum. "where do you want it angel.?" you didnt know. could they reproduce? i mean they had all the parts. fuck it. "inside." he seemed surprised. "uh, you sure?" he sounded nervous. "fuck please dogday." and with that, he whined out your name as hot ropes of cum filled your cunt.

it felt amazing

he slowly tried to pull out. though he ultimately failed. "everything okay?" you asked with a concerned voice. "knot" he said sternly. "w-whats that?".. he didnt answer. "dogday?".. "give me a few minutes." he slowly leaned over you, chest moving up and down on your back, he softly licked at your neck, grunting, and slowly pushing his dick in and out.

he was going slow this time on purpose. it seemed he wasnt looking to cum. it didnt matter to you, it felt amazing either way. one of his paws started slowly kneeding your chest. his other one rubbing your clit. you feel a knot forming in your stomach. "please." you whisper. he rubs faster, riding you through your orgasm.

finally he could pull out. he looked down and saw cum literally pouring out of you. he used a finger to slide it back in. he walks to the bathroom and grabs a wet rag, wiping your cunt in effort to clean you. you turn around and kiss him, leaning back on the bed.

"dogday." …"hmm?"

"you're hard again."

#ns/fw #poppy playtime #fanart #catnap #dogday #artists on tumblr #catnap x dogday #daddy’s babygirl #daddy k!nk #deep sleep #daddy's good girl #poppy playtime chapter 3 dogdat big & small

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oxymorayuri · 2 months

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Hiii i read the acex reader i dont remember the title but its the one where she was the revolver?

I wanted to request more parts for it please BCS THE WAY U WRITE IT ITS SO CAPTIVATING I CANT

So yes thats all i wanted PLEASE DO CONSIDER 🙏

It will get me through my exams 😔🔫

❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part two

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the storys masterlist. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: cussing/language, suggestive content ✦ Spoiler: none

A/N: Aw that is so cute! You know what? Why not? I really fell in love with the revolver too. I had to think of something to continue it but see for yourself, I hope you like it sweetie. PS: I hope everything goes well with your studies <3

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𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: wudus6

Everything before your eyes appears as if you're looking through a curtain. Time passes more slowly, every touch seems both intense and unreal, but you feel the desire.

There is nothing but desire... the thirst for more.

Light as a feather, you feel as if you are not even in control of your body. But that's not a problem. You enjoy every second, no matter how blurred everything seems to you.

Perhaps because you know that it is nothing more than just a desire. Your movements are rhythmic and you try to intensify the feeling with every thrust, but there are limits to how much you can feel.

Your options are small but you are grateful for what is in front of you.

You can dimly see the lust shining in Ace's eyes, while barely feeling his hands on your hips as they guide you into bliss. Your mind is constantly shifting between lucid yet dazed and one moment you are riding him while the next his lips are caressing yours.

Full of pleasure you close your eyes, your voice says 'more' but you don't feel your lips moving and although your eyes are closed, it gets brighter and brighter behind your eyelids…

You groan in annoyance as you pull the covers over your head. Damn that sucks. This isn't the first dream you've had about Ace, but it's never been as intense as this one.

You cannot escape the images of the things that happened between you and you keep dreaming about that night on the beach. A whole week has passed since then and you and Ace are far from what you could have become and whose fault is it?

Yep, yours.

The angry wiggle in bed gets you nowhere, but you are so annoyed by the situation that you have to let it out.

After your fit of rage, you look up at the ceiling of your room in defeat. Slight dark circles adorn your face because it takes half an eternity for your brain to finally shut up. You don't even want to think about Ace and when you are surrounded by complete silence, his face automatically appears before your eyes. You've spent a few nights tossing and turning in your bed because every time you close your eyes you see him. No matter how tired you were, you couldn't get a wink of sleep.

You tousle your hair. Your ego is so big that you would rather die than approach Ace.

You wonder why you reacted the way you did. After your night, you woke up alone in your room and even though you didn't expect him to be lying next to you, you wished for it.

Loneliness engulfed you and as lonely as you felt, the more you didn't want him to get near you. You felt so available and that's a pretty strange feeling for you… Would it have been different if you had woken up next to him?

You'll never know.

As usual you gave him the cold shoulder but this time you had an additional reason... but somehow you feel a bit childish about it now.

Your thoughts are spinning around. What is your reason anyway? The answer seems to secretly pile up inside you and that makes you nervous.

Should you really have reacted like this? You haven't said a single word to each other. Okay, you haven't said a single word to him… At least he tried, you have to give him that, but after 3 days he had given up. He just leaves you alone and doesn't even get on your "nerves" like before. Nothing nada

Somewhat sadly, you pull your knees towards you and put your head down. You can only blame yourself.

You idiot!

If it wasn't for Jozu, you would probably never have come out of your cabin. He actually managed to get you out of the room.

Well, he more or less dragged you out. He just barged into your room, came up to you without saying a word and grabbed you by the neck. You noticed him, but you didn't have the strength in your bones to really react.

Somewhat belatedly you grab him by his bulky arm but every attempt is in vain and when you realized, that he wanted to leave your room with you, all alarm bells rang in your head.

Like a wild animal, you tried to escape from his grip but no matter how much you scratched him or how hard you hissed, he wouldn't budge. You feisty thing. Without paying the slightest attention to you, he brought you onto the deck and although you were brought here rather roughly, he set you down on the ground with care.

"Touch me like that again and…!!!!!" You are caught off guard when your mouth is suddenly covered with tape; you hadn't expected that. You can only grumble in anger and your eyebrows furrow up furiously as you look up at your commander.

"Hah your stare can't do anything to me you stupid ass!" He makes fun of you while he ties your arms and legs and you have no chance to resist.

The big man took a step back as he watched you wobble pathetically back and forth. You try to free yourself because you are beginning to feel that you are in a critical situation.

Your strength returns and the ropes loosen. Jozu doesn't hesitate any longer and immediately ties you up completely from head to toe, which looks ridiculous. Like a mummy, with only your head free, he leaned you against the ship's mast.

From behind you, you hear Ace apparently going through something similar as you and suddenly he is thrown to the ground in front of you by Marco. He wasn't set down as gently as you were, and with a pained look he rubs his cheek, which has just kissed the ground.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Confused, he looks at the men in front of him who just look down at him with stern expressions and folded arms. Jozu's eyes wandered over to you and Ace's eyes followed his. With shock written all over his face, he looked at you with widened eyes.

Without commenting, he looked back at the two commanders and then Marco broke the silence.

"What have you done Ace." Marco's voice seemed a little threatening. Astonishment spread across Ace's face.

"ME?" Startled, he pointed his own finger at his chest. "I have done NOTHING!" He defends himself with a slightly raised voice.

You want to laugh out loud but the tape stops you.

"I don't know what happened between you, but one thing is clear and that is that the two of you have something to sort out!" Jozu lays out the facts.

"You're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you're constantly setting yourself on fire and even if it doesn't hurt you, it's affecting the people around you." His gaze went to you as he noticed your muffled laughter. "And you? We don't even need to talk about you, y/n. But let me refresh your memory. First you shouted at Ace, then you didn't say a word to ANYONE and then you didn't come out of your room for two whole DAYS!!!" The commander breathes in and out, somewhat exhausted.

You weren't even aware that you were behaving outrageously, but now that Jozu has reminded you, you can't deny it. Ace is bothering you and you are bothering him.

Marco touches his forehead, somewhat distraught.

"Listen, if Newgate gets wind of this, he'll talk to you… is that what you want?!" You both shake your heads in panic at the same time.

"I thought so." - "Ace, you were last with y/n that night and she's been so nasty ever since. Did something happen between you?" Jozu interjects.

He exhales a little helplessly and drops his shoulders.

"hahhh, I don't know… I thought we had a good time but the next day everything was different than I thought and that's why I wanted to talk to her to find out what I did wrong!" He turns to you and for the first time you see a look on his face that you never expected to see. He looks angry with a hint of confusion.

"But SHE doesn't want to talk!" he points his finger at you like a child. Offended, you grimace. Luckily, the tape is stuck to your lips because no matter what you would have said, it wouldn't have made any sense anyway. You're so irrational that you don't even recognize yourself.

The two standing men looked at each other and nodded. You and Ace don't quite understand what's happening now, but you'll find out soon enough.

Marco grabbed Ace by the shoulder and led him ahead of him. Ace doesn't really resist and starts to move. When Jozu approached you, you didn't want to leave the stage without a fight. You tried to move like a worm to escape from your commander and even though he admires your efforts, there's no point in trying to escape, because you're just as fast as a worm - not at all. Jozu has an easy time with you and throws you over his shoulder.

The two of them threw you into a prison cell made of sea stone and before they locked the cell, Jozu freed you from your full body bondage. You are glad that your mouth is free again because now you can finally let out all the bad words you have left for Jozu.

"You son of a bitch! Just wait until I'm out of here, then you'll be given a bloody surprise… I'm telling you!"

But you idiot threw yourself against the bars to grab the big man, forgetting that the bars are made of sea stone and that you now have the power of a devil fruit that you still have to get used to.

The energy sapping feeling in your body is sudden, overwhelming and slowly you go down to the ground.

While the men walk away from the cell, Marco shouts something back to you.

"You stay in there until you've sorted this out!" Grinding your teeth, you roll onto your back with the last ounce of your strength and close your eyes.

If I can't see him, then he's not there...

Yeah, exactly, that will work… You don't really believe that, do you?

"Hey… I'll leave you alone if you want, but the others are right. We take it out on the others and that's not okay. We're a crew…" The word crew makes you open your eyes without wanting to.

You sigh in annoyance and roll onto your side so that Ace can stare at your back.

"Yea, maybe. Leave me alone." Your stubbornness is driving Ace crazy, but he doesn't really want you to be like this with each other. Above all, he wants to know why you're like this to him. What did he do wrong?

He's been racking his brains for days about what he could have done or said that upset you so much. He wants to make things better if you would let him.

"If you're not going to talk to me, at least take the bed. Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good." You have no idea what kind of cheap trick that is. Is he trying to get you to sleep in a bed with him? You look back towards the bed but Ace isn't there. He's sitting next to the bed with his back against the wall.

Unexpectedly, disappointment spreads through you. Wait a minute? Is that what you secretly wanted?

A little confused, you stand up and stop in front of Ace, who looks up at you. His unkempt hair falls back slightly as he looks up at you. How you would like to swallow your pride and fall into his arms, but you have no idea where to start. You don't know what to say because you don't even quite understand what is wrong with you. So you say nothing and stare at him with tired eyes as he sits in front of you with one leg bent and his arm resting on his knee.

Ace doesn't quite know how to react, but he's not one to do nothing.

He stands up just a few centimeters away from you and now you are the one looking up at him.

His gaze scans your face for answers that you can't even give yourself.

"What have I done?" he whispers to you. His pained voice tears apart your heart. You didn't know Ace could sound so vulnerable.

"I…, I don't know." you mumble your words, but your gaze remains fixed on Ace.

You have no further answer for Ace and walk towards the bed and lie down with your back to him again.

"Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good…" You repeat Ace's words back to him, feeling less pathetic since he said it first.

You listen closely as you can make out the sound of his feet approaching the bed. His shadow falls on the wall, which you stare at, waiting to see what comes next.

You feel the mattress go down a little and you automatically hold your breath until you can hear your heartbeat.

Ace looks down at your slender figure. His eyes wander over your delicate curves. He would love to stroke your hips until you fall asleep, but he's not sure how far he can go without making a mistake... but he has a feeling that doing nothing would be a mistake too.

He decides to lie down with his chest against your back. Lying on his back doesn't really work, there wouldn't be enough room and back to back would be awkward. He really makes an effort not to touch you unnecessarily. He's already glad that you offered him the bed.

You try to calm down, but Ace's breathing gives you goose bumps on the back of your neck. You pinch your eyes shut and try to concentrate on Ace's warmth, hoping you'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Luckily for you, you quickly find your way to the land of dreams because with Ace behind you, one could say; he's no longer buzzing around in your head...

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princesssmars · 1 year

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Hiiii! If you don’t mind could you please do a Sam carpenter x fem/gn!reader, where the reader is just like completely overstimulated and someone from the friend group does something that just makes the reader like get super upset and makes them walk away and sam is kinda confused and goes to asks the reader and comforts them and stuff? If not then that’s okay!

trust me

a sam carpenter x reader

wc : 1533

cw : fluff. angst. reader is stressed. conflict caused by mindy but its justified so don't think i don't love her! italic bit thats readers thoughts. ethan slander fuck that little worm. (f/t) means fave takeout!

an : couldnt think of a title nahh 💀but thank you for the request im happy to do it! i hope you like this even if it might be a bit rushed bc i wanna help add to the sam tag since im obsessed with her rn.

when you first moved to new york city it was a whirlwind. new people, new things to see, great food. granted when you got off of your first subway ride a rat tried to fight you over the grinder you had in your hand, but you still loved it.

but of course, everything didn't stay sunshine and rainbows for long. the big apple was expensive, and finding a job that fit your schedule and was able to pay your side of the rent was tough. but you managed. kind of.

your roommate and close friend convinced you to see a therapist she had heard about from a friend, and you decided it couldn't hurt to try. the guy was helpful if a bit annoying, but it was worth it when you saw her coming out of her session. now NYC was filled with a plethora of hot people, but you swear when she made eye contact with you and gave you a polite smile you felt your brain melting.

you saw her a few more times before you introduced yourself. she seemed wary but told you about herself as well, telling you her name was sam and that she had moved to new york not long ago as well with her sister for college. she seemed nervous, but you were a stranger so you chalked it off as anxiety.

you asked her for her number and did a small mental celebration when she said yes, deciding to text her the next afternoon to not seem too desperate.

luckily your efforts paid off! she was a bit distant the first few times you talked, but after inviting her out for lunch at some new restaurant in brooklyn she warmed up to you quickly, even enough to introduce you to her sister and her friends.

it was only after a few weeks of knowing her that you found out what happened in woodsboro. you had an inkling that something bad had happened, the way sam was hesitant with phsyical affection, the caution they all took when locking their doors and carrying mace and tasers with them to get groceries. when sam had let you in to what happened with ghostface - her ex - and how he had almost killed all of them. you had let her know it didn't make tou think of her any differently, that you still cared about her and her past wouldn't change that. that moment had led to the first kiss between the two of you.

and you had meant what you said to sam, that you would stick beside her no matter what. but it still took a toll on you, that danger was following you and the people you had grown to care about no magter what.

the one thing you didn't expect was for them to expect the danger could be you.

it was supposed to be a normal friday night at sam's apartment, spent talking to each other and her friends and maybe watching a movie with some takeout after her appointment. nice and simple.

the door opens and you turn to see if it's sam, smiling when tara, chad, mindy and anika walked through the door. chad's roommate. ethan, wasn't with them this time and you let out a small sigh of relief. he seemed nerdy enough

"hey guys, everything alright?" you asked the group, noticing the down and wary looks on their faces. tara mumbled something before quickly walking into her room, chad hot on her heels. anika rested on the couch next to yours with a sigh, mindy sitting next to her and farther away from you. a bit odd, but you chalked it up to all of them being tired from school.

"something happened over at fordham. some girl from blackmore was found almost butchered in an alley." anika wrings hers hands together, a nervous habit she told you she picked up as a kid.

"jesus christ, do they have any clue who might have done it?" you ask.

"oh please, how many freaks do you you think like to nearly carve out peoples chest?" mindy scoffed, busying herself with something on her phone.

"you don't think it's ghostface, do you?" your voice was wavering against your will. after sam had told you what happened you did some digging into the masked killer, and its safe to say you were on edge until it eventually showed its face again.

she shrugged. "we all knew they were gonna find us again eventually. nows just a matter of determining who it is." she looked at you, and you felt the strain behind your eyes at how far they widened.

"i hope you're not saying what i think you're saying..."

"dont take it too personally, y/n. she accused me and ethan too." anika waved your worries off, and even though her normally peaceful personality would calm anyone down, it wasn't really working right now.

"i'm just saying, you're also new to the friend group, coincidentally moved here a while before us and had the same therapist as sam? and then started dating her? it's suspicious." mindy lists off the reasons she suspects you, and with each item you feel your chest tighten.

is this really what they think of me? a threat? does sam think of me like this? does she not trust me? does she not love me?

you don't register the sound of mindy's voice or the sound of the front door opening before you hurry from the couch to the bedroom near the back of the apartment - sam's room.

you sit on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands, trying to calm the racing negative thoughts in your head. it feels like hours when its probably been a few minutes of you failing to calm yourself down when the door opens slowly and a weight sits down on the bed next to you.

"is it ok if i touch you?" sam ask from next to you, making sure to keep a good distance so as not to overwhelm you. when you nod and whisper out a yes she moves to sit behind your body, wrapping her arms around you and allowing you to fall back and rest on her chest.

"do you wanna tell me what's going on? it's alright if you dont, i'll still be right here."

her soft tone makes you squint your eyes hard, scared that she's trying to get you to let your guard down. but there's a little voice in your head that trusts her more than anything. that desperately wants to let her in. so you do.

"it's just...mindy was talking about ghostface and she was questioning me. i know that you've all been through so much but...if they can't, if you don't trust me then i don't know what i would do."

sam doesn't interrupt while you speak, fully paying attention to your words as you let her know what's bothering you. you're just about to walk back your statement because of her silence when she softly turns your body to sit sideways in her lap, bringing her hand up to cup your face and turn it so you can't look anywhere but her eyes.

"hey, i want you to listen to me, ok? you know mindy. she's just looking out for us, she didn't mean to antagonize you im sure of it. if anything i'm pretty sure if ghostface comes back she's more likely to suspect ethan right away, the kid weirds her out," she says, unable to help herself from smiling when you giggle at her words.

"but more importantly you know me. you know i'd never have anyone around me, my sister or our friends if i didn't trust them, yeah? i trust you and i love you, more than anything."

you cant help but tear up and smile at her words. sam wasn't one for frequent words of affection, so you knew when she said something she meant it. she lets out a small grunt when you throw yourself into a hug in her arms, tackling the both of you onto the bed in a heap of giggles. you spend the next few minutes laughing and sharing small i love you's and sweet kisses.

after you've both calmed down sam asks if you're ready to head into the living room, squeezing your hand when you give a strained little nod. walking together back to the living room, your face lights up at the smell of your favorite takeout, rushing to the couch to see everyone munching down on some food.

mindy turns her head around to see you and purses her lips awkwardly. "uh, i was hungry so i ordered some (f/t). there's enough for the both of you."

"she's trying to apologize for calling you ghostface." tara butts in while taking another bite of her food, ignoring when mindy slaps her on the leg.

"aww, it's alright cheeks. i understand." you tease the brunette with the silly nickname you gave her a few weeks ago, reaching over to squish her cheeks together like a kid. she sticks her tounge out at you but doesn't move to stop you, figuring she'll let you have this.

"yeah yeah whatever, sit down and eat your food."

you sit on sams' lap on the squished couch, ignoring the kissing noises and fake gagging sounds of your friends. in this moment, nothing anyone says can get to you.

i believe in the lost art of ending the fic with a cheesy bit. happy pride gaybos.

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thelovelylolly · 7 months

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Joel Miller/Tommy Miller x Reader where she finds an old Sphynx (hairless ugly thing lol, but so affectionate) cat and carries him in her hoodie to keep him warm. Joel wonders why she's being shifty/what she's hiding. And isn't impressed when she finally shows him.

This is super random but I would miss my adopted Sphynx sooo much if I was thrown into the last of us universe 🙈😭 he's too domesticated to live as a stray lol he wears clothes (even legwarmers 🤣) and sleeps in my bed or inside my hoodie all day 🤣

Hope you're well x

Can We Keep Him?

Summary: You find a Sphynx cat while traveling with Joel, who doesn't want it. Warnings: post-outbreak, not proofread bc my own cats kept me up last night and im tired, let me know if i missed anything! Notes: i. love. cats. thats it thats the note

You and Joel stumbled upon an abandoned gas station and strip mall while making your way to your next trading spot. You two decided to split up and raid the abandoned buildings so you wouldn't waste too much time. You went into the gas station while Joel looked through the other buildings. It was already pretty picked over, but every once in a while, you would find something useful or just interesting.

You were walking through the dirty isles when you heard a crunch from the back. You immediately turned around, but saw nothing. You grabbed your flashlight and pistol, readying them as you two slow steps towards the sound. Another crunch and a rustle come from the back. You got closer and closer, pausing for a moment before turning the corner to prepare yourself. You didn't want to deal with infected.

You quickly turned the corner and aimed your flashlight at the noise. Two blue eyes stared back at you as you lowered your gun and flashlight. A Sphynx cat was just munching on some random food that was left, and probably expired.

"Aw, hey little guy," you cooed, putting your pistol in your waistband and crouching down in front of the cat. You carefully stuck your hand out to him, letting him sniff at your hand before rubbing his head against your hand. You gave him some scratches on his wrinkly little head as he walked closer to you.

"Will you let me take you?" You asked him when he put his front paws on his knees. He meowed at you and you picked him up, standing up with him in your arms.

You carefully opened your hoodie up and he instantly hopped in, happy for the warmth. You giggled and he stuck his head out, licking your chin.

"You gotta hide, buddy. I don't know if Joel will like you," you said, gently pushed his head back down. You made sure he was comfortable, then left the gas station to regroup with Joel.

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Joel knew something was off with you. As you two continued on your way, your arms stayed wrapped around your torso and you didn't take your hoodie off, no matter how hot you were getting. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't. So, he stopped walking and turned to face you.

"What's going on?" He asked.

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked away from Joel. "Nothing, why?"

"You're acting weird."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Joel, I'm not, okay?"

He stepped closer, his hands going to his hips. "You really wanna do this?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. You opened your hoodie up and carefully took the Sphynx cat you found out, cradling him in your arms. Joel was, at first, shocked you were able to hide the little guy so easily, then disappointed. Of course you picked up a stray cat, a hairless, wrinkly one at that.

"Where did you find that?" Joel asked.

"The gas station," you replied. "He was just too cute to leave and he immediately started to love on me, so..."

"Okay, first, he is not that cute. Kinda ugly, to be honest. Second, why on earth did you pick up a stray cat? You don't know what kinda diseases he has."

"I don't care, and he is cute! Can we keep him? Please?"

"No," Joel answered sharply.

"C'mon, Joel. Can you really say no to this face?" You replied, holding the cat out to Joel.

"Yes, I can. He's not a cute cat."

"He is! Plus, where are we gonna leave him that's safe?" You added. "Please, Joel? Just until we find a better place for him?"

Joel took a deep breath and grumbled something as he ran a hand across his face.

"Fine. We can keep him, but when we find a good place to leave him, that's it," he said before turning and continuing on your path.

"Yes!" You cheered quietly as you quickly followed Joel. "Now, what should we call him?"

"Dear lord," Joel grumbled, already regretting letting you keep the cat.

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yuyu1024 · 5 months

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Midnight rain

Pairings: S.coups × y/n

Genre/tags: idol dating, confession, hidden feelings

Warning: insecurity, unsureness, relationship issue, cursing, [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 0.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post ♥️

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"What did you say?" You ask. "I didn't... I didn't hear you properly..." you stutter.

But that was a lie. You did hear him. You heard him loud and clear that each word echoed and still ringing in your ears

"I said... I'm going to ask Shanie to be my girlfriend... officially."

That fucking hurts. You wanted to scream and walk away. You wanted to ask him why. You wanted him to say that it was all a joke.

But looking at his smile, his eyes it is true.

"Oh..." You force a smile and smacks his shoulder, "Congrats! Y-you.. finally have the courage to ask her... that's awesome!"

Then there was a moment of silent that stretched between the two of you. You tried to ignore it. You went on to look up to the sky and watch the fireworks fill up the night with beautiful colors. You kept your smile even though your hands are literally shaking. Your so good at hiding it.

Or that's what you thought.

"Y/n..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you really happy? I mean... me asking Shanie to be my girlfriend..."

"Ahm, of course! Why would I not be?"

"Stop it." He adjusted his position. He's facing you more. "Stop pretending... I'm not blind..."

"What are you talking about?" You were trying so hard to brush it off.

You can face it. You can't talk about it.

The feelings you and Seungcheol have for each other. The feelings that the both of you kept on pushing back, acting like it does not exist even though both of you feel the vibrations in your hearts.

"Cheolie..." you closed your eyes and took a deep breathe first. "Please..."

"Please what? I don't get it! I like you. You like me. But you keep on choosing to avoid it. Why? What's wrong with choosing me? What's wrong with... allowing yourself to love me?"

"You know, we can't be together." You look away. "It's complicated..."

"Is it because of my work? Being an idol? You know I don't care what the media says. You know I can handle it! My fans... they will understand it. If not everyone... or immidately but they will someday so... It's fine."

"But I do care." You sighed. "I can't handle it... people talking shit about you. Saying mean things... your career... I... it matters to me..."

"So... you're willing to sacrifice your own feelings... and mine for my career? You think thats more important than you?"

You try to calm yourself so you would not cry. You are in public and with his family. Yes, his family. You two have been friends for a while and his family have treated you like theirs. They invited you in this family outing because its been a while since Seungcheol had a break at work.

"Y/n... please..."

"I know how much your work means to you... your members... your fans... making music, singing and performing...is your life."

"But you are part of my life too!"

"Cheolie..." you stood up and about to walk away but he pulls you back down again.

"Why are you like this? You've always told me to follow my heart and dreams... and I did with music and now I'm following it for you . I am in love with you y/n."

"People will hear." You hiss at him. "Cheolie... please..."

"Do you want us to stay like this? As friends?"

You paused and looked at him. "Yes."

"You... really are okay with me to date other women?"

"No... but... it's safer for you..."

"What's the difference of me dating them to you dating me?"

"They are better than me. People would accept them..."

"What?" His brows furrowed. He can't believe what she's saying. Her insecurities. Because for him, she's perfect just the way she is. "Is my love not enough... to make you feel... loved... content... secure...?"

You started to tear up and sob. "No... And you don't deserve to be with someone who needs constant reaffirmation... someone who haven't started the process of loving herself..."

"But... Y/n... I love you... I fucking love you..."

"I know... I do to... but... I'm not the right person for you... you deserve someone better."

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goldenempyrean · 11 months

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i have a supergirl request for sick alex at the deo with prompt “Goodness, you look like your about to pass out.” “Don't come too close. You don’t wanna catch this.” And “It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles.” if thats okay? x female reader please

Wintertime Woes

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〚 Pairing - Alex Danvers x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - During a flu outbreak at the DEO, Alex falls ill and tries to push through her responsibilities despite her worsening condition. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1200 〛

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Winter had always been Alex’s favourite season. The crisp, cool air and the occasional pile of unmeted snow that covered the curbs somehow always made her feel calm. She loved it all. However, there were inconveniences to the wintertime, namely slippery roads, frigid hands, and most prominently, sickness.

The flu had been sweeping its way through the DEO - it was bound too this time of year. With so many agents working in such close contact it was almost impossible to avoid. Not matter their rank or importance, it eventually made its way round the squad’s and not even the Director herself was spared.

Alex stood woozily in the control area, her hand clutching a crumpled-up tissue as she leant over the main desk, her other clumsily rubbing at her temple. She looked awful. Your soft hand came to slide round her waist from behind and the exhausted woman sank into your touch.

She coughed into her tissue, “Don’t come too close, you don’t want to catch this.” Alex warned through her croaking voice, yet she made no effort to move away.

“I’ll take that risk. You weren’t sick this morning, what happened?” You mumbled worriedly, burying your head into her neck, prompting her to rest her head against yours.

“The flu is characterised by a rapid on-set of symptoms. It’s been spreading like wildfire around here, you know that.” Alex whispered before her voice broke off into a hitch.

You felt her body tense up, and you quickly reached for a nearby tissue box, pulling out a fresh one and handing it to her just in time. Alex sneezed loudly, and you could tell she was trying her best to suppress it, but her body couldn't hold it back any longer.

“Bless you!” Kara called out as she came flying into the building (she’d just finished assisting the fire department with an accident downtown)

“And again, my my, bless you love.” You repeated her sister’s words, gently rubbing Alex's back as she sneezed for the second time. Her body felt warm against your touch, and you knew she was hopelessly fighting a fever.

"Thanks," Alex rasped weakly, her voice flooded with congestion as she pulled out of your hold to grab some tissues to blow her rapidly reddening nose. 

"It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles," Alex replied with a weak smile, trying to maintain her composure despite feeling so unwell. She knew her responsibilities at the DEO were crucial, after all, without her there to manage and dispatch agents who would keep things running smoothly?

She was stubborn, that was sure. It took another hour of misery before Alex reluctantly gave in and gave shuffling into the room where you were training some new recruits.

“Alright guys, that’s enough for today.” You dismissed the group, letting them leave the room before opening your arms and letting the feverish woman fold into them, “Your breathing sounds awful y’know.” You sighed, at the small raspy breathes coming from the woman in your hold.

“I’ve been told.” She muttered, keeping herself close to you, sniffling against your shoulder.

You shook your head lightly, “We should get you laying down. Come on.”

She continued to sniffle and sneeze as you gently guided her towards the infirmary. Her steps were slow and unsteady as the two of you made your way. Though you practically had to carry her up the stairs the two of you finally got her there, being met at the door by Kara and Lena.

“I called her,” Kara explained as Alex curled herself onto one of the medical beds.

Lena approached with a concerned expression, placing a hand on Alex's forehead before scanning a thermometer along her brow. "39 degrees, you're burning up, Alex. You should’ve rested when you first felt this coming on.” She said softly, glancing at you with gratitude for bringing Alex to the infirmary.

Kara hovered nearby, her super hearing detecting Alex's irregular breathing and rapid heartbeat. "I'll grab some water and a cool cloth," she suggested, zipping away and returning quickly with the items.

You stayed by Alex's side, gently wiping her forehead with the cool cloth as Kara handed her a glass of water. "Try to drink a little,love. It might help with the fever," you encouraged, giving her a reassuring smile as she held your hand, rubbing her thumb over your own.

Alex took a few sips, but it was evident that she was struggling to keep herself composed. "I... I hate being so out of commission," she admitted weakly, her eyes showing a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

Lena spoke softly, her caring tone trying to comfort her friend, “You need rest to recover properly. I’ve seen how hard you work yourself here, nobody’s going to forget that if you take a few days to look after yourself for a change.”

Kara nodded in agreement, sitting by Alex's side. "We'll take care of the DEO for now. You just focus on getting better," she said, giving you an affirming nod.

With concern etched on your face, you gently squeezed Alex's hand. "They're right, Alex. The DEO will be okay, and we'll handle things while you rest. You need to prioritize your health now."

Alex's tired eyes softened as she looked at you, appreciating the support from her friends and you. "Okay," she finally relented, realizing that she couldn't keep pushing herself like this. "But promise me you'll keep me updated on everything?"

"We promise," Lena replied, speaking for both her and Kara. "You can count on us."

Kara placed a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder. "And I'll keep checking in on you, Lena’s gonna write you a prescription for some Tamiflu, I’ll pick it up and drop it off for you tonight.

With that said, you helped the shivering Director from the bed, letting her lean fully against you as you led her from the building. Where a DEO issued car was already waiting to pick you both up.

During the ride, Alex gave into her exhaustion and fell asleep against your shoulder. You held her close, running your hand through her silky hair. By the time you’d reached her studio, Alex was completely passed out. Nothing short of a city-wide invasion would be waking her now. 

Carrying her up to her room, you made sure to tuck her safely into bed, gently pulling off her uniform and changing her into some softer, more comfortable clothes before climbing into the open space beside her, smiling as even in her sleep she snuggled up beside you.

“Sleep well baby.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her head, “and you will be definitely taking a sick day tomorrow, Director Danvers.”

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acescavern · 9 months

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DREAM: SONG MINGI X FEM!READER

Pairing: Incubus demon!Mingi ( kinda ) x Fem! Human! Reader.

Genre: fantasy?? demon mingi, smut. minors dni

Synopsis: you like to walk on the side of danger, even if it's in the form of a hot barman dressed in leather pants.

wc; 2,119

Warnings: Okay, so I'm not sure what to label this as. but, HEAVY WARNINGS; We have an allusion to incubus demon Mingi, This is fully consented between the reader and Mingi and I feel like I've stated that quite obviously multiple times throughout, it kind of reads like Mingi is the demon predator and the reader is the human prey, rough sex, unprotected sex, allusion to them being strangers, Sex in a closed bar, sex on a pool table, degradation, praise, a few (?) spanks, BRIEF mirror sex, coming inside, Mingi pushes his come back in, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks a cocktail but it goes unmentioned that it is non-alcoholic, they play a chase game? reader runs and Mingi has to catch her but she asks for the game to happen?, With brief hair pulling, and biting ( once ), Mingi restrains her wrists with his hand for a lil bit. Mingi is BIG, Mingi doesn't prep the reader. if i've missed any please let me know

note: Hi, my lovelies. Ace here. This was originally an anon ask but the anon requested Wolf Mingi and a bunny reader. Unfortunately, I don't write ABO or Hybrid NSFW works so i altered it, I hope you don't mind! PLEASE take note of the warnings. If you do not like to read this sort of thing, scroll by. I don't want to spoil the ending but as i like all my works to fit into the same universe, i had to make it all into a dream the reader had. But thats not to say it can't be a reoccurring dream!

feedback is appreciated! minors dni

Mingi knew you were there. He could catch your scent anywhere, the richest cherries he had ever smelt. You’d been frequenting his bar for a few weeks now, much to his surprise. The demon wondered if you realized the danger you seemed to willingly put yourself in by being here.

You were always alone, Mingi noted. And Mingi was always watching you. You weren’t stupid, you knew what he was… who he was. You knew it was bad news for a measly human to set foot in a bar full of hungry demons considering what you were to them, prey. Though, you felt comforted by the adrenaline, soothed by the power around you.

It was why you kept coming back, again and again. That and the handsome barman who watched you like a hawk. All dark eyes and broad shoulders. He owned the room with his presence alone. The incubus never approached you though, no matter how much you wanted him to. You’d always been the type to walk on the side of danger and the man in the tight leather pants, waistcoat, and cowboy hat screamed it.

You’d often found your curious eyes drawn to the slither of exposed skin on his navel. The first three times you visited, you thought you were crazy to lust after an incubus whose name you didn’t know. It was an exciting feeling.

Throughout the bustling Saturday night, Mingi tried to look for you as much as possible. You were sat on Yunho’s side of the bar, much to his dismay, and it was only in the last half hour to closing that Mingi sent the man home. Many stragglers and patrons already stumbling their way out and into cabs.

Until there was only one left. The pretty human sitting at the end of the bar, watching him with her chin resting on her hand, you. Mingi threw the cleaning cloth into the rag bucket, approaching you slowly.

“You know… It’s dangerous for your kind to be here.” He braced his hands on the wood of the bartop, his words slow and gravelly.

“And yet, I feel the safest I’ve ever been.” You grinned at him, tongue darting out to lick the remains of the fruity cocktail from your lips.

“Your instincts should be telling you to run away from here, Baby.” The warning in his voice didn’t scare you, despite the shiver that danced along your spine and the way his gaze locked onto the movement of your tongue had your body heating right back up.

You leaned forward over the bar, only a few centimeters between you now. “Are you going to chase me if I do?”

Mingi could practically taste your excitement. He tutted mockingly, rounding the bar and moving away from you in favor of closing the window shutters and locking the door. You’d followed his movements, breath hitching in anticipation when the sound of the lock clicking into place filled the tension between you both.

"I'm going to count down from three, Sweetheart." He began, pausing to give you time to protest. "And then you're going to run."

You climbed down from the barstool, heat swirling in your core. "Yes," You breathed. "and then?"

Mingi's head tilted, an almost sinister smile pulling at the edges of his lips. "And then, when I catch you, you'll beg."

A whimper catches in your throat, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Silence fell between the two of you once more, Mingi raising an eyebrow as if offering you an out.

You didn't want an out.

At your eye contact and firm nod of consent, Mingi held up three fingers.

The count began, "Three." He stood still, a heavy stare watching your eyes dart around the tables and unorganized chairs as you calculated your route.

"Two" His smirk widened as his eyes locked to the thundering pulse point in your neck, your chest rising and falling quickly as you took your first few steps around the obstacles.

You neared him, eyes wide in the thrilling fear. You crept near him, anticipating the final number of the countdown. You'd anticipated this moment for weeks, lustful gazes exchanged every spare moment, and now… Now, it was finally here. A thrill-seeking buzz settled in your veins, your eyes never leaving him.

and finally, "Last chance, Sweetheart." He taunted, "One."

Everything paused, not a movement nor sound made as your brain registered what it meant.

"Run." Mingi launched for you as you weaved around the tables, pulling chairs into your path to slow him down.

The obstacles were no match for the big bad wolf. Mingi shoved every single one off to the side, the sounds of the wood scraping along the floor and colliding with other chairs filling your ears. Mingi lets you stay ahead for a few moments, just enough to lull the false sense of victory into your mind.

Two strong hands landed firmly on your waist, pressing your front onto the green felt of the pool table. Mingi reveled in your shriek of surprise. You knew you were caught but that didn't stop you from writhing your body in a feat to make it harder for him.

The leather of his pants rubbed against the backs of your thighs, the skin exposed beyond the hem of your velvet dress. Mingi's big hands gathered your wrists at the small of your back, pinning them there with his left hand.

"Gotcha." He growled out lowly, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Mingi had your front pressed so far onto the pool table that your legs dangle over the edge, tips of your shoes just barely grazing the ground. Mingi's rough, right hand ran the length of your thigh, pushing your dress up and over the curve of your behind as it went.

"I've given you so many chances to back out." Long fingers toyed with the gusset of your panties.

"I don't want to." You turned your head, cheek smushed to the green felt. You could catch the whiff of liquor from many spilled drinks over the years. "Please."

At your words, the fingers of Mingi's left hand tightened around your wrists. His index and middle finger slipped the crotch of your panties to the side, a deep sigh of satisfaction reaching your ears when they ran through your slit.

"You enjoy this." It wasn't a question, Mingi knew, and he didn't leave room for arguments as he tapped those two fingers over your pussy, watching as your arousal spread over your skin and coated his fingers. "You're soaked." He let his middle finger circle where you needed him the most.

“Please,” You whimpered, “I’m not gonna break.” You begged, feebly attempting to push your hips back but with your lack of footing on the ground, you had no chance.

Mingi couldn’t help but laugh, his fingers smearing your arousal onto the back of your thigh. You thought he was going to prolong his teasing. You thought he was going to make you beg more. Your cry of surprise echoed around the empty bar when your panties were harshly yanked down your legs, dangling at your ankles. You could hear him fumble with his belt and zipper with one hand and whilst you ached to turn around and see him, Mingi kept you firmly on the pool table.

The sudden intrusion into your heat had you arching with a cry. Finally. Your eyes closed as you focused on relaxing your body to accommodate him, breathing slowly through your nose. Mingi was thick and girthy. You could feel every vein and throb as he wasted no time pushing into you. He allowed you a moment once he was seated into the base, finally letting go of your wrists. Instead, Mingi pulled your body up to be propped by your forearms, molding you into his desired position.

“Good girl, you can take it, can’t you baby?” His voice was like honey, dripped into your eardrums as he praised you.

His words of encouragement made your pussy flutter around him, though Mingi didn’t give you a chance to answer him before his hips drew back and surged forward again. His hips hitting against your ass had your waist uncomfortably digging into the edge of the table but you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop. Not when he set up such a deliciously brutal pace from the get-go, pounding roughly into you to draw almost pornographic moans from your throat.

Mingi was hitting all the right spots, hand pushing at your shoulders to deepen the arch of your back and hips. In the end, it tangled into your hair to pull your eyeline over to the decorative mirror in your view. Usually, the mirror would serve as a cautionary for people to see around the corner, preventing many spilled drinks and bar fights.

“See how pathetic you look?” He snarled, teeth grazing your earlobe. Mingi made eye contact through your reflection. “Fucking a stranger, letting him use you over. And. Over.” His words were punctuated by rough smacks of his thighs meeting your skin, the force moving your body forward each time.

The you in your reflection looked thoroughly fucked. She had smeared mascara, and teary eyes hooded with want. She looked wild, you looked wild. Your attention was stolen away from yourself and onto Mingi. His plush lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he released sinful moans of his own. The knot in your core continued to tighten, dragging you closer to your impending orgasm.

The hold on your hair disappeared, your forehead pressing against the hard table again. “So pathetic.” Your cry of agreeance earned you a sharp swat to your left ass cheek, the bite of pain drawing a drawn-out moan from within you. “I’m gonna come!”

Your announcement had Mingi’s torso smothering your back as he hammered harder into you. His thrusts measured and speedy as your walls welcomed him over and over. Your nails scratched at the pool table’s surface to find purchase, the need to brace yourself for your oncoming climax almost overwhelming. Your fingertips hit against the white ball, the sphere knocking another and rolling toward a pocket. The pool table was creaking and groaning as it shook, the vibrations of the movement pocketing the lone ball.

“Then fucking do it,” Mingi’s hips ground on every hit home, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix without fail. The man wedged his between you and the hard surface, fingers finding your clit with ease to set a matching pace.

You were close. You could feel the edge of your orgasm within reach and he kept you there for a few moments. It was only when his teeth bit into your shoulder from behind did it hit you like a freight train, a lengthy scream bouncing off the walls as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. It was like a fire spread through your nerve endings, every muscle in your body tensing with the onslaught of pleasure. Mingi moaned hoarsely, muffled by your shoulder as he followed suit.

The weight of him was gone suddenly. Mingi draws back slowly from you to watch the evidence of him leak from your hole. The next thing you know, those same two fingers from earlier had gathered the escaping substance only to plunge it back inside you.

“We don’t want that escaping, do we baby?” His voice was a mock of praise and comfort as he kept his fingers in place to reach down for the flimsy material of your panties.

They’d stayed hooked at your ankles from where your legs dangled, Mingi now pulling them back up and in place. Only once they were up your thighs did he pull his fingers from you, eliciting a sensitive whimper from yourself who was still sprawled over the green felt. You felt Mingi pat the palm of his hand over your clothed core, his leaking come soaking into the material.

“There we go.” He murmured, tugging your dress back in place. “____,” He sounded muffled to your ears, far away almost as your exhausted body lay spent and satisfied, your eyes closed in bliss.

“Mmh.” You didn’t move.

“____!” He sounded much louder now, right next to your ear.

You jolted, eyes springing open. You groggily blinked them, darting your gaze around the room. Your bedroom. In front of you, your smiley boyfriend crouched at your bedside with his hand gently caressing your shoulder.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Mingi frowned, eyes carefully watching your face.

With the dull ache between your legs and a racing heart, you just nodded.

“Yeah, A dream.”

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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— i'll win him over

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Requested by anonymous: HIIIIIII!!!! Oh boy am I excited. Okay so now it's my turn for James Keene 🤩. Can I please request a story (it's a bit specific, but I've just finished peaky blinders and can't get it out of my head) which takes place after Jimmy has gotten out of jail. The reader has an older brother (think like Richie Boyle from the Outfit..it could even be him if thats okay with you) who runs a similar business like the one Jimmy used to, but they both hate each other. Nevertheless Jimmy falls for his sister which wounds up to be tough for both men. If you want the reader can have more brothers who run the business. THANK YOU FOR YOIR TIME I HOPE THAT WASNT CONFUSING LMAO BYEEEEE

pushed back in time to the 50s I believe, not in the same universe as Black Bird, someone should request for Richie Boyle 👀 *wink wink, request for richie boyle babe-* also, no smut!! i wasn't really in the mood for smut, sorry anon honey :( also, yes, a bit confusing but it's okay! i hope i did it justice :)

Jimmy's front was a bar that he was a bartender for. It fit, honestly, being a bartender for a drug dealing front. The only thing that didn't fit was the flower shop right next to him his competition always frequented.

Richie was too much of a firecracker to be liked, he had a problem with his anger issues so no matter how many times Jimmy tried to make some sort of alliance, it always ended in Richie getting pissed off and leaving — not before punching one of Jimmy's men though.

Today, he was determined to find out what the hell was so interesting about the flower shop next to his bar. Maybe it was just a ploy to see what he was doing? Figure out if they could steal another shipment?

All of the thoughts were running through his mind as he walked into the flower shop, opening the door to make a bell ring out. All of the smells flooded into his nose, his eyes widening when he saw all of the beautiful flowers and mixed bouquets. They were absolutely beautiful and bright, each flower absolutely perfect with zero wilted petals or leaves.

"Hi, welcome in! I'm so sorry, be there in a minute!" Your voice rings out, Jimmy pausing.

Maybe it wasn't what was so in the shop but who.

"That's alright love!" James slowly walked through the aisles, trying to find you in the entirety of all of the flowers that could've blinded him if they were lights. For fucks sake, they were all beautiful. You put together different colors and textures, one bright bouquet of roses and sunflowers catching his eye.

"That was my first bouquet I made," you say, walking toward him with a smile. "N-Not that one exactly, but the roses and the sunflowers. They're one of my favorites."

"It's beautiful." James said, smiling as he looked back at you. "I'm James, I run the bar next door."

You pause but take his hand and give it a firm shake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you. What can I do for you, James?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you know, but I run more of the high-end bars in town, and someone is always asking why we don't have centerpieces in the VIP rooms." James makes up the lie quickly, smiling down at her. "It doesn't have to be very big, and you will have full creative freedom if that helps guide your decision. All I ask is that they are different every week."

"Oh. Oh wow, when would you need the flowers? Come with me," you say, keeping his hand in yours and pulling him to the back. "Is there any color scheme that you want? Or a limit in price?"

"No, again, full freedom. Anything you want, I'll just pay every week." He smiled at you as you pursed your lips, humming.

"Well, it wouldn't be weekly. If anything, it would be biweekly, I make sure my flowers last longer than a week. There's a special element in the water." You say, writing down some ideas in some pretty handwriting. "Each bouquet would range anywhere from thirty to one hundred each. Is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine. I would only need eight each order because it's strictly for VIP rooms."

“Oh, gotcha! I can do that,” you smile one of the prettiest smiles he had ever seen. “I can get these for you in two days. Sound good?”

“Very good, love. Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

The bell rings making you look up, yelling out, “In the back!”

“Y/N! Where are you?!”

You rolled your eyes. “In the back!”

“Oi, you seen that-” Richie paused when he saw James, gaping. “Why the fuck are you here?!”

“Richie! Go away, he’s a customer!” You yell, quickly standing up straight. “James, I will have these flowers for you soon, okay?”

“No you won’t!” Richie comes between you both after you go around the desk, shaking his head. “You stay the fuck away from my sister.”

James paused, looking from you to Richie. “She’s too pretty to be your sister.”

“Haha, very fucking funny! She’s adopted, you asshole, leave her the fuck alone!”

“Richie, stop!” You say, pushing him as hard as you could. “I’m so sorry, James, ignore him.”

“I will,” James smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

It makes you smile, nodding. “Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No he won’t!”

“Shut up, Richie!”

After that, you saw him a lot more. James came to see you every day, it was just a matter of time before something happened.

It started off slow, soft kisses behind closed doors and light touches when no one was looking, but Jimmy wanted to change that. You were the first girl he actually wanted to get serious with, he wanted to be able to go out on dates with you without risking being punched by your brother.

Maybe that's the reason why he stood in front of your house, ready to meet Richie and then your dad to continue to court you. It was something stupid he normally didn't believe in, but he wanted to do it right.

So, as soon as he passed the gates, he really did expect the punch he got straight to the face.

"You kissed my sister you bastard?!"

"Rich! Richie, you leave him alone!" You tried to yell, gasping as James shoved him.

"Don't fucking hit me!" He shouted, wiping at his mouth with a sigh. "I came to get your respect, not your approval."

"You don't have any of that, get out!" Richie goes in for another hit before Jimmy caught his wrist, shoving him.

"Listen to me!" James shoved him again, looking over his shoulder to stare at you being held back by one of his henchmen. "I love your sister, even if you don't know anything about that shit."

"Don't you fucking-"

"I'm going to be with her no matter what." Jimmy smiled back at you before glaring at your brother. "So, you better learn how to fucking live with it."

His words make you smile widely, giggling. "Move, Richie!"

Reluctantly, he does with a shout of your father, letting you run forward and into Jimmy's arms. "Oh my, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll take more than a punch to be with you." He smiled as you giggled, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "I'll win him over, I promise."

"You better, or he might just kill you!"

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sol-is-the-reason · 1 year

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Criminal

Character Selected:- Midoriya Izuku

Anime:- My Hero Academia

Reader:- Dom!Male!Reader

Type:- NSFW/possessive/angst kinda?

Tw:- Psychological, lemon, Songfic, manipulation, death, killing, blood, possessive, use of property (for izuku)

Read at your own risk.

[A/n:- (V/n) :- Villain name. BTW it will be my first lemon no matter how small so I hope you enjoy! Also this is set after bkdk's fight, so their friends again. Kinda. ]

He is a hustler, he's no good at all.

He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum.

He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable

He is a sucker with a gun, gun,gun

The atmosphere was tense in the room. With two of the three glaring at each other from other side of the couches. The only adult woman, in the room, known as Midoriya Inko had an unreadable expression on her face with mixture of pain, panic, sadness and (mostly) shock as she processed the news that had reached her in the last five minutes.

She looked at the young blonde boy beside her who was busy in the glaring contest with her son.

What may be the news you may ask that had her so spooked?

Izuku, her lovable, responsible- the biggest fanboy of the no. 1 hero- son had gone out and had started dating the current no.1 villain (V/n). And the way he was he was defending him as if he were some king, she couldn't understand just what happened to her bright son to turn to that path.

Never mind that she had to make him realise what he was getting himself into.

Yes and she was positive once he saw her point of view he would realise what the hell he was doing. And surely katsuki would help her. She turned to him and pleaded silently with her eyes and fortunately he seemed to get the message and slightly nodded his head.

I know you told me I should stay away

I know you said he's just a dog astray

He is a bad boy with a tainted heart

And even I know this ain't smart

Izuku knew this would happen one day. He predicted it would go this way. But never would he imagine that Bakugou would be the one to find out first. But he guessed it's not as surprising. After all he was the first one to find out about one for all.

Though he didn't expect him to just straight out go and tell his mother. He knew this was just his way of being worried about him? or so he thinks.., but he loved (M/n) damn it! Why couldn't they just understand that. So what if he was a villain? (M/n) loved him all the same.

But Mama I'm in love with a criminal

And this type of love isn't rational,

it's physical

Moans echoed around the room. The green-haired couldn't help but let out a sob as globs of tears run down his face. (M/n) thrusted widely into him. He had izuku in a mating press as he hugged him and changed the angle of his thrust to aim at the greenettes prostate.

"ahh (M/n)~"

"s-slow down-n pl-ease~"

"Hmm?why should I baby~ you look so cute like this, all wet and hard for me~"

As he said that he thrusted slow and hard behind him, so that izuku was moving forward with each one.

He took his red cock in his hands and started jerking him off inlink with his thrusts.

"I- love you (nickname)"

You just snickered at the oblivious boy. Was he really so delusional to think that you loved him back. Haha he really was too trusting. So heroic of him to think that he could turn you on their side just because of his love. You wondered if thats why he did everything you asked? Hmm you'll just have to see how he'll go then~.

Mama please don't cry,

I will be alright

All reason aside I just can't deny,

I love the guy

No matter how much Inko tried, he was just not ready to listen...

Why can't he just understand that this is not only wrong but who knows what those villains could do to him...

"Izuku...please just listen." He could hear the desperation in her voice.

But he also couldn't get the tiny voice of (M/n) out of his head.

" Don't listen to her, I love you...you wouldn't want to lose what we have right... Do the right thing and I'll give you a reward~okay.."

Yes, he couldn't loose him, the only person who 'loves' the real him, not now..

He is a villain by the devil's law

He is a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun

That man's a snitch and unpredictable

He's got no conscience, he got none, none, none, none

"(M/n)!! That's enough!! Your killing her!" Izuku yelled out trying to stop the ____ haired man from killing the poor girl who had tried to flirt with him.

"Hmm, how about...No. " He said with narrowed eyes directed at the greenette. He was holding the bloody beaten girl by the neck, hovering in the air so she was face to face with him.

"I don't like sharing my property you know" he said to the barely awake girl. It seemed she was trying to say something but (M/n) didn't gave her a chance to do so as he crushed her neck with his bare hand. The sickening cracked echoed in the alleyway accompanied by a horrified gasp.

" What? Did you think that just because you know your mistake I wouldn't kill you? That I would spare your pathetic life? Don't make me laugh..No one and I mean NO ONE touches what's mine." (M/n) said with a crazed chuckle and smirk as he talked to the now dead body of the girl.

Honestly it didn't matter to him if the girl would have asked the boy out or whatever she wanted, it was just an means to the end for him. He had to make sure Izuku stayed in love with him so he could get everything he wanted from him, and the other reason, well he was simply in the mood to kill. It was a golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. And through his observation of the greenettes behaviour in the next few days, he knew he succeeded.

All I know, should've let go, but no

And he's got my name,

Tattooed on his arm his lucky charm

So I guess it's okay he's with me

And I hear people talk

Trying to make remarks keep us apart

But I don't even hear

I don't care

Izuku knew he shouldn't feel this way. But he couldn't help it. He didn't knew how in the pits of hell did he developed such feelings much less for a villain too.

But when he heard you talk like that, claiming him as yours, and calling him your property...he didn't knew what happened but something in him snapped. And suddenly he didn't mind that there was a dead body right next to his feet. That a pool of blood was forming around it, reaching dangerously close to his shoes. He didn't mind that it stained the boots of his UA uniform, as he approached you and kissed you deeply.

Since then you noticed how he turned into an obedient little puppy whenever you were even a little bit possessive of him.

And oh~ you can't wait to use it to your advantage.

'Cause Mama I'm in love with a criminal

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical

Mama please don't cry, I will be alright

All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy......

[A/n:-I...uh...Part 2...anyone?😶😶‍🌫️]

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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💚| hello all<3 decided to write these because i was surprised that I never had before. wrote these for some hxh characters, but i am totally down to write these for any other of my fandom characters as well! just drop them below or in my asks and i'll get to u when I can :D

listening to jealous by eyedress while writing this and i love this song with my entire soul. y'all don't understand. also this might be why i decided to write these haha

ily guys, thank you for bearing with me. enjoy<333

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ g/n s/o, light mentions of murder, possessiveness maybe?

how do they act when they get jealous? ~ main 4

gon

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ idk if he really gets jealous. he just kinda trusts you not to mess around with other people and leaves it at that

・❥・ if gon suspects that someone else might be coming on to you, and you aren't totally against it, he'll just let you go right there. he doesn't care for all the drama

・❥・ if that isn't the case, though, he'll go out of his way to avoid that person. he'll do it covertly, and you likely won't even notice. he avoids acting "jealous" because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

killua

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ if he sees you being "friendly" with another person, chances are he won't be very happy.

・❥・he'll brush off your questions later, bragging about how nobody could ever compete with him, but it does bother him. however, he knows you won't be happy if he overreacts, so he purposely lets whoever's coming on to you keep it up while reacting accordingly to prevent suspicion on your end.

・❥・then, when they've finally crossed the line- maybe put a hand on your body, made a suggestive remark about something you were wearing- that's when killua will strike, after you've become less wary and when you aren't around. doesn't matter where they are he will find a way to get to them. the least he'll do is make them shit themselves, but killing isn't totally out of the question for him, either... after all, what the hell are they doing coming on to his partner?

・❥・"hey, killua- have you seen 'them' lately? i haven't encountered them in a while."

"nope. haven't seen them at all."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kurapika

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this man isn't the jealous type. he doesn't want to seem controlling or possessive, so he tries his best to let you talk to whoever you feel like.

・❥・of course, that isn't to say kurapika doesn't get suspicious about certain people every once in a while. it's an instinct at this point

・❥・so when he sees you off talking with someone who seems to be getting a little too close, he'll calmly walk up and greet the person politely, making sure to nonchalantly throw in the fact that he's your boyfriend. if kurapika's really sensing something weird, he might throw an arm around your waist, plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

・❥・but really, he's internally begging this person to try him. let this person touch you or look at you the wrong way, and he's whisking you away with the most frightening glare you've ever seen directed toward the person. needless to say, you don't see them again, and kurapika just acts like nothing happened.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

leorio

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ is the jealous type- bro feels threatened kinda easily. although, he isn't the jealous type- brooding, kisses you ravenously in front of anyone he sees as a threat, makes sure everyone knows you're with him at all times. he's just jealous- "HEY BRO THATS MY PARTNER WHY ARE YOU EVEN LOOKIN AT THem oh wait okay calm down fine let's just leave y/n"

・❥・*aggressively holds your hand as he walks away with u*

"leorio?"

"yeah?"

"you're hurting my hand..."

✧༺💚༻∞ ✧💚 ༺💚༻∞

y'all i have such a hard time taking mr. oreo seriously. like please you'd have to hold me at gunpoint to get me to write something serious about him💔💔

i hope u enjoyed reading<33

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butlersxbirdy · 2 years

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Hi! Could you write a Angst with fluff where Austin is out with friends for lunch and your at home cleaning and end up spraining your ankle while going down the stairs and you try to call Austin but he doesn’t pick up until he finally answers after a few times.

You Light My Morning Sky: Interlude 5

I'll Pick You Up When You're Getting Down

Warnings: Hints of smut (you know with this couple it's gonna get horny up in here), injury, mentions of pain medication.

Much to your shock, the soreness from your day as Austin's toy wasn't too terrible. You weren't shocked that Austin was as loving and attentive as he'd promised, and then some.

"How's my baby girl and my sweet pussy today?" He crooned in your ear after letting you sleep in until quite late. You had let out a sleepy giggle at that, and Austin's hands had been all over you the second they could be. He held you all day and when you suggested a walk on the beach, he carried you on his back most of the way and hid you from Paparazzi with kisses and gentle hands pressed to your face. Both of you had been needing a day like this, and you felt absolutely at home in his arms by the time you dragged each other into the bedroom before you had to get dressed for an evening out.

"Baby, I don't have to go tomorrow," he starts when you look at his schedule together. He was still mostly in his suit and your dress you wore to dinner was pulled up, panties across the floor. His hands were gentle but worshipful on your hips, and you could tell he was still feeling guilty about having to meet with his agent and then go to lunch with friends the next day.

"Austin, my love. I'm okay, and I want you to go have fun. Please?" You encourage. "Come on, don't give stuff up for me, we said we wouldn't be that couple, go on," you remind him. He melts into you and rests his head on your chest, resisting the urge to tug your dress down and suckle on your perfect skin.

"Okay. But when I come home let's do more wedding stuff okay?" He asks with a soft smile. "Please?"

You nod, smiling at him and you rest your hand on his cheek. His hands roam over your body and land on your stomach.

"Baby, I might be overthinking this, but will you tell me if you feel off over the next couple weeks? I uhm... I read that the position we tried is how a lot of couples who are. Uh. Trying?" He coughs. "Got pregnant," he finishes and you can't help but laugh.

"Baby boy, I'm on birth control, its okay," you reassure him and he blushes.

"I know, but... I don't know. I came in you a lot and we didn't really clean you up until the very end, I know its stupid but I still wanna know if you're feeling sick okay?" He presses the matter, gently rubbing your belly and sides.

You giggle and nod.

"Yes, Austin, I will tell you. I tell you everything," you smile, and he kisses you, perking up quite a bit.

"Thats true. No secrets here," he smiles and presses kisses to your shoulder. You fall asleep like that, in a dark room, partially dressed with your hands pushed under his shirt and his face pressed to your neck, sleeping soundly through the night surrounded by the scent of each other.

When you wake the next morning, you wake to an empty bed. You frown a little but you hear the shower running and there's a note with a cup of coffee on the bedside table.

"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you" the note reads and you smile, nuzzling into his pillow before sitting up slowly.

You smile and drink the coffee, standing slowly, but to your surprise, you have to put the coffee down to avoid dropping it. Your legs are cramped, uncomfortably so, and you stretch them out before trying to stand again. Your legs respond well to the second attempt, and you make your way to the bathroom. You stand in the doorway and listen as Austin sings softly under the water, and you find yourself jealous of the droplets on his skin.

"Darling, so it goes... some things are meant to be..." he sings and you smile, slowly undressing and getting in the shower with him, singing the harmony lines as you slide your arms around him from behind. He leans into your touch and grins as you sing together and when he turns to look at you, he pulls you into a kiss directly under the shower head.

"There's a drought. This is the best I can do as far as kissing in the rain," he hums against your lips and you giggle.

"Thank god we're saving the planet by showering togerher," you hum and he nods.

"We're basically superheroes," he moans, and rocks you in his arms gently as he pushes his tongue between your lips. You tug the soft hair framing his face gently and he moans, pressing you against the shower wall.

"My meeting is in one hour," he hums against your neck. "Mama, can I taste you, please?" He asks and you nod, resting your leg on his shoulder when he sinks to his knees, screaming his name as he licks you until you gush all over him and you both collapse, breathless, on the floor of the shower.

When you're both clean and dried, you guide Austin to sit down on the bed, trying to hide your sore, wobbly legs from him.

"Want me to dress you today?" You ask as his arms come up automatically to wrap around your waist and his face nuzzles into your hips.

"Yeah, Mama, I don't really wanna go but if I know you're helping me its better," he smiles a little and you lift his chin, tilting his face so you can lean down and kiss him.

"Good boy," you smile and go to the closet, picking out dark mineral washed jeans, a white long sleeve shirt, and his favorite boots. You grab his stainless steel rings and a necklace with your initials on it and come back out to him.

He smiles as you hand him his clothes and he shakes his head.

"You do it, Mama. Mama does it better," he hums, looking up at you. You blush and you nod, gently tugging his hair and kissing him.

"I love you sweet boy," you smile at him and he nips at your hip.

"Love you most, Mamas," he closes his eyes and waits. You put his shirt on him, and then you guide him to stand up. Kneeling at his feet, his length looks so tempting but you swallow the drool gathering in your mouth at the sight of his cock so you can help him step into a pair of snug briefs. He swallows thickly and you kiss just below his bellybutton. Getting his jeans on is quicker, and when you stand slowly, you put his jewelry on, one ring at a time. He points to the bedside table where he left his engagement ring before getting in the shower.

"Good boy," you hum and he preens under the praise. You put it on him and dab his neck with a little cologne before putting the necklace on him.

"Arms up, baby," you purr, holding up his favorite deodorant. He bites his lip and tilts his head back as you put it on him under his shirt and then you slowly brush his hair.

"Okay, baby. Enough denying the inevitable. You gotta go, get your boots on and go kick ass," you say softly, and he pulls you into a deep, appreciative kiss.

"I know," he nods and he puts his shoes on and heads down the stairs to the door. "Get some rest, I'll be back soon, I'll bring you some lunch like a good boy," he promises and you press your forehead to his.

"Best boy. Love you," you whisper and he kisses you, hugging you close.

"Love you Mama," he sighs, inhaling your scent before leaving before he loses his nerve to leave.

After a nap and more stretching, you decide to clean and switch over the apartment color scheme to Fall and make a nice dinner plan for you and Austin. You put up the family photos you'd been procrastinating hanging up, changed the sheets to deep rust and burgundy and cream, and carry the piles of Fall clothes you had in storage downstairs to be washed. However, you were unused to the gap design of the loft stairs, and your legs were still shaky, and you miss a step. You feel a painful pop, your leg gives out, and you slide painfully down the stairs, smacking your head on the wall.

The pain and shock are overwhelming and you start crying. Your dominant side is pushed away now; you need Daddy. Your phone is in your pocket, thankfully, and you look at the time with tear soaked eyes and shaking hands. Austin should be out of his meeting. You call him, and it rings out until you get his voicemail.

"D...Daddy, pick up..." you whimper and then you hang up. You try to stand, to see if you can make it to the couch, but there's no way. You call him again and it goes straight to voice-mail.

"Please, Daddy... Austin, I need you to come back," you sob, and then you lay back on the floor, exhausted from holding yourself up. Your shoulder aches from falling and your head hurts, as well as the ache settling into your hips, legs, and rapidly swelling ankle. You send two snaps and call three more times, to no avail.

"Come ON," You growl in frustration, and end up crying on the floor at the foot of the stairs. After a few minutes you call again and after two rings he picks up.

"Hey, Mamas, perfect timing, my meeting ran long and I'm about to go get lunch, what do you want me to bring you?" He asks. You pause and he clears his throat.

"Mamas?" He asks, and you sniffle.

"Daddy, I'm hurt.. I fell," you sob and he gasps.

"Don't move, I'm on my way, do not try to get up. Is anything broken? Is there a fire or water running?" He asks and you can hear he's running. He sounds crazed, and you want to tell him to calm down but you can't even keep your own breathing even. You hear him opening his car door, starting the car, and connecting to bluetooth so he can stay on the phone with you.

"D..Daddy, nothing like that, just... come home," you cry.

"Okay, Baby girl, Daddy's coming, it's okay. Tell me what happened," he tries to soothe you but his voice is shaking. He stays on the phone with you, listening to your story, until he bursts through the door and when he sees you, his face crumbles. The blazing fire in his eyes goes up in smoke and he looks so sad and scared as he sprints to you and drops to the floor by your side.

"Princess... oh, no, my baby," he cradles you to him and then lifts you into his lap. You wince and his heart breaks a little. "Where hurts, baby?" He asks and you sob.

"Everywhere," you whine and he kisses your red, tear streaked cheeks.

"Baby, we gotta go to the doctor," he says quietly, limbs shaking and jaw trembling.

"I'm fine," you start and he shakes his head.

"Mamas, you fell down the stairs, you have to go get checked out," he insists and you try to shake your head but it hurts too much, and you cave.

When you get to the emergency room, (after a drive thats a total blurr because Austin was white knuckling the steering wheel the whole time, jaw clenched, one hand holding yours) the first thing you ask for once they get you into a room is some pain management so that Austin can lay down with you without worrying about hurting you. After a quick blood test they agree, and the second you make grabby hands for him he's right there holding you while they wrap your sprained ankle and check your other injuries.

"I'm okay, Daddy," you whisper, causing the nurse to raise her eyebrow and look at her colleague. "But you better make sure people sign NDA's because I'm not having our lives on the front page," you say to him quietly, and you bury your face in his chest. He soothes you calmly, feeling a lot better now that you're more comfortable and he knows nothing is broken and you're feeling cuddly.

"I will Baby girl, don't worry," he says softly, kissing your cheek. "How you feeling?" He asks, the words laced with concern, and you look at him softly.

"I'm okay, Daddy, I feel better," you smile.

"You were crying so hard, you were so hurt..." he shakes his head and cups your jaw tenderly. "I can't believe I didn't pick up, I'm so selfish..." he sighs, running his hand over his face, but you take his hand and hold it close to your chest, kissing his jaw.

"Daddy, your meeting went long, its okay... I missed you but I'm alright, I was scared but you came back to me," you soothe him, your brain a little fuzzy from the meds. His fingers dance through your hair, and he kisses your forehead.

"Go to sleep baby, we can talk about it later," he smiles sadly, but even through the fog you know this is wrong.

"Daddy, no! You're the best Daddy..." you insist, hands gripping his shirt. He shifts your position so you're laying more comfortably and holds you securely.

"Daddy's not going anywhere, Princess..."

When he finally gets you home, he hand feeds you a dinner of mac and cheese and a popsicle for dessert so you can have all your comfort foods and keep your pain medication down.

"We'll get the stairs redone," he says fretfully, brushing your hair and dabbing some cream on your bruised shoulders and neck. "I promise, Mama. Nothing like this will happen again. And I'm never turning my phone off again," he assures you and you lean against him.

"Thanks for always picking me up when I'm down, Daddy," your voice sounds low and sleepy again and he melts into you.

"You do the same for me, Mamas. Every damn time," he whispers, and closes his eyes, feeling more thankful than ever that you're safe in his arms.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut #you light my morning sky #austin butler elvis #fic requests #austin butler x reader

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blackgirl0nline · 2 years

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steve Harington future dilf headcanon

no bc let's talk about it Steve Harrington is an aspiring DILF. As someone with diagnosed dilfism (read: brainrot) I know a thing or two about these things.

Ofc we know the obvious things, Steve has all the ingredients, he's great with kids, protective and is a laid-back fun-loving dude.

But here are some of my headcanons for a dilf!harrington:

can't cook, but loves to try, Saturday morning pancakes while the kids watch cartoons, but he gets distracted because a fun one comes on, and now the fire alarm is going off and the smell of smoke lingers in the kitchen for a few hours.

HANDS-ON HIPS, DAD STANCE ACTIVATED

he's a very talkative guy, so the "because I said so" way of parenting doesn't work, he gets an eye roll and the argument continues

incredibly patient, even if he raises his voice Steve always keeps his composure, keeping his empathy intact. He'd rather understand his kids than have them obey his every word.

Gives everyone haircuts. He knows his stuff okay? There might be some pushback when he first offers, but he gives a damn good cut

(imagine steve opening up his own barber shop. Duffer brothers please, you could literally call it Harrington Hair PLEASE)

loves nicknames, will call any kid any nickname. "alright peaches", "hurry up sunshine!", "hey, bonbon come here,"

sports dad all the way, he's at every game, he buys all the merch, he gets a little too into it, coaching from the bleachers, "thats a goddamn foul!" he's on his feet no matter how hard he tries to chill

keeps forgetting he's not supposed to swear, "ah, shiiii... shoot" "dad you're not supposed to say the s word." "I said shoot. I said shoot! Shoot is not a swear word... Just, don't tell mom."

Always has a word of wisdom or advice, it might even get annoying sometimes, "you know my dad once told me...", "a wise man once said...", "that reminds me of the time..."

Dad jokes.

Should really stop helping with math homework after grade 6, but he tries, goes over the textbook, tries to call up a friend, "we were not learning that when I was in school."

road trips ROAD TRIPS

keeps a music collection in the car just for the occasion (his precious tapes), telling scary stories by the campfire, fishing but catching nothing

as much as he complained about babysitting, he's great with kids, he loves kids, he's great with them and he literally has to admit he loves it

sarcastic looks at PTA meetings

doesn't get his kid's references. he's a little clueless but he's got the spirit "what's the inter...net...? Internet? Okay, whatever, kiddo, as long as you like it. AND BE SAFE."

hates those "some assembly required" toys, or even furniture, "what... goddamn language is this...?" losing pieces, quietly whisper yelling, but beaming from ear to ear when it's all put together.

holiday guy 1000%, goes all out when he can.

okay that's all I can think about for now.

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things volume two #st4 #nancy and steve #dad! steve harrington #dilfism #dilfism brainrot #i need help pls i can't stop thinking about this

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sansaery-theonsa · 2 years

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Road not taken looks real' good now (part 2)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

Part 1 | part 3

"You've gone quite in the last couple of days, what's going on with you?"

Rhaenyra asked when she got to alicent locker.

Its been 3 days since otto, Alicent's father, came back and the two have barely saw each other or spoken in this time.

Alicent was taking her histy book out before she glanced at her friend.

Alicent couldn't blame her friend for asking. The two were so used to be attached together, that it was ood when they were separated for more then a day.

"Im fine, just busy" Alicent said with a shrug.

"Busy with what? We were suppose to be studying together to our finals, you said that yourself" Rhaenyra said confused

"Something is happening and you're not telling me about it, i can feel it"

Alicent raised an eyebrow at her best friend

"Thats absurd Rhae, don't overthink that. Tho Im genuinely sorry for not being around in the last few days, and i miss you too"

Rhaenyra looked at the taller girl skeptically

"Are you okay? Did he said anything? You know that if he's being a dick to you , you can always stay at my place, my parents loves you"

Alicent smiled at her best friend just before the bell ring

"Im okay Rhae, ill talk to you later, I promise"

Alicent indeed wasn't okay as she tried to make it look like,

She was tired and ashamed and a bit scared to be honest.

Her father was never pleased with her, and no matter how hard she tried she never felt good enough for him.

When he returned home from his business trip he told her about the son of his boss at work, "a brilliant young man" he said, and before she even had the opportunity to speak he ordered her to dress nicely to meet with him.

To say larys was "a brilliant young man" would be an overstatement, but she couldn't say much since it was her father order.

Larys was a classmate of hers, but she never really spoken to him.

He was odd and a bit creepy in her eyes, but he was rich and basically immune from any criticism and as far as anyone knew he was harmless so everyone just let him be.

On the other hand, she knew who his brother was.

He was a bit older then her and graduated from their school two years before, she didn't knew much about harwin, but Rhaenyra knew him and she remembered that he was always nice and protective of her, so she took a liking of him.

The date with larys was terrible if Alicent being honest.

He tried to kiss her halfway trough it, but she moved away, and yet he didn't seemed to get the message. Or care.

She knew she definitely didn't want to do that again. All she wanted afterwards was to not come back to her father's questioning gaze, but to Rhaenyra's embrace.

Unfortunately for her, she couldn't.

When her father asked about the unwanted date, she told the truth, and he didn't seem to like her take on it, as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her roughly to her bedroom.

Surly a young, rich guy like larys cant be that bad.

Her father's handprint stayed on her arm in the shades of black and blue, and she knew if she spend enough time with Rhaenyra she was bound to find out, so she kept her distance.

Because that was an accident, and things like that rarely happened with them, and he was her father.

Eventually, she agreed to a second date with larys.

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"Aegon" rhaenyra said as she flopped in the chair next to her brother.

The library was quiet, and aegon knew his sister wouldn't keep it that way for long

"Busy" he said without taking his eyes of the notebook in front of him.

"Aegon" she repeated with a whine and he sighed

"Busy" he said again, annoyed

"Aegon!!" She took she notebook away.

"What?!" He said annoyed and looked at her.

His glare soften when he saw her troubled expression

"Hey what happened?" he said and she released a breath.

"I think something is happening With alicent" she admitted and he raised an eyebrow

"What do you mean?" He asked confused.

"She's been acting a bit distant in the last few days" She explained

Aegon wasn't dumb, although many loved making him feel like he was.

And yet, he knew his sister better than most, he knew the older girl was basically smitten with her best friend, and he, as the good brother he was, tried to be supportive of her as much as he could.

"Nyra, she might just be busy, I'm sure its the finals that takings their toll on her, you know how she can be" he tried to reassure her.

"No, i know her, if it was just a test she would've told me, it's different, she's always getting distracted when her father comes home, but this time is different, I don't know why but i feel it"

Aegon put his hand on his sister's comforting.

"Honestly, i think you just miss her, you were together almost everyday this past two weeks, i think you just gotten used to be around her every second of every day, and it's a big change."

When he noticed that his sister didn't seemed to be convinced, he sighed

"but maybe you should do something fun together, just the two of you, especially now with all the stress you have with the finals" he offered and she nodded

"Yeah that might work" she said before smirking at him.

"Since when you're smart?" She asked and aegon laughed.

"I was always smart asshole, you were just too busy giving heart eyes to Alicent"

Rhaenyra shoved aegon playfully and he laughed

"Okay now leave me and my ADHD brain to handle my homework in peace"

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Alicent arm was bothering her, and the oversized sweatshirt she had to wear to cover her bruise, wasn't helping with that.

She was sitting in history class, praying for it to end.

She tried to listen, she really did, but her mind was hung on the unwanted text larys was sending her.

She hoped that if she wouldn't show him much interest he will stop trying, but considering the fact her father was basically forcing her to meet him again again after school, it wasn't a surprise he didn't.

He phone buzzed again, just as her teacher, Tyrion, spoke about the first men and the building of the great wall in the north.

She vaguely remembered dany's ex that worked there.

'Are you free after school? I wanna take you somewhere?' She read.

Rhaenyra was nervous as she waited for alicent reply.

'I have something actually' alicent typed but didn't send.

Alicent felt like she was going to be sick as she thought about larys trying to kiss her again, or touching her for that matter.

'Whats the plan?' she texted rhaenyra back before texting larys, letting him know something came up.

#rhaecent #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen #queen alicent #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #house of the dragon #aegon targaryen

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