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rafeandonlyrafe · 8 days

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, streamer!rafe, gamer!rafe, established relationship, semi public sex, male receiving oral

part one / part two

“sup chat.” rafe says, barely glancing at the words on the screen as viewers pour in. “we are playing cod, what the fuck else would we be playing?”

you giggle quietly in the corner of the room. you're not surprised that when rafe decided to start streaming that he grew quickly in popularity. his good looks compared with dry sense of humor and ruthlessness made him get both girls and guys to become loyal viewers.

rafe loads up modern warfare, glancing at you as you watch him intensely, the one person he cares about.

“come here baby.” rafe beckons you over. you appear regularly on his streams, usually just sitting silently watching him play, or scrolling on your phone in the background.

you move quickly to rafes side, bending down to press a kiss to his lips when he lifts his head up.

“love you.” you whisper, kissing the smirk that stretches over his lips.

you turn to look at the screen as the comments about you roll in. “sorry ladies, but he's mine.” you rub your hand against rafes neck as you read a message out loud.

“how long have you been dating?”

“since mind your own business.” rafe fires back quickly, making you roll your eyes, watching as he joins a private party of his friends and other streamers.

rafe may get snippy with chatters (half of which go crazy and start talking about being degraded by him) but he never acts that way with you as he lets out a whine when you walk away.

“another kiss for good luck.”

you press your mouths together again, increasing the intensity for all to see as you make out until you hear the game begin. you pull away to take your place just off screen.

“god, she's hot, isn't she?” rafe says with a smirk, glancing over to you as the boys in chat no doubt agree considering your ass was in the camera for part of the kiss. you roll your eyes dramatically, making rafe smile.

you pull your phone out as the game starts. you like to watch him play sometimes, but as rafe has streamed more and more, you've lost interest in the game and prefer to scroll through instagram or tiktok while listening to him responding to chatters or talking with fellow streamers.

you eventually grow bored as he plays game after game. you check his stream on your phone, curious the number of current viewers. he's not one of the most streamed, but he gets consistently good numbers as you lock your phone and place it down.

rafe glances over to you as he sees you move, but his eyes snap back to the game as shooting erupts from the speakers and he has to focus on not getting killed.

you move next to rafe, very aware that you are in perfect view of the camera as you sink to your knees and crawl under the desk.

“baby.” rafe warns, the other players letting out a laugh, but are quickly silenced with a growl from rafe.

“come on, just let me put it in my mouth.” you whine, not sure if the microphone is going to pick up your begging. “want it so bad.”

rafe usually wouldn't stop you, but he doesn't want to get banned and have to find someplace new to stream.

“alright, don't distract me from my game though.” he says, looking down between his legs as you work yourself in-between, pushing wires out of the way so you can kneel comfortably.

chat exploded as rafes view count rises, not hiding at all what you are doing between his legs as you tug at his basketball shorts, forcing them out from beneath him as his underwear is revealed, cock clearly outlined through the thin fabric.

you waste no time presses kisses up and down his length until it's straining against the fabric. rafe manages to keep his concentration on the game despite you pulling his cock out of his underwear.

“fuck.” he mutters softly as your bare mouth is now on him, eyes on the screen as he evades getting shot.

“yeah, she's under the fucking desk. stop talking about it.” rafe addresses his chat that must be going crazy.

you hear some commotion from the people on call with them, but even they don't push it as rafe changes the conversation back to the game, telling the other players what they need to do next.

you sink your lips around his cock, staying true to your word and letting it sit heavy on your tongue, keeping still as you close your eyes.

“alright, move baby.” rafe says after a few minutes, tapping you on the head.

you didn't hear him say goodbye to stream, but you assume he must have ended it as your head begins to bob up and down, cock pushing deep into your throat before you retract.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, loving the unique taste on your tongue as you lap up and down his shaft, making obscene slurping noises that you probably should be ashamed of, but you don't care if people do hear. you don't think anyone would blame you with how attractive rafe is.

“good girl.” he moans out as you hear his mouse furiously clicking.

you go back to sucking at his cock, hollowing out your cheeks as you move just how you know rafe likes it.

“goddamn it.” rafe groans, smashing his mouse against the desk as he gets killed in the game, his hand lowering as he waits to press against the back of your head, pushing you down until your nose is nuzzled against his skin.

you hold for as long as possible, even after rafes fingers return to his keyboard as a new game begins until you can't restrict your gag reflex any longer, pulling off with a cough.

“chat shut the fuck up.” rafe grunts out.

you lean forward, looking up at him through the space between his body and the desk. “you're still streaming?”

rafe glances down at you, your lips pink and shiny, face looking small next to his erect cock.

“keep going, baby. don't worry about it.”

“mkay.” you shrug. you know rafe won't blame you even if he does get in trouble for streaming this. despite nothing actually being shown, he hasn't exactly been subtle about it.

you bring your focus back to rafes cock, suckling on the head before you begin to move up and down his shaft again, his long length being wrapped in the warmth of your mouth.

“close.” rafe warns with a moan.

“dude, are you actually getting head right now?” someone asks. you recognize their voice as a fellow streamer.

“shut up.” rafe says. “are you trying to get me banned?”

“sorry.” he quickly says.

“just focus on the fucking game and cover for me for a minute.” rafe navigates his character into a corner as he looks down at you, both hands coming to the back of your head, pushing you down as his hips lift, burying his cock down your throat as he cums.

you swallow as quickly as you can, not wanting to lose a single drop as he coats your throat before letting go, pulling you off to see you sputter, a wicked grin on his face.

rafe pulls his underwear to cover his cock once again as you crawl out from under the desk, your knees weak as you wobble slightly as you stand, rafe reaching out to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“thanks for that, baby.” rafe says, hand squeezing against your side.

you look at him, a glimmer in your eye as you whisper. “does this mean i can sit on your cock next time we do a couples stream?”

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luveline · 8 months

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Maybe a Eddie and Roan where Roan gets into an argument with one of her friend/classmate and she’s like really grumpy and reader and Eddie try and cheer her up or even defuse the situation??

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

Roan toddles out of her classroom with her eyes on the floor until she reaches Eddie's legs. He frowns at her in surprise, smoothing the frizz of her curls away from her forehead. "Hello," he says.

"Everything okay?" you ask.

That morning at the kitchen table, when you told Roan you'd be there at pick up with her dad (the two of you taking a much needed day off to waste together in bed doing alternate loads of laundry), she smiled and climbed into your lap. "Good," she said, her lips shiny with waffle syrup, "I'll make you a present in arts and crafts."

"You will? Thanks, baby," you'd said.

The present isn't anywhere to be seen now, nor is your sparkling girl. Roan rubs her cheek against Eddie's legs without greeting you. Eddie takes the hint and leans down to take her into his arms. He sighs as he stands, ducking his head to hers.

"Hello," he says again, gentler now. "Bad day?"

She sniffles and puts her face in his shirt collar. Eddie covers the back of her head, his eyes wide. What the fuck, he mouths, surprise melding into something worse. He hates when Roan's upset like this. Her tantrums are loud but her real tears are always quiet, and you can see the moment Eddie's heart breaks, her hands gripping his hair urgently.

"Hey, okay, don't worry, bubby…" He nods his head back the way you came, and you follow at his elbow, crestfallen.

He prods at it as you walk to the car. What happened? and Talk to me, babe. Roan stops crying and turns silent, until the concern gets too much.

"I'm sure whatever it is, we can make it better. You just have to tell me what happened, roly-poly."

"Nothing! Nothing happened, dad, stop."

Eddie rubs her shoulders. "Alright. If you say so."

You open the car door for them and Eddie covers the top of Roan's head as he tucks her in. She's definitely reaching an age where all this carrying is unnecessary, but Eddie always says he has muscles for a reason. You like to roll your eyes, and, secretly, think it's amazingly sweet. He's like that.

"Want me to come and sit in the back?" you ask.

"No."

"Are you sure? We can play pat-a-cake, or thumb wrestle?"

"I don't want to."

More of the same on the drive home. Eddie suggests ice cream, movies, McDonald's. Roan stares out the window and refuses to answer. Safe to say, you both hate it. It's your worst nightmare to know that somethings wrong but not know what that something is.

"Let's go to Leaven," you whisper.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, though he takes the turn, whispering back, "Why Leaven?"

"We can buy her some fancy cupcakes and new pyjamas and stuff. And a tape, whatever she wants."

"We can't just buy her happiness," Eddie says.

"Really?"

"...Maybe."

You park up in the family spaces near the front of Leaven and Eddie insists upon himself from car to store. "Please hold my hand, babe, I'll get lost in Leaven by myself," he whines, waving his hand at her. "I won't know where to go if you don't steer me."

"Fine!" she says, taking his hand furiously.

"Do you want to know why we're here, lovely girl?" you ask.

"No."

"Roan, don't be mean," Eddie says reproachfully.

"I'm not mean, dad."

"You're being a little tiny bit mean. We should try to be nice to the people we love even when we have bad days. Work is very very hard, but I try to pick you up from school and be happy because you haven't done anything wrong."

"I don't want to be happy," she pouts, twisting her head away from you both.

Eddie huffs playfully and grabs her from behind. Arms under her armpits, he swings her around and chuckles maliciously in her ear. "Silly girl left herself open for my evil plan," he croons, the voice of a character from one of his campaigns that gives you and Roan the shivers.

You grab a kart and push the children's seat out for Eddie to slide her in. "Trapped!" he declares, squeezes the arms of her vinyl coat. "And there's nothing you can do to stop us!"

Roan struggles to pretend she doesn't find it funny. "Stop what?" she asks, exaggeratedly unhappy to maintain her grumpy facade.

"We're going to spoil you, duh," he says, voice back to normal. "What should we get first, my love?" he asks you. "Cupcakes?"

"Best get cupcakes before they run out of the pink bunnies."

Roan's lips quirk at the name of her favourite ones. "Are we really having pink bunnies?" she asks.

"We're having anything that will make you smile," Eddie says.

You link your arm through his for most of the journey, the smell of his cologne rich and smokey. He doesn't smell like diesel, a rare occasion, nor are his clothes mottled by oil. You look like a family meant to shop at Leaven (sort of, you aren't so decked in designer as the wealthy Hawkinites). Roan perks a little as you pick cupcakes from the bakery counter, their gold foil wrappers reflected in the brown wells of her eyes. Eddie lets her eat one as you walk around so long as she puts the wrapper in the bag when she's done.

From there, you choose pyjamas, a stuffie shaped like a frog, and a breadcrumb covered tray of mac and cheese. You pick up things you don't need as you go, fancy brownies in a tub and clothes softener. The best part is the deliberating, you and Eddie and Roan taking turns sniffing the caps and debating which one smells best. You settle on deep sea minerals, probably because Roan likes the seahorse on the front.

"You're a traitor," you say, putting back the scent you'd preferred with put upon disappointment.

Roan giggles sweetly. Like a plug pulled, a levy unburdened, she laughs from the checkout to the car, all the way home. You barely notice how dark it's become, focused on the loving heat of Eddie's hand on your knee and Roan's renewed smile.

Later, once she's had a bath and you're all in your pyjamas, Eddie asks her again what upset her, and she gives a teary answer. One of the Stacey's said her hair looked ugly, and Roan agreed with her.

"Bubby, your hair's not ugly," you say, chucking her under the chin. Eddie, her chair, leans his chin over her shoulder to agree.

"It's beautiful."

She sniffles. "I said it was ugly, and it's not nice because daddy has the same hair." She sputters wetly, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes. "I'm really sorry."

"Aw, Ro." Eddie hugs her with both arms tight to his stomach. "Don't be sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for. Stacy shouldn't say you have ugly hair– you have beautiful hair. So shiny and bouncy. I promise you it's perfect."

You smile at Roan encouragingly. "Your hair is soooo super pretty. Just like your dad's."

"You think so?"

"I know so." You coil a curl around your finger. When you let it go, it springs away and falls against her face.

Roan relaxes into Eddie's chest. He rubs her upper arm, a similar relief on his pert features.

"Is there anything else wrong?" Eddie asks.

Roan closes her eyes, dark lashes kissing her cheek. "I think I have a tummy ache."

"I bet you do, babe. Why don't we lie down for a bit?"

Roan agrees wholeheartedly. It's a tight squeeze, but the three of you manage to lay on your couch, the smell of sugary pink icing stuck to your fingers and the warm scent of mac and cheese floating in from the kitchen.

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al-of-the-stars · 1 month

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Hello, I saw this post and I wanted to ask if you could do a one shot as a Vox x reader, where Vox has been neglecting reader after Alastor appeared and reader started acting cold towards him and he only then did he notice and tries to make it up to them. You can use any gender but you don’t have take this request! Thank you for listening and I hope you do well!

"He's the past, you're my future"

A/n: Hi, Anon! Thank you for the request! This is the first fic I've ever posted publicly so I'm not sure if it's good or not so if you have any feedback, feel free to let me know! Sorry its not very long, I tend to write shorter stories. I hope you enjoy!! :D

Another day goes by alone. This has been happening ever since the Radio Demon returned. You thought Vox would be over his childish rivalry by now but you were proven wrong when the CEO had spent over a week trying to find some way to beat that old-timey prick. It felt like he had no time for you. It was always scheme after scheme, plan after plan. Did he just forget about you? Well then, why should you waste your time on someone who doesn't care? Someone who will forget about your entire existence to defeat some deer looking bitch? If he wants distance, then that's what you'll give. While you were lost in thought, Just then, you heard a knock at your door.

“Y/n, may I come in?” You know that voice, it's one you've grown fond of over the years. The voice that you love now feels bittersweet, like sour candy. After he left you alone for that long, your only interactions throughout those days being just a simple “hi” when you stumbled upon each other in the halls of the Vee building, you just can't handle another day of being another acquaintance.

“Yes, Vox, you may,” you say coldly. The sound of the door opening fills the silent room and the overlord walks in. Vox walks over to where you sat scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Usually, you would greet him with a hug and kiss but today was different. Vox had a confused look on his face, a look that made you want to just stop the act and go tackle him in a hug but you can't give up that easily, not even when he looks at you like a kicked puppy.

“Hey,”

“Are you… alright? You're acting strange today, darling,” Vox grabbed Your hands, careful not to accidentally hurt you with his claws.

“Of course I'm alright, not like you care. Isn't this what you wanted?” You pull your hand away. Vox had a look of realization that soon turned into one of guilt.

“Shit…” He cursed under his breath “Y/n, I'm so, so sorry I just.. I don't know.. I was just really caught up with dealing with Alastor and I… I'm so sorry..” His extensive rambling was cut off by a kiss. If it hadn't, who knows how long he would have apologized to you for? You would probably be there all day.. and you did also desperately want to kiss him again.

“I forgive you, but it better not happen again,” you say with a smile.

“It won't, I promise, love,” he lifted your hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss. “He's the past, you're my future,” He gently grabbed Your hand and gave it a soft kiss. “And I refuse to let the past get between me and my future.. I love you, y/n. I love you more than you could ever imagine,”

“I love you too, Vox” you smile. He didn't forget, and he never would.

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dreamerschroniclesofstories · 5 months

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Goodbye, Tommy Shelby.

A/n: Hey guys, this is my first fic after finishing my previous series, if you haven’t read it then please do and leave a like or any opinions. It’s all appreciated!. Also, I recommend listening to ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine whilst reading since i listen to it whilst writing this x.

I DON'T GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE REPOSTED ONTO A DIFFERENT SITE OR TO BE TRANSLATED.

Summary: Amelia has been in love with Tommy since she was 17.Today’s tommy's wedding day and Amelia can’t cope.

Word count: 1,575

Ada always told Amelia that there were “plenty of other fish in the sea” and she could do better than her brother, Tommy Shelby but Amelia had her doubts. The idea that there is someone else out there for her was ridiculous. If there were then why had she wasted twelve years of her life loving Tommy Shelby.

It’s to late now, Tommy was getting married and Amelia still felt like the seventeen year old in her room giggling about how Tommy smiled at her. The lead up to the wedding was the worst, every time someone spoke about how beautiful the wedding will be or how Tommy and Grace look more in love as the days pass would cause her heart to feel like, at any minute, it would crawl up her throat and jump onto the floor to be crushed by the passing carriages in the streets or even by the drunken’s getting thrown out of the garrison after closing time.

She knew she was being stupid, she was 29 and still pining over a man who clearly didn’t feel the same emotions she felt for him. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop loving him. The day before the wedding, Amelia decided she couldn't stay in Birmingham any longer. she would leave after the wedding, maybe go to London or even go to new York, she didn't care where, just a place that Tommy Shelby isn't.

Tommy's wedding day.

Amelia hadn't slept the night before, every-time she would try to sleep and close her eyes, all she could see if Tommy's' face, which in turn caused her to silently sob knowing she had lost the man she loved so dearly. She decided to write a letter to Tommy, to give him after the wedding. Confessing her love.

Four hours.

Four hours until Tommy gets married. Amelia was sat at her small kitchen table, holding her freshly brewed tea whilst Ada walks around talking about something that Amelia wasn't listening too. Amelia stared into the dark gloomy depths of her drink, slowly sinking into her sadness as the minutes pass. Ada had placed a plate full of bacon, eggs and sausage, stating that it would be a long day but Amelia couldn't get herself to eat anything, if she does she knew she would bring it back up anyway.

Ada stops her frantic movements when she realises that Amelia hadn't eaten or moved since she sat down “ it will be alright Mia” she whispers reassuringly. Using her nickname given to her by the Shelby family.

Amelia looks towards Ada, the corners of her mouth lifting ever so slightly “ yeah, hopefully” the brokenhearted woman murmured.

Two hours.

Two hours until Amelia leaves, everyone had arrived at Tommy's' house threes hours before the wedding, needing to help set up the rest of the decorations before the wedding had to start. Amelia had been at the house for nearly an hour and she hadn't said a word. Every-time Tommy goes to talk to her, she quickly leaves, pretending that she was going for a smoke break or going to find the toilet. She knew that if she spoke a word to Tommy, she would break down right there, in front of him and in front of the guests that were arriving.

Amelia was stood by the fountain outside of tommys house, holding a cigarette between her lips as she watched the water flowing into the small concrete pond that surrounds it. Amelia was wearing one of her nicest dresses, she had it kept in the back of her wardrobe for special occasions. The gorgeous deep blue garment was embroidered with sliver sequins, though the dress was formal, there was a merriment in its nature and beautiful folds, making it easy for one to run but also to waltz. Amelia knew it was the perfect dress to wear for when she runs off before anyone sees. She didn't want the dress to stop her.

Amelia was in a trance like state, staring at the water. She failed to notice Polly walking over to her. She knew Polly wasn't stupid, Amelia knew Polly knows about her feelings for Tommy. Amelia jumps slightly when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

“ you'll catch a fever if you stay out here” the older woman warns.

“ i prefer to be here then in there” Amelia admits, taking a puff of her cigarette then slowly blows out the smoke “ its very overwhelming with everyone rushing around” she quickly covers herself.

Polly lights her own cigarette and raises an eyebrow at Amelia “ if it was my choice, i would want Tommy to marry you instead of grace” she confessed.

Amelia sighs, her eyes glossing as the tears in her soul become tears in her eyes “ it wasn't meant to be pol” she whispers, her voice quivering. She takes a deep breath as she glances at Polly, the waterline of her eyes threatening to spill out, she knew she had to tell Polly she was leaving, since Polly had treated her like a daughter since the day Ada brought her over for tea for the first time.

“ whats on your mind?” the older woman quizzed, holding her cigarette between her fingers, her dark eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Amelia chuckles and shakes her head, around Polly you can't keep a secret because she'll know automatically “ i'm leaving pol, after the wedding”

it's time

Its time for Amelia to watch as her life collapses, its time she had to sit in the crowd and pretend her heart wasn't shattering into a million pieces as if her heart was made of glass. She was sat in the second to front row with Polly, Ada, Ada's son and Michael.

The wedding had started half an hour ago and for that thirty minutes her tears came freely, like an overflowed storm drain. Luckily, the people around here wouldn't think differently then her being happy for the couple. However, Polly and Ada knew differently.

As the priest announces the newly wed husband and wife, the Shelby brothers and graces family surround the couple. Amelia knew this was the time she had to leave, she looks around to make sure no one was watching, once she knew it was safe she turns around and walks towards the double doors leading to the corridor. She turns her head and glumly smiles, seeing the smile on Tommy's face. She was happy for him, he deserved to be happy.

As Amelia walks outside, the air hits her face, the tip of her nose immediately turning red. Amelia wraps her arms around herself as she begins to rush towards the carriage that was awaiting her with her bags. Her fingers ached in the bitter winter wind, as she clenched and unclenched them trying to keeping an feelings in the tips. As she climbs into the carriage, she looks out through the window noticing Ada and Polly outside watching her, she waves slowly as the carriage leaves.

Once the carriage disappeared, Polly stomps out her cigarette then turns around, walking back into the house, on a mission to find Tommy. Once, Polly found him, she wraps her hand around his wrist “ Thomas come with me” she whispers, taking him to his office.

Tommy's office.

Polly closes the door as Tommy walks over to his desk whilst putting a cigarette between his lips “ what is it pol, ey?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Polly walks over to his desk, picking up the envelope from the oak desk “ Amelia has left, this is for you” Polly explains, walking back over to the door “ you are stupid Thomas, if you didn't see it” Polly utters, leaving Tommy's office quietly, leaving Tommy alone.

Tommy sits down at his desk, immediately opening the letter, leaning back in his seat as he begins to read the handwritten letter.

Dear Tommy,

As i sit here, the night before you get married to someone who is not me, My heart is breaking because i love you Tommy. I love you with every fibre, every cell, every pore of my whole body. I love you, every good part and every bad part of you. It's been such an amazing journey since we first met, but our journey has come to an end. I hope you and grace get the life you are hoping for. How can i put into words something I've never experienced before until recently. i'm dead Tommy, yet very much still alive. You have allowed me to see the power of love, from point A to point Z. I want you to be happy Tommy, have someone experiencing that smile you keep locked away. I don't regret anything that I've felt for you. However, There is one thing i wish you could have seen, it's the things i did for love. For you. Letting you go is forever the hardest thing i'll do in my life but i want you to know you are the most amazing person, the only person i'll truly love with my whole heart.

I know you don't love me, i'm sorry i fell in love with you. i'm sorry i had to leave on the happiest day of your life. You deserve more. i'll hold these last twelve years so damn tight in my heart. I just hope you will too.

Goodbye, Thomas Shelby.

A/N: Well that was an emotional journey wasn't it? i hope you enjoyed this fic. Leave a like, comment , re-blog. Its all appreciated so much xx

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lokisbiiiitch1993 · 6 months

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Thank you for the Request - I am sorry - it's been 200 years but to my excuse I had Writers Block for a while - and many other Requests - but I hope you still like it ❤️

The 200th Anniversary

Loki x Sigyn/Wife Reader

It's been a while since Loki joined the Avengers .

He is now a Part of the Team and spends the most time on Earth - Midgard.

You missed him and hoped he would come back to Asgard soon.

Days turned into Weeks and weeks turned into almost a month.

But today is our 200th Anniversary he will for sure show up and surprise me you thought excited.

After Breakfast you spend the next few hours on yourself - Hair and Make - Up

Next you put your favourite Dress on the one Loki bought for you many Anniversaries ago.

Remembering fondly Loki looked so thrilled the first time you wore it - the way he praised your beauty made you fall even more in love with him .

I am ready - you said to yourself - I can't wait to hug him and kiss him again .

A hour passed then the next - the more hours passed the more sad and angry you get .

It's Night and he still isn't here your Husband must have forgotten, you realized disappointed - crying yourself to sleep .

On the next Day you run into Thor by coincidence - he saw your red and swollen Eyes and asked what happened - you told him you are sad and mad that Loki forgot about the Anniversary .

"Maybe I should visit him soon and see for myself what's so important on Midgard that he forgets about me" - you said in a Threatening Tone .

Later Thor went back to the Avengers compound and told Loki that you are mad.

Brother how could you forget about the 200th Anniversary - Thor teased him.

To my Defense I didn't forget completely - Yesterday I had a feeling today is something but I couldn't figure out what - Loki tried to explain.

Thor laughed and wished his younger Brother good luck .

At first Loki was mad and disappointed in himself - how could he forget but then it turned into Panic because he knows his Wife will show up soon .

Hey Loki ,are you alright? What's going on with you? - someone asked but he just ignored it not wasting a moment to see who dared talking to him.

He devoted the next hours to finding the Prefect Anniversary Gifts .

Loki brought so many Bags with Presents back to the Compound -the others didn't know what to say - he bought the most beautiful Flowers Bouquet, different Chocolates , Jewelry,Shoes ,Bags and Clothes he knows you would like - he hopes that will calm you down.

Suddenly he had an Idea and went to his Room.

Two hours later you appeared at the Compound still visibly mad - everyone watched you

Tony was the first to ask "Who are you and what do you want" but before you had the Chance to answer Thor was by your Side answering instead happily "That's Loki's Wife - my Sister in Law ".

Meanwhile after many Attempts Loki finished writing a Love Letter -putting all his Feelings for his Wife into words.

After hearing all the noise he left his Room to see what's going on.

As he saw her standing in the living Room - he couldn't believe it- She is really here he thought .

Crossing her Arms ,she stared at him still angry and Loki looked at her with apologetic sad Eyes .

"My Darling Wife , please let us talk,I am really sorry for forgetting our Anniversary,please let me make it up to you " - he plead.

For the other Avengers in the Room he looks like a Lost Puppy - not threatening , scary or dangerous at all.

Some of the Team even smiled mockingly at him others were just shocked and speechless how different Loki is when his Wife is around.

Tony said teasing " So all we had to do to save New York,was bringing his Wife here ?"

"Looks like his Wife wears the Pants " another Avenger said

How funny Loki answered sarcastically,he took his Wife's hand and guided her to his Room.

He showed her everything he bought , gave her the Love Letter and apologized sincerely.

I only forgive you if you don't make me miss you so desperately all the time - I yearn for you - I need and love you - you confessed

"I promise,my Love,I missed you too and I love you so desperately"he replied with softly

You both spend the Night loving each other unable to get enough of the other.

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Delivery

CEO!Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: request, this is an au of this

Notes and warnings: barely proofread tbh, aphrodisiac, smut (why do I have to mention this lmfao?), fingering, office sex, slightly sub!rhea lol (ik you guys love that),

*these gifs of her aren't helping tbh*

"Miss Ripley?" Rhea heard her secretary, Liv, call. She hadn't even noticed her entering the room, lost in thought as she rested her forehead on her palm.

"A delivery came for you. must be Miss y/n," Liv teased, but her grin faded as Rhea looked up at her and cleared her throat.

Liv placed a medium-sized bag on the desk. "Anything else, Miss Ripley?"

"That's all," Rhea replied and Liv scurried out of the office, a small grin forming on Rhea’s face as she opened the bag to see a heart-shaped box.

However, she didn't notice the card that was still inside the bag. She untied the red bow on top of the box and opened it, humming at the sight of chocolate, which she's been craving recently.

She reached for a piece and popped it into her mouth without thinking, then another one before closing the bag.

She called for an impromptu meeting with HR, that stupid guy was sending her unfinished work and thought he could get away with it. Why she even hired him is a mystery to her.

She worked on some paperwork for about twenty minutes before she began feeling hot, she unbuttoned the first button of her shirt in hopes of it subsiding the hotness.

It did nothing, however.

She took off her blazer, breathing heavily as the hot sensation began traveling down her body. This..what was this?

It's the stress, isn't it? she won't prove you right by collapsing in her office! You've told her again and again that the stress will get to her one day and she'll snap.

She needed to get out of there, so she headed to the meeting room even though she wanted to make them wait for her in there.

Upon arriving, she found some HR employees and her secretary sitting in the middle of the oval table.

She said nothing as she sat at the head of the table, noticing them staring at her. "What?.." they said nothing but kept staring at her.

"Spit it out!" Liv winced before clearing her throat. "Are you alright, Miss Ripley? you look...flushed"

Rhea scoffed, "I'm fine..but that shitty paperwork you've been sending me isn't! go on!" The employee cleared his throat before beginning his rambling.

She called this meeting for a reason, but she can't seem to fucking focus. Her panic at the sensation turned into thoughts about..you. This couldn't be happening to her right now.

Your beautiful, pretty face was all she could think of. That cute little grin as you submitted to her wasn't something she could easily forget. She could never say no to you, no matter how hard she tried. Stay home for the day? deal, buy me an island? yes, Sell the company and stay home with me forever? Whatever you want.

The intense sensation was now dangerously close to her center, leaving her gulping and unable to sit properly in the custom-made leather chair.

"Take notes. I don't have time for this" She told Liv before getting up and leaving the meeting room to call you but of course, you were already in her office, your feet plopped onto the desk as you played with your phone while you laughed. She stopped her relieved grin from forming at the sight of you.

"What's so funny?" she husked out, making you turn her head to look at her.

You looked her up and down, panting and almost disheveled. "You..not reading my fucking card" you continued to laugh lightly, confusing her to no end.

"What..card?" she wanted to call you for a reason, and now that you're here..she couldn't waste any more time.

You stood up, walking to her while swaying your hips, shoving the also heart-shaped card in her face.

"You ate the chocolate, didn't you?" a smirk made its way on your face while hers dropped.

"Y/n. Princess. What did you do?" she gulped, quite frankly you'd never seen her in such a state so it was pretty amusing to you.

You shrugged, "I..wanted to warm ya up before you came home tonight..And..by the looks of it, you're TOO warmed up"

"stop speaking with riddles!" she snapped, loosening her tie before throwing it on her desk.

"It's the chocolate! it's a..stimulant" you chuckled, "had you read my card, you would've been careful not to eat more than one"

She groaned as you came closer, your cute little outfit and perfume not helping at all. Oh, you're so getting punished but it's definitely worth it.

"I think we need to take care of this" you whispered as you circled your arm around her waist, the other fiddling with her belt while you tip-toed to peck her jawline.

You've never seen her so...desperate. You stifled your chuckle before she slowly nodded her head as it fell to your shoulder, her hands falling to your waist.

You bit your lip as you felt her wet kisses between your neck and shoulder, "you're gonna put me out of my misery or leave me like this all day?" she asked, her hands bruising your hips at this point.

"I don't know..you have been teasing me a lot lately" she pinned you against the front of her desk but you already had unbuckled her belt, throwing it across the room before unbuttoning her pants, her arms on either side of you while her eyes bore into your soul.

"Miss Ripley.." you gasped sarcastically, not missing the way she tensed at the name "you are so...wet"

She looked down to see your hand in her pants, under her boxers, closing her eyes at the feeling of your fingers. It has been a while since she let you touch her like this.

Her knees buckled as a finger entered her, lips parting as she lost the last bit of control over the situation. This had not been her plan at all, but she was not complaining.

"What if someone came in, hm? And saw their boss getting fingered in the middle of her fucking office? What would they think?"

"They can go straight to fucking hell 'cause I do what I want in my building" she hissed in your ear with a stifled moan as she held herself up with her palms on the desk, not wanting to crush you with her weight.

You snickered, adding another finger into her while your thumb circled her clit. It was pretty hard from this angle but you've got to work with what you've got, you supposed.

You knew you hit her spot when a high-pitched moan came out, making her fall on top of you with a grunt. "Shit..sorry" she tried to get back up but you held her into you, smashing your lips together while she writhed on top of you.

"You close?" she nodded, her moans echoing through the room. Nobody would hear you two anyway, but Rhea isn't so sure she cares anymore.

"Beg for it" you ordered, slightly slowing down, eliciting a low groan from the CEO.

"Come on. Beg for me to let you come or you won't" oh, she's so gonna break you when you reach home, but right now your fingers are doing wonders to the effects of that stupid chocolate. Nice gesture, but the hidden purpose was so uncalled for. You could've just asked her to fuck you and oh she will, just not in the way you want.

"Fuck...please" she held your wrist to keep you from taking it out of her pants, "please..I'm close" you figured that was the closest you're ever gonna get to a 'can I come?' from Rhea Ripley, so you began speeding up again.

Your hand was cramping, barely able to move inside her as she clenched. "Come for me, Rhea" you whispered in her ear, thrusting hard one more time, the taller woman groaning in your neck as you felt her warm release on your fingers.

Rhea's mind went blank as she came down from the intense high, her body limp and spent on top of you. You held her close, gently rubbing her back as she caught her breath. She lays there for a few moments, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Suddenly, she sits up straight and looks at you.

"You..are going to pay for that stunt you did you little brat," she says with a smirk before leaning in to kiss you deeply, you grinned as you still tasted the chocolate.

You took your hand out of her pants, putting the same fingers in your mouth to the knuckle while keeping the eye contact with the panting woman on top of you.

"I know.."

"And you're going to eat that chocolate when I leave for my work trip, and you won't. touch. yourself" Her threat seemed pretty genuine, but you were basking in the feeling of being in control for once.

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Bonus:

"Attacking me with chocolate? my favorite thing on this planet? cheap shot, baby" she laughed at your fucked out state, lips parted and eyes half open as she rubbed your bare back. Her cold hands doing gods work.

"Rhea. Shut up"

"Yes, love"

Taglist:

@obsessedwithwwewomen@ara-a-bird@jungwoospeach@neganwifey25-blog@yourmisosoup@cameronsdruthers@dementedtrashcat @sunnnyshark @1c4ntg3ty0u0ffmym1nd

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley wwe #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley

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nishloves · 7 months

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✧→haikyuu!! captains as college boys!

→warnings : mentions of sex and parties // masterlist

daichi (karasuno) : he ain't joining any frat lmao, and isn't that well-known, it's not like he doesn't have any friends, he's just a normal college boy who studies and roams around here and there when he's free (or plays volleyball), he knows what he wants from his life but can be a bit unsure about it. sweet and kind, but utterly normal. you won't notice him until you sit right next to him or you have a project together. would get a girlfriend and probably end up marrying her. regular to his classes.

oikawa (aoba josai) : you'd think he joined frat, lol. that's a possibility but as far as I think, he doesn't see the need to join a frat, people are swooning over him for no particular reason, he studies to get decent enough grades and all of his remaining time goes into volleyball, he's too ambitious to actually waste his time into parties and such (not saying he won't go to them, but he ain't a party rat). people might think of him as a fboy/player but he really isn't, yeah he might've dated 2-3 girls in the same year but never together. he never dated anyone for more than a month either, like I said, he's too ambitious and too thirsty for volleyball to actually have time to look at other things, not saying he won't enjoy college but yeah, he's gonna spend his time wisely. semi-regular to his classes.

kita (inarizaki) : the most diligent out of all; studies well (always gets the highest grade), very rare parties, helps out professors and goes to extra lectures, does play a little volleyball but only when he's not doing anything else. his room is so tidy omg— doesn't socialise much but people know him because he has top grades lol and is kinda handsome. he ain't missing a class for shit.

kuroo (nekoma) : he's too nerdy to join a frat but won't reject the invitation if he gets it lol, similar to daichi he's on the normal side of college boys, but he's so clever that people just know him as the scheming boy who can get you a full in your project. does parties but is too embarrassed and shy to actually go and talk to his crush(es). yeah no, he doesn't have that rizz and I'm not gonna sugarcoat him. he's an alright guy, a guy whom you will start liking after few initial months of knowing him. would prolly date a friend entering second year of college and won't break up until the situation calls for it. (also talks to professors, lol) very regular with his classes too.

bokuto (fukurodani) : accidentally joined a frat and is proud about it, lol. tries his best to study but barely gets a passing grade. doesn't matter to him, he knows what he wants to do with his life and as long as volleyball is going well, he ain't gonna care about other things. is a party animal but would never do a one night stand, dating isn't even on his agenda lol. he's someone who looks at college as a way to grow into a better person, as a way to give himself another chance to finally have a better personality. he's fixated on his self growth and no one can stop him. would date if someone asked him out, but he's like oikawa in this case, he's too ambitious to actually care about love. his s/o's are the ones breaking up with him and he will be fine after a few days, because even though it does sound bad, his dates aren't gonna be his priority at all (though he might get very attached to someone who actually understands his passion, he ain't gonna let them go, you're stuck with him). tries to be regular but is somehow always late? got lost or something. as long as he's aware about his schedule he tries to stay diligent.

ushijima (shiratorizawa) : joined a frat because someone tricked him into thinking that everyone there played volleyball, doesn't associate himself with the parties and stuff. studies very diligently and practices even more diligently. no, he's not gonna date anyone here either. he will very coldly reject anyone. professors know him because he has good grades but he doesn't go out of the way to actually interact with them. someone please adopt him because else he won't make any friends. very regular with his classes too.

terushima (johzenji) : certified frat and fuck boy, the splitting image of what a frat boy is, but he's just more genuine. parties hard, gets passing grades, is a social butterfly, girls wanna be with him because of sex and is one of the most loyal effing friend ever. does try to help during group projects but... really... his help isn't all that needed. people know him because he's too wild. has many one night stands. but is a sweetheart to everyone who is nice to him. he ain't regular to his classes lol, his professors barely even see him.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #anime #anime boys #daichi sawamura #oikawa tooru #bokuto kotaro #kuroo tetsurou #ushijima wakatoshi #kita shinsuke #terushima yuuji #haikyuu!! scenarios #haikyuu!! headcanons #anime scenarios #anime headcanons #nishloves #nish x anime

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That's everyone. Time to check out the Favor Tree, then we're on to the Clocktower meetup.

So how's this work? Do I just tell the tree what I want? Do I yank off a leaf and then write my request on it?

I dunno. Given that the rules are lax enough that a Favor Tree is as simple as "the biggest tree nearby" I think there's probably some leeway here. There may not be any particular rules for how we're supposed to pray to it.

Then again, that is the kind of logic that leads to the Bystander Effect. If everybody thinks like that and then nobody wishes for Vaugarde's salvation, that's a whoopsy-doodle. So it's better to inconvenience myself, at the risk of redundancy, for the sake of locking in aid for people in crisis.

Of course, it's not impossible to have your cake and eat it when it comes to wish-granting. All of these potential wishes are things that my team wants to do once the King has been defeated. Granting a wish for these things necessarily requires that Vaugarde be saved.

Therefore, I can wish for something for myself that nonetheless adds the strength of my wish to whatever existing pool of wishes towards Vaugarde's salvation already exists! This is what we call "gaming the system".

And while I wish the best for everyone, there is one person whose desires matter more than anybody else's.

Odile, Maribelle, and Isabeau all have dreams and ambitions for the future. That's great. I'm happy for them. But Bonnie doesn't. Bonnie has trauma. If I'm going to spend a wish on anyone, it's going to be for Bonnie to be healed.

If only one of us can have what they want, it should be them. A lost child's wish to save their family is worth more than gold.

Okay PARTY TIME

Alright y'all, come clean. Who ripped the bread in half and just left it on the table like that?

Or. Wait. Is that the bread, of "breaking bread"? Did we literally break bread? And then not eat it?

Are... are you supposed to eat it? Is it rude to break the bread and then not eat it? Or is it sacrilegious to eat broken bread? I feel like the bread's just going to waste if you don't eat it. But maybe it's a holy gesture? Maybe the act of letting the bread go stale... symbolizes its Change from a state of freshness to a state of badness.

Or maybe one of us here is just a dipshit who doesn't understand the phrase. Looking at you, Isa. On the "Risk of Dipshit" Scale, you're Suspect #2.

Suspect #1 is me but I'm, like, 65% sure I didn't do it.

You made the entire feast all by yourself? I am simultaneously very impressed with you and also tremendously disappointed in the rest of us. Four grown-ass adults and not one of us pitched in to assist the child in the kitchen. I am ashamed of every single one of us.

SPEECH SPEECH SPEECH SPEECH

Uh. No. Appreciate the sentiment but you're wrong. I don't know if you have Pocket Notes on the stakes of this thing but "Everyone dies tomorrow" isn't something people get to opt out of.

I know you don't want to think of membership in this crew as compulsory but... it kind of is. Our options are "Roll the dice tomorrow" or "Find a nice place to die". The latter of which is something most of the town is actively preparing for.

People are capable of tremendous acts of selfless courage when they have no hope of survival. With that in mind, I intend to be very brave tomorrow. There's only one place to do that.

You know, I'm used to rousing campfire speeches having a lot more swearing, raging narcissism, and thematically inappropriate criminality. But this is nice too. All-a y'all are swell. I'm happy to be a part of this.

My dude, I was wide awake. I slept all day today. I was just trying to be politely still so everyone else can sleep, while quietly going over Rock Paper Scissors strategies in my head.

The trick is to not throw the wrong symbol. But to make them think you're going to throw the wrong symbol, so they play into your hands when you throw the right symbol. *sage wisdom*

I love you too, man. Still making sense of things too much to decide if that's romantic or platonic but one way or another we're tight.

Mm. Pillow beats Rock. Good to know. See, that is why I've been silently reviewing Rock Paper Scissors strategies.

Good night, Isa. We'll continue this talk on the day after tomorrow, so long as it comes to pass.

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

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cashcart1er · 11 months

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Surprise Y/N (Part I)

Gf!Riri, Bestfriend!Shuri, Blood, Gore, Drug Use, Explicit Language, Main Character Deaths, Sexual Content, Ghostface Shuriri?

This was inspired by @killmongerskeepermain Ghostface story and Scream I. Enjoy!

'Two Apalachee High school students Jamie Lynch and Brady Harrison found dead in the Lynch household on 7th street. They were stabbed multiple times in multiple places. There is no known suspect yet, but there a Halloween mask found at the scene-

You switched the TV off sighing. They have been blowing every TV channel with this. Of course it sucked that they died, though You didn't really know them but that doesn't make it any better. "Damn, this is one crazy town I swear" Your friend Jerome spoke up while sparking up a blunt. "Hey, you okay? we haven't had a casualty like this since..."

Your girlfriend Riri was talking about your father. Your father died a year ago from being brutally murdered by a serial killer named Ray Holland. You weren't ever the same that day and it showed. Ever since that day you never let a door go unlocked or a window left open.

"I'm fine baby. Do you feel like getting me sprite?" She nodded giving you a kiss before getting up to go to the kitchen. "Nigga I know we ain't letting this sleepover go to waste over some classmates we ain't even know. Rest In Peace and shit but we gathered each other to have fun not slump in your seats" You gasped from your friend Mariah's lack of sympathy.

"Have a heart Mariah that ain't cool. She is right about us coming to have fun though. When is Kai and Shuri comi-" Jerome was cut off when the door swung in. "Your favorite people just arrived! Did y'all pick out the horror movie?" You did forget about the movie you guys were supposed to watch. Luckily Riri had one.

"What's up twin. Yeah I got a movie to watch and it's called Scream. It's basically about the same mask from the news" Jerome scoffed, "That movie was so unoriginal. The girl goes answering calls that don't need to be answered but somehow every time the killer comes she slips away while all of her other friends get slaughtered. They never follow the main rules of a horror movie. 1. Don't pick up the phone 2. Keep them doors locked and 3. Don't say you'll be right back. Because you probably won't" Everyone rolled they eyes and greeted each other happily before sitting down. "Alright lets get this shit started!" Shuri shouted causing everyone to chuckle.

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"Alright I'll see you guys tomorrow at school" Everyone said their goodbyes as they left your house. "Be safe baby. I'll see you tomorrow?" You nodded giving her a deep kiss pulling away only after I lost breath but she pulled me back in kissing on my neck. "You know I can stay here with you" You felt her smirk on your neck as she pecked at it. "Mm it's okay Ri. My cousin is coming here soon to watch me until my mom gets back Sunday" You pulled away patting her on her soft cheeks. "You positive?" She pouted making You laugh as you nodded. "Alright Ma. I love you" Riri replied walking to her car. "I love you too"

You closed the front door and locked it before cleaning up the living room. A couple minutes passed and in the middle of picking up some cups, your phone rung. "It's like 9:00 at night who the hell is calling at this time?" You pick up the phone answering it. "Hello?" You start. "Hey Y/N it's Darnea I just clocked out. Coming over right now. I did get us some snacks in case you had the munchies" You smiled lightly before speaking. "Alright, I'll see you when you get here" You hung up and threw the cups in the trash.

RING RING

The phone rung once again making you think she forgot to tell you something. "Darnea just get in your car-" "Hello Y/N" An unfamiliar raspy male voice spoke sending a chill over your body. "Uh Hi? May I ask who's calling?" the person only chuckled as a response. "Such a spooky night isn't it? It's almost like..it was straight out of a horror movie or something" You were sure it was Jerome just trying to mess with you after the mention of scary movies.

"Jerome if you don't get yo ass off of my phone. It is you ain't it?" You asked. "Do you like scary movies Y/N?" Who you think is Jerome spoke in a deep, sulky tone. "I like what you're doing with your voice J. It's kinda sexy. Don't tell Ri I said that before she jumps to conclusions" You snicker. "What type of scary movies do you like?" You rolled your eyes at all of his questions that he would know. "J you know I barely watch those. The one we watched today got on my nerves. Besides, they're all the same" You shrugged walking over to the couch.

"Are you alone in the house?" You sigh at the typical movie lines he's throwing at you. "J you're supposed to be an expert of movies why are you being so unoriginal?" You plop on the couch waiting for his response. "Maybe that's because I'm not Jerome" You sat back up just as fast as you sat down. "Uh well then who the hell are you?" You ask as you look throughout your windows. "The question 'Who am I' is never more important than the question 'Where am I'" A part of you still thought it was Jerome but you were still on edge. "Fine, where are you?"

"Your front porch"

This could easily be a joke but that didn't stop you from starting to get a little bit nervous. The only reason your black behind crept to the front door was because this wasn't the first time your friends pulled this bullshit. You opened the door slowly as you skimmed the front porch finding nobody. An idea popped up in your head causing you to smirk.

"Can you see me right now?"

"Uh huh" they replied.

"Yeah okay then what am I doing?" You stuck a finger up your nose waiting for a response but to no avail. "Helloo what am I doing?" You looked around giggling. "Stop playing J you ain't slick. Bye" Your finger was hovering over the end call button. "If you hang up you'll die just like your fucking father bitch!" You froze realizing this wasn't Jerome at all. It was a whole psychopath. "Fuck you nigga" You hung up anyways and scurried back inside locking the door behind yourself.

As you were taking a deep breath, you heard footsteps behind causing you to dart your head that way. To your surprise it was the killer from the news and the movie. Blood was rushing to every part of your body as the killer swung their knife. You barely dodge it but they grabbed your body slamming you onto the floor. The killer got on top of you as you both fought.

The killer locked their hands in your locs bringing your head up and back down ferociously bringing pain to your cranium also making your vision blurry. They dragged their knife across your body before getting ready to cut you open. You snapped back in time and kicked them in their stomach. You took the chance to open the front door but the lock wouldn't budge.

They got up and tried to stick the knife into you but you dodge running up the stairs but they were right behind you. You locked your bedroom behind you pulling out your phone to call 911. The unknown person banged the door slowly busting it down. "911 what's your emergency?" "Help me this guy is trying to kill me with a knife!" You yelled scared for your life. "We have a unit in your neighborhood they will be their in a couple seconds"

When you looked at the door, the person in the mask was gone. There was a thud at your window making you yelp. It was Riri and she looked confused as she climbed in. "What the hell is going on? I was coming back to return those notes I borrowed but I heard screaming" You hugged her tightly letting tears run down your cheeks to her shirt. Her phone dropped making you look at it. You were in shock when you saw that her phone said call ended the same time you ended the call with the dude in the mask.

It couldn't be...Could it?

You slowly removed yourself from her grip making her brows furrow. "What?" she ask but you were in too much fear to speak. "Wait don't go Y/N stop!" You ran out the room to the front door yelping because a police officer surprised you. "Rico help me!" You knew the officer because he was your cousins' brother. "It's okay we got this. Lets go!"

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"Ow fuck!" They arrested Riri as she winced from the force. "Do you wish to give up the right to remain silent?" Rico asked before leading her to the sheriff. "I didn't do anything. tell them Y/N! Sheriff call these guys off" The sheriff shook his head no signaling the other officers to put her in the car. "Wait! At least call my mom for me" They put her in the car as you just sat and watched. "Y/N please! Y/N" The officer drove off with her still calling your name.

Rico approached You after sending Riri to the station. "Hey, you alright? You might have to come to the station to answer some questions" You nodded as a response. Your cousin approached the house in her car. You chuckled a bit when she went under the tape with no hesitation. "Oh my gosh Y/N are you okay?" She asked. "Other than almost getting stabbed to death, I'm good" You joke trying to calm your nerves but that only did so much.

"D you can't be here. This is officially a crime scene" She scoffs at her brother. "Nigga please. She's staying with us for the night" Her brother rolls his eyes at her antics. "C'mon let's get you to the station"

#riri williams #riri wiliams x reader #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #shuri x y/n

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littledemondani · 2 years

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Alright, so my nasty little mind keeps thinking about Eddie’s jealous streak with the reader over Jason. What if he craves more public, risky sex?

he definitely does! this turned out way longer than i intended it to, so it'll be under a cut sdkfh sorry not sorry! this is set in the all mine verse, btw.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, jealous!eddie, cheating, light light smut towards the end

word count: 1k

it isn't something he's genuinely proud of - being jealous. he knew going into this that jason was your boyfriend, and had been for about seven months before your meetup in his van. the more time he spent with you, the more he got to know you and your interests, he soon realized that you and jason had nothing in common except for running in the same social circle.

you loved art, cheesy horror films, spending your weekends reading rather than going out and getting wasted, astronomy, the cure, joy division, sex pistols, wearing ripped jeans with a semi-baggy shirt when you weren't donned in your cheer uniform. eddie will never forget when you first told him you had read lord of the rings, how your face lit up with happiness and relief that he wasn't going to judge you for it. "ahh, i'm so glad i finally have someone to talk about it with!" you had said, breaking out into a wide grin. "seriously, jason would never let me talk about it."

he felt anger bubbling up within him. how could your boyfriend not listen to you talk about your interests? or at least show some kind of semblance that he even cared about them. he already knew jason didn't deserve you, but after hearing that, it solidified that thought even more.

that same anger kept popping up as the days, weeks, and months went on, growing stronger in intensity. the day he saw jason kiss you outside of mr. whitley's class he had to physically stop himself from marching over there and shoving him into the wall. he hated the thought of jason's lips being anywhere on you, but to actually see it, had his head spinning with rage. later in the day, when he saw you before hellfire, he made sure to kiss you until you were absolutely fucking breathless. "what was that for?" you asked, your chest slightly heaving as you gazed up at him with those pretty eyes that made his heart skip a beat. "just missed you today. that's all," he replied, giving you a cheeky grin.

he had tried to contain the green-eyed monster that had taken residence inside of him. tried to keep it from coming out and doing something completely rash. but the monster was stronger than he was.

you had walked by him in the hallway on your way to geometry, all smiles as you laughed with one of the girls on the cheer squad, but that isn't what caught his attention. it was jason's letterman jacket draped over your shoulders, swallowing your frame practically whole and your hands barely poking out through the sleeves. he lost sight of everything around him. his hearing got fuzzy, vision became blurry, the persistence, nagging voice of the green-eyed monster telling him to do something about it.

and he did.

he went up to you, with your friend still by your side, and asked if he could speak to you. the look your friend gave him was one that he was sure, if looks could kill, he would drop dead on the floor, but he didn't give a shit. you stuttered a bit, unsure of what to say or why he was being so bold to approach you when he hadn't done so before. "y-yeah, what's going on?" you settled with, clearing your throat as you shifted on your heels. "is it about our test in english?"

thank god the two of you shared at least one class together.

"it is," he said. "can we go somewhere, i dunno, private?"

"she's not going anywhere with you, freak," your friend bit back, grabbing your arm as if letting you go with him would end up with you being murdered.

"sarah, chill. it's okay," you reassured, releasing your arm from her grasp. "he's not gonna fucking kill me."

the minute the two of you entered the library, his lips were on you, marking their claim against your own lips, cheek, neck. it was completely empty, and would be for the next hour. he walked you to the back section of the library, pushing you up against one of the bookshelves.

"eddie," you gasped. "what's going o-"

"do you know how fucking difficult it is for me to look at you wearing his jacket?" he groaned, his large hand cupping your neck to make you look up at him. "when it should be mine on you instead?"

the feral glint behind his brown eyes make them appear a lot darker than what they are. in any other circumstance, with any other person, you would've cowered under the intensity. not be overcome with the liquid fire burning of arousal. "that's what this is about?" you raised a brow at him quizzically. "are you jealous, eddie?"

he's taken aback by your question. it was one thing for him to know that he was, but for you to now know it too? he supposes maybe it was only a matter of time before that happened, considering he had done a shit job of keeping it to himself, especially now. "and if i am?"

you wrapped your hand around the wrist of his free hand and reached underneath your dress. he gasped softly at the feel of your panties already being soaked through. "then i'd say it's pretty hot," you mewled, gazing up at him mischievously.

eddie pushed your panties to the side, and dipped his fingers into you teasingly, before dragging them back up to your clit. he circled the little nub with the lightest of touches, humming thoughtfully. “is that why you’re so wet, princess?” he asked, his face mere millimeters away from your own. “hm?”

“and if it is?” you countered. he smirked at you, spinning you around so you were now facing away from him. he made quick work of undoing his pants and taking out his cock, giving it a few languid strokes. he ran his free hand overtop the back of jason’s letterman, digging his nails in when he passed over carver stitched in cursive. he rubbed his cock through your folds, once, twice, three times before stopping right at your entrance.

“then i’d say it’s pretty hot,” he teased, pushing his entire length into you all at once.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #all mine verse #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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lackablazeical · 9 months

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Alright, I was up all night figuring this AU out because I’m new to it and it seems interesting. But, I do have some questions.

- What if Usagi was broken enough to actually take his own life? Would Leo attempt to stop him before it actually works? Or what would happen if Leo was too late to save Usagi?

- If it was possible, how would Raph react if he lost Mrs. Cuddles one day?

- Did Mikey get hurt enough one day to the point he was unconscious for more than a few days? How did his brothers react to it?

I DESPERATELY NEED TO KNOW, THIS AU IS KILLING ME MAN 😭

Glad you love it!!!! Hopefully you didn't use too much mental power, lol! Sleep is important!

Okay, now questions (good questions, at that):

- Leo absolutely would attempt to stop him. In the Canon of later years, Usagi is actually on a sort of 'watch' system incase he does try to hurt himself. Typically this involves Leo being around him, but if Leo isn't avaliable, it is usually Shelldon who will make sure Usagi doesn't SH or something similar. Leo would absolutely restrain Usagi or keep Usagi alive/conscious, he wants Usagi to last as long as possible.

If Leo was too late, and Usagi died, Leo would just become a husk of himself. He would become depressed, withdrawn, etc. He'd lash out as well, likely to Usagi's brothers specifically. If Usagi dies, Leo isn't keeping Ken and Ishi around. I can imagine that when Usagi dies, Leo refuses to let go of the body for just. Days/weeks, and only let's go bc he's so dehydrated and hungry that he can't fight Donnie pulling the, ya know, Rotting Corpse out of his arms.

- Lose his complete and utter shit. The entire Lair is getting torn apart looking for her until she's found or they can make/find a new one.

- I could see that happening 100%, though it hasn't happened in anything canon. Probably just a nice mini-coma after a week long bender or something, or a pretty hard fight in the nexus.

Leo would absolutely not want to leave Mikey alone. He'd be attached to Mikey's side and waiting like a pathetic soggy cat for him to wake up. Leo would be just so sad bc he misses his little brother :( Donnie wouldn't really LIKE the fact Leo would always be jostling/moving Mikey, but he also can't really STOP him sooooo. He picks his battles.

Donnie would just be in medical mode first, angry protective big brother second. Taking care and making sure he's stable, any injuries he has stay clean and wrapped, etc etc. The second Mikey wakes back up he's getting beaten with a belt tho, for making Donnie WORRY and also wasting his IV DRIPS

Raph would just wanna lurk and be around Mikey when possible, may leave one of his lesser stuffies with him. Probably also the one having to peel Leo off of Mikey if Donnie needs to do something that requires Leo keeps his personal space, lmao. Raph just stays close and spends time with Mike, even after he wakes up, just to make sure he feels better.

THE AU IS KILLING YOU? GOOD. DIE/J

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #addams! leo #addams! usagi #addams! mikey #addams! hamatos #addams! leosagi #addams! raph

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ravenadottir · 6 months

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drag race: boys edition

we had gender bent edits, we had paralell universes, and i'm not sure if someone has done this, but in case it hasn't, here it is. did i need to do this? yes, yes i did. enjoy!

[listen, i saw a video from runner eye and if i can't stop thinking about it, you have to be the ones to be punished by it, i don't make the rules.]

roberta mckenzie. a comedy queen from glasgow. she loves the audience, mostly working up the patreons in hopes to find a gold mine of weird info dump, enough to make the rest of the bar laugh. is the makeup rough? yes, very much so. is the material roast winning? not exactly... but she's new to the game and is trying her best. plus, her outfits pay homage to jamaican patterns every chance she has and most of us enchanted by the charisma and bad puns.

rhonda. one-name-only for a one-personality-only and that is... snake! she's the one pretending to be zen and "i don't do drama" but has the most snake rattle sound effects during her confessionals. she also tries to steal henrietta hotts from luna kohko, and the audience saw it from A MILE AWAY. unsuccessfully of course... HAVE YOU SEEN LUNA? she's the trade of the season.

kassandra. she dj's on the weekends all mounted in silver gowns and small boobie bibs (as she calls them despite being annoyed other people refer to them as that). kassandra has issues with everyone that ISN'T doing recreational drugs at her gigs and call them "stiffs" for it. however, despite looking and sounding harsh... well, that's about it. there's a reason she and luna get along so well!

glitter renell. "a traditional drag queen" according to herself, and to new queens it only means "my uncle in a wig with a rough and patchy makeup work and plastic-ey wigs". the only queen not wearing "fantasy" by britney but who's noticing?? her special number involves ripping off the sleeves of her outfits and revealing MASSIVE biceps, but often times they pop off on their own. got the magic mike title of the season.

ingrid. she's a "sporty type of queen", has multiple tricks with golf clubs, and despite having a couple of head hitting tricks in her history, she tries her best. it sometimes can serve her as a pole to drop to the ground in a split and honestly? work. ingrid is considered one of the hottest and cutest since her shyness brings a different glow to her eyes, which are LOST in pink glitter and magical rainbow shaped makeup. she dares and we love it, leave her alone.

luna kohko. this is a SEASONED queen, alright? makeup on point, fashion in place, attitude to donate, and walking the runway like she built that shit. however, when it comes to friendships in the werk room... don't speak, don't come near, don't come around... in fact, don't come at all. luna doesn't waste time with phony queens and prefers things exactly the opposite of her: straight. she's a lesbian, which means she loves dating drag queens, and since entering the show she has a LIVE AND THRIVE romance with the innocent henrietta hotts. "if that crusty fucking hippie so much as breathes the same air as henrietta again, we're gonna have a fucking problem, yeah? i've seen her lurking the machines trying to strike up a conversation about climbing. there's only one building henrietta is gonna climb and it's not a limp one."

noelle waves. "we have a wall of fabric in that werk room and you continue to come out in swim suits. STOP - RELYING - ON - THAT - BODY". she's a bit reserved most of the time, but if the "girls are fighting", she's the first to step up and play MOTHER. the public likes her, but she's not exactly winning challenges. "safe" defines noelle better than "creative" or "winner", but she tries and helps everyone during challenges.

henrietta hotts. THIS GIRL HAS IT, OK? her signature look is the red lipstick and the blonde wig, and with those beautiful freckles, her persona is very much the girl next door. it makes the judges go "i feel like i haven't met henrietta yet, and i know there's someone in there that needs to... ROAR. also, baby... you need more makeup." is she the smartest? no. is she the most problem-solving? no. is she the most graceful? YOU BET HER ASS COVERED IN GLITTER SHE FUCKING IS.

graham cracker. ANOTHER UNCLE IN A WIG. barely knows how to walk in heels and is giving kim chi vibes. however, because of her leadership skills (which are not comparable to noelle's) she does manage to maintain her position for a while since most of the girls are lowkey scared of her. she's unpredictable and most of the contestants suspect she's straight.

carlota miranda. THIS IS THE MOST EXTROVERTED QUEEN ON THE RUNWAY, however, the boom mic needs to enter her throat to pick up what she's saying due to her bashfulness. not a fighter type but if someone comes for her???? she'll definitely... apologize for it. "fuck, don't fight" is her motto, followed by a timid little giggle since she tries not to curse. her style is "executive realness" but covered in crystals and diamonds. "it's either a mugler or nothing, babes. i don't have time to look like cel. sanders..."

felicia butterfly. annoying as alyssa edwards and untalented as... well, [REDACTED WINNER OF SEASON 4]. she's a one trick poney and the trick is... well, the public and the production are still trying to find it but in the mean time she becomes the bud of the joke. it's kind of entertaining watching her trying to understand anything in the werk room. it gets old but... she leaves pretty soon, so no problem there.

doge style. always wearing dogs' styles on her wigs, it's her signature. the poodle poof is AMAZING. she also becomes friends with everybody, particularly with the nervous ones, like carlota and henrietta since doge's hugs are infallible to relax the girls in situations of stress. she sometimes lets a facial hair look take over if the look calls for it, while the others are afraid of embracing it. "i'm not a woman impersonator, i'm just creative, get over it!" she has a HUGE CRUSH ON ELLA FAME, and it's reciprocated. rumour has it they fucked on the first week and are already planning a getaway.

ella fame. the most exquisite wigs in the werk room NO QUESTIONS ASKED. has beef with gigi goode for the title of best hair styles, but since her house is older and richer, she thinks she has a better chance to win this one pool on twitter. overall, ella has a walk to kill for, one that graham cracker has been trying to learn since day one. "i got it from naomi... you either know it... or you dont." she tells and retells the time she walked the same runway as naomi, even though everyone keeps reminding her that it happened as elijah, not as ella, but as she says in the confessional: "these bitches are so fucking jealous they're causing me intern wrinkles.".

jacoba zabinski. she's not very creative, doesn't have an interesting name, doesn't know how to walk differently than a constipated bear and doesn't know how to wear a wig. to be fair, she's only in the show to get clout for her male persona, jakub. bodybuilding is not paying off since his scandals in multiple gyms for his part time job as an instructor. so instagram shit tea and self taner brands have been the bread winning besides being the biggest bitch in the room. she enters the porkchop hall of fame. OBVIOUSLY.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg arjun #litg bobby #litg carl #litg elijah #litg felix #litg gary #litg graham #litg henrik #litg ibrahim #litg jakub #litg kassam #litg lucas #litg noah #litg rocco #this has been on my mind for exactly an hour

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thathermitweirdo · 1 year

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Here it is! The full family dinner oneshot! Hope you all enjoy :)

Also I’m still rather new to Tumblr and I don’t understand much, so uh, sorry if this is formatted weird?

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There was a knock on the door.

A knock that she had been dreading.

"Why hello, darling." Etho said with a voice of silk, pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. He was a well dressed man, a wearing a dark suit and fedora, his snowy white hair hidden underneath his hat. Cleo's pale face heated up with a light blush, though it might have been from the fact that she looked as though she was about to explode from anger. She snatched the flowers from her ex-husband, clutching them hard enough to turn her knuckles white. He smirked in a way that looked smug, as if he had won her back in some way, before strolling past the redhead.

Taking off his fedora, Etho ran his gloved hand through his snowy-white hair. "My, something smells good. Must be dinner." He said casually, placing his hat on the coat rack by the front door. Cleo walked past him, giving a slight hum without looking her former partner in the eyes. She walked over to a waste bin in the kitchen, dropping the bouquet in the trash.

"A little harsh, don't you think?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. His ex-wife stayed silent.

The pitter-patter of footsteps echoed through the house, Bdubs rushing down the stairs with a wide grin across his face. "Dad!" He exclaimed with a huge grin, an adorable gap between his front two teeth.

"Hey kiddo!" Etho laughed, bending down onto one knee with his arms open. Bdubs ran into his father's embrace, quickly being scooped up. "How's my favorite kid doing?"

"I lost a toof!" He said with a whistle as he spoke, giving a large smile to show off the missing tooth.

"Wowie, and you've gotten so big!"

"Uh-huh. And strong." Bdubs smiled proudly, his father rustling his hair with a laugh.

"Most definitely. Now, where's that brother of yours?" Etho asked as he set the young boy down, glancing around for his other child.

Scar was watching from the steps of the stairs, his feet tapping against the floor as he slowly walked down to meet his father. "Hi dad." The slightly older brother greeted rather nervously, clinging to the railing of the stairs.

"What are you doing over there? Come and give your dad a hug!"

"Etho." Cleo shot a glare at the father, "He doesn't owe you a hug."

"Oh please, he loves me. Isn't that right, Scat?"

"I-it's Scar—"

"Yeah, yeah." Etho waved his hand to dismiss the young child, walking over to his ex-wife in the kitchen. "My, this all looks so delicious. You're just as wonderful at cooking as I remember."

Cleo glanced over her shoulder, her eyes tired as she gave a warm smile to her children. "Boys, go and wash up please."

"Okay mom!" Scar smiled, grabbing his brothers hand before running off to the bathroom. Her smile quickly shifted into a frown, her eyes shooting an icy glare towards Etho.

"Don't act so friendly." She scoffed, turning back to the dinner over the stove. "You and I are over. The only reason you're here is to make Bdubs happy."

"Awe, come on." Etho cooed, wrapping his arms around the redhead from behind. "You miss me, don't you?"

"You better get your hands off me before I smack you with this pan." Cleo growled, causing her ex to pull away.

"Alright, alright. You're still as feisty as ever. I always liked that."

"Shut up before I make you leave, you—"

"Mom?" Bdubs tilted his head to the side, his eyes wide with innocence.

"Oh! Honey, I didn't see you there." She smiled, lifting Bdubs into her arms. "That was quick. You must be hungry. Hurry and help your brother wash and set the table, I need to talk to your father in the other room."

"Okay mom!" He said, his mother placing the young boy back onto the floor.

Once he left, the redhead shot an icy glare at her ex. Etho just smirked, walking into the dining room to wait for dinner. He sat down at the head of the table, Bdubs pushing his chair to sit right next to his father. "Are you gonna be here all night dad?" The young boy asked excitedly, bouncing up and down in his seat with the palms of his hands pressed against the table.

"Oh, we'll see what your mother says. But who knows, maybe she'll let you spend some time at my place." He said, his gaze shifting as his ex wife walked into the dining room. She carried two plates, Scar behind her with two more.

Creamy mashed potatoes alongside a thick steak, as well as grilled asparagus for dinner. Cleo set Etho's plate down, practically dropping it on the table while avoiding his gaze. Scar put his brother's plate on the table before walking over to his seat to set down his own dish. The redhead walked out of the room, disappearing for a few moments before reappearing with a tall glass of red wine.

"Mommy got her special juice." Bdubs snickered, while Scar kept his eyes glued to his plate.

Cleo practically flopped into her chair, right across from Etho. The table was long, though it still felt too close. She wanted her ex out of her house, out of her life. All he did was smirk while picking up a fork and a knife, before digging into the steak. "My, this steak is a bit overcooked." He commented, clearly just to piss his ex wife off. All she did was smile in response before taking a long sip of wine.

"Well Scum—, I mean, Scar, how've you been? You haven't said much since I got here." Etho asked, the sound of utensils scraping against the glass plates filling the room with an awkward silence.

"Um, good." Scar answered rather awkwardly, struggling to cut his dinner. Bdubs had his steak on a fork, trying to bite off pieces rather than use the knife to cut through the meat.

Etho frowned. "You were much more talkative when you were younger." He said, staring down at his dinner to continue cutting through the overcooked steak.

"Maybe it's because you've been an absent father most of his life." Cleo muttered while drinking her wine, glaring at her ex from across the table. She set down her glass, glancing towards her younger son. "Here Bdubs, let me help you with that sweetie."

"No!" He frowned, setting his steak down on his dish before pushing the plate towards his father. "I want dad to cut it for me."

Etho's smug grin made Cleo want to puke, causing the redhead to pour herself a second glass of wine. Scar pushed his dinner plate towards his mother, looking up at her with wide eyes of innocence. "Can you cut my steak, mom?" He asked, causing Cleo to set down the bottle and smile for the first time in the night.

"Yes sweetie, of course." She cooed, using a steak knife and fork to slice the pieces into easier to chew pieces before handing the plate back to her child.

Etho stood up from his chair suddenly, using a napkin to wipe his lips. "Kids, would you excuse your mother and I for a few moments?" He asked, glancing towards his ex.

She grumbled, standing up from her chair as Etho dragged her into the kitchen and out of earshot of the kids. "Alright, what do you want?" She asked, arms crossed with a stern glare.

"C'mon Cleo," Her former husband said, arms opened. "Don't you just feel like this can work out? Us and the kids, a real family again."

He took her hand, clasping it. "We can go back to the ways things were, hm? I'll even start buying that expensive wine you love, I know you can't afford it now."

She scoffed, pulling her hand away. "Like I'd ever remarry you, asshole."

"Darling, are you still mad at me? I mean, that was so long ago. I would have thought you moved on by now."

"Moved— moved on?!" She nearly screamed. If it weren't for her kids in the other room, she would have screamed until her throat was sore. "Etho, you cheated on me in our bedroom with three guys at once. I walked in on you with those guys! What if I were one of the kids?!"

"Calm down, you know I was just having a bit of fun." He said, rolling his eyes. "You'd like them, anyways. Tango, Impulse, Skizz, they're a lot of fun. Not just in bed."

"Ugh, you're so immature."

"Come on baby, who paid for this house you and the kids are living in? Who pays the bills?" He snapped, crossing his arms with a cold stare.

"The divorce settlement and child support payments." She sneered back.

Etho rolled his eyes. "Darling, I could buy you the most expensive diamonds you could ever ask for. I can get you a house on a lake with a full-time nanny to take care of the kids. You may have gotten the house in the divorce, but I actually had the money to afford the best lawyer money could buy. I may be paying child support, but it sure as hell isn't enough to pay for your needs too."

It was true, Etho had gotten a shark of a lawyer. One that was able to take everything she had. The house, custody over the kids, every single asset could have been his. He was being generous in the court, letting her keep the house. Etho wasn't just a wealthy man, he was filthy rich. He didn't need the house. The child support was pocket change to him.

Truthfully, it would be pocket change to most. The money wasn't a lot. Just enough to cover meals and food. Etho paid for the expenses of the house, taxes and repairs and such. Cleo didn't have much for herself. Even if she lived in a rather extravagant, beautiful house, she was rather poor. Sometimes Etho would send her gifts at random, possibly to try to win her back. She would take the pricy gifts and sell them, earning herself a bit of spending cash in the process.

Her ex leaned in close, bringing her back to the moment. "You could use a nice long spa weekend trip, don't you think? Come on, I'll be your personal bank. You and I get back together, I pay and take care of you. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a terrible idea." She growled, "Aren't you still living with those boyfriends of yours? Why the hell do you even want to be in my life?"

"What can I say? You've just always caught my eye. You're someone I couldn't charm, it was a nice challenge." Etho smirked with a wink.

Cleo crossed her arms, turning her back on her ex. "Let's just go and finish this dinner. Then you can keep being an absent father and you can stay out of my life."

"Hm. Fine." He said, walking back to the dining room. Cleo took a moment, leaning against the counter of the kitchen with a heavy sigh. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, she would need more than just a few glasses of wine to get through the rest of this night.

When she walked back into the dining room, Etho had a smirk on his face, as if he had done something. Bdubs was bouncing up and down in his seat, practically beaming with excitement. Scar on the other hand, looked like he was about to be sick.

"Mommy, mom! Guess what? Dad said I can come to his house for the week! Can I mom? Please?" The young boy asked, causing the redhead to grip her wineglass for support. If she tightened her hold anymore it would have shattered in her hand.

She sat down in her chair, taking a long sip of alcohol while Etho watched. With a sigh, she set down the glass. "Sure, honey." She said, defeated with eyes filled with sorrow. Bdubs jumped out of his chair with a gigantic grin on his face, running out of the room to head upstairs to pack his things.

"Smart choice." Etho chuckled, lifting up his wine glass. "You don't want me going back to the courts to get full custody, now do you?"

"No." She said, her gaze falling to the floor.

"Good." He said, rising from his seat while adjusting his tie. "Thank you for dinner, dear. I'll head up and help Bdubs pack. You're welcome to come too, Scar."

The older child looked towards his mother, her eyes saddened and tired, as if she had given up. "I'll stay here." He said to his father, who nodded before walking out of the dining room.

Cleo snatched the bottle of wine off of the dinner table, rising from her seat. "Mom? Where are you going?" Scar asked, still seated at the table, his green eyes wide with curiosity.

"Mommy needs some time alone, honey." She said, her back facing her child. "I'll see you in the morning. Get yourself ready for bed tonight."

She walked out of the room, taking a swig of alcohol as she left. Scar frowned, hearing her bedroom door slam and lock. Footsteps echoed down the stairs, Bdubs carrying a backpack full of clothes and toys. He and his brother made eye contact, the two staring at each other for a few moments. Etho came down the stairs after his son, placing a hand on his back. "Come on, the car is outside waiting for us."

"Bye bye Scar!" Bdubs said happily, following his dad out of the house, and leaving Scar alone at the dinner table.

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Etho walked into his house, holding his son's hand as they entered the living room. There were three unfamiliar men hanging around on the couches, drinking alcohol and laughing with one another. Bdubs hid behind his father's leg, though Etho practically shoved him forward. "Boys, you remember me talking about my kid. This is Bdubs." He said, gesturing towards the young boy.

"Hey kid." The one with blonde hair said, taking a sip of his alcohol. "Your dad is pretty good in bed."

"What Tango means to say—" another man interrupted, wearing a black shirt with a yellow 'i' on the center. "—is that your dad is really good at building pillow forts."

"C'mon Impy, the kid probably knows about sex! He looks to be like, I dunno, nine?" A blue-eyed male said, wearing a suit with the sleeves ripped off.

"I'm four." Bdubs smiled innocently, glancing up at his father while tugging at his clothes. "Dad, what's sex?"

Etho laughed while ruffling his son's hair, though it sounded forced as he glared at Skizz and Tango. "We'll talk about that when your older, come on, I'll show you your room."

He shot another glare at the three, taking his son by the hand before dragging him off. Impulse shook his head. "You two are idiots." He said, cracking open a new can of beer.

"Drunk idiots." Skizz corrected.

"Don't act like you don't love us." Tango smirked, "I mean, last night—"

"Oh my gosh." Impulse sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We are not talking about our 'adult activities' with a four year old in the house. You two are way too drunk."

"Hey, you're pretty drunk too!" The blonde slurred.

"I'm a reasonable drunk. I'm not 'explaining to kids what sex is' drunk!"

"I swear I'm going to kill you three." Etho snapped as he stormed into the living room alone.

"Where's the kid?" Skizz asked, raising an eyebrow.

"In his room. I bought a crap ton of toys before he got here. That'll keep him entertained for a bit." Said the father, flopping down in an armchair with a sigh.

"Why did you even bring the brat here?" Tango asked, tossing an unopened can of alcohol to Etho. "I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with those kids."

"Eh. I like pissing Cleo off. And apparently Bdubs looks up to me, or something like that." He rolled his eyes, taking a swig of the beer.

"Revenge! I like it." Skizz smirked.

"How did family dinner go?" Impulse asked.

"Crappy, like I thought it would." Etho said with a laugh. "Cleo is probably in her bedroom drinking right now, ha!"

"Why do you even let her live there, man? Kick her to the curb!" Tango laughed, taking another swig of alcohol.

He shrugging, sipping his own drink. "Dunno. I'm rich man, I don't care about letting her live there."

"It feels like you're still hung up on her." Skizz frowned, the room going silent.

"So what if I am." Etho eventually said, drinking more of his beer.

"I'd be down to let her join in on the fun." Tango smirked, while Impulse let out a bothered sigh.

"You guys are so gross." He said, placing down his can of alcohol before standing up.

"Hey, where are you going?" Skizz asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm going to check on the kid to make sure he's alright." Impulse said, walking out of the living room.

He turned to head up the stairs at the front of the house, though he froze when he saw Bdubs. He had been sitting there, listening to the entire conversation. Tears were in his eyes, as he grabbed a stuffed horse before running back up to his bedroom and slamming the door. Impulse followed him up the stairs, knocking gently on the door. "Bdubs?" He asked, ear against the door.

"Go away!" The young boy sobbed, though Impulse twisted the handle of the door and walked in. He was curled up in a ball, sobbing in bed while clutching the horse close to his chest.

Impulse sat down on the edge of the bed, silent. "Dad doesn't like me." He sobbed, "He doesn't like mom or Scar! Dad is mean! He's a meanie!"

"I know, Buddy. He's just...confused."

Bdubs cried into his pillow, while Impulse sat and thought for a couple minutes. He stood up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving for about ten minutes. The child cried to himself for a while, no one caring enough to check on him. After a little bit, Impulse came back with a few suitcases full of his things. "Come on, bud." He said, "Let's pack up these toys."

"W-...what?" Bdubs sniffed, holding his horse plush to his chest.

"I'm gonna take you back home to your mom, okay?" Impulse said, the young boy's eyes lighting up.

"Rweally?" He asked with another sniffle, Impulse smiling as he nodded.

"Yep. Come on, I'll help you pack."

Impulse packed up all of the young child's toys, clothes, coloring books, and everything else that Etho had bought for his son. He carried the suitcases down the stairs, with Bdubs following close behind, their feet pattering against the wooden flooring. Impulse peaked into the living room, his partner's passed out with empty cans of beer scattered around their feet. He frowned, grabbing the car keys off of the table besides the front door.

"Come on little buddy, let's get you home."

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Cleo answered the knock on the door, dressed in old sweatpants and a dirty hoodie. Scar was sitting at the dinner table still, though he was drawing in a coloring book, crayons and markers scattered around the table. Her eyes lit up in surprise as she opened the door, Bdubs rushing inside and hugging his mother's leg.

"Mom!" He smiled up at her.

"B-Bdubs? How did you—?!"

"Sorry, I took him home." Impulse said as he walked up the steps of the house, carrying a couple of suitcases with him. "I-I'm sorry, I probably should have called, but—"

"Nono, it's okay." Cleo assured him, "Thank you. I don't think Etho really wanted him there." She said, making sure to cover her son's ears as she spoke.

"Y-yeah, I didn't want to have Bdubs in that environment. Etho isn't the most mature person..."

Cleo stared at him for a moment. "Do I...know you? You look oddly familiar."

"I...um...you caught Etho in bed with three other guys and uh, I was one of them. I-I didn't know he was married, I swear! I would have never done that if I had known."

"Hm." She hummed, bending down to see her son. "Bdubs, why don't you go see your brother in the dining room?"

"Okay mom!" He smiled, running off to find his older brother. As he left the room, Cleo's face turned into a frown.

She looked at Impulse, her gaze cold. "Have you still been dating him?" She asked, her voice stern.

Slowly, Impulse nodded. "He's, uh—, h-hard to break up with." He said, blushing. "And...I didn't want to lose Tango and Skizz. We've been together for years now. And even though Etho is the newest member of our couple...I think they would choose him over me."

"Etho...is charming. He's hard to say no to." Cleo admitted.

He sighed. "Yeah. I didn't want to make them choose between him and me. And while I liked Etho, I never liked how he cheated and lied. So I just...stayed with them, I guess."

The two stared at the floor, silence taking over their conversations. After a few awkward moments, Impulse cleared his throat. "Well, uh, t-these are for your kids." He said, handing over a suitcase.

Cleo raised an eyebrow, looking down at the bag then up at Impulse. "What is all this?"

"Oh, well, Etho bought a lot of toys for Bdubs, so I packed them up at brought them along. It's not like he'll need them."

"And what about those?" She asked, pointing out the two suitcases that were sitting by Impulse's feet.

"Um, those are...my things. I packed up what I could and...and well, I left." He admitted, rather embarrassed as he spoke. "I'm...going to stay with my parents until I can set up a new place to stay. They live out of town, so I have a bit of driving to do, heh."

Cleo looked over her shoulder towards the kids, then back at Impulse. "Why don't you stay here?" She offered with a smile.

"Oh, nono, I couldn't—"

"It's okay, we have a spare room that you can stay in. It's the least I could do to thank you for helping Bdubs."

"I wouldn't want to make things awkward, a-after what I did—"

"Please, if anyone is at fault here, it's Etho." She laughed, her red hair slightly falling in her face. "Come on in, I have leftovers from dinner."

He blushed slightly, but he reluctantly nodded. "O-okay, thank you. I'm Impulse."

"Cleo. I'll get you a glass of wine." She said, though Impulse shook his head with a laugh.

"No thanks, I uh, think I'm done with alcohol for a while."

"Suit yourself. I'll show you to your room."

Impulse smiled, slightly blushing as he picked up his bags and followed Cleo inside.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fandom #hermitweirdo writes #hermitcraft au #cross posted on wattpad #limited life #zombiecleo #impuslesv #goodtimeswithscar #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #tangotek #skizzleman #etho tango and skizz are all jerks in this oneshot but it’s only bc I wanted to make it spicy I actually love them all #clock family Limited Life

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idk-bruh-20 · 2 years

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Irondad fic ideas #15

Alright, get ready y'all, this one's a doozy.

In another universe, Peter does the snap. He's not even dramatic about it. He just flings into battle, ends up with the gauntlet at some point, and his instincts let him know exactly what he needs to do. He does not survive.

So far you're like okay cool cool, we've seen this before. BUT,

Tony Stark is overcome with grief. He'd only just regained his pseudo-son after mourning him for five years, and now he's lost him again. Unable to bear the pain, he starts drinking again, and his behavior becomes so volatile that it drives Pepper and Morgan away. While they're temporarily living somewhere else, a villain attacks, and Tony isn't near enough to protect them. In fact, he's wasted. By the time he wakes up and learns of the attack, they're already gone.

Here's where it gets interesting, I promise.

Tony has now lost everything. To fix all of the pain and mistakes and loss, he decides to use the time machine. His plan? To let his past self do the snap the way he was already expecting last time (before his idiotic, self-sacrificing kid beat him to it). Then, he'll miraculously appear, good as new. Sure, this will create a branch in the timelines, but he doesn't even care at this point. He has lost everything.

Of course, nothing goes according to plan.

Tony mixes up the dates a bit, ends up traveling to about a week before the battle. While stuck waiting around, he longingly observes his past self. He sees himself videocall with Pepper and Morgan. He hears himself talk about Peter to some of the team. With only hours left to go, he suddenly realizes that he is not the same person anymore as this Tony Stark. If he goes through with his plan, he'll be giving his family a different Tony Stark than the one they love.

New plan. Instead of letting his past self do all the work, he knocks his past self out and dives into the battle. He keeps obsessive track of one Peter B. Parker, making sure to hug him for a lot longer this time. Obviously, this is just to stall past the point in time when his own Peter snapped, not for any other reason. When he finally gets his chance, he does his own snap, ending the fight. And, unlike Peter, he's a dramatic little shit about it, parrying Thanos's "I am inevitable" with an iconic, relieved, "I am Ironman."

The Tony from this universe arrives in time to comfort his distraught family and witness the alternate Tony's last moments. No one knows what's going on. But, meeting the dying Tony's eyes, this Tony thinks maybe he understands. He holds his kid and Pepper and makes a solemn promise, just like with Yinsen, not to waste this chance. His gratitude is endless.

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blueroan-equestrian · 1 year

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Deals

Regulus has a breeding kink but his partner isn’t so keen to have babies but he convinced her to try

Smut

I walked home from work legs aching as I had to wear heels for court today as I was an Aurorer. When I walked through the door, I immediately kicked off my heels sending them flying.

A heavy sigh could be heard from the living room, “Now was that really necessary?”

I groaned as I shuffled my way into the living room where Regulus was sitting in his red armchair, reading his newspaper. “Yes it was.” I grumbled as I climbed over his paper and onto his lap, cuddling into him.

Regulus raised his eyebrows, “Someone’s needy… what’s up?” I simply snuggled in more. “Bad court day?”

“Mmmhmmm, dummy tried to run and I had to run in my stupid heels. This is why it’s so stupid that they require me to wear heels.”

He chuckled, “I know love, but you know my offer still stands. You can just quit your job, let me put a few babies in that pretty little pussy of yours and become a stay at home mother.” He places his hand on my belly and rubbed in circles.

I rolled my eyes, "Regulus, enough with the baby thing. I'm not giving up my job and my job isn't one to be pregnant in. I can't Reggie. Slowing down as a woman is career suicide."

Regs fingers still tickled my stomach, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... I don't want to get pregnant ever."

Reg readjusted himself in his seat, "But... I... want children... our children. We used to talk about it in school all the time."

"Yeah, well things change... reality set in. I have aspirations I can't achieve if I get pregnant." I say as I shifted to look at him.

“But … let me try one time. If it takes we have a baby, if it doesn’t then I drop it?” He negotiated

“One time? Like right now?”

“Yes… I get one night to pump you full of sperm without you charming yourself with an anti pregnancy spell.” He negotiated.

“Alright… deal.” I got off his lap stripped and stood in front of him. I reached out to pull him out of his pants and pumped him in my hand until he was hard. I then climbed up and sunk down onto him.

He let out a loud growl as he took ahold of my hips and began to fuck his hips up into me. He leaned down and latched onto my left breast. After our first orgasm he moved us to our bedroom. “I’m going to fuck you so good that you’ll want to have my baby just because of how good I fucked you.” He growled in my ear as he got us into the breeding press position.

I moaned loudly at the feeling of him pressing my legs up and his pelvis rubbing against my clit. Regulus was insatiable as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from each of us. After what felt like hours, he laid flat against me, still buried deep inside of me. “Got to stay inside, baby.” He panted, “Don’t want any of it to go to waste.”

I ran my hands through his hair and hummed, “What ever you say baby.”

…

After a couple of weeks went by, Regulus brought home a pregnancy test. “Reggie… I haven’t had any symptoms… I‘ll take it but don’t hold your breath though.” Negative. Regulus looked like he could cry as he held tight to the test stick. “Oh Regulus… alright I will tell you what… my anniversary gift and birthday gift to you will be to let you try to impregnate me. How about that?”

That seemed to perk him up, “Yeah? You sure you will let me try for one? We had a deal and I lost…”

I smiled softly, “I know love… but I can’t take those tears.”

He gave a somber smile, “but you don’t want it.”

I sighed, “Well that’s mostly true but I would be lying if I said I didn’t kinda want a baby… but pregnant aurors don’t always get back their careers. I’m good at what I do… you know that… I just… but I love you and will give you a chance even if it is only two days and I will have a chance of becoming pregnant.”

“My birthday is next month you know… are you sure you want to try so soon?”

“It’s your birthday gift so yes.”

….

On Regulus’ birthday we tried again and this time it took. He was over the moon. I was terrified but he promised to threaten anyone who dared to hold me back in my career. The larger my belly grew the more anxious I became.

I waddled home calling through the door, “Babe? Can you come help me with my shoes? Everything hurts!”

Just like that Regulus ushered me to his favorite chair and slipped off my shoes and began to rub them. This is how it was until I finally birthed our daughter. Regulus was surely doomed as this little girl already had him wrapped around her fingers

#harry potter #regulus black smut #regulus x y/n #regulus black

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