#Willie is a bit startled

[legolasghosty]

I love all the celebrity fake dating prompts! So hard to choose just one but how about for willex, the prompt: wearing each others clothes publicly to 'keep up the image'

And reason: To tick off a certain group that has been being jerks lately. (My brain instinctively thought to piss off the homophobes and stick it to the “fans” who refuse to believe that he is gay, but that is optional!)

- @beencryingfor25years

Hehehehe hello @beencryingfor25years, thanks for the prompt!!! The holidays have been a little nuts, so sorry for the delay, but here it is!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alex asks, bracing the phone between his cheek and his shoulder so his hands are free.

"Duh," Willie answers on the other end of the call. "This is like dating 101. Honestly, it would be more suspicious if we didn't."

"But this looks ridiculous on me," Alex insists, tugging at the fabric that keeps brushing against his abdomen.

Willie laughs and Alex is glad it's not a video call. At least this way Willie can't see how Alex's cheeks are warming at the sound. Why did he decide to do this again?

"You're just not used to it," Willie responds. "Shoot me a picture, I'm sure it looks fine. Or just ask Julie, she'll smack some sense into you."

Alex sighs. "Fine, one second," he says. He removes the phone from his ear and flips over to the camera. It only takes a moment to snap a photo of his reflection, but that's a moment longer than Alex wants to be looking at himself. "There, happy?" he asks after he sends it.

There isn't a response at first. Oh no, Alex thinks. It must be just as bad as he thinks and Willie is trying to figure out how to tell him without being rude, because that's the kind of sweet person they are. But honestly, the tan and blue shirt that looks so nice on them just doesn't suit Alex as well. It's so awkward, even with the high waisted jeans Julie told him to wear with it.

"Alex, you look amazing," Willie says finally. Something in his tone sounds odd though, but not like he's lying. Alex can't put his finger on it. But it's definitely something.

"You sure?" he questions instead of pointing it out. "You can tell me if it looks bad, I won't be offended or anything."

"No seriously, dude, you look great!" Willie exclaims. Alex can almost picture their wide grin and the sparkle in their eyes when they're hyping him up for stuff. "Honestly, you look better in it than I do."

"That's a stretch," Alex responds, chuckling. "But fine. And fair's fair, now you gotta show me yours."

Willie giggles and Alex feels his heart speeding up again. Honestly, he should have asked someone less... incredible than Willie to be his fake boyfriend. Because this has only brought them closer together, and curse Alex and his everlasting curse of falling for guys that are totally out of his league.

But honestly, how could anyone not fall for Willie, at least a bit. He's funny and sweet and has a mischievous streak that terrifies and excites Alex in equal parts. Plus the fact that they're basically the prettiest person Alex has ever met. And the two of them have a lot in common, despite the fact that Alex is a pop-rock drummer and Willie is a gaming streamer. Even though they've been sort of friends for almost a year after a rather awkward run in at a convention, and pretend dating for just over two months, they still haven't run out of things to talk about.

So yeah, Alex has maybe developed a crush on his fake boyfriend. Which is a problem.

His phone buzzes in his hand, pulling him out of his head.

"There ya go, hotdog," Willie says.

Alex opens the message and... okay he is not having feelings about Willie in his favorite pink hoodie. He isn't. But Willie took more than a second on his picture. The selfie shows Willie in their gaming chair, dark hair loose around their shoulders, his legs pulled up and crossed even though the arms of the chair get in the way. And the light pink fabric of the hoodie in question is covering his torso in a way that is entirely too attractive for something that Alex has worn to bed a million times. Alex is 99% sure that if he actually walked in on Willie wearing that in person, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to kiss them.

"Well?" Willie asks. "How do I look?"

Alex clears his throat, suddenly realizing how long he's been staring at the photo. "Um, it looks great, very, uh, boyfriend-y."

"Well this hoodie does seem to be made of boyfriend material," Willie teases after a second. "Gonna piss off some homophobes for sure."

"Perfect," Alex responds, laughing. "I mean, what's the point in this if we don't?" Which is something he has to remember himself...

"Alex, we gotta get going!" Reggie calls from outside of Alex's bedroom. "Quit flirting with your faux-boo and let's go!"

"One sec," Alex yells back. "Sorry, I've got to go," he says into the phone. "Content Day calls."

"Yeah I gotta prep for stream in a few anyways," Willie sighs. "But good luck!"

"You too, I'll hop on to watch for a bit if I have a break," Alex promises.

"You spoil me, baby," Willie responds. "Talk to you later!"

"Bye, Willie," Alex answers, ignoring the flush in his cheeks at the pet name as he disconnects the call.

Reggie gives him a smirk when he joins the rest of the band in the living room of their apartment, but Alex just shakes his head. Now is not the time to talk about his crush. They pile into Alex's van and head for their favorite cafe.

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A few hours later, Alex has almost managed to put the image of Willie in his hoodie out of his mind. But he has a minute to himself while Luke and Reggie are filming a little studio tour, so he pulls up Willie's stream on his phone. And... well. Yeah.

Alex.exe has stopped working.

Willie is playing some new farming sim at the moment and getting hopelessly lost on the map. He's laughing at the conflicting directions he's getting from the chat and Alex wants to be there beside him, enjoying that rush of joy in person.

Willie must recognize his username on the chat log, because he breaks off midsentence. "Hey, Lexi, you're here! Everyone, my boyfriend has decided to grace us with his presence for a few minutes, be nice."

The chat immediately goes wild and Alex can't help but laugh at some of the comments. He types out a quick hello message, then adds that he probably can't stay long.

"No worries, babe, I know you have your big fancy music job to do," Willie responds. "But I'm glad you're here. Anyways, does anyone know where I can find the blacksmith?!"

"You should talk to him."

Alex nearly falls off his chair onto the floor at the voice just behind him. He turns to see Julie looking down at him with a bit of a smirk, two bottles of water in her hands.

"What?" he says, trying to remember if he's forgetting some content thing.

"Willie," she clarifies. "It's pretty obvious you like him for real, and it sure looks to me like he likes you too."

"What, no, they're like..." Alex stammers. "I mean, Willie is way out of my league. He doesn't like me like that. It would just make things weird."

"Please, you're like a solid 10," Julie responds, smacking him on the shoulder with one of the bottles. "And they have a massive crush on you, it's so obvious."

"Their a good actor," Alex points out with a shrug. "It's a fake relationship, we're supposed to look like we're in love."

"Okay but you also stay up way too late texting," Julie counters. "And he knows your allergies even better than Luke, who has known you since before you knew about all of said allergies. You two have memorized each others' coffee orders, sensory icks, and medication schedules. I'm pretty sure he likes you back."

Alex sighs. When she puts it like that, it seems so simple. But...

"Don't give me that look," Julie adds. "Just talk to them."

"Fine," Alex groans. "I'll try."

"Andddd, here, in his natural habitat, we have the elusive drummer boy," Luke cuts in, bursting through the green room door with Reggie on his heels with the camera.

Alex heaves a more dramatic sigh. "Sue me for wanting a break from you weirdos," he teases, taking the water Julie offers him. "Are you almost done?"

"Just about!" Reggie answers.

"Then I'm going to go check my sticks," Alex tells them, disconnecting from the stream on his phone and heading for the studio.

He has to admit he's a bit distracted for the rest of the day though. Does Willie actually like him back? Is that even possible?

Only one way to find out, he decides during dinner.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas answers asks #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #fake dating #look they're idiots #but they're in love #and they'll sort themselves out #also they are both fully gay panicking over the other in their clothes #in case that wasn't obvious #Alex goes over to Willie's the next day and admits his crush #Willie is a bit startled #cause they're both oblivious idiots #but then they talk it out and get together for real #and have to celebrate 2 anniversaries forever #one public and one private #cause most people think they started dating like 3 months earlier than they actually did

[meltedheartz]

thinking about ftm!reader and mean!izuku who thinks it's so cute how they just can't defend themselves against him :((

tw : college!au, dub-con, condescension, mild bullying (in a way), chubby reader, reader wears glasses, reader's a bit of a loser, dacryphilia, creampie, no protection (don't be silly, wrap that willy!), mating press, izuku's a whore for reader, praise and petnames, don't care how big you are cuz izu's bigger, gn pronouns used :3

word count : wrote this on a whim, so i honestly don't know..

it starts when you accidentally bump into him, stumbling back yet he was barely even startled. you apologize profusely, and izuku just waves you off at first.

you think it's rude, before rushing off to wherever you were trying to get too—forgetting about it.

but izuku spots you around that coffee shop near the campus, sees you in the hallways with books nearly stumbling from your arms, watches as you take notes as the professor speaks.

a couple of people whisper about you, how you never bother speaking to anyone, and how nervous you seem when someone approaches you.

it's like cornering a bunny, izuku thinks when he decides to speak to you.

well, it's more like being passive aggressive than actually conversing.

"wow, you're soo smart. you must be real fun to be around, huh? your voice is really high pitched, are you sure you're alright?"

you tell him to stop being a dickhead, if he doesn't wanna be around, he doesn't have to be. izuku waves you off and laughs, says you're like a startled animal that thinks it's intimidating, and it makes you frown.

"you're an ass," you poke at his chest, before picking up your bag and adjusting your glasses.

"hm? where are you going?" izuku pointedly ignores your insult, but it feels more ticklish than insulting or hurtful.

you ignore him right back, attempting to storm out of his dorm room. of all the people you get to work with, you get paired with him. it's annoying—more an inconvenience, than anything.

izuku watches as tears well up behind those clear rims you wear, sees the furrow in your eyebrow and nearly laughs at it, wants to call you a crybaby for it; just like everyone used to do to him.

he can sort of see why they did it, and when it comes down to someone as soft and quiet as you, it's nearly impossible to resist.

"we're not done with either of our parts. you don't need help on yours?"

when you don't answer, izuku takes it upon himself to grab you hard enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt. it causes a slight discomfort, makes your breathing stutter a bit as you sniffle and try to pull away—but you physically can't.

izuku speaks again, looming over you with a small scowl. "why are you ignoring me? i thought you wanted to get this done, what happened to that?"

you just wanna slap him for asking that. he knows the answer — knows exactly what he did wrong and why you got fed up.

"let go of me. i'll work on my part by myself, dickweed."

"nuh-uh, that's not fair to either of us, is it?" izuku coos, grabbing your bag for you and tossing it onto the futon he has sitting just a little bit away.

you sniffle again, more tears welling up and threatening to tip over and down onto your chubby cheeks, and you can't even wipe them away cuz you're arguing with such an asshole.

you seem so frustrated and angered, but he knows that instead of yelling, you cry. it's pathetic, makes him wanna bite your cute face and boop your nose just to see you sniffle some more.

"you mad at me?" izuku asks, tugging you back into the small apartment that you stupidly decided to visit to get your joint assignment done.

"this is stupid — let me go, midoriya." he frowns at that, his grip loosening just a bit before it tightens again.

he clicks his tongue and drags you right back to his room, with all the superhero posters and expensive collectors items that can't be found anywhere else.

izuku sits you down but doesn't let you go—hasn't let go of your arm since he got a hold of it. "what happened to calling me by my name?"

"that is your name," you snark back. you watch as his eyes narrow a bit and he makes his way on to the bed, looming over you.

you feel.. small. it's not like you were ever bigger than him, he goes to the gym more times a week than you can keep track of and is over 6'0" — of course you aren't bigger than him.

"don't get smart with me honey. you know you don't wanna do that." izuku sighs and makes you lay down, and you feel your heartbeat speed up as your eyes widen.

you struggle and squirm, but he just smiles and puts more of his weight on you, making it near impossible to even move.

"m-midoriya—"

"izuku. say it," he breathes out, tucking his face into the crook of your neck almost forcefully.

he hears you hiccup, sees as the tears flow over and how your eyes get all glassy—all doe-eyed and he laughs.

"izuku, get off me—" you try to move again, you feel the grip around your wrist tighten more and it feels more and more uncomfortable as it does.

"i love you. you're so cute, what would you have done if it was someone else on top of you? hm?" izuku raises his head to look at you, and feels bad.

feels that guilt of actually making you cry, seeing how scared you are of him. "ah-ah, shh. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you upset, okay?"

that doesn't make the tears stop, but izuku thinks it's fine. the apology sounds genuine—more genuine than the usual sarcastic 'sorry' he gives you, more genuine than the mean laughs he gives you after making you throw a crumbled paper ball at him.

"i hate you, you're s-so mean," you hiss, wanting to kick and scream at him.

you feel the hold he has on your wrists loosen, but he doesn't let go entirely. but it's more than enough for you to wriggle free.

izuku smiles again, "i know. i know, 'm sorry."

the words that leave his mouth make you hiccup and stare at him, the typical scowl you always give izuku on your lips.

"you never show that you're actually sorry." you sniffle, and have to move to wipe the onslaught of tears the stumble down your pretty face.

izuku pauses when you say that, eyes grazing over your face before he lights up.

"how about i prove it, would that make you feel better?"

"s-slow down—"

"mgh—s-sorry," izuku gasps, but doesn't make any move to slow down, hips stuttering into yours as he watches you shake and clutch at the sheets.

it's been a little over thirty minutes, you think, but you're not sure. it's not like you can think when you can feel izuku's pretty cock all the way in your tummy—making sure you know he's actually sorry.

he spent all his time before this slurping at your pretty cunt, fingering you to completion as he sucked at your cute clit and made sure you felt good.

even now, izuku was trying to make sure you felt as good as you possibly could with him, watching your eyes roll back with every thrust into you.

"love you s'much, soo soft n pretty-" izuku whines, kissing you all sloppily yet so lovingly.

it makes you clench up around him, trying to close your legs but you jus can't because of the mean mating press he has you in.

"such a good boy for me, yeah?" the words paired with his dick stirring up your guts make you wail.

it's almost too much, but it's not enough as you cream around his cock—a milky white ring forming at the base of it as he pants and gasps right next to your ear.

he pounds a little faster—a little harder before his thrusts get sloppier and nearly lose rhythm. you can barely see his face without your glasses and the tears blurring your vision further.

but izuku makes sure that you can hear him good and well as he moans and whines, feeling the blunt tip press against your cervix as though it never wants to leave.

"shit, shit— 'm cumming," he gives short little thrusts as he does, cumming harder than he has in months just knowing that he finally has you.

you're both sweaty and you feel a little icky, embarrassed at all the crying you did. izuku kisses you—softer than he did before, wiping some hair from your face as he does.

"love you." izuku mutters. he doesn't care if you don't say it back, just as long as you know he loved you at the very least.

"i love you too."

A/N ; i haven't written smut or anything in MONTHS. i hope this is good in some parts, it's very rushed and not well thought outt :((

b4 anyone asks, minors are allowed to interact with my account. i don't care, as long as you aren't under 15. i fully understand that you guys have hormones, and the "minors dni" thing is straight bullshit to me. luv you guys, i will be making an account intro, but it won't be anytime soon cuz i'm lazy.. ＼(≧▽≦)／

#heartz.png #heartz.png files #izuku midoriya smut #midoriya izuku smut #izuku smut #deku smut #midoriya smut #bnha smut #mha smut #mha #bnha #midoriya izuku x reader #male reader #trans reader #poc reader #izuku x male reader #midoriya x male reader #midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x you

[misshoneyimhome]

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” with the inexperienced reader if possible please

Oh babe, it's always possible! 🤍

So sorry for the delay with this chapter though, but I really wanted to make sure it was worth the wait 🌺 The plot for this one was mainly inspired by this request with a little bit of added spice from this one - and I just hope you all enjoy it 🤍

Though it did end up being a bit more intense than I planned, I also figured stirring up some real emotions would be alright? 😉🔥

So, this chapter's got quite some Dom!Willy vibes, pushing some boundaries with the reader - but please note it's supposed to be all in a sexual/romantic way, nothing crazy like Stockholm Syndrome 🙈 [soft!Willy at the end]

Warnings; smut 18+; use of sex toy (Magic Wand), unpleasurable overstimulation, orgasm denial, dominant play, use of safe word, penetrative sex (p in v), pinning, mild choking, cumshot; please, let me know if I missed anything;

Word count; 6.6K

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IX I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🔥

As Sunday arrived, the exhaustion from the whirlwind of activities over the past few days weighed heavily on both you and your boyfriend, William Nylander. 

Despite the exhilarating moments and the playful bet that had led to some unforgettable bedroom actions, the weariness was undeniable. The All-Star event had been a thrilling deviation from the routine of the hockey season, but now, as the day unfolded lazily before you, there was a palpable sense of relief in simply being able to rest.

And as you slowly awakened from your slumber, you couldn’t help but admire William still deeply asleep beside you. 

However, with the dogs eagerly nudging you, signalling their need for a walk, you made the decision to let him enjoy a well-deserved lie-in. Gently slipping out of bed, you tiptoed around the room, careful not to disturb his peaceful rest. Then after putting on some comfortable clothes, you met the crisp morning air, as you leashed up the dogs, relishing in the tranquillity of the early hours.

You savoured the morning of February, accompanied by Pablo and Banksy, relishing the quietude of the nearly deserted city streets, while the few early risers walking their dogs received your friendly greetings as you passed by.

And upon reaching one of your favourite bakeries, you decided to indulge yourself and William with some of their finest pastries. You believed both of you deserved this treat, since William's weekend had been filled with excitement and joy, while you had been a mere spectator on the side lines. Plus, considering the activities from last night, you likely had already burned enough calories.

Yet, as you admired the delectable treats displayed in the window, a sudden wave of nausea washed over you, as though you were in the presence of something unsettling and dangerous. Instinctively, you turned to investigate the cause of your discomfort, only to be startled by the sight of a familiar face you had never expected to encounter in this part of the city – your ex-boyfriend, Liam.

The air thickened between you, punctuated by a soft gasp escaping your lips as your gaze locked with his.

He appeared infuriatingly good-looking. His trademark smirk graced his pink lips, his hair flawlessly styled into a quiff, and his posture radiated confidence. Clad in his usual casual attire, topped with a denim jacket, which seemed out of place for the current weather, he flashed you a knowing smile before breaking the silence.

"Hey, y/n," Liam's voice was as low and rough as you remembered.

"Hey..." you responded tersely, guarding against revealing too much emotion. Your heart fluttered uncomfortably, torn between lingering hurt and the newfound confidence from your current relationship.

"You look good," he offered a compliment, one you didn't particularly need from him.

"Thanks... What are you doing here?" you asked, a hint of timidity in your voice.

Liam shrugged nonchalantly. "Just out for a stroll."

"Out for a stroll? You don't even live nearby..." you raised an eyebrow, puzzled by his sudden appearance in your life once again.

"And that means I can never come around this area?" he retorted with a sarcastic chuckle.

You found yourself hesitating, uncertain of how to navigate the interaction. "I suppose it doesn't," you replied, mustering a friendly smile before a brief silence settled between you. "Anyway, I, um... I better get going..."

"Wait... I, um," he interrupted suddenly. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yeah... um, thanks," you replied, feeling unsure how to reciprocate. However, as you stood in the middle of the pavement, your feet didn’t seem to move the way you wanted them to, as if his presence held you back.

"So, you got dogs?" Liam attempted to keep the conversation going, diverting his gaze toward the two doodles by your legs.

"Oh, well... they're not mine – I mean, they're mine to walk, but not... they don't belong to me..." you stumbled over your words, feeling unsettled by the effect he still seemed to have on you. Which annoyed you beyond anything. You were in a committed, happy relationship, yet he somehow retained a magnetic hold over you.

"Right... your new boyfriend – the hockey player..." Liam snorted, his disapproval evident. However, his opinion held no weight in comparison to your feelings for William. Liam's thoughts on your relationship were inconsequential to you, yet you couldn't deny the slight satisfaction of being complimented and knowing he still harboured feelings for you.

"Yeah, the hockey player..." you replied with a small confident smirk. "Who, by the way, doesn't appreciate your comments on my Instagram posts," you pointed out, earning another chuckle from Liam.

"Oh, yeah... damn, I'm sorry about that. I don't know what came over me," he said casually, as if it meant nothing to him.

"It's alright, just please don’t do it again," you said, feeling more relaxed.

"Why not?" Liam grinned. "I might not win you back like that, but it's worth a shot..."

"What? Liam, you shouldn't even be trying at all..." you exclaimed in slight disbelief.

"Because you have a boyfriend?" he chuckled once more. "Come on, y/n, some overly arrogant hockey player doesn’t deserve you... just because he's rich and famous doesn't make him a good boyfriend..."

"Like you were?" you retorted promptly. "All you did was flirt with other girls... even when I was around!" Your voice unintentionally rose a notch, and you felt a momentary flush of embarrassment at arguing with your ex in the middle of the Toronto streets.

"I know... I know, y/n... but I've learned from it now – I'm not the same," Liam defended, taking a small step closer, still wearing that confident smile that could once weaken you in an instant.

Feeling the need to create some distance, you took a small step back, not allowing Liam to get too close with his captivating gaze and charming grin.

"Well, it's too late, Liam – I'm in love with someone else, and you lost the breakup," you replied firmly, gripping the dogs' leashes tightly. And with determination, you swiftly turned on your heels and walked away at a brisk pace, not daring to look back.

And as you hurried back to the apartment, you almost held your breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over you when you finally reached the safety of the elevator. Leaning against the wall, you let out a deep sigh. "Shit..." you mumbled softly to yourself.

It surprised you how Liam could still stir up such emotions within you. You hadn't thought about him in months, believing you were completely over him ever since you walked away. Yet, it seemed the ghosts of the past had a way of haunting you.

And upon your return to the condo, Pablo and Banksy rushed eagerly to the kitchen, where they greeted William with boundless excitement.

"Hey boys," William's voice greeted warmly while you were taking a deep breath and shedding your coat and shoes before joining him. "Hey babe," he continued, his eyes lighting up as they met yours, standing in the kitchen, dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts. "Did you go for a long walk?"

Apparently, time had slipped by faster than you had realised, the encounter with your ex causing you to lose track on your way back.

"Um, yeah... I couldn't really decide on what to get for breakfast," you replied with a soft chuckle, opting not to mention the brief encounter with Liam, knowing it would likely put William in a sour mood – something you wanted to avoid on a day like today.

"So, what did you buy?" William chuckled, noticing you didn't have any bags with you.

"Oh," you realised Liam's unexpected presence had prevented you from buying the treats you had intended to. Then thinking quickly, you came up with an alternative plan. "Um, I just thought we could make pancakes instead."

"Great idea, älskling," your boyfriend replied with a content smile, pulling you in for a kiss.

And as the morning developed into a relaxing day spent together on the sofa, watching movies, and taking naps with the dogs, the encounter with Liam slowly faded from your mind. Wrapped up in the comfort of William's presence, it seemed insignificant compared to the warmth and love you shared.

**

Monday unfolded like any other day in your new, not-so-ordinary lifestyle. After getting up, dressed, and bidding farewell to William as he headed out for morning skates, you embarked on your usual routine of walking the dogs before heading to work.

Throughout the day, amidst your tasks, you received loving texts from William, peppered with updates between workouts and media work, creating a comforting thread of connection despite the distance.

And upon returning home, you found yourself assisting him in selecting his attire for the evening's match.

"How about a black suit with a grey shirt?" you suggested, laying out the options on the bed.

"I thought you liked the green one best," he chuckled, emerging from the bathroom clad only in his boxers.

"Well, babe, I like you best naked, but I don't think it’d be appropriate for you to walk in like that," you teased, flashing him a flirtatious smile as he wrapped his muscular arms around you form behind.

"Mmm," he hummed, nuzzling into your hair. "I guess not... wouldn't want you to get all jealous again," his confident chuckle filled the room.

"Me, jealous? Willy, I think we both know you were the jealous one this weekend," you retorted playfully, sharing a light chuckle with him.

"Oh, like you weren't when I walked the carpet," William teased, his arms still wrapped around you.

Then turning in his embrace, you looked up at him, slipping your arms around his neck. "Hmm, maybe a little bit..." you admitted with a cheeky smile.

"Don't worry, älskling, I'm all yours," he reassured softly, leaning down to kiss your lips.

And as your mouths melded in a passionate embrace, you found yourself leaning into the moment, the words 'I'm yours' echoing in your mind. 

However, as if out of nowhere, thoughts of Liam from yesterday suddenly intruded, and you had to do your best to push them away, focusing on the closeness of William. Which had you unintentionally pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, letting your tongue press between his lips, and taste him.

Then gently pulling back to catch his breath, William's heavy breathing hinted at his growing arousal.

"Easy, prinsessa, I don't think we have the time," he murmured, his hands tightening around you in response to your intense kiss.

"I know, I just... you just look so fucking good," you smiled up at him, ignoring any intrusive thoughts. "Especially now that your beard is coming back, so you don't look like a teenager anymore."

William couldn’t help but chuckle at your dislike for his shaved face. "Yeah, you like that, huh?"

"Mmm, makes you almost manly," you grinned.

"Only almost?" he raised an eyebrow, gently pushing you back until the back of your legs hit the bed. "Maybe I should remind you just how manly I can be?"

"Didn't think we had the time?" you smirked back.

"Oh, I always have time for you, baby," William replied with a smirk of his own, pushing you down onto the bed, where his lips fiercely crashed onto yours once more. 

It was one of those moments where you remembered why William was always late to things – besides his usual tardiness. Sensually moving his lips from yours, he trailed kisses down your jawline and onto the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a mark with gentle nips and sucks.

"Willy," you moaned softly, almost surrendering to his touch.

"Mmm," he murmured against your skin, his hands exploring the contours of your body, teasingly massaging your breasts before trailing down to grasp your buttocks and give them a firm squeeze.

"You really don't have time for this..." you breathed out, torn between the desire to indulge in the pleasure of each other's bodies and the practicality of the impending schedule.

"But I'm already hard, babe," he chuckled, pulling back slightly to give you a cheeky smirk.

"Well, then I guess you'll have to think about something else before you walk in and have photos taken," you laughed softly, planting a gentle kiss on his lips before reclining on the bed, settling in to watch him get ready.

"You're a fucking tease, did you know that?" William grinned as he stood up, adjusting himself before grabbing his trousers.

"Oh, I know..." you replied with a smug look, your eyes following his every movement.

"Hmm, maybe I'll have to punish you later for teasing me like that?" William suggested, leaning over to kiss you again before buttoning up his shirt.

"I'm afraid you'll have to," you simply replied with a playful smirk.

It was another moment that reminded you of just how much you loved William Nylander. The way he could ignite passion with a single touch, yet also share heartfelt laughter and playful banter. It was undeniably the most wonderful relationship you had ever experienced.

And with a mischievous smile, you couldn't resist sending William a 'good luck' lingerie photo as he left for tonight's game. It was a playful gesture, a small reminder of your affection and support, before you would join him later after the game for some post-match celebration.

**

However, as the game unfolded, it became clear that it wouldn't be the greatest outcome for the Leafs. Despite their best efforts, the Islanders managed to secure a narrow victory with a final score of 3-2 by none other than Pierre Engvall, leaving a sense of disappointment hanging heavy in the locker room.

And as the players regrouped, their heads hung low processing the loss. While they knew they had fought hard, the bitterness of defeat still lingered. 

Meanwhile, outside the locker room, the partners and friends of the team waited patiently, discussing how to support their significant others through this tough moment.

You knew William wouldn't be in the best mood, but you also recognised that you were fortunate to have a partner who could brush off losses and bounce back rather easily. Maria Samsonov, on the other hand, had a different experience. Sammy had a tendency to always blame himself when the team lost—a burden that he had carried for some time. Yet, you also understood that this was typical for goaltenders, and with the support and encouragement from the team, he would be alright in due time.

So, as the hallways gradually emptied out, you then found yourself engaged in light chatter with some of the players and their significant others with William by your side. It was heartening to hear the boys laughing despite the loss, and it seemed they were already focusing on the next game.

With William's arm securely around your waist, you shared a moment of camaraderie and warmth among friends. Everything felt just right, and you savoured the sense of contentment that washed over you.

However, amidst the happy laughter and conversation, you suddenly felt a pair of eyes boring into you from a distance, sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. And when Stephanie's uneasy glance hinted that something was amiss, it prompted you to turn and confront whatever was causing the discomfort.

Your stomach churned as you again laid eyes on the familiar face standing in the hallway of the Toronto Maple Leafs, a place he certainly didn't belong.

"Liam," you breathed out, instinctively taking a step away from your group of friends and out of William’s embrace. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Your voice was low but firm, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief, as you crossed your arms, posing in front of him.

Standing there with his trademark confident grin and hands in his pockets, Liam simply chuckled. "Why do you always have to dictate where I can and cannot be?"

His voice grated on your nerves, and you couldn't hide the discomfort his presence evoked in you.

"Because this is not a place you should be... you have no business here..." you attempted to explain, but Liam only took a step forward, maintaining his smug expression.

"Well, I have every right to be a Leafs fan, right?" he chuckled deeply. "And as a fan, I can buy a ticket, which gives me access to the arena."

It was a feeble justification, you thought, but you knew he technically had a point.

"That doesn't explain why you're here, by the players' locker room," you added, trying to assert your boundaries.

But Liam just simply continued to hold his gaze on you, as if it was a challenge. Yet you remained composed, meeting his stare without flinching.

"I had to see you again..." he spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt a surge of conflicting emotions – anger, frustration, and fear. One thing was encountering him in public on the street, but having him show up here, in your territory, was another matter entirely.

However, as the tension between you was palpable, it again left you frozen and almost unable to react.

"But I don't want to see you..." you finally managed to speak; your voice barely audible as you let out a sigh. You didn't want to waste any more energy being angry with Liam. He didn't deserve the emotional turmoil he caused you.

And just as Liam was about to respond, William approached, his eyes fixed firmly on the man before you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close – a clear message asserting his dominance and showing Liam that you were no longer available to him.

"Are you alright, babe?" William's voice cut through the tension, his gaze fixed on Liam, though the question was directed at you.

Finally breaking away from Liam's stare, you subtly shifted in William's arm, feeling a sense of relief and security with him by your side.

"Yeah, I'm alright.”

Despite your reassurance, the atmosphere in the hallway remained thick with tension as more players gathered behind you, their presence adding to the pressure mounting on your ex-boyfriend.

Yet Liam persisted in speaking to you, his words dripping with a mix of bitterness and arrogance. "It's good to see that you're happy, y/n/n... although your friends seem more like protective bulldogs."

"Well, maybe she wouldn't need them if you weren't here," William retorted, his grip around your waist tightening as he channelled his irritation.

Liam's untimely appearance had chosen the worst possible moment after a loss against the Islanders, and you could feel William's lingering disappointment from the game only fuelling his temper.

"Or maybe I could just have a nice talk with my ex-girlfriend without you here," Liam challenged William, his tone laced with defiance. It was clear that this confrontation was slowly escalating, and you feared it wouldn't end well, especially when Liam continued with his provocation, his eyes fixed in you. "Guess I shouldn't have let you go so easily yesterday; it was so much easier to talk to you alone.”

The tension in the air thickened more if even possible, and you braced yourself for what was to come, knowing that this encounter was far from over. 

“You talked yesterday?” William inquired, turning briefly to you with frowned eyes, earning a small nod from you.

“Yes, so don’t worry, she’s much capable of talking without you around,” Liam replied, a way too comfortable smirk curving on his lips.

However, as William's question still hung in the air, a wave of unease washed over you. And Liam's smug response only intensified the tension, which made you sure you had to act before things escalated further.

But before you could intervene, William's temper erupted. "How about you just stay the hell away from her!" he sudden shouted, his frustration boiling over, and unable to contain his emotions. 

"I think she can speak for herself!" Liam shot back; his tone defiant as he maintained his arrogant smirk. "She doesn't need you to protect her."

And that had William's anger reaching its breaking point, causing him to abruptly remove his arm from around you, shoving Liam in the chest. "As long as you're here, she does!" he retorted, his voice laced with fury.

Then Liam retaliated, pushing back, but before the situation could escalate further, the other players swiftly intervened. Tavares restrained Liam while Mitch and Auston held William back, preventing what could have devolved into a physical altercation.

"It's time for you to leave now," the captain spoke firmly to Liam, who begrudgingly adjusted his jacket after Tavares released him.

"Yeah, maybe I should just leave her with you - I guess a dumb hockey player does deserve a dumb girl," he spat out, his words clearly crossing a line.

But it wasn't William who struck out first. With a swift movement, Auston swung his fist, landing a punch directly on Liam's nose. The impact sent Liam staggering back, clutching his injured nose as he stumbled to his feet and swiftly exited the hallway of the Scotiabank Arena.

The scene happened so quick, almost unfolding in a blur, but there was no denying the sense of satisfaction that washed over you as Liam retreated, leaving behind a palpable feeling of relief and closure.

“Shit…” you mumbled softly, a tear creeping into the corner of your eye as embarrassment suddenly washed over you. “I’m so sorry, guys,” you apologised, turning to face the others.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Auston spoke firmly, shaking his hand a little as he flashed you a grin. “You’re one of us, remember? No one should talk to you like that.”

“Yeah, what a jerk,” Stephanie added, prompting everyone to share light laughter as they discussed Liam's audacity.

And as they all then began to bid their farewells, you quickly turned to Auston. “Thank you, Aus. By the way, I hope you didn’t hurt your hand too much,” you said, flashing him a concerned smile.

“Not at all. It was actually fun to punch someone outside the ice,” he offered a light chuckle. “Besides, I’d do it anytime for you.” And with a cheeky grin, he left the hallway alongside Mitch and Stephanie.

However, William's demeanour was far more serious than the rest of the group. Still standing with his arm firmly around you, he glanced at you with a solemn expression.

Yet, when he didn’t say anything, you decided to break the tense silence. “I’m sorry, Willy…”

But William simply shook his head and let go of his arm around you before speaking. “Let’s just go home.”

His voice sounded firm and rough with the few words he spoke. And you couldn’t deny that it was a piercing feeling, knowing he was both fussing over you and angry at Liam for showing up.

Needless to say, the ride home was completely silent, not a word exchanged as William’s intense glare focused on the road ahead. Nor was there any sound between you as you entered the condo, despite the greetings you both offered the dogs.

Then upon arriving in the kitchen, you tried to follow William, yet it seemed he was avoiding your attempts to talk to him.

“Willy, I’m sorry…” you tried again, raising your voice slightly, but you were met with nothing but a piercing stare as he stood hunched over the kitchen island.

“Sorry about what? That you didn’t tell me about talking to your ex… or that you knew he might show up in your life again…” His voice was low, dark, and rough, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

To your small relief, William wasn’t shouting, but his tone was menacing, which in a way felt worse.

“All of it…” you admitted timidly. “But I didn’t know he’d show up like that…” you tried to defend.

“That doesn’t matter, y/n,” William spoke dominantly, straightening up and coming a little closer to you. “You could’ve told me about yesterday. And you chose not to.”

You took a small step back, slightly surprised by his forceful behaviour, and let out a small gasp as your eyes remained fixated on him.

“I chose not to tell you because I didn’t think it’d matter, Willy,” you managed to explain with a more confident tone. “He doesn’t matter. Only you do. So, I don’t care if he shows up again. He's nothing compared to you.”

There was a brief moment of silence hanging between you as William again took a step closer, invading your personal space.

“That’s right.”

And it was as though some cosmic force propelled William towards you, causing his lips to collide with yours. The intensity of his passion was palpable as he cupped your face with his hands, drawing you nearer to him.

Your breath was swiftly taken away as you were swept into the fervent moment, caught somewhat off guard, yet your body instinctively yielded to his embrace.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pressed your chests together, both fully immersed in the heat of the moment. William’s hands moved to the back of your head, holding onto you with fervour as his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, leaving no doubt about his hunger for you.

You allowed your fingers to trail from his neck to firmly grasp onto his hoodie, pulling him even closer as you mirrored the depth of your longing for his touch.

Yet for William, this went beyond merely asserting his dominance in passionate sex. He wanted to ensure you understood the depth of his feelings for you, how you had found your way into his heart, and how he couldn't bear the thought of losing you to someone else. You belonged to him, and he needed you to acknowledge that.

Breaking the kiss for a brief moment, both of you released deep breaths, consumed by the intensity and longing for each other.

"You're so fucking sexy," William whispered before capturing your lips again, until you gently pushed him away to catch your breath. 

"And you're so fucking hot when you're mad!"

It felt like a competition as you eagerly pressed your faces together, sharing the raw desire that only grew with each passing second. Your hands drew each other closer, ensuring there was no space left between you, keeping yourselves intertwined.

Then, with his strength, William let his hands move to your buttocks, lifting you into his arms and almost hurrying to the bedroom, where he tossed you onto the bed.

"So, you think I'm hot when I'm mad?" he chuckled huskily, his eyes smouldering with desire as he pulled his hoodie over his head and discarded it, revealing his bare chest. "Let me show you just how mad I am then."

You had to bite your lip as you gazed at him before you. Never before had you been so aroused by his intense gaze and the palpable tension emanating from him. It was much like the day he came home after you'd been out with Emily, but tonight he wasn't gentle and dominant. He was simply rough and forceful.

As he knelt on the bed beside you, his hands swiftly found your shirt and trousers, almost tearing them off as he wasted no time in undressing you. Leaving you in your underwear, he then made his way to the nightstand where he retrieved the Magic Wand, one of your favourite toys.

"You know the rules; hands above your head – if you move them, you don’t get to come," William commanded, and you immediately complied.

Returning to the mattress, he knelt between your legs once more, urging them to spread wide as he used his large frame to keep them apart. Switching on the vibrator to what sounded like a rather high setting, he directed it straight to your fabric-covered core.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed in pleasure as the intense vibrations made forceful contact with your clit, your hands gripping tightly onto the pillows behind your head as your eyes shut tight. "Shit, Willy!" you cried loudly.

But then he withdrew the wand, leaving you breathless and desperately gasping for air from his sudden action. You imagined his smug expression, but as you gently opened your eyes, you were met only with a dominant, stern look.

"Is this what you want?" he asked rhetorically, but before you could even think of an answer, he forcefully pressed the vibrator back onto your clit, causing you to squirm and cry out as you instinctively arched your back.

It was almost verging on painful. The high intensity caused your body to shake and tremble, a mixture of pleasure that wasn’t allowed to gradually build. Your heels aggressively dug into the mattress beneath you as you once again yearned for air that was stolen from your lungs amidst the extreme overstimulation.

And then, once more, William withdrew the wand. Panting as he surveyed the effect, he was having on you, small beads of sweat forming on your skin as you cried out in a blend of pleasure and pain.

"Stop... please," you pleaded in a whisper, but William didn’t seem to hear you.

"You want to make me jealous, is that it?" he spat, once again bringing the device in his hand into contact with your core, causing you to scream out. But this time, you were unable to endure it any longer.

With a loud cry, you forced yourself to raise your voice and put an end to it. "Blue. Willy, blue!"

And the safe word seemed to work, prompting William to withdraw the device.

Breaths were shared heavily between you, your eyes wet as they met his dark glare in the dimmed lights of the bedroom. You took a moment to regain control of the tears trailing down from the corner of your eyes, staring intensely at William.

"Willy," you softly breathed out, unable to form any coherent sentences as you processed what had just happened.

His chest rose and fell forcefully, his hand still clutching the vibrator before he flung it across the room. You could feel his simmering anger beneath the surface, yet there were hints of concern in his eyes as he kept his gaze locked onto you.

Swiftly, he then rose from his position, never breaking eye contact as he undressed completely, almost as if awaiting your objection.

However, you remained silent. Instead, you focused on regaining your breath, allowing your body to gradually relax as the charged atmosphere in the room brimmed with intense desires and raw lust.

It felt almost illicit. William's rough movements as he returned to the bed, discarding the delicate piece of fabric covering your heat, and leaned over your body, gripping each of your wrists and pinning them down on either side of your head.

No words were exchanged, only the tension lingering between you both as you still felt the remnants of frustration and irritation from earlier.

You both allowed the silence to envelop the room as William guided the tip of his throbbing cock to your entrance, eager to feel your warmth.

Softly, you parted your lips, releasing a small breath as you silently gave him your consent to proceed. And then, with one determined thrust, William drove his member into your core, penetrating you deeply with force.

You couldn't help but let out a soft cry again in response to his movements, though this time it was a pure expression of pleasure.

His length stimulated the inside of your walls as he withdrew and thrust back in, establishing a slow yet firm rhythm that resulted in loud slaps of skin colliding echoing through the room.

William's moans escaped his lips uncontrollably with each intense thrust, emitting deep, dark, husky grunts as he channelled his anger through his motions.

Your core eagerly welcomed every thrust he delivered, despite their lack of softness and romance. Yet, with each stroke, as his length massaged your sensitive muscles, a pleasurable sensation surged within you, gradually building towards an orgasm.

"Yes, Willy… it feels so good," you cried out softly, prompting William to increase his pace.

And as the intensity heightened, his moans grew louder, his grip around your wrists tightening as he too sensed his climax approaching. However, he held back, still determined to bring you the pleasure you deserved.

Then, sensing your impending orgasm as the clenching around his cock signalled its arrival, he began to pound faster, releasing one of your wrists as his hand found your throat instead, holding it firmly.

Your free hand instinctively reached out to grab onto his, your voice stolen from you as William's thrusts brought you closer to the peak. It was an intense sensation; the desire to release yourself held back by his force.

Yet with a whimper, you managed to gasp, indicating your impending climax. “Willy… I’m… come..” 

"Yes, baby, come for me," William moaned between deep breaths. And as if his words were a direct order, you shut your eyes tightly once more and finally allowed yourself to reach the peak of pleasure. You felt the deep rush of intensity wash over you, your mind going hazy, and your legs trembling beneath his large figure as you reached the high. "Oh fuck…" he groaned deeply, the tightening around him bringing him closer to his climax as well.

And with a loud moan, William let go of his grip, pulled out, and leaned back onto his knees before taking a firm hold of his needy member, jerking himself to ejaculate onto your core. His cum spilling onto your lower stomach, marking you as his.

You almost felt filthy as he sprayed himself onto you, yet as you slowly came down from your estate state, your eyes once again met his, sharing a moment of heated intimacy. The need and craving for each other still lingering in the air.

It took a few minutes for both of you to slowly return to reality, the euphoria of your orgasm gradually fading as you regained control of your breathing.

Then, without a word, William slowly rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

You found yourself frozen in position, your mind still racing as it processed the events of the day. Attempting to relax, you felt your body slowly regaining its sensations, your legs ceasing their trembling as you sank into the mattress. Yet you couldn’t help but wonder what William might be doing, as your thoughts kept drifting. He seemed to be taking his time, you thought, yet you also found yourself simply enjoying the tranquillity filling the air after the intense sex.

However, just as you were about to close your eyes and succumb to the weariness overtaking you, William returned to the bedroom, positioning himself beside the bed before lifting you up in a bridal-style hold. And gently, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bathroom.

Upon entering, you noticed how he had dimmed the lights and lit a few candles around the bathtub, which was being filled with running water. And as he softly placed you back onto the ground, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you as William, still in complete silence, guided you into the water.

As you settled in, allowing yourself to be embraced by the warmth, he joined you, positioning himself behind you and gently encouraging you to lean back and relax against him.

It was as if all tension had dissipated, replaced by a sense of softness as William tenderly caressed your body, washing away the remnants of the earlier intimacy. Yet suddenly, he broke the silence.

"Are you okay, älskling?" he inquired softly, gently placing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. "I'm sorry if I hurt you..."

You could sense the genuine concern in his voice, a slight tremble underlying his words, which brought a soft rush of relief over you. And carefully turning in your position to avoid spilling too much water from the tub, you faced William, smoothly placing your legs on top of his. 

His expression had softened, a stark contrast to how he had looked during your intimate session, and gently, you cupped his face with your hands, your palms softly caressing his beard, urging him to look directly at you.

"Never do that again, Willy." Your voice was low and soft, yet undeniably filled with seriousness, and he understood immediately, nodding in confirmation. "I know you were mad..." you continued, your tone gentle. "But don't you ever use sex to punish me like that... it wasn't fair."

And William let out a deep sigh as he understood the distress, he had put you under, not in the pleasurable way sex was supposed to be between you.

"I'm so sorry, babe..." he apologised again, his blue eyes nearly sparkling as they slowly welled up. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that..."

It was a heartfelt moment of deeply shared connection between you, a connection only the two of you understood as you felt the hurt, he was experiencing from his actions.

"It's okay, Willy... I just..." you let out a deep sigh. "I just don't want you to feel this way... being so angry because of..." You trailed off, not wanting to dwell on him any longer.

"Your ex-boyfriend," William finished your sentence with a stern tone, prompting you to nod.

"Yes, because he's not worth it, and you know it," you explained as your hand moved to gently stroke his hair, the other finding his shoulder to trace soft circles on his skin.

"I know, but he still got to me today, and I'm so pissed that I let him," William let out another sigh.

Yet, you couldn't help but feel a small curve on your lips forming as you reminded yourself of the joy you had felt when Liam had mentioned how happy you looked next to William.

"Hey, the only reason he tried to push your buttons was because he was jealous of how happy you're making me," you spoke, flashing him a sweet smile as you reassured your beloved boyfriend of how much he meant to you.

And fortunately, it seemed to work. You felt William's tense muscles slowly relax as he let out a deep breath, offering you a timid smile.

"It really bothers him, doesn’t it?" he finally let out a light chuckle. "That you're happy without him…"

"Yeah, and honestly, I think what really pisses him off is that I'm not just happy without him – but I'm also happy with someone else," you said, feeling a sense of ease as you and William exchanged light laughter, your fingers moving from his hair to delicately toy with the chain around his neck.

"And I'm really happy with you, y/n… And I don't want to apologise for being jealous because it just shows how much you mean to me… that I want you more than words can describe," William spoke, his voice almost cracking as he let out emotions, he didn't often express. "And in a way, I think... I think that I'm scared of the fact that I love you so much that you could break my heart at any point… and I can't do anything about it."

You couldn't help but admire how sweet he was. The always strong and calm hockey star, William Nylander, was expressing his deep feelings for you, admitting his true concerns.

"Hey... I love you too, Willy, don't ever doubt that" you flashed him a content smile. "And you could just as easily break my heart, believe me," you added with a soft chuckle, which he returned. "So, don't worry... we're both just two idiots in love."

And William knew you were right, which helped him slowly forget about the frustrations he held about your ex.

“I know… I just wished I’d been the one to throw the punch instead of Tony…” William chuckled lightly, earning a light laugh from you as well.

“Hmm, don’t worry babe, I think prefer you acting out in bed instead,” you offered him a cheeky wink. “Besides, in case Liam would actually have managed to hit back, I’d rather have him punch Auston than your pretty face.”

Then, with a sweet place you placed a gentle kiss onto William’s lips, and you shared a soft moment where you both knew you could let all the concerns wash away. And as you finished washing up, you returned to the bedsheets where tiredness quickly took over, and you fell into a deep sleep in each other's embrace.

#18+ #Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

[chubbyheadquarters]

Hey uhh...can I request that MKR Sun Wukong with a like 'fluttershy personality' s/o? Like first time meet they were shy and easily flustered but when they mad or furious they go like "a pissed of Nicole Watterson Mode" or something like that. S/O really like nature and doesn't like Violence but used it when they really needed too...

You can ignore this all you can

Genre: Romantic

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): Sun Wukong-Monkey King

Honestly, I feel like he'd be a tease. Seeing you fluster so easily from a compliment or two gets a kick out of him. He'd never tell you, but he thinks it's pretty cute when your round cheeks flush in a deep red.

Your kindness is overwhelming, but a nice change to the group. He likes it, especially when you direct it towards him. You also try your best to empathize with him and get the others off his back. And the thing is, you ACTUALLY take his reason for doing something into account.

Everyone assumes that he just attacks blindly, like he doesn't have a brain to think with. You're the only one who takes his side and lend an ear. It makes him feel heard. Makes him feel better. Like his opinion/words actually matters.

He likes how in tune you are with nature, always admiring the new scenery, regardless of if its just a bunch of trees or a desert like scene. You soak in the sun, you don't mind getting a bit dirty from mud nor do you mind animals.

If anything, you're always able to gather a following of animals that adore you and don't wanna leave your side. Somehow, it seems as if you're in perfect tune with them, understanding what they want from you. It makes him that much more confident that the monkeys back home will love you.

He, along with other the others, are startled by the change when you're pissed off. Some demons were picking a fight, thinking you were weak, and you snapped, showing the others how you managed to survive for so long. He won't lie. He found it hot.

It's a bit of a bummer that you're not one for fighting, but if that's not your cup of tea, then he's willing to let it go. He does appreciate that you let him go willy nilly with his own fights. If you're willing to train with him at least, that makes his day even better.

#chubby reader #x chubby reader #wukong x chubby reader #wukong x reader #sun wukong x chubby reader #sun wukong x reader #monkey king reborn x chubby reader #monkey king reborn x reader

[nylwnder]

yours

a/n: I MISS HIM YOU GUYS I FUCKING MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH LIKE WDYM WE CANT HAVE BENNY CABER AND HIM???? WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN

pairing: luke schenn x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, yet never actually having p in v because he's literally a tease, possessiveness, oral (f receiving), fingering, technically exhibitionism, pool party, willy being willy

word count: 2.8k

taglist: @shoot-the-puck, @11livpangburn , @domi-max , @boqvistsbabe , @sweetiet , @p1tstop , @occasionallyaurora , @laurenairay, @fallinallincurls, @andrea9

series masterpost

the sun has been glaring since the early morning rise. although the weather network cannot confirm this, you are highly convinced any skin that reached the bright rays of light when you woke up were subject to a burn straight from the pits of hell.

you might have been overreacting, but that’s truly how this weather made you feel. summer was certainly not your favourite season for this exact reason — and the bugs, which were also very much present on this boiling day.

luke on the other hand, thought it was a gorgeous morning to go for a run. you kissed him extra passionately before he left in fear he might melt before he could even turn back to the house.

while he was gone, you were eyeing the pool luke had added in the backyard. your body was craving a dip into water.

you had let the water submerge you around the middle of the pool for a bit before heading to the side to float against the walls. you had brought out a cocktail for yourself and had it set beside you on top of the cement ground as you had music playing in the background from a tiny speaker.

schenner came back not too long after, stripping himself from his clothes the minute he saw where you were. your head was thrown back and your eyes were closed. so when luke jumped into the pool you were sincerely startled by the splash.

“jesus christ luke, you're gonna give me a heart attack!”

“im sorry, love. just wanted to accompany you.”

you smile at the sight of his grin. that stupidly attractive grin.

you roll your eyes at him and let him give you a kiss. afterwards, luke did a few swimming strokes to cool down his body temperature as well. he comes back over to you as you watched him. he reaches over for the drink to your left and takes the last sip.

you didn't really pay mind to your stolen beverage, as your eyes were focused on his mouth. that being said, you wanted to stay out here with him so you offered to go inside and make more.

“come back here.” luke says, grabbing your hips and pulling you back down to him.

“we have to keep ourselves hydrated, remember.” you said, even though you know alcohol isn't on the preferred list of liquid resources. you allowed yourself to wrap your arms around his neck.

he smiles, “yeah but you’re all i need right now.” he says, giving you a few kisses. you give in, letting yourself hang beside him and talk about whatever comes up.

“its actually great weather for a barbecue today,” you began, letting your fingers play with the water around his hands as you spoke. “why don’t we invite the group over? i'm craving a buffet feast, to be honest.”

“yeah, sure! that’s a good idea, i don't mind a little seasoned steak.” he said with a smile.

you return the smile. “sounds good. i'll call them over.”

you made the move to get out of the pool before luke pulls you back to him again. “i need to get something out of the way first.” he says, grabbing the back of your neck to bring you into a kiss.

your lips curved into a smile before a playful shriek erupted out of you as luke had brought you out of the water to sit on the ground above.

he was quick to discard your bikini bottom, and bring you right to the edge of the pool. your breath hitched at the back of your throat as his face began to inch closer and closer to your core as he laid lingering kisses on your thighs. his hovering breath caused a shiver down your spine. ironic considering how hot it is outside.

once his mouth attached to his desired target you couldn't help but let out a loud moan. nobody could run you to an orgasm, in any way, like luke can. your clit throbbed against his tongue.

his tongue made quick work over you. flicking and sucking at your clit before lapping at your hole as he groaned at the taste of you. his nose bumped deliciously into your nub and you bit your lip and threw yourself back. “look at me sexy, wanna see that gorgeous face.” he says, his lip grazing your bundle of nerves.

you prop yourself up with your elbows to watch him. your body was tensing within minutes, thighs attempting to close around luke’s head as deep pleasure curled in your stomach.

he let out a low groan when you pushed his head further into you in an attempt to roll your hips. you were trying your best to chase the orgasm that was only minutes away. schenner teased your bud with his teeth and kept his lips wrapped around it in order to suck hard. that was merely enough to have you unravelling directly into his mouth.

“now you can call them.” luke says, grinning.

your chest was heaving as he got out of the pool to sit beside you. “give me a minute—” he kisses your head with a snicker as you try your best to regulate your breath. “fuck” you mumbled.

—

“you’ve got some competition to hold up to.” mitch says as he enters the door. you couldn't help but laugh.

“oh yeah?” luke responds. mitch nodded, “i've had some preeeeeetty fun pool parties myself so… we’ll see,” the goofball grins, holding an inflated beach ball in his arms, as he walks away and steph shakes her head at her husband-to-be.

the rest of the couples began to arrive as well as solo players, and some adorable pups. john was kind enough to bring some extra meat for the barbecue with others bringing appetisers, drinks and sides besides the ones you were already preparing in the kitchen.

luke began firing up the grill with ryan and john as willy picked at the appetisers you were placing on a plate to take out. the rest of the group outside were already mingling with each other.

“did you not have breakfast?” you asked humorously as you watched how the boy in front of you was basically salivating at the food around the two of you. just like the two pups beside him.

“i did eat something… but it wasn't really edible-” he began before giving you a giggle, “you know...”

you scoffed before sharing the snicker with him. you slapped him on the arm playfully.

“help me take them out, you manwhore.” you joked. he laughed, “mm love, you don’t even know.”

you rolled your eyes. but you found william funny for that exact reason. he’s confident with himself and not shy to talk about anything with the people he finds himself comfortable with. despite all that, he is a really kind man and you appreciated his well-roundedness.

“haven't had a good home cooked meal in a min. i’m eating good tonight.” auston said as he stood in front of the starters. the group also crowded over the available food quickly.

“yeah cause all he gets is take out.” mitch chirped.

“that's how much we love you, bud.” luke joked, making them all snicker.

everyone entertained themselves with the many different apps and cocktails available. some were eating in the pool with inflatable food trays in front of them, with the delicious smell of the cooking meat engulfing their noses.

that being said, the barbecue only produced more heat and it wasn’t long before you began to feel suffocated again. “screw this” you spoke, unzipping your shorts and yanking them down.

“wheeeewwwww take it off!!!!” amber brodie yelled to you from the pool.

you giggled as you unbuttoned the shirt that you had borrowed from luke. taking it off slowly from your shoulders to play into the joke. you were now displaying the lacy bikini that schenner had gifted you in the beginning of summer.

the girls howled and cheered making the dogs bark with them. most of the boys laughing shyly as luke watched with a grin. ryan pats his mate on the back in praise.

“now that's a beautiful woman right there!” one of the girls exclaimed.

you do a quick pose before jumping into the pool. respectfully splashing everyone around you. that being said, luke’s grin began to halter as willy’s eyes started to linger.

you sat beside william in the hopes to catch some of the last snacks he was hostaging. as well as to cuddle with pablo, who was licking willy’s face like his life depended on it. “kept them just for you!” he spoke. “we would be having problems if you didn't.” you said, smirking as you snatched the slider he had in his hand.

the more you stayed in the pool and the more games the group played in the water, the more your boyfriend's eyes burned a hole on the back of willy’s head.

william’s touches were respectful and innocent around your torso or hip. he never moved up, he never moved down, and he never gripped more than he should have. you thought nothing much of it. but his giggling energy and flirty tones around you weren't luke’s favourite sights.

once the meat was ready to be served, declared by jt, william grabbed your arm to help you out of the pool, catching you as your foot nearly slipped on the puddle above. “careful!” he uttered. “oh my hero!” you dramatically declared. the blonde laughs, “seems like those margaritas are starting to hit.” you both giggled. luke was quick to call you over.

you were starving and your stomach felt like it was waiting years for the grilling to complete. but luke grabbed your hand and asked if you wanted to go grab more plates. you nodded, realising you didn't bring nearly enough out.

when you made it to the kitchen you were pulled away from the cabinet by the strings of your bikini bottom. “luke!” you exclaimed as he hid you behind the long and decently tall island.

“what do you want? i'm hungry!!!!” you whined, your body trapped in by his arms. his jaw was clenched, his body tense and his eyes dark.

you know exactly what's got him mad. “honey, you know how he is. that’s just him, he’s a touchy boy! he does it to you all the time too!” you said, reasoning with him as your hands topped his forearms.

his eyes are looking up and out to the backyard and back to you. you turn around to see a blonde quick to turn away. luke isn’t threatened, certainly not, as he knows he can work you better than anyone in every way possible, both sexually and not. that being said, luke isn’t having any of this flirtiness and you should've known there's no reasoning with him. he's possessive, ever since he got his eyes on you. you're his. and god forbid if anyone was thinking about you the way he does. so you're not surprised you're met with silence.

nevertheless, you wouldn't say you didn't like him like this. no. in fact, he was even more cunning in this mood.

his body towered over you and kept you in his hold. his eyes firm on you once again, his hands are quick to part your underwear, ever so gently pushing his finger in your entrance. you bite your lip but you keep eye contact with him.

“luke, luke please,”

“hmm?”

his two fingers slip in easily and pump a bit, but before you could make a response he slips a third and your legs are quick to buck just a bit. his arms grip you tight but you lean into his chest to mask your moan.

his fingers pump in and out of you swiftly, taking no time to curl them against your already wet walls. you kept biting your lips to mask your sounds, in hopes everyone was entertained outside and no one was anywhere inside the house.

luke didn't care. he just wants to hear you crumble in front of him.

“you’re taking my fingers so well, can feel you squeezing them.”

you only mewl in response. your head thrown back.

“you wanna cum, pumpkin?” he asks, his other hand squeezing your hip tightly.

you mentally rolled your eyes at him. he always says it in a mischievous tone and you couldn't help but accept the pet name with open arms. only he could call you pumpkin.

“wanna cum so bad”

“yeah? who do you belong to?”

a sound escaped your mouth as your legs wobbled and your mind more focused on your upcoming orgasm.

“who’s gonna make you cum tonight, tomorrow, and every other day, baby girl?” he asks you, firm in your ear as his fingers caress your breasts before he pinches one of your buds.

“you. only you.”

he hums.

you look up at his eyes, your mouth already agape. “im yours luke. fucking yours.” you stated. internally begging for him to touch your clit as he watched you closely. he waited to, although he was pleased with your words and your scrunched face as he switched his finger movements.

and as the good man luke is, he catches your open lips to bring you into a kiss while he finishes you off by tracing harsh shapes on your clit.

he puts you up on the counter to help your legs gain back their strength after your climax waved over you.

“how about we send everyone home now? i think we still need to talk about this issue some more” you uttered with a whiny tone.

he snickered at you. “i thought you said you’re hungry” your stomach responded to his words before you could. “fine” you huffed, even though your core was agonising for anything but food. he has basically foreplayed you all day.

your fingers are still gripping his hair as his gaze traced your face. you looked beautiful. lips pink and puffy from his own mouth. eyes glossy and sparkly and your hair perfectly framing your flushed cheeks. he smiles and you smile with him. you soften your hands and let him pull you back down to the ground. “will you leave him alone now” you suggest.

“we’ll see.” he says, with a smirk. you couldn't help but smile again.

you both bring out more plates just like luke had mentioned. although bunting noticed the delay and didn't hesitate to mention it.

“where the fuck were those plates? down under?” he uttered, his tone light, of course. as he walked beside you, your eyes darted to him, your glare sharp as you understood what he was technically trying to refer to.

he giggled at your face. “don't worry. nobody saw.”

“and you better not have too.” he shrugged in response but before you could do anything, you were called over by schenner to pick what you wanted to eat.

you sat around with the others and talked like you didn't just cum on the fingers luke is currently sucking sauce off of. and he had nothing but a grin plastered on his face as you dazed off looking at him.

not too long after a selection of desserts were served, the dogs began begging with puppy eyes for their own pieces, a trap in which most of you fell into.

you only found it fair that they had to cuddle you in return. so you sat on the ground letting banksy sit in your lap while pablo jumped on you in order to give your cheeks as many kisses as possible.

luke sat at the table watching you, a smile on his face. willy came to sit beside him. “pablo doesn't do that with just anyone.” willy said, taking a sip of his drink.

“i’ve noticed” luke said with a light chuckle. he took a swig of his own beer as they both continued watching you.

“you have a great girl, man.” the blonde said, patting luke on the shoulder. “pablo clearly agrees.”

luke smiles, turning to look at his teammate's kind demeanour. he knows he doesn't mean any harm, he's not tone dead. but luke doesn't mind making sure people know that you’re with him, and that you are his at the end of the night.

“thanks kid. she really is perfect.” luke said, returning the pat.

“of course!”

—

ryan helped build a fire as the sky began surrendering to the moon. the group that remained circled around it. you had gone to grab another cookie before luke called for you to sit in his lap with his hand. you pressed a kiss to his alcohol stained lips.

william sat beside the two of you and you subconsciously began to give your boyfriend reassuring squeezes on his stirn arm. other times interlacing fingers as you let your body sink deep into his. his arm was wrapped tight around your waist.

that being said, you agreed that the conversation was not over and in fact you sincerely think he needs to solidify who you belong to. in lots of different positions. for as long as the two of you can go.

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The Fallen Star ✨Wish Reimagined

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Rosas

We open to a picture book with the title The Fallen Star on the cover, and it flips open to the end as a voice similar to that of the Golden Age princesses starts narrating.

Once upon a time, in a land… actually not that far away, there was a kingdom off the coast of the Iberian Peninsula.

Rosas.

The picture book opens to a jungle, zooming across a beach and a sea all the way up to Rosas.

Rosas was a beautiful kingdom, with beautiful people, a beautiful king and queen, and their beautiful daughter.

The picture book goes to look at the crowd, then to the other page to Magnus and Amaya waving to the crowd, then down to Asha waving to the crowd

Princess Asha. This is her story.

As well as his story.

The page flips and zooms down to Gabo.

And hers.

And their story.

Hal and Bazeema, then Dahlia, Safi, and Dario

And his story.

Simon O'Donahue

And my story.

Don’t worry.

You’ll meet me in a bit.

But for now, let’s start at the beginning.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The picture book flips backwards to the beginning of the book, landing on a page with Steamboat Willie, which fades into real life and flips for motion

The flipbook stops at the last frame where a pencil erases and redraws an ear.

“Baaaaa!” A goat, dressed in indigo pajamas, jumps up on the stool next to the artist.

“Hey, Val,” Asha smiles. She turns back to her paper. “I’m not sure about this character. I mean, he looks like he’d be popular, but… he’s giving homophobic vibes. What do you think?”

“Baaaaaa!”

“You’re right. I’m going to burn it,” Asha decides. She pets Valentino’s fluffy head. “Thank you for your input, good sir,” she coos.

Suddenly, the bell tolls outside.

“Oh, goodness. It’s time! Come, baby!” Asha grins, closing her sketchbook and slipping it in her dress pockets.

Asha walks out the door and through the halls, so we get a good look at the beautiful architecture of Rosas.

We pass by the docks, where a ship pulls in by the harbor.

Just like in the movie, a boat docks on the harbors of Rosas. The boat is decorated with flags and plants and nets and fabric, and a group of lively tourists exit the ship.

“Hello!”

We see a smiling young woman waving to the tourists. “My name is Dahlia Tsurugi! I’m so glad you came to our city. I’ll be your tour guide, along with my friend, Bazeema Sriprasanna!”

Her friend jostles at her name, eyes darting to the crowd and waving shyly.

“Care for a cookie?” Dahlia asks as Bazeema pulls out a tray. “Courtesy of my parents, the royal bakers!”

The crowd looks excited, taking a few cookies. “Sugar cookies, just like how Their Majesties like them,” Dahlia explains. She gives Bazeema a thin smile, but before they can move forward, there’s the sound of trumpets.

Dahlia and Bazeema startle and turn towards the noise.

“Helloooo there!”

Now we’re getting to Asha! Our girl is smiling at the tourists, a golden tiara on her head and a group of servants rolling out a red carpet for her to walk on.

“My name is Princess Asha Arman of Rosas! I’ll be your tour guide today!” Asha smiles. “I’m glad you came to our wonderful and fantastic kingdom! Trust me, you’ll love it here.”

“Oh, Princess,” Dahlia says, grin faltering a bit. “You’re a bit early.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, Doc,” Asha says sweetly. “What kind of main character would I be if I ran in here, needing to catch my breath? Couldn’t be me.”

Dahlia blinks. “I see.”

She recovers quickly, turning back to the tour group. “Well, you’re in luck. Today you get to meet our very own, Princess Asha!”

Asha waves and smiles. There’s a bleat, and Asha lights up. “Oh! And this is my goat, Valentino. Say hi, baby!”

Valentino jumps up and bleats, nuzzling against Asha’s dress. Asha coos and pets his fluffy head.

Bazeema whispers something to Dahlia, who smiles sympathetically. Asha turns back to the crowd. “Well! Shall we start, then?”

🎵 Welcome to Rosas 🌹

Asha

Dahlia

Bazeema

All three together

Welcome to Rosas, come on, come this way

Asha bounces in front of the tourists

We hope that you’ll like it and choose to stay

Arms out

There's no other place just as full of surprise

Where your dreams and your reality can collide

Hands mashed together

The happiest place on earth

Hands clasped, singing

A land of laughter, joy, and mirth

Want to ride a carpet or rub a lamp’s base

Hand outstretched to carpet hanging (Aladdin’s carpet) lowers hand to Aladdin’s lamp underneath)

Well, hey, you've come to the, right, place

Gently leans down to the child of the group

'Cause here in the kingdom of Rosas

Asha cuts in front of Bazeema, the other girl girls join in

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas

So our great King Magnus, many years ago

Dahlia fixes her glasses

Stars destroyed his homeland, fire, rain, sleet, and snow

Uses free hand to mime out

He battled the Stars and chased off their glow

Hand towards the sky, fist closed at “chased”

He makes sure they can’t hurt us again, oh no

He founded Rosas

With his wife and their young lass

Though to be honest—

Unsure Bazeema

Hey. Our princess grows on you, I promise

Dahlia gently interrupts, then turns to the tourists

Hey, did I mention, when you turn eighteen

Asha pops up behind them, taking their attention

You may have your wish granted by the king and queen

‘Till then, they keep them safe, protects them at all costs

So to the Stars again no one ever is lost

You give your wish to them and live a life of bliss

Yes, you do forget what it is, but now Stars won’t be able to take it from you

Boops nose of youngest

Besides, if you keep it you endanger everyone you love, so forget with no regret and live life safely

Arms like “why”, “gotcha” movement, running backwards

Here in the kingdom of Rosas

Flamenco staircase dance

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas 🎵

The tourists are all excited, Dahlia happily explaining more about their kingdom.

“You actually came just in time!” Dahlia exclaims. “Tomorrow is the anniversary of Rosas’ founding, so you have a chance to check out the Wishing Festival! You should stick around, the kids get to plan it to ensure true imagination leads each celebration!”

She’s interrupted by an excited noise from Bazeema. Dahlia looks to see what her friend has gotten excited about, then lights up once she sees two young men in the distance.

“Simon! Safi! What are you doing here?”

We see a big, tall boy being dragged along by a much smaller one.

“Oh, hey, Dahls. Bazeema,” the bigger one greets them, yawning. “We just came to… wish you luck on your tour before… heading off to Hal’s Saba’s meeting.”

“We tried to make it in time, but— ACHOO!” Safi sneezes before he can finish his sentence.

“It was my fault,” Simon says apologetically. “I overslept.”

“And I told you, it’s fine, big guy,” Safi says, patting Simon’s arm. “Your dad worked you hard last night. Dahlia can handle it. And Bazeema— ACHOO!” Safi’s eyes widen. “Is there an animal nearby?”

“Oh, sorry,” Dahlia rushes. “Guys, we have a visitor on the tour with us. Be careful—“

“Ahem.”

The four teens straighten their posture. Princess Asha stands before them, holding Valentino in her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to support our friend Hal, Your Highness,” Safi pipes up.

“Aaaaand why are you interrupting our tour?”

“Well, we—“

“Ugh. This is boring me. You’re boring, you know that?” Asha asks. She hums. “Hal. She’s the granddaughter of the Rosas beekeeper, right? Parents were the royal jesters? She’s funny. Be like her.”

A bell tolls, and Asha lights up. “Time to head to the meeting, Val.”

Her goat bleats and jumps down from her arms. Safi sneezes again, and Asha pulls back her skirt with a snarl. “Watch it, Sneezy! Don’t get your germs on me.”

“S-sorry, Your Highness,” Safi sniffles. “It’s just that animals make me— AH—“

Dahlia and Simon put their fingers under Safi’s nose to stop him from sneezing.

“Here, let me help you with that—“ Bazeema starts, but Asha backs up. “No touchy! Nooooo touchy, got that?”

“Sorry, Your Highness,” Bazeema murmurs.

Asha huffs and glances at Safi. “Stay away from Valentino,” she says curtly, before pushing open the castle doors. “Doc, Bashful, with me! Let’s finish this tour so I can get back to my regular duties.” She smiles at the confused crowd. “Come on!”

Bazeema smiles at Simon and Safi. “We’ll meet you inside, okay?” she asks quietly, then nods to Dahlia to come along.

Asha leaves the crowd with Dahlia and Bazeema to prepare for the meeting. Every month the citizens of Rosa’s could come to her parents about their concerns. It usually wasn’t hosted often, but somehow someone found something wrong.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Asha, darling!”

Asha puts on a smile she sees two people standing inside her room. They’re regal, dressed in whites, blues, and golds, and smiling. King Magnus and Queen Amaya, or, as Asha knew them…

“Magnus, Ams,” Asha smiles.

“Well, how did the tour go?” Magnus asks with a warm grin.

“It went pretty well. You know me,” Asha smirks. “There was a snag, but I dealt with it.”

“Did you get to know your people?” Amaya asks, brushing Asha’s hair behind her ear.

Asha steps back. “Amaya.”

“Now, Asha, what do we always say?”

“‘To be a good ruler, you have to understand your roses so they can come to full bloom,’” Asha recites, rolling her eyes. She smiles. “Ams, I get it. And I love Rosas. But they don’t love me.”

“Were you kind?” Amaya asks.

“Yes!” Asha exclaims. “I complimented their friend and gave them a job to do on the tour! They got to be in the presence of me! The ward of the Wishgranter and his wife! The princess of the kingdom that literally grants wishes!”

“We keep wishes safe,” Magnus corrects. “And we were once like them. And you’re our daughter, Asha. You’re family.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Magnus smiles. “I love you, Asha.”

Asha puts on a smile again. “Love you too, Magnus.”

Magnus grins and turns to his wife. “And I love you, mi vida.”

Amaya laughs as Magnus attacks her face in kisses. Asha groans and hides her smile.

“Okay, we should head out for the meeting,” Magnus mumbles against Amaya’s neck.

“Yes, mi rey.” Amaya smooths down her dress. “Asha, are you joining us, dear?”

“It’s my duty as a princess,” Asha says, standing up straight.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Hello, Sabino!” Magnus greets as the doors open to a man and a young woman. “Ah, Hal! Hello, my dear. How’s the juggling going?”

“It’s going well, Your Majesty,” Hal says brightly. “Practicing my best. My Saba helps me a lot.”

“That’s lovely. Now, tell us. Why did you grace us with your lovely presence this morning?” Amaya asks.

Hal steps back to give her Saba the spotlight. The doors close, Hal’s friends wave at her from the side rows.

(Sabino looks like this concept of his movie counterpart ⬇️)

“Well, Your Majesties,” Sabino says, bowing his head. “As you know, I am turning 100 today.”

“That is quite an accomplishment!” Magnus exclaims.

Sabino smiles. “Yes, it is quite an accomplishment. Although… it may be my last.”

“What do you mean?” Amaya asks.

Sabino goes on to explain how he was sick and old, and the sickness would soon claim his life… or something along those lines. It was hard to listen to every detail and draw.

Asha liked to call herself akin to the royal scribe. Except, through art.

As Asha flips through her book we can see some concept art from previous Disney movies.

She was currently working her way through a flipbook of Sneezy sneezing, jolting Sleepy awake. The boy kept dozing off, though he looked as if he was trying his hardest to stay awake and support Happy.

Hmm. Asha wondered if she should get Sleepy something to keep him awake. Maybe a prick would keep him awake.

That’s it! She would get him a magic spindle! It would gently prick Sleepy whenever he started drifting off! She was such a good princess.

There, Amaya. She understood the roses now.

“A-and, I know it was something to do with my health and life.”

Right. Sabino was still talking. Asha made another note in the corner of her sketchbook.

“So, I was wondering, if your Majesty would be so kind…” Sabino’s voice trailed off.

“Sabino. My good man.” Magnus’ voice was gentle. “I can tell you that you are right. Your wish has to do with your lifespan. But the Wishgranter has reasons for keeping wishes.”

“Yes, but—“

“Your Majesty,” Hal interrupted. “It’s my Saba’s 100th birthday. He’s waited this long to get his wish granted, no?”

“Hal, I understand your Saba’s patience,” Magnus says. “But there are some wishes that can’t be granted.”

“Your Majesty—“

“I’m sorry, Hal. For the safety of Rosas, Sabino’s wish must stay with me. I will keep it safe, however. The Stars will never harm his—“ Suddenly, Magnus doubles over, clutching his head. His eyes flash gold for a second, then they’re back to normal.

“Magnus!”

“Mi rey!”

Asha and Amaya scramble up to Magnus. Magnifico shoos them away. “I’m fine, my dears. Just another headache.”

“Did you do your monthly check on the Stars?” Amaya asks.

Magnus runs a hand through his hair, then sighs. “No. That’s what it is. Tonight I shall perform the check to ensure that Rosas remains safe. Thank you for reminding me.”

The king composes himself and turns back to his audience. “My deepest apologies, Sabino. I can have the royal Healers come over to your home to see if there’s anything else we can do.”

Sabino falters, then nods. “Thank you for your time, Your Majesty.”

Chapter 2

Author’s notes

Okay! I think I like this format. I’m really happy with the dividers.

This is just setting things up. It’s a lot quicker than comic form, and this will work until I find enough time to sit down and draw. Perhaps this summer.

What I wanted to accomplish during this chapter was to set up the storybook intro and distinguish that from “Welcome to Rosas” (bc in the movie, the song is completely useless? Just add one more page in the book?) but this time, the storybook sets it up with a mystery narrator, and “Welcome to Rosas” introduces Mag and Amaya.

I will be referring to him as “Magnus” while he’s himself.

Intro is done! We know about Asha, what Bazeema and Dahlia are like (which the movie didn’t really touch on), and the backstory of Rosas

Now we can get to the actual call to action! I’ve already written most of Chapter 2 (it’s just formatting stuff) so I’ll see you then!

Thanks for reading! <3

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[arminsumi]

hiii! It’s me again! (i’m becoming your fan fr)

so, I wanted to came up with the idea that during the raid on Liberio (s4) armin meets the violetevergarden!reader who is marleyan weapon who got badly injured, and and first sees armin as a treat when he wants to treat her wounds ^^ i would like to see that also with Eren but i think it will be too much work for you…

i will thank you in advance, hope you have nice holiday! take care of yourself ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Marley's Guardian

Armin x fem!Marleyan!reader

Overview; Armin feels compelled to help you after you emerge from a fight with Mikasa and Levi badly wounded.

Contents; canon!au, fluffy angst, fraternizing

Warnings; major S4 spoilers!! injuries, war/battle setting

Note; i rewatched a bit of this show and cried, i forgot how beautiful it is. thank you for your lovely request my angel 🥰 you take care too!

p.s. i'd loveee to write this for Eren too but maybe another time hehe

"Keep your eyes and ears alert for her." Levi's voice echoed in Armin's head.

"Mikasa and I will be responsible for slaying Marley's Guardian. The rest of you stay far away from her. I don't need anyone dying on me tonight."

As much as everyone was bitter to admit it, you were the strongest enemy on the other side of the sea.

In the Scouts you were referred to as Marley's Guardian; known to be the soldier that protected them from taking a finishing blow during the Battle of Shiganshina.

Now the invasion of Liberio was at hand.

You were perched on the rooftops, alert and ready for battle when a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the center stage where Willy Tybur was currently giving his impassioned speech.

You watched as his blood was squeezed out of him by Eren Jaeger. The roar didn't send chills down your spine, nor did its appearance frighten you. For you there was nothing to fear, except...

"Your mission is to keep Levi away from Zeke." your captain had instructed beforehand. "Avoid confrontation with two Ackermans."

Armin sat in a vacated apartment, watching out the window as you leaped from rooftop to rooftop and became smoothly airborne in the night sky.

Mikasa and Levi swarmed you, their hearts panging as loudly as yours.

Although you were Armin's enemy, he looked at you with amazement and awe in his big eyes. He was taken by you.

"So that's her..." he thought, watching your battle intently.

You moved swiftly and calculatedly, like a cat.

Armin's eyes struggled to follow you, they were darting around the night sky. Sometimes he lost you, and only found you again when he saw a flicker of ODM gear.

"Blood...?" he muttered under his breath when he saw you again.

You changed course desperately. It seemed like you were trying to escape the overwhelming fight.

You headed straight into the window of the vacated apartment building where Armin was hiding.

"Where is she going — !! "

He pulled out of sight just in time before you hurtled through the window with a violent smash.

The glass was pierced, shards flew everywhere. The sound of breakage and your body thudding on the wooden floor startled the atmosphere.

Armin flinched and reactively shielded himself with his arms as some glass shards struck his body. His cheek begun to bleed, a thin river of crimson ran down it.

He kept one shaky hand on his sword, ready to draw it. Knuckles white.

But his grip loosened when he saw you struggling to push yourself up with two hands.

It felt like a major moment when you and him looked at each other for the first time. For a second, Armin admired your beauty, albeit with a bit of bewilderment in his chest.

Your chest was violently heaving up and down. He could see you were pained by the impact of hurtling through a window, but injured by the fight with relentless Ackermans who now flew back hurriedly to Eren in the main battle.

You looked at him and he looked at you. Panting. Him less than you.

He lowered his gaze to your abdomen. "You're bleeding." he commented.

You didn't respond.

Armin cautiously approached where you limply laid.

"I just want to help you, I promise." the blond assured.

But as he approached you, you made a swipe at him and shuffled away like a cat. He very nearly got scratched.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he said earnestly.

His uniform was stained with blood, his blond hair bespattered with it too.

Armin drew closer. "You can trust me." he said.

He wondered why your eyes were still fearfully staring at him. Then he realized you were eyeing out his blades and gear.

"Will this help?" he dismantled his ODM gear and let it fall to the ground with a metallic thud. "I'm unarmed now."

The apprehensiveness in your face dulled out, but you still had a look of bewilderment as he came closer.

You felt puzzled.

He was a soldier, an enemy; a threat. So why did he show tenderness and humanity to you?

Slowly – for what felt like an infinity of a time – you let him draw closer to you.

He was cautious. Curious. Confused.

Cautious that you might try with your last bit of strength to kill him, but curious about if you would let your enemy treat your wounds. And confused, because he had no idea why he was betraying Levi's order's to stay away from Marley's Guardian.

"It's alright." he said comfortingly.

You remained still, your piercing eyes calculating his movements as he took off his military rucksack to retrieve medical supplies. It made him nervous to be your object of focus, even if you didn't seem hostile anymore.

When he showed gentleness in how he wrapped the bandages around you, you felt... well, you felt something, but you couldn't quite understand what it was or what it meant.

"Your name... what is it?" you asked him. You felt you just had to know his name, at the very least.

He looked up at you, his breath hitching. "Ah – ah, Armin." he said.

"Oh. The God of Destruction?" you remarked.

Armin felt awkward and awful. "I am the Colossal, yes." he admitted almost guiltily.

"That's very strange. You're the God of Destruction, but you're helping me. Why?" you asked blankly.

You seemed doll-like to him, he was absolutely intrigued.

"I... I don't know. I couldn't just leave you here to bleed out."

"But that's what you're supposed to do."

"I know, but I couldn't." he said, temporarily biting an end of the bandage.

Your blood got all over his hands and uniform but he didn't care.

"I don't understand." you furrowed your brows and began to tear up. It was all so confusing that it made you want to cry for some reason.

"Why are you treating me kindly?" you choked.

Armin forced himself to focus on wrapping your bandages or else he would have cried, too.

He breathed heavily as he listened to the battle outside continue.

"Why!"

He didn't answer you.

When he finished tending to your wounds and was sure that you could make it on your own, he disappeared after giving you a long, blue-eyed stare.

#🐬ocean prince #armin #armin arlert #aot #snk #oneshot #angst #violet evergarden #au #armin x reader #armin x fem!reader #fem reader #armin x f reader #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin armin

[rogerswifesblog]

Getting to know you

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: During one of Starks famous party’s you and Steve…get to know each other better.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol, drinking game [ truth or dare], smut, technically dub-con since both of them are drunk, dirty talk, slight Captain kink, fingering, oral ( F ), unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy ), hangovers

Please let me know if I need to add something.

It’s my first English smut one-shot. I hope you’ll like it, let me know!<3

Please be aware, English is not my first language, I can’t guarantee there are no mistakes.

!18+!

A horrible headache woke you up. Your head felt like it was about to explode. Growling, You buried your face in your pillow.

It smelled so nice...

Somehow better and different than usual?

It smelled like....man?!

Startled, You opened your eyes and looked directly into the sleeping face of none other than Captain America himself.

You drew your breath sharply in.

Then it occurred to you-did the two of you-? You quickly looked under the covers-You were naked. Oh holy....

How did this happen? You were barely talking the last few months and suddenly You wake up in his bed?

Stupid alcohol.

Yesterday there was a party that Stark had organized. Normally You didn't go to these, but yesterday You had decided otherwise.

For years You were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and now also an Avenger. Well, technically only for a month, but still. At this party You wanted to meet the Avengers, get to know them more-but waking up with Captain America was not on your mind, when You said You wanted to get to know them.

Slowly, You turned on your back and tried to recall last night, even though it would probably make your headache worse.

•••

Nervously You entered the room. The party had been going on for at least two hours.

It's a funny habit of you to show up later at parties; many people were already drunk and it wasn't so tense anymore. So it was better to be a bit late.

"Hi, you look great," Natasha said as she came up to you. You had been friends for a really long time-if she hadn't talked you into coming here today, You wouldn't have come. "Thanks, so do you, Natasha." You gave her a friendly smile, even though it was slightly forced and probably looked like you were stressed.

You latched onto her arm and walked with her to the bar. It would be easier after a few shots.

"Tequila?", asked the redhead. "You know damn well that never ends well," You laughed out, after which You nodded anyway. You were right. It had not been a good idea to choose tequila.

Suddenly the loud laughter of Thor interrupted our conversation- Thor was nice and You liked spending time with him. When You looked at him, You realized that he was certainly drunk. The alcohol he always brought with him was really strong. At least that's what Natasha told you. It was apparently something for gods. You never really attended these kind of Stark-Party’s before, so it was the first time you could really see it.

Now You saw it with your own eyes. This alcohol was definitely stronger than anything for a normal human.

"Just look at those idiots. Finally I won't be the only woman on this team," Natasha laughed next to you . Grinning, you shook your head slightly. "This is going to be an interesting evening," You mused as You looked around at the guests-well, your gaze lingered on Steve.

You had to admit that You liked him for some time now. That's also why You kind of avoided him as much as possible. Whenever you got into a conversation, You started stuttering, blushing, and- in short, making a fool out of yourself.

It was just embarrassing.

"Lady Y/N! Come join us!", Thor snapped you out of your thoughts. Quickly you finished your glass, refilled it, and joined the others. Natasha was already sitting there drinking a beer. Since when did she had a beer? You sat down next to Natasha, she winked cheekily at you. Immediately your lips twitched upwards. Tonight would be a great evening. You were sure of it.

An hour later, some people had already left; Bruce wasn't feeling well and decided to go to bed, Clint was so drunk that he had also gone to his room. Maria already went home-as had many others. You didn't feel too sober anymore either. This was certainly noticed by the others; You laughed more, louder, spoke more openly, joked...And you also flirted. You werde definitely drunk. But I felt really good. Kind of made you more confident.

"You know what-now would be a game pretty funny-like truth or dare," Tony spoke to himself. Or us. You couldn’t really tell, since he was looking at the ceiling. "Kind of like how it used to be during the school days...lots of drinking, gambling, beautiful women," he continued to speak with a glance at Natasha and you. Your cheeks turned slightly red, which is why You lowered your head.

You felt someone sit down next to you. Automatically you looked up-just to meet Steve’s beautiful blue eyes. “Hello Captain”, you said with a slight smirk. The soldier smiled and leaned a bit closer to you. You could feel your heart beat faster. “Don’t listen to Tony. He’s completely drunk…even though he’s definitely right. Beautiful women. You look great, Y/N”, said the solider with a bright smile. This compliment made your cheeks redden.

At some point, you all did start playing the stupid kids game. But you did it a little differently-with an app, since neither of you would be creative enough to come up with good tasks. So we ended up with Tony having to pour a drink into his pants, Thor having to tell us when he last had sex, Natasha having to drink two shots, and so on.

"Y/N, this next one is to you-truth or dare?" read Tony, barely comprehensible. "Dare." Your drunken self certainly wasn't scared and shy anymore.

"Well, sit down onto the lap of the person on your left." You looked at Steve, puzzled, since he was on your left. For a moment he just closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he wouldn’t live this one down-Tony would probably make fun of him for weeks. “Yes, it’s fine. Come here”, said Steve with a friendly smile.

Slowly You sat down on his lap. Briefly, you slid around a bit to find a comfortable position-just then he grabbed your hips and squeezed them slightly. You could feel how you clenched around nothing. "You better stop that, sweetheart. I'm very….sensitive..." grumbled Steve in your ear, which made you hold your breath for a second. No one but you could hear this. And it made your heart jump.

With red cheeks, You looked at him for a moment. Without saying anything, You nodded quickly and remained sitting quietly and without moving much more.

"Ah how wonderful, Capsicle. This is probably the only time you'll ever get this close to such a beautiful woman," Tony slurred, causing Steve to sigh in annoyance. That’s exactly what he imagined would happen.

You in return merely chuckled and leaned into his chest a bit. Steve kept his hands on my hips. He gently stroked them with his fingertips. Sometimes you could swear he also squeezed them.

Pretty soon after that Thor fell asleep on the sofa-Natasha was gone after she said she was going to get a drink and never coming back-probably she also went to sleep-Tony was taken away by Pepper and so everyone slowly walked to their rooms.

It was just Steve and you left.

Your head was in the crook of his neck while his hand had slipped from my hip to my thigh. He stroked it gently. You felt bad for having so many different and definitely not innocent thoughts about how this situation could turn out. One thing was clear-it was driving you crazy. You felt everything inside you tingling-but especially between your legs.

"We should get going...", You heard Steve's husky voice against your ear. Immediately you got goosebumps. It felt nice to have him so close to you.

"Mhmm....It's so comfortable though...", You whispered chuckling quietly, lifting your head a little so You could look at him.

Steve's look was different. Darker.

The two of you stayed that close for some time. Eyes closed, just cuddling. "Or we could have another drink....," Steve murmured, which made you grin. You nodded immediately and turned slightly in his lap so you could grab your glass from the table.

As You slid back Steve made a noise that resembled a moan. "Oh sorry if I hurt you," You apologized and looked up at him. He didn't look like he was hurting though. Rather the opposite. Like he…enjoyed whatever just happened.

"It's okay, it's okay." He quickly grabbed the drink and took several big gulps of it. The smell of it was so strong that just the thought of drinking it disgusted me, but I knew that only this alcohols had an effect on him.

You also drank a few big gulps of your drink. You hesitated briefly before You changed your position, so you could wrap your legs around him-torso to torso. His one hand slid from your hip to your waist-the other remained on your thigh. His thumb kept stroking your bare skin. Again and again over the inner side of your thigh. This touching was driving you crazy. You could feel how you clenched around nothing. You slowly slid a little closer to him. Apparently he was feeling the same thing, because there was a hard bulge in his pants.

"Steve...", You breathed out. "Hmmm," Steve pulled you a little closer. Teasingly You bit your lower lip and stroked with your hand along his chest. "Ah fuck it." With those words, You grabbed his shirt and pulled him against you. Without a second thought you presst your lips to his. Yet you pulled away quickly. It made Steve whine quietly.

"Sorry I-" Immediately You were interrupted by Steve lips on yours-he kissed you. Steve Rogers was kissing you…and he was a Great kisser. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, what caused me to moan faintly.

Within a few minutes the kisses became more demanding and passionate. It started to because more teeth and tongue. Your whole body felt on fire. A soft gasp escaped your lips, when Steve's hand slowly stroked under your dress and stopped at your underwear. Teasingly he stroked over your slip. Your slip was wet, which made Steve grin. His thumb slid over your sensitive bud. A surprised gasp escaped your lips, when you felt him massaging your clit-before it disappeared. But just for a moment. In the next second you could feel his hand sliding under your slip. Again he started to rub your sensitive parts. You gasped-which sounded more like moan, losing yourself in his touch.

Slowly, Steve bent over you so that you were lying on the couch; him above you, between your legs. This position caused your dress to slide up higher, which made Steve look at your underwear. Thank god you actually thought about putting on something sexy-even if it wasn’t your plan to get laid tonight. You were not complaining. His hand slid out from your slip, just so he could grab your ass. Captain America must have had a weakness for-

A low moan interrupted your thoughts when Steve pressed his hips against your. Grinding against you. Fuck, I really needed him. Inside me.

"S-Steve...", You whimpered softly against his lips. Immediately, he pulled away and looked at you. He was totally out of breath. You let your gaze linger on his face.

He looked so beautiful.

Disheveled hair, reddened and somewhat swollen lips from kissing, pupils wide. His shirt was by now partially unbuttoned and pulled out of his pants. Your lipstick on his lips and neck smeared.

"If you want us to stop, I can stop, we don’t have to-," You quickly interrupted him by pressing your lips to his. The kiss did not last too long, because You quickly started kissing his neck afterwards.

Again You felt him roll his hips slightly against you, making both of you gasp.

You ran one hand over his crotch and rubbed his dick over his pants, causing him to moan softly. Teasingly you let your hand slid over his waistband and again to his dick-still over his pants. God you really wanted to have this dick in you. He felt big. Like really big.

"Steve...we can't do it here," You breathed as his hand slowly slid to again your crotch-exactly where you wanted it. Yet, you stopped his hand, staying in the living room was too risky; someone might catch you-plus Thor was asleep on one of the couches. So you definitely didn't want to continue here with him in the same room.

Slowly, Steve nodded. "Yeah...yeah, you're right," he mumbled, putting his arms around you, so he could carry you. He stood up-automatically You wrapped my legs around him, pressing yourself tightly against him. Again your lips met in a passionate and demanding kiss.

On the way to the elevator you bumped into a few things; the dresser, on which a vase stood-well, not anymore-, the armchair. Steve stumbled over the carpet, which made you giggle softly. He couldn't hold back his grin either, but you made it into the elevator unharmed. Somehow.

Immediately he pushed you against the wall. His body trapped yous between him and the wall. You felt so small in contrast to him. He was so…big. So much bigger than you. His biceps was probably the size of your head.

He frantically pressed the button of the floor on which his room was, which made you grin again. "That impatient, Captain?", You breathed cheekily in his ear. Gently, You nibbled at his earlobe, which made him growl with pleasure. A moan escaped his lips.

You could listen to that sound every day.

His hand finally slid to the place where You wanted him the most. When he stroked over your panties along You could not hold back the quiet whimper anymore. You couldn’t any longer. Steve teased your sensitive bud with a few strokes, before he took his hand away-again. "Already so wet...all for me. And your tellin’ me I'm the impatient one," the Captain teased you. Your cheeks turned red. He was right, You were impatient. You couldnt wait to feel him stretch you out. Feel his dick fill your tight pussy.

"That's what I like about you..." he suddenly whispered, gently stroking your cheekbone with his nose. On this he gave you a gentle kiss.

Before You could answer, the elevator door opened. Again Steve grabbed you a little tighter in his arms and walked towards his room. He pressed his lips to your neck, kissing it. Automatically your body pressed against his lips while your hands tampered with his shirt.

As soon as you entered his room, he laid you down on the bed. On the way to the bed he had already lost his shoes somewhere in the room. Your heels had also fallen off at some point. Steve slowly pulled up your dress, your hands roamed over his massive arm. Wow, you were right, his biceps were huge. For a moment you thought about it if you could ask him to choke you with these. His shirt quickly found its place on the floor. It was the first time You saw him without a shirt-damn, and he looked really good. Better than that. He resembled a Greek god more than a normal human being.

You moaned softly as he kissed a sensitive spot on your neck and sucked on it very gently. These open, passionate kisses drove you crazy. You wondered what else he could do with his mouth....

While Steve took off your dress, You sat up a little to make it easier for him.

Your hands were working on his belt in the meantime - You opened it very quickly. Also the button and zipper of his pants. Steve was hard. You could already see the huge bulge.

When You laid down again, Steve pushed your legs a little further apart so he could lie between them. Oh thank god, it’s happening. His kisses traveled from your neck to your cleavage and over my breasts, which were clad only in thin fabric. With his thumb he teased one of your hard nipples. "I'll buy you a new one, I promise," Steve spoke quickly against your skin. Confused, You were about to ask him what he meant when he suddenly gripped the bra tightly in one hand and ripped it off your body. Startled, You drew in your breath sharply, a moan escaping your lips at the same time. You immediately felt your heartbeat quicken and felt a throbbing between your legs- did this really turned you on so much?

You felt Steve grin against your chest. He didn't say anything, but You knew for sure that he had noticed how this affected you.

As he kissed your body, You buried one of your hands in his hair, which was already completely disheveled either way.

When his lips reached your abdomen, he looked up at you briefly. In his gaze You recognized the same thing You had just seen. You nodded slightly and in the very next moment he grabbed the hem of your panties and ripped them off your hips. Fuck. Once again you felt your pussy clench.

The cool air hit your throbbing pussy and made you gasp in surprise. With that you heard a rough laugh from Steve. "Steve please...", You whispered. "What exactly?" he breathed back teasingly. "Please touch me. I can't take it anymore," You whimpered, to which he immediately responded. He buried his head between your legs and put his lips around your sensitive clit. You sighed in pleasure while he let his tongue glide over your pussy.

His tongue slid between your folds and back to your clit. He let a moan out while he buried his tongue once again between your folds and licked into you. The taste of you made him want more. He could stay here forever. Between your legs just eating you out. “Fuck Steve-“, You moaned when you felt him suck at your bud.

You couldn’t think about anything else anymore. It was just him. And what he was doing. You wanted more from him. You wanted him to fill you. "Please...Captain...", You moaned as he let one of his fingers slid into you. "Patience, love..."

Without looking at him You felt his grin against your skin.

This was how he continued to tease you. With the stimulation on your sensitive bud and the way he kept hitting that special spot with his finger that You could never find, You felt getting closer to your orgasm. Your body began to tremble-but just then he stopped his movements. "Don't stop," You immediately whined. "Please don't stop, Captain..." how could he do that?! You had been so, so close.

"Shsh not yet, in a minute," he breathed against your pussy, making you wince slightly. Slowly-really slowly-he added a second finger, making you moan with pleasure. "You're so tight...I want to feel you so bad" "I'm not stopping you from that," You quipped, for which You received a light slap on my thigh. Surprised , You gripped his hair tighter and gasped. It actually was nice. The slight sting on your skin made everything more pleasurable.

When he started licking and suckling on your clit and sped up his hand movement, a breathless moan escaped your lips. "Oh God please, Steve...Ca-captain-don't stop," You tried to say at least one sensible sentence as You felt your orgasm washing over you. It happened so quickly You didn’t had time to tell Him you were close. Steve gasped softly as your walls tightened pulsatingly around his fingers. He moved his fingers and sucked on your clit, not stopping your first orgasm, making you tremble even more. This made your orgasm even better. Even though you couldn’t really keep still. It was just…so much.

Then he came up to you again. A hungry look in his eyes.

Immediately You pulled him into an open mouth kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips. It made you moan in the kiss. "Steve," his name escaped you softly as he took his fingers out of you. "Open Your pretty mouth", he just murmured as he held his fingers to your lips. Without hesitation, You opened your mouth for him and he slipped his massive fingers between your lips.

You moaned while you started to suck at his fingers, like you would do to his cock. This made Steve bit his lower lip. “Fuck sweetheart. You have no idea how much I want to feel that mouth on my cock. Such a pretty thing”, he whispered. You didn’t expected him to have such a filthy mouth. It was really surprising-and Steve seemed to notice this, because he started to grin slightly. “There's a lot about me you don't know…not yet" he breathed against your ear, which made your heartbeat quicken.

Steve widened your legs even more by laying down between them. He kept his fingers in your mouth, which at least muffled your moans as he let his top slid between my folds. You were sure it wouldn’t fit-he looked massive compared to your tight hole-and Yet he slowly started to push in. Inch by inch. He stretched you so much, it burned slightly. But it was a good burn. He was the biggest You ever had. He also probably ruined all other men for you.

Damn, he was really big... You closed your eyes in pleasure, when felt him slide over your spot. Just then steve took his hand from your mouth and gripped your jaw, causing You to open your eyes again. "That's a good girl...I want you to look at me when I fuck you," he growled against your lips. "Yes, Captain," You whispered. When he started to move, You gasped. He hit every spot in you, that you could think of. It was hard to keep your eyes open, but You tried.

But as his thrusts got harder it happened again. You closed your eyes-for which he slapped your thigh. A loud moan escaped your lips. You’ve never felt so good. Steve knew how to make you crazy. His cock was hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You couldn’t keep your eyes open.

This happened a few times and as You kept closing your eyes, he slapped your thighs. Every time his flat hand landet on your skin, he could feel you tighten around him. It made him do it harder. He knew you were close. Very close. He could feel you squeeze him. It made him pound in your harder. Hard enough that the headboard started to hit the wall.

"Ste-Cap-Captain-I," before You could finish speaking your next orgasm overtook you-more intense than the first one. Your whole body shook violently while you cried out in pleasure. You could feel your juices gush out around Steve cock. The sound your body’s made were straight out of a porno. Steve moaned into the crook of your neck as he felt you squeezing him so much, he nearly couldn’t move. "You feel so good...shit. So tight. You were made for me, baby”, he mumbled while his thrusts became even harder. You would definitely feel him for days.

Once again Steve started to rub on your clit. It was painful and pleasurable-you didn’t know which one more. Even though you didn’t know it was possible, you could tell you’d come again. But you wanted Steve to come too. In you. You wanted feeling him fill you with his warm cum.

"Cum for me, Captain. Please-fill me," You moaned into his ear, which made him burry his head in the crook of your neck. His hand motion sped up. As soon as your climax hit you, you screamed out in pleasure. Everything in you tensed up. All your muscles. Never in your whole life have you had an orgasm like that. Moaning you bit lightly steves shoulder. Steve felt his balls tighten. He was close. Within a few more thrust his orgasm overcome him. He buried himself as deep in you as possible. You could feel him filling you with his seed, painting your walls with his warm cum. It made you moan once again. Your walls continued to squeeze around him, milking him.

Slowly and also very gently he let himself fall on top of you. His head was in the crook of your neck as he gently wrapped his arms around you. "Please stay like this...", You whispered barely audibly as You wrapped your arms and legst around him in. “Yeah, okay”, he whispered against your skin. You were both exhausted.

Silence. A comfortable silence. Just your heavy breathing.

Your legs were still trembling, so Steve gently started stroking them. He reached for tissues that were on his nightstand. That movement alone made you whimper. Everything in you was overstimulated.

Carefully he pulled out, wiping the seed away, that came out after he moved. "It’s so much" You mumbled as You felt it once again float out, which made him laugh barely audibly, as he wiped his seed of from my skin. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he looked...embarrassed. There was the golden boy again.

Steve laid down next to You and covered you both with a blanked. Immediately, You began to smile ever so slightly. You were tired. Exhausted even. You had a hard time keeping your eyes open. "Good night, love," Steve whispered as he put his arms around You and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "Night," You grumbled before falling asleep.

•••

Steve's growl snapped you out of your thoughts. Immediately You looked at him-he was awake. He ran his hand over his temple as he slowly rolled over onto his back. He still had his eyes closed, so he didn't notice you. You weren’t sure if he remembered yesterday. Immediately You started to feel bad. What if he regretted it?

When You turned on your side, his head immediately snapped to you. Surprised and also very sleepy. How cute he looked like that. Immediately his cheeks turned a little red as he smiled shyly. "Hey...", he whispered. "Good morning, Steve," You breathed softly as heat shot up to your cheeks as well. "Slept well?" At your question, he nodded slowly and turned to the side to face you. Carefully, he placed his hand over mine. He squeezed a little. You could tell her was nervous. “Do you…remember?”, he asked. You nodded, without saying anything. “Okay, good…I do too…do you…do you regret the night?”, this time you shook your head. Steve smiled immediately-this made you smile too.

"This is weird now but...would you like to have dinner with me sometime? Just the two of us...I should have asked you that before-before" He gestured with his hand between the two of you. "-but I hope you’d still go out with me? Like…a date?", Steve spoke a bit flustered.

“Yes, Steve, I’d love to.”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed reading! Please let me know:)

You can tell me if something is wrong or what i should change<3 I’d be glad actually.

It’s the first time i wrote something in English so I’m pretty sure it’s not the best. I would love to improve my writing 🥰

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[gotham-ruaidh]

thermodynamics - a 7x03 story

Ian had been gone from camp for some time – his departure had been rather sudden, following a brief but promising glimpse of pheasants in the treetops – but not too long to start worrying.

Had they pushed harder this morning, they would have made it out of the forest by nightfall. But tonight would be another night sleeping rough beneath the trees.

Claire didn’t mind.

That afternoon, as she unpacked the saddlebags and gathered wood for the campfire – Jamie within earshot, speaking in Gaelic to the horses as they drank from a nearby spring – she realized why.

For months – since the fire, the loss of her children and grandchildren, even the whole terrible night with the Browns and the even more terrible aftermath – a small, pinching weight had settled between her shoulderblades. A low, dull ache that no herb or gentle massage could cure.

Psychosomatic, to be sure – but that didn’t make the weight of it any less crushing.

But today, as she bent to gently set down an armful of branches for their fire and stood up, reaching to soothe the ache that she knew would be there…it wasn’t.

She puzzled it out as she continued about her chores. Finding the skillet and spices and knife for cooking; digging out hers and Jamie’s bedroll and setting it half behind a bush; worrying the pouch full of gold bullets sewn within her pocket.

It was the first time in years – since they’d come to the Ridge, really – that she hadn’t had some kind of schedule. Free to take an extra day to get to Wilmington. Free to wander, to explore glades and caves and stop to admire especially large trees.

Free to spend more time with Jamie. Not just in the evenings over dinner or before bed, but to share all moments of the day. Sharing space, and food, and sights, and smiles.

A warm hand settled on her shoulder – and she startled.

“Hush, a nighean,” Jamie soothed. “I’m sorry, I thought ye had heard me.”

Swallowing, she turned to face him. Touched his stubbly cheek with the back of a hand. Worrying the new fine lines at the creases of his eyes.

“It’s all right.” Her voice just above a whisper. “I missed you.”

A fleeting half smile, his hands enveloping her free hand, squeezing. “I told ye I wouldnae go far. I didn’t.”

He knew what she would do even before she did – and he was ready, lips soft and strong as she kissed him.

“I miss you.”

He drew her closer, arms locked around her waist. “We’ve time, before Ian returns…”

Her lips just lightly touched his, beath warm against his mouth. “You must feel it. The need. How strong it is.”

He swallowed, nodding. Touched a small spot in the middle of his chest. “Right here.” His hand settled on her stomach, above her navel. “And here.”

She nodded. “It’s always there, but…more now. Like when we were on the road.”

His hand glided up, tracing the buttons of her shirt, settling on the cool skin of her neck. Eyes locked on hers. Watching her lips part in a small gasp.

He smiled. “Gathering your wee herbs. We fooled nobody – no’ Dougal, or Ned, or Murtagh, or Rupert. Willie, maybe. But I didna care. I had to have you.” Leaned in for a quick kiss. “I wanted your body, but I craved your heart. I have it now, aye?”

Another quick kiss. “I didn’t think I could ever feel this again. Is it because we have lost everything else?”

Frowning, he pulled back a bit. “What are you saying? We haven’t, Claire.”

“We have.” Her hands skimmed his shoulders – worried a new tear in the back of his shirt that she’d need to mend later – eyes fixed on a tree behind him. “We’ve lost our home, our family, our responsibilities. Our routine. No more farming or whisky making for you. No more patients for me. No more waiting for Missus Bug’s dinner, or sitting with you in your study as you talk to the tenants. No more…” She cleared her throat. “No more reading with Bree and Jem by the fire.”

High above, a hawk cried out.

“Don’t hide from me. Look at me, please.”

She didn’t want to – but she did. Found his eyes shining with the same tears.

“Do you no’ remember what I said to you once? That nothing is lost, only changed, Claire.”

She did remember – a night in these same woods, not too long after enduring yet another loss.

“We haven’t lost our memories. Our family isnae wi’ us right now, but they’re alive and safe. Our tenants can bide wi’out us for a while, but we’re coming back. When we’re in Wilmington, and in Scotland, you’ll have patients again and I’ll find my way again. Changes, aye, but not losses.”

He brought his forehead against hers. “I haven’t lost you, Claire. You haven’t lost me.”

She closed her eyes, nodding.

“I can’t even bear to think about what’s to come. If I was to lose you on the crossing.”

“Dinna think of it.” He kissed her cheek.

She shifted slightly and found his mouth in another kiss.

Another kiss.

“We’ve time afore Ian returns wi’ supper, a nighean. That is, if you’re not too decrepit to lie wi’ me in the leaves.”

She smiled against his lips. “I’ll grab a blanket.”

When Ian returned with a pheasant, sometime later as dusk settled in the forest, he frowned that the fire had not yet been started. But he lit it, set to work plucking the bird, sorted the spices and knives. Knowing his auntie and uncle would be quite hungry.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #outlander 07x03

[eggtartz]

✧ 10th October ✧

Porco Galliard // An Attempt From Temptation (f! marleyan doctor reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : masturbating, oral receiving, sloppy seconds

it was already startling to see pieck on the floor while being fours first thing in the morning but the sight of you being on fours during the warrior's health check while examining pieck was definitely going to be the end of porco. he stifled a cough as you were on the floor beside pieck "so you definitely don't feel any discomfort pieck-san?" was one of the questions that he was able to heard before his gaze lingered on your body. the long red skirt of your uniform hasn't done you justice because porco knows you have a luscious body but it was always covered with baggy uniforms, even baggier casual attires. his boner was getting horrible as he kept shifting every twenty seconds and finally had enough, intending to jack off and calm down in the bathroom until he heard your voice. "galliard-san? It's your turn now" you smiled to the jaw titan user as he walked towards you, placing his coat over his crotch to hide his rising turn on. he sat down and his body was visibly stiff as you placed the stetoscope under his shirt, his body heating up. "hm? are you having a fever galliard-san?" you stared at him with concern that porco coughed "yeah, just a bit tired that's all" he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible "I see. please don't strain yourself, I don't want commander magath to come and complain to me now" you winked playfully as porco straighten his body.

shit, youre so pretty he almost came in his pants.

"does any problems concern you these days? besides the fever?" you asked again as he quickly shook his head "no" you nodded and wrote on a paper. "alright, youre done then. yeager-san? your turn" you smiled while porco dashed to the exit door, panting and he looked down to see a wet patch on his trousers. he groaned and rushed to the bathroom, unzipping his pants and his hard cock sprung out. he wrapped his hand around it and closed his eyes, masturbating to the memory of the position you are in prior. he grunted, movements getting faster as he imagine how you would look from the back, how pretty would you look with your back arched and his fingers in your mouth. porco ejaculated into the toilet bowl, spraying it as he tapped the tip for any leftovers before cleaning his pick with a tissue.

hell, he's feeling real guilty right now. you're a doctor doing your job and making sure to understand the titan's power and here he is, being turned on by it. he threw the tissue into the bin and wore his coat, exiting the toilet and straightening himself

"galliard-san? thank goodness, i found you!" shit, he can feel himself getting hard again "I was wondering if you could follow me for the psychical titan's test?" porco took a deep breath "i thought the test was tomorrow?" you smiled "it was supposed to be tomorrow but tomorrow willy tybur is giving his speech and i'm concerned we won't have much time until then. the sooner the better, porco" the way his name rolled on your tongue made his blood rushed to his again at how sexy it sounded. thank god, the coat is long and stopped just on his upper knee so you had no idea how hard his erection is. he agreed and followed you to the marleyan military compound where you stretched your head "alright galliard-san, i think you better your shirt off so it won't disintegrate while you transform" you said casually while porco tried not to choke "really?" he asked, trying to keep his voice cold but you smiled "why? i won't look, porco. i promise"

porco was flabbergasted at least and he imagined again how'd you look like, under him.. and he's behind you. he's imagining it so much that he doesn't care anymore. an attempt is made as he pulled your arm and kissed you with intensity that made your eyes widened. he was quick with his tongue and swiped it on your lower lip as his hands gripped your waist, trying to control himself as best as he could. you find yourself melting in the kiss as a string of saliva was connected on your lips when the kiss was separated that left you speechless and panting.

"sorry, sorry. you're just.. really pretty to me" porco explained "i shouldn't have-" before he could continue, you kissed him again and wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him. the compound didn't had any other company besides you two so it was perfect.

sounds of skin slapping could be heard but both of you are too far in pleasure now. porco enjoying your scent and your taste as he ate you out while you're in your knees, desperately keeping yourself up as you panted "porco.. no.. I wanna cum, please" you said with tears in your eyes as he cruelly rubbed your slick vagina but not touching your clit at all, leaving you a whimpering and overstimulated mess. he teased you for hours now as your thick thighs were wet from his spit and your own essence that he can't help but slap it, making you yelp.

"there, there.. wanna cum so bad?" he asked, taunting even as he fingered two in your pussy while placing his chest in your back "yes, please.. please, just.. a-ah! n-no, put it back in.." you mewled as he pulled his fingers out and licked them. he tapped his tip on your damp pussy "here I come" he snickered as he made an easy entrance, grabbing to your ass while doing so.

you moaned as he picked up the pace subtlety "oh.. mmf!" you whined as his nails dug into your ass and he watched your back arch for him, the sight turning him on too quickly. he felt himself cumming inside but didn't pulled out, instead grounding himself with you and made slow and deep thrust. "so pretty.. so cute for me.. what do you say, y/n? be my girlfriend?" he asked by your ear as he kept his chest to your back as you babbled "mmh.. girlfriend.. y-yes.." you said as your head got dizzy. porco smiled and licked your skin before straightening himself again. he placed his hands on your tits and sat you up as he found a particular angle that made your eyes wide. "oh, found the jackpot" he smirked and made fast thrusts, the squelching sinful sounds audible as he can feel his climax coming.

you hold yourself steady and closed your eyes shut as you felt his semen spurting inside for the second time, once he pulled out from your pussy the white and thick cum oozed out as you smiled at the sight of it. porco smiled in satisfaction as he watched you lied on your chest.

#attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #porco galliard #aot porco #porco smut #porco x reader #porco snk #kinktober entry ♡˖

[invisiblefoxfire]

Wait. Stop. Listen. I need to talk about Willy’s Wonderland.

Most of you haven’t seen this film. If you’ve heard of it at all, you probably caught wind of “Nicolas Cage Plays Five Nights At Freddy’s” as the basic premise. And that is correct. But.

BUT. What you might NOT have heard.

Is that Nic Cage’s character in this film is 100% autistic coded, to a degree that it cannot possibly be an accident, and every single one of his autistic traits is portrayed as badass. I swear whoever came up with this character must have made it to show to someone autistic in their life to prove that the traits they get made fun of are actually very good and cool.

The film is a goofy horror thing and there is blood and gore and violence, and that is for sure not for everyone. Unfortunately there are also a few scenes with flashing lights (especially near the end), and some of the fighting scenes get pretty screen-shaky, which is a real shame. I recommend checking doesthedogdie.com for details if you have things you need to avoid. But if you are cool with those things (or have someone to watch with who can tell you when to turn away and look back) you MUST see this film.

Not sold yet? Minor spoilers lie ahead, but Nic Cage’s (unnamed) character:

Is 100% non-verbal. He communicates solely through slow nods/head-shakes and slow, deliberate actions. This is played as him being a quiet badass. It is also hilarious because when he doesn’t speak and just dead-eyed stares at all the other characters who talk to him, they get uncomfortable and just keep talking and spilling all the film’s backstory in big infodumps which actually make sense under the circumstances, instead of feeling shoehorned in.

Has apparent sensory issues. Wears sunglasses outdoors at all times even though it’s cloudy or dark out the whole time. At one point he seems to get sensory overload, which only slows him down briefly before he returns to being a badass again, except now a very pissed off one.

On the other hand, appears to be hyposensitive to some things. He has no apparent startle reflex despite many things that would jump-scare a normal person out of their skin. Also does not react much to pain.

Seems very concerned about keeping clean. Washes his hands before each break and changes his shirt whenever it gets dirty (like when it gets drenched in blood and animatronic fluids for example). Sands down his fingernails to keep grit out of them. He is meticulous about the cleaning job he’s been given, down to every spot of graffiti and drop of blood and the tiniest bit of grit.

Has a flat affect and blank facial expression pretty much at all times. Again, this is played as him being a stone cold badass (which he is).

Follows instructions very precisely, almost obsessively. No matter what tries to get in his way. He has a Job To Do at this place and he Does It and if that involves fighting off a horde of murderous animatronics then I guess he has to do that too.

Follows a very precise schedule. One of his instructions is to take breaks, so he sets an alarm that goes off at regular intervals and stops working to play pinball for a few minutes before returning to work. Even if that means walking away from a big fight to do so.

Seems to have a special interest in pinball which involves a number of stims. When he finds the pinball machine he looks like he has fallen in love.

Has one single brand of beverage that he drinks. He has a can of this beverage, same brand, same flavor, at every single break. His car has a case of it in the trunk. The beverage is called “Punch” and there is a picture of a fist on the can, and he crushes each can before throwing it away, so it is, again, badass as hell.

On top of all of this, the neurotypical characters in the film are portrayed as being overly chatty idiots. They never stop talking. They constantly make bad decisions based on emotions (and their sex drives) instead of logic and reason. They know about the danger they’re in yet they make every cliche horror film mistake. They’re all so obsessed with “saving” this guy that they don’t seem to notice that he doesn’t need any help.

In conclusion, Nic Cage’s character in Willy’s Wonderland is the autistic hero we’ve always needed and I need everyone to go watch it and tell their friends to watch it and spread the word.

Take any one of his traits and tweak it slightly and you have something that autistic people have been made fun of for all their lives. Needing to eat/drink the same things all the time. Needing a precise schedule. Following instructions to the letter. Beating possessed animatronics to death with our fists. Not speaking, or speaking very little or very strangely. Wanting things to be clean and feeling uncomfortable when they’re dirty. Obviously not every autistic person has all of these traits, but they are all common, and they are all used as examples of why we are broken, or inferior, or tragic.

Well fuck that noise. Next time someone shames you for that shit, put on Willy’s Wonderland and ask them if they’d say the same thing to our good buddy Mr. Cage.

#willy's wonderland #actually autistic #autism #neurodivergence #nonverbal #representation #nic cage

[qe-podfic]

When The Fake Dating Gets a Little Too Real:

Excerpt from chapter nine:

“Are you drunk?!”

“Marry me.”

“Fuck, I don’t have any ringsss on me,” Crowley patted down his dress, desperate, and searching. Pulling a hair tie from his wrist, he tried to get on one knee. When the nature of his skirt made this impossible, not without flashing everyone, or ripping the blasted thing in half, (ergo: flashing everyone) he settled for kneeling on both.

“Aziraphale,” and, devastatingly, he sounded more sober than he had that morning, when not a drop of alcohol had been in his blood. “I don’t have a ssspeech, and—ssshit—you probably dessserve one. But you’re gonna sssay no anyway, ssso I might asss well…” He trailed off, embarrassed but determined to see this through. It was a mockery of a proposal; Crowley on both knees; at eye level with Aziraphale, who was slumped against the kitchen counter. A hair tie presented outwards, Crowley’s head was bowed, as serious as one might’ve been with an actual ring. Dressed as a satanic nun and reeking of booze, it was a juxtaposition of form and function.

“Angel, I,” there were no more words, only three that mattered. Four at a stretch.

“Will you—” And yet… Everything about him screamed, ‘Love me. Please? Love me, please! Love me! Pleeeaaaase?’

“I do,” Aziraphale was answering before he heard the question.

“Bit early for that,” Gabriel teased, grabbing a beer out of the fridge before hastily retreating from the kitchen, disappearing just as quickly as he had appeared. Aziraphale and Crowley both startled, reminded, for the second time that week, that there was a reality outside their odd rituals of affection. Face flushed and heart beating wildly, Aziraphale had no idea what the next step in their dance was. Looking mildly befuddled, Crowley seemed to have the same problem.

“Wait—” he said, brows furrowed over wide eyes, “—you… do?”

Ah. This was one of Crowley’s plans, wasn’t it? A way to break them up like Aziraphale had requested. Like Crowley had wanted. He’d even said it outright, hadn’t he? ‘You’re gonna say no, anyway.’ It was a hint. And, despite the initial request being his own, Aziraphale had quite thoroughly put his foot in it. Emotionally, “it” felt about as nice to step in as a glass shard pie.

“Yes, I mean,” he clarified because Aziraphale had less self-preservation than a man putting his willy into a piranha tank full of acid. At least the piranhas would die from the acid burns before they had a chance to do anything. Unfortunately, so would his dick.

“I accept. Your proposal, that is.”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ao3 #archive of our own #ineffable spouses #azicrow #good omens brainrot #good omens memes #good omens shitpost #quantum entangled #ineffable husbands fic recs #ineffable husbands fic rec #ineffable idiots #ineffable partners

[invisibleraven]

cuddles after being touch-starved for Willie / & anyone.

Alex hated his new school-the locker rooms smelled, the food was awful, and all the teachers seemed to hate him. Why oh why did his dad have to land a new job right as he entered middle school?

He missed Astoria, where there were actual trees and forests for him to escape into, LA had nothing but palm trees, and the closest forest was hours away. He missed everyone on the main drag knowing him, never needing to tell the barista his coffee order, goofing off with his friends by the water.

His mom assured him he'd find friends here soon enough, but Alex had his doubts. But Karen Mercer was determined, and thrust him into their new church's youth group, many of the members going to his new school.

It was one such member, Clarisse that took him under her wing at school, telling him what days to avoid the cafeteria food (every day but Tuesdays and Fridays), what caddy was the best for studying, and which one indicated you wanted to get a study room for makeouts, and what kids to avoid.

"Don't touch Willie," she said, pointing out a boy with long dark hair sitting in the cafeteria all by himself, even though many of the tables around him were overfull. "Unless you want to catch The Gay."

Alex knew all about The Gay, as it was, having listened to his parents and their pastors rally against the scourge that was homosexuality. It was part of the reason he hadn't come out yet himself, because part of him hoped that when it came to him, his parents would be accepting, but he had his doubts, so he kept himself secret.

Willie seemed nice though, always smiling, almost too big despite the hatred hurled his way. He was always drawing in a big artist's pad, and his stuff was good. Plus he had a dry wit with some of the teachers that matched Alex's own sarcastic nature. So Alex decided to say screw Clarisse and her judgement, and the next day marched right over to WIllie's table.

"Can I sit here?" he asked.

WIllie looked up, almost startled, like he wasn't used to anyone speaking to him. But then he relaxed, his smile gentling, seeming more genuine. "Sure man, free country."

Alex nodded in thanks, and took a bite of his sandwich, watching as Willie poked at the tuna casserole in front of him as he idly drew what looked to be a sick skull with butterfly wings. "I don't know how you can eat that slop," Alex commented.

Willie shrugged. "I don't have much choice. Foster parents get school meals comped, so that's what I get."

"You want half my sandwich?" Alex offered, holding it out. "Or some of my snacks?"

Willie eyes the treasure trove of food that Alex had, eyes lighting up as he spied a coveted yellow bag. "I'll take your Gushers if you're willing to part with them."

Alex offered the candy-they were his favourite, but he didn't want Willie to suffer through the grey goop on his plate. Their fingers brushed as Willie took the snack, and he shuddered as they did before pulling his hand back. "Thanks." He was quiet for a bit, then finally spoke, though it was barely above a whisper. "I'm not contagious you know, you can' catch being gay, but I'll get it if you don't wanna be around me-I know what they all say."

"I already caught it long ago," Alex replied. "So I'm not worried."

Willie beamed, then popped a Gusher into his mouth, moaning quietly as the sugary sweetness filled his mouth. "Oh I missed these. My last home had all the good snacks, but I aged out of there, and this new one is only in it for the moolah."

"That sucks," Alex replied as he pulled out a bag of Goldfish, extending it to Willie to share them before taking a handful himself. "My folks pack tons, so I'll put in extras for tomorrow."

"You're gonna sit with me tomorrow?" Willie asked.

"Well yeah, us diseased gotta stick together," Alex said.

Every day Alex ate lunch with Willie, ignoring the glares and sneers from the other students. Willie was cool and genuine, unlike all the fakes and posers his mom wanted him to associate with. And just to piss them off, he made a point to touch WIllie as much as possible-casual touches, the same he would have given any of his friends back in Astoria. But Willie soaked each one up like a sponge.

Alex wondered how long it had been since anyone had touched Willie-sure he got shoved and pushed, but in a friendly or loving way. Kids avoided him in the hallway, he confessed his foster parents weren't the warmest, and their other foster kids were much older, too cool for a dorky middle schooler like Willie.

So Alex made it a point to touch Willie even more-giving him hugs at the end of the day, greeting him with a high five, slinging an arm around his shoulder. Every time, Willie blossomed more and more, and began seeking affection from Alex instead of waiting for Alex to offer it first.

Sure they were pariahs, and Alex had gotten more than one lecture from his parents about hanging out with the right sort, but Alex didn't care. Willie was the best friend he'd ever had, and there was no way he was giving him up.

And a few years down the line, when they had added Luke, Reggie, Julie, and Flynn to their little group? Willie was more than just his friend, and Alex had never been gladder that he had taken a chance, regardless of what idiots thought about catching The Gay.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

[roryzlittles1ut]

Pt:2 of how different Rory roles would react to you sitting on their lap (idk if I forgot the title of it already-)

Willie

He’d let out a quick whimper as he’ll blush deeply. He would immediately place his hands up, like a small puppy dog. He would be very confused, and very flustered. He didn’t expect this from you at all, so he would just stare at you in confusion. He can’t deny he didn’t like it, he loved it.

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Euronymous/Øystein Aarseth (Rory Culkin)

He would be a bit startled, not too much though. He’ll smirk a tiny bit and place his hands on your lower abdomen and lean back, humming softly. He would trail his hands up and down your body as he bounces his leg up and down.

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Clay Roach

He would stir in a confused manner, looking around. Then, he would shrug and rest his head against your back and start falling asleep, snoring loudly as he mumbles your name, or random things. (You’re his little cuddle buddy :3)

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Jack Thurlow

Jack would put his cigarette down in his hand and tilt his head to the side in a confused manner, then flash a tiny smile. He’d giggle a bit and lean against you, wanting some comfort.

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Chris Kenton

Chris would blush a bit with a tiny giggle. He would wrap his arms around you gently and caress your shoulder with his thumb, stuffing his mouth on your shoulder (not biting). He’d take a deep breath and close his eyes, starting to mumble some sweet nothings to you.

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Clyde

He’d take the weed out of his mouth and look at you with a very confused, to the point where he’s probably stuffing his face in yours. He’d blush a bit and shrug, then put the blunt back in his mouth.

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Marcus

He’d blush a bit and shrug it off, rubbing your hips with a tiny smile. He’d giggle a bit and sigh. Marcus would lean against you and take a strawberry, chewing on it kind of loudly to break the awkward silence.

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Daniel Cooper

Danny would whimper quietly in a repeated way, blushing as he looks down at the floor awkwardly, then back up at you. He’d flash a shy smile and look away, putting his hands to the side. He didn’t know where to touch you, so he didn’t want to be a perv either.

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Clement

Clem’s eyes would widen as he’d freeze. He didn’t think you’d like him like him like that, but he didn’t hate it exactly. He’d giggle a tiny bit and cling onto you, closing his eyes.

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#rory culkin #i love him sm. #pls give me a chance #he’s so pookie #he’s so silly #i love him #he’s so cutie patootie #fill my pussy #i love my baby boy #bookie bear

[legolasghosty]

I blame @latinposeidon for this. This post he made inspired it. I failed in the 'Don't write a ficlet' department. Enjoy!

Hmmmm, which color, Willie wondered, his fingers dancing over the sea of black lids in Julie's drawer. Okay, this probably wasn't what she'd meant when she said he could borrow some of her stuff for the band's gig tonight, but well, Willie had been eyeballing her nail polish collection for like a month now.

What, it was pretty. The little flashes of color always caught their eye in the best way when other people wore it. And without Caleb around to police their wardrobe choices, he could finally give it a try.

Though maybe there was a reason Willie hadn't just asked Julie outright if he could borrow hers. Maybe he was a bit nervous about how it would look. Maybe they couldn't quite shake Caleb's disapproving glares, couldn't always ignore the nightmares of that same expression coming from the faces of Julie or Luke or Reggie...

Willie tried not to think about the dreams where Alex gave him that look.

But those were just dreams and this was real. Willie wanted to do this and they were going to. He just had to pick a color already.

"Everybody decent in-" Julie started, entering the room and cutting herself off at the sight of Willie hunched over her desk. "What's going on in here?" she asked slowly.

Oh geez, this wasn't good. She was going to get mad. Boys weren't supposed to wear nail polish. And they definitely weren't supposed to just take stuff without asking. There went Willie's friendship with the one lifer who could see him-

"Ooo, are we doing nails?" Julie questioned, peering over their shoulder into the drawer. "Perfect, I needed to do something with mine anyways."

Willie just stared at her for a long moment. What? She wasn't upset? Why wasn't she upset? Was she pretending? Why would she-

"Willie, you're spiraling," Julie said softly, touching his arm. "You're doing that same glazed-over thing Reggie does. What's going on?"

Willie shook his head. Right. This was Julie, not Caleb. She'd already let them borrow and tie up her hoodies and oversized band shirts more than once. She hadn't batted an eye when he walked in on Alex braiding their hair. It was fine.

"I just haven't painted my nails before," Willie confessed, voice much softer than he'd intended. "Caleb didn't let us."

Julie bit her lower lip and nodded. Willie didn't talk about Caleb much, so he wasn't surprised that she didn't really know what to do with this information.

"It's fine," he added. "Just got in my head for a second." More than a second, but who was counting? "Well there's no Caleb here now," Julie said after another silent moment. She reached for the drawer, fingers wrapping around one of the bottles. "What color do you want?" Willie was a little startled by their own laughter. "Well that's what I was trying to figure out," they explained, twisting the black ring around their middle finger.

Julie gave him a long, appraising look. "How do you feel about pink?" she asked, after taking in his black shorts and purple and white crop top.

"Isn't pink more Alex's color?" Willie asked slowly. He couldn't stop himself from checking out the options though. That one was almost the same color Alex's cheeks got when Willie kissed them.

"Well yeah, so it'll make him lose his mind," Julie retorted. "Pick a color."

Willie grinned and grabbed a cotton candy bottle of polish.

"Perfect," Julie agreed, choosing a dark purple color of her own. "I'll do you, you do me."

Willie nodded, grinning. They perched on her desk, letting her take the chair. Julie laid out some paper towels in case of any drips and they got to work.

And Alex did lose his mind a bit over the pink on Willie's fingertips. Though he confessed later, when it was just the two of them curled up in the loft of the garage, that it was Willie's grin that got him first. And really, what was Willie supposed to say to that? Alex was just being too cute. All Willie could really do was kiss him at that point, his pink nails tangled in the pink string of Alex's hoodie.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #willex #jatp #alex mercer #willie jatp #they're cute your honor #Willie deserves a hug and some nail polish

[jungle-angel]

Bedtime Stories For A Cowboy: Part 1 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett pass on your love of books to the next generation

Tagging: @sebsxphia @desert-fern @bobfloydsbabe @rhettabbotts

The book barn was as cozy as ever now that the snow was beginning to fall harder than it had in the recent days. The woodstove filled the entire barn with its heat as did the smell of all the old books in the stacks both upstairs and downstairs.

Rhett munched away on one of the soft, cakey gingerbread cookies you had made while Tiny and Willie, the calico barn cats, trotted across the rug, both holding onto one of their little kittens as they brought them to the big flannel cushioned baskets under the window. Unusually enough, Royal was seated with Amy, all snug in his lap in the old fireside wingback chair, reading to her from one of the books you had brought down from the upper levels.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort," Royal read.

Amy giggled and hugged her little circus clown ragdoll just a little tighter as Royal read to her from "The Hobbit". It was a book you and Rhett had read over and over again on countless winter nights, dreaming of when your land one day looked again like The Shire with its rolling green hills, bursts of flowers and the sounds of wind and birdsong in the air.

Rhett felt your arms encircling his waist, startled a little by you sneaking out of nowhere to catch him when he least expected it.

"Eavesdropping are we?" you chuckled.

"Not often you see big, tough Roy Abbott reading to his granddaughter," Rhett said with a smile.

You hummed happily, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Not often you get into my gingerbread cookies either," you pointed out.

Rhett made a face when he knew you had figured him out. "Ya'll wanna go listen for a bit?"

You nodded.

You joined your husband in the cozy corner, listening to Royal as he read to Amy while Rhett let Tiny and Willie's kittens crawl all over his lap. Outside the wind had begun to howl even louder than before, the snow hitting the windowpanes with frightening force. Yet in the book barn you, Rhett and your family remained, safe from the storm and enjoying your favorite story.

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