#All this combined made me behave like a dick all day

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

I've come to the WiLd and UnExPeCtEd conclusion that i need therapy. I know. Shocker. Forreal though, i think this shit is going to be detrimental to my physical health if i keep ignoring it, it's getting worse. I feel happy overall, but i know it's not good or healthy.

It's like my brain is trying to kill me and i have to constantly fight it to stay alive. Like i had to literally argue myself into eating at least something today.

I'm unable to sleep in my own bed. It's fine at colledge. But at HOME? I just can't sleep. What the fuck.

#Just didn't feel like i deserved food today so i ate one meal at 5 pm #And then drank 2 litres of tea. #Acomplished absolutely nothing #All this combined made me behave like a dick all day #Now it's 4 am and i have to get up at 7:30

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 17

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Oral (F receiving), fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, innuendos, language, romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 16

After spending the day on the beach and in the ocean, I was getting mentally prepared for the big proposal tonight. I had no idea what I’m going to say to Emma, as verbal confessions of love were a bit of a struggle for me. I know without a doubt how I feel about her, but I just suck at putting all of the words together. I tend to show her how I feel, rather than say it which hasn’t steered me wrong yet but I wanted to make this perfect for her.

I told Emma that I had booked us a dinner tonight at sunset so to get all gussied up and be ready for a fancy meal. Emma showered first saying she wanted to do all sorts of shaving and exfoliating and needed some room. I trimmed up my beard before she was wrapped in the hotel’s bathrobe as she began drying her hair. I went to shower next and spent most of my shower trying to come up with the right combinations of words in my head but being distracted as Emma bent over and flipped her hair from side to side as she dried it. My cock twitched every time she did it because I could only think about how she does something similar when I’m taking her from behind. I willed my dick to calm down, hoping that we’d have an engagement to celebrate later tonight that I needed him to wait for. I tried my best to refocus on my upcoming declaration of love and said a prayer everything would go smoothly. We still had an hour until dinner so I laid down on the bed in my underwear and decided to check in with my grandparents and let them know that we had arrived safely and make sure Mills and Aika were behaving. Nana was so excited about having the dogs spend the week with them, that I swear she might try and keep them. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Nana. How’s it going?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you called! I was wondering if y’all made it safely. How is it there?”

“It’s really nice. Very fancy and we’re having a great time so far. How are y’all doing?”

“We are just fine. These dogs are just a delight, Son. I don’t want to give them back.”

“Maybe I’ll let them come over more often if you don’t spoil them rotten.”

“Well, that’s my job until you give me some human babies to spoil. Maybe you should start working on that. Have you proposed yet?”

“Not yet. I’ve got a dinner booked tonight but I don’t want to say much else. Em’s in the bathroom getting ready.”

“Okay, but you better let me know what she says. Are you nervous?”

“Nah.” I said, but I don’t know why I even bother putting up a front with her. She can read my voice like a book from across the world.

“Don’t be nervous. Just say how you feel, from your heart. You knew right away that she was different and you need to tell her how much you care for her.”

“I’m going try. You know I’ve never been the best with words.”

“You’re better than you think you are, honey.” 

“Thanks. I’m gonna let you go, but I just wanted to check in. Don’t feed my dogs too many treats.”

“Too late! They love Nana’s house the best!” She chuckles.

“Love you.”

“Love you too! Good luck even though you don’t need it.” 

I hang up with Nana and listen to Emma softly singing some pop song while getting ready and decide I better get myself dressed as well. I put on my “church clothes” as my mama always called it and discreetly pocket the ring in my pants pocket. I’ve organized for a photographer to hang back out of sight and photograph the proposal which was the only stipulation that Emma’s mom had when I asked for her hand. I wanted to make the trip to Alabama to ask in person but there was no way I could do that without Emma finding out or getting suspicious. I think back to that nervous phone call.

*Flashback*

I had arranged to speak with Emma’s parents via facetime while she was at work one day and I was nervous as hell to make the call. 

“Hi Austin!” Diana and James greeted when they accepted the call.

“Hey there. How are y’all doing today?”

“Good, probably not nearly as nervous as you.” James said and Diana smacked his arm with a shake of her head and I couldn’t help but chuckle because they were right.

“You wanted to talk to us about Emma?” Diana prompts.

“Well, I know we haven’t been together terribly long, but we are so good together and I have never been so sure about someone before. I have fallen deeply in love with her and I would love nothing more to ask her to marry me, with your blessing of course.” I ramble out probably too quickly. 

Diana and James look at each other with a smile before responding.

“We had a feeling this is what you wanted to ask us because we saw the way you both looked at each other and gravitated around each other when we came to visit. Emma has really opened up since we met you and I have never seen her so, herself. It’s like she finally stopped worrying about every step she took and allowed herself to just be happy.” Diana said and I couldn’t help but smile.

“The answer to your question is yes, you have our blessing as long as you promise to love her and take care of her and treat her with the utmost respect. She may be grown and not need us, but she’s always been my little princess.” James said with an almost sad smile.

“I swear to you both, that Emma is the love of my life and I will do anything and everything to provide for her and give her everything she could ever want.” 

“I’ve seen how you both are together that weekend we came to stay and knew it was the real deal. I’ve never seen her so happy or so in love before and we would be proud to have you as a son-in-law. You’re a good man.”

“Thank you, sir. You don’t realize how much that means to me. Becoming a part of your family would be a blessing. I’m just hoping she’ll say yes. Do y’all want to see the ring?”

“Of course, sweetheart!” Diana responded while clapping her hands as I carefully opened the box and tilted it towards the camera.

“Oh, it’s beautiful, Austin!” Diana coos and I feel proud that her mom is so sure she will like it.

“I’m relieved you think so. I was a little out of my depth but I just felt like it was something I could see her wearing every day. It’s a 2 carat round diamond, with something called baguette diamonds on each side on a platinum band. I plan to ask her when we go to Jamaica in two weeks. I still haven’t figured out exactly where, but I think she’d like it if I proposed near the beach.”

“It’s perfect. I just know she’ll say yes! Could you do us a favor? Could you have a photographer take pictures for us to see? I know she would cherish them as well.” 

“Yes ma’am.” I make a mental note to call the resort and see if I can hire someone to take pictures. I hadn’t thought of anything like that, so I’m glad her mom mentioned it.

“Well, we’re proud to have you join the family son. I appreciate you asking us and letting us in on it. I know she’ll be blown away.” James says.

“Thank you both so much.” 

I swear, I almost cried after we got off of the phone call. The only man that I ever looked up to was my PawPaw since my dad split and started a new family. I felt lucky to have PawPaw but always wondered why I wasn’t good enough for my dad to stay. Having Emma’s family accept me into their own so willingly, really caught me by surprise. I didn’t expect those old feelings to come back up, especially at my age. I guess you never grow out of wanting a father that actually wants you.

*Present*

I think I’ve got an idea of what I’m going to say to her but when she enters the bedroom all thoughts leave my brain. Emma is stunning in a full length royal blue dress and heels with her long hair in soft curls over her shoulders. The dress is simple with thin straps on her shoulders that cross in the back and a cut up to her knee which gives me a peek of her perfect legs when she walks. I’m literally stunned speechless.

“I’m ready. Don’t you look handsome.” She says with a smile as she makes her way to me.

“God damn, Sugar. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” I tell her honestly and her cheeks blush as she gives me her shy smile. I wrap my arms around her, angling the ring box away from her body and inhale her perfume. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

“I’m tempted to keep you here all to myself but you look so stunning it would be a shame not to show you off.” I whisper in her ear and she giggles.

“Let’s take a picture since we are all dressed up?” She asks and holds her phone out for a selfie. She giggles in the first picture as I kiss her cheek before she makes me smile for a real photo of us together. 

“Perfect.” She says as she reviews the photos on her phone.

“Hungry?” I ask and her tummy responds with a little growl which makes me chuckle.

“Let’s go get that fancy shmancy dinner. If their portions suck, just know I’m going to come back here and order a burger from room service.” I joke as Emma wraps her arm through mine and intertwines our fingers. She seems a bit surprised when I lead her towards the ocean rather than one of the big restaurants on the property until she spots the gazebo covered in twinkle lights at the end of the pier. There’s a man there holding a bottle of red wine near a table covered in flowers and candles atop a white tablecloth and I hear Emma whisper “holy shit” to herself as I lead her towards our dinner location. The water gently crashes against the shore around us and the sunset has cast an array of different colors into the sky, mostly orange and pink which even I can admit is gorgeous. I take a peek at my watch and see that we have about 40 minutes until the sun is officially set. Damn, I did better than I thought with setting this up. I can only hope the photographer I hired has set up somewhere and will be able to get pictures. 

“Oh my god, Austin.” Emma says with large eyes filled with surprise at our dinner location.

“Wanted to spoil my girl.” Is the only excuse I offer, hoping it will be enough for now.

“This is beyond stunning! Thank you, baby.” She says as she looks around and begins eating her meal. I had to order for us in advance since we aren’t in an actual restaurant, and I chose filet mignon, seasoned vegetables, small potatoes and bread. I planned to propose after she ate so we talked about how amazing the vacation has been so far, and if there were any excursions she would like to go on. She decided she would like to stay around the resort and get a couple’s massage tomorrow. I’ve never had a professional massage, but am not opposed to the idea especially if Emma is with me.

Before I knew it, the waiter had left to retrieve our dessert and we were both finished eating the main meal. It was time for me to propose. I was nervous as hell but after a large gulp of wine and a deep breath, I began. I reached across the table and took her hand in mine.

“Em, I couldn’t be happier that we took this trip together and even more so that we officially get to go back home together since I somehow sweet-talked you into moving in with me. I know I’m not the best with words, tending to rely more on my actions to show you how I feel but I’m trying to get better about that. You deserve every single day to be told how incredible you are. I want…I wanted to tell you how deeply I love you. I’ve never felt like this before and I truly didn’t think this type of love and connection would exist in my universe. You are an incredible veterinarian and the best mama to Aika and Mills. I know that you will be the most amazing mother to our future kids one day and it makes me so excited about the future. You are the most beautiful, loving, generous, stubborn and funny woman wrapped all into one and I consider myself the luckiest man in the world to have you as mine. That being said, I would love to have you become mine in every way. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Sugar?” While I was speaking, I moved around the table and got down on my good knee while holding her left hand. I pull the ring box from my pocket and open it up to reveal the ring that I got her.

“Holy crap! Really?” Emma says with wide but tear filled eyes and jumps from her seat.

“Really, Darlin’” I answer with a nervous chuckle.

“Austin, oh my god! YES!” She squeals with a little excited jump as tears pour down her cheeks. I pull the ring from the box but before I can even slide it on her finger, Emma is suddenly on her knees nearly choking me in a tight hug before her lips find mine. She kisses me passionately and I feel the wetness from her tears against my cheek as she kisses me deeply. 

“I love you so much and I can’t wait to marry you.” She says against my lips.

“I love you too, Sugar. Can’t wait for you to be my wife.” I say and I pull back and slide the ring on her finger before wiping her eyes.

Emma holds out her hand to admire the ring. “We can get something else if that isn’t what you had in mind.” I tell her, hoping she’ll be honest with me.

“Oh, Austin, this is more beautiful than I could have imagined! I love it baby.” She says with another kiss before I help her up off of the pier. I smile when the photographer that I hired, Joseph, walks down the pier and introduces himself before congratulating us and asking to take a few more photos before the sun sets. We take several photos before sitting down to eat the dessert brought by our waiter that’s covered in chocolate and drink the champagne that he brought along with it.

All I can think about is the fact that she said yes and was going to become my wife. Emma is smiling from ear to ear and she’s absolutely radiant as she looks down at the ring weighing on her finger.

“How did you know my size?” She asks.

“I took the ring your grandma gave you while you were at work. I know you don’t wear it there since it’s hard to put on with gloves, so I had them measure it at the jeweler.” 

“Brilliant. Thank you for having someone take photos. I can’t wait to see them!”

“Ah, that was a request from your mama and I’m glad she made it because I didn’t think anything about it.”

“You talked to my mom?”

“Of course, and your dad. Had to get their permission and show them the ring.” I tell her and she giggles with a beaming smile.

She wanted to facetime her parents so while we were there, she called them and proudly announced that she said yes and we were getting married. They spoke for only a few minutes with endless congratulations and excitement before she wanted to call my Nana and PawPaw and tell them as well. After that call where we had to practically hang up on my Nana who I imagined was flitting around the room with her excitement, we took a stroll along the moonlit beach hand in hand.

“You’re going to be the most beautiful bride, Sugar.”

“I can’t believe we are getting married! This is everything that I ever wanted and more. You are everything I could have wanted, Austin Daniel Syverson.” She says and kisses me.

“Mmm…” I grunt and she licks into my mouth and presses her body against mine. 

“Fuck, Mrs. Emma Syverson sounds so good.” I tell her and she moans as I kiss near her ear.

“Take me to bed, future husband.”

“My pleasure.” I grunt as I reluctantly peel my body from hers so that we can go back to our room. 

Once we arrived, I’m pleased to see that the staff went above and beyond for us. Filling the large tub with bubble and flowers, champagne chilling on ice, and rose petals carefully arranged across the perfectly made bed to spell out, CONGRATS. Candles have been lit and are placed throughout the room giving it such a romantic feel.

I walk up behind Emma who was admiring the romantic setup and pressed my body against her back.

She quickly turned around and kissed me hungrily.

“I love you so much, Darlin’.” I whisper in her ear as she starts unbuttoning my shirt.

“I love you more, baby.” She says as she pushes the dress shirt from my shoulders.

“Not possible.” I turn her around and find the zipper to her dress and push the straps off of her shoulders to reveal that she was wearing a lacy black bra and matching thong set under that dress. I bite my lip and push away my desire to be rough with her. Tonight, I’m going to make this as romantic as I can. Slow and sensual.

I pick her up and place her gently on her back on the rose covered bed before stripping myself down to my navy boxers. 

“Austin, I need you.” She moans as her hands roam up and down her body in an attempt to ease her need.

“I’m gonna take my time with you tonight, Sugar. Want to show you how much I love you. Gonna make love to you, angel.” I tell her before kissing her deeply. I kiss all over her, removing the strapless bra first on my journey down her body, before removing her panties and spreading her legs to fit my wide shoulders. I kiss along her hip bones before finding my place at the apex of her thighs. Gently sliding my finger across her sensitive skin, I spread her wetness before gently guiding one finger, and then another inside of her before licking, sucking and kissing her folds. Focusing on her clit, I glance up to see the reflection of her engagement ring shining in the candlelight as she reaches up to grasp her breast and I instinctively rut against the mattress. Fuck, this is my fiancé. I’m going to marry this woman falling apart underneath me. I groan against her pussy. Emma moans and gasps soft, ‘oh fuck’ or ‘yes baby, right there!’ as I work to pleasure her. I focus even harder to get her to her climax and before I realize it, Emma is squirting her release across my fingers and chin. I lick and slurp her arousal before gently removing my fingers and caressing her thighs. Emma is positively wrecked above me as she tries to come down from reaching her peak. I use this opportunity to dry my fingers on my boxers which are wet with precum before I slide them off and lean back over Emma to kiss her. 

“You’re so beautiful.” I tell her and she gives me her shy smile.

“Never seen anything more gorgeous than you coming apart for me, Sugar.” I continue before she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Make love to me, Sy.” She tells me as she reaches down between us and guides my cock into her tight wet channel. I groan as I fill her up inch by inch with me. God, she feels so good. Will this ever stop being so amazing? I really don’t think it will.

“Baby, you feel so good.” Emma says as I start to thrust into her. She starts kissing on my neck and moaning in my ear and I swear I’m biting my lip to keep from coming before her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I intertwine our hands above her head and rut into her.

I continue to thrust into her as we share heated kisses, our tongues dancing against each other and gentle nips at each other’s lips. I gently tug on her nipples and grope her breasts as we find our highs together and I release my seed into her warmth.

I roll over beside her as we are coming down from our orgasms. Every muscle in my body is now fully relaxed since she said yes to my proposal. I was more nervous than I even admitted to myself and now, my body felt almost jello-like as I felt the relief surge through me. I reached down and brought Emma’s hand to my lips as I kissed her engagement ring and she rolled over on top of me.

“Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.” She whispers.

“Thank you for doing the same, Sugar.” I smile at her and kiss her forehead. A few moments later, I can feel us getting sleepy so I pick her up bridal style and place her in the bathtub that was set up for us before following her in. We relax against each other as she sleepily but excitedly recounts her thoughts of the dinner and my proposal and I smile the entire time she talks. Emma is so happy and I feel a surge of pride as though I had successfully made this as romantic as I possibly could have for her.

Emma is asleep against my chest roughly forty-five minutes later and I gently rouse her so that I can dry her off and get her ready for bed. She wants her makeup off so I help her wipe her face with her makeup wipes before we brush our teeth and climb into the pristine bed still covered in rose petals now in disarray.

Emma is wrapped around me like usual with her head against my chest as I gently stroke through the soft curls of her hair.

Thinking she’s already asleep, I admire the ring on her little hand and smile knowing that she’s agreed to forever with me.

“Goodnight, fiancé. I love you.” She whispers and I smile before kissing the top of her head.

“Goodnight, my bride. I love you too.” 

Part 18

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A/N:

This is how I felt while writing the proposal! Sorry y'all will have to wait a little bit on the balcony smut, but I wanted to keep this one romantic 🥰❤️ Hope y'all liked it!

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[haerinari]

DAY 19 — GUILTY PLEASURE

PAIRING: dom!beomgyu x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, use of slut, pretty, darling, pussy slapping, oral (fem) receiving.

WARNINGS: smut, +18

you didn’t know why, but something about your classmate, beomgyu, turned you on so bad. he was one of your closest classmate, he always sit with you in every single class and he was always teasing and bothering you while you were doing your work.

but sometimes he behave a little… rude with you. telling you that you were a slut just because you didn’t want to pass the assignments to him, or writing on you light blue pencil case “MY SLUT”

beomgyu was always doing that kind of things, but even after all the humiliating things he said to you, you liked him. you liked when he called you his slut, you liked every single time he called you whore or claimed you as his.

his little smirk every time he said something made your pussy clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs slowly trying to hide how wet he made you.

and that’s how you end here, in his bed.

“please gyu” you said to him. you were naked on his bed with both of your hands tied together over your head.

“you should think it twice the next times you rub your thighs in front of me, how slut that is? hmm?” he smirked.

that words, oh god. beomgyu was between your legs, teasing your entrance with the presence of his fingers. you were so needy. you tried to make any type of friction on your pussy but he had both of his hands spreading you thighs.

“please, please gyu. i need you please” you begged.

“tell me how slut you are, tell me you’re mine” he said

“fuck, yes, please. i’m your slut gyu, i’m yours and only yours” you answered.

You felt the wet muscle of his tongue pass through your folds. making circular movements on your clit and sucking it sometimes. the wet sounds of his mouth in your dripping pussy was making you 10 times hornier. the view of beomgyu devouring desperately your cunt was everything you could ask for.

“yes, oh my god, fuck!” you gasped.

“who makes you feel this good, hmm?” he asked. “who do you belong to pretty? cmon say it”

“to—ah— to you beomgyu, just for you” you moaned. “fuck, fuck, yes!”

beomgyu started to tease your entrance with the tip of his fingers, passing then slowly up and down, almost putting them inside you. the feeling of his tongue in your clit and his fingers was driving you crazy.

“just put them in” you said.

“don’t tell me what to do, you’re just a needy slut who wants to be fucked by my cock” he replied.

he stoped licking you pussy just to take his hand and slap it directly and firmly on your cunt.

“fuck!” you gasped. the feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time make you feel so good.

“this is what you get for being a fucking whore” he slapped it again. “a needy slut who likes being punish” and again.

“please gyu” at this point you started to feel you eyes watered, the feeling was just too much.

he took two of his slender fingers and put them inside your whole. first doing it slowly and then increasing the speed, combining the movement of his fingers with sucking your clit hardly.

“i’m gonna cum” you said breathless.

“cum darling, go on baby. cum on my face” he said.

and with that the tight knot on your stomach exploded deliciously. beomgyu’s face glossy due to your juices. he came up to your face and kissed you passionately, resting one hand on your waist and the other one squishing softly your boob. you could feel his hard dick on your lower abdomen, almost begging to get out.

“let go my hands” you said breaking the kiss.

“should i?” he said kissing down your jaw and neck.

“i want to make you feel good, gyu”

“just because you said it so nicely” he said with a smirk.

beomgyu let your hands go and both of you started kissing again. trailing his hands all over around your body, feeling every inch of your skin on his hands. your hands also traveled around his body, lifting up his shirt exposing his tone abs and arms. he looked so hot. your hands moved to his crotch, unbuttoning his pants exposing his hard length full of pre-cum on his tip that you could feel through his boxers.

“take them off” you said between kisses.

“okay”

beomgyu took of his boxers, exposing his hard an big length. how was it going to fit inside you? he positioned you softly on the bed and aligned his tip with your entrance. rubbing it up and down, doing little circular movements around your clit.

he pushed himself inside slowly, filing you completely. his slow trust began to become faster and faster, making you moan like crazy. the sound of his cock disappearing inside your wet pussy was hot as fuck, and not to mention the view that gyu was having.

“you’re so hot y/n” he said moaning. “you’re mine and only mine. you are my little slut, aren’t you? just for me”

“yes yes yes” you said. “oh fuck, gyu! ah— you’re so good”. you were clenching around him, feeling the familiar feeling telling you that the pleasure was just to much.

“fuck y/n, keep doing that and i’m gonna cum”

“i want to cum, let me cum gyu. please, please, please” you begged.

“cum for me, princess. let me fill you up with my cum”

“oh god, i won’t last longer” you said breathless.

“cum for me y/n, c’mon”

and just with that you came moaning his name all over his dick, seconds later feeling gyu’s cum filing you up inside.

he took his dick out and laid down on the bed right next to you. beomgyu pulled you closer to his body wrapping one of his hands around your waist and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“i’m sorry if i was to rude before” he apologized. “you’re not a slut or a whore, you are a pretty princess.”

“don’t worry about it, gyu” you said touching softly his hair. “to be honest i kinda like it”

“it doesn’t matter” he said with a smile. “you still are a pretty princess. my pretty princess”

#txt #beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x y/n #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #txt beomgyu #kinktober #smut #kpop smut

[dairy-farmer]

So here I am, feel free to ignore if I'm breaking any boundaries.

 Your story actually made me think of Tim’s process through the trauma and mainly how he processes most adult things. I do like soft, hurt, self-sacrificing Tim like any hot, red blooded fan, of course.

But let me argue that Tim Drake is not a child child, he has been his own responsible adult since he was six. He learned budgeting and bills and taxes and stranger danger and all the things adults eventually teach children from TV/the internet and he is not ashamed of it.

Kinda that when Jack and Janet left him alone with a housekeepr, he basically parentified himself.

So in comes the 12/13 year old who sees Batman tiptoeing the edge and goes: I can fix this dude so hard!

And yeah, Bruce is almost lost to his grief and barely conscious of the utter shitshow around him, “sure, whatever kid, be Robin, but train with other adults, I’m too broken hearted to adult right now. Oh, you learned from Alfred and Dick, great, Imma teach you and oh, you disappeared for a while, huh, you got even better, I wonder what you did, well whatever let’s go on patrol.”

And years pass, Bruce heals, he gets his family back, he gains allies and perspective.

And maybe one day he is high as a kite on some scarecrow or ivy drug or whatever, he beat the villain, he did the justice, weee~

And he realizes he is home and Tim’s tiny hand is pulling hin towards the bathroom and he is confused.

Tim, on the other hand, is so used to Bruce’s shit, that he simply taps him on the back of the knees to make him kneel by the toilet bowl and goes: “Okay, you feel up to puking on your own or should I make you?”

And Bruce is even more confused because his children usually weren’t like this, they were soft and depended on his stability, none of his children should see him this vulnerable.

And maybe he takes a little too long to reply because suddenly Tim is shoving two fingers down his throat while holding the back of his head and suddenly Bruce is vomiting and Tim pats his heaving back and makes sure none of it goes in his  hair while TSKING because “Really Bruce? Don’t be a baby, my hand can’t hurt that much, I’m like 13.”

And Bruce, for once, realizes he is not the parent in this relationship and he is not sure how it happened.

You can extrapolate Bruce Mommy/Daddy-issues Wayne would definitely fall for that scarily inteligent teen that has become his highly unimpressed new mommy if you like.

Or he simply tries (and fails) to parent this child who somehow doesn’t need him like Dick and Jason and Damian ever did and he is frightened that if Tim doesn’t need him he will leave.

Which is why Tim gets more benefits than Dick and Jason ever did at his age COMBINED.

A car? You got it.

A Ducatti? Red, black or both?

Your own team instead of integrating you to Dick’s? SURE THING!

It is quite telling that even if Dick is Bruce’s oldest adopted child and the one he is trusting the mission to, TIM is the one who is supposed to inherit the company and thus Batman’s biggest source of income and Bruce’s charity and social justice pet projects in case of Bruce’s death.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just read the comment you left on ‘here cometh the iceman’ and i cannot tell you how happy i was to be greeted by this in my inbox!!!!!!! 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍!!!!

i love your tim HC so much because it reallly does align with how he behaves so often! tim is a child who has, often, had to parent himself. in the comics it’s implied that the majority of his developmental years in school were spent in boarding schools where his only supervisors were teachers and the few adults whose job were to look out for them. but even then tim would’ve had to learn how to deal with a lot of things himself- he had to put himself to bed, decide what and how to regulate his diet, how to deal with interpersonal issues along with any tension that came with living with another kid his age. tim is essentially a young adult in a child’s body. and to contrast that is bruce. who arguably, while he is an adult, lacks a lot of the landmark developmental milestones that tim has already had (through no choice of his own). 

bruce has alfred as a kind of crutch so many of the “adult” things tim experienced were things he never learned or developed the skills for. hence why when they came together, tim who was the more responsible, mature, and developed “adult” took care of bruce. it’s such an upside down pineapple situation where bruce is the grown up but the child and tim is the child but the grown up. so tim caring for bruce like when he gets poisoned and needs to vomit, tim treats him like a child who has swallowed something he wasn’t supposed to. he falls into caring for bruce like it’s a routine and bruce is struck with the realization of what had been happening while his head was buried in the sand from his grief.

bruce has sooo many hangups about his parents and their deaths, his relationship with them has guided so much of his life and how he expresses (or doesn’t express) his love. alfred had cared for and loved him but always maintained him an arm’s length away perhaos out of respect for bruce and the relationship he had with his parents. but tim! tim treats him in that soft way his mother did, taking a rag and dabbing away the sweat from his brow when bruce starts sweating buckets after vomiting. so many things tim does for him reminds bruce so starkly of his mother and father and it kind of makes him uncomfortable but that feeling gets trampled by and is the reason he never puts a stop to it - he likes it. he likes being doted on and cared for, he like that tim feeds him warm broths, oatmeals, and chicken soup. he likes that tim presses featherlight kisses to his scrapes and cleaned wounds. with tim there’s no expectation of him to make the first move, be responsible, or be the parent. not like there was with jason or dick.

but there’s also the fact that bruce no longer offers something to tim. safety, protection, etc. the things you expect from a parent. tim doesn’t want them, in fact he’s the one who provides them because bruce startles awake from a bad dream and tim is already there to comfort him.

bruce attempting to become the parent in their dynamic similarly failing leaves him scrambling and leaves him scared about the fact that tim could leave him.

this fundamentally changing their dynamic is so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its why tim gets more leeway than the others, why he’s treated differently and “allowed” so much independence. i think if jason and dick weren’t so preoccupied with their own lives and issues they might stop and be like “hey wtfff”.

tim and bruce’s relationship and dynamic is one of the most fascinating to me because the two of them are mirrors, foils, and almost caricatures of each other in some cases. the two of them share so much in common but are also fundamentally different people. if tim had been in bruce’s shoes from birth he would’ve likely followed the same path but been different. same with bruce. if he had been the little idealistic boy whose parents more or less neglected him, he would’ve followed the same path as tim had but been....different. the two of them are such good characters, their shared history and dynamic is fascinating and thank you so much for this really good deep dive into their character and relationship!!!!!!! it’s so good!!!!!!!!!!!!

#submission

[musicaldamage]

So having watched the vbw Falco musical recently. Rock Me Amadeus. I have Thoughts™

[ID: the mostly empty Ronacher theatre's auditorium seen from the 2nd floor on the right side. the stage is hidden behind a sort-of wall barrier curtain thing made of squares, some of which are reflective. the "Rock Me Amadeus" logo and an image of Moritz Mausser in character as Falco are projected onto it. Surrounding the stage there are a number of variously-shaped angular mirrors lined with glowing light. (additionally there's my partner's hand forming the peace sign on the right side of the image)]

side note I am irrationally annoyed that the squares of the logo don't line up with the squares of the curtain thing WHAT are they doing

Spoilers and further opinions under the cut

- The cast is stellar. Moritz Mausser is absolutely 100% brilliant, Katharina Gorgi's voice is beautiful, and Alex Melcher is there so that's in some ways already enough for me personally really. though he only really shows up in the 2nd act which is a bit sad. to me

but his presence is good bc. well. a lot of the things I generally value in a musical are kinda meh in this one tbh

- the music is fine! it's mainly Falco songs obviously, which I've been mostly neutral about so far but there definitely are some bangers, and, well, Moritz and Alex singing them sure is a point in favour. the additional songs written specifically for the musical are... I don't think they're bad, mostly, but they have a completely different vibe that doesn't really fit in with the rest. and. actually, some of them are bad. in my opinion. extremely cheesy. what's that doing there. one of them is hella catchy but the chorus lyrics sound like it's for kindergarden, two are just incredibly generic and boring and did I mention cheesy?

- Starting out with calling the day of Falco's death "the day the music died" sure is a claim. nothing to do with whoever is in charge at the vbw being weirdly patriotic (stares at the general Austria(ns) theme of quite a number of vbw musicals)

- Similarly his first sentence "In Wien musst erst sterben, bevor sie dich hochleben lassen" ("In Vienna you gotta die before they celebrate you") which sounds nice and dramatic and all but. come on. dude was #1 in international charts very much during his lifetime. they talk about this in the musical itself. he complains on stage about how the fame and stuff bothers him. where's the dying first part huh Hansi.

- Alex. listen I am stupidly into that guy's whole vibe. his everything. his voice is my favourite kind of male voice and his hair in combination with his entire profile and the lineof his stupid neck make me feel some kind of way. I wanna grab that hair and pull his head back like that one Sandman scene you know the one.

This one. also his tattoos and his absolutely deranged energy and willingness to just go off and do insane things rolling around on the floor. and then suddenly look like an innocent child in awe at seeing snow for the first time of his life. this tangent of Alex Melcher stanning has gone on long enough we'll return to our regularly scheduled musical discussion now

- They're simultaneously trying to make Falco a sympathetic figure while also showing him behaving like a dick. it seems to work bc the audience laughs and gets Emotional but. idk maybe it's me but the "I behave like an egoistic dick to everyone around me including my wife but it's ok bc I'm Misunderstood and actually very Deep and Emotional and I love my wife and need her to keep me sane and also I'm marionetted against my will by my Dark Impulses" shtick is sort of... you can't have him throw his wife to the ground and give zero fucks about her and then half an hour later at his funeral or wake or idk play a quote of him saying "I never hurt anyone other than myself" and have someone else call him empathic and sensitive and expect me to take that seriously and... look maybe I'd like it better if the jokes weren't so incredibly lame

- Female roles?? what's that. there's two (2) that get a name on the cast list (his wife and his mum). one (1) of them gets addressed by name on stage (Isabella, the Wife. his mum is Maria but only if you look at the cast list or the programme). Isabella's role is Sexy Lady turned Caring Wife and Mother who finally Leaves. the mum's role is Nagging Mum (in law) and Comic Relief. there's a second girlfriend (wife? secretary? idek) who apoears in one scene and gets called a name (Caroline) which I only caught bc I was looking at the surtitles. no one gets a personality not even the male characters really no one matters (I mean yes ok it's Falco's Story but ffs let Katharina DO something with her voice maybe)

- have I mentioned the awful dialogue and cheap jokes yet? "the best aspect of the American flag are the red-white-red stripes". terrible flirting with "ladies in uniform" who are trying to do their job when faced with an entitled asshole but of course it's portrayed as hilarious.

- ok so back to Alex Melcher but his role is the most fun part of the thing. he's Falco's "Alter Ego" aka his, idk, hedonistic impulses and desire for fame and admiration and whatnot personified? there's a huge head on stage with a brain and all in it to make sure the audience understands that he is Inside Falco's Head and in case that's not clear enough yet he also verbatim declares that "I'm inside your head" so yeah subtlety is not required in this play. he and Falco/Hans are being incredibly homoerotic the entire time and I am personally offended that they're not kissing, but I'll take Alter Ego pretending to lick Hans's throat and clinging to him like a limpet. I would love to write fanfiction about them actually but I haven't figured out how to do that well when both parties are the same person/one is a personified fragment of the other's mind and not physically present. pity.

- idk I'd just. I'd have done it differently? again it's just. so unsubtle. why does Alter Ego just hover menacingly above the stage in a glass box once or twice during the first act, why didn't they idk put him in as part of the white-clad ensemble and make him stick out more and more instead of the Hovering and then the 5 minutes "I am you and you are me" song at the start of the 2nd act. Have him talk to people while Hans takes a step back to show it's his Dark Side™ taking over idk. I'm sure there'd also be ways to make Hans more actually sympathetic and less of an arse (fewer dumb jokes might help, or giving other characters more of a personality maybe) but yeah idk

- idk there's just. not much of a story? it's a Falco tribute show with some life moments thrown in. there's a Falco song, there's a crisis bc he's out of ideas, now he's taking drugs, now he's happy, now there's a new album without any clue where he got the ideas (was it the drugs?) now there's sth about his wife now his friend is reprising the basic as fuck Live Your Dream song yet again. then it's over and he dies in a car crash and it's all presented like it's all some incredibly deep and moving story but it's just Not That Deep

- I do like the Writer's Block song they put in, don't we all know that feeling

- I'm not sure it's a good idea to use Jeannie of all songs as a recurring motif the way they're doing? "quit living on dreams, life is not what it seems" "lonely little girl boy in a cold cold world" blah blah all nice and well but Do We Remember What This Song Is About. I mean it's a good song I'm not contesting that I like it! (if someone wants to come at me for "endorsing" anything just bc I like the song... just don't) But yeah no matter how good it is I don't think it's very uhhh fitting. Though in retrospect maybe it's meant to portray him as like... Someone At The Mercy Of Sth Evil And/Or More Powerful Than He Is. Fucking over his own life powerless to stop it or sth idk idk

- Generally I think they rely way too much on the use of background projection screens idk it seems lazy. it's fine in some scenes it can work really well but it gets too much and kinda cheesy

End of the random unorganised RMA thoughts yay! It was fun to watch. I know I mostly complain a lot here but it's definitely fun! It's just that a large part of the fun for me was despairing about how bad I found it and waiting for more homoeroticism and also for Alex Melcher to... do the things he's doing

Edit: ALSO I'm not sure if uhhh low-to-mid-key insulting (iirc) two of the three not-Austrian countries he goes to is. Necessary?

#Phoenix babble #rock me amadeus #RMA musical #vbw musicals #German musicals #European musicals #god idk I don't do original posts mostly and no one is talking much about this musical on here as far as I can see so #idk what I'm doing here either

[falloutjay]

Boys (Main4/CATG/Forgein Kids) with shy S/O?

This big boy is finally finished!

I honestly feel like this one is my worst HC List yet, but I tried.

And like I said, I will now post out of order, since I now go along with what I feel motivated for at that moment, so you can get the good stuff.

Love you guys! Thank you for all your support, it really makes me happy whenever I get a new notification! <3

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The boys (Main4 I CATG I Forgein Kids) x Shy!Reader

Cartman:

He doesn’t get why you’re shy. Like, just stop being that?

He slowly grows to accept it and kind of likes the roll he slowly slips into.

Anyone being a dick to you? He will berate them on your behalf.

A waiter brings you the wrong order? You don’t wanna make a fuss and just eat what you got but he will make sure that the waiter regrets working that day.

You appreciate him trying to get you heard but you would also like if he brought less attention to you.

  Stan:

You do you. He likes you for who you are and won’t change a thing about you.

Being shy and his family is no good combination.

Randy really tested your limits when you first met his parents.

Stan will always make sure you feel comfortable when he is with you, not wanting to scare you off or anything.

He thinks its super cute that you’re shy. He can’t help but find you adorable if you’re flustered.

  Kyle:

Thinks you’re adorable.

He will always make sure that you will be heard and try to work with you on your shyness.

I mean, hanging out with Kyle and his friends kinda requires it but you manage.

His family finds you charming and think you’re a perfect balance to his hotheadedness.

He won’t let anyone talk shit about you and your comfort is his number one priority!

  Kenny:

He loves to make you flustered and stumble over you word.

He does it with such ease that you sometimes hate him for it.

Kenny knows what it’s like being shy (He used to when he was younger, and Karen still is) so he will just let you be.

He will try to get you more confident, like he did but once he sees that it’s no use, he will stop.

His favorite thing about you? You getting flustered when he flirts with you.

  Butters:

You’re both rather shy so you’re a rather quiet couple that just enjoys each other’s company.

Unlike the other boys, should you get a wring order at a restaurant, you two will just enjoy what you got, not wanting to cause a commotion.

Butters parents love you. You don’t get him into trouble, you are quiet, well behaved, what’s not to love?

Butters is the perfect SO if you just want someone who will just quietly enjoy the world with you.

  Clyde:

Like Kenny, he loves seeing you flustered.

To him its like a game, seeing how far he can push you.

A big problem with him is his ego though.

Some guy bummed into you.

You will just quickly say sorry and continue.

Clyde however will try to pick a fight and will probably lose it, leaving you to profusely apologize.

  Token:

He is so in love with this quiet being named Y/N.

He will gladly do anything you don’t feel like doing.

You have a phone call that makes you nervous and you struggle to get your words out? He will take over.

His parents are in love with you.

They think its so cute how flustered you get when Token talks about how great you are.

  Craig:

Craig and you are a thing to look at.

This tall giant with a shy partner clinging onto his arm whenever he lets you.

Craig really likes your shyness and thinks that it fits you perfectly.

“I love how youre not one of these annoying other girls that just cause trouble wherever they go!”

Craig enjoys spending your time together with just cuddling and listen to music, no talking needed.

  Tweek:

People wonder how you even got together and who made the first step.

(It was you when you just couldn’t wait any longer)

Tweek thinks you compliment him very well and loves that you can manage to keep him calm.

Tweek is also somewhat shy, so you’d be a quiet couple and his parents are crazy about you.

They love how you keep him calm and just smile at them.

Jimmy:

Jimmy likes to jokes about you being shy but you don’t mind that.

You know he means well and means no offense.

You like that he besides that he really doesn’t care if youre shy, he just lets you be you and be happy.

Should you ask him to handle something for you, he will always try.

 Pip:

Cute little tea parties.

Pip is a sweetheart and likes that you’re shy.

He tries to not make you flustered and will occasionally stand up for you.

Like should you really want to get something, but someone messes it up and you just don’t want the confrontation, he will try to make it happen.

  Damien:

Kinda annoyed that you’re shy until he gets used to it.

“Y/N, just stand up for yourself, I can’t always do it!”

Won’t admit that he does kinda find it cute when you blush around him.

Like Clyde, he will pick a fight should someone come at you, but he will win. Always.

  Christophe:

He is nonchalant about it.

You shy? Cool, but can you handle him? If yes, then he doesn’t give a shit how you are.

You thought that was kinda mean, but you eventually get what he means.

If you can handle his with God-hatred loaded rants, rambling about missions then you’re amazing in his eyes. (He won’t be caught alive stumbling over his words should you do something cute while he talks.)

Eventually he admits that he thinks you’re his beautiful “homologue”, that is just so cute and quiet.

  Gregory:

He’s so charmed by your shyness.

He always thought his ideal partner would be super outgoing and not afraid to directly speak their mind.

But once he got to know you, he threw those thoughts right out of a window.

He loves seeing you blush, or maybe hide in an oversized hoodie.

Should someone be mean to you, you wont even have time to react before Gregory has them apologize to you.

  David:

You two met when he served you in his family’s restaurant and he just couldn’t help but fall for you while you were awkwardly trying to order from the cute waiter.

It’s quite an endearing story and his family thinks it is so cute.

They really like you and keep joking about if you weren’t so shy, you’d be a perfect second waiter.

You just awkwardly laugh at that and blush.

David is just in love and can’t help but always think about that fateful day you two met.

#south park x reader #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #Clyde Donovan #tweek tweak x reader #stan marsh x reader #eric cartman x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #butters stotch x reader #christophe x reader #gregory x reader #david x reader #pip x reader #damien x reader #thats a lot of tags

[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 3

So... more pain... yay!

I've become obsessed with these two in a very short time and I decided I'll just put out Chapters as I write them. Enjoy! <3

(Also - conveniently, Tom doesn't exist lmao)

Likes & reblogs are appreciated

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, (Please let me know if I forget anything)

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 2

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Age: 17

“Hey! Don’t slam the door Spills - you know she’s… delicate.” He patted the dashboard affectionately as you put your seat-belt on - carefully so as not to drop the breakfast you’d brought for both of you. You stared at him incredulously.

“You mean this rustbucket?” You laughed as he carefully pulled out of your driveway.

“Don’t say that about her, she’s perfectly fine.” He turned on the radio and you heard the same song it always played.

“Really Francis? Queen again?” You sighed as you put the buttery half of your bagel into his mouth.

“Okay first of all, this song is amazing and it applies and secondly - the tape is stuck so it’s this or silence.” You could see the smile as he ate happily.

He never said it, but he treasured this time with you. You always gave him half of whatever you made and it always tasted better than anything he ever made himself. It was one of his favourite rituals, the little moment before the school day started. When it was just the two of you, lost in your own world; speaking your own language.

**Present day**

Who the hell is that?

The woman in the reflection wasn’t you, well - she certainly didn’t look like you anyway. She was much to wan - something was weighing her down, heavy on her shoulders. Her eyes were puffy and it looked like she’d been crying.

She was looking back at you, confused - she didn’t recognize herself either.

God I need to shower.

It helped but only a bit. At least your hair was clean, but that wasn’t going to be enough for tonight. There was no fucking way you were going to let them pick you up in this state. You had to look perfect - you had to look your best. Some delusional little corner of your mind reminded you that Frankie had feelings for you before, maybe you could tap into that somehow.

That’s a little fucked up, he’s engaged.

You ignored that thought as you picked out a flattering outfit and tried to work a miracle with your makeup. The reflection smiled back at you now, and you could almost recognize her - the sadness was still there but you were ignoring that too. There would be no room for sadness tonight.

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“Hi! So glad you came out with us, you look lovely!” Claudia greeted you when you got into Frankie’s truck. Same truck you’d been getting into since you were a teenager, same truck he refused to get rid of because ‘shouldn’t fix what isn’t broken’. You saw the look Frankie gave you in the rear-view, saw his eyes quickly flash towards the exposed skin of your legs and a cruel little part of you soared at that. Got you it seemed to say.

“You look great Spills, Benny is going to eat you up.” He said it playfully but you heard the slight tinge of bitterness. Claudia didn’t notice.

“Oh yes, Benny is going to be all over you. They’re all going to love you, Will and Santi. I know they will.” Even her voice was sweet and you couldn’t help that it pissed you off how nice she was.

“Who’s Benny? Or Will or Santi for that matter?” The names meant nothing to you.

“Army buddies.” You knew him well enough to sense there was something that was bothering him, could it be the thought of his army buddies liking you? Your ego definitely liked that idea.

“They can be a little rough around the edges, but they’re sweet. Benny and his brother Will, even Santi. You’ll love them.” She was smiling at you, beaming.

We’ll see about that.

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It made you a little sad when Frankie held the door open for the two of you as you walked into the bar. Nothing had changed, you knew that if you went to the last booth your combined initials would still be carved into the table. You knew that the second last stool was wobbly and if you sat there when you were too drunk, you’d fall and eat shit.

This is going to be fun.

Blessedly- thankfully- you did not sit at the last booth. When you walked in there had been a loud chorus of what you thought was the word ‘catfish’ which confused you profoundly, that is until you noticed Frankie laughing. They call you catfish? The people calling had slid a couple of tables together in the middle of the large room and had started the party without Frankie it seemed.

His smile was genuine when they greeted him and despite how you felt, despite how hurt you were that it wasn’t you on his arm - merging his home life with this army family he’d made - his happiness was lovely to behold. That smile, in this place was home. The bare bulbs hanging in this dingy bar, bathing him in golden light - seeing him like this made you ache, made you want to run your fingers through his hair. Made you want to kiss the little bald patch in his facial hair.

They all greeted Claudia and the spell was broken; it was almost overwhelming how much it hurt that it wasn’t you.

It should be me, it should have always been me.

“Okay okay - settle down, meet my best friend in the whole world. This is Spills.” He placed his hand at the small of your back - just barely - to bring you forward and they all smiled warmly at you.

“It’s nice to meet you - we’ve heard a lot about you.” A ruggedly handsome man with greying hair walked over to you and shook your hand warmly. He gave you a wink that suggested he knew more about you than you would have liked. “I’m Santi - but everyone calls me Pope.”

You went around as they all introduced themselves, a beautiful blond man named Will who called you sweetheart and gave you a -very welcome- lingering hug.

“Hey, I’m Benny - “ Frankie cut him off.

“Benny - behave please.” Frankie’s face was all smiles but you recognized the tone.

“I’m okay Francis. I can take care of myself.” You smiled at him sweetly and you shook Benny’s hand.

“Yeah Francis, let the lady speak for herself. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled and guided you to sit beside him. You chanced a glance back at Frankie and you thought you caught a look of recognition between him and Pope but you couldn’t dwell on that. Your emotional attachment to Frankie could have been warping your perception of everything.

I’m seeing what I want to see.

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Benny was chatty, he was sweet and a couple of years younger and you could tell he was a bit wild. Will - who you learned was his brother sat with the two of you and you learned about their childhoods, what had led them to join the army. You learned that Benny liked to box, which was strangely fitting and you learned that Frankie was one hell of a pilot.

At times you could almost ignore the rocks in the pit of your stomach, when Benny laughed and threw his arm around you. It felt nice to have someone pay attention to you this way, even if you weren’t exactly on the same wavelength. A little flirting couldn’t do any harm though and so you let it happen. You smiled sweetly and left his arm in place.

“So why do you guys call him Catfish?” The nickname was strange, he’d always been Frankie or Francis - Francisco when you were angry.

“Isn’t it obvious? Looks like a catfish with those ridiculous whiskers.” Will was laughing and when you looked back at him you found his gaze already fixed on you. On the closeness between you and Benny, you could see the way his eyes narrowed slightly.

Are you jealous right now? You’ve gotta be kidding me.

You could feel your blood boiling, was it all in your head? Were you just hoping that he’d be jealous of… what? Nothing was happening. Benny was cute, sure - but you didn’t want him.

I want you, you idiot.

Suddenly it was too much. You couldn’t be there surrounded by this part of his life that didn't include you. Pope walked over to the three of you as you got up - you needed to get out.

“Just going to grab some air - be back in a few.” You smiled as best you could, Will asked if you needed company, you declined politely.

The cool night air enveloped you when you opened the door - it helped a lot. There was a group of tables with ashtrays just outside the bar and you chose one of the empty ones. There was a gorgeous breeze out, you hadn’t realized how stuffy and suffocating it was inside.

Maybe it's just your brain.

“You okay Spills?” His voice crept down your spine.

“Yep - all good. You?” You could hear him approaching you, felt him sit next to you but you couldn’t look at him.

“I’m okay.” He sat beside you quietly, bumping his shoulder to yours. “What did you think of my friends?” You ignored his tone, somehow hopeful and bitter at the same time.

“They’re really nice, Benny and Will are sweet - Santi seems a little broody.” He laughed and you looked over at him - his big smile brought out your own.

“Just wait - once he’s comfortable around you he’ll never shut up. Those guys have been with me through a lot.” You kept forgetting that there was so much about his time away that you didn’t know. Things Claudia knew.

“You want to talk about it?” You bumped his shoulder back, knowing that sometimes he just needed to be asked. He looked at you strangely then, almost like he had just recognized you.

“Spills-” The door burst open with a loud laugh and Claudia came looking for him.

“Hey babe! Come on, they're making a toast.” She was all breathless smiles, wine dark lips and the end of your moment with him. He sighed loudly, a big smile on his face for her.

“Another time, let's go inside.” he said back to you as he walked towards her, towards Claudia and away from you.

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[so-writing]

Fix the Fucking Attitude + I Have No Idea Who You Are, but goddamn, I Already Hate You - Matthew Tkachuk

I got a few requests with Matty T and I decided to combine two of them.

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“First days are always difficult,” you mumbled to yourself as you washed your face, “but it’ll be good. This will be fine.”

Spoiler alert: It wouldn’t be fine.

It wasn’t your first go at working in a restaurant, you’d been doing it since you were a teenager, but it was your first time filling a general manager position. ‘Shape’ was an upscale eatery located in downtown Calgary that had a recently dwindling reputation due to poor management and hands off ownership.

It had recently been sold to new owners and they had hired you to run the restaurant. Despite having new ownership and management, most of both the front and back of house staff stayed on.

“Hi guys,” you stood at the front of the dining area in front of your new staff as you introduced yourself to your new, first, staff.

“I’m really glad we were all able to get together and finally meet. I know you all know each other, but I want to you to get to know me too, and I want you to know that I’m not one of those managers that sit in the office and do nothing. I’ve been in your position and I’ve had that type of manager more than once, so you can always come to me and ask for help or anything else. I am completely available to you guys because the only way this works is if we work together.”

“If you’re going to be that accessible, I’m going to need you to send me your number,” someone sitting at one of the tables against the back wall spoke up.

“Absolutely, I’m going to my post number outside the office and you can reach out to me whenever you want about whatever you want.”

“I can say whatever I want? Literally anything? That’ll be fun.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at whoever was being a clown and continued your speech, touching on what kind of boss you were, how you expected your staff to behave, among other things.

“Dave never cared what time we got to work, it was a miracle if we even fuckin’ showed!”

“Dave didn’t give a shit if we were nice to the customers!”

“Dave wanted nothing to do with uniforms, dude found them suffocating, sucks you’re gonna make us wear them!”

This idiot was constantly heckling you and you were reaching your breaking point. You had no plans to fire any of the old staff but this one was on his way out the door. It wasn’t until he said it, that you finally fucking lost your cool.

“Dave wouldn’t have sucked my dick though, so yeah, glad Dave’s gone!”

The mother fucking audacity of this idiot had you stopping in the middle of your sentence.

“Why don’t you come up here? You’ve got so much to say and we can’t all hear you clearly from the back of the restaurant, so come on up.”

“No problem, babe.”

You recoiled at the word but didn’t let it show. This fuck was probably like nineteen years old and, to you, that was a child and you had to keep your cool.

Matthew Tkachuk jumped out of his chair and made his way toward you, clapping his coworkers on the back the whole way. As soon as he was close enough, it was obvious to you that he wasn’t a stupid teenager and as annoying as it was, you found him kind of hot.

“Hello, pretty girl, I’m glad we’re finally meeting in person.”

You rolled your eyes and weakly shook his hand but didn’t miss the ocean blue color of his eyes and the way he ran his hand through his red, unruly curls.

“Hi Matthew. It’s not acceptable to call me pretty girl because I’m your boss now.”

“You know my name? I should be surprised but I’m not, of course you know who I am.”

You’d met plenty of people like Matthew Tkachuk. They were annoying, extra and incredibly narcissistic. The behavior wasn’t acceptable when you were working as a server, and now that you were in charge of a whole ass restaurant, it definitely wasn’t going to fly now.

This fucking idiot, you thought, I have no idea who you are, but goddamn, I already hate you.

“Lucky guess,” you dropped your customer service voice, “you’re not as fucking hot as you think you are, I promise. Also, fix the fucking attitude, because the last I checked, I was in charge here."

Matt was left speechless while the rest of the staff cheered in your favor. You knew this wasn’t the end, though. He had so much more shit to stir.

*

“Ooh, you look good today, gorgeous!”

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to fire Matthew Tkachuk because his family had helped fund ‘Shape’ so you had to deal with him.

“Shut up, you have tables that probably need water refills.”

You couldn’t fire him but that didn’t mean you were taking his shit.

“I took care of them already,” he leaned on the counter and flashed you his stupid white smile, “i’d love to take care of you next.”

“No thank you, Matthew, not now, not ever.”

“You sure? I’m incredibly giving when I want to be.”

“Good for you, go help the busser.”

“Nah,” he shrugged your statement off, “i’m gonna go take a break.”

This man, you learned he was a whole ass man in his twenties, got under your skin more than he should have and there wasn’t shit you could do about it.

So you dealt with it, with him.

For the time being.

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Notting Hill AU Snippet #6

When they finally leave her brother's house, Lena is simultaneously exhausted and wired. Exhausted, because even a good time takes it out of her, and yet wired because the world's most famous woman is right next to her on the sidewalk, nudging shoulders as they walk down the block. It makes for a heady combination, which is the only reason at all that Lena finds herself rising to Kara's challenge of climbing over a wrought iron gate to the garden beyond.

"For the record," she huffs, struggling to find purchase with her bare hands, "I am not dressed for this-- whoopsie daisy!"

What the FUCK did she just say?

"What did you just say?" Kara echoes, her smile audible in the dark.

"Nothing," Lena brushes off as she resets. "Just, trying to get a decent foothold-- whoops!"

She slips again, and this time Kara laughs, the sound loud and musical. "You said whoopsy daisy. Like some mid-century housewife--"

"You keep distracting me!"

"From what? Another whoopsy daisy?" Kara nudges her aside, dusting off her hands. "Step aside, miss priss. Watch the professional work."

Lena obeys, turning her head aside to avoid her nose brushing a very toned, very firm ass as Kara shimmied her way up and over the fence in one try. Lena's mouth goes dry at the smoothness of the motion, and the way Kara's arms strain against the slim cut of her blouse.

Kara may be an actress, but she's clearly no waif.

The woman in question grins at her from the other side of the fence. "You know, you say you're not intimidated by a silly rule, but I think there may be some subliminal hangups..."

Lena scowls. "Oh, like hell."

Boots scrabbling against the fenceposts, Lena hauls herself up through sheer willpower alone. By the time she lands on her feet on the far side, Kara has disappeared further into the garden. With a quiet curse, Lena brushes herself off and straightens her hair before trotting after her.

"Wow..." Kara breathes when Lena catches up. "It's like it's own little world in here."

Lena watches her observe the garden, noting the way her eyes sparkle in the faint light trickling in around them. The field they stand in is lush beneath their feet, and even in the dark the scent of fragrant flowers fills the air.

Kara makes her way over to a bench, and reads the inscription on. "To June, who sat on this bench every day. From John, who always sat beside her."

Lena smiles at the sentiment, and the way Kara's voice softens as she reads it. It's beautiful, and she says so.

"I guess some love does last forever," Kara remarks, half to herself. She sits on the bench, smoothing her hands across the wood as if to ask its owners for the privilege. After a moment, she notices Lena watching. "Come sit with me."

Lena does, and they spend the night with Kara's head on Lena's shoulders, looking at the stars.

---

The next night, they go on a proper date. Or at least they try to, except Lena can't find her glasses and Querl is absolutely no help in finding them, so she watches the entire movie through the prescription lenses of her snorkel mask.

Luckily, it only makes Kara laugh, even if it earns Lena a couple handfuls of popcorn in her hair from being pelted. Afterwards, Lena takes them to her favorite sushi restaurant, and makes a show of ordering in Japanese.

"Arigato gozaimasu," she finishes, handing over her menu. When she looks across the table at Kara, she's pleased to see she's impressed.

"Now how did you learn Japanese if you've never traveled?"

Lena shrugs. "I may have dated a few travelers in my day."

"Uh huh," Kara deadpans. "What else did they show you?"

Looking up, Lena lets a lascivious grin curl her lips. "Maybe I'll get to show you."

Lena revels in the fluster that marks Kara's acceptance of the sake that comes a moment later, and marks the red blush that heats under tan skin. The conversation shifts away, but continues, and Lena lets it, content with the impact she's made.

As the meal winds down, they linger a little bit, trading information they haven't shared yet.

"What's the one place you want to go, above all others?" Kara asks.

Lena sighs. "I don't know." Kara looks at her suspiciously, and Lena lifts her hands. "I could give you the same tripe I give any customer in my shop, but the truth is, the idea of travel has never really been the destination for me."

Kara looks surprised at that. "Oh?"

With a hum, Lena nods. "For me, it's always been more about who you're traveling with. And for a while there, I thought I had someone, but she never wanted to go anywhere. In the end, it turned out she just never wanted to go anywhere with me."

It still aches. Her split with Veronica had been so sudden, it split Lena's entire entire world apart. It had been bad enough to learn that Veronica had well and truly checked out of their relationship long before she ended it. To hear that Veronica had never really been in it in the first place had--

"Then she's an idiot," Kara says, bringing Lena out of her thoughts back to the present day. She reaches across the table, and links their fingers together. "And it's her loss."

Lena forces a grin. "Funnily, that's exactly what my therapist said..."

A round of raucous table from the table behind them drowns out whatever else she might have said. Glancing over, Lena registers a group of young to middle aged men in suits-- likely stock brokers, in this part of town. They were rowdy even when they came in, but now--a round of sake later-- they're downright obnoxious.

The next one who speaks doesn't bother to mind his words or his volume.

"Give me Kara Danvers any day."

Kara meets Lena's eye across the table, rolling her eyes as his buddy chimed in.

"Didn't like her last film. Fell asleep as soon as the lights went down."

"Don't care what the films like-- if it's got Kara Danvers, it's fine by me. I mean, have you seen that ass."

Lena's jaw clenches. Kara's hand slips away, as does her gaze.

"Oh hell yeah," another one continues. "And you know she's just begging for it. Never wonder how she got that gig in Dirty Dancing, did you?"

"It sure as hell wasn't because she could dance!" They all laughed. Lena shifts in her seat, blood boiling, but Kara catches her eye, shaking her head no. Too late.

Lena rises to her feet and marches to the offending table. "Excuse me, boys, but every single person in this restaurant can hear you. And while I'm perfectly happy to watch you reveal yourselves to be the absolute cunts you are, I take exception to the fact that you're talking about a very real person in the process."

The table stares at her, shocked.

"You." Lena glares at the worst offender. "Does your mother know you debase women with the same mouth you use to kiss her on the cheek? How about your girlfriend, though I find it incredibly doubtful you've managed to shag anyone with that kind of charm."

Kara tugs on Lena's arm, trying to pull her away. Lena almost goes, but turns back at the last minute, nearly colliding with the server hurrying in with the table's paid check.

"Actually, I'm not finished. Until each and every one of you learns a woman's favorite song, color and five year goal, you sure as hell don't get to wonder what flavor condom she prefers, you got it?" Her gaze lands on the platinum credit card in the ticket tray, and smirks in triumph when she sees it's a corporate card.

"And I'm sure that Lord Holdings will be thrilled to hear all about how their employees behave while they're out eating on the company's dime."

At that, the man she'd skewered a moment ago finally recovers enough to scoff. "Hah, and what do you care? What are you, her sister?"

"Actually," Kara speaks up, coming to stand beside Lena. "She's my date."

Dead silence follows as every single one of them registers who exactly is speaking. Finally, one of them tries to sputter an apology, but Kara waves it off.

"Oh, no, don't worry about it. I'm sure it was just joking between friends, just as I'm sure your dicks are the size of peanuts. Enjoy your dinner!"

With that, Kara turns away, snagging Lena's hand as she does. Allowing herself to be towed away, Lena flips them the vee and grins, then joins Kara in trotting out of the restaurant.

As soon as they hit the street they both start to cackle, drawing stares as they laugh maniacally. Lena's heart is pounding, as is Kara's, judging from the way she holds a hand against her chest.

"Oh, my god... I-- I've never done that before!" Kara laughs. "I don't know what came over me!"

"What, standing up for yourself? You're a natural!"

"No, you were amazing! I dunno, I just heard you and I saw you facing off against them all alone, and I just-- did that! I just did that!"

Kara laughs again, and Lena tugs her closer by the hips. Pressing a kiss to her lips, Lena smiles at her. "It looks good on you," she purrs. "You should do it more often."

Kara smiles back at her, rubbing her thumbs on the ridges of Lena's hips. "Maybe I will."

Lena could kiss her again, but Kara steps back, tugging them back in the direction of the hotel. "Walk me home?"

The walk back is spent in comfortable silence, but as they near the marquee of the Ritz, Lena's heart starts to pound for a whole new reason when Kara turns to her. "Wanna come up?"

Lena nods. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Kara gives a small of relief, and smiles. "Good. Give me five minutes."

The next five minutes are the longest of Lena's life. But she waits them, hands jammed into her pockets, and counts every second before finally allowing herself to head up to the room.

When she knocks, she isn't entirely sure what to expect. A robe, maybe, left open to reveal tantalzyingly firm abs. Matching lingerie, even, to match Kara's eyes.

What she doesn't expect is Kara fully clothed with panic in her eyes.

"You've got to go," Kara whispers.

Lena freezes, but keeps her smile in place. "Why?" she whispers back.

"Because my boyfriend, who was in America, is in fact here in the next room."

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[supraveng]

Moving On (3/?)

part 2

Summary: you have to confront your past….what could go wrong

Characters:  Sam Winchester x reader, former Bucky Barnes x reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, Kevin Tran, Dick Roman, Maria Hill, Nick Fury

Word Count: 2508

A/N:  sorry for the delay on part 3, (work has been crazy)....hoping to post the next chapter next week

does not follow any MCU story line; attempting an MCU/SPN crossover; let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapters

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You were in a daze and barely remembered getting back to your room, you heard Sam talking but you couldn’t grasp anything other than Thor telling you about your pregnancy.  Something that you would never expect to happen and you were certainly not ready for.  

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?” Sam looked at you worryingly.  

“Yea, uh, I um, I’m ok” you nodded “I am in need of a shower and uh, yea.”  Looking up at Sam, you saw the biggest smile on his face 

“I can tell you are worried, and I know this wasn’t your plan, but I’m so happy right now I can’t help it. We’re having another baby!” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a comforting hug.  

“I love you so much, Sam” just a hug from him helped your anxious thoughts to quiet down for a few moments.  “Wanna join me in the shower?” you winked as you turned and headed towards the bathroom.

Making your way back to the common room, after a very long and rejuvenating shower, you tried your best to focus on what to do next.  Your head is spinning, as excited as you are about having another child, this wasn’t planned and kind of throws everything out of whack.  

You huff as you plop down on the couch next to Kevin, watching Morgan and Joy have a tea party in the middle of the room with all of their favorite animals.  

“So Kev, we are probably heading home tomorrow, so if there is anything you want to see while in NY, now is your chance” you tell him knowing he’s been enjoying this trip as much as you have.  

“Oh, I thought we’d be here longer, I was hoping to catch a show, but I haven’t been able to find affordable tickets, so maybe next time” he shrugs in response.

“Don’t be silly, I’m sure i can have Tony pull some strings and get you tickets for tonight, or we could move your return flight home, whichever you prefer really. Anything for Kevin Tran, world’s best nanny” you smile at him and see the small blush on his cheeks from the praise.  

“I’m serious, whatever you need, just say the word, you have no idea how relieved I am when she’s with you, because I know you take such good care of her, I don’t worry for a minute, you Kevin, are a Godsend if there ever was one”

You could tell Kevin was a bit taken back, but he rarely took a compliment well so you simply squeezed his hand and offered a sincere smile before being interrupted by Sam as he joined the girls on the floor for tea.   

“What do my girls say to a picnic then maybe a trip to the park?”   

"That sounds like a great plan, but I have an appointment with Maria after lunch so I can't make it to the park, I'm sorry sweetie" you tell them as you go to join them for tea.  

"Well, we could picnic here and maybe play down at the lake, I'm sure Tony has a kayak or canoe I can take the girls on." Sam tells you as you adjust the flower crown on his head so it  doesn't fall in his eyes.  

"Are you sure you want to take care of 2 kids by yourself? I gave Kevin the rest of the day off"

"Of course, and I need the practice" he winks as he starts to tickle the girls.  "Ok, then I will get our lunch ready while you help the girls out of these beautiful gowns and into some play clothes''

 Lunch was an event, although both girls were always well behaved, they had a tendency to make a mess, or get distracted and try to follow the butterfly that came by for a visit.  By the time you were done, you were rushing to meet Maria in time, knowing that being late was not an option.   

You knew what needed to be done but not sure how she would take the info about Roman getting away, hopefully the few of his lackeys that were picked up would get you some important info.  

By the time you made it back to the compound you were mentally exhausted, and apparently your clan had a good day as they were spread out in the common room watching The Little Mermaid.  You had to laugh at how engrossed in the movie the adults in the room seemed to be, and was Steve singing along...no, you had to be imagining that.  

Finding a seat next to Nat, you looked around fondly at your two families combining so nicely.  

“So how did she take it?” Natasha whispered without taking her eyes off the screen.  

You hadn’t told anyone what your full intention of today’s meeting was, as far as everyone knew, you were going over the mission report and strategizing the next steps, but Nat always knew everything….now that you were having two kids, you really needed to figure out how to do that.  

“Well, she’s not thrilled but understands, Furry asked if he had to buy me a farm….whatever that means” you responded shaking your head.  

She snickered and simply responded with “Clint”, you hadn’t even thought of that, “ah, well, Sam Winchester is not the Mr. Mom type, so this is my only option”    

“And are you ok with that?” she asks, finally turning and looking at you. 

“Honestly, I can’t imagine anything better” you sigh as you look over at Joy napping on Sam’s chest.  

“Good, you deserve all the happiness in the world” she gives you a small hug.  “And Tony’s throwing a dinner tonight, since you are leaving tomorrow, so be prepared”  

You roll your eyes in jest, knowing Tony would probably do something like that, “well, in that case, I’m going to try and take a nap before dinner”.   

Getting up you make your way to Sam and bend over to place a small kiss on his head, “I’m going to try and grab a nap, do you two want to join me?” you whisper in his ear, not wanting to interrupt anyone’s movie time…..and now I’m certain Steve is singing along ang actually knows all the songs.  

He smiles and nods, following behind you and into the room you are staying in

Sam got Joy settled in her crib before turning back to me, pulling me into a much needed hug.  “How do you always know when I need you?” you mumbled into his chest.  

“That’s my job” he smiled down at you “so I take it the meeting didn’t go well?”  

"It went as well as could be expected, I'm just trying to wrap my head around the time frame I gave them. Two weeks is a bit short to transition my cases to someone else and pack up my apartment but, the sooner the better I suppose" you are rambling as Sam put Joy in her crib and is now sitting on the bed watching you. 

"You are relocating?  Are you moving back to NY? I didn't realize that was an option when you made this trip…..does this have anything to do with Bucky?" he barely whispers with a worried look on his face. 

"What? Sam, no, none of this has to do with Bucky" you aren't sure why he thought that and look at him confused.  

"I…..I remember how broken hearted you were when we met, if you still love him, I would like to know…..I deserve to know since you are the mother of my children" you had never seen Sam so distressed in your life.  

He was the most confident man you had ever met, the lawyer that owned the courtroom as soon as he walked in.  You couldn't believe that he would ever be concerned with someone you used to date. 

"Oh Sam" you hold his face in your hands as you settle in his lap. "There is nothing left between Bucky and I, he was a part of my past, and might be a friend in the future,  but you are the only man I have ever truly loved with my entire being" looking into his eyes you see some relief so you lean in and kiss him softly but passionately. 

"The meeting was my resignation, or retirement as SHIELD prefers to call it. I'm leaving DC so we can all be together in Kansas all the time."  

He looks at you shocked "you quit? You love your job, I didn't think you would ever leave."  

You smile at him "I do, I love my job, but my family,  you, our kids are so much more important than any job could ever be" 

"Our kids" he whispers as you runs his hand over your stomach "we're having another baby and our family will all be under one roof….this has been an incredible day" he looks at you lovingly before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close to him as possible. 

"I'm sorry I didn't explain that before I left, but you know how exhausted I was the first time, there's no way I could continue this case on Roman being pregnant. Speaking of, do you think we could change the wedding date?  If we stick with our current plan, I'll be a whale walking down the aisle" you grimace at the thought of waddling in a wedding dress. 

He chuckles at you before kissing you, "whatever you want is fine by me"  

"Do you think your mom would be ok with us planning something small in the next month or so, before I start showing?" 

He laughs at your excitement to move things along so quickly "mom would love it, she works well under pressure"  

"Ok, let's try to rest before your princess wakes up" Sam and you snuggle into the bed wrapped up in each other's arms.  

It felt like you had just closed your eyes when you suddenly felt the bed shift.  Opening your eyes slowly, you came face to face with beautiful hazel eyes, had it not been for the giggles and tiny hands patting your cheek, you might have thought you were looking at Sam.  

“Joy sweetie” you whisper “how did you get out of your crib?” pulling her down to snuggle with you a bit longer.  

“Tevin hep me out” she giggles again before getting up and climbing over you to sit on Sam’s torso.  He didn’t move, but you could tell by his breathing that he was awake, and most likely ready to strike on Joy at any moment.  

It’s one of the things you love when you are all under one roof.  Not living in the same state is hard, and you both worked really hard to make things as normal as possible for Joy, but seeing them together, simple little things like this made your heart swell.  

She adored her dad, and had no idea it wasn’t normal for you to all be in the same house, but that would soon change.  Before you were too lost in your thoughts, Joy was squealing while Sam was tickling her, the fake sleep surprise attack never failed. 

Looking at them you laughed and attempted to get out of the bed, but you heard Sam whisper “let’s get mommy” and before you knew it, you were being tickled and attacked by both of them.  

By the time the three of you made it to dinner, everyone was there and of course Tony had everything catered and a full staff serving, and of course he needed to make a toast to make sure everyone knew it was an official ‘family’ dinner. 

 Clinking his glass he raised it in the air and everyone followed suit, you were about to grab the wine glass but quickly changed to the water in front of you.  

“To an ever expanding family, salut” Tony cheered as everyone followed suit and took a drink.  The table was full of laughter and chatter from everyone, even Morgan and Joy were chatting away as the best of friends. 

“So Sam” Bruce turned toward Sam “how did you propose to Y/N?” for some reason, that question got most of the tables attention and everyone was looking at the two of you.  

“Well, which time?” Sam asked with a smirk.   

You knew that this would come to bite you in the ass one day, but you had hoped it was with Sam’s family, not yours.  

“Wait…..you proposed more than once?” Steve asked, you could tell he was trying to seem like it was an innocent question, but he was really trying to understand the person you had become since you left NY.  

“Three times to be exact” Sam said with more confidence than you had expected.  You shook your head knowing everyone expected an explanation and you were about to speak when Sam squeezed your hand under the table. 

“Well, the first time was when we found out that our little Joy was on the way.  However, in Y/N defense, we were only together 3 or 4 months at that point, so it probably felt a bit rushed.   The second was about 15 minutes after Joy was born and it was a very emotional day for all of us.  The successful proposal was just a few months ago, and we went on a little road trip, and I proposed at the same chapel where her parents were married” Sam turned to you fondly and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.  

“Wow, you are even more difficult than Pepper, I never realized that before” Tony smirked as he lifted his glass.  

“Very funny, Tony.   In my defense, the first two were spur of the moment emotional proposals and not thought through.  I didn’t refuse, but knew that you needed to really think things out before taking such a big step” you tried to explain your reasoning, but not sure if it was for yourself or everyone else. 

“They may have been spur of the moment, but they were most definitely thought through” Sam replies with a smug look while still eating and assisting your daughter with her meal.  

You looked up at him a bit confused and was about to ask more when he continued by bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles.  

“I bought that ring after our 3rd date, I just had to convince you that I wanted you for who you are and not what you have given to me since we met.”  

You were shocked, you had no idea he knew for that long that he wanted this life with you, it had all felt it just happened and you went with it.  You were actually speechless at this point and could see the glint in his eyes as you processed what he said.   Leaning in, you kissed him gently and looked into those amazing hazel eye, this is where you always belonged. 

#Marvel AU #marvel fanfic #MARVEL FANDOM #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #spn fandom #supernatural fanfiction #SUPERNATURAL AU #supernatural fandom #tony stark #dick roman #sam wilson #sam winchester x reader #Sam Winchester #bruce banner #kevin tran #bucky barnes #steve rogers #avengers reader insert #supernatural reader insert

[nashibirne]

Against All Odds - 19

Today we have to say goodbye to Anna and Henry, this is the last chapter of "Against All Odds".

I'm really a little sad and melancholic. This was my first story here on Tumblr and it has been quite a ride. But it's time to let go and give them the happy ending they deserve. I initially planned to leave it to pure fluff and exclude smut but somehow my hand slipped...it just came over me...and them. So lots of fluff and some smut ahead. Enjoy!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Anna) Warnings: Lots of fluff, some smut, NSFW, 18 +, sex, dry humping, masturbation, thigh riding, slight daddy kink / male dom, choking, public sex, unprotected sex. Unbeta'ed! English is not my first language, so consider yourself warned, there might be bad grammar and wrong spelling ahead.

All previous parts can be found here: Masterlist

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So here we go...let the grand finale begin...

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When Henry looked out of the window after his morning routine almost three month after the encounter with Lestat he cursed internally. The weather was really shitty. It was raining lightly and fog was swirling above the woods and meadows that surrounded his farm. He could only hope that the forecast was right and the sun would show soon. He needed this day to be perfect and sunny weather was only a little part of a bigger plan.

It turned out he was lucky. When Anna and Henry walked the dogs together in the afternoon the sun was shining bright from a cloudless blue sky. It was warm for this time of the year and there was a light breeze that rustled through the trees.

"Why don't we take another route today, princess?" Henry looked at Anna with a smile. 

"Sure, where do you want to go?"

"This way." Henry pointed to the left and Anna seemed to be not too enthusiastic about his idea.

"Is that even a regular path? It looks quite overgrown. The dogs will be full of ticks again and we're going to rip our clothes. I'm wearing a brand new jacket." She looked at him with a frown.

Shit.

This was so typical for Anna. She was a practical person, always reasonable, and he loved it that she was so down to earth but today he needed her to take this god damn path. Otherwise his surprise wouldn't work. 

"I just want to discover new places, Baby. Expand our horizons. It's going to be fun." Henry said before he brought up the big guns. It was time for poetry.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." 

Henry recited with a grin.

"Wow...Robert Frost… I'm impressed." Anna laughed. "Don't be. You made me watch 'Dead Poets Society' three times. I know every single poem that was quoted in that very good movie."  Henry pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the forehead tenderly. "Come on." "Fine. I'm willing to follow you anywhere. Oh Captain, my Captain." Smiling, she gave him a peck on the cheek.  "Captain. I like the sound of that." Henry smirked and took her by the hand.

They followed the path for a while and it turned out that Anna was right. It was overgrown, almost jungle-like in some areas, so they had to climb over some trunks and bushes and squeeze through a thorny bramble hedge but Anna didn't complain. On the contrary. She loved the picturesque atmosphere and took dozens of pictures with her mobile. 

"This is really lovely, Henry. I'm glad we chose this path. It was a good idea to try something new." She beamed and kissed him happily. He chuckled. "Are you saying I was right?" "I wouldn't go that far." Anna grinned before she took another series of photos.

After half an hour and a lot of stumbling through the undergrowth they reached the regular path, that led to a large meadow, that was surrounded by hedges and a low stonewall. Anna took a look around with a frown. "I know this place…" "Yeah, you should." Henry winked and it dawned on her. "This is the place where we first met. Oh my god, Henry. I crouched over a fly agaric over there when Kal knocked me over." "Yes. And I came to your rescue and fell for you almost instantly." He took her in his arms and pulled her close. "That was exactly one year ago." His voice was soft and full of love. "Really? I totally forgot about the date. I'm so unromantic...sorry, Baby." "Don't worry, princess. You have other qualities." Henry smirked before kissing her. He let his hands slide to her ass, giving it a squezze which made Anna moan. "Behave, Cavill." She gave him a sexy smile. "No way." He kissed her again, passionately this time and she returned the kiss with the same vigour. When he finally pulled away he left her panting for breath. "Wow...this keeps getting better and better." "Oh...just wait for it." Henry walked over to a large lime tree and reached behind the trunk. When he turned around again he held a basket in his hands. "Picnic!" Anna cheered. "Oh Darling...this is such a great surprise. And you know I hate surprises...normally." "But not today."  "No, today I love it."

Henry smiled and started flattening a checkered blanket right under the lime. He sat down and patted on the free spot beside him. "Come on, princess. Sit down and let me show you what I've got for you." "There's nothing I'd rather do." Anna plopped down on the blanket, watching Henry unpack the basket. He placed two plates, cutlery, two glasses and a bottle of rosemary water on the blanket. To Anna's big surprise he even raked out the little Bluetooth speaker that normally stood in his kitchen. He connected it to his mobile and started his 80s rock playlist.

"Wow, you've thought of everything. But what about food?" "Mylady wishes for food, mylady shall have food." Henry grinned and got various boxes out of the basket, opening them he started to explain what he had prepared for them. "We have different kinds of cheese, grapes, olives, cherry tomatoes, nuts and raisins, Belgian filled Chocolates plus...and I can proudly say in advance that this is homemade by me...a loaf of delicious freshly baked bread." Anna clapped her hands, beaming all over her face. "Henry...this looks heavenly." "Let's eat then, my love."

Anna was right, the food was delicious and they enjoyed their little picnic very much, taking their time to taste all the things Henry had prepared, chatting and laughing, watching the dogs play and just savouring this carefree time of togetherness. When they were done with eating they cleared the blanket and stuffed everything except the speaker back into the basket. 

Anna cuddled up in Henry's arms. He was sitting under the lime tree now, his back leaning against the trunk. 

"Thank you so much, Baby. This was such a perfect surprise and such a lovely picnic." "Oh we're not done yet...I have another surprise for you." Henry cleared his throat and was about to get up but Anna was faster. She straddled his lap before Henry realized what she was up to.

"Really, Mr. Cavill? Another surprise?" She whispered in his ear. "Is it big?" She looked at him with a smirk before she kissed him. Henry grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. It got hot and erotic very fast. Anna started to rub her pussy against the bulge in his jeans slowly, she felt his hard on through the woolen fabric of the leggings she wore under her denim skirt.

"Oohh...it is big. Huge even." she said, still riding him. "That's not what I meant when I said I had another surprise, babe." Henry moaned. His hands were under her shirt now, stroking her full breasts through her bra. "Do you want to stop?" Anna moved her body away from his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs now. She let her hands slide over his crotch, massaging his dick through his trousers, looking at him innocently.  "Princess…." he growled, grabbing her hips, making her move on his thigh. Anna let out a muffled moan. The friction between his massive leg and her sensitive pussy was pure pleasure even though there were three layers of fabric between his skin and hers. "Henry…" Anna started riding his thigh looking at him. She sighed and licked her lips. "...we have to be quiet and very discreet."  "Don't worry, baby girl. This is private property. Nobody's here except us." "I know...just in case…" Anna was already out of breath because she had picked up speed, rubbing against Henry in a faster rhythm now. Her moans were getting louder. "Do you like it, baby? Riding my thigh like a cheap little slut?" Henry hissed through clenched teeth. His hard-on was throbbing in his jeans painfully. "Rubbing your tight little pussy over me?" Anna just sighed and leaned in to kiss him but Henry stopped her. "Answer me, princess." "Yes...yes, Daddy. I love it." She groaned, feeling her orgasm coming closer and closer. "Good girl. I'm going to reward you." Henry slapped her ass before he started fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. Anna stopped moving, watching him agape with big eyes. "Keep moving, baby."  Henry ordered and Anna obeyed but her eyes never left his hands that were now getting out his rock hard dick. He started stroking himself, letting out a long moan. "Yeah...that's it." He said, locking eyes with Anna. "That's it, princess. Watch me, watch me touching my big cock. Look at me and come for me." "Oh, god...I love your dick, Daddy. It's so thick…" Anna whispered in a sweet voice, panting and moaning while she rode his thigh harder. "No talking, princess." Henry slapped her ass again with his free hand, the other hand pumping his dick that was glistening with pre cum. "But Daddy…" Anna shrieked when she felt the hand that had just slapped her ass on her throat. "No talking…." Henry growled. "Just come for me." The way he squeezed her throat with well measured pressure, giving her the feeling of being completely at his mercy, combined with the sight of his big hand jerking himself off was enough to send her over the edge. Her orgasm was long and intense and she rode it out devouring the sensation. "Good girl." Henry sighed and it took him just another few thrusts into his hand to cum too. Anna leaned forward, resting her forehead on his. "Wow...Baby….that was something. I've never had sex fully dressed before." She grinned at him and gave him a tender kiss. "Yeah, it was great…even though it wasn't part of my plan." Henry smirked, grabbing a napkin to clean up the mess his cum had left on his jeans and Anna's jacket. Anna laughed and got up, straightening her clothes. "So what was your plan? What's the other surprise you have for me?"

Henry looked at her with a frown, getting up too. "You really want to know?" 

"Of course."

"Okay. Then...let's dance." He winked at her with a sly smile and grabbed his phone. He started searching through the playlist and stopped it before playing a certain song.

"May I ask for this dance?" He held out his hand to her and Anna gladly took it.

"Sure." She said and Henry pulled her close and they started to sway their bodies to the music. It was "Forever" by Kiss that was playing. A beautiful ballad Anna and Henry liked a lot. They had made slow, sensual love to this song countless times.

I see my future when I look in your eyes

It took your love to make my heart come alive

'Cause I lived my life believing all love is blind

But everything about you is telling me this time...

Anna looked at Henry and he kissed her. It was a tender kiss, full of love and devotion.

...it's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

Forever, until my life is through

Girl I'll be loving you forever.

When the song was over Henry took a step back, reaching into his pocket, getting out a little box. He had planned this for so long, had played it through in his head again and again but now he was a nervous wreck all of the sudden. He took a deep breath before getting down on one knee opening the box, presenting her a beautiful engagement ring. 

Anna gasped when she realized what was happening. She bit her lip, holding her breath.

"Anna, my love. I know it's only been a year since we met and 9 months that we're together but though this is quite a short span of time it has been the most wonderful and happy time in all my life. You complete me, Darling. You make me whole, you are my home, my heart, my soul, my everything. I love you more than I could ever say and therefore I'm kneeling here, asking you if you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Anna Wagner...do you want to marry me?"

Anna let out a deep breath, beaming with joy.

"Yes...oh my god...yes, Henry. Of course I want to marry you." She took his hands, dragged him up and pulled him into a tight embrace before kissing him tenderly.

"I love you, Cavill."

"I love you, princess."

******

Three years later

When Anna came back from her appointment in town to Old Johnson's Farm in the  afternoon she found Henry sleeping on the couch peacefully. Their little boy Peter -they had named him after Anna's late father- was sleeping on Henry's broad chest, snoring softly, Kal was lying at Henry's feet, snoring not quite so softly.

Anna couldn't help but smile like a love-struck fool. This was all she'd ever wanted. A loyal man, who truly loved and respected her, a home, a family. And now that she had it, it was even better than she could have ever imagined. Henry was a perfect husband and a fantastic father - loving, caring, patient and still the dorky nerd, she had fallen for four years ago. 

After Peter had been born Henry had stepped back from work for a year to spend as much time as possible with them and to have Anna's back who had started to work again part-time after three months. Henry had done a lot of audio books over the last sixth month -it was work he could easily do at home- and he really liked it. Of course it had been a huge success. Henry didn't really get why but Anna knew every time she heard his deep, dark voice that felt like velvet in her ears.

Pete was 14 months old now and from next week on Henry would be away for a while to shoot the next Witcher season. She was a little scared of the times that were awaiting her. It would be the first time for them to be apart for so long and the first time for Anna to face the fact that her husband was going to shoot sex scenes with attractive young women like Anya Chalotra. But she knew she would be able to deal with it. It was already decided that she and Peter would visit Henry on set to meet his co-stars and to get a feeling for his work and the process of acting.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Peter's babbling. She took him from Henry's chest into her arms and hugged him gently. "Shush...little pea...we don't want to wake daddy." She whispered in his ear before kissing his soft, chubby cheeks several times. 

Henry seemed to realize that Peter's weight on his chest was missing and he mumbled something incomprehensible before he turned around, but he didn't wake up. Anna knew he was exhausted. He had been up all night to calm down Pete who was teething. Anna wanted to take turns but Henry wouldn't let her because she had to get up early for work.

"Come on, pumpkin. Let's go feed the horses and let daddy and Kal get some sleep. You wore them out last night."

She smiled when she took another look at the man she loved. "It's really good that your dad has such a broad chest." She said softly to her son with a happy smile on her face. "With a little luck there will be two little pumpkins sleeping on it in seven months' time."

THE END

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #cavillry #henry cavill x ofc #slow burn #friends to lovers #smut

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Idk why I want it, but. Mipha and Von??? Maybe something spicy?

Weird choice, but hey! Let's mix things up! I mean, I will lewd anyone if asked, so!

Von could behave himself. For the most part. That's what he was telling himself when he was helping Mipha out. Link was out of Hyrule, something about family or whatever, and Kohga, ever the sweet dude, wanted to make sure Mipha had someone to help out. So, Von was in charge of being at her beck and call. Though he was excited, he kinda realized he wasn't the best choice. Because as he was standing there, in her kitchen, he kept checking her out.

Not that it was his fault. She was a cute little lady. Small, sweet, like fresh cherries, and when you combine that with an ass like that, well, he definitely wanted to pop that cherry. But he recalled Kohga's words, vividly;

'If you don't behave yourself, I'm going to tie your dick to a sand seal, and let it fucking run off'

Yeah. Kohga REALLY cared for Mipha.

"Von? I hate to bother you- could you fetch the smoked paprika for me?"

"Sure, sure. The second you stop calling yourself a bother, that is."

She smiled a bit as she contuined her cooking.

"Apologies. I'm just not used to having a man to 'boss around' as Kohga put it. It feels so excessive, I don't expect Zora soldiers to be so ready for an order."

Von shrugged as he reached up to grab the spice she asked, bringing it to the table.

"Eh, you know Kohga. He just wants to make sure you're pampered. Like a sugar daddy, but without the sugar. So like. Splenda daddy I guess-you get my point."

She nodded, a bit of a giggle at her lips. Von didn't know why but...she always laughed at his jokes. No one really did that. He leaned over the counter, lightly bumping her with his hip.

"You like laughing at my jokes, don't ya?"

"You have great humor. My father always said great humor meant an even better heart."

Her eyes went to his chest, before her cheeks flared up, and she returned to her food. Was she just checking out his chest? Nah. Had to be just in his head. He pulled back a bit, realizing he was sort of making her uncomfortable.

"It's uh...good saying. Er, imma go hang out on your couch, come get me if you need me, yeah?"

She nodded, and he exited the kitchen. He hopped onto the sofa, and pulled out the slate. Message from Master Kohga.

'How is she doing? Is she missing Link?'

'If she does, she's not telling me. She seems fine rn, she's making dinner for us. I offered, but she's more stubborn than I thought'

'That's my girl. And YOU'RE behaving, right?'

'I'm being more of a gentleman than I've ever been. Hell, I took the groceries in for her, held open doors and shit- my mama would be proud to see me. If she wasn't blind'

'Just making sure. Glad I picked you for this, hate the idea of her being lonely. Keep me updated, if she looks like she needs ANYTHING, you tell me.'

'Got it boss, ttyl'

He was about to look through some random videos online, when Mipha cried out from the kitchen.

"Von! Dinner's ready!"

He got off the couch, and walked into the kitchen. She set the table up, real fancy looking. Von wasn't a picky eater, so anything she'd make would've been welcomed-

"Are those...pork cutlets?"

"Yes! Kohga told me they were your favorite, and I wanted to thank you for dealing-er, spending so much time with me. You've been kind."

"Huh. No wonder Kohga likes you so much. Well, thanks, I appreciate that."

Von sat at the table, and tucked in. Usually he had better table manners, but holy SHIT was this good pork. Mipha barely touched her food before Von started to pig out, and it clearly amused her.

"Oh, you eat just like Link does. He loves my food."

"I can see why- this is honestly SO good, he's lucky he gets to eat this all day."

"Oh I've never made pork cutlets before."

Von's surprise clearly amused her, and he was so surprised, he had to put his bowl down.

"This is your FIRST try? Ganon, you're a talented lady. Link is real lucky to have someone like you."

"That's very kind of you. Genuinely."

He nodded, before choosing to just shut up and eat. He finished his bowl so fast, he wanted to eat it all over again. She pushed a plate of vegetables towards him, nodding.

"Don't forget your vegetables, now."

"If you made it, I sure as shit won't-er, sorry. Don't tell Kohga I swore, he might beat my ass."

She chuckled as he practically destroyed those vegetables. They were seasoned perfectly, cooked till soft-he could eat this stuff like pigs could eat slop.

"I won't. Believe it or not Von, I'm not some innocent flower as many think. Oh, you got a mess on your shirt."

He looked down at his clothes, and realized he did in fact, drop something on his shirt, leaving a grease stain. He was about to grab a napkin, when she did it for him. As in, she put one hand on his chest, and using his other hand to dab at the spot.

"I'll throw your things in the wash. But you need to dab it first, lest the stain...sets."

Her eyes met his. She had such pretty eyes. Amber, much like her brother's, only softer. He hesitated, unsure of what to do, before she suddenly pulled away, suddenly looking stiff as a board, before she turned, digging into the fridge.

"H-hey, why don't we have some dessert? I got this recipe from Kohga!"

What was that. What the shit was happening? He shook his head. Maybe he was just imagining things. She came back with a rather pretty looking banana cream pie, and he watched as she licked a bit of whipped cream on her finger. She had such a cute little tongue. Not that he was paying attention, he had pie to eat.

----------------------------

He didn't know when he woke up. He just knew that when he did, that there was a reason for it. He slept in the guest bedroom, while Mipha slept in her own. He got up, decided to just stick to his underwear and mask, and walked into the living room. It was dark. He tried to listen. There was...whimpering. It was slight, but it was there. He was slow as he walked to her bedroom, and opened the door. He wished he knocked. Why?

Because Mipha was currently in there, fucking a dildo that was stuck to the wall. She stood there, bouncing on it while one hand covered her mouth, and the other held onto the bed in front of her. He should be looking away, at least SAY something so she could stop. But he just sat there, watching. She looked good, cheeks all red, eyes all hazy, and her pussy leaking all over the toy.

He didn't even mean to start touching himself. He just. Did. He was stroking himself, just so fucking jealous of that toy fucking such a cute pussy.

"Just a little more, please, I'm so close, I'm so close-"

He wanted her to cum. He wanted to watch that face when she climaxed. But instead, he watched her face as she saw him there.

"VON-"

She was so surprised, she fell to the floor with a rather loud 'thud'. Kohga was gonna fucking kill him. He jumped into the room, and immediately dove down to see if she was okay, not noticing that he just pinned her underneath him.

"Oh no no- Mipha, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Her eyes met his, and he felt her hot breath tickle his lips. She spoke not a word. She just looked at him, and wrapped her arm around his neck. He couldn't take it anymore. He picked her up off the floor, tossed her onto her bed, and grabbed her cute ankles. He pushed them till they were at the side of her head, and slipped his dick right inside of her.

"You're...m-much bigger than the toy-!"

She whimpered her words, and In a hot second, she was crying for him, practically worshipping him for every thrust inside of her. She was so small, he saw himself bulge inside of her, and he filled her up effortlessly. He buried his face in her neck, loving how she smelled like water lillies.

"You don't need some stupid toy. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck this cute little pussy, I'll stuff it full. You just ask, and I'll fucking give it to you."

She was so wet, she was soaking the sheets below them, she was so loud, he swore people outside could hear her fucking getting it. It was even hotter when she dug her claws right into his back, just the way he liked it. And her bashful nature...suddenly wasn't so bashful. Her small, delicate lips turned into a snarl full of sharp teeth, and her voice was damn near demanding.

"Harder. I want to be properly fucked, and be properly fucked NOW."

He'd be a shitty gentleman if he refused a request from his lady. So, he gave her harder. He gave her faster. He fucked her exactly like she deserved, and when she was close, he reached a hand down below, and rubbed her cute little clit. And he was right. Mipha looked SO cute when she came. Her toes curled, her eyes went hazy, and her pussy clenched around his cock, damn near squeezing the cum from him. How he held it in was a total miracle. He spoke somehow, through his panting and through his sweating.

"I-i didn't ask, should I c-cum inside or-"

She put her hand on his chest, pushing him off. He thought she was mad somehow, only to get on her knees, and wrap her small chest around his cock, pushing him back and forth. No fucking way. He was getting a tit job from a PRINCESS. And he got to finish, all over her face and her chest. He sat there, cock still twitching from his damn good orgasm, when he realized.

NOW Kohga was gonna fucking kill him.

#asks #Von #Mipha #Lemon #this was definitely a unique request #but hey! i like new

[kisskissbanggang]

Preoccupied

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[3.2k, 100% smut, sub!Chan x dom!Female reader, idol!au, femdom, teasing, fingering, pegging, Sir/Miss dynamic] 

Chan was notorious for taking longer to do the same tasks working late at night than he did during the day. During the day, he would be holed up in the studio for only a few hours before he got pulled away to do something else, but once the sun went down, he could be in there almost until the sun came back up. He would say he just got preoccupied, but everyone was more aware than Chan was that he didn’t like to think he was restless, and it clearly made it difficult for him to focus.

So, in abusing their powers as management, you were assigned to hang out in the studio with Chan at night as his production assistant. The angle, it appeared, was to imply that maybe if he had some help with all his hard work, he wouldn’t be up so late. The trick, apparently, would have to be that he didn’t know, so he couldn’t refuse beforehand.

Which meant that now Chan was staring at you, confused, as you let yourself into the room. He vaguely recognized you from meetings, and he spent that whole first night hardly getting any work done at all. The next night you were together, you made a point to look into it while he tried desperately to focus on his screen.

“Do you wish I wasn’t here, sir?” You asked as you hung out on the couch in the small studio, straight and to the point. Chan hung his head.

“No, it’s not that,” he sighed, “don’t think of it as a you problem at all. And please don’t call me sir. I just can’t believe management. They never had a problem before. This was always my time. That was the whole point.”

If you hadn’t been looking up from your laptop you would’ve missed it, but sure enough as Chan sat up to stretch his back and roll his shoulders, his hands slid up his thighs and you could see him subtly — but unmistakably — squeeze himself.

My time. Of course. The little deviant was in here every other night to jerk off in peace and maybe get some work done, and now you were fucking up everything. But maybe you didn’t have to. Admittedly, not only was everyone aware of Chan’s miserable work/sleep balance, but that he was handsome and eager to please, and you were certainly privy to this observation as well. You decided to be a good assistant and make yourself available. Chan rolled and rotated his shoulder again, combined with a flex in his neck to obviously try and work something out.

“You look sore,” you casually observed, “rough day at practice, sir?”

Chan shrugged and winced. “You don’t have to call me sir, really. I landed on my hand wrong when I went to slide on my knee and ended up overextending.”

“Can I take a look at it? I bet you haven’t told anyone yet.”

He smirked over his shoulder as he nodded for you to come closer. Chan rolled out the chair next to him. “What makes you say that?”

“You don’t like to cause trouble,” you grinned as you closed your laptop and sat beside him. You wheeled the computer chair more behind him and gingerly felt his bothersome shoulder. Nothing felt actually injured, thankfully.

“You got me,” Chan smiled softly. “Prognosis, doctor?”

“I’m sure if you keep off it for a night and hopefully a day you’ll be just fine,” you mused, “but maybe you can rub it out in the meantime.”

“What?” He asked suddenly, his eyebrows dubiously raised.

You raised yours in turn, hoping to take the heat down a little. “Like a massage. I give great back rubs if I do say so myself. Want one?”

Chan relaxed, but not without letting the wary look in his eye linger on you, all over you. It was almost hilarious how instantly excited he was by the prospect. “A back rub? Sure, I’d love one.”

You started so genuinely, letting the heels of your palms press into Chan’s tense back, his knotted shoulders, and he was even letting himself enjoy it. He relaxed back into the chair, his head lolling back a little before he actually groaned in satisfaction, but even then you waited to see if he would give a little more of a hint that he was enjoying it on more than a professional level.

Finally, you got your wish. Chan’s hands gripping the armrests of his chair caught your eye, just like his hips writhing the smallest amount in his seat. You would test the waters, of course, and make sure you weren’t pushing him as you scooted your chair closer. “You know, I bet you carry a lot of tension here, too,” you noted as you let your prodding fingertips run over the front of shoulders, almost down over his chest. He froze momentarily, but he quickly relaxed into you as your hands slowly led your arms to wrap around him from behind, massaging and even teasingly groping him from time to time. His eyes seemed to watch your wandering hands, even as his breathing hitched when you playfully grabbed at his defined pectorals or even teased your fingers down towards his toned stomach. Chan shivered as your lips ghosted over the expanse of his neck, but he hesitated to ask you to actually do it. It looked like you would have to keep teasing until he pushed more, and you were happy to do so.

“What are you going to do to me?” Chan finally, quietly asked, his voice wavering under the weight of his curious arousal.

“You’re the boss,” you shrugged with a grin, “you tell me. I’m here to help you, remember?” You wondered if this was it, if this was where Chan would suddenly come to his senses and put an end to all this.

“Touch me.”

Chan’s request was hushed, bashful, but you weren’t going to let him get away with it that easily. “Touch you where?” You firmly encouraged him, your lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear and making him shudder. “Show me.”

You watched, endlessly pleased as Chan timidly took your hand and guided it down his torso to the thick erection presenting itself through his pants. He pathetically groaned as he figured out you were waiting for him to say it. “I’m so hard. Please touch my cock.”

“Yes sir,” you softly cooed with a smile. Chan whimpered as you all too easily worked his pants open and got a grip on him. He keened at your touch, his hips desperately trying to rut into your hand before you snaked your fingers into his hair and yanked him to lean his head back against your shoulder. “No touching, sir,” you condescended as you pressed your lips to his exposed neck, “you’re supposed to be letting someone else do all the work.”

“Yes, you’re right—“ Chan struggled out as he squirmed, “you’re just — fuck — you’re going so fast.”

“You’ve been staying up too late, remember?” You laughed, loving his beleaguered exhales fighting to stay quiet, “It’s bad for business. You’re supposed to be getting more rest, so I’m helping wear you out.”

“But do you have to go so fast?!” Chan whined, now much more dire as you were making a mess out of his cock, his precum streaked along the length and pooling at the base. When you squeezed, he actually whimpered like a little dog.

“Maybe if you’re good we’ll take it slow next time,” you simpered before you lightly swatted the head of his cock before stroking him again. Chan dumbly nodded, clearly intrigued by the idea of doing this again before he threw his head back in shocked pleasure, only compounded as you lightly bit into his throat and surprised him into an orgasm. You let him spurt into your hands as he sighed in ecstasy, and he didn’t shy away as you made him help you lap up the mess.

Even after he curled up on your lap and dazedly scrolled through his phone on the couch for an hour, humming contentedly as you stroked his hair, Chan still walked you out at midnight, only a few hours after he’d arrived. Management was thrilled. Still, you both refused to reveal your little secret. When you saw each other at a meeting the next day, you both starkly avoided eye contact. He did look cute being a little nervous, though. It made you want more.

So this continued, every other night arriving at the studio to find Chan dutifully waiting for you to call him Sir even while you tortured his dick and made him whimper. He even played into the game. You would be Miss, just like any good assistant, and soon enough Chan learned to sit still while you ground your pussy against his thigh after you pulled his pants down around his ankles. He could even behave while you had him bent over your lap so you could milk his abused cock until he pretty much cried into his orgasm.

But it was a night where you were doing just that when he surprised you. As you gleefully soothed and spanked him with his pants pooled around his shoes, Chan seemed to writhe and squirm each time your fingers brushed up between his legs, getting dangerously close to his hole in a way that was only supposed to make him bashful, but you heard it. You heard the distinct impassioned whine you’d come to adore. His low groans hitched into a yelp as you clutched his length between his legs, your fingers on your other hand reaching over to tease his entrance some more.

“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” Your tone was saccharine, mischievously affectionate. He hesitated before nodding timidly. “Say it, sir. I can’t help you if you don’t.”

“Please, miss,” he croaked, “please touch me there.”

You saved him the added embarrassment of making him be more specific as you made him suck on your fingers anyway, making sure to force him to be nice and sloppy so he could really feel how deliciously naughty this was for you when you pressed the wetted tips of your pointer and middle fingers against his entrance. It didn’t take long before he couldn’t keep his legs shut, rutting against your lap like a slut and his cock and parted lips both drooling on the floor as you worked your digits deep inside him. Chan came so hard in the palm of your hand this time that he almost cried. You gladly held him in your arms after that, even allowing yourselves some extra time to really calm down and hang out so you could kiss his hair and let the aroused flush escape his cheeks. Management wouldn’t be thrilled, but you were, as you chastely kissed Chan goodnight on his cheek with an invitation to be waiting and ready for you next time.

And he was. Ever the gracious boss, you entered the studio to see Chan straddling his usual computer chair backwards, his legs hanging off the sides as he seemed to casually be working. It was wordless, the way you closed the door behind you and sauntered over, but you could both feel how heightened the two of you were. You plucked off the hood of his pullover and stroked your fingers through his hair before you pulled open your bag. He turned to watch now, cutely curious and eyes widening as you set a bottle of lube beside the console. Next, you drew out a modest strap-on with a small vibrator attached. You savored his apprehensive gulp, the way his hands flexed open and closed where they rested on his knees, but he nodded in anticipation nonetheless as you lifted the hem of your skirt and revealed your lack of panties. You pulled on the harness and let the vibrator nestle against your clit, stroking your rubber cock for effect before you took his chin in your hands and pulled him close.

Chan quickly got the idea as his lips touched the tip of your fake cock, and he actually let out a self-conscious moan as he sucked it deep in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing to take in the girth. You smirked as you gripped his hair and fucked his mouth, his pouty lips looking so pretty and shiny with spit where they wrapped around your length. Finally, you pulled him off of you, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your faux dick before you turned him back to face the desk. You pulled out the chair next to him and slid up right behind him just like that first night, only this time you worked his pants and underwear down and around his ankles before you pulled his ass back towards you on the chair.

Your fingertips met much less resistance this time when you played with his entrance, and you smiled thinking of Chan experimenting at the dorm in his free time. He shivered as you grabbed the lube and applied it liberally to the dildo and you got up some, pressing a hand to the small of his back to make him arch his hips before you could tease your length between his legs.

“Please,” Chan licked his lips and groaned, not even needing to be told to ask for it anymore, “please fuck me, miss. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Yes sir,” you smiled as you prodded the head of your cock against his hole. Chan shuddered and let out a series of broken moans and whimpers as you slowly rocked your hips against his ass, his depths gradually becoming more used to how much your length was filling him up. You both shivered now as you bottomed out, your fake cock now flush to the hilt inside him. Chan hissed our a curse under his breath, clutching onto the chair he was bent over as you began to fuck him, and you knew there was little to no need to be gentle anymore. Rather quickly, you were able to manhandle him into quite the compromising position, wantonly sucking and drooling on your fingers as your other hand teased and groped his defined chest, even pinching and thumbing his erect nipples to make him squeal.

“Tell me you like it,” you sweetly commanded as you gripped his hips.

“I love it, miss,” Chan automatically obeyed, “I feel so fucking full.” You gave your good boy a satisfied smack on his ass as you fucked him, making him beg and plead for more. And, of course, if he wanted more you would give him more. You snatched him by the hair and arched his back to pull him close, making him cry out before you clapped a hand over his mouth.

“You know what you need to do tonight, sir?” You darkly smiled.

“What, miss?” He struggled out between your fingers.

“You’ll need to make me cum first. Now I want to see what other positions I can put you in.” You tapped a hand on Chan’s hip to let him know you were pulling out before you gently grappled him from his chair. He got the feeling back in his fawn legs for a moment before you tossed him back onto the couch. He watched, rapt and entirely at your mercy as you pulled him to the edge of the seat, tugging his shoes and pants off so you could more easily draw his knees up to his chest and pin them there. Just to add more to the burn of humiliation he seemed to crave, you stripped him of his shirt as well. It was a risky move, but you were so overcome by your arousal by now, so overwhelmed by his submission that you felt it was worth it for a little fun. You smirked at his shaking eyes as you brushed the tip of your strap-on against his quivering entrance. The vibrations against your clit were working in tandem with his look of absolute ecstasy when you slid back inside him to emphasize the orgasm building inside you. “My goodness, sir,” you cooed, “this would be quite the compromising position to be found in.”

“What?” Chan asked, eyes quaking in just the way you wanted.

“You heard me,” you teased, “our strong, manly leader with his legs in the air getting fucked by an assistant like a little slut.” Chan’s eyes screwed shut as the blush draping his cheeks deepened in the cutest way, and you grabbed his cock in your hand to stroke him and make him squirm before you thrust your hips against him harder. “Say it, sir.”

“Say what?” Chan’s lip quivered, entirely at your mercy.

“You’re smarter than that,” you admonished as you jerked him faster, “say you’re a little slut, say you love to get fucked.”

“I love to get fucked like a little slut,” Chan complied, hardly decipherable through his whimpers.

“Very good, sir,” you praised, “now you better not cum until I do.”

“Yes miss,” he choked out, “yes, I won’t cum until you do.” You and Chan clutched onto each other as you were still pinning his knees to his shoulders, your other hand not letting up its relentless pace on his cock as your orgasm was climbing its peak. You were infatuated with the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. So much so, in fact, that you were still blindsided by your climax finally hitting you.

“Fuck,” you croaked, “I’m gonna — now, cum with me now—!”Your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, making you clench and shut your eyes so tight that you saw stars as Chan let out a shattered moan, his cum shooting out onto his chest, his chin, his throat. He was an absolute mess, his brow dripping with sweat and his cheeks and chest still beautifully flushed, even as you finally calmed down enough to pull out of him.

Chan’s chest heaved as he fought to regain his breath and composure, but even still he couldn’t help but shudder as you knelt down and came up between his legs as they once again regained feeling. You took your time, gently and sweetly lapping up his mess while he watched, absently stroking your hair as he calmed down. Chan gratefully let you help him get re-dressed and fix him back up until he was good as new, albeit maybe a little stickier and ruffled. But as you pet his hair back into place, Chan surprised you one more time as he pulled you onto his lap on the couch, holding you in his arms before he tipped your chin down to finally kiss you.

“I know this is our little secret,” he murmured against your lips, “but I stay up too late outside of the studio, too.”

Really, you thought about it. You’d avoided giving him your number before now and you mostly only ever saw him at meetings. Any chance Chan had of trying to ask you out seemed slim, especially as he looked so sweetly into your eyes.

“Sure,” you excitedly nodded, “we’ll see.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skzsmutnet #sub!idol #bang chan x reader #bang chan breakdown #OOPS this turned out way bigger than just a drabble oops

[misskittysmagicportal]

The Joan Jett Quartet

Word Count: 2185

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy between S1 and S2 (Klaus x Reader)

Warnings: Where do I start? Swearing  Graphic, filty smutty sex (NC-17). Consensual BDSM (choking and mild body mutilation)  Loads of edging.

A/N: The warnings pretty much say it all.   I’m putting the entire thing under a read more because oh boy.  I have to say, I shocked myself. 

@firstpersonnarrator​ @robertsheehanownsmyass​ @messengeronthemoon @super-unpredictable98 @rob-private @forenschik @bisexualnathanyoung @magic-multicolored-miracle

Book 1- Do You Wanna Touch Me There?

Klaus stared at the smooth wooden table in the middle of your room with his head cocked. One hand on a thin hip and his bottom lip turned down in thought. He wore only a pair of brightly colored bikini briefs. 

“You’re just going to strap me to this table? Couple of questions.” 

“Prophet this was your idea,” you informed him. Your hands spaced apart on the tabletop as you bent forward to display your cleavage in the satin and lace bra you bought just for this. 

“Sure. Sure,” Klaus’s eyes widened briefly at your breasts. Then he waved his hand through the air and made his way around to you.  “I did leave the rest up to you. Use your imagination and blah blah.  Are you blindfolding me? Most importantly: handcuffs, ropes, or straps?” 

“Again, Prophet, you confided in me that you were hoping to experiment with your level of comfort in bondage. “ 

“Surprise me! But can you stop calling me Prophet? A guy accidentally creates a cult and the reputation sticks for the next fifty-seven, but somehow also three years.” his brows knit together under the stress of trying to figure out his time-traveling. 

You snorted, “I was playing a role. But look, Hargreeves, I've never done any of this shit. I thought you'd rather a more experienced dom beyond just some handcuffs and spanking. So if you have a request, I'm willing to improvise as we go.”  Nerves plain on your face.

“Do you wanna try a modified version of this?” Klaus reached out and you settled into his arms. His finger traced the curve of your cheek. “You ask, and I'll tell.” His nose followed the same path. 

Then Klaus’s hands roamed freely over your curves that embarrassed you most days. Your soft stomach and large hips kept you literally in the dark most times he came to you for sex. Your brain was always screaming that he just couldn't find anyone else, but your heart screamed back. He constantly grabbed a handful of your ass and relished massaging your stomach and kissing it. Your nudity and freedom once you got going turned him on. 

“That's more my speed. . I'm sure once we get going,” your hand teased the bulge in his underpants, “I'll get the hang of it.”  You squeezed harder and relished Klaus’s body spasm. “But first we might need reinforcements from you  brother.”

“Diego?!” Klaus squeaked. “For what?” he was nervous and you loved that too.

“Well now. That was a quick answer, wasn't it? It's only to tie you down if you choose rope “ You continued the friction on his cock.

Klaus’s mouth hung open to let a moan escape. “The straps? Reminds me of this one time Reginald had me committed, and honestly the surprise that beefcake orderly got when he-”

“Did I ask for a fucking diatribe, Klaus?” you grabbed his face under the chin. “And how do we ask for what we think we want?” 

Excitement blazed in his eyes, “The straps, please?” 

“If you behave. Strip and get on the table,” you demanded. “Get all fours.” You dug your nails into his cock causing him to gasp. You started to find some authority.

Klaus eagerly obeyed. Once naked, he climbed up onto the wooden surface on his hands and knees. You followed suit and, also naked, got on behind him in a kneeling position before you grabbed the back of his neck and roughly pushed his face down onto the table the way he had done to you in the past. Your hand on the back of his head tightened in his hair and pulled. The free hand slid between his ass where you got your sharpened nails into his balls before they dragged up the shaft of his hardened cock. 

“Fuck,” escaped from Klaus’s mouth muffled by his hair and the table. 

As you clawed at the erection, the grip on the back of his head intensified. You yanked it upwards so that he was bent back awkwardly, “Did I fucking say you could talk?” 

Klaus merely whimpered in reply as you released his hair and started to squeeze his throat instead. The harder you jerked him off, the further into his skin you buried your nails. His body twitched but he remained silent even though you could tell he found it difficult. 

Now you raked a hand down the center of his back. Hard so that you saw yourself break skin on the way down to his ass, still working his cock from underneath. Once down to his waist, you let go of his junk and steadied yourself with those claws now anchored in his thin hips. 

“How many fucking times has a man told us face down ass up?” Klaus writhed a bit beneath you. 

It was a rhetorical question. you settled so that he could feel your wet sex on his ass as you slammed into him. That same rhythm men found when they wanted it doggy style. You weren't comfortable with a strap-on yet, so hoped this made do. 

It was just the motion that got to Klaus. You ramming him back and forth into your body so that every time your cunt hits him. Like you were riding his ass. The power coursing through you. Impressed with how he kept his forearms on the table bent forward into a prayer position. 

You let go of a hip and reached around to grab hold of his cock again. Nails scraped along the shaft harshly, and you stopped bucking against him all together. You opted for now laying over him with your tits pressed to the middle of his back. Even though his breathing was heavy he maintained a silence. 

Klaus’s cock pulsated in your hand as it worked a frenzy. You had done this enough to know that he was on the verge of cumming. Seconds later you abruptly stopped and got down from behind him. 

“Get on your back,” another command that he obeyed. Then “Put your arms up behind your head.” So that you could strap them in the cuffs. Except he was right, they resembled the restraints most often used in hospitals and psych wards. 

You tightened the restraints as hard as you could and the air hitched in Klaus’s throat. A smirk of satisfaction crossed your lips as you repeated the process on his ankles.  He didn't ask for whips and chains, just what you were willing to do. Metaphorically busting his balls was enough of a turn on. 

Now your comfort included situating yourself so that your cunt hovered over Klaus’s face. You leaned forward with knees on his shoulders. His heavy, hot breath driving your sex to throb but you ignored it as you raked your nails from his stomach up to his chest. He cried out and temporary disobedience led him to push his tongue inside the hood of your cunt. The tip expertly found your clit and his arms struggled against the restraints. 

White hot anger flared in you from nowhere at his insubordination.  Your fingers pinched and tugged at his nipples, twisting them roughly. A strangled laugh mixed with a yelp escaped Klaus beneath you.

“Did I fucking say give you permission to touch my clit?” you lost yourself and twisted harder. “SPEAK!” you yelled. 

“No y/n!” he cried into you. 

You let go of his chest and continued to hover but raised yourself higher to make the temptation greater but follow-through harder for him. Again raking your nails as vicious as possible then got your hands on his engorged cock. There was an untapped fury to the way you started jerking him off. Nails clawed, squeezed and worked up and down. You shifted more of your weight on his shoulders and bent to start biting at his chest. There you didn't break the skin, but the blood vessels underneath soon became purple with bruises. 

It didn't take long of you aggressively jerking him off for Klaus to start his pre-cum pulsating. Or  becoming slick with just that as you licked at the head of his cock. His moaning uncontrollable at this point as his body flexed against the straps. 

This whole situation was just as difficult for you. It was taking extreme discipline to not just sit on him and ride. Which you will, but you wanted to edge him a little more. Your body vibrated because of newfound power combined with Klaus’s hair and goatee brushing your thighs and cunt. 

You caught yourself from allowing him to use his tongue and mouth to satisfy you. Instead crawled over him so that Klaus got an eyeful of your ass and sex until you could turn around and kneel between his legs. 

You crouched over to place his cock in your cleavage. Uncertain for the first time since you got started. You clutched his hips as you started up at him. “Fuck them” 

“What?” he craned to look at you. 

“I said, your dick is there. Fuck. My. Tits”  Emphasising each word with a forward thrust motion. 

Klaus arched an eyebrow but eagerly obliged. His hips started to buck up and down swiftly, cock pushed forward towards your face and then back again. He repeated rhythmically. . It impressed you how he managed despite his struggle with the straps to get his body off the table enough to create friction. His taut stomach came into contact with your mouth. You nipped and licked at it and he growled louder than his moans.

Suddenly you sat back on your haunches to hover above Klaus’s erection like you had his mouth.  One hand braced on his scratched and bruised chest as you lowered yourself down. The other gripped his cock and settled it between the folds of your sex allowing the head to hit your clit. His hips bucked instinctively and you twisted his nipple again.

“I didn't say fucking move,” but your body did. 

You rocked back and forth a few times to allow for that bundle of nerves to be hit just right. A sliver of tongue darted out from between Klaus’s lips before he bit one and scrunched his face up in pleasure. His breathing was erratic when you bent down to force your tongue inside his mouth. A sharp intake as he swallowed you and fought back. Your body rocked quicker still on his cock. 

Then you stopped and Klaus audibly whimpered into your mouth. “This is the FOURTH time you almost blew your load. I'm not fucking ready so you don't get to be either. Now be a good boy and tell y/n what you want most “ 

“I want to fuck you,” plainly.

You slapped him shocking yourself and him. Klaus wore a mask of humiliation, but excitement shone in his trusting green eyes. The faintest hint of a smirk on those full lips. 

“Choke me,” he begged.

“How do we fucking ask, NUMBER FOUR?” you bellowed and yanked at his erection.

“PLEASE, y/n! CHOKE ME, PLEASE!” His body writhed in your hands. 

You wrapped your hands around his thick throat. Your curved fingernails drove into it and squeezed harder and rougher than you knew you were capable of.  The revelations continued to come to light and pleased you as you finally sank down on his cock at the same time.

“How do you want this, Klaus?”  it hands gripped tighter. 

“Harder,” his voice cracked. “Please” 

“If it's too much, Prophet, just say.. Reggie,” you cackled at your own joke before you caught yourself. “But really that's the safe word.” He nodded eagerly. 

So you indulged and crushed his neck as best as you could with your small hands on his muscular neck. You pumped your body as fast and quick as you could. Klaus writhed under your hands and cunt. His throat turned red and then purple, veins and muscles popped as the blood in his face drained. 

Your body slammed up and down repetitively on Klaus’s.  His cock deep inside as you twisted your hips when your bodies came together. Over and over your bodies pounding together with you tightening even harder. You angled yourself so his shaft hit your clit, wishing you could help yourself. Frustration and that building heat helping you bare down. 

It wasn’t long before Klaus exploded inside of you and minutes later you joined him screaming out his name with eyes shut and thighs clenched around his waist. There was no response making your eyes fly open.  You remembered and dropped your hands from around him. 

Blood rushed back to his beautiful angular face. Klaus began to giggle. A loud boisterous laugh filled the bedroom where the two of you were as if he couldn't help it anymore. Your shoulders sank with embarrassment; his giant sparkling green eyes danced with approval, and you felt relief with a smile. 

“There really is nothing like strangulation to make a sick bastard like me cum harder than he has in ages.” Klaus made a roaring noise as he shook his head like a dog. “How do you feel about whips?” 

#Robert Sheehan #klaus hargreeves #klaus x reader #man hazel and cha cha would be disgusted #reader wouldn't waterboard klaus if he begged on hot coals #LOL #robert sheehan character fics

[belit0]

1000k Commission [Uchiha Izuna / Fem Reader] @izunaswife ​

Can I please have Izuna gushing over the reader’s big boobs? Surprise me bb

[I hope you enjoy this my love, just for Christmas !!!]

"Where are you going?" 

Izuna inquired from the bed, still half asleep.

"To the computer? Some of us have to work even when there's a global pandemic out there.” 

You explain as you comb your hair and adjust your low-cut blouse in front of the mirror.

"But why are you dressed like that?"

"What's wrong with my clothes?

"Take that off [Y/N]."

"You're not my father Izuna, go back to sleep."

It's not shocking that the Uchiha was overacting. Since his job consisted entirely of the family business of killing for money, he works from time to time. And although his insistent efforts to make you stay at home and act as his beautiful trophy wife continued to come, you constantly refused, being determined to work and earn your own money.

Friday morning, you have the last work video call of the week, and of course, you like to look good in front of your colleagues. So when you woke up you decided to wear one of your favorite pieces, a beautiful low-cut shirt, revealing to some extent.

Izuna woke up together with you, committed to providing moral support as today he had no life to steal. The business was temporarily slowed down by the pandemic, and all the Uchihas were left to stay home with their families. Direct orders from Indra.

He waited for you to take a bath, and fought against sleep while you were applying your make-up, but his eyes opened wide when he saw you with the blouse he bought especially for you.

Sitting at the desk that was inside the room, you opened the computer and prepared the necessary files for the working day.

"[Y/N] I'm serious, choose something quieter."

"You're talking like an idiot, Uchiha. Listen to yourself."

"Do you work with a whole team of women?" 

Izuna sat on the bed, leaving his bare chest in the air.

"No?"

"So?"

"So what?"

"It's obvious that they'll be touching their dicks under their tables with your beautiful boobs on screen."

"You certainly are nasty when you want to be. It's work, Izuna. Not a brothel."

He grabbed his cell phone, and whispering things to himself he was angry against the back of the bed.

After a few minutes, he approached the desk, and without even looking at you, sat right by your side, where the camera couldn't focus on him but he could see everything. With his long pajama trousers and his grumpy pout, he looked like a little boy.

"Do you mind?"

"No, not at all. When you're done, we can go back to bed."

Knowing that it was useless to fight his whim, you opened the incoming call of your partner, entering the group that had to meet virtually to discuss some issues. The conversation was normal, jovial, and professional, the problems were solved efficiently and your man behaved well by your side, like a guard dog but silent. No one made any inappropriate comments, and even your boss complimented you on your good work.

Until the meeting ended and your superiors started to abandon the video call. Being left alone with your peers and an extremely jealous boyfriend at your side, the combination was predictably fatal.

"Hey [Y/N]"

One of your colleagues greeted you, relaxed for the end of the week.

A friendly smile was all you answered, whether Izuna was there or not, you were not interested in the attention of other men.

"What do you say if you and I go out for a drink tomorrow night? Oh no, wait, the bars are closed... I guess there's no other option for you to come to my place?”

The Uchiha was about to jump in front of the camera, but by patiently squeezing his thigh you stopped him, indicating that he must let you solve it.

"No, thank you. I have a boyfriend."

"He doesn't need to know, you see? Those two look very pretty in that blouse."

Completely shocked and horrified by the man's disgusting cheekiness, you didn't even care that Izuna appeared on stage and took control.

"Hey, buddy. How are you? I'm the boyfriend who doesn't need to know."

"Um... sorry man... I...."

"Nono, it's okay. We're friends, right? Do you like my girlfriend, dude?"

"N-No I..."

"Come on, man, speak up, maybe your balls are stuck in your throat? I'll tell you something, homie, she's mine, and I'm not someone you want to deal with. I can have your head in a bag in half an hour if I want. Keep your miserable, needy eyes off my girl, or you won't be able to tell what happens next.”

"So-orry S-Sir..."

Izuna closed the computer forcefully, not caring about breaking it in the process. He looked at you with possession and leaned against the desk with both hands resting on it.

"Well? Will you listen to me next time? I know how this thi-“

But his words stopped when a fine tear fell down your cheek.

"I feel... dirty..."

Understanding your stance, he took you by the hand and led you to the bed, lying next to you again.

He took off your blouse and threw it as far as possible.

"We'll get another one, kay? The one you like best."

Holding your upset and sad shape in his arms, he kissed the side of your head, reaching down to your cheek, running along your chin, and landing on your lips.

"Those eyes... I just want you to look at me like that. No one else. No one else. Take care of me."

Knowing what you needed, Izuna understood what to do to make you forget the bad moment.

"You are mine. Therefore, I will always take care of you and protect you. Not only now, but forever. I'm the only man who can look at you like that.”

He went down with his lips along the side of your neck, leaving a wet trail where his tongue slipped as little noises started to come from your lips.

Without delay, he reached the problem area.

Holding your breasts with both hands, he looked into your eyes and spoke.

"These? mine. Maybe I should leave a mark on them so that you feel more reassured..."

He started biting one of your nipples while squeezing the other with two fingers. His teeth were soft on your sensitive pearl, while your hands grabbed his hair and gave him lovely moans of contentment.

With one of his, he slapped the boob he couldn't take care of with his mouth, making you startle.

"What beautiful breasts you have [Y/N]. What if I want to stay here all day, playing with your nipples and leaving them all red?"

That said, his attention was focused on the one which had not received the attention of his tongue. The one that got free was attacked by his hand, as he squeezed gently and made sounds of approval while sucking and biting.

Whoever said that it was impossible to come by your breasts, was wrong, because Izuna made you melt under his lips.

"Take me like the good girl you are."

From one moment to the next, his cock was between your breasts, while your hands squeezed so his member would find the same pleasure as in your pussy.

Opening your mouth and looking into his eyes, you tasted his dick's head every time it impacted against your tongue, listening to his moans and watching your skin get wet between his length and your shape.

"So pretty eating my cock, fuck."

His pace was quick, and he seemed enchanted by the image of your two beautiful boobs catching his limb. The friction pushed him to the limit without much effort, and his seed spilled over your nipples, chest, and stomach, staining you completely while he was jerking his cock with release and rubbing it with one hand.

"I hope you like my mark, love."

#uchiha izuna x reader #izuna uchiha x reader #izuna x reader #uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #izuna scenario #izuna imagines #ko fi commissions #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #izuna

[hisunshiine]

—also your daddy | knj x reader x jjk

AN: ORIGINALLY POSTED TO MY TWITTER. ITS A 2-SHOT... IM COMBINING THEM FOR EASY READING HERE. 

PT 1: Daddy/Dom vibes with Bratty Sub vibes. //TW// biting, spanking, edging

PT 2: my first time writing THIS type of scene... //TW// biting, spanking, edging, oral (m&f), facial, and uhhhhh *cough*2dicksatonceinthesamehole*cough*akaDP*cough*

𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 | ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟/ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣/𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜 | 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉?

And

𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 PT. 2 | ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟/ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣/𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜 | 𝓉𝓌𝑜𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉

Dating both Namjoon and Jungkook was literally getting the best of both worlds. You consider yourself lucky, and would never want to do anything to mess it up. So you were afraid to tell Jungkook that you wanted him to dom you. You and Namjoon definitely had a Dom/Sub relationship in the bedroom, while you and Koo were more… vanilla. And those special occasions that you got to spend with both of them between the sheets? Well, Namjoon often toned it down for the younger as he viewed him as his baby brother still. But you had seen the way that Jungkook could get on stage. You knew he had it in him to dom you. He just needed to learn how. And who better to teach him than the one who already did such a great job at it?

With a special occasion coming up, the celebration of their anniversary as a group, you were laying in bed with Namjoon while Jungkook was at the studio working on a track for ARMY. 

“Joonie...” you traced your fingers across his bare chest, pouting your lips cutely before looking down at him from where you were leaning onto his side, “I want to do something special, to celebrate with the two of you. I think you both would really enjoy it.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow as he looks up at you from where he is sprawled on his back.

“Well, I really want Jungkook to be Daddy. And you know how to do that so well… I thought if you got to be Daddy over him and me and show him how to do it, that you would both enjoy it.”

“Is that what you want princess?” Namjoon lifts the arm that was laid out across your pillow and lifts it, gently massaging your scalp as you preen, body pushing flush to his.

“Yes, I want it really bad...” you whimper when his other hand makes contact with your core, gently rubbing your bud.

“I’ll think about it,” was his response, and all thoughts of it left you as his lips attached to your neck as he rolled to be on top of you.

-

It had been several days since then, and you had forgotten all about your request. You had been so busy helping out with the Festa events and BangBangCon, since you worked for BH, that you didn’t even realize that the dorm was eerily empty when you arrived.

“Hmm, the text did say tonight? Right?” you quietly murmur to yourself, pulling your phone from the back pocket of your jeans. Swiping to your messages, you didn’t notice Jungkook step into the hallway, his eyes on you.

“Princess. Bedroom. Now.” Jungkook turned and disappeared down the hall towards Namjoon’s room, and you followed, still confused. 

“Koo, what’s going-- oh!” 

You were suddenly lifted and thrown onto the bed. It was dim in the room, and you tried to sit up, but the silk sheets made your palms slip.

“Okay Kook, now tell her what you want her to do.” Namjoon’s voice echoed from the corner where he sat in a chair. 

“Uh, Princess… strip and lay back down.” Jungkook said, voice faltering a little at first as he attempts to be in charge. You chuckle, and Namjoon glares at you, then turns to Jungkook.

“Ask her what’s funny.”

Jungkook repeats the phrase, and you school your face into a neutral expression as you answer.

“Nothing, Koo.”

“Jungkook, take charge.” Namjoon sighs, uncrossing his legs as he stands. They’re both still in the black suits they were wearing for some photo op for Festa, though their coats were missing, and it only made Namjoon look more intimidating as he walked over. 

“Like this.” Namjoon wrapped his long fingers around your throat gently; a warning. “What was so funny, Princess? Hmm?”

“N-nothing, Daddy.” You instantly reply, compliant.

“See how she instantly melts in my grip? How she didn’t call me Joonie?” He turns to face Jungkook. “Command it with your energy. Like when you’re on stage.”

Jungkook nods, and you see the way his eyes transition from your soft baby Koo into Jungkook of BTS. Fuck. You feel your panties begin to stick to you. Namjoon releases you, going back to sit in the chair.

“I think I asked you nicely to take off your clothes, I won’t ask you again.” Jungkook moved in front of you, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up. You stand and quickly rid yourself of your shirt and jeans, saving your now soaked panties for last. Feeling bratty, you throw them at Namjoon, who just smirks at you when he catches them. Hopping back onto the bed, you lay back, getting comfortable as Jungkook watches. His persona is faltering slightly again, and he glances at Namjoon for help.

“Tease her, make her beg for it. And if she does something you didn’t tell her she could do, punish her.”

Jungkook swallows so hard you can see his Adam's apple bob, but he nods, appears to steel himself, and then he climbs onto the bed, the mattress sinking where his knees are. He brings his face to yours, kissing you gently as his hand massages your breast. You kiss him back, and your hand rises to cup his neck, but once there, Jungkook removes it and pins your wrist to the bed. 

“I didn’t say you could touch me, baby.”

You frown, but don’t say anything as he begins to kiss you again, his hand now drifting to the apex of your thighs. His fingers rub up and down across your slit, pressing on your clit and gathering what wetness is already there. Slowly, he inserts just one finger a little bit of the way into you, before rotating it in circles. It feels good and you buck slightly searching for more, but he pulls his finger back.

“Nuh-uh, pretty baby. You need to follow directions.” Jungkook smiles down at you, but you’re not liking this. Jungkook never denies you what you want. You’re starting to regret asking Namjoon to teach him some things.

“Jungkook. She’s being bratty. If you don’t nip it in the bud, she won’t take you seriously. Like this.”

Namjoon climbs onto the bed too as Jungkook rolls to the side, and he resumes where Jungkook left off. You kiss him as he fingers you, and soon you’re ready for a second one. You buck again, so lost in the kiss and feelings, and instantly feel Namjoon remove his lips and bring them to your neck, where he bites you. Not hard enough to break skin or really hurt, but it shocks your eyes open, and you whimper. 

“What did your Daddy say?” Namjoon asks, nodding his head towards Jungkook.

“Follow directions.”

“Seems you’re just being bratty hmm? What should we do about it, Koo?”

Jungkook looks around the room as he thinks, and then he gets off the bed, fidgeting with his pants.

“Turn over baby, get your ass in the air.”

You oblige, and a few seconds later, your exposed cunt is being stuffed with Jungkook’s hard length. You gasp, fingers grasping the sheets tightly as you try and catch your bearings, but it’s futile. He pulls out of you, and you hear and feel him spit before he’s slamming back into you, repeatedly. It feels good, despite the stretch you weren’t ready for, and quickly you feel your climax creeping on you.

“My needy little baby can’t control herself tonight...” Jungkook pants in time with his thrusts.You feel yourself gush hearing him call you his needy little baby, and soon he’s sliding in and out of you easily as you adjust to take him. 

“I’m sorry,” you moan, but Namjoon interferes again, telling Jungkook that your apology isn’t good enough.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” you cry out, but Jungkook laughs.

“Too late for that, sweetheart.” You feel his hand leave your hip, and then your ass smarts as you feel the sting of his palm. 

Your torso collapses onto the bed from the onslaught of Jungkook plunging into you, and you make eye contact with Namjoon. He’s stripped down as well, and is stroking his cock slowly in his hand as he watches you get plowed. Jungkook spits again, but this time slowly, as you feel it drip and spread onto your unused hole, and he brings his thumb to rub circles on it as he slows the thrusts, instead switching to roll his hips deep and hard into you. You feel an orgasm coming, and you close your eyes, squeezing your walls around Jungkook’s hardened member, but much to your dismay, Namjoon got up and pulled Jungkook out of you. You’re left without anyone touching you.

“This is where you punish her, Koo. We want her begging.”

You whimper, but they ignore you, waiting for your impending climax to disappear.

“Do you understand now baby?” Namjoon asks.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Jungkook is also your Daddy tonight. And we’re not done with you yet.”

You moan when you feel a tongue slide up from your clit and kisses your opening, before lapping at your juices. 

“Not even close.”

You were not happy. Ass still poised and in the air, you just had to lay there and feel the wonderful build up that you had been waiting for, dissolve into an overwhelming feeling of want. 

FUCK, you wanted them to ravage you, but you didn’t want to beg. You never had to beg Jungkook a day in your life, always so eager to please you, he would do anything you asked. Knowing that Namjoon was trying to get you to cave in made your resolve that much stronger. You knew you had asked for this, but you weren’t prepared. You weren’t prepared to have your baby Koo treat you like the filthy, begging, bratty baby girl that you were.

Namjoon turned to Jungkook.

“Now, this time, tell her what you want her to do. Don’t stutter, don’t smile, don’t be so… nice. She only gets that when she behaves.”

You hear Jungkook take a deep breath. 

“Baby girl, come suck Daddy’s dick.” 

You move slowly, pouting until you feel another sting to your same ass cheek that was spanked earlier. 

“Ow! That fucking hurt!” You whine, knowing full well that it didn’t actually hurt.

Jungkook broke his role, reaching for you and apologies already pouring from his pink lips.

“Princess, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to really hu--”

He stops talking when he sees you laughing as you flip over.

“Well played, baby girl.” Namjoon is slowly clapping from where he’s seated, and you chance a look at him. His words are warm, but his eyes are anything but. You shiver, knowing your bratty nature is making it worse for yourself. Perfect.

You’re so busy deciphering Namjoon’s body language that you don’t expect it when Jungkook grips you by the back of your neck. His strong, lithe fingers apply just a bit of pressure, and your eyes snap to his. They’re dark, pupils blown out.

“I think it’s time you learned your lesson, princess.”

His hand guides your head down until you’re eye level with his cock. The velvety skin is covered with a sheen of your slick, and you’re seconds away from finding out how you taste.

Jungkook tapped the head on your lips, the act making your pussy contract as you saw a side of him you hadn’t experienced. Opening your mouth, you slide your lips along the mushroomed tip, swirling your tongue around it. 

“Just like that, baby.” Jungkook praises, and you feel your ego strut. You take him farther into your mouth, dragging your tongue along the bottom and enjoying the heaviness of his girth on your tongue. Once you have the tip touching the back of your throat, you swallow, and Jungkook grips your hair with both hands.

“Fuck, princess, I’m gonna fuck your dirty mouth now.” 

Hollowing your cheeks, you let Jungkook take control of your head, and in no time, you’re slobbering loudly as he sheaths himself repeatedly in your warm, wet mouth. He’s grunting in between musical moans, panting as he tries to hold himself back. You feel tears on your cheeks as you stifle your gag reflex, but soon he’s pulling out of your mouth, stroking his cock before you feel his release coat the bottom half of your face and chest. 

Jungkook had NEVER cum on your face before, and you were honestly so shocked at this person he had become. 

“Nice touch, Kook.” Namjoon nodded approvingly, then turned to you. 

“Lick it off your lips, baby. Now.”

You obeyed, tongue dragging across your lips, Jungkook’s cum salty as you swallowed it. 

“Jungkook, clean her face, then make her swallow that too.”

Jungkook leaned in, licking your face where his cum had landed, and then tongue kissed you, transferring his seed into your mouth. It was dirty, and it was so fucking hot. 

“A good Dom won’t ever make his baby girl do something he wouldn’t be okay with doing either.” Namjoon stood up, and Jungkook took a few steps back from you, letting his hyung stand between your legs at the end of his bed. You waited obediently. 

“Lean back princess. You did well. Let me make you feel good.”

He took your legs and folded them towards you once you followed his instructions, and you couldn’t hold back the sounds when you felt his pink pout make contact with your throbbing center. He hummed in approval, enjoying the taste of your pussy as he teased your lips apart, dipping his tongue into your hole and curling. He moved his tongue to your clit, swirling and teasing you until he could feel your legs shaking. 

“Koo, come finger her while I continue this,” Namjoon’s muffled voice came from between your thighs, and your back arched as you felt two fingers push into you. 

“Shit, princess, you’re so fucking wet.”

“Please Daddy, please...” You gave in, begging for more. God, you wanted more. 

You felt Jungkook’s fingers speed up, rubbing your bundle of nerves as Namjoon suckled your bud gently flicking it simultaneously. You could feel it growing, but you didn’t want to be edged again, so you didn’t say anything, just continued trying to hold back your loud whines of how good they felt pleasuring you. Jungkook’s free hand groped your chest, nimble fingers moistened by his own mouth pinching and pulling your nipple. You rolled your hips, seeking the release you craved. 

“Fuck! Daddy, no!” 

They had done it again, effectively brought you to the cusp, and then stopped, leaving you teary-eyed. You wanted to cum so badly, and you were starting to get pissed that Namjoon was denying you. This wasn’t what you asked for. 

Sitting up quickly, you are about to speak your mind when Jungkook grabs your hands and pushes you back down, his knees spreading your thighs wide. The head of his cock is dripping precum, and you can feel it as it rubs gently across your sensitive clit. You sigh out a moan that’s half a cry for him to bury himself inside you.

“Please Daddy, please fuck me.” You open your eyes wide, pouting as you beg Jungkook to take you. “Please let me cum, Daddy.”

Without answering you, Jungkook surges forward, plunging himself so far into you, you feel him hit your cervix. 

“Fuck, Jungkook,” Namjoon intones lowly, “that’s what I’m talking about. Take charge, make her beg for it, and if she behaves, give it to her.”

Jungkook slowly slides himself out of you before ramming himself deep again, and you could have came right then and there. Each time he pulls out, you can feel the vein along his shaft rub against your g-spot, and you ache for more, need to be full until you can’t remember your name. 

“Fuck, it’s so wet, Joon, you gotta feel this.” Jungkook is panting as he keeps up a steady rhythm, hips rolling smoothly as he taps your cervix everytime. You roll your hips back, matching him, and let out a loud keening sound when you feel Namjoon’s finger slide inside of you while Jungkook is still there as well. Jungkook stills, and you feel the pressure of Namjoon’s second finger stretching you wider. 

“Can you take two of us baby?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Be a good girl and try, princess, okay?”

Namjoon leans around Jungkook’s body and presses a kiss to your lips, and you find yourself nodding, and he continues to scissor his fingers around Jungkook’s length.

“H-hyung, shit, please hurry.. I’m not gonna last much longer with you doing that.” 

Namjoon chuckles, and you groan as you feel Jungkook’s cock pull out. You’re empty and wanting. They scoot you up the bed and turn you onto your side, both of them taking either side of you. Jungkook brushes your hair out of your face, and leans close to kiss you. 

“Let us know if it hurts you, baby.”

You nod, and Jungkook shivers as Namjoon’s hand coats his dick with lubricant. You watch, enthralled as Namjoon’s large hand strokes Jungkook once, twice, three times and then he is entering you again, holding your leg up for easier access. Seconds later, you feel a second head push against your opening, and Namjoon’s cock nestles itself inside you as Jungkook pulls out slightly. 

You’ve never felt so wonderfully full in your life. 

“Tell us when baby, we want you to feel good.” Namjoon says through gritted teeth, his free hand gently rubbing your ass as he buries his face in your neck. Jungkook’s doe eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them, and his breathing is slow and deep as he tries to contain himself. 

“Okay, Daddies, you can move.”

Slowly, they move in tandem, one pulling out as the other thrusts in, and you don’t think it can feel any better than this. Both of your men fucking your tight pussy; this was everything you ever wanted. Within seconds, you were clenching, pussy contracting as you were overcome with the hardest orgasm you had ever felt. Body shaking, they continued, helping you prolong your high.

“Ahh, fuck I’m gonna cum baby.” Jungkook said against your lips, and you felt when he spurted his hot cum inside of you. He whined as he pulled out, his cock over sensitive as it rubbed flush against Namjoon’s.

Namjoon continued to fuck into you, stuffing you to the brim with Jungkook’s cum as he sped up his pace, burrowing himself into you. You felt your climax building again, but Jungkook was swallowing your moans, his tongue tangling with yours in the most raunchy, lewd kiss you had ever had with him. You felt Namjoon bite into your shoulder with a grunt as his hips stuttered, and your tight little cunt was overflowing with a mixture of juices. 

You lay in the bed, cocooned by both of your Daddies, Jungkook and Namjoon holding you between them. Jungkook had his head lower than yours to your chest, and Namjoon was your big spoon. Namjoon showed Jungkook how to take care of you afterwards, showering you with praises at how well you had done, (“Such a good baby girl, taking us both, I’m so proud of you princess”), and as well as affection with kisses and soft touches. They wiped you clean, and took turns holding you while they each cleaned themselves up. Separately they each whispered I Love You’s and your heart burst knowing they felt the same way you did. 

“I love you both, DaddyKoo and DaddyJoon.” You yawned and they both held you a little tighter.

“I love you, princess.”

“I love you, baby girl.”

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