#My personal choice is Bed of Roses but I wouldn’t say no to Always

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, shoving his phone in Steve’s face: Let’s try this again. Who is the most metal person you know?

Steve: Oh, it’s this guy that danced to a Bon Jovi song at of his wedding, you know.

Steve: You know the guy? He’s got big brown puppy dog eyes and great hair, wears all these rings. Big personality, love of my life, you know him?

Eddie:

Eddie: I can’t believe you publicly outed me as a guy that likes one Bon Jovi song

Steve, to the camera: He sings Bad Medicine in the shower!

#You guys get to pick the Bon Jovi song #My personal choice is Bed of Roses but I wouldn’t say no to Always #Also I don’t know what voice you guys are hearing when you imagine Eddie singing but I think he’d have that cowboy-ish energy that JBJ has #on the Young Guns 2 album. At least his natural voice. I think he’d pull off a heavier sound too #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[bat-writer]

Bruce doting on a pregnant batmom 🥰 (I might have sent this twice sorry but if so I still hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night ❤️)

A/N: Yes. THATS all just Y E S - I may have gone overboard LMAO

 ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿  ‿‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

Probably has a hunch way before you. This is Batman/Bruce Wayne. He know your cycle, signs and symptoms and all!

One day he came into your bedroom with some breakfast in bed and a small plastic wrapping

“What is it?” You asked

“A test. It’s been a week since your period should have been here. don’t be nervous or afraid we’ll talk it over with the results” he didn’t want it to sound like a business transaction but he wanted it to be a serious conversation

If it was negative or positive he’d be there with open arms and full support. Whatever your choice may be.

You step out of the bathroom with no emotion on your face and walk over to him. You place a kiss to his lips and whisper

“We’re having a baby” with a grin. His large arms coming around your frame to embrace you in a strong but gentle hug. Was it planned? No. Was this the best news he could hear all day? Absolutely! The woman he loves carrying his child is just beautiful to him.

Goes downstairs to tell Alfred about the news and has him set up a doctors appointment as soon as possible to get everything in order

During the first trimester you thought he might secretly be a caretaker. From morning sickness, to fatigue, to even your aches and pains he found some kind of solution for it all. He started to move things around the manor to make space and to start planning a nursery.

He would have a tape measure to measure your stomach each week to see the growth

"Honey, I won't be showing until I'm at least 3 1/2 weeks" you giggle

"I'm telling you the bump in right there! You just cant see it because your breasts are swelling" he tried to defend, when in fact they have not grown yet

During your second trimester he tried to crack down on crime as much as physically possible for your new addition

Speaking of new additions, he had to inform the rest of his family about who would be the newest Wayne. First up with Jason and Dick.

“Congrats you two!” Was Dicks response and of course Jason says

“…you still do it at your age-“ dick hit him in the ribs to not ruin the moment.

Either way, they were both happy for you and let you both know if anything is needed. They were there to lend a hand. The only other person left now was to tell Damien. Luckily Damien had a liking to you. However, when he had first gotten to the manor, he had his clashes with a dick so he doesn’t know how exactly he’d react to a new baby. 

He also would secretly ask them to right down any kinds of foods or combos you liked so he could always have them handy

“As long as it stays out of my space It wouldn’t really matter. And as long as Y/N is okay with it…” it was his own unique way of saying as long as you were happy, he was happy

Damien also made it habit to be around the same area as you when Bruce was out and Alfred was busy. You even asked him once if he wanted to feel the developing bump. He did and for a spilt second you could tell he was a bit flustered. After he had his fill he’d move and tell you some fact about your state in the pregnancy

Also his way of showing he cared

Bruce’s favorite thing was to watch you sleep in the morning and watch as you’re bummed rose and fell from every breath that you took. He also really love to watch you walk away because you’re starting to get a slight waddle from the new center of gravity on your body it was adorable.

He also loves when you have his shirt on and the slight bump that stretches the fabric so slightly

Hes on the verge of banning you from the Batcave and watching the computer. It gets pretty chilly down there. He doesn’t want you or the baby getting cold. Even though you told me you were fine and you have three blankets on you but because he loves you so much he loves his stay there.

Speaking of, missions is the only time he’s constantly in communication with you to make sure that you are right which also means Alfred is constantly being called to check in on you. But he did love coming home and taking a nice warm shower with you and feeling your bump

He gets a new glimmer in his eyes when the baby starts to kick and move more. There was one time the baby had a big stretch. It was a little scary but also fascinating and slightly painful 😭

He’ll give you the entire bed just so you could be comfortable!

Lots of massages and kisses. Anything he can relive for you! He’s also restricted you!

No bag carrying, no going up the stairs (had tried to instal one of those chairs to take you up and down), no bending down to get something, no kitchen knives, etc.

He wanted you to just be pregnant💀but you just could not love that way! So he lets you help with very SMALL things

He has also gone overboard on baby clothes, accessories, and just anything baby!

Has 2 cribs one in the nursery and one in your bedroom.

He organized your baby shower and just made it soft, elegant and beautiful. Gender is left as a surprise since he’d want to keep any media as far from you as possible

Sometimes feels guilt when he sees your struggling with pains he can’t really take away. Like when you experienced a Braxton hick he was reminded of what you would soon go through when it was the baby’s due date but he’s also reminded that he will be father once again tk a new baby.

This time he’ll be there from the very start.

Oh he’s also booked you the best suit in the hospital with only the best doctor and midwife. He knows sometimes hospitals can be inconsiderate of their patients so he wants only the best in securing your safety and the baby’s

He helps to pack your bag for when you go into labor. While you go through it all you hold up the tiny clothing that will soon be filled by a tiny version of you or him! At one point you do get a bit emotional and overwhelmed

It was a lot

You’re going to be a mother, you’re gonna push a baby out, there was A LOT more than just having a cute baby. Feedings, doctors, loosing sleep, all of that so you cousins help but cry. Bruce put everything down and came over to you and inlet in front of you

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…..I can’t lie to you and say it’ll be easy as pie. But I can promise you I will be there for you both always. Anytime you need help, a break or just need me there. I’m always here for you both” he said placing a kiss to your bump and one to your ring finger where your ring sits

He wipes your tears away and kisses your head. You finish packing the bag and set it aside. You snuggle into Bruce’s side and lay in comfortable silence

In this bed Bruce was holding the love of his life and the product of their love that grows inside of her

-kitty🐈‍⬛

- part 2???👀

#bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #Batman x pregnant reader #dc comics #batman fanfiction #batman x fem!reader

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

Headcanon on the way Jude shows you he loves you

GENRE: fluff, implied smut

WARNING: none that I can remember

PAIRING: Jude Bellingham x f reader

AUTHOR NOTE: I rushed through this. I had to finish before exams

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

Enjoy

Remembering little things

You sat on the couch, eyes glued to the TV on the wall. You were waiting for Jude to come home from his day of training. As you yawned, the sound of the door opened.

“Honey I’m home!” You heard coming from the entryway. You laughed, getting up from the couch and walking to the door.

Jude stood there pulling off his shoes. When he saw you he opened his arms with a proud smile on his face. A laugh left your lips while you walked into his arms, burying your face into his chest. You moaned when he scent took over you. Even though you just saw Jude this morning, you missed how he smelled. It was always so comforting.

Jude kissed the top of your head before you pulled away.

“How was training?” you looked at Jude as he pulled off his coat. “pretty good, but I’m happier to be here with you.” He grabbed your face, placing a kiss on your lips.

“ok what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” Jude wrapped his arms around your neck and walked with you to the TV room.

“You want to watch princess diaries a royal engagement?”

You gasped. “how do you know I like that movie?”

Jude pushed his lips into a thin line. “you said it the other day when you were talking about the stuff you love.”

Your heart melted as you looked into his eyes. “you were listening?”

“Of course I was. Why wouldn’t I be listening?”

You sighed. “I just wasn’t expecting it. Lots of people don’t listen when I’m rambling.”

“I’m not one of those people baby. I listen to everything you say no matter how irrelevant you think it is.”

Your stomach hurt from how many butterflies you were getting. All you could do was throw your arms around his neck, hugging him closed. “I love you so much.”

Jude smiled into your shoulder. “I love you too baby.”

Him buying you flowers

You woke up to your alarm practically screaming for you to wake up. A groan fell from your lips at how annoying it was. You reached over to your bedside table turning the alarm off.

When you settled back into the covers you reached over ready to cuddle with Jude. Instead of feeling his bare chest you were met with the cold sheets.

You frowned, but then remembered Jude left last night to play in a match. You groaned again for the second time this morning, you hated when Jude left you, but you had no choice but to deal with it.

You decided to get up after that. You had no reason to stay in bed anyways.

You went to the kitchen to make yourself a tea. As you started the kettle there was a knock on your door.

You tighten your robe and walked over to the door. You opened it to see a delivery guy standing there with a bouquet of red roses.

“Delivery for y/n”

You took them from the man confused. You muttered a thank you before shutting your door.

You walked back to the kitchen and sat the bouquet on the table. You took the note out and read it. You couldn’t help but smile as you read it.

“to my favorite girl.

I hope you enjoy these. Sorry I couldn’t be the first thing you saw when you woke up from your beauty sleep.

From your Secret admirer ;)”

You laughed taking your phone out.

You:

Thank you for the flowers secret admirer 😍

My future husband:

Damn! How’d you figure it out?

You:

Because you’re the only person I allow to see me when I wake up from my beauty sleep.

My future husband:

I’m honored pretty girl ❤️

Running his fingers over your back and your hair while you sleep on him

Jude woke up before you like he usually does. He tried to move around, but he was stopped by a weight on his chest. He looked down to see your sleeping figure passed out on top of him.

Jude smiled softly. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You moved slightly, huffing, but you stayed fast asleep.

Jude would love to stay like this, but unfortunately he had to get up. He hated doing that especially when you’re so comfortable against him.

Jude ran his hands over the top of your hair as he placed another kiss on you. His hands slowly trailed down to your back. He ran his finger tips over your exposed back.

After a few minutes, Jude heard you groan.

“Good morning.”

You lifted your head looking at Jude with tired eyes. “good morning to you too.” Jude sighed. “I have to get up.”

You pouted. “yeah ok, fine.”

Jude felt bad for having to leave you, but he knew at the end of the day he would be right back with you. Just where he wanted to be.

Always moving to the side of traffic so you aren’t walking near it

Your dinner date with Jude had just finished. It went great; you and Jude chatted, shared a bunch of laughs and small touches. Date night between you two weren’t often so this was special.

You and Jude walked out of the restaurant together. You were walking on the side near the traffic. Jude was quick to change that.

He stopped you from walking further to switch sides with you. You laughed at his action.

“Whats funny?” Jude asked while intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Nothing.” You bite back your smile looking at Jude.

He roll his eyes but smirked. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it.

Sleepy hugs and kisses in the morning while you cook

You stood in front of the stovetop mixing the eggs that were in the pan.

You had somehow managed to wake up before Jude did. Because you were so proud of that, you decided to make breakfast for the two of you.

“Baby..” you heard a deep, sleepy voice. Before you could turn around you felt to arms Snake around your waist. A soft kiss was felt on your shoulder.

“good morning Jude.”

“I was so confused when you weren’t in bed with me.” Jude whined, Why’d you leave me?”

“I just wanted to make us some breakfast.” You turned the heat down on the stove and turned to your lover.

You kissed him.

“come back to bed.” Jude whined holding you against him with a hug.

“after I finish making breakfast I’m all yours baby. I promise”

“ok.”

Jude kissed you one more time before pulling away.

“I’ll be in bed waiting for you.”

You laughed watching how he waddle back to the bedroom.

Always teasing about how short you are

“Can’t reach that huh”

You flinched at Jude’s voice.

You turned to Jude and nodded. “yeah can you get it for me?”

Jude shook his head. “no I wanna see you struggle a little bit more.” He said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him. “jude please! I really need this bowl.”

“Ok fine. Only because you’re short ass is scary when you’re mad at me.”

Giving you his hoodie he’s been wearing all day

Jude walked into your house after a day out. You haven’t seen him since the morning time. You were missing him.

“How are you baby?” Jude asked you.

“I’m ok.” you sighed, just missing you.”

“can’t go a day without me huh?” Jude smirked. “shut up.” You rolled your eyes and took a seat on the couch.

Before jude sat down beside you he pulled off his hoodie. He threw it at you knowing you loved his hoodies.

“Put it on baby. It smells just like me.”

You smiled. “nice. Another hoodie I can add to my collection. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome now..” Jude sat beside you. “can I have some of your panties?”

“JUDE!!”

Dedicating a goal to you

It was rare for you to be at Jude’s games. Even though people knew about your relationship, you were desperate to keep it as private as possible.

But this week it was different. You decided to go with a few of your friends.

You were seated in the vip area with your friends. The game was already started and so far the ball was getting kicked back and forth between the teams.

You always got giddy watching Jude play. Each time, he got better and better. You were very proud of him.

Speaking of getting better it wasn’t long before Jude had the ball in the net.

You stood up and clapped as the team started to celebrate. Jude ran to the end of the field. You watched as he blew a kiss in your direction.

Everyone in the crowd turned their heads, aws falling from their lips as the realized it was you. Your cheeks heat up at the new attention on you.

Placing kisses randomly on your body like your stomach or neck at random times

You laid on the bed, Your nose was deep in your phone. You noticed Jude walked into the room, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

Jude walked over to the bed and lifted your hoodie up. You felt as Jude placed several kisses on your tummy.

“Jude what are you doing?”

Jude looked up at you. “kissing you duh.”

You snorted. “im sorry, continue.”

Jude did. He placed several soft kisses on your stomach before moving up to your neck. You shuttered at his soft lips on you.

Your phone was long forgotten. All you could think about was his lips on you.

Jude placed a kiss on your nose. You dropped your phone down on the bed beside you before you looked up at him.

“I love you.” Jude breathed out against your lips.

You said it back “are you sure?”

“More than anything.” Jude sat up. He ran his fingers down your exposed stomach. “let me show you how much I love you baby.”

#Jude Bellingham #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fluff #Jude Bellingham fanfiction

[reminiscingtonight]

Just A Sucker

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: 100% started off as a crackfic but then it turned into something fluffy. Loosely based on F**kboy by Fletcher.

[WOSO Masterlist]

The slap really jolts you into the present. 

Rubbing at your cheek, you don’t even have a chance to protest before there’s a finger digging at your sternum. 

“You ruined my life.” The words are gritted out from a blonde you’re all too familiar with. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Kris, you’re literally in love with Sam.”

Kristie rolls her eyes, brushing away your comment. “That’s beyond the point.”

“You’re the one who ended things!” you huff, not really sure why the blonde is so annoyed. It had been all fun and games between the two of you, but next thing you knew, she was sucking face with the Australian all over instagram. Granted the two of you never put a label on things, but you still felt the sting of rejection. 

Before she has the chance to say anything, there’s a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around. 

You come face to face with Sonnett.

The groan is automatic. “Oh come on. Not you too.”

Sonnett merely glares at you. “What, you thought Lindsey wouldn’t tell me?”

Your mouth drops. You pretty clearly remember the muttered ‘Sonny can not know about this’ the blonde gritted out minutes before she left your apartment all those years ago. “We were drunk! And mind you, you had just left Portland.”

“And you didn’t even wait two seconds before fucking my best friend!”

“Oh shut it. It’s not like our bed was even cold before she jumped into yours.”

You have to brace yourself at the familiar voice. You plaster on your best fake smile before turning around. “Abby. Hey.”

“Don’t you ‘Abby, hey,’ me,” the defender berates, fixing you with an unamused look. 

“Jesus, what is this? I feel like all of my exes are here,” you complain, nervously pulling at your collar. Maybe Kelley was right when she warned you not to mix pleasure with business. You really should have listened to your sister more.

“Exes is such a loose term, don’t you think?” Abby rolls her eyes. You have to fight your urge to snort. She’s not exactly wrong. You don’t think you could really count any of these… prolonged sexual encounters you’ve had with any of them as a proper relationship. At least not the wine-and-dine type of relationship Kelley’s always been raging about. 

Someone clearing their throat has your eyes shooting to the side. You’re instantly shaking your head. “Nope,” you put your hands up. “We have never slept together. That much I know.”

Rose glares at you. “Shut it. I know what goes on in that mind of yours.”

Sonny cuts in again, yanking you back towards her. “Is there anyone you haven’t fucked?”

“Rose! I’ve literally never had sex with her!”

Your words fall upon deaf ears. 

“You’re the worst person ever.”

“You suck.”

“You’re horrible.”

“You messed me up bad.”

“You literally only ever called me when it was late. Or you were drunk. Or both.”

Bombarded with all of the noise, there isn’t really anything else you can say except for a short, bewildered, “Damn.”

You scratch at the back of your head when everyone’s glares increase tenfold.

“Really? That’s all you have to say for yourself?” 

“I… what more do you want me to say?”

Last you checked, you were on good terms with everyone. You had apologized to everyone you hurt, and it took a little bit of time, but they all eventually forgave you for all of the dumb choices you made in your early twenties. 

Looks like you were wrong. 

“Look. We can talk this out.”

It’s the look you receive that tells you ‘talking your way out of this’ will definitely not fly.

You gulp.

---

You’re sweating when you wake up. 

It takes you a second to remember where you are. The ceiling you’ve spent the last three years familiarizing yourself with stares right back at you. There’s a warm body right next to you, and you don’t even have to turn to know who it is. 

You do it anyways.

Leah’s already looking your way when you roll over. 

“Hi.” You try to ignore the way your voice sounds hoarse.

She accepts your kiss with a sigh. When her eyes flutter open again seconds later, you don’t miss the little twinkle that wasn’t there before. “You were saying a lot of names in your sleep. I totally wasn’t jealous or anything.”

“Right. Not jealous,” you echo, chuckling at the way Leah wrinkles up her nose at your tease. “Had a nightmare.”

Leah pauses. “About your national teammates?”

“Uh… my exes, actually.”

You can see her practically counting all of the names you had muttered in your sleep. Shuddering, you really hope you hadn’t said everyone’s names. The amount of teasing that’s sure to come your way…

“You were a little fuckboy, weren’t you?” 

If the two of you had this conversation a couple years ago, those words would have been spit out in a fit of anger. The conversation wouldn’t be very productive, with you vehemently defending yourself and Leah asking for more commitment. Now though? Well now you’re blushing in embarrassment and Leah’s trying her hardest not to laugh right into your face.

You grimace. “That’s a bit crude, don’t you think?”

Leah raises an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

Your first few years after bursting onto the soccer scene was marred with countless reckless decisions, that much you will admit. Struggling to break out of your sister’s shadows, you did more than a couple things you weren’t proud of. One of them being sleeping with more than half of your friends and teammates.

It really wasn’t until you accepted the contract overseas that you decided to fix up your image. You were great at soccer, you really were, but it was hard for people to take you seriously when all you were known for was jumping from bed to bed.

“I’m a kept woman,” you murmur, tightening your hand against the edge of Leah’s shirt. “You really wrangled me down.”

“I really did, didn’t I?” she hums, rolling over so you could fit into her arms much more easily. It’s hard to miss the self-satisfied smile on her face.

You were smitten from the start. You knew within the first five minutes of meeting Leah that she was someone you wanted.

Despite your best efforts to charm her, your reputation still hung around like a lost dog. Leah mistook your flirting for something less than it actually was, quick to play it off as a joke. When you eventually found yourselves in bed together, you woke the next morning determined to ask Leah out on a date.

Only for the blonde to stop you before you could even get started.

“Thanks for helping me scratch an itch.”

Hiding the sting of rejection with a smirk, you tried to laugh it off.

Leah was the one who suggested it first. Friends with benefits. No strings attached. 

You halfheartedly agreed, resolved to take whatever you could get. And she gave you a lot. 

At least she did until she started running. 

Phone calls started getting ignored. Texts left on read. Every time you approached Leah she would brush you off. 

Not used to chasing someone, you were understandably taken off guard. 

Kelley was unsurprisingly not helpful when you explained your problem to her. 

“No, Kel. You can not break her kneecaps.” 

You were quick to match her unamused look with one of your own.

It took Leah nearly breaking your ribs in an international friendly for the two of you to finally get your shit together. 

“I thought you didn’t do relationships.” She explained softly, eyes nervously dropping to the ground.

“I don’t,” you quietly admitted. “But I want to. With you.”

Three years later, you haven’t so much as looked at another woman the same way you’re often caught staring at Leah. The matching rings are a fairly new thing, but it’s hard for you to find a reason to try and remember a life before you even got them. And why would you? With Leah by your side, it’s easy to let go of your past.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 12- Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Javier Peña x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, sex worker reader (we support and respect sex work in this house), reader wears lingerie and a robe

Notes- This one I think is my most unexpected out of the entire month, but I loved this idea so much! And I think I’ll be writing more of Javi P in the future too! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

To say up to date on when I post, follow my update blog too and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates​​. Reblogs highly appreciated!

~

All the girls always loved when Javier Peña came into the brothel. Not only was he one of the most handsome men to walk through those doors, but he was also a very attentive lover in bed. When you slept with Javier, he took care of you. Even though he paid for sex, he still made you feel special, and he always made sure you came.

So it was no wonder that whenever he paid the brothel a visit, everyone always clamored to be the one to be with him. But today, he had one person only that he wanted to see.

“Where is she?” he asked the other girls in a kind voice.

The others couldn’t hide the disappointment on their faces when he asked for you by name, but they respected his choice. They held onto the hope that perhaps next time it would be their name on Javier’s lips.

You were in the shadows, away from the others who bounced up to Agent Peña the moment they saw him. But there was an unmistakable spark in your eyes when you looked up and met his gaze. Heat immediately rose from your core and you swallowed hard when he reached up and cupped your chin.

“There you are,” Javier’s voice was low before he closed the gap between your faces and kissed you deeply.

All you could do was moan into his mouth as you dropped the short silk robe that covered your body and clung to his shirt. Every kiss with Javier was like the first time, and he always managed to take your breath away, so matter how hard you fought off the feelings. You felt safe with him, even from the first time you warmed his bed.

“It’s good to see you too, Javi,” you whispered when he broke away.

Javier’s eyes burned into your skin as he took in the sight of you. All that adorned your body was a matching bra and panties set, and nothing was left to the imagination. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when he swallowed hard as he soaked you in, taking so many unspoken words on the tip of his tongue down.

Suddenly, you felt you skin warm and tingle under his gaze, and you weren’t sure what to make of the look in his eyes, “Shall we head to a room?” you took his hand.

A flip seemed to switch in his head and Javier grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his chest, “Not today, baby,” he purred, “I want you right here.”

You gasped, “H-here?” you squeaked, caught off guard, “Are you sure?”

He smirked, “I am,” he caressed your body as he nuzzled his nose against the shell of your ear, “Let the others be jealous today.”

Oh, Javier was in a mood, and it made you pussy clench, “Because I’m your favorite?” you asked in a hushed tone as you worked his belt and jeans open.

Javier pulled back enough to look into your eyes but said nothing. Instead, he kissed you again with more fervor. He wouldn’t be the first to use the mattresses that littered the common area of the brothel, but Javier usually preferred privacy whenever he visited. Today, though, there was a fire behind his eyes and he wanted… needed to take you right there in front of everyone.

In a flurry of passions, you suddenly found yourself on the ground on all fours with Javier behind you. You didn’t even remember him pulling your bra off, but your breasts swung free as you felt Javier’s large hands cup them from behind you. The moan you let out echoed throughout the room as the other girls tried their best not to stare.

Javier let you go just for a moment to rip off his shirt and free his cock from his jeans, but his hands were back on you before you could whine at the loss. He ran his hands along your sides until he reached your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. Your mouth dropped open as he slapped the flesh of your ass once.

“Fuck!” you cried out before you could stop yourself.

Javier slapped your ass again and you jolted in pleasure. He rubbed you tenderly before slapping you once more.

“You like that, querida?” he groaned from behind you before he slapped you again.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He let out a low growl before he hooked his fingers into your panties and pushed them aside to reveal your dripping wet pussy, “Fuck, you do like that.”

“Javi…”

A shock ran up your spine as you felt his thick fingers play with your folds. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned loudly while Javier rubbed at your clit. Just as you were about to surrender yourself to the pleasure, he slapped you right on your cunt and you let out a loud scream. Vaguely, you felt the eyes of the other girls on you, but when he touched you like that, you couldn’t care less who saw.

“Fuck, baby,” Javier hissed as he stroked his cock a few times before he grabbed your hips.

“Fuck me, Javi,” you sounded pathetic as you begged him, but you didn’t care.

He just growled before he held your hips tightly and pushed into you. Your moans drowned out his own grunts as his cock stretched you out better than anyone else. Your arms shook and threatened to give out, but before you could collapse onto the floor, Javier grabbed you and reeled you back while he pushed himself the rest of the way into you.

Both of you cried out in bliss as he filled you perfectly. Javier wrapped his strong arms around you and kept you pinned to his chest while both of you stayed on your knees on the floor. Too engulfed with need, Javier wasted no time and pounded into you at a fast and harsh pace.

Skin slapped against skin as he held you tight against his body while he thrust his cock into you over and over again. All you could do was throw your head back and cry out in pleasure as he fucked you roughly, just how he knew you liked it. Javier growled in your ear as his gaze flashed across the room to the other girls who tried to look away from the two of you.

Javier moved one arm so that he could grab a handful of your breast while the other snaked down your front so he could rub at your clit again. As he kneaded your breast, he grinded his finger against your clit, he sped up his thrusts into your pussy. You felt too good around him, and Javier needed more.

He soon would get what he wanted, and he knew you were close from the way you clenched around him and screamed even louder. “Fuck! Javi! I’m…”

He groaned your name as he bit down on your shoulder and rocked into you harder until you completely came apart. With a loud cry, you came so hard that you gushed around his cock and your entire body trembled. Javier wouldn’t let you fall, though, and he held you tightly as he fucked you through your orgasm. Vaguely, you heard gasps from around you as the others watched you fall apart under his expert touch. 

Javier’s hips stuttered as he lost his rhythm because of your climax. But he quickly recovered and with a groan of your name, he came deep inside you after just a few more thrusts. He squeezed you hard as if he was worried he would lose you if he let you as he spilled himself into you. 

With both your climaxes ridden out, Javier slowed his pace until he stilled himself inside you. Both of you panted as you caught your breaths, and Javier kept his grip tight around you as he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, “You’re my favorite.”

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña imagine #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fic #Javier Peña fanfic #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #narcos #narcos fanfiction #narcos fic #narcos fanfic

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 10)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

Series Masterlist

Dinner was served.

You were still full from the Chinese you had earlier, but you put a little food on your plate to avoid offending the hosts of the manor.

Rafe sat next to you with one hand holding on to your thigh and the other picking at his place.

“So,” Ward begins, “You must be the infamous Y/N.”

Rafe perks up at the mention of your name. Until now, he’d shown no interest in the conversation at the table and was obviously impatient to get you back to his room.

“Yes sir, that's me,” you nod.

“Charlie’s kid, right?” he goads

You nod, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. Charlie was your father's name. If Ward knew his name by heart, that means he was aware of his reputation and, by extension, your mother's reputation.

“That means you’re Tammy’s kid, right, or…” he speculates.

“Yes,” you sigh, nodding your head and looking down at your plate.

Rafe squeezes your thigh, and you’re reminded of when he declared that you would always have him.

So in a moment of comfort, you place your hand over his own and squeeze, showing appreciation for his attempt.

“You know, I used to date Tammy back in my younger days,” he says

“Really,” Rose squeaks.

The statement caught everyone's attention.

“Yeah, if you were ready to become a man, you went to see Tammy.”

You drop your head in embarrassment.

“Dad, are you serious?” You look up to see Rafe, anger apparent on his face.

“What? I’m just saying your mother made some very questionable decisions in life. That's probably why Charlies got rid of her,” he mumbles.

"Dad!" Rafe says

“I thought he was found innocent because there was no evidence,” Rose supposes.

“Oh come on, hun, do you really believe-”

He’s interrupted when you suddenly stand, chair scraping against the floor, and frustration in your heart.

“She left,” you say

“Is that what he told you?” Ward snides, “Listen, your mother was not a good person, and your father even worse, so excuse me if I’m not so keen on having you parade around the town on my son's arm.”

“Ward!” Rose shrieks.

“Dad!” Sarah responds it was the first thing she’s said since dinner started.

Wheezy just sat back, entertained by the scene in front of her, plate empty and eyes wide.

Rafe stands next to you, grabbing your arm and pulling your ear closer to his mouth.

“Let's go upstairs.” he grabs your hand, pulling you toward the staircase. “We’re done with dinner,"

Just as you get to the base of the steps, Ward calls out to Rafe.

“Rafe, I’d like to see you in my office asap.”

“Sure, dad.” moving you to walk up the staircase.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He wraps his arm around your waist and plants a kiss against your neck.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

===

You walk into Rafe’s room, dragging your feet as fatigue seeps into your bones.

Dinner had been…intense.

It turns out Ward already knew who you were. Rumors of Rafe ‘The Kook Prince’ Cameron dating a pogue spread like wildfire.

You felt like you should have done more to keep your relationship with Rafe a tad more private. Maybe, you wouldn’t have had to worry about such a chaotic dinner.

Now you were sat in his bed waiting to get kicked out, as you listened to muffled arguing in what you assumed was Ward's office.

10 minutes in, the yelling became staggered. Still, it didn’t seem to be ending soon, so you decided to get ready for bed, hoping that maybe Ward would forget about your existence. They’re still arguing when you crawl under the covers, browsing through your phone and waiting for Rafe to return.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you were startled awake when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.

“Hey,” your voice husky.

“Hey,” he says, his voice tense.

You rub your eyes, and he pulls you closer to his chest.

“I’m sorry, “ you say, “ I should’ve just-”

He squeezes you, pulling his chin to the top of your head.

“I told you, you don’t need to be sorry; it was all him,” his voice tight with anger.

“Ok, I just don’t want to be the reason you and your dad fall out.”

“You won’t. Ward’s always been disappointed in me. I’m just a big fat waste of his time.”

“I wouldn’t say that” you wrap your arms around him and press your face against his chest.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I should say anything….”

“Just say it.”

“I know, Ward. I know how he treats people who he thinks are useless” you say

“And how would you know?”

“Well, for starters, my dad works for him” you pull away to sit up and get a good look at his face.

“What does that have to do with you?” he asked.

“The first time my dad messed up on the job, he got fired, was out of a job for a whole year, and he was running around the island, suffering from alcohol withdrawal doing odd jobs trying to pay bills.” Rafe starts playing with your fingers, and you place your hand over his own in retaliation.

“We suffered that year, I had to dip into my own funds to help pay for everything, and it's one of the reasons why he never asks why I disappear during the weekends.” you turn your attention back to his hand and pull it into your own. "Rafe, if Ward genuinely thought you were a waste of his time, then you wouldn’t be here, in his house, eating his food, using his resources.”

“I-” he starts, and you put your hand up to stop him.

“Dad went back several times, begging to get his job back. Ward knew he had a child to care for and still didn’t care. It wasn’t until his business was booming and he needed more hands that he bothered to take him back, and dad has been on his best behavior ever since.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“You don’t need to apologize for Ward,” you say, moving to lay down and hold his face in your hands. “But, since you really seem to care about his opinion of you, do anything, literally.”

He gives you a confused look.

“Invest your energy in something productive, and I promise you, he’ll think rainbows fly out your ass.” you move to lay a peck on his lips. “Just don’t let his opinion of you take over your life.”

“Never.” He pulls you closer by your ass, hauling you into a deep kiss.

And you stayed like that the rest of the night, with no sex or sexual actions. Just you, Rafe, and a make out session late into the night.

#Dark!Rafe Cameron #Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader #Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader #Dark OBX #Pogue! Reader #Pogue Reader #dark fics #Rafe Cameron c Reader #Outer Banks #series #Shackled #Shackled Series #dub con #dubcon #dubious consent

[oneprompt]

Hello again! Think you could do Boa nsfw headcanons.

authors note: why yes , I can do that .. happy to oblige , in fact ! anywho .. please enjoy to the fullest <33 i havent really written for boa , my apologies if shes a bit ooc-

Boa Hancock NSFW Headcanons

<3 <3 <3

NSFW

<3 <3 <3

note : gender is very vague for the reader. overall gender neutral , entirely. no afab or amab

- Lets get this out of the way, right away. Boa is not the type to sleep around. She’s the type to only have sex with somebody who she truly loves, as well as someone who loves her back. She needs a lot of time to prepare her heart for such a thing, due to her trauma and overall nature. Boa doesn’t do casual sex or hookups, she’s a sentimental person when it comes to sex. So, if Boa does actually grant you the privilege to take her in such an intimate way, you best feel honoured.

- Boa also makes sex super extra. Not the act itself, but the build up. She’s the most gorgeous woman ever! And a beautiful lady needs beautiful lady things. Whether thats having a candle filled room, rose petals angling her steps to the bed, lights dimmed just right, soft music filling the room... Or having herself be all gussied up, just an elegant yet skimpy robe hiding her decorative lingerie from your eyes. What can i say? Presentation means a lot to her.

- During your first night with her, Boa takes the lead 100%. Sure, she loves you and knows you wouldn’t hurt her but old habits die hard. She needs to feel in control of herself, and the situation. Give Boa all the sexual liberty and leverage for the first few times.

- The more used to sex she gets, the more submissive she becomes. Boa actually loves being pampered, especially in the bedroom. She finds it utterly romantic to submit to another person, offering them her soul, mind and body. Boa is a huge sub with you. She’s always crying out praises while you pleasure her, her body going numb from it all. Boa’s a huge pillow princess, especially with you.

- She isn’t too kinky, definitely vanilla. Like, 100% vanilla. I’m talking missionary, with nothing else. Of course, Boa is open to hearing of new things to try, especially if they make her feel good. She’ll need lots of guidance with exploring new positions, fetishes and sex toys. Similar to her stance on submission, Boa has to have a deep sense of trust with you if shes going to try new things. Change is intimidating.

- Out of all the new sexual things you introduce her to, Boa is sure to fancy toys the very most. Especially vibrators. It’s such an odd thing to her, to use such a contraption in the bedroom but its so good. Use a bullet vibrator on her while you’re pleasing her and she’ll melt into the sheets, utterly overstimulated. Perhaps she’d let you use a rotor vibrator on her while shes attending to her princessly duties....

- As i mentioned before, Boa is an absolute pillow princess. She prefers receiving more then giving, even with her partner. I mean, as an empress, shes used to people catering to her needs. Boa’s never had to really lift a finger, at least in the walls of her kingdom. So, she has those expectations with you... Of course, Boa can make compromises with her beloved...! She doesn’t mind at all.

- Boa tries her best to embody what your dream girl would be, both in and out of the bedroom. Through her hair styles, fashion choices, anything like that. She has no doubt that you find her to be stunning but she wants to amplify her charm, just for you. If you drop a hint that you like cute aesthetics, she’ll come to your guys’ next date in a pink, frilly dress, matching parasol in hand. After your date, you’ll be able to slip off her endearingly cute panties. Or if you like more elegant girls, she’ll make sure she’s always decked out in golden jewelry to catch your eye. Even having it trim the outside of her garter belt, beneath her dress. She wants nothing more then the approval of her beloved...!

- Boa loves face sitting, a lot. She gets to feel your lips, slaving away to satisfy her arousal, while also tending to whatever paperwork she needs done. Although, most of the time she just scribbles before giving up, falling complete captive to your mouth, hands nestled in your hair. She makes the cutest faces during it, just for you.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece fanfic #one piece reader inserts #one piece reader insert #x reader #reader insert #smut #one piece smut #smut headcanons #boa hancock #boa hancock x reader #boa hancock x you #boa hancock x y/n #boa hancock smut #x reader smut

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

How about a 24 from your Spotify wrapped drabble? My lucky number <3 and if you're willing to give us a peak of some other characters we didn't have a chance to meet properly yet, that would be most lovely. Say, Mergus or Tilda or Ben?

I apologize for the long wait. Please have some Tilda being sorta cute with Ben as they lounge in bed. (And if you missed it, there's also this snippet featuring Tilda I did last year for Whumptober.)

Spotify Wrapped #24: "Afterglow" by Scandroid

Words: 808

Content Advisory: Sexual themes and banter (nothing explicit depicted), thoughts of cannibalism(?), reference to past murder/violent events

Though Tilda remains awake, the wolf beneath her skin sleeps. Even if it were conscious (alert, aware?), it wouldn’t have had the energy to pace behind its cage of human flesh and bone like usual, ready to escape through the first weak spot it found. Ben has made sure of that.

Tilda closes her eyes, listening to the sedate beat of Ben’s heart directly beneath her ear. Each of his breaths lifts and lowers her as if she were a skiff riding an ocean swell. He’s hot as a furnace wherever their bare bodies touch, brimming with life despite conventional wisdom about vampires. More often than not, Tilda finds she’s the one who’s always cold, as if the wolf has swallowed her core, stealing all warmth for itself. Little about her life since she stole the family curse has followed expectations. That’s not a complaint more often than not.

Ben’s chest hair tickles her cheek as Tilda tilts her head to peer up, up, up at his sleeping face. There’s just so much of him in every direction. (Then again, she’s relatively small, even compared to national averages). She tries to imagine having met him on campus and a smile flickers across her face. His crooked nose and scarred knuckles would’ve made him an outlier among the veneers and surgically-precise symmetry of the country’s elite children. The sleek young men of the rowing and lacrosse teams would’ve scattered before him like jackals wary of a lion. Her smile turns into shaking with silent laughter.

There’s a glimmer of aged whiskey-brown as one of Ben’s eyes cracks open. “What’s the punchline, blondie? Not my performance, hopefully.”

“No. Just wondering if I would’ve gone home with you if we’d met at a party at my university or something.”

Both eyes are alert and fixed on her now. “And? What’s the verdict?”

“In your favor.”

A seismic rumble of satisfaction comes from the depths of his torso. “Groovy.”

“I would’ve left before you woke up, though. Nothing personal.” She’d gone into the majority of sexual encounters simply to feel something. Whether that was wild abandon or disgust hadn’t mattered. Whoever she’d gone to bed (or into a bathroom stall, or backseat of a car, or dark corner of a bar) with had been unwitting sacrifices in a ritual. One that allowed her emotions to rise from the grave and cavort before the sun rose again.

“Ouch. Can’t let a guy have a little pride for even a second, huh?”

“Your ego’s not fragile.” He’s easily among the most generous and easygoing people, human or otherwise, she’s ever met. Even at times when his usual warmth blazed into rage and his smile sharpened to a snarl it’s always been on behalf of his friends, his family. It’s one of the many things she loves about him.

She catches her choice of words under a mental jar to examine later.

Ben slides a hand up her spine and into her hair, massaging her scalp. Rough calluses on his fingers and the heel of his palm make for a pleasant kind of scratchiness. He easily cradles the entire back of her skull. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing compliments once in a while.”

Closing her eyes, Tilda rests her chin on top of her hands to give him a better angle. “Hmm. Well, I wouldn’t dream of leaving now.”

“You do look pretty cozy there.”

“I like listening to you. Especially with all the different turns of phrase you’ve picked up over the years. And you’re funny.”

“So, I’m good in the sack and I could hack it as a clown, is what I’m hearing.”

She considers mentioning that her mouth waters whenever the wolf first catches his scent. That every time she has to stop herself from biting and ripping and digging into the softest parts of him until she can work outwards into chewy muscle and the crunch of bone. Instead, she tells Ben, “You’re okay at baseball, from what I can tell.”

An earthquake of laughter erupts underneath her. Tilda grips Ben’s shoulders to keep from being shaken loose.

“I’ll take it,” he says once the tremors have settled. “Hell, that’s three more things than some people said I’d ever be good for.”

“Really? Not even at fighting?”

“Sweetheart, if I was any good my beak wouldn’t look like God’s hand slipped while slapping me together.”

“You’re a lover, not a fighter then.”

“I got a lot of endurance and know how to take an ass-beating, is what I mean.”

She drags her fingertips over the swell of his chest and down his sides, indenting muscle and fat. Her nails leave faint red trails behind for an instant before they heal. Tilda smiles when he shivers.

“How much endurance?” she asks.

The wolf sleeps, but that doesn’t mean she has to.

#dysthanasia #writeblr #answered asks #spotify wrapped game #werewolves #vampires

[sarandipitywrites]

dead roots, dark water for the ask game :3c

ABSOLUTELY.

so the WIP intro is here if you want the long version. the short version is: dark jak AU.

i started this one because i replayed tpl for the first time in like 15 years and accidentally Reawakened the Special Interest. it was supposed to be a short thing until it... wasn't. and somehow it went from 'a fun story about this thing i loved when i was a kid' to '300-ish page existential trainwreck clusterfuck about trauma and loss and learning to forgive yourself for not being the same person anymore' and i'm not sure how it got here but hey i'm having a great time :) and i'm almost done with the second draft edit (on pause until nano is over), so maybe the finished thing will see the light of day in spring sometime (assuming i'm very persistent and can keep the other plot bunnies at bay long enough)

thanks for the ask and listening to me rant 💜 for your suffering, have an excerpt from chapter 2:

This was fine. It was. They’d shared Jak’s bed in Uncle’s loft for… six years? Seven? Right up until the KG had taken Jak away. And it’d been fine. But in all those years, the tiny, animal part of Daxter’s brain had never been convinced that Jak was going to go cuckoo for cluckatoos in the middle of the night and shred him into confetti. Which he wasn’t. Jak’d had plenty of chances to maim him, and hadn’t taken a single one. Not in the prison, before he’d realized Daxter wasn’t a hallucination. Not when he’d killed the prison guards. Not any of the times Daxter had touched him without thinking, when any rational person would’ve stayed the hell away. Because Jak was Jak, and Jak wouldn’t hurt him. He also wouldn’t sleep, apparently. Jak, still in his street clothes, lay at the very edge of the bed with his back to Daxter. A minor earthquake would have sent him tumbling to the floor. Every few minutes he tilted his head to watch something else. The door. The window. The door, again. Which was ridiculous. Babak Village was the safest place on the Haven Peninsula. There was nothing to be— Daxter bit down on his tongue. His chest burned, bile rose to inflame his lungs. He shut his eyes against it. Jak was the brave one. He’d always been the brave one. The mattress creaked. Indigo eyes watched him, luminescent in the magma’s faint glow. “Yeah, definitely keep doing that. ‘S not creepy at all.” “How long?” Jak signed small, close to his chest. No-context questions. That was something to get used to again. “Two years. Three months. Twelve days.” Since Daxter had climbed out Thad’s window, leaving Jak behind. Since he’d run into the jungle, had gone home alone, had waited five whole days before even trying to leave Sandover— “Thanks. For saving me.” Daxter’s mouth dried and his eyes burned. He didn’t dare reply out loud. “You already said that,” he signed. “Can’t say it enough.” Fuck. What was he supposed to say to that? ‘Didn’t have a choice, turns out my life sucks without you’? “Well, we can just add it to the life-debt you owe me and call it good. Twenty years sound fair?” The corner of Jak’s lips curled into a smile. “Got to be at least two or three life-debts deep with you, by now.” “Two hundred forty-three years, but who’s counting?”

#saran answers #writeblr #tag games #wip folder game #my writing #jak and daxter #dead roots dark water #adhdavinci

[nottheweirdest]

This is my full piece for @shadow-zine called All of Me! Title: All of Me Rating: T Wordcount: 2313 Summary: Shadow wakes up and discovers his powers absent, forcing him to figure out who he is outside of the Ultimate Lifeform.

Read it below or on ao3!

A normal person wouldn’t be getting up this early. Not by choice anyway.

But Shadow never professed to be normal, and the quiet solitude the hour before dawn offered was a time he relished. There was something special, almost otherworldly about it. It was the overlap where those that went to bed late and those that rose early both slept and the streets were quiet, businesses closed, and lights dimmed. The air had a heaviness, a sense of space outside of time where the world seemed paused.

For someone sensitive to all manner of sensory input, it was the most peaceful hour of the day. And it was always over too soon.

With a heavy sigh Shadow slid from under the light cotton sheet that covered his body and sat, stretching his arms high above his head and cracking his neck with a satisfying pop. He toyed absentmindedly with his inhibitor bands as he stood and navigated toward his adjoined bathroom before his sole carbon based roommate woke and used all the hot water.

He drew out his routine as long as he could, clinging to solitude, but… duty always called. Fully dressed and ready for the day, Shadow stepped out of his room and into the shared space of Team Dark’s apartment.

Rouge sat at the breakfast bar, both hands cradling a cup of coffee like it was something precious and divine. She looked up as Shadow entered and winked. "Mornin' Sunshine. Finally decide to grace us with your presence?"

Shadow ignored her, opting instead to make a beeline for the container of coffee beans on the counter. He grabbed a fistful while Rouge made a face of disgust and shook her head. “I don’t know how that can possibly taste good.”

Shadow popped a few of the beans into his mouth. “Says the person who puts so much cream and sugar in her mug that calling it coffee is a stretch.”

Rouge stuck her tongue out and then took a spiteful sip from her cup.

Shadow huffed softly before noting the bat’s fuzzy pink bathrobe. “Cutting it close aren’t you?” he asked, gesturing toward her attire with his coffee free hand.

“Not if you’re zapping us there.”

“I don’t have an Emerald. You’re on your own today.”

“What?” Rouge snapped, jumping up and nearly knocking her cup to the floor. “You couldn’t have told us that last night? You know my morning routine is a process!”

Shadow shrugged. “You should have started the process earlier.”

Rouge growled as she rushed past him and toward her room. “Don’t think we’re done talking about this!”

Omega ambled in from the living room and crossed his heavy metal arms over his chest in robotic discontent. Shadow threw his hands up in indignation. “You don’t have any biological needs to tend to! How could you possibly be bothered?”

“ROUGE HAS ONLY CONSUMED 1.35 OF THE REQUIRED 4 UNITS OF COFFEE. THIS DEFICIT WILL IMPACT HER ABILITY TO FUNCTION AND CAUSE UNDUE TENSION AND–”

“He means I’m gonna be a real bitch all day because of you,” Rouge called out from behind her door.

Shadow cringed. That was undoubtedly true. “I’ll grab some more on my way in.”

“You better,” Rouge grumbled.

____________________

Thirty minutes of relative peace later, Shadow darkened his phone screen and slipped it deep within his quills. A quick glance into the kitchen told him all major appliances were off and the door’s deadbolt was set. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew would be an immediate bombardment in the office and muttered the words that would transport him to the G.U.N. Headquarters.

But nothing happened.

There was no stomach flutter, no sensation of falling, no tingle of energy, no abrupt rush of noise and light.

Shadow opened his eyes to find himself still standing in his apartment and felt his heart quicken in alarm. He called a chaos spear to his hand, but there was no bolt of energy, not even the faintest glow. He gulped, stomach twisting, panic beginning to set in as he pushed energy toward his skates, but again… nothing.

Frantically, he patted his torso, checking for some sort of physical cause of his lack of chaos — a device, an injury — but his gloved hands touched nothing but black and red fur.

This couldn’t be happening. It was impossible. Never in his life had his power failed to heed his call. Never.

Shadow stumbled over his own feet as he backed out of the living room and toward the door. His hands trembled as he flipped the lock. Maybe he just needed a boost. Like a battery. Maybe if he could find a Chaos Emerald it would give him a jumpstart. But then again, without his abilities he wouldn’t be able to sense one, and he couldn’t go to G.U.N.... Not like this….

What would others think? What would they do if they found out he was useless to them? Would he be removed from Team Dark altogether? Permanently assigned to desk duty? How would he keep his promise to Maria?

He shook his head, his thoughts rapid firing in such quick succession they were nothing but a blur of mental turmoil. He would have to rely on technology and there was only one person he knew of, aside from Eggman, that had the tech he needed.

He leapt down the steps that led to his apartment and darted forward only to hit asphalt face first. He snarled at himself, at his shoes, at everything, and pushed to his feet. His skates were heavy and clunky without the Chaos energy that normally powered them, but they would have to do.

With one last inward insult, he made for Tails’ workshop in a dark blur, managing to arrive within minutes despite his diminished speed.

Shadow hovered under the shade of an old oak tree, careful to stay out of sight. The last thing he wanted was Sonic’s young sidekick to get directly involved, genius though he may be.

No one could know.

Fortunately his heightened sensory abilities were still working perfectly and his sensitive ears could detect no movement or sound from within. It seemed the fox wasn’t home.

As quick as he could, Shadow darted across the front lawn before pausing at the door. This was the part where he would typically Chaos Control in, but… that clearly wasn’t an option. Brute force would have to do.

He twisted the doorknob, easily breaking the lock and pushing his way inside only to immediately grab for his ears in a desperate attempt to protect himself from the most horrendous, shrieking alarm he’d ever heard.

He winced, gritting his teeth against the pain as he stumbled through the cluttered space, eyes searching for the tablet Tails referred to as the Miles Electric. After a brief scan, he located it haphazardly leaning against a stack of textbooks on the fox’s desk.

Shadow made for the device as quickly as he could, hurriedly navigating a series of obstacles on the floor while still firmly covering his ears. He tripped halfway to his destination, foot catching on a metal stool and sending it crashing to the ground, triggering a cascading ripple of destruction throughout the room.

He cursed heavily, barely catching himself from joining the mess on the floor, and limped forward until he was finally close enough to snag the Miles Electric. Eager, if not desperate, to flee the cacophony of destruction he’d wrought, he hobbled back toward the door and made for the dense, quiet cover provided by the forest.

He didn’t stop running, not for a while, not until he was far, far away from the unabating blare of Tails’ security system. With a tired sigh he brought up the tablet, turning it every which way in his hands, trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing–

He froze.

The distant clanking of metal and thunderous crash of understory being disturbed was all too familiar.

Badniks. And a lot of them by the sound of it.

Shadow kept his grip on the tablet, but let it fall to his side, ears swiveling to try and pinpoint where the bots were coming from through the ringing still present in his ears. He crouched down, ready to fight, but then… he remembered.

What was he against a hoard of robots when he didn’t have his power? Sure, he was physically stronger and faster than the average Mobian, but with no Chaos energy….

He slowly stood, gaze flickering to his sides, unsure. His mouth felt dry, his breaths were fast and shallow, and a light sweat covered his body despite the fair temperatures. His stomach was knotted and his legs felt weak….

What was happening?

The clamorous noise grew closer until Shadow’s body acted of its own accord and he found himself diving behind a dense thicket of wild blackberries. He cowered there, blending with his namesakes, both furious and terrified. Was this what life would be like if he was permanently without his powers? Is this what he would become? A coward?

He closed his eyes, disgusted with himself, but made no move to get up until the echo of mechanic footfall had faded into nothing.

“Hey! There you are!”

Shadow nearly levitated with surprise before he recognized the voice that had called out. He groaned in frustration. “What do you want?”

Sonic moved around the edges of blackberry bushes, careful of their thorns, and then plopped down next to Shadow. “You mostly. Well. And Tails’ Miles Electric.”

Shadow stood abruptly, Sonic’s company the last thing he wanted. He handed the tablet to his blue counterpart and looked away. “Tell the fox I’ll cover the cost of any damages.”

“No one’s worried about damages, dude. We’re worried about you.”

“Don’t bother.”

“It’s not a bother,” Sonic countered as he stood. “It’s what friends do.”

Shadow let out a short huff. “We are not friends.”

“Psh. Of course we are. See me going on races with any other dense hedgehogs?”

“I won’t be doing that anymore.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s none of your business,” Shadow growled, moving away.

Sonic followed close behind. “Oh c’mon, you’re not that mad at me, are you?”

“Yes,” Shadow barked, jumping on the offered excuse.

“Then why haven’t you just Chaos Controlled away to escape my ‘incessant blabbering’ as you so kindly call it all the time?”

Shadow stopped. He didn’t want Sonic to know, he didn’t want anyone to know. He’d rather just slip away, let them think he’d gone on some adventure or mission without telling anyone, but….

He gathered his courage. “I lost my Chaos abilities.”

Sonic turned to face him, trying to meet crimson eyes. “You what?”

“I can’t use Chaos energy. I can’t Chaos Control, I can’t produce a spear. I can’t even use my skates!”

Sonic tilted his head in confusion for a moment before pushing by Shadow and moving ahead. “Let’s go for a walk. And before you argue with me, just know that I’ll follow you and tell you knock knock jokes until you come along. Or go insane. So, best to just skip that part probably.”

Shadow growled under his breath, fists clenching at his sides, but grudgingly followed. They walked in silence until the trees suddenly stopped at the edge of a creek-bottomed bluff, flashes and bursts of blue from a flawless sky just visible between the broken sections of forest.

The two were quiet for a moment before Sonic finally spoke. “Who are you?”

Shadow narrowed his eyes, shooting the hero a dark look. “Idiot, I’m the Ultimate Lifeform. You know that.”

“No, that’s a title. Who are you? Outside of your abilities, outside of where you come from and how you came to exist.”

Shadow stilled, some of his anger fading, exchanged for reflective surprise. He’d never really thought about it. He was created for a purpose, made as a cure, made to be the ultimate lifeform in every way. But outside of that….

“I don’t know,” he whispered, voice barely audible.

Sonic turned to him and offered a small smile. “I do. You’re one third of Team Dark. You’re the guy who has dedicated his life to honoring a promise he made to a girl who’s been dead for over half a century! You’re the guy who’s sacrificed himself to save the world, to save me.” The hero paused until Shadow looked at him. “You didn’t do any of those things because you were the Ultimate Lifeform. You didn’t do them because you have fancy Chaos powers. You did them because you’re you, because you’re Shadow the Hedgehog.”

Shadow was silent as Sonic’s words registered. It had never occurred to him that his powers were just a small part of his identity instead of the full focus. Without them… life would certainly change, but he would still lay in bed and savor the serenity of the gray before dawn. He would still eat coffee beans. And he would still find himself irritated every time Sonic opened his mouth.

But... maybe not as much as before.

Sonic elbowed Shadow’s side playfully. “Tails got some reports of bots near the coast before I left. Wanna race?”

Shadow rolled his eyes. “It’s cheating if you have a Chaos Emerald.”

“Hmm,” Sonic smirked knowingly. “Guess you caught me!”

And then Shadow realized he’d felt the Emerald Sonic carried. He easily summoned a spear to his hand and then glanced at his rival in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Followed your Chaos signature like you taught me, actually.”

“You mean it was there the whole time?”

“Yup,” Sonic grinned, stepping backwards. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Now, how about we go ruin Egghead’s day?”

Shadow felt the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. “It would be my pleasure.”

#shadow zine #all hail shadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #pre relationship #identity crisis #sonic the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #hurt/comfort #shadow the hedgehog needs a hug #my writing #sonic fanfiction

[fandomout]

Heyyy hope you’re well, I loved you fic. Your so talented. I just wanted to ask if you would do a part 2 of lip x reader where he realises reader was always there for him and he ruined everything with her and tries to go back to her. It can end however 💕

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

@bxnnywatts , @izraahh1 , and anon thanks for suggesting a part 2. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it inspired me with some great ideas!

Also, to the anon that wanted a Lip seeing reader 10 years later. I'm working on it 😊

Lip realizes his mistake

After you left Lip to fend for himself on the ground, he could only stay on the ground and reflect. He felt slightly numb as more of the alcohol from earlier kicked in. He was feeling terrible as it is, but after what happened between you two, his stomach panged. Although he was feeling pretty helpless, it was starting to get dark out, so he sat up and took out his phone. He attempted to call you, but you hung up quickly. He sighed and rose to his feet. He called and called as he made his way through the street not really searching for any particular place, but he let his feet carry him.

Lip found his way to Kev and V’s. Both of them give an alarmed look at Lip’s state. Lip lays money on the table and says, “Keep‘em coming.” V gives Kev a stern look and motion him over to Lip. Kev nods and walks over. He serves him a pint and asks, “Everything alright, bud?” Lip down ths pint in reply. “Alright then, but you seem like you started your party earlier today .“

"Well, the party’s not over, I guess.” He taps at his glass for another one, which Kev provides. V rolls her eyes at Kev and makes her way over.

“Is there something you want to talk about, Lip?”

“V, you don’t just ask a guy-”

“I am a terrible human being. I mean no wonder Helene doesn't want to be with me, but now...now, I’ve ruined it with them too…” He lays his head sideways on the bar with a frown and closed eyes. V looks over to Kev with satisfaction on her face while Kev waved her off. Lip grabs onto the pint and starts chugging it. V grabs onto him, stopping him at a little less than half and urges, “Okay. Okay! You’ve had enough.”

“Not fair. I’m not done.”

“This is all you're getting for a while.” Lip shrugs feeling the bizz hit him quickly as he was already tipsy from the drinks he’d had earlier that day.

“Why did I have to go and say that stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“Like like-I have to take a piss.”

“Huh?” He stands up and repeats, “I have to take a piss. You-" He points accusingly to his pint glass. V caught off guard by the action. Lip goes forward and stumbles before he points once more to his glass to say, "Stay." As Lip goes into the bathroom, V can only state, “I’m worried about that child.”

Lip is quick to do his business and is on his way out until he finds himself in the mirror. He had to agree that he didn’t look like himself. He ran his hand over his face before he washed his face in aggravation. He looks to himself, but all he can see is you yelling, “You’re the worst! You don’t deserve anyone, so you certainly don’t deserve me! I’ve been there for you always! Always! How could you throw me away like nothing?! I should’ve thrown you away a long time ago! You're projecting, you're pathetic!” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “You hate me…” He looks up in hopes to see you again; however, he is only met with his own reflection and wanting nothing more than to see you again. Reality setting in that he may get the reality of not seeing you in front of him again.

With that fear, he rushes forward out of the bathroom knocking into someone’s shoulder, which causes him to fall over head first onto the ground. Everyone becomes alarmed, but Kev and V rush over. Quietly, Lip says, “I hate me too."

"Wha?" Kev asks.

"They didn't say they hated me when we talked but they should have because I mean what kind of person let alone a best friend would-Can’t lose them. I have to go to the-” V interrupts him to ask, “Hun, are you okay?”

“I can’t let them go...especially not like this.” Lip tries to get up, but Kev restraints him with the soothing words of, “Yeah, yeah, you can do that later. Right now, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I have to-Y/N-” Lip can’t resist Kev's restraint anymore than he can act like nothing happened.

Kev and V walk into the Gallagher’s house much to Fiona’s discontent. As Kev leaves Lip to sleep it off, V fills in Fiona as best she can about what happened at the bar. Fiona thanked them before going to check on Lip. He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. She grabbed his phone for some kind of clue and saw all of the calls he’d made to you. She narrowed her eyes to the cell in her hand unsure of what could happen between you two and wastes no time in dialing you on her cell. You didn’t dare to answer her and turned your phone off. Since you weren't on good terms with Lip, you couldn’t risk another Gallagher's persuasion, so you did your best to sleep that late night.

In the morning, Lip was woken up by Ian stomping into the shared room and dropping a huge box carelessly into his lap.

“Uhmm, ow!” Lip groaned.

“Yeah. Boo hoo you and your bo bo.” Lip starts looking into the box. At first, he was unsure of the items in front of him, but he made out movie tickets, restaurant receipts, a few notes. It wasn’t until he saw a few polaroid's and photo booth pictures of him and you that he understood what the box was.

“Wha-Where did you get all this?” Ian lays a hand on his hip in reply. Lip rolls his eyes at his brother and asks, “Are you trying to tell me you have an obsession with me and Y/N?” Ian grabs the pillow on the bed and slaps Lip with it. “Why are you hitting me so much today?”

“Lip, you are an idiot!”

“What for?!”

“Jesus, this box belongs to Y/N. They kept everything between you two, like ever.” Lip looks down and remembers the last words you two exchanged.

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Colleen was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!..I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”

He looks to Ian and asks, “Why do you have this?” Possible answers running through his head but none of them sounding like the truth to at least not truths he wants realized.

“I found it...in the alley.” Lip sighs deeply. His heart felt like it was being wringed out. In all the years you’ve known him you always had a certain gentle touch to him. Always trying to keep from adding to his sufferings. I was something special he found in you unlike everyone else he’s ever met.

He’s taken from his thoughts by Ian asking, “What even happened between you two? They wouldn't let me in their house much less tell me what happened. I got so desperate that I was gonna try the back door when I saw the box.. Fiona mentioned that something happened between you two bu-”

”Fiona? What does she know?”

“Lip, catch up, no one knows what went down. We’d all like to know though…”

“We-uh-” Lip wipes at his drippy eyes. “We had a dispute.” He said simply and rose to his feat trying to get changed for the day. He kept his back in Ian’s view as he tried to internalize and bottle up the peering emotions.

“I figured. Are you gonna tell me about what-” Lip turned around swiftly and roared, “No!” Ian got up close to Lip and hollered, “Don’t go yelling at me! Fix your shit between the two of you!...They are my best friend too, and I know they’re hurting right now…” Lip sofens and flumps onto the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.

“Ian, I know I hurt them. I always seem to...When they are nothing but there for me, god I really messed up. I wish-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good stuff.” Ian picks Lip up from the bed. “While it’s fresh, don’t tell me, tell them.” Lip nods vigorously. He hurriedly gets on his shoes and makes his way out the door with the box of mementos in hand.

You’d gotten up that morning feeling just all sorts of terrible. You’d hardly gotten any sleep. Your eyes are all puffy and slightly sore from rubbing at them. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe in a day by now. You were awakened by Ian at your door, but you shied him away quickly. Thinking you could move on with you day was too optimistic as you heard a gentle knock on your door followed by the words, “Delivery!” The words coming out abnormally squeaky, so you knew something was up. You look through the peephole cautiously and see Lip. You try to figure out if you should say anything: tell him to leave, tell him you need time, tell him he really hurt you, play along with his charade; however, you're not allowed a choice when your phone goes off, your hands flounder for it in order to get it off. The caller being none other than Lip. You curse under your breath. Lip’s voice calls out on the other side of the door. “I know your home. Please let me talk to you…” Your tears falling out all over again.

“I-” Your voice running dry. You clear your throat and strongly say, “Go the fuck away! I don’t need this right now!”

“But, Y/N-”

“No! Fucking go! You cared at all about me, you’ll leave me the fuck alone!” He stumbled back drunk in shock of the words. Lip wanted to bust down the door to just hug you, or go off and drink until he passed out again. He just wanted anything other than this reality.

“I do care! I’m sorry If I hadn’t made that known...I should’ve.

You ask, “Are you drunk again?!” He sighs thinking of all the times he’d had to ask others that question that impulsively he answered, “No!” He cursed himself for it and replied once more softer, “No, I’m not.”

“Lip, that’s great in all, but you need help.” Lip’s lip trembles. He attempts to halt the rumble with his teeth, which was futile. You could hear it in his voice for his next words, “I know...You made it very clear to me that I needed help when you disappeared...Yes, it was only for about a day, but I need you to understand something.”

“There’s nothing else to say. I understand.” Lip narrows his eyes and asks, “You do?” You nod although he can’t see you and explain, “We’ve been friends for a long...long time…” Lip smiles hopeful of the response to come; however, it is short lived as you follow up with, “and it’s time to branch out. I mean you have college, different needs, different friends, so...ummm...if you came out of guilt, I’ll just leave you with no-” You clench at your heart as it clenches. It physically was starting to hurt you, but you managed the last few words, “no hard feelings.” Lip pounded at the door once, which made you flinch back.

“No hard feelings? No, no, Y/N?...Y/N that’s not how I feel at all. What I said to you, it was wrong for one thing but also far from the truth. I told you some of the biggest lies when we spoke-Look, I’m horrible. I admit it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you thought so too. I just can’t have you thinking any of this is on you. I can’t have that no matter how this turns out between us...Making you feel like this isn't even my only crime against you-” You heard him shudder on the other end of the door. You walked forward gently but stopped short. You find yourself and open the door. Your face is only reading sullen. Lip’s about to move forward, but the pain he reads in you stops him. Tears pour from your eyes, and you continue to say, “What did you expect?! You choose some woman that’s hurt you so many times it seems over your supposed best friend! I have been there for you! I do not deserve this treatment! I deserve better! You don’t get that, and I don’t think you ever will…I could chalk it up to your drama and being too damaged, but honestly, Lip it's your own damn fault...Years together, and you can’t see what you have right in front of you. Goodbye. Hope things work out for you...” You see how he hangs his head low and begins to sob. You hadn't decided exactly what you’d do with Lip. Glassy oceans meet your gaze. He reaches out and pulls you into a hug that you're not prepared for. His body started to shake against you. He mutters, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” over and over, at least that's what it sounded like at points. When his voice wasn’t cracking, he sounded like wind was knocked out from crying so hard. You wanted to hold him too and feel comfort. History told you that making this too easy on him was what you got you here in the first place. Reluctantly, with effort, you remove yourself from him. The pain in his eyes glossed in at the action.

“Hate you?!” You scoff. “I don’t-”

"You don't understand..." You sob out because this was all just so hard on you, which in turn was making it hard on him. He moves slowly forward and cradles your head gently and ends up resting his thumb on your cheek to wipe tears away.

"I know I don't understand what you feel, but I know what I was doing wrong now. I know how I've been hurting you." He breathed out trying his best to calm himself down. He bites at his lip. “My biggest crimes-” He clears her throat. “Taking you for granted. You know, I don’t always thank you for the things you do, especially not lately. I-I haven’t been on your side even when you’ve always been on mine.” He smiles softly. “It’s something I should of really seen before, but like you said, I’m people stupid. I just really want you to know that your not only the best friend I could ask for but the best person...I want you to know that even if you hate me now-”

“No, please just say it. I don’t want you to hold back.”

“Lip, I have hated how you’ve been lately, but hating you, now that’s too easy, so I don’t...”

“Really?” He whimpered.

“Really. I mean I was just at threshold, but I can’t hate you...I did really hate what you said to be though...I mean years of friendship-”

“I-I know. I said it because I was hurting. That wasn’t right.”

“I know you hurt, but I’ve only ever wanted to hurt together rather than leave you alone. That being said, I’m not sure where I want us to go from here…”

“Whatever you wa-”

“I’d really like you to sell to me why we should still have any kind of relationship. There are a lot of things you did, and I feel you care just-”

“I wish is acknowledges some things you do that I notice that I don’t flat out say that mean so much: making sure I eat in the sneaky ways you do like boasting it's so good or making “extra”, making sure I’m not cold-just you know caring for me in little ways..,” Your heart quickened at his confession. You didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. “I didn’t value our relationship like I should have. I will if you let me. One of the biggest things is I should've let you know how much I-I should've let you know how much I...I love you.” You swallowed at the words. While you knew he did care, you knew love was touchy for him, and he’d never said it to you. “I love you, Y/N.” You hugged onto him uttering against his shoulder, “That’ll do it.” You both laughed out loud. Lip held you tightly like you’d slip away, and he let out groans of relief. “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, so relieved.”

“Me too.” You both stare at each other with smiles on your faces. He wipes at the dried and wet tears and states, “I’m really sorry that I made you cry.”

“Let’s call it even.” You wipe his face with your sleeve with a smile.

“There’s a smile.”

“Well, you caused it, and uhhh...Look, all the self loathing, you gotta work on that...and the drinking I’ll be here to help with that too bec-'' He gave you an expression of doe eyes before he leaned forward meeting his lips to your in which you returned. “Is that part of showing me you care?”

“Yeah. Something like that, but it’s a gesture to show I do love you. I should’ve done this sooner.”

“What about your pro-”

“No one compares to you. I now see that. So, permission to kiss you again.”

“Maybe after some food. I’m starving.”

“Fair enough. Where do I put this box?”

“Where did you get that?”

“Ian.”

“Ian?”

“I can’t believe you kept all this. Also, I’m embarrassed I didn’t make one myself.”

“You don’t think it’s kiddish?”

“No. It’s sweet.” He kisses your forehead.

“Wow, you're really sweet too. People's skills are already better.”

“I don’t know if I’m really less people stupid, but I know I’m less clueless about you. I’d like to become a Y/N expert.”

Hope your day got better

@lipgallagherstan

#lip gallagher #lipgallagherimagines #lip gallagher preference #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fluff #shamelessimagine #shameless x reader #shameless preferences #shameless masterlist #imagine #preference #reader insert #reader imagine #x reader #fluff #One shot #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher one shot #angst #lip gallagher angst #gender neutral s/o #gender netural reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #gender neutral

[nikoruistyping]

Valentine’s Day || Tony Stark || Headcanon

Tony Stark x Wife!Fem!reader​

TW: Fluff, Smut, Playful Banter, Valentines Day, Adult Language/Swearing, Dirty Talk, Kissing/Making Out, Fingering (Kinda), Oral Sex (Fem Recieving), Vanilla Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Nudity, Aftercare/Cuddles

A/N: Happy Valentines day everyone! Wrote this one for all my Tony Stark peeps out there, this ones for you guys! I wish I had more time to write something more fleshed out and complete but this week I’m super busy and lol my burned fingers wrote this with lots of love and care so I hope you all enjoy it regardless and lowkey wishing he was real so he could be my actual valentine for the day T_T ugh I love this GIF of him because he looks so happy my heart UWU

February 14th...Valentine’s Day and also the one day out of the whole entire year where you let Tony spoil you rotten with almost anything and everything (besides on your birthday of course)

The day started off with flowers and I mean FLOWERS like this man would buy you the whole damn florists shop if he could

Roses were obviously the main flower of choice for the day and he always made sure to send cute little notes with each flower delivery you got

“I love you so much honey -T.S”

“It’s always going to be you sweetheart -T.S”

“There is no me without you -T.S”

Each message and many more throughout the day always made you smile and sometimes even shed a few tears from how much Tony really loved you

He would shower the whole house in Rose petals so that you would wake up to the most beautiful sea of red

Funny enough Valentine’s Day was also the one day you would allow Tony to cook

You wouldn’t dare let him anywhere near the kitchen after the last time he almost set it on fire but today was an exception

Being very careful and cautious he always delivered you breakfast in bed the minute you woke up

A full course meal with all your favorites, anywhere he could draw or make a heart with icing or sauce he made sure to have it on there

He made it a point to show you that on this day (and everyday of course) that you meant the world to him and he was the luckiest man alive to have you all to himself

Next on his list to ultimately pamper you was to take you on the biggest of shopping sprees

Even though most of the time you always told him you didn’t need a new dress or another pair of shoes he would always just insist on taking you to Rodeo Drive and maxing out one of his many black cards

Of course he would tag along and would always give his honest opinion about anything you decided to buy even though you knew he was just saying you looked “Stunning” in every outfit because he was your husband

He truly loved anything you bought or wore and he maybe was a little biased towards anything that had tones of red and gold in it

After a lengthy afternoon of shopping and having Tony be the one carrying all the bags, it was time to hit the spa

He always would make an appointment for you so that you could relax and treat yourself from all the hard work you were doing at the company, he knew how taxing and stressful the job was so of course a facial, massage and mani/pedi would fix you your spirits in no time

Being as this was the only time during the day you didn't have Tony attached to your hip he always took this part of the day to set up dinner

Each year he tried to challenge himself to cook a more complex dish

You always appreciated his efforts and slowly but surely the food was getting better every year the more he seemed to practice, study, research and well actually follow the recipe

It was the one day that he felt like he should be impressing you even though you didn't need him to do any of that, you loved and even married him for who he was as a person not his questionable cooking skills

Once finally arriving home and being able to smell the delicious food that was cooking in the kitchen you snuck away up to your bedroom and change into one of the many dress you had bought that day

And maybe you had a little nice surprise underneath just for Tony to unwrap after dinner

You would walk into the kitchen all dolled up and looking like a model or even a movie star and Tony would always be starstruck by your beauty

“Wow...you are absolutely breath taking sweetheart. Literally I’m speechless.”

You always knew how to shut him up but in a good way

Meanwhile you would always smile at Tony’s get up, he was just in a simple t-shirt, jeans and sporting a messy kitchen apron as he cooked

These last few years you both agreed to just make things casual since you both had spent so many years always doing things big and over the top while you dated so it was nice to change it up now that you were settled down

But regardless you still liked to dress up for your husband

After eating Tony’s surprisingly delicious food you knew what was coming next...dessert

“Ok you’re not going to believe it but I was actually able to bake a cake for dessert and-OH”

You were sitting on the cleared off dinner table, your dress hiked up and your legs wide open, enough for him to clearly get a good few of your lacey lingerie that was underneath the dress

“I was actually hoping maybe I can be dessert, what do you think?”

“Ah fuck the cake, I’d rather be eating you up instead.” He declared, quickly making his way to you

His lips quickly pressed up against yours as he nudged himself into the space between your legs, you wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer and your fingers entangling in his hair

He wasted no time pressing his body up against you and his strong arms wrapping around your body and lifting you up while he carried you to the bedroom

Your lips never broke apart from his and within an instant clothing went flying left and right and he laid you down on the bed

Both your tongues pushing and pulling against each other as moans escaped both of your lips, his fingers going down to your heat and rubbing your clit while he hovered over your body

You gasped looking down and your nails were digging into the nape of his neck, the way his skilled fingers moved was making you see stars

He moved away from your lips and he wanted to make sure to show attention to your whole body, kissing down your neck as he spoke in one worded sentences

“You…”

Slowly tracing his lips down the valley of your breasts

“Are…”

Leading down your stomach and towards your pussy

“So…”

He left hot open mouthed kisses on your inner thigh

“Beautiful…”

As the words came out of his mouth you felt his tongue dive into your folds and my god his tongue was working its magic

Your hands flew to his head and you pulled at his brown locks nudging him to go further into your heat as you were no longer trying to hold in your moans

Your legs clenching closed and your thighs were squeezing his head gently

“Tony I’m gonna-” You were out of breath as you came for him, you could still feel his tongue licking up your slit and once his head came up for air and he looked up at you. The way his lips were glazed in cum, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed

“Dessert was quite tasty I must say.” He smirked up at you and now it was your turn to return the favor especially since you couldn't ignore that his cock was clearly hard at this point

You cupped his face and brought him back up to your lips, you kissed him passionately and you could even taste remnants of yourself

With your legs wrapping around his middle you used what force you had and flipped the both of your over, you landing right in his lap, straddling his waist with your thighs

“Dessert might have been tasty my love but you’re forgetting the cherry on top.” You said with a sly smirk while your hips grinded against his as his cock was teasing your wet folds, earning a husky groan from your husband

“Certainly can’t forget the cherry, how silly of me.” He said as he looked up at you, his eyes worshiping your body and how he loved every part of you no matter what

His hands held you tightly as his mouth nuzzled into your neck kissing and biting your weak spot as you sunk down on his cock both of you moaning in unison

Between muffled moans and groans along with the fast upbeat rhytem of Tony’s fast upward thrusts and your hips rocking and grinding down onto him, together you both reached your highs in minutes

As his head decided to lay on your chest using your breasts like a pillow you embraced him closely, your hands sprawling against his shoulders, massaging the space between his neck and shoulder blade

The room filled with heavy breathing and the sound of soft kisses against your skin you held Tony close while the both of you cuddled together, enjoying the closeness, the comfort of each other’s presence

“That was definitely better than the cake I spent two hours making…” Tony mumbled into your chest, a chuckle following as your fingers raked through his hair

“You know I actually wouldn't mind something sweet right now after that extensive workout we just pulled.” You say with a small giggle smile pulling Tony’s head from out of your chest so that you could look him in the eyes

“I’ll grab the forks and you grab the cake, deal?” You say with a big smile on your face

“Its a deal,” He said as his fingers traced circles on your back.

“I love you so much Y/N, Happy Valentine’s Day honey.” His tone smooth like actual honey as he placed a quick kiss on your lips

“I love you too Tony, Happy Valentine’s Day my love.” You say right back to him

Both of you quickly cleaned up and threw on some pjs as the two of you stared lovingly into each others eyes while you both fed each other delicious chocolate cake and to end off a perfect night you both slow danced to your wedding song before finally falling asleep in each others arms

Mission: Valentine’s Day has been yet again successful this year and hopefully for many more to come

Complete Masterlist

Got a Request? Check out my Guidelines!

#tony stark #tonystark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #tony stark headcanon #tony stark fluff #tony stark smut #tony stark mcu #ironman #iron man #ironman x reader #ironman x y/n #ironman x you #iron man fluff #iron man smut #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu #ironman mcu #headcanon #ironman headcanon #valentinesday #valentines day au #fluff #smut #requests

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

#kirishima #bakugou #yandere #bully bakugou #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.dark content #Yandere BNHA #Yandere kirishima #dark kirishima #dark bakugou

[chaotic-major]

MPAU Part 1

For @min-play I hope you like it! This will be following Min-Play’s Movie Possession AU. Enjoy part 1!

Lloyd liked to consider himself a fairly normal person. Sure, his dad whom he’s never actually met in person attacks the city every other day but besides that, everything in his life is normal. The bullies can be a bit much, considering it's basically the entire population of the city, but his mom doesn't need to worry about anything more than her job. Lloyd can handle it, he’s fifteen. 

He fixes his hood as he walks down the street, avoiding eye contact with anyone but the ground. He’s memorized the route home by now. As the city falls into dusk, Lloyd takes a moment to gaze at a fountain in a small plaza. He doesn’t dare enter of course, but it’s nice to take in the beauty of the city once and awhile, especially if it doesn’t always last too long. 

The clouds overhead rumble as a light rain starts to fall. Lloyd sighs and watches all the people gather their things and head into their homes or find buildings to seek shelter from the rain in. He starts to continue his walk back when a dark vortex opens in the sky. Lloyd stares at it, puzzled. Is his dad somehow orchastairing this? He wouldn’t put it past him, honestly. But as soon as it opened, it closed and the rain abruptly stopped. As confused as Lloyd was, he had no energy to question it at this point. He sighed before turning on his heel and going home.

Morro realized he wasn’t entirely in the right. Holding the realm crystal in one hand and his sensei’s in the other, Morro realized it was up to him. Save himself, or save the ninja. When he looked behind master Wu to see the ninja’s scared and angry faces, he knew what choice he had to make. Putting the realm crystal in Wu’s hand and ignoring his pleas to save himself Morro looked at his sensei and let go, a sad smile on his face.

“You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.” He says as the Preeminent grasps onto him and pulls him down, closer and closer to his watery doom. Lloyd lunges forward suddenly and smacks the realm crystal, opening a portal below Morro. The Preeminent lets go and Morro is pulled down into the portal, Lloyd’s last words to him ringing in his ears.

“I forgive you, and I’m sorry.”

Morro fell through the void as if he had any weight, a force of gravity pulling him down through the opening on the other side. When Morro opened his eyes, he was floating in front of a large city, with buildings that seemed to touch the sky and with lights that glowed brighter than most others he’d seen in the past few weeks. He floated through the streets, glaring at every person who walked through him and paid him no mind regardless. 

“Hello!?” He shouted, flying above the crowd. “Can any of you fools hear me?” No one gave any response. He looked around, almost frantically, wanting to be heard.

“H-holy shit. You’re a gh-ghost.” A meek voice said from below him. Morro turned and flew down, inspecting the person who spoke. He seemed to be a young teen in a green hoodie, the hood up and covering his hair. It was blond and strands were falling over his face. His eyes were an emerald green, a colour he’d seen in someone else before…

The realization struck Morro in an instant. This was… Lloyd? He seemed nothing like the green ninja Morro had grown familiar with. This one seemed shy and scared, so much so he didn’t ever seem to take off his hood. The Lloyd Morro possessed was confident and strong, the green ninja. This Lloyd didn’t look like he could hurt a fly.

“I am. So who are you?” Morro asked, not wanting to look like a fool if he was wrong.

The boy shifted on his feet. “I’m Lloyd. What’s your name?” 

Huh. This kid really knew nothing. “I’m Morro. Master of Wind.” He looked Lloyd in the eye. “And you’re the green ninja.” That made Lloyd drop his expression of fear and trade it for confusion.

“The green ninja? What’s that?” Lloyd inquired. Morro looked like he was about to tear his hair out. What god forsaken universe did Lloyd send him to?! Death a second time would’ve been better than this! Morro groaned. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Morro said before promptly possessing Lloyd. The teen screamed as a spectral projection of him was produced, taking Morro’s spot. Morro glared at him until Lloyd realized he was basically fine. He stared at Morro, shock and confusion apparent on his face.

“Wh- what are you going to do? Now that you’ve possessed me?” Lloyd asks the specter in his body. Morro scoffed and walked away, knowing that Lloyd would be pulled after him if he got too far from the body. 

Morro walked through the streets, watching as people parted around him. He tried to ask for directions to the museum multiple times, all a fruitless effort as people either scoffed at him or threatened him away. Morro was more than agitated at this point. Everything was so bright and loud, so much space in the street and yet so little. The buildings were too tall and he felt much too small. Morro caught sight of an alley and ducked into it, breathing out a gentle sigh of relief as he escaped the loud and towering street. 

“What’s wrong with these people…” Morro mutters, walking farther into the alley. Lloyd’s small voice piped up from behind Morro.

“Um… H- hey, it’s getting pretty dark… I really shouldn’t be down here this late. We should go back.” Lloyd suggests. Morro lets out a laugh that chills Lloyd to the core.

“Wow. That’s adorable.” Morro says in a mocking tone. An apparition of himself appears before Lloyd.

“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not in control here. So shut up and stay put.” Morro demands. Lloyd looks down before looking back to Morro.

“C- can I at least call my mom? She’ll be worried.” Morro raises a finger and opens his mouth to reply before he was thrown from the mindscape and back into Lloyd’s body. Suddenly, Morro was up against the wall, a knife to his neck.

“Make a sound and I’ll slit your throat,” The man said in a low tone. “Garmadon.” Morro grew more emranged, if that were possible. He blasted the man off of himself, kicked his legs out and pulled the man to the ground, hand in his hoodie, holding him to the ground.

“Let’s make this crystal clear.” Morro said, holding the knife to the man’s throat, hair now a jet black in contrast to the sunny blond it had been seconds ago. “ I am not Lloyd Garmadon.” He announced. “I and Morro. Master of Wind. And I will be the Green nin--” Morro was cut off as Lloyd managed to grasp hold of control.

“STOP!” Lloyd shouted. He glanced at the knife in his hands before screeching and dropping the knife before dashing out of the alley. Lloyd broke into a sprint, managing to make it three and a half blocks before breaking down. Morro let himself into spirit form, rebounding Lloyd against a wall. 

“What was THAT?” Morro shouted at the teen. “I had that! Why did you get in the way!?” Lloyd stood his ground.

“You- you were going to kill him!” Lloyd shouted back, scared and concerned. Morro digested Lloyd’s words a moment. 

“..No.” Morro said. “NO!” He exclaimed angrily. He pointed his finger at Lloyd’s throat. “HE was going to kill YOU.” Lloyd’s eyes widened. Morro was right, as much as he hated to admit it. Lloyd looked back from where he ran, stewing on Morro’s statement. He pulled his hood over his head, desperate to ignore what had just taken place. He felt his hands shake, ready to have a good cry.

“Can… can I please call my mom and let her know I’m ok?” Lloyd asked in a small voice. “Please? I’ll help you find the museum after.” Morro smacks his hands in his face and gives a long groan, letting his hands fall off his face, contemplating the suggestion. He sighs and nods silently, watching as Lloyd walks over to a “payphone”. He inserts a coin before pressing the numbers on the small pad in an order, obviously committed to muscle memory.

“Hey, mom.” Lloyd answers after a few seconds. Morro floats behind Lloyd, back turned to the boy. “Y- yeah I’m ok.” Lloyd says after a second or two of silence on Morro’s end. “I’m sorry.” He hears Lloyd apologize. Morro feels something bubble up in his chest, squeezing his nonexistent heart. He sighs and allows Lloyd to end the call and return home without stopping at the museum. 

It would’ve been closed at this hour anyways. Morro reasons with himself. As Lloyd settles into bed on the fateful Friday night, whether either of them liked it or not, they were stuck together, for better or worse. Morro looked out Lloyd’s window all night, watching the city slow down and speed up as the sun rose. Maybe… maybe he could still get what he wanted. He turned and looked at the blond, finally looking at peace for the first time Morro had seen. He turns back to the city. Just maybe.

#nose #morro ninjago #lloyd garmadon #Did I do good? #I love this AU #lego ninjago #lego ninjago movie #lego ninjago morro #lego ninjago lloyd #Give Min-Play some love

[ushidoux]

Good Teacher - Sugawara x Reader

Summary: You meet Sugawara on an online dating app expecting something tame, but get more than you expected. (~3.1k words)

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, some features are described ***, dom/sub dynamics, collaring, daddy kink, breathplay, dacryphilia, spanking, edging, toy use, restraint use, sub drop

A/N: Again, this was a commission so some features are described!! Otherwise, please enjoy my first longer BDSM fic.

---

Being alone in your bedroom at 9pm on a Friday night may have felt like a loss on any other day, but today, with your phone buzzing non-stop and every neuron in the sexy parts of your brain firing, you could not think of anything else you would rather do.

Well, actually you could think of a few, and most of them involved slipping out of your pajamas and slipping under your new flame.

Sugawara Koushi.

A name like that sounded sweet. Maybe even bland. Safe.

When you’d swiped right on his profile on the tamer of your social media apps, you’d expected someone mild-mannered and easy to speak to. He was an elementary school teacher with soft features, white hair and a cute mole under his left eye. He couldn’t possibly be as forward as the other guys you’d dealt with over the years. A tame, responsible choice.

You’d started texting back and forth quickly, with polite, formal introductions which progressed to cute messages and long phone calls, and you’d even managed a very chaste first date where he’d picked you up at 8pm on the dot and taken you to a fine restaurant on the water.

You normally would have expected to be dicked down that night, and had paired sexy lingerie under your silky mauve dress for exactly that, but you weren’t too surprised when he left you at your doorstep with a peck on the forehead.

The only unsettling thing about the kiss was the way his eyes had lingered on your lips, just as his fingers trailed the curve of your jaw as he tucked your hair behind your ear. It was too practiced, too… dominant.

You suspected he was holding something back.

And he was, because once you’d ventured to call in the middle of the night, a little bit tipsy and yearning for a little bit more than a smile and a gentle touch from him, you’d broken some sort of dam.

He’d called you a needy, desperate, pretty little slut, desperate for Daddy’s cock but needing to prove herself that she was willing to ride with Daddy’s very, very strict set of rules first, and you’d practically cum at the sudden turn of his voice.

Now anything was fair game.

I have… particular taste. Are you sure you can keep up, princess?

The warmth between your legs and the image of full balls and a weighty, rigid cock told you, you would absolutely be ready for anything he had in store for you. 

Yes, daddy. I’m up for anything you want.

You, of course, couldn’t see the wide smile spreading across his face on the other end, as he palmed his cock slowly while reading your texts and admiring your nudes, and texted back:

We’ll need a shit ton of rope.

---

Sugawara’s hands are much larger than you’d anticipate, and rougher, and you wonder how much of it is due to high school athletics or from the fact that he’s quick to slap or spank you at any chance he gets. Your skin is sometimes red, sometimes bruised, and always marked, and it’s exactly the way you like it.

The first time you have sex, he starts you off as though you are the most shy of virgins even though you claim that you’re not exactly inexperienced.

“I wouldn’t want to break you, pretty girl,” he teases, as his hands worship your body, tracking down your waist to the center of your legs, and patting your cunt softly. Today, he’s promised to focus on your pleasure only because he wants to “break you in.” You wonder how many he’s “broken in,” then you realize you don’t really care. You’re his one and only princess right now, and you intend to be for quite a while. 

The pleasure of being a good dom is that he can choose to serve - he can choose to be doting and he can choose to be harsh with punishment. Since it’s your first day since you’ve entered this contract with him, he’s decided to focus on the catering part of his personality, and familiarize you with his desires.

The rose-gold Turian collar on your neck compliments your skin well, he takes note, as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and leans you against him while you are seated on the edge of the bed and he’s kneeling just so before you, fingers deep in your cunt.

“You’re gonna keep that pretty little thing around your neck, aren’t you, pretty baby?”

His fingers move so fast that it’s hard for you to speak, and the arm that’s wrapped around your waist and keeping you flush against him is tightening the longer he continues. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, you know from every heavy spank he’s given you.

“I-I will, daddy, every day and every night,” you pant out, your tongue lolling as his fingers curve upwards and his lips leave your nipple with a soft pop and make their way to your quivering mouth.

“Good,” he whispers as he bites your lower lip. “You’re so obedient… I like that in a little one,” he affirms.

---

He’s kind when he teaches, patient even. 

He’s also generous; he gifts you with your first corset, a dark, lacy and tight thing that almost takes your breath away initially, especially when he tightens it onto you himself. Even if it’s constraining, you feel empowered from the very moment you look in the mirror. Your breasts sit high, and you spin once in a gesture of delight; he kisses down your neck as you admire yourself.

“This is only to get you used to a little bit of restriction,” he reassures, as he pulls you into his lap. “But I can’t deny that you look breathtaking.”

---

Since you’ve been so bold as to take his breath away, it isn’t too long until he decides he wants to see what you look like when you’re truly struggling for air. After all, the little shiny thing around your neck catches his eye way too often for his comfort, and his pants suddenly feel too tight for a casual grocery store run.

Your safeword is red, like the blood that courses through your veins as his fingers tighten around your throat.

He thumbs your pink, puffy lips, and it would be loving if he wasn’t calling you a stupid little cocktease.

“Pretty little bambi, prancing around like you’re free to be with anyone other than me.”

The breath that tickles your face is a taunt, because you’re slowly getting lightheaded, barely able to focus on the long index finger he’s commanding you to suck. 

The pressure he puts on your neck is varying; for moments you can draw a single staccato breath, which encourages him to press his lips to yours and absorb you in a kiss before he reapplies pressure; his naked body presses against yours, rolling painstakingly slow. He hasn’t even entered you yet.

Breathplay, he calls it.

You gasp as his cock slips into your wet entrance just as fast as his hand leaves your throat, and he too draws a deep breath as he fills you to the hilt. 

He lets out a soft laugh as he caresses the hair that is sticking to your face, and readjusts himself yet again - of course, he’s also better endowed than you’d expect him to be - before he picks up speed and chokes you again.

---

“I… Kou-”

“Daddy,” he stresses, unphased as he continues to press a small clitoral stimulator to your tender, overworked bud.

“D-Daddy~” you cry out in a soft, drawn out whine, and you shift a little bit because the ties that keep your ankles attached to the legs of the chair, your pussy exposed and vulnerable with your crotch wide open, are starting to dig into your skin. But you can’t move all that much, there’s additional rope around your waist that keeps you against the back of the chair and you think the soft satin that keeps your wrists behind you is probably overkill, even if you have to admit you like the color.

“Yes, sweetheart~” he whispers in a voice accented with assertive sweetness, his eyes still lowered and focused on the heave of your chest as he watches you drip before him.

“I-” 

You scream.

He’d angled the toy upwards, and somehow within the small bundle of nerves he’s targeted an even more precise cluster of endings - there’s a flash of white you see before you cum practically violently, lurching forward so rapidly that he has to keep the chair steady so that you won’t fall over on the pretty little face he adores.

It’s possibly the fourth time he’s had to ground you in the past hour, and it’s an act of mercy because he had been edging you repeatedly, forcing your pussy to clench desperately around nothing but air.

The way you gush and spray so lewdly onto the chair, onto the floor, onto the hand he plays on your sopping wet pussy reminds him he chose very, very well.

---

It’s nearly silent and it’s dark now, far too dark for you to see. 

Your Koushi has prepared you for this next step lovingly, sometimes not so lovingly over the past couple of weeks to build up to this.

The blindfold that obscures your vision is soft and slightly sweet smelling, as though spritzed with a floral scent about a day ago prior to this. Again your hands are bound, but he’s used lined handcuffs instead of ties, and your wrists are before you, not behind you. 

But you’re lying on your belly, a spreader forcing your thighs apart. He must really love the way your pussy looks staring him in the face.

“You seem to be a glutton for punishment, princess,” he says, accenting his words with a hard slap on your inner thigh. You gasp, but his hands linger tighten, and are then followed by what can only be the press of his tongue against the stinging portion.

“Daddy, I’ll behave, I’m so sorry,” you moan as his hand grips a generous portion of your asscheek.

But you won’t behave, because you’ve learned that Suga likes just a touch of bratty behavior and that gets him quite physical with you. He knows this just as much as you.

He slaps your ass fervently, the slight jiggle drawing a pleased sigh from his lips.

“You’re a silly little slut, though…” he starts, rubbing a hand along the length of your thigh, “how can I trust any of your promises?”

His finger travels to your open center, and when he sees you tense up, he stops.

“You need a firm hand to guide you always…”

His right hand curves again around your cunt and his middle and ring finger finds its way into your slippery hole, while his index taps your clit and his little finger (he’s dexterous like this), taps ever so lightly around your asshole. 

You shudder.

“Arch your back, you little cumslut. Make it easy for daddy.”

As you inch backwards slowly using your elbows and knees to rise up, his right hand continues to move with you, but then his other hand lands heavily on your other asscheek.

It breaks your concentration and you almost fall because it takes quite a lot more energy than you would expect to move this way with your hands bound and your legs spread, but you persevere. 

For him.

Before you can whine once you’ve gotten into position, he withdraws his hand from your cunt.

“No!” You find yourself shrieking before you realize. You can’t have him edge you again, he’s absolutely cruel, you can’t…

“Oh, I thought I called the shots here, princess,” Sugawara reminds you, voice honeyed and cruel. You can feel his fingers weave into your hair and the warm tip of what must be his cock prod at your entrance.

“Sir, please~”

“Beg.”

He spreads you open with a hand massaging your ass, again tapping teasingly all around your vagina, but he won’t push in to give you the pleasure of having his cock inside you.

Your heart is pounding with desire.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please fill me up, daddy!”

That statement of desire earns you an inch, an inch that makes you swallow saliva hard and your muscles tense with need and want.

“M-more, more please!”

“You’re so demanding. I would say your eyes are bigger than your pretty little pussy, but you can’t see, can you?”

He laughs, but he pushes in further another inch, than another, moving painstakingly slow, slow enough that you’re biting your lower lip until blood is drawn. The stretch is achingly delicious but it leaves you starved for more.

You’re begging and whining, and soon you’re trying your best to sink onto him further but he’s got you restrained for a reason.

“Greedy little bitch,” he murmurs, but he kisses your neck lovingly as he fills you to the hilt.

The unmistakable noise of flesh hitting flesh and minimal friction fills the room but you care less about sound, only about the slap of his balls against your cunt as he thrusts into you from behind.

More. Deeper. Faster. Harder.

He’s a master at drawing desire out of you, you wonder if you even needed these toys and ties and other accoutrements. You’re already so utterly wrapped for him. 

---

There’s a movie playing on your screen that you had both been pretending to watch, cuddled together on the couch, your legs resting across his lap. You had barely gotten through the opening credits before he pulled you onto him fully and had you straddle him.

“You want a snack, pretty baby?” He whispers, as though it weren’t just the two of you staring in each other’s eyes.

Your eyelashes bat and you nod.

He doesn’t break eye contact while he reaches for a strawberry, fresh from the farmer’s market you’d strolled through this morning, from a bowl set on the table. 

This one is drizzled in chocolate, and he runs it along the length of your collarbone, eye contact still heavy and unflinching before he dips down to catch it in his mouth.

It hangs out halfway from his teeth and he cues you to take it from him mouth to mouth. You split half of it, letting the sweet tartness permeate your senses.

His arm hooks around your waist and pulls you in close as he presses his lips against yours. You weren’t aware of the glob of strawberry-flavored saliva he’d collected until he draws away, tilts your head back and tells you to open up wide so he can spit directly into your mouth.

---

“Swallow.”

Suga’s relentlessly pounding an erect, frustrated and thick cock into your mouth, past your teeth and down your poor throat, and he’s close to his release now, you can tell by the way he’s now pressed your face so far against him that his carefully cropped pubes prick your face.

He’s warning you beforehand, and you’re thankful for the warning because when he cums with a soft, almost angelic moan, his penis jerks inside your mouth ever so slightly, and there’s a gush of hot, slippery liquid that slides down your throat.

You breathe through your nose. He tastes sweet, maybe it’s because of the strawberries from just earlier today, but nevertheless it’s a pleasant liquid you gulp down around his cock.

He loves the way your throat feels when it clamps around him, especially when you initially gag once accepting his cock.

You’re perfect.

“Come up, darling,” he bids you, pulling you up from your position on your knees.

“Are you gonna fill me up, daddy?” You mewl softly as he lifts up and carries you before laying you on your back.

“Yes, pretty baby, but let me taste your juicy little cunt first,” he says before he dives in between your legs.

---

“You’re so good for me, you know that, don’t you?”

He kisses your neck softly as he holds you close to him while you lay in bed together. It’s close to 1am and he’s focused on aftercare, caressing your arms and waist and the curve of your hip gently. You’re facing away from him, not because you’re upset, but because you’re exhausted.

He’s worried you’re having a sub-drop; after all, he’s spent the last two hours slapping your face and calling you disgusting. He wonders if you forgot to use your safe word.

You’re new to this and he’s put you through a lot in the past few weeks.

“Sweetness,” he whispers, directly into your ear. “Look at me?”

You turn, cheeks still flushed from particularly hard slaps. His heart aches a bit for you, because those sweet lips are pulled downwards into a frown and he’s not sure if those are fresh tears that wet your eyelashes. 

He kisses your eyelids then rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Are you doing okay, my princess?”

You nod and reach for his face with your fingertips. Your dom softens under your touch because you are so precious to him. His fingers close around yours and he kisses your forehead.

“The most important thing is your comfort,” he asserts. He taps the collar around your neck that suggests in some way that you are his and he is yours. “You can take this off at any time.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. It’s been fun and it’s also been freeing to have him take care of you. There’s a soft haze that wafts around your brain lately as you surrender to him. You are in love with him, deeply, in such a short amount of time.

“I would never,” you say, finally. 

His heart skips a beat.

“Unless you want to buy me a nicer one, of course.”

He chuckles. 

“You’re a feisty little one, aren’t you?” He remarks. He’s glad to look down at you and see you smiling again, eyes bright and brown. He reaches for your ass cheek, then raises your leg so that it lies across his hip. 

Your eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Well, that’s why you picked me to teach, isn’t it?” You raise an eyebrow, and the cheeky grin on your face is enough to make him get absolutely hard again.

Of course, only if you’re up to the task.

Suga bites gently on your lip again, his hand on your thigh. 

“I didn’t expect you to learn so quickly.”

“Maybe you really do have the gift of teaching,” you reply, as you stick your tongue into his mouth.

#sugawara x reader #suga x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara smut #haikyuu smut #fic: good teacher #not sfw #commission work #mae.writing #hqintheclub

[miyagihawk]

“best friend” | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

a/n: his hair is blue in the gif but red in the story :) also this is a bit long but i love it this is one of my favs

warnings: mentions of violence and cheating, swearing

summary: your boyfriend cheated on you and your best friend hawk is there for you

word count: 4207

You should’ve known. It couldn’t have been more obvious.

The way that he doesn’t let you see what’s on his phone. How he never takes you out anymore. The emotional distance you feel when he kisses you. It’s like he’s not even in the same room when you’re together.

Even with all the signs and evidence, your heart still broke like glass when you saw them together. Your boyfriend Danny and the girl that he always assured you was only his “best friend”, locking lips on his bed.

You had come to Danny’s house because he cancelled plans with you, claiming that he was sick. So you decided to surprise him with cookies that you baked, but he ended up having quite a surprise for you too.

The window of his room gave you a perfect view of the scene, and it was almost like you were meant to see it. Like he wanted you to see it. You stood in front of his house for what seemed like forever, trying to figure it out if it was real.

You tried d to rack your brain for excuses as to why he would do it. But there weren’t any. He was simply cheating on you.

Your heart physically hurt as your brain settled on that fact and you threw the plate of cookies on his lawn in defeat. Not caring if the noise made him look out the window, you began the walk back to your house with blurry vision from your tears.

But on the way there, you passed the house of your best friend Hawk. Seeking comfort from your heartbreak, you made your way to his window that you’ve always used as an entrance when you two hang out.

His light was on and you could hear his music, so you knocked on the glass with the rhythm you both made up to let him know that’s it’s you.

You waited as the music stopped and Hawk pulled back the curtains to reveal you. His red hair was down and framing his face in the way you like it. You’re the only person he allows to see him like that, and that fact always warms your heart.

Hawk looked happy to see you, but his smile dropped when he saw your tear stained cheeks and he quickly opened up the window. Helping you get in, he asked, “Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?”

You stood awkwardly in front of him, playing with your fingers. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to tell Hawk. He’s always hated Danny, and Hawk isn’t the most peaceful of creatures.

You didn’t say anything and just buried your face into his chest. You started to cry again, feeling safe in his arms as he held you tightly.

He led you to the bed to sit you down and let you cry it out in his warm embrace. He was worried about you, he’s never seen you like this; but he wouldn’t force you to talk. So for 15 minutes, Hawk ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly as you calmed down from your sobs.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke for the first time, smoothing down your hair. His shirt was filled with your tear stains, but he really couldn’t care less. He just wanted you to be okay.

“Don’t be sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” he said softly. He had a feeling about why you were crying, and he felt anger starting to bubble in his stomach.

You contemplated for a moment, not knowing if you should tell him. You knew Hawk. He would seek revenge on your behalf and it would end in blood.

But he would also find out anyways. If not from seeing Danny at school with the other girl, then he would probably put the pieces together if you told him that you broke up.

The only difference in the outcomes would be that right now you’re in control of how he finds out and you could possibly convince him to leave the situation alone.

“I-It’s Danny,” you breathed, feeling queasy about your decision.

You saw something flash in Hawk’s eyes and his fist tightened at the mention of your (ex) boyfriend’s name. “What did that fucker do,” he said, with a frightening, calm anger.

“Just... Don’t get mad, okay?” you stuttered. You could almost feel the change in the air just from the two words you spoke. Hawk unclenched his jaw and nodded, trying to be calm for you.

“I went to his house, and that was before I came here. And... I saw him with...,” your voice quavered as tears started blurring your vision again. It hurt to say it out loud and you couldn’t even finish your sentence.

Hawk abruptly stood up from beside you, and through your tear filled eyes, you could see the rage on his face. “I’m killing him,” was all he said, as he moved around the room to get his keys and jacket.

You stood up when he got to the door, and you pulled on his arm to make him stop. “Hawk, please. Stop,” you cried, but he was determined to make Danny hurt the way you were hurt. He wanted to hurt him more.

“That asshole was lucky to even have you look at him, Y/N. He’s fucking dead,” Hawk spit, taking his arm from you and making his way to the front door.

“Hawk! Just- stop. Stop! He isn’t worth it. Can you just stay here with me?” you whimpered, and at that moment his face fell. “Just stay, please. I need you.”

You saw the conflict on his face; the pity for you and his hatred for the boy who broke you. But with you in front of him, with puffy eyes and a cute red nose, he knows there’s no way he can leave.

The rest of the night, Hawk took care of you. He ordered in pizza from your favorite place and watched your favorite Disney movie with you, even though he always called it lame. His jokes made you laugh uncontrollably as if you hadn’t just gotten cheated on hours earlier. As always, your best friend was there to save the day.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he said quietly as he played with your hair. It was already 1 am and you were both laying on his bed. You were exhausted from the day’s events; the thought of school the next day, especially seeing Danny, made you want to throw up.

“You were right,” you whispered, closing your eyes. Hawk had always been wary of Danny, and he often let you know it.

“Well, you see the best in everyone,” you felt the vibration of his voice from his chest, where you rested your head.

“What do you mean?” you looked up at him, struggling to read his face in the dark. His face was turned towards the ceiling in deep thought.

Hawk cleared his throat. “You see the good in people... and that’s my favorite thing about you. But sometimes you’re just so blind to the bad,” he explained.

You stayed quiet, thinking about his words and not really knowing how to interpret them. He continued, “I guess I’m trying to say that you’re different from normal people; you see through rose colored glasses. You dated that scumbag because you’re so loving that you saw the good in him, even if there’s fucking barely any.”

You laughed at the remark, then let him go on. “Even with me. I do shit that make people hate me. I throw punches that I regret and start fights that make me a horrible person in other people’s eyes. But you don’t really think of me like that, no matter how much I mess up. You’re the only person in my life who doesn’t see me as my fuck ups,” Hawk poured his heart out. “But I promise, I would never take advantage of you like him. Just keep living in your little world, alright? Don’t let him ruin that.”

You were left speechless. He had never said something so heartfelt to you and you wanted to cry at how sweet it was. You’ve never really thought about his view of you, but you guess it’s true. Sometimes your blind optimism gets you hurt, but you’re thankful that it helped you find your best friend. Yes, he’s not an angel, but if you listened to what everyone was saying about him, then you two would be strangers.

“I love you Hawk,” was all you said, and you kissed his cheek before cuddling into his side. He returned a kiss into your hair before the both of you drifted off into peaceful sleep.

-

The brightness of the sun woke you up from your dreams, and it took you a minute to adjust your eyes. Memories of yesterday flooded back, but you didn’t really feel sad.

The new day gave you a new perspective. You were grateful that you caught Danny, because if you didn’t, you might’ve never known. It still hurt that he betrayed you; you did love him. But wallowing in sadness would give him too much credit. He was a shit boyfriend and you vowed to cry no more tears over him.

The bed was empty, with no trace of your red haired best friend. In his place was a piece of paper with what you recognized as Hawk’s terrible handwriting.

‘Good morning you terrible snorer. Just kidding you didn’t snore. That loud. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up for school, you looked really tired and I think you should just have the day for yourself. I have karate later so you don’t have to wait for me, but you can stay if you want. There’s more ice cream in the freezer. Love you. -H’

You smiled as you read it, feeling thankful for how caring Hawk was. You were dreading going to school and facing Danny, but you would’ve forced yourself to go anyways. Hawk probably knew that, so he gave you no choice.

The first part of the day you did some therapeutic cleaning, picking up the pizza boxes and trash from last night.

Then you explored around his room, even though you’ve been in it a thousand times. You went through the comics he used to read and you tried playing his video games, but you didn’t know how to turn it on.

You were already bored by the second hour of being alone, so you decided to head to your own house to freshen up.

‘I went home, I’ll see you tomorrow? Thank you for everything, I don’t know what I would do without you. Also I’ll buy you more ice cream lol I finished it’ you typed a text to Hawk as you walked home, smiling to yourself. 

After a relaxing day alone of face masks and dancing to Lizzo, you were prepared to go to school the next day. You really appreciated that Hawk made you stay home; you needed this time to reflect on everything. You don’t need some boy who doesn’t give you the time of day, when you have Hawk.

-

As you got ready to go to school, you felt like a bad bitch, and you looked like one. No one would ever guess that you’ve just been through a breakup. The heartbreak didn’t last long; you just felt like you’ve dropped some unneeded weight.

You got to school, but Hawk wasn’t waiting at the front for you as usual. It was weird, because he never said anything about missing class. You figured he was just running late. 

But when he never showed up to your shared first period class, it made you worry.

‘Hey, did you not go to school today? Everything good?’ you sent him a quick text as you walked through the halls to your next class.

You were feeling anxious, a contrast from your earlier confidence. You didn’t think you’d be alone today and now you really didn’t want to see Danny without Hawk by your side.

But as if you summoned him and the universe hated you, your cheating ex boyfriend was coming from the other end of the hall. Your eyes met at the exact same moment and you wanted to look away, but you couldn’t.

A black eye adorned his face, matched with a bruised jaw and a wounded lip.

His eyes frantically searched around you as if he was looking for someone. He looked scared.

Suddenly, your brain put all of the puzzle pieces together and you came to a realization. Hawk did this, and he wasn’t at school because he probably got suspended.

Danny tried to move past you, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side of the hallway. He didn’t meet your eyes as you stood in front of him.

“Danny... what happened?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

You didn’t know how to feel. You know you should be angry that Hawk didn’t listen to you, but you felt no pity towards the boy in front of you.

Danny scoffed. “You know what happened. Your little boyfriend started the fight, saying shit about how I don’t deserve you and I’m a cheating asshole.”

You rolled your eyes. “One, he’s not my boyfriend. Two, he’s right, you don’t deserve me. And three, you are a cheating asshole. You said Emily was just your friend, but I should’ve known. I saw you,” you snapped, but he shook his head and laughed.

“You don’t see it, do you? That you’re just as guilty as me?” Danny sneers.

“What?” you blink in confusion.

“Oh come on Y/N. You were always his. It was him first, and then me. But he was just your “best friend”, right? Don’t act all innocent, when anyone can see that you have feelings for him.”

Your mouth falls open slightly at his words, and he continues, “Look I’m sorry that it went down like this, but you should be with him. We’re just not meant for each other and it’s obvious that you love him more than you’ve ever loved me. And he loves you too. Otherwise I wouldn’t be looking like this. We’re fine, alright? Goodbye Y/N.”

Danny gives you a tight lipped smile before leaving, but you’re left staring into space, speechless. You didn’t expect anything he just told you and you don’t even know if you believe it.

Is he right? Do you love Hawk, like that? You’ve felt like the victim the whole time, but you never would’ve thought that Danny felt like one too.

You began to feel guilty, looking back on the relationship at times when you would leave dates with Danny to pick up Hawk when he’s in trouble. When you would choose to sleepover at Hawk’s house instead of Danny’s because he had a breakdown. And when sometimes you’re a little bit too affectionate with your best friend, but you’ve always excused it as platonic even though his forehead kisses gave you butterflies.

Maybe you really weren’t all that innocent.

Maybe you did love Hawk more than Danny, and maybe you’re only just now realizing it.

-

The pattern of the knocking at your window made your stomach turn.

You’re not sure if you’re ready to face Hawk after your revelation, because after thinking on it for the rest of the day, all signs pointed to him. Every single thing Danny said was right.

You love Hawk.

The only thing you aren’t sure of is how Danny said he loves you too. You’ve always thought that Hawk sees you as a little sister and strictly as a best friend, which is why he’s so protective. The possibility that confessing your feelings could ruin your relationship created a conflict within you.

You opened your window and there he was. He had a gash right above his brow, presumably from Danny, but he didn’t look half as bad as the boy he beat up.

You saw Hawk in a different light as he stood like Romeo before you. It was as if the realization of your feelings for him made his eyes look more beautiful and his lips look softer, and you no longer had to faithfully push those thoughts away.

“Hey,” was all he said, as he stumbled in through the sill into your room. His hair was down again, because he knew you liked it like that and he hoped it would help you not be too mad at him.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly, walking back to sit on your bed where he followed. He sat close to you so that your shoulders were touching, and even though he’s been closer, it made you feel lightheaded.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry, I know you said to leave it alone, but he hurt you, and I needed to-”

“I’m not mad,” you interrupted his nervous rambling.

“Oh,” his shoulders relaxed, but his fingers were still nervously tapping on his knees.

There’s a weird silence between you two, and it was out of the ordinary that you didn’t have something to talk about.

“Are you alright?” you finally looked at him for the first time since you both sat down.

You don’t know what compelled you to do it, but you lifted up your hand to lightly trace your fingers along his brow where the cut was. His ocean eyes were on you as you did it, but you felt nervous to meet them.

“I’m fine. Did you see him?” Hawk said in a light tone, smiling as you touched his skin.

You let out a quiet laugh. “Yes. Nice work,” you mused.

You pulled your hand away from his face, but he grabbed it before you could put it down. He moved your hand back to his skin, releasing millions of butterflies in your stomach. “I like it,” he said, and you only nodded.

“So how long are you out for?” you questioned, referring to his suspension.

“Three days,” he mumbled, eyes closing in relaxation as you started touching his hair. You sighed in response. “It was worth it though.”

He still had his eyes shut when you put down your hand and wrapped your arms around him. He blinked in surprise, then held you closer. “Thank you. You’re the only one who would take a punch for me,” you said, pouring gratitude into the embrace.

“I don’t think that’s true, but you’re welcome,” he rested his head in the crook of your shoulder and you felt his hair tickle your ear. “It was for me too, you know? I hated his guts.”

You responded with a hum of understanding, still grasping onto him like he could leave any moment.

He pulled back from you enough to see your face, and he looked concerned while he tried to read you. “What’s wrong?”

You really underestimated how much he knows you, because he sensed your anxiety even though you tried to mask it.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you offered a smile, but he wasn’t convinced.

“Did you talk to him?” he asked, rubbing soft circles on your hand. He knew you were thinking about something and he wanted you to open up, but he was always delicate with it.

You just nodded, feeling your palms getting sweaty. Talking about your conversation with Danny would bring up what he said about you and Hawk, and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to spill your heart yet. You internally cursed at yourself for not hiding your emotions well enough.

“Did he say shit to you? I swear if-”

“No. We just... talked,” you cut him off. You prayed that he would leave the topic, but he didn’t.

“What about?” he pressed, making you feel hot from nerves.

“Uh... I just asked him about what happened,” you answered, but there was no way he couldn’t hear the shake in your voice.

“Then what’s bothering you? You can talk to me Y/N,” he said softly, a worried look in his eyes. You felt bad keeping secrets from him, because that’s something you never did.

“Promise me we’ll always be best friends,” your voice shook, making his face twist up in confusion.

“What? Of course. Hey, nothing could change that alright?” he looked at you with his soft eyes.

You swallowed, feeling a bit better by his reassurance.

“He- He just said some things that made me think about... us. And I was blind to it, but- he’s right. Well he’s right about me, I don’t really know how you feel, but now I’m just so confused- and for some reason him cheating on me felt justified in a way? I-” you rambled anxiously, until Hawk stopped your frenzy of word vomit.

“Woah, woah, slow down Y/N... just... what? What is he right about? And how could that be justified? There’s no excuse for what he did Y/N,” his voice raised at the mere thought of Danny gaslighting you into thinking that somehow you deserved to be cheated on.

“No- I- I know it was shitty but... Hawk,” you took a deep breath to prepare yourself for your confession. “I think I cheated too. But not like him. I- I cheated emotionally,” you spit the words out, not only admitting it to him, but also to yourself.

The red haired boy’s face was blank in confusion as he processed what you had just said. “Y/N what the fuck are you talking about?”

You struggled to reach his eyes while you carefully tried to think through your answer. You felt like if you looked at him you would simply melt, but maybe in this case it would be a good thing.

He put his hand gently under your chin to tilt your face towards his, forcing you to meet his blue, puzzled eyes. You wanted to burst into tears under his gaze, because you had no idea what to do.

Hiding your feelings could ruin your friendship. Confessing has the same chance. So which are you supposed to choose?

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I love you. I love you so fucking much Y/N and that’s forever. Nothing you say or do could change that,” Hawk said, rubbing your hand comfortingly. He thought you were hesitating in telling him because you were afraid of his judgment.

Those three words. They felt different this time. They made you more dizzy. More fluttery. The way he said it was the same as all the other times, but the way it made you feel was just so different.

It gave you such a high that you decided to take a leap of faith before you could fully think it through. A leap that you know deep down was always going to happen, even if it looked like there were two choices. You could regret it, but you just jumped.

“I love you. I mean, I’m in love with you, Eli. I’ve always been in love with you.”

You felt like you needed to run away right as you said it, as if the words were a bomb that you didn’t want to see the aftermath of. You didn’t want to see the outcome because you were afraid it would just leave you devastated.

Eli.

His mouth slightly fell open at the use of his old name, next to your piercing confession.

For some reason it slipped out of your mouth, but it felt right. You’ve probably said it five times ever since “Hawk” was born, but it was only used in serious conversations. Like when you comforted him after his dad died. Or when you were so worried about him when he ran away from home for a week.

“I’m so sorry, Eli,” you said, after hearing the news.

“I missed you so much, Eli, never fucking do that again,” you cried into his shoulder when he showed up at your door.

It was like a code between the two of you that you were being nothing but genuine.

Hawk sat in shock in front of you, and you swore you could actually see the escalation of thoughts running through his head.

“Maybe it took an asshole like Danny to make me realize it, but he was right. I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you... and I knew that, but it’s just how it’s always been. I thought we would go through life together but be with other people, even though I would always put you first. I thought that it was just an us thing, you know? Best friends. But I just- I realized that I don’t even need anyone else. I only need you,” you scanned his eyes for a moment before continuing. “I know I won’t love anyone else like I love you. And- and god, I’m just pouring my heart out and I don’t even know how you feel... I’m sorry if this is too much.”

He stared at you, stunned, and you heard your heart pounding in your chest violently as you waited for him to say something.

But instead of speaking, you felt the softness of his lips on yours before you could think another thought.

a/n: wow i think that was the longest thing i have ever written and i wasn’t sure if i was going to end it like that :0 anyways hope u enjoyed love u all!

#eli moskowitz #hawk cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk imagine #hawk x reader #cobrakai