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[chaepink]

DAY 31: A HOUSEHUSBAND'S DUTY | RIMMING

after coming home from a hard day at work, your househusband surprises you by wearing a maid outfit. though he's annoyed that you're late so how about you bend him over the kitchen counter and eat him out to make up for it?

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ househusband!nanami kento x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!gn!reader, nanami in a maid dress, rimming, alternate universe, teasing, pet names, kitchen sex, fingering (m receiving), anal play, praise, edging

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 2k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

Weight gets lifted off your shoulder the moment you walk into your place, the delicious scent of dinner hitting your nose and making you let out a hum. You immediately recognize it as your favorite meal.

Even since you and Nanami chose to get away from the magical world together and start someplace new, its been the best choice you two have made ever since. Nanami had offered to stay at home and take care of the shared house as you work and support the two of you. And lets just say that his cooking is some of the best you've ever tasted.

You quickly take off your jacket and shoes to make your way to the kitchen where the smell is coming from and a smile appears on your face at the thought of seeing your husband after such a long day at work. You had stayed at work for an hour and a half longer than usual due to technical difficulties and traffic but after getting through it all, you hurried back home to see your darling.

Though when you turn the corner into the kitchen, you stop in your tracks, your eyes immediately widening at the sight: Nanami is wearing a fucking maid dress.

"You're late." He mumbles without looking at you but you can still just barely see his flushed face. You rapidly blink to make sure you're not seeing it wrong as your breath is caught in your throat, your eyes roaming the back of his figure. The frilly black and white dress adorned with lace seems a couple sizes too small for him, the material tight against his skin and hugging him in all the right places. The short dress stops a little below his ass, barely covering the plump skin and sure to rise up if he bends down (or over). Black puffy sleeves adorn the dress and add to the overall cuteness of it.

The thought of dinner has left your mind the second you stepped into the kitchen and something else has taken your attention instead.

"Are you... wearing a maid dress for me, Nanami?" Though the answer is obvious, he doesn't answer your question and instead lets out a huff. You suddenly realize he's annoyed at your late timing and you chuckle.

You walk towards him and wrap your arms around his chest, playing with the adorable lace and buttons on the front. "Sorry for being late today. There were some difficulties at work, you know? Though you in a maid dress certainly takes my mind off that." He still refuses to look at you. You sigh at his pettiness as your hands slowly trail down his down, feeling his defined body under the thin material of the dress. They make their way down his exposed thighs and squeeze them, relishing in the way Nanami freezes and stops adding ingredients to the pot.

"Could I make it up to you, baby?" You tilt your head sideways to take a view at the flushed face behind his glasses and you grin when he finally glances at you with a hint of neediness in his eyes.

You can't help but go under the maid dress and grope his ass, loving the way Nanami lets out a gasp that turns into a small moan.

"Turn around for me." Nanami slowly does and avoids your eye contact and how the look in your eyes screams 'i just want to rip it off.' The buttons on the front seem almost as if they're about to pop off due to the size of Nanami's chest in the dress but it just looks so good like that. Now that he's facing you, you can finally see him in all his glory. Especially the bulge against his skirt that Nanami just prays in his head that you don't see or pay attention to.

"Already hard, hm?" You laugh at the way Nanami covers his face and groans. Seeing a 6 foot man who just looks so serious and stern all the time dressed in a little maid dress outfit—while its something you never would have expected—has your mouth watering. "Don't worry," you say, getting closer to him. Your body presses against his and you harshly grab his chin to look at you.

"I think it's rather cute." You begin to feel him grind his bulge against you and you quickly pull away from his body, making Nanami reach out to grab you but you slap his hands away, shaking your head. "No touching."

Leading him to a nearby free counter after turning the stove off, your hands begin to roam his body even more. Your rough groping and squeezing leaves Nanami breathless and hot underneath the outfit.

"All this for me? You sure do love spoiling me, honey." He lets out a grunt when you turn him around and push his body on top of the cold surface of the counter, his nipples immediately hardening. His face is pressed against the surface as his breaths become ragged.

"H-Hurry up, [name]." You chuckle at his eagerness. Though your husband is usually always quiet, stern, and serious, you love it when he becomes needy around you and when he surprises you with stuff like this.

The maid dress rises up his ass, giving you a full view of his ass as well as the pair of white lacy panties he's wearing.

"Holy shit."

Though you didn't prepare for the panties, you're certainly not complaining. A hand goes to the hem and lifts it off his skin before letting it snap against his hip. Nanami lets out a whimper at the feeling and your rough touches.

"I never thought you would look this good in a maid dress. I definitely should've asked you to wear one ages ago." You let out a small chuckle. Nanami turns his head to say something back, probably a sarcastic retort, but a squeeze of his ass again shuts him right up.

You pull down his panties to reveal a butt plug in his hole. Surprise after surprise leaves you eager to ruin him even more but a little teasing never hurts anyone.

"Already prepped, hm?" He quickly nods.

Nanami shivers when he feels your fingers grip the plug, slowly pulling it out at such an agonizing pace. When it's halfway out, you push it back in, making him let out a moan, his back slightly arched at the feeling. You keep doing it for a while and Nanami quickly becomes impatient.

"J-Just take it out already." He glares at you but the glare lacks any real threat. After all, you're the one in control and he doesn't look very threatening when he's bent over a counter in a maid dress with a butt plug in him. Nanami realizes that quickly and looks away.

You tsk at his bratty behavior. "I don't think you're in the position to be giving me commands, darling. Not when you're the one about to get your ass eaten too." Nanami chokes on his spit at your blunt words.

However, you decide that you've done enough teasing and pull the plug out of his hole, leaving him to squeeze around nothing and left feeling empty.

But the empty feeling leaves and the feeling of being full returns when you shove two fingers in him and immediately curl them, hitting the spot in him that makes pre cum splurt out of his hardened dick and onto the floor. You feel him grind against your fingers in fervor and you add another finger, stretching him out even more than the plug did. You still feel the lube he used meaning he must've prepped himself only a couple hours ago.

"S-Shit ngh g-go deeper..." You plunge your fingers deeper into him. His glasses fog up from his heavy breathing as your movements quickly make him fall apart in front of you. But before he could warn you that he's about to cum, you take your fingers out.

He groans in displeasure at you and you just smile. "I can't just be fingering you the entire time, can I?" You get on your knees and leave a teasing kiss on his cheeks. You give his ass a light slap before spreading them apart, revealing his twitching hole to you, making Nanami's dick twitch. "Though I'm sure you would still enjoy it."

He feels your intense gaze on his behind and his face flushes as he grumbles at you. "Q-Quit staring and get on with it." You roll your eyes. "So eager," you mumble under your breath.

Nanami practically melts against the counter when he feels your tongue begin to circle his rim, a groan bubbling out of his throat. You notice his knuckles begin to turn white from how hard he gripping the shelf above him.

Your tongue teases him as it continues to circle the outside before catching him off guard and pushing your tongue inside. It goes in easily due to the plug and your fingering earlier and Nanami lets out a high pitched whimper that certainly doesn't fit his appearance.

"O-Oh God..."

You hum at the taste of him and as your tongue goes deeper inside him, you feel Nanami slowly grind against it, eager for more. The harsh grip your hands have on his ass will surely leave red nail marks on his ass afterward but you've learned that Nanami is a fan of the marks you leave on his body and sometimes even begs you to leave them.

Now that the pleasure finally got to his head, he's gone rather quiet and isn't talking as much, only the sound of his groans and whimpers filling the room. The lewd, sinful wet sounds of your tongue in his ass makes his mind go mushy. It's so dirty but the thought only makes him grind against you even more. He feels his legs begin to shake and he could only let out a cry when one of your hands goes to his hardened dick and begin to pump it. His pre cum leaks out of his dick and onto the floor, making a mess on it.

The pleasure from your tongue and your hand on his dick makes his back arch as he subconsciously pushes his ass up in the air. The kitchen quickly feels too hot as your clothes cling to your skin. Your hands speed up on his dick, wanting to quickly bring Nanami to his release. Your hands bunch the material of his maid dress up his back as your hands grip his hips to push him closer to your face.

When your tongue hits a spot in him that makes his eyes roll and toes curl, Nanami doesn't have enough time to tell you that he's about to cum as his release hits him like a tidal wave, a loud moan erupting from his throat.

Nanami slumps against the kitchen counter as his orgasm sends shocks up his spine and his dick makes a mess underneath him and on the cabinet in front of him. Some end up on his skirt and you can't help but think how sinful Nanami looks with his dick out, maid dress wrinkled and soiled, and cum underneath him.

His breaths are ragged as he tries to recompose himself from his intense orgasm. His half-lidded, hazy gaze turns to meet yours when you stand back up. He sends you a half-glare half-pout look with his face full on red when you choose to lick your lips at him, grinning at his state.

Your hands suddenly make their way up his body and when you bend over to murmur in his ear the warm feeling of your breath sends shivers up his spine. "Shall we take this upstairs?" Without wasting a second to think about the dinner that needs to be made, Nanami nods.

It's safe to say that dinner was long forgotten but who cares when you have an appetite for entirely something else.

note: day 31! ugh it went so fast and now my first kinktober is over already :') happy halloween to those who celebrate it!

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[lumosandnoxwriting]

Unexpected Visitor || Fred Weasley

Title: Unexpected Visitor Summary: Fred’s day doesn’t go as planned when an unexpected visitor shows up at his office Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI! This contains, daddy kink, breeding kink, cockwarming, unportected vaginal sex, dirty talk, degradation. A/N: ceo!fred is back!!! Also pls creampie responsibly! Tags: @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​ @hufflrpuffforfred​ @theweasleysredhair​ @dracoswhore007​ @amourtentiaa​ @lexymoniqu​ @p0tat0nug​ @levylovegood​ @mischiefisbeingmanaged​ @littleweaslette​ @inglourious-imagines​ @darthwheezely​ @rosaliepostsstuff​ @prismarts​ @thisismysketchbook​ @freds-slut​ @izzyyy-1​ @gwhogwartslover​ @rqmanoff​ @amarabln​ @hey-kenna​ @haroldpotterson​ @fancy-pantaloons​ @fand0mskullfa1ry​

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“Mr. Weasley, your wife is here to see you.”

Fred can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth as his secretary’s voice comes through the intercom on his desk and he immediately reaches forward to hit the button that allows him to answer her.

“You can send her in, thanks Sherri.”

Leaning back in his chair Fred beckons Y/N closer as she steps through the door, pushing back from his desk so he can pull her into his lap as soon as she’s within reach. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other cups her cheek so he can thread his fingers through her hair, “What a nice surprise this is.”

Y/N grins at Fred, gently gripping his chin before tilting his head back so she can press a soft kiss to his lips. “I was running some errands in the neighborhood, figured I’d stop in to say hi.”

Fred hums in reply, eyes drifting closed as he pulls her in for a longer kiss. It feels so much like it used to in the early stages of their relationship, back when Y/N was his secretary and she’d find any excuse to sneak into his office for a few stolen moments. He chuckles as their lips part and lets her pull away just enough so that he can look at her face fully.

“You sure you’re not just trying to relive the good days, eh?” he teases, giving Y/N a grin. “If you really miss working here that much I’m sure Sherri wouldn’t mind being reassigned somewhere so you can have your old job back.”

“You’re such a prat,” Y/N admonishes with an eyeroll, shaking her head fondly. “I much prefer spending all of your money, rather than helping you make it.”

“Ah, and here I thought you loved me for something else big and thick in my pants, not my wallet,” Fred jokes, letting out a laugh when Y/N smacks him on the chest.

“Can’t I love both?” Y/N responds with a grin. Her thumb just barely brushes Fred’s bottom lip, her own caught between her teeth as she looks at him. “Can I tell you the real reason why I’m here?”

The breathy quality that Y/N’s voice has taken on makes Fred’s cock twitch in his trousers, and all he can do for a moment is nod as his brain struggles to come up with a coherent thought. “Of course, baby. Tell Daddy why you came to see him.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s back as she shifts on Fred’s lap, thighs squeezing together in a way that’s supposed to be subtle, but doesn’t get past him. “I need you,” she whispers, shifting so that she’s now straddling Fred’s lap rather than sitting sideways across it. “I woke up this morning and the bed was so empty and my cunt was throbbing but my Daddy wasn’t there to make it feel better. And I tried to use my toys and my fingers but they’re not you,” Y/N whines before a breathy moan leaves her lips and hips shift so she can grind her cunt against Fred’s hardening cock.

“Fuck,” Fred groans. He grips Y/N’s hips with his hands, fingers digging into the flesh of her sides so hard her dress starts to drag up from her thighs and over the curve of her ass. “Your pretty little cunt was so desperate for my cock that you had to come all the way here to see me, baby? Needed me so badly that you couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

Y/N whines as she nods, hips rolling to get the friction she so desperately needs. “Yes, Daddy, yes,” she manages to choke out, fingers gripping Fred’s shoulders for dear life.

“Oh baby,” Fred tuts, shaking his head patronizingly. He presses his lips together to keep a grin from spreading as an idea pops into his head, and he takes a moment to compose himself before continuing. “Thank you for being so honest with Daddy, and this was really such a nice surprise but,” he pauses as Y/N’s hips immediately still, allowing himself to give her a small smile. “But I’ve got so much work to do today, baby. After all, you know how important Daddy is, and how can I keep paying the AmEx bill if I spend all day with my cock buried in your cunt instead of working?”

Fred shifts forward slightly and kisses Y/N briefly. “So thank you so much for the visit, baby. But I really have to get back to work now.”

“Daddy, no, please,” Y/N begs, pulling herself even closer to Fred. “I’ll be such a good girl, Daddy, I promise. You won’t even know I’m here. You can even keep working, please.”

“Yeah?” Fred asks, unable to keep the shit eating grin off of his face. “You’re so desperate for my cock you’d just sit here in my lap for the rest of the day, keeping it nice and warm in your cunt while I work?”

“Yes,” Y/N responds breathlessly, hips once again starting to grind down against him. “I promise Daddy, please.”

Rather than respond, Fred shifts Y/N down further on his lap so his hands can work on the closure of his trousers. As he shoves his pants and boxers down his hip Y/N lifts the hem of her dress, exposing her bare cunt to the air of the room. “Dirty girl,” he groans, cock twitching as he pulls it free.

Not needing any more of an invitation, Y/N lifts herself up on her knees, letting the tip of Fred’s cock drag through her wetness before notching it at the entrance to her cunt and sinking down onto him. She lets out a breathy moan while Fred buries his noise of pleasure in her hair, hips moving until their bodies are flush together.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Fred praises as Y/N settles in his lap, his cock twtiching as her cunt squeezes around him. “Such a good fucking cocksleeve, princess,” he groans, hands gripping her hips for a brief moment before releasing her. “Now sit here nice and pretty while Daddy gets back to work.”

Soon Fred’s rhythmic typing on his keyboard and Y/N’s soft pants are the only noises that fill the room. She can’t help but clench her cunt around him, head resting on Fred’s shoulder with her face pressed into his neck. Y/N can feel how wet her cunt is, and she’s sure that the front of Fred’s trousers are already soaked through.

All she can feel is Fred’s cock, feel the way is stretching her in the way her body had been craving. Every slight movement of her body seems to shift his cock even deeper, and Y/N’s thighs tremble as Fred’s cock head presses against the spot in her cunt that makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. It’s taking every ounce of willpower she possesses not to just take what she wants, to just rock in Fred’s lap until she’s cumming all over his cock, consequences be damned.

As if sensing her inner battle Fred presses one of his hands against Y/N’s lower back, pressing them even closer together in a way that makes her whine. “Perfect little cunt,” Fred murmurs, keeping his eyes focused on his work as Y/N squirms in his lap. “This fucking cunt was made for me, wasn’t it, princess?”

A humorless chuckle passes through Fred’s lips as all Y/N manages to do is nod, his cock twitching as her cunt pulses around him. “This fucking cunt is mine,” he continues, voice low. “Mine to touch, mine to play with, mine to fuck.” Suddenly Fred thrusts his hips up, making Y/N gasp sharply. “Mine to fucking breed,” he practically growls, making her shiver in his lap.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?” he questions. “Put on this fucking dress without anything underneath it and came all the way over here so that I’d stuff you with my cock and my cum until you’re fucking full of my baby. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Y/N responds, unable to sit still any longer. She starts to slowly rock her hips, letting quiet moans fall from her lips as her clit brushes against Fred’s pubic bone. “I want it so bad Daddy, please.”

“So fucking desperate for it,” Fred starts, letting himself fully give in to her. He places his hands on her hips, slowly helping guide her movements. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy’s gonna give you just what you fucking want. Gonna fill this cunt up until you’re full, princess. Full of my cock, my cum, my baby. Make sure everyone knows who this slutty little cunt belongs to.”

That’s all it takes to push Y/N to the edge and with a few more rocks of her hips she’s cumming, a whine of Fred’s name falling from her mouth as her toes curl and her cunt clenches around his cock. Fred uses his grip on her hips to keep her moving in his lap, his own hips shifting to fuck up into Y/N as he works towards his own orgasm.

“That’s it, princess,” Fred coos as he fucks her, fingers digging into her hips. “Soak my cock, baby, make a mess in Daddy’s lap.”

Fred’s words mixed with the way he’s fucking her quickly push Y/N over the edge once again, tears falling from the corners of her eyes as her cunt pulses around him in an another orgasm. Fred holds her through it, his hips pumping erratically as he furiously chases his own orgasm.

After one, two, three more thrusts of his hips he presses Y/N down against his lap tightly, getting his cock as deep inside of her as he can, his cock twitching with his orgasm as he fills her up just as he’d promised.

He keeps her on his lap as they both come down, one hand rubbing her back soothingly as he takes a deep breath. As soon as he feels under control Fred leans forward and hits the button on his intercom.

“Sherri? Why don’t you head out early. I’m just going to finish a few things up and then I’m taking Y/N out for an early dinner, have a good weekend.”

Fred presses a kiss to Y/N’s head as Sherri thanks him, and he carefully pushes away from his desk before slowly standing up. He holds Y/N tight to his body, softening cock still buried in her cunt as he carries her over to the sofa. It’s not until she’s carefully laid out on the couch, throw pillow holding up her hips that Fred pulls out of her cunt, both of them letting out a soft groan.

“Fred,” Y/N gasps as his fingers suddenly enter her, hips twitching at the zing of pleasure it sends up her spine.

“Shh,” Fred coos, giving her a wink. “Just putting it all back where it belongs, baby. Now be a good girl and keep this all inside where it belongs while I finish a few things up, and Daddy will give you more before we go home.”

#Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley smut #fw #golden

[ch-4-eri]

Heyy I seriously love your writing like I’m being so serious rn I literally look forward to reading your works before bed every-night it’s like being read a story before bed it just puts you right to sleep (in a good way) 🤍🤍🤍

I was also wondering if you could write, reader insecure about stretch marks and Sirius is upset because he thinks she’s the most beautiful person in the world

Just a little smthg I thought of before bed 😅

Awh sweetheart thanks so much! That’s so kind, and your stretch marks are sexy, now enjoy this, beautiful. <3

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Sirius watched you lock the door to the prefect’s bathroom as you left slow steps in your wake while he waited until you faced him.

You knew you shouldn’t take advantage of the bathroom’s key being in your hands, but you might as well when you had a boyfriend like Sirius.

He took your silence as a means to start stripping, beginning with his button up white shirt after he threw his gryffindor tie on the marble floor, his fingers undoing his buttons one by one as you did the same.

But when you reached for your skirt, you paused just a tiny bit, swallowing the lump in your throat and wished the bathroom had any dimmer lighting than this.

You recently noticed your body has been changing a lot, which caused a few stretch marks to make their way up your thighs, around your stomach, even your breasts.

You felt so self conscious over being so exposed, where he’d be able to see them.

Clearing your throat as you scratched the back of your neck, Sirius immediately noticed the sudden switch in your mood; it was your idea to come here after all, he was willing to do it in a broom closet just to have you nearer.

“Something wrong, darling?” He started, his voice soft and quiet.

You only shook your head as he was only in his boxers now, walking closer to you as he gazed into your eyes. “Something is wrong, talk to me.” Sirius’s finger was under your chin now, slowly tilting your face upwards, your eyes meeting his own gray ones.

“It’s just—“ you whispered, pausing.

You had no idea how to tell him that, should you even mention it? Your mother had told you if you point out flaws, people will see them more, notice them more.

You didn’t want Sirius to see your insecurities.

But he knew, he understood.

His fingers went to the hem of your skirt as he kept his finger under your chin. “Let me take this off, I want to see you, darling.” He consoled you, his voice so sweet and gentle you would cry.

You bit down your tongue as you held the tears back, his hands taking off your skirt, and down your legs.

Sirius faced you as soon as you stepped out of the black skirt, his hands pulling you closer by your waist, his thumbs stroking your skin ever so slightly.

“I know what this is about, not exactly… but I have an idea..” he said before he placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head sideways, his lips finding your neck as he placed light feather kisses on your skin, leaving goosebumps on your body.

You closed your eyes, not finding it in you to say anything, Sirius read you like a book.

“But this is mine… as much as it’s yours, and you don’t get to say anything bad about it.” He whispered against your neck before pulling back slightly.

“Show me, where… where is it the part that you don’t want me to see, because you’d think that I would hate it, or whatever you think of it in your pretty little head.” Sirius stepped back, waiting for you to show him.

As soon as your finger pointed to your thighs, he was on his knees, his hand behind your knee, bringing his mouth to your thigh, kissing the marks as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cry, or just stare at him in awe as he repeated the same thing on your other thigh.

“Don’t you dare say…. Or think anything bad about what’s mine, love.. you understand that, right?” He whispered, his tone sultry and confident as you felt like melting on spot.

“You’re a good girl, you listen, right? Answer me.. my beautiful girl, tell me you understand.” Sirius looked up at you, his fingertips brushing the back of your thigh as you nodded.

“I— I understand.” You stuttered, making a small smile appear on his pale face. “Come here, give me those lips.” He motioned for you to lean down and kiss him, and you did just that.

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If I Killed Someone For You

Word count: 1772

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Anakin Skywalker x reader

Based on the song If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

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I'm sorry that I did this

The blood is on my hands

I stare at my reflection

I don't know who I am

  As Anakin snuck out of the Jedi temple, unable to have killed the younglings like he said he would, his mind immediately went to Y/N. He peeked around the corner to see numerous Jedi standing there, all seeming surprised by the recent turn of events. 

  Anakin quickly ran across the opening to the exit, got on a ship, and took off as fast as he could. Looking back, he could see the light from their sabers. He turned his attention to the front again, seeing his reflection in the window. What had he become?

Practice my confession

In case I take the stand

I'll say I learned my lesson

I'll be a better man

  His hands shook as he steered the ship, not knowing where he was going at first. All he knew was that he had to get away. Far away. If anyone ever caught him- ever- he’d be dead. 

  Anakin kept glancing back, praying that he wouldn’t see the light of another ship. No one would ever accept an apology for what he had done and even if they did, things would never be the same.

I'm packing up my things

And I'm wiping down the walls

I'm rinsing off my clothes

And I'm walking through the halls

  Although his hopes were high, he knew that it was inevitable for someone to come after him. Although seeing Obi-Wan’s ship in the mirror definitely surprised him. He turned sharply, trying to throw Obi-Wan off his path. While it worked for a second, Obi-Wan found him again in seconds. Anakin groaned. Why’d they have to send one of the people who knew him best?

  Anakin pushed a few buttons, making the ship fly faster than before. Tying a rope to the steering to keep it there, he stood up and quickly fixed the hyperspace mechanic, knowing he’d have to use it. Just as he finished, he felt the ship go sideways. After regaining his balance, he jumped, pulling the steering and getting the ship back up again. He pushed another button, getting the ship ready to go into hyperspace. 

  While waiting, he saw a green light shoot past him. He looked back once again, seeing Obi-Wan was now not only joined by two other ships but also firing in his direction.

  He was starting to feel regret about what he’d done, but it quickly went away.

I did it all for her

So I felt nothing at all

I don't know what she'll say

So I'll ask her when she calls

  It was for her. It was all for her. He had to, so why couldn’t he finish the job? He jumped into hyperspace, hoping it’d get him away from the foes on his back. He didn’t really think about it, but he did. He had thought about it without even knowing. 

  The planet was a beautiful green color. It was the planet they’d said the two of them would go and hide away on.

I hear the sirens coming

I see the flashing lights

I'm driving through the suburbs

Wearing my disguise

  The hope he had faded away as he landed on the planet and saw several other ships appear in the sky. However, it was too late to get off the planet now. They’d catch him instantly. He got off the ship, running out of the docking area and ignoring the man who demanded a docking fee. They fired at him, but he easily dodged and continued running.

  He considered killing them. He did. Then they wouldn’t be able to tell the others which way he had gone. However, he didn’t want to do that. Especially when he was just about to see her. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

  He slowed his pace to a speedy walk as he entered a marketplace. He pulled up his hood, sticking to the shadows as he quickly walked through. He came to the end and his run continued.

  Soon enough, he came across the small cabin he and her had decided on. No one else knew about it. If they needed a break, they’d go there. If they just wanted each other, they’d go there. 

  If they ever got in any trouble, they’d go there.

  And Anakin was definitely in trouble.

I show up at her doorstep

To look her in the eyes

I tell her that it's me

But she doesn't recognize

  He knocked on the door, despite the fact that it was his house as well. He waited for what felt like hours, although it was a matter of seconds before the door opened.

  He was immediately entranced by her enticing eyes, a smile coming to his face despite the current situation. A smile started to appear on hers, but it quickly went away when she looked down to see the state of his robes. 

  “Anakin, are you alright?” She asked frantically. He nodded 

  “Now that I’m with you, I couldn’t be any better.” She shook her head, reaching forward and grabbing his arms. Now her beautiful eyes were filled with worry, stunting his feeling of comfort.

  “Anakin, what happened?”

Can't you see I'm running?

Said I need a place to hide

I've gotta ask you something

Could you please let me inside?

  Anakin nodded, more to himself than it was to the woman in front of him. Anakin looked up to see ships flying the way he had come, undoubtedly the very ships he was running from. He looked back down.

  “I need to go inside, I will explain everything to you if you just let me inside, then we can be together without worry.”

  “Worry about what, Anakin?” He stepped forward and she moved out of the way, seeing no reason to not allow him inside of their shared house. “What happened?”

Just let me explain

No, I wouldn't tell you lies

I know you'll understand

If you let me stay the night

  “I did something, something really bad. He was trying to get in my head and he did, and he used you to do so with these terrible images and I wanted to stop them from happening and-”

  “Anakin, love, slow down, take a breath.” She shut the door behind her as she spoke, walking over and leading Anakin to the couch. She grabbed his hands once they had sat down, trying to help calm him down. “Just tell me what happened. Are you hurt?” 

  “No, I… I’m not hurt. I’m fine. But…”

  “But what, Anakin?” She was exasperated. He could tell. She was stressed and he was dragging his out for as long as he could.

You have to understand that

The one I killed is me

Changing what I was

For what you wanted me to be

  “It was for you. I had to save you. You understand, don’t you?” She lightly threw her hands in the air with a groan.

  “I can’t understand if I don’t know what happened.” She said. He nodded. The two of them looked away from each other when sirens could be heard in the distance. She stood up, walking over to the window in confusion.

  Anakin quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back as he stood up. 

  “I did something I can never go back on, and in the process, I’ve changed things about myself, the very things you used to love.”

I followed your direction

Did everything you asked

I hope that makes you happy

'Cause there's just no turning back

  “It’s ok, whatever you did, it’s ok. We can fix it.” Anakin shook his head. 

  “No, no, we can’t, you can’t…-”

  “Then we can stay here. No one will ever find us.” 

  “Love, they are already on the planet.”

Would you hold my hand?

They're the same ones that I used

When I killed someone for you

  Anakin looked to where their hands interlocked, flashes of his actions prominent in his mind as he thought about what would happen if she got caught with him. She’d be hiding a fugitive, she’d lose her ranks, her friends, her family, everything. He couldn’t let her do that, even if she was more than willing.

Would you turn me in

When they say I'm on the loose?

Would you hide me when

My face is on the news?

  The sirens grew closer, probably due to the people on the dock telling the others which way he had gone. He regretted his decision. He should’ve killed them, but he didn’t.

  “We don’t have to stay here. I have a ship in the back, we can escape. Whatever you did, it’s fine. You don’t even have to tell me, just listen to me, please.”

  “I… The Council is damaged. One strike and they could be brought to ruins.” She froze.

  “You didn’t…?” He nodded. She sucked in a breath, looking away as she thought. She nodded to herself.

  “Ok, ok, that’s fine. That’s ok. We just need to stay down, hide, get away from here.” He shook his head this time.

  “I can’t ask you to do that. You’ll lose everything, Y/N.”

  “It’s all worth nothing if you’re not here with me.” He paused, looking at her as he took in her words. She started walking back, pulling him along with her lightly. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He didn’t protest, going with her. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back, she felt relieved and turned around and started pulling him tighter so the two would get there faster. 

  Anakin felt himself relax as the ship came into view, admiring the woman in front of him even more.

  “You shouldn’t come with me.” He said quietly as they got closer to the ship. She turned around sharply, raising a hand to his cheek, not breaking eye contact.

  “I refuse to leave you.” She said. She looked back at the ship. “Even if you leave without me I will find you again. I will do what it takes.”

  “You can’t-”

  “Hey!” The two looked over to see a soldier standing by the door they exited from. Anakin didn’t even have time to react before Y/N made a quick motion, pulling out her blaster and shooting the soldier square in the chest. He fell back and she fired another shot. He stopped moving. She looked back to Anakin.

  “I won’t leave you.” Anakin paused for a second, looking between her and the now-dead soldier. He looked back at her. He nodded.

  “Of course.”

'Cause I killed someone for you

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[berystraw]

Love Leaves Scars: New hope

[L.L.S Masterlist] | [Main Masterlist]

Warning: none

Pairing: oc!reader x Grayson Hawthorne

W.C: 1.8k

Note: FINALLY, THE FIRST CHAPTER IS RELEASED! I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter. I wanted you all to meet Verity before the boys get mentioned! It's been a while since I last created a story, so please bear with me!!! I promise to try and update faster next time😔

As a child, I was never doted on. So clearly, being independent and acting older despite such a young age would become the result of it. "No Rosewood was once a child." My father would always say to me. Thus, living alone at the age of 18 never became a problem.

" 'Not a problem,' you say, look at this mess, Veri!" The high-pitched voice of Asnid echoes in the room. "This is not a mess, Asnid," I tell her, swatting her hand from grabbing the papers scattered on my desk. "Will you look at this place, Verity? It's a total jungle in here. I don't understand how you call this your 'ideas room'," Asnid says, crossing her arms in front of her and putting on a disapproving look.

To me, she looked hilarious. I could never take her glares seriously with how small she looked. She looked like an oompa loompa trying to prevent you from taking their precious cacao beans. No offence, Asnid.

"It's organised for me," I snickered at her. The way she rolled her eyes and scoffed in irritation caused a small laugh to pass through my lips.

"I couldn't stay here anymore, goodbye!" She huffs in defeat before stomping out the door and towards the kitchen. To be honest, the whole place is a mess. But for some unknown reason, it helps me think more. Constantly worrying about the organization is much more infuriating than having a messy place.

I clenched my eyes shut and took deep breaths to calm me down and clear my head. I grab my headphones from my desk and place them on my head. A playlist I made to help me concentrate on my work blaring in my ears. I grab my drawing pencil and my sketchpad to sketch my desired portrait, the music drowning out all the noises that would prevent me from focusing. For once, I felt calm and relaxed.

I hardly noticed the time and how late it was not until Asnid told me it was almost midnight. As soon as I peeked at my clock, I immediately realized how tired I was. Without a second thought, I gathered the materials used and secured the painting I'd be presenting to my art professor. I bid Asnid good night before retiring to my bedroom.

A sigh escaped my lips as I finally felt the relaxing comfort of my bed. I close my eyes in hopes of removing all possible thoughts that would disrupt my peaceful sleep, and with one final sigh, I let sleep envelop me in its warm, soothing embrace.

I could feel the sun peeking through my blinds and hitting my skin. The birds quietly chirp from outside. My bed felt so warm and cosy to the point that I barely even wanted to get up. I opened my eyes and allowed myself a few moments to adjust to the lighting before looking over my shoulder to check the time. 8:34.

"Verity!" As if on cue, my bedroom door flies open, revealing Asnid with her hair looking like a literal bird's nest and still in pyjamas. We both stared at each other with wide eyes. "WE'RE LATE!" We both yelled out loud. Asnid ran out and ran to her bedroom while I jumped off my bed and ran towards my bathroom. I could hear the clock ticking with every passing second, which made me even more agitated. With 15 minutes remaining, I dashed out of my bedroom and school clothes all disordered. My skirt was sideways, half of the buttons on my blouse were unbuttoned, and my tie was just messily thrown around my neck. My backpack gripped in hand, I sprinted towards my ideas room and grabbed my painting before leaving.

"Everything ready?" I asked Asnid, who was frantically fixing her hair in the mirror near the door. She nodded her head, and we both ran towards her car. "Don't go too fast, you might crash," I tell her while buckling my seat belt. She gives me a nod before driving out of the driveway.

My heart pounds against my chest. 1 minute. I run as fast as I can. My legs burn as I continue to run to the art room. I silently pray that I make it in time. "Almost there," I tell myself while panting. I ran down the hallway to the art room before one of the doors opened, and Ms Hudgins, the English professor, walked out with a cup of coffee in hand and a stack of papers in the other.

Before I could even stop myself, I collided with her. Everything felt like it was in slow-mo. Her papers and cup of coffee were thrown in the air with my canvas. She let out a scream while we both fell to the floor. I watch as Ms. Hudgin's coffee spills on the canvas and the floor.

I sat on my heel and stared at the now-ruined painting in pain. My chances of getting into Yale were ruined.

"Miss Rosewood! What were you thinking running in the halls!" Miss Hudgin's piercing voice echoes throughout the hallway. I open my mouth to answer her, to give her a valid reason, but nothing comes out. Not even a single sound. I continue to stare at my ruined painting. What am I going to tell Mr. Rivera?

After Miss Hudgings had calmed down, she only gave me a warning to not run in the halls and ordered me to clean up the mess in the hallway to which I obeyed not wanting to get into more trouble than I already was. I walked into the art room with my shoulders slouched and a blank expression.

Mr. Rivera stops midway through his sentence. From what I understood, he was explaining the result of our last project for his class. The last project that I just ruined mere moments ago. He turns his attention to me just like everyone else.

"Miss Rosewood, glad you could join us today," His voice didn't hint at any kind of sarcasm or disappointment. His usual soft and kind smile plastered on his face. Mr. Rivera had been teaching at Branford College for over 30 years now, and his experience could be seen in his features. For a 50-year-old teacher, he still looked 10 years younger. A few wrinkles adorned his face, and all of them became very evident when he smiled, which is very often.

Most teachers at his age are strict and harsh towards their students, but he was the exact opposite. He was kind and gentle towards his students, which was the reason why he was so loved by his students not only by the art majors.

"Please sit down, Miss Rosewood. Ah! Before that, may I please see your artwork?" He asked, extending his hand. My heart clenches because of this. "I'm sorry, I don't have it," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I thought that I didn't even say it with how quiet it was.

"What did you say, dear?" He asks, lowering his head slightly to reach my height. "I don't have it," I say a little louder this time. He looks directly into my eye and gives a nod. "Stay after class, Verity. Let's worry about your project later," He instructed and gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze before allowing me to take my seat.

He goes back to talking while I take my seat. I felt uncomfortable. It felt like there were thousands of eyes looking at me right now. I hear them talking in whispers, which I try to drown out. I try not to look at any of them for fear of seeing their faces. I could just imagine it. Their faces turn into an expression that gives away their thoughts about you. Their disappointment and disgustment.

Later on, the bell rings, indicating the end of the subject. Students around me gather their things while I continue to sit in my seat, barely moving and paying attention to anything or anyone. As soon as the last student walks out the door, I stand up and walk over to Mr. Rivera. "Sir," I start, but he just raises his hand, signalling me to stop, and I do.

"What happened, Verity?" He asked, and I lowered my head in shame. I could hear the disappointment in his voice now. "You said you were almost done when I last asked you about your progress. What happened?" My lips tremble, and I fear that if I speak, the tears that are threatening to fall from my eyes will all come running down my face.

"I am quite disappointed, Verity," He says. There it is. The words that I feared he would say. My heart drops to my stomach. Disappointment is an understatement. "I'm sorry," I sobbed while bringing my hand to stop the tears from flowing down but failed miserably. Mr. Rivera took a box of tissues out of his drawers and pushed them towards me, which I thankfully took. "I finished it, I promise. It's just that I woke up late, and then I crashed into Ms. Hudgins and her coffee went all over the canvas," I explained. It was hard to speak with all the sobs and hiccups that kept escaping my mouth. I bet I looked pathetic crying in front of him.

There was a moment of silence on his end. The only thing that could be heard in the room was my sniffling and the occasional hiccups. "I believe that you have finished your project in time, Miss Rosewood. Accidents are bound to happen," He comforted me. He lets out a sigh before continuing, "I am giving you the chance to prove yourself worthy of receiving the same grade I would have given you if you had passed your last project," my head jerks up at his words. "R-really?" I asked him, not believing his words. "Yes, but if you think this is some easy project, you have gravely mistaken," He adds.

"I am giving you until the end of the school year to pass a painting that answers this question, "Who are you?". If you succeed in answering this question, then you shall pass, but if not, you are to have a failed mark on your card. Do you understand me, Miss Rosewood?" I smiled and nodded, accepting his challenge. "You may leave now, Miss Rosewood. You wouldn't want to miss lunch, do you?" Mr. Rivera says. I smiled brightly at him before packing my things to leave.

Hope washed over me at the thought that I would still be able to get into Yale. I walk towards the cafeteria and eat with Asnid.

The rest of the day was all a blur to me. All that I could ever think of was what to do for my project. I wouldn't let Mr. Rivera down. Not this time.

As Asnid and I arrived at our apartment hours later. I was beyond exhausted that I faceplanted myself on the living room couch as soon as we both got in. "Hey Vers," Asnid taps on my shoulder. I hummed in response, not in the mood to lift my head from the couch.

"You got a letter,"

"From who," my voice muffled by the couch's cushion.

"Tobias Hawthorne,"

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[palioom]

congratulations

summary: you visit maxwell in his office to celebrate a big win for him in the way you know he likes best.

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n ; some swearing, unprotected p in v, sub!maxwell; teasing, some edging, oral (f receiving); riding; praise kink; office sex

• masterlist •

Walking past the front desk of the office building with long strides, she grew more and more excited as she entered the elevator, pressing the button that would bring her to Maxwell’s office.

Today had been a great day, he had managed to make some deals he had been anxious about for ages, deals that would help grow his business even further.

He had called her earlier, ecstatic about it and she had immediately gotten dressed and made her way over to celebrate early.

Bouncing on her heels, she grinned all the way up, genuinely excited for his achievements, pulling down her skirt just a little more.

The doors opened with a “ding!” and she crossed the little hallway in just a few steps, opening the door to his office without knocking.

The secretary had told her he was alone.

“Maxwell!” She said, voice full of excitement and happiness, a wide smile on her face. “Congratulations, baby!”

His head snapped up, confused at first but then a grin spread across his face as he saw her quickly walk over to him, turning his chair to the side so she could lean down and kiss him properly.

“Thank you, love.” He said in between kisses, her hands squeezing his cheeks, his own on her hips, guiding her to sit on his lap sideways.

She giggled when she let go of him, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so well.” 

Her lips found his nose before pressing another one to his lips.

A shiver ran through him when her hands moved down to his neck, her gaze still soft and excited but with a certain twinkle in them now.

Maxwell swallowed heavily.

“I think you deserve a reward, don’t you, pretty boy?” She purred, voice low now, leaning closer to his ear. “A nice reward for all your hard work?”

“Darling-”

“Don't you, baby?”

She kissed him again, swallowing his moan and feeling his fingers dig into her sides.

Her hands wandered over his shoulders, feeling the expensive material of his baby blue suit and then down to his chest, opening some buttons.

“Y-Yes, dear.” His pupils were blown wide when she pulled back, lips slightly parted.

He looked so gorgeous, all flustered and needy already.

“I’m so proud of you.” She whispered, moving to stand from his lap, lifting herself onto his desk. “And I know just what a reward you’d love.”

His dark eyes followed her moves, wandering down to where she slowly spread her legs right in front of him, her dark skirt riding up higher.

Just this little bit of teasing had him strain against his suit pants, shifting in his leather chair.

This was absolutely something he would love, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

She just watched him, leaning back on one arm while her free hand played with the hem of her skirt.

“Take off your jacket, Max.”

He took a moment, blinking up at her but then moving to take it off, throwing it into a chair not too far away from them.

Waiting for what she’d say next.

She saw his fingers flexing on his thighs, looking over her legs, spread for him but not quite showing what he wanted just yet.

“You can touch, baby.” She said, her free hand coming up to brush back his hair. “It’s alright, pretty boy.”

His fingers were on her immediately. Trailing up her shins to her knees and then to her thighs, not daring to cross the line of her skirt, but pressing a soft kiss to the inside of one of her knees.

The motion made her shiver, letting her nails rake over his scalp.

Giggling at the small moan that left him.

“Such a good boy, Max.” She cooed, his eyes snapping up to hers. “So good, baby.”

Just when she thought he had forgotten his manners, he whispered a quiet “Thank you”, making her smile wider and caress his cheek.

With a sigh, her hand fell to her skirt, fingers trailing along the hem of it.

“I was thinking about teasing you today, baby.” She said, lifting her hips so she could hike up her skirt further, until it was bunched up at her waist. “But I am so, so proud of your hard work and you are being so good for me, so I won’t.”

His eyes had followed her every move, now fixed on the black lace covering her already wet pussy.

He was adorable, hands on her thighs but the wheels clearly turning in his head, unsure if he could touch her or not.

The desire was clearly there, breaths shallow and his hands moved up and down her legs.

“Go ahead, told you it’s okay, baby.”

As if a leash had been taken off of him, his hands moved up, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down swiftly, putting them in the breast pocket of his dress shirt.

“I’m getting those back later.” She laughed, her hand threading back into his hair as he moved to pull her closer to the edge of the table.

His broad hands rested on the inside of her thighs, keeping her spread open for him.

Just when he was about to dive in, though, looking like a man starved, she tightened her grip in his hair with a soft tut, holding him back.

“Ah-ah, Max. Slow.” She warned him, just a little sternness in her voice. “This is your reward and you’ll savour that, won’t you, baby?”

He nodded, eyes coming back up to hers, seeing her raised brow.

It took him a moment, but he got there, knowing she wanted him to speak.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at that, chuckling quietly.

“There you go, now go ahead. Congratulations.”

Her hand stayed in his blonde locks but she loosened her grip, gasping when his tongue made contact with her clit.

It was his favourite thing, eating her out. Always got him rock hard and he was so good at pleasing her, swirling his tongue around her clit before moving down to her aching hole, fully tasting her.

“Oh, Max- Fuck, you’re good, baby, doing so well.” She said, the praise making him moan against her core. The vibrations felt delicious, paired with his tongue fucking into her and his nose nudging against her clit. “Such a good boy for me.”

She watched him, head buried between her thighs, eyes closed and brows furrowed, his movements slow even though she felt the tenseness in him, the urge to go faster and devour her.

Not yet, though. Maxwell needed to work on his patience, always wanting things to happen in an instant.

Her hips bucked against his face in time with his movements, moaning loudly when he sucked on her clit.

“That’s it, Max. Just a little faster, yes?”

She felt breathless already, her orgasm building steadily and too quickly for her own liking, too turned on by him submitting to her.

He increased his movements, just a little too fast, the tight grip on his hair reminding him to slow down right to how she wanted him, humming at the pain.

“You gotta be patient, baby. I got you this pretty reward and you want it to be over in a minute?” She said, watching him shift in his chair again. “Are you that ungrateful?”

“No.” The sound of his voice was muffled against her pussy, eyes opening to look up at her now.

Fuck, he looked hot, eyes glazed over and so needy.

“What was that?” She asked, pulling him off of her by his hair. “You gotta speak up, it’s rude to talk with your mouth full, Maxwell.”

He was breathing hard, chin glistening with her wetness.

“No, my love.” He repeated, louder this time.

She smiled, knuckles brushing over his cheek.

“Good.” She sighed, grabbing his hair again and pulling him against her. “Was thinking you didn’t deserve this pussy, but go ahead, I’ll look the other way just this once.”

He practically devoured her, wet noises intensifying as he moaned and whimpered into her.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby.” She moaned, feeling herself getting closer as he alternated between giving attention to her clit and fucking to her, lapping up all of her.

He whimpered again, doubling down, wanting to feel her cum on his tongue, wanting all of his reward.

He had definitely earned it.

Just when she teetered on the edge though, she brought one of her feet to his shoulder, pushing him back and against the back of his chair, making him whine at the loss but smirking when she saw his desperate and confused look.

“Darling-” Maxwell whimpered, fearing he had fucked up somehow, watching her breathe heavily.

Genuinely worried this was it, with the way her heel was digging into his collarbone.

But she shook her head, tilting it back as she gathered her breath, orgasm ebbing away slowly.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, Max, don’t worry your pretty blonde head.” She laughed a little, breathless, and it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Besides her moans. “You’re just too good, baby. And I want this to last for you, don’t you?”

He nodded, then remembered.

“Yes, love.”

She waited just a moment longer before looking back at him, her foot falling away from his shoulder with a smirk, nudging against the bulge in his pants.

Clearly taking him by surprise, based on the choked sound he made.

“Sweetheart- My god-”

A giggle echoed between them and she bit her lip at the sight of him.

“Make me cum, make it pretty, and you’ll get another reward, baby.” She said, spreading her legs again, wet and waiting just for him. “Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect, thank you, my love.” 

The words came out rushed, and he was on her immediately.

This time, she let him, bucking up against his face, moaning at his eagerness.

Feeling herself closer to the edge again, hand on his shoulder to find some purchase, sounds growing louder by the second.

“Fuck, Maxwell, you’re so good, such a good boy.” She breathed out, so close, so damn close. He focused on her clit again, sucking hard. “Just like that, yes!”

All air left her lungs when she came, a wretched moan leaving with it, body shaking.

Maxwell lapped up everything he gave her, helping her through the waves and he watched her face contorted in pleasure, groaning softly.

He kept going until she pushed him back with her foot again. Big, satisfied smile on her face, almost matching his.

“You’ve done well, baby. That was fucking good.”

Sitting up straight, she looked down at him, cupping his cheeks.

“Ready for more, love?” She asked, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones again. “You must be aching to have my pussy on you, hm? Tell me, baby.”

He really was uncomfortable in his pants, nodding.

“Very. I want you, darling.”

It wasn’t quite right, he wasn’t begging hard enough.

“Open your pants, take out your cock.” She ordered him and he did as told, opening his suit pants and freeing his aching cock, already glistening with precum.

Whimpering when he touched himself but then resting his hands on his thighs.

“Touch yourself.” She said, watching his face fall with a giggle. His fingers flexed but didn’t move. “You heard me, go on.”

He was just aching and she knew, knew that it wouldn’t take him that long until he burst.

But he needed more patience.

Still, he reluctantly wrapped his hand around himself, giving himself a few slow tugs, whimpering but looking at her.

Just like he knew she wanted.

“Beg me for it.” She said, eyes moving back and forth between his cock and his face, taking in his parted, glistening lips. “Beg for my pussy and you’ll get your reward.”

“Please, darling.” He said, hand slowing down just a little, trying to hold out. “I- I want your sweet pussy around my- fuck, around my cock. Please, my love.”

She smiled. Normally it wouldn’t be enough and she would reduce him to tears before she gave in.

But it was a special day, and he deserved this.

“I’ll let it slide. Well done, Max.”

She slid down the table to straddle his hips in the chair, reaching between them to line herself up with him.

Slowly sinking down onto him, watching his eyes close as he slumped back against the backrest, his hands wandering to her hips and curling his fingers into her.

“Ah-ah, Maxwell, hands off.” She warned him, voice lacking just a little of her authority, breathless from how well he stretched her open. “No touching, got that?”

“But, my love-”

“Hands. Off.” She repeated, raising a brow at him, his hands removing themselves and gripping the armrests instead, knuckles white. “And you don’t cum ‘til I tell you to, understood?”

This wasn’t what he understood under a reward, but there was an element of excitement to it.

He’d take whatever she would give him.

Slowly, she rolled her hips, squeezing him tight when he didn’t answer.

“Understood, Maxwell?”

He nodded, looking her in the eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

She braced herself on her elbows on the table behind her, bouncing on his cock as their moans mingled, small breaths and pants interspersed.

It was beautiful, seeing him try to hold on, try to do what she told him to. Saw how he struggled to keep his hands to himself, how he just wanted to cum inside of her already.

But he held back, trying so hard not to let his orgasm crash into him already.

“You look so pretty like this, Maxwell.” She moaned, leaning forward again to kiss him. “Trying so hard for me, being such a good, obedient boy.”

He whimpered into her mouth and she slipped her tongue against his, feeling how he lifted his hands off the armrests just momentarily before slamming them back down again.

His hips rocking up into her with shallow motions now.

“I know it’s hard but you can hold on a little longer, yes?”

A strangled “yes” rolled from his mouth right into hers.

She was losing control faster than she thought she would, spurred on by his sounds and the way his cock hit her just right.

“Yeah, you can. You’re so good for me, Max, so good.” She let go of him, bracing herself on his shoulders, the chair squeaking with every bounce of hers. “I am so proud of you, so very proud, you’ve done well.”

Her words were mostly ramblings now, repeating herself over and over, drowning out the way he whimpered her name.

“My love, please.” He said, the pressure inside him unbearable now. “Let me cum, please- Darling-”

She felt hazy, nodding and grabbing his shoulders tighter.

“Cum inside me, Max, you’ve done so well, so good.”

And he did, letting go with a deep groan, eyes screwed shut as he spilled himself inside of her. Still not touching her, using the last of his willpower to grab the chair instead of her.

She followed right after him, his sounds of pleasure enough to tip her over a second time, mouth crashing against his again, drowning out her own moans.

Her hips kept moving until she had ridden out the last waves of pleasure, her hands finding his and prying open his tight grip to move them to her hips.

Maxwell immediately pulled her against him, meeting the lazy movements of her lips as they calmed down.

She giggled, moving back just a little so she could kiss his cheek.

“I really am proud of you, Max.” She whispered, resting her forehead against his temple, her nose pressing against his cheek. “Are you alright? Too much?”

He sighed, slumping back in his chair.

“Just perfect. The best surprise and reward a man could want.” His voice was a little hoarse, but nothing some water wouldn’t fix.

Or champagne. She was far from done celebrating with him.

“I reserved a table at that restaurant you like so much.” She said, looking into his eyes now. Such a nice shade of brown, so full of love for her. “The one with that really good lobster you never shut up about.”

He laughed at that, a hand coming up to brush some hair from her face.

“We should get home and get cleaned up. There’s a lot to celebrate.” She continued, smiling. “I am so happy for you, baby, congrats.”

“Thank you, my love.” He kissed her again, briefly. “Let’s go, then.”

There really was a lot to celebrate.

And they did, until the early morning.

With many more rewards for Maxwell from her.

Expressing just how happy and proud she was of him.

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord x you #maxwell lord imagine #wonder woman 84 #wonder woman #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal characters #fan fic #fic #fics #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

[nyxindustries]

1995 | Tony Stark

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Young Tony Stark x Female Reader, x Reader. Tony Stark X Reader.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO INTERACT! Virgin Reader x Tony Stark, Very Soft Tony dom (if you squint) Virgin Tony Stark, Praise kink, slight vanilla sex

| Masterlist |

Cuddling with your long term boyfriend, Tony Stark.It's the summer of 1995, the year of flip phones and flannel skirts.

Your arms wrapped around Tony as you just finished watching a romantic comedy film.

"Tony…do you want to go get ice cream?" You asked quietly

"Date night?" He questioned and smiled

"Yeah, Date night, we haven’t don’t that in a while. ``You say and kiss him softly.

Tony and yourself are engaged, at just being 25 and 24 years old. You found each other at a diner, where you were just waitressing and you ended up spilling hot coffee on Tony, two years ago. Now you're here at Tony upper east side brownstone with the television going on.

Until you got up and pressed the button turning the Tv off. Tony walks up and gets your jacket off the coat rack.

You smiled, slipping it on as he helped you with your jacket that matched your black floral dress and leggings with combat boots. Tony simple black pants and over side shirt tucked in as he put on his jacket.

Leaving the house with him as you and Tony began walking, hand in hand. Talking softly during the evening as people pass the both of you trying to get into the ice cream parlor.

"So did you enjoy the film we watched?" Your boyfriend questioned and your thoughts made loops while you thought of the film.

"Oh! It was a lovely movie…but it made me realize a couple of things." You say quietly.

"Oh…like what?" Tony asks and you chuckled softly and you bopped his nose.

"Don’t worry about it, love" you say as you clasp both of Tony's hands, smiling up at him.

"What ice cream are you getting?" He asks

"Mint chocolate chip, with fudge on top and sprinkles!" You say a bit childlike,making Tony laugh at your randomness of ice cream choices and silliness.

"What about you?" You quizzed him gently.

"I’ll get a chocolate cone with rainbow sprinkles" he says and you nod as you approach the counter and order Tony’s and your ice cream. Before you took out your card Tony's hand came out of nowhere and handed his card to the cashier.

"Thank you but I had it covered," you spoke and Tony shook his head as then the employee gave your ice creams and you smiled softly taking yours and Tony immediately took a big bite out of it and your mouth hung open and then you just laughed.

“My ice cream,” you say and slightly frown.

“Sorry, here,” he says

Tony offered his ice cream and you took a bite of his ice cream and he smiled at you.

Walking out as you guys walked around eating ice cream together.

"Wanna go to dinner after this?" Tony asked and you stared at him and smiled.

"Yes…but I think we did this backward.." you say wondering off with your thoughts.

"Oh, We most definitely did…but it’s okay," Tony says and laughs as he finishes his ice cream and so did you.

"Where do you want to eat for dinner ?" Tony asked and you shrugged .

"Anywhere, your choice since it was my idea to get ice cream!" You say and Tony nodded as he grabbed your hands as he twirled you walking on the sideway.

"Italian " Tony says and you nod

“Oooooh Yummy! " you say and he smiled as he pulled you in and walked with you.

"Couple block up, the best restaurant there is for Italian food." Tony says as he walks with you.

Walking the next couple blocks and getting into the restaurant, getting seated quickly. Ordering food with Tony and talking casually about how you want to continue school and possibly becoming a nurse and Tony talking about how he wants to continue with his father business.

-

It was late evening now, Tony and yourself were walking home. Even though you lived with Tony,

You guys never actually took the big step, cuddles and things like that but nothing more even with being engaged. Watching that movie earlier, made you feel and realize that Tony is everything to you and you want to give him everything.

"T-Tony..Remember earlier… I said the movie made me realize a few things…"you say trailing off.

"Y-yeah… what about it?" He asks and you take a deep breath as Tony opens the door to the brownstone.

Walking in, taking off your jacket and looking at Tony.

"Well…you know…I just…uh.." Trailing off and turning red as he eyed you.

"You want to break up, call off the engagement?" He questioned worriedly.

"Oh god, no Tony…I want to take it further…you know… like…what…people…do when they're in love." You say frantically trailing as you turn bright red.

"Oh!….oh…"Tony exclaims in surprise

"Sorry, I didn’t mean… you know…I didn’t mean that…forget it, Tony.." you say and trailed off, ready to walk away.

Tony grabs your hand and you look at him as tears swelled your eyes.

"Hey, it’s okay…I understand…I just thought you wanted to wait until we’re married but it’s okay…I understand…" Tony says trailing.

"It’s just that…I’m a…a virgin…" Tony says trailing off and you nodded with a soft smile as he caressed your face gently.

"Me too, Tony, but I want you… and I want every part of you because I love you, Tony" you say whispering.

"I love you too, do you want to? Are you ready?" He asks and you nod.

"Yes, I’m ready Tony.." you say and he picked you up gently as you kissed him , he kissed back.

Carrying you to the shared bedroom the both of you share. He placed you down gently and you smiled as you kissed him and he kissed back, getting on-top of you.

Tony hands roaming your body as he lifts your dress and takes it off you gently, and you sighed, feeling exposed as you helped Tony get his shirt off.

Kissing you once again as you let Tony trail down with kisses causing you to giggle softly. Tony reached for your leggings as he tugged at them as he looked at them.

"Are you sure you want this? We can stop whenever you want too" Tony says, nodding in response as your breath hitches.

Feeling Tony fingers underneath your leggings and slipping them off, leaving you in your underwear and you started to turn red.

"H-hey…it’s okay…" he says, seeing your red face.

"Listen… have you touched yourself before?" He asks.

"Y-yeah I have…" you say and Tony nodded as he slipped your panties and bra off.

Tony moved up as went to kiss your lips, as you felt his fingers rub your clit.

You gasped softly as Tony began running faster.

A moan escaping your lips as you got surprised by the noise you just made, which made Tony smirk at you.

Feeling his fingers slipping down to your entrance, as you felt one finger slip in, moaning softly as gripped at Tony wrist as he looked up.

"Want me to stop? '' he asked, stopping his fingers, in response you shook your head.

"N-no… go faster please" you moaned quietly as his fingers thrusted faster and you moaned out. Tony felt all your wetness soak his fingers.

"I-I think you're ready." Tony says and you nod as you feel his finger slip out. You whine at the loss of pleasure.

"This is going to hurt a bit…just take a deep breath and let me know if you want to stop” he says

“Okay…it’s okay. You can now” you say taking a deep breathe

“I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Tony chuckled nervously

“It’s okay, we can finger it out together”

Tony slowly pushed in as you gasped, gripping him tightly as your breathing hitched a lot.

Looking him in the eyes as your hand ran through his hair as Tony moved further. Closing your eyes, as you felt pain and Tony comforted you gently.

“It’s okay… we’re both new to this..we can do this together” he says and you nod, pulling him closer as Tony sits there. Giving you time to adjust to him.

Taking a deep breath as you felt the slip into the background.

“Can you try and move, please” you say quietly and Tony nods as he slowly moves and you gasp more, as some of the pain comes back.

“D-do you want me to stop?” He questioned.

“N-no it’s okay…just take it slowly” you said and he nodded as he moved more and the pain slowly faded as you felt pleasure and a knot in your lower stomach.

Moaning softly as Tony still slowly thrusted slowly and at a steady pace.

“T-Tony…faster” you moaned out softly as he leaned down and kissed you softly.

He moved faster and you moaned louder with the shake of your head as you held onto Tony with a smile, as pleasure seemed to engulf you now.

“Tony…I like this…”you say and he smiled.

“Yeah me too” he says as he groans out.

“Go faster, please” you say and he picked the pace a bit , you moaned as he held onto your wrist.

The knot in your stomach become bigger and looser. “T-Tony…I think…I think-“ you say and he’s nods as he began thrusting faster. You held onto him, kissing him passionately.

Your hands running through his hair and his hands roaming your body and massaging your breasts.

“T-Tony… Tony I Think…I’m gonna cum.” You say and he nods

“Yeah me too” he says as he went faster the knot unravelled quickly, a foreign but welcoming feeling overcame as you gripped Tony.

Legs shaking as you came heavily with heavy breathing and loud moaning as Tony pulled out and came on your stomach quickly.

Warm liquid on your stomach as Tony smirked, grabbing a towel quickly and wiping your stomach off softly and you looked up at him.

“I love you Tony” you say quietly and he laid next to you and smiled.

“I love you too Y/n…I love you so much. Why I want to marry you..” he said and giggled softly as you yawned.

Whispering softly as you kissed Tony

“T-thank you for being understanding”

“Of course…I would never want to hurt you” he whispers, kissing your forehead and Tony smiles as he pulls you in close and you fell right to sleep listening to his heartbeat.

Waking up the next morning, not feeling Tony next to you and sitting up as you felt sore. Tony coming in the room, he smiled softly at you.

Sitting on your side of the bed and you looked at him.

“Morning, My love” sleeping still overcoming your voice

“Good morning my Darling, how do you feel?” Tony asks

“Uh…I’m…I’m sore” you say with a soft blush on your face.

“It’s okay, that’s normal…and you were so good last night” he said, praising you and smiling softly.

“I want to go take a shower but I might need help.” You shyly and Tony laughed softly.

“I can do that” he says and you stuck your hands out, Tony grabbed them as he lifted you up off the bed, carrying you to the bathroom.

Giggling softly as he held you, walking to the bathroom as he placed you down on the toilet and started the bath.

“Thank you Tony” you say and he smiled.

“Anything for you” he responded as the tub filled up and he made the tub at a warm comfortable temperature.

Getting up slowly as you stood with Tony helped you with getting into the tub.

Sitting down as Tony grabbed soap as you splashed water against yourself and Tony washed you with soap and you smiled softly as he was gently washing you and your hair.

“Breakfast is all done and I’ll bring it to you in bed while you rest and we can spend the whole day in bed” Tony says and chuckled in agreement.

“Okay…. That sounds wonderful” you say as Tony helped out of the tub , wrapping you in a towel. The soreness slowly went away but not all the way, still tingling.

“Go get dressed and I’ll go get breakfast for you” he says and you go to your closet and get dressed in comfortable home wear.

Laying in bed as you pulled a book

‘ Lady Chatterley's Lover‘. As you waited for Tony to come, which he did moments later after you read a few pages.

Sitting up and placing the book down as Tony smiled, placing the tray on your lap and Tony sat down next to you.

“Hmm…’ Lady Chatterley's Lover’ sounds interesting” Tony says, you nod, drinking some orange juice and digging into the chocolate chip pancakes.

“It’s super interesting, I love it so far”

Tony opened the book as you finished your food and he looked up to you as he grabbed the tray and placed it on the nightstand.

Tony pulled you in, as he placed his head on your lap gently, turning the pages from the beginning.

“ “Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.” “

Tony reading out loud softly to you. You leaned back into the bed and smiled softly as you listened to Tony.

Wonderful…wonderful this is…being in love.

#avengers fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel imagine #marvel smut #marvel x reader #marveladdicts #tony x reader #tony stark smut #mcu smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark #mcu fandom #hardcore smut #tony stark imagine #avengers #mcu imagine #oneshot #smut fic #smut scenarios

[dawnrider]

32 kidge ❤️💚

#32 is Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye. My first reaction when I saw the song was "Oh no..." because obviously the song is not exactly about a happy couple. But I persevered! Some Voltron Keith x Pidge for you, my dear @flannelfangirl (This ended up longer than I planned. 😅)

It had been months. Keith knew it by the ache in his chest. He clutched the vid screen in his hand desperately as he moved through the ship that had been sent to collect him. Finally. He had been assigned quarters in the back end of the ship. The noise from the engines was welcome after the near constant silence during his assignment and the isolation would help him reacclimate to being around other people.

The screen whined faintly as he turned it on in the privacy of his own room. He waited impatiently for it to “load” his profile, including his messages. Of which there were many. It took him ages to scroll back until the first one that arrived after his deployment. From Shiro. He skimmed it and marked it to read later. A few from Hunk, another from Shiro… Then the ones he was looking for. Hoping for. Pidge had obviously been unsure of what to say at first. Her messages were almost perfunctory. Awkward. But then she seemed to relax, telling him about her days working in the lab, teasing him about how she’d have to kill him for telling him about her projects.

There were moments where he could feel her longing, the fact that he hadn’t responded making her doubt what she was doing. What they were doing. Keith felt his breath catch when he got to the first message from after he was first supposed to return. Her tone was anxious, questioning. He completely understood. He had been thinking about her constantly, and when the day came and went with no signal from the retrieval team, his first thought had been worry that she would think something happened to him.

The messages after that became less frequent, and stiffer. Someone had obviously communicated to her that he was still on assignment but neglected to tell her why or what was happening. At the time, he hadn’t known either. Another few weeks and it was clear that no one had told her anything. It was protocol, he supposed, but it also meant that as far as Pidge was aware, he had chosen to stay incommunicado. It was around the time he had finally learned that someone would be coming to get him that he saw the change in her responses completely.

Sadness. Loneliness. She regretted trying to make “this a thing. Whatever it was.”

Keith felt his chest squeeze so hard he almost couldn’t breathe. He was punching buttons and desperately waiting for the response on the other end. Nothing. He hit the vid screen version of “redial.” Still nothing.  Had she disconnected her line?

Through eyes he didn’t realize were so blurry, he looked again at the screen and realized that in his panic, he’d hit something wrong. Taking a sharp and shuddering breath, he cleared it and started over.

Ringing.

Or the subspace equivalent, anyway. 

“Keith?” He let out a gust of air, immediately rushing to apologize, to try to explain.  “Hold on, hold on. Are you alright?” her voice was gravelly over the distance, but he realized that on her side of the planet thousands of lightyears away, it was something like three in the morning. “I thought maybe you were…” She couldn’t say it. He wouldn’t let her.

“No. No, I’m alright. My extraction got delayed because another team’s mission went sideways and they needed out. I’m sorry I couldn’t let you know what was going on.”

There was a long pause. The light in her room flicked on as the view changed. He realized she was sitting up now. “Keith… I… I can’t handle…” She took a breath, her lower lip quaking. “After Matt and my dad.” Another breath. “Not knowing what happened to you was more than I could take.”

Keith swallowed hard. He had been thinking about it for the last few weeks while he was stuck in his assignment and unable to do much else. “I’m coming back to Earth.” Pidge blinked at him. “I told Kolivan when they picked me up that I was done. This mission was one too many times I got stranded.”

“Keith… this isn’t something you just… quit.” He shook his head. He explained how long and hard he’d been thinking about it. How little he felt the Blades needed him anymore. It was time. Had been time. It was just that much cleared now, when he was faced with what he stood to lose. What he may already have lost…

“I’m on my way back now. It will take me a couple of days, but I’ll be there.” He took a fortifying breath. “Can we talk about it again when I get there?”

The video quality was not the best, but he thought he could see her nose screwed up in thought. Her shoulders fell slightly. “Alright. Yes.” Keith nodded in relief. She stared at him hard for a long moment and he waited for her to decide what she wanted to say. “You sure you’re alright? You weren’t hurt out there were you?” Not this time. He wouldn’t tell her about the many other times. Yet. Once they figured things out again. Once they got the chance to talk. Then he would come clean about how dangerous his work had truly been.

“Get some sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”

She smiled a little. “It’s like I’m a whole different person now, huh? Sleeping at four in the morning. Who woulda thought?” He couldn’t help a relieved chuckle at her teasing. She was both the person he used to know and the one he had grown to love. The one who might actually make Earth feel like home again.

“You’re Pidge, Katie. That’s what matters to me.” She grinned. “Good night. See you in a few days.” She nodded, wiggling her fingers at the screen in farewell.

Keith collapsed back on his berth, a sigh leaving him. Bone tired and yet boneless, he fell asleep.

#spotify wrapped #prompt ask game #dawnrider fanfiction #Kidge #Voltron Fanfiction #Vignettes #Post canon

[little-kitten-mittens-fic]

movie night

pairing: caregiver!loki & regressor!reader

summary: After a hard mission, Loki helps you to wind down.

content warnings: none

word count: ~900

You collapsed dramatically onto the bed in a heap, laying your head back. The blinds behind had been shut tight this morning, now having fluttered open just enough for a patch of sun to shine right in your face. 

After a few seconds, you opened your eyes, squinting as you sat up against the headboard you were still slouched against.

Loki’s expression softened at the sight of your antics. “Are you small?”

You mumbled unintelligibly in response, which was plenty answer enough.

Loki came closer, and you started to fold your arms, playing with your sleeves and automatically bringing a hand up towards your mouth.

Loki tutted and quickly took your hands in his to deter you, green seidr flicking over the surface, cleaning your hands of dirt and grime.

“Hey bug, you’re all dirty.” 

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the green energy, instantly distracted. You were always enamored by Loki’s seidr, the awe you felt only increasing exponentially when you were regressed like now. 

You knew he made it sparkle brightly more than necessary just because you liked it.

Said (now clean) hand went into your mouth this time, your thumb slipping in and the rest of your fingers curling to the side to rest them comfortably. You looked up at him, blinking and hiding a yawn behind your hand.

“Tired, little one?”

You nodded emphatically, knowing he meant to imply a nap, which always meant cuddles (if you wanted them). You were exhausted, though in no mood to actually sleep. 

Loki hummed. “We should get you cleaned up first.”

You whined, shaking your head. You lifted up your hands slightly, well hand singular, because one was staying in your mouth. 

Loki’s only response was to raise an eyebrow.

You look pointedly at your hands again. “Seether.” You frowned at the mispronunciation, further muffled by your fingers, then pouted as Loki’s expression remained unchanged despite the fact that he clearly understood your meaning.

You wanted him to use his seidr instead of taking an actual bath. 

“It’s not the same; don’t you want that oil and slime out of your hair?”

“Nu uh. Water feel icky.” You shook your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You weren’t trying to be dramatic, and you didn’t want to cry, but the thought of getting water in your hair and by your ears was too much to bear at that moment.

Loki looked at you carefully, seeing your expression. After thinking for a moment, he seemed to come to a decision.  

“How about we watch a movie instead? And you can finish cleaning up after a nap, hm?”

You sniffed. “Okay…”

You agreed easily, feeling confident because you knew a movie was even better than a nap– you would get to cuddle and you knew you wouldn't fall asleep while the television was on. 

You sat up fully, pushing yourself up with one hand to shift off of the bed. You were still in your work clothes, so you immediately turned back around, tugging at your button-up shirt. The pout and the pleading in your expression told Loki all he needed to know. 

Loki chuckled almost silently, more of a fond smile, but he still granted your request, a quick flash of seidr washing over you to change your wrinkled and stained work clothes to soft pajamas. 

Kneeling on the ground by the television, you struggled to pull out from underneath the television set a heavy wooden chest. With one hand, it was difficult, but it felt lighter than normal… 

You stopped, and saw it shift without your hand touching it and you looked back at Loki to see him looking away in an exaggerated nonchalant way. It made you grin, having caught him. 

Your mood immediately brightened further at the sight that greeted you as you opened the lid. Inside were rows and rows of brightly colored VHS tapes, with several more stacked sideways on top, along with a few DVDs mixed in. 

It only took you a few seconds to make your choice, picking one of your favorites. 

When you turned around, Loki had your favorite stuffed toy in hand, a bright orange plush tiger, and several pillows and blankets arranged on the floor. He moved down to the floor, in front of the television, patting the space beside him. 

You held out the plastic case so he could see the movie with smiling dinosaurs on the cover, before you plopped down beside him. Loki accepted it and the case clicked as he opened it and he pulled the tape out. 

The routine was familiar as he got up to load the tape into the video player, with this movie in particular even, having watched it again and again with you without complaint. 

Soon the movie was playing and Loki sat back down. 

“Alright, c’here bug.” 

You happily snuggled into him sideways, pulling your blanket and tiger plush with you. The blanket bunched up, but Loki pulled it, ruffling it out until it laid smoothly over you. 

You murmured a ‘thank you’ from behind your hand, settling in comfortably, and Loki rested an arm around your back. 

Before long you were enthralled by the television, the world around you melting away until the only sensations you focused on were the bright color and sounds of the movie, the soft fur of your plushie, and the warm steadiness of your caregiver.

#loki x little!reader #caregiver loki #regressor reader #agere fic #fandom agere #sfw age regression #fluff #cuddling & snuggling #cg!loki

[oxenfreeao3]

The following is excerpted from Saltwater on AO3

She might have left her cell a little sooner if she hadn't been so convinced it was all just a sick joke. 

Staring at the floor, Vi clenched her hands and teeth and counted. She went up to five, stopped, and then up to five again, waiting for guards to come pouring around the corner. 

They didn't.

When she finally slunk out from behind the bars, she more-than-half-expected to see something blunt cut an arc through the air and crack into her skull. 

That didn’t happen, either.

Instead, all she saw were the shadowed outlines of one bully-bodied warden and one enforcer in formal blues. Both of them were walking away from her. 

Only one stopped to look back. 

As Vi caught up with her, the enforcer turned and fell into stride alongside her. Which, even on its own, was pretty fucking bizarre. Then, she matched Vi’s pace, slowing when she slowed, allowing her to keep some distance between herself and the big man pounding the floor up ahead. That was even weirder. She only pulled out in front when Vi stopped several feet from the elevator, refusing to move closer. The warden was leaning against the wall beside the call button, waiting.

He stared at her. She stared at his club. He had it propped up in front of him like a cane, the end notched against his boot. It tipped heavily to the left and to the right, from one hand to the other. Vi tracked the motion with her eyes. 

They stood like that, the three of them—warden, enforcer, and whatever the fuck she was, now—until the elevator stopped on their level and scraped open. The warden moved first.

Vi grounded her weight on her back foot as he pushed himself upright, the end of his club kicking towards her. It hit the concrete with a clang and she forced her flinch into the floor. He caught it anyway. Knew her too well. With a smarmy snort, he sucked back some phlegm and turned towards the enforcer.

He changed his face. Touching his hat, he rolled over his fat gut into a bow. 

“After you,” he said, waving a hand into the lift.

The enforcer didn’t budge. She lifted her chin.

"No. Thank you.” She reset her clipboard with a snap. “We'll take the next one." 

Vi's ears pricked. Her eyes shot sideways. 

Interesting, she thought.

Somebody doesn’t like the warden.

The warden didn’t seem to notice. 

"Suit yourself,” he said. He shouldered into the elevator. The car sank under his weight. Punching in his floor, he pointed the end of his club at Vi. “Better stay sharp, though, missy. This one bites."

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Didn’t sound like she planned to.

The doors rattled on their tracks, squealing shut with a bang. Vi stared at their rust-eaten surface, the image of the warden’s club still burning a dark line across her retinas. She didn’t unwind her fists until the lift jolted on its cables, carrying its pig-eared cargo up and away.

She and the enforcer were left alone. They stood side-by-side in the dim, rumbling hiss of the cellblock. Immediately, the sounds of solitary closed up around them. Water dripped down off the pipeworks. Steam sloughed up out of the floor. Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the prison, a sump growled to life, guzzling seawater. Twitching, Vi sucked a canine to cut the silence. She turned. 

"You stupid or something?"

The response was clipped. "Excuse me?"

Vi shoved a shoulder towards her ear and gestured, half with her hand, half with her elbow. "You're really gonna get in that thing? With me? Alone?"

The enforcer looked at her sidelong, head tilting. She arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps you’d prefer to take the stairs?" 

Vi felt a muscle tic beside her nose. 

"Alright, don't get cute,” she leered, hooking her thumbs into her stripes. Rearranging her face around a snarl, she pulled her posture into a challenge.

The enforcer just stared at her, inert. 

Then, without a word, she leaned forward and hit the call button. 

Vi deflated.

Dropping into a slouch, she resettled her weight. She gave the enforcer a once-over. Then a twice-over. Then a third when it struck her that she was genuinely—if reluctantly—curious. 

“You're not afraid I'm gonna hurt you?"

"No. Not really."

Vi huffed, facing forward again. "Got it," she said, “so you are stupid."

The enforcer didn’t say anything. She just drew in a breath, closed her eyes, and sighed. Her arms fell away from her body. Vi caught a glimpse of the papers on her clipboard. The photo of some pale, dead-eyed kid stared back at her from the front page. Me, she realized, and the sudden recognition made her flinch. Tugging her hands out of her uniform, she sniffed and looked down, pressing a thumb into her wrist. 

Somewhere above them, the elevator offloaded its counterweights and began to scream back down through the subfloors.

"What good would it do you?”

Vi stiffened. "What?"

Blue eyes drifted over to study her.

"To hurt me,” the enforcer clarified, “What good would it do you?” 

She asked the question as if it answered itself. It kinda did. Vi pressed harder into her wrist. The elevator rumbled to a stop in its shaft and the doors squealed open. 

The enforcer stepped into the lift. “Let's go."

Vi didn’t move. She could see inside the elevator and decided she didn’t like how it looked. 

Too familiar. 

"You mentioned stairs?" she snarked.

"I was being sarcastic."

"Uh-huh. Which way?"

The elevator doors began to close. The enforcer put up her arms, forcing them back open.

"To where?"

"To the stairs,” Vi snapped. She rolled her neck. Cracked it. “C’mon, keep up.”

"Are you—” the doors tried to close again, “it's forty floors."

"I don't ca—" 

The words hit. Vi froze.

"Wait, what?" She tried to fix her face but it was too late. She'd already been caught. The enforcer was frowning at her. Strange look. Weird eyes.

"Did—”

The doors bucked a third time and an alarm began to sound.

Scoffing in annoyance, the enforcer leaned back and smacked something on the interior wall of the lift. The elevator shuddered, clunked, and settled. The doors ground to a halt, halfway open. She stood between them and turned to finish her thought.

“—did you not know that?"

No. 

Vi felt a dark, yawning sensation spin up her legs into her stomach. 

No, she hadn’t known that. 

Fuck. 

Subfloor 40. 

She turned, numb, and stared back at the row of cages. 

They’d never put her this far down before. They never put anyone this far down. Weren’t supposed to, anyway. The cellblocks, they…they weren’t fully finished, didn’t even have numbers, because—

She swallowed. 

—because the emergency sumps only kicked on once a flood hit Subfloor 39.

Something black and viscous washed into her chest and hit its high water mark. Odd, then, that her mouth was so dry. Her pulse soared.

…how many times had the prison flooded last month?

"Hey."

The word brought her back around again. To that face. That expression. All angles and arrogance. So haughty. So bossy, and—

—and, god. Something else. Something that made Vi feel fucking illiterate.

“Are you coming or not?”

Fuck you.

Vi looked at the lift, looked at the enforcer, then bit her tongue and thought of Powder.

"Whatever. Move over."

The enforcer stepped backwards into the elevator to let her pass, but not fast enough to avoid being shoved aside.

#arcane #arcane fanfic #fic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #piltoversfinest #caitvi #violyn #caitlyn kiramman #vi #SaltwaterAO3

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

WARNINGS: pregnancy, angst at the first half, mentions of miscarriage (dw, it doesnt actually happen), kind of a crack fic ngl

"I'm pregnant, Jotaro! I'm pregnant!"

When you first said those words to Jotaro, you said them with such joy that you were sure that for a moment, you were the happiest woman in the world, with tears of joy fogging your sight.

But now, you yell at him with fury, tears of frustration already rolling down your cheeks, your voice raw from screaming at him and fists balled up. What frustrates you, even more, is the usual indifferent stare that he continues to look at you with, as if his pregnant wife isn't currently yelling at him with anger.

As if this whole argument hadn't been his fault, as if you hadn't been mad at him for not spending time taking care of his own pregnant wife. He tried to reason with you at first, that his job was important, but you bit back at him with "and I'm not?" and since then, Jotaro had remained silent. Eerily calm even, glued to his place as you yell at him.

And he remained in place even when you turned your back and walked out on him.

That was a few days ago, you had been staying over at a friend's place for a bit, and you have yet to receive any phone calls from Jotaro which made you agitated. You thought of calling him first, but your hormones got the best of you which made you pettier.

Why should you be the first to call when it was his fault?

The park that you're currently in is empty, your friend leaving you to go to the restroom and allow you to have your thoughts to yourself for a while, as you sat on the bench, you can't help but hug yourself as you curse your own husband under your breath.

"I wish you knew how hard this whole thing is for me," you whisper under your breath with absolute disdain for the man, glaring at nothing "I wish you were the pregnant one instead!"

Just as the words left your mouth, you were suddenly struck by something that made your stomach ache so badly that you immediately doubled in on yourself. It was a sharp pain, spreading from your abdomen down to your legs. The pain was so bad that you couldn't even scream for help, the last thing you see is the night sky, the gentle rustle of the leaves from a tree at a distance, and the concerned look on your friend's face as they hurriedly approach you before you lost consciousness.

From the comfort of your shared home, Jotaro felt restless and had felt extreme anxiety ever since you walked out the door. He thought of searching for you time and time again, thought of calling you but had always backed out just as he was about to press the 'call' button next to your contact name.

You might need time, he reasoned out. And so, he settled for just sitting down in the dining room, his phone placed on the table as he waited for your call. Instead of receiving your call, however, what he received was a sharp pain hitting his abdomen out of nowhere. As the man doubled over in pain, he lets out a groan, his mind running rampant as to what might be going on.

Is it a stand attack? Had he eaten something bad? Are you alright?

The pain had been so bad that he hadn't felt himself fall sideways out of his chair, his cap flying a few feet away from him and the side of his head hitting the floor with a thump, his arms accidentally swiping his phone to the floor with him. He never did figure out what was going on and the last thing he saw through his blurry sight was your friend's number flashing on his phone, calling him.

-

That morning, when you woke up, you were surprised that you were feeling like your best today. You didn't feel any fatigue, didn't feel nauseous at all and you didn't have any weird cravings for breakfast. Must be a good day, you thought to yourself with a smile, you hadn't felt this refreshed in a while.

But that happiness didn't last for the whole day.

Upon seeing you awake, your friend immediately insisted you go to the hospital. You found no need to do so, as you were feeling amazing today, but they insisted. They worried for your child, they said, as it isn't normal for pregnant women to suddenly feel pain in their abdomen. You finally agreed, only if it would stop them from fussing over you too much.

Only for you to be devastated by the result of your check-up from your ob gyne.

In your uterus, where a fetus should be resting, where you should be hearing your child's heartbeat⁠—there's now nothing to be found. You choked on your words as you asked how would that be possible, only to be reminded of the sharp pain you felt the night before.

Your friend gathered you in their arms, as you mutter to yourself and shake your head. That can't be it, there's no way. You didn't- you hadn't- it couldn't have been that simple, that easy. Maybe the ultrasound was broken? Yeah, maybe that was it! Your baby is fine⁠—you know she is.

Your friend's phone started ringing and you watch as they fetch it from their pockets, the name flashing on the screen made your heart drop to your stomach.

Jotaro.

God, what were you going to tell him?

Jotaro paced back and forth in the dining room as he called your friend again, they left him with an ungodly amount of missed calls last night, which made the man more anxious than he already is. So anxious, in fact, that he felt nauseous, feeling like he would throw up at any minute.

He felt like his stomach is cramping in worry and extreme fatigue from worrying. Or maybe that was from passing out on the floor of his dining room.

He curses under his breath as he was sent to voicemail once again, feet stomping on the tiled floor in worry and agitation. Why would they flood his phone and then not answer his calls the next day? Had something happened to you? He felt bile rise up in his throat at the idea and he did his best to swallow it back, dialing on his phone once again for the nth time that morning.

Before he can press the call button again, however, he suddenly heard the front door being opened. He felt nauseous but never had he run faster to the front door until that very moment. To his relief, it was you, in one piece. A sigh of relief almost made its way past his lips but the sight of your teary eyes froze his entire being.

"Jotaro..." your voice sounded so small, so scared, and he dreaded what the next words that'll come out of your mouth would be. He tried to ignore the way your dominant hand came up to cradle your stomach.

don't say it. don't say it. don't-

"She's gone, Jotaro."

A tense silence filled the room as the both of you stood still, you can see Jotaro's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape as he processes the information, and you can pinpoint the exact moment when he finally registered what had happened⁠—the silence was broken by the sound of his phone slipping from his hand, meeting the floor as it cracked open.

In all of your years being together, Jotaro had always been the strong one. He was your pillar, a shoulder to lean on, he made it his responsibility to be the one you can lean on at any moment. He leaned on you time and time again but never once had you seen Jotaro cry.

But as the old adage goes, there's a first time for everything.

Tears cascade down his cheeks like a dam opening its gates, his eyes are glued to yours as he took quick, huge strides towards you before gathering you in his arms, burying his face in your hair. And for the first, and probably the last time in your life, you heard Jotaro sob.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was my fault. I'm sorry."

It was muffled, but you can hear him muttering, or more like chanting softly into your hair. His arms held you tightly, protectively, and you were too stunned by the whole thing to say anything, to reassure him, so you settled on wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in his chest.

The two of you cried in each others arms for the rest of the day.

-

The next few weeks were horrible, but it was more horrible for Jotaro, you noticed. He always seemed so tired and felt nauseous most of the time, there were even times when you would wake up to the sound of him throwing up in the bathroom, and he was moodier than he had ever been. You chalked it up to grief at first, and you ended up constantly reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, but then came the weird cravings.

"Do we have peanut butter?" He asked you one time while you were resting on the couch in a blanket burrito, waiting for him to join you.

"We do," you answered nonchalantly, "but we're out of bread."

"That's alright," He hums, and you look at his back with a raised brow as he walks back into the kitchen,

"What's the peanut butter for?" you asked out of curiosity,

"The pickles." The way he responded was so nonchalant as if putting peanut butter on pickles was a normal thing that everyone does.

You didn't mean to judge your husband, not especially when you are currently dealing with grief yourself. You tried to remind yourself that dealing with grief differs from person to person, but your husband went from placing mustard on cookies, to dipping nuggets in ice creams, and now this...

If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that Jotaro was...

You scrunch your eyebrows in concern, your lips tuckered into a pout. That was a ridiculous thought, was it your grief messing with your ability to think logically? Your eyes went to gaze over at Jotaro, and you hadn't noticed it before, but now.... his toned stomach seems to have a bump now.

Was it because of his stress eating? Or was it because he was- It would explain why he had been so open about his emotions recently-

No, that's ridiculous. Very much so. But still, you worry about him feeling nauseous most of the time and the constant throwing up he had every morning that ended up being a routine for him now, as well as the cramps he's been feeling every now and then, and the constant fatigue...

"Jotaro, dear?" you called out, and upon hearing the sound of his hum from the kitchen, you finally told him something that had been on your mind for a while.

"What do you feel about going for a check-up?"

-

"I'm what?!" Your husband yelled out in surprise as you, Jotaro, and the doctor gape at the screen.

Jotaro was quick to agree to go to the doctors, as he had not been feeling well recently and he fears that his grief might have caused some kind of illness. He thought of just going to a regular one, but you ended up insisting to get one of the Speedwagon Foundation doctors to check on him, to which he begrudgingly agreed to (after giving you a lecture on how his connections to the SPW Foundation shouldn't be used for such simple things).

After hearing Jotaro's symptoms, you can see in the doctor's eyes that he already had an idea as to what Jotaro was feeling, but he still said that it would be better if he used an ultrasound to check on his abdominal organs, just to make sure that it's actually nothing serious.

It was then that all three of you figured out that it was something serious.

Your heart dropped to your stomach at the familiar shape, your eyes bulging out of your head. At first, both you and the doctor thought it must have been some kind of tumor, but there was a sound coming from the machine. A sound that Jotaro did not recognize, but something that both you and the doctor were familiar with.

A heartbeat.

"How could this be...?" you heard the doctor mutter to himself, panic written all over his features. He moved the ultrasound on Jotaro's abdomen, the said man just laying back with an expressionless look on his face.

but still, no matter how much he tried to reject its existence, there it was. Something in Jotaro's stomach that was supposed to be in yours.

"Mr. Jotaro...." he started out, voice shaky, unsure of himself.

Jotaro's eyebrows scrunch in worry then, and you can see his anxiousness as clear as day. You braced yourself, maybe it wasn't what you thought it was, perhaps, it was some kind of tumor and you were just so out of it that you thought it was-

"A fetus... There's a fetus in your stomach." The doctor said, voice breathy in disbelief, as if even he, himself, couldn't believe his own diagnosis. "You're pregnant, Mr. Kujo."

Silence filled the room, the doctor still looking at the monitor with a bewildered look. You gaze swept over to Jotaro, only to see that his azure gaze was already glued onto you, and then...

"I'm what?!" Jotaro's voice was so loud as he yelled in surprise, leaning on his elbows to lean over and take a look at the screen, both you and the doctor still gaping at the screen.

"That can't be! How is that possible?!" Your husband yelled out in anger and confusion, looking at what was unmistakeably a fetus found in his abdomen.

"I-I don't know, either!" The doctor is still panicking, "It shouldn't be possible but-"

"Are you sure it isn't some kind of tumor?!"

"No- I.. You have a uterus, Mr. Kujo. You're pregnant.."

Jotaro then scoffs at the doctor, rolling his eyes and turning his head to look the other way. His whole demeanor was enough to let you know that it was so ridiculous that he doesn't believe it at all, while you were still too stunned to speak.

"Mrs. Kujo, I don't know how this is possible but... that's a fetus" The doctor turned to you, his voice sounding like he was pleading for you to confirm what he was seeing,

"...it is." You spoke, breathless, eyes still glued to the screen, still too stunned to actually process whatever was going on. You were no doctor, but you would never forget how a fetus in one's uterus looks like "How far along is he?"

You ignored the pointed and questioning look Jotaro has sent your way, almost as if he was asking you if you were really believing this. The doctor runs his hand on his face, before answering you,

"I'm not sure... I'm not an ob gyne, Mrs. Kujo. But I could get you one if you'd like?"

"Yes, that would be great, thank you."

The doctor removes the transducer from Jotaro, lowering your husband's clothes before leaving the room to fetch you the ob gyne he promised.

"You actually believe him?" Jotaro asks you incredulously, "If I was pregnant, how am I even going to give birth?"

You sigh, not even knowing how to respond to his question. But if it were true, and in some kind of a miracle, your husband is pregnant, then you just know it would be a long nine months.

On the bright side, you knew Noriaki and Jean-Pierre would have the time of their lives once they find out about this.

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo x you #jotaro kujo x y/n #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jjba #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jjba x reader #jjba imagines

[soft-bellied-tannies]

SBT Little Bite #29

Jimin waved to the security guard as he walked through the lobby of Namjoon’s building. Since he had the day off work, Jimin decided to bring his mate lunch and potentially convince his alpha to take the rest of the day off with him. 

Over the past three years since Namjoon was given the COO position in his family’s business, many things had changed. 

Jimin’s mother-in-law was constantly asking when he was going to stop working and start ‘giving’ her grandchildren. He loved the dance studio he owned with Hoseok and while he knew that everyone there would support him stepping away from teaching while he was pregnant, Jimin knew he would never actually quit like his alpha’s family wanted him to do.

The couple spent the first six months of Namjoon’s new position seeing each other much less than normal, partially as expected. COO was a role with high responsibilities and even higher expectations from the Kim family, but Jimin finally took a stand when Namjoon was told he had to work on his own birthday instead of enjoying the mini vacation the omega had planned for them.

Although, the biggest change was easily Namjoon’s size. 

The alpha had told Jimin that it happened to nearly every Kim family member once they took on a leadership role. Between the stress of the position and the constant ordering of takeout at the office, the pounds packed on the minute they stepped into a higher position. 

And Namjoon was completely right. 

With those three years going by in this position, Namjoon was now up multiple sizes in all his clothes - especially if he wanted his pants actually to fit comfortably or button his suit jackets. He ate the healthy lunches that Jimin packed for him, but they were also preceded by donuts and bagels in the morning and some sort of food delivery on the nights he had dinner at the office.

As Jimin stepped off the elevator, he was greeted kindly by Namjoon’s assistant who said she would block off his schedule for the rest of the afternoon. He thanked her for immediately understanding the purpose of his visit and knocked once on his alpha’s door before heading in. 

Namjoon’s face lit up with a smile at the sight of his mate walking into his office. Jimin set their lunch down on the desk before accepting his alpha’s outstretched hand. It had been their little routine for years now. Jimin would come to visit, taking his place on Namjoon’s lap while the omega, without fail, convinced his mate to leave early for an afternoon date.

Only this time, Jimin noticed something a little different. There was no longer that space between Namjoon’s side and the arms of the chair to place his legs. Truthfully, his alpha’s soft backside was barely contained in his office chair at this point. 

The arms of Namjoon’s chair were digging into his sides a bit, causing his growing potbelly to push forward into his lap even more than normal which left little room for the omega to even sit sideways across his mate’s thighs. 

Jimin had obviously been aware and supportive of his alpha’s consistent weight gain over the past few years, but this moment really struck him with a realization. 

“Wow, my alpha has gotten…big.”

 “Minnie?” Namjoon asked as his omega stood in front of him, still holding his offered hand but not coming any closer. 

Jimin shook himself from his distracted thoughts and turned on his playful grin that sometimes made an appearance when Namjoon outgrew something or if the omega was feeling particularly affected. The omega hadn’t known it was an interest, but seeing his alpha fill out had honestly only furthered Jimin’s attraction to his mate. 

“Sorry, it just doesn’t seem like there’s enough room for me, Joonie. We might need to size up your chair before I can join you. Weight limits and all that, you know?” Jimin teased, patting his alpha’s plump midsection. 

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he looked down at himself and then back up at his mate before looking down once again, cheeks on fire from the implication. He realized that Jimin was right, there was barely enough room for him anymore, let alone his omega too. 

Before the alpha could respond, Jimin hooked his fingers under Namjoon’s soft chin and lifted his face so their eyes met. 

“Maybe we should eat our lunch and then go on a little shopping trip, hmm? Check out some new office furniture, maybe a new belt too,” Jimin whispered as he tugged on the alpha’s tight belt buckle that was latched on the last available hole.

Namjoon let out a quiet groan, melting under Jimin’s touch and taunting words. He had worried when he told Jimin about what would likely happen once he started to rise the company ladder, not thinking that the omega would leave him or love him any less, but he never pictured quite a scenario like this. The alpha simply nodded and shut down his computer.

Jimin watched as Namjoon scooted to the front of his chair and jokingly offered his hand, asking in an overly sweet tone, “Need some help, baby?”

“God, you are such a menace,” Namjoon whined as he swatted the omega’s hands away, both of them laughing at the interaction now. 

Once the alpha was on his feet, he realized how significant the size difference really was between him and his mate now. His tiny dancer looked even tinier next to him.

As they unpacked the food Jimin brought, Namjoon raised his brow in the omega’s direction seeing how much he ordered. Jimin simply laughed again and kissed his alpha’s cheek. 

“Don’t look at me like that. We both know what your appetite is like now. You could finish this without even sharing with me, big guy,” Jimin said simply as he continued to open the containers. 

Namjoon sneered at the nickname, but he couldn’t keep up the act with the sweet smile on Jimin’s face. What could the alpha possibly have to be bothered by when his mate kept him so well-fed?

#bts weight gain #chubby bts #bts abo #chubby namjoon #alpha namjoon #omega jimin #supportive jimin #soft bellied tannies #sbt little bites

[winxanity-ii]

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You gripped the sides of your head in panic as you stared at the legs in front of you.

Shit.

Shit.

SHIT!

You were currently stuck underneath the table of the famous boy band, BTS; if your existence were revealed, it'd be over for you.

I'm too pretty to go to jail, you thought, shivering in terror at the thought of getting arrested because of a stupid mistake.

"Okay, Y/N. Don't panic," you mumbled to yourself, clenching and unclenching your hands in a rhythmic beat to calm yourself.

After successfully calming down, you reached into your back pocket and fetched out your phone.

A small bit of terror mixed with frustration ran through your veins when you saw that it was down to ten percent.

With no time to waste, you hurried to your contacts, shooting Seora a quick text.

𝐘/𝐍 Seora!

Not even a second later, you saw her typing back.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Girl, where are you? I'm waiting out at the front, did you get the jacket?

𝐘/𝐍 Yes and I'm fucking stuck!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Stuck? Where?

𝐘/𝐍 Under the fucking table of BTS!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 I- Say sike rn

𝐘/𝐍 I'm deadass!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Receipts or it didn't happen

𝐘/𝐍 Seora!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Okok, I'll stop playing How the fuck did you get stuck there?

𝐘/𝐍 Because YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING WARN ME IF SOMEONE WAS COMING AND YOU DIDN'T!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 OK First of all, plz don't yell, I'm sensitive ;-; But seriously, I literally sent a text saying someone was coming and how I got caught and had to be escorted out Btw I'm blacklisted from volunteering or coming close to that venue Dreams crushed of seeing ATEEZs upcoming tour 💔😔🤧

True to her word, you scrolled up only to come face-to-face with a few texts saying exactly what she said they would.

𝐘/𝐍 Shit I'm fucked

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Yeah U kinda fucked bestie

𝐘/𝐍 I'm finna go to jail 😭

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Send pics of RM's ankles first I have a bet going on with this boy that RM is blasian, if his ankles ashy, then we have our answer

𝐘/𝐍 😐😑😐

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Can't you just idk wait and crawl out when it's over?

You sat for a few seconds, thinking it over; it sounded like a good idea, but the flaws were immediately pointed out to you.

𝐘/𝐍 There might be people coming to clean up after What if they catch me?

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Wait a sec I think I have an idea

As typing bubbles popped up from Seora's, most likely, long paragraph, your phone began powering down before completely cutting off.

The panic you felt earlier returned ten-fold. "No. No. No. No," you whispered as you repeatedly pressed the power button; the screen cut back on shortly only to show that it was currently on zero percent before cutting back off.

You pressed your face into your hands in defeat, allowing your dead phone to fall into your lap; you were doomed.

The excited giggles and deep chuckles brought you back from your mini-self-pitying fest.

Right.

You were stuck under the table of BTS during their fan-meeting with no means of communication.

At this point, all you could do was wait.

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For the past two hours, you've been stuck in the same position: sitting, legs crossed, with your hands buried deep into your lap.

Your mind had been in shambles since your phone died, leaving you stranded and at the mercy of fate. At this point, anything could happen, whether it be you getting caught or actually making it out without consequences.

Every time you felt yourself slipping into a trance, thinking that you were just dreaming, a sharp squeal of happiness would tear you away as a fan got a brief moment to speak with the famous idols.

Though, occasionally, you'd move sideways when one of them stretched their legs a little too close to you.

You didn't think you'd last if you had to wait another hour.

Fortunately, your prayers must have been answered because not even ten minutes later, the announcer went on to thank everyone for coming out to support BTS.

As the idol group stood up from the table, giving the audience an in-sync bow, you could hear the whining of the fans wanting the fan-meeting to last longer; soon enough, BTS exited the room, leaving you to sigh and breathe in relief.

Shots of nerves left your frame as you heard the sound of the audience dwindle. The room was as empty as it was when you and the volunteers left to take group pictures.

This was your chance to leave before the cleaning crew came.

Heaving yourself up onto your knees, you began crawling toward the end of the table. Just as you reached the end, you were stopped by something holding onto your shoe.

You wanted to turn around to see what was holding you back, but the sound of the metal door, that led you to your doom, opening filled your ears followed by a male's voice, "The room's empty now, so I'll go fetch a few staff members to help me gather the chairs before mopping. We should be done in less than two hours."

You have to hurry!

Tugging harder, you snatched and kicked your foot until it was set free; you allowed a relief-filled sigh to exit your body.

But relief immediately turned into shock when a loud crash echoed all around you.

Looking over your shoulder to find the source of the noise, you were met with the other end of the table broken down onto the floor.

The voice from earlier spoke out, causing your heart to stutter in fear within your chest. "What the hell was that?" The sound of footsteps grew nearer as the man came towards you.

Panic filled your body for the umpteenth time that day.

You were going to get caught!

With no time to think, you did the first thing that entered your mind: you reached for your foot, yanked off your shoe, and threw it as far as you could from underneath the table.

The sound of the shoe meeting one of the chairs caused a bigger crash to fill the room as it knocked over neighboring chairs.

You nearly shed tears as the direction of the man's footsteps drifted away from your direction towards the fallen chairs.

Peeking underneath the purple cloth, you watched as the man stared down at your flame-decorated Converse in confusion before picking up the chairs. Taking the chance, you rolled out from underneath the table before scurrying towards the door like a bug.

You cracked open the door wide enough for your body to slip through, nearly sobbing when you made it outside.

Raising yourself onto shaky legs, you allowed tears of relief to well up inside of your eyes. You couldn't believe you made it.

Your moment of serenity didn't last too long due to the sound of incoming footsteps.

Looking over, you were met with the face of the teller from earlier that day. "Ms. Han? Where is your shoe and what are you still doing here? Volunteers were dismissed nearly four hours ago."

Your mouth opened and closed several times. "I-I..." Shit. You didn't think you'd run into someone so soon; you'd hoped you'd make it to the nearest restroom and pretend that you had massive diarrhea or something.

Think, Y/N! Think!  Your mind screamed as the teller stared down at you, waiting for an answer.

"My shoe mysteriously disappeared while I was in the restroom. I spent the last three hours searching for them before giving up," you stated in the best ditzy impression you could muster. "I suspect the Nargles are behind it."

The teller was quiet for a few seconds, trying to understand your sentence. "The...Nargles?"

"Yes, the Nargles. Mischievous creatures they are. But I suppose they're far away now, celebrating their haul." You smiled, swaying gently side-to-side.

On the inside, you were crying tears of embarrassment, but you knew this would be the only way to get out without having to really explain what happened.

The look on the teller's face was priceless at the act you put on. Before he could say anything, you began walking away in a dream-like daze. "I best get home before it gets too late. I hear that the Wrackspurts love to come out around midnight." And as soon as you were out of the teller's sight, you sprinted out of the building as fast as you could go.

***Lol, hope you enjoyed this. P.S. if you get the reference, I immediately love you  ❤

~𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚~

The teller had a confused and disturbed look on his face as he watched you walk away with one shoe on foot.

He couldn't help but repeat the names of the strange creatures you brought up in the midst of his questioning you; so into his thoughts, he didn't notice the door opening, allowing the body of the man that almost caught you earlier to come out.

"Hey Ken, you won't believe this," the man spoke, breaking the teller away from his thoughts.

"Huh?" Ken asked, looking over to his friend. "What is it, Nathan?"

"I think one of the members left their hoodie behind, I found it underneath the table," the man said, lifting an oversized red hoodie before holding up a flame-decorated shoe. "Oh, I also found this shoe sitting in the middle of the room."

Ken's eyes widened at the shoe, he recognized it: it was the missing shoe you were looking for. "The Nargles," he gasped, his mouth falling open in awe.

Looking from Nathan to the shoe, Ken snatched the shoe away from him before sprinting down the hall, calling for you, "Ms. Han! Here's your shoe! The Nargles left behind in the fan-meeting room!"

Nathan was taken aback by this. "Nargles? What the fuck are Nargles?"

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[alexthefly]

Hi! Thankyou so much for the ask @amistrio! I might divide these into two posts if that's okay?

Gamma Crisis

This came about from a challenging myself to whump the one person that nobody dares whump. But because I'm a chicken who lacks discipline, it turned into a silly little sickfic instead. Still, I'm planning to include a little bit of angst further in, if I ever get that far.

It's the protocol they all dreaded. Protocol Gamma. Grandma's sick.

As the elevator doors opened onto the main living area John was greeted by the most delicious smell. 

It was a bad sign.

“Alan!”

His youngest brother started and almost dropped the bowl of steaming hot water he’d been concentrating so hard on carrying.

“John! Glad you made it. We weren’t sure if-”

“Of course I was going to come down. This is important.” He motioned to the bowl. “Want me to take that?”

“Nah, best not. It’s hot and you’re clumsy.”

John shot him a look, but held his tongue. There would be time for brother-dragging later.

“So is it-?”

Alan’s brow furrowed.

“Yep. Full-on flu.”

Dammit.

He’d been afraid of this, ever since Gordon came home from London with a temperature last week. He’d shaken it off pretty quickly (good thing too; he was a terrible patient) and the rest of them had managed to avoid getting too close, but Grandma was never one to let an infection risk get in the way of her Hippocratic oath. 

“Is Scott on soup duty?” John asked, purposely turning his wayward thoughts towards the practical as another waft of deliciousness found his nose.

A shake of the head. “Virgil. Scott was flapping, so Virg took over and sent him to run inventory in the med bay instead.”

Med bay? 

“It’s not that serious, is it?”

“Nah, he’s just being thorough. He’s got Gordon checking for extra blankets too.”

It sounded like Virgil was in full field marshall mode.

Scott might not be the only one guilty of flapping…

“Okay, I’ll head down there first and give him a hand. Are you sure I can’t carry that for you?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he replied. “You could get the door for me though.”

John pressed the button to summon the elevator, which opened immediately, and reached through to make sure the door couldn’t close... 

…Which was unfortunately exactly when gravity decided to bite him in the ass. Hit with a sudden wave of vertigo, he found himself stumbling sideways just as Alan was stepping through. Elbow clashed with elbow, and steaming water sloshed out onto the floor and all down Alan’s shirt.

“Ow, hot!” 

“Oh god, Al, are you al-”

Alan shook his head quickly. “Don’t panic, it’s not hot enough to scald. I’d probably better go get cleaned up though.” He nodded his head towards one shoulder, on which he was carrying a small towel. “Could you grab that please? I’ll get another one upstairs.”

Understanding, John took the towel and laid it over the puddle of water.

“Thanks,” said Alan, “I’ll come back for that once I’ve delivered this.” He cocked his head as something occurred to him. “Uh, John? Exactly how quickly did you come down?”

Uh-oh. Busted. 

“What do you mean, exactly?”

Alan gave him a look that was so Scott it was scary. John pursed his lips and considered his words carefully.

“Fast enough to reflect the seriousness of the situation,” he hedged. “Not so fast as to be actually dangerous.”

Alan snorted and held the look, but John didn’t back down. After a few seconds of impromptu staring contest, Alan conceded.

“Fine, but if the others find out, I know nothing.”

John’s lip twitched. “Always.”

“Rude. Just take it easy and stay away from anything breakable, okay? We’ve got enough going on already.”

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[capndragn94]

Catra's Conundrum

Catra had no idea what was waiting for her behind that door. In the months following Prime's defeat, Hordak had proven himself an invaluable asset to the relief effort. Salineas was rebuilt, thousands of displaced people had homes again, and the clones were adjusting well to their new lives with the help of their new leader.

Despite all of this, Hordak remained an enigma to most of his new allies among the princesses. Even Catra who, next to Entrapta, was the only person on Etheria who had spent any amount of private time with Hordak knew virtually nothing about him. He barely talked to anyone besides Entrapta, who nearly stopped every heart in the Princess Alliance when she announced Hordak would be attending thier latest celebratory ball as her date.

If that had been shocking, then there's no word for how Catra felt when she received a message from Hordak saying "Meet me in my lab during the Alliance's next meeting. I need to discuss something with you regarding the celebration. Come alone and tell no one." Standing in front of the door to Hordak's lab, Catra's thoughts raced like roaches in the Fright Zone when you flip a light switch. What could Hordak of all people want to discuss about a stupid party? Could he be planning an attack on the Alliance? Was all that work he put in just to lure the princesses into a false sense of security? Did he really believe she's help him after everything she'd been through to get Adora back?

Swallowing her worries, she pressed the button on the door, and was immediately buzzed in. "Hello Catra" Hordak greeted her neutrally, without looking up from his work desk he continued with "Thank you for meeting with me, I have something... personal I need your help with." After a few seconds of silence she glared at him said "I don't know what you want but I'm here, say whatever you're gonna say so I can get out of here." This had earned Catra a sideways glare, but Hordak sighed and approached her with his problem anyway. Nothing, on Etheria or beyond, could of prepared her for hearing "Catra... will you teach me how to dance?" come out of Hordak's mouth.

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[taras-toe-beans]

Day 4 (NSFW-ish): The rest of the companions heard Tav going at it one night

Izzrhys tucked Gale into his blankets, trying to make sure his bare form wasn't cold overnight. He pulled his pants back on and haphazardly buttoned his shirt, just enough to make the journey back to his own tent. He thought everyone else had turned in for the night, but almost everyone in camp was gathered near the fire, and they took notice when Izzrhys emerged from Gale's tent so disheveled, almost stumbling.

“I can explain,” he began, before realizing he absolutely could not explain in a way that would possibly make him look better.

“I would love to hear this… explanation. Do go on, darling,” Astarion replied.

Izzrhys groaned, pressing a hand up to his face. “Hells, how long have you even been out here? I thought everyone was in bed?”

“We were,” Shadowheart said, “And then we were unfortunately woken up by the sound of you and Gale making love, very loudly. “

“‘Making love’ is perhaps putting it a little too gently,” Wyll joked.

Izzrhys fiddled with his buttons, trying to fix what was misaligned, even though they had already all seen him in his unkempt state. Heat rose into his face as they kept piling on the pressure. He wondered if they could see him blushing, or if he was lucky enough that the darkness hid the deeper purple color spreading across his cheeks.

“Why bother giving me such a hard time?”

“Aw, soldier! Lighten up a little bit! Yeah, maybe you did wake us up, but we’re happy for you two!” Karlach said.

She got up from her spot by the fire and walked over to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. Izzrhys leaned into her embrace. Even with her engine cooled down a bit, she was still much warmer to the touch than the other companions, and it was always a comfort.

“You should come join us.”

“You mean you were doing something besides listening to me getting railed?” Izzrhys ventured, placing a hand across Karlach’s upper back as they walked back to the fireside together.

“We were trying to do something to distract from the sound of you getting railed, more accurately,” Shadowheart corrected, “It would be a lot more fun, though, if a certain vampire spawn stopped cheating.”

“Shadowheart, you wound me!” Astarion protested, “What a baseless accusation!”

Lae’zel stared at Astarion intently, her eyes darting back and forth across his hand of cards.

“Perhaps the spawn tells the truth. None of us have been able to ascertain his methods yet, and while unlikely, it is possible he keeps winning by chance alone.”

Halsin laid behind Astarion, wildshaped into a bear. He cast a knowing look sideways at the vampire’s hand of cards, but he was blissfully uninvolved in the heated game of cards. Astarion was aware of the druid’s gaze on his hand, but was unbothered by it. He instead watched Izzrhys’ every step as he approached, and an amused grin passed over his face.

“What’s that on your neck there?” he asked, feigning innocence.

Izzrhys’ hands instinctively went to cover up the marks that decorated his neck and collarbone in wine-colored splotches, but surely everyone had already seen.

“I didn’t take Gale for a biter,” Wyll said, “Maybe Astarion, but Gale?”

“No telling what they get up to, with that magic of Gale’s. Biting’s probably the least kinky thing they do,” Astarion added.

Shadowheart laughed. “All that magic, and no thought put towards a silence sphere?”

“He can’t cast other spells if-” Izzrhys began, immediately stopping himself as he realized exactly what he was saying.

“Oh, go on, darling. Say what you were going to say. I would love to hear every last delicious detail,” Astarion insisted.

Izzrhys gave a slight smile, but his voice had an edge. It was difficult to tell whether he was playing or nearing his limit. “You know what, that silence sphere is a lovely idea. Plenty of other uses, too, like making Astarion shut the hells up, perhaps?”

“There’s no shame in having some fun, Iz. Although I don’t see the need to make the rest of us jealous.”

Jealous. Right. As much as the companions were teasing him, Izzrhys was starting to feel more defensive than he should. They didn’t judge him- not really. This wasn’t like living in the temple, where he felt more ashamed of himself. While he could definitely afford to be more careful in the future, he could see the mirth in his companions’ eyes as they gathered around the fire. There was no anger or annoyance, only a bit of mischief, and definitely the desire to poke fun at him for making less-than-ideal decisions in the heat of the moment. He loved them for that.

“Just don’t tell Gale you heard everything, alright?”

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