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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Love and Marriage

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "Hi! Could you do some smut for ominis where him and reader are married (couple years after Hogwarts) and reader has a voice kink and ominis sometimes slips into parseltounge when he gets lost in the moment🫣 and drives reader crazy 😜"

Word Count - 1,460

Warnings - 18+ smut, characters aged up, rough sex

A/N - I wish there was a way to really right parseltongue but theres just not that I know of??

Ominis had opened up a lot since he had been with you and settled down away from the rest of the Gaunts. He had blossomed into a version of himself he wasn't sure was possible for the longest time. However, married life was still a lot of work. It wasn't without arguments and mistakes.

Although you had been together for several years, the idea of being husband and wife was new; with it came new disagreements and new sides to each other. You had noticed a few times in the throes of yelling back and forth, Ominis would slip into raving in parseltounge. At that point, you had to take a step back. Usually you would put some distance between the two of you to calm down and revisit things later, but for you it was because you couldn't focus at all when he did that.

It was so fluid for him that you were certain he didn't even notice he was doing it. It was mesmerizing for him to be speaking something so exclusive that you wouldn't ever know what it meant no matter how beautifully it rolled off of his tongue.

It gave you sensations that you should not be having in the midst of an argument. It gave him such an air of strength as he stood over you gesturing frantically speaking the language that was impossible not to sound sultry.

As you got into it about wanting to go out and see more things as a couple and Ominis was just completely content to spend the rest of his life sitting in his office full of books, you were left with sticky clenched thighs as he hit his breaking point.

He looked incredible for starters. Pieces of his hair had fallen from the slicked back coif on his head, a rosy tony crept from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He had his shirt haphazardly buttoned and loose fitting slacks with little imagination as to what was - or wasn't - beneath them.

You had first barged in, miffed he had forgotten about some place you had wanted him to escort you to that day. You didn't raise your voice, but you were bitter and saying things that were pure spite.

He had spat the same back at you, neither of you was huge about raising your voices, but when he did that's when it would happen. It would be heated and you would have no idea what he was saying, but you know blushed in shame from the way the parseltongue made you feel.

Something about it just felt dirty and private, especially as you knew you were probably the only person to really hear it from him.

You snapped out of your thoughts as he placed his hands on your shoulders, confused from your silence.

"Y/N?" He said your name softly, running his thumb along your jaw.

"I'm sorry for speaking to you that way, it's just so different living a life as a duo instead of just the safety of solitude."

You looked up into his woeful gaze, "Ominis, I don't even know what you said."

He looked almost angry as the word "what" spluttered from his mouth.

"You - you were talking in parseltongue. You know that don't you? You always..." your voice faltered as his brows creased together.

He had no idea and now he wondered what awful things you must think of him. He always found it such a filthy trait that came from his family, so it must be disrespectful to you.

"This whole time? How long? I -" He turned around and took to pacing, pushing his hair back from his forehead as he rambled, "What must you think of me?"

"Ominis. I find it captivating. I know when we're upset about all these important things it isn't the time, but it - it makes my mind wander to other places."

You felt shy suddenly, knowing he was going to look at you differently and you didn't know if anything good would come from it or not. He stopped his movements, still in thought as he looked over at you.

He took slow strides towards you, tilting your chin up as he bent low to your ear, "Tell me what you're thinking then, saepʃ," he says what you believe to be your name as you had certainly heard it before. His other hand ghosts over bare skin at the low back of your blouse.

"It turns me on, Ominis, I'm just thinking about you using me and your English words escaping you and...and that's just what slips out." You bit your lip as you looked up at him nervously.

"Why don't you get on your knees so we can see what happens? You can be a good girl if I remember, right, Y/N?"

You nearly fell to the floor to obey him and it made him chuckle to for you to show your eagerness towards him, hearing the sound of your knees on the floor. He placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair as a reward.

"Surely you remember what to do? You were always a good slave for my cock." Ominis had forgotten how much his words did for you, but he had a renewed curiosity wondering how far you would go with something new like parseltongue in play.

You whimpered and lulled your head against his thigh as you reached to tug his trousers to the floor. You always forgot how impressive he was, between his creamy pale thighs the pink tip of his cock stood out at you.

You wanted to take your time to see how worked up he could get, so you started out placing kisses up his thighs. You ran your tongue across his balls suckling gently and he practically hissed at you, more of that beautiful language falling from his lips.

You could feel the slick pooling between your thighs, no doubt making a mess against the floor as you teased your mouth over his full length, your spittle mixing with his pre-cum.

Suddenly, he yanked you up hard by your hair and you yelped. He pinned you to the wall and crushed his lips to yours. It was sloppy, wet, and full of harsh biting. You clutched onto him to hold yourself up, feeling hard and tense muscles beneath his shirt.

He pulled away, leaving drool dripping down your chin as he caught his breath. He didn't extend the same courtesy to you as he wrapped his fingers around your throat. His eyes met yours in a gruff tone, full of arousal.

"Good girls don't tease, my love, but you've always been naughty for me haven't you?"

You felt dizzy from the state of need he had you in as he hauled you forward, bending you over his desk. A harsh slap across your backside made you jump, his fingers roughly pressing against your sodden pants. He circled your clit through the thin material before yanking them down your legs, bloomers and all.

"Now let's see what happens when I have no control, that's what you wanted, right? To hear the filth from my lips?"

He circled your dripping lips with the tip of his cock, making you beg before he slams into you, tugging hard on your hair.

More parseltongue fell from his mouth mingled in with the command to arch your back more. His pace was slow and hard, but no the least bit controlled. He was savoring your whines as your walls contracted around him.

He had never fucked you like this, so raw and aggressive. It had been so long you savored every second of him inside of you, hitting all the right spots that had been neglected for so long.

His pace quickened as he reached a hand forward to rub circles just right on your clit. His moans were strangled as he felt himself so close, but he was determined to get you to finish with him. He brought his lips just below your ear, whispering to you the way he knew you'd been craving and it wasn't long until hot waves of pleasuring came crashing down on you.

He released you to lay face down on the desk while he desperately gripped your hips, telling you he was about to cum. You felt terribly empty as he pulled out to shoot hot ropes all over your back and reddened ass.

You whimpered and whined about how he hadn't left it inside and in response he ran his fingers through it just to stuff them in your mouth. He spoke first in English, repeating the sentiment in parseltongue.

"Next time you'll be good and I want have to punish you."

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artificial-transmutations · 11 months

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Relationship goals

The moment Toby's butt touched the couch, he could start counting seconds. Five, four, three...

"Toby! Where are you again?!" The shouting voice of his girlfriend, Norah pierced the peace before it had even started. Fuming like a small steam engine, she turned around the corner.

"I see. Slacking off again." She gave him a stern look, but still didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she walked over to the kitchen where they usually ate breakfast together.

"I'm sorry," Toby mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, be useful!", she snapped. Toby had heard this sentence a lot. "Did you make me any tea?"

"No..."

Norah sighed. "Well, I guess I'll have to do without."

She sat down at the table and took out her phone. She scrolled through the messages there for a few minutes before looking up.

"Where is my tea?" she asked annoyedly.

"I thought you didn't want any, because you said..." Toby began, but was cut off by the sharp voice of Norah.

"I don't need excuses! Just do it! I made myself perfectly clear, I think."

So, Toby stood up and started preparing tea. Living with Norah had become... difficult. She used to be a sweet and caring girl, or at least that's how he remembered her. But now, she was constantly angry about everything. Ever since they moved in together, she had been getting angrier and angrier every day. Not to mention controlling. He even had the thought of breaking up with her because of it, but he had quickly discarded it again. They were together for so long now, and they were engaged. Not to mention that he didn't think he would find anyone else like her again...

"Toby! Where. Is. My. Fucking. Tea?" Her voice echoed through the apartment once more.

"Coming!" He replied while pouring hot water into a cup.

He put the kettle back on the stove and looked up at Norah. She was sitting there, glaring angrily at him.

"Here you go, sweety." Toby said in a calm voice, trying to soothe her mood.

"Right now, there is nothing sweet about me!" She snarled. "Just give me the damn tea."

"Okay..." Toby sighed and walked over to her, placing the cup next to her.

As Toby sat down on his chair, her eyes glared at him once more. "Don't you have anything better to do than sitting around? Did you already do the dishes?"

So, Toby sighed and went to do the dishes. On some days, it was really bad, and today was one of these days. It was probably his fault, though. If he just tried harder, she probably wouldn't be so angry all the time. He looked over to her, swiping on her phone while drinking the tea, and sighed. Still, in moments like these, he sometimes wished they had a different kind of relationship. There was nothing wrong with a dominant part in a relationship, if the other one still enjoyed it, but sometimes what they had felt just wrong. Besides, with her being angry all the time, their bedroom activity had pretty much come to a halt entirely.

His thoughts and wishes continued as he was working the soaped dishes in the sink. Perhaps he just needed to be a bit more confident. Yes. Perhaps that would help. He finished his work and got back to the kitchen, where Norah was already waiting for him.

"Took you long enough. Now, head to the garden, the lawn needs mowing." She commanded.

Toby was just about to follow her order, when he remembered he wanted to be more confident, so he replied: "I don't want to, sweety. Perhaps you could do it?"

Norah stared at him like he was an alien.

"What? That's a man's work!" she hissed.

"Then perhaps you need to be a man about it." Toby said, his voice a bit firmer now.

He would have expected about every reaction from Norah except the one she did: Obviously at a loss of words for a few moments, she finally said "Fine!" in an angry tone and stood up, walking to the garden. Toby was more than a bit surprised, and he followed her outside, sitting down in a garden chair, while Norah was getting the lawnmower.

As soon as she started it up, though, Norah started to change. The most obvious and immediate change was her height. While she had trouble handling the mower at first because she was just a bit short, that problem quickly solved itself, as she shot up at least a dozen centimeters. Moving the device forward became a lot easier, too, because her arms and legs packed on muscle mass quickly. She looked really ridiculous like that, with muscular arms and legs, but still her petite female torso in-between and her narrow girly head with the long blonde ponytail on top of it.

That was about to change, too, however. Her torso filled up with muscle while at the same time, her boobs receded into her body, leaving only a pretty masculine chest covered by a white t-shirt behind. Toby's mind told him to be disappointed by the loss of boobs, but he really wasn't. She looked good that way. Toby wasn't gay, but that firm chest got him excited pretty quickly. Perhaps he was bi, to some extend?

He got really curious of how Norah would look like if her face and the contents of her pants were male in anatomy as well. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. As if whatever magic that was changing her had noticed his thoughts, her face became somewhat more masculine. Her hair got shorter until it was a medium length male haircut, and sharp, somewhat masculine features became prevalent.

As her tight jeans transformed into a pair of long blue shorts made of nylon, Toby could see a small bulge forming in the front, clearly a sign of male anatomy. At the same time, Norah's butt grew larger and firmer, as it filled up with muscle.

Toby was really enjoying the view now. His dick had grown hard in his ...speedo? Toby took a double check. Yes, he was lying in the lawn chair only wearing a tight fitting speedo now, that was clearly showing his erection. However, Toby felt confident enough not to hide it! Why shouldn't he hide his hardon from his girlfriend? Was it even his girlfriend anymore or was it a boyfriend now? It didn't matter right now, and Toby continued to check out his own body. Unlike Norah's, his body had become a bit more compact, smoother, more elegant. He was probably even less muscular than before. What little strength remained was well hidden in a lean build, not a trace of bulging biceps. He made sure to keep his body always in his best condition, though. He shaved his chest and pubes every morning along with his face, to keep his smooth boyish charm, but there was more to him than that. Sure, his dick was on full display right now, the slightly above average length straining against the speedo, but his real asset was his juicy behind, an ass worthy of a gold star bottom like himself.

He turned back to the man mowing the lawn, shouting across: "Hey, Noah! Loose the shirt! And the shorts! I want to see your meat!"

'Noah'? Wasn't he called something else?

Noah shook his head to get rid of the distracting thought. Thinking had never been his strong side, no need to start with it now. He looked back to Tobias and answered in his considerably deeper voice than before: "Sure thing, boss!"

He started to pull off his shirt, which was getting more and more difficult along the way. His upper body continued to stack on muscle, and with each pound of muscle added, his intelligence diminished further, leaving him not much more than a drooling idiot once he had finished peeling his shirt off. He chuckled dumbly. He just loved to expose his muscular, hairy body, especially for his boss. As he pulled down his shorts, exposing his filled to the brim jockstrap underneath, as always in a state of arousal, as the wet patch from his precum on front of his underwear proved.

He had really been lucky to have met Tobias and got together with him. He was so smart, and he didn't mind thinking for the two of them. Noah knew fair well that he was dumb as a brick, but that didn't matter. He loved following orders, so his boss and him fit together like... something that fit together well.

"Yo, Noah. When you finished with the lawn, I need you to fill up a hole back here!"

Noah grinned. He understood that order (at least he was pretty sure about it) and his fat cock strained his jockstrap even more, as he got back to mowing.

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meowmeowriley · 3 months

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@forestshadow-wolf Had asked about Duo Fatui, and you know what? Fuck it! Have what will eventually be the opening to the fic ❤

Ghost and Soap are placed on desk duty for a year after an op gone sideways. They decide to make the best of it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Captain price roared as he stormed into the med bay.

Soap and Ghost were both laid up in separate cots, on either side of the room. Both now stared at him, wide eyed after his outburst.

"Sir," Ghost started but Price was not going to hear him out.

"No! Soap, what the hell were you thinking?!"

"Sir," Soap attempted to speak but Price cut him off as well.

"What the fuck were you thinking, giving a civilian your plate carrier?" Price seethed.

"Sir, he had important intel, we couldn't afford to lose him, and our route to exfil was taking heavy fire." Soap spit out his words quickly, probably to avoid being cut off again.

"Exactly sergeant, heavy fire that you took! You were shot, and you're a hell of a lot more important than some random scientist!" Price could feel his face getting red as he yelled. "And you!" He turned to face Ghost. "Now you're out of commission, because of his bloody fuck up!" He gestured sharply at a pouting Soap.

"We're the same blood type, I wasn't about to lose him over something I could easily help with, Captain." Ghost said flatly. To anyone else it would seem like Ghost was calm, detached even. Price could tell he was holding back his own anger.

Price found himself pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He wasn't actually angry at them. Soap had saved a man with insanely useful information. Ghost had saved Soap. He was angry that he hadn't been there to protect them himself. He was angry that he almost lost two of the best soldiers there ever were. Two of his men. He was angry that now they were both one kidney lighter. The transplant wouldn't take too long to heal, but the risk of rejection or infection meant he could still lose them. "One year." That garnered confused looks from both men.

"Um, no boss, the surgeon said-" Price cut Ghot off again, further souring the man's mood for sure.

"That the risk of rejection and infection will be significantly reduced after six months. I am placing you both on desk duty for one year, starting the day you get discharged from med bay." A horrified silence filled the room. "I hope you boys can find a way to keep yourselves entertained while Gaz, Roach and I pick up your slack." It may have ben a bit harsh, but he needed them to understand how important their lives were. To the world, to the team. To him. With that, he left the room.

***

"Ah'm sorry, Ghost."

"Shut it, Johnny."

"Ah am though."

"No." Ghost opened his eyes and leaned forward, looking at his hands. After Price had stormed in, ripped them a new one, and stormed out, he had leaned back in his bed and closed his eyes in an attempt to dissuade the rising rage. "If we're sorry, Price wins. That crabbit old man can kiss my arse. We did the right things."

"Hmmm... I have an idea." Ghost finally looked over to Soap again, urging him to continue with his eyes. "We're gonna be stuck on base for a whole year, aye?"

"Aye..." Ghost was unsure where this was going.

"We should do something unhinged, something incredibly stupid and pointless, every day. We'll have some random recruit record it, someone different every day if we can. At the end of the year, we'll play it on a projector in the mess for the whole base to watch." Soap was grinning at him. "Show Price what happens when you bench two of the craziest son's o' bitches in the SAS.'

It felt like a bad idea. Like making a deal with the devil. Like it would at least make the year of bullshit ahead of them go by faster. "I'm listening..."

#cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #fanfic #ao3 #text post #call of duty #unus annus #current wip

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melswifeasf · 6 months

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You were never mine

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x fem!reader

Genre: angst.

words: 6.9k

Warnings: major character death, heartbreaking angst and slight sexual themes.

Summary: you loved Natalie more than anything, until your dying breath.

Notes: this one is a sad one so be prepared. ngl i cried while writing this.

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first loves always came and went. at least that is what you had heard since your were a kid. truthfully you had never cared much when your mom said that, even when you were fifteen and you were at the age in which most fell in love for the first time. you'd never cared to listen because you weren't in love. you couldn't understand when she would tell you that your first love will be painful and it will probably make you want to never fall in love again but you would. you never understood it.

until you met Natalie Scatorccio. it had been love at first sight. it was cliche and sounded stupid to anyone else but you didn't expect anyone to understand.

you had tried out for the soccer team per your fathers request. you weren't really interested in it but he was a man that loved sports and you were an only child so he didn't have a son to share his passion with. he didn't force you, simply suggested that it would be fun. even if you weren't the greatest or knew much about it, he insisted that you were on the track team and that you would make new friends and memories that would last you a lifetime. maybe he was right about one thing. you were sure Natalie would be engraved into your memory until your dying breath.

she hadn't paid much attention to you at first, you guys weren't in the same social class so she figured you'd be snobby and bitchy. that was until coach Ben had paired her up with you to help you on some of the skills you were lacking. that had been the first time you had talked, the first time you weren't left admiring her beauty. she was nice. or indifferent, mostly. she knew you hung out with the 'popular' kids and that your parents were rich and she didn't want to tension to form on the team so she figured being quiet would be easier to deal with you.

that was the case at first. until the girls on the team started to hang out outside of practice. Jackie said it was to make you guys bond but you would've loved to be around them regardless. you were closer to Lottie and Jackie, both closer to your social status which meant you shared a lot of friends. you had thrown a party one October night and invited all of the girls on the team. all of them had gone except for Misty, you weren't the biggest fan of her and you assumed she felt the same about you considering you had caught her sending glares at you more than once during or after practice. sometimes even in the hallways which really weirded you out. you'd never been mean to her or said anything, really. whatever her deal was, you didn't care to investigate.

that night you had gotten drunk and got a little too bold. more so then you were used to. you had kissed people before during parties or even got close to hooking up but you'd always stop, not really wanting to give up your virginity to some loser or a girl that probably had a boyfriend and would ditch you the next day. but Natalie wasn't one of those girls. she didn't have a boyfriend, she wouldn't ditch you the next morning or act as if she were straight and you had somehow forced her to do something. she was Natalie.

it was two in the morning when the party was over and you felt her lips all over your body. you weren't that drunk, your thoughts and sentences were coherent. you didn't want to drink much because you had a game the next day and didn't want to slack off. Natalie seemed to have felt the same. you could taste some vodka on her but she seemed pretty sober to you. aside from the alcohol you weren't sure if she had gotten high or something but that didn't really bug you. her wandering hands were making your thighs squeeze together along with her wet lips. she left a couple hickeys on your neck but nothing you couldn't cover the next morning with some makeup.

her hands were everywhere, gripping all over and discarding all of your clothes until you were only left in your underwear. you'd never forget the look in her eyes. it wasn't just lust or hunger, there was a glimmer of something else but a part of you thought you were just imagining it. in a way it was just to make yourself believe that there was a chance. that night before things could progress any further you had told her it was your first time. a part of you expected her to feel awkward and pull away, leaving you there nude and chest heaving. she didn't. she kissed you softly, unlike all of her other kisses and asked you if you were sure. you answered by pulling her into a deep kiss.

Natalie had been the one to make you feel that bliss for the first time. she had been the one to take that part of you and you had no regrets. it didn't matter that she wasn't there when you woke up or that she would kiss you before or after practice once you were alone. it didn't matter that she'd sneak into your room at night to fuck then leave before you had awaken. it didn't matter that she didn't love you because at least you had her. in sone fucked up way you had her. you knew you were the only person she was hooking up with, she had confirmed that early one when you asked about stds and if you should get checked. that made you feel ecstatic, knowing she only ever came to you.

sweat stuck to your body as if you had just gotten out of the shower. your hair was messy and tangled and you could feel your body growing sore from the aftershock of what had just happened. her hand was holding yours tightly from under the sheets and it was probably as sore as your body from every time you'd squeeze it a little too tight. it was silent apart from your ragged breath. your chest was falling and rising heavily and the blankets were making your body feel overheated.

then Natalie popped out from underneath the blankets with a small smirk as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. it was a sight your sure you'd never get tired of. when she was at your level, you could see her bare chest and her hair was almost as frazzled as yours from when you had tangled your hands in it. the cocky smirk she was wearing made you roll your eyes and softly punch her shoulder.

"shut up," you said, a blush coating your cheeks. your face was already pink from the intercourse but even then, your blushing was more than obvious and it made Natalie stop for a second.

"i didn't do anything," she chuckled holding her hands up. you rolled your eyes while pulling the cover further up your body.

"you didn't have to," you responded. "i know what your thinking."

the blondes eyebrow rose in question and she held herself up with one hand, looking down at you. some of her hair fell down her face and you could feel it softly tickle your face so you reached up and tucked it under her ear. the action earned a small, almost ghosting smile on the blondes lips that if you weren't looking, you would have missed. "what am i thinking?" the blonde questioned in a murmur. it was the tone she'd use to try and get you to bed, the tone she'd use when she had hand down your pants or when she would want to leave you hot and bothered. the tone that made you realize she wanted more. "how hot you are after cumming on my tongue?"

almost immediately you felt your face warm up, "shut up." you whispered, very obviously embarrassed. Natalie chuckled softly and you leaned up to kiss her softly. it was always that way with you, her kisses were almost always rough and fast, filled with passion and lust while yours were slow and loving. it was something she couldn't stand, something that always made her run away.

much like she did that night. Natalie pulled away from your a second after and got up and off the bed although faster then you could open your eyes. it wasn't unusual and yet somehow it still surprised you. it was pathetic and almost comical how you'd always be left in shock, processing the way she had just made you feel euphoric and then miserable in the matter of literal seconds.

when you did open your eyes, you were met with sight of her pulling her jeans up. her bra was on by then and you could see that she had fixed her hair. and like always, you stupidly asked the same thing you always did, "want to stay? my parents won't be home for a while and i can drive you home tomorrow." you said, hope filled in your tone. hope that meant nothing, hope that broke your heart, the same hope that had no room in you after so many rejections.

Natalie shook her head as she reached for her shirt, "cant." she said simply. as if it were the most indifferent thing, as if it mattered less than a penny on the street. because you didn't matter, not really. you were someone who she had fun with, the girl that would let her do anything she wanted whenever she wanted. it didn't matter if it was two in the morning or the middle of third period, you'd wake up or sneak out of class just for her. even if you were exhausted or taking a test. she was more important then anything and everything.

you were fun and adventurous and liked to do new things. not to mention the fact that you were pretty and had a nice car and almost always had weed, all things Natalie loved. the only things she ever really noticed. she never saw the way your eyes would always find hers in the middle of a crowded room, never saw the way youd always defend her name with your friends that she'd call snobby. never noticed what your favorite song was or the fact that you loved romcoms because they showed the love you craved. never noticed what your favorite flowers were or that you scrunched your nose when you thought something was adorable. she never cared to notice that you loved her.

it wasn't new and it shouldn't hurt by how many times she had done it and yet it still did. it still left your chest tightening and your throat burning as it would when you'd silent your sobs. it left your eyes burning as if you were having a staring contest with someone and desperately needed to blank. it still left that dread in your stomach, the one you'd feel before getting the results of a test and the one that would leave you feeling sick.

when she was fully dressed, neither of you said a word. she didn't have anything to say while you were trying to keep any emotion a secret. you didn't bother trying to promise yourself that this was just her hiding her feelings, that this was her too afraid to love you back. they were so overused they did more hurt then comfort.

your eyes never left her, not when she turned toward you fully dressed and said, "see you." before leaving without another word or a glance back. when your door closed behind her, it all came pouring out. there was no more hiding it, no more keeping your emotions at bay. you just weren't strong enough for that anymore.

a week after that night, all of your lives changed for the worst.

the plane fell on your way to nationals. what was supposed to be a quick plane ride turned into all of your being stranded in a forest with no hope of being found. at first most of you did but as the days went on all of you started to lose hope progressively. you tried to keep a positive mind but it failed you. there was no point in having hope when you'd just get let down. you didn't have any major injuries, just a couple scratches but nothing that wouldn't heal with time. three days into being stranded Taissa found a lake which followed to finding a cabin. it was nice. at least nicer than having to sleep outside with all sorts of animals.

a lot had changed. most of your relationships had at least. you grew closer to Shauna and Taissa during the short time you'd been there. you half expected to get closer to Natalie and maybe free the reigns she felt from being able to call you guys official. you hoped that without prying eyes and the need to conform to social status that maybe she could take your relationship seriously. you were wrong. so incredibly wrong and it hurt. instead of getting closer to you she was getting closer to Travis. of course she would choose him over you, it wasn't even surprising at that point.

she chose a random guy she had just met to grow feelings for rather than you. the person who had been there everyday. the person who would welcome her with open arms or needed a quick fuck in the middle of the night. you had been there as much as she allowed you to be but of course that still wasn't enough.

the night sky was littered with lights as the full moon reflected on the water. Natalie stood behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist. there were still times in which she would show you affection, mostly when she was angry at Travis or the other way around and this was one of those times. you knew it was toxic and that it was only hurting you but somehow you couldn't stop yourself. having her even just in these small moments was enough. she could never be yours but she was yours, just for that moment. maybe that could be enough.

her lips were being pressed against your neck, her hands softly caressing at your hips making you smile softly. you turned your body around so you could face her completely, your hands finding the back of her neck so you could pull her into a soft kiss.

even if you knew she'd ignore you tomorrow morning, even if you knew that she'd go back to pining over Travis as if he put the stars in the sky for her. even if you'd end up with a broken heart because at least you'd have small moments like these engraved in your memories.

the post orgasm haze was still present and Natalie was aware of that so she placed her hands on the back of your thighs which made you wrap your legs around her waist and let her carry you. her lips were hungry and hot. your lips were grazing her teeth and you could feel a bruise forming, her hands were under your buttocks to keep you from falling and her grasp was strong and rough. everything always was with her, she'd leave marks on you, ones you couldn't cover because of how dark they were or she'd leave bruises on your body. never unwanted and the pain always made you climax faster. but they were marks, ones that came from her and you hated them. what at first made you blush when you'd look at them turned into a sick feeling forming in your stomach and your chest compressing. they weren't anything to be proud of because at the end of the day, she'd never let you leave even a scratch on her.

your body was spent but when she reached down to press her fingers against you, you didn't stop her. a moan left your lips but it was swallowed by her eager lips. the feeling of it all was too much and it made you grip the back of her neck tightly. when she pulled away, it wasn't far. her lips met your neck where they began to leave wet kisses before it turned into sucking and biting. "fuck Nat," you moaned. that made her proud and you could almost feel her smirk against your skin.

maybe you should have realized that you made her feel good. before during and after sex, you made her feel good. while she only gave you two out of three, she'd always have the advantage of knowing that you were hers while you could only have her when she was horny.

then she began to put more pressure which elicited a small gasp from you. "your doing so good," she praised softly against your neck. those words always made the hairs on your skin to rise and a wave of pleasure to corse through you. all things she knew and always took advantage of.

those words seemed to click something in you. what would once make you quiver made everything click. you were good, good to her. she liked that. she knew how you felt. it was obvious to anyone with eyes. when you'd ask her to spend the night, when you'd listen to the same music she did so you could talk about something, when you'd bring in an extra snack so she had something to eat before practice. the way you would smile at her in the hallways and how all of the sudden no one talked shit to her.

all of those thoughts made you each your breaking point. the pleasure turned numb and all you could focus on was the way tears began to fall and a sob was going to escape your throat. the feelings you had been keeping inside for so long were slowly seeping through the cracks of the border you made around your heart. every memory, every word she had said to make that wall grow higher and higher was starting to launch against it like a bomb. she had been the one to bring those walls up so high and she'd be the one to break them.

Natalie noticed right away. she felt a tear drop against her shoulder and your chest stuttered against her own. when she pulled away from your neck, her eyes met your teary ones and she stopped instantly. "what's wrong? did i hurt you?" she asked worriedly. her brows were pinched together and you could see the way her lips were pulled into a small frown. she was worried and she cared for you. in that moment at least.

yes, you wanted to say. 'you hurt me' was all you could think but you couldn't say it. maybe she hadn't meant to hurt you, maybe she never realized how you felt about her. all things you so badly wanted to believe so you could stop the horrible feeling in your chest. but you shook your head and a cry left your lips. Natalie reached up to wipe away your tears and in that moment, her touch was so soft and loving that maybe things could change. maybe she could feel the same.

maybe she was just scared to admit how she felt or to get attached so she did what everyone always did, pull away from the person you love. and so the words left your lips like acid, as if they burned so terribly she couldn't bare even touching you. "i love you."

they were said. the words you had thought about for so long were finally in the air and they had been heard by her. there was no more hiding, no more keeping your feelings a secret. there was nothing that could unsay those words and nothing that could make her unhear them. for a second you almost thought she hadn't heard you by her lack of reaction but when she pulled away from you and your body almost fell if it weren't for you quick reaction, you knew.

even in the darkness you could see the way her face flashed in disgust and the way all and any trace of worry evaporated. nothing but confusion and disgust was present.

nothing could explain how desperately you wished to take those words back in that moment.

"what?" she said almost laughing. it was a fleeting moment, a moment in which she almost thought you were joking but then she realized how hurt you looked and that thought vanished.

"Natalie-" you took a step toward but she immediately took one back, as if you'd kill her if she didn't. the action intensified the already burning sensation in your throat and the lack of oxygen in your lungs. it burned to breathe, it hurt to blink and to even think.

"why would you do that?" she shook her head, confusion written all over her features.

"do what?" you asked, just as confused.

Natalie shook her head once more and her eyes broke away from yours, "why would you say that?"

her words didn't make the confusion go away, "because i mean it." you responded quickly. because you couldn't keep it a secret anymore and because you almost thought she'd say it back.

Natalie turned away from you, her back toward you. more tears fell at her actions and you wanted to wrap your arms around her but you didn't, unsure if she'd react badly. "fuck." the blonde almost screamed but she was still loud and her tone was harsh.

"how do i not love you?" you pressed, "i let you see me in way no one else has. i've spent almost every night with you for the past four months. you are fucking amazing and if you could just see that-"

"stop!" Natalie exclaimed and finally turned around. "stop saying that, stop talking." she snapped.

that hurt like a bullet. it hurt more than anything ever had and all you could feel were more tears fall. the pain was unexplainable, indescribable. it was a cliche almost because it truly felt like someone had held a gun up to your chest and didn't stop shooting until the clip was empty. not to mention the lump in your throat that burned, especially the way in which you were trying to silent your sobs.

the blonde ran her hands down her face roughly, "this was just sex," she said motioning between you and her. "i told you that from the beginning."

her words made a laugh ripple from your throat, "are you serious?" disbelief was present in your voice. "how do i stop myself from falling Natalie? do you want me to just turn off my emotions? to numb myself from any feelings? because i fucking cant! i cant just act like sex meanings nothing! as if being intimate with you doesn't mean anything!" you yelled, careless to if anyone could hear. because in your mind it was just you and her. in that moment no one else existed and you weren't stranded in the woods, you were simply standing in front of the girl you loved most and the girl who would break you heart completely.

Natalie's face didn't change. there was still nothing but anger present on her features, "if i could do it. so could you." the blonde said finally. and that was it. that was the final bullet the blonde needed to completely break the dam and all the water to rush out. every single emotion to pour out uncontrollably and infinitely.

there was nothing left to say. there was nothing you could say. nothing that would make her love you or take back the words that she just been said. she didn't love you. that was obvious and if it weren't for that stupid hope you always carried, you wouldn't have been blinded into believing she could feel it when you admitted the words out loud.

every interaction, every time you had sex, every time in which she'd ignore the hope in your tone when you'd ask her to stay or every time you'd look at her hurt when she'd smile at Travis. they were all moments in which she was practically screaming at you to let her go but you so stupidly believed she just didn't want to get hurt. how naive can a human be when in love.

finally, you pulled yourself together as much as you could and pried your teary eyes away from her. with the back of your hand, you roughly wiped the tears away as you began to walk past the blonde and toward the direction in which your clothes were. as soon as you knew she was too far to hear you, every emotion broke loose. your sobs racked your body making it shake and you closed your mouth tightly to prevent the noise from being too loud. you didn't care to wipe at your tears and you let yourself finally feel everything you so desperately needed to months ago.

leaving with Taissa and the couple of girls wasn't a hard decision. you wanted out of there, you wanted to go back home and simply never see any of them again. you couldn't anymore, you just couldn't. Taissa had a plan, to walk in one direction until you reached something, anything and even though a lot of people were against it, they couldn't exactly argue with her logic. you weren't the only one who wanted to go with Tai, so did Mari, Akhilah, Van and Misty at the last minute. everyone going for the same reason, not being able to wait another moment for help.

you couldn't just sit there with everyone, hoping that someone would find you because the chances were that no one would. if they could, they would've already done it. you were sure your parents thought you had died, wasn't hard to think that. you'd think the same if you were in their position. at first you didn't want them to stop looking, you wanted them to try and try until they searched every possible place but slowly, as the days passed you realized that they deserved happiness. they deserved peace and if they had given up, you couldn't blame them. accepting having lost someone was sometimes easier then thinking what if. you just hoped they'd be able to move on at some point, most likely not soon but at some point at the very least.

Natalie didn't say goodbye. it wasn't surprising. she had asked, no, begged Travis not to go though. you had heard their conversation while packing your own things and suddenly the decision to go didn't sound so bad. at least you wouldn't have to see their longing gaze, see them come back from hunting with love sick smiles and you wouldn't have to endure Natalie avoiding you as if even looking in your direction would kill her.

as expected, she simply ignored you after that night in the lake. what was once her dragging you away in the middle of the night turned into silence. sometimes she'd hold your hand until you fell asleep because she knew how hard it was for you to do so. now you held your own hand, whispered to yourself that you were okay and the panic attack you were enduring would go away.

when you hugged Lottie, Shauna and Jackie goodbye, the blonde didn't step up once. she stood back and watched. watched as they held you with fear and desperation. they hugged you so tightly, it almost crushed your ribs. they found the small comment quite funny, even through their tears when you said it. then it was time to leave and the only thing you got was her eyes meeting yours for less then a second before you turned around and left.

things were complicated with Taissa and the group, the compass stopped working and there was some blood river that apparently Lottie had dreamed of. and then you ran into an obstacle. a huge one at that. after walking for so long all of you needed a break so you stopped at a certain place in which Tiassa deemed best. one of them started a fire, you were too exhausted to remember who and when your eyes closed.. well everything turned for the worst.

wolves were something you’d see on tv, something you never thought you’d see up close but then again, there were a lot of things you didn’t think you’d do and you had to in the forest. that included shoving Vanessa Palmer out of the way so you’d get the worst of a bite. if only you had known that she’d get it pretty bad anyway. just not as bad as you.

all you could feel was pain. pain, pain, pain. everywhere, on your bloody leg, your bloody arm and it ran through your whole body. what could you do? what were you going to do? you didn’t know. death seemed inevitable in that moment, death seemed like the only answer, like the easier answer. suddenly death sounded peaceful, it sounded… like home.

but neither of the girls were going to leave you behind, even when you begged, even when you cried that it hurt, even when you passed out from the pain. why? because you were y/n l/n, the girl who would make them all laugh even after a bad game, the one who always worked with the team and never showed off or gloated, the one who saved Vanessa Palmer from being burned to death. so it didn’t matter how much you fought, how much you insulted them for not being smart and simply leaving you. none of it mattered because it would mean leaving you to die and they could never do that.

it was hard. so fucking hard. Van had a gash on her face but it wasn’t anything too bad, just enough for her to bleed through the cloth wrapped around her head. she and Taissa were the ones helping you, each of them having one of your arms wrapped around their necks. it was easier to walk at first, maybe it was the adrenaline or the fact that you still had blood in you. but as the sun set and you dragged your leg for miles, that blood kept gushing, that blood kept leaving your body until you were left sickly pale and your eyes could barely stay open.

death was inevitable. your born knowing you’d die, it’s the cycle of life. but dying at eighteen wasn’t part of that cycle, it wasn’t supposed to happen. kids are supposed to burry their parents, not the other way around. everyone wakes up knowing they could die that day but you never think it to be true. just like you didn’t think that would be the day you’d die.

but what if dying is the easy way out? what if dying then is easier then dying months from then when your traumatized and starved. what if dying them is easier when you still have the memory of your parents features and voice clear in your mind. what if dying then.. is the only way out. then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. your parents wouldn’t have to bury you and maybe just maybe, if the girls are ever found, they would have already mourned you and knowing of your death wouldn’t hurt so badly.

until you realized.. you’d be dying hating Natalie. you’d be dying with the words she said to Travis replaying in your head. you’d be dying with her last words being that you were pathetic for loving her. you’d be dying with a broken heart all while knowing the last time you kissed her was also the last time you loved her.

could you die like that? could you die not knowing what being loved felt like? could you die before you healed your first heartbreak? that wasn’t fair. how could that be fair? how could you die knowing you’d never be loved? knowing you’d never love someone and be loved unconditionally. you’d never have a fairytale love, the kind that brings you flowers and chocolates or dedicates a song to you. the kind of love that hurts because of how much you both love each other. equally.

at some point, you blacked out. you weren’t sure when it happened or how it even happened, it was probably the blood though. all you knew was that one second you could hear your name along with Van and Tais being called before your eyelids grew heavy and everything went black. then you were warm.. and there was a hand holding yours tightly. there were droplets hitting your skin and you could feel someone’s face pressed up against your own as they sobbed loudly.

it was when you found the strength to wake up.

Natalie. it was Natalie who was holding you. her scent was unmistakably hers. it was always vanilla and cigarettes except this time there wasn’t much of the cigarettes but even then.. it was Natalie. your Natalie.

when your eyes lulled awake, she broke apart just a little so she could meet your eyes. “hey it’s okay. Misty’s looking at your leg.” she said. you knew. she knew too but her desperation wouldn’t let her see that. but you didn’t tell her that.

“guess i kind of lost to a wolf, huh?” you tried to joke but your sentence wasn’t completed without a couple of coughs and wheezes.

Natalie tried to smile through her tears but you could see the pain behind her eyes. “i lied.” she said quickly. you knew it then too. somehow you had each become a cliche, one you wished to never be. “i didn’t mean any of those things. i didn’t think i deserved you. your so amazing and kind and you make everyone feel safe and i didn’t deserve that. i don’t deserve you so i pushed you away because i knew i’d end up breaking you.” she continued. her tears were falling desperately, they were one after another and you couldn’t help but reach up with your healthy hand and wipe them away. when you did, her hand held yours against her face. she felt so warm compared to your freezing touch and it felt so safe.

“i thought that pushing you away would be better, that you’d get over me and find someone worthy of you.” she continued. you knew what was coming next. you knew what she would say and in a fucked up way, you couldn’t bring yourself to hear them. not like this and not then.

“don’t.” you shook your head. the color from your face was gone, leaving nothing but a pale and discolored shade. your warm and inviting eyes were slowly fading. your smile was weak and it wasnt the one that would make everyone around you smile with you.

Natalie shook her head, “i love you.” she finally said. she said it. the words you had been wanting to hear for so long where finally said and you were dying. how was that fair? how could that ever be fair? why didn’t you deserve love? why couldn’t you have a love so beautiful that when you took your last breath, at least you knew you experienced that love once in your life.

it wasn’t supposed to be like that. she was supposed to say those words in the starlit night, with nothing but water around you and the intimacy of having her nude body pressed up against yours. you were supposed to kiss her until neither of you could breathe and you were supposed to whisper in her ear to prove just how much she loved you. your love was supposed to be meaningful, your love story deserved to be longer, to be sweeter, to last. it was supposed to be for the books.

instead your bleeding out in her arms with your last moment being her screaming at you that loving her was pathetic.

the words had been said and there was nothing left to do. nothing you could do but weakly pull her down so she could kiss you. what was always rushed and passionate kisses was a slow and weak one. your warm lips weren’t skilled and sensual, they were just another reminder of your ticking time. but that didn’t matter. not to you and not her. it would be the last kiss you shared, the last time she’d feel you pour your love into it, the last time she’d feel your hand caressing her face and the last time she’d feel this.

when she pulled away, there were tears in your eyes too. you weren’t ready to die. every thought you had before was gone. you weren’t ready. you still wanted to hug your parents again, you wanted to go to college with the girl you loved, you wanted to have more time with Natalie and all of your friends. you weren’t ready to die but it was useless.

and for the last time ever, “i love you, too.” you managed to weakly whisper. the heart that would beat so rapidly when you last said those words was slow and weak. she could barely feel a hum against your chest. how could she have been so selfish? why didn’t she enjoy the way your heart hammered against your chest when she’d lay on it? after you’d have sex and you’d press your body against here? when you told her you loved her? why didn’t she memorize the rhythm of your heart? why why why?

it was time. you know it. it was getting hard to breathe and the more you tried, the more it hurt. with as much strength as you could muster, you whispered. “remember me, sometimes.” they were lousy words but they were the only thing you wanted. even if it wasn’t always, you at least wanted to be remembered sometimes. maybe when she listened to Queen since it was the only artist you shared. maybe in lillie’s, like the ones you always had in your room. maybe when she looked at the sky or when she thinks the best thing to do is to push the person she loves away. you’ll be the reminder to never take love for granted.

Natalie cried at your words, those words that left a whole in her heart, the words that would leave scars and wounds she’d never be able to heal. “you’ll be the only thing i’ll remember.” she said back. her words made your lips curl just a tad.

then it happened. you took your final breath. your heart stopped breathing. your eyes were left lifeless and your touch slipped from her face. there was nothing left but your lifeless body in her own.

finally, everything she held in while you were with her was finally let out. her sobs were so loud and she didn’t care that everyone in the room could see. that everyone was silently watching with tears in their own eyes. she clutched your body so tightly against her chest, almost as if you’d move away. her cries were so loud they were like a howl on a full moon.

her body rocked with your lifeless body in her arms. crying, screaming, sobbing. her cries of pain were nothing short of heartbreaking. every fiber of her being hurt. she was in fucking agony.

she couldn’t accept it, she wouldn’t. her hand softly shook your face and when you didn’t react, she put you on the ground gently before she began to pump your chest with her hands. her tears kept running down her face and landing on your body as she continued to press against your chest in a steady rhythm. that stupid song in the back of her head. she was trying her fucking hardest. why wasn’t that enough? no one dared to say a thing, not even Travis who stood back and watched with tears in his eyes.

it didn’t matter how much she tried, you didn’t wake up. not after a minute, not after two and not after three. even when she begged, “please come back.” she whispered through her actions. until finally, she stopped. when she did, her shaky hands reached your face and she gently cradled it. she memorized every freckle, every eyelash, every little mark on your face. she memorized the way your lips felt under her fingertips and the color of your eyes. the eyes that would never look at her again. the eyes that she wouldn’t meet across the room, the eyes that wouldn’t look at her in pain, ever again. the eyes she ignored so many times. she felt so fucking stupid then.

but they weren’t your eyes. not anymore so she shakily closed them. when she did, she slowly buried her face in your chest. her arms holding you tightly as she cried softly. as she remembered your scent, as she felt your body in her arms for the last time ever.

Natalie Scatorccio was completely and utterly heartbroken.

you were dead. even when you weren’t ready to. but at least you loved her until your dying breath.

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xplsn · 1 year

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cw: virgin!bakugou x reader, oral, blowjob, riding, praise, a little bit of a hair pulling kink, breeding kink etc. // fem!male!gn reader friendly.

music: for those who like to read with some on! this is my personal fav, has channeled a lot of nsfw writing :)

fuck there's just something about virgin!bakugou x reader. like it's always him corrupting the reader but what if it was switched?

mf is so sensitive. like let's say first time making out and you're on his lap and positioned just right so when it gets heated you start subconsciously grinding back and forth on his cock. and groping each other and surprise he gets a boner.

he'll think about how he could feel your hotness through his pants and if you don't stop soon he's gonna cum in his pants like a little schoolboy.

he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and pull a quick yank because he was so embarrassed.

your first time seeing his cock is for sure an experience. solid 7 or 7.5 when hard. fucking rigid and vein-y and girthy and all the dirty words you can think of. dripping in pre-cum because his body has never had somebody elses touch on him like that.

imagine stroking his cock for the first time. a simple handjob would send him to outer space. everything you're doing is like magic to him. you listen to every single lewd moan he lets out.

he's fucking his cock into your hands (yes hands cause he's a big boy!) like a bitch. im telling you the first time you make him cum like that he has tears in his pretty little eyes from how good it was.

how about sucking him off for the first time? he has a hand over his eyes because he doesn't want you to see how they're going cross-eyed. his hand eventually falls off and goes to your head gripping it like his life depending on it as you sucked the life out of him. giving you the view to his entire face. his lips are bitten red and almost dripping blood because he doesn't want to let out any of the humiliating sounds that want to come out. but little grunts and whimpers come out any way. his curls sticking to his forhead from how sweaty he is.

he's trying to control himself so hard but poor baby is losing his mind in pleasure. his thighs are twitching and he's shaking as he nears his release. every gag and loud slurry gurgle is pushing him off. he wants to cum so bad but he doesn't want this to end. doesn't know how he has ever called something as good when he had never before had your hot wet mouth sucking him dry. the minute you take all of him, your nose brushing his blonde pubes, and look up at his eyes. tears in yours and his, making eye contact. he explodes.

eating you out for the first time? baby doesn't know anything. knows what a clitoris is but needs help finding it. i think everyone makes a mistake talking about how he'd be a sex god or some shit but he wouldn't just let anybody fuck around with him yk. so he's new to everything. he's watched a few pornos sure but it doesn't compare to the real deal.

cont. so he instead kitten licks around your sopping cunt so slowly. savouring every drop like it's his last. he doesn't even realize he's teasing you because he's trying to listen to your moans and whimpers. trying to figure out when they increase because he did something right. your hand is in his hair pulling him face first into your cunt, your thighs squishing around his head. and he can feel his cock throb in his pants. did he have a thing for suffocating on pussy? yes probably.

when he finally finds your sweet clit, he's ruthless in bringing you pleasure. he'll start off by sucking and licking but as you get closer he'll start biting and pulling on it. it'll take a while to make you come because it's his first time (give him some slack) but eventually as he eats you out more he learns and improves from them. now anytime he's horny or he's bored. he'll gobble you down like a pro. sometimes he'll do it just for fun. will make you sit on his face and make him unable to be breathe, slick and cum running down his throat. by the end he leaves your entire body shaking.

for the ones with a dick/or with a strap-on:: be kind on him!! he's never sucked dick before so he's just like 'what do i do' as he stares at it. sure he's seen you do it but with him it's different. he doesn't want to hurt you. so you'll have to gently coax him and teach him the right way to grip and take it in his mouth. forgot to mention for the ones with pussies but this also works for the boys, he's such a messy eater. he's drooling and choking on your cock. after the first few times he learns it well but he still likes it when you guide him with a hand in his hair. fuck him raw !! seriously. he likes it rough. likes the burn and likes the feeling of being used.

imagine teaching him how to finger you. he's kissing and sucking on your soft tights as he experiments with one finger and then two and eventually makes it to three calling you so many pretty names.

sure he'd degrade you when he's fucking you. calling you a "stupid fucking slut" but foreplays different. praise drips out of him like it's second nature which is so shocking to you the first time.

he tries to be quiet in the beginning of learning everything for the sake of any dignity left. but once he starts putting his tip into your tight hole it's a game over for him.

he's lost in another dimension. he's never felt this kind of pleasure before so his head shoots off his shoulders when he sees you fuck yourself on his cock because he kinda just froze and you were impatient to get him inside you.

let's say this is after he becomes a pro-hero. denki and the rest of the gang probably got laid way before him cause he was trying to focus on hero work rather than relationships because "they were a distraction". so the only sex talk he hears are all the details through their shared gc. or on random drunken weekends, with few coherent words.

so obviously he thought everything was bs until he put in an inch in you. sorry guys but he wouldn't last 2 minutes once he's all the way in. he get's better at controlling himself but the first few times he cums way before you do and is so embarrassed at being such a bad boyfriend. you have to assure him it's okay and only natural. so he makes you cum another way to finish you off.

oh did i mention his thing with hair? he loves having his hair pulled. be it be when he's fucking you and you need something to hold onto or when you're guiding him to eat you out. he loves it. it's a different kind of pleasure that makes him so into it.

extra's::

he's vanilla till he thinks he's mastered all the basics then he indulges in all the kinks his partners into. there's some things he knows he wont try but every thing else he wont not try at least once. you can use your imagination for this one!

call him a "good boy" or a "very good boy" and he will melt on the spot. he lives for praises like have you seen the man?

he wouldn't have a breeding kink until he's in his late 30s or 40s before that he was very conscious of his cum. would always wear a condom to protect against sti's and pregnancy but once he's slowing down from hero work and wanting to settle down is when he'll unleash the beast.

folds you in ways that he's never done before so he knows that he will be filling you up to the max.

anyways i got off the point to dilf bakugou lmao (that's another time if anyone wants me) but anyways you get the jizz.

send in any requests like thirsts, or a short imagine, hc's, blurbs, one shots etc etc please please pleaseee i'll try to respond as soon as i can !!

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kyasarinkishinuma · 4 months

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FF8 boys: Laying your head on their lap

Squall Leonhart

Absolutely not.

No no no.

This man cannot people even if he tries. He's a lot more empathic and thoughtful than he may seem at first glance, but that does not by any means translate into his interactions with others. Honestly if he considers you a friend that's already a miracle in and of itself.

So laying your head on his lap? That's pushing it. He'll just ignore you and push you away if you try to get anywhere near him.

Unless he has a soft spot for you

In which case if you insist, he might eventually agree, albeit hesitantly.

He is awkward and stiff. Honestly not the best cushion. But he's entertaining your request so that has to mean something, right?

He won't ever let you do this in front of the others though. Only when it's the two of you someplace private. But of course the others always find you two somehow. Zell never shuts up about it. Squall hates it.

He'll just sit there and cross his arms while he waits. "Are you done yet?" He may seem disgruntled but he never forces you to get up sooner than you have to.

A solid 7/10. Good support. Not very receptive to whatever your issue is, but his presence makes you feel safe.

Zell Dincht

It's definitely a lot easier to get this guy to agree. Even if he'll find it a bit weird, he'll do it since you're a friend.

Not the best cushion because he keeps fidgeting around. He's just not the kind of guy to sit still, but he'll try his best to do so until you feel better. He'll also just ramble on and on and easily entertain a conversation with you.

The other students will definitely tease him about it but he'll shrug it off, saying he's just helping out a friend. That's what a good friend does!

But if he has a crush on you... Hoo boy

When he crushes, he crushes hard

He's not exactly discreet about his excitement to have his crush's head on his lap. A very "WHOA! REALLY??" kind of reaction.

He fidgets even more if that's even possible. Can't sit still, won't sit still. And he just won't shut up. And he'll also tell everyone.

So that's either really annoying or really endearing. Up to you.

Doesn't really matter when or where it is, he'll let you do it if you ask him, especially if you look tired or upset.

6/10. Amazing emotional support, but he really needs to learn to sit down.

Irvine Kinneas

Your go-to man.

Out of the group he's probably the most empathic about your situation. He's a self-proclaimed loner so he has lots of time to mull over his emotions and understands the stress you're going to.

He'll agree without a moment's hesitation. Anywhere, anytime. If Squall or anybody else scolds you for slacking off he'll shoo them and sit there until you feel better.

He's the kind of guy who'll speak to you in a low, calm voice or not speak at all, if that's what you prefer. If you're okay with it he'll play with his hair a bit to soothe you.

But of course, this is Irvine so he'll definitely throw in some flirty remarks and try to fluster you. The kind of silly things that'll make you giggle, so whether you return his affections or not he doesn't mind. He's just happy you're cheering up a bit.

Honestly if you're comfortable with it he'll probably ask for you to return the favour every now and again, when he needs it.

If he has a crush on you the hints of care in the way he holds you and shushes to you will be so obvious.

He'll probably brag about it to your friends and just isn't shy to admit it.

Solid 10/10. Very comfy and good emotional support.

Laguna Loire

You could be a complete stranger and he wouldn't turn you down.

This guy just has such a heart of gold. Anyway he can help others, he will. Even more so if it's someone he holds dear.

The request will probably stump him for a moment, he'll have a sort of 'uh, ok' kind of reaction, but afterwards you're good to go. It's not that he finds your request odd, it's just that he'd never think someone would go to him for that kind of thing.

He's also really good at hugs btw

He manages to sit still but can't keep his mouth short. He'll just ramble on and on and on, and he'll get embarrassed if you ask him to be quiet for a minute because he'll feel like he's talking too much.

But his stories are welcomed, if anything. They're silly and fun and keep your mind off whatever's bothering you.

If he has a crush on you, he'll ramble even more and his leg cramps will definitely act up. Poor guy.

He'll probably ask you if you want to go grab a snack or go outside a bit after a couple minutes. While he isn't as hyperactive as Zell, you can't expect the guy to sit there for half an hour either.

Solid 8/10. Very comfy and fun.

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Do you think Venti would like the food from the real world? I think he’d get sick with fast food or something like that but if reader cooks for him he’d eat it. He’d eat anything that reader makes

Headcanons about sagau Venti with reader in the real world (food edition):

Honestly, that's such an interesting idea, I do think that there's a lot of overlaps with the food in his world and our world, so it doesn't take a whole lot of adjusting, but that being said-

Warnings: general Sagau, like literally nothing else

• Is kind of confused when he first gets to you and your fridge isn't just like brimming with ingredients and meals

• You tell him that you typically either get takeout or cook small meals for yourself to get by

• Since takeout itself does exist in different regions around Teyvat, he's more or less familiar with the concept

• But none of that prepares him for what you actually meant

• Is mildly horrified over how food is preserved, prepared, and just the overall lack of health in it all

• Like you don't really know where your food comes from, or what ingredients were put in to it, or where those ingredients come from—

• He could absolutely never eat fast food and feel well after, the first time he stayed in bed for like the entire day and complained to you constantly over how bad he felt

• You did feel bad about it, obviously his body just wasn't used to that kind of stuff

• Pretty much swore off eating anything that came wrapped in plastic, it just wasn't worth it

• All that strengthened your resolve to try cooking more, going out of your way to use more organic ingredients and actually put effort into making a healthier meal

• Now, he would eat anything you made, it really didn't matter what it was, what it was made of, how good or bad it tasted

• If it tasted absolutely horrible, he would just smile at you and thank you profusely for going out of your way

• If it made him feel bad afterward you wouldn't hear a single word about it

• Is really just very very appreciative when you attempt to make things more to his taste, he hates how much of an inconvenience he's being (but also secretly deeply enjoys the fact that you like him enough to go out of your way for him)

• He also takes up cooking himself, he's got all that time alone while you're off at work or taking classes perhaps

• You're gonna have to show him the basics on how to actually work a stove, all of it really does amaze him

• But before you know it, you're coming home almost every day to something made

• He is very quick to learn your preferences, mentally notes every critique or passing comment you've ever made

• If the food that you make is decent, or at the very least not absolutely terrible, the cooking responsibilities are split roughly 75℅ to 25℅ and you might have a playful argument over who's cooking that night

• "No way. I deeply apologize my muse, but I'm afraid your just going to have to let me treat you tonight." He says with a playful wink, one you can't help but smile at.

• Otherwise it'll probably be closer to 95℅ and 5℅, and as usual, he's absolutely happy to pick up the slack

• Also really loves cooking with you, showing off interesting techniques that he learned from his years of experience, you showing him weird cooking tricks that he never would have thought of

• Occasionally is sad over the lack of certain ingredients that either don't exist or aren't commonly used in your world

• Contributes a bit to his homesickness

• He has a few of his favorite recipes from Mondstadt memorized, and if you try to make them for him he might actually just die

• He just loves you so so much, and you're going out of your way when you already have so much that you have to do, and he wants to be the one that does everything for you!

• Every time you mention you had to get take out or fast food for lunch because of your tight schedule he internally panics

• What if it made you feel bad like him? Even if it doesn't you shouldn't be eating that stuff anyway

• Will actually start packing you lunch if it seems like you aren't doing it for yourself

• Also always leaves really cute notes

• Your co-workers and/or peers are now constantly hounding you about having a secret boyfriend that you haven't told them about

• I touched on this in my last set of headcanons, but he also really likes cooking breakfast since he's often the first one awake (Teyvat fried egg for the win)

• He does like going to slightly nicer restaurants where the ingredients are of a higher quality sometimes too

• The atmosphere was always a bit stifling and it could get rather expensive, but the food was good

• That was reserved for special occasions, he'd much rather have your food than some strangers anyway

• Since there aren't really a whole lot of dessert dishes in the Mondstadt region, he's absolutely amazed by the amount your world has

• But as a result of that lack of tolerance, he's also way more sensitive to sweet tasting things and a lot of things taste too sweet to him

• I headcanon that he's absolutely the type to scrape frosting off cake because of how unbearably sweet it is

• The first time he had ice-cream, his eyes practically sparkled

• Also, it's a personal opinion of mine that he would really like tiramisu because of the balance between sweet and bitter

• But that is also a very dangerous thing

• He has enough energy to run you into circles as it is, mix that with a sweet dessert that is soaked in coffee and you have yourself a recipe for complete chaos

• His first sugar crash is also pretty amusing, goes from living at three times the normal human speed to asleep in less than five minutes

• Wakes up more lethargic than you have ever seen him, along with a headache, and he swears he will never do it again (a total lie)

• It's all a learning experience like a lot of other things, he'll happily take the highs and lows, as long as it's with you

#genshin impact #sagau #yandere genshin x reader #genshin x reader #genshin venti #yandere genshin au #headcannons #venti x reader

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baratiddyappreciator · 5 months

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Hii! I heard you take requests? How about some childhood headcanons? Like what were these guys like when they were small… :0

Oh I am so glad someone asked this one because I've been having ideas bouncing around but haven't actually thought of making a post of my own. (Throwing in a bonus Natsue and Tokugawa because why not?)

Baki:

He was a trouble-maker through and through. He didn't pay attention whenever he did attend school, and he'd always pick fights with any kids bigger or stronger than him so he could improve and get stronger, like his father.

Emi probably got a lot of phone calls from the schools to come get her rowdy ass child because he was being a menace. He wouldn't bully kids, but he would bully the bullies, and while a lot of the younger kids admired him because he'd get the bullies off their backs, they also feared him.

Baki has chilled out a lot since he first fought his father and joined the underground arena, bro used to be a fireball.

Kozue:

She was an angel, a quiet child, but an angel. She was sweet and helping her teachers with any tasks that they were doing. This girl cleaned the chalkboards, helped tidy up the class, and would even collect test papers and set them on the teachers desk, all without even being asked to.

Sweet to even the other kids, she wouldn't get picked on because most of the older kids thought she was just too adorable, and any attempts from younger students to pick on Kozue were very quickly thwarted by older kids, and once even Baki, though that was completely unintentional.

Despite her hard-working personality, sometimes Kozue would finish up early enough to just sit and doodle on her work instead of doing other things. The margins of her notebooks would be full of little flowers, butterflies and cats.

Hanayama:

Quiet. Very quiet. He didn't really have a lot of friends as a kid, he was just big and quiet and other kids were too scared of him to really bother him. He spent a lot of time with his mom instead of his dad, though considering his dad passed pretty early on in his life, that wasn't really something he did willingly.

He didn't talk to a lot of kids, instead, he found himself mostly hanging around adults, so he's got a very old man way of speaking compared to other people his age, but sometimes he slips into a more expected tone.

It wasn't until he was about thirteen that he really started getting a cocky attitude, and by that point it was just puberty, which, obviously, hit him like a fuckin bus.

Katsumi:

Before he was adopted by Doppo and Natsue, he was a pretty careless kid, but seeing his own biological father get mauled by a lion did a number on him. He used to have nightmares about it, but after a few years of therapy and care from Doppo and Natsue, he came to terms with it.

Given the chance, with the proper financial support and some of the best out there, Katsumi absolutely flourished. Doppo was teaching him Karate, sure, but he also had tutors to help him get some of the best grades in class.

He started slacking off when he was about sixteen, but he still did fairly good. He was a major spoiled brat when he was in his mid teens, though he did still at least treat his mother well.

Jack:

He was always a really quiet kid, even before he was put back into his mom's custody, and he just kept getting quieter as he got older. Part of that is due to Diane's poor parenting, but another part of that is just his own personality.

Man was an absolute menace, he would crack back at anyone if they annoyed him enough, teachers, other students, anyone. He's quick with his words, though he doesn't always use them.

He's really good with younger kids, purely because he'd be running around just as much as them when he was younger in an attempt to get his stamina and strength up. He quickly became that cool older kid that would lay the younger kids climb all over him.

Kosho:

He was very similar to Kozue as a child, surprisingly enough, very quiet, but super sweet towards his teachers. Unlike Kozue though, the only thing protecting him from bullies was Kureha, and if Kureha wasn't there, he was free game.

By the time Kureha was going into high school, Kosho was left alone by bullies, because good lord he had this feral look in his eyes and nobody was about to mess with that.

He'd lose his homework a lot, not when it was time to turn it in, but right when it was handed to him. It would go into his bag, and then it would just vanish. He'd always find it in time to fill it out and hand it in, but it was just an odd occurrence he never knew how to explain.

Kureha:

He was a well behaved child, but ask any of his old teachers and they would tell you that they just got this feeling that this kid was weird, but he never really did anything worthy of getting into trouble.

He was sly, and he was really good at being sly. If he wanted someone to do something, he'd find a way to get them to do it without him even having to ask them to do it.

Definitely had a reputation as a boy scout to literally everyone but the kids that would pick on his younger brother. Because once there were no eyes on them, this man was a straight menace.

Retsu:

An ANGEL, just an absolute sweetheart. He looked up to his teachers and mentors. Really, before he accidentally, you know, killed a man, he was a perfectly sweet person.

He absolutely was the kind of kid that got jealous that he didn't have a full beard. Look at some of the people he grew up around, he was absolutely fuming that he didn't have a full beard. Until he tried to grow one, then he realised that they weren't for him and has been clean shaven since.

Someone had to show him how to braid hair at some point, and he was just flabbergasted by the idea. He tried to braid literally everything that he could just do that.

Doppo:

An absolute charmer. We all know that super charismatic kid, and that was definitely Doppo. Just look at that smile! You can't tell me that he didn't learn that a grin like that could get people to do what he wanted.

He was a smug bastard too, definitely one kid that would annoy the hell out of any adult, but one that would absolutely be popular with other students because "oh look he's talking back to the teacher"

He was a class clown in high school, all charming and funny, but he would start stuttering whenever Natsue walked into the room. Man was head over heels for her, even back then.

Natsue:

Natsue has always been somewhat of an old soul, even when she was little, but she was absolutely a girlie girl for a long time. Everything had to be pink or purple, pastels were her favourites.

She loved going to different field trips to important landmarks, she's always liked them and finds them relaxing to go to.

On her first date with Doppo, he took her to a festival, got all dressed up and everything, only for him to get a "random" and violent nosebleed (he got punched in the face before he went and it was a delayed reaction) and they wound up just ditching the festival to go sit up by the river and watch the fireworks.

Shibukawa:

T R O U B L E. Just trouble. He was a brat and a little shit. Stinky man. Problem causer. He would constantly pull pranks and cause problems in his classes and at home.

If this man had siblings then I guarantee you he was simultaneously the favourite and least favourite. Because he absolutely would do something stupid and blame it on his siblings, then make it up to them later... Only to do the same thing and get them in trouble.

He was absolutely the fun older kid that showed the younger ones cool tricks and funny jokes, if only to spread some mischief.

Tokugawa:

He wasn't too different, admittedly. Just take him, remove the wrinkles, give him hair and shrink him a little bit, and boom, you have child Tokugawa, relatively care-free and happy-go-lucky.

Really, the only thing that made him stand out was his knack for finding talented fighters. He would just get really quiet, and then, in a sweet little child voice, he'd point at someone and go "you've killed someone before"

He and Sabuko used to be really close, but when he inherited the dome they started to grow apart, especially since she had her own life to handle.

#baki headcanons #grappler baki #baki dou #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #kozue matsumoto #hanayama kaoru #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi #natsue orochi #shibukawa gouki #tokugawa mitsunari

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ms-rampage · 2 years

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Lloyd Hansen x Fem!reader (Y/n)

Summary: Your asshole, neglectful, and abusive father William sells you off in a bid without your knowledge.

Word count: 2.9k (I wrote this in a day while at work! 😳)

Warnings: Abusive asshole father. Mentions death of mother. Misogyny?. Language. Slight violence. Death. Smut, but its not intense hardcore porn just ehh. Soft Lloyd?.

I've read a lot of Lloyd Hansen fics, so I'm jumping (or yeeting my ass) onto the Hansen train! 🤣. Also I'm not responsible for the shit y'all read. Y/n's father's death totally wasn't inspired by this 😅 (it sorta is but more modern. I guess)

Y/L/N = Your last name

Y/n = Your name

You grew up being surrounded by heavily armed guards because of your father's "business". You knew deep down he hated you, because when you were born your mother died while having you, and your father wanted a boy, he pretty much blamed you for her death. He hired help to take care of you growing up because he simply didn't care about you unless you were a boy. His right hand man Mr. Levinson, looked after you, brought you food, books to read and pretty much watched over you. He watched you grow up, he's the exact opposite of your father, William, you weren't sure why he worked for him in the first place.

A few weeks after your 22nd birthday, your father had sold you off in a bid without your knowledge. Instead of selling some of his stocks, or other valuable assets from his "company", he sells you for a high price, and the man who had the highest bid was Lloyd Hansen.

You heard from some of your fathers goons what kind of man Mr. Hansen was, and you were terrified.

Mr. Levinson comforted you when you found out about being sold off like an animal in an auction, he's more of a father figure to you than your own father.

"How could he do this?!?." you cry into your hands, sitting at the edge of your bed, Mr. Levinson, or Ari, comfort you, sitting by your side. "I dunno Y/n, I tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn't listen. I told him he can sell some of his company's assets, I'm so sorry sweetheart, I really tried to stop him." he tells you, one of his hands on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I know you tried." you respond, wiping away the tears with your sweater sleeve.

Ari had known both your parents prior to you being born. At one point he said he'll help you escape your father, giving you money and turning away while you ran away, escape the manor, but he knew, and you also knew it wouldn't turn out good, for Ari at least, he'd be killed for doing that. He cared about you, but you didn't want him to risk his life for yours.

Talking about your mother, he mentioned she was an equestrian, an amazing one. You remembered your grandmother, your asshole father's mother took you to an equestrian event once when you were 7, and you fell in love with the sport, then your father found out, and got into an argument with her over it. You never went back to one after that.

Fast forward 3 days later, you finally meet Mr. Hansen face to face.

"Y/n come down here!." your father had called you downstairs. You hear his voice as you are reading your favorite book.

"I'm coming!." you shout back, to let him know you heard him. You knew why he was calling you, he never called for you unless you were in trouble. Mr. Hansen had arrived, and is gonna take you away from your home, but anywhere is better than living in this manor with your neglectful father.

You walk down the hallway, down the flight of stairs to the living room. You see your father, a few of his armed guards behind him, Ari who is looking at you with apologetic, sadden eyes, and the man of the hour Lloyd Hansen, and a few of his men.

"Y/n, this is Mr. Hansen." your father introduces you before saving a sip of his bourbon. You look over at the man with a 70s porn-stache, wearing a yellow, brown polo shirt, and beige slacks sitting on one of the fancy leather recliners.

Lloyd looks up, and down at you, probably imagining how you looked naked. "She looks better in person than in the photos you provided." Lloyd speaks up, setting his glass down on the table next to him.

Mr. Y/L/N rolls his eyes at his compliment towards you.

You'll admit, Lloyd is a handsome man, probably in his early 40s. You try not to blush at his comment but to no avail, he didn't look dangerous, but looks can be deceiving. His muscular biceps are eye-catching though, you can see the veins on them when he moves his arms as he sets down his glass.

"Thank you." you respond, giving him a soft smile in return.

"So are we good on the price for her?." your father speaks up.

Ari glares at him for even mentioning that in front of you. You can tell he wanted to say something, but bit his tongue.

"Don't worry Mr. Y/L/N, you'll get your money, I'll have my men wire it to you." he tells him, "I always keep my end of the bargain."

Your father nods in response, and turns to you, "Did you pack?."

You nod, "Yes, I did." You packed up clothes, books, and some of your personal belongings. You can't believe this was happening, your own father sold you off, and you don't even know why. A part of you wanted to know, but you also didn't want to know.

"Do you have any questions before you leave?." he asks you. Now this was your chance, your chance to know why he was doing this to you.

"Why did you sell me off?." you ask, trying to hold back tears.

Your father looks at you like you just asked the stupidest question he has ever heard in his whole life.

"Why? Because I can, and I need the money." he answers, not even thinking his cruel, harsh words through, "You've been nothing but a huge disappointment to me. You can be a problem to someone else."

Ari holds your arm as a form of comfort, his eyes starting to water as well. Tears threaten to escape your tear canals, your stomach churns and you feel like you're gonna throw up. Lloyd on the other hand, looks back and forth from you, and your father. He sensed there's more to why he wants to be rid of you.

You leave the room, and go back upstairs, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"A bit harsh on her don't you think?." Lloyd asks him, giving a side glare.

"She's been nothing but a burden." he tells him, before taking another sip of his bourbon.

A few hours later, you're on your way to Lloyd's villa, your father's words replaying in your head on repeat throughout the drive. Once arrived at the beautiful villa, Lloyd did give you some alone time for yourself, you also knew you'd probably sleep in the same bed as him, if it came down to it.

Another few hours later, it still took you some time to adjust but you did so rather quickly, Ari called to check in on you, he hasn't forgiven your father for what he had said, and did to you.

At some point, Lloyd did check in on you too, he found you standing on the balcony of your shared bedroom.

“Great view ain’t it?.” he says, folding his jacket, and putting it on the back of a chair.

You jump a little, you didn't hear him come in. You turn back to look at him.

"Yeah, it is." You respond, looking back at the view of the court yard, the maze, the fountain. You tried your best to remain calm because you didn't know this man very well, he bought you in an auction, you've heard he's a dangerous man who has killed people.

"Your father, he's quite the character." he says standing right next to you.

You take a deep breath, "He's a fucking asshole."

A chuckle comes from him, "That too." He places his hand onto yours, the size difference of your hands scares you a bit, he can easily choke you with one hand if he wanted to.

"Abusive. Neglectful. Abandoning you as a child, leaving you with the maids, butlers and sitters." He says, hand still on top of yours, "I know your father, not well, but enough to know what kind of person he is."

You look over at him as he continues, "Just from looking at the photo he provided, I knew something was wrong with you."

You felt goosebumps all over your body, "Like what?." you ask.

He looks over at you, "Exactly what I saw at the manor. Being left alone in that giant house with only the help. Mr. Levinson told me about you, since he's more involved in your life than your own father, now ain't that a bitch."

He wasn't wrong, Ari, again, took care of you, he watched you grow up, he tried to shield you from what your father does for a living.

After what felt like hours of talking, it ended up with you two in bed with each other.

That's right, with him between your legs, thrusting in and out of you at a rough, but gentle pace. You told him before hand that you're a virgin, he showed off that smile of his, and said "Don't worry sunshine, I'll take good care of you. I'll make you feel good."

He loves the sounds you make, how your expression changes as he thrusts his hips into yours. Seeing your virgin body react to his cock, as you get fucked for the first time in your life. Leading to cum in, and on you in a sweating, panting mess.

5 days later, you hear Lloyd on the phone with your father, sounds like they're in the middle of an argument, well the argument coming from one of the parties, your father. You stop just before the entrance leading into the kitchen.

"You have Y/n and you still need to pay!." he shouts from the other end.

You feel Lloyd rolling his eyes, "My men sent you the money for Miss Y/n." he tells him with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I didn't receive shit from you!." he shouts again, he's not even on speaker phone, that's how loud he can get "Give me my money, or I'll sell her to someone who can actually pay for her!."

Lloyd chuckles at your fathers response, holding the phone away from his ear, "Very funny sunshine, but I have her now. Like you said she can be a problem to someone else, but she's quite a delight to have around." Using your father's own words against him, "But if you wanna chat in person about this, that's fine with me." He hangs up, setting the phone down on the counter, you tiptoe away from the kitchen back to your bedroom.

A week later, your father still hadn't received his payment for you, so Lloyd invited him to the villa, which is something he would never do, but he had something planned. Telling him that there was trouble sending the payment.

You, Lloyd, and a few of his men sitting in the main room of the villa. He had told you about your father's arrival, but he didn't say when he'd be arriving. You were in a state of panic throughout the day, you threw up twice that same morning because of how nervous, anxious and scared you were, also your lack of nutrients for that day, then your father arrived at around 6pm.

Storming into the room with 3 of his guards, and Ari, the latter you were relieved to see.

"Y/n! Get your stuff you're leaving!." he shouts, making you jump in your seat.

"Mr. Y/L/N-." Lloyd starts before being interrupted

"Shut the fuck up Hansen!." he cuts him off before turning his attention to him, "Give me my money, or I'll drag her out of this shithole."

Ari stood next to you, he knew his presence would calm you down, but not this time, it only helped very little.

"Mr. Y/L/N, I don't think you'll be dragging your daughter out of our home, especially in her… condition."

For once your father stopped, and questioned him, "What condition?."

Lloyd smiles at him before looking over at you. "Pumpkin, do you wanna tell him, or should I?."

You gulp, looking up at the man before you, and mutter "I'm pregnant.". Even Ari looks at you in surprise.

"You're what?!?!." he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. Shaking you to the core.

You found out a few days earlier, you and Lloyd had sex the first night you arrived at the villa. He steps closer to you with anger and rage in his eyes, but Ari steps in-between him and you.

"William." Ari speaks up, preventing him from coming any closer to you "Leave her."

"Excuse me?." he growls, "You better watch it Levinson."

"I have been watching over Y/n since she was born, and I will not let you hurt her anymore."

The only thing Lloyd is regretting is not having you sit beside him. He's considering keeping Ari around, since he's protective of you, and has a dislike for your father.

"You've never cared about her in the first place. You blame her for the death of Cassandra. You hate her because she wasn't a boy." For the first time, you've seen this man snap, and it was to your father. His right hand man, his enforcer, who is always so patient.

Your father? Not so much, he has a short temper, anger issues, and particularly explodes over any minor inconvenience. He got extremely upset once because someone mistaken you for being Ari's daughter, and he blamed you for it, you were 8 at the time. Child protective services could've been called that day, but they never were.

Without any hesitation your father punches Ari in the jaw sending him to the floor. Clenching his jaw as lays on the floor. Groaning in pain, bleeding a little from his mouth.

"Dad please!." you beg him to stop, standing up from your seat, you're on the verge of tears. Your voice cracking. He turns his attention to you, and pulls out his knife, you immediately sit back down out of fear.

"I always knew you were a problem. Pregnant, huh?." he asks, you nod in response, "Well, maybe this one will kill you, like you did to your mother. If it's a boy then I'll have the son I always wanted, even if I have to cut it out of you. Doesn't matter if you live or die."

Lloyd stands up from his seat, "You want your money? Fine, but she's staying with me."

Your father turns around, and sees one of Lloyd's men set down a briefcase. He opens it, and nothing but stacks of $100 bills, probably over a million dollars.

"You have your money. Take it." He tells him. Your father closes the briefcase, grabs it, and takes a few steps towards the exit. His men follow behind, leaving behind Ari.

"Mr. Y/L/N!." Lloyd calls as he approaches you, standing up from your chair. He places one of his hands on your stomach, where your future baby bump would be, you place your hand over his. Ari still clenching his jaw from that punch delivered by your father a few minutes ago.

"I didn't excuse you." Right on queue, almost like they practiced this, Lloyd's men knock out your father's guards, and grab him, breaking his right arm in the process. The sound of his arm bone cracking makes you cringe, but his screams of pain and agony give you goosebumps. You don't even feel sorry for him, you knew deep down he had it coming. You knew he deserved to die after everything he was done to you.

"Y/n!." he shrieks in pain, you just stare at him as Lloyd goes to one of the side tables and grabs something from a drawer. "Y/n tell him! Please."

He starts begging for his life. He shouldn't have pushed Lloyd, and belittled you in front of him. Threaten to cut out your unborn child. Father or not.

He holds a pistol in his hand, along with a suppressor. Telling you took look away, and you won't have to hear the sound of gunfire that will kill your father.

Ari takes a hold of your arm, "Look away Y/n."

"No." You respond softly, wanting to see the man who belittled, and neglected you your entire life get his comeuppance.

It's like Lloyd knows what you're thinking, setting the suppressor down, he holds the gun to your father's temple.

William looks over at you one last time begging you for his life, "Y/n I'm sorry, please.". You just stare at him with death eyes, Lloyd sees this as your go to kill him.

One shot to the side of his head is all it took, his guards let go of his arms.

His body going limp, hitting the flood with a loud thud. The life being taken away from him. Blood oozing from the bullet wound.

"Y/n?." Ari asks softly.

"He deserved it. He didn't deserve to live." you say, staring down at his lifeless body.

9 months later, you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, whom you named after your late mother, Cassandra Lynne Hansen, and you've been at your happiest since being with Lloyd. He definitely has a soft spot for you, and it's even softier with your new edition. To top it off, Ari being her godfather.

#lloyd hansen fanfic #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #im finally getting back into my writing!!!!#chris evans

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mimlicious · 2 years

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Okay but how the hell isn't Steve blind on his left eye?

my dude got punched by Jonathan in season 1, and then Billy totally fucked his face up in season 2, and then the Russians. So far they only season Steve hasn't gotten a black eye is the fourth one, and that's only because he was too busy getting strangled and eaten by demobats.

And your trying to tell me he has 20/20 vision on his left eye?

Nah-ah, ain't buying it. Steve is partially blind on his left eye and refuses to let anyone know. Plus he can't see well from his right eye either because of him having to only rely on it causing it to tire faster.

He noticed his inability to see from the left after Billy beat him up, but Steve being Steve refused to tell anyone that he couldn't see that well anymore.

And why would he? We've seen Steve get in danger for others over and over again, it's clear that he doesn't think it would be important to mention, they have bigger problems than his lacking vision.

Speaking of lacking vision he would start squint a lot more trying to see things far away from him but most of the group would either not notice or pass it off as Steve being confused which he definitely was but not for the reason they think.

I think the only person that would notice his difficulty seeing things would be Robin and that's because they spend so much time together, but she wouldn't mention of it thinking Steve wouldn't want to talk about it.

And then he gets beat up by the Russians and his vision on his left eye is completely ruined.

He starts getting started more when people approach from the left but tried to pass it off as being lost in his thoughts.

He starts standing at the far left of the group and walking on their left so he can have a clear view of them.

He starts just standing trying to hear whether or not someone or something for that matter is coming from his left.

And weirdly enough no one notices! Steve just acts as it everything is fine, that all he does is coincidental.

The only person that knows is Robin and that's why see had startled Steve one too many times for it to not be clear to her.

I also think they would find out about it from Eddie.

We know Eddie is called a freak and a cult leader and whatnot, and also deals drugs, so you can't tell me he hasn't been beat up a fair amount of times.

So he is familiar with his reactions to his surroundings. Being constantly on edge, being surprised/ startled most of the time, standing always at the same spots.

And he starts approaching him from the right, and yelling something each time he enters the room in order to alert him of his presence (Steve likes to think he finds his theatrics obscure but deep down he is grateful that he's making his life a bit easier)

And then they were in a fight and naturally Steve couldn't see the monster coming from his left causing him to almost die.

And someone from the group, probably Dustin or Nancy, reprimands him for putting himself and the rest of them in danger, and Eddie just goes, "Cut him some slack, it's not like he could have seen it coming."

And when they piece everything together they all feel at least a little bit guilty for not noticing earlier while Steve just assures them that it's fine, it's not like he told them

Cue Nancy lecturing him about how he is important and their friend and that he shouldn't feel like a burden when he's with them.

Steve tears up but does not cry, he knows Robin would tease him about it

Dustin definitely feels the worst about it. How could he have missed this? They spent so much time together. And let's not forget all the times he teased him about being jumpy.

And Steve, ever the mother hen, rushes to comfort him after he hears the guilt in his voice.

After that they start announcing their presence and making plans that would keep him safe at all costs, not because they think he's weak, but because they know that something attacking from his blind spot could be proven fatal for him.

And Steve for probably the first time in his life feels truly loved and cared for.

And yeah anyways Steve is partially blind, that's the thought.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington headcannons

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synergymagicbabeee · 6 months

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The possibly unintended (though I doubt it) brilliance of Z.O.E.'s power-ups

With @zoe-oneesama's season 5 of Scarlet Lady slowly creeping to its big finale, I am sure anyone familiar with the AU knows how well written everything is, however something in particular caught my eye as a world builder, that being Marigold's power-up. In case my name didn't make it obvious, my entire thing is magic systems. The Miraculous as a system are immensely interesting, and part of the reason I dropped canon is that they didn't flesh it out as well as they could, leaving it feeling flat.

Why's there a five minute timer post-ability for underage users? They aren't old enough to handle the full power, but that isn't an in depth answer. There's no internally consistent logic to it, or if there is I can't find it. Why are the Kwami bound to their holder's orders if they're primordial basically-elder-gods that embody inherent concepts? What defines suitability for a Miraculous, or is it literally just personality? We don't get these answers, and while not the largest reason by orders of magnitude, it is one of the many reasons I don't like canon, and that's when they don't turn around and straight up contradict themselves.

Oh, underage users have a timer? Not if they "master" their Miraculous, but we won't define what that mastery is or how to achieve it, because that would mean admitting the writers are talking out their asses! Like yeah, we can infer that the Guardians were shit from the reason Feast came to be, but the Mage was supposedly borderline Saint like, so why would he force the Kwami to obey whoever holds their Miraculous?

A line from Plagg (known gremlin and likeliest to slag off on the Guardians) talking about it could have fixed that issue, just imagine! "Oh yeah the Mage was awesome! The problem was his students, who would go on to form the Guardian order. Once he died, they used his research to alter the enchantments on the Miraculous' to force us to obey them. Jokes on them though, doing that weakened the jewels by a ton!" Boom, problem solved.

Anyway, while some of these questions haven't been answered, and probably won't be (we have like five episodes left including Maledictator, plus it's at least a little bit a parody, it's job isn't to answer) there is a neat little thing that has shown up, specifically in the first episode of season five, Zombizou. And that was the introduction of Bee Balm.

This power introduces a lot of shit and does so brilliantly, foremost being actual requirements for a power-up. In canon, we have the introduction of the Akuma talismans that comes from... Maribug understanding her powers and believing she can do more? This isn't a bad way to do a power-up mind you, and she was absolutely due some level of recompense for the universe repeatedly kicking her in the metaphorical dick, but it doesn't feel like it fits in this situation particularly.

The Akuma talisman boost would work if this is Marinette finally getting past a mental block and we knew about it, but I can't find anything about that, so it feels almost like a payoff without a conflict. Compare that to the introduction of Bee Balm, where the heroes are constantly stressed due to having to simultaneously fight Hawkmoth and pick up Scarlet Lady's slack, so they're both near constantly stressed and training their asses off.

Then, Chat Noir is taken out. More than that, he's taken out defending her civilian identity, after being essentially betrayed by their incompetent partner, who's then taken out in turn. Bare in mind that this same sociopathic bitch is vital in stopping Akumas and preventing swarm incidents, and without her they're essentially fucked. She can't go get a Miraculous from where she is, and that wouldn't help anyway, meanwhile her partner and the dumbass they have to tolerate are out of commission. So what does she do?

She develops a power relevant to both her Kwami's concept and the situation at hand. If she can't purify the Akuma, then she'll purify the effect their having on others. And looking at Zoe's other power-up posts we see that the ability is clearly specific to her, because we also get to see Queen Bee's and Vesperia's power-up forms, and none of the three Bee users share a power apart from Venom.

This of course all made my little world builder's brain light up, and the fact that we get to see new forms for Carapace, Rena Rouge, Pigella and Purple Tigress did so even more, and not just because Nino's entry gave me more clues for my personal theory as to how they work. With all that out of the way, I think I just locked down the conditions for a new ability. First is the emotional component, a degree of anguish and desperation on the level of a mental breakdown. Marinette looked like she was a few seconds from a literal heart attack before the awakening hit, for god's sake.

Next is the affinity the user has with their Miraculous. A person who isn't suited for a particular jewel simply isn't going to be able to use it properly.

Third is the domain a given Miraculous commands and the way the user interprets that domain. Bee Balm is an application of Subjection, created when the horror toward Zombizou's powers and actions against people Marigold had sworn to protect reached a critical mass. Her subjects, if you will, were being forced into a state where they had no agency in the most literal sense possible, and thus she gained the power to free people from such an influence, both commanding the Miraculous magic affecting them to fuck off and bypassing a lesser form of her domain of influence.

Fourth is the environmental factor. That specific thing you can trace for exactly how the power formed the way it did. Bee Balm having no effects on the inanimate because there was no collateral damage factor, Carapace's theoretical waterbending power-up, they shape the power because they are exactly what was needed at the time. Nothing else would suffice, they have no more tricks in the arsenal, and even if they did none would work.

With all that in mind, I think I have an idea as to what set evolved!Pigella off in Z.O.E.'s last power-up design post, as well as a possible ultimate form(?) ability of my own which would give Hawkmoth a cold sweat.

The first (love chain's activation) would probably be a Scarlet Moth incident, possibly even the first depending on if the timeline the power-up happens in is closer to the Scarlet Lady one or not. Rose has the Pig Miraculous, she's got it active, and she's fucking terrified. People are getting mass akumatized, it's a known factor at this point that a Miraculous doesn't make you immune to Akumas and Rose had looked into Princess Fragrance enough to figure out that she was sandbagging, hard. Remember, this was the Akuma with airborne mind control and was likely capable of making any number of chemicals.

So Pigella is in the streets fighting Akumas and is stressed out her gourd. She has to maintain a positive attitude, while helping fight a what's basically a small scale apocalypse with a tambourine of all things, and she can't use her powers because they're one use a transformation, and only affect one person. So you can imagine the stress she's under.

As she's going across the city, she spots a swarm hit a group of people. None have been akumatized before so there's a small delay as the butterflies try to decide on the host forms, but Rose knows she's got maybe twenty seconds from the other end of the street. At this point the stress is at an all time high, a headache is forming, she has no idea if her friends and loved ones are okay, and...

Then it hits, that little piece to the puzzle. Loved ones, love, specifically how it can develop and relate to other emotions. Right now, Paris needs love very literally, it needs positivity to resist the swarms, and if Gift as it is can't help, then something new is in order. Grabbing the side of her tambourine with her free hand, Rose twists the handle and lets go, allowing her weapon to take its new form.

With a cry and a pull on the not-muscle that normally indicated her power, Pigella's new whip flies across the road and sinks into the nearest Akuma-to-be with a strange ripple effect, like the end of the weapon had dropped into a pond as opposed to hit a human being. A soft glow encompasses the civilian, before sparks leap off of them and onto the person next to them like forks of lightning, and the process repeated. In less than a dozen seconds the entire group was affected and in the face of such joy, the Scarlet Akumas were forcibly ejected.

While I don't have an actual story-bit for the ultimate form power, I do have a general idea how it would form. The power would be called Blessing, and befitting it's Ultimate moniker, it's absolutely cracked.

Blessing would be a support/empowerment ability formed when someone close to Rose (for this example, Juleka) was Akumatized again, and her sheer incandescent rage is enough to unlock an ability, turning her tambourine into a weapon not unlike the Voltron Bayards.

Blessing allows the user to purify an Akuma while it's still in the person, granting them a set of powers similar to that Akuma form, and also preventing them from being transformed into that state again if they have multiple forms. In other words, Blessing permanently eliminates options from Hawkmoth's roster while empowering the victim to let them better fight back.

#miraculous ladybug #scarlet lady au #mlb power-ups #personal theories #go read Scarlet lady #ml upgrades

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