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yakeisoda · 2 months

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Hello, just wanna start this off by saying that I love your art. I've decided to ask my favourite artists for art tips as I wanna get into it, but no matter what I do it never looks right. So, any tips?

HELLO TYSM!!! ngl i dont think im the best 4 this question im also kinda in a rut rn where im not really satisfied w my art n craving more progress and improvement but im getting there somewhat but very slowly! (ive been this way for a rly long time naow) this might be long but im gna try n throw in the things ik, sorry if my thoughts r messy im not the best in articulating stuff :')

i think a good way to start off is to find out what skill you lack the most or what you want to improve the most on, say for ex: u wna focus on getting better at composition for illustrations, then a good way to improve them is to learn about the composition rules (ex: rule of 3rds, etc), look for any scenes in films/animation or photographies and storybooks , study them and recreate it! go crazy !! ive done a study on a friend's picture before, and have asked my friends if i can use their photographies as practice!

looking for inspiration will also improve ur visual library, they can help u find what u wna put in ur art ! like perhaps certain color palettes or styles, it's best to look at different mediums of art instead of focusing only on one, sometimes u can find techniques meant 4 u! (ex: of this is my friend who used to be a watercolor artist, ive observed them using watercolor techniques when they were still new to digital art! basically mix n match whatever feels good/convenient 4 u :] )

disciplining urself is also good to have more improvement! i have trouble w this the most ever since bc its hard 2 focus if no one is like there to monitor u (in my experience), if u rly wna make progress u have to squeeze in some art practice time in ur schedule, it can be around 15-30 mins or even 3 hrs, completely up to you! (rmb to take breaks!). you can give urself deadlines if that will help n maybe timers too!

my prof always said "Proper practice makes perfect", so it's also best to practice with a clear goal in mind, take notes on the things u lack and if ur watching any art tutorials/speedpaints, take notes of those too! it's good to have something specific in mind so u wont get lost n u wud know what u wna do! it helps u retain info as well so u can look back on stuff, to avoid overwhelming urself u can just focus on small bits first, ex: in anatomy, u can focus on the head area first, break it down to drawing eyes and noses, etc! then u can move onto the torso area!

USE REFS!!!! make use of pinterest or any other refs u can find, cannot stress this enuf go crazyyy w references, make a moodboard full of referencess n go crazzyy w them!! i used to not like doing this bc i just head straight in to drawing bc thats what i was used to but art college trained me 2 use refs bc they help so very much, theyre like ur guideline for what u wna make so u have a clear goal in mind, also photobashing seems like a great practice too never tried it but yes it can help when ur planning an illustration/concept art!

^above also applies to art styles! go crazy n experiment w them!! i think its so very fun to explore diff art styles n not stick to 1, again this depends on u but having a different range of artworks is rly fun, u can go from very pastel soft colors n style, to smth very vibrant n sharp, to smth like dark n chalky-sketchy kind of vibe if im making sense T__T, basically go wild!! go crazy!! dont let urself sit in 1 box! hop into other boxes !! or wear all of them!! or poke holes in the box n add stuff to the box or wear a circle!! trust me it looks so fun if u put different artworks uve made side by side n go wow i did that!!

also create small thumbnails 4 illustration! its really best to plan ahead art too, as i said i used to just head straight in n not plan but ive learned to absolutely enjoy planning making art! collecting refs n seeing what kind of composition goes n what colors wud work is so very fun actually! it rly helps a lot

theres also this one post i lost the link, but basically it shows how much progress u can make if u make loose sketches vs full on rendered illustrations vs a mix of both, again this depends entirely on u bc things r different for everyone! i think that post is really good for teaching abt art progress (if any1 knows where it is pls do link!), i think focusing on sketches n practice is better tho bc it helps u draw more freely n loosely! i think that speeds up ur process more as well n doesnt make u lose interest immediately compared 2 focusing on finishing 1 big rendered illust (talking from experience) but then again its different for every1 so honestly just experiment n see what feels right for u!

i wna say tho that although it is good to make sure ur drawing looks right its also good to just let yourself draw freely, i think what matters is that u understood the structures of something and as long as ur able to apply that in ur own way i think thats gud! i think drawing freely helps u draw more fluidly? like having more expression is what i mean. ive gotten into the "i have 2 make this look right" hole before n i noticed it made my art look stiff, so highlyy recommend doing gesture drawing n life studies! rmb to have fun when practicing n learning,

dont pressure urself too much! enjoy the experience :] ! messy sketches r good!! not everything has to look good or perfect! my sketchbooks from way back were just doodles, pencil sketches no color mostly, theres an occasional lined one w markers , ballpen, n some highlighters, n my drawings were either smth funny that happened w me n frens with our personas or making ocs for my faves or ocs for me in general!

ur sketchbook doesnt have to look pretty its like ur diary but its art ykno! ur thoughts in visual form for the day! (again all up to u as long as u have fun! its all different 4 everyone!)

anw tysm again!! sorry if this was all over the place HAHSAW i tried my best but these r the tips i keep in mind most of the time or the ones i hold closest to me n that i try to apply as much as i cud! if u need anything else clarified just lmk! not the best w words but hopefully it helps :'')! most of the stuff i mentioned here i also need to take into practice HAHWHAW so mb its gud 4 me to write this down so i can finally push myself to do stuff,

#but yeah as ive mentioned go crazy!!#have fun with ur art! thats what matters the most #the bond ull have w ur art will b so precious! pls take care of it!#makes me think of my relationship w my art rahh being in art college kinda ruined it bc of the pressure im trying to rebuild it as much #as i can bc art means sm 2 me!!#i wish u luck on ur art journey anon may we have fun learning art n achieve our goals!#ask tag #anon #this is making me reminisce old times #hope this helps!! i was jumping each part so yea sry again if its messy #art advice #? HAHSHAW i am not the best w this tho im still learning !! always learning anything specific like anatomy help i cannot #but things like these i think i can?? HAHSHDA #also sry if this is like the same things every1 has said before but its true!!!! they r right!#nowadays ppl have a lot of access to knowledge compared 2 before so make use of em!! lots of art tutorials around

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jonesy-and-max · 11 months

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part 12: Interlude

The drive back home was quiet.

“I don’t see why your sister couldn’t’ve driven you home.”

It could have been quieter, in Gina’s opinion.

“She had a thing, dad.” Gina rolled her eyes as she stared out the window of the station wagon.

“Hm.”

Everything that had happened was still swirling in her mind. Had she really made out with Max? The idea of it sounded crazy, and yet she was almost sure that’s what happened not too long ago. It felt like an out of body experience, like maybe someone else did it, or it was a dream she had once. That’s not to say it was bad, or even that she regretted it. Very much the opposite in fact. The only thing gnawing at her insides was how her sister was going to react. She already knew it wasn’t going to be good. Max would tell her, because he tells her everything. She felt her stomach knot up.

Gina and her father sat in silence for the rest of the drive home. He didn’t ask her about her day and she didn’t ask him about his. She could hear him huff and sigh every so often. Forced to put pants and shoes back on to pick up his youngest daughter. An almost fourteen minute drive back and forth. An absolute travesty, an insult to his Friday evening and his very being. Didn’t she know he had been sitting? Didn’t she even care?

They parked in the driveway and as soon as her father was inside the house he made a beeline for his bedroom to change back into his comfy clothes. Gina scoffed in indignation, abandoned in the driveway. She made her way inside, closed the door behind her and stood in the living room, hesitating, her thoughts tumbling in her head. She knew she must be really shaken because of what she decided to do next. Her world was definitely crumbling down around her, as she prepared herself to take desperate, drastic action.

“Hey…mom?”

Connie was snacking from a bowl of chips, ever so daintily, picking one chip with her long pink and white press-on-nails, and placing it in her mouth. She was watching an old episode of Entertainment Tonight, she had been recording them on VHS ever since technology had allowed her the habit.

“Ginny baby! What’re you doing home so early? It’s Friday night, you should be out dancing!” She did an excited little shimmy, just to amuse herself.

“No, mom. I…” If Gina could cringe any harder, she would’ve torn a hole in space and time, “I need…some…advice.” She choked out the word “advice” and gagged a little, holding back her utter revulsion.

Connie just stared at her youngest daughter, mouth agape, “Oh my god, it’s finally happening…” She whispered, in awe, to herself. “Yes!” She said, possibly a little too loudly, “What can I help you with, baby?”

She quickly made the spot on the couch next to her welcoming, moving some blankets around to look like a protective nest, a safe place for sharing. She brushed the chip crumbs from her cleavage and fussed with her hair. She shook her head and composed herself as Gina sat next to her, tentative and on edge.

“Ok,” Connie had been waiting for this moment and she was not going to let it slip through her fingers, “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Gina chewed her thumbnail.

“Have you ever liked a boy, that, like, maybe you shouldn’t, or whatever?”

“Oh, honey. You just described every single guy I’ve ever dated. Or just any guy in general!” Connie politely chuckled, not trying to scare her daughter off so soon.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean sometimes, that’s the entire allure.”

“See…so, like, that’s also what I’m kind of worried about. Like? That maybe I don’t even really like him? That maybe it’s just ‘cause, like…”

“He’s off-limits?” Connie finished her thought.

“Yeah!” Gina’s excitement quickly turned to guilt, “But that’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Sweetie! It’s so good to see you developed some empathy!”

Gina sneered.

Connie thought for a moment, “You know, it depends? Would messing around with this guy hurt somebody? Would it hurt you in the end?”

Gina was quiet as she thought about the question. She knew exactly who it would hurt. It might also hurt Max, in the end, and then yes, even herself.

“Yeah…maybe.”

“That’s the thing. Is being with this boy worth the hurt it might bring anyone involved?” Connie was nailing it. She knew it, and she was going to totally get herself a King Cone from the freezer afterwards as a reward.

Gina could feel the sting of oncoming tears behind her eyes, but managed to hold them back.

“It’s so dumb, mom,” Gina sighed and laughed, “He’s such a dork, and he’s so stupid, and he’s not even hot!”

“Is he kind?” Connie took Gina’s hands in hers, “Is he good to you? That’s all that matters, sweetheart.”

Gina rolled her eyes, then looked back up at her mother, their eyes meeting.

“He’s funny…”

Connie smiled. She was going to rub this in Ray’s face later. She was so winning at parenting right now, it was insane.

“And, it’s like, no matter how mean I am to him, he still wants to be around me?”

“Well that sounds like he might have self-esteem issues, sugarbug.” Connie patted Gina’s hand.

Gina looked like she was mulling this over, her eyes looked down, then up, she narrowed her eyes in contemplation.

“No, yeah, that doesn’t seem to concern me.”

Connie nodded, “You see, at the end of the day, there’s only one, truly, important question every woman needs to ask herself about a man,” Connie tilted her head to the side and with maternal warmth asked, “Do you think he’s the kind of guy who’d happily go down on you for, like, an hour and half?”

“Ew-UH! Muh-OM!!” Gina pulled her hands from Connie’s, “Jesus!”

Gina stormed out of the living room, embarrassed and disgusted.

“Did you get that sense from him?? Cause if the answer is ‘yes' he’s a keeper!!” Connie called after her, “Hmf.” Connie crossed her arms, alone once again in the living room, “Well, I think I still earned that King Cone.”

Gina rushed to the stairs, but stopped short in front of the door leading to the basement, her sister’s bedroom. She looked behind her, to see if anyone was watching. Her mom was eating ice cream and back to watching her show, humming happily to herself. Her father was back in his sweatpants and robe, his face buried in some kind of textbook with a large “C++” on the cover. No one was paying attention, which didn’t surprise her in the slightest.

She flicked on the stairway light and quietly shut the door behind her. Lightly proceeding down into the dark, she found the bedroom light and turned it on. She stood at the foot of the stairs, just taking in her sister’s lair for a moment or two. There was an earthy aroma of weed that had settled permanently into the room, mixed with the smell of sweat and unwashed clothes. It wasn’t a smell of body odor, or anything unpleasant, in fact, it made Gina feel comfortable, even giving her a strange sense of nostalgia. Her sister’s room smelled like old memories.

She wandered over to the cluttered desk against the wall and pulled open the top right drawer. It had a lock on it, but it was broken, and Gina knew her sister had been too lazy or distracted to fix it. There was a nearly empty pack of Camels and a few discarded lighters scattered among the random junk that filled the drawer. Gina helped herself to one of the cigarettes, lit it, and pocketed the lighter. The one with the printed on diamonds and purple background had caught her eye. Jonesy’s desk had two stacks of comics she was meaning to bag and board, guitar magazines, unorganized vhs tapes, and, of course, a t-shirt or two. Gina picked up the comic resting on top of one of the stacks. Bone #9, it had a funny little white cartoon character on the front hammering in signs that pointed to a barn, warning of some kind of dangerous, mystery cow. Gina flipped through the black and white pages, reading here and there, before returning it to its place on top of the pile. Jonesy had most of her tapes organized and on display on a black shelf nailed into the wall. Gina perused the titles like she was in her own private Popcorn Video. She ran her finger across the titles and landed on Chain-Slaughter.

They love this stupid movie so much, she thought to herself. It was years ago, she must have been eleven or twelve when she saw it for the first time. Jonesy and Max were having one of their many sleepovers, Gina could hear them in the basement through the vents, laughing and shouting. It was hard to express how much she wanted to be part of their fun. She lay awake in bed that night, listening, until finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She crept down the stairs and opened the basement door, the chain lock on the door catching before she could open it any further. In a small voice she called down to her sister and Max, hoping they would allow her entrance into their world, if only briefly. Jonesy was annoyed, but Max insisted that it was destiny she had arrived just in time. They were just about to watch Chain-Slaughter (for maybe the hundredth time), and if Gina was going to stop being a baby she needed to experience it. Jonesy was quickly convinced and agreed with Max, if Gina was to level up, she needed to see the greatest slasher flick ever made. Max pulled Gina in between them, wrapped her in a blanket, and placed the popcorn bucket in her lap so the three of them could all share.

I was way too young to see this, Gina smiled and took a drag from her cigarette, That was a good night. Suddenly, she could see herself stealing glances up at Max as he watched the movie. Was that the night? Fuck. She put the tape back on the shelf. Okay, so maybe I’ve been crushing on him for longer than I’d like to admit, She sighed and rolled her eyes at herself, Ewww. God!

Gina returned the movie to its spot on the shelf and put out her cigarette in the ashtray Jonesy had made in art class in 6th grade. It was time to stop dicking around and get what she came for; kneeling at the foot of the bed, Gina pulled out a trunk, hidden underneath. The trunk was weathered and covered in stickers. Radio stations, bands, there were a few vending machine WWF and Simpsons stickers here and there, too. The combo to the lock was an exquisitely predictable 4-20-69. She’d never be one to describe her sister as particularly clever or complicated. She removed the lock and flipped up the latch, allowing her access to what Jonesy considered her personal treasures. Among the cans of spray paint, a pair of nunchucks, seven curious issues of Playboy (and one Hustler), a pellet gun, two switchblades, a butterfly knife, various trinkets that no doubt had some memory ascribed to them only her sister knew, and a carton of Marlboros, was what Gina had been looking for - the large ziploc bag that held her sister’s weed. She pocketed a couple of large nugs, the butterfly knife, and a pack of Marlboros for the road. She locked the trunk back up and slid it back underneath the bed.

She’ll never even notice, Gina rationalized her thievery and headed up the stairs.

Once in her room, Gina packed her bong and took a few sizable rips until she felt she was nice and toasty. She undressed, desperate to wash off the day in a lazy, hot shower. Closing the lid of the toilet she set her boombox down and pressed rewind, bringing her favorite mixtape back to its start. She never showered without music, it was the best way to drown out any unwanted shower-time musings. Those ugly little contemplative thoughts that only relaxing in the private, empty space of the shower seemed to resurrect. Every embarrassing moment, every lost argument, all clawing from the grave of her mind like the undead, starving for her shame, guilt and self-loathing. She turned the hot and cold handles until the water was the right temperature. Steam was already beginning to rise, warming the chilly, slightly claustrophobic bathroom of the Jones house.

“Zee-One HUNdred!” A chorus of voices sang from the boombox. “Lake's End's number one hit music station!” Followed by a small commercial break and finally the familiar ‘WOO-WOO’ intro of C’Mon N’ Ride It (The Train), by Quad City DJ’s. Gina had spent a painstaking number of weeks patiently waiting for her favorite songs to play on the radio, recording them in the precise order she intended. It took an undefinable amount of luck, timing, and perseverance for her to craft the exact mix she had woven together in her mind. She currently had a collection of 89 tapes dating back ten years. They were her most precious possessions. Gina didn’t have a diary or a journal, she didn’t take pictures or celebrate milestones, she had her collection of mixtapes. They marked her progression from child, to teenager, to burgeoning adult. In every tape, every song, was a moment in her life, that when she listened to it she almost felt like she could travel back to that time. Just the right song would evoke the feelings, the ephemeral feelings that had no name, except that they would make her ache for the past with a pain that had no definition.

She tried not to dwell on the events of the day as she let the water pour over her, but it was increasingly difficult to keep them away. Her sister was going to find out, no doubt soon, knowing Max he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut for long.

I should be able to kiss who I want. I wanted to kiss Max, so what? What business is it of hers, I mean. Gina thought to herself, knowing full well it was her sister’s business to some extent. The two of them had been at odds since Gina had entered adolescence. Gina had actively gone out of her way to make her big sister’s life miserable whenever the opportunity presented itself. Max, too. She loved tormenting Max just as much as Jonesy.

It’s just not fair, Gina’s thoughts slithered through her mind, I like movies. I love music. I like all those things those losers like. Did they ever ask me to go to the movies? Once?? Fuck their precious movie night, Her brow furrowed, she clenched her jaw. And what the fuck are they always laughing about? I always see them and they’re laughing. So fucking funny! She caught herself, took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly, unknowingly trying to ground herself. Gina, get a grip.

Brandy’s voice swirled in the bathroom as Sittin’ Up in My Room began to play. Gina felt guilty for the venom she had allowed to drip into her thoughts. Of course her sister would be pissed off at her, and Max, for what they did. She had done some really shitty things to her sister over the years. There was the time she had locked her in that port-a-potty, she was stuck in there for at least three hours. Then there was the time she shaved off her eyebrows before her graduation. That was pretty messed up, she had to admit to herself. When it came to Max, the amount of times she’d slapped, punched, knuckle-tapped, spit on, called the cops on, tripped, kicked, and conned that poor sweet mangy moron, was uncountable. All the things she had done had been pretty terrible, but this? Jonesy might actually take this personally, she was especially territorial when it came to Max.

Why now? Gina tried to understand herself. It would be years before she had the emotional maturity and self-awareness to fully answer this question. It may seem obvious, the moment at Snap-Mart where Jonesy and Max came to her defense, without hesitation and without recompense. After all the hundreds of little cuts, year after year, none of it mattered to them. It was all different now. She wouldn’t be able to articulate this new feeling inside of her, but it was there, a small fire had begun to burn in her heart for her sister and it began to grow wild for Max.

#opening day #story #oc #original story #ao3 #writing #original characters #ao3 writer #wattpad #clerks #90s #nostalgia #videocore

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blackenedwhite97 · 3 years

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Coming Out [Poly! Erasermic x {Fem}Reader]

Hello! this was a requested fic from like before Christmas. I'M A MESS I KNOW I'M SORRY! I’ll be catching up at some point, I'm in my final sem at uni and have MAJOR senioritis. Me no do unless me have to. Instead, now I just spend my time staring at the existential abyss the threatens to swallow my ceiling and think about everything I'm procrastinating. But I digress...

Content Warning: This story is of a negative experience coming out as poly to your family, this deals with rejection from the reader's mother, father, and a grandparent. This story demonstrates Homophobia, xenophobia, traditionalist and conservative values and attitudes and may be triggering to some folks.

This story includes a Polyamorous relationship

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

Word Count: 3.7 K (A baby story)

Y/N --- 4:06pm

Hey can my roomates come to dinner?

DAD --- 4:06

You mean the gays?

Y/M --- 4:08

Please don’t call them that. Neither of them are gay anyways, there’s more than just gay or straight.

DAD --- 4:10

Yeah whatever. Let your mom decide.

MOM --- 5:12

Sure, they can come.

Mom --- 5:23

Gma might be coming dinner tho. Maybe talk to them?

That conversation should have been enough of a warning for how the evening was going to transpire. At news of your grandmother attending dinner, you panicked and tried to back out of your plans. You had been growing steadily farther apart from your parents anyways, barely seeing them more that once a year if that. It’s not like they didn’t have their suspicions anyways, to them you were a single woman living in the big city sharing an apartment with two gay men. Not that they’d ever been to the apartment. If they had they might have notice that one of the two “bedrooms” was being used as an office. Earlier on in the relationship you were so deeply uncomfortable being around your parents alone, that you had Shouta come with you every visit because you were so paranoid you were just going to come out on the spot.

At first your parents were sure that you and Shouta were together. He had subconsciously cleaned up quite nice the first few times he met your parents anyways, wanting to make a good impression on them if you finally did tell them about your polyamorous relationship. Then as time went on you got busier and started to see them less. Shouta’s parents lived in the suburbs and you saw them on holidays, plus Shouta had come out to them as being bisexual a long time ago and hadn’t felt much pressure to hide the polyamorous nature of your relationship to begin with. Hizashi’s mom was still a city dweller in her 60’s and on top of doing the cute mom things like baking fantastic cookies and handing down family jewelry to the daughter in law, she’d also taken Hizashi and Shouta to their first pride in Tokyo and had an in-home recording studio where she recorded for local punk bands. She was, quite literally, a cool mom.

You gnawed vigorously at your thumbnail, not quiet biting the whole way through, instead riddling it with dents and cracks. Chewing your nails wasn’t a habit you’d always had, it became a sort of silent worry thing you started to do when you got to your agency and had to remain still and quiet during briefings, no matter how terrible the news was. Your ruined nail beds were an atrocity to Hizashi, who had paid several times for you to get a manicure to get your nails short and evenly trimmed so you could manage them on your own. You still somehow found a way to gnaw on the short squared off nubs of your nails though, and it drove him nuts. Shouta cared less, his hands were in ridiculous shape, he was callused and bruised, cracked and flaking all over the place and Hizashi would regularly force moisturizer on them. Shouta cared more about figure out the root stress, it’s not that Hizashi didn’t, he just didn’t know how to, so he settled for pampering you.

“It’s dead.” Hizashi huffed from the bedroom door. “Obliterated, actually.”

“Hmm?” You looked up from your phone, you hadn’t been reading any of the messages in the chat for a good few minutes and just let your eyes unfocus instead. You yanked your thumb from your mouth and hid it below the table like a child caught with a sweet they’d snuck from the kitchen before dinner, you knew he saw.

“Your nail.” Hizashi gently patted the end of his hair with his special fluffy towel that he’d convinced you and Shouta he needed to control his frizz (which he didn’t have) and padded towards the kitchen table where you sat. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as he strode around you.

“What’s up, love?” he murmured softly, leaning against the table next you. One of his legs propped up on the chair to your right and leaned down to look at your phone screen.

“This is going to go horribly.” You breathed, panicked as you set your phone down on the table.

“You don’t know that.” Hizashi looked back up at you and smiled sweetly.

“Not everyone’s mom is a cool rocker lady in her 60’s who lives in the heart of downtown still and is fully supportive of her child’s bisexual polyamorous relationship with their childhood best friend and an ex-small-town girl with an ultra-conservative family.” You huffed out in one long breath.

“That was oddly specific.” He chuckled softly. “What about Sho’s parents, they’re conservative?”

“Yeah, but his parents are at least polite and send us both Christmas gifts every year and keep any and all of their shittier opinions to themselves because they want their son to be happy.” You groaned dramatically, dropping your head onto his thigh, using the extra meat to muffle the noise.

“Y-your-” Hizashi’s leg twitched from the vibrations of your groan. “Your parents want you to be happy too, Y/n.”

You groaned into his thigh, trying to explain the difference between your parent’s and Shouta’s. Hizashi laughed and gently grabbed the side of your face, lifting it so you were no longer muffled by his leg.

“Try again.” He instructed.

“They only want me to be happy if it fits into their rigid frame of what acceptable happiness looks like.” You explained again.

“Hey,” Hizashi ran his thumb back and forth across your cheek, “have faith, baby. They’re your family, they love you.”

If only he’d been right.

Shouta was the know it all, the one that way always right. Hizashi on the other hand was quiet used to being the one that was not always right, he had no hubris about his intelligence what-so-ever. So much so that sometimes you and Shouta had to remind him that he was intelligent and offered a lot of knowledge and wisdom in many many ways: public speaking, social relationships, radio scripting, he spoke two languages fluently as well. However, this one-time Hizashi wished dearly that he had been right, that he was an insufferable know it all who never got it wrong. It was a different twisted feeling in his gut, sitting the back seat watching you try to keep it together in the front seat, than the usual mild embarrassment that faded after a couple of minutes when he was wrong about something. That was damn near luxurious compared to the painful knot tearing into his stomach.

The silence in the car was so dense and absolute that it almost physically gagged Hizashi and Shouta, the two of them were too afraid to say anything and break it. It felt as though the heavy silence was keeping you from breaking, as if it were applying enough pressure at all sides to keep the thin veneer of composure you were managing together. You felt it too, along with the heavy weight that was nearly crushing your chest, the thick doughy lump clogging your throat and the tremble in your lips. You took a deep breath, it getting caught halfway and freezing in to an unrealized sob that you pushed down.

Shouta huffed and pulled off to the side of the dark country road, slowing into the gravelly shoulder. He turned in his seat to face you, undoing his seat belt so he could fully turn his body. You kept your eyes out the window, trying with all your might not to let the tears that clouded your eyes to fall. You knew you’d need to cry about this, about your parents and their conditional love. You knew that this was something you would need to deal with, but you didn’t want to at this moment. You wanted to go home, take some sleeping medication and go to sleep, you wanted to wait until the open wound in your chest had stopped bleeding to begin treating it.

Your father was being facetious about your living arrangement as usual, whenever he was faced with Shouta and Hizashi his first reaction was to constantly point out that fact that you were a woman living with two men and that if they weren’t gay that one of them should have married you by now. Shouta and Hizashi had taken these comments like water rolling off of a duck’s back, Hizashi even grinned and mumbled something about your father tempting him. You could have kept your mouth shut, you could have kept your cool but Shouta’s hand was brushing against your thigh and you felt it tense into an annoyed fist. Something about Shouta’s minimal reaction lit a fire in you, more like an explosion. It was a surge of very sudden and very ferocious courage that lasted a split second and no longer. You’d practically shouted it, the ringing in your ears drowning whatever words you’d used out.

You were met with complete and utter silence, shock and fear thick in the air. You’d almost believed for a moment that you hadn’t done it, that you’d just shouted randomly and just scared everyone. But then your dad stood up, his shocked open mouth flattening out into a hard straight line, this jaw swelling as he clenched it.

“W-what?” he growled, stepping back from the table as if you were a threat.

You were ready to backtrack, you were so ready to just laugh and pretend you were fucking with him. But you spared a glance to Shouta and Hizashi, their faces pale and guilty. They, regardless of what you could say in an attempt to cover up what you’d just said, were basically admitting to it already. You instinctively shrunk back into your chair like you’d do when you were younger at the dinner table whenever something uncomfortable would come up. You could tell everyone was at a loss for words, the difference was that you were scared and at a loss for words, Shouta and Hizashi were shocked and at a loss for words and your father was steaming angry and at a loss for words.

Your mother, who had always been the least confrontational of the two turned away from you and almost in a show of disgust immediately went to comfort your grandmother. It was as if you were an afront to goodness, an act of moral atrocity being committed in front of them. Your father began to barrage you with passive aggressive questions and accusations towards Shouta and Hizashi. He was trying to understand while at the same time refusing to give you a chance to explain. You stopped listening after the first few sentences that came out of his mouth, falling back into an internal monologue filled with regret. He must have said something exceptionally terrible because in an instant Shouta was standing, his arm reaching out to separate you from him and he was shouting. Shouta never shouted, he barely voiced any form of annoyance or frustration in general when it wasn’t a learning moment for his students, but here he was on his feet volleying harsh word with your father.

Hizashi, you realized was attempting damage control, his hands raised and his voice lower than either of the other two men’s. You blinked back into the present, as noise filled your ears, you mother was crying, your father and Shouta were shouting and Hizashi was rambling panicked. You took a couple of deep breaths and stood up on shaky legs, gripping Shouta’s protective arm for support, and looked your father in the eyes. He faltered at the direct eye contact and you saw an opening where there was less shouting to contend with.

“Stop,” you hissed through gritted teeth. “this is why I never wanted to tell you! Why I was perfectly okay with living away from you guys for the rest- This is why I haven’t been home.”

Your mother gasped a ragged, tear-filled breath. She’d expressed before that she’d wished she could see you more often, that she’s noticed you’d been coming home less and less. You’d been good at covering it up, saying you were busy with work and simply couldn’t get the time off. You knew that what you’d just said hurt her, not in the way it should have. It hurt her because you’d just told them it was their fault that you felt unwelcomed here and not because you were afraid of your own parents.

“How long?” she breathed.

“Three years.” You sniffed, hand tightening around Shouta’s wrist.

“THREE?! THR-” your father bellowed in disbelief. “For three years they’ve been brainwashing and forcing themselves on you?!”

Suddenly you understood why Shouta had leapt up, you had just now caught up with the conversation. Red hot anger flared up in your chest, the mere insinuation that you were being forced in anyway to be with your partners filled you with utter rage.

“No!” You growled, for the first time in your life matching your father’s volume. “For three years they’ve been by my side, showing up at the hospital when I got hurt at work, celebrating my promotions at the agency, helping me make a home that I feel safe in and actually fucking caring about me!”

There was silence again, this one was thin but not light in anyway, like it was a delicate thread barely holding a great weight from falling and crushing you.

“We care for you.” You mother said darkly.

“No,” you swallowed hard, “you haven’t for a long time.”

“Get out.” You father growled.

Hizashi was already moving, grabbing your coats from the back of the chairs and pulling Shouta by the arm away from the table. It took you a good long second to move, even then it was because Shouta latched onto your shoulders and Hizashi tugged him along.

“I’m sorry.” Shouta whispered, his hand finding yours in your lap. You kept your eyes focused out the window at the pitch-black fields with barely visible for off golden dots of light. You couldn’t talk.

You heard Hizashi shuffling around in the back seat, scooting closer to you and his hand joined Shouta’s, pulling up onto the storage compartment between the seats. It was cracking, that veneer.

“It’s not your fault.” Hizashi murmured.

You sniffed hard, biting int you bottom lip. Of course, it wasn’t your fault that your parents didn’t accept you, that you weren’t good enough or right for them, that you weren’t on par with the apparent morality of the rest of the family. It wasn’t your fault that they were backwards people with terrible ideas of how a person should be. It still didn’t hurt any less that you couldn’t meet those backwards ideals, that you couldn’t be the right kind of person for them.

“Y/n,” Shouta whispered, gently grabbing your chin and turning your face towards them.

They were looking at you the way a mother looks at her crying baby in the first few months, the desperate need to connect and nurture glowing in their eyes. They were filled with worry, with pity, with understanding but also, with fear. No doubt, what had just happened had been traumatic for them too. Looking into their emotion filled eyes you felt that veneer shatter, falling away and unleashing that mournful sobbing that had been trapped inside.

Shouta pulled you towards him, holding you firmly to his chest placing his head atop yours. You vaguely felt Hizashi disappear from you for a moment, but you were too preoccupied with the trembling muscles seizing violently in your chest. Then you felt him sliding in behind you, only now realizing he’d stepped out of the car and slide in through your door as he shut it behind him. He draped himself over you rubbing circles into your back.

“It’s not your fault.” He murmured into your hair over and over again.

At first you didn’t really focus on it, thinking it idle words of comfort but the more he said the more it sunk in. The more your realized that you were holding onto the hope that there was something about this, about you, that you could fix. With every repetition of those four words that false hope chipped away and that heavy weight in your chest began to fall away. It was still painful, it still felt like you had a pen festering wound that you’d never fully heal from, but it also felt lighter. It felt as though a burden you’d believed was yours to bear was suddenly the responsibility of the many.

“You don’t have to change,” Shouta whispered softly as your sobs ebbed into weak beaths, “they do.”

That reignited some tears, to hear what you needed to said so plainly. Shouta was good at that, putting those intangible thoughts and feelings into plain words. You cried until the tears and the worry and the late hour caught up with you, until your head felt heavy and waterlogged and you slumped backwards into Hizashi sniffing. You cried until your wavering breaths evened out and your tired mind fell to silence. Hizashi pulled you into his lap and cradled you against him like a parent holding and oversized child, running his hand slowly through your hair.

When you awoke you were swaddled thoroughly with the fuzzy blanket from the couch Shouta hated because it shed and sandwiched between the two men who snored away. As you blinked in the early morning light that just barely peaked through the blinds you noticed the red rims around Hizashi’s eyes and deep-set circles under Shouta’s as if they both been awake all night. Shouta was still in his dress shirt and Hizashi had stripped down to his boxers and pulled his hair back into a sloppy bun. Neither were properly snoring which told they hadn’t been asleep for very long.

You tried to ignore what had happened last night, what had led to the heavy feeling in your head and crusty dry eyes and tight cheeks. You tried to pretend that they had stayed up for work, that they you had swaddled yourself up in the blanket nor because you were sad but because you just wanted to be cozy. Then you heard a phone vibrate on the nightstand and any and all work towards denial washed away as you dreaded checking it. It could just be a work thing, it could be Hizashi’s phone even though he’d never had it on silent even once since you’ve known him. It could have been Shouta’s vibrating against the wooden table even though you could see his slightly peeking out of his back pocket.

You sighed and sat up, daring the smallest of glances at the nightstand. It was your phone screen that was lit up, several notifications on the screen. You groaned and laid back down, scrunching your eyes shut begging for sleep to suddenly and miraculously take you. It buzzed again and you huffed. Fine. You’ll check it. I guess someone could be dying. I do stop that from happening for a living.

You very cautiously crawled over Hizashi and reached to get your phone, electing not to look at it until you settled back between your boys. You scrolled though your notifications, weather, news, a work email, a second email from a contact that made your blood run cold and three missed calls and two answering machine messages from the same contact. Grandma. Your hands trembled at you unlocked your phone and typed int your voicemail password. You held the phone up to you ear and listen to the first message which was more or less just some frustrated grandma noises and mumbles about the inconvenience of technology, followed briefly by a set of hellos. If you hadn’t been ready to shit yourself, you’d have laughed. Then the second played and you had to take a deep breath to hold yourself together enough to keep listening.

“Hello? Hello? Y/n? Oh shi- well this is just ridiculous. Y/n, I don’t know if you can hear me, or maybe this is your answering machine, I don’t know I can’t hear too well but-” her soft worn voice said into the phone, “I want you to know that I love you. Your parents love you too, even if they did not act like it tonight.”

She paused and your eyes welled up with tears, a lump forming in your throat. It was this strange feeling of pure sadness but also happiness and relief.

“Those boys,” she continued, “probably would have killed your father last night if they had the chance. I’m not saying I get it, but they sure do love you, sweetheart. I quite like the blond one he is very-”

The message cut off and the automated voice asked you what you wanted to do with the message. All you could do was laugh, laugh and cry. You were still sad, still in pain, but it was already starting to feel less life-ending.

“Hey,” Shouta mumbled blearily, “S’okay. I’m here.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, trying to pull himself from sleep. You hugged him back and massaged the back of his scalp gently.

“Listen to this.” You sniffed.

He nodded and you pressed repeat, listening to the whole second message through again. You watched as a smile spread across his sleepy lips and he laughed softly. He pouted suddenly when it ended, his eyebrows pulling together as much as his drowsy state would let them.

“What?” you asked, worried he’d heard something you‘d missed.

“Why does she like Zash more?” he grumbled, barely awake now.

You smiled and curled into him, electing not to answer knowing that he wouldn’t like being told that Hizashi is more sociable than him. Besides, you smiled to yourself, he’d be asleep in a matter of seconds.

You were still hurt; you still had that big open wound in your chest. But with Shouta and Hizashi at your side you knew you’d heal; you knew they’d give you anything you needed. You knew that your grandmother was right, that these two boys loved you very much.

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bby-bo · 3 years

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“Quaratine Fantasies”

i am TERRIFIED to post this bc i’ve never ever written smut before, but I couldn’t let this idea go unwritten🥲🥲🥲. someone please message me w pointers or constructive criticism or just gimme your thoughts !! (also the title of this makes me giggle)

- bo

Pairing: Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, solo prohero!Midoriya, fist fucking, begging, tiny daddy kink in there too

Summary: In which Pro Hero Deku buys a Peloton to keep himself in shape during quarantine, but can’t keep the fantasies of his instructor at bay

It goes without saying that a Pro Hero needs to keep themselves in great shape, even during a pandemic. So to make sure he wasn’t going to be falling behind in the hero charts once quarantine ended, Pro Hero Deku bought himself a Peloton bike.

After getting himself all set up, bike pieces properly constructed and computer screen plugged in, he changed into some light workout gear and filled a water bottle before slipping on the bike shoes and clipping in. His fingers worked across the screen, scrolling through the different filters for the cycling classes.

“Let’s see you can go by class length, music, instructor…” Thinking aloud, he pressed the 45 minute length and decided to see what the algorithm suggested to him for a first class. There on the top row was a video suggestion, and the instructor presented on the thumbnail had Midoriya immediately clicking on it without hesitation.

The thumbnail was a photo of you, sitting up high on the bike seat with your hands on your hips, your body was beautifully displayed in a matching set of leggings and a sports bra with the Peloton logo as your head tilted slightly in a genuine happy smile. Midoriya quickly realized he had possibly made the best purchase of his entire quarantine stress shopping. And his realization was only solidified when the video automatically started to play. Your voice came through the speakers, strong and sweet, as you looked directly into the camera to give a quick introduction to everyone at home.

“Hello Peloton and welcome to your 45 minute tibatta ride! My name is Y/N L/N and I will be leading you in today’s Beyoncé ride! I mean who the hell doesn’t want a whole track list of Queen B? Before we start let's check in with our form…” Jumping right into the ride, you started moving your legs, oh god your legs- they were defined with lean yet strong muscles that Midoriya couldn’t drag his eyes from.

What Midoriya wasn’t expecting was how hard the class was going to be. Sure he had basically full control over the weight beneath the pedals and the speed of his legs but having you to draw up a workout like that for him wasn’t something a busy pro hero would ever overlook. Not only that but hearing the soft sigh of breath that you let out at the end of the final hard push of the workout was worth every single minute of the class. Dragging his body to the floor to stretch, then across his apartment to shower, Midoriya was already thinking ahead to tomorrow’s class.

“If I take an hour long class then I’ll basically be getting more time with her” Midoriya shocked himself at his own thoughts. He saw you one time through a screen and now he’s hooked? He hadn’t ever met a girl like that even in person, yet here he was, mind consumed by you already. Shaking himself out of his stupor, Midoriya settled himself into bed for another quiet evening in quarantine. Dinner eaten, TV shows watched, he was left with absolutely nothing else to do. Pulling out his phone he clicked the icon for Instagram, looking up your name. 600K followers???? Midoriya practically choked, not having realized how popular your occupation made you- even though he himself had millions of followers from being so well known in his own line of work.

Hitting the follow button then scrolling through your feed, Midoriya found himself repeatedly zooming in on your posts. One of your most recent posts was you in bed, a timer camera photo set up so that the city skyline could be seen out the windows behind you. The morning sun poured through the windows, the duvet fluffed up around you covering much of your figure from the chest down, a steaming mug of tea between your palms. The photo captured you in a natural state, hair slightly messy and body definitely not dressed; such a contrast to the ponytail and tight fitting workout set he saw you in earlier. Pinching the photo to zoom in, he brought his eyes to where one of your legs poked out, the skin from your lower thigh down to your feet bared to the world.

All of a sudden Midoriya found himself thinking back to your cycling class video, how your body moved up and down with the pedals of the bike, midriff bared and breasts hardly contained in the sports bra. Midoriya felt almost like he was disrespecting you, eyeing you in your workplace like that. But to be honest he just couldn’t help himself. Ridding himself of his shirt and lying back in the dark grey sheets of his bed, Midoriya let his mind wander as he dragged a slow hand down his chest.

His thoughts were stuck on the way your thighs pushed hard against the weight of the pedals, wondering if they would flex and clench that way on either side of his head. Wondering how they would feel underneath his palms as his fingertips gripped into the flesh over his shoulders. His breathing picked up as he lifted his hips to kick off his sweatpants, tossing them somewhere else in his room. Toying with the hem of his boxers, Midoriya teased his growing erection, dragging two fingers down the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

He pictured your body, splayed out on the sheets before him, hair over the pillows and body ready for him to explore. His mind traveled up from your thighs to your hips, then to your stomach all the way up to your breasts. He thought back to how they moved in tandem with your body, bouncing up and down as you pedaled on raised legs. He wanted to rip that sports bra right down the middle. He craved to see the material falling away to reveal the soft mounds to his hot gaze.

Midoriya brought his fingers to tease his clothed tip, pressing into the center of the wet spot spreading on his boxers, eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat. He pinched the very tip of the head lightly between his thumb and forefinger, dragging the two down either side of his cock putting pressure all the way down his fully hardening length. He lifted his hips once more, shoving his thumbs into his boxers to drag them down his legs, the band catching on his cock on it’s way down. The leaking tip came up to slap his muscled stomach, pre cum smearing above his navel as he quietly moaned at the sudden contact. Taking his length into his palm, Midoriya let his imagination run wild.

Fuck- he wanted you to look up at him from between his legs, eyes on his while you pressed kisses to the tip of his cock. He wanted to feel that tension between the two of you, wanted you to worship his body’s most sensitive parts in the same way that he so desperately wanted to worship yours. He wanted to feel the drag of your tongue, all the way from below his balls up to his wet slit. Bringing his hand below his cock, Midoriya mirrored the path your tongue would take, pressing down on that sensitive space between his heavy balls before dragging upwards. He wanted to feel your fingernails digging into his hips as he pressed into the hot cavern of your mouth, eyes still connected with his emerald ones as you took his length down your throat, his hand on the back of your head coaxing you further down his length.

Midoriya let out a long, low and gravelly moan, picturing your pretty mouth around the inches of his cock as he wrapped his fingers all the way around the hot skin of his shaft, moving up towards the head. He brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting into it softly before repeating the same back and forth motion in smooth strokes, the saliva making the friction of his palms that much better. His other hand came down to give his balls a hard squeeze, his entire lower body seizing up from the shock of pleasure.

“Fuck… Y/N, please” He let his moans out in earnest, unable to keep them at bay. God he was desperate for you, for your body, for your pussy. He could practically hear the way you would cry out with his fingers buried inside you, rewarding you for letting him fuck your mouth so well. He wanted to taste every drop of your slick from his fingers- no, directly on his tongue. Your hips squirming as his tongue circled and swirled over your clit, puffy from his mouth repeatedly sucking on the button. Your hips would squirm and writhe against his face, thoroughly soaking his mouth and chin in your arousal. Midoriya would press down across your hips with his forearm, holding your body against the sheets as his other hand was occupied pumping two thick fingers in and out of your dripping hole, preparing for the length of him to press into you.

Midoriya flipped his body over on his bed, his knees holding his hips up in the air as one arm came to support his weight beneath his head. His other hand formed a tight fist, and holding it just at his tip, slick with the mixture of saliva and pre cum, Midoriya slowly forced his entire length through the hole he formed. Watching as his balls gently pressed against his wrist, Midoriya was mesmerized by his own actions. Closing his eyes he began a quick pace fucking into his fist over and over again. He cried out at the sensation, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut tight.

He wanted to work his hips against yours, feel your walls flutter around him, smell the scent of sweat from the heat between your bodies as his weight moved against you. He so desperately wanted to hear you beg for him to make you cum, to make you feel good. Wanted to praise you because yes, you were such a good girl for letting him use your pussy like this. Midoriya’s mind was utterly lost in his fantasy of you, moaning and stuttering out his cravings of your body.

“Oh fuck yes- baby yes, I know you can take more for me” He tightened his fist, fucking hard into the little hole as his imagination convinced him it was your walls clamping down on him, his orgasm coiling quickly at the base of his cock, getting tighter and tighter.

His mind immediately brought up the sight of your post-workout face, that sigh exhaling from your lips as your eyes closed in a satisfied bliss. How easily he could imagine that face as your fucked out expression, his hands in a bruising grip on your hips as he drilled his cock into your pussy. How easily he could imagine the way your breasts would bounce with every thrust, your hands coming up to brace your body’s jarring movements as your fingernails dug into his biceps. How easily could he imagine the way your begging would reach his ears, smooth and thick like honey.

“Izuku please please please make me cum, I need it Daddy please..!”

“Ohhh fuck thats a good girl. Begging for me so good baby, but you gotta hold it. You can’t cum yet baby girl I know you can take it harder for me” He was totally lost in the sex of his fantasy and the lewd squelching of his wet cock fucking fast and aggressive into his fist, that coil at the base of his cock tightening more and more. He just needed to see you cum, to see your mouth open in ecstasy as you cried out his name. He would force you right over the edge, rubbing your clit with three fingers sliding in quick circles as he continued his harsh pace in and out of your clenching walls. He could practically feel you gush around him, your legs wrapping around his waist and pressing him even closer to you, as he chased his own high.

Midoriya’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his orgasm hit him hard. The wave of pleasure dragging him into another headspace, as his hips stuttered and worked every last drop of cum from his balls, the mess spilling out over his fingers, down his hand and dripping onto the sheets, as a long and pathetically loud moan ripped from his throat. Collapsing right on top of his sheets, uncaring of the mess beneath him, his post orgasm bliss buzzed throughout his entire body. How long had it been since he felt that good? Since he’s had a fantasy that vivid? How long had it been since he didn’t need his phone to help him cum??

Midoriya dragged his naked body up onto his feet, tugging the sheets off of his bed and throwing them into the washing machine on his way back to the bathroom. He needed another shower after all that. Scrubbing himself clean once more, Midoriya was overcome with embarrassment. He hadn’t even met you or spoken to you and he was already fucking you in his dreams?? He felt guilty about objectifying a stranger like that, but at the same time it just felt so good- so intense. Quarantine horniness had completely taken over him, and he prayed for this stupid virus to just disappear so he could take one of your classes in person, or ask you on a real date. Even just have a face to face interaction with you. Shit- he was so smitten. Midoriya groaned in frustration, the sound reverberating off the walls of the shower as he shoved his blushing face into his hands.

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lovemeleo · 3 years

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hii! could you write some o'knutzy fluff?

hey anon, hope you’re doing well and hope you enjoy this little bit of o’knutzy fluff! o’knutzy of course belongs to @lumosinlove.

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Moving to a completely new part of the country is extremely difficult. Not only are you miles and miles from where you called home for so long, but you’re away from your friends and family too. That was so difficult for Leo. Being in a different climate was extremely hard as well. Gryffindor was extremely different from New Orleans, where the lowest they got during winter was the 40s.

One of the biggest struggles Leo had was the lack of plants. This probably sounded weird, coming from a hockey player but ever since he was little, Leo loved growing things. He loved getting to put a little seed in the ground, watch it grow, and take care of it. It was even better when he got to use what he grew afterward. Leo loved growing different types of peppers, tomatoes, but he loved just growing regular plants as well. Whenever he wasn’t working, in school, or practicing, he could be found in the garden, fingers deep in the fresh dirt.

Sadly when he moved to Gryffindor and in with Finn, he had to give up his garden. They didn’t have a yard, and even if they did, it would be hard to have anything outside with the rapidly changing weather. His mom had been taking care of his garden back home, sending pictures but it wasn’t the same.

After showing his boys his garden when they visited his home, the two began formulating a secret plan. It was obvious their boyfriend missed his garden, missed the plants. It started with lots of research and planning. Finn and Logan spent so much time on gardening websites, asking experts questions, months of looking through plants that would be able to live in their area.

“We need to make sure they’re the plants that can live within Gryffindor,” Finn murmured, biting at his thumbnail as they scrolled through a local greenery’s website.

Logan’s hand came up, pulling the older boy’s hand from his mouth as he looked over the plants, “Stop biting, you’re gonna bleed. And we can do some pepper plants. Tomatoes. Maybe some garlic, that’d be cool.”

Nodding, Finn added the plants to their cart, “The planter we bought has two levels. So we could do one level with like food plants and one with just regular plants? We’ve got that Fiddle Leaf Fig or whatever, and a couple of others. I think that’ll be good.”

“With the food ones, I think we should just buy the seeds and leave spots open. Leo might want to plant them himself.” Logan said, adding some seed packets to their cart before they paid.

Leo had left to go home that morning for his mom’s birthday, planning to be back Sunday morning. It was now Friday afternoon and the two boys planned to have Leo’s garden ready when he got home.

Their order wasn’t ready until Saturday, so as soon as the greenery opened the next day, the boys went and picked it all up. After getting all the plants as well as the needed supplies to their apartment, Logan and Finn got to work. They had purchased an indoor garden that stacked with two shelves that were spread enough to let the bottom shelf still grow tall.

It took them almost all day to get it all set up. For the food shelf, they filled it with dirt but left the seed packets to the side. The other shelf was filled with different plants that had purified the air as well as some that just looked nice. The boys set up next to their balcony window so it could get sunlight.

Finn let out a sigh of relief as they looked over their finished product, “Well, fuck that was a lot. Don’t know how Leo used to do that every day, especially in the heat. Probably all tan… and sweaty.” His face took on a bit of a dreamy look before Logan swatted at him.

“Now is not the time for that, Harz. We still gotta clean up before gets home tomorrow.”

A whine was Finn’s only reply as they started to clean, getting the extra dirt off the floor and putting away the additional supplies in their storage closet.

After a quick shower, both boys stumbled to their bedroom, crawling into bed.

“It’s weird sleeping in here when one of us is missing,” Logan mumbled, his face already pressed into Leo’s pillow. Finn nodded into his back, his head resting against the soft skin of Logan’s shoulder as he closed his eyes.

“He’ll be back tomorrow. Then we can show him the surprise,” Finn said softly, pressing a kiss to his neck as he pulled Logan closer. “Sleep now.”

The boys were up early the next morning, getting the house was ready. They had to be at the airport to pick Leo up at 10 am and wanted to make sure everything was in order when he got home.

“I’m gonna throw the laundry in the dryer and then we can head to the airport,” Logan yelled to Finn who was picking up the kitchen. And by picking up, he was mostly tossing out empty to-go containers. Not much cooking got done when Leo was gone.

As soon as the last container was tossed, Finn was pulling on his jacket, “Alright, let’s go. Don’t want our sunshine out in the cold for too long.” Logan was following not long after, grabbing his keys and wallet before they were out the door.

Luckily for them, traffic wasn’t bad and they made it just in time; Leo walked out the airport doors as they pulled up.

“It’s unfair how fucking tan he is.” Finn huffed, a pout on his face but anyone could tell he loved how tan Leo got, especially when he went home.

A grin lit up Leo’s face as soon as he saw them, quickly walking to the car and climbing in the backseat, “Hello, mes amours. Missed you.” He said, quickly leaning forward to press a kiss to each of their cheeks as Logan headed home.

“We missed you more, mon soleil. How was your mom’s birthday?” Logan asked, unable to stop himself from glancing back at their boyfriend through the rearview mirror. Fuck, he really did look good.

Leo smiled, resting his head back on the headrest, “Good, very good. She sends her love to the both of you.”

“But more to me, right? I’m her favorite, non?” Logan said with a grin, glancing at the redhead next to him.

Finn shoved him, almost causing Logan to swerve, “That was before she met you. Now she knows what a shit you are.”

The car was filled with the sounds of their scuffle as Logan tried to fight Finn back while also keeping their car on the road. Leo couldn’t help the fond smile that spread on his face as he watched the two of them. Yeah, he had missed this.

When they got home, Logan and Finn turned to look at him as they got to their front door. Leo raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two of them, “What are y’all looking at it? Sorta creepy just staring at me like that…”

“We have a surprise for you,” Finn said, unable to stop the happy bounce as Logan opened the door. And there it was. His new little garden right in front of their big balcony window.

“W-what?” Leo said, eyes wide as he took in the new addition to their apartment.

Logan bit his lip nervously, “So we saw how much you loved your garden in New Orleans, and we wanted you to have one here…”

“So we decided to make your own little garden. The ones that are already planted are just like regular plants? Some of them purify the air, but others we just got cause we thought they looked pretty.” Finn continued, his anxious excitement causing him to ramble a bit. “We left the other shelf empty because we figured you might want to plant the food ones yourself, but we got a bunch of seeds!”

Leo walked forward, his fingers running gently over the edge of the garden shelves, “I can’t believe you guys did this for me...” He felt his vision blur a bit as he looked up at his boys, wiping at the tears that were forming as his face split into a massive grin. “You guys are too good to me.”

Quickly pulling the other two for a group hug, Finn held the two of them close, “Well, Nutter Butter, you deserve all of the good things.”

All of the planning, research, and digging in the dirt was all so worth it to see that blinding smile on Leo’s face. They’d do it million times, again and again, to keep it there.

#o’knutzy #leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o’hara #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #fluff #fic writing #fic writer #soft hockey boys #anon ask #anon prompt

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sub-hoshi-enthusiast · 4 years

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I’m back with another idea!!😆😆 could you do sth like overstim/degradation with a hint of manhandling for Hyunjin or Changbin?? Plz and thank you❤️❤️

I know that this one took awhile so I'm sorry for the long wait but I hope you like it! I decided to write it for Changbin since I haven't written anything for him yet and I already have something for Hyunjin.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Changbin, fem!dom!reader, mommy kink, degradation, overstimulation, a hint of manhandling, use of toys (vibrating plug), masturbation, and a lil bit of spanking.

See You at Home~

If you could use one word to describe yourself in this moment, it would be bored. Very bored. You had finished up everything you needed to do for the day and most everything you needed for tomorrow. Even so, you still had to sit in a boring, empty, office, waiting for someone to finish doing some paperwork to run up to you. The room itself was nice and spacious with a large window as the back wall so you had the perfect view of the city as well as a small wall of books (one that you had specifically requested to be put in). For some reason though, you just didn't feel like reading today, so you decided to watch some interviews of your boyfriend and his bandmates instead.

You were giggling at a random comment when a texting notification popped up on your screen. You smiled to yourself as you saw who it was. Speak of the devil. You had forgotten that Changbin was free for the day so you didn't text him, thinking you wouldn't get a reply. You tilted your head in slight confusion as you saw what he had sent you. It was a video that was about a minute long, sent with the simple message 'Make sure you're wearing headphones ;)'. The thumbnail was just a black screen so you couldn't tell what it was about.

You opened one of your desk drawers, pulling out a pair of headphones and plugging them into your phone. A few seconds into the video and your mouth went dry as a whimper filled your ears. He was face down in your bedsheets, facing the camera with his ass in the air. He had moved your body mirror so you could clearly see the vibrating buttplug he had shoved in his hole. One hand was desperately clutching the sheets next to him as the other pumped his cock, which you also noticed had a cockring around it. He was whimpering and whining into the mic, making arousal shoot through your body at the submissive sounds that flooded your ears.

"M-mommy~! Ngh- I missed you s-so much. I've been teasing myself for s-o long so I could be hard for you when y-you got home, but…" his words trailed off as he bit his already swollen lips. "I really wanna cum mommy! A-ah- it just feels too damn good!" You gripped your phone harder, knuckles turning white as you stare intently at the screen. He sat up, whimpering as the plug pushed deeper inside of him from the action and slowly removed the cockring. As soon as the object had been removed, he began stroking his cock at a much faster pace than he had before. "AH! Ohh- I've been thinking about you all day mommy! T-thinking about you p-pounding me into the mattress as I scr-eam for you! Oh god! Want you to t-tie me up and use me! Use me like I'm your own personal t-toy! Ngh- Oh god! - Cum! Cumming! G-gonna - A-AH!" You bit your lip as you watched his body tense up before thick ropes of white covered his hand and his stomach. He slowed down his strokes before stopping completely, giggling cutely as he grabbed the remote for the plug to turn it off. "See ya at home mommy~." He said before blowing a kissing to the camera and the screen went black.

You stared blankly at the screen in front of you for a few minutes, clutching it tightly as thousands of thoughts clouded your mind. You snapped back to reality after you heard a small knock on the wooden doors to your office. You took out your earbuds, setting your phone down as you called for whoever it was to enter. Your secretary opened the door, arms full of paperwork. With the files secure in your office, that was your que to leave.

Changbin was standing in the kitchen, heating up popcorn for your weekly movie night when you walked in. The door slammed behind you, making him jump in surprise. A wide grin spread across his face as soon as he saw you, shuttering as he saw the dark look in your eyes.

"Welcome home mommy! I was just working on-" He cut himself off with a quiet gasp as you slammed him against the counter, his back digging into the marble as you pressed your body to his.

"What the hell was that? Did you think you were being cute?" You asked in a deep, raspy voice that you knew he loved. He shyly looked to the floor, the tips of his ears turning a bright red.

"I-I'm sorry mommy." He claimed, but you could see the small smile making its way onto his face. You gripped his thighs tightly, making him whimper. You quickly spun him around, gripping his hair tightly and bending him over. He whined loudly, squirming in your grip as you landed a harsh slap to his ass. You pulled down his pants and boxers, ready to spank him again when you noticed something. Anger flared in you as you saw that he was still wearing the plug from the video. You yanked his head up by his hair so you could growl in his ear.

"So this is how it's gonna be, huh? What the hell has gotten into you? Usually you're so good for me Binnie, what happened?" He bit his lip with a whimper, turning his eyes to look at you.

"I-I - It's just - you haven't fucked me in so long! I just wanted to get mommy's attention." He whined out, squirming in your grip. You scoffed at his answer. He was kidding right?

"If I remember correctly baby, I fucked you a little over a week ago, didn't I? Are you really such a filthy cockslut you can't go that long without mommy's cock pounding into you?" He moaned, grinding his hips back into yours.

"Y-yes mommy! I-I'm such a slut for you! I can't live without mommy's cock destroying me! Please mommy~!" Your hand that wasn't in his hair gripped his hip tightly to stop them from grinding into you, making him whine. You pushed his head down so his cheek was pressed against the cold countertop.

"I'm gonna go grab something, so don't move or I'm not gonna even think about touching you." He whined in slight aggravation as you disappeared but stayed still nonetheless. You weren't surprised to see most of your toys laid out on the bed already. You rolled your eyes, picking up the control for the plug, taking your time with putting away the other toys your boyfriend had laid out. You smiled once you had entered, happy to see Changbin still bent over the counter where you left him.

"So you can listen?" He nodded enthusiastically, turning to look at you.

"Wanna be a good boy for mommy." You had to hold back from laughing at his statement.

"I think it's too late for that baby." You hummed, twirling the remote in your hand before turning it to the lowest setting. Changbin shuttered, whimpering at the sensation. You smirked at his reaction, pushing his thin t-shirt farther up his back so you could press open mouthed kisses up his spine. You bit down on the base of his spine, leaving a mark as you reached for the ring at the base of the plug. A loud whine left his lips when you pulled it out slightly, but was immediately followed by a gasp as you harshly thrusted it back into him. Submissive noises continued to flow from his lips as you harshly thrusted the plug in and out of him. He suddenly let out a loud gasp followed by a high pitched moan.

"O-Oh fuck! Mommy! R-right there!" He whimpered as his arms reached out to grab anything, eventually deciding on gripping the opposite edge of the counter. You smirked down at him, chuckling at his disheveled state.

"What's the matter Binnie? You were so confident in your little video earlier, so what's the problem?" He whined, squirming against the counter as his thighs started to shake from how close he was to his release.

"I-I'm sorry m-mommy! I- AH - I-I really am! Mommy! I w-wanna cum! N-need to cum so bad!" You raised your eyebrow, scoffing at his statement.

"You need to? But you came earlier, didn't you? I remember you cumming all over my sheets like a filthy slut because you couldn't wait for me to get home." You growled down at him, digging your nails into the flesh of his hips. He whimpered loudly, trying to grind back into the toy.

"Please mommy! I-I'll be good for you from now on! Promise!" He whined, turning his head so he could look back at you with a pleading look in his eyes. You rolled your eyes before smirking and moving your other hand to play with his tip. You leaned over him so you could whisper in his ear.

"Go ahead baby, cum for mommy." He came while a mantra of 'thank you's left him. He let out a breath of exhaustion before whimpering once your hands didn't slow their movements. His eyes widened in realization.

"W-wait, mommy!" He whined, squirming to get away from your hands. You removed your hand from his dick to spank him once, making him whimper.

"Stay still. I thought you said you were gonna be a good boy for mommy." His whimpers turned to loud moans as the pain from the overstimulation drifted into pleasure. You snickered when you noticed him grinding back into your hands. "I thought you wanted me to stop, baby." He shook his head violently, whimpering as he felt a knot build up in his belly.

"D-don't stop! Please d-don't stop! F-feels so good!" You leaned over him again, pressing your breasts to his back as you bit and sucked marks onto his neck. He was so focused on the pleasure he was receiving, he didn't notice that you moved one of your hands until he felt the vibrations from the plug suddenly shoot up. You smirked at his surprised gasps and whines as you switched the plug to max, stopping the thrusts to press it directly against his prostate. He babbled incoherently as the pleasure overtook his body, his sudden orgasm hitting him hard. His jaw fell open in a silent moan as his release covered the underside of the counter. You pressed the plug into him harder, making another spurt of cum shoot out of his tip before turning the toy off and carefully pulling it out of him. You removed his shirt so you could clean up the counter before pulling his pants and boxers the rest of the way off so you could clean them later.

His body twitched slightly when you removed the plug. His mind was fuzzy and he couldn't even think about where he was until he felt his warm sheets around him. He hadn't even realized you had cleaned him up and moved him to the bedroom. You smiled at him, pushing some of his hair out of his face before bringing him into a sweet kiss. He smiled against your lips, pushing himself as close to you as he could. You cupped his face in your hands as you pulled away to look at him.

"Are you alright baby?" He smiled at your concern before nodding, burying his face in your neck.

"I'm fine." You let out a small sigh of relief as you pulled him closer to you.

"Good. You can always tell me if I go too far y'know. I don't want to hurt you too bad." He looked up at you, pressing a few kisses to your jawline.

"I know you would never hurt me like that. I trust you." He mumbled. Your heart warmed at his statement and you kissed the top of his head.

"I love you baby." All you got in return was a quiet snore, making you giggle before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

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m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s · 3 years

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IT’S MUSIC TIME MY GOONIES PT. 3

FT. MY YOUTUBE PLAYLIST

hehe, so i have been wanting to do one of these again for a while now, so here we are! but instead, we’re doing my youtube playlist, which has all the slowed, sadder versions of songs that i like. yes, i like sad songs, oops :P. ballads have always been my jam, probably always will be so, here are some songs from my playlist! once again, putting the playlist on shuffle and just going with the flow besides the occasional skip lol :P

people i feel like would like to see this: @loth-wolffe @weirdcharacter @ladykatakuri @ahsokasleftbicep

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happier by olivia rodrigo but it’s ten times sadder

by wisterxiaa

i love slowed versions of songs, that is like the way to my heart lol 😂 this is really nice, her voice sounds really cool slowed down like this. the electric guitar in like the middle sounds so cool omgg. is it sad? yeah, a little, but it’s really nice slowed down like this. most of the time, the titles say this in my playlist, but i just like the way it’s slowed lol 😂. the thumbnail is so pretty 9/10, love the purple and the monarch butterflies :) overall, recommend this song when your in the mood for some olivia rodrigo, but a tad bit sadder. AND THE OOH’S AT THE END HIT DIFFERENT OMGGGG AND SHE SOUNDS SO BROKEN AND SOFT AT THE END APOBIHJ[OADSIJB

everybody loves somebody - dean martin (slowed n reverb)

by starclouds

pretty sure i got this song from General Angsty (if i didn’t, apologizes), but this slowed down verison HITS THE SPOT. i love his voice in this slowed way, it is so interesting. also, it’s reverb? like? yes, please. the thumbnail is actually a GIF that is a fountain, it’s pretty cool, 7/10, also this makes me wanna sway with like Echo or something (actually now that i think of it, i’m pretty sure i got this from General Angsty’s dancing post with the boys, which made me so SoFt omg :)) overall, recommend listen to this when you wanna sway with your lover in like a dance club, but your nestled into their neck and your pulled so close and it’s warm in their embrace :) the instruments also are really nice in this verison.

Clair De Lune Ethereal Remix

by A.Krishna

IF ALL MUSIC SUDDENLY BECAME ETHEREAL ON YOUTUBE, I WOULD MOST LIKELY CRY. so i love ethereal remixes, there’s just something so… whimsical about ethereal remixes. this song is so pretty and beautiful on ethereal omgggGGGg. the thumbnail is beautiful 10000000/10. I just- this sounds like a song you would use as like a look back through your entire life, like every memory and moment just appearing as this song plays WOW. and when the piano climax’s in the midDLE OMGGGG it is INSANE, LIKE THE EMOTIONS THAT GO THROUGH MY BRAIN AOBIASDNB and then it gets super soft and quiet aaaahhhh CAN YOU TELL I LIKE ETHEREAL?? IDK IF YOU CAN 😂 anyways, overall recommend this song when your just watching the rain fall and reminiscing about good times in your life :)

heather - conan gray ( slowed + reverb)

by Vibey

okay definitely this song is sadder slowed, like THE FEELS OMGG but it’s amazing slowed, like the original is awesome, AND THEN THIS???!! so the thumbnail is a really pretty GIF of this VHS tape just playing, and it’s purple so 10/10. this definitely brings the raspy part of his voice, and i really like it (or that’s just the reverb lol 😂) only thing i do not like about this slowed version is it cuts off the end of the song at the end of the video, and I don’t know why, but it’s still really good, so i don’t mind too much :). it’s very pretty and sad all at the same time. overall, recommend listening to this song when your just chilling, staring up at the ceiling and your like “let’s be a puddle of sad for a sec”

Chiquitita(slowed+reverbed)💜

by Brown Aesthetic Syndrome

LIL’ SOKA, IT’S OUR SONG!! OUR SONG SLOWED AND REVERBED IS SO PRETTY, AND AWESOME!!! MKAY, SO THE THUMBNAIL IS COOL, 8/10, THE FLOWERS ARE PRETTY!! YES, I WILL BE SCREAMING ABOUT THIS SONG LOL 😂 THE PIANO SOUNDS SO PRETTY IN THIS, LIKE IT’S SO MUCH MORE BROUGHT OUT :))), AND THEIR VOICES SOUND SO PRETTY SLOWED!!! OH AND THE CHORUS ITS DIFFERENT OMGGGGG AOPBINAS[FDPOIBJOFIBOAFINBPOJ IT’S SO INSANE OMGGG AOIBAPDOFSKGN!! ANYWAYS RECOMMEND THIS SONG WHEN YOU ARE LIKE “I NEED ABBA VIBES, BUT SLOWED” ALBKNDSPFOBIN

billie eilish - my future - slowed dreamy reverb

by ayabe

so this song is incredible, like it slowed really hits different. billie’s voice has always been so interesting to me because sometimes she sings like very whisper like, and other times she is full on belting like going insane, and i really like that she uses her voice in multiple different ways during her songs. billie is the number one artist i go to when i really wanna be in the feels, and this verison of my future is so amazing. the beat is so interesting, and the thumbnail is really cool 9/10, also i don’t know what the language is nor, do i know what it says, so if you do, let me know lol 😂 but the picture is cool. this song is one i listen to all the time because it’s just- yes. overall recommend this song when your chilling in bed, just in the dark, with the window open on a summer night :)

friends on the other side - s l o w e d

by angelicsounds

THIS IS SO EPIC SLOWED OMGGGGG I CAN’T NOT EVEN EXPLAIN AOBPINADOPBNF I REALLY FEEL LIKE A SPOOKY DUDE WHO KNOWS HOW TO DO SOME SPOOKY STUFF OMGGG i love the original song, and i also really like the cover by annapantsu, definitely recommend her verison too! this has got to be the coolest disney villain song slowed down, hands down. the thumbnail is a GIF of this anime character’s eyes doing weird looking highlight stuff lol idk what to call it, 8/10. overall, recommend when you wanna listen to a song that makes you feel like the main villain in a story :) AND THE ENDING HITS DIFFERENT OMGGGGGGGG

le valse de l’amour - patrick doyle (slowed down)

by mari

okay, so we all know that I love Cinderella. and this song is so incredible, i can’t- okay, but just imagine… the bad batch, undercover at a senate ball, you, trying to make sure the senators are safe. the boys are in their separate locations, you know, watching, making sure everyone is good. some random dude from out of nowhere tries to make you dance with him. you are obviously like “um, what the heck, please no sir.” and suddenly…

“may i have this dance?”

it’s Hunter (or crosshair, but i’ve written a fic about Hunter dancing with the reader, so i feel like he would be a good dancer).

anyways, he whisks you away from random dude, and your like “Hunter there’s no music” because the orchestra just finished their previous song, and he’s like

“just wait.”

bam, this song comes on.

and suddenly, Hunter’s waltzing with you and you didn’t even know he could waltz. and it’s exactly like the scene from Cinderella 2015. So you two are doing your own thing in the middle of the ballroom, and everyone starts moving out of the way because woah these people are really good at dancing

and you are just shocked because HOW??

and he just leads you through the whole thing. he spins you around, and if your wearing a dress and it’s got some tulle on it, it swishes around when he spins you and oh my god the butterflies and smile he gets when you giggle because you love the way it swirls around you. and then people start backing up more, because at this rate, you guys are taking up the whole dance floor.

and you just keep going, and he starts pick you up and spinning you around when the harp comes on. and he grabs you by the waist and starts swinging you around just like Kit & Ella do in the movie. and then the end of the song comes, and he dips you, brings you back up, and that’s it.

and when it’s all said and done, you just look at him, and well, he obviously looks extremely handsome, his suit is all pressed, and his hair is done back in a bun, but he’s got a few wisps coming out from your whole little dancing experience, and all you can say is:

“I-”

“shhh, mesh’la. later. i’ll tell you later.”

anyways, thumbnail is a solid 11/10, and recommend if you wanna daydream about dancing at a senator ball with Hunter.

no i am not planning on writing a fic about this, what you you implying? okay, yes i am, i am. no shame 😂

sleeping beauty - once upon a dream (slowed + reverb)

by Paige Coddington

sleeping beauty is one of my favorite disney princesses besides rapunzel & cinderella, so i love this. The GIF is so pretty, 10/10. Aurora’s voice is pretty, and her vibrato is so much more prominent in this verison, and i am obsessed. this is so pretty, I- speechless, actually. and then philip comes in and it’s just ✨ also, i always like aurora in the pink dress when i was younger, but now i kind of like the blue dress more. they should have just given her a purple dress i guess lol 😂 overall, really pretty, recommend when you are in the mood for some more nostalgic disney vibes :)

D a n c i n g Q u e e n 女王

by v a p o r w a v e

okay so i originally found this on an edit of “the snap from avengers infinity war, but dancing queen” -

and when i tell you that the snap got even sadder, I-

anyways, i also really like vaporwave music, very interesting and very cool. i love the video because i’m pretty sure it’s the original music video, but it looks like your looking through a kaleidoscope, so 100000000/10. this song is so good vaporwave, like, just yes. like when i say this hits different, like for real, this hits different. ABBA is always good, but this by far has to be my favorite thing of ABBA music i have ever found. It’s like…

it’s just incredible.

like i said with the ethereal remix of clair de lune, this is like a song that you put on your life, and just look at all the memories and moments that have happened to you.

overall, recommend when you wanna just sit and think for awhile, or maybe make the snap from avengers infinity war sadder

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and that’s it! i decided that i would just stick to 10, the other ones i have done are about 12, and i just thought it was a good number lol 😂 i hope you guys enjoy these as much as I do, and check out my pinned post to see them all linked on one post :)

lots of spells (& music listening),

moony

#music #music time my goonies #youtube #hope you enjoy ☺️#wolffe :)#general angsty ✨#lady kuri 😏#bicep ahsoka 😎🧡💙#you need a new nickname lil’soka #since i call you that now #lil’soka 💙🤍🧡🌼

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shsl-otaku · 4 years

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Where Greed Goes, Despair Follows: Chp. 24

Y/N: Raven Sin of Despair

Tag List: @asgleo16 @yuri-2018 @vialuciferscage @commanderawkward @chidayasays @misfitgirlwrites @amberfoxcosplay @catlover7722 @shiggi-trash @happynoodle @remikay313 @milkysamu @kageyamis @yogurthdecoco @alysplxnet @chanderefk @furryavocadoowo @softieitachi

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"Cap—Meliodaf! Hang tight!" Diane exclaimed, waving to Meliodas.

"Baaaan! If you lose in disgrace, Y/N and I will never let you live this down," King yelled, causing you to laugh.

You laughed. "What he said!"

"Oh, right," Diane suddenly said. She lifted up her tie, revealing Elizabeth in her chest. "Cheer them on, Elizabeth!"

Your eyes widened and you looked away, flushed. King yelped and his eye twitched, a blush lit on his face.

"Without further ado, let the fight begin," Love Helm yelled, causing the crowd to cheer.

"I’d prefer to have more room to move around in," Ban said, rolling his shoulder. Meliodas laughed cheekily.

"What’s with the laughing? You looking forward to fighting me that much?" Ban asked playfully.

"Baaaan, don’t be an ass," you yelled, causing him to laugh.

"I just remembered the good old days," Meliodas replied. "We had about this much space back then too!"

"The old days?" Ban asked. "Refresh my memory!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled deeply. "Oh boy."

Ban suddenly let out a grunt, causing you to look back up. You looked up to see that Meliodas just punched Ban across the face. You sighed, shaking your head.

You turned to them again to see Ban about to fly off the ring. "Oh wow."

•••

"That Baaaan guy has to be dead, right?"

"Does this even quality as a fight?"

You watched as Ban laid on the ring, a crack in between him and Meliodas. He sat up with a blank expression, causing gasps to go around in the crowd.

A man gasped. "He’s perfectly fine!"

He glared at Meliodas and sprang up, the two of them launching at each other like blurs.

Meliodas punched Ban in the stomach, causing him to cough out blood. He punched him again without giving Ban time to react, sending him up into the air.

Ban crashed into the ring, causing you to wince. 'Ohhh, that must’ve hurt.'

Meliodas suddenly fell onto his knees, the crowd gasping again.

"Oh, no," Love Hell gawked. "Both fighters are down!"

Ban suddenly got up, laughing. Your eyes widened when you realized what he had done. 'Oh god.'

"Oh?! Baaaan’s injuries have vanished completely," Love Helm said.

He launched himself towards Meliodas, Meliodas punching out in an attempt to defend himself. He gasped when he realized that Ban was standing right behind him.

Ban punched him to the ground, causing Meliodas to crash onto the other side of the ring. Your eyes widened as you winced, cringing as if you were the one who took that punch.

You choked when you saw Ban jumping up and down and punching the air like an excited little kid.

"I feel as light as a feather," he said, smiling giddily. He was cut off when Meliodas suddenly appeared and elbowed his jaw.

You audibly gasped, then let out a cackle. "How's that for 'Light as a feather'?"

Ban growled and rubbed his jaw. "Ow, you knocked out a tooth!" He grabbed the side of his mouth, showing a canine as he stuck out his tongue at Meliodas. "Just kidding."

Your eyes widened as a blush came onto your cheeks. "That's hot."

"What?" Diane asked, looking at you.

"Nothing," you said quickly, cheeks visably flushed.

Meliodas sprang towards Ban, trying to spin kick him, when Ban head butted his back. You winced, averting your eyes. "Ohh, that hurt to watch."

"King," Diane said, watching the two fight.

"Yeah," King said. "The Captain’s steadily losing his ability to follow Ban’s movements."

She looked at him. "His stamina’s running out, you mean?"

He nodded. "Right after the Captain’s movements slowed down, Ban’s ability shot up!"

"What does that mean?" Elizabeth asked.

"Ban’s magical ability, Snatch, is able to snap abilities such as speed and power," King explained.

"He’s trying to slowly drain Meliodas until there’s nothing left," you said.

Ban did an uppercut on Meliodas, to which he flipped backwards and through Ban over him. "That’s nothing!"

He swung Ban around as if he were a rag doll, causing you to cringe and avert your eyes.

"Can you believe this power?!" Love Helm said in awe.

Ban suddenly whipped his arm away from Meliodas and punched him, causing Meliodas to skid to the opposite side of the ring.

"The feeling as your strength flows into me," Ban said, grinning. "What a rush!" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

"Let me see how much power I took, Captain!" You lifted your head up at that sentence.

He launched himself at Meliodas, winding his arm back to punch him, when his punch was met with one from Meliodas.

Meliodas’ punch broke Ban’s fingers, the cracking of the bones loud and clear. He punched Ban’s stomach as well, the ribs breaking loudly.

Your jaw dropped. "Oh god!" The crowd broke out in gasps at the sight.

Ban coughed up blood as he skidded to the edge of the ring. He was about to slide off when he came to a stop on his tippy toes.

"Come on, seriously?" Ban’s bones started to crack back into place. The crowd gawked at him in disbelief. "How bottomless are your reserves, Captain?"

He stood back up and sauntered towards Meliodas. "Okay, I’ve made up my mind."

"To throw in the towel?" Meliodas asked, walking towards Ban.

Ban sighed. "It doesn’t look like I can wrap this up by bubbling away at your speed and power. So I’ll take it all."

Meliodas grunted and let out a flurry of punches to Ban’s head.

"Finish him off all at once," Diane yelled.

"If Ban steals all his strength, he’ll win," King said. "If the Captain can put him down before then, he wins." You tapped your thumbnail against your teeth, nervous.

Meliodas suddenly stopped punching Ban and fell back, sprawled on the ground in exhaustion. You hissed, averting your eyes.

"That was delicious, Captain," Ban said, power radiating off of him.

"Meliodaf, who has been pummeling Baaaan mercilessly, has now run out of strength," Love Helm yelled.

"W-What happened to Sir Meliodas?" Elizabeth asked.

"Ban just took all of Meliodas’ physical capabilities," you said, not taking your eyes off of Ban.

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THIS TOOK FOREVER OH MY GOD. Hopefully I start publishing regularly again. I was kind of stuck on here since Ban and Meliodas’ match seems to go on fOREVER, but I finally decided on splitting their match. Thanks for being so patient with me lol, I’m surprised that you guys even like this story, but I’m grateful nonetheless. Love you guys!! <3

Credits to @chanderefk for suggesting the name!! Ty and ly!! <3

#ban x reader #ban #sds ban #sds #sds x reader #seven deadly sins #seven deadly sins x reader #meliodas #elizabeth liones #sds king #sds diane #hawk captain of the scraps disposal #nanatsu no taizai

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Platonic!Fred x Reader- Spark

Hey can u do a post war ,platonic angst list 45 24 an 17 w/ fred weasley ?

Fred sighed deeply after another long but fulfilling day spreading whatever joy he could with George there to be the positive one when he couldn’t quite manage it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, for Merlin’s sake he should be dead! He was thanking the gods every second of the day, yet he couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

“You missed a spot,” George poked fun as Fred drifted into his own mind. Fred rolled his eyes but his grip tightened on his cane as he leaned against one of the shelves, using the rag attached to the bottom of his cane to wipe at the window where some kid had put their sugary fingers all over.

George watched Fred as he slouched, cleaning halfheartedly. “What’s been going on with you lately? It’s like you’re not really here...” George’s voice was soft and loving and Fred was grateful for his twin’s strength and compassion every day.

Fred shook his head, shrugging his shoulders as he hobbled to his brother. His leg ached more than usual today and it had put him in a sour mood. “Just been thinkin’ about when we were in school...”

“Good times,” George smiled fondly, a glint in his eye that had never left. It was hard to find that same spark in Fred these days.

Fred hoped that he had placated his brother’s worries and he was certain he had, as he had made it halfway up the stairs before George surprised him. “Is it Y/N?”

Fred’s cane rattled out of his hand and clanged against the swirling stairs. Cussing he gripped the rail, trying to move his trick knee so that he could begin his descent but George jogged easily to the steps and grabbed his twin’s cane, bringing it up to him. With a flick of his wand, that was more for show than necessity, the doors locked and the lights went out as they finished ascending the last few steps into their shared apartment.

“I take your silence as a yes...?” George asked cheekily as Fred sank into the nearest recliner with a huff.

“No,” Fred said but George raised his eyebrows in a look that told him: I know better you git, tell me the truth. “Fine, maybe. Yes. I don’t know! She keeps sending letters...”

“And you haven’t answered any of them,” George pointed out, making his way to their cluttered dinner table, lifting a stack of letters that got larger everyday. Guilt coursed through his veins.

“I just-”

“Can’t deal with how you broke her heart?”

“Seriously, George?” Fred had to ask as his brother drove in the point. He was right though. It’d been months since he’d last seen you and you had tried reaching out every day after.

“I love you Freddie, but she’s been everything to us, to you, and you broke her heart...”

“Why do I have to be the one to make things better?” Fred scowled. “Dont act like you can’t reach out either,”

George’s eyes lit up with an untold secret and a sly smile worked it’s way onto his face. “I have, actually,” He admitted with pride. “We get tea, you know the place, every other week,”

Fred’s eyebrows scrunched together in the center of his forehead as he thought of George sitting across from you with tea in your hands. Did you still blow on the tea before every sip in the hopes you wouldn’t burn your tongue? Did you still trace the patterns on the teacups because you found them pretty? Did you still try to give mock lessons about the grounds in the bottom of your cup like you did after you’d grown tired of Trelawney’s classes?

“H-how is she?” He asked, sitting up in his chair as it groaned beneath him.

“You’d know if you checked her letters,” George pointed out, tossing one of the neatly addressed envelopes into his brother’s lap. “She asks about you a lot, but she also tries to hear it from you. It breaks her heart that you’re shutting her out like this...”

“She’s better off-”

“Without you?” George scoffed. “Being a fool is a part of you and me but I didn’t think you were daft Freddie,”

Fred frowned that same frown that seemed to take up more time on his face than his smiles did and it hurt George to see how his injury and PTSD from the war had changed him. Fred was still a child at heart and George knew it but he had aged incredibly fast in the past few months. It had been two years since the war but something had happened and it was like a switch went off.

“We were doing so well,” George explained, kneeling before his brother, hands gripping the arm rests. “All three of us... What happened that ended all of that? What happened to you?” George begged softly with Fred. His brother’s pain was his, yet it seemed Fred was determined to shut him out.

Fred stared at the wacky pattern of his neat slacks, not knowing what to say. What could he say? He was worried about your safety because one night you’d woken him from a nightmare and he’d thought you were a death eater? That he’d held his wand to your throat and it had taken him crucial minutes to realize that it was you? That he’d left you crying in your bed while he laid on the couch unable to sleep? That the very next day he’d broken up with you, forced you out of the apartment?

“Right after you were injured... and the months following- Y/N she never gave up on you. Even when you wouldn’t wake up, even when mom started to lose hope. Even when they wondered whether it’d be better to take your leg. Y/N knew what she was signing up for and she stayed Fred. She never gave up on you. So why did you give up on her?”

“I’m going to bed,” Fred decided. The questions were too much and the guilt was much worse. When George called his name in exasperation, he shut the door a little louder than he normally would.

George found you sitting in your spot, already sipping at your tea. When you found him coming your way you gave him a grin and waved him over, pointing to the drink you’d already ordered for him.

“In a rush?” George asked, lowering himself into the booth seat across from you. You shrugged, a gentle flush coloring your cheeks. “I have some...news. Thought it might be nice if we could get right to it without being interrupted,”

George’s brow wrinkled and he fixed you with a long stare. “Everything okay?” His stomach was immediately in knots. He didn’t like surprises, hadn’t in ages. He loved surprising others but he didn’t respond very well to them himself. His mind kicked into overdrive when he wasn’t aware of something and his anxiety got the best of him.

You reached forward, hand finding his as you gave him a reassuring smile. “Yes Georgie everything is fine. Everything is better than fine actually.” You grinned and it was the most radiant George had seen you since you and Freddie had ended things. “I’ve found someone,”

George didn’t mean to choke on his tea, but how else was he supposed to react to such news? He hadn’t even known you’d been dating! “Wow!” He settled on, still trying to gather his bearings. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t hoped you and Fred would fix things. “I’m happy for you,”

And you knew he was. George was one of your best friends, and you wanted him to know that you were doing well. You’d only hesitate because you didn’t want him thinking he wasn’t happy with him, or Fred. You loved them both dearly, even if the latter refused to speak with you. “He’s so great,” You gushed.

“When do I get to meet the guy? I think he needs the Weasley stamp of approval first,” George pretended to look stern and tough but he couldn’t quite manage it. You smiled and he did too. George liked seeing you happy, no matter who it was with.

You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t want to scare him off so meeting him might have to wait a while...”

George scoffed playfully. “You’re embarrassed of lil ol’ me?” His mind twirled about for a moment longer and he felt more subdued when he asked, “Are you going to tell Fred?”

“I-I... Well I don’t know,” You answered honestly, biting your thumbnail as a server came over and offer a refill which you gladly accepted. “Do you think he’d even care? The guy, he’s a muggle and well, I just don’t know when is a good time to introduce him to anyone, let alone my two- my only best friend,” You sighed, feeling glum.

Could you consider Fred your friend? You had no ill feelings towards him, you understood the war had changed him in a way you couldn’t understand. Your relationship had been a casualty of the last battle and you had come to terms with it. That didn’t mean you had come to terms with losing him completely. You wanted to be close to him like how you and George were.

“Y/N, he cares,” George squeezed your hand, understanding where your mind was wondering. Suddenly he perked up. Why hadn’t he thought of this before?” “Come ‘round for dinner this Sunday, yeah? I’ll talk to him,”

George could sense your hesitation, and you were very hesitant, but you knew that you’d have to see him. You wanted to see him for Merlin’s sake! You just thought he’d have answered one of your letters by now.

“Alright,” You tried to smile. “Sunday then,” The things you did for George.

“Y/N’s in a relationship,” Was the first thing George announced upon coming home and Fred didn’t think he’d heard his twin right.

“With who?” Fred asked, sitting up straighter in his seat. “I mean that’s great! But still, who?”

George shrugged, tossing his jacket over the back of the recliner Fred was seated in. Fred swatted it away onto the ground. “Don’t know. Some muggle guy, I guess,”

Fred thought for a long second. Would you be happy with a muggle? You adored magic and the magical world, would a non magical partner be the best for you? He supposed if the muggle took it well then it didn’t matter... “Is she happy?” Fred asked, standing on quaking legs as George busied himself with tidying the kitchen.

George paused in his busy work and looked to his brother, a smile playing at his lips. “Yeah Freddie, happier than I’ve seen since- y’ know,” It hurt, but not as much as Fred thought it would. It was good to know you were happy. Fred cared a great deal about you but he had laid awake for endless nights wondering what would become of you two if he looked at your letters and replied. Maybe you two would have gotten back together if he’d done it months ago but now he didn’t know. Now, he wasn’t sure what he wanted from you. For starters, he wanted to see you.

“She’s coming for dinner Sunday night,” George suddenly declared.

“What?!” Fred stumbled over his feet for a moment, taken off guard. Yes he wanted to see you, but that didn’t mean he was ready to!

“It’s been forever!” George whined. “I want my two best friends back. I don’t care if you’re dating or not... I just want you to be friends again,”

Fred pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. “Alright, Sunday is fine,” The things he did for his brother.

You stood in the shop with sweating palms while George finished up the grunt work before locking the doors. He’d sent Fred up earlier to check on dinner and so you would be a bit more comfortable upon arriving.

“You can go up if you want,” George commented as he tossed the last few sickles from the register into the safe for the night.

“That’s alright,” you deflected, looking around the joke shop that you hadn’t been in since Fred had broken up with you. It was bittersweet being back. There were a lot of good memories and a few not so great ones. If you could go back... You weren’t sure you’d change anything. You loved Fred, that was true, but somewhere along the line you’d realized that you two had done your time and you simply weren’t meant to be. That didn’t make it any easier being here, however.

“I’ve finished up, do you want me to go up first?” George asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder so he could rub your arm.

“That’d be great,” You smiled as George took the lead. You ran your hand up the railing as you went, relaxing at the familiarity of it.

When you got upstairs you were met by a sight that had you gnawing on your lip in an effort to keep your laughter bottled up. Fred was surrounded by a few pots, which were all boiling quite violently, and a steady stream of smoke was beginning to rise from the stove. The windows were open but it did nothing to mask the smell of burnt food.

“I leave you alone for ten minutes-” George began, rushing to Fred’s side.

“That was your first mistake!” The frustrated boy interrupted and you rolled your eyes as you tried to fight your smile. You shooed them to the side and turned off all the burners, opened the stove and turned it off. You removed everything from the heat and tossed them into the sink, the water from the faucet sizzling and popping against the extremely hot pots and pans.

When all was said and done you stared at Fred with an amused grin. “How have you been managing without me?”

“A mystery to us all,” George lamented. “Guess that means we’re getting take out?”

Fred admired your constant calm, it was what had drawn him to you in the first place. He was always going, always laughing, always doing something. You, on the other hand were happy to just relax and take in the moment. You looked before you leapt and Fred needed someone like that in his life. You’d always been the reminder to slow down and he appreciated that as he watched you take care of his kitchen blunder.

“Alright?” George asked, nodding to Fred as you all gathered at the table to eat the food he’d ordered. Fred found it hard to answer with your eyes on him. Especially when they drifted to the pile of letters that had been cleared off the table and now remained on their coffee table.

“Y-yeah, thanks,” He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “So! Y/N, how’s the new boy toy?”

“Fred-” George began but Fred held his hands up in surrender.

“I’m just curious! Really, I just want to know how you’re doing,” Fred looked you in the eye for the first time that night and you seemed suspicious of him for a minute before you seemed to realize he was being genuine. Your shoulders drooped in relief.

“I’m doing well and Marcus is really great,” You smiled softly, thinking of your boyfriend. “He’s been a nice reminder that there is magic in the world- even for muggles.”

George fake gagged and you smacked his arm, your smile not fading in the slightest.

“And you? How have you been doing?” You asked. There were a million things you wanted to ask Fred but this seemed to be the safest option.

George felt relieved when the two of you spoke politely. There was an underlying tension, from unanswered questions and a past that Fred had run away from, but other than that dinner was smooth sailing and he was glad that his idea hadn’t ended up in ruins even if it had started off rocky with the burned dinner.

“This has been lovely,” He announced, setting his napkin on his plate as he stood, walking to your chair so he could press a kiss to your cheek. “But I am exhausted, have a good night Y/N,”

Fred looked panicked but George sent him a pointed glare. Talk to her!

“Goodnight Georgie,” You gulped and watched as your mediator vanished to his bedroom.

Fred took a steadying breath. “Want a drink?”

“Did you mean to forget me?” You asked after three strong drinks and Fred shoved himself deeper into the recliner. You were sitting quite stiffly on the couch, a throw pillow in your lap. You fiddled with the tassles for a second before taking another swallow of your drink.

“I never forgot-” Fred started.

“You never wrote me,” You interrupted. “Are you afraid to lose me?”

Fred narrowed his eyes and you blew a piece of your hair out of your eyes. He seemed to be reprimanding you for interrupting him. You thought you had the right to ask questions, he had been avoiding you for months after all. “I figured I’d already done a pretty good job of losing you after I’d kicked you out... George didn’t talk to me for a week after that. Then you started sending letters and I just felt so damn guilty I couldn’t bring myself to read them, still havent’,”

“Clearly,” You remarked, topping off your glass and then his.

“Y/N,” Fred sighed. “What do you want me to say?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know... I don’t mean to seem bitter. I really am happy right now, I just still have a lot of hurt from how things ended between us I guess,”

“I admit that I probably handled it the worst way possible,” Fred conceded. “All I could think about was how scared you looked and how I didn’t want you to ever feel fear like that again. I’ve been seeing someone to help me work through all the damage the war did and it helps but George wakes me from nightmares still and I haven’t stopped lashing out. I care about you a lot, that hasn’t changed, but I think the way I care about you has- if that makes sense,”

Fred was rambling a bit, but you understood what he was saying and where it was all coming from. You had been scared shitless that night, no matter how many times you’d reassured him it was you he hadn’t seemed to understand that until George had been woken from his sleep and calmed his brother enough that he could come back to reality. It hadn’t been a deal breaker, but Fred had made it clear you weren’t going to be coming back.

“It does... I feel the same.” You agreed, running your fingertip along the rim of your glass as you avoided looking at Fred. “I was mad at you, did you know that? Not because what happened, but because it didn’t seem to matter all we’d been through- you just kicked me out and didn’t speak to me again... I wouldn’t be here right now if George hadn’t done something,”

“That isn’t-”

“True? Fred please, I know you better than you want me to. I know you arent thrilled, I’m not either... But I am glad this is happening. We need to talk about this. George is right about wanting his friends back because I want my friend back too,”

Fred lit up a little bit. “You want to be friends? Do you think we could? Can you still love me?"

You stood and Fred followed. You grabbed the hand that wasn’t gripping his cane and squeezed affectionately. “I don’t know,” You answered honestly. “But I do still love you, even if that love has changed. You’re an idiot Fred but you’re my kind of idiot and I’d like for us to be friends again”

He smiled a smile that reminded you of when you two had been in school, running around and getting into trouble with hands linked together and hearts beating in unison. It was a smile that gave you hope that you two could be friends again and that the past would simply stay put.

“I’d like that too,” Fred pulled you into a hug and you could feel him leaning against you as he let himself relax for the first time all night.

The spark between you was gone, no fireworks to be had when you brushed your hands together or made eye contact. Despite that, there was still a glowing ember in the fire of your friendship and as you two embraced and healed old wounds it grew brighter, igniting once again.

It was good to have your friend back.

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Yes, Sheriff || Chapter 2

Sheriff Carol Danvers takes her job of protecting the citizens of her small town very seriously — there are just some that she cares about more than others. A lot more, in fact, and she will take care of her sweet baby girl whether she likes it or not.

relationship: Carol Danvers/Reader rating: Explicit chapters: 2/? length: 6,233 warnings: Dark Carol Danvers, coercion, manipulation, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat additional warnings: open the read more and CTRL + F, search “content warnings” to skip to detailed trigger warnings at the bottom of the chapter. note: wow, what a wait you guys. so sorry about that. i’m still not sure how many chapters this is gonna shake out to be, please bear w me! and thanks for following me over to the new blog, i really appreciate it.

You woke to an alarm, the digital clock on the nightstand blaring irritatingly until someone who definitely wasn't you reached out to turn it off. Your head was pounding, a result of too much alcohol and not enough water. It was the other pains in your body, though, that brought your brain into focus with painful clarity; the tenderness of your nipples, the ache in your cunt and fuck your ass felt like it was on fire. You'd gotten drunk during dinner with Sheriff Danvers, you couldn't remember entirely but you must've done something that made her think you wanted her to fuck your brain out and she'd done her best to comply.

"Good morning baby.” It was a sleepy murmur, Carol taking your chin in hand and gently tilting your head back until she could press a soft series of kisses against your lips.

It was languid and gentle and for some reason that set off warning alarms in your brain. She'd been so… domineering last night, you were almost sure. The rawness of your ass emphasized the point, had she spanked you? You couldn't remember for sure but what else would have caused that? Her hand ran down the length of your back and you squirmed as her fingertips danced across your burning ass cheek.

"Mmm, that's gonna smart for a couple of days at least," her lips were still practically pressed against yours while she spoke. “You'll be good for me, won't you baby girl?"

The endearment made you tense—she'd used it constantly while fucking you absolutely senseless and it vividly reminded you that Yes, she had been incredibly domineering. Sex with Carol had been brutal, verging on unbearably painful at points, but you were pretty sure you'd had the orgasm to end all orgasms. The soreness in your pussy reminded you that she'd used a serious strap on too, something big enough to leave you with an ache.

"Hey baby, look at me," it was a quiet order but definitely order and your eyes flew up quickly to meet hers, not forgetting the hand tracing shapes on your smarting ass. "Good girl. I'm gonna take a shower while you stay in bed and rest some more. I'll be out in just a minute and we'll get dressed and head into town to grab breakfast."

You nodded after a short moment of hesitation and she smiled, lips coming down on yours several more times before she shifted you off her person and onto the bed before standing up. Averting your eyes from her naked form took effort but you knew your face was red, you couldn't just watch someone as hot as Sheriff Carol Danvers walk around bareass naked and not blush. Her chuckle reached your ears and you quickly buried your face into the pillow beneath you until she disappeared into the bathroom. You'd wanted to request a shower, you felt sticky all over with cum and the remnants of your own arousal, but saving face was more important at that moment. You could just clean up by the sink once she finished.

Despite everything, the bed was rather nice, her sheets incredibly soft and the blanket was just heavy enough. Forcing yourself out was a task but you needed to go get your bag from the living room, preferably before Carol finished up. The faster you were dressed the better— it meant less time naked in front of her. She had abs and streamlined muscles and every inch of her was toned and strong and you were not. It was embarrassing and made you incredibly self-conscious, so you dashed through the house as quickly as possible to retrieve your bag and bring it back into the bedroom where there weren't wide-open windows.

You'd managed to slip on your panties, almost audibly whining at the feel of fabric over your raw and bruised ass before Carol emerged, half-dressed in a bra and her uniform pants, but stopped short in the doorway. A look came over her face that you couldn't decipher but was definitely not good. You froze in place, arms reeling into your sides while you clutched your skirt.

"Did you put on clean panties? Over that filthy pussy?" Your face colored immediately with humiliation, agast she'd speak like that and also because yes, you had put on clean panties while you yourself were rather gross and that was not the kind of thing a smart, competent adult with a fucking masters degree did. "Come here baby girl."

There was no way for you to know it was deliberate. That Carol knew the second she stepped away you'd get out of bed and disobey her orders. Or that she knew you'd try to get dressed and she could so easily shame you out of your panties for the day. You were so smart but there was no reason to even consider that Sheriff Danvers could have ulterior motives.

And so you shuffled over slowly until you were within arms reach, where she quickly grabbed you and pulled you swiftly into the bathroom. Before you could stop her, her hand slipped down into your panties and her fingers plunged into your cunt. Immediately you went up onto your tiptoes, squealing when the press of her fingers followed you up with the same determination.

"C-Carol!"

Her unused hand came down hard on your ass and you cried out loudly the smack brutally reigniting the hellish burn. Your panties were dragged down over your bruised skin and tears rose in your eyes from the pain, falling down your cheeks when you were abruptly bent over the bathroom counter until your bare nipples pressed into the cold tile.

"I know you were a little tipsy last night, so I won't give you a real punishment. When I'm fucking you, whether it be with my fingers or a strap or my tongue, in your pussy or your mouth or that little asshole, or any other like situation, you call me Sheriff or Sir." Several hard slaps came down on your burning ass and you wailed at the pain, pressing up onto your tiptoes like it might offer any relief from the bruising slaps. "Tell me you understand baby girl."

"I understand!" You yelped between tears. "Sir!! I understand, sir!"

Her hand stopped raining down on your behind, instead caressing over the hot skin. "That's my good girl. Now, this little cunny," her fingers plunged back inside of you and she hummed in delight when her fingers found a new gush of wetness coated her fingers, "oh, what a precious baby girl I've got. I look away for two seconds and your messy pussy just gets messier."

Humiliation once again welled inside of you, wondering how you possibly could've gotten wet from that. It didn't seem to matter to Carol, who was still pumping slick fingers into your pussy from behind. You whined when her thumb just barely brushed your clit before finding purchase on the little nub.

"Oh baby," she cooed, lips trailing the skin of your back softly, "I'm gonna get you good and worked up and then we'll get this pussy all nice and clean. Those panties are going in the dirty laundry though, you're not putting those back on."

"B-but I don't have any others!" She was very, very aware of that as she kicked the offending garment across the floor without you noticing.

Her thumbnail flicked over your clit and you yelped again, flustered and shocked by how simultaneously painful and arousing it was. "You don't need panties anyway, especially not now that they're dirty. How long is the skirt you brought for today?"

"A… little above m-my knees." You did your best to quiet your moan when her fingers slipped over the nicest place in your pussy, concentrating her fingertips over the spongy front wall.

"There probably won't be a breeze today." The blonde shifted her weight slightly and hummed, deciding it was an adequate time to see her plans into motion. "I don't know if I have time to make you cum and clean you up baby. Let's just get this pussy tidied up."

You whined, loudly, at the loss of her fingers when she withdrew them from your cunt, "b-but—"

"Nope, no time." She slapped your cunt with enough force it throbbed with pain, enjoying the sounds your made at the pain; you'd feel her hand on your cunt for hours. "This'll help baby girl, plus you need to be punished for disobeying."

Tears poured down your face as she rapidly spanked your cunt with the same heavy hits, your toes dancing over the floor in agony. Pants of pain escaped your lips as she pulled you off the counter and led you, still bent in half, into the shower. You heard the water turn on, it splashed out of the faucet against your ankles before you heard the sound of the handheld sprayer turn on. She had it on the jet setting and you just about screamed with the forceful stream of water began blasting over your pussy lips. Carol's arm held your waist in a tight grip when you tried to get away.

"Now, when I tell you to stay in bed, you stay in bed baby girl. You don't get up, you certainly don't get dressed. And you never, ever try to get away from me. That earned you a spanking last night and I bet you liked the little one on your pussy even less."

She concentrated the jet directly over your clit and you screeched, knees giving out almost immediately. The only thing holding you up was Carol's strong arm around your waist. The jet moved to spray down your thighs for several moments of relief before it returned with a vengeance. The stream of water battered your clit once again, leaving you screaming endlessly.

"You said you wanted to cum earlier baby girl, here's your chance," her voice was teasing over the sound of your screams and the shower, her own cunt nearly gushing with arousal, "you've got thirty seconds to either cum or not."

There was no way your body would be able to push past the overstimulation in thirty seconds and she was very aware of that. The blonde had vague plans of edging you all day long, until the mixture of the pain from the spankings and the desperate arousal left you a crying puddle at her feet. She'd enjoy picking you up, the relief when she finally brought you to orgasm. You'd be so grateful and sweet and she hadn't decided if she was gonna fuck your pussy again but it was a possibility; in her minds eye she made a sad face at your refusal and you just crumbled at the thought of making her upset.

Somewhere beyond the pain, you realized your cunt was trying to gear up for an orgasm, clenching repeatedly on the emptiness as the water lashed your clit like an overly intense vibrator. Tingles started in your toes, the almost orgasm from earlier welling up once again. Coming would be agony but not coming would be so much worse. You wailed and babbled, feeling the heat rising with starting intensity and you almost fainted when she moved the jet away.

"The thirty seconds are up baby, you didn't cum in time huh?" You squirmed roughly in her hold, nonsense escaping your mouth as desperation set it. "Please be a good girl for me baby, stay still."

You'd never been edged so savagely before, certainly never twice in a row. All of your sexual experiences up to this point had been tame and at least mostly enjoyable and you could barely comprehend that she'd stopped before you could cum and didn't plan to let you finish. Your toes slid on the shower floor, wanting desperately to rub your thighs together but your pussy was tender from the spanking and your clit was throbbing, the lack of orgasm leaving you absolutely wrecked. You clenched down on your muscles the best you could, desperately trying to stay still.

"You really are trying to stay still aren't you baby girl?" The spray from the showerhead hammered against your sore ass cheeks for several long seconds before the water turned off and Carol finally let you stand straight.

"Come on baby, we gotta hustle." Carol was strong enough that physically lifting you over the lip of the shower was easy and she, for some reason, trusted your legs to hold up your weight once she set you on the rug. "I still want to do breakfast at the diner, let the rumors start that we're together."

Together? Your brain struggled to function and make sense of her words but she didn't even give you a chance to speak before she started toweling you off with quick but gentle movements. You yelped when the fabric touched your raw ass or the sensitive lips of your pussy before sliding down your damp legs. The showerheads concentrated target meant you weren't entirely wet and Carol dried you off rather fast.

"Good job baby girl," the praise made your throbbing cunt tingle just that much more, "now you get dressed and I'm gonna finish getting ready for work."

Your knees trembled as she moved away from you, leaving you standing on the bath mat feeling like a baby giraffe who needed to learn to walk quickly before the predators came. You stumbled on the first step and your pussy exploded with pain from the pressure of your legs touching as you walked. Carol talked about wanting rumors to start that you were together but you wanted to get out of there and fast.

You were sure she'd make a great lover for someone, someone who liked pain with their pleasure or being ordered around constantly, but not you. Your bag was still sitting open on the bed when you got back into the bedroom and you could hear Carol in the closet. It was almost a relief not to have panties, the press of the fabric would've been unbearable you were sure. Even the brush of your skirt on your ass hurt.

The blonde was ready by the time you finished dressing and brushing your teeth. You couldn't figure out how to ask her to take you straight to the library without her getting upset. Especially since as you thought about it you hadn't ever actually said no or stop, Carol probably had no idea you weren't into it. Obviously, the crying hadn't been a good indicator, you were sure people cried all the time during rough sex and still enjoyed it. She came up behind you quietly, arms wrapping low around your waist.

"You were so good for me this morning, sweet girl," she murmured, lips brushing over your cheek and ear, "I know it was overwhelming and hard but you did it. I'll come up with a reward for you while I'm doing my paperwork, maybe I'll let you cum earlier than planned."

Your pussy had not at all, even once forgotten that you'd been brutally edged twice or that you still hadn't cum. Your clit was throbbing in desperation, the spanking you'd received doing nothing at this point but leaving your cunt over sensitive and swollen. You could feel your pussy lips every time you moved and it was a special kind of torture. A promise of an orgasm lingered and your cunt immediately became slick and wet.

"Now let's go to breakfast baby." She acted like you could walk like a normal person, as if the way she wrecked you didn't leave you with weak knees and bowed legs, her arm simply coming to ring your waist as she pulled you along. "I grabbed your purse, just leave everything else."

You didn't want to leave everything else, your toothbrush or your clothes, the pajamas you didn't wear or the book you'd brought to read before bed, but words were hard and you couldn't make them come out, not while Carol's hand rested dangerously on your ass. She'd spank you immediately and with no hesitation if you tried to fight an order and you knew that in your gut.

Instead you allowed her to lead you to her cruiser without a fuss, sitting down in the passenger seat with a whimper that made her smile. She set your purse at your feet and buckled you in, taking the time to give you a long, lingering kiss in the process.

Mortification crawled up your throat when a wolf whistle came from behind Carol, the huge man exiting the house wearing a uniform similar to Carol's. The blonde pulled away from you just enough to flip him off before returning, a series of short kisses landing on your lips before she dragged herself away and closed the cruiser door. She and the man, Thor if you remembered correctly, spoke for just a minute before she walked around and got into the driver's seat.

The ride was uneventful, she held your hand against her thigh for the duration and told you to stay in the car until she came around. It was weirdly chivalrous and gentlemanly compared to how she'd treated you earlier. Your ass throbbed as you slipped out of the cruiser and you were thankful you still couldn't quite remember receiving the spanking that had left such a painful mark. There were far too many curious eyes inside of the diner and you kept your head down, knowing that what Carol said was easily accomplished; the rumors were going to start flying before you even left the restaurant, especially when she sat next to you in the booth instead of across from you.

"What are you hungry for baby?" She asked arm slung low around your waist and with her hand on your hip, fingers slipping under the waistband of your skirt. "Get something with lots of protein, okay?"

"Well good morning Sheriff, y/n." Of course your waitress would be Friday; she was a sweet girl, but nosey like her father Tony Stark, who owned several businesses in town while also playing the role as Burgess's only competent mechanic. "What can I start you ladies off with?"

"Just two coffees and two glasses of water, for now, please," Carol spoke before you could attempt to, turning to face you. "D'you need creamer baby?"

You could see the interest on Friday's face at the endearment and almost groaned—Friday prided herself in knowing everything about everything, starting with town gossip and ending with particle physics. Carol had picked a prime location to start her rumors.

"Yes please," you answered quietly, keeping your eyes mostly on your hands folded on the table.

Carol glanced back up at the waitress with a short smile. "We'll have our orders ready by the time you get back, Friday."

The young woman nodded and set off back to the kitchen while Carol adjusted her position to face you better. You weren't really sure what to expect, the pair of you hadn't really talked before (except for last night probably, but you'd gotten drunk halfway through the conversation and everything passed that was spotty).

"Do you know what you want to get baby girl?"

"Just-just some eggs and a bagel." Your stomach certainly wasn't up for anything heavy.

"Get bacon or sausage too." The words came out like an order and you felt petulance set in for just a second before the hand on your hip squeezed, Carol obviously having noticed expression on your face. "You earned yourself an orgasm earlier today, baby, but that can go away and you can earn a punishment if you want. Maybe I'll spank that pretty pussy again. That was only my hand baby girl, don't earn yourself the back of a hairbrush."

Your cunt clenched immediately, still wet and desperately aroused. It must've been the thought of her touching you that got you hot because it certainly wasn't the promise of your pussy getting spanked with a brush handle, especially when your pussy was already a little sore. You couldn't imagine getting spanked with something that would make you hurt worse.

"Bacon." It came out as a murmur, a low tone with more whine to it than you intended, but Carol didn't seem to mind.

She nearly cooed at you, "you're so cute, baby. Bacon it is then. Tell me what your day looks like, sweetheart. When do you have your breaks? What do you have to get done?"

You spoke softly, not recognizing the change in Carol's expression as she listened. She knew your daily schedule front and back already, instead focusing on her plans for the day. She unfortunately really did need to do some paperwork or she'd fall behind. Your lunch break was shorter than hers by half an hour, which she would use to run home and grab some things from her toy box as well as to grab lunch for the pair of you to eat in her office at the station. You wouldn't say no if she'd already bought and paid for it, especially for you. Once you'd eaten, she'd edge you with a vibrator as many times as she could until she had to drive you back to the library.

"I have meetings at the town hall today, during my lunch hour." As you spoke, Carol forced herself to calm when irritation immediately set in at the fact that her plans wouldn't work out the way she'd hoped. "Luckily it's not a long walk, I really need to call Tony about my car…"

"I'll come pick you up baby, what time do you need to be there?" Edging you in the cruiser would be risky, she'd have to be careful not to make you cry, but it would be a good excuse not to let you finish—oops, we're here, I'll have to finish you off later.

"Well, 12:30, but you don't have to—"

"I'll be there baby," Carol turned away before you could answer, smiling at Friday as she returned with your drinks, "Thank you. I'll have the breakfast platter with scrambled eggs, y/n would like eggs and bacon with a toasted bagel."

Friday raised an eyebrow at the way Carol ordered for you but didn't say anything. "Cream cheese?"

"Yes, the sugar and fat will do you some good baby." You blushed darkly at the blonde's words, not daring to check the expression on Friday's face.

"Eggs like usual, y/n?"

Carol listened to you answer affirmatively, scrutinizing Friday slightly at the young woman's attitude; she obviously wasn't a fan of the way Carol spoke for and over you. She certainly wouldn't be toning it down at all but the quick glimpse at the reactions of one of the townsfolk was interesting and she filed it away. Once the waitress set off again, a calculating expression on her face, the blonde returned her full attention to you.

“I’ll call a mechanic after I drop you off.” She’d call Justin Hammer instead of Tony, the idiot would fuck something up and potentially ruin your car, which in the long run would be incredibly useful. “Here baby, drink your water before you have any coffee.”

The orders she gave really and truly chafed; you knew it was best to drink water before having coffee, you were an adult, but being told to do so was so irritating you didn’t want to. But there was a lingering threat in the air and you knew that disobeying wouldn’t do you any favors at this point; Carol didn’t seem very intent on privacy and you had no idea what she may do if you refused to do what she said in public. You grabbed the glass of water and took a long sip, trying to make sure your face didn’t betray your annoyance like it had earlier.

Her fingers danced over the crest of your hipbone, tugging the waist of your skirt down slightly and you shifted, eyes immediately darting around nervously to make sure no one was paying attention, “C-Carol, what—”

“Do you always get off at 8?” She interrupted before you could finished your sentence, ignoring the nervous expression on your face as her hand slipped around under the top of your skirt to rest against your ass. “That’s when you got off last night right? Do you really work 12 hours each day?”

You licked your lips anxiously and nodded, “I have an hour break each day though, and I have a few junior librarians who work alternating shifts throughout the week.”

“What about days off, baby girl, you can’t work seven days a week.” The blonde looked displeased and the unsettled feeling in your gut just got worse.

“W-Well, I don’t work Mondays, all three of my junior librarians work that day to cover the hours,” you twisted your hands in you lap, seeing from her expression that it wasn’t the answer she wanted.

“You work six days a week, 12 hours a day?”

“Just 11 hours a day, cause of the lunch break—”

“Semantics, baby, you know what I mean so don’t try to play word games,” she squeezed her hand against your throbbing ass and you bit down on your lip to keep from making any noise. “Why don’t you hire more help in the library?”

She didn’t want you there so often, working shifts longer than even she did at the station. It would keep you away from her far too much, she hadn’t realized that you worked basically every single day. That would need to change immediately.

“I don’t need it,” you murmured, eyes focused on your glass of water so you didn’t have to look at her, “I enjoy working and my job is fun. It’s very rarely stressful or exhausting and I live alone so it’s not like I have tons of housework to keep up with or anything so extra days off would be superfluous. Even if I was home I’d probably just be reading or knitting and I can do that at work while I’m not busy.”

“It’s not good for you baby, there’s a reason most people have at least two days off during the week.” Her hand travelled back to your hip as Friday arrived with your food. “Thank you, hon. How’s your little sister doing? I heard she broke her arm jumping off of one of your dad’s trucks.”

Friday immediately rolled her eyes, tucking her serving tray under her arm. “Jumping off of the top of one of dad’s tow trucks! She’s lucky she only broke her arm, the little idiot.”

Carol snorted a laugh and shook her head. “Bucky and Sam said she was talking about physics or something the whole time they wrapped her arm.”

“She’s a smart kid but she’s so dumb,” Friday complained. “She said she was testing to make sure gravity was still working because her dolls fell at the same rate even though one was heavier than the other.”

“What is she, eight now? You better hope those daredevil antics curb with age or my paramedics are gonna become real close friends of the family,” the blonde teased.

A slight blushed crossed Friday’s face and you smiled to yourself while putting creamer into your coffee cup; she had a not so subtle crush on Bucky Barnes, one of the guys you’d grown up with, for ages now—much to her father’s disapproval. Bucky was pretty smart and had a knack for robotics that had led to quite a bit of destruction when he was in high school that Tony was inevitably called to fix. He was the local mechanic but he was also the resident genius and received almost as many SOS calls as the station. Even as a well educated paramedic and a contributing member of society, Bucky hadn’t been able to erase the bone deep irritation Tony felt every time he saw the kid.

“Thanks, Friday,” you spoke quickly when it looked like Carol might start teasing the poor girl. “Should we pay at the register today? It looks a little busy.”

The brunette smiled and nodded, appreciating the distraction. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Mrs. Phillips wants to turn the tables as quickly as we can, Sundays are always so busy during football season.”

She excused herself from the table and you suddenly found yourself once again the center of Carol’s attention and wondered if, maybe, you should’ve just let the blonde tease Friday until she got bored. At least it would’ve kept her distracted from you for a few minutes. Her fingers were dragging lazy circles over your hip and you had to tamp down on a shiver.

“You need to figure out how to arrange your schedule to have more time off, baby girl,” she immediately picked back up on your previous conversation, fork in hand, “at least two complete days off a week and you shouldn’t be working more than eight hours a day.”

“It’s—it’s fine, though. I like my schedule,” you pursed your lips, frustrating coming to sit in your chest.

“You’re working your life away, y/n.” You almost trembled at the sound of your name falling from her lips, she hadn’t used it since yesterday, before… everything else. “You’ll learn to enjoy things outside of work, too. Now, eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

There was no room for discussing in her tone and you clammed up immediately. You were fully aware that you worked far more than most people, but your job wasn’t difficult or stressful. You didn’t really need time away from it like you were sure Carol needed from hers. The library was your happy place, surrounded by books and the patrons. It was certainly better than being at home, in your house that wasn’t really your house, on the same land your parents had died on.

You didn’t respond, didn’t bother. Carol’s demands didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t like you had to do what she said anyway. Your breakfast was delicious, the diner was one of your favourite places to eat in town, and you ate most of it before calling it and focusing on your coffee. Carol had a significantly higher appetite than you, being several inches taller and with at least fifty pounds of muscles on you. You assumed she must’ve worked out regularly too, to be in as good of shape as she was. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a woman in real life with actual abs.

“Finish up, baby girl, we’ve gotta get going in a minute,” her hand squeezed your hip gently and you glanced to see her plate was almost empty, just a biscuit remaining from the platter she’d ordered.

“I’m all done if you are.” The look she passed your plate was calculating; you’d eaten most of it, the eggs and half of your bagel and one of the strips of bacon.

“Eat the rest of the bacon and we’ll head out.” You looked at her incredulously, wondering if she just hadn’t heard you or if she really was willing to bulldoze you quite so thoroughly, and concern turned her lips in response. “Can’t you eat it for me, baby? Please? You’re so small, it worries me that you’re not eating enough.”

Guilt settled heavily in your stomach and you picked up one of the remaining slices of bacon; everyone knew that Sheriff Danvers had a big heart, she cared deeply about the safety and wellness of everyone in your community. Even before people started to accept her as part of the town she’d started going out of her way to help people, bringing groceries to some of the more elderly folks in town or stopping by to feed dogs or cats for people who got caught at work later than expected. She was a genuinely good person and you felt bad for getting so irritated with her.

Carol watched the emotions pass over your face with rapt concentration; it was interesting to see the way you went from annoyed, to guilty, to properly brought to heel. The guilt would really be a breaking point, she could tell. You ate the last two slices of bacon and she smiled at the obedience, leaning over to kiss your cheek lightly.

“You’re so good for me baby girl. Come on, let’s go pay and I’ll drop you at the library.”

Another splash of guilt ran through you when she paid for both of you meals, easily shushing you when you tried to protest. Friday’s eyes were alight with excitement when the blonde wrapped her arm around your waist and tugged you into her side, the tenderness the woman showed obviously leading the waitress to believe you were indeed in a relationship. Just like Carol wanted, you remembered absently. Everyone in town would hear about it before noon, you were sure. Really, you shouldn’t have let her bring you to breakfast. You’d be denying a relationship for years to come.

Carol walked you out to the car and opened your door again, holding it while you slid in. When you expected the door to close, she leant in and started tugging at your skirt. You hissed her name when she tugged it up around you waist, spreading your knees wide and slapping the inside of your thigh when you tried to close your legs.

“Stay like this baby girl, do not move.” The order was clear and you froze as she closed the door, feeling like a deer in the headlights as she walked around the cruiser and got in. “Good girl, keep those pretty thighs spread.”

She took her time starting the car and you felt a nervous sweat break over your forehead, eyes scanning the surroundings constantly. People walked up to the town’s police cruisers all the time and if someone chose this moment to come over it would be… very not good for you. She cranked the car and put it in gear, smiling sweetly at you as she turned in her seat to look behind her while she pulled out.

The other shoe dropped with startling intensity; the second she’d straightened out on the road her hand was on your pussy. You exhaled heavily through your nose when her fingers stroked over your clit before continuing their descent; you’d almost forgotten how worked up she’d gotten you earlier, the way she got you so, so close to coming and then refused to let you.

“Are you still wet baby?” Her fingers slid easily into your channel and you squeaked as they curled up to rub against the spongy wall of your pussy. “Oh good, nice and messy for me.”

“W-Wait—” her thumb found your clit and you couldn’t finish speaking, a moan dragging from your lips as her hand immediately got to work.

It was shocking how fast she managed to work you up, your hips rocking against her head and your head pressed back against the seat. Her fingers squelched as she pumped them into your cunt, the slickness of your arousal coating her hand and easing the drag. Your ass burned as your hips moved, dragging your bruised skin over the leather seats, and your face lit with a blush when the drag got less painful because your pussy was leaking onto the seat.

“That’s so good baby,” Carol drove with ease despite her split attention, somehow waving at people as she passed while still fucking your cunt with special attention on your gspot and clit. “Are you gonna cum for me? Get that leather nice and messy, I wanna smell your pussy all day.”

The blonde smirked to herself, your moans coming louder and more desperate the longer she worked you over. The second she pulled into a parking spot at the library though she withdrew her hand and you cried out, immediately whipping your head around to look at her with big eyes.

“Sorry baby, we’re here,” she unbuckled her seat belt, entirely unconcerned by the arousal covering her hand and opened the door, “wait for me to come around.”

You couldn’t have moved even if she hadn’t ordered you to stay in place, your chest heaving at the loss of sensation. There were tears in your eyes when she opened the door and she smiled down at you, wet hand immediately finding its way back between your spread legs. You had a tiny moment to hope she might finish you off but she only wiped her hand on the inside of your thigh.

“Now, I’m going to let you walk in by yourself.” Her words almost didn’t make any sense, blood rushing through your ears as your cunt pulsed desperately. “You be a good girl and do not touch yourself today. You don’t get to cum until I make you cum, do you understand?”

She gave you a hard look and you gulped, nodding your head in a jerky fashion, “Y-yes S-Sheriff.”

“That’s so good baby.” She bent over and pressed a kiss to your lips, her still sticky hand cupping the side of your face and smearing your own arousal against your cheek. “Now, go open up the library. And leave that little pussy messy, I want you to leave puddles behind wherever you sit today.”

content warnings: dubcon vaginal fingering, spanking, water play, edging/orgasm denial, slight exhibitionism, lots of manipulation as usual

#carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader #dark!carol danvers #sheriff au #dark!mcu #yes sheriff #will reblog w tag list

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luxexhomines · 4 years

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if requests are open, may i ask for ouma and saihara (separately) getting their nails painted by their s/o and the whole time they’re like “hOLY fRiCK dUDE HOLY FRIcK-“ and blushy n stuff but their s/o is just completely and utterly oblivious? thank you c:

Thank you for the request, sweet anon! To be honest, I don’t feel as though I’ve done the prompt justice, but here it is anyway. I kind of forgot about the oblivious part, oops… Your request came after requests had been closed, but I didn’t delete any of the ones I’d gotten for some time after I’d closed them, so today after I looked around my inbox, I thought maybe I’d fulfill this one. Icon credit to danganronpaicons! I used their surnames in the writing since your request used their surnames, so I hope that’s okay- I never know whether to refer to them by their first names or surnames. I can change it if you’d like. Here’s your request, under the cut, since it’s a little long.

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Kokichi & Shuichi x Crush! Reader Painting Nails

Kokichi Ouma

Ouma was currently sitting in front of you, his hand cradled gently by yours as you concentrated and carefully painted a layer of purple nail polish on his index finger. Grape Panta purple, to be exact.

He couldn’t quite remember how he’d got into this situation- did it even matter, anyhow?

He tried to keep the red from tingeing his pale cheeks as he stared at you blankly. If he were a robot, this would be the moment he overheated. What’s that, you say? Why make a fuss over getting his nails painted? The point was not that his nails were being painted. The point was that his nails were being painted by you, his crush, the one and only.

He thought he might faint, but that would be much too out-of-character for someone like him. He’d leave all the fainting and daintiness to Saihara.

“Alright, that’s one hand done,” you exclaimed happily. “I was so nervous, I thought my heart would burst!” you looked him in the eye and beamed at him.

Perhaps he should get a pair of sunglasses, Ouma thought to himself. Not that it would actually help prevent him from falling further in love with you. He offered his usual smile- or at least, what he hoped was his usual smile -and leaned in slightly.

“How does this work? Should I paint your nails, too?”

You laugh. God, that was such a beautiful sound- like the trickling bubbles of the river, or perhaps the singing of the birds. Was Ouma being sickeningly cheesy and overly poetic for no reason? Probably. Not that he minded. It was a natural reaction to being around you, after all. How anyone spent time around you without acting the way he did and thinking the things he did was a wonder to him.

“No, that’s alright,” you reply, grinning. “I somehow have the inkling that you’d get the nail polish all over me and my clothes, probably on purpose.”

He arches an eyebrow, amused.

“You really have so little faith in me? Nishishishi,” he nickered. “I promise I won’t,” he says in a rather sincere manner, which was a miracle in its own way. He supposed being around you just made miracles like that happen.

A corner of your lips raises, and you display a lopsided smile.

“Only if you pinky promise,” you say, giggling.

He sighs and shrugs.

“Fine, if it’ll get you to believe me,” he says in a mock-show of disappointment and betrayal.

He holds out his pinky, the one that hadn’t been painted yet- after all, the other one was still drying after you’d applied the polish -and you hooked your own unpainted pinky around his firmly.

“You promised,” you remind him before letting go. “You’d better be careful. But first, I have to finish painting your other hand!”

He holds out his unpainted fingertips to you, and you hold his hand gently. It was warm, you thought to yourself absent-mindedly before grabbing the bottle of purple nail polish once again and forcing yourself to focus as you painted his thumbnail.

Ouma shivered, and you looked up at him, stifling a chuckle.

“Not used to it?” you jab. “You will be soon, with me around. I’ll paint your nails again after it all chips off.”

He wasn’t sure if he could handle being in such close proximity with you again, but at the same time, he had to thank his lucky stars that you wanted to paint his nails. Either way, it meant he got to spend more time with you.

“I’m not a nail polish maniac like you,” he retorts. “This is the first time I’ve had my nails painted, after all.”

You smile broadly.

“That’s right, I’d forgotten! That’s why I decided to paint your nails,” you declared.

Ouma rolled his eyes playfully.

“Against my will. You dragged me in here kicking and screaming.”

You shake your head as you paint his pinky finger.

“Lies, all of it,” you say, teasing him back.

“When have you known me not to lie?” he smirks. “It’s my trademark.”

You snort.

“I knew you were the devil when I met you. Should’ve kept away. Now it’s too late, and I’m stuck with you for the rest of my life,” you say dramatically.

His heart skips a beat. It was now or never, he thought.

“It’d be nice to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says softly. Oh, the things you did to him- it was hardly a phrase he’d ever imagine himself saying. Maybe in another life, but not as Kokichi Ouma. He waited for your reaction as you capped the purple nail polish bottle and then examined his fingers closely.

“I’m all done! Your fingers are all painted. Aren’t they pretty?” you say excitedly.

Funny. He was sure you’d heard him. He stares at your face pointedly, and it was then that he started to notice the redness of your cheeks. It’d been there all along, actually, but somehow he’d failed to notice it until now. And you looked rather nervous and somewhat giddy. He smiled and licked his lips. It sure was different, being on the other end of having a crush. Especially once you knew it was mutual.

Your eyes flitted around as you stammered, taking note of the silence.

“W-What’s wrong? You don’t like the nail polish?”

He leans in just as you lean backward instinctively, away from him.

“I love it,” he says with a smug smile and watched your expression change as your heart jumped.

“You…you love the nail polish? That’s great,” you babble. “I..next time we’ll switch colors, and maybe I can draw some designs on them too…” You stand and rush to the door in an attempt to escape, but somehow he gets there just as quickly, and soon enough, you’re trapped between the door and Ouma, who’s somehow starting to resemble some kind of predator hunting his prey.

“Don’t run away,” he says, gazing directly into your eyes, and it’s all you can do to keep the heat on your face from rising any further. You gulp.

“What is it…?” you ask, your voice quivering.

He takes your hand in a sensual manner, intertwining his fingers with your own.

“I haven’t painted your nails yet,” he says slyly.

You glance back at the door, wanting to escape as the tension rose, and you tried to answer him, stumbling over your words in an attempt to find an excuse.

“I… There’s… I’ve got to go,” you say. “You can paint my nails another time.”

He sighs dramatically.

“I know you’re lying,” he says with a mischievous smile. You know that smile means trouble, and you press your back to the door. “But I guess I’ll let you go for today,” he concedes. “We’ve got a lot of time, after all. But I’ll just take this first,” he says and leans in, placing a small kiss on your cheek, and you felt yourself stop breathing as the heat that had dissipated rise once again to your face.

“O-Ouma!” you stutter when you find your voice. He smiles in that infuriatingly self-satisfied manner, and you run out the door, a ball of nervous energy, embarrassment, and happiness.

He laughs.

“Now that I know there’s at least something there, I’ll take my time chasing you down,” he says to himself, a smile playing at his lips. “We have all the time in the world for me to make you fall in love with me.“

Shuichi Saihara

“You’ve never had your nails painted before? Want to try?” you say with great enthusiasm, grabbing Saihara’s white, slim fingers. “It would look great on you,” you promise.

Just holding your hands was enough for a blush to rise to his pale cheeks, and he struggled to focus on your words. You were holding his fingers, he thought to himself again. It was hard not to doubt the existence and reality of such a lucky occurrence.

“I, er… I’m not so sure it would look too good on me,” he says apprehensively.

You shake your head adamantly.

“Saihara, it’ll look amazing on you! I can see it now. Come on,” you laugh, carefree, and pull him into your dorm room. He was having a hard time following the events, what with all the sensory overload- first, you’d taken his hands in yours, and then he’d entered your room, which smelt like you and had all your personal effects in it.

“Are you sure?” he tries again, still not convinced.

You pat the chair, signaling for him to sit, and sit across from him, holding a bottle of nail polish.

“I’m sure! I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you say, your body almost unable to contain the excitement you had.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your energy as you uncap the nail polish bottle.

“Okay, okay, if you say so,” he replies, smiling wryly.

You put your hand out, palm-up, and looked at him expectantly.

“Hand,” you say as if ordering a dog to give you his paw. On command, he gently places his left hand on yours, and you keep it steady as you paint the first layer of nail polish onto his thumbnail. It was colder than he had expected, and he observed your careful precision at work. It was like a dream, having you paint his nails- and being in your room, too, was like a dream.

“Out of curiosity,” Saihara says, “why did you pick the color gold? I would’ve expected something a little more understated for someone like me.”

At those words, your head flicks upward quickly.

“Don’t say ‘someone like me!’” you admonish him. “How many times do I have to remind you? Anyway, the color gold is perfect for you,” you smile. “It’s the color of your eyes,” you peer into said eyes, “which are absolutely stunning.”

He leans back slightly, and the color pink crawls onto his face slowly.

“Thank you?” he says as if asking a question. “I’ve never been told that my eyes were stunning before.”

You hum as you paint his ring finger.

“Well, they are,” you reply, not thinking too much. “You’re the most attractive person I’ve met, actually.”

When you don’t hear him reply, you look up at him only to see a sea of red coloring his cheeks, and his signature ahoge is all bent out of shape. His dark gold eyes, the color of ichor, the blood of gods, were averted from you, and it was then that you realized what you’d said. You subsequently turned a similar color and tried to backtrack- but the damage was done.

“I, uh… I meant that you’re objectively beautiful!” you blurt. Nice save. Not. He glances at you, and you’re suddenly back to painting his nails studiously.

“Oh, I see,” he says, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he sounded disappointed.

“There,” you say, all smiles. “One hand down! Keep it away from stuff so it doesn’t get ruined, and give me your other hand.”

He nods, placing his other hand on yours once again. He thought he might understand why people said they wouldn’t wash their hands after shaking hands with a celebrity now- the feeling was unbelievable, and he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.

You work in a comfortable silence for some time, and he finds himself drawn to observing each part of you. There was just too much about you that he loved. Being able to be in your presence like this was too good to be true, he thought to himself, but he still valiantly fought the heat from his face.

You finish and cap the bottle of nail polish, standing and putting it away.

“All done! Now you’ve just got to be careful not to ruin it by touching things or doing anything weird,” you say as if prescribing him a treatment.

“Thank you,” he says, standing up as well, and he looks at his painted fingernails closely. “They’re rather pretty.”

You bit your lip lightly and then smiled proudly.

“I did my best! They look better than my nails ever do. Probably because I can do both of your hands with my dominant hand.”

He quirks an eyebrow, intrigued.

“That’s right, I forgot that when you paint your own nails you have to switch hands…”

“Unfortunate but true,” you agree. “It’s alright, though. I do it more for the fun than to look nice,” you admit. “Thanks for trusting me,” you say genuinely.

“Of course,” he says warmly.

It was now or never, you thought to yourself.

And so you leaned in and kissed Saihara on the cheek affectionately.

It took a moment to register- rather, it was funny watching the usually cool-headed and calm detective transform into a young schoolboy once more, and he put a hand to his cheek quietly, mouth slightly open.

“Did you- did I…” he mumbles, and he stares at you as his face rapidly turns redder and redder.

“Did you not like it?” you say innocently, slightly nervous.

Out of all the words to come out of your mouth at that time, he had been expecting something more along the lines of you asking what he meant or maybe something else confirming he’d been hallucinating- but no, here you were, a fond look in your eyes as you looked at him questioningly, blushing slightly.

He summons up his courage for his next actions, and he leans in and delicately wraps his arms around you, and you do the same, your arms going around his back. You could feel the color on your cheeks as the pace of your heartbeat escalated.

“I-… I loved it,” he says. “I love you.”

“I love you too, in case it wasn’t obvious,” you say with a teasing tone in your voice.

The two of you embrace for a bit of time before letting go, and your eyes immediately darted to his fingernails.

“You ruined them! What did I say?” you scold.

“For a good reason,” he protests in defense of himself.

The two of you hold defiant expressions until you both burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright. I’ll redo them,” you say in between fits of giggles, and you kiss him on the cheek once more. “I’ll just take this as my payment,” you smirk as he turns another 50 shades of red.

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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Love You’re Born to Find- Cordonian Ruby chapter 6

Pairing: Olivia x Bastien; Ruby Rys x Beau Larkin; Galen; Lovett

Word count: 2,015

Warnings: presumed heartbreak, angst, mention of dead parents, it’s another tear jerker grab those tissues.

Summary: Ruby has made her decision, she just has to loop in her brothers ... and Beau.

A/N: This takes place immediately after the end of chapter five. I know you guys are excited to get to Cordonia but it’s gonna be a few more chapters until they leave. They have to plan, do this safely, two minors are involved and they aren’t going to be leaving them behind but safety measures have to be discussed.

A/N2: A major thanks @sirbeepsalot for all your graping, prereading, editing, and telling me when to let go. I love you boo! Thank you to my snippet reader @loveellamae who screamed appropriately.

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own Ruby, Galen, Lovett, and Beau, I’m borrowing Bastien and Olivia from PB.

Ruby nervously chewed her thumbnail as she paced the floor. Her response had been automatic, the answer slipping past her lips with barely a thought.

She stood by her decision, though she was nervous now that she had to explain everything she’d learned to Beau. How do you tell your boyfriend you are really royalty and meant to rule a country? Her stomach twisted in knots, she didn’t want to leave him, not when she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be coming back. She thought of inviting him to go with her, would he want to go with me?

Even after five years together she questioned if he’d be willing to leave everything behind for her. Could I really ask him? Could she actually bring herself to ask him to leave behind his family and risk his life for her? Would it be kinder to say goodbye and shatter her own heart into a million pieces?

Her heart pounded in her chest, he was the only guy she’d ever dated. He was her first love, until this morning she had thought he’d be her only love. Five years, and now she was standing at a cliff trying to decide if she should free fall or dive with him by her side. Maybe it would have been better if Mama and Papa hadn’t allowed us to stay in Texas so I could be with Beau.

The thought made her throat grow tight. She loved him more than she had ever thought possible and she never wanted to think of not being with him, I might still lose him. I can’t ask this of him, can I?

“Ruby, are you really a princess?” Lovett questioned pulling Ruby from her fearful spiral.

“Lovett!”

“What Mama? I want to know.”

“Eat your apples,” Olivia slid the plate of sliced pink ladys across the table to her youngest. How he could eat those overly sweet monstrosities she’d never understand, for now she’d be thankful they could bring a moment of silence.

“I was just wondering what it means for me!” Lovett pouted as he picked up an apple slice.

“We’re waiting for Beau, and then we’ll explain. Just be patient, Little Wolf.” Bastien gently ruffled his son’s dark auburn locks, earning a grunt in response. Patience was not Lovett’s strength.

“I’m gonna go wait for him outside,” Ruby said. She felt as though she would suffocate if she waited a second longer, the walls slowly closing in with each passing moment.

“It’ll be okay Goose.”

I really wish I could believe that Papa. She rushed outside, sighing in relief as she watched Beau exit his old blue and white pickup.

“Ruby is everything okay? I thought I was coming by later.”

“I — let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll explain.”

“Wait.” He rested his hands on her shoulders, his hazel eyes imploring her sapphire blue. “Is everything okay?”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn’t sure, she had no idea how he’d react to her news. Only after she told him could she truly know if she was okay or not. When did I become some lovesick girl? “I don’t know.”

He pulled her into his arms pressing a kiss to her hairline. “Whatever it is Ruby, I promise it’ll be okay. I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

She shook in his arms at his words. Don’t say that. You don’t know. She looked up giving him a weak, unconvincing smile. “I know.” Do I? I know he loves me, but this is life changing.

Every step towards the kitchen made her heart beat faster and her throat constrict. The fear of losing him because of something she couldn’t control had gripped her so tight she couldn’t breathe. She was sure she would strangle from the worry alone before she had explained.

“Beau’s here!” Lovett exclaimed, “can we talk about Ruby being a —”

“Lovett,” Olivia shot him a stern look full of warning, “let your sister speak.”

“Ruby, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“That’s what I want to know!” Lovett quipped. “Ow!” He pouted as he rubbed his shin where Galen had kicked him.

“Ruby are you sick? Please talk to me.”

“It’s nothing like that.”

Beau's eyes darted around the familiar faces of Ruby’s family, desperate for some hint of what was going on. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Ruby nodded as tears streamed down her face. Please let that be true. “M—mama and Papa g-gave me this this morning.” She struggled to get the words out as she pulled the letter from her pocket.

How do I begin to explain? Do I just blurt it out? “M-maybe it w-would be b-best if y-you r-read it …”

“Okay.” Beau responded, still struggling to understand what was going on. Lovett was his normal overexcited self, Galen was calmer and more subdued watching as always. Ruby, his beautiful, strong, confident Ruby was shaking like a leaf and shedding more tears than he’d seen over their five years together.

Beau carefully took the creased paper and sat at the table, slowly unfolding it revealing an elegant script he’d never seen before. “Ruby, what is this?” He asked looking up at her.

“Read it, then I’ll explain.” Hopefully you will still be able to look at me.

“I want to see!” Lovett said, jumping from his seat.

“Lovett, sit. Give Ruby a minute. If you interrupt again you will go to your room until after she’s explained.”

“Fine …” Lovett grumbled crossing his arms over his chest.

Ruby turned away, unable to watch Beau read the words she now had memorized. She wasn’t ready to see the moment that he could no longer look at her. Please don’t hate me.

“Ruby, is —is this from your parents?”

“Yes.” She replied, back still turned to him.

“Okay, I’m more than a little confused.”

Ruby spun around, her brow knit together in confusion. “Why are you confused?”

“I’m just trying to understand how one letter from your parents could make you this upset.” Beau glanced back at the letter. “Your parents were royal, I just don't know why that made you so upset.”

Ruby swallowed as she took the seat next to him. “Mama and Papa explained to me after I read this,” she pointed to the letter that turned her world upside down. This was not how today was supposed to go. When she woke up she never would have expected that she would end up explaining to Beau that she was a queen and had to leave. “They explained that my parents died in a car accident and that Papa is the only reason I survived.”

Beau carefully took her hand into his, brushing the back of her hand with his thumb. His hazel eyes were soft as he gazed into her tearfilled blue. You’ve got this, you can tell me.

She smiled weakly, would he still be so calm and sure once she was done bringing all their plans for the future tumbling down around them? “The accident was caused by the king of a neighboring kingdom … he —he wanted an alliance with our country that involved marrying me off, my parents refused. So he killed them and took the country.” Her voice shook as she recounted the details she’d just learned that morning. “Cordonia, my country, it’s destroyed … the king has destroyed as much as he could … I’m their queen,” she held her head a little higher despite the pain threatening to pull her down. “I need to help them … I have to free them.”

Beau’s hand brushed her cheek, “alright.”

Ruby squeezed her eyes shut. “I—I don’t know if or when I’ll be back.”

“Oh.”

Ruby’s eyes sprang open, her heart leaping in her throat as she caught a glimpse of heartbreak on Beau’s face. Can’t he see how much it’s breaking me?

“I just thought … what about our plans?”

“I —”

“Can we go back to Ruby being a queen?” Lovett asked, his fingers drumming the table excitedly.

“Okay boys. I think it’s time to give your sister some space.”

“But I want to know what’s going on!” Lovett whined.

“We’ll all talk later, I think it’s better we give Beau and Goose some space.”

Ruby gave her father a tiny smile as her brother’s exited the room. “I promise, everything will work out, Goose.” Bastien said, giving Beau a small nod as he left the room.

“RuRu, tell me what’s going on.” Beau said wiping the tears from her cheek.

Ruby cracked a half smile, “that’s not fair, you know I can’t help but laugh when you call me that!”

“That’s why I said it.” He knelt in front of her taking both her hands in his. “Talk to me.”

“I love you so much and I don’t know what’s going to happen and I can’t ask you to give up everything for me.”

“Ruby,” he looked down at their clasped hands, “this isn’t how I was planning …” He released her one hand brushing her blonde waves behind her ear. “Ruby, you are the strongest, most amazing woman I ever met. I never would have guessed the day I met you that you would have become so important to me.

You are smart, feisty, and never afraid to speak your mind.

You have taken me by surprise from the very start. You were always so confident, but with me you tried to shield it.

I’ve tried more than once to pinpoint when you claimed my heart and I honestly think it might have been that first date when I took you shooting at Nana and Pop’s.

Any other girl would have complained that shooting isn’t a date, but you just pulled back your hair and definitely beat my ass.

You never seem to be afraid, you just go into everything headfirst and so self assured.

When I think about my future, all I know for certain is that my place is by your side. I don’t care where we are, here in Texas or across the ocean saving your country from a tyrant; none of it matters as long as you are by my side.”

“Beau, I can't ask you to leave.”

“You aren’t asking. I know you, you would never ask. You would rather take a million hits yourself than allow anyone you care about feel a second of pain. You always put those you love first. I know you don’t want me to feel like I have to go, but Ruby I do.”

“Beau …”

“Ruby, as much as you can’t stand to see others in pain … I couldn’t stand not knowing what happened to you if you left. I know there are no promises, but in life there never are. I also know that when it comes to you, there isn’t a damn thing you can’t do if you put your mind to it.” He paused collecting his thoughts. “Ruby, I have never been happier than I have with you. I can’t see a life without you by my side.”

Ruby swallowed. “Beau … what are you saying?”

“Ruby, I don’t care that you are a queen, I love you for you and nothing would make me happier than being your husband.”

Ruby’s lip trembled. “Beau.”

“I’m saying … I’m asking … will you marry me?”

Ruby nodded as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

His hand cupped the back of her head as his lips met hers in a tender kiss. “God I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Do me a favor RuRu, stop scaring me like that.”

“Stop calling me that ridiculous nickname!” She playfully slapped his chest.

“Nope, it’s staying for the rest of our lives.”

“Nana and your mom are gonna kill me,” she rested her head against his shoulder, “taking you away and putting you in danger.”

“They’ll get over it.” He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her hair. “They love you way too much to stay mad forever.”

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takingcourage · 4 years

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Miscalculations: A Witness AU

Chapter One

Catch up here: Prologue

Pairing: M!Cassian x MC

Word Count: 2,000

Series Summary: After years apart, fate brings Kellen and Cassian together a third time. Can they learn from the mistakes of the past, or are they destined to repeat them once more?

Note: We’ve got a time jump and a transition chapter here. I promise things will pick up in the next installment, which should be posted no later than Wednesday.

Also, for what it’s worth, I don’t know what to make of canon Harika. In the first couple of chapters, she's MC’s friend (close enough to be the one person MC hopes to call before entering WITSEC), but the dialogue options in Chapter 7 suggest she’s just the “office gossip.” As you’ll see in this chapter, I’ve stuck much closer to the original impression I had of her character.

Cassian was staring. He couldn’t help it, really.

Tucked away in the corner of the pub, he had a perfect view of the young couple at the bar. From here, even if they caught onto his attentions it would be easy to pretend he’d been focusing on the game being broadcast above their heads.

Starting in on his chips, Cassian still watched them from his periphery. The exaggerated flourish with which she finished off her drink, the confident way he flagged down the bartender to order her a second, the laugh they shared as their heads bobbed close enough to conspire.

It was almost enough to make Cassian jealous. Working with international fugitives made for an exciting three years, but it had left him with little chance or energy to pursue much else. The transfer back to Boston was timely.

He’d missed being in a city that he knew like the back of his hand. Even more, he’d missed having a place that felt something like home. And, he considered, catching the lovesick eyes the couple made at one another, there’s a chance you’ll run into her.

It was a far-fetched thought, and one he’d be better off forgetting altogether. It had been ages since he’d seen or heard anything of Kellen. For all he knew, she wasn’t even in Boston anymore. She could have moved a dozen times over and he never would have been the wiser.

Maybe the years away were making him sentimental, or maybe it was just that his twenties had slipped into his thirties without fanfare or any significant life changes. Whatever it was, he’d been thinking a lot more about settling down, and thoughts of settling down almost always led to thoughts of Kellen.

Living with her in Nantucket was the closest approximation he had to a permanent relationship, and though his feelings on that time together were mixed, they were mostly fond. After years apart, he couldn’t help feeling curious about what would have happened if they’d ever had the opportunity to reunite.

It was probably for the best that he never found out.

A waitress brought him another pint, taking the near-empty glass from his side.

“Thank you,” he murmured before taking first sip. She started at the sound of his brogue, and he offered a small smile in return as she walked away.

His accent had always been something of a blessing and a curse when it came to women. Kellen had labelled it his “third-sexiest feature” after drinking a bit too much one night in Nantucket. She hadn’t elaborated on the other two, but her attentions the rest of the evening had left him with few doubts.

Drawing steadying breath, Cassian realized that his thoughts had strayed in her direction yet again. It was high time he stopped letting the past have that kind of control over him.

Now that he was back in Boston, it was time to move on. Time to put field work behind him and transition into something more stable. Time to catch up with his Ma and what siblings still remained in the city. Maybe it was even time for him to start dating seriously.

A figure passed in front of his table, no doubt on the way to the single restroom in the nook nearby. His senses honed on her automatically, though he was certain she posed no threat.

Black hair, late-twenties. A bearing that exuded more than the natural allotment of confidence. As he caught a glimpse of her face in profile, recognition dawned.

Was that Harika?

He wiped the foam from his upper lip, zealously scanning the rest of the bar for signs of Kellen. She was nowhere to be seen: the same as every other time he’d chased her phantom over the years.

Still, if he wanted a way to get back in touch with her, he could do worse than asking her best friend. Grappling with the possibility, he locked his attention on the hallway she’d disappeared into.

Was it worth the risk? Their “relationship” had been holding him back for the last few years. What if finding her again only extended the inevitable? What if it led somewhere worse?

But could anything really be worse than leaving things unresolved?

When the woman appeared again some minutes later, he sprung into action almost before realizing he’d made up his mind. “Harika,” he called, wondering if there was any way to make the interaction feel natural.

She pivoted toward him with a skeptical eye, her mouth falling open when she saw who he was. “Cassian? What are you doing here?”

He could ask her the same. An Irish pub in Allston didn’t seem a likely establishment for the woman to frequent. “Getting some dinner. Any chance you’d join me for a minute or two?”

Harika looked pointedly toward the bar, then perched in the empty chair. “I’ve got a minute.”

The two of them had never been great friends, but they’d gotten along fine on the handful of occasions they’d interacted in the past. Even so, there was something unnerving about having her across the table from him now. “How’ve you been?”

“Stellar,” she commented dryly, scrutinizing her nails. “Did you really ask me to sit so we could talk about me?”

“Blunt as always, I see.” Forcing a laugh, he tried to gauge her demeanor.

She engaged in a catlike stretch, miming boredom with frightful accuracy. “Why change?”

“Okay, you’re right,” he conceded, rubbing his hands together under the table to try to relieve the clamminess of his palms. “I was wondering if ya might be able to give me Kellen’s new number? I haven’t been able to get ahold of her, and I’d like to talk.”

Harika arched an eyebrow. “It’s been an awfully long time since you left. What makes you think she’d want to talk back?”

Cassian bristled at the question, but covered it well. Maybe he’d jumped into the crux of the matter a little too quickly. “Is she doing okay?” he began again. There were a thousand other things he was dying to know, but it seemed like the best place to start.

“She’s fine. Still single, if that’s what you’re getting at. Woefully single. But that doesn’t mean she’s desperate.”

This time, he didn’t try to disguise the astonishment on his face. What had he said to make her so defensive? “I’m just looking to talk, Harika. Maybe take her out for dinner to catch up.”

The request seemed to satisfy her. At the very least, it didn’t provoke her further. For an uncomfortable moment, she just stared at him, filing one long nail against the pad of her thumb. Finally, she uttered a responding question: “What if she’s better off without you?”

He was missing something. The matchmaking coworker he’d known had been replaced with a cautious protector intent on giving him the third degree. Eyes narrowing, he chose his words carefully. “I think that’s for her to decide.”

“Kind of a change for you, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

"You didn’t exactly give her a choice when you ended things, running out on her without even telling her what country you were headed to or giving her a way to stay in contact.”

Cassian’s blood ran cold. “It wasn’t like that,” he insisted, having to tamp down the growing indignance at her accusation. Surely she knew that he’d done everything with Kellen’s best interest at heart. “It was going to be months before I could contact her again regardless, and she didn’t want the distraction of a relationship. When I left, letting her move on seemed like the best option. ” He rolled his shoulder, covering his wince at the spasm the motion produced.

“And you haven’t said a word to her in the meantime?”

“I haven’t been able to find her. I checked the office, her house...everything.”

“Yeah, she transferred to the new branch a few months after you left. She moved to be closer to the new building.”

He nodded at the explanation. She’d been talking about such a transfer before they’d lost contact, though she’d never mentioned specifics. “And her phone number? It’s been disconnected for years at this point.”

“Had a stalker. She had to change her number and delete her social media and…”

Cassian swore under his breath, anger rising as he thought about what she’d been through. He took several moments to process the realization that Harika might be protecting Kellen from more than just him. “I wish I’d known. I hate thinking that she had to face that alone.”

“She had me. And she’s strong.”

“I know.” What Kellen lacked in street smarts, she more than made up for in determination. If her safety were only a matter of willpower, he never would have had cause for alarm. Still, the news that she’d been in danger sparked his protective instinct in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

“Do you think she would agree to meet with me?” he asked quietly, softening at the reminder of how far removed they were from Nantucket.

“I have no idea.”

At her vague reply, he decided to switch tactics. “Would you at least be willing to give her my number?” Given Kellen’s recent history, maybe it was best to leave the ball in her court.

Harika surveyed him with an appraising eye, scratching her brow with a thumbnail with calculated slowness.

“If you do,” he continued, “she can decide for herself. I won’t press any further if she decides not to take it.”

The woman dropped both hands, her empty palms serving to emphasize her question. “What is it that you’re hoping for?”

“To know where we stand. I want to know if there’s any chance we could be more to each other now than we were before I left.” He was letting himself get carried away again. Sighing, he reined himself back. “If we can’t, then I hope to find some closure.”

Across the table, Harika’s bored expression transitioned to a half-smile. As she looked him over again, Cassian could almost see her brusque facade falling away. “I’m the one who pointed you out to her on the rooftop that night,” she confided, meeting his gaze. “Did you know that?”

He nodded good naturedly. She’d told the story at least a dozen times across the few encounters they’d had.

“I said then that you were relationship material, and the hopeless romantic in me still thinks that could be true. I’ll talk to her for you. Here,” she unlocked and passed him her phone, “put in your number.”

“Thanks, Harika. I really mean it.”

“You can make it up to me by taking Kellen on a date,” she offered with a wink. “Seeing her alone is depressing. But if you hurt her, you’ll have me to answer to. Got that?”

“I do.” There was something almost absurd about being intimidated by a woman half his weight, but he took her promise seriously. If nothing else, he certainly didn’t want to get on Harika’s bad side.

“Good. And good luck, Cassian. If you’re the one who gets her to change her mind about romance, I’ll have bragging rights for the rest of my life.” Depositing the phone in her purse, she stood and left him with a practiced wave.

___

The next forty-eight hours crept by. Even at work, Cassian felt like he was checking his phone every two minutes to see if he’d missed any updates from Harika.

When the message finally came two nights after their meeting, it was from a foreign number. Standing at his bathroom sink, he tapped it open as he brushed his teeth, almost choking on the toothpaste when he read the opening two words:

It’s Kellen. Meet me at 10:00 tomorrow morning at Gemma’s Bakery.

It took everything within him not to call the number back. After three years of silence, the first words from her threatened to make him foolish with power. Deciding against the call, he still wrote her immediately, toothbrush sticking at an angle between his lips.

I’ll be there.

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spilledkauffie · 5 years

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Family Stuff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: FLUFF A/N: Happy Spernatural Day! (Everybody’s kinda in here!)

“I’m serious you guys,” you furrowed your eyebrows, standing at the bottom of the stairs, “be careful.”

“Don’t worry we’ll be just fine,” Sam said with a smile, placing a hand on your shoulder and kissing your cheek, “it’s really not that dangerous.”

“Are supermarkets known to be very dangerous places?” Jack asked confused, following Sam’s motion to kiss your cheek and then heading up the bunker’s stairs to the exit.

“No,” Cas commented, third in the line, “it’s just Y/n’s over protective motherly instinct to ask us to be careful on all outings.”

Dean quietly chuckled to himself as he watched the scene play out in front of him, from the table he was at. You were so short compared to everyone that it was always funny when you decided to take charge and truly try to enforce it. He watched you cross your arms and attempt to hide the prying smile on your lips.

“Okay, mister,” you tilted your head at Cas.

“We will be fine, I promise,” Cas tilted his head with a faint smile, before heading up the stairs.

You watched, biting your thumbnail, until the three of them had left. It always made you nervous when anyone left, call it paranoia or just an occupational hazard, but it worried you every single time, no matter if the mission was a demon or a tub of ice cream. Shaking your head, telling yourself you shouldn’t just stand there doing nothing but worry, so you headed back to where Dean was.

“Well,” you huffed, running your hands through your hair, still damp from your shower, “seems like Jack liked his first piece of chocolate pie.”

You began picking up the plates from moments ago when you were all gathered around the table for a little late night dessert. Dean wobbled the glass beer bottle back and forth, watching you gather up all the dishes. Of late the conversations the two of you had been having felt more...real. You talked about Jack a lot and like he was your own kid. You personally were staying at the bunker a bit more than usual, waiting for them to get back. It was starting to feel, in its own odd way, normal, at least to Dean.

“Don’t you think?” You looked over your shoulder, walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah, no, he seemed to like it,” Dean tried to play it cool, distracted by his own thoughts.

He got up to follow you, leaning back against a countertop, opposite to where you were already washing the dishes. Lovingly looking you over, he liked the moments where you were completely and comfortably yourself. You never understood why, but when you were in sweats and his old Metallica t-shirt, he always complimented you. To him you were relaxed, safe and with him, that’s what mattered most.

“Hey, uh,” Dean started, as you shut the water off, turning around while drying your hands, “I don’t think I ever said this, but thanks for taking Jack in so much.”

You watched him tap the glass bottle with his finger, as if he had a lot more than that to say on the subject, but couldn’t quite yet. Smiling softly, you set the towel down and made your way over to him. Taking a moment to meet his green eyes, you had felt something was up with him for a while, but couldn’t place it exactly. Not wanting to pry it out of him, you opted to let whatever he wanted to say naturally happen.

“Of course,” you smiled softly, “that’s what family does, Dean.”

Tracing a hand against his jawline, you stood on your tip-toes to kiss him softly, before walking back to the common room. Nodding to himself with a faint smile, you were only making his emotions for his new found normalcy deepen. Leaning against the doorway between the two rooms, Dean took a sip of his beer, watching you clean up the table a little more, straightening all the miscellaneous papers Sam had spread out and what not. You stopped only to flip your hair over and put it up into a messy, but efficient bun.

Dean imagined what it’d be like if tomorrow he didn’t have to get ready for a hunt. If tomorrow he could just stay in bed with you, for as long as he wanted. He eyed your figure and just wanted to spend time with you, in more ways than one.

“What?” you looked over to Dean, who was staring.

“Nothing,” he dropped his gaze.

You didn’t push it. Instead you grabbed a book and moved to the couch, curling up at one end. Mainly you were trying to keep yourself preoccupied, and you were instantly happier when Dean joined you. It was silent for a while, and you didn’t mind, but your senses told you something was still unsaid.

He reached out for your hand, and you let him take it from your lap. Pressing a kiss against the back of your hand, he rubbed his thumb softly against your hand now settled on his lap. Lowering your book and looking over to Dean, you were met with his gaze.

Feeling a heat rise to your cheeks, you’d never get used to his affectionate looks of love.

“What’s the look for?” You asked curiously, setting your book down with a smirk.

“What look?” Dean tried to act cool, “I’m not giving a look.”

“You’re giving a look,” you responded out of certainty, adjusting yourself on the couch to be cuddled right against his side, his arm around the back of the couch.

“Do you want to watch Tombstone? Do you want sex?” you started guessing, stroking his jawline with your fingertips, “Sex during Tombstone?”

“No, no,” Dean chuckled to himself, adoring how well you knew him though, “I’ve just been thinking.”

“About?” You shifted your body to face him more evenly.

“Just...my life,” he admitted, “how it’s changed, since I met you.”

You smiled sweetly, laughing a little, as if your presence really made that much difference in his crazy life.

“I’m serious,” he said, to which you gave an attempted serious face, prompting him to explain, “I’ve never felt more hope and happiness then when I’m with you. You know exactly what to say when I’m being stupid. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, and I get to wake up to that everyday, which is pretty great. My brother and Cas love you. I think Jack is mesmerised by you and I can’t blame him.”

You leaned your head against his bicep, smiling.

“I just love you a lot,” Dean said, “you’ve made my life so much better. I’ve changed, we’ve changed and I just don’t want to lose that.”

Pushing yourself up a bit, you caressed his jawline and smiled into the kiss you gave him. His arm slipped from the back of the couch to around your frame, bringing you closer to where you had to brace yourself with a hand on his chest.

“Dean Winchester,” you pulled back, feeling him rest his forehead against yours, “wife me up already.”

You bit your lip and giggled, closing your eyes, not noticing him reach for his pocket. His fingers quickly finding the cold metal circle that happened to be your ring size with a beautiful diamond on it. Dean swallowed nervously-

“Y/n!” a familiar voice called out.

Dean quickly shoved his hand in his pocket casually and cleared his throat.

You looked over the back of the couch and up, to see Jack quickly running down the bunker stairs towards you. He had a plastic yellow bag in hand with seemingly only one single object. You perked your eyebrows trying to show the same amount of enthusiasm when he was finally standing in front of you.

“I found what’s called a puzzle and it has your favourite flowers on it,” Jack pulled the box with a picture on it out of the plastic bag, holding it nicely, “maybe we could all do it tonight?”

He looked between you and Dean, when Cas interjected.

“Jack, they have to sleep it’s already-”

“Oh come on Cas,” you smirked, standing up from where you were cuddled with Dean, using his thigh to push yourself up. His hand slipping down your body as you stood, “don’t tell me you’re getting to be an old man, it’s only eleven thirty.”

“By human definitions I’m already an old man, an ancient man,” Cas answered, walking towards the table.

“Of course I’ll play it with you, Honey,” you hugged Jack with one arm, rubbing his back, taking a look at the box with him as you walked to the bigger table, “maybe we can get Dean to play too.”

He shook his head, seeing Sam set down all the groceries on the table before you started telling him to take it to the kitchen, Cas was already sitting, waiting to begin while Jack took a seat next to him as you opened the puzzle.

“Yeah, how many pieces is it? Five and maybe I’ll do it,” Dean responded, watching his heart walk towards everything he loved most.

“2,500,” you called back.

“Two thousand five hundred?” Dean practically yelled, almost in disbelief that a puzzle could even be that many pieces, dropping his head back.

“Don’t be an old man,” you teased, knowing that would get his attention instantly, as you swayed your hips looking over your shoulder.

Dean stood up and came to where everyone was, but directly looking at you, “I’m not an old man, old men actually like playing puzzles, so Cas is an old man.”

“This was established,” Cas sighed.

“No, you’re just grumpy like one,” you continued to tease with a smile, not failing to notice how Jack was adoringly looking between you and Dean, “I bet Jack and I can find two sides of the puzzle before you, Cas and Sam find one.”

“Oh,” Dean tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, “that’s a bet.”

With everyone seated you dumped out the pieces, and took your seat next to Jack, who had to be the most excited being to ever play a puzzle in that moment. You were turning all the pieces over and hunting all the flat ones. Sam started to reach for one you had an eye on, and you practically lunged out for the piece, but to no avail against Sam.

“No,” you whined, retreating slowly, “I totally had my eye on that one, you just have eight foot arms.”

“Yeah, eight foot arms on our team, shorty,” Dean teased you.

You dropped your jaw at his remark, watching Sam laugh to himself while shrugging in agreement and Cas continue the hunt, still trying to get the whole objective.

“I love family game night,” Jack smiled, sifting through the pieces.

Glancing over at Dean, he gave a soft smile, before telling Cas to hurry up. When you looked back down, Dean watched you show Jack how the pieces should fit together, while simultaneously slipping your foot up Dean’s leg under the table. He knew he wanted life to stay exactly how it was, and he’d make that official when the time was right.

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