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exhaslo · 2 months

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Can you do like a God Miguel and devil fem reader, this is my first request so please no hate 😭 Oh yeah AND SMUTTTTT

That man is basically a God, haha. Usually I see this request the opposite way, so this is going to be so much fun!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, teasing, taunting, handsy, oral sex (m receiving), riding, rough sex, dirty talk, doggy style, creampie

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"C'mon, Big Boy. Afraid to show a lil ol' devil like me what a taste of Heaven looks like?"

This was a sight to behold. No one had ever dared to question or even go against Miguel's ruling. There was a reason why the two dimensions were split between Heaven and Hell. There were a whole list of reasons.

One of them, being devils like you.

You gave a wicked smile towards Miguel, the God of Heaven himself, the ruler of all Angels. Hell, the very man whom separated the Angels and Devils. He was one who controlled all. One who could change the course of fate itself.

"What's a Sinner like me to do in order to enter your pearly white gates of Heaven?" You cooed, getting on your knees.

"You have already made your choices in life. You must live with the consequences of your actions." Miguel spoke.

You gave a pout, pressing your lower lip out while pressing your breasts together.

"But, it wasn't all my fault! I'm here to confess my sins and do right. Please, give me a chance? Isn't that what Angels do? Give second chances?" You begged.

Miguel grunted lowly as he shooed his Angels away. They had started to whisper amongst themselves because sadly, you were right. Miguel disliked it when a devil would sway the good hearted with cruel twists of truth.

"You wish to be redeemed? How do you plan on doing so?" Miguel asked. You bit your lower lip, finding his scowl hot,

"I'll do anything."

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Miguel sure had you work your way into heaven. As God, he personally oversaw your progress. Every human you helped; everyone good deed you did; everything was in his sight.

Even your advances. You were sly as you did your job. Poking your ass out slightly; accidently having a tit pop out; hell even using the old lollipop trick. You were doing whatever it took to try and sway Miguel in your favor.

"Hm, excellent work. Perhaps I just might consider your arrival into heaven after a few thousand more good deeds." Miguel hummed. You felt your eye twitch,

"Thousand? Isn't there anything more..." You slid your hand down Miguel's chest, "Intense I could do?"

"Have you forgotten who I am?"

"I haven't," You whispered in his ear, slowly lowering your tank top, "I know that you rule over everything. You see everything while no one can see you. You poor stressed God."

"I'm not stressed." Miguel huffed as he glanced around the human world, "I know what you've really been after this whole time."

"Hm? You have?" You cooed, "Then why entertain me?"

"Because even a God gets bored."

In the next second, both you and Miguel were in what looked like a human hotel room. A smile curled upon your lips as you spread your legs on the bed, slowly removing your top. You gave Miguel a seductive look, motioning him over,

"So bored that you'll entertain a devil?" Miguel scoffed,

"So bored that one might say I am stressed." He tried to change the topic, but sighed, "Sometimes even I grow jealous of how easily humans find pleasure."

You raised a brow, your smile growing wider. You sat up, reaching for Miguel. Your hands stroking down his chest as you threw your top across the room.

"Allow me to give you a show then?" You whispered.

Swapping places with Miguel, you proceeded to give him a little lap dance. As you moved your ass against his crotch, you started to take your bra off. For a God like him to entertain a devil like you, oh this was going to be good.

You nibbled against his ear as you took off you pants, revealing no underwear. A chuckle escaped your lips as you glanced down towards Miguel's erection.

"Hm, does mini God wanna play?" You cooed.

"Perhaps I could show you what heaven tastes like after all." Miguel played along.

Oh, that made you wet. You hands were all over Miguel now. You just had to strip him, but slowly. You cute little devil tail twirled as you started to grind against Miguel's white robes. You stroked his face, watching his temptation grow,

"Shall I do all the work?" You whispered. Miguel just smirked,

"Weren't you the one who needed to get into heaven?"

You huffed as you removed his robes. Eyes widening at the sight of his dick. He wasn't a God for nothing. With a lick of your lips, you got on your knees and started to work your magic. You had good deeds to do after all.

"How many deeds if I make you cum?" You hummed with a lick of his tip.

"A hundred."

"Oh? Then I'll have my work cut out."

"It's a good thing stamina doesn't exist for me." Miguel said with a smirk, which made you quiver.

Ignoring that thought for now, you returned to stroking and sucking Miguel's dick. Of course God doesn't have stamina. Even devils and angels had it. Well, at least you were trying to earn his forgiveness and not the other way around.

You moaned lowly as you started to take Miguel deeper. His dick was thick and long. Just the thought of him ravishing you was making you horny. Not to mention the sounds of his grunts was delicious. If only you were a succubus, this would make a fine meal.

"Still waiting to be impressed." Miguel teased.

You felt your eye twitch as you kept sucking. What more did he want? Gasping, you felt his hands on your head as he started to thrust into your mouth. Tears started to form as you tried to breathe through you nose.

"Here's your first hundred." Miguel groaned.

You nearly gagged as Miguel cummed inside your mouth. Moving away, you swallowed what you could, but coughed up the rest. There was so much. Wiping your mouth, you glanced at his still harden erection and chuckled,

"If that's the case, then this will be easy."

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"Are you giving up already? What a poor little slutty devil you are." Miguel mocked as you bounced on his cock.

You were drooling as you rode Miguel. His dick fit so nicely inside you, stretching all your walls as you fucked him. His tip hit the far back of your cervix, making you really see heaven in a different light. You had only fucked him for a few minutes and you felt like giving in.

"Is this all Hell has to offer?" Miguel asked. You flinched, feeling yourself about to cum again,

"N-No...J-Just....so...ah~" You whined, jumping down once more only to cum.

"This is why you need my help."

Miguel held your waist and started to thrust up inside you, causing you to moan and squirm. His dick was too much. He was hitting you in all the right places. Gripping your hips, Miguel watched your tits bounce as he fucked you from below.

"Tsk, tsk, this poor little devil wants forgiveness right?"

"Y-Yesh~"

"I'll give it to you. One load at a time."

You shuddered towards his words as he released a heavy load inside you. Gasping, you felt Miguel press you against the bed, entering you from behind. His grip was still tight as he started to pound your pussy.

"Such lewd sounds you're making. Does my dick feel that good?"

"Ah~ Ah~ Y-Yes!" You cried out, gripping the bedsheets. Miguel chuckled, listening to the sound of his dick slapping into you,

"Can you feel my holy presence inside you? Is this the taste of heaven you wanted so much?"

"Ah~ Mhm~"

You couldn't think. You felt your eyes roll back as you focused on Miguel pounding you. His hot cum just begging to spill before his next load. This was truly paradise.

"So cock drunk that you can't even think. What a slutty devil you are." Miguel hummed, feeling you cum around him, "But you are doing the best deed there is."

"Mhm!" You gasped as Miguel slapped into your gummy walls faster,

"Keep coming to me for your forgiveness and I'll happily give it to your horny pussy." He groaned, cumming once more, "How does that sound?"

"Ah~ Y-Yes~ Yes~" You moaned loudly.

Miguel just chuckled in response, turning you over. You were out of breathe and fucked out. Miguel glanced at your body, watching your devil wings disappear since you had no energy. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he watched his cum leak out of you,

"Don't suppose you want to start a new race? I have unless stamina after all."

You had a long road of forgiveness ahead of you, but you weren't complaining in the slightest.

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I CAN FEEL THE JUDGEMENT FROM ABOVE, BUT WE ALL KNOW I'M GOING DOWN! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader

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mummydommythe3rd · 29 days

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The Small Powerless 'man' voice Inside of you.

Special thanks to @onesubbyfemboyyy for submitting such embarrassingly pathetic pictures!

"Don't look so surprised at that diaper! You knew that when my boyfriend saw you in diapers things were going to change! Did you really think that it was just a one time thing? Look at those packages he sent as a gift. He's subscribed so we'll be getting them delivered automatically. After all, it's only fair, right? He's providing what I need, a real cock to enjoy, and now he's providing what you need too!"

Oh my God, this is going to far! For heaven's sake, stop sucking this stupid pacifier and SAY SOMETHING!

"Just think! With him supplying your diapers, there'll be more money for cute outfits for you! Aren't you just so very excited? Go get your crayons! I think Brad needs a very sweet thank you from my diaper cuck for all her lovely new diapers!"

Diapered? Forever?! Is this really what my life has come to?? What would my friends and family think?! Don't let this continue!

Six Months Later:

"I can't believe that you would do this to me!"

Oh fuck, she's really mad!

"What got into you? There I was, having an excellent time at my boyfriend's place, and I had to answer a call from your cucksitter! Did you think she'd actually believe that I said you could wear underwear?! One look at your teeny little clitty cage and it's clear that you're right where you belong in your soggy diapers!"

"That does it! That cruise we're going on next week? The one that was supposed to give us a romantic getaway to try and reboot our relationship?"

Oh no, please don't-

"Me and Brad will be going. Thanks to you, our house-sitter just got replaced by your cucksitter. Enjoy a full month of leaking precum from your clitty cage, early bedtimes, diaper changes, and nonstop babyfood and formula."

NO! Don't just take this! say something! don't stare at the floor! God! Why is my cage so tight right now!? Spot out your pacifier! Put your foot down!!!!

"And since you want to be a brat and cause trouble, I'll be bringing the key to your mittens with me. I'm sure that'll make you much easier to deal with. I hope you spend every minute of our trip telling yourself that you're exactly where you belong! Consider this the END of our marriage. You're a filthy diaper cuck now and forever!"

"Now then, Babycuck, take out that binky. What do you say?"

Tell her you want to be her husband again! Explain that you care more about your life than just being a dress-up cuck doll! Fuck, I'm so hard in my cage! I can't possibly go along with this! It'd mean the end of our relationship as husband and wife!

"Yeth Mommy. Thank you fow cowecting me. I promise to be a good baby while you an Daddy are away."

"Good Girl!"

One Year Later:

"There you go, sweetie! All dressed up for your chores today! Aren't you glad you've finally found your place?"

I have a degree! I should be out there with a job! I should be working toward supporting a family! How did I let this happen?! Now I'm the pampers-filling little baby maid for all my ex-wife, her new husband, and all their freinds! Ugh, why does my clitty throb when I think that?!

"Yes, Mommy, thank you. I'm much happier now!"

I am so pathetic

"I hope you like it! I got a few more in various colors! Even your favorite, pink! But that's not the only surprise! Mommy got you a job!"

A...job? A chance at normalcy??

"Mommy met a man online who owns a pretty sketchy motel. Every morning you'll be cleaning the toilets and tidying the rooms! Then you'll come back to show all the treasures you collected as payment!"

"Treasures, Mommy?"

"You'll get paid in all the condoms you find, and all the wipes you use to clean the toilets! Of course you can't throw them away, so you'll be bringing them back in your diaper to show me and daddy! Your treasures will be no more valuable than those 'family jewels' you keep in there anyway!"

Random full condoms? Shit and piss stained wipes being jammed into my diaper? Hundreds of people's filth squishing against my genitals while I wet and mess myself working for free!? I think I'm going to be sick!!! Does she really expect-OW! My cage is so tight!!!! Is this as low as I can possibly go? I can't accept! I shouldn't! What would my friends say? Do the smart thing for once! Fight this!!!

"Oh Mommy! Thank you! I'm so excited to start collecting all my treasures!"

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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strangemaleswaps · 2 months

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Strange Job Swap

“Oh it's beautiful!” exclaimed the customer waiting in line. I handed her a nicely decorated cake for her son's birthday.

“It's no big deal. Just doing my job.” I acted like it was no big deal, but really I was gladly accepting the praise!

“This is perfect though. Have you considered being an artist?” she replied with a slightly more serious look.

“Yes I have actually…but the job market is tough.”

“Aww you'll get there eventually! Don't give up! Well anyway, you made my day so for that, thank you!”

“You're welcome.” I was a bit sad though, because she was right; I SHOULD be an artist. I recently earned my bachelor's degree, but yet I was still stuck in this dumb hick town, working as a grocery store cake decorator. I may have been good at what I do but I wouldn't want to do it forever!

At least my co-workers are pretty decent, especially my fellow bakery buddies, Chase, Amber, and Domingo. Amber was cool and didn't take anyone’s shit, which is why I loved seeing her because I didn't have much confidence when dealing with unruly customers. Domingo was very sweet, and even though he didn't speak very good English, he's hella good at his job. And Chase, well…he's hot! His bleach blond hair somehow always caught the light at a perfect angle. I don't know how I even kept my focus when he's working next to me.

At the end of my shift, I clocked out, and decided to buy a couple groceries like I normally did. I scanned everything at the self-checkout, put the receipt into one of my bags, and started walking towards the exit. The store had 2 exits on either side of the front, but I only took one because the other had a certain asshole at it - Richard.

The greeter position was removed a long time ago, but they bring it back for employees that have been injured or are too old, so that they can keep their jobs. Now this old guy named Richard had surgery a long time ago and became the greeter while he recovered. But yet he never went back to his old position.

He always stays at one specific entrance, and the reason I hated him so much was because he's racist. Part of his job has him checking customers’ receipts to make sure they didn't steal anything, which seems pretty unnecessary when you have those anti-theft machines at the exit. But I've seen him. The only people he checks the receipts for are minorities. It's not a subtle thing either; he’s super friendly, greeting and saying goodbye to all the white people passing but when it comes to someone who's not, his demeanor suddenly changes.

My luck must've run out today, because I found the sliding glass doors at my usual exit were broken and currently being fixed. The area was blocked off by a barricade, and I knew there was only one other way to leave. I headed over to the other exit, and there Richard was, waving goodbye to a white mother and her toddler. He was wearing his typical gray uniform shirt that was clearly too small, because you could see his gut and nipples trying to poke through. Gross.

I moved through the aisle, trying not to draw attention to myself, but it was all for nothing because right on cue, Richard walked up to me and gave a great big (and so obviously fake) smile.

“Hello sir, can I see your receipt please?”

“Richard, it's me, Marco. I work in the bakery. You've seen me a million times before.” His smile suddenly faded, and his eyes narrowed, as if every ounce of happiness in his body just vanished.

“That's no excuse. How do I know you aren't stealing?”

“Because I want to keep my job?”

“Don't backtalk to me. You seem awfully suspicious today.” He then reached for his walkie talkie and started to page a manager. I really was able to walk out with no repercussions because I truly didn't steal anything, but there's a chance he would page the Asset Protection lady, who was almost as awful.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Nobody answered him. Thank god.

“Am I free to go now?” I said happily. The anger returned to his face.

“Just don't let me catch you stealing again. Or there'll be consequences!”

“Yeah…suuuure.” I walked out the door, into my car, and back home. I can't believe some people honestly. I was so sick of this town! I needed to move away real soon.

When I got home my dog, Kenny, was excited to greet me as usual so I let him outside to do his business while I got into my running clothes, prepping for a run. As I let Kenny back in, I went to check the mail and found a weird envelope in between the bills and spam. I opened it up and it was a letter addressed “to whom it may concern”. I threw it away without a second thought but Kenny suddenly ran up to the trash can, took it out, and placed it back in front of me.

“You really want me to read this, don't you boy?” I said cheerily as I patted him on the head.

“To whom it may concern,

Are you struggling with your current job? Unhappy with the life you have? Well I have just the cure for that! We are now selling happiness inducing coins for only $1 with free shipping! One flip of this coin will guarantee you will soon get a job you love! Get it fast before it all runs out! Just follow the link on the back of this letter if you are interested.” - VV

I wondered who or what VV was supposed to be, and $1 with free shipping sounds too good to be true, so this seemed like a scam. I also wasn't a superstitious person, but for some reason my gut was telling me that this was a good idea. Kenny seemed to think so too as he was wagging his tail under the table and I read. I followed the link listed on the back of the page, typing in each random letter and number combination into my phone and ordered the lucky coin. I went to bed that night feeling a little more hopeful.

The next day at work was just like the previous day, only the door was fixed so I didn't have to walk out the exit Richard was standing at. We did make eye contact though, and he shot me a dirty look. I got home to find that the package had already arrived, which was awfully quick. I cut open the box and inside was a golden coin with a picture of a brain on it. The other side had a picture of a person with their arms spread wide. It was a really weird design. I read the instructions.

How to use:

Flip the coin

No matter what side it lands on, you'll be guaranteed happiness in your new job!

It sounded so lame, but I followed the instructions anyway. I flipped the coin the air, and slapped it on the back of my other hand. Tails. Nothing happened. I guess it was just $1 so it wasn't a huge waste of my time. It's pretty cool looking so maybe I could display it on my dresser or something.

I felt especially tired the rest of the night, but I was fine because I had a day off tomorrow. I was gonna go to the park with Kenny, as well as do a few errands. I was just glad I had time away from my job.

The next morning my alarm went off for some reason. I must've accidently set it by mistake. The weirder thing was Kenny wasn't there. Normally at the sound of my alarm, he comes running from wherever he was sleeping, and jumps on the bed to get me up. But there was nothing. When I started to truly wake up and become more alert, I realized that my alarm was set to the default or something. Instead of my usual calming piano, it was an annoying ringing. I opened my eyes to see what was happening. My vision was blurry, but I could tell I wasn't in my own room.

What happened? Did someone kidnap me? The alarm clock wasn't even on a phone, but rather it was an actual alarm clock. I had no idea what was going on, but I reached over to turn it off so I could think. I'm certain I must've been kidnapped somehow but why? And why would they set an alarm clock? I couldn't see but felt around the nightstand for a clue and found a pair of glasses. When I tried them on, just like that, my vision returned to normal. I had perfect vision before! Why did I suddenly need glasses? I reached up to scratch my head and found my hairline was incredibly receded. I was balding! I looked down with my now clear vision to find an even worse fact. I was chubby!

I sat up and stared at the foreign gut and two large man tits, as well as numerous graying chest hairs. I ran my hands through the hair, pinching them to make sure they were real. I pinched the tits as well, and felt sensations I've never felt before as they wobbled when I let go. I ran my hands through my face and felt a mustache and double chin, and began feeling nauseous at the thought of what I actually looked like. I didn't see a mirror in the room so I walked out the door trying to find a bathroom. The fat jiggled all around as I ran.

I got to the bathroom and nearly puked on the spot when I saw who I was. Richard. Oh god no. Of all people, I had to look like this racist bastard? I stared at myself and grazed my hands along my face. Suddenly I felt angry and started pinching it instead, as if I was doing the same thing to the real Richard, but denial didn't help; that was my face and it hurt. I touched his mustache and pinched it, as if it would come off.

Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't want to interact with anybody looking like this but until I figured out how to fix it, I knew I had to pretend to be Richard. I answered the door to find the mailman.

“Howdy Rich! Woah uh.” He stared at my chest. I forgot I was still shirtless. Having this much fat hanging from my body was almost like answering the door naked. “I see you've lost some weight!” he said, obviously lying.

“Oh uh, thanks.” I replied, trying to imitate Richard’s voice, which was pretty easy considering I've mocked him before.

“Well anyway, not much today; just a letter.” He handed me a letter with a purple stamp on it.

“Well uh see you tomorrow!” The mailman went on his way and I closed the door. I opened the letter and found a note similar to the lucky coin advertisement.

To whom it may concern,

Good morning! I trust that your lucky coin worked well? Welcome to your new life! As promised, you now have a job that you love. Unhappy with the results? Just flip the coin once again, and make sure it lands on what it landed on before! If not, however, your fate is sealed. Best Wishes! - VV, Venefica Viola

Shit. They're not lying though. Richard did love his job. And since I was in his body, I now had that job! But who is this Venefica Viola? It sounded like Latin somehow. I walked back to the bedroom to find Richard’s phone. Luckily he didn't have any lock screen pin so I could easily get in. I searched for a translator, dodging the random pop up ads that were everywhere on his phone and looked up Venefica Viola.

Violet Witch. So magic is involved somehow. I needed to get my coin back so I could undo this! It must still be at my own house. Shit! I just realized why the alarm clock went off. Richard worked today! He had perfect attendance and never uses his PTO, so not going in was gonna look suspicious. I glanced at the clock and realized I only had 20 minutes.

Even though I'd love to see Richard be humiliated by going to work in his underwear, I decided that it wasn't worth attracting attention so I looked through his clothes to put on a work uniform. I found a pair of boxers and accidently flashed myself when I completely forgot I didn't have my own dick either. It was all wrinkly, but honestly a lot bigger than I thought. No. I was not about to get horny over Richard's dick! I found what he normally wore to work and put the rest on. I found tucking the shirt was more difficult than usual, as I had to pull it over my belly.

I guess I could make this work…for now. I hated to admit it, but Richard wasn't all that bad looking. It was his personality and habits that made him so repulsive, but now that I was in control of him, he didn't look all that bad. Maybe I could even turn things around for now and do something nice for the people I know he hates. I grabbed the car keys on the nearby table, and drove to work.

I walked in the store, put Richard's nametag on, and clocked in. I nearly started walking to the bakery area but stopped myself. I guess I'm really going to have to be a greeter for a day. This feels humiliating. I made my way to the front entrance and just stood there, waiting for customers to enter or exit.

Soon enough customers began arriving and I tried my best to act like Richard, though one customer asked if I was all right because I guess I overdid it. I didn't ask any customers to show their receipts though, because I might as well take advantage of being a greeter. I noticed Domingo at the checkout and when he bagged up his groceries, he approached me first instead of the door. He hastily grabbed his receipt and started showing it to me. I wasn't about to let this happen.

“No no it's ok. You don't have to show me the receipt anymore.”

“No?” He looked shocked.

“Checking receipts is stupid anyway. I don't need to do it anymore.”

“Really? I can go?”

“Yep! Have a good day.” It was unnerving seeing him so scared at the sight of me, but he smiled like normally did as he put the receipt back in the bag and walked out.

As I moved towards the break room to take my break, I noticed someone who looked awfully familiar walk through the door. It was…me! I mean Richard. It must've been; if I was in his body, he must've been in mine. It became more obvious by the way he was walking, taking big steps as if he was used to having his gut swinging around…like mine was now. God I hated this. I had to talk to him to sort things out. He smirked as I approached.

“Hey!”

“Oh it's you. I mean me. I mean,” he paused for a second and rounded his mouth into an even bigger smile, which looked uncanny with my face. “The old me.”

“What do you mean ‘the old you’”?

“Well seeing as I'm much younger now, while you're much older, I think the term is appropriate.”

“Well yeah, but not for long. I'm going to switch us back.”

“Oh no you're not! I may have preferred being white, but I’m enjoying youth again! Oh, and don't worry. I saw that coin thing and that letter this morning, and I made sure it would never see the light of day again. You got that…Richard?”

He called me that in the same mocking tone that I always use to call him. I can't believe this!

“Y-you can't do this! I had a future!”

“That's my future now old man. You know maybe I could be a model with these looks. Maybe make one of those, what do you kids call it? OnlyFans?”

God no, I'm an artist, not a pornstar. He can't do this!

“The greeter is a real fun job, Richard. Enjoy it. You're hired!”

#strangemaleswaps #body swap #male body swap #male tf #weight gain

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resowrites · 1 year

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Holy Grail - drabble.

Summary: Henry develops a fixation for a certain part of his pregnant wife’s body…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, sexy talk, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 635

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Holy Grail - drabble.

"Whoa--"

"Henry, get out, I'm trying to get dry!" He quickly turned around as she grabbed the towel from the bed and clutched it to her chest.

"I'm sorry! I came in here to fetch Kal so I could give him his tea!" But the pooch was still fast asleep at the foot of their bed.

"Well you better get out of here before he wakes up, you know how protective of me he is at the moment."

"I know, the soppy git…"

"He's soppy?! You almost had a panic attack yesterday when you thought I ate shrimp! And he picked up following me into every room from you!"

"Yeah well at least I don't guard you when you're in the shower--"

"Well thank God for Kal, otherwise you'd be leering at me through the glass!"

"At least then I'd get a look at them! Come on, drop that towel, and lemme see if I can't tune in for the news and weather--"

"Out, now! I wanna get dry in peace."

"Then here, let me help…" Henry took a few steps forward only for her to dart under the bed so she could fetch something. "What the hell is the broom doing under there?!"

"I had to bring it up last night to squish a spider on the ceiling and now I'm going to use it to get rid of another pest."

"My lady may call me whatever she wishes. For she is beautiful, rich, and got huge… tracts of land!"

"That's it! I'm not enduring Monty Python quotes. You're banned from my presence the rest of the evening. Be gone!" She tried to jab with the broom only for him to dart out of the way.

"Aww come on, when was the last time we got to knock boots?"

"Last bloody night!"

"Then you should be warmed up by now!"

"God give me strength… anyway I thought you just wanted to cop a feel?"

"Well I'll take whatever I can get--"

"Yeah well by the time I'm finished with this broom, you'll be able to sweep the floor!"

"Charming, all I wanted was to enjoy the beauty of my pregnant wife! Honestly, it looks like you're holding up two ten-gallon hats--"

"God you belong on a bloody list… can't you go one night without being a pervert?"

"No, but I'll tell you what, you flash me lefty and I'll give you a hundred quid."

"A hundred quid?"

"Yeah, would you prefer cash or bank transfer?"

"Is that all you think I'm worth?!"

"Well, it's not like you're giving me a handful!"

"And how much would you pay for that? I was thinking of redoing the kitchen…"

"What? Why? I did a good job of the tiling!"

"Henry, two fell off just this morning!"

"Then let little Henry have a dance in your ballroom and I'll fix it for free!"

"Will you also disappear back downstairs?"

"God, you always want to get rid of me!"

"Yeah, cos you get on my sodding tits!"

"I bloody wish!" She looked up at the ceiling and prayed for guidance.

"Henry, give me one good reason why I should have sex with you tonight."

"I can do better than that, I can regale you with song."

"What?!" Henry cleared his throat.

"Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate!" She perched on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.

"I can't actually believe I'm having your child…"

"I can, especially after last night. Now get thee to bed, and let's go for round two--"

"Really? You're reciting Shakespeare now?"

"Well I thought that might do the trick--"

"Fat chance."

"Why not? I can leave the money on the bedside table--" she chucked a pillow at him.

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willowser · 6 months

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i had to call the awful evil witch from tech support at my job today, and it had me thinking about getting the little error message and feeling your heart sink and you lean over to your coworker to whine,

"i have to call and get an override,"

and she snorts because she knows what that means, and despite what she says—there is an evil little gleam in her eye. "maybe midoriya will pick up."

you throw your head back dramatically, letting it hang over the chair until you feel the blood rushing to your ears. "i never get midoriya! what menu options are you choosing to get him, because it's never him for me!"

your coworker shrugs, turning from her computer again to smirk at you. "i don't know, man, it's just whoever picks up."

you stare at the window box in the center of your computer, the red ! at the front of a set of codes you loathe to see. hard as you try to find hope that you'll get lucky and izuku will pick up the phone—you don't think it's likely.

"will you call for me?"

"oh my god, just do it already."

and that's how you end up biting at your thumbnail, staring down at the phone on your desk as the automated voice greets you—happily—and begins to list out the different menu options. you consider choosing something random, to see if that will get you to a different, nicer member of the support team, but you wait too long and the options repeat and you decide to just bite the bullet.

it only rings for a moment before you get,

"task solutions. 's'bakugou."

you roll your eyes up to the ceiling and back and snap to stare at your coworker, mouthing a soundless 'fuck!' as she bursts into a fit of laughter.

"y'got five seconds before i hang up the—"

"sorry, hi, sorry! hi! i'm here!" you muster up all the kindness you can, smiling politely so that it will transfer in your voice. "i just need an override, please."

there's not much he says that he doesn't have to, only grunting in acknowledgement when you give him your name and employee id, read off the error message that brought you into the lion's den.

the support team for your company works off-site, so you've never met him. bakugou. hardly know anything about him outside of the name he barks out when answering the phone, and you don't think you'd like to, really.

it's incredibly frustrating to have to call him for help because he knows the system better than you do, knows your job better than you do—and is quick to call it out when your math is wrong or your input is off. if validation didn't fail every once in a while when the program is overloaded you'd be fine—but here you are.

a tense silence fills between the phone as he works, and you know he can only log in and see your screen but it feels like he's watching you, entirely. to be polite, you ask, "are you, uh, goin' to conference this year?"

the silence becomes a void, all consuming, before he murmurs out a sharp, "no."

"oh, bummer," you chuckle nervously, sweat building on the back of your neck as you watch his mouse click around on your screen. "are midoriya and iida going?"

bakugou sighs, heavy with frustration. "probably," he answers, though, to your surprise. "they like to sit around and do fuck—nothin' all day at the damn booth."

you've been by the task solutions booth every year at conference, mostly because they hand out nice steel cups with metal straws, but the faces you've seen there are never unfamiliar. for a moment, you try to imagine it: walking up to get your free goodie from some sour asshole, only to have him bark at you as you try to reach for it.

the mouse stops in the bottom corner of your screen, hesitating. you hold your breath. this is usually when he chastises you for something he makes sound so simple.

"you goin'?"

"uh," your mouth hangs open for a second, because this is the most you've ever spoken to him that didn't involve scolding of some kind. "yeah, yeah! our team will be there for day 2!" there's a soft hum from the other end, and you see the opportunity for what it is: a chance to get on good terms with this guy, so you can stop being so afraid to call the help desk. "you should go! i don't—i don't think we've ever met before."

it's hard to tell how he takes that, but you only assume not well considering your screen flashes as he logs off, taking the error message with him.

"uh, yeah, whatever," he grumbles, "is there—you need anythin' else?"

"oh, nope! that's it, thanks!"

"alright," the line doesn't disconnect immediately and you curl into yourself, as if you could hear anything else by pressing the phone harder to your ear. then he says, "later." and is gone.

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miyaur · 11 months

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Hello. This is my first time using an askbox(?) So please forgive any mistakes

How would you see Jing Yuan react with a tired/stressed out female s/o who just started to let go of self care and has been too critical with herself (Physically and Mentally). And also been more recluse even with him?

Can I ask both sfw/nsfw head canon (if this is the right term hehe)

And umm I don't know if I saw correctly in hour masterlist that you have indications of anons. If so can I be ☕Anon?

Thank you so much!

synopsis. taking care of his stressed female s/o!

warnings. uhh smut at the end i guess cuz nsfw hcs are included!!

author's note. YEAH OFC U CAN BE ☕ ANON!!! oh my god no more writers' block guys guess whos ready to rumblewrite!?!?!?!

pairings: jing yuan x fem!reader

sfw hcs first whipeee!!!

he won't let that shit slide tbh, like he always tells you to give the best, you should be at your best, and that isn't what you're going through rn.

and if it's srsly to the point you even stop coming to bed, which is usually the case very sadly, he will take matters into his own hands. even if it means he has to take work away from you

like he knows you work hard, and you love your job and stuff, but when you start to prioritize work over yourself? that crosses the line.

and whenever he sees or hears you continuously critiquing yourself, he will tell you you're doing great in 50 different ways.

and while yes, he likes to laze around more rather than working cuz he probably gives all the paperwork to his assistants, he would help you out with your job if you really won't budge

is especially mad when the deadline is weeks away too, like damn calm down its deadline is in 2 weeks

nsfw hcs AAAA

ok so ive mentioned before he'd be a lowkey bully in bed BUT. but. he would be all about your pleasure if it means you'll stop stressing out, or stop with doing work thats in 2 weeks cuz cmon.. 2 weeks is alot.

or atleast he tries to be somewhat 'gentle', can't help being so big that your tight pussy can't handle yk? just loses himself when he's inside

like whenever he's like fucking you to make you feel good he has to remind himself that he shouldn't be like just doing for his pleasure and sake alone

ANYWAYS. likes to eat you out the most honestly, and especially when you are stressed cuz he KNOWS you love it when he eats you out

and knows you like it when he praises the HELLL out of you

oh and any position where he can see your pretty face reacting to how deep he's inside is just fine w him, just as long as he gets the chance to see you and your cute pussy sure

probably would sit you on his cock while he does your work for you :D!!

probably grunts and groans more than whine and moan, like he's just that kind of man when you stressed as hell yk?!?!!?

just wants to focus on you the entire time of having sex, and always asks if you want more rounds cuz like he doesn't wanna break you like he'd usually do haha

no but srsly he'll try his best to be gentle, every little sound you make counts!!

quick post again to keep up with my upload sched on here!!!

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yournecessaryevil · 11 months

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Imagine...

...Chris doing a Skype call with you while he's away on tour, because he misses you...

• fluff; language; slight angst

"Come save me, please. These guys are driving me nuts."

"We love you toooo!" you heard someone yell back. You grinned, trying your hardest not to laugh as you stared back at Chris through the screen of your laptop.

He shook his head, an exasperated look on his face, though you could swear you saw the edges of his mouth pull up in a brief smile. "Seriously. Come save me?" he repeated, raising both brows at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, giving him a light shrug. "At least there's only a few weeks left of the tour? Then you get to come home," you answered. "Then I get to come home," Chris echoed, heaving a sigh.

He sounded exhausted, the poor man. You knew given the chance, he'd tour every day if he could. Music was one of his biggest passions, it had always been. But as much as he loved what he did, there were also those days where nothing could fully keep the exhaustion at bay.

"You sound tired, do you want me to let you go so you can get some rest?" you asked softly. "No!" came Chris's loud and immediate reply. "Er, no," he repeated, a little quieter, shaking his head at you. "I want to talk to my girlfriend, I haven't seen her in almost six months," he added.

You smirked, an idea suddenly creeping into the forefront of your mind. "Oh? Well, when you do finally see her, let me know how she is," you teased him. He stuck his tongue out at you in response, unable to keep from smiling as he laughed. God, how you'd missed that sound...

"Yeah, she's great! I should introduce the two of you sometime. You'd get along with each other really well," he teased back. "She's kind of a brat, though," he added with a wink, smirking at you through the laptop screen.

"Hey!" you protested, earning another laugh from Chris. "Nah, you're my good girl," he reassured you, waving you off with a smile. Leaning back in his chair, Chris ran a hand through his dark hair, letting out another soft sigh.

"Ugh, three more weeks. And then I can come home and see my beautiful girl. I miss you so much," he said softly. His words sent a little twinge of pain through you for a moment. It was never easy, those rare occasions where you had to stay home while Chris went on tour.

But with the different schedules you two shared, sometimes that was the only option. You were training to go into a career of makeup artistry, and while most of your job opportunities landed you a spot on tour with the boys, there were always those select few that had you staying a little closer to home.

These past six months had been one of those times, and you'd been missing Chris since the moment he and his bandmates had left on that bus. You swallowed hard, giving him the best smile you could manage. "I miss you too," you whispered.

Chris's gaze softened, a rueful smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. "Hey, no. No tears for me, okay? Three more weeks," he said gently, holding up three fingers as he spoke. "And then I'm home. To stay," he added.

Before you could answer him, you noticed Ricky pop into view of the camera from behind Chris; he leaned in with a smile on his face. "We'll take good care of him for you until then, we promise," he teased you, one eye closing in a wink.

"No we won't!" you heard Vinny call out from the background. The edges of your mouth twitched up into a flicker of a smile as you watched Ricky throw a quick glance over his shoulder, shaking his head at his bandmate, before turning back around to face the camera.

"Yes, we will. Don't listen to him. You'll get to see Chris again before you know it. In the meantime, trust us to know what we're doing?" he told you. You nodded, quickly blinking back the tears that had started to form in the corners of your eyes.

Ricky winked at you again, before disappearing from view of the camera. You trusted his bandmates more than they'd ever know; they had all been really sweet to you and so supportive of you and Chris when the news had broken of the two of you dating.

More than that, they had made you feel included, like you were part of their little tight-knit family. Vinny had taken an instant liking to you, the two of you constantly adding fuel to each other's antics, something the other guys in the band weren't always too keen on. But you knew that at the end of the day, if you had their backs, they'd always have yours...

"Hey. What are we thinking so hard about over there?"

Chris's voice broke through your thoughts, and you started a little, giving him a nervous smile. "No, I was just thinking about what Ricky had said..." you mused aloud. Chris grinned, sneaking a quick look over his shoulder before facing the camera again.

"He's right, you know. As much shit as we all give each other, we take care of our own. And hey," he said, offering you a conspiratorial smile, "maybe I can arrange for us to be home a week earlier than planned, we'll see."

You bit back a smile, nodding. "So... see you in two weeks then?" you asked. Chris grinned, shrugging. "If these guys don't mind, then yeah. See you in two weeks, Y/N. Hey, baby, I gotta go. We have rehearsal and then sound check in a few, so... talk to you soon?" he said.

You nodded again, blowing him a kiss through the camera. "You'd better. I love you, Chris, so much..." you told him. He blew you a kiss too, giving you that smile of his that had made you fall so hard for him in the first place.

"I will, I promise. I love you too, Y/N. See you when I get home," he answered. With that, the two of you hung up on the Skype call, but not before you could hear one of Chris's bandmates make some comment about how the two of you were "sappy as shit".

As you sat there with your laptop, a smile slowly made its way onto your face. He might be more than a thousand miles away right now, but you knew without a doubt that Chris was missing you just as much as you were missing him, and he'd be home before you knew it, just as he had always done...

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storydays · 2 months

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Let Me Love You

Smut Chapter :)

(3rd POV)

(Y/N) sighed softly as Angel pampered him with kisses, nipping his neck every so often, all four hands caressing up and down his body. His tail wrapped around Angel's waist as he pulled Angel up to kiss him, licking his bottom lip, begging for access.

Angel opened his mouth, and twirled his tongue against the prince's, swallowing the other's quite groans. The spider's second pair of hands started to unbutton the blond's clothes, before pulling away to sit the prince up. "Take this off, bambino." He whispered, humming in appreciation as his lover undressed slowly, giving his fiancee a show.

"You are so handsome." Angel sighed, before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to (Y/N)'s neck, and pulled away, to kiss a trail down his hard muscles, and sucked a hickey on his sex lines before coming to lean his face against (Y/N)'s thigh, running a finger over the head of the cock in front of him, coyly looking back into (Y/N)'s wide mismatch eyes.

"Please." He whimpered.

Angel swallowed him in one gulp, smiling as best as he could with (Y/N) bucking slightly.

His fiance was so cute.

Quickly getting to work, Angel started doing all the things that (Y/N) liked: playing with the head, slightly running his teeth against the member, pulling on his tail, etc.

While the blond was distracted by the pleasure he was receiving, Angel pulled a bottle of lube from his fluff, poured some into his ungloved hand, and slowly started playing with (Y/N)'s hole.

(Y/N) squirmed slightly, feeling the cold feeling of the lube, and grunting softly as Angel's finger started to (slowly) loosen him up.

Angel started to double down on pleasing his prince's body, adding another finger, working his boyfriend up.

The uncomfortable stretch soon faded and (Y/N) sighed happily, enjoying the added sensations, feeling himself get close the edge.

Angel leaned down to--

"Fuck, tesoro!"

--give (Y/N) a rim job.

Gripping his lover's hips slightly, Angel moaned softly as he gave him double pleasure, not giving him a chance to try to locate where he was receiving the most, it was so dizzying.

"A-A-Angel, I-I- fuuuuuuucckkk..." He whined, feeling himself get close.

Noticing this, Angel pulled away completely. "Well, that won't do, amore. We can't have you finishing before we get to the good part."

"So stop playing around, bitch, and make love to me." The prince smirked, spreading his legs a little wider, tail lazily wrapping around the spider's waist.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy." Angel smirked back, before settling between the inviting legs, hoisting them sexy legs over his shoulders, and positioning himself at (Y/N)'s entrance.

"(Y/N), are you sure? We can stop and watch a movie and stuff our faces with snacks until we fall asleep."

"Angel, I'm horny and emotional as fuck right now, and if you don't fuck me right now, I will fuck you into this bed so hard, you'll see God." He threatened, eyes glowing in horny anger.

"Fuck...." Angel shivered, before slowly pushing into (Y/N)'s waiting hole. The demons groaned happily, feeling the same pleasure whenever they've had sex, but in such thrilling ways: Angel was always the one who was fucked, and (Y/N) always did the fucking, so this was sooooo fucking good.

"Move, Angel."

As soon as the words were uttered, the spider started rocking his hips, slowly building up speed. "Fuck, you're so good." "Y-Your dick is so long and-oh!"

Angel had found (Y/N)'s prostate.

"Tesoro, please, please, right fucking there." begged the blond, arms reaching up to pull Angel closer.

"Whatever His Highness wants." Angel grinned, slamming his hips into (Y/N)'s, his moans being drowned out by (Y/N)'s sobs of pleasure.

Wanting to make Angel feel just as good as he was feeling, (Y/N)'s tail was suddenly covered in lube, and slowly made its way into Angel's hole, before fucking the spider at the same pace as he was being fucked.

"Fuck, bambino. Ti senti così bene. (You feel so good.)"

Feeling (Y/N) start to tighten, signaling he was close, Angel reached between them to jerk (Y/N) off. "Angel, I-I---" "I know, amore. It's okay; let go."

At that command, the prince wailed in pleasure as he spurted into Angel's fist, and onto both of their stomachs.

"A-Angel, come inside me.." he whispered, clutching his lover close.

Angel hissed slightly, before thrusting faster, and leaning up to suck on the mark in the crook of (Y/N)'s neck, biting as he came in the prince. (Y/N)'s legs and tail tightened around the spider as he collapsed into his arms, both breathing heavily.

"Ha, now I see why you like to bottom so much, tesoro." giggled (Y/N), clearly sex drunk. Angel chuckled back, as he cupped (Y/N)'s cheek. "Yeah, but I wouldn't mind taking the lead every so often either, sweetness."

(Y/N) hummed sleepily, eyes dropping when the spider tapped his cheek slightly. "I know you're sleepy, (Y/N), but we gotta clean up."

"Mm, no." whined the blond, tightening his hold on Angel to keep him from moving. "Yes, because knowing you, you're going to be hella embarrassed, and grossed out if someone walks in on us, smellin' of sex, or if we wake up in the morning, that we slept in the after. And to be frank, I'd rather not let your cum dry in my fur."

At that, the prince flushed, making Angel snicker to himself.

"Finnnneeeee..."

Angel rolled his eyes, and scooped the prince up, and sat him on the toilet, before running the bath.

(Y/N) yawned and waved his hands, and the bed sheets and room were fresh and clean smelling, ready for the two to return.

Blinking sleepily, he gasped when he was suddenly in the warm bath water, leaning against Angel's chest. "Angel, I'm tiiiirrrrreeeeddddd...." He whined as Angel rinsed the blond's hair.

"I know, amore. 'M almost done."

(Y/N) closed his eyes and sighed happily at the feeling of being cleaned, and wrapped in his (f/c) fuzzy towel, watching as Angel cleaned himself, before getting up to use his magic to dress them, before leaning heavily into Angel's side.

Angel chuckled, and scooped the demon up, before making his way to their bed, and sliding in and holding the prince close.

"Oh, tonight was date night, huh?" (Y/N) whispered, blearily looking up at Angel smiled. "You worked so hard to make tonight special, and I ruined it by being an emotional wreck." (Y/N) sniffed, pushing his face into the fluffy fur in front of him.

"You are not an emotional wreck, babe. You are just a person who was strong for too long. This is a pretty great date, if I do say so myself. I get to cuddle with the Shadow Prince whose name makes literal shadow's quiver in fear. "

Chuckling, (Y/N) sat up to kiss Angel earnestly.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you, (Y/N)."

*End*

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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A line is drawn

Masterlist

Summary: Superman finally finds his limit. And he makes it abundantly clear.

Warnings: angst, darkish superman?, violence.

A/N: just a random little angsty drabble. Tried to switch up my writing style abit in this, just doing a few writing exercises. I hope you enjoy.

People whispered about the death of superman. The final cry of the alien echoing across the city, the cry causing ripples out in the bay swaying boat and shaking windows. A final war cry of a god. His death was still a victory for the city, for man kind.

But that had been nothing compared to the low mornfull furious cry. Buildings shuddered, dust wafted from ceilings and roofs windows cowered some cracked and shattered. Car alarms began screeching as if panicked by the fearfull cry.

Everyone had froze. Time had stopped.

All eyes were on the man of steel as his framed crouched over the body of an unknown woman. She laid still, arms either side of her head face down in the asphalt. Her hair was loose and splayed, sheilding her identity from all the onlookers. Blood began seeping from below her.

Superman tugged the woman close. Rolling her over calljng out to her name. His eyes glossed over as the womans head lolled back and forth. Then a whimper.

The whole crowd released a sigh as the woman soft pained cries carried through the silence. The god shoulders sagged, cape draping over the ground. And suddelny there were calls for an ambulance.

"Clar-Kal? Kal please.... pl-please it hurts" the words were weak and airy. Hissing pants, air being sucked through clenched teeth.

At the womans voice superman seemed to realise she was still alive. He tipped his head down, quickly scanning the woman whose hands were now holding her abdomen. The bullet wound hidden beneath. He sighed thanking god before touching foreheads and pressed a sweet kiss to the woman.

"I will fix this, the ambulanceis comming. Its not hit anything to serious. You'll be okay, youll get better. Youl, be safe. I promise you i will make this city, this country, this world safe for you." The woman shovered, but nodded mewling 'okay'.

But joker managed to regain everyones attention as he waved his gun around in a frantic joy. He was elated playful like a child. He seemed to enjoy his madness as much as he enjoyed the mayhem he caused. There seemed to be a sense of pride arohnd him. Proud of how close he had come to shaking the unshakeable. breaking the unbreakable. He had found the man of steels weakness.

'"Oh? Deary me! I didnt do a good job of that did i boy scout?" If the scene wasnt tense before it certainly was when the clown spoke.

The man of steels shoulders squared and his eyes glowed. Igniting whe his vision locked onto the green hairs clown.

"Take another step and see what happens clown" the voice was almost unhindged. Fury biteing into every word. The loathing was plunged into the syllables, a growled his that threaded threat into each word. There was a respunding quiver of fear shared by everyone present. Joker smiled oh no. His voice

"Step? Oh no no no~ i wont step closer, i promise." The mad man cooed standing on his tip toes mimming almost falling forward. But then skipped back finishing his announcement with a chilling laugh.

"I dont need to take another step, the good thing about guns means i can? Well here let me just try again;" the joker didnt even finish his sentance. No one could even registerhis words before there was a flash. A red flash, molten heat roared over the woman drawing a yelp.

But only her yelp was heard. Joker didnt stand a chance, the force of supermans rage knocked him off his feet, butthe heat had cremated him befor he could drop to the floor.

Everyone held their breath, shock ringing out in screaming silence. Metropolis had just changed. Superman had commited murder, in broad daylight in front of millions. But none could manage a sound. The sirens of an ambulance called out, hauntingly across the quiet scene.

Superman looked down to the woman.

"This world will be safe my love. It will be safe for both of you. I swear" he cooed, one hand moving to cup her lower abdomen. That was when it all became clear. Superman had drawn a line. And he will kill for his family without hesitation.

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jake123415535 · 3 months

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To be killed or not be killed.

It was cold... You spent the betterment of your time in the dungeons of the palace of Euthymia. It was your prison, a personal one. You thought to yourself, how could everything go wrong? _ The wind was smooth on your skin, as part of the Raiden Shogun's Army, you were expected of excellence. You gave your very being to fight for Inazuma, to battle the very threat of Resistance that endangered the nation. You did your job, as part of your clan and your position. Yet it wasn't enough. The Raiden Shogun expected more from you, as if your life's work had been nothing but a fly to be swatted away. You were friends with Kujou Sara, the infamous Tengu General, one of which you spent a lot of time with whenever you had the chance. Both of you were close childhood friends yet she had been frequently avoiding you these past few weeks, each reason had varied from each other. You felt...closed off. She was the only real friend you ever had, everyone else were leeches that wanted to suck whatever resource your clan had. You tried...and tried to get her attention, yet everything failed. It took a toll on your health, with no one to talk to, to be comforted with, it was devastating yet a letter came not long after, the Raiden Shogun had invited you to her personal abode. It was a very rare chance, a once in a lifetime opportunity. And so you went, the halls were eerie, devoid of anyone but the guards stationed in every corner. You were scared, you knew what your god would ask of you and you failed in your duties. Stumbling upon the room of the Raiden Shogun, dressed in military attire, you gave a deep breath before giving a few knocks. A muffled yet slightly clear voice ushered you in, "Come in." And so you opened the large double doors gently, letting yourself in and closing them back again. For the very first time in many years, you had seen your god up close, in the past it was always someone else to relay her orders for you and yet here you are. In front of the very being you respected with all your being. Quickly kneeling down, you were nervous. The presence of the Almighty Shogun was something to behold. Her aura far exceeded her capacity as a ruler. Befitting as one of the seven Archon's. "You...You called for me, your Grace?" You said, stuttering slightly with your words, doing your best to stay confident. "Yes, I have. Please sit, my General." She gestured towards the small table in front of her throne, already set with hot tea you assumed to be green tea, known to be the Raiden Shogun's personal favorite brew. You sat down in front of the table, not moving a muscle as you waited. "I've received reports...on your behavior and I have to say I am quite...disappointed by your current lack of motivation. Does it not make you proud to be in such an army I command?" The Shogun walked down the steps of her throne, talking small but graceful steps to sit in front of you

"I understand your situation however. To be alone. No one to comfort you..." Your eyes gleam at her words, you were relieved the Raiden Shogun would be so understanding, a smile was plastered on your face as fast as she finished her sentence, yet what unnerved you was the several guards that had been ushered in a few moments ago when you were too enamored by her. "As much as I appreciate what you've done for me, you have to understand...your very existence is my doing." You sat still, trying to process her words with every fiber of your being, looking at your sides to meet the several guards that were ready to apprehend you. "From the very day I laid my eyes on you...all those years ago...waiting for the day you'd come of age. And that day has come, hasn't it? Your twenty-first birthday." Your eyes were visibly shaken, what did she mean by that?

"Your...Your grace, what do you mean by...that?" You asked, out of confusion, fear, terror at what she'd do to you if you spoke the wrong words. "Simple my dear general, you'll be with me. For however long I see fit. I will make sure of it." Before you could say anything, you had blacked out. - And here you are, back to where you had been. The prison was small yet it seemed as if this was made to accommodate your stay here. As if it was all planned like she said...you were visibly scared. You knew her stares from when you were young weren't normal. She never was normal. Sound of heels stepping unto the rocky ground echoed throughout the small prison, your breath hitched and grew faster with every step taken. At the very corner, was a shadow growing closer and closer...only to reveal the Raiden Shogun herself. "Here you are. You needn't worry, my dear General. To explain, I found you...enticing. From the very start. I've waited...and waited for you. And I'd wait for an eternity to be with you. Yet everything separates us from each other. A mortal and a god can never be one and a whole." She gave a slight pause, as if disappointed before her smile crept unto her face. "But that's alright. I have you. An Eternity with you. Together and forever." She admired your looks, very much an inazuman beauty she prouded herself with. "Such delicate features...a fine attitude raised just how I wanted." Both her hands had reached to your cheeks, cupping your face gently as her body grew closer to yours despite the bars of the cell. "You'll be here. For me. My personal toy. And I intend to keep it that way." She gave a small laugh before her figure stepped further close to the jail bars, the steel bent as if it were paper, she would stop at nothing to be with you. For your life is her payment for the eternity she would spend in the wretched world. Only you would make everything better. Only you.

#yandere genshin impact #raiden shogun #yandere #gl #yuri #obsessed #obsessive love #obsessive yandere #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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Can i please request a stephen strange x villainous!reader? It’s one of my favorite tropes ngl. So y/n is a hot villain and throughout the entire mission or fight, stephen was horny all the time. After he won the fight and y/n is weak & defeated already, he starts to fuck her. ANOTHER HATE SEX WOWOOSKSJWNWNWN (and maybe this time with more hate 👀)

‘Mind Reader’

Dr Strange x villainous! fem! reader

I FKN LOVE WRITING BADASS SEXY VILLAINS, UR A GEM ILY <3 smut so minors gtfo x

Saying that Stephen wasn't up for the mission was a vast understatement-he physically couldn't go. He was opting to slither his way out through the 'i'm sick' treatment, but being the Master of the Mystic Arts wasn't like a normal job. Being sick wasn't going to get you out of jack shit-only if you were knocking on death's door they would spend a mimimum amount of time considering it.

But he really couldn't risk going.

He was so fucking horny, all he could think about was sex, sex, sex. He hadn't had the chance of bedding a woman since all of his time was occupied with mystical threats and foes; it wasn't really an ideal thing to appeal to a woman. Stephen hadn't been this desperate since college.

But he had to grin and bear it, he just had to try his best to handle himself with care. He could feel his day cloud with misery yet again, the dull ache pulling at his insides once more- it all felt inescapable.

Stephen's mission seemed fairly easy, getting rid of a witch up to no good You weren't an Avengers level threat, you hadn't made a move in this dance with world domination yet- you were just plotting in some random warehouse in the middle of God knows where. Stephen found himself in your sacred space, perceiving his surroundings- mirrors were on every wall, it felt cool and metallic. Lifeless and cold. He was envisioning a widowed hag, he'll get his hands free of this in no time.

With every step he took, Stephen felt a fleeting feeling of an unjust fear course through him- he had to look over his shoulder as swift and jarring metallic industrial noises pierced through the silence. He looked to the floor and saw multiple spellboooks strewn on the floor with cracking spines.

‘’Who are you?!’’ A booming voice echoed against every wall, a heavy rich cadence defeaning the silence

He sensed an overwhelming presence looking up, you were hovering being lifted up by the magic that was flowing through your blackened fingertips.

Stephen wasn't expecting someone like you to be this havoc wreaking witch, you were definitely not the old bat he was envisioning. Your hair was afloat and airy, thick and curled with darkened eyes to accompany your vastly intimidating features. Piercing eyes, black cape, thigh highed boots but there was a thin stip of skin between your suit and your boots.

Your suit was a very tightly fitted corset and he cocked his head scanning you up and down, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Jesus Christ.

He needed to focus, he absolutely couldn't risk feeling this way. Especially when it was from an enemy he needed to defeat.

‘’I said who are you!?’’ You yelled and he could feel the sheer power radiating off of you even when you talked. Stephen conjured up his classic Eldreitch shield in both of his fists .

‘’Dr Stephen Strange and you're plotting ends now.’’ He warned, attempting to shake these inane thoughts out of his mind and focus at the daunting task at hand- getting rid of you.

‘’Under your own juristicion? Doctor, you'll find that it'll be difficult stopping me. Leave. Now. My humanity can only extend so far.’’ Your voice was low and authoritative- eyes darker than your tone. You lowered yourself to the ground as if you were sure Stephen would do nothing, so confident that he wasn't a threat you turned around and grabbed a few stray spellbooks that was scattered on the floor. He quirked a brow at how comfortable and easygoing you were- he'd change that.

Stephen launched an orange blast of fire at you, it was quick and fast and he was sure with your back turned he'd hurt you to some extent.

But he didn't. You held your fist out to the side of you and the blast that was supposed to hit you, disippated into thin air.

Stephen's eyes widened as you slowly rotated your head to stare at him, your face was hard and frowning and anything but forgiving. You let out a shaky cool breath and your eyes went black when your teeth gritted. Your scream rumbled the warehouse as your fingers hardened to conjure up a black ball of fog and lightning and aimed it straight at him.

Thankfully he dodged such a thing thanks to his trusty cloak, but as he was levitating he found that you weren't anywhere to be seen. Stephen darted his eyes from corner to corner but he couldn't find you, you were unmissible. Until he heard little shrieks and giggles echoing against the cool walls as a means to taunt him. He clocked the back whisps of your cloak in the mirrors, fucking hell you were using the mirrors as an escape- a hatch of some sorts.

You were done being kind- done shedding light on the humanity you thought you lost in the black abyss of this unrelenting cruel life. Silently, you found yourself behind him and he couldn't feel that you were, so delicate in your movements as if you were an invisible veil.

‘’Where are you? Show yourself!’’ He yelled, his echo bouncing off every wall

You felt your heart go limp a little when you felt a strong unmissible scent of cologne against his collar. Your face was far too close to his neck, enough to feel the heat radiating off of him- you were glad he couldn't feel you near him, one of the perks of being a witch. You took your time to study him while he was levitating like an idiot waiting for your fated appearance.

You circled him, floating like the breezy air surrounding you both, immersing yourself in the oxygen. You knew something about his energy and aura was different when he first stepped into your space, you let him wander around while watching his every move. He seemed confident and way in over his head. As your eyes squinted, his blue eyes seemed more beguiling than ever. He was hot.

He was. You couldn’t deny it.

You hadn't had any since you relinquished all your goodness- but this was the path that you were destined for. It pained you, though. The lack of sex made your brain feel foggy.

Speaking of feeling foggy, you knew Stephen clocked your presence. Before you could get away he grabbed at your cloak and pulled you back.

He dragged you down to the floor, your spine slightly cracking as your back broke the concrete from under you. Stephen's forearm digging into your neck as the pressure of falling from such a height began to dawn on you.

‘’Unhand me!’’ You grunted, slightly choking as his arm was closing down in on your neck, subsequently squeezing your airways. You can't believe you were going down due to your own inane thoughts.

Not yet anyway.

Stephen gazed down on you with a harsh expression, almost as if he was…checking you out. You were really hot, and it was paining him. Thoughts running rampant with the excessive help of his never ending sexual desire, he was actually conjuring up all the ways he could make you feel good. He had you under him and your dark eyes lightened and he could see the true colour of them, light with a sinister sparkle. Lips parted and exhaling softly, hair strewn out and wild. Stephen's eyes softened in realization.

Your fingers twirled at the opportunity of his grip on you softening, you blasted him off you with just a twitch and lifted yourself up with ease.

The electricity that pinged off of him twinged at his nerve endings, clutching himself in pain momentarily. It was short lived though by the way he zoomed at you.

You were counting on it. As his hand reached for your throat, your hands clamped between his head as a means to literally fry his brain. Stephen's eyes were glazed in terrified surprise.

What you tried to do was make his brain turn to mush and make him the definition of brain dead, what you saw was something else. Surprising and unexpected to say the least.

You found yourself in the depths of his mind, Stephen was thinking of you. You and him. In some very dirty scenarios. Him kissing you, taking you on the floor. Stripping you of your clothes and feeling every inch of your skin. What the fuck.

Your mouth went dry, you let go of him immediately and in your vulnerable state he immediately conjured up an Eldreitch canon and shot it at you. In a single moment, you toppled to the floor. Twitching in pain. As if your ego and body wasn't already bruised, he hit you with another blast. You've never experienced this sort of power before, you've enever fought someone this powerful.

Lying there defeated, Stephen floated down to you, his footsteps soft as he made his way over to you. You blinked up at him, a bitter scowl etched on your face as you perched yourself up.

‘’You here to finish the job? Go ahead.’’ You spat, already accepting your fate.

‘’Before I do, what did you see?’’ Stephen said deadpan and serious, no humour playing at his features.

‘’What are you talking about?’’ You were so fucking done, why can't he just kill you and get it over and done with.

‘’Don't play stupid. You're smarter than that. What did you see?’' He stared down at you as if to rub salt into the wound.

‘’You. Wanting to fuck me.’’

‘’Is that right?’’ Stephen knew, normally every other day it would be a vast embarrassment, but he was too horny to even care. The way you looked up at him, eyes full of hatred as you were on the floor- he couldn't help but wonder if this was the way you would look at him as you fucked him with your tongue.

‘’Now you want me to suck you off.’’ Your eyes creased slightly as you tilted your head, as if you were scrutinising him.

To be honest, while you were in this compromising position with you on the floor and him fawning over you, the delicious thought did cross your mind. You did want him, even though it was a death wish and even though he needed you dead- he looked like he'd satiate that dull need inside of you, that need that you spent years desperate to quell.

‘’How woud you know?’m Stephen blurted out absentmindedly, too blurred by his need to fuck you. God, he wasn't thinking straight. It was insanity fucking an enemy, but you were so surreal. He just couldn't help wanting you.

‘’Everytime I go into someone's head, a piece of me latches onto them. So I know everything.’’ You explained breathless.

‘’Everything?’’ Stephen quirked an eyebrow.

‘’ Everything.’’ You repeated coldly.

‘’So you know how badly I want you.’’ It wasn't really a question or a statement.

You nodded your head slowly.

‘’I know how much of a fucking pussy you are. You won’t kill me. You don’t have the balls for that you little fucking bitch.’’

Stephen took another step towards you. Your eyes darted to his dick and to his eyes, he smirked before letting out a sharp exhale. He placed his hands on your cheek, his thumb soothing the skin. All you could do was stare up at him like an idiot, your lips parted and Stephen's thumb brushed the soft flesh until he slowly put them in your mouth. You moaned softly as your lips clamped around them, swirling your tongue around his digits.

Stephen thought he was dreaming, he could finish right then and there from that sinisterly sexy look alone. You finally let go of his fingers with a pop and a low exhale.

‘’Such a dirty mouth on a such a pretty girl.’’ He tutted before slapping you across the face. Hard. You gasped.

Stephen grasped at your chin and jutted it upwards to gaaze at him, your eyes were unwavering in the process of you tugging his pants and boxers down. He smiled breezily at your reaction of his very well endowed manhood. Shit.

This is exactly what you needed. He let go of you as your eyes flitted from his eyes to his thick veiny cock.

‘’Sweetheart..don’t be dumb...’’ He mumbled, he couldn't finish his sentence as your tongue licked his leaking red tip. Your hands stroked what couldn't fit as your mouth began to fuck him dizzy.

Your mouth was greedy, sucking him and stroking him with a jerk of your wrist, a sensational technique he grew to want more of. You felt so warm and wet around him, your lithe muscle working it's unique sort of magic as your eyes were fixed on him. Stephen's head was hung back as he groaned, he fisted your hair and began pulling you up and down on him. He needed this more than anything, to be treated this way- a beautiful and complicated woman on her knees giving him the most incredible blowjob he'd ever experienced.

‘’I'll finish if you keep going on like that.’m He grumbled.

In an act of defiance you moaned around him, sending vibrations coursing through his body and shooting straight back down to his dick. Stephen felt himself spurt inside of your mouth, it was uncontrollable and he felt like a teenager who finished way to fast- he'd give you a full fucking once you got up from your knees. You thought he tasted really fucking good, your underwear was slick with arousal- you weren't sure of the last time you were desperate to suck someone off.

Lips sliding off him, you gaped up to be met with such discening eyes. Stephen gripped your jaw in an ironlike hold.

‘’Swallow.’’ He gritted lowly, it was an order- you can't remember the last time you were ordered and it made you impossibly wet.

To your surprise, you followed through. You swallowed and darted your tongue out as evidence. He grinned. Suddenly, filled with chivalry, he grabbed your hand and helped you up to your feet, your knees felt wobbly with the bruises of the concrete. That chivalry was short lived however as he pinned you up against the wall, his mouth attacking yours.

You moaned as his big scarred hands were travelling all the way down your body and to the fat of your ass. Stephen could taste himself on your lips and it was sending his mind reeling- it felt so filthy, too filthy for his mind to imagine. Dear God he needed this, he needed. more of you. You were so bad yet so good, like an addict to a drug and he could see you becoming his specific type in no time.

‘’Good girl.’’ He whispered against your lips, fanning the flame to your already heated insides.

‘’Fuck me.’’ You exhaled and whined, begging him to just get you naked, the poke against your thigh was becoming incredibly urgent.

‘’Kiss me with those pretty lips.’’ He breathed, your tongue delved into the depths of his mouth, tongues tangling in a play of dominance.

Stephen kissed and bit harshly at the slender curve of your unblemished neck, strong hands ripping off the fabric of your suit, every rip was a new feeling of skin. You were becoming increasingly more needy as he finally ripped off the last piece, you were only left in your thigh high heels.

Stephen spared a moment just to scan at your naked body, it was better than he could ever imagined. It was like God spent a lifetime creating you. A devious idea formed in his head; he took the fabric at the end of your cloak and ripped it.

‘’Hey! Fucking prick.’’ You protested.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’

Stephen twisted it and held it against your mouth and forced your teeth to clamp around it. Holy fuck, he was gagging you. As you leaned up against the wall, you arched your back to melt into him, desperate expression meeting his aggressive one. You whined against the fabric, hoping he would get the message.

His palms wandered around your body; to the curve of your ass, the dip of your waist and the fat of your tits. You gasped as his fingers twisted your nipples and flicked at them before his mouth enclosed around them.

The sensation was brutal, your fingers threading between his hair and tugging relentlessly only proved that. Stephen left dark purple bruises in his wake and you were desperate to be claimed.

‘’Inside!’’ You cried out in a vain attempt. He heard your cried and all he could do was look at you with heavy lidded lust clouded eyes.

‘’Oh is that how you like it? Hard and fast?’’ Stephen teased, obviously trying to drag this out. ‘’Brutal?’’

You nodded furiously.

And with that he pushed himself inside of you, your warm wet walls coating him completely- he was quite frankly pulsating inside of you, the ache was so fucking surreal. You jolted up against the wall as he began rutting inside of you, body convulsing as you wrapped your legs around his waist, him hoisting you up. You spat out your gag so you could bite at his earlobe- you bit hard as his mouth nesled in the crook of your neck. Every delectable stretch of your insides made your lower stomach tighten deliciously, Stephen was revelling in the stunning look on your face. So fucked out and beautiful.

‘’Right there, huh? That the spot? Fucking love it don’t you?’' He questioned condescendingly as a means to embarrass you.

‘’Yes! Right there! Fuck...’’ You gasped in between thrusts, the spot that made you see stars.

You were so wet for him, he felt spoiled because of it. Stephen's cock was so thick and long it was reaching depths you could only dream of. You were sure you were about to come undone at any minute. Your body was collidin against the wall with every jolt.

'I'm gonna...fuck..I'm gonna cum!' You screamed, feeling your throat grow raw as you bit your lip. He had to make sure you finished first.

‘’Give in to me. That's it, give in to me.’’ Stephen mumbled into your neck before ultimately finding your lips and smothering his on them.

The coil inside of you broke at an earth shattering pace, time was warped and felt unreal as if you dropped six tabs of acid, but this was a high you never wanted to come down from. Stephen swallowed your sweet moan, the sight of you gushing onto his cock was the best he'd ever seen. Your eyes creased in tense pleasure as a glint of relief coated them. A massive lift of pressure rolling off of you. The feeling of your body alone made him paint your insides a thick white, a sweat broke out from his brow as he spilled himself inside of you with a prolonged deep grunt. Stephen bit your lower lip and tugged it back as he finished. You struggled against him as he finally let you go so your feet found the ground.

Stephen was sure you were a sex God. Only in a black cloak and thigh highed heels.

‘’Are you still going to kill me?’’You panted, the ominious question still looming on your mind.

‘’I think I can arrange something else for us.’’

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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devoidwrites · 2 years

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Make me - yoon jeonghan

Summary: You and Jeonghan didn't exactly hate each other, you just enjoyed teasing the other any chance you get.

Words: 1.2K

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Warning: nothing really. just reader and jeonghan being giant flirts. some curse words.

"How the fuck is that a clown?"

"It's not my fault your brain can't function and take note of the giant red nose and huge shoes."

"That's the ugliest clown I've ever seen."

"Thanks, I used your face as a reference."

The rest of your friends groaned at your bickering. They were used to it, even amused at first, but now it was getting tiring. The tension between the two of you was thick, and everyone but the two of you could see the want you had for one another.

Seungcheol groaned as he leaned back into the couch. "Would you two just fuck and get it over with? We're tired of your constant bickering."

"As if I'd be caught dead with her." Jeonghan sent a glare over at the older male before sending one your way.

You returned his gesture with a sarcastic smile. "At least we can agree on one thing."

"Can we just move on?" Joshua suggested. As the sweet one of your friend group, it was his job to try and get the two of you to behave. As his best friend, you huffed and did as he suggested.

You weren't sure how Joshua became friends with the demon, but for some reason they clicked, and now you were forced to hang out with him every time Joshua wanted you to hang out with him. You'd thought about denying to invitation, but he was your best friend and you missed him. As adults, your schedules mixed up and you never got the time to hang out like old times. You'd take what you could get, even if you had to deal with Jeonghan and his aggravating ass.

"Who's next?" Aecha asked. Jeonghan sighed and stood up. He walked over to the giant blank canvas and began to draw the first thing that came to his mind.

It wasn't the worst drawing really, but it could've been a lot better. You couldn't tell if it was supposed to be some kind of animal or an alien.

"And you shit on my picture?" You chastised, crossing your arms as you watched him furrow his eyebrows to finish.

"I'm almost done." He hushed you as he finished his picture. He stepped to the side, letting the four of you get a good look at his picture. "You'll never get it."

"Because it sucks and we can't figure it out?"

"Y/n.." Joshua groaned, knowing what was about to happen once more. It was like the two of you to argue every chance you got. Some would think you lived to annoy one another.

"Only joking 'Shua." A lie You were being totally honest.

Jeonghan smirked at you. "She's just mad because my zombie was too complex for her small brain."

"Oh, is that what it was? A zombie?" You took another glimpse over at the drawing. "I guess in a way it does look dead."

"Are you two really doing this again?" Seungcheol whined. He groaned when the two of you continued arguing and stood up. "I'm done. I'm going to get food."

Joshua and Aecha quickly stood up and began to follow him out of the apartment to leave the two of you in your argument. Neither of you even noticed they had gone until you turned around.

"Joshua would you please-" You paused mid sentence. "What the fuck? This is your fault."

"My fault?" Jeonghan repeated. "How is this my fault?"

"You insulted my drawing for no reason."

"It's not my fault your clown looked like a poodle!" He argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

He loomed over you, but you stood your ground. "God, you're insufferable. Do you get off on arguing or something?"

"No, you're just too easy to mess with sweetheart." Jeonghan chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself. You're the last person I think about."

It was your turn to smirk. "I never said you thought about me Jeonghan."

The tension in the room became thick once more, but it was different than before. There was a certain aura that made the both of you feel hot.

"You know what I meant."

"Do you think about me Jeonghan?" You took a step closer to him, waltzing around his patronizingly. "You do, don't you."

You were getting a thrill on being the upper hand in the situation. Normally he'd have you red in the face, but now it was his turn. You stepped back in front of him, watching as he tensed slightly.

"Shut up."

You clicked your tongue, deciding to push him further. "Make me."

You tilted your head and he scoffed. "Okay, you asked for it."

Within seconds his lips were on yours, and you made no attempts to push him off. His hands gripped your hips roughly as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You weren't entirely sure why, but you found yourself kissing him back at the same pace. Your fingers grabbing at the longer parts of his hair in the back. You pulled softly, eliciting a positive reaction from him.

You pulled away from him. "I'll take that as a yes."

"I said-" He pushed you against the wall behind you. "Shut up."

His lips were back on yours, and you felt yourself slowly succumbing to the want you'd been pushing away for months. You trailed one of your hands down his chest to feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt. Smirking into the kiss, you opened your mouth to let him explore you further. Turns out his mouth was good at more than just arguing.

He pulled his lips from yours to trail kisses down your neck, making your breath hitch. And just like that, the tables had turned once more. You hated how he could affect you in such a way, but maybe Seungcheol was right. Maybe it was more that just hatred you felt for one another.

"Not so bold now, are you?" He asked between kisses. One of his hands was on the top of your ass, and the other was at the base of your neck to keep you in place. "I tend to have that affect on people."

"Shut up." You couldn’t believe you’d let yourself get distracted in such a way that made him think you were speechless.

"Ooh. Make me, sweetheart."

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Hurricane (Johnnie's Theme) for brian wilcox <3

Author's Note | this is the first thing I've ever written for Brian? and he's so...woof. Oh my god. I'm falling in love with him, I think. Also, lmao, pretend you are a naive, boot licking new hire, pretty pls. 🥺 it's for the immersion. also. i got three requests for Brian. so I made them into like a mini trilogy. this is part one of that trilogy. next part will be out in an hour!!

Training a new hire is always a fucking nightmare. Especially since you like to be extra independent, arguing that you don't need much instruction. Which is probably why they hired you, now that he thinks about it. It feels like welcoming a pig into the slaughterhouse.

Brian watches you diligently clean tables and imagines all of the cute little buzzwords you probably put on your application. Self sufficient. Independent. Hard worker. All things that made some corporate asshole sharpen their knife before deciding they'd sink their teeth into your innocent flesh.

He chuckles bitterly to himself. Welcome to Mickey's. Hope you like getting barely paid minimum wage, cold French fries, and shitty customers that will hold you personally responsible when the promotional item they're asking for is no longer available!

You're so unbearably bubbly. God, he can't stand your squeaky customer service voice every time you serve someone. And he can't stand how you seem to actually care about this hell hole. Sorry, princess. Working overtime isn't getting you extra brownie points here.

You try so fucking hard. Harder than he ever has in the year he's been working there. It's almost enough to make him pity you.

So he makes sure that when you ask for fries they're extra hot and when you ask for an iced coffee to get through the morning it's extra cold. He may not understand your work ethic in the slightest. But, hey, coworkers stick together...right?

You clock in early every morning and always offer to close. And Brian really shouldn't let you close. Leaving a new hire alone to close; a female hire, at that? Bad idea. But you insist. And what kind of idiot would he be to turn that down?

The first night he lets you close on your own, he drives straight home and falls dead asleep on the living room couch. But the nightmare he has is unnerving.

You lock up the store for the night. Some creep is waiting outside. And he doesn't like to think about what happened next. He remembers seeing some girl get killed like that a few years back. The guilt of there being even a chance of that happening to you is overwhelming.

So when he clocks in the next morning and sees your smiling face as chipper as ever? The balmy feeling of relief eases the tension he's kept in his shoulders and jaw from the moment that nightmare startled him awake.

He almost tells you no when you offer to close again that night. But he can already picture your enthusiastic grin dissolving into a pout. Begging him, "Please, please, please, Bri? I did everything right last night!"

How is he supposed to explain to you that he absolutely can't let you close up again or else he'd pretty goddamn sure that the nightmare he'll have tonight will probably be worse. The more he thinks about it, the more he's sure you'll probably think he's a fucking weirdo. That makes him keep his mouth shut.

This time, he doesn't leave. He sits in his car and waits for you to close up. He might as well be helping you. It would make the job go by faster. Instead, he watches you carry out your little tasks. He almost expects you to be performing too.

But your shoulders slump as you leisurely mop up the floors. He watches you move back and forth-- almost solemnly--until you disappear into the back.

A solid ten minutes goes by before Brian sighs and gets back out of his car to check on you.

And there he finds you. Out by the dumpsters in the back of the building. Back slumped against the brick wall and face buried in your hands, Brian doesn't think he's ever, ever, ever seen you so much as frown at him before.

"Hey..."

You almost jump at the sound of his low voice and quickly swipe away your tears. There's no use pretending that you weren't crying your eyes out next to the dirty, dank dumpsters. You know that your under eyes are probably puffy and you can already feel snot running down your throat.

So you sound congested when you ask, "Oh, hey. I thought you left already?"

Brian skips the question. "What are you doing out here?"

You scoff, "Well, what are you doing out here?"

"I came to check on you. You were taking too long."

Your brow raises slightly. Was he watching you?

Brian notices your concern and raises his hands defensively. "Technically, I'm not even supposed to let you close up alone. If Tony knew I left you by yourself, he'd be doing a lot more than writing me up."

"Please don't take away closing time from me." your gaze fills with bereavement. "It's the only time I get to be by myself. I just...I need it."

Alone time? You want to risk getting kidnapped or attacked for some alone time? It's almost...sweet.

"Why?"

You lean your head back on the brick and stare up at the blinding light that illuminates the back door. "I haven't exactly had much to do this summer."

"Me neither."

"So...I'm saving up for college. My parents can't afford to send me and I don't want to be in a shit ton of debt. So my hope is that if I prove myself to Tony maybe he'll--"

"Give you a raise? A promotion to corporate? Some office in New York where you can manage the rest of Mickey's worker ants?" Brian laughs. "Yeah, tough luck, kid. You're in the rat race with the rest of us."

"Wow, way to be encouraging." you smile sarcastically.

Brian likes the attitude. It tells him that you have a personality outside of the little worker bee you normally are. "I'm just being realistic. Because none of those corporate fucks give a shit that you clean more toilets than the rest of us and get the best ratings on the customer service survey. Hell, they'll probably make you employee of the fuckin' month. But don't expect any better than that. To them...we can all be replaced."

"Oh, so nothing matters and I should just give up? Does that sound better to you?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Brian rubs his temple and settles down beside you on the concrete. Your thigh touches his and his knee knocks gently against yours.

He swallows heavily before he says, "You do what I do. You do the bare fucking minimum, you take that shitty paycheck, and you get the fuck out of there. You don't owe them your life."

That...makes sense. You nod slowly. Wait a few seconds and ask coyly, "Then what else am I supposed to do with it, huh?"

Brian looks at you then. Even without the obnoxiously yellow visor on, his gaze is shadowed by his dark hair. And even though he reeks of stale grease and ketchup...he's by far your cutest coworker.

And with a wolfish, shit-eating grin, he answers, "Waste it away with me, of course."

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as i’m playing ray’s route again(not enough hourglasses for the AE yet lol) i kept thinking about how, in a realistic scenario, i particularly would have a hard time to actually start a romantic relationship with saeran right off the bat you know?? please don’t get me wrong!! i understand everything that he has gone through and his reasonings but after everything is “alright” (in the AE for example) it would be so insane to actually just have a normal relationship 😭😭 partially i blame that on my trust and commitment issues but the way saeran treats MC in his route hits a little too close to home(even if i wouldn’t really be that shaken by the insults etc)

since you are like the saeran expert i would like to hear your thoughts in a situation like that

Mystic Messenger asks you to suspend your disbelief in reality for the sake of the game. That goes for every character you romance, that is not limited to Saeran. Every Route would not happen that way if that situation played out realistically. 11 days? Yeah, no way. That's not the way things would work in our world. But, because it's a video game, I know that all of us shrug it off and go with it because it does a rather good job at making the romance feel realistic with what they have to work with.

So, hey, it's not weird to be like, "Hey, I love you, Saeran. I see myself in a relationship with you in the future once we've had more time to be sure of ourselves and what we want, but I don't want to rush into this while we're still working on finding your freedom and you want to know who you are outside of Mint Eye. Can we not put a label on us while we learn how to be together?"

And by God, that man would respect your decision to wait no matter what. If you told him that you didn't want to be with him, he wouldn't be upset, either. He's happy to be your friend if that's all you want to have with him. it's okay. He just wants to know that you'll be happy in life and as long as you've got that, he's okay with whatever label you want to have with him. You don't need to be afraid or paranoid about what he might think.

Saeran says these things himself during the Route. He respects your autonomy. He wants what you want. GE Saeran is someone you can count on. Ray and Suit Saeran made mistakes along the way but the two of them wanted to make it right for you, and that desire of theirs by the end comes to be a huge factor in who GE Saeran is. You don't have to forgive either of those two right away, either. Remember the night 9 conversation with Suit Saeran? He says you don't need to be accepting of his apology. He wanted to give it regardless.

Ray didn't want to hurt you, either. He fought against the cult and lied to save you multiple times once he began to take your words as what was the actual truth. You were so close to helping him decode his cult programming up until the moment that Rika wrenched him away and tried to break his new-found spirit out of him before she lost control of him. His apology is in there, too. Their apologies aren't excuses for their actions or choices, but it's a part of the journey to be better men in your life.

You get to choose what you want from them. Do you want to take an apology? Do you not want it? Do you want to take a chance on letting them in your life? Do you want them gone? That's a part of what you have to think about when you're trying to make a relationship with GE Saeran. Do you see yourself moving with the past and walking to your future with him after everything that's happened? So, of course, you have the right to define what you want and Saeran will work with you on that.

If I were writing the Route myself outside of the context of a video game, I would say that Another Story would take place over 6 months to a year instead of 11 days. Saeran's After Ending wouldn't be as fast as it is, either. That's roughly a month and some change, I'd probably chop that up into 2-3 months with a lot of bonus content.

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Part 22

Lilly was already waiting on the platform, she had insisted on picking me up from Colville station, she can be quite stubborn so I agreed. The surprise she had on her face, while trying to hide it, when she saw me getting off the train with my suitcases and backpack, she failed to do so. "I understand your surprise Lilly, I'll explain." I laugh a little uncomfortably. As we walk to her car, I already start talking about what my past year was like. From the moment Jake had entered the mine and from then on there was radio silence. I stop explaining for a moment as we put my suitcases in the back of the car, only to continue as soon as she leaves the car park.

I tell her how I lost my job, that because I was so absorbed in the search, I was sleeping at my desk, too often late or not showing up at all. The warnings had started just after Christmas, and continued for two months. Until, for them, that was enough and they fired me. Even that did not really signal to myself that I was not doing well. That moment was a few weeks back. I no longer slept or ate, all I did was sit in the corner of my room, jumping up jerkily at any sound and seeing things that weren't there. Purely due to lack of sleep and hunger. Only then did the light bulb go on, that I had to give up.

"But you looked so rested and stable that night at Dan's house?" Questioningly, she looks at me. Before answering her, I thought for a moment, where did I flip the switch? "You know, I had given myself one last chance. As one last goal. That was to go to the mine. And I had let Jake know that. Well, the rest is known.". She nods in agreement "And now what? What's your plan now? You can't fall back into the depression you've had.". "Let's give the real Mark a dignified burial first. That's the least he deserves." I sigh. "And then I'll have to look for work and housing." "Until then, you can stay with me, okay?" She gives my leg a small reassuring rub. "And what about Jake?" She asks her question very gently. "Don't know yet. When I got home, my anger flared up again. Everything that happened could have been prevented, with one simple message. 'I am safe, but have to go into hiding.' That would have been enough, only he didn't even do that." I let out an even deeper sigh "He has apologised, he says he sees what he did wrong. Only I can't let it go yet.".

"You need a fresh start. And time, especially time." Uplifting, she gives me her advice. "Yes that would be nice. But don't want to lose him either." I lean my elbow against the door and my head on my hand. "You'll never lose that man." The tone in her voice tells me there's more, so I hear her out "What do you mean?". "Urgh, now I have to confess for sure? I already feel so stupid!" She laughs a bit. "Yes, now you have too!" I laugh along. "Fine! I did like Mark, and asked him out once. But every attempt at a flirtation he turned down. I understand why now, but not then. I never saw him doing anything even remotely flirtatious with anyone." She shrugs her shoulders. "Ooooh! That's why you sounded a bit jealous when I came out of Jake's bedroom yesterday." I blurt out. "Shit, you noticed that?" Startled, she looks at me again. "Yup. Thought it was a bit strange. But must confess I hadn't considered, just for a moment, that he was Mark to you and not your brother." I giggle. "Oh my god this is sooo embarrassing." She laughs, uncomfortably. "Don't worry. To you, he was just a nice guy who hooked up with the friend group." I try to cheer her up. "You're right but still. Different topic please?" She sighs at that.

When we arrive in Duskwood, it is already early evening. And as soon as we drive down her street, my phone rings. "It's Layana" I answer the phone. "Good evening, sorry to call you so late. I want to let you know that the body has been released. You can visit the funeral home tomorrow, they will help you arrange the burial." The man on the phone speaks calmly and respectfully. "Thank you for that." I thank the man. "No thanks ma'am. Much strength in the time ahead, and my sincere condolences." He concludes and hangs up.

In the mean time Lilly had parked the car, she is looking at me curiously, and had already turned towards me in her car seat. "Who was that?". "The coroner. The body has been released. Tomorrow we can start arranging the burial." I answer her somewhat nervously. It's now real, well real. A real funeral, not the real Jake. Oh dear, I have some questions to ask him.

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