#what his bussy got to do with anything.

[misguidedasgardian]

The dutiful Wife

AU MASTERLIST

Part 1

Summary: You navigate your new life as married to the new boss who has an incredible breeding kink 

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloyd’s late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), dub-con, unprotected rough sex, (don’t be silly wrap your willy), little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink, marriage kink, slight cumplay and eating, might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.2 k

Notes: Here I am, not being able to do one shot no more AJAJAJA and I did really want to write more about this mannnn. Inspired by the amazing @lifeissomethingelse

“Are you pregnant yet?” “Did you drain my cock today?” “Let's both stick to what we are good at right, Angel?”.

You fixed the collar of your dressing shirt as you walked down the stairs, you missed the feeling of the suit against your skin. You got to the first floor of the manor, ready to ask your personal driver to bring your car around. You walked by the home office, knowing Lloyd was there but trying to pass by unnoticed

It didn’t work

“What do you think you’re doing?” you stopped in your tracks to look back at your “husband”, bag and cellphone in hand, stilettos in your feet and dressed in a tailored chanel suit 

“It’s my first day back at work” you explain simply, walking back to him, entering the study. He was accompanied by Ari, August and Bucky, and they all seemed like they just entered an action movie with a bag of popcorn. Lloyd also looked entertained by you, like you were amusing

“You didn’t ask my permission, wife” he growled, his eyes shiny and his face serious for one second to the next. You snickered like he had said the most amusing thing in the world 

“Why would I?” you asked then, raising an eyebrow as you saw his twitch in annoyance 

“You aren’t going back to work” he said firmly

“I don’t have to do anything you tell me to” You said defiantly. He walked towards you, but you stood your ground. “I am the youngest female CEO in the industry and I will go back to my office, I will go back to work” you said firmly. You didn’t back down when he walked towards you until you felt his warm breath in your face. With what you’d only describe as a “shit eating grin” he leaned in until his mustache tickles your ear

“The only work you’re gonna be doing is working your hips up and down my fat cock” he whispered in your ear making you feel goosebumps 

“You are disgusting,” you said back, feeling flustered and embarrassed. Taking steps back to get away from him

“You are my wife now, and you’ll do as I say” he demanded, “Or you want me to fuck you in front of my men again?” he asked, and that’s when you saw red

You grabbed the first thing you can get your hands on, a crystal base and you threw it against the wall right besides Lloyd’s head 

“That was a half a million dollar base” he growled

“That’s what I made in two months, it means nothing to me” you mumbled, and then you walked away from him. He didn’t chase you but somewhat that made you even more nervous. You somehow knew you were going to pay for this.

It was a long drive to the company from your home that was in the outskirts of the city, and while you drove there, you couldn't even imagine what Lloyd was doing

As soon as you walked into one of the biggest buildings in the city, you were received with the news that the board itself had reunited, and was summoning you. Could it be? 

You took the elevator to the very last floor, to the main conference room, and there they were, the board of the company. All old men.

After unpleasant greeting, you stood in front of all of them like you were on trial, and you were

“We have decided to fire you as a CEO of Marvel Co.” said Ross

“On what grounds?” you asked then, your knee shaking under you.

“We fear that you don’t have the best interest of the company at heart, and the majority of the shareholders had decided towards your termination” the mayor shareholder had been your father, which means….

“I'm also a mayor shareholder” you fighted

“This was a unanimous decision” they sentenced

You walked into your office to find Lloyd seated on your desk

“What are you doing here?” you whined, cleaning the tears that threatened to fall 

“I told you” he said dangerously, standing, looking straight at you, “You weren’t going to work anymore”

“So you used your shares to have me fired?” you asked, a single tear finally fell down your cheek, he pouted at you, mockingly

“Don’t cry wifey” he said condescently, “I told you you have enough work at home”

“Fuck you” you snapped, walking towards him and your desk, to grab your things. Today had been the most humiliating day you’d ever had in your life, you tried to concentrate on grabbing your pencils and knick knacks, until you felt him at your back, grabbing your hips. You drop everything when he turned you around to face him, you couldn’t even look him in the eye

“You'll do as I say” he demanded, searching for your gaze but you avoided him. And you felt trapped, not only physically but if you backed down now, he was going to end up controlling every aspect of your life, and you didn’t want that to happen, but also, you didn’t quite know how to stop him 

“What if I don’t want to?” you whispered

“It pretty much ends up like this” he said, pleased with the situation and himself, “what is it with you and desks, uh?” 

“Lloyd wait” you pleaded but he didn’t hear you as he grabbed your ass and made you sit on the edge of the desk, he spread your thighs opening you up for him. The skirt of your suit hunching up around your waist 

“No more waiting” he rasped against your ear as he opened up his fly. He growled when he felt your panties, “What the fuck did I said?” he demanded, looking at you with a look that made you squirm

“No underwear” you muttered, but you couldn’t do it, it was improper, what if somebody saw? you squealed when he ripped your panties in one harsh movement, burning the insides of your thighs

“Bad wife” he was so indignant he almost spat in your mouth, grabbing your jaw making you look into his eyes while he split you open with his fat cock. You whimpered because you weren’t quite prepared, but the pleasure outran the pain making you moan and squirm, unconsciously trying to get out of his hold, but he only grabbed your hip and push you back towards him, impaling you further, making you whimper

“I told you” he threatened, “I’m going to keep you bred all the fucking time” he started pounding into you roghly but slowly, made you feel every inch of his cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned loudly. You thanked the heavens that the walls of your office were soundproof. “You have enough work at home” he chuckled against your ear

“I don’t want that” you managed to moan, “please”

“Your only work now is to please me, and what please me is to ruin you” he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you down until you were totally against your glass desk, and he over you, looking down at you and drilling into you roughly, moving the desk and everything on it. Pounding into you roughly your skin slapping against his. You felt your orgasm quickly building

“We have to make this quick” he mocked, “Somebody could walk in any second now” you squealed in surprise when you felt his finger finding your clit and rubbing it furiously. YOu whimpered and twisted under him, feeling so overwhelmed by the amazing pleasure, feeling a tension building in your lower belly, and then, you just let go…

You squirted, you had never done that before and you were terrified, open your eyes to look at Lloyd, who, contrary to your believe, was looking like he won the lottery

“Who knew you had this in you wifey” he mocked, he kept pounding into you until he cum, staying deep inside you, cumming deep in your belly.

You had to walk out of your office under the gaze of everyone in there, they all clearly knew what was happening there and you couldn’t help but look down as Lloyd pushed you down the hall with a sad box of your office belongings and his cum dripping down your thighs. 

You get into the black SUV alongside Lloyd, you tried to avoid at all costs, curlining yourself up against the door on the other side

“Are you mad wifey?” he mocked, you only whimpered, wanting to cry, “You’ll see that you’ll find your new job more pleasant and fulfilling” 

“Ok” you just mumbled, not wanting to engage with him leaning into the glass of the car’s door. You felt watched but not only by Lloyd, you looked forward and you saw the stormy look of Ari looking back at you through the rearview mirror. So you cleaned the tears as they left your eyes and tried to look away, feeling embarrassed and watched.

He threw you gently over the bed, you bounced on the mattress, your eyes not leaving his looming form.

“I see that you are having trouble adjusting to your new reality,” he said, taking off his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and arms. You looked at him and couldn’t hide the hunger in your eyes. It would be lying if you say you didn’t desired him

“I want to go to work” your protested, at this point you thought you did it only to provoke him further 

“You want to work? I’ll give you work, I’m going to give you my baby to keep you busy” He grabbed your skirt and pull it off of you, he already kidnapped your panties so suddenly you were naked for the waist down, and then he ripped your silk dressing shirt off of you, and then your bra, leaving you naked under him 

“I’m going to stuff you silly” he threatened, “until the only thing in your brain is me and my cum” you moaned spreading your legs for him under his wide smile 

“Lloyd” you called, and that was enough for him to dive into you, he didn't even take his pants off but he did open his fly fast and desperate to have you, to possess you. You brought him towards you kissing him roughly, the anger and hate you felt towards him morphing into lust and desire, and nothing was better than a good hate fuck. 

He entered his digits in your weeping pussy, testing how wet you were and he smiled wickedly at you

“Do you get turn on by your baby daddy degrading you? uh?” you nodded, grinding your hips on his hand, begging for more friction, “You dumb cumslut” his filthy wods made you even more needy and wet

“Yes” you begged, “Only for you daddy” you moaned wantonly, grinding even harder, he fingered you roughly, while his thumb caressed your clit making you shriek in pleasure. “Please”

“Please what?” he mocked

“Please daddy give me your babies” you whined. Almost reaching your climax, he stopped, making you whimper

“You are cumming around my cock” he said, pleased, and waiting no longer he retrieved his fingers to be quickly replaced by his thick cock. He split you open in one long thrust and you wondered if you were ever going to get accustomed to his thick shaft, it was always a stretch, “You are going to drain me?”

“Yes” you moaned when the tip of him reached your cervix. Your eyes turned to the back of your head when he retreaded and thrusted into you again, making you whimper 

“I’m going to fuck my cum deep into your belly” 

“Do it” you invited him, grabbing him by the back of his neck and drawing him back to kiss him. His mustache tickled you and you moaned when you remembered how good it felt when he rubbed you raw with it while he ate your pussy. 

He fucked into you so roughly the bed moved back and forth, the bedframe hitting the wall so hard you thought he wa going to break, and maybe it did, but you wouldn’t know becaue you were so lost in the pelsure of havin hit your g spot over and over again you lost your mind.

“My pretty little cumdump” he growled against your mouth, “are you going to make me a daddy?”

“Yes!” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes please Lloyd” your legs wrapped around his waist trapping him against you

“Fuck!” he screamed, just as you reached your climax he did his, his seed painting your inner walls and warming your womb. He stood still looking down at you. With little lighting his looming figure was scary and intimidating, you felt small trapped under him and between his arms, he was still inside you, and it made you whimper. After a short minutes he retrieved himself from you, the empty and stickiness he left behind mde you whine

“Silly little wife, look at this mess” he cooed, you tried to shrink under his heated gaze, looking at his cum dripping down your weeping hole. “You have to keep it inside you dumb whore” you whined in potest as he pushed back inside you all his seed with his fingers and afterwards he close your legs tightly as a way to keep it inside you 

“It’s too much” you protested, he only smiled wickedly as he could even see a swell in your lower belly, he leaned in, stuffing his dirty fingers in your mouth, you moaned as you sucked on his fingers leaving them clean. He then slapped your fuck out face.

“Look at you” he mocked, pleased with himself, “your brain melted by all that cum” 

“Lloyd” you called, feeling the need for an aftercare, wanted to be held by him, but he only dressed himself, fixing his pants and putting his shirt back on

“I don't want you wearing more suits around the house” he said, mocking, “only skirts and dresses, no underwear” he grabbed you by the jaw and made you look at him, “Is that clear?”

“Yes husband” you muttered, and he was pleased, releasing you

“I have work to do” he threw at you, “I’ll be back and I expect dinner at 8 and set the table for 6” and just like that he left you alone. 

With a lonely whimper you stood up, having trouble walking towards the bathroom but you did. You cleaned yourself up taking a long shower

You looked down at the set table looking for any imperfections. In the manor you had many maids and cooks who did it all for you, but still you made sure everything was perfect. 

Just in time Lloyd entered the dining room, followed by Andy, August, Nick and Steve Rogers

He grabbed you softly by the neck and kissed you as a greeting.

“Hello wife, everything looks great” he purred against your lips

“Thank you” you whispered, smiling softly. You looked at your guests and greeted them as well, just Andy came close to you to give you a short kiss on your cheek

“Marriage looks good on you” he winked and then turned to take his place on the table. Lloyd of course sat at the head, and you on his right side, and the rest sat all around you. 

They started talking about businesses and shipping, you knew that meant drugs and other darker things so you tried not to pay attention, that was until he started talking about overseas cargo

“I don’t know how he did it” Lloyd admitted, and you chuckled because you did knew how your father did it before him, it was a simple but infalible shipping technique. But they all kept quiet and you felt their gaze on you, you looked up at Lloyd scared, and he seemed so angry it made you shiver

“I know how he did it” you explained, and he only raise an eyebrow, “He hid the cargo on barrels of car oil” you whispered, “But now that the DEA knows his hideouts, I would just send it hidden in dust chemicals…” but gasped in surprise when Lloyd grabbed you by the neck 

“You wanna work now sweetheart?” he squeezed lightly, clearly upset that you undermined him in front of his men, “Wanna warm my cock for our friends to see?” he asked then, but you shook your head rapidly, looking down at the table

“No husband, m’sorry” you mumbled, and he made a pleased sound looking at the others like he showed them a trick his pet just executed perfectly. 

“Silly little wife, are you even pregnant yet?” he asked then, kept teasing you, “She drained my cock twice today already” he told the rest, “Let's both stick to what we are good at, right Angel?”

“Yes, sorry” you muttered, and he released you. You felt the heated gaze of the rest of the men on the table, but chose to ignore it. You knew he was going to be more angry if you just walked out in the middle of dinner, so you just lowered your gaze and played with your food in silence, playing deaf to his snickers and filthy comments on you.

After finishing dessert, Lloyd invited them to the library, where it was custom to drink whiskey and smoke cigars, and you weren’t invited. They all smiled wickedly at you and left you, Lloyd didn’t move, he leaned into you tickling his mustache on your cheek

“Com’ere” he purred. You looked at him scared of him, sitting back at his chair, and patting his thighs, he wanted you to sit on your lap. But before you could, he opened his fly and took out his hard cock, pumping himself lazyly, waiting for you

“Your friends are waiting” you whispered, but he only smiled

“Now, wifey” In a second he made you sat on his lap, with your skirt hunched around your waist and pleased discovering you weren’t wearing any underwear just like he told you to

“Lloyd” you cried, not being able to see him, giving your back to him made it even more enticing as you felt the tip of his fat cock searching your entrance, rubbing itself between your folds. 

He placed it on your entrance and then grabbed your hips, making you impale yourself on him, whimpering as you did. You couldn’t hide your moan, and frankly, you didn’t care who might hear it

“I know this turns you on” he growled in your ear, enticing you to move your hips faster, “admit it turns you on to be my housewife” he pushed his hips forwards impaling you, and grabbing your hips making you stay like that, with him deep inside you. You just moaned, wanting to keep riding him. “Say it”

“I like it” you admitted, with all the sorrow of your independent heart, “I do like it” you leaned back until your back was all against his chest and your head against his shoulder you drop a lazy kiss on his cheek due to the angle and he only chuckled

“That’s my wifey” he said, pleased, moving your hips again on top of him. You placed your feet on the ground to have leverage and he moved his hand to place it in your lower belly. He pushed gently, feeling himself deep inside your belly

“Do you feel that?” he asked against your ear. You just managed to moan as you searched for your climax, fucking yourself in him, riding him roughly. Wet sounds filled the room as you grew desperte feeling the climax built inside you 

“I’m going to fuck you dumb into my perfect little wife and mommy” 

Taglist!

@phildunphyisadilff @lifeissomethingelse @black-repunzel99 @momobaby227 @siriusjohnpotter

#misguideddutiful #misguidedoneshot #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #mob!lloyd hansen #fanfic #mob!au #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #cevans #cevansedit #chris evans character x reader #chris evans characters

[l0viez]

This is a very random idea but like imagine,,, instead of YOU🫵🏻 being the creator of Teyvat, your actually just your parents sassy smart ass kid! and somehow your parent is the "CREATOR" of Teyvat💀 but..

SAGAU IMPOSTER!AU

Imagine this alright, your parent plays genshin and so do you (your the one who introduced it to them! isnt that nice) now you both somehow got sucked in Genshin Impact💀(dont ask how, its for the plot LMAO)

You and your parent got chased, almost got killed, yelled at, insulted, got called as a imposter yk all that normal typical SAGAU Imposter fanfics😭

Now you and your parent somehow got mora and decided to buy a house, howd you guys even got the mora to begin with and where are you guys even buying the house from? Some shady bussiness man from Sumeru that looks like they came from Snezhnaya (no its not one of the fatui's)

Alright so let's say you both got a house now, not too big not too small just right, Sometimes some abyss mages comes by to your house and brings food at first you and your parent was warry of it (Who wouldnt?😭) but seeing the abyss mages being actually friendly it calmed your parent down abit and decided to accept the foods

One day your parent decided to go and search for some extra food so you guys dont go hungry! which leads you being the only one inside the house.. Of course you didnt pay mind into it at first then later on, you heard some people outside your house (maybe 6-7?) you heard one of them yelling that they finally found the "imposters" house and is about to break in

You look through the window and remebered one of the rumours & gossips about whoever can capture the imposters will get a very high huge ammount of rewards

You noticed these people possibly trying to kill you and your parent were Treasure Hunters

You acted quickly and went to find items to protect yourself

//(Now you know that movie "Home alone"? Where that kid's name is kevin and made some traps to keep the robbers out of their house until his family , yeah thats you rn Lmao)//

Good thing you being in that boy/girls scouts payed off, you made sure to watch every Troom troom videos/jk

No but seriously, You and your parent is prepared for this and they trained you what to do if this ever happens, you quickly went to the room where you and your parents putted the traps to protect your house

You began to set off the traps and went a place to hide somewhere in the tables (you a kid so you bet yo ass your short asf) once you fully trapped the whole house and grabbed your makeshift weapon

Once you heard them go in the house you watched the treasure hoarders fail miserably on trying to get pass through the traps you have planted

Once theyre injured enough they finally gave up and flee not obtaining anything

Meanwhile you laughing your ass off

Once your parent finally came back you told them everything that happened

and your parent laughed with you

Lets just hope those treasure hoarders wont come back or call more back up or else theyre gonna get theyre ass beaten by traps planted by you once again💀

#sagau impostor au #sagau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin sagau #genshin #genshin sagau x reader #imposter au #sagau imposter au #goldblooded #genshin all x reader #yandere headcanons #genshin yandere x reader #self aware genshin #home alone #kid reader

[baby-alien11]

Y/N Ulrich and Jack Champion instagram interactions pt.2

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver @wenvierismycomfort @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo

yn.ulrich, romeosanga, devyn_nekoda, and 231,195 more

jackchampion beach trip

tagged yn.ulrich

yn.ulrich it took us almost an hour to dig that hole in the shape of a heart, but we did it

› romeosanga it was fun to watch how both of you struggle to achieve it

› jackchampion and why you didn't help us?!

› romeosanga because I was having fun watching the scene

user1043 i love them so much

misstrinitybliss can I go with you the next time?

› yn.ulrich anytime you want my sweet child

jackchampion, julrich21, melton, _xochitl.gomez and 102, 374 more

yn.ulrich he got a sunburnt and a smiley face

tagged jackchampion

jackchampion I'll go through thousand of sunburnts just to keep your sunscreen smiles on me

› yn.ulrich you're killing me of love

masonthegooding that is the ugliest smiley face I've ever seen

› yn.ulrich shut up and enjoy Paris or the anime expo

› yn.ulrich or I'll go with Amenah and tell her you are bullying us

user154 mom and dad are so cute

yn.ulrich, tylergillett, camimendes, and 128, 025 more

jackchampion i'm sorry, i found this on the internet and i had to share it

yn.ulrich HAHAHAHAHAHA 💀

yn.ulrich i'm going to print this and hung it in the living room

user158 jack sharing memes of his girlfriend's dad is giving me life

romeo YOU DID NOT 💀💀

user0704 skeet is not going to be too happy about this

naiia this is pure gold

jackchampion, julrich21, bucuaron and 100, 925 more

yn.ulrich i found another jackchampion

jackchampion THIS IS EVEN BETTER 💀💀💀

user819 are they having a meme war?

› user735 if they do, it's fun for everyone

melissabarreram lol

skeetulrich tornado, where did you find this? 😂

› yn.ulrich on the deep ends of the internet, dear father

yn.ulrich, masonthegooding, julrich21 and 107, 491 more

jackchampion Tatum, I love you, but can you please stop biting my laptop and keep sleeping with Butters

yn.ulrich look at my baby, there's nothing behind those eyes

› jackchampion just pure chaos

user838 jack in his malewife era taking care of the cats

baileybass she's absolutely cute, but a menance to society

› user920 the perfect way to describe an orange cat

jackchampion, _hayleyamber, tylergillett, and 113, 960 more

yn.ulrich I had the honnor to have a private class from the awesome Tristan Lucas who worked on one of my favorite movies this year which is Evil Dead Rise, so when dad told me he organized me a class with him I was literaly jumping in excitement

Thank you for teaching me techniques on doing VFX make up and advices on how to work on this part of the industry, and telling me stories about all the projects you've worked on, it was an honor meeting you and learning from you

tagged moments_in_oblivion

jackchampion MY GIRL IS SO TALENTED

› yn.ulrich YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH

jackchampion SHE'S LIKE BARBIE, CAN DO ANYTHING

moments_in_oblivion it was a pleasure to teach you, Y/N, you have a great future ahead of you and I hope we can work togheter in the future

user395 this is disgusting and fascinating at the same time

sarah_woods bestie, can you do something like that on me so I can hava an excuse to miss classes

› yn.ulrich just tell me when bestie

jasminsavoy slay little one

yn.ulrich, jackchampion, naiia and 6, 301 more

julrich21 things are bussy at the house, so they sent us to get lunch

tagged jackchampion

skeetulrich boys, that food better be complete by the time both of you arrive

› jackchampion *slowly stops eating fries*

› julrich21 *does the same*

user092 what is going on??

user187 i love how they included Jack and his mom into their family

jackchampion, laurenvalera, jennaortega and 110, 351 more

yn.ulrich here comes a story time: since everyone knows, I spend part of my summers in the Riverdale set, often spending time in the girls trailers and the make up and hair stations, so when the Southside Serpents started to have more weight in the trama and with all the fake snake tattoos involved, I got obsessed and asked dad if I could get one real done, his answer was: when you're older and if you're still sure of getting it, you can

So now I'm nineteen, and still wanting it, so I got it done

thanks to _dr_woo_ who brought this tattoo to life and put up with my cries when the needle made contact with my skin

tagged _dr_woo_

jackchampion that is the most beautiful tattoo I've ever seen

› yn.ulrich I love you everyday, but today more for holding my other hand during the whole process

_dr_woo_ thank you for choosing me to do your first tattoo

willashaw that is the coolest tattoo

› yn.ulrich dude, it looks better on person

drewraytanner from honnorary serpent to oficial serpent

user1272 please tell me her next tattoo will be a little spider or something related to scream

› yn.ulrich 👀

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #jack champion imagine #jack champion scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader

[everywherenothere]

okay, so a couple of days ago i saw on the clock app this video of a jock and a obviously queer man living together and my brain went STEVE AND EDDIE OMG I NEED A FIC OF THIS and i know there is somewhere in the internet but i need to put into words so here it goes:

Robin loves Steve. And Steve loves Robin. They have been attatched to the hip since the mysterious accident that have burned the gigantic new mall and, subsocuently, the ice cream shop where they used to work. They have been living together since before Robin went to a college out of the little town they used to live (we all know Steve's parents were shit and probably being a teenager living alone, Robin's parents practically adopted him) and Steve without anything holding him back followed her.

Now, a couple years later, partners and one-night-stands came and went from their apartment because you cannot convince me those two dont have some kind of rizz. Steve with his bitchy attitude and jock alike body and Robin with her nerdy and charismatic energy have definetly bagged some people. One of them being the now-and-Robin-hope-for-a-very-long-time Robin's new girlfriend who the last two months has been living with them. And for sometime it was good, great even, but feeling like a third wheel most of the time Steve decided to move.

Apartment hunting was hard. Most places were way out of his budget or too small for a human to actually live comfortable and host dinners like he used to do when the now-not-so-kids visited him on the summer. So, he decided to search for a roomate. It was a little bit easier but to find someone who wasnt crazy and actually just mind their bussiness was a full job.

That's how he met Eddie. A nerdy metalhead who can and will up his bitchy attitude with a flirtatious response. And Steve absolutely loves it. At the beggining he tries so hard to convince himself that is just because he reminds him of Robin. That is just because both of them are a little bit smaller than him and nerdy. That is just because of the manerisms and the way they dont even flinch at his sarcastic and mean-girl-type of comments. That is just because both of them talked with passion about what they had been invested in the last couple of days.

But then is also the way Eddie always dress to impress and has a varierity of responses (and even actions) when people call him slurs without even letting those comments affect him.

And the way his eyes glows and do a little dance when he finally got one bridge right on a really difficult song that has been practicing the last couple of weeks.

And the way that he isnt a morning person but still wakes up earlier than Steve to make breakfast because he has learn that Steve bearly takes care of himself without a pressure of someone being dissapointed of him.

And the way both (Steve and Eddie) are on the couch on a Saturday evening watching nothing on the TV when Eddie starts talking his thoughts out. And of course, Steve being Steve cant help but tease him about something he said wrong and then it started: a back and forth of teasing and getting close as trying to prove a point. And when both are a hand away of breathing the same air, Steve realized. And Eddie purposly looked at Steve lips and get just a molecule closer just to see how Steve gets all red and backs down, of course Eddie laughs teasingly and walks to his room for a dictionary, leaving Steve all confused about wtf has happened. But Eddie's laugh continues to live on his ears and oh the way Eddie laughs.

Steve is pretty sure he is fucked up when he realized that he would do anything to make him laugh. And then Steve is also pretty sure that the friendship he has with Robin is one thing and the thing he has (or hope he has) with Eddie is another.

But that is one thought for another time, one existential crisis at the time, please.

#steve harrington #steve and eddie #steddie #im so fucking exhausted #this has probably been done before #but i cant help it #i love them your honor #also little love for Robin #eddie munson #i seriously didnt know that it will be this long

[phyrestartr]

Happy Place (HOUND) (Miguel x M!Reader)

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 3 of HOUND | w/c 3.8k

#NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, hurt and comfort, it's fluffy in the end, bussy loading lmao

Note: Genuinely had a really fun time writing this!! Was not really planned, but I cannot resist the idea of reader being a big softie towards people he kind of gives a shit about :sob: some angst, some miscommunication, and some good ol' FUCKIN'. Hope you like it! I have an idea for another part, but idk when/if I write it u-u we shall see.

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You started behaving differently around him. Miguel rationalized it was just because of the sex–you’d suddenly found a new resource in your “owner,” and so started looking to him to find it, to get a piece of something you’d been without for a long, long time. 

But primal instincts suggested something else; you didn’t just look at him like a fuck doll, you looked at him with soft eyes, slow blinks, and gentle patience. Normally, in those hellish meetings you were dragged to, you would stare straight ahead, listening to everything, but not giving away thoughts or opinions. And now?

Whenever Miguel glanced your way, he found you watching him, eyes half-lidded and lovey. The scientist forced himself to look away. He rubbed his mouth, trying to pet away the embarrassment (and will away any uncouth thoughts). Miguel liked the change, of course, but it had to be investigated. 

He brought you to Lyla to get some tests done. She was all too happy to see you, calling you a “good dog” and her “best boy” to which you merely huffed and smirked smugly because, yeah, you knew you were the best mutant puppy they had. 

“So? To what do I owe the honour of seeing my favourite guy?” Lyla asked as she reached up to fluff up your hair. You bowed your head like a dire wolf leaning in to let a chihuahua preen. 

Miguel crossed his arms, equally enamored with your gentility as he was perplexed by it. “He’s different. Less strict and serious, more…” Miguel pursed his lips when a faint grunt of approval boomed in your chest as Lyla scritched a particularly good spot. “That. This. Whatever this is.” 

“Awe, come on, he’s just a big puppy. That’s what we made them to be, right? Not a big deal.” But Miguel didn’t buy it. Still, he knew Lyla wouldn’t so easily dismiss his claims, either. “Anything change with you, big guy?”

“Sex,” You answered.

Miguel rubbed his face with a groan. “I–you–”

“Wow, getting in the freak seat, huh, Miguel?” Lyla teased. “Sex puts anyone in a good mood.”

“This isn’t just a good mood. It’s a complete 180.” His hand dropped from his face to gesture towards the teddy bear. “Look at him. He doesn’t do this. What if it becomes a problem?”

“Actually, his cortisol levels’ve been down since he got back to watching you,” Lyla argued, suddenly a tinge more serious. She glanced your way, and her expression shifted just the slightest bit before returning to Miguel. “Really don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“You don’t think?” 

“Pal, buddy, come on–”

“Please, just–just run tests. Just check.” Echoes of snarling mouths rippled to the forefront of his mind. His palms began to sweat. “I need you to check.” 

She must have understood.

Lyla agreed, and assigned Miguel with a temporary HOUND escort. While it was humiliating to need a babysitter around the clock, Miguel couldn’t go without one–every blind corner, every door sitting sealed sent his heart into a panic, made him want to curl into himself and disappear. Having a superhuman by his side was the only thing that gave him some sense of comfort. 

Miguel paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. He glimpsed your back turned to him as Lyla dutifully prepared for the examination. 

“When do I get him back?” Miguel asked, like he didn’t just demand Lyla take him. 

The woman in question shrugged. “Eh. Dunno. Shouldn’t be more than an hour. Probably less than that. If there’s a problem, I’ll keep him longer.” 

Oh. Miguel didn’t like that. 

–

You came back about an hour later, tagging out your substitute and finally, finally, taking up your spot by the door. Miguel’s shoulders relaxed with the buzzing in his mind. Things were okay again. 

“So?” Miguel asked, pulling himself up from his desk to saunter towards you. “Anything?”

You glanced his way with a familiar, stony set to your stare. “Not much.”

“Really.” He could tell you’d snapped out of whatever lovey dovey daze you’d gotten stuck in, though. Your body wasn’t so open anymore, what with your arms crossed and eyes simmered down into burnt-out coal. “You expect me to believe that?”

You didn’t answer. But your silence said enough. 

–

Things went back to normal. You remained distant and far off, but attentive and responsive to Miguel’s needs and wants; you stood closer to him if his stress peaked, you never left his line of sight, you fucked him if he beckoned you to the bed. You reset back into the dog you used to be.

Miguel didn’t like it. He’d taken you to Lyla to see if something was wrong with you, if you were going to break and snap, turning into the thing that’d tried to kill the both of you. He didn’t want you to reset. He didn’t want you pulling away.

–

The undead were slowing down. Another winter had hit, and it hit hard, knocking out the city’s electricity and tearing down power lines. But it’d frozen the dead, rendered their bodies useless and slow in the frigid streets of New York. 

It made capturing specimens easier and faster for the HOUNDs, just as it made extermination easier for the military as they scrambled to secure a quadrant of the city before winter passed into spring. All reports suggested the reclamation efforts were going well with few accidents and even less resistance from each point of interest hit. The amount of hideaways and survivor camps were astonishing as well, all tucked away into the tops of skyscrapers or underground in the darkness of parking lots. Civilians were truly incredible. 

But the HOUNDs were working double time, hardly having ample opportunity to shut their eyes before being requested again and again and again–there was always a building that needed to be cleared, a squadron that needed to be found, civilian colonies that needed to be relocated, and your sort was best suited for it all. 

Thankfully for you, retrieval efforts took a brief pause after a 99% clearance was announced, and the military began construction for official sector lockdown. Finally, there would be a safe space for the public to exist in, sealed off from the rest of the decaying, hungry world. 

And you would get a break. A chance to let the frostbite heal, to get shot up with painkillers, and bask in the synthetic warmth of Alchemax. Or, they’d kill you and let you rest forever if your test results came back as troublesome or unpromising. God, you hoped you were still promising. 

You’d done your best, shoved away the shreds of affection you felt for your keeper to maintain focus and keep worried eyes away from you. Your mind was clear. You felt fine. You really did. But they were human, and they were scared of what they created (what else is new), even though they depended on you and your ilk so heavily for safety, and for the most dangerous of missions. 

The sort of missions that had some of your kind put down after abnormalities, consistent with the incident several months ago, were detected in their DNA. The sort of missions that gave some of your kind the chance to make a run for it out in the field, daring the outside world in favour of living as a slave to Alchemax. You could understand it. You could sympathize, even; freedom was a beautiful idea, but with the world in such a state, the confines of your prison promised more freedom than the wildlands of the old world. 

Idiots. Every single one of them. 

The truck jostled you back to consciousness. The pounding in your head worsened, the pressure in your sinuses amplified, and your will to go on slowly withered away. But, thank whatever was left of God, you were almost back to Alchemax. Almost home. 

You wished you could collapse into Miguel’s bed beside him and sleep it all off, but that uncomfortable panic your soft side threw him into wasn’t acceptable. You didn’t understand it, but you weren’t going to fight it. There wasn’t any point. 

–

Miguel awoke to you standing by his door, arms crossed, back against the wall, and head bowed as you quietly snoozed. Normally, you didn't sleep on the job. Normally, you didn't look like shit either, though; you had a mask of sorts covering the bottom half of your face, probably one equipped with an air purifier to keep illness away from the rest of the building, and your skin lost its natural light to it, accentuating the deep crescents of shadows under your eyes.

He needs rest. That was the first thought in his mind, and the one that got him up and out of bed to get you. He expected a fight, honestly, but you were easily guided to where Miguel led you in your hardly-conscious state. 

“‘M fine,” you grumbled, brows furrowing and weak hands lamely trying to free yourself from Miguel's touch. 

“You need to lay down.” And somehow, he made it happen. Miguel got you in the bed and pulled off your boots before settling back down himself. It was strange, he realized, how he felt safe with you simply sleeping beside him, and sharing your warmth with him. Maybe he didn't need you to stand guard and sacrifice sleep for his sake anymore. 

–

Miguel didn't know when he'd fallen asleep, but waking up pressed into the warmth of your too-big frame was a welcome surprise. Your limbs were tangled all around him, your legs threading through his, your arms draped around him, your nose pressed into his mess of chestnut hair while deep, rumbly purrs rolled against his back. Your claws were out, too, every now and again gently kneading against his chest and stomach when happy dreams danced through your mind. 

It was when you let out a grumpy growl that Miguel smiled. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to carefully, slowly, turn in your arms, avoiding getting nicked and waking you up just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping face. Miguel settled back in, feeling you adjust and watching your brows furrow the slightest bit while you unknowingly made accommodations for him. 

“What’re you dreaming about, huh?” Miguel murmured when your expression slackened again and the drone of purring resumed. He reached towards your face carefully, running his thumb against the mess of scars intersecting with your bum eye; you never let him touch your face, always shying away or wincing in a recoil whenever he so tried. He never knew if he hurt you, or if you didn’t want to be reminded. It’s not like he ever knew what was going on in your head, anyway. 

Maybe I should. A thought that plagued him far too often. As far as he knew, the others didn’t bond too well with their guards, at least not to this level. But maybe they should have taken the time to. Maybe they should have matched you based on personality compatibility, or something similar to make sure you’d get along, to ensure nothing like that abomination could have happened in the first place. Maybe then they’d care about the HOUND division more. Maybe then you wouldn’t be seen as expendable. 

Your good eye opened when Miguel’s thumb dipped down into the scar resting flush against the bone of your damaged eye socket. You recoiled with a wince and sat up in a hurry, looking around the room in confusion and running a hand through your hair. 

“What the fuck,” you grumbled, voice hoarse. You coughed into your arm, but the mask caught it for you “Didn’t mean to–”

“I made you lay down,” Miguel said, firm. 

You looked at him, confused for a moment before relaxing into your plain, uncaring state. You rolled your shoulders a few times before reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it up bit by bit; Miguel was almost too distraught by the bandages and marks marring your body for him to realize what you thought he wanted. 

“Wh–hey, no, no.” He sat up and stopped you, grabbing your arm to give you pause. “Just–stop. Relax.” 

“You’re giving me mixed signals.” Your brows furrowed. “Don’t like me lookin’ at you, don’t want me getting too comfortable–”

Miguel’s gut twisted. “I didn’t know if something was wrong–”

“You that scared of me?”

“I’m not–”

“Then what is it.” 

Miguel didn’t have the words. He didn’t know. He couldn’t straighten out his thoughts enough to give you a succinct, reasonable answer that’d make sense and cover everything. He didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling during those blurred days of the apocalypse. 

“I don’t know.” Miguel stared hard at your arm. His fidgety hands fussed with the bandages. 

You waited for a beat for him to continue, but he didn’t. You leaned in the slightest bit like it’d encourage him before you prodded further. “You don’t know?”

“Anything. About all of this–everything. Everything’s ending.” Ah. How optimistic of him, one of the men tasked with giving the world a fighting chance, to save humanity. “Nothing good happens anymore.” Right?

You stayed quiet for a long while. Miguel didn't know how to read that look on your face. He could only imagine what someone like you, someone hardened and fucked over by the world, was thinking, what you were judging by his words and– 

“Some dinosaurs got fucked by volcanic ash,” you interrupted, “but some changed, and turned into birds. Like chickens ‘n shit. Some things turned into us, too. Somehow.” You cleared your throat and rubbed at the mask covering your mouth. “Don’t like the idea that we evolved from a fucking dolphin or whatever, but it happened. We're here, too, like those fucking chickens. Despite the world ending.” You spared him a look this time. “Things still lived, even if they changed.”

Miguel was dumbstruck. And he understood what you were saying. So much more than what you tried to convey. You were starting to make sense to him. 

“Huh. That was almost optimistic. Profound, even,” he offered with a soft smile. “Didn’t know you knew so much about chickens.” 

You scoffed. “My kid loved that stupid fun fact. Loved dinosaurs. Told me about them all the time…fuckin’ chickens and dinosaurs.” You were smiling, too. He heard it in your voice, saw the creases by your eyes. 

“Sounds like a smart kid.” 

You nodded. “She was.” 

–

He convinced you to keep him company for the day, the night, and the morning. It was a relief, waking up next to you again, feeling just a little less hopeless as the hours passed in your presence while chicken fun facts echoed in his thoughts. Hell, he was even starting to like being the little spoon, especially when he felt stiff, morning excitement pressing up against his ass. 

You weren’t that shy about it. You pulled his hips closer and ground up against him, grumbling and sighing through that stupid mask into his ear. Maybe you were still asleep, indulging in your body’s wants as dreams carried your subconscious into similar territory. Miguel only hoped you were dreaming about him. 

He jumped when your large hand groped his hardening cock through his joggers. He started scrambling and reaching for the side table for the bottle of oil he kept on hand for the nights he had you in his bed (and for his own personal time), nearly dropping the damn thing when you started pulling and tearing at his pants, suddenly deciding you were beyond impatient to have him. 

“Wait–hey, just–wait a second–” Miguel scrambled to shove his sweats down before you could do anymore damage. You huffed a laugh in his ear when you finally groped his hot skin. The sound lit an inferno in his chest. “Impatient pendejo.” 

“Lube.” 

“I'm working on it.” He lathered two fingers with oil and reached back, prodding before pushing in as you spread him wide. Your impatience had his fingers pumping in and out quicker, hastily convincing his tight ring to relax and loosen for the main event. Your hand gripped his cock and tugged firmly, making his hips buck back against you and lodge his digits in deeper with an embarrassing squelch. That, in your mind, meant he was ready to go. 

You pulled his hand away rudely before yanking down your waistband and jamming yourself into him. Miguel gasped and struggled against you before you thrust forward, simultaneously pulling his hips back, and fully seating him. Your arms snaked around him to cage him in and stop him from wriggling away if it got to be too much–you wouldn't have it. Miguel liked it that way. 

“Mierda, you–” he choked down a whine when your hand curled around his throat and held firm. “D-Don't get too carried away.” But thorny barbs pushed at his skin, teasing and kneading while Miguel's core melted and eased around you. His hand felt down, jolting a little at the bump jutting out from his flat stomach. Sometimes he forgot how big you were. 

You pushed two fingers into his mouth when you started moving, rutting into him lazily and sloppily, dragging rugged moans out of his chest with every draw of your bodies together. He bit down on your fingers hard and grasped your hand at his neck to find some kind of anchor point. Another breathy laugh had Miguel opening his legs wider, his back arching off of your chest. You wrenched your fingers from his mouth and pulled him back in, adjusting yourself to make use of his compliance and fuck him better. 

“Such a good little thing,” you grumbled, voice roiling with dark thorns. “You like being manhandled, huh?” And you squeezed his thigh and his throat hard, digging in your barbs just enough to threaten injury. “Like bein’ a whore?” 

Miguel wanted to snap at you, to tell you to shut the fuck up and stop teasing (bullying) him, but you hit him where it counted and freed his mind from the concept of speech. One of his hands balled into the sheets while the other clawed back at you, trying to sink further into his set anchors.

“Hm? You tryna say somethin’?” You asked with such condescending mirth in your words. “You wanna tell me how good it feels?” 

The hand around his throat was joined by the one leaving his thigh, and you squeezed harder. Delicious sparks of blackness muddied his vision, the near-death feeling accentuating the hard cracks of your hips into his, the white-hot blaze curling his toes and shaking his thighs. 

“Tell me,” you demanded again, a little louder, a little more annoyed. But how was Miguel expected to speak when he was so close to the edge of life, death and pleasure? He was nearly there, so close, just a little more–

But you pulled out.

Miguel heaved in breaths and blinked away the fog shrouding his sight. He wondered if old wounds gave you pause, or if fatigue had finally gripped you and extinguished your desire. And it concerned him, the idea you weren't ready for this, that you might've felt pressured or–

“Tell me.”

–oh, no, you were just being a cocky asshole. Figures. 

Miguel scoffed and reached back, weakly pawing for your slick cock rubbing against the curve of his ass, trying to guide it back to where he needed it. You should've known well enough how good you were, and yet–

“Words.” 

“I-It’s good,” Miguel croaked, cringing at his stuttering. “I–can’t you just–” Your charge choked on a mangled cry when your claws broke skin and sunk deep. But the afterburn fuelled the explosion boiling in Miguel’s gut. God, what was wrong with him? 

“Please,” he finally whined. 

A pleased purr vibrated against Miguel’s back. “Please?” 

Miguel screwed his eyes shut to ward off the wave of embarrassment crashing down him. “Fuck me. I have to–I need to–” 

You slammed back in, and Miguel almost shattered. He half-turned out of your grip, chest brushing the sheets while his abdomen twisted to still give you his ass; but you were a benevolent menace, and rose to your knees, guiding his hips up with you while he buried his pleas into the mattress. 

“Good. I'll give you what you want. I can do that.” 

And after a few bullseye hits, Miguel came undone. His hips jittered and stuttered, overwhelmed and ecstatic with the electricity shooting through his body and burning him alive. You held him tightly, moaning lowly as you plowed into his stifling heat, determined to plunge off the edge yourself while torturing your partner with wave after wave of tumultuous ecstasy. You really were too good at this. It was almost unfair. 

“Por favour,” Miguel gasped. He was breaking. It was too much. Too much–

“Shut up,” you grunted, but the plea must've done the trick; your hips jolted to a stop once flush up against Miguel's ass, and a familiar flood of heat filled his guts. Miguel pulled on fistfuls of his hair and bit down on his other hand's knuckles. He probably would have passed right out if he hadn't grounded his soul with a little bit of pain. 

You slumped on top of him unceremoniously, like a dog flopping back onto its owner. You grumbled and wheezed in a way that sounded far too dad-like, in a way that almost made Miguel laugh and did indeed bring a tired smile to his face. As much as you were an insufferable asshole, you were just as cute and silly. Miguel quite possibly loved that about you. 

“What? All that shit-talking tire you out?” Miguel asked. 

You huffed. “Still sore.” Ah. Maybe your earlier torture was to disguise your need for a break after all. “You got me going too much.” 

“Sorry? You're the one who started it.” 

“You're the one who begged to get fucked,” you retorted like an annoying teenager. “Like a bitch in heat.”

Miguel sighed. He knew he wasn't about to win this one, but he had to try. His stubbornness wouldn't let him back down. 

“You're the one who woke up hard. Grinding against my ass to–” he stuttered when you pulled out suddenly before flopping down beside him in bed, “--t-to get off.” Christ he hated you. You were so fucking annoying. 

“You liked it.” You watched him grab some tissues from the side table and clean up as much as he could before rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling. “You're horny as fuck.” 

Miguel lamely slapped a hand at your chest, and you caught it, pinning it against your warmth. Miguel didn't mind. It felt nice. 

“Yeah. Well. It's the apocalypse.” 

“It's the apocalypse,” you agreed.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #male reader insert #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel x male reader #male!reader #atsv male!reader insert #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #phyrestartr

[the-brucest-fan]

Based on this angsty concept created by @wiz-witch, @multicolour-ink and I, I sketched how I picture the Mario Bros. from this AU.

They're both in their early fourties, and both have changed a lot since they got separated. They're both a shadow of what they once were.

Luigi became the hero and protector of the Mushroom Kingdom. He's now known as the Monarch Conqueror, since he's defeated every evil royal who had threatened the world. After losing all hope of seeing Mario again, Luigi has become hardened and emotionless, making him a tough opponent to anyone who dares fighting him. Due to his now lack of emotion, he developed a questionable way of fighting, in which he'll do anything to get rid of the enemy at any cost (like how he could've brutally defeated Bowser). Due to this, he's both feared and respected in every corner of the world. He's never been on a romantic relationship due to his separation anxiety and his fear of his loved ones being taken away from him, that's why he always goes on solo missions.

Then, we have Mario, now a man beaten down by grief. He never actually recovered after losing Luigi, and had to live with the guilt ever since. After what happened, his relationship with his father got worse, since he blamed Mario for having lost Luigi. He moved alone after that and continued running the Super Mario Bros. Plumbing bussiness, although with lower success due to Luigi's absense. Thinking about Luigi distracts his mind from what he's doing, making him mess up a lot of jobs. He has neglected himself to the point of looking 10 years older than he is, is now too rusty to do parkour as he used to, and has lost respect from most of the people. The only person who still has faith in him, is his mother, who hasn't given up hope that someday, they'll find Luigi and be a whole family again. This is the only reason Mario keeps going, because he won't give up on the idea of finding a way to get to Luigi.

Although both of the brothers have become very different, at the moment they finally reunite, they'll both break down on the spot and hug each other like they've never hugged anyone in their lives 💚❤️

#the super mario bros movie #mario movie #movie mario #movie luigi #mario and luigi #super mario brothers #super mario bros movie #mario bros movie #super mario movie #super mario bros #super mario #mario bros #mario #luigi #smb au #super mario bros au #mario movie fanart #super mario bros fanart #mario bros fanart

[fbfh]

You were talking about Zoro and One Piece and fubgthvrxgjbthvty

I am Unwell™️

I don’t know if I think he has a loyalty kink or if I do but

His unending devotion?

His complete Ride Or Die mentality?

I am On My Knees begging to be on the receiving end of his love and attention

(He’s be into body worship and caretaking me thinks (I am projecting))

from the heart of my bottom thank you for this one anon. bc you are so fucking right. if anyone meets the criteria for loyalty kink???????? It's gonna be Zoro. you probably got tangled up together by accident or out of some kind of debt. he promised someone that he would grant you safe passage as you make your way from point a to point b, and somewhere along the way he finds that his debt and loyalty and service is no longer extended to you, it straight up belongs to you. it's basically royal x knight trope which i love with my whole ass bussy. Zoro can pick up a huge ass safe with minimal effort so you better believe he will just pick you up and put you somewhere else whenever he deems it necessary. or just when he feels like it. and he will not hesitate to just hoist you up and carry you over his shoulder for easy hassle free transportation. yk the scene in shrek where he's carrying fiona and she and donkey are having girl talk time when she finally stops trying to get shrek to put her down??? it's that. and you're explaining things like girl math to Luffy. he loves it. he only operates on girl math now. anyway yeah... Zoro is something. if you have a bad dream he seems like the type who would stay up and cuddle you till you feel better but nope. he stands guard in your room for the rest of the night. you wake up to go pee at 3am and he's still standing monitoring the entrances and exits. he follows you and waits outside the bathroom and makes sure you don't forget to wash your hands. if you ask all cute and sweet and sleepy he'll get you tucked back into bed but tbh it won't take that much convincing. you are so so right about body worship and caretaking, like I couldn't have pinned him down more accurately. you fuckin nailed it. ironically you won't have to beg on your knees for his attention because he is definitely already on his knees for you so uh. do with that what you will. but yeah I think the song do it for him from steven universe especially applies to people like Zoro. he will do anything and everything for you without breaking a sweat. and that's before he's even aware of how hard he's falling for you. GOD I love me a stoic service top.

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro drabbles #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro drabbles #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece drabbles #if you like that abt zoro #you're uh #you're gonna like my character calyx #like a lot #like..... a lot........

[an-imes-things]

hey, can I ask the reader to be Aizawa's daughter, but she lives with her mother in another country, so when the reader gets into a fight, her mother sends her to live with Aizawa, but she forgets to tell him, so y/ n arrives and says "hey dad, surprise?"

Omg that is such a good idea! Tho im not sure its what you really wanted, so enjoy some angst :)

Too soon

Summery : when Y/n gets in a fight with her mother, she leaves to go live with her dad after she trows her out

Tw : mother issues, kicking out

You never really thought your own mother was capable of doing something like this. You didn't think she really had a reason to.

You were a good kid. You had good grades, don't drink, smoke, do drugs, you're not doing anything troblesome at school, you were polite to everyone, didn't talk back. So you're really don't understand why she threw you out.

You just finished your last year of middle school with pretty decent scores, and you were preparing every day for high school, training and overusing your quirk to perfection. You wanted to be a hero, just like your dad. Maybe that's why she trew you out.

For some reason you don't know of, you never really wanted to ask, your mother hates heroes. And people with quirks in general. She always said that heroes think they're better than everyone else just because they are heores with awesome quirks, even though she herself has one. Which you think is a pretty damn cool quirk.

Everything she touches turns metal and if she wants she can turn is back. So you got a combination of both your parents quirk, kinda. You just got Aizawas floating hair and red eyes whenever your under effect of strong emotions or when you use your quirk. That is you can control metal.

By controling you can change its shape, levitate is, even make it liquidy, and if you concentrate hard enough you don't even have to use your hands, just have to look at it.

It's when you got it that you're mother started acting different. No, it's when you get the hang of it, when you learned how to control it and your glowing eyes and hair whenever you were sad or angry. It's like she distanced herself from you, like she was scered. And you never knew why. She would trow you her cold glares and frowns whenever she could.

So when she started that, you trained where she couldn't see, you trew yourself to work for school so one day you could pack your things and go live with your dad and go to U.A. to become a hero just like him.

You didn't think that day would be today.

You don't actually remember what went wrong today but the next thing you know, you're standing on your porch, locked outside your house with your things that mother packed scatered around you.

Imagine how shoked your dad will be when he sees you.

Usually, you would go live with him on holidays and your or his birthays and whenever you had a chance really. You loved your dad to no end and he loved you, too. You were his most important person on this shitty planet Earth, you were his little sunshine, though not so little anymore.

But he couldn't risk something happening to you. It was a dangerous life he lived. How many villains he captured and sent to prison, who knows how many of them hold grudges and want revenge. It's not a risk he wants to take.

It's not just that, but he's a bussy man, of course not too bussy to text you every chance he get and call you whenever he has time. He's a teacher over the day and a hiro by night. It's why you live with your mother. It's safer. You atleast have a parent most time of the day.

He was so wrong.

Usually, he could read you like and open book. Whenever you text differently or he hears strain in your voice over a call he knows imediately something is not right. But he was so wrong with your mother. And you thank whatever God watches over you that he is, he doesn't need more problems on his plate. So you put us a very good front and lied. Yeah, dad, we did this and that today, we're going here and there tomorrow.

That's why he was very worried when you didn't text him or return his calls today. But you were a teenager, you had friends and it was summer, so he guessed you were just hanging out with someone.

Imagine his shock and fear when he comes home from work and sees his daughter on his front porch, hugging her legs close to her chest and looking close to tears.

"Hi dad."

Usually, you were in control with your emotions, you didn't want people running away from you because of red eyes and floating hair. You allready had enough people call you witch in your 14 years of life.

But you couldn't control them now. Seeing your father, your favourite person in the world, here, in front of you after so long with such a shocked and worried expresion you couldn't stop it. A sob ripped itself from your throut and tears came with crimson eyes and a few floating strands of hair here and there.

Some work papers Aizawa was holding fell to the ground when he saw that. With a racing heart and with open arms he ran towards you and embraced you with his whole being. One hand on the back of your head pushing it to his chest, close to his heart, other arm around your shoulderd holding your shaking form close to him. With a shaky breath he let your name slip his mouth. "Y/n?"

"Dad." You choked back a cry and hid your face in his chest, holding him tighter around his waist, listening to his racing heart.

"Y/n, what are you doing here? What happened? Where's your mother? Are you okay?" He pulled away just enough to grasp your tear stained cheeks in his rough hands, turning your head around and looking for anything that is causing you pain.

He looked at you with such strong love and care you just couldn't lie anymore. You had to tell him everything that happened over the years. So you answered. "She- she... Dad, she threw me out."

His worried expresion turned to confusion and frown formed on his face. "What? She did what?"

"She kicked me out. I don't know why, I just- she said that this- I'm sorry I didn't tell you I- I didn't want to bother you, I know you're bussy and-" You rambled throu tears like your life depended on it, but Aizawa stoped you.

"Whoa, whoa, shh, sh, sh, honey, calm down, calm down, breath, you need to breath." He shushed you calmly and grabed your face to look at him. "Breath, Y/n." He took one deep breath to demonstrate, but it's like you couldn't hear him, you were still shaking and sobbing.

"But-"

"Shh, no, you'll tell me later. Now you need to breath, okay? You'll tell me evetything later." He took another breath and hold it in to show you. Seeing him here and beeing safe in his arms here calmed you down and you took one shaky breath. "That's it. In, and out."

When you calmed down you opened your eyes to see your hair down again and smiled shepishly at your dad. "Umm, surprise?"

He exhaled at you with a soft smile and hugged you one more time, just as tight as the last one. He kissed the crown of your head and breathed. "Oh, God, I missed you, sunshine."

With your face hidden you clawed the back of his shirt and said quietly. "I missed you, too, dad."

You stayed there for few minutes, just basking and each others presence finnaly after so long of not seeing each other. With a hand on your shoulder he rubbed your back and swayed you softly, like he did when you were little, kissing your head here and there. He pulled back and got up, grabbed your hands with his and pulled you up. "Come on, since you're here allready I have something to show you."

"What?" What could he possibly have to show you so sudently?

"Come on." He put one arm around your shoulder and guided you inside. Inside everything is just like you remember it, one simple home for a simple man. But, there was another door next to his room you don't remember being there.

"Dad, what is th-?"

He cut of by opening them, inside there was a bedroom. One queen sized bed, a table, drawers, everything a room needed. Everything was white, walls, furniture, exept for a black cat plushie on the bed, and a photo of you and him when you were little.

"Is that.."

"The plushie you left here 7 years ago on purpose because I was 'lonely', yes, it is." He smiled softly at you. "Welcome to your room."

"What?" You looked at him confused. Why was there a room for you at his apartment. Did he know you were coming?

Like he could read your mind he answered. "Well, it was about time where I guessed you would start calling me every chance you get and beg me to come so you could go to U.A. So, I did a little shopping and did this. Everything is white because I thought you would want to decorate it when you come."

While he was saying that you slowly get in and look around, well, there's not much to look at but it will be when you decorate it. You took the photo from your desk and looked closely at it. It was a first time your dad took you to an amusement park. With the exact same plushie he won for you now sitting on your bed.

Without any warning you ran and hugged him around his waist. Knockin his breath out of him he let out an 'oomph' but then hugged you back just as quickly. "Thank you, dad. I love you."

"I love you, too, sunshine."

A/n: allriiiiiight, what do you guys think,did you like it, should I make a part 2, a little series of y/n Aizawa? Let me know! Byee guyss, love you allll!

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa imagine #my hero academia #mha #mha aizawa #aizawa shota x daughter reader #bnha #bnha aizawa

[mysteriouschar]

Bio dad Bruce Part 1

Wattpad , part~2 , part~3,...

Note-My characters may not be like the original dc universe as i haven't watched/read the dc universe .Everything i know is from many fanfics that i have read .hope y'all enjoy it.

Marinette had to go to Gotham. Now you would think why are we even talking about this well the thing is tom isn't her biological father he is her step dad. Well who is her biological father you ask none other than Bruce Wayne. And the problem you see is that till she was 5 she lived with her father but on her 6th birthday he dropped her at her mother's house and never returned.

6 year old Marinette thought her father hated her and that is why he didn't want her there. Marinette started living with her mother and found out that she liked it here in paris with her mother and step dad.

Now she is 22 a successful designer and singer known as MDC and Nettie and her dad (that is her legal guardian jagged stone)was doing a concert in gotham and wanted her to be there.Now you might ask how this happened. Well liela rossi happened,when she was in high school everyone liked her because of her personality and behaviour but then this liar came and started telling lies and her classmates the bunch of morons that they are believed the liar over their friend even though many of them knew her from childhood. they started ignoring her and calling her mean things. At first marinette was very hurt first her father and now her friends. The only one that knew that the liar was lying was her ex crush and he advised her to take the high road the coward that he was.

So after her ex moronic friends started ignoring her she had much free time and started her own bussiness at first she didn't have many customers as the website was started by a newbie but then jagged stone announced that his personal designer was MDC and thus her business started blowing/blossoming this was 4 years before.

Somehow her classmates got to her parents and worse they believed it and told her to leave their house as a bully and someone who had disgraced them wasn't their daughter . This was the last straw for Marinette as everyone she had loved had left her except her friend Luka, jagged stone and penny Jagged's assistance .Marinette packed her stuff there wasn't much as she had bought a studio after her business had skyrocketed so she took the few things she had and left as she was leaving Sabine and Tom looked at her and for the first time saw that Marinette wasn't showing any emotion and was wearing something which had no pink at all and her hair was in a french braid she left without saying anything.

her hair but in midnight blue colour.

her dress

After a month of leaving her home jagged returned to paris as he was doing a tour and when he asked mari where to come to collect his clothes she gave him a different address which wasn't the bakery now jagged didn't know about liela rossi as mari didn't want to burden him but as jagged care for marinette as a daughter he knew there was something amiss in her life and he was waiting for her to tell him what it was.

When he reached the address mari opened the door and let him in as he was looking around he saw there was a kitchen and a room and studio he asked her,"blueberry are you living here?"

"u-um yes i am" she replied looking nervous.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #felinette #class salt #adrian salt #alya salt #felix graham de vanily #badass marinette #lila salt #nino salt #bio dad bruce wayne #MDC #nettie

[misguidedasgardian]

The Dutiful (5)

5. Dutifully pregnant

MASTERLIST

Summary: You aren’t as ready to start this next part of your marriage 

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloyd’s late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), mentions of death of a parent, pregnancy, thoughts about cheating, a little angst, fluff too, might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2,6 k

Notes: This is a mix! people asked me to write Jealous reader with Lloyd, and I mixed it up a bit

It finally happened! Lloyd was going to be so happy, or at least you hoped so

You had been feeling hellish lately, so after months of unprotected sex you kind of expected it, so when you took that test and it came back positive, you were almost relieved

You were pregnant

You had to tell Lloyd, so you asked Ari to drive you to the HQ of the family company where he worked and had his office. Once you reached the building everyone greeted you as you made your way towards his office on the last floor.

You walked in without even knocking, you thought this was way more important that anything that might be happening inside Lloyd’s office

But as soon as you saw the people inside it, you felt like it was, you felt like you interrupted. Lloyd´s secretary, a gorgeous voluptuous woman who wore her white blouse too tight and her pencil skirt too short was leaning over him, who was seated on his office chair as her tits were in his line of vision. She had clearly opened two extra buttons so Lloyd had to only lean in a little more to see her nipples

They looked at you like you were interrupting something, they weren’t even touching, but you knew there were going to, you recognized that look on your husband’s face

��Hey wifey” he greeted after clearing off his throat, she stood up from her leaning position and she kinda turned away from you to fix her shirt.

“Hey” your voice came out broken, and sad, as a tightening sensation got a hold on your chest, it was clear now, that he was cheating on you, or wanted to at least 

“You came to visit me pumpkin?” he asked, his demeanor playful and prideful like always, like you hadn't just now walk in on him starting at his secretary’s boobs like he was about to jump between them

“Ah yeah” you whispered, staying still on your spot. You held tighter on the positive test you had on your hand, but you hid it up the sleeve of the jacket you were wearing, not that he didn’t notice you were hiding something. “But I’m clearly interrupting” 

You left right then, not being able to look him in the face, not caring for his reaction, you just wanted to leave, this office, this tower. You couldn’t hide your whimper when you got into the elevator, and the last thing you saw before the door closed was his face, he had followed you to the lift but couldn’t catch you. 

You didn’t know if it was your ego, or your heart that got bruised. You didn’t think you loved Lloyd, but you did think you meant something to him, it had never crossed your mind that he would cheat on you, you thought these mafia guys had this special loyalty to them. So it was your ego, and you were so proud this hurt even more. You walked out of the building to find Ari talking to some of the guys. When he saw you he looked surprised, perhaps were the bitter tears that fell from your eyes

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“Take me home, now” you demanded, opening your own door and jumping on the car. Without another word, he got in the car and started it

“May I ask what happened?” Since Ari took you from your house to the office in the first place, he already knew what you were going to tell Lloyd, that you were expecting his first child.

“Did you all know?” you asked back, Ari looked at you through the rearview mirror, “Do you all know he cheats on me and take pleasure in my ignorance?” you asked then

“He doesn't” he said firmly, “He would never…” 

“Because I found him about to” you said mindlessly

“With who?” he asked, clearly surprised 

“That secretary, the one that could stop traffic with her gorgeous body” you mentioned

“She always is throwing herself at us, and to Lloyd, but I never thought he would take that…”

“She was my father’s secretary” you mentioned, “He fucked her too” 

“Did you catch him like… with his pants down?” he asked then, almost fearful. like he was also disappointed in the betrayal

“No” you answered truthfully, “He was staring down her cleavage like he was going to jump in it” you muttered, “I’m not an idiot… I recognize that look on his face…”

“I know for a fact he wouldn’t fuck her” he said firmly

“But he lets her throw herself at him like that” you accused

“Did you at least get to tell him?”

“I didn’t” you answered, “at least when I do he can finally leave me alone to go fuck whoever he pleases, since his job is going to be complete”

“Don’t talk like that, he loves you, and wouldn’t do that to you” 

“You know what? I don’t care” and just like that, Ari left you alone all the way back home. 

. . .

Tonight you had a fundraiser, an event the company held to make it look like you cared for saving the sharks while they deal drugs underneath the table

You remembered fondly how your father was sitting in his study while you strode in, 5 years old, telling him a gruesome story you saw at discovery channel, that the poor sharks were hunted for their fins, brutally maimed and then thrown back in the sea while they can’t swim and drown, so you gave him the perfect cover for the event, a fundraiser to save sharks

It did save the sharks, building a multimillion dollar sanctuary, but whatever.

You sat in front of your vanity to do your makeup, while glancing at the clock, you knew Lloyd was going to be home soon, so you wanted to be ready, not wanting to face him, not wanting to fight or argue, you just didn’t have the strength. You were going to play along.

Well, you did spend most of the morning puking and you felt like shit, your thrill for the fight was long gone

“You look beautiful sweetheart” you jumped when you heard Lloyd, who was leaning into the doorframe of the bathroom

“Thanks” you whispered turning your attention back to the mirror to try place the blending powder

“You ran off this morning” that teasing voice really just made you want to puke some more

“Well, Andy told me you had back to back meetings all morning so, I didn’t want to interrupt” you explain and the lie came out of your mouth so fast it amazed you

“Oh, well, we can skip this boring fundraiser if you want, want me to take you to dinner instead?”

“I want to go” you said firmly, “It meant a lot to me and to my father”

“Of course” he places his big hand on your naked shoulders and leaned in to kiss your temple, “What color is your dress?” he asked

“Beat you to it” you answered as you now were concentrating in the shade of your eyes, “Already pick 4 choices of tie that match, they are on your closet with your suit” He smiled wickedly in the reflection

“Aren’t you sweet?” he left you alone to go get dressed now, and you appreciated that he didn’t acknowledge the little scene in the office, you appreciated he didn’t want to kick you while you were down, perhaps he was appreciating that you didn’t make a scene, that you were compliant. You wanted to cry.

He was your husband!

Yours!

Perhaps it wasn’t your ego but your heart, perhaps you wanted him all to yourself

Perhaps you cared he was going to be the father of the baby that was growing inside of you. You both dressed in silence, and when you were ready you exited the room and walked together outside where the car was waiting for you. 

You were already inside the car when he grabbed your hand and took it towards his lap, he just left it there, without any dark intentions

“You left the office pretty quickly in the morning” he murmured casually

“I told you, Andy told me…”

“Bullshit” he chuckled, “You wanted to tell me something”

“No” you whispered, “I wanted to have lunch at Pissano’s, so I stopped by to see if you wanted to join me” 

“Are you having cravings, pumpkin?” he murmured cheekily

“No,” you muttered simply. You felt so petty, hiding this from him because you were angry and hurt, but it didn’t seem like the time

“You sure pumpkin?” he insisted, “is there nothing you want to tell me?” you found Ari’s look in the rearview mirror, thinking he might had betrayed you, but you shook your head

“I wanted to invite you to lunch” you said slowly, “But I walked in on you wanting to eat something else” you spitted out, and he froze were he sat, but then he just chuckled

“Is that why you are so grumpy with me?” 

“Leave me alone Lloyd” you felt like you were being cornered, or bullied, and you didn’t like it. He sighed in surrender, or boredom

“Whatever you think you saw, you didn’t”

“I saw enough” you snapped

“I’m not banging the secretary” he growled

“You know he used to fuck my dad too” you said bitterly. You heard him sigh loudly

“I’m not fucking her” he said clearly, but not raising his voice

“I don’t care Lloyd” you muttered

“Tell me what you wanted to tell me this morning” he demanded, leaning into you

“I have nothing to say”, you answered back, he looked at you intently, like he wanted to read into your own thoughts

“You sure darling?” his hot hand landed on your leg, causing your very skin to tingle. He wasn’t an idiot, you knew he might even have suspicions of what you might tell him. 

“We are here” saved by the arrival at the venue, you almost jumped out of the limo. The flashes of cameras and paparazzi hit you like a brick, you smiled shyly, waving a little and fixed your dress, you walked inside the venue leaving Lloyd behind you, not caring if he was following you or not. 

But you felt his hand on your lower back, helping you up the stairs of the natural history museum, and you smiled at all the people who were there to greet you, throwing questions at you, flashing their cameras at your face, but you were used to it.

The ball started without any complications, soon it was time for a heartfelt speech you had wrote, telling all the people gathered how much this event meant for you and for your father, and about the sanctuary you had built with the money gathered and how you planned on making it even bigger every year, accepting more species of sea animals, and Whale Sharks for the next season.

You look at your side in the midst of applause to look at Lloyd, but he was whispering with his secretary at his side, they seemed serious, like they were talking about work, you got distracted, but soon placed back on track to finish your speech

As soon as people started clapping, Lloyd realized the apparently boring speech was over, and clapped too 

You ignored him when he offered you his hand to get down from the podium, instead were congratulated by the scientists, veterinarians and other people on the board of your organization. 

but you occasionally looked his way, and he was with that blonde stuck to his side, even as he spoke to other people. 

He had pulled you out of any dealings with the company, you guessed he wanted to do the same with you and the organization as well, he was not in his element, you guessed he didn’t like that. And you got sad all of a sudden. You looked at the glass of champagne you held in your hand, you were not drinking it, you held it for image only. 

Is that how is was going to be

You hand went instinctively to your belly

Is this how it was going to be?

He told you he loved you, and yet he didn’t show it, he was talking to all the women he could find in the night

You were only an obligation, a part of the contract for him to inherit all of it, you were just part of his job. 

You could hide it any longer, you excused yourself and walked to the nearest bathroom, that luckily for you, was empty, and huge. You hid behind a wall on the other side, where there was eats, and a dressing table. 

You used your hand to stifle a moan

Perhaps it wasn’t just your ego, perhaps your heart was getting compromised.

You were all in with Lloyd, you had married him, you were pregnant by him, you didn’t want it to be just business, you wanted him by your side.

But he preferred the company of his secretary

He preferred the company of other women, perhaps that is why he made sure Ari was with you at all times, and he got so late to the house. 

“Pumpkin, you there?”, you gasped when you heard his voice, you quickly turned towards the mirror and wiped your tears expertly, not leaving signs in your make up

“I’ll be there shortly”, you said professionally, like you were talking to some unknown person

“Don’t give me that”, he mocked, turning the corner and finding you, “what is the matter?”, he asked, genuinely concerned 

“Its nothing”, you said, “I’m just tired”, he sighed, holding you, making you look at him

“Why are you crying?”, you couldn’t hide it from him

“Its nothing”, you dismissed it, but he wouldn’t let go

“I’m not banging the secretary”, he said, bored 

“Is not that”, you didn't even cared at this point, it could be the secretary, or it could be other hundred women

“Please honey”

“I’m pregnant”, you said, but he wasn’t surprised, he almost expected it, he chuckled

“And you didn’t want to tell me because…?”, he teased, you only looked down

“Lloyd, this is something else”, you told him, raising your eyes to look at him, “the games are over”

“What do you mean?”, he asked, looking concerned

“You are in or out, Lloyd”, you warned, and he frowned

“What do you mean…?”

“We are going to be parents”, you explained, “you are going to be a father, Lloyd”, you said seriously, “and this marriage, it seems like is a game to you”, a fresh badge of tears filled your eyes, “I get it, you married me because of the inheritance, but this is something else, we rather try to make this work like a real marriage, or you get out and we can co-parent, but I will give this baby the best household I can…”, and he interrupted you by kissing you gently.

He hugged you tightly against him, kissing you gently, with love, with passion 

When you separated, he was looking into your eyes with a devotion you had never seen before

“I’m all in baby”, he whispered against your lips, “you are giving me everything I ever wanted, I haven’t touched nobody else since we got hitched, and I promise I never will”, he sentenced, “I will kick that woman out, hell, I will kick every woman in the entire building if that is what you want”, he promised, you only nodded, “I did find it entertaining her throwing herself at me, and I did saw it as a game, but you are right”, he said, serious this time, no more games. 

“The games are over”, he said, clearly and plainly, “this is serious, this time, we have eight months until our little one is with us, and we need to work on this, to make it work”, you smiled brightly

“Really?”, you asked

“Anything you want”, he compromised, “I’m all in baby”

“All in”, you whispered as a prayer 

What can i say? I have watched the gray man repeatedly this past week and I got my groove back! I have no other excuses, I'm sorry I know how much you all loved this bitersweet story... anyways, more will follow!

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#misguideddutiful #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen #the gray man #the gray man fanfiction

[hypegirl1]

Trick or trick?(Rodrick Heffley X fem!reader)

AN: how are y´all doing? Happy Halloween! School has me kinda bussy lately,that´s why I haven´t been active,I´m so sorry. Here´s the Halloween special as a gift! ^^ Genre:Angst,fluff Word count:1086 Summary:You were going to do trick or treat with your boyfriend Rodrick and his little brother,but he ends up cancelling plans at last minute,which makes you mad Warnings:Suggestive language(I guess? TT)

"Rodrick,I told you,I am not going out today with you,I´m mad now,so just hang up the goddamn phone and leave me alone"

"Y/N please just let me ta-"

"Fuck this"

You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed,as you layed on it,you started thinking about what just happened a few minutes before: You were getting ready at your house to go trick or treating,you and Rodrick were going with Greg and Rowley to accompany them after what happened last year,it was actually your idea to go with them,and at first it wasn´t a problem at all,Susan was very happy about it as she trusted you to go with them,Rodrick wasn´t convinced at all at first.

"We could just go to the party down the street together you know?Why do we have to go with Greg and his friend?"

"Come on Rod,when was the last time you went trick or treating?It can be fun! We can wear matching costumes if you want"

"Yeah..."

You know he was trying to hide the fact that he actually wanted to match costumes with you so bad.

"I know you want to match,I know you so well,what about Flynn Rider and Rapunzel?"

"Well,seems fun I guess..."

"There you are!"

At the end,you knew Rodrick was excited for matching costumes with you,he was a ver romantic guy at the end,he just tried to hide it. After all that,you all agreed to go trick or treating together,it was going to be fun,Greg and Rowley loved your company after all.

"What? Y/N´s coming with us?So cool!"

"You just love being with her because when she´s around I can´t annoy you"

"Well,she´s funny though"

And now,you were getting ready at your house,that´s when the accident happened,your phone started ringing,it was Rodrick.

"Rod,are you done? I´ll leave in 5 minutes now"

"Yeah,about that...Y/N we´ll have to cancel this trick or treat thing,I´m going to the party"

"Wha-what?"

"Yeah,let´s just go together,we´ll have fun"

"Rodrick,are you cancelling our plans at the moment?Are you being serious?"

"What?No! I´m just changing them,we´ll have more fun at the party"

"Are you kidding me?! I have been thinking about this for a week now,I was thinking about doing a sleepover with Greg and Rowley and all of us could have fun,but no,Mr Plancanceller decided to change things up"

"Why are you so mad about it?!"

"Because I wanted to go with you! And because it was a chance so that you could get along with Greg!"

"What so?! Just forget that,let´s both go out and have fun"

"Rodrick,I told you,I am not going out today with you,I´m mad now,so just hang up the goddamn phone and leave me alone"

"Y/N please just let me ta-"

"Fuck this"

And now that´s when you were laying on your bed,makeup done,hair done,outfit done,all for nothing.

"Why can´t we never spend time all together?Ugh..."

That´s when you heard the doorbell ring,probably some kids trick or treating,you got up and went downstairs,you were surprised to see who was at your door.

"Greg?Rowley?Oh,I´m so sorry for cancelling our night together,me and Rodrick got mad and...sorry,here,have some candy kids"

"Yeah,about that...could you just go to our house for a moment?"

"What does Rodrick want now?"

"Just go there"

"Fine,be safe both of you,call me if anything happens"

You went inside,picked up a jacket and went to Rodrick´s house that was around the corner,what did he wanted now? Things were already messed up. When you arrived,you knocked on the door and it wasn´t even 5 seconds when Rodrick opened the door.

"Hi Y/N"

"What do you want Rodrick?"

"I- just wanted to apologize"

"Fine,do it then,I´ll listen"

"Well I- fine,I´ll be honest with you Y/N,I should have talked with you the plans change,it´s just that I didn´t wanted to waste our night like that,I thought that you just did it for me and Greg"

"What?No,Rodrick,what do you mean? I was doing it for all of us,we can have fun together,but it´s also my fault,if you didn´t liked the idea we could have thought together about something better..."

"I know you just wanted to do it for the good,I was being selfish changing your plans without telling you,and kinda childish to do that..."

"It´s-alright"

"So,are we good now?"

"Yeah,what are your plans for tonight then? We can think something together"

"No,let´s go trick or treating with Greg and his friend,it can be cool,I´ll just go change"

"What?"

"Yeah,didn´t you wanted to match costumes?"

"Yeah,but do you want to?"

"Of course I want to you dummy"

You both stared at each other smiling,the night was cold,but this whole situation made it cozy and warm.You gave Rodrick a little kiss on the lips,what kinda surprise him.

"Come on Eugene,Rapunzel is waiting to go outside of her tower"

"Sure my princess"

The atmosphere was warm and you were happy,you fixed the problem,or you thought so,until you felt a bucket of cold water fall on both of you.

"WHAT THE-"

"I finally got them! Haha! You two litt- oh,Rodrick,it´s you,and Y/N...my bad,thought you were some troublemakers,hehe..."

You were in absolute disbelief,Frank thought you and Rodrick were some rebel teenagers that wanted to fill their house with toilet paper,Rodrick just gave Frank a weird look,but looking at the situtation,it was funny,you laughed at the end.

"What´s so funny about this?"

"It´s just funny,like,look at us,your dad thought we were someone else and we´re wet now,what´s funnier than this?"

"I guess so,come in Rapunzel,I´ll give you a towel,you´ll get cold"

"But we´ll miss the night"

"We were going to miss it anyway,get in before I snatch your dress out here"

"Rodrick!"

"Sorry sorry,but I was going to though"

You hit him on the back of the head as a joke,you weren´t going nowhere tonight with his attitude,at this point,the clothes snatching wasn´t that bad...

#rodrick x reader #doawk #rodrick heffley #rodrick x y/n

[deliruousmistakes]

Let Me Take Your Pain Away (Pt. 1)

Missions don’t always go as planned, they rarely do, actually. Thing is, when they don’t, someone might pay the price with their lifes. 

But they won’t let that be Mikey’s case.

Based on @cokowiii’s ‘Just Another Day AU’

Part two here

Part three here

Supply runs are hard, it’s a slow process that tends to make easy objectives out of them, threatening to take the whole community down. Even now, after they’ve figured out how to be mostly self-sustainable, it’s very much indispensable, and each time they have to go farther and farther away in search of resources. However, every now and then, they’ll find something they overlooked in the past; this time, they seem to have found a goldmine (and a nearby one at that).

- “How come we’re only seeing it now? It’s super close.” – They were reviewing the last details of his mission. It’s nothing new and -thankfully- it shouldn’t take long: just a couple days, a week if he’s unlucky.

- “According to my research, something in there exploded, blowing up the roof and exposing the structure to the elements. The question is ‘why?’ though that I do not know, dear brother.” -Donnies eyes were shining, exited with the possibilities- “So be careful, extremely so. Now, regrettably, my current project is time-sensitive, so you go there first and scout the place. Then, if you deem it so, we’ll send a raid team.”

- “Yes, yes. I’ve done this before Dee. I’m a badass mystic warrior, I can handle it.”

- “One thing does not equate the other.”

- “Are you jealous because I’m stronger than you?”

- “Offended gasp, Michelangelo, you did not just-”

- “Cali!” - Mikey had interrupted and discarded his older brother in favour of giving a hug to his beloved husband. – “What are you doing here?”

- “A. I hate you. B. I asked him to come, as I need his help for one last test before you go.” - Answered Donnie.

- “Donieeeee.” - whining would stop neither of them.

- “Oh, well, maybe I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t murder my babies as a past time.” – retorted Donnie, though there was no heat behind his words.

- “It’s not on purpose, I swear.” -and it isn’t. Sometimes, his powers just aren’t compatible with his brother’s tech, making the trackers or monitors glitch or straight up die.

- “C’mon, Mikey, better safe than sorry. Let’s get this shit over with.” – persuaded Calimari as he drags a weightless Mikey to a chair. It was quick, have Cali take his vital signs and compare them with the ones on the monitor, the GPS function wasn’t so easy to test, and they’d asses it on the run.

- “Well, that’s it. You can go now. Don’t set on fire anything that isn’t a Krang.”

- “I’ll try.” – And then he stared at Cali - “Mari~”

- “What?”

- “I love you so, so much.” – A chaste kiss follows, but then their eyes don’t meet like usual; instead, Mikey is looking at their hands. Cali know he’s angsting about his death. Again.

The sight made his heart clench, so he got close in order to lick Mikey’s cheek. In response, the other let go, outraged, trying to clean his face with his hand, then proceeded to snatch the robe on Cali’s shoulders with a big, dumb smile on his face. – “Off I go.”

How he wishes he could go with him.

He marches back into the med bay, knowing that he has better things to do than wallow in self-pity. Leo and his team will be back soon, which always means an influx in patients. When they arrive, it’s shown that this time there is no exception, so he bussies himself with the work in front of him… Until he can’t.

It was sudden, from one second to the next. Something cold burned his hand, painful enough to make him drop the papers he was holding. Seeing what was wrong only made it worse. He saw the markings in his left hand. The white, form-fitting, and warm chain now was cold, loose, and had black patches all over it.

- “Cali,” -started Leo, worried tone, and getting closer to him – “what’s-” -the resistance leader froze in place, eyes wide open, but a second later he was leaving the place in a frenzy, pale and almost shoving people out of his way.

Cali figures there’s only one person he’d go to: Donnie.

- “Doctor Calimari, we need-.” - He didn’t get to hear what the request was. When he got to the exit, he could still see Leo at the end of the corridor, but he wasn’t fast enough to catch him, not anymore.

Still, he made a run for Donnie’s lab: his most likely location -and he will beat him if he’s not there-. He kept going even when he could barely breath, his muscles ached and his sight was going dark on the sides. Even so, he made it to the lab, but he couldn’t talk with how much his lungs burned and how he was about to pass out. Mikey’s remaining brothers were there, ignoring him completely.

Listening to them, he gathers that they will leave to search Mikey, who they lost contact with. Given the situation, they might agree to take him. Nonetheless, he won’t risk being told to fuck off. Thus, he plans accordingly.

Cali, waited for the right moment to hide into one of the trucks, from his place in the trunks he can’t see anything, although it shouldn’t take long for them to leave.

- “Oh, sweet Galileo, I finally get to-”

- “Donnie.”

- “Mikey, yes. Of course.” – He sets his horrid music on before flooring it, effectively launching them out of the base.

- “Puta.” – Thankfully, the noise drowned his voice. It’s even better when Leo turns turn the speaker off shortly after.

- “I just need you to keep an eye on it in case the signal comes back.” - Cali’s listening attentively, trying to collect as much information as he can.

- “Let me see if I get this straight: you two were talking, then ‘boom’, then nothing?”

- “Then you arrived, yes.”

Then they stayed silent, and Cali was left with his thoughts. He remembered talking with Mikey about their shared chains, he was right, this is agony.

- “Do you think he’s fine?” – asked Leonardo

- “Yes.”

- “But Cali’s chains-”

- “Just focus on the tablet. We’ll arrive soon.”

- “Okay…” – A pause – “Are you sure it’s working?”

- “Yes ‘Nardo, now stop talking.”

- “But it says Cali’s behind us.”

- “You put a tracker on me!?” – Shit.

- “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Cali!” - God damn it, he planned on staying hidden until they found Mikey. – “You know Donnie puts trackers on everyone! Where are you?”

- “Not everyone.” – Maybe they’ll start fighting and forget about him.

- “I stand corrected, he puts trackers on everyone he cares about. I know this, you know this, everyone does.” – He was blinded by a sudden light.  – “What were you thinking?”

- “Get closer and I’m biting your hand off.”

- “Good thing It’s a spare.”

- “It’s not. Leo, stop. I won’t fix it.”

- “Donnie, turn this thing around.”

- “Don’t you dare. Fucking hell, get you priorities straight, I won’t drop dead for going outside. Mikey needs me, or would you rather waste time, see if he dies!? Then what.” - He was screaming at the top of his lungs, as he pierced the trunk’s floor with his claws. They wouldn’t go back, they fucking couldn’t. He’d throw them out of the window first.

- “Okay. First, this -to quote you- “thing” it’s a state-of-the-art automotive engineering, have some respect. Second, the Doc’s right, we don’t know what condition Mikey’s in, its better if he’s with us.”

Leo retreated back into the copilot’s seat without talking, and after a minute Cali crawled out of the trunk into the backseats. With actual light, he could see the chain again, it was mostly black now.

None of them talked after that. Until - “The signal’s back”- said Leo, as he paled even more – “Can’t this thing go faster?”

- “Why.” – demanded Donnie, looking at the screen while driving at full speed.

- “Watch the road!”

- “Gimme that.” – Cali snatched the tablet from Leo’s trembling hands, and started reading… tachypnoea and tachycardia, but low blood pressure and low temperature… Is he bleeding out? Fuck, uh, Leo said ‘boom, then nothing’… So, traumatic injuries (fractures, stabbing), blast injuries (brain, eyes, ears, lungs, abdomen). What else, burns? Maybe he’s just really dehydrated, that might do too.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud ringtone.

- “Hey, Honey Bunny.” - Those two are disgusting.

- “Leo? Where are you?”

- “In an impromptu mission? We think Mikey’s in trouble.” – That’s downplaying it.

- “Shit, I won’t take long then. Do you know where Cali is?”

- “In Colombia?”

- “What? No. They say he ran out after you.” – A brief pause followed - “he’s with you.”

- “I didn’t know, Yui. We can’t go back now.”

- “Leo.”

- “I know, I’m sorry. I’ll pass him over,” -he passed his communicator to Cali, who turned off the speaker.

As he talked, a screech filled the air, and he dropped the device.

- “Cali, are you okay? What’s going on?”

- “I’m fine.”

- “Are you sure? I can go there, I’ll prepare the another car.”

- “I said I’m fine, stop fussing. Donnie just ran over something.”

- “Fine...” – Cali could hear his brother thumping his tail over the phone. - “Do me a favour, stick close to Leo, okay?” - He grunted in response. – “And tell him that, if anything happens to you, I’m filing for divorce.”

- “Sounds like a plan.”

- “Fuck you, but be careful.”

- “Yeah, yeah.”

- “Cali, you better come back, okay? Preferably soon, you left a mess behind. Also, call me if you need help, and send me a message every hour to let me know you’re okay.”

- “Whatever, bye.”

- “Bye…” -And he hung up.

- “Congrats on the divorce.” - Declared Cali as he returned the communicator.

- “He didn’t say that.” – Answered Leo, defensive. Cali didn’t answer, just stared at the damp stain in Leonardo’s clothes.

- “Are you bleeding?”

- “No? Ah, I forgot.” - Fucking idiot.

- “Hah? You ‘forgot’!? Y entonces qué, ¿mágicamente va a desaparecer?” - He went back into the trunk to take out a first aid kit – “Jueputa, porqué son así, se creen indestructibles, estúpidos es lo que son. El otro es igualito.” – Then he started disinfecting, stitching, and bandaging. - “Estate quieto.” – It pained him that the chain was getting in the way.

For a while after that either reorganized the first aid kit or stared at the screen with Mikey’s vitals.

- “We’re here.” – Announced Donnie, restless. Before stepping out of the car he threw a gun at Cali – “The tracker’s not working, but his last location is fifteen meters south-east from here.” – Donnie started flying, and Leo followed promptly, carrying Cali.

By now, saying that the chain was loose was an overstatement. Cali feared that if relaxed his grip, it would simply fall off. So, he held onto it.

Mikey’s ‘last location’ was barren, with nothing living on sight. Thus, they took different paths in an attempt to cover more ground. Donnie remained on the air, while Leo went underground with Cali.

#rottmnt #fanfiction #fanfic #f!leo #f!donnie #f!mikey #f!usagi #Just Another Day Au #calimari #starburst duo #rottmnt oc #I hope I got this people right #How did I end up with this #I just wanted Cali to say sweet nothings to Mikey

[idontknowmyownmind]

Mafia Boss RokSoo x enemy's son who was running away Og!Cale rok soo kidnaps cale so he can threaten deruth into giving him his territory, tied him to a chair and when he was about to live he heard cale's whispered 'good luck with that as if he would care'

And he tilted his head curiously, wondering why Cale believe that when it's an open secret in the underworld that Deruth Henituse will do anything for his son

It pique his interest

So he just sit behind his desk while watching Cale who as the time goes by squirming uncomfortably because of the silent and he can feels his stares

Cale doesn't know that his father is involved with underworld and think that Roksoo is just his bussiness enemy

Of course Roksoo know all the rumor about Cale, and none of them paint him in a good light

'Maybe there is more than Cale Henituse'

Cale's body went rigid when he heard Roksoo hummed

So Roksoo postpone his intention and decide to keep Cale imprisonment

Well, let's say that romance bloom and the spring come for them after many trials and errors

When Roksoo found out that Cale know nothing about tge underworld bussiness he and his father doing, he make sure that Cale stay that way

For mature content (mafia without mature contents feels so wrong lol), Roksoo is sadistic and Cale is innocence

Sure he know about the thing but that doesn't mean he truly understand

Roksoo like him pliant and a mess because and for him

Behind his back, in Roksoo underlings (not his trusted people) Cale is said to be their leader bitch and plaything

Behind his back, there is a war between Kim family and Henituse family

Let's say that Deruth and Cale's step family all are killed by Roksoo's men

Of course Roksoo hide it from him, he's been giving Cale false information about his family

Since it's mafia boss Roksoo, I'm going to make him a yandere lol

Roksoo really cut him off from outside world ans anything related to it is delivered by his own mouth so Cale have nothing but to believe him

The only people he met beside him are the three kids Roksoo take care of (the kids know that Roksoo job is something dangerous but they don't understand and know what it is) and LSY and CJS

Cale know about his family from one of Roksoo's underling who is quite close with him, they like to tell Cale a lot of stories about their job (Cale doesn't found out because they never mention mafia so Cale assume that it's just a legal risky job)

They don't know Cale true identity, what they know is Cale is their leader important person

I have two ending in mind

ONE

Out of nowhere Roksoo is there and shot their head and Cale can only stare at shock because of it and the news

Since then, Cale began to see Roksoo true nature

He try to escape, kill himself, but none is succed

As more days passed, he became more and more like a doll than human

There is no light in his eyes and he doesn't even react with the kids

There are some episodes when Cale lash out but Roksoo forced submission on him and make sure he doesn't dare to again

His scars keep growing day by day

It's a fucked up ending

TWO

Cale pretend to be ignorant

Until Roksoo confront him for acting strange

And Cale snap

There is a big fight

Roksoo think he got the upperhand but Cale know that he can't hurt Roksoo

So, rather than pointing the gun at Roksoo, he point it at his own head

Cale know that Roksoo treasure him so he got his revenge by taking his precious person which is himself

So, yeah, he died..

Bad end

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the counts family #kim rok soo #au #trash of the count's family #rokcale #mafia au #it's fuck up #two ending #none is happy #whoever you are who sent this #thank you #i'm running out of ideas

[obxismylife2]

Homecoming (Rafe Cameron x reader)

"Shit" I tried to get up but my heels wouldn't let me. I slipped on the floor in the hall in Cameron's mansion as I return from work. Ward and Rose took me under their wings after my parents died in a car accident. I heard the front door open and pair of arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me to my feet. The person held my hips for a moment to make sure I was standing firmly on my feet and then let go.

"You have to watch where you're going," said a man's voice. At first I didn't know who it is, but when I repeated his sentence in my head I recognized it was my boyfriend, Rafe Cameron. He was out of the town because of some bussiness problems, he didn't want me to go with him as I had my own work. I told him that I didn't mind and that I'll do the work from my laptop but he insisted.

When I looked up, I saw exactly the eyes I thought I'd see. They were exactly the eyes I'd been wanting to look into for months. It was really exhausting and also very devastating that I hadn't slept next to him for four months. I'd cried myslef to sleep at night. Every night.

"Rafe?! Oh my god!" I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist so I didn't fall. I was eaten alive by excitement and joy. "How come you're home so early?" I pulled away from his lips and jumped on the ground.

"I wanted to surprise my girl" he put on that smile I hadn't seen in a hundred years and looked me over from top to bottom. I missed the way he always checks me up and down. And that smile....oh god. "Oh my god, I can't believe it" I hugged him again, pressing my head against his chest and listening to his hearbeat.

Rafe laughed at my happiness and kissed the top of my head. "I missed you" he whispered and kissed me again. We went into the kitchen, where I wanted to make him coffee but I almost fell to the floor again from the way he lunged at me. "I've missed you so fucking much Y/N" he said between kisses as he kissed my neck and his hands were all over my body. But the longing for him overwhelmed me and I couldn't focus on his presence but on how much I missed him.

"What's wrong, baby? Did I do something?" he pulled away from me and took both of my hands into his. "No you didn't do anything, I just...damn" I punched him in the shoulder. He didn't expect it, but it didn't budge him. He knew exactly why I did it. I fucking missed him.

"Why the hell didn't you call me? Shit! I was so worried about you, I didn't even know if you were alive or..." I couldn't take it anymore and got down on my knees crying. The thought of never seeing him again completely took over my mind and made me cry. I've seen him lying on the ground somewhere in a pool of blood, showing no signs of life, and someone standing over him with a gun in his hand pointed right at him.

"I know and I'm so sorry y/n, I really am, but unfortunately I didn't have time and...well you know I thought..."

"You thought I'd found someone else?" how could he think that? "Yeah" he lowered his head and ruffled his hair in embarrassment.

"Did you think I was capable of finding someone else after all we've been through together? After all the love we've professed to each other?" Rafe and I have been together for over two years now and we have always been there for each other when we were in a part of our lives where we needed help. Often it was Rafe who needed me, but I didn't mind. I was glad he always came to me and let me help him. Even when it was raining outside or midnight, I was glad he trusted me and relied on me. I was glad that I was the only one, who could help him.

"I have no idea what I was thinking, I'm sorry."

"Damn Rafe, I'm not like other girls that cheat on their boyfriend with the first thing that comes along" I scratched my neck nervously until my shirt sleeve pulled down.

"What's that?" Rafe's gaze focused on my bruised wrist. Let me take you back a few days ago.

I was alone in Cameron's mansion, I live with them as my parents died and there was no one to takecare of me. Ward was my dad's friend so he offered it to me and I accepted. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. I opened them to see a blonde guy.

"Oh hey, you must be Y/N. I've heard about you a lot. I'm Jake, Rafe's old friend" he held his hand out for me and I accepted it. "Nice to meet you, Jake. What do you need?" I asked politely and leaned against the door. "Is he home?"

"No, he's on a business trip. And he doesn't know when he'll come back"he nodded and scanned me. "May I come inside?"

"Yeah, sure" I stepped aside so he could get in and closed the door behind him.

Half an hour later we're still sitting on the couch in the living room. I had learned quite a bit about him, what he liked and so on, but there was no mention of him having any close relationship with Rafe.

"I'm so sorry but Cameron's should be here any minute so I'd have to ask you to leave" there was something weird about him. I felt it in my belly. "Come on, just a little while longer, please" he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it gently. "Jake, what are you doing?" I knew where this will go, but I didn't wanna imagine that.

"Let's just enjoy our time alone" His hand moved higher and left it on my lower abdomen. "No, you know I'm dating Rafe and I love him" I moved away but his hand was still on me and now moved to the inside of my thighs. "Oh come on, I know you want it" his other hand gripped my wrist tightly.

"Jake, please stop, don't touch me" I pushed him away from me and wanted to opend the front door, but he shut them close and trapped me between the door and his body.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" I yelled and kick him into his crotch. He fell down on his knees and I slapped him before I run to the garage, where I saw Ward's car arriving.

"What's what?" I was being stupid.

"What's on your wrist" he lightly touched the spot where Jake had gripped me tightly a few days ago.

"I-it's nothing, don't worry" I turned my back on him and took a mug from the cupboard above my head. This is going to be hard to explain, Rafe's explosive, he can be mad over little things.

"Tell me the name of the bastard who did this to you and I'll wring his neck," he stood firmly with his arms folded and his jaw clenched. He looked kinda scary. I saw his reflection in the small door of the cupboard. We looked at each other through the glass and then I spoke. "No one just...I fell down the stairs, yeah, I fell down the stairs." Well he certainly didn't fall for that.

"Pfff, I'm not falling for that. Who did it? And I'm asking for the last time" suddenly I was out of breath and almost passed out. Rafe grabbed my arms and led me to the chair in the dining room. He leaned his arms against my chair and I sat down in it, needing to calm down properly. He walked around my chair, clasped my hands and knelt down on the floor in front of me.

"A few days ago, when I waas home alone, your friend Jake appeard in front of the door, I said you were on a business trip and then I invited him to talk to him and know one of your friends better" his eyes were focused on mine and didn't even blink. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, I just know it wasn't something good. Perhaps for Jake.

"I said that your parents will be home soon, I wanted him to leave as I didn't feel save near him. But he started to touching me and....he....I'm so sorry Rafe" I wanted to drop my head into my hands but he pulled me into a hug.

"Shhh, don't apologize, I'm with you, it's okay, no one will touch you again" he comforted me like that for a moment and then I pulled away from him and walked over to the shelf where I kept my tissues. He began to walk around the room, squeezing his hair tightly and thinking about something.

"Rafe?" I addressed him after he punched the wall in anger until I feared his fist would fly through the wall. "Fuck!" he yelled until I jumped, startled.

"I will fucking kill him" he started walking to the front door, but I reacted quickly and stopped him right before he could grab the door handle. "No, Rafe, it's fine, I'm fine now that you're here" I assured him, but his eyes were still running between me and the door behind me. "Arou you out of your mind? What if he were to go crazy and try to hurt you again? When I'll be on another business trip? What then?That's it, I'll be by your side no matter what even if I'd have to die for you"

Well, he just made me speechless. His words penetrated deep into my heart and nestled there, like birds in a new nest after their first was destroyed. It traveled from my heart to my brain where it found its way to the part where emotions are and the floodgates were lowered.

"What are the tears for?" all of a sudden his emotion changed, he took my face into his hands and wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

"It's okay, don't worry" I waved my hand at it and smiled widely. "Was it beacuse I screamed? If so, just say it you don't have to be afraid of telling me, you know that?" I could see a fear in his eyes. A fear of hurting me. Verbally. Rafe's never hurt me physically or mentally, he's way too careful with me. But I'm not complaining. He changed his behaviour because of me, which is wonderful.

"It's really nothing, Rafe. Your words moved me. The way you said it, you really meant it" a little smile appeared on his lips as I stroked his face the same way he did to me a few moments ago.

He rested his forehead against mine and then started kissing every inch of my face. I giggled when he was so close to my ear lobes and wrinkled my nose a little. He kissed my on the lips hungrily and then threw me over his shoulder, running straight to his room. He threw me on the bed and in a second he was on top of me, kissing me passionately.

"I missed you so much" he said between kisses and took off my t-shirt I was wearing. "I missed you too" I ran my hands into his hair, tugging on them lightly as his hands were touching every inch of my body.

When I'm saying that he touched every part of my body, I'm not lying. He missed my body as much as I missed his touch on me. The way he runs his hands up and down my torso, kisses me so gently and roughly at the same time, making my lips swolen, or the way he always knows where to touch me or kiss me to make me want him. Want him inside of me.

"I'm not just saying this because it's done in these moments, but because I thought about you every day, every night, I couldn't stop thinking about you, because you are the sun of my life and I can't imagine it without you. And I want to prove to you how much I've missed you Y/N" One of his hands grabbed both of mine, pulling them above my head while the other one pulled up my skirt, exposing me to him.

"Rafe, I want you, I want to feel you in me" I whispered, kissing his lips as he unbuckled his belt from his jeans. I took of my thong as he threw his jeans and boxers on the floor and climbed back on top of me.

"I want you too, baby" without any warning he pushed his dick inside of me, letting me adjust his size after a very long time. "Damn, I forgot how thick you are" I gasped as he started moving slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt me. I love it when he's so gentle even though he likes it rough. I'm not saying I hate it rough, I just wanted to point out that he's not like an animal and he really cares how it feels to me.

"Oh, Rafe, you had no idea how painful it was for me to wait all those months for this feeling of your dick in my pussy" he smiled at me, kissing my lips, and grabbed my hip, pushing it further into the mattress as his other hand was right next to my head, holding his whole weight on it so he didn't crush me.

That's one of the things why I love Rafe so much. He can be gentle, but when it comes to bed he's rough and mean. I like it. When we're out on a date or just chilling he's so sweet you wouldn't recognize him. You'd think it's somebody else who looks exactly like Rafe.

But when we're in bed doing spicy things his personality changes and he becomes very cruel and dominant. He's bossy. And he likes it. He likes when he can take control of me. Giving me orders makes him so horny, that it makes me horny too.

His thrust was short, quick and brutal, the way we both like it. "Fuck, I forgot how perfect your pussy is" he kissed me as passionately as he had never kissed me before and gently squeezed my throat, making me choke a little. I wrapped my legs around his waist and run my hand down his chest. He leaned lower so our lips were touching but we didn't kiss. Our mouths were open against each other as we were fully enjoying the moment.

Rafe took both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with his hand while the other one went down my belly to my clit, rubbing it fastly as we both were close. That movement triggered a budding wave of euphoria with a hint of danger and lust for his touch.

"Oh, Rafe" Rafe was watching me the whole time. He wanted to see my face when he's making me feel good, he wanted to remember it, to drill it into his memory, because he's the only one who can make me feel this good and comfortable. "Oh god, I'm going to cum" I moaned his name very loudly. So what. I was able to as no one except for us was at home.

"Me too, baby" he whispered right next to my ear and kissed my cheek. He loosened his grip on my hands so I was finally able to take his face in my hands and deepened our kiss with my tongue, taking over. He let me be the dominant one as we always fight about it.

We both cum at the same time and groaned each others name. Then we smiled at each other and he left a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Wow, that was incredible, princess" We were both smiling like we were high. It looked like it. "Exactly"we both breathed heavily and when our breaths calmed down we turned to each other and looked into each other's eyes. "You have such beautiful eyes, Y/N" he stroked my cheek and his thumb stopped at my lips, which he then kissed. He put his forehead against mine and we both closed our eyes.

"Marry Me"

"What?" I pulled away and leaned on my elbow, he did the same. I was startled by his question.

"Marry Me"

"What are you babbling about?" he must be drunk or high or both. Why would he want to ask me that? I mean, he's no THAT type of the person who would want a wedding.

"I'm serious. Marry me" when he's messing with me his pupils are always a little smaller than normal, but now they were bigger. And when you see something you like or think of something or somebody they grow bigger.

"Don't you think it's too fast?"

"If it's too much for you, say so"

"No it's not about me, it's about you, I don't want you to get involved in something you'll regret later"

"Like marrying you? I'd never regret that, trust me" He sat up, turned around and started picking at his pants, then knelt down on the floor and turned to me with the box in his hand and opened it.

"Holy cow, Rafe" I sat up quickly, my hands covering my opened mouth.

"Y/N Y/L/N, from the moment I met you I felt you were the one I wanted to stay with for the rest of my life. I want to be by your side every day, I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night, I want to be there for you in your worst moments, I want to be your support, I want to protect you as best I can. I love you with all my heart and I will never let anyone hurt you in any way."

I was quiet. I wanted him to finish his speech.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" I couldn't speak at all through the sobs that came from my throat, I couldn't even see him through the tears in my eyes, it was just a blurry silhouette. I wiped my eyes and tried to answer.

"Yes, a hundred thousand times yes!" I had never seen such a smile as the one that appeared on his face now, he was so happy that I wanted to cry again. He put a heart-shaped opal diamond ring on my ring finger of my left hand and gave me the sweetest and most sincere kiss I had ever received from him.

"Oh my god Y/N I'm so happy! I can't believe you really said yes" He hugged me tightly while I was admiring the ring on my hand when I noticed something.

"Is something wrong?" he asked when he noticed me examining the ring in detail. "No nothing, it's just that..." The ring said You're the light of my life. My eyes were full of tears again that wanted to stream donw my face. Rafe saw that I noticed the writing and hugged me tighter.

"I can't believe how much I love you" I sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. "I love you more" he said after we pulled apart and kissed me on the back of my hand. Then we both fell asleep together in each other's arms.

#rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe outer banks #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x you #rafe imagine #rafe obx

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A Brief History of Studentbur (according to me)

After recent events I'm renaming studentbur to Adam Will Bishop, it's not a big change but i don't wanna use Wilbur as a name for the bursonas anymore. I'll probably give the rest their own names as well at some point.

Adam's parents are heavily Christian, growing up they never let him express himself as he wanted to. He used to ask for dolls, girls clothes, etc. generally more "girly" things cause pink was his favorite color as a kid. Eventually he learned to stop asking, and to shut up and be grateful for what he was given whether he liked it or not.

Adam isn't allowed to do ANYTHING with his hair, he prefers to keep it short (which his parents want anyway) but he wishes they would let him cut it differently or dye it.

One time when he was younger (maybe 4/5) he got nipped with scissors while getting a haircut and he cried so hard he threw up. He was so scared of getting cut again that he refused to go for months, which only made his dad pissed, so he started cutting Wilbur's hair himself.

As the only child Adam receives ALL his parents attention, good and bad, he feels suffocated by them. His mom is overbearing with severely untreated anxiety and his dad is a very.. traditional man. He's the cause for most of Adam's distress with being himself.

He's gotten REALLY good at bottling up his emotions until he explodes. Usually his pent up emotions just lead to him sobbing uncontrollably for hours, while hiding away in his room after everyone's already gone to bed, just so he doesn't get punished for having feelings.

Adam went to this k-12 Christian school up until sophomore year. He was really isolated since EVERYONE knew each other they basically grew up together. So he didn't have a chance at making more friends after a while.

For the longest time he had trouble making and keeping friends, he was the obnoxious weird kid and eventually his parents and his peers broke him down. He's horrified of social interaction and the genetically inherited anxiety disorder doesn't help either.

Once he switched to public school he was noticeably less stressed. Even his parents noticed the improvement so they didn't bother pestering him about going to a different Christian school instead. If it weren't for his mom he probably would've been sent off somewhere he didn't choose, she's not a great parent but definitely the lesser of two evils.

Adam tried to befriend Tommy at first but once he saw how loud and annoying he was he kinda backed off and tried ignoring him (except Tommy wouldn't allow that because he needs to know EVERYONE)

He didn't befriend Charlie until after he started going by "Chad Bussy" and became one of the cool kids. (Ps. Charlie's the foreign exchange student and Ran moved there when they were younger) Charlie immediately liked Adam and basically claimed him as his best friend the moment Adam started trying to get to know him. He loves yapping and Adam loves listening, although a lot of the time he'll trick Adam into talking about himself and his interests.

Adam and Charlie have been best friends for two years, that's when he finally confesses after having feelings for Charlie for maybe a few months

This is so messy but yeah !!!! Here's some other miscellaneous stuff about the au that doesn't completely revolve around Adam

Adam's parents hate Tommy, he's too loud, too vulgar and is very disrespectful (in their eyes). They like Charlie but he despises them. They hate Ran just cause they're queer. They are kinda indifferent to Bill but he doesn't like them so he avoids going to Wilbur's place when he can.

Tommy has a few friend groups he's apart of but really likes sticking with Adam, he loves annoying the shit out of him. (And his brother, Techno, is 12 years older than him. So. He likes having a brother that's closer to his age)

Dr. Hilton and Mr. Marriot are two separate people who look oddly similar. Dr. Hilton was Adam's abuser at his old school but hasn't seen him since.

Mr. Marriot is just the goofy English teacher who desperately wants to be seen as the "cool teacher" by his students. He's painfully aware of Adam's discomfort towards him and has no idea why (because he never wants to talk about it)

Adam's the only person who's allowed to call Charlie, Charlie. Everyone else has to say Chad Bussy or Charles (Charles being mainly just for the teachers)

Adam, Charlie, Tommy, Bill and Ran end up being close friends!! (They end up staying friends after highschool too :3)

Once the squad (courtesy of Charlie and nobody else having a better group name) graduates they basically follow Charlie back to America. Charlie's parents are actually pretty wealthy so they stay with him for college !

This has been in my drafts for weeks 😭😭

#Spotify #bursona #bursonas #sodapoppys ramblings #he means so much to me #the religously traumatized loser ever actually #hes been my favorite since the video came out (even tho i had no idea wtf bursonas were) #tom simons vlog #studentbur #save me studentbur save me/ref

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Romantic Homicide - Anton Chigurh x Original Female Character - Chapter 3 - NSFW

We finally have smut people! It’s been an eternity since I’ve written, let alone written smut that didn’t make me want to gouge my own eyes out. I hope people like it, I put my whole bussy into this, this relationship has taken over my mind and given me brain rot.

Please enjoy and feedback/requests are always welcome and appreciated!!

Also on Ao3 with author notes and translations - here

Somehow, she slept.

She woke, still feeling the sting in her eyes, and turned over to see the empty expanse next to her. She let her fingertips ghost over the cool sheets. She got up, deciding to wrap up against the chill of the morning air. Her dressing gown was silk, like her chemise, with dramatic sleeves, but she needed the comfort of the material.

She slowly crept out of her room and down towards the back bedroom. She stood outside of the door for what felt like hours. Trying to listen for any noises coming from the other side. She quietly clicked open the door and peered around.

The bed was empty. There was no evidence anyone had ever been in the room. The boxes that had once been thrown onto the bed, now stacked neatly in the closet. He had- he had even fixed the closet rod she had been putting off. That bastard. That helpful, one armed bastard.

She wondered if that was it. To ignore the advice to rest and was already on his way again, but it was fine because he had done a small household chore before he left(!)

She suddenly felt very cold and tried to rub some warmth back into her arms. Everything felt so silent. No wind. No birds. No chatter of children riding through the neighbourhood.

Then, there was a faint clattering of plates. She released the breath she hadn’t realised she was holding and went towards the kitchen.

She saw Anton struggle to keep hold of the pan with his injured, braced arm and use a spatula with the other. He knew she was there, pausing briefly as she looked on from the doorway of the kitchen/dining room, before finishing and taking the pan off of the stovetop.

She saw that he had taken the time to set the table; one place at the head of the dining table and another to the left of it. The dull thud of plates hit the counter as he walked around and placed one plate of eggs at his seat and then came back and placed the other next to him. He then sat and looked over at her.

She seemed rooted to the spot, but she didn’t have the energy to slip on a mask of haughtiness or derision. She was just sad. True to form, Anton said nor did anything to help or hinder the situation, he just watched her. She knew he wouldn’t eat until she had started, it was just one of his many idiosyncrasies.

She slowly started to move towards the table, like any sudden movement would mean he would disappear, like a ghost. She came to her seat and stared down at her scrambled eggs. There were peppers and tomatoes mixed in. She didn’t have tomatoes in her fridge. She wondered if he was going out of his way in his husbandly duties to impress her.

Or maybe he just really wanted tomatoes with his eggs.

Without meeting his burning gaze, being so close to him, she took her plate and fork and moved to the opposite head of the table and finally sat down. She kept her eyes on her eggs as she took her first bite. They were good. She hated that. For a microsecond she allowed herself to think what it might be like to have all her meals cooked for her, whether they might be as good as these eggs. She took another bite and kept her eyes on the pattern of her plate. She didn’t hear any scraping of cutlery on the other end of the table. When she finally looked up she saw Anton hadn’t moved a muscle and was, still, watching her.

“These eggs are good,” she said stiltedly.

“Is that what you want to talk about, the eggs being good?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“What do you want to say?”

“Fuck you, Anton!” She finally whispered with choked fury. She dropped her fork, it clattered to the ground as she stared out of the window. She gave a wet gasp and dug her nails into her palm to stop herself from crying. Anton quietly placed his fork next to his plate and rose from his chair slowly. He started to stalk towards her at an almost glacial rate.

“Why are you angry?”

She shook her head fervently as she continued looking out of the window. The morning light illuminating her glistening eyes.

“Why are you angry?” He asked again, deeper.

“Fuck you…” she said a lot less vehemently.

He was finally at her chair, towering over her. His finger caught a tear as it ran down her cheek. He regarded it with a small hum before putting his finger in his mouth.

“Unclench your fists.”

She did so. He leaned down and turned her hand over palm up. There were deep crescents marks from her nails, but they were not bleeding. He lifted her hand up to his mouth and he pressed featherlight kisses to each crescent shape.

She allowed him to do so, wanting to lean into it, but she soon snatched her hand away and remained resolute in staring out of the window.

“I know why you’re angry.” He said quietly into her ear.

“Then why did you ask?”

“Because communication is important in a marriage,”

She gave a small scoff.

“I suppose you read that in some trashy magazine in a dentist’s office?”

“No.”

She sighed heavily, her whole body heaving. “This is not a marriage, Anton,” she said finally. “We’re just two people who wear a wedding band.”

“That’s not true,” Anton murmured.

She finally looked up at him. “This is the first time I’ve seen you in almost 4 months. You’ve been shot. You could have died and I wouldn’t have even known. I am stuck here, all the time, but you never call. The only reason I knew you were in Texas is because I had to grill one of my contacts at the agency until they told me.”

She broke off from his gaze and bit her lip.

“We both know I’m no longer the woman you married. I think we both thought after what happened that I would bounce back, but I never did. I can’t fit into your world anymore, Anton. I don’t belong in it anymore.”

There was a poignant silence. It was now Anton’s turn to look out of the window, seemingly in deep contemplation. It wasn’t long before he came to some kind of decision and, with surprising strength, used his right arm to pull her chair out and face him. She gave a sharp gasp, but quickly started to protest as she watched Anton kneel in front of her.

“Look at me and listen,” he huffed. Kneeling with a gunshot wound to the thigh was harder than he had anticipated. But this was important. She snapped her mouth shut and listened carefully.

“Getting hurt changed me, too. Change my perspective, I’ve moved on, in a way. Some things have fallen into place that were not there before. I thought they were, but they weren’t. The best way I can put it is that I’ve sort of caught up with myself. That’s not a bad thing. It was overdue.”

“It started before that. I didn’t realise it at the time. When I went down on the border, I stopped in a café in this town, and there were some men in there drinking beer, and one of them kept looking back at me. I didn’t pay any attention to him. I ordered my dinner and ate. When I walked up to the counter to pay the check I had to go past them and they were all grinning and he said something that was hard to ignore. Do you know what I did?”

She exhaled through her nose and gave a small nod.

“I ignored him. I paid my bill and I had started to push through the door when he said the same thing again. I turned and looked at him. I was just standing there, picking my teeth with a toothpick and I gave him a little gesture with my head. For him to come outside, if he would like to. And then I went out and I waited in the parking lot and he and his friends came out and I killed him in the parking lot and then I got into my car. They were all gathered around him. They didn’t know what happened. They didn’t know he was dead. One of them said that I had put a sleeper hold on him and then the others all said that. They were trying to get him to sit up. They were slapping him and trying to get him to sit up. An hour later I was pulled over by the sheriff’s deputy outside of Sonora Texas, and I let him take me into town in handcuffs. I’m not sure why I did this, but I think I wanted to see if I could extricate myself by an act of will. Because I believe that one can. That such a thing as possible. But it was a foolish thing to do. A vain thing to do. Do you understand?”

She sniffed and nodded.

“You think you don’t belong to the world you once knew - my world now - you called it. You see it as an error or failing on your part. It was fate that brought you here, the same way fate has also brought me here. Home. To you.”

“Fate destined for me to be a lonely housewife?” She finally asked after processing what his story meant.

“No. Because you are unhappy here.”

“I’ve settled well here.”

“That’s not what I said.”

He was right. Damn him.

“What would I do?”

“What you’ve always done.”

“What if I can’t?”

“You can. You are stronger than you think, or I would not have chosen you.”

“And you?”

“I will remain here until I am mended and then I will take you with me.”

“Take me where?”

“I have found somewhere new. Somewhere better, where there won’t be any more problems. Somewhere where the people do not exaggerate their own capabilities or pretend to themselves they are in control of events where perhaps they are not - Not everyone is suited to our line of work,” he added as an afterthought.

“Why did you stay away, for so long?” She asked quietly. She wasn’t sure why she asked. She wasn't sure she wanted the answer.

“I don’t know. I regret it.” It was not really an answer most people would find good enough. But from his lips, it sounded so honest. She remembered what it was like, jobs always ran longer than anticipated and had a tendency to snowball… “But absence makes the heat grow fonder, no?” He said with a faint smile.

She laughed despite herself. She lay her hand over his that was resting on her knee, softly stroking over his calluses.

“You should get up. It’s not doing any of your injuries any good.” She rose from her chair, but he refused to budge, making his nose less than an inch from her bellybutton.

He gave a very low sound in his throat and seemed very interested in the tie on her dressing gown. His hand that was resting on her knee, now slid further and further up her leg until he felt the edges of her chemise under her dressing gown.

“Anton…” she warned.

“Quiet. I’m busy.”

His fingers skimmed along the silk fabric before delving underneath, to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stifled a gasp as his fingers traced the outer lips of the very essence of her.

He gave a sound of approval and withdrew his fingers moving up to untie the sash holding her dressing gown together. He parted the fabric and hiked her chemise up until her lower half was completely exposed to him.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you,” he murmured.

“I don’t know what you-“ she found she couldn’t finish her sentence because he had moved his head forward until his nose was rubbing up against her slit, just brushing her clitoris.

She swore and her hand reached out to grab the back of his head. She had forgotten how soft his hair was. Anton, as a rule, never let people touch him, but he had practically melted the first time she stroked through his dark locks. Now she fed her fingers through his layers until she felt his tongue lay flat then flick against her bundle of nerves, then her fingers suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his head back.

It was the most relaxed she had seen him in a very long time. His eyes were half closed and she felt his hand softly stroking the small of her back.

“I would suggest you get up, or I will fuck you on this hardwood floor,”

“By all means,” was his simple reply.

She finally bent down and kissed him pulling his hair back further making him gasp slightly, she slipped her tongue past his lips and drank him in. Her hand loosened it’s grip on his hair and slid down to his jaw, feeling the pleasant scratch of his stubble. As she pulled away she brought his lip with her, between her teeth, causing him to make a surprised grunt. She pressed her forehead against his and whispered against his lips something about getting on with it.

He did make an attempt to get off of the floor, but with his injured leg and being one arm down he had a hard time standing. At one point he thought he had it, but his socks betrayed him, sliding against the polished floor and sent him unceremoniously plummeting to the ground. His grip tightened on her waist and she fell with him, sprawled on top of him, but missing his left side.

He gave a small groan, but was drowned out by her musical laugh against his neck. She leaned up and nudged her nose against his own.

“Perhaps, we shouldn’t be doing this,” she practically giggled. She attempted to stand herself, but was held securely in place with Anton’s hands clamped around her hips.

“I thought you’d make good on your promise,” he punctuated what he said by thrusting his hips up and pushing her hips down simultaneously.

“But your leg-“

“Right now, I couldn’t care less about my leg,” he was already pushing the dressing gown off of her shoulders and impatiently pushing her chemise up past her chest. She lightly slapped his hands away and rolled her eyes, allowing the dressing gown to pool around them and finally pulling her chemise over her head and tossing it somewhere behind her.

For a moment he remind immobile, his eyes systematically scanning over her naked body, before suddenly coming alive, striking like a cobra, into sitting up, to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a wanton moan and clutched him closer still to her and he suckled like it was his first drop of water after being lost in an endless desert. Perhaps it was.

He lost himself in the sensations, the sounds, the taste, the smell, the feel - everything that encompassed her. He almost felt drunk off of it. He felt her kiss the top of his head and heard her coo and whisper words of encouragement, it was almost too much. In that moment he couldn’t imagine himself doing anything other than this, being here, worshiping her skin. He swallowed these feelings, lest he be overwhelmed and with a satisfying pop, proceeded to lavish his attention on her other breast.

“Anton, ven aqui…” she said in a hitched breath. He released her other breast and scraped his teeth along her skin up to her neck, leaving marks and sucking hard enough to leave bruises.

Her fingers found their way into his shirt and pulled desperately.

“Take this off…” she had already frantically unbuttoned half of his shirt but calmed down enough to make sure the shirt wouldn’t catch on his arm brace. When the shirt was removed she quickly threw it out of sight.

She lightly raked her nails across his torso, then nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing deeply. Anton couldn’t help but hold her tightly and tuck her hair behind her ear.

The feel of feminine skin against masculine skin ignited a deep desire within them both and it became clear that the need for release outweighed the need to relearn every inch of each other. There was plenty of time for that later. She pulled away after licking a stripe from his neck to his ear, teeth briefly tugging at his ear lobe.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she purred. She rotated her hips in a figure of eight and Anton bit back a moan. He squeezed her hip with his good hand then moved it to rub small circles on her clitoris. She keened and shifted so she could reach the button and fly of his jeans.

She looked down, her haziness and Anton’s continued attacks with his mouth and hand, made it difficult to concentrate, but she soon reached into his underwear and felt the hard warmth she was so desperate for.

She wrapped her hand around his thick, veiny shaft and pumped him a few times. He had difficulty sitting still and cursed his beloved fates that he couldn’t flip her onto her back and drive himself into her, fucking her so hard he forgot his own name. She must have sensed his impatience because she grabbed his chin and forced him to meet her eye.

“Quieres follarme?” This woman was going to kill him. He had half a mind to let her. He didn’t need to respond with words. He grasped himself, lightly smacked himself against her glistening coño before flicking his eyes back to her, a silent permission. Her hands fell to his shoulders as she sunk herself down onto him.

It was almost euphoric. The feeling of being as close as was possible to another person, to feel their heart hammering against their chests, the noises they both made…

Anton let out a string of curses, while her hands and nails now dug into his shoulder blades and her back arched and head hung back. He gripped a fistful of her hair at the base of her skull, partly so she wouldn’t fall backwards, but also as an anchor for him to know that this was real, she was here, he was home.

Then her hips moved. She slowly raised herself and sunk back down, going slightly deeper each time, her breasts were brushing up against his face, but his attention was being pulled in so many directions that he could do little more than bury himself in her cleavage and let the sensations wash over him. At one point he bottomed out within her and that caused both of them to let out a guttural groan. Anton snapped his head up and pulled her hair, releasing a delicious squeal from her.

He could no longer remain passive. He wanted to feel all of her. Touch all of her, without hinderance. He quickly ripped off the Velcro from his arm brace and tossed it aside. She started to protest but he took both of his hands, cradling her face and kissed her deeply. It was bruising. It was desperate. He then took one arm and wrapped it around her back before pulling them both down so she was once again laying on top of him.

Still connected to that most intimate of places his feet found purchase on the floor and he used that to propel himself deeper into her. He heard her stuttered gasp next to his ear, but soon the sound of hips snapping against skin overrode everything else, both just chasing their own release, gasping and panting until their breaths mingled together. He held her close to his chest, afraid if he let go, he would lose her.

It was an unrelenting pace, at first she met each one of his thrusts, but after a time it became too much and she allowed herself to be swept away by the waves, drowning in her own pleasure, happily. She whimpered in his ear as he continued his punishing rhythm; a mixture of curses, of filthy dirty talk, both in English and Spanish, and sometimes simply his name - repeating over and over like a mantra or prayer.

He cried out her name as he spilled himself inside her, letting out an unabashed moan as he felt her constrict around him, falling off the edge with him. He continued to pump weakly into her, well after they had both come down. She braced her arms shakily on either side of his head and drank him in before dipping down to savour the taste of his lips. She made a move to lift herself off of him but he held fast and murmured about a few more minutes. She smiled with a small shake of her head and settled back down against his chest.

His hand traced non specific patterns on her back as their breathing returned to normal. He marvelled at how smooth and soft her skin was. Her hand sifted through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest before trailing down his left arm.

“We should get your brace back on,”

“Fuck, the brace,” he said a little hoarse.

She exhaled through her nose then sat up, causing him to slip out of her. He groaned quietly at the loss of contact and she gave a small shiver. She saw his brace laying just past his head and she leaned over to pick it up. Anton seized the opportunity to grope and lean up to kiss her breasts, greedily taking as much as he could.

“Keep that up and we’ll be going for round two,” she warned.

“You’ll hear no complaints from me,”

In her mind she did briefly consider it, but she was tired and aching, so she knew Anton must be worse. She leaned down to kiss his forehead, nose then lips before standing up completely, picking up her dressing gown and loosely tying it around herself.

Anton tucked himself back into his jeans and slowly got off of the floor. He allowed her to fit the brace back on his arm, before he watched her go to the kitchen and pull a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer.

She walked past him on the way out of the kitchen/dining room and motioned her head, for him to follow. He limped silently behind her, fucking her senseless on the floor had maybe not been the wisest choice, but damn, if it wasn’t worth it.

When she came to their bedroom she pulled back the sheets and waited for him to sit down. It was a welcome return to be back in their marital bed, he always slept better when she was next to him, and vice versa. When he sat down on his preferred side of the bed, she immediately knelt in front of him. For a moment he allowed himself to get excited, but her look of exhaustion mixed with slight amusement made it clear this would not be one of those times, just yet. She helped him shuck off his heavy jeans so that he could lay in bed comfortably. Then brought the bag of peas against his arm.

She came around to her side of the bed and climbed in bringing the sheets up over both of them. She curled up against his right side, draping her legs over his. He kissed her forehead and started absently stroking her legs. She held the ice pack in place and they remained like that until sleep started to creep up on them both.

“You won’t leave, will you?” Her voice barely a whisper. She thought he was already asleep, when she heard a very low, but tender;

“Nunca más, mi vida.”

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