#when a smile reaches a fella's eyes and the world smiles with him

[flyboytracy]

#Thunderbirds Are Go #Scott Tracy #Buried Treasure #:) #when a smile reaches a fella's eyes and the world smiles with him

[getitoutofmymindwrites]

Petrichor. | joel miller x f!reader, 4.1k

Summary: You underestimate yourself but Joel doesn't like what's his to be degrated. Unless, he's the one doing it. He makes sure you know your place.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, allusion to suicidal thoughts BUT it's a misunderstanding, low self esteem!reader, established relationship, unspecified age gap (make it you own😏), dom!Joel, sub!reader, dd/lg vibes, pet names(darlin', baby, sweetheart, little girl, good girl), degradation kink, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, oral m!receiving, masturbation f!receiving, dacryphilia, pussy slapping (quite a few), cum eating, aftercare, as always let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: First of all, thank you for your love on my little drabble Take me, I didn't expect it at all and I'm so glad you liked it, it really means the world! 🙈 Now, for this fella here, I swear to god it was supposed to be a drabble, I even named its draft as such, because I'm so decisive and steady.😂 I don’t know what happened, it started as a pwp but of course I had to go and pepper it with some feelings.🙄 And then @iamasaddie had a smut fic prompt including “Baby, you know, Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.” line and it fitted so damn well, like Joel's cock fits in reader's pussy, so there's that. 🥵🥵

P.S.: I hate summaries, I hate them, I wish someone else would write them for me. Ok, I love you all, let me know what you think!

Song on repeat: The kooks - Sway

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Maybe this is your favorite sound in the world, you think as you hear the rain drops hit the -floor to ceiling- windows of your loft.

Your mind wanders to your childhood memories searching for confirmation. And you think that, yes, this is it. So, it makes perfect sense that your favorite scent is that of the soaked soil after raining. Petrichor. You smile softly to yourself.

He seems to notice that. But then, he always does.

He’s on his side facing you, all 5’11” of his magnificent naked body laying on your bed, his head resting on the pillow. One hand under your neck, as you lay flat on your back, the other reaching for your jawline, turning you to face him instead of the window.

You turn to him, gladly, because this, this is your favorite sight in the world. Him. The soft glow from the lights outside is the only source of illumination and he couldn’t be more beautiful than right now. He makes your heart ache instantly. His calm and safe presence in your life is such a juxtaposition to the shadows of your past, it brings a lump in your throat. You swallow it down.

“Why the smile, baby?” he speaks carefully, like he feels the antithesis of the emotions inside you right now. And there it is, at last. This is the answer you’re looking for. This, this is your favorite sound in the world. His voice.

Your palm lands on the hand petting your cheek. “No reason,” you smile to him, “just feeling content.”

“Are you, though?” he insists after a minute, “feeling content?”

“I-, yeah, of course I do, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“I hope you do. You know what you mean to me, what your presence in my life means to me, right?” your voice is lightly wavering, the lump in your throat lurking still. “And- and I’m so happy with my job and my new place and everyth-”

“Why did you choose this place?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that. From all the places we’ve seen, why this? I saw in your eyes it did something to you.” And if you ever entertained the idea that maybe some things get past him, you do not anymore. You can’t hide from him. And you find that, oddly, liberating.

“Because it’s everything I'm not; I wanted to challenge myself.”

He’s curious now. After all these bits and pieces over these past few months you’re giving him something more. He knows there’s more. “How so?”

“It’s just-”, you roll your eyes in frustration, trying to compare a space to a person, “so open, so bare, no hiding spaces, you know, open floor and everything, I remember when I first walked in it made me feel uneasy, insecure, intimidated. So I rented it.”, you shrug like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Why would you feel all that?”

He raises his head supporting it on his palm as he studies your profile from his side, seeing your struggle, the waterline of your eyes glassing over, the vein on your forehead bulging. There’s so much you want to tell him, confide in him, confess to him, but you don’t know where to begin. How to sum all this shit up.

“I just- I have lived my life without actually living. I just- existed. I compromised, backed down, let myself be led by people who were supposed to be my family and now-” your lips are trembling and you bite your bottom lip to stop it, your throat is closing, you feel this ache, this burning sensation inside of it, like acid through your veins, making you unable to breathe, let alone speak. Your face turns pinkish, the tears threatening to spill now, the sob ready to explode deep from your chest.

“-I just hate myself-” you mouth through an inaudible cry, still deprived of air in your lungs that they feel like they’re gonna collapse.

His legs straddle yours in a moment of panic, his eyes wide, his pupils blown, his body stiff, ready to engage in some kind of fight. He’s leaning above you, his long torso shadows over you, his huge hand cupping the back of your neck and pulls you in a sitting position underneath him. Your hands grab his forearms in confusion. It -he- makes you feel so tiny, which you are compare to him, but even more so, now that his knees are pressing down on the sides of your hips, holding his weight above your lap so he won’t completely crush you, making your body sink deeper into the mattress and suddenly you’re so small, so insignificant, so unnoticed to the rest of the room, of the apartment, of the world. Except from him. His eyes, raging fires, burning yours as they search for meaning, answers, reassurance. His fist is closing and tugging harshly at the hairs on the back of your neck, demanding all of your attention. The tears run freely down your cheeks now on their own volition, years of restrain and pain unleashed in a blink of an eye.

“Tell me I don’t need to fuckin’ worry about you.” he demands in a harsh tone, his expression painted with anger, desperation, agony.

You open your mouth to respond, but you are at loss for words, your thoughts hazy and confused.

“Tell me!” his voice high and urgent, now mirroring his expression, almost breaking.

And you get it now, you really do. The smell of fear, the fear of loss, the loss of existence.

Your eyes widen, your lips trembling again, “No, no!”, you shake your head violently, his grip on your scalp tightening more, in warning. His expression is torn, like the two faces of Janus, his jaw clenched in disbelief, but his eyes pained, begging, pleading for trust.

Your hands fly around his middle, squeezing him, your fingernails nearly tearing his flesh, “I swear Joel, no, that was not what I meant!” you’re desperate now, how could he think that, doesn’t he know what he means to you?

He doesn’t budge, he doesn’t move a muscle, his eyes keep scanning, keep searching. You try to rest your forehead to his stomach now, how massive he is above you and he allows it. His fist unclench from your hair, cupping your neck again tenderly, his mouth kissing the top of your head. Your arms hug him tighter now, pressing your face to his sweaty skin, inhaling his scent, grounding you, your fingers caressing his broad back up and down. “I swear, I swear.” you keep muttering on his skin, your nose deeply pressed against his firm chest now, barely breathing.

He moves both his hands to the sides of your neck, simply holding you and tilting your head up to look at him. He bends forward to touch your lips with his in a soft kiss, just flesh touching flesh. His forehead resting on yours, he sighs deeply, letting all the weight of the world go through his nostrils. “Don’t you ever-”

“I’m sorry Joel, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, I promise.” you apologize, pressing your chin to his skin, looking up at him. But his eyes are still searching, not letting this one go.

“I’m just pissed it took me so long to wake up. I’m scared I fucked my life up. I’m scared I missed my chance. I’m scared-” you shake your head slowly in disappointment as you try to explain and Joel keeps his eyes on you, waiting. He nods, he’s listening, he’s here. He’s got you. “I’m scared I’m so broken; there’s nothing left of me to be loved.” you hide your face back to his chest again.

He holds you tight, whispering at the crown of your head, “There’s so much left my darlin’, so much left. And I’m here to pick each and every piece of you up and mend it back together.” And you know he is. You just don’t know if you’re worth the trouble.

Suddently your senses are so overloaded, you just need something to ground you. Hard. His natural musk mixed with sweat and sex from earlier that night hits your nostrils, his soft now cock practically under your nose, on your lap. And there is another answer for you. This, this is your favorite scent in the world. His scent.

You inhale deeply, your forehead pressing on his skin, feeling the sparse hair of his chest and the steady beating of his heart. “I need you Joel.”

He tugs your hair gently to raise your head and looks at you. Really looks at you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”, he moves his hands cupping your cheeks softly.

“I need you to punish me.” you plead with your eyes closed, embarrassment creeping in.

His breath is hitching in his throat, his eyes darken immediately, “Yeah?”

“Yeah..”

“Use your manners then and ask for it, properly.”

“Please sir, I need you to take control, put me in my place.” you feel your skin shiver, your core warming up again.

He just stares at you, making your heart flutter.

You can feel him hardening, his heavy cock brushing against your stomach. You go to palm him, stroke him to his full potential but he grabs your hand and swats it away.

“You're asking for two different things sweetheart and that tells me you're in a delicate headspace. So, I am taking control from you and I am not going to punish you.” he settles.

“But I wa-”

He raises his brows “Are you sure you want to finish that sentence, little girl?” and that effectively shuts you up and turns you on. He doesn’t speak again, he doesn’t say anything else, he just puts his hand on your throat, resting it there for a second, observing you and then he’s guiding you down on your back.

He straddles you higher, on your chest, now hard in all his glory. He’s a sight to behold. Naturally imposing, no pretenses, it’s just who he is. From his gaze to the sound of his voice and from the broadness of his shoulders to the thickness of his thighs, he’s all man.

You must look awestruck because he smirks softly. You open your mouth to -actually you don’t know what you want to ask, he just caught you off guard, but he beats you to it, explaining the situation clearly.

“When you disrespect yourself, you disrespect me and I will not have that. I will not, under any circumstances tolerate that kind of behavior. Do you understand that?”

You just lay there, mouth agape, eyes confused.

He slaps your cheek not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to sting a bit, to snap you out of your trance.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. So..” he brushes his thumb over your lips, pushing it in slowly, pressing down your tongue, “I’m gonna fuck some manners into that mouth, baby.” Oh, shit. “From now on, when you’re chocking on your tears, it’s gonna be because of me ramming my cock down your throat like it deserves.”

Your breath hitches at his vulgarity, your pupils are blown wide and your slick is running down your ass cheeks now. You suck around his thumb, your thighs pressing together in need of some friction.

“You like that, you little whore?”, he removes his thumb allowing you to respond.

You don't know where you find the nerve but, “I thought you said no disrespect.” you blurt out, you can’t help it, you want to rile him up.

“Oh, she speaks now!”, he raises his eyebrows in amusement. Or in a challenge, you’re not totally sure if you want to find out.

He breaths a laugh, shaking his head in a mockingly condencending way, “I don’t think you understand your place here little girl, so let me break it to you.”

His eyes are glazed over, some sort of wickedness mirroring in them. “Only I get to call you names. No one else. No one. Do you know why that is?” He leans in and looks above your head, a sign that he’s expecting an answer.

“Nnn- no.”

“Manners.”, he shakes your head, your jaw grabbed between his fingers.

“No, sir.”

He’s nodding his head slowly. “That’s because only daddy knows what you need.” You know there's more coming, so you stay silent.

“So, when I say you’re a whore, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when I say you’re my good girl, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when I say you’re gonna take whatever the fuck I give you, what do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Damn right.”, his cock twitches in front of you.

“Please, daddy.” You start whining and squirming underneath him, all needy and wet.

Yes, this is right. He is right. This is how you need it. This is how it should be. If your throat’s gonna hurt and burn and swell it’s gonna be from the invasion of Joel’s cock and not from the insecurities caused from your past.

“Please..” you keep whining.

“Manners, ‘mnot gonna ask again.”, he demands sternly. “And quit your whining, it won't get you anywhere good; got it?”

“Please, sir, let me touch you, pretty please.” you try with a steadier voice.

“Now, now, that’s a good girl right there, hm?” that seems to satisfy him. “Ok, baby, go on.”

Your trembling hands roam slowly all over his chest, then his stomach and the swell of his belly, moving all the way down to his thighs and finally up to the v of where they meet with his pelvis, massaging, caressing and squeezing him softly, circling your fingers around the base of his thick cock.

You're threading them through his pubic hair, your thumbs caressing lightly under him, on his scrotum. He inhales sharply, shivers raising the hairs on his forearms. You press his waist down on you more, resting his weight on you, his warm balls touching your sternum, his hands flat on his thighs.

Joel's eyes are trained on your face, studying you, recognizing the same want, the same desire and thirst that he feels, as you worship him. You raise your head trapping his cockhead under your chin, giving hot, open mouthed kisses to his base and his veiny shaft like you would make out with his mouth. You let him slide to the side of your face, his precum painting your cheek as you bring his cock above you, kissing and licking his underside, lightly sucking his protruding vein.

His eyes darken, enough of your teasin’. He fists his cock, stroking it slowly once, twice, his thumb pressing it down to guide it into your salivating mouth. He swipes his tip across your lips, smearing his precum all over them.

“What do you do if you want me to stop?”, he checks with you.

“Joel..” you drag the vowels of his name on your tongue.

“Show. Me.”, he demands, so you move your hand to his thigh and you tap three times.

“Good. Now, open.”

You just want to consume him, suck his soul out of his perfect slit. So, you obey, sticking your tongue out. He taps his wide head on your wet muscle one, two, three times and then he invades you, moving his hips forward.

There’s something so undeniably erotic about the movement of his pelvis, like a statement, I choose to give and you accept to take, a balancing of the dynamic between you; you could watch him thrust into you forever.

You take him in as far as you can manage without chocking. The feel of every vein and ridge filling your mouth, dragging on your tongue, is driving you crazy.

You hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, while your tongue swirls over his delicious pink head, so soft and velvet, your cunt clenches at the memory of it stretching your tight cunt.

You exhale loudly through your nose, and you’re in a frenzy now, you can’t keep a pace or build him slowly up as you’d normally do. You need him now, all of him, as fast and hard as you can, or you’re gonna die, you think. Your eyes roll back and you’re moaning so loud, Joel feels the vibrations from tip to base.

“F-fuck”, he’s taken aback from your fervor, his jaw slack and his brows pinched together from the intensity of your pace.

“Mnot gonnghhhh-”, he groans deeply, every thought of dominance long gone when you’re giving him head like this. Normally, he’d punish you for attempting to take more than he offers, but your neediness is overwhelming. His breathing is faster, louder, in an effort to level himself. His hands fly to your head, like he would hold to your hips if he was fucking you from behind. He’s taking control now for both of your sake.

His fists tighten on your head, keeping you steady and compliant, his little rug-doll, like you’d go anywhere anyway. He’s all the way in now, your nose brushing his pubic hair, his scent driving you wild. He’s fucking himself into your tight throat harder and harder, the noises from your choking on his massive length and the drooling around your mouth might embarrassed you in another life, but not in this one, not now, not with him.

You take everything because he’s everything. Nothing else exists beyond him. He blinks; you see, he moves; you shift, he laughs; you bloom, he breathes; you live.

You don’t even think of your pleasure until he palms your cunt with one hand and your juices cover his fingers. He slows his pace, thrusting into your mouth almost sensually.

“Sucking daddy’s cock made you this wet, sweetheart?”

He starts to rub your swollen clit up and down, knowing how much more intense the sensation is for you this way. You’re already so close, you can feel your lower belly tense with a familiar warmth. You moan around his cock while you begin to grind your hips against his deftly fingers. You should know better.

He slaps your pussy, the wet sound of his palm on your soaked folds making you feral. “Mmmmm” you groan, arching your back unsuccessfully under that mountain of a man above you, rolling your eyes back, your hips never stoping their movement. You're so far gone, it should be embarrassing.

He slaps you again, harder this time and then a third time in quick succession. The impact with your clit sends waves of arousal all over your body, your cunt gushing your slick all over the sheets now.

Your body tenses, your hands squeeze his ass so hard, little moon-shaped indentations mark his skin and your legs are trembling. Tears start running from your eyes to your temples from the intensity of the act.

“You’re a wild little thing, aren't you?”, still slow-fucking your face, his middle and ring finger tapping quickly on your swollen bundle of nerves. “Playing coy and innocent until my cock’s in your mouth, only to come on my palm, hm?” And then he slaps your mound again.

“Mmmmm” you moan desperately, your face contorted in pleasure, tears pooling in your ears, your whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You feel him twitching in your mouth while you swallow around him. He’s hard and hot inside you and that makes you drool even more as you suck him off with everything you got. Your neck hurts, your jaw hurts, your lips are stretched to their limit, but you’re not stopping for a second.

You start to whimper and his hand leaves your hair to thumb your tears, bringing it to his mouth. You watch him trapping his digit between his plush lips and sucking on it, tasting your saltiness and everything feels so intimate, sobs start shaking your chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.

You try to push him away to breathe but Joel keeps fucking your mouth. “You know what to do if you want me to stop.”

You keep struggling to breathe but you are not going to tap his thigh.

Joel doesn’t stop, either. “You either tap, or you fuckin’ take it.”, he warns, but you shake your head in denial. “Then I guess you can take it, little girl.”, he concludes while he watches you still struggling and sobbing.

“Baby, you know, Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.” he says softly and you squeeze your eyes shut in an effort to calm yourself, more tears spilling out, nodding at the best of your ability.

“That’s how you gonna come for me”. You didn’t expect that.

You’re not sure you can do it and your body stiffens. It hurts good, what he's doing, leaving you panting and wanting, but you fear it's not enough to make you come. He can read that on you and he feels your hesitation.

He moves his thumb to your cheekbone, caressing it gently. Then he moves it lower, to the corner of your outstretched mouth, feeling himself sliding in and out of you. “Fuck, baby, you take me so good. You’re doin’ so good for me,” he’s panting and you know he’s holding himself back, “your mouth was made for daddy’s cock. Just let go baby, don't fight it, ok? I got you, you’re gonna be ok.”

He starts fucking your mouth roughly now, his heavy balls slapping on your wet chin, the sounds echoing in the room nearly pornographic. His hand resumes rubbing your clit in tight circles now, building you up, then tapping it a few times to bring you close and then slapping it once to bring you back from the edge, before he starts all over again.

Circling. Tapping. Slapping.

Circling. Tapping. Slapping.

Circling. Tapping. Slapping.

The bastard is fucking edging you.

He did exactly what you asked of him. He took control, left no room for thoughts, for decisions, for questioning. You just lay there and you take it.

“Daddy needs you to come, right fuckin’ now darlin’; be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” he commands and you obey, because there is no other way.

Your orgasm is explosive, your cunt spasming violently, your eyes rolling into your head, Joel’s pulling back his cock from your open mouth to let you breathe properly but you’re holding your breath in. “Theeere she is, there she fuckin' is..”he smirks in satisfaction, his fingers keep circling your overstimulated clit to prolong your high while he jerks himself fast above your lips.

You exhale loudly when you remember you need to breathe, the air is coming out of your lungs forcefully, hitting Joel’s tip and he comes instantly, thick ropes of milky cum painting your cheeks, nose and lips, running down to your jaw and neck. There’s so much of it, its warmth on your sweaty skin making your pussy keep clenching.

All because of that gorgeous man above you. Because it’s a part of him and he’s gifting it to you.

Joel brings his hand from between your legs to the side of your head, steadying himself, leaning above you, his head resting low between his shoulders, his breathing erratic and loud. His eyes are closed shut, his face wrecked, his muscles still convulsing from his intense orgasm.

Please, open them, let me look at you and he does open them, making you realize you said it out loud. His gaze is one of adoration and something else you don’t dare acknowledge. The edges of his mouth are curled up in a soft smirk.

His fingers caress your face, gathering his seed from your skin and feeding it to your starved mouth. You suck around his thick fingers, your tongue swiping everything clean. He places a soft kiss on your lips tasting himself on you, before he stands to fetch a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up.

You close your eyes and just lay there, still, utterly content and satisfied, lighter than ever. In peace. You feel the mattress dip under his weight again and him gently cleaning your face and neck, then between your legs, discarding the cloth on the hardwood floor when he’s done and laying on top of you, peppering soft kisses all over your face.

“Good?” he whispers against your lips.

“Yes, thank you daddy”. You bring your hands on the sides of his head, kissing the space between his earlobe and jaw, then his jawline, his bottom lip, the edge of his mouth, the apple of his cheek as he smiles, the tip of his nose.

It’s how you know to say thank you, I care about you, too; I love you.

For now.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fandom #fanfic #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller tlou #tlou joel miller #joel the last of us #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #the last of us hbo #joel miller dom

[monimccoythings]

Cuteness Overload

Just saw the movie. What a masterpiece. And (spoiler warning) I'm glad they did Charles Martinet justice even though I still think it should have been him voicing Mario. And of course, I'm in love with Jack Black's portrayal of bowser, excellent representation of a good creepy and psychotic villain that stole the entire movie. I loved it so much I'm writing a Y/N fic (My favorite little hoe, but this time is more on the platonic side). This contains a huge spoiler for the movie, specifically the ending. I'd recommend to watch the movie first.

Next Parts: 2, 3, 4, 5

So, a couple of weeks ago your entire neighborhood got destroyed because of some epic anime battle that just casually happened over there. How cool is that? Or how horrible, because thanks to that you just have to take the biggest detour ever known to man to get to work. But hey, at least you had a nice walk.

You getting into the mushroom kingdom was entirely by accident. Yes, you were curious about that new world but never had the time or will to go on a transdimensional travel. Thank goodness there was an open sewer hole laying there (which you completely missed) to help you take the initiative.

If you didn't took into account that nightmarish journey through the tunnels, the Mushroom Kingdom was a pretty interesting place to be. The toads were very friendly and kind fellas, some of them carefully checking you out for injuries and advising you to go see the princess in order to help you get safely home.

Okay, forget about the journey through that cosmic rabbit hole, going up to the castle was way worse. You didn't remember having exercised that much, not even in P.E. You swore your vision was blurry after all that.

Princess Peach was the most loving, kindhearted badass you had the pleasure to meet. That kind angel sent down from heaven upon seeing your miserable state, generously offer you to step in for tea and pastries, while the royal doctor (another toad but this cutie came with a stetoscope and a labcoat) made sure you didn't had seriously injured yourself with the fall.

As dignified and courteous she tried to act. It was obvious she was very excited to meet another person from Brooklyn. Soon you found yourselves engaged in conversation. It felt easy talking to her, like you were talking to an old friend. You suddenly felt very glad you didn't see that sewer hole.

Mario and Luigi stopped by as well, and the second they opened their mouths you recognised them as those two dudes from that dope ass commercial. So they were the ones that were in the middle of the battle in Brooklyn. Good for them, you were glad things turned out great.

You were having the time of your life, they were really chill and easy going people, which put you more at ease. As time passed, you heard the faint sound of a piano being played. When you asked your new friends about it, they just shrugged and Princess Peach gave you a half smile saying that it was her "pet turtle".

Whoah. This was truly a magical place. Her pet turtle played the piano?? And very well by the sound of it. Peach asked you if you wanted to see it. Of course you wanted to see it! Mario and Luigi gave each other uncertain looks, but in the end they just shrugged it off.

After a long walk through the hallways you finally reached a room. The toad guards immediately stepped away when they saw their ruler approach, but gave you a look full of suspicion. Peach softly reassured them.

She opened the door for you and let you in. The room wasn't any different from the castle except that it was completely devoid of any furniture but a single golden cage with THE TINIEST TURTLE PLAYING THE TINIEST PIANO YOU HAD EVER SEEN.

Said turtle was now looking perplexed and midly annoyed that it had been interrupted, but its eyes lighted up when they landed on Peach, who suddenly looked very done and tired. But how could you notice when its mere sight alone was too much for you to bear.

It was SO CUTE. SO DARN CUTE. Cuteness overload. You had died and were sent to adorable heaven where tiny turtles played teeny tiny pianos. You made sure to tell it that several times, making Mario burst out laughing. And it got even better from that moment, because out of that turtle mouth came the most colorful collection of threats and insults in a HIGH PITCHED voice that made your heart melt. Because of course it, he, had a high pitched voice. That only made you gush out more, you loved animals but specially you absolutely adored reptiles.

Mario was literally holding himself against the wall to keep himself from falling for laughing so hard. Luigi was cry laughing and Peach was trying to cover her face, but it was clear that from the way her shoulders rose and went down that she was practically wheezing.

You asked Peach if you could hold him for a while, to which she seriously, or at least she tried to sound serious in the middle of all that laughter, answered that it was too dangerous to let him out. But how could something as darling as that do any wrong? Peach gently pulled you out of the room, but not before you let out a "Bye bye, piano playing turtle, I love you." To a very blushing and mortified turtle.

Turns out that the turtle had comitted war crimes. Very bad war crimes. And even though he was still a little cutie to you, he got what he deserved and shouldn't be let out under any circumstances. Still, you were def going to visit him again.

#bowser x reader #mario movie x reader #y/n #bowser x y/n #bowser x you #bowser #mario movie

[thedeathlysallows]

Santa Baby

Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Summary: Think of all the fun I've missed/ Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed/ I really do believe in you/ Let's see if you believe in me.

Warnings: Smut. Degradation, dirty talk, loss of virginity (reader's), dom!Loki, oral sex (f!receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, ever so slight Jotun!Loki. Loki hasn't had his redemption arc yet

Okay, so, I really have no excuses for this one. It's borderline crackfic but I did my best lol

"Nicholas!"

"Odin!"

You stand shoulder to shoulder with your brother as you watch your father embrace the Allfather. For as long as you can remember, this has been your family's Christmas tradition. After your father finishes delivering gifts all across the nine realms on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day is spent on Asgard with the royal family. You aren't sure why it's a tradition- the elves say it's because Odin was the one to gift your father his powers, to create Santa Claus as the worlds know him- but you've learned over the years it's best not to argue about it.

(There was one year you wanted to spend Christmas at home in the North Pole like a normal family... and your mom fainted from the shock. The elves wouldn't talk to you for a month (which wasn't all that disappointing if you were to be honest). So you considered that lesson learned and never brought it up ever again.)

You watch as your mother greets Frigga next, the two of them looking like the epitome of the Mother archetype. Frigga with her regal air and your mother with her kind smile. You can't imagine ever having to step into their roles and you feel relieved you'll never have to. Your brother is set to be the next Santa and his wife will be Mrs. Claus. Odin's throne will go to Thor and his wife we'll be Queen of Asgard.

All you have to be is yourself.

Free to make your own rules.

To forge your own path.

To-

"Hello, little one." Loki smiles at you fondly and steps towards you. His hands are bound in front of him and the chains draped over his body rattle with each movement.

You tilt your head, observing him closely. "Loki. I knew you were on my dad's Naughty list for the whole New York thing, so I guess it makes sense you ended up on Odin's list too."

His smile morphs into a nasty sneer as he bares his teeth at you. A guard yanks on the chain around his neck, pulling him an appropriate distance from you.

"Must we do this today," Frigga whispers to her husband. "It's the last day of Yule. Let Loki have an hour of freedom."

"And what will that hour cost us," Odin counters.

Your father raises his hand. "If I may? The kids have been working on their magic and sugar plum over here has a real talent for it. I'm sure she could keep Loki in line for an hour."

Loki's eyes burn a hole into the side of your skull as he says, "Yes. The Santa baby can watch me."

"For an hour," you add, turning to your dad. You point a finger at the jolly old man. "And only an hour."

Odin strokes his beard thoughtfully, considering every possible outcome of letting Loki free for a bit. Eventually, he bangs his staff against the shimmering golden floor and Loki's chains fall away. Loki, for his part, makes an effort not to appear too eager. He rubs his wrists and rolls his neck before squaring his shoulders and turning to you.

"I'm at your mercy for the next hour, sugar plum."

And the way he says it so seductively has you reaching the realization that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

You fidget uncomfortably, balling the ends of your long sleeves in your hands. Loki watches your twitchy movements silently. That's how he's always watched you. Ever since that first meeting when you were nothing more than a child coming to terms with her father being the Santa Claus. He's always watched you silently, thoughtfully, like he's waiting for you to decide who you'll be... and maybe, just maybe, if there will be a place for him beside you when you do decide who to be.

"I'm already regretting this," you say out loud to no one really.

No one is paying attention anymore anyway.

No one except Loki who places a hand at the small of your back and gestures in front of you with the other. "Come, we both know you're foaming at the mouth to get to the garden."

You can't help the eyeroll his words induce. "How eloquent."

"Thank you."

"I wasn't complimenting you."

Loki purses his lips, fighting back a grin. "No, you would never do that, would you?"

"Just shut up and follow me."

He pretends to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key, earning an aggravated groan from you.

If you were to be honest, you don't find Loki's presence all that objectionable. Sure, his ego is out of hand, he tried to take over your home planet, he can be a real pain in the ass, sassy, confrontational, a know it all... wait, what was your point again? Oh, right! Loki has many, many, many faults, but he's always been kind to you. Deep down you know his affection for you doesn't truly account for the monstrosities he's committed, but it does make him ten percent less Naughty in your eyes.

"When will you tell Jolly Old Saint Nicholas that I've been the one helping you with your magic, sugar plum."

Okay. Five percent less Naughty.

"Never," you say without looking at him. Instead you fix your eyes on the garden up ahead.

He clicks his tongue. "How absolutely Naughty of you. I approve."

Two percent.

"I don't need your approval. And stop calling me sugar plum!"

Loki stops walking abruptly, forcing you to turn around and meet him face to face. Or face to chest rather. He's taller than you by several inches and his broad figure almost blocks out the steadily rising sun. Hues of pink, orange, and purple burst from behind him in pastel streaks of color. The wind is soft and gentle as it wraps around the two of you, pressing your bodies ever closer. If you could paint you think you would paint him just as he is now, all soft edges and gentle eyes.

He shakes his head. "You don't need it, but you want it. You crave it, don't you, my darling?"

You think you prefer him calling you sugar plum. That feels far less intimate than hearing the words my darling come out of his mouth.

"I don't want anything from you," you say full of false bravado.

"Oh?" Loki pulls you in to his body and tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "Not even my cock? I think if I were to bend you over this balcony and fuck that tight little cunt of yours, you'd thank me by the end of it. Wouldn't you, sugar plum?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and will away the rising heat in the pit of your stomach. "I said stop calling me that, Loki."

"Then what would you prefer, hmm?" His lips are centimeters from yours, teasing you by brushing against you ever so lightly as he speaks. "You positively lit up when I called you my darling. How does my queen sound? Better yet, how about my whore?"

"Stop."

"Did you make it to the Nice list this year? No sneaking around and kissing boys behind my back?"

You grit your teeth, embarrassment washing over you with the realization that you actually enjoy having him talk to you like this. "Stop. I know what you're trying to do."

"And what would that be?"

"You want me to give up on you like everyone else. There's a past between us whether we like it or not and you want me to just... forget it. Let it go. Everyone else already believes you're a monster and you can't stand that there's one person in the world who still believes you can be good."

Silence stretches out between the two of you like a snake sunbathing on a rock. It's an almost tangible sensation. All you can hear is the air rushing through your lungs as Loki's chest rises and falls at an alarming rate.

"Is this the part where we hug and I thank you for always believing in me? Because... no, I don't think I'll do that," Loki finally says after a few painful seconds.

You huff in frustration, spinning on your heel to go back inside and forget the whole deal. You'll lock yourself in a guest room with some delicious Asgardian mead and that'll be that. This whole sexual tension thing with a man you shouldn't want in the first place will disappear along with the alcohol.

Before you can take a step forward and put you're new Christmas Day plan into motion, Loki grabs you by the arm and pulls you back. His chest presses into your back, a warm and solid wall of muscle.

"Where do you think you're running off to, sugar plum?" He bends down and whispers the words in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps all over your body.

"Your hour's up."

"I've still got forty five minutes."

"Yeah, well... I'm finished with this."

Loki slips an arm around your waist, grinding his hardened length into your ass. "You're through when I say you're through, and right now I want you down on your knees worshipping."

"But... we're outside..."

The protest dies on your lips as green sparks emanate from Loki's fingertips, circling the two of you before sinking back into his palm.

"There," he says simply. "Problem solved. Now if anyone were to walk by they would simply see us admiring the flowers. Now, on your knees."

You let him push you down on your knees, his long fingers curling in your hair. Through the tight leather of his trousers you can make out the imprint of his cock. You won't be able to take all of him in your mouth. There's just no way. You're willing to try though, you think to yourself as you look up into the familiar green-blue of his eyes.

He helps you undo his pants, picking up the slack when your nervous fingers tremble while untying the laces. He's eerily patient and allows you to take your time. Build your courage as it were. You want this. You know you do. You're just... nervous.

The realization strikes Loki suddenly. "You're a virgin?"

The accusation- however true- doesn't sit right in your chest. "Do you want me to do this or not?"

Loki's eyes shine bright with absolute glee. "You are!"

"Loki-"

The world swirls and warps around you, the oxygen leaving your lungs in a sudden woosh. You suddenly find yourself in your usual guest chambers. Still on your knees. Still out of breath.

"Much better!" Loki sighs happily before making himself comfortable on the large bed. "Actually, one more thing."

A fire roars to life in the hearth and the bright gold decorations littering the room turn a deep shade of emerald.

"Lest you forget who you're with," he explains simply.

"I couldn't if I tried." You look at Loki out of the corner of your eye as he lounges on the bed. His pants are undone, exposing the deep V of his pelvic muscles and a light dusting of hair. He looks at you so intently you feel like you might explode. "What?"

Loki motions for you to come closer. "I want you to come on my face, sugar plum."

You swear your body just gives out as soon as you hear the words. "W-what?"

He growls and sits straight up. "You are going to walk that pretty little arse over here, and then your are going to straddle my face, so I can lick your cunt until you come."

It takes everything in you to do exactly as he says. You aren't completely inexperienced and you aren't a complete idiot either. You know what the fire in your belly and the slickness between your thighs means. You want Loki, wanted him for years. Never in your wildest dreams did you think he actually wanted you too.

It's a Christmas miracle in your opinion.

When you make it to the edge of the bed Loki tuts at you, toying with the hem of your dress. "I meant to comment earlier, but this is the most horrid thing I've ever seen."

Your brow furrows. "Hey! Sprinkle made this for me!"

"Sprinkle." The way Loki says the elf's name almost sounds like a curse.

"You've met him before. Back a few- oof!"

Loki rips the dress to tatters in the blink of an eye. You want to hit him, curse him, something, but he moves too quickly. Instead you make a mental note to apologize to Sprinkle when you get home, and let Loki manipulate your body so that your kneeling over his face. His breath on your core sends a shiver through your body.

"Loki," you whine, gripping at his hair.

"Good girl," he moans out as you tug on the long, dark strands. "Let's see if you taste as sweet as you look."

His tongue laves at your folds, teasing you. It's strange but nice and exhilarating all at once. Your hips buck involuntarily when he finally slips his tongue inside you and he sighs happily against your skin.

"Fuck, yes," Loki groans.

You whimper pathetically.

"I need inside you. Now," he says against your soaked cunt. "I need you, darling."

All you can do is nod. Your bones feel like jelly, but you want more. You want him. You want him inside you. You want him to come inside you. You want it so badly you can almost imagine a future filled with children who have your hair and his eyes.

When he looks up at you there's a split second where you think he sees that future too.

Loki ends the moment quickly though, telling you to get on your back. He positions his cock at your entrance and you have a momentary lapse in confidence. You don't want him to stop, but he's bigger than you could've guessed, and-

"Relax." Loki presses his mouth to yours, nipping at your bottom lip. "You were made to take this cock."

You nod and angle your hips up so his tip slips inside you. Your unused muscles twitch against the intrusion, making Loki hiss out something in Old Norse. One of his hands wraps around your throat while the other pins your hips against the bed. Using this leverage he pushes his entire length inside you, swallowing your screams with his lips. Loki pumps in and out of you slowly, watching your face for signs of discomfort.

"M-more," you sigh. "Harder... more... please..."

His breath hitches. "Are you sure, my darling?"

"Yes!"

"Very well." Loki's hips snap, shoving himself even deeper inside you.

Your hands fly to grip his biceps. His skin is colder. Colder than you've ever felt it. And there's a slight blue tinge.

"Loki, fuck... oh my god..."

His hand not wrapped around your throat slaps across your cheek. "My king. Say it. Say I'm your king."

You manage a tiny nod. "You're... you're my king..."

Loki's grip tightens and his pace quickens. You can feel his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you around him, forcing his way deep inside you.

"L-Loki..." You let out a short whine. "Come inside me. Please. I need it. Please, please..."

He chuckles darkly. "How pathetic. You're begging like a common whore. Is that what you are, darling? Are you my whore?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, my king."

Loki, seemingly satisfied by your answer, lifts your leg over his shoulder and shoves his way deeper inside you. There's a painful burn as you adjust to the new angle and pace, but the look of ecstasy on Loki's face is enough to send you over the edge again. You come on his cock once more, but this time he comes with you, filling you until it leaks out.

You aren't sure when you closed your eyes, but when you open them Loki is looking at you with a strange expression.

"My hour is up," is all he says.

#loki x reader #loki smut #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki laufesyon x reader #loki layfeyson imagine

[goddessofmischief]

Hey! I adore your writing - everything feels like a character study and by that I don’t mean it’s lacking artistry I mean that each piece is so dynamically engaged with their internal worlds. Now I love me some Shanks and Mihawk but I am a Buggy Bitch and was hoping to get some time with him in this early on stage? If you wouldn’t mind, can we have a shot that shows why Buggy’s infatuation keeps going? Maybe a meaningful moment of kindness towards him or the like?

Thank you for your writing 💛

      GOLD RUSH - BUGGY X READER

A/N: Dude, I was smiling all day because of this message. Thank you so much! This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read.

Shanks and Mihawk had loved you, for various reasons, for their own motivations, from minute one.

...Buggy hadn't fallen for your charms so easily.

You were suspicious to him. He knew well enough that if something appeared too good from the outside, it was probably a trap. So for a long time after Roger had rescued you and brought you home to live with the pirates, Buggy treated all of your actions as if they had been the exact opposite, and always indicative of some secret evil.

You were kind to him? Only because you hated him so much. You looked pretty? Only because you were disguising some inner, deeper ugliness. You were a strong fighter? Only because of all the blood on your hands. You were intelligent? Only to deceive him.

It took a long, long time, and many months and even a few years to really wear him down. But when that had finally happened, Buggy was yours for life.

He fell for you in not one, but two moments: this, he vividly recalled, was the first.

It was a stormy day at a small port when you and Buggy stopped into a tavern for a drink. Shanks and Roger had stayed behind to fix the ship.

He had watched you with the smallest amount of interest, as if you were an amusement, as if you were a pretty bug. His original interest in you, small as it had been to begin with, had gone completely downhill when he realized you weren't really the performing type. You didn't like jokes or attention, and you certainly didn't beg for it the way Buggy did. The two of you hadn't really been able to form a relationship anyway, considering you spent most of your time with Shanks.

He'd ordered a drink too big for himself, and watched as you sipped daintily from a small one.

"That's so little," he said. "What's the point?"

You shrugged.

"I like being alert," you explained. "Makes it easier to stay safe."

Buggy snorted, rolling his eyes and turning back to his drink.

Two larger, older pirates sidled up on either of your sides', eyeing Buggy, but mostly you.

"Hey, sweetheart," said one of them. "You know this guy?"

"Yes," you said quietly. "He's my friend."

"...This clown?"

Buggy stiffened.

"Fellas, let's not-"

Shanks would have said let them talk. Shanks would have sat quietly until they were gone, or maybe just snickered at Buggy's plight.

But that's not what you did.

"He's stronger than either of you," you said nonchalantly, and the larger pirate stared at you.

"Really? The clown?"

"Really," you confirmed. The two pirates looked at Buggy, menacingly.

"He doesn't look very strong to me."

"We'll protect you, sweetheart. You don't need him."

"Honk, honk," the larger pirate jeered, reaching for Buggy's nose, and completely without warning you reeled back and punched him in the face.

Buggy was not prepared for that to happen.

The two pirates stood up and leered over you, intimidatingly. Buggy was stricken by the sudden realization of how large they both were, and how comparatively scrawny the two of you were.

But he knew he had to protect you. (If only to keep Shanks from killing him.)

And so Buggy punched the second guy, wincing as his fist hit him.

He wished he was stronger. God, in that moment, how he wished he was stronger.

(He didn't have the Chop Chop fruit yet. That would've been great.)

But Buggy was scrappy, and he didn't need much of an advantage in a melee situation. He was a kicker, a scratcher, and a biter. You were more elegant in your movements - almost balletic, and Buggy resolved to ask you about it later - but both of you managed to defeat them, and make it back to the ship in mostly one piece.

"Thanks," he said, quietly, as you sat cross-legged across from him, applying eyeliner. You had offered to fix his makeup using your own, and after a lot of protesting, he'd agreed.

Your eyes lingered over him. He looked away, suddenly embarassed.

"What for?"

"For, y'know, helping me out back there."

"Of course," you said, smiling sweetly. "You're my nakama."

You applied a bit to your own lips before holding it out to Buggy.

"Um," he said. "Can you do it? I'm feelin' kinda shaky."

"Mhm," you hummed, carefully painting it on.

"Good?" he asked.

"Good. I do happen to like your nose, by the way."

"That's nice," he responded. "I like yours."

You grinned.

"I didn't realize you were such a fighter," Buggy said.

"I'm not," you confessed. "I'm terrified. I hate fighting."

"But you punched him."

"Well, he was being mean. And I knew you'd help me."

"How?"

"I don't know, it's what you do."

"Did you mean what you said? About me being your friend?"

"Of course," you said. "You're nearly all I have."

Buggy had never fallen in love with anyone before, if only because most of the time they hated him so openly before he could even consider it. But he thought that maybe tonight, under this sky, he might be in love with you.

The second thing that made him realize how he felt was later that night, as he fell asleep in the bunk under Shanks'.

"How was it?" Shanks asked, sleepily. "...Spending the day with her?"

"Oh," said Buggy. "It was alright."

"Alright?" asked Shanks, propping himself up to look at Buggy. "She's the best, what are you talking about?"

"You think so?"

"Well, yeah, I mean - she's smart, funny, a whole lot nicer than most of us-"

And while Shanks carried on about all these great things about you, two ideas bounced around in Buggy's head - first, how much Shanks was correct about all these great traits of yours, things Buggy had never dared notice before, and second, how much Shanks cared for you. It made him think that maybe there was something special about you, something he hadn't seen before.

And so Buggy told Shanks about your little adventure, and told him about what you'd done for him, and Shanks smiled to himself, and simply said "It's just what she does..."

What could he say? Buggy just loved how you loved.

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#buggy x reader #buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #it was rare i was there

[paloomaa]

🪴𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘🪴

[GEO SUBARU OOGAMI X CALM READER]

I HAD TO GEO IS SO BBG, IT MIGHT BE KINDA OOC 😭😭 anyway, [mc] goes to the same yk school as geo and the other fellas but they also work at a small plant shop (geo totally didn't follow them) and geo comes to buy some plants gender neutral reader, slight delulu & slight yandere geo

also I'm trying new art style thingies so ye

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GEO HAS BEEN INTERESTED IN A CERTAIN SOMEONE FOR A LITTLE WHILE, THAT SOMEONE BEING [MC]. He didn't really know why, but he just found himself extremely somewhat fond of them. He found himself relieved when they sat in front of him instead of Deryl at lunch, he felt relaxed whenever their calming voice spoke to him, and he adored the fact that they were calm and composed. He'd never admit it, but he definitely enjoyed their company.

His blue chill eyes immediately landed on [MC] once they came into his sight. He tilted his head as he saw them texting someone in what seemed to be a hurry, their expression slightly irritated.

Geo's eyebrows unknowingly furrowed in unwanted curiosity. Just who was the person [MC] was texting? He had to know. He had to know who was sooo important.

His eyes followed [MC]'s figure as they rushed out of the school. Geo didn't have to think twice before he started to follow them. He made sure to walk at a distance, so it didn't look like he was following them. After a few minutes of walking, Geo stopped in his tracks once he noticed [Name] entering a small plant shop. His head tilted as he squinted his eyes, trying to figure out why exactly [MC] would come here. Was it for something?... someone....?...

His jaw clenched in frustration, just the thought of them buying something for someone other than him was more than enough to make him pissed. He quietly took a deep breath to calm down and walked towards the plant shop. Geo took one of his hands out of his pocket and opened the door, looked in, and froze on the spot. [MC] stood behind the counter, watering a few plants that were placed upon the window stool.

Geo's eyes slightly softened, quietly admiring the gorgeous person in front of him, not realising he was starting to space out.

".....o?"

".....eo?"

"Geo?"

[MC]'s voice called out, breaking him out of his little dream world. Geo blinked and looked at [MC], his eyes immediately shifting back to those usually intimidating ones. "What are you doing here? Don't you have archery today?" [MC]'s calm voice questioned, their head tilted with curiosity. Geo's face remained stoic, but on the inside, he almost screamed at how adorable that little action they made was.

"..." Geo remained quiet for a few seconds, staring down at [MC]. "I came here to buy a potted plant." Geo spoke, his tone stoic and cold as always. [Name] nodded and offered a small smile, one that melted Geo's icy heart. "Well, is there anything specific you have in mind, or would you like for me to pick for you?" [MC] politely asked, their head tilted once more.

Geo had to resist the urge to just take out his phone and take a million photos of them, I mean, who wouldn't after seeing someone so adorable?

"You can choose." Geo replied, making sure he sounded like he was uninterested. [MC] nodded and walked around the shop a few times, then walked back to Geo, a bunch of potted plants held by their arms. "Alright,so I brought a few that are common with beginners." [MC] calmly stated with a closed eye smile, then placed the potted plants onto the counter.

"Alright, so this one is a jade plant. They require a minimum of 6 hours of bright light every day and are best kept in dry areas that reach around 18 to 24 degrees Celcius (65-75°F)." [MC] explained, pointing to one of the plants. Geo occasionally nodded to show he was listening.

[MC] pointed to another flower. "This one, I think you already know, an orchid. They require high humidity levels, and it's also necessary to-" [MC] continued to explain the flower and it's necessities, but Geo's mind was in another world.

Orchids... don't they symbolise.... love? Was... was [Name] trying to tell him something?

Geo could feel his heart rate pick up its pace, his body temperature rising. "For the next plant-" [MC] was about to speak, but Geo cut them off. "I'll take the orchid." Geo spoke in a dull and blunt manner. [Name] blinked once, then nodded. "Alright then, just give me a second to put the rest back." They said, picked up the other plants and rushed to place them in their assigned places, then came back to the counter. "You know what, this one is on the house." [Name] said, a small smile formed on their face.

Geo furrowed his eyebrows in disagreement, but on the inside, he was on the verge of breaking down in joy. "Let me pay." Geo demanded, his wallet somehow finding its way into his hands. "I said it's on the house, just this once, just because you're my favourite person." [MC] gave a small wink.

Geo's hand unconsciously moved to linger above [MC]'s head, then lowered to gently patted the top of their head. "...thank you." Geo quietly murmured, continuing to pat their head. A soft chuckle escaped [Name]'s lips. "Well here you are, see you at school tomorrow." [MC] said, holding out the bag the orchid was placed in. Geo retracted his hand and picked up the bag with one hand. He walked towards the door of the shop, opened it and walked away, not before waving though.

As Geo slowly walked home, his mind completely drifted off again.

i touched their head. i touched their head. they smiled more than once at me. they gave me this flower for free.

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Geo sat upon his bed, the hand which patted [MC]'s head cradled up to his chest, right next to his pounding heart. Geo's head was tilted down, hiding a rare smile full of love and adoration. He felt warm, fuzzy, and happy. He made so much progress in the span of barely ten minutes.

#katb_vn #tkatb_vn #tkatb vn #fantasia kitt #geo subaru oogami #i need more geo pls #i love this man sm #he has crawled his way into my heart and he sure as hell aint getting out

[codyswhitebelt]

(18+) la knight x fem! reader

my masterlist part two

pairing(s): la knight x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

summary: shaun seems to hate you. but does he?

genre(s): filthy filthy smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, little bit of angst, porn with a slight plot

warning(s): unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 u tap it fellas), swearing, pain kink, oral (male receiving), spit as lube, use of the name shaun bc that's his legal name, PETNAMES, no use of y/n!!, slight dumbification, lowk shit writing, choking, fingering, j alot of poorly written smut

a/n: nobody get mad at me for not writing requests 🙁. sex is much easier to write than an intricate fluffy story. i love you babies

“get the fuck out of my dressing room, shaun.” i state as i hear someone come through my door. “c’mon, darlin’.. be sweet to a man for once.” he grabs his chest, faking his heartache as he smacks his gum. i turn around to look at him. “can’t you tell i’m trying to get ready?” i question, pointed to the makeup laid out on my vanity. “mama, you don’t need all that makeup..” for a split second i think he’s being serious. “you could never use enough to cover up all that ugliness inside.” my heart twinges at his comment. standing up from my chair, i get close to him. “get the hell out, asshole.” i grit my teeth as i yell in his face. he turns around and opens the door. “you know you love me, doll!” he shouts as he walks out. i slam the door behind him. “cunt.” i whisper to myself.

after successfully retaining the women’s world title, i head back to my dressing room to change out of my gear. after changing, i sigh and run my fingers through my hair. sitting down, i start to take off my makeup. shaun comes knocking on the door. "come in!" i shout. he walks in and i look in the mirror and see it's him. "what do you want, dipshit?" i ask, not turning to face him. "to see you pretty lady, the sexy champ." he says, strutting over to the small loveseat. "yeah, sure.” i finish wiping my eye makeup off as he begins to talk. “how do you know?” he inquires, removing his reflective glasses. “i actually happen to think you are incredibly attractive." he gets up and walks toward me. he pulls a chair up next to me and we make eye contact. "you're beautiful, sweetheart." he cups my face. "shaun, what are you doing?" my voice barely a whisper as i move closer to him. "this." he presses his lips to mine. i kiss back softly and his free hand rests on my thigh. we break for air and he smiles at me. he pulls me back to capture my lips in another heated makeout. i move myself on top of him so i'm straddling his lap. grinding down on him, we break away for air and he attaches his lips to my neck. i moan at the pleasure as he bites down on my neck. "don't stop.." i plead as i keep rocking my hips on him. "you like that, baby?" he asks, moving his hands to grab my waist. i whimper slightly in his ear as a response. "as much as i would love to continue this here, doll, we should head to my hotel, yeah?" he suggests. i nod as he lifts me off his lap.

quickly we walk to his car and hop in. throwing my gear in the back, i buckle my seatbelt before he starts to drive to the hotel. as he drives, my mind wanders to an idea. i reach my hand over the seat and rest my hand on his bulge. "mm, what're you doin' girl?" he asks as i start to massage him through his jeans. "nothin'." i say innocently, popping the button open. i slide my hand down into his boxers and start stroking his cock. "fuck.." he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel.

stopping at a stoplight, shaun quickly pulls down his boxers and jeans enough to let his cock spring free. i lean over the seats and he lifts his arm up so i can get my head under. i start to lightly lick the tip and i feel his whole body twitch. teasing him, i swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. feeling fed up with me, shaun removes one hand from the wheel and forces my head down onto him. i gag when i feel him hit the back of my throat. "just like that, baby.. you're doing so good for me, mama.." he praises. i speed up my movements and deepthroat him as far as i can go. "oh fuck, baby. if you don't stop i'm gonna cum." he says as he pulls my head off of his cock and tucks it back in. i whine as he wipes the spit from my mouth with his thumb. "be patient, doll." he says and kisses me.

finally, we arrive at the hotel and i hop out and grab my bag. shaun comes and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. after checking in, we head up to the room and as soon as i set my things down, shaun slams me against the wall. he pins my arms above my head and kisses me. holding my arms with one hand, he slides his hand down into my shorts, rubbing my clit. i moan into the kiss giving shaun the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. he brings his hand out of my shorts to put his fingers in his mouth, only to slide them back into my shorts.

he starts teasing my clit before entering two into my aching core. releasing my hands, he lifts my shirt and i lean forward off the wall to take it off. moaning loudly, i bite down on his shoulder harshly. "oh fuck, keep doing that." he groans, curling his fingers inside of me. the sensation of his fingers inside of me is enough to have me crying. tears flow down my face as he continues. “baby, i’m gonna cum..” i whine as the pad of his thumb rolls on my clit. “oh, fuck, i’m cumming!” my nails run down his back as i squirt all over his fingers.

removing his fingers from my heat, he brings them to his mouth to taste me. "as sweet as i imagined, baby." he says. i open my arms and whine slightly for him to pick me up. "aw, does baby wanna be picked up?" he teases. i nod. "use your words, princess." he says, stroking my face. "please, pick me up?" i ask, looking at him, eyes red from my tears. he pulls off his shirt before grabbing me. my arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his torso, instinctively.

placing me on the bed, he fully removes my shorts and underwear. whining, i try to pull his head towards my core. "you want me to fuck your pretty little pussy, don't you?" he asks, rubbing my inner thighs. "mmhm." i mumble, fingers barely brushing the denim of his jeans. "mm, what's the magic word, pretty girl?" he backs away, ever so slightly. “please.” i beg, tears beginning to well up in my eyes again. “you’re lucky that i have been waiting for this for months.” he states. shaun’s jeans are pulled down as fast as possible along with his boxers.

even though i had him in my mouth before, i was nervous to have him inside me. “you ready?” he asks, hand coming up to caress my cheek. i nod but he shakes his head. “no baby. i need you to say it.” he searches my eyes for any sign of doubt. “i want you, shaun. i need you.” as soon as the words left my mouth i felt the delicious stretch of his cock inside me. breathy moans left me as he fully bottomed out. we stayed like that for a moment before he started to slowly thrust into me. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he groaned as he sped up. “s’good shaun-“ i was cut off by a guttural moan as he grazed my cervix. “takin’ me so good baby” shaun praised as he rutted into me.

his hand came up to lightly squeeze my throat. “tighter.” i spoke, moans following my bold statement. he squeezed tighter, almost cutting off my airway. the control he had over me almost seemed to make him even more turned on. “fuck, baby ‘m so close.” i whined, small, sharp breaths being taken between the words. “that’s my girl. you’re such a good girl for me.” his hand loosened up as i felt his cock throb inside me. his hands gripped my hips as he started fucking me harder, the tip of his cock destroying my g-spot. “i’m gonna cum- fuck!” i cried out as i came undone all over him. his thrusts held steady as i came.

“where you want it, angel?” the petname made your heart flutter. “i want it inside, please.” shaun’s speed began to wane. “please.” i begged, making sure he knew i was serious. “whatever you want, baby.” his thrusts sped up momentarily before he pressed his forehead against mine, the light layer of sweat connecting. i moaned as he began to move slowly. “‘m gonna cum.” i pulled him down to kiss me harshly as he came. i felt the hot, thick ropes of his load inside me as he moaned into my mouth. my eyes clammed shut as he kept his slow motions.

we laid there for a moment before he pulled out of me, his cock already softening. when i opened my eyes, i saw shaun with a towel and he began to clean me up. “you did so good for me, mama. took me like a champ.” he smirked as i giggled. “i might actually be a mama now.” i laughed. his eyes widened. “what?” his face went pale. i started loudly cackling at his expression. “shaun, honey, i’m on the pill. don’t worry.” i reassured him, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. “oh, thank God.” he breathed.

the pill did not work. we now have a 2 year old. what the fuck.

a/n: hii thank you soo much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it as it took me so long to work up the courage to write and post this! i love you guys, have a super awesome day💕

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Silken Webs & Pirouettes- Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: You decide to take all your problems out on the dance floor. Ballerina!Reader & CEO!Miguel. Alternate Universe with most of the characters included as seen in "Across the Spiderverse." Many cameos ahead. Miguel is a successful business owner but personality is canon. This is a steamy reader insert, Miguel x You! Enjoy and pls leave me lots of love and comments as it keeps me motivated <333

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eight

“Ladies leave yo’ man at home, the club is full of ballers and they pockets full grown— and all you fellas leave yo’ girl with her friends— cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumpin’ jumpin’”

Your hips sway in rhythm with the song, body glistening with a soft sheen, evidence of the time you’ve spent on the dance floor. The fluorescent lights feel like they’re only on you. Men and women have either danced or tried to dance with you all night. You’ve given your number to at least eight, so far. One of them a blonde with blue eyes, older but handsome.

So…. how did you get here?

Well…

Your bed was comfortable enough for the few days you were glued to it, teary eyes and puffy face as you gazed at the phone on your pillowcase.

To call home or not to call home… that was the question.

It seemed like each time you reached for it, the constriction within the confines of your heart stopped you from lifting it off of the satin.

So you turned, gazing up at the sky behind your popcorn ceiling. Thinking for hours and hours. Could there be a way you could stay? Any other way besides going back to that dreadful office with that fanged serpent inside. That beast. Wolf. Asshole.

Nothing came to you. Maybe you’d be lucky enough at the week’s end when your check finally arrived. Lucky enough to buy more time and search even farther for more open work opportunities. Yet luck is gentle sometimes, it hides away from the people that need it.

So you tossed and you turned for hours, feeling suffocated by the matting and lack of ribbons in your hair. Until you decided to just rip the bandaid off and give in. Or so you planned to. The bright light made you squint and press anything but the phone button, or maybe it was your subconscious. What you did press was a recommended video.

A woman, a gorgeous woman with jet black locks and intimidating eyes struck you silent as she simply said,

“Get up. No no no, I don’t care how you’re feeling right now, I don’t care that you lost them or you’re depressed or he hurt you. It. Doesn’t. Matter. Get up right now, go get pretty and go show the world how pretty you are. I promise you it will fix things.”

That’s all you saw before you were up on your feet, taking an everything shower for longer than you ever have. Tending to your wild curls and plump skin. You ate, too. Stale cereal as it was all you had but— you still ate.

Then you thought. You thought about what always makes you feel good again. Alive.

Dancing.

Now you could have risked your head and paid Katerina a visit, of course. Yet you played things smart. You took the next best thing. Ballet isn’t the only rhythm you know. You did your makeup and fit into your shiniest dress. Like a disco ball, glistening in silver. Then? You searched for the nearest nightclub nearby. One where you could just dance your problems away.

Now you’re here.

“Hey baby, I’m likin’ the way you move those hips tonight.”

Ew, he smells of strong liquor.

You only smile kindly at the stranger who’s missing a front tooth and twirl, turning your back on him and continuing to sway your hips. He takes it as an opportunity to place his hand on one— and you stumble forward, pushing it away.

Too many men have felt entitled to dancing with you tonight, and he’s just another. No one asks, anymore.

“No…” you sigh through a nervous giggle.

He sucks his tee— or tooth? “Bitch.” Is all he follows with.

You frown at that, parting your lips to utter another word but— you don’t get the chance.

“Hey, leave my friend alone!” That sing-song, familiar voice.

You turn on your heel where Cindy Moon stands tall, brows furrowed as she regards the drunk asshole who is acting like he owns rights to your swaying body.

“Cindy?” You sound shocked and god— you are. What a coincidence.

Soon as the vile man leaves, she grins wide at you and pulls you into the warmth of a tight hug. It’s the first one she’s ever given you. She hugs you so hard it’s as if she’s afraid you’ll slip into the crowd of dancers if she lets go. Christ, it’s only been a week.

As kind as this is, you’re baffled.

The music is pounding in your ears, so loud you’re borderline screaming, burning at your lungs so to speak to her.

“Wait, why are you here!?”

She tilts her ear toward you— taking a moment to analyze your voice before realization strikes her.

“Company gathering!”

What? Here?

You freeze.

She must see the terror in your eyes because she immediately raises two comforting palms and shakes her head.

“Nonono— don’t worry! He never comes to these! I mean- Jess always invites him but he hasn’t showed so, doubt he will today!”

The tension in your chest eases at once, your body surrendering to the vibration of the sound. You’re grateful to god now more than ever that he hates any living, breathing corner of the world with joy and fun. You can’t imagine him in a place like this.

Wait…

“Who is Jess!?”

Cindy starts to sway her hips as the prior song bleeds perfectly into the neck, you follow suite— hands raking back your wild curls.

“C-O-O! But don’t worry, she’s super cool! This was her idea! Hey— Miguel never told us why you quit anyways!?”

She’s awfully sweet and strikingly beautiful. You see the men looking at her from the corner of your gaze, mesmerized by the young beauty with the slender frame. Yet, sweet as she is— this was your night away from all of it. He is the last thing on your mind.

Your mind wanders, searching for the right answer to put a pin in this conversation. You find one soon enough.

“Morale.” You practically snort. It’s understood immediately.

She nods once, eyes squinting as she stands on her tip toes and searches over the lively crowd. As if there’s a lightbulb floating at the top of her head.

“Hey— let’s go grab a drink!”

She’s a genius, she must know the subject makes you squirm. You grab her hand, letting her lead you off to the bar where an awfully pregnant woman with gorgeous, coiled locks sits— sipping on what you hope is a virgin lemonade.

“Two shots!!” Cindy orders, leaning over the bar and getting chatty with the tender as he prepares them.

Alcohol, yes. Just what you need. You sigh in relief, taking a seat next to the Aphrodite sipping on her drink. Her curls are dark, and her skin is gorgeous and glassy, and she’s— staring at you.

Not for a single moment, no. She’s analyzing you. Eyes locked on the side of your face.

You offer her a quick glance, squirming in your seat as she squints.

Is there something on your face?

She gasps, it makes you jump.

“No shit… you must be Ribbons.”

Ribbons?

You turn to her, brows furrowed and eyes soft as they search for an understanding to what she means. She sticks her hand out, over her swelled belly and like a zombie- you shake it.

“Ribbons, it’s what they started calling you around the office. I’m Jess, from where you used to work.”

Jess.

She must see the realization settle in your eyes because she giggles. It’s a warm sound.

You can see why people like her, why they regard her highly. She’s gorgeous, and she smells of a garden with freshly bloomed jasmine blanketing it. And her smile, it’s welcoming.

You offer her your name with an embarrassed shake of your head, partnered with a soft laugh at your oblivious nature.

“It’s alright— you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting me before saving yourself from mister hates-everyone-and-everything.”

Oh, she’s funny. Lively. You like her. You only wish it was her instead that you worked under, maybe things would’ve been different. You’d bet your pretty soul that Cindy and Mary Jane must have thought the same thing, at least once.

Cindy returns to earth soon enough, no longer drooling over the blonde bartender with a boyish grin. She hands you a shot, keeps one for herself, and hands Jess one too. Your brows lift, concern swimming in your bright eyes.

“Don’t worry, it’s virgin. Just lemon juice and seltzer— didn’t want you to feel left out!”

The kind thing, you grin at that and so does Jessica. Your glasses raise in repetition of Cindy’s own.

“To you, Ribbons. For having the guts to do what none of us ever could and getting the hell out!” She’s joking, you think. But a more analytical part of you knows well that deep down, she is not.

Christ, he’s that bad.

“Amen to that, sister.” Jess adds, and you can only laugh at the irony as you clink your glasses and shoot the horrible, burning thing back. You immediately wince as the substance itches at the base of your throat, making your eyes swell with water whilst you cough.

“Ugh, is that tequila!?”

Cindy only nods before dropping the glasses down and grabbing your hand again. She barely flinched.

“Let’s go dance!”

You don’t get the opportunity to recover and say goodbye to the pregnant Aphrodite before you’re back out on the dance floor, swaying those hips to the beat. Except now, it’s with Cindy by your side. The music is good, the drinks being brought to you by mesmerized men are good, god- the night is good. Time feels slow as it passes. That lady was on to something. You showed the world your pretty face and you got rewarded for it.

Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe the music but you finally feel it again. Alive. The buzz makes you feel loose, like with each sway of your hips— you’re throwing more of your problems into the burning pile and watching them melt away into nothing more than ash.

Meaningless ash. Where they can’t hurt you.

Cindy dances with a man beside you, but you dance alone. This moment, it feels too good to share with anyone else.

You don’t pay much mind to how long you’re there for, nor what’s happening around you. You don’t need to. You just need you right now, you and the music.

“I know right, she’s got the whole place looking!”

You hear above the bass; you don’t bother to listen more to Cindy’s voice or rather anything else except for the song. You’re lost in this safe little bubble, no one’s crowding you.

Wait— no one’s crowding you.

You open your eyes to see eyes staring back. Multiple, mesmerized by the way you’re moving those hips. Tipsy as you are— your face still flushes as you gaze back at them.

Your hips slow and then halt completely when the bony shoulder of a strawberry blonde bumps into your back.

“Hey, watch where you’re dancin— yeah?” A southern accent demands.

You frown at her, only seeing the back of her head as she storms past you. Christ, some night she’s having. She takes your place in the middle of the circle you created and attempts to move her hips. She looks— stiff. Like she’s trying to force the movement that should come fluidly in her hips.

Maybe you’re just drunk and critical as a former dancer. That must be it. You’ll leave her be, the room is too dizzy to care.

With a sigh, you bury yourself back into the crowd who have all turned their attention away from the circle. Whew, you’re feeling spun. Where Cindy, anyways?

Maybe it’s time for a water…

A record scratches, smirking mouth pressed up against the microphone as the DJ pulls it against his face.

“Alright alright— you guys havin’ a nice time tonight?” The crowd cheers, loud and rowdy as they look up at the record booth and lone, center stage. The DJ, he gets excited by the energy. As if he’s feeding from it.

“Alriiiiight, that’s what I like to hear. Now listen, rumor has it that right here, right now in this very moment— there’s a dancing queen among us. Oh yeah, I’m talkin’ full blown ABBA. I’ve seen her, I know you’ve seen her— light man...” He snaps his fingers, the singular luminescent glow from the ceiling lands upon him. He finishes, “Let’s find her in this crowd, shall we? Where is she?”

Your eyes scan over the crowd, curious to see just who they’re talking about.

God— she must be good for a personal shoutout in a place like this. You used all of the grocery money to get in here, it’s not like you’ve had much of an appetite, anyways…

Maybe it is the strawberry blonde with an attitude… no, no that would be absurd.

You squint as the light passes you quickly— but it soon snaps right back.

Your delicate palm softly lifts to shield it from your blinded eyes.

“There she is!” He announces, as if he’s found the first lick of gold in a deserted land of sand.

The crowd cheers, whistling and whooping as their hands pound together. You turn your head, looking each way for the dancing queen they speak of before you realize.

Oh…

It’s you.

You’re so drunk you can only giggle, covering your face with your palms as the DJ shakes his head,

“Oh no sweetheart, can’t get all shy now that you know everybody’s watching. We all saw the way you were moving those hips— we all saw it. Let me ask you muñequita, because I have a feeling. Do you know how to dance like a boricua? I saw the way you were moving, there is no chance in hell you’re an all white woman.”

He laughs at his own joke, and the crowd does too.

He’s right. Your father was a strong Puerto Rican man with intimidating eyes— he never smiled, nor did he come around often. But when he did come around? He taught you to dance. He loved to dance. You do too.

You snap yourself away from your thoughts, they’re waiting… they’re waiting and it feels so odd yet so right to have all those eyes on you.

The dancing queen…

Maybe this would’ve been your life had you not— well, tonight’s not the night to think about it. You’re far too buzzed and far too front and center to chicken out now.

You spread your fingers, eyes peeking out behind your palms. Maybe you shouldn’t but god— dancing just feels so good tonight. You nod, and the crowd cheers again.

“See, knew it. Knew it. I’m never wrong, I’m never wrong. So, chiquita bonita, how about you get up here and we give them a show— eh? What do you say?”

A show…

You can’t even deny or overthink it before the crowd starts chanting “do it, do it, do it,” in unison. Someone with cold hands pushes you forward and before you let better judgment stop you from swaying your hips center stage— you’re already up there. The lights follow you; they blind you.

“There we go! Alright, my beloved gringos and gringas can sit this one out— we’re gonna dance a little merengueeee.” He emphasizes the word in a way that makes all the girls swoon.

What are you doing? What are you doing? You don’t know. Daddy taught you merengue. You love merengue, but all these people…

Your mind flashes back to the week straight that you were wrapped like a mummy in your sheets. The tears, the loneliness, the dread. And now— here you are. They’re all looking at you like you’re a star.

…

Oh, fuck it.

The DJ spins a record again and soon enough a symphony of instruments and strings begin to flow throughout the speakers. Everyone cheers as he adjusts the needle and pulls his headphones off from his head.

Thank god, you’d just about melt if you had to dance this alone. He hurries over to you. He has kind, brown eyes and a mustache just above his contagious smile. His belly is soft, it protrudes just a bit.

“Peter.” He greets where only you can hear him. You peer up at him shyly, feeling the heat of the moment suffocate you. You haven’t had this many eyes on you since you were with Katerina. The very distant, sober part of you is tugging your hand. Begging you to get off stage.

Peter furrows his brows,

“Hey— don’t look at them. Look at me.”

He’s awfully kind, and he’s right. If you play pretend, this moment could feel euphoric. You nod, forgetting all your worries as the long intro finally comes to an end.

“Bajo una noche estrellada, de luna llena…”

See, the thing about dancers is that no matter how loud the mind screams, the body won’t stop moving. Yours is no different.

His palms are warm as they press against your own. You clasp your fingers against his and keep his warm brown eyes centered as the only thing in sight.

The dancer you are, your hips start to sway.

“Ahi está.” He praises, one hand falling to rest against your hip, following each effortless motion and figure eight they make in unison with the beat. Something about him, it’s safe. It’s gentle. It’s— a really good merengue dancer.

Christ…

You giggle as he moves his hips, leading your mesmerizing motions. He’s putting you on display, twirling your sparkling dress under the spot lights for the whistling crowd to see. He spins you once, twice, thrice, then he stops you— your back to him.

“You okay with this?” He whispers in your ear, you nod— grateful he asked for a yes. The first man tonight who has, unfortunately…

Your hips move back against him, his leg— at least that’s what you think it is. You’re too drunk to know any better.

You both move in unison, and although he’s the only thing that exists in your mind right now aside from the music— you can feel the crowd. In your bones and chest, vibrating louder than the sound that leads you and the hands that guide you. Feel their eyes and excitement as you do as he said and give them a show.

“You’re bringing me lots of business tonight, dancing queen.”

Your cheeks are pink from the buzz, and you laugh as he twirls you again— back into the first position. You both sway your hips, the trumpet of the song a euphoric sound. He reaches a hand out, pushing it in an upward motion to signal the crowd to get louder.

God- they do.

They do as you twirl again, as you move your body for them to see.

A dazzling starlet.

You’re lost, so lost in the moment that you feel like finally, you’ve reached it. That peak, just at the top of the mountain where no one and nothing else exists. Nothing plagues you, no. Just this moment.

Your curls are wild and free, no longer tamed by your straightener and ribbons, they dance on their own, too.

You could stay here forever.

Peter steps back, holding your intertwined hands up in the air— only moving his hips softly as he puts you front and center. In this moment, you no longer feel like a ballerina in a box. No, you’re the ballerina who leaped outside of that stupid wooden box. That stupid office. Stupid dance room.

Stupid boss.

Stupid Katerina.

Stupid Miguel.

Hey… that guys kinda looks like—

Peter twirls you swiftly back into his arms and continues moving. You’re still facing front, the rhythm controlling your body like it’s got strings sewn into your limbs.

But that guy…

The crowd is slowly fading back as the lights get a bit dimmer. You squint behind the hundreds of gazes on you so you can see— and Christ, do you see it.

Him.

Miguel fucking O’Hara.

And his eyes? Those intimidating eyes…

They’re glued on to you. Nothing else but you, as if you’re the only breathing creature besides himself that exists in this room. It must be him, you can’t delude yourself into believing or seeing otherwise. He’s seated beside a smiling Jessica.

Your gazes lock.

Woah….

The air leaves you, and you’re certain you turn entirely red against your silver. You stumble, and Peter catches you.

“You okay?”

You turn to meet his warm brown orbs.

You need to leave— now.

You’re drunk, and nauseous.

“No no I- m’ sorry I have to go.” Like Cinderella in the night. Only you’re running from the monster, not to it.

The crowd “awws” in unison as you part from Peter’s hands and softly make your way to the stairs. You leave him confused as he grabs the vacant mic.

He takes the attention off of you and quickly puts it back onto himself, likely seeing the panic in your eyes. You’d suffocate if the crowd watched you crumble.

“The dancing queen everybody, leaving me quicker than my first wife.”

The stairs make you dizzy, you grip tightly onto the rail as you descend them. Oh, the room is spinning. It’s smaller. Are you panicking again? No no, you can’t. Not while drunk.

Why is Katerina coming to the forefront of your mind?

Oh god, you are.

“That was awesome!” Cindy calls, gently grabbing your arm.

All of it, it’s all echoing.

“I have to go…” you breathe out as you push past her. Merengue makes people move, so so much. It’s hard to weave through. You’re gonna vomit. You are so gonna vomit right now.

You huff,

“Excuse me, please…”

They don’t listen or make it easy, but you’re slender enough to push through for the most part. The trumpets still play in the background, chasing you out and the crowd is laughing at something Peter is doing on stage. You don’t pay it any mind.

You need to go, you need air— distance.

“Oh!” Another bump against your shoulder from the strawberry blonde, harsher this time and you fall against a brick wall. Er- that’s what it feels like.

Your hands immediately lift to steady yourself against the firm stranger’s torso as your body straightens up. You’re so, so dizzy— and you’re certain that you’re drunk now because your speech is slurred.

The tequila.

“M’ so sorry I-”

Your mouth goes slack once you’re able to lift the soft curve of your chin from where it once stared at leather shoes.

It’s then that the scent of firewood and espresso all floats back— slamming against your senses like a crashing wave to shore. So suddenly. Looking down at you under the sparkling lights, in the sea of joyous people…

Dark eyes, tense jaw, long hair…

It’s him…

Mr. O’Hara…

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[playbucky]

Calypso

Rumours are spreading that the force 141 has been infiltrated by a woman. Everyone is sure that they will succumb to the bad luck that the woman will bring.  Characters – Reader, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Graves.  Word Count - 1.5k

‘Captain.’ Graves announced himself as he walked into the small room, which had quickly filled up.  ‘Fellas, what can I do for you?’ Price leaned back in his chair, legs widened as Graves looked over you and Simon, who stood either side of his chair.  ‘We’ve got word there be a woman on this ship.’ Graves commented, Price arched an eyebrow at him, your brows wrinkled.  ‘A woman?’ He questioned, Graves nodded.  ‘That’s been said.’ He replied.  ‘Any idea who?’ Price asked, Simon crossed his arms over his chest, Graves tensed up but shook his head.  ‘No sir, just -,’ He said.  ‘It’s lies then.’ Price relaxed, he waved his hand dismissively.  ‘Lies?’ Graves asked, shocked that he wasn’t worried about a woman aboard the ship.  ‘Yes.’ Price replied sternly, Graves furrowed his brows, ‘if they are bad luck, how has this ship, this crew been nothing but successful?’ He added, Graves’ lips thinned. 

‘Where you going?’ His deep voice asked, you tensed slightly but continued packing the small amount of your belongings.  ‘I need a break.’ You replied, he exhaled through his nose.  ‘A break, from roaming the world?’ Price asked, you slowly nodded.  ‘Yeah, fancy standing on solid ground other than looting it.’ You commented, a noise came from the back of his throat.  ‘Nothing to do with this bad luck we’ve got?’ He questioned, you pursed your lips as you turned to him.  ‘No sir, I believe that we’ve received good luck as well.’ You told him, bringing up the statement he had told Graves not even a hour or so ago.  ‘I believe it’s all down to you, ain’t it?’ He questioned, you looked away from him.  ‘No idea what you’re talking about sir.’ You replied, hoping you sounded calm.  ‘So, you ain’t a woman?’ Price questioned, you shook your head.  ‘No sir.’ You replied, he took a step closer to you.  ‘So, if I were to rip this top from you, I wouldn’t find breasts?’ He asked, you glanced down to his hands that lingered near your side before you leaned closer to him, his gaze jumped to your lips.  ‘You try that sir and I'd slice you.’ You warned him, his gaze darkened as he focused on you.  ‘And be flung off the ship for mutiny?’ He said, you took a step back from the captain and let the corner of your lips jump up.  ‘Wouldn't do that to your good luck charm, would ya?’ You commented, eyebrow raised.  ‘You say it isn’t you.’ He almost whispered, excitement swirled in his eyes.  ‘It’s not,’ you shook your head, ‘but wouldn’t want to mess with calypso, would you?’ You challenged him.

‘Red?’ You ignored them as you smiled at the woman behind the stall, her gaze snapped to someone behind you.  ‘You looked good in a dress.’ The voice said, warmth radiated from his body.  ‘Excuse me.’ You said, the merchant forced a smile and stepped back.  ‘Can I help you?’ You asked them politely, an eyebrow arched.  ‘Wow a month and you don’t remember us?’ Soap commented, your brow dropped and looked at the four large men.  ‘I’m sorry gentlemen but I've never met you before.’  ‘You’re playing that card?’ Price questioned, you glared at him and shook your head.  ‘Look you seem nice, yet it seems you have me confused with my twin brother.’ You lied to them, they faces twisted before amusement took over their faces.  ‘Your twin has the same scar on his shoulder?’ Price’s hand reached up and rested on your bicep, his fingers moved the sleeve out the way to reveal the pale scar, you pulled your arm back to yourself.  ‘We are identical.’ You spat out, you quickly paid the merchant far too much for your items, ‘Now I must go.’ You said to the men and walked away, they looked confused but let you disappear out their sight.

‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Ghost asked, you should’ve jumped but you had seen them sneak in when you were stood out in your garden.   ‘Seems like you already knew.’ You commented, the washing set on the counter, salt from the sea had clung to them.  ‘You tried to tempt luck?’ Ghost stated, he almost sounded annoyed as they watched you fold the clothes, not sparing them a second look.  ‘Your luck had already been tempted.’ You said, you placed the white shirt down.  ‘What does that mean?’ Soap asked, you flattened your hand over the shirt before you exhaled and turned to them, your lower back pressed against the counter.  ‘Have you all truthfully thought that your luck had turned?’ You questioned them, slowly the four of them started to nod.  ‘Yeah.’ Price replied, you rubbed your lips together.  ‘You were getting the loot because I was on your ship.’ You told them, they looked amused.  ‘So, you control fate now?’ Simon asked, you pressed your tongue against the back of your teeth as you refrained from snapping back.  ‘No, I control the sea.’ You informed them, they looked at you with straight faces before they started to laugh, ‘Yeah, it’s hilarious right?’ You commented and walked away from them, they quickly sobered up and watched as you opened a cupboard.   ‘What are you doing?’ Gaz questioned, it was the first he had spoken all day.  ‘Come on, you can’t be mad at us, no one controls the sea.’ Soap said, you ignored them as you pulled the container out the cupboard, carefully you twisted and sat it at the wooden table they surrounded.  ‘A jar of dirt?’ Gaz asked, you shut the cupboard door and turned around.  You remained silent as you unscrewed the lid, your hand dipped into the mixture of dirt and sand before you pulled it out, the seashell held in your grasp. The men watched as you held you hand out, allowing them to see the shell before your fingers tightened around it and the outer cracked open. You tilted your hand and the cracked shell tumbled to the ground, you held onto the piece of paper which you held up and allowed them to read.

‘When I receive a name, I board it in a way of seeing whether the ship and its crew survive or if they get sunk to the bottom of the sea.’ You explained, you set the paper on the table, on top of the sand, ‘If the crew mates fail the task then they are guided down to Davy Jones where he greets them with open arms.’ You finished, none of them spoke.  ‘We’ve survived right, we aren’t going to sink now that you’ve left?’ Soap questioned.  ‘She hasn’t left.’ Price replied quickly, you looked at him before you turned back to Soap.  ‘No, you passed with flying colours, so now I move onto the next.’  ‘Just like that?’ Price asked, you stared at him, neither of you moving before Simon pushed up and gestured to Soap and Gaz.  ‘You should go with your crew.’ You directed it at Price as he stayed focused on the side of your face.  ‘You’re part of the crew.’ Price said, the others silently walked away in order for you and Price to have a conversation.  ‘Price I cannot board that ship again.’ You told him, it was the only rule you ensured you followed but as his blue eyes pleaded with you, you considered breaking it.  ‘Why not?’ He questioned.  ‘Davy Jones would come and collect me, ridding of anything that crossed his path.’ You explained.  ‘I would stand with you till my last breath.’ Price admitted, he stepped forward and trapped you between himself and the counter.  ‘You might but I won’t let you suffer because you believe you like me.’ You told him.  ‘Like you?’ He asked, a hand reached up and gently took a hold of your chin, ‘You have invaded my every thought, day and night you take over my mind like a plague.’ Price said softly, you held eye contact with him.  ‘As have you but I can’t go against the rules of the sea or all will suffer.’ You warned him, his brows furrowed slightly.  ‘All will suffer?’  ‘If I stay with you, with the crew, the seas will rage and all those who depend on it will suffer, death and decay will show if I follow my heart.’ You told him and placed a hand on his chest, the heat radiated through the thin shirt, his heartbeat quickened.  ‘My heart wants to be on that ship with you, but I cannot let innocents suffer.’ You truthfully told him.  ‘So, this is it?’ He asked, you nodded as you slid your hand from his chest up to his jaw, he closed his eyes.  ‘You know where I live Captain John Price, don’t be a stranger.’ You warned him, you leaned closer and pressed your soft lips against his cheek, he sighed.  ‘Very well.’ He pulled back from you, his soft eyes searched your face.  He gave you a nod before he turned away, you reached out before you could stop yourself, he twisted back to you, ‘If the seas are against you, open this.’ You swiped the small locket off the counter and placed it into his hand, the circle pendant sat in the centre of his hand.  ‘You open this and I will feel it, no matter where you are.’ You told him, you carefully curled his fingers around it before you made eye contact with him. 

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[starryevermore]

I have a request! How would y/n react to the moon boys coming in their pants before they can have sex? All I can think about is a flustered Steven and that he’d have tears in his eyes due to embarrassment.

made a right mess ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

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request: I have a request! How would y/n react to the moon boys coming in their pants before they can have sex? All I can think about is a flustered Steven and that he’d have tears in his eyes due to embarrassment. - @spider-starry

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley 

word count: 1,032

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, implied smut, little bit of bondage, not proofread

Teasing your sweet, sweet Steven was your favorite pastime. It was so easy to get him worked up. Poor fella was so touch-starved that the first time the two of you had sex together, he came the second that you put your hands on him. Though his stamina did improve, if you pushed his buttons just right, he would come undone in the palm of your hands. And, oh, you relished in it. 

His sweet, breathy moans. The way he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck. How he’d beg and plead and whine. Fuck, it was enough to make you come undone, if you were being honest. Your favorite, though, was well—

“Oh no,” Steven would mumble, looking at the mess he’d made.

You wouldn’t say anything at first. Too surprised at what happened. You’d intended to tease him, you meant for him make such a beautiful mess. But he hadn’t done something like this before, not even when he was inexperienced. 

“‘m sorry,” he’d say. When you’d look up at him, you’d see the tears in his eyes, the flush in his cheeks. “I-I—”

“Shh,” you’d finally say. You reached up, running your thumb across his cheek, swiping away the tears. “Love it when you make a mess, Steven. Love seeing how worked up you get for me.”

He leaned in, hiding his face, like he was still ashamed of what he did. “Mean it?”

You kissed the top of his head, reaching up and smoothing out his messy curls. “Course I do, Steven. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” You gave his hair a gentle tug, urging him to look back at you. When his head raised, you nuzzled your nose against his. “You’re my sweet, sweet Steven. It’s my job to take care of you, yeah? And if that means you make a right mess, then I’ve done my job well, hm?”

Steven nodded, his eyes fluttered shut. “Can we…Can you do it again?”

You smiled, pressed a kiss to his lips. “Since you asked so sweetly, your wish is my command.”

It was shocking how easy it was to get Marc worked up. Like Steven, he wasn’t touched very often. Granted, Marc chose not to be touched—always keeping folks at arms length. That is, until he met you. It was a slow build up, him getting comfortable around you. He used to shy away from your touches. Regarded you with that guarded look. You were Steven’s girl, after all. He didn’t think you had any love reserved for him. 

But now, as you straddled his lap, grinding down on his clothed cock, his fingers digging into your hips, head thrown back as he moaned loud enough for the entire building to hear, you knew that he knew you loved him fully, wholly, and truthfully. 

“Mine,” you whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? All mine to use?”

“Yours,” he echoed, head dipping forward. His teeth scraped at the exposed skin of your neck. You grinded down harder. “Just want you, baby. Just wanna make you happy.”

“You do,” you said. You held onto his shoulders to give you a better angle. “You make me the happiest woman in the world—”

“Fuck—” Marc sniffed. He buried his face further in your neck. You paused your movements, pulling back to get a better look at him. “I-I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” you cooed, cupping his face in your hands. “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.”

Your neck became wet with his tears. Oh, Marc. Life had been too cruel to him. You lifted a hand, scratching at his scalp. He let out a choked sob, then mumbled, “I didn’t mean to ruin this.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, baby,” you said. “You’re safe. No one’s mad at you. Okay? I’m not mad at you. I just want you to be comfortable. If you wanna take a break, if you don’t wanna continue, that’s okay. We can pop in a movie, order some greasy takeout—do anything you want.”

Marc was quiet for a moment, then mumbled, “I think I wanna take a break. Just a couple minutes.”

“You can take as long as you need, baby.”

Jake would be annoyed. He didn’t like being teased. No, no, he was the one who was supposed to be the one doing the teasing. He was the one supposed to be making you fall apart. He was the one who was supposed to be making a mess of you. But when you manage to flip the script? Manage to convince him to let you tie him up? Settle on his lap, teasing him like it’s your goddamn job? Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, he’s annoyed. 

So when he cums in his fucking underwear like some teenage boy about to have sex for the first time? He’s damn near pissed. And worse, you start giggling at him. Giggling! Fucking giggling!

“It’s not that funny,” he grunted, pulling at his restraints, trying to get out. “Wait til I get outta here and show you just how funny it is.”

“Awe, baby, it’s okay,” you coo, leaning down, nuzzling your nose against his. You let out another giggle. “Everybody makes a mess sometimes.”

“I hate you,” he grumbled. 

“Mm, I don’t know about that. Don’t think you’d cum in your pants if you hated me all that much, don’t you?”

Finally, Jake managed to break free from his restraints. Before you could even think to react, he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you onto your back. You let out a gasp. He held your wrists together in one hand, the other slipping down beneath your waistband, teasing at your clit. You moaned, arching your back against him. But, oh, he was not there to see you enjoy yourself. 

“Jake!” you gasped when he pulled away, just as the coil in your stomach began to tighten. 

“Nuh uh, honey. None of that,” he cooed. “I gotta show you what happens when you tease me, yeah? Gotta show you it ain’t very nice of you to do that.”

And, oh, did he keep that promise. 

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[mayaflowerxs]

PIZZA FOR ONE

Synopsis: Having your bank account frozen ends in you giving the delivery guy a different kind of payment which he can’t find a reason to say no to. Before the two of you know it, pizza will be delivered to you for the rest of the week afterwards.

Warning: SMUT , swear word usage, cheating, pizza delivery guy!Jungwoo x customer!Reader, Rich reader and somewhat broke Jungwoo. Pizza place is pretty oblivious, masochist, enticing reader, slightly aged up reader. Creampie, size kink, switch Jungwoo, exhibitionism and dumbification.

Pairing: Jungwoo x reader

TAEIL

Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES

You weren’t short on money. You know that much, the four expensive cars outside and the very expensive and large mansion that you live alone in says otherwise. Only other people inside are the maids and the occasional hook up. A woman in her early thirties living such a care free life with no worries of a pointless marriage and debts. At a young age where you are able to relax while others still bust their ass for 15 dollars an hour. You were truly lucky, grateful and prideful for having accomplished such achievement. Maybe the world was on your side the night you met Jungwoo though. A delivery boy who you should’ve only exchanged a few words and part ways. It wasn’t until you got the call five minutes prior that your account would be shut down for protection of a sudden breach. Whoever the fool was trying to get to your millions surely did you a favor. Frustrated that you had absolutely no cash with you, going through every wallet through every cabinet and every pocket of your clothes and not even a dollar in sight. The doorbell could be heard and with nothing else to offer you embrace yourself to face the musty buffoon you’d had to suck off.

Face a scowl and brows furrowed as you come down the stairs. A red silk gown covering your bare body. Opening the door and you freeze when meeting eyes with a tall fella. Blond hair and pearly white teeth are seen as he greets you. Sun had already gone down and it was dark outside, eyeing him up to see how well fit he was. He looked young, early twenties and face filled with energy and life. Red cap on his head that goes with his attire. A tag on his shirt that reads, ‘Jungwoo’. The outfit having you bite the inside of your cheek. A pool beginning to build down below. “It’ll be 14.99.” He smiles brightly, hand resting on the door. You reach over and grab the pizza from him. Eyes widening from the sudden action, even more when you pull him inside.

“Do you take sex as payment?”

He gulps.

Never did he think this would happen. I mean he’s seen it in porn, a fantasy really and now here he stands and he is finally experiencing his deepest wishes with the most beautiful babe he’s come across. He’d be absolutely mad if he were to reject you. Leaning down to kiss you, you quickly reciprocate and hook an arm around his neck. Feeling him lift you off the ground, large hands pulling your legs to wrap around his skinny waist. Pizza long forgotten as it was dropped on the ground, door slightly left ajar as he walks you two over to your large living room. His large hand caressing your soft thigh as he lays you on the couch, climbing on top of you as he begins to deepen the kiss. Teeth clashing as he sucks on your bottom lip, hungry to get more of your taste. Seeming starved, poor boy mustn’t have gotten much action lately. Pushing off your silk robe to cup your breasts. Large hands grabbing all of your breasts as he begins to massage them that has you rolling your eyes in comfort. A pleasant sigh is heard as Jungwoo brings a knee up to your clothed cunt. A small moan leaves your mouth as he leans his head to scatter small kisses to your neck, sticking his tongue out as he licks a strip up the skin. Teeth softly biting down until red appears. Smirking when your hips begin to lift off the cushion. Chest coming in contact with his the more he rubs you. Legs widening to give him more space and invite more of the pleasuring feeling he’s giving you.

Lowering his lips until they rest on top of your breasts, eyes looking up at you. Silently demanding you to watch him suck hickies all over your tits. A reminder of this night for days. Pulling your bra down as his lips suck on your nipple, attached and obsessed with them that has you cooing at him softly when he looks up at you with those soft puppy eyes. A hand running through his blonde hair, back slightly arching up wanting more of him. Hissing when his knee bucks up to you again, bottom lip biten down hard the more you try to compress your moans. Pushing him away, you unclip your bra and tug at his shirt. Article of clothing were dropped on the floor. His blouse, your robe, bra, pants, shoes and underwear. A trail of clothes everywhere that is clear enough of what actions are going down. Heels still on as Jungwoo makes sure to keep them wrapped around his waist. His boxers still on as he keeps sucking your skin red, hands love touching every inch of your skin as you fall victim to his touch. Head too fuzzy and only thing you can do is take in the euphoric feeling of his hands.

But as greedy as you are, you wanted more. Deciding he’s had enough playtime, you pushing him back until you were straddling him. Winking at his shocked expression as you begin to grind your exposed heat down to his bulge. A rather loud moan leaves his mouth as he didn’t anticipate the feeling to feel this great. Hands immediately going to your waist as he helps you continue to grind on his lap. Chest rising rapidly. Pulling his boxers off him, he hissed lightly by the sudden breeze of the cool air hitting him. Dick prompting on his stomach as soon as it’s released from the confinement, red and veiny as a trail of precum falls out of the tip. Mouth watering as you lose little patience. A strong need to suck the pizza delivery boy dry until he can’t take no more.

Sticking your tongue out, you lick a long strip at his underside. Loving the way he tenses and the hairs on him sticks up by the chills your tongue sends him. Soft kisses sent to his red tip as more precum oozes out of him, gladly licking it up as you suck more of him in. Spitting and stroking him, you take all of him in. Eyes never looking away from his pleasured one. Eyes shut, wrinkled on his forehead as his Adam’s apple becomes prominent the harder he swallows. Chest heaving that has you running your hand softly up at his abs. Sucking him, he groans at the tightness. Loving the feeling of your mouth fitting so perfectly around him. Even with how big he was you still took all of him easily. Fondling his balls that has him jerking forward. Hitting the very back of your throat that has you digging your nails into him. Grabbing his hand where you move to rest on top of your head, he immediately picks up on your intentions and grips it. Thrusting upwards, he hissed with how great the feeling was, gagging on his cock but not doing anything to move away from him. Letting him use you as he pleased and so he does.

“So close.” He murmurs as he concentrates in fucking his semen down your throat. Furrowed brows as he keeps your head in place and continues fucking your throat. Praises coming out of his mouth while still calling you such lewd names. “What a whore, being so good for the pizza delivery guy. Letting me use your mouth however I please, good girl.” You loved it. It sent a bigger arousal down south that only had you rolling your eyes back as he continues his relent. His grunts get louder until finally he spills inside you, warm ropes of his cum that you gladly swallow. Straddling him and proudly opening your mouth to show him you swallowed all of him like the big girl you are. A loud smack to your ass has you biting your lip. A grin on your face as you feel the excitement rise, the anticipation killing you as all you want is for him to simply fuck the shit out of you.

Before you can desperately demand him to fuck you, he sits you back in the couch. Getting on his knees in front of you as he spreads your legs. A shit eating grin on his face as he winks at you and dives right in. A gasp from you as you feel his tongue come in contact with your clit. Head tilted back, legs spreading further for him to have more space. Top of his hair is only visible as he’s buried in you. Large hands having a tight hold on your quivering thighs, your hand gripping the couch tightly as he keeps his relent on you. Sounds of slurping vibrates throughout the house, the chandelier above you two glimmering it’s white shiny light upon you two. Making the sweat that’s beginning to form on both of your skins, apparent.

You begin to shake. The feeling of his tongue so euphoric you know you won’t last. Muttering out quick, ‘please’s like a mantra as you feel your high rise. Cursing fuck however many times you can while he tongues you through your orgasm. Chills running throughout your body as you climax on his tongue, a loud rumble that comes from Jungwoo as he takes in the sweet taste of you. Pulling away, a lazy smile on his face as you notice his glistened chin, covered in your essence. Biting your lip as you wipe it off with your thumb, keeping your hold on his chin as you pull him closer. Faces only inches away you whisper to him, “Fuck me.”

Jungwoo couldn’t stop. Hours past from what was suppose to be his initial return. He knows if he even bothers returning he will get an earful and if he’s unlucky, fired. But how could he when he was finally laying out his fantasies? Loud echoes of moans and grunts with the mixture of skin clapping and squelching noises, Heaven to his ears that he can’t seem to get enough of. Hips practically moving on it’s own as he keeps fucking into you. Cock completely covered in your slick as he fucks yet another orgasm out of you. Face scrunched as he has his entire attention on you and only you. Punishing himself to not cum yet as he still wants you to continue climaxing. He loves how well he’s doing. He loves the whiny praises that falls out of your mouth and your nails leaving a long red trail down his back. A sucker for pain he never thought would be a kink of his. A leg thrown over his shoulder as he plunged deeper in you, a shit eating grin on his face when you get louder. Small tears rolling down your face as for the past three rounds he hasn’t given you a single rest. A hand grasping your chin to get you to look at him, eyes finding his as he taps your cheek to open your mouth. Leaning closer, he spits. And you swallow gratefully.

Hair disheveled while your breasts bounce with every hard thrust he makes, body reacting so well for him. Loving how sensitive you are when he rubs quick circles on your clit. “You close?” He asks you mischievously, already planning for a fourth round. Grunting loudly when you squeeze him tightly. Losing his rhythm and train of thought that now has you grinning deviously. Arms wrapped around his neck as you begin to suck dark hickies on his neck. “So fucking close, be a good boy and fuck your cum in me.” Shocked given he’s fucking you raw, he hesitates but feels reassured when you run a hand through his hair. Voice lowered and whinier, much closer to his ear. “I’m on the pill baby, please. Want all of you.” Picking up his usual fast pace, he no longer cares about preventing himself from not climaxing, a desire to get you full of his semen, he doesn’t stop.

Loud clapping, loud grunts, loud moans. Arms wrapped around you tightly as his mouth begins to drop with the sensitivity of his dick rushing all over him. The familiar knot beginning to form before it breaks, a tightness constricts until finally he’s groaning through his release. Head looking down and seeing with every thrust he makes, ropes of white begins to ooze out of you. Covering his dick and painting your walls. A sight he never wants to stop seeing. Exhausted and sweaty, he tiredly stares up at you when he feels you cup his face and tilt his head up.

“Don’t think this will be the last time we’ll ever do this.” You wink at him. The pleasurable feeling rushing back down to his dick and once more, hardening it for another round.

“One more?” He slightly pleads.

Jungwoo luckily didn’t get fired. An ear full from his manager though, and yet no matter what he was yelled at, he didn’t care. For by the end of the week, he’s back to making terrible mistakes. Technically he wasn’t lying to his girlfriend when he says he’s at work. He just doesn’t specify exactly what goes on during his hours of work. For four days, he’s been with you. Whether he purposely delivers to your house or you come to him. A shock it was the first time you came down to the pizza place. Jungwoo right back to his usual attire, not many people were working and only one in the back. Gulping when he sees how transparent your top was, a perfect view of your plump breasts in full display. Forcing himself to not jump over the counter and have his way with you.

About to follow work policy and ask what you would like, he’s taken aback when you lean over and kiss him. Thankful the cameras were down at the moment in need of repair. Plump lips kissing yours as he leans closer to you. Sun already down and only a half an hour before closing, he forgets momentarily there was still someone just behind the oven warmers covering their view of them. Pulling away, you rest your forearms on the counter and look up at him innocently. “Get rid of her.” “Who? Beth?” Pointing to his coworker that is humming a soft tune at the back, you nod. “How? I’m not exactly the manager-“ “Make an excuse Jungwoo, I want you right here, right now.” You demand him sternly. Like a dog obeying orders, he nods and make his way to the back. Washing the utensils, Beth feels a tap to her shoulder and looks over to a bothered looking Jungwoo standing before her.

“Hey Jungwoo!” “Hi… look Beth you should better go home already.” “What? Why? Is there something wrong?” “No, just that we only have less than thirty minutes. Besides I can clean up around here myself. It’s the least I can do after I had you cover my shift without asking you.” Rolling her eyes playfully she smiles. “Well you do owe me.” Chuckling nervously, He watches her dry her hands and take the apron off her. “Well, good luck Woo. Bye!” “Bye…” he watches her grab her things and leave from the back exit. Once the door shut closed, he was back to the register. Seeing you lock the door and turn the open sign to closed, you turn the lights off. Only light emitting is from the LED’s and those of the back. Still, he can make you out perfectly. Walking over to him slowly and seductively that drives him wild.

Not waiting a second to kiss you, he lifts you up on the counter. “Missed me?” A small mewl erupts from his throat that gives you enough of an answer. Grabbing his hand and moving it to your covered cunt, a patch of your underwear damp. Forehead lying on top of yours, he begins to feel the tightness of his pants again. In the distance, his phone begins to ring in his cubby. Wanting to ignore it, he finds it incredibly hard when only getting to removing your shirt and bra and still, his phone won’t stop ringing. “I’m sorry.” Jogging over to shut his phone off, he tenses when he sees the icon image of him and his girlfriend.

Babe

Shutting the phone off, he walks back to you. Head tilted to the side as a brow is raised, “Girlfriend?” Sighing, he nods. It didn’t take long for you to find out he’s already in a relationship. How could he not? A fine young gentlemen like him, the mannerism and the smoking hot body. Surprised he’s hasn’t been cuffed yet to a wife.

You didn’t mind. If anything it only made him even more attractive. Having an innocent looking face and yet doesn’t hesitate to cheat on his girlfriend to satisfy an older woman of her needs. One who is willing to put his relationship and job on the line for sex. What a cutie. All the more reason why you want to keep him around. You want to fix him, make him become your pet. And it seems you don’t have to work too hard, with only a chesire smile and a finger curling for him to come closer, you have him wrapped around your finger entirely.

“Spend the night with me.”

He obeyed. A blissful round of sex in his work that was later moved over to your house. Phone left in the car as he fucks you all throughout the night. The living room, kitchen, bottom of the stairs, bedroom and bathroom. Determined to make every room in your house a memory of the night he fucked you stupid, and he did. Eyes constantly rolling back as he hits places you thought wasn’t possible. Ripping hard shaking orgasms out of you and have you unable to stand. To use you like a sex toy only for him to be used like one as well. Clothes discarded everywhere and sheets all over the floor. By morning, the maids come through the door with a look of shock but regardless kept their opinions to themselves. Ignoring the bashful blond who jogs down the stairs, shoes in hands with hair disheveled. Dark hickies and red scratches going down his neck. Reeking of sex and lips swollen, he shyly bows at them respectfully before making his way out of your house. A contented sigh is heard when you come down the stairs, a cup of coffee served to you as you look through your socials.

A silence in the house that you liked kept that way. Silence for you to think about you’re next visit. Scrolling through a page filled with pictures of Jungwoo, cute captions and heartfelt paragraphs. A page that of his girlfriends that reveal to the world just how truly in love she is with him. Recent a week ago that mentions a two year anniversary. Precisely the day your card got declined.

Jungwoo couldn’t believe it. Who on earth lets a sole employee to run a pizza place on a Sunday? Customer after customer, he worked tirelessly. It seemed he was about to pass out any second, he might as well quit with how fed up he is with his job. Running back and forth and when six o’clock hits and suddenly the line of customers simmers down. He finally leans behind a wall and takes a much needed sip of cold water. When the bell is heard from the door, he mentally groans in his head but freezes when he sees you there. Day immediately getting much better. An instinct from his dick to get excited and grow twice it’s size at the sight of you. Knowing that with you, no stress could ever come from your visit.

And as he expected, happened. Currently on your knees and dick in his mouth. Shocked by how large this man can truly get. Spitting and stroking him, teasing his red tip as the veins get prominent. Loud groans from him, anyone outside would be able to see an out of breathe Jungwoo. Your figure just out of sight because of the counter, your mouth feeling so good he doesn’t catch a person walking in. “Jungwoo!” Jumping back, he grabs your hair to keep you in place. Eyes widened as he shocked to see none other than his girlfriend standing in front of him.

“Lia?” His voiced slightly high pitched. Arms crossed as she frowns at him. “What uh…what are you doing here?” Desperately trying to not make much focus on your wet tongue licking long strips. Cheeks hollowing as your hands massage his balls. The lubrication creating a squelching sound that Jungwoo tries to cover up by clearing his throat and smacking the register box. “I’m here to talk to you. Jungwoo I haven’t seen you since our anniversary! Hell we didn’t even have a real one because you came home so late and passed out on the couch before we even got to dinner!”

“I’ve been-“ gasping when you begin to bob your head, tip hitting the very back of your throat. Nails dig into the marble counter. “Busy!…not many employees and so I have to take double shifts.” Scoffing, she shakes her head in disbelief. “Jungwoo I’m you’re girlfriend! I shouldn’t have to beg you to hang out with me!” “Then don’t!” He bites the inside of his cheek when you take him further. God you felt tight.

Noticing him fidgeting, she’s about to question it when he interrupts her. “Look Lia, I really need to get back to work.” “I’m not going anywhere Jungwoo we need to talk about this now!” The bell dings again and in enters a customer. “At home.” He simply says, gritting his teeth as he tries to hold back from his orgasm and forces a smile to the customer. “Hello, how may I help you?” With a huff, Lia stomps on her heel and walks out. A prideful smile rested on your face as you notice his jaw clenched and hand slightly shaking when he’s putting in the order. Hand gripping the counter harshly when he hands the customer his change. Bottom lip bleeding by how hard he’s biting, his other hand gripping your head tightly. Holding back hard enough until the customer walks out to wait inside his car. As soon as the door closes, he holds your head still and begins to fuck your face, “Take it.” He tells you hungrily. Eyes meeting as he continues to choke you on his dick until the familiar hot sperm is shot deep inside your throat.

Swallowing, you wipe some of it off your face and lick it. Opening your mouth and show him how well you took him, his head feels fuzzy. Eyes fully dilated and list completely overtaking him, it takes everything in him to not simply lock the door and fuck you until all you know is his dick. Maybe another day.

It’s been a month since the usual visitation began. Your bank account now having a long list of takeout from the same pizza place. A knock almost every night by the same man. Leaving with a pizza and returning with money along with a content look. But now, it’s different. Now he visits you outside of work. At your house when he’s able to escape the nagging of his girlfriend and spend the rest of his evening with you. The sex is still going, amazing as always but now, Jungwoo is as obsessed as ever.

You notice the twinkle in his eyes and can’t help but coo at him. You ignore the possibility that the man might be gaining some feelings for you, simply so that it’s easier to not get attached. Like many other times before, Jungwoo isn’t the first victim that has fallen into your trap. Like many others, he too have bought your twisted games and just like him, became obsessed with you. And like the others, it won’t be long until you leave him too.

Well that’s what you say.

It started with breakfast in bed. Nothing new, your other fellow pass timers did the same. Then it was the small gestures. Helping you comb your hair, compliment your outfit, help take off your makeup and help give you such products when putting them on. A hand lend out to you when going down the stairs and opening the door for you. One month become two and before you know, half a year goes by and you can’t seem to let him go.

The usual foggy windows are formed, chest rising heavily with each intake of breath. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other as the leather seats get wet with the mixture of both your essence and his cum. Car felt hot and yet the both of you couldn’t stop having sex. It was getting risky. The two of you were always reckless with the sex. At his job, at your job, at his house, at the park, in the movie theaters, public restroom, hell even in the middle of the road where a car occasionally drove by. But now, having sex in his driveway where his girlfriend is quite literally right inside the house. The ultimate ‘not giving a damn’. And while Jungwoo the usual anxious boy he is, no longer feels as such. Confident with the growing development of your relationship. Confident if things were to go south, he will still have you in the end and whether you’d like to admit it or not, he’s right.

Because as much fun it is to go from guy to guy, Jungwoo has ultimately attached himself to you without you even realizing it. “You want me?” You mumble in his ear. “Always.” He responds quickly. A soft kiss to your temple as he keeps his arms around you. Breathing becoming evened as he regains back some of his energy.

“Jungwoo.”

“Yes?”

Eyes looking up to meet yours, you yet again notice the twinkle in them. A soft look on his face as he smiles tiredly at you. You loved how cute he was. Even with the many sins he’s made, you love the fact that he made those sins because of you, for you. Put everything in jeopardy for you and unlike the others, has proven himself he’s willing to do anything for you. Anything to let him continue being around you. You noticed the small look of worry each time he does things to gain your heart. Worried you might get bored of him, and you notice the sourness that falls upon you each time he leaves and goes home only to give back the rest of his attention to his girlfriend.

You love that he’s yours and his girlfriend can’t come close to being on the same level as you and no matter how hard she tries, she won’t ever succeed in stealing his heart like you had. But you don’t love that she continues to hold the small bit of grip on him. Still clinging onto him and whatever is left of the relationship. And that, you can’t have anymore.

“Break up with your girlfriend.” You simply tell him.

Slightly shocked, his eyes dilated and a smile forms on his face, a statement never did he ever think he’d hear from you. And so with a soft kiss to your lips he was quick to agree.

“Okay.”

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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a Victor creed x female reader where reader is a mutant just like Victor but she has the same type of abilities as he does and this is like a love story filled with fluff and smut and Victor and reader both get married after dating and have six kids three boys and three girls and they end up having mutant abilities just like their parents if this isn't too troubling for you I understand 🥰 thank you and have a wonderful day

5 Times In Time

→pairing: Victor Creed x fem!reader

→warnings: 18+ SMUT at the end, some swear words

→notes: I took a different turn with the stories but stillllll, i didn't think it would be this long, enjoy

1 Meeting him

The battlefield was scattered throughout the country. No man, woman, child, or mutant was saved from the extreme pain the villains brought upon the doomed world, even without their help. The fire rained upon Y/N skin, burning like a slight ticket to the mutant skin capable of healing every would that touched her skin. Her nails extend far beyond imagined for the average human as she runs, jumps, and kicks her enemies while leaving no head attached to the shoulders. Her eyes landed on the famous cyclops and his partner as they huddled to talk about a newly formed plan which Y/N did not know yet. 'Y/N, there's new help coming in.' Cycopls said while his red-glasses covered eyes scanned the enemies' how many?!' she waited impatiently for the answer, his pointer and middle finger shooting up '2.' he replied, 'what?! There's no way only two people will help with hoards and hoards of monsters?!' 'believe me, those two will.' behind them, the now well-known Wolverine ran towards them, followed by a black-coated figure, his claws bouncing off the red glow of the fiery skin. 'who the fuck is that?!' Y/N shouts, her anger raging. The two muscled men stop their huffs loud and heavy. 'the names Victor darlin. don't use it too much now.' with an unmistakable glimmer in his eyes, Y/N felt the same glimmer glaze in her eyes.

2 Kiss kiss

'Victor…Victor…Victor…Victor…Victor…Victor!!!' Y/N shouted in the mansion, looking for the clawed fella. Her steps throttled on the expensive white marble, her eyes locking onto the most miniature scene of a black coat disappearing into the nearest hallway. Her feet took a strong left into the hallway seeing the cool-as-ice mutant leaning on the wall, one foot up on the wall, arms crossed, and his gaze on her. 'why didn't you respond to my calling?' she huffed, inching closer within arm's reach. 'I wanted to hear you use my name, little cat.' his tongue stayed longer on the cat, making it a strong 'tt' sound, irritating her ears. 'I told you don't call me that.' 'But you have no hero name, little cat. What should I call you then.' 'My name…Y/N.' she paused, feeling his hand grab hers, gently pulling her closer to him. 'You are cute when you huff and puff, similar to the wolf from little red riding hood.' Victor whispered, his lips staying on her right ear 'the wolf ate the grandma and little red. I did not eat anyone.' she responded, her hands staying on his muscular chest, feeling his heart beating steadily. 'Can I eat you?' he pulls back his lips in a wickedly naughty smile uncovering his white beastly teeth. 'We can make a deal. We are both reasonable, right?' y/n answered with a question, feeling a strong urge to kiss his lips. inching closer and closer their lips…'No kissing!' a voice erupted. The pair turned to see a small, mean student looking at them both. Victor turns to his girl and says loud enough. 'Y/N, what's the time?' ' 1 pm. Why?' looking back at the kid, he answers, 'Lunchtime.' The child's eyes open in shock, running to get cover and leaving the couple alone again as they continue their interrupted moment.

3 I wanna make it pop, pop

'Vic, come on, we are late. We will miss it.' y/n shouted at the mutant as she stood at the top of the hill, waiting for her protector to catch up with her. 'Darlin, you may be younger, but I am over 134 years old. I am an old man. Give me a break!' he retorted as he finally reached her. huffing out, Y/N sits on the blanket, pulls the man down, and sits next to each other 'If we missed it, you are sleeping on the couch for the next five weeks, no negotiation.' 'it's just fireworks!' 'Yeah, but it's only once a year, and I haven't seen it live yet. I want to see it with you.' Victor leans on her, his hands caressing her tight 'Is that so?' 'Not going to work, Creed. Now stop. It's starting.' The frameworks sound first and pop off the explosion of colors, sizes, and shapes. The midnight sky colors itself with the iridescent light sparks letting the people and mutants below enjoy the view that was present once a year. Victor stops to gaze at the sky and looks at his love, her eyes mirroring the scene unfolding between them, his heart rumbling and talking to him in the form of a robust crescendo-like heartbeat rhythm. His hands find the back pocket, and he presents it to her. She looks down for a wink and witnesses a ring. she looks at him, her gaze holding thousands of questions. 'I wanted to pop this question from the moment I kissed you. What do you say, little cat? Can I call you my wife?' 'Only if I can call you daddy in 9 months.' she pulls his hand, letting it rest on her stomach. 'You just made me the happiest in all my lifetime.'

4 2+1=4?

'I am not popping any more kids for you, Creed. The twins are more than enough!' Victor laughed at his wife's statement walking closer to her and pecking her expecting lips. 'However, will I change your mind, my little cat?' Punching his chest, she answers, 'By stopping calling me little cat, I am your wife, call me appropriately.' 'You have a punch…wife. But still, the twins are now 3, and we might as well have at least one more kid so they can have each other to lean on.' 'Are you talking about your kids? the same ones that ate sand yesterday! Those are your stupid gens. I will die happily enough knowing that they will learn how to use scissors not and adequately stab each other. Plus, I was delivering them for …' '12 hours. I know I was there with you every second of it. I messaged your stomach, was there when you had contractions, and fed you.' He cut her off, holding his stance towards his love. 'Congrats, you did the bare minimum while I was doing the most brutal stuff ever.' 'You really are something, wife. So feisty and stubborn.' he leans down to kiss her forehead, his hands caressing her back. 'I do love that. Especially in the bedroom.' his voice purred, and Y/N felt her knees go weak at the sounds. 'Well, I guess… maybe one more could be good…' she whispered, her cheek heating up.

5 Home Run

The bed creaked, and the sound of harsh skin slapping was heard. Y/n's head was on the pillow, her teeth biting the plush material, her hands holding onto the sheets as her mate rutted in her. His hips snapped back and forward, his pace slowly getting sloppier and slower, finishing in her. Victor looks at his woman, her skin, her eyes watering, and her lisp so damn kissable. Leaning down, he steals kisses from her, his tongue playing with hers as he massages her stomach, pulling slowly out. 'You think this is it?' he hushed; Y/N chuckled. 'Well, even if it didn't, I would mind repeating this. You always get so possessive when you want to breed me.' 'Have you seen yourself, pretty girl? That's the effect you have on me, and there is no medicine for it but just to fuck you and breed you.' Y/N looked at her big bad wolf, kissing his lips, her hands trailing all over his chest and arms, stopping at his left hand on the wedding band. 'You promised, remember?' 'You think I would break my promise to you? Never, I will kiss, lick, protect and fuck you until the end, sweetheart.' 'Damn right.'

If you like it, let me know.

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[lovebeinaprincessworld]

Challenging fate (Tom Riddle x reader)

soulmate!au

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Description: There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

Warnings: making out, violence

2778 words

It’s already been over two months that you spent in the 40s and you were rapidly approaching Christmas. You and Tom spent the autumn holidays together in the castle catching up on homework (which was quite a lot because your OWLs were next spring), walking around the grounds and hiding in desolated corners of the castle to make out. Not that Tom would ever call it something like that.

It felt like he was opening up to you more and more and you could feel the soulmate bound getting stronger with every moment you spent together, giving you hope that you could succeed. Not only for the sake of the world but also for your own, because you were getting more and more sure that you couldn’t ever go back and live without him.

Slughorn was having one of his eloquent parties for the first time this year, making his club members bring a date and of course you were going with Tom. Not that you wanted to, Slughorns parties were probably just as much of a wreck as they were in the future when Cormac convinced you to accompany him.

Giving your makeup its finishing touches you took one last look in the mirror, and then made your way down the stairs, satisfied with your look. Elsie was already waiting in the commonroom for you, having been invited by Abraxas (probably because she was an Abott, but she was excited so you were happy for her) and so you two left through the exit.

Tom and Abraxas were already waiting for you in the corridor and as soon as you were in reach, your soulmate pulled you into his arms. „You look ravishing“, he complimented you with a genuine smile, taking your hand and kissing it softly while maintaining eyecontact, making you flustered. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, damn. „You don’t look to bad yourself“, you smiled shyly looking at his elegant dressrobes and he kissed your cheek before leading you to Abraxas and Elsie with and arm around your waist.

When you arrived at the party Slughorn immediately came over as soon as he spotted you standing at a table in the corner and greeted his favorite student. „Ah Tom, I see you brought company! It’s nice to have you here Miss Granger“, Slughorn greeted you and eyed both of you with curiosity. You knew that he knew you were Toms girlfriend, but knowing Slughorn he hoped to get more information out of you two. He probably also thought Tom could do a lot better based on your performance in his class.

„Yes of course Professor, I trust you know Miss Granger. She is my girlfriend“, he smiled politely and Slughorn nodded along. „Yes of course, always a pleasure to have you in my class Miss Granger“, he said with a quick glance to you. Liar. But you could tell he wasn’t satisfied. „But tell me, are the rumors true my boy? Are you two really…?“, he let his unfinished question hang in the air and gestures between you two. „Yes sir, (Y/N) is my soulmate“, Tom confirmed and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at Slughorns curiosity.

„Ah how splendid indeed! You two really make a marvelous pair“, he seemed satisfied at last. „Oh Tom, let me introduce you to Mister Griffiths, he’s the Junior Assistent to the Minister“, Slughorn took of and expected Tom to follow him, but he looked back to you. „I’m going to be alright Tom, go“, you giggled and he nodded before kissing you on the cheek and following Slughorn.

Abraxas and Elsie had joined you after a minute or so and you were talking about the weird looking fella in the dark corner who looked ready to implode, when someone wrapped his arm around you from behind. „I’m sorry it took so long, Slughorn introduced me to more than one person after all“, Tom said close to your ear, making you shiver. You turned to him and gave him a reassuring smile.

„Cut him some slack, I mean he had to flaunt his star student to all these successful people“, you smiled and he couldn’t help but smile back. Right at that moment a camera flashed and you looked around to see the second year that was taking pictures tonight going on his merry way.

„Do you think we could get a copy of that?“, you wondered and finally looked back up at Tom who was already watching you. „I’ll make sure you get one“, he said with a smile, tugging a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

You were one of the last to leave the party, Slughorn not letting Tom escape so easily. Abraxas and Elsie had already left an hour ago, but finally Tom was able to bid his goodbye to his teacher, saying he had to escort me back to my commonroom. „Don’t forget to be a gentleman and protect her honor Tom!“, were Slughorns last words and you gagged internally because of that sexist bullshit.

Tom just nodded along politely and finally you stepped out of the room and made your way down the corridor. „God I’m so glad to be out of there“, you groaned and leaned your head against Toms upper arm. „What you didn’t enjoy it?“, Tom chuckled caressing the back of your hand. „I always enjoy spending time with you, Slughorn just can be really overwhelming sometimes“, you yawned and noticed that you were going the wrong way.

„This isn’t the way to the Hufflepuff commonroom“, you said confused and looked up. „I thought we could take a small detour to the Astronomy tower, there’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight“, he explained as you reached the stairs to the tower. „But it’s already after curfew and we’re only allowed to make our way back to our commomrooms after the party“, you said a little unsure and really not wanting to get detention.

„Come on love, I’m a prefect“, Tom rolled his eyes and helped you up the last few steps of the tower that were a little broken and not easy to navigate with your heels. „You’re not supposed to abuse your power you know“, you giggled and you two stood at the railing, looking up at the starry nightsky.

Tom stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest and making you smile contentedly. „You‘re worth abusing my power for“, he chuckled and you turned your head slightly to look in his face. Before you could answer he had already captured your lips with his, turning you around in the process.

He moved his mouth against yours softly, holding your cheek with one hand while gripping your waist firmly with the other. You loved the way he always held you so close, making you feel protected and safe, while kissing you senseless. Your own hands were gripping the front of his dressrobes, not caring if you wrinkled them and just needing something to hold onto when his tongue gently traced your lips and you slightly opened your mouth to meet it with yours.

You were always suprised when Tom was the one to deepen your kisses, as he was very persistent to not compromise your honor and always stopped before any serious fooling around could happen. You had to admit it was kind off sweet that he didn’t pressure you into anything, but you wouldn’t complain if you two did at least a little more.

Pulling away panting, you still had your eyes closed and before you could say anything you felt his lips on your neck. Suprised your eyes shut open, but closed again immediately when you felt him littering kisses all over your neck and down to your collarbone. “Tom”, you sighed, running your fingers through his neatly styled hair.

When he found the spot right under your collarbone that made you grip his hair tighter - the spot that was dangerously but excitingly close to the swell of your breasts - he started to suck on it gently, softly kissing it every few seconds and you let out a quiet moan. You couldn’t believe Tom Riddle was giving you a hickey. Your moan seemed to pull him back into reality and he detached his lips from you hesitantly.

You were still a little out of breath and blushed heavily when he stood up to his full height again, looking at you with a smirk. “You look so pretty right now”, he whispered and you averted your gaze shyly. His lips found your cheek and then he pulled you flush against his chest and whispered into your ear: “All mine.”

———————

The castle could be kinda scary, especially when it started to get dark early and curfew neared. Normally you avoided walking around alone (at the moment anyway), the Slytherin girls liked to corner you when they got the chance - which they didn’t get too often thankfully. But that evening you forgot your Herbology book in the library and you needed to finish that essay today, otherwise you’d get a T on it so you had no choice.

Rounding a corner, nearly being there, you skidded to a halt - coming face to face with Olive Hornby and her posse. “Look who we have here girls”, she laughed and her little friends joined in. This wasn’t going to end well, was it. “If it isn’t the little mudblood who thinks she’s Toms soulmate”, she continued taunting you and pulled out her wand. You were reaching for yours too, but she raised hers threateningly making you freeze in your motion.

“Don’t even think about it you filthy whore”, she spat and the girls behind her took out their wands too, making you take a step back. “I told you this before, leave Tom alone and stop lying about being his soulmate. We all know you did something to make him act like that. But you don’t seem to be listening so I think we need to teach you a little lesson, making sure that it sticks this time”, she grinned horribly and before you could defend yourself she pulled out a knife and the other girls stepped up to you and grinned, grabbing you and holding you in place.

Full on panicking now you tried to reason with her, eventhough you knew it was in vain. “Please Olive, I didn’t do anything!”, you cried out when she pulled up your skirt to expose your thigh. “I’m not lying!”, you shouted as she got close to your skin, but she was relentless. “Shut her up”, she spoke coldly and the brown haired girl to your right clamped your mouth shut.

And then you felt her dig into your flesh with the sharp knife, your screams being muffled by the hand on your mouth. But she wasn’t done after one cut, and the tears were streaming down your cheeks, your throat starting to hurt from your screaming and you were just mentally begging for Tom to feel something was wrong and rescue you. To hell with that, you were begging for just anybody to notice the situation and help you.

No energy left to scream anymore you were just sobbing into the girls hand, when Olive finally seemed to be done and the girls let you go, your body immediately crumbling on the floor. “Let that be a reminder”, Olive whispered in your tearstained face and the group left you there, their laughter fading in the hallway.

You stayed there, leaning against the wall with blood running down your thigh. Your eyes focusing on your wound, you realized she carved the word liar into your thigh and you choked up, just hoping that it could be healed without leaving a scar. Calling you mean names and shit, okay you could handle that. But this? Merlin, this was something else, you thought pulling down your skirt in shame.

You were trying to get yourself to stand up, but with the pain in your leg you weren’t sure you could even move. Turns out you didn’t have to, because Tom came striding down the hallway, seeing you sit there in your own blood, with tears still falling. His face became almost unrecognizable with the anger that took over, and for the first time you did get why people were scared of him.

“I knew something was wrong, what happened?”, his voice was sharp and on edge and he knelt down next to you. Not yet finding your voice, you lifted a shaking hand and pulled up your skirt, showing him the letters on your skin. He immediately scowled at your leg, pulling out his wand and muttering an incarnation under his breath, the word slowly healing and the pain fading away until there was only a dull ache left.

With another flick of his wand, he cleaned up the blood and instead of trying to get more information out of you, he helped you up onto your shaky legs. Eventhough the pain and wound were gone, you were still shaken to the core. But before you could try and take a step Tom gently picked you up and started walking down the corridor. “You don’t have to-“, you started to whisper but he interrupted you, his hard gaze still fixed infront of you: “I do.”

Turning another corner, he pushed open the door to a seemingly abandoned classroom. The chairs were stacked onto the few desk that were placed messily around the room, cobwebs were hanging onto every surface and the dust was at least a finger thick on the windowsills, laying there untouched. Tom spotted a bay window in the corner, which was lined with a few pillows that he cleaned with a flick of his head, and you were astonished. You really understood for the first time that he wasn’t only smart, but how powerful he really was, performing wandless nonverbal spells at that age (or ever).

Carefully he set you down and lit the candles that were sitting on various surfaces around you- again with a tiny head movement. Then he turned his attention back to you, his eyes deadly, looking as if he was ready to murder someone. “Who did this?”, he asked quietly, radiatiating so much dominance without even raising his voice.

“It-“, your voice broke, sore from your screaming and you cleared your throat. “It was uhm Hornby”, you answered him with a strained voice, your throat hurting and you pulled your feet up on the cushion, hugging yourself. “I am going to kill her”, he seethed suddenly losing the cool demeanor he put on before, and you winced.

He was about to turn around, but you pushed through the pain: “Tom!” At the sound of your desperate voice he stopped in his track, seemingly debating if he should go after whoever hurt his soulmate or comfort his soulmate because she was hurt. “Please”, you whispered - because no matter how much you hated Olive, you didn’t want anything (life threatening) to happen to her - and he raised his eyes, meeting yours.

You just raised your arms and that was the last push he needed to come back, gently pulling you into his arms and sitting next to you, holding you firmly. You buried your face in his chest and now that you were finally in the safety of your soulmates arms, the adrenaline wore off and the tears that you held back were silently falling.

“What did she say?”, he asked and you contemplated not telling him, but then again you wanted to get it out, feeling like it would help you. “She…she said I should leave you alone”, your hoarse voice being the only sound in the room, “and to stop lying about being your soulmate.” You could feel his heart speed up and his body slightly tensing up with rage, but he stayed silent and continued holding you.

“Please love, don’t let them get to you, you are my soulmate no matter what they say”, he told you with a soft voice, “Hornby is just bitter that no one is interested in her so she seems to be hallucinating her own reality.” That did in fact get a small giggle out of you and Tom kissed your forehead and continued holding you late into the night.

You couldn’t hold him off of Hornby forever though, and so when you saw Hornsby stepping into the Hall for breakfast the next morning she (and her posse) looked shaken to the core, constantly flinching at every little thing, eventhough there weren’t any physical marks and you worried what Tom and his gang did to them.

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The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

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IX X - where lines overlap XI

Y/N shook the her colleague's hand, excusing herself and leaving the room hand-in-hand with Joey, walking through the clinic’s waiting room, heading towards the exit.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice spoke close by, startling the pair.

She stopped dead on her tracks, completely caught off-guard.

“Jack? Hi!”

The doctor saw him get up, coming to greet her with a peck on the cheek. She couldn’t help but notice that he smelled heavenly.

It took him a little while to register Joey's presence, as she stood behind her mother’s legs, keeping a tight grip on the hand that held hers. As soon as he did see her, he crouched down so he could meet her gaze. The resemblance to Y/N was uncanny, her eyes as wide, glowing with curiosity and wonder as the eyes of the fiery teenager he had known all those years ago once did.

“Hey, kiddo.” he smiled tenderly.

Y/N mimicked his pose, turning to the tiny version of herself.

“Jo, say hi! This is Jack, mommy's friend from school… You don’t have to get all shy…” she cooed, never letting go of her daughter’s hand.

“Hi Jack. I’m Josephine. I’m five.” She mustered up the courage to say, holding up five fingers of one of her tiny hands.

“You have a beautiful name, Josephine. I’m twenty-eight… I don’t have enough fingers for that though, do I?” he chuckled, making the little girl laugh in response.

While observing their interaction attentively, Y/N thought about how endearing Jack looked as he spoke to her child. She kept to herself that she used to watch his games while she fed Joey when she was a baby. Every other day the two of them sat on the couch and saw him soar across the ice. Maybe it would come up in conversation one day.

“Hey, I’m here too!” Luke stood up from his seat, letting his presence be known.

“Luke Hughes! I haven’t seen you in ages!” the doctor grinned, standing up and reaching out to hug her friend’s little brother, while Joey and Jack remained in their own little world, discussing his favorite color.
“We’ve still got the whole if we’re both still single when you’re forty we’ll get together deal going on, right?”

“Would I ever bail out on you?” she chuckled, pinching his cheek.

“Didn’t think so, darling!” Luke smiled back, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Jack ignored the slight pang of jealousy he felt when he was reminded of the understanding Luke had reached with Y/N back when they were practice linemates. His brother was fourteen at the time and had a huge crush on her, which she found extremely cute, so she jokingly took him up on his offer. What Jack couldn’t predict would be that his dorky little brother would turn out to be so good looking and have much more charm than him.

He cleared his throat, returning to his full height as Joey rushed to her mother’s side, making Luke smirk and remove his arm from where it rested.

Looking him up and down, eyebrow raised, her eyes landed in his right hand, wrapped up in gauze.

“What’s with that, Rowdy?” Y/N pointed to his injured limb.

“That? Bar fight.” Luke shrugged. “A big, scary dude was harassing this very nice girl and Jacko asked him nicely to leave her alone. The man threw the first punch so, naturally, my boy defended himself and took a swing at him. Out of nowhere, this gigantic Yeti-looking fella appears and smashes a beer bottle on the counter, moving in to stab my big brother, who tried prying it out of his hands. They struggled for a bit, but eventually Jack got the bottle and a pretty nasty wound with it. Five stitches, boom!”

Jack covered his face with his left hand, shaking his head.

“Oh. Sounds dangerous.” Y/N teased condescendingly, patting his back.

“It was, but you know Jacky, he handled it.” the younger man assured her, backing away from the pair.

“Of course he did.” she winked, turning her attention back to her very own knight in shining armor. “How’s the healing going?”
“I’m getting the stitches removed now, but I think this one is going to leave a mark.” the Devils' player smiled, lifting his hand up.

“Well, think of the number of women you’ll pick up with the bar fight story…” Y/N snickered.

“Luke's imagination is… Fertile. I’m sorry about all the bull -” he stopped himself when he saw Joey's curious eyes looking up at him. “- crap he tried to feed you. What really happened wasn’t even remotely that exciting.”

Her eyes were trained on him, glistening with sheer amusement, his fumbling oddly endearing to watch.

“I figured as much… I think it’s cute how he’s got your back with the manly, chivalrous story. I’d love to hear all about the real version of events one day. I’ve got to go now, though. I’m dropping this little one off at her dad’s for the weekend before heading ti the hospital. I’m pretty late already, so…”

“Yeah, of course, go.” Jack stuttered, giving her a quick hug goodbye. “It was nice to see you again so soon.”

“Don’t be a stranger.” his friend asked, a hint of a grin on the corner of her lips, walking away, hand-in-hand with her doppelgänger.

 The brunette man watched her leave with a slight twinge of unexpected sadness, not even realizing he had zoned out until his cousin started making kissing noises beside him.

“Oh, Jack, don’t be a stranger!” Luke taunted, pouting his lips at him, earning himself a slap in the back of the head. “Ow! Are you going to call her or am I going to have to intervene?”

“God, Moose, I still have no idea if I actually feel something for Y/N or if it’s all just me trying to get Stevie out of my system. I can’t ask her out on a date!”

“It’s not a date, you presumptuous bastard, it’s just two old friends hanging out. How are you supposed to know if you like her like that or not if you two don’t interact face-to-face?”

“I…”

“Either you call her or I’ll make my move. She’s even more beautiful now…” the younger man trailed off, smirking at the reaction he got from his cousin.

“You’re the spawn of the devil.” the forward mumbled under his breath.

“Yeah, but you’ll thank me later.”

“Don’t hold your breath, little brother. Stay here and wait for my name to be called up, I’ve got to go outside.”

“Aye, aye captain!” Luke extolled, giving him a salute.

Jack rolled his eyes jokingly, exiting the clinic and going through his phone, looking up her number.

It’s all or nothing, Hughes.

The call went straight to voicemail, ending with Y/N's sweet chuckle at something that sounded like a baby’s voice in the background. The brunette man took a deep breath, trying to make the message sound as casual as possible. He surely didn’t want to seem desperate.

“Hi. It’s Jack. Jack Hughes. You probably know that by now because I’m the only person in the world who can be this awkward on the phone. Anyway, I know we just saw each other, but I’d like to hand out soon, we haven’t had an impromptu hangout in a while… Text me or give me a call if you want to go out for lunch sometime. I promise I’ll tell you all about my badass scar. So… Mmm… Yeah… Let me know if you’re up for it. Stay sweet, parakeet!”

Stay sweet, parakeet? What the fuck, Jack? What is wrong with you?

Jack cringed inwardly, ultimately deciding perhaps that was the best he was going to get. He really was awkward.

 *

The screeching of the chairs being dragged back against the floor as she gave her interns permission to leave and do their rounds, making her scrunch up her nose, her eyes closing for a second.

“Don’t forget to do neurological assessments!” she called out, hoping the younger doctors were still listening as they walked out the door.

Life as a doctor, especially at a teaching hospital, wasn’t easy, but she would never take her job for granted and she was so happy she was able to do something she loved for a living.

Returning to the lockeroom after a long afternoon of classes, she turned her phone back on, opening her assigned locker and placing her white coat and scrubs inside. Her mobile phone rang twice, letting her know she had one missed call and one new voice message.

Y/N took one last look at her bag to make sure she wasn’t taking anything more than she needed to home and closed the tiny metal door, turning her key to lock it, forgetting completely about the notifications on her phone until she got home, showered, ate and called her ex-husband, wanting to say good night to her daughter.

“Okay, baby, sleep tight. Mommy loves you.” the young woman cooed, hanging up only to be reminded of the unanswered call and unopened voicemail on her phone.

Hi. It’s Jack. Jack Hughes. You probably know that by now because I’m the only person in the world who can be this awkward on the phone. Anyway, I know we just saw each other, but I’d like to hand out soon, we haven’t had an impromptu hangout in a while … Text me or give me a call if you want to go out for lunch sometime. I promise I’ll tell you all about my badass scar. So… Mmm… Yeah… Let me know if you’re up for it. Stay sweet, parakeet!

She almost fell off her bed, snorting at her old friend’s choice of words. Only Jack could say those kinds of corny things and get away with it. He sounded slightly nervous and impossibly cute.

The doctor returned the call, waiting for him to pick up as she turned another page of the novel she had been trying to finish for months. In her prime she would’ve read it in two days, but raising a child mainly alone and long, exhausting hours at the hospital had kept her away from five-hundred-page-books and into the path of terrible reality tv shows that lasted 30 minutes max.

“Hello?” she heard someone say from the other end. Not someone, him.

His voice was raspy, as if he had been sleeping for hours. A wave of regret and pity washed over her. Poor Jack, startled by his phone at – she looked at her bedside table, where her alarm clock rested – nine-thirty?

“Did I wake you up?”

“Hmm… Kind of.” Jack chuckled, closing his laptop and placing it on his coffee table.

“Dude, it’s nine-thirty.”

“I was reading through a contract my agent sent me and ended up snoozing.” he admitted, sighing.

“That boring?”

“Unbelievably so. What’s up?”

“I was calling about the message you left me…” she said, biting down softly on her bottom lip.

The hockey player sat up straight on his couch, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

“We should definitely go out for lunch or something. When are you free?” Y/N inquired, leaning back against her headboard, playing with some loose strands of her hair.

“Tomorrow?” he offered.

“You’re in luck, tomorrow works for me. Day off. Perks of running the unit I guess.” the doctor explained, a small smile playing on her lips. “Let me know the time and place.”

Wow. I was not hoping for this to go this smoothly. Maybe she doesn’t think I’m a total weirdo and the voicemail wasn’t as bad as I thought it was, he thought to himself, stunned by the turn of events.

“Yeah. Okay. I will.” Jack managed to stammer out, thanking the saints she hadn’t decided to do a videocall and therefore couldn’t see the blush that had crept onto his cheeks. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“See you later, alligator.” she giggled, hearing a loud groan coming from the other side of the line. “Night, Rowdy.”

* 

“Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” he sang purposefully out of key from behind her, squeezing her shoulders gently with his large hands.

“Hey there, Lionel!” Y/N smiled, dazzling him with her breathtaking award-winning smile. “I was starting to think you had stood me up.”

“Never.” the brunette man countered, placing a hand on the small of her back. “I’m sorry, traffic was terrible and I couldn’t find a parking space within three blocks from here.”

“You had to walk here?” she gasped, pretending to be outraged. “Sounds very down-to-earth of you, superstar.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jack rolled his eyes, faking annoyance while placing his hand on the small of her back. “Come with me, you dork. I’ve made a reservation for my favorite table up here.”

The amazing view over downtown New York from the rooftop of the building rendered Y/N speechless.

He gazed at her attentively, eagerly trying to catch any micro expressions that would give him any clue of what she was feeling as he guided her to their table.

“How the hell did I not know about this place?” she uttered, still completely baffled over the beauty of this little nook. “Well done, Gretz!”

“The Garden is great, hu?” the hockey player smirked. “I came here for the first time a few years ago with Trevor, actually. That was a weird day.”

Y/N twisted her lips into an amused grin, placing her index finger over them.

“Let me guess… They totally thought you guys were a couple.”

“They totally thought we were a couple.”

“Nice!”

“We would make a good-looking pair if that was the case.”

“Undoubtedly. Although I do think Trevor's suitors aren't big fans of sharing…”

“Probably risky to try and find out.” he chuckled. “The second time I came here I was with…”

“Stevie.” Y/N completed his sentence, making them both go silent for a few seconds. “I know you had to work with her two weeks ago… Do you want to talk about it?”

“I did promise to tell you the story behind the five stitches…” Jack sighed, seeing one of the waitresses walk by and waving to ask her to bring them the menu. “But first… Food.”

They both went through the long list of dishes, making their respective orders once they were satisfied with their perusing of it.

“So… The wound…” the doctor prompted, eyeing him carefully.

“The wound… Well… Stevie came onto me in her dressing room and for a moment I let myself go… But then I realized that what we were doing was wrong so I stopped her. She was pissed off and started saying you and I had something going on, that she should’ve seen it coming. When she left I kind of punched a mirror and… Well… Got this baby to show for it.”

“She still has feelings for you, you know?” she pointed out, after giving it a bit of thought.

“She might.”

“Do you think Stevie would freak out about the slightest possibility of us being together if she didn’t? I get that she feels betrayed and mad, you guys just broke up. You should talk to her and set things straight.” Y/N advised, taking a sip of the iced tea the waitress had just left on their table, along with their food.

The way Y/N had just understood and summarize the entire situation without actually having met his ex-girlfriend face-to-face left Jack bewildered. She noticed how confused he looked, reaching for his left hand and grazing her thumb over his knuckles.

“It’s not that hard to figure out, it’s Women 101. Don’t put too much thought into it, just be honest with her and speak from the heart.”

His blue eyes shot up, locking with her big, hopeful ones. The Devils' player couldn’t exactly pinpoint why it was happening, but her touch made goosebumps rise all over his skin.

“I can try…” he spoke quietly.

“You’ll be fine, trust me.” the doctor assured him, a decided look on her face. “Anyway… What on Earth possessed you to eat that?

“You should know this here is an amazing tuna tartar… And it’s delicious.”

“I’d definitely need a tub of ice cream to cleanse my palate after putting tuna tartar in my mouth.” she stated, her face twisted in disgust.

“You haven’t even tried it! Here.” Jack prompted, offering her a spoonful of his food. “Come on.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, taking one small bite, her face immediately revealing what she thought of the delicacy.

“Oh god, no, that’s awful. I’ll stick to normal human food. And you, sir, owe me a tub of ice cream.”

The pair chatted away for three more hours, completely oblivious to their surroundings.

“The sun is setting already.” she remarked, holding her chin up with her fist, her elbow propped up on the arm of the chair as she set her eyes on the spectacular view. “Thank you for inviting me to come here.”

“I thought you might like it…” the brunette man replied, a shy smile making its way onto his face.

Too busy being mesmerized by the glorious sunset unfolding before her, the teacher failed to realize Jack had been admiring her gorgeous semblance. He watched her in awe, much like one would stare at the most beautiful painting in the world, taking in the way the sunlight enveloped her, her peaceful gaze set on the horizon and a small smile decorating her features.

It was so easy to waltz around the line between friendship and something more. To be honest, he’d always danced around it, coming back and forth between the two realities, never taking one step too far, but now he was starting to fear he had reached the point of no return.

“Have you ever thought about where we would be right now if we had never met?” Y/N's voice snapped him out of his trance, making him look in the same direction as her.

Jack shifted in his seat. Entertaining that hypothesis sounded painful.

“Not really. Thinking about what could’ve been isn’t going to change anything, right? For better or for worse, everything that happened in my life lead me to be here, right now, with you. I’m glad it did.”

She turned her head to the side to face him, not saying a word, looking at him in such a tender way it made his heart skip a beat. For a moment, the world was composed of the two of them, no one else.

That is, until a teenage girl with platinum blonde hair marched up to them, clearing her throat softly before speaking up.

“Hi! I’m really sorry to bother you guys, but I’m a huge fan and it’s my last day in New York, so… Would you mind taking a picture with me, please?” she chirped, seemingly starting to shake as soon as Jack's eyes landed on her.

“Hey! Of course, it’s very nice to meet you…” he prompted, waiting for her to say her name.

“Claire.” the teen introduced herself.

“Claire! Beautiful name!” the Devils' player complimented, placing his arm around the petite girl’s shoulders. “Do you want me to take the picture?”

“If you don’t mind, yeah.”

“Sure, that’s what I’m here for.” he smiled, taking her phone from her hand.

Y/N noticed how the girl swooned over the handsome man as he lifted his arm up and took a snap of the duo. The effect he had on women never seemed to simmer down, no matter how many years had passed since he was just a teenage boy with a pretty face.

“Thank you so much!” Claire crowed giddily, accepting her phone back. “I’ll stop being a cockblocker now!”

They both said goodbye to the young girl, waiting until she was out of earshot before breaking into a fit of laughter over the cockblocker comment, Jack sitting back down as the fairy lights hung around the lounge turned on, giving the rooftop a whole new look.

“I think I might just live here from now on.” the doctor whispered while leaning towards him.

“They’ll probably let you do that if you sing for the jazz quartet.”

“There’s a jazz quartet? That’s it, I’m moving in.”

*
A loud buzz filled Y/N's ears as her phone rang non-stop on her bedside table. Groaning loudly, she felt up the wooden top, grabbing her mobile device, not even bothering to open her eyes.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, dork!”

“River! Hi! Isn’t it crazy early?” she inquired, her head pounding. “What’s up?”

“We’re going for a run, nerd. Get ready, I’ll be there in ten.” her older brother informed her.

The singer took a look at the alarm clock on her nightstand, her eyes opening and immediately widening as she did.

“Jesus, River, it’s six-thirty in the morning!”

“The sun is up and shining bright. Your ass better not still be in bed when I get to your house, or else…” River warned sternly.

“Why did I ever think it’d be a good idea to give you my address and my keys?”

“I’m good during emergencies.”

“You’re not even here most of the time… Traveling with your fancy engineer boyfriend!” Y/N reasoned, pushing the covers off her body.

“Don’t sass me, young lady! I’m taking you out to do some exercise. It’s good for you! Let’s go!”

“Alright, alright… Jeez.”

Getting geared up for jogging, she tied her hair in a ponytail with a pink scrunchie, drinking a cup of black coffee and eating an apple before hearing her brother honk outside.

“What’s up with the frown, Grumpy?” River teased, poking her cheek when she entered the red convertible.

“I should be lying face down on my king-size bed, but instead I’m in a car headed for a run with an overly-cheerful morning person. What do you think?” she grunted, using her sunglasses to cover her tired eyes.

“You stayed out late last night, didn’t you?” he smirked, his attention not leaving the road ahead of them.

“No!”

“You so did! You know I can see through you like cellophane, don’t lie to me!”

“Okay… I did…” Y/N confessed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Oh, did Y/N Y/L/B go on a date? Who is he?”

“It was not a date!”

“Who is he?”

“Jack…”

“I knew it! I’ve got to call Trevor, I’m getting dinner on him!”

“We just went out for a late lunch and ended up talking for hours… Don’t make it to be something it’s not.” the younger sibling pleaded, reaching out and turning the radio on.

“Right… Yeah… I’ll quit hammering you about it… For now…”

“What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Boston right now? Did David come with you?”

“Oh no, he stayed. It’s just me.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Obviously, but I had to come back earlier to get some things done and he couldn’t come with me so…”

“Okay, but you still haven’t elaborated on what those things are…”

“You’ll see. Now sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who’s sitting in a car with a person who drives like a maniac.

The two siblings sang along to the songs that came on, forgetting about Jack, David and everything their names implied. Finally, after an hour and a half car ride, River parked under a tall tree, exiting his vehicle.

“Are you coming?” she asked, resting her perfectly manicured hands on her hips.

“Did you really just drive to Newcomb to go for a run?”

“I like it here, it’s secluded, quiet, beautiful…” the eldest sibling shrugged, starting to stretch.

Y/N shook her head, mimicking her brother and climbing out of the cherry red mustang, starting her warm-up.

“Water?”

“In the trunk.”

The doctor picked up two canteens and followed River into the small gated community. It was customary for the properties around the river to belong to very rich people, having been passed down from generation to generation, who were now converting them into luxury camping sites, prepared for a glammed-up version of setting a tent and freezing or sweating to death.

“So, are we running or what?” she challenged, a glint in her eye.

“Oh, it’s so on, sister.”

*
River and Y/N ran alongside each other on a dirt-road path for about forty-five minutes, before the eldest Y/L/N sped up his pace and disappeared into the middle of the trees before them.

“Hey! Wait up!” the doctor called out, panting and trailing after her brother.

I really need to get back into doing exercise on a daily basis, this is killing me.

She ran in the direction she had seen River go in not long before her, only to find herself near a pond, surrounded by gigantic pine trees. Several mountain streams could be heard from afar, setting quite a picturesque view with a forest backdrop.

Her mouth dropped open at the sight of a log trellis covered with hanging vines and a beautiful gazebo.

“Where the hell are we?” Y/N asked, completely bewitched by the beauty of the site.

“This -” River began. “ – is Hidden Creek.”

“Is that a dance floor?” the doctor inquired, looking behind her friend.

“Y/N, focus, nerd.”

“Sorry.”

“Remember when we used to binge watch that terrible teen show when we were kids and one of the girls told the other that love meant giving chances when there were no more chances left to give?” River asked, leaning against one of the logs, a small grin on his face.

“Yeah, vaguely… Why?”

Y/N sat down next to her brother, drinking from her canteen and wondering where the conversation was headed.

“We watched that episode again a few months before I asked David out… I was all heartbroken and pledging celibacy for life and that night you texted me this.” he paused, handing his sister his phone, opened on their text chain, a message that appeared as saved, from four years before.

Don’t give up on love and what it had to offer you… I know you’ve been let down and hurt before, but I am absolutely sure you’ll find someone who will make you feel so much love you’ll be scared your heart might burst. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll wonder about who you were before that feeling came and knocked the air out of you… It’ll be so worth it. Wait and watch it unfold.

The doctor nudged her brother gently, smiling.
“I remember that part…”

“You were right. I waited. I struggled, but I did it: I found love. It’s David. I wanted to let you know that I’ll always be thankful for this text. Especially now. Your words helped me find the strength to carry on hoping my prince charming was out there.”

Y/N reached out to wipe a couple of tears that had managed to escape the older sibling's eyes, leading him to straighten up and recompose himself in seconds.

“Tell me, what do you think about this place?”

“I am in love with it. It’s like walking into a fairytale.”

“I’m glad you do, because I booked it for two weeks from now.”

The doctor knitted her brows together, not understanding what he meant.

“Are you having a party? Riv, no one’s going to drive an hour and a half and do a forty-five-minute run to come here for a party, big bro…"

“Well, they better… It’s my wedding, after all.”

“What?”

“I’m getting married!”

-

I have no idea if there is a luxury glamping community in Newcomb NY, but I'm once again taking the ~ artistic liberty ~ and running with it. also, surprise, you, Y/N, have an older brother named River!

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mmyeshello prompt: "Blondie has a kitten in his hat" type scene but with Manco and Mortimer

Sorry it took so long! I had forgotten I had an ask and got caught up 😔 here’s a little cute thing

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If Colonel Douglas Mortimer is anything, it is a man who knows what to expect in life. Few things surprise him after fifty years of hunting bounties, of taking and sparing lives, of surviving on his wits and skills.

And yet, when he hears the soft mewling and low rumble of a purr from Manco’s poncho, he finds himself surprised. He blinks, lowers his pipe, and leans forward to take a peek.

Sure enough there is a small, content looking kitten curled up in Manco’s lap. It kneads happily at the coarse fabric of the poncho as it purrs, its eyes half closed in a display of pleasure and trust.

“Where’d you find that?” He asks, more perplexed than he wants to admit.

Manco smiles. The expression deepens the lines around his eyes, makes him look younger and less cynical about the world. It’s a good look. Mortimer won’t admit to that, either. “He was under the porch of the hotel, came right out and curled around my foot. Couldn’t resist the little fella.” There is a hint of something nostalgic in his voice that intrigues Mortimer, but he doesn’t know how to ask about it.

Nothing about Manco is clear, he doesn’t talk about his past anymore than Mortimer does, maybe even less. He doesn’t even know the boy’s real name.

Manco smiles again. He fusses the kitten, ruffling its dark fur with long fingers. “Reminds me of the time I found one down in some bombed out town during the war. Scrawny thing, but scrappy.”

Mortimer lights his pipe and watches his companion curiously. “You weren’t a soldier,” he says.

Manco huffs, glances up at him as he scratches lightly at the kitten’s fur. “How’d you know?”

“No discipline, too headstrong. No… you’re not a military man. What did you do in the war?”

Manco’s smile falls away as he looks down at his lap. He chews his lip and shrugs. “Something like what I do now, I guess, but with fewer… rules. I had a partnership at one point, nothing like ours. It- it was untied a couple of times. Kinda messily. I got a few regrets from that time.”

“I see.”

He doesn’t, not entirely, but the barebones of the sketch is there. He can see it in how Manco is holding himself; turned inward and thinking of times gone by. Two people tied together, tighter than men like they are should be, chafing against the closeness but needing it nonetheless. Not entirely unlike how he feels about Manco, if he is honest with himself.

The kitten mewls and the smile drifts back onto Manco’s lips. “I might tell you the whole story one day, Old Man, when we’ve finished here.”

Mortimer reaches out and strokes the kitten’s soft fur, feels the rumble as it purrs. He wonders if Manco’s hair is just as soft. Maybe it is coarse from too much sun and wind. Maybe Manco would purr, too. “I’ll hold you to that.”

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Please Please Please

SP Apocalypse AU

Pt. 5 It Begins

Here it is, the beginning of the end, where will everyone go? Who dies? Who makes it out? How will the show go? Another chapter i love, it took me longer to post because i keep editing it instead of just putting down what i wrote on paper, mb yall, theres plenty of blood at the end of this, your typical apocalypse stuff 💕

Tonight's the night, the big opening gig in Denver! You ride with Jimmy to the place an hour and a half early and sit in his mini dressing room sipping on some water as you wait for him to finish his rundown with the venue owner. Jimmy enters the room with a tired look on his face making you pout at him. "You alright there big fella?" You ask patting the other chair next to you. He comes over and takes a seat heaving out a big sigh before speaking.

"Yea, just before show n-nerves I guess..." He says and you let out a giggle. You've never known Jim to be nervous. "I'm glad your here with me though." He reaches over to hold your hand but you use it to take another sip of your water instead.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, you know I'll always support your career Jim jim!" You say after swallowing down the water. He gives you a breathy chuckle in response.

"There's already a couple p-p-people out there and I go on in 30, a-are you gonna head out there?" Jimmy asks and you nod.

"I guess I should, hopefully there's people I know so we can make fun of you." You say with a laugh. You get up and pat Jimmy's shoulder. "Good luck out there Jim." You begin walking towards the door.

"No good luck kiss?" Jimmy asks you as you reach for the knob. You give him a half hearted laugh.

"You don't need it, you're gonna knock 'em dead Jim." You said as you exit the room. You make your way to a door that opens next to the stage. You take a deep breath as you look around the sparse audience. As your making your way up the isle and towards the back you spot a very familiar face, belonging to non other than Kenneth McCormick. You make it halfway up the isle before you stop and drink in his appearance. No coat, just a white button down and some black slacks, his hair was long and half up. You didn't notice but you lick your lips at the sight. You continue walking slowly towards him.

"Do my eyes deceive me or is that my grease monkey!" You say loud enough for him to hear you now that you're halfway to him. He looks over and jumps up and into the isle to meet you halfway.

"The one and only! How've you been sweetheart?" He says and lifts you into a crushing hug. You giggle into his chest at the pet name.

"I've been fine. How 'bout yourself sweetface?" You ask him as he sets you down gently, leaving his hands on your waist. Your hands gently placed on his shoulders and your both making steady eye contact with big smiles across your faces.

"It's been a rough couple days, but you always know how to cheer me up, always have." Kenny says placing his forehead on yours. "C'mon, you're sittin' with me." He tells you as he grabs one of your hands leading you to where he was sat, only one seat between you and the isle.

"How's Karen and Kevin been? I haven't talked to you in who knows how long." You ask and he smiles all the way up to his eyes. You could never forget how close he is to his siblings, it's something you always found endearing about him.

"Kevin and I got into a bit of a fight a couple days ago, I'm out of a job now, oh well.” He shrugged. “Karen on the other hand, she's doin' amazing, she's gonna graduate early and she already has a bunch of scholarships racked up so she can go to college on the east coast!" He tells you full of excitement. You're sad to hear about the falling out with his brother, but the joy you feel about Karen's accomplishments overtakes those feelings. You were always close with Karen when you were still close with Kenny. “What about you and Jim boy?” He says laughing at the nickname. You laugh with him before letting out a sigh to answer.

“Its been great, he’s my best friend, but over the past 6 months he’s been pushing for more than that.” You say leaning back in your seat looking at the ceiling. Kenny only laughs at you. “What’s so funny over there mister?!” You ask jabbing him in the side. He laughs more and puts his hands between you to stop further jabs.

“I’m sorry I just always thought you guys were together and like, married.” Kenny said still laughing. You scoff and begin laughing in disbelief.

“Kenny, you’ve seen the guys I’ve dated, why would you think that?” You’re still shocked at his assumption. You’ve always dated more the asshole type or dudes that get their hands dirty. Kenny being one of the few you dated.

“You dated Tolkien for a bit! I could see Jimmy makin it in!” Kenny said with a laugh. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t you remember me complaining about how formal dating him was? It sucked, that’s why I dated you.” Both of your laughter died down but your smiles still shown brightly. You flinched and looked over at Kenny who began laughing again.

“And I was the best of them all. I don’t think you dated anyone after me.” You scoffed laughing at him. “The Mccormick charm is too good to beat, sorry dollface.” He said confidently with a shrug. You smacked his arm in response with a laugh. It’s true, but he doesn’t need to know that. Kenny was the best you had, he was an amazing partner and kept up with your spontaneous plans. Your break up with him is the reason you ended up in Jimmy’s group of friends.

“You’re only half right mister Mccormick.” You said as you took another glance around at the audience. Another familiar head of hair caught your eye leading you to cut Kenny off from responding with more questions. “Now thats either Craig or Stan. Place your bets now sweetface.” You whispered nudging Kenny and pointing to a head of black hair 2 rows in front of you. He laughed and rubbed his hands together.

“For sure Stan, ready?” Kenny asked with a devious smile playing on his lips. You giggled and nodded. “STAN MARSHTON!” Kenny yelled out making Stan almost jump out his seat. You and Kenny cracked up seeing him stand up making a ‘what the fuck’ motion before coming over to sit next to you and Ken. “It works every time.” Kenny whispered to you cutting himself off with his own laughter leading you to follow suit.

“Nice to see you guys too.” Stan said defeated crossing his arms. Finally slowing down your laughter you leaned in and hug him, Kenny squishing you to join the hug.

“You missed us, it’s okay we know.” You told him with a giggle. You guys let Stan go both staring at him for him to agree.

“God dammit, yes fine okay. I missed you guys.” He said with an eye roll and a laugh. He leaned back in for another hug trapping you in between him and Kenny yet again. You all laughed together feeling like the happiest people on earth.

“So where’s carrot top?” You asked with a pout. “Yall are like, conjoined twins or something.” You finished with a laugh, Kenny joining in.

“Oh, him an Ike had a family trip to Jersey pre-planned so they couldn’t make it.” Stan said with a shrug.

“I’m glad you could make it tonight then!” You said patting his shoulder.

“Oh yeah! You still work at Tweaks right?” Kenny asked from beside you.

“Yea, I get the weekends off so I was able to make it thankfully.” Stan said happily. “I’m glad I got to see you guys again. I missed you both.” Stan said and began laughing at you and Kenny’s faces. Both of you made the same puppy dog face obviously touched he said such a thing.

“Y/n hold me I’m gonna cry, I’m so emotional.” Kenny said dramatically falling into your lap. You held him like a baby and continued pouting nodding your head in agreement.

“Stanley Martian missed us. We need to go for coffee every day he works from here on.” You said adding sniffles for affect. Stan laughed at the both of you making you and Kenny return to normal seated positions.

“I’d love to see you guys more often, I spend all my time with the same 4 people, I miss how spontaneous you guys are.” You and Kenny let out a drawled out ‘awww’ at Stans words which made him laugh again. The lights in the auditorium dimmed leaving only a spotlight shining on the closed curtain.

“Yall ready for Slim Jim?” You whispered loud enough for both of them to hear. You didn’t catch any response yourself but they both nodded with eyes on the stage. The place was packed and filled with excitement as some un-copyrighted music played from the speakers. The curtains opened and a couple seconds after Jimmy made his way on stage bowing when he got to his mark in the center.

“W-wow! Thank you guys! Such a-a lovely audience!” He started off with a line that most of the familiar faces would know. “So many familiar faces tonight! Lemme hear you South Park!” Jimmy said causing a third of the audience to cheer loudly, including some party hounding from you and Kenny. His opening act got 5 minutes of normalcy before the main doors slammed open drawing everyone’s attention.

“And he’s here after all.” You said unenthused leading Stan to laugh. You didn’t need to turn around to know who walked in, but as he began his walk down the isle you watched quietly.

“Better late than never Cartman!” Jimmy said from the stage. Cartman flipped him off and made his way all the way to the front sitting at one of the booth seats in the front row.

“I feel bad for Jimmy.” Kenny said knowing Cartman was gonna heckle him. You laughed and patted his hand.

“It’s fine, he was counting on him showing up.” You said with a sigh. Both Kenny and Stan laughed seemingly more engaged.

“Fuck you J-J-J-Jimmy!” Cartman started. Jimmy laughed as he heard a couple groans from the crowd. Cartmans table was stocked with drinks and snacks as were the rest of the booth seats and he made quick work of them.

“Plenty of you here kn-know this guy here, but for those of you who don’t! Keep small children and p-p-pets away from him! He’ll gobble them down while your n-not l-l-looking!” Jimmy spoke to the crowd leading everyone to laugh. Cartman began a fit of fake laughter drawing attention back on him before he began coughing. “Woah! Slow d-down there man, don’t ch-choke!” Cartman didn’t stop coughing as he brought one hand to clutch at the side of his neck and the other to flip Jimmy off. “Hey can someone escort him to medical real quick! His necks bleeding bad!” Jimmy said looking over to the security by the stage.

“What the fuck?” Stan said quietly beside you. All you could do was watch.

“THIS PLACE IS GONNA HAVE A LAWSUIT! SOME DRUNK BITCH ATTACKED ME IN YOUR PARKING LOT!” Cartman yelled to the 2 security guards taking him out of his seat. His coughing continued as the brought him back up the isle passing your trio. Cartman stumbled to the ground before making it to the door falling limp. The security guards quickly tried picking him back up only for Cartman to yell out grabbing one of the guards and start attacking him.

“What the fuck is happening.” Kenny stood up grabbing you and holding you close. You grabbed Stans hand pulling him up as well. The other guard tried pulling Cartman off of the man but when he saw all the blood he turned to run. Cartman was covered in blood and the first guard was in a puddle of blood face down on the floor. He got up quickly with a scream running after the guard that was running towards the other main entrance. The first guard shook and got up running to the audience members across the isle from your trio attacking anyone he could.

“C’mon lets go!” Stan said sternly pulling you and Kenny with him. Everyone was in a panic to get away and you seen Jimmy wasn’t on the stage anymore. The rush of people was ridiculous but Kenny and Stan held a firm grip. “Too many fucking people.” Stan cursed looking around.

“Go through the side door by the stage!” You told Stan and he changed directions. You all ran to the door, Stan shoving everyone out the way to get all of you out safe. A few people had the same idea and there was also a flood of people coming into the hallway after you three.

The screams were deafening coming from behind you, you took a glance behind seeing blood splatter on the white walls near the door. Kenny shook his head. “Dont look back, keep going.” His voice was shakey which didn’t help the nerves and adrenaline rushing through you.

Passing by injured people along the way you all made it to the parking lot safely. One look around and you all were shocked. There was shattered glass from the windows of the buildings, many people running frantically to escape. Gunshots could be heard but you couldn’t tell from where. You couldn’t control your breathing no more. Kenny wrapped his arms around you applying some pressure to your chest and you began to focus hearing Stans voice. “Do you guys have a way out of here?”

“I was dropped off.” Kenny said with a shake of his head.

“I-I rode with Jimmy.” You said with a shaky voice. Stan gripped your hand tighter and pulled both of you with him again.

“Follow close! Its a 2 door get in on the passenger side.” Stan said wasting no time dragging you both to his car. He let you go once he made it to the tailgate and unlocked the car. Kenny opened the door pulling the seat forward for you to get in and hopping in as soon as you sat. Stan already had the car started as Kenny shut the door.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Kenny shouted and put his head in his hands. Stan pulled out the parking spot quickly and made his way to the main streets of Denver hitting a few questionable looking people along the way. You were still in shock in the back seat looking out the back window of the car. Many people roaming the streets, some running, cars driving frantically hitting others, some crashed into buildings. “Phones are dead.” Kenny said making you turn around to look at him.

“Theres no way that fat bastard started the fuckin apocalypse.” Stan said in disbelief. You let out an exasperated laugh leaning forward onto the console with your head in your hands. Looking up you notice Kenny frantically fidgeting with his phone. You wrap an arm around his middle and use your other to bring his head to yours. He places his phone down taking a shaky breath before turning to hug you suddenly.

“We’re gonna get her first.” You say to him. He grips your shirt squeezing you close to him. “She’s alive, and we are gonna get her out safe and sound.” You say petting his hair. He nods his head in silent response. You knew he would be worried about Karen first. You knew his brain a little too well, and because of that you know how to calm him down.

“Thank you y/n.” Kenny says staying in your embrace. You rubbed his back and softly dragged your fingers through his messy hair. His breathing was still a little fast but it’s better than it was.

“To the Mccormicks then.” Stan says. You place one of your hands on Stans arms rubbing it as a thank you. Your glad that your in this together, you couldn’t have chosen better people to be with.

Yall i love this chapter, i had to rewrite it 3 times and it got deleted once but its here now, am i gonna elaborate on the past relationships? Yeah, is it gonna be in the next chapter? NOPE!! Wheres jimmy? Wheres Karen? Are Kyle an Ike alright? Who else was there at the show? Oooooooo

#south park #south park x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #poly!stenny x reader #apocalypse au #px3 #please x3