#wiggle bones didn't work well on this the way I set it up

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A karma flower sways gently in the dark~

#rain world #cooling down from working on 3D stuff by....... doing more 3D stuff #there is something bothering me about this model. You can't really see its details in this video since it's lower res #there's nothing WRONG with it but it bothers me anyways #I think I want some kind of shader on it #but I'm not sure what exactly. I know little about shaders in general #oh well. I just did this for fun anyways #and animating it was fun #wiggle bones didn't work well on this the way I set it up #...though it occurs to me I could have tried cloth physics! meh it looks fine anyways #I want to make an overseer and see if it works out on their cute lil arms #video #flickerdoodles

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OKAY THE PROMISED REINCARNATION AU

As I said, I read a fic with 2012 boys having died and reincarnated into the Rise universe and adopted by the Rise boys and it gave me IDEAS so anyway

So I want Max Angst when the 2012 boys remember their past lives. I don't know exactly when they died, but I'm having Monster Arc and Heart of Evil and stuff be canon, but not Mutant Apocalypse. Again, not sure how/when they died to make this possible. But it WAS before they turned 20.

They're reincarnated as lil' babies, just tiny lil' guys. They're born to a normal turtle but uh, they aren't normal turtles, so the owner of their turtle freaks out and puts them in a box in a random alleyway. And then, as luck would have it, Señor Hueso opens Run of the Mill one day to find a box of small mutant baby turtles. With a deep sigh, he takes the box inside, feeds them some veggies, and calls up Leo.

"Ah, Pepino, none of you or your brothers have had any... flings lately, have you? No? Well, I ask because a box of baby turtles were in front of the door today-"

He's not even finished with the sentence before a portal opens up and all four Rise boys (probably early to mid twenties in ages) and Splints tumble out. Splints grabs the box, looks inside, and says "We'll take them!"

"That was easier than I thought."

They order some pizzas while there, of course, and get to know these tiny babies while they wait. They all seem to be the same species of turtle, and all the same age.

Now in the fic I read each Rise Boy raised their counterpart, which is great, but it could also be cool for them to be raised by their non-counterparts too? Like I could see 2012 Raph having been raised by Rise Mikey and 2012 Leo being raised by Rise Donnie? I think for this we'll have their own counterparts raise them but food for thought, let me know what other Father-Son pairings you'd do personally.

Anyway for the rest of this I'll be referring to Rise as Raphie, Leon, Angelo, and Donald, and 2012 as their usual nicknames.

Raphie holds the second smallest baby and coos at him, wiggling a finger over his face and watching the way the baby tracks it with beady little eyes. None of them seem to have irises or sclera at first, but Donald says it could just look like that because they're so young, the same thing happens with kittens who've just opened their eyes. As Raphie coos over the baby and waves his finger around, the baby scrunches up his face and starts to cry! Raphie panics for a second, but Splints shows him how to properly cradle the baby and soon lil' Raph is asleep.

Yes, they name their sons after themselves, Because They Would Do That, but also because Splints kept accidentally calling the babies those names anyway and they didn't want to confuse the little guys too much.

Donald holds baby Donnie up like he's examining a peculiar invention for a bit, and baby Donnie just smiles at him and makes baby sounds. After a bit of examining Donald cradles Donnie in one of the battle shell's robot arms and begins softly singing a little Dewey Decimal System rap he made up and baby Donnie slowly falls asleep as well.

Angelo is just gushing over this cute little baby and making all the silly faces, and baby Mikey is giggling and babbling non-stop, reaching up and lightly slapping Angelo's face with his lil' baby hands and it is The Cutest Ever! Angelo's heart is stolen and it sets the path for Mikey to be So Spoiled in the future.

Leon holds the last baby, a quiet and calm little guy who's just staring at him. He's a little creeped out, to be honest, and nothing he's doing to make the baby laugh is working. Then Hueso brings over the pizzas, and Leon grins and says "We'll need 'em, raising these guys is going to leave us, uh bone tired." And maybe it's the voice he uses or the cocky grin but that finally makes baby Leo laugh! And Leon's heart melts because the baby likes puns this is perfect.

So they take them home and bam! Four sons now! April is hanging out with Casey and Casey Jr when she gets the text "YOU'RE AN AUNT NOW!" and of course this makes her very concerned so all three of them head right for the lair and they enter to find Draxum on the couch with a book on child development, Splints playing peek-a-boo with a single bassinet full of four baby turtles, and the four brothers all eating as Draxum tosses out little snippets of advice from book and they all nod.

"Where'd you get those?" April says, pointing at the bassinet.

"Someone left them outside of Run of the Mill? Can you believe it? Four perfect little angels and someone didn't want them!" Angelo coos. At that moment baby Raph starts crying again, frustrated by the peek-a-boo game (and a little scared that Splints keeps disappearing).

Anyway, the four are raised as brothers and not cousins because non-nuclear family structures for the win, and it's great! They're all a little more well-adjusted than their past selves were. Raph's anger issues are taken more seriously and Angelo and Raphie talk with him a lot about it and help him find ways to manage it. Donnie feels way less insecure/resentful of being a mutant because he grows up around humans and mutants alike this time and goes out to the surface way sooner, and as we all know it's a lot easier to pass as humans with very little effort in the Rise world. Mikey's ADHD is like, taken seriously and everyone knows he's not dumb, just impulsive and has trouble paying attention (sometimes though he just chooses to be a little shit and they still get mad at him for those times).

I actually think Leo will end up the most The Same, just because his drive to be perfect/severity/endless pressure on himself doesn't really start until after he's made Leader in 2012, before that he seems mostly normal (for a teenage mutant ninja turtle anyway).

Wow this was meant to be an angst AU but Baby Cuteness got to me. Well I'll put the angst under a Read More I guess so y'all who don't want it can just have this happiness.

So when they're about 15, they start feeling more restless. They have a lot of fun with their family, but they haven't done much of the hero stuff. Their dads have tried to keep it to a minimum (it can never be Zero for them, but they have a strict "Let us get our kids home or at least ignore them while they hide" policy with the villains and most of them, like Warren and Hypno, don't mind and totally oblige and yes this is partly because The Rise Boys are intimidating parents and partly because why would they beat up an eight-year-old?)

So they've been minorly involved in some fights, but gosh, they're just kids. Their dads remember how fun it was to fight bad guys at their age, but also how damaging it was in the long run. And for the most part, their sons have been fine with it. They've gone a few minor fights here and there, even have a nemesis of their own (Hypno and Warren adopted a yokai girl, some kind of bird I think, and she's the most pompous person alive, their fights are never intense though because her dads are also protective) and it's been fine.

But it's like a switch flips, and suddenly they're constantly itching to go out. Suddenly Raph's having trouble remembering his anger management methods. Suddenly Mikey's acting up more than usual. Suddenly Donnie's patience is paper-thin. Suddenly Leo's being bossy and demanding of his brothers.

Well, "suddenly" isn't quite right. It's slow, but it definitely starts on their 15th birthday. And it just keeps getting worse.

And they're having nightmares. Lots of them. Donald rushes into Donnie's room one night after hearing screaming to find Donnie clutching his arm to his chest and sobbing incoherently about needing to find Mikey and Raph because he's after them, but come morning when Donald asks all Donnie can remember is "Something big hit me, and I knew they weren't safe either."

One night Leon hears a crash and runs into Leo's room to find his son crying, having fallen out of bed and landed on his knee funny and he's holding his throat begging to see his brothers. Again, come morning all he remembers is that he'd been in a bad fight and They Weren't Safe.

Angelo wakes up to Mikey crawling into his bed, shaking and quietly crying, and mumbling about squirrels and evil moms and all kinds of terrible things, and Angelo hugs him and calms him down. In the morning Mikey just says he might need to stop reading horror comics.

Raphie can't even comfort his son because Raph screams when he sees him through sheep-glazed eyes and backs away and begs and begs to leave him and his brothers alone, and he calls out for Leo over and over until his brother and uncle in blue both come in and Leo hugs Raph and the two fall asleep in each other's arms. In the morning Raph just says he thinks Donnie's nightmare from before got to him, and that something else got Leo and got him bad.

And they become so tired. They can barely sleep anymore. Leo's leg should be fine by now, it was just bruised, but he keeps limping. Donnie keeps staring at nothing, lost in thought, and all he can say when someone asks what's wrong is he feels like they're missing something, someone, and he's taking minor failures so hard now. Raph keeps looking around the lair like he's expecting something to jump out at them, keeps gripping his sai like he'll need to use them at a moment's notice. Mikey keeps acting desperate to be heard whenever he suggests something, and he keeps checking the freezer and tearing up when whatever he's looking for that he doesn't even know isn't there.

There's some nights where they don't scream or go to their dads. There's some nights, that only them and their grandpa know about, where they sneak into Splints's room and ask if they can just stay there for a little while. Sometimes all of them end up in there at once, and Splints wakes up to them gathered around his bed, leaning up against it as they sleep with weapons in hand. He never tells anyone, just shakes Raph and Leo awake so they can carry their brothers back to bed, and he goes with to tuck them all in. And sometimes on those nights, when the boys are half-asleep and mumbling, he thinks he hears them call him 'Sensei'.

And then there's the way they fight.

Their dads are all deeply concerned the first time they do some sparring after their 15th birthday. Because they seem to forget to pull back.

Leo flips Mikey with full strength and Mikey swings his nunchucks without bothering to aim away from Leo's limbs. Raph slams his shoulder into Donnie's chest hard enough to completely knock the breath out of him and then Donnie jabs the end of his bo into Raph's chest right back so hard that it cracks the wood. Draxum and Splints break them up, always on the sidelines watching with pride in their grandsons, and The Rise Dads scold them all for being so brutal to their own brothers.

It's during a fight with Meatsweats and some new cooking assistant of his that they learn Donnie and Mikey added some blades to their own weapons. And all four go for a kill blow when they get the chance. Meatsweats is out of there faster than you can say "Cowabunga", bruised and bloodied, and the dads have another talk with their sons. Something along the lines of "You can't be 15 year old murderers!"

And then there's the anger. All four of them are suddenly so very, very angry. And not in the short-tempered way Raph's been his whole life, or the easily irritable way Donnie's always been. They're all deeply, painfully, angry. And none of them can really explain why. Just that it feels like they lost something.

And then, one day, Donald is wearing his mystic-seeing goggles when Donnie enters the lab. And what he sees chills him to the core.

He sees this overlay. It's Donnie, but not. The overlay is a little taller, a little older, and horrifically scarred on every inch of his body. His shell and plastron are littered with scratches and chips. He's got small scars and nicks all over his body. He's got a big one on the arm Donald remembers him clutching after his first nightmare. He's got horrific burn scars on his head and face, like someone electrocuted him over and over and over without mercy, and there's burn scars everywhere else too but those look circumstantial and the ones on his face looks purposeful. There's so much visible pain, all over this overlay of his son, his son. And it doesn't even look much older, maybe four years older at most, and-

And it's so angry.

It's a transparent purple, a sort of lavender color the same as Donnie's mask, but it's eyes are a solid and stark white. They're narrowed, and his mouth is set in a deep scowl. Tears drip down his face non-stop, but it's like the overlay isn't even aware he's crying from the way he just radiates anger.

And Donald grab Donnie's arm, panicking, and lifts his goggles.

His son is looking at him in confusion and concern, and he's fine. He's got one scar, and it's just from a skateboarding accident he had when they were around 10 and his elbow pad slipped up when he skid across the ramp. He's not scowling, he's not crying, and he's trying to get his dad's attention.

"Could you get your brothers and uncle?" Donald asks, and Donnie nods and runs off.

When they get back Donald has set up a large x-ray like machine. He asks the boys to stand behind it, and explains to his own brothers that he put his mystic crystal into this machine to check something. He explains, quietly, that he saw something that half-explains what's been going on with their sons.

And he turns it on.

And oh, god.

Raph's overlay has a large chip taken out of the right corner of his plastron, and just like his brothers, is littered in scars on every inch of him. His overlay is scowling and crying and white-eyed, and it's body language is so much more tense. Raph himself is just sitting there, arms crossed, a little annoyed but not too upset, until he looks up and sees his dad and uncles crying.

Mikey such a strange one to see, scowling like that, just so full of anger and pain. Like Raph he doesn't seem to have any huge scars, until he bends over for a second because he dropped something and all over the back of his shell there are these discolored spots, like something broke it open from the inside and it had to heal back over. The thought makes Angelo's heart and stomach drop and makes him need to lean again Raphie.

And Leo. None of the overlays are free of scars, hundreds of scars, but Leo... he has the most small ones small but deep, like shards of glass stuck into his skin and had to be pulled out. He's got a jagged, messy scar on his throat that wraps almost all the way around to the back, and they can see another all-encompassing scar around his newly-bum knee. There's so many scars that follow such a specific pattern, two blades spaced apart in such a precise manner slashed across him without mercy and-

Draxum and Splints had followed, and they're both silent, horrified, and Draxum quietly says, "I think... those overlays are their souls."

And suddenly the whole family has a new mission: find out why their boys have such wounded souls. Find out who did this to them. Find out how to fix it.

They don't tell the boys what they saw, and it's for the best, because the nightmares keep getting worse and now they have scars they can place some of the half-remembered stories to. And they start to piece together that the boys are remembering some other life, some other world, and is this some kind of curse or something else? Is it another world bleeding through and affecting their boys, or is it possible they came from that world?

And then, as they're struggling to figure this out and to help their boys through sudden new PTSD episodes and triggers that their boys don't understand the cause of, then...

A portal opens somewhere in New York.

A pink, triangular portal.

And they find somewhere to point all the anger they have for their boys.

(I also have another version of this where they don't discover what's happening until The Rise Dads are captured by the 2012 Kraang and the 2012 boys, who fully remember their past lives, charge in to save them, and their Ninpo manifests as they can reach into the other world and pull things through like The Shellraizer and such, but it comes with the cost of their new bodies becoming more and more like their old ones, so their dads watch them fight incredibly viciously and pull all this stuff out of some other dimension and have to just watch as all these scars appear on them and they get older but suddenly they stop getting older very soon and that hurts just as much as seeing the scars and they're both horrified and in awe of how their sons are fighting.)

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover #reincarnated au

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PLEASE COULD WE GET ONE MORE PART OF WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOVE GRAVES. I literally read it and my heart soared! I LOVE A DESPERATE LOVE GRAVES 🤤 (writing is very well done ❤)

What It's Like To Love Graves Part 3

Graves x Gn! Reader

W/n: Im glad someone enjoyed my Graves stuff. Since Graves is coming back to MW3 I think it's only fair if we were to see what happened during the time the reader and Graves began to put effort into rebuilding their relationship.

W: NSFW, Trying out Manogomy, Betrayal, Hurt/No Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Hurt Reader, Injuries, Soldier Reader

P1, P2

You had found some peace throughout your time at your new base.

Your Captain and General were much more flexible and they took your suggestions seriously.

You had gained new freedoms such as downtime.

You picked up hobbies to fill your time with.

You began forming bonds with many of your men.

Throughout it all, you received letters from Graves. All of them were sickeningly sweet.

He was like a dog with a bone.

He had managed to convince you to give this relationship, or whatever this is, a try.

He sends you a letter filled with poetic romance and horny yearning.

He'd send you pictures as well. Physical ones. Ones that could be used against him.

They were explicit, most of them at least.

Some of them were of him nude showing off his body. There were a few of him playing with himself. Your favorite one is of him sucking on his fingers with half-lidded eyes.

You got a thrill at the thought of how vulnerable he was being with you.

So you kept the pictures and some of them you put up on your wall.

All of the letters were put into a box for safekeeping.

You wrote back as well.

You told him about your new recruits and the hours you've been putting in at the gym.

He asked for some pictures in return but you always teased him by sending him a set of your own pictures of your body from the neck down posing after going to the gym or in your sleepwear.

You never showed off everything, just enough skin to leave him drooling for more.

The letters became more intense and more spread out over weeks and later on over a series of months.

Communication slowly depleted between you both.

Work had gotten heavier for the two of you and you both didn't have the energy to write to one another anymore.

Eventually, you both found the chance to meet in person.

It wasn't the best set of circumstances but you were both called in to discuss arrangements for a possible collaboration with a special squadron.

General Shepherd and Station Chief Laswell had wanted to discuss in person in regards to any possible future aid that might need to be provided to their special operations task force.

Graves was eager to aid in whatever way he could while you hesitated.

You liked your new post and the liberties it had given you. Giving that up wasn't something you wanted.

You asked if you could have some time to consider your options to which you were met with a disgusted look from the General and a passive nod from Laswell.

"Dont you want to be closer to one another? Dont you miss me?" Graves argued with you as you both left the General's office.

You rolled your eyes at him and kept walking.

"Dont you want to improve our relationship?" He grabbed your arm and stopped you.

"Phillip Graves. Not here." You hissed. You both walked into an empty conference room and locked it behind you.

"I can't give up my post. I like it. I like my base and I like my responsibilities. Helping some international task force doesn't fall in line with my goals." You argued.

"Then join Shadown Company. You can have the same responsibilities or, even better yet, you can have less responsibilities but the same authority." He wiggled his brows at you with an all too cocky smirk.

"I don't mix work with my personal life, Graves."

"Call me Phillip, hun. And for your information, you don't have much of a personal life already so of course you don't mix them." He teased.

You were getting nowhere and he knew he could convince you so you both decided to call it even and head back to your temporary barracks.

You both fucked like tomorrow wouldn't come.

You left bite marks on his body and scratched his back with your chipped nails.

He sucked on your skin and caressed it like you were the one who needed delicate treatment.

He rutted into you like he wanted you claimed from the inside out. His cum dripped out with every thrust. You're sure that the condom broke but you could care less.

His body enveloped you and kept you warm against that cool air of your room.

He was a little sex drunk, he kept mumbling about how he couldn't wait to have a baby with you, how he was going to get you pregnant.

It took everything in you not to laugh because you know that once he had his head cleared up and the hormones finally calmed down he would hide his face in the crook of your neck while telling you to forget about everything he had just said.

For the first time in years, you both stayed the night.

You were comfortably sleeping on top of him till morning and once he woke up you both just began getting ready for work.

You both kept this routine for the next two weeks until you decided that you would be kept on call in case they needed you for backup but that you had to return to the base where you were stationed.

Graves wasn't all that happy so the last day you spent with him was spent with him always by your side like a lost puppy.

He grabbed you both dinner after he burned the one he had ruined.

He was outwardly affectionate with you and made sure to show everyone that you two were more than just bunk buddies.

He kissed you slowly and made sure to taste as much of your skin as possible.

He wanted to remember your scent and your taste. He needed to remember the sound of your voice and the sounds that you made when you called his name and moaned.

He needed you, every part of you. He needed you to stay with him even though he knew you won't and couldn't.

You left early in the morning with hickeys covering your neck and handprints on your legs.

You got a letter from Graves the day he was asked by General Shepherd to help join the task force with an operation down by Mexico in regards to a terrorist called Hassan.

He told you he was going dark in the meantime and to not expect letters in the meantime. He promised to speak to you in person right as he finished up with this issue.

You heard nothing from him for a while. You never finished writing a letter in response to his last one.

You didn't need to.

You were called in by Laswell to provide aid to Captain Price and his sergeant with an extraction in Las Almas.

You were flown out to Amsterdam and met up with the captain and his sergeant.

You both made it to Las Almas and immediately entered a firefight with soldiers whose uniforms were a little too familiar to you.

You spotted Graves in the distance aiming a rifle at the Colonel's soldiers as they scaled up the walls of their former base.

You don't think he saw you but it didn't matter.

He was now your new foe that you were sent to end.

You followed everyone into the getaway van and listened to the information the Captain had acquired during his investigation.

You already that Shepherd had betrayed everyone, that was not your focus.

"Sir. What is our new task?" You removed your helmet and made yourself known to the two other members of the task force.

The skilled masked one, Ghost you assumed, looked at you before returning his gaze to the Captain while Soap watched you intently.

"Eager to get this over with Lutienent?" Price joked.

"I would like to stay prepared since I'm familiar with Shadow company and their methods."

"Are you? In that case, I think it would be best if we start planning our next move once we get to the safe house." No more questions were asked and nothing more was said. The ride to the safe house stayed quiet even after everyone got out of the van.

You all had the chance to rest for the night.

You were told to rest since they would need you bright and early to discuss the plan.

You stripped out of your heavier gear and took the blankets that the Seargent Major, Rudy, gave you to put on the floor.

You were used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions and uncomfortable places so sleeping on the floor covered with hay was a bit more luxurious than the usual.

You didn't get much sleep as your thoughts raced.

Graves was now your enemy and not that long ago you had him warming your bed and marking your skin.

Not that long ago he was calling for you to let him cum inside you and asking you what you wanted to do once his operation was over.

You dreamed of him.

Graves was bloodied and begging for your forgiveness on his hands and knees.

He was looking up at you like you were his god and his only savior.

"Baby, please! Take me with you. Take me back. Im sorry. Please, help me!" His nose was broken and he was bleeding from his abdomen.

Snot mixed with blood and tears streamed down his face. His hands pull at your fatigues and begging for your attention.

When you woke up you took a quick shower and put your gear back on before heading out to the communal room.

The plan was set in motion.

The Ghost team was ready to go with you following behind The captain and his sergeant.

#phillip graves #graves x reader #graves cod #graves x you #graves mw2 #graves call of duty #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #cod modern warfare #cod #mw2 #modern warfare fanfiction #modern warfare #cod mw2 #call of duty #dd speaks

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We're moving so i did So Much today to prep my room for staging or whatever, i didnt even get to writing until like. 9:30 or 10, so it's short and sweet today, posted with just over an hour to spare

@taznovembercelebration

Day 12: coworkers au

Lup's just trying to help Magnus out and make a little extra pocket change. Why does shit always have to go sour?

Read it on AO3

When Magnus first proposed his idea for a winter time side hustle, Lup didn't think it'd really get off the ground. Who was going to pay to have someone put up their outdoor Candlenights decorations for them? Decorating is half the fun of the season. But she agreed to help when she could.

Turns out, a lot of people will pay for it. They had to introduce a service to just put lights along the eavestroughs. People hate doing that shit, but she and Magnus run like a well oiled machine. Neither of them necessarily need the money, but it's a nice little bonus to end the ear. Plus it gets them outside during the few hours of sunlight. Take that, seasonal depression.

Lup's up on a ladder, adjusting some of the attachments along one part of the house. Magnus is somewhere nearby, fiddling with another string, trying to untie the knot it tied itself into over the past ten months in storage. “We wrap these up nicely, don't we?” He says. “Every year, we bundle them up so we don't have to do this, and every year they're impossible!”

Lup attaches a few extra hooks to the house. “Just give it a good shake, they'll sort themselves out.” She hears the jingling of little lightbulbs clinking against each other, and Magnus exclaims happily. “Told you.” She snaps the string she's working on into the new hooks. “Alright, Mags. Give that a tug.”

Magnus plus his untangled string into the end of hers, and pulls gently on the join. The droops in the string pull taut, and the lights hang perfectly straight down. Lup nods, satisfied.

She's taken two steps down the ladder when her foot slips. She tries to throw her hands out behind her, but she lands hard against the frozen ground. “Holy shit!” Mangus runs over and drops to his knees by her side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she says unconvincingly, “just waiting for the sky to stop spinning.”

Magnus inhales sharply. “Alright, uh, I'm gonna call 911.”

“You don't have to do that.”

“No, I super do. Because, one, you just fell off a ladder onto dirt that's been frozen solid, without any snow to break your fall, and two,” he pauses, and she can see him cringe, “I, uh, don't think your elbow's supposed to bend like that.”

She cranes her neck up to look, and she really wishes she hadn't. Her arm is laying in a way it really shouldn't be. She drops her head back against the ground. “Why doesn't it hurt?”

“Shock, probably? Just- don't move.”

“Roger.”

By the time the ambulance shows up, it hurts. The paramedics do whatever tests they have to. She wiggles her fingers and toes, she knows her name, where she is, the date, the president, all that good stuff. They stabilise her arm and load her up. Magnus stays behind so he can drive his truck and meet her at the hospital.

Once there, they do some x-rays and it turns out she fucked up her arm real bad. No concussion, thankfully. They set the bone, which hurts like a bitch, but she gets a pink cast out of it.

“I always wanted to break a bone when I was younger,” Magnus says as the nurse wraps Lup's arm in the hot pink material.

The nurse laughs. “That's pretty common.”

“I dreamed of having a red cast. Like, firetruck red. And everybody at school would see my cool red cast and sign it.”

“I'm living my dreams, babe,” Lup says. “Hot pink cast for the win.”

“Hell yeah.” He high fives her good hand.

She looks back at the nurse, “how long do I have to wear this anyway?”

“With the complexity of the break, it could be six to eight weeks."

“Eight weeks?!”

“Maybe more, if an x-ray shows that it's shifted or not healing properly.”

“It didn't feel like kids had casts on for that long in elementary school,” Magnus says.

“Simpler breaks don't need as long.”

“Damn.” She looks at Magnus, “I don't think I'll be going up any ladders any time soon.”

“Yeah, god, please don't.”

#taz #taz fic #lup #magnus burnsides #taz lup #this honestly only fits the prompt super loosely but who gives a fuck #it's all for fun and flavour #i might reuse it tho if i pull it again and i have an idea

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Looking For Trouble

AN: Yes I know it’s late, but it’s a busy time so bear with me. This fic was so much fun to write tho! Wish I could’ve made it longer, but I have other fics to write, & there’s still 1 more peaky blinders fic this month! Thank @a-fluffer-nutter for the prompt, I had a blast planning things out! I still might flesh this out into something longer when I’m not on as big of a time crunch lol.

Thomas should've known something was up when Arthur waltzed into his office, but didn't say a word. He eyed him as he wandered about the shelves, studying all the odd knickknacks and accolades, before turning his attention back to the stack of papers in front of him.

Arthur started casually whistling a low tune, picking up a snow globe and turning it around in his hands to inspect it. Tommy watched him with a bored expression.

"Yes, can I help you?" he asked, not so subtly hinting for him to leave his office. Arthur perked up when spoken to, turning to face him.

"Not particularly, no," he said, managing to maintain his casual facade. He set the snow globe back down, strolling over to his desk with meandering steps. Thomas watched him with a careful eye while still trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him.

"Well... you're distracting me," he deadpanned, but Arthur didn't seem to get the hint. Or rather, he deliberately ignored it.

"Am I?" he asked, and there was something in his voice that should've tipped him off, but went overlooked.

"Yes. So if you have no business, I'd appreciate some peace and quiet." When Arthur still didn't leave, he gave an exaggerated sigh, "What?"

"I never said I didn't have business," Arthur said, mustache twitching with his smirk. "Never said I didn't have business." He took a step closer. "It's just not... business business." Another step. Tommy cocked a brow, leveling him with a gaze.

"Then it doesn't concern me."

"See, that's where you're wrong." He sat down on the corner of his desk, shifting and crinkling the papers scattered about. "You're the only one who can help."

That got his attention. "Help with what?" Arthur leaned across his desk, far into his personal space and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm lookin' for trouble mate," he practically growled, and only then did Thomas recognize the mischief gleaming in his eyes.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Before he could even scoot away from his desk, Arthur was on him, keeping him pinned to the office chair. Thomas yelped, fighting him off for as long as he could, struggling to keep his hands at bay. Arthur was quick and stronger than him, and easily slipped from his grasp. He dug into his ribs, reluctant chuckles fighting their way to the surface. He tweaked his bottom rib, earning a bark of laughter before Tommy managed to slip out of the chair.

He landed on the hardwood floor, bolting to his feet before Arthur could pin him. His eyes were wide and had a wild look to them, but his smile still lingered. He pointed a stern finger at him, “What the hell was that for?”

Arthur chuckled, a deep, gravely sound. “What? Can’t a guy tickle his grumpy ass little brother in peace?” He relished in the way his jaw dropped, a dark pink blush spreading across his cheeks. He floundered for an answer before he was composed enough to speak.

“No!”

“Agree to disagree.” Arthur stood in front of him, blocking the only exit. Thomas tried to step around him, but the taller mirrored his movements. A smile twitched on his lips, arms curling in to protect himself. All it took was a flinch to the left for Arthur to strike.

He caught him around the waist, wiggling his fingers into Tommy’s sides. A strangled choking sound escaped his throat, a tight lipped smile stretching over his face despite his best efforts to suppress it. His resolve didn’t last once Arthur went for his hips, squeezing and drilling circles over the bones.

“Y’know somethin’? You’re real easy to catch off guard when you’re working. Practically have a target painted on your back!” he said conversationally, hands crawling over Tommy’s stomach.

“Ahaharthur! Knohock ihihit ohohoff!” he scolded through his laughter, but the venom was gone from his voice.

“Mmm, no, don’t think I will. Not really a sneak attack if I don’t do much attacking,” he teased, reaching a hand down to squeeze his knee, chuckling when Tommy snorted. His legs buckled and Arthur had to guide him to the floor so that he wouldn’t just collapse into a giggly heap.

Arthur used the new position to loom over him, a sinister grin in place. He wasted no time and latched onto both knees, sending him into howling laughter that turned to deep cackles once Arthur got ahold of his thighs.

In the midst of the mess that was his mind, Thomas couldn’t help but think he might need to launch a sneak attack of his own. Once he can breathe, of course.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 13 #arthur shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders tickle fic #ticklish!tommy #ticklish!thomas

[solar-argo]

I FORGOT ABOUT THE OC-TOBER IM SO SORRY

I'm going on a road trip with my mom tomorrow tho, which means! A lot of time to draw! So i will try my bestest to do a few days LMAO

Anyway to tide yall over, have my lego monkie kid oc!! I love her with all of my heart.

I have edited her design a little, and given her a backstory!! I also finished the show. Giggles autistically. CW for below, season 3 spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid! As well as minor character death, but that's not a show spoiler

So, she has a little sister, Fēn, and she loves her little sister. Her parents are. Distant at best, so Qiu was kinda eldest daughter syndrome-ed by their parents. During the Lady Bone Demon attack, her house collapsed while her sister was at school (Qiu is in university, taking classes at night, and working part time to afford a babysitter for Fēn when their parents arent around, which is often).

Qiu wakes up in a pocket of rubble and is able to wiggle her way out, and stays at a hospital thats taking in displaced people while tracking down her sister. When she finally finds her, about a week later, she tells Fēn that she couldn't find their parents, but when people offer to try to help finding them, Qiu politely declines, and never does bother to put in effort to find them.

Considering Qiu is now the SOLE provider for her little sister, she drops out of her evening classes and searches for a full-time job that will take her despite her lack of degree. Her search takes her to Pigsy's noodles, where she's once again told that there aren't any openings. However, she is desperate for a job, and begs Pigsy to consider her. So, he hesitantly offers her a job in the kitchen; doing prep work for him, grocery runs when they run out of an ingredient, etc. She thanks him, and the next day she sends Fēn off to school, and goes to Pigsy's noodles.

Every weekday she leaves early to pick up her sister, and then comes right back, plonking her sister in a chair at the counter to do her homework. Eventually, Tang and Mei offer to do it, and trade off picking Fēn up from school. While she's at the shop, Tang and Mei usually keep her company, and, when it's not busy, so will MK.

Eventually, they find out that Qiu dropped out of school, and when they ask why, she shrugs and responds 'I couldn't afford a house, food, AND a babysitter while in school, so I had to sacrifice something.' They all feel bad, despite the fact that Qiu shrugs it off, saying that it was a part of life. So, MK, Mei, and Tang all band together and tell Qiu that they'll watch Fēn for free while she is in classes. Qiu cries, thanks them, and applies to uni again for the new school year.

Problems arise, however, during the first set of exams. Qiu needs to be at school in the morning, and everyone is busy in the morning; MK doing training, Mei training as well (I headcanon that after the arc was finished, Mei kept training to use the samadhi fire with Red Son), and Tang usually shopping with Pigsy.

So, on MK's day with Fēn, she's brought the flower fruit mountain, and gets to meet Sun Wukong. They get along... alright; Sun Wukong is a little awkward around her, considering she's a lot younger than MK, and he's not quite sure how to talk to her. They spend the day painting rocks while MK does chores around the mountain; Qiu didn't want them to work on fighting with a 6 year old right there.

On Mei's day, she takes Fēn to see Red Son, who has Mei work on her focus and control over the fire. Red Son, who has a MUCH easier time talking to her than Wukong, ends up sitting next to Fēn and playing various games with her while Mei trains.

On Tang's day, she gets dropped off with Sandy, who ends up having a several hour long tea party with her and Mo, complete with a comically small tiara for Sandy, and a pink ballgown for Mo. And of course, Fēn dresses up in her own blue gown, and doesn't ask Sandy why or how he had her favorite color ballgown. (He asked Qiu what Fēn's size was, and made a gown for her, just in case she ever came over)

And on the last day of exams, MK had training again; this time, with Macaque. Macaque was, to most people's surprise, very soft with Fēn. When MK arrived to his dojo, visibly frazzled with an excited 6 year old, he'd blinked, stared for a moment. He'd sighed, canceling training, and left the dojo, locking it behind him, before bending down to talk to Fēn, introducing himself, and asking what she wanted to do. And so, the 3 of them went to an arcade, MK and Fēn playing while Macaque kept an eye out. By the end of the day, Fēn was referring to Macaque as "uncle M"

That's all I got for now, and I did not mean for it to be so damn LONG?? Jesus christ- TLDR lbd attacks, oc becomes mom to her little sister, works at Pigsy's, goes to college, and The Gang babysits her little sister for her.

Mayhaps I should make a fic out of this. (I will never make a fic out of this, I do NOT have the motivation to write. Like, ever)

#artists on tumblr #digital art #oc art #drawing #lego monkie kid #oc #backstory #oc backstory

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Silver Ink [1/3]

Jungkook is so many thing; absolutely not shy, a talented artist, a confident character, a charmer and a well known powerhouse in the bedroom- while you're very very inexperienced in the arts of love and dating.

Or alternatively: "So, what does a guy gotta do to be able to take you out? Totally not asking for a friend."

Tags/Warnings: Tattoo Artist!Jungkook x Piercer!Reader, coworkers to lovers AU, skirt enthusiast jungkook, he likes thighs, reader has a tongue piercing, adult thoughts lol, eventual smut, quiet reader

Part 2 • Part 3 (fin)

Jungkook never knocks or asks for entrance.

He quite literally walks around as if this was his home, which at this point it kind of was. He considered his coworkers his family after all- everyone somehow connected with each other. And then there's you.

You've joined a year ago, have denied every attempt by him to tattoo you, and had somehow even without talking much wiggled your way into this little family. You're a part that can't be left out anymore, even if you're a silent one.

And for an incredibly long time, jungkook had been convinced yiu hated him- or at least disliked him.

But then they started to turn up; a cupcake on his desk in his studio every morning you worked with him, a cup of coffee after every break he'd spend somewhere outside, or two entire sets of rare ink bottles for his last birthday- a present that had come from you he'd found out after asking around. And he's slowly thinking that you're just.. quiet.

You're incredibly skilled at what you do, gentle and steady hands perfect for delicate and potentially dangerous work. Your calm character really helped as well- making people feel at ease around you, which was incredibly important.

He also remembers that one time he walked into you piercing your own nipples.

Every since then, he can't get the image of you out of his mind; your black skirt revealing your soft thighs, decorated by delicate fishnet tights as you'd sat there, chest on full display. He'd seen his fare share of tits in his life, but for some reason, he can only refer to yours as absolutely perfect for him. Soft looking, perfectly placed, and perfectly sized. He can just imagine how his hands would fit over them while he'd play with them, getting you all hot and bothered for him. And the worst part of it all;

You didn't even flinch.

You just continued your preparations, going on with your task as if he wasn't even there, although he knew you'd seen him.

Things like these constantly happened.

Just like now, as you sit on your stretcher where customers technically sat, a needle and a small pot of ink on your table close by. He instantly recognizes what you're doing, and he closes the curtain of your small room, walking up to you where he sits down on your office chair. "Whatcha doing?" He asks, and you just hum, eyes focused on your task as you continue your small artwork. He watches how delicately you move the needle, laying his arms on your table as he rests his head on them to watch you.

Against what he might think, you've noticed him just fine, heartbeat speeding up as you suddenly put the needle down onto a sanitized tissue, sighing.

"What is it?" He asks innocently, as you look close- but not quite at him. Now that he thought about it, you never looked at him.

"I.. can't concentrate well when you're here." You mumble quietly, and while he was about to ask why, he notices the way the tips of your ears turn red.

He has an idea.

"The stencil is nice." He says, voice gentle as it seems to drip like honey down your bones. "Would be a shame to waste it." He says, leaning a bit closer to catch a glance at your face. "Can I?" He asks, inked hand pointing to the needle on the table.

After a moment, you shrug- before nodding.

He grins, rolling the chair closer to you as he takes the gloves, slipping them over his hands with a bit of trouble since you're using a way smaller size than him. He leans over, using the needle in a way different manner than you did as he expertly works on your little tattoo. He seems absolutely happy like this, hands on your thigh as he works way quicker than you.

"So." He starts, as you look down onto his black hair. "When do I get a nice piercing done by the princess herself, hm?" He asks, and you shrug, focusing on how he works.

"Dunno." You say in your typical fashion. "You never asked." You say, and he clicks his tongue as he dips the needle in the ink again.

"Fair." He admits. "But now you know. I want one." He says. "Like, my eyebrow? Always wanted one. You think It'd suit me?" He wonders, and you can't stop the words tumbling out.

"Anything would look good on a face like that." You mumble, playing with your fingers as he smirks.

"So you do think I'm hot!" He says, as if he'd just won a gold medal. "Fuck, I thought I wasn't your type or some shit!" He laughs, and you look at him as he finishes up, wiping away the ink on your skin with a gentle hand. "So, what does a guy gotta do to be able to take you out? Totally not asking for a friend." He says, and you stay quiet until he puts the needle away, looking at you.

"I-wait, are you asking me out?" You ask, and he giggles boyishly.

"You're so cute."He says, eyes sparkling with adoration. "I am. Today even, if you're up for it?" He wonders, and you become a bit nervous.

How do you tell him that you never dated before?

"I uh.."you start, as he makes sure to clean your skin carefully. "Dont know if you'd really, you know, liked that." You say, looking down before be tries to gain your eye contact.

"Why would you think that?" He asks, genuinely interested in the answer.

"Cause I.." you start, mumbling around. "Dont know how to, you know, do that." You admit.

"How to do what? Go on a date?" He asks, and you shrug before nodding. "Wait wait wait, you're telling me-" he starts, rolling the chair right in front of where you sit, brows furrowed as he looks at you bewildered. "You've never been on a date before? Ever?" He asks.

"Ugh, no, I haven't." You throw yourself back, leaning against the wall behind you with a huff. "And no, I've never kissed, or had sex, or whatever! There you go!" You say, looking away from him.

Jungkook however, is confused to say the least. "How.?" He asks, more so himself than you. You're absolutely pretty, got a super nice personality and seem like a great girl to have. You have so many talents, your laugh is addicting, and the way you notice the smallest things was something jungkook always admired about you. "Okay, it's a date then." He says, rolling the chair back before he stands up, walking over to you with a suddenly determined expression. "I'm taking you out, and I'm gonna make you fall in love for me too." He says with a grin, before he teasingly taps underneath your chin, waking out your room.

What just happened?

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #bts reactions #jeon jungkook smut #dom jungkook #silver ink jungkook #silver ink

[ilyjohnb]

a/n: sorry this took so long! i think i actually like this one! in case anyone is interested, im posting this on my wattpad now! link on pinned post. **gif credit to @lydiaas**

requester: anon “ “Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.” maybe this with john b… but it does turn out to be broken and he needs surgery?”

summary: when Rafe Cameron is bothering you, John B doesn’t hesitate to hurt himself to help you

warnings: fighting and a broken arm, both of which are not graphically detailed

word count: 1138

You loved being a Pogue, except when one specific boy Kook ruined everything. Your parents were Kooks, and everyone expected you, Y/n Y/l/n to be one too. Life simply didn't work that way. You loved hanging with your 3 best friends and your boyfriend. But those 3 dumb kooks always tried to remind you of what you were supposed to be.

This particular instance happened at the annual Bonfire. JJ, Kiara, and Pope all had something better to do, which you didn’t blame them. The bonfire was like any other party that happened all year. John B was right by your side, kissing you and returning the glare Rafe Cameron was sending his way. Everything was going fine, until of course John B had to leave and do something. Rafe made his way over. You backed up as far as you could, but they eventually caught up.

“Hello, Y/n.”

You backed up to the point where you were out of sight from everyone at the bonfire. Which meant that nobody could see Rafe, which means they also couldn't see that you needed help.

“Where's your goons this time?”

“Don’t need them. Not when I have you, the Kook Princess.”

“I’m not a Kook.”

He stepped closer, too close. “I think that the weak-ass excuse of a boyfriend manipulated you into thinking that. You're a Kook. Same as me, same as Sarah, and same as everyone who lives on Figure 8, which you legally do. I think.” He gently smiled over in your direction, lcking his lips. “you need someone to help you remember that.”

“Oh is that right Rafe?” John B asked.

Rafe charged at him, knocking him over. John B got the first punch in by the time you made it over there to help him. Rafe managed to stand up, but you kicked Rafe in the back of his knees making him collapse.

“I think it’s best if you leave now, Rafe.” You seethed.

“You know I'm right, Y/n. Just think about it!” He shouted as he ran over to his car to leave.

You scoffed before running over to John B.

“John B I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault that some dumbass Kook felt the need to try and mack on you.”

You pouted. “Well, I’m still sorry.”

You leaned in and hugged him, so he leaned down for a kiss, but you felt his hand being held at an awkward angle.

“John B? Stick up your hands.” You saw him, his hand was stiff and his fingers were bent. “Did you mess up something in your hand?”

“Uh, probably.”

“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”

“Fuck, ow.” He tried, but ultimately couldn’t.

“We need to get you to a hospital bubs.”

“Why?”

“Since you can’t wiggle your fingers, it’s probably a break.”

You took him home first, grabbing him a shirt and an ice pack. You walked back to the car and helped him slip the shirt on, opening the door of the van for him so he could get back in.

“I’m supposed to be opening the door for you.” He pouted.

“You broke your hand for me, I think that’s enough chivalry for the night.”

After waiting for an hour, he was taken back and they x-rayed his hand while I sat and waited in the room. Eventually, he came back.

“How’d it go?”

“Great I think I aced it.”

“That’s not how it works, you know what? Good job babe.”

Right after, a man came in.

“Mr. Routledge?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Hi I’m Doctor Jones,” He reached over and shook both of our hands.

“So it is indeed a break.”

“Nothing that a cast can’t fix, right doc?” John B tried to laugh but stopped when he saw the doctor didn’t look like he agreed with his statement.

“In most cases, yes. The problem with your arm,” He pulled up the X-ray and showed it to us. “Is that you’ve broken both of the bones. We'll put you in a splint for now, but you’ll need to come back in after your swelling goes down. Just fill in this paperwork and confirm that someone will pick you up, and we’ll get that scheduled for you.”

You helped him with the boring paperwork. He got his splint put on and then he was all set for the next three days when his surgery was.

“I don’t want surgery, y/n! I’m fine.” He grumbled.

“No, you’re not bubs. It’ll be okay. I’m dropping you off and then picking you up too.”

You sat in the waiting room for the last half-hour of the surgery. You had spent the time cleaning up a little so it wouldn’t be hard for John B to get around after he got home.

“Ms. Y/l/n?”

You looked up at the same doctor who went over the x-rays with you.

“Yes, I’m here for John Routledge. He had wrist surgery this morning.”

“Ah yes. The surgery went well and with no complications. If he leaves the splint on, and eventually the cast, and comes to his physical therapy after he’s done healing he should get full use of his arm again.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Am I allowed to see him?”

“Yes, he’s in room 210. It’s down the hall here on the left.” He pointed.

You nodded and took off to see John B. You honestly didn’t know what you were expecting. This was a little different than wisdom teeth removal surgery. You had absolutely no clue how he would be.

Post-surgery John B was tired. He was in the splint again as they waited for the swelling to recede after the surgery.

“Hi, Y/n.” He smiled up at you.

“How are you feeling, bubs?”

“Now that you’re here I feel perfect. Wanna know why?”

“Why?” You smiled, amused.

“Because you’re perfect. Excuse me, ma’am.”

The nurse who was writing something on his chart looked up at him, no sign of being annoyed was present on her face.

“My girlfriend is perfect, isn’t she?”

“John B!” You gently scolded. “You’re gonna embarrass me.”

“But you are and everyone needs to know that you are.” He pouted.

“Wait, shit. Don’t cry bubs. I’m sorry. Wanna go home and have ice cream?”

He nodded and you gently wiped away his tears with your thumbs. You quickly signed the discharge paperwork and then you were all set. You held the hand of his good arm as he was wheeled out of the hospital. You gently put him in the front seat and smiled over at him when you were both buckled in and ready to go.

John B was a keeper, and you were so glad to have someone like him in your life.

#john b routledge #outer banks #john b imagine #john b x reader #john b x fem!reader #john b one shot #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #my writing

[lostinthewiind]

Afraid of the Dark: Azumane Asahi & the Corn Maze

Synopsis: a series of cute drabbles about your time spent with the Karasuno volleyball team members during the spooky season of October and the wonderful holiday Halloween

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Peering up at the sky and the slowly setting sun, Asahi shifted slightly beside you before directing his gaze back toward the vast corn field before the two of you.

"It's going to get dark soon," he said, clearly wary about being stuck in a corn maze once the sun went down.

Wrapping your fingers around Asahi's wrist, you dragged him toward the maze entrance and chuckled. "You worried about being stuck in the maze overnight?" You wiggled your eyebrows jokingly, knowing all too well you were making his nerves worse. "Just us, the maze, and whatever else lurks in the darkness."

Asahi slowed his pace and you felt him resist your pulling. "Why do you love to see me suffer?"

Stopping in your tracks right before the maze entrance, you sighed. "It's a corn maze, Asahi. You need to be a little more adventurous." You waited for his expression to fade into something other than terror, and when it didn't, you softened your approach. "Look, the maze is just a field. If we get lost, we just head straight in one direction through the corn and we will eventually find our way out. We cannot possibly get lost or stuck overnight. We will be fine."

You watched as Asahi looked past you at the maze, the gears in his mind working overtime as he contemplated giving in to your persistence. ". . . I don't know," he whispered.

Removing your grip from Asahi's wrist and taking his hand, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. "We will be together the whole time. I promise," you told him. "Please, Asahi? I love the corn maze."

Asahi's worried expression slowly softened into reluctant compliance and he nodded. "Okay," he agreed. "I'll do it."

Hand-in-hand, you and Asahi ventured into the maze. You thought that allowing Asahi to choose the twists and turns you made might make him feel less anxious, but instead, he was happier simply following your lead.

What you didn't know, however, was that the only thing keeping Asahi's nerves at bay as the sun got lower and lower was the look of pure joy on your face as the two of you disappeared deeper into the maze. That, and the fact that you never let go of his hand—not even for a second.

As the two of you made a turn after doubling back a little, Asahi heard a rustle in the field and his head snapped toward the noise. "Did you hear that?" he asked.

Following Asahi's stare, you watched the stalks of corn for movement. "Probably just a crow." You decided against telling Asahi that some corn mazes had people in costumes lurking inside. "Don't worry about it. We're almost out, I can feel it in my bones."

"The last time you convinced me of something because you 'felt it in your bones,' the two of us ended up stranded in the city after we missed the last train." Asahi reminded you.

You laughed when you remembered that night. "Hey, we had a good time, didn't we?" You looked back over your shoulder at him. "Don't lie. You had fun."

He shrugged. "I guess it wasn't too bad."

"'Wasn't too bad.'" You quoted him with a scoff. "That picture I have of you smiling at the sunset says otherwise."

Asahi narrowed his eyes at you. "You told me you were going to delete that photo."

"I know . . . but it was too good to delete." You smiled, giving his hand a tug so he was walking beside you instead of behind you. "You don't smile enough."

"Maybe you just smile too much," he retorted.

Pulling Asahi around another corner, you rolled your eyes. "Fine, I'll stop. I'll just be miserable-" You stopped mid-sentence when you spotted a clearing up ahead, indicating the end of the maze. "Look, Asahi! We made it! My bones are never wrong!"

Asahi visibly relaxed when he realized the two of you had made it out of the maze. Just in time, too, as it was beginning to get dark out.

"I told you it would be fine." You let go of Asahi's hand as the two of you crossed the threshold of the exit. "Stick with me and I'll never steer you wrong!"

Asahi stood in silence as you gloated about being right about the maze; and even though you assumed he was just too exhausted to form a response, he was instead watching you and, more specifically, your smile.

Asahi adored when you smiled. Your smile made him smile and he wasn't sure how to tell you that the reason why you never saw him smiling was that, usually, when he was smiling, it was because you were smiling at something else.

More than anything else, Asahi cherished when he was the reason you were smiling.

"Hey, there you go!" You caught the small grin that spread across his face. "I knew you'd have fun!"

Asahi let his smile grow wider. "Don't stop," he said.

Confused, you cocked a brow. "What?"

"Don't stop smiling," he clarified. "Never stop smiling."

#haikyuu #lostinthewiind #reader insert #x reader #reader imagine #fanfiction #fluff #halloween #afraid of the dark #series #asahi #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #azumane asahi

[writer-ish]

makai

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Brooke Spiers) Word Count: 3.4k Rating: 18+ (NSFW - minors dni) Author's Note: makai (mah-kigh) - one of the four key directions on Oahu, but used on all Hawaiian Islands; makai means "toward the ocean".

Premise: A follow-up fic to this text exchange. Ethan and Brooke meet for a little pre-planned Hawaiian rendezvous.

Hey, I’m here. Where you at?

Brooke taps out the message on her cell phone, keeping one eye on the almost-empty lobby.

It's late now - late for check-in, late for milling around, late, it seems, for Hawaii itself - and she'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't feeling a bit sleepy—a bit like, maybe, she should be getting up for a six AM shift in Boston after having gotten a good seven hours of sleep the night before?

Rather than waiting for her elderly boyfriend to meet her for a late-night swim - and a little more, hopefully - after sleeping a total of five half-lucid hours on an airplane in the last twenty-four hour period.

She's about to text him again, when she hears a voice from behind her.

"Christ, enough with the texting already."

Whirling around, she can't help the grin that splits her cheeks at the sight of him. Without responding, she throws her arms around his neck, squeezing him in an impromptu hug. His hair is a little damp and appears freshly washed and there's the sharp, pleasant, and familiar smell of his cologne that she inhales when she presses her body to his.

He seems almost nonplussed at her public and spontaneous affection, his arms staying at his sides for a beat longer than they should, before he returns her embrace. She giggles as he even takes her for a half spin, kissing her neck before setting her down, hands lingering at her hips.

"Well, aren't you in a good mood," he comments, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

She shrugs, giving him a cheeky grin. "It's nice to see you. Plus," she adds, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his as she starts to walk, "I'm in vacation mode, so you're going to a get a much better version of me for the next few days."

He allows her to lead him out of the lobby and to the stone pathway that will eventually take them down to the beach.

"I like the version I get at home," he remarks once they're in the open air, which smells like hibiscus and coconut and the reminiscent warmth of the sun still emanating from the stones.

As they walk, he tugs her closer and puts his arm over her shoulders. She smiles up at him as she wraps her arm around his waist. He returns it, staring down at her with an inscrutable look, but one that causes a bloom of warmth to start in her chest and work its way outwards.

"It's nice to be somewhere different, though." Resting her head on his shoulder, they continue to amble down the path. "I like us at home, too, but…" She trails off with a shrug. "We work a lot. And don't see each other outside of work enough. I mean, I thought with you suspended I'd at least get a date night, then you had to go and get your freaking job back!"

He throws his head back and laughs, a loud, head-shaking, self-deprecating thing.

"Oh god, I've really done you wrong, haven't I?"

"Yes!" she insists, though she can't stop her own giggles. "Not even a dinner out. Our first movie in months was on the private jet that Vik got me."

Ethan rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I haven't gotten you a private jet yet?"

"Nope." Her hair tosses against her cheeks as she shakes her head, unable to keep the smile off her face. She loves teasing him, she loves being away with him, she loves—she cuts her thoughts short and focuses on their banter. "For shame, sir."

He glances at her and she sees the heat in his gaze as she calls him "sir". She bites her lip and looks up at him innocently. His eyes go from hers down to her lip in an instant and she laughs again.

"You're like one of Pavlov's dogs, I swear." Breaking free from him, she jogs lightly ahead of him down the path, her sandals slapping the pavement with her movements. "Anyway, your old bones are slowing me down. Keep up!" She takes off towards the beach, her sundress whipping around her legs, even as she can hear his bit off curse from behind her.

"I'm not running!" he calls, his voice growing distant as she puts more space between them.

"Your loss!" she yells over her shoulder, before turning around and jogging backwards to tease him even more. She screams as she sees him gaining speed quickly and her shrieks turn into hysterical giggles as he ducks down and lifts her effortlessly over his shoulder, continuing on without breaking his stride.

She buries her face in the thin cotton of his shirt so that she doesn’t wake up all the other sleepy inhabitants of their resort with her giddy snorts, especially when he playfully smacks her butt as he carries her steadily to the beach. Soon, she feels his steps change as his feet sink into the soft sand.

"Wow." His voice is soft and, even though it's coming from somewhere near her rump, it still carries over to where she is, hanging securely off his shoulder.

"I want to see!" She squirms and he grips her bottom, holding her still as he reaches up with his other hand. She feels him wriggle his finger under the heel strap of her sandals and she stills, waiting as he removes first one and then the other. Leaning forward, he places her down gently and she immediately wiggles her toes in the warm, fine sand before whirling around to take in the view.

"Oh, wow," she breathes as well, because truly there isn't another word for it.

The moonlight reflects off the dark surface of the waves, illuminating the gentle ebb and flow of the tide. Dark shadows on the horizon appear to be mountains or something in the distance - she hadn't had a chance to check out the beach in the daytime upon their arrival, so she's just seeing it now for the first time, perhaps not in all its colourful splendour, but still, majestic and beautiful in its own right.

And the stars - Brooke can't remember the last time she'd seen so many of them. They sparkle in the inky blue firmament like someone had tossed an infinity of tiny diamonds on a velvet tray. She breathes in the salty sweet air deeply as her and Ethan take in the view together, silently, for a moment.

"Thank you for asking me to come here with you," Ethan says quietly, eyes still on the sea and the sky. "I didn't realize how much I needed this… this quiet beauty. This moment of serenity."

She quirks a smile at him, taking his hand in hers. He looks down at their intertwined fingers and then back up at her face, his eyes warm and soft, the pale blue glistening in the moonlight.

"I did," she tells him simply with a little shrug, still smiling up at him.

He looks at her for another beat, his eyes conveying a message that only her heart understands, then he turns to her, stroking her cheek softly with his knuckles, before leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips.

She cups his cheeks in her hands and returns it, keeping it soft, sweet, open-mouthed and warm. After a moment, she pulls back and looks up at him, the smile back on her face. It’s silly, but it almost feels like a permanent fixture tonight; one she can't get rid of even if she tries.

He’s watching her again, eyes heavy and heated, even in the glowing light of the moon. He slides his thumbs over her cheekbones in a light caress. "Brooke, I—"

Even though they’ve gone down this road many times before - the incomplete sentences, the longing looks, the words that are felt but not said - Brooke still feels her breath catch and her heart rate increase as she waits.

They stay suspended like that for a moment, the waves and the moon their only companions, when suddenly the call of a night bird, tropical and unfamiliar, breaks them from their reverie.

Ethan looks up and Brooke looks away, disappointed - though not surprised - that the moment got away from them again without any new revelations.

“Looks like we have company,” Ethan remarks, his voice carefully composed, even as he pulls her closer, rubbing her bare arms with his hands.

“Well,” Brooke replies, still determined to make this a good night, “as long as our only company is avian...” She pulls away from him, reaching up and teasing at the straps of her sundress. “What do you say we go for a swim?”

Biting back a smirk, he looks back and forth across the long expanse of beach. Her gaze follows his, ensuring along with him that they truly are alone. As much as she thrives on the spontaneity of a moment like this, she'd rather not have any of their colleagues - or any guest for that matter - see her naked. Which is exactly what she plans on being in due course.

“Looks pretty quiet.” His gaze locks in on hers again. “No?”

She nods, teeth catching at her bottom lip as she slowly backs up towards the water, pulling the straps of her dress down to fall on her upper arms. “Indeed it does, Dr Ramsey.” She pulls one arm out and then the other, leaving the dress clinging to the tops of her breasts. She continues to step backwards until her feet hit the shoreline, warm, frothy waves caressing her ankles. She laughs in delight and looks down, sliding around in the wet sand.

Ethan is closing in on her, his shirt already off. She sees he’s holding her sandals and his shoes in one hand, shirt slung over his arm.

“How’s the water?” he asks, though his eyes are still on the beach, as though he’s looking for something.

When she realizes his apparent destination, she can't help but shake her head fondly - he's walked over to one of the resort chairs, stacked up neatly for the evening, and is placing their shoes and his shirt on the pile.

Heaven forbid they get sand on them, she thinks, unable to stop the swell of affection she feels for her fastidious man.

Making her way over to him, she shimmies the dress up and over her head.

“Space for one more thing?” she asks innocently waiting for him to turn to look at her.

When he does, she gets immediate gratification at his dumbstruck look.

She had foregone a bra completely, so she watches as he takes her in from head to toe, nipples already stiffening in the exposed night air and under his gaze. She'd also pulled out the "special occasion" underwear, a lacy, boy-cut confection that she knew he'd appreciate.

And by the look in his eyes, he seems very appreciative.

Smiling cheekily, she shimmies down the underwear as well, tossing it to him before wading further into the water.

For all her bravado, standing stark naked on a public beach for longer than thirty seconds stretches the limits of her comfort, so it feels nice to seek both warmth and privacy in the languid tropical waves.

She had almost been worried that the water would be cold, but instead it's the perfect temperature - just nice enough to submerge herself in without feeling like she's entering a frigid bath. She wades out a bit deeper until the water just skims the top of her breasts and she turns in time to see Ethan entering the water.

Her heart picks up speed as she admires him, his naked, muscular body limned by the moonlight, walking into the ocean like some sort of reverse Poseidon, his eyes fixated on her and her alone.

Brooke shivers in a way that has nothing to do with water temperature, goosebumps lifting the fine hairs on her arms as she waits for him to get to her. The anticipation is sweet, but not as sweet as seeing him up close, smiling down at her as he collects her in his arms.

Their naked bodies slide together and she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, feeling his arousal at the crux of her body. She kisses his neck, his jaw, his cheek, as his hands glide down to her bottom to lift her higher.

"This is nice," she murmurs, twining her arms tighter around his neck.

He hums in agreement, stroking her back up and down with one hand as they quietly watch the moon ripple on the horizon.

"I love touching you like this." He presses a kisses to her shoulder, squeezes her tighter. "If I could keep you this way, naked, pressed up against me, your skin on mine—if I could hold you like this forever, I would do it."

"Might be difficult to get work done." Her response is flippant, but his words have struck a chord deep inside her and her heart twangs painfully at the implications.

He snorts. "I don't care. Who needs work."

She pulls back to look at him, affecting a look of shock. "I'm sorry, who are you, and what have you done with Dr. Ethan Ramsey?"

He shakes his head, burying his face in her neck. When he speaks again, his words are muffled against her skin. "Dr. Ramsey has learned more in the past three years than in any of the previous years combined." He pulls back to look at her, one hand still holding her against him securely, the other pushing her damp waves back from her face. "Learned and grown and just—" He shakes his head before continuing. "Just tried to be better. To do better. Thanks to you." He kisses her and she can taste the salt on his lips.

"I can't take all the credit," she whispers against his mouth as they pull apart after a beat.

"Why not?" he whispers back, pressing another salty kiss to her lips. "You do it all the time at work anyway."

"Hey—!" She pulls away indignantly. "It's not my fault I’m the only one who can actually solve our cases—"

He laughs loudly and spins her around, making her lose track of her indignation as she dissolves into helpless giggles.

The warm water swirls over their bodies and she tightens her arms and legs around him. Her giggles inadvertently turn into a soft moan as she feels him, hard against her centre, settled right between her spread legs.

He tucks a kiss below her ear, nipping lightly at her pulse. "I want you so bad," he murmurs, sucking gently on the spot where he bit.

"So what are you waiting for," she breathes, her head lolling back as her hips move restlessly, her body stroking wetly against his length.

"Not in here," he groans, "the bacteria—not good for your—" He grunts as she presses more tightly against him, continuing to rub intimately in a way that has them both moaning.

"Have I ever told you—" She gasps, her breath coming out in short pants. "—how hot it is when you say the word 'bacteria' during sex?"

His response is a muffled groan into her shoulder as her jerky movements become more frantic, chasing the climax that has been inevitable since the first touch of salt water on her bare skin.

It's an odd sensation, the languid warmth of the ocean surrounding them while a different, more intimate, kind of wetness grows between. She misses the feel of him inside her during a moment like this, but there is something strangely, captivatingly erotic about making love this way. Their bodies sliding together in a new sort of intimacy, his rigid heat captured between her velvety folds.

“Ethan, I—” Her voice catches and his fingers tighten on her bottom, holding her to him in a way that hits that exact spot she needs it to. "Ah—ah!" She feels her muscles clench as a wave of pleasure crests…then crashes down over her. She lets out a moan, throwing her head back, the movement lifting her half out the water. Her nipples hit the cooler night air as her breasts emerge from the sea, and the feel of it in contrast to her climax sends prickles of sensation across her skin.

Ethan ducks down, kissing between her breasts as his hips jerk and finally still. He lets out a long groan through clenched teeth and she feels a bloom of warmth between them as she holds his head tightly against her chest. She can feel her heart pounding and his heartbeats echo hers from where his chest is pressed, closer to her stomach.

They hold each other for a protracted beat, the only sounds the crashing waves and their ragged breaths.

"Would you consider that," she finally says, still slightly breathless, "acceptable for my pH balance?"

He snickers deeply into her skin as he wraps his arms around her tighter before releasing her slowly. She allows her body to dip back and float leisurely on the bobbing waves. Letting out a contented sigh, she looks up at the stars, her eyes catching on a streak of light separate from the rest.

"Look!" She sits up quickly and grabs Ethan's arm, pointing at the sky.

He looks up as well and they watch as two, three stars make a quick descent from their position, a trail of sparkles in their wake.

"I've never seen a shooting star," she breathes, mesmerized.

He doesn't reply, so after a minute she glances over at him. He's staring at her, a soft smile tilting the corners of his lips. She can't see his face that well, even in the bright glow of an almost-full moon, but she recognizes the gentleness in his expression, the curve of his cheek as the shadow of a dimple barely appears.

She loves him so much.

She loves him so much that her heart aches with it, like a balloon that's about to pop or a cup that's overflowing.

She loves him for all his flaws, for all his hubris, for the ways he tries to be so good, and for all the ways he fails.

Her eyes well up as she looks at him, the words yearning to tumble from her lips. To tell him that she's always on his side. That he's hers, no matter what. There's no one else and there never will be.

That this is it, for her.

Instead she smiles back at him, albeit a little tremulously, and she leans forward, pushing off with her feet as she wades back to the shore.

He follows her quietly and they dress quickly, clothes awkward and difficult to tug onto their still-wet bodies.

As she grabs her sandals and goes to walk, he grabs her hand to stop her and pulls her into his arms.

They stand there for a bit, quiet and still, and Brooke feels all the little moments that have brought them here swirling around them in a hopeful nostalgia; the promise of things to come, built on a foundation of what they've surpassed.

"Time to sleep?" She looks up at the rumbling sound of his voice, blinking her eyes tiredly without even having realized just how tired she was.

"Mmm," she agrees, pulling away. "Your room or mine?"

He looks askance at her and she groans good-naturedly. "Fine, we'll be good. But see if you last more than one night without me. Just see!" She pokes his shoulder and grins at him and he catches her hand and holds it tightly against his chest, over his heart.

"Meet me for coffee tomorrow morning?" He brings her hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to the palm. "Hawaii has the best—"

"Yes, yes, I know, you talked my ear off about it on the plane, I remember." She shakes her head. "You're so boring I literally don't know how I stand you."

He grins at her and shrugs good-naturedly as they begin the slow walk back to the resort. "I try not to tempt fate too often by asking that very same question."

"Probably for the best." She tilts her head onto him and he drapes his arm around her shoulders. They meander down the path, away from the ocean, in comfortable silence.

She knows, deep down, how he feels about her. And if the final show of her loyalty to him is for her to wait until he's ready to tell her, well, then—

She'll wait.

#open heart #ethan ramsey #open heart fanfic #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart third year #oph 3 #playchoices open heart #nsft #mature #soft ethan is soft #we know how he feels #and so does brooke #can't wait to hear it for real

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Imagine sneaking around on set with Robert De Niro in the '80s.

Requested by @okaystopwhore ❤️ Love you girl!

TW: smut, cheating, affair

You're just a young actress who is fortunate enough to get cast in a movie with Robert De Niro, who, at the start of the 80s, had already made quite a name for himself

The first few days on set, it was impossible to get near him, he was just so surrounded by people, but you really wanted to introduce yourself one-on-one before you have to do any scenes together

You really hated to be a bother, and you knew it was rude to bother someone in their trailer, but hey, the worst he could say is no... And ruin your film career, but that was beside the point

You gently knock at the door, just under the big star with "Robert De Niro" written across it

"Come in!" you hear his voice ring

Your nerves are on edge as you open the door and take a step inside, just popping your head in

"Time for hair and makeup already?" he says before looking up at you, "Oh. You're not the crew. Sorry about that. (Y/N), right?"

He knew your name... You were so starstruck!

He invites you to sit on a small cushioned bench in his trailer, and soon after introductions, you find yourself lip-locked with the man

You had to admit, he works fast when he wants something...

You weren't even sure how he got you to kiss him so quickly, and now you weren't sure you could stop, even if you knew you shouldn't be kissing him. He is married, after all.

His hands tug at your thighs, pulling you onto his lap

Maybe you were just being a bit of a fangirl, hoping you could play out your fantasies with this celebrity, but you couldn't stop your fingers from reaching down and unhooking his belt

Robert seems to respond very well to this, digging his neatly trimmed fingernails into your sides

There was such a chemistry between you two, or maybe the actor was like this with a lot of girls, but you didn't care, especially not when you felt his fingers push your panties to the side to play with you

You find yourself squirming, holding firmly onto Robert for support, and within what feels like seconds, you feel him guiding his member back and forth against your center

He pulls you close and kisses you hard as he enters you, pushing your hips down hard

A litany of noises comes out of you, muffled against his lips

You had only just met him a few moments ago, but now you were caught in an irresistible affair with the man, and you couldn't see an end in sight; you knew you wanted more.

After that, it was all you and Robert could do to keep your hands off of each other over the next few weeks on set

You had sex EVERYWHERE

The trailers, the makeup room, behind racks of clothes, even a broom closet

People started to notice the way you two would disappear around the same time, the makeup artists would quietly cover the hickeys you left on one another, and there were whisperings around the cast and crew about the noises they heard or the lipstick on Robert's shirt collar

While meeting with Robert on set was incredibly sexy, the risk if getting caught being a huge turn on for the two of you, nothing could compare to the first time you made love in a bed

"I'd like to get you alone for a while, somewhere we won't be interrupted, so we can take our time for once, make each other feel good"

That was all the explaining he had to do before you were booking a room at a hotel with him

Once you're finally by yourselves, your reach behind you, pulling down the zipper of your dress

Robert's hands stops you, zipping it back up

"Ah, ah, ah... We got a room so we could take our time, remember?" He coos in your ear

And so you enjoy a glass of champagne together, and he even plays the radio, lightly dancing with you for a little while

The mood shifts from romantic to something much more passionate when Robert starts placing kisses on your collar bone

His lips glide sloooowly across your skin and he looks up at you as he slides the thin strap of your dress off your shoulder

He moves to your neck, leaving a trail of soft lingering kisses as his fingers find the zipper on your back, freeing you from that layer of clothing

Robert begins to crouch down, showing some appreciation to your breasts before he gets on his knees in front of you

His fingers hook onto your lacy panties before they find themselves on the floor

And his eyes have a playful look in them as he stares into your eyes while his tongue starts to explore between your legs, and you realize you'd never really had time for this kind of thing before

You can't help but tangle your fingers in his hair as he sucks and licks at that little bundle of nerves, eliciting a series of breathy moans from you

Just when things are getting good and you feel your legs getting weak, Robert pulls away from you, promptly standing up and kissing you, letting you taste yourself on him

As if to tease you more, he pulls away from the kiss, leaving you standing in the middle.of the room, naked

He sits in the edge of his bed and unbuttons his shirt part of the way, then pats his lap, giving you sultry bedroom eyes

You walk over and just as you're about to sit on his lap, you hear, "Oh no, ma'am, not like that..."

"Huh? Then... How do you want me?" you ask

He grabs your arm, pulling you down suddenly, landing you face-down and stretched across his lap

He places a hand on your butt, giving it a few squeezes, "Like this... Just like this," he says, admiring the view

"Mmmm, and what do you want me bent over like this f-" SMACK!

You gasp loudly and look over your shoulder at the man, who's beyond pleased with the way he surprised you

"Did you just spank me?"

"Yes ma'am, and I'm gonna do it again," he says, laying another swift slap on your ass

Oddly, it feels good, especially when he massages your stinging skin

After a few more whaps, the skin starts turn a bright shade of red

"I hear you whimpering... Do you like it, baby?"

You let out a small whine in response

"Tell me if you like it, or I'll just have to spank you again," he commands

You look at him and clasp your hand over your mouth

"Oh, you silly girl, you do like it, and you want me to spank you again..." SMACK!

He gently massages at your cheeks, and then he slides his middle finger into you--Robert is full of surprises this evening

There was only so much of your squirming and ass-wiggling he could take before he pulls his fingers out of you and throws you on the bed

He pins you down, his clothed body pressed tightly against your naked one, and you feel his rock hard erection trapped between you and him

"You feel that? You feel what you do to me? How hard I am for you?"

It wasn't long before Robert's clothes hit the floor, and you fell into your regular pattern of making love

Except this time you made love all night long--all night, like until the sun came up

Robert's eyelids flutter closed just as the sun peaks up over the horizon

You lay your head on his chest, looking up at him, the golden rays of the sunrise lighting him and the room beautifully

For just a second as you stare at this face, you feel a bit of sadness; you realize you don't want to go to sleep because when you wake up, he'll be gone, back home to his wife and kids

#robert de niro #imagine #robert de niro x reader #robert de niro imagine

[harold231]

It wasn't real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Posted: 04/30/2021

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None? Maybe a lil angst just a lel bet.

A/N: I think it might be good? Idk You let me know. But like frfr, don't just give me feedback in your mind, put it into words. Also I apparently have a thing for Bucky in a dotted apron soooo yeah.

FYI: time zone/era is open for interpretation. Bucky never became an avenger/soldat and steve isn't part of this one.

The wind that blew around you was warm and sweet with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Perhaps it was an act of kindness from some God trying to distract you from the cold bitterness settling into your bones. Closing your eyes you conjure the very memory that left you so desolate.

The sun snuck it's way through the curtains to illuminate the room, effectively disturbing the sleep that you always seemed to be craving. Waking up is always hassle but whenever you remember that you get to spend your day with the only person who tolerates you and you him, getting out of bed is the easiest thing. Bucky is crazy and the damn boy is never in one spot for to long and he always has something to say, but you can't imagine how boring your days would be if you guys had never met. well technically if your parents had never met.

When you were a child you parents had to move to new york for business and they decided that Brooklyn was the place to be. You had been Bucky's neighbor and the first day you guys moved in his mom had dragged him over with the most delicious angel food cake that he so proudly claimed to have made mostly on his own. He just loved cooking and baking since forever, he would tell you that he just liked experimenting with foods but you knew the truth was that the boy liked to eat and didn't have the patience to wait for his mother to come home.

Only a few years after your family had moved to Brooklyn you and Bucky had already built an unbreakable bond. You guys had found a beautiful cherry tree one day when playing tag and had deemed it to be your's and Bucky's spot. Whenever you had a bad day or needed time away from the world you guys would go to the tree and just pick cherries, in the winter time you and Bucky would lay under the tree and kick the trunk so that the snow would fall from the leaves. It was the place where at only 15 years old bucky swore he would open his own Bakery and to quote him "I'm serving my ma's food my way doll, It's gonna be the next best thing to hit New York."

You were laying on the ground with your hands crossed behind your head looking up at Bucky swinging upside down from a branch when he told you all this. You felt something you had never felt before at that moment, looking up at the wild haired boy who loved to eat, loved his family, and had the most ambition you had ever heard from kids your age. Your heart felt full and your cheeks grew warm as you looked up at the same blue eyes you had know for years now, only this time you notice the way they twinkle in the sunlight and how rosy his lips are. Now 7 years laters you and Bucky were preparing to open the very bakery he promised you he'd open. Banners were beautifully strung along the walls and cute retro china was set out, ready to be filled for opening day. There was no hesitation from you when Bucky had asked you to run the bakery with him, you were excited to spend your days with the person you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with.

At around 6:30 in the morning you had arrived at the bakery but it seemed that Bucky had beat you to it. The smell of fresh angel food cake and cocoa danced up your nose as soon as you opened the door. Closing your eyes you smiled at the memories that it brought back. Moving to the back you grabbed your Disney themed apron and placed your bag and coat in its place before scurrying over to the kitchen while trying (and failing) to tie your apron. There in all his dorkiness was Bucky wiggling around to the chordettes. He knew that you loved the 50's aesthetic so he found a way to incorporate it without going overboard, by adding little trinkets, a jukebox, and even those cute little dining tables. In fact at the moment he was wearing a ruffly red polka dotted apron as he frosted some cupcakes.

Apron tied, you were finally ready to get to work. You walked up to Bucky bumping his hip as you reached for some cupcake pans, "Whatcha doin here so early Buck, we don't open until 12" he looks at you with squinted eyes, "The hell are you doing here so early." "Woah,woah,woah completely unprovoked. I'm just saying cuz' you were the one complaining about the opening time being set at 8. Like damn." Breathing out a huff of air he wipes his forehead with a towel "I'm sorry doll, I'm just super nervous and I couldn't sleep so I came to start baking things. I already frosted the ice cream cakes and I just finished the pies, but I was thinking that maybe we needed some cupcakes too, even though we already baked so many pastries and stuff last night I'm worried it won't be enough."

Setting down the trays you move to hug Bucky from behind holding him close to you. "Buck I know we'll do great your food is too good to pass up on especially when it's free." You place a soft kiss to his shoulder " I promise you'll do great, everything you do is amazing you try your hardest at everything Buck, You've worked your butt off and made mine considerably larger to get here, don't start losing your mind on me now." A cute little laugh from Bucky lets you know that he's hearing you and he isn't so stressed anymore. "I just want this to be perfect ya know?" with your head still against his back you nod, "I just want it to be a special day for my special girl."

You couldn't stop the slight blush that rose to your cheeks or the way that your heart suddenly started beating three times faster. You had also wanted to make him something special which is why you had got here so early. Finally releasing your hold on Bucky you straighten your apron out before gathering everything you need for some red velvet cupcakes. Bucky loved your red velvet cake so you loved making it for him. After hours of mixing, baking, and frosting had passed, you guys were rewarded with a bakery that looked as great as it smelled. "Alright doll, I'm heading out, I gotta go get ready. Meet you back here at 12 , Love ya." He didn't even give you a chance to answer as he ran right out the door. "Love you too."

You had stayed behind just a little while longer as you perfected your secret project. Carefully you added snowflakes to some of the cupcakes because you knew how much he loved snow even if he hated winter, some cats, flowers that reminded you of bucky, and one extra special cupcake. When you finish you decide to clean up a bit more and prepare some drinks for later before heading home to get ready. As soon as you got home you took a shower and did the simplest of make up with a light pink lip. You had decided to wear a dress to match the blossoming flowers that spring had brought. Pink with a yellow lace trim and flowers embroided all over the dress, matching it with some yellow flats.

You had decided that it was a perfect day for a walk so you grabbed a light scarf and slung it over your shoulders, grabbed Bucky's cupcakes, and headed over to the bakery. You felt as if a Hundred pounds had been lifted from your shoulders knowing that Bucky had felt the same way about you. You had decided that you would tell him today with your special cupcakes. As you rounded the corner you felt giddy and you couldn't wipe the smile from your face no matter how hard you tried. As you reached the bakery you saw that a majority of the people had already arrived and you knew that it would put Bucky at ease to see all the people enjoying his food. You stopped at the window, closing your eyes to take a deep breath to prepare yourself to join the celebration.

Opening your eyes you reached for the handle only to stop at the sight on the other side of the door. Bucky stood there arms wrapped around a woman eyes locked on hers as he leaned in for a kiss. It must have all happened in about 30 seconds but it felt as if time himself had slowed it down for you to watch the way he tilted her head and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before finally uniting their lips. Your heart dropped as quickly as your smile did and suddenly you felt so stupid for thinking this could be real. You willed yourself not to cry as you allowed your legs to carry you anywhere but there.

That's how you found yourself sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. A tree that held only happy memories because it wasn't a place you could be sad... back then. With your back against the tree and box of cupcakes full of unrequited love in your lap you realize how much you over romanticized Bucky. Opening the box you decide it would be a shame to let them go to waste. The first one you grab has a big red heart frosted in the middle, you let out a deep sigh before breaking the cupcake right down the middle. You shove half of the cupcake into your mouth and only then do you allow the tears to fall. You sat there for hours crying eating cupcakes, watching the sunset, and thinking about everything that Bucky did for you, as a friend. You realize you had no right to be angry at Bucky, after all you never told him how you felt you just assumed that he would feel the same way after so many years. With every broken memory another cupcake vanished.

He was always there for you, when no one wanted to come to your slumber party Bucky did and he even did all the girly things with you. Painting your nails, doing your hair, watching chick flicks, and pillow fights. once he even asserted that no one could protect you as well as he could, when you had decided to go camping with your friend from class so he insisted on taking you himself. Your friend was most noticeably gay so you had assumed he wanted to spend time alone with you. But now that you think back on those memories these are things that anyone would do for their bestfriend. And that's what you realized 8 hours and 11 cupcakes later.

The moon floated above you and as it's white rays settled upon the lake you decided it might be time to go home now. You get up and dust your dress off before leaning down to grab the mostly empty box. Turning around you are stopped again by what's in front of you. Bucky stands there brows furrowed as his eyes flash from you to the box in your hands. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day." swallowing the lump in your throat you go to answer but are interrupted. " everyone's been asking me about you all night and I had no damn idea what to tell them, but apparently you were just out here being inconsiderate. You go and tell me I can do great tonight, that you'd be there for me, but you weren't." You try to answer him but are again interrupted. "You could have told me something earlier instead of leaving me there like a dumb-" "SHUT UP!" this time it was your turn to interrupt him.

Taking a deep breath you look into his eyes before explaining. "Of course I was ready to be there today, you think I wore this dress to sit under a damn tree? Well I didn't. When I left my apartment I was ready and I was excited, so excited. I couldn't even stop smiling on my way over, but then I got to the shop and I saw-" Immediately you stopped as you realized what you were about to say. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head slightly as if to say 'Hello?' "You saw what? What did you see that would make you abandon ship just like that?" Shame flushed through your being and you could no longer keep eye contact. "Nothing, you know what, it doesn't even matter. I'm sorry I was being dramatic I should have been an adult and dealt with it on my own time. And I'm sorry I abandoned you all, but the night was about you anyways."

"The night was supposed to be about the both of us so it does matter if you saw something that made you want to leave. Just tell me doll, what did you see?" his voice is soft as he pleads with you. "I saw... well I saw you kissing that lady and I just wanted get away and ended up here okay!?" You said it all in a jumble hoping that he wouldn't be able to understand what you had said. But luck wasn't your friend so of course he did. "So seeing me kiss another person was so gross to you that you had to run away, what the hell? are you 13 again?" You hadn't admitted it outloud yet and it seemed that the dumbass in front of you was going to force it out of you.

Stepping around Bucky you pull your scarf tight around your body as you focus on not crying anymore until you get home. You distract yourself by thinking of all the love you saw in all the little things Bucky did for you. Dancing around the newly furnished bakery body against body as frank sinatra brought you heart to heart, watching rom-coms and ugly crying together, but by the time you get home you force yourself to face the ugly truth. The Love was always in your head. It wasn't real.

A new wave of tears blurred your vision as teardrops fell perfectly to the ground. "It's because I have feelings for you Bucky, and I now know you don't feel the same way." Sniffling you don't bother looking up because your heart is to broken for that right now. "I'm Just gonna need a little bit of time and I'll be back good as new like nothing even happened." Still unable to lift your gaze from the ground you decide to focus on the last cupcake left in the box. 'I Love You' is written in tiny light blue frosting letters. "I uhm, uhh." That brought your attention to Bucky, as embarrassment pulsed as strong as ever through your veins. " You don't have to say anything Buck, It's fine, I'll see you next week, on monday" you hand him the box as you go to pass him "I think you would have a better use for this than me I ate 11 others already so."

Divider credits: @firefly-graphics

#BuckyxYou #BuckyBarnesxYou #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky x you #Bucky x reader #Buckyxreader #BuckyBarnesxreader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Buckyimagine #Bucky Imagine #Buckyfic #BuckyB #Buckyb #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky barnes fanfic #Marvel Fanfictions #Marvel Imagines #James Barnes x reader #Dani's 2021

[hauntedelation]

Let Us In

(Picture found on Pinterest, I don't own!)

Description: It was time for Sy to be shown how much he is appreciated in that house.

Pairing: Gender Neutral Reader (No race or body type mentioned) x Mike x Captain Syverson. (Walter is mentioned.)

A/N: Alright, so this was from another Discord chat with my friends. @hope-to-hell and @feralrunaway. The overall back story is from Hope's universe with Mike, Walter, Reader and Sy. Here's the link to her master list and all of her stories that feature this dynamic!

Feral gave these wonderful lines that are highlighted red. Thank you, friend 🥺

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut (18+), oral sex male receiving, reassurance, praise, loving ass play and feelings

Sorry for errors, enjoy guys!

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He arrived with his fingers playing on the rim of his cap, ready to take it off to let some air grace his heated scalp. The weighty thud of the garage door resonated secondly.

Walt was out that night, working a later shift at the station. He took the short time leave his best, a little note with a his best addressed to Sy. His intentions were to be provided when he came home. He parted an hour before with a kiss to each of your foreheads,

'Don't overwhelm him, yeah? Have fun, I'll be home when the sun comes up.'

You were peering at the bulk of Sy's body, how it would tense with each move he made. He bent down, unlacing his boots and slid them off. "Hey y'all," he greeted you and Mike, but that drawl was muffled, drained.

Mike was gnawing on his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling in the setting sun through the kitchen window. His fingers tapped anxiously on the countertop, with no particular rhythm planned.

When he caught the eye of the southern male, standing a few feet away, he gifted him a nod and an awfully hidden smile.

It was contagious, you followed after Mike to welcome Sy more personally. You caught how his hands smeared the grease on his jeans, the sweat trickle along his forehead.

He had been at the exterior of the house the entirety of the day.

That, and with the passing months he had worked to improve dozens of things for the house. Though, never did any of you ask. Sy always found something, taking those problems in his hands and wiring his thoughts to fixing them.

He was tenacious, not you, Michael, or even Walter could convince him to halt his favors. All the man would reply with was, 'It keeps me busy, I don't mind a bit.'

This was a few days ago, the particular idea came with a conversation between you and Michael:

You needed to show him your thanks.

"How’s the project coming big guy?" says Mike as his hand lays on his thick bicep. The man sighs, clicking his tongue in thought.

"Well I reckon..."

You and Michael bring him into the kitchen, listening to his musings about today and what his plans were for finishing that project. Sy is speaking softly, his body relaxing more and more under yours and Mike's hands sliding over his clothed skin.

"You need anything?" You let your palm glide up his chest. His blue eyes gaze down at you before they flicker to the sweating pitcher of tea on the counter.

He gulps down a glass before you catch Mike's silent message. His chest is heaving in that thrilling suspense, the quick wiggle to his brow a signal.

"Sy, can we do something for you?"

The man places his glass down on the countertop, wiping away stray droppings of the drink with his hand. His chin tilts toward you, and he was mulling over that query until Mike stepped in, voice modestly shaky,

"Yeah, you got a minute to spare?"

His nimble fingers trace the sleeve of Sy's shirt, along the stitching and the fabric stretching over his arm. The man catches this, blinking slow at the younger man. He was distracted, missing the way that your lips pulled up in a vampish manner.

Sy rubs at his beard and drifts his eyes between the two of you, oblivious, unaware,

"Sure, what do ya need?"

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The Captain had fallen asleep, he was damn sure if it. He was still out there in the garage, hunched over that table and drawing, planning and redrawing those notes for that task. He swears that he must have drifted off and was snoring like a hog out there.

He had to have, because he was dreaming up a vision he thought he would never experience with his eyes wide open.

His curious words, "What're you two planning here?" they wavered away the moment he was brought into the bedroom.

It was real, far more tangible than anything else that could come to mind. Two pairs of wandering hands, pulling him into that familiar room, two pairs of lips pressing onto his skin and his own.

He can feel both of your fingers on his worn-out body, the way that you two had your own mission. You had your intent to venture past his garments, seeking every inch of him.

Michael enjoyed dragging his fingertips along his scalp, down the nape of his damp neck. He took the older man's lips with his and languidly, worked his mouth open. He was chasing that sweet, sugary taste of the ice tea.

You moved from his neck, his collarbone, before gently dropping to the floor before him. Your hands unlatched the leather binding his hips and soon his jeans slid from his thighs, his underwear accompanying.

The first taste of him, the gift, the raw sensation of his stiffening length. All of the salt and the wood, all of those hours he clocked in outside.

The flavor of Sy coated your tongue, and how that roused something in the both of you. You could hear Mike swallow every moan falling from Sy's lips.

Right there in the middle of the bedroom, with the door to his back, he had nothing to hold onto. You unknowingly placed him in the position of using his will to keep himself standing. He really wasn't trying to lose.

Mike joined you on the floor, grinning up at the Captain and taking his erection into his hands. They met eyes, and he tapped the head of his cock against his swollen lips, running his tongue around the ridges before taking him all down.

Michael and his talented mouth, he almost sent the older man tumbling.

Almost did, you could feel his smirk through Sy's skin. Though your hands steadied him, at least for a moment or two. They lightly squeezed his thighs, hardly able to make a dent in the muscle. He was alright.

At least until your fingers worked around his legs from the front to the back. You had found the white tube under the bed and slickened your fingers, creeping to that spot.

Your torturing mouth, nipping on his thigh and his abdomen, you whispered into him, "You need to sit down, Captain?"

His fingers trembled when he pulled at the hem of his shirt, sliding the filthy garnet off, and tossing it on the floor.

Michael pulled his mouth away and sent Sy a light-hearted chuckle, he followed the dark ring around his biceps and collar bone. The Captain had developed a perfect farmers tan.

Your finger worked just passed that taught ring, Mike returning his mouth and—

"Christ, sweetheart." He didn't know who to address.

Sy's hips also didn't know which direction to move. They fell back, chasing your digits and pushing you in deeper, then kicked forward into the heat of Michael's mouth.

He ran his palm on his buzzed head, then his knees grew wobbly and–

You both guided him to the bed. Sy was compliant, more than so, especially with the way his eyelids shaded most of his blackened blues. He was puddy at the hands of you two.

You tapped his knee and told him to position his hips just over the edge, thumb back to rubbing over his sensitive hole. Mike was panting in your ear, throwing out a comment about, "You take their fingers so well Sir, so good, and god–"

His jeans were way tighter than he could say was comfortable but he neglected that.

Mike took pleasure in holding Sy's pulsing cock, slickening the member to the point of glistening. It was like he craved to make a mess over him. Leftover saliva dribbled over the man's balls, dribbling more and pooling on the surface of the couch.

His other hand was still sticky with precum, but he gathered your jaw in those fingers. He removed your mouth from Sy's hole, your tongue lapping at the ring, and revealing the view of the man clenching around nothing.

You filled him once more before Mike slanted his mouth with yours, starving and needy, swiping his tongue repeatedly against yours.

Sy's nails sunk into that couch, hips jutting into the grip of Michael's hand. It was torture, the man didn't wish to stop all of this, hell he hoped that he wouldn't finish anytime soon. That would take every drop of thought in him.

His mouth fell open though, effortless the moment your third finger was slowly pushed into his hole. Massaging and working him open just the way that he liked.

"Mm, y'all I–"

And then yours and Michael's lips fell to the veins on Sy's erection. You both shared the salt of his precum, the thrum of his heartbeat through his skin. Neither of you fighting for it, sucking his head into your mouth and Mike licking at you to get a taste.

All the while your fingers didn't dare halt, pressing deeper and deeper to the point where Sy was crumbling around you. Stimulating that sweet spot in the depths of him.

If you had peeked through your lashes, you could see how his lips were perpetually open, revealing those ragged, low sounds from his core.

You would notice his flushed face, clear to the man's ears. You would see the way Mike's palm rubbed up that man's stomach, up to roll the man's nipples between his fingers.

And you could see how Sy could hardly keep his eyes open, struggling to take everything in in front of him. Those pretty eyes fluttered. Christ, did they keep on closing, did his head fall back into the cushion of the couch.

He could feel it, that pressure wind through his spine to the point where he could say he had never quite felt that so intensely before.

Sy's eyes would close only for him to be pulled back between his legs, needing to look into two pairs of adoring eyes.

"You two a-are killing me."

You pulled the tip of his erection out of your mouth, a wet pop emerging from your lips. Mike, who had been running his tongue over Sy's balls, delicately taking each one between his lips, eventually drifted back upward.

He was sloppily taking in your remaining spit, more liquid from Sy's leaking erection.

You kept on rubbing that spot, feeling how his hole clamped around your fingers. But with your free hand you found Sy's leg again, thumb grazing along the many hairs there.

He was taking you in, gulping down a strained breath well in his stomach. You kissed, and you kissed, over the flesh of his abdomen and the sides of his ribs, over the knotted markings carved into him.

"Sy?" It took him a minute,

"Mmh?" That's all he could push out, his hand soothed up your shoulder, a thick brow lifting shallowly. His other hand was tangled in Mike's unruly curls, watching the younger man's head bob rhythmically.

And how he was still quivering, his hand shakier than he had ever seen it. Through Michael's earnest mouth he could hear you,

"Sy we just wanted to thank you."

You pressed your lips over his ribs some more, before flowing down his stomach and over the trail of hair further south.

"We appreciate everything that you do. You need to know that. You need to know that nothing you do goes unnoticed, all of the favors and the things you improve in our lives. We want to show you how much you mean to us."

Your eyes met his and through that fog you saw that man, passed his thundering heart beat and through the muscle itself. It was a challenge, 'maybe he didn't really see', you worried.

There was still hope in your chest, you could sense that somewhere he was understanding, grasping.

He had been rendered speechless in your heard. His uneven breaths still fell from his mouth, his tongue wetting his bitten lips. That large hand of his soothed over the back of your neck, fingers brushing softly the skin behind your ear.

"You make us all happy, and feel so protected. You've changed our lives, more than you will ever know."

Michael took his mouth off of him, gathering his breath and letting the Captain swipe his thumb at the spit dripping over his lower lip.

His throat was hoarse, and after a tender kiss to Sy's thumbpad he told him, "Just lay back and let us make you feel good for a little while."

Sy didn't know whose eyes to watch, bouncing back and forth, captivated and welling with a hoard of emotions. The man decided to nod his head in a daze, trying out a controlled smile. He'd tried so much before he had to let his head rest into the couch.

Every bit of tension was dissolving from his body, he'd begun to allow his body to mold, shape under the both of you.

The weary Captain observed you and Michael, gazing at you two working your love into him.

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[shepard-ram]

The whole discussion of Disney Princess made me realize how easily you could combine Cinderella and yandere techno.

The Arctic Empire's holding a tournament in order to scout out potential army leaders for an upcoming conquest with the winner having to fight being against the crown prince Technoblade for 1st place. While the prize for 2nd isn't anything to laugh at the first prize is truly exorbitant like you could buy a palace levels of wealth because they need to give some incentive for people to not just instantly forfeit in the final round. You need money and fast in order to leave before the conscription goes out you want no part in this upcoming war and unfortunately getting the at least the 3rd place prize is required if your mental calculations on how much both the boat passage and setting up your new shop/home will cost are accurate but a higher place will give you more wiggle room. In order to not just get nabbed after the tournament you decide that a disguise is in order so you purchase a fairly durable mask (don't want it falling off or breaking during a match) and sign up under a false but believe name Ian moone, you did chuckle at the thought of the person who worked out that names message. The preliminary matches were a breeze after all just because you hated fighting didn't mean you were bad at it and if beating up a few noble brats who's only taste of combat was against their tutor's ment you didn't have to kill anyone in a war that was a compromise your morals would have to make. Once there were only 16 of you left however they introduced a new rule you couldn't forfeit before 10 minutes passed, ok them change of plans you would have to try and drag the last match before the prince so you could grab the 3rd place prize and run, with this in mind you made sure to end fights quickly in order to have enough strength to stall for the 10 minutes. There was one problem with this plan your opponent in the finals didn't conserve their strength so only a few minutes in to the fight they collapsed meaning you won by default, you would have to fight Technoblade and so you react they way any sane person would be cursing every god you could think of. You were going to throw the match that was the sane thing to do then you saw the pink haired prince's look of pure arrogance and heard the Emperor's speech about how glorious the upcoming war would be and that to fight for the empire is something every citizen should strive to do,well let's just say you were a bit ticked off. Your sudden burst of speed across the arena caught everyone off guard as your sword smashed into his shield with it splintering as if you had struck with a axe, if the royals wanted to glorify the frenzied close combat of war that their citizen would have to face while they directed the war from their palace an ocean away from the front well you'd be glad to knock them down a peg or two. The prince upon seeing his shield get split in half with a single strike ducked behind one of the obsidian walls in the arena that wouldn't help him though as instead of coming around the corner into the path of his crossbow you stopped on the other side of the wall putting your full strength behind your swing and sliced through the obsidian , through the prince's armour and only stopping once you shattered the bone in his upper right arm your iron sword shattering in the process, the prince forfeited,finishing the fight. You had ended the match with two blows, the arena was silent before erupting into cheers as you came down from the combat high to realise that you needed to leave now. As you were lead to your prize guards flanking once you were in the room alone you immediately looked for a way out and found a small window that lead out to a alleyway jackpot stashing as much of your prize as possible into your travel bag you shoved the bag through the window taking your mask off and placing it in the floor and squeezing yourself out of the window grabbed your bag and headed for the docks to catch a boat out of the empire before they were the royals were any the wiser.

Unfortunately as the boat was setting sail the Emperor and his eldest son finally entered the guarded room where you should have been only to find your mask and the prize money you couldn't fit in your bag. Technoblade liked to think that despite the voice he was a calm person but at this moment in time he was two steps away from murdering the incompetent guards that his father set to guard the masked fighter who bested him, who managed to stun even the voices into silence with your show of strength who would be stunned thought not only had you split his shield in two with an iron sword but you managed to slice through obsidian, his enchanted neatherite armour and would have cut off his arm if your sword didn't break. How had he never found you before, someone of you caliber should be known far and wide that fight though short made his heart race like never before he needed to face you again both the voices and surprisingly his pigling instincts demanded it to fight you, test you, to make you his. Grabbing his fighters mask he rushed past his stunned father to find your entrance form ( he hadn't be listening when the announcer said your name so sure you would be defeated with ease) he searched for his fighters name ah there it was Ian Moone and as soon as the voices hear it they erupted some bellowing with laughter, others applauding your cleverness,a few however became enraged that you wouldn't even gift them your real name. Having no patients for his confusion the voices yelled at him to rearrange the letters and like magic Ian Moone became I am no one, oh that's how you wanted to play you wanted to test him his pigling instincts surmised you wanted him to show his devotion before submitting as his mate, the voices upon hearing this chimed in saying you weren't in the empire you left by boat for once their limited omniscient helping him. As his fingers traced the details of your mask it didn't matter that you weren't in the empire anymore he would find you no matter how far you ran he would bring you to home and he wouldn't allow you to leave again.

Ender-anon

OK YES???

Just the whole concept of defeating Techno only for it to spawn a little crush is so good- the fact that you left behind your mask yet no one spotted you probable drives him crazy ksksjjdsj

#ask #ender anon #tw. death mention #c: techno

[i-may-be-stupit]

Idk the horney got me, so here we are HAHAHAHA 18+ and kinda a bit of crack at times, ENJOY!!!!! Oh! And this is reletively gender neutral, babes!!

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N). And you've always been known as a good kid. That is until your father was murdered by a hero. He did a lot of dirty work, sure, but he did it for his family to survive. And when a hero took him down, everyone cheered. They never though about his family. Nor his place in the world. They saw him as dirt. The same way you started seeing heros.

To you, heros didn't care about the villians and didn't care whether they died or lived. They were savage beasts who needed to be taken down. You became a villian. You would assassinate hero after hero with the simple tittle of "Marrow." And that's when you met the League.

They had the same ideals as you and could help make your dream a reality.

You joined the League, but you were still you. You were a seemingly innocent flower that blossomed in any form of villainous mayhem.

Your quirk was known as simply bone manipulation. You could manipulate your bones however you pleased and you could even shoot them out like needles. But, you were at higher risk for osteoporosis.

Its been 6 months since then and you've made yourself at home with the LOV. Twice and Toga were your closest friends now, but Shigaraki just hits different.

You'd go out and have fun with your two close friends, and to be honest, you're pretty sure that you three had pulled every prank possible on Dabi. Kurogiri was like a dad to you now. He gave lots of great advice and made sure that you kept up with your online college classes in between villian duties.

But shigaraki was a whole other story.

I mean, he was usually crule and hateful towards everyone, but the League was his soft spot. He treats members like family. He cherishes them. Even if he doesn't say it. He almost always have been putting them first.

And it made you kind of...attracted to him.

Yeah, he was dryer than the Saharan Desert, and had a diet of strictly microwavable ramen and redbull, but he was actually a good guy. You caught yourself staring at him a few times per day and your crush on him was appearant to you as well as all the other members.

So here you were, staring in awe at Tomura as he and Dabi played against eachother in Mortal Kombat. (They'd fight at least once a day, so Kurogiri made up the idea of fighting in Mortal combat instead whenever they got fed up with eachother) You blushed, seeing Shigaraki so serious. Ugh, there's just something about him...

Toga walked into the room and sat down in the loveseat next to you. She smirked before loudly announcing, "Gee, (Y/N)! It looks like your boyfriend, Tomura, is winning!" You started choking her.

No, deadass.

You fucking wrapped your hands around her neck and violently shook her head back and forth like Bart and Homer Simpson. Toga just laughed and moaned, causing you to feel too violated to keep choking her. You let go and as you did, Shigaraki stood up and started making fun of Dabi for being a "Bitch ass loser."

You blushed deeply, eyes lidded while gazing at the crusty boy. All you could see was Shigaraki, hearts around him as he did his breathtaking victory dance in slow motion. His gorgeous, dehydrated body swayed and jiggled happily as he jumped a few times, white specs gently fluttered from his head. His dandruff glistening in the florescent lights, as you sighed, absolutely smitten. Dabi rolled his eyes at his boss before looking at you. He then smirked. This cant be good.

Dabi chuckled. "Oh okay, Shiggy, you beat me fair and square." Shigaraki looked at him suspiciously. "It's okay though." He smirked, "Because I'm sure that (Y/N) can give me a little pick-me-up!"

The white haired boy glarred at Dabi then at you. Dabi slyly slipped over to you and Toga. He grabbed you be your wrist and pulled you up to stand. You were too flustered out of your mind to even do anything. He wrapped both of his hands around your waist. "Isn't that right, baby?"

You laughed awkwardly, "Dabi, not to be rude or anything, but you seem like a heavy man and I don't know if I could manage carrying all of your body weight if I were to pick you up, I mean my bones are kinda brittle as they are and-"

He brought his face to yours and kissed your neck softly. "We're gonna have some fun tonight, right?" You fucking hit him with a suplex, a small crack being heard from your hip. God damn it, your fucking brittle ass bones! Everyone burst out in laughter (aside from Kurogiri who was facepalming). Dabi sat on the floor rubbing his head in pain. "Fuck, (Y/N)! It was a joke!"

You folded your arms and frowned. "Well don't joke around with me like that!" Heat rose to your cheeks, "Especially in front of T-Tomura..." You looked at your boss to see him still too busy laughing at Dabi getting backflipped. You smiled shyly, holding your cheeks and wiggling like the love sick shit you are. He's so dreamy~ oh my, is he coughing up blood from laughing too hard?

You looked in disgust for a moment before sighing loudly. Ugh, it's so sexy when he coughs up blood! Shigaraki looked at his hand before licking the blood back into his mouth like a fucking heathen-

Sorry.

Your fucking heathen.

Later that night, everyone was out and about, leaving you and Shigaraki alone. He was drinking a glass of rum and coke as you doodled in a little notebook. You looked up to see him staring at you already. You both quickly looked away. It's been rough lately, dealing with your crush on him.

And Tomura was catching on.

Well, kinda.

He thinks he's really ugly and unworthy of love, so he thinks you just stare at him because you're still taken back at how hideous (he believes) he is. He's been wearing Father on his face more often and been getting more easily upset at you. But, he was also confused because he was starting to like your fragile self.

He's scared that he'll break you with one tap of the finger. That's just how fragile you seem. Shigaraki smiled softly, staring deeply into his glass.

(Y/N) seems so fragile, but they're a god damn hurricane.

Shigaraki swirled his cup around, deep in thought. How can they fight so well when they seem so brittle? It's strange. It's unexpected... It's interesting. Your boss' cheeks turned a tint of pink. (Y/N) can pull off a suplex on Dabi. Their back bent so far... I wonder what (Y/N) looks like arching it for me... He looked over at your figure. You were awkwardly dangling your feet off the couch, seeming to be lost in thought. Tomura sighed and took another whisk of his drink. They're way too cute for me...

There's been a lot of awkward times with you two alone. And you could both feel the tension. Shigaraki left to his room with a small sigh. He hates basically everything. But you? He might just love you.

You two hung out a lot actually. You'd play videogames together and have small movie nights for the two of you. You vividly remembered cuddling up beside him one winter night. It was snowing and you two chatted while sitting on the floor making Smores in the fireplace.

But it got harder and harder to be around eachother when you both started liking eachother. It got...awkward. And the night that Tomura asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie with you and got a concerned face from you was the night his heart broke. You just didn't want to accidentally grab him at a jumpscare and have him laugh at you for being a pussy. But he thought that you just didnt trust him.

You sighed, thinking about that shitty night, and walked to Shigaraki's room. You had to tell him about your feelings. You knocked softly and was allowed to enter. Shigaraki was sitting in bed, wide awake, just sitting there, staring at the wall in front of him in thought.

You sat awkwardly on his bed in a tense silence for a good minute as the man just stared awkwardly at you through the hand on his face. Shigaraki sighed when he noticed you werent going to say anything, and he set Father down on his nightstand.

"(Y/N), I feel uncomfortable with you staring at me all the time." Heat rushed to your cheeks and you stared harder at the  ground. "I get that I'm ugly, but you should know how rude it is to stare-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You glarred at him, anger boiling up. "The fuck did you just call yourself?!"

He glarred right back at you. "I said I was ugly, did I stutter?"

Yeah. Youre choosing to ignore that attitude. "Tomura, you're not ugly."

He rolled his eyes. "There is literally no other reason for you to be staring at me that much, mutt."

You folded your arms with a frown. "I think you're handsome."

He laughed.

He laughed hard as hell.

For a good 3 minutes straight.

"Oh thats a good one, (Y/N)! You know, I'm actually enjoying you-"

"I'm serious!" You poked his chest hard while getting closer to his face, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "I think you have pretty eyes!" You poked him again, "You have a pretty face!" You poked him one last time, "And you're an amazing leader!" Shigaraki went silent with a blush and so did you. You twittled your fingers together, looking away timidly. "I-uh... I think I l-like you, actually."

Tomura chuckled breathlessly with concern for your mental health, eyes darting around uncomfortably. "Are you being...serious...?"

"Mm-hm..."

"Oh....okay." He awkwardly looked away from you with a small blush. Hes never had anyone like him romantically. Actually, not a lot of people even like him generally. And it made it extra weird with you being so damn cute and funny to him. 

You layed down on his bed, anxiety rushing through you. It was weird to tell your boss that you liked him. I mean, its probably gonna be awkward between you two forever! Tomura layed down next to you. His hands overlapping eachother on his chest. You looked over to him with a small awkward smile. "So-uh... do you like me back...?"

Tomura frowned. "Are you fucking dumb??" You winced and he just rolled his eyes. "It would be impossible to not fall in love with you." A small chuckle left your lips as he softly started playing in your (h/t) hair.

You frowned. "Did I say you could touch my hair?"

He rolled his eyes before lifting you up to straddle him. Heat rushed to your cheeks. And you pushed his chest away as your (e/c) eyes darted away. "T-Tomura, what are y-you doing?" You were speechless and flustered. And it wasn't helping that his hands were laying on your waist (pinkies up of course).

Tomura chuckled with a mischevious look in his eyes. He slowly moved his hands up and down your sides. "Let me play with your hair...and as a reward..." He kissed you softly on your lips. "I'll make you feel things you've never felt before...." He licked your ear and you thanked the Lord for that because it just made his mouth a lil less crusty. "Deal?" His breath tickled your ears and your breathing turned into aroused, airy breaths.

"Deal..." Shigaraki smirked before kissing you roughly, his hand engulfed in your (h/t) hair, leaving his middle finger up of course. As his tongue darted around your mouth, he pulled your hair harder, causing a wince of pain from you. His lips left yours quickly.

"Am I being too rough?"

You smiled softly at him. He cares! "Oh, just a little."

Shigaraki grinned before pulling your hair even harder. "You'll get used to that." Your eyes widened in fear and pain as he threw you onto the bed roughly. He kissed you harder, and forced your thighs open with both of his hands, pinkies up.

He laughed with arousal, pressing his clothed member against you. You sighed as he grinded against your bottoms while tongue kissing you. His hands left your thighs and brought themselves to your body. He sucked, kissed, and bit all over your neck and his indexes and thumbs twirled and pulled at your nipples under your shirt.

"Ah-!" You moaned loudly as the man sucked at your soft spot. "T-Tomura!" A small gasp left your lips and his connected to your skin. Mumbled moans came from you, your hand over your mouth. Tomura glarred the second he heard a moan muffled. "H-Hey!" He had grabbed your hand from over your mouth and tightly gripped it with four fingers, pressing it against the headboard.

He grinned widely out of nowhere, "You really thought you could get away with hiding those beautiful sounds from me?" He sat up, unbuckling his jeans. His eyes went cold as he took off his pants and boxer briefs. "I'm gonna have to get some type of...hm, whats the word?" He looked away in though before smiling and snapping his fingers, "Compensation! Yeah...and I know just what I want from you." Shigaraki push you off of the bed roughly. You fell to the floor and rubbed your arm. He sat on the king-sized in front of you with his cock in his hand. "Suck."

You frowned at him. Did he really have to push you off like that? You got on your knees between his thighs and took a good look at it.

Fuck, he's hung...

You covered your mouth with a huge blush. Where the hell did that come from?! He was a good nine inches and quite thick. You frowned at him and pointed at his cock. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He frowned.

Shigaraki didnt say another word. He just grabbed you by the hair and placed it against your lips. You frowned before licking the tip softly, making him laugh breathlessly. "Fuck..." You sucked on his tip and his hand tightened around your hair, pulling a bit. He looked down at you, smirking while absolutely flustered. "Ugh, your little mouth was made for my fat cock, wasn't it, (Y/N)?" He chuckled and pressed your head forward, forcing a bit more of him inside of you. Shigaraki panted as you bobbed your head back and forth on him. "Youre such a fucking slut..." His cheeks was tinted pink as he stared down at you. Tomura started bobbing your head back and forth on him. He laughed as you gagged on him. "What? Is it too big?" Your face went even hotter. How can he be so fucking conceited yet self conscious?! The white hair boy held your face and was practically thrusting into your mouth at this point. He threw his head back and groaned as cum filled your mouth. "Fuck, (Y/N), you're good at that." He watched you like prey as you thumbed the white substance dripping down your chin. You licked your thumb and he chuckled. "How does it taste?"

You smirked at him minscheviously while getting back on the bed. You took off your bottoms and short then spread your legs. "It tastes good enough to deserve a tip, right?" Shigaraki licked his lips as he crawled in between your thighs.

He rubbed you, playing with your slit. "Did sucking me off really get you this turned on?" You flushed and covered your eyes with your forearm. Tomura smirked mischievously as he licked at you. You moaned quietly, his tongue swirling around and his finger going in and out of your hole.

He stuck his ringerfinger in and you squeaked in pleasure. "Mmm... Tomura, I-just like that..." He sucked and licked, getting more sloppy as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He pumoed faster and faster and your small groans turned into loud moaning as you orgasmed. "Fuck Tomura! Ah-!" You came in his mouth, immediately apologizing. Shigaraki just licked his now soaked fingers and you just stared at him, blushing hard as hell. You smiled softly. "H-How do I taste?"

His red eyes prowled your body as he got on top of you. Your cheeks got hotter when he strattled you. You sighed as he rubbed his manhood against you. Small, flustered moans escaped your lips at his teasing. "You taste like you were missing something." His warm breath tickled your ear, "But I'll fix that right up for you."

Tomura slowly entered you. He groaned out your name in ecstasy. You were a bit uncomfortable at first at his thickness. "W-wait, dont move yet..." You breathed in and out slowly, feeling yourself adjust to him. A groan left your lips, "O-okay..."

Tomura grinded against you, kissing your neck as your hands fiddled with his hair. He started off slow, savoring the feeling of you. He sighed into your collarbone. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight..." He cursed underneath his breath, fucking you a bit faster.

Tears pricked at your eyes. This was almost too much for you. Youve always fantasized about being with Shigaraki and now that it was happening, it felt almost too good to be true. He grinded into you deeper, filling you up fully as his hand held both of tour wrists above your head. The bed rocked as he started thrusting into you faster and deeper. "T-Tomura, you feel so good inside of me!" He groaned louder and you couldn't help but become flustered at all of his noises.

He fucked you even faster and harder. "Fuck, youre mine now, okay?" You nodded and moaned louder at him. "Oh fuck!" His white hair bounced as he pulled out and flipped you over. You were on your forearms and knees, begging for him to keep fucking you good as he thrusted in and out, his hand pulling at your hair as the other gave the occasional spank on your ass. Tomura's thrusts became sloppy as you reached your peak. You both moaned loudly, his cum pouring from inside of you. Shigaraki pulled out and immediately collapsed next to you.

You panted as his arms wrapped themselves around you. You smiled at him. "That was good, right?" He chuckled and kissed your lips.

"The best."

You two spooned as Kurogiri had an extra glass of wine, in utter disgust at when he was forced to hear.

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

The True Knot

Clark catches you christening your new forbidden contraband and decided to give you his full knot as punishment

Masterlist

Chapter One

Warnings: Adult situations +18, Smut, Noncon, Dubcon, Forced knotting, A/B/O

A/n so this is the final part to this i wanted to do a darker clark in this hope you enjoy xxx

The True Knot

"Ah ah fuck yesyes yes uhg!!" You finally got your fantasy right visualising Clark holding you down pounding you growling and grunting above you he'd praise you whispering dirty lewd thoughts that he dare not say any other time the you groaned feeling yourself climb higher and higher untill 

You yelped out loud lying down on your back legs spread wide knees bent as you ran the vibrating toy across your swollen folds. You let your moans Echo across the empty apartment no care to the neighbors that might hear you to lost in your passion. You'll admit the toy was good but not as good as Clark.... but fuck clark you were pissed off with hth him at the moment.

Things were great blissful even youd spent your first heat with him in a constant frenzy of lips teeth and wandering hands knotting him more times then you could count, afterwards you had spent the following week moving in with him, but then you found the down side to mating. The possessive stubborn side of alphas that everyone talked about, not that it wasn't a turn on it really was but he had decided that you will remain in the den until you knew if you were pregnant or not which could take 8 the 12 weeks! Stuck in here while he could go to work as normal it wasn't fair! Each morning he left you sulked pleading with him to let you go to.

But no he wouldn't allow it, you also missed him pining for him during the day and hated how when he got home you would drag him to your nest of blankets in the corner of your shared bedroom curling up with him lapping up at his attention he wouldn't stay long tho, going out to patrol the city. You understood he was superman but you couldn't help feeling a little put out.

You moaned long and loud as you pushed the rubber toy inside of you rocking back and forth on it your body swallowing it. So how did you get here? You may not be in your heat but all newly mated couples had a honeymoon period, Clark had refused to touch you afraid of hurting any unborn baby you could be carrying... and in a fit of alpha fueled jealousy he had dumped all of your toys when you threatened to use them instead,a bad move on your part. So you had taken matters into your own hands in an act of rebellion you bought yourself another one, a better one and was currently christening it in your small cosey nest.

You'll admit there was also a childish side to it as well you wanted to punish him in a sense for ignoring your needs and what better way to punish an alpha then to get yourself off in your nest without him, letting your scent linger in the bedroom to tease him when he got home. If he wanted to ignore your needs thats fine you didnt need him... tho you did, this toy was good but it wasn't as large as him, the knot wont lock the same way it didnt flex and pulse like him. You sighed irritated but still desperate to prove your point, you persisted dragging and pushing it in and out 

"YEEESSS AAHH FUCK YES YES PLEASE" you cried out your release to the ceiling pushing down as the specialy designed toy inflated at the base wedged between your walls. It wasnt as a tight a fit as with your alpha but it was enough to be held inplace. You panted hard smothing back your hair with both hands

"Well that was quite a show little omega" you froze the growl was deep and dragged across your skin making the hairs stand on end, yelping you began to sit up only for Clark to appear above you he kneeled one leg in the floor the other was resting on just below your chest enough pressure to hold you down. He was in his super suit his muclses taught he peeked between your legs inspecting the way the toy was stuffing you, you blushed going to close them but he laid quick slaps to your still quivering soft thighs growling low in his chest, it rumbled though you leavjng you shaken. He pulled his hands down each pinching your sensitive lips spreading them wider then poked the toy playing with it.

"Where did you get this?" He asked as he wiggled the base of the toy slightly making you gasp bucking up to him. You wet your lips watching him, his jaw was locked and the muscles in his neck twitched his face was blank. But overall he wasnt happy not in the slightest.

"A-alpha I-I please aaahhh~" you moaned as he pushed the toy deeper still not reaching as far as him but it was uncomfortable as he rubbed it against your swollen sensitive clit.

"Mate.. where did you get this?" He stopped looking at the toy locking eyes with you you faltered he looked incredible all wound up and powerfull dominant you gulped unable to stop your quiet .

"I-I bought it online alpha" he tutted shaking his head at you then ripped it from you harshly you screamed as it pulled against your walls. You werent supposed to do that. You cried closing your legs clutching at your pussy tears falling down your cheeks as your pussy cramped tight hot and sore. He watched with a cool gaze as you withered then moved back resting beside you. 

"Clark why did you do that?" You whimpered tears still rolling down bringing your knees to your chest trying to stop the burning sting he had caused. He just lifted the toy then tapped it on your stomach wetting it with your arousal.

"Bad omega, I've told you about these havent I? I find you with one and I will tug it out Every. Single. Time" you just groan as he scolded you he was angry that was clear but he didn't sound quite like himself, then he moved down by your bottom he tucked his arm below you knees pushing them tighter to your chest then prodded your freshly fucked pussy with his fingers.

"So tell me sweet omega, did it satisfy you? Did it fill you like me" you shook your head your were trembling head to toe the pain had ebbed away and was slowly giving in to his fingers light strokes.

"Very naughty of you. To go behind my back like this... dont you think?" He tilted his head at you as he rubbed circles over your opening spreading your slick across you the removed his and brought it back down in a strong spank, you yelped as he struck you again and again leaving a hot sting across your lips.

"NO! Nonono please stop I'm sorry" he struck you once more then slid his finger to your front running small light flick on your clit then rubbed the full length of your slit you bucked mewling  slowly as he continued teasing and pinching you. He removed himself from you returning seconds later pushing you onto your back you felt his warm skin pressing against your legs as he shifted you then settled above you his knees tucked up into your armpits he moved forward   holding his hard cock to your lips one hand fisted in your hair

"So desperate for me are you? lets see if you how much you can really handle shall we? should i force you to take me fully?" you whimpered as he ran the crown of his cock across your lips you slowly stuck out your tongue unable to stop yourself from tasting him he chuckled as you began giving him small delicate kitten licks each time he ran across them. You grunted as your hot tongue licked tiny strips on his slit.

"You want it? you want to be my good little bitch?" you nodded a quick tight nod under his hand

"OH Fuck yes good girl" he moaned lost in his own pleasure then began pulling back and thrusting again then began face fucking you. You laid there taking it clenching your walls and rubbing your thighs together as you seeped onto the floor below. Somehow this almost angry fucking was turning you to mush, he groaned loud removing himself from your throat. Quickly repositioned you in front of him bent over spanking you heating your cheeks before pushing his fingers into you running circles on your swollen abused walls you cried in pleasure as your nerves were set ablaze making all of your muscles convulse, abdomen flexing and pussy trying to hold his fingers still he pounded you quickly a fierce rhythm knocking the air out of you with each hard push curling his fingers hooking into your g spot trying to anchor you with it. You panted trying to keep your breath as he fucked it out of you with his fingers your body shivered with each stroke of his fingers.

"Then fight for it" he said dragging your head just out of reach as you tried to suckle on him mouth open stretching your tongue to reach him ,your pussy ceased at the lustful look he gave you as you pulled forward your scalp protesting as you pulled forward with all your might trying to suck him down needing to please him. He teased you bringing you forward allowing you to touch him then pulling back before repeating slowly going deeper and deeper. You became worried as he didn't stop like he usually did you moved your hands to his hips trying to push him away as he pushed past the back of your throat making you gag and then some digging your short nails into his skin.

He let his head fall back groaning as he pulled you tight to him choking you, quickly you tried to relax your throat as he pulled you closer and closer until your nose was brushed against his pubic bone nestled in the thatch of hair breathing in his scent you whined clawing his thigh as he held you still balls pressed to your chin as you choked on him.

"No ohmygod! nonono alpha I can't-please stop its to much I-FUCK!" you scrambled trying to claw your way out from under him, he caged you his hand by your head using his forearm to hold you still by your shoulder.

"Are you ready omega? I'm not pulling back your getting everything" he growled out you mewled out a small no pleading him not to make you take him it would seem he wasn't playing around grunting and growling he pushed and pulled you against him using you for his own pleasure chasing his own end.

"You don't have a choice....Take it!!...This is what you wanted and you'll take everything I want to give until I say" he grunted moving down putting his weight on your back as you withered and shook trying to arch away from him but to no avail. You keened feeling yourself cum all over him crying and grinding on him but he didn't stop, licking at the sweat on your back kissing and biting around your shoulders he plowed you into a second orgasm punishing you as he still continued drawing out moans and pleas as you wriggled desperate for a break you collapsed mewling shivering from the barrage of sensations giving in as you released over his hand for a third time wailing as you did hoarse.

He slowed removing his fingers then lined himself up to you not wasting any time he thrust in with one deep powerful stroke wedging his head into your cervix painfully. You yelped and doubled your efforts to get away but he laughed leaning back on his feet dragging your hips up his thighs rocking into your rolling his hips enjoying your walls coiling around his shaft. You panicked as you felt him pressing against your cervix you could feel throbbing as he began rocking. Through the pain you cried out in ecstasy you clamped around him, hot and needy you gyrated into him rubbing your tender folds against him then he moved thrusting deep and quick you pulled at your nest as he became faster and rougher with each thrust.

"Yes FUCK Yes good girl doing so well... Soo well FUCK. Here.We.Go UGH!." he pulled you tight as his knot grew you whimpered as he held you much firmer this time bruising your hips forcing his whole knot into you. 

"OW NO ALPHA ITS TO MUCH-FUCK PLEASE" you tucked your head below you as your arms gave out under you unlike in your heat where he had let the base of his knot rest outside this time he had stuffed the whole thing in.

"No I told you .Everything. FUCK!" You cringed as he gave one final push forcing his head to slide into your cervix opening as his knot popped inside, your muscles protested as they closed tight behind it trapping him properly. It felt like the size of a tennis ball. He grunted feeling your true opening almost strangle his cock. You whimpered as he pulled your back flush to his heaving chest you were shaking and in shock as your body protested to his punishing penetration. You heard him groan low as the first spray of cum filled you much higher than it ever had before.

"OH OH GOD.. yes...good girl, you did it  ,you took your punishment so well I'm so proud of you love." as he praised you he rubbed your lower tummy then pressed as you protested, he could feel his cock as it twitched slowly stretching you with his constant stream flooding you. You groaned wincing as you felt impossibly warm as his hot seed coated your insides, your pussy twitched sore and taught around his intrusion trying to push it out but had no hope. He kissed your mating mark as you whined still twitching, he was massaging you in the most intimate of ways with every shuddering breath you took sending sparks across your body. He placed an arm around your waist locking you against his chest and stood up.

"AH.AH nononono Clark stop it hurts please stop moving!" he ignored you making his way slowly and carefully to the bathroom stopping in front of the full length mirror.

"Look, look at yourself omega... look at what I've done to you." you did casting a look to yourself your skin flushed pink sweat glistening, your hair stuck to your face then you saw, thighs drenched with your own cum lips spread out over the huge knot your erect red clit poking out obscenely you. Whimpered the sight made you clench again trying in vain to push him out, it almost looked as painful as it felt. He hushed you as you weeped quietly as the pleasure and pain battled one another, the sting was sharp but his knot was pressing against your g spot throbbing against it making you tremble as there was no relief or escape from it.

"That toy couldn't do this to you....Fuck you so throughly fill you... I can and will I'm sorry I've been neglecting you but that was no excuse to disobey me..... this is mine." he lowered a hand and pinched your clit making you squeal wanting to buck into him yet stay still to avoid pulling on him any movement pressed harder against your spot making moans bubble from you as your mouth hung open lewd sound pouring from you.

"Are you doing ok love? I haven't harmed you have I?" he said slowly he sounded more him self now not aggressive he was worried regret washed over him. You kissed his thigh by your head feeling him start to shrink inside of you slowly.

"MY pussy and mine alone nothing goes up here except me.... understand? and if it does I will know and I will force you to take me all of me.... it that understood?" he spoke quietly into your neck licking and kissing running his teeth and tongue over your mark. Then began rubbing your clit fast then slow you cringed as you clamped on his knot making him moan loud into your ear you kicked out as he pushed you into one final bone shaking orgasm around him grunting thrusting up into you slightly as it triggered another stream of cum from him. You went lax he laughed lightly then went back into the bedroom laying on the bed arms crossed behind his head as you sat one knee either side on his hips.

You blinked as painful as it was you couldn't deny it had been the best sex you'd ever had the swell of happiness you had got what you wanted even if he was rough with you it had been exhilarating having him lose his cool and use you. You shivered then hissed leaning down onto your elbows on the mattress he brought a hand to your bottom rubbing it slowly.

"No you didn't harm me..... i'm a bit sore but I did ask for it" you replied to him he sighed in relief 

"Yes you did.... you shouldn't test me like that I could accidentally hurt you."

"I trust you... I'm sorry I was being a brat..." he rubbed your hips smoothing over the marks that were beginning to form 

"I love you Clark" he patted you lightly then pulled a little there was a small tug of pain then he slipped free remarkably nothing slipped free as he pulled you up the bed laying in his arms you nuzzled his chest he kissed your head.

"I love you to..... but i mean it no more toys" you looked up sheepish fluttering your eyes at him

"Cant I keep just this one? please?" you begged he frowned at you then looked over at your nest spotting the offending rubber on the floor. You gasped as he lazered it melting the damn thing from the bed then looked back to you as his eyes returned to there incredible blue

"Does that answer your question?" you pouted at him 

"That was expensive! what am I supposed to do when your not here?"

"Suffer and wait for me to come home" he said without missing a beat you sulked but kept quiet snuggling into his chest kissing it as he pulled a cover over the both of you drifting into and exhausted sleep.

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