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Banished

Request: Yes / No  roan x reader (smut preferably) where you get banished from skaikru about a month in after landing on earth and you meet roan. since he’s wounded and you’re a healer you patch him up and end up travelling together and become rlly close?? idk i read your trick or treat fic and it was my favourite roan fic i’ve read (and i’ve read them all...no shame)😭 @szhead31​

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Roan x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1735

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

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“What do you mean I’m kicked out?” I asked Clarke and Bellamy. 

“Y/N, you’ve been a danger to the camp.” Bellamy said with his arms crossed. 

“A danger? I’m a damn healer!” I shouted. 

“And half of the people in our infirmary are because of you!” He shouted back at me. 

“Enough!” Clarke shouted, stopping anything before it started. 

“Y/N, Bellamy’s right. You’ve been fighting everyone in camp and with the Grounders wanting to kill us, we need to think of the bigger picture.” She said and I scoffed. 

“Ya know what? I don’t even care anymore. Screw all of you and I hope the Grounders kick your ass!” I shouted and stormed out of the dropship. I went to my tent and grabbed my shit then left without another word. Those assholes can kiss my damn ass. 

*One Month Later*

I was out hunting in the snow. I don’t entirely remember how I got here, but I was alive so that’s all that matters. I had the perfect angle on the deer I was hunting when all of a sudden a scream scared it away. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned. I decided that I should run and see who was screaming. Maybe someone from camp got lost and I could fix them up, it was the damn doctor in me… If I heal them maybe they’ll see I’m not as bad as everyone says I am! I pushed myself to run faster and found a man leaning against a tree with a serious wound in his stomach. I’m honestly surprised his guts weren’t falling out. I kneeled down by his side and quickly pulled out my supplies. 

“Who are you?” He asked with a groan. 

“I’m here to help, who are you? What happened?” I asked as I started to work on his stomach. 

“I am Roan, Prince of Azgeda.” He answered then hissed in pain. 

“Don’t move, I need to disinfect it before I stitch you up. Here, bite on this.” I said and pushed a cloth into his mouth. He bit down on it and continued my work. It took about a half hour to patch him up enough to get him somewhere safe. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asked as we were walking through the forest. 

“My Father was a doctor, he taught me everything I know.” I answered with a small smile. 

“Your Father taught you well.” He said, returning my smile. 

“Up ahead, there’s a small cabin I found, I’ve been staying there.” I said and pointed at the building ahead. He nodded and the two of us quickly but carefully made our way into the cabin. I laid him on the bed and checked his wound again. 

“If you’re a Prince, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn’t you have guards with you?” I asked. 

“I was banished so my people could join with the Commander.” He said sadly. 

“Your parents banished you?” I asked shocked and he nodded sadly. 

“Why are you out here on your own?” He asked and I bit my lip. 

“Same reason you are. I was banished because my people thought I was more dangerous than the Grounders.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“I was a healer to my people, there weren’t many, but the two people that basically put themselves in charge kicked me out because I kept fighting people. Those people talked a lot of shit about me and I was just making sure they knew not to mess with me, turns out that putting your own people in the infirmary while at ‘war’ isn’t a great idea.” I half laughed. 

“How long have you been out here?” He asked. 

“About a month, maybe a little more.” I shrugged. 

“You’re strong.” He smiled and his eyes slowly started to close. 

“Get some rest, I’ll check on you in the morning.” I said and walked off to make myself food. 

*Another Month Later* 

Roan had healed well. He was strong and wanted to get better. He was actually a very good patient and did everything I asked of him. The two of us got to know each other while he was healing and he was amazing. At first he was pretty reserved and hesitant to let me into his life, but eventually he opened up to me. He was sweet with a very strong sense of loyalty. When he was finally better I thought he would just leave, which broke my heart at the thought, but he stayed. He explained to me how he was a bounty hunter and asked me to join him on his adventures. I had agreed, but we always ended up coming back to the cabin we now claimed as ours. The two of us knew we had developed feelings for one another, but we never fully confessed. Sure we acted like a couple, but it was never solidified. That was until we got snowed in our cabin with no way of leaving. 

“I suppose it’s good that we got extra food yesterday when we were out.” I said and Roan smiled. 

“I suppose you’re right.” He said and joined me in the bed. Roan pulled me towards him and I rested my head on his chest. We sat in silence, revelling in the warmth that our bodies gave to each other. After a few minutes Roan pulled my face up to look at him and he did something unexpected. He held my chin with two of his fingers and gently kissed me. I was breathless when he broke away, his eyes shining as he admired me. 

“What was that for?” I whispered. 

“I just finally got the courage to confess how I feel.” He said and I smiled with a slight blush dusting my cheeks. 

“I feel the same way.” I said and kissed him again. The kiss started off as sweet and loving, but it quickly turned hotter. The two of us were feeling each other’s bodies and enjoying the feelings. When Roan dipped into my pants I pulled away. 

“Wait, I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” I said, blushing deeply and looked away. Roan grabbed my face and made me look at him. 

“Let me teach you. We’ll be nice and warm after.” He said with a small smirk. There was something about Roan that made me trust him with all of my heart. 

“Okay…” I whispered. Roan pulled my shirt off and then my pants were quick to follow. My arms immediately went to cover my chest. 

“What about you?” I asked. He smirked and rid himself of his clothing, naked. Roan gently pried my arms from my chest and smiled. 

“Beautiful.” He hummed and kissed me, making my cheeks turn pink. 

“No need to be shy, Y/N.” He promised. He gently pushed me to lay on the bed and his lips went to my chest. 

“Roan…” I breathed, lacing my fingers into his brown hair. He pulled my underwear from me and looked up at me for consent. I gave him a small nod and he moved to my entrance. The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered my pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles coursed through my body. It felt amazing, until he broke through the one thing that indicated I was indeed a virgin. I grunted at the sharp burst of pain in my pussy. He held still, deep within me. 

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He whispered in my ear. My breathing was fast and shallow as I felt my walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulled to an ache, but was slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness. The tingles from him pressing against my clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths. 

“It’s okay… I’m fine.” I finally whispered. Roan’s hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on my face, probably looking for any signs of pain. He stopped with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance on my pussy. He teased me for only a moment, making me moan and grip the sheets. 

“Please don’t tease.” I begged. 

“Sorry love.” He said and pushed back inside me. One of his hands found my clit and I arched my back as he played with it. My muscles eased, allowing the pain to dissipate. Roan’s thrusts began to build pressure in my stomach and stars in my eyes. The soft pleasure washed over me with ease. My breaths were coming out in shallow stutters as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I was throbbing around Roan and he could feel every second of my building pleasure. 

“Roan, fuck!” I choked out as I withered on the bed. 

“Harder, harder please!” I begged, squeezing my eyes shut. Roan leaned down, capturing my lips in a messy but loving kiss as he did what I wanted. The ache in my every muscle released all at once. A shudder ran through my body as my orgasm took over me. 

“You look so beautiful when you cum like that.” Roan praised, and it only made it better. Roan pulled my legs over his shoulders and hit a deeper spot inside me. 

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. My back arched off the bed as Roan slid into me with the deep, angled thrusts. My moans were loud, escaping my lips with every other thrust he made. His hips rolled against mine with his hand still trying to pull another orgasm from me. I gripped the sheets tighter as I jolted upward from his powerful force. 

“Oh fuck! Roan!” I screamed, pleasure bursting through my veins. I was cumming for a second time tonight.

“Oh Y/N!” He moaned as he came inside me. I whined when he pulled out of me. He gave a small chuckle and pulled me into him under the blanket. 

“Warmer?” He asked and I nodded. 

“That was amazing.” I sighed happily. 

“We can do that as often as you want.” He smiled and I captured his lips in a kiss. 

“I think I want to do that all the time.” I said and he laughed. 

“Whatever you want, my Princess.” He said and I smiled. This was what earth was all about. This was my new start.

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|wait what!| Bakugo x fem!plus size reader

Summary: Bakugo has had his eye on you since the 1st year. He wants now more than ever.

Includes: fingering, vaginal sex, hair pulling, a bit of degradation, protected sex

A/n: sorry if there are any mistakes. I didn’t really know what to put down because this is my first time writing smut, I’m still new to writing fanfics lol. Anyways, enjoy <3

It was a very hot day at UA high school and the third years  have finished training for the day. 

“Fuck, it’s so hot,” Bakugo complained.

“No shit Sherlock,” you said slapping the back of his head.

“YOU SHITHEAD! AT LEAST I STILL HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY LEFT TO BLOW YOUR ASS UP,” he said running after you.

“I’d like to see you try,” you said running back to the dorms while laughing.

You and Bakugo’s friendship was...interesting. You guys were always at each others necks, always trying to one up each other. Whether it was in training, on tests, or even seeing who get’s to school earlier, everything always had to turned into a competition. People are always confused on whether or not you two friends. It seems like you guys hate each other, but on the other hand don’t?

Your feelings for Bakugo all changed when he came back from a summer vacation trip with his parents in the second year. He got 10x hotter in such a short amount of time. You couldn’t stop blushing so much that you almost didn’t hangout with him that day. All the girls were fawning over him, but he never really cared. Fast forward a year later, and you still have a fat crush on him.

You got back to the dorm and immediately hit the shower. You got out, dried off and went to go change.

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Mina standing there, eager to ask you a question.

“What are you doing tonight,” she asked.

“Nothing much, why?”

“Well I was thinking that you, me and the girls could all have a sleepover at Momo’s dorm.”

“That sounds fun. Let’s do it!”

“Yay! See you later bestie.”

“See ya!” 

You went back to getting dressed and took off your towel.

Meanwhile in the boy’s locker room, Bakugo was still replaying the image in his head if you running. Those thighs, that ass, they were driving him crazy. He just so happened to have gotten hard after he thought about it so he had to quickly leave so he can take care of the issue.

See something that you didn’t know was that Bakugo has had a crush on you since the first year. When he saw you walk into the classroom for the first time, it was game over. Your uniform made your chest look bigger and outlined your thick waist very well. Not to mention that the thigh high socks made your thighs look softer because it kind of pinched your thighs at the top. He was in love, but couldn’t show it because he didn’t want to look weak.

Some time goes by and you and the other girls are in Momo’s dorm.

“So y/n. Have you been crushing on anyone lately, hmmm?” Mina said while painting your nails.

“Umm, not really,” you replied stuttering.

“You’re lying y/n! You usually stutter when you lie,” Momo said.

“Fine you caught me. It’s Bakugo.”

The room went silent, until all of a sudden a whole bunch a squeals filled up that room.

“OMG YOU TWO WOULD LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER,” said Uraraka.

“YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER,” said Hagakure.

“Maybe you should go see if he’s busy right now so you can tell him,” Tsuyu suggested.

“I don’t even know if he likes me,” you said.

“C’mon let’s go,” Mina said pulling your arm.

“What where?”

“To Bakugos, duh.”

Before you could even say anything, you guys were already walking to his dorm and the other girls were following along.

“Guys I don’t think-,” before you could finish Mina knocked on the door for you.

“Y’all better have some beautiful babies in the future,” Mina said with a wink before sprinting off with the rest.

You were very nervous and before you even thought of leaving Bakugo opened the door.

“Yes dumbass,” he said.

“Uhh hey, just want to see if you were bored or something,”

“So you came all the way down to my dorm...to ask me that?”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

“Whatever. Come in.”

You went inside and turned around to see that he had already took his shirt off. His toned abs and pecs were about to make you lose your marbles.

“What? It’s hot in here,” he said with a smirk. He knew you were staring and he was enjoying teasing you without having to really do anything.

“Huh, what? Oh yeah it is heh.”

A couple of minutes go by and you two start talking and laughing. You get up to go get something and accidentally fall, landing on top a bakugo, inches away from kissing him.

You being stupid blurted out that you liked him and immediately regret it.

You got up but Bakugo pulled you back and kissed you hard. You guys continued to make out and next thing you know you were taking your sweater off.

“Y/n, you’re so hot,” he said taking off your shorts.

You were now in your bra and underwear and Bakugo couldn’t handle how sexy you looked and pushed you onto the mattress and got on top.

“Trust me baby, this will be the best night of your life,” he whispered in your ear.

He started kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving marks.

He then made his way down to your pussy and took off your underwear.

He gave you a kiss and started pushing his large, rough fingers into your tight hole so it could fit his large cock.

You moaned as you put your head back. You could feel yourself close to cumming, but that’s when Bakugo stopped.

“Sorry babe, but I want your first orgasm to be because of my dick,” he said pulling out his hard cock and slipping a condom on.

You looked at it for a second and told him that it won’t fit. But he chuckled and said, “I’ll make it fit.”

He then spread your thick thighs apart and put them around his waist. He then started thrusting into you as gentle as possible but even then it felt like he was mercilessly pounding into you. You couldn’t but loudly moan Bakugo’s name from all of the pleasure from his cock.

“That’s right. Am I making you feel good babe,” asked as he started rubbing your clit.

“Yes, yes you are,” you said moaning again.

You could feel yourself coming onto your high. You let out another moan as your back arched and you came onto his dick. But you weren’t done, you needed it again. Good thing Bakugo wasn’t done either.

He flipped you so your ass would be facing up and you face would be buried into his mattress.

He then started mercilessly fucking your poor, sensitive pussy until you couldn’t even think straight, all you could do was moan and shake your head.

He gave your full ass a hard smack that left a mark and you let out a loud moan and started gushing all over his dick.

“Who knew innocent y/n likes to be turned into a fucking whore,” he said continuing to pound into you.

“Do you like when I call you a whore y/n,” he said pulling your head up by your hair. You nodded.

“Good girl,” he said dropping your head back but still had his grip on the back of your head.

He continued until he finally came. He slipped off the condom, tied it, and threw it into the garbage can.

You collapsed onto your stomach because of how tired you were.

Bakugo gave you a bottle of water after you got cleaned up. You two agreed that you would sleep over at his dorm for the night.

“You know a had a crush on you since the 1st year y/n,” he said turning into his side.

“Wait what,” you said.

“Yep, ever since I saw you I’ve always wanted to be with you, romantically.”

“Well, why not make it a thing now,” you said holding his hand.

“I would really like that,” he said putting your head onto his chest.

The two of you then fell asleep and were excited to flex on everyone about how much of an amazing couple you two are.

[cyncerity]

Mmmmm.,, thinking about how if Tubbo nommed Tommy and Tommy grew just enough in his stomach to make a little bump.,,

Ok when I asked for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed prompts, you got the message. You understood the assignment completely, you genius anon. Funnier yet, I had the same thought about Tommy shifting while in someone earlier, so you’re pyscic and also very much pandering to what i like to write and it’s working very well.

tw: vore, cursing

Btw, I took my shitpost idea from this post and made it a full story

“Tubbo, no.” Tommy deadpanned at Tubbo, who looked back at him with puppy eyes. “Tubbo yes!! You actually studied for this and I didn’t and if I flunk another test my dads gonna kill me!” the shorter teen whined. Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Well then maybe you should’ve studied! I’m not gonna help you cheat this, I don’t even know how i would do that!”

Tubbo pouted and gave him a death glare that he ultimately couldn’t hold as long as Tommy could, so he sighed in defeat and started to get ready for school.

*****

School went pretty well for Tommy. He’d been pestered about the test a few more times by Tubbo, but he ignored most of the advances. He was just walking from the class he’d taken the test in to his next class when he got a text from his best friend: ‘meet me in the storage closet by the caf.’ Huh. Odd. Nevertheless, Tommy shrugged and headed that way. Not like he had much else to do at the moment.

He soon stepped into the storage closet, the heavy door closing behind him and shutting him in almost complete darkness as he fumbled around looking for a light switch. He could hear things clattering around him, but every time he reached in the direction of the noise, more noise seemed to come from another direction. What was going on? “Tubbo?” Tommy whispered. “You in here, big man?” Tommy said, a bit louder. No response, except the noises. Tommy could feel himself start to shrink in a bit as his movements became more sporadic looking for the light. “Seriously man, this isn’t funny!!” Suddenly, a loud clap sounded from behind him, scaring him and accelerating the shrinking he had already subconsciously been doing as he shrieked, now a measly 3 inches tall.

Suddenly he felt himself be lifted off the ground as the lights finally came on. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see Tubbo holding him by his shirt collar, the heavy, large textbook that Tubbo had violently shut to make the clap noise now laying closed on the floor, looking smug with himself. Tommy glared daggers at him. “That was a low blow, Tubso.” “Of don’t be over dramatic,” the bigger teen smirked, “I’m just getting the help I need.” And with that, Tommy was tossed up into the air and quickly caught in Tubbo’s mouth. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!!” Tommy shouted as Tubbo’s tongue lapped at his face. He was unceremoniously pushed into the side of Tubbo’s cheek as he tried to respond. “You just took the test, I’m going in to take the test now, so you can at least help me get some answers.” “You little-“ Tommy tried to finish before he was cut off by a loud swallow.

Tommy felt his legs get pulled down into the tight muscles of the throat. He tried to punch at Tubbo’s tongue to get his friend to spit him out but he only heard Tubbo chuckle as the muscles pulled him down to his shoulders and eventually sucked him in completely. Tubbo left the storage closet once he couldn’t feel Tommy in his mouth anymore and made his way to class. Tommy landed in his stomach with a dull thud as he heard the storage room door close and felt Tubbo start walking. Great. Didn’t this asshole know he had school, too?

Tommy pouted and laid back one of the wet spongy walls and slid down, begrudgingly accepting defeat. Eventually he felt Tubbo sit down, and he heard the lecturer start to speak, before silence once again. Tubbo poked his stomach. Tommy kicked at the wall where he had been poked. “You can’t just eat me and expect me to help you. Prick.” Another poke from the outside. Tommy kicked again.

There was an annoyed scoff from outside and soon the small space Tommy was sitting in practically folded in on itself as Tubbo moved to sit with his knees pressed against his torso. “Oh, fuck off, you dickhead!” Tommy shouted. “I’ll give you the fuckin answers, Jesus, just let up!!” Tommy could practically hear Tubbos smug grin as he put his knees back down and sat normally. Tommy sat fuming, giving Tubbo the answers to the test, waiting for the signal tap that signified his giant friend was ready for the next answer. So as Tommy sat and mindlessly rattled off information, he thought about what he could do to get a little revenge for the impromptu nom session. It was hard to think of something good enough. He needed something that was funny, but inconvenient, and that he could do from the stomach he was stuck in. Something that would piss Tubbo off in a playful way, and nothing that would cause him pain, maybe a bit of discomfort…wait. That’s it, that would work, all he had to do was time it right. The logical and mature side of Tommy’s brain said it was a bad idea: he’d never tried shifting while in a person before. Well, that part of his brain could fuck off for all Tommy cared. He’d never listened to it anyways. ‘Oh, this is gonna be so funny…’

****

A half an hour later, Tubbo finished the test. He was pretty proud of his successful plan to get Tommy to help him cheat, and he couldn’t see himself getting caught. There was no physical evidence of it, and he knew that as annoyed as he knew Tommy was, his best friend wouldn’t rat him out. He even made sure to fill in some answers wrong, it was foolproof! Tubbo leaned back, feeling the minuscule weight inside him, and if he focused hard enough, could even feel Tommy breath. He’d never get tired of how weird that felt, no matter how many times he ate Tommy. It gave him a sort of peace. He felt kind of bad for practically forcing Tommy into sitting in his gut, but it was his fault in the first place! If Tommy hadn’t refused to help him, Tubbo wouldn’t have had to resort to this! And he knew that Tommy would try to reign hell on him for this, but for the moment, he put that thought aside. There wasn’t much revenge Tommy could do from his stomach.

Tubbo soon heard the bell ring. And as soon as he went to stand up, he felt something inside him move. No, not move, grow. Double, triple the size Tommy was when he was swallowed, bigger than anything he’d ever even try to get down his throat, and all within the span of a second. The sudden shock of the change mixed with the uneven and unfamiliar added weight in Tubbos body made him fall backwards with a yelp, landing on his ass and knocking over a chair in the process. He heard some kids laugh at him on their way out the door, and saw other just stare. He could feel his face get hotter from the embarrassment. He not only heard, but felt Tommy laugh at him, the shifters now louder voice making the stomach walls around him vibrate slightly. And, oh god, that was a weird feeling.

Tubbo clutched his gut for dear life as he tried to stand. He grabbed a nearby desk and pulled himself up, doing his best to steady himself. And as soon as he finally managed to get used to the weight, more was added. He felt his stomach stretch around Tommy, more weight being added, making him stumble a bit more before he elbowed himself in the stomach, pulled his hood over his head, and tried to walk as quickly as possible to anywhere private, ignoring Tommy’s laughing fit.

Ten minutes later, Tubbo found a private, hidden area under a set of outdoor steps near his school. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear just to be sure that if anyone saw him, they wouldn’t think he was a crazy person talking to himself. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Tubbo yelled, making Tommy laugh more. “Oh, you have no idea how much I would’ve paid to see the look on your face!” Tommy wheezed. “What did you do?” Tommy’s laughter died down as he tried to answer the question. “Well, I think that’s pretty obvious big man. I shifted.” “In me?!” “Well, yeah. Consider this payback for scaring me shitless and swallowing me without permission.”

Tubbo face palmed with his free hand and started to pace, feeling Tommy’s much larger form sway in his stomach and stretch it with every turn he made as he walked. “Ok, ok, fine I guess I deserved that. Just, why’d you have to do it in class? People were looking at me like I was an idiot. And how big are you even right now?” “Cause you are stupid,” Tommy answered part of the first question, but pondered the other. “I’d say a foot tall? Maybe a foot and a half?”

“A foot?!” “Yeah, that’s what I said. Listen, maybe.” “Alright, alright, ok, you’ve had your fun, now shrink so I can get you out of there and we can both go about our days.” Tubbo sighed. “No can do, big man.” Tommy replied simply, as if Tubbo were to have expected that answer. He didn’t. “Why the hell not?!” Tubbo yelled again, sitting on a step, to frustrated to keep pacing. “You put me in here in the first place. I’m now your responsibility, and you did this to yourself.” Tubbo felt a somewhat uncomfortable pressure on the front of his stomach and pulled up his shirt, partially horrified and partially amazed to see the front of his belly pushing forwards, slight imprints from under his skin. Tommy’s hands. Before Tubbo could even get a word out, Tommy finished: “Remember, I’m not stuck in here with you. You’re stuck out there with me.” The pressure released, and Tubbos abdomen went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be. It still looked somewhat bloated for obvious reasons, the outline of Tommy practically indistinguishable from any other stuffed gut to everyone but Tubbo, but it wasn’t anything his hoodie couldn’t hide. Tubbo made it a point to stand up from the step quickly to try and jostle Tommy, but only succeeded in making himself feel a quick pit in his stomach, making him instinctually hunch over as it stretched downwards to accommodate Tommy’s weight. “Whatever. I’m done talking to you.” Tubbo replied sternly before walking off to his next class, which he was now horribly late for. “Sounds good, but I’m not quite done talking to you yet.” So the next 10 minutes was spent with Tubbo walking to class and Tommy rambling about increasingly bizarre topics in an attempt to irritate Tubbo, and with Tubbo unable to respond without being heard since he’d put his phone in his backpack like an idiot and now couldn’t reach it.

***

He walked into his next class 20 minutes late, and as quickly as possible made his way to his empty chair next to Ranboo, who started giving him weird looks a few minutes after he sat down. Tubbo gave him a weird look, and Ranboo looked back utterly confused and somewhat distraught looking. Tubbo shrugged and went back to his work, trying to pick up what the teacher was saying and drown out Tommy’s nonsense. Ranboo didn’t stop giving him weird glances though, and he seemed to be getting more and more anxious. Tubbo was about to ask him what was wrong when surprisingly Ranboo stood up and addressed the teacher. “Excuse me, I have a really bad headache. Like, it’s hard to concentrate and I’m seeing spots and it’s all around just really awful, can I go to the nurse, please?” He was given permission and was told to take someone with him, roughly grabbing Tubbo by the arm and practically dragging him out of the classroom as fast as possible.

At this point, Tubbo was worried. Ranboo was an introverted guy, there’s no way he’d draw that much attention to himself in class unless it was an emergency. He got even more worried when Ranboo dragged him past the nurses office and into a storage closet not dissimilar to the one Tubbo and Tommy had been in earlier. “Boo, are you alri-“ “Out of curiosity, where’s Tommy?” Ranboo interrupted. Tubbo froze. “Ummm…I don’t know, why do you ask?” He replied, trying not to sound as guilty as he was as Tommy, who had been silent since Ranboo had dragged Tubbo out of the classroom, mumbled to himself. Something about Tubbo being an asshole. “Oh, maybe because once you came in late and sat down I started hearing Tommy. Quiet, muffled, even, but I know his voice. That, and literally no one besides Tommy can talk about absolutely nothing for so long.” Tubbo heard Tommy let out an offended scoff and a “fuck you” at Ranboo, who apparently also heard it. “See, there it is again! You can hear him to, I know it. So where is he? I thought he was in your backpack, but you didn’t bring it with you to the ‘nurses office,’” Ranboo said, putting in air quotes, “so I don’t know where else I’d be able to hear him from.” Tubbo was left speechless again. Luckily for him, or actually rather unlucky, depending on how you look at it, Tommy was incapable of being left speechless. “In here, Ranboob!!” Tommy shouted, punching the front of the stomach walls, making Tubbo let out a hiss of pain as he punched himself in the stomach. Ranboo just stared blankly. “He’s…he’s in there?” Ranboo asked, pointing at Tubbo’s midsection. Tubbo sighed and nodded. Thank god he had to explain this to Ranboo and not some rando who didn’t know that he and Tommy did this regularly. “I thought that no one besides you could hear him when you ate him? I’ve never heard him from in there before.” “Probably because I’ve never been this big in a person before.” Tommy shouted in reply. “He’s a fucking foot tall, Ranboo. He’s making me miserable.” Tubbo deadpanned. “Just returning the favor!” Tommy shouted. “Ok, ok, wait, what happened, I’m so confused.” Ranboo questioned.

Tommy and Tubbo filled Ranboo in on what went down, who had his face in his hands by the end of the explanation, his thoughts clear to Tommy and Tubbo: ‘why do I have such idiot friends?’ “…ok,” Ranboo finally spoke out, “If anyone asks, I have a fever and you two, er, well, Tubbo helped me walk home. School ends in, like, 3 hours anyways, so it should be fine.” Tubbo and Tommy both seemed ok with that idea, so they went back to Tommy’s house, since Tommy’s family was at work, where Ranboo made both Tommy and Tubbo apologize for being assholes to each other, eventually convincing Tommy to shrink back down and finally give Tubbo a break. Tubbo didn’t spit him out though, and from the one sided conversation Ranboo was hearing, it seemed like Tommy was fine with that. Soon enough, all three were taking a nap.

***

At 2 o’clock, Phil got home, surprised to find the front door unlocked. He carefully made his way inside the house, looking for anything that could have been stolen or god forbid a thief still in the house. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until he got to Tommy’s room, where he found Ranboo and Tubbo asleep on a backup comforter they kept around for the two when they slept over. Phil only had to wonder briefly where Tommy was, until his mind registered Tubbo’s hand, which was pressed protectively against his stomach. ‘Wait, shouldn’t they still be in school?’ Phil thought. But he took one look at the sleeping teens and decided he would chew them out later, turning of the light and closing the door.

[juletheghoul]

Mysticus Chapter 1

Ezra x F!Reader Soulmates AU

I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while and after reading all of the AWESOME writing on this website and with some really lovely encouragement from some of my favourite people here I've decided to give it a go. Always open to constructive criticism!

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Word Count: 1649K

Warnings: Language, tension? (Smut later on)

Literally my first fic, willing to tag if that's something you'd like!

Masterlist Chapter 2

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“Stay away from Thomas”

The words were out of your mouth before your brain had a chance to stop you. Fuck. The girl you whose palm you held in your hands frowned.

“My date? Why?”

How. How did you always manage to shove your foot in it? You had been doing so well! A steady trickle of patrons to your admittedly shabby little stand. Okay, table with a glittery table cloth and a couple of folding chairs but nevermind that.

“Uhhh, yeah. I’m not sure why but I’m getting a really bad vibe. Is this your first date with him? Where is he?” You asked. You could feel the fear creeping in, like a drop of ice cold water that slides down your spine.

“It’s our first date, he’s grabbing us some food.” She responded, brow furrowed slightly, you could see she was having doubts about her safety.

“What kind of vibe are you getting?” The fact that she didn’t laugh you off right away let you know that she most likely wasn’t as comfortable as she should be on a date.

Your dog looked up at you from her place on the floor, seemingly interested in how you were going to explain yourself.

“Look, I don’t really know what to say I just feel like you should get away as fast as possible. I think you know what I mean, and I think you felt a little weird before you sat down.” You say plainly. You had broke your only rule. No bad news. You could feel her fear now, a wave of anxiety washing over the both of you all at once. In the corner of your peripheral you could see a handsome young man walking towards the both of you with food in both hands. Nothing particularly scary about him but you could feel the hackles raising on your normally silent dog. A low growl came from her direction and you put your hand on her head to calm her.

“There you a-“ he started but before he could say anything else the girl was up, dropping money on your table and hastily making a phone call.

“Sorry Thomas – my mom just called, there’s been an emergency and she’s on her way.”

He frowned. “I can drop you off-“

“No need, thanks for everything and hopefully we can do this again” she quickly called over her shoulder and then she was off.

He stood there for a few minutes dumbstruck. Then you saw something. A glint in his eye maybe? A trick of the lights flashing either from the rides or the games on the either side of your pathetic ‘booth’ and then it was gone. When he seemed to realize that you were sitting there, he gave you a smile and walked away. You shivered and noticed your dog was up and ready to pounce.

“It’s okay girl we’re good.” You reassured her and she once again took her place at your feet, but you noticed that she followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. Fuck you really needed to work on thinking about what you said before you said it. At least she listened instead of telling you to fuck off, little victories.

“What do you say girl, think it’s time to go?” The dogs ears perked up as you scratched behind one, she responded by standing, her signal for yes. You grabbed the box you had stashed under the little table and started putting your makeshift booth away. The sign which read palm readings $5, the table cloth and the can with your earnings for the night. Slipping the end of the dogs leash around your wrist you folded up the table and chairs and stacked everything neatly and made your way to your Jeep. Tomorrow will be better.

Next day

Carnivals had always freaked you out. A lot of places that were supposed to be fun and whimsical freaked you out. You weren’t entirely sure what it was about these places but it made your skin crawl. The music playing gave you the creeps, the smiles of the people around you seemed wild rather than happy. There was a feeling of something bigger underneath it all, something hungry. Predatory. Patient.

It was a last resort in order to make some quick money with your palm readings, but it always seemed like you were walking into the jaws of some huge monster when entering the grounds.

The dog made you feel better. You had found her in a shelter a couple of years ago and had instantly bonded with her. The staff had told you that she’d been in there for a while since she was notoriously unfriendly but she seemed to tolerate you. You suited each other. What they took as unfriendly, you understood as selective, which was fine. You were selective too. You’d had to make a little sign saying please do not pet the dog but it was a small price to pay for her companionship. She - much like you - was an excellent judge of character.

You spotted a group of teenage girls eyeing your booth, and you perked up. Tried to turn on the charm as it were, usually teenage girls were your best customers. You were usually really good with them and these girls were just what you needed to reach your goal for the night. You smiled along and told them just what they wanted to hear, and seeing them walk away giggling with a spring in their step made you happy. That and the cash you were putting into your coffee can.

Just then you felt it. Something prickling at your skin, like static before a rainstorm. Blood rushed to your ears and it seemed like everything was somehow louder. Something in the pit of your stomach was roiling and you were afraid you might throw up when someone approached your table.

He smiled an easy smile but it held something in it, something that said he knew something secret and you weren’t in on it. You weren’t sure if it intrigued you or scared you. You looked over expecting the dog to growl but she was calm, sitting quietly by your feet. Okay. Weird. She usually didn’t like anyone except you and the occasional small child. She usually hated men in fact but no reaction. It was throwing you off a bit if you were honest but all of a sudden he was speaking to you and you felt like you could barely focus.

“Well birdie, seems like you’ve utterly captured my attention and I simply must know what knowledge you can ascertain from my palm.” He smiled and sat down.

You blinked. What the hell was going? Why did your skin feel feverish? Why wasn’t the dog freaking out like she usually did? Why aren’t you answering?

He patiently waited with his palm upturned and you tried to get your shit together as you slowly reached over and took his hand. He was handsome sure, but never had you been rendered so speechless by anyone before. His rich brown eyes bore into you as you traced the lines in his hand.

“You’re going to meet the love of your life.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Now that’s interesting, I don’t suppose you’d be able to go into specifics about how or when this fateful meeting is to occur?”

You watched his mouth as he spoke, and he noticed. Curling it into the same secret smile from earlier and you felt the blood rushing to your face. His eyes crinkled when his smile deepened it took everything in you not to smile back at him.

You noticed the blonde birthmark and for a moment you had the wild urge to run your fingers through it. You quickly suppressed that while clearing your throat.

“I don’t have a time and date for you but it’ll be real soon.” You looked back down at his palm and noticed something. There was a little mark. Nothing crazy but aside from yourself, you’d never met anyone else with the same mark on their palm. You tried very hard to keep your breathing in check.

“Is this a scar?” You asked as casually as you could manage.

“That particular mark as afflicted me since birth, curious is it not?” He asked with a tilt of his head. His drawl a little more pronounced. Is it getting hotter?

“Somewhat-“

“Has anyone ever had the privilege of reading the no doubt fantastic future in your palm birdie?”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that” you responded focusing on the pet name he’d given you.

“It suits you, I ask again- has anyone ever been fortunate enough to read your palm?”

“No.” You responded flatly, reluctantly releasing his hand and sitting back in your chair. He stated back at you and it felt as though he was looking through you, you felt curiously naked.

“As enchanted as I am basking in your presence, I unfortunately must depart. Will you be offering your palmistry services tomorrow night? I should like to see you again birdie.”

“Uhh.. yes, I’ll be back tomorrow.” You’re not even sure why you said that, you were planning on leaving town tonight.

“Wonderful, until we meet again birdie.” He rose smiling, he took your hand in his and pressed a light kiss to it. You stared up at him in shock, your skin prickling where his lips brushed it.

He smiled down at your dog and before you could even think to warn him he reached down and scratched behind her ear. Your jaw dropped as she happily licked his palm while he murmured something into her ear before promptly rising to his feet and striding off into the crowd.

You stared after him long after with the same dumbstruck look on your face. Who the hell was that?

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[zephyoongist]

Jeon Jeongguk was just an acquaintance. The child of a family friend.

That is, until our parents decide to get us engaged.

One night, and a few glasses of champagne too many, Mr. Jeon made a slip of tongue. Something about “telling you two when you’re older” and “but they’ve been getting along so well, haven’t they?” and finally, “we didn’t need to worry about the breaking the news of the engagement.”

Powerless as we were, only at the age of barely 18, we decided we’d go along with it.

If only to part ways somewhere along the line after we’ve got enough recognition. Enough power to go on without the other’s support and without clinging onto our parents’ influence.

Now, at the age of 25, one succeeded the family business and the other flying from one country to another in chase of strengthening her connections.

Yet at the age of 25, we still couldn’t shake off our family’s influence.

“Should we just get married?” Jeongguk suggests, twirling the glass of deep red wine in his hand - he looks absolutely handsome with the first two buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and disheveled hair that telltales a run of fingers over them one too many times before he arrived here.

At our supposed matrimonial home.

Our parents gifted us a penthouse when they found out we were dating. It was for show but this house has become our safe haven. A place for only him and I. A space where we can just be.

“At this point, it doesn’t sound half bad - getting married to you,” I pull on the shawl wrapped around my nightgown adorned body, lifting the glass of whiskey and clinking it with his when he raised it to me, “I’ve given up on the notion of love after my parents screamed divorce for like, the hundredth time.”

“We won’t be like them,” it’s so easy for Jeongguk to proclaim those words.

A surety that we wouldn’t turn out like our progenitors.

“At least, we’re friends,” which is to say we never had such strong feelings for each other in the first place.

Passion breeds love and love leads to hate once all the excitement and fire shimmers down. Our parents’ only known the high life - we’re different, Jeongguk and I, we’ve adamant about hiding our family backgrounds. Choosing to go to public schools and university - of course at the expanse of promising to go together.

“Alright then, let’s get married,” he sets the glass down, its contents barely touched before he pushes himself up, hand outstretched to me.

“Wha-” I’m sure I look like a fool, staring at him with round eyes and slacked jaw but it’s not a face Jeongguk’s never seen. If I were in love with him, I’d be a little more concerned about my appearance.

But I’m not.

And once I recover from that shocking proposal, I take his hand.

By the age of 26, we’re pressured for a child. An heir to the family that will carry on the legacy on his back like we did our whole lives.

To say Jeongguk and I have never consummated our marriage would be a lie. Attraction shouldn’t be equated to romantic feelings. We know that and we fucked knowing that this means nothing more than a way to relief our stresses.

But lately, Jeongguk’s been rather... odd.

I find his hand on my waist or grasping mine even when we’ve stepped out of the crowded hall where the main event was held. Those forehead kisses whenever he comes home and I’m around - aren’t so bad. If at all. He tells me to stay in bed while he makes us breakfast but we end up going out for brunch with empty stomachs and suit cases in the car - the renovation to fix the burned walls will take about 3 months.

We use that as an excuse to drop off the face of the earth and spend it in a private island gifted to us by our parents upon the news of our elopement. 

So to say we didn’t love each other would be a lie. But to say we have romantic feelings for each other would be as ambiguous.

It’s too easy.

Far too effortless to be together compared to the relationships I’ve seen lifted up and burned to ashes.

Our friends and family asks how we keep from ripping our hair out for whatever reason at certain points of our relationship.

We say it’s because we adore each other so much.

Truth is, we’re just not as romantically involved to feel such frustrations.

“Do you want to have sex on the beach?” Jeongguk suggests one fine evening as we’re having steak on the balcony with the curtains swaying with the coming wind.

It’s so sudden - just like our impromptus marriage, I almost choked.

“Wh-what-” and just like that night, I must have looked like a bigger fool to be flustered and embarrassed at his uncannily direct proposition.

I don’t know what’s going on - these days, I get flustered too easily.

Jeongguk shoulder line shifts as he shrugs, my embarrassment causing his cheeks to redden too, “just thought we should try it. It’s okay if you’re not com-”

“I- I wouldn’t mind that,” I say, eyes casted down, cheeks growing hotter when I hear the silence and the ‘o-oh’ a second later, as if he didn’t expect me to agree.

As if he knew me like the back of his hand.

I thought I knew him too.

The next day, accompanied with the breeze of the ocean and feeling of sand on my skin as Jeongguk groans into my shoulder - I thought I’d go insane.

And insane I went, for ever since then, I couldn’t even look at him in the eye without having my heart race and the cheeks heat up. And yet, he keeps coming home with flowers every two weeks until my room smells like spring. He keeps kissing me on the forehead when he hands me the bouquet.

At the age of 27, I throw the bouquet he brought back. It hits his chest and crashes against the ground in between his feet.

“How long has it been going on?!” I don’t know why my heart feels like it’s being crushed into a million pieces.

It’s not as if Jeongguk’s line of work saves him from all the stunningly beautiful women - it’s just that I didn’t care back then.

So why - why did it break me so when I see him with his hand around another woman’s waist as they walk to his car in broad daylight. 

“What do you mean-” his rich brown eyes are clouded with confusion, those pink lips parted without a sound, hands freeze in the air as if he’s trying to reach for me but stops halfway.

Perhaps because he knows his faults.

That night, I climb into bed with tear stained face after crying my eyes out in the bathtub.

But that night, Jeongguk came to me, a knock on the door and a “can I come in?” I didn’t answer but I feel the dip of the bed a second later before familiar, strong arms wrap around me from behind. A warm breath on my shoulder as he mumbles into my skin, “she’s the wife of the CEO whose company we’re negotiating with. She was feeling sick so I helped her to the car. Doesn’t excuse what I did but I called and broke off the deal.”

We fall asleep in each other’s for the first time since that night at the private island.

And at the age of 28, as I watch him play with my cousin’s toddler, I realize that I want a family with him. Not because we’re obligated to continue the bloodline at some point.

But because, perhaps, all this time -

“I may have loved you all along,” I murmur as I share my feelings with him that night, cuddled up in my bed - he’s been coming to sleep with me, his own room now feeling scarce of life as his belongings begin to fill up the spots in my space.

And for the first time since I’ve known Jeon Jeongguk, he hiccups - pressing his hand to his lips as his eyes brim with tears.

“Fuck,” he laughs, wiping the tears away with the back of his hand, “this is so uncool - come on, close your eyes - I’ll tell you when I stop bawling like an idiot.”

“I don’t want to - I’m done running away from the things that I fear would happen if I fall in love,” my hands frame around his face, “I want to face you with my whole heart - I... I want to be your wife, your lover, your support... your everything, Jeongguk as you are mine.”

The waterworks comes in full force, Jeongguk’s hiccupping and sniffling as his eyes bore into mine, my hands are damp from wiping his tears so he wouldn’t rub his eyes red in his fervor.

That night, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, knowing tomorrow will be a different, much brighter day.

x

note. ok so ionno what i did lol but hope it’s enjoyable.

[rai-wick]

Gally x Reader Chapter 2: First Day

Y/N's P.O.V

I groggily got up and stretched.My body was aching from tossing and turning the whole night not to mention all the images of needles, familiar voices and white rooms flashing through my mind.There was a knock on my door and Minho came in.

"Get up Greenie, we have to get you assigned today"He cheerily said."Get dressed, have breakfast and once you're ready, go to Alby's cabin. See you there" He nodded and left.

I got out of bed and freshened up. I brushed my hair back, I prefered my hair down, it made me feel safe. I kept a hair tie on my wrist just in case. I pulled on a shirt and trousers before heading out to the eating area, I saw some boys having breakfast and laughing before spotting me and looking away. I didn't feel like eating much, so I just got a sandwich and ate it on my way to Alby's cabin which I now thanked that he had shown me earlier.I finished my sandwich and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Gally's P.O.V

The door opened and ____ came in. She had dark circles under her eyes, none of us said anything as we all knew how hard the first night in the Glade could be. "Alright ____, here's what we're going to do.We'll run through the rules then we'll tell you about the jobs and you tell us which one you would like to try out. Deal?"Alby said to her.She nodded in response, her face blank."There are 3 main rules.1.Everyone does their part. No slackers.2.Never hurt another Glader. You have to trust each other.3.Never go outside the Glade, unless you're a Runner.Got it?"She nodded and Alby moved on.

"Now you've met Minho, He's the Top Runner. It's his job to run through the maze and try to find a way out. This is Frypan."Frypan nodded from where he was standing."He's in charge of the kitchen and food.Clint and Jeff here are the med-jacks, they look after injuries and sicknesses."Clint gave her a small smile which she didn't return."Newt here is in charge of the gardens as well as my second in command"Newt lifted his hand slightly from where he was standing."And finally, we have Gally, Keeper of The Builders. Although he will insist for you to call him Captain Gally." I rolled my eyes as they all grinned.She still had a blank look on her face. Shuck, does this girl have any emotions?"So what do you think? What do you want to try out first?"

She pondered for a moment before replying "Building"We were all a little suprised at her answer but it was her answer."What?"She raised an eyebrow at us.

"Well we thought you'd want to be a runner"Minho sheepishly said"You were very quick on your feet"

"Building is what I want to do"

"Okay so I guess Gally you're in charge of her. Everyone is dismissed"Alby waved his hand as we left his cabin. ____ stood to the side waiting for me.

"Good Luck" Minho whispered to me"She's like the girl version of you but hotter"

"Slim it"I glared before walking over."Ready?"She nodded in response and we went to the builders section. "You're lucky, today all we have to do is some repairing and mostly just chopping 'cuz it's bonfire night"

"What's bonfire night?"

"It's a tradition we do on the Greenie's first night in the Maze.Although in your case, Alby wanted to wait until you had settled in a little bit.We make a bonfire, get drunk and have a fight off led by yours truly."She looked at me before rolling her eyes.We arrived at the section.I pointed out the different parts to her as she nodded in response."So you can pick a part and I'll help you through it"

She gazed intently around before looking at me and saying "Chopping"

"Are you sure? The axes can be very heavy and a little dangerous"

She crossed her arms and looked at me, with her penetrating ___ stare. "Yes"

"Fine with me"I shrugged and led her to the chopping block. I handed her an axe and showed her how to swing it.She copied me and I have to say she had perfect form. "Very good" I nodded to her and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. I handed her a block of wood and showed her how to perfectly chop it. She brought the axe above her head and brought it down hard, splitting the wood in half. Her hair swung around her face and I inwardly chuckled. "You might want to tie up your hair" She tied her hair into a ponytail and I found myself staring at the ground. She looked beautiful with her hair down but when she tied it up, it really brought out her features. I handed her a pile of wood and went to my section.

Y/N's P.O.V

I swung down hard and slice the wood. I put down my axe and wiped the sweat off my face. "Getting tired Greenie?"I looked to see Gally leaning on his axe smirking at me.

"It's ____" I told him coldly.

"Sure thing Greenie" His smirk grew bigger and I turned my back on him.I finished chopping and stuck my axe into the ground.

"Done" I told Gally with a bored expression. He looked at the pile and back at me.

"Not bad for your first day Greenie. I didn't think you had it in you"

I crossed my arms and looked at him with an eyebrow raised"Because I'm a girl?"

"Well ya"

"Guess you were wrong Captain Gally" He glared at me and I turned on my heel as the lunch bell rang.I picked up a plate and put some food on it before grabbing an apple. I went to the table I had sat on yesterday. I sat down and began eating.

"Excuse me but can do you mind if we join you?" I looked up to see Newt, Minho, Chuck and Gally staring at me. I looked at the big empty table and nodded. Gally, Newt and Minho sat across from me and Chuck sat next to me. I turned to myself back to the food.

"So Gre-" I looked at Minho daring him to call me Greenie"____. How was your first day in the glade?"

"Fine"

"I hope Captain Gally isn't giving you a hard time."he grinned and I shrugged in response as Minho sighed and went back to his food."Your turn"I heard him mutter to Newt.

"Your turn?"I asked him and they all looked away blushing.

"Err, Alby told us that we should try and make you laugh so you feel more at home here."I rolled my eyes and picked up my apple.

"No thanks"I took a bite of it."I'm not really a laughing type of person"

"So you're telling me, nothing makes you laugh?"Minho raised his eyebrow at me while I shrugged again.

"There's got to be something"I shook my head and picked up my plate.I walked away and threw my rubbish in the bin before walking back to my station.

~A FEW HOURS LATER~

I put down my axe and threw the last of the wood in the pile. I smelled something nasty before realising that it was me. I put my axe with all the other axes and headed to my cabin.

"Hey Greenie!" Irritated, I turned around to see Gally smirk at me."See ya at the bonfire eh?"

"Maybe you will, maybe you won't"

"You can't miss it, it's like missing your own funeral"

"That's a bloody terrible comparison" I raised an eyebrow at him

"I'll take that as a yes"He turned around and walked away. I rolled my eyes and went to my cabin for a shower. When I got in, I stripped myself of clothes and went into the shower.The warm water soothed all my pains as it washed over my body. I showered quickly and turned the water off. I went into my room and pulled out a fresh pair of clothes. I dried my hair and brushed it.There was a knock on my door and I opened it to see Chuck standing there. He nervously smiled.

"Yes?"

"Umm, Newt wanted me to tell you that they're starting. You are coming?"He gently smiled"It is good fun"

"Fine, but just for a little while" I told him.

"See you there" He started to walk away but I grabbed hold of his shoulder.He looked at me, terrified.

"We can go together"

"Oh okay" He let out a sigh of relief as I put on my shoes. I closed the door behind me and we walked to the bonfire where everyone was gathered.

"Look, Greenie made it" Gally pointed out as I sat down.Everyone cheered as I rolled my eyes.They began talking and drinking as the fire in the center roared.Chuck seated himself on my right as Newt and Minho walked over with a bottle in their hands.

"Hey ____, glad you came"Newt sat next to me and Minho beside him.

"Mhm"

"Here drink this"Minho held out the bottle and I looked at him.

"You want me to drink a bottle with suspicious contents?"He nodded enthusiastically"Yeah, not happening"

"It's a special drink we make on bonfire night"

"So?"

"Just have a sip"

I peered into the bottle"Did you guys pee in it or something?" They all looked at me before bursting into laughter.

"What?! No, it's just water and some ingredients. Gally makes it"Newt told me.

"Could have guessed"I looked over at him and our eyes briefly met.I had to admit, he was cute, in a bashful kind of way. I looked back to Newt and Minho who were looking at me expectantly.

"It's not too bad" Chuck assured me.

"Here goes " I took off the lid and took a gulp. It burned and I coughed, handing the bottle back to Minho.

"That's bloody awful" I said as they laughed loudly.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" We looked over to see the guys forming a circle.

"What are they doing?"

"They're playing this game Gally came up with. You make a circle, 2 gladers stand inside and they try to push each other out"Chuck explained

"Sounds stupid"

"Eh" Newt replied "Bit of entertainment" They all stood up."You coming to watch ____?"

"Might as well" I stood up and followed them to the circle. It was Gally against some guy, I think his name was Zart. Gally was beating him quite easily, constantly throwing him out of the circle. Finally Zart admitted defeat. Everyone laughed as Gally smirked.

"Who's next?"He peered around the circle and spotted me"What about you Greenie?"I was about to say no when everyone started chanting "Greenie! Greenie! Greenie!" And I found myself pushed into the circle.I turned around to glare at the culprit and found Minho whistling and not meeting my eyes. I turned back to Gally as he explained the rules.

"The aim is to push the other person out of the circle"

"Still stupid"I muttered and he glowered at me. We circled each other and he jumped at me, trying to scare me. I didn't flinch instead giving him a skeptical look. He shoved me hard and I stumbled but caught myself in time.He ran towards me and I swiftly dodged him causing him to almost fall out. I turned and smirked at him. I placed one foot in front of me and and reached out my hand. I beckoned him forward.

"Come on, Captain Gally" I mocked as everyone looked at each other with wide eyes. He spat on the ground and charged towards me. I grabbed his arm and judo flipped him to the ground. He grunted and got up as I moved the hair out of my face. He looked at me and tackled me to the ground. I groaned as he got up with a smirk. No way was I going to be beaten by some arrogant bastard. I swept my leg around his ankle, knocking him down. He stood up quickly and threw a punch at me but I quickly bent my knees back and dodged.I stood up and put my foot on his chest and gave him a hard kick, shoving him out of the circle. There was a silence as we both panted before an explosion of cheers."____! ____! ____!" I smirked triumphantly at Gally who smirked back.

"You're not half bad"

"Funny, I was about to say the same to you" He shook his head at me as Chuck came running up to me, excited.

"That was awesome!"

"Thank you Chuck"

"You were amazing ____!"Newt laughed.

"Yeah, now if we can just get a smile out of you"Minho grinned.

"Good luck with that"I rolled my eyes and started to walk away.

"Hey! Where ya going? We just got started"

"No thanks" I waved goodbye as they groaned"Have fun!"

I smiled to myself as I opened the door to my cabin. Exhausted by today's events, I collapsed in the hammock, not bothering to change.

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[zambie-trashart]

I Don’t Own an IPhone: Wanna Trade? 4

Masterlist

Previous: “Lila must have been akumatized again,” Nino said getting up and dragging Jon out of the store.“Let’s fix this,” Adrien said to Alya and Chloe who rolled their eyes.“Don’t think we didn’t see the way you were staring Jon up and down, it wasn’t cute,” Alya said as Trixx came out of her jacket.“Seriously Adriekins, do you even know what you want?” Chloe asked putting her comb in her hair.“Women,” Adrien sighed. “Plagg claws out!”

AHHHHHHH this was supposed to come out yesterday but I forgot to que it!

Chapter 4: Turtles and Dinner Dates

Pollinator and Hoodwink glared at Chat as they jumped through the city chasing after the akumatized Lila.

Jon watched in bewilderment  as Nino’s hand tightened on his wrist dragging him through back alleyways in the opposite direction. “Nino, where are we going? Alya, Chloe, and Adrien are still back at the cafe,” Jon asked pulling back against Nino’s grip.

“It’s better to split up during attacks trust me,” Nino said trying to come up with an excuse praying that Jon didn’t see through it.

Alya looked at the earrings in her hands sighing, she would either have to put them in now or come back later and deal with the butterfly and akumatized object in order to use the lucky charm. She could always use a mirage. 

“I am Myth Weaver and I make lies become reality! Adrien Agreste will love me,” Weaver said waving a wand in the air and Chat’s eyes widened before extending his staff out to her stopping the motion.

“Don’t let her cast any more spells,” Chat said and the girls rolled their eyes.

“Yeah, we’ll try,” Hoodwink said putting in the earrings not unifying yet but casting a perfectly planned mirage.

Marinette looked at Jon’s phone sighing as a text from Jason showed up.

From Jason Todd What hotel are you staying at? B wants to have you over for dinner He didn’t think that I could make friends How rude is that?

Marinette rolled her eyes before typing back.

To Jason Todd Who’s B? And I’m staying at Wayne Suites Hotel.

Marinette tucked the phone back into her purse before looking up to see Audrey walking toward her arms open before pulling her into a hug. “Marinette darling, let me show you the ropes of business ownership. I know that if there is one designer out there who can surpass Gabriel and his dreadful white collection it’s you. Don’t tell anyone but I’m getting a bit too old for the drama and I must go back and visit my daughter at some point. This is our Jersey studio make yourself at home,” Audrey said before running over to someone and yelling at them.

“I’ll do my best,” Marinette mumbled out before reaching for the phone in her purse.

From Jason Todd B is complicated but he’s Damian’s dad and Damian is Jon’s boyfriend, remember? One would think you’d want to meet the guy you texted right? Get to know him a bit

Marinette snorted, it was like Jason was trying to set them up or something, she exited the app before thinking. This was Jon’s boyfriend and Jon was nice, she wouldn’t want him to… no wait that wouldn’t be so bad. If Jon texted Adrien as her and she texted Damian as him then maybe they could fix any problems in their relationships, or at least her problems. She reopened the app typing aggressively.

To Jason Todd Be there at five.

From Jason Todd You’re not going to regret this

“Oh yes I am,” Marinette said to herself as Audrey came back and started guiding her through the building.

Jon’s eyes widened as a huge rock came flying at him. Sure Jon was used to danger, in fact he chased is for fun but he really wasn’t expecting an akuma on his first day in Paris. He actually wasn’t expecting any of this to be honest.

“No!” Nino yelled running back toward him. “Wayzz, shell on!” Nino called out being enveloped in green and taking a shell off his back before jumping in front of Jon blocking the rock which shattered to millions of pieces on impact. Nino breathed out a sigh of relief keeled over before turning back to Jon who’s eyes were bulging out of his face. 

“Oh my Rao, what are you Sailor Moon or some shit?” Jon asked gesturing to Nino freaking out.

“You can’t tell anyone, promise me you won’t tell anyone,” Nino said grabbing Jon’s shoulders shaking him viciously.

“Yeah, as long as you answer a couple of questions for me,” Jon said and Nino nodded. “Who are you? When and where are you meeting Superman?” Jon asked and Nino looked confused.

“They call me Protector and we’re meeting Superman in a day at midnight on the Eiffel Tower. How did you know we were meeting with Superman?” Protector asked.

“I’m a reporter’s son and I lived in Metropolis, it’s how I was raised, to follow Superman wherever he goes and get every bit of information out of the situation. I just wanted to get some pictures for my parents,” Jon said waving Protector’s question off easily. Suddenly ladybugs were flying around everywhere and they fixed the rock.

“Ladybug fixed everything, we should go meet back up with the others,” Nino said back in his regular clothes. Something seemed off, the others were so sure that Nino could keep him safe, Adrien’s name in Marinette’s phone is chaton, there’s four friends who all look somewhat similar to the heroes. Jon smirked to himself, he found the heroes of Paris and now he would be able to see Paris’ situation from a whole new angle. 

Marinette stood outside her hotel in a black dress with pink flowers crawling along the hem, hair pulled into a half ponytail, pink high heels, and a white purse with a trick pocket phone tucked in carefully along with the mouse miraculous. A fancy car pulled up in front of her and the window was lowered and Jason called out to her.

Marinette was terrified, she had figured out earlier that she would be dining with the batfamily from photos on Jon’s phone and Damian being Robin and Jon being Superboy. She also knew that she was in a car with a murderer but if anything bad happened she always had her training and Mullo up her sleeve, she would be able to shock him enough to get out of any bad situation. Jason did seem harmless enough though and she had read up on the news and it seemed that Red Hood had turned over a new leaf.

“We’re here,” Jason said rousing her from her thoughts as he opened his door walking around the car to open hers helping her out. She looked up and her eyes widened at the house, no manor, in front of her.

“You live here?” Marinette asked. The place was bigger than Gabriel’s.

“Yup, now come on we have dinner to get to,” Jason said smiling walking up the front steps and Marinette quickly followed.

Damian was not thrilled about the family dinner that was called this morning. Jason seemed insistent that the whole family meet his new friend. He just wanted the whole thing to be over so he could talk to Jon, hopefully his beloved would be up by then. He had to fight the Joker the previous night and couldn’t text him back but he didn’t want Jon to be worried or anything, he hoped the younger wasn’t mad at him.

Damian adjusted his shirt thinking, Jason had made a friend, a friend who he thought was worth the family dinner treatment. She couldn’t be his girlfriend, Jason never said he broke up with Roy so who was this girl? Damian shook his head before walking down the stairs and saw Jason and his friend, she was too good for Jason and Jason was in no way worth her time.

Marinette stared at the boy before her, this was Damian? She felt guilt crawl through her chest. He’s in a relationship, he’s in a relationship, he’s in a… holy shit he’s hotter in person. Marinette couldn’t help but admire him for a moment before remembering he was a hot asshole.

Coughing roused the three from their thoughts as Alfred stood in the doorway smiling. “Dinner is almost ready,” Alfred said and Jason nodded in the direction of the dining room letting Marinette go first. She walked into the room and eight pairs of eyes settled on her.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor,” Jason said and Marinette gulped grasping her purse, just one dinner.

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[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Two)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning:  Smut, Swearing, Unprotected Sex, Plane Sex, Semi-Public Sex

Word Count: 1.1k

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2. Mile - High Club

Will she go or not?

That was the question running into her mind but that would be really awkward all throughout the flight if she didn't. Besides, she was yearning for this action.

Sex on the plane. Sex with a stranger. Public sex. This is like hitting three sex bucket lists in one go.

Another thing is that after this flight, they might not see each other again and that would be a total waste to miss an opportunity of fucking a very attractive man.

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She stood up then glanced around, almost everyone was settled with shut-eye since it's late so she didn't have any problem heading to the lavatory. She knocked twice before the door opened, pulling her inside the tight space. Shit, she thought, she didn't know it was too cramped like this but because of the distance, she could easily feel his protruding bulge.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and she licked her lips, eyeing his red lips that looked so delectable. His mouth went into hers roughly, slipping his tongue inside her caverns as his fingers held tightly on her waist. He is a really great kisser, she thought. The way he sucked into her made her melt and she kept on moaning while their tongues played with each other.

In a flash she was seated on his lap, lips still connected with each other in a messy but steamy make-out involving their tongues. She can't believe that she was making out with someone she doesn't know in a plane lavatory.

The guy jerked his hip up which made her grind on him, making him groan at the process. Damn, even his sounds are so sexy that it fuels her desperation of wanting to be fucked by this gorgeous man. "I don't usually let girls top me..." he claimed as he started undoing the buttons of her pants. That statement made her mind go haywire, it only makes everything hotter. She's topping someone who's dominant and she mentally noted that another one from her bucket lists was ticked off. "But this is the most comfortable position that we can do."

His fingers undid his button as well, revealing a boxer underneath and a spot of wetness can be seen. (Y/N) stood up to remove her pants and her underwear, which is pretty decent, thank God, that she is now half-naked in front of him.

He didn't waste time entering a finger in her pussy that made her scream. This isn't her finger pleasuring her anymore and somewhat it made a difference. She was too wet that his long, thick fingers were sinking into her so well. His other hand pulled her head closer to again devour her mouth to prevent her from making a noise.

Another finger was inserted and she bit his tongue at the pleasure, rocking her hips as she rides his fingers that were curling inside her. Fuck, this foreplay is killing her that she's inching her orgasm once again. But he pulled out as her vagina walls started clenching on him.

Her eyes were wide at the feeling of loss in her core. Did he just prevent her from cumming? The guy gave a hearty laugh at her breathless state. "You are pretty." he complimented and she fought the urge to tell him the same thing.

The guy carried her up, pulling down his pants and boxers that his hard cock sprung up, leaving her in too much delight. He is huge, bigger than the vibrator she uses, and even bigger than the guy who took her virginity.

Even if he's huge, his cock was sinking inside her because of her own wetness that made it easy for her to ride him. He groaned and she gave a muffled moan at the contact of each other. "Fuck." he muttered, holding her mouth to prevent her from making a sound. "You are so tight."

He guided her legs to ride him out completely, feeling how his cock felt bigger inside her. This isn't her, she isn't this wild before. If her younger self were to see her like this, she'll definitely be surprised that the innocent girl who would prefer to always have vanilla sex was riding another man, a stranger, in an aircraft.

"Oh, God. Fuck." she screamed as she felt the same coil in her stomach for the third time. She is close and the guy doesn't look like he's stopping soon. It might be the adrenaline pumping but he carried her up, her legs wrapped on his waist as her back hit the stall's door.

He started thrusting in her at such speed that she's scared the someone can hear something outside. "Shit." he cursed and she was blinded at how sexy he sounded saying that word. (Y/N) was on the verge of her orgasm as well at how amazing this guy is making her feel. He was hitting her pleasure spot, making her feel really close.

With one last thrust, she reached the orgasm that made her almost scream if not for his lips on hers. He kept on thrusting inside her, riding out his very own orgasm.

The guy muttered something in a foreign language which she discovered as Japanese, the same thing that guys from hentai would shout when they're in the height of orgasm. She felt warm as he filled her up, his lips on her neck sucking purple spots on her skin that will definitely show in the coming days.

As gentleman as he is, he pulled tissues out and wiped her legs that have both their cums. "I'll go first," he said then zipped his pants back up, giving her a wink. (Y/N) took the chance to stare at herself, eyeing the faint red marks on her neck. He did mark her, making sure that she wouldn't forget about this rendezvous.

"That was..." he started in Japanese that made her look at him in surprise, he is a foreigner? But he speaks perfect Korean just now. "Amazing," he said in Korean that made her pant heavily. What is he exactly? Is this how desperate she is for someone's touch?

She peed to at least removed the cum in her system. Although she's safe, it's better not to be sorry later. Ten will surely get mad at her for not using protection as he would always remind her.

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

[silverryu25]

As payback maybe go for the *ahem* alternative you were gonna make sans do to red >:3 ya know let sans have a ‘ride’ .>:3 hehe

Noonies I hope you don’t mind but I just couldn’t resist combining these three asks into one very spicy drabble... or well more of a fic by it’s length XD ... don’t get used to drabbles this long cause this one just kinda got away from me >.>

Hope you enjoy~ >;3

Other parts: part one | part two | AO3 link

Below the cut is for 18+ only please! :3

Sans was checking himself in the mirror... again. But unlike last time, he wasn’t doing it to check how “bad” his body looked.

This time he wanted to make sure he looked good.

Over the past few weeks Red had made sure to hammer his love and appreciation of Sans’ voluptuous curves into his thick skull and it worked. Sans looked himself over in the mirror and he couldn’t stop the blush that spread over his cheeks. The view made him remember all the times Red “showed him his love” in front of that mirror and he could feel his already summoned magic starting to itch. Red would be very proud if he knew the training paid off that well~.

With a shake of his skull, Sans tried to focus back on the moment. He looked himself over one more time, checking that everything was in place. His generous ecto body was summoned, covering everything from his feet up to his ribs. But unlike last time he wasn’t wearing his usual ratty basketball shorts. This time he wore something special. A gift for Red.

He wore babyblue thigh high socks with a tiny white bone pattern all over them and a white lace top holding them in place. Above that was a short dark blue skirt, covering just enough of his body to leave a little space between the skirts edge and the socks, showing off the pretty blue of his ecto and teasing with a hint of the treasure hiding behind the folds of the skirt. And to top it all off, he got a soft white sweater that barely covered his ribs, leaving his ecto belly completely exposed. The sweater’s sleeves went down to almost cover his hands, the ends of his phalanges barely poking out of them.

He looked... good, right?

It was hard to tell, his usual self-deprecating thoughts trying to rear up and make him feel ridiculous in the outfit, but he fought them down. He was doing this for Red and he was sure Red would like this! He made sure to do some research before getting all the parts for this surprise and he was sure it would be just right.

Very sure...

Pretty sure...

Mostly sure...

“red! can you come here for a minute?!” He yelled back towards the door of their room before his doubts made him chicken out.

“comin’.” Red grunted back, probably getting up from sprawling on the couch. Now it was too late to back off, he didn’t have time to change.

With a deep breath, Sans braced himself for the moment Red opens the door. His soul beat a mile a minute and the blush crept back on his cheeks. Instead of focusing on his own reflection, he kept his eyelights trained on the door, feeling sweat slowly sliding down his spine.

‘fuck this was a mistake.’ The thought ran through his mind as the heavy steps of his big mate neared the door. But before he could spiral into a panic the door swung open and both skeletons froze.

Sans stared at Red’s reflection but he couldn’t tell where Red was looking at. The bigger monster stood with his hand still on the door, eyelights gone and mouth hanging open as if he was about to say something. But no sound came out.

The moment stretched and Sans started fidgeting in place, suddenly very aware of how exposed he looked. Red will probably laugh at him but what’s done is done. He gathered the last of his determination and gave Red a small wave of his hand, the other gripping the hem of his skirt.

“hey bigbone...” Sans said, voice quiet and unsure. “... surprise?”

The moment those words left his mouth Red was on him, hands grabbing his shoulders. Before Sans could even question it, Red spun him around and their teeth met in a frantic kiss. It felt like Red was trying to devour him through the kiss as his hands went straight for Sans’ ass under the skirt and gave a firm squeeze to both cheeks.

Sans pushed him back when he ran out of air, a string of purplish saliva connecting their teeth. They were both breathing hard, their eyelights starting to fuzz around the edges as magic rushed to their joints giving out a soft glow. 

Sans was shocked to see Red lose control this fast. Usually, it took quite a while to get the bigger monster to snap and devour Sans like this (and Sans knew exactly how to achieve that). Yet here Red was, one look at Sans and he was obviously ready to rip his clothes off and then fuck his brains out.

“r-red?” Sans gasped out, barely gathering enough air to ask that when he was suddenly lifted up and carried over to the bed.

Instead of being dropped on it as he expected, Red held him close and set the pillows up on the backrest so anyone laying down would be propped up a bit. Then he laid down and put Sans in his lap, both legs straddling Red’s hips, skirt splayed around him. Sans couldn’t stop the blush slowly spreading from his cheeks down his neck, the position making him feel as if he was on display.

... it felt kind of good.

Sans wiggled in his spot a bit, trying to get more comfortable, only to cause Red to hiss out a curse. He looked down at the big monster and saw red magic sparking over his form, visible through spaces in Red’s clothes where his shirt was riding up a bit. A moment later Sans could feel a bulge form underneath him.

“heh, doing okay there red?” Sans chuckled, sockets crinkled in mirth. It only got him a growl in return, Red’s hips trusting up at the same time and making Sans gasp.

“f-fuck!” The smaller cursed as he felt his magic react, pussy starting to feel empty. He won’t be able to hold out long either it seemed. Judging by the smirk on Red’s face, the bigger monster knew it.

‘smug bastard.’ Sans thought, a vengeful frown making his brows twist, ‘two can play at that game.’

Sans leaned back, showing off his ecto body, one hand clutching the long sweater sleeve and covering his smirk, as he rocked down onto Red’s erection through the bigger monsters pants. He wasn’t wearing any panties below the skirt so there was only the thin fabric of Red’s shorts separating their magic. And it was getting soaked by their combined magic, fast. Sans kept rocking, not giving Red a chance to retaliate, as he listened to their combined moans and grunts. Red’s hands helped keep him steady, gripping his thighs just above the socks, claws prickling into his ecto.

‘stars, i could get used to this.’ He thought as his breath hitched and his pussy twitched in time with the rocking. Watching Red slowly lose himself below him was new and exciting and it made his magic rush. He knew Red could snap him like a twig if he wanted to, yet here he was, the big bad monster coming undone under him. Devouring him with blown-out eyelights while he gripped onto his thighs as if his life depended on it.

“h-having fun, red?” Sans teased, rocking a little harder and making Red grunt and let out a deep whine.

“f-fuck yea’, sweetheart.” Red grunted out between breaths, grip tightening and sockets narrowing. “yer so fuckin’ hot i could just eat ya right up.”

Sans believed him. The hunger in Red’s eyelights looked like it would draw him in and never let go. It was intoxicating.

But he needed more.

Frantically, Sans lifted himself up and started tugging on the hem of Red’s shorts, trying to get his dick free. Red helped by lifting his hips up a bit, letting Sans pull his pants down. His cock sprang out, hard and leaking precum, the veins throbbing in time with Red’s soulbeat. Sans could feel his mouth water at the sight, wanting a taste.

But that would have to wait another time because he desperately needed Red in him. Red must have shared that opinion, cause he guided Sans back down as he started rocking his member into Sans’ folds, slicking himself up. The heat of their magic touching had Sans’ head thrown back as he let out a moan that would make him blush like a blueberry if he wasn’t so focused on how good he felt. Red’s dick twitched harder as heard that.

“fuck me, sweetheart. yer gonna make me jizz before i can properly fuck ya.” Red growled out, his grip going to Sans’ waist, pressing him harder down onto his dick, but stopping the movement. They were both panting hard. “an’ i don’ want dat. wanna enjoy ya looking so fucking good fer longer. cause ya look like a million G snack sansy~. i wanna enjoy ya completely.”

The more Red talked the hotter Sans got, trying to continue rocking into Red but his grip was like iron and Sans couldn’t budge an inch. A desperate whine left his teeth as he gripped Red’s hands, not pushing them away but showing just how desperate he was to continue.

“heh, want more sansy~?” Red asked, his smirk sharp and predatory. All Sans could do was nod desperately as his hips continued to twitch. “i’ll let ya ride me all ya want if ya promise me to dress up like this again.”

Sans’ sockets spread wide, blush intensifying, as he froze up. Red wanted what?

“come on, sansy. one tiny promise. just for me.” Red practically purred out, hips thrusting up and catching Sans by surprise, making the smaller monster’s breath hitch.

Sans could barely think. He wanted so badly to cum, but he wasn’t even close yet. Red knew how to rile him up until he was really desperate and this was turning into one of those times. But he hated giving promises… though maybe this one wouldn’t be that bad?

Red’s hands squeezed Sans’ hips a bit harder, making the smaller monster focus back on Red. Red’s expression softened as he looked up at his tiny mate. There was understanding in those eyelights, but also an unspoken promise that everything will be ok.

“p-promise.” Sans whispered out, keeping eye contact with Red.

The bigger monster smiled up at him and then, without warning, lifted him up and impaled him onto his member, hilting in one trust. Sans gasped out, phalanges digging into Red’s jacket and head thrown back, as he felt the burn of the stretch, his walls trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. It hurt but felt so good at the same time. He needed something inside him so bad and now that he was filled all he could see was stars.

Red groaned as he felt Sans’ pussy squeeze him, the entrance tight around him. Sans’ knees shook as he tried to get used to the sensation. He was used to Red’s girth, but usually Red stretched him a bit before hilting like that. The bigger monster knew it and waited, letting Sans adjust so he could start their play for real.

A few moments later, Sans started breathing again, and Red decided he waited long enough. Still grabbing Sans’ hips, he lifted him up and slammed him down again. Sans moaned out, tears starting to gather on his sockets. He wouldn’t be able to last long if Red continued to go this rough. And he was more than happy to let him.

Regretfully, Red stopped again as he bottomed out. Sans whined desperately, needing him to move. He rocked pathetically in place a bit, trying hard to get more friction but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“heh,” Red chuckled as he relaxed his hands around Sans’ hips, “yer gonna have ta work for it sansy. ya did say dis was a surprise fer me, right?”

Sans’ sockets snapped wide in shock. Red wanted him to work?! In this position?

He stared down at himself, seeing the outfit and how it displayed his chubby ecto perfectly. Socks pressing into his thighs, making them bulge a bit where the lace pressed into them. And he could see Red’s dick deep inside his ecto through the open space between the skirt and sweater. With the look Red was giving him, he could see it all too. And he was practically salivating over the view, smirk sharp and predatory as his eyelights roamed over Sans’ body. It made his body heat up with a need to move.

With a gulp, Sans nodded his head and slowly rose up, thighs shaking. They both let out a hiss at the renewed friction, Sans’ pussy clutching at Red’s member as if he tried to keep it in. Sans was only halfway up when his knees gave up and he fell down, hilting again. It made them both moan deeply. Sans from Red’s dick hitting deep, right into his sweet spot. Red from the squeeze Sans’ pussy gave when he fell. Taking a few calming breaths Sans rose up again and this time he managed to slide down without his knees giving in. A few more shaky ups and downs and he had a rhythm going, Red hands hovering under his tights, not helping to move him but staying there so he wouldn’t fall.

It felt incredible. Sans looked down at Red, watching for every change in expression as he moved. He could tell Red was looking at all of him, so he made sure to keep his hands pressed close to his chest, gripping the sleeves as he bounced on Red’s dick. One hand was pressed over his teeth as he tried to keep his voice quiet, trying to hear Red’s grunts and moans. It was really intoxifying.

Suddenly, Red growled and gripped harder onto his thighs, his claws ripping holes in the thin fabric.

“yer going too slow sweetheart.” He hissed out, a frustrated blush spreading over his cheeks and neck and his joints glowing harder. Sans could even feel Red’s dick twitch inside him.

With a vicious smirk, Red pulled Sans up, leaving only the tip of his cock in, then dropped him down, hard and fast. Sans cried out, breathing getting faster as tiny desperate moans left his teeth, his hand unable to stop them. Red continued, pace fast and getting faster as his dick twitched and Sans’ pussy spasmed. They were both getting close. Sans could feel the knot in his belly get tighter and tighter as his pussy was slammed into, and Red’s cock felt like it was leaking more and more inside him. Their combined fluids making an obscene sound every time Red slammed Sans down onto him.

Sans could feel his thighs slap onto Red’s pelvis every time he was brought down. That combined with Red’s phalanges and claws digging into his ecto flesh was guaranteed to leave bruises. He probably won’t be walking for a while. But he could barely think about all of that as the heat spread and the knot in his belly neared bursting.

“r-red!” He stammered out between Red slamming him down, trying to tell him he was close.

“i *huff* know, sweetheart.” Red growled out, breathing even harder than Sans was. “ya can cum sansy. come on. let go and cum for me like a good boy.”

Sans didn’t need more encouragement than that. With a loud scream, skull thrown back and both hands gripping onto the sweater, Sans came around Red’s dick, pulling it in deeper. Red grunted, pulled Sans up a few more times to drag out his climax and then bottomed out as deep as he could, letting go as well. Sans could feel thick warm cum filling him up, his pussy twitching and milking it. His ecto was starting to feel like it was expanding from everything and it felt like bliss.

When Red finally stopped coming, Sans slumped forward, big hands catching him and petting down his skull and back. Gently, he was lifted up off the member, making a lewd popping sound when it was pulled out, followed by the feeling of their combined fluids leaking out of his entrance. Sans shuddered a bit, feeling empty but satisfied.

Red pulled him up, laying him down on his chest as he continued petting over his back and belly, leaning down and leaving skeleton kisses on top of his skull. Sans snuggled into the broad firm chest as he felt sleep crawling over him, body feeling tired and satisfied.

“wanna clean up, sweetheart?” Red whispered between the kisses, unsure if Sans was still awake.

Sans just mumbled out a no, barely making any sense even to himself, but it only made Red chuckle and pull him tighter against himself as he covered them both with a blanket.

“‘kay sansy, after a nap.” Red chuckled and snuggled into Sans, hands resting over the exposed ecto under the blanket, making them both feel warm and content as they drifted off.

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And done! :D

Hope you all enjoyed! This really got away from me and ended up over 2.8k words @_@

The tree asks just combined so nicely and I couldn’t resist XD

I’ll be posting all of the writing for these on AO3 soon, just gotta figure out a good title.

[hajimewhore]

Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 2.1k words    ➷Humor, fluff, awkwardness, mild miild nsfw but not explicit, I will say I can only assume this kinda thing happens when you swap bodies lol    ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, ✈Part 3, Part 4

You initially dreaded the conversation with Hajime’s parents, wincing on the way through the door with a slight panic washing over you. But after a short and pleasant talk with them, you came to find the conversation flowed more naturally than you’d anticipated.

They’re not as doting to Hajime as they are to you, you note, but they’re friendly and pleasant and you feel as if you’re talking to your own family. Much like your own parents wanted a son, Hajime’s always wanted a daughter, so they often acted as your second set of parents. You feel a bit silly in retrospect, they’re as charming as ever with Hajime as they are with you.

They mostly inquire about Hajime’s day, and after a bit you excuse yourself to ‘study’, escaping to Hajime’s room. You’re beginning to feel positive about the next school day after the interaction, confidence boosted.

Who knew you would turn out to be such a good actress, better than you thought! Award winning, honestly. This whole body swap will be a cake walk. You can totally pull off being Hajime!

It seems you can definitely pull off the acting portion, but the sweat sticking to your clothes from your exhausting (emotionally and physically) practice is starting to make you consider the hygiene aspect of the swap. Which, has you feeling wildly uncomfortable.

This cosmic joke, shitty trope of a situation has you experiencing humiliation and embarrassment at levels you didn’t even realize were possible to achieve.

Normally after a grueling practice, you wouldn’t hesitate to hop straight into the shower and blast the hot water over your skin, feeling your muscles and aches soothed. But this isn’t your skin, or your muscles. You’re consistently reminded every hour, minute, and second, that it’s all Hajime. You should feel comforted that he’s definitely experiencing the same emotional crisis as you, but it only serves to heighten your distress.

Cheeks immediately heating at that, you recall the conversation with Hajime from earlier at the park.

“Just... let’s not think about it. And let’s definitely not talk about it. It’s a natural part of life.”

You know full well of the agreement you came to with red stained cheeks, but is there any way you could go without it? And drench yourself with Axe body spray? Or whatever it is guys like to use. You bet it would make a good repellent, no one would want to talk to you if you smelled like that.

You scrunch your nose, dashing the thought immediately, definitely not. Not only would it make you feel gross, Hajime would whack you first thing in the morning, and probably shove you in the shower himself.

‘No big deal, no big deal, it’s no big deal, you can do this!’

You find yourself chanting silent encouragements as you peel your shirt off, pitching it into a laundry basket. When you catch your reflection, a dark pink creeps across your features.

Yep, that’s still Hajime’s face, 

‘Gaaah, don’t look at me like that!’

You press your hands to your face, but you end up peaking through your fingers anyways. The low sweats definitely don’t help, and neither do Hajime’s well defined abs.

You’d been true to your word when you told Hajime you hadn’t seen anything, but now you’re a little desperate to know what the deal is downstairs.

You won’t look. You shouldn’t.  You don’t look. You definitely do not look.

You look,

pulling the sweats down, and shoving the briefs just past your thighs, you bite your lip at the revelation.

Okay.

Alright.

This is fine.

This is totally fine.

Hajime is just secretly packing.

WHAT THE FUCK?

You suppose it wasn’t necessarily a secret, it was always assumed of Hajime. You’ve also been privy to the third years’ cock talk at lunch, and he always did exude big dick energy, but damn Hajime.

Wait. Are you—

NOPE.

NOPE NOPE NOPE YOU ARE NOT DEALING WITH THIS RIGHT NOW.

You cover your face again, a recurring action today it seems, cheeks burning rampant and hotter than ever before. You feel a prickly hot and itchy feeling light a fire up your back to your neck, the heat of pure, unbridled, embarrassment coursing every vein.

Were you... getting a boner?

NOOOOOOO.

From being turned on by Hajime? While you are Hajime?

This is some paradoxical bullshit you are simply not having right now, not tonight, not tomorrow, and hopefully never again.

Despite the shame and humiliation beating down on your psyche, you risk a glance to see how much bigger he looks than before.

“Cold shower, yep. Cold shower helps, right?”

You immediately shove the briefs the rest of the way down, before hopping in the shower, starting it up at the coldest setting. Hopefully the freezing water will wash away not only your transgressions but also your mortification.

You squeak at the cold, bite your lip and shiver, tough it out, and will away the uncomfortable situation.

You sigh, hoping the morning will go smoother than the swell night you had, hopping down the steps of Hajime’s house.

You cross the street to meet up with him and Tooru, already seeing their figures across the road.

“Ha-Hey.”

You almost slip up with his name, but you make a clean save. Mentally patting yourself on the back, you glance to see Hajime’s bitter expression and—

Your jaw drops when you catch sight of... yourself. Your silent wish for a trouble-free morning is cast aside as you examine his appearance.

Hair unkempt, face completely bare, not even moisturizer or at least sunscreen to be seen, did he even try?

“Ha hey to you too, Iwa-chan.”

Tooru raises a brow at the odd introduction, clearly noting the slip up (and also the fact that Hajime usually settles for a short grunt and never a ‘Ha-hey’), but you can’t be bothered to entertain him right now with the current Hajime dilemma.

“Right, whatever,” you direct your attention to Hajime, “can I grab that thing I lent you yesterday?”

“What are you talking about? You’re being weird, Hajime.”

He warns you with a stern look, but you aren’t having it,

“I’m not, I know you have it, we can grab it right now. Tooru, you go ahead. I’ll see you later.”

You push Hajime back in the direction of your house, and Tooru frowns at his abrupt seclusion with zero explanation.

“Are you guys seriously ditching me?”

Tooru raises a brow, arms akimbo with a disgraced look.

“Yeah, we are, Shittykawa. Let’s go.”

You hate to diss Tooru without a solid reason, but it’s pretty on brand for Hajime, so you bite out the nickname with minor discomfort on your lips. You impatiently grab Hajime, before pulling him towards the steps of your house, Tooru’s complaints going unheard behind you.

“Hajime! You’re not wearing any make up! And my hair is a mess!”

You whine out, sitting him down at your vanity.

Hajime merely scowls,

“Seriously? That’s what this is about? Don’t scare me like that, I thought there was something wrong.”

He moves to stand, but you shove him back into the seat with a little more aggression than intended, you lowkey forgot how strong Hajime was.

And Hajime looks up at you with a incredulous expression, feeling a little scandalized, as a woman, that you would handle him like that.

“There IS something wrong though. I look awful! At least wear some foundation and mascara, that stuff is easy to apply!”

You pull out your make up box, flicking on the mirror light.

“I think you look fine this way,” he huffs, “you don’t need all that shit.”

A frown tugs at his lips, and you feel your heartbeat quicken at his earnest display. You bite back a wistful sigh, this is exactly the reason you’ve always been so drawn to Hajime. Rough around the edges, but there there’s no bullshit when it comes to him. He doesn’t disguise his intentions, doesn’t waste time saving face. He’s just genuine, unadulterated, Iwaizumi Hajime, what you see is exactly what you get, and you honestly wouldn’t have him any other way.

Setting aside your thoughts for another time to privately dwell on, you ignore the feeling. 

“Really? That’s nice of you to say. Keep going.”

You smile, pink dusting your cheeks. You hope your expression doesn’t look too soft as you continue to apply the makeup to his face.

“Fishing for compliments now? No way, Shitty-L/N.”

“Nooo! Don’t call me that!”

You pause mid powder to cry out in your indignation, to which he masterfully ignores fixating his gaze on something more interesting than your whining, like the window sill.

After a bit of complaining, back and forth bickering about how uncomfortable the make up feels, you continue with a light highlight and mascara. You stop once you’re satisfied with your work, not bothering to deal with any extras like eyeliner or eyeshadow.

“All this for what? It tickles, and you can’t even touch it.”

Hajime’s hand hovers over his cheek, careful not to smudge anything. You must’ve smacked his hand away too many times, it seems.

“You get used to it. Plus it can be fun to try different brands and colors, and the little confidence boost isn’t bad.”

“Not that you need it.”

Hajime sighs out, standing from the seat to stretch. You’re sure it’s meant to be an insult to the crude ego you (and Tooru) tend to display, but you sense an underlying meaning that winds up boosting your ego even more.

“Anyways, we’re all done! And with time to spare.”

You chrip, gleaming with pride at your work. Add that too the list of things you should be, actress, and make up artist (next to pro volleyball player of course).

Hajime glances to the mirror, “’looks nice, I guess,” he hums in very faint approval.

That’s as good as a compliment to you, so you’ll take it!

He shifts to make way for the door, hooking his school bag over his shoulder.

“And it was definitely easier to do it on you than myself. Hey, maybe when you learn how to put it on yourself, you can do it for me when we switch back?”

You hover around him eagerly, and he rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to not smack his own body.

“No way in hell. The most I’ll do while we’re switched is that eyelash shit and the foundation or whatever,” he pauses, averting his eyes, “and only because it makes you so happy for some damn reason.”

You grin, ecstatic with his unexpected compliance, pulling him into a hug,

“And that’s perfect, eyelash shit and foundation or whatever is good enough for me!”

“H-Hey! Knock it off!”

It feels weird, being so much taller and hugging your body, but it still feels right considering it’s Hajime despite it all.

He tentatively returns the embrace, albeit awkwardly with one arm.

“We’re gonna be late if we keep bullshitting. Let’s go!”

He gently pushes you off and hightails it out of your room, and you laugh trailing after his awkward stomps.

 “Also, wear your skirt higher!”

You call out behind him.

“What? No way in hell! This is the school standard, you always wear it too high!”

He spins around, uncomfortably smoothing out the skirt pleats as if the action could make it lengthier.

“I have nice legs, and I want to show it off!”

You growl, chasing Hajime down the stairs, grabbing onto the waistline of the skirt.

“That’s stupid and you know it. Just who are you trying to impress?! They shouldn’t like you for your legs!”

He holds a tight grip on the skirt and you scowl, prying Hajime’s hands away to yank up the garment.

“No one, it’s called fashion!”

You successfully tug the skirt higher, but a bit too much considering your panties are on full display.

You snort at the sight, “Hajime, you dog, are you wearing my strawberry panties?”

Hajime feels a sense of shame at the sudden breeze, mockery, and unfathomable humiliation.

“Knock it off, it’s just a school uniform idiot! And what the fuck else was I supposed to wear?!”

He tugs the skirt back down and you click your tongue, grabbing a fist full of the fabric to hike it back up. 

“What are you two doing, we’re gonna be late!”

Tooru swings the front door open with a huff, eyes locking onto the both of you. You freeze position, instantly dreading the conversation that’s sure to take place shortly, whereas the tall setter halts at the display before him.

His precious, dear, sweet, childhood best friend’s hands are grasping at his brutish, caveman, heathen of a best friend’s biceps.

Said precious bestie’s hands are trying to shove aforementioned despicable heathen’s grip from her skirt, cheeks bright red

“Uh, this... isn’t what it looks like?”

A/N: I had extra extra fun with this part hahahaa,, sorry for the cliffhanger but I had to do it to ya, next part soon!

taglist: @cybergovl​

Masterlist, Part 4

[hopelesshawks]

Physical Fatality Part 5- Proud

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings for minor manga spoilers, oral sex (giving and receiving), facefucking, dom/sub themes

Masterlist

“You need better concealer Katsuki, whatever brand you’re using now is shit,” you comment by way of greeting as you meet Bakugo in front of the agency for patrol.

“The fuck are you on about idiot?” Bakugo scowls. “I can still see the hickeys Red Riot left on your neck,” you grin as you begin walking. His face goes bright red as he catches up to you. “These aren’t-“ he begins but you cut him off rolling your eyes. “Don’t bother, we both know whatever lie you try to come up with won’t be a good one. May I suggest trying Fenty brand concealer out before you have your next rendezvous.” “Whatever, keep talking shit if you wanna keep living on Deku’s couch forever.” “What does your shitty job at covering up hickeys have to do with my technically being homeless?” “I might’ve found you a new place but the more you open your trap the less inclined I am to tell you about it.” “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you so much?” Bakugo rolls his eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t fall out or get stuck. “Look Kirishima’s got a friend who went to high school with us, Mina Ashido. If you paid any attention to the charts you might recognize her as the acid hero Pinky,” he explains. “Ohh I know her! I follow her on Insta,” you say. “I… y’know what? Sure. Great. Well, her roommate is moving out and Kiri says she’s looking for a new one.” “Aww, so he’s Kiri now?” “I swear to god (y/n) do you want the room or not?” “Right! Yes, I totally want the room! Thanks so much Katsuki!” you beam at him. “You’re lucky I find you entertaining dumbass. Here’s Mina’s number,” he sighs as he pulls out his phone and texts over her contact details. “Seriously though, I owe you one. I’ll give her a call later today,” you tell him. “Whatever, let’s just get on with patrol,” Bakugo scoffs. You know he appreciates your thanks anyway.

You love patrolling with Bakugo because the two of you are equally competitive. Sure, on bigger takedowns you both know how to reign it in and focus, but on days like today where all you get is a small time robbery or two both of you let yourselves go a little bit. It’s all about who can round up the most villains in the least amount of time. These competitions were a large part in why you earned Bakugo’s respect and had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship, not that he would ever call it that. Your favorite tradition of you and Bakugo’s patrols, however, was the race back. Once you guys neared the end of your route, you would pause, do a short countdown and then you were off. First one back to the agency wins, the only rule was that you couldn’t do anything that could draw a bad headline i.e. destroying property or getting civilians caught in the crossfire. It was such a staple of the two of you’s patrol that many people had come to know them and you’d get the occasional group of spectators to watch you and the explosive blonde racing. The current record is 112-113 in Bakugo’s favor but you’re determined to fix that now. The two of you finally reach your usual starting point and both of you get a grin of anticipation. “Ready to watch me widen that lead?” Bakugo asks. “No way in hell, I’m tying it back up,” you fire back. You both look at each other and together countdown

3…

2…

1…

Go!

You’re both sprinting forward careful to avoid any pedestrians. You see a clear path starting to open up ahead of Bakugo and quickly scan for an obstacle you can throw in his way last minute. Your eyes land on a mailbox so you reach out with your quirk and then wait to time it until just before he’s about to blast himself forward. Right as he’s surging forward, the finish line in sight and his hands sparking, you jerk the mailbox in front of him so he barrels directly into it. You give him a wink before sprinting the last bit inside, using your quirk to shove the doors open and slide into home as he is just getting back up off the ground. He runs inside shortly after you and you crow out your victory. “Eat shit, Katsuki! It’s 113 all now,” you laugh out of breath, panting as you bend over with your hands on your knees. “Can’t believe you hit me with a fucking mailbox,” he huffs back. “It’s not destruction of property so it’s valid,” you point out. You stand back up straight, chest still heaving with exertion and sweaty from the run only to look towards the elevators and see Hawks staring at you. You belatedly realize that Shoto is with him and also giving you a curious look and it only occurs to you then what an odd picture you and Bakugo must’ve made rushing into the agency like that. “We, uh, we race,” you pant out by way of explanation as you and Bakugo finally start to catch your breath and make your way towards the elevators.

As the four of you get into the elevator Bakugo asks “What brings you guys here?” “Apparently All Might and Father want us to get started on the investigation into the attempted terror attack at the gala last week. We finally got access to security camera footage, personnel interviews, stuff like that, so we should be able to make at least a little head way. Tokoyami and Midoriya are already upstairs getting started,” Shoto explains. Hawks is still fucking staring at you and you can’t figure out why but it’s borderline making you sweat again. Since that night in Shoto’s basement Hawks had been doing his best to woo you. He had sent not-so-anonymous notes and flowers to your desk signed off only as “From your mystery man” to avoid the potential scandal of you having a fling from the enemy agency. Even still you could tell that the lower ranking heroes were starting to whisper and wonder about who your new suitor is.

As the elevator reaches your floor and everyone steps out you’re keenly aware that you need to change back into your civilian clothes if you’re about to comb through security data and interviews for hours. “I’m gonna take a shower then I’ll join you guys,” you explain, jerking a finger towards the women’s locker room, before using your quirk to grab a duffel bag from your desk. “We’ll fill you in on anything we find,” Bakugo assures you and you nod before heading to the locker room. Once you’ve disappeared into the locker room Bakugo turns to Hawks and asks “Well? Aren’t you going to go after her?” “What?” Hawks asks as he’s finally snapped out of the trance you’d put him in from the moment he’d seen you sweaty and laughing, looking impossibly sexy in your hero costume. Shoto rolls his eyes. “You weren’t subtle. Something tells me you’d be too distracted to help right now anyway,” Shoto adds in.

Hawks tries not to look too eager as he follows after you but fails. He rushes to the locker room and locks the door behind him. It seems as if the top floor is pretty much reserved to you, Bakugo, and Midoriya but better safe than sorry. You’re already in the shower by the time Hawks arrives, the hot water rinsing away the sweat you’d worked up on patrol and any muscle aches that had been threatening to make an appearance. You hear footsteps approaching and immediately have a pretty good guess for who it is. “So that’s what all the staring was about,” you tease as you turn around to find Hawks leaning against the boundary between the showers and the drier part of the room where the actual lockers are. “How else did you expect me to react when you were looking so hot all sweaty and with that bright, beautiful smile of yours?” Hawks flirts. “Do you have an off button or?” you ask. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? We are a little pressed for time you know,” Hawks replies by way of an answer. You pretend to think for a moment but the reality is you knew and were hoping for this exact outcome the moment you heard the door open again. “Well, hurry up and get in here then,” you tell him. He’s all too eager to oblige.

He quickly strips out of his hero costume before coming to join you under the shower’s warm spray. He’s already half hard, and getting harder by the moment, as he presses you close to him and draws you in for a kiss. It’s slow and needy and addicting because he kisses you like you’re something precious. His hands slowly skate up your rib cage before moving to massage your breasts. You’re about to wrap a hand around his now achingly hard dick but before you can he’s pulling away from your kiss and giving you a devilish look. You’re about to ask why when suddenly he’s sinking to his knees in front of you and you wonder if there’s ever been a hotter sight. “Spread those legs for me Artemis.” There’s something about the way he says your hero name that makes it sound like absolute sin. So you do as told and spread your legs as his hands find their home at your waist but he doesn’t go straight to the main attraction. No, first he leaves open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. So close to what you truly want but not quite. “What happened to being short on time?” you groan, desperate to have his mouth on you. He chuckles and you can feel his breath ghost against your sex. The feeling makes you shudder. “So impatient little dove,” he smirks but regardless he finally licks along the folds of your labia. You have to grab the wall for balance as his tongue begins to circle your clit before he pulls the nub into his mouth to gently suck on it. “Oh god,” you cry out as one hand instinctively goes to tangle in his hair and you can feel him smirk against you, the cocky bastard, but can’t find it in you to really care when his tongue is now sliding inside you. He eats you out like it’s his job and Christ does he deserve a promotion. He slides one hand down from your waist to provide extra stimulation to your sensitive clit and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge with a cry of his name. His real name.

He stands with a self-satisfied look on his face as you reel him in for a kiss. “Job well done I take it?” he asks. “Very well done. I think I ought to return the favor,” you reply and now it’s Hawks’ turn to watch in wonder as you sink to your knees in front of him. He curses above you just at the sight alone but then you’re taking him into your mouth and he already knows this isn’t going to last long. You take him in slowly, inch by aching inch, until you can feel the head of his cock kiss the back of your throat and the moan he makes as you hollow out your cheeks is music to your ears. You pull back enough so he sits more comfortably in your mouth and use your hand to work the remaining length as you begin to bob your head up and down along his shaft. You feel his hand tangle into your hair and hold on for dear life and he’s trying so hard to resist the urge to move his hips. You pull off and smirk up at him and he almost whines at the loss. “You’re being so good trying not to fuck into my mouth Keigo,” you say and while he wants to be indignant about the tone you’re using there’s no denying it makes his dick twitch. “So good I think you’ve earned a reward,” you continue and god Keigo just knows you’re going to be the death of him at this rate. “You want to fuck my face Kei?” you ask and it’s a miracle he doesn’t explode right there. “Fuck (y/n), yes. God, yes,” he pants out. “Then do it, I give you permission,” you grin before taking him back in. You don’t have to tell him twice. He fucks into the wet heat of your mouth like his life depends on it, tightly gripping your hair to hold you in place as he chases his orgasm. He tugs on your hair in warning that he’s close, so close. You tighten your grip on his hips to let him know it’s ok. Soon after his hips stutter as he begins spilling his seed down your throat with a groan. You take it all, swallowing every drop until he’s finally spent.

As you stand back up Keigo immediately pulls you in for a bruising kiss, still able to taste himself on your tongue, and it’s so possessive and demanding that in any other situation you may have gone another round. But you both have already been gone from the meeting too long so instead he pulls away and practically growls, “I’ll get you back for that mouth of yours later.” “Promise?” you tease. “Tonight. I’ll take you somewhere proper with no reporters,” he tells you before pressing a quick but rough kiss to your lips and then exiting the shower to go dry off and get redressed. Fuck, he’s going to be the death of you. You take another few moments in the shower before you step out to get dressed as well and find Hawks has already left the locker room, presumably to join the others in the meeting. After putting back on your civilian clothes you exit the locker room and head over to the conference room designated for the task force. Bakugo gives you a smirk as you walk in and you flip him off in return. Finally you take your seat and tune into the conversation, fully shifting into work mode.

By the end of the meeting you’ve managed to rule out the league of villains and most of the remaining yakuza groups out there but haven’t got much else. “There’s some similarities with a case I’ve been looking into from a month or so back. It was kicked lower down the food chain but I still have notes and I can probably get the files I’ll just have to swing back by Endeavor’s,” Hawks sighs. “Let’s deal with those tomorrow morning. Meet back here same time?” Midoriya asks. Everyone nods their agreement before rising to leave the conference room. “I should probably still grab those files tonight,” Hawks admits as you all walk out. “That’s cool, I’ll just roll with. No worries,” you shrug. “You’re the best you know that?” he grins. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing. Let me grab my shit real quick and then we can head out,” you tell him before running off to do just that. Shortly afterward Tokoyami walks up to Hawks. “I’m proud of you, Hawks,” he says and Hawks gives him an odd look. “What’re you talking about?” Hawks asks. “I was worried you’d freak out when you found out she worked for All Might. You know how Endeavor gets, still buying into the whole dumb feud thing. I’m glad you didn’t let that stop you though,” Tokoyami explains. “I mean yea Endeavor’s no fan of the guy, but he wouldn’t actually care about me seeing someone from All Might’s agency... right?” Hawks replies. Tokoyami’s eyes widen briefly but he coughs to cover up his reaction. “No, no, yea you’re probably right. Anyway, she’s good for you I feel like. I’m glad you two found each other,” Tokoyami finally says. Before Hawks can press any further you reappear in front of him and ask “Ready to go?” “Yea, I’m ready,” he says, throwing one last look at Tokoyami before shaking it off and following you back to the elevator.

Hawks is sort of quiet on the way over to Endeavor’s agency but you figure he must be thinking over the case still. It’s late so when you arrive at the office building the lobby is all but deserted except for one woman standing off to the side looking uncomfortable and lost. She’s older with thick hair and looks to have had a rough go of life if you had to guess. You notice her before Hawks does so you walk over to see if she’s ok. After all if she’s hanging out in the lobby of a hero agency this late at night she must be in trouble right? “Excuse me ma’am are you ok?” you ask the woman gently. She turns to you and the look in her eyes is almost distant. “I’m looking for my son,” she says mildly. You’re about to ask for more information on her son, like a physical description or where she’d lost him, when suddenly Hawks is right behind you. “What are you doing here?” he asks and his voice is cold in a way you’ve never heard before. You’re about to chastise him but stop short. You look from his face back to the woman’s. It can’t be. Can it? “Is that anyway to talk to your mother?” the woman asks and you have to resist the temptation to gasp audibly. Hawks grits his teeth, looking frustrated and you can’t help but let your eyes wander to the agency doors that any number of heroes could walk through at any second. You’re not sure Hawks would appreciate you showing him any kind of physical affection in front of his mom so you instead reach out with your quirk, giving his wrist a quick, hopefully reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t we take this upstairs, yeah? Hawks you can get that file you need and you two can talk with a little more privacy,” you suggest. The woman gives you an almost detached look but nods and Hawks sighs “yea sure,” before turning to go up the elevator.

The top floor is blissfully empty. You wish you could appreciate being in Endeavor’s agency a bit more but you’re more concerned for Keigo and the woman who is apparently his mother. She goes to take a seat at one of the desks and sits there quietly. “I’m sorry. I promised you a proper night out,” Keigo sighs and it breaks your heart a little seeing him like this. “It’s ok Kei, we can take a rain check,” you promise giving him a small smile before turning to leave and give him privacy. “Wait,” he says suddenly as he lurches forward to grab hold of your wrist. You turn back to look at him and find desperation so clear in his golden eyes.

“Stay?”

“Of course.”

He gives a relieved sigh before steeling himself and turning back to face his mother. “What do you need?” he asks, and the simple act of asking seems to be draining for him. “The commission money is running out. I didn’t know how to contact you so I waited until everyone had gone and came here. I figure being number two and all you could help me out?” she asks. “How much?” “Just enough to last me until I get a job.” “You’re not even looking for a job.” “I am.” “Stop lying.” “Fine then I just need enough to pay for food for awhile. You and the HPSC got me in that big, fancy house, the food is all I really need.” Hawks somehow doubts that’s true. “Fine, I’ll deposit some money into your account. Here’s my number too. Just call next time,” he tells her as one of his feathers unearths a business card from his desk and puts it on the desk she’s sitting at. For a moment she stares at the little card as if unable to register what it is, but eventually she does take it off the desk hesitantly, as if afraid it may disappear. “Thank you. Goodbye Keigo,” she says before standing and heading to the elevator. She’s about to walk out when she suddenly stops. “I am proud of you by the way,” she confesses but before Keigo can respond she steps into the elevator and then she’s gone. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” Keigo sighs. “Don’t apologize,” you assure him. “I ruined our evening. I think that warrants an apology,” he scoffs and you hate the self deprecating undertone you can hear in it. “Tell you what, why don’t you grab that file we need and then I’ll take you some place,” you offer. He gives you an odd look but nods all the same. You try to convince yourself this isn’t a horrible idea.

A cemetery. The place you had taken him was a cemetery. Hawks isn’t sure what to think but he can tell this isn’t necessarily easy for you as you lead him through the tombstones. You finally stop at a marker and sit down in front of it. Hawks joins you, eyes scanning your face before finally drifting to the tombstone. He freezes when he recognizes your last name at the top. There’s one name engraved below that, a woman’s, and Keigo finally puts the pieces together. “My dad was a big gambler,” you start to explain, “but he wasn’t very good at it. He was constantly betting big and losing it all. My mom would work long hours all day every day just trying to get food on the table and he would blow it all in a night or two. It wasn’t sustainable, obviously, so he started getting into shady shit to make up the extra funds. I guess eventually he screwed over the wrong person, they came to the house to settle the score so to speak but he was gone so my mom paid the price for him. I was on my way home from school at the time so, um, I ended up being the one to find her.” Keigo reaches over to gently take your hand but doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. “My dad was arrested about a year or so after my debut as a hero, just when I was starting to gain momentum at All Might’s. The press ate that shit up, it was all over the news. I think that’s why they’re so hard on me now. They’re just waiting for me to prove I’m no better than the situation I grew up in,” you finish. “Maybe your dad and mine are sharing a cell,” Keigo offers and it’s far more than you ever expected from him. “That’s why your real name is a secret.” Keigo nods. “It was a deal my mother struck with the HPSC. She gave them me, they gave her a fuck ton of money and both of us a fresh start. The Takami name was wiped from both our records,” he explains. “How old were you?” “Six or seven.” “That’s hard.” “Yea.” The two of you briefly lapse back into silence before you finally clear your throat, forcing back any tears that were threatening to fall. “Anyway, I didn’t bring you here to tell you how shit my dad was. I, um, like to come here sometimes to talk to her. I figured it was only fair that you meet my mom since I met yours,” you explain, “if you’re comfortable with it, that is.” “I’d love to meet your mom,” Keigo says, giving your hand a tight squeeze. You respond with a watery smile before turning back to the tombstone. “Hey Mom. I know it’s been a minute since my last visit, work has been kinda crazy. Midoriya and Bakugo are doing well! I think Midoriya is going to propose soon and Bakugo finally got his act together with Kirishima. That’s Red Riot’s real name. I don’t remember if I told you that last time. Anyway, there’s someone here I want you to meet,” you say before turning expectantly to Keigo. “Hey Mrs. (y/l/n), it’s really great to meet you. I’m Keigo, your daughter’s new friend,” he introduces himself and it warms your heart to hear him do it with his real name and not his hero one. “You raised a pretty amazing woman ma’am. I hope you’re proud of her,” he finishes.

The two of you stay at the gravestone trading stories with each other and to your mom late into the night. There’s something freeing about it and when the two of you finally do take your leave, one thought sticks out to you amongst the rest: Against all odds, you’re in love with Keigo Takami.

Author’s Note: THIS CHAPTER WOW. First of all I really be hurtin my own damn feelings 🥲 but also as y’all can tell I very much was inspired by the backstory we got from the latest manga chapter. I’m sure the FBI agent monitoring me was very confused why I was googling what Japanese cemeteries look like but here we are. This is one of very few parts in this series that isn’t directly linked to a song off the album so it was a little harder to write but we finally got there

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Fic: A Little Loss of Innocence (John Wick x Reader)

Summary: After your encounter with Mr. Wick during Daisy’s birthday, you can’t stop thinking about him and decide to pay him a visit. Part 1: Brooklyn Baby | Part 3: Insatiable Craving | Part 4: Make it Hurt | Part 5: Play with Fire |

Wordcount: 3200

Warnings: age gap; smut (Dom!John; edging; dirty talk; bodily fluids)

You shouldn’t be here, and you knew. What happened during Daisy’s birthday was all kinds of wrong and haunted your dreams, but unfortunately not in a bad way. You had been thinking of Mr. Wick all the time, remembering the feel of his hands on your body, the taste of his lips on yours. No other man had ever made you feel like that and fine, it wasn’t like you had much experience to compare to, but it felt distinctively different.

For one, you had never come that fast or so hard in your life. The way Mr. Wick seemed to know exactly what to do and where to touch was just… no other man, well, no, no other boy you had ever been with had managed to elicit that strong of a reaction from you. And part of you knew it was the forbidden aspect that made things even hotter, but his experience also made all the difference.

And in the end, that was why you were here, two weeks later, after fighting this feeling, trying to forget the entire thing in the arms of guys your age, but ending up even more frustrated. They weren’t enough anymore. Neither was your hand. You needed him.

Mr. Wick looked startled when he opened his door and found you out there, giving him a small, timid smile. You were half afraid that he would tell you to leave, but instead, he took a step to the side letting you walk in.

“I brought the books I told you about,” you said showing the three volumes of battered hardcovers that belonged to your grandfather.

Mr. Wick nodded, combing his hands over his dark hair, pushing it away from his eyes, before leading the way to the basement. You could see the tension in his shoulders as they stretched the plain white shirt, but you didn’t know if it was the same as you felt.

Your breath caught in your throat at each step you took towards his home office. The memories etched in your brain coming alive the closer you came to that place. You could almost see the ghost of yourself on his desk, spread open for his view, and a shot of shame mixed with lust ran through your body, making heat rise to your cheeks and wetness collect in between your legs.

Mr. Wick took a seat at his table, gesturing you to bring the books as he lit the table lamp. You set the books in front of him and stood to the side, watching him work as he examined the frayed binding with gentle touches.

Your gaze remained in his fingers, long and thick and calloused. The same ones that brought you to heaven in that very place and your entire body seemed to boil. Part of it was the sight before you, sure, but most was the scent flooding your nose.

Mr. Wick smelled of leather and metal and something sharp and acrid that you couldn’t name, but it set your heart racing and you wanted to bury your nose in his neck and breath in deep.

“They’re in bad shape, but I can fix it,” he said, turning around in his chair to look at you and sitting like this you towered over him just slightly.

You took a moment to look at him, the stocky legs spread on each side of the chair, the volume in his crotch, and the large, solid torso in perfect equilibrium with the broad shoulders, much unlike the gym rats that filled the halls of your college. Somehow, just by looking you knew Mr. Wick was strong not because he lifted weights, but because he used those muscles and the thought was highly arousing.

You sensed that if Mr. Wick ever caught you, locked your hands and legs, you would have no escape. You would be completely at his mercy and you had no idea why that was so hot. Why the mere thought of Mr. Wick owning you completely was enough to speed your heart and breath, making your body burn and your pussy ache.

He must have seen the desire in your eyes because, he swallowed hard and looked away from you, rubbing his hands over his thighs covered by the soft, worn fabric of his grey sweaters, making your gaze linger on the bulge of his crotch and you were pretty sure it was a little bigger than moments ago.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, let your sane part win, you moved closer, climbing on his lap and Mr. Wick’s eyes widen slightly, but he adjusted his legs, giving your space to kneel so you didn’t think he minded.

“We shouldn’t,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on your lips. “What we did, it was…”

“I know,” you sighed, running your fingers over his jaw. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. About that night. I uh, I…”

“You’ve been touching yourself?” he offered, and you nodded, trying to shove down the shame. “It’s alright. I have been doing the same.”

“Yeah?” you smiled in excitement, glad to know he was thinking about you too. “Did you jerk off after Daisy dragged me away?”

Mr. Wick winced slightly at the mention of his daughter’s name and you made note of not bringing her up again if you wanted this to move forward.

“Yes,” he breathed out, bringing his lips so close to yours you could smell the coffee and nicotine in his breath. “I licked my fingers clean of you and came all over my hand like a fucking teen.” You didn’t know why that was so hot, but you whimpered slightly, rocking on his lap, feeling his erection growing under you. “But what I really wanted was to be buried inside you.”

His hands tightened on your thighs and he finally kissed you, hard and demanding, owning your mouth much like he had owned your body the other day, making pleasure and arousal run hot through your veins, lighting up your center. You never wanted to be fucked as much as you wanted today.

“Mr. Wick, please. I want it. I need you deep inside me,” you begged against his mouth, rolling your hips, seeking more of the friction that was kindling your pleasure.

He pushed you out of his lap and you almost protested, but his hands were on your waistband, undoing your jeans and while he worked on that, you pulled your sweater over your head. In seconds you were standing in front of him in only your underwear and as his dark, hungry eyes raked over you, a strange shyness overtook you. You crossed your arms over your chest, heat rising on your neck and face from embarrassment.

A man like Mr. Wick must have seen so many women in his years, more beautiful, sexier than you with your plain, pale pink underwear, completely unappealing.

“Don’t cover yourself, darling,” he asked, tugging your forward again until his breath ghosted against your skin, making you shiver. “I want to see every inch of you.”

His kisses started soft, from behind your ear, down your neck and collarbones and finally the top of your breasts. They were wet, with just a hint of tongue and it drove you crazy. Especially when you weren’t expecting and Mr. Wick scrapped his teeth over your skin, making you jolt and giggle.

He reached behind you, undoing your bra and exposing your breasts completely, catching a nipple in his mouth and sucking it until it was completely hard and you were moaning and clenching your legs, desperate to release some of the pressure building between your thighs.

Mr. Wick did the same with the other, lavishing it with the same attention and at the same slow pace so you decided to take things in your hands. Before your fingers could touch the soaked fabric covering your cunt, he caught your wrist, making you stop.

“Patience, darling,” he whispered, mouth hovering over your wet and hardened nipple. “This isn’t going to be some quick tumble you get from those college boys. I’m gonna take my time and fuck you properly, so tell me if you can’t keep your hands to yourself. I can always tie them.”

You didn’t even recognize the sound that escaped your lips. It was so needy and pitiful, but so was the burning desire in your core, flooding your veins with want. Mr. Wick’s words uncovering something you didn’t even know you wanted.

“No,” you whined, meeting his gaze. “I’ll be good, sir.”

“Yes, you will,” he smiled at you, cupping your cheek gently and your heart leaped. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded eagerly, the words foreign and yet so natural.

“And good girls get rewarded,” Mr. Wick declared, hooking his fingers on the elastic of your panties and pulling them down, exposing your slick cunt to the cool air and making your shudder. “Bad girls get punished and I don’t think you want to be on my bad side.”

Why his threat was so arousing you didn’t know, but it made your cunt pulse and throb, especially with the way his fingers massaged and spread your juices, eliciting little sparks of desire in your core before he pushed two fingers inside and you whimpered.

“So, fucking tight, darling,” Mr. Wick smirked at you, his other hand shoving his sweatpants down only enough to expose his large, thick cock and you gulped, part in want, part in fear. He was huge and you knew it was going to hurt.

“Don’t worry,” he stood, pulling his fingers away and bringing to his mouth, before guiding you to bend over his desk. “I’ll go slow.”

“Thank you, sir,” you braced yourself, fingers digging on the edge of his desk as Mr. Wick pushed your legs open to fix your height, and soon you felt his tip rubbing against your folds, teasing you until you were whimpering again.

“You want it?” he asked, rumbling voice against your ear and you nodded, licking your dry lips.

At the first push of his cock against your slit, you tensed, fear making you contract your walls, but Mr. Wick just waited, rubbing soothing circles on your spine and you managed to relax, let him push in another inch. Now you could feel the stretch beginning, not completely unpleasantly and with the way he kept kissing and mouthing at your spine, it was easy to be distracted from the discomfort.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, pushing in a little more and you could feel everything, his shape, his thickness, his veins, and ridges and it was amazing. You tried to push back against him, get more of his cock inside you, but Mr. Wick held you still. “Patience, darling.”

“Fuck me, sir,” you pleaded. “I’m ready.”

“No, you’re not,” he chuckled against the damp skin of your back, before he moved in another inch, keeping his pace slow. “You couldn’t handle it. But you will. I’ll teach you to take me in one go. Do you want that?”

“Yes, sir, I do,” there it was again, the eagerness in your voice. “Please.”

It felt like it took forever, and you had never been on the edge for so fucking long, but finally, Mr. Wick sheathed his cock all the way in until he bottomed out. You were so full and so wet, your thighs slick with your arousal, your knuckles white from gripping on the table so tight, keeping yourself from rocking back.

“Good girl,” Mr. Wick praised you, licking up your spine and making you shudder. “You’re taking me so fucking well. I can feel your cunt squeezing me, God! You feel good.”

“Please, sir, will you fuck me now?”

“Eager little girl,” he chuckled, one arm coming around your waist to hold you close as he moved backward and sat down with you on his lap. The mewl that slipped past your lips made him chuckle again. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson in patience.”

Mr. Wick pushed your ponytail aside, kissing and nipping at your nape and neck, one of his large hands keeping your grounded on his lap, legs spread, while the other toyed with your clit making you sob, the pleasure almost unbearable.

All you wanted was for him to fucking move, give you some friction to bring you to your peak but every time you thought Mr. Wick would finally let you come, he slowed down, letting his hand trail upwards to your stomach and breasts. Tears of frustration gathered in your eyes and you felt like crying.

“Please, please, please, please…” you begged so desperately you didn’t even recognize your voice, and once again Mr. Wick chuckled against your skin. “Sir, please…”

“Why?” he asked. “Why should I let you cum?”

“Because I’ve been good.”

“Were you, now?” he sucked on the skin of your neck, high enough that it would be impossible to hide the mark with your clothes and maybe that was his intention. “Did you ask what I wanted, huh? Don’t good girls ask what their sires want?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered softly and why did his words make you feel like you kicked a puppy? “I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

“You’re right, you didn’t, darling,” he kissed your jaw softly. “Now you do.”

“What do you want, sir? How do you want me?”

“Such a fast learner,” Mr. Wick praised with a flick to your clit, making you moan again. “I want you just like this, spread open for me, like a good little girl and I want to hear you. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” you sighed, and he rewarded you with a little roll of his hips, sparking the tendrils of pleasure in your core.

Mr. Wick’s pace was slow as he rocked his hips against yours. It was all about friction and not power and it was maddening, you teetered the edge as he kept rubbing your clit but it wasn’t quite enough to make you come, just cry and sob, the tears burning your cheeks.

“I think my girl suffered enough,” he whispered, once again kissing your jaw. “I think it’s time to give what you want.”

He took hold of your waist guiding you to lift your hips until his cock nearly slipped from your cunt before he brought you down again and it never felt this fucking good to ride someone. You held onto the desk for leverage and started bouncing on his shaft. Mr. Wick still guided the rhythm, but you were doing all the work, making the pleasure gather and tighten in your center as you chased your high, his fingers working steadily on your clit to aid you in your search.

“Please, sir, can I cum?” You didn’t know exactly what made you ask him, but it felt right to do it.

“Yes, darling, you can cum.”

The waves of pleasure that washed over you were intense and nearly swallowed you. You had never come this hard. Your vision never whited out like this. A scream never tore from your throat in such way. It was magnificent and perfect and deep down you knew you would never feel anything remotely similar with anyone else.

You rested against Mr. Wick's chest for a moment, gulping desperate breaths like you had just broken through the surface of the water after being submerged for too long. Your body felt so weightless and weak, like your muscles couldn’t respond to your commands even if you wanted them too.

Your mind felt scattered and your nerves hypersensitive, so all you could really focus on was the soft kisses and the tickle of his beard against your skin, pulling you back to the here and now, centering you back onto the throbbing and twitching cock inside you.

“Are you back with me, darling?”

“Yes, sir,” you sighed deeply turning your upper body so you could look at him. Mr. Wick had a soft, proud smile in his lips and it made you smile too. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, darling,” he kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “Now it’s my turn.”

“How do you want me, sir?”

“On the table, legs on my shoulders. I want to see my cock coming in and out of that cunt.”

You got up from his lap, your knees feeling a bit like Jell-O, the ache in your core delicious as you hopped on the desk and laid back, legs spread.

“Like this, sir?”

“Yes, darling,” Mr. Wick grinned, standing up and bringing your legs up to his shoulders. “Exactly like that.”

You moaned when he pushed back inside again, lifting yourself on your elbows so you could see his cock disappearing inside you as he buried himself to the hilt again. This time, it wasn’t slow. It was so hard and fast the table shook beneath you, while Mr. Wick grunted and cursed above you.

Cries fell from your lips each time he hit your cervix, making you clench around him tighter which only made him thrust harder and faster, his gaze never leaving your cunt or the way it stretched to welcome him.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he smirked at you, taking your hand and guiding it to your thighs, to keep yourself spread for his watchful eyes while he sucked on his thumb and swirled your clit again. “You’re gonna cum for me again. I wanna feel you milking my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” you keened in desperation, the rush of pleasure coming much faster now as he pounded into you so hard you knew you would feel him for days.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Are you close, darling?”

“Yes, sir. So close.”

He pressed harder on your clit, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated, but you didn’t even care because the rush overtook you again and this time you shouted his name, your body shaking and shuddering, your walls spasming around him.

“Fuck yes! That’s perfect,” he grunted, slamming into you so hard he pushed the table forward and you could feel every inch of him and the way he swelled and pulsed as him hot seed spilled inside you.

Mr. Wick pulled back out, hands over yours to keep your legs spread. He grinned and watched your cunt pulsing with the last remains of your orgasm, his cum trickling down out of you and you felt filthy but strangely, being like this under his gaze was arousing.

“So, so beautiful, my darling.” Mr. Wick pressed a kiss on the top of your mound and let go of your legs, letting you rest them back on the table, before leaning over and kissing your lips.

“You come when I call. No excuses,” he commanded, staring deep into your eyes. “No one else touches you. Not even yourself. This cunt is mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Daisy can never know.”

“She won’t,” you raised yourself from the table, arms coming around his neck. “I promise.”

‘Good girl,” Mr. Wick smiled at you, pecking your lips. “Now come on, let’s get you clean up.”

xxx

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Imagine Pacho Sends You as a Gift to (Spy on) Amado 2/3

This is getting out of hand again, smh. (Not really) Warning: everyone loves Pacho. Un-betaed, I’ll post the entire thing on AO3 later. For now, you can find part 1 here.

Amado is occupied with all sorts of business affairs after you land in DF, leaving you to his younger brother Vicente. You quickly learn Vicente is in charge of security of all cartel business, that's something, you assume.

When asked why you don't go to Juárez directly, Vicente tells you Amado has several meetings with some important figures in DF. You have to figure out a way to infiltrate the plaza to learn more about Amado, staying at a luxury apartment owned by the narcos won't get you anything useful.

"She's crazy!" Vicente's whining when Amado finally shows up late that night, "She woke up at 5 in the morning for a fucking jog and dragged my ass to a wet market before it even opened. And that's not the end of it, she bought so much fish and my car still smells like a stinky fish tank right now."

Vicente is a bit exaggerating but you do have a fruitful trip to the local market. 

"Yet you finished everything she cooked." Amado points at the empty plates on the dining table, not annoyed at all.

"Do you have some leftovers?" The tall Mexican turns to you. Vicente interrupts, "No, we ate all salmon sashimi because Ryoko said salmon has to be served as fresh as possible, and I ate all wasabi. Oh man, that shit is hotter than serrano peppers. But don't worry, we have a lot of more fish in the jacuzzi." Right, it comes handy to have more than one bathtub in the luxury apartment.

Finally Amado sends away his bratty little brother. Then it's just the two of you. 

"I've got something for you." You remember to smile, which seems to work fine as Amado approaches. "All done?" He asks, you haven't figured it out what he's asking about, the dishes? Yes. Then the Mexican lowers your ponytail, running his fingers through your hair. 

"You don't wanna hair in your grilled pacific saury." You joke, bringing him another set of hot meal you specifically make for him.

"Tell me more about it." Amado takes a large bite, looking satisfied and more relaxed.

You two are chatting over some mezcal and a plate of edamame afterwards. Amado asks about your day, and trades some anecdotes about Vicente when you tentatively ask about his. The fucker is smart and vigilant. 

"I have to tell you something," Okay, you get his full attention, "The bluefin tuna you ate three days ago wasn't served in the best condition. Pacho wanted a show, everything grand and pretty, so I had to cut the red part of the fish and make a bright-colored akami plate right away. It's meaty and chewy, which should have been aged for three days in the fridge to allow the texture to soften and release more flavor," You opens the fridge, showing Amado several chunks of tuna you already cut out, "You can have friends over in three days, I bought enough for a full table."

"What about the pink ones?" He seems genuinely interested. You continue to explain that different parts of tuna offer variable tastes from super fatty pink otoro around the head and collar to chutoro, mixture of fat and meat from the back and belly.

To your surprise, Amado asks for a slice of the fat part, "You said it's the most expensive one. I shouldn't waste your hard-earned money, right?" Both of you laugh.

You take a really fat cut. When you're looking for a plate and the soy sauce, Amado just eats it from your hand. Your fingers are freezing from the tuna and when he swallows them with the slice, the hot and soft sensation around fucking turns you on like nothing else. The sashimi-hater even licks your fingers a few more times, "to clean the fat."

As he claimed, "It's better."

"Now you're gonna show me how you destroy my jacuzzi on day one."

You feel great sitting by the edge of the jacuzzi a.k.a. your temporary fish tank and checking out all the aquatic animals you bought earlier.

"It could've been us in it." What a tease. You laugh then get up, "I don't think it's a good idea to get naked with lobsters and octopuses." 

"Wait," Amado turns you around, still sitting by the edge, "Let me make it up for you."

When Amado decides to give you a head, you simply don't say no. It's like sitting on his face because you can barely stand still. He notices then pulls you closer. The lips used to wrap around your fingers now make you feel like in heaven, and God bless his fucking tongue. The Mexican is driving you mad.

"Shh, you wake up the octopus." You're at the tipping point and the fucker pauses. You open your eyes, an octopus is on the move, two tentacles approaching the edge of the jacuzzi, sucker rings very close to your bare legs.

Then imagine Amado gets up and pushes you up against the tiles in the shower, silencing you with a rough kiss. You taste yourself, and something raw, could be the tuna or the cigarettes he smokes. You get even more aroused by that. 

You're desperate for more of his touch. So you grab his big hand and put it between your thighs, and he's willing to comply. 

This is too much. You cum just after a few rubs against him.  

"I'm sorry for the other night. You're a genius." Amado's playing dirty, sweet-talking while he continues to rub against your oversensitive part, "Would you do me favor? I'm thinking about hosting a few guests, somewhere private, the tuna will be ready by Friday, right?"

You can't believe he falls for the trick. This could be an important business meeting and you're gonna be there.

"Sure. Can I ask something in return?" You already come to your senses while giving Amado a painfully slow handjob.

"Anything you want. Flowers? Jewelry? Cars? I have some better collections than Pacho's Corvette C4. Too flashy." Amado offers generously.

You can't help laughing, "Gosh, how could men make everything a dick comparison contest?"

"You saw his dick?" Amado bites your lower lips. He's rock hard, throbbing.

"I thought you did, too. You two seem very close. I mean, Pacho is a gorgeous man." You keep going, and teasing. You enjoy the fact that you just plant something really dirty in Amado's head. You bet he's having an imaginary threesome with you and Pacho. Not a bad idea though.

By the time you make him come, the Mexican almost forgets what you're asking.

"I ask 'Do you have some dumbbells?' I need my daily training and I don't have time to find a new gym here. What? How do you think I'm able to handle a 150lbs tuna in a line of work mostly for men?" You give Amado a little squeeze before licking it off.

You have a dream that night, being penetrated by Amado in some warm water while a giant octopus sucks you off. You wake up with wetness down there.

You visit several Japanese restaurants in town, unsurprisingly boring. You get the idea that local middle-class see Japanese cuisine as an exotic and cultural novelty. 

You even invite Amado to have lunch at one of those restaurants during his break. He frowns at the food after the first bite, "You can't do this to me."

What? "Asking me to eat this crap is inhumane. I'm spoiled." Amado makes it sound like you're the bad guy, but these smiling eyes give him away. He looks at you the way that makes you feel wanted.

You two end up eating cheap Mexican street food and that's where you find some early blossoms of jacarandas with excitement.

"You want those?" Amado asks, picking up some dried petals from the street. All you can think of is jacarandas flower could be an interesting alternative to sakura, which adds a domestic touch to the food you're gonna prepare for Friday. 

"Yes, please." Amado must find it weird but he just nods.

Once being brought to the outskirt location of the private meeting, you spend more time making rearrangement of the decor, trying to create an authentic Japanese ryotei experience. 

You call Amado once for extra resources. It's tricky because you don't know if you're in a position to ask anything when he's away, busy.

"I'm glad you called. I may not be an Asian culture fanatic like Pacho but I promise you will have anything you want. Whatever rare shit he's bought you, just name it. I'll have an entire Boeing 727 team ready to fly it in from every fucking corner of the world." Yeah, the dick measuring thing is still going on. 

What you don't mention is that you're also glad to hear his voice. "Will you come over?" You almost let it slip, "I mean, to see if you like everything."

"No. I trust you," Amado pauses, "I'll be an hour early."

"Mind the traffic." Bright laughter breaks from the other end of the line.

And thanks to the highly efficient Carrillo Air Express, stuff you request is brought to you the next day including a whole box of violet jacarandas petals.

You ask for a guest list before starting to set the table. "Just set tables for eight people." Vicente clearly has no idea of being a host. You explain that it's part of your job to make sure no one is allergic to seafood. "How the fuck do I know that?" The young man is still complaining.

"Don't worry. Give me a list. I'll look for their office numbers, call their secretaries and find out."

Vicente is easily convinced. You get what you want, a list of high-up politicians and business executives. Not sure how this is relevant but you memorize the names and companies anyway.

Amado makes his arrival almost cinematic. With a chopper still swirling outside, the man in black steps out from the driving seat on the right and waves to you like a king. 

"You're early." You can hide your smile this time.

"Because someone suggested I should 'mind the traffic.' It happens I've owned a few choppers." The fucker looks like a dashing pilot out Hollywood movies. 

You joke that he's nothing like what Pacho used to say, "Low-profile my ass." 

"Oh, Pacho talks about me?"

"Stop. I'm really not interested in which one of you has a bigger dick."

Later Amado hands you a wrapped frame. "I heard you're looking for some Japanese art for decoration. I don't know anything about art but..."

You can't believe he brings you a shunga, tradition Japanese erotic painting, depicting a giant octopus performing oral on a woman with pink tentacles all over her naked body. "You're ridiculous." You frown, it's too explicit you're not sure if it's appropriate for such an occasion.

"I saw something similar at Pacho's house. Well, minus the woman. Just boys." The cheeky bastard winks at you, "You're also serving octopus sashimi tonight? It's a fit then." That's how a print of the famous Octopus and Girl Diver ends up in the main room.

Dinner starts at 8 and everything is ready. You're asked to briefly introduce each dish to the guests when one's presented. Guests praise everything from the chopstick rest made of porcelain with traditional Mexican patterns, to the floral-shaped bream sashimi slices. The tuna sushi is a hit, everyone loves it. You give Amado a knowing smirk when you catch him taking a few himself. The octopus sashimi is a bit tricky but the guests are so "polite", they still pretend to enjoy the exotic food. 

The rest of the time you stay outside the room. You hear things but not in a coherent manner. Amado mentions NAFTA, export-oriented furniture and auto parts factories in Juárez, and two of them are head of the biggest tequila exporters of the country. Nothing makes sense for the drug business. Is the most successful Mexican drug trafficker gonna shift to other legitimate businesses? That might have an impact on Pacho's business.

When dessert is brought to the table, everyone wows — the improvised jacarandas mochi with dried petals is a nice surprise to end the dinner. You tell them the story that instead of the much-anticipated sakura which wasn't well-adjusted to the Mexican weather, how jacarandas was introduced to Mexico City by a Japanese gardener in the 1930s. All the guests finish their plates while giving you a few nods.

Amado seems very pleased with everything you've done. He lowers his voice to ask you to wait for him afterwards.

"Where are we going?" You ask through the headphones. Seems Amado is flying you back to downtown DF.

The Mexican smirks, "To the sky."

You finally land atop the roof of a skyscraper, "This is the tallest building in Mexico." Amado holds you tight when you exit the chopper. The wind at night in early January is insane, let alone you're 700ft above the ground.

It must be some five-star hotel but turns out it's an office building of Pemex, Mexico's state-owned oil company. WTAF? "Put it this way, the biggest exporters of the country hang out sometimes." Amado's sense of humor is something you didn't expect, "Well, I'm not saying they bring as many unattached US dollars as I do, not even close."

When you let the fact sink in — that the Juárez cartel probably earns twice as much as the biggest oil company in the country through exporting "goods," having access to a secret suite on the top floor of the Pemex Tower is not surprising at all.

"You bring people here often?" You ask when Amado pops a bottle of wine. The city view from the 54th floor is stunning.

"I didn't know you're the jealous type." He brings you a glass. You two stand in front the giant window, raising your glasses like you're celebrating. 

"You haven't asked what we're celebrating." Amado takes a step closer.

You put index finger on his lips, which are incredibly soft. Immediately remind you last time you kissed, "I don't want to get myself killed in a foreign country."

"Did Pacho teach you that? Not asking questions, just do your thing." Amado starts kissing your hand.

"Oh, my God. You're so obsessed with him, and it's kinda cute."

"Nonsense." The Mexican disagrees, and turns to the window. 

You sets both of your glasses aside, then leads Amado to the bed. You get undressed first, lying on the bed, waiting.

"You're sure this is something you want?" You ask, completely stripped. Amado stares at your flat-chested body like the first time he found out who you are. 

"You make it sound like I haven't sleep with supermodels. That funny?" The fucker tickles you, "You have no idea..."

Imagine Amado makes you feel adored, marking every inch of your body with his big hands and soft lips. He takes time, mapping your body till he finds the most sensitive spots and makes you moan, shivering.

"Let me warm you up." Amado probably thinks you're cold, so he spoons you. The long limbs of his are like tentacles wrapped around you, fuck, you can feel his erection grinding against you.

You're so wet for Amado. When he finally pushes in from behind, neither of you can resist the sensation.

"Wanted to do this to you the whole week. You're such a fucking tease, aren't you? Dropped at my door in that kimono robe then left without letting me even touch you." Amado pounds into you, with hand reaching your little bean from behind, making you a total mess.

 "Why didn't you make me stay then?" You're nearly breathless, "Is it...because it's within Pacho's territory?" You obviously cross some line with that. The thrusts become harder, feels like Amado is gonna fuck you senseless.

You're not sure if Pacho wants to know you are talking about him when you reach orgasm. 

You decide to leave it out before you pass out.

[peak-dumbass]

Thoughts on Sons of Garmadon cuz redesigns :]

Also instead of watching all of the season and then adding my thoughts later I instead took notes while watch the season so that’s why this post is incredibly long, sorry about that :/

Anyway enjoy :>

Sorry for the accidental posting and I don’t want to rewrite everything so here’s from the original post

Lloyd reading the title of the episode also caught me off guard the first time I watched this

Basically Lloyd caught me off guard entirely the first time I watched this

Also his eyebrows are now THICC

“Still thirsty?”

...

I can see why people like Nya a lot (._.’)

Nya’s badass and f—king love her

Also the water bubbles she makes look really nice

Jay mimicking Cole is adorable

The first time we see them after a year and the first thing we see them do is argue and disturb a group of people that took a vow of silence 

I love them

“Did I call you at a bad time?” They’re in the middle of a fight with the mechanic, what do think?

Also Pixal calling Lloyd “Master Lloyd” :’/

“Whoever said fight fire with fire clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.” “Hey, you’re stealing my lines!” I love you Kai

“Who likes ice cream? I do! How was that line Kai?” I love you Zane

Them teasing Lloyd for his deeper voice and them just genuinely having family fun bonding time just fills me with such happiness that I can’t describe with words :’’’’’’’’>

Misako abandons Lloyd yet again, and she was just starting to act like a good mother in Hands of Time >:/

Jay is not understanding a single thing being said to him, but at least he’s trying 👌

Their excuse for not mentioning the royal family throughout the series is “they like their privacy”? Really? Like really? Are they expecting us to believe this bullish-t? 

Lloyd seeing Harumi for the first time: Can You Feel The Love Tonight🎶

Now Cole’s the only one who hasn’t had a crush in the series he is so gay and the writers can’t convince me otherwise

Can I just say the lighting for the inside of the place is beautiful? Cuz it is.

Also I just realized Cole’s the only ninja that isn’t wearing sleeves on his ninja suit, that’s cool👌

Since Harumi’s natural hair color is white, does that mean she’s albino?

“The maskes must never be reunited” Says the person who reunited the mask >:/ I know she’s acting good here but still

“No thank you, I actually gave up sweets. My body is a temple.” The moment I heard that for the first time I was like “WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY BOI?! WHO HAS HURT HIM?!”

Lloyd, stop stalking the princess, that’s illegal >:|

“Don’t worry, we’re ninja, we’re experts at this kind of thing” They proceed to loose the mask, let their main villain onto their ship, and Lloyd gets a crush on her :/

Grade A ninja-ing right there 👌👌👌

I’m on episode 2 and seeing Harumi acting nice and sweet and connecting with Lloyd and knowing that she’s faking all of it, I just feel so so so so bad for Lloyd :’<

Cole, don’t try to give Lloyd advice about girls when you aren’t even attracted to them

Ok so I procrastinated a bunch on doing this for some reason so Yee, let’s continue

I’ve only seen Mystake for 1 scene and if anything ever happens to her I’ll kill everyone in this room and myself

Oof I’m now sad and realize why everyone likes her

Ok so we all agree the tea Mystake gave Jay and Lloyd to see the drawings move is weed right? Or had weed in it?

Why is Cole hiding in a garbage bin when Zane is using a perfectly good newspaper? Also oh boy can’t wait to see Rocky DangerBuff and Snake Jaguar in action :3

The way Snake walked into the bar Jesus

and I’m trying to watch this without skipping it cuz to me the whole thing is very awkward and I can’t stand awkward stuff like this but I also heard there was glacier so I’m gonna try to watch this without yeeting my phone and burying my face in my pillow

Chloe: Snake is gorgeous and we stan

Me: I know he’s beautiful look at him, he’s amazing

He’s bad boi and baby boi at the same time and I love him

Just added Cole into a scene with the ninja when he’s actually still kidnapped by UV so noice job Ninjago HQ 👏👏👏

Zane looks so weird in the flash of Wu finding him dear god

Stop bothering him Cole, let Zane Rp as Snake for a little bit longer

DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE

Cad is what Cole would have named the baby if it didn’t turn out to be Wu cuz Cole + Dad

Ali: "Why cad?" "Its cooler than Chad cause you take out the h for hoe"

Ali/clumsy you’re a genius

”you didn’t think it would that easy, did you?”

Guys is weird to think that UV is 100 times hotter after saying that line?

Mommy UV vs Dad Cole, Mommy UV is fighting Dad Cole for the baby

Oof I remember what’s gonna happen to Zane y’all and I’m not happy plz Mr.E stahp plz

Mr.E to the SOG after he kicks Zane’s ass: Guess who just got murdered!

“Not all men-“

Me: You’re right, Zane Ninjago would never do this

Mr.E: I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way to kick Zane’s ass :D!

Cole is Pearl from SU confirmed, he was staring at baby Wu sleeping

Harumi: Maybe we can use this blanket at a Parachute?

Lloyd: What do this is a cartoon?!

Lloyd proceeds to do the exact thing he said wouldn’t work

Also Harumi is the best actor I’ve ever seen like seriously 10/10 👌 actor, playing with Lloyd’s heart strings like she’s been doing it for years

“How to be a heartbreaker” is Harumi’s jam and theme song

SO I WAS ADDING MY THOUGHTS ON HERE AND TUMBLR JUST DECIDED TO BE A LITTLE B-TCH AND CLOSE ON ME BEFORE I SAVED MY THOUGHTS AND NOW MY THOUGHTS ON HALF EPISODE 5 AND 6 ARE GONE OOF SO I’M JUST GONNA SAY THAT PIXAL IS HAVING SELF ESTEEM ISSUES OR SOMETHING SIMILAR AND SHE’S AMAZING AND IT’S MAKING ME SAD THAT ALL SHE SEES HERSELF AS ASSISTANCE AND NOTHING MORE

Also Lloyd falls onto a few branches and gets a hurt arm that requires a blanket while Nya was at the front of the ship with 0 protecction and was basically yeeted to the main deck while it crashed into the jungle and she doesn’t even get a break?!

I know Nya is stronger than Lloyd but GOSH DIDDLY DARN I didn’t know she was that STRONK!

Baby Wu: “Ninja never quit hehehehehe”

The ninja:

Lloyd: Confused Green Bean Noises

Harumi: kisses him on the cheek

Lloyd: •////• completely forgets what he was confused about

Harumi saved by lovestruck Lloyd and boners

Cole to Baby Wu: You took care of us, it’s only fair that we take care of you.

Me:

GOD I LOVE COLE HE’S AMAZING

Harumi and Lloyd during that one waterfall scene in Episode 6:

Also Harumi’s backstory for why she likes Garmadon and hates the ninja including Lloyd, it completely makes sense cuz she was a child that over heard that the ninja didn’t do sh-t and Garmadon saved the city so it makes sense why she hates the ninja and believes Garmadon should be Ninjago’s leader, and since it happened when she was young she didn’t think things through, she didn’t think about it from the ninja perspective and especially didn’t think about it from Lloyd’s perspective cuz she was a child, kids don’t tend to think about the other person’s perspective on things, so I think it makes sense and it’s really good 👌 also this is Ninjago’s first main female villain, all the other ones were either second in command or were in a crew that worked for a bigger villain so yeah that’s cool

“Don’t you guys have any idea what she’s doing? She’s resurrecting Garmadon! Lord Garmadon!” Yeah no sh-t Kai, the name of their gang is “Sons of Garmadon”, of course they know and of course they’re ok with it why do think they’re helping her?

“Then it’s a good thing the Quiet One isn’t a bad guy but a bad girl” It doesn’t matter that Pythor, Chen, Morro, and Garmadon had dicc, what matters is that the greater evil didn’t listen to them dipsh-t.

Harumi screams a lot, like Princess Peach/Damsel-in-distress amount of high pitch screaming and I’m surprised Lloyd or the other ninja haven’t told her to shut up at one point.

a slightly dark room suddenly turns a little bit darker

Harumi:

Lloyd: Jesus even when I was a kid I had tougher skin then you, I know this is a little hypocritical for my to say, but grow the f—k up god

Ok woah woah woah, how did Lloyd go from “I didn’t tell you about the fact that I’m part Oni, Mystake only told me and Jay” to “You’re the Quiet One” like he isn’t wrong but how did he put it together in such little amount of time?

Ok this is how the Lloyd vs Harumi fight should have gone down:

Lloyd: Give me a good reason not do destroy it right now.

Harumi: I’ll give you 2. You want to see your father again and you love me.

Lloyd: HAH! While you busy being a heterosexual b-tch I studied the blade!

Lloyd kicks Harumi’s ass and the day is saved

Am I wrong? Lloyd only met Harumi a couple of days ago, it’s like Anna from Frozen but LEGOs

“Love is an open door” is Llorumi shippers theme song

“I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE EMPTINESS THAT I FEEL”

B-TCH HAVE YOU NOT SEEN HIS F—KING CHILDHOOD HE HAS MORE TRAUMA THEN YOU WILL EVER GET YOUR F—KING LIFE TIME!!!

I KNOW SHE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND THAT SHE HASN’T SEEN HIS LIFE LIKE WE HAVE BUT DAMN IF IT ISN’T ACTIVATING MY PROTECC-LLOYD-AT-ALL-COSTS-AND-THAT-THIS-IS-TOTAL-BULLSH-T INSTINCTS

“Or we’ll have to get all ninja on you!” “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know I was improvising” Tbh that’s a mood Kai, at least to me

Lloyd: Guys, Rumi is the Quiet One!

The ninja who are currently surrounded by the SOG including Harumi: Oh really, ya don’t say?

Lloyd just got yeeted out of a waterfall so it sorta makes sense why he didn’t notice

Lloyd said I won’t let you get away with this and Harumi said YEET

They have Lloyd they have the masks and we have trouble

Baby Wu: Puppy!

that ain’t a puppy Sensei it’s a giant underwater scorpion monster

I forgot they tamed the giant underwater scorpion monster and named it Crabby, and Jay hugged one of Crabby’s claws, Jay’s favorite pet the ninja have ever had is Crabby confirmed

“So this is your true face without the mask, no wonder you covered it” Damn Lloyd is salty, LET LLOYD SAY F—K 2020

Chloe: Lloyd said "bitch u ugly" poetically

Me: Yeah, he got the saltiness from Kai and the poetic speech from Zane

“There was never anything between us”

One episode earlier

“You want your father back, and you love me”

One episode earlier

Harumi kisses Lloyd on cheek and proteccs him from the corrupted Samurai X suit

Me:

Harumi gets close to Lloyd

Me: KICK HER IN THE NONEXISTENT BALLS

Yay the most useful and totally not child abandoning character, Misako, is here and giving Lloyd information that he already knew and is being incredibly useful buy not only abandoning Lloyd for a second time in his life but also finding Baby Wu for the SOG Hooray

“Stop Rumi, this isn’t you!” B-tch you’ve only known her for a couple of days, and she has played with your heart, in dangered your friends, and tried to kill you and your friends on multiple occasions, and she nearly succeeded on killing Zane (though tbh Zane gets nearly killed every season so that isn’t a surprise)

“You were right, this isn’t me” YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVED HE’LL FALL FOR THAT BULLSH-T AGAIN? AFTER YOU TRIED TO DROWN HIM AND HIS MOM WHILE SUMMONING HIS EVIL DAD FROM THE DEAD? HAH, B-TCH YOU THOUGHT!

“Stop. Save it for someone who cares” Yesssssss I love youuuuuuu by baby boiiiiii

Sees the arm coming out of the anvil-thing

Me: Terminator Garmadon? Also this is what happens when we complain too much, we also gotta be more specific people! We can’t ask for just Garmadon, we need to ask for Good/Sensei Garmadon or else we’ll get bullsh-t like this!

THE SCENE OF THE NINJA SINGING WEEKEND WHIP JUST PLAYED AND THE HAPPY WHOLESOME VIBES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Also there’s no way harumi gets the resurrection spell right on the first try, like no way, impossible, like she even gets interrupted by Lloyd and the ninja at the end and then Garmadon appears after that? Like I’m not a witch/wizard myself but I’m pretty sure that’s not how spells work? You don’t just start a spell, stop before the spell is finished, and the spell still works :/

Also how the hecc did Garmadon know where to find Harumi? It was never explained, he just like punched his way into the police station and was like “Yo b-tch what’s up?”

“I can turn him once, I can turn him again” ends up getting his ass handed to him and nearly dieing for the millionth time in his life

“That sounds like a really bad idea” “And Kai knows bad ideas, he’s full of them” Oof Kai just got roasted

“Lloyd, what are you doing?” “I’m sorry, Nya. I have to confront him” OOF HE REALLY DID JUST PULL A KAI DIDN’T HE

I’m not gonna quote everything Lloyd says here cuz there’s too much but DAMN HE’S REALLY PISSED OFF AND IS REALLY DOING A KAI JESUS

I know we all wanted Sensei Garmadon back but I’m ngl this Garmadon looks really cool and gives really good evil speeches to unmotivate his opponent

OOF Y’ALL REALLY HAD TO ADD LLOYD HOLDING OUT THE PHOTO OF HIM AND GARMADON WITH LLOYD STRUGGLING SAYING “FATHER” AND THE PHOTO GOING INTO THE WIND DIDN’T Y’ALL MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND I STILL HAVE TO MAKE IT THROUGH EPISODE 10 WHERE I KNOW LLOYD’S HEART IS GONNA BE RIPED OUT OF HIS CHEST AND STOMPED ON WITH A SPIKED SHOE

F—K HARUMI F—K NINJAGO HQ F—K EMPEROR GARMADON F—K THE SOG JUST LEAVE MY POOR BABY ALONE

Y’all I don’t think I can make it through the next episode f—k man

Holy f—k I forgot Emperor Garmadon reads the title card in episode 10 oof

“Not so fast!” “‘No so fast”?! You used that ages ago!” True, it sucked then and it sucks now

“My brother is coming” “How do you know?” “I know” Dang even baby Wu doesn’t tell people sh-t

“You sure you’re up for this?” “I was married to him once, I’m up for anything” Ok so you’re saying that as if you were the one that was treated badly in that relationship and not the other way around like it should be but whatever floats your boat pal

“Careful!” “Are you actually doubting my ability to closely approximate the true value of our surroundings? I’m a nindroid.” Damn Zane is pissed

COLE LITERALLY JUMPED OFF THE BOUNTY TO CATCH BABY WU NOT KNOWING JAY WAS GONNA CATCH HIM AKA HE WOULD HAVE DIED FOR BABY WU I’M SCREAMING GOD I LOVE COLE

Ok so Lloyd you are excellent at fabulous/eat-a-dicc-b-tch exits like wow 👏👏👏👏👏

Also the scene with the 4 OG ninja and Baby Wu traveling to the first realm looks really really nice ngl

All in all I really really like this season, it’s great 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

[juminsmysticmc]

Dreams

Chapter 4 - Dreams coming true

Zen x Mc 

So, here is the fourth Chapter! Enjoy! 

Beginning of an End - Chapter 1   / She - Chapter 2 / He - Chapter 3

You deeply sighed as you glanced at the clock. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t stop feeling annoying. The current situation with you and Zen stressed you out. And the more you tried to tell yourself that everything was okay and that he would never hurt you or leave you, the more you kept becoming unsure. Before the both of you would meet his family, you never had these kinds of thoughts. You never had a reason to think differently about your handsome boyfriend, but now something changed, making your heart throb in pain. You put the food back into the fridge and began to eat dinner alone, tears dripped down on your table as the loneliness grew bigger and bigger. Suddenly your phone rang, making your heart throb quicker and feel heat in your cheeks. You didn’t know what to think of the feelings you had. The name on the display was a name you often thought about, but it wasn’t your boyfriends. However, you didn’t feel bad, but you didn’t feel great either.

,,Hello, what are you doing right now?’’ the message said, making you feel as if someone really cared about you. ,,I was eating dinner alone, you?’’ you asked him back, wondering if you should have written something else. Suddenly, he wrote three messages at the same time. ,,Oh,’’ the first one said. ,,Wait,’’ he then typed. ,,Why?’’ his last message said, making you laugh. For a few seconds you thought which answer would have been the best and then you told him about how Zen came home later these days. ,,Okay, then, in order for you not to eat alone anymore let’s meet tomorrow,’’ he typed, making you blush.

Was he asking you out?

,,I have a surprise for you,’’ he typed in last. ,,At four PM. Same location as last time,’’ he typed in and then went off, making you shake your head in disbelief. ,,Good morning,’’ Zen said, his voice a bit hotter. You wondered what he was up to yesterday. However, you somehow feared his answer and didn’t ask him at all. ,,Sorry for yesterday,’’ he began. You looked at him as you slowly began to change your clothes. ,,I finally found a way so that my family can approve of me again,’’ he began, making you stop in your actions. How did he do it? ,,Okay…’’ you mumbled and waited for him to keep on talking. ,,Oh Jae Ryong talked to my parents and made it possible for me to finally meet them. We can sort things out. Are you willing to come next week with me?’’ he asked you, overly happy. So yesterday he came later because of that girl. Acting Cute, you thought, that was the meaning behind her name. You looked at Zen. He was so hyped. Until now, you never noticed how far away the both of you were. You were so different and the difference between the both of you just increased with the time he spent with that woman. You began to nipple at your lips. Your arms felt cold as you were still half naked in front of Zen. Since when did the both of you change so much?

,,Uhm, yeah, of course, Zen,’’ you told him and finally put something on. You began to tidy up your bedroom. You still thought about his words. How late did he come home yesterday? Why did he come so late? The day went on. You and Zen didn’t talk much and you were feeling uncomfortable by now. However, Zen was way too focused on his phone, chatting with someone who could make him smile brightly and you were hiding yourself in the other rooms of your apartment. ,,Where are you going babe?’’ he finally asked you when you began to make yourself pretty two hours before you had to go to meet Eun Woo. His question left you puzzled. You didn’t quite know what to answer; you weren’t doing something wrong after all. ,,Uhm, I am going to meet a friend. I don’t think I will be here for dinner,’’ you told him. He nodded at you. ,,Do I know your friend?’’ he asked you. Why was your heart beating so fast even though you weren’t doing something wrong? You looked into the mirror and put on your red lipstick, answering with a cold no. The reflection showed him nodding. ,,Okay, then I guess I will go and call someone who can give me a good massage,’’ he said. He seemed to be a bit disappointed, but then he kissed you and went away. ,,You didn’t even ask his name. You could have made sure that I was meeting someone female…’’ you said to yourself and sadly smiled.

,,Hi,’’ you mumbled when you saw the handsome man in front of the coffee shop you met last time. ,,Hey,’’ he answered and brightly smiled at you. He had a big black bag at his side which actually made you wonder what he prepared for the both of you. ,,I know a place where we can eat without anyone looking strangely and I actually prepared another surprise for you. Would it be okay for you to follow me?’’ he asked you, making you curious. He could kidnap you right now and you wouldn’t know anything, you thought and nodded, following him into a big building. Both of you arrived at the rooftop. The place seemed pretty comfortable. The table was elaborately decorated and different kinds of food were placed on the table. It was still four PM, but suddenly you felt hungry as you saw it all. ,,Dig in!’’ he smiled and gave you a strawberry. You tasted different fruits, sandwiches, and salads until he finally told you that he was the one who prepared it all.

,,Woah, really?!’’ you asked him and looked at him with big eyes. He happily nodded.The both of you talked about different tastes and well known restaurants.

,,Really? My mom taught me cooking too!’’ you laughed as the both of you seemed to get along well.

,,Oh, now that we’re talking about teaching!’’ he laughed and got up from the spot which just got comfortable. Finally, he was going to show you the insides of the black bag. You expected everything, really everything, but you never thought that he would have carried about ten thick books, pens, and papers. ,,Let’s learn a bit of medicine,’’ he laughed and explained something about the different kinds of operations. ,,Know the operations where the patients have to play a specific instrument for example?’’ ,,You mean while surgeons remove a brain tumor?’’ you asked him and turned the page of the book. ,,It’s all written in here,’’ you began and showed him the line. Suddenly, you began to explain to him the first steps of the surgery and the reason for the need to play the instrument, Eun Woo never stopped listening to you and smiled brightly as you explained everything. ,,Isn’t it amazing?’’ he suddenly asked you, making you mute. ,,You shine so brightly when you talk about it,’’ he went on, awakening your interests. ,,I think you should keep chasing your dream. It’s your dream. You don’t need to depend on someone. You are yourself so why can’t you do something you like yourself?’’ he asked you, making you wonder if he wasn’t right.

The day ended like that and both of you finally returned home. You enjoyed talking with him and apparently he felt the same. It was a feeling you had missed for some time now. The sad feeling when you had to part and the cute smiles you had while thinking about the past hours with that person. And so the big day arrived. Zen didn’t even ask you about your meeting with your friends and you didn’t tell him that you met a guy. The week passed with the both of you growing kind of distant and working together at the agency. You suddenly noticed that you lived for Zen’s dream and that being his manager was hard. You didn’t feel happy. ,,Okay, I’m ready to leave,’’ you told Zen as you finally put on your shoes. He nodded at you and seemed nervous; something that broke your heart. You tried to take his hand, but suddenly you became hesitant and ended up taking your hand back. Just when you finally arrived in front of the door of his parents, you finally managed to take his hand and make him feel that you were by his side. ,,You’re here!’’ you suddenly heard an annoying voice which made you feel angry. The black haired girl came to hug your boyfriend and he hugged her back, letting go of your hand. ,,Hey,’’ she quickly mumbled and then quickly looked to Zen again. ,,Okay, are you ready?’’ she asked him and took both of his hands. Her eyes looked deep into his and even through you were his girlfriend, you felt out of place. It was as if you were the one that didn’t fit in. Zen nodded and looked at you, a sign for you that you should follow him. ,,Oh,’’  Oh Jae Ryong suddenly exclaimed and looked at the both of you. ,,Wouldn’t it be better to go one step at a time? I think we first should go in without her. Your parents would get baffled with one notice after the next one,’’ the girl mumbled. You felt stabbed. Zen looked at you and looked at her. Was he really thinking about leaving you out here?  His parents already knew you after all. They saw you when you saved his father. They already knew that he was in a relationship with you so why were they hesitant about letting you in now?

,,Could you wait here a minute?’’ he asked you. You opened your mouth to say something, but you couldn’t dare. ,,I’ll be right back,’’ he whispered and kissed you on the forehead before he left you. He left hand in hand with her. You looked at them. And you?

,,You asked me to come along,’’ you whispered as hot tears left your eyes. ,,You asked me to come with you, Zen,’’ you sobbed. ,,Because you asked me to come along I… I came with you,’’ you mumbled. ,,You wanted me to become your manager, Zenny. You begged me and I did it,’’ you cried louder, suddenly remembering the words of the paramedic. And suddenly his words seemed to trigger you. He was right; there was no need for you to depend on someone else. Everything went quickly afterward. While your tears left and dropped on the floor you called the director, telling him that you wanted to stop working for him. Without saying anything to Zen, you packed your things and left home.

You also contacted Eun Woo and told him about your decision. ,,I’ll support you,’’ he said, making you feel stronger.

,,Where are you?’’ you heard Zen over the phone as you sat in your old room. You visited your mother that day and she helped you out with a crying face. She aged so much ever since you saw her the last time. When you told her what made you change your mind, she kindly smiled at you and told you that she knew that you would choose the right way. ,,I left,’’ you answered. Zen laughed and told you that he noticed too. Ironically, you asked him if that was so. ,,You know, to be honest, you were the first one who left me,’’ you pressed your lips together and took out a marker. Zen laughed on the other side. ,,Don’t do this, Mc. Let’s talk,’’ he begged you. But you were already gone. You had no intention to say anything more to him. ,,It’s over, Hyun,’’ you softly said. ,,Live well. You showed me that other people and things are ranked first in your life and to be honest, I met someone who opened my eyes. I’m not in this world to make your dream come true. I’m here because there is something that I want to archive on my own for myself. Your family acknowledged you again and you can make the promise you gave Oh Jae Ryong come true,’’ you told him. Zen didn’t say anything anymore and you cut the call.

,,Sorry,’’ you mumbled and looked at Eun Woo. ,,It’s okay,’’ he told you and showed you a part in the book. ,,I’m happy that you will go to medical school again. Let’s go in there prepared!’’ he cheerfully said, making you forget about Zen.