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emoisthenewemu · 1 month ago

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Homie Hopper! Pt.2

Bonus: Senior Year!

College MHA boys x F! Reader

Pt.1 here!

In which after getting your little heart broken, you get passed around your local University’s hottest friend group! Everyone needs those slutty College years!

Cw: SMUT, problematic behavior, p in v, lots of different kinks n stuff, i went overboard a bit on Todorokis and Shinsos, sub! Shinso, name calling, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around

A/N just wanna say idk why shinso has to be the villain it just felt right😞sorry bae ily

Shoto Todoroki as The Pretty Boy!

-Shoto Todoroki, who is friends with the whole group you ran through last year (and still hook up with on occasion) but doesn’t come around much

-Shoto Todoroki who you had no idea lived right around the corner from you-in a much nicer neighborhood with his brothers

-You run into him on a late night run to the convenience store, in an oversized hoodie with bling on it, it catches his eye as he peruses the aisle next to you

-Shoto Todoroki, who makes you so nervous you cannot even make eye contact as he says a friendly hello to you. You know each other and would occasionally bum off one another’s notes after a missed class. He’s the Pretty Boy and everyone knows it, himself included.

-He thinks it’s cute to watch you squirm. He’s always made you nervous, it was obvious. He likes the way you fiddle with your necklace, his eyes darting down to the unzipped part of your hoodie that shows cleavage.

“I like your sweater” He compliments.

“Oh thanks! It’s super cute, right? I just bought it!” You exclaim excitedly.

“Mhm super cute” He nods nonchalantly and simply waves goodbye, leaving you all but twirling your hair alone in the aisle.

-He never had to try hard with girls, he probably could have just asked you that first night to come home with him and you most likely would have said yes. But he likes the chase, watching your face get hot and eyes flick down to his grey sweatpants. He knows what he is doing.

- So he keeps it up a little longer, choosing to subtly flirt with you on these late night run-ins. His compression shirts get tighter, sweats hanging looser on his hips.

And you, well your shorts get even shorter and sweaters begin to grow more unzipped.

-Shoto Todoroki, who finally asks if you want to head back to his place with him to ‘watch a movie’. You agree of course, and he keeps an arm wrapped around your waist the whole walk home making small talk about school of all things. If only you knew the perverse images flashing in his head.

You walk past his two hot older brothers-who are sitting on the couch watching some action movie and smoking a blunt. You wave politely and Shoto rolls his eyes at the way they do not even attempt to conceal the way they are checking you out.

Oh well, he’ll just have to fuck you loud enough for both of them to hear.

-Shoto, who always gets what he wants. You’re on top of him, kissing his neck and chest, jerking him beneath his sweats as he grips your ass-smacking it occasionally. “So impatient” He tsks as you roll his sweats down.

“Cant wait for this dick, can you?”

You shake your head no and he grabs you by the hair, pulling you close for a sinful kiss. “Use your words”

“Want you to fuck me….you’re so hot” You whine and he kisses you again, biting at your lower lip.

“Good girl”

-Shoto Todoroki, who has your legs folded in such a way that it hurts. Your ankles and wrists bound by his hand as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Of course he has good dick, he’s perfect, even his dick is pretty!

-He is groaning and cursing on top of you, free hand going to choke you and pinch your nipples.

“Mm, Shoto!”

“Yeah say my fucking name” The bed is creaking and slamming against the wall, if you weren’t so fucked out you would worry about his brothers being able to hear. But obviously he doesn’t care about that.

“Shoto!” You whine, squealing when he snaps! his hips so meanly. It hits that spongy spot that makes your tummy feel funny. “Too much, too much!”

The two of you had established a safe word, icyhot. And you had yet to mutter it so he ignores your complaints, slamming into you like he would die without your pussy.

-“Stop whining” He finally releases your wrists, pushing your ankles all the way to your ears as his strokes try to find their own rhythm. This position has you squeezing him so tight it’s hard to move sometimes. “You wanted this shit, huh? Always staring at me in class”

You squeal, his calm voice grounds you in a way. Even if his words are filthy. “Wearing those slutty little clothes to the store. You walk around like that?”

“Just wanted you t’look at me” You whine, his eyes go down to his cock disappearing into your folds. He’s so deep and you’re so wet, your slick almost suctions to his thighs-leaving a sloshing noise every time he pulls his hips back.

-“M’fucking looking” He nods, jaw agape and panting like a fucking dog. “Can’t take my eyes off this slutty pussy”

“Gonna watch you cum on this dick” He speaks determinedly, eyes glazed over with something feral as his thumb goes to rub your clit. “Know you want to”

-“Yesyesyes!” You cry out, throwing your head back and gripping the sheets. The sounds are downright pornographic-his own grunting and the occasional moan mixed in with the wet noises from your sloppy pussy.

He’s close, and you are too.

-His thumb begins moving faster and you’re starting to shake. He watches your stomach quiver, forcing your legs down even though they try to break free of his grip. You’re certain there will be bruises left over tomorrow with the way he holds onto you.

-“Cumming Shoto!” His eyes never leave the way your release comes spilling out, onto his thighs and stomach. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, watching you come undone before his very eyes.

He doesn’t even realize he forgot to put a condom on, now actively shooting ropes inside of you-he can’t remember the last time he came this much.

“Don’t worry, m’on the pill” You mutter, lazy eyes fluttered closed as he softly thrusts into you.

His heart drops, what a shame.

-Shoto Todoroki, who misses you when he moves away. He always hearts your stories and slides up on your posts and promises to come and see you. But he never does.

Hitoshi Shinso as The Shitty Ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, your ex boyfriend who comes knocking (banging) at your door one night. He’s on his knees spewing bullshit about how the time apart made him realize how much he needs you.

It only took sleeping with half of the girls at his College to understand that.

-But he regrets it! He feels so stupid and terrible so ‘pleasepleaseplease take me back! Im sorry!’

“These other girls could never love me the way you do!”

-You laugh right in his face, arms crossed as you look down in disgust. “Are you high?”

“Whatthefuck no!” He hides his face in his hands with a big sigh. He looks…..pathetic. Eyes baggier than usual, messy purple hair as he finally gives up on the kneeling and sits back against the wall. Pulling out his vape, he hits it, all the while looking you in the eye. “I just miss you”

You roll your eyes, sitting down right next to him and snatching the puff into your hands. “Hitoshi…I think you’re just lonely”

He stays quiet as he thinks of what to say. It seems all words are lost on him. “I would do anything”

“Anything?”

-For some terrible, sick reason seeing him so whiny does something to you.

You suppose you have Denki to thank for what happens next.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body twitches when you deny his release for the second time. He’s whining, hips bucking up into your touch as you jerk him lazily, hand barely wrapped around his cock.

“Say it!”

“No!” He shakes his head furiously side-to-side, ears and chest turning red with how flushed he is. His chest heaves up and down.

“Then you don’t get to cum” You let go of him and his hand immediately to shoots out to grab yours, pulling it right back to the place he needs you the most.

“M’sorry” He whimpers, eyes scrunching shut as he imagines you giving him what he wants. How fat his load would be, you would be so pleased with how much he has built up for you! He feels so embarrassed and ashamed, it’s all so dirty. The worst part of it all is how fucking hard he is.

“I’m sorry! Been so bad! Soso bad-fuck!” He shudders when you grip him tight, but that’s just it. You do nothing else, causing him to take matters into his own hands.

He starts fucking your hand, so needy and sloppily as he moans and groans about how bad he’s been. “I’m a bad boyfriend! I’ve been so bad, need you t’punish me!”

oh. You didn’t tell him to say all that.

- Hitoshi Shinso, who cums on the spot with the loudest groan you have ever heard in your life when you slap him across the face. It wasn’t even hard or anything, he just liked it way too much.

-Hitoshi Shinso who does not shut up when you start riding him-nails raking down his chest. You’re honestly annoyed because you still hate him! You just wanted to use him the way he used you!

“Shut upp” You groan, cupping his mouth as you try and tune out his words. The moans are hot, his yapping not so much. “Never said you could talk”

Holy shit he had no idea he would ever be into something like this. Your words make his eyes roll back, gripping onto your hips like he might lose you as he beings to fuck you back.

“Fuckk!” You cry when he pistons his hip in tandem with yours-allowing himself even deeper inside you, reaching all the way into your special spot.

-You throw your head back, so lost in the feeling of trying to meet each other’s movements that you take a hand off his mouth. Your hips rolling sensually over his, an unmistakable sloshing sound forming between the two of you.

“Pussy’s so good. Missed it so so much, mygoddd” He rests a head on your tummy, his lower half stuttering and twitching in an attempt to get more of you. “Loveyouloveyoulo-“

“I said shut the fuck upp” You stop, looking into his wimpy eyes that are so full of emotion. He keeps fucking you, but you grab his face to make him look at you. “You want me to gag you?”

You honestly meant it as more of a warning. But the way he frantically nods yes tells you everything you need to know.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body trembles when you grab the pair of panties that had previously been discarded and stuff them in his mouth. The whites of his eyes are the only thing you can see in between tufts of sweaty hair. It doesn’t stop the noise of course. If anything he becomes even louder than before.

At least he’s not talking.

-“Mmmm yes….much better” You coo, hips moving up and down so fast you can hardly think. You are soo glad your roommates are out of town.

Mostly because they would be so pissed that you’re fucking your ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose moans and whines get louder the closer he is to finishing. His muscular body is drenched in sweat-abs and chest messy with his cum.

His arms absentmindedly wrap around your waist, thrusting up into your pussy as he chases his release. And a rough tug of his hair when he hits a certain spot deep inside is enough to make him finish again.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who is an absolute mess-his body feels so weak and hot. Sweat covers him entirely, lungs gasping for air as you slowly ride him. For a moment you think he might pass out with how exhausted he looks.

Taking the panties out of his mouth, you push some of his hair out of his face. He leans into your gentle touch. “You okay?”

“Yeah” A breathless whisper is all he can get out as you both catch your breath. And then he kisses you, so passionately and full of want that your teeth knock together for a second.

His hands slide their way down to your hips, guiding you to slowly move up and down. You whine at the ‘draaag’ of his thick cock inside your walls. Mouth open as you look down and listen to the lewd noises. Even worse is his cum dripping out of you-making a mess.

“Use me”

-Hitoshi kisses you again. “Use me to make you cum please, please. Wanna watch you do it”

- You do what you’re told, using him until you’ve cum twice and his body is limp, sprawled out across the mattress.

That is until you throw his clothes at him and tell him to get the hell out of your apartment.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who for some reason is surprised you are making him leave so soon. He mentions something about cuddling but you shut that down completely. Walking out into the hallway-he just has to ask.

“Where the hell’d you learn all that?”

- You giggle in response but the smile is wiped right off your face when you spot your favorite friend group rounding the corner!

“Toshi’ whatsup man!” Denki is the first to say hello, dapping him up with a sly smile. “S’been a while”

Shinso is still looking at you, he doesn’t understand why you look so scared.

“Sub bro” Sero daps him up in between bites of whatever snack he got at the store.

The boys look at you. You look at them, you look at Shinso like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment you forgot they all went to the same High School.

And Kirishima, who is usually quite friendly only nods and passes by your ex without a second glance back. This surprises Hitoshi.

And Bakugo, who was never very nice to begin with does not even look at the man you use to date-only you with his perpetual mad face, he makes a point of stretching his body uncomfortably to get by him without touching your ex.

And Shinso watches the way they all say hi to you, the lingering touches, the change in their voices as they greet you. He certainly notices when Denki and Sero (being the messy bitches they are) give you a kiss on the cheek before entering their friends’ apartment. Kirishima gives you a half hug, looking back at Shinso with an unreadable expression on his face.

-Although unsurprisingly Bakugo decides to be the pettiest, hugging you tight. “You good?” He whispers in your ear.

And you nod, assuring that your ex was just on his way out and you’ll call your neighbor should any problems arise. He accepts that answer.

-Katsuki Bakugo bids you farewell with a slap on the ass, right in front of your ex boyfriend’s eyes. You don’t miss the evil smirk on his face as he closes the door, leaving you with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth.

“You fucking kidding me?! You fucked him?” Your ex boyfriend looks so pissed and also a bit like he might cry. “And Kirishima! Why the fuck was he looking at me like that?! You fuck him too?!”

Your silence is the only answer he needs but as he now stomps down the hall the wheels in his head turn. The whole encounter was so weird and awkward that it makes him think. And the more he thinks, the more afraid he is to accept the truth. Hitting the button to the elevator, he looks back at you for the final time in his life.

“You fucked all of them, didn’t you?”

-Hitoshi Shinso, who cries on the drive home.

And last but not least!

Izuku Midoriya as The Unexpected Freak!

-Izuku Midoriya who is the smartest guy you know! The two of you had a few classes over the years and he carried you through quite a few of them. You always thanked him with coffee and sweet treats though so he never minded!

He’s such a cutie patootie! Although the two of you don’t see much of each other anymore seeing as he’s busy trying to complete his double major. You heard that he also does volunteer work on the weekends with kids and the elderly! How sweet is that?

-Izuku Midoriya, who does not hesitate to help you out when you ask him to tutor you for one of your finals. With the end of College right around the corner-you are desperate to pass.

-The two of you study for a while, although he finds himself a bit distracted. He heard about you and Shinso and well, Bakugo happened to tell him how much of a slut you are-you’ve slept with quite literally all of their friends. So he imagines sweet little you who has always seemed so cute and innocent completely fucked out beneath his friends, whining, begging for more.

Your perfume smells so sweet and flowery, you’re sitting closer than you ever have before. In a tight little shirt and pretty pink sweats that hug your thighs in the best way possible. I mean, how could he not be distracted?

-You ask him a question but he doesn’t answer-too zoned out on the pink lacy bra peeking out beneath your top. He can only see it because of how close you’re sitting and he blushes once he realizes you caught him staring!

“You okay Izuku?”

“Yeah…..I just wanna see something really quick”

-Izuku Midoriya, who has you on your knees mere minutes later-choking on his fat cock. Tears streaming down your face as you gag, attempting to pull off and breathe.

But he doesn’t let you, a firm grip of your hair is enough yo keep you in place. His large hands-that you were staring at earlier cup your head when he starts to fuck your mouth.

-The gargling and gagging noises are downright obscene as he fucks your throat roughly. Sniffles and whimpers as you try to catch whatever breath you can.

-Izuku Midoriya is quite vocal about the way you suck his cock, taking many moments to admire you. His dirty words and actions downright shock you. Who knew such a sweet boy had such a freaky little side to him??

“Mmm doing so good pretty girl, m’dick looks sooo good in your mouth”

“So sloppy baby. You like having your mouth stuffed, huh?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full pretty, such bad manners”

“Hah….look at you slurp this dick up. Never expected you to be so nasty yn”

-Izuku Midoriya who rubs his girthy, wet cock all over your face-slapping you with it lightly. He spreads it across, precum mixed with saliva and tears as he slaps the tip on your lips.

“So fucking nasty, bet you’d let me fuck your throat till’ you can’t talk anymore”

-“You look so pretty like this” His toes are curling as you guzzle him up, pulling off with a loud pop every now and then as you go give attention to his balls. “Shitshitshit gonna cum all over your messy face. Gonna ruin your pretty makeup, yeah?”

-“Ohhh yeah, just like that” He sighs in relief as he takes control again by pulling your hair, guiding you up and down. “You’re a good cocksucker….wish I knew that sooner”

-You’re sososo horny. Seeing someone so endearing act so filthy really has you going. You’re sucking him off like you’ll never get a taste of it again. You speed up your movements, flipping between downright suckling on the tip and swirling your tongue around it.

It seems to be working, judging by the way his knees (and dick) twitch. His moans get louder, breaths beginning to grow more shallow.

-Izuku Midoriya who begins jerking off before painting your face white with ropes of his hot cum, eyes stuck on the way your fingers pick up a bit of it and you lick them clean.

“S-shit. I needed that” He admits.

-Izuku Midoriya who promises that if you pass your final with a higher than 70 percent, he’ll fuck you!

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writtenbyan-aries · 11 months ago

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Summary: Kooks and Pogues don't really get along, but reader and Rafe make it work.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, fluff - Rafe is super clingy with you, secret relationship, flirting, secret texting, pogue!reader with possibly divorcing parents, kissing, lying to friends, sneaking off at a party, phone sex, masterbation, choking, biting, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected sex, filth

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You lay on your bed, smiling and giggling as you text back and forth with your very secret kook boyfriend, Rafe.

Yeah, yeah. Kooks and Pogues, they don't get along, blah blah.

But you and Rafe do.

Cannot wait to see you tonight, my beautiful girl. Did you pick out a dress for the party yet?

You bite down on your bottom lip, typing back a response to Rafe, Wouldn't you like to know, lover boy.

You tuck your phone back into your pocket and look up just as Kie walks in the door, "So tell me how we managed to get an invite to Sarah's party."

You sigh, "Okay. But you have to promise you won't get upset or tell anyone I told you."

She nods, "Ohh I like where this is going." She sits down on your bed, "Tell me."

"John B and Sarah are secretly seeing each other." You stare at her and she laughs, "What?"

You nod, "The only reason I know that is because I went over to hang out with John B and.. they must have lost track of time."

"Oh Jesus." Kie shakes her head, "I actually don't like where this is going."

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, I was actually shocked when I seen them, but honestly, after talking to them before she left." You shrug, "They seem to be really happy sigh each other."

Kie rolls her eyes, "Oh yeah. I'm sure."

You chew on your lip as your phone is one new message away from the secret you're hiding, too.

"Just.. let him tell you. Don't tell him I told you." You laugh, "As crazy at it seems, it seems to work."

"John B and Sarah Cameron?" She raises her brows, "That's just.. crazy to me. That would be like rafe and you."

Your heart skips a beat and you quickly push out a laugh, "Please." You roll your eyes, "Me and Rafe? That would never work, even if I wanted it to."

Kie looks at you and at this point, your heart is about to fall out of your ass.

She tilts her head, "I mean, I can say that Sarah is better than Rafe, I mean." She laughs slightly, "he's a psychopath." You force a laugh because you know that isn't true, for you at least.

Rafe is, literally on his hands and knees begging to see you.

He's good morning texts and last person you talk to before you go to sleep.

He's nothing like the Rafe they know.

Polar opposite.

"so I guess.. I'm just glad it's them two over the other option." Kie says and you look at her, "Oh yeah." You try not to seem nervous, "I'm happy for them, really."

She checks her phone, "Shit. I gotta go meet JayJ." She stands up, "I'll pick you up later? We can go to the party together."

You nod, "Okay." You watch as she leaves your room and you pull your phone out after hearing the front screen door shut.

A smirk grows across your lips as you read, Please. I miss my girl so much right now.

You get up, walking over to your closet as you type, Things been stressful lately?

You always loved how fast Rafe answers you.

No matter what he's doing, he makes sure to always answer.

You have no idea, baby. I haven't seen you, I need to feel you. Fuck, I miss you.

You have never seen a more softer side of Rafe. You honestly never really would, but to your surprise, you were the one who brought it out of him.

You are the only Pogue he'd ever really associate with in any other way. You have a way with him that even had himself questioning the whole thing for a while, but he got into you having control over him, too.

He still, now jokingly, is mean to you when you're around your other friends, only because he's mean to them, but you give it right back to him.

And he loves it, but pretends that he doesn't.

You pull your dress out of the closet and set it down to undress. You slip it on, giving yourself a look in the mirror, fixing it to make sure it shows your cleavage.

You snap a picture, typing a text before hitting send, Maybe you'll have to get me alone tonight so you can lift the back of this up, yeah?

You smirk at your screen, waiting for his text to pop up. You giggle as you read it, Was already on my mind, Princess.

You sit down on your bed and look at the time. You had to be ready in two hours. You bite your lip, shrugging as you start to type, Are you able to call me?

A few minutes later, your phone rings and you bring it to your ear as you answer, "Hey babe."

"What's goin' on Princess." Rafe asks with a laugh and you sigh, "Since you said you need me, too, I can't stop thinking about you."

"Ohh." Rafe sighs, "I see. I see. You want me to talk you through it, hmm?" You nod to yourself, "I do."

"Mm. Well you're lucky I got some free time."

You can hear Rafe getting up to shut his door and you smirk, dragging your dress up your thighs with your fingers.

"What are you doing right now?" Rafe asks, "Besides thinking about me."

You laugh slightly and smile, "I'm just pulling my dress up my legs."

"The one that I'm going to be pulling up later myself, huh?" Rafe asks and you sigh as you press your fingers onto your clothed clit, "Uh huh."

"Mm. That dress makes your boobs look incredible." You can hear the smirk in Rafe's voice and you giggle, "Thank you, baby."

"Are you rubbing that clit f'me, baby?" Rafe asks and you breathe out, "Yes." You slip your fingers into your panties and go back to rubbing.

"can't wait to fuckin' have you tonight." He groans, "You're going to look so good."

You slide your fingers down and dip them into your soaked cunt, "I'm so wet." You whisper out, a small moan escaping your lips.

"Fuck baby, you sound so sexy." Rafe groans quietly, "Goddamn."

You arch your back against your bed and squeeze your eyes shut, "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, baby." Rafe whispers, "Tell me what you're doing." He pauses, knowing you're still kind of shy to dirty talking, "You fingering that pussy?"

"Y-yes." You whimper out, looking down at your fingers slipping in and out of you, "Need you."

"You'll get me baby, I promise." There's a softer tone to his voice. Him being so vulnerable with you turns you on even more, "Fuck, I can't wait to feel it."

You grind your hips even more and gasp out, "R-Rafe." You whimper out, "S-so close."

"Come on baby." He sighs, "Just think about how good I'm going to feel inside of that tight little pussy tonight."

You moan in response and he chuckles, "There ya go, baby. Just think of me. No one fucks you like I do, yeah?"

"Fuck." You gasp out, knowing that he's right.

"Go on baby, say it." Rafe encourages and you pause as you think you hear the front screen door open and slam shut.

You gasp, whispering quickly, "Gotta go."

"Love you." Rafe says quickly and you smile, voice still low, "Love you."

You pull your dress down and stand up, locking your phone before walking towards the door, "Hello?"

"Oh it's just me, honey." Your mom yells and you sigh, "Thank god." You whisper, you lean out yelling back, "Okay."

You walk back into your room and sit back down on the bed, texting Rafe, Sorry. I heard someone come in. Wasn't sure who it was, but it was just my mom.

You sit up, moving over to start getting around for Sarah's party.

As you're doing your makeup, your phone goes off and you lean over to grab it. You smile as you see Rafe's name, Its all good, princess. Sarah came in asking me to move stuff right after we hung up.

You let out a sigh, Perfect timing then right?

You set your phone down and continue to get ready.

As you finishes getting around, you get a text from Kie, On my way. I'll let you know when I'm there.

You nod to yourself, I'm ready to go.

You stand up and walk over to grab your shoes. Once they're on, you make your way outside to wait.

As Kie pulls up, the boys lean out of the windows and yell at you. You laugh as you walk up to the passenger side of the car. Jj climbs into the back, giving you the seat.

"Aww." You say getting in and looking back at JJ, "How sweet of you."

He shrugs, "Ehh. Don't mention it."

You laugh and look at Kie, "Ready?" She asks giving you a thumbs up. You give her a thumbs up, "Hell yeah!"

You arrive to the party, parking next to the other cars. You get out, walking around and you look at the others as they gather, "So, what's the plan for if we get asked on why we're here?"

Your eyes move to John B and he shrugs. You nod, "Well just say that Sarah invited Kie and I and she said we can bring the others?"

They all look at each other and then back to you, "Sounds good to me." John B says and you all follow him towards the house.

You walk in, looking around for Rafe. You don't see him anywhere as you follow Kie. You make your way to the back and outside.

You managed to get drinks and you're finally able to get a sip.

"This place is packed." You say as you look around, a smirk instantly taking place on your lips as your eyes land on Rafe.

His eyes were glued to you, picturing what's under neath that dress.

"It's not bad out side." Kie says looking around and the boys walk up to you, chatting amongst themselves.

Kie scoffs, "Ugh. Rafe alert."

"And just how in the hell did the Pogue princess and her dwarves get an invite to my sister's party?" Rafe asks as he walks around to face the group.

His yellow shirt fitting tight again his body and the backwards head has you unable to fathom any thought that isn't dirty right now.

"Sarah invited Y/n and I." Kie speaks up and you blink, "Yeah, Rafe." You roll your eyes, "We're not awful people."

"My sister is in fact losing it." Rafe shakes his head, "Just don't get the fuckin' cops called, alright." His eyes move over you once more as he turns and he walks away.

You vowed with the group to never fall for a pogue, just like Rafe did with his other kook head friends.

But literally just one look and you were weak in the knees for him.

"Just don't get the cops involved alright." JJ mocks Rafe as he walks away, "Fuck off, man."

"Hey guys." Sarah says walking up to you, "I'm glad you're all here." You nod and look at John B and look back to Sarah, "Yeah thank you so much for inviting us."

She nods, "Anytime." She looks at John B and you knew that look. They were planning on sneaking off somewhere.

You smirk and lean up against the railing, "So is everyone invited or what?" Pope asks Sara with a laugh.

She rolls her eyes, "As soon as Rafe found out I was having a party, he was also having a party, so now we're sharing the space."

"What an asshole." John B rolls his eyes and you look behind Sarah, eyes locking onto Rafe. You tried so hard not to smile, you had to bring your cup to your mouth and look away.

You feel your phone vibrate and you know that's a queue to excuse yourself, "I'm going to go find the bathroom."

"I'll come with you." Kie says walking towards you.

You walk to the bathroom and you motion, "You can go first." She nods and goes in. You pull your phone from your small purse and pull your bottom lip between your teeth, Baby girl. You look so fucking good.

You tap back, glancing up at the door every now and then, Me? Let's talk about you in that shirt and backwards hat. You know that does it for me.

You lock your phone, hearing Kie rustle around in the bathroom. The door opens and you switch places with her.

You look down and lean against the wall as you read Rafe's texts, I know what it does to you babe. Partly why I wore it.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, Can't wait to get my hands on you. You toss your phone back into your bag and fix your hair before walking out.

You make your way down to get another drink and out to the backyard to find the others.

You look around, sipping from your cup and you can't help but smirk as you walk right by Rafe. His eyes trail on you the entire time you move past him.

You guys like fun little cat fights you do to keep things lowkey.

"Hey, wait a sec.." Rafe calls out and you stop, slowly turning around, "Are you talking to me?" You point to yourself and Rafe nods, "Yeah, Miss Pogue princess."

He steps towards you, "I'm talking to you."

You bite the inside of your lip to keep from smiling. You knew he hates pretending to be mean, but it was still fun for you.

If you're gonna ask why in here, ask your sister, Rafe. I already told you." You roll your eyes and he shakes his head, "Nah, nah. Nothing like that. Listen." He walks up to you and he leans in, voice really low, "Look, I'll try to hide it better, but we both know that I'm madly in love with you."

He leans back and smirks and you purse your lips, taking a step back as you flick him off and smile before turning away.

You make your way back to the others and you look around, "Where's John B?"

"Said he was going to get another drink." Pope shrugs, "But that was like almost ten minutes ago."

Kie looks at you and you tilt your head, nodding slightly. You basically confirmed you were thinking the same thing.

"What was that?" Pope motions between you and Kie, "That girl thing you just did?"

"You're losin' it Pope." You laugh and shake your head, "Oh here they come." You motion to JJ and John B, "Pope was worried."

They laugh and sit down next to him on the chairs. You look down at your empty cup, "I'm gonna go get a refill."

As you walk away, you pull your phone out of your bag and block the sides with your hands, I'm thinking about you right now.

You smirk, glancing up as you make your way into the house, I don't blame you.

You tuck your phone back into your bag and walk over to the drink table. You pour a drink and take a minute to stand where there really isn't anyone around.

Rate responds, Do you think you can make it to my room without anyone seeing you?

Your heart skips with excitement, I'll make it happen.

You put your phone into your purse and set your cup down. You carefully make your way towards the steps and said a few seconds before you head up.

You've snuck info Rafe's house just about as many times as you have snuck into his, so you knew exactly where his room is.

You look behind you as you grow closer to his room. You stop and open the door, biting your lip when he turns around to see you.

You walk in, shutting the door with your back to it. He walks over to you, "How's my girl doin'? Hmm." His hands slide up your hands and neck to cup your cheeks, "My fuckin' beautiful girl."

You smile and purse out your lips. He presses his to yours, smooching them a few times, "I missed you." He pulls you in and wraps his arms around you.

You wrap your arms around him and let out a sigh, "I'm glad we can manage to sneak away like pros." You laugh and Rafe nods, he looks down at you, "Did you get off earlier?"

You shake your head, "Nope."

He smiles, "I can help you with that." He winks and slides his hand down to yours, grabbing it and leading you over to his bed.

His eyes scan down over the dress that's hugging your body and he shakes his head, "I wanna rip this thing off of you."

"Later?" You bite your lip and he tilts his head, "Twice in one night, huh?" You bite your lip and nod, "Lucky you."

You lay back and smile up at him and he pulls the fabric up over your thighs, "Show me what you were doing earlier, princess."

You comply, even though you want him to be the one touching you.

You spread your legs and pull your panties to the side, your fingers finding their way onto your clit like before.

Rafe's eyes are glued to your fingers drawing circles on yourself, whimpering and moaning as you press harder.

Rafe inserts a finger into your cunt, slowly curling it and your eyes roll back as you moan, "Rafe."

"This what you wanted?" Rafe sits down next to you, dinner slowly sliding in and out of you, "Hmm? You want me to make you cum?"

You nod quickly, "Fuck yes yes yes."

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours and he sallows your moans, "as much as I wanna hear them pretty little sounds, you gotta be quiet, okay?"

You nod, biting down on your lip as he inserts another finger. You gasp, looking down at his hand between your thighs, "Fuck."

You clench around his fingers, grinding your hips down as you rub back and forth on your clit, "Fuck fuck fuck."

You whimper quietly, bucking your hips as Rafe guides you through your high, "Good job, princess." He presses a kiss to your forehead and stands up, "Now roll over so I can push this dress up."

You smirk and roll over into your elbows and knees.

You lean over slightly and look back at him. You watch as he undoes his belt to his pants. You wiggle your hips and he smirks, shaking his head, "You know.." Rafe starts out.

You tilt your head, "What do I know?"

He smirks, "You're pretty fucking sexy for a Pogue."

You can feel your cheeks turning red and you nod, "You're pretty fucking sexy for a kook." You smirk and he walks up, sliding his hands up under the fabric of your dress.

"You're not good for me." Rafe squeezes your hips and you push them back towards him. He presses his hips against you, his hard cock pressing into you, "But baby I cannot fucking help but want you."

Your lips part as he pushes your dress up over your ass, exposing it to him. He gives both of your cheeks a squeezes before delivering a smack to each one.

You win, biting down on your lip. You look back at him and he leans up over you, "You got that best pussy ever."

You smile and gasp as you feel your underwear get slowly pulled down. His fingers brush against your soaked cunt and he bites down on his lip, "you're fuckin' dripping for me princess."

You take an excited breath, "Like I said, I've been needing you."

"I'm not gonna make you wait any longer, baby. Okay?" Rafe pushes his hands down and rubs his hands over your ass cheeks.

You rest your head against the bed when you feel the head of his cock press against your cunt. A moan is ripped from your lips as he pushes into you.

"Ahh, baby.." he groans out quietly, "Don't wanna get caught now do ya?"

"N-no." You whimper out, pushing your hips back to meet each of his thrusts. "fuck fuck fuck." You reach back and Rafe grabs your wrist, pinning it to your lower back.

"So fucking right." Rafe pants out, continuing to slam his cock into you.

"Fu-Fuck.." you whine, squeezing his cock, "Rafe, baby. Shit. Shit." You moan and squeeze his cock one last time before you let go.

Your hand goes to your mouth as you try to muffle the moans you have no control over.

Rafe pushes your dress up, moving it out of the way before he pulls out, spilling his cum onto your back, "Goddamn."

You sigh, "Uh huh."

"Alright, baby. Don't move for me, okay?" Rafe says and you nod, watching as he goes and gets you something to wipe you off with.

He comes back and gets behind you again, "So I was thinking."

"Uh oh." You tease, "What were you thinkin' about?"

He stands up to get dressed and you roll over onto your side to look at him.

Rafe looks down at you, "Run away with me."

You blink a few times and shake your head, "What did you just say?"

Rafe laughs, reaching down to caress your cheek, "You heard me." You tilt your head into is hand, actually considering that it would be nice to spend at least one day together without getting any interruptions.

"No." You shake your head, "We can't do that."

Rafe shrugs, "Why not?"

You stare at him as you try and come up with an answer, but you can't think of anything, "Fuck."

Rafe walks up to you, "See." He chuckles, "Just imagine one week, some place where it's just you and I."

You chew on your lip, thinking for a second, "Rafe, I gotta tell you something." You lay your hands on his chest, "I can't leave."

He presses a kiss to your lips and Whines, "You won't regret this."

You smile slightly but quickly frown, "I need to be here for my mom. They're talking divorce and I just need to be here incase he just decides to leave."

"Oh baby." Rafe grabs your head and presses his lips to your forehead, "I'm sorry." You let out a sigh, "It's okay. You didn't do anything."

"No I know, but if I had known, I wouldn't have been there more for you." He runs his hands through your hair and sighs, "Are you.. I mean not alright but.."

You nod, smiling slightly, "Just you nonstop talking to me helps."

"I can come over later and you can just talk? Yeah?" He looks at you and you nod, trying not to cry, "Please?" Your voice is low and it makes him frown, "Of course, baby. anything you need."

He presses a kiss to your lips and you smile, "Then maybe once everything is settled we do that little thing you were talking about." You wink and he just smirks as he watches as you walk over to the door.

As you open it to go out, you ear JJ and Pope coming up the steps. You step back in and push the door shut, "Shit."

You look at Rafe and he gives you a confused look, "What's going on?"

"Pope and JJ, I think they're looking for me." You cover your mouth to conceal your laughter and Rafe puts his shirt back on, "Closet."

You look from Rafe to the open closet and sigh, "Okay." You walk over and step in, leaning forward to close the door.

You listen and hear knocking on Rafe's door. He walks over and opens it, "Man you guys are actually searching to get your asses kicked tonight, aren't ya?"

You smirk slightly and you hear JJ ask, "Where's y/n?"

"Why the fuck would I know where y/n is?" Rafe shoots back and JJ, being JJ, "Because if she were to go missing you're the first person I'd look into."

"Well, she's not up here. So good luck with that case, Detective Douchebag." Rafe says and you cover your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Detective Douchebag. Good one.

"She's probably just outside somewhere." Pope says urging JJ to leave.

"Yeah, outside. Where you should be instead of bothering me." Rafe says, "Oh. And when you find her, tell I said she looks hot for a Pogue."

"What the fuck did you just say?" JJ says and you can hear Pope calming him down, "Relax. He's just doing it on purpose. Come on."

Rafe closes the door and you emerge from the closet, "Did you really have to add the last part?"

He laughs, "I mean.. you are hot." He winks, and you know I have to fuck with them. I hate them, not you."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, "I don't hate you either." You lean up and press your lips to his, "See ya later?"

His hands move to your waist and he tilts his head, "Um, that's a dumb ass question."

You laugh, "I was just double checking."

"I know." He smirks and kisses your cheek, "Let me check is the coast is clear." He peaks his head out and waves for you to come out.

You peck his lips and smile, "I love you."

He smiles, pinching your chin gently, "I love you."

You quickly make your way down the steps and half way down you realize you don't have your panties on.

You ignore it and make your way back to the drink table to get a new one. You pull your phone out, quickly texting Rafe, Do you happen to know where my panties are?

You put your phone back in your purse and you make your way through the crowded house to find your friends, "Hey."

"Where have you been?" Kie asks and you motion, "Oh I got sidetracked by-" you stop talking when you see Rafe walk out and you sigh, "I'm actually not feeling well. I think I'm going to walk home."

"I can drive you?" She steps towards you and you shake your head, "No it's fine."

"Are you sure? What's going on?" She leans in, "Are you okay?"

You nod, "Yeah, yeah. I just have a lot going on right now." You swore you'd never use it at an excuse, but you really didn't want them mad at you for seeing Rafe, "My mom and dad got into it again today about divorcing and just tensions are high.."

she nods, "Yeah, no. I completely understand." She lays a hand on your shoulder, "Call me if you need anything."

You nod, "I will. Thank you."

She smiles and your turn, walking down off the deck. You can hear Kie start to explain what you told her but their voices fade the further away you get.

You get your phone out of your bag and smile when you see Rafe's text, Yeah, I do actually.

You type the screen, Can I know where they are please?, resting your phone down as you continue to walk. your phone buzzes in your hand and you bring it up.

My left pants pocket.

A tingle courses through your body and you tilt your head, Not gonna lie. That's hot as fuck.

You bite your lip as you look back towards the house. You look down at your phone, I'm actually walking home right now, so if you wanna meet me there?

You hit send and keep walking.

It hits you that since he knows about your parents along with your friends, they'll all try to come at once time and you really don't want to see that.

you stop, going to text Rafe but a car pulls up beside you, coming to a stop. You look over and see Rafe as the window goes down.

You quickly get in and look at him, "What are you doing?"

He shrugs, "I don't need you walking home looking like that." He nods toward your body and you smirk, "So sweet of you."

You sigh, "Actually. I can't go home."

He starts to drive and gives you a confused look, "Why?" You laugh slightly, "Because my dumb ass told Kie that was my leaving for leaving, so they're probably going or, if not already on their way to my house now."

"And you don't want them knowing about us, hmm?" He lays a hand on your thigh, "I get it, baby." He glances at you, "Where do you want to go?"

You laugh, "Anywhere that I can come up an excuse for tomorrow."

Rafe gives your thigh a squeeze, "I know just the place." He bites his bottom lip and looks at you and you nod, "Let's go."

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darlingyougotthis · 2 years ago

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I Got You Darlin’

Elvis Presley x Reader

(Part 2)

Priscilla is not included in this story. I appreciate how important she is in Elvis’ life but for the purposes of this story I will not be including her. Also, I will be referring to some of the scenes from Baz Luhrmann’ Elvis movie. This is for context and to elaborate on the timeline of the story.

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1955

Over the 21 days that Elvis was gone you tried to keep yourself distracted from missing him, but nothing worked. Of course, you still had your work in the diner to keep you busy but that only occupied some much of your time. You had tried reading, but you missed having Elvis there to read to you as you lay against his chest. Your tried listening to the radio, but they would play Elvis’ songs, and as much you loved hearing his voice it made you miss him more. You spent a lot of time with Gladys, listening and laughing to the stories she would tell you about Elvis growing up. You found nights the hardest. Before Elvis left you would spend your nights talking to him on the phone or spending time at his house, listening to him play his guitar and singing, or sitting on the sofa together talking until it was time for Elvis to drive you home.

Now, you spend your nights missing him.

Elvis kept to his promise and called you every day. He would tell you all about his shows and how people (especially the girls) reacted to him when he was on stage, “It’s insane, Sweetheart. I mean these girls, they go crazy. Screamin’ my name and throwin’ all sorts of stuff on stage,” he said with a chuckle. Hearing this didn’t worry you though, you trusted Elvis with all your heart, and you knew he would never betray you. You let out a small giggle and replied “It sounds like they are really enjoying the show, E” “I think they are, Baby. Coronel has even given me more time to sing in the show.” You could hear the excitement in his voice which made you to smile, “That’s great, E! I’m so proud of you.”

Elvis could hear the happiness in your voice. God, he missed you so much. He sighed and sat on the hotel bed and looked around the room. He realised, in that moment, he was completely alone, and he would’ve given anything to have you there with him. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Elvis? Darling? You still there?” “Yeah, Doll. Sorry. I’m still here,” “You, okay? You’ve went awfully quiet?” He heard the concern in your voice. He let out another sigh, running his hand through his hair. “I just – I. I wish you were here, ya know. I’m missin’ you so damn much Baby. I mean, I’m grateful for this opportunity n’all and I’m lovin’ being on the stage, but I’m so goddamn lonely and being away from you is killin’ me, Honey. I just wish you were here with me, so that when I look out into the audience, I could see you’re there.” The sadness in his voice as he spoke, broke your heart. You closed your eyes trying to hold back your tears. You held the phone tightly in your hand as you let out a shaky breath before speaking, “Elvis, no matter where you are in this world, no matter how close or far away you are, I will always be with you. Even when you can’t see me, I’m always going to be right there, in your heart. I miss you so much and I cannot wait for the day you come home. But until then, every time you feel lonely, I want you to place your hand over your heart and tap it three times. That will remind you, that even though you can’t see me, I am there with you and that I love you so much. Okay?” You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore; they rolled down your cheeks as you waited for him to answer. Elvis nodded his head despite you being unable to see it and whispered “Okay, Baby.” He opened his mouth to say something else when a knock came to his door interrupting him and a voice shouted “Come on, EP. It’s time to go!” Elvis closed his eyes and removed the phone from his ear before shouting in return, “Yeah, I’ll be there in minute!” He sighed and brought the phone back up to his ear, “Honey, I gott-…” “I know, it’s okay.” “I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.” “Speak to you tomorrow, I love you, E.”

After that phone call, Elvis remembered what you had told him to do and after every performance he would hold his hand over his heart and tap three times. He had girls falling at his feet, screaming his name, waiting outside his hotel room but his mind never strayed from you. Not once. Many had thrown themselves at him but he’s politely turn them down. He had your heart and you had his and nothing would stand in the way of that.

But some people tried.

One night after his performance Elvis found himself standing alone in middle of the carnival, deep in thought. His life, in the last few weeks had changed so much. He being all the way in Florida and family back in Memphis. The girls. The shows at night and the travelling during the day. He was overwhelmed by it all. He wanted to make his Mama proud. And you. When it came to you, Elvis wanted to give you the world. You supported him and stood by him through all of this and he wanted to show how much he appreciated you. He was pulled out his thoughts by Bill calling his name and pointing him in the direction of the fun house. Elvis smiled and ran to catch up with them laughing as they all entered. They reached the mirror maze and somehow Elvis found himself separated from the others. He moved around confused, touching the mirrors trying to find a way out. His confusion turned to surprise as he saw the Colonel appear in the mirror front of him, “Lost my boy?” Elvis stepped forward, “Colonel Parker?” but the Colonel’s cane tapped Elvis’s shoulder making him spin around. “You seem lost,” “I guess I am.” Elvis chuckled. “Ah. Yes. The roar of the audience. The life on the road. And then calling home to you loved pretending nothing has changed, when everything has…Yes. Lost.” Elvis stared at the Colonel for a second, taking in his words. How could he have known what he was thinking? Elvis shook his head slightly and played off his surprise at the Colonel’s words. “I’m sorry, Sir. I mean I don’t know the way out.” He said as he gestured around him. “Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. I saw you. Apart from all the others. Burdened. Like you don’t know how to get out of this.” The Colonel paced around Elvis as he spoke, stopping in front of him. “But I do.” He then reached down and pushed open a door and walked through it. Curiously, Elvis followed. The Colonel proceeded to show him around behind the carnival, showing him the people and explaining how he perfected the art of the ‘snow job’.

He took Elvis up on the Ferris Wheel and told him how he could make him a star. Promising him, RCA, Hollywood, movies, television. Elvis was hooked on every word. Until, “To achieve truly great things, one must make truly great sacrifices. Meaning, you will need to be free of any ‘entanglements’.” Elvis knew what the Colonel was referring too. Or most important, who. “Colonel. No disrespect, Sir but I can’t do that.” His heart was pounding in his chest, he swore it was going to burst out. “My boy, show business is snow business. The fans must believe that you are always available.” Elvis shook his head and clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry, Colonel Parker. She’s, my girl. I love her. She has stood by me through all this. I’m not leaving her. There must be another way.” Elvis looked down and closed his eyes. Losing you would break him. Colonel Parker stared at Elvis for a moment, he could see how serious this was to him. How serious you were to him. He had no choice but to compromise with Elvis on this. “I believe there may be another way. However, it was will require sacrifice for the both of you.” Elvis picked his head up to look at Colonel Parker as he listened to the proposal.

You had been sitting with the Presley family when Elvis called. He was coming home tomorrow and you couldn’t have been more delighted. Gladys too. That was all she spoke about. She had truly missed her son so much. As proud as she was of him, she wanted him home safely. You couldn’t blame her. You felt the same. It had a long time without him around. The phone sat on a table in the hallway next to the sitting room. When the phone rang, Gladys jumped out her seat to answer it. While Gladys spoke to Elvis, you made conversation with Vernon and Elvis’ Grandmother discussing your work and Elvis’ return. Suddenly you heard Gladys say “She’s right here.” She removed the phone from her ear and leaned around the doorway, “He wants to talk to you, Sweetie.” You stood up and thanked her, taking the phone from her and holding it up to your ear. She sat back down to give you space to talk with Elvis. “Hello Elvis.” “Hey, Baby. How are you?” You smiled when you heard his voice. “I’m good, Honey. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait to see you either, Doll. You better be waitin’ for me when I get home.” He laughed. “Of course, I’ll be here. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” You replied with a light laugh. “Good, cause I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He said cheekily. “Elvis!” You scolded with a giggle. “Your parents are in the next room. Behave.” You whisper yelled to him. You heard him laughing on the other end of the phone. “Sorry, Doll. Just can’t help myself.” He responded in a low, quiet voice. “It’s been too long since I held you.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks at the thought of Elvis holding you in the way that he does. He likes to bring you as close to him as possible, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest. You’d have one hand on his chest and the other around his shoulder. He’d rest his head on the top of your head as you rested yours against his shoulder. You’d be standing so close you could feel him breathing. It calmed you. When Elvis had you in his arms it was as if only you two existed. You couldn’t wait to feel that again. “It has been a while, E. You’re home tomorrow though, and I’ll hold you and never let go. Ever.” You laughed. “I look forward to it, Baby.” He replied.

“C’mon Loverboy! If you wanna make get home by tomorrow we gotta leave now.” Scotty called. Elvis turned around and held up his finger telling he’d be there in a second. “Listen, Baby. I gotta go. But I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you” “Love you too, Honey.” You hung up the phone and made your way through to Vernon and Gladys. You sat down with a smile. “Someone’s happy. What did he say?” Vernon stated looking to you. That he can’t wait to get hands on me. “Oh, nothing much. Just about how excited he is about coming home.” You answered sweetly. Vernon smiled and glanced down at his watched, “Oh my. Look at the time. I need to get you home.” You nodded and rose from you seat straightening your dress as you do so. “Goodbye, Mrs Presley. Thank you for a lovely dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say as you hug Gladys. “Goodbye, sweetie. See you then.” You then followed Vernon out to the car and got in the passenger seat.

“Thank you for driving me home, Mr Presley.” You thanked him when he pulled up outside your house. “No problem. Goodnight, dear.” “Goodnight, Mr Presley.” You walked up the steps to your home and gave Vernon a wave as he drove off. You spent the night tossing and turning unable to sleep with excitement. When morning arrived, you got yourself ready in Elvis favourite outfit, and styling your hair just the way he liked it before bouncing downstairs. “Morning, Daddy.” You said as you skipped past him. “Morning, Pumpkin.” He replied, lifting his eyes from the newspaper for a brief second to respond. “Good morning, Mama.” You greeted her as you entered the kitchen. “Good morning, Dearest. Today is the day, isn’t it?” “Yes, Mama. He is coming home today. I can’t wait to see him.” You beamed at her. You heard a horn blast from outside. “That’s Vernon hear for you, Pumpkin.” Your father called from the front room. You hugged both your parents before running out the door to the car.

In a few minutes Elvis would be home. You could barely contain your excitement as you stood at the window with Gladys and Vernon waiting for his car to arrive. It felt like an eternity before you saw the flash of the yellow vehicle making it way down the road. Your eyes lit up and you gasped, “He’s home,” and turned to Mr and Mrs Presley with a smile. “Come along Sweetie.” Gladys said as she made her way to the door. You all headed outside, you walking behind Mr and Mrs Presley. As you walked down the last of the steps you heard the car door close. The sound made you look up. Your heart swelled as you watched Elvis practically run to Gladys and envelope her in his arms. “Hey. Hey. No tears. I’m home now, Satnin.” You overheard him say to his mother as she cried into his shoulder. He held her for a moment more before turning his attention to his father. “Hey, Daddy.” “Hey, Son. We’ve missed ya.” Vernon said as he pulled Elvis in for a hug patting him on the back “I’ve missed everyone too.” They let go of one another as Elvis finally turned to you. “There’s my girl!”

Elvis made his way towards you and when he finally reached you, he pulled you close to him. Closer than he’d ever held you. He buried his face your hair taking in the smell of your perfume. His hands found your hips and yours wrapped around his shoulders and gripped the shirt he was wearing. You both stood like that for a while. Embracing one another. Neither one wanting to let go. “I’ve missed you so much, Baby.” Elvis muttered into hair. “I’ve missed you too, E. It wasn’t the same while you were gone. I am so glad you’re home.” You said as you pulled away, you brought your head up to look at him. He mimicked your action and brought his head up to look at you. He moved his gaze from your eyes to your lips and without hesitation he leaned in and placed his lips on yours. He tightened his grip on your hips and pulled you in to him. You hands found their way to chest. Your lips moved together in perfect sync, like they were made to fit together. Elvis pulled back slightly to rest his forehead on yours and whispered, “I’ve missed doing that.” You giggled and said “I’ve missed you doing that.” bringing your lips to his once more for a quick peck. He gave you a smile and wink before walking back to the car to help his father collect his things.

Once you were all back inside, Gladys made her way to the kitchen to start making lunch for everyone. You went to assist her but Elvis had another idea. He grabbed you hand, lead you to his room and closed the door, slightly. “Elvis. What are you doing?” you asked as he guided you over the bed and you both sat facing each other. “I just wanted some time alone with you.” You smiled at this and squeezed his hand that was still holding yours. “So, did you enjoy your time on the road?” You asked. “Most of it. The shows were great, ya know. The audience loved it and so did The Colonel.” He responded looking at you. “Sounds incredible, E.” You expressed. “It was. The Colonel told me he could make me a star. Sayin’ things like if he represented me exclusively, I could be in movies and on television and get recording contracts.” His eye were now focused on the your hand that was wrapped in his. “Elvis. This all sounds amazing.” He nodded at you and stood up, letting go of you hand. “It does, Baby. I mean it is great…”He paced the room before turning his back to you. “But,”

“But what Elvis?”

“It means things will to need change…with us.”

Hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. I’ll put a post up announcing when I’m going to post Part 3 soon. 😊

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arobinwithoutbatman · 18 days ago

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"Ciao stella mia."

Greeted the man of flowy long, blond hair that reached around the middle of his back as he visited his old love, looking down at the features he knew so well, the blue eyes that faded over the years, but that he worked to restore and conserve every time he visited, the lines of time didn't mark his beloved's face so deep that was perceptible, but he knew the small ones between his brows from frowning, the ones at the corners of his lips that showed whenever he smiled and that sort of were softened by how his genes granted him with a more youthful look than his years, the dark hairs that grew longer and was cut short as their years together came and gone. His friend, boyfriend, affair, beau, fobidden romance eventually turned into fiancé and finally, husband.

"How're you doing, my midnight birb? Sorry it took me this long to come by." Dio knelt and sat on the grass to join and talk. "I... had to attend another service. Lio's going to be joining you very soon, so you better take care of him, okay?"

Three hundred years... no one should be allowed to live this long while still nurturing a heart capable of feeling human, but he did. Dio did. He still patrolled every night, kept Gotham safe despite the waves of support and hate that came and went about its vigilantes, kept the legends alive; and during daytime lent his strength to the many causes he knew his beloved and his family would've liked to see grow beyond their years. Three hundred year and he still strived for the betterment of all around him despite his own conditions being, now, undeniable and irreversable, all shown in the lines that covered his face and body and how he didn't age anymore.

"I brought us some coffee and those brownies you like. Yeah, yeah, I know. I shouldn't live out on coffee and brownies, but it's Valentine's. You could give me a break about it." He searched in the bag that was by his side and pulled the lunchbox and travel can out to show it, followed by a small bouquet of forget-me-nots, roses, lilies and lavander flowers, and a book — so antiquate to still use paperbacks at this time and age, but the tactile feeling helped him a lot more than Dio was capable of consciously acknowledge. "Do you mind being my double today? I want to spend some time with you."

Of course the photo on the tombstone couldn't respond his questions, but he knew the answers. He always knew, even when Tim was by his side, alive and well, because they communicated and taught each other their languages, body and verbal. An unlikely couple he knew they were at the time they got together, even when they exchanged vows, but there was no regrets in all the many years they spent together, not for Dio. Even their limited number of fights, he cherished the memories of those too.

The city grew under their eyes, never perfect, but Gotham was... better when they were together. It had a boom of advancement in Medicine, technology, infra-structure, modernized its many public services and gave better living conditions to the people working in it, and even now, it still had the fruits of what they sowed growing in its walls. They did it, working tirelessly day and night to keep a dream alive, together, and now Dio carried all those wishes on his shoulders and offered his help willingly to those who needed it despite the risks and the corruption that still tried to get through the cracks of their defenses.

"You know... I don't know if there's such a thing as reincarnation, but if there is, I want you to know that I'll be here waiting for you, forever." He smiled and stroked the photo on the stone as if it was Tim himself. "And I hope we meet again. I'll be here waiting for you and protecting Gotham until then and even after."

((I am legitimately unable to answer this, both Tim and I have too many feelings that cannot be translated into words. This is beautiful and melancholic and we are both screaming))

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 1 year ago

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Gale has a terrible, no good, very bad day. Thea decides to help in an unconventional way. NSFW.

If he was being honest, Gale found that most of the days on their adventure had been good. Today, however, was not one of those days. Fat. Middle aged. Can’t keep up. Not hitting the target enough. Putting her in danger. Gods, if anything happens to her because of me, I…

“Meow?”

Is that a cat? That surely cannot be Tara because she would’ve announced herself with an energetic, “Mr. Dekarios!” He pulled the flap of his tent and, as he predicted, the cat was not Tara the tressym. It was an orange tabby with bright green eyes. Funny, that’s the exact color of Thea’s eyes. “Hello there! Are you lost, little one? Come in, come in.”

The cat meowed happily and walked in, waiting for Gale in an excited way. A cat excited about a person is very strange, though perhaps that is simply how this lovely cat is.

He went back to sitting on his bedroll, and the cat followed. Seems to be waiting for me to say something? Very curious. “I don’t know why you’re here, my friend, but I’m happy for the company.” The cat began to purr and climbed onto his lap. He laughed nervously. “Want a cuddle, do you? I suppose that’s alright. You’re awfully cuddly, aren’t you, sweetness?” He starched behind the cat’s ears, the purring growing louder. “You know, this is just what I needed. I had, quite frankly, an awful day. Every day on this journey I’m feeling my age more and more. And look at me!”

His parasite tingled.

I do see you, Gale, and I, quite frankly, love what I see.

Thea?!?!?!

Yeah! Hi! Sorry, I didn’t mean to like…be weird or anything. When we got back, you just seemed so fucking sad, and I had no idea why. I felt so bad, love. So I thought, “Well, Gale likes cats, and I can wildshape into one in seconds, maybe that would make him feel better.” So…I did that! Yup. The cat stared up at Gale with what he thought were adorably pleading eyes.

My love, you are the most thoughtful and sweetest woman in the realm. And it’s not weird! I’m still very interested in learning more about the magic behind wildshape.

I just…do it. I know that’s not the most helpful, but I’d say it’s the most accurate. At least for me! Maybe Halsin could explain it better. Anyways, if you want me to change back, I can.

Absolutely not. Unless you want to, of course! I don’t know how comfortable you are…

Thea practically began to vibrate with purrs in his lap. Are you fucking kidding me? I’m a cat in a nice, warm, soft lap. This is heaven, Gale love.

He chuckled softly, scratching behind her ears. Darling, you may stay in heaven for as long as you’d like. Then a thought slowly dawned on him. Oh shit. The glamour—

Gale, please—

One moment!

You look better with it off!

He stopped just short of his earring. I…do?

Yes. Well, I think so. You’re very handsome either way, but I prefer you like this. You’re just so snuggly, and I love that.

Gale blinked. Snuggly? I don’t think I’ve ever had that word associated with me at any point in my life. I will…take that as the compliment I hope it is.

Gale, of course it’s a compliment! Listen, I know that I’m literally the last person who should be saying any of this, but you’re very, very, very handsome. I love how soft you feel…it makes me want to hug you more than I already do. The gray in your hair is gorgeous, makes you look so distinguished. You’re hot. That’s all there is to it, love!

He laughed. Thea darling, I’m not quite sure how to respond to all of that. However, I will say that I’m pleased that I make you feel that way.

I’ll show you “pleased” Mr. Of Waterdeep! Thea leapt off his lap and then reverted to her quite beautiful wood elf form. “Sorry, I just need to do this!” She scooched over to him and then threw soft arms around him. “I love you no matter what you look like, okay? But as you are, right now, in this exact moment, you are perfect. To me, you are perfect. Perfect as you are.”

He motioned for them to lay down, which they did face-to-face, their fingers entwined. “I’ll take your word for it and hope that you know that it applies to you as well. You are stunning. You take my breath away. You arouse such feeling in me, my love. What I feel for you is more than anything I’ve ever felt towards anyone, mortal or immortal.” A wry smile tugged at his lips. “I love you no matter what you look like. As you are right now, in this exact moment, you are perfect. To me, you are perfect. Perfect as you are, dearest.”

They moved closer together, enough that their noses touched. Her bright green eyes (I know those anywhere, my love) met his brown ones. She felt one of his hands caress the softness of her wide hips, as one of hers rubbed one of his lovehandles. “I love you, Gale.”

“Love you too, sweetness.”

They shared a quick kiss and stayed lying like that for some time before Thea spoke. “I don’t think you’re that old either, if I’m being honest.”

Gale rolled his eyes. “Darling, you’re a wood elf and a druid on top of that. Of course, forty isn’t going to be that old to someone like you! But to me, it simply means my youth has passed.” Fat. Middle aged. Physically unfit. Thea loves it. Thea loves me. She loves me as I am. To her I’m perfect. “Ah, but with age comes wisdom, I suppose, so it can’t be that bad.”

She stuck her tongue out at Gale and made a valiant attempt to look angry but alas, she only looks more adorable. “A wood elf and druid I may be, but I am only thirty! And you’re not that bloody old even for a human. I mean, Elminster Aumar’s like twelve hundred right?” She grinned at him. “Surely Gale of Waterdeep could figure out how to live a few hundred years?”

His expression was playful with more than little seriousness. “Challenge accepted, my dear. While I get to work on that, there’s something more immediate, more pressing, one might say, that I need to see to.” The hand on her hip slowly drifted up to an unbelievably perfect breast, gently kneading it. “I find this to be a quite serious distraction.”

“Do you now?” She teased, bringing a long leg over his hip. “Is this also distracting?”

His lips met hers in a somewhat sloppy kiss, the hand on her breast continuing to knead. “Quite. Might I suggest—” He was silenced with a kiss and a squeeze of his side. “What? Is something wrong?” Gods, have I overstepped? I don’t think I have. She would have it written all over her face if I did.

Any hint of teasing left her face, though she was smiling. “If you ask something of me, then I’d like to ask something of you too, love.”

I’m not sure what she’s getting at, but I’ll play along. “Of course, but I only wondered if you’d take your shirt off.”

She moved to sit up and remove her shirt, revealing what Gale had longed to see---porcelain skin covered in freckles and a large, soft belly and equally large breasts. Gods be good, she’s even more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Thea, you are a goddess. “Now you.” She whispered as she lay back down.

“As the lady requests, so it shall be done.” he said as nonchalantly as possible, ignoring his heart threatening to beat through his chest. She thinks I’m perfect. She thinks I’m handsome. I trust her judgment on so many things, so why not this? “Here goes…” Sitting up, he took a deep breath before taking his shirt off.

He was not prepared for the gasp that escaped Thea.

“Oh my gods, you’re so hot!” She squeaked, her hands over her also perfect mouth and green eyes wide. “I bet she never told you you’re hot! Well, you are!” Suddenly, she grinned and reached for him. “Come here, love!” As the lady commands! He resumed his former position, their bodies pressed against each other. A look of wonder graced Thea’s face as she ran her hands over his hairy chest that made Gale’s heart skip a beat. “You feel amazing…”

“So do you.” He captured her with a passionate kiss, a hand running up and down her pillowy upper arm. “How would you like it if I kissed every freckle on your gorgeous body, o goddess of mine?” As her cheeks turned red, he chuckled. “One must be able to take compliments when one is so willing to give them, my sweet.”

Shaking her head, she said shyly, “I’m not a goddess. I’m just me.”

Gale shook his head vehemently. “You are. I happen to be an expert on such matters—”

“Mhmm.”

“And I can say with one hundred percent certainty that you are, in fact, a goddess.”

“I-I’m not.” Her entire upper half is blushing. Goodness gracious, she’s so beautiful. “I’m a normal—”

“Not normal, extraordinary. Extraordinary in every way.” He kissed her, slowly at first and then more heated. “Please allow me to show you why you are deserving of worship, darling. Please.” He tugged on her lower lip, noting how she moaned. Perfect. Moan more for me. “Please, my beauty.”

She nodded wordlessly.

He tutted at her affectionately. “No, sweetness. Use your words.”

Gale did not know how it was possible for his beloved to turn redder, but she did. “I-I…I want…” She trailed off as her gaze returned to his plump, hairy chest. In every part of her life, she seems so confident and sure of herself. But in this arena, she’s so shy. Maybe I should take the lead.

Tipping her chin up, his brown eyes met hers. “Would you like me to touch you?”

“Yes.”

That’s a start! His other hand untied her trousers and slipped inside her underwear. He imagined a mass of ginger curls at the apex of her thighs based on what he felt. “May I touch you here?”

“Gods, yes.”

Smirking, his long fingers circled her clit, causing her to moan. “That’s it, darling. There’s a good girl.” While this is greatly enjoyable, I think a change of position might make things easier. He withdrew his fingers. Oh, she is not happy. Don’t worry, my love! “Lie on your back, sweetness.” Still blushing, she did as she was told. “Good girl. You are so worthy of devotion…let me show you…”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled, reaching for her trousers. “And maybe I should show you the rest of me. That’s if you want—"

Within moments, he was tugging her pants and underwear off, panting heavily. Once they were discarded, he stopped. “There’s something you need to know. I won’t be making love to you tonight.”

Upon hearing that, she whined. “Gale…”

“Shhh, I won’t leave you wanting. Especially after how good you’ve been to me this evening. My beauty, I have something very special planned for us, but it’s…not quite ready yet.” A few more days of preparing, and then I will make the sky come alive for you. There was a time I could do it in an instant…no. Don’t go down that road tonight. Focus on her. “I want it to be the most magical night of passion you could ever dream of.”

“I’m happy to wait, love, and I’m very interested in hearing about how you won’t leave me wanting.” She attempted to squeeze her thighs together for more friction, but with him now in between her legs, she got no relief from that. But relief is coming, my sweet.

With a sly look on his face, he smirked. “This tongue isn’t simply for speaking, my darling pussy.” Pause. “Cat.”

She laughed and groaned, covering her hands over her face. “Gale, I love you so much, but that was awful!”

He looks far too pleased with himself. “Well, I happened to think it was clever. But if that’s not to your taste, my dear, then my tongue has other talents.” His head dipped as his hands gripped her thighs. They are so incredibly large. Soft. Full of freckles like the rest of her. “So wet for me already, my dear, and I’ve barely done anything…” His very practiced tongue circled and sucked her clit. She tastes so sweet. My beauty, I could feast upon you every moment for the rest of our lives, and it wouldn’t be enough to sate me. Must taste more of her. All of her. His hands kneaded her thighs, her soft flesh spilling through his fingers. She is perfect. Perfect in every way. I can’t wait to show her the Astral Plane, making her feel sensations she’s never felt, hear her cries of utter pleasure as I— The tadpole stirred once again.

As you what, love? I’m so close…

That must wait, sweetness. There’s so much I want to show you. But for right now, let go. Let go, my love.

Several small gasps escaped Thea’s perfectly plump lips as she came apart on his fingers and tongue. “That’s it. There’s a good girl. What a good girl, my darling.” He purred, finally taking his mouth off her and glancing at her heaving chest and belly. “What a sight you are! Still trembling as I wring you out…so wet…good girl, Thea…good girl…” Her breathing evened out as he praised her, her body eventually stilling. “Such a good girl for me. I’ll clean you up and then—”

“What about you?” She inquired softly. “You’re quite…excited…” That’s one word for it.

He sat up and conjured a bowl of water and moistened a clean cloth with it. “No, no, no. Don’t worry about me. There will be many other nights for that.” They fell into a comfortable silence as he cleaned her (and licked her juices off my fingers and wiped my beard) and then settled on the bedroll with Thea spooning him. I’m in heaven. This must be heaven. It must…

She planted light kisses along his shoulder and kept one hand on his hairy belly. Truly, this is heaven. I’ve never had any lover as interested in my body as she is. No. She loves me. All of me. No one has ever loved me as she does. “Hey, you alright love?” She gave his middle a squeeze. “You’re very quiet, which is not exactly normal for you.”

He chuckled. “Simply thinking, my love. Would you like to stay? Obviously, you’re free to return to your tent and sleep, if you wish.” Good gods, man. You’re forty years old, not a Blackstaff apprentice.

Gale felt her smirk into his shoulder. “Elf or cat?” she asked, punctuating each word with a kiss.

She won’t see this coming.

“Darling, I can never have enough pussy.”

“You naughty man!” She managed to get out as they both exploded with laughter. “Gale, you are the very definition of a chivalrous pervert.” He turned his head to give her a kiss.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, would you?” He teased lightly. However, he felt as if his heart was beating through his chest. I know what you’ll say. But I so need to hear it.

Her bright green eyes were full of emotion and sleep. “Never. You are just what I’ve always wanted and hoped for. Never, ever change, love.”

Gale thought of his previous lovers, including Mystra, and how he had been asked by every single one to alter part of himself to suit their needs and desires. And then there’s her. She who wants me as I am. She who wants me alive and safe and happy and…She who wants…me. “Thank you, my darling girl. You are a wonder. Truly.” He kissed her nose and then turned his head back around, sleep starting to claim him as well. The protest on her lips died as Thea’s meditation started, her hold on him slackening slightly. “Have the sweetest reliving of memories, Thea my dear.” He whispered, as his eyes fluttered closed.

And you have the loveliest dreams, my handsome man. Her voice murmured in his mind via their tadpoles. My beautiful wizard. My Gale.

I will certainly try, my beauty. Good night.

#thea wildheart #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #gale of waterdeep #plus size tav #wood elf tav #druid tav #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fan fiction #thea's thought process is *chef's kiss*#gale likes pussy...cats

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hypnogogyc · 2 years ago

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It's technically a tiny part of my huge tma au where they're a sideplot but shhhhh...

So when i originally imagined Ollie, I always thought of him as having shorter hair than the dreads most people draw him with but I've slowly accustomed to it so consider with me:

Ollie shaving his head after Mike died because he feels like he needs a fresh start (but instead it just makes him feel more upset)

DYING ngl i always headcanoned him having relatively shorter hair (like a few inches tall afro combed out) and he just braids in extensions. And then idk death power ooo spooky makes it ombre white. Or he switched those out himself. Oliver vc: yeah Terminus im going over to the corpse roots in a sec im getting my hair done ill be 6hrs

But for me i give him the longer dreads because something something roots imagery idk he just felt like a long hair goth to me. He does have short hair occasionally inbetween braid ins n stuff. As i type this i am realizing dreads cant be braided in. U know what funnier thought he brings the razor to his head and remembers how much time went into them and then he just shaves his beard and instantly regrets it.

Mike being dug out and going sick! Im aliveish again what day is it and Oliver tells him and Mike is like. Huh that seems longer than i expected and Oliver is like. I cannot fucking tell him i waited for my beard to grow back first i cant

#interrogation #user lookineedsleep #LISTEN.#i don’t always think (rarely) i just kinda go oooh motif

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forgotten-daydreamer · 1 year ago

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Dumb vent post, like, super dumb I swear, ignore this.

Not to talk shit about my housemates, because I love them, okay?

But I wish they were more house trained.

Why is it that I'm the only one who washes the waste bins from time to time? Or the shower mat and oven mitts? Why is it that if one of them leaves the bucket full of dirty mop water in the middle of the corridor, I'm the only one who actually goes to empty it? 'Cause one of them mopped the floor and left, for like a week, to go back to her parents'. And she didn't bother emptying the bucket. And I always do that for her, and for the others, because apparently I'm the only one bothered by a bucket of dirty water and it's better to just- leave it there instead of wasting thirty seconds to empty it right away? But anyway, I told myself "Mh, let's wait and see." I gave up after three days.

Or- the trash. God. We take turns, okay? We take turns as in, like "this week it's my turn to clean the bathroom" etc. And so yes, turns for taking out the trash too. But I always do it because they just- keep stuffing the bins until they're full to the brim and things start to fall out of them.

Not to talk about the countertop, or the table. Please. Please, how long does it take to grab some kitchen paper and degreaser?

Or... hair. Hair!! Sometimes I find lil balls of hair that is defeinitely not mine and I'm like mh. who's gonna pick it up. Who's gonna whip out the vaccuum cleaner? Nobody. It's horrible. I'm not squeamish when it comes to hair, at all- I'm actually the one who pulls it from the drains (we have the lil thing you put on the drain but it just doesn't work?) but come on.

Please. Like okay, yes, my mother is a clean freak, I have always always been taught to be pristine all the time and to leave my house spotless. Always. As in going to bed at one am even if you have a plane at 6 because the house has to be spotless before we leave for holidays (I always joke "wouldn't want the robbers to rob a dirty house").

But like, I don't think I'm asking for much.

We mop once a week only (shoes must come off the moment we step into the apartment so it's less gross than you'd imagine) and we do the dishes once a day only- on a scale of one to five, one being pigsty and five being "Alfred Pennyworth was here", this house is a solid 3 ½ most of the times. But... it's mainly thanks to me.

And I hate it. I hate it because "omg you don't need to do that" no, no, I do need to do that because nobody else will.

And while I could hypothetically tell them this, I cannot tell them "Please check if the toilet is actaully clean after you go n #2 and also clean the toilet brush before putting it away." because that's- no. Can't bring myself to.

Earlier I went to my room right after dinner because something came up with a uni project so i left my two dirty dishes, fork, and glass on the table "I'll be right back, sorry!" And? Three hours later what do I find? Everyone's dishes in the sink but mine. Left them right there, on the table. so, naturally, now, at 00.42 am, I'm going to wash only my shit, out of spite, yeah.

Come on. I get it, they're all younger (the youngest is 19 anyway so yeah, still old enough). But I didn't learn to clean after myself only after moving here.

I've been doing that for over a decade. Not as in "I was a slave" but as in "a 10 yr old can absolutely load and unload the dishwasher, set and tidy the table, put their (already folded*) clothes in their closet, wipe the sink after they brush their teeth, ..."

Under supervision and without consequences if I decided not to, one day, but I was house trained since I can remember and it's the best thing to do to help your child grow into an adult who can actually adult.

* I have sensory issues so folding clothes and touching cloth in general makes me want to puke and makes my teeth hurt (I'm serious, don't ask). Even with gloves, it's the sound too. Thinking about it made my teeth hurt. But I promise I can fold clothes.

#ignore

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briamichellewrites · 2 years ago

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Mike ended up on his phone for the rest of the night. He went back and forth talking with Brad on Raya while also scrolling through his Instagram account. Bria was following him on his account, as well as the Linkin Park account. Her account was private, so he requested to follow her. She accepted his request almost immediately. briajo was her username. He refreshed the page and was able to see her pictures. After tapping on the first one, he read what she posted in the caption.

briajo: The bitch is back. Stone cold sober, as a matter of fact. Four years ago today, I entered a treatment program to get help for alcohol addiction. It started when I was thirteen. I was in foster care and was sexually abused. The man who did it gave me alcohol to subdue me. The abuse developed into him assaulting me. I had no idea what was happening and I never told anyone. Until I became pregnant at fourteen. My social worker took me out of that house and into a rehab program. I had to learn what happened was not my fault. Children canNOT consent! Adults need to protect children against abuse and assault!

Wow. He had no idea, though it confirmed his and Brad’s belief that her pregnancy had been due to abuse. It made him think about Chester and his experience with abuse. They had no idea when they met him. Until he broke down in tears and told them that he had been sexually abused as a child. It caused him to use drugs and he developed a heavy addiction. Throughout his life, he was in and out of rehab to remain sober. He thought about what he would have done if he met Bria.

He would have protected her and made sure she was safe. They might have talked about their shared experiences and he would have done everything he could to help her. Fourteen. She was way too young. There was only one of Stephanie and that was of her after her birth. She was wrapped in a blanket and had a hat on her head.

briajo: Stephanie Charlotte Johnson. Four years ago, you made me your mommy. Happy birthday to the goofiest, happiest, curious child I’ve ever been blessed with. You taught me about what love means and you gave me stability for the first time in my life. Even through the hard times, you have been through it all with me. Keep smiling, laughing, and being curious. I can’t wait to see what you grow up to be. I love you with my whole heart. – Mommy

That was cute. She was right about not posting pictures of her daughter on social media. Not everyone had the best intentions for children. He went to see who she was following. His personal account, Brad, Linkin Park, Machine Shop Records, some parenting accounts, and a sobriety account. He was the only account following her.

Brad messaged him on Raya asking if he wanted to hook up. Yeah! He got his address and got ready. When he was, he put his address into his GPS before driving over to his place. He was nervous but also excited! It had been a long time since he had been with someone. After coming out as bisexual in 2017, he had random hookups with men he met on dating apps. He hoped that they would lead to a relationship but they never did.

He took a break from dating apps for a while for his mental health. Until recently. His mind was telling him that he was still young and to get back out there. His parents just wanted to make sure he was being safe. Yeah, he was tested regularly. That was all they wanted to know. They had lived through the AIDS epidemic of the eighties and they didn’t want that to happen to him. He promised he would be careful.

Brad was even more gorgeous in real life. He had wrinkles and his hair was gray but that made him even more attractive to him. They went up to his bedroom and he closed the door behind him. They kissed, as he sat on the edge of the bed. They removed their clothes before Brad laid him down on the center of his bed. He opened his legs and came in between them. Mike was in heaven as he moved inside of him. Brad was older, so he knew what to do with his body.

For the rest of the night, they took turns on each other until they were finished. They both got up and got dressed. Brad asked him to stay. Yeah, he would do that. They kissed before going downstairs.

“Michael Shinoda, I don’t want to know!”

He laughed as he sat down beside Brad. They were close friends but he didn’t want to know who he was sleeping with. It was like talking about making love to his wife. That was just something they didn’t talk about to each other. It was disrespectful to his wife and way too much information.

Bria showed up early as usual. She looked a little tired, so he asked if everything was okay. Bria apologized and told him that she and Stephanie had gone to the emergency room. They didn’t get home until after midnight. Was she okay? Yeah, she was jumping on her bed when she fell on her arm. The hospital called Child Protective Services because of her injury. She had to go through an intensive interview before they could leave.

“They called CPS because she broke her arm?”

“And because she had bruises on her legs and arms. She’s four years old and she’s active. Her teacher always tells me when she gets hurt.”

“I’m so sorry. What’s going to happen?”

“They’re going to investigate. I’m just scared they’re going to take her away from me.”

Did she want the day off? He would completely understand if she did. No, she needed to be there to distract herself. Okay. He let her know that if she needed a witness or help with anything, she could call him or Brad. Even if it was the middle of the night. She thanked him.

Stephanie had cried because of the pain. The doctor told her she was being very brave while he examined her arm. After taking an X Ray, her arm was wrapped up in a cast. She had the option to pick what color she wanted it to be. Pink! The nurse told her it made her look like she had a pink arm! She smiled and nodded. The cast was hard. She knocked on it with her fist.

Bria was stressed out and terrified. She was a very young parent and she fought hard to keep her baby. It would take forty five days to investigate her. They wouldn’t find any evidence of abuse because there wasn’t any. Her daughter was her life.

Mike let Brad know about the situation. No, he never saw anything that would ever make him think she was abusive. That was what he was thinking. If they wanted to interview him, he would gladly talk to them. So would he. He gave her the option to go home, but she wanted to stay. What Brad was concerned about was them taking Stephanie away due to her alcohol addiction. He knew about that?

Yeah, she had revealed it to him during a private conversation. How did he find out? She posted about it on her instagram. He didn’t use social media, so he didn’t know that.

He had been told that her abuser had given her alcohol and she got help for it after getting pregnant. She was worried it would impact her job. He told her it wouldn’t because she was a hard worker. Mike agreed. The only reason why it would was if she was drinking on the job or showing up drunk or not showing up at all. He agreed. The situation was unfair and they hoped it would have a happy ending.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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spinchip · 2 years ago

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uhgmmm silly little mysterious element swap between da ninja

I give you angst (my specialty) TW: Panic attack

When Lloyd had suggested Zane use his bow to channel his energy, Zane hadn’t been expecting much. After the artifact had scrambled their powers around, the others had gleefully been playing around with their new elemental abilities while Zane wasn’t able to summon so much as a flicker. Zane was so far behind the others that the novelty had worn off for the rest of them, and now they were impatiently waiting on Zane to get some sort of a grip on Lloyds power so they could confidently go out searching for the other half of the Sphere of Will- the cause of all their problems.

Zane had tried everything. He meditated, he trained, he tried to relax, he even drank the same tea as lloyd usually did in an attempt to hone his skills and still- not a spark of green. Sometimes, Zane could feel it deep down in his belly, but it wouldn’t grow and spread through him. Wu had suggested a mental block, but Zane couldn’t fathom what. He was the first of his friends to unlock his true potential, the first to get some of the more complicated katas Wu taught them. He wasn’t used to this kind of struggle.

All that to say that when he picked up his bow, his expectations were low. Based on the others reactions- Kai had molded a couch out of rock for them all to slump into- they weren’t expecting much either.

Lloyd stood next to Zane, “Alright Zane, lets see if this does anything.”

Zane could shoot a bullseye with his eyes close standing on his head, but when he brings the draw string back he doesn’t have an arrow notched. He focuses all his processing power into imagining the shape of an arrow notching into the bow, trying to pour green energy into a tangible shape he can fire. The power in his gut swirls like it’s trying to grow, pulsing at the bottom of his chest like a heartbeat.

Nothing happens.

He lowers the drawstring, disappointed. “I do not understand.” He says without sighing, despite how he wanted to.

“You’re not the only ne who struggled,” Nya attempts to console him, “Remember when Jay set his hair on fire? Or when i blew out half the lightbulbs in the monastery?”

“Yeah! And I’m sure Ice is a lot different than Lloyds power.” Kai agrees.

Lloyd once again tries to explain how he uses his powers, “I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

“Ice is a lot of thinking.” Cole confirms with a groan, “Trying to make a snowflake gives me a headache.”

“My power is more instinctual, something you have to feel rather than think. Don’t imagine the shape of an arrow, try thinking of why you’re forming it.” Lloyd pats Zane on the shoulders, “Like what you’re fighting for.”

Zane nods and exhales purely to center himself. Telling a robot not to think was like telling a fish to take a walk in the desert, but Zane would try to empty his mind. He even went so far as to shut down the background multitasking programs he had running, leaving his mind completely blank.

He pulls back on the drawstring, lines the sight up perfectly with the bullseye across the courtyard and tries to call on the power. Nothing happens. He closes his eyes, refusing to give up, focusing on the feeling of the string on his finger sensor pads, the cool air around him, even the sound of Lloyd breathing next to him. Power stirs.

He fought to protect his family. He called upon his power to keep the people he loved safe.

Protect those who cannot protect themself.

It washes over him in a snap, power surging up through his chest, around his shoulders and down to his fingertips in sickening pulses. It burns.

He’s felt this before.

The courtyard vanishes, he’s suspended in the air, his shoulder taut and agony ripping through him as he stares the overlord in the face. He’s going to die. He has to die for his family. Gold scalds him as it pours down his face, his face plate cracking and breaking along the weak seam and leaving him exposed and raw. The overlord is laughing. He’s all alone. His body is going numb, the seams along his shoulders popping as energy overloads him. He can’t tell if this is happening in the past or the present, phantom pains rocking through his body.

The string of his bow is digging into his fingertip, he struggles to cling to it. Gold chokes him. The comforting warmth of the green feels white hot. He can’t think.

He opens his eyes and a brilliant green bolt of energy is nestled into his palm. It’s so bright it blinds him, and on the edges- just barely- are flickers of gold. Fear slams through his system so fast it causes his knees to buckle and he stumbles a step back. The arrow grows bigger, wild and unkempt and Zane feels so deeply afraid he doesn’t know what to do.

He lets go of the string and the arrow explodes.

It tears across the courtyard like a neon laser and when it hits the target- dead bullseye- it obliterates it down to atoms. It rips through hay like tissue paper and smashes a hole through the stone wall of the courtyard, shooting off into the sky before exploding like a firework at the very end. When Zane released it, it caused a miniature explosion in his hand too- green balls of energy popping, and the force of it send him off his feet.

He slams back on the ground, confused and rattled. Panic has settled into every inch of his mind and he can’t get his thoughts straight. Where is he? Is this the courtyard? Where is the overlord? Did he succeed?

He’s holding- why is he holding his bow? Why is the string snapped and burned?

He turns over onto his hands and knees and tries to calm down. There’s smoke around him, the ground smoldering. His fans kick on. He’s overheating. Ice. He needs ice. Why can’t he summon ice?

A hand touches his neck and he jerks, looking up at- Cole.

“What happened?” He asks, “Where- is everyone safe?” He did something bad. Dangerous. His friends were here. He wasn’t alone.

Cool frost trickles down from the spot Cole was bracing him, and the chill brings a calm to Zanes body. “Everyone’s fine.” Cole confirms firmly, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He closes his eyes and breathes, helping his internal systems cool and struggling to centering himself again. After several long moment, the panic fades and leaves him empty and worn out. His limbs are still humming in the after image of that power. He’s in the courtyard, he was supposed to be practicing with Lloyds power. It takes more effort than he expects to sit up but he does it, and finally looks at the damage.

A ditch is cut into the stone of the courtyard, their bow target is a handful of splinters now, and the monastery wall has a brand new entrance.

“I did that?” He asks the obvious.

“If I ever need demo on my house at least now I know who to come to.” Jay jokes.

“What happened?” Lloyd asks, offering Zane his hand.

He’s not quite sure he can stand yet, but he takes Lloyds hand anyway, “You power, it feels incredibly similar to the golden power.” Zane says tightly.

“Yeah, I know.” Lloyd is puzzled now, “The green energy is part of the golden power.”

“Master Wu was right. It was a mental block, one I was not aware I had.” He drags a finger over his cheek just to check that his face plate hadn’t split in that same, familiar spot.

“Block? What blo-“ Lloyd stops abruptly, “Oh.”

Zane stomach churns at the thought of attempting to use the power again, “Lloyd, I am unsure If i will be able to even begin to use your element.”

“You have to.” Nya reminds him with a wince, “That’s what makes it work.”

He closes his eyes again and tries to steady himself, “I cannot continue today,” He says finally, “We can try again tomorrow.”

“Okay, Zane.” The atmosphere is subdued, “Whatever you need.”

He has to have Cole help him inside, his legs too shakey to keep his footing.

It isn’t until he’s in the bathroom that he realizes he’d cried.

#ninjago #zane julien #spinchip fic

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sunascumdoll · 4 years ago

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tiktok trend event, "grabbing his dick print to show off your nails" w/ kirishima/bakugo would be hilarious LMAOO

ɢʀᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴘʀɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

a/n: i got quite a few requests for this trend (down below)!! so i picked 2 from mha and 2 from hq! but don't worry, ill fulfill the rest of everyone's request on a separate post!!

as always reblogs are appreciated ♡

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ & ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ

kenma

you cannot tell me kenma does not have the prettiest cock

and it’s so sensitive too

the second you grab it, it’s just jumping in your hands

kenma sat in his gaming chair, golden eyes trained on the computer screen in front of him. you had just gotten your nails done, long acrylics in your favorite shade of ____. you’ve already taken numerous pictures of your new set, but all the pictures seemed like they were missing something.

you enter your room and walts over to kenma, lightly tapping on his shoulder. he pulls one side of his headset off of his ear, before grunting in response.

“i got my nails done today! i couldn’t get a good picture and wanted to know if i could use your setup as my background?”

“yeah, go ahead, baby,” he murmurs and pauses the game, scooting his chair back a bit to give you room.

you cheekily smile before maneuvering in front of kenma and sinking to your knees. his eyebrow arches, eyes watching you intensely only for a curse to fly past his lips. your soft hands lightly stroke the outline of his growing member through his sweatpants, before softly gripping it. you open your phone camera and start recording, capture your nails, kenma’s setup lights, and of course the twitching of his eager cock.

you giggle when you feel kenma’s dick throb in your hand, “you okay, bubs?”

kenma groans, his head slowly nodding, “mhm, your nails are really pretty baby.”

kageyama

pls this baby would malfunction the second your hand grabbed his dick print

face as red as a tomato and he’s watching you like a hawk

he’s trying his best to contain the twitching, but your nails wrapped so prettily around his cock is making it difficult

you walk into your apartment, tossing your keys onto the side table, before walking to the living room. there sits your raven haired boyfriend scrolling through his phone.

tobio set his phone down in his lap, his own hand reaching out to grab yours, dark blue orbs scanning over your fingers, “they look pretty, babe.”

“you think so? ‘m glad you like them!”

tobio releases your hand and picks his phone up from his lap. you sit down next to him and open snapchat on your phone, selecting your favorite filter. once you pick out your filter, your hand glides over tobio's thigh and lands directly on his crotch.

"taking a video if my nails," you retort.

tobio grips his phone before peeking over the top of it, "what are you doing?"

tobio grunts, shifting underneath your grasp. the shade of crimson paints his cheeks and burns at the tip of his ears as he watches you grope his cock with your freshly manicured nails. your nails lightly trace the outline of his cock, before pulling away.

you hand your phone over to tobio, smilling as you play the video back for him, "is this video good?"

he grabs your wrist, placing it back on top of his now rock hard member, "it's a little blurry, r-record it again."

kirishima

wait can i say about rock cock

horse cock

that's it.

no but you'd go to grab his dick to record your nails

and he has the cheesiest smile on his face

a sense of pride swelling in his chest bc like

you could have any background for your video

but you chose to grip his dick

eijirou sat in the parking lot, waiting for your nail appointment to end. after about ten minutes, you exit the nail salon and enter the passenger side of his car.

eijirou grabs your hand, his thumb running over the freshly laid acrylic, "ooh, you went with ___? it's a nice color and looks really good on you, sweetheart."

you hum happily at his compliment, "thank you, baby! can you record a video for me?", you ask before handing your phone to him.

"sure thing!"

eijirou grabs your phone and opens up your camera app. once you hear the familiar ding of your camera recording, you immediately place your hand on his thigh. you walk your fingers up his thigh, grabbing onto his dick and palming it through his jeans. eijirou smiles as you gently squeeze his cock, purposefully making it jump and twitch in your hand.

"oh fuck~, your hands look so pretty," eijirou moans, zooming in to focus the camera on your small hand wrapping around his clothed cock.

bakugou

literally growls when you grab his dick

not like an angry growl

but like "do it again. see what happens" kind of growl

"katsuki, honey, look!" you quickly skip into your bedroom, excitedly waving your nails in front of his face.

katsuki lowers his phone, glancing at your nails before looking back at his phone, "cute."

you pout at the lack of enthusiasm from your boyfriend. you jump on the bed, settling down beside him and pulling out your own phone. you swipe over to your camera and open it before gripping your lover's dick.

katsuki locks his phone and sits up on his elbows, a deep growl rumbling inside his chest, "what are you doing?"

"taking pictures of my nails, the thumb is my favorite," you shrug, your thumb resting atop of his cock head and rubbing in small circles.

he growls once more, rough hands reaching out to grip your cheeks and pull your face closer to his, " rub it again, i dare you."

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robynlilyblack · 3 years ago

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You’re an idiot Cedric Diggory

Cedric Diggory x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n and Cedric have been friends forever, growing cosy during their final year but when he suddenly stops talking to her she decides to confront him

Warnings: swearing, argument, kissing

A/n: 1.5k words, set in your last year, no voldy au or could be an au where Cedric doesn’t die, Sam and Jess are my OC’s and Sam is a Ravenclaw for context, I usually don’t write for Cedric but I couldn’t resist this request, this is my first time writing for him so I hope you like it x

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You sigh looking down the table at Cedric seeing him laugh with some boys from the quidditch team

“Still nothing huh?” Jess asks smiling sadly across from you

“It’s been weeks, I really thought…” you scrunch up your nose shaking your head “…I don’t even know what I thought anymore”

You and Cedric had been friends for years, the two of you were usually inseparable. As you entered your final year your friendship morphed into a flirty one, he was more touchy with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder or sitting closer to you at mealtimes. When he started flirting with you, you began to flirt back matching his energy, linking your arm with his as you walked or even playing with his hair when he laid his head on your lap in the common room.

Over the year you had grown accustomed to it, your little childhood crush coming back in full throttle so when he just suddenly stopped talking to you it broke your heart. Worst bit was you had no idea what you did wrong, where you went wrong, one day you were giggling and cuddling on the couch in the common room the next he was avoiding you like the plague. Your friends Jess and Sam said to give him some time, that maybe something was going on with him and he’ll come back when he’s ready, but it had been almost a month now and still nothing

“I know we said to wait but maybe it’s time for you to confront him?” Sam rubs your back “The worst part of it is not knowing right? At least if you know you can get some kind of closure or…”

“Punch him” Jess suggests casually earning a glare from her partner

“I was going to say help him if he is going through something, although if he is an arse when you talk to him by all means” You giggle at Sam before they turn to look at Jess “You know sometimes I wonder if the sorting hat got it wrong putting you in Hufflepuff” they tease

“Hey, I am a badass Hufflepuff” Jess points at them “We are supposed to be fierce friends so when one of them makes my little y/n upset I will kick their ass ergo I am perfect for this house” Jess rebuts smiling triumphantly at the end as you giggle at her

“Speaking of Hufflepuffs and houses, I cannot believe the plan is working” you shake your head looking between them

“Of course it’s working it was my idea” Jess smirks but she screws up her face a bit as she looks at Sam “Although, I have to admit I don’t like it” she shakes her head “You look weird, yeah I don’t think I’m as attracted to you anymore”

“This is my natural colour you know…” Sam folds their arms offended “…and I’m trying to blend in so we don’t get caught”

“Sorry Sam but I have to agree with Jess, you do look a bit weird with brown hair” you cringe handing them a compact from your bag

They take it from you flicking it open “Oh sweet Rowena” they look disgusted turning back “Fuck it if we caught so be it I hate this too” they shake their head turning their hair back to its regular blue, dipping their head down to hide from the professors table as you and Jess chuckle at them

Following your friend’s advice, you decided to try and catch Cedric after one of the Hufflepuff practice sessions, he usually stayed back to shower and pack up the stuff since he was captain. As you got to the pitch you were hugging yourself as it had started to pour down on your walk here, as you looked around you saw Cedric exit the changing rooms heading back towards the castle

“Cedric!” you shout jogging up to him

He turns around looking at you with furrowed eyebrows “Y/n what the hell are you doing out here? Its pouring down, you’re gonna catch a cold” he shouts back looking at you with concern, oh so now he’s worried about me

“Well if you didn’t ignore me for the last month then I would have to be out here in the pouring rain!” you huff as you stop in front of him

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he shakes his head shrugging

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” now you were angry and you knew he could see it, you were rarely mad or shouted so he knew he was in deep trouble

“I’m not doing this” his voice is much calmer than yours almost like he was anxious beginning to walk away quickly

You stare in shock before following him attempting to catch up, the rain the least of either of your worries as it only gets heavier

As you are about catch up you slip on the wet path landing on your knees bracing yourself you’re your hands “Fuck…oww” you curse rubbing your hands pouting a bit

Stopping in his tracks Cedric looks back as he heard a small thump and your whimper as you tried to get up. He walks back over to you right away, helping you up “Are you okay?” he asks as you get to your feet

As he tries to check your hands for any cuts you jerk them away still anger “No I’m not okay! My best friend just stopped talking to me for no reason!” you cross your arms to stop yourself from following Jess’ suggesting

“I had good reason” Cedric replies his voice a little strained as he gets worked up

“What?” you scrunch up your face in anger “What reason could you possibly have, what did I do that was so horrible to you!”

“Ugh” he groans in frustration “It wasn’t anything you did y/n!” starting to shout as well

“Then why Cedric? We’re supposed to be friends!” your eyes fill with a mix of angry and upset tears hidden by the rain

“Yeah just friends” Cedric mutters under his breath

“What?” you look at him confused not catching it

“Nothing” he shakes his head trying to leave again

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” you follow behind him “Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me you know I won’t stop nagging you until you do!”

Your heart was beating out of your chest at this point, both of your breathing heavy as he whipped back around “You really want to know, you really want me to say it y/n!”

“Yes!”

“Fine” throws his arms in the air “I’m in love with you!” he declares before his eyes widen realising he actually said it

You gasp mouth dropping open “What” you breathe out although you’re not even sure if he heard it over the rain so you repeat it a bit louder “What did you just say”

Cedric sighs in defeat his mouth dry as he repeats himself “I love you” he looks at you trying to read you but all he can see is your shocked expression, deciding he’s already said it so he might as well see this through “I think I always have…but it didn’t hit me until the last night we spent together. It was easy to be around you when I was obvious to my own feelings, thinking we were just flirty friends but after I realised I knew there was no chance you would feel the same so I distanced myself”

He takes a few breaths before continuing “I know it was selfish and so not Hufflepuff of me to do so I thought if I took some time away from you I could swallow my feelings…” he shakes his head “…but it only made things worse not being near you every day, then again if I was I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to kiss you, to hold you, call you mine…” his voice fades out at the last part

He sighs looking down saying “I’m sorry” as he lets the sound of the rain engulf the both of you, both of you soaked through

“You’re an idiot Cedric Diggory” he looks back up at that, watching as you walk up to him reaching up to cup his cheeks as you pull his lips to yours

He stumbles a bit to start, eyes wide processing that fact you are actually kissing him before he kisses back. His hands moving to the back of your head as yours slowly glide down from his cheeks to his chest

Pulling back, you speak “How could you ever think I wouldn’t love you back?” you clutch his jumper, not caring it was cold and wet

“You love me?” he looks into your eyes cupping your cheeks

“Very much” you nod “I love you Cedric I have for a long time”

He smiles brightly, shoulders relaxing as you say those three little words before leaning down to give you a sweet kiss “We should really get back inside, its freezing” he laughs a bit

“Yeah, you know movies lied to me about this I’m so cold” you rub your arms shivering now the adrenaline had worn off

“Come here” he wraps his arm around you, both of your grimacing at the squelching sound “Maybe we should just walk really fast” he suggests pulling his arm back taking your hand in his instead

“Good plan” you nod beginning to walk back towards the castle

“I can’t believe you called an idiot” he shakes his head

“It’s true” he nudges you as you walk both chuckling “I’m just glad I didn’t punch you”

He looks down at you tilting his head smirking “Punch me?”

“It was Jess’ suggestion” you shrug “But can you blame me you are called pretty boy Diggory not smart boy Diggory for a reason” you tease

“You little…” he stops walking, picking you up and putting you over his shoulder spinning you around in the rain making you squeal

“Ced!”

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric x reader #Cedric Diggory and reader #cedric x you #cedric diggory #cedric #cedricdiggory #cedric and reader

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thebadgerclan · 3 years ago

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Mess With The Morozovas

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by @acupnoodle

Summary: No one messes with the Morozovas...

A/N: I changed the prompt a little, but the plot is still the same

Y/G/C is your Grisha color (red for Heartrender, blue for Tidemaker, purple for Alkemi, etc.)

It was common knowledge, in the same way that everyone knew that the sky is blue or the stars come out at night: if you insulted one of the Morozovas, you insulted both of them. The Tsar and Tsarina of Ravka were fair and just rulers, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your critics. Aleksander welcomed criticism, knowing it would help him develop policies that would give his people what they needed.

But when the critiques turned crass and personal, that was where Aleksander drew the line. When people attacked your appearance, your ability to lead, or anything on a personal level, the Tsar showed a level of rage rivaled by little. The same went for you; when a subject blatantly insulted your Aleksander, you were livid, leaping to his defense. Such instances were far and few between at your monthly court gatherings, but when they happened, it reminded everyone of one simple fast: you do not mess with the Morozovas.

Such was the case today. You sat on your ornate golden throne at your husband’s side, clothed in a gown of rich red silk, the skirt rippling like water over your legs and onto the floor, your hair twisted into a braided crown, a black diamond tiara nestled in your locks. Aleksander wore his kefta, the black corecloth interspersed with Y/G/C embroidery, a nod to your power. His crown of obsidian, a simple band of black stone, rested at his brow as he looked at his subjects.

Before the two of you was a farmer from Udova, who was asking for more rations from the crown. “If we have more rations, we’ll be able to sell more crops at market, and make more profit. As it is, we’re consuming over half of the food we grow, and there simply isn’t enough to sell, and my family is struggling, moi tsar.” Aleksander nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “A reasonable request,” he said, looking to you. “What do you think, my dear?”

“I agree. The whole nation will struggle if our farmers struggle. If they cannot feed themselves, they cannot do their best work, and we rely on them. How many more rations would you say you need per year?” But the farmer’s response was overshadowed by a comment made from just behind him. “Little whore’s never gone hungry a day in her life.” The words were said quietly, but the throne room fell silent, and Aleksander straightened in his throne.

“What did you say?” No response. “Come forward,” your husband commanded, and when no one moved, he motioned for the oprichniki at his side, who dragged the man forward. “I will ask you again. What did you say about my wife?” The man was clearly afraid, but he pulled himself upright. “I said that your whore of a wife has never gone hungry, moi tsar.” He bowed mockingly, and the court gasped.

“Thank the Saints she hasn’t,” Aleksander said, and you reached for his hand. “But I don’t see why that gives you the right to insult my wife, and your queen.” “Because she thinks a few extra rations will fix everything!” the man shouted. “This country is broken, and you’re the ones who broke it! You put a woman who has no idea how to lead a country on the throne after you massacred the true leaders! The so-called Tsarina has never seen a battle, never seen the slums some of us live in, and yeah, she’s never fallen asleep to the sound of her stomach growling because there wasn’t enough to eat.

“So forgive me, moi tsar, if I’m bit cynical, but your pathetic excuse for a wife isn’t quite cutting it.” The tension in the room was palpable, and knowing what was likely coming next, the courtiers; your ladies in waiting and Aleksander’s and your councils, took several steps back. Aleksander looked at the man with an icy glare, and you squeezed his hand, hoping to ground him a bit.

“What is your name?” “Gregori.” “Well, Gregori, I should tell you that criticism is always welcome about our reign. But what is not welcome is insulting my wife. No, Tsarina Y/N has never gone hungry, she has never seen a battle, and she is fortunate for that. But I have. Before the Second Army, there were weeks where I had nothing to eat, where I feared for my safety.

“If you take issue with something I am doing, then by all means, bring it to my attention. But saying such things about your queen, my wife, that I cannot tolerate.” He raised a hand, and shadows pooled in his palm, like tendrils of ink in water. Without blinking or flinching, Aleksander released the Cut, severing the man’s head from his body. “Let this be a lesson to you all,” he said, voice calm and collected, though you knew he was raging.

The farmer before you fell to his knees, hands clasped before his face. “Moi tsar, moya tsaritsa, forgive me,” he pleaded, and you cocked your head. “Whatever for?” “That man, he is…was from my village. But I swear, we are loyal to the crown, we adore you, merciful leaders. Please do not think poorly of me for one man’s foolish actions.” You rose, and the courtiers bowed and curtsied as you descended the dais.

“You will have your rations,” you said, lifting the farmer’s chin. “You are right, this man did not speak for all in your village, and your point is more than valid. Give us two weeks, and relief will be sent to your village and to any village who needs it.” The farmer took your hand and kissed it, looking at you reverently. “Saints bless you, Tsarina Y/N, you are kind and merciful.”

Aleksander came to your side, lightly touching your shoulder. “I’m afraid we’ll have to end early today,” he announced. “Accommodations will be provided in the lower town for those who need it; we will reconvene tomorrow.” Your husband offered your arm and led you from the throne room, walking briskly to your chambers. He dismissed the servants at once, pulling you into a deep kiss as soon as the door was closed.

“Nobody insults you like that,” he said, possessiveness and protectiveness radiating off of him. “Nobody. You are a powerful leader, a perfect queen, and my beautiful wife. There is no one higher than you.” You nodded, returning the kiss, knowing that Aleksander needed your touch right now. “And you are a powerful king,” you said, your palm on his chest. “No one is higher than you.” Aleksander smiled, kissing you again. At the end of the day, a few things were certain: Aleksander loved you beyond comprehension, and no one messes with the Morozovas.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years ago

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You're All Mine

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - Things get slightly out of hand at a party where you decide to act up, and Lewis shows you just exactly who you belong to. P.S - He makes you wear that damn jacket.

Warnings - smut, swearing, possessiveness (brought to you by the fashion king that is Sir Lewis Hamilton, because that jacket did things okay?

A/N- OC (Thomas) has nothing to do with any of Lewis's friends in real life.

Also shoutout to @grandestrategia and @lights-out-in-monaco for helping me 💙

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iThrowing a party to get together was always a fun idea to get the chance to socialize, meet new people, dance, get drunk and spend quality time with your friends and family. But throwing a party after three back to back race weeks was not really a great idea, mainly because it meant your boyfriend groaning and moaning about how he didn't want to spend time with anyone else but you. That was exactly what was happening at present, as you swiped a tube of crimson lipstick across your lips, while Lewis sat on the bed, in a black shirt and his purple customised jacket, with his arms crossed across his chest, reminding you of a toddler who was told to go to bed early.

"I don't get why you had to throw a party today, of all times" he grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Okay baby, I love you, I really do, but I swear, if you say that one more time I will strangle you" you replied, setting the lipstick back down, and reaching for a bottle of perfume on your dressing table. "I'm just saying, I feel like spending time with you now, and yes, I love that you decided to call my friends and family over, but I kinda just wanted to have some you and me time" he said, eyes following your movements as you sprayed the perfume behind your ears, on your wrists, and lightly over your body, "You'll have me to yourself from the moment they leave, till you have to fly for your race again. And I promise, we can do whatever you want" you said, reaching up to smooth your hair. Far too preoccupied with fixing the flyaway strands of hair, you didn't notice him standing up and standing right behind you. "Whatever I want hmm? I know exactly what I want baby. But I just can't get it right now. You know why? Because I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now. But because you decided to throw a party instead of spending time together, you'll have to wait a little longer than necessary to have my head in between your thighs, my fingers in you, and my cock in your cunt. And guess whose fault it is? Yours, my darling. It's your fault" he growled in your ear, smirking when a soft moan slipped past your lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and take you here? When our guests could be here at any minute?" he continued, lips resting just near the outer shell of your ear. You couldn't even answer, feeling the arousal grow in between your thighs, as your heartbeat seemed to slow down for just a second, before it seemed to hammer against your chest almost as if it wanted to just burst out of your chest. "Tell me darling. Would you like that?" "Ye-" your reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, signalling the arrival of one of your guests. "Saved by the bell, hmm? You didn't have to answer. But I promise baby, when they're gone, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud, if our neighbours aren't on a first name basis with us tomorrow, I'll be very, very surprised. And leaving you a aroused, horny mess, he went down to open the door.

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About half an hour later, the party was in full swing. You had invited some of your friends and some family members, and turning to look over your shoulder, you saw Lewis chatting with his dad and Nicolas, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed at something his brother told him. Smiling, you turned back, to see one of Lewis's friends making his way over to you, two glasses of champagne in his hand. You enjoyed mingling with his friends, and you had met Neymar Jr, Odell Beckham Junior, and other really awesome people. Smiling at Thomas, who was one of Lewis's newer friends, you accepted the glass, your third glass of champagne and your fifth drink all together, hovering between the lines of tipsy and drunk.

Thomas, (the friend, idk I just made him up) offered you a glass of champagne, and you gladly took a sip, enjoying the buzz as the alcohol ran through your veins, filling you with a calm happiness. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins and the promise of a really good time that made you decide to push Lewis's buttons just a little bit, to ensure that you were really in for it. Giggling at a joke his friend made, you threw your head back laughing, letting your hand rest on Thomas's shoulder, before letting it move to your hair, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, teeth sinking softly down onto your lower lip.

From where he was standing, Lewis looked over to see where you were, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you laugh and rest your hand on his friend's shoulder. His eyes darkening when he saw you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, and bite your lip softly, knowing all too well what you were doing. It was working. As you giggled again, tilting your head back laughing, and nodding a quick 'I'll be back soon', to his dad, he walked towards the both of you, his eyes fixed on the way you kept twirling your hair around your fingers.

"Hi baby. You having a fun time?" he asked you, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah I am! Are you having fun?" you replied, letting your head droop onto his shoulder. "Yeah I am my love, thank you so much for planning it" he murmured in your ear, ignoring the fact that his friend was standing right in from of him, probably getting a free show. His hands splayed out on the leathery material of your black skirt, enjoying the coolness of the material and the feel of a section of your skin against his palms. The black outfit you had put on was a black leather top and skirt, that clung onto your body like a vice, as he moved his hand to the back of your skirt, moving so Thomas couldn't see what he was doing.

"And what about you Thomas, are you having a good time?" you asked the man, feeling Lewis tense up behind you. "Yup I am! Thanks so much for inviting us all, its a great party" he replied, flashing the both of you a smile. "We're glad you're having fun" Lewis replied, his hand moving to your ass, squeezing ever so discreetly. "Yup I know! Great to see you too, man! Your last races have been great, you deserve a break" Thomas kept talking, blissfully unaware of how you were squirming, your arousal pooling in between your thighs as he ran his fingers up your thighs, in between your underwear and the skirt. He moved his body so the lower half of your body was not visible to anyone else.

Pressing your lips together to keep a sound from escaping, you tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was damn hard when you could begin to feel the liquid threatening to run down your thighs and make a mess in front of everyone. "Moving your hand to the back to squeeze his thigh, silently begging him to just take you to the bedroom and fuck you senseless. Feeling your desperation, Lewis smirked softly, before turning to Thomas. "If you don't mind Thomas, I think I left my phone in the bedroom, I'll just go get it" "Yeah sure" Thomas replied, as you turned and made your way up the stairs to the master bedroom. But before you could go and sit on the bed, a pair of arms grabbed you around your waist, and pulled you into the master bathroom that was connected to your room.

Lewis turned your body around, the rough movement taking your breath away, before he crashed his lips down onto yours, his hands sliding down to your as again, squeezing hard, causing a moan to slip out your lips, your arms tightening around his neck. "I saw you trying to rile me up baby. All giggly and flirty, and that whole fiasco with you messing with your hair, hmm? Only I can pull your hair, and only I can tug on it. You like it when I do that, don't you? When I tug your hair, and your head falls back, and those sounds slip out of your lips and I can see how much you like it" The moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock, hardening under his pants.

"Words baby, words. Do you like it?" he asked, his fingers running along the waistband of your leather skirt, tugging the skirt down your legs. "I do, I really do! please, please do something, I need you so bad" you whined, your hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, and tugging his purple jacket down his shoulders. "Patience my baby. Good things take time. So desperate for it, I can see your wetness dripping, but you aren't getting off that easily after that stunt you pulled. But I promised you that I'd give you a good time, and I always keep my promises" Another desperate whimper left your lips, and you dragged the jacket down his torso, letting it drop to the floor.

"No no no. I want you to put that on. Or even better..." he mumbled finishing his sentence halfway, picking up the jacket from the floor. He pushed you down on the bed, grabbing your wrists in his hands, before pushing you back up to the headboard. Then he took the jacket up to your hands, tying one side to the headboard of the King sized bed, and the other end around your hands. "There we go, all tied up and gorgeous for me. Do your wrists burn with my name baby? Do you like how my name is tied onto your skin?" he asked, eyeing how the 'HAMILTON' part of the jacket was tied around your wrist. "I bet you like it don't you? That stinging sensation? I cannot wait to taste you my love, all wet and dripping for me" he continued, moving down to press his lips to your neck. He pushed his tongue out onto your skin, sucking the spot before licking over the spot repeatedly, letting his teeth sink onto a pulse point, shifting in his pants when his cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips.

He ventured lower and lower, till he reached your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth, licking the sensitive nub, letting his teeth graze your areola. Above him, you were struggling against your bonds, wrists straining against their restraints., desperate to touch him, to feel his skin and his glorious muscles under your hands, but you couldn't, because your hands were bound, literally, "Oh my god please Lew, please let me touch you, please I need to touch you baby" "Not yet princess. You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished my love. I'm not going to let you even graze my hand, if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, before I do it for you" he growled back, feeling his own arousal grow as you whimpered again. He let his fingers fondle your other nipple, tweaking and pulling before taking it into his mouth too, as you felt the wetness run down your leg, soaking into the bedsheet.

Moaning again, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to relieve you of the throbbing pain in your core, the amount of arousal you were feeling making you feel like you were drowning in some sort of strong sea current, as Lewis's lips travelled lower, and his breath fanned over your throbbing cunt. "I can't wait to taste you my love" and with that he dived in, giving you almost no time to adjust, as he fucked you with his tongue, and his fingers toyed with your clit, sending you towards your high, before biting the sensitive bud softly "You taste like fucking candy love" "Oh fuck fuck fuck Lewis, I'm gonna -" you managed to gasp out as the gasp turned into scream of frustration when he pulled away. "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?!" you gasped out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Because like I told you, bad girls get punished" he replied, shoving his pants down his legs, before leaning over and grabbing a condom, pulling his calvin keins down his thighs, as his cock sprang free, smirking when you moaned at the sight, "Taking a good look baby?" he asked, crawling over to you. "You're just really gorgeous" you replied, straining against the jacket. "I know" he replied, pushing his rings off of his fingers. "No don't. Keep on em. I like em" you said, earning a smirk from the man again. "Want me to fuck you with my rings on? I'd love to" he said, watching as you squirmed again.

"Baby please let me touch you, I want to touch you so bad, please!" you practically begged, tears of frustration filling your eyes. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you with your hands tied and I'm going to mark you up" he replied, sliding the condom on and leaning over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready baby?" he asked,smiling a little as you nodded, the both of you moaning in sync when he pushed into you, your walls clenching onto his cock, as he settled into you, moaning when he sunk into you bit by bit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before he pulled out, making you let out half a moan and look at him questioningly, before he slammed back into you. You weren't expecting that, and a strangled scream left your lips when he filled you to the hilt, before bottoming out in you, hips snapping repeatedly into you, his cock moving inside you.

You moans and groans echoed off the walls, as your hands burned, the desperation in you threatening to drown you again. "oh my god, you feel so good, you fuck me so good, now baby please let me touch you!" you practically screamed, your voice catching when he angled his thrusts so the tip hit your g spot repeatedly. "Okay my love, you deserve it now. My baby desreves to touch me now, doesn't she?" "Yes please, especially when you fuck me this good, almost too good to be true" you stammered out clenching down on his cock again, feeling the slight stutter of his hips as you did. Lewis reached up to untie you, letting the jacket fall to the floor, and moaning when your hands dug into his back, scratching down his back, as he hissed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your nails raking down his back. "Fuck baby, do that again" he growled. "Only if you choke me" you moaned back, feeling him stutter again, and let out a moan.

His eyes widened, not completely used to you being so bold, but loving the wild side you let out. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing a little, groaning when you let out a choked moan. "Harder" you moaned, feeling his cock twitch in you. "Oh fucking hell baby, I didn't know you liked it rough" he moaned, tightening his grip on your neck, cutting the air off ever so softly, snapping his hips into you faster, as your nails raked down your back even harder, leaving marks that would definitely hurt the next morning.

"That feels so good, oh my god, I love you so much" you gasped out wrapping your hand around his, causing him to squeeze a little harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum my love" Lewis moaned, groaning when you moved your hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. 'Oh fuck" Lewis groaned, before releasing into you ,his finger reaching down to rub your clit repeatedly. Your moans echoed in the room, as he pinched your clit, as you squirted all over his cock.

Panting, Lewis sunk down next to you, chest rising and falling. "That was so good" you gasped out, resting your head on his chest. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing your forehead. "No no I loved it. You should do that more often" you mumbled. Just as Lewis leaned in to kiss you, there was a knock at the door, making the both of you jump apart. "Are the both of you done yet?" a voice asked, making you blush. "Oh my god. We forgot about the guests!" you gasped, making Lewis laugh, as he kissed you softly. "I know which one I'd rather do again" he mumbled, laughing when you kissed him back. "Don't go for round two, atleast let us leave first!" the voice yelled again, as Lewis stood up from the bed to get dressed.

"Oh and by the way, you're wearing that jacket downstairs"

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candyopala · 3 years ago

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Hii! Can you please give us Obito with fem reader who is sick (cold) and our dearest Obito has an extra soft spot for sick people! ♡♡♡ I am sick so I thought this would help😛😛 Hope you are doing good♡♡

Sorry for the long wait :’(

I hope you enjoy this small oneshot I thought of, I really enjoyed working with this prompt and imagining a soft and caring Obito

I hope you get better, sending you lots of love <3

Colds and revelations (Oneshot)

Words: 1.9k

AO3

Summary: Your friend Obito has been acting different towards you since you became his roommate. He seems to be distant all the time, ignoring you at every chance he gets. Will he change his act now that you have a strong cold and needs his help?

Thank you for reading! Reblog or leave a like if you enjoyed <3

“I’m not going to ask again, Y/N. Did you or did you not eat my oatmeal?”

“You know what? Yeah, I did eat your stupid oatmeal!” You say even if it is not true, now trying to make your roommate, Obito, angry.

He is always on a bad mood when you both talk, ever since you moved in recently. He talks with Kakashi and Gai normally, but apparently, he has a problem with you in specific. Around you, he has always appeared closed off, always grumpy and avoiding speaking anything but the necessary to you.

“Don’t you know anything about boundaries?!” He proceeds with the discussion

“I was just provoking you, dummy! Have you ever seen me eat anything remotely healthy?”

Obito tosses the empty oat box in the trash and heads for his room, avoiding eye contact once again. His big physique disappears into the hallway, his messy jet-black hair nowhere in sight. Despite your attempts to get closer to your roommate by joking around, he still remains as closed off, although he wasn’t like that before.

Before you moved in you two were close friends, sharing many classes in your university. When the opportunity of moving in with him appeared you went for it: you two were great friends and you kind of had an interest in the guy. You two grew apart since then and now he seems like a stranger to you.

You always avoid admitting it to yourself due to your own pride, but Obito Uchiha is very attractive. People on campus might be a little… turned off by the scars covering half of his body, some even try to bully the guy. However, his demeanor, posture and gaze intrigues you, making you feel the intense urge to know more about him, get closer to him again.

He always has that tough look on his face, his eyes always focused on everything but you. This annoys you to an extreme. You know you are no supermodel, but you do think that you can pull off good-looking people occasionally. You might not want to admit it, but you have tried, hard, to seduce Obito. To no avail, since he seems to hate your guts.

This whole game has developed into an embarrassingly strong crush, where your heart races onto his sight, your stomach twists violently and you cannot control how red you become. He is destroying you with that attitude of his. Trying to annoy him has become your last resort of trying to take back some control over the situation.

After recomposing yourself, you get on with your day; attend your classes and heads to the bar with you friends. Sometime after midnight, you throw yourself into bed, hoping better things for the next day and trying to keep a certain someone from your thoughts.

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It is about eleven in the morning when you wake up. You can barely open your eyes: your whole body is taken over by soreness and a heavy sensation, your limbs growing cold although you are rolled into a pile of blankets.

You drag yourself into the kitchen, trying to search for your other roommates and ask them for some aspirin or any medicine that might rid you of your pain. Kakashi and Gai are nowhere to be seen, probably already out for their road trip. Considering the efforts of walking to the pharmacy, you decide to just throw yourself in the living room’s couch and power through the pain this cold is causing you.

Still rolled into your pile of blankets and staring blankly into a wall, you do not notice Obito passing through you on his way to the kitchen. Once his presence is known to you, you try to hide yourself, not wanting him to see you in such state.

Without talking to you, he grabs an apple from the counter and heads back into his room, the sound from his TV echoing through the apartment. The only TV in the apartment, mind you, since the one on the living room broke ages ago when Gai kicked it by accident.

Obito’s door closes but suddenly clicks open again, his footsteps approaching the area you were laying in. You close your eyes briefly, bothered by the intense light coming from the nearby window. Once you open them again, you are met with Obito’s figure standing right in front of you.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, approaching you slowly but cautiously.

“Nothing.”

He ponders silently for a while, before responding again:

“It looks like a truck ran you over”

“Thanks”

“… seriously, what’s wrong with you, Y/N?”

“…I think I got… a cold.”

Out of nowhere, he places his rough palm into your forehead, checking for your temperature like your mom used to. His face slowly switches from the usually exaggerated scowl into one of worry.

“Yup, you have a fever. Did you take any medicine?”

“…Don’t have any…” you respond as best as you can, your symptoms overwhelming your usual shyness around him.

Obito disappears into his room briefly, returning with a small carton of cold meds. He fills a cup of water by the kitchen and hands the small pill to you. You barely rationalize his change in behavior, just taking the medicine and hiding into your cocoon of blankets again.

After a while, you drift off into a nap, letting the medicine take over and help you get better. You don’t even dream, time skips by in a flash. You’re awaken with the smell of food, specifically chicken. Once you’re able to open your eyes, all disheveled and sweaty from the fever, you’re met with what seems to be a fever dream.

Obito is once again in front of you, a small bowl of soup in his hand. You sit up, leaving room for your roommate to sit beside you, and so he does. Before you can say anything, he places a spoonful of soup near your mouth while avoiding eye contact.

You grab the spoon and eat it, rejoicing in the taste of his food. You always knew he was the best cook in the house since you ate his lunch accidentally before.

“Thanks Obito”

“It’s nothing, just eat it to get better, alright?”

He sits there patiently while you finish the rest of the soup, the warm liquid and the amazing taste of it already making you feel so much better. Once you’re done, he places the plate into the coffee table.

“So… I bet this ruined your road trip with the guys, huh?”

“…Well, actually, no. I wasn’t planning on coming with them.”

“Oh?”

“Why the surprise?” You provoke him out of habit.

“Well, aren’t you worried Kakashi might get with other girls?”

“…What? Why would I care about that?”

“…” Obito seems confused. His dark black eyes shine in thought, the cogs clearly turning in his head. “Aren’t you… you know…”

“What?”

“Into him and stuff?”

“Well, no.”

“Oh.”

Obito’s brows remain raised for a couple of seconds, the new information clearly confusing him. You are even more confused, what is this whole thing about? Why is he so interested in your love life all of the sudden? Obito Uchiha, of all people?

“Gai then?”

“No!” You weakly throw a pillow into his lap, trying to be playful.

“Okay… are you feeling better?”

“Confused, but a little better.”

Obito inches closer to you again, making your heart race as his eyelashes become more and more visible. He once again checks your fever, carefully placing his palm on your forehead.

“You’re still warm.”

“Oh, damn…”

“You should rest, watch something until it fully goes away.”

“Thanks, I’ll do that then.”

You get up from the sofa, heading to your room and thanking him for the soup. Before you can close the door to your room, Obito places his hand on the door.

“Hey, why don’t you use my TV? I’ll be in the living room, so you can rest there…”

His proposition sounds weird to you. He has been so closed off lately, but today he is inviting you to watch TV into his room. Despite your suspicions, you accept it, grappling into the opportunity to growing closer to him again.

Obito sets you up with one of his favorite sappy romantic movies and helps you settle into his bed. The whole room smells of his cologne, the one you have not smelled in a while due to his distance. A few minutes into the movie, you give up on trying concentrating, the whole situation overwhelming you.

On a whim, you go looking for Obito in the living room. He is sitting into the sofa, messing with his phone. He has that closed off look on his face. It melts away once he notices your presence, something you have not seen in a while.

“Hey, do you want to watch the movie with me?”

“…!?” He looks at you, his head tilted in confusion.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I-Imean, I’ll get back in there then…” You fumble around with your words.

“Oh! S-sure, okay.”

Obito follows you into his room. You both accommodate yourselves into his bed, sitting distant from each other at first.

As the movie goes on, you both inch closer until you are resting your head onto his shoulders. You hold your breath to the max, sicker by the sudden contact with your crush than by your actual sickness. After a while, he checks your temperature again, murmuring something about your getting better while keeping his hands on you. Slowly but surely, he leaves small caresses on your hair, playing with it with his fingers.

The credits roll and the both of you stay in awkward silence, not sure about what to say. You decide to get up and go get some sleep on your own room, thinking that Obito is probably already sick of your presence.

~”~

You take a brief shower and change into some fresh clothes, getting yourself ready for another nap. You are about to get into bed when you hear a knock by your door, opening it to find Obito standing there.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Much better, thanks for looking after me today, Obito”

“No need to thank me.” He scratches the back of his neck, acting awkward: “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about how I… How I have been acting since you moved in.”

“It’s cool, don’t w-“

“Listen, Y/N, I have something to confess.”

“…”

You are left too stunned to speak.

“I… freaked out when you moved in. Konan had told me that you were moving in because you had a crush on someone from the apartment…”

“What?! She told you that?”

“I thought you were into Kakashi… I got… jealous.” His dark eyes now look directly into your, carving a hole into your skull and heart. “I’m sorry for being a jerk”

You are in shock. Did he just say he was jealous? In what sense? You try to calm yourself down, also trying to put the remaining effects from your cold aside. Utterly confused by everything Obito just said and too tired to make a better judgement of the situation, you decide to make a confession yourself:

“Well… Konan was right though. I do have some feelings for someone here.”

Obito seems to be thinking hard. At first, he seems confused. However, once he realizes what you meant, a big smile forms across his features, along with a gleam on his eyes.

He takes you into a big hug, proceeding to interlace his fingers with your hair, examining your features from up close. Finally, he surprises you once again with a searing kiss.

~”~

“I told you, of course you’re going to catch my cold if you kiss me.” You remind Obito as you place a wet towel over his forehead.

“I regret nothing.”

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userlando · 3 years ago

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I dunno if you do requests, but if you did a possessive/jealous Tom Hardy (or Eddie, or Alfie.... I dunno, they all give off the vibe) I would I've you like my soul or something......,........

oh god, inspiration strikes again..

Alfie wasn’t a soft man, both physically and mentally. He didn’t grow up in the warmest household and his mother, bless her heart, did everything to raise her boys to be great men when their father failed in that department.

Not to say that she’d failed, considering where Alfie had ended up, but it provided him with enough resources and money to take care of her the way she’d struggled to put food on the table and provide for him and his siblings during his childhood.

Alfie wasn’t soft when he’d done unspeakable things during the war, and he certainly wasn’t soft when he’d taken his place as the king of London. His hard exterior and the amount of blood on his hands was enough for people to fear him. And that’s all he would ever ask for. Because fear was respect, and Alfie would pry out anyone’s teeth with pliers if anyone dared to show him anything else.

Alfie wasn’t soft, but that’s the word he’d describe himself feeling when he heard you laugh for the first time. It had been five years but he remembered it so vividly that it still - to this day - made his hands shake in a way he’d never admit out loud. God forbid someone would hear him spew soppy shit that only you found endearing and romantic.

It was a rainy afternoon and Alfie was craving an evening at the pub after a long day at the distillery. A drink was all he’d come for, but then he’d heard you laugh and his ears had immediately perked at the sound.

It wasn’t difficult for him to locate where that sound came from. Because as he suspected, your face was just as radiating as your laugh and it sounded silly, but he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, that he had to have you.

You were tough at first, your boundaries and lack of interest unlike any other woman’s he’d usually pick up. The way you seemed so unattainable only seemed to pull unwanted male attention, but the more he tried to pursue you, the more word got around. You were his woman, and only his. It infuriated you at first because you were no one else’s but yours, though Alfie knew you’d secretly loved it. Even though you refused to admit it even years later when the topic arose in conversation.

So, Alfie wasn’t soft. But he was soft for you, and he was soft for your laugh. Which was why his ears - much like that day at the pub - perked when he heard your giggle echo in the distillery. A frown immediately cast over his face as he placed his pen down on the surface of his desk.

He glanced around in confusion at first, wondering who the fuck you were speaking to that made you giggle like that. And his stomach churned when he thought of all the greasy men who were working under the roof of his distillery, who’d been instructed to not speak to you if not absolutely necessary. Everybody knew this. No one was foolish enough to risk losing their ball sack to a rusty shank.

Or so, that’s what Alfie thought.

The chair squeaked in protest as he rose from it, rough hands flat on the table to heave himself up as he grunted in annoyance. Annoyance because someone was clearly not doing their job, and annoyance because you knew better than to prance around at the distillery when there was work to be done. And chances are, you looked absolutely gorgeous doing it.

Alfie’s suspicions were correct, he realised, as he walked down the creaky stairs to the base floor. He found you a few yards away, legs that he loved so much clad in stockings he knew he’d be ripping off later. You had the same green dress on he’d seen you dress in before he left for work that morning.

He would’ve stood there and appreciated the way your dress flared where your back met your bottom, or the way you’d prettily pinned your hair back just far enough to reveal your neck. The very same neck he’d buried his face into the night before and just this morning.

Alfie couldn’t appreciate it though, mostly because of the two dimwits standing in front of you, greased up faces smiling as they spoke to you. As if Alfie paid them to slack off. Fucking idiots.

As Alfie moved closer, he could hear your soft voice ask ‘How’s Claire doing? What a strong woman she is for birthing your lovely twins!’ It admittedly made Alfie soften for a second, because of course you’d take interest in everyone’s life and show genuine concern. That was the major difference between you two. Where Alfie lacked, you made up for.

“Right, last time I checked, I paid you fucking idiots to do your jobs,” Alfie startled the two men as he approached, voice booming as usual. “So, tell me what you’re bloody standing around here for.”

You turned around with ease, having been with him long enough to not bat an eyelash at his vulgar words and flaring anger. His face was scrunched up in an expression that would make any sensible man and woman in London cower in fear, and you placed a hand on his meaty arm in a poor effort to calm him down. And to silently tell him to shut up and behave.

“Alfie.” You greeted him like he wasn’t shooting daggers at the two men who now looked like they wanted nothing more than to bolt. You couldn’t blame them. “Hi sweetheart. I was just talking to Christopher and William here about their families. Did you know Will had twins?”

Alfie only managed a grunt because why did you know their names? And Will?

He didn’t know if he wanted to drag the bastard into his office by his cock and beat his face into three different shades or to toss them out on their sorry arses. He knew the first option would send him into the doghouse for God knows how long, and the other option would cause more problems between the two of you than he dared to think about.

“Two girls.” The one he assumed was named William said, albeit a little shakily. The man next to him elbowed him and they both went quiet.

“Right, I must’ve missed the part where I fucking asked.” Alfie was livid, and there were so many factors playing into that reason.

These animals who worked under him knew to never lay their eyes on you, nevertheless talk to you. And he wanted to be angry at how good you looked, at the audacity to walk into the distillery when he knew he disliked you hanging around here during office hours.

Mostly, he wanted to spank your stubborn arse black and blue.

“Alfie, why don’t we go to your office, hm?” You asked softly, feeling the way he was shaking as you squeezed his bicep gently.

He knew what it was though. Your way of telling him to simmer down and behave.

You didn’t wait for him to answer, turning on your pretty polished heels to walk around and past him toward his office. He didn’t miss the way your legs wobbled, and he knew you were well aware of what you were to expect once the fragile door of the office closed behind the two of you. Alfie knew that the wobble of your legs derived from excitement and not from fear. You could scowl and reprimand him all you wanted, but you both knew that you loved his possessiveness at the end of the day.

He watched you walk away, his anger simmering down just a wee bit before he turned his head to the two men standing in front of him. He sucked his teeth, smacked his lips and contemplated beating them with his cane before thinking twice of it.

“What the fuck are you two still doing ‘ere?” His roar was enough to have them scatter like mice.

Alfie huffed and turned around, following in your footsteps to his office where you were waiting.

“How many times have I told you, right, to not fuckin’ walk in here when I’m working, woman?” He walked in and closed the door behind him.

He struggled to contain his anger when he saw you sitting on his desk, legs crossed over each other and his eyes immediately went to the sliver of skin where the hem of your dress had ridden up on your thigh. Alfie’s first instinct was to march up and grab the delicate skin until you squirmed, but he stopped himself.

He gripped his cane tighter in his right hand and rubbed his forehead with the other one. “You’re fuckin’ impossible.”

You frowned. “I can’t help it if you’re possessive, Alf. That’s your problem, not mine.”

“You know how these men are.” He gritted out, gesturing behind him to the distillery. “You cannot be this dim.”

“Alfie Solomons, I know you didn’t just call me dim.” You said and Alfie paused at the tone of your voice.

You sounded annoyed but he could detect the hurt in your voice and it was enough for him to let out a grumbling sigh, stepping up to the desk where you sat. He silently admired the frown lines on your pretty face and prayed that he hadn’t shoved his foot in his mouth.

Alfie got his answer when you parted your legs enough for him to step between them, and he struggled to breathe properly when you circled them around his behind to pull him closer.

“You’re my girl, yeah?” He muttered, bringing a hand up to cradle your cheek.

“Woman.” You protested softly, welcoming the touch as his silent apology.

You watched as his eyes appraised you and held back from preening when he grunted in appreciation and what you knew were hunger as his eyes trailed your body before landing on your face.

“And what a fucking woman you are.” He said lowly, using his hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

The clatter of the cane falling to the floor didn’t deter you as he let go of it in order to grab you by the waist, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, not caring if anyone heard you. Alfie pinched the top of your arse in retaliation and you squealed.

“Alfie!” You sounded scandalised but the enormous smile on your lipstick smeared lips said otherwise.

Alfie admired his artwork with a smug smile, knowing that his mouth probably looked a mess too.

“Don’t Alfie me, woman.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that tasted a lot like a promise. “This is just a preview of what I’ll be doing to you tonight.”

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Welp, that turned sexual. But hello! Hi! Surprise, here’s me answering to an ask five hundred years later. I was in a writing mood so.. hope you enjoy x

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