#i laughed so hard but it made me realize people dont even use the ahs ship names anymore ☹️

[blurbios]

Being Dabi’s Doting S/O (Part 2)

cw: none

other: gn! reader, fluff

follow up to this

As odd as it still felt when Dabi thought about it, he had gotten used to you caring for him. The mission Shigaraki had sent him on was a long and tedious one, no intense fighting, but tiring nonetheless. He was absolutely exhausted, the only thing that kept him going was the thought of seeing you light up when he walked through the door. Nobody told you that Dabi was coming home that night, so you were sitting in bed, typing out an essay for some random college kid that commissioned you. You started writing papers as a side hustle after having met the league so that you could help keep the lights on in the place. You were nearly finished when you heard the doorknob turning. “Ah, you’re home! Nobody told me, I’m sorry. Should I run you a bath? Did you eat?” You rambled on and on as he walked closer to you, visibly fatigued. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, you quickly moved the laptop from your lap, careful not to delete your hard work. 

“I missed you.” He looked up at you, his head now resting on your thighs.

“I missed you too Dabi, I’m glad you’re back.” You ran your fingers through his messy hair. “How bad was it? Because I’ll fight Shiggy, I don’t care.” You hated seeing him look so drained.

“You don’t have to do that, it wasn’t bad. It just took too long, don’t worry.” He laughed a bit at the thought of you actually confronting Tomura. 

“I always worry, you know that.” You smiled down at him, taking a second to take in what was happening. Not one sarcastic remark, not one hand swat, he was nothing but genuine. He brought your free hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on each individual digit, you could feel the smile on his lips as he did so.

“I love you, y/n.” he said looking up at you admiring your features. He still had a hard time saying it, but he couldn’t believe that you were his. 

“I thought I was supposed to be the mushy one.” You joked. 

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me too much.” He retorted like normal. He sat up and turned toward you, taking your hands in his. “Sometimes I think you’re too good for me.” You raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the sudden sincerity. “You’re so caring and kind, you shouldn’t be around people in the league, people like me.” His eyes dropped as he felt a bit ashamed. 

“If you really think all those things, you have to tell me what I can do to make those thoughts fade.” You removed your hands from his grasp and placed them on either side of his face. “I love you, Dabi. I want you to realize that you deserve good things too.” You inched closer to his face, so he had to look at you. “I mean it, I love you, more than anything.” He leaned forward to press his lips gently to yours. You both felt heat growing in your cheeks. You felt the familiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach, the same feeling as when you had first confessed to him. He leaned all his weight on you causing you to lay down. You wrapped your arms around him as he laid on top of you. 

“Maybe I am rubbing off on you too much.” You laughed. It was nice having the tables turned, him clinging to you instead of the norm. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He spoke lightly into your hair as he nuzzled closer. 

“And I’m even luckier.” You placed a soft kiss on his temple. You felt so lucky that he felt comfortable with you, comfortable enough to seek you out and rest his whole weight on you, comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you, and comfortable enough to show that he loves you. You were used to him doing little things, silent gestures of love, but this was new and it made you feel treasured. After all, you were his treasure, the treasure that he was lucky enough to stumble upon, and the treasure that he would never ever let go of.

a/n: i dont think every league member is gonna get a part two, but this popped in my head and i knew i had to do it. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh thank y’all for enjoying these lil stories i write btw makes me happy xx

[musewritingsforyou]

A Normal? Day

Summary: A normal day in the life of Beacon Hills Favorite Couple

Warnings: unbearable Fluff, plot points that wont make sense just yet

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I realized I dont have any of my Stiles work updated yet! This is just a short little oneshot to show people what my stiles writing will kind of be like. I wrote it to be included in a season rewrite that I am doing but It didnt fit great so now im just giving it to you for fun!

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*somethings that wont make sense to you will be explained if you go read my series rewrite in the next few weeks!*

A normal day in a supernatural world. 

Step one, wake up. 

Waking up is a long process for me. My lovely hyperactive boyfriend did what he always does for me each morning, wake up about thirty minutes before me, sit there as still as he can (which is not very still) to let me sleep in, give up after ten minutes and then get out of bed. Stiles woke up at six this morning, playing with my hair as I slept before he finally got out of bed. Like every morning since we started doing this, he placed his pillow and a spare flannel in my arms so I wouldn't  ‘get cold and lonely’, and then went to get himself ready for school. This was a relatively short process, throw on some pants, decide between a sweatshirt or a flannel, find the backpack and then he's pretty much done. For me on the other hand, it's a little different.

“y/n/n, I gave you five extra minutes. You gotta get up.” I groaned and moved the pillow that was in my arms to cover my face. To my disappointment Stiles took it off and started peppering me with kisses until I opened my eyes with a scowl on my face.

“I love you but I really hate you.” He gave me a classic Stiles grin as he moved backwards off of the bed. 

“I know, you make sure to tell me that every time I wake you up.” 

After walking out the door, and then back to it within seconds to make sure I was actually getting up, Stiles went downstairs to make some coffee and left me to get ready. I was running late, per usual, but by the time I made it to the car all of my things were there waiting for me, along with Stiles who held out a travel cup of coffee just the way I like it and forcibly handed me a banana.

“Eat.” I shook my head and motioned for him to drive. 

“Too early, If I eat right now I'll actually puke all over your car.” He started the car and drove with one hand as he kept the banana extended. 

“Babe, we do this every morning and every morning I remind you that-” I snatched the fruit from his hand as I finished his sentence. 

“Breakfast is important and if you don't eat it in three hours you're going to come to me during class with a panicked look on your face telling me you think you're about to pass out. I know, I remember.” 

I sound sarcastic like this every morning, but even through the snide remarks and the occasional unnecessary and undeserved insult, Stiles still looks at me like I'm the answer to the universe.

Step two, school. For this one I recommend that you don’t do what I manage to do every year, fill your schedule with all honors and AP classes, zero breaks or study halls, and more than three extra-curriculars.

I won't bore you with the rather slow details of a highschool senior. I will however give you this, classes are hard, I don't think I will ever be able to use a red pen in my entire life, and with each passing day somehow I find a way to be even more stressed than the day before. 

The day ended with me sitting on a bench with Lydia and Malia, watching our boys play lacrosse from across the field and inevitably laughing our asses off whenever either of them would look over to make a face at us and get tackled or hit with something from the field. Ah the simple pleasures, you know? As we both waited for Stiles and Scott, Lydia and I spread our various school textbooks out on the bench in front of us, in all about sixteen heavy books set open as we studied. When Coach finally blew his whistle with one ear shattering blow after another the boys ran to us, practically dripping in sweat. Stiles bound up the bleachers, skipping some of the steps and leaned down in front of me, waiting for a kiss. I didn't look up from my textbook, and neither did Lydia as she responded to the boys while hovering over her calculus homework.

“Nice try boys, but before you even think about going anywhere but a dog kennel, you need to take showers.” There were a few mumbled protests but again without looking up she shooed them with her hands. 

“Come on, off you go.” I giggled a little as they marched away in defeat, their cleats making a crunching sound when they reached the grass. 

Step three, finally to get home, only to have to go to a pack meeting. 

Like every other Friday the pack all met in Scotts living room, this time all agreeing to stay away from anything breakable. I promised Melissa I wouldn't let them destroy the house while she was out, and I keep my promises. At the moment there were no big problems. Though I still wince a little when I say it, it seems like everything in Beacon Hills is… normal. As weird as that sounds. But we still meet once a week, every week it becomes more of a group study/hangout than a real meeting, but spending time with our friends was more valuable than any solution we had come up with before. The only issue to discuss at this meeting was me. I wouldn't call it an issue exactly, but after finding out about my… species? People? Clan? I don't know what to call it, but after finding out about what I am, we still have almost no information about what that really means, for me or for them. 

“Liam, as much as I appreciate the input, I don’t think being a truth seeker literally means that I can cheat on multiple choice tests. Even if it did, morally I will tell you again, cheating is a bad thing, and also none of my classes use multiple choice.” 

They all tried their best to put Stiles and I at ease, telling us that in time we would figure it all out. But that was the thing, we didn't have time. We’re seniors just a few months from leaving this town for college, and once I leave I don't see myself flying across the country once a week just so that I can make sure I know the “truth” of Beacon Hills. The sun finally set and Stiles and I said our goodbyes, walking hand in hand out the jeep before heading to his house for the night. 

Step four, stay up until three in the morning looking for answers about what supernatural powers you have. yeah , I know, that one's a kicker. 

As soon as Stiles and I stepped foot in the door of his room we threw off our bags and changed into sweatpants. I took the flannel he gave to me this morning and placed it over my tank top as we stood in front of his clear board as if waiting for an idea to come to us by itself. The board was still blank, nothing there but a picture of me and Stiles together at the lookout in the woods. A little reminder that no matter what crazy ideas are thrown onto this board, we always have each other. We settled into our usual spots, Stiles standing and pacing in the middle of the room while I spread books and papers out over his bed, laying on my stomach and staring into the pages. 

Finally, Step five, wait for the full frustration to kick in, and then once it's there, find a cute boy to calm you down.

I was laying flat on my stomach with four books in front of me, two from school, two from Lydia on the supernatural. I was hoping that in between my AP calculus homework and my college physics textbook I could figure out something new about my identity. News flash, it wasn't working. I groaned at the words in front of me, frustrated that for some reason the letters were swimming in and out. I took the books (all four of them) and slammed them shut before throwing them aggressively onto the ground in front of Stile’s bed and then taking the papers and just tossing them onto the air without any thought of aim or purpose. Stiles stopped pacing and stood still in front of his board, which now had a few red squiggles here and there along with the photo and a horrible attempt at drawing a wolf. He turned slowly to me with a marker in his hands.

“You good?”

“Not really.” He nodded and walked over, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and putting the marker down. While I was still lying on my stomach he placed a hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

“baby, do you know what time it is right now?” I placed my head in my hands and responded. 

“No. Do I want to?” 

“No, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It's three in the morning.” I said nothing and just signed into my hands. Stiles ignored my angry sighs and continued. 

“Babe do you know what that means?” I shook my head. 

“Well first of all it means that you are probably exhausted, which is why you're getting so frustrated with yourself, but more importantly it means that we have two hours before that night time diner downtown closes.” I looked up fast. 

“Are you talking about the one with the pie, and the fries and the shakes.” He looked at me very seriously and nodded. Without another word I popped up on the bed and threw on a pair of crocs.

 “Stiles, no matter what I say in the mornings when you wake me up, I love you so much I think you might even be higher on my list than eating pie at three in the morning.” He gave me a broad smile and kissed me on the cheek. 

“Say no more, love.”

[cyverrieee]

💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚

Mermaid Venti AU

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Pirate!Y/n x Mermaid!Venti

You fell of your ship and someone came in to save you

A/N: FUCK I FORGOT TO ADD THIS WAS INSPIRED BY A VENTI ASMR (Mermaid!Venti tried to seduce you asmr) SLAYED FR STILL WAITING FOR PART 4/5

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You felt the water go through your ears as you go down, you tried to swim up but the water was too hard to swim in. You slowly gave up and accepted your faith in drowning as you felt some arms pull you up to the surface.

"ah! Your alive"

The person said, looking at them from bottom and the top. You realized that this person had a tail for legs. You backed away knowing it was a mermaid.. or rather a siren, now that you think about it; you did hear a song that made you turn in a trance. You looked them suspiciously.

"oh.. i see but before we talk we— i mean you can sit on that rock"

They pointed to the nearest rock, i mean it was bug to sit on so you followed them. You sat yourself on the rock as the mermaid just stayed in the water.

"judging from your face.. you dont really trust me huh?"

The mermaid said, quietly laughing on what they said. You just nodded in respond.

"i wont really hurt you! I swear"

You stared at them judgmentally but there isnt really much you can do, your in the middle of the ocean with a mermaid and you dont even know where your ship is. You sighed in defeat, as you look at them, theyre eyes shone brightly when you looked at them with that "i dont trust you" look.

"fine.. I'll trust you since you save me all but dont expect much.."

The mermaid's eyes twinkle with passion and relief. They threw themselves up the rock next to you. Now you have a closer detail on the mermaid beside you, they had black hair fading into a vibrant blue ish teal color, their eyes are diamond like emeralds and they shine when the light hits is direction, they had golden accessories that looked like a royal being would wear and their tail.. it had a blue ish teal crystalize texture and look. The fish like human looked at you before speaking

"you know this is my first time meeting a human up closed once.."

The mermaid said, looking down a bit then looking up to you again woth a more genuine look

"when i just wanna say hi to the humans they just run away from me once they caught sight of me.. all i ever wanted was someone to talk to.."

The mermaid said, you felt guilty or pity for them as you were one of those people. Now the question is.. are they a siren?

"are you a siren?"

You nonchalantly said, the mermaid turned to you with a puzzled look

"A siren? I never heard that before.."

They said, you slightly widen your eyes in disbelief. How could a mermaid not know what a siren is... Arent they one of their kind?

"in my home, there's no such thing as a siren.. mind telling me more about them?"

The mermaid spoke as they looked at you, you nodded and proceed to tell what you know about the Sirens.

"huuh?.. a Mermaid who uses their voice to lure in sailors? But i didnt sing to get any sailors or anything i was just singing for my own pleasure and it makes me happy." The mermaid said looking at you, you just nodded and looked down at yourself; you see a cut on your knee thats preventing you to walk.

"ah.. my knee...",

You mumbled but it was heard by the mermaid,

"Oh! Uh let me help, maybe my magic isnt so bad right now"

The mermaid spoke, as they turn to your direction and put your leg on their lap. They began to chant a song slowly but surely your wound is getting healed, with leaves you flabbergasted. The mermaid just giggled in respond.

"your tune is nice by the way"

You said, the mermaid perked up and stared at you, he gently smiled at you as the waves bring calming noises. Well almost. You felt safe under their protection, givjng you eading comfort and peace. But that didnt really last long. Soon enough your ship found you laying in a rock, but before that.

"Ah.. i can see your ship from afar, well good bye! Uh..."

He cut off himself just realizing that he didnt knew your name. You softly wheezed in respond

"Y/n L/n"

You said, lazily smiling as you waved good bye. He nodded and whispered barely enough for you to hear

"Venti.."

He last said before jumping back in the water. Soon your ship made it to your small lil rocky island. As one of your crewmates threw down a ladder for you, the captain immediately came in and checked on you.

"are you okay?! How did you end up here!"

She said worryingly, you felt a bit nervous that you being treated like this. But it would be normal for a leader to be worried about their group.

"i fell the ship by accident and fell unconscious, i end up in that rock you found on just now"

You explained, the captain only nodded and left. You wipe off ths sweat forming from your forehead. Venti watched you from afar as your boat slowly hovered farther and farther away. He swimmed down to go meet his family again.

His younger brother, Xiao waits for him as he sees a dark green haired male like his hair, he scoffed and swam closer to him.

"Took you long enough"

He scoffed, Venti only said his signature ''Ehe'' as Xiao's face darken, This immediately made Venti stop with his silliness and went in the coral castle. They walked on the red carpet as the King and Queen of the ocean stood before them.

"Hello there my dears!"

The Queen happily said, as she goes down to meet the two siblings,

"Hello mother"

"Hi mom!"

They both said with different courtesy, Venti was more casual while Xiao was more Formal. People would sometimes think these two arent brothers! But thats kind of normal here.

The two green brothers heard the news of the newly crowned heir, Xiao already knows who it is - As its Venti himself, Venti didnt really care for this role but he was forced to by his parents.

The event took place and once the event was over, he went to his room and took off the heavy jewelry as his mind drifted off to you..

Ahh.. i hope to see you again.. Y/n

Was his last words before falling asleep.. his face unconsciously build up a small smile as he dreams of you

[atangledfate]

Jewel paused and looked up at the flaming decoy. Maybe on the surface he was all business. Maybe on the surface he wanted to be aloof and uncaring. But she believed on some level they were a good person after all they saved her. Made a decoy to protect her. Maybe they justified it by saying it was to hurt clutch, but she believed on some level they did so because it was the right thing to do. She didn't know for sure though but only smiled at them despite all that.

" Maybe it was just circumstance... but we owe you all the same... so i'll say thank you despite all that. The enemy of my enemy is a friend or so the saying goes. "

She tensed up when he blew a hole in the floor, though it hardly mattered now did it? The red flashing lights had her shaking visibly from fear! she had to hurry! get the Chaotix to safety and her people to!

" Ah! he wouldn't--- OH CHAOS HE WOULD! "

She realized that if Clutch was cornered he might well take them all out! But she had to hope it was just a bluff!

" We--- should get moving! i'll head to the incinerator and save the Chaotix! do what you can about security... and lets pray Tails is successful on his eand to! "

She was about to dive down into the lower deck when a cloud like mist flooded out of the vents! coating the halls in a cool misty breeze! that filled the halls! it was so thick it was hard to see, making it doubly hard to figure out where to go! luckily she had antenna! which acted as a second sensory perception allowing her to navigate even in darkness! She could sense the air flow around her with them and thus gave her a way to move about.

" What next! no i don't want to know! "

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Tails had nearly reached his goal as he jumped up and used his tails to smash down one of the security guards. Making his way into the engine room and grapping the manual control console. He started to rapidly punch in commands to adjust the ships location. Quickly hacking the security system and lock down protocols and shifting the ship at an angle. Luckily the mist was only flooding the upper levels, so down here he wasn't effected!

" Crap... this old hunk of junk---i'll have to stay here and make sure the ship is far enough away. Guess its up to everyone else to stop Clutch... here is hoping those red flashing lights dont mean when i think they mean..."

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Clutch Jumped up onto the front of the carrier as the Chain was yeeted at him! he shot the chain mid flight with his cane gun! a loud plink of steel meeting steel and a spark! as he deflected the chain in one fell motion! proving tha he might be old but he hadn't lost his step! at least not yet!

" HAH! no i don't think so! not yet! "

Eggman and Metal both entered the room casually as he was amused by what he saw. Clutch refit his old carrier design with his own crude weapons. It lacked any elegance at all and in a way he was rather insulted by it. He however let his eyes turn to the stranger as he smiled widely as he leaned back on his heels and let out a jovial laugh!

" OH HO! and why would i do that? You wanted to talk first then go talk! Metal and i should wait our turn! you can handle it right? after all you sure talk a big talk! let's see you walk that walk! "

He had no intention of helping beyond what he had to and clearly he didn't see a reason to get involved with the battle!

" Besides you are doing so well! and he's just ONE old man... i'm sure you can handle him..."

Clutch seemed mildly amused by the situation as he held the cane toward the stranger and gripped the trigger! He had a wonderful idea one he'd try and see how loyal this guy was!

" how about this! i'll pay you to kill the egg and let me go! name your price! i'm going to be rather rich in a moment... and with Restoration gone i'll be even richer when Clean Sweep takes over! so what do you say? how much to get you to let me go! "

He held out the dead mans switch in front of him

" Or we can go with the alternative! i blow us all to bits! no one wins we all lose! your call stranger..."

"Thanking me is pointless. I'm not noble hero, nor someone simply doing the right thing. I know it may seem like I'm just trying to get you to dislike me, though I just know I don't deserve it for the core reasons I'm here. You may disagree if you wish, though its only the facts is all. As for seeing me again, I doubt I'll stick around long when the dust settles." He was simply being honest.

"Fifty three people are one this floor. Eighteen walking around which means they're more than likely guards. That means thirty-five are civilians. Only three are closer to use which means leading security over here is our best bet." He then held out the palm of his hand before blasting a huge hole into the ground with flames, the metal metaling as it tore through the ship. "Don't worry, it isn't going to hit anyone or damage the ship's systems or engine." He then looked up seeing the red flashing lights.

"Lovely, a self destruct system. With them active I can sense the heat coming of. Five hundred and sixty three bombs are what I can see in this part of the ship. Seems like Clutch isn't too happy things aren't going his way. Though it'd be pointless if he doesn't get off the ship so as long as he stays on the chances of him detonating are slim." He wouldn't put it past him to take everyone out with him, though that's normally a last resort.

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The cloaked stranger entered the room, seeing Clutch in one of Eggman's carriers, though it had clearly been modified. He would toss the chain from his sleeve and warped it around the Egg Carrier. "Sorry, though you aren't going anywhere." Most would think he was insane thinking he could hold back something with so much power without being dragged along, though was sure Clutch would be surprised.

"Hey, mind getting you tin can in here to grab Clutch from the carrier before Clutch get's the bright idea to take everyone out with him?" He was smart, though doubt he could figure out how to turn off the signal to set off all the explosive's in the airship. Guess Eggman being here was paying off in this sense, though he did wonder if Clutch had actually disabled all of Eggman's failsafe's in that carrier.

[cromearts]

wanted to join ahs twt cuz im usually on twt rather than tumblr these days but girl…. i can see why i stayed on tumblr most of the time no way a dead fandom is this messy 😭😭

[loverofcats14]

Daddy's Little Girl F!Mc x Lucifer

You and Lucifer had a heartfelt chat about dads,and he fucked you.

Lucifer was washing the dishes as his sleeves were rolled up as he brushed each dish with such care.

He was tired after dealing with another dinner fight and all he wanted was to finish chores and sleep. His hair was severely disheveled,his vest and coat was off,and gloves on the counter. You'd never seen him so formal and sexy-?

As you felt bad for him so you wanted to give him words of encouragement. You walked up to him realizing how his arms and hands were rather long and rough. You blushed realizing you were staring.You tapped his shoulder to get his attention as he looked back and smiled.

"Ah Mc is there something you need?" He asked cleaning up the remaining dishes.You handed him some cups as you jumped on the counter.

"Oh no I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated you being in charge." You smiled twiddling your thumbs. "Oh most people say I'm too much of a hardass Mc. So why aren't you?" Lucifer asked drying off his fingers as he turned to you with a curious look.

"Well you are in charge like a- father!" You laughed. Lucifer was laughing as he waited for you to continue as he crossed his arms. "I never had my father around so I dont know how father figures are. But now here I am surrounded by demon men." You sighed putting away the cups.

"My father was never the greatest as you know, so I try for my brothers even if they're being difficult. Thank you Mc." Lucifer smirked looking at you. Feeling happy you just came here to say such heartfelt words.

"Well no problem daddy." You smiled as  you jumped off the counter you were about to go. Until Lucifer jumped and used his figure to cage you.

"What was that princess? Are you calling me your daddy? I'm so honored." Lucifer smirked as nipped your neck pressing hard. "Lucifer-" "Uh uh listen to your Daddy Mc." You half lidded looked at Lucifer as your heat became hot. "Now Princess what do you want daddy to do for you? Do you want me to kiss you,bite you,or maybe fuck you?" Lucifer said as his hands gripped the countertop.

Lucifer liked the idea of being your supperior and taking care of you. He will fufill that role sexully,emotionally,and lovingly. And no one will take that away.

"Just kiss me god damn it daddy." You whined as Lucifer was shocked by your forwardness. He let his sadism be quiet for tonight. He knew you were emotional so as long as you have pleasure.

"Fine by me Princess mh." Lucifer said as he clashed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for opening. As you hesitantly complied you opened your mouth. His tongue ravenging your mouth. He didnt even let you breathe. He clasped your neck to be closer.

You separated your mouth for a breather as you looked at Lucifer with pleading eyes. "Damn it Princess you're making me hard." He groaned in a sultry voice. 

Lucifer unzipped his fly as you were shocked on how big his member was. Lucifer noticed and smirked. "Have you never seen a big of cock as daddy's?" "No I just haver had a cock in me at all." You confessed blushing.

"Oh Mc we don't have to do this if you don't want to." Lucifer lowered his facode making sure you were okay. "Im ready daddy don't worry." You rereasured him taking your jeans off.

"Okay princess let Daddy take your virginity." Lucifer smirked as he kissed you. As he asked you to get off as he made you lean on the counter. "Now Princess dont worry this will be special. No one will interrupt as Daddy sound proofed the kitchen and locked it."

"Alright just get on with it Daddy." You pleaded. "I never knew my princess was so needy." Lucifer smirked as he took off your panties, "Oh so wet for me princess." "Just for you daddy and only you~" "Fuck princess.."

"Princess Im going to lose control if you keep seducing me. I'm going to put it in now tell me if it's too much." You nodded in agreement.

Lucifer slowly slid his member in your heat. "Ahhh~ Daddy sm'feels good~." You whined as you put your head down. You kept tightening around Lucifer's member making him sensitive.

"Fuck Princess,if you keep doing that Daddy's going to-" "Cum in me Daddy please please!" You begged. "Princess damn it ahh," Lucifer's seed came in your walls spilling out your hole.

"Sigh Lucifer thank you." You sighed in the counter. "No problem Mc,I'll always be here for you." Lucifer smiled kissing your neck. "Besides your daddy's little girl now forever." "I forever will be Daddy."

[sofasoap]

*rubbing hands*

‘‘Didn’t know he could even move following a rythm’’ Simon snorted, shaking his head lightly. ‘‘God knows how bloody difficult it is to make him follow directions’’

All Soap could do before hand was probably shake his booty and thats it...

They had chosen the darkest corner in the bar they could find,

So the two of you can finally ---- *getting dragged away*

She wasn’t sure where it came from. But a dark, piercing wave of jealousy made her throat tighten in a knot

Ahhh Riot.. tsk tsk tsk.. its only your captain..

‘If I’m alive today, is thanks to him’’ And to Laswell, he thought. And to Kyle and Johnny. And even to Nikolai. Baffled, he suddenly realized how many people were closer to his dark, stunted heart than he previously realized. Mylène. Olga. More than the fingers on one hand.

🥹

‘‘Grizzly’’ Gabi chuckled when Riot exhaled a grunt, trying to focus on her drink and not roll her eyes too hard. ‘‘He’s trying to woo Florrie and is asking if I know her favourite flowers’’

i can just see Grizzly flustering and red faced as he type messages to Gabi...

‘‘Where’s the fun in that’?’’ Johnny chuckled, bending down to kiss Christine’s cheek, and then patted fondly Simon’s shoulder. ‘‘Ye know, Lt, if ye need’em…’’

while his twin sister nodding her head from faraway....agreeing with him🤭

Softly, just as hesitatingly, his hand closed around hers while he also looked away, his ears equally burning, but with a stupid grin under his face mask.

ABOUT TIME OMFG. *cover my face* finally some progress with these two teenagers.....

‘‘<Is that your boyfriend, dear? Does he want anything?>’’ ‘‘<No…>’’ Christine blushed, ‘‘<He isn’t your boyfriend?>’’ ‘‘<Yes! No!>’’ She sputtered, even redder ‘‘<The boyfriend doesn’t want anything, thank you>’’

TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘‘… are we dating now then?’’ And now it was his turn to feel his blood run cold. What were they? The question seemed stupidly childish. For months, Simon had avoided thinking about it, about the officiality of it. Dating, like two teenagers. Fucking hell.

*mumble* you two ARE teenagers by the ways you two are behaving and dancing around.....

‘‘I think we’re way past dating, lovie’’ He sighed, and for some reason, instead of feeling dread, his own words brought him a strange sense of peace. Acceptance. Still, he tried to tease her. ‘‘I’m afraid you have ruined me for anyone else’’

Bold Simon, bold.

‘‘You got stuck on the barbed wire’’ ‘‘I didn’t want to shoot the doggies!’

I just have this crack image/scenario in my head of Riot going " please stop chasing me I don't wanna shoot you you are too cute!!"

‘‘I don’t often have reasons to laugh, beautiful’’ Simon looked at her again, reaching out his left hand to brush away some strands of her hair. She took the opportunity to trace lightly the tattoos on his arm. Her fingers stopped over the bomb when she felt burned, scarred tissue underneath.

and you are one of the biggest reason for him to smile and laugh more often Riot. Ah. Tracing the tattoo/scar .. .such an intimate act. LOVE IT

‘‘Well… let’s say he’ll sit on it for the rest of his life’’

pffffft SIMON!

‘‘I tried to cut my throat with a broken chair’’ After a couple of heartbeats, she decided to add more. ‘‘I couldn’t use my hands, I was tied up. During one of the beatings the chair broke, and I tried to end it’’

😭

And in the end, they were openly laughing their ass off, with the background noise of a bed creaking and the passionate sounds of lovemaking. laughing even more when Johnny cursed them out from the bedroom.

Well Johnny if you dont want an audience.. keep it down!! 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Thank you for the update!!! :D

Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Cartagena Part 3

Took me a bit longer than expected but...

Warning: Mostly fluff and a bit of serious talk, mentions of self harm

Dialogue between <...> is in Spanish

OCs mentioned are Freya (Mini @sofasoap ), Olga (Zhar @nrdmssgs ) and Florrie and Mylène (Petra) belong to @siilvan

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @mmyrrhh @sofasoap @oriix-e

Previous / Masterlist / Next

‘‘Never thought I’d see the day’’

Christine had to laugh at Simon’s grumbled comment, her eyes darting to what she could see of his face before going back to what they both were watching. Johnny and Gabi, dancing salsa among other patrons at the bar they were at, after having dinner.

‘‘You never thought you’d see Johnny dancing?’’

‘‘Didn’t know he could even move following a rythm’’ Simon snorted, shaking his head lightly. ‘‘God knows how bloody difficult it is to make him follow directions’’

‘‘Don’t be like that’’ She laughed again, her fingers tapping on her thighs, following the music. She had been dancing with Gabi until the previous song, then preferred to sit and allow Johnny to dance with his partner. ‘‘Freya and I taught him… he said he wanted to learn because it was a good way to pick hens up’’

‘‘Freya… think I met her last December, when Johnny’s mother and her came to base to pick him up to go North. His twin sister?’’ Simon nodded slowly when she gave an affirmative hum, absorbed by the music, and leant back in his chair with his almost finished beer in hand. They had chosen the darkest corner in the bar they could find, both for their own comfort and to avoid needless chatter with other patrons. That allowed him to drink without fear of being seen or ogled at. He didn’t mind Johnny looking, and he had waited until Gabi had left the table to dance. And everytime he had lowered his face mask, Christine had looked away politely.

His mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, and with a grunt, Simon left the beer on the table and checked the device. Curious, Christine looked at him briefly, quickly realizing he was smiling under the mask, while he typed an answer to whoever it was.

She wasn’t sure where it came from. But a dark, piercing wave of jealousy made her throat tighten in a knot, and a hollow void open in her chest, right where her heart was.

‘‘Who is it?’’ Fuck, why did she ask. What if it was some…

‘‘Price’’ Simon answered calmly. If he noticed the dark venom in her voice, he didn’t show it, but his voice was like molten lava on her ears. She couldn’t help but lean towards him, and suddenly, Simon grabbed her chair and dragged it closer while ignoring her sudden yelp, until their thighs were pressed together. ‘‘He asks how is everything, every day’’

‘‘You are fond of him, aren’t you’’ Christine looked down at her drink, stirring the straw and making the ice cubes clink together, trying to distract herself from the heat she felt on her face. Stupid jealousy. But the fact that he wanted her closer made the dark flames soothe a bit.

Next to her, Simon nodded to himself, acutely aware that something was off within her, but for the life of him couldn’t figure out what.

‘‘If I’m alive today, is thanks to him’’ And to Laswell, he thought. And to Kyle and Johnny. And even to Nikolai. Baffled, he suddenly realized how many people were closer to his dark, stunted heart than he previously realized. Mylène. Olga. More than the fingers on one hand.

Christine seemed about to say something when in that moment, Johnny and Gabi returned briefly to the table to have a sip of their mostly watered down drinks.

‘‘Having fun, here in yer dark corner?’’ Johnny teased, chuckling when all he got was a glare for both of his friends. Gabi giggled and sat down for a moment, grabbing her phone.

‘‘Oooh, this poor man’’ She rolled her eyes, and started to type an answer to some text. Johnny tried to look over her shoulder.

‘‘What’s the matter, hen?’’

‘‘Grizzly’’ Gabi chuckled when Riot exhaled a grunt, trying to focus on her drink and not roll her eyes too hard. ‘‘He’s trying to woo Florrie and is asking if I know her favourite flowers’’

‘‘Florrie is the little bird working with ye and Laswell?’’ Johnny looked over her shoulder, grinning. ‘‘Cute little thing’’

‘‘She is a doll!’’ Gabi nodded, smiling widely, in the middle of typing, Then she stopped, thinking. ‘‘Ok, what was the name…’’

‘‘Gaillardias or chocolate cosmos, but I wish him luck finding them in the UK’’ Christine huffed, stirring the straw again. ‘‘Tell him to get her poppies. If he can find californian ones, the better’’

‘‘Oh yes! Good idea’’ Gabi started typing again, without losing her smile. Christine pushed her knee with hers.

‘‘Don’t tell him it was me!’’

‘‘Too late!’’ The younger woman avoided another push from Christine’s knee, laughing, and returned her phone to her bag. ‘‘Phew, I couldn’t remember… Crisis averted! The poor sod is desperate, and she is no better… How did you know, by the way?’’

‘‘Uh… last week we were at Heather’s and you three were yapping about flowers’’ Christine tried to shrug it off, looking desperately at Johnny and Simon, but both men knew better. Gabi’s eyes flashed with delight.

‘‘You were listening!’’

‘‘Hard not to’’ Christine grumbled, leaning back in her chair as Gabi leant forward, all smiles.

‘‘So, what do you say we go have some fun before going back to the apartment?’’

‘‘Not interested’’ Simon shrugged, and Christine looked at him with gratefulness before giving her own reply.

‘‘Not interested either, but you two have fun’’

‘‘We’ll try!’’ Gabi giggled, and hugged Christine tightly, a bit too tight for the blonde woman’s liking, but she allowed it with an indulgent chuckle.

‘‘Try to be good instead’’

‘‘Where’s the fun in that’?’’ Johnny chuckled, bending down to kiss Christine’s cheek, and then patted fondly Simon’s shoulder. ‘‘Ye know, Lt, if ye need’em…’’

‘‘Fuck off, MacTavish’’ Simon grunted, but the Scot just laughed and followed his girlfriend out of the bar. The Lieutenant continued grumbling while him and Christine collected their things to leave as well.

‘‘If you need… what?’’ Christine looked up at him, with curiosity in her blue eyes, and Simon felt his ears starting to burn.

‘‘Nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s go’’

It was a warm Spanish summer night, and there were still rays of sunlight in the horizon. The streets were full of people coming and going, drowning the atmosphere with the constant chatter and laughter.

As they walked down the street to the building where their rented apartment was, Simon almost stopped in his tracks when her pinky finger hesitatingly brushed against his. He dared to peek at her, but she was looking away, apparently interested in the shops, her ears and what he could see of her cheeks red.

Softly, just as hesitatingly, his hand closed around hers while he also looked away, his ears equally burning, but with a stupid grin under his face mask.

Maybe it was true life could be good.

In silence, they continued on, only stopping if something at a shop caught her attention, feeling her fingers tapping lightly against his to the rythm of a music that wasn’t there. That felt way better than her knee bumping against his leg.

‘‘Do you want ice-cream?’’ Christine looked up at him, raising her eyebrows, tugging lightly from his hand in the direction of the shop. He shook his head, but followed her inside, reluctant to let go of her hand.

‘‘<Hi, may I have a chocolate ice-cream, please? … That size>’’ She ordered in Spanish, trying to maneouvre with one hand to take her wallet out of her pocket, only to find Simon’s hand placing a five euro note on the counter. ‘‘Oh no, don’t you dare’’

He simply ignored her, and the shopkeeper, an elderly woman, smiled openly while filling up the ice-cream cone.

‘‘<Is that your boyfriend, dear? Does he want anything?>’’

‘‘<No…>’’ Christine blushed, still trying to fight to place her own five euro note on the counter, with Simon pushing it away. The shopkeeper giggled, looking pointedly at their hands, still intertwined.

‘‘<He isn’t your boyfriend?>’’

‘‘<Yes! No!>’’ She sputtered, even redder, and feeling even worse listening to the chuckling rumble coming from Simon. ‘‘<I mean…>’’

‘‘<The boyfriend doesn’t want anything, thank you>’’ Simon said, annoyingly calm and collected as always, but the bastard seemed to be having a great time, judging by the way his dark brown eyes sparkled.

And he managed to pay.

‘‘You didn’t have to pay’’ Christine protested once they were in the street again, continuing their path towards the apartment, but she was happily tasting the treat, with her face mask under her chin. Simon shrugged, still keeping her free hand in his.

‘‘I wanted to…’’ He looked down at her, chuckling for himself. ‘‘… sweetheart’’

She almost choked on the ice-cream, feeling her ears burn. It took a few deep breaths before she was able to even dare ask.

‘‘… are we dating now then?’’

And now it was his turn to feel his blood run cold. What were they? The question seemed stupidly childish. For months, Simon had avoided thinking about it, about the officiality of it. Dating, like two teenagers. Fucking hell.

And still, being together, hand in hand, felt strangely… apropriate. As if it should be.

‘‘I think we’re way past dating, lovie’’ He sighed, and for some reason, instead of feeling dread, his own words brought him a strange sense of peace. Acceptance. Still, he tried to tease her. ‘‘I’m afraid you have ruined me for anyone else’’

His teasing flew over her head completely.

‘‘… so have you’’ Christine murmured meekily into her ice-cream. Feeling like a fool, and ridiculous, but at the same time stupidly hopeful. The tiny voice inside her head was yelling at her that she didn’t deserve it, but she consciously tried to drown it.

‘‘That’s why you got all jealous about me texting back at the bar?’’

She wished the ground would open and swallow her.

‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’’

‘‘Sure you don’t’’ Simon chuckled quietly. It wasn’t expected, but it felt good. To know she felt possessive of him. Maybe it wasn’t that bad that he felt possessive of her too.

She grumbled something under her breath and offered him her ice-cream. He lowered his face mask to take a bite out of it, his eyes looking fondly at the back of her head when she turned away to not look at him by accident.

They kept their comfortable silence, walking hand in hand, until way after they arrived at the apartment. Like an old couple that understood each other without words, showering one after the other, and then crashing together on the sofa to watch the telly until Johnny and Gabi came back or they were too tired to stay up.

‘‘Where did you get that?’’

Christine turned her eyes from the tv to him, and then down to her thighs following his gaze. She was wearing again his t-shirt and her pyjama shorts, and the pinkish scar on her right thigh was visible, like the previous night.

‘‘Oh, that was in Colombia… Kate sent me to eliminate a cartel boss’’

Simon nodded, still looking at her pale, supple thigh, almost wishing he had the balls to run his fingers along the scar. They were basically cuddling again on the sofa, with Christine comfortably nestled under his right arm, and her folded legs almost on his lap.

‘‘He put up a fight?’’

‘‘Oh no, that part was easy. His bodyguards not so much though’’ She shrugged, touching the edge of the scar. ‘‘He had guard dogs. Hungry beasts that chased me all throughout the estate until I climbed up the barbed wire and… I got stuck’’

He looked at her now, confused.

‘‘You got stuck on the barbed wire’’

‘‘I didn’t want to shoot the doggies!’’ She defended herself, trying to not smile. ‘‘So instead of getting out the way I came in, I had to improvise and… I got stuck. Trying to free myself I cut my leg with the barbed wire but it wasn’t that serious, I just bruise and scar easily…’’

‘‘You got stuck on the barbed wire’’ His voice was as gravelly as ever, but there was a slight rumble in there that made her almost shiver.

‘‘Yup. Hanging like cold meat in a deli, I was’’

Simon shook his head and leaned back against the sofa, looking at the ceiling. His shoulders shook lightly as he tried not to laugh at her. But in the end he couldn’t help but chuckle openly, the mental image was too much.

‘‘I like your laugh’’ Christine blurted without thinking, and she could have died just there if he hadn’t kept laughing at her. ‘‘You laugh so little’’

‘‘I don’t often have reasons to laugh, beautiful’’ Simon looked at her again, reaching out his left hand to brush away some strands of her hair. She took the opportunity to trace lightly the tattoos on his arm. Her fingers stopped over the bomb when she felt burned, scarred tissue underneath.

‘‘That one was a bet’’ Simon hummed, looking at her fingers on his skin, and praying to any gods listening that Johnny kept his woman away from the apartment a little more.

‘‘A bet?’’

‘‘Yeah. I wanted to cover some scars too. Had a mate in my first assignment that dared me to drink until one of us passed out’’ Simon’s eyes twinkled with amusement at the memory. ‘‘The thing is, we both passed out, but he was gone first. So… I could choose where to get the tattoo’’

‘‘And the loser?’’ Christine’s fingers continued tracing the designs of his tattoo sleeve, and Simon tried very hard not to shiver.

‘‘Well… let’s say he’ll sit on it for the rest of his life’’

‘‘Oh’’ Christine laughed, and for a brief, fleeting second, Simon’s hands moved towards her waist.

Noises starting to come from outside the main door, and she turned her head to look in that direction. With the movement, the scar that marked her throat was in full view, and Simon doubted, but in the end, went for it.

‘‘What about the one on your neck, lovie?’’

It was curious, Christine thought. Had it been any other person, she would have felt dread at the question. But it was him.

‘‘I tried to cut my throat with a broken chair’’ After a couple of heartbeats, she decided to add more. ‘‘I couldn’t use my hands, I was tied up. During one of the beatings the chair broke, and I tried to end it’’

He had imagined as much, given how light and uneven it was, but nodded all the same. Gently, he took the hand that was still tracing his tattoos, and guided her fingers to his inner wrist, making her follow a couple of long lines that started there and went almost up to his elbow along his inner forearm. Covered by his tattoos, they were practically imperceptible.

Christine’s eyes found his, and Simon just shrugged, cocking his head to one side. There was no need for words.

They had never needed them. They understood.

Before any of them could think about a way to break the silence, the main door opened and Johnny and Gabi rushed inside. The happy couple barely paid attention to them, making out and grabbing at each other on the way to the master bedroom, where the door slammed shut.

‘‘Well, there goes our tranquility’’ Christine smiled, snuggling against Simon’s side again, but grabbing his arm this time, with her head against his shoulder. He was about to ask what did she mean when he heard it.

The sounds of two people going at it. Passionately.

‘‘Fucking hell…’’

‘‘Turn the volume up’’ She giggled, but it wasn’t enough to drown everything.

From time to time, they looked at each other and chuckled quietly, but as it went on, her giggles were louder, and he found it difficult to not follow her in them. And in the end, they were openly laughing their ass off, with the background noise of a bed creaking and the passionate sounds of lovemaking.

Of course they made sure to loudly clap at the end, to show their appreciation for the performance, laughing even more when Johnny cursed them out from the bedroom.

[meisene]

Itto x Reader!Angst

A/N: Sorry if it isn’t good or if theres and grammar mistakes. This is my first fanfic so it wont be that good.

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It was terrible, your death. Itto had been acting differently when you died, he wasn’t causing any trouble lately, he wasn’t playing any games, he wasn’t the usual loud and happy oni he once was anymore. Even Kujou Sara felt pity for him, it was weird not having the loud oni continuously getting locked up. Kuki have been feeling upset as well, the whole gang became worried of their Boss. Even the people were quite spectical of how quiet the city were, without the loud laughters and troubles the Arataki Gang does.

He was in denial. Often times he would call your name only to be reminded by Kuki. “Hey, shinobu! Have you seen [Name]? They’re gonna miss our onikabuto fight!” he says approaching her, she felt terrible to say it “Itto, shes dead… You know that already” she felt as if a dagger had pierce her heart. The Oni’s smile faded away, “Ah, right… Im sorry for bothering you kuki” he says with a frown as he walked away. Kuki felt awful, but he should face the truth already. Not once had he genuinely smiled again since the day you died.

They try multiple things to cheer him up, onikabuto, games, and such, but it was all the things it reminded him of you. The days where you challenged each other to onikabuto fights, played games with each other, it was bitter sweet memories that wont come back. Reality was hard to face for the Oni, how could you just go like that? Why did you leave him alone? Not that he was blaming you for your death.

He’s always seen going to that one spot you two would always hangout, often leaving some flowers he found. He would always be talking to himself as if there was someone beside him, “Oh yeah! I saw this HUGE onikabuto on a rock earlier, but it suddenly bit me and ran! Aw man, it hurted!” he yelped touching the place it bit him. His chatter eventually turned into silentness as he looked at the sun which slowly started to set.

You always loved the sunset, the way it colors the sky so beautifully amazed you. The spot you two hangout at perfectly faces the sunset, making it such a pleasing view. The sudden flow of memories impacted Itto, he hasn’t realized tears were already dripping down his cheek. “Eh, Whats this? Tears? I dont cry! Crying i-isnt m-manly…” He says trying to wipe the tears away only for it to shed more.

It was rare to see the big oni to cry, he was always filled with joy and smiles along with his loud persona, but where did that go? Why was he sniffling and crying at the happy memories made by the two of you right now? “I… miss you…” His words cut of by the sobbing. Ushi had came out, putting one of his legs on the oni’s thigh to try and comfort him yet he didn’t seem to notice.

His cries lasted for quite a while before it quieted down as he had no more tears left to shed. Ushi moo’ed as were Itto looking up at the sky. You always said to him, stars were like the souls of the dead people so their always watching over us. “Itto, if there comes a day where i finally die. If you ever miss me, just look at the brightest star in the sky and remember that i am always there. Give me a wave sometime.” Another bittersweet memory shot at him.

He looked at the brightest star in the sky as he raised his hand in the air with a smile on his face as he waved his hand. Right, he wasn’t alone. You’d always be there watching over him… A smile finally appears on his face, a genuine one. “You’re always watching over me right? Then watch closely as i win onikabuto matches tomorrow!” He yells at the sky followed by laughter. “Dont worry! I’ll find that big onikabuto again and win!” he yelled again.

Itto had stayed there all night, telling stories and laughing to the moments like before.

[yourmcu]

Forgotten (CONTINUED VERSION)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request:

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

A/n: y’all wanted it, I finished it :)

Word count: 3,984

(more notes at the end!)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort? bad writing of an anxiety attack, accident, knife, hospitals

read it on ao3!

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

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The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

----

You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?It’s early but you’ve had a few drinks already. You weren’t sure if breaking your phone was a good idea but there’s one thing you’re sure: you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t have to turn your head to see who just arrived and ambushed your friends inside the store. They ran out and left you behind. The sound of webs coming out of his shooters was enough for you to tell.

“You shouldn’t be here, Peter,” you sighed defeatedly.

Peter gently took a seat next to you, not removing his mask since you were in public and handed your wallet back. “I don’t understand why you left.”

He took in your awful state. His suit scanned how intoxicated you were, estimated how many cigarette packets you’ve had. His frown deepened at the information.

“I care about you. We all do. Mr. Stark’s not going to stop the search party until you come home.”

You rolled your eyes at the term. “Stupid search party – pathetic – I’m not coming home anymore, Pete-” you slurred and tried to get up but stumbled back, almost twisting your ankle but fell to Peter’s side. “Ow.”

He sighed, struggling to get ahold of you since you always pulled away.

“Stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“If you don’t like my stubborn fucking ass then maybe you should just leave,” you stated. “I’m not wanted there. I got the message. I didn’t run away just to be fucking found.”

Peter stared at you for a moment. He didn’t know why you got grounded in the first place, how you got here and why you didn’t want to go back home. There was something off in the father-daughter relationship, he knew that, but it was news to him that it was that bad. That bad for you to waste your life, to run away. He always thought Mr. Stark was an awesome parent, the way he was treating Ethan, and him…

“It’s unfair,” you ranted. “God, if you only knew how pathetic I feel whenever he tells me off. I’m always annoying to him - not just to him, to the whole team, I’m always wrong in everything I do and it’s honestly tiring? What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

You went on rambling while Peter tried to comfort and deny every negative thing that came out of your mouth. He didn’t believe any of it, but the way everyone’s been treating you. He hated that he didn’t notice sooner. He could’ve defended you.

“I have nothing against you, I really don’t,” you sighed. “But you should be grateful they’re treating you perfectly.” You got up and strode to the opposite direction, mentally cursing because your friends ditched you and you has nowhere to go, phone destroyed and everything.

But you were staying true to your word: you didn’t have any plans to go back to the compound. You were going to figure your life out on your own.

“Y/N, I… I’m not leaving you alone out here!”

You were so fed up of the spider-ling. How good he was, how perfect, how Tony clearly wanted him more than you, how he always wanted to do the right thing, because none of you expected what happened next when he went to grab your shoulder. The action was so sudden that it Peter didn’t have time to avoid it.

Knife, shoulder, really deep.

Maybe it was just how wasted you were, because he knew you would never do anything like that.

“You’re really annoying, Parker,” you muttered, not wasting any more time watching him stumble out of shock and pain, sprinting across the streets.

With his uninjured arm, he shot webs while trying to pull the knife (the blade wasn’t even visible anymore on how deep it was) out of his shoulder. There was a loud bang, and Peter never sprinted so fast in his life, not caring less about the pain and blood, because what mattered most was your safety. When he got there, you were far from safe.

-----

A week went by. And during those seven days Tony was on edge, I mean, how can be calm at a time like that?

Peter managed to show up at the compound the same night, breathless and shaky. His state made everyone worried but he wasted no time telling Tony what happened. He got you to the hospital, making sure you were being sorted out right before leaving to break the news.

Tony didn’t think twice and went to the hospital where you were admitted, not listening to Peter’s apologies and leaving Steve to sort everyone out on what they should do.

They didn’t expect you to show signs of waking up after only a week since the accident got you mangled up, it was mostly a blow to the head and as expected, you slipped into a coma.

Right, what happened: an awful timing really, not sure if Peter’s the one to blame but he accidentally stuck you to the ground with his webs, and it just so happened a car was driving at a fast speed – there you go.

Tony made sure you got the best treatment possible. He even went and asked Strange if he could do all the surgeries needed, but he declined, claiming he couldn’t anymore despite the sympathy he felt inside. Instead he asked the best doctors he knew, but still helped out sometimes in any way he could.

You took a breath, trying to open your eyes but the blinding lights of your room and them almost feeling as if they were glued shut from not being open for so long prevented you. You also tried moving your hands, only to feel a warm one rest on top of it, you finally opened your eyes.

“You’re awake,” Tony mumbled, rubbing a thumb on the back of your palm soothingly. “You’re awake and you’re okay.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called out, spotting his mentor sitting outside the room where they were doing the final surgery on you. It was his first time visiting, seeing as the knife wound was worse than he thought. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What happened?” Was the only thing Tony said, not looking up to look at the kid. Peter stood there for a moment but told him everything that happened.

After that and after he made sure you were okay, resting in your room and everything, he let Natasha look after you for the night and headed back to the compound.

The kid would never lie to him but he had to see it all for himself. The Spider-Man suit caught everything through the baby monitor protocol. From when he arrived to the convenient store, when you told him countless of times that you weren’t coming back, and when your drunk self ranted about what you felt.

“What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

“He seemed to like both of us equally when we were younger,” you sniffled. “Of course he would, but… my brother just turned out to be special and talented and,” you frowned, “he’s all Tony ever wanted for a kid. Maybe I reminded him of the chick he fucked, I don’t know – must be it, right?”

“Y/N, you’re just as special as-” Peter tried to reason but you threw him a glare. Tony could see the pain and heartbreak in your bloodshot, tired eyes. One that said you didn’t want to hear anything like it anymore. You didn’t want to believe it.

“The thing is, they only want you when you’re gone. Missing. Dead,” you shrugged. “I can take a hint, you know? My only family hates me. My only family doesn’t want me. Now you – all of them – are looking for me… why?” Peter flinched at the loudness of your voice. You truly were broken.

Tony fast forwarded, it didn’t clearly show how you got hit, but he had enough anyway. He wanted to make things right with you. He could only hope that you make pass this, hoping that you’ll let him make it up to you.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Steve said from the entrance to his lab. “Y/N is strong. She’ll make it.”

“Why am I not dead?” You croaked, looking at your father with an anxious expression. You letting out another shaky breath as you struggled to move and look around. “I should be dead. Why am I here-”

“Take it easy-”

“Don’t you understand?” You felt your throat aching, breath quickening. “I don’t want to be here!”

“No, you’re okay. Y/N you’re okay,” Tony tried to calm you down when he saw the lines in your heart monitor go up and down in rapid pace. 

“I’m not - no I’m not - not okay,” you struggled to let out. It felt like you were choking on your own breath, getting harder and harder to breathe by the minute, soon tears started to prick your eyes. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Tony, what's going on?” Steve bursted into the room with an alarmed but calm expression.

“Call Strange. Anyone.” He told the captain but his eyes never left you. He rubbed a part of your arm that wasn’t injured soothingly in attempt to calm you down. “Just breathe for me, okay? I’m here and you’re okay.”

Something about the softness and encouraging look in his eyes made you nod eventually and follow his breathing patterns. He held a glass of water for you to drink, holding your struggling hand softly to get it out of the way.

He’s never looked at you like that before.

Most of the time he ignored you, most of the time he looked at you at anger or annoyance when you’ve fucked something up.

“There we go, we okay now?” You looked away and nodded lightly. That was enough for him. Tony wanted to let you know how sorry he was so bad, but thought against it, at least for now. He was scared you might start freaking out again.

Stephen entered the room with the doctor, the other Avengers following closely behind. The amount of people in the room overwhelmed you a bit, but you were strangely calm because of how your father’s acting. Soft and caring, it made you feel safe.

Both doctors concluded that you had some sort of amnesia. In English, your past memories were blotchy, all of them even from your childhood. Again because of the blow to the head it was already expected. But you remembered the recent ones clearly, which was the reason why you avoided looking at Peter and his patched up arm.

Which also meant it was possible you didn’t remember all of the pain you felt concerning your family. It was unfair on your part.

Strange insisted that you stay a few more days, or one more week, just to run tests and make sure you get enough medicine and stuff.

They decided to see how bad your memory loss was.

“I did that to you,” you still refused to look at Peter completely. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter gave you a smile.

You moved to the next person. Red hair, seemed to give off a friendly but civil nature. “Natasha? You’re Natasha.”

The Russian merely smiled and crossed her arms.

“Steve,” you stated, moving to the next person. “You always read old books in the kitchen.”

Steve chuckled, nodding to confirm.

“Ethan,” you smiled as you looked at your twin. He gave you a small wave even if he felt as guilty as Tony about everything even if he wasn’t the one to blame.

You stared longer at the next person, almost shoulder length dark brown hair, he’s wearing a jacket to cover his metal arm but you knew it was still there.

“Ducky?”

Peter let out a giggle, so did you brother.

“It’s Bucky, doll,” Bucky smiled, covering his face with his hand to suppress a chuckle as the rest laughed.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” you let out a weak giggle yourself.

You meet Tony’s eyes again, the softness still there.

“Dad,” you stated. “You’re my dad. Tony.”

No, you didn’t completely forget how he treated you. You knew he was annoyed with you, which lead you to think that you did something that made him act that way. “Am I bad?”

Tony’s hopeful expression dimmed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You’re mad at me, I just… I guess it’s just not clear on why.”

Steve thought it would be best for everyone to head out for a bit so he ushered everyone out of the room except for your brother who took a seat at the corner.

“About that, it’s about time we talked, yeah?” Tony sat on a chair backwards beside your bed. It made you nervous, but you were reassured. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

He exhaled, resting an arm on the top rail. “You deserve so much better. I should’ve treated you better,” you opened your mouth to ask but he continued. “Look, I haven’t been fair with you and it’s a problem. You’re smart, talented and beautiful. I figured you needed to hear it more often because it’s true. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembled. “You – you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

You sighed, a genuine smile plastered on your face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass-“

“You never were,” Tony shook his head. “You always did your best and I really should have acknowledged it more. Give me a second chance?”

“Of course.”

Tony smiled, getting up and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Everything in life was so much better after all that. Tony treated you and Ethan equally, same goes for Peter. The other Avengers were nicer, not the kind of nice that was almost fake, but it was genuine. All of them were. And you were thankful.

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DID ANYONE MISS ME? BC I MISSED THIS PLACE

I highly doubt anyone’s still waiting for this, it was an unplanned hiatus I’M SO SORRY but I decided to post anyway :))

also I hope this wasn’t underwhelming, that’s one of the reasons why I was hesitant to do this but I hope its good heh (I’ve included the parts from my first post as well, just so it feels like a full fic)

WAIT I ALSO HIT 300 FOLLOWERS? INSANE. THANK YOU. I MEAN IT.

[fang-natic]

Sing, Nightingale (part 1) - keigo tamaki x top!reader

You needed to know what he knew, but he wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Not that that matters. You know exactly what kind of fight to give him.

cw: kidnapping, noncon, bondage, mild knifeplay, orgasm denial, bdsm elements, humiliation, blackmail, drugging, needles, overstimulation, wing kink (is that what we're calling it)

an: i said i'd do it so i did. i dont know why i did it. or why it's so fucking long (gdocs says it's 1.3k, what the fuck). but i read some oneshots and did some limited browsing of the wiki so here you go. if you see something that doesn't make sense with the canon, no you don't <3

now i need to write a part 2 for this where you actually get to fuck him stupid. part 2 will probably establish reader to be amab, but you can read this part one as gn!reader

"So, who are you working with?" Hawk asks, cheeks still pink from where you'd ripped the duct tape off. "The Liberation Front? Some evil-League-offshoot? Or are you rogue?"

God, he's talkative. His wings are depleted to ragged, feathery stumps and ropes are criss-crossed over his arms and torso. He's on his knees right now, legs spread with shins bound to his thighs, and a bruise forming nicely on his cheek. Despite that, he still has the gall to mouth off.

You respond with another sharp backhand, this time across the other cheek, sending him careening to the side. "That's none of your concern," You drawl. "You're simply here to tell me what you know, and I'm here to learn it. However long that takes is up to you."

He slowly draws himself back up, shaking his head. He spits some blood onto the floor - "Damn, bit my cheek," he mutters - and looks up at you again. Still no fear in those golden eyes. A lazy grin on his abused face. "You get right to the point, huh? Damn, I like you a lot better than the other villains already."

"Then I take it that you'll be cooperative?"

"Ha, fuck no."

You kick him this time. Not hard enough to break his neck, but you catch him upside the chin, and hear the sharp clack of his teeth snapping together. His head almost droops to the floor in pain before he catches himself. "Almost felt that one."

"You're insufferable." You debate kicking him again, but you need his jaw intact so he can actually give you the info you need.

"That's what they all tell me," He laughs around the blood in his mouth. "Don't flatter yourself by thinking you're the first one to catch me. Plenty of other villains have tried the same thing, and none of them have actually made me sing. You're not gonna be very different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You crouch down with a knife in hand, and start the process of cutting away his clothes. He shivers as you make quick work of his shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat peak against his skin, though that doesn't actually stop the cocky lilt of his voice.

"Ah, classic, classic. The ol 'strip-and-whip' method. Most people buy me dinner first, but you're hot so I can make the exception-" He stutters a bit as you grab the waistband of his pants, jerking it upwards so you can drag the blade down the seams. "Phew, you're thorough, huh? Though I can't blame you, my ass is to die for-"

"You're rambling," You chide him. He's now entirely naked, save for his underwear and the shreds of his clothes that are still pinned do this body by the ropes. "Are you nervous, Keigo?"

"Hey now," He protests. "We're not on a first name basis. And this isn't my first rodeo, so..." He trails off as you pull at the elastic of his underwear so harshly it rips. "Whoa, okay, buy me dinner first." He laughs, but it's pitched a little higher.

"I know the kind of villains you've dealt with, Keigo." You touch the knife under his chin and tilt him up to meet his eyes. Finally, some reaction - his pupils have gone small with poorly-concealed fear. "The ones that use electricity and knives to try and make you talk. But you're a spy, aren't you? You're trained to deal with pain. I could cut you up bloody and you still wouldn't sing."

Your other hand squeezes his thigh, traveling up to his hip, tracing along the curve of his hipbone. "But I'm not like those other villains," You say, voice low and murmured right into his ear, as you press your palm against his cock, feeling it twitch as he yelps. "You're going to wish I was."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

You have him blindfolded now, and still kneeling in the middle of the cold, concrete room. His cock is stiff and drooling against his abdomen, leashed by a ring at the base. Vibrators hum from where they're clipped to his nipples, and stuffed deep into his ass.

His spine jerks as you play idly with the remote, a whine breaking out behind his clenched teeth. You've been at this for a while now, and he'd been mouthy at first, telling you how this was 'a normal Saturday night for him', and 'I don't need a safeword, don't worry' and 'can I call you daddy or is that off the table.' He'd shut up at the half-hour mark when he realized he was wasting his breath, and that you weren't kidding when you said you had no time limit.

Even so, he was handling things impressively. His bottom lip was bitten raw from where he'd tried to keep quiet, and not once has he begged or pleaded. You were going to need to step things up.

You turn the vibrations down, and he relaxes for an instant, before tensing up the moment he hears your footsteps approach. "What, bored already?" He rasps, making a grin that was more like a snarl. "And here I thought I was putting on a good show."

"I'm about to make it a better one, no worries." You pull the ring off his cock in one quick motion, and it bobbles obscenely. When you lift up a corner of the blindfold, a golden, watery eye blinks back. In your other hand, you hold a syringe, courtesy of Dr. Garaki himself (or pilfered from his laboratory, more like), and he darts between looking at you and it, eying the little needle nervously. "Don't worry, little bird. This isn't a Quirk-eraser or anything like that. It's just going to make you feel things." You pause. "Feel everything, in fact."

"Get away from me," He hisses, facade cracking as you bring the needle down near his neck. You fist your hand in his hair and force his head back, exposing the smooth contour of his throat. "Don't you fucking dare-"

"Whoops," You hum, as you inject him. "Too late."

His entire body shudders, and his eyes goes wide, pupil shrinking to a thin slit, and his mouth drops open in a shaky gasp. Garaki really outdid himself with this one, because the moment you release the hero he's curling in on himself, skin already flushing brightly in the cool air.

"What did-" He groans, throat working in a dry swallow. "What did you fucking do?!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?" You watch as he writhes, trying to position himself in a way that won't make him feel the ropes that are cutting into his skin, or the grit on the floor beneath his knees. "Everything that touches you is now amplified. Like so-" And you demonstrate and dragging one finger along the base of his wing, and he shakes like a leaf, a helpless whimper falling out of his throat. "Isn't that overwhelming?"

He growls, and flaps pathetically. "Don't you fucking touch them."

Ah, that's right. You remember he'd mentioned something about that. In some talk show or another; how he could feel things through his feathers, but only the ones at the base, and how he'd sometimes spend his free time combing through them.

You reach out now and grab one of his wings, squeezing and twisting, feeling all those little feathers tickle at your palm. Keigo, on the other hand, screams as if you shot him, and-

He cums just like that. Splatters white across the gray cement and onto his own stomach. His thighs shaking with the force of it, getting rubbed pink and stinging against the floor, and the blindfold darkens around his eyes with tears. He's gasping for breath like he just finished a race.

You can't help but laugh - one rough touch, and he was undone. You reach down and squeeze his softening cock, and he spasms, shaking his head. "Wai wait wait no, too much it hurts I can't-"

"Sure you can," You twist your hand, and he chokes on air. "Or do you want to be a good boy and finally tell me what I want to know?"

His jaw clamps shut at that, and you sigh. "Guess not." You shrug, and you squeeze a little tighter to watch him cry out.

[levworship]

cw: dom!reader, fem reader, mommy kink, degrading, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), slight mind break, reader is a lil manipulative. just a bit. probably had errors

summary: you find out while on another blind date with one of mina’s friends that kirishima is just the man for you. he wants to be used, and you’re more than willing to use him.

word count: approx 2.9k

“fuckin’ mina. i’m gonna beat her ass.”

this wasn’t the first time your best friend has tried to set you up with one of her friends. and honestly, knowing her, it more than likely wouldn’t be the last time, either. “but he’s so nice” she’d promise, or “she’s just a little shy,” and perhaps the most common line of “you just have to be a little patient with them”

patient my ass.

your damn patience was beginning to run thinner and thinner the longer you sat waiting at the table for your date to arrive. you’re used to mina’s friends not being the most punctual, but to not show up at all? it was almost insulting. here you were, taking the time out of your busy day to spare some of your sweet time with some rando and—

“hey there, beautiful.” your eyes quickly tore away from the spot you’d been staring at for the past few minutes during your internal rant. part of you wished you hadn’t, because you damn near stopped breathing. typically, you’d never allow a man the satisfaction of hindering you speechless, but fuck. the man before you stood tall and strong, the white fabric of his dress shirt clinging onto his muscles in the most delicious way possible. his hair was slicked up in a style that you could only describe as goofy, and his smile? it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but to toss away the piping hot insults you’d been preparing to shoot his way.

“sorry i’m late. was searching all over town to find these for ya. i know mina said they were your favorite, and well—“ pulling his arms from behind his back, the red-haired man handed you a comically large bouquet of flowers. were they your favorite? no, not at all. but you couldn’t help but to be flattered anyway. “had to look all over town for them. turns out they’re actually pretty hard to find around here. can you believe that?” he chuckled to himself as he scratched at the back of his neck. an unfittingly cute gesture for a man of his build.

you grin sweetly as you grab the bouquet from his large hands, setting them down on the table in front of you and batting your lashes. “these are very beautiful! thank you so much, ...um?”

mina always purposely hid the names of her friends away before setting you up, mostly in fears that you’ll end up googling them and find some not so pretty things, just as you had that time when she tried to set you up with katsuki bakugou. (you noted to yourself that day, stay away from him at all costs.)

“ah- eijirou kirishima!” he filled in for you and held a hand out for you to shake. your eyebrows shot up in realization, leaning forward a bit on the table to shake his hand. you don’t miss the way his eyes shamelessly drift down to your cleavage when you do so. the sight made you laugh.

now you saw why he seemed so familiar at first glance. you’d heard mina talk to you about him on numerous occasions. big, handsome, and dumb. that’s how you’ve always perceived him from listening to her stories and descriptions. and if there was one thing you actually enjoyed about a man, it was how simple they could be. perfect for a woman with your desires.

you open your mouth to return his introduction, but he’s already cutting you off with perhaps a little too much eagerness. “and you’re y/n? did i say that right?” he quirks an eyebrow. “uh- i may have asked mina about you already. a lot.” he flashed you a sheepish smile.

talking to him felt like being a kid in a loaded candy shop. he’d be in the palm of your hand in no time.

the rest of dinner went on moderately better than your previous experiences with these stupid dates. kirishima was a bit of a talker, but you didn’t mind listening if it meant you got to watch the way those puppy dog eyes lit up a little more every time he’d begin telling you a story from his hero work (turns out you were just really behind on the latest hero news), only to quickly become side tracked by one details of his story and trail his way to another mini rant.

finally, you figure you’ve had enough of him rambling. it was time to cut to the point. “does it get lonely?” you asked him suddenly, trying your best to hold in a smile at the way he looked at you confusedly. “i mean- not really? i’m a hero so i’m with people all of the time-“ “that’s not what i meant, red.” hearing you refer to him by his hero name sent visible chills down his spine. just the effect you were wishing to have on him. something about your change in tone knocked him from a highly energetic and charismatic sweetheart, to a blushing and stuttering mess who suddenly couldn’t sit still in his seat. and from just one question, too?

he was almost too good to be true.

“no? i-i mean, yes but... i dunno. i’m busy a lot, a-and i don’t really have time for... yaknow.” “what kind of women do you like? in bed, i mean.” you managed to knock his brain around for a second time as he fumbled around his head for an answer.

“i-i guess it depends?” “hm? what do y’mean?” the way he continued to respond to your nasty questions had you licking your lips. you wanted him. badly. in the most selfish ways possible.

“depends on what the chick is into. i mean- they usually like when i’m on top. but..” you don’t respond this time. instead you look at him expectantly and wait for him to continue his previous statement. something about seeing such a grown man grow so embarrassed that quickly does something to you.

“i guess i wouldn’t mind... having someone take control for once?”

everything from that point felt like a blurred flash. you quickly abandoned the bouquet and called for the bill (which he so generously covered for the two of you) and were stumbling out of the door in no time, speedily walking all the way to your humble apartment. the door had just swung open when you were already shoving him inside.

kirishima spent nearly the entirety of the walk psyching himself up for this. did you know he wanted to experiment with this? had mina told you? how would mina even know? did he even really want this? because by the way he was struggling to catch his breath and connect dots in his mind, maybe he’d gotten too far ahead of himself.

but it was too late for that now. you’d already shoved him all the way down the hall, into your bedroom, and onto your bed before he knew it. you were fierce and impatient. and honestly? he found it quite intriguing.

“red...” you drew him back from falling into his thoughts once again, dragging your knuckles across the rough skin of his cheek. “i said, are you sure you want this?” and he swears he’s never nodded faster in his life, already grabbing onto your waist and hoisting you onto his lap. “yes! yes, i’m sure. please y/n?” and with that, a thread in you snapped.

you pushed him roughly until his head rested comfortably against the pillows, muttering a quick ‘stay’ as you began to fumble with his belt. you’d barely even touched him, yet he still lied staring at you with those same big adoring eyes. he was just too cute for his own good.

it made you want to wreck him.

you practically ripped away his pants and boxers before gently palming at his cock. you had expected him to be big, but not this big. he was long and thick, your hand barely managing to wrap completely around it. wordlessly you crouched down and pressed a gentle peck to his swollen tip, the precum that’d gathered there now sticking deliciously to your lips.

kirishima was getting so restless above you that you could’ve mistaken him for a virgin, hands fisting at your sheets with countless pleas tumbling from his lips. “so impatient, cutie. dont you want to be taken care of?” “i do! i do!” it seemed as if he was completely unashamed of how desperate he must’ve looked right now.

but rather than provide the sweet sweet release you knew he was craving, you tsked and backed away from his cock. much to his disappointment. “you know something, red? i didn’t take you for the selfish type. want me to make you feel good when you haven’t even touched me yet? and i thought you were a gentleman...”

kirishima thrashed below you, fingers digging hard into your hips. “i’m a gentleman! i’ll be a gentleman! i promise!” his lip wobbled cutely. you almost felt bad for having to deny such a pretty face.

almost.

he observed closely as you leaned back on your knees, sliding down the straps of your dress and tugging until your lacy bra was revealed to him. you were going to be the fucking death of him. you couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the way he eyed your chest. “i’ll tell you what.” you said as you reached out and pressed a finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your intense eyes.

“be a good boy for me and maybe, maybe, i’ll let you touch. deal?” and kirishima nodded giddily. truly an obedient little thing, he was.

you gave him a large smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before patting him on the cheek, moving up to straddle his face and... shit. you weren’t wearing any panties under your dress. the smell of your arousal right in front of his face nearly made him overload, wanting nothing more but to bury his face between your legs until you’re heaving and begging for a break. but he had to be good for you. wanted you to rake your fingers through his hair and call him your good boy while he plays with your pretty tits.

“well? dont you want a tas—” you gasp when his mouth is suddenly on you, every sense of restraint abandoned as his tongue slid across and pressed against your poor clit. it was messy, no real technique behind his frantic movements, but he still had your eyes crossing and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head as ear muffs, his fingers squeezing and prodding at the flesh to keep himself grounded.

the sounds that came from your cunt and his mouth were embarrassingly lewd, the sound of his slurping making your entire body go hot. you were so close to losing your composure and letting him have you the way he wants, but you couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. not when you’ve been craving this for this long.

“kiri..” you couldnt tell if you were whispering or yelling at this point, brain all scrambled from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. you nearly doubled over from the vibrations of the small ‘hmm’ of acknowledgment he gave you. your fingers tangle themselves in his stiff red locks, holding his face still to allow you to grind yourself on his mouth just the way you wanted.

your breath hitched in your throat each time his nose bumped against your clit, his tongue buried deep in your hole as he was desperate to taste all of your juices. you could already feel your orgasm creeping up on you..

“oh, shit! just like that. good- fuck! such a good boy” the praise sends him into a frenzy, now using the pad of his thumb to rub viciously at your clit as his tongue fucked into you so nicely.

“‘m cumming, cumming, oh my god!” you’re hunched over now, eyes screwed shut when your orgasm suddenly rips through you. kirishima’s tongue continued its assault on your spasming pussy, the overstimulation becoming almost unbearable. you tried everything to get him off of you to make it stop. tugging his hair, lifting yourself up- but nothing seemed to be able to separate him from you until you literally shouted his name.

he released you in an instant and allowed you to back away to fully take in his form. everything about the sight was downright sinful. your juices covered the entire lower half of his face, and his hair remained matted with sweat against his forehead. and most delicious of all? he still looked hungry. you nearly said ‘fuck it’ and climbed back on top of him again...

but he needed to be punished.

and it seemed that he knew this too, because the moment your eyes met he was already begging for mercy. “‘m sorry! p-“ “i thought you promised you’d be a good boy? yaknow, i’m not exactly a big fan of liars, red. how could i let you have me when you can’t even follow simple instructions?” he’s silent at this point, eyes glued to the ground with an unreadable emotion splayed across his face.

you huffed as you climbed off of the bed, standing on wobbly legs with your back turned to him. you shook your head as you quickly slid your dress back into place. you originally planned on leaving it at this and sending him home, and perhaps you’d consider giving him a second shot if he begged you pretty enough. but kiri had other plans.

he wasn’t quite sure what came over him, but when he realized that you were planning on leaving him like that he couldn’t help but to jump up, gripping onto your waist once again. “kiri! what are you doing?” “please.” he whimpered into your ear, hard chest pressing into your back and his painfully hard cock rutting against your ass.

you probably would’ve collapsed right there if it weren’t for his tight grasp. “please don’t leave! ‘m so hard for you. want you so fucking bad. i’ll do anything, just- please let me cum. mommy.” the word rolled off of his tongue so sweetly, so heavenly, you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving him back onto the bed and tearing off his shirt.

you licked your lips when he was left completely bare to you finally, hand already working at pumping his cock. “suck a dirty boy. men like you are scum, you know that? getting so upset that you didn’t get your way after being so disobedient? i should tie you up and edge you for the rest of the night just for that” he began to mindlessly shake his head, muttering quiet a ‘no, no..’

“however,” you began to drag your fingernail across his chest, playing with the hairs that rested there, “think i’m gonna let it slide this time. well, only if you thank me properly..”

“thank you mommy!” the way there wasn’t even an ounce of hesitation or shame in his voice had you clenching around nothing. denying him any longer was beginning to be just as much torture to yourself as it was to him. biting down on your lip, you grabbed his cock and started pressing the tip to your entrance.

you began to feel as though you’ve managed to completely break him, watching as he continued to sputter out ‘thank you’s even as you struggled to take his cock in your dripping cunt. the stretch was nearly unbearable at first, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

you weren’t going to stop until you knew you’ve completely broken him down into a blubbering mess for you. until you were the only thing he could think of. until you had him quivering and begging just for you. the thought of making him into your slave had you bouncing on his dick with energetic vigor.

kirishima was a sight to behold, too. eyes crossed and occasionally fluttering shut, panting like a dog as every bit of his stamina oozed out of him and he had to hold himself back from cumming too quickly.

at one point you caught his eyes glued on to the way your covered tits bounced while you rode him, still clad in your tight dress. you smirked devilishly before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra, tugging it down with the dress once again and toying with your puffy nipples for his viewing pleasure.

that seemed to be the final straw for kiri, as he was now bucking up into you like a horny mutt. “gonna cum so hard, mommy. please let me cum in you. g’nna fill you up so good. wanna make you a mommy. i want it- i want it- i want it...” with all of his babbling you weren’t quite sure if he was aware of what he was saying right now, but the lewd words still had you spiraling closer and closer.

“cum in me, baby. be a good boy for mommy and give her your babies, okay?” you told him as you gripped his face in your hands.

and like the obedient little thing he is,, he did exactly that.

thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

[loousir]

Lay All Your Love On Me {Juliann Devorak}

Julian Devorak x Male Reader Part Two

Game: The Arcana

Warnings: Is a tiny bit steamy at the end so none that i can think otherwise

Masterlist | Part One

Originally Posted on February 28, 2021

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I woke up to an empty bed and missing partner. I sat up and stood from the bed, walking over to the curtains and pulling them open, to see that it was still dark out. The house was quiet when I stepped out, the bead curtain clacking together as I did.

"Ilya?"

I walked into the dining room where we were working to see him peacefully sleeping on the table. I sighed but smiled and gently combed my fingers through his hair. "You sneaky snake." He quietly and slowly stirred as I brushed his curly locks.

"Well good morning sunshine."

He looked up to me and blushed before glancing down to the almost finished paper. "Old habits die hard huh?" He asked. I was suddenly overcome with a pounding headache as I sat down rather quickly, holding my head in one of my hands. He seemed to become worried at the action and sat up, his robe falling from his shoulder in the process.

"Dear are you alright? What's wrong." I closed my eyes and rubbed my temple. "Sorry I just got a migraine is all." He stood from the chair I looked up to him and furrowed my brows. "When did you take off your eye patch?" "Oh, sorry..." His eyes widened slightly as he looked to where he placed it on the table. He was about to reach for it but I stopped him.

"You don't have to wear it when you're here you know. I like looking at you in full."

He blushed softly before seeming to realize I was still hurting. He gently placed the back of his bare hand on my forehead to make sure I wasn't too hot or anything. "Can I make you something to help with it?"

I smiled and laughed softly. "You know too well that only I know how to make stuff like that." He slightly rolled his eyes and I pulled him into a hug, resting my head on his slightly exposed chest, the hairs tickling my chin softly. "Can we just go lay down together. It's still pretty dark out and you need the sleep just as much as I do now."

Julian hugged back and rested his chin on my head. "And dont leave this time." I said gently pulling away and grabbing his hand. I took him to our room and he, surprisingly, quietly complied. He laid down first and pulled me onto his lap, laying me down on his chest. His hands gently caressed my side as I carefully slid so that I was laying only partially on him.

"Dear?"

I hummed in response and looked up to him to see he was looking at me. "Let's run away together. Go be pirates and sail the seven seas." He looked away and stared at the ceiling where a mural of the night sky resides. "Maybe one day we can do that. But I would like to stay here just a little longer." I said with a yawn.

He gently slid me off of him and hovered over me, making me blush. "Promise me one day we will." I smiled again reached up to hold his cheek. "I promise you Julian, one day we will and that will be the day that we retire our current lives. I'll buy us a boat and we'll go see things people wouldn't even dream of seeing." I pulled him down into a kiss to which he eagerly accepted.

We stayed like that for a moment or two before pulling away, me panting slightly. "I love you so much." He said going in for another kiss. I accepted and had even forgotten about the pain in my head. "I love you too." I said as he pulled away. His knee brushed against my nether regions, making my gasp and shiver softly, not expecting the touch and already being "in the mood" from the kiss.

He was a bit scared as he though he hurt me but made the connection after seeing my cheeks light up. "Ah, sorry love." I nodded and bit my bottom lip gently, his knee still pressed against me, making me a bit more aroused. He shifted again, this time making me moan and reach up and grab his arm that was next to my head.

"Julian..."

He blushed and leaned down to kiss my jaw which I leaned into slightly. I tangled my fingers in his hair, moving his face back to look at him. I flipped us over and sat on his lap, leaning forward to kiss at his neck. Julian smiled and closed his eyes as I left a few hickeys that I knew would sadly heal soon. "Even if they dont stay the process is always enjoyable." He said as I looked to his smiling, blushing face.

"Let's get some sleep, I have stuff to do in the morning."

I said rolling onto my side and snuggling up against him. He kissed my forehead and pulled me close, rubbing my side like he usually does. I made sure to wrap one of my legs around his just so he has a harder time escaping.

"I love you Ilya."

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[aslitheryprinx]

What if in nom therapy au, as a prank, Tommy took a shrinking potion (and set up the ender pearl stasis) and snuck onto Wilburs plate? Would Wilbur even notice Tommy, or just swallow him before he realized there was something wrong?

We can say Tommy made sure Wilbur was eating something soft that didnt need much chewing if we dont want to bother considering Wilbur accidentally chewing on Tommy without being gentle.

Ooooh I love this idea! Honestly, I could see both Tommy and Wilbur trying to pull this on someone when they're tiny. I'll focus on Tommy, though.

It would definitely be a bit complicated to pull something like this off. It wouldn't work at Nom Therapy, of course, since you always expect a tiny in your food. At some point when they're hanging out, however, that might work.

Of course, Tommy will probably need some outside help to really get this prank to work.

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Surprise!

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Tommy felt giddy as he crept through Phil's backyard. He and Tubbo had been planning this prank for weeks. Phil was in on it too, of course, since it was his house they'd be sneaking around in.

The cover story was that he was at home being force to work on an assignment he'd put off. It was believable enough... he just didn't tell Phil that he actually was postponing working on homework for this.

According to Phil's mission report- also known as a text- Wilbur had laughed at his plight, not suspicious at all. Bitch. That was just one more reason to pull this prank perfectly. That, and he still needed revenge for the sauce incident.

First, he had to get inside.

Just like they planned, Tubbo was waiting by a window near the back of Phil's house, under the guise of using the restroom. He slid it open, and Tommy climbed through as quietly as he could. Tubbo had a maniacal grin on his face that Tommy matched, barely holding back his laugh.

He could hear the muffled sounds of Wilbur and Phil chatting a few rooms away. He dug the tiny pearl stasis chamber out of his pocket and handed it to Tubbo. His friend had brought the shrinking potion- apparently Eret made really good quality ones. Tommy took the small vial, and dumped it in his mouth.

The citrus flavor was a little more bitter than the kind they had at Nom Therapy, and Tommy grimaced a little. When the pins and needles started, however, it was much less intense. Huh. Guess whoever made NT's sacrificed a little bit of the smoothness for taste.

He hadn't even shrunk all the way down yet when Tubbo crouched down and scooped him up with a gentle motion. Even when rushed, he never moved quickly enough to disorient Tommy. Tubbo always handled shrunken people so expertly; it was easy to tell how used to it he was.

Once the potion had stopped and Tommy recovered from the effects, Tubbo held out the stasis chamber. He chucked the pearl inside, and Tubbo slid into a spare room, setting it on a dresser. Then he carefully slid Tommy into his pocket and walked back to the kitchen.

Tommy couldn't see where everyone was, so he had to use his other senses to guess. He could hear Wilbur a little clearer than Phil, who's voice was drowned out a little by the sounds in the kitchen. He assumed Phil was making dinner now. He mourned the loss of a chance to eat Phil's cooking, but he'd eaten before he came. Ah least he hadn't missed out on a Niki meal.

It felt like Tubbo was climbing up to sit, so he'd probably taken a seat at the bar. Wilbur's voice had gotten a lot louder; he was likely on the seat next to Tubbo.

Tommy played with the remote in his pocket while he waited. The stasis chamber he'd bought didn't have the automatic timer like the ones at Nom Therapy. A feature that fancy was a little out of his price range. It could still be activated by remote, or even just manually. It was probably better this way anyways, now Tommy could stay in Wilbur's stomach as long as he wanted.

This plan had been made very carefully. It wasn't like he could sneak around Wilbur's house while he was tic tac sized, so Tubbo was a necessary part in his plan. And Tubbo and Wilbur didn't hang out by themselves very often, so Phil got roped into the prank as well.

That turned out to be a good thing; with Phil's help, they could plan what food Tommy would actually be sneaking into. There was a reason noms were usually done in controlled environments. There was always the chance that since Wilbur might not notice him in the bite of food, he would just crunch down on the food... and Tommy.

Of course, Tommy would respawn, but that wasn't a fun process. An accident like that would probably traumatize both of them for a while.

But Tommy had been eaten by Wilbur dozens of times. It was a strange knowledge, but he knew how the man ate. He knew exactly the food that was unlikely to get him chomped. Wilbur had a strange habit of barely chewing spaghetti. Very often, he would simply slurp the noodles down whole. Tommy, who was often on those noodles or wrapped up in them, teased him about it. It was one of the few dishes where Wilbur didn't nibble on him for a while before swallowing. It was the perfect meal to hide in.

He wondered what was taking so long. It was hard to follow a conversation from inside a pocket, and he was getting bored. There wasn't much to do besides play with the remote. He'd started tossing it up, catching it with one hand.

Suddenly, his world shifted as Tubbo stood up. He fell against the lip of the pocket, fumbling the remote. It slipped out of his hands, and fell what seemed like hundreds of feet down to the floor.

Well fuck. Tommy sat back, embarrassed. Tubbo kept walking, so he probably hadn't noticed the remote. That meant he'd have to wait for one of his friends to manually activate the stasis chamber. He just knew he was going to be teased relentlessly for this.

He hadn't really been paying attention to what was going on; he'd heard something about Tubbo helping with the plates maybe? So it came as a surprise when Tubbo's hand suddenly came in the pocket. His fingers wrapped around Tommy, gently plucking him out.

He was deposited on the edge of a plate that was piled high with steaming spaghetti. He grinned at his friend before wiggling into the mass of noodles. He felt slight movement as his plate was carried over to Wilbur.

Now came the fun part. His goal was to go unnoticed as long as possible, preferably until he was actually in Wilbur's mouth.

It was hard to move around with the spaghetti curled all around him, but he managed to keep ducking back into cover whenever Wilbur scooped up a bite. During one twirl of his fork, Tommy took the opportunity. He grabbed onto the noodles, getting a couple more wrapped around him. He was on the bottom of the fork, so Wilbur didn't see him as he was raised to his friend's mouth.

Wilbur's mouth closed around him, and he pulled the noodles off the fork, Tommy with them. Like he expected, Wilbur didn't even chew, simply slurping the noodles down in one go.

Wilbur made a choked sound as he swallowed, and Tommy burst into laughter as he slipped into Wilbur's stomach. Their prank had gone perfectly, and he could hear Wilbur's confusion from outside.

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Wilbur liked spaghetti. Wilbur also liked surprises.

He wasn't expecting a surprise to be in his spaghetti. Of course, surprises were never expected but they were usually in the realm of possibility.

As Wilbur swallowed another bite of Phil's spaghetti, he felt something warm and squirming go down his throat. He nearly choked on the bite, shocked at the unexpected tiny. He managed to get the bite down, and he saw Tubbo and Phil looking at him with barely concealed amusement.

"I think I just swallowed someone," he said bemused.

Tubbo burst into laughter. He just stared at the teen for a moment, before he heard a faint laughter from his stomach. A very familiar laugh.

"Tommy?" He asked incredulously. This time even Phil laughed.

"You were all in on this?" He accused. Then his attention turned to the teen that was settling comfortably in his stomach.

"Aren't you supposed to be studying?"

"Get pranked bitch!" Tommy shouted, Wilbur listening carefully to hear the muffled sound. "This is payback for that time with the sauce!"

Wilbur heaved an exasperated sigh. He a glare to Tubbo and Phil who were still giggling.

"Your face was so fucking funny!" Tubbo laughed.

"Wilbur! Ask if he got a picture!" Tommy yelled.

Wilbur repeated the question with a roll of his eyes. Tubbo grinned wickedly and held up his phone.

"Better, I got a video."

They continued to tease him through the rest of dinner. Tommy was a little quieter than normal, but Wilbur assumed it was because it would be hard to hear him with multiple people talking.

Once things calmed down, Tommy spoke up. He sounded a little nervous, and Wilbur frowned in concern.

"Um, hey big man. I uh... sort of dropped the remote for the stasis chamber before you ate me."

"You dropped the remote?" Wilbur repeated, worry in his voice. "Wh- do- do you need me to get you out?"

"Nonono!" Tommy protested. "I'm fine right now. I just... need one of you to get me out eventually."

Wilbur realized his friend was more embarrassed than anything. He laughed, poking gently at his stomach. He felt Tommy give a small kick back.

"Aww, and what if I want to keep you here for a while Tommy?" He teased. "It sounds to me like you're stuck with me for a while."

"Willll," his trapped friend whined. Wilbur imagined his face was bright red by now. He continued teasing Tommy, making sure the teen never sounded like he actually didn't want to be there anymore. Tommy remained comfortably nestled against his stomach, and Wilbur could hear the humor in his voice. A while later, once the teasing had died down, Tommy spoke up again, voice almost too quiet to hear.

"Hey, Wil, you won't actually make me stay here the whole time, right?" He sounded just a little vulnerable, and Wilbur put a hand on the outside of his stomach. He gently rubbed and felt the miniscule weight of Tommy leaning into the contact.

"Of course not, Toms," he reassured his friend. "If you really want to be let out, I'll let you out. Promise."

He couldn't hear a response from Tommy, but the small weight in his stomach curled even further into him. Wilbur smiled.

It was supposed to be a prank, but he'd enjoyed his surprise.

Nom Therapy Part 1

[tobi-momo]

nobody seemed to hear us, but we said it.

PROLOGUE | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER 02

— synopsis. back from Miyagi for a simple month, a welcome back party reignites the one relationship he wasn’t expecting. yours. it was obvious you hadn’t forgotten about what happened in high school, neither did he, but maybe he could mend the relationship back together. could he?

— warnings. cursing | drinking | implications of smoking (not from any of the characters, not depicted either) | kinda poor writing

— word count. 1.3k+

The alcohol was boring. The bitter taste of the IPA he took occasional sips of made his tongue sour and his eyes squint in annoyance. Everyone around him had been enjoying the event a lot more than him, he could see from the blaring music and the dancing and the shot-taking in the background of it all. It was boring. It was all so boring.

He nonchalantly shook girls off of his arm as they try to prop their breasts up and caress his bicep, “just wanting to dance”, and he rolled his eyes at the comments that his teammates (Koganegawa) throw at him, telling him he needs to lighten up, or he just needs to drink a little more to loosen out a bit.

“C’mon, Tsukki, just one dance?” A random girl had pleaded while hanging off his arm. Her lip poked out in a pout and her cheeks were red from the alcohol, but there was nothing in her eyes. He wondered if he had missed the gleam of desire or the sharp tint of lust in her pupils, but one glance confirmed that she just wanted to be with somebody for the night. He figured she was probably lonely, something he would never admit to.

“I’m good.” He returned his sights to the wall in front of him, half-covered in bouncing people and red Dixie cups being held in tight hands. He felt her hand slack down and her eyes roll, a grunt of irritation seeping into his hearing as she left. It was probably for the better, though.

He looked around briefly, only seeing his teammates either jumping around—Kyoutani, who grumped on the chair across the room—or people he had never seen in his life that just wanted to have a good time. If he didn’t see anyone he had met prior to leaving, what was the point of being here at all?

That was when he realized the hotel room got a little crowded as people kept entering, and he wondered if they might get kicked out if this continued. As he leaned against the wall, he questioned himself. He liked to do that. Maybe he should just leave. Although it would be a hard task, squeezing himself between sweaty bodies and he knew he’s probably going to get whipped in the face with hair and a couple of arms, but the air was getting too hot and he couldn’t breathe the same way with all the smoke in the air. So he got off against the wall and placed his half-empty beer bottle down on the dresser beside him, taking his jacket away from hanging on his arm and puts his arms through the sleeves, turning his torso sideways to walk out of the crowd with his body still intact. He cracked the door open, which surprisingly, there was no one before him in the hallway before he shut it behind him.

He could breathe again.

It was refreshing, even though the air wasn’t exactly chilly, it felt nice going down his esophagus and clearing his lungs. All he had to do was find his mother’s place, now. He walked down the hallway towards the elevator, pressing the L button before he backed up against the wall and waited for the doors to slide closed.

He wasn’t expecting anyone to stick their hand through the metal gates, but nevertheless, unexpected things happen all the time in the life of Tsukishima Kei, like the one time Kyoutani tripped over his shoelaces during practice before he jumped up to hit the ball, falling on his face in front of the whole team. He chuckled at that. The person who had been stumbling inside the metal box was heaving, frantically picking up their stuff as what he guessed they dropped just now—he wasn’t paying attention as he recalled a certain memory.

“Shit,” they whispered as they bent down to pick their phone up off the ground. They stood up after grabbing what they needed and flattened their clothes, then leaned against the elevator frame. He looked over with a newfound curiosity, his head tilted to the side while his eyes scanned over what they were wearing. Nothing extravagant, he noted as his eyes scooted upwards.

It was only when they lifted their head to say sorry that he lost his train of thought. Completely stumped, was he. Eyes wide with his breath slowed down almost to a complete stop, he stared.

And so did you.

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“You promise to love me forever, Tsukki?” You question with your hands carrying his, your eyes beading with excitement. He looked at you like he was nervous and he didn’t know what to say, his fingers curling in your palms and sweating a bit. Though, when he looked at you, he couldn’t stop the way your smile bled into his veins and rushed through his entire body, placing one of his own on his face.

He takes a deep breath and readjusts himself in your grip, “I promise!” He shouts it with determination, relishing in your giggles and throwing your hands up in the air with him.

The adults that surrounded you two, his parents and yours, clapped for you as if it were a link in matrimony. They cheered and laughed with you, praising you both for “being the luckiest people on Earth”. He smiles again, believing every word they said all the while holding your hand in his.

Lucky. Was that really what you were?

“Shit,” you mumbled again, only this time it came out as if you hadn’t seen something for a long time. He supposed he couldn’t blame you for that. “Ah, Tsukishima,” you marked awkwardly, dealing with the shocked stare he handed to you. “What-what are you doing here?” You stuttered over your words with an inhale as you get a grip on the event that just had to happen right now.

“Party.” He uttered out.

“What? You, a party? No way,” you offered a smile.

“Uh, I was just leaving,” he clarified, finally getting a grip on his vocal cords. “What floor?”

“Oh, just the Lobby, I’m heading home.” Your head turned back to the wall before you, waiting for the doors to close again.

“You still live here?” He muttered, a confused brow creasing his skin.

“Huh?” You turned your head again as the doors shut, thankfully not hard enough to cause whiplash, “yeah, I do. Pretty boring, right?” You chuckled it off, your lungs suffocating in the uncomfortable atmosphere. “I just haven’t had anywhere to go since college, so. But!” You raised a finger, not to let him jump to conclusions. “I have my own home. The market here is pretty cheap and I didn’t want to live with my mom.”

He nodded in understanding, finally allowing his neck to guide his head face-forward.

“What about you? I heard you joined a professional volleyball team, I’ve seen you on TV.”

“You’ve watched me play?” Even if your faces were turned away from each other, you knew exactly what his face looked like at that exact moment. You cursed yourself for it.

“Only a little bit, when I don’t have anything else to watch.” Did that come off as mean?

“I see. Well—”

The elevator dinged and the doors glided open with a crowd on the other side, rushing inside the box. You both dashed out of it, observing the rest of the passengers press practically all the buttons there was on the dashboard and argue over what food they wanted for dinner. Your heads slowly reclined back to each other, the same thing dressing both of your features. People.

A smug smile quirked the corners of his lips up before he turned around, walking towards the exit of the building. You slightly frowned at his hurry to get away from you, this feeling of something unresolved rising in your stomach.

“Hey,” you called over, watching his body halt and switch directions. “Wanna have a couple drinks?” You asked politely, raising your shoulders, “catch up?”

He nodded. Maybe the beer won’t taste that bad, he thought to himself while he waited for your legs to line up with his.

—author's note. HI IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE AND THE FIRST CHAPTER TOO 😩 ive been swamped in school work and im just trying to get caught up. im trying to make this story as captivating as possible, (yes i havent finished writing it, im that impulsive) so dont be afraid to send me suggestions! (i already have one and y/n is an artist 😌 - painter to clarify)

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[nishisun]

couples therapy w/ KUROO!

pairing: kenma kozume x reader

summery: y/n and kenma attend “couples therapy” little did y/n know, there would be a rather pleasant suprised.

genre: just fluff and tiny angst

a/n: this is really rushed because ik y’all are waiting for another dorm buddies part so i wrote this in the middle of the night cause i was bored. i hope you like it LWNAJDHAJDHD. also, i hate reading my works so if there’s any errors i apologize

[recording. patients: kenma kozume & l/n y/n]

[kuroo] hello, kenma-san, l/n-san. how are you both doing today?

[kenma] why are we doing this again?

[kuroo] well KENMA, i already told you, this is good for my training and even better for my resume!

[kuroo] back to the question, y/n-san?

[y/n] (sighs) to be honest, i could be better.

[y/n] uh, kuroo, no need for the honorific titles.

[kuroo] right. kenma?

[kenma] i’ve been.. okay.

[kuroo] okay, so, one of your close friends, kuroo-san i think it was, scheduled you both for this session in which you both agreed to take, am i right?

[y/n] ... aren’t you—

[kenma] ...

[y/n] (looks at kenma, and then sighs and looks back at kuroo) uh— yeah, we did.

[kuroo] okay so, first, i want to know the reasons why you both are here, starting with kenma.

[kuroo] kenma, why are you here today?

[kenma] because you forced me to

[kuroo] ...

[kuroo] A for effort kenma! but that’s not the only reason.

[kenma] well, i’m here to... better this relationship.

[kuroo] okay, why?

[kenma] ... what?

[kuroo] why do you want to better this relationship you have with y/n?

[kenma] ... i don’t know.

[y/n] (scoffs) kozume, really?

[kenma] (shrugs)

[kuroo] so, you don’t know why you want to better this relationship?

[kenma] ...

[kuroo] well, if that’s the case, why are you here? do you want y/n to leave?

[kenma] ...

[y/n] (scoffs) kuroo, thank you so much for attempting to help, but i think it’s just best i go—

[kenma] no! wait. please y/n, wait.

[y/n] kenma, you know i’m trying my best to be patient with you, but it seems to me like you’re not putting effort! i’ve really tried. i did. all i’m asking is to at least put some effort.

[kenma] i know, i know you are. i’m sorry.

[y/n] it’s fine, kozume.

[kuroo] alright then, kenma—

[kenma] i want to better this relationship... because i care about y/n. a lot.

[kuroo] and?

[kenma] and..? (looks at y/n) and uh.. because she makes me happy. i feel.. happier when she’s with me.

[kuroo] thank you so much for sharing. now, y/n, why are you here today?

[y/n] i’m here because i’m willing to give kenma and this relationship a second chance.

[kuroo] (writes notes) that’s very good to hear. thank you for sharing that.

[kuroo] now, it has come to my attention that you both are currently not together, am i right?

(kenma and y/n glance at each other)

[kenma] ...

[y/n] uh, yes, that’s true.

[kuroo] okay. (shuffles through notes) now, a week before you both came here, i asked you both to come here with a video—

[kenma] kuroo, maybe the video isn’t necessary—

[y/n] video? i wasn’t aware of a—

[kuroo] ah, yes. let me rephrase that. i asked kenma actually, he insisted.

[kenma] you forced me—

[kuroo] not important!

[y/n] kenma?

[kenma] (sighs) i... made a video... apologizing because i didn’t think you’d want to see me.. and i’m bad at communicating... kuroo thought it was a good idea.

[kuroo] would you like to see the video, y/n?

[y/n] yes please

[kuroo] okay, i’m just gonna leave and let you both watch the video.

[kenma] maybe i should come with you-

[kuroo] no. (slams door)

——

“okay, it’s recording!” kuroo says behind the camera, giving kenma a thumbs up.

“kuroo honestly, this seems stupid. i don’t even know what to say.”

“say whatever comes in your head. this is a great way for you to realize how important y/n is to you.” he reassures behind the camera. kenma gives kuroo an unsure look as he plays around with his fingers.

kenma sighs and gives kuroo a bored look as he’s adjusting the angle of the camera and once he catches kenma staring, he straightens up and sighs as well. “kenma, you’re not good with words. yes, i know this. making this video is a great way for you to release emotions that you’ve concealed. i know you may think it’s stupid right now, but you’ll be suprised how much you’ve said by the end of this. even if you decide to keep this video to yourself, you’ll feel better. trust me.”

kenma nods slightly, still giving kuroo an unsure look as he readjusted the camera once more.

“pretend i’m not even here!”

“i’m trying to but you keep talking.”

“right. i’ll stop”

“uh.. hi y/n. if you’re seeing this, i want you to know that I’m... sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for neglecting you in our relationship. I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize you were the one for me.” kenma looks down at the ground, pursing his lips and sighs. he looks behind the camera to see a smiling kuroo who’s shaking his head, signaling that kenma should keep going.

“I love you, so much. The truth is, I’m not very good at expressing my feelings, which you already know and you’ve accepted me for it. i just wanna tell you that i really do appreciate that. not a lot of people can handle someone like me and the fact that you could just proves how amazing you are.” kenma is looking everywhere but the camera. he looks up at the ceiling and smiles as he reminisces the first time he met you.

“When you first told me you loved me, I warned you, saying ‘You do know what you’re going to be dealing with, right?’ and you told me, and i remember, with a proud and positive voice you said , ‘Yes, I do. And i’m willing to have the best time with you, even if it’s going to end up being the best romance or the worst heart break.’” I laughed at that. You used to crack me up all the time. I missed that.

“Nowadays, I lay on my bed that used to be ours, staring at the wall for hours wishing you were there with me. Crazy, isn’t it? Because when you were with me I never wanted to do anything with you. Well, that’s not the case. It’s not that i didn’t want anything to do with you, i just... i don’t really know. As stupid as it sounds.. i didn’t think you deserved someone like me. You were— are still too good for me. I guess.. i always pushed you away because I wanted you to realize that.” kenma let’s out a silent laugh and sighs. He looks at kuroo for a brief moment and then looks away, fumbling with his fingers.

“uh... it’s been hard to do a lot of things without you lately. Remember when you’d always have to remind me to eat? Even though I pushed you away, you’d still try to get me to eat because you cared so much for my well-being. You always put me first and I hate myself for not doing the same when it came to you.”

“I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you and it hurts me so much that you’re gone... That I was the one that let you go. Everyday I lay in bed wondering if i should call you just to hear your voice. I wonder if you’d answer. Probably not. You probably hate me for letting you go. Trust me, I hate myself for it too. I hate that it took me actually letting you go for me to realize just how much i needed you.”

“It’s quiet at home. It doesn’t even feel like home without you, y/n. I miss the TV being on your favorite show at 9 in the morning as you’d sit on the couch with both our breakfast set on the table as you waited for me to wake up and eat with you.” kenma puts his hands on his face and sighs again for what seems like the hundredth time today.

“i’m an idiot.”

“kenma, no you aren’t. although you haven’t been.. the smartest recently, i’m happy you’re realizing your mistakes. you’re doing great by the way.” kuroo says, giving the faux blond a reassuring smile.

“thank you.” kenma nods.

“I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you. When I broke up with you, I hated the pained expression you had on your face. I thought I was doing what was best for you without even letting you have a say. You were begging me to not do this to you, but I didn’t listen.”

“I’m not trying to make this video to seek your forgiveness.. i’m probably not going to show this to you anyway. i’ll keep this as a lesson to not let go of the one person you love the most because i love you, y/n.”

“is that it?” kuroo asks,

“uh...” kenma thinks for a second, and then shakes his head “yeah. i think i’m done.”

—

By now you’re already tearing up. Tears of joy. You know how hard this must’ve been for Kenma but the fact that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone for you spoke volumes. He was sitting next to you, as you stared down at the phone that had already turned off covering your mouth and it’s your hands. Kenma didn’t know whether to comfort you, scared that you may reject his touch.

“i’m... sorry—“

“dont, kenma.” you sigh. kenma has a pained expression on his face.

You wipe your tears off your face and look up at him giving him a smile. Out of nowhere, a sudden urge of confidence came through you and you basically tackling him in a hug.

“you’re an idiot, you know that, right?”

“yeah, i know.” kenma huffs out a laugh as you chuckle. he hugs you back, gripping you tight with fear that this moment might end.

“i’ve missed you.” kenma places his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he plays with his fingers that are wrapped around you.

“i’ve missed you too,” you break off the hug and sit up straight next to him. he’s looking at you— staring actually, you don’t think he’s aware of what he’s doing. “earth to kenma?” you wave your hand in front of his face and he rubs his eyes and chuckles.

“sorry.” he turns and faces forward, still having a small smile on his face.

“hey, what’s up with all of these apologies? are you gonna do something or not?”

kenma turns back to you in confusion, furrowing his brows and you cross your arms smirking, waiting for kenma to understand. Once he finally understands what you’re trying to say, he’s the one hugging you.

“will you take me back, y/n?” he asks— or mumbles. you don’t care though. he’s done enough today. what matters is that he tried. why wouldn’t you give him a second chance?

“of course i will, kozume.” you say, rubbing his back. “hey kenma,”

“hm?”

“a video, really?”

“shut up, i don’t want to talk about it. i just really missed you, okay.”

you laugh at that. you hear the door of that room open. it was kuroo, who was already having a smirk on his face. that idiot.

“a new couple in town, might i ask?”

“oh fuck off, kuroo.” kenma mumbles through your chest, you and kuroo laugh at how annoyed kenma seems.

“see kenma, i told you. chicks love romantic gestures.” kenma lifts his head up from where it’s resting in your chest and glares at kuroo.

“i wouldn’t say that was romantic, but it’s the thought that counts i guess!” you laugh, kenma turns back to look at you and you can’t help but laugh once again at kenma’s expressive facial expressions “but it was cute though. i loved it, baby.”

kenma drops his head back in your chest with a grumble and you caress his hair as kuroo crosses his arms and looks at you both with a smile.

“you guys are soulmates.” he says.

“you think so?”

“nah,” his shakes his head, “i know so.”

tags: @tazinva

[flowerpowelltales]

Until You Hate Me (Liam x MC)

PART THREE - THE BEGINNING

A/N: Yes, I do feel ashamed I forgot about this series for TWO years. I also am aware most of you, who have been tagged, dont even remember ever reading this series. If you’d like to be taken off the taglist just let me know because I don’t want to bother anyone. If you want a refresher - it’s the series where Regina pays Riley to be the worst suitor ever so that in two weeks, Liam would have to marry someone Regina picked for him. Previous parts are on my masterlist. Shoutout to the Nonny who motivated me to write this part. Hope y’all enjoy! Characters belong to PB. 

Rating: G

Word count: 1692

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“Welcome to Cordonia,” Liam said when the Royal Jet finally landed. He looked at Riley warily as she took in the sights. The flight was a total disaster and made him rethink his whole life. If he hadn’t known better he’d think she wanted to sabotage his mission.

“Looks sick,” she said and Liam sighed.

“Liam, Riley, the car is here. Come before anyone spots us.” Regina nodded towards their driver.

“Whoa, we have our own driver? That’s mad!”

Regina raised an eyebrow in a ‘do-not-overdo-it’ manner but Riley ignored it. For her it was either go hard or go home. Literally, because if she failed she’d go home with no money.

The ride from the private airport to the palace was silent; Riley was admiring the views, Liam was thinking if he made the right choice and Regina was already planning Liam’s wedding to Madeleine.

When they arrived, Regina excused herself and went straight into her office.

“What do you think?” Liam asked politely when they were the only two left.

“It looks so… majestic. Like something I’d expect a palace look like but at the same time like something I wouldn’t expect. It’s gorgeous.”

Liam turned to her stunned by her words. What happened to “sick” and “mad”? Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, after all.

“Come inside,” he said and extended his hands towards her. She took it and then gasped at the interior.

“It’s so regal and so big and oof—” Riley was almost knocked out by a small, fluffy ball that jumped at her.

“Ah, this is Chance, Maxwell’s dog. He must feel you’re a good person because he is never that happy about strangers.” Liam smiled as he leaned to take her coat. She handed it to him and when Liam walked away to hang it, she bent over to Chance. 

“Hey, buddy! I’m super flattered you like me but can you please bite me or start barking at me so Liam doesn’t think I’m good?” She asked and Chance titled his head in confusion. “You see,” she lowered her voice, “I have a mission to complete.”

When Chace still couldn’t understand, Riley tried to speak his language.

“Woof woof woof woof,” she barked at Chance in low voice.

“Um… is everything okay, lady Riley?” Liam asked, suddenly appearing behind her. Shoot.

“Mhm. Just talking to that cute little muffin. And please, call me Riley. I’m no lady.”

“If you insist. Would you like to see your room?”

“Sure! Does it have a mini fridge? I bet it’s totally dope!”

Liam shook his head in disbelief. Riley changed her mood every few minutes. He couldn’t figure her out. Sometimes she was serious and really fun to talk to but then she changed again and acted like a spoiled teenager.

“Here we are.” Liam motioned the room when they finally reached the guest chamber. “It doesn’t have a mini fridge but you can call any of the staff members to ask for whatever you’d like, anytime.”

“Cool.”

“Ah, Liam! Riley! I am so glad to see you both here!” Regina exclaimed with a smiled on her face. “We have a dinner today with a few of our friends. Liam, please help lady Riley to prepare for it.”

“Of course, Regina. Who are we expecting?” Liam asked.

“Duchess Olivia Nevrakis, Lord Neville, Duchess Adelaide, her daughter and Duke Godfrey, lady Hana Lee and her parents, and a few of the court members.”

Liam nodded politely but started to panic internally. Lord Neville, Godfrey and Adelaide weren’t exactly the first people he wanted Riley to be introduced to. He knew too well how they treated commoners and how awful they could be. He had only about two hours before the dinner to go through the royal protocol, table manners, dress code and how to address who. When he looked up at Riley he noticed she was already studying him.

“Everything’s alright?”

“Yes, it is. I just thought we would have more time before your debut.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that! I was born ready!” she said reassuringly, which, ironically, made Liam even less reassured.

~~~~

“So when I see Hana Lee’s dad I should say ‘ni hao’, right?”

“Correct! And can you please repeat how you would address Duchess Olivia?”

“Your Grace,” Riley replied.

“Exactly. And Lord Neville?”

“…Also your Grace?”

“Yes. How would you address me, then?”

“Your Majesty?”

“No, Majesty is used for Kings and Queens. I’m not a King yet so I ought to be addressed ‘your Highness’.”

“So Regina is her Majesty?” Riley asked.

“Precisely. Now, what is my title?”

“Prince?”

“Full title.”

“Prince Louis of Cordonia.”

“Ye—What? What Louis?”

“Your name isn’t Louis?”

“No,” he shook his head. “It’s Liam.”

“Oh, right! Sorry, I’ve always had a problem with remembering names.”

Liam smiled but wanted to scream. Remembering names was probably one of the most important things Riley had to learn. And she forgot even his.

“Let me get this straight, when I talk to you I always have to use ‘your highness’?”

“When we’re with nobility, yes. It shows respect. When there’s only me and you, or friends and family, you can call me by my name,” he explained.

“Which is Louis!”

“Liam,” he corrected. Again.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Riley apologized. “I’ll just need something to associate you with… Oh! I know! I used to listen to One Direction a lot and Liam was the name of one of the singers! I liked him a lot!”

“Whatever works for you.” Liam smiled, feeling less and less enthusiastic about his mission.

~~~~

Two hours and three braincell losses later, Riley was walking arm in arm with Liam, into the ballroom. She was wearing a very expensive dress, more expensive than everything she owned altogether. She was very stressed and started to regret coming here. Pretending to be the worst suitor in front of Liam was one thing, but pretending to be the worst suitor in front of all Cordonian nobility was a completely different thing.

“Look, there’s Xinghai, he’s coming here,” Liam whispered and Riley nodded as the man approached them. Liam nudged Riley.

Okay. Show time.

“Hey hoe!” She yelled, making everyone freeze.

I hate myself.

“Riley!” Liam hissed, pinching her arm.

“Excuse me?” Xinghai asked as if not believing his ears.

“I think Riley tried to say ‘ni hao’, is that right?” Liam raised his eyebrows and Riley felt sick.

“Yes! Ni hao! I’m so sorry, I’m very bad at languages!”

Xinghai shook his head. “If you say so.”

“Hi, I’m Hana! And this is my mother, Lorelai.” A girl with a very friendly face extended her hand as if she hadn’t noticed that huge faux-pas. Her mom barely smiled at her.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Your Highness.” A man approached them and raised a glass. “I feel deeply honored to be invited here today. Her Majesty mentioned you would bring an American suitor, is this that lovely lady?”

Riley didn’t know who it was but she sure hated him already. She looked at Liam and realized she wasn’t the only one thinking so.

“Lord Neville. I am very happy you could join us. Yes, this is lady Riley, my suitor. Lady Riley, this is Lord Neville.”

“Lord? Like Lord of the Rings? Is that even a real title?” she asked.

“Excuse me?” Neville was confused and Liam embarrassed. From the corner of her eye, Riley could see Regina smiling at the sight.

At least someone is happy with what I’m doing.

“I believe we haven’t met.” A blond woman interrupted them, holding a glass of champagne in one hand and a very unhappy man in the other.

“This is Duchess Adelaide, Duke Godfrey and their daughter, Countess Madeleine. And this lovely woman by my side is lady Riley.”

“Hi y’all! Louis told me so much about you!” She heard Liam sighing.

“Hmph” was all Godfrey said. The rest of the family looked confused.

“Who’s Louis?” Adelaide asked.

“What happened to One Direction association?” Liam whispered to her when the family wasn’t looking.

“I forgot Louis was in the band, too,” she replied.

“If you excuse us,” Liam turned to Adelaide, “but we need to say hello to Duchess Olivia. Thank you for coming.”

He quickly led Riley far from Adelaide and Godfrey, avoiding other court members on the way. He couldn’t do this. At least not today. Riley clearly wasn’t ready.

“Why hello there,” a lady with red hair and a matching dress greeted them.

“Olivia. Hello. How are you?” Liam started a small talk and Riley noticed he was more relaxed talking to her than he was talking to other people. She must be a friend, she thought.

“I’m great. Haven’t been to a party that is as much fun as this one. And it’s all thanks to you. I’m Olivia.”

“Riley. You’re the Ice Queen?” Riley asked remembering Lythikos was a winter wonderland. She hoped Olivia would be offended just like the others but to her surprise the Duchess burst out laughing.

“Ice Queen! I like her already,” she said as she wiped a tear from her eye. “Absolutely loved when she questioned Neville’s title. The man’s pain in the ass.”

“I’m glad you find it funny,” Liam said firmly. Olivia shrugged and turned to take another glass of wine.

“I’m really sorry I embarrassed you, Louis.”

“Liam,” he corrected.

“Liam,” Riley repeated. “I’ve just came to Cordonia and had only two hours to take it all in. I’ll be better in time.” Not sure how better at making you hate me I can get though.

“It’s fine. Listen, it’s me who should be apologizing. As you said, you just came here and within a few hours you had to learn things I learned throughout the years.”

Riley’s eyes widened. She embarrassed him, she humiliated him and he still apologized? She felt awful.

“I still feel bad. I promise I won’t let you down,” she lied and Liam smiled.

“I’m happy to hear that because we’re visiting our apple orchard tomorrow and the press will be there to meet you, too.”

Riley gulped as she smiled at Liam.

That only meant she had to try even harder.