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[manzix]

——— Almost Home ———

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Pairing: Sophia Laforteza x gn!reader Synopsis: Can you find home in someone who never had one to begin with? Warnings: angst, fluff, use of you, they, and them,...  Notes: I work near a bakery so I got inspired to write this every time I’m on break. Not proofread, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. 

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Sunday Morning - 3:30 am

Waking up before dawn had always been a challenge for Sophia. Being a baker was never the problem, she loved everything about baking. But starting the day when the sun was barely up? That part sucked. She’d rather finish late at night than rise before the world did. But that’s just her.

Today was a Sunday, which made it worse.

She normally worked early mornings on Saturdays, Mondays, and Thursdays while Megan handled Sundays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. But this week, Megan had asked for time off, and Sophia, in a rare moment of generosity, agreed to cover all of Megan's morning shifts.

Now, standing in the dim glow of the bakery’s prep area, rain hammering against the windows, Sophia deeply regretted that decision. Just as she was losing herself in thoughts of sleep and better life choices, a knock echoed from the front window.

Who the hell was out at 4 a.m.? Other than her, of course. And why knock on the window like they knew someone would be inside?

She stayed hidden in the unlit corner of the bakery, instincts kicking in as she wasn’t expecting anyone.

“Megan, it’s me. I’m kind of early today but I brought the newspaper this time.”

Sophia froze, that made her raise an eyebrow. Megan?

First of all, who the hell was that?

And second, did they just say Megan?

She stayed quiet, listening.

“God, Megan, stop playing around. I said I was sorry for forgetting the crossword section last time, okay? Let me in. Please.”

Sophia peeked out, cautiously. There was a stranger, newspaper in hand, wearing a soaked hoodie, eyes hopeful. When their gaze met, they waved.

“Who are you?” she asked through the glass, eyeing them with suspicion. One hand slid behind the counter to rest on a wooden rolling pin, just in case. Sophia would like to believe that she got good survival instincts, she would not risk it. 

They looked momentarily confused, then smiled. “What are you talki—oh. You’re not Megan. Hi.”

Sophia didn’t move.

“I brought the newspaper, if you want it and well if you read the news. I mean no harm, I just… I usually come by early to get some free bread—well, free if it’s Megan. And yeah, I know you guys aren’t open yet, but she usually trades me some day-olds for the newspaper.”

Sophia didn’t answer, her eyes narrowed as her hand clutched the wooden rolling pin.

“Is Megan not here?”

Sophia shook her head.

“Ahhh.” The stranger nodded as they shifted on their feet. “Will she be working this week?”

Sophia just stared, unimpressed and cold as the pre-dawn air.

“I don’t know” she muttered.

They nodded, sensing Sophia’s uninviting tone. “Cool. Thanks anyway, Miss. Have a good day or dawn.”

As they walked away into the rain, Sophia found herself watching their back longer than she meant to. 

Sophia stood there, slightly baffled.

“What the fuck is Megan doing?” she muttered under her breath. “Giving out free bread now?”

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Tuesday Morning - 4:03 am

The knock came again, two soft taps against the glass, just like Sunday. Sophia had just finished setting out the prepped dough when it came soft, familiar, and perfectly on time. She then dried her hands and moved to the front. Less hesitation this time compared on Sunday. 

The door creaked open, letting in a breeze of early chill. You stood there again, hoodie damp at the shoulders, a folded newspaper tucked under your arm. You looked confused.

 “Oh” you said. “You’re here again.”

Sophia raised a brow. “You expected someone else?”

“Kind of” you admitted. “Megan usually works Tuesdays.”

“It’s her shift, I’m covering it.”

You blinked. “So… you’ve been working since Sunday?”

“Looks like it.”

“Huh” You stepped inside. “No offense but you just don’t seem like a morning person.”

“I’m not.”

“So why cover?”

Sophia shut the door behind them. “Why not”

“Ah. Right” You slid into your usual seat. Sophia said nothing, but her mouth twitched.

You set the newspaper down on the counter like an offering. She noticed it was folded carefully this time, like they meant for her to notice.

“What’s with the newspaper?” she asked, curiosity slipping out before she could stop it. “Why do you keep bringing it?”

You looked a little sheepish. “Honestly? I thought Megan liked the crosswords and the horoscopes. She seemed like someone who’d believe in Mercury being in retrograde or what her lucky colours and numbers are. You know that kind of stuff.”

Sophia blinked. “She probably doesn’t read any of that.”

“Really?” You looked at her in disbelief.

“She just likes being nice.”

You laughed quietly. “Well, that makes sense.”

A short pause stretched between you two. Sophia glanced down at the paper as she looked at the crossword section. Half-completed again. Same neat handwriting. A couple of easy clues filled in. One or two deliberately left open.

“You did some of it?”

“Only the boring words. Left the fun ones for her …well for you now.”

“Did you purposely leave the long ones blank?”

“They’re more fun to guess when you’re grumpy,” you said. “You strike me as someone who needs a little victory early in the day.”

Sophia gave you a dry look. “Is that so?”

You smiled as you nodded at her.

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Wednesday Morning - 4:07 am

Sophia had the door unlocked before the knock came. She tried to pretend that wasn’t on purpose but either way you still knocked. When you notice her mouthing its open you stepped inside with less hesitation this time, already holding out the newspaper like it was routine.

“You’re really doing the full week?” you asked, brushing from your sleeves.

“I told you. She’s on leave.”

“So still covering?” you continue asking as you set the newspaper on the counter.

“Yep”

“Not that I’m complaining,” you added quickly. “You’re growing on me.”

Sophia raised a brow. “Is that your way of getting more free bread?”

“Is it working?”

Sophia can’t help but shake her head lightly as she mutters. “No”

You laughed as you nodded at her. “I love your cinnamon rolls by the way. Just letting you know.”

She then moved behind the counter area, rolling dough between her palms, her sleeves pushed up to the elbows.

For a while, you and Sophia both worked in silence, her with her hands and you with the crossword. But it wasn’t tense. Just quiet and settled.

Eventually, you speak up, “You know, I kind of thought you wouldn’t be here today.”

“Why?” 

“Just figured maybe you’d burn out after a couple of early mornings.”

Sophia glanced at the clock. “It’s not burnout. Yet.”

“Well, if you survive this week,” you said lightly, “I’ll owe you a coffee or something.”

Sophia can’t help but scoff, “You don’t strike me as someone with a lot of coffee to spare.”

You smiled but didn’t argue. Instead you added, more softly, “I didn’t expect you this week. But I’m kind of glad you’re the one who showed up.”

Sophia stayed quiet. She reached for a tray of proofed dough, paused, then added, almost offhandedly, “I’m working tomorrow too.”

“Oh?” you looked at her confusingly. 

“It’s my actual shift this time.”

You looked up from the paper. “So, if I come back...?”

Sophia didn’t answer directly, she just said, “Doors open by four.”

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Thursday Morning – 4:05 a.m.

It was colder than usual. Sophia noticed it in the air and in the way you shiver as you came in, hunched and wet from the walk. She didn’t say anything. She just steps aside and lets you in, watching the way you try to warm your hands.

“Rough night?” she asked eventually.

You shrugged. “Rough enough.”

“You always wear that hoodie,” Sophia remarked, more out of habit than interest. You looked up from your hands, with a surprised look. “I didn’t know you noticed.”

“I notice everything that distracts me,” she said flatly.

You laughed softly. “You know, you’re really kind for someone who pretends to be the complete opposite of it.”

Sophia gave you a look. “Just because I give you bread, does not mean anything.”

“Maybe. But I’ve been here three dawns now and haven’t been kicked out. That’s progress, right?”

Sophia says nothing as she goes behind the back to knead the dough.

“But I like it here” you continued, eyes now on Sophia. “Quiet dawns. Warm oven smell. Someone grumbling at me from across the counter. It’s nice.” 

Sophia can’t help but roll her eyes.

“And the bread’s good” you added quickly as you saw her expression. “It’s mostly about the bread.”

Minutes later, you stood from your seat with a wide grin as you walked towards Sophia. She then gave you one of the first batch of cinnamon rolls as she leaned over the counter. “You’re quite ungrateful, aren’t you?” 

“You made cinnamon rolls?” you said with disbelief. “Is that a Thursday thing?”

“Kind of” Sophia then nodded as she observed the way you devour the cinnamon roll, she was then interrupted by your voice. 

“I can’t believe you gave me fresh ones. I thought that’s not allowed.” you then looked at her with a smile, “Megan never gave me fresh ones.”

When she didn’t respond, you casually reached into your hoodie pocket. “I almost forgot” You then placed something small on the counter. “I brought you something”

Sophia raised an eyebrow.

You pulled out a small, smooth rock and placed it on the counter. It was round, pale brownish on the top, and oddly swirled on the side.

“This reminded me of you” you said, with a little smile.

Sophia stared. “It’s a rock.”

“Looks like a dinner roll” you said confidently. “Like, a fancy little swirl bun.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“It does if you squint.”

She didn’t smile, but she picked it up anyway. It was warm from your pocket, surprisingly heavy for its size. There was a strange comfort to the way it fit in her palm.

“I found it near the river” you added. “You don’t have to keep it or anything, it just made me think of you.”

Sophia turned the rock over once, then without saying anything tucked it gently behind the sugar jar by the register.

You blinked. “So?”

She met your gaze and quietly said, “It’s not a dinner roll.”

But her voice was softer than usual.

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Friday Morning – Day Off

Sophia woke up late.

The sun was already peeking through the curtains, and for the first time in days, her hands didn’t smell like yeast. She made coffee slowly. Sat at her kitchen table and stared at the silence.

At one point, she found herself turning slightly like she might catch the knock she knew wasn’t coming. It was becoming an unknown habit at this point. Her eyes drifted to the sugar jar near her kitchen sink. Not the bakery’s but she thought of the latter one, the one at the shop. With the rock.

She sipped her coffee. “It’s not a dinner roll. Stupid.”

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Saturday Morning – 4:05 a.m.

No knock. No soggy newspaper. Just the hum of early silence and the usual weight of being the only one awake at dawn.

Sophia prepped the dough, moved through her routine like normal. But every time she passed the front window, her eyes flicked up expecting, maybe hoping that someone or anyone will pass by. She told herself it was about the crossword.

When the clock hit five, she stood behind the counter, towel in hand, and glanced at the sugar jar.

The rock was still there.

She picked it up, just for a second as she closely observed it. As she squinted, she can’t help but notice the resemblance of a dinner roll. “It’s definitely not a dinner roll.”

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Sunday Morning – 6:30 a.m.

Megan was already in when Sophia arrived, hair tucked in her work cap, coffee steaming on the prep counter.

“Morning, stranger!” Megan chirped. “You look like hell.”

“You try opening six days in a row” Sophia muttered.

Megan just laughed. “Guess I owe you everything.”

Sophia didn’t respond right away. She was staring at the register. On top sat today’s newspaper. It's clean, folded, and looks untouched.

Sophia then looked at Megan with a smile. “I didn’t know you gave free bread on your shifts.”

Megan looked up. “Hm?”

“The person with the newspapers. They came by this week. The whole entire shift.”

“Oh, really?” Megan stepped closer. “I thought they might.”

Sophia hesitated, then asked, “Who are they?”

Megan leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee. “I don’t know honestly. They started showing up a like last week after a big storm. I let them in ‘cause it was raining and they looked miserable. We got to talking.”

Sophia waited.

“They bring the newspaper, say it’s a trade but I think they’re just trying to be polite since I do let them stay inside. I started giving them leftover bread. Figured it was the least I could do. And they’re quite the company too. Working alone at dawn can be daunting especially on rainy days.”

Sophia frowned slightly. “They never said anything.”

“They don’t really talk about themselves. But…” Megan paused. “I think they’re in between places right now. I asked once if they had somewhere to go after this, and they said, ‘not really.’”

Megan continued. “Honestly, they don’t talk about their whereabouts. Show up early. Hang out. Bring the newspaper. They don’t ask for anything aside for bread.” She glanced at Sophia. “I think they’re homeless.”

Sophia’s brow furrowed.

“I’m not sure” Megan went on. “But they always leave before the sun’s up. Said they pick up odd jobs sometimes. Errands, deliveries. I think they try not to stay in one place too long.”

Sophia was still. Her hands pressed into the edge of the counter like it might steady her.

“They never asked for help?”

“No” Megan said. “They just wanted a place to be for a little while, especially at dawn.”

Sophia glanced down.

She just looked over at the sugar jar where the bread-shaped rock still sat, tucked behind the cubes like it belonged there.

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Monday Morning – 3:25 a.m.

The air was cool and still, a fragile calm before the sun pushed through the horizon. The scent of damp earth mingled faintly with the faint warmth of her jacket around her. Sophia’s shoes tapped softly on the pavement as she approached the door, the dawn silence wrapping around her like a thin, familiar coat. She shuffled forward toward the bakery door, mind already drifting to the rhythm of kneading dough and the sharp tang of yeast. Her eyes caught the folded newspaper on the welcome mat, edges curled slightly from the night’s breeze. Something about the way it lay there felt deliberate, an unspoken message waiting.

Her foot nudged the object, and she paused. She knelt, fingertips brushing the newspaper, heart tightening like a snapped thread. 

Stepping inside, the familiar warmth greeted her like an old, quiet friend with the comforting hum of ovens warming up.

She flicked on the lights.

The bakery was bathed in a soft glow, the sterile white tiles now alive with shadows and light.

Unfolding it, her eyes landed on a few simple words, hurried and raw:

“It wasn’t home, but it was close enough for a while. Thank you”

No signature. No flourish. Just that.

Sophia’s breath hitched. She pressed the note against the counter, the grainy texture a stark contrast to the smooth stone still tucked behind the sugar jar. The oven’s warm hum filled the space, but inside, a colder emptiness lingered. She touched the rock again, its weight grounding her, a small tether to a fleeting connection she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit mattered.

Now, this morning was different. It is clear, bright, but somehow colder.

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The ending feels a little rushed so sorry about that but hope you guys liked it :))

[corpscs]

put your mouth to mine ‎ ⧗ ‎ natasha x avengers manager f!reader

‎ ♡ ‎ masterlist‎ ♡ ‎ one ‎ ♡ ‎ two ⋆ nsfw! ‎

♡ ‎ minors and men dni ⋆ SMUT +18 ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ wlw ⋆ top!natasha ⋆ friends to lovers ⋆ reader shows minor ocd tendencies ⋆ lake house fic ⋆ images are from pinterest ⋆ ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later ⋆ divider ⋆ russian is from google/reddit

♡ ‎ word count: 2.4k ♡ lyubimaya - beloved, zolotse - sunshine, konchit'. - cum

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natasha shamelessly eyed your backside as you climbed up the ladder of the dock. she followed up after, halting halfway to watch you bend down to reach for the towels.

“you know, i thought about untying your top in the lake.” she admitted. you turned to her, jaw slightly ajar in shock, “too many cameras.” she shrugged, hauling herself up the last steps.

“that’s,” you paused, choosing your words. “i’m glad you decided not to let me flash our coworkers.” you handed her a towel.

as you walked back down the dock you made eye contact with the nearest camera. almost feeling as if tony was sitting behind a computer back at the compound watching you and natasha leisurely use sheild property.

“actually, there is one coworker that i think you should flash.” natasha said with a grin. not that you could see from a few paces ahead of her.

“oh yeah?” you asked still watching the cameras disappear from you vision.

you opened the sliding glass door and stepped inside, before suddenly stoping and turning on your heel. natasha mirrored your actions and halted herself in place. you blinked twice with an innocent smile, briefly lifting the wet material off your chest for about two to three seconds before continuing your path to the kitchen.

you would pay good money just to keep that look of surprise on her face a little longer. eyebrows raised, pupils wide, lips slightly gapped, but ever graceful, she recovered calling out a “thank you.” while closing the door behind her.

you dripped water along the hardwood as the two of you stood in the kitchen. the towels could really only do so much.

“are we still following orders today?” she asked you blotting her braid into the towel. her question caught you by surprise, halting your own movements.

“for you, i suppose.” she smiled in approval.

“just for me?” she natasha began stepping closer. you nodded. “that’s sweet of you.”

she watched your pupils dilate minutely.

“always thought you were too sweet on me for your own good.” she had backed you against the corner of the kitchen, the cool granite pressing against your back. “and now i know for sure, just couldn’t help yourself.” you watched her eyes track down your body before she started backing up to the stairs. her eyes flicked to the side of the room to the stove clock. followed her stare and read the numbers.

you look her in the eyes as she smirked. “still too early for lunch.” she disappeared up the stairs. you neatly stumbled following after.

the room natasha had slept in was similar to yours, though her bed was a queen, not a full. it had hardwood floors, a night table, a dresser and standing mirror in the corner. you watched her close the door in the reflection and you watched as her hands reached for you, turning half a step to face her.

natasha’s hands slid up your ribs landing on the outer fabric of your bikini, she paused before pushing the material over the swell of your breasts. rolling your nipples between her pinched fingers as she eagerly swallowed down your moans.

one hand left your chest and reached behind your neck to pull the water logged string undone, while you did the same with the tie at your back before discarding it to the bedroom floor.

she broke the kiss with a single tug to one of your nipples before backing you up to sit on the bed. you shuffled to a kneeling position as you assisted natasha in peeling her own suit off.

once it was off she tossed it aside, going to resume your kiss, “wait.” you breathed. natasha paused instantly allowing you to get off the bed with baited breath. she observed your naked form bend down to pick up your wet bikini. natasha had to bite back a chuckle. you grabbed natasha’s one piece and the abandoned towels before disappearing into the bathroom to hang the garments to dry.

“don’t laugh.” you said crawling onto

the bed and back over to her, now that the little distraction rolling around in your brain was gone.

“can’t help it.” she reached out to grab at your hips pushing you down onto your back. you could feel the dampness from the lake that clung to your body catch on the sheets, your wet hair most likely soaking them.

she maneuvered to kneel over you, knees slotted over your right thigh. you’re eyes tracked over her skin, scars from all sorts of stories and bullet wounds.

“wanna guess which ones were barnes?” natasha joked as you stared at her body.

“don’t bring him up.” you groaned. fingers brushing a scar on her abdomen. “plus i’ve read the reports. i know which ones.”

“know it all.” her eyes narrowed.

“it’s part of my job.” you shrugged. natasha leaned down, left arm beside your head, the other finding your breast once again. you breathed in.

“have you read all my files?” yes.

“no.” when your crush first developed you unhealthily searched for everything you could find on the natasha romanoff.

“well since you haven’t. you should know i’m really good at telling when someone is lying.” she mocked going along with your obvious lie.

she closed your distance and kissed you again. her lips hungrier than before now that she’s got you naked and pliant beneath her. “plus, you’re so good at your job, you must have read most of them.”

natasha watched with a smile as your chest hitched on your next inhale. her lips traveled down. starting back on your lips before moving to your jaw, down your throat and to your chest where she was quick to pull your pebbled nipple between her lips.

you arched into her while natasha used the distraction to slip her fingers between your legs. she dipped two fingers into your slit feeling your arousal and you moaned when her fingers began to circle your clit.

your attempts to seal your noises behind pursed lips failing miserably. one hand bunched in the pillows above you, your free hand traveled down to grip her thigh. you used the small leverage to move your hips against her hand. speeding up her circles, natasha bit down gently before she pulled back from your tit.

the hand on your clit explored further. her middle finger slipped inside as she ground the heel of her palm into your clit. she had leaned herself up, using her free hand to hold your body down. you breathed out a plea before she was slipping in a second. the movement of your hips stuttered slightly as you adjusted to the intrusion.

purely of her own ego’s sake, natasha wanted to see how long it would take to get you to cum like this. the answer is not long it as doesn’t take much more time before she has you twitching and whining as your first orgasm behinds to build up.

“you gonna cum already?” she asked, you nodded against the pillows. then she was kissing you again, her fingers withdrew back to your clit, moving quicker than they had been. your breathing halts and your body seizes as she pushes you through your orgasm, open palm rubbing your wet exposed cunt. you heard her begin to say something, you assumed it was russian, but you couldn’t pay much attention between your euphoria and the sheets rustling in your ears.

natasha held your face, she watched your hazy eyes blink and your breathing evened. she was kissing you before you could begin to process your orgasm. and then she was touching you again, rolling your thighs back open. your hips instinctively flinched when her thumb slid over your swelling clit and she breathily laughed against you lips. “i’m far from done with you, lyubimaya.”

natasha began traveling down your body, lips ghosting over your skin. when she reached your core, she wasted no time latching on and pulling your clit between her lips softly. you cried out, hand reaching for the back of her head. your fingers curled into the damp hair still tucked in it’s braid. she responded by pulling one of your thighs up over her shoulder, pushing herself impossibly closer to your sopping cunt.

“fuck.” her name died off on your lips as your back arched. she pushed your hips back down, wrapping an arm around your leg. she worked her mouth against you dutifully, alternating between lapping at your fluttering entrance to suckling your sensitive bud between her swollen lips.

it was messy and it was loud. you could almost feel embarrassed to be the source of the noise, but the pleasure rapidly building in your core was enough to make you forget about it.

you hadn’t noticed natasha’s free hand on your abdomen had traveled down to where she began to toy with her own sex. the sheets were providing no friction to where she had been grinding down and she was losing her patience. she moaned loudly against your clit, the sounds buzzing throughout your nerves like wide fire.

you gasped louder, “‘tasha, m’gonna cum.’ you forced out between harsh breaths. natasha hummed in approval, her tongue working faster pushing through your weeping hole. her nose barely nudging the side of your clit before moving to pull it between her teeth lightly. the pressure in you abdomen snapped as you came again.

while you were too fucked out to notice, natasha sat up and stared down at you in awe. she licked her lips, using the back of her hand to wipe the excess before pushing your thigh up and slotting her leg between yours. it almost seemed comical that just 24 hours ago you were barking orders at the avengers personnel and now you probably couldn’t even tell her your right from your left.

natasha watched your breasts rise and drop with your heaving breaths, glimmering with the sweat that had gathered on your skin.

“are you still with me?” natasha joked as your eyes fluttered back into focus. her thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

you nodded with a lazy smile, “don’t think i need cpr,” you breathed in, “sorry i don’t have your avengers level stamina.”

“you don’t really need it because you’re not doing any work.” she joked leaning down, free hand resting over your tit and kissed you. you could taste yourself on her lips as her tongue bullied it’s way into your mouth.

“can you give me one more?” you nodded against her. she pulled herself forward, her wet cunt dragging across your inner thigh to your own. your free hands traveled up her sides to grope at her own breasts as she said something else in russian.

“what are you saying?” you breathed. curiosity finally caving in on you.

“not important.” she gritted out shifting her grip on the fat of you thigh. if she translated what she had said, you may look at her differently. it was by far the most depraved thing she’d ever said ease. you decided that you would let it go for now.

she pulled her hips back before dropping them to grind against your cunt. squealing, you gripped her chest harder as your sensitive clit sent shockwaves through your nerves. she quickly developed a rhythm, which you messily tried to follow. her grip on your thigh tightened as your hips began to squirm and your moans began to get loud.

“fuck,’’ natasha cursed, “you’re already gonna cum again aren’t you?” she breathed looking down at you. you shamelessly nodded with tears gathering on your lashes and hardly breathing.

“go ahead, zolotse, konchit'.” she ordered. and natasha was right, you were so good at following orders.

when your vision blacked out, you were soaking yourself, her and the sheets, squirming to run from the never-ending stimulation. but she didn’t let you escape. her grip on your thigh was unbreakable, core and thigh muscles working to keep you right where she wanted you. as she continued to grind herself down on your gushing cunt your hands scrambled for something to hold onto. her thighs, her hips, the muscles of her forearms. your nails dug crescent moons into her skin, but she paid them no mind as she chased her own high.

you repeated her name like a mantra. nonsensical, not asking her for anything in particular.

“fuck.” natasha could feel the pressure in her core building up, she was close. her hips stuttered against you.

“please,” your voice cracked, the continuation of pleasure prolonged your orgasm, your body trying to run from the friction of natasha’s clit grinding against yours. natasha had slipped into russian, uttering little phrases as her orgasm washed over her. you felt the comforting weight of her body curled forward, her forehead resting against your heaving sternum.

after taking a moment to catch her breath she sat up to look at you.

“you okay?” she asked your hands were over your eyes, breathing heavier than she was. you nodded with a breathy laugh as natasha carefully moved to pull the water bottle off her night table and uncapped it. she greedily took a few sips, partially so it didn’t spill, before handed it to you. you were correct, you didn’t have avenger stamina, between the swim and all that she just put your body though, she was sure you were tired.

“you gonna make it?” she lightly joked. “we still have to make lunch.”

“i need another nap.”

ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ

as soon as f.r.i.d.ay. alerted that natasha had scanned into the outer security gate tony was on his way down to the garage.

“you can’t just kidnap super nanny and go dark.” natasha hopped out of the truck.

“she has personal days tony.” natasha said opening the back hatch and pulling their bags forward. “and i didn’t kidnap anyone, she has free will.”

“free will against the black widow, sounds very joyful.” he rolled his eyes side stepping to keep her in his view.

she turned to him, “besides, why should you care? you were nothing but nasty to her all week.” she opened the passenger door allowing you to climb out.

“to be clear i was not being nasty. i was testing her boundaries.” he turned his face from natasha towards you, “welcome back little miss buzzkill.” tony greeted. you gave him a sarcastic smile as natasha yanked you by your belt loop to hand you your duffle.

his eyes zeroed in on a mark on the junction of your shoulder. with a blink he opened his mouth in shock. natasha smiled.

“okay, well just so we’re clear on this you can knock that off, because her boundaries are now incredibly solid. and i will pull girlfriend rank.”

i got inebriated and forgot to swap the song theme for this fic and another fic i have still on the drafts before i posted part one. ooooops my bad pretend you didn’t notice if you did thank u sorry goodbye

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[lovetei]

hello! I love your work and I wanted to request (if it's possible) the continuation of that ask where the brothers get their backs blown by Dom!MC, I would like to see the same scenario with the undateables instead because that first ask WAS SOO GOOD

I forgot what work this is, how can I forget my own work 😭

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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DIAVOLO

He was busy signing paperworks in his room

Then you suddenly bursted in

You look... Disheveled

Your pupils are blown and your eyes are unfocused

You tried to wave it off, but he can be quiet good at extracting information

Oh, so you ate that.

Fuck

"Nghhh!!~ Ah— Hon!" He has good physique so he thought there would be no problem with helping you solve your...problem. You slapped your palm on his mouth and pounded harder.

"Mhm! Mhmpp!!" he's crying, he's fucking crying. You're abusing his hole so much, it hurts. His large hands gripped the metal bars of his bed, trying to get away just to be pulled back by the hair, "Don't do that, Hon..." You said in such a condescending tone while leaning on his shoulder.

BARBATOS

He's just peacefully cooking in the kitchen when you entered

And started eating every ingredient you find on sight

This is why he told you to not eat anything you see without knowing what it is first...

He felt like a common whore. Laying side ways on the messy counter, clothes still on with his pants just pulled down enough for a quick fuck, like a dirty sex bunny. He gripped the edge of the counter, "Haa~ ah— hic! Slow d-down...!" His tongue was lolled out and drool escaped on the corner of his mouth "Y-You're going to— AUGH!!~ dislocate my hips!!~"

His hands immediately slapped on his mouth as soon as you started ramming harder. With such big cock slammed in his poor hole and your finger pressing so rough on that one spot, cum oozed down his cock and added to the puddle on the floor.

SIMEON

Huh?

Oh no! MC, maybe there's another way.

None, so you bent him over.

"T-This is ugh!!~~ cruel~!" His tongue lolled out in such a lewd way. Your cock plunged deep, and deep and deep in him as you hold him up in the air, legs bent to touch his chest.

"Why are you acting so holy now, angel~" you dropped him on the bed and lifted his hips, just how he likes it. His glasses fell upwards as he let out a moan meant for porn "You like this position right?~"

He nodded feverishly, "Mhm hm!~ The bestt— Ngh!!~~" What a well trained slut.

SOLOMON

Oh this...

This is all too familiar...

He just...

He just got pounded yesterday...

He can't possibly-

"AaAhhh— Can't b-breath! N-Noo—" just as he was clawing at your arm that is tightly wrapped around his neck, your hand pressed on his cock head, blocking his cum from coming out.

He looked at you in disbelief "Y-You won't do that... I... I've been getting punished since yesterday you won't—" as you give his ass a last thrust, right into his prostate. He felt his balls tightening and he arched his back screaming. "Let go! A-Ahh!~ please I'm begging y-yOu!!"

MEPHISTOPHELES

How I-is that supposed to be any of his business.

You ate that because you wanted to!

Yes, he handed it to you! It's not like he knows it has his much effect...

It's pathetic, utterly pathetic how wide he's spreading his legs for you, how hard he's gripping your shoulders for leverage because he's sure he would move away from you from how hard you're pounding him, and that's the least thing he wanted.

"H-Hate me you said! Y-You said you hate me!!~~" He was just pouting nonsense, it's always like this, good dick turns them dumb. He was sobbing, tearing up "I-Is that why— AUGH!~ you're b-bullying me..?!~~"

RAPHAEL

How unfortunate he is to be your target reliever

To be honest, you haven't tainted him as much as the others

So maybe... This is a good chance

He didn't know how you convinced him to wear it, this heavy metal collar and chain leash it's... "Raphael~ where does it hurt? Does it hurt here?" You teased while pointing at his cock.

"J-Just be quick..." He held his cock between his thighs as if protecting it from any further stimulation making you snicker. He then leaned down, his face planted on the pillow. Oh~ he's a fast learner.

THIRTEEN

This is insane

At first, she laughed at you

And then...

She felt the danger

She's moaning so desperately, how unlike of her. "P-Pounding so rough!!~ show some r-respect!" her words are muffled behind the thick blanket she kept her face covered with. "Huuuhh??~" Your tone is degrading as your pace quickened.

"Knowing you're the one who offered your cunt, you sure talk big about respect." you heard her growl making you chuckle as you slap her ass. "You seem to like that blanket so much, you should take it as my gift. I'll—" Pound "Make sure to leave my scent in it."

[newmoonlover009]

Distracted - Charlie Swan

“Just kiss me.”

Charlie Swan x Fem!Reader

Summary - Bella tasks you to keep Charlie distracted as she battles her new "sickness." You do as she says. In more ways than one.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, age gap (reader is 23), lying, subtle angst, quickie, fast-paced, kissing, slight grinding/dry humping, neck kissing, unprotected piv sex, a bit of cock warming, cream pie, the use of the words "cunt" and "cock," and the pet name "baby."

(Let me know if I missed any.)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes. Twilight au—details won’t be accurate to the films or books—they are rewritten to fit the story.

a/n - yippee, my first post on my multi-fandom account. In all honesty, I did not proofread this one shot as thoroughly as I usually do. So, apologies in advance if it seems rushed. Enjoy <3

Truth be told, you know of Bella’s… “condition.” 

Why she entrusts you with her secret—you don’t know. You’ve only known Bella briefly, having moved to Forks just a year before her return. When word spread that she’d be coming home, Charlie asked you personally to become her friend—a mentor of sorts, even. With long hours at the station, Charlie didn’t have the time to hover, even when he really wanted to. 

Bella liked to think Charlie didn’t hover, but he did. Even now. 

“Good morning, Chief Swan!” You yelled from your porch, greeting the Chief like you did every chance you got. The two of you had been neighbors for quite some time now since you moved in right across the street into the smallest house in the neighborhood with your mom.

“Mornin’.” Charlie’s gruff voice carried across the street. Usually, he’d disappear into his lonesome house, and only leave when he was called to the station. This time, however, he paused at his door in thought. You watched curiously as he turned around, immediately locking eyes with you, and cautiously approaching your quaint porch. 

“I hear your daughter is coming to town, Chief. That’s big news.” You offered conversation, still curious as to why he was purposely approaching you. Charlie was a kind man, and sometimes even friendly to outsiders, but he was still closed off. Perhaps it was your age that prompted him to maintain his distance—two decades is a large difference. Younger people probably freaked him out, you figured. 

“Yeah, I’m real excited.” Though, his unenthusiastic tone said otherwise. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk about.”

“Oh, okay.” You remained an open mind, waiting for an elaboration of sorts. “What about?”

“In all honesty, I need you to do me a favor.” His tone was serious, not asking, but rather telling. You would’ve agreed either way. 

“Of course, what’s up?” It seemed as though he struggled to find the words to ask, his brows furrowed as he thought intently. 

“Bella hasn’t lived here since, well, a long time. She visits, sure, but other than that, she doesn’t know anyone here.” That didn’t surprise you, especially since you hadn’t seen her once since living there. What he said next, however, did surprise you. “I need you to keep an eye on her for me. I know it’s a lot to ask, but you’re close in age, right? Maybe you can provide some… input in her life that I can’t.” Well, not quite close in age. She was 17. You were 21. 

“Oh, Chief Swan, I—”

“Charlie.” He corrected you.

“Charlie.” You repeated. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Bella doesn’t know me, and quite frankly, I don’t know her. You do, though.” 

“Please?” He looked defeated—embarrassed that he had to enlist the help of his neighbor to welcome his teenage daughter. After seeing the silently begging look on his face, you couldn’t say no.

So, when she called you once the plane landed, returning from her short-lived honeymoon with Edward, your vision blurred and hearing rang as she whimpered the words “vampire” and “pregnant.” She informed you that tensions were high between the Cullens; debating whether she should keep it or… “get rid of it.” Alice, Edward, and Jacob strongly advocated for the latter. You, however, only knew that Bella needed a friend.

It kills you to keep a secret of this magnitude from Charlie—who’s been pacing back and forth since you arrived. Bella asked you to keep an eye on him—a trend in the Swan family, it seems—and to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t drive to the Cullen house himself and demand answers. 

“Charlie, please—”

“What do you mean I can’t see her? Is she okay?” His tone is frantic; worried. 

“She’s fine. She just contracted a virus and didn’t want to worry you. Clearly, it’s not working.”

“So why can’t she call me? Why are you the one telling me?” Because he’ll know something is wrong by the sound of her voice. 

“Because she wanted the information given in person. She thought you deserved more than a phone call.” You deserve the truth, you think to yourself, but you’ve made a promise to Bella.

“Where’s this medical facility? I’ll go there myself–” There is no medical facility. She’s shacked up at the Cullen house just miles away. 

“No, Charlie, you can’t. She didn’t even tell me, so there’s no way of you knowing.” You hate how the lies roll off your tongue with ease. He huffs in frustration at your answer, finally taking a seat on the couch while you stand just feet away in front of the television. Sorrow settles like a brick in your gut, so you sit in the empty spot just beside him, your hand landing on his shoulder to offer support. “I’m really sorry, Charlie, but you know she’s in the best hands. Edward–or Carlisle–won’t let anything bad happen to her.” 

“I know…” His voice trails off, uncertainty clear in his tone. He knows you’re right, but you also know that the protective dad in him can’t sit idly by. Your heart aches to see the way his eyes glaze over, his brows in a perpetual frown since Bella left for her honeymoon. The poor man hasn’t been the same since the wedding. 

His house is empty again and his routine has fallen back into what it was before she came home; working every chance he gets and ordering takeout every night. His incessant sullen gaze has returned; his eyes are no longer softer like they were when Bella was here. You feel her absence as well. The house is eerily quiet–colder than usual–and the smaller things that accumulated in their shared spaces have been packed away and moved. Alice took the liberty of packing Bella’s things. 

Your relationship–or rather acquaintance–with Charlie has nearly withered since her departure. There’s no need to speak to him unless it’s to relay a message, like the unfortunate one you’re delivering now. Still, you greet him with a good morning, afternoon, and evening when you see him; which is rare. You quite enjoyed being a part of Charlie’s life, even if it was through Bella, and you felt as though you had finally cracked the man who would hardly speak to you since you moved in. 

“She’ll be okay. I promise.” It’s a stupid promise to make when you’re unsure of the outcome yourself. 

“I guess you’re right.” He lets out a heavy sigh, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his face falling into his hands. 

You gently nod to yourself, taking that as your sign to leave. You’ve done all that you can at the moment; told him of Bella’s “sickness,” given him peace of mind, and ensured that he wouldn’t attempt to see her in person. All things Bella instructed you to do. You feel terrible knowing Charlie’s original plan was for you to watch over Bella, and now it’s been completely flipped in the opposite direction. 

“I should get going.” You announce, patting his shoulder and grabbing his attention once more. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything else from her.”

Charlie nods, his warm eyes finding yours. He lifts himself from the couch with a gentle huff and stands to walk you to the door, as he always does. As you mirror his movements, the two of you face each other, subtle awkwardness creeping into the space between you. He’s decently taller than you, forcing your head to tilt back as you match his gaze. His eyes are masking a million different emotions, just screaming to be let out, so you provide the only form of comfort you can think of. Lifting your arms from your sides to reach toward him, his watchful eyes observe your actions as you lazily wrap them around his waist. 

His body freezes, stunned by your affection, as you rest your head against his broad chest. Your cheek lays against his cotton T-shirt, saturated in his warm scent—woodsy, cinnamon, and smoky–as if he had just built a fire to combat the slowly approaching frost. A beat passes before you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders, his head craning down to rest his scruffed cheek on the top of your head. His heart is pounding in his chest, the muffled sound knocking against your ear. As if to absorb his hurt, you hug him more firmly, your hands interlocking behind him as you adjust your grip. 

“Thank you for coming over.” His defeated voice finally speaks above you, and a hand soothingly rubs your shoulder. “It was nice seeing you again.” 

The feeling's mutual. The last real conversation you had with him was the wedding night. It hurt your feelings a bit; further confirming that Charlie was only interested in talking to you about Bella, nothing more. Sure, that was the deal, but you had hoped for more. Whatever “more” was, you still aren’t sure.

“Of course.” You breathe out, leaning back to look up at him, your arms still wrapped around him. “I hope to see you again soon. Under better circumstances.” 

“Me too.” He lets out a defeated chuckle, the humor absent. “Let me walk you out.”

Although, neither of you moves. His hands stay spread on the expanse of your back as his conflicted gaze bores into yours. An unspoken magnetic pull lures you to him, his eyes locking yours in a curious trance. Your stomach flips when he swiftly leans in, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. Mere milliseconds pass before his lips are ripped away; just as quickly as they had come. 

Your eyes widen and the grip you have on him releases as you take a precautionary step back. Jaw falling slack, your lips part in utter shock, and your eyes blink rapidly as if you’re in a haze. Your face has surely turned crimson, the heat creeping up your neck and settling in the peaks of your cheeks. The look on his face, however, is just as shocked as you are–like he couldn’t believe he did that. He looks… ashamed. It’s almost visible on his face–the way his thoughts race–his voice catching in his throat as if to offer an explanation. 

“Charlie…” 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–” 

“Kiss me again.” You rush out, “Please.”

“Are you sure–”

“Just kiss me.” You nearly groan. Unable to wait a moment longer, you step forward to close the short distance between you two, your arms finding their way around his neck and feet standing on their tippy-toes. Your lips crash onto his, your eyes fluttering close as his hands snake around your waist, desperately gripping at your clothed skin. A low hum purrs from his throat while he deepens the kiss, dipping his head lower to accommodate you and satisfy his fast-growing hunger. His mustache and the stubble on his chin rub against you, adding to the pleasurable sensation pooling in your gut. 

This was not what you intended when you were tasked with keeping him distracted, but you can’t find a part of you willing to stop. Not when he pulls you in closer by the waist, his fingers digging deeper into your heated flesh, grasping at you so you can’t pull away–like you ever would.

Taking the initiative, your tongue darts from your parted lips, swiping along his bottom lip and eliciting a groan from Charlie. The sound is like music to your ears, only fueling you further when your hands find his loose waves, gripping gently and tugging at the roots. Following your lead, his tongue combats yours, invading your senses with his taste, his smell, him. 

Without breaking the persisting kiss, Charlie moves you both and pulls you with him as he lands on the couch in a seated position. Instinctually, your legs straddle him–your skirt lifting and bunching at your hips–and you finally lean away from him to catch your breath, your chest heaving in response. Through parted lips, Charlie lets out quick huffs, his back slowly leaning against the couch to allow his eyes to rake over your appearance; flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and hooded eyes that silently beg for more. 

The sight of him is ungodly; sitting man-spread, hands now lazily resting against your hips, and eyes that flood with lust–the chocolatey irises being swallowed by dilated pupils. You need more of him.

Slouching slightly, you lean into him as your lips connect with his neck, leaving sloppy open-mouth kisses along the sensitive skin. His head tilts to the side to grant better access as a strained noise collects on the tip of his tongue. Your hips absently move against him and a surprised sound comes from you when the bulge of his jeans lines up with your aching core. The dull sensation urges you to seek more friction, making Charlie’s hands grip your hips to assist in your efforts. 

Soft, satisfied sighs brush past your lips as you continue your work on his exposed neck, pulling small grunts from him and subtle jerks of his hips. 

“Are you sure you want this?” His drawn voice calls to you, letting you know you can stop while you’re ahead. The thing is, you don’t want to. 

“So sure.” You mumble against his skin. “Are you?” Asking sincerely, you stop what you’re doing to catch his gaze.

He only nods, his eyes darting to your lips and hands absently squeezing, encouraging you to continue. Slowly, you roll your hips against him, building the previous friction back up. The feeling is deliciously teasing, only reaching a certain level of fulfillment before it becomes unbearable. You hold his line of sight, watching as his face gently contorts into a frustrated frown, needing more as much as you do. His brows furrow, creasing the skin between them, and a low grumble gathers in his chest as his legs shift restlessly beneath you.

Releasing your grip from his hair, your hands lay flat as they palm at his shoulders, spread across his chest, and travel down his abdomen, pausing just above the waistband of his jeans. You halt your hip movements, letting your fingers tease at the zipper before asking, “Can I?”

“Please.” 

It’s the only word he can muster before you undo the zipper at a tantalizing pace, the soft noise only adding to the fluttering feeling gathering in your lower belly. You quickly unfasten the jeans button, folding the rough denim fabric over to expose his boxers beneath. His jaw clenches when you tug the waistband of his jeans down just enough to reach into the stretchy material and firmly grip him. His stomach visibly tightens through his shirt, a low grunt exiting with a shaky breath as you free his hardened cock. Impressive.

Your closed fist works up and down his length a few times, admiring the way precum leaks from the reddened tip, pouring over onto your hand. Charlie struggles to show restraint as his hips shift upward to match your rhythm. You’re eager as well, feeling wetness gather and soak into the cotton fabric of your underwear. 

Impatience gets the better of you when you release him, smirking at the sound of protest from him as your hands find the bottom hem of your skirt and tug the clothing item upward to gather around your waist. His mouth clamps shut when your soaked underwear comes into view, exposing the absolute arousal he elicits from you. Usually, you’d opt for more foreplay, but you need him–you need him now. 

Unwilling to waste time, you pull your underwear to the side, using your other hand to grasp Charlie once more. With a little maneuvering, you scoot closer to him, lifting yourself slightly to align him with your cunt. He sucks in a sharp breath when you run the tip through your velvety folds, gathering every ounce of arousal before stopping at your dripping entrance. 

Slowly, you lower yourself, allowing your hips to sink onto him and inch his way into you. Neither of you dares to breathe as your walls stretch around him, welcoming him and swallowing every inch until you’ve sunken completely. Both of you gasp–for air, and because of the way his cock twitches and your walls squeeze around him. He’s filled you entirely and you bite back the moan that begs to release. Without even moving, the feeling itself is euphoric. 

“I need a minute.” He admits, his voice gravelly and forcing self-control.

“Me too.” You breathe out, your hands resting against his waist for support. 

Staying put, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a leisurely kiss. The moments leading up to this one have gone by in a blur, having happened so fast. You savor him, enjoying the way he can’t control the soft groans you swallow as your lips work against his, your walls pulsing in response. 

Your hands travel from below you, your fingertips ghosting over his lower stomach, his ribs, and his chest before settling on the sides of his face. His stubble scratches the surface of your palms as you deepen the kiss, humming in satisfaction when he invades your mouth with his tongue. Growing impatient, you feel Charlie’s hands grip tighter, urging you to lift your hips. 

The kiss is unbreaking as you follow his lead, letting him raise your hips and pull you back down onto his length. You moan into his mouth as he repeats this action a few more times before you decide to take over. Heavy breaths blow through his nose as you speed up, creating a steady rhythm that satisfies the both of you. You’re unsure how long you’ll last given the coil that’s been wound up tight since grinding against him fully clothed, which technically, you still are.

With your breath picking up, you break the kiss to focus solely on lifting and lowering your hips. The pace is growing quicker, and you notice Charlie’s hips moving to match your efforts. Resting your forehead against his, you lock eyes as you allow an uncontrollable string of moans to push past your plump lips, your eyebrows scrunching in pure pleasure. 

“I’m so close.” You confess, feeling your walls flutter around him in that familiar rhythmic pattern. 

“Keep going, baby.” His encouragement and use of the pet name through clenched teeth signals that his climax is nearing as well. 

Preserving energy and seeking release, you grind your hips instead, and you nearly cry out when your swollen clit rubs against him. It’s enough to bring you to the edge, your climax teetering and waiting to be pushed over. With a few more passes of your grinding hips, it doesn’t take long, and your head flies back to let out a drawn-out moan. 

“Oh god, Charlie.” Your voice points to the ceiling as your eyes squeeze shut, your hips sputtering against him. Your cunt pulses frantically around him as you continue your movements, riding out your crashing orgasm and urging Charlie to do the same. 

From the force of your climax, Charlie isn’t far behind. His name leaves your lips in an exasperated whimper, being repeated like a mantra. When your head falls forward, and your spent stare captures his, it’s enough to send him over the edge. With a choked groan, you feel his cock twitch inside you, coating your walls with hot cum as he stares deeply into you. Determined to wring out his orgasm, your hips move languidly despite the overwhelming sensation it creates for you, watching as his stomach flexes sporadically. 

He lets out a choked noise when he’s finished, the grip on your hips loosening and prompting you to slow to a stop. The mixture of your releases drips out of you, pooling at the base of his cock. Both of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving in harmony as your eyes bore into each other. 

You expect a feeling of regret to wash over you, but it never comes. 

Instead, Charlie’s hands slide to your waist and pull you closer, his lips peppering gentle kisses along your jaw, hairline, and lips. He reaches over beside him, grabbing a flannel he left draped over the back of the couch. Carefully, he drapes the patterned material over your shoulders, and your hands drop from his face, letting you lean forward and rest your head against his chest. You aren’t necessarily cold, but having shared an intimate moment with him, Charlie feels the need to cover you–to make you feel less exposed and to provide care.

“We should get cleaned up.” You mumble against him, feeling him soften inside of you.

“Okay…” His voice trails off, as if deep in thought. A beat passes before he speaks again, his gruff voice rumbling against your cheek from deep within his chest. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

You smile, genuinely in what feels like forever, “I’d love to.”

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[kurokawaia]

Hi, I read your story, where the kids are rude to mom (the kids of Bakugou, Dabi and Hawks) how do the kids react if their mom decides to ignore them as punishment?

AFTERMATH OF YELLING AT YOUR MAMA!

⋆·˚ ༘ * FEATURING :: Bakugou Katsuki, Hawks, Dabi - (separately)

⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: none really, bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, second pov, reader is a mother, kids have a little bit of attitude, kids are around 5-8 years of age, slight spoilers for dabi! I don't condone ignoring your children, please don't, + more? MINI DRABBLES.

DABI

Well, you and Dabi's son is a carbon copy of his father, so he acts the same when being given the silent treatment only less touchy (obviously da faq) The first stage is acting like he doesn't care, he will cross his arms letting out a grumpy huff while rolling his eyes, "Whatever, I don't need to talk to you anyways," is what your son will say, but, after a few hours he starts to feel a little weird. His mum isn't nagging, isn't scolding, isn't even looking at him and it feels so wrong because you always give him attention whether he wants it or not.

The second stage will be when he starts to get annoyed at not receiving any attention, he will trail behind you, definitely gets extra moody (shocker where he got that from) he will go around kicking random toys, furniture and overexaggerated sighs. This happens all until he hugs the back of your legs and mumbles, "I'm sorry I was mean, Mum. Can you talk to me again?" looking as far as you can behind you all you could do was regret ignoring him because of how dilated his cyan eyes were, having his lips in a sad pout and a sheen of tears glazed over his eyes.

HAWKS

Hawks’ kid can’t handle the silent treatment, because she is as needy as her father when it comes to attention. The moment she realizes you’re ignoring them, their brain starts spiraling because you usually just forgive her but Hawks suggested a different strategy. There is no phase one with her, she immediately tries to fix it with begs of your name and tugging at your shirt and a big pout on her face (something she learnt from Keigo). Due to you being used to Keigo's antics, you don't fold, then she goes running to her daddy, her head meeting at his lap as she sulks.

"Mummy is going to hate me forever," she mumbles in an overdramatic tone. The only thinks Keigo could do was laugh because he finds his daughter truly fascinating sometimes. "Sure she will, sweetheart."

BAKUGOU

At first, Bakugou’s kid scoffs, you gonna ignore him? Yeah, he's ignoring you too. He will let out the most dramatic huff and cross his arms and poke his tongue out at you and in the most unconvincing voice he will say, "Like I care!" Ti which, you have to force down a laugh that was about to slip out before Katsuki nudged your arm, making sure you don't break character. Although, just like his father, he will make every attempt to make you jealous and it's honestly the pettiest and funniest thing you will ever experience. Your son will say how much he needs his daddy's help right in front of you and Katsuki has to force down his laugh as well because you both know what he's doing.

Then a few hours pass and then he starts to finally let it sink in and then he becomes frustrated and here comes when he stomps up to you while your doing your skincare with Katsuki. "Yell at me, Mum!" he would pout and you were confused at what he was getting at before you let out a soft laugh, bending down to wrap your arms around your sweet boy and he does the same without any embarrassment.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

honey's a/note: hope you enjoyed, this hasn't been proof read so there might be a few grammar and spelling mistakes ^^

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[qiyutism]

"you became quiet all of a sudden. i'm not used to it."

summary: you had been working late, night after night for weeks now. you don't answer his calls, you give clearly rushed, short responses to his texts. you haven't even stopped by his studio in god knows how long. rafayel cant stand the lack of attention. can't stand being ignored. forgotten. abandoned. 

had the bond your two souls share lost all meaning to you? 

word count: 3,283 words

content warnings: angst with a happy ending. mentions/fear of abandonment. kissing and implied sex (if you wanna interpret it that way?) but no actual smut.

author's note: this is my first time writing a fic on tumblr! umm this is barely proofread because i'm sleepy asf so apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes, if i notice any i'll go back and edit them. but yeah, this was all mainly inspired by my own headcanons about rafayel's character and by the in-game dialogue below! please let me know what you think and maybe i'll write more in the future :)

tags: @m00nchildwrites @ghoulishnero <3 !!

heart dividers by @/cafekitsune!

the rain poured down like a waterfall, heavy raindrops hitting against your umbrella as you rushed to your apartment building. it was late at night, with the only thing illuminating the sidewalk at this hour being the flickering street lights and occasional blinding lightning from the storm. 

after sprinting your way through the rain, you finally made it safely inside your apartment building. trying to regain your composure you paused for a moment, breath heavy with sheer exhaustion as you closed your dripping umbrella.

you sluggishly began your way to the elevators, wet shoes squeaking along the floors and echoing throughout the quiet lobby. pressing the button to go up, you then stepped back and waited only a few seconds before the elevator doors opened in front of you. 

you were thankful that no one else was inside as you pressed your floor number and leaned against the cold wall, closing your eyes and letting out a loud sigh you didn't even know you had been holding in. you remained still, letting your mind and body rest, even for just a moment, before the ding of the elevator brought you back into your body. 

you stand up straight and make your way to your apartment door, fishing your keys out of your purse as you get closer. you turn the key in the knob and open the door, quickly ridding yourself of your shoes and almost throwing the rest of your things to the ground. you'll worry about that later.

but right now, you were so incredibly tired.

every muscle in your body ached after weeks of training and battling wanderers nonstop. your head was pounding, as if there was someone inside your head repeatedly beating against your skull. 

work had been pushing you especially hard lately, with a sudden increase in wanderer appearances causing hunters in various departments to be stationed around the city to protect citizens, and hopefully find a lead as to what triggered this influx in the first place. over the past month, you had been stationed in several different places around linkon, ordered to eliminate any potential threats to the area and investigate for any clues on what could be causing this.

and even when you weren't stationed out to be constantly battling wanderers, you were at headquarters sorting through mountains and mountains of paperwork. for hours on end, you would do nothing but read and catch up on previous investigations or potential leads that would explain the uptick in wanderers. 

and yet, you nor anyone else in your department had seemed to uncover anything.

and for the past few weeks, the stress, skipping meals, and losing sleep had finally begun to catch up to you. when you would eventually be let off work and allowed to go home, you completely shut down. even your closest friends hadn't heard from you in who knows how long. you were always too fatigued to do anything but sleep the moment you stepped through your front door.

even rafayel suffered as a result.

you'll admit, despite everything, you still tried your damn best to reply to his texts and answer his calls when you could. but the frequency of which you two communicated had still been heavily impacted. sometimes, the best you could manage was only a short reply, if only to let him know that you were still alive and breathing at the very least. you hadn't even had the energy (or the time) to pop by his house for a visit. 

realizing how bad things had gotten thanks to this increase of demands from work, how horribly you had been neglecting your physical and mental health, how badly you've been neglecting your friendships and relationship, you decided to finally reach out and request for some desperately needed time off. that's all you needed, was time.

some time to sleep in late and be able to wake up and have a calm, slow morning. some time to take a long, hot, relaxing bath to soak the stress and strain out of your poor muscles. some time to eat a big, filling, home cooked meal, a luxury you hadn't allowed yourself lately and instead opting for the convenience of take out meals or junk food snacks and sweets. 

you needed time to go over to rafayel's studio and profusely apologize for how distant you had been. 

with your thoughts circling back to rafayel yet again, you thought you should check your phone and see if he had sent you his usual stream of texts messages throughout the day. sprawled out across your bed, you slowly reach into your back pocket for your phone and check your notifications for the first time all day. 

among the usual system notifications and messages and calls from friends, there was only one person you cared about and were specifically looking for.

30+ unread texts and 10 missed calls just from rafayel alone. you could swear you felt your heart physically break into a million pieces inside your chest seeing the sweet, playful messages slowly turn despondent and sorrowful as the day went on.

goooood morning cutie ♡ i finished another painting last night, reddie thinks u should totallyyy come over later and check it out :P

i went out to the beach today and collected some seashells to make some new paints. i think the hues will be perfect for an old piece i was working on

the hermit crabs outside have begun asking where u've been lately :/ 

miss bodyguarddd where are uuu :( 

you're being quiet again today ... 

cutie??

*missed call*

*missed call*

*missed video call*

you stare at the screen for a while, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as guilt digs its claws into your heart. you feel like a horrible partner, with work straining you mentally and physically, you've barely had the time or energy to even talk to your own boyfriend? of all people?

you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts as your fingers begin tapping the screen. you're not even completely aware of what exactly you're saying, all you know is that you need to make it up to him.

you have to see him.

your body feels heavy like a sack of bricks, its past midnight, and the storm outside is only just starting to let up. but looking back at this past month, you realize how much you've pretty much neglected rafayel. barely replying to his texts, and if you do its something sent in a fatigued, half-functioning state. you haven't had the time to answer his calls, not wanting him to see you so disheveled and almost on the brink of passing out at work. you damn sure haven't been able to visit his studio with how busy work has kept you. 

mustering every last bit of strength in your body, you slowly make your way out of bed and into the shower. you need to at least wash off the day's stress from your body before heading over to his house. though it's nothing compared to soaking in a nice bath, the scalding hot water still does wonders for your body and you certainly feel more refreshed than before. 

you slip on some comfortable clothes, just some sweatpants and a hoodie, before putting your shoes on and grabbing your purse from where you left it when you first entered. locking the door behind you, you begin your journey to rafayel's home, on a mission. 

you check your phone again, every bone in your body hoping rafayel was even still awake and had replied to your text from before. usually he stays up late, either soaking in his bathtub or pulling an all-nighter on a painting project. so it's a little disheartening when you glance at your phone and see no new notifications from him. this doesn't deter you from your newfound mission, but it does plant a seed of worry that buries its roots deep within your chest.

the rain had thankfully seemed to have briefly paused by the time you arrive at your destination. you stand in front of the gate to mo art studio, that seed of worry already branching out and stretching through your entire body like a full grown tree.

still no text or call from rafayel.

you stand still, frozen in place by a heavy veil of doubt and ...

... fear?

will any amount of groveling and apologizing possibly fix what i've done? fix the pain i've caused him? 

you notice your breathing start to grow louder and faster and try your best to calm yourself back down. 

you were already here now. there's no going back.

you force yourself to push the gate open, stepping on the stone path towards the front door of his home. you stand there for another moment and decide to knock first.

*knock knock knock*

no answer.

*knock knock knock*

still no answer.

*knock knock knock knock knock knock*

silence.

taking a deep breath, you reach inside your purse and pull out the key rafayel had given you long ago when you two had first met. with shaky hands you insert the key, slowly and quietly letting yourself in. 

your eyes almost bulge right out of their sockets at the sight of what you had just walked into.

the living room was a complete mess, as if a hurricane had came and swept through the whole place. paint tubes lay scattered around, various colors leaking from them onto the floor in streaks. paint brushes look like they were thrown against the wall, all laid on the floor in a pile under a big splat of paint made on the wall. canvases, some big or small, some blank or with a few strokes of paints struck across them, lay on the ground in several pieces, as if a wanderer had came and ripped them to shreds. the entire place just look completely unkempt and almost abandoned. 

the only source of light allowing you to see anything was the glow of the moon shining through the open windows, faint wind blowing the loose sheer curtains inwards. 

"rafayel?" you whisper, unsure if he's even awake or here at all. 

you walk through the house, trying your best to remain quiet. as you continue on, you notice that it seems like some paint brushes and canvases and even parts of the walls have been burned? you reach your hand out to touch the scorched pieces, bits of ash and soot marking your fingers black.

this means rafayel was definitely here, but just what the hell happened?

you carefully step over and around all the mess, making your way through the home when you hear what you think is someone ... mumbling?

sounds like it's coming from his bedroom.

the door to his bedroom is slightly ajar, and before you make your presence known, you lean in and try to hear what's going on inside. 

"she's gone. she's never coming back, and it's all my fault."

you immediately recognize the voice, and it's as if your heart was just ripped out of your chest and ripped to shreds.

"was i too clingy? did she feel suffocated by me? did i take my teasing too far? god, i fucked it up again, i can't lose her ..."

you feel tears start to pool in your eyes again, only this time its impossible to stop them from falling. one after another, the more you hear him spew on about what he must have done to drive you away, the more the tears flow down your cheeks like rivers. 

in the midst of your breakdown, before you even realize, you instinctively let out a light sniffle. you were quiet, but the silence of the rest of the house only echoed the small sound even more. you heard what sounded like blankets shift before a small, weak voice spoke out.

"is someone there?" he mutters, his voice slightly shaky as if he had been crying as well.

you close your eyes and inhale, a sorry attempt to pull yourself together, knowing you had been caught. you slowly push the door open with a creak and reveal yourself to see rafayel, buried so deep under the covers that only his peeking head is visible. his hair is completely unkempt, as if he hasn't bothered to maintain it in who knows how long. as you slowly step closer you see his tear stained cheeks, the sight tugging at your heartstrings. 

he looks like a shell of the rafayel you've always known. the rafayel you've known always had a mischievous grin on his face, like he had a trick up his sleeve waiting for you. the rafayel you've known always had a certain light, or twinkle in his eyes that brought him to life. the rafayel you've known always carried himself in a somewhat carefree and lackadaisical manner that made him honestly quite the joy to be around.

the rafayel cocooned in bed in front of you has lost that playful grin. his eyes as dark as the deep sea, and his carefree attitude has been replaced by a thick air around him akin to mourning. 

you stand there, inches away from the bed, the two of you remaining in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

rafayel locked his eyes on you, a mixture of emotions evident in his eyes that he didn't even bother to try and hide. hurt, pain, disbelief, devotion. you could tell even he didn't know what exactly he was feeling right now. so you decided to take this moment of silence to speak first.

“rafayel i–”

you stopped, but your mouth remained opened, as if you were waiting for the rest of your words to load in your brain. and when they didn't, you could only find yourself beginning to sob yet again. your legs felt too weak to support you anymore, your entire body completely overcome with emotion as you sunk to the floor. you held your head in your hands as you simply let your tears flow like a faucet.

“rafayel i’m so sorry!” you began, shoulders rising and falling as you continued weeping.

“i got completely overwhelmed with work lately and everything has just been so stressful! i barely eat and i barely sleep anymore because work has kept me so busy and i’ve just been so tired every day!” you cry out, spilling your emotions out like a dam burst.

you paused for a quick moment just to catch your breath, the tears still not stopping.

“i’ve been wrapped up with work and haven't been able to be here for you and you have every right to be furious with me but please believe me rafayel, you’ve done nothing and could never do anything to ever make me hate you!” 

you’re practically yelling at this point, trying your best to sound as sincere and truthful as possible to get him to believe you. you just can't stand to see him like this, it pains you to see the one person you love the most in this world convinced so deeply that you’ve fallen out of love with him.

when that's the absolute farthest thing from the truth.

you both sit in a tense silence for a few moments, your words repeating over and over again in rafayel’s mind. minutes pass and your sobbing finally seems to be coming to an end as you wipe your eyes with your damp hoodie sleeves.

the sound of your sniffles and choked, shaky breaths are muffled by the sound of blankets shifting around on the bed from above. you look up and watch as rafayel joins you on the floor, sitting only an arm’s length in front of you. 

“do you still love me?” he whispers, so softly as if someone else could be listening in on you. 

“with all my heart, rafayel.” you respond without a second thought, looking him directly in his eyes. 

he takes a moment to gather his thoughts, looking off into the distance of the room as he then continues speaking.

“this past month, you became quiet all of a sudden. i’m not used to it. you stopped replying to my texts, stopped answering my calls. you wouldn't even come over to see me anymore. i thought i had done something wrong, that i must have hurt you. i really thought i had lost you, forever.”

his words grow softer and softer as he continues, almost fading out towards the end. he’s still unable to look you in the eyes as he attempts to put all of his racing thoughts into coherent sentences.

“i’m terrified of you losing you. of being abandoned by you.” he finally makes direct eye contact. “even the thought of it is enough to make me sick. when that terrifying thought seemed like it was becoming my reality, i lost control.” 

you remember the current state that his home and studio is in. the paint splattered all across the floors and walls, paintbrushes thrown across the room, scorched pieces of the walls from his fire evol. he really did lose himself, because he thought i had left him for good.

he grows quiet again, fading out the last part of his sentence, but you’re latched onto his every word like a man dying of thirst reaching for water. you hear every word that leaves his mouth, as much as it still pains you to hear. it hurts you to hear just how horrible he’d felt this entire time.

you slowly reach for his hand, giving him time to reject your touch if he wasn't ready. 

but he doesn't.

you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and feeling the warmth from his palm envelop yours. he looks at you, the numerous emotions displayed in his eyes slowly melting into one.

love.

“rafayel, you will never lose me. and i promise you that. i’m yours, in this lifetime and the next. forever.”

the two of you remain still, hands intertwined, eyes locked on one another. rafayel is the first to move.

he lets go of your hand, instead moving both of his to cup your face and watches as shock momentarily washes over your face. you swear you see a glimpse of that mischievous grin return to his face before he leans in and locks his lips on yours.

you’re briefly caught off guard, but you quickly come to your senses and return the kiss with everything you have in you. your hands find their way to his hair, gripping it tightly and earning the tiniest of moans from his mouth.

time seems to stop as the two of you bask in each other's embrace. you're the first to pull away, only for the sole reason of needing air to continue the kiss. 

as you breathe air back into your lungs, rafayel speaks, voice low and soft.

“tell me you love me.”

a small smile finds its way on your face, happy to do anything he asks for.

“i love you rafayel.” you say, planting a kiss on the mole under his eye.

you can tell that a light blush creeps its way onto his face, even in the dim moonlight that intrudes through his large bedroom windows.

“say it again.” he says, voice still low as a whisper.

“i love you rafayel.” you plant another kiss on the right on his nose, watching his blush intensify even more.

finally, he reconnects his lips with yours yet again, this time pulling you close into his lap, wanting to feel your body close and pressed up against his. 

and when he kisses you, he devotes the entire ocean to his beloved. 

[hoe-days]

OKAY HERE WE GO

Y’all this is 3+ years of not writing fanfiction and pent up thoughts I am so sorry

(Also mind any spelling or grammar mistakes I am on 30 minutes of sleep and it’s 2AM)

(Senku x Smart! F! Reader SMUT)

——————

‘Frustrated’

‘Unfocused’

‘Pent up’

‘Math.’

‘Math…?’

‘That’s right. I need to focus.’ But how could she focus on this equation like this. She’s been pent up for ages. There’s not really any time for intimacy when you’re building the new world.

(Y/N) sighs as she puts her mind back on the equation before her. The team is on the brink of a break through, she can’t falter now.

Wrong.

“Huh?”

“That’s wrong.” She turns her body to look over at her lover. Senku gazes at their makeshift chalk board with his head tilted to the side.

“Not like you to make that kind of mistake. Pulled an all nighter?”

“No- Well, yes. I did, but that’s not what’s wrong. I’m fine.”

Senku watches as she corrects her mistake, getting any little detail wrong can crumble everything. They both know that. But they’ve been working nonstop since they broke free of the stone, their efficiency doubled once they found each other in the stone world.

She puts her chalk down, rubbing her aching eyes. “I’m gonna call it a night. Can’t utilize my brain if it’s half dead.” Senku nods, understanding the feeling.

“T’s cool. I’ll take over,” He assures. She gives him a small kiss to the cheek before leaving the lab, heading to her sleeping quarters.

———

“Left over materials are a life saver. Had just enough Methyl Chloride to create a mold…”

(Y/N) smiles at her little “side project”. She carefully places the small motor into the silicone tube she made.

“First vibrator of the stone age. Hilarious.”

She chuckles to herself as she delicately adjusts the wiring.

“Done!”, She allows the hot glue she whipped up to cool before testing out her creation, she twists the dial and it hums to life.

“Science my love thou hast never failed me.”

She stands to go over to her cot when she hears shuffling outside the door. There’s a shadow at the door. Shit.

She scrambles to turn off the machine and lock it back away in the small chest she made for it.

The door opens just as she locks the latch.

“You’re still awake?”, Senku stands in the doorway, holding some papers.

“Yeah, I was just working on a side project.”

Senku raises an eyebrow, “Oh? Like what.”

She averts her gaze. “Confidential.”

“Ya. Okay.” He chuckles as he rolls his eyes.

She slides the chest under her cot and walks over to him. “Need something?”

“Just wanted you to double check me.

“You’re a smart, grown ass man.”

“And?”

She shoots him a teasing smile as they both sit on her bed, checking over his calculations together. It may seem odd, but it’s their love language.

———

Sadly, (Y/N) fell asleep midway through their calculation session, she never even got to try her toy, how tragic. The next day comes and she’s more irritable than before.

Senku had a sneaking suspicion something was going on. He wants to get to the bottom of it immediately, whatever is happening is hindering their progress.

While walking to check on (Y/N) during her break from working he catches her right as she’s storming out of her room in a huff, heading towards a loud crash a little ways away. It’s always something.

Before he can follow he hears something curious from their room. Buzzing. Senku’s curiosity gets the best of him as he peaks in, immediately spotting the toy on the cot

“Oh. So that’s what this is all about.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Guess I haven’t been the most attentive boyfriend, huh. Let’s nip this in the bud then.”

He smirks as he turns off the toy, tucking it away in his pocket before leaving the room.

——

(This next part is absolutely freaked out. You were warned)

Panic.

“No, no, no, this is NOT happening.”

She can’t find it. This is awful. Did it roll under something? She frantically opens the drawers at her makeshift desk.

Senku watches from the door, an evil smirk painting his face as (Y/N) searches for her toy, her face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. He chuckles, enjoying the the scene before him. "Looking for this?" he asks teasingly, holding up the vibrator and letting it buzz loudly in his hand.

(Y/N) freezes, her face burning with humiliation as she slowly turns to face Senku. "Give that back to me," she demands, trying to snatch it from his grasp. But Senku quickly moves it out of her reach, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Not so fast," he chuckles, backing away and examining the object with intrigue. “Interesting side project.”

(Y/N) crosses her arms, glaring at him as she tries to maintain some semblance of dignity despite her mortification. "It's not what you think," she snaps. "…Okay maybe it is. I just... I needed a release, okay? And there aren't exactly sex shops in the stone age."

Senku's grin widens, and he takes a step closer to her, one hand still holding the vibrator behind his back while the other reaches out to trail his fingers along her arm. "I’m a bit offended you didn’t come to me directly, but I can’t say I don’t find that innovative mind of yours exhilarating," he murmurs. "

“You are really annoying, you know that-”

Senku silences her with a searing kiss, his lips claiming hers with a passion that steals her breath away as he walks her back against the desk. She melts into him, their bodies molding into each other as the vibrator begins to buzz softly against her inner thigh. (Y/N) gasps into his mouth, her hips jerking slightly at the unexpected sensation.

Emboldened, Senku slides the toy higher, rubbing it along the damp fabric covering her most intimate area. He swallows her whimpers and moans, his tongue delving deep to taste her as he grinds his semi hard cock against her.

Without breaking the kiss, Senku pushes her papers and tools aside to a safe distance as (Y/N) stands on her toes to get up onto the desk. Senku pushes her thighs apart to step between them. His hand slides underneath her dress, caressing her thighs.

"Let's see what this thing can really do," Senku hums, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and tugging them down. (Y/N) lifts her hips, allowing him to strip them off completely and toss them aside. She shudders at the cool air, Senku doesn’t give her any time to relish the feeling though. He presses the vibrator directly onto her clit.

(Y/N) cries out, her head falling back and her fingers searching for anything to grab behind her on the desk. "Ah! Senku, fuck! It's too much!"

“Too much? You’re the one that gave it so much power. I’d figured you could handle it.”

He leans down, kissing the petrification marks on her skin as he applies a bit more pressure.

“Stop being a dick..” Her fingers curl around the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly as she fights the urge to push him away.

“There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I’m far too invested in this experiment to waste even a millimeter of a breath on it.” He shoots her his signature shit eating grin before sliding his free hand between her legs, pushing two fingers into her.

She moans out, rocking her hips along with the motion of his fingers. She’s so close. The build up is intense. Just as she reaches her peak-

Nothing.

“Senku what the fuck?” Senku doesn’t say a word as he adjusts his clothes, swiftly pulling his aching cock out. “I’ve got all the data I need on that experiment. I’ve got to give you a participation reward.”

With one hard thrust, he sheaths himself inside her, burying his length deep into her wet heat. (Y/N) throws her head back with a cry of ecstasy, her walls clenching and fluttering around him as he fills and stretches her. The vibrator falls forgotten from Senku's hand, buzzing around somewhere on the floor.

Senku starts to move, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in, setting a hard and fast pace. The desk creaks and shakes beneath them with the force of his thrusts, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. He leans down to capture (Y/N)'s lips in a passionate kiss, her moans and his groans and (sorta pathetic) whimpers mixing together like a melody.

(Y/N) meets his thrusts eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist and using the leverage to pull him deeper with each pump of his Senku gasps, breaking their kiss and burying his face into her neck.

He can feel his stamina waning, his breath coming in ragged pants against (Y/N)'s neck. He's not built for such intense physical exertion, and his muscles burn with the effort of holding himself up and thrusting into (Y/N) so vigorously.

With a grunt, Senku suddenly pulls out and sits back on the chair that sat in front of the desk, his chest heaving.

(Y/N), knowing all too well about his stamina(or lack there of), wastes no time in straddling Senku's lap. She positions herself above him, reaching down to grip his shaft and line it up with her entrance. With a sensual roll of her hips, she sinks down onto him, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

They both groan at the sensation, She starts to move, rolling and grinding her hips in slow circles as she gets used to the new position. Senku lets out a breathy chuckle.

“You’ve made me throw all logic out the window.”

(Y/N) is confused for a moment, but recalls a conversation from a while back. Senku expressed his hesitance for unprotected sex, that’s the last thing they needed in the stone world. But here he is, his lust, his needs overpowered his mind for once.

(Y/N) rocks her hips faster, chasing her own release. She leans in closely to his ear, mustering up all she can to speak.

“I got you, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

Senku nearly came right then, she’s going to be the death of him.

(Y/N) shifts her position, allowing him to hit that special spot inside her with every thrust. Her fingers claw at his chest, leaving red marks in their wake as her body is consumed by pleasure. She can feel that familiar knot forming, tightening and tightening until it finally snaps. The motion of her hips falters, jerking sporadically as she rides out her orgasm.

Senku holds on tightly his head thrown back, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The feel of her clenching around him nearly being too much to handle.

Once she’s come down from her high, (Y/N) pushes her self up weakly. She stands, wobbly legged and all before lowering herself to her knees, massaging his balls as she takes him into her mouth.

Senku can’t even muster up a witty remark, no tease or quip leaves his lips, all he can do is grip onto the back of her head, weakly thrusting up into her mouth as he chases his own release.

All it takes is one touch. One motion of her free hand against an area of his side she knows is sensitive. That’s all it takes for him to spill into her mouth.

She stares up at him with hazy, half lidded eyes as she swallows all he has to offer. Senku’s body spasms and twitches as he reaches his high, instinctively pushing her head away, the feeling being too much for him.

(Y/N) sits back on her knees and pants, attempting to catch her breath.

“I feel better now.”

——————

[eternalbuckley]

jerking off to your voice over the phone — sub!lorenzo berkshire

warnings: mdni 18+, sort of sub!enzo, guided masturbation, male masturbation, phone sex (?), the tenses in some sentences don‘t really make sense i think (i‘m sorry) — if i missed something, please let me know!

enzo has absolutely no shame in admitting that he jerks off to pictures of you, imagining his hand was your pussy. it's even better if he has any recordings of your voice because he'd 100% listen to them while his hand is wrapped around his cock. he'd come as soon as he would hear you laugh in the recording.

"baby, please come over, i need you." he whimpered into his phone as soon as you called him late in the night after he texted you multiple messages — most of them having spelling mistakes because he typed them with one hand as his other one was occupied with his throbbing cock. those text messages were filled with his need for you.

you had this effect on him no else ever had. enzo never cared about forming deep bonds with anyone he had sexual encounters with. he simply cared about the act behind it, getting off and going to the next person. emotional depth? non existent, he saw no point behind it. but with you? everything changed completely. you challenged each other in ways no one else could. you had him wrapped around your finger and loved it with every fiber of your being. most of the times he may be the more dominant part in your relationship but sometimes he let you take control. at this point, he doesn't care how you see him. he just needs you.

you chuckled and played with a strand of your hair as you listened to the wet noises and low moans coming from his side of the phone. "oh baby, you know i can't come over but i can help you regardless. you just have to listen to my voice," you spoke softly with a smirk on your lips.

he groaned, licked his lips to wet them and then nodded, his breathing quickened because he increased his hand movements. a bit of his cum already leaked but he didn‘t dare to come yet until you allowed him to. you continued to talk to him and told him about your day. in between you told him to go faster or slower. with each passing second, you noticed his whimpers growing louder and his need to come getting stronger.

"baby it hurts so much. please, i-"

you hummed, "come on baby, come for me." you whispered and pressed your thighs together while you listened to enzo's cracked moans as he came into his hand and made a mess.

you for sure knew, you'd suck him off as soon as you'd be able to see him next.

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Rightfully His…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3028

Summary: You thought your husband was a kindhearted, gentleman who was deeply in love with you. When you catch your husband murdering someone in cold blood you freak out and run away from him. Bucky is in search of you and is determined to find you. Will he kill you or will he claim what is rightfully his?

Warnings: Smut, teasing, rough sex, choking, possessive, mention of killing the reader a few times, pet name (sweetheart), brief violence mentioned & minor character killed.

A/N 1: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo 💜 (any mistakes in spelling & grammar are my own. I wrote this on my phone)

A/N 2: divider by @whimsicalrogers & header by me.

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It’s been two and a half weeks since you ran away from him. The life you thought you wanted with Bucky was a huge shame. You thought James “Bucky” Barnes was this kind-hearted businessman who swept you off your feet. He was a gentleman, ambitious, caring, protective, and the love of your life. Whatever you wanted, Bucky made sure you had it. It wasn’t about the money and lifestyle though it was how he treated you. He would worship the ground you walked on if you let him. This man was deeply in love with you and you with him.

Now, it turns out he’s a mobster who kills people for a living. Five years of marriage down the drain because you weren’t supposed to be home yet. You had walked in on Bucky interrogating a man strapped to a chair and begging for his life. That life was cut short in front of you as you let out a scream. Bucky looked up at you with both anger and regret in his eyes. He tried to talk to you but you were scared of him and slept in one of the spare bedrooms. Fearful he might kill you next for what you saw. Not wanting to risk it the next day you left. 

You had taken money from your bank account, passport, and clothes and fled your home. Going from bus to bus you traveled as far as you could from him and decided to stay in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Keeping your head down you rented out a motel room. You kept to yourself and hardly ever left the room. This was a temporary plan as you tried to figure out how to leave the country. Anywhere in the world was better than here. 

Where would you go? Could you move on from this marriage knowing who your husband was? What if he tried to find you? The stress got to you as you ran to the toilet to throw up your lunch. Flushing the toilet you go to the sink to brush your teeth. Your mouth is now minty fresh as you ponder the one question that keeps haunting you. Would he kill you if he ever found you? 

Your hands clenched around the sink as you took in your reflection in the mirror. The bags under your eyes show that you haven’t slept much since heading out on your own. Looking away from the mirror you head into the small room and sit on the bed. Your heart mourns for what could have been between you and Bucky. Now that future is no longer a dream for you.

There was a knock at your door that sent fear down your spine. Could it be him? You shake your head at the thought. There is no way he found you in this little town. Again the knock rang out in your room and you slowly made your way to the door. Looking through the peephole you see a woman holding towels. You open it slowly and are greeted by a friendly voice. 

“I have fresh towels for you hun. I know it’s been a few days since you switched them out.” She reached out to give them to you and politely you took them.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you mumbled. 

“If you need anything hun you just call down to the front desk and we will get it for you.” The lady turned around and started to push her cart to the next room.

You closed the door and set the towels down on the towel rack in the bathroom. A knock on your door rang out again and you wondered what she wanted now. Huffing you walked to the door and opened it up. There in front of you was your husband, Bucky. He placed a finger to your mouth to shush you. His deep blue eyes stared into your soul as he smiled at you.

“Hello, my beautiful wife. Happy to see me?” He chuckled as you stared at him in shock.

Bucky started to push his way into the room and shut the door. You wanted to scream for help but it died on your tongue. You walked backward until your legs hit the bed and you sat down, tears falling from your eyes. This couldn’t be real. How did he find you?

Bucky took in your features and sighed. He knew you were tired from running for the last two-plus weeks. He could tell you were scared of him and that didn’t help what he was feeling inside. Bucky wanted to yell at you and curse you for leaving him. But he knew you were too frail to take his anger. So he kneeled in front of you and grabbed your hand. 

“Do you know why I’m here sweetheart?” 

Slowly you nodded your head. “T-To kill me?” The tears continued to fall from your eyes as he just stared at you. There was nowhere to run anymore. This was the end of the line for you. 

There was a long silence between you both before he said anything. “As tempting as that is, no, I’m not here to kill you sweetheart. I’m here to take you home with me.”

You looked at him confused by what he said. “But I thought… I mean I saw you kill someone. Don’t mobsters like to tie up loose ends and get rid of witnesses?”

Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. “Most of the time, yes. But what you witnessed that’s on me for bringing my work home. Do you know why that man was murdered?”

You shook your head no. Did you even want to know at this point? The less you knew the better it was for you.

Wiping the tears that continued to fall from your eyes, Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead. “That man wanted to kill you. The thought of you being taken from me forever sent me in a rage. You’re my wife and I love you with every breath I take. I tortured that man until I got him to squeal like the pig he was. His reasoning to kill you was to hurt me and the empire that I’ve built. But I vowed to protect you on our wedding day and it still holds true today. I would rather die than see you hurt on my watch. So please understand why I did it. It was all for you.”

His words started to make you feel sick again. Someone wanted you to die? But who? You were merely a housewife. However, that didn’t seem true anymore. You were the housewife of a mobster who ran an empire in New York. He not only loved you deeply but he also killed for you. Killed in the name of love. 

“Bucky, I don’t know what to say. This is all too much for me to take in. So you just regularly kill people who threaten me? Was this the only guy or have there been more?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled. “This wasn’t the first and probably won’t be the last. It’s the head of a rival mob that wants you dead. That’s why you need to come with me so I can protect you. Can’t you see I need you by my side? I’m asking you to trust me and follow me out of here before someone gets to you.”

“How can I trust you Bucky? You lied about your work all these years and pretended to be someone else. It’s like I don’t even know you. How do I know this isn’t a lie to get me to leave with you so you can kill me?”

Your breaths start to pick up as you start to hyperventilate. You could feel the familiar panic attack start to hit. This was not how you saw this playing out. Bucky helped you with your breathing exercises to slowly calm you down. 

Bucky looked at you seriously. “You can trust me 'cause I’m your husband. I only lied about my job but that was to protect you. I see now I should have been honest with you from the beginning. But you do know me, sweetheart. I’m still the same man that you married. Please stop thinking I’m going to kill you. That breaks my heart every time you bring it up.”

Bucky stands up now and helps you to your feet. “We need to leave now, please.” He all but begs you. 

Catching your breath you look for your bag on the table and start to gather all the clothes and items you brought with you. Within minutes you are packed and Bucky goes to the front door and opens it. His best friend and right-hand man, Steve, looks back at him.

“The coast is clear, boss. Though I’m getting word someone is on their way here now.” 

Bucky looks back at you with his hand outstretched. “Come on, let's go home.”

Hearing what Steve said had you holding Bucky’s hand and walking quickly out of the room. Within seconds you are in a black SUV and being whisked away to the private airport just outside of town. Your hand clenched against his as you reached the airport. There was a private jet waiting on the tarmac as you both walked hand in hand and got on the plane. Within moments the plane was in the sky and you were both heading back to New York.

Exhausted from an emotional standpoint you found yourself in Bucky’s lap on the plane with your head under his chin sleeping peacefully. Steve sat in a seat opposite him and smiled at his friend. “I hope you’re right about this boss.”

When the plane landed Bucky woke you up gently by kissing your temple. Your eyes blinked a few times as you stretched your arms over your head. Bucky grabbed your hand again and you both exited the plane where another SUV was waiting to take you home. Driving back home the SUV pulled up to your house on the outskirts of the city. Exiting the SUV you and Bucky walked up the steps and entered the front door. It was exactly how you left it.

“I’m going to head to the bedroom so I can soak in the tub before bed. Is that alright with you?” You questioned, taking your husband's form in.

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s fine with me. I will be up in a minute or two.”

As you climbed the stairs you headed toward the bedroom and shut the door.

Steve watched you both in silence and didn’t speak until you were out of sight. “Do you think it’s smart bringing her back? She could be a liability. Maybe you should have stuck with your original plan after she left.”

Bucky turned to his friend and backhanded him causing Steve’s face to whip to the side. “The decision has been made and she is home now. I can’t live without her. Maybe if you found love Steven you would understand my decision.”

Heading up the stairs Bucky starts to think things out. Truth is it didn’t take them the full two and a half weeks to find you. As soon as you left New York there was a tail on you. Bucky always made sure someone was watching you at all times. So the first day you stepped into that little town he was notified of your well-being. He gave you two weeks to decide what you wanted to do. Were you going to fly and have him chase you around the globe or were you going to come quietly back home to him? Thankfully, you chose right, and now he has you back in his life again. Plus with you going to learn to trust him again he wouldn’t have to kill you after all. Yes, he contemplated it when you first left but his dark heart was against it from the start. He did love you and couldn’t wait to start a family with you. Now that you know the truth he could make you his Queen.

Walking into the bedroom he closed the door behind him. He could see you in the tub from where he stood and licked his lips. You were always a temptress to him and made him weak in the knees. Bucky was gonna make you his tonight to be sure you were never leaving him again. Slowly he started to undress as he made his way to the bathroom. By the time he stood beside the tub, his cock was rock hard. You stared up at him with doe eyes and exhaled with how big and thick his cock was standing at attention. It was something that still had you aching for him, for that stretch between your legs. 

“Sit forward sweetheart so I can sit behind you. I want to help you relax.”

You did as he said and made room for him to sit down. The tub was huge and could sit you both comfortably. Once he got seated he pulled your back to his chest and kissed your shoulder. His hands started to wander your body as you started making soft noises of pleasure. Every gasp and hitched breath made him want to take you more. But for now, he knew you needed this first to relax your mind, body, and spirit. He caressed your breasts and pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You arched against him moaning his name softly as his right hand descended your body and to his favorite spot between your legs. His fingers found your clit and started to rub it in slow circles making you whine cause you needed more pressure there. The more he teased you the more you whined against his shoulder. This is how he liked you, a moaning mess who begged for what she needed. 

“Please Bucky, I need you. I have to have you inside me.” Your hips moved to the way he was working you and suddenly he stopped, making you huff in frustration.

“I love it when you beg for me. If I’m going to take you it will be in our bed where I can fuck you like I hate you.” He growled out at you. 

Draining the tub both you and Bucky got out and quickly dried off. Heading to the bedroom Bucky grabbed you by the back of the neck and led you to the king-size bed. Reaching the bed he pushed you face down and grabbed your hips. Before you could say anything Bucky had thrusted his long, thick cock into you hard drawing out a pornographic moan from you. His pace was hard as he fucked you deeply. Your hands dig into the sheets as your husband takes you like a useless whore. His fingers dig harder into your hips as he groans above you.

“Take my cock. Every fucking inch of it.” He breathed out over and over. 

“Fuck, yes, Bucky. More…” you begged. 

Bucky’s left-hand moves to your clit and harshly starts rubbing it. In a matter of seconds, you are moaning his name loud for all to hear. Your walls clenching around him almost taking him over that hurdle but he quickly pulls out and flips you over to your back. He pushes you up the bed a little and re-enters you in one painful thrust. Your legs are around his trim waist while he is battering your pussy using you for his pleasure. His right-hand grabs your neck and starts choking you. Your hands fly up to his hand and try to alleviate the pressure on your neck.

“This pussy is mine. You are mine.” He growls out at you. “If you ever leave me again I swear no one will ever find your body. Do you understand me? Nod your pretty head if you understand.”

You frantically nod your head to the best of your ability. As Bucky pounds into your pussy over and over again. After a few punishing thrusts, Bucky feels your body tense around him as you silently scream your release this time taking Bucky with you.  Bucky lets your throat go as he cums with a roar painting your insides with his release.

You gasp for air while Bucky pulls out of you and collapses next to you on his side. The only sound in the room is you both panting in and out. Sex was always like this between you both, rough, hard, and exhilarating. But when he said no one would find your body if you ever left again made you nervous. Was he just saying things in the heat of the moment as usual? It had to have been ‘cause he promised never to hurt you. 

Bucky got up to clean himself off first then returned to the bedroom with a washcloth to clean you up. He was humming when you both crawled under the blankets to get ready for bed. You clung to his side as you rested your head on his chest. Bucky just wrapped you up in his arms and held you. 

“No one will ever mess with you ever again my love. For if they do they will feel the wrath of me pouring down upon them ten times over. You are my lover, my wife, my everything, and nothing will ever tear us apart again.”

“Yes, Bucky.” A part of you loved knowing he would always protect you. That he had the means to do so. The other part was terrified of what this man could do to not only his enemies but to you. Now you were too scared to leave his side ever again. 

You had drifted off to sleep as Bucky started to put a plan in place if you ever left him again. The house did have a nice basement that he could convert into a living area to lock you away from the world. He would never be without you again. I mean you’re rightfully his.

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[lmlknn]

RUNAWAY BABY

Pairing: Platonic! Bonten x Child! Male! Reader

Warnings: Bad words (?), drugs, it's a lot of fluff.

Summary: Little (M/n) finds an interesting little bag with what he thinks are sweets inside it, Bonten realizes it and you have to chase him to prevent him from eating them and ending up in a fateful accident.

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

When society hears Bonten's name, fear runs through them and freezes them. It's one of the most fearsome mafias in Japan; everything was controlled by them, and nothing and no one could hide.

Clearly, they couldn't imagine them running like crazy after a little grey-haired baby with a bag of colourful pills of dubious origin.

"How can you be such an idiot!? Who the fuck would leave drugs so close at hand with a baby in the house?!" All the executives were angry at Sanzu, who had left a packet of her drugs on the corner of her nightstand, which was conveniently at (M/n)'s eye level.

"(M/n), baby! Come here!" Ran, who was the furthest ahead, was trying to convince the baby to return the bag to its rightful owner.

"Love! If you give back the pills, I'll buy you thousands of taiyakis and doriyakis!" Mikey also tried to talk.

"Cupcake! Listen to your daddy, Haru, and give me that bag!" The baby giggled and laughed with every scream his parents made.

"Grab him!" Mochi shouted after falling to the floor with one of the toys scattered across the hallway.

"Baby, we're serious; give us that damn bag!" Desperation was starting to irritate them, although the last thing they wanted was to hurt the baby; the mere thought of him eating one of those pills and dying was much worse.

(M/n) kept running as if his life depended on it. "Daddy!" the baby cried, giggling.

The mansion was enormous, and for the first time in years, the executives couldn't help but regret the house they lived in.

Takeomi had already fallen behind; the race had already exhausted him several metres ago. "Baby, give us the bag, and I promise we'll buy you everything you want!" Rindou tried to run fast but failed.

"Since when is the kid so fast?!" Kakucho exclaimed, beginning to feel fatigue creeping into his body. "Just grab him, dammit!" Kokonoi yelled.

Everything fell silent as they watched their tiny baby fall to the ground after their feet got tangled up.

"WAAAAAH!" (M/n)'s scream stunned them. His large eyes shone with tears.

The beanbag was already lying a few inches away from the baby, who was on his knees, sobbing. "DADDY! WAAAH!" All the executives rushed to pick up the baby, who quickly snuggled into Mikey's neck.

Ran patted him lightly on the back, Sanzu played with his hair, and Kokonoi and Kakucho ran to grab a toy and some ointment to calm the baby.

"It's okay, love. The pain will be gone soon," Mikey whispered. "Daddy," (M/n) babbled. "Poor thing, it's okay, cupcake." The cooing subsided.

Kokonoi arrived with Kakucho with the ointment and some bandages. Mikey turned the baby over so he could apply it to his chubby knee.

With a pout on his lips, (M/n) stared at his parents with puppy dog eyes. "And my dorayakis?"

Laughter began to bubble in their throats. "Let's get them, baby." Kakucho grabbed the baby from Mikey's arms.

Once the door lock clicked, murderous auras filled the room; beads of sweat appeared on Sanzu's face.

"I think you know exactly where you stand at this point, don't you?" Mikey's gaze was blank, as were the other executives'.

With a chill running down his spine, Sanzu had to go with the other six (Mochi and Tekeomi had already returned).

While the poor pink-haired boy was being tortured, (M/n) and Kakucho were strolling through the mall with a half-eaten doriyaki.

[maevawrites]

'forbidden love' . . . jack abbott

✦ disclaimer/warnings?: medical inaccuracies, age-gape but not clearly specified (yay age-gap april), oneshot, jack abbott x f!resident reader, fluff, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, probably more but i can't think of any atm

✦ word count: 865

he's the mentor.

you're the mentee.

he's had years of experience.

while you're a fourth year resident, still getting used to the way your name sounds when someone calls you "doctor."

he's severallll years older than you.

and it feels like you're just now getting a hang of adulthood, learning how to push through all the chaos.

dr. jack abbott—the war-hardened night shift attending. with sturdy hands, and broad shoulders, he runs the pitt with precision and calm, like nothing phases him. like he's already survived the worst of it, and everything else is just noise.

after working under him for two years, watching how he works through traumas with a sort of silent confidence and unwavering ease, you couldn't help but start feeling something towards him.

trouble, is what you told yourself.

liking jack abbott would only bring trouble.

logically, you knew better. it felt forbidden to even think about him in that way, considering the ethics. the power imbalance. the un-professionalism it'd bring. but your heart? it had a mind of its own. beating entirely too fast whenever he's helping you through a procedure you've never done before, or when he murmurs good work after you've poured everything into a trauma.

now, you're sitting at the nurses' station trying to finish up some notes from the case you had just wrapped up, when all you could hear was the thumping of your heart in your ears.

you'd just worked on a case with jack and to say you were flustered was an understatement. he had let you take the lead—something you had noticed he usually didn't do with other residents. as you spoke with the patient, jack stood alongside you, agreeing to everything you had to say, only speaking to back you up or add a final thought. on your way out, as you both were throwing your gloves away, he gave you a firm nod. "did great doc." your ears immediately felt hot at the compliment and all you could do was muster a "thank you" before practically bolting off to the nurses station.

and now here you were, at the nurses station, pretending to focus on charting, still buzzing from the three simple words he had said to you.

still in your head, you hadn't noticed dr. ellis slid next to you.

"what's got your head in the clouds, doc?" ellis teased.

"nothing. nothing at all." you tried to play off.

she smirked, clearly not buying it. "right.." and then after she paused, then leaned in just a little. "so you're gonna tell me that dr. abbott staring at you right now doesn't have you day-dreaming just a bit?"

following her graze, you look up, and see a pair of eyes set on yours.

dr. jack abbott stood in front of the trauma board, hands in his cargo pockets, with his chin slightly tilted back. the glow of the screen illuminating his features.

but he wasn't looking at it.

he was looking at you.

your eyes widen and without thinking you give him a small smile—shy, unnerved, before immediately looking back down. ellis, watching the whole thing play out in front of her, lets out a chuckle.

"girl, i know damn well." she snorted. "you don't know a damn thing," you snapped back "a damn thing." giving her a pointed look and she raises her hands in surrender. "if you say so." she says laughing under her breath, walking away to find another case to work on.

you shook your head, attempting to regain focus but before you could do anything, a warm presence was standing behind you.

"how's charting going?"

you knew the voice. low, gravelly voice that makes your brain short circuit. it belonged to jack.

you spin you chair a tad to get a better look at him. "uhm, charting is going well. pretty riveting stuff you if you ask me." you say in a dry, humorous tone, trying to mask the tremble in your voice. lord did this man have an effect on you.

"riveting, huh?" he says with a crooked smile. arms crossed over his chest, causing his biceps to flex and fill up the sleeves of his scrubs.

you try not to ogle at him, maintaining eye contact the best you can. "i just wanted to come over and say again how you did really well in that case." his voice was lower, somehow warmer. "you stayed focused, worked efficiently, and took the lead." woah, does this man ever stop with the compliments? "oh—thank dr. abbott. couldn't have done it without a great teacher like you." you say sweetly. you really meant it. jack abbott was a damn good teacher and was someone you constantly looked up to in the emergency room. someone you wholeheartedly trusted.

he gave you a final, reassuring nod and then patted your forearm, giving you a quick wink before walking away.

you turned your chair back to your notes and slid down in your chair immediately. if it was even possible right then, you'd melt away.

your heart was beating faster than even and all you could think to yourself was:

yeah, we're in big trouble.

✦ maeva's thoughts: heyoooo!! i know i've been MIA but i hope this post makes it up to y'all. school has been whooping my ahh but i'm just trying to remind myself i have 5 weeks left and then i'm free from the shackles. i'm utterly obsessed with the pitt and dr. abbott. been on that since the couple scenes we saw of him in ep 1. also thought this song was prettyyy fitting for this piece.

i've been playing around with the theme of my blog and i honestly think it's pretty dope but y'all lmk what you think.

the gif is not mine!!

[corpscs]

put your mouth to mine ⧗ natasha x avengers manager f!reader

♡ ‎ one ‎ ♡ ‎ two ⋆ nsfw

♡ ‎ minors and men dni ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ wlw ⋆ top!natasha ⋆ friends to lovers ⋆ tony being mean, he just wants to have fun ⋆ reader shows minor ocd tendencies ⋆ lake house fic ⋆ images are from pinterest ⋆ ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will find them later ⋆ divider ⋆

♡ ‎ masterlist ‎ ♡ ‎ word count: 3.1k

bones’ now playing ▶︎ cpr - wet leg

the avengers compound was quiet today. only a few trainings and meetings being the on the docket.

you had already spent a good amount of your day tracking down members of the team to give them this round of mission reviews.

give them or read them their packet because you know they would not do so themselves. cough cough tony, cough cough thor. you did so willingly for thor because he genuinely did not understand the mundane importance of it being done so soon. and you did it begrudgingly for tony because pepper has enough on her plate dealing with him as it is.

you had just finished dropping of steve rogers’ packet, which he delightfully took from you. a refreshing difference from tony pushing his to the floor because somebody didn’t want to hear about their own mistakes.

you saved this final packet for last. natasha romanoff. not only had you not seen her all day, but she made your skin crawl. in a good way. regardless of your silly feelings, she was a close friend and was the most likely the deadliest woman alive. maybe that was it. something was absolutely wrong with you.

“looking for me?” the red head seemed to come out of nowhere. but she was standing beside you now and you stood in front of open elevator doors like an idiot.

“natasha.” you squeaked. “i was. still am- are.” you closed your mouth to stop whatever that was. “you found me.”

“not hard.” she shrugged, taking the packet away. she took your binder from you, signing next to her name to prove that she received the packet. “and as much as i love to hear your voice. i know that tony selfishly sucked up way too much of your time and you have a meeting with fury get to in fifteen minutes.” your mouth opened and closed. oh. that stirred something inside you.

you were supposed to be managing the team, not the other way around. “his office is across campus and if you’re planning on stopping to pee, you’re going to be late.” your brain fully stalled at this point.

“okay.” you said dumbly. stepping into the elevator, natasha reached in and pressed the ground floor button for you. “thank you.”

“see you later.” she sang with a wave.

the elevator doors slid closed. you slammed your binder into your forehead. you didn’t even get out a proper sentence.

ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ

“are you even paying attention?” director fury called your name. bored look on his face. you felt your skin heat up as all your blood rushed to your head in embarrassment.

“yes, sir.” you quipped. he only had half a stare but it did not make it any less intense. “not really, sir. sorry.”

“that’s fine, we’ve covered enough.” he decided. “unless you zoned out way earlier than i thought you did back there.”

“no, i have my notes, i’m sorry.”

“one final thing.” he said, leaning back in his desk chair. “what possessed you to let tony get away with tonight?” the heat from you face was gone now as fear settled in.

“get away with what?” you asked.

“he heard it was some random technician’s birthday and is using it as an excuse to party.”

“oh my god.” you whispered. “i just sat down with him for forty-five minutes.” you stood up abruptly from the chair.

it had been now three hours since you had last seen tony. the group of avengers sat in the living room stalled at the sound of your voice. natasha, steve and clint sat amongst the couches, tony and bruce stood in the kitchenette.

“you should have been honest with her.” steven said. tony huffed a laugh.

“no, she torrential downpours on all my parades.” he capped the whiskey bottle. “not this time.”

“the girl is strung out as it is, you’re not making her job any easier.”

“watch she’s gonna come through those doors like an angry wet kitten and tell me i’m impertinent or something.” tony waved his hands. “she’ll leave, let it evaporate and she’ll come keep an eye on the party.” he shrugged.

as this conversation was taking place you were brooding you’re entire way back into the rec building. “mr. stark!” you called as you pushed open the doors.

“sounds like fury has released the kitten.” tony joked taking a sip from his glass. natasha doesn’t actually think she’d ever heard your voice in that tone before.

the click of your heels got louder was you navigated to the noisy room. just from entering you could immediately see bruce and tony. bruce had seen you dig into tony before in the lab, so your brain paid him no mind as you stormed up to the bar, back facing the rest of the room.

“are you kidding me?” the disappointment in your voice was reminiscent of pepper, but more fury and less love.

“see?” said he turning to bruce.

“i sat and read you that packet like a toddler and you go do this?”

“you’re right. that’s my bad. i’m positively shaking in my boots. not that you’re the least scary person in the room or anything.” he shrugged.

tony made a face of i told you so. “what are you doing?” growing angrier by the second, you watched tony’s eyes move behind your body while he snacked on a charcuterie platter.

liquid ice pooled down your spine and you turned around. meeting the three other sets of eyes. your face now expressionless, you waited a beat. “i’m sorry. that was a lot.”

“a little.” clint shrugged. steve looked uncomfortable while natasha looked sympathetic.

“you’re words wound me like a ballon sword.” tony continued from over your shoulder. “party starts in an hour, you should wash off the attitude.”

“tony.” natasha warned. he didn’t let her get another word out. “no? if she wants to come in and yell at me that’s okay but i can’t defend myself.”

“you went behind my back-“

“i actually didn’t do anything.”

“there’s rules, tony!” he shrugged childishly.

“there’s no rules about a workplace birthday celebration.” he pointed.

you huffed feeling frustrated tears stinging your eyes. you knew you wouldn’t win this. you wouldn’t be so embarrassed if the others were not present, especially natasha. you huffed before storming out of the room just as fast as you came in. the last thing you wanted was to cry in front of the fucking avengers because tony hurt your feelings.

“well that’s fine! avengers only!” he called out after you.

“tony, that was rude.” natasha stood up. “she’s just trying to do her job.”

“no, she’s trying to be a buzzkill.”

she walked out of the room, following the direction of your rushed heel clicks echoing down the hall.

based on you path she assumed you were heading for the bathroom on the next floor up. that floor was full of vacant offices at the moment and natasha had been noticing that you used your high clearance to your fullest advantage. even if that just meant having a bathroom free of strangers.

when natasha entered the stairwell she heard the next door up click shut, she padded up the steps before stopping just outside the bathroom door. she could hear you crying inside. she doesn’t think she’d ever seen you cry. you usually had a solid backbone, one made for withstanding the billionaire philanthropist tantrums of tony stark. it was known that you had been the selected candidate for your current job by director fury based on your previous recommendations as a nanny.

natasha rapped her knuckles on the metal door before stepping inside and calling your name.

she walked slowly down the row of stalls and pushed open door to the handicap stall. she found you tucked in the corner. a folded wad of toilet paper in hand with your mascara dotted on it. clearly you were not successful trying to preserve your makeup.

“tony’s an ass.” was all she said. “you didn’t deserve that.” you gave her a pathetic laugh staring your hands crumpling the paper. your lip wobbled again as you breathed down a new wave of sobs.

natasha stepped into the stall and pulled more toilet paper from the dispenser, folding it up. she pulled the fabric of her slacks up slightly to allow her to squat in front of you. she took the old paper and tossed it in the toilet placing the fresh in your hand.

“i’m sorry, this is so stupid. i’ve just been on edge all week.” you huffed with a sniff. “you didn’t need to follow me all the way up here.” dabbing your under eyes with the paper.

“it’s not stupid.” she said, elbows resting on her knees. you looked up at her face, she had showered since you had seen her earlier, the grown out blonde braided down her back. “tony knew it would make you upset.”

“he makes me so,” you paused, unable to find the appropriate words. before groaning. “i can’t say i hate him but i feel like i do sometimes.”

natasha laughed at your admission. “it’s a natural quality of his.” she joked. “now, what do you say about getting off the bathroom floor?” you nodded. she stood up easily without support of the wall and offered you an outstretched palm.

she pulled you off the floor like you weighed nothing. “how about we ditch tony’s birthday celebration.” nat offered, mocking his words.

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natasha tossed her duffel into the bed of the black pickup. as you approached the truck she took your bags from you. “wlhere are we going?” she ignored you, opening the passenger door. “hop in.” she ordered. you obeyed. she shut the door and hopped in the other side.

“adirondack safe house just got renovated.” she grinned, throwing the truck in reverse. “figured it would be worth checking out.”

“this is so not allowed.” you gasped.

“not technically.” she shrugged. “which is why i didn’t tell you until i got you inside the truck, but technically you are in charge.”

driving in upstate new york was always scenic, you personally had never been to any of the safe houses so this was a first. assuming the location it had to be of reasonable living standards. you could remember the team telling a story about a safe house six feet from a set of train tracks that shook the entire building when the trains railed by.

this safehouse was set deep into the woods down an unmarked road. through the winding roads, you passed by other long driveways to other expensive houses along the lake before arrive to the security gate.

“wow.” you blurted looking at the white lake house. it wasn’t a mansion, but two stories, maybe looked like three or four bedrooms, but it was nice. “tony spent some personal funds on this one.” natasha said parking the truck. “said it had to blend in with the other houses on the lake. he keeps an empty hangar here for the jet too.” the house blended in, but you could see the security cameras mounted to the corners of the house and door it’s doors. you hopped out of the truck attention turning to the setting sun reflecting off the water.

natasha peeked up from the bags when she heard your footsteps stall. she momentarily watched you stand in the setting sun before natasha’s hard whistle broke you from your stare. she held your bag with a raised eyebrow.

“are you just gonna stand there and be pretty?” your face heated. “or you think you can multitask and help me unload.” with a dramatically dropped jaw, you took it from her as she grabbed her backpack and duffle, leaving the cooler for a second trip. the inside interior was even nicer and it had a new house smell to it.

natasha instructed you to open all the windows to air out the place and you did so dutifully.

when you returned back to the kitchen living space she was already there with the cooler snacking on the bag of grapes she theived from a compound fridge.

“looks like miss manager seems to be awfully good at following orders.” she mused looking up at you.

your sharp inhale was slightly shaky. “you asked nicely.”

“sure.” natasha ate a grape. you blinked. she changed the subject to begin asking you about dinner, once again ordering you to do little tasks. natasha worked on the main ingredients to whatever she was making on the island cooktop. when you had finished prepping what she asked, natasha suggested you shower before dinner. logically you should have just done it, but you refused with a huff staying seated at the kitchen counter.

“is this about what tony said?” you responded with a loose maybe.

“you heard him,” you crossed your arms leaning over the granite counter. “if i shower it will wash off my attitude.” you locked tony’s words.

“good.” natasha said still attending to the stovetop. “you don’t need that here.” you sighed again. she looked over her shoulder, eyebrows raised as you made eye contact.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized tiredly rubbing at your eyes.

“bullshit,” nat abandoned the food for a moment and turned towards you. “sorry would look like you going upstairs to shower.” she leaned over the other side of the counter, leaving a foot of distance between you. her painted expression crackled into a knowing smile. “you do like being told what to do.”

you swallowed. “is that really what you think?”

“that’s what i know.” nat reached out to toy with a piece of your hair, pursing her lips. “you wanna be told what to do and be told you’re doing a good job.” she paused, but didn’t give you room to respond, “plus you’ll feel better after a shower.” you were trying hard to maintain your gaze. this was a power battle. her gaze was intense, green eyes unrelenting. your lips twitched.

natasha was a trained assassin. you were a trained nanny. two different evils, but you obviously didn’t stand a chance.

“fine.” you stood up off the stool breaking eye contact first. from your time as a nanny, you knew where these kinds of childish arguments lead and natasha was the clear winner.

“there’s a linen closet at the top of the stairs.” she called after your retreating form.

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the next day you and natasha made breakfast before you disappeared to the bathroom for a more than reasonably amount of time. when curiosity got the better of her, she found back on the bed of the room you were in on top of the bedding. you clearly hadn’t meant to fall back asleep, but she ultimately decided to let you rest. you clearly had needed it.

when you did rouse again you found natasha a reading in the living room, bare legs spread along the length of the couch. “morning, sleepy head.” she greeted you with a laugh closing her book. you flopped onto the loveseat perpendicular to the couch. “sleep good?”

“yes, these beds are so nice.” you answered stretching out. “but why did you let me do that?” you missed the way natasha watched your shirt ride onto reveal your midsection or the way her eyes tracked your exposed limbs as they reached out.

“i was gonna wake you, but you looked cute.” natasha sat up from the couch to wander into the kitchen. natasha suggested a swim before lunch.

after changing into your swimsuit, you stood and observed your rippled reflection in the lake water as you peeked over the side. “you’re gonna fall in.” natasha’s voice appeared in warning.

“you sure it’s deep enough?” you looked back at her. she wore a black one piece suit with a sweetheart neckline and half-inch wide straps. you had to will your eyes back to her face. even with the sun glasses you wore you were sure she knew you were gawking.

“it’s like fifteen feet.”

“is that deep enough?”

“are you fifteen feet tall?” natasha was now stood next to you on the deck. “this is cute.” she playfully tugged on a string of your white bikini bottoms. “the lakes’ gonna turn it green.” you muttered looking at the water nervously.

“you can bleach it.” she paused. “hey, can i see your glasses?” you slipped them off your face and handed them to her. she tucked them to the top of her head. you waited puzzled, until you felt her hands on your shoulders. your world tipped and you were under water.

you popped up out of the water with a gasp, wiping the water from your eyes. natasha was placing your glasses on the towels she brought with her.

“deep enough?”

“what if i couldn’t swim?”

“shitty nanny if you can’t save a drowning kid.” she brought up your employment history. you didn’t get a chance to respond before she jumped in. the two of you swam for a while, wading out from the shore until you hit a small jetty that you could barely see from the shoreline. the two of you sat and rested on a rock. you stared out at the where the trees met the sky. “thank you.” you turned to her. “for distracting me from tony.”

“don’t thank me yet, because it’s not working if you’re still thinking about it.” she elbowed you.

“well i was originally thinking about you.” you blurted.

“oh yeah?” she turned her head to meet your stare.

“yeah.”

“penny for your thoughts?” she asked.

“it’s gonna cost more than a penny.”

“uh oh,” she pushed you gently, “the attitude came back.” you laughed.

“how about your thoughts for my thoughts.” you proposed turning to look at her. the sun reflected off water still clinging to her skin.

“i think,” she started. “you’re more than you give yourself credit for.” you opened your mouth to protest. “and maybe tony’s right, you aren’t an avenger. but you wrangle in all of them. that counts for more than anything.”

“is that why we’re out here?” you asked her. “a pep talk?”

“partly.” natasha’s eyes flitted around your face, circling back to your lips twice. “i wanted no interruptions and the compound is a circus.” you laughed lightly at her joke while you unconsciously started leaning into her. “and i took out to this rock because i didn’t want this to be shield property.” she bridged the closing gap, kissing you gently. you parted, lips brushing as you both stalled. she waited for you to pull back, giving you an option out. instead, you initiated the next kiss, more forceful than the last. natasha licked at your bottom lip before she separated, breathing against your own breathless lips, “let’s get back,” she started to stand up off of the rock.

“i want lunch.”

PART 2

this ended up being way longer than i originally intended so i decided to cut it in half ,,

masterlist ♡, bones

𓉸 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𓉸

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Too sweaty🌡🫂

Ona Batlle x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

(my first language isn't english nor spanish, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

You refuse to hug your girlfriend after a match because she's too sweaty. With the help of her team, she will do everything and anything to get that hug.

The final whistle blew, the sound of roaring cheers erupted across the stadium as FC Barcelona Femení secured yet another victory. The players on the field embraced, exchanging high-fives and grins as the crowd celebrated their hard-earned win. You stood in the stands, clapping and cheering, Ona had been relentless on the pitch today, showing why she was one of the best defenders in the world.

Ona spotted you almost instantly. Her eyes lit up, and with that characteristic grin of hers, she jogged over, arms wide open for the post-game hug she always demanded. You smiled, knowing exactly what was coming next, but as she got closer, you could see just how sweaty she was. Her hair clung to her forehead, her jersey was soaked through, and her skin glistened with sweat. You loved her to pieces, but there was no denying that Ona in full post-match mode was a sweaty mess.

- ¡Cariño! (Love !)

Ona called out, still grinning as she reached the edge of the stands, arms stretched wide.

- Come here!

You took a step back, hands raised in defence, laughing nervously.

- Ona, you’re—

You gestured up and down at her completely drenched form.

- —you’re a little too sweaty for that.

Ona stopped, her grin turning into a dramatic pout as she dropped her arms.

- ¿En serio? After this great match ? You’re really not going to hug me ? (Oh really?)

You shook your head, laughing.

- I love you, but I draw the line at drenched hugs. You look like you just went swimming in your kit!

Ona groaned, shaking her head in exaggerated frustration, though her eyes were still sparkling with amusement.

- It’s just a little sweat, cariño. You’ve seen me worse. (love)

- Yeah, but I didn’t have to hug you then either.

You shot back, grinning. She rolled her eyes but didn’t let up.

- Fine. No hug for now

You smirked, leaning down a little closer.

- Once you’re clean, you can have all the hugs you want.

Ona stared at you for a moment, pretending to be annoyed, but then she leaned in suddenly and gave you a quick, mischievous kiss on the cheek, pressing her sweat-covered face against yours just enough to make you recoil slightly.

- Ew, Ona!

You exclaimed, wiping at your cheek with an exaggerated grimace, but your laughter betrayed you.

- That’s payback

Ona said with a wink before jogging back to her teammates, leaving you shaking your head and laughing as you watched her retreat.

The players had started celebrating in full force, and you could see Ona being pulled into hugs. Their joy was infectious. You sighed as you watched the love of your life soaking in the victory with her team. It didn’t take long for the other girls to notice the slight pout on your girlfriends face. Alexia, having seen the scene, sidled up to Ona, raising an eyebrow as she nudged her friend.

- Entonces, ¿no te da ningún abrazo tu novia después del partido? (So, no post-game hug from your girlfriend?)

Alexia teased, her voice loud enough for you to hear. Ona groaned, but a smile crept onto her face.

- No, al parecer sudaba demasiado. (Nope. Too sweaty, apparently.)

Alexia grinned, clearly finding it hilarious.

- No puedo culparla, honestamente. (Can’t blame her, honestly)

- Pero no me rendiré. (But I’m not giving up)

Ona said determinedly, casting a glance back at you, where you stood watching them from the sidelines, waving innocently. Alexia raised her eyebrows, a mischievous glint in her eye as she quickly whispered something to the other players. You couldn’t hear what she said, but a few of them turned to look at you with knowing grins.

Before you had a chance to react, the entire team started jogging in your direction, their expressions filled with a playful determination. Your eyes widened, and you instinctively took a step back.

- Oh no, no, no,

You muttered, shaking your head as they closed in. Ona was at the front of the pack, her grin widening as she saw your reaction.

- You shouldn’t have refused the hug, cariño.

She teased, her teammates fanning out behind her like a wall of sweaty determination.

- You’re all sweaty!

You protested, starting to back up further as the group approached.

- This isn’t fair !

Alexia, laughing, called out,

- We just want to help Ona get her hug !

Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the entire Barça squad, and any chance of escape vanished. In a whirlwind of laughter and playful jostling, they scooped you up, passing you straight into Ona’s waiting arms. Ona, grinning victoriously, pulled you into a tight hug, ignoring your protests as she pressed her sweaty body against yours. You squirmed, but it was no use. The team had made sure you weren’t going anywhere.

- Gotcha

Ona whispered, her face close to yours, her eyes full of affection despite the playful scene. You sighed in defeat, trying to suppress your laughter as you rested your head against her shoulder.

- Okay, okay. You win. But you’re still really sweaty.

- I’ll take it

She replied with a laugh, kissing your cheek again. The team cheered and clapped, clearly amused by the whole spectacle. You couldn’t help but laugh too, the warmth of the moment washing over you despite being covered in your girlfriend’s post-game sweat.

As the players finally dispersed and Ona loosened her grip on you, you looked up at her with a smirk.

- Next time, maybe I’ll bring a towel.

Ona grinned, her eyes twinkling.

- Or you could just hug me straight after every game, no matter what.

You pretended to think about it.

- Hmm... no promises.

She laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you walked off together.

- You’ll come around eventually.

And as you walked side by side, with the stadium lights dimming and the echoes of the crowd still ringing in your ears, you knew that sweaty hugs or not, you wouldn’t trade these moments with her for anything in the world.

[newmoonlover009]

Stifled Sighs - Charlie Swan

“I need you to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Charlie Swan x Fem!Reader

Summary - While you and Charlie are tangled in the sheets—breathless and begging for more—Bella comes home earlier than expected.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+!!, sexual content, fast-paced, quickie, mentions of oral f!receiving, kissing, secrecy, unprotected piv sex, slight dirty talk, and cream pie.

(Let me know if I missed any.)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes. Twilight au—details won’t be accurate to the films or books—they are rewritten to fit the story.

a/n - Another short one shot while I work on my longest Charlie one shot yet. Stay tuned! (Major apologies for how rushed this is.) Enjoy!! <3

“Please, Charlie.” You gasp. 

Your back arches off of the plush mattress, your hand flying into his messy hair. A self-satisfied hum travels from between your legs, his eyes glancing up your squirming body. 

“Want more already?” He pulls away from your pulsing cunt, your previous release glistening on his lips and chin. The sight is otherworldly, your chest rising and falling with pure need and arousal.

You nod eagerly, spreading your legs wider as he climbs over you, settling his hips against yours and capturing your lips in a devouring kiss. A hum rasps in your throat as you taste yourself on his tongue, earning one from him in return. 

He moves swiftly—one hand beside your head propping himself up, the other fumbling with the waistband of his boxers. With a hand still in his hair, your free hand grasps at his waist, waiting to feel him stretch you out. 

Your lips pull away from his to suck in a sharp breath, feeling the head of his cock drag between your soaked folds. A strained whine settles in your throat when he circles your clit, prolonging your anticipation. 

In an instant, his head dips into the crook of your neck, his lips finding the sensitive skin below your ear and sucking gently. Simultaneously, his hips inch forward, his tip finding your entrance with ease. 

In an effort of encouragement, your legs wrap around his waist, subtly tugging him closer and just a smidge deeper. You feel a smirk pull at his lips against your skin from your impatience—no matter how often you find yourself in this position, you’ll never get enough. 

His now free hand braces itself beside your head, caging you in and gripping the pillow beneath you. Your breathing halts, and your eyes flutter shut, just waiting. 

However, the jingle of keys and the slam of the front door halt Charlie’s movements. Your eyes shoot open, and his head pulls back. His wide eyes lock with yours, surely mirroring his shocked expression. 

Bella is home. The two of you hadn’t expected her to be home until hours later. Which is why you had begun to indulge in such activities. 

Thinking quickly, Charlie reaches over to the nightstand and turns off the lamp, making the room completely dark.

“She’ll think we’re asleep.” He whispers from above you. His silhouette is vaguely visible. 

“What if she comes in here?” You counter in a hushed voice. 

“She won’t.” 

When has Bella ever barged into her dad’s room unannounced—especially at this time of the evening? Never. Your anxiety soothes slightly. 

The both of you fall silent when you hear her clumsy footsteps trek up the stairs, followed by the closing of her bedroom door. Both yours and Charlie’s breathing is steady, soft breaths traveling through your noses to reduce sound. 

A beat passes before you both relax, tension melting from your frozen positions. The coast is clear. Bella won’t be leaving her room anytime soon. 

With a shaky breath, Charlie nudges his hips forward, stretching you at a deliciously tantalizing pace—inch-by-inch—your walls accommodating his solid length. Your chest tightens with the breath you’ve unintentionally held.

You let out a sharp exhale, a moan braided in the heavy breath, making Charlie crash his lips against yours to muffle your sighs. Both of you breathe heavily through your nostrils, eyes squeezed shut as he fills you completely, his hips snug against yours. His cock twitches, eliciting a soft moan from you. 

When your breathing steadies, his hips don’t move, his lips gently releasing yours. With his forehead against yours, his eyes lock onto yours, determination clear in his gaze. 

“I need you to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?” He asks, his brows scrunched in subtle concern—pleading.

You quickly nod, biting your bottom lip, “Yes, Charlie, I can.” 

“Good.” He places a chaste kiss on your parted lips. “‘Cause I don’t wanna stop.” 

“Me neither.” You let out a breathless giggle, only to hold back a strained groan when Charlie pulls his hips back, slowly pushing back in. 

He quietly shushes you, repeating the antagonizing and teasing gesture. With every thrust of his cock, your breathing picks up, morphing into shallow pants—afraid you’ll be too loud if you breathe too deeply. 

The suspense and secrecy of the situation only heightens your arousal—your second climax approaching alarmingly fast. That familiar tingling sensation in your lower belly melts throughout your limbs, clinging to his bare skin and holding him close. 

Charlie struggles to stifle his grunts, his head falling to the crook of your neck and letting small groans brush past his parted lips. 

“Feels so good.” He whispers, his warm breath fanning along your heated skin. 

Usually, you’d moan in agreement, but only a shallow breath is squeezed from your lungs. Your head tilts back and eyes squeeze shut the quicker his pace becomes, the pads of your fingers digging into the expanse of his back. 

“I’m close, Charlie.” You rush out in a hushed voice. Your brows scrunch the more your climax claws its way to its peak, teetering at the edge, waiting for a push. 

“Already?” You can hear the cocky tone in his quiet voice, his lips smirking against your sensitive skin.

With your admission, he moves swiftly, his fists white knuckling the pillow beneath your head. His hips barely brush against yours, avoiding the sound of your skin connecting.

“More… m’so close.” You whimper, your legs spreading wider to deepen his thrusts, hitting you in all the right places. 

His pace falters, prioritizing the strength behind the thrusts rather than the speed. He pumps into you deeply—slowly and attentively, only applying sudden force when he’s fully seated inside of you. 

“Come on, baby.” He grits into your neck, rocking into you thoroughly.

The subtle desperation in his voice pushes your orgasm to its very peak—your mouth falling into an “o” and eyes opening as you come undone. 

The beginning sound of a loud cry trickles out of your throat, though Charlie is quick to place a hand over your mouth, cupping your parted lips and leaning back to meet your gaze. 

Your eyes are glazed over, your eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared as your hips sputter against him—your walls pulsing frantically around his cock. A strained groan catches in Charlie’s throat as he slowly rocks his hips, pushing them as deeply into you as possible as his release crashes into him. 

His eyes are locked onto yours, his hand still firmly planted over your mouth, slowly riding out his orgasm—shots of his cum coat your fluttering walls, mixing with your release and spilling out of you onto the sheets below. 

When he’s fully undone, his movements halt, and his heavy breathing evens out into shaky breaths. Slowly, he removes his hand from your face, letting the air pierce your lungs in sharp inhales. 

A brief moment passes before a lazy smile melts onto his features, and you quietly giggle in return. 

It all feels a little… funny, as if you two are teenagers fooling around, afraid of being caught by your parents. 

“Well,” He sighs, still inside of you, leaning over to pepper your face in gentle kisses, “now that I know you can be quiet.” 

“Charlie.” You warn in a playful tone, welcoming his affection despite yourself. 

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[minnophee-writes]

His Judgement

A/N: Been in such a Dead by Daylight fixation that I don't think it can be stopped. Pyramid Daddy can smash, I don't care - don't @ me. It was a great crime that BHVR took his ass away from us! Also, I wrote this fic while listening to 'Insanely Illegal Cage Fight' by Dal Av + Jackson Rose. For some reason it gave Pyramid Head vibes. This isn't beta read so any grammar and/or spelling mistakes are my own.

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Pairings: Pyramid Head x Female Reader

Fic Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, betrayal, slight angst, blade / knife, death, dub-con touching, dub-con, smaller female / taller man, size difference, hair-pulling (brief), dark smut, injuries, mating press, long tongue action / tongue fucking (brief) / tongue deepthroating, claiming, breeding, squirting (brief), creampie, (🔞MDNI this fic is for ADULTS! Begone minors🔞)

Summary: When things go from bad to worse during a trial against the Executioner, Reader finds herself standing face-to-face with the large killer himself, ready to accept whatever judgement he deems fit to bestow upon her. However the situation doesn't seem to go as she suspected.

Word Count: 4,311 words

Taglist: @stygianoir

You grabbed onto the hips of Feng and dragged her off the hook, her groans of pain audiable but she tried to quieten them as you herded her behind a large rock to mend her wound. Blood oozed from the gaping hole in her right shoulder but you worked quickly to bandage the injure to slow, and hopefully, stop the blood. Feng nodded to you in thanks before you guided her toward the generator that you were working on before going to her aid.

The realm the entity chose for this trial just so happened to be the Midwich Elementary School, the home of one of the most terrifying killers in the entity's realm. It didn't help that the entity wanted to rub salt in the wound and have the killer actually be the Executioner, he was known to be ruthless during trials, showing no mercy, and defying the entity's rules by outright slaughtering people in these sick, twisted matches. Feng was able to run the large man but he managed to outplay her, ensnaring her within his trail of barbed wire - also known as his 'Trail of Torment'. You had taken shelter in a locker nearby when the Executioner placed her on the hook.

Rushing footsteps startled you and Feng, the sudden appearance of Yun-Jin Lee panting and breathing heavily should have been the first sign to let you know of the oncoming danger yet you and Feng continued working on the generator, now with the help of an anxious Yun-Jin Lee. Everything was quiet for a moment, the only sounds were the generator pistons powering up when you noticed Yun-Jin Lee glancing behind Feng for a few seconds before pushing Feng and running off in the posite direction. You stared after the suspicious woman in confusion and agitation when the sound of Feng's scream caught your attention. The looming figure of the hulking Executioner had pierced his heavy weapon into Feng's torso, the tip of the knife sunk deep in her stomach while her arms scrambled for purchase, rapid gasps left her lips and her eyes were wide in absolute fear.

Time seemed to operate in slow motion, your brain now just processing that Yun-Jin Lee sacraficed Feng to the killer to save herself and fled, leaving you to fend for yourself once he was done punishing Feng. Your heart lurched in sorrow and disappointment, more so disappointed in yourself for not having seen the large killer coming toward them, maybe you could've saved the poor woman - if only Yun-Jin Lee hadn't just selfishly pushed Feng toward her death.

Feng turned her head toward you as her arms weakened in strength, her eyes pleading for something that was not an option, something you couldn't give her. The Executioner yanked his knife from her body before driving it back in, a dark puddle of blood and barbed wires appeared around Feng and devoured her into the ground, taking her and leaving no evidence that she was ever there. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing someone you viewed as a close friend, due to being in many trials together and forming a bond, hurt you deep down and caused tears to slightly blur your vision. The scraping of metal on metal brought you back to the present and you're terrified eyes stared at the large killer a few feet from you, his triangular helmet looking in your direction - his helmet tilting slightly to the side as he seemed to glare you down.

In a sudden rush of adrenaline your body shot into action, you quickly spun around on your heels and sprinted in the last place you saw Yun-Jin Lee and prayed for the best. Your legs carrying you down a flight of stairs and turning down a long corridor, your lungs struggling to intake oxygen and vision slightly unfocusing from how hard you were pushing your body to work in running away from danger. By the time you had reached the end of the corridor you pressed your back against the steel wall and attempted to collect yourself. You didn't hear any heavy footsteps coming after you, and a timid glance down the direction you had just come from proved that the Executioner wasn't pursuing you. You seemed to be in the clear.

A breath of relief escaped your lips before a faint whistle caught your attention, your head turned to the right to see David waving you over into a classroom he was holed up in. You rushed over to him, glad to see a friendly, familiar face, and agreed to help him on his generator. You were tempted to tell David about what Yun-Jin Lee did to Feng, how she willingly sacraficed a teammate - a friend, to the killer and left you for dead just to save her own skin, but you thought against it. Your main concern and goal was to repair the generators so you could get the hell out. The elementary school chilled you to the bone, the disarray of everything in the school and classrooms - they they all left in a rush, almost as if they were quickly evacuated unerved you to no end. So your main motivation on completing your generator tasks were because some of the realms absolutely creeped you out. As the third piston started to pick up speed the woman that had caused you grief appeared in the doorway, making her way arogantly to the other side of the generator, acting as if she hadn't just betrayed a teammate.

An occasional spark would fly as the three of you worked on the gen, the progress slow but surely going, David giving quick glances at the only doorway in and out of the classroom. Your nerves were on alert for any sign of the Executioner, waiting for his sudden arrival and hoping to be able to distract the killer long enough for David to get out of dodge. Any creak or groan from the steel structure had your head turning behind you and toward the door in search for the large man but was greeted with nothing which only calmed your racing heart slightly. Your eyes took note of the vault window on the other side of the classroom which led into the other, a good escape route in case the killer were to appear and block the doorway. David must have seen you looking at it and gave you a subtle nod, acknowledging your find and piecing together two wires which completed the generator, the engine running smoothly now and the three of you made a slow approach to the window vault in the classroom. You were first in the line, then David, leaving Yun-Jin Lee to carry the back but as you neared the vault the loud, piercing sound of metal scraping across metal brought their attention to the classroom doorway.

The bloodied image of the Executioner almost seemed to freeze the trio, his shadow loomed and seemed to swallow the entire room before he then took thundering steps toward you. Yun-Jin Lee rushed passed you and David, shoving the both of you toward the killer while she vaulted the crumbled opening. David lost his footing and was tumbling right into the path of the Executioner when you quickly reacted, grabbing onto David's wide forearm and pulling him back, adrenaline giving you the strength to drag David over to the vault as the killer closed the distance between you.

"Go, David! Run!" You shouted before turning around to face the large man.

His knife was embedded in the ground leaving a trail of torment, cutting off one of the paths to getting out of the classroom. You didn't want to lead the killer in the direction of David so you chose to try and run around the Executioner's left side - the one unaffected by his torment. Just when he was within arms reach you bolted to his left and rushed passed, jumping over a small section of the unforgiving trail and making a mad dash down the hallway, the killer's heavy footsteps storming after you.

He was a man on a mission, only having eyes for you, and you were hoping he would lose track of you soon because your stamina was rapidly draining, but he seemed to always know where you were going. You've run through the bottom floor before attempting to lose chase upstairs, quickly turning corners before dipping into a random classroom and ducked behind an overturned table while you took the time to catch your breath. David slowly exited one of the many lockers that were lined against the wall and rushed over to you, a relieved expression painted on his face.

"Thank God you're okay! You're not hurt, right?" He then looked over your figure for any injuries.

"I'm fine, lets just focus on getting that last gen done." You got up and started to dust yourself off before looking David in the eyes with concern yet certainty after your second run-in with the untrustworthy woman, "Don't trust Yun-Jin Lee... She's the reason Feng is dead..."

"...Shit."

David looked shocked and opened his mouth to say something but the approaching march of the Executioner caused you two to run back over to the lockers and hide next to each other, hoping the beast of a man would just keep walking but those hopes were dashed away when his large figure stepped into the room. His helmet slowly scanned across the room in search for you, his eyeless gaze fell upon the lockers that you and David were hiding in, your breath hitched in anticipation. His steady stride carried him across the spacious room, your muscles growing more tense the closer he got to your lockers, when you noticed a little too late that the Executioner was looking at a different locker - the wrong locker.

The Executioner's thick arm shot out from beside his lent body and grasped the locker door and ripped it off its hinges, David's surprised shout ringing throughout the room as the larger man pulled him out of the locker, and placing him onto his wide shoulder. You bursted out of your locker and clung onto the killer's arm that seemed to put him off balance and dropping David. You grabbed David's hand and began to run away, a very angry killer hot on your heels. One of the hallways had a pallet in the middle that you knew you could use to block the Executioner and gain some distance so you made sure to head toward it, your feet carrying you faster while David kept pace and followed your every move. When the pallet was in sight a few feet away a smile started to grace your face for the first time that trial, but that all came crashing down when you noticed Yun-Jin Lee standing on the other side of the pallet, staring you dead in the face before tossing the pallet down and bolting around the corridor. Your feet stuttered for a split second before you decided that one of you were gonna have to vault the pallet first. You looked over your shoulder to see that the Executioner was a lot closer than you thought and was reeling his arm back to strike at David and your brain went into a panic.

"David, watch out!" You screamed as you pushed him ahead of you, the edge of the knife sliced into the outside of your bicep.

The flaming sting of the injury caused you to let out a squeal as you held onto your arm and made a run for the pallet, David waving encouragingly to you on the other side. Your staggered gait didn't get you far when a strong hand gripped a decent amount of your hair and pulled you back, dragging you into a warm, soild body, ripping another screamed from your lips. You heard David shout your name from where he stood before rushing back over the pallet to get to you.

"No! Let her go!" David readied up to throw a punch but the Executioner just thrust his knife upward.

The blade kissed David's skin, cutting through his button-up and exposed his chest which now displayed a deep, flowing wound from where the blade cut him. David winced and clutched his chest, a groan left his mouth as he looked back toward you. You were terrified, uncertain if anyone was going to survive, and it didn't help that the merciless killer had you in his hold and was readying up to strike David again - this time a killing blow. In a desperate attempt to save at least one of your friends this trial you decided to try begging and bargining. Right as the Executioner drew his arm back to deliever a deadily strike you clung onto the arm holding your body to his and began pleading.

"Wait, no, please!" You cried while squeezing your eyes shut, "I-I'll do anything, please... You can k-kill me right now if you want but spare him!"

You were rambling but you were hoping that the killer would at least pause long enough for David to make an escape. The Executioner slowly glared down at you through his large helmet, his head tilted in feigned thought before suddening swinging his arm overhead and implanted his knife into David's neck, blood spurted out everywhere, and his eyes bulged out while his gasps were wet and thick. Whimpers and whines left you as you watched the light fade from his eyes, his body steadily sinking to the floor before it slumped down and hit the floor with a thud. Before you could process anything you were then thrown against one of the steel walls and lifted a few feet of the ground by your throat, a large hand encased it and made it a struggle for you to take deep breaths. He stared you down while he watched you struggle to get out of his grip, his suffocating presence suddenly making you have flashes of some of the children drawings scattered around the school - some of the drawings depicted said killer in front of her, a name scribbled on top that made sense for a child; Pyramid Head. 'Seemed fitting for him', you thought brieftly.

Pyramid Head jabbed the knife into the floor next to you both before using his other hand to grope your body, using it to spread your leg to insert his hip between them and opening your legs wider. The position caused you to have to wrap your legs around his waist to try and lessen the pressure on your neck but he just placed his hand on your ass and held tight, hitching you up higher and pressed you between the wall and his solid body. A deep rumble spread from within his chest and a slick, slimy appendage timidly appeared from under the pulsing puss under the helmet before it confidently started to lick your face, covering your face in thick saliva. The tip slid across your lips a few times before forcing its way passed them, exploring your mouth and worming itself down your throat.

You let out a squeal in rejection but that didn't seem to do anything to the Executioner as he continued to thrust his tongue down your neck, sliding it back and forth, as if it got pleasure from it. His hips humped into your crotch which shot small waves of pleasure up your spine, strained moans escaped your lips while you tried to find where to place your hand before settling with clutching onto the arm that's holding you by the neck. He let go of your ass to ruck up his filthy apron to expose his pulsing cock, the tip red and leaking with pre-cum. You choked on his tongue in horror, trying to angle your hips away from him but he took that as some sort of invitation to shred your pants from your legs, your underwear disappearing with it while he rubbed his thumb against your folds in an attempt to get you wet and wanting. He retracted his tongue from your throat to then go down to your pussy, smearing his saliva over your vulva and clit, teasing your hole by probing it in exploration before plunging in deep.

You yipped from the wet intrusion of his tongue, you could feel it wriggling around inside - pushing against your spongy walls until it found your g-spot, your body eliciting a full-body spasm. Your mouth opened and closed from the onslaught of pleasure his tongue was giving you once he discovered your hidden spot deep within you, not even your toys could find it half the time and yet this large, brutal killer found it within seconds. It left you stunned more than anything else, your brain going fuzzy and all logical thought disappeared. His thumb pressed into your clit again which made you clench your pussy around his tongue, a moan left your throat at the pleasure flowing through your in waves, your body warming up from the growing arousal.

Your head flopped to the side as you let out a sigh, your eyes fluttered opened and your vision was then filled with David's cold corpse lying on the floor, his glazed eyes staring in your direction and your stomach squeezed - threatening to make you throw up any sustenence inside. You shut your eyes tightly before righting your head straight, a cool chill creeped up your spine at the mental image of your dead friend only a few inches away. Once you opened your eyes again you stared up at the helmet, hoping you were looking where his eyes may roughly be.

"Pyramind Head, please-" You managed to rasp out, "- I-I wanted you to spare him... why?"

Tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks as you continued to look at him but you got no response, the only response you got was a deep, rumbling growl and his tongue thrusting in and out of you faster, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit rapidly as well. Your breath hitched and a loud, prolonged whine echoed around you both, your walls spasming before hot, white ecstasy burst through you - the tight knot that had quickly formed in your lower stomach suddenly snapped that caused you to drench Pyramid Head's lower sternum and tongue. A foamy, white ring surrounded the base of his appendage and smeared itself across it with each thrust, it drove him feral and the pulse in his cock couldn't be ignored anymore.

Pyramid Head thrusted his cock against your wet cunt, soaking his dick in your juices before attempting to align the tip with your twitching hole and as he steadily pushed in it stretched you in an impossibly delicious way. The moan you let out rang down the corridor but your attention wasn't on how loud you were being, your thoughts were on how big the Executioner was and how he may have ruined any other man for you and he wasn't even halfway in yet. He thrusted in a few more inches before the base of his cock was snug against your pelvis, his hips grinded on your swollen clit, your cunt clung to him from the stimulation. After giving you a brief moment to get adjusted to his cock he began to back his shaft from you before driving it back in with a deep, powerful thrust, punching noises and air from you. Each strong thrust loosened your legs from his waist and he decided to wrap his thick arms under them, he brought them up so that your ankles rested on his shoulders and the angle made it feel as though he was fucking into you deeper than before. Your nails dug into his biceps as he drilled into you, the wet sound of skin slapping skin and your meek moans were the only sounds that could be heard, his tongue hovered over your clit as a large glob of spit splattered onto it - his hips smeared and grinded it into your clit and your toes curled.

A silent scream left your lips as your pussy splashed the Executioner in your juices, your back arched sharply as the walls of your cunt throbbed intensely as it milked his cock. A rumbling groan vibrated inside his chest and his hips stuttered for a few thrusts before burying it deep within you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and thick, heavy ropes of cum coated your walls. His cock pulsed with each shot of cum and he gave a few small thrusts to fuck some of it into your cervix, laying claim over you by hoping to breed your fertile womb.

You let out a drawn out whine as you felt his cock slowly withdraw from your abused pussy, your gaping hole twitched as it tried to suck in the cum that slowly dripped out of it. Pyramid Head carefully set you onto the ground as he readjusted his apron, his hand grasped his weapon's handle before yanking his knife out of the floor. You lazily stared at the looming figure accepting your fate, knowing it was only going to last for so long before he killed you in painful ways only he can imagine. Your eyes closed as you waited for the final blow, hoping that he would be nice for once and show mercy with giving you a swift death yet none of that happened. You opened an eye to see what he was up to prior to opening your other eye to glance up at his still form.

A horrified gasp came from your left and you turned your head to see Yun-Jin Lee peeking around the corner, her hands covered her wide mouth and her eyes were almost popping out of her head, a disgusted and petrified looked was etched onto her features. Her eyes bore into your tired figure on the ground, too drained to even properly cover your exposed bottom when, faster than you had ever seen him move, Pyramid Head clutched a fist into the other woman's hair and threw her across the air, her body colided with the hard with a hard smack. Yun-Jin Lee yelped in distress and attempted to crawl away from him but he drove his knife into her calf, the blade sliced and shredded through her muscle and bone, and she let out a piercing scream that had you flinching away.

Yun-Jin Lee stared up at the Executioner with pleading eyes but they wouldn't reach him for he has already decided her fate. Lifting his blade high in the air he brought it down with fierce strength, swinging his weapon multiple times and created many deep, slash wounds - each one becoming more violent than the last. Pyramid Head slammed his blade across the forearm of Yun-Jin Lee, her right arm became detattched and slumped to the floor, while his foot crushed her mid-spine between him and the ground. Yun-Jin Lee was getting desperate and frantically thrashed around hoping to wiggle her way from under the intense judgement of the Executioner yet it was useless, he only put more of his heavy weight onto her spine and a cry of pain was torn from her. With two hands he raised his knife and, with the swiftest movement you've ever seen, he drove the blade into her back - a loud crack pierced through the air and a wet squelching could be heard when the knife sliced through Yun-Jin Lee.

The last of her breath escaped her dry lips before her body fell limp, her still figure stayed face down as Pyramid Head removes his weapon, from the now dead corpse, and turned his helmet toward you once again. A small feeling of dread shot through you for a split second but your brain was still foggy from the rough fucking he had given you just moments ago, and your limbs felt like they were made of lead - anytime you tried to move your arms or legs you were met with no response from your muscles. You watched as the Executioner walked over to your slumped body, examining your for a minute or two before he leant forward and wrapped an arm around you, lifting you from the ground and over his broad shoulder.

Pyramid Head started a steady gait toward one end of the corridor, his destination unknown, yet you weren't afraid of being hooked and being sacrificed to the Entity. He walked passed many hooks on his journey, your mind growing more and more confused while you watched one of the hooks fade around a corner as Pyramid Head continued on, his steps only speeding up once the howling, whimsical noise of the hatch could be heard. Pyramid Head turned quickly into a classroom, the hatch a few feet away from you both when he gently set you on your feet, his hand clutching onto your hips to steading you - and to grope you one last time. You warily glanced between the hatch and the Executioner, as if waiting for him to then crush your hopes of escape by beating you to the hatch and closing it, but he just stood there.

The Executioner subtly nodded over to the hatch, giving you a slight nudge toward it and you timidly made you way over to it. You looked back at Pyramid Head one last time and muttered a hushed thank you before disappearing into the hatch, the opening then slammed close and a black, smokey abyss surrounded the Executioner, teleporting him back into the killers realm. Somewhere in the back of his mind a faint voice promised him that within due time you'd be his, that you would become his pet and that was going to be his reward for being such a loyal being.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this fic! Make sure to like and reblog this to let me know that you want more <3 Had heaps of fun writing this and hope to write another banger soon 😎

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ALRIGHT! I told myself I would write this as a reward for finishing today's tasks, so lets go!

Here There Be - Director's Commentary :D!!

Starting with Chapter 1 part 1 (pages 1-4)

First of all, everyone say a big thank you to my friend and editor OurLadyOfCoffee for double checking the spelling and grammar for this comic.

Any mistakes in the writing are my own fault for making last minute changes and not showing her before posting. If she had gotten her hands on this page "missing in all the time in this city" would never have happened ( u_u)... I'll go back and fix the page eventually.

Pages 1 & 2 (and 20) did not exist in the original draft of the chapter. I made it to the lineart/inking stage and the page flow was not working. April's narration felt too cramped and boring. I completely redid the whole 4 page section, and the end the final result is so much better!

Page 1 - Panel 1 had two purposes! One, the establishing shot, introducing our setting. Two, to show that NYC is rebuilding after the Krang. Its been a few months and thanks to cartoon logic, they have made significant progress fixing everything.

I love to experiment with colour as a storytelling device. I use red/orange multiple times at specific points throughout the chapter. It simply morning in NYC or is there something dangerous on the horizon... (figuratively)? The good ol' "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning."

Page 1. Panel 2 has a little 1987 April reference with the lady in the jumpsuit on the right. I was really excited to see a few folks point it out, even if it's not quite the iconic yellow jumpsuit. The colour had to be muted or the bold yellow would pull attention away from April (the focus of the panel).

Hello Junior, what do you have there? Something that won't get context for a while? These panels almost didn't make it into the final cut due to page/panel limits. I was very happy that the added pages gave space for it.

Page 2 - someone sent an ask a while back confused about what April was saying, so to explain the text in a more straightforward way: "the mutants that started out as humans have been going missing, but no one knows how long it has been happening or who has taken them. April has figured out that the non-human based mutations disappeared first."

that orange again, this time over the spots where the now missing mutants used to be :)<. I have no idea if this sort of thing is too subtle or not subtle enough, but it makes me go eheehehee and rub my hands together like an evil mastermind.

Page 3 - I debated whether or not to have them move after the movie. How much structural damage did the Krang do on their way through? What are the chances of the lair being discovered because of this? Would the city be too focused on cleanup elsewhere to bother finding it? Do I really want to design a whole new lair when this one is cool and we barely got to see it? In the end I decided that it was more important to have a familiar visual that the readers can instantly identify as the turtle's home. We'll see if there are consequences for remaining in a potentially compromised lair. :)

Despite only showing two rooms in the page, I spent several hours gathering references and building a layout for the entire station lair. I do not control the hyperfocus, it controls me.

Did you know that there are two different designs for this one archway in the main room? I love seeing stuff like this! If an animation studio with multiple background artists can have small inconsequential inconsistencies like this, then it's completely ok if it happens in my own work. It's relieving in a weird way.

PAGE 3 - panel 5 is another way I tried to show that a few months have passed since the movie. They have put some work into unpacking some of those boxes stacked in the back.

Page 4 - Hello Two Phones Jones <3

The Jones Duo! They both have a little outfit change :D! CJ has a rough edged jean vest calling back to the 1990 movie with 03 colours. Casey has a base outfit colour change to match and a cropped hoodie reminiscent of 1987, in pink ofc.

I do not yet have the skills to show the fight that happened in that shipping yard, so I decided that this comic would begin in the tense quiet after it. This also starts us closer to the actual plot instead of dilly dallying. Maybe I'll eventually make a prelude comic to show what all went down.

Aaand that's pretty much it for April's 03 style narrated opening sequence! This is where the intro theme would start playing~

Thank you for the star, I hope this was interesting! I make so many small decisions per page, it's nice to share some of my thoughts. :)