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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Otis B Driftwood x Reader || Excerpt

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Nasty Pimp: *Tries to put hands on you* Otis (Who is nastier): 💥!🖕🖕🏒!🔨!🔨!... 🩸.. 🩸.. 🩸...

Warnings!!!!: The setting is a nasty home-brothel, the main characters are you, Otis and a gross pimp called Ritchie Fat-Tits McCoy, and uh- oh yeah, genitalia mutilation. I think that covers it.

"Hey- what do you we have, here?"

"Otis!" You cry, relief flooding through you as you slip away from the guy (Ritchie 'Fat-Tits' McCoy, brothel owner and yours and Otis' and the others' host for tonight's night of depravity) and jumping up from the couch which you're pretty sure is the home to some feral mammal by the smell and the... movement. Otis' dark, heavy-set eyes follow you carefully and non-too-happily as you get behind him, where you feel safe, before roaming down to Ritchie again.

"... So? Y'gonna answer me?"

Ritchie does not understand the peril he is in right now, grinning lazily back at Otis. "Aw, mate don't be like that. The bitch and I were just talkin'- You cant blame me for gettin' a few feels in too; What can I say?" His eyes float over to your thighs shifting in his mammalian infested couch to make his bulge more comfortable. "I'm an animal."

Your lips form a firm line, your eyes hardening as you look away; Feeling sick.

... Otis gives a huff, almost a chuckle, a sound that could almost denote pleasantness if you didn't know him well- or even not so well- or you didn't just look at his face. You don't need to look at his face, because you do know the bastard well, but you can picture it; An evil sneer dragging his face apart and a murderous sparkle in his dead-eyes as he glances around the room . "... cant blame you, huh?? Ehh, well... "

"No harm no foul- Didnt even get my fingers wet." Ritchie shrugs, still not getting it. He is two seconds from irreparable brain damage, or losing his nut sack- if he's lucky. "Just c'mon, siddown with me and- hey, Cass! Grab us 2 warm beers, and don't you fucken spit in them again yeah? Not into that, no- I'm not into that fucken shit!"

You watch as Otis' eyes flicker to a broken hockey stick, just one of the useless, dank trash-things thrown around in this shit-hole; The edge sharp, jagged and dipped in some dark mystery liquid. Casually, he picks it up and you peer around him to catch a smirk on his scary face. Oh, no.

"Ritch, you have got some balls on you." Otis comments, hitting one palm with the end of the hockey gently; Testing its durability.

"... huh?"

Then there was screaming. Blood curdling, all-consuming man-screaming. With one calculated and yet savage thrust, Otis has forced the infected, jagged end of that old broken hocket stick directly into Ritchie's bulge. And its like something popped, because with a crack and a squish, there's suddenly blood, everywhere.

You just stand there, eyes wide and frozen. You were expecting it, but its still horrible.

After twisting the jagged wood in his groin, Otis yanks it out and drops the weapon off to the side; Every movement methodical, and tired. Almost like he didn't even take joy in what he's just done, he just felt like it needed to be done. Eyes flickering over to him, you reach for his arm and wrap you arms around it, almost in a traumatised trance.

He allows you to curl around his arm, but his attention is still on Ritch- writhing and hands twitching towards the bloody, meaty mess. Still screaming and yelling.

"What can I say? Heheh." Finally, a genuine grin slips across Otis' mouth. "I'm an animal, Ritch! We're all just animals, right?" Suddenly the smile's wiped off his face again, as you watch; Your fingers tighten on him simultaneously. He truly is, completely insane. "Cant fucken blame me."

Ritchie doesn't say a damn thing, though you aren't sure he could if he wanted to. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of both Spaulding and Baby sighing and dropping whatever they were doing; Ready to go now since Otis ruined the fun. While all the blood in his body seems to gush out of the filthy bastards privates and he grows sickly pale, Otis shakes you off his arm abruptly, just to throw it over your shoulders, instead, pulling you warm into his body. He smells and theirs old and fresh blood alike soaking his shirt, but you're used to it. And you're happy to have your freak wrapped around you, protecting you, making you warm.

"C'mon now, sweethart- I'm sure we can find somethin better to do tonight." Turning you both, Otis starts towing you out of the gross little home brothel. "See ya, Ritch. Have a fucken night."

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reinerswarrior · 1 year

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The Warrior's Folly Part 4 (Finale)

Previous part Warnings: double penetration, overtsim, breeding kink, nipple play, teasing, swearing, typical smut stuff

You look at him and smile slightly but its a smile that has Reiner on guard and he stares at you suspiciously "w-what do you mean?" He asked and you respond with nothing, you simply just turn around and ignore Reiner as you begin raising your hips and slamming them down again, making Bertholdt tilt his head back and let out a garbled moan

"J-just sit there and watch...but there is absolutely NO touching yourself or anything...just use your eyes" You tell Reiner as you slam your ass down on Bertholdt, the sound of his balls hitting your ass filled the room and it only made Reiner more jealous as he sat down in the edge of the bed across the room, the mattress dipping under his weight and his erection strained at his pants

He watches with a furrowed brown. His pants were tight and he could feel the dull ache of his arousal under his pants and it was killer for him as he groaned slowly "S-Sweetcheeks...how can You be so rude?" he complained as he shifted his hips in an attempt to get his erection to rub against his fabric and get him off better and you glare at him slightly as he does so

"f-fine...touch yourself...but dont fucking undo your pants" You decide and he was quick to draw a palm to his erection and he palmed it eagerly while his eyelid's were half closed and you were beautiful in his eyes...the way you were bouncing so eagerly on Bertholdt and it gave him the best view of your ass as it jiggled with each bounce

His gaze drifted from your ass to Bertholdt's hips and up his lean torso that was dripping with sweat and was rising and falling rapidly with each breath and you arched your back, burying your head into Bertholdt's where Reiner could see your jaw working and knew by Bertholdt's eager gasp that you were biting his neck but then the whine that left Bertholdt's mouth made Reiner's eyes widen

you were oblivious to the way Bertholdt's back was arching and the way his whines were drawing to a crescendo and it seemed like Bertholdt was oblivious to it to but Reiner could see the tense expression in Bertholdt's face as tears began to roll down his cheeks from overstimulation while your cunt swallowed his cock but then Reiner saw the taller male tense "y/n-! He's gonna cum-!" Reiner barked as he shot up halfway from the bed as if he would be able to make it to you in time and pull you from the taller males twitching cock but he was halfway across the floor when it happened

You shot your head up and was about to leap off of Bertholdt but you were too late and you felt him explode inside you with a wet sticky heat that splurted against your inner walls as Bertholdt cry of unexpected pleasure reverberated off the walls and it was so sexy it made you clench as you came, back arching so hard you fell backwards but instead of falling you hit a firm and strong chest and Reiner's strong burly arms wrapped around you as you squirted onto Bertholdt's hip while the man shook underneath you, delivering a few more drops of cum into your fertile womb

You shook above Bertholdt as you felt his cock heat up your insides with its hot cum and you knew he was possibly impregnating you right this second and for a moment the idea was making you tremble with excitement against Reiner's chest but once the aftershocks of your orgasm faded, horror soon replaced it as you stared at Bertholdt but the male was slumped back against the pillows against his back and bliss was filling his face as he didnt yet understand the repercussions yet

Reiner's breath was hot against your neck as he panted even though he wasnt even the one who was doing any of the activities "Goddamn it, Bertholdt" He growled against your neck and that was when Bertholdt's eyes popped open and his mouth went agape in a gasp "O-Oh y/n-! I'm sorry-..I couldn't-...I wasn't-..I'm sorry" he was practically in tears as his voice shook before he was shushed by you giving him a small smile "It's fine.. There's nothing w-we can do now...If it happens, it happens and ill be proud to give y-you a strong child" That made the softened cock in you twitch

But Reiner was the one who wasnt happy, his glare boring into the tall male who was squirming underneath you and he grunted "so you mean to tell me...You let HIM fill you up..breed you..and you leave me here with the bluest balls in the island...and you're just OK with that?" He asked in a low tone from his chest that made you shiver. His deep voice was so sexy..especially when he made it vibrate at its low octave and you knew he had to be doing that on purpose just to get under your skin and even after coming so may times, it excited you immensely "Yes Re-Rei-" You stammer at him and you watch him cock an eyebrow before he frowned. He looked so jealous that it darkened his face and his eyes were just golden amber slits as he glared at you both but you were determined to make him pay for what he did to you both as you wiggle your ass against his erected shaft in his pants

He lets out a rumbling moan as that delicious girthy shaft slipped between your ass curves and began to rut up and down as you look back at him,watching his hands grab your ass cheeks and grip onto them before you as you felt the warm stickiness of his precum leak onto your skin "Thats it Reiner- Feel what you chose not to use" You say and you almost regret saying it when you see the hurt, guilty look he shot your way before he opened his mouth "Please...let me inside..I promise I wont put it inside anyone else...Except of course Bertl" He says and the mentioned male let out a groan and shook his head,his embarrassed face hidden under the crook of his elbow he was using to hide his face "N-No..not today...I-I cant cum any more" He whined as the taller males green eyes peeked over his arm, Red from tears of pleasure and you smile

That makes you let out a chuckle and you look at Reiner and judging my the cocky smirk that slid onto his face, You both knew what was probably about to happen "Oh my sweet baby boy" You coo at him as you push his arm away and brush his hair back and he looks up at you with a look akin to a puppy in love and you lean down to kiss his lips "Yes you can" You say and you immediately feel him squirm underneath you as his face pales but then he knew he couldnt say anything but the safeword to change your mind so he went silent before you look back at Reiner and purse your lips "Do you think I should give you another chance?" A firm nod answered your question so you speak again "Do you promise not to EVER find a place inside anyone but us?" Another nod and then you smile, This time it was warm and inviting and a pair of plump lips met yours as you nod "Then I'll give you one last chance....make sure it never happens again" You say and he answered with a obnoxious whoop and a "Yes Ma'am" before you hear the rustling of fabric while you look down at the overstimulated man underneath you

You dont need to know whats happening behind you as you run your palms up Bertholdt's chest and your thumbs tease at his nipples, a sweet moan meeting your lips as his lips part and his cheeks harbor a rosy flush paired with trails of sweat and his face was something you wish you could draw and frame to keep forever but for now you could only stare at it in admiration and implant it into your mind as you pull your hips up and let the taller males half hard shaft slip out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut with a groan, feeling the warmth of his cum sliding out of you and it was a new feeling that you had never felt before, But you loved it and knew you were going to get addicted to it. You knew Bertholdt saw it too because you noticed his chest rise with pride and his lips lift into a smile, Green eyes lighting up like never before and you giggle "Here I thought Reiner was the only one with a raging breeding kink" You say in amusement which earned a grunt behind you and the feeling of a hand slap your ass lightly "shut it, You slut" came Reiner's deep voice and it definitely shut you up as he chuckled, Mostly over how Bertholdt covered his face and looked away

Your legs were shaky and you couldnt move as well as usual after your earlier activities but you managed to turn to face Reiner, and you paused when you saw what he was doing. You had seen it before but it never failed to make you freeze. His pants were gone along with his shirt, leaving him nude as he was standing with his legs spread out slightly in a dominating stance while his bicep bulged while he quickly stroked his cock. The slicking sound of his masturbation had gotten past you because it just didnt register but goddamn it did now-... You swallow the spit gathered in your mouth before you could start drooling as he gave you a sassy smirk and his thumb ran over his tip to gather up some of his precum that was gathering. It was more girth than length and you loved to watch the veins on his shaft throb when he was very aroused and now you couldnt take your eyes off of him "Heh..Like what you see, Sweetheart?" He asked in a purr as you nod and you felt Bertholdt sit up behind you not wanting t miss out on the fun while his chest presses up against yours and his arms wrap around you in an embrace, watching over your shoulder

"Heh..I know YOU do, Hoover...You sucked it just a few hours ago" Reiner said cockily and you snort, Remembering sitting on the bed as you watched the taller male on his knees, gripping Reiner's strong thighs as he struggled to take him down his throat and the memory of Reiner pulling out to unexpectedly shoot his load all over the poor males face made your thighs clench "F-Fuck" You murmur and then shake your head, getting impatient "Hey-...Why are we just reminiscing...Lets get started...I think we can get somethin goin-"

Your cocky attitude didnt last long ......."O-oh Reiner-!" You moan into Bertholdts mouth as you feel the blondes fingers knuckle deep inside you as your nails dig into the back of Bertholdt who was propped up and leaning against you to kiss you and distract you from the stretch of your back hole and you appreciate it, you knew that he knows all the ways to make you comfortable, which Reiner did too but he was more greedy and sometimes forgets when hes desperate, especially like nowBertholdt groaned into your mouth as he felt your long nails dig into his skin and it made you both shiver against each other while Reiner's spit slicked fingers thrusted and curled inside you, occasionally scissoring you apart before his lips pressed against the nape of your neck, causing goosebumps to run down your body while you whined softly for the male.

Your earlier dominance had faded ever since you felt both males inside you in more than one way The two males worked together in sync to please you and make your body feel good. but all good times must come to an end as Reiners thick fingers slid out of you and he grinned, straightening up as he rubbed your back. But you all knew the good times were just starting for real this time. "I think your ready.." came Reiners gravelly tone before he nodded at the taller male who gulped and then nodded back You knew they were cooking up the position for the next round and next thing you knew, you were pulled back by Reiner and Bertholdt scooted along with you and his long erection slipped from you onto his abs and soon Bertholdts feet landed on the floor as his legs dangled off the bed and he held you in his lap, yet he pulled you forward as he leaned back so your body could bend over and expose your ass

"P-Please..Just fuck me already-" You begged the blonde as you craned your head around to see him spitting down on his shaft and rub it into his skin to slick it up and he glanced up at you through his eyelids and he smirked devilishly "I think you know thats EXACTLY what I'm going to do to you" He growled as he slapped your ass with his cock and then he pushed it towards your hole and you tensed in anticipation which made Bertholdt hiss "O-Oh-!y/n-!" He breathed as he gripped onto you as tightly as you had gripped onto him earlierPoor Bertholdt had been hard for the past 10 minutes with no relief and he wasnt able to keep his mind focused as his erection pulsed and it was hot and heavy inside you, and you could feel the very lust that he held inside his body. "Fuck baby boy...Your so hard for me...You want to cum so bad dont you?" You cooed and he nodded eagerly. "Then Lay back and let me take care of you" You murmur as you lean forward and nibble on his ear which makes him squirm

"Take a deep breath for me sweetheart..s'gonna be a tight squeeze" You hear Reiner purr as he tenderly kissed your shoulder from behind and you could feel the very body heat radiating off of him onto your back and then you braced yourself for his entrance and within seconds you felt pressure against your backside and then his tip breached your entrance, making you grip onto Bertholdt's shoulders as the ravennette leaned over and began to kiss your neck with a gentle suction, just enough to distract you as the girth of the blonde pushed slowly into you inch by inch making you wince, tears gathering around your eyes from the stretchEven though you should be used to it, You couldnt help but to struggle to take his girth, he was so well endowed and then as he pushed his way past your tight walls his balls finally rested against your cunt as you rose up off of Bertholdt who was staring up at you in admiration but then he looked past your shoulder and his cock jumped against his stomach.

Reiner's face was so pretty, scrunched up and Bertholdt could practically feel how tight your ass was due to the pure expression of pleasure on the blondes face but then his eyes opened and met green ones "E-enjoying the show?" The blonde rasped with a smirk You were silent as you studied Bertholdt and waited, trying to get used to the feeling of Reiner's cock buried deep in your ass. Bertholdt nodded slightly and then you felt the cock inside you shift as Reiner leaned over you and his lips met Bertholdt's instantly and the other male melted into the kiss as your cunt flutters over nothing at the sight.

They knew what they were doing

They both knew that you always got turned on by them interacting, they had figured that out easily when you asked them to fuck each other and you just watched, playing with yourself as you listened to thier moans and thier bodies colliding. Your eyes watched Reiner's lips swallow Bertholdt's and you could even see a bit of thier tongues as they intertwined in a lustful makeout session coupled with Reiner s low grunts and Bertholdt s soft pants. But soon they part and saliva connects thier lips together before they both turn thier heads to look at you and you stare at them hungrily

"Please...just fuck me you two...both..at the same time...right now" You try to demand but your voice gets shaky and it came out as more of a beg than a command and both males look at each other and then back to you. There was a mutual understanding between them that it was about time to start paying attention to you and Bertholdt reached down, fumbling with his cock before he grasped it by its base and then he aligned it to your entrance "A-are you sure you can take it?" he asked and your face softened. He was always so innocent and caring...he was the pure definition of a sweetheart.

"Oh Baby-"

You whispered as you reach up and caress the others face with your thumb rubbing across his lips, swollen from Reiner's rough kiss and you smile "I'm ready...just do it.. We've done it before" You say and then he nods before he aligns himself and then you take initiative and lower yourself down. All three of you gasp as you sink down on Bertholdt cock and you were in heaven, feeling how both of thier cock ground against each other inside you, seperated by only a little bit of your body. You felt them both twitch and pulse against your walls and your fingers grip onto Bertholdt's biceps and Reiner's teeth bury themselves in your neck to hide his face as he groaned deeply

As the three of you went still, trying to gain composure and wait for you to get used to their cocks, you leaned back and urged Reiner to plant his soft lisp on yours and kiss you, enjoying his taste and you were thankful that Krista was no longer on his lips and it was just you, you and Bertholdt...the three of you for the rest of your short lives. You smile against his lips and you feel him return the smile as the lips moved and ground against each other in a passionate dance and a tuff of soft hair was felt against your neck before you felt lips attach to your clavicle and you smiled, your hand coming up to run your fingers through Bertholdt's hair as he kissed your neck and it was too much because you were too eager to cum, so you began to rock your hips and both men inhaled sharply so on sync it was almost funny if you had been paying attention

"Move"

It only took one word from you before both men grasped onto you, Bertholdt's hands on your upper sides under your armpits and Reiner's settled on your hips before Reiner began to rock his hips slowly causing Bertholdt to part his lips in a pleasured expression and you to moan out Reiner's name but then Bertholdt got a little bit jealous so his hips gave an experimental thrust and it made your eyes roll back, they felt so good together at the same time especially when Bertholdt's cock slid so effortlessly due to his residual semen inside you and when you remembered that he had likely impregnated you, your cunt clenched and both men hissed

"Fuck-!y/n-!" Reiner growled as he held your hips and pulled them back roughly as he grunted and his balls would slap against Bertholdt's, stimulating both men in the dirtiest way possible. Bertholdt's long arms wrapped around Your back and he latched onto you for dear life as his eyes closed and his cheek rested on your shoulder, his whole body hunched over in order to achieve the right angle to do so while he groaned "F-fuck..m'gonna move now" He whispered next to your ear as a warning before his thighs flexed and he began moving. With you sitting on top of him it was less of thrusts and more of a rhythmic rolling and rocking of his hips and both cocks slid in and out, almost able to frot each other as both men were panting eagerly on either side of you

You were on cloud nine, You felt so secure sandwiched between two muscular men who were stimulating you in the most arousing and vulnerable way ever as your moans drifted up in between thier bodies as they began to rock in sync. It was like a lustful exchange of energy...but in fact that was indeed what it was as you twitched in between them. After a few moments of the bed creaking under your body, a pair of arms wrapped around your torso and then rough hands began to grope at your nipples and tease them, making your back arch against the firm chest of Reiner

"A-Ah-..fuck-!" You cry out before you feel that coil deep in your guts start to stir, and the men could sense it too as thier thrusts got more pointed but then it was Bertholdt who was coming to his end first "F-fuck...C-Can I-?" Then two voices interrupted him as you respond with a gasping "yes-!" But then it was mixed with a growly "NO-!" From the blonde behind you as the fingers on your nipples pinched them roughly paired with a warning jolt of his hips against you, making your head and eyes roll but Bertholdt's eyes darted from his face to yours, checking in with you to be sure since he knew it was your body, so your choice

You reach back and dig your fingers into Reiner's hair and you 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭, making him hiss harshly and his cock pulses in you "Dont be jealous b-baby..." You whisper venomously as you feel his thighs clench behind you "If you had behaved, I might of considered it...But no, he gets to cum inside tonight" You decide as you looked back at the male in front of you whos face was red and tense in an attempt to hold back his orgasm "Cum-!" You order and you were amazed at how his face immediately relaxed and his lips fell open in a blissful expression as warmth was immediately pumped into you and you could feel his creamy hot serum being pumped into your walls, crowding his cock and draining out around his cock

"Fuck...you....𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩-!" Reiner swore at you as his aggression spiked through his thrusts as they got short and downright torturously pleasureful as he jabbed at your insides and then Bertholdt whimpered as he pushed at your hips, trying to push himself back and out of you for he felt like he was going to pass out if he kept getting stimulated so you obliged and pulled up, Letting his spent cock slide out of you and onto his stomach, softening back into his sheath as he panted and fell back against the bed and you didnt hear him speak again, and you were pretty sure he actually passed out at that point

It was just you and Reiner now that Bertholdt was out on the bed in front of you too and you fell forward, going on your hands and knees and by the excited grunt that left Reiner, You knew you had sparked a fire. "Thats it, sweetheart...all fours just for me-" He Purred before he leaned down and kissed up your spine, sending jolts of electricity spreading down your body as you gasped. His balls now slapped your clit as he started up a whole new round of speed to eagerly fuck into your pliant body. You yelp with each completed thrust before your hands reach and scratch down the comforter "T-Too much-..m'gonna cum for y-you Reiner-!" You call and he grinned

"M-Me too...Gonna creampie this ass..s-so full of my cum-..you'll be leakin my kids for weeks-" He purred and then the words made you clench your ass in excitement but your cunt felt so empty so you reached down, shoving two fingers inside yourself before you felt yourself teeter towards the edge and then your back arched and your head flew up, nearly hitting Reiner in the nose if he didnt duck his head down to nuzzle your neck as his cock began to pulse and then you felt his body coil up for a climax but you were already cumming, your ass and cunt clenching and throbbing as your climax squirted out of you along with Bertholdts cum, hanging in white strings but Reiner couldnt hold back any more

He let out a sound similar to a roar as he came hard into you, hips coming to a harsh stop and his balls pressed against your cunt and you could feel them pulsing as they emptied into your ass through his hot cock. You felt spurts of semen cover your walls in your ass as his body trembled against yours and his loud climax lessened into low groans as he nuzzled your neck with his lips "O-Oh..O-Oh my fucking ..GOD-..." He exclaimed breathlessly as sweat rolled down his face and his blonde hair stuck to his forehead but you just looked back at him and smirked, even though you were on shaky arms and legs

"That's what you would be missing out on if you ever left us~"

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cirusthecitrus · 8 months

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If it's not too late for the ask meme, how about wrong hordak?

Thanks for the ask^^

First impression: One of the things I anticipated the most before s5 dropped was the clones. So I was veeery excited to meet Wrong Hordak, I was literally obsessed with him. The funniest cutest fucked up little guy who, it seemed, was made just for me. (Partially because one of my early clone OCs was just like Wrongie personality-vise lol) I was still sad that the other clones didnt get much focus, but at least i had WH and Hordak

Impression now: Wrong Hordak is still my baby and I'll keep justifying his existence till my last breath, but now I see many problems with his arc and his place in the story. The way his trauma was treated is simply disgusting, and the fact that WH is never taken seriously by no one, even the writers, even when he's distressed and scared, even when he is forced to watch his entire world burn makes my blood boil. He didnt even get a proper name by the end... Yes, it could've worked better if it was Hordak instead of WH, I too wanted brainwashed Hordak to join the rebellion. And yes, Wrongie wasnt even that useful, mainly being nothing but a joke character. He also failed as an attemt to help humanize the clones, so the rest of his brothers stayed mindless drones, not getting a hint of sympathy from the narrative nor most of the viewers

Anyway, I'm stealing Wrong Hordak from DreamWorks, my character now

Favorite moment: "Brothers! There's nothing to see heeere! :D" and "We put amniotic fluid in there :| No, that was a joke :>"

Also every scene where he copies someone's expressions and movements

Idea for a story: ooh I've been sitting on this one for so long. Call it an au or a rewrite, but the idea is:

Wrongie gets disconnected way, way earlier, after trying to stop Catra and Glimmer from escaping. The first to find him was Hordak, and after he notices something familiar about his brother's pain, he chooses to stay with him and even comfort him. While Prime and the clones are busy with other mess, he decides not to tell anyone about WH's problem. He can't explain why he wants to keep his brother out of the hivemind and possibly get himself into trouble, but he is quick to justify his decision (oh Prime is too busy right now, oh he just doesnt want to distract him, its not that important etc)

And thus begin the brothers' shenanigans, where Hordak tries to watch over confused Wrongie, while he's struggling to adapt and act normal. During the time they spent together Wrongie sees more of "the real Horde" and slowly starts to question Prime, and Hordak shows his protective side and remembers more and more of his old life and his old self

In this story it is Hordak who gets taken with the rebellion, but only after a moment of resistance, because 1) he didnt fully remember Entrapta yet and saw the others as the enemy 2) he was worried about Wrong Hordak and tried to take his brother with him. Now WH is all by himself on the Velvet Glove and still has to keep a low profile. Eventually he gets closer with other clones and helps them see the truth as well, starting a small rebellion of his own. So during the final battle the etherian rebellion is going to have a trusted ally on "the other side", who can help with distractions and hacking Prime's systems. And ofc, seeing his brother safe and sound and freed will boost Hordak's morale even more before his inevitable last meetup with Horde Prime

Unpopular opinion: I think it won't be hard for WH and Hordak to become close friends. Hordak fell in love with this ball of energy called Entrapta and got attached to Imp who likes to mess with him, I'm sure he won't find Wrong Hordak too cheerful or too annoying (oh he will be annoyed, no doubt, but is he going to see his brother as a nuisance because of it? Nah-uh) Sure, WH might make Hordak feel insecure at first, cause Wrongie is more "likeable" and has no defects, but not to the point of barely tolerating or avoding him

And they have a lot in common? Same background, similar traumas, and they both still have a lot to learn about the real world, they can learn and grow together. Plus, I'm sure Wrongie is going to freaking adore Hordak and see him as his hero and role model, and there's no way Hordak is going to stay cold and distant for long after being showered with so much love So yeah, they're besties your honor (even if only in my heart u-u)

Favorite relationship: friendship with Entrapta and also possible future friendship with Hordak and Imp. My guy was born to be the funny uncle

Favorite headcanon: I really enjoy the idea of him being rebellious even before the events of the show. The comment under that one storyboard says that Wrongie's pod was used for reconditioning, so something must have happened for him to get in there. He must have known too much, or was too vocal and disobedient, or just different and Prime didnt like that. Perhaps when WH was yelling "Brothers, HP lied to us, he's a false ruler!" it was him remembering all those things he was trying to say to his brothers before he got silenced by Prime. Also maybe he was the only clone who knew about Krytis, so when the rebellion took Wrongie it might have got Prime stressing a lil bit, because, sure, he did send him for reconditioning, but what if that clone still remembers something he shouldnt know?

#ask memes #ramblings #spop #wrong hordak #hordak #horde clones #shera #spacebats #the galactic horde #spop meta #spop au #cirus doodles things #sketch #my art #edge lorde

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lukewarmkraftsingle · 2 years

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hello, tumblr user adekuscrub. i am the anon who sent you the ask about reigen's divorce.

i would firstly like to apologize for the demeanor of my previous ask: from what xkit tells me, it was 27 minutes after the ball dropped for new years and i was facing my most cathartic experience yet. following a dream where i was in love with reigen (note: i am aroace), i fell madly obsessed with mp100 and was desperately searching the tags, posting like a kpop girl and her bias. in that sudden delirium (where i was also screaming silently in a discord voice call), i had stumbled upon a fateful video.

if it was any other night, im certain i would give a good chuckle, queue, and move on. but it was not that night. i was absolutely taken. even now, as i think of what to say next, i am replaying the video in another tab because it tickles me so. im going to leave it on loop now. anyways, as you might have guessed: your video had sent me into a frenzied state of dire need.

surprisingly, i didnt have any of the questions you delved into. i believe the mere idea of reigen, a 29-year-old man, being wrecked by divorce and now raising a 14-year-old teenager, was enough to launch my brain into the stratosphere. as i recall, the feeling was akin to being High As Hell and discovering birds can fit in your mouth. (small birds, anyway. im not sure someone can fit an eagle). all i needed was context, information, anything that could add into the brand new fantasy my mind had begun to leech on.

and, as i had asked, you delivered. i greatly enjoyed the screenshots, by the way. and the cat ears gamer headset reigen rendition. i have saved that image to my photos folder for my private enjoyment. i am grateful for the response, as it has brought me several fits of giggles and satisfaction to my mp100-riddled mind. and now, after three unnecessary asks (my apologies. i know its a lot), i will go into my own commentary on the mp100 divorced au.

Of course hes gay. Why wouldn’t he be? as a serirei fan myself, i imagine the ultimate continuation of reigen’s disastrous love life would be finding comfort in his anxiety-riddled employee/business partner (i feel like they addressed his title in the reigen spinoff, but i cannot remember at the moment). in this same line, yes, it would be difficult imagining reigen married to a woman. but, as you have already addressed, this is an alternative universe of our own making. more so, this is a story of discovering oneself through messy trial and error. course, i dont think hes actually been through several divorces, as “trial and error” implies. just the one.

as for with whom: i didnt know what a ‘lavender wedding’ was either, but found it entertaining all the same. i imagine they would have met at reigen’s old job, maybe bonding over similar feelings of loneliness. and maybe the divorce is what lead reigen to quitting said job. something like a not-so-midlife midlife crisis. but, as i mentioned, i enjoy the theme of self discovery. this reasoning is also why i cannot bring myself to entertain the ‘ex-husband from reigen spinoff’ pipeline, because it would the same thing. sorry, gays.

unfortunately, this has brought me into a rut, because i cannot for the life of me think of an identity for our mysterious ex wife. i suppose the ex-coworker idea would work. if it means going into my tastes, her lesbianism would get retconned. though now that i think about it, who said she had to be a lesbian during their marriage? maybe she went into self-discovery, too. yes, i think i like this idea more. it would bring up the possibility of an epilogue, a rehashing of old dirt and patching up sore feelings. maybe a friendship shaped from divorce. i dont know.

to end this dialogue (as i am suddenly aware that the google doc is nearing 800 words), however or whoever reigen settled this divorce with is up to viewers discretion, of course. i find more enjoyment in the emotions reigen would experience post-divorce. how would it feel, knowing your confidant wouldnt, couldnt, accept such an integral piece of you? how would that loneliness sink into you, as you struggle to find another partner who stand to be near you, much less deal with your lies and fakeouts? you want to be someone, but nobody wants you to be that person, their person. its sweetly disgusting how these thoughts swirl in my head. i guess i just like to push this guy’s buttons.

my apologies. i meant to end it there, but i went on another tangent instead. either way, i hope my thoughts brings you something to consider. you probably werent expecting a letter. and im sure some of these thoughts were a bit irrelevant… nonetheless! i open my sincere feelings to you, spurred by passion, delirium, and some sort of disease in my little head. thank you so much for reading, if you ever got to this point. feel free to respond at your leisure.

p.s. you might be wondering why im speaking like this. you see, your reply was a surprise to me: it held the cadence of some sort of indie author receiving their first fan letter, passionate and inquisitive. have you ever watched a film or video with an accent or way or speaking, and, whether by accident or on purpose, you adopt said accent? you could say this was what happened. because no i dont normally write like this. Also i love that ACNL track; it brings fond memories.

[the previous ask. for posterity. what can i say. i like to be thorough]

thanks for the follow-up! the situation unfolds. this was received in a similar manner to the previous one, first thing in the morning, but much earlier, i must admit. as the invigoration of the holidays fades from view, unfortunately, i am being reminded that i have items that i am responsible for, and life is slowly fitting itself back into the typical slog. lovely way to begin such a day, however! that little blue dot on my inbox was as a freshly received, carefully sealed letter which i could not wait to simply tear into. an excellent letter indeed, the sort that i want to read many times over and fully soak in. unfortunately, i am quite bad with envelopes. i can never get a clean peel, or tear across the top, without the entire thing going into little pieces. it's a bit of a weak point for me, but i am too stubborn to use a letter opener. i suppose it doesn't matter. the envelope is not as important as the contents, and you have certainly given me some contents. truly, the envelope icon is a lovely skeuomorph.

enough of that, though. i am absolutely floored. this is all i ever could have hoped for in response. i will attempt to address things in an orderly fashion.

i understand your frenzied circumstances, certainly. it reminds me somewhat of how i felt after i watched mob psycho. well. it reminds me a bit too much of how i watched mob psycho.

this needs to be approached as i approached it. i am not an anime watcher. certainly not. i have dabbled previously, but not with any depth. it's not an uncommon thing on the internet, especially when you have friends who are into anime. the most i had seen was some of my hero academia, some of ouran high school, and the game theory ddlc videos, which may or may not count as anime. i am not a man of anime experience. however, i am a man of mishandling television.

please ignore the current state of my profile. a recent development. it doesn't matter. my profile picture was certainly not reigen at the time.

this is a message sent moments before disaster. and the verdict?

all within 6 days. it's not a terribly long show. could have been worse, yes?

but oh. i have now remembered. i have repeatedly neglected to clear my browser history. for months. many other things stuck in a similar purgatory. it's fine. it provides me with information such as this:

(not to worry. all watched for free, so subbed at the time, with the most powerful ad-blocker known to man, mind you. this is a screenshot of firefox history, okay, and those blocker things run like crazy. my ad-blocker does not mess around.)

started september twenty-third at 9:11 pm, ended on september twenty-fourth at 4:19 pm. all within less than twenty-four hours. i feels as though we are taking part in some sort of mental illness competition. no one is winning. and i say this with affection.

i shortly after dragged gf into this, and we both watched to the end of season 3, through, ah, let's say, alternate means. lovely. and mob psycho is now my go-to thing that i absolutely will not shut up about. my divorce musings should be sufficient proof.

i can't say that it was driven by any sorts of uh. dreams. as yours was that night. but my god. what a way to kick off the new year for you. that is just. i don't even know what to do with that information. i simply need to take it in, over and over. what a couple of paragraphs. what a description. i love it.

i am glad that the cat ear headphones reigen has been well-appreciated. i suppose i only have one other tidbit to add about that image: they are based on a pair i had myself when i was younger. a dearly beloved pair of headphones. i have since misplaced them. they are not fully lost, simply lying in wait, in the depths of some sort of storage area type of situation. the sort of thing you find when you decide to re-organize your room one day.

well. i could elaborate a bit more. there are, in fact, more mspaint drawings.

here is one based on the artful combination of my old discord status and picture, and

here is one that gf used as a profile picture! matching profile pictures! adorable. hers changed shortly after mine did. we were both holding out to see who would change first. an unspoken war. i lost to that one piece of art for the show, made for the urban legends episode, i believe. the one that is in the screenshots from the last post. but how could i not? it is such a beautiful image. to me. i love it dearly. as to avoid repeating myself, i have left some Normal tags on a post containing it, if you are inclined to dig a bit for them.

i am glad that you have garnered such enjoyment from my video, though. personally, when i make something like that, i'll open up my videos folder occasionally and watch it a few times over. that happened more with the video i made for the last response, though. i quite like the feel of that one. i just end up being entirely too pleased with my own silly videos.

a handful of my postings betray a similar appreciation for gay business men. this is the clear follow-up to divorce in my mind. and as i recall from the reigen manga, there was an addressing of Serizawa's title: i believe that it is officially "my man," of course, the highest honor an employee can be given. incredible.

(i know what you are actually referring to, but i do not have the actual part on hand, terribly sorry.)

i do appreciate your placement of self-discovery and trial and error as a vital point for all of this, and as it has brought me to further thoughts. i would like to elaborate on that a bit more in tandem with societal expectations, all while getting vaguely personal, as that is the only way i can think clearly to properly get my ideas across.

like most, i would venture to say, i have lived a very large portion of my life in an environment where heterosexuality was very much the standard situation. a place where any sorts of marriages followed by gayness-induced divorces or lavender weddings would be born. my younger years were filled with a specific idea of what an "attractive person" should be, how "crushes" should happen in pre-teen through teenage years, and other items along those lines. i figure these typical standards are familiar. for myself, they birthed a sort of good ol' 'merican suburbia-induced conundrum. out of an unshakable and then unidentifiable confusion from these standards, i shut myself out of entertaining any sort of thoughts of relationships outside of platonic ones, and, to a degree, i found comfort in aroace labels as i learned those terms, simply because i did not experience attraction in the ways that people around me were peddling. for myself, my distaste for such things was not born of a very healthy place. being the young and generally introverted person i was, i found it much easier to shut out anything romantic, rather than partaking in any sort of aggressive generic heterosexuality, as a certain divorced au man may have. that man interacts with complete strangers so much. it scares my poor, fragile, introverted heart.

do not be mistaken. i deeply respect the Aroace Grind, dearest anonymous tumblr person, my belovèd. i impart my blessings unto you. may your lack of such attractions be born of the beauty of self-acceptance. i wish you the best in whatever Degree of Not Being Romantically Attracted to Reigen Arataka you partake in outside of the world of dreams. keep it real. etcetera.

anyway. i do not remember if there was ever one deciding moment, but i gradually started to realize through some amount of reflection and experience that i did have desires for romance and other sorts of things that follow, but not on the "typical" terms. and it was certainly a long process of self-discovery for me. in fact, it was only a couple of months ago that i thought slightly more than what would be normal about a side character in a television show who did not match the typical image of Hyper Attractive Male Actor, thought about it a bit harder, then realized that i, traditionally not a man, have successfully been duped by male beauty standards for my entire life. this is my official announcement. i do not care for famous men alarmingly toned 6 foot tall jawline whatever. memories of my mother and old school acquaintances talking about actors following that description being attractive rush to my mind. unfortunate circumstances. but i am allowed a bit of heterosexuality. as a treat.

i do not know if you have had similar experiences in coming to understand yourself, dearest anonymous person, but that is the story i have generated to understand myself. i am quite a fan of narratives that allow me to compartmentalize my own mental processes. and thus, it is how i have come to think about divorced au. reigen, raised around similar expectations, figured that as an adult man, he should be in a typical heterosexual marriage. i think this fits in with what little knowledge we have of his family, mostly from the recent fanbook. they all seem to want him to have a "normal" life, and maybe they quit talking altogether after the divorce. although there is some hope, as he does want to rekindle that relationship. the true reasons for the marriage and depth of awareness of other sorts of attractions are up for interpretation, as i am not offering anything terribly concrete, but my thinking about divorced au comes from my own experiences of suppression, trial, and frequent error.

is it okay if i come up for air for a moment? a brief moment of self-awareness? because this was born of a complete one-off stupid video i made in maybe an hour max from idea to completion. and i'm now projecting my own problems and insecurities onto it. what the hell. actually what the hell. what am i even doing man. i have other ideas about mob psycho characters, hell, i have an au idea that i have been obsessing over born of personal experiences first (i might be tempted to go into that at some point too who knows), but the divorced au is the one that gets thousands of words???? the divorced au????? the one that's only out there because i made funy mob drawing???????????? anon person i am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you back and forth like some kinda cartoon character

anyway. enough of that. enough of the hater part of my brain. i'm having too much fun with this.

bringing up the fanbook has brought another thought to mind: one of the major parts that was hyped up for it was information about reigen's past love life, which, in beautiful reigen fashion, was a showstopping display of dodging the question entirely. if the man is divorced au, it could be a touchy subject, or a situation too complicated to explain. it gives off that very generic perception of heterosexual romance.

i appreciate that you've also fit in some of the themes straight from the show shockingly well. that really stands out in the part where you're talking about how reigen would take it. his struggles with loneliness, with his family's expectations, his other side especially, taking into account his conversation with mob in the finale. feeling unwanted. he may already be a bit more than 16% divorced in vibes. i don't even have anything to add to that, i love how you put it.

straying completely and entirely from the mob psycho discussion, your noting of my tone completely and fully warms my heart, truly. i think it's strange that we tend to do that, pick up on how other people speak. personally, my vocabulary has certainly been completely wrecked by reading a large amount of books when i was younger and a vast quantity of stupid posts on the internet. always glad to be writing things for fun, though. i see it as a sort of puzzle. i enjoy finding the exact words i want to use and meshing them together to flow from one sentence to the next, ensuring that i don't repeat too many as to maintain healthy variety, and frequently re-reading parts to convey my ideas as clearly as i can, even if they still end up mildly incoherent and silly - such a roadblock is inevitable in considering divorced au. i get myself into a certain mood when i want to explain something, and it is electrifying, especially when i do it out loud. i am usually an incredibly timid speaker, reserving myself to only a handful of words at a time and letting other people lead in conversation, but once i feel comfortable and reach a place where i have knowledge and ideas to provide, the cadence of my speaking quickens, i give more thought to the arrangements of my words, my voice reaches the height of its volume and full timbre, and i feel as though i could just talk for hours. it is definitely one of my favorite feelings. i still keep my usual stutterings, but rather than dwelling on them, i find myself gliding over them as i do in performing music; a finger slips, but i continue to the next phrase all the same.

that type of speaking does not translate over exactly to my typing, but when i begin typing anything with great length, i fall into a similar style. for myself, this sort of tone is typically reserved for writing in more professional or academic settings, but occasionally, i offer myself the opportunity to splurge on a silly idea or a niche passion, and it restores my soul, in a way. it places me in that mood where i could go on for hours. of course, if i am writing something in a different setting, it does contain capitalization, but outside of that, i'm really not a capitals kinda guy. i am a huge advocate of attempting to type as speech, generally, especially while texting, and my voice simply isn't that poignant, i suppose. the google dictionary claims that my usage of "poignant" is both archaic and metaphorical, but i do not particularly care.

i meant to add the profile picture, but i didn't want to cut into the pace of my writing. here it is. in all its mspaint glory. whatever sort of conversation led up to it was absolutely, definitely, mind-numbingly stupid. it's fine.

and to wrap it up, once again, i feel the need to reiterate, this is the most incredible response i could ever receive from my ramblings. the most incredible.

oh. let me go ahead and stick the second ask into here too, for the sake of brevity:

much appreciated! god has given me very limited knowledge of html, and i will use it to create a barely functioning hodgepodge of a blog. i hope they're okay with that. gf doesn't like it. i think she just fears my power. my favorite detail is resizing the window. almost everything is decently configured for that.

i hope this addresses your concerns, and maybe adds on some new ones, too!

#mp100 divorced au #is it even fair to tag it as mp100 #yes. i want to have it categorized. none of you can stop me.#mp100 #my stuff

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possum0-0 · 2 years

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Here is a byler final battle type of thing for y’all!! (Sorry for the long pauses I made this in notes)

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The final battle I feel.. everyone of the party and the adults Will be there. They will be close to defeating him sm will happen to get them all killed Vecna will get stronger all of a sudden.. and everyone except mike will get executed Will and mike will be last. Will will try and save mike but will get blasted back. Mike is now hovering on the air with Vecna hand on his head. Will gets tied up in vines crying for mike and asking Vecna to stop. Vecna Will hear his cry’s and turn around “you really want to save this one? He hurt you. He made you crumble into nothing and yet, you still want to save him. You really are no better than them.” Vecna drops a dead mike and walks over to Will still tied up in vines. Will is sobbing Vecna is now face to face with Will.. finally. “Poor William. No friends, no family, no LOVER. No one by his side. Isn’t this what you wanted?” “W-what? No.. no no this isn’t what I wanted. I never wanted this to happen.” “And yet you pushed them away. So they could forget you. You pushed your best friend away all because you knew you couldn’t have him but, you were wrong. You were so very wrong. He loved you from the start,” “He Just DIDNT know how to express it. He didn’t want to be the town freak. He knew that if he fell into your arms he would be slaughtered.” “No.. no your lying. YOUR PLAYING WITH ME!!” “Am I, William? Or are you to scared to face the truth,” “The truth? What truth..” “do you not remember? Let me help you remember” Vecna holds his hand up and pushes his hand on his head. Will has flash backs to the day the first met, mike at the hospital with him, him and mike in the basement, the cabin scene, them in his room, the van scene and many more even ones we haven’t seen. “Do you remember now William,” “Your choosing to forget. Why forget all the good times? Oh right, because your scared,” “Your too scared to remember. You hide from them oh, but no him. Never him.” “Stop..” “you can’t get enought from him.” “Stop it…” “all of those times he treated you badly you blamed himself but in reality you should blame him.” “No!” “It was all his fault.” “NO!” Lonnies voice resonates with in vecnas “Keep running little boy. See. What. Happens.” “GO AWAAAYYYY!!” Vecna gets blasted back. He hits the wall.

Will falls to the floor sobbing. “No. No no no..” He holds his head with his hands.. he’s tired he’s scared. He’s done with it all. Vecna looks back at him groaning. Will looks up with the most rageful look ever. “No. Im done..” he gets up ands on two feet. Vecna does the same. “Now this… THIS IS GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL!!” Vecna raises both of his hands.. bone spikes begin to rise from the ground. Wills walks forward. Vecna throws the spikes towards him will Stops them and throws them back at him. He saves a couple for later. Vecna jumps out of the way he takes Lucas’s bomb arrows and throws them at Will letting them explode Will brushes away the smoke to reveal mikes sword He points it towards Vecna and shoots a fire ball at him. Vecna jumps out of the way to throw more things at him. Will thrashes mikes sword and a gust of fire flys towards him. Vecna ofc doges that too. Wills getting impatient. Will lunges towards him with mikes sword to try and hit him. He fails and it hits the ground setting off a big explosion. He keeps trying to hit him but it seems like Vecna knows his every move. He needs to shut off his brain. He needs it to go quiet. Wills stands there closes his eyes and takes a breath. Vecna sits there confused. Something is wrong. Why is everything quiet? Where did the voices go.. Vecna looks at his hands and they are shaking. He feels weak. He doesn’t like this. He leaps forward to try and stop him but it’s like his body can’t. He’s stuck. He looks at Will his eyes and veins are glowing yellow. ‘Did- did he just steal my power. No, no no that can’t be.’ Will puts his hand up and does the ‘come’ hand motion. Vecna cracks his neck “now this is a challenge i like.” He strikes forward and Will moves out of the way. Vecna stikes again but will just keeps dodging. Will is expressionless. He shows no emotion to anything that he’s doing. Will swings his sword at him Vecna barely dodges slashing his stomach. He keeps swinging. Vecna barely dodging each time. If he keeps this up he’s doomed. Will slashes again and this time he stops the sword from hitting him but, even still Will can still move the sword. Barely but it’s moving. He looks at Vecna in the eyes and screams. The sword breaks through the barrier and hits him in the chest. Vecna is cut EVERYWHERE. He needs to do something fast. Screw it..

Vines wrap around him. He lifts up in the air, the air is all of a sudden heavy. Will is struggling to breath but no matter. He has to finish this. He has to finish what he started. The only way to get him down is to get rid of the tentacles. Will starts running towards him. Vecna throws a vine towards his way. He moves out of the way. He swipes another one towards him he cuts that one in half and it falls to the floor. He try’s cutting one of them but before he can his sword gets grabbed. It grabs his arm and pulls him up to meet Vecna. Vecna smiles and him before throwing him across the arena. He hits the wall and falls the the floor. Vecna comes crawling towards him. Will starts getting up only to be picked up by the leg and tossed again. He flys over towards mikes area. He hits the wall and falls next to mike. He starts getting up shaking in the process. He looks towards mike and sees his lifeless body sitting there. His eyes are white and his eyes and nose are bleeding. Vines are wrapping around mikes body. Consuming him. This is enough to get Will out of his mindless state. “MIKE! Mike.. oh god.” He crawls over to him and starts pulling off the vines. Mikes body is now free. Will picks him and holds him. “No.. no no no.” This just fuels him even more with anger. This is why he didn’t wanna get to close to him. He KNEW this would happen and yet here he is. He caresses his face. He turns back around only to find Vecna standing 40 feet behind him. “Pathetic.” Will turns back around and places mike back down on the wall. He places mikes shield on mikes stomach. He gets back up and grabs the sword. He shuts off his brain again “you are going to pay for that.” He lunges towards Vecna as fast as ever a big flash of light comes out of his sword hitting everyone that got killed but Vecna. You can hear screeching coming from the vines they don’t like the light. He stikes again he’s done pulling his punches. He keeps slashing finally hitting Vecna. He flys back and hits the wall. Another light blast hurling towards him. He jumps out of the way. Still burning him in the process. His back is scorched. Will comes stalking towards him Vecna gets up to try and stop him. He puts his hand up and Will slows down but he’s still walking. Vecna is getting weaker by the second. He starts walking around Will to try and run. Will follows him like a predator. He has the high grown now. He lets will go and try’s running. He knows full well he can’t stop this boy anymore. He use to be for scared of everything. He use to run from him. Oh how he missed that. That runt of a boy is now a full grown man. What has he made of him. Even his own father was scared of him. His own friends. His tentacles pull him up towards one of the holes to escape but in the process gets cut down. He falls to the floor. Struggling to get to his feet. Will grabs vecnas left arm and ripped it off. Vecna let’s put this blood curtailing scream. He turns his arm into a staff. His vecnas claw hand turns into a holder for the ball of fire. He points it towards his face “I think it’s time for you to take a big LONG rest.” He points it up in the air and this big light beam falls towards the staff. Powering up what ever he’s about to do. It shakes the whole town. Every one can see it. Wills seems to be illuminating. “Let. Them. Go.” He plunges the staff in the middle of his chest. Sending the beam straight into him. His screams get louder. Will starts to feel it too, He’s still apart of him, It burns. Tears start falling from his face. He then screams “LET US GO!” The beam just explodes and knocks him back.

Will hits the wall and falls down to the floor. He gets back on his hands and knees he looks up and sees Vecna getting back up. Will grabs the staff just in case. Vecna looks at his hands. He looks up at Will he try’s walking forward but his knees crumble below him. His legs become nothing just dust. He starts shaking then he collapses and turns into ash. Will stumbles to his feet in pain. He hears coughing and groaning. “Oh what the hell just happened.” “Where are we?” He looks over to see everyone one that died in battle getting up and helping each other up. He looks to see joyce looking around for him. They both stare at each other smiling. He tries walking towards her but he hurts to bad. It hurts to walk. His mom looks more confused. She starts walking towards him. “Wait!” He puts his hand up. “DONT move.. just please stay there we need to make sure all of you are stable.”

“We feel fine. Other than the pain I feel in my legs and my whole body. I think we are fine.” Lucas reply’s. “Just because we feel fine DOESNT mean we are.” Dustin chimes. “True.” Lucas states.

The ground starts shaking. “You all need to get out now. Just go.” “Will..” Joyce says softly “JUST TRUST ME ILL BE FINE GO!” Hopper starts helping all of them out of the upside down one by one. Will looks around and sees mike still dead. “What?” He runs over and drops his staff. “But how did.” He looks at the shield. The shield stopped him from being revived. He throws the shield to the side and places mike on the floor. “You better fuckin work.” He places his hands on mikes chest and begins to heal him. “Come on.. come on.. work..” he seems to be to far damaged. “No no.. please mike..” memories “No no.. please mike..” memories begin to flood his brain. All the good memories they have had. The bad ones seems to have gone dormant. His whole body starts to glow. Mikes heart starts to beat again. Mike lets out this big gasp of air coughing in the process. “Oh thank god..” will touches mikes face. “Mike, mike. Are you ok? Can you hear me?” Mike makes a groaning noise in reply. “Can you stand up?” “No, no it’s hurts..” Mikes too weak to stand on his own. Will starts to pick him up “ow.. ow stop.. please your hurting me.” “I know it hurts but we need to get you out of here this place is gonna collapse.” Mike looks at him with weary eyes. “You ready?” He nods. Will picks him up the place starts to rumble and shake. Will keeps his balance some how. Dirt and rocks start to fall. Having to dodge All of this shit falling down he manages to make it out alive. Going through tunnels, twists and turns. He hears voices, voices that sound familiar. The party.. shit they aren’t out yet.. “GUYS!” “WILL?!” “GUYS THIS WAY!!” The party starts to run towards his direction with things falling from behind them. They catch up to him.. the places is just crumbling at it’s seems. They barely make it to the exit with only a few second to spare. They all look at Will and notice a very week pale looking mike in his arms. “Holy shit.” “Oh my god.” They collectively say. “Is mike ok?” Hopper walks over and places a hand on mikes head as if that’s gonna do anything but, alas it does. “Noo..” hopper pulls his hand back. “What happened to him.” “Vecna got him. He’s gonna be sore for a while.” Lucas chimes in “do you think max is ok?” “I have no idea. Genuinely..” “is he heavy?” “No it’s like carrying a bag of grapes..” mike chuckles. Argyle chimes in “we should probably get home or to a hospital.” “Every hospital is closed..” mike interrupts “to many people..” “mike please stop talking.” “No..” “mike.. you are wasting your energy.. stop. Talking.” “Fine!” They all scoff at him. All of a sudden it starts raining.. the first rain in two years. “I would like the stars please…” robin says “the rain is nice tho i have to admit..” argyle states. “We should probably take this one to the hospital.” Will jokingly states, mike looks offended. “Probably?” Will chuckles “you know what I mean shut up.” “No.” “Ah finally.. the love birds quit their boring mating ritual.” Every one looks at Murray like he has three heads. “What! You all were thinking it.” They all have this ‘your not wrong’ look on their faces. “Alright let’s go.” Johnathan says. They all get in their cars and drive off. Mike, Will, Johnathan and Nancy get in the van.. while the others get in hoppers car and the RV. The hospital surprisingly isn’t that full. There is no danger be had it’s just not full cause it’s a ghost town by now. They check mike in and Lucas goes to maxes room. She’s not awake yet but she’s getting there.

They get mike settled in and give all of them a thumbs up. “His vitals are fine his brain seems intact. You might wanna keep him here for 24 hours just in case sm happens.” “So HES gonna be ok?” “Seems like it. We will keep you updated if you guys wanna go home.” “I think I’ll stay here..” will says “are you sure?” Johnathan chimes “yeah, of course.” “Ok, well call us if anything happens ok?” “Ok.” Johnathan and will hug each other before they head out. He looks at the nurse and the nurse nods and walks out. “Seems like it’s just me and you huh..” mike says. “Yeah.. how ya feeling?” “Sore.. tired.. hungry as fuck. Ya know the usual.” Will chuckles “oh, oh did you laugh? Mr my jokes aren’t funny?” “Oh.. shut up.” “No.. never.” A comfortable pause spawns between them. “Ya know.. it’s kinda funny.” Will looks confused. “What?” “we switch places. Normally I’m the one who saves you and your the one in danger.” “I guess I’m your Superman now..?” “Sure.” “This isn’t gonna change anything between us is it.. me having powers in all.” “Oh, no no. Why would you think it would.” Will scoffs “I mean.. not to be a dick or anything but you treated el different.. I just..” mike grabs his hand “will, i promise nothing is gonna happen between us.. it was different with el. Of course it shouldn’t have been. I shouldn’t have treated her like that. I can’t promise that there won’t be rocky points in our.. LIVES.. but I will promise that what you do in the future wont change anything between us..” “even if I rob a store” mike laughs “yeah, even if you rob a store.” Mike grabs wills face and places his hand on his cheek and he pulls their foreheads together. they both want to.. but they both scared. even tho the door is closed its still scary. will breaks the silents "are you sure?" mike smiles and kisses him. he pulls away with his forehead still on his.

"always."

#byler #byler is endgame #stranger things #byler rights #mike wheeler #cutely runs into traffic #will byers

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex.

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me.

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is.

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much.

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?”

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move”

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No”

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway”

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class”

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all.

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you.

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option.

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you.

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours.

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again.

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was.

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there.

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn.

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green.

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves-

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes.

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for.

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you.

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in.

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it.

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen.

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.

Oh god. Oh no.

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief.

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one.

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now.

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when-

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it.

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell.

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat”

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today.

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..”

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too.

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed.

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at.

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet.

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?”

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them.

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed.

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!”

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling.

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving.

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level.

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps.

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if.

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so.

#poppy speaks #my writing #deku smut #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #bully!reader #izuku smut #midoriya izuku smut

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justkending · 3 years

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Everest. Chapter 3.

Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3500+

A/N: Sorry this is late today! I forgot to queue it last night and didn’t realize until now! Anyway, enjoy and get pumped for the next chapter! Lot’s of information coming your way soon:) xoxoxo

Chapter 3:

Though he made an effort to see her, Bucky didn't see Y/N for the next 24 hours. He casually walked by her room multiple times or stayed in common spaces, hoping they would run into each other, but neither helped.

So when Steve asked where she was, he didn't have anything to share.

"I bet she's taking a walk. It's her go-to when she needs to clear her mind or decompress," Steve nodded. "Up for an evening walk around the compound?"

It wasn't much of a debate for the man who had created about a thousand new questions after returning to his room last night.

They walked at least a mile around the premises without sight of her. Until, a loud bark grabbed their attention.

In the distance, Y/N was throwing a ball for her dog, now with her. But the closer the two looked, they noticed she wasn't throwing it with her hand, but the white light that illuminated her palms was picking it up and pitching the ball football field's worth in front of her. Ryker practically disappeared in the distance as he chased after the toy.

She was in a pair of leggings with an old SHIELD sweatshirt, likely left behind in her closet, with her hands placed inside after she launched Ryker's tennis ball. She had her hair up in a bun with a head scarf wrapped through it, making it a messy yet fashionable updo. To keep up with the cool weather, she had on a set of duck hiking boots that had cabin socks peeking out of the top of them.

"She, uh, she didn't mention being upset with me when you guys talked, did she?" Steve asked, nerves showing in his question as he watched her from a distance.

"It didn't come up, buddy," Bucky answered, upset his words wouldn't reassure him as he hoped.

"Right..." he nodded, knowing that was likely the case.

They started making their way to her the same time Ryker was running up from the distance he had just sprinted.

He dropped the ball, looked at the men, and gave his mom a look, saying, "Should I do something?" Y/N shook off the look, showing no need for the protection, and threw the ball for him again. He barked before taking off, following the command.

"Nice day out," Steve said, and Bucky had to do a double take because of the awkward anxiety in his voice.

"I've never cared for the winter as everything dies, but right before Fall sets in, the cooler temperatures are always nice," she nodded, still looking off where Ryker had gone. Her hands were back in her jacket pocket, and her face didnt give any tell of her true emotions

There was an awkward silence as they stood there, not knowing the next form of small talk to take on.

They stayed like that long enough that Ryker had come back from his sprint. He sensed the tension as he looked between the three with his tennis ball perched in his mouth.

"I don't think he remembers me," Steve said. "When we came by, it was the first time he treated me like... Like someone on the opposing team."

Ryker had sat next to his mom and looked up at Steve. The look of a protector from the first reunion was gone, but instead, a mellow canine sat properly in front of him.

"He's smart enough to understand who's been invited and who hasn't," she answered casually. "Though I didn't expect you all to be foolish enough to show up without any headup."

"Y/N, I'm sorry about the whole thing- " Steve began, overcome with guilt.

She raised a hand, cutting him off, and shook her head before looking at him finally.

"I know it wasn't you, Steve. I understand your intentions were nothing but innocent ones. Not to say the invasion didn't bother me, but that grudge is held against the man who likely manipulated you into doing it," she said.

Steve nodded in thanks of her forgiveness, but his sadness at two people he cared about still not getting along easily showed to Bucky and Y/N's eyes.

"Though I guess it's foolish to hold onto something like that as well. I just haven't decided if I'm sold that he doesn't have other intentions."

"You mean him wanting you back on the team? Not much of a secret," Steve hummed, watching as Y/N threw the ball on repeat for Ryker as they talked.

She shrugged and Bucky had a feeling there was more to her apprehensions than what Steve believed. Y/N had a fire like energy toward Stark from what he'd seen, and he wasn't sure if what was on the surface was all the urked her.

"He's not the only one either," Steve sighed, though they both knew he wasn't saying it for a response. Just a way to make it be known verbally.

They stayed silent for a minute as Ryker came back for the third time and panted as he looked between the three, but didn't give the ball up yet as if he debated on who his next pitcher would be.

"I'm guessing you're staying longer if you picked him up," Bucky noted.

"Longer than I originally planned, but I'm still not quite sure what all that entails... I picked him up last night and we've been holed up in my room since. Figured we both deserved some fresh air," she nodded, as Ryker forgot about his game of fetch to take a bathroom break.

"Do you need help with anything?" Steve asked cautiously, worried he would cross a boundary by asking.

"Not right now," she answered, not giving any insight into what was going on in that complex and interesting mind of hers. The only thing clear was the conflict battling around in there.

When she didn't say anything, lost in thought, Steve spoke up.

"You know who you to reach out to when you need help, though."

Her lips slowly formed a surprisingly gentle smile, and she looked back at Steve with a thankful look.

"I know. Thank you," she said delicately, her anger held for her recent mission was forgotten as she took in that she had support from old friends, even if she had felt she treated them harshly in the last few days. It's what made their makeshift family a rare one. "It's just been..." she looked where Ryker was coming back. "It's been more than I was prepared for."

When the rottweiler was back in front of them, he went straight to Steve and sat at his feet. He looked up at him with a slight head tilt before nodding as if asking him to take the ball he had picked back up.

"He does remember you," Y/N reassured. "He just knows protecting me above all."

Steve smiled before kneeling down and petting his head.

"You had me worried there for a second, buddy," Steve smirked, immediately getting a lick from him as he dropped the ball and forgot it.

Bucky watched as Steve reunited with the dog, and the thought of having a pet crept into his mind. Given the lifestyle, he'd never considered having a pet, but Y/N had Ryker in her time of fighting, so maybe it was possible. A dog like Ryker would be ideal. He loved the big athletic ones, but perhaps a cat... You could leave them alone for days, and they would be fine.

Lost in thought, he didn't notice Ryker moving onto him, sniffing and perking up at him with a tilt of his head.

"He likes you," Y/N noted. "It shows a lot about your character with a stamp of approval from Ryk."

Bucky looked at Y/N before the copper-circled eyes of the rottweiler. He didn't know dogs could smile, but the look he gave him was indeed a dog version of a smile. He bent down and scratched behind the dog's ear, getting a grunt that showed he enjoyed the specific attention.

"Would you be up for dinner tonight?" Steve asked, breaking her stare at Bucky and Ryker getting along. "Sam, Nat, and Clint will be there this time, too. They'd be excited to see you."

She sighed, and the conflict of diving back into her old life poked her again. "I, um, I'll have to see. I have a lot of research I need to get done."

Bucky could tell it wasn't the response Steve had hoped for, and he tried to lend aid as an enticement to the offer.

"We can help," Steve offered again. "You know Nat would love to."

"She would. She would also probably make senior citizen jokes because I'm falling behind on the technology of today's world thanks to off-grid living," she chuckled, and the cloud of conflict dissipated some.

"You wouldn't be the only one at the table getting those jokes," Bucky spoke up, and she turned her grin to him, too.

"Well, at least consider it. I think a catch-up session is long overdue for the friend group," Steve hummed, squeezing her shoulder before placing his hands in his jacket pocket. "I don't think it'll take much to convince Sam to make your favorite meal if the chance of getting you out of your room is an option."

She smirked. "Becoming a big-time chef around here, huh?"

"His sister has been sending him recipes," Steve smiled, crossing his arms.

"Oh, then we'll be happy with whatever he serves," she hummed, bumping his shoulder with her own as a small gesture of reciprocated friendliness. "I'll consider it."

Steve and Bucky said their goodbyes after that, and Bucky watched as Y/N continued her walk with Ryker close by. __________________

Later that evening, Sam took his time perfecting the meal, hoping that every detail would convince her not just to come out of her room but to stay out of her room for longer than an hour.

Everyone had sat at the dining table, plates full and a homecooked meal's aroma taking over the space. Still, there wasn't any sign of her. Everyone hesitated on diving into the warm meal, expecting she would appear in the doorway at any second.

Halfway through the meal, they slowly lost faith until they heard the clicking of a dog's nails on the wood floor.

Every head turned, and as Ryker made his appearance around the corner, he pranced over to the table with his tail wagging.

Seconds after, Y/N came around in a yellow matching set of linen loungewear. Her hair was no longer in a bun, but the headscarf was covering the majority of the top of her head as her wild curls and waves tried to escape the wrapping.

"Finally! Turning into a hermit, locking yourself away in your cave," Sam burst from his seat and rushed to her.

She gave him a smile in return and opened her arms wide as Sam enveloped her in a hug.

"Good to see you too, Zazu," she giggled as he lifted her slightly off the ground.

"That nickname still? Seriously?" he groaned, putting her back down gently.

"When you're no longer flying around the sky with giant wings, I'll pick something else out for you," she winked, patting his arm and moving to the group of people sitting less than ten feet away.

Bucky had to grin at that because who didn't love to see Sam get picked on? Plus, he had a new name to use against him.

"Hey, guys," she said softly, as if waiting for a reaction she wasn't sure of.

Bucky could feel a sense of uncertainty and restlessness coming from her. It was obvious that she was nervous about the long-coming reunion.

Nat was the first to stand, though on her face was a solid, blank face. No one could tell what was coming.

Yet, no one was surprised by the smirk that pulled at her lip before she leaned in for a hug. The two stayed attached to each other, and if you looked close enough, Nat let the slightest shiver pass through her, and Bucky knew that was Y/N's doing.

It was like a small force of feelings she had felt over the time they weren't together, ending with an apology.

"рада видеть тебя снова, сестра," she whispered. (Glad to see you again, sister.)

"Ты тоже, красивая," Y/N replied. (You too, beautiful.)

Y/N turned back to the family at the table. All of them share soft and welcoming smiles.

"We have a lot to catch up on, don't we?" she laughed softly with a shrug.

"Just a some things," Clint responded. ____________________________

Two hours flew by of the group catching up. Bucky took it as a time to learn more about her from the Avenger perspective.

He figured out she could fly using her powers, and apparently, she and Sam would have races, but she always let him win even though she could easily beat him.

He learned that she was practically an animal whisperer when it came to nature. The team had stories upon stories of her doing things like calling a swarm of birds to attack someone or putting a bear to sleep with just a wave of a hand.

There were a lot of war stories, but most of all, he liked learning about what she was like when the superhero suit came off.

She liked to make tea for everyone anytime she was making herself one. Most of the time, she made sure it was her own herbs and ingredients as she loved to garden and was an herbalist. Each one of her blends served a different purpose, from giving you energy, helping you sleep, stress relief, and many others.

Though he had just learned that if she wasn't in her room, she was likely outside, he didn't realize the reason was because the earth's energy aided her.

Much like humans, if someone is stressed out or needs a second to breathe, they usually go outside for fresh air. Considering Y/N's powers came from the earth itself, fresh air was more than just a cool down. It actually healed and grounded her.

Oh, and the hair with the headscarf thing? Not that it was weird or strange, but it was done in such a manner that looked purposeful and important. It wasn't just another accessory to add to an outfit. Considering her background as a witch and being taken in by a cove, she learned it as a form of protection. Being affected by the energy of those around her, absorbing energy comes naturally to her. What her scarves do is called veiling. Empaths and people who tend to soak up others' emotions and feelings use it as a way to protect themselves from overstimulation. It's also a way to ward off evil and harmful energy.

He also found that her superhero name/ nickname, gracefully given to her by Tony, was Everest. Of course, because the source of her power was originally found in a cave encased by the great mountain itself.

According to Tony, the real reason was because she was as stubborn as trying to move the mountain itself. It just helps that her powers also relate back to it.

As much as she and the group took time to reminisce about the old days, she made sure that the conversation wasn't just about her. She had diverted the discussion multiple times to ask how everyone else was doing and what she had missed out on.

From there, she learned that Clint had moved his family upstate, but they still had a farm out in the middle of nowhere. They were still under the radar, but it gave him better access to the compound in case of a significant emergency. He had retired for about three years after his family came back, but now, since they were older, he found time to come up and do missions if needed.

Nat had really just kept busy with life. She couldn't seem to get away from it even if she wanted to. After the whole thing with the soul stone, she was brought back when Steve returned to return them. She took a year off, somewhat, as her therapist said she needed time to, but the only way she saw to move on from it was work, which meant pushing it away in a dark place. Y/N could feel she was still affected by it, but she didn't say anything as she clearly had avoided the topic.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky had continued the life of superheroes.

After the final battle, Steve stepped back and let Sam take the reins a little more. He figured most of his life had been fighting battle after battle, and he thought maybe living more of an actual life would be beneficial.

He made time to work at the senior citizen's home as a volunteer art teacher. He wasn't certified in anything specific, but he was a great artist, extremely patient with the seniors, and could relate to some things with them. Also, who would say no to Captain America offering to help in something?

Because Sam had been given more duties, his workload had gone up. He didn't mind it, though. He was really enjoying it and loved being able to swoop in and save the day where needed. He had been on call for many missions recently, and the adrenaline of being Captain for most of them still hadn't worn off.

And Bucky? Well, she had heard how Bucky liked it here. He wasn't great at hiding that he was still in all this because of the guilt, but everyone (besides Y/N) didn't pick up on it.

They figured he was doing it because he was needed and because he was still in it for the fight. In a sense, he was, but if given the opportunity to walk away and live a quiet life again like he had in Wakanda, he would...

"Well, guys, I love you all, but I'm getting old. Which means it's time for bed," Clint announced, being the first to stand.

"It's 9 o'clock," Sam checked his watch.

"Which means it's already an hour past my bedtime," Clint winked. He leaned over Y/N's shoulder from the back and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "It was good seeing you, Y/N/N."

"Good to see you too, Barton," she squeezed the hand that was on her shoulder. "Get some rest."

He nodded in agreement and walked out.

"I think I'm going to follow after him," she sighed, cleaning the area of her dirty dinner plate.

"Don't worry about that. I'll clean up," Steve volunteered.

"You sure?" she asked, still standing with her plate in hand.

"We got it," Bucky stood up next to her, taking the plate. "You head on to bed."

Ryker, who had been at Y/N's feet most of the night besides bouncing from each person, softly barked at Bucky before sending him another canine smile.

"He's not quite ready for bed himself, it sounds like," Y/N chuckled, patting his head. "I'm going to take him out one more time."

"Need company?" Nat asked, standing by her.

Y/N smiled at her before nodding.

"У меня есть несколько вопросов к тебе, сестра." (I have a few questions for you, sister.)

"Я должен беспокоиться?" (Should I be worried?)

"Always," Y/N winked before turning back to the rest of the group. "Thank you, boys, for the meal. I forgot how much moments like this are really needed... Truly, I needed this."

"We needed it too, I think," Sam smiled.

They shared a look before Y/N said good-night's, and Nat and her walked outside.

"You think she'll be staying long?" Sam asked while they cleaned.

"You mean past her mission?" Steve responded, beginning to put dishes in the dishwasher.

"Yeah."

"Couldn't tell ya," Steve sighed. "I hope she does, but she seems pretty set on being out of this life."

"You don't think getting back in it one more time will change her mind?" Sam questioned.

"She's been fighting for a long time, Sam," Steve shrugged. "I know I can't fully leave it, but I haven't been at it even a quarter of what she has. I don't blame her for wanting normalcy."

From the conversation Bucky had with her, he had to side with Steve on this one. She was here for one thing only, and that was the next puzzle piece he wanted to solve.

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dr4cking · 3 years

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Can you write a Draco imagine based on the song traitor by Olivia Rodrigo. Where Draco and fem!xreader are dating since their third year, used to do everything together, they went to yule ball together, but in sixth year when Draco becomes a death eater, their relationship is not working anymore and the reader is not happy, she breaks up with him and starts dating Blaise shortly after like the song says, years later he gets a wedding invitation from them and she is pregnant with Blaise's baby?

Traitor.

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a/n : i’ve been listening to traitor for a whole week and it hurts me a lot skskskk but thank you for requesting! <3

draco loved her so much and he thought they would have their future just like the way they always imagined it to be, but he clearly was wrong.

he cherished every moments he had with her. when the first time he asked her out nervously and she agreed eventually. since then, they started dating. they’ve been dating since their third year.

he remembered when they were an iconic couple back then, people are so envy with their relationship. and when the yule ball comes, they came together and that night couldnt be more perfect.

that was until his sixth year. the worst year in his life.

he got chosen by the dark lord, he was marked as a death eater. y/n knew about it and told him it was fine because he didnt want to be one in the first place.

then he got his first task. he was so stressed about it. if he didnt succeed, ‘he’ threatened to kill him and her.

and thats when he grew distant. he was so focused on the task that he didnt paid any attention to his girlfriend.

but he did noticed, he noticed how she gets closer to one of his best mate, blaise zabini. at first it was just a simple conversation, until it turned into something more.

he saw it with his own eyes. he talked to her about it but she always brushed it off.

“y/n..” he called out making her turning her head to him.

“yes draco?”

“i- i want you to be honest with me..” y/n swore she could feel her heart dropped to her stomach. she signaling him to go on.

“are you seeing blaise?” she froze at her seat. she takes a big sighed before answering.

“no, i’m not draco. we’re just friends. he knew i’m with you.”

she always dodged his questions and telling him that he was just being paranoid because of his tasks and he believed it.

“draco you’re just being paranoid!” she shouted in the middle of their argument. they’ve been fighting these past few days.

“relax, draco. i think you just got overwhelmed with all of the dark lord’s tasks.” she sat him up on the bed, pulling him into her warm embrace until it turned into more than innocent comfort.

y/n started to hanging out more with blaise, whenever he wasnt there, she always seek her chance to see him. he knew about it, but he just keep quiet so that he could kept her.

it wasn’t her fault, its his. if only he didnt became a death eater, if he could spend more time with her, this wouldnt happened.

and thats when it hit him.

“draco i- i think we should see other people. this isnt working out anymore, you know it. i’m really sorry”

no you weren’t sorry.

“its blaise, isnt it?”

“no. draco listen, i still care about you and you can always talk to me whenever you need it, but this relationship is just- its just not working out anymore.” she repeated her words, still avoiding his assumptions, but he already knew.

draco cried that night in his dorm. wishing that he could turn back the time to where they were still happy with each other. and he blamed it all on the dark lord.

it only took her 2 weeks to go off and date blaise. after they called it quit, she already became his.

how could he be so stupid? it was so obvious. he wondered if she even loved him in the first place. and thats when the realization hit him, it wasnt his fault.

he know she didnt cheat, but she is still a traitor.

years passed, they’ve graduated and separated on their own ways, he has been seeing astoria greengrass lately, his parents arranged her for him. but he would be lying if he said his first love has left his heart yet.

draco was standing by his balcony, staring at the view in front of him, inhaling the fresh air, he closed his eyes.

but suddenly an owl flew to him, sitting on the edge of his balcony. he takes the letter the owl sent him, he opened it only to broke his heart even more.

it was a wedding invitation. its written y/n’s name and blaise zabini on it. he stared at the invitation blankly until he realized tears already building up in his eyes. he threw the invitation.

little did they know, draco came that day. he watched them getting married to each other from far away. then he noticed y/n has a little bump in her stomach, she’s pregnant, with blaise’s child.

he told himself it should’ve been him. stood in the altar with her and she carrying his child. it was supposed to be him, they always planned their future like that. if only she didn’t became a traitor.

draco went back to his manor, he cant take it anymore. seeing his first love getting married to the person he always considered as his brother.

he walked inside his home, he wanted to meet his father, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he would take it anyway.

“father? can i have a word with you?” lucius straightened up his body on his seat, he motioned draco to take a seat in front of him.

“go ahead, son.” draco takes a deep sigh before opening his mouth.

“i accept the arrangements.”

god, i wish you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.

she turned him into a mess.

all because of she had betrayed him.

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i feel really bad for draco after writing this lol

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renaisaibaam · 3 years

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interview

zhongli / female reader smut fic

degrading, dirty talking

idk how to tag lol

vvvv vulgar i am ashamed

"fuck, zhongli—" you moaned pathetically as you felt his cock slide into you in a slow, gentle pace that absolutely drived you insane, your breath shallow yet heavy, with your back pressed against the cold, wooden surface of your shared apartment's dining table. your boyfriend had just come home from a job hunt, and was expecting a call from one of the places he had visited, so to pass some time, he had decided to have his dinner almost immediately upon his arrival, his dinner being you, in the table instead of the bedroom, and with how im using this analogy to describe him just eating you out for his meal, its rather appropriate to have it in the dining room in this context.

his hands were underneath your thighs that were dripping with hot sweat, keeping them hoisted up as his hips moved slowly and steadily, whines leaving your lips from the fucking tease he was being. a scowl crosses his face, and he bends down to sink his teeth on the soft flesh of the underside of your thigh, not caring when you let out a pained yelp. he knew you liked the pain, anyways.

"arent you being a greedy little slut right now? do you want me to ruin you that bad?" he pulls out of your dripping cunt until only the tip of his cock is in, and without any warning, slams it back in until he's ball deep inside you, your back arching when you feel his cock hit the deepest parts of you. your hands move up to claw on his toned, almost rock hard arms, leaving red marks in your wake as tears filled the corner of your eyes from the pleasure of the sudden movement that he kept repeating without giving you time to even catch your own breath.

"didn't i teach you how to fucking wait? just how deprived are you from cock, when you've just had it last night?" he growls into your skin before rutting into your cunt in a rough pace, the unanticipated action making you scream his name in ecstacy. you were already in cloud nine by this point- zhongli filled you up so good; so well to where you wouldnt even think of anything else but him and his cock. he messed you up in the best ways possible, and you knew you could never go back once you had a taste of him.

you could hear the belt around his pants clinking to the pace of his thrusts inside you, and the cold metal slamming against the back of your thigh added to the many sensations you were feeling, considering he didnt even bother taking off his own clothes except for his coat and blazer while he stripped you off of everything, with the exception of his favorite sweater that you had worn, seeing how much of his scent lingered in the cozy, soft fabric of it. he loved seeing you in his clothes, but the hem of the sweater, however, was already up to your neck to expose your chest that had been bouncing to the rhythm of his hips. the cold air made your nipples hard, but you barely cared.

he bends down, cups your right breast with one hand, and swirls his tongue flat around your hardened bud, his other hand keeping your legs up in place. your hands that were adorned with sweater paws reached up to stroke his hair, and he looked up with a smile, moving towards you to lock your lips together in a heated kiss that held an overflowing amount of passion for each other. well, it was like that until a sudden ring of someone's phone interrupted your kiss with zhongli.

he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting you and him, and he grabs the ringing phone from his pocket, checking the number and immediately answering it, not pulling away from you as he spoke.

"hello?" he asks with his usual deep and calming voice, as if he hadn't been fucking you into oblivion just a few seconds ago. he puts the phone on loud speaker, and listens to the caller's voice closely.

"hi! this is from the wangsheng funeral parlor. do you mind if we conduct the interview over the phone so you dont have to come over? we're pretty busy at the moment with the influx of interviews." what a cockblock, you thought. just as you were about to pull away, zhongli stands up straight and grabs your hips with one hand, keeping you in place as he turned off the loud speaker and held the phone to his ear, speaking in the most professional voice that shook your core when it reached your ears.

"sure, i dont mind. lets proceed immediately."

you looked up at him with a face expecting him to release you, as he was slowly pulling away until he was out, but you let out a loud yelp when he suddenly slams back in to stuff you full of his cock, the rhythm of his thrusts still steady and deep despite the talking he was doing over the phone.

you couldnt believe it. zhongli was fucking you in the dining table as he had his motherfucking job interview. what would happen if this shit went wrong? you clawed at his arms to grab his attention and make him stop, but he just stared down at you, and was silent for what felt like eternity, before he gave a hard slap to the side of your exposed thigh, his thrusts only getting faster each time you resisted.

you were trying your best not to let out any sounds, but the way his cock was hitting on the spots that made you feel the best was sending you to euphoria. he made you feel so good almost without effort, and this situation in general just turned you on. what if the person on the phone could hear the sounds you made? what if they could hear just how much sounds your cunt was making from how much it had been dripping for him, and only him?

you could have sworn you had came twice or even more, and yet his interview hasnt ended despite you already meeting your release multiple times. and even when you did, he didnt stop for one bit. he had no plans to, anyways. as he spoke about what might be best for the company as an answer to the question, he leans down to mark the skin around your collarbone with a bite, sucking it as if he were to excrete something sweet if he did it hard enough.

you feel something different yet familiar bubbling up your abdomen, and you knew you were about to reach your orgasm again, and since you couldnt take any more of it, you mouth to zhongli to stop, or at least slow down, desperation in your expression. his bright eyes, which seemed to darken, stared down on you as still fucking spoke with annoyance dripping in his voice as he answers, "i think we can negotiate my salary based on my skills and the value i bring to the company."

this was enough to tell you that the interviewer asked a stupid question, and that he was pissed about it, yet remained cool headed despite it. and to take the frustration out, he places the phone between his ear and shoulder, grabs your legs and hoists you up even higher than what you were usually used to, and plunges his cock even deeper into you to the point where you can see his tip poking out from your stomach, the new and foreign feeling making you clench around his cock to which he lets out a low, and deep grunt at.

with only a look towards you as your single warning, he slams down into your tight cunt, the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins in a rush that leaves you feeling lightheaded. you cover your mouth with your hands and scream through the fabric of his sweater, feeling yourself reach your high and release for who knows how many times you did ever since the damned call, your hands shaking from the immense sensation and pleasure zhongli had brought you tonight.

all that had happened, and yet he didnt even fucking stop.

you were an overstimulated mess, and as a last resort, you whine loudly to try and grab his attention for who knows how many times, wanting this to be over already. you couldnt stand holding back your voice, and you knew itd do more harm if they had heard you. but zhongli wasnt having any of it.

he places you back down on the table with him still inside you, grabs his phone with his left hand to hold it up to his ear, and uses his right hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing the sides in a way he knows you love so much. you gasp when you feel his huge, rough hand around you, and as if that wasnt enough, his hips slam back into you, driving you into a quiet, drooling mess. your eyes rolled back, and amidst the silence, your body shook violently to try and get him off of you, your hole unable to handle any more of the overstimulation he drove you into.

you feel your mind going blank and hazy from the emotions and feelings you had been experiencing. the fear of being caught, the excitement of trying not to get caught, the pleasure of his cock filling you up to the brim, the overstimulation and high of your recent orgasm, and the lack of oxygen is throwing you into an overwhelmed state, and yet here you were, living for it.

your hips shake, and you squirt into his cock, feeling your own release dripping down your legs as you made a mess on the floor and on zhongli's skin. you feel your legs give in and drop to his sides, looking up at him as he continued speaking as if you werent even there. but even if he was acting that way, his lust filled eyes stared at you hungrily, his tongue swiping his lips in a manner that you'd think was purposely trying to rile you up.

"okay, i understand. i'll come in tomorrow, so please take care of me." and with that, he ends the call, and growls lowly, placing the phone beside you. he lifts up your legs, and leans in until your face is just centimeters away from you, a low growl emitting fron him as he spoke.

"just how much did you cum in under 20 minutes? did you enjoy it knowing we could get caught?" his hips rocks itself into you deeply, and stays in that position, your hips shaking. you could feel him fill you up to where your abdomen felt full of him and only him, and you looked up at him, whining at his words.

"fucking whore. you even made a mess on me. did it feel that good, doll?" he opens his mouth and crashes his lips on to yours, quickly moving down to bite the skin around the side of your throat where his hands once were, leaving marks on both sides. he moves up to whisper on your ear, his voice making you tremble as you felt his hot breath whispering such dirty words that you knew he was going to fulfill. guess you were staying at home tomorrow.

"ill make sure you cum all over my cock more tonight, so be a good girl and take me in well. are we clear?"

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landinoandco · 3 years

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|Shutter speed|

Chapter one : A staring contest with an attractive stranger

{Lando Norris x Reader}

Summary: A photographer. A pair of F1 drivers. Triangles. A sticky situation of morals and fighting fate. What could go wrong?

Warnings: None :)

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: hey guys, welcome to Shutter Speed!! A love triangle between LN DR and reader (in this story reader is called Georgie.) This is my first f1 fanfiction so any feedback/suggestions are very welcome or if you just want to add comments, reactions - anything goes!! Thank you for reading and enjoy :)

Chapter one: A staring contest with an attractive stranger ...

It was raining in London. Not that that was out of the ordinary - even in the beginning days of July. Today the weather had decided to imitate that of mid-March, the rain crashing down like the heavens had opened up above and the wind cheekily chasing tourists and commuters indoors then proceeding to race eagerly through the streets, nipping at any ankles of those who were lagging behind the rest.

Lando Norris was out with his trainer when the rain started, enjoying the freedom of a 2 week break before the highly anticipated British Grand Prix. They rushed down the alleyway they had found themselves on; until they came across a little coffee shop tucked away in the corner - 'The Little London Stop.' Jon nodded to confirm to Lando that this would be just fine - as he opened the door, a small bell rang just above his head and instantly they were hit by a comforting warmth and the smell of freshly made coffee.

He quickly slid onto one of the benches, facing out onto the shop. It was typically London, designed with someone's Instagram feed in mind, plants hung precariously from the rafters along with many singular light bulbs that casted at atmospheric glow around the room.

Opposite him, on the other side of the room sat the only other person in the shop, she sat with her back to them. Her messy mousy brown hair tumbled in waves down her back, her gaze on the rain rushing down the alleyway - her chin resting on the heel of her hand.

Georgie had been sitting in that exact spot for longer than she would care to admit. Escaping the pestering grasp of her best friend and roommate Maisie; they were both photographers - partners in an online business they set up when they first left college as they prepared to take on the world. Pre-covid it had flourished and the pair had been travelling up and down the country, from events like weddings to festivals. Post-covid however - this was where their problems had started and why Georgie was currently hiding in a coffee shop. Work had become as dry as her love life, events had been cancelled for another year and wedding guest numbers had been limited. For weeks they had been sending their portfolios to any event organiser they could find and for weeks they kept being turned away.

She tore her eyes from the flooding streets and back to her open laptop - she was completely stuck, where to even start? Georgie nibbled on the on her bottom lip and sighed before rubbing her hands over her face - she was really looking for a miracle to happen.

Lando was completely intrigued by the girl. It wasn't until Jon snapped his fingers in front of Lando's face that he realised he had been staring.

"Right, sorry." Lando mumbled, a red flush creeping up his neck and he moved his gaze to the wooden table, wringing his fingers together. "What were you saying?"

Jon chuckled at his young boy antics and shook his head, "I wasn't, you were staring and it was weird. I picked you up this green smoothie - lots of vitamins and-" But Lando had switched off again, he couldn't help himself as his eyes locked back onto where they had been before. It was like something was drawing him to her - hell, he didn't even know what she looked like.

"Are you going to go and speak to her?" Jon's voice broke his trance yet again.

"Wha-what?" Lando looked up at his trainer, his innocent eyes widening at the thought. "I-I-"

Jon scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You are such a teenager."

"I'm not a teenager." Lando hit back, "I'm 21. I can drink in the US now, you know."

"Then start acting like it." Jon scolded but the corners of his mouth quirked up, he had known Lando for years and he had not changed once. A hopeless romantic at heart but acted like a deer caught in the headlights as soon as anyone of the opposite gender even glanced his way. Any girl would be lucky to have him but unfortunately for Lando he always found himself drawn to the type that would take his heart whole and would leave, shattering it into millions of pieces for Jon to find and piece back together again. It was through no fault of the girls in question, they would make their intentions very clear but Lando - being who he was - would always jump head first without looking ahead or the consequences of his actions.

On the plus side, Lando came back stronger each time but it left him with an even stronger longing for that care and affection that everyone around him seemed to have.

His heart raced as he looked over at Jon, a determined look was set on his face. "Fine. I'll do it." He stood up, legs wobbling slightly as the adrenaline flooded through his veins - he had cleared the table when reality decided to walk through the door. He turned on his heels and sat back down. "Nope. Maybe another day." His voice wavered slightly.

Jon looked at him with sympathy and slight second hand embarrassment - not that Lando needed to know that.

Georgie looked over her shoulder at the commotion happening behind her - there were two young men sitting across the room from her. One was clearly older than the other and was looking at him in utter bemusement - she followed his gaze...

Georgie inhaled sharply, she was met by a pair of crystal blue eyes - of which lit up when he realised that she had looked over. Georgie simply didn't know what to do with herself as she seemed to be stuck in a staring contest with an incredibly attractive stranger. She managed to tear her eyes away to look at him properly; a mop of dark brown curls sat dripping onto the table (still wet from the torrential downpour), an olive complexion and an innocent sparkle in his crystal blue eyes. She offered him a shy smile, a rose tinge coating her cheeks. He gave her a lopsided grin in response.

There was an overwhelming feeling that drew Georgie to this stranger, it wasnt anything she had experienced before - not even when she had been with him.

A cold chilling suddenly rushed down her spine, almost like she had been standing in the rain falling outside. A pang of guilt filled her stomach, she dropped her gaze and bit her lip. How could she ever think of him like that, compare him to a stranger she didnt even know the name of.

A ring broke her train of thought, her phone lit up with Maisie's name. She inhaled slowly to ground her feelings before answering, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey Maise -"

"I've done it." She heard Maisie shout down the phone, followed by a relieved laugh.

"Done what, sorry." Georgie prompted, rubbing her eyes. She could feel the boys' eyes on her, resisting the urge to turn around; she closed the lid of her laptop and placed it in her bag.

"I've only gone and gotten us an event to go to this weekend." Maisie replied as casually as she could muster. Georgie paused. A large grin that would challenge the Cheshire cats'.

"Where and how?" Georgie felt a weight lift from her shoulders, it didn't matter what Maisie had signed them up for, it was a start. A fresh start.

"Look, I have a call with them any minute so I'll have to explain when you get back. It's at the Goodwood festival of speed." Maisie paused.

"Goodwood Festival of speed." Georgie echoed - she could hear ringing in the background.

"Got to go, final things to sort out. I'll see you later." With that she hung up, leaving a delighted Georgie frozen in place, until she found her senses and packed up as fast as she could. All thoughts of the boy across the room - gone.

He sat, puzzled, as he watched her rush out the door and into the rain - calling out a muffled 'thank you' as the door swung shut behind her. His brows drew together as he looked into his lap, before saying quietly to Jon: "It was the Goodwood Festival of Speed she just said, didn't she?"

"Yes." Jon answered shortly, looking down at him in fascination.

"Isn't that where I am this weekend?" Lando looked up, hope swelled in his chest.

"Yes, it is."

Lando looked longingly out of the window, beaming. He knew it was silly to get so hopeful - there were going to be thousands upon thousands swarming around Goodwood. He stood up and turned to Jon - "Lets go."

"But you haven't drank your smoothie -"

Lando was already at the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jon grabbed the smoothie and tittered, following after him.

You only live once, Lando thought. As it turns out he would get another chance this Saturday and this time he wasn't blowing it.

Chapter two: A new beginning

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It’s been so long since we had some Idia. Can I get Mature Content Warning Yandere Starter Prompts #4 from your Yandere prompts 2 ? Nsfw pretty please?

(Hopefully i did idia justice) 4. “You’re mine. All mine.” (Yandere! Idia Shroud x Fem! S/o) (WARNING NON-CON AND NSFW AHEAD)

Idia must have kept the room cold on purpose to try and break her will. There was no other possible explanation as to why (Y/n) was kept in what felt like a meat locker day in and day out and denied access to clothing. She was forced to sit in the corner closest to the outside world, curled in a ball trying to not let her naked flesh be exposed any more than necessary. (Y/n)’s lips would be blue, her fingers and toes numb long before Idia would come to check on her and see if her mind had changed. See against all odds, the tech-inclined hermit had developed a bit of a thing for the girl. It was a one-sided romance that blossomed within Idia’s heart and drove him to do less than morally sound things like installing cameras into her room and stealing her clothes while she was away at class. For (Y/n)’s sake, she began to grow more and more paranoid as the weeks went by. Though she had no solid proof of it, she was sure that she was being stalked by something, someone. Her sleep was fitful, and she was slowly going mad with exhaustion when Idia finally made his move. One moment (Y/n) was walking down a hallway, the next she was being dragged off by robots to Ignihyde. She was deposited in the dormhead’s room and left to wait there until the prefect had returned. In that time she had plenty to think and try to figure out why she was there at all. Finally Idia made his appearance, and yet (Y/n) couldn’t think of a single thing to ask as he smiled wickedly.

Idia told (Y/n) of his feelings for her and that he wanted her to be his player two as it were. He must have been expecting a different answer to his proposition as he flinched away when the young woman began to yell furiously at him and shake him violently until his robots swarmed the room to restrain his darling. Idia was shaken by her objection but quickly regained his cool before ordering (Y/n) to be stripped down and put in the time-out room until she was ready to be agreeable. That had been a couple of days ago and (Y/n) was losing the will to resist. So when Idia opened the door to check on her, she threw herself at him and clung tightly. “Please… please dont leave me again…” she mumbles burying her face in the young man’s chest as his blue hair began to burn red with alarm at her sudden affection. “I won’t… but you gotta promise to be my player two… just say those magic words and I’m yours baby” he crooned running his fingers through her hair. “Please Idia...I wanna be your player two… i wanna play with you” (Y/n) said desperately and received a grin from Idia who scooped her up, carried her back to his bedroom, and dropped her on his bed. The young woman was so overwhelmed by the warmth of the room and the softness of the bed she didnt even notice that the young man taking his clothes off until his pants flew over her head as it was discarded. Once he was totally nude, the boy climbed onto the bed and began kissing his partner. “I-I-Idia? What are you doing?” (Y/n) stuttered out as she pulled away from the kiss and tried to push the young man away from her as he leaned in to kiss her again. “Kissing you, and maybe doing something more” Idia replied breathlessly before making out with (Y/n) some more as he began groping her body eagerly. The young woman wanted to fight him off but the fear of being thrown back into the cold kept her laying where she was all obediently for the young man.

Eventually Idia’s hands ventured down between (Y/n)’s thighs and his fingers probed her cunt curiously. The girl’s body jerked in response to having her inners invaded by the boy’s fingers. The young man grinned and drove his fingers deeper into her pussy stretching it out for what would come next. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out with a soft slurping noise and wrapped them around his cock before jerking himself off a few times to ready himself for the young woman.

Idia slowly inserted himself, sinking into (Y/n) with a low moan as their bodies met. “You feel really good around my cock” he crooned moving in and out of the young woman, breathing heavily through his teeth. The girl beneath him bit her lip trying to keep silent as her was forced to move with the boy’s thrusts and seeing stars through her half-closed lids. “Hey… do you feel good? Tell me please” Idia said squeezing one of (Y/n) breasts to get her attention back into the moment.

Of course she didnt want him to know how she was feeling but it wasnt like she had a choice, if she tried to play coy he would probably just fuck her harder to get a reaction. So with great relucance she nodded and received a kiss on the lips as Idia’s hips moved faster and faster. “You’re mine. All mine” he muttered softly reaching down to toy with (Y/n)’s clit. The young woman bit down even harder on her lip making it bleed as she was pushed towards orgasm. Eventually she was overwhelmed and cried out as she came. It only took a few more thrusts before Idia came as well, spilling into her with a groan. He pulled out after a few deep breaths and laid beside her. “That was even better than any of my hentai games made it look” he said happily snuggling up to (Y/n). “I can’t wait to tell my gaming friends about us becoming an item and Othro will be so excited about having a big sister figure” he went on blathering on about all the stuff he was looking forward to do with her while she began to drift off to the first semi-peacful sleep she’d had in months…

THE END

#Yandere Idia Shroud #Idia Shroud #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #Yandere TWST #Yandere Twisted Wonderland

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"Head Game" part 1 Zuko X Reader Smut Hcs

Warnings: complete filth. Zukos first blowjob at like 20, poor guy.

Requested: yes! By many beautiful, horny anons.

A/n: as always, Reader is assumed as a WOC. Though, everyone can read it, as its left a bit vague. My requests are always open!

[Part 2 found here!]

Zuko was having a really, really hard day.

Years had gone by as a king, and yet he felt less equipped the longer the title was held to his name,

Meetings became white noise, training because a dull pastime. There was no adventure left in life,

That's why he started the arrangement between you two...

You, a representative of a small city in the fire kingdom, and most importantly, his good friend.

A good friend who shot him the most dirty, lust filled looks at any given chance

He definitely shot some back too.

The touches you shared were getting longer, hugs a bit tighter,

You started to kiss his cheek, staining his skin a dark red. A memory of where your lips were.

He had a wet dream about you,

Lipstick still painting his skin

Zuko was fucking confused. Sure, the pair had flirted playfully, maybe he had placed his hand on your thigh one or two times, but no one had spoken about it.

The picture of your head bobbing, unholy moans from your lips on his-

It was wrong. Really, really wrong.

For the next week, Zuko avoided you at all costs.

If course you noticed the fire lord ignoring you clearly calling his name down the hall.

Had you miss stepped? Maybe he had a girlfriend and you had gone too far?

The week after that, you decided enough was enough. You had to know.

After a meeting, you asked to speak alone with Zuko

Zuko was freaking out.

He had three more dreams about you since the first. His only thought was how the fuck you found out about them. (This boy actually thought he was being so sly and smart with his avoidance)

"Do you hate me?" Your words came out far more desperate than you wanted. "I'm so sorry if I messed up. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable-"

"What?" Zuko was so confused, oh my god. Where the hell? What the hell were you talking about?"

"Well, you've been avoiding me, so I assumed that I was coming on too strongly and you don't..."

"Don't what?" Still confused Zuko can't imagine a girl liking him, even when shes flirted with him for years...

"This is already embarrassing, zuko, don't make me-"

"Tell me~" His voice changed, a bit more buttery, lower, sexy...

"I was worried I was too clear with my flirting, and you were disappointed? Disgusted? I don't know, honestly." You huffed.

There was a really, brutally long length of silence.

Zukos mind was going at full speed...all thise touches, all the small kisses that you gave no one else. You wanted the same thing he did...maybe. was it worth the risk?

The answer was yes.

"I think about you. I dream about you, even." Zuko forced himself to look up at you, who sat with your painted lips slightly parted. "My imagination went wild. I couldn't look at you without thinking of my...dreams."

"Oh."

"Well, I'm sure I can help with that-" you stood up, zuko quickly following. He didnt know what to do, so he just stood there, looking like a shook puppy.

"Tell me about your dreams, Zuko. Tell me how I made you feel."

Your hips pressed into his, lips inches away from his ear, hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

Zuko rested his hands on your hips, urging you so very softly to just come a bit closer. Maybe then his words wouldnt fair him.

"It's okay, Zuko. You can take your time." You hummed, placing a small kiss on the exposed skin if his neck. A perfect canvas to paint love marks.

After one or two, hickeys, you asked "is it okay if I keep going?" Followed by - "do you want this.

"More than anything-" "I dreamt that you

"Keep going-" you hummed, untying his pants as he spoke.

Zuko barely even breath. You so easily made him weak. So easily hard...painfully ficking hard as you palmed him though his boxers.

"You sucked my cock," Zukos voice was low, forcing himself to to whimper as you wrapped your fingers around his length.

You looked up into Zukos eyes, his yellow ones staring into your brown eyes with a desire you hadn't ever seen before. Lust beyond words.

The motions were quick...pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free from the cloth, spitting on his length as you used both hands to pump

Honestly you fought the urge to gasp, cause hot damn, he was packing

Your jaw was not gonna be okay after, holy shit

"What next, my king~" you purred, kitty licking his tip.

Zuko hummed under your touch, the way you talked to him was just pure filth, and he loved it.

"Can...can I touch your hair? I...i remember helping you take me in," for a man on the verge of being a puddle, his words were affirming and deep.

"You can pull my hair," this is how you knew you found Zuko attractive. Any other time you'd shamelessly swat the guys hand away. "Guide me."

His fingers intertwined with the hair near the nape of your neck a gentle motion to take him inside your mouth. Nothing too hard, just a bit of pain.

"Just like that-fuck" Zuko let out a strangled breath, shutting his eyes tight as you hollowed your cheeks around his cock.

It was slow, taking what seemed like minutes until you got as far as you could go, still quite a few inches left at his base. The muttered gagging sound as his length hit the back of your throat fully fucking aroused and confused Zuko

"Are you okay?" He choked out, moaning when you hummed a reply.

You bobbed your head at a decently slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm the king, who clearly hadn't gotten a blowjob before. Giving a soft pump from your right hand, just to give that extra amount of pleasure.

His eyes shot from how you sucked on his cock, lips pushing in and out, leaving a streak of red lipstick down his shaft, down to your exposed breasts. How did he not notice you unwrapping your blouse?

And how fucking soft your hair was in his hands, how you moaned around him if he pulled hard. Sometimes he just had to close his eyes for a few seconds, bathing himself from the moaning mess he had become. His free hand brushing through his messy hair,

"When I came," zuko muttered, licking his chapped lips. "You drank it all, licked your lips of the rest."

Your free hand came up to Zukos thigh, squeezing his skin softly as your own little reply.

Then you start going faster, hand moving to to caress his balls, and zuko comes undone.

"F-fuck, you're doing so good, fucK"

His grip on your hair became much tighter, his hands forcing you to go just a bit deeper, faster, harder. Then he looked into your eyes,

Looking up at him, eyes begging to drink up every drop he would spill into your mouth

Zuko was literally shaking, his hands coming down to your shoulders as he came, knees so close to giving out.

The deeper angle of him, plus the weight of zuko keeping himself upright purely by hanging onto you made you honestly think you might drown in cum

Not the worst way to die, but still.

You brought both of your hands to his hips, steadying him as he bucked his hips into you

It seemed like he was cumming for hours, an absolute mess, black hair draping down on his sweaty face.

Eventually, Zuko pushed himself up from his slumped form, running a hair through his locks, trying to play it cool

The sight of you was dirty and so, so beautiful. Lips plumped, curls springing out left and right from your hair, tears of arousal brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

"Enjoy yourself?" You managed to smile, voice weak and throat a bit sore. With the help of Zuko, his hands held yours to help you balance. The long time on your knees had certainly taken a bit of a toll.

"Fuck yes-" he sighed, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. Just as you did to him, he placed small kisses along your neck, up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "You're so good. So beautiful."

"Can I return the favor...?" Zuko whispered, voice hoarse and raspy from the moans.

"Of course, my king." You replied, bringing your hands up to his hair, pulling slightly. "Let's recreate one of my dreams."

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I'm The Right One For You

Gif credit @spooky-cory.

Requested by @stellarosedutton. I hope you like it Thanks for the request.

"Rip, Rip, babe"? Snapping your fingers in front of Rips face. You were trying to talk to him about the kids but he seemed like he had something more interesting on his mind and in his sight.

"What"? Rip, huffed turning his head to look at you.

"Where are you right now? I'm talking about the kids and you're off in lala land".

"I have lots of shit on my mind. I cant be talking about the kids, right now". Rip grumbled and grabbed his beer off the table and walked out the door.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you watched the kids play with their uncles. You knew this job was hard on Rip but you thought it would be easier if you and the kids were there to help out. But it just seemed to make things worse for Rip and you.

"You okay"? Lloyd came over and sat down in Rips spot.

"Yeah. I'm good".

"You know, ever since you and Rip got together. I could tell when you lie. It wasnt very often but when you did, you always said "I'm good". Not your normal bubbly self. So what's up"?

"I think, Beth Dutton has finally sunk her claws into Rip. She has been awfully flirty with him and he just shrugged it off at first but now I think they have something going on".

"Why do you think that"?

"He's distance. He never comes home at a descent hour nowadays. We havent had a conversation longer that "get to work". I'm starting to worry. We havent had sex in months. We use to do it every night".

Lloyd couldnt hold in his laughter. "I'm very aware of that. We could hear you miles away. But dont think to much into it. He's just stressed and hes working to hard". Lloyd tried to reassure you but it didn't help.

"I know. But something is wrong and he wont talk to me". You sigh running your hand through your hair.

"You need some sleep. Why don't you take the kids and head to bed. We'll be quiet".

"Yeah. Thanks for the talk, Lloyd".

"Anytime, sugar". Lloyd sent you a wink as you grabbed up Carson, your 2 year old son and Neveah, your 3 year old daughter with Rip.

Carson was already asleep when you hit home, just a walk down the trial. Neveah was a little chatter box. Opening the door on the house, you got a not so suprising shock. Your suspicions were right. Quickly covering Neveahs eyes with your hand.

"You cheating fucking bastard". Your voice made Beth giggle and Rip freak when he saw you.

"Its not what it looks like". Rip tried to explain.

"Did you slip in shit and went dick first into Beth's pussy"? You asked sarcastically.

"Dont cuss in front of the kids".

"Oh so you can cheat on their mother in front of them. Because this right here will scar them for life before me saying dick and pussy will. You fucking asshole". You grabbed up Neveah and headed back to the bunkhouse.

You kicked the door open as Rip was behind you. Everyone got quiet as you came in.

"Did you all know"? You asked everyone staring at you.

"No". Lloyd looked at you then to Rip with a disappointing look.

"Can you watch them so I can cool off and figure out what to do? Because I'm not staying here". You handed Ryan Neveah and laid Carson down on the beside him.

"Yeah, no problem".

You started outside and grabbed a sledgehammer on your way out that leaned against the house.

"Y/N, what are you doing"? Kayce heard the ruckus and came running out of the main house. Rip didnt follow you. He was probably getting a ear full from Lloyd and the others. They seemed to care about you more than Rip did.

"Stay out of this Kayce". You growled, going up to Beth's car and smashing her back windshield.

"Oh fuck". Kayce exclaimed, his hands going to his hair.

You smashed in her side windows and then her windshield with ease. You were beyond pissed.

"No no no". Kayce went to waving his arms.

Then you went on to Rips truck, you climbed on to his hood and smashed his windshield.

"That's my truck". Kayce yelled his neck vein popping out as the moonlight hit him.

You looked in the truck, there wasn't two carseats for the kids. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand". You screamed back.

"What does no no no mean to you"? Kayce dramatically through up his arms.

"Sorry". You got down from the hood of the truck and walked over to Kayce, who was having a nervous breakdown over his windshield.

"Where's Rips truck"?

"At your house, I'm guessing. Damn it, Y/N. Why did you do that for"?

"I caught Beth fucking Rip in our house".

"Shit, I'm sorry. You can continue on her car if you want"? Kayce chuckled, he tried covering his crying as he went up to his truck. "I love this truck".

"I'll pay for the windshield. Well, Rip will".

"Yeah, okay". Kayce sniffled and turned around to you. "You wanna talk about it"?

"Nah. I'm okay. I saw it coming. It was just a matter of time. I just wish that Naveah hadn't seen it". You handed Kayce the sledgehammer.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. That sucks".

"Yeah, so I'm going to go get the kids and go home. Rip can fuck off. Sorry again about your windshield".

"You need help? Um carrying the kids"?

"Sure. Thanks". You slightly smiled and went to the bunkhouse. When you got in the kids were asleep. Rip was gone and the guys were quietly playing poker.

"Thanks for watching them. I appreciate it". You told Lloyd and the others as you scooped up Carson.

"Any time. We're sorry about you and Rip. We gave him a lashing. He's sorry".

"Yeah, well. Fuck him. Thanks again".

Kayce and you started walking down to your house. The lights were out so you knew Rip wasnt home.

"You sure you want to stay here? You know, after what happened"? Kayce asked walking up the stairs, Naveahs arms wrapped around his neck.

"Shit. I didnt think of that. We'll just avoid the couch. Just put the kids in their beds". You chuckle as you opened the door. You averted your eyes and headed to Carsons room. Laying him down gently and kissing his head, before stepping out. Kayce met you in the hall way.

"Before you go can you help me"?

"Sure. Anything".

"You want me to touch that"? Kayce gagged as you laughed. You wanted the couch out of the house.

"Just grab it and let's go".

"They were naked. Doing the nasty".

"I thought you were a country boy. Not afraid of anything. Not some wimp".

"You've seen Rip naked and shit. I havent. I dont want the mental picture and his DNA all over my hands".

"Quit whining. I didnt want to see your sister balls deep on my boyfriend but I did. You can handle a little Rip jizz". You say with a laugh as Kayce dropped his side on the ground quickly wiping his hands off on his jacket with a disgusting face.

"You alright there"?

"Peachy".

"You alright"? Kayce asked.

"Surprisingly well. I thought I couldn't live without Rip, but after catching him. I dont want anything to do with him. Every time I see his face my skin crawls". You say putting your end of the couch down and dusting off your hands.

"Want some coffee"? You asked Kayce.

"You want company"? He replied.

"Yeah, I wont be able to sleep so might as well stay up with you". You snicker as Kayce playfully nudged your arm.

"Gee, thanks. I'm so glad I can keep you company".

"Um, when did you know Beth was after Rip"? Kayce questioned when you set his cup down in front of him.

"Months ago. When we all went to the rodeo. I took the kids to the bathroom and when I came back she had her head and arm laying on him. He just shrugged her off when he saw me. So I knew something would happen or had already happened". You gulped down the steaming hot coffee in your mouth.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not my place to say it but you're better without him".

"What you mean"?

"I mean no disrespect but what does he exactly do for you and the kids? He's hardly ever home. I've never seen him take the kids riding or even play with them. The horse hands do more than he has since you been here. I just dont know what you saw in him". Kayce felt he was treading on thin ice when he said that.

"When I met him, he was drunk. He's funny when he's drunk. We started dating, had Neveah then Carson and everything after changed when we moved in with him. Like we're stepping on his toes or something. Now he doesn't talk to me. So I guess what I saw in him.... I'm not sure anymore".

"You're a single mom basically. Now you're a single woman. What are your plans"?

"I dont know. I guess I can move back to my old house. It hasn't sold yet. Put the kids in daycare and still work here. But then Rip wouldnt want that and I dont want to see Beth all over him. So I'll have to get another job".

"You're really going to leave"? Kayce acted crushed.

"There's nothing here for me".

"I'm here. The guys are here". Kayce licked his lips as he looked at your lips.

"They dont want a mother with two kids here, weighing them down. Especially you, you dont need that".

"What if I want that"? Kayce looked into your eyes.

"Kayce, stop".

"What? I know you feel this connection between us. It's been there". Kayce stepped closer to you. His hand reached for yours on the counter top.

"I just broke up with Rip. You really decided that this was the perfect time to confess your love for me". You nervous chuckle.

"There isn't a better time then now. I want you. I may not be the man Rip is but I'll take care of you and the kids. I'll treat them as my own. You can move in with me and smother me with your toys and love". Kayce grinned.

"They do have lots of toys". You say looking around the house.

"What about Rip and Beth"?

"They have each other. Why cant we be happy together"?

"I dont know, Kayce".

"We'll take it slow. How about this Saturday, we go on a date. The guys can watch the kids and we'll get to know each other. I'm funny without being drunk, I have other great things about me. Plus I'm cute and you can't say no to this face". Kayce pointed to his face with a smirk.

"Okay. I'll go on a date with you. I don't want to hurt the kids if they get attached and we dont make it".

"I understand. But I have a feeling we're going to make it. I even see a little Dutton in our future". Kayce pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Is this you being funny or have you lost your mind"? You laugh, putting your hands on his chest.

"I'm just sure that we'll be together. We're going to have a great future together". Kayce leans in and captures your lips with his.

This all took you by surprise. You didnt know Kayce felt this way about you. But deep down you felt in your heart that this all happened for a reason and Kayce was meant for you. You just took a detour, a bumpy road and went off a cliff but was rescued by a cowboy named Kayce Dutton imagine that.

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