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lovegoodfics · 3 years ago

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summer air affairs | james potter

best friend’s dad!james potter x reader

word count: 2.5k

literal pure smut, kind of angst at the end

warnings: oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (sir, baby girl, princess, sweetheart), cheating, age gap (all characters are 100% of age and consenting), slight tears, cum eating kind of, no aftercare, bad writing and editing

a/n: this is my first fic! pls feel free to give me tips or constructive criticism! i hope u like it and i’m sorry it’s badly edited and not the best writing! i wrote/edited it on a red eye flight and am letting go of perfectionism for 2022 so i decided to just post it instead of reading it over and over in my drafts lol.

summary: your longtime crush and bedtime fantasy, james potter, catches you staring at harry’s birthday party.

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You had met James two summers ago, when Harry had invited some of his friends to the Potter manor for his 16th birthday. You and Harry weren’t particularly best friends or anything, but had shared numerous mutual friends and classes, and were considered part of the same general friend group.

The day of Harry’s 16th birthday party you spent fumbling, nervous, and extremely self conscious in your two piece bathing suit as you watched Harry’s dad kick a ball around in the garden with Harry, Dean, and Seamus. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t peel your eyes off the older man. His abs glistened under his opened beach shirt and the fabric of his short bathing suit trunks gripped his thighs in an unholy way.

You knew it was wrong. You knew his loving wife and Harry’s mother, Lily, was right beside you chatting up Luna and Ginny. You knew it was extremely inappropriate to be having thoughts like this about any man that age, never mind your friend’s dad.

However, none of that stopped you from dazing off in James’ direction, imagining him bending you over one of the pool chairs and pounding into you until your toes curled and your vision went white. Or maybe he’d take you into the bathroom and finger you on the counter, making you release all over his digits only feet away from the rest of your friends.

Even now, you remember every moment of that day as if it were a film reel you were able to rewind and repeat in the back of your head.

Your eyes followed his sweaty figure around the garden, even after the younger boys had tired out of playing football and retreated to the pool.

“Hey hon, can I get you something?” James had noticed your staring and the look of sheer lust in your eyes.

You froze in horror, “Oh! oh- uh, no. no I’m okay. thank you, though.” Your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn’t tell if he had caught you or if he was just being kind, and either option only drew you to him more. James was not naive, and he only pretended to not know your sick fantasies to spur you on even more.

“You sure princess? Plenty of food in the kitchen.”

You froze at the nickname. Was he doing this on purpose? Did he know that the use of that word in his voice, directed at you, drove you mad? The wink he shot at you confused you even more. There was no way this sex god, this beautiful, married, older man was returning any part of your interest.

You opened your mouth to continue your protests, but James shushed you immediately and led you into the manor with a palm on the small of your back.

“Really, sir, I’m okay. I don’t need anything” you came to your senses and panicked as you tried to escape a situation that would require you to control yourself in a room with James, alone.

“Sir?” he mocked with a cheeky grin, ignoring your protests.

“Mr. Potter! sorry, sorry, I meant Mr.Potter!” You didn’t think you could possibly fluster anymore than this, and you would’ve bet ten galleons that your face was as red as the bathing trunks hugging James’ ass and thighs.

“Between just me and you, I think I liked you calling me sir better,” he leant down to your height and whispered in your ear.

He pulled you through the kitchen and into their vast pantry, bigger than you’ve ever seen.

As he began to pour a large glass of ice water- for himself or you, you weren’t sure- he spoke up. “You really should learn how to check people out more subtlety. I’m flattered and all, but you’re lucky people didn’t notice.”

You gulped, your face turning even redder, breaking the levels of blushing you thought was physically possible. You started rambling, just letting the avalanche of words tumble out of your mouth and hoping somehow they formed a coherent defense.

“Mr.Potter! I wasn’t checking- or- looking at you or anything, I promise! I tend to daze off a bit, sometimes it’s just in someone’s direction! Really I didn’t-“

He cut you off as if he hadn’t been listening to your ramblings at all.

“You know, i’m a very observant person. when Harry was a baby I knew exactly what he was asking for based on the different sounds of his cries. I knew what his favorite foods were before he could communicate it. I knew my best friends were fucking years before they came out of the closet to me. And right then, in the garden, I knew you were checking me out, not just zoning out. I also knew that i was turning you on. And I can tell now, even though you’re denying it and you’re shaking with nerves, being in here with me alone, makes you hornier than ever.”

Your jaw dropped. James had read you like a book, and based on the sly smirk on his face as he raised the glass of water to his lips ever so casually, he also was aware that all of his “observations” about you were correct.

“Mr. Potter, really, I am so sorry, it’s honestly just a crush, I can leave right now! I really don’t mean to intrude on anything, I never meant for you to notice! Merlin, fuck! I am so so sorry.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears and a lump form in your throat as you apologized. You had never been so mortified and turned on in your life.

“Don’t call me Mr. Potter, it makes me feel old. Also watch your language,” he said with a sense of pride and victory in his voice as he leaned back against the counter, putting his abs on display.

“Oh! I’m sorry mr- I mean, what should I call you?”

You were still timid at this point, but you slightly wanted a hole to swallow you up where you stood a little less, as he didn’t seem offended or angry about the situation.

He leaned forward so his face was inches from yours, and breathed directly into the side of your ear, “Didn’t, I tell you this already? Call me Sir.”

At that moment you made eye contact with him and let out a small “Yes, Sir.”

He let out what could only be described as a growl from deep within him before grabbing your cheeks with either hand and smashing his lips on to yours.

Once you got over the split second of lightheartedness from your wildest bedtime-fantasies becoming true, you began to kiss him back, matching the hunger and primalness he brought to the kiss.

“Jump,” he whispered into the kiss, never leaving your lips. You wrapped your legs around his torso and he put either of his large, brute hands on your butt as he walked you somewhere else in the house. somewhere more private, you assumed.

When he finally set you down and slammed the door shut, you realized you were sitting on a bathroom counter, and based on the pictures hanging on the wall and the various quidditch decorations scattered around, you could tell it was Harry’s bathroom.

“Do you know your silencing spells” he asked, before returning his hands to the area where your butt met your thighs.

“Yes-I- I think so” you stuttered out, reaching into the pocket of your loose coverup shirt for your wand.

“Muffliato.” The door’s edges lit up for a split second before fading back, proving your charm to be successful.

“Good girl,” James had muttered into your ear before scattering bites along your earlobe and the nape of your neck.

You shivered at the nickname, leaning into his touch and kisses involuntarily.

“You like being my good girl, princess?” He picked up your reaction to the words. how observant of him.

“Yes Sir. Yes, please!”

“Then hold still.”

In just a few quick motions, James had undone the strings of your bikini top and the strings on either side of your bottoms, leaving you completely naked except for the coverup that had already made it’s way down to your wrists.

Without a word, James had kneeled down so his face sat right in front of your pussy.

“What a beautiful fucking cunt for a beautiful girl. Dripping for me, baby.”

You whined at the praise, then gasped as he suddenly attached his lips to your clit. His tongue danced around your bundle of nerves until he found a pattern that had your eyes rolling back in your head and your fingertips turning white from grasping at his hair so hard.

He lapped at your nub like a mad man, adding a finger into your hole that had been clenching around nothing.

“Dirty fucking girl, I can tell you’re close already.” You merely moaned in response, pushing your hips closer to his face.

After a minute or two more of his expert ministrations, he mumbled “Cum for me princess,” his lips never leaving your aching pussy.

Your back arched and your toes curled as you released your orgasm, thanking merlin that James had made you cast that silencing spell due to the outright pornographic scream you had let out.

Your vision was slightly blurred when you opened your eyes again a few seconds later and were greeted with the view of James wiping your juices off of his face with the back of his hand.

“Thank you, sir.” Your voice was hoarse as you somehow managed to speak.

“Such good manners. Good girl.”

He brought his lips back to your clit before you reflexively scooched back and let out a yelp of “No! Too much!”

He laughed before returning to his feet, his hands resting on the mirror behind you on the sides of your head.

“Only teasing baby, relax.”

He kissed you with the same hunger he had before, letting you taste yourself all over his tongue and lips.

He took one of your hands and placed it on his now fully hardened cock, pressing down slightly so you’d get the hint.

“Ever touch a cock before sweetheart?” He asked, using his other hand to swipe the spit off your lips from the previous kiss.

“Only once, I- I don’t know if I’m very good.”

He let out another chuckle, making you frown. You didn’t know what was so funny about all of this to him.

“Baby girl looking like that, there’s no way that you’ll be anything but amazing. Pretty girls like you are born to touch cock.”

He pulled you off the counter and pushed you down to your knees, his playful demeanor suddenly turning cold and hard.

“Suck.” He demanded, grabbing your hair at the back of your head and pushing your mouth towards his reddened tip.

Without question you closed your eyes and wrapped your lips around him, using your tongue to swirl around his tip and collect the precum that had leaked out.

He pushed you down further, hardly giving you time to adjust your jaw to his size and the motions of a blow job.

“Fuck,” he tilted his head back at the sudden onset of pleasure, “Don’t close your eyes princess. Look at me while you suck me off.”

You obeyed him so suddenly; it felt as if you were made to be under his control. You strained your eyes upward to meet his, leading to another string of profanities to come out of his mouth.

He began to set a fast, yet shallow pace with the ponytail he had gathered at the back of your head. You silently thanked him for giving you some sort of mercy by not going all the way to the back of your throat. This was only your second blowjob you had ever given and you weren’t sure you could take his size all the way down quite yet.

He continued his pace, and his cursing, as you wrapped your hand around the rest of the length that wasn’t fitting into your mouth, with your other hand gently fondling his balls.

“Shit! Fuck, babe, you were fucking made for this. Fuck! Made to suck my cock you dirty fucking whore.”

While you knew praise was one of your favorite things from a few past steamy makeouts in the dormitories, you had never considered degradation until you felt a gush of arousal come out at his filthy words.

You moaned around his length and sped up your mouth and hand slightly, now setting the pace yourself rather than having James guide you.

“Fucking shit princess, I’m about to fucking cum, Merlin-“

He pulled out of your mouth in a split second and came all over your face. His cum mixed with the saliva dripping around your mouth and the tears that had let themselves flow at some point during you sucking him off.

“You look perfect,” he groaned, using his two thumbs to wipe all the liquids from your face. Once he had gathered most of the mess you two had made on you, he stuck his thumbs deep into your mouth.

The sudden intrusion made you gag, but you sucked his thumbs clean and swallowed nonetheless.

His dominant persona immediately dropped and returned to his charming, goofy self as Harry’s dad, offering a hand to help you up from the marbled floor.

“You okay love?” He smirked, pulling his swimming trunks back up.

“Yeah, yeah I’m great. Thanks,” you half smiled at him, standing awkwardly in front of him, fully bare.

“I better get back out there, don’t want the Mrs. wondering where I went,” he chuckled, ruffling his hair back into its usual mess rather than its sex-mess.

“You should probably get dressed, tell them you were looking for the bathroom or something if anyone asks. Enjoy the party, sweets!” Without a second glance back at you, he had closed the door behind him.

You were left standing naked there in shock. Did he really just leave like that? You weren’t expecting a candlelit bath or anything, but at least a kiss or some comforting fucking words would have been nice.

As you began to retie all the strings that put together your bikini, you realized you didn’t feel nearly as dirty or as used as you probably should. You realized that you honestly didn’t care much about how you felt after the sex, if you could even call it that technically, because you just felt so good during it.

If this was the price you had to pay to fulfill all of your fantasies with who you thought was your most unattainable, wildest crush? You’d do it again in a heartbeat, fuck aftercare.

You made your way back out to the garden, trying to erase any evidence of a post sex-glow before you walked over to your group of friends. You sat on a pool chair beside Ginny and Luna.

“Where did you disappear off to?” Ginny nonchalantly asked, placing another piece of fruit that her and Luna were snacking on into her mouth.

“Was looking for a bathroom,” you lied, using the excuse James had told you to use.

After all, you’d obey anything James told you to.

#james potter smut #marauders x reader smut #marauders x reader #marauders smut #james potter x reader #james potter #harry potter smut #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #bestfriendsdad!james

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bettercallwillow · 3 years ago

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Would u do Bruce Wayne like … rough breeding kink and crying etc 😭

wanted to make this into a full fic so sorry ab the delay !!

thank you, mister wayne; bruce wayne

summary: bruce expects some sort of payment for saving your life

warnings: dom!bruce, rough sex, sir kink, impact play (like once), orgasm denial, breeding kink, dacryphilia, degrading, penetration, everything is consensual

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When you woke, your surroundings were unfamiliar. Sitting up, your eyes met with a man sat next to the bed you were in. That's when everything from yesterday flooded back to you.

You had only left the house to put some money in the bank, living on your own in Gotham didn't come cheap. But instead of a short trip, some men had decided to hold up the place, causing you to be caught up in the mess.

They hadn't really hurt you, a few scratches here and there from pushing you around, but nonetheless, he had shown up. The last thing you remember was being carried out of the bank before succumbing to your concussion.

"Glad to see you're awake, doll," he spoke when he realised you had awoken, "Had a nasty fall thanks to them,"

"Mr. Wayne?" your brow furrowed, you were confused for a second- until you connected the dots, "Oh my- you're Batman?" To say you were shocked was an understatement, of all the people in Gotham, Bruce Wayne was the fucking Batman.

"I'm afraid you know my secret," he let out a low chuckle, holding his hands up in defeat, "But something tells me you wouldn't tell a soul, would you?"

You bit your lip, he wasn't wrong. Telling people hadn't even crossed your mind, why would you? Money? Fame? As broke as you were, you wouldn't out somebody's biggest secret for a few extra bucks.

"Good girl," Bruce smirked when you shook your head. A blush rose to your cheeks and he certainly noticed, his smirk quickly changing into a grin, "You liked that, didn't you? Like it when I call you a good girl?"

You nodded sheepishly and he leaned forward in his seat, supporting himself by putting both arms on the bed, "What's your name, darling?"

"Y/N," you answered, moving your gaze down to the bedsheets below you. Bruce leant forward and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him, "Well, Y/N, I think you owe me for helping you out, hm?"

"I- I'm not sure what you-"

"Yes you do, doll," he tutted, letting go of your chin and leaning back in his seat, "Surely you're not that stupid, are you?"

You shook your head, feeling heat pool in your lower stomach, "No, m'not stupid,"

"Good," he shot you a small grin before slamming his lips against yours. You kissed back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you.

Bruce wasted no time in undressing you, breaking away from the kiss to pull the oversized tee you we wearing over your head. He paused when the clothing was tossed to the side, licking hips lips as his gaze fell on your chest.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured, fingers toying with the lace on your bra. His lips attached to your left nipple as soon as he removed the fabric, earning himself a soft moan from you as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

His hands crept down to your thighs, his grip on them firm, pulling them open so your clothed cunt was exposed. Bruce pulled away from your chest, looking down to observe the small wet patch on the cotton.

"Already?" he grinned, hooking his fingers around the hem. You flushed, lifting your hips from the bed so he could slide your panties down your legs.

"Please, don't tease," you huffed when he ran a finger down your slit, squirming slightly in anticipation. He pinched your clit, making you yelp, "I don't think you're the one who should be giving orders, doll,"

"S-sorry," you whimpered as Bruce circled your entrance, gathering the slick on his fingers before rubbing small circles on your clit. Small gasps left your lips, the sound like absolute heaven to his ears.

Just as you started to feel your orgasm approaching, he pulled away his hand, making you let out a groan of frustration. A sharp pain stung your cheek and you yelped; he'd just hit you.

And you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on even more.

"Don't act like such a fucking brat," he spat, roughly grabbing your waist and pulling you towards the end of the bed. The way he manhandled you had you squirming, "Sorry, sir, I'll be good,"

"That's more like it," Bruce shot you a grin before moving to work at his trousers, pulling them down to his mid-thigh along with his boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw his already hard length, you had never taken somebody that big before.

You placed a hand on his chest when he lined up to you entrance, making him stop, "What's wrong?" Bruce asked, a sudden look of concern on his face.

"I- I don't think you'll fit," you muttered sheepishly, your cheeks tinted bright red. He let out a dark chuckle, bringing a hand up to softly pat your cheek, "Don't you worry, darling, I'll make it fit,"

As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his hips forward roughly, making you cry out and bury your face in his neck. "Fuck!" a burning sensation grew throughout your abdomen and you shut your eyes, waiting for the pain to pass.

"S'alright, doll, won't hurt for long," he remained still, giving you time to adjust to his size. As quick as the pain had come, it faded-- turning into pleasure. Removing your face from his neck, you looked up at him, "M'ready, sir,"

After hearing that you were okay for him to move, he slowly started to pull out; stopping when just the tip was inside before slamming back into you. You let out a loud moan, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"So tight, fuck," Bruce breathed, his voice slightly strained, "Feel like heaven,"

He started a steady but fast rhythm, managing to hit that sweet spot with every snap of his hips. "Right there, god, so good," you babbled, the pleasure running through you too overwhelming for you to speak properly.

Capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, he swallowed the moans and whimpers that were rolling off your tongue. It was messy; teeth clacking together every now and again as he explored your mouth with his tongue.

Every time Bruce's cock hit your cervix, you saw stars-- the feeling of being so full similar to that of ecstasy. "Gonna- Gonna cum," you whined, pulling away from the kiss and resting your forehead against his.

"No you're not," he growled, pulling out of you and spinning you around so you were now bent over the bed. He placed a hand on the small of your back, pushing so your upper torso was pressed into the mattress.

Before you could whimper at the loss of him, he pushed inside you with force, taking the breath from your lungs. Once again, Bruce set a harsh pace; rutting into you like there was no tomorrow, "Gonna let me fill you up, eh? Make you have my kids,"

"Yeah, want- want your cum, sir," you moaned into the sheets below you, the prospect of him finishing inside you making you impossibly wetter. Grunts left his lips as he approached his orgasm, his thighs starting to shake as he pushed you down further into the bed, "Such a good whore- fuck,"

Bruce's hips stilled as he came, buried in you up to the hilt. He leant over, placing sloppy kisses on your shoulder, moaning into the heated skin, "Cum, doll, all over m'cock,"

The moan that left your mouth as you came was deafening, the sheets below you doing little to muffle the sound. "So fucking good, sir- god," your hands gripped the bed below you, the feeling of his seed inside you just heavenly.

He pulled out of you, the load he had just spent leaking down your thighs. He tutted, lifting a finger and gathering all of it, pushing it back into you, "Can't waste it, not if you're gonna carry m'babies,"

#bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne #batman 2022 #battinson #batman #the batman

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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hi i’d like max x reader where he’s having very stressful day at work like everything that can go wrong does go wrong and the reader is his gf and bc of all this stuff going wrong he forgets that she’s supposed to visit him at work so she comes in and starts talking about her day and how great it was and then he just shoots up and goes to hug her and starts kissing her and playing with her hair and she’s like ??? cause this never happens and he just lays his head on her lap and he rants about his day and she listens and she tries to comfort him as best she can thank u 🥺

Rough Day At Work [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Author's note: Oh. my god. This is a long one. I write a lot of Maxwell fluff but this one is by far one of my favourites. It's a journey of pure, unadulterated sweetness with a sliver of comedy. And it's set at Christmas— perfect to get you in the festive mood! Reblogs appreciated because this isn't showing up in tags.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: food mention, drink mention, brief allusions to sex, Maxwell is ~stressed~.

Rating: PG-13

Masterlist in pinned! Requests open x

Maxwell Lord had his fair share of bad days. Things almost always went wrong in his line of work, but it was almost never his fault. He could always squander up an excuse or find someone else to blame. But today it was one thing after another.

He was late. He had a meeting with the board team first thing but as the Christmas traffic filled the bustling roads of DC, he had already missed the first twenty five minutes of the conference. He practically fell out of the black limo that drove him to work every morning, plodging his feet through the thick layers of snow. It was so deep this morning, the ice cold water seeped through his leather Armani shoes and even through his favourite cashmere socks. The ones with little purple polka dots. He shivered uncomfortably as the clumps of ice sat in between his toes, melting, and so every footstep made an obscene squelching noise. He didn't have the time to fuss around and change his shoes. The bottoms of his tailored pants were dripping. He bolted through the glass revolving doors of Black Gold Cooperative, trailing a pool of water behind him. His receptionist Anna, and his assistant Raquel, stood up abruptly, their eyes widening as they saw their boss in such a hurried frenzy.

"Mr Lord! You have your nine o’ clock meeting and it’s now nine twenty-” Raquel raised her hand and called for him, but he didn't bother to stop in his tracks.

"Yes Raquel, I know!" Maxwell yelled after her, already tapping his feet impatiently as he waited for the elevator. "Cmon, cmon…" he grumbled as it slowly made its way down from the 25th floor to the ground floor.

When Maxwell entered the board meeting, his cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold winter weather. His eyes were glazed and the waves in his dark blonde hair were falling out of place. He had styled it perfectly this morning, the same way he did it every morning. You had even helped him, brushing through his locks when he had hopped out the shower. But now he looked as though he had just run a marathon, breaking out in a cold sweat. He swore if he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he'd have a heart attack. But surely, the day couldn't get any worse. Right? Maxwell had made it to the meeting, albeit late. At least he was there.

Wrong.

"I am so sorry." he scrambled, plopping his briefcase down on the table and slipping past the many occupied chairs. He slumped down in one eventually, pulling out in a notepad and pen. "Bad traffic," he huffed. "Can someone give me the lowdown?"

He eventually looked up to see his company. Twelve older ladies in pink button down dresses and white frilly aprons, their hair tied back into matching low buns. Maxwell froze up, his gaze wandering from woman to woman as it slowly began to sink in.

"Mr Lord…" the woman at the head of the table said cautiously. She looked just as baffled. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've worked for Black Gold Cooperative for five years now but never did I expect to see you in person."

Maxwell looked back at the other girls who were all nodding in agreement, beaming with excitement. "Uh." He didn't know what to say, but instead, he placed his pen and notepad back into the inside of his suit jacket pocket and stood up. "I think- I think I'm in the wrong meeting." he announced.

"We are the body of staff who are responsible for the cleanliness and hygiene of your company sir. We spend ten hours a day washing and tidying every surface, every inch of this building. We take great care of it." one of the ladies spoke up and Maxwell became even more confused. Although clearly, on a day like this, it didn't take much to confuse him.

"The cleaning staff have meetings in here?" He wondered out loud, immediately regretting the words as soon as they left his lips. He didn't want to come off as rude. "I mean, I'm your employer. Pft, of course I know that you have meetings. And I'm glad you do so. It's good to take direction!" he was doing that motivational voice he used on television, making the 60 year old cleaners swoon with admiration. "I- I should get going but. Uh, yes. Lovely to meet you all."

"Mr Lord!" A lady with ebony hair and crinkles by her eyes stood up, handing Maxwell his briefcase. He nodded appreciatvely and walked to the door where her hand met his arm and stopped him in his tracks. "Could I get your autograph, please? I'm just a huge fan of your infomercials."

Maxwell checked the time on his wristwatch. Almost half an hour late, but he couldn't deny one of his cleaners. Once upon a time he wouldn't have bothered giving them a second glance yet he leaned over the table and signed his name on a sticky note. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Pamela," she beamed brightly.

"Nice to meet you Pamela, have a good day." he pat her shoulder and went open the door when another voice yelled his name.

"Mr Lord!" a woman with white hair stood up, a grin pinned on her face. "I'm Doris," she introduced confidently, but her voice was shaky with her old age. "I remember when your father was on the television. I used to clean for him too, you know? Oh, he was such a lovely gentleman. And you look more and more like him every day. Such a handsome man, you are."

Maxwell stiffened up, his hand grabbing the door handle so hard he was sure his knuckles might've turned white. "Oh," was the only thing that could really leave his lips. He wanted to leave.

"Mr Lord, your father I mean-, every Christmas he'd give little old me a kiss," she recalled, her heart blooming at the memory. "Of course I wasn't old then. I was young. And beautiful."

Maxwell exhaled and nodded his head, unsure of really what to say or where this conversation was going. All he could think about was the board meeting that he was already extremely late for. Maxwell pushed down on the door handle and Doris let out a long dramatic sigh, making Maxwell pause once again to hear what she had to say. "I haven't been kissed like that, by a man as attractive as your father, in years." she sighed longingly, fluttering her eyelashes.

That was when Maxwell realised. He sighed quietly, his eyes scanning the room. All the cleaners were staring at him, expecting him to make his move on poor old Doris. Then, he turned back to Doris and offered her that familiar Hollywood smile. The same smile that the whole world was used to seeing on five o'clock television. He took her hand and brushed a soft kiss over her wrinkled knuckles before gently dropping her hand again. There was no denying the pink blush that coloured her cheeks. The action earned a few squeaks and squeals around the room and while they were all babbling with excitement about what they'd just witnessed happen to their friend Doris, Maxwell took the opportunity to run.

He did finally make it to the meeting. He squeezed past his business associates, trying to locate his chair around the table. In the process, he knocked over a cup of coffee. It spilled all over Maxwell, and one of his colleagues. Maxwell's pale blue suit jacket was now stained with brown espresso, and he knew it would take more than just a few washes to get the stain out. He muttered a small 'sorry' before finding his seat and taking out his notepad and pen. Just as he finished writing the date at the top of his piece of paper, the director of the meeting called it quits and everyone flustered out of the room.

All this had happened and it was only ten in the morning.

Luckily, that was the only meeting of the day and he knew he was going to be spending the rest of the day in his office doing paperwork. That was easy enough. Maxwell padded into his enormous office which took up the entirety of the top floor at Black Gold Cooperative headquarters. He shut the double doors, finding peace in knowing that there was no need for anyone to come in and distract him. Maxwell tugged off his blazer and hung it on the back of a chair. He unclipped his suspenders that held his tailored pants up, and threw them to one side, along with his shoes and soaked socks. He padded into the closet at the back of his office and shuffled out of his pants, changing into some grey sweatpants.

He smiled, beginning to feel warm again. Wearing the sweatpants reminded him of you and it made him feel like he was at home. He remembered a few weeks into your relationship; your surprise when you caught a glimpse of his wardrobe. Not a single piece of casual wear in sight. You wondered if Maxwell Lord had ever known the comfort of sweatpants and so, that afternoon, you went out and bought him a pair. They changed his life. Maxwell would always favour his suits, that's just who he was, but he would love to wear the sweats when he wanted to lounge about in the house.

He was tired. His hair was still damp, the dark blonde waves curling at the nape of his neck and falling out of place every time he tried to remedy it. He still smelled vaguely of espresso, and was still haunted by the interaction of Doris the cleaner. He pursed his lips together into a thin line at the memory of kissing her hand.

Maxwell walked over to his desk and sunk into his chair, holding his head in his hands. Finally some peace.

Until there was a loud knock at the door. Maxwell swung his head back and groaned. "Come in!" he shouted, quickly composing himself for whoever wished to see him. It was his blonde assistant, Raquel.

"Hi sir!" she beamed, waving her free hand and placing a glossy catalogue on the table.

"Raquel." Maxwell nodded politely, sitting up and looking at the catalogue she had positioned before him.

"For the Christmas gala," she explained, flicking open the pages and pointing out different things. She'd carefully highlighted and labelled everything she wanted to show him, making it easier for his conveience. "I was thinking huge black and gold balloons with the company name on. Gold confetti. Banners and streamers hanging from every corner. A buffet, and every table cloth will also have the company's name on, printed in small, glitter ink." Her loud and chatty voice was giving Maxwell a headache.

"Yeah, balloons with Black Gold Cooperative written on really scream ‘Have a Very Merry Capitalist Christmas’." he sighed, slowly looking up at her. She blinked a few times. "Well Raquel?" he quizzed, growing irritable. It wasn't her fault, it's just everything was beginning to build up. She blinked again, dumbfounded by his comment. "Is that what Christmas is about to you?"

"W-what do you mean?" she asked nervously, removing her hand from the catalogue and taking a step back from his desk.

"What about red and green balloons? We'll have a Christmas tree in the ballroom. We could even make it family friendly and hire a Santa Claus for the kids to meet." Maxwell suggested. "And no weird company merchandise."

Raquel blinked, not saying a word. It had never really dawned on Maxwell how much you had changed him. His staff realised practically instantly— from the moment he came into work after the first time you had spent the night, it was like he was a changed man. He held the door open for people, he wished people a good morning. And as your relationship with him developed, you opened up a brand new side to him. He became more affectionate and caring for those around him, a feeling he had shut off from the world for his entire life.

He had never cared for Christmas, never cared as much to host a Christmas gala either. His father died during the festive season and it hadn't been the same without him. His mother didn't do much to celebrate. Maxwell had everything he always wanted; all the new toys and fanciest designer clothes. But it meant nothing to him without his father. Christmas meant nothing to him without love. That's why it all changed when he met you. You finally brought love back into his life, and everything felt whole again. You completed him. You taught him how to enjoy events and celebrate. You taught him happiness but most importantly, you taught a cold and broken man how to love and be loved in return.

The Christmas gala was your idea. One night, around a month ago, you and Maxwell were both lying in bed together. Maxwell had expressed to you that he wanted to do something special for his staff at work. Over the past few years since he had met you, he'd slowly been softening with the people around him. Christmas time was no different and his staff were always jolly to receive a hefty bonus from him. But they didn't expect anything more.

You came up with the idea of a gala, and Maxwell couldn't help but smirk a little when you mentioned it. He knew that your suggestion was deeply rooted into the fact you had always wanted to attend a gala, wear a beautiful dress and have your hair and makeup done. More importantly, you wanted to go to a gala with Maxwell and have him by your side looking as handsome as ever. The prospect excited you so much. With Maxwell, you knew that you wanted for nothing. That he could give you anything and everything. But you would never ask. You wanted him to know that for as long as he was with you, you had everything you needed.

Normally for Maxwell, gala’s were a place for adults only. Bars that served the best alcohol and a place where men who were just as rich as him would meet and schmooze. Before you, gala’s were a fine opportunity for Maxwell to meet a lady and take her home. That's all he enjoyed them for. But you had taught Maxwell that there was more to life than wealth, women and good champagne. He was so sure you'd love the idea of turning the gala into a family friendly party, and he was certain that his employees (the likes of the cleaning staff, for example) would love the ability to bring their families to such a high class event.

"Don't worry Raquel," Maxwell smiled. "Forget about the party planning for now. I know someone who would love to organise the Christmas gala." Today was tough, but everytime he thought about you, he couldn't wipe the grin from his face. He was one lovesick puppy. "Could you bring me a coffee?"

Raquel nodded and picked the catalogue back up, padding out his office without saying another word.

At around twelve o’clock, Maxwell was about to take his lunch break- but the phone on his desk began to ring. "Maxwell Lord." he introduced himself, holding the phone to his ear. It was the CEO of Powergrid Electrics, an electrical company in Rome. Rude and unhinged, the boss man reminded Maxwell of a version of himself that he had left in the past.

Maxwell had almost sealed an amazing deal with the company, but it had seemed that the CEO hadn't received a vital part of the contract. Trying to regulate the anger that was building up inside of him, Maxwell shakily put the phone back on the hook and called his second assistant, Emmerson, into his office.

"It's impossible," Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows together in bewilderment, after explaining the situation. He scrambled amongst the papers that were stacked mountain high on his desk. "I put it in the envelope and had Raquel send it off to Rome last week. I remember… I know I didn't forget. I never forget." he said, trying to sound as composed and confident as possible. There was no mistake in the worried little warble in his voice, though.

Emmerson, Maxwell's second assistant, wasn't sure if he was going to regret his next move. "Sir," his voice was timid and small. Maxwell's eyes snapped up to meet Emmerson's and Emmerson felt his heart rate increase rapidly. Emmerson reached over Maxwell's desk, picking up a folded piece of paper with a sticky note on top that read 'For Raquel: give to Rome'. "Is it possible that this is the missing part of the contract? That maybe, you might have just, forgotten to give it to Raquel?" he said slowly, trying to beat around the bush as much as possible.

Maxwell slowly reached over to the slip of paper, unravelling it like he was scared to see what the contents would reveal. He sighed out loud when he realised he had, in fact, forgotten to give Raquel the document, and there was no one to blame but himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating what to do next. He didn't want to believe he was out of options. He wasn't one to give up, especially when it came to the sanctity of his business.

"I need you to go to Rome." He said immediately and Emmerson's jaw dropped.

"I- I'm sorry?" Emmerson quizzed, confused and still slightly afraid of how impulsive Maxwell was being. "With all due respect, can't you just call Rome and ask for an extension on the deadline?"

Maxwell scoffed. "Call Rome? I can't just call a country," Emmerson was about to interject to explain that wasn't exactly what he meant but Maxwell didn't allow it. There was something about the way Maxwell's brain worked… he didn't get where he was today from taking the advice of his assistants. "You will go to Rome and give Powergrid Electrics the remaining part of the contract yourself. I trust you."

"But sir-" Emmerson raised a shaky hand.

"Oh, I see, you're worried about accomodation," Maxwell assumed, chuckling lightly. "I'll get you a five star hotel and give you a spending allowance of three hundred euros a day, how does that sound? No need to fret. Hurry along now."

"Mr Lord," Emmerson deadpanned finally, causing Maxwell to look up at his assistant in bewilderment. Emmerson was still afraid of his boss, of course, but he knew he had to stand his ground. "I can't go to Italy."

There were a few beats of silence. "What?" Maxwell questioned. "Don't be ridiculous. It's a free trip of a lifetime. You have an easy job to do. You can spend the rest of the day souvenir shopping. I don't care. Just get the contract delivered." He ordered.

"No." Emmerson put his foot down.

"No?" Maxwell repeated, raising his eyebrows like he was due an explanation.

"Mr Lord, I didn't want to say anything because it seems… you've had a lot going on today. But my girlfriend, Katherine, she's due our baby. See, we're having a son. I'm not sure if you knew… I mean, you probably didn't know. But, I promised Katie- uh, Katherine, that I'd meet her at the hospital after my shift. I wish I could help you sir, I really do. But I love my girlfriend and I've been waiting nine months to meet our son so if you please-"

The old Maxwell Lord would've burned red with rage, firing poor Emmerson on the spot, right then and there. How dare he question Maxwell. How dare he deny Maxwell. How dare he choose his love life, his family over his job. But right now, Maxwell couldn't help the small smile creep upon his lips. He was overjoyed, just wishing Emmerson had told him of the amazing news before now.

"Congratulations," Maxwell said, his voice quiet but his eyes gleaming. "On the addition of your family. That's really great."

Emmerson stood as still as ever, blinking a few times. He waited for Maxwell to snap and finally lose it. He was waiting to get the sack. But nothing. "Uh, thank you, sir." Emmerson replied hesitantly, like he wasn't sure what to expect from Maxwell.

The following few moments of silence, Maxwell spent thinking about you. He thought about how radiant you glowed this morning and how he wished he didn't have to leave your side. You were the love of his life and quite frankly, since meeting you, he understood the priority of choosing love over wealth. He finally had someone he could hold onto during the dead of night, someone to ramble to about his feelings, someone he could kiss and love and cherish forever.

Maxwell Lord finally loved something more than his business and that was you. Emmerson coughed awkwardly, breaking the silence and Maxwell flicked his wrist up, checking the time on his gold Rolex. It was almost twelve thirty.

"Why are you still here?" Maxwell grinned, swinging his hand to point a finger towards the door. "Go! You have a son to meet!"

"Sir, I don't finish until five o’ clock." Emmerson replied, stiffening up.

"No no no! Go home, go see your girlfriend, please." Maxwell stood up and shook his assistants hand. "I have no doubt you'll be an amazing father," he said genuinely. "And I'll have Y/N send over some flowers and a donation after the birth."

"You- you're really letting me off work early?" Emmerson beamed and Maxwell nodded his head enthusiastically. "Oh how can I ever thank you?"

"I hear Maxwell is a popular choice of name for baby boys right now," the CEO charmed and Emmerson let out a small but genuine laugh. "Now go! Tell Katherine I send my love."

"I will do, thank you sir." Emmerson grinned, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack and merrily running out of the office.

Maxwell sunk into the plushness of his leather chair, still unable to escape the smile that played on his lips. He imagined the possibility of you, the love of his life, carrying his child. He thought about how beautiful you would look, how you'd glow, and how he'd simply give up everything to take care of you. Make sure you had everything you needed during your pregnancy. He imagined building the nursery with you and picking out some books on parenting, studying with you so he could ensure that he'd be the best father ever. He'd never wanted kids. In fact he hated the idea of having little mini Maxwell’s running around and causing fuss and torment, but the idea of you raising them alongside him made his heart flutter. He was certain of the unconditional love you’d have for them. Similar to the unconditional love he had for you.

His eyes darted back to the unsent report on his desk and he sighed. Guess I have to call Rome after all. He thought.

Maxwell was counting the minutes until he could go home and see you. He wanted nothing more than to curl up on the sofa with you, the fire on, and watch one of those cheesy Christmas movies you liked so much. He heard the doors to his office open, frustration racing through him as he prepared himself for the next bout of 'things going wrong'. He'd normally yell at someone if they entered his office without knocking but he was so tired. So so tired.

When he saw you, he swore his heart stopped. There you were, his blessing in disguise. His angel. You were wearing your red winter coat and knee high brown boots, and you plopped your purse and a bag on one of the many side tables in his office. You took off your gloves and pulled off your wooly bobble hat, stuffing them lazily in your pocket and offered him a happy smile. He scrambled to his feet, not taking his eyes off you for a second and ran up to you, sweeping you off your feet and spinning you around. You squealed, grabbing onto him for your life and he put you down, pulling you into a tight warm hug.

"You're freezing cold." he grimaced, pulling your hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants in hope they'd warm up.

"It's snowing again." you whispered happily, smiling into his neck. He was delighted, having you in his arms and being able to smell the familiarity of your shampoo and perfume. He knew for sure now, he was going to be okay.

"I can see." he replied, moving one of his hands up to your face and padding out the pearly snowdrops that were balanced in your hair. "I am so glad to see you sweetheart." he hummed, sending vibrations through your body. You felt your heart blossom in your chest at his sentiment.

"I told you I was coming this morning," you giggled, eventually pulling away from him and taking your arms out of his pockets. You cupped his face and ran your fingers through his dark blonde hair, fixing it as best as you could. "I brought us lunch." you told him, fishing into the bag and bringing out boxes of pastries and cakes. "From that bakery we like."

Maxwell gasped and you looked up at him confused. "Baby, I completely forgot you were coming."

"I hate to say Max but you do look a little disheveled," you folded your arms across your chest and checked out your boyfriend's appearance. "What's with the sweats and… where is your tie and suspenders?" Your eyes met his feet on the floor and they widened almost comically. "Max! Where are your socks and shoes?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Long story." he took your hand and pulled you over to the couch, pulling you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around him and he placed a hand on your thigh, pushing under your skirt and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

"Tell me everything." you replied and he looked up at you with nothing but adoration in his brown eyes.

"Traffic jam on the way to work because of the snowstorm last night, and the streets were so busy with it being so close to Christmas. We couldn't get parked out front so I had to get out of the car and walk through five inches of snow to get into work. I was already late for my meeting. Soaking wet and uncomfortable," you let him ramble on, watching intently at the way his expression would change as he recalled different events in his day. You began to play with his hair, seeing that he was getting flustered at the memory of it all. "I was late for the meeting, I ended up in a whole different meeting. I didn't know the cleaners in this building even had meetings!"

"The cleaners?" you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "You sat in on a meeting with the cleaners?" Maxwell nodded sollemnley and you nudged him playfully. "I love that."

"Well, I didn't. They're all lovely women. But this one cleaner, Doris…" he fumbled around with his fingers. "I ended up kissing her." you pulled away quickly, knotting your eyebrows together. "No! No not like that," Maxwell said quickly, pulling you back onto his lap and wrapping his arm around you. "She's like 90, said she used to work for my father and every Christmas he'd give her a kiss. She'd start talking about how she's never had a kiss from someone as handsome as my father in years. So I gave her a polite one, on her hand. And baby, I ran. As fast as I could, I had to get outta there."

You smiled. "Max, you probably made her day. That was really sweet of you."

He brushed off your comment, taking a dramatic exhale and continuing his story. "Finally got to the meeting, spilled coffee over myself and one of my associates. But by the time I had finally settled, the meeting was over. So I went back to my office and changed out of my wet, cold, coffee stained clothes and sat down. Raquel came in. She was planning the Christmas gala but it all sounded so… corporate. Not what Christmas is about at all," he explained and you nodded in agreement. "Anyways I suggested that we change the gala this year so it's family friendly. In the spirit of Christmas."

"Oh Max!" you beamed, snuggling into his chest. He smiled to himself proudly, knowing that he had made you happy.

"You good with that?" he chuckled, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yes!" you squeaked, pushing yourself back up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I have so many ideas."

"That's great honey," he laughed. "Because I told Raquel to forget about the gala. I figured you could plan it. You're great at stuff like that, and I know how much it means to you. I want the gala to be perfect for my staff and their families, and I trust you more than anyone else in the world."

"I can't wait," you smiled merrily, already weighing up the different ideas you had in your head. "Was Raquel okay with you taking the party planning duty away from her?"

"I think so," Maxwell replied. "She has a lot on her plate, being my assistant and all. It's a busy time of year and I think she'd appreciate having less to do."

"Well, it really does sound like you've had an eventful morning."

"Oh, I'm not finished," Maxwell grimaced and you braved yourself for the impending chaos. "Rome called and told me that the CEO of Powergrid Electrics only received half of the binding contract. So I was going to send Emmerson to Rome because I needed that contract in the hands of the CEO by midnight tonight. But Emmerson told me he couldn't. His girlfriend is having his baby today. A little boy. So I let him go home early."

"Emmerson's going to be a father?" you gasped and Maxwell nodded. "That's so wonderful! I should send him some flowers."

"I already told Emmerson you would." Maxwell grinned.

"Oh a baby boy too! How lovely. We have to go meet the baby when he's born. Please please please." you whined, fluttering your eyelashes.

"Okay darling." Maxwell pressed a kiss into your cheek.

You stood up and brought the bag over to the couch, taking out the little boxes and handing them to Maxwell. You opened them up and started to eat, as you told him how your morning had gone.

"After you went to work, I cleared up and did the dishes that you had left from breakfast. Max, I was soooo tired from last night," you blushed and his mouth twisted into a proud smile. "So I went back to bed and slept for another hour. Then I got up and took a bubble bath. Oh!" you scrambled around in your purse, taking out a fresh Polaroid and showed him it. It was a photograph of his white long haired cat, Lady, with bubbles balancing on her head. "She kept me company while I was in the bath." you smiled and Maxwell laughed.

"She looks so funny with the bubbles on her head." Maxwell took the Polaroid from your fingers and admired the cat. He was never particularly fond about animals, or having pets, but you loved them. In the first year of your relationship, Maxwell asked what you wanted for your birthday. As always, you told him that you didn't want anything materialistic, that he was all you needed. But you did tell him about an animal charity that you were so passionate about. He remembered leaving you at home and telling you that he was simply 'heading out'. He had planned on visiting the charity and making a donation in your name, as part of your birthday present. But he didn't leave the shelter empty handed.

A white fluffy cat with long whiskers and big blue eyes. Her eyes reminded him of sapphires. She mewled and padded towards him, her tail waving happily as she rubbed her cheek on his leg, circling around him. "Ah, she's a darling," the lady who was showing Maxwell around told him. "Unfortunately, she's been here with us longer than any of the other cats. She's not that good around people. But I must admit, she likes you a lot. In fact, I've never seen her so confident around another person before."

Maxwell dropped to his knees and tickled her head. She began purring erratically, rubbing her face along the edges of the rings on his fingers. "Nobody wants her?" Maxwell asked, not taking his eyes from the happy kitty. He picked her up, ignoring the white cat hair that malted onto his suit. She rubbed her soft face against his cheek and sniffed his cologne.

"No." the lady replied sadly. Maxwell smiled.

"I'll take her."

And that night, Maxwell came home with a new addition to the family. You were overjoyed, but no one was happier than little Lady Lord who had found her fur-ever home.

He placed the Polaroid on one of the side tables, promising you he would find a frame for it. "How was your bath darling?" he cooed, pressing his lips along your jaw.

You giggled, nuzzling your head into his shoulder. "Relaxing, lit some candles, done a little reading. After my bath I got dressed and tidied up the bedroom. I turned on the radio and they were playing Christmas songs. Oh! WHAM have just brought out a new one, it's really good. Hmm, me and Lady played for a little while and she let me brush her hair. Jeeves offered to drive me to the bakery but I really wanted to walk in the snow. Get some fresh air. And now I'm here! With you!"

It was safe to say Maxwell's morning was a lot more chaotic, but he was comforted knowing that you had been relaxed while he was going through all the antics.

"Your morning sounded amazing, darling." he kissed your forehead and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You let his lips brush over your skin, fall down to your nose, and eventually take place on your own lips as he leaned his forehead against yours. You giggled, his hair falling out of place again slightly and tickling you as he kissed you. You pulled him closer, encouraging him to deepen the kiss and laced your fingers in his hair. He pulled away to catch his breath but peppered small yet passionate kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“You’re being so affectionate,” you smiled, eyes sparkling with love.

“What can I say? I like to kiss you.” Maxwell exhorted and leaned in again, pressing another kiss into your lips. This time he swiped his tongue along the plumpness of your bottom lip, begging for entry. You pulled off him and he moaned. “Whaaat?” He pouted playfully and you rolled your eyes, earnestly laughing at how cute your boyfriend was.

“We shouldn’t do this at work,” you giggled.

“Baby we’ve done a lot worse than just kissing on this sofa, if you remember.” Maxwell charmed and you felt your cheeks heat up as you nodded slowly.

"The highlight of my day though, is being here, with you." you promised.

"Yeah," Maxwell hummed. "Me too."

"I'm proud of you." you said out of the blue, putting your sandwich down and wiping your mouth. Maxwell looked at you, confused. "You've had a bad morning. But you acted so selflessly today. Everything from signing autographs in your office to kissing that old maids hand, giving Raquel less work to do and letting Emmerson be with his girlfriend. You… you surprise me everyday Max. And I fall in love with you more and more everyday."

"I remember when we first met… I would've never dreamed of doing any of this." Maxwell admitted sheepishly.

"I know, I remember," you recalled. "I fell in love with the man you were then, but I somehow think I love you even more now."

And with that, Maxwell pulled you into a kiss. The curve of his nose nudged against yours and his hands pulled you into his lap, knocking the boxes of food onto the floor as you straddled him. "I love you so much." he announced.

Maxwell rarely said I love you's. But that was okay because you knew he loved you from his actions. You knew he loved you from the small kisses he'd give you on a morning, and the way he'd pull you into a hug every evening after work. You knew he loved you from the way he'd shelter you from paparazzi and squeeze your hand tight whenever you felt overwhelmed. Actions spoke louder than words. But coming from Maxwell Lord, hearing those three words struck you like a bolt of lightning. They were just words, but they meant everything to you.

He meant everything to you.

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Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

#bnha headcanons #black writers #mha headcanons #bnha #my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #self insert #bnha smut #bnha scenarios #my hero fanfic #bakugo smut #boku no hero academia #Youtube

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astro-pioneer · 4 years ago

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hey I love ur work also Idk if ur taking request at this time but I was wondering if u had time that if u could maybe make a second part to the red string fic about childe cause wow 😩angst is so good

In Another, Maybe 『Childe』

➽ Part two of Broken String | Taking care of Teucer wasn't something (Y/N) had on their schedule for the day, but with the begging golden eyes of the traveller and hopeful blue eyes of the child, who were they to refuse? If only they were informed on who Teucer was related to before making a promise. | Small spoilers for Childe's story quest | The beginning sounds like a platonic Teucer story but we need development so sorry </3

Hi hi anon! I almost cried when I saw your request oml. I'm so glad you like what I write and thank you for the support!! My requests are indeed open (I call them new expeditions in my bio) but I'm glad you asked about it :D I hope this is what you expected but if not send me a message and I can possibly do a third part with an alternate ending.

The child looked familiar, that much (Y/N) knew, but couldn't pinpoint where from. What they didn't know was how the traveller knew where they lived. "Uh, hello?" Right away they knew trouble was in their future. Aether's nervous smile said it all. Teucer knew them just like he knew who the traveller was, especially when his big sister Tonia fawned after reading that part of the letter.

"Hi (Y/N)! We're sorry to bother you, but Zhongli told us you weren't busy and that you could help us!" Ah, so that's how the trio found them. They loved Zhongli dearly, don't get them wrong, but sometimes he shares a little too much information to the ones he trusts. "He told us you're really good with kids, and we usually see you playing pirates with a group on some days."

(Y/N) sighed, seeing that there was no way out of this situation, and almost stepped back in to grab some Mora before the child (who still has yet to be introduced) stopped them. "Oh, it's okay! My big brother already gave us money to spend. Now, come on!" The tiny hands latched onto a bigger right one, the pulling of the limb making the tied string sway lightly.

The nod was small but seen nonetheless, making Paimon sigh in relief. Teucer dragged (Y/N) away before they could close their front door, making the travelling duo do it. Aether cringed at the quick glance inside. It was so cold and depressingly empty. "Maybe it's because they're usually out?" Not even Paimon herself sounded sure about her reasoning.

"Anyway, my name's Teucer! I came from Sneznhaya! What about you?"

The older person blinked, not expecting the kid to not even know their name (even after Paimon said it). "Oh, I'm (Y/N), and I moved to Liyue from Inazuma." He awed; it was very easy to amaze the child, they mused. A small gasp came from Teucer before they were dragged away, the traveller struggling to keep up with the excited kid.

"Oooh, c'mon (Y/N)! Let's go to the wharf! I was never able to see it when I got here! You too, Mr. Nice Guy!" Their right hand was finally released and the string touched the ground once more. The kid ran off but was always in the watchful sight of the trio as they caught up to him.

"Teucer, please try not to run off anymore."

He didn't respond, too amazed with the view and size of the wharf to care. "Woah! Look at the waves! Do they ever freeze?" Aether and Paimon stood back from (Y/N) and Teucer, talking amongt themselves.

"Is it just Paimon, or does it feel like we're just awkward third wheels?" Seeing the nod from her companion, Paimon nodded with crossed arms in satisfaction before floating over after seeing the kid go to the anchor. "This is an anchor. Ships use it to stop the wind from blowing them away."

Teucer pondered for a bit before nodding, 'An anchor...got it. I might get it confused with Commodore Hook though..." The three echoed the name in confusion, prompting him to explain. "My brother always sends me a big present for my birthday. Commodore Hook, Blacksteel Jack, Iron Tony, they all stay in our backyard!"

(Y/N) kept their shock hidden well. "That's very kind of your brother. Are they as big as the anchor?" He nodded as an answer before seeing the stall selling fish, running off yet again. An acquaintance from their work waved in greeting, (Y/N) reciprocating the action with their right hand. The string no longer brushed the ground.

They came back to the group, hearing Uncle Gao, the owner of the fish stall, get mad at Teucer for innocently comparing the fish in Liyue to what he's used to back in his homeland. "That's no way to talk to a child now, is it, sir? There's no reason to get worked up over regional differences." Their face was passive but anyone with a keen enough eye could see the threat behind their façade. Paimon herself even got angry at the stall owner.

"There's legends about these big fish back at home! I told my brother about it and a few days later, he came back with a big fish slung over his shoulder!" He exaggerated 'big' to get his point across, which was cute. "Mr. Nice Guy, (Y/N), let's go see the boats." He grabbed both of their hands this time.

The quick walk ended when they reached a small but intricately designed boat. Teucer signed dejectedly. "I miss my brother..." His palms pressed to his eyes. Paimon was shocked, pointing out the fact that they (minus (Y/N)) just saw him. "That doesn't count! It was for such a short time! Take me to see my brother, I don't want to play anymore!"

The trip to Qingxu Pool's nearby river was a long distance away, especially in Teucer's eyes. Not even halfway through did he ask (Y/N) to give him a piggyback ride, who just sighed and accepted the request. The incline as well as Aether and Paimon blocked their view of Teucer's brother, but they paused at Paimon's declaration. "Found him! There's Childe! Wait..." Teucer didn't notice the faltered step.

Shimmying off their back, Teucer ran toward the taller ginger. Oh, dear. If (Y/N) knew who Teucer's brother was, they would've stayed home and completed upcoming paperwork. Their eyes quickly looked to his left hand, the matching, dull string also tied to his pinkie. At the mention of selling toys, (Y/N) looked at their soulmate suspiciously. "Fatui scum don't sell toys though..." They kept their mouth shut at the pleading eyes of the travelling duo.

The trio stood back, watching the scene unfold in front of them concerning Childe's "toy selling business", as Teucer called it. Another Fatui member, a subordinate, appeared right after, informing the ginger about new recruits. The blond then turned to (Y/N). "Also, Mr. Zhongli asked me to inform you about an urgent matter that he didn't go into details about. However, he requests that you make haste to meet him." They clicked their tongue, still hating how the Fatui are still associates of the funeral parlour.

"Aw, really? Both of you are leaving? Do you have to?" The small smile make Childe's heart squeeze.

"Apologies Teucer, but I know I speak for both your brother and I when I say that it's important for us to keep working. You're always welcome to find me when you want to though, alright?" A nod was shared between the two broken soulmates before (Y/N) turned, heading back to the harbour.

Aether didn't miss the longing stare Childe had before he snapped out of it, answering Teucer's question his own way, laced with lies that'll only harm himself in the end. Paimon didn't miss it either, but she was more vocal until he covered her mouth.

The next time (Y/N) saw Teucer and Co. was when they came barging into their office. "We're going to the Institute of Toy Research! Come.on, I want you to come with us!" They had no choice but to go. Watching the lengths Childe would go just to make his brother happy struck something inside of them. Not deep enough to make them love him but to see him in a new light.

(Y/N) got to the worn down harbinger before anyone else, squatting down in front of him. "I wish we met under different circumstances, Mr. Soulmate." He cracked a grin.

"I'd ask if there would be any chance where we could change the outcome, but-" he raised his left hand, where the string was nothing but the knot, "-seems as though it's a little too late, huh?"

They shared sad smiles to each other, (Y/N) giving the traveller a signal to get Teucer's attention for a while. "Possibly... In another life, maybe we could've been together. In this run, however, it was sadly not meant to be." They linked their tied hands together, both witnessing the last piece of their connection as soulmates diminish away before their eyes. "I'm glad to have been able to witness that you're more than just a mindless pawn to the Tsaritsa... Hearing what you do for your siblings and even now proved that."

Aether and Paimon came over after (Y/N) stood up, going back to Teucer as they talked. "Did you find your brother yet?" They played along with the "game" of hide and seek. But yet, their thoughts were far away, thinking of an alternative time where the two of them met under different circumstances. What would've happened to the soulmates if they never met in Liyue and witnessed what happened with their beloved? No one knows, not even the gods themselves...

#✎ expedition #✩ neptune #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #tartagalia x reader

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twokinkybeans · 4 years ago

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Inch By Inch (Sequel to Seven Inches - Tailor!AU)

A sequel to Seven Inches, written for both our TwoKinkyBeans July Exchange plus the line prompt that Lien sent me:

“Oh” Tony coos as Peter gives him another quick gasp. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

I hope you guys enjoy!!!

Warnings: nff, smut, handcuffs, light dom/sub, pet names, a size kink I didn’t quite intend to write but IT HAPPENED.

Peter stares at the supple material that’s spread out all over the desk. He swallows and reaches out for it. His fingers trace past the tightly woven twill texture. May, from the other side of the shop, cocks an eyebrow at him. “You’re alright up there?” Peter’s cheeks flare up right away. He tries to come up with a somewhat plausible excuse as to why he takes such a sudden interest in the navy blue material. He can’t think of any. The only thing that keeps replaying in his mind is Tony’s promise. He can nearly feel the man’s hot breath tickling on his ear again. “Make that tweed suit yourself, kid, and it’ll be the one I wear when I take that sweet little ass for the first time.” The man had slapped is butt and resumed their earlier conversation as though nothing had happened. Fuck, he wants Tony so bad.

“I, eh-” Peter stutters, “-I want to learn how to make a suit myself.” May squints at him, searching his face. “Why do I have a feeling this has something to do with a certain customer?” She presses her lips together, but her eyes betray how she’s trying to hold back a wide grin. Peter smiles sheepishly. “I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about.” “Mmmh.”

Peter’s focus is nowhere to be found. He wants to listen to May as she gently explains different sewing techniques to him, he truly wants to. Yet, it’s only Tony’s voice he hears inside his mind. Gosh. He wonders what it’ll feel like to have Tony inside of him. Sure, he’s been topped by other guys before, but nothing is comparable to the size of Tony’s massive cock. He can already imagine it sticking out of the thick pants proudly. The suit itself would be a hot as fuck look without question. Would Peter be able to feel the structure of the fabric against his thighs? Feel every little fiber?

Peter craves it all. The man’s voice, his hot gaze. Since the ‘Shop Incident’, they haven’t even laid hands on each other again. Okay, well, they had. But nothing truly sexual. Just chaste kisses and whispered promises as it’d been impossible to find space in their shared schedules. Peter has been very occupied with his newly found Spider-Man duties now that Tony had taken the role as a mentor too. His new suit is insanely good, and Peter loves patrolling in it and exploring all the latest tech the man included. Tony has been busy also, and he hasn’t made it into the shop once.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, get your ass back to earth.” “Wha-” Peter breathes out startled and blinks a few times. There, he’s got no focus.

No.

Focus.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but your crush is as big as Stark’s wealth.” His aunt shakes her head almost teasingly. “Aaaargh, May, how do I get rid of it?” “You don’t. Well, you will eventually. But while it’s there, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’ll be walking with your head on cloud nine for quite some time.”

Peter is silent for a few seconds, letting her words sink in. “Do you… Do you think I’m too naive?” “How- Why do you think that?” “He’s Tony Stark, May. Am I… Delusional for thinking he might actually want me?” “It’s clear he does, isn’t it?” “I mean…” His voice trails off. May finally puts the fabric back down on the table. “Yeah?” “More? I mean more. Oh, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I want more, then how can I even think about what he might want from me?” May makes a shushing noise, shaking her head and grabbing Peter’s hands within her own. She smiles sweetly at him in the way only she can. A warm, comforting feeling spreads in his chest, and his panic dies down.

“Peter,” she whispers and tucks a loose curl back behind his ear. “As much as I understand your nerves… They’re only natural. And there’s no hurry. Now tell me, what’s with the suit? Every time you see it, you get a little weird.” “He… He made a promise about it.” “Oh?” “Mmmh, I’ll spare you the details.” “Oh.” She chuckles. “In that case, why don’t we get back to making it?” “That sounds like a solid plan.”

And that’s what they do.

Peter’s heart hammers in his chest when his eyes dart up to the top of the immensely large building that is the Stark Tower. He’s been here before, obviously. But never as Peter. Always as Spider-Man- with the other Avengers around as well. Now, he’s just Peter. A tailor-in-learning. On his way to deliver a handmade suit to his crush/mentor/hero. Tony. Tony Stark. The richest man in the States.

How the fuck did he get here.

He stares at the intimidating entrance. Men and women in their sophisticated clothes walk in and out of the building. He feels terribly out of place, but he takes a deep breath and pushes through his nerves. The large, busy foyer nearly overloads his sense. However, a few deep breaths help him to shut out the visual and audible stimuli. He strides over to the reception area and smiles politely at the lady behind the computer. “Hi! I’m Peter, Peter Parker, Miss. I uh, I’m here to see Mr. Stark? About his new suit?” He holds up the package to show it. The woman returns his smile and nods. “Let me check his schedule, Sir.”

Sir. Peter almost snorts but feels very proud at the same time.

“Mr. Stark is expecting you in his private quarters. Here,” she says. She hands him a keycard and then points towards the elevator. “The keycard grants you access to both the elevator and his suite. It’ll take you to the right floor automatically. Please hand it in when you leave the building.” Peter nods, his jaw slack as he takes in all the information. He slides the keycard through his fingers, twisting- turning and playing with it nervously. Pressing his lips together, Peter thanks the lady once more and makes his way towards the elevator.

It isn’t until he actually sets foot into the metal box that he realizes what exactly the woman had told him. He nearly gasps. His heart misses a beat and his cheeks heat up.

Private quarters.

Oh God- Oh God. Tony has set up the meeting in his private quarters. That means something. Doesn’t it? Or is he the type of man that doesn’t care about random people stalking through his living space? Peter has no clue. He hopes he’s an exception to the general rule. That no one else is allowed in the man’s suite.

He hopes… Well- He hopes Tony and him are going to have sex. Real sex this time. Tony promised. He told Peter they would. He wouldn’t back down now, would he? Peter sighs, tapping his foot in restless motion. Peter eyes the small display indicating the floor they’re at and inhales slightly when he sees they’re nearly there. This is it. This is-

Ding.

Peter clutches the suit a little closer and hesitantly steps out. Everything in the Tower is absolutely gigantic, and apparently, the suite is no exception to that. Peter can’t even imagine having… This much space. The glass windows let the sunlight cast a golden glow over the man’s presumable costly possessions. He takes it all in. The large, plush sofa. The pool table. The fucking hot tub in the middle of the room with circular descending steps around. A soft, instrumental beat is playing through the hidden speakers. Peter wonders how on earth he will find Tony seeing that this is just his leisure room. “Mr.-” “Ah, Parker, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Peter turns around startled and stares at the man leaning against the side of the bar. A smirk plays on Tony’s lips and he raises his glass. “You want some?” “I, eh-” Peter babbles, still a little dumbfounded. Tony flails his free hand, and Peter decides a quick why the fuck not. If he’s old enough to fuck whoever he wants, he can sure take a small drink, right?

A few minutes later, they’re seated on the large plush sofa. Peter sips his Tequila Sunrise cocktail. Tony insisted that Peter would enjoy it and much to Peter’s liking and dismay, Tony was right. He’s not 100% sure what’s in there, but he sure isn’t complaining. “So,” Tony smirked, “-I see you brought a new suit?” Peter eyes the suit, still neatly packed in its cover. “I- I did, Mr. Stark. Would you like to try it on?” Tony tilts his head. His eyes burning, prodding and oh God- Peter can feel his own heartbeat speed up. “Show it to me first, boy.”

They stare at each other for a brief moment. They both know what’s happening. They’re slipping back into their roles. Just as they had in the shop. Tony’s voice already dropping a notch, the rough scratch in his words catching on his tongue so sweetly. So… Authoritative. “Of course, Sir,” Peter gushes and rushes to pull the zipper down. Carefully, he takes out the suit, smiling slightly at the feel of the thick, textured fabric as it slides past his hands. Tweed suits are not very high in demand, but they definitely radiate a certain chic vibe. Maybe because it’s so timeless. “Here you go.”

Peter stands up, holding the piece by the clothing hanger and blushes when he hears Tony’s appreciative hum. The man stands up too. Slow. Calculating. He strides closer, making Peter’s dick twitch every time the man’s leather soles hit the floor. When Tony stops right in front of him, the older man grins. “Oh, isn’t it just gorgeous,” he coos. “Almost as beautiful as you. Tell me, did you make this?” “I-I did, Sir. My aunt, uhm- May. She obviously helped me get the technique right.” “Goooooood.”

A pause.

“Now, be a good boy and help me change clothes.” “Yes, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispers breathlessly. For a short second, Peter waits for Tony to make the first move. It never comes- oh. A strangled noise escapes from his throat when he takes a step closer. His fingers moving up to help Tony get out of his cardigan sweater. He’s the one making the movements, and yet it feels almost humiliating to undress Tony. In the very best way, of course. “Am I doin’ it right?” “Mmh- Just keep it up, honeycomb.” Peter nearly cracks up at the pet name, but the lustful look in Tony’s eyes keeps him going. He’s deliberately not being very careful. His fingers brushing past Tony’s naked, warm skin at every possible opportunity where he slides the fabric off the man’s shoulders. The icy, blue light coming from the Arc Reactor shining freely onto Peter’s face. It’s… Such a powerful device. Peter groans. “I can feel the vibrations,” he mumbles as he keeps staring at it. His hands slowly trace down now. He definitely should work a little faster if he wants the man inside him sooner rather than later. It’s not gonna happen automatically. His hands work on the fly of the pants and he tugs them down impatiently. Then, he drops onto his knees. Carefully untying Tony’s shoelaces and taking them off together with the pants. All that’s left now are the tight, black undies. “Leave them on for now. Go on, dress me.”

“Oh, oh!” Peter whimpers out loud. His arms are shackled to the headboard above his head. His legs are draped over Tony’s still fully clothed shoulders and the man’s cock pounds into him harsh and fast. The soft, thick wool pants have slid down to Tony’s knees where it rests on the sturdy mattress. “Oh” Tony coos as Peter gives him another quick gasp. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” “P-Please, gimme everything, every last inch of you,” Peter pants heavily. He feels so incredibly full. It’s nothing like he’s ever experienced before, and it only aids in riding his ecstasy more and more. He can’t really feel Tony’s balls slapping against his skin yet, and somehow it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted at this moment. “More, need more!” “Yes, ’m gonna make you fall apart at the seams,” Tony growls. He slows down his movements for a good second and tightens his secure grip on Peter’s hips, dragging him up a bit. Peter snorts at the pun, but the light chuckle morphs into a loud and pleading moan when Tony slowly but surely fills Peter up wholly. The weight of his balls finally settling against his skin. Peter’s eyes water at the near overwhelming intensity of pure happiness coursing through him. He did it. He took a full seven inches inside of him.

Everything that happens after that is one big blur. Tony manages to hold him up with just one hand, using the other to drag sweet strokes on Peter’s hard and leaking cock. Everything just feels so goddamn perfect, the fire in his stomach building and building and building and- “I can’t- I can’t stop oh fuck oh Tony!!” Peter cries out, cum spurting from his cock right onto his chest. His eyes are pressed shut, his head pressed back into the soft, fluffy pillow. “I keep coming...” he mumbles completely dazed. It’s true though, he can feel the muscles jerk- aiding in forcing even the last few drops out of him. Tony’s hips stutter. His breathing simply stops as he presses into Peter with such force that it brushes past Peter’s overstimulated prostate again. It stays there when the cum oozes from the man’s dick. It fills him up, Peter can feel the slight pulsing inside of him.

“Oh, sweet boy…” Tony murmurs after a few seconds of undisturbed serenity. The firm grip suddenly becomes a very soft caress on Peter’s tired muscles, and it’s only then that he feels they’re trembling. Slowly, Tony helps him put his legs down. As a result, his cock slips out, and Peter gasps when his hole desperately tries to clench around nothing after the fast pounding it received. “Mmh- feels cold,” he mumbles. Tony is quick to respond to that, shifting around so he’s able to tug the sheets up to cover the exhausted boy. Peter lets out an appreciative groan. “So,” he smiles sleepily, the tiredness catching up with him, “-do you like your new suit?” Tony snorts, and he nods. “It’s perfect, such hidden talent in you, Spider-Boy.” “Oh, go fuck yourself,” he giggles. Tony tilts his head playfully. “Nah, I’d rather fuck you. After a short break, obviously.”

Peter gives the man a teasing push, only to draw him down and nuzzle into his chest. He might not be sure what Tony wants from him, but Peter sure as fuck wants cuddles right here, right now. “Hug me.” “As you wish, honeycomb.”

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rewritingthefictional · 5 years ago

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monet | colby brock

Summary: colby never looked at you as anything other than a best friend until all his friends started talking about how cute you were

Appearances: Sam Golbach, Katrina Stuart, Jake Webber, Aaron Doh, Corey Scherer, Kevin Langue, Aryia

A/N: this is my first colby brock imagine, well my first time in general at writing an imagine. i hope you guys like it. let me know what you think, or don’t, totally up to you. i am open to receiving requests but i can’t promise it’ll be done right away. anyway, enjoy, thank you!

Song: based off of See U in the Dark by Honor Society

Timeline/setting: still set in the traphouse

Word Count: 2.3k

Key: [Y/N/N] = Your Nickname

Female!Reader x Colby Brock

Masterlist

You were the best of friends. Like two peas in a pod. It was usually uncommon to see one without the other. Sure he had Sam, but their friendship was different from yours.

You were his [Y/N].

The person he would go to for girl advice. The one he went shopping with because "I know what would really get a girl to fall for you Colbs."

You were family. Someone Sam and Colby have known forever. Someone who went to their boys night sleepovers because you were the only girl who didn't scream during horror nights. You were the girl that punched Will Fisher in 6th grade because he was making fun of Sam and you just wouldn't let him get away with it. You were one of the guys.

It was like any other day when you weren't at work. You weren’t really into the whole YouTube thing but you supported anything that Sam and Colby did. When they had decided to move to California you didn't hesitate to jump at the chance to leave with them. You had decided to do it differently though. You transferred colleges, stayed on campus and found your own way around the city. The boys admired you for it, but mostly they just loved that they could keep you around.

You were in the backyard with Aryia, Corey, Sam, Kat, Kevin and Jake. It was a hot day in the summer sun and you liked to take advantage of the fact that Sam and Colby had a pool. It made you jealous sometimes. Your apartment barely had a kitchen and though Colby had asked you plenty of times to come live with them you couldn't deny you loved the feeling of independence in your small home.

"Colby, are you coming in with me?" you asked as you stood up from the chair.

"I will in a second, I'm kind of comfortable right now," he responded. You rolled your eyes but nodded anyway. You could feel the eyes on you as you pulled off your shirt.

"I'm offended you didn't ask me [Y/N],” Sam stated but you knew he was joking.

“Didn't think you would want to leave my darling Katrina's side."

“Forget him, I'm joining you,” Katrina stated standing by your side.

“Hey! I'm right here!" Sam yelled causing the rest of the guys to laugh as you and Kat ran off.

"Honestly Sam, I'm convinced Kat is going to leave you one day for [Y/N]," Jake joked causing another round of laughter to erupt.

"Colby, watch!" you yelled as you ran from the gate to the pool, doing a flip as you jumped into the water. A smile crept onto his face in admiration as you came above the water with a smile on your face.

"Where'd you learn that?" Colby asked.

"YouTube," you responded with a grin before Katrina gained your attention.

"I can't believe you’re not dating her,” Aryia acknowledged while shaking his head. Colby looked at him in confusion.

"Date her? Why would I date her?" he asked.

“Look at her, she's drop dead gorgeous," he responded.

“I don't know, I’ve just never seen her that way. She's my best friend."

"Our best friend," Sam corrected.

"I'm with Aryia, I’ve always thought you two would start dating. I mean, you basically are without the other stuff that comes with it,” Aaron commented.

"Man I would date her in a heartbeat, given the opportunity,” Kevin said. Colby wasn't sure why that comment suddenly made him uncomfortable or why he suddenly couldn't take his eyes off of you as you splashed water in Katrina's face.

“You would have to get through me first, I’ve already got her number,” Aryia teased.

"Oh please, none of you have a chance with her," Corey shot at them.

"That’s right brothers, I’ll be the real winner here. I see her more than the two of you,” Jake stated.

"First of all, none of you are getting with her. She's like a sister to me and I won't allow her to be tainted by you hooligans,” Sam informed them. All the guys began to laugh besides Colby. He couldn't get their words out of his head and suddenly he was looking at you differently. You weren't the same girl he once knew. At once, all these new and different feelings were coming at him. Did he like you? Did he want to date you? And why did his pants suddenly feel tight at the sight of you in bathing suit? He just couldn't stop these sudden waves of emotions.

You could feel him staring, and turned your head to send a smile and wave his way. He shifted before returning the gesture. You had decided you waited long enough, you just wanted your best friend to go swimming with you. Angrily, you stepped out of the pool and headed to the circle of boys.

“Colby, are you coming in or not?” You asked him. You tried your best puppy dog face causing more unknown feelings to arise inside of him.

“Um no, I uh, I’m good, actually,” he answered. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion quickly noticing the look Sam gave Colby. Suddenly you felt awkward and unwelcomed, had he not wanted to you to come over? Did you intrude on their little get together?

“Right, well, okay,” you softly said before turning back to head to the pool.

“What the hell was that?” Sam asked Colby when you were out of earshot.

“What?” Colby questioned.

“You’ve never said no to her, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t feel like going into the pool.”

“Well, I do,” Aryia said aloud, standing to pull off his shirt.

“Me too,” Kevin and Jake repeated simultaneously. The three of them took off running into the pool, making the two girls shriek as water splashed on them.

Corey turned to Aaron, “Five bucks Aryia takes her out before Jake.”

“Deal,” Aaron grinned shaking his hand.

“What about Kevin?” Sam asked.

“He’s got no game,” Corey joked.

Colby watched as you jumped on Jake’s back as he proceeded to attack Aryia. With an ache in chest he decided to head into the house, he suddenly didn’t want to watch you around other guys. He didn’t like the idea of another guy having your attention. He was so used to being the main guy in your life and he wanted to keep it that way.

A few days had passed without a word from Colby. You had no idea what was going on. It was weird. You and Colby had never let so much as a day go by without texting each other. But you had felt the weirdness since that day at the pool and you weren’t even sure if he wanted you to text him.

With a groan you threw your head onto your pillow. You had the day off from work today, and it was usually spent with Sam and Colby but you didn’t want to cause any awkwardness. When your phone began to ring, you had hoped it was Colby but it only turned out to be Aryia.

“Hey A, what’s up?” you answered.

“Hey [Y/N/N], I was just wondering if you wanted to carpool to the party tonight? Ya know, to save the earth and stuff.”

“Party?”

“There’s a party at the trap house tonight. Colby didn’t tell you?”

“No actually, it must’ve slipped his mind when we spoke, when did he tell you?” you softly asked, you were hurt but you didn’t want to show it.

“Last night. So whaddya say? Wanna save the environment with me one carpool at a time?”

“Sure A, sounds like a plan,” you chuckled at his lame attempt to be funny.

“Perfect! I promised the guys I’d help them set up though so just bring a change of clothes with you. I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes!”

“30 minutes is not enough time to get ready Aryia!”

“You’ll be fine, you can get ready there!”

“Fine.”

“Toodles!” He parted. You sighed before screaming into your pillow. What was going on with Colby?

You began to slowly pack a bag for tonight, despite not being in a partying mood. You figured you could show up in jeans and a shirt then change into your favorite black dress, the one that hugged you in all your favorite places.

Aryia had arrived exactly when he said he would. When you went down to his car, he gave you a kiss on the cheek as he opened the door for you. It took you by surprise, causing you to blush. That was new, Aryia had never been affectionate with you.

The drive to the trap house was quick, you didn’t live that far from the boys. Making it easier to visit them whenever you wanted. However, this time you wanted to stay as far away as you could.

As Aryia drove through the gates you noticed Sam, Colby and Jake placing balloons around the house. You watched as a huge grin appeared on Sam’s face at the sight of you. Immediately it eased some of the nerves you had.

“Well if it isn’t my second favorite girl in the entire world,” Sam said as he approached. You watched as Aryia stepped out of the car to greet Jake and Colby.

“It’s me she’s here!” You yelled pulling him into a hug.

“With Aryia I see.”

“Yeah he offered me a ride and also informed me about the party that I knew absolutely nothing about Mr. Golbach.”

“What? Colby didn’t tell you?”

“No, he didn’t” Sam furrowed his eyebrows but decided not to comment.

“Where have you been? I haven’t gone this many days without seeing you since your parents took you on vacation.”

“Oh god, worst week of my life,” you suffered. “I just took a few days to myself.”

“Well don’t do it again, I don’t like when you’re gone for this long.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” You saluted jokingly and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t keep her all to yourself Sam,” you heard Jake scold and you turned to see him walking toward you, Colby slowly following behind.

“Jakey!” You yelled and he groaned. He absolutely hated that name and you loved to tease him with it. He wrapped you into a hug before threatening to kill you over the nickname.

Next it was Colby. He looked uncomfortable and you weren’t sure if you should open your arms for a hug but he had beaten you to it. With a smile you pulled him in, but today it felt different. It was like Colby was holding on to you for dear life. Like he wanted to remember what it felt to have your body pressed against his. You suddenly felt your face get hot. You weren’t sure why you were blushing, you never had before but this was a different kind of intimacy.

You and Colby had always been close. You’ve slept in the same bed before, wore his clothes, sometimes cuddled but this was different. You could feel his breath on your neck and you were sure your knees were going to give out on you any given second. When the two of you pulled apart, you were sure your face was as red as a tomato but the two of you didn’t mutter a single word to each other.

“Well let’s finish setting up so we can get this party started!” Aryia yelled while fist bumping. You laughed and slowly made your way into the house to greet everyone else.

Before you knew it the house was decorated as best as it could be and people began to arrive. Looking down at your outfit you had decided now was the perfect time to change. You had made your way towards Colby’s room where you left your bag of clothes. You had been in his room so many times you didn’t need to turn on the light just to change into a dress. Besides, you had enough light from the moon to guide you, you would be quick anyway.

You had only just taken of your shirt and pants when the door swung open. Colby froze in his tracks, the light from the hallway highlighting your features.

“I'm sorry,I uh, I- I’ll just go,” Colby stuttered.

“Wait don’t go,” you responded. “I need someone to zip up my dress for me.” You informed him as you put on the dress. You didn’t feel uncomfortable changing in front of him, you had always done it before.

Colby stepped inside, closing the door behind him, allowing the moon to be the only source of light that surrounds you.

“We’re okay right?” You asked him as you turned around.

“Yeah we’re fine. Why?” You could hear his footsteps approaching you.

“You’ve been avoiding me ever since the pool party and I’m not sure why.”

He didn’t respond. You could feel his hand grab the zipper, he slowly pulled up the zipper. His finger grazed along your back, as if purposely trying to feel your skin against his own. Your breathing slowed, the moment between you two felt intense. When he reached the top his fingers lingered for a moment before he removed them. Remembering that he never responded to you, you decided to face him.

“Colby-”

You were interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours. On instinct you began to kiss back. Your body suddenly craved his and you instantly knew that all along you were meant to be with him. He was your one and only, you weren’t sure why it took you this long to figure it out.

When he pulled away, he looked at you before tucking a piece of hair behind your hair.

“My window frames you like a Monet. If tomorrow we go back to being just friends, I'll think about the way you look tonight.”

“Colby, I don’t want to go back to being friends. I never thought about us as an us until today and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Good,” he responded, crashing his lips against yours again.

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ocaidoccassionideas · 4 years ago

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DESTINATION WEDDING PLANNING

Wedding Planner Description of Services in Destination Wedding

by ocaidevent | Mar 12, 2021 | Destination Wedding in India, Wedding | 0 comments

Wedding Planner Description of Services in Destination Wedding

Why I required a Wedding Planner for my Destination wedding?

Probably, you need a person who is paying attention to timing and makes everything run according to a timeline or schedule, or you need an expert dealing with vendors and all types of services and issues —package or contracts included—, or you just want all your beloved ones to enjoy, and leave your big day issues in the hands of somebody —which expertise on the topic goes beyond you would expect…Wedding Planner Description of Services

Let’s understand this with a sweet story…The Story Starts a 1year ago…

Mr.Anand father of a Beautiful Girl Tiana. Tiana Completes study and working with a multinational company. A boy working with her Mr.Deepak (a boss of Tiana). They know each other for the last 3 years. They have a very nice bonding. One day they were out for their Sunday tracking trip. Deepak had planned something special for Tiana.

But Tiana is unaware of this. Deepak and Tiana now on the top of the mountain, a beautiful and scenic atmosphere were there. suddenly Deepak sit on his knees and asked Tiana…WILL U MARRY ME?

Tiana was shocked and even surprised to saw Deepak Proposal. she never thought of this. she is in a dilemma about what’s going on. she is still in seven heavens, she wants to live this moment for life, After a few seconds, she Smiles and says……YES.

Now a Journey begins, Mr. Anand gets to know about all this. they accepted Deepak as his son-in-law. Mr. Anand wants to meet the Deepak family, though they already familiar with each other but this time meeting is different.

Mrs & Mr.Arora (Deepak’s Mother & Father) Comes to Tiana’s home and meets & greets each other. They all are very happy and gave a blessing to Deepak and Tiana and finally planned Destination wedding.

Mr. Arora says Now, shall we began our next steps. we have to work hard to get all things done. This means We Have to decide the date, venue, caterer, decorator, events, and all.

Mr. Anand Smile & Says Don’t Worry We will hire a good wedding planner who can do his job nicely. because they are familiar with all these things very frequently.

Mr. Arora said why to hire and paid another person to manage our function. We and our relatives can handle it easily.

Mr.Anand told Mr. Arora, Aroraji in our wedding if we busy in manage other things then how will we manage our rituals and guest welcome. A wedding planner will take care of the timeline of events, Rsvp, guest schedule and management, vendor management, package planning, etc., or with all these issues can we take care of our beloved ones?

After hearing from Mr.Anand, Mr. Arora silently asks Mr. Anand do he know any good wedding planner. Everybody stares at Mr. Arora and laughs loudly…hahaha. ha

The entry of the HERO

Then they Finally plan to meet a Wedding Planner (‘OCAID’ occassion ideas) and want to plan their destination wedding Beautifully.

Mr.Pankaj a Wedding Planner from OCAID note their detail and gives them noticeable tips to plan a great destination wedding.

Mr. Pankaj Ask Tiana & Deepak, have you dreamt of any Wedding Destination location? Tiana Reply very curiously, Yes Beach Wedding. Deepak shakes his head ok & Smile.

Wedding Planner Description of Services

Wedding Location & Venue with Catering: Mr. Pankaj Gives them the Option of Beach wedding destinations like Kerala, Goa, Diu, etc. and everybody finally says GOA. Now, after finalizing GOA they move to venue selection with 250 guestlists and finalize resort with Catering over there.

Timeline: In the very next meeting, Mr. Pankaj makes a list of their Event Ceremony & finalize their timeline or schedule. Mr. Pankaj Ask both of their families to make a guest list for their logistics and hospitality.

Graphic Design:- Ones frame out graphic designing of invitation cards soft copy Mr.Pankaj send for correction to both family and finalize invitations. In this, they cover invitation hard and soft copy, couple logo, WhatsUp invitation video, save the date, banners or flex to the welcoming ceremony, schedule cards, luggage tags, etc.

Decoration & Other Production Requirements. On One Sunday Mr. Pankaj Planned a get-together of both the family to finalize the Decoration part of all ceremonies. Haldi/Mehndi, Pool Party, Sangeet, Cocktail/Mocktails, Phera, or Reception.

Mr. Pankaj told to Family, we finalize all vendors for your upcoming event. Photographer, videographer, DJ setup, Mehndi artist, troupe for a particular event, entry concept of bride and groom, hospitality, logistic, tent, decorator, light production, and all….

….to hear all this, Mr. Arora got slightly anxious and asked Mr. Pankaj …Tell me the team of production part will be approx 100+ then how can we arrange their stay and food in this expensive resort. Then Mr. Pankaj Smile and told him that he planned and arrange the production team in a nearby budgeted Hotel. Ohh…you did a very great job, sir, Mr.Arora Replies with a smile.

We Dedicate ourselves to you to enjoy stress-free…OCAID occassion ideas. Mr.Pankaj Replies.

And Finally, Tiana & Deepak Married and live life Happily…they still thank Mr.Pankaj and a team of OCAID occasion ideas who made their Destination Wedding Successful and memorable.

In Conclusion:-

The importance of hiring a Wedding Planner is their expertise in the area. Knowing contract structures, understanding fine print entirely, benefits, and technical words they’ll have in a paper sums up assuring your security when hiring a vendor and them performing the service in the proper way.

They also keep track of every supplier, every bill, and store them carefully. Things can go wrong at any moment, however, having a backup plan or second options for when this happens is always key.

They won’t take any decision without consulting you first. Keep in mind that you two are the ones getting married and they know this from the moment they get in touch with you for the first time. They will provide their experience and you’ll provide your vision and all your desires. so these are Wedding Planner Description of Services

As we know, experience speaks louder than anything else and a wedding coordinator has plenty of this to provide you with their guidance, their services can be complete or partial. It will depend on the package offered. Their absolute commitment, organization, support, and direction will create the best result to make that dream of what your ideal wedding will be into a reality inch by inch.

that’s why we hire a Wedding Planner.

Did we miss anything? Leave us a comment or get in touch.

Still, have questions? Our team is happy to help.

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ronninoir · 5 years ago

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Can I Steal You for a Second? CH12

Summary: Adrien is forced to participate in a new dating show, but becomes more excited when Ladybug says she’ll participate as her civilian self.

AKA: AU where Adrien doesn’t know Marinette, the superheroes are 22 and Gabriel is mean and ruthless but not Hawkmoth.

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Chapter 12

When the van pulled up in front of a hotel, Marinette was excited. She couldn’t wait to see Adrien again and just have a chance to talk to him. As all of the girls climbed off, Marinette noticed something odd about where they were. Sure, there was the normal camera crew and everything, but something felt off about it. Marinette’s Ladybug experience helped her sense the danger, and she could pretty much pinpoint where all of the tension was coming from.

There was a man, tall and blonde that was almost silver, standing next to one of the main producers. He was wearing red pants and a white suit jacket. Marinette couldn’t see anything else of him, but she felt the need to stand up straighter and not talk while around him.

The group of girls were led to an open-air room that was organized with couches in the shape of a U with a coffee table in the middle. The color scheme tonight was all whites and blues, matching the logo of the hotel. Marinette ended up sitting on the very edge of the U, closest to the exit, which would make it easier to steal Adrien away. After a couple of minutes, Adrien walked in wearing a white suit of his own with a gold shirt that made him look more like an angel than a man. Marinette had to prevent herself from swooning.

“Evening ladies,” Adrien addressed them with a smile, though it seemed more tense than usual. “I don’t know about you, but I had a wonderful time today, watching you all learn and participate in something that I love to do. I’m excited to talk with all of you more tonight.” He raised his glass slightly and went to take a drink. Marinette noticed a slight shake in his hand that she was sure only she could see. The room was silent and Marinette considered stealing him solely to break the silence when Zoe stood up and did it instead.

“Adrien, can I steal you for a second?” Adrien smiled, though a strained one, and gestured for her to take his arm before they walked away. As soon as Adrien left the area, the girls began chatting. They had learned that sitting in silence during these times were boring and made the night seem even longer. The producers liked it when the conversation stemmed around Adrien, but there wasn’t much to talk about this early in the evening. Marinette went to set her drink down and was turning toward the ongoing conversation when—

“Excuse me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” Marinette started and looked up at the source of the voice. A nervous-looking producer was standing right behind her shoulder. He had leaned in enough to where no one else could hear what he was saying. Marinette herself had to strain her ears to understand his words. “Can you come with me for a moment?” Marinette didn’t speak but nodded and stood up, following the man down a hallway.

She had assumed she was needed for an interview, but why this producer was being so secretive, Marinette couldn’t figure out. They kept walking until they were almost out of the hotel. Right before the exit, the producer turned left and headed towards, according to the signs, where the indoor pool was located.

They stepped into the pool room, and sitting at a table in the corner was the man with the red pants and white suit coat. He stood to greet them as they approached. The producer deposited Marinette and then ran out of the room, not too subtly.

“Good evening, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Please have a seat.”

Marinette was on-edge. She itched to transform and have the confidence and reputation that Ladybug has. There was something about that voice that was oddly familiar, but it was too cold to be who she was thinking of. She did, however, do as she was told and sat down on the chair across from where he was sitting. She was facing the door out of the pool area and when the man sat back down she finally got a good look at his face.

It was Gabriel Agreste.

She recognized his voice because she had watched every interview he’s ever given. She was obsessed with his work and dreamed of interning and working at the Gabriel headquarters. She had never heard him speak so sternly before. He sounded angry, but controlled and it was enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Finally, she found her voice.

“Mr. Agreste. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He looked at her with an impassive face. It made her wonder if he ever smiled, which gave her a jolt of fear for Adrien’s home-life. “So, you know who I am.”

“Yes sir, I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Well, I find that very interesting.”

Marinette frowned slightly and asked, curiosity getting the better of her manners, “What’s interesting about that?”

He stared at her for a beat and she felt the need to speak again. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m confused. Is this about Adrien?”

Mr. Agreste continued to stare and it felt as though his eyes could see everything inside her mind. She wondered what he was thinking, but decided to sit quietly until he spoke again.

“No, this isn’t about Adrien. It’s about you, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” At that, he pulled out a file that wasn’t too thick. She absentmindedly wondered where he had been keeping it, but focused instead on the file and what Mr. Agreste was going to say next.

“What I have here, is a file that I have compiled on you. You have participated in a handful of my design competitions before and even won a few. You aspire to be a designer and are currently studying design in university, correct?” Marinette nodded, not daring to speak again. “Very good. Now, in reviewing your application for this show, I noticed many things that would have automatically eliminated you from the running. No one can explain why you are here, exactly.”

Mr. Agreste paused at that, almost as though he expected her to say something. Marinette was more confused now than when she started and after a beat, he continued.

“Now, I don’t mind you being in the competition. I even had you ranked in my Top 10 List, for your interest in design alone.” Marinette tried to act more surprised than she actually was. Though she was making a mental note to congratulate Plagg on his guessing skills. “But, due to current circumstances, things are going to have to change.”

Marinette couldn’t help herself as she spoke up again, “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t think I understand.”

Mr. Agreste gave a smile that would have curdled cheese. “No, I don’t suspect you would. This is about the ‘video game date’ you went on earlier today with my son.” He spit the words out like they pained him. “I was reviewing the tapes and noticed that you were wearing a shirt that is not one from my brand.”

Marinette felt her heartbeat speed up and her palms grew extremely sweaty. It suddenly came back to her. The conversation with Juliette the night before the date, the pressure from her to wear the shirt anyway. Marinette had forgotten with her running late this morning and had just put on the clothes she had laid out.

Marinette forced herself to stay calm and keep a straight face. She felt an angry swarm of butterflies swim around in her stomach, and she didn’t see how this man could be capable of love. All of those horrible stories that Chat had told her about his father suddenly made sense. Don’t let him break you, Marinette told herself as she took a deep breath in. Adrien needs me. If she showed weakness, she would fail her Chaton. Adrien needed her to brave his father, so that way he could too.

She looked Mr. Agreste straight in the eye and without seeming too hateful, explained. “I’m sorry, sir, but I woke up late this morning. I rushed out of the mansion trying not to get left behind by the van and the other girls. I threw on the first shirt and pair of jeans that I grabbed and ran out of the room. I didn’t even realize it wasn’t a Gabriel shirt until you said something just now.”

She paused and watched his eyes narrow, as if trying to see through her story to the truth. Apparently, he believed her. “Very well, but that does not explain why you brought a non-Gabriel shirt with you in the first place.”

Marinette smiled a little, actually having a whole-truthful answer to that question. “I brought it along for inspiration. I was allowed to bring my sketchbook with me, and all of the different personalities and different beautiful places that we’ve gone with Adrien, I wanted to be able to design and not stop my creativity. I brought that shirt along because it was one of my favorites that I designed and I like to examine it when I come across a creativity block.”

Mr. Agreste seemed to accept her answer but the look he gave her was still cold. “I believe you, Miss Dupain-Cheng. But, you need to know that this explanation doesn’t change anything about my opinion of you. You will still be removed from my Top 10 List and if it were up to me, you’d be removed from the show tonight. No one, not even an up-and-coming designer like yourself can be allowed to wear non-Gabriel clothing on this show. Adrien will be hearing about my opinion and what you did today promptly.” Mr. Agreste stood from his chair and gestured for Marinette to do the same. She stood and smoothed down her skirt, which had not taken very well to the salt in the air from the pool. “I suggest you head back to the girls now. Adrien should be giving away the next rose shortly, and the group may notice that you’ve been missing for all of this time.”

“Thank you, Mr. Agreste.” Marinette’s heart dropped a little at having missed her time with Adrien, but she walked away from Gabriel Agreste with her head held high and with a confident stride. She couldn’t let him see how much that bothered her.

She walked briskly back to the meeting area, remembering the way thanks to her Ladybug skills. She could feel Tikki shaking, in what she assumed was anger, as she walked and tried not to let any emotion show. There were no cameras in that room and no cameras currently in the hallways. She assumed that if Gabriel didn’t want the viewers to know about this conversation, then she wasn’t going to say anything either.

----------------------------------------------------

Adrien was frustrated. This part of the date was only supposed to be 2 hours long tonight, and yet Adrien was stalling. He had talked with every single girl from the date except for Marinette. Every time he walked into the room where the girls were sat, she wasn’t there. Finally, he asked a producer, and they told him that she had been snagged for an interview and would be back soon. Apparently “soon” meant “never.”

Adrien huffed angrily out of the corner where he was sulking. First his Father shows up and begins changing things about the filming. Then, he demands Adrien wears a different suit because the one he originally picked out wasn’t “nice enough.” Then, the producers force him to actually drink alcohol to convince his dad that he’s doing so at every date. And now Marinette is missing. This night just couldn’t get any worse. All he wanted to do was go back to the hotel and end this whole evening with sleep.

“Adrien.” A quietly stern voice that used to make Adrien flinch spoke behind him. He turned, knowing full-well that he would be looking at his father. He seemed to be slightly content with himself and that scared Adrien more than anything else.

“Yes, Father?”

“When you get finished handing out your rose, and the girls leave, please come and talk to me here.” Gabriel pointed to where they were standing, which was just outside of the production crew’s set-up.

Adrien bowed his head and deflated, knowing that sleep wouldn’t be coming any time soon tonight. “Yes, Father,” Adrien tried not to let the disappointment color his voice.

“Very good. The girls are all waiting for you now.” Instead of responding, Adrien turned and wandered towards where the girls were seated. He rounded the corner, and noticed that all of the girls were indeed waiting, including Marinette. He tried to catch her eye, see how she was feeling, but she wouldn’t look up at him.

“Hello again, ladies.” Adrien smiled at them his best model smile. It felt like a fake smile, but all he cared about was whether the girls could see his hands shaking or not. “Tonight was wonderful, and I’ve loved being able to grow all of our relationships further through our conversations.” Did that even make sense? Adrien looked down at his hands and took a breath to hopefully help steady them.

“That being said...” Adrien paused as he reached down and grabbed the rose off of the table. He froze for a moment, not remembering who he had said he would pick. Finally, one of the producers caught his eye and mouthed a name. Adrien turned toward the girl sitting two to his left, “Lila, will you accept this rose?”

Her face lit up and she shot him a seductive look that made him sweat a little. “Of course, Adrien.” She took the rose from him as he stood to meet her. She gave him a hug that lasted longer than it should have, but Adrien barely even noticed.

He turned and addressed the other girls, “So, I guess I’ll see all of you at the cocktail party tomorrow night.” All of the girls nodded and smiled and Adrien froze once again before awkwardly walking away. He hid behind a corner and watched as the girls began chatting and standing up. Almost all of the girls congratulated Lila, but Lucie was the only one to address Marinette and ask the question he’d needed to hear.

“Marinette, what happened to you? One minute you’re being pulled away by a producer and then almost two hours later you show back up. Did you get sick or something?”

Adrien could just see Marinette give Lucie a ghost of a smile. “Or something like that.”

The girls walked out of hearing range before anything else could be said.

Once their van had pulled out, Adrien slowly made his way back to that corner, where his Father was waiting for him. As soon as he stepped into view, Gabriel began tapping his toe in impatience while staring at his tablet.

“How did it go?” Gabriel asked, not even bothering to look up from his tablet.

“It went fine.”

“Great. How are you enjoying the filming of the show?”

“It’s been fun, I guess.”

“Have you kissed any of them yet?”

Adrien blanched. “I’m sorry, what?”

Gabriel looked at Adrien then. His look was one almost like a joking parent, taking joy in their child’s uncomfortableness. “You don’t have to tell me if you’re embarrassed.”

“I--I’m not. I’ve kissed a few of them. Almost half at this point I think.”

“Very good. Now I want you to know that your well-being and progress on this show is not the only reason that I’ve come to visit today.” Adrien knew that, and it was this ulterior motive that made him nervous. “I have a problem with one of your girls, Adrien.”

Adrien was put-off by his Father’s boldness, but was too curious as to who and what to say anything.

“It has come to my attention that Marinette Dupain-Cheng is not here for the right reasons.”

Adrien’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean that she’s not here ‘for the right reasons?’”

Gabriel gave Adrien a level look before turning the tablet around. On it, was a resume, of sorts, with Marinette’s name on it. “It appears that she is only interested in the company and your connection to it,” Gabriel flicked through the pictures of Marinette wearing different outfits as he spoke. “She has participated in many of my design competitions, and even won a few. Most recently, she has applied herself to be an intern at Gabriel after she graduates university next Spring.”

Adrien was still in too much shock to say anything, but Gabriel wasn’t finished.

“It has come to our attention that she has actually entered the competition to win both yours and my approval to boost herself in the fashion industry.”

Adrien thought back on every interaction that he has had with Marinette. Granted, there hadn’t been many, but every one of them was sweet and fun and real. Adrien was having trouble believing that every one of them had been a lie.

“Father, what you’re saying can’t be true.”

“But it is. I request that you send her home. Tomorrow night. In front of everyone. The other girls need to see what happens to people who try to use the Agreste name to get ahead without my permission.”

“Father, I respect that opinion, but I really feel as though that is my decision to make.”

“But it is one you will make.” At that, Gabriel turned on his heel and walked out of the hotel.

----------------------------------------------------

“Plagg, what in the world am I going to do?” Adrien was pacing his hotel room and pulling on his hair. He hadn’t showered yet, so the product in his hair made it stand up straighter and he was beginning to look a little disheveled.

“Why can’t you just talk to her?”

“Because she’s at the mansion and I’m here, Plagg.” Adrien said, just barely holding back the “duh” at the end of the sentence.

“Aren’t you the most important person on the show? Can’t you just make requests to talk with a girl whenever you want? If you want to clear the air, go tell a producer and have them pick her up and get her butt over here.”

Adrien was halfway out the door before he realized he couldn’t do it. He plopped down on his bead with a sigh. “I probably have that power, Plagg, but if Father hears about me talking with her privately, he’ll think I sent her home, or cleared up the air without any witnesses. He wants this big show, and as much as I know I’m not going to do that, I have to make it at least slightly believable, or who knows what he’ll do. After I talk with Marinette we can come up with a game plan and I’ll know what I need to do.”

Plagg seemed to think about that for a moment before he gave Adrien a pat on the knee. “You’re right kid. But when are you going to talk to her?”

“Tomorrow.” Adrien said confidently. “I’m going to grab her right before the cocktail party starts so that way no one can record it.”

Adrien heard Plagg chuckle and looked over at him, bewildered. “What?”

“You’re going to ‘grab’ her, huh?” Plagg asked with a mischievous grin.

Adrien blushed and pushed Plagg off the bed, though his snickering continued.

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bohemiansweede · 5 years ago

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Wide apart

Fanfic

Pairing Brian May Reader

Warnings smut 🔞

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The arena was filled with people

It was always a little nervous feeling cause you never knew what could happend

But as a nurse you were prepaired for everything

You had already arranged your things backstage and talked to some of the crew members, now it was just to wait

You were so into your work that you never reflected who the artist or group was

You heard a little music, most bass sounds and drums now and then a voice who sang.. actually really good

You tried to treat everyone equally but of course your dream should be to treat a really hot celebrity here

You jumped when the door suddenly opened

A sequrity guard bounced in and a tall man was leaning on him

- Nurse Y/N I have a man here who needs your assistance

- Ok you can take the bench over there you said without even look at him

You did not even realize that the concert had finished

The man was on the bed in pain and you approached him

- Hi..Exuse me Sir.. How are you feeling?

- Fuck Fuck shit... Goddamn it hurts so fuckin bad

He held a grip around his thigh

He looked up at you and your heart almost stopped you recognized him now, his curly cloud of hair framed his face and even tho he was in pain his gentle hazel eyes watched you pleading

Focus focus

- What happend Mr May?

- Fuck, elderly men like me should not do certain things.. Of course my old joints know that I am not young anymore

He explained that during some of the solos he stands with his legs wide appart, he had done so for many many years but nowadays it felt like he cannot do it as wide as he think he can

You gaved hime painkillers and a glass of water, he scoffed

- Water?.. What I need now is a whiskey... He looked at you and took the glass, his fingertips touched yours and it felt like electricity

- Sir.. Mr May..

- Brian.. Please call me Brian

- Ok..... Brian.. Please lie down.. I need to give u a massage

Your head spun shit, this man was so handsome, in his mid 40s he had a black tanktop and black tight jeans he was sweaty from being on stage but still smelled so good

OK proffessional.. You had to be proffessional now

- You have to... Ehhm...

- Pull my pants down.. I get it, his eyes widened and he saw your eyes wandered down on his body

You took the massage oil and warmed it in your palms

You saw his long legs still little tanned from the long summer

You felt your stomach buzz and it pooled in your underwear, shit this man was really something

He gasped for air when you touched his inner thigh

- Omg.. Sssorry.. Did it Hurt?.. Was it to cold?

Deep inside you knew why he reacted the way he did

- No.. No it is is ok shit he almost studdered

You tried to keep your calm you with long stroke you massaged his leg up and down

His head fell back with a moan and he closed his eyes

All the sudden he took your hand and placed it on his hard leaking cock

Normally you would shove his hand away and be upset but you could no longer control yourself

Even thru his underwear you could feel how big he was, you took a firm grip around his length and looked at him squirming on the bench

He raised up on his elbows

- Ssorry.. Omg.. Shit... This is so embarrassing.. I'm so sorry

- For you or for m..

You could not finish what you were about to say, he grabbed your neck and crashed his lips to yours

You straddled him and deepend the kiss, he moaned in your mouth and pulled your hips closer

His cock were straining and leaking thru his underwear and you felt it throbbing up to your core

The kiss went sloppier and you bent down to continue your kiss trail down his neck and chest

- No... Ffuck it... I cannot hold myself any longer... Want you NOW!

He almost yelled

He pushed your underwear to the side and started to draw circles on your clit with his long fingers, he swifted motion and plunged in two fingers while his thumb continued the circles

You phanted in his neck

- Please... Oh oh please... Yes Brian.... YES

You were a wet mess and could hardly sit still you took his cock and pumped him a few times before you entered him inside you hard

You both screamed

You sat yourself in a fast pace and your breasts bounced in his face

He grabbed one of them and kissed it with a swirling tounge around your nipple slightly nibbling

You threw your head back and scratched his chest with your nails

He went back with his thumb on your clit and rubbed faster and faster while he thrusted inside you harder and harder

You felt your walls clenching around him and you were very close very very close

Just when you came with full force screaming his name he changed his grip and held your ass, with his both hands pushing so deep and hard inside you that your eyesight blurred

- Ahh christ ... Shit... Omg shit shit... I am coming... N.. Now!!!

He slipped out of you and you were fast to pump him until he spilled his cum over both his and your stomach

You landed on his heaving chest and he stroked your hair

- Well... This was certainly not planned.. Nurse Y/N.. I did not force you to anything did I?

- No Brian... I wanted it too..., But I think you need more massage.. I was not quite done

He smiled at you while you sat up and continued your work

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glittermemories · 5 years ago

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“Rockcandy” MHA OC: Story

Okashi Shuga Quirk Apprehension Test

Since today was Shuga’s first day she had to take the Quirk Apprehension Test. Mr. Aizawa spoke to the class “So since today is Okashi’s first day she has to take the Quirk Apprehension Test. Which will be a good way for everyone to get a decent grasp on how her quirk works. So Sweets, come get your tracksuit.” She was excited and jumped up, glitter falling everywhere and Iida freaking out with a dustpan in hand from just cleaning up the other amount of glitter. She ran to the front of the class with Sparkle in toe and Iida having a complete meltdown. “Thanks Uncle! I’m excited.” As much as Mr. Aizawa loved his niece he still had to treat her like everyone else. In a bored tone he responded “Yes, well it will be interesting.” He then turned serious “Don’t think I will go easy on you just because i’m your uncle. Give it all you’ve got. Because you already know what happened to the last class.” Shuga shuddered at the mere thought of being expelled so she turned serious as well “Yes Sir! I won’t let you down!” He responded “Now go. I will meet you at the P.E. Grounds.” She nodded and ran off glitter trailing behind her once more and everyone facepalmed.

Now at the P.E. Grounds Shuga raised her henshin item as she waited to start her test. Kind of nervous with her whole class watching her “Give me the power of Cure Blossom!” light surrounded her just as if had the first time. The light dissipated and she appeared once again still in her U.A. tracksuit but with her hair now purple and wavy with a bun and side ponytail, fading to a pink shade at the ends. And with her hair decorations which had a flower pin instead of a moon like when she first showed her quirk to the class. She put in her earbuds and started to stretch, mumbling the words to the song she was listening to. “Why do you still look at me like I belong to you?....you must be a parasite..” Mr. Aizawa came up to her “Did you just call someone a parasite?? The only Parasite around here is Mineta.” she snorted laughing “HA! No i was singing to the song i’m listening to. Biohazard by SONiKA.” Her uncle just nodded slightly and continued speaking “Ah, well are you ready? The first test is the 50 meter dash….GO!” She looked slightly shocked but started right away running and waving her wand “GATHER, POWER OF FLOWERS.” Bakugo who was watching with the others tched and mocked her “power of flowers psssh.” Mina elbowed him to tell him to knock it off but he started yelling and being generally obnoxious.

Shuga continued on oblivious to the harassment “FLORAL POWER FORTISSIMO!” She was picked up in a ball of pink light and shot off towards the finish line. The others watched in shock as she landed gracefully at the finish, even Bakugo had stopped “OI WHAT??” He stormed over while everyone just lightly jogged. Mr. Aizawa turned to the girl as she walked over and popped out an earbud “How did I do?? I hope I didn’t do too bad.” He responded “ 4.00 seconds exactly. Not bad at all. Alright the next test is the Standing Long Jump you need to clear the sandbox.” Shuga nodded smiling and now more determined than ever to ace all the tests. She started walking over to the sandbox area but felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Kirishima he cheerfully asked “Hey Okashi-chan, what were you listening too? He took the earbud from her hand and she blushed...N-NO wait!.” He started listening and started bobbing his head and smiled wider while the girl looked away blushing. “Hey i haven’t heard this song sung by a girl before.” He noticed her back facing him and he put a hand on her shoulder, “Are you okay??” Shuga responded in a sputter “You-YOU weren’t suppose-d to hear th-that.” He looked at her and smiled brightly “Why...WAIT you sung that? That was your cover? It was really good, can i listen to it again?” She blushed “AH You like it!? Uh i have to continue to take my Apprehension test b-bUT i can let you listen to it afterwards!” He giggled “Oh yeah! sorry i’m keeping you from your next test. Go on I'll be watching the whole time rooting for you!” Both of them blushed after that but she smiled “Thanks Kiri!” She ran off towards the box “She...she called me Kiri? IT’S NOT MANLY...but its not manly to let her feel bad for giving me a cute nickname...I’ll just have to deal with it.” Inside he was secretly happy with it. He followed the others to the Sand Box. Shuga waited for the que to go “Give me the power of Cure Sunny!” when she appeared again the little pin in her hair was a flame symbol now. She smirked at Bakugo he shouted “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN AT PINKY!!” She just waited for the go ahead “Wait and see, your not the only one who can use explosions.” He looked at her and started growling “What did you just say punk?!” She looked at him and just flipped her hair at him, hitting him in the face with a bunch of glitter. He started sputtering in rage “UUUGHHHGH YOU BRAT!!” She just laughed “You get so mad.” She got close to his face with a handful of glitter and said “I said Wait. And. See.” and she blew glitter at him causing him to flail around in rage. Mr Aizawa yelled to her “Sweets thats enough. Now go to the sandbox.” She strolled over and waited “You may begin.” Shuga snapped her fingers flames enveloping her hand, she punches the ground “Sunny Fire!!” A large explosion formed forcing her into the air and she used that momentum to backflip over the sandbox and land on the other side. “How was that uncle??” she turned her head throwing a peace sign at Bakugo with a big smile. He was about to storm over to her but the others held him back just barley. He nodded “As expected. Such a flashy performance for a sandbox test but whatever. You passed. Now onto the next few tests.”

She passed the sit ups, toe touch, and side steps with a few minor struggles. Her last test was the ball throw test. “Give me the power of Sailor Neptune!” She appeared again with her hairpin switching to the top of the transformation lip rod that belongs to Sailor Neptune. She waited next to Mr. Aizawa the rest of the class waiting in excitement and anticipation. Mina and Kirishima cheered in unison “Go Okashi-chan! You can knock it out of the park!!” Mina gave a thumbs up as Shuga responded smiling brightly “I’m so lucky to have a class with such sweet and amazing people!” She took the ball and tossed it in the air in joy only to catch it again “Neptune!” water surrounded her then shot up around the baseball forming into the shape of the planet Neptune “DEEP SUBMERGE!!!” She threw the ball full force and it shot straight forward with great speed. after a while it plunged into the ground with a loud smash and splashed everywhere, leaving a semi-large crater with a small pool of water in it and a dented baseball. She waited while everyone jumped and cheered, all except Bakugo who was literally smoking and the more calm of the students like Todoroki and Tokoyami. Mr Aizawa measured the distance then went back to the students with a dented baseball. “Congratulations, 707 meters. You surpassed even Bakugo and Midoriya. You have passed all the tests and if you were with the class when everyone first took this test you would have ranked 10th replacing Ochaco. Welcome to class 1-a Sweets” The girl cheered “Yes! Thank you uncle!!” she has such a bubbly nature she hugged him causing him to just pat her head and look bored as always

“Yes, now please stop that. You have to also refer to me as Mr. Aizawa not Uncle or it will be seen as unprofessional and possibly favoritism.” Shuga nervously laughed “ha-ha oop...I’m sorry u...Mr. Aizawa. I didn’t even think about that and got too excited.” He nodded and started walking back to his classroom “All of you can do what you want for the rest of the day I'm going to take a nap...too much of everything today.” Bakugo just frustratedly screamed “HOW??!!! You just some pink extra, you're not special. Nothing you did today would make you special.” Shuga was slightly taken aback by his attitude but snapped back “Oh and you think your the King just because you have a good quirk? Well news flash, your entire class is filled with people who have amazing quirks. So learn to deal with it. Also what is your problem?! Your the one who insulted me first. What do you expect? Me to just sit here and take it? Never gonna happen.” She huffed and turned away flipping her hair at him in the process. “He raged again “OI WATCH IT YOU BRAT!! HEY DON’T WALK AWAY WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU. YOU WORTHLESS EXTRA.” Shuga turned around and smacked him in the face “DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME WORTHLESS. You are such a bully.” The girl started to tear up “Your so awful...how can you even stand it?” She turned running away. Bakugo just stood there, pure shock on his face. Maybe he really had gone too far this time. The entire class stood there in shock, not knowing what to do really. This had never happened before. Iida ran off to get a teacher. Kirishima walked in front of him, “Dude, you made her cry. That's so not manly ...” He just shook his head “You never know when to stop do you?” He turned and ran after Shuga. Kaminari and Hanta also just shook their heads and walked away “Yeah that's just bad my dude.” Mina shouted at him “Gosh Bakugo. It’s her first day! What the heck man?!” Ochaco also mumble at him “Yeah what if she never wants to come back because of that?” the group just dispersed, the heavy mood too much to stay in one place.

Midoriya tapped Bakugo “I’m sorry she hit you, but I think this time you actually deserved it. You should go apologize to her.” Bakugo snapped “I DON’T APOLOGIZE.” Midoriya isn’t usually one to argue but this was a mess. “Ka-chan this is seriously messed up...you made her so upset she slapped you!” Bakugo huffed and realized his entire class was basically against him now and he wouldn’t be on top again unless he fixed this. Kirishima ran after the girl only knowing where she went due to the glitter trail she left. He finally found her hiding in an empty classroom. He knocked on the door hearing sniffling “W-who is it??” She blushed hearing the voice that responded “It's Kirishima.” She shuffled and tried to decide what to do “Please can I come in? It’s not manly to look like I'm talking to a door.” She slightly giggled and spoke softly “Yes...you can come in...only if its you though…” He blushed at that response and slowly opened the door as not to startle her “T-thank you” He slowly walked over to her and crouched down in front of her, his heart aching just by listening to her small sobs “H-hey there O-okashi-chan.” She just rubbed her face on her cats fur as said cat stared at him “Are you here to hurt her? If you are I'll scratch your eyes out!” He giggled at that but slowly reached his hand out to pet the cat “No actually the opposite. If you don’t mind..” the cat moved out of the way at the exact moment his hand would have touched the furball and instead his hand landed on Shuga’s head. Said cat ran off and out of the room leaving them both blushing “UH...UH...i-i meant to pet the c-at.” She continued to blush but tried to make it less awkward by nuzzling his hand with her head “I-its ok..this is kinda comforting...after what just happened...you probably think I'm a horrible person.” He stared at her in shock at hearing her words. He in fact thought the exact opposite. “Actually I don’t think you are horrible at all. Ka-chan is a bully sometimes and he doesn’t take into consideration, that other people are ACTUALLY people and not mindless robots. I’m sorry that happened to you Okashi-chan. I should have stopped him..he went too far.” She looked up at him and then tackled him to the floor in a hug sobbing into his chest “No! It's not your fault. I would never want you to feel that way. I’m just..I shouldn’t have antagonized him either. Or hit him. I’m sorry Kiri.” The redhead was now freaking out a bit. He had a girl entirely too close to him than he was used to. He was so used to girls only being near him to get to Bakugo.

Of course explody boy couldn’t care less but it didn’t make it hurt Kirishima any less. He slowed down his racing mind and just laid there for a moment. Shuga realized what had just happened and was about to push herself up off of him to apologize profusely but instead he wrapped his arms around her. He slowly started running his hand through her hair “Don’t apologize. Not when what he said was that hurtful. He made you cry and that doesn’t fly with me. I don’t care who you are no one deserved that.” the girl was more relaxed and nuzzled his chest “You’re so warm, and comforting Kiri...I could stay like this forever.” He blushed again as did she although it went unseen. “As much as I would love to we can’t. The teachers..or Iida would find us and freak out.” He heard soft breathing as she had fallen asleep there “O-okashi-chan...PLEASE!” she giggled and smiled up at him a single tear left falling down her face “Please Kiri.. call me Shuga.” He touched her cheek and wiped away the tear “Are you sure? By your first name? What will people think?” She leaned into his hand “Let them think what they want. I would rather you call me by my first name.” He blushed but agreed and slowly sat up shifting the girl on top of him to his lap “Then call me Eijiro.” She nodded “Ok..Eijiro.” She got up and held her hand out to him. He grabbed it and stood up as well, they left the room, her never letting go of his hand. As they opened the door she bumped into someone “Ooh sorry. I’m so sorry about…!” She looked up and it was Bakugo held by the students with Mr. Aizawa behind them. He flailed about “OI EX ...JUST LET ME GO I WON’T RUN OFF.” Shuga watched and gripped Kirishima’s hand, he slightly squeezed hers to let her know it will be ok. “B-bakugo, I’m sorry I slapped you. It was the wrong way to respond to you.” He just huffed “No. I-I….UUUUGH!” Mina hit him in the back of the head “OW! UGH FINE! JUST STOP HITTING ME!” He huffed again “No Okashi, I’m the one who should apologize. Y-you are not worthless. I-i….m SoRrY! THERE CAN I GO NOW!!?” Mr. Aizawa said in a bored tone “I don’t know can you?” The blonde just screeched “MAY I PLEASE GO NOW??” Mr. Aizawa responded “Yeah, I guess. Just don’t make her cry again or i’ll expel you.” Kirishima responded as well “And i’ll have to like, punch you or something manly. Don’t make me do that to you.” Bakugo twitched “WHAT DID YOU JUST...Fine..” He turned away “My job here is done now. By the way GET A ROOM!” and just like that the blonde stormed away.

Everyone congratulated Shuga once again on passing the Apprehension test and went on their way. She went to walk away as well but forgot she was still holding Kirishima’s hand “O-oh sorry Eijiro.” She finally let go and he rubbed the back of his neck showing his shark tooth smile “N-no it’s ok. U..u-m what does this make us now? We’ve only just met but..b-but I don’t want to b..be without you.” The girl smiled “Whatever you want us to be.” He nodded “O-ok..Then your my girlfriend...well only if you want to be!” She just giggled “Of course…” She kissed his cheek “Ok boyfriend lets go.” She grabbed his hand and they both left the school together. A very eventful first day for Shuga.

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anemoniii · 6 years ago

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heads up. d.w.

I am back from the dead, my dudes! Hopefully for good this time. I’ll try my best to keep you guys up to date with stories and such, I hope you enjoy this one, lovelies; it’s my first time writing for Damion so. Requests are still open, by the way. I’m also going to start keeping these as non-binary as possible.

request: hi can u do a damian x vigilante reader and they all meet her for the first time and he kinda just falls for her and his fam just teasing him about his crush endlessly?? im glad u decided to come back btw : )

word count: around 2600

“Tt, you see, Batman, this is why Red Hood should never join us. He’s far too reckless,” Damian states trough his com.

Through a series of unfortunate events, Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing had failed a mission. All they needed to do was get in, avoid too much violence, download a file filled with a minor drug dealers buyers onto a hard drive, and get out.

“First of all, don’t blame me for your problems. It’s not like I was the one to disobey Bats, that was all you, man. We had a clear goal, don’t cause chaos,” Jason’s voice echoed through the empty factory. Much like the rest, he was currently tied up and hung over a pool of hydrofluoric acid.

“Oh, so going into a building with AK-47’s blaring is the right way to go? My bad, I didn’t realize.”

I which was followed by a mutter however, due to the empty factory, came as a loud echo, “Imbecile.”

“Robin, control yourself,” Bruce stated through the com, “Tim and I will be there shortly.”

While Jason ignored Bruce, he attempted to swing over and bump into Damian. Unfortunately for him, Jason, not Damian; Damian was quite thankful, he was in no mood to be burned by acid, a loud explosion interrupted his actions.

“Well, I guess they’re finally gonna kill us,” Dick sighed, “It was nice being part of this family while it lasted.”

“I promise you will feel every last bit of the explosion, just a little heads up from one dead man to the next,” Jason added.

“Heads up, indeed.”

Over the heads of all 3 vigilantes, you glided past them, cladded in an outfit as if steampunk and a ninja collided together and became one, from pillar to pillar. (a/n: or you know, whatever you want. I’m low key digging the steampunk ninja vibe though, haha.)

When you found a pillar that was in a good enough distance to save the heroes in distress, you started jumping to each chain that held them above the acid and with perfect precision, you brought them to safety with a swift cut, catch, and release.

“Why are you all so bloody heavy?” You grunted out after you brought down Robin from the chains.

Breathlessly, you stood up from your crouching position with a smile. You clapped your hands together and rolled back onto your heels, “As much fun as this was, I truly must be going,” you turned to the man with a red helmet, “I presume you’re Red Hood, correct? I agree with this twat,” you made awkward hand gestures to Damian and continued, “Please, no more reckless behaviour; I don’t want to nearly break my back again.”

“Tt, I don't need your approval, nor should you ever call me a twat. Who are you even? Were you sent by my mother? Who do you work with? Why did you-.”

You cut him off, “Easy, tiger. No need for all these questions, all you need to know is that your in safe hands. Besides, I don’t even know who you are, but I’m definitely not against learning,” you ended your statement with a wink.

Damian’s face turned a deep crimson colour as his brothers laughed.

“Robin,” he responded.

“Excuse me?”

“I am Robin,” he clarified his response.

You laughed and gave him bow to mock him, “In that case, I’m Hawk. Pleased to you.”

“Tt, I am serious, you poor excuse of a hero.”

You put a hand to your chest and replied with, “Oh, goodness me. Why, I don’t recall ever saying I was a hero, my love. But in all seriousness, my name is Onmitsu (a/n: or whatever you want). I like to consider myself a… an antihero.”

Damian blushed, yet again. To save him from further embarrassment, Dick came forward, with arms crossed, “In order for this meeting to go on any longer, we will need a clarification of what your purpose is for being here.”

“Batman should be arriving with replacement soon,” Jason added.

“Tt, we are well past that.”

Ignoring the two who were arguing, you answered the other man, “As you know, my name’s Onmitsu and I consider myself an antihero-.”

“Why do you consider yourself that?” Dick added with squinted eyes.

Sighing, you continued, “If you would let me finish my sentence, you would have known by now. My name is Onmitsu, I see myself as an antihero because I prefer to be paid for my work, and the only reason I’m saving you idiots is because this happens to be my safe haven. There’s a nice view when there isn’t acid, chains, and random people. All you need to to is look up, the stars are quite beautiful from here, no?”

Damian looked up, “Tt, you make it seem like I would be looking at-.”

“Oh, how could I forget about you!”

Damian looked back down and to you, you were playing with the tiniest kitten he has ever seen, “It looks malnourished.”

You sighed and pat the cat behind its ear, “Her name is Manara. She is the light of my life. I found her a little over a month ago, she refuses to eat anything I give her. I don’t know what to do anymore. Do you like animals? I adore them. I prefer them over humans, humans are so unpredictable.”

Damian gave a faint smile, it wasn’t noticeable, but it didn’t slide past Jason and Dick. Or even Tim and Bruce who seemed to finally arrive.

“I couldn’t agree less, you seem to be tolerable. Perhaps you would like to meet my animals sometime. I have many, I simply adore them. I have a cat as well, his name is Alfred.”

Tim and Jason couldn’t help but snicker at Damian.

Batman clasped his hands together, “Well, we truly must be going. Onmitsu, it would be lovely to work with you in the near future,” he turned to the three who faced a near death experience, “You three were in good hands it seems. No scratches, cuts, bullet wounds. Anything?”

They all shook their heads.

“Very well. It was a pleasure meeting you, I’m quite excited for you and Robin to be dating, from the profile check I did on you, you seem quite suitable, y/n.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Wayne. I can assure you, I mean no harm. Unless I’m provoked, that is,” you smiled.

With a sigh and a hand to his temple, “First Red Robin, now you?”

Your smile grew to a smirk, “I believe you mean, Tim Drake, sir?” You turned and nodded off the rest of the people, “Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and last but certainly not least, Damian Wayne. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

Dick looked at you with confusion, “I thought you said you didn’t know Damian?”

You fiddled with your katanas and put them back in their scabbards on your back before answering, “Come on, who in their right mind would have came in saying how you already know someone’s alter ego? You gotta build up to that, my friend. Wait for the right moment, ya know?”

Your smile grew at their looks of discontent, “Please don’t worry, I have nothing against you. There’s not a dime for any of you to be dead. Surprising, I know.”

Tim yawned and added, “How reassuring.”

“Tt, calm down, Drake. Anyway, since you have the approval of my father and a reliable research, I deem you worthy to be invited to Wayne Manor.”

Jason came behind Damian and but his hands on his shoulders, “What demon is trying to say is he wants to date you. Possibly marry you, I wouldn’t be surprised if I were you; he doesn’t usually smile at people. That alone makes me hear wedding bells,” he finished by moving his index finders side to side in the air to symbolize the chiming of bells.

“Jason!” Damian hissed.

No one backed Damian up, they knew it was all too true. Never once did he show the same interest in anyone like he showed you. Inviting you over? Deeming you worthy? You were beyond confused with this seemingly dysfunctional family, but they seemed nice enough. You did your research, there was nothing to be too frightened of. What could go wrong?

“Well, it would be my honour.”

And if Damion wasn’t blushing, he sure was now, “Very well, I am free tomorrow at noon. Where shall I pick you up?”

“What about at Gotham Park? I’m already going there tomorrow, I’m down for you to come. Is that okay?” You hit his shoulder with yours.

“Okay.”

“Great, demon spawn has a date, I believe we’re done here. I really don’t want to be standing near this acid anymore. But I’m a nice guy, I’ll try to get this all cleared up for you before we leave,” Jason interjected.

“It’s fine; I’m a responsible adult, I’m sure I’ll find a way to get bloody hydrofluoric acid out of here. How the hell did it even get here?”

“You know drug dealers,” Tim cut in.

“Damn, why must this dealer just have to ruin the purest thing, I love this place” you added. “Especially you, Manara. No drug lord will ever hurt you.”

As the heroes and anti heroes walked out of the factory, Manara closely following behind, all that could be heard was the words of departure and traffic. For once, there was no raindrops to fill the erie city that is Gotham.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #bruce wayne imagine #dc imagine #dc x reader

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onenewphoenix · 6 years ago

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Hello to Shadow Pond Family!

@jadziana, @redlibrary, @giosteele, @borisofroyalpains, @royalpainscentral, @renuka13, @maria-marz, @royal-pains-love-blog, @royalpainsandsuch, @frostiron81, @championmuffin, @spooookyboo, and all members of this small, yet devoted family of all things relating to Royal Pains, Horis, and Mr. Campbell Scott.

Where did the summer go? I thought it was still July, as that is Mr. Scott’s birthday month; then I blinked and poof! Mid-August arrived. What in the blazes?

Your patience with me is boundless; my calendar tells me that I need to post new chapters to ‘Music in the Air’ r..e..g..u..l..a..r..l..y and that means every two to three weeks. So, my mind apparently has its own ideas about such things and it appears that I am currently on a monthly+ posting basis - but, my mind didn’t tell me this. Where was I? (...probably still wondering where July went off to...) I will try to get better at this; personally I like what my calendar tells me...

Gloria Steinem once said, “Writing is the only thing that when I do it, I don’t feel like I should be doing something else.”

Very nice. However, for the rest of us who are not full-time/paid writers, things such as life, family, jobs (?!?!!!), friends, various living responsibilities, sleeping, and the like, take up the time we want to spend on the ‘fun stuff’ (i.e. writing, reading, creating, having fun...), yes?

Thank you for waiting on me. (hand on heart)

“Music in the Air’ DOES have a new chapter today; it is called: “Ripple Effect, Chapter 31. Here are some excerpts - please enjoy:

---Udo’s eyes became large and he said with alarm, “Sir, you have not even had your coffee yet? Oh, goodness, please excuse me, I need to make a call to our concierge; I will have it all brought up immediately,” And Udo stood up, bowed slightly and walked quickly over to a desk which had a hotel phone, his travel satchel, laptop, cell phone, and portfolio on it. Udo picked up the phone and spoke politely into it. Udo couldn’t believe that his Masters had come to check on him before Dr. Hank had food and the Master had his coffee. Udo’s mind was near-frantic, ‘This is simply not proper!’

---Boris felt the familiar and delightful stirring that occurred whenever Hank kissed him in that way and it began to show; Boris pulled away slightly as he didn’t want Hank to think he was completely uncouth; after all, Boris knew that Hank had just been upset with him for his selfish behavior. Hank moved his right hand down to the small of Boris’ back and pushed Boris against him, so he could feel Boris’ growing firmness again and said, “Don’t hide that from me.”

---“Ah...my naked husband in a pool; why did I even bother to eat dessert? I see my dessert right in front of me here,” Boris said playfully, “Would you like a glass of port, my beloved One?” “That’s sounds great! Are you going to join me in the water?” Hank asked. “That question is like asking the sun if it shall rise tomorrow,” Boris stated...

---“I was grazed by a bullet,” Boris said plainly. “What?!” Hank exclaimed and tensed his body. “Please relax, my beloved One, it was many, many years ago,” Boris replied; he almost said, ‘It was only a flesh wound’, but didn’t because he imagined that comment wouldn’t make Hank feel any less distraught.

---“There is only one more, I think...” Boris said simply, lowered his left leg and lifted his other leg and pointed to the middle of his right foot, “And this one was when we were rebuilding the shipyard in Gibraltar; I was walking along the dock and a portion of it gave way - it was quite decrepit - and a metal shard went through some very beautiful Italian leather dress shoes and impaled my foot, but miraculously kept me from falling into the drink!” “Stop, please!” Hank exclaimed with a nervous laugh. Boris continued as if he was a boy simply recalling something that happened on a playground, “The shard went in between all of the bones and tendons and completely, and luckily, missed anything important, except my shoes, and...” Hank took his wet fingers and put them on Boris’ lips to silence him, “Okay, okay, stop it, I get it! You don’t realize what my mind - the mind of a doctor - visualizes when you tell me this kind of stuff! And this is on top of the fact that you are my husband and I love you and I worry about you!”

#Horis #Shadow Pond Family #Boris Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz #Mr. Campbell Scott #unfairly gorgeous

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billnoncipher · 6 years ago

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Wendip Week Prompt 2

Just My Luck

By William Easley

(Not part of my normal continuity and written for the Wendip Week 2018 prompt 2, "Typical Pines Luck")

Before the Mystery Twins had been in Gravity Falls for more than the first three days of June 2015, Mabel had found a new boyfriend.

"A fawn?" Dipper asked. "Seriously? You're going with a baby deer?"

"No, silly!" Mabel, who was preening at the mirror, said. "F-a-U-n! As in part hunky boy, part goat!" She narrowed her eyes and whispered confidentially, "He doesn't wear pants!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dipper said. "T.M.I! And also, no. No, you cannot date this guy, thing, whatever it is—"

"He's a faun," Mabel insisted. "And his name is Raymond."

"I don't care if he's a—Raymond? Raymond is a faun's name?"

"Yup," Mabel said, changing her earrings. "He's got the cutest little hoofs, and a twitchy little tail, and these two little curly horns."

"Yeah," Dipper said grimly. "I've read in mythology that fauns were always horny! Look, you know this guy's just gonna dump you for another girl. Or maybe another goat. Take my advice and give Raymond a wide berth!"

"You're not gonna spoil this for me, Dipper!" she said. She'd settled on earrings in the shape of little gold pine trees. "Anyway, we're just going to frisk in the meadow for a while. You can come along if you want. Hey, you could do the—"

"Don't even say it! I am not doing the 'Lamby Lamby' dance. Especially for a guy whose mom may have been one!"

Dipper told Wendy, whose response was, "Mabes can take care of herself, Dip. Besides, I give the relationship two days, tops. Just wait until they have a meal together!"

He had to chuckle. "Yeah, heh. I guess a faun would be pretty disgusting to watch eat."

"Um, right," Wendy said. "The faun . . . ri-i-ight."

Next he told Ford, who said, "That's interesting. The fauns rarely come down from the tablelands below the western cliffs. I'll have to ask her to collect a hair sample for DNA analysis."

And the last resort was Grunkle Stan, who shrugged. "Meh, she'll find out soon enough the guy don't have any money, and that'll be the end of that."

When Dipper collapsed groaning into a chair, his Grunkle gave him a sharp look. "What's the matter, kid? Scared a goat-guy's gonna elope with your sis?"

"Noooo," Dipper moaned, drawing it out. "It's just that—we've been here practically no time, and she's got a date already! I asked Wendy if she might want to go see a movie with me, and she told me, 'Wait until you're old enough to drive, and then we'll talk.'"

"So, ask somebody else," Stan suggested. "Plenty of seafood in the ocean, kid!"

"Wouldn't do any good," Dipper said. "I have terrible luck with girls."

"Give me a fr'instance," Stan said. "Maybe I can help."

"Aw," Dipper said, "there was this girl, Francine, at one of the school dances, and she wasn't dancing with anybody, so I walked over, got my nerve up, and asked if she wanted to dance. She said yes."

"See, you were in luck!"

"No, because when we walked out onto the floor, she stepped into a little pool of spilled punch and her heel skidded and she sprained her ankle! Just my luck!"

"Don't sound like hers was any too good, either," Stan said. "Come on, Dipper, that was one time!"

"Another time," Dipper said, "Mabel talked this girl, Ellen, into being open if I asked her on a date. I asked her to a movie for that coming weekend, and she said yes."

"Luck turned around, see?"

"No, it did not," Dipper said. "Because the movie was on Saturday, and on Friday her dad moved the whole family away. Turns out he was in witness protection, and somebody in the family let their real last name slip."

Stan's eyes narrowed. "Realllllly? Uh, what was the name?"

"Farghandahler," Dipper said.

"Never heard of 'em. Well, it was worth a shot," Stan said. "Kid, it sounds to me that you need a good-luck charm."

"Oh, come on," Dipper said. "I don't believe in horseshoes and rabbits' feet and all!"

"Got a point there," Stan conceded. "Horseshoes were invented so hicks could beat city folks at a stupid tossing game. And if a rabbit's foot brought luck, you wouldn't be able to buy any, 'cause every rabbit's got four of 'em! Nah, I'm thinkin' along the lines of an amulet. They really work. Sometimes."

Dipper remembered Gideon's amulet of telekinesis, which did seem to work. "Worth a shot," he mumbled.

"Come with me."

Grunkle Stan led him to the stock room. Though Soos was Mr. Mystery these days, and Melody was engaged to become Mrs. Mystery soon, Stan still kept a close eye on what the Shack offered. He fiddled around in a box and then came up with something shiny. "Aha! Knew we had half a dozen of these. OK, kid, I'm gonna make you a gift of the world's most powerful good-luck charm. It comes all the way from Niue!"

"Where . . . is that?" Dipper asked. He'd never heard of it.

"Ah, somewheres near Metuchen, I think. Anywhoo, this here is a five-dollar silver piece. No kiddin', real silver, so take care of it! Look at it. See these little insets? This here is a genuine four-leaf clover from County Cork, Ireland, blessed by a priest who's also a part-time leprechaun! And this is a miniature horseshoe, actually manufactured from a real shoe once worn by Man O'War, the luckiest horse that ever ran in the Derby! This is, uh, a preserved ladybug. Not killed, it died of old age, ya understand. Ladybugs are notoriously lucky!"

"What?" Dipper asked.

"C'mon, Dip, ya never heard of one's house actually burnin' down! And last this is a little figure of a lucky elephant. With all them on your side, your luck will turn right around! You'll see! If it don't work, double your money back."

"How . . . much are you charging me?" Dipper asked.

"Nothin'! It's a free gift! Take it before I change my mind. I could sell this dealy to a sucker for fifty bucks!"

Oh, well. The silver disk had been pierced for a thong, and Stan threw a rawhide one in for free. "Word of caution," he said. "The gals go nuts for a guy who wears a thong! Don't get yourself in trouble, kid—or them, either."

Dipper put the rawhide cord around his neck. What the heck, it would either work or it wouldn't.

And Gideon really had almost cut out his tongue with lamb shears that one time.

Strangely, that night Dipper had a vivid dream of a tourist couple parking in the Mystery Shack lot. They had a cute daughter about fourteen and a little baby not more than a year old. The weird thing was that they pulled their Grand Rover van into a slot, the dad and mom and daughter got out, and they turned to take a photo of the Shack and the totem pole—and the van rolled away backwards, because the dad had evidently not put it in Park. The mom screamed as the van rolled over the edge of the hill and then fell and rolled over and over down to the forest edge, where it collided hard with a tree.

And the baby was inside.

The next morning, while chatting with Wendy at the sales desk, Dipper glanced out the window and saw a maroon Grand Rover van—exactly like the one he'd dreamed of—just pulling into the lot. "Be right back," he said to Wendy and dashed outside.

He felt creeps all over his skin—the van was parking in the exact spot that he'd dreamed of. He sprinted across the lawn and leaped over the low fence just as the mom, dad, and teen daughter got out and the dad hefted a camera. The van started to roll. Dipper leaped into the driver's seat—the dad hadn't closed the door—and jammed on the brakes, while pulling on the emergency brake handle. The mom screamed.

The dad came running up, white-faced. "What happened?"

Dipper said, "It's OK, sir. I saw the van start rolling. I think you didn't put it in Park."

The mom opened the rear door and took the baby—a cheerful little one-year-old boy who had no idea he'd been in any peril—out of his baby seat. "He's OK," she said. "Bless you!"

The father was reaching for his wallet. "How much can it—"

"No, sir," Dipper said. "Just—I don't know, pay it forward. Help out somebody who's in trouble. And enjoy the Mystery Shack!"

The dad got behind the wheel, started the engine, and pulled the car back into the parking slot. He very carefully put it in Park and set the emergency brake.

Someone tapped on Dipper's shoulder. "You can take this, anyway," the teen girl—braids, freckles, really cute—said. And she hugged him and kissed him on the mouth. "Thanks for saving my baby brother!"

Dipper realized he had an audience. Wendy and Stan had come out on the porch. "Uh, you're welcome," Dipper said.

The girl took his hand and wrote something on his palm. "My email," she said. "Get in touch with me. My name's Laramie."

"O-OK," Dipper said.

He walked back to the Shack, where Grunkle Stan clapped him on the shoulder. "Lucky you spotted that!" he said. "Saved us from losin' some customers!"

Wendy, settling back behind the counter, asked, "You know that girl, Dipper?"

"Uh, no," he said. "Just saw their van start to roll and she was, I guess grateful or some deal."

"You mean this isn't gonna be a regular thing?"

"Gosh, no! They're probably from Canada or someplace. I'll never see her again."

Wendy grinned. "Just teasing, man. Good going."

Later that afternoon, because he really couldn't think of an excuse, he went with Mabel to meet Raymond. Raymond waited for Mabel in the bonfire clearing. He seemed skittish when he saw she was not alone, but then she introduced Dipper as her twin. "I'm Alpha, though," she confided.

Well, Raymond wasn't quite what Dipper had expected. True, he had curly little horns and a crown of curly black hair. True, his ears were pointed, and his eyes had strangely slit-like pupils. And he definitely had hoofs and a strange ankle joint. However, the fur on his legs and waist and, um, that general area, was six inches long, very fluffy and shaggy, and he might as well have been wearing pants.

And he talked normal. No baaas or godawful puns, no "I'm Mr. Satyr day night" or anything like that. He seemed interested that Mabel had a brother. He wanted to know where they were from, what Dipper liked to do, why they had come to the Falls, did they like the forest, would he like to see some secluded beautiful areas, and so on.

Mabel looked increasingly uncomfortable and finally reminded Raymond, "You were gonna show me that beautiful forest pool with a cascading creek leading into it. Dipper doesn't have time, sorry." And she led him off.

In about an hour she was back, looking mad. "You win," she said. "I broke up with Raymond. I hope you're happy!"

"Hey, I didn't do anything!" Dipper said.

"Yes, you did! Raymond asked me if you were attached. He wants to date you! Lucky!"

"Tell him I'm not into guys or goats. And especially not into guy-goat combos!" Dipper said. He was beginning to think that luck had its downside.

But he tested it. The next day he asked Wendy if she'd like to go see that movie on Friday night. "I'm still not old enough to drive," he said. "But I don't mind being driven."

She grinned. "OK, Dip, just this movie. But it's no big deal, understand? Just two friends going to see a three-D earthquake movie!"

"I understand," he said. "Just friends."

And then the next day Candy came over to visit Mabel and wound up telling Dipper he was really growing up to be a handsome guy, and she sat uncomfortably close to him. And a little later he went outside just to get away from her and found a wallet on the ground.

He opened it and saw a drivers' license, the picture looking familiar—oh, yeah, a guy who'd gone out on the tour with a bunch of others. And speak of the devil, Soos came driving the tram back just then, and the very guy jumped off, looking anxious, and headed for his car, which he opened and checked—

"Excuse me, sir," Dipper said. "I just found this wallet. Is it yours?"

"Yes!" the guy said, looking relieved. "I must have dropped it while going out to the tram."

Dipper handed it over. "You might want to check to make sure everything's there."

The man did. "Yep, all the cards, all the money. Here you go, son." He held out a twenty.

Dipper shook his head. "I didn't want a reward, sir. My great-uncle co-owns this place, and he'd never want to make money from someone's misfortune." That was true, sort of. Of course, Stan didn't mind a bit if he made money from them any other way.

But the guy asked his name, went inside, and evidently praised him to Soos and Wendy, because they both gave him thumbs-up when he came back in. And Candy hugged him. "My Dipper is an honest and truthful man!" she announced.

Wendy raised an eyebrow at "my Dipper."

Still later, downtown at a convenience store, Dipper fed a dollar into a vending machine and bought the first and only scratch-off lottery ticket in his life so far. Back in the Shack, he scratched it off.

Yeah, it figured. He'd won $1,000.00. There was, of course, a catch. He gave the card to Stan. "I can't use it," he told his Grunkle. "You have to be eighteen or over."

"I'm eighteen or over," Stan pointed out. "I'll do somethin' nice for ya, kid." And he did. He went into town to cash in the ticket and brought Dipper back a candy bar.

That night, Dipper complained to Mabel about the amulet. "It's making me lucky," he said, "but not in any way that helps me out. And it's got you mad at me."

"I'm not mad," Mabel said. "Just disappointed that Raymond prefers you to me. That's not your fault. My irresistibility must've rubbed off on you a little." She picked up the candy bar. "You gonna eat this?"

"Don't like coconut. You can have it."

"Thanks, Brobro!"

Mabel bit into the candy bar and chipped a tooth. Fragment of coconut husk. Stan had to rush her to a dentist he knew who owed him a favor. She came back with a repaired tooth and a rueful, "You're lucky you didn't want the candy, Dipper!"

But the amulet didn't work with Wendy. The next morning, she said, "I gotta break our date, Dip. Sorry, man. My dad wants me to go with him and my brothers to visit my aunt this evening."

And without Wendy—meh. The kind of luck he was having just wasn't worth it. After some soul-searching, Dipper walked out to the Bottomless Pit and walked back a little lighter and amulet-free.

Just before quitting time, Wendy apologized again—but then the phone rang, and she answered it. "What? Oh, OK. No, tomorrow's even better. Sure. OK if I see a movie, then? Thanks, Dad!"

She hung up the phone. "Huh. My aunt called Dad and asked him to put off the visit, so our date's back on, unless you got someone else to see it with."

"No!" Dipper said. "Uh, no. No, I don't. Uh. If you want to go."

"Yeah, I guess so," Wendy said. "Guess you're in luck, Dipper."

Yeah, for a change, he guessed he really was in the best kind of luck. Seeing a three-D movie about an earthquake sitting next to a gorgeous redhead who made a practice of not dating anybody under the age of sixteen? But she would make one exception?

Hmm, maybe he shouldn't have tossed that amulet away so quickly . . . .

Nah. Typical Pines luck was better than anything it could dish up!

The End

#wendip week #gravity falls #william easley

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