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scrollsfromarebornrealm · 2 years ago
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Morality Challenge - Mathye Bishop
Bold all the things your muse has done (will / would do is in italics, bolded italics means they’ve done it before and will probably do it again)
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murder / manslaughter / assault / robbery / breaking & entering / theft / embezzlement / kidnapping / torture / blackmail / arson / trespassing / treason / libel or slander / obstruction of justice / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon / espionage / riot / escape from lawful custody / contempt of court / public intoxication / conspiracy / accessory to a crime / harboring a fugitive / bribery / perjury under oath / resisting arrest / identity theft / corporate fraud / tax fraud / document forgery / destruction of evidence / assassination / counterfeiting / sale of a controlled substance / purchase of a controlled substance / failure to pay child support / hacking crimes / threat / pick-pocketing / shoplifting
Tagging: @driftward and @erickgage
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darnell-la · 2 months ago
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𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧
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pairing: old man!logan howlett x young female!reader
warnings: staring, rude people in public, Logan with no emotion, begging, oral (male receiving), riding, doggy, neck kisses, slightly forced cream pie, multiple orgasm, moans from both sides, very rough sex, angry animalistic Logan, etc.
request: Hi! I love your work, Could I request Oldman!Logan x young fem!reader (22 years) that has a baby fever and really wants to have Logan's baby (also to shut the mouths of those who make fun of her dating an older man), she decides to prepare a surprise for him so that he can get her pregnant soon. Reader is needy and Logan is rude.
note: Logan as always is mean and an over-thinker, but he can’t seem to not give what his perfect girl wants. A breeding session.
teaser - Logan gets kinda subby in here. can’t stop cumming…
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How do you guys feel about an X-Men story with the reader? Logan is rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!
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“Stop gettin’ in your feelings, Bub. They ain’t gon stop,” Logan said, talking about the people looking their way in the expensive restaurant Logan decided to take y/n out at.
“But, isn’t it rude? Why do they care so much about who I’m with? Or who you’re with!?” Y/n tried whispering and keeping her facial expressions normal. She didn’t want them to know she was bothered, but it wasn’t hard to see.
“Just relax, Bub — Ain’t nun gon happen with a few eyes lookin’ attcha,” Logan had picked up the menu to continue searching through what he wanted to order for himself and his girl.
“Are you two ready, or shall you get more time?” The man asked in an accent that made Logan roll his eyes. “Just appetizers for now. Gonna get the cheese bites with a side of marinara sauce, and two Caesar salads,”
“And drinks?” The waiter asked as he looked at y/n, wanting to hear the young lady talk as he was done listening to the older grumpy man.
“I’ll have a whiskey, no ice, and she’ll have water for now,” Logan ordered for her, eyes still on the menu as y/n faked a bright smile on her face so at least one of them looked like they wanted to be here.
“Are you sure that’s all you want? We have a lot of cocktails. Even mocktails if you’re not feeling alcohol going lady,” Logan laughed at the small sign the water gave. They always go.
“She’s fine, trust me,” Logan said, leaning his girl from head to toe. He knew her like a book. He knew her life at the back of his hands. He loved showing it too.
“I’m fine, thank you,” y/n smiled at the man as he looked at Logan. He wanted to speak, say something, but he couldn’t. Logan wasn’t actually doing anything to make the man complain.
“Get a load of that guy,” y/n rolled her eyes as he walked off. “Yep,” Logan said, not really caring. “Why are you always so calm? He was disrespecting us. Disrespecting you,” y/n said, confused about why the man never cared.
“I’m still alive, aren’t I? You’re making it seem like that fetus of a man shot at me,” y/n rolled her eyes and sat back as she crossed her arms, upset at the lack of care Logan had. She felt like she was the only one who cared about things.
Throughout the night, Logan made small talk with y/n to ease her mood. She tried to stay upset at the man, but the hand grabs, foot nudges, and complements made her melt
“Said you had a surprise for me, Bub?” Logan asked as the two made it into the hotel that Logan bought for the night. The top floor had a good view, a view he knew y/n would love.
“Yeah, but I thought we were going back to the house,” y/n pouted, a bit tipsy as Logan carried her through the door. “I know, and I apologize, princess. If you left it at the house, you can give it to me tomorrow. Or I can go get it now?” Logan suggested.
“No, no, you don’t have to do all that. I-I got it. I got it,” Y/n said as she kicked her heels off and walked towards the bed with Logan.
He had a few drinks, but that never affected him. She prayed it would tonight so she wouldn’t have to work hard, but she’ll deal with it.
Y/n knows Logan’s a hard one to crack, but the man loved her. He’s so anything for her, so a long session of begging or anything of that sort, would make him crack. Only for her.
“Get comfortable — I’ll be back,” Y/n said as she stumbled to the bathroom. Logan chuckled as he got undressed, already knowing y/n wanted to have sex. She always does, and he never says no.
Y/n didn’t take long to get stripped and walk out of the bathroom slowly. The lights were dim, and Logan sat up against the headboard of the bed, legs spread and waiting for his perfect girl.
“I-I know you’re against it, and I know you always shut me down, but tonight is special. I-I really, really want you tonight,” Y/n said, slowly crawling on the bed as Logan’s chest rose.
“You always get me, Bub, so what’s there to beg about?” Logan said as he rubbed his thighs. “I want you to cum in me,” y/n looked at him with those eyes he could barely say no to.
“Y/n, don’t start tonight. Ian tryna ruin the night,” Logan has rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Baby, please,” y/n begged, trailing her hands up his legs until they were mid-thigh.
“Keep beggin’ for that shit, and ima turn around and go to sleep,” Logan warned the girl, but she ignored him and put his cock in her hand. “C’mon, daddy, please,” y/n said, bringing out the word she used in once in a blue moon.
“Nah uh, get off, y/n. I told you what was gonna happen-“ Before he could finish, y/n wrapped her wet mouth around his tip, sucking down hard as her tongue moved up and down his slit.
“F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs shook as he gripped the sheets. “Y/n, remove your fucking mouth,” Logan demanded, but she ignored him, looking into his angry dark eyes as she slipped down onto his cock, taking all the inches in that she could.
“Y-Y/n!” The man groaned loudly, hips bucking as his hand went to her hair, pulling her up to get her off, but not strong enough. He was physically stronger than her, so she knew if he wanted her off, he’d get her off.
“Fuckin- Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ bad,” Logan said as his other hand cupped her cheek. “But you take my cock so well,” Logan admitted with a chuckle as he slowly began moving her head at a pace he wanted her to suck in.
“Always so fuckin’ needy — Needy little slut can’t just enjoy my cock. Always needs my cum to satisfy her,” Logan said, now moving his hips, allowing his cock to thrust up into her throat.
“That’s it, kid — Fuckin’ suck me up since you want it so bad. You ain’t gettin’ it in that cunt. You ain’t earn it yet,” Logan said, watching spit spill from her mouth.
Y/n did her best to look up and into his eyes. Her was glossy, streaming tears as he grew dark. He couldn’t hold back his deep groan at the sight of her taking his cock like this.
“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that,” Logan said, getting angry at her. He hated how bad she was, but loved that she’d do anything to get what she wanted from him.
“Fuckin’ brat,” Logan growled, snapping his hips faster to make her gag and cough on his cock. Maybe if she was too busy trying to focus on taking him, she’d stop silently begging for him to breed her.
It’s not like the man didn’t want to. He was just insecure. Yeah, he and y/n had been dating for a while, but the people roaming about are right. At least that’s what he thought at the time.
What if he is too old for her? He’d basically be baby-trapping her if he gave her what she wanted. He swore she’d regret it.
He forced himself to think that way, but every time y/n took his cock, rather that was with her mouth, cunt, ass, or anything, she’s beg him to breed her. Something in him knew she wanted it, but the other part held him back.
“Fuck, y/n, stop it! Stop fucking looking at me like that!” Logan shouted at the girl, an animalistic tone slipping out as he fucked her throat.
Y/n didn’t stop. She continued, whether her eyes could barely stay on him or not, she kept looking up at him, begging him to breed her.
“Y/n, I can’t — I fucking can’t,” the man had thrown his head back, whining as he felt himself near. He’s me we did that before, but him trying to yell her no but also seeing her beg, was too much for him. He was overstimulated by his thoughts.
Y/n slapped Logan’s hands off of him and quickly crawled onto him. She grabbed his cock and aligned herself with him before sitting down.
The moan that escaped her mouth made his eyes widen. “F-Fuck, kid, stop it!” Logan said, but his hands came to her waist and kept her in place. She tried to bounce, but he didn’t even allow her to do that.
Logan’s feel curled as his fingernails dug into her sides, causing her to feel in pain, but also pleasure. “Do it, daddy, please,” was all had to say on his cock before he jumped over the edge.
Logan’s mouth parted as his whole body stuttered. No noises came from his mouth for a second as y/n felt his warm seed coat her walls.
“Yes! Yes, daddy, yes!” Y/n cried out with happiness before she buried her face into the crook of his neck, sucking into his skin hard. That pulled all of his groans and moans out.
Logan’s hands wrapped around the girl's back and waist, pulling her into his body as she grinned against his pelvis, letting her swollen bud feel all the affection it needed.
“Please, more, Logan. Please. Please,” y/n continued rubbing against him as her whole body felt numb. She was going to cum, and Logan knew it. Damn her.
“Fuck, kid — F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs kicked as he tried keeping himself in, but he couldn’t. She squeezed him so hard for him not to do what she’d been begging for, for the longest.
“Y/n,” Logan’s voice cracked as his nails broke the skin on the young girl's back and waist. “Yes, yes!” Y/n almost cried as her body kicked up and she came, sucking the man too hard. To damn hard.
Logan’s mouth parted once again as his eyes crossed, feeling too much pleasure as he spilled into y/n for the second time and took the love bites y/n gave him on his neck.
Logan was pissed. He was so damn pissed at y/n for not listening to him. He wanted to punish her, but how? How could he after he bred her? He wouldn’t be able to pull out. And fuck a condom. He was fucked. He broke the promise he kept to himself. He really fucking loves her to let her do this to him.
“You’re so fuckin’ bad, y/n,” Logan breathed out into y/n’s ear, alarming her. He wasn’t relaxed. He was angry. “You like gettin’ what you want?” The man asked as he slowly lifted y/n off of him. She was being held in the air.
“Then ima give you what you fucking want,” before y/n knew what he meant, the man flipped the two, allowing him to hover over her.
“S-Sorry, I just- I really needed you. I-I love you so much, and I-I — I want you to give me a baby. I-If you don’t want it, I-I’ll just take the plan b tomorrow. I promise,” y/n couldn’t stop stuttering.
She felt a slight fear. She knew how Logan got, and now that he’d already come in her, he’d be worse.
“Fuck that plan b. You wanna baby? Then deal with the fucking consequences,” Logan turned y/n around and forced her onto her hands and knees. Before she could process anything, he plunged into her.
“Fuuck!” Y/n screamed at the new angle and the hard thrust. “Shut the fuck up, and take it,” the man groaned as a hand came down on her ass. “Take my fuckin’ kid, since you wasn’t em so damn bad,” he added.
Y/n cried into the sheets, thinking he couldn’t fuck her hard until his claws came out. He’d never done this before, but she knew what he was up to.
The man’s claws punched into the wall right in front of the two. He gripped tightly, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere before he pounded her into the mattress.
The young girl's neck and back belt pain. He was breaking her and didn’t care. She wanted this.
“Lot,” y/n whined, not being able to say what she had to say. She was beyond fucked. “Don’t worry, Bub — You’re gonna make a damn good mom,” Logan said, making sure she knew he was up for this.
Y/n slightly smiled as her cunt quivered, finally letting out another orgasm as her eyes closed. “S-So good,” she said as she slipped away. “I know, baby — I know,” the man growled.
Logan never stopped his thrust, making sure she’d feel the soreness when she woke up. And the loads he was going to leave in her.
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daytaker · 10 months ago
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The Gang React to You Breaking Your Ankle
Lucifer
"This was bound to happen sooner or later."
I mean, really, with all the stunts you play with his brothers and that sorcerer, it's more surprising that you didn't break anything before now. Thank goodness your room is on the ground floor. Now, here is a schedule of where you need to be and when, along with the brother who is your designated companion at all times to ensure you don't get stuck somewhere or fall over and break something else. This is a rotating position so stop fighting all of you!
Mammon
"Holy shit, humans break easy, huh?"
Assuming for the moment that Mammon didn't accidentally get your ankle broken by pulling some stupid stunt for Devilgram clout and involving you in it, he'll be extra careful with you for a little bit. People keep jostling you in the hall! Don't they realize you're basically made of glass and paper?! He'll clear the halls for you to hobble by with your crutches. Yep, you're earning all sorts of new friends.
Leviathan
"E-sports are the best activity when you're injured."
What a convenient excuse to drag you to his room more often than usual for anime marathons and all-night gaming sessions. Like Mammon, he's a little uneasy about this revelation about just how delicate you are, but nobody gets injured playing video games. He's basically protecting you from your next inevitable accident.
Satan
"Stop trying to do so much on your own."
Satan acts extremely annoyed when he sees you trying to hop somewhere without your crutches or lifting anything more than fifteen pounds unaided. Of course, he's just worried about you and expressing that in the most practical way he can. He repeatedly reminds you of advice on improving your recovery rate he found in medical books and the blogs of reputable physical therapists (he always checks into their credentials).
Asmodeus
"Poor thing! Let me spoil you!"
And that's basically what he does, whenever he gets the opportunity. This is a great excuse to get some much needed R&R, in his opinion, so the two of you will be visiting spas and getting massages and you aren't walking anywhere anymore, he is one of the Rulers of the Underworld and you are going to be carried on a litter, so help him Gardonus.
Beelzebub
"You need to eat well to get your strength back."
Prepare yourself for Beel's version of "eating well". You only had three eggs for breakfast? You'll never heal at that rate. Have another six and some bacon. Here's a protein shake. It's designed for demons so it's probably a little grittier than the soft stuff from the human world but it's exactly what you need. No, he doesn't have any science to back this up. Yes, he expects you to clean your plate.
Belphegor
"Of course you got hurt, running around all the time. You should just relax with me."
Little did you know this was all part of Belphegor's master plan...
What a perfect opportunity to spend every second of the day with you. Now that you're forced to sit around and avoid being too active, he has you right where he wants you (specifically, under the blankets with him while he sleeps). He'll remind you at every opportunity that you normally run yourself ragged, and you've earned some time to laze around. And now that you're injured, you have the perfect excuse!
Diavolo
"Your poor human bones... My home is always open to you if you need somewhere more convenient to stay. Please take care of yourself, in the meantime."
Rest assured, he will provide you with all transportation necessary to and from RAD. Or perhaps you would like to try remote classes? Leviathan finds them productive! And if you need anything, please let him know. He'll be in touch about five times a day just to make sure you remember that.
Barbatos
"I am only a phone call away should you require my assistance."
And he will be on call at all hours of the day and night, just in case. You'll be treated like royalty when you visit the castle too, of course. (Even more like royalty than usual, that is.)
Solomon
"Oh, that? Here."
He just magics your ankle better. There, there, little apprentice. He's surprised you didn't do that yourself.
Simeon
"What are you carrying? I'll take it for you. No, I insist!"
Simeon will be a perfect gentleman, helping you up and down stairs and carrying your books and shopping for you. He's very concerned about you somehow re-injuring yourself, and even when you're alright to walk without crutches anymore, he still *really wishes* you'd use them for an extra week or two, just to be on the safe side.
Luke
"You did what to your ankle?! Ankles can do that?!
Congratulations, you've introduced Luke to the concept of broken bones, and he will find the human skeleton creepy and gross for the rest of his life.
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@thefandomthings I know this isn't exactly what your ask was, but it's similar, so I hope you like this!
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fullonfandomindulgence · 7 months ago
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please clic for larger images, tumblr compression made these look all blurry. id below the cut
here i am still making mp100 comics in april of 2024. its just such comfort food. im highly normal about mob and tomes friendship
ID: three pages of black and white comics about Mob and Tome from the anime Mob Psycho 100.
panel 1: a leg and an arm extend from out of panel so that the hand on the arm can tie the shoe on the leg. lying on the ground is the other shoe, a cell phone, a keyring, and a polka dot carrying case. on the carrying case rests a sphere with a strange pattern on it. in the top right it says "January."
panel 2: a figure (its tome) pulls on a jacket. visible in front of her are a cabinet and a wall-mounted rack, all messy.
panel 3: with a door in the background, a closeup of tomes hand on her flipphone. the screen says "dialing."
panel 4: tome shrugs on her jacket and, holding her phone against her ear with her shoulder, smiles and says, "Oy, Mob! It's Saturday! Let's go telepath-hunting!"
panel 5: ritsu and mob sit on a blanket on the floor in front of a bookshelf. a little "pause" label extends from off-panel. both of them are holding controllers. ritsu leans against his hand, looking bored, as mob holds his cellphone to say "Hi Tome. Didn't we already find a telepath?" tome responds, "Oh, right."
panel 6: tome and mob dont really know what to say next. they both look cartoony and stupid. "..."
panel 7: tome, looking pained, curls a hand in the air in front of her and says, "Do you want to... walk around the city? Pointlessly?" mob says, "Sure, I guess that's what we normally do."
panel 8: tome looks mad. "No! We walk pointedly! In the direction of telepaths!" she points, pointedly. mobs eyebrows go a little down as he scratches at his face. "It's pretty funny that you were looking for so long when Takenaka was right next to you. For months. And then he left because you were too weird."
panel 9: tome, opening her front door, says, "Y'know what, Mob, maybe I'll invite him instead." Mob says "That's a good idea. Let's see if he can come with us."
panel 10: now exiting onto the walkway in front of her apartment, tome says, looking excited, "Actually I have been investigating something new. We should look for a haunted house!" mob thinks to himself, "Sounds like work..."
panel 11: mob looks skeptical and asks, "In the city?" tome responds, "Yep." behind mob, ritsu unpauses the game (ssb brawl) and starts thrashing mob (ritsu mains lucas, mob mains kirby)
panel 12: tome walks down the stairs of her apartment building to a concrete sidewalk with a row of trashcans nearby. she says, "My first guess is that new shaved ice place on 5th street." mob responds, "Oh." tome says "It's an old building! I think it's haunted!"
panel 13: mob, contented, says, "Okay. I'll meet you at the train station." pleased, tome responds, "Excellent!" ritsu looks back at mob with a mean smile on. the tv screen says "GAME!"
panel 14: mob yells, "Ritsu! What the heck!" tome, at a stoplight, replies, "Sure, he can come too." she presses the walk signal button. "BIP."
End ID.
making this comic i learned that you cant just put masking tape over your mistakes and re-ink on top of it bc the masking tape looks too dark when its scanned in. i guess ill just have to warm up more and be more deliberate when i ink like some kinda loser. or i could become truly insane and start gluing on little pieces of bristol
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mediumgayitalian · 8 months ago
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Will knows who it is at the first light brush on his shoulders.
He tips his head back back, bumping his boyfriend’s hip, leaning into the hand on his trapezius, his scapula, the base of his neck.
“Hi,” he says, grinning.
“Hi,” Nico says, leaning down to press his smile onto Will’s forehead. His hair tickles his cheeks, and he smells like woodsmoke and citrus, and Will slides his hand across his jaw and tugs him closer.
“Errand done?”
“Yep.”
“Lord Hades pleased?”
“As much as he ever is.” Nico shifts, kissing the corner of his mouth, the curve of his chin, the shape of his jaw. “My ears are ringing from five days of quiet. Even the echoing sound of lost souls cannot compete with your constant blabbing; I hardly knew what to do with myself.”
“Oh, shut up. You love my chatterin’.” He smacks the side of Nico’s head, but it’s hard to play mad when he’s smiling, shameless, wide enough that his teeth nick Will’s cheekbones, that his snickers are muffled into his skin.
“If I wanted to be stuck with someone who yaps nonstop I would’ve stayed down with Cerebus. In fact he might shed less, and he doesn’t drool when he sleeps.”
“…I do not shed.”
Nico plants both hands next to Will’s head, heaving himself up, and scans his camp shirt. Within three seconds, he locates a strand of hair, pinches it off, and flicks it at Will’s face.
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, for the love of — get over here,” Will demands. Laughing, Nico goes where Will tugs him, curling up next to him on the bench. “You’re such a shit. Normal people are much kinder to the significant annoyances they leave behind for five days, you know.”
“Are they.”
Nico lifts his arm in offering and Will accepts with relish, tucking himself under it and making certain to drag his curls down Nico’s face in the process.
“Yep. In fact I was expecting hand-written letters by day two, honestly, telling me how much you missed me and how the distance was physically painful, et cetera, et cetera. Maybe a sonnet or two. Italian, preferably, Elizabethan are not my favourite.”
“You’re very picky.”
Will sniffs haughtily. “Well, I’m a catch. You have lots of competition, you know. I was fighting them off while you were away but now that you come back and insult me upon reunion, I shall reevaluate my options.”
He feels more than hears the quiet laughter Nico presses in his hair, thumb brushing his collar, dipping onto bare skin.
“Is that so.”
“Indeed. My suitors have even offered a dowry quite handsome. I’m worth twenty-seven goats, didn’t you know.”
“Oh, well then. I might as well return what I brought for you, since I’m not sure I can outshine two dozen goats.”
The cool thing about being a son of Apollo is that Will has range. His dad is the god of arts, generally, up to and especially the dramatic ones. Will knows how to school his face into the perfect mask, how to smile on command and cry as desired, how to deliver a line and bow with a flourish. Playing a part comes as naturally as breathing, as naturally as healing.
“A present?” he asks, checking his nails as if the mere thought bores him. “That’s interesting, I guess.”
Nico doesn’t even bother to indulge him.
“Here, you massive dweeb,” he snorts. He hands over a small paper box, hand-folded and thin. “I can practically feel you vibrating.”
There is only one thing in this world, quite possibly, that Will likes more than proving Nico wrong, and that is letting his boyfriend spoil him. In all honesty it’s a real challenge sometimes, because Nico is really very good at being everything Will has ever wanted even if he has wrong opinions on most movies. Truly Will’s life is a joke at which the gods must howl with laughter.
Eagerly taking the box, he holds it up to his face, carefully inspecting every corner. The paper is regular printer paper, slightly waterlogged (from the Big House printer, then, ‘cause Will was carrying a giant bag of saline in from storage when he was eleven years old and tripped on the shipment of office supplies that someone had left, for some reason, in the middle of the fucking hallway, and the bag had exploded on impact all over four boxes of printer paper holding one thousand pages each) and carefully bent into shape. He recognises Nico’s handiwork from the dozens of origami paper sculptures he’s been gifted over the past few months.
“Open it.”
“What is it?”
Nico rolls his eyes. “What did I just say.”
“No, I mean — it’s not my birthday or anything.”
“So?”
“So you’ve wrapped me up a present! I want to know why before I open it.”
“Just because,” Nico mumbles, pressing a kiss to his temples. “Not everything needs a reason, nosey.”
“If nothing had reason then we would still be premordial soup,” Will mutters, but pops open the lid anyway.
He gasps.
“Oh my gods, Nico, you —”
Nico’s smiling smugly, but Will barely notices. Inside the box is a black chain darker than shadow, so dark it doesn’t even glint in the heavy sun, and dozens of little charms, from polished obsidian to a ball of slowly flickering flame.
“You like?”
“It’s gorgeous!”
He makes a triumphant nose, pumping his fist, and says, “Fuck those suitors, I fucking win,” and the funniest part is that he’s damn serious. There’s a glint in his eye identical to when he wins a sword fight, to when Connor loses a bet to him, to when twenty-odd bets are stacked against him and he’s got a full house. Something dangerous and wild and superior and Will is not an enabler, okay, he is not, but he is only so strong and there is only so much he can do when pretty boys wrap their arms around him and smirk at him and bring him bracelets they made in the Underworld. He’d like to meet someone who wouldn’t fold, actually.
“There were no suitors, you loser,” he says, but he’s flushed, pleased smile stretched wide across his face, and Nico’s grinning that too-wide grin and tilting Will’s face closer with the edge of his thumb, like he barely had to try. And there’s always a little bit of shadow leeching off him when he comes back from a quest, an aura surrounding him like he’s squaring off to the sun, and of course the wild churning in Will’s stomach has nothing to do with that but what’s he to do, really? What is a warm-blooded person with eyes that can see to do when faced with such a look?
“Of course there aren’t. They know I would reap their actual souls.”
“Possessive, much.”
“You’re literally going red.”
“Shut up.”
And he does, but only because Will makes him.
Although judging by the hand he shoves in his hair, he doesn’t seem to mind.
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ludwigplayingthetrombone · 2 years ago
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Finally finished the first part of gai’s 8 gates coma and how kakashi dealt with it rewrite people have been requesting. [tw blood, injury, coma, death discussions, grief]
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Kurenai: Kakashi Kks: Ah. Kurenai and...baby, what’s up? Kurenai: You mind if I come in a moment? Kks: Uhhhhh I-
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Kks: So what did you need to speak about? Did something happen? K: No, Nothing’s happened. You haven’t gotten to properly see and bond with her yet. Here Kks: You know I’m not fond of kids. K: That’s why I didn’t ask. Hold your arms out. Ok, now, don’t look absolutely petrified.
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Kks: She’s ok, I guess [YELP] Oi! Don’t pinch me while I’m holding your baby! K: You wouldn’t drop her. Asuma would haunt you forever! Kks: Terrifying thought, Mirai.... How are you feeling? K: Exhausted. Do you really want to hear how horrifying having a baby is? Kks: No, please don’t tell me.
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K: I came over to check on you as well. Any news? Kks: No. He’s still the same. K: Is that why it looks like this in here? Kks: ...Yeah. Doctor said he may never wake up. Since we’re eachother’s medical contacts, Tsunade told me I had to prepare to make hard decisions should it come to that.
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Kks: With the council breathing down my neck over a job I don’t want, I had... A bit of an outburst. K: I don’t even blame you. That’s... That they expect you to carry on like normal. Still grieving. The person you love most is gone. But you’re still here. Don’t let them just dust you off and move on again. I’ll always have your back. Kks: You and Asuma always did. Even when I wasn’t grateful for it.
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Kks: I can’t tell if they just don’t care or didn’t realize, Gai’s the one who held me together all these years. Only reason I’m still here at all is because of him. I don’t think tenzou, the elders, or the village are prepared for what’ll become of me if I lose him. So, I don’t care anymore. Let them be mad. I won’t give up on him. K: You should talk to him. Kks: huh K: Talk about anything! I’m sure the sound of your voice will help him find his way back. Especially if you sound sad, Kks: uuh
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K: I can hear it now, “My eternal rival is sad? Not on my watch!“ Kks: Pretty accurate impression. K: There’s been lots of source material! Kks: Maaa, Your mom’s a huge dork K: Oi! [kakashi chuckles]
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K: He’ll be so upset he missed her birth Kks: Oh, devastated. I can’t wait to see the look on Gai’s face, Mirai, when I tell him /I/ held you first! When he wakes up
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Kks: Hey, Gai. Kurenai said i should talk to you.
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Kks: Feels weird. Most of the people I’m used to talking to like this are all... Dead.
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It’s so eerie how silent you’ve been for so long. you’re not even this quiet when you sleep. Your kids come everyday to see you. Naruto and sakura when they can. Lots of others. I’ve been telling them embarrassing  stories from when we were kids since you keep making them wait. Do you remember when I came over while you and Dai were making supper
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Dai: Kakashi! Good to see you, my boy! Kks: Id Gai home? Dai: He’s helping with supper! Go on, inside, you’re always welcome! Kks: Ok Dai: Atta boy Kks: Hey, G- !? ummm? Gai: OH!! Rival!! Kks:  Is that a lid?! Gai: Correct!! It stops me from crying while cutting onions! A win for me!!
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Kks: Against.... the onions? Gai: Yep! KKs:[snicker] Gai: Laugh all you want! Not everyone can comprehend innovation. Kks: Whatever. You forgot this at the training grounds. I know it’s yours there’s a turtle on it. Gai: See! You’re already tearing up! Kks: Am not Gai: Also, thankyou so much! Kks: Bye, I’m leaving. Gai: Could it be? You’re scared I can cut much faster than you! Kks: I am not scared. Gai: Good, I think we have another lid! Kks: YOU-!
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Dai: Great to see growing boys with such a hunger! I’ll never have to prep onions again! Kks: I think about that everytime I chop onions now. You’ve altered my brain with all the ridiculous things you’ve done. Can’t even look at the toys you’ve gotten the dogs without getting emotional
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Kks: Just knowing you’re here still, I can barely function. It’s pretty pathetic... Your hair’s getting long. Turning into your dad.
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[gai’s heartbeat] Kks: Gai
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[gais heartbeat continues]
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[gai’s heartbeat continues] Kks: If anything should happen to me, you’ll rush over, right? Gai: Damn right, I will. Dont you worry about that.
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[Gai’s heartbeat]
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Kks: I miss you
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triptuckers · 11 months ago
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wild flowers - percy jackson
Request: yes! "Can I request a platonic Percy Jackson x Child of Demeter!Reader based off the new Disney series? Where Child of Demeter!Reader is significantly older than Percy (17/18 maybe?) and is the one to welcome him to camp instead of Luke. Reader is more gentle and understanding to Percy's questions and is in general sort of a parent figure in the camp?" Pairing:  percy jackson x demeter!reader (platonic) Summary:  you welcome the newest kid at camp half-blood Warnings:  none (omg??) Word count:  1.1K A/N: was excited when I saw the new episode will be out on Tuesday but then I looked at the time zone and it's 3 am for me so I'll still watch it on wednesday :') thanks for your request, enjoy!
you try not to look away as percy, the newest addition to camp half-blood, nearly shoots another camper. he falls to the ground due to the force of the bow.
'alright.' you say, walking over to see if percy's okay. 'so not archery.'
'I didn't mean to!' says percy, looking at the kids who had flattened themselves to the ground to avoid being shot.
'of course you didn't, they know that. can I have the bow?' you say.
percy quickly shoves the bow in your hands as well as the quiver of arrows. you hand them back to the apollo kid who was teaching him with a thanks and an apologetic smile.
'see, I suck at this.' says percy. 'I'm not good at anything.'
'hey, that's not true.' you say. 'everyone is good at something. c'mon, I'll take you to my favorite spot at camp.'
that gets his attention. 'your favorite spot?'
'yep. right this way.'
you lead him away from the archery field. you can tell he's curious. you take him to the strawberry field, where some of the satyrs and your siblings are tending to the plants.
you walk past the strawberries to a field of grass where wild flowers grow.
'it's pointless.' says percy as the two of you sit down.
you frown. 'what is?'
he gestures around. 'all of this. I'm not one of you. it's clear there's something wrong with me. none of this matters because my dad won't reveal himself, he doesn't care. my mom is gone. I suck at archery. and I can't work in the forge. I can't do anything.'
you look at him. most kids are tough on themselves when they arrive. percy isn't any different.
'at least you didn't suck as much at archery than I did.' you say. 'contrary to you, I actually did hit someone when trying out archery '
percy's eyes widen. 'you did?'
you nod. 'apollo kids had to patch them up. luckily it wasn't that bad. but still I haven't touched a bow since. and I'm also not good at sword fighting. I only carry one because it's the weapon I suck the least with.'
'what if you suck at everything?' asks percy softly.
you smile at him. 'this is all normal. we all felt like this when we came here, regardless if we could already fight or not. and look at me, I still can't fight that well. I'm a joke compared to luke and clarisse if it comes to fighting. gods, even annabeth is better than me and she's your age.'
you point ahead to the strawberry fields. 'my cabin doesn't bring forth the best fighters. and that's okay. we're good at other things.' you say.
percy looks at your siblings, sure enough, not a lot of them carry weapons. maybe you do because you're head counsellor of your cabin.
'when did you find out who your mom was?' asks percy.
you sense he's not just curious about your godly heritage. he wants to know how long it would take before his father claims him. and he already knows there are unclaimed kids.
'for me it was pretty clear. I've always loved plants. I've got an impressive garden back at home.' you say. 'demeter claimed me my second day at camp.'
'so pretty fast...'
'for some kids it's fast. for some it's slow. some kids are very certain about who their godly parent is and sometimes they're right and sometimes they're not. you can't predict it with 100% accuracy.'
'did someone guess it correctly?'
'most of the times it's the athena kids who are right about their hunches. but they're athena kids of course, very smart. also a lot of ares kids are right. and for others it's a 50/50 chance. for instance, milo. everyone was convinced he was a hephaestus kid because he really liked to blow stuff up. turns out he's an athena kid. he's just really smart about blowing stuff up.'
'I bet I'm a kid of the god or failure or something. I'm just a regular kid, I'm not special. I don't have any impressive powers. not like you.'
'you think my powers are impressive?' you chuckle. 'I'm good with plants percy. over the years I've learned how to master those. but at first all I did was accidentally make flower patches.'
percy looks at you, frowning. 'you what?'
you laugh, then point to your shoes. they look like you've worn them every day for the past five years. which you have, somehow they won't wear down.
'these were a gift from my mom. if I don't wear them, flowers grow where I walk.'
'really?'
you nod and take them off. you get up and walk a circle around percy. and indeed, flowers grow where you put your feet down on the grass. you pick one and give it to percy, then put your shoes back on.
'it's the only thing I still can't master. maybe it's not something to be mastered. I'd ask my mom but the only time I saw her was when I was out fighting for my life. wasn't really the time to ask about flowers. she didn't even give me my shoes in person, just sent them here.'
you and percy are silent as you look out over the valley. you remember your first days at camp, how scared you were. you didn't know anyone, you were told your mom was a goddess, and you could never have a moment alone because there would always be someone who could find you based on the flowers you left behind.
'everyone here has been through what you're going through now.' you say. 'maybe they didn't experience it in the same way. I mean, you did kill the minotaur. but all of them have been confused, wondered about wether they belong, if there's something wrong with them. we all found our way in the end.'
'did you feel like you didn't belong?'
'sure. but then chiron explained to me it's all because of the gods. we've got dyslexia because our brain is wired in greek. the adhd is from our need to fight. it's all in our dna. just give it time, you'll belong. any other questions?'
'what do you do when you're not at camp?'
you smile. 'try not to run into any monsters and wait for the time to go to camp again. you'll find your family here, percy, trust me. now let's see if the aphrodite can teach you anything.'
you get up and offer your hand to percy. after pulling him to his feet, you start to walk toward the aphrodite cabin.
'you know, regardless of what cabin you belong to, you can always come to me if you have any questions.' you say.
percy smiles at you. 'thanks.'
A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max
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leossmoonn · 1 year ago
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Welcome back, Sara!!! For a fluffy Mike idea, maybe just a cozy rainy day spent at home with Mike and Abby? Like watching movies with cups of hot cocoa under a mountain of blankets, and all that jazz
Hi Logan ☺️☺️☺️ thanks for sending this in. I’m always afraid of writing fluff fics bc like everyone wants the smut, but it’s reassuring to have this put in lol
it’s a sunday and mike just so happens to have the day off. he’s been working long and hard hours and you convinced him to take the day off. you and abby are so excited; you two planned the whole day from the moment you woke up to the time it was time for abby to sleep. unfortunately, it’s rainy and a sudden wind chill swept through. none of you need to get sick and mike didn’t want to make making abby carry an umbrella, so you make the quick decision to stay in. abby’s a little disappointed, but you try to make up for it.
the first thing you and mike do in the morning is make a fort with abby. and not just a little four corners fort. no, she makes you cover the entire living room with blankets. even the tv was included! you and mike are dragged into some play-pretend games. for a lot of them mike’s forced to play some sort of villan.
“why can’t i play the hero, abby?” mike frowns. “because that’s her job!” abby points to you.
mike gives you a look and you shrug. “abby’s the director here. cant fight with the boss.”
mike rolls his eyes, wanting to get out of the humid blankets and sleep, but he knows how happy this makes abby. and even though abby is making him play the bad guy, he knows she means it out of love and he also loves getting to spend as much time with abby as he can. watching you act is pretty cute as well.
once abby gets bored of playing in her fort — which is like 3 hours later — she decides she wants to watch a movie.
“let’s clean up first, yeah?” mike suggests. “no! let’s keep the fort up to watch the movie!” abby says.
“abby, no. we had our fun with the fort. it’s time to turn the house back to normal,” mike says. “please say we can keep the fort up!” abby pouts as she looks up at you.
mike gives you a warning look, but you can’t say no to abby. “let’s just keep the fort up for the movie, yeah?”
abby squeals and wiggles back into the fort. mike glares at you. “she’s never going to want to take it down.”
“she will when it’s time for bed, which is hours away.” you step closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder. “how about i pop some popcorn — the real stuff on the stove — and i make us some hot coca, okay?”
well, who was mike to turn down stove-popped popcorn and hot cocoa. he felt like a little kid again. it doesn’t help that you and abby’s pouty faces were ganging up on him. he sighs in defeat and nods, crossing his arms around his chest.
“fine, but after the movie, we will clean all this up, okay?”
“of course,” you nod. you turn to abby who is lit up with excitement. “can i pick the movie?”
“yep! do you want any popcorn?” you ask her. “yes. can you put m&ms in mine?” she asks. “you got it, babe,” you answer.
you three settle in the fort, abby laying on her stomach right in front of the tv. she chose “Lady and The Tramp”, which was one of her more enjoyable movie choices.
“mike, you’re kind of like the tramp,” abby comments, popping a handful of popcorn and m&ms into her mouth.
you begin to laugh but cover it up with a cough when mike shoots you a glare. “abby, that’s not very nice.”
“he knows it’s true,” she says, kicking her feet up and dangling them in the air. “And you’re like Lady.”
you glance at mike, a small smile on your face. you lean into him, your nose brushing against the scruff on his cheek. “i think what she’s trying to say is that we are perfect for each other.”
the tips of his ears turn pink. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in so your head rests on his shoulder. “she could’ve said it differently, though.”
you giggle, “nah, i think it’s accurate.” he rolls his eyes, but there’s no denying the smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.
mike ends up falling asleep towards the end of the movie. his head rests on your chest, both arms around your waist to hold you close. your hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp while the credits roll.
“why is he so tired all the time?” abby pouts. “he works a lot,” you say. “but i’m sure he’ll wake up soon. why don’t you help me clean the fort up?”
“do i have to?” abby frowns. “i think mike would appreciate that,” you say.
“ugh, fine. but only if we can have pancakes for dinner.”
you grin and nod, “you got it.”
mike wakes up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. he twists and turns on the floor, the sizzle of bacon him bringing him into consciousness. he begins to open his eyes, his back beginning to ache from sleeping on the floor. he hears some giggling coming from the kitchen, sitting himself up on his elbow and peering over the couch. you’re at the stove, a spatula in your hand. abby’s sitting at the table, crayons littering the wood.
“look who’s up!” you exclaim. mike groans softly as he sits up, using the couch as a crutch to stand up. “i’m sorry i fell asleep. between the rain and the pillows —”
“shush,” you cut him off. he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his fingers tracing sliver of skin on the small of your back that’s exposed. “i ruined our day.”
“no, you didn’t. right, abs?” you turn to her. “you did snore a lot, but you didn’t,” she says. you smile at mike, “see? all is well.”
“smells good.” he mumbles as he wraps both arms around your waist, placing his chin onto your shoulder.
“me or the food?” you glance at him with a teasing smile. he takes a not-so-nonchalant inhale of your skin. “both,” he answers.
“ew!” abby grimaces behind you two. you and mike both laugh and he presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. he brings some plates and silverware out, sitting across from abby and waiting for the food.
mike stares as you two discuss abby’s drawing. he can’t wipe the smiles off of his face. his life was never perfect and he knew it was never going to be, but if he could just keep this — keep you two — he would then be able to call it perfect.
“mike,” abby says with a little pout. “what’s up?” he asks.
“do you have to go back to work tomorrow?” she asks. “i do, but you also have to go back to school,” he states.
“i don’t want to,” she says. mike sighs, the calmness from his body fleeting. “you don’t have a choice, abby. i’m sorry.”
“i… i just mean… i want this day to last forever.”
his eyes widen and glance up at you. you’re rubbing her back soothingly, giving him an encouraging smile.
“maybe we can do something special for dinner again tomorrow,” you suggest. “we can watch a movie and even eat dinner on the couch.”
abby’s face lights up and she nods. “okay! can i pick the movie again?”
“only if you don’t compare me to a dog again,” mike says. abby giggles and puts a forkful of pancakes in her mouth before speaking again. “we’ll see,” she quips.
mike looks back at you, placing his hand inside of yours on the table. your feet slides up his calf, your eyes soft as you look over his face. his heart warms and for the first time in a while, he feels at peace.
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hypewinter · 1 year ago
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Danny checked his package one last time. Just like the other 50 dozen times he had checked, it was undisturbed. The wrapping paper was neatly folded around his gift and the bow was still placed perfectly in the center of the package. The bag he was currently carrying it in was likewise in decent condition. No threat of a tear in sight.
Thank goodness. He wanted the surprise to be perfect. After all, Jason had been doing much better recently. It had been two months already since he had found the poor boy trying to claw his way out of his own grave. Two painful months of panic attacks, crying, screaming and hitting but it was all worth it.
Of course Jason still had his bad days. The worse were when he would just stare blankly off into the distance. As if he soul was still deciding whether it wanted to go back to his body or stay in the Ghost Zone. Those days terrified Danny because each time, he was always scared that would be the day Jason's soul decided to stay where it was. Yet he was still here and that constituted a celebration. Danny checked his package once again. Yep still there. Danny didn't really get all that Jane Eyre stuff but Jason seemed to like it. The days he chattered on and on about it were some of his best days. The ones where he was fully present and not reliving the worst experience of his life. Danny really hoped the Brontë Sisters Box Set he'd gotten would inspire more of those good days.
As he rounded the corner, now only a couple of blocks away from his apartment, he heard crying. Or was it laughing? Either way it sounded like a child and a kid being out here this late at night couldn't be a good sign. Danny rerouted towards the alleyway he heard the sound coming from.
There he saw a boy huddled in the corner. He was wearing some type of purple and green suit. As Danny approached, the boy looked up to reveal a face smeared with white face paint and fat tears. Danny put his hands up as the kid shrank further into the corner.
"It's okay," he said. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Where are your parents at buddy?"
In response, the kid broke out into another giggle fit. But Danny could see from the terrified look in his eyes and the tears that continued to flow freely that the boy didn't mean to laugh. He crouched down and placed the bag on the ground, inching forward slightly.
"It's okay, It's okay," he said quickly, attempting to calm the boy down. "How about we start by getting that makeup off of you huh?"
Danny inched forward slowly but surely, stopping periodically when the boy got too panicked. Eventually, he was right in front of the kid and carefully used his sleeve to wipe his face as clean as possible.
"There. Is that better?"
The boy's giggling turned into snickering which might actually mean he was going from crying to sniffling. At least that's what he hoped was happening. Danny breathed and decided to take a risk by pulling the boy into an embrace. When he met no resistance, he softly rubbed circles in the kid's back and soothed him. He sat like that for a while, just soothing the boy as he got quieter and quieter until Danny looked down and discovered that the boy was fast asleep.
As much as Danny really didn't want to disturb the kid, they couldn't stay in this alley all night and he had to get home to check on Jason. So he slowly scooped the boy up and stood. Luckily the boy remained undisturbed. Danny let go of the breath he didn't even know he was holding and exited the alleyway, picking up the bag as he did so.
By the time he made it to his apartment building, Danny was actively thanking all of his lucky stars. He had made it back with the kid still sleeping soundly. There had been no more disturbances of the night. He hadn't even run into a single robber! Normally he would have encountered at least 3 by now. But now here he was, faced with his final hurdle. How to get inside and to his apartment?
His keys were in his back pocket. Maybe if he put the bag down and reached into his pocket? No, that would require bending and jostling. Besides, even if that didn't wake the kid, Danny would then have to take the steps since the elevator was broken and he lived on the 5th floor. He couldn't risk it. So then how? Aha, the window.
He often kept the window to his apartment open because it helped ease Jason's clausophobia. Of course Danny was well aware of how dangerous that was considering his apartment was in the middle of a place dubbed "Crime Alley" but thanks to the new and improved Fenton Security System which now recognized his signature and was programmed to target and subdue humans, that wasn't a problem. Danny checked his surroundings before letting gravity fall away from him and floating to his window.
Once his feet touched down on the fire escape he studied his point of entry. He had to do this as quickly and as swiftly as possible. One.... two.... THREE.... and what was he doing!? You have intangibility, idiot! Danny scolded himself. He would have slapped himself if it wasn't for the aforementioned kid he was carrying. In his defense though, Danny had put the lid on most of his ghostly abilities since he had brought Jason home.
He blew out some air as he peered into the living room. He didn't see Jason so hopefully the kid wasn't just sitting somewhere he couldn't see. Danny took a step and seamlessly entered his apartment. No surprised screaming from the kitchenette? Good. Good good good.
Danny made his way deeper inside the living room, placing his package on the TV stand. He then gently laid the boy down on the love seat, taking a step back and holding his breath. When the boy didn't stir, he let the breath go and went over to grab the blanket draped over the couch. Coming back, Danny draped it over the kid before moving on down the hall to Jason's room. He eased the door open and peered inside, catching sight of a form bundled under the covers, a tuft of hair peeking out. Danny waited a beat to make sure he saw the form properly rising and falling before he closed the door and crept back to the living room. Then he curled up in the beat up old couch to be nearby in case the kid woke up in the middle of the night.
Danny sighed as he readjusted around a spring poking out. How had he gone from moving away from all of the craziness of Amity Park to taking in two boys? He really hoped he wasn't getting in over his head.
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voxsmistress · 6 months ago
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Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part 14
Right my gorgeous little demons here is part 14 and at the end you finally get a little bit of action that you've all been asking for - and trust me there is moreeee to come!!! Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen
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Life carried on as normal. Or well, as normal as you now living with the Vee’s could get. Moving most of your possessions into the tower wasn’t the issue – you keeping your old apartment just in case anything goes wrong had been a small issue with the Vee’s. After a few little arguments, some flirting and a lot of promises you were allowed to keep it. Just in case you needed somewhere to blow off steam of course. Another little argument happened as you had been continuing singing at the old clubs and creating new contracts – the Vee’s had been included in all of this but still liked to make a scene every now and then. After the first few explosions off Valentino and small grumbles from Velvette and Vox you just brush them off. They were possessive assholes. But they were your possessive assholes.
Though currently everything was calm. Velvette and yourself had taken over the living room with pieces of paper, clothing samples, song lyrics and glasses/bottles of drink as you both discussed her upcoming Catwalk that you were going to be starring in. Not that you were worried. Not in the slightest. Vox was no where to be found, you guessed he was still in his office working despite the late hour. Valentino, however, had settled on the sofa behind you both scrolling on his phone and giving his opinion on certain clothing choices and dresses.
After a few hours you leaned your head back on the sofa, moaning softly when Val started massaging your scalp through your hair while making sure all the tangles were gently removed. For someone who had such an aggressive reputation you found he was always gentle with you. Or rather, he was only aggressive when you asked. Not once had he asked you to star in his ‘work’ since you had agreed to be theirs though. When you mentioned it to Angel he had laughed and patted you on the head before explaining how possessive Valentino is and that he wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you like he would in private. Another plus was that Val was leaving Angel alone now, thankful that Val had taken what you said to heart and that Angel had a little bit more breathing room and freedom now.
Through your mussing, you somehow must have fallen asleep. Stretching you realise that you were no longer on the floor but are now on the sofa with one of the plush blankets wrapped around you like a burrito. You struggle a little trying to wiggle your way out of it, throwing a glance at Vox’s door to see that it was still in the same position as earlier with no lights or movement from inside, so you just knew he was still working away. A quick look at your phone informed you that it was now 3am. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep aware he was still up you traipse into the kitchen and start the coffee machine up, making his usual black coffee. That Demon just lived off caffeine and sugar, if you opened him up you are sure you would only find wires, electricity and coffee.
Making sure his favourite mug, ‘Fuck Alastor’, was full to the brim you make your way up to his office via the elevator. It was way too late to be using the stairs. When you finally make it to his office you can see blue lights flickering underneath it with the sounds of grumbling and tapping reaching your ears. Yep, still hard at work.
You give a harsh knock to the door before you open it, peeking round you see Vox typing away on his masses of screens. Bow tie now abandoned on the desk and a tired look on his face you frown. Hmm that wouldn’t do. Stepping into the room, shutting the door with your hip you catch Vox’s attention. That devilish (albeit tired) smirk spreads across his face.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing up and about at this time?” His eyes flicker to one of his screens and flinches when he sees the time. As you walk towards him his eyes now focus on the mug as you place it in front of him and slide yourself onto the corner of his desk. The pyjama shorts riding up your legs showing more of your thighs than he probably had seen before.
“Just sustaining your caffeine addiction is all, plus I haven’t seen you today – wanna make sure you are still alive and kicking” you tease him with a smile as he sips on the coffee. Humming in happiness at the caffeine kick he leans back in his chair, observing you from over the rim of the mug. His stare always had you squirming if he held it long enough. Biting your bottom lip as his gaze travelled down the pink pyjamas and robe you had on, you clear your throat: “so what are you up to so late? Anything fun?”
“Nothing as fun as what I am staring at right now”, rolling your eyes you try to hide how your cheeks start to flush as he chuckles at your reaction. He leans forwards to put his mug back on the table when you spy that his charging cable wasn’t properly plugged in. Can’t have that now can we.
“Hang on V, looks like you’re not fully plugged in”, sliding back off the table so you were now standing between his open legs, you lean over him to get to the wire. His cold fingers rest on your waist, gasping slightly as you finger the wire to make sure it’s the right one. Amused, glancing down at him as he squeezes your waist, “hold on if you need to big boy”. You can’t help but tease before getting back to the task at hand. He must have pulled himself together you gathered from the cheeky chuckle and tightened hold he had on you. However, you were not expecting the sudden pull from him which meant you ended up squeaking as you landed straddling his lap with your knees resting either side: “if you insist my little songbird”.
From the fall, one of your hands was now resting on his shoulder as the other held onto the back of his screen. Pushing back the blush from your cheeks of being in this position you instead attempt to raise yourself up so you could see what you were doing behind his screen. Or you tried until two very strong hands pushed you back down where you were now firmly seated on his lap.
“You’re gonna have to let me up a bit so I can make sure the plug is in properly Vox”, trying to explain what you were doing and getting a handle on the situation, you throw him a glare as you glance down at him. His devilish grin just grew. One of his hands left your waist and positioned itself in front of your face. A snap of his fingers and the wire that you finally had hold of snapped into place by itself. “Are you telling me you could have done that all along?”
Shrugging, he places the hand back on your waist and settles comfortably in the chair. A darkened expression spread across his face as he gazed up at you: “there’s a lot I can do that you don’t know about yet Y/n and I cannot wait to show you”. Gulping, you slip both your hands to now rest on his shoulders. This was a situation you had gotten yourself into now wasn’t it. His eyes made a path down from your own, down your throat and to where your pyjama top gapped quite a lot at the front showing off the pink lacey bra you wore underneath it. Under your hands you felt him groan under his breath, those fingers on your hips tightened again.
“You should be a siren instead of a songbird, you know that sweetheart?” He mumbled up to you as you rest your weight now more on his lap – your legs had grown tired of holding yourself up off him. Another restrained groan came from his chest. A smirk grew on your face. Who wouldn’t feel a little bit powerful by having an Overlord moaning under them?
“Really? I think I’m far too innocent and sweet to be a Siren, don’t you Vox?” You lean down so your face was just above his, his breath on your chin you try to suppress a shiver when that dangerous smile spreads across his face as he looks back up at you.   
“Innocent and sweet aren’t the two words I would choose for you right now, Y/n” he challenges. His hands started moving softly up and down your waist, goosebumps raise where his fingers touch bare skin making little shocks of electricity run up your spine. A sudden little shove from those hands had your chest pressing against his and his face only a few inches away from your own. Heart thumping in your chest. Well Y/n … it’s now or never girl! Flushing under his smug gaze you reply by cheekily roll your eyes and wrap your hands in his jacket labels managing to pull his face even closer to your own. Eyes closing as his screen was blinding, you feel rather than see him place one cold hand on your jawline pushing it up. A puff of his breath on your lips was all the warning you had before-
“BOSS, there’s a crisis on the store floor there’s su-“the crash of Vox’s door makes you both jump in shock as your eyes snap open. Together you glance over to see one of his receptionists sheepishly hiding behind their tablet possibly realising they had royally messed up.
“OUT!” Another jump but this time from the loudness of Vox voice warbling in static, you could only sigh as the receptionist scampered out the room leaving you both now in silence. What a cockblock. A peek at a pouting Vox had the sides of your lips start twisting into a smile.
“Are you seriously pouting right now?” You ask, highly amused at the pissy Overlord. Huffing he rolls his own eyes and takes his hands off your waist. Well. That would never do. Rapidly you grab the labels of his jacket again and yank him forwards and slam your mouth against his. Smirking into the kiss, proud that you had finally one upped him in his little flirting game you release his jacket to swiftly place your arms around his shoulders instead.
After a moment or two of Vox remaining stoic, finally he responded wholeheartedly. His own hands wrap around your back and hold you firmly to his chest, a soft groan coming from his throat when your nails scratch into his shoulders.
Now you thought it would be weird kissing him – the whole TV screen as a head did slightly put you off from trying to kiss him but it wasn’t like you thought it would be. His face wasn’t flat and hard like a screen but instead was soft and you’d say almost 3D like. His tongue slipped into your own mouth as his fingers dug into your sides. Yep. Definitely not flat like a screen. Rubbing yourself up against him and bathing in the groan he released, you couldn’t help but wonder.
You wondered what else wasn’t flat like a screen on the rest of him and how you couldn’t wait to find out.
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weirdsht · 3 months ago
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Helloooo! What if cale has a child that's already few years old, addition to On, Hong and Raon. However, others didn't know that. How will they react to that information?
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tags: female reader, platonic, reader is 3-years-old, reader is smart, but still has the pronunciation of a baby, reader calls cale "appa", nothing just fluff
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If there’s one thing Birth of a Hero is good at, it’s giving out unnecessary family information that seems to have no relevance to the plot. One example would be Harol Kodiang actually being born out of love despite him not knowing it. Another would be Witira having a half-whale brother that died before the protagonist could meet the whale tribe.
Kim Rok Soo may not know why such irrelevant pieces of information littered the novel. However, he is grateful for it when he wakes up in Cale Henituse’s body. If it weren’t for it he wouldn’t know about the lout’s hidden daughter.
[Name] Henituse, Cale’s 3-year-old daughter, is something the novel describes as a genius. Her intellect is advanced for her age, she can already speak almost full sentences and can understand concepts normal children her age would not be able to.
It is said that she got her intellect from her father. Usually, Kim Rok Soo would doubt it since Cale was a lout. However, seeing that the drunkard managed to hide the girl under his parent’s noses then he must be pretty smart.
He did it by anonymously hiring servants in the small townhouse he has in the Rain City. The house being named after some make-up merchant.
But it’s not like Kim Rok Soo cared much for the details of how the lout did it. All he knows is that he needs to somehow meet that child for it is now his responsibility. The girl has no one else other than Cale. Her mother died during childbirth and there isn’t any information about her. It isn’t even known if Cale loved her or not.
In other words, it’s up to Kim Rok Soo to take care of that child.
“Appa, you isn’t suppose to be here.”
Red hair that was the same shade as his own greeted him on the day he finally managed to visit the townhouse. [Name] hugged him upon arrival, clearly happy to see him despite saying he wasn’t supposed to be in that place. He admits that his super late in visiting her. However, in his defence, it’s hard to sneak off where the girl lived when the novel didn’t provide the information of how Cale did it before. He only managed to go to the townhouse when he got home after obtaining the Sound of the Wind. 
The girl might be saying he shouldn’t be there but it’s obvious that she welcomes his presence. Her saying it came from a place of concern. She’s smart and understands well that her dad is hiding her. It didn’t seem like she detested him for that though.
“Why is that?”
The novel didn’t really specify why [Name] was hidden. But it did that if she were to be revealed Cale’s parents would’ve accepted her with open arms.
‘He already branded himself as the family disappointment. Why draw the line here?’
Was what Cale thought to himself as he awaited his daughter's answer.
“Silly appa! You fowgot already! It’s because of inwe… inhe… inhewitansus ishwues.”
Cale waited patiently as the toddler tried to pronounce inheritance.
“Inheritance issues? But the Henituse has enough money for one more person?”
“Nu! Not that!”
[Name] slapped her small, chubby hands on Cale’s leg, simultaneously trying to prove a point and asking her dad to pick her up. Cale obliged and carried the girl as they made their way to her room.
“Unkel Bassen!”
“Ah, we don’t want Bassen to have a hard time inheriting the county?”
“Yep! Unkel Bassen is good. You said so! So we want to give him count.”
Everything started to make sense in Cale’s head at the same time they reached the girl’s room. Revealing [Name] would make everyone pity her against Basen. They would say things along the lines of making a child whose mother is of unknown origins who is sure to have the Henituse blood is better suited to be the heir compared to a son who has no ounce of Henituse blood.
However, Cale can’t hide this poor child forever. She has the right to get to know her family and not just live in this simple yet luxurious house.
Plus, if Cale is going to take her with him to Harris Village then an introduction is inevitable.
Creeaaaaaaak
“Kitty! Appa kitty!”
The redhead was startled upon seeing two kittens sitting on [Name]’s light pink couch. There’s a space in between them and Cale is sure it’s because the black dragon is situated there.
“What are you doing here? It’s alright for all of you to be yourselves here, I own the place.”
Cale set his daughter down who then ran to sit on the couch that’s opposite to where the On, Hong, and the now visible black dragon are.
“Dragon! Appa you have a dragon?”
[Name] respectfully kept her distance from the three and sat quietly on the couch. However, anyone looking at her can tell that she wants to pet them.
“We were worried about you nya!”
“You suddenly went outside without telling anyone nya!”
“This great and mighty being wanted to see more of our city but you weren’t there!”
All three children reasoned as they switched from the couch they were sitting on to the couch where [Name] was. They haven’t had any proper introductions yet the four children are already snuggling against each other.
“I went to visit my daughter.”
Cale said nonchalantly as he sat where the three children were sitting before. The three froze at the news. Sure [Name] has the same hair colour as Cale but they haven’t heard anything about him having a biological child!
“Her name is [Name] Henituse. Well, technically she’s not in the family registry so she’s not a Henituse yet but we’re working on that.”
“You’re the human’s child? How come we’ve never heard of you?”
“I’m hidden! A mystery!”
[Name] exclaimed proudly. In her mind, while she knows to some extent being hidden is bad, she takes a lot of pride in doing it for an uncle her dad clearly treasures.
“No one knows of her existence yet. I plan on introducing her to my parents tomorrow.”
Now it was [Name]’s turn to be frozen.
“Me? Intwoduce? But… But… unkel…”
How about Uncle Basen?
Was what she wanted to say but her tears and limited vocabulary prevented her from doing so. She may be smart but she didn’t have many people to talk to, hindering the advancement of her vocabulary. However, her current level of speaking is already great enough considering she’s barely 3-years-old.
“It’ll be fine. Only our family will know so Basen should be fine.”
With Cale currently being renowned as ‘Young Master Silver Shield’ and the upcoming war, revealing he has a child right now would be bad. It would only garner unwanted attention and could put the poor child in danger.
After further introductions, all the children got along swimmingly. The night ended with all five of them sleeping on [Name]’s bed.
The next day the Henituse castle was turned upside-down.
“A child? You’ve been hiding a child from us for 3 years!?”
Deruth couldn’t keep his emotions in check as he looked at the small girl in his son’s arms.
“It happened to be that way.”
Cale could see his father pinch the bridge of his nose, stressed about the entire situation. The redhead can understand, a baby all of a sudden can be quite stressful.
“Why did you not inform us until now?”
Violan inquired after ordering the servants to prepare the necessary measures needed to accommodate a child. Such as tailors, carpenters, tutors, and so on.
“At first I wanted for the child to live a quiet life, but since the war is practically confirmed…”
The safest place for this child would be under the watchful eye of the Henituse family. It also doesn’t help that Cale will be gone often until he can get his slacker life. As much as he’d want to take [Name] with him, he knows he’d be putting the child’s life in danger. Unlike the other kids, his daughter doesn’t have any special abilities. Sure she’s smart, but it won’t do anything against enemies that would like to take her life.
Cale explains [Name]’s background to his parents. Tells them about how she has no one else aside from him. He also promised them that he’d take care of her himself. Cale just needed for them to know of her existence in case something happened.
Of course, his parents took it the wrong way even though Cale just meant that it was in case he came home later than expected.
“Don’t say such nonsense. We are the child’s grandparents. We’d take care of her whenever you are gone.”
Violan waved her hands to emphasise how it was no big deal.
“Ganpawents..?”
“Yes dear, I’m your grandpa.”
The count greeted warmly as he took [Name] into his arms.
“Ganpa!”
And so the family introduction started.
First was Cale’s parents of course. Who insisted on being called grandma and grandpa. They were already spoiling the girl and it hadn’t been an hour since she was introduced.
Next was the siblings. Both of them were flabbergasted at the news but seemed to be welcoming towards the child.
“Unkel Basen!”
Basen in particular seemed to blush whenever he called uncle.
And then finally it was time to meet Cale’s people.
“This is Beacrox, he cooks delicious food.”
“Beerox..?”
“Close enough, I’m sure you’ll get it right with time.”
“Beerox!”
The chef has his usual poker face on but people who know him can tell that his close to having another headache. Cale already made him take care of 10 wolf children, and now he has a daughter on top of it…
Of course, Beacrox didn’t say anything and just continued cooking. He’ll let his father do the passive-aggressive scolding once he comes back.
“All this time–! Our young master silver shield– he–! He has a child!?”
“Oh my, the new young master looks cute. This deputy butler Hans will surely take good care of you!”
“Appa this people weird.”
The 3-year-old complained as she buried her face on Cale’s shoulder.
“You’ll get used to it.”
Cale had no explanation as to why the servants that followed him acted in such ways. So he could only assure his child that she’ll get used to it as time passes.
…Well at least he hopes that would be the case.
Bonus:
“Let’s hurry, you need to get well fast. [Name] is excited to meet you.”
Ron glanced at Cale with a confused glance. He does not know who that is. Deruth made sure they wouldn’t cross paths for such a bloody scene would be traumatizing for the baby.
“My daughter.”
Cale did not say anything else and merely stepped out of the room to prepare for their departure towards Hais Islands.
Meanwhile, Ron’s pain was overcome by confusion for a moment.
“He has a child?”
The assassin asked his son.
“Apparently so. She’s currently 3-years-old.”
“Ho?”
Now Ron definitely has to survive. He needs to meet his puppy young master’s puppy.
Maybe even scold the redhead a bit for hiding such a thing from the man who changed his diapers for so long.
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jocelynscrazyideas · 7 months ago
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Coffee Breath | Quinn Hughes x Fem Reader
Summary: Quinn and Y/N go to Starbucks and Target after Team practice, and they prep for the Hughes Brawl that is being played in 4 hours.
Warnings: language, and only one kiss (it’s a peck)
A:N- I hate this sm but I needed to post smth 🫶
All i know is that you talk to much
You’ve got those big blue eyes
Drive me crazy, make me fantasize
‘Bout you baby
After team practice before the next game, Quinn and I leave the rink and we pick up some coffee. Quinn is wearing a letter this year on his jersey so, he has to take his body seriously now. All he does is workout. I’ve been dragging him to get coffee with me, just like it was in the past.
“You wnat your Gingerbread Oatmilk Chai?” Quinn says as he looks into my eyes. All I see is his light blue eyes, almost as if they were grey.
I look to his right eye, and to his left, then down to his lips, I love him. He sees my trick, and he grabs my thigh, as he moves his fingers into my warm special place.
He’s such a cunt.
“Yeah, the chai is perfect. And could I get a Gouda sandwich- the one I like.” I say as we pull into the Starbucks drive through. He turns his head as he pulls his blue hood off his head.
Said you can’t trust me
I said it’s fine.
I’m wearing the perfect outfit. Black leggings, pink sports bra, and of course Quinn’s hoodie. My shoes, are also his, they’re wayy too big, but they’re just crocs. Quinn, in the drivers seat wearing a blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and his grey slides. We’re matching. I love him.
“Mobile order for Maya Ray.” Quinn says as he looks at me with a smirk. Maya- which isn’t my name, and Ray- is also not my name nor his name. We use fake names, out of our safety, and for fun. He pulls up to the second window and he grabs the Iced Chai and swings his arm to me, and he also grabs the sandwich I asked him to get me.
“Don’t get crumbs in my car. I’ll kill you.” Quinn snaps out at me.
What an actual cunt.
“Cuntasaurus.” I say underneath my breath. I grab the drink and the sandwich and place the chai into my lap. I unwrapped my sandwich and started to bite in.
“Do you have change?” Quinn asks. Weird. He payed online, he doesn’t need more money- unless he’s going to leave a tip. Then I thought that he could already leave a tip online.
“Why.” I say in response, only after I remembered to answer his question. I was lost into thought that I literally forgot to respond.
“So I can leave a tip, I forgot to tip online.” sure. I think to myself, I know he’s lying, he’s a freaking millionaire, he should have at least $10 freaking dollars on him.
“Yep.” I say and grab my phone case. I pull the $20 out and hand it to the lady, only because I know if I gifted it to Quinn, that money wouldn’t make it to the tip jar.
“I could have done that.” Quinn says snapping at me… again.
“Well obviously not.” I say as I open the middle console that splits our seats apart. I pull out $100 dollars and shove it in his face.
a side eye is all I get in response from him.
“Shocker. You know where my money is.” Quinn says after we turn into the parking lot of a target about 10 minutes later.
he’s literally the sassiest man I’ve ever fucking met. He’s… so, teenage boy. Literal brain rot. We need to pick up some groceries so I made a list of things that I needed. Of course I made a list of things that again only I need.
“So, why did you need to stop at Target?” Quinn says as he finds the farthest fucking parking spot there is. God, he better carry me back out here. I look into his blue eyes again, he literally drives me crazy, I can smell his cologne, and that makes me insane.
He smells like flowers, but in a masculine way. It’s hard to describe, he’s just so beautiful. It’s just a normal day for us, but it’s THE Hughes brawl. New Jersey Devils vs Canucks in Vancouver.
I’m excited, but no matter what I’m going to be proud, I’ve known Luke for the longest of times, and even before I met Luke and Wuinn I was friends with Jack.
“You coming?” Quinn says as he opens my door and grabs my left ass cheek. Let’s just say his love language is physical touch, he’s really touchy, clingy and childish, but so am I.
“Yep. Also Quinner-” I say before he freaking cuts me off.
“I know. you always make your own list. Never something that I would need, it’s always oh, what do I need? And oh, I ran out on shampoo, better get ME some.” Quinn says as he mocks me. He’s such an ass. But an ass taht I love.
Again as he swipes his right arm under my butt, he grabs my back with his left arm, and he tips over to the left as he swoops me into his arms and over his shoulder. Quinn pulls my leggings over my red lacy thong that I’m wearing under.
“I hate when you do that.” Quinn states as he closes my door and locks the car. He grabs my hand and we walk to the the doors of the store.
“Do what?” I say in actual confusion.
“You tease me, then you follow up with that with oh, I’m too tired and sorry I’m not in the mood.”
Quinn seems really upset, which is why I love to do it. I pull my hoodie down over my butt and I get an cloud of Quinn. I love him. I really do.
I’m hit with this wave of horny desperation.
“Hey, give me a kiss. Please!!” I say as I stop him and we stand in the middle of the parking lot. I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. I look deep into his eyes in pleading guilt.
“I know what you’re doing.” He says, he’s convinced that I’ll do the thing.
“Omg, just kiss me.” I say. But he won’t. So I grab his hand, and pull him back to the car, and I grab his keys form his pocket and unlock the doors.
“Please. Quinn I’m ready. Right now.” And I pull him into the backseat.
I pull at his silver chain that I bought him, its charm is a heart, and the back of the heart is a photo of us. When we were like 16.
“Please. Don’t. Not right now.” Quinn says as he pushes up agisnt me. I feel him getting hard. There’s truly a tent being built in his sweatpants.
“We have like 4 hours until the next game. We have time.” I say as I look into his neck ready to make a move. I can feel his pulse penetrating from his artery.
“No.” Quinn’s consistent with his answer. And I respect it. So I climb into the passenger seat and I forget about the target trip in general. And he climbs back into the drivers seat as well. And he pulls my cheek towards him. And he leans in for a kiss.
Taste like coffee.
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muiitoloko · 15 days ago
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Request if it strikes your fancy? Was listening to a version of ‘Por una cabeza’ (no words, just the music) and the thought of being taken to some event or party and Lionel (or whoever vibes with you) taking the reader and guiding them through quite frankly a rather intimate tango uncaring of the guests. It’s probably his party anyways, and it’s not like that man knows shame. Whether that goes to smut or not is totes up to you! The thought of being guided through a dance while he has his hands all over you as he guides you while at the same time using that voice, getting you completely flustered/ worked up is just stuck in my head but I can’t write I can only draw (⁄ ⁄•⁄▽⁄•⁄ ⁄)
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Title: Tango of Desire
Summary: On their anniversary, Lionel turns a frustrating evening into a seductive dance, igniting a passion that burns far beyond the party.
Pairing: Lionel Shahbandar × Fem! Reader
Warnings: Smut
Author's Notes: Thanks for the request! I went to check out the song and accidentally stumbled upon Colin Firth dancing to it… and yep, I fell in love with him all over again ❤️🙂‍↕️ So, thanks for that little detour, and I hope you enjoy this! Also, if you’re in the mood to watch Colin tango his heart out, here’s the video.
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You sighed, feeling the cool gin slide down your throat as you stood near the bar, glancing out of the corner of your eye toward Lionel. He was doing what he always did best—entertaining his guests, laughing in that charming way of his, making sure everyone felt welcome. But as you watched him make his rounds, talking and flirting as if the night was just another party, a wave of frustration washed over you. It wasn’t just any night. It was your wedding anniversary, and you had wanted something special, something intimate—just the two of you. But Lionel, being Lionel, had turned it into a grand event, packed with people, leaving you standing alone with a drink in your hand.
You took another sip, the bitterness of the gin matching your mood as you watched him across the room, his deep baritone voice carrying over the music and chatter. Normally, you would be by his side, smiling, playing the role of the perfect hostess. But not tonight. Tonight, you didn’t have the energy for it.
After a while, you noticed Lionel heading toward you, his stride confident, the mischievous glint in his eyes as unmistakable as always. He reached you with that signature smirk, as though he had just won a private game you weren’t even aware of.
"Enjoying yourself, darling?" he asked, his voice smooth and playful as he leaned in closer. "I’ve been looking for you."
You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down on the bar. "Oh, yes," you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Having the time of my life. Best wedding anniversary ever."
Lionel blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. His smile faltered, replaced by a hint of confusion as he looked at you. "Is something wrong?"
You sighed, feeling a wave of guilt for snapping at him. He didn’t mean any harm, not really. This was just Lionel being Lionel, always needing to be the center of attention. Closing your eyes for a moment, you softened your tone, forcing a small smile as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. "It’s nothing," you murmured, brushing your lips against his skin. "I’m just tired, that’s all."
Lionel’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on you, but before he could ask anything else, you smiled again and took a step back. "I think I’ll call it a night," you said quietly. "You stay, enjoy yourself. I’ll see you later."
Lionel watched you leave, but before you got too far, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, gently but firmly. You turned, eyebrows raised in question, only to be met with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Where do you think you’re going, darling?” His deep baritone voice, smooth as velvet, pulled you closer. “I want to dance with you.”
You hesitated, already knowing where this was going. “Lionel,” you began, trying to sound firm, but the annoyance in your voice faltered under the heat of his gaze. “I’m not in the mood for—”
“Too bad,” he interrupted, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he started pulling you towards the makeshift dance floor. “I am.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but it was no use. Lionel was already weaving his way through the crowd, dragging you behind him like a prize he’d just claimed. He paused when he reached the musicians, leaning in close to speak to them, his voice a low murmur that you couldn’t quite catch. But you knew him too well, and the way the musicians quickly nodded told you everything you needed to know.
The first sultry notes of “Por una Cabeza” floated through the air, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stared at your husband. “Really? A tango?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
Lionel’s smile deepened, his hazel eyes gleaming with that familiar blend of confidence and arrogance. “You know me, darling. I’m nothing if not dramatic.”
Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his hand sliding possessively around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His other hand captured yours, fingers lacing together with an intimacy that sent a thrill down your spine. The music swelled, and Lionel wasted no time, guiding you into the slow, seductive rhythm of the dance.
His movements were deliberate, every step commanding, as he led you across the floor with an ease that left no room for resistance. His eyes never left yours, that playful smirk still tugging at his lips. “You know,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, “I always did like you best like this—pressed up against me, unable to resist my charms.”
You let out a breathless laugh, trying to mask the way your heart was racing. “Lionel, for God’s sake, everyone’s watching.”
“Let them,” he growled softly, his lips brushing dangerously close to your neck. “They should know who you belong to.”
His hand slid lower, pressing into the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. The heat of his body seeped into yours, and despite yourself, you felt your resistance melting away. There was something about the way he danced—no shame, no hesitation, just pure, unbridled want. His movements became more intense, his leg sliding between yours as he dipped you low, his eyes locked on yours with a predatory hunger.
“You’re mine,” he whispered against your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Every part of you. And tonight, darling, I plan to remind you of that… thoroughly.”
Your breath hitched, heat pooling in your stomach as he pulled you back up, his lips ghosting over yours, not quite kissing you but leaving the promise of it hanging in the air. The music slowed, the dance drawing to a close, but Lionel wasn’t finished. His hand traveled up your side, grazing the curve of your waist before settling on the back of your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw in a way that made your knees weak.
“Shall we continue this somewhere more… private?” His voice was a low purr, his hazel eyes dark with intent.
You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears as you nodded. There was no denying him—not tonight. Not with the way he was looking at you, like a lion about to devour his prey.
Lionel smirked, leaning in to press a slow, teasing kiss to your lips, before whispering, “Good girl.”
The applause from the guests echoed when Lionel finished the dance with a flourish, but his attention wasn’t on them. His focus was entirely on you—on the way your body pressed against his, the subtle rise and fall of your chest, and the lingering flush on your cheeks. The heat between you was undeniable, and Lionel fully intended to take advantage of it.
He gave a devilish smile as he led you off the dance floor, ignoring the claps and whistles from the crowd. His hand remained possessive on your waist as he maneuvered through the guests, guiding you down a side hallway that led deeper into the mansion. You followed, heart pounding in anticipation, breath shallow as the atmosphere between you thickened with desire.
Lionel opened a heavy wooden door, revealing his office—a large room filled with bookshelves, art, and a massive desk that dominated the space. As soon as the door closed behind you, his hands were back on you, sliding over your waist and pulling you against him once again.
"Now," he murmured in that deep, velvety baritone, his lips brushing your ear, "let's take a look at what you've been hiding under that dress."
You shivered at the commanding tone of his voice, your body already responding to the anticipation that had been building all night. You didn’t resist as he spun you around, gently but firmly pressing you against the edge of the desk. His hands slid down your hips, teasing the fabric of your dress before you felt the firm tug of the zipper being pulled down.
"Lift it," Lionel ordered, his breath hot against your neck.
With a soft sigh, you obeyed, gathering the fabric of your dress in your hands and pulling it up, revealing the sheer lace panties clinging to your body. The cool air of the room gave you goosebumps, but the heat building between your legs was undeniable.
Lionel’s eyes darkened as they roamed over you, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. "Well, well," he purred, his fingers brushing over the delicate lace, grazing the edges of your panties that barely covered your swollen, wet pussy. "Looks like our little tango got you all worked up, didn’t it?"
You bit your lip, heart racing as you felt his fingers trace the slickness already pooling between your legs. "Lionel," you whispered, a mix of desperation and desire in your voice.
"Patience, love," he growled softly, his fingers sliding the lace aside, exposing the glistening folds of your pussy. "I want to savor this."
His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he bent you over the desk. The wood was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat building between your thighs. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he stood behind you, admiring the way you were displayed for him—completely at his mercy.
"What a beautiful sight," he murmured, his hand sliding over the curve of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before his fingers returned to your pussy, sliding over your slippery folds with deliberate slowness. "You're soaked, love. All for me."
You whimpered softly, your body arching under his touch as he teased you, his fingers brushing your clit before sliding lower, easily slipping inside your wetness. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your thighs trembling as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, slow and controlled.
"Tell me," Lionel growled, his lips brushing the back of your neck as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your skin. "Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you right there in front of all those people? Watching you dance, seeing you move like that... knowing that you're mine."
You gasped as his fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot. "Leo," you moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as your body rocked against his hand. "Please... don't tease me."
He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Oh, I don’t plan on teasing you for long, love," he murmured, his voice a dark promise as he pulled his fingers away, leaving you aching and empty for a moment.
Then, you felt him behind you, the sound of his belt unbuckling and the soft rustle of fabric as he freed himself from his pants. His cock, hard and thick, pressed against your entrance, teasing you with just the tip, sliding through your wetness.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, love," Lionel growled, his voice rough with desire. "You'll be screaming my name by the time I'm done."
With one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you completely, his hips slamming against your ass as he filled you to the hilt. You cried out, your body arching against the desk as he gripped your hips tighter, setting a relentless pace.
"Fuck," he growled, his breath ragged as he pounded into you, hard and fast. "You feel so fucking good."
Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, your body trembling as he took you, his movements rough and demanding, just the way you both liked it. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy filled the room, mixing with the harsh breaths and low growls escaping Lionel's throat.
"You're mine," he hissed, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back slightly as he drove into you. "Every part of you, mine."
You moaned loudly, your body on the edge of release as he continued to fuck you with abandon, his hips slamming into you with a force that left you breathless.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous as his hand tightened in your hair. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice trembling with pleasure. "I'm all yours, Lionel."
The sound of your submission pushed him over the edge, his hips slamming into you harder, deeper, as his climax approached. "Good girl," he growled, his hand sliding down to grip your ass as he thrust into you one last time, spilling deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.
You cried out as your own orgasm hit, your body trembling beneath him as the pleasure washed over you in waves, crashing through you as Lionel held you tight, his cock still pulsing inside you.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Lionel leaned over you, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "You're perfect, love. Absolutely perfect."
And as he slowly pulled away from you, his hand caressing your back, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that despite everything—the grand party, the crowd, the chaos—Lionel had made sure that tonight was just for the two of you, exactly how you wanted.
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anonymous-existences · 2 months ago
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Chapter 10 : Happy Moments for the Badger
Fluff And Happiness :33
[𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪-ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣]
[ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 12 , ????? ᴀᴍ , ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ]
"Danny!" Dante yelled out as Danny ran to Dante and jumped in his arms "Big Brother!!" Danny giggled as they spun around and Dante Kisses his forehead. "Are you feeling okay now you little twerp?" Dante asks, his voice still filled with worry for Danny's health.
"Yep! Nocturn made my nightmares go away!" Danny chuckled and the two pressed foreheads with each other, Frostbite merely chuckled and Plasmius ruffled Danny's Hair as Ellie hugged Danny as well.
"You did a good job fighting your nightmares Daniel..." Vlad says with a comforting gentle voice as he smiled at Danny, Danny only nodded and talked about the dreams and Conversations and things Nocturn had taught him in his dreams as Dante carried him and Ellie back to Gotham.
"Goodbye Frostbite! Thank you again!!" Danny waved and Frostbite waved back, "You're always welcome here, Oh Great One." Frostbite chuckled deeply as he waved his giant furry paws at Danny as a goodbye.
Danny kept waving until they reached the makeshift portal Dante had made and Danny regal clothing turned back to his normal clothing as they passed through the portal. "Finally back home! Nocturn taught me how to write ancient ghost spea—" Danny stared at Jason who was chilling on the couch.
His pupils turns into slits and he immediately hides behind Dante, "Oh right, Danny... That's... Jason, the Revenant, c'mon now don't be shy." Dante kneels to Danny's Height and Danny Cautiously stepped out behind Dan.
Jason stood up and slowly also kneeled to Danny's Height, "Hey there kiddo, I'm Jason! Jason To—" Jason was cut off by Danny's sudden speaking "You're also Red Hood, Former Robin before Red Robin and the youngest Robin." Danny merely said and Jason was stunned.
"It's a pleasure to meet you" Danny smiled softly but cautiously. "I am also dating him—" Dante tries to say but Danny just whips his head at him in shock.
"H-HUH??? DATING?! YOU STARTED DATING SOMEONE WHEN I WAS ASLEEP?!?!? WHAAAAAAT?!" Danny yells in shock as he grabbed Dan by the collar and tried shaking the... Very large Man.
"My Reaction Too!!" Ellie interjects in protest, "Even Sissy Sam was Shocked that Undergrowth probably got hit with an eco-fwendly frying pan because he tried to ask Sissy Sam why she's so distressed!" Ellie adds into her small statement.
Danny was just stunned and mouth agape in shock, "Now Now Daniel, Calm Down... Do you all want to go out to the city today? So I can buy you 2 more possibly furniture and groceries and such." Vlad suggests as he puts his hands in Danny's Shoulder behind him.
"You're coming with us?? Fuck yeah!" Dante said as he slowly stood up with Jason, "You pay for everything right?" Dante smirked,
"I always paid for everything Dante." Vlad states with a blank face and a blunt tone as he carried Ellie in his arms. "Isn't that right princess?" Vlad asks Ellie and Ellie Profusely nods in agreement.
"True" Dante didn't defend himself and just laughed at the sight before him, his core now vibrated and felt more at ease, matching Danny's Purring, they were both happy to be finally back by each other's sides. Jason was still adjusting to the 'Ghost Cultures' and stuff but he's slowly getting used to it seeing as how he's cooing over Danny's Purring making Danny feel Embarrassed with his cheeks Flushed an odd but cute greenish Red.
His freckles were much more noticeable now, constellations bore his face in bright neon green that occasionally glowed in the darkness, his hair seemingly sometimes floating or flowing in this non-existent wind in the surroundings, Jason Hesitantly but gently pats Danny's Head and Danny lets him making Jason's Heart feel even more happier because he feels as though he's in a family again.
They all liked it.
Even Vlad Surprisingly.
[𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 12, 4:45 𝐏𝐌, 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥]
Danny was with Ellie and Dan in the Space-Section, Jason followed them but Vlad couldn't come anymore Because of how busy he got all of a sudden.
"Aries constellation! I want it! I'm going to school again right? Can I have that bag?" Danny pointed at the Aries Star Constellation Backpack. "Ofcourse Twerp! You can pick whatever you need for Back to School Stuff." Dante chuckled and reached for the Bag and Gave it to Danny.
Ellie was very pleased to pick her own Backpack, she picked a Badger(?) Designed Backpack, her smile was wide and very pleased . "Hey JayJay! Can you come with me to pick my stuff in the girls section?" Ellie asked enthusiastically as he grabbed Jason's Hand.
Jason was taken aback— honestly these kids trust him already and it was heart melting. "ofcourse Ellie, Dan, Babe, Just Call me if you need me Kay?" Jason looked at Dante and Dante nodded with a wink.
"Ew. Don't do that shit Infront of me" Danny motioned a Fake Gag and Ellie just Laughs as Dante stared at Danny and Judgingly, "Language Twerp, Vladdy Daddyo's gonna fuckin kill me if he finds out you swear cuz of me" Dante joked and laughed,
"Ugh, You just did Bitchass." Danny scowled jokingly as they picked more back to school items, Danny hadn't felt so excited for school until now. He never knew he loved education as much as he did now and it was honestly very much fun and amusing.
Danny picked everything he could find that could relate to stars and Dante paid for them with Vlad's Card, they then waited for Jason and Ellie to come back and when they did Jason was chatting happily with Ellie who was yapping continuously about Badgers and Animals she sees as Ferals in General.
Danny felt as if he's in a happy family but something inside him tells him something is still missing and Dante notices it fast. "I know bud... I know." Dante pats his shoulder reassuringly and Danny nods with a gentle caring Smile.
He loved being in this warm environment... Hopefully it stays that way... Oh.
"Dante can I dye a part of my hair orange?" Danny suddenly asks and Dante froze, Slowly Dante's eyes softens and he merely nods before speaking with approval. "Ofcourse Danny. Anytime!" Dante smiled and they bought a small box of orange hair dye and a turquoise headband Bandana sort... just like Jazz's and one that Danny had picked by himself.
Dante paid for it and ruffles Danny's hair, Jason was confused on why the three Phantoms are acting like this, as if mourning someone but he not dare to ask just because it felt like a sensitive topic for them... A very sad topic probably.
Danny smiled to himself as he stared at the plastic bag that contains his Hair Dye and Headband.
His core was Happy and So was he.
[𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 12, 9:40 𝐏𝐌, 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭]
Robin landed on Danny's window as Danny was placing his new Glow in the dark stars to his ceiling, he soon noticed robin as Robin knocked on the wall to get his attention.
Danny slowly hopped off the ladder and ran to Robin Enthusiastically, "Robin! Hi! Do you want to help me put stars on my ceiling?" Danny asks happily. Robin was honestly taken aback but he couldn't force himself to Reject his offer and so he complied.
Robin hesitantly helped Danny Form the Constellations and got so into it that he didn't notice that Jason was staring at them and leaning on the door frame as he watched amused by this.
"Hey Babe what are you doing ther— oh. Robin." Dante says totally unbothered by this scene and Robin stares at them for a moment. He felt his cheeks redden in Embarrasament. "Heya Red Hood! Robin is just helping me out stars on my ceiling! Isn't he nice?" Danny says Enthusiastically as Dante gave him a plate of cookies. "H-Hood— did.... Goodness fucking gracious— this is quite the humiliating scene..." Robin stuttered as he slowly got down from the Ladder.
"Yeah, Demon Brat, I can tell it IS humiliating for you but absolutely fucking funny for me." Jason laughed and Damian held back his urge to wield his katana or to tackle Jason and Plummet him into the ground. But Danny was there so that wasn't allowed, Danny gave him a cookie and Robin sat On Danny's bed Beside Danny himself.
"So why are you here Baby Brat?" Jason chuckled with a smirk, "Same Question to you Todd.." Damian's tone remained plastered and blunt towards Jason. "I'm dating his Brother." Jason said Straightforwardly making Robin almost choke on his cookie. "What...? Does B know about this... Relationship??" Robin tries to say and to state Jason the HINT.
"He doesn't need to and I know.. I know.. the whole scarecrow thing and shit but he's hot and stuff—" Danny cuts Jason Off.
"Not Infront of my Cookies Please." Danny says with a frown and Glare with his tounge out. "Right Sorry Kid. And yes. baby Brat. They know. Dante has known the very moment he saw us but now don't tell B but he doesn't intend to tell anyone unless we want anyone to know so do not fuckin worry about anything." Jason Reassures Damian.
"Right-right- Christ. Mother of Christ?? Whatever god it is out there— This is... Utterly Shocking to say the very least— you don't actually expect me to believe all that but then again HE IS the... Prime suspect so I can say the very least to that is that most of it is true." Robin huffs as he ate another cookie and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I might become like Red at this point... I need more coffee to process this... Information you have provided to me." Robin sighs.
"Right! Now. Why don't you two continue sticking up the stars and go back to B and tell him everything— well mostly everything except the identity part Kay Demon Brat?" Jason stood up and leaned on the door frame as he told Damian with a subtle Stern Glare.
"Whatever Todd.... Fucking—" Damian calms himself down Infront of Danny as they finished up sticking the constellations in the Ceiling.
It took atleast an hour and a half for them to finish it finally, with the Last Final Touch Being a Crescent Moon that glows brighter than the others.
Danny's eyes sparkled and soon Robin hopped on His bedroom window again ready to leave and disappear off to somewhere Danny doesn't know— probably a secret base but eh—
"You'll come back to visit me again right robin?" Danny asks him and Robin just smiled, "Ofcourse Danny... Anytime..." Robin chuckled unexpectedly as he disappeared into the shadows and heading back to the Batcave to Report to B.
Danny was Happy, very happy, this was the happiest day so far for him. Nocturn was right after all, that once he wakes up he will feel this type of Heart Melting Happiness that made his core purr.
His eyes flashed green for a few moments gradually fading to the Deep Sea Blue eyes of his as he felt intense emotions of positivity seep out.
He wishes jazz was there to feel the same...
Jazz too would have been happy.
I'm insane. MY HANDS ARE COLD FROM WRITING SO MUCH ANYWAYS ENJOY ILY GUYS ALL SO MUCH FOR READING THESE <333 AHAHHA HAVE FUUUNNN
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deadghosy · 5 months ago
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Platonic Slytherin boys with a m!reader roommate who has bad sleep issues
Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, ​Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.
Warning: sweet fluff
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Tom Riddle
He’s usually up late himself in his studies or he is reading books to past time. So when he hears your door open he isn’t shocked at the least that you are awake to drink water
He will soon leave his studies and follow after you like a shadow as you go to the kitchen.
After you are done doing whatever, he grabs your arm and literally drags you to bed.
You can try to protest, but he’s not budging as he gives you his neutral face. You scoff and decided to fall asleep
Tom would watch you, making sure you actually got sleep before exiting out of your room and going to his.
He’s seen those disgusting eyes bags and it’s absolutely horrifying. He knew you need sleep or else he won’t sleep without thinking about your own.
Mattheo Riddle
He’s literally awake as well, bro either is awake from taking an early nap or he was up playing games all night with Theodore.
But either way, he was in your room to see you were still on your phone as he was playing the game.
“Dude get some sleep…” mattheo says, taking off his head set and standing up.
“….dude shut up..” you said, your voice was low and full of restless sleep. Mattheo only sighed and sat on your bed with you.
“You gotta sleep somehow bro…” Mattheo then started to rub your back up and down. A weakness when you’re tired as you yawn and close your eyes. You slowly start to fall asleep with light snores.
Mattheo smiled and got back to his game. Being more quiet and not yelling much.
Finally you are asleep
Draco Malfoy
At first he thought it was just something you do on the weekends.
But when he finally realized it’s a normal thing with you, he didn’t like it.
He threw snarky comments about how 8 hours of sleep is the best and how you need it. Of course he knew you didn’t want to hear him.
So, he bought sleeping pills to help you sleep better. He literally walked in your room and slam the bottle down beside you.
“Take these when you can’t sleep you idiot..” you looked shocked but nodded. You hadn’t expected Draco to just straight up buy you sleeping pills.
But soon Draco noticed a change as you actually woke up at a decent time and hour
“See, it wasn’t that hard” he says smirking while you flip him off.
Blaise Zabini
He had one time locked you in your room. Trying to force you to go to bed jokingly as you just sat in front of your door not impressed at all.
But after that he offered to be your teddy bear with a smile..you didn’t want to…
So why are you holding him in your arms as you are snoring.
He chucked seeing your face close to his. He placed a head kiss to your dome. Wrapping his arm securely around you.
He’s just glad you are finally resting right as of now
Theodore Nott
He tricked you.
He said he wanted to hang out in your room. So why of course you let him in!
Only to feel him lay with his arm around you shoulder.
“So….how has your day been?” It started with that with his accent that carries around the room
Next thing you know his sleeping body is now on top of you.
Yep he used his body to keep you down and rest. Well played theo.
Lorenzo Berkshire
He immediately noticed when it was the 3 days you two spent together as roommates.
He bought some sleeping tea, blankets that are so soft to fall asleep on and he was ready.
It was when you two were watching a movie during a cold season, so he set the tea up as you yawned with the fluffy and cozy blanket
“Here you go.” He says with a small smile, sitting next to you. He handed you the tea and you smiled with a thanks
Drinking it definitely took some time as it was very hot. But it definitely did the work
You were knocked out like a baby after spending at a party
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thedarlingdearestdead · 1 year ago
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Piloting P2
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Summary: This one was requested! This is what happens when the two of you reach your rooms... P1 here. But it’s not necessary to have read it! Basically, you’re a young Padawan who’s caught the attention of General Skywalker, he locks the two of you in a bedroom together!
Warnings: Yep this is smut. Full on. R18.
Word count: 1,320
The walk to your quarters is a blur. The palace is a stunningly beautiful building, huge and old and unfamiliar, though apparently not to General Skywalker- Anakin. He walks with complete ease down these hallways, he does not seem intimidated by the size or grandeur of the buildings and people. 
And he seems to know exactly where he is going, what he is doing. His confidence astounds you as you follow in complete confusion and stunned obedience to the man before you. Because though he was quiet and stoic throughout your journey, he communicated with his eyes the entire time. Glances as you turned corners, the ghosts of smiles as he watched you admire the architecture, the hungry look which appeared when you fixed your hair before meeting with the Queens party. 
He was adamant on getting you settled, he said. On taking care of his troops, on those under his command. It was an act of responsibility then that he should escort you to your rooms, and carry your bags, it was his duty. 
As you reached the door to your assigned quarters, Anakin set your bag down and turned to face you. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the electricity between you two.
"Look," Anakin began, his voice a mixture of earnestness and desire. . His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. "You've been on my mind since the first moment I saw you," he admitted, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "I can't resist this pull, this attraction."
You stood there, unable to tear your gaze away from him, a mixture of uncertainty and longing in your eyes. Anakin took a step closer, the air thickening with anticipation. “You first saw me a few hours ago?”
“No.” He says simply, slightly breathless as he stares into you. “It’s been months. Today has been my only opportunity to get you away from your master. You can't deny what's happening between us. There's a connection, a force that draws us together.”
His hand comes to hold your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine and you felt a warmth spreading through your entire being. You wanted to resist, to adhere to the rules and regulations of the Jedi Order, to make your master proud; but the magnetic force between you and Anakin was undeniable. 
As much as he may have been watching you, you had been looking for him. He was famous, beautiful, powerful, kind. He was a shining and magnificent sight to behold, whether on the battlefield or in briefing, anytime that he had been in your vicinity, you had been distracted by him, enthralled by his mere presence. In this room, alone with him, his hands on you, it was all too much. Like a dream. 
“But… you’re General Skywalker. You could have anybody?”
He shakes his head at you, looming over you with his great height with a sympathetic look on his face. How could you not know? “And yet I am here with you.” His other hand comes to your face as he leans in, kissing you with an intensity like nothing you had ever experienced before. It was desperate, forceful, and full of passion. You kiss back and his hands slide to your neck, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck, those that escaped from your normally tight style. 
His tongue enters your mouth and you let out an embarrassing moan, making him chuckle against your lips. The light moment does not last long however… The size difference between you became more apparent as Anakin pressed you gently against the door, his body closing the gap between you. His lips claimed yours again, this time with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. You melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his strong chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch.
Anakin's hands roamed your body, his touch both tender and possessive. His strength was exhibited as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist clumsily, as he caught you off guard. The feeling of being in his arms, completely at his mercy, sent a thrill through you. His metal hand supported you, its strength a stark reminder of his experiences in battle as a soldier and the authority he held as a general.
He groans into your mouth as you buck against him, reacting to his hands under your top. His noises only fuelled the fire between you two. The passion that had been smouldering now erupted into flames, consuming both of you. The intensity of the kiss only increased as he carried you further into your quarters, off of the wall, he almost threw you down onto the bed.
The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow that danced on the walls. The air was thick with desire, and the anticipation hung in the room like a palpable force.
He leant down above you, stripping off his shirt, and grabbing at your pants eagerly. He unbuttoned them slowly however, staring into your eyes as he worked them down your legs and off the end of the bed. Now positioned by your feet he removed your boots too, then works his way up your body, kissing every inch of your legs and up your thighs. 
His hands continued their exploration, tracing the contours of your body. Every touch sent electric shocks through your system, heightening the sensations. When he arrives back at your face he hovers for a moment, eyes level to yours. “You’re exactly how I imagined.” His hand goes between your legs to your clit and you moan, “So responsive.” He peppers your neck with kisses and you ache to touch him as he was you.
You go for his own trouser buttons but he grabs your hand sternly, “Not yet, you be a good padawan and let me attend you.”
That’s when he enters you, his metal fingers stretch you out with ease, “God you’re soaking, soaking for your General.” His fingers move in and out slowly. They were cold at first but now slick with your juices they almost burned. “I bet you dreamed about this, about my hands. I saw you watch them, in the control room.” His voice is husky with pleasure and pride, “I saw how you wanted me near.”
You almost scream from the pressure he applies to your core, coming with an intensity which makes your eyes roll back. He kisses you as you try to gain your breath, knocking your head back onto the pillows, filling you with the taste and smell of him. You almost come again. 
When you eventually come back to life, you find that he had indeed stripped off his own pants, he towered over you, bare and glorious. Pumping himself while watching your face. 
“I need more.” You whisper, reaching for his cock with one hand and his neck with the other, trying to pull him down into you. 
“You’re in no position to make demands” He growls - but to little effect as he takes his place between your legs anyway. His size and mass are overpowering above you, and all you want is more. You can’t help the small whine which falls from your lips. 
“But since you’ve been so good…” He says with a terrifying and maddening smile.
He enters you slowly, letting you adjust to his considerable size, inch by inch you take him. Your breath catches with his every move until he bottoms out, the two of you still for a moment and you take the time to close your eyes, capture the memory, the feeling, the sensation of being filled by him. 
Your nails make a slow line down his back, tracing to grab his sides as you whisper. “Take me, General” And he does. 
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