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rikiszn · 8 days ago

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DRINK TILL IM DRUNK, SMOKE TILL IM HIGH —nsh.r

ꪆৎ ⟢ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾.

feat. nishimura riki x reader

──── ✦ enemies to lovers (?), angst, riki is rich and annoying, eventual smut, tension, slowburn

You could smell him before you saw him.

That stupid cologne—woodsy, expensive, overpowering—and the faint, unmistakable haze of weed trailing behind it. You didn’t even bother looking up from your notes when he dropped into the empty seat beside you, the metal legs of the chair dragging obnoxiously against the floor like he wanted everyone to know he’d arrived.

“You busy?” came that lazy, low drawl.

You sighed. “What do you want, Riki?”

He smirked like he always did. Too confident. Too pretty. Too used to the world handing him everything.

“I forgot the history paper’s due tomorrow,” he said, leaning his elbow on the desk, turning to face you. “Be a sweetheart and send me yours?”

You finally looked up. He was wearing sunglasses. In class. And a leather jacket like this was some kind of movie and not 10 a.m. on a Tuesday. His dark hair was a little messy, like he’d just rolled out of someone else’s bed. There was a red mark on his neck. A love bite, probably. Gross.

You blinked at him. “No.”

“No?” He blinked back, mock offended. “No one says no to me.”

You returned to your notes. “Maybe that’s your problem.”

He whistled low under his breath, then leaned in closer. Too close. His knee brushed yours under the desk and you stiffened, refusing to move.

“You’re so mean to me,” he murmured. “Makes me wonder what you’d sound like if you weren’t.”

You clenched your jaw. “If you’re done harassing me, I have an actual education to focus on.”

He chuckled. “You sound like my dad.”

You turned to him, lips curled. “Your dad’s the one paying off professors to pass you, right?”

That wiped the smirk off his face—only for a second. Then he was grinning again, like you’d just impressed him.

“Damn,” he said. “You really hate me, huh?”

“I don’t care enough to hate you.”

That was a lie. You did care. Because everything about him infuriated you. The way he laughed too loud at parties. The way he always had some new girl draped around him like jewelry. The way he wore his privilege like a crown. And the way, no matter how much you tried to ignore him, he always noticed you.

“I saw you at Sunghoon’s party last week,” he said suddenly, tapping his fingers on the desk like he was bored. “You looked good.”

You didn’t answer.

He leaned in again, whispering, “Were you looking for me?”

You turned your head slowly, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “I was looking for a lighter. Didn’t expect to see the joint already lit and talking.”

Riki stared at you for a second, then let out a sharp laugh, slumping back in his chair like you’d just knocked the wind out of him.

“You’re unreal,” he said, shaking his head. “Like, actually unreal.”

You gathered your books. The bell was about to ring.

He watched you, tilting his head, tapping his pen against his bottom lip.

“You sure you don’t wanna spend a little more time with me?” he asked again, voice low.

You looked at him one last time.

“I’d rather die.”

The bell rang. You walked away.

And behind you, Nishimura Riki smiled.

Like he’d just found his next favorite game.

“I’m telling you,” Riki said, dragging smoke from his joint and exhaling out the window, “she’s obsessed with me.”

Jungwon laughed so hard he choked on his drink. “Bro. She literally called you a ‘talking joint.’ I was there. I heard it. She hates you.”

Riki just smiled, slouching back on the couch like he hadn’t just been insulted in front of half the class two days ago.

“She doesn’t hate me,” he said, smug. “She’s just in denial. They all fall eventually.”

“Yeah,” Jay muttered, flipping a poker chip between his fingers, “except she hasn’t. And it’s been, what? A year? You’ve tried everything. Compliments. Group projects. DMs. And she’s still not interested.”

“She left you on read last month,” Sunghoon added. “That’s cold, even for her.”

Riki rolled his eyes. “She was probably busy.”

“She was online,” Jungwon said, grinning. “Watching cat videos.”

Riki sat up, annoyed now. “Why are you all so invested in this?”

“Because it’s funny,” Jay said. “You get girls without trying. But this one? She has standards.”

Riki scoffed, standing to grab another drink from the mini bar. His house was massive—of course it was. High ceilings, glass everything, and the stench of wealth dripping from every marble countertop. The kind of house where people threw parties just to trash something pretty.

“She’s not better than me,” he muttered.

“No,” Sunghoon agreed. “But she acts like she is. And that makes her untouchable.”

Riki turned slowly. “Untouchable?”

Jay smirked. “She hasn’t even looked at you the way those other girls do. You’re not special to her.”

Riki didn’t say anything.

Jungwon leaned forward, the corners of his mouth curling. “Unless…”

“Unless what?”

Jay raised a brow. “You wanna make it interesting?”

A pause.

“A bet,” Jungwon said. “You get her to fall for you.”

Sunghoon laughed. “Yeah, okay. Like that’ll happen.”

“No, listen—” Jay grinned. “Get her to like you. Like, really like you. Admit it. Kiss you. Sleep with you, maybe. Whatever. Just get her hooked.”

“And if I do?” Riki asked, sipping from his drink like he wasn’t already considering it.

“Then we all shut up forever,” Sunghoon said. “And we pay for your spring trip to Barcelona.”

Riki’s brow raised. “And if I lose?”

Jay grinned. “You post a full apology video. Shirtless. Hair down. Crying. Real tears.”

Riki laughed. “Fuck off.”

“No, come on,” Jungwon said. “You said she’s into you. Prove it. Win the bet.”

Riki exhaled slowly, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Your voice echoed in his head—

“I’d rather die.”

He grinned.

“Fine,” he said. “Bet.”

Somewhere across town, you were studying in your room with your laptop open, notes highlighted, textbooks stacked high. You didn’t know it yet, but a very stupid boy had just made a very stupid decision.

And he was coming for you next.

“Partners have been randomly assigned,” your teacher said, scrolling through the spreadsheet on the projector, completely oblivious to the silent panic spreading through the room.

You barely listened, already highlighting the first page of your assignment packet. You didn’t care who you were paired with. As long as they pulled their weight.

“—and last, Y/N and Nishimura Riki.”

Your highlighter froze mid-stroke.

No.

No no no no no—

Riki made a sound from the back of the room. A low whistle. And then, like he always did, he took his sweet time strolling over to you, dropping into the seat beside you with that infuriating smile.

“This fate thing,” he said, nudging your foot under the desk, “is really starting to feel like destiny.”

You stared ahead. “Don’t talk to me.”

“Aw, c’mon, princess,” he murmured. “We’ve got a whole research paper to write. Gotta be civil.”

“You don’t even go to class.”

“I’m here now.”

“You’re high.”

He grinned. “High-performing, maybe.”

You looked at him. He was in a hoodie this time, hood half over his head, a little bruised at the jaw like he’d gotten into a fight or kissed someone with too much teeth. His eyes were slightly red, but not in a sleepy way—in a too-much-weed-and-not-enough-water way.

God, you hated him.

“Fine,” you muttered. “We meet after school. Library. Three o’clock.”

He blinked. “The library?”

“Yes. The quiet place. Where people go to study. Not vape.”

He put a hand over his heart. “You wound me.”

“I hope so.”

3:00 PM.

You were already at the back corner table, laptop open, outline half-started, when he sauntered in ten minutes late with two iced coffees and not a single folder in sight.

“Iced vanilla,” he said, sliding one toward you. “No syrup, oat milk. That’s your order, right?”

You blinked.

He shrugged. “Saw you holding it once. I pay attention.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“You also didn’t say thank you.”

You took the drink. You didn’t thank him. He smirked anyway.

“Let’s just get this done,” you muttered, scrolling to the outline. “We can split the topics evenly—”

“Actually,” Riki interrupted, spinning his chair toward you, “how about we work together on each section?”

You stared at him. “What?”

“You know. Collaborate. Bounce ideas. Build chemistry.”

“This isn’t couples therapy.”

“It could be,” he said under his breath.

You slammed your laptop shut.

He held up both hands. “Okay, okay. Chill. I’m just trying to be a good partner.”

“You don’t know how to be a good partner. You don’t even know what this paper’s about.”

“It’s on post-war economic reconstruction.”

Your jaw tensed.

He smirked. “Told you I pay attention.”

You hated how smug he looked. How close he leaned. How his knee kept brushing yours like it was accidental.

He tilted his head. “You always this intense when you’re working?”

You ignored him.

“Bet you’re fun when you finally let go.”

You snapped your head up. “Bet you’re still a spoiled asshole when you shut up.”

He stared at you for a moment. Something flickered behind his eyes. Not just amusement—something closer to interest.

He leaned in a little. “You’re so hot when you hate me.”

“I’m always hot.”

He laughed. It was loud. Too loud for the library. A girl from the next table glared.

You shoved your chair back and stood up. “Come back when you’re serious.”

“Wait—”

“I’m not wasting time on a fake partner and a fake coffee.”

You walked away, bag slung over your shoulder, head high.

And behind you, Riki was still smiling.

Because for someone who claimed you weren’t playing the game—

You sure made it fun.

You expected him to flake.

After the mess that was your first study session—if you could even call it that—you assumed he’d go back to parties, girls, skipping class, and rolling joints behind the gym.

You did not expect him to show up the next day.

On time.

With a notebook.

And a bag of spicy chips that he wordlessly dropped in front of you.

You stared at the bag. Then at him.

“What’s this?”

“Peace offering.”

You frowned. “You think you can just buy my forgiveness with chips?”

He shrugged. “They’re your favorite.”

“…How do you know that?”

He leaned his chin into his palm, voice annoyingly casual.

“You always eat them during calc. Third period. Right after your quiz. You shake the crumbs into your mouth like a savage.”

You blinked.

“You’re stalking me now?”

“Just observant,” he said, tapping his pen against the table. “Can we work now, or do you wanna keep pretending you hate me?”

You did hate him. Didn’t you?

You opened your laptop and said nothing.

It kept happening.

Study sessions where he actually took notes.

Group chats where he actually replied.

Class presentations where he actually spoke and didn’t just lean back with a smug smile.

It was unnerving.

“Okay, what the hell is going on,” you finally said one day after school, slamming your binder shut as he bit into a banana muffin he brought “for brain fuel.”

Riki blinked at you, mouth full. “What?”

“This.” You motioned between you two. “You being nice. Helpful. Actually participating. What’s your angle?”

He swallowed, brushing crumbs off his lip with the back of his hand. “Damn. Can’t a guy just try?”

“No. Not you.”

He tilted his head. “Maybe I wanna change.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just sat back in his chair, watching you with that unreadable expression he only ever wore when he forgot to flirt. It made your stomach do a weird twist.

“Maybe I like spending time with you,” he said softly.

You scoffed. “No you don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t flirt back. Because I don’t fall for your dumb lines. Because I don’t let you copy my work.”

He smiled, a little sad now. “Maybe that’s why I do.”

You stared at him.

The library suddenly felt too quiet. Too small. Like the table between you wasn’t doing much to keep him out of your head.

He looked away first. Back down at the notes.

You cleared your throat. “Well. This part’s due Friday. Don’t mess it up.”

His voice was quieter than before. “I won’t.”

You didn’t know what this was anymore.

But you knew it was dangerous.

Because you didn’t hate him like you used to.

And he didn’t look at you like it was a game.

The school courtyard was loud—too many voices, music playing from someone’s speaker, and the metallic sound of soda cans cracking open. But all of it faded the moment Riki saw you.

You were laughing.

With Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood way too close, one hand resting casually on the brick wall behind your head like this was some goddamn rom-com. You had your arms crossed, head tilted, eyes narrowed in a way that Riki knew meant you were annoyed—but not annoyed enough to leave.

And Sunghoon knew it too.

“Bro,” Jungwon muttered next to him, following his gaze. “Chill.”

“I’m not even doing anything,” Riki said, jaw tight.

“You’re literally crushing that Red Bull can with your bare hand.”

Riki forced himself to breathe.

He watched as Sunghoon leaned in, said something in your ear. You shoved his shoulder, and he laughed, obnoxious and loud.

Riki hated how his stomach twisted.

He started walking over before he could stop himself.

You saw him coming before you heard him—Riki, storming across the quad like a stormcloud in a hoodie, hair a little messy, lips pressed into a tight line.

Sunghoon grinned.

“Well,” he said under his breath, “look who’s about to explode.”

You glared at him. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Obviously.”

“Asshole.”

“Love you too.”

“Yo.” Riki stopped in front of you both, ignoring Sunghoon entirely. “Can I talk to you?”

You blinked. “I’m in the middle of—”

“Now.”

You looked at Sunghoon, who held up both hands in mock surrender, eyes gleaming. “Don’t let him cry, Y/N.”

You turned to Riki. “What is your problem?”

“What are you doing with him?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know I needed your permission to talk to someone.”

“You don’t,” he snapped. “Just not him.”

“Oh my god.” You turned to leave, but he grabbed your wrist—not hard, just enough to stop you.

“Let go.”

“Why him?” he asked, voice low now. Almost broken. “Out of everyone—why Sunghoon?”

You pulled your hand back. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Then act like it.”

You left without another word.

And Riki? He stood there, watching you walk away from him—again.

He hated it.

So that night?

He did something stupid.

You weren’t going to go to the party.

You had every intention of staying home, buried in essays and your hoodie. But Yoonchae sent a picture—

Riki. On the couch. With a girl in his lap.

So of course you went.

You shouldn’t have. But you did.

The house was too loud. You pushed through bodies, sweat and smoke and spilled beer sticking to your skin.

And there he was.

Nishimura Riki.

Hoodie off. White t-shirt clinging to his chest. A redhead straddling him, giggling into his neck, nails dragging across his shoulder as he smirked at something Jay said.

You froze in the doorway.

He didn’t see you yet.

Or maybe he did. And just didn’t care.

You turned to leave, something sharp clawing its way through your chest—

“Y/N?”

You stopped.

He was standing now. The girl still clinging to him. But he was looking at you.

Only you.

Your voice was flat. “You look busy.”

He flinched.

The redhead leaned in closer. “Riki, come on—”

He shook her off, stepping toward you. “It’s not what it looks like.”

You laughed. “You’re really gonna use that line?”

He looked like he wanted to say something else. Something real. But then you saw it—Sunghoon, standing by the kitchen, arms crossed, watching.

Riki looked too.

And then he made his choice.

He turned back to the girl, tugged her back onto the couch.

Didn’t say a word.

And you walked out.

Jealousy?

It wasn’t a game anymore.

It fucking hurt.

You avoided him all week.

Didn’t show up to the library. Didn’t reply in the group chat. Didn’t even glance in his direction during class.

If the professor mentioned “group partners,” you raised your hand and asked if you could switch.

He didn’t say anything when the professor said no.

He just sat there, staring at the back of your head like it might catch fire.

Friday. After school.

You stayed late to finish a lab report.

The hallway was quiet when you finally left, your backpack slung over one shoulder, earbuds in, head down.

You didn’t hear the footsteps until they were too close.

“Y/N.”

You froze.

Riki.

He was standing at the bottom of the stairwell, hoodie pulled over his head, hands in his pockets, eyes dark.

You tried to walk past him.

“Wait—”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

He stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “You’re mad at me.”

“No shit.”

“Why?”

You scoffed. “You’re joking, right?”

He shook his head. “You were talking to Sunghoon like you didn’t even know I existed.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed bitterly. “You were literally being felt up on a couch while I was in the room.”

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Right. Because why would I show up to a party full of fake friends and even faker boys.”

He flinched.

Silence.

The air between you was hot. Heavy. Tense in a way it hadn’t been before. This wasn’t teasing anymore.

This was real.

You stared at him. “What do you want from me, Riki?”

His voice cracked. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Is this part of your game? Make me fall for you? Win a bet with your loser friends?”

“No—”

“Then what? What do you want from me?”

He took a step closer.

And then another.

And another.

Until your back hit the wall behind you.

And he was standing so close you could feel the heat of him through your shirt.

You could smell him—faint cologne, laundry detergent, the ghost of a cigarette.

His voice was hoarse. Quiet. Broken.

“You hate me, right?”

You stared at him.

He looked desperate.

Like he wanted you to say yes.

So he could believe it.

So he could let you go.

You whispered, “So much.”

And then you kissed him.

Hard.

Like you meant it.

Like you’d been waiting months.

His hands found your waist like it was instinct, pulling you in, pressing you flush against him as he kissed you back like he couldn’t breathe without it.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was messy. Bruised. Real.

His mouth was hot, open, needy against yours. Your hands fisted in his hoodie. His tongue dragged across your bottom lip and you gasped—and he took advantage of it, groaning into your mouth like he was starving.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, your lips were swollen, and his hands were still on your waist like he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

You whispered, “Tell me this isn’t just a game.”

He stared at you.

Didn’t answer.

Didn’t say yes.

Didn’t say no.

And your heart cracked.

Because you knew.

And you kissed him again anyway.

You barely made it through the front door.

His hoodie was bunched in your fists, your lips on his before you even got your shoes off, stumbling into his house like gravity itself was pushing you together.

“Upstairs,” he breathed, kissing your jaw, your neck, his voice rough. “Please—upstairs—”

You didn’t answer.

Just grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the staircase like you were going to die if you didn’t touch him properly right now.

His bedroom was big, dark, stupidly expensive like the rest of the house—but you didn’t care.

The second the door shut, you shoved him back against it, kissing him like you hated him. Like you didn’t hate him. Like you didn’t know the difference anymore.

Riki groaned into your mouth, hands gripping your hips so tight it hurt.

“Fuck,” he whispered, breath ragged. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You pulled his hoodie off.

Then his shirt.

He let you.

Let you stare.

Let you touch.

Let you make him fall apart with just your hands and mouth and teeth.

“You like this, huh?” you murmured against his throat. “You like being wanted?”

His breath hitched. “Only by you.”

You paused.

That made him flinch.

“I didn’t mean—” he tried, but you kissed him again before he could finish. Because maybe you didn’t want to hear what came after. Not yet.

The back of your knees hit the bed.

He pushed you down, climbing over you, breathing hard.

But he stopped.

Eyes flicking over your face.

His voice was quieter now. Fragile.

“You sure?”

You nodded. “Don’t make me beg.”

His mouth curved.

But his hands were careful.

He touched you like you were made of secrets, kissed you like he was trying to apologize for something he hadn’t said yet.

And when he finally pressed into you, slow and deep and desperate—he buried his face in your neck and groaned your name like it broke him.

You weren’t quiet either.

Couldn’t be.

Not with the way he moved.

Not with the way he whispered things like:

“You feel so good—fuck—so good…”

“Thought about this every night since the library…”

“Didn’t know I could want someone like this.”

You moaned into his shoulder, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he thrust into you, faster now, rougher, hands trembling where they held your thighs.

“Riki—” you gasped, nails digging into his back.

He groaned, desperate and breathless. “Say it again.”

“Riki.”

“Again.”

“Riki—please—”

He kissed you hard, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, deep enough to make your breath hitch, your back arch, your voice crack.

“You’re mine,” he whispered.

You nodded, dazed, dizzy. “Yeah.”

He kissed your jaw.

Then your mouth.

Then your neck.

“You don’t get it,” he panted. “You’re not like the others. You’re fucking worse. You’ve ruined me.”

And he meant it.

Because when you came—when he followed, moaning into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut like it hurt—

He didn’t stop holding you.

Even after.

Even when it got quiet.

Even when your breathing slowed and your voice broke on a whisper:

“Now what?”

He just held you tighter.

Didn’t have an answer.

Didn’t let go.

You woke up tangled in sheets that weren’t yours.

In a bed too soft, a room too quiet, with arms around you that still didn’t feel real.

Riki was still asleep. Bare chest rising and falling. His mouth was a little open. Messy hair. A faint bruise blooming on his neck from where you’d bitten him.

You stared at him.

At the boy who made you want things you didn’t know how to want.

And something inside you clenched.

This was stupid.

This was dangerous.

You started to sit up, needing space. Needing to think.

But Riki mumbled, still half-asleep. “Where are you going…”

You paused. “Home.”

His eyes opened, still hazy. “No.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No?”

He pulled you back into him, burying his face in your neck like a sulky puppy. “Stay.”

“I can’t.”

He kissed your collarbone. “Please.”

You were going to argue—really—but then his hand slid under the sheet again, warm and slow, and—

Yeah.

You stayed.

You were in his bathroom when you heard it.

He thought you were gone. Or still asleep.

His phone rang.

You wouldn’t have listened—really, you wouldn’t have—if it wasn’t on speaker.

Sunghoon’s voice.

“So? Did you finally win the bet?”

Everything stopped.

Your body went cold.

Riki laughed—laughed.

“Define win.”

Sunghoon whistled.

“No way. You actually slept with her?”

Silence.

Then—

“Shit, Riki. You actually caught feelings, didn’t you?”

You didn’t hear his answer.

You were already grabbing your stuff.

He caught you halfway down the stairs, shirt half on, hair a mess.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t look at him. “Home.”

“Wait—what happened?”

You whirled around. “Seriously? You’re gonna pretend like you don’t know?”

His face paled. “Wait, no—just let me explain—”

You shoved him back. “A bet, Riki?”

He flinched.

“You used me. You made me feel—fuck.” Your voice cracked, hands shaking. “And I was stupid enough to believe it was real.”

“It was real!” he shouted. “It is—I swear—I didn’t mean—”

“What?” you snapped. “You didn’t mean to fall for the girl you were using? Didn’t mean to make it worse?”

He opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

Because he couldn’t say anything that wouldn’t make it worse.

You blinked fast. Didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him.

But your voice broke anyway.

“I was the one person who didn’t fall for your bullshit. And now I’m just another girl you can laugh about.”

He reached for you.

You stepped back.

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Please—don’t leave like this—”

But you were already walking away.

And he didn’t follow.

Not until the door shut.

Not until he was alone in the silence you left behind.

It had been a week.

One week since you walked out of Riki’s house.

One week since he stopped showing up to class.

One week since your phone blew up with texts you refused to read.

You deleted every one.

Except the last.

riki (2:31 a.m.)

i fucked up.

i miss you.

i swear i never meant for this to happen. not like this.

You stared at it sometimes. At that little “i miss you.”

It made your chest twist in ways you hated. Ways you couldn’t stop.

But you didn’t answer.

You couldn’t.

Because if you did—

You knew he’d ruin you again.

He showed up at school the next Monday.

Dark circles under his eyes. Hoodie pulled low over his face. Ignoring everyone.

Except you.

You felt it before you saw him.

That heat. That gravity. The air in the room bending.

You looked up.

He was already staring.

Eyes wide. Red. Like he hadn’t slept.

You looked away.

So he crossed the room.

“Can we talk?” His voice was hoarse.

You didn’t answer.

“Please.”

People were staring. You hated that.

So you stood up. “Fine.”

You walked down the hall, through the back doors, into the empty courtyard. He followed like a shadow.

When you turned around, he flinched like you’d slapped him.

“I know,” he said, before you could even speak. “I know I don’t deserve anything. Not your forgiveness. Not even this conversation. But—”

You didn’t let him finish.

“What was I to you, Riki?”

His lips parted.

“You want to talk? Talk. So talk. Was it just a game?”

“No.” His voice cracked. “Not after the first week.”

You scoffed.

“I’m serious,” he said, stepping closer. “At first—yeah. It was ego. I was stupid. You were the one person who didn’t want me and it made me—fuck—I don’t know, obsessive.”

You stared.

“But then you smiled at me. You teased me. You saw me when no one else did. You made me want to be better. And I hated it. And I loved it. And I—”

“Riki—”

“I’m in love with you.”

Silence.

He stepped even closer. “I’m in love with you,” he repeated, voice lower, more broken. “I don’t know when it happened. Somewhere between your eye rolls and the way you looked at me like I wasn’t just some rich asshole.”

Your throat tightened.

“I tried to play it cool,” he whispered. “Tried to keep fucking around, pretending you didn’t matter, but you did. You ruined me for everyone else.”

You blinked fast. “You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did.”

“I know. I know.” He swallowed hard. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it if I have to. That it wasn’t fake. That I meant it. That I still do.”

And then—

Softer.

“You can punch me. You can tell me to fuck off. Just don’t walk away again without knowing I’d do anything to make this right.”

You stared at him.

Really stared.

At the boy who used to be unbearable.

Cocky. Cold. Beautiful.

And now looked like he’d fallen off the pedestal he put himself on.

Crashed into the ground.

All because of you.

“Say it again,” you said.

“What?”

“What you said. Just now.”

He swallowed. “I’m in love with you.”

And you didn’t mean to.

You didn’t plan it.

But you kissed him.

Hard. Messy. Angry. Loving.

He kissed you back like he was dying.

Fingers in your hair. Hands trembling. Like if he let go for even a second, he’d lose you again.

You pulled back first.

His forehead dropped against yours.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“I want to stay mad.”

“Then stay. Just don’t leave.”

You closed your eyes.

And let yourself fall.

This time—

You didn’t hit the ground alone.

#✦ 𓂂 ℐ𝗏𝗒’𝗌 𝖽͟𝗂͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗒﹒ 爱⸝⸝#enhypen nishimura riki #nishimura riki x you #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen niki #nishimura riki #niki x reader #ni ki #enhypen x reader #riki x reader #enhypen riki #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #nishimura riki smut #niki smut

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melled42 · 9 months ago

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Idk if this is a huge request or not, but could you explain more about Bell? (The shitten in your au)

I would be thankful, take care.

Yeah, ive done like... 3 pieces of her max but she gets SO many asks lol. the story isn't really ready for her yet, and i'd like to finish what im working on before i do more with her, but i'll give the basic rundown.

she LITTERALY started as a joke baby post but she got so much interaction i said i'd expand on her design and now she seems to just have a following of simps (oops, like lamb like daughter)

most of the old ideas for ewen and nari with her are out of date now on the art, but heres a bunch of plot and some unposted sketches under cut

Nari and Ewen are married and leading the cult still. all the siblings have kids, grandkids and even great grandkids (excluding shamura). Its only after they decide having a child is someone for them to love and raise, not someone who they're forcing the cycle of trauma on that they have Bell. And they adore her. While growing up, one by one, the former bishops, all her aunts, uncles, and shamura decided it was time to peacefully end their long lives. So she sees death as a good thing, the satisfying end to a long life story. So when Ewen and Narinder are ready to die together, even though they say she doesn't have to, she takes on the crown and ends if for them with a last "i love you" between them. She runs the cult now which is more themed around their shared neck wound "rings" and their relationship than just the lamb. She's called "the black sheep" by her followers (or queen if they're kinky, princess when shes younger). she wields the crown as a pair of horns and a sythe, sine the cult of the black rings also referenced Ewen's large black horns and she keeps up the theme.

Baal and Aym are her "brothers" (more of her body guards and technically her cousins but she refuses to call them anything else) and her body guards, staying after their master's death. They've known her since she was a baby and still treat her as one sometimes. She's VERY protective over them, but also will bully them sometimes, like kicking their asses when training and saying they're just going easy on her like when she was a kid, knowing full well she's overpowered by the crown.

Because shes such an oddity, the mystic seller assigned one of their followers to keep an eye on her and, much like her "ba ba" she found the overpowered demigod shes now obsessed with. With some help from Ewen before they passed, they were able to translate their glyphs. Now that helper follows her around disguised as a poor imitation of a regular mortal to better understand her and the mortal realm. Or at least thats what she convinced them to do since she wants them around <3 probably not to their masters liking lol. I haven't decided on a name yet. Bell eventually give them the purple crown (they/it)

Before they left, Narinder was trying to reawaken the crowns, whether for the memory of his siblings, or that the cult was growing too large to be centered on the red crown. They're not very powerful right now and Bell is the leader of the others, more like a babysitter.

The blue crown is with Kalliope (kalli for short) (she/her), a distant relative of Kallamar's who had to fight, both physically and socially, with all her other of age relatives to get the chance, since Kallamar's polycule made a LOT of kids and grand kids. She's kind of bitchy about it and whines about everyone not respecting her or how hard she worked. shes a flamboyant cuttlefish and trans femme. also the crown is worn like an earring. Bell has little tolerance for her and they have a lot of bitchy girl fights.

The green crown is with isop (a kinda combo of isopod and aesop) (he/him) who is a rubber ducky isopod. he's Leshy's great great grandkid, and really only god the crown because no one else on the peaceful forest farm leshy put together in his later years really wanted it and figured it meant free babysitting. he's pretty young and small with a fascination for chaos and violence that only little kids without developed social perception can have, though he more watches at this point. The others tend to carry him or he rolls around in a little ball. The crown is worn like glasses.

The orange crown is with Mycelia (lia for short) (they/them plural) who is a homunculus mushroomo made through experimentation by Heket and Sozo before they died. they're the only one who is actually older than Bell. They're undying because they're a hive mind of all the mushroomo, who have been progressively growing. They can see everything the others see, can spout new bodies when needed and even feed on their own dead bodies. Bell sometimes just kills them when they're frustrated with them or other things. They'd be a threat but they're very monotone and emotionless about pretty much everything and don't care. They've worked with the red crown just because death is a natural boon to fungus and keeps them alive. The orange crown is worn as a necklace.

Heres some sketches since I haven't been able to get the designs to my liking but people keep asking so :T

#narilamb #cult of the lamb #shitten #rod #rod au #bell

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bkgml · 2 years ago

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Omg! Just found your profile and I literally fell in love with your writing, it’s AMAZING! That’s why I’m here to request a Bakugo x fem!reader where the reader has a telekinesis quirk and overworks herself during practice. After that Katsuki can’t seem to find her anywhere until he searches in her room and find her in bed with lights off and just enter protective boyfriend mode? Thank you so much, hope you’ll write it! 🧡🧡🧡

you felt your head pounding as you stare down at the gym mat. you’ve been training heavily all afternoon and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your limit.

“yn, you good?” sero asks stepping closer to your hunched over form.

your eyebrows furrow and your ears ring. god your head is pounding.

“yeah.” you mutter weakly, breathing deeply through your nose.

“you’ve trained enough for today, go rest up for the test tomorrow.” he says sternly.

“no i’m good, one more round.” you say, standing to your full height in an attempt to mask your pain.

“you’re gonna fucking pass out. go upstairs.” he says, pushing you gently in the direction of the gym doors.

“fine fine i’m going.” you laugh weakly, stumbling outside.

“and drink some fucking water!” he yells.

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“i’m gonna kick your ass.” katsuki snarls.

kirishima just knocked him down and katsuki is not happy.

“bro, you’re getting weaker.” kirishima teases, way to poke the beast.

katsuki launches into another attack, pummeling kirishima.

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after your quick shower, you stumbled into bed and pulled out your phone.

*calling: katsuki <3*

straight to voicemail.

you sigh, trying to relax, but the stress of your combat test as well as your sore muscles are forcing you to stay awake.

*calling: serooo*

“yo, yn! this fight is crazy, kirishima and bakugou are killing it!”

“nice!” you attempt to sound excited, but you feel like shit.

“…so, katsuki’s still training then?” you say sadly.

“uh yeah he is, do you want me to get him though?” he offers.

“no, it’s okay. just tell him to call me when he’s free, okay?”

“yeah, course. bye, feel better!” he cheers.

“bye sero.” you mumble, arm flopping back on the bed.

you’re so frustrated. you just want to relax and sleep but you can’t manage to.

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“hey bakugou.” sero says, running up to him after katsuki finishes sparring.

“hm?” he hums while chugging his water.

“yn told me to tell you to call her.” katsuki’s eyes furrow.

“where is she?” he asks.

“she’s in her dorm. she overworked herself during training, looked like shit.” he replies.

katsuki frowns deeply, pushing past sero and through the gym doors.

“fuckin told her… don’t overwork yourself… just can’t listen.” he grumbles, trudging in the direction of your dorm.

he creaks your door open slowly to not wake you.

“suki?” you murmur, head lifting to peer at your door.

“what are you doing up?” he sighs.

“can’t sleep.” you whine.

“yn i told you not to fuckin overwork yourself.” he grumbles, shutting the door behind him.

“i’m just really stressed out right now, kats. ‘m sorry.”

he sighs, walking over to thread his fingers through your hair.

“i know angel. we can train more tomorrow, you just need to rest properly in between spars, okay?” he says, kissing your forehead softly.

you nod and grab his hand.

“come here.” you whisper, eyes flicking up to his.

“i’m so sweaty. gonna have a quick shower.” he explains and you frown lightly.

“5 minutes. just rest, alright?” he kisses your head before walking into your bathroom.

you try to breathe and relax to the white noise of the shower but your headache overpowers your exhaustion.

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“why aren’t you asleep?” he frowns, grabbing boxers from a drawer he occupies.

“i can’t, im too nervous for the test.” you frown, getting frustrated.

“you’re going to pass, i promise.” he says, dragging the towel over his hair while walking over to you.

your frustration builds tears in your eyes causing you to turn away from him.

katsuki sighs, climbing into bed and cradling you gently.

quiet sobs fill the room and you bring your hand up to harshly wipe at your eyes.

“let me kiss you.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

you turn in his grip and bury your face into his chest.

you remain there until your tears stop and you lift your head to look into his eyes, pecking his lips.

he stops you from pulling away by resting his hand on the back of your head, thumb rubbing up and down to massage your scalp.

you sigh into the kiss and feel your eyelids grow heavy.

“sleep now.” he murmurs against your hairline.

you nose at his jaw softly, tucking your face into his neck.

“night.”

he cradles you in his arms.

“night.” he says, smiling against your scalp.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugou x yn #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader

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revehae · 1 year ago

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!!!!

this but more cnc but also not cnc ??? but like what if experienced reader is so good at playing innocent and she plays into their fantasy of a naive stepsis on purpose. they so easily fall for it and “take advantage of her” fully believing that it’s real but it isn’t

am I making sense ?

the perfect victim type beat IM FEELING IT walk with me walk with me. this might suck because im sleepy but it’s either now or like 16 hours from now // tw dubcon(?), stepcest

stepbro!member who is always, always gooning. you can’t help but hear him beating his meat night after night, moaning and groaning, and the sound always makes you wetter than you care to admit. some nights you even dare touch yourself, always much quieter than he is though, and frustrated because it’s never enough to fulfill your fantasies.

until your laptop decides to take it’s last breath one day in the middle of a very hectic school week and you need something in its place until you can get it repaired. stepbro!member’s laptop is always available, somewhere in his bedroom, and you take it while he’s napping, not bothering to ask. you’re not surprised to open it and immediately be met with a porn browser. he probably had a nut so massive it put him to sleep. but you are curious as to what gets him off, and it does take you by surprise to see something about “Hardcore Non Con” in the browser.

in the comfort of your bedroom, you secretly watch the entire video, starting it over from where he left off. which is surprisingly far. he must’ve been edging the entire time. either way, you watch it for yourself, imagining him doing all the things that happen - cruel, disgusting things that you know you shouldn’t want but can’t help but picture him doing and saying. you get off way too fast, as always when he’s your muse. it’s not until you climax that you think of the unthinkable… how to bait him into fucking you. you would be whatever he wanted you to be if it meant you got what you wanted.

you manage to sneak his laptop back into his room before he woke up, but popping back a few hours later when he was wide awake. “i have a question,” you say, shutting his door behind yourself with your hands behind your back, pretending to be shy. “what’s noncon?”

he is surprised to hear these words come from your mouth, and immediately glances to his laptop that he hadn’t touched since… well, since before his nap. “why are you asking?” he questions, suspicious. you reply back quietly, “i may or may not have taken your laptop…” he is even more taken aback by this, and appears a little frantic. “you did what?” he exclaims. “you didn’t see the tab?” you knew that he would ask that, considering it was glaring you straight in the face upon opening his laptop, and readily lied, “no…? i didn’t click it, the screen opened on a youtube tab.” you continued seemingly obliviously, “is it a workout thing?”

stepbro!member snorts at this, amused by your innocence but immediately noticing the opportunity to take advantage of your ignorance. when he asks if you want him to demonstrate, you reply with a reluctant, “sure…?” trying to hide the way you tense with excitement at what’s to come.

he beckons you over. the shock on your face is only pretend when he presses you into his mattress, trapping you beneath his body weight. you try to move but he’s stronger than you, and being overpowered only serves to make your thighs press together with need. “stay fucking still,” he hisses in a tone darker than you’ve ever heard from him. you play your role too, reaching out to try and stop him when he yanks at your shorts, only for him to lock your arms behind your back. you call out his name, whining, “s-stop it, you can’t do that. we’re siblings.”

“i don’t give a shit. you wanted me to demonstrate, didn’t you?” he snaps, running his fingers over your folds. the sensation makes you gasp and your knees buck against his mattress. “you’re fucking wet. don’t act like you’re not begging for this. stupid slut.”

you shake your head, denying it, even though it’s true. your body tremors with excitement, but he mistakes it as fear and chuckles. “please,” you beg, “let me go. i’m sorry. i won’t take your laptop anymore!”

“no you’re not,” he says, freeing his cock from his pants. it never takes him long to get hard again. you start to salivate the second it presses against your folds. “but you will be, fucking bitch.”

#nct dream smut #nct smut #lee haechan smut #mark lee smut #lee jeno smut #park jisung smut #na jaemin smut #renjun smut #chenle smut #nct dream hard hours #tw: dubcon #tw: stepcest

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kkayyerr · 8 months ago

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Not me checking everyday to see if you posted, im obsessed with your stories!

can i request Reader throwing a tantrum, and lke, i think in the regular being Rafe's girl it's a pretty toxic dynamic, and he is often rough with her, yanks her and stuff, just being not too soft and gentle with his touches when he's in a bad mood, a slight bad mood even.

And you know, childs usually pick up habits from adults, so when she regresses and she throws the tantrum she is like agressive with rafe like trying to push him or hit him and let's say its the first and only time that happens!:3 thats my scenario you can mold it however you want

Tough Love.

Summary: Rafe had always been tough with little!reader, but he got very surprised when he found out that his little girl is just as feisty as he is.

Warnings: Age regression, Dark!Rafe, non-sexual spanking, slight angst, unhealthy relationship. All SFW!!!

Author’s note: Thank you so much for your sweet words, I hope you’ll like this one!🫶🏻🥹

Rafe was very unpredictable the last couple of weeks. One day he could’ve spoil you, and the next day the only emotion that he would show towards you was anger. His touches became rough, somehow violent, even though he didn’t actually hit you or abuse you in any way. It was just who he was. He had never been very gentle. You knew him for a long time now, and you knew what you were getting yourself into by starting the relationship with him. What you didn’t know is that you would feel so small and overpowered by him all the time. Most of the time you felt weak. You knew that being with him was stressful for you because of his establishment. Rafe also seemed very tensed and anxious almost every day.

You started regressing more often, trying to hide from those thoughts and feelings, but they had only grown bigger.

It was a peaceful evening for you and Rafe, until you felt the urge to throw a tantrum out of nowhere. Of course it wasn’t out of nowhere; you were just tired of everything and severely overwhelmed. You needed to let those feelings out by crying and screaming, but Rafe didn’t know that. Your tantrum was just another irritating thing for him that he needed to stop before it would make him freak out.

„Baby, calm down.”

He said, approaching you, when you suddenly did what he wasn’t expecting you to do.

You hit him.

You slapped his face with the full force.

He just wanted to lean closer to you, so you would feel more grounded and comfortable, but you might’ve feel comfortable enough if you decided that you had a right to lay your little hand on him. He was surprised by your audacity. After everything he had put up with, he got a fucking handprint on his face?

Rafe’s eyes immediately darkened, and the loving look disappeared completely. He was pissed. However, he didn’t hit you back. He didn’t shove or push you. He just went straight to the couch and set down, patting his lap and looking at you.

„Over my knee.”

Your skin immediately covered in shivers. He had never used psychical punishments before, especially not spanking. The room was silent; you could only hear how fast your own heart beats. You were terrified of Rafe right now. Somehow that empty look on his face was much scarier than the anger that you got used to. You didn’t want him to hurt you, but he would either way, so you just made your way to the couch, carefully laying down on his lap.

You were scared, and the fact that you were regressed right now was only making the whole situation worse. Much worse.

Rafe’s hands landed on your back, and he caressed you a little bit in the soothing manner before giving you the first slap with his other hand.

„I hope you understand that Daddy don’t like punishing you, little one.”

The second slap was louder than the first one and felt just as painful. But this time pain mixed with the feeling of guilt. It was your fault; you shouldn’t have slapped him and shouldn’t have given him a reason to punish you. You wanted to be his good little girl after all.

„Why did you hit Daddy, hm?”

You felt tears falling from your eyes when he hit you once again. You covered your mouth with your little hand to muffle sniffling and crying sounds. Rafe had hold his laughter back, so he won’t be called a „meanie” later. It was cute how hard you were trying to keep on the strong girl act, even though he knew that it was all just a facade. You were way too vulnerable to be called strong.

„C’mon, answer me.”

Rafe said, giving you a last slap. He then immediately helped you sit, pulling you closer while you were on his lap, even though he knew that sitting might’ve been a little difficult for you right now. He gently took your hand away from your mouth, and you let out a couple of loud sobs, before finally answering.

„Wanted to feel stwong and big like you!”

Those words sounded funny because of your high-pitched childish voice, that was also still trembling from the crying. You didn’t sound like someone who is strong and big, especially not after you just got spanked. Rafe smiled softly; he almost felt sorry for you. How could someone be so stupid and so cute at the same time?

„But strong girls don’t need daddies. Do you want me to leave?”

Of course you didn’t want him too. You knew that you simply wouldn’t survive without him. You needed your Daddy, no matter how difficult it was to stick around him lately. You remember him also being there when it was hard to stick around you.

You shook your head, quickly hugging his neck, so that way he wouldn’t leave you or disappear. His calm breathing relaxed you. He was there, close to you, and he wasn’t mad.

It was strange to admit, but it was the first time in the last couple of weeks when both of you were calm and happy.

Taglist: @tinylilacbun @rafecameronsloverrrrr @aew-regression-cove

#obx #rafe cameron x reader #age regression fic #little!reader #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron #daddy!rafe x little!reader #dark!daddy!rafe

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st4rwritez · 8 months ago

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Request: can you do a caitlin fic where the reader is mad at her and caitlin tries to make it up to her and the reader forgives her and it's really cute?

(I actually was working on a story like this so this is perfect omg!! Tysm for the request! ❤️❤️)

Apologies

Caitlin Clark x reader

Summary: Request above!!

Warnings: None, fluff and a little angst!

No spell check again sorry if messy 🥲🥲❤️

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

You knew since it was the off season caitlin would be busy, with all her fancy nike ads and pointless interviews.

But never would you think she would be this busy.

It was a cold fall evening when you and caitlin had decided to have a movie night together after she got back from a photo shoot.

It was the first time just the two of you were able to hangout one on one for almost a month, So to you it was important that it actually happens.

You loved cait but the repeating instance of her missing out on special things and planned dates was not pleasing you.

It was around 3:00 when you decided to start laying out snacks and cozying up your small apartment living room, placing down you and Caitlin’s favorite snacks on the coffee table.

It was getting close to 4:00 when caitlin should be home so you got a set of pajamas on and waited for her on the couch scrolling through instagram.

30 minutes had passed and the time hit 4:15 with no sign of caitlin, checking her location, it was set at the same studio she was at for the shoot.

A pulse of anger and sadness grew throughout your body, yet you still held onto a little hope knowing the studio wasn’t too far. Maybe she was just packing up now? Or maybe they had to re shoot something?

Yet 2 hours went by and there was no trace of caitlin nor any signs of her going home.

Disappointed you cleaned up the blankets spread across the couch letting a small tear fall onto the blanket you were folding up.

Just then the door to your apartment opened and in walked caitlin, the same backpack and clothes she wore earlier still on her.

“Y/N i know what your going to say and im sorry i just-“ she said

You cut her off before she could say anything else. “You just what?!” You said before going on.

“Im sick of this caitlin, you never show up anymore i don’t get it.” You said fighting back tears as you turned to face her.

“I do..i do show up its just.” She paused “i have a busy schedule you get that Y/N. You out of all people should understand” she stepped closer to you guilt playing on her face.

“Name one time you have shown up for me in the past month caitlin”

She stopped unable to answer.

“Exactly, I do everything for you I plan our dates, i come to all your boring ass games, and i put in time for you.” Tears now filled your face unable to hold any back now.

She stood there speechless guilt overpowering her anger.

“Im sick of your excuses. you know i just want to be loved sometimes and you cant even do that for me. Im done caitlin. ” You said before walking off into the bathroom to calm yourself.

Caitlin stood there ashamed and stunned. Sitting on the couch for a moment to collect her thoughts before she saw one of the bowls you hadn’t cleaned up from her late appearance.

Just then she had an idea, she grabbed a few left over bowls setting them on the table and rummaged through the cabinets finding some snacks pouring them into each bowl.

Next she looked through the fridge for spare cookie dough you had made for her from a week or so prior taking it out of the fridge and placing it onto a cookie sheet.

She pre heated the oven and poured you both a glass of wine and took her heating blanket from your guys room and placed it on the couch plugging it in and putting some blankets and pillows on top.

Once the oven was heated she popped the cookies in and placed all the snacks onto the table with the two glasses of wine.

Knowing like most fights you would usually take a shower and do self care after to decompress she knew she had time.

She decided to splurge and run out to the jewelry store across your apartment complex and get the pair of earrings you wanted that she put on hold for you so she could buy them for you.

By the time she got home the cookies were done and she set the earrings in a gift bag drawing your name on it with a heart, next to it were the words “I’m so sorry, i love you”

She heard the shower stop and knocked on the door leaning on it slightly. “Y/N im so sorry, you were right.. I do need to spend more time with you so will you please watch a movie with me.”

She waited for a second now standing right in front of the door before you opened it and walked out in your pajamas.

“Fine. And Im sorry for calling your games boring i promise you they’re not.” She smiled at you leading you to the living room.

You saw the living room adorned with blankets, wine, and snacks placed on the coffee table, but most importantly the gift bag sat right next to the cookies.

“Caitlin what is this?” You said walking over with her to the couch picking up the gift bag.

“Open it” she said sitting down on the couch.

You opened the bag and saw a velvet case opening it softly and saw a pair of ruby red earrings with an engravement on the gold side that had c + y/i on it.

“Caitlin you know you didn’t have to!” You said smiling at her as you went to hug her sitting on the couch.

“I wanted to treat my girl as a sorry for being so careless.” She said running her hand through your wet hair as you laid your head on her shoulder.

“Well movie time?” She said and you nodded as she turned on a movie.

You waited for a moment before saying “You know i love you cait.” Looking up at her.

“I love you to Y/N more than anything.” She said looking down at you and then placing a kiss on your forehead.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #womens basketball #wbb x reader #iowa wbb #wbb #wnba

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daddyhausen · 2 years ago

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commision for — @the-anxious-youth

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• shut your mouth before i fuck it — rhea ripley •

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { rhea ripley masterlist }

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{ summary } — a house party for liv’s birthday turns sour for rhea upon catching you getting a bit to comfortable with the birthday girl. she reminds you exactly who you belong to.

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, wlw, oral sex, scissoring, strap-on, markings, hickeys, groping, public teasing, hair pulling, jealous sex, dominant x submissive dynamic, sub!reader, dom!rhea, mommy kink, brat taming, fingering, choking, forced orgasms, vaginal sex ,rough sex, penetrative sex, female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting

{ word count } — 4.2k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @cosmoholic13 @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @elsteenerico @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk

{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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the air was thick, a mix, a stench more like it of alcohol and tobacco flooded rhea’s nostrils, a cloud of smoke fluttered across her cheeks from an unknown and quite frankly intoxicated party goer, reeking of cheap whiskey and menthol, the scents alone caused no harm, but the combination of the almost vinegary scent of the cheap drink along with the pungent, and quite frankly overpowering mintiness of the menthol made her eyes water, desperately trying to suppress herself from dry-heaving. god, why does liv need to go above and beyond with her parties? they’d become meaningless in rhea’s eyes, just another year closer to death she always says, why would you feel the need to celebrate something so morbid?

rhea let her eyes tiredly scan liv’s kitchen, the room looked more like a barren wasteland than a place she could drunkenly cook breakfast in the morning, empty bottles and cups strewn across the floor, vodka spilling out from the closest one beside her feet as she tried her best to not ruin her shoes with the substance. a pizza box with the contents half eaten inside, an inebriated couple doing what she could assume was making out behind the counter, although she did not witness much kissing in the second she had made eye contact, more like clashing teeth and absentminded face sucking it seemed.

her ears began to ring from the sheer loudness of the music, it wasn’t an exhilarating ring you’d like the one you’d get during a concert, but more of a banshees shrill directly into her eardrums. she turned the corner into the living room, to find it more populated by inhabitants of the party, rhea was certain that she did not even recognise or know about ninety percent of the partygoers, maybe a handful at most, liv’s house almost about to burst at the seams from the amount of drunken bodies squished so tightly into one room.

she met the eyes of a partially drunk dominik, the youngest of her quartet slumped against the wall furthest from the crowd, eyes sunken with a drunken stupor, slowly batting in and out of sleep. a sober and steadier damian priest keeping a watchful eye over the judgment day’s protégé. rhea made her way towards them, keeping her side firmly pressed against the wall so as to not get lost in the crowd of intoxicated bodies.

damian met her gaze with a soft nod in acknowledgment, opting to stay silent rather than strain his voice with screaming over the blare of music and chatter. he motioned for dominik to do the the same, offering a light tap to the back of the boy’s head in encouragement and more to rouse him out of his intoxicated state. dominik stared up at rhea, eyes glassed over and bloodshot with inebriation, his head craned forward slightly with a small nod before slumping back against the wall.

“have you seen y/n anywhere?” she questioned through a yell, despite having leaned into priest’s ear. the tallest of the three, furrowed his brows at the question, almost trying to comprehend the words that had just left rhea’s lips.

“wasn’t she with you?” damien queried, the deep rumble of his voice seemed to match the bass of the music

“wasn’t she in the kitchen with liv?” dominik slurred, trying to stand before damian shoved him back down by the shoulder, a silent warning to keep still until he sobered up.

“i was just in the kitchen.” rhea retorted, her accent becoming more predominant and thick the more her anger and impatience swelled within her.

“what are we talking about?” an all too eager finn balor chimed in, that irish charm rang thick in his accent. hands full with whiskey, handing one to each member aside dominik, who gave a sour scowl, clearly not amused at the way he’s been cut off from the drink. damian, annoyed with having to play chaperone to the youngest, rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

“do you know where y/n is?” rhea responded with a dull, annoyed tone in her voice. “i’ve been looking for her for the past ten minutes”

“wasn’t she with you?” finn quipped with a puzzled expression.

“no.” rhea fumed, impatience burning inside her veins.

the irishman pondered in thought for a moment, pressing his shoulder into the wall as a group of stumbling drunks passed him by. rhea grew anxious at the prospect of her love being lost in a crowd of drink-fueled idiots, though her exterior remained cold and stubborn.

“out with it!-“ the sheer magnitude of rhea’s voice was enough to bring dominik out of his drunken stupor for a moment, the youngest butting the back of his head against the wall he’d been resting it on. a groan of pain followed, priest’s usually calloused demeanor broken for a second as he tried to stifle his giggles at poor dominik’s pain.

“alright, alright. don’t get your fucking panties in a twist, jesus.” finn resumed his train of thought, practially unfazed by rhea’s impatient mutterings.

“oh yeah, i remember now.” finn clicked his fingers all too chipperly upon his remembrance. “last i saw out in the yard with liv. by the pool i think.”

“thank you” rhea remarked, downing the drink before handing, well rather tossing the cup back at finn, who, along with priest and dominik stood perplexed. watching her squeeze through the sea of bodies.

“what’s her problem?” dominik questioned wearily, finally coming out of his beer and whiskey fueled haze.

“i’d rather not find out…” damian sighed, eyeing the now empty bottom of his drink.

finn gave a small sigh in contemplation, effectively choosing to ignore rhea’s attitude for the time being

“well, i don’t know about you lads but i’m getting me another drink”

rhea kept silent, shoving her way through the plethora of bodies, offering those who dared to question her motives a piercing glare. the glass sliding door glimmering with fairy lights strung loosely over the top frame, whatever she could make of the outside reminded her of an oasis. she could make out your figure through the smoke haze of the fog machine, she’d recognise your figure anywhere. she reached the door, peering out into the dead of night, the only light was from the living room, projecting out into the crystal blue of the pool.

there you sat at the edge of the pool, feet lazily swishing the water. your body only shielded from the gaze of others with a tight black, micro bikini. rhea cocked her eyebrows at the ensemble, noticing that it was definitely not the outfit you’d worn when arriving. the faith you’d put in that piece of cloth was astronomical. your breasts barely covered, bar your nipples, so full and round, the string keeping the piece together was holding on by a literal thread. her eyes traveled down reaching the axis of your hip, having to squint her eyes to even make out the matching thong. your perky ass in full view and on display for all onlookers to see.

rhea envisioned a scenario in her mind. the ensemble would burst at the seams, falling off your body like nothing more than a feather. your full breasts spilling out of the fabric, bouncing with their movements, so supple and soft. your pretty cunt bare and exposed, ready to accept punishment from her tongue and fingers. the buildup of wetness and arousal between rhea’s thighs just from the sight alone was almost too much to ignore, just to hear your sweet moans and pleas as she devoured your sweet pussy in front of everyone would definitely be a sight to behold. it was the perfect excuse and rhea needed the fresh air anyway.

the aroused trance faded for a moment as she came to. rhea gazed further into the night, further into you. another figure swam idly t your feet. the birthday girl had emerged from the watery depths, resting her head upon your thigh. liv’s eyes stared lustfully into yours, her lips eerily close to your clothed cunt, rhea observed the way you squirmed slightly whenever liv seemed to mutter out a sentence. your hand nestled in the blonde’s hair, massaging lightly, a playful glimmer in your eyes.

despite the shine of blue from the pool, rhea saw red. you were too sweet and naive to notice but rhea clearly understood liv’s lustful intentions, despite the two of you being friends. rhea kept her demeanor calm for the most part, trying to quell her anger whilst it boiled deep inside her chest. she stormed outside, almost certain she’d ripped the door clean off its hinges. she made a beeline for you, paying no mind to the birthday girl, she grabbed your wrist as you hastily tried to wrap a towel around your lower half and retrieve your clothing.

“rhea, what are you?-“

“we’re leaving.” rhea remarked bluntly, dragging you away.

“i’ll talk to you tomorrow liv!” you shouted through the middle of music and crowd noise, leaving the poor blonde alone in the pool.

rhea dragged you around to the side entrance, she did not want anymore unwanted eyes on the body she’d rightfully claimed as her own to stare at.

“hey! where are we going!?” you retaliated, trying to pry your arm from your girlfriend's grasp. she remained silent, a scowl permanent on her lips.

you’d made it to the car with much defiance on your part. she opened the door, practically throwing you in the passenger seat with a disgruntled groan. quickly taking her position in the driver's seat.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you seethed at the fiery aussie, who merely stared dead at the road, knuckles gripped tightly, flushed bone white against the leather of the steering wheel.

“hello?!-“

“why you gotta dress like a little whore around liv? you know she’s got the hots for you, princess”

“is that really your problem,” you scoffed “liv is just a friend and i can dress however i want it’s my body”

rhea’s hand released from the steering wheel, sneaking under the towel to tightly grip your exposed, still damp thigh. her strength alone sent a shiver down your spine and a thump of arousal straight to your core.

“princess…” she began. her eyes never leaving the road but her fingers creeping up to the string of the thong, toying with it between her fingertips

“i know your body better than anyone. i know how you feel, the way you taste, the way you liked to be manhandled and fucked out. i know things that liv only wished she knew”

you rolled your eyes at rhea’s statement, pretending that her words had no effect on you, despite the blush burning hot against your cheeks. her fingers caressing the skin of your hip with featherlight touches.

“so..?” you remarked, trying not to stutter through your words. “you don’t own me”

rhea gave a half hearted chuckle at your words

“oh sweetheart, but i do” she began. “who puts that pretty cunt to sleep at night? who makes you gush like a waterfall? who leaves you begging and screaming for more. it certainly ain’t liv”

a satisfied smirked crossed rheas lips, acting all proud as if she’s won the argument, if you’d even call it that, her fingers released the string with a tight snap against you skin, the feeling sent shockwaves to your core. rhea couldn’t help but let her eyes fall off the road for a moment, to your breasts again as she did by the pool, how they bounced and jiggled with every bump and dip in the road. if she weren’t driving right now she’d rip that microscopic piece of fabric right off your form.

“you’re so insufferable” you mumbled to yourself, loud enough for her to hear, folding your arms across your chest.

“you won’t be saying that when my head is buried between your thighs, sweetheart”

the rest of the drive home was met with disgruntled silence from both of you. rhea pulled up into the driveway in silence. only a glance on her part that allowed you to exit the car. you did albeit meekly with some retaliation, only for her glare to harden. she followed you up the stairs, grinding her hips against yours as you reached the front door, her hands held a death grip on your waist as you shakily fiddled with the keys.

“hurry up princess, don’t keep mommy waiting now”

you gulped thickly feeling her hands trail up your waist as you hastily unlocked the door. you entered, desperately trying to make a beeline for your bedroom but rhea held you back for a moment, kicking the door closed with the heel of her foot.

“hold on a second.” she ordered. keeping you grounded in your position momentarily. her fingers twirled the corner of the towel haphazardly tucked into itself, keeping a shield between your body and hers. she ripped it from your form with haste, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud.

she inspected your body for a moment, letting her hands roam your form, squeezing and groping your supple flesh in her palms.

“such a pretty little get up” she remarked at the two-piece. her hands coming up to cup your breasts in her large palms, feeling your nipples harder under the still-damp fabric.

“and why didn’t i get to see you in it first? why did you have to parade yourself in it for all those people to see, like a little whore?” rhea hummed against your skin, sucking and nipping the skin in the crook of your neck.

“i..” you mumbled through a moan as rhea’s hands grew more aggressive.

“c’mon, use your words like a big girl,” she teased, pinching your nipples through the fabric.

“i…i wanted to surprise you mommy…” you lied through your teeth. you just wanted the attention. rhea always gave you the utmost love and attention, but you wanted to experience it from strangers, feel their unknown eyes wandering your body, so hungry for a taste they’ll never get to try. you got off on it and you knew that secretly rhea did as well.

“hmm, sure you did princess” her lips popped against your skin, a reddish mark left in their wake, one that would take days to heal. she snapped the strap of the bikini top against your skin, earning a harsh hiss on your part.

“upstairs.” she commanded. following you close as you trudged up the stairs, arousal pooling between your thighs. she pushed you into the bed harshly, already positioning herself between your thighs. your fingers hooked into the string of your thong to pry them down for her before she swatted your hand away with a rough slap.

“keep ‘em on”

you obeyed.

she licked a hot stripe against the fabric. the faint feeling of her tongue pressed against your covered clit had you shivering. she gave soft kisses to your core, tonguing the flesh around your clit, bypassing your sensitive pearl each time. you whined in frustration, wanting her to just devour your cunt.

“what?” she smirked. “you didn’t think i was gonna play nice with you after that stunt you pulled back there?”

you went pale at the thought. rhea was never ever liberal with her punishments.

“oh sweetheart. i’m gonna have so much fun with you”

she undid the ties to the thong. the small bows at your hips fell with ease. her slender fingers prying at the fabric, your cunt slick with arousal, leaving a damp spot in the material. you heard her hum in contentment, her tongue jutting out past her bottom lip, the glimmer of her tongue piercing just barely visible under the dull moonlight bleeding from the small cracks in the blinds.

“so wet for me…” she remarked, although her voice lowered, a growl almost present in her words. she kneeled before you, hooking her arms underneath your knees. dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. she marveled at the sight between your thighs, your cunt drenched, dripping with sweetness and warmth, she smirked to herself, knowing that it was indeed her doing.

with no warning she dived in, the cool sensation of her tongue piercing made you shiver as the metal made contact with your sensitive clit. she maintained eye contact throughout, those piercing blues staring directly into your soul as she devoured you. her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and nibbling at your swollen pearl. maybe you should flirt with liv more often if this were to be your punishment.

your hand fell into her hair, tugging at the dyed, coal black roots, pushing her head down so her tongue could fuck you senseless. she smiled into your warmth at the action, opting to accentuate your pleasure. she pulled away from your warmth for a second to speak, her breath heavy and labored.

“such a pretty girl, you love getting off on mommy’s tongue don’t you?” she cooed, keeping her lips close to your clit, peppering gentle, featherlight kisses to your outer walls each time you squirmed into yourself.

“yes mommy” you panted breathlessly, groping your breasts absentmindedly. she gave another soft smile, returning her head between your thighs, this time with the addition of two fingers, her middle and ring fingers. as she tongued your clit, slowly, making sure you could feel the metal of her piercing with each swirl, she added her fingers, beginning to spread your folds and fill your void with ease.

she would not go easy on you, oh no. despite her trickery, leading you into a false sense of security before she absolutely wrecked you. her tongue flicked your clit in rapid succession, her fingers pumping and curling deep inside your cunt. she kept her eyes on you, how you’d squeeze and toy with your breasts, the flesh now free from the miniscule restraint of the bikini top, pierced nipples now on display. rhea’s free hand came up to tug on one of the piercings, twirling the black bar between her thumb and forefinger, adoring the way you squirmed and whined at the new sensation.

“thats it you dumb little girl, fuck yourself on my fingers for me”

rhea could taste how close you were, how your cunt throbbed around her fingers, how your swollen clit twitched with every movement of her tongue. her spit spread across your folds and inner thighs, sweetness forming a pool in the bedsheets below. you could not hold out much longer, the pleasure was far too much for you to handle. you tried your best to refrain, to stop the flood gates from opening, and you knew there would be consequences if you were to cum without her permission.

“m-mommy-” you whimpered through choked moans, hips circling so your clit could receive more friction from her tongue.

“yes, baby” she hummed into your clit. her words buzzed against your skin, leaving you numb in pleasure, afraid to spill over. you held out for a moment, trying to come to but your words would not leave your throat, seemingly trapped like concrete in your chest.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” she queried, the twang of her australian accent running thick as she moaned into you. you nodded, far too hastily for you own liking. you would have liked to hold out for a moment or two longer, just for the feeling of her tongue but you couldn’t wait much more.

“then cum. show me how much of a good, obedient girl you can be”

you heeded her words, sweetness gushing like a fountain from between your thigh prompted by her. she smiled into you, drinking you in as if it were her first taste of heaven. and in heaven she was, she pried her fingers from your warmth, returning her hands under your thighs once more, dragging you closer so she could fuck you deeper with her tongue,

she’d left your thighs shaking upon coming down from your high, breathless and sopping wet as you tried to regain yourself. she silently excused herself to the closet, leaving you to bask in your post-orgasm thoughts for a moment or two, staring up at the ceiling you noticed the small chips of paint beginning to flake and the thin cracks around the lighting fixture, something you hadn’t really picked up on before. not that it mattered.

rhea soon returned, standing in front of you, her body bare, the only concealed parts of her skin were those covered in ink. her tattoos suited her frame so well, bringing character to an otherwise blank canvas. in her hand she held a harness and your favorite dildo. it was a simple, sleek design, black silicone with little purple hearts encased on the mold, roughly about eight inches in length and roughly five inches in girth. one that she had used on you many times beforehands.

you watched on silently as she prepared herself, her body hovering over yours as she fastened the toy into the harness. her breath labored slightly as she teased your folds with the tip of the toy, pressing it rather harshly against your swollen clit, a whimpered breath left your lips at the action.

“you gonna be a good little whore for mommy?” she questioned, cocking her eyebrow playfully as she stared you down, jutting her hips forward, the tip of the dildo grinding against your entrance. you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure once again rising between your thighs as her hips guided the toy across your clit.

“uh ah, sweetheart” she slapped your cheek lightly, rousing your eyes open.

“look at me” she demanded, taking you by the chin, forcing you to look up at her. she repeated her phrase. emphasizing each word that left her lips with a pause

“y-yes mommy…” you whimpered meekly, feeling her grip on your chin loosen. a smirk creeped upon her cheeks, sliding the toy deep inside without warning. a choked gasp left your throat, feeling the dildo fully succumbed inside your warmth, to the point where you could feel her warmth radiating through the thin harness.

“oh fuck, baby. look how well you take it” she forced your head to look down at yourself. how your cunt clenched around the thick toy, how it bobbed in and out of your warmth complemented by rhea’s thrusts.

“god…if i had a cock i would breed this pathetic cunt day and night” rhea’s growls resonated in the surrounding silence, echoing in your ears with such devilish praise. her body hovered over yours, securing you against the mattress, her breasts bouncing with every thrust she gave. you angled your head up slightly, the tip of your tongue barely grazing against her perky nipples, the buds swollen and hard from the chill of the midnight air.

rhea hissed in delight at the sensation, in response, her hips gave a rather hard thrusts, a whirlwind of moans fluttered from your lips. she let her head fall between the valley of your breasts, licking a hot stroke up your skin, sucking and nipping the area and the surrounding mounds of flesh, marking you up with lustful bruises, all in varying shades of purple and pink. she let her lips trail to your right nipple, kissing the sensitive, pierced flesh lightly before biting down on it, tugging the bar between her teeth, letting her tongue roll over your nipple, leaving a glossy wet trail in its wake.

“oh baby, you look so fucking good. you love getting dumbfucked don’t you, my sweetheart? there’s not a thought in that empty head of yours is there?”

her words mocking yet falling on deaf ears and very much so. there was nothing on your mind other than achieving orgasm. rhea fucked you so well that it made you legs weak, your mind grew hazy and rotten with all the filthy ways she could ruin you. rhea could sense your impending orgasm, opting to hook a leg over your shoulder, pressing down deep into you, feeling the tip of the toy hit your cervix with such delicious force.

“oh sweetie, you gonna cum? oh i know you do, just look at the way your pretty cunt throbs for me”

you felt a moan catch in your throat, your cunt so swollen and overstimulated, not just from the toy but from her tongue also. orgasm teetering in the edge of release

“mommy please! oh fuck yes- make me cum, mommy!”

rhea increased the speed of her thrusts, her own cunt soppy and dripping with sweetness.

“make a mess for mommy, baby. show me how a good girl cums”

you released, sweetness gushing like nectar from between your thighs. it’s a pity rhea couldn’t taste you for a second time, but watching you cum all over her makeshift cock was good enough for her. rhea pulled out of you, spurts of your warmth still squirting from you each time your cunt clenched and pulsed. she left you breathless, unable to speak for a moment.

“such a good girl” rhea praised, quickly removing the harness and the toy, throwing it to the floor beside the bed, before resting herself atop the headboard.

“now…” she began, tugging you lightly by the hair, leaving your head positioned between her thick, inked thighs.

“come give mommy a kiss”

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omniscient3teabag · 2 months ago

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billy batson wip im probably never gonna finish at all until i decide to lock in #1

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Okay, so. Billy has this… Thing. Well, it’s more like a perk if you think about it! Whenever he transforms into Captain Marvel, or vice versa, in front of others—people just don’t seem to notice! He suspected it to be coincidences the first few times he was caught detransforming, then let go even if they were looking for the Captain.

Though, you can’t really call it a coincidence after the second or third time he transformed with a crowd of pedestrians.. Billy questioned why they don’t think it’s odd that a kid—Teen, now-ish. He’s almost edging to ten! That counts, right?—takes Captain Marvel's place the moment lightning hits him, and he only got a shrug and a ‘It’s most likely because of how sudden it is.’ this or a ‘It’s just magic.’ that.

Which.. Were both valid points in all honesty. Being the Champion of Magic and all, I guess. So after getting the all clear(He didn’t.), he decided to toy with how much he could stretch this little passive ability of his.

He started off small. Literally. He transformed into Captain Marvel after a witch had bewitched Billy into becoming as tiny as a pixie! Luckily, this magic wasn’t like Dr. Sivana’s inventions, so he could easily unravel it off of him. So, when she tried to capture him in a jar, she was greeted with a man of pure magic and muscle after smoke the lightning had caused faded away. But, instead of questioning how a kid as small as a fly had turned into the tall hero, she just gave him the stink eye and asked what he was doing here! And where the kid ran off to!!

It was safe to say that the witch was shortly apprehended a few minutes afterwards. She was boiling kids into pots and mixing them into stews which were already spoiled anyways. At least with that, Captain Marvel found out that if he wasn't supposed to be there, people would question. This is probably applied to Billy as well. Go figure!

Now, he was free to try and go into rooms, transform, go out and come back in to mess with citizens realizing that he was there, transforming into animals, going to different countries, actually going up on stage and locking eyes with people when he transforms, getting recorded by civilians as he detransforms and even transforming in front of VILLAINS! Literally ANYTHING that could cause people to ask; ‘Huh, where did this little white boy come from?’ or anything similar to that.

And the only time they ask on how and where is when they don’t see Billy transform in the same room as them! But still, it doesn't stop people from connecting the dots like Sivana. But Sivana is wrinkly and bald, so he doesn't count.

Nonetheless, it was, in the Gods’ words, quite overpowered as every device seemingly just decides to cut out the parts of when the lightning hits, and how people just don’t question it. Guess Fawcett magic and fate really favors him.. Gee whiz!

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Now, as time went on, Billy mostly forgot this special thing of his. He grew up—Mostly. The time bubble really messed up his age—he got more successful at being a Whiz Kid, became an actual reporter and he even got recruited into the Justice League when he actually turned ten!

Though, he’s been in the Justice League for a while now… Err. For.. ten years? It’s been a long time, if you don’t include the Suspendium which stunted his age by a lot. (Though, he always thought in the back of his mind that maybe it wasn't the Suspendium that stunted his growth, but the Gods always seemed too eager to disagree.) So, he thinks he just turned twelve! (Or looked like it, at least… He hasn’t been ageing at all really since he became Captain Marvel.) Still with a heart of gold, still the Champion of Magic, still living through alien invasions and magic warts and still not in school.

Most of his colleagues and friends from the League had already revealed their identities over the years, whiiiich he might've already known ever since Solomon whispered on how similar Batman and Brucie Wayne were to one another. (They really weren't.) It was kinda invasive, yeah, but you can't really stop it if you could hear Hermes clocking Clark Kent—A reporter he worked with in the past!— and outting him to be Superman, cackling like they won a bets in a horse race. Also, they didn’t really conceal their identity that much.

Billy sighed, taking a bite out of his wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he had gotten from a grandma after helping her out with groceries. “Technically, at this point, I’d be in my twenties,” He murmured to only himself and the Gods to know, swaying his legs on the top of his apartments rooftop as he wiped away the smudges on his cheek. “Shouldn't I be able to reveal my identity to them sooner?”

“Revealing identities?”

“HUWAH—”

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“…. Hey Freddy.” Billy looked away, stuffing his face with the food he’d brought. Shame creeping up his neck as his friend cackled at his reaction.

Wiping away his own tears as his guffaw turned into more of a snicker, Freddy sat by his best friend. Setting his crutch down near Billy as he joined him and his little dwellings. “Sorry, Billy. That— Really doesn't get old.” He heard Billy grumble, and he couldn't resist another chuckle. “Anyways– Anyways. What do I hear about revealing identities?”

Billy groaned, “I’m thinking of unsha-you-know-ing infront of the Justice League. I know they aren’t pressuring me into doing it or anything, but I’ve been feeling so guilty lately! Especially with how long I’ve been working with them!” He sighed, staring down at his half-eaten PB&J.

“But, I'm– Still like.. This, you know?” He gestured to himself. Short. Small, and still child-like. If he compared himself to when he was much younger—The only real thing that you would see changed was his height. And that wasn't saying much. It was so odd since Freddy didn't look the same as he did years ago! But Billy did!

Freddy spared a thoughtful glance at his friend, before rubbing his chin in contemplation. “Why not just say you're suffering from dwarfism?”

“…”

“Are you calling me short?”

“Uhh.. Errrhh... You know what? Nevermind, just tell them something stopped you from aging. That's kind of literally the truth, right? I mean, how long has it been since you’ve grown like, two inches?”

“Wow, that’s so reassuring, Freddy.”

Freddy cracked a grin, ruffling Billy’s hair. Which in turn, made Billy half-heartedly swat his hand away. Finishing up his meal, Billy stuffed the wrapper into his pocket. Standing up and hopping down from the ledge. Alright.. Better now than never. “I guess I’m gonna tell them now, see ya Freddy.”

“Wait— Oh, c’mon, you’re going now-?!”

“SHAZAM!” And off he goes, after the familiar smell of ozone invaded the area as a sudden flash of lightning came from the sky. Freddy huffed, “At least, tell me what happened after you come back!” Freddy yelled out to the receding figure, and after receiving a salute, sighed. Pulling out a peanut butter and bacon sandwich. To think he was going to share this with Billy…

… Solely to annoy him since Billy never liked this beautiful monstrosity of a sandwich, but whatever.

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Captain Marvel took an unneeded deep breath. Shaking off the leftover anxiety Billy had that the courage of Achillles couldn’t get to, he stepped into the Zeta Tube hidden inside of the back alley photo booth. Travelling all the way up to the Watchtower, he’s just glad that they did have an arranged meeting today. Though, it wasn’t scheduled to happen for a few other hours, but that just means more time to prepare! This is a big day, alright?

“015: Captain Marvel.” The AI-like voice echoed throughout the Watchtowers intercom.

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xhanelia · 1 year ago

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Hi, I hope you’ve been having a good day! Can I please request a Sova that goes absolutely feral when you pull on his hair during sex... like he's a whole new man when you do that. The thought has been invading my brain and it won't leave hdjwkkdkd

-Sova lover anon

Ngl at all i be giggling and kicking my feet even thinking about this 👉👈 Thanks so much for waiting for me and i hope i do not dissapoint. Love uuuu <333

<<<Reader is she/her. MDNI.>>>

Im lost with words iykyk with Sova (nsfw)

It always starts slow and affectionate with Sova. We know him. He knows himself too. He knows that he is a little bit of an overgrown man (190ish cm long like holly shit boy what did your babushka feed you?) and he doesnt want to overwhelm you with himself.

But if you press his buttons, yeah, he switches a bit fast.

When he gets the 'fuck me hard' signal from you he doesnt care. You are under him now.

For him, its his hair getting pulled by you. Its like a wordless signal between both of you. Does the job perfectly so why need to ask for it, right?

The second you grab a handfull of his beautiful long blonde hair and pull it, he growls from the very deep of his throat. His body lovering over you for you to feel his weight on you more. Mhm. He got what you want for sure.

"You want to do it my way, darling?" The russian accent with the word 'darling' sounds deep near your ear. You know our giant bear. He gotta make sure even if he is too much over to control himself.

His moves are much over and about controlling you and your body. He is playing with your buttons too but mostly like a 'dim red light sex at midnight' kinda sex iykwim. He is rough but not ROUGH rough. Just the perfect amount to make you squirm under his body.

He can overpower you so easily he cannot lie that this doesnt turn him on. Pulling you in, stretching your legs, lifting you up and everything. And the sounds you make for him while he does these things? He could listen to you all night long. (Thats totaly not the reason he likes long sessions with you.)

This man has the highest stamina in the protocole if it wasnt for kay/o. He climbs up an down on snow for a daily basis. He is not letting you go anywhere if you dont use the safe word and make him stop yourself. If you know how to tire him then its another story.

You swear the first time you two get close like this, you thought that he had no experience whatsoever but now you realize you are so damn wrong. He may not look like he has experience but its all because he wants to make you feel alright and safe in his hands. But if you want to give the control all into his hands, then he will gladly take it from yours.

Kisses, hickeys, bite marks all over your body. Did i mention he has no shame? I guess i did on another one of my posts. I will say it again. He has no shame. He will look proud if anyone notices the hickeys he left over you. They gotta know that he knows how to do his job.

If you were to ask him about how he likes being in charge, he will laugh and just say a simple "yes, i do". Maybe his cheeks will get a little red but not because of embarrassment, its because of he lies how much more he likes it. This man LIVES for these moments.

(I wish i had a Sova for myself 😔)

#valorant #headcanon #sova #sova valorant #valorant sova #valorant x reader #sova headcannons #sova x reader

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lovers-rck · 1 year ago

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curious about you

OKAY so, this was *originally* for a request that i got sent about friends to lovers with abby, but i think i could (and i want to) write something better for that request so here is this.

to all those who sent requests, thank you, there are a couple that caught my attention and i will be dedicating some time as soon as i can, bear with me......

okay i'm done. enjoy!!

☆

"ugh, definitely not"

"why not?" abby says "it's a good movie"

she playfully nudges you with her shoulder, a smirk comes to her lips. you look at her.

"what?" she says

"you think fifty shades of grey is a good movie?" your hand grabs the remote from abby's hands, changing the channel.

"maybe i didn't choose my words wisely. it's.... interesting" abby steals the remote from your hands and flips back to the previous channel; your eyes see christian and anastasia kissing very noisily.

you stir in your seat. it's a saturday night, a greasy pizza box rests on the coffee table and the light coming from the television is the only thing illuminating the room. you turn to look at abby, the high points of her face are illuminated by the cool lighting of the movie.

"what's the point, anyway?" you ask, your teeth chewing on the edge of the pizza that abby doesn't eat.

"what do you mean?" abby replies, her brow furrows but her eyes don't leave the television.

"about the movie; like, is just that?" you point at the tv; a sex scene in the works.

"that?" abby smiles "you can say the word sex, you know?"

you roll your eyes and swallow the crunchy dough.

"say it" abby murmurs

you look at her; she looks at you

"what?"

"say the word"

you push her "fuck off"

abby laughs and moves closer again, her knee brushes the side of your bare thigh. the air feels heavy.

"i'm not going to move until you say it"

you let out a snort "what are you, christian grey?"

she lets out a mischievous grin "maybe i am"

you try to dodge her gaze. the fabric of the couch looks surprisingly interesting from one moment to the next.

"cringe" you say

"c'mon" abby murmurs, her proximity causing your heart to skype a beat.

abby's overpowering confidence shrinks you, molds and controls you to her liking. abby knows how to inhibit you and you know she does; over time you've learned that sometimes it's best to surrender to her.

so you sigh, and you say it "sex, okay? i said it. sex."

abby smiles and settles back in her seat. you can breathe again.

"see? it wasn't that hard. you're a pussy."

"i never said it was hard, you idiot. i just chose not use the word"

"yeah, whatever"

the minutes go by and you don't try to take the remote from abby again. there's (another?) sex scene in the tv, this one is a bit more explicit, more louder. you squirm; abby has a smirk planted in her face.

"you like that?"

you almost choke with your saliva "what?"

abby points at the tv with her chin "that. you like being tied?"

your eyes are fixed on the tv, but they're not paying attention to the scene unfolding. you can see out of the corner of your eye how abby waits for your answer.

you're afraid you're not going to be able to get away with this one.

"what's up with you and your questions today?" you try to play it cool

"i guess i woke up a little bit curious about you"

you hear a noise from the outside. you think that maybe today is your lucky day and someone will come into the house and will kill you and will end this torture.

but that doesn't happen.

"so, you are telling me you woke up thinking if i like being tied up?" you try to make abby uncomfortable, surprise her so that she finally shuts her mouth and leaves this round of questions that make your heart participate in a marathon that has no opponent.

but abby is abby, and you can't make her uncomfortable.

"yeah, i guess i wonder that"

you swallow your breath and hope she hasn't noticed. your head thinks of a thousand ways to dodge the question; something to say that's more convincing than "oh, im sorry abby, my mom just got hit by a car so i gotta go".

is this what friendship should feel like?

"so?" abby inquires

"um" suddenly the couch is too uncomfortable "i don't know"

"you don't know? what a shitty answer"

she is insufferable, you think "what do you want me to say?"

"i don't know, something more interesting maybe?"

you rolled your eyes "well, im sorry for not being interesting enough for you abby"

abby smiles slightly and continues to watch the movie. you almost thought you were safe, when her voice echoes again in the dark room.

"you didn't try it, right?" abby says. she is looking at you.

you reciprocate her gaze, a look of confusion plants itself on your face "what do you mean?"

the light from the television gives away as abby licks her lips "you said you didn't know if you like it, so that means you haven't tried it, right?"

her gaze on you is softer. you can tell that she is tired, more sleepy, less cocky.

"yes. you are correct" you say. you shiver, and so abby pass you a blanket "thank you"

"would you like to?"

her braid is a mess. blonde hairs are dancing around her face, framing her face and escaping the stiffness of the hairstyle.

you like this side of her. more vulnerable.

"i don't know. i would feel kinda dumb."

you whisper and abby smiles "im not anastasia steele, you know"

abby laughs softly and nods. she doesn't say anything back, so you take advantage

"have you tried?" you murmur

"being tied?" she asks, and you nod "let's just say thats not for me"

you chuckle. she yawns.

"and tie someone?" you ask, again.

"now you're the one asking questions, huh?"

you shrug "what can I say? i learn from the best"

abby laughs and settles back in her seat, her eyes watch the film intently.

"no, but i guess I'd like to give it a try."

you nod, even though she can't see you "good" you say.

"good" she replies

she fall asleep on the couch a few minutes later.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby tlou #abby x reader

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countdykulaa · 11 months ago

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﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀JUST A LITTLE BIT COLDER⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ obsessed! reader x dark! sevika ⠀ ❫

synopsis: despite all your efforts, you can't help the deep one-sided obsession you've gained with the dangerous criminal. you spend your days chiding yourself yet inevitably succumb to the temptation of contacting her when the desires becomes irresistible.

cw: dom!sevika, masturbation, pathetic and i mean p - a - t - h - e - t - i - c reader

the phone rang , echoing in the sterile confines of your apartment . you remain under your sheets , your nightdress raised until it comfortably lay on your stomach . you knew sevika was a busy person , always running around the city her family practically owned , but the femme always answered. it was as if she sensed the pathetic desperation you felt on the phone before even rising from her sheets in the morning.

"hello?" her voice was cold , a common fact that never seemed to steer you away.

the sound of your heart racing pounded through your ears. your chest rose as each tension soaked second passed. "hi, sevika."

a frustrated sigh crackled through the line . "you again? why don't you bother someone else ? im tired of this game."

your grip on the phone tightened as your hand moved dangerously low. "I just … I need to hear your voice."

It had started as mere curiosity, a perverse fascination with the woman responsible

for not only controlling the city you inhabited all your life but successfully evading law enforcement. she resided in the shadows , very few knowing where she was , but everyone knowing what she was capable of. you, being the homebody you were vagualy heard of her through word of mouth whenever your relatives came to visit. overexaggerated fables on all the unspeakable sins she'd committed spoken with a passion with each passing day. she was almost akin to the boogeyman in everyone's eyes. you thought it was ridiculous. one being have such power on peoples imagination. if the city you occupied wasn't fairly busy you'd chalk it up to be nothing but boredom that slithered its way into peoples lives and donned them the role of gossiper.

it's only on a random thursday that you decide to pay more attention to your aunts third rendition about the enigmatic woman instead of flipping through your book for the tenth time that evening. you blame her mesmerizing storytelling skills for the way it draws you in and hooks you. you count that mundane evening as the beginning of everything. she goes on and on about how sevika and her clan basically own the street wherein she lives , never heard or seen but always felt and a part of you slowly hungers for more information.

you spend your days , hunched over researching about her when you weren't at work , fantasizing about her. you obsess over her known locations , comings and goings and aliases shifting through any public records you could find on her. eventually you shifted from public records to gathering the information from means you never even dreamed of . your soul is not satisfied , demanding to know more and more about the woman until your social group dwindles to yourself and the chirping birds outside your windows. the continuous researching only fed your obsession with her until it grew a mouth of its own and ate away at the rest of you until your existence revolved around the beguiling image of her.

she embodied the epitome of your aspirations , a presence you yearned for earnestly . each time you closed your eyes , she materialized before you , only to linger in your consciousness upon each awakening . to say you yearned for her would be to say you yearned for oxygen. the boundary between your identity and hers blurred indistinguishably. it was only a matter of time before your obsessive desires overpowered your slipping sense of rationality.

evidently her number finds a home in your phone. obtained from a random employee of sevika's who owed you a favour. it had only taken you a few weeks of dedicated planning and nonstop delusions , but you had done it. you never plan on calling her, but the mere fact that a piece of her however minuscule it may be is in your possession makes you want to celebrate.

in the dimly lit living room , empty bottles and a half - filled wine glass clutter the coffee table . the faint hum of the tv provides a backdrop to your erratic thoughts . your thoughts , like always center on sevika. what she was doing , wearing , how she’d possibly react to you , a stranger being this pathetic over a mere idea of her . you doubt she has a kind bone in her body and yet that doesn’t stop your hand from finding its place under your sweats and black panties .

you don't do much more than tease yourself , softly dragging your fingers up and down your lips before finally settling on your clit . you're usually pretty dry at first but your ongoing thoughts and the liqour coursing through your frame gets you a little damp.

the alcohol has more control over your limbs than you'd like to admit as you turn your gaze to your phone . in your drunken lust-driven haze a desperate thought runs through your mind . you need to call sevika. just to hear her voice , fantasize about all she would say to you . why else would you acquire her number ?

your fingers trembling as you call her, unable to focus on anything else but the forbidden allure of her voice. you shouldn't be doing this. your thundering heart pounding against your chest like a wild symphony, each beat echoing the danger of your lust driven actions.

"hello?"

oh.

your imagination doesn't do her justice . you hear the raspiness of her voice and envision the meanness in her eyes as you gyrate your fingers on your clit. your head sways back , eyes fluttering . you can just imagine her now , back hunched over her desk , a pile of questionable documents looking as worn out and frustrated as ever .

"hello?" she responds , her tone taking an irritated note. "if this is one of those stupid fucking prank calls i swear to god - "

a high pitched moan slips from your lips before you can even think to contain it , effectively cutting her off . a silence looms over the both of you. you're sure you can imagine the surprise on her face. eyebrows raised, as sudden jolt runs through her body. you made her feel something.

"sorry , you have the wrong number - "

"no." you quickly correct her , breathing out a sigh of pleasure . "it's you sevika. im going to cum soon, please touch me there."

you hear her breath hitch, a second passes. two. your chest tightens in anticipation. three. a zapping thrum spreads through your legs. four. "what's your name ?"

you're silent , the only sound being your heavy breathing and the faint background of the tv . desperation sinks into your bones the longer you remain on the phone . "who is this?"

"doesn't matter im … im no one." you breath out , your legs instinctively shutting around your hand. your eyes flutter as you imagine that voice talking to you, the confusion in her tone replaced with a dark possessiveness, compelling you to go faster, harder. "i know what you've done … what you do. "

"and that excites you doesn't it?"

the silent yes is heard with the way your moans go up an octave. she goes quiet until the only sound heard is from your side and you fear she dropped the phone.

"se-sevika ? are you-"

"what are you doing right now?"

your movements stutter in slight surprise . "im…im fucking myself and pretending its you. your hand , your mouth , your frame , your … anything you'll give me." the words rush out of your mouth . she doesn't laugh at the desperation drenched in your words but you can feel the mocking tone her words take.

"are you close?"

"yes ... yes...yes." you whimper.

you can feel her hands roaming down your malleable flesh, searing her prints into your flesh until you twist and contort at her will. feel the weight of her breath with each stroke. there’s energy zapping through your form and you throw your head back. you want her. need her. exist for her.

the thought of her strong thighs clenched to aid the ache between her own thighs makes your chest heavier. what if that’s why she’s so quiet? the thought of you is almost half as tantalising as her. you’re in her mind like a parasite. sucking away everything that makes her complete until she is but a statue you can marvel.

“im coming. oh. oh im coming.” you stutter out. a silence lapses between you two. this one thicker than the last. your tongue lays heavy in your mouth, a certain fear overtaking the desire.

"don't ever fucking call this line again." she whispers , voice dark and full of danger in a way that makes your swollen clit pulsate and breath hitch before promptly hanging up.

PLUTOS THOUGHTS: this was longer and sloppier than usual but i hope its good !

TAGLIST: @cyb3rdino

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