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importantpuppystarfish · 5 months ago

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Repopulating the whole world with Wonyoung

Male reader x Jang Wonyoung

Plot : You are from a random country "X". World War 3 is ongoing. Genre : Survival, Romantic, Emotional. Includes: 69, rimjob, facesitting, wony pissing, breeding, lots of kissing.

I drag myself onto the rocky shore, my body aching from the endless swimming. My clothes are soaked, my breaths ragged, and my arms feel like they could fall off any second. But I made it.

The world is in ruins. World War III tore everything apart. Cities burned, people scattered, and survival became a desperate gamble. I don’t know how long I was in the water, moving from boat to boat, trying to stay afloat. But somehow, I reached this island near the Korean Peninsula.

I push myself up, coughing out of the salt water, and scan out my surroundings. The island is covered in dense trees, the sand untouched, the wind eerily silent. No signs of life.

Except for one.

A girl stands near the water’s edge, her long, damp hair flowing in the wind. She’s wearing a torn white dress, clinging to her body from the seawater. Even in this chaos, she looks unreallike -- gorgeous.

I blink. My brain struggles to process what I’m seeing.

It’s Jang Wonyoung!

The Wonyoung. The famous K-pop idol. The girl that once stood on dazzling stages, worshipped by millions. And now, she’s here, stranded just like me. Wonyoung also came to the same island through swimming to save herself from the war.

She notices me. Her eyes widen, and she steps back slightly, uncertain. I must look like a wreck, an exhausted or an average looking guy.

I raise my hands slightly, trying to show I’m not a threat. “Hey… I’m not here to hurt you.” My voice is hoarse.

She hesitates, then speaks, her voice soft yet sharp. “Are you alone?”

I nod. “Yeah… just me.”

A pause. The wind howls between us. Then she exhales and sits down on the sand. “Same.”

I look around again. No ships, no planes, no humans. Just us.

Two strangers. A famous lost idol and me.

Alone in the middle of nowhere. Wonyoung asks for my name~ "I'm Y/N!" Nice to meet u! We have a handshake.. Her hands feel soft.

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Pt1:

I take a cautious step closer. “How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know. A few hours, maybe. I was on a boat, trying to escape… then everything went wrong.” Wonyoung replies.

I nod. I get it. The war didn’t care who we were, celebrity or nobody, we all ended up fighting for survival.

I sat onto the sand beside her, keeping a respectful distance. My body still aches from the swim, but at least I’m alive. “We should find shelter,” I say, more to myself than her.

Wonyoung doesn’t answer right away. She’s staring at the ocean, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nods. “Yeah.”

We explore the island together. It’s small, covered in thick trees, with no sign of civilization. No food, no supplies. If we want to live, we’ll have to find a way ourselves.

We build a shelter from fallen branches near a rocky cliffside, something to protect us from the wind. It’s not much, but it’ll do for now.

I know Wonyoung is feeling hungry, I can hear the sounds from her stomach. She's embarrassed. I hunt for fruits around in the forest and give some off to her. Wonyoung smiles and thanks me for the first time.

As night arrives, we sleep inside the shelter with a distinct position from each other. I can't believe I'm sleeping nearby a famous K-pop idol!

Wonyoung must be a very clean and neat girl. As morning arrives, with no proper shelter, no soap, and no change of clothes, Wonyoung specifically start to feel disgusting. We both only got one outfit for ourselves and its also getting torn apart.

Wonyoung tugs at her damp, dirt-streaked dress, grimacing. “I can’t take this anymore. I feel gross.”

I look down at myself. My clothes are stiff with dried saltwater and sweat. “Yeah, me too.”

She crosses her arms, thinking. “We need to wash them.”

I nod, then realize the problem. “But… if we wash them, we’ll have nothing to wear.”

She sighs. “I know.”

We stand there in awkward silence, both aware of what that means.

“…Maybe we take turns?” I suggest hesitantly.

She gives me a sharp look. “You mean one of us stays naked while the other waits?”

I scratch my head. “I mean… yeah?”

She groans, burying her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

I shrug. “We don’t have a choice. It’s just us here.”

She peeks at me through her fingers. “Still!”

After a long pause, she exhales sharply. “Fine!" “This is so worse!” she mutters.

I chuckle. “At least we’ll be clean.”

She grumbles but doesn’t argue.

And so, in our strange little world, even washing clothes becomes a ridiculous challenge. But somehow, we manage—awkward, embarrassed, but surviving together.

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But suddenly, it seems Wonyoung has realized survival takes priority over everything else. Embarrassment, modesty—those things start to feel pointless.

To my surprise, Wonyoung just… pulls her dress over her head.

I freeze. My brain short-circuits as the gorgeous Wonyoung directly takes off her clothes near me, her medium sized breasts with pretty pink nipples, a luscious curvy figure that takes my breath away. Her natural scent is divine yet there's a hint of dirt clinging to her perfect skin. Now as soon as she also takes off her smelly and dirty underwear the same time, I see her pussy is hairy, maybe she doesn't shave it often. I keep looking in at her hungrily, finding every aspect of Wonyoung naked incredibly sexy.

She throws her dress and underwear onto a sea, standing now in nothing but her bare skin, completely unbothered. “You should do the same,” she says casually. “It’s just us, anyway.”

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I swallow hard, staring at the ground now. “Uh… are you sure about this?”

She shrugs. “Why not? Clothes are useless if they’re this filthy. We might as well just stay like this.”

I feel my face burning. “I mean… isn’t that a little—”

She raises an eyebrow. “What? Weird? Embarrassing?” She sighs. “At first, yeah. But think about it—we’re stuck here, just the two of us. Why should we care?”

I can’t argue with that logic. She’s right. There’s no one else. No society. No rules.

Still, I hesitate.

She smirks slightly. “You’re overthinking it.”

I exhale, then slowly pull off my shirt. Then my pants. The air feels strange against my skin, but at the same time… freeing.

Wonyoung smiles. “See? Not so bad.”

And just like that, we accept our fate. No more shame, no more awkwardness—just two survivors, stripped of everything, living in the most natural way possible.

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As now I'm naked as well, Wonyoung starts to look at my rod standing at attention. I caught her biting her lips and smiling, which I found adorable. She playfully teases, 'I can't help it, it's so…funny!' I blush furiously and retort, 'Hey, don't laugh!'". I'm confused why the heck Wonyoung is laughing at my dick? Maybe she has never seen one before?

"You look funny naked, especially with that thing down standing out of nowhere so hard" Wonyoung teases.

I'm sure Wonyoung knows herself why my dick is hard at the moment. It only get this way when there's a pretty hot girl around. Also the fact, Wonyoung is naked herself too. Wonyoung's stomach makes a noise again, its time for food and we realize we should start hunting for survival.

Yesterday we survived on wild fruits & coconuts, and anything remotely edible that we can scavenge. But soon, we realize that if we want to stay strong, we need real food ~ fish.

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Wonyoung figures out that if we trap fish in small tidal pools near the shore, we can just grab them with our hands. It’s tricky, but with patience, we manage to catch a few.

Since we don’t have pots or pans, we cook the fish directly over a fire. We create a simple fire pit using dry wood and stones. We skewer the fish on sticks and roast them over the flames until they’re cooked through.

The first bite of was Incredible. We eat in silence, both of us savoring the moment. Wonyoung licks her lips, grinning. “I never thought I’d be this happy just eating a burnt fish.”

I laugh, nodding at her words.

As night falls, the temperature on the island drops, and the once-refreshing breeze turns into a chilling wind. Its getting cold. Yesterday we had our clothes but this morning, upon Wonyoung's idea, I also threw my clothes and we're both naked still.

With no clothes, no blankets, and only a small fire to keep us warm, the cold becomes a real problem.

At first, we try to endure it, huddling close to the fire, wrapping ourselves in large leaves, anything to stay warm. But nothing works.

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Wonyoung shivers beside me, hugging herself tightly. “This isn’t working,” she mutters, her teeth slightly chattering.

I sigh. I’m freezing too. Then, reluctantly, Wonyoung says, “There’s only one thing we can do.”

I looks at her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

She hesitates. “Body heat. If we stay close, we’ll be warmer.”

I stare her for a second, then exhale, shaking my head. “I can’t believe this…” But then, after another shiver, I mutter, “Fine. But don’t get any ideas. I try to be positive, trying my best to be a gentleman ”

But Wonyoung seems to have something in her mind, she has been trying a little to seduce me even in this kind of survival condition ever since we both got naked.

We move closer, our bare skin pressing together. The warmth is immediate, awkward at first, but undeniable.

She rests her head against my shoulder, her body still tense. “I love this,” she whispers.

Slowly, her body relaxes against mine, and I feel my own muscles easing. The cold doesn’t bite as much anymore.

After a few moments of silence, she sighs. “You’re warm…”

I smirk. “So are you.”

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Wonyoung hugs me tigher, her chest pressing over mine. I can feel the size of her breasts, I have never grabbed them yet with my hands. I feel so good as well as her skin presses over mine more tightly..

Wonyoung and I can see the full moon together, it looks beautiful.

And just like that, we fall asleep, two survivors, pressed together against the cold, finding warmth in the only way we can.

The next morning, fever hits me suddenly. One moment, I’m fine, tired but fine. My body feels like it’s burning from the inside. My limbs are weak, my vision blurry, and every breath feels heavy.

I collapse near our shelter, barely able to keep my eyes open. Wonyoung rushes over, panic written all over her face.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” She kneels beside me, pressing a hand to my forehead. The moment she touches me, she gasps. “You’re burning up…”

I try to respond, but my throat is dry, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m… just tired…”

She bites her lip, looking around as if searching for a solution. “You’re Sick OH God!!"

Wonyoung has gotten emotional. She swallows hard, taking a shaky breath.

For the first time, I see her cry.

Even in this desperate situation, I hate seeing her like this. I slowly reach out, grabbing her trembling hand. “Hey… I’m not dead yet.” I try to smile, but even that takes too much effort.

She sniffles and squeezes my hand tightly. “You better not die,” she whispers. “I can’t be alone here.”

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That night, Wonyoung stays by my side, cooling my forehead with wet leaves, giving me water, whispering words of reassurance even when she thinks I’m asleep.

And in my fevered haze, I realize something—she’s not just the famous girl I once admired from afar. She’s not just my survival partner. She might be someone special in my life.

The fever doesn’t break overnight, that day Wonyoung does all the job, cooking the fishes and finding survival resources. My body feels weak, my head heavy, and every movement sends waves of exhaustion through me. But Wonyoung never leaves my side.

She brings me water from the stream, carefully tilting a coconut shell to my lips. “Drink,” she murmurs. Her voice is soft but firm, her eyes filled with worry.

I manage a few sips before resting my head back down. “Thanks…” I whisper.

She sighs, brushing my damp hair back. “You’re burning up.”

That night, as the cold wind howls through our shelter, Wonyoung presses herself against me, wrapping her arms around my body. “This should help,” she whispers. “You need warmth.”

I’m too weak to argue, and honestly, her body heat is comforting. She rests her head against my chest, holding me close. She takes care of my body.

At some point, I groan, my muscles aching all over.

She notices immediately. “Does it hurt?”

I nod weakly.

Without hesitation, she shifts, her delicate hands moving to my shoulders. Slowly, gently, she starts massaging me, her fingers pressing into my tense muscles. She also gave me a handjob at the middle. I don’t even know if I should count it as lewd since we have been naked together and staying like this for 2 days already, but this is the first time she grabbed my dick with her hands.

“Relax,” she whispers. “You always do everything for us. Just let me take care of you.”

Her hands move down my arms, across my back, easing the knots of pain. Her touch is soft but firm, careful yet reassuring.

For the first time in days, I feel a little better.

I close my eyes, letting her warmth, her touch, her presence lull me into much-needed rest.

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Wonyoung asks, “Do you think the war is over?”

I exhale, shaking my head. “I don’t know.”

She stares at the horizon. “What if… no one is left?”

I glance at her. “What do you mean?”

She hugs herself tighter. “Last time we saw the world… there were nukes being launched. Countries were falling apart. If the war is over, does that mean someone won? Or does it mean no one is left to fight anymore?”

A heavy silence falls between us. The thought is terrifying, but not impossible.

I swallow. “Even if there are survivors, do you think anyone would look for us? We’re on some random, uncharted island. We don’t even know if this place is on any map.”

Wonyoung’s expression darkens. “We could be doomed.”

I don’t want to believe that. But deep down, I know she might be right.

She rests her head on my shoulder. “It’s just us now,” she whispers.

I wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. “Then we survive. No matter what.”

“But if we are the only ones left…” Wonyoung hesitates. “Should we… you know… repopulate?”

The word hangs in the air, heavier than anything we’ve ever spoken before.

I swallow hard. “You’re asking if we should have kids?”

She nods slowly. “It’s what humans do, right? Continue the species.”

The idea makes sense, logically. But something about it feels too real.

I exhale. “That’s a big decision.”

She glances at me, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I know. But if the world is gone… doesn’t that mean we’re responsible for rebuilding it?”

I run a hand through my hair, trying to process. “It’s not just about responsibility. We’d be bringing a child into a world with no hospitals, no medicine, no help. It’d be dangerous.”

She bites her lip, thinking. “Yeah… but if we don’t, then when we die, that’s it. The end of humanity.”

Silence. The fire crackles between us.

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Pt2:

Wonyoung finally sighs, shaking her head. “Maybe I’m overthinking.”

After some while, Wonyoung asks, "Do you want some special comfort?"

Without understanding what special comfort she meant, I nodded yes.

Wonyoung winks and positioned her face between my legs. Her hands reach up to gently caress my thighs, sending shivers through my body. Leaning in slowly, I suddenly feel her pink tongue extends and swirls around the tip of my dick. A soft gasp escapes her as she tastes me, her eyes never leaving mine. She takes the head into her warm, inviting mouth.

I feel my full length inside her mouth. I finally realized Wonyoung is giving me a blowjob already. Wonyoung pulls back a bit. She grins, still stroking me gently. "Mmm…you like that y/n?" She teases before taking me deep again, bobbing her head with purpose now.

"Wonyoung, are you serious right now? You're a famous idol… I can't believe ur doing this!?!" I say.

Wonyoung replies, "Well, I don't think there's anyone left in the world. We should start reproducing already!." She continues taking my length more inside her mouth.

I realize Wonyoung must be feeling emotional, and that I'm the only person in her life now. It doesn't matter if I'm attractive or not.

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Wonyoung is absolutely magnificent as she works to please me with her lips and tongue. Her tongue dances against the sensitive under side of my dick each time I hit the back of her mouth. She gazes up at me with desire, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deeper still. Every flick, suck and lick from Wonyoung feels heavenly, it's clear she was made for this. I can't hold back my cries of pleasure - "Oh wow, Wonyoung please stop, you are amazing at this!"

Wiping a strand of saliva from her chin after she finishes sucking my rod, Wonyoung sits up and spreads her legs wide. Her thick bush of dark hair beckons me forward. "Alright, enough pleasing you. I want the same feeling as well. Mind eating my hairy pussy now?" she commands.

"Are you serious? But I'm sick!" I reply to her command.

"Oh right", Wonyoung pauses, a look of determination crossing her face. "Can't stand or return the favor hmm?" She grins slyly. "No problem, I can adapt." She positions herself above me, her beautiful eyes twinkling. "Here, I'll just…sit right down."

And with that, Wonyoung lowers herself, her vertical lips parting as she envelops my face in her warmth. I feel her weight settle on my face as she slowly sits on my face, her pussy hair tickling my nose.

I get flashbacks of watching Wonyoung's performance through my screen at home last year before the war started. It's exactly that same ass! Now that ass is about to be buried all over my face.

As Wonyoung lowers herself onto me fully, I am enveloped by her feminine heat and scent from her ass… She is totally face sitting on me.. Wonyoung is now riding my face!

Eager to please, I decide to really explore Wonyoung's shithole. Gently I spread her ass cheeks further apart, gazing at her tight little bud. I push my tongue forward deep, pushing more deep into Wonyoung's most intimate place. Inside her anus, my tongue meets warm, velvety smooth walls that grip me gently. A faint musky scent fills my senses as I wiggle and stroke within her sensitive rim.

My tongue inside her asshole is absorbing up every sticky morsel. The taste is intense, earthy and undeniably naughty. I delve deeper, driven by an urge to clean every inch of her filthy depths.

Her inner walls clench and grip my probing tongue as I feel the wet, dirty texture inside her tight little shithole. It's a decadent mess inside here. Oh fuck, Am I really eating her wet messy holes as she commands?

Shee gasps but then urges me, "Deeper...stick your tongue in!".

I oblige, slowly working my tongue.

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Her ass shakes over my head with a playful excitement from taking in charge, she still asks teasingly, "Is OK?"

I nod, surrendering to pleasure her. My tongue extends, lapping up her slick nectar. She tastes divine. I feel her move, grinding against my mouth harder. She shifts a bit and my tongue finds her hairy wet pussy, making her bite her lip and smile wider.

I eagerly lap up every drop of her juices, my tongue tracing her folds and circling her engorged clit. I suck the bud into my mouth, flicking it while my hands press against her thighs for balance. Wonyoung gasps, riding my face harder. I insert my tongue as deep as it will go inside her within her wetness.

Wonyoung grinds down harder, inviting me to continue. I oblige, gently probing at her holes with more intention now. The salty-sweet taste of mixing her essence on my tongue drives me wild. Wonyoung cries out, clearly enjoying using me completely.

"Mmm…you're so good with that tongue, I just can't resist returning the favor!" Wonyoung cries. She leans down, taking my throbbing length back into her mouth. Now our bodies form a delightfully lewd 69 position - me eating her treasure while she continues to suck me off.

Her hips move in a sensual rhythm, grinding her wetness all over my face as I feel the base of my shaft hit her throat each time she takes me deep.

Our 69 is smooth and rhythmic now, both of us falling into it as the ecstasy builds. My tongue works her clit in firm circles while I thrust my tongue as deep as possible into her tight back doorway. Wonyoung's mouth moves expertly along my shaft, her lips sealed tight.

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Just when I think it can't get more intense, I feel a warm fluid against my chin and mouth. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" Wonyoung cries out. But I don't pull back - I simply extend my tongue, catching her pee with every skillful lick. She trembles above me as she finishes, spent. A mixture of her fluids coats my face but I don't mind one bit, still savoring her completely.

Against my will, I'm forced to drink down her warm, tangy urine. It's strong and acrid on my tongue but I obediently swallow, NOT wanting to displease Wonyoung. She seems shy now, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Here, let me make it better." She whispers. Wonyoung begins gently licking my face with her soft, pink tongue. She methodically cleans every inch, the bitter taste slowly fading. When she reaches my lips she takes me into her mouth again, our tongues meeting. She swallows some of her own urine back from my mouth as we have a mouthful french kiss. Her eyes closed, slipping her tongue into my mouth. There it mixes with my saliva too, a lewd, taboo French kiss. When she finally breaks the kiss, her eyes search mine - a mix of apology and invitation.

She again engages me in a deep and soulful kiss. Wonyoung breaks the kiss, her eyes glinting with newfound desire. She stands up now. "I hope you can forgive me," she purrs before sitting over my shaft. Wonyoung positions herself now ready to ride my dicm. "Now fuck me…fuck me hard, its time for reproduction already! Forget the humanity outside! Theres no one left!" she screams.

She cries out as I claim her. I watch my rod disappearing between her thighs, feeling her walls tighten around me. "Yes, that's it!, Oh my god I can't believe I'm having my first time!" Wonyoung moans as she rides my dick hard. Our bodies connect with a primal rhythm as I punish her core. I know I won't last long after that intense buildup. "Don't stop!" she gasps, pulling me deeper. I'm determined to satisfy us both.

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Tears spring to her eyes but she keeps crying out "Yes yes yes!".. Wonyoung is literally screaming and riding me at the middle of the island. We don’t know what's happening outside in the real world. But here, it seems we both are actually enjoying. Birds and insects are watching us fuck in the silent island. The island is full of her screams and cries in pleasure.

Wonyoung starts bouncing on my rod harder. Each deep thrust draws out prolonged, wailing cries from Wonyoung's lips: "AHH! AHHH PLEASE!". Wonyoung leans down upon my mouth for a kiss now.

She breathes, "You're taking me so well", "but I'm not nearly done with you yet until u cum inside me."

Wonyoung's forcefully kisses me deep and moans. "Ahh, please, I can't.. Cum already.!" she cries desperately, a mix of fear and excitement in her voice.

Wonyoung screams again, her voice rising in pitch as I cum inside her "OOOOHHH!"

Wonyoung feels the sticky white cum fill inside her. Its a big load. She still continues riding, but now Wonyoung feels something tear inside her… "You…you tore me," she whispers, eyes wide.

I push her away from my dick, I see a mess down in her pussy. Its full of my sperm and cum, her insides must have broken and torn apart since its her first time. "It hurts but we succeeded. I'm probably finally pregnant!." Wonyoung cries.

I get emotional too. I hug Wonyoung, and as she hugs me back, we hold each other with love, and I can feel her warmth and heartbeat. Inside Wonyoung is a complex mix of emotions and physical sensations.

I can't believe it, did I actually breed Wonyoung, the most popular K-pop girl? This feels so real, it’s definitely not a dream! Yes, thats right! If I and Wonyoung are really the only humans left, the next world generation will be descendants of us!

#wonyoung smut #girl group smut #kpop girl smut #izone smut #ive smut #yujin smut #yuna smut #itzy smut #twice smut #karina smut

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stardusthuntress · 1 year ago

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Right?

I can just see some poor, unsuspecting rebellion leader going “I have a very dangerous mission that will require the utmost stealth and agility and a team of 10 to pull off”

And Rex going “I know just the team, give me a 2-seater starfighter that you don’t care if you lose”

And the poor rebel leader going ?????? As Rex continues, “meet my little big sister and our brother, he taught her how to taunt the Empire like an ARC before she was even 4 feet tall. Meanwhile, she’s been a stealthy little thing since before we were taken out of our tubes. Come back safely! See you two in a few hours!”

Why do I get the feeling that the first thing Rex says to Omega when they connect in the Rebellion is either:

*in complete amusement* “Well, here comes trouble.”

Or:

*with no small amount of well-earned concern and panic* “Do your brothers know you’re here?”

#Rex would enjoy it so much too!#just the blank face as his batshit crazy siblings wreack havoc on an entire Imperial base by themselves #and that’s how the rebellion learned not to mess with the clones #they fought a war #they earned the right to be that way #best to just let them do their thing #and when you have an ongoing Imperial problem just drop a few clones on em and it’ll go away pretty quick #Rex is a proud bro #and I’m betting this is where his relaxed rebels nature comes from #the knowledge that Echo and Omega have it all handled and the enjoyment of watching rebel leaders faces at the carnage in their wake #he’d have so much fun just watching the surprise on everyone’s faces at his siblings antics #and so would Gregor #I could just see him in command next to Rex as the team cheerleader #occasionally adding his own suggestions from his CC experience #or joining them when they need to pack an extra punch #rex howling with laughter in command #he needs to laugh that hard #also now I really wanna serve on a base with this lot #CC changes from clone commandos to clone chaos #can you imagine Hunters face when Omega tells him about their antics #he’s gonna be both pained that echo let her do all this shit and so proud of their little girl #tbb finale #tbb #the bad batch

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empress-ghoul · 4 months ago

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Rising Waters, part one

141 x witch!reader | old gods of appalachia au | ongoing cw: environmental disasters, supernatural elements, blood, typical canon violence

You didn’t know where to go when the water rose. When the creek came up and lapped in waves at the four walls of the cabin you’d lived in your whole life.

This should have been another autumn thunderstorm, just like the ones you’d dealt with every other year. But when you woke up in the early hours of the morning, the sky still pitch black and the heavens still pouring down, you knew it was not like every other autumn thunderstorm.

The water was up to your thighs in your bedroom and up to your waist in the kitchen. If you didn’t get out now, then you wouldn’t get out again.

There was a moment where you thought about grabbing something. Your grimoire, maybe your mother’s cookbook? But judging how high the stream was outside, you knew they wouldn’t stand a chance.

Fear and adrenaline were wonderful motivators. You didn’t think about how dangerous swimming through the flood would be after you climbed out through the window. It wasn’t like there were many other options.

The flood spat you back out on land, where you thanked the Green and prayed It would keep you safe. You like to think It cared about you, but you didn’t hold out much hope.

Grabbing onto a tree, you used it to pull yourself up with shaking arms and watched as your home, your very life, drift down past you. There was no time to mourn, as you now needed to figure where you were in relation to the main road.

You knew this land, of that you were certain. But the pouring rain and rising creek made navigation a bit of a tricky task. Not only that, but the clouds plotted out the moonlight. The smart thing would be to wait until the rain stopped to start moving, but the water was rising still and you needed to get to higher ground. That should be easy.

Your true problem came when you realized you weren’t alone in the woods. Then it turned from problem to problems when you realized there were at least three massive figures surrounding you.

The lightning in the sky provided you with the occasional glimpse. Silhouetted among the trees as you ran through the trees, pouring rain, and rising water, you saw them.

They couldn’t be human. Not with the speed they moved at or the unnatural grace at which they did. You thought about the day you and your mother ran from your daddy. You thought about your mother and terror built in your gut, rising in your chest and throat.

She would have called them what they were, whether it be superstition or truth. Your mother would have called the hollow men.

Men whose very souls, the very essence of being truly alive, have been carved out. What’s left is a body with no sense of purpose other than what’s been given to them…or carnal violence. But seeing three all gathered in one place and working on a common goal - hunting you down - is not exactly common. And it begs the question: where is their handler?

Even with the rain that had soaked you through and continued to beat down, you knew you were crying. The sense of helplessness was overwhelming your senses and you soon found yourself completely turned around. You used to know these woods like the back of your hand, but in a storm like this, that meant nothing.

It was as if the land was warping. Changing and mutating to prevent you from finding your way to the road. Not like it would do you any good at this point. Any of your “neighbors’” cars would have been swept away by now and emergency services wouldn’t start running again until after the rain slowed.

More tears came with the strike of lightning that illuminated the massive figure running past you. Was that a skull face?

You found yourself in a clearing, frantically turning around as the forest rustled and wind howled. The figures were now closing in on you and a sob escaped your lips as. They had been trying to get you here. You should have kept running, but it all began to catch up to you.

Standing on shaking legs and bloodied feet, you wondered when they would pounce. Maybe they’d let you die from fear before hearing you limb from limb and sinking their teeth into your flesh.

Unfortunately, these men didn’t seem that merciful. It was like a game to them, you thought.

You landed on your back. The wind was thrown from your lungs, tears burning in your eyes while you wheezed for breath while crying from the pain. Your head spun as the hysteria caught up to you.

There was nothing left to do but crawl in a pathetic attempt to…to what? Escape? Make them take pity and spare you? You weren’t sure. You just wanted to survive.

A large hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled back down into the mud, dragging you towards them as you clawed at the earth.

Those same rough hands flipped you over and the lightning flash once again illuminated the hollow men - only calling them that because there was no other explanation for how terrifying these men were - while they pinned you down. The rain was smothering, drowning you as it pelted down. You looked up, unable to make out their faces clearly through your blurred vision.

The appearance of a fourth one, the only one who spoke and thus the one who controlled the three others, made your blood run cold.

It was a deep rooted fear, one of being surrounded and trapped by man. Being so trapped, and so helpless, and so utterly terrified in the midst of a storm of a century, of a tempest you never had a chance of escaping, drove that terror in deep.

“Hail witch.”

A scream came up and tore itself from your throat so hard that blood filled your mouth. The thunder drowned it out, along with the sound of his boot hitting your head.

#cod x reader #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty x reader #141 x reader #141 x you #task force 141 x reader #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #x reader fic #appalachian horror #old gods of appalachia

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minandwon · 3 months ago

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🍊 When life gives you Tangerine 🍊

; story about jeonghan and seungkwan

Yoonboo

#Howl-OnGoing #yoonboo

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paucubarsisimp · 2 months ago

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You could do a story where Pedri and the reader have a son (Leo) and both are trying to get the boy to say mom and dad (it's almost a fun competition, she wants him to say mom and Pedri, dad) and before a game the 3 of them went down to the field to talk to Pedri's teammates (Eric, Ferran, Olmo, Íñigo, etc) and Cat Culer (Barça's mascot) appears and immediately Leo sees him, points at him and shouts at the top of his lungs: Cat! And runs in the direction of the giant cat, which generates the fun of the whole team to realize that this was the first word of his son and do not realize that someone recorded the moment and uploaded it to social networks and all fall in love and have fun with the little Leo.

first words

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which your son’s first words are unexpected

warnings: none

you and pedri had been in a playful but very real competition for weeks now.

“say mama, leo,” you cooed as your son sat in his high chair, cheeks chubby and hands messy with mashed banana.

“no, papa, come on, leo. paaa-paaaa,” pedri argued from across the table, grinning.

the nearly one-year-old leo simply blinked up at you both, giggling and banging his spoon.

it had become an ongoing battle in the gonzález household. you each tried every trick in the book to get leo to say your “team’s” word first. there were no winners yet. well — until one very surprising day.

match day

pedri had invited you and leo to come down to the pitch before the match. the sun was just setting, casting a golden glow over the stadium. leo, in a tiny barça jersey with “leo” printed on the back, toddled between the two of you, holding both your hands.

the team was warming up, but many of them came over to say hi.

“ey, míralo! already dribbling?” ferran joked as leo reached down for the ball by eric’s feet.

olmo knelt down to leo’s height. “what’s up, campeón? ready to watch papa win today?”

iñigo ruffled leo’s hair, grinning. “has he said his first word yet?”

you and pedri glanced at each other. “not yet,” you both said in unison.

“and it’s going to be mama,” you added smugly.

“papa, clearly,” pedri shot back with a playful roll of his eyes.

but then — it happened.

the stadium speakers blared, signaling the arrival of none other than cat culer, barça’s beloved mascot.

leo froze. his wide eyes locked on the giant blue-and-red feline figure bouncing onto the field.

then, with the sudden clarity of a child on a mission, he raised one chubby finger, pointed dramatically and shouted, “cat!!”

the entire team went silent for a split second.

then exploded into laughter.

“nooo way!” ferran doubled over.

“cat?! that’s his first word?!” eric howled.

pedri covered his face, absolutely defeated. “cat? after all this time?”

“i’m not even mad,” you laughed, tears welling in your eyes from giggling so hard.

leo, in the meantime, had let go of both your hands and was now wobbling at full toddler speed toward cat culer. the mascot knelt down and scooped him into a hug, spinning him in the air as leo giggled uncontrollably.

what none of you noticed at the time was that someone — maybe a team media member, maybe a sneaky teammate — had captured the entire moment. within the hour, the video was up on barça’s official socials.

@fcbarcelona:

leo gonzález, first words and first love: cat culer!

#babyblaugrana #culerintraining

it went viral instantly. fans around the world shared clips, laughed at the reactions, and swooned over little leo’s precious scream of “cat!”

by the time pedri got off the pitch after the match (a win, thankfully), the video had millions of views.

as you both sat on the couch that night, leo asleep between you with his head on pedri’s chest, you showed him the comments.

“this is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.”

“leo’s first word being ‘cat’ is elite behavior.”

“protect leo gonzález at all costs.”

pedri groaned, laughing softly. “he’s never going to live this down.”

“neither are you,” you teased. “you lost to a cat.”

“i’m filing a protest. this wasn’t in the rules.”

you leaned over, kissing his cheek. “don’t worry, papa. you’ll get your word eventually.”

and he did.

but “cat” would always be leo’s legendary first.

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, @levidazai, @hollyf1, lmk if you want to be added!

#football #footballer x reader #football imagine #fc barcelona #pedri #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri imagine #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri fluff

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demie90s · 24 days ago

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Barbie Got Her Billionaire

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Nika Mühl X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST All PARTS

Part 2

⭑ pairing: Nika Mühl x you (fem!reader)

⭑ summary: You’re the chill, unbothered rich girl on the UConn team—generous by nature, but especially when it comes to Nika. She’s your favorite, and everyone knows it.

⭑ genre: fluff, soft romance, slice-of-life, college chaos

⭑ warnings: none

⭑ word count: ~2.3k

The dorm was loud. Again.

KK was throwing a pair of socks at Ice, who was dramatically lip-syncing to a Nicki Minaj song. Azzi and Aubrey were seated on the floor, holding up index cards with scores as if Ice’s performance was part of some ongoing, un televised talent show. Jana and Ayanna were tucked into the corner, focused as hell on a 2,000-piece Lego set, both muttering over which brick was which color. Paige? She was running the live, flipping the camera between everyone while sipping a smoothie and narrating the madness like it was a nature documentary.

Me?

I was at the far edge of the couch, legs sprawled out like I paid rent on the whole dorm and owned the air, hoodie up, laptop on my thighs, typing out the last few lines of my psych paper while someone’s foot bumped my shin. I didn’t even look up. I just adjusted the cursor and kept going.

That’s when Nika walked in.

No announcement. Just that usual Nika walk graceful, effortless, and knowing damn well she looked good in that oversized tee and gray shorts combo. She didn’t even say hi. Just wandered behind the couch, stopped next to me, and slid her fingers under my arm.

I tilted slightly, giving her access.

She reached in, grabbed my wallet, pulled out my platinum card like it was hers, and turned to leave.

I didn’t blink. Didn’t ask. Didn’t flinch. Just adjusted my posture again and tapped “Command + S” to save my essay. The others didn’t even react anymore either, except KK who muttered, “Damn. She really Barbie for real.”

Azzi snorted, “More like Nika’s Barbie. And that’s her Ken.”

“She’s not even Ken,” Paige grinned, looking dead at the live camera. “She’s a bank. She’s the bank.”

I ignored them.

It wasn’t that I didn’t hear. It just didn’t matter. Nika needed something—food, probably a pastry or a matcha run—and I had it. She didn’t even have to ask.

“You’re not gonna ask what she bought?” Ice called out.

“Nope.”

“What if she flying to Paris on your dime?” Aubrey asked.

“Then I guess I’ll see her when she gets back,” I replied without missing a beat, flipping the page in my notebook.

The room howled with laughter, and I didn’t even smirk.

See, the difference between me and them? I was never trying. I didn’t have to flirt with Nika. I didn’t have to post her or fight for her attention. She got it. Always had it. She’d come back from errands and drop a cookie on my desk like it was nothing, touch my wrist when passing by, sometimes slide into my bed at 2 a.m. just to fall asleep.

And I let her.

Always.

Not because I was desperate. But because… it was her. And if Nika wanted something, I gave it. No questions. No hesitation.

People tried to say I spoiled her. Paige said I was setting the bar too high. KK joked about me being in my “rich auntie era.” And maybe I was. Because when Nika wanted to go to Hawaii for 36 hours just to taste a mango lilikoi shaved ice from a place she saw on TikTok—I booked the flight, sent the itinerary, and made sure she had a seat by the window and was sat in first class.

She didn’t even look surprised.

She just kissed my cheek and said, “You’re unreal.”

I shrugged.

“Only for you.”

And I meant that.

#nika muhl #nika #nika mühl #nika muhl x reader #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #wbb x oc #wbb imagine #wbb #wbb x reader #wnba #wnba x oc #wnba x reader #wnba imagine

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celestiamour · 8 months ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ where he finds home ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ you and your daughter have managed to fall into a comfortable pattern of life with logan by your sides, but your ex shows up one night to stir up some trouble and the wolverine isn’t having any of it┊2.9k words; prt one

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: hurt/comfort? mostly fluff, ooc logan probably, single mother reader with an unspecified age but still younger than logan, this chapter is mostly in your perspective, asshole exes, rushed ending what, but love confessions & getting together isn’t that cute

➤ author's note: alright, part two of the single mom! reader & her daughter!! the amount of support i’ve had on this was overwhelming, so sorry that this chapter isn’t on par with the first one, hopefully the next one will be better!

ever since that night, logan found himself rarely going a single day without interacting with you or your daughter. he can’t explain the force that seems to pull him towards the two of you, but he can easily realize that the sheer magnitude of it overpowered the little voice in the back of his head spewing pessimistic comments about how this couldn’t possibly end well just like everything else in his life did. his little made-up rule not to get attached is thrown out the window every time he sees either of you, reminding him that one simply cannot fight against the impossible no matter how much of a hardened killing machine he used to be. how could he try to avoid these feelings when they seemed to fill the hole in his heart until it was bursting at the seams with affection as if it was as easy as the apple pie you sometimes baked to share?

besides, even if he tried to hide this rapidly growing fondness, it’s not like anyone would have let him: not when wade keeps on offering to babysit while you’re at work, not when your baby has picked up the habit of running up to him to ask for hugs or to be picked up, not when you’re a sight for sore eyes as you follow up in the evening in your formal attire and pearls to pick her up, and especially not when althea keeps asking you when you two are getting married with the claim that she doesn’t need sight to see the chemistry happening at the dinner table.

you’ll laugh and brush it off as the old lady watching too many romance films in her free time, but your cheeks are secretly burning in embarrassment at how literally everyone can tell that you’re crushing like a high schooler in your grown age except for the subject of your fancy.

logan himself is pretty difficult to read, but thankfully, his roommates are open-book, blunt to a fault, and willing to tell you anything and everything you need to know whether or not you even asked. for example, they confirmed he did indeed have a soft spot for you and your daughter, one that made them howl with laughter as they bully him relentlessly for it (feel free to tell them that they shouldn’t because he’s just being nice, they aren’t going to listen to you). he tries his best to refrain from swearing within earshot, not even under his breath on the off-chance she will hear it and pick it up. he fixes his appearance whenever he knows he’ll see you in an attempt to look more approachable. he never cares to listen to the ongoing conversations about other friends, but he’ll lean in a little closer if it’s about you. he even buys toys or stuffed animals on occasion because he thinks of her when he sees them.

you probably shouldn’t be thinking about these things during such a busy moment of your life when you’re focused on raising your daughter, getting that job promotion in the bag, and finally agreeing to take your ex to court for him to take responsibility by paying child support. although he’s as kind as a man who is as gruff and rugged as he can be, he’s still an older man (both chronologically and biologically) who is a mutant superhero with powers you were still unaware of. it’s not you questioning if he’s safe to be around, it’s you questioning if it’s in his best interest to have a family with all that going on (especially if he wanted to play father to a toddler who had no blood relation to him. playing uncle is one thing, but father? you can never be sure).

still, you would be lying if you said that seeing him being so tender and sweet with your daughter didn’t stir up a domestic image in your mind. a girl could only dream, right?

recently, he’s been showing up at your doorstep with a toolbox in hand every other day. you’ve been complaining lately about how nothing under your roof seems to work anymore and every time you inform the landlord, you get a half-assed job that falls apart within the span of a week: the pipes are leaking, the windows refuse to open, the gas stove won’t start, and there are also other things you never got around to fixing yourself like a wobbly desk or putting together a little bed for your baby since she’s outgrown her crib.

the conversations usually go a little something like:

“oh, you really don’t need to—”

“no, no, i insist— it’s not like i have anything better to do, and i’ll do a much better job than whatever the fuck those maintenance men have been doing anyways.” he’ll purse his lips at the unintentional curse word which slipped and then push past you. “anyway, which windows have been giving you trouble?”

it takes him an hour maximum to work his magic, always leaving behind something fully functional and stable enough to last for years. you’ll compliment his handy skills and try to push a wad of cash into his hands, but he refuses it every single time. you can’t match his stubborn personality for more than a few minutes, so you’ll sigh and offer him to stay for dinner instead because you refuse to let him go home empty-handed after helping you out so generously.

while you’re busy rummaging through your pantry and fridge for ingredients to cook something of varying degrees of complexity each time, your daughter will make an appearance to keep logan occupied because you refuse to allow anyone to enter your kitchen ever since that incident with wade. yes, he is more careful and mature, no, you’re not taking any chances.

tonight, she’s playing forcing him to play with an assortment of dolls. he’s never done this before, and it looks so awkward to see a grown-ass six-foot-two man holding a little blonde barbie limply in his hand without any idea what the setting is or the storyline or the characters supposed to be played, but your girl was smiling and cheerfully babbling something barely legible every time he played along so he wasn’t about to complain about it.

you hummed a tune while slicing thin slices of beef, completely on autopilot and enjoying the night of peace. the doorbell suddenly rang throughout your apartment and you rushed to wash off your hands before wiping them off with a dishrag, assuming it was one of his roommates. who else could the unannounced visitor be at eight-thirty in the evening?

the smile on your face immediately dropped when you saw the unusually unkempt appearance of your ex-fiancé, reeking of booze with his hair sticking out a little past his ears and rough stubble lining his jaw. before you could even say something, he rudely pushed past you and stood in the center of the unfamiliar space. maybe it was for the best since he definitely would have caused a massive commotion in the hallway and disturbed the neighbors who didn’t need to be subjected to your personal issues. your daughter had fallen silent and stared at him in a mix of confusion and something else that was unreadable yet clearly not joyous in any way.

the entire world seemed to stop for a moment as you held your breath in anticipation of his next move, wondering if he was going to be amiable or (more likely) stir some trouble to disturb the peace. your eyes met with logan’s and you shifted your gaze to the hallway entrance for a split second to signal him to bring your daughter into her bedroom, sparing her the scare that would come when her father would inevitably lash out.

he understood immediately and picked her up in a single swift motion, “come on, bub, it’s time to go to bed.” his hand rested her head on his shoulder and she appeared to be okay, just wide-eyed with her thumb in her mouth, almost as if she could recognize the gravity of the situation despite barely being able to comprehend such things.

“it’s only been a few months, and you’re already living with another man…:

“it’s actually almost been a year, but what are you even doing here? i thought you had a wedding to plan.”

“... wedding’s been canceled…”

“aw, really?” you could already tell where this was going. althea told you plenty of times that once he saw how much better you were doing without him while his life quickly tumbles down a slope, he would come crawling back. she made you promise on your life that you wouldn’t take him back no matter what, whether he begged on his knees promising he’ll be better or revealed he was the new ceo of amazon with riches beyond your imagination. you didn’t quite understand her concerns because the thought of it never crossed your mind once, but she just tutted and reminded you that love was unpredictable before revoking her statement when she remembered you wouldn’t get back together with your ex when the wolverine was on the table.

“she was seeing someone else…”

“well, well, well, you know what they say, ‘karma’s a bitch.’ it’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine, you cheating bastard.”

he took a step towards you and you flinched in response, making the other man standing in the shadows straighten his posture. he was never physically abusive, but you had no idea how he would behave under the influence. “you know she was the reason everything fell apart…”

“oh, don’t try to pin the blame on her when you were the one who was about to get married and you were the one who made the choice to abandon her family. good on her for leaving, and you should do the same.”

“do you ever think there would be anyone who would love you like i did? i was your first, and there isn’t anyone else who would take you as is. hell, i don’t even think the other guy will be around for much longer—”

“alright, i’ve had enough of this.” logan came forward from his spot in the shadows, getting closer to your ex until he was clearly intimidated by his looming figure and threatening aura. it’s the first time you’ve seen such a dangerous edge to him, yet strangely enough, you still felt safe knowing he was acting in your defense (if it was any other man, you probably would have kicked them both out before it could escalate). “get out of here.”

“can’t believe this,” he spat, turning his head to look back at you, “you bitch—”

he grunted at the insult, feeling more pissed off about it being directed at you rather than him, promptly throwing a punch into his face and gripping onto his collar before he could stumble over. an unfamiliar *schlikt* sound was heard before your eyes managed to process the long metal claws mere inches away from gouging out your ex’s eyes, making you gasp quietly in shock.

“okay! okay! i’m leaving!”

“i’ll escort you out,” he growled, still not letting go of him as he shoved him out of the door and closed it behind him, wanting to make sure that he would never come to bother you like this ever again and also drag him to apartment security to ensure they understood not to let him in ever again.

then once he was gone, logan stood outside in the slight cold for a moment wondering what to do next. he just revealed his true nature to you that he’s been trying so hard to suppress: violent and animalistic. he should just prepare to hear you say that you are now scared of him, that you would prefer it if he didn’t come over anymore and to stay away from you and your daughter.

the worst part is that he can’t even blame you, and a part of him feels like this was for the best. he was stupid to hope for a peaceful domestic with two human civilians when he was a mutant through and through. still, his heart drops at the thought of your eyes looking at him with fear rather than the usual caring, gentle look that made him forget all of his pain.

there was more impending doom weighing on him as he stalked up the stairs than there ever was for certain death missions.

his hyper-sensitive hearing easily picked up the sound of a baby crying, one that he immediately recognized as your daughter’s. he slowed his pace to hear you trying desperately to calm her down.

“oh, oh, shh, i know, i know,” you sighed, “god, logan, please hurry back…” he practically ran when he heard that, bursting through the door and rushing into the nursery which was in the process of being turned into a proper bedroom. there were slight tears pricking at your eyes when you looked at him, “sorry, can you put her to sleep? s-she won’t stop crying…”

“it’s okay, it’s okay, i got it,” he assured, taking her off your hands and soothingly patting her on the back, “please stop crying, you’re breaking your momma’s heart.”

after a minute or so, her high-pitched wails gradually quieted down, falling asleep in his strong arms and allowing him to place her in her little bed which was newly constructed by him just a few days ago. you led him out of the room, being careful not to make any sudden noises so as to not wake her again, and returned to the living room where it all started.

“i’m sorry you had to do all that,” you groaned, placing a palm on your forehead in a poor attempt to ease the forming headache. “i really don’t know what i would have done without you…”

“don’t apologize, i’m happy to help… but i completely understand if you don’t want to see me ever again…” he wasn’t sure why he brought it up when you didn’t even say anything about it, but perhaps he wanted to get the inevitable over with because this conversation would have happened sooner or later.

“what? why would i never want to see you again when you just saved me from my ex?” you asked, genuinely confused as you moved to pour out two glasses of wine and plopped down onto the couch with your head thrown back. “is it because of the claws? i don’t really care about that stuff— i mean wade runs around with at least one knife and gun on him at all times. besides, it’s not like you can’t control them, they only came out because you were trying to protect me…”

“well, yes, but—”

“logan, i really don’t care that you’re a mutant or a former killer or whatever— you’re a superhero who runs around in yellow spandex, fights evil, and is the only one who can get my daughter to sleep most of the time— i trust you.”

“... you do?”

“of course, i do,” you reach out and motion him to join you, leaning against his frame and feeling all of your stress dissipate at the contact. “i trust you with my life and you’ll always have a home here, i want you to know that..”

logan was silent for a moment, trying to remember the last time he heard words along those lines. “i don’t know if you mean that…”

“of course, i do, why wouldn’t i? although…”

“although?”

“i… i don’t think i could handle being just friends for much longer.” you cringed at your own words, sounding like a fucking teenager who was confessing to her first love. something straight out of a cheesy romance movie, or as deadpool would say, straight out of a fanfiction written by a lonely teenager who is trying to move the plot along and finish up. “god, that was so stupid—”

“well, no one said we had to be ‘just friends.’”

you looked at him ludicrously, “really? do you mean that?”

“i mean… if you’re okay with an old man who has adamantium claws in his knuckles…”

“are you okay with a lady who’s a single mom?”

“i think mine is a lot worse than that. sweetheart,” he chuckled, returning to the light-hearted tone. “so… does that mean i can kiss you?”

you hummed, “of course, you can.”

even with your spoken consent, he still seemed a little hesitant when his hand found its way to the back of your head and he stared deeply into your eyes. his gaze was honestly a bit overwhelming since you’ve never seen anyone else look at you that way before, making you wonder if this was how to felt to be truly desired as a person.

you leaned forward to finish the kiss for him, a quick peck at first, then a deeper one that carried all of the bottled-up feelings from the previous few months. it wasn’t anything too crazy, yet it felt like your very first kiss all over again, clumsy and inexperienced. when you finally separated from him, you pressed your nose against his and giggled, “spend the night?”

“i thought you would never ask.”

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#📜. her works #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine #wolverine x reader #deadpool and wolverine #x men #x men x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

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maudie-duan · 6 months ago

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Series Summary: For nearly two years, Harry has been fighting to keep his relationship with Olivia afloat. At what point does he make the choice to either endure or let the strain of the world defeat his ambitious hopes of a lasting relationship? Or will a single night and a fleeting encounter be enough to change the projection of Harry’s path? Maybe our ‘Mystery Girl,’ Shiloh, will happen to be in the right place at the right time.

Pairing: FineLine!Harry x Fem!OC

Trope: Forbidden love x Star-Crossed Lovers

Tag List: Always Open!

@howling-wolf97 @sassamanda77 @babegoalsreads @palmettogal508 @indierockgirrl @lizsogolden @sexymfharriet @pologoonies

Warnings: ( Posted with each chapter)

Story Type: Series (Ongoing...)

(CH. 1) Part l

(CH. 2) Part ll

(CH. 3) The Unexpected

(CH. 4) Is There Guilt?

(CH. 5) The Podcast

(CH. 6) Drunk Dial

(CH. 7) The Last Time

(CH. 8) Wait, What?

(Ch. 9) Ever Since New York

(CH. 10) Text Me Back

(CH. 11) The Art Of A Glance

(CH. 12) Always The Unexpected

(CH. 13) The weight of Waiting

(CH. 14) A Close Connection

(CH. 15) In The Light of Morning

A/N: You guys, this was my first series; bear with me. In no way, shape, or form is this meant to follow Harry’s actual life, nor are the facts or timelines real. This story will be from Harry and Shiloh’s POVs. I like switching between them. I’m nosy, and you get more details this way. So, if you like details, you’re in the right place. This story will be a slow burn, so hold tight. I’m glad you’re here!!! ENJOY!!!

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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pairing: sirius black x reader

contents: animagus!reader, reader gets a little banged up but not tooooo bad

part of the ongoing sirius x cat animagus!reader series (?) i have going on

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12

James is howling, much like Remus would, with his back up against the fridge. Well, he's doubled over in laughter, thick tears streaming down the sides of his face, so really he's got his ass up against the fridge, but no one thinks to chide him for it. Not while Remus is silently shaking in laughter, face beet red from trying to contain it, and Sirius is bent in half cradling your chin in his hands.

"I'm sorry," Your boyfriend pledges for the ninth time since it happened, "I'm sorry, darling, we didn't know you'd hit the ceiling."

"You hit the ceiling!" James gushes, tone entirely too cheery, "Remus-! Remus, Remus, she went like-!" He demonstrates your rather panicked jump with clumsy hands, and the other man looks as though holding in his laughter is physically paining him. It finally escapes in short bursts until he's laughing along with James, albeit kinder and more sheepish.

"That was mean of us," Sirius recognizes, "We just- we wanted to see if it worked!"

It worked.

They'd tested out a phenomenon, they'd made you their guinea pig, and they'd spread tinfoil on the countertop over your favorite seat. You like birdwatching from the bay window that's nestled into James's kitchen, but when you'd hopped up there today, what you now know as your reflection had jumped right back at you. At the time, however, you'd just seen an incoming attacker and you'd bolted, springing back off of the counter and, unfortunately, bumping into the low-hanging ceiling. All three boys had been witness to your unfortunate flight, and your face is firmly set in a scowl while Sirius tries rubbing the pain out of the spot that you'd bumped.

"It's not funny," You spit at James and Remus, the latter of which at least tries looking like he's sorry. James is too busy gasping for air, so he ignores you.

"It's not! It's not funny," Sirius promises, but even his voice trembles with a laugh as he tries stifling it by pressing a kiss to your head. You feel it, you feel his soft exhale against your sensitive scalp and you let out a grunt of frustration, squirming out of his hold and stalking off.

"Fuck you guys!" You shout, even though all four of you know your ego will stop aching in mere hours, and you'll forgive them for a homecooked meal and a new pair of fuzzy socks, "I'm gonna lock myself in your room, and shred holes in all of your underwear!"

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little-jana · 4 months ago

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"Off-Key and Under Surveillance"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Genre: fluff, can be read as friend!Spencer

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bad singing i guess, Hotch being the ultimate dad-figure, use of Y/N and Y/L/N

Summary: On a long drive to a crime scene, you convince Spencer to sing karaoke in the car with you.

Requested: yes! Thank you!

"Come on, Spencer. Just one song."

The car rumbled down the near-empty highway, the sun creeping toward the horizon as you leaned over to mess with the radio. The drive to the crime scene was long, and you were stuck in the passenger seat with none other than Dr. Spencer Reid.

Not that you were complaining.

Spencer was your best friend. Well, best friend and ongoing source of amusement, particularly when it came to getting him to do things outside of his comfort zone.

Like karaoke.

“(Y/N),” Spencer groaned, gripping the wheel just a little tighter. “You know I don’t sing.”

“Not even in the shower?” you teased.

“I barely have time to take long showers, let alone stage a musical performance in one,” he deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, first of all? Depressing. Second? This is a road trip. Road trips require music.”

He sighed, long and exaggerated, as if he wasn’t secretly enjoying your antics. “Technically, this is not a road trip. It’s an official Bureau operation en route to an active crime scene.”

“Oh my god, Spencer.” You dramatically threw your head back against the seat. “Do you ever let loose?”

Before he could launch into a full Spencer-style lecture about statistics on law enforcement behavior during vehicular transit, you turned up the volume.

A familiar melody filled the car.

Take on meeeeee… take me onnnnn…

“Oh, no,” Spencer muttered immediately.

“Oh, yes,” you countered, grinning.

You pointed at him. “Come on. You know this one.”

“I—”

I’ll be goooone… in a day or twoooooo!

Unable to resist, you sang at full volume, dramatically clutching your chest like you were performing for a sold-out stadium. You risked a glance at Spencer and—

Oh.

He was trying not to laugh. His lips twitched at the corners, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

Gotcha.

“You wanna sing it, don’t you?” you nudged him playfully.

“No.”

“You do.”

“I don’t.”

A few seconds of silence. The chorus was coming up again.

Then, just as you were about to launch into another exaggerated performance—

“Take on meee…”

Your jaw dropped.

Spencer was singing.

Granted, it was quiet. Awkward. A little off-key. But it was happening.

“Oh my god,” you gasped dramatically. “SPENCER!”

His face turned red immediately. “I regret this already.”

“You can’t stop now! Come on, commit!”

You belted out the next line, and Spencer—grumbling under his breath—reluctantly joined in, his voice growing just a little more confident.

For the next thirty seconds, it was pure chaos.

Off-key harmonizing. You doing dramatic gestures. Spencer trying not to laugh as he struggled through the high notes.

It was perfect.

Until—

“Reid. (Y/L/N).”

Both of you froze.

Spencer’s hands went rigid on the wheel.

The music was still playing. You were mid-lyric.

Then, you heard it again—loud and very unimpressed.

“Would either of you like to explain why I can hear an 80s pop concert through the comms?”

Your heart stopped.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Spencer’s face drained of all color. “Oh no.”

Hotch.

Hotch could hear you.

Hotch had been listening the whole time.

There was a moment of silence.

And then—Morgan’s voice, absolutely losing it.

“NO. WAY.”

“I forgot to turn off the comms,” Spencer whispered in horror.

Hotch sighed—the sigh. The “I have been dealing with these children for years” sigh.

“This is an FBI operation, not a road trip,” he said flatly.

You pressed your lips together so hard to stop from laughing. You weren’t sure if it was the sheer embarrassment or the fact that Spencer looked like he wanted to curl into a ball and disappear from existence.

Morgan, meanwhile, was howling.

“Oh, this is gold. This is pure gold. Please tell me we have that recorded.”

“I am so sorry,” Spencer blurted, gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.

You couldn’t help it—you snorted. Loudly.

Because, honestly? This was hilarious.

Spencer shot you a betrayed look.

“You’re laughing?” he hissed.

“You have to admit, it’s kind of funny,” you whispered back.

“I assure you, it’s not,” Hotch responded, clearly done with both of you. “Now, please, focus on the case.”

Morgan was still laughing.

“I swear, I’m gonna tell Garcia,” he wheezed.

Spencer groaned. “Please don’t.”

“Oh, I absolutely am.”

You wiped tears from your eyes, struggling to regain composure. “Okay, okay. We’ll behave.”

Silence.

Then, just as you thought the ordeal was over—

“Take on meeeeee…”

Your head snapped toward Spencer in shock.

Had he just—

Did he just—

“SPENCER!”

His face was red as he realized what just happened. “I—I didn’t mean to! It was reflexive!”

Morgan actually screamed.

“Oh, this is the best day of my life.”

Hotch groaned. “Get it together before you arrive on scene.”

Spencer buried his face in his hands. “I’m never going to live this down.”

You grinned. “Nope. But hey—at least you finally did karaoke.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, shaking his head. “In front of my boss.”

You patted his shoulder. “Hey, look at the bright side. At least now Hotch knows you have range.”

Spencer glared at you. “I’m dropping you off on the side of the road.”

You just laughed.

And somewhere, through the comms, Morgan was still cackling.

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 11 months ago

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Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

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