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atlasofthestaars · 7 months

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I can’t tell if your requests are open or not, so i’m sorry if they aren’t and just disregard this <3 Can I request ANYTHING with MK1 Bi-han, i’m down ASTRONOMICAL for him. if you want me to get specific something where he’s learning how to be affectionate and (ironically) less cold with you 😭 to me it seems like he’d be more of a physical touch/actions kind of person, even though that may be few and far between especially at first. also can i just say you’re the best mk writer i’ve seen ♥️

NOTE: They are! I just struggle with writing them sometimes, so I’m MUCH slower at making them than my New Era chapters, but they are!

<3 Thank you for requesting and being so lovely <3 Sorry for how long the wait was! I kinda treated this like a character study + my headcanons for the man.

Also I couldn’t tell if this was s/o or not so I just defaulted to crush?

The fic is set to be kinda ? told in his POV, but in second still. You’ll see! Also I kindaa got carried away at the end so maybe ??? a bit ooc. I just like writing people pining.

FOR YOU [SUB ZERO X READER]

Doing small things for others' convenience was not something Bi-Han was used to doing, nor was he known for doing these things.

“Get up.” Bi-Han stood over you, from where he had swept you and sent you tumbling to the floor. There were a few moments of silence as he watched you hesitate, staring up to him bewildered. Why were you confused? The command was simple enough. You stared at his hand, seeming lost in thought. He rolled his eyes.

How was this the person who could go toe to toe with him?

“Are you deaf?” He asked you, his stare turning into an icy glare.

Why did you look so lost?

Sure, he had never helped you off the ground before, Bi-Han could give you that. The reasons behind this was simple, he was just simply tired of hearing his brothers nag him for leaving you on the floor. It’s not like he helped any others up during sparring. They were capable of getting up themselves, they did not need their grandmaster to coddle them.

Just because he’s known you for a while, why should you be the exception?

Still, their complaints were tiring and bothersome, so he decided to try to help you up for once. Maybe that would settle their complaints. They were always pushing him to be a little less…icy. Plus, out of anyone, he supposed doing this for you would not be the worst. Sure, you tried to hang around him constantly, but your company wasn’t unpleasant he supposed.

Bi-Han growled as he watched you still lay on the ground, staring at his hand. With a huff, he lunged forward, grabbing your hand for himself. He was going to help you up one way or another, dammit. You were not going to be the person to deny his kindness. Hoisting you up, he was caught off guard as you collided with his chest.

Did he hit you so hard during training that you were acting dumb all of a sudden?

With a grunt, he steadied you, holding you by your waist. His hands settled quite nicely there, and his hands instinctively squeezed. Your hands were on his chest, as you righted yourself properly. He sent you another glare, this one more instinctual than intentional. You seemed caught off guard, confused, and so many things all at once.

You were confusing.

What was even more confusing was the fact that his mind seemed to want to capture this moment, wanting to sear the memory of you being in his arms permanently in his head. His hands twitched, and his lips pursed at the thoughts that invaded his head. He pushed them away, shooing them away like annoying flies.

A grandmaster should not be plagued by such…odd thoughts.

He sighed as he let go of your waist once you seemed steady enough. You shot him that sunny grin of yours, and commented on how his heart was finally defrosting. It seemed that you finally had your senses back. In return, Sub Zero frowned as he crossed his arms. You always had a knack for trying to make puns out of his powers. Still, despite the disapproving looks he always sent you, you never stopped.

Bi-Han wasn’t sure to think of you as brave for not caring for his warning glares, or stupid for ignoring them. He was inclined to think of the latter. Would you so brazenly ignore a wolf staring you down with predatory eyes? And yet, a small voice in his head told him otherwise.

He didn’t quite like nor agree with the voice. Honestly, he didn’t even know what to make of the voice in the first place.

“Satisfactory job for today.” Bi-Han said, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction as you beamed at his words. You were always too eager to accept any positive words from him. You gave his shoulder a pat and scampered off, probably to eat since it was around dinner time now.

He stood there for a bit longer, watching you disappear, and watching the place you last were before you turned the corner. He frowned as he realized he had been staring. How ridiculous, why had he been staring? With a grunt, he turned around and stalked off to his office.

He couldn’t get the feel of your hand out of his head, no matter how hard he tried.

Bi-Han was not known for little acts of kindness.

“You need to eat.” Bi-Han scolded you, shoving a bowl full of food in your hands. Your fingers brushed, and he pursed his lips, not knowing what to make of the tingle it left on his skin. He’s been more oddly aware of his skin whenever he was around you lately, and he wasn’t quite sure why.

He watched as that stupid confused look overcame your face again as you took it. It always happened whenever he did things like this, but never with anyone else. He felt a bit offended every time. It wasn’t as if he was incapable of kindness. It didn’t sit right with him the idea that you thought he was incapable of it. You looked at him, opening your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.

“You didn’t eat breakfast this morning.” He mentioned, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Which it was. Anyone, if they were paying even a smidge of attention to you, would notice how you failed to eat this morning. It actually has been a few days since you’ve eaten breakfast, leading to you complaining and being famished by lunchtime. It had begun to bother him.

Was it just him who noticed these things about you? You even seemed surprised by the information he told you.

How foolish.

“Did you make this?” You asked, peering at the food as you prodded the rice congee with the spoon. Bi-Han nodded, and he felt a strange fluttery feeling in his chest as you took a bite and hummed in delight. You were too pleased by this simple cooking, this was a meal that a child was capable of making. He didn’t like how he craved more of your approval. “This is really good! Thanks Bi-Han!”

Your praise made him feel content. Much to his chagrin, Bi-Han felt his mind churn out some ideas. How would you react if he made you something special instead of this simple breakfast? Certainly you would be more impressed, why shouldn’t you be? His cooking was sufficient. Maybe you’d even praise him more.

Maybe he should make you some more food, sometime.

“You should be eating breakfast, it’s stupid to skip meals.” The cyromancer continued to berate you with a frown. He didn’t like the idea of you skipping meals, it felt…wrong. He watched as you, through a mouthful of food, tried to excuse yourself. He sent you a glare. “There are no excuses. Even a child knows not to skip a meal.”

“But-”

“I just said no excuses.” Bi-Han said, shutting you down with a tone of finality. You sent him a sheepish look, one that told him that you were honestly, and truly sorry. You didn’t have any malice behind your actions, at least. He sighed, leaning forward to meet your gaze. “Just so you don’t go running around without at least some food in your stomach, I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Really?” You said. You blinked in surprise, and he nodded. You smiled at him, and he closed his eyes, ignoring how his mind wanted to save that imagery. “I’d like that a lot Bi-Han, thank you.” He nodded, opening his eyes to send you a small glare as he ignored the flutter in his chest.

“You need to wake up earlier though, so you have time to eat.”

“That’s worth it.”

Bi-Han was not known for letting others close to him.

“Hold still!”

You swatted his shoulder, huffing as you glared at him. Your confidence around the grandmaster was almost astounding to the rest of the Lin Kuei. Not many would not even think of glaring at the man, let alone swat his shoulder in annoyance. And yet, here you were, doing just that. The oddest part of it all was that Bi-Han was letting you.

Well, more like tolerating you.

Your efforts were not without some push back from Bi-Han. You received your fair share of glares, huffs, and scoffs. And yet, you ignored all of those. The glares he sent your way were deflected, as if they were mere stares. His huffs and scoffs were like entertainment to you. He watched as your grin grew whenever he did these.

When did you stop fearing his intimidating presence?

Did you ever fear him in the first place?

Bi-Han was left brooding as you tended to his wounds. He felt like a sheltered, pampered dog with a person who fussed far too much over him. His lips pulled into a frown as you pulled his arm into place, making sure to grip it tightly so he could not move and mess up your delicate work.

“I’m trying to stay still.” Bi-Han grumbled, his voice sounded resigned as he let the arm you worked on go limp. He had learned well enough from your previous efforts that resistance was futile. You would probably chase him down to the ends of the earth to dress his wounds. The thought alone seemed ridiculous.

Then again, it was you. And he wasn’t sure when he stopped minding it when it was you.

“Well, try harder!” You sassed, rolling your eyes. The grandmaster kept his eyes on yours, finding them more interesting than anything else in the room. No, he was not fawning over your eyes. Such a notion was unfounded. He simply didn’t think anything else was interesting.

That’s it. That’s all.

Your eyes were simply just more interesting than the same old training rooms he’s known since he could remember. Honestly, most things were. But your eyes were especially a standout. They held a certain quality to them. A warmth that could not be replicated, not even by his younger brother’s pyromancy. No, it was unique. Something he couldn’t quite place.

Bi-Han felt his breath catch as your eyes, the ones he definitely did not find fascinating, met his own eyes. You certainly had to have some sort of magic within your blood. It was impossible that you didn’t in some capacity. After all, why would he be unable to look away if that wasn’t the case?

“What?” Bi-Han asked, his voice rumbling as he continued to look at those strange eyes of yours. He watched as they narrowed once again at him, like he did something wrong. He couldn’t have, though, all he did was stare at you. And you never once complained about it.

“Did you even hear what I said?” You nagged. Realization trickled in, and Bi-Han’s first instinct was to frown. He most certainly did not hear what you said. It wasn’t his fault though. He was far more focused on trying to figure out your eyes than to hear whatever you had been going on about.

Not that he disliked your voice. It was nowhere near ear splitting and headache inducing. He’d never admit it, but it was the complete opposite of that. And by complete opposite, he meant it was tolerable. Nothing more, nothing less.

Seriously.

“No.” Bi-Han bluntly replied, knowing that you’d chew him out if he even bothered to lie. You seemed to read him better than he could read you. It was a bit frustrating. He wasn’t exactly an open book, yet you made him feel like one. Meanwhile, you were open with almost everything and almost everyone. So why could he not figure you out?

“I said you need to be more careful.” You repeated, an exhausted tone in your voice. He frowned, both at your insistence and your condition. Have you been skipping out on sleep again? After searching your face, he determined that no, you were just exhausted by him.

“I am careful.” He retaliated, dropping his gaze to look down at his hands. They were clasped together as he hunched over. He detested the way his mind started to drift back to thoughts of you again. How would your hand fit in his? Were your hands soft and gentle? Or were they rough and calloused like his? Were they warm? Cold?

Why did he always think of you?

“Clearly, you’re not careful enough.” You nagged. For emphasis, you tightened the bandage you were wrapping around his bicep. He should not like the fact that you were concerned over him. He didn’t need you to be concerned over him. “Honestly, for being grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, I thought you’d be more careful.” You muttered.

Bi-Han sent a half hearted glare your way, being met with one of the same intensity. He couldn’t even muster up a retort to send your way. It was just because he knew you wouldn’t care whatever harsh comment he had. That’s it.

His mind fixated on the gentle way you smoothed out the bandages. Your fingers tracing over his muscles such care that was foreign to the cryomancer. It felt…domestic. His heart skipped a beat at the idea of a domestic life.

Since when did he crave for those kinds of things?

“Someday I might not be here to patch up your wounds.” You threatened, but both he and you knew it was a half hearted lie. You would always be there to bother Bi-Han. Whether it be to nag him, make stupid jokes, or just to…be there.

He’s grown soft, he realized, if he’s actually grown to tolerate you and your presence without too much thought. Looking back, the man realized that, he’s actually grown to be used to you being with him for a while now. This realization would have made the man angry or terrified long ago.

Now he was just…okay with it.

And so Bi-Han sat there, with the overwhelming realization that he’s grown to trust you.

Bi-Han was not known for being vulnerable.

The grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, as much as he would never admit it, is very much human.

He had dreams. Dreams of ascending to higher things than just being a member of a clan that listened to a god to a drop of a hat. He had aspirations of growing stronger and better than he was now. He had flaws, much like any other person. He was ambitious to a fault and was too harsh and blunt, even to his own kin.

But most of all, Bi-Han felt weaknesses.

It wasn’t often, but he sometimes thought of his parents.

Bi-Han’s relationship with his father was strained. To be the firstborn of a clan that was so revered meant he had a lot of expectations on him since he was born. He had to command respect without being harsh. He had to be confident, but not cocky. He had to give up who he was, or wanted to be, for the clan. Because Bi-han was now the clan’s life blood.

The cyromancer never asked for such a destiny. But who was he to deny a path to power since birth? He supposed it was only worthy of him, as he rose to the challenge when he knew many would crumble under the immense pressure. He alone withstood the harshness of his father’s teachings when others did not see that side of him.

No one else had to see the sheer disappointment in his father’s eyes everytime he did not live up to his expectations.

It was suffice to say his father expected much of him. Bi-Han, after all, was going to inherit a lot of power and responsibility. It was only fair. Still, bitterly, the cyromancer remembered how much easier his brothers’ expectations were. But it was fine. It was not as if they were trained to be the next grandmaster of a clan.

It was probably for the better, for now he was a man who could hold his own.

Still, sometimes he wished, deep down, that he had a father instead of a teacher.

Bi-Han’s relationship with his mother was better. Where his father surmounted a lot of pressure upon his son to forge him into a diamond, his mother took care and time to polish him. The man was ever thankful for and adored his mother.

When father had been harsh, she had always been there to provide guiding words to help quell his fears. She gave him compassion and kindness in his times of need. His mother had always been proud of him, even when he felt as if he fell short.

Bi-Han had been hit the hardest by his mother’s death.

Tonight was one of those nights where his weaknesses managed to snag their claws into him and tear at his chest. Lying down on his bed, he stared up towards the ceiling. It was dark in his room. He preferred it that way. But the cover of darkness did not help his mind as he looked into the inky black darkness.

Though he did not feel the chill of his own powers, he knew that the temperature in his room was dropping quickly due to his lack of self control. He should have better control than this. The old man would despise this as much as he despised him.

He needed water. Water would help him get back into the right mindset.

Bi-Han trudged towards the kitchen, a layer of frost following in his wake. Thoughts of the parents he no longer had filled his mind as he went, trying to drag him down. Shards of ice born from his irritation grew on his forearms.

Why were the dead haunting him so much?

It was irrational for him to allow them to have such a chokehold on his thoughts, even after all this time. The cyromancer owed them nothing. He had no need for them to whisper into his mind, telling him how he needed to be more than he was now. How Bi-Han was still not enough,

The knob on the kitchen grew icy as he gripped it. Fragile shards dropped as he turned, shattering like glass on the floor. His steps felt like molasses as he walked towards the sink. The glass he grabbed immediately grew cold, almost threatening to shatter in his hands.

He glared at the sink as it refused to relinquish the water he desperately needed. Bi-Han felt his frustration grow, and he clenched his fists. He trembled and shook from anger. He was the grandmaster, dammit! He should not be struggling with any of this.

The glass shattered in his hand.

“Bi-Han?” A voice rang out amongst the whispers in his head. He froze, the ice on his hands sticking to the sink like his father’s teachings stuck to him. Like a cornered animal, Sub Zero’s head whipped around and he glared instinctively at the intruder.

It was you.

You stood in the doorway, eyes wide as you looked at the mess that was Bi-Han. He cringed inwardly, detesting how you saw him at his lowest. Slowly, you stepped into the room, looking at the shards of ice and the frost that had overtaken the room.

“Are you okay?” You asked, now in front of Bi-Han. Instead of the fear he had imagined in your eyes, you only showed concern. Slowly, you reached out a hand to cradle his now bleeding hand. You examined his hands, taking out the bandages you seemed to always carry for his sake and began to patch him just like you always did.

The words Bi-Han wanted to say caught in his throat as he stared at you. He was bewildered. Why were you not running? Why were you still here? It was illogical for you to be staying here when he was like…this.

“I saw all the ice.” You said, your voice gentle and soft. It soothed the pain. It silenced the whispers in his head. “I was worried for you.” You murmured, your gaze focused on his hand that you held so carefully, as if it would break if you breathed too hard.

Normally, he hated being treated lesser than he was. But he knew with you, that wasn’t the case here.

“Sorry if I’m overstepping but…” You said. You paused, uncertain over something. Then, slowly you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a warm gentle embrace. For a moment, Bi-Han stood there stiffly, not knowing what to do. This type of affection was lost to him.

Slowly, though, he wrapped his arms around you too.

And he sobbed into your shoulder.

Bi-Han, most of all, was not known for being soft.

Standing outside in the garden, you stood by his side. You always seemed to find your way there. Bi-Han could not think of a better place he would rather you be. It only felt right that you were there, after everything you’ve been through with him.

The cyromancer glanced at you, letting out a breath as he saw the frost nip at your nose and cheeks making them flush. Bi-Han, in that moment, was jealous of the gentle snow and cold and how it brought the color to your cheeks.

It should be him.

If he made a light snowstorm like the one surrounding you both, would you look at him with even a fraction of the admiration he held for you? If he made an ice sculpture dedicated for you, would you swoon for him and fall into his arms?

No, none of those felt right.

He watched silently with thinly veiled admiration as you spread out your arms, embracing the cold weather. A large smile pulled at your lips, and it also pulled at his heart. The joy on your face was nearly infectious, and he had to fight to keep his lips from quirking up. And yet, if you were to open your eyes and look over, you would see the ghost of a smile on his lips.

No person should have this amount of control over another over a damned smile, and yet here you were. You were able to make the icy grandmaster smile without lifting a finger. All you had to do was to have to smile. By the Netherrealm, you could just look at him at this point and his heart would be jumping for joy.

You had him wrapped around your finger, did you know that?

No. Of course not. You were too oblivious to his feelings. If you did, you would and should be trying to hug him, and not the snowflakes that surrounded the both of you. So instead, Bi-Han just admired your all too perfect face, trying to commit the sight to memory.

By the elder gods, he really wanted to kiss you.

“Isn’t the snowfall just wonderful?” You asked, peeking open an eye to look at him. Bi-Han, snapping out of his stupor, crossed his arms like he guarded his heart. He paused, trying to think of something, anything.

What should he do? Should he try to flirt? No, knowing you, you’d probably laugh at his attempt and think he was trying to make a joke. That, and flirting wasn’t really his style anyways. That was something the arrogant actor would do, and he wanted you to fall for him, Bi-Han. Not Johnny Cage.

So instead he just nodded.

It seemed a sufficient enough answer for you. Your smile grew, and Bi-Han wondered for a moment if you were the embodiment of the sun. No, of course not. You were far more radiant than that stupid star, if anything, the universe should revolve around you.

His world already did, anyways.

“It’s nice to have something gentle for once, it’s usually a blizzard out here!” You exclaimed, and Bi-Han’s mind couldn’t help but to run in circles over your words. Did you prefer a gentleman? The ghost of a smile on his lips disappeared, replaced with his usual frown.

He wasn’t exactly a shining definition of a gentleman.

“Aw, you stopped smiling.” You pointed out, and Bi-Han’s heart skipped a beat. So you weren’t as oblivious as you seemed. You noticed his smile, and even seemed to mourn the loss of it. Did you like it? If he were better at it, he’d smile just for you. His lips pursed, and he suddenly wishes he could smile on command. He’s never wanted that before.

Bi-Han’s eyes wander, and they look towards you hair and the snowflakes that decorate it. You looked absolutely ethereal. It was like the universe was trying to set him up for failure. How could the universe decorate you just so…perfectly?

“Man, I should have brought gloves.” You complain. You bring up your hands, which were trembling slightly from the cold. You exhaled into them before rubbing them together to try and bring back some warmth into your body.

“Here.” Bi-Han said, and his body worked faster than his mind as he grabbed your hands. For a moment, he was pleased with himself. Then, in the next, he felt foolish. His hands were probably cold, what was he thinking? He stared at you, trying to gauge your reaction to his impulsive actions.

At first, it was shock. Then, that melted away into something that felt…bashful? Bi-Han’s heart skipped a beat, and he forced himself to engrave the look on your face into his brain. He never knew someone could look so breathtaking.

“Oh, thank you.” You said, your face becoming ever more flushed. The grandmaster’s heart swelled with pride and joy. He made you feel this way. Certainly that had to mean something, right? You bit your lip, and he couldn’t help but be entranced. How could someone have such kissable looking lips? “I…um…I need help with something else too…” You trailed off, swallowing as you nervously looked away.

“Hm?” Bi-han hummed, entranced by the usual shyness. He leaned ever closer, eyes searching your face. Whatever it is you wanted, he would give.

“My lips are cold too.” You managed to mumble out, before giving him the most hopeful smile he’s ever seen. Bi-Han’s lips grew into a soft smile as his stomach did backflips. He leaned forward, until his lips hovered just a breath away from yours.

“I can help with that.”

Then, he gave you a kiss.

Bi-Han was not known for doing small things for others, nor for his kindness. He never was known for letting others in or for vulnerability. And most of all, he was not known for his softness.

And yet, he’d be all of that and more, if it was for you.

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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Bro, infinite darkness Leon is plaguing my mind I’m being so fr rn. So my req is like DomInfiniteDarkness!Leon and like this reader who rlly sarcastic and bites back and shit like that and the plot is (porn 🫶 obvi) that he asks reader to ride his face (after a few days of sexual tension) and like she’s taken aback at first but then she’s like ‘he’s hot tho’ (not rlly I can’t think of a better response, u can choose) so she rides his face yeah, and he has this grip on her thighs that she can’t even try squirming away

And omg, there should be like this one part when he’s eating her and like she grips his hair and he goes feral and sucks harshly as a motion to continue the grip on his hair, also the stubble that he has should like graze her poussay and like she clenches bc of it and Leon notices 😮‍💨🤭🤭

Leon just gives pussy-eater vibes, is it jus me? 😭 anyways in not asking this anonymously bc I need this shit so bad

If u wrote anything similar, I’m sorry 😭 😭

Tyyyy ♥️♥️♥️🫶🫶🫶🫶

( I had to, he’s so fine)

ID Leon is a plague in my mind he never goes away. I was actually writing a request super similar to this so i hope the other person who requested this sees this!! I honestly don’t think it’s that good but i try my hardest FOR YOU GUYS. I made the reader plus size deal with it and if you hate it so much just block it out with your mind okay because i needed to write a lil something for me in this one. Sorry i haven’t been posting much writing i hit little blocks sometimes and feel like my writing sucks but nothing a little sleep couldn’t fix!

Disclaimer!!! This blog is 18+ only! If you are underaged please don’t interact with my posts thank you!!

mentions of afab slighty plus size reader x ID Leon!!

Warnings: Angsty kinda! Mentions of yelling, holding guns and close to death experiences. Leon forces reader to sit on his face, he’s kinda rough with her

word count: 2,826

Heavy. Your arm hanging from the metal that had been broken not even seconds before. Though you and Leon had far to many disagreements he was still your partner. Just the way his head tilted up and his hand gripped at your wrist you knew he was so angry that you would throw yourself so close to death just to save him. The metal beneath you made a loud creaking noise as you gripped at Leon's hand, your other arm folding over to pull him up onto the platform with you.

“You have a death wish?”

Leon yelled as he tried to carefully crawl up next to you as you let go of his arm. You leaned back on your arms, catching your breath, your eyes followed Leon standing up, his hand reaching down to help you off the floor.

“That must’ve really bruised your ego huh, kennedy.”

Mascara caked a bit under your eyes due to all the running and the tank of water exploding all over you. Your hips swayed side to side as you put your hand up waving goodbye to Leon, yelling something about how you’d see him next week.

——-

Leon’s jaw tightened watching your hips sway, the way your soaked shirt clung to your body. You were his rookie once, he trained you from the ground up. Once your promotion hit you never let Leon talk down to you again, and he hated it. Snarky comments about his aim, about the way he talks, how he looks in his suits.

His body screamed at him for relief, preferably whiskey. The bar was quiet and he couldn’t help but thank the god he didn’t necessarily believe in. His fingers traced over the rim of his glass in front of him. The man had too much trauma, a troubling past and current that just weighed on him so heavily that it made everything he does difficult.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Your silky voice snapped him from his day dreaming, his chin tilting down as his eyes traced every dip and curve of your body before he brought the glass to his lips, the liquid stinging his throat as he tilted the glass against his mouth. You wore that pretty black dress you had been wearing back in Grahamas office, but of course you had to change when actual shit started to go down. It hugs your hips and thighs so good, your plush legs crossing over each other as you sat down staring at your partner.

“You okay?”

For once you seemed genuinely concerned for him, Leon’s head nodding as the bartender poured more whiskey into his glass. Your delicate hand reaching forward and pulling the glass from him. Leon sighed turning himself to you in full, his hands reaching down to unbutton his jacket that held it to his center.

“What.”

A smirk quickly grew on your lips as you took HIS whiskey down your throat, your nose scrunching as you pushed the glass back to him. He was so tired of your bratty demeanor, it’s so unprofessional, so unclassy. Your hands reached out to fix the collar of his white button down as you still processed the burn of the alcohol.

“I worry about you sometimes.. Anyways, I was looking for you then Claire told me you were rambling about desperately needing a drink.”

Leon couldn’t help but admire the way your hands moved when you spoke, your eyes rolling at the mention of his small drinking problem.

“Drinking everyday is bad for your liver Leon.”

Leon groaned at your lecturing, his hands coming up to shush you.

“Fuck you..”

He grumbled, causing your mouth to drop open. Honestly you were offended. For once you were really concerned about the man which was rare from either of you because if you weren’t working, you were fighting.

“You’d like that too much, old man.”

———-

“Cmon Le.. Let's just have one more drink.”

Leon’s hands held at your waist as you stumbled into him. So while you lectured him for drinking so much you downed shots one after another right in front of him. Leon watched you ramble all night, the night he was supposed to spend for himself. After he pulled the both of you outside, you shivered pointing to your car, you hand grabbing for your keys in your purse.

“Okay bye Leon.”

You slurred as a whistle left Leon’s lips, his much taller frame coming in front of you to catch you yet again. Your hands nudged at him, trying to push him off you as you whined about it being cold and how you wanted to lay down. His hands worked at his jacket, shrugging it off and reaching for your arms and slipping it onto you.

“Stop talking and walk, let’s go, you're not driving.”

You were an idiot. Leon’s head shook in disappointment as the two of you began your walk down the street in silence. Even through your drunken fog you could see he was upset with you, your hands playing with the long sleeves of his dark blue suit jacket. He did have his moments where he got genuinely upset with you, like when you had accidentally stabbed him during training, or when you stepped in front of him and Chris during a mission to take the damage of a blown hit. You didn’t belong in this field and he had no idea how you even made it this far. He reached into his back pocket pulling his keys out before he pushed open the door, turning himself back to you.

“Inside.”

His palm rested against your lower back as you stepped inside his home, your eyes adjusting to the lighting change. Leon pulled the jacket off of you and threw it on his couch before he leaned on the counter staring at you. Standing in the middle of his living room. His annoyance was making you sober, playing with your fingernails as he glared at you. His back turned to you as he pulled a glass from his cabinet, turning on his faucet to pour water into it. You flinched as he slammed it in front of you.

“Drink.”

A laugh left your lips as you reached for the glass, taking a sip. But Leon didn’t seem to find it as funny as you did, his hands resting on the beautiful marble counter.

“Lots of one word responses tonight huh.”

You asked as you finished off the glass of water, your hand rubbing your stomach. He was in his own world, it was shocking he cared as much as he did.

“Yeah, goodnight.”

Leon mumbled as he pulled the glass into his sink, pointing to the blankets on the couch. Watching his figure walk down the hall made your skin crawl. You wanted to tell him how scared you were today, how you almost lost him. How he didn’t notice the bruise on your right shoulder from almost breaking your shoulder saving him.

————

A loud thump of a pillow hitting your face shook you from your sleep, your hand reaching for your gun as you sat up.

“Oh calm down. Let’s go Grahams called.”

Leon spoke as he handed you your shoes. You yawned, pushing your heels on before running out the door after him. It’s your favorite time of day, even though you have a violent hangover and it feels like you are going to puke with every step you take trying to catch up to Leon. Out of breath finally walking beside him you push your neck forward, nodding with that stupid smug look on your face that Leon hated.

“You clean up really nice Leon, what straightener do you use?”

How could you be so bitchy at eight in the morning, Leon’s eyes rolled, his lips pressed together as he got into his car, you not falling too short behind. Out of all the people in the department he didn’t understand how he ended up with you as his partner.

——-

“What?”

Leon stood next to you, him and the president sharing a glance as he sighed.

“Listen, Leon told me what happened yesterday and we decided collectively it would be best for you to go work for another agency.”

Your jaw grew tight, it felt like your teeth were being grinded down and your cheeks were flushed a deep red in anger. Your head snapped to Leon, your eyes squinting at him. How could he file a complaint about you saving his life? He is lying directly to the source but you had no proof he was lying which is what made the situation so much worse.

“Fuck you.”

Your words smacked Leon in the face, your body purposely shoving into his shoulder- and hard too. The sound of your heels clicking filled the hallway, your anger building in your chest as you stormed out the back door. This was your life purpose, being an agent. When your younger brother had died at the hands of Umbrella you tried working your way up to demolish it all. None of it mattered anyways because when you met Leon and Chris your life had completely changed. Even though you and Leon had too many unsolvable problems, you thought he still cared? Now you were left jobless, clueless. You looked down at your phone as it buzzed in your purse ‘Leon’ Flashing on the screen.

Stupid son a bitch.

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Loud banging on your door woke you up, your eyes fixing on the clock on your nightstand. Three in the morning? Sitting up quickly you pulled your handgun from your dresser, tip toeing into the living room area of your flat.

“Who is it? I have a gun!”

When not at work your self defense skills were beyond poor, the banging stopped, the sounds of shuffling were heard before a small thud was heard against your door. Peering into the small eyehole of your door, there stood Leon. His eyes squeezed shut as he rested his palm against your door, you immediately swung the door open causing Leon to fix at his posture.

“Jesus christ Leon, what the fuck?”

Leon’s body pushed into your flat, slamming the door behind him. His hands grabbed at the gun in your hand, laying it on your counter. Your lower back smacked against your couch as he towered over you, his hands reaching down to hold at your face before his lips smacked into yours. No alcohol? Leons teeth nipped at your lip, pulling a low moan from you before you put your hands out pushing him away from you

“What are you doing?”

Leon’s chest heaved as he stared at you, you still looked so sleepy, your pretty nightgown resting so beautifully on your thighs. Your hair was a mess and now your lips were all puffy, he couldn’t fucking stand you. Leon’s hand ruffled through his hair as he looked down the hall to your room, your bed sheets a mess. Leon’s hand gripped your upper arm, walking down the hallway with you in his hands.

“Leon! Stop! Look at me”

Pretending you didn’t like the way he touched you was a joke, and you knew Leon could tell just by the way you reacted to his touch. A whine spilled from your lips as he shoved you down onto your silk sheets, your fingers reaching down to fix your nightgown that had flown up. The sound of Leon’s knees hitting the floor echoed through your ears, your upper body lifting as you watched him lick at his chapped lips. His head shook at the sight of your glistening folds in front of him, your thighs squeezing together as you stared down at the man. Stammers of protest left your lips as Leon’s fingers dug into the flesh of your meaty thighs, of course he was strong but you didn’t know he was this strong. A deep groan emitted from his chest as he lifted his hand, his tongue running across his fingers. His eyes finally met yours, his fingers slick with his spit rubbing small circles on your clit.

“Not so much to say now, huh?”

Oh. Your heart dropped as you remembered the paperwork you had sent in placing a complaint for him. Talking about how unprofessional he was, how he drinks on the job, and stuff about his personal life in general, your lips shook as your mouth opened, a moan ripping from your throat as Leon's thick fingers pushed into you, your hand reached down grabbing at his wrist but he pushed it off to side as he rose his way up your much smaller body. His other hand gripped at the inner part of your knee, locking it beside him as he pushed his fingers into you.

“God you piss me off, Grahams was so mad at me you know? But unlike you I didn't lose my job. You had me with your little comments but I swear if you try something like this again, I will do more than fuck you stupid, Do you understand me?”

When did Leon get the capability to be so fucking mean? Your head nodded up at him, his fingers drawing from you. Leon’s head shook in disapproval as he pushed himself off you, laying down on his back.

“Sit.”

Great. Back with the one word responses. You sat up confused as your hand reached down to cover your exposed self. Your gaze shifted to Leon who looked so pretty sprawled out onto your black silk sheets. His pupils were blown with lust.

“Sit?”

Laughter came with the question as Leon tilted his head to the side to admire you tilting your head back as you laughed at yourself. His hands tugged you towards him, making you lose your balance. “fucking brat.” He mumbled as he dragged you onto of him, your body sitting on his chest.

“Sit on my face. I know you’re not stupid.”

Leon spoke up to you as he pulled your hips towards his face but you pushing yourself back made his eyebrows raise.

“Leon, I'm going to kill you..”

You sat up slightly trying to take more weight off his chest. You weren’t the skinniest but Leon knew that you were always a bit self conscious about your weight, and the amount of times he has caught you has been extremely surprising. One look down at him changed your mind, he was looking at you as if you were the only person in the word, his tongue continuously licking over his lips, you let out a shaky breath before you brought yourself forward grabbing at the headboard. Hovering over his face still too scared but Leon’s hands reached up, pushing you down onto his face.

“Leon!- oh-”

Screams of worry turned into soft cries of pleasure, Leon’s hands reaching back to cup at your ass in his hands, somehow pushing you further into him. Your eyes finally fluttered open, staring down at Leon who seemed to be enjoying much more than he should. Never did you imagine Leon’s face so deep into you, your thighs pushing against his cheeks, the scruff on his face scraping your soft skin. His eyes opened hazily, staring up at you as he pushed his tongue into you, his hands still rocking you into him.

“Leon wait!-”

You cried out as a boiling burn started to build in your stomach, your body going to crawl off of him. Leon’s arms wrap around your thighs before you’re flipped over, his thighs laying over his shoulder as he laps at your folds on long strokes. Your hands reach down, grabbing at his soft hair. Leon moans out, vibrating your entire body as he uses his fingers to hold your folds open. He’s sucking at your clit so fucking good, your hands trying to push him away as he hold you’re hips down. He could have this view forever, the way you’re crying for him and the way you taste so good in his mouth. The amount of times Leon has wanted to force you down and suck on your pretty little clit was too many to count on his hand.

“Fuck!”

Your scream could probably be heard from all the flats around you as your orgasm flashed through your body, causing tears to drip from your eyes. A cry left your throat as Leon sat up, his fingers gently rubbing small heart shapes on your clit with a big smile on his face. He looked so beautiful, your slick covering his chin and his lips swollen from sucking at your folds for so long.

“Le.. s’ too much.”

Leon shook his head as he leaned down, sloppily pressing kissing on your lips, your own taste filling your mouth before you screamed out at the feeling of Leon once again pushing his long fingers into you.

“Jus’ give me five more of those pretty.. I'm enjoying this too much.”

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #leon infinite darkness #ID leon #LEON EATS PUSSY YUP

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writingforstraykids · 2 months

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hi author moon 👋🏾

hope your doing well and i wanted to put in a request. Chanlix x fem reader with prompts 65,67 and 75 with fluff please?

also MERRY CHRISTMAS

if you don’t celebrate that, then happy holidays!! ♥️🎄

Hello my dear, I hope you had a lovely holiday season and started well into the new year. I'm sorry I wasn't able to finish this one before Christmas but I really hope you like it😊Thank you for the request💕

We always need you

Pairing: Felix x Chan x fem!reader / Chanlix x fem!reader

Word Count: 981

Summary: After a long week you and Felix decide to convince Chan to take a break and relax for one

Warnings/Tags: fluff

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan wakes up to someone planting tiny, loving kisses all over his face. He makes a soft sound and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow. “No,” he protests weakly, and can hear you giggle.

“Morning, love,” you greet him fondly and run your hand through his untamed curls. “Come on, you have to be back at the company in an hour.”

“Don’t want to,” he groans and buries himself deeper into the pillow. “You can’t make me.”

“Maybe not…but Lixie can,” you smirk, and Chan snorts.

“Yeah, sure, I wanna see that,” he laughs, flinching away when someone hits his arm playfully.

“I’ll show you,” Felix chimes in, and Chan turns onto his back, squinting his eyes at him. Felix hovers over him with an amused grin, hair hanging into his face as he does. “You look like shit.”

“Good morning to you, my charming baby,” Chan laughs, not even offended, and rubs his face tiredly.

“When did you get back yesterday?” you ask.

“You mean today. When did you get back today?” Felix corrects you with a chuckle, and you fondly roll your eyes at him.

“I don’t know, three?” Chan shrugs.

“That means five,” you sigh softly, scolding him more gently than you should.

“Fine,” Chan sighs right back at you. “I just needed to finish-.”

Felix shuts him up with a kiss, leaning down and connecting their lips tenderly. “It’s always just one little thing you had to finish; don’t bother,” he laughs, and Chan shoves his chest.

“I demand cuddles,” Chan announces cheerfully and reaches out for you. You let him pull you against his chest and get comfortable, smiling at Felix, who does the same. Your hand finds Felix’s, and you intertwine your fingers on Chan’s stomach. Chan soothingly runs his hands through your hair, smiling as the two of you search his near. “I love you two so much.”

“We love you too, Channie baby,” you answer with a fond smile. “We missed you yesterday.”

“Oh, come on,” he chuckles. “You have each other. What would you need me for?”

“We always need you,” Felix argues gently and cuddles closer. “All we do is talk about how much we miss you when you’re not there when we go to bed.”

“Mhm, we really miss your warm hugs and kisses then,” you agree.

Chan almost chokes on his chuckle as tears brim his eyes. He didn’t expect you to be so sweet and actually feel like it makes such a difference if he’s there in the evening or not. “Bullshit,” he whispers weakly, but the way your grip on him grows tighter proves him differently.

“Can you finish off earlier tomorrow?” Felix asks, soothingly rubbing his chest and nuzzling his nose into his neck. “We wanna take you out for dinner.”

“Any special occasion?” he asks surprised.

“No…we just think you deserve a break,” you tell him, and Chan’s heart is about to burst.

“Also, in case we haven’t mentioned that, we missed you the past few nights,” Felix giggles.

“Do you have time? If not, we can reschedule,” you promise, and Chan quickly shakes his head.

“No, I have time, I always have time for you two. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show you that in the past few weeks,” he apologizes and hugs you both very tightly. “Dinner sounds amazing.”

The next evening, Chan drags himself in ten minutes before your departure. He throws his bag into a corner, kicks his sneakers off, and stifles a yawn as he makes his way into the living room. Chan’s exhausted from the lack of sleep these past few days; his back and neck hurt from sitting at his desk all the time, and his body screams for a break after that extra lesson with Min today. He had been anxious to mess up the new choreo, and Minho was glad to help him out, but they were both exhausted after. Chan forces a smile onto his lips, pretending to be so thrilled about their public dinner tonight. He frowns, seeing Felix and you still on the sofa in casual clothes and tilts his head at you. “Uh…I thought we leave in ten minutes?”

You flash him a smile and shake your head. “Lix told me how tired you were when he stopped by,” you tell him, and Chan’s frown deepens.

“We decided to go out another time. What you need tonight are cuddles, your favorite meal, and a long, warm bath,” Felix adds with a gentle smile.

“But…what about dinner?” Chan asks, sitting down heavily between the two of you as you pull him down. “You two were so excited.”

“You being home and able to relax is worth so much more,” you promise, and Felix hums agreeingly.

“And when did you ever say no to cuddles and a nice night in?” Felix giggles.

Chan looks at the two of you stunned, and can’t fight the tears brimming his eyes. “You’re so cute,” he breathes out, and before he knows it, the two of you wrap him in a loving, warm hug. He sniffles softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed, and smiles as neither of you questions it. “I love you so much.”

“We love you too, babe,” Felix assures him and kisses his cheek. “Now try and relax a little, and let us handle the rest, okay? No thinking for others tonight, just let us spoil you.”

“Okay,” he chuckles softly and wipes his cheeks as you pull back from him, laughing at himself. Only then does he notice what both Lix and you are wearing. “Are those my shirts?”

“They’re plain black. Take a wild guess, Channie love,” Felix snorts.

“I still get confused sometimes when I open your closet and stare right into the void,” you add, laughing as Chan makes a soft protesting sound and lovingly pinches your side.

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rukia-writes · 11 months

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RoR men meeting their son from the future

Of course Tesla goes first 😭♥️🥹

🧬 “TA DA!”

🧬 Tesla was in his laboratory with all the other great minds (Galileo, Einstein, Isaac Newton) were talking about science, math, astrology, etc until BOOM! 💥 a pod lands in their laboratory and everyone is like: 👀👀

🧬 Tesla sees a young boy that resembles him and when they boy gets to talking about science he’s thinking to himself: “is this my son? From the future? (Name) and I had a baby?!”

🧬 “I’m from the future! I wanted to build a Time Machine and it worked! Hi, Dad!”

🧬 Tesla’s son hugs him with a smile and everyone is in shock 👀😳 Tesla just says “I knew it! That’s amazing you built a Time Machine-“ the two proceed to talk about the machine and science until Tesla introduces everyone to his son. (The two were in their own little world)

🧬 the shock on Tesla’s s/o face has to be unreal to see her son and husband getting along with each other and not finding the whole situation…odd? (That’s what happens when you’re with a scientist)

🧬 Once Tesla’s beloved get over the shock and oddity of it all the three definitely have a great time together, the son helping out in the lab with his father and everyone, helping out his mommy with anything. ♥️ (But the son usually hangs out with Tesla more)

🧬 When it’s time for the son to return home everyone cries except Tesla and his son; they are happy they got to see each other and know they’ll see each other again soon. ♥️

🍭Man was just eating an afternoon snack with his beloved and Kintoki when 💥 BOOM💥 a boy comes out this machine saying “I’m here!”

🍭Buddha just calmly says “Who is the brat?” “I’m your son!” Kintoki and (Name) are definitely: 😳👀 Buddha isn’t shocked or taken back. At first he thinks it’s a weird joke but the closed he looks at the boy and sees himself in the face Buddha believes him and he does like the boy.

🍭Building a Time Machine is new and Buddha definitely checks it out and now the four definitely chill all day. As the days go on Buddha call his son “My mini me.” The two are chill and get along well; Buddha’s son hasn’t reached his enlightenment and is working on it and as much as Buddha wants to help he knows his son has to do it on his own. (Aww ♥️🥹)

🍭Buddha will share his snacks of course and his son will share his; Kintoki will share the candy he makes with the two and he knows by the shared sweet tooth with Buddha that’s his son. ( 😆)

🍭Yes. Buddha does tease his son sometimes. “Have you gone thru puberty yet?” “Do you have a sweet one back in your time?” “Do you have brothers and sisters?” And the son always answers with “Sorry, can’t tell you that. Time stream could change.”

🍭Buddha’s beloved definitely puts a blanket on Buddha and their son when they take naps, whether on the sofa, bed, outside, etc. ♥️

🍭When it’s time for their son to go back home he definitely has hard time going back because both parents don’t want him to leave. Buddha puts several snacks in his sons Time Machine too and when his son waved bye Buddha says “They grow up so fast.”

🎵 Hermes and his beloved were just having tea in the gardens at Zeus’ palace when BOOM 💥 A young boy just calmly sits down beside them and says “Hello mom, hello dad.” And just pours himself a cup of tea like it’s nothing.

Hermes at first is like: “What’s with this child?” He’s calm but he’s like “Who is this? Did he just call me Dad?”

🎵 It takes awhile for the boy to realize he’s in the past; as Hermes and his beloved find out he’s actually speedster god like his dad. Apparently the boy was out late and needed to be home. Hermes pieced together that he may have ran a bit too fast and went back in time. ( 🏃‍♂️⚡️ 💨)

🎵 “Well, since you’re here you might as well have dinner.” Hermes takes it better than most and already has a room where his son can sleep and asks many questions all of which his son is happy to answer, somewhat, as he doesn’t want to alter the time stream but he also inherits his father’s mind and doesn’t tell all the information.

🎵 This is all for not because the boy ends up staying; Hermes just says it’s better for him to stay here and travel to the future whenever he wants. Which the son happily does.

🎵 Everyone is definitely surprised Hermes has a son, hell Hermes and (Name) married just a few days ago. Ares is the most shocked at seeing the boy, the whole time travel thing racks his brain but he’s glad to teach the boy combat 🗡️. Zeus didn’t approve at first but as time went on he definitely has a soft spot for his grand son ⚡️

🎵 Hell everyone likes the boy, Aphrodite, Hades, Apollo, Hercules and yes even Poseidon (Buddha gives the boy candy if he sees him, actually Buddha is the only that actually sees him running 🏃‍♂️ with his ability)

🎵 Hermes and the boy definitely compose a lot of music together; sometimes the slow music puts (Name) to sleep but that’s okay. Apollo asks for the two to play music for them and sometimes they do; all three do.

🎵 Yeah Hermes son is definitely the favorite and his father and mother doesn’t spoil him…not at all.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#record of ragnarok headcanons #ror headcanons #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons

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lilsedge · 3 months

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Can you do Dominik Mysterio x Male Reader? Where he's best friends with Dominik's sister Aalyah and everyone thinks they are dating but the reader like Dominik and Aalyah knows about it. But Dominik likes him too and his kinda jealous, and they get into an argument and they confess to each other. Sorry if it is long but thank you ♥️

Love confessions

Dominik Mysterio x Male! Reader.

Warnings:

“No Aalyah,” Y/N laughs as his best friend Aalyah tries to take a .5 of him.

“Y/N please,” she says, dragging the e out.

“What a lovely couple you are,” an old lady says, walking by with her husband, who also agrees.

“Oh no, we are not together,” Y/N replies.

“Best friends,” Aalyah says, pointing to the both of them.

The old man says, "You two would make a lovely couple."

“Thank you,” Aalyah says, starting to walk back to the car.

As soon as the two of them sit in the car, they burst out laughing. Whenever someone mentions they're a couple or a potential couple, they always do that. Y/N was in love with Dominik, who was Aalyah’s big brother.

“Can’t believe people think we would be dating,” Aalyah laughs.

“Omg yes,” Y/N says, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Okay, we have to meet my parents and brother for dinner at some restaurant,” the girl says, taking deep breaths, trying to stop her laughter.

“You now tell me this,” he replies.

Aalyah nods, while Y/N takes some deep breaths. “You know, I become anxious when I unexpectedly see Dom, without prior notice.”

“Girl, that’s why I did it. I want to see you like that,” Aalyah chuckles.

“Miss girl, oh my god,” Y/N says, shaking his head.

Aalyah drives to the restaurant where her family would be eating. It was a sort of fancy restaurant. Y/N didn’t really like going there because he wasn’t always fancy, but every time the Gutiérrez family goes out, they invite Y/N and almost every single time Aalyah and him get called a couple.

“Oh, there is madre and padre and Dom,” Aalyah points out, as they were waiting for the two to show up at the front of the restaurant.

“Hey guys,” Aalyah says, dragging Y/N by his arm.

“Hey Aalyah and Y/N,” Oscar says.

“Let’s get going. Our reservation is in a few minutes,” Angie says.

The three younger ones follow behind the two older ones. Y/N looks around at everything. It was so neat. A tunnel needed to be walked through to reach the restaurant. While they were walking through, someone stopped Aalyah and Y/N.

“What a cute couple you guys are,” a middle-aged woman says.

“Oh thank you, but we are not together,” Aalyah replies, walking away with Y/N.

There was a hint of jealousy in Dominik’s eyes as Y/N made eye contact with him. There was a secret that Dom had. No one knew what it was, but he in fact, likes Y/N. Just everything about Y/N made him get butterflies.

After supper

The two siblings plus Y/N were laying in Dominik’s room because they had nothing better to do. Aalyah got a call and had to go, so now it’s only Dominik and Y/N sitting in the room.

“I can’t believe people still can you and Aalyah a couple,” Dominik scoffs.

“Why do you even care?” Y/N questions.

“I care because you two wouldn’t be a good couple. I don’t know why people would think that,” he replies angrily.

“Okay and?” Y/N says.

“I mean, you two are starting to look more like a couple every day. Hanging out all the time. Cheek kisses. I thought you didn’t like Aalyah,” he complains.

“I don’t Dominik, I like someone else,” Y/N says nonchalantly.

“Who would that be, or are you going to be secretive about it?” Dominik asks.

“I’m going to be secretive,” Y/N shrugs.

“I don’t get you anymore. We used to be very great friends.” Dominik says.

“That’s because you changed, Dominik. I wasn’t the one who left the little friendship we had. It was you,” Y/N replies.

“Well, maybe I had a good reason to change,” he says, standing up.

“Then what was the reason enlightened me Dom,” the other man says, standing up in front of him.

Dominik doesn’t say anything, he just looks into Y/N's eyes and grabs his cheeks, pulling him in. Their lips meet with a heated kiss. The kiss wasn't what Y/N expected, as it carried a hint of anger, and Dominik's lips felt chapped. Y/N was definitely getting him some lip balm.

“It’s because I started having feelings for you,” Dominik whispers as they pull away.

“I’ve always had feelings for Dom,” Y/N admits.

“I’m glad,” Dominik smiles, pulling him in for another kiss.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #the judgement day #wwe

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maxbegone · 8 days

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happy sunday! still chipping away at this thing, but (hopefully) without jinxing, it's coming along nicely. the play test for hades 2 definitely helped! i wasn't tagged, but @kiwiana-writes said to tag them if we post, so here we are. anyway, pretend this is seven ♥️

“I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye, it’s unfair and I regret it all the time. And I know this is going to sound like a lame excuse, but the idea of saying goodbye to you was pretty much impossible.” Tentatively, he takes a step forward, fists clenched at his sides. “I could never say goodbye to you. It’s just—it’s not an option.” The words hang in the air. A small part of Alex thinks he should just pick up and leave, but he’s already done that once before, and he knows it would be the absolute worst thing to do in the middle of this conversation. “And yet you still won’t tell me the truth as to why you left,” Henry finally says, his chin aligned with one shoulder as he just barely looks back at Alex. “I need you to trust me when I tell you I can’t.” “No.” Henry whips around. “No, you don’t get to beg me to trust you. Not after all of this. I deserve an explanation. I’ve just given you mine.” Alex shuts his eyes as he wills away the tightness that’s been making itself at home whenever he has a conversation with Henry lately. “I can’t tell you,” he repeats, immediately regretting how finite it feels. He fucking hates it. This time, Henry doesn’t say anything before he vanishes.

tagging @indestructibleheart @orchidscript @cha-melodius @iboatedhere @rmd-writes

#seven sentence sunday #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fic

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 8 months

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Torn II - Jacob Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, language, MINORS DNI.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long. 🫣 I wasn’t gonna do smut, but I’m a whore, so it’s inevitable. I hope you all enjoy. ♥️

✨Bajabule✨

-Ken

“Jake stop!!!!! I can’t breathe!!!” Your giggles filled the room as Jake pinned you down, tickling your sides.

“Then say it!” A grin painted his face as he watched you wiggle and squirm, trying to escape.

“Okay, okay, OKAY!!!! YOU’RE THE GREATEST HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS PLAYER TO EVER EXIST!” Tears were spilling from your eyes, and your sides were aching from laughing so hard. He took mercy on you, letting his hands fall to his sides.

“See? Was that so hard?” He leaned down, giving your nose a light peck before climbing off of you. You stayed on the floor, your chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch your breath. A few stray giggles escaped you as you remembered the torture his fingers and put you through.

After a few minutes, you felt more pulled-together. As soon as you sat up, you felt it. A wave of nausea rushed over you like a wildfire. You hopped up and raced to the bathroom with Jake hot on your heels.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

The concern in his voice made your heart flutter. You wanted to tell him he did nothing wrong, but you knew you’d puke if you tried to speak. You raised your hand, trying to shake off his worry as you stumbled into the bathroom, swinging the door shut before he had a chance to follow in.

………….

You turned the bathroom faucet on, letting the water soak your toothbrush as you squeezed out a glob of paste. You heard a soft knock. The doorknob rattled as he looked his head in. His eyes, filled with worry, scanned over you before meeting yours. You gave him a weak smile as you brushed your teeth.

“What happened, love?” He rubbed slow circles on your back as his other hand tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You leaned over the sink, spitting and rinsing out your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the hand towel hanging on a hook next to the sink.

“I don’t know. Must have been something I ate. I feel fine now.” You shrugged, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

His eyes bore into yours, his eyebrows scrunched.

“Jake, I promise. I’m okay.” You smiled and lifted your hands to his chest, pushing him gently.

A smile played at the corner of his lips as he stepped back and let you move past him, out of the bathroom. Once you made your way back into the living room, your bottom lip jutted out in a little pout, seeing the game board and boxes no longer on the coffee table. You turned back to him.

“You don’t wanna play more games?”

He filled the space between you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I just thought we should rest. I can make you some soup and we can watch a movie.” He kissed your forehead before guiding you to the couch.

“But Jake, I said….” He held up his hand stopping your sentence.

“Let me take care of you. Please.” His face was sincere and pleading.

You could tell he was worried. He always worried when you were unwell, and he always tried his best to nurse you back to health. He was so gentle and caring to the ones he loved. You knew there was no use in protesting any further. You sighed and pulled the fluffy blanket draped over the back of the couch over your shoulders.

Satisfied with your compliance, Jake handed you the remote before turning toward the kitchen.

……….

The bed sank under your weight as you laid down, the exhaustion hitting you after you finished your soup. Jake laid next to you, his arms open and awaiting you to fill them. You snuggled into him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, making you feel warm and safe.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, just above a whisper.

“I’m feeling much better. Dr. Jake’s famous, healing chicken noodle soup has done it again.”

He let out a huff of air from his nose. You let your hands wander over his chest and stomach. He was so firm, yet soft. Your fingers brushed his side, over his ribs, making him shiver and sigh. He was leaving for the band’s Starcatcher World Tour in a few days, and you were overcome by the sadness of him going. Tears stung your eyes, a few letting loose and forming puddles on his skin.

He placed his hand on your chin, lifting it upwards. His brows scrunched together as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto him. You nestled your face into the crook of his neck your silent sobs shook you.

“What’s the matter, dove?” He squeezed you tight.

“I- I just don’t w-want you to leave,” you stuttered out through your tears.

“Oh, honey.” He pulled you up so you straddled him, a soft smile on his lips. “It’s only a week until you fly out and stay with me. And then you’ll be with me until it ends.”

A few more tears streamed down your face, collecting on your chin. He reached a hand up, brushing them away. You nodded and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I know. I- I don’t know why I’m so upset.” You sniffed, trying to push away the sadness.

He pulled you down into him, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

“Let me help ease your mind,” he whispered, pulling away.

He flipped you over so you were laying under him. He kissed your cheek, making a trail down your neck to you collarbone. You sighed into him, closing your eyes. He slid his body down yours until he was resting between your legs. He pushed your sweatshirt up until your bare breasts bounced free. A low groan escaped him as his fingers found a nipple. He rolled it between his pointer finger and thumb, pulling softly.

You whined, looking down at him. With his eyes on yours, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. You arched into his touch, making him smile.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He scattered kisses along your torso.

You nodded your head, wiggling your hips under him. He laughed faintly before removing his hand from your hardened nipple and resting it on the lace top of your panties. He hooked his finger under them, pulling them down delicately. He kissed every inch of your mound as he uncovered it, making you feel loved and worth savoring. Once your panties were at the top of your thighs, he let his tongue slip through your folds, teasing your clit with a quick flick.

“Jacob,” you pleaded, your hands finding his mess of chocolate waves. He looked up at you through his lashes as an innocent smile spread across his face.

He continued sliding your panties down your legs, stopping to suck a pink mark on your inner thigh. As soon as he had them completely off and on the floor, you spread your legs wide for him. He sat up on his heels gazing down at your dripping core.

“I love how messy you get for me.” He laid his stomach between your legs, his hands wrapping around your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he leaned into you. His eyes stayed on yours as he stuck out his flattened tongue and ran it from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you let out a sigh.

“You fast so good, baby. Like cherry pie.” He swirled his tongue around your heat before sliding it inside you. A thumb shot to your throbbing clit, making slow circles.

“Jake, oh my god.” Your hands were in fists, gripping the sheets at your sides.

You watched as he slid his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with it while his thumb moved fast over your clit. Your legs shook as you felt the familiar feeling of warmth grow in your belly.

“J-Jake….,” you moaned loudly as your head fell back. “I’m gonna cum.”

You felt him remove his tongue and replace it with his fingers. You lifted your head to protest, but he spoke first.

“I want you to look at me while you cum. I want you to watch your cum coat my tongue.” He licked him lips and leaned in to suck your clit.

You fought the urge to close your eyes as you let out a stream of lustful curses. He flicked the underside of your clit before licking from it back to your entrance, where he slipped back into you. His eyes stayed glued on yours as he fucked into you. He curled his tongue upward with every thrust, hitting your sweet spot. You felt the warmth radiating through your body, making your toes curl.

“Jake, I-.” You were cut off by the fire inside of you exploding. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, riding out your climax on his tongue. Once it started to pass, you collapsed on the bed, your chest heaving.

You felt his touch disappear from between your legs as he moved onto you. His lips me yours in a deep, messy kiss. His tongue licked at yours, letting you taste just how sweet you were. You moaned against him, ghosting your hands down his chest. Your fingers rested on the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs. They slipped inside just enough that you could feel the small patch of soft hair just above his cock.

He pulled away from you and gently grabbed your wrists. He pulled them up to his mouth, kissing each one. He shook his head and offered you a soft smile.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. I just wanna make you feel good tonight.” He laid beside you and covered you with the blankets. He pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you.

You wanted to argue about the lack of attention on him, but the energy to do so was gone. Your eyes, heavy with sleep, slowly closed, and you were in a dreamless slumber.

……….

“I don’t know. Kinda sounds like you’re pregnant,” your sister spoke through the phone.

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “I think it’s just the stress of Jake’s tour and trying to get everything ready.” You took a bit of the chicken salad sandwich you’d made for lunch.

It was Sunday, and Jake had gone to the studio to meet up with the rest of the band. Your sister was coming over to keep you company.

“Okay. Well, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall above the fridge. “Alright. The door is open. You can just come in.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

As you took another bite of your sandwich, the thought of being pregnant danced in your mind. You weren’t pregnant. You weren’t on birth control, but you and Jake were always careful. Except for that one night about a month ago. You stood up and turned to the calendar on the fridge. It was the 25th. You were almost two weeks late.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you sat back down at the dining room table. You couldn’t be pregnant. Not now. Not while Jake had so much going on. You tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you heard the front door open and close.

Your sister appeared in the doorway of the dining room with a brown paper bag. She tossed it on the table in front of you. You picked it up and opened it. Your stomach dropped when you saw the ClearBlue label staring up at you.

“You need to find out,” she said quietly.

You looked up at her with worried eyes. She moved closer to you and grabbed your hand.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be right outside the door.”

You nodded as you stood up and made you way to the bathroom.

“Put a baby in me.”

“Let me make you a daddy.”

Your words from that night echoed through your mind. Your weren’t serious when you said those things, were you? It had just been something to get Jake hot, hadn’t it? We’re you really ready to have a child?

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you waited for the test to develop. Your mouth was dry, and your stomach was doing backflips. It felt like ages before your phone went off, letting you know the 5 minutes were up.

You took a deep breath before picking up the test and meeting your fate.

……….

Hold on, guys. Y/N is calling. Jake excused himself from the room. He slipped into the hallway of the studio before he answered.

“Hi, baby.” The smile on his lips slowly disappeared as he sensed the worry in your voice. “What’s wrong, honey?” His brows pinched together as he walked a few more feet down the hall.

You were rambling. Saying anything and everything to stall. Your stomach tied itself in knots as you tried to find the words.

“Y/N, you’re not making any sense. Do I need to come home?” He turned around, heading for the studio door, ready to grab his things and leave if you needed him.

“No. Jacob… I’m… I’m pregnant.” You fought back tears, unsure of how he would respond.

He halted his steps, his eyes scanning the hallway as he processed your words.

“Jake?” You whispered.

“That’s wonderful, baby.” The biggest smile he could ever remember having spread over his face.

You exhaled in relief as tears escaped your eyes. You laughed through your sniffles, wrapping an arm around your belly.

Jake leaned against the wall, resting his head back. His heart was so full of love for you and the child you were carrying.

“I love you, girl. More than you’ll ever know.” He laughed into the phone, a tear running down his cheek.

#greta van fleet #greta van smut #greta van fic #starcatcher #gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka smut #jake kiska fic

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mitochondriencocktail · 2 months

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For the kiss prompt … 11 & 12? 🥺

doing these in reverse because i want them to be happy HAHA Decided to randomly pull from the unwritten nerd!bojan x hockey player!jere college au that's just chilling in pieces on my drive i hope that's ok ;o;

12... in grief

Bojan's heart falls to the floor as the words tumble out of his mouth.

I think we should break up.

Katrina, too patient, too understanding, too kind, had given Bojan a teary-eyed smile when he told her. She isn't stupid, she'd seen the growing distance between them. The way he and Jere had become inexplicably closer over the last several months.

Kat knocks their foreheads together, the dorm bed creaking with age.

“Fuck you, Bojan Cvjetićanin.”

“Well, probably not anymore.”

She lets out a sob of a laugh and Bojan opens his arms, letting Kat rest her weight on him. A familiar comfort to them both.

After a moment of silence: “Is it him?”

Bojan stiffens.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe I lost you to a hockey player,” she snorts through her tears.

“You didn’t lose me,” he says. “Just… recalibrating our relationship.”

“Okay, Mr. Sociology degree.”

“I still love you. Just... in a way that might be a bit different than we were both expecting.”

A sigh. Kat rolls over so she can stare at the ceiling again.

“I love you, too.”

After Kat leaves, the weight of it all sinks in. The grief of heartbreak tears through him.

Bojan opens his phone.

Bojan: you free?

Jere: what’s up jokerman Jere: yes always for you ♥️😉 Jere: Bojan?

Bojan: Kat and i broke up

Jere: oh Jere: shit Jere: I am sorry 😟 Jere: you want me come over? Bojan: no i’m ok Bojan: i mean i’m not ok but i’m ok Bojan: just wanted someone to talk with Bojan: if you’re ok just texting? Jere: bojan keep me company while i finish homework 🥰

Bojan: haha what’re you working on?

Jere: [img_3452] Jere: medieval art paper 😔 Jere: idk why they make me take class

Bojan: LOL

Jere: not funny!! I suffering Jere: fuck off bojan Jere: sori Jere: i take it back

Bojan: no it’s ok it was funny

Jere: bojan think i’m funny 🥰🥰🥰 Jere: big mistake Jere: can i come over?

He hesitates, but manages to remain firm. Not tonight. His heart is still raw.

Bojan: i think i just need the room to myself Bojan: but tomorrow for sure let’s hang out

Jere: okei Jere: tomorrow yes promise ❤️😘

Bojan: Promise ❤️

11... in joy

The trek back isn’t long but the silence stretches between them, random chatter about the project, a few comments about the party. No mention of girls or dates or hurt feelings. When they get to Bojan’s apartment, Jere lingers, so Bojan beckons him in.

“You should drink some water after that keg stand.”

Jere beams as he’s handed a glass while seated on the couch. “You see me do it?”

“You were the only thing anybody could stare at while it was happening.”

A flush creeps across Jere’s face. He hides his smile in a sip of water, face obscured by the cup, but the crinkles around his eyes that stay trained on Bojan say otherwise.

“Do…” Bojan flounders. He has the advantage of self-awareness in the situation, but he’s turning over every possible outcome. Analyzing. Assessing.

Or, as Jere’s about to put it— “Bojan look like he need to shit.”

“Oh fuck off,” Bojan says, cushioning it with a laugh as he catches the slight wince in Jere’s expression.

He wipes a hand down his face, reaches for his book on the coffee table, and plops bodily down onto the couch, swinging his legs up and into Jere’s lap.

“Do…?” Jere prods him.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to stay, but,” Bojan motions to where his legs are occupying Jere’s lap, “I’ve decided you have no choice in the matter now.”

Jere stares at Bojan.

He looks up at him, still dejected, and sees it: this hasn’t clicked for Jere yet.

Jere rubs a hand along Bojan’s shin and breaks the eye contact with a giggle. He leans his head back on the couch and smiles. They sit in comfortable silence as Bojan thumbs through his book, letting the words on the page wash him away.

“You going to go on new dates now?”

Bojan sets the book down. Stifles a sigh. Resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He’s going to really do this, isn’t he?

“Well, I actually have a study date with some weird guy from the hockey team."

Jere’s hand that had been, up until then, rubbing up and down Bojan’s shin goes still. With a comically suspicious look, he regards Bojan; eyes narrowed, an open look of concentration.

“Is… it’s me? Are you talking about me?”

Jere does not make this easy.

“Yeah,” Bojan nods. “I-“ Words catch in his throat. “I think we should try to make some headway on our project.”

“Oh,” Jere nods, simple as that. “Okei.”

C’mon, please, figure it out, Bojan thinks.

He beams at Bojan, entirely unselfconscious, unaware.

“Maybe we get lunch before? I have practice in morning.” And just like that, he’s switched gears. Bouncing and thrumming.

“Sure,” Bojan nods, opening his book up again, but he can’t focus on a single word. Not when his heart is racing like this. “Yeah, we can do lunch.”

“Maybe dinner too?” his voice is hesitant but inquiring, the sound of gears grinding evident in his head.

“Yeah, Jere, we can do dinner together too.” Bojan thinks he might be going insane and it’s all thanks to one Finnish exchange student.

"That make me so happy," Jere cheeses suddenly, a dreamy expression on his face, the faintest flush of alcohol on his cheeks. Bojan watches as Jere works through the final stretch of this puzzle in real time. He stares at Bojan with those unwavering, attentive eyes, surfacing suddenly from underneath the murk of his emotions. He flits between shock and confusion and amusement in a span of seconds, ending up with an expression that looks like he's been sucker punched right between the sternum.

"Oh," Jere breathes out.

Joy simmers between them.

The book falls to the floor. Bojan's drawing in his legs from Jere's lap. Clambering forward on all fours across the couch.

He leans in and kisses Jere.

#i think i'll be doing au roulette with some of these prompts i'm so sorry asldfja;skfjaf #i guess consider it snippets into these AUs asoidjfasfj #THESE WON'T ALL BE SO LONG #I JUST.... YEAGH #bojere

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Henry caville married to american! reader, who works as a 9-1-1 dispatcher and he surprisingly visits her from the set that he was acting in.

What’s Your Emergency?

Pairing:Fiancé!Henry Cavill x 911 Dispatcher!Reader

Word count: 1,347

Summary: Y/n has one of the most challenging days at work and it all comes to blow, thankfully she has her own superman to come rescue her

Warnings: Mentions of Head injury, abduction and murder

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Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

➼ Henry Cavill Masterlist 💫

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“911, Where is your emergency?” I said, my tone monotone

“PLEASE HURRY, WE HAVE SOMEONE UNCONSCIOUS” I heard a panicked woman say on the phone, swallowing thickly I cleared my throat before replying

“What is the address of the emergency” Typing into the call information her address and postcode,

“Tell me what’s happened, the ambulance is on its way” I spoke gently, keeping in mind that this woman was already in a vulnerable headspace

“M-my husband he fell off a ladder while fixing our roof, he h-hit his head pretty badly and is unconscious”

“How old is the patient ma'am”

“45, please hurry, I don’t know what to do my children are with me and they’re scared”

In the background I could hear the faint shouting and whimpers from the kids, shouting for their father as they sobbed.

“Is that patient breathing?”

“Y-yes he is, I listened to him breathing and I can see his chest rising and falling”

“Okay ma'am now-“

“WHERE IS THE DAMN AMBULANCE? IM NOT HERE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION”

“I’m sorry ma’am but this information is crucial for my team so they know how to treat your husband. They should be arriving now”

“Okay thank you, YES I SEE THEM”

(End of Call)

“Jeez how do you take calls like that without crying?” My friend Stacy asked from beside me, her headset hanging off her head as she just finished her call.

“It’s all part of the job, plus I can’t exactly blame her for getting angry when her husband’s hurt” I shrugged standing up from my seat and doing a stretch, my back cracking in the process causing me to wince.

“You’ve got balls L/n, i’ll give you that. What’s the worst call you got?”

“I uh, I had this girl call because she’d been abducted and long story short, we didn’t reach her in time” I said bluntly, going to face the computer again to see another call was going in.

“When was this Y/n? You didn’t tell me about it?”

“This morning”

“I GOT THE CALL ITS COOL” Daniel from another booth said, taking the call that was coming in.

Stacey spun round to me immediately

“Hold on this morning? Why the hell are you still at work, you should be at home. Are you okay?”

“What would I do at home? Mope some more? I’ll be fine stacey, I just need to get on with it”

“You are one stone cold bitch L/n”

“Hey would you mind taking some calls for me? I gotta use the bathroom a second?”

“Sure of course”

(In the Bathroom)

Looking into the bathroom mirror, my professional office attire, my slicked back hair in a ponytail, all of a sudden felt so uncomfortable.

Before I knew it, I had broken down into sobs, never in my life had I failed so badly to a point a life was lost.

The poor woman was screaming at me to save her while she was murdered on call, if only I had somehow gotten the team to get to her faster, despite the crew telling me there was nothing I could have done at that point. Their location was basically off the grid.

Sitting on the waiting bench in the bathroom, I grabbed my inhaler from my bag and took in a puff to calm myself down.

Thinking of that girl’s parents, the victim herself and what she went through destroys me.

Looking at the time on my phone I noticed I had a few messages from my fiancé Henry, my screensaver of us and Kal smiling back at me.

Deciding to not answer for now, I stood back up and looked in the mirror to fix my appearance. The same strong woman from earlier staring back at me, although this time her legs felt like jelly.

Stepping into the only cubicle I grabbed some tissue and dabbed away the tears.

*knock knock*

"Its in use" I called out to whoever was knocking, my voice clearly sounding nasally and hoarse.

With the knocking continuing I decided to

open the door, "Henry?"

Without another word being spoken he just engulfed me into his arms, him shushing my stifled sobs.

Looking down at his hands I saw he had collected my stuff from my desk ready to be brought home,

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to bring you home babe, Stacey called”

Looking behind him I saw Stacey giving me a heartwarming smile as I nodded at her, Henry put his large hand around my waist as he guided me towards the parking lot.

“I couldn’t save her Hen. I-I”

“It’s okay sweet girl, you did all you could and that’s all anyone could ask of you. This isn’t your fault” Henry said taking me back into his chest, his hands pressing onto my back gently as he pressed kisses onto the crown of my head.

“Let’s get you home yeah?” I nodded and got into the passenger seat, Henry’s hands never leaving mine all the way home.

(At Home)

Walking through the front door, I was immediately greeted by Kal jumping onto me making me fall to the ground.

“Go easy on mummy Kal” Henry said from behind me locking the door, putting my stuff by the front door.

“Its okay, you’re jus givin' me cuddles arent ya?” I said ruffing up his hair between his ears, his tail wagging wildly behind him.

“Come on pup, lemme take care of you” Helping me up from the floor, he gently lead me towards our grand bathroom, a bathtub big enough to fit three people.

“D-don’t you have work bub?” I questioned concerned, watching him turn on the hot water and pout in my favourite lavender bubbles.

“Not today love, you’re more important than any of that” He breathed out plugging up the tub, standing upright to then take off his shirt.

“You joinin' me?” I asked shyly, my legs swaying as I sat on top of the bathroom counter.

“Only if ya want me to” He said softly, his lips brushing against mine softly, “Good cus i want you to” I said kissing him softly, my hands going around his neck.

“MM” I squealed, his lips still attached to mine while he carried me over to the bathtub, sitting me on the wide ledge as he undressed me carefully, making sure to put kisses on all the spots he knew made me weak.

Once both of us had gotten naked, he sat me against him in the tub, his hands clasped around my stomach as, his whispers of affection close to my ear.

Turning me around, I now straddled him, his hands cupping my face gently before going to play with the loose strands from my loose bun framing my face.

“You’re so kind hearted, you know that?” He whispered, my head laying on his chest so that I could hear his heartbeat.

“I mean its kinna the bare minimum bub” I chuckled slightly, his hands stroking the back of my head softly.

“Nah you’re different, I find myself needing you by me alla time your scent, your touch and just you. You complete me Y/n”

“Well i’d like to think so hun” I joked showing him our engagement ring, causing him to chuckle before spanking my ass, the crisp sound filling the room.

“You are unbelievable” Looking up at him I peppered kisses along his jaw, stroking his beard with my hand as I took in his scent. His hands going all over my body, bringing me euphoria.

“I can’t help it, you’re all up on me Mrs Cavill” He joked with me now sitting upright, the hickies on his neck now standing out more than ever.

“Now but seriously are you okay babe?” He asked gently, his thumbs massaging circles into my love handles.

“Well I know it’ll take time to get back to normal, but with you with me i’ll be okay bubba, there’s no need to worry” I said reassuring him, his presence now helping me to think straight.

#romance #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fanfiction

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33max · 6 months

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speaking of michael, I know you don't like angst, but do you think you can write something about this "breakup" between him and daniel? maybe maxy misses uncle michael and doesn't understand why daddy doesn't even wanna talk about him? that is until they stop behaving like teenagers and sort everything out, of course. anyway, love your work, thank you for sharing ❤

I absolutely DO like angst, I just avoid detailing some of Max’s trauma in TD bc writing about childhood trauma is kinda hard! But I am SO here for this angst oh my god I have been staring at this message for a while like: this is good soup write something good. but alas. I come bearing thots instead of fic I hope that’s okay!

Little Max doesn’t know that Daddy and Michael have fallen out, and it’s not something that Daniel wants to explain to him really… it would be hard to understand and Daniel doesn’t want Max thinking anyone is the bad guy in this situation.

As we know Max has an iPad for when he’s regressed. He uses it to play games, take pictures of the boats outside, but also to send messages in his unique emoji language.

To Uncle Michael: 🦁♥️💪🏼

From Uncle Michael: Love you too bud

To Uncle Michael: 💪🏼➡️🏡

From Uncle Michael: I can’t today Maxy I’m sorry

To Uncle Michael: 🦁😭

Max is upset, so he shows Daniel his messages. Daniel is now upset too because he hates the this fall out with Michael is hurting Max.

“Oh buddy, maybe he’s just busy today,” Daniel tells Max, pulling him into a tight hug. Daniel knows Michael’s not busy, it feels shit to lie to Max.

I think Daniel feels so shit about it that he reaches out to Michael.

To Michael Italiano Staliano: Hey sorry that Max text you, he’s little and he doesn’t know

From Michael Italiano Staliano: All good, hope he’s okay

To Michael Italiano Staliano: He thinks you don’t want to see him

From Michael Italiano Staliano: You know that’s not true so don’t let him think that

To Michael Italiano Staliano: Come over? You can hang with him

From Michael Italiano Staliano: You gonna be an awkward cunt about it?

Daniel resists throwing his phone across the room. As much as he doesn’t want Michael here, he wants Max to spend time with people who adore him.

To Michael Italiano Staliano: I won’t if you won’t

#answered #anonymous #turkey dinosaurs au

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comphy-and-cozy · 7 months

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Did I spend this morning rereading A Dream Come True again?

Yep. Zero regrets.

I wouldn’t object to peek ins on them if the urge ever hit to write more on this just saying 👀🫶🏻

this is very sweet and I am so very glad that you enjoyed it! because, well...

mastermind - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) - A Dream Come True universe

Word Count: ~1.8K

Author’s Note: I’m sorry Ghost lol

Warnings: references to sex, implied smut, language, the usual banter; otherwise, just some ~relationship development~ and an update on my fav duo ♥️🐙

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January 2024

The email lies buried beneath the myriad of holiday marketing newsletters you ignored and let build up in your inbox. Sales that have long since passed, codes like ‘HOLIDAY20’ and ‘HAPPYNYE’ expired from stores you shopped at once and never unsubscribed from the marketing.

It’s a Wednesday evening, and you’re sitting on the couch doing your best to mass delete the influx of unread emails from the past three months after receiving the notification that your storage is running low. A knit blanket covers your legs, and the scent of tobacco and teakwood drifts to you from the candle on your coffee table.

“What’re you giggling about over here?”

JT’s low timbre echoes behind you, the sound followed by the soft padding of his feet as he approaches the couch with a bowl of popcorn. His favorite nighttime snack, you’ve grown to learn over the past three months, so you started stocking your pantry with a box.

You aren’t sure exactly when things became so domestic and natural with him, only blissfully aware of the steady thump of your heart in your chest when his texts come through or the warmth that fills you whenever he kisses you. You’ve managed to get comfortable with his presence, craving it the same way you crave a sweet snack before bed, but you’re still adjusting to the idea that this is real. That he’s still here, returning to your bed, dutifully—eagerly—after every road trip.

Every time, he’ll sigh, find solace in the warmth of your arms, press his lips against your skin. He’ll fuck you, God, he’ll fuck you; somehow never failing to reveal a new place inside of you that blooms pleasure. Your body has never sang the way it does for JT, expertly coaxing melodies out of you that you didn’t know you knew.

But sometimes, he just lays, content to feel your warmth against his, head resting heavy on your chest until his breathing becomes steady and sleep takes him. His expression softens, hair falling out of its styled coif, wrinkles settling into the lines of his t-shirt—if he hasn’t already removed it. In those moments, you defy the heaviness of your eyelids to simply gaze at him, memorizing the shape of him in your bed, curled up against you underneath the blankets that will forever be embedded with his scent.

You can’t decide which you like more.

“I just got an email inviting me to the Toast of Hockeytown event in February,” you reply, accepting the weight of him on the cushion beside you before you steal a kernel from his bowl—your bowl. “‘Fans can look forward to enjoying live entertainment, culinary delights, drinks, and desserts while mingling with the entire Red Wings team, coaches, select alumni, and other local celebrities.’”

JT hums. “Sounds like an event you can’t miss. A chance to meet them?”

“I better make sure I wear my nicest dress. One that really shows off the goods, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” he agrees, eyes flicking to your chest—though it’s covered by a t-shirt, you can feel the heat from his gaze. “Think maybe you’ll get to fuck one of them?”

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth and you shove his arm at his crass joke. “It would be a good opportunity to try and snag someone’s number.”

“Oooh, maybe Larkin? He’s dreamy.”

“Nah, he’s too popular,” you shake your head. “Can’t aim so high as the captain. Gotta go for lower-hanging fruit. Maybe one of the new guys. Ghosty, you think?”

There’s the briefest flash in JT’s eyes that you would’ve missed had you not been watching for it. You catch it, though, smug with yourself that you’ve one-upped him at his own game.

“Heard his dick is small.” He feigns indifference, but you see the glint in his eyes. Your favorite eyes.

“You really want me thinking about Ghost’s dick?”

JT shrugs. “I’m the one sitting on your couch eating your popcorn. And I’m gonna be the one in your bed later.”

Check mate. The nonchalance paired with his confidence makes you weak—he’s right, and he knows it. You could have every one of them fawning over you, and you’d still pick him, every time. Once the joke falls and the silence settles, the sound of the Brooklyn 99 intro plays softly on the television in front of you.

As your mouse hovers over the ‘delete’ button, you’re reminded of the similar event you attended over two years ago—the one that led you to the man sitting beside you. You reminisce on how you spent days deciding on what to wear, even going so far as to get your hair blown out beforehand. Looking back, you’re a bit embarrassed at the effort, but as you feel the warmth of JT’s leg pressed against yours, you think to yourself it was worth it.

“I came to Denver specifically to meet you,” you blurt out, then freeze when you realize what you’ve just admitted to. Your heart thuds in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears as he pauses, three kernels of popcorn in his fingers halfway to his mouth.

Testing a glance at him, you’re surprised to see him pop each puff between his lips, one by one, taking his time chewing. Then, “I know.”

“You know?”

“You kn—the entire time?”

“The entire time.”

A sigh accompanied by a tidal wave of relief washes over you. If he knew, and was still here, it couldn’t have bothered him that much. “Do I want to know how?”

“Jus’ know,” he says with another shrug. Then your favorite glimmer shines in the warm chocolate of his eyes, the kind when he’s really feeling the banter. You love him like this. “You’re a bit of a whore when you’re desperate.”

“Joseph!”

An auburn eyebrow raises and he smirks. “You really gonna argue with me on that?”

Your silence is an answer enough, accompanied by flits of how he’s had you begging him on more than one occasion; you resist the urge to smack him at the smug ‘I told you so’ expression on his stupid, handsome face. “You’re not… creeped out?”

“Told you already,” he says around another mouthful of popcorn. “M’flattered. I think it’s cute.”

Heat simmers in your cheeks as you tell yourself you have no reason not to believe him; he’s still there, still eating popcorn out of the faded, red bowl you got from Target when you moved into your dorm at U of M.

It’s another few moments before he says something that catches you off guard.

“I came for you.”

There’s an air of hesitation about him, like maybe he’s been mulling it over as he finishes the last few bites of popcorn before offering you the remaining kernels in the bottom of the bowl. A peace offering, maybe, like he wants to even the playing field now that you’ve confessed something so private. Funny how this isn’t the first time this has happened to you with regards to him.

“What?”

“That night. At Tin Roof.” The second time we met.

“I know you did. You were inside me.”

JT smiles at your snark, a spark glinting in his eye as if he’s replaying the memory in his head. “No, I mean… I suggested that bar to the guys because I knew you were there.”

“What are you talking about?”

He clears his throat. “After we met—the first time—I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to find you. I kept waiting to get a tagged photo from you, but never did, so… I started combing through my followers.”

Your eyebrows raise, heart swelling at the idea of making such an impact on him that he’d go through such an effort to find you.

“It took me awhile, but I finally found you,” he continues. “Imagine my disappointment when you were private.”

You hum, waiting with baited breath to hear the rest of his story. The memory of posting the photo of you and him comes to mind, his hand placement just visible on your side that gives you butterflies to this day, despite him having touched you far more intimately since then.

“I’d check back once in awhile whenever you crossed my mind. Still, private. I even made a habit of checking my DM’s in case you decided to message me after we won the Cup.”

“Hard to get,” you tease with a smile. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

His eyes glint again, acknowledging your quip—because you sure fucking have kept him on his toes. “And then I got a call from Steve Yzerman.”

The breath in your lungs stands still.

“We talked—and I loved what he had to say, don’t get me wrong; Detroit really had been on my radar for awhile—but after I hung up the phone, I went to check your page. Figured it couldn’t hurt. And you weren’t private anymore. And, by all accounts, you appeared to be single.”

You’re doing your best to keep your jaw from resting on the floor, absorbing his candid confession with no shortage of disbelief. Part of you wonders if this is a long, elaborate play to tease you for how you lusted after him.

“Saw the picture of us,” he adds. “And the caption, too.”

A grin breaks out onto your face at his reference. It had been funny at the time, so far-fetched, unthinkable that the contrast between then and now hits you in the chest. Call me JT xoxo, it had said.

“Thought you said I wasn’t the reason you signed.”

“You were… encouraging,” he says with a smirk. You don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to your body. You don’t expect he meant for you to miss it.

As tempted as you are to take that concupiscent gaze and use it to quell the heat that’s simmering between your legs, you can’t resist probing just a little more to see what else you can glean out of him. “So… the bar?”

“Oh, right,” he blinks, like he forgot he was telling a story; you can practically see the dirty images conjured in his eyes as they float away. “Pretty straightforward, really—before we went out that night, I checked your story, on a whim. You tagged the bar.”

“Joseph Taylor Compher, were you stalking me?”

For the first time, a tinge colors the pretty ivory of his cheeks and his expression turns… bashful? “Does it count as stalking if it’s on your public page?”

“I’m sure the police might have something different to say,” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s only if I harassed you,” JT says. “And I’m pretty confident I did quite the opposite of that.”

He nudges your knee playfully, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you blew my mind, whatever, whatever.”

“You blew mine too, baby,” he adds, the tinge of huskiness in his voice undeniable. “But you knew that.”

And later, after he’s thoroughly appreciated your travel efforts to Denver, when your cheek is pressed against the warm skin on his chest, you whisper, “I can’t believe you were playing 4D chess this entire time.”

“What can I say? I’m a mastermind.”

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