#and i broke some pins while building him I had to blue some of his armor in place sdfkjhdjh | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mattphobiia · 4 months

Text

OPPOSITES ATTRACT 4.

chris and i have definitely done a lot of talking, and although we still have our bullying moments, we act slightly civil to each other more and i think i like it this way. no matter what i do to distract myself, i always seem to think about that one day where chris had tears in his eyes, and it broke my heart to see him so upset. i didn't even mean to, we've always been "enemies" so why would it affect him that much? i didn't have a clue what was going on so ive had conversations with matt and nick to see if they had any idea of what could've been going on, but they just about knew the same information as me. he had always hated me as much as i hated him, i think. what was different now?

in this current moment, matt and nick were chilling on instagram with some supporters while chris and i were in his room watching youtube. like last time, he still laid his head on my chest practically trying to get as close to me as he physically could. the confusing part about this situation was that i didn't even mind he was doing this, it felt strange at first but some part felt oddly comforting.

"can... we talk?" chris speaks up, lifting his head before sitting up properly while waiting for my response. i nod my head in response before i sit up. "i think i like you, i don't even know how."

"oh?"

"im sorry if this feels weird because we've hated each other for so long, but after that night we kissed i just couldn't stop thinking about how i felt in that moment."

i begin to smile as i reach out to hold his hand. "well, opposites attract you know, why not give this a go?"

"im just not sure, it just feels so strange to me and ive never felt this way before." he sighs. "-but, i would like to try this out."

"okay, well we can take things slowly, right?" i suggest, and his facial expression seems to light up at the thought.

"mhm." he murmurs tiredly before leaning closer towards me and giving me a soft kiss on my cheek, making my heart fucking leave my body.

i could've sworn that if i didn't have any self respect, i would've pounced on this man and done the most questionable things to him possible, but i try to calm myself down.

"your face is turning red, you like that?" he smirks before i hide my face into my hands trying to hide my big smile, making him laugh as he took my hands away and held my face gently. "dont get shy, its okay."

"stop, you're turning me on chris."

"how cute, are you seriously getting worked up over something so little?" he cooed, making my burn a light shade of red as i hit his arm. "well that was rude."

"don't care." i reply with no emotion, biting my cheek to stop my smile forming, until he jumped onto me and pinned my arms behind my head, his face inches away from mine.

"do you care now?" he whispers, our noses now touching together as i felt my heart pounding in my chest so much i could basically hear it.

"stop asking so many questions." i say, pressing my lips against his before feeling his warm breath on my face as he leaned into the kiss.

it felt surreal, almost euphoric. it felt like that first time you ever experienced lucid dreaming. nothing about this kiss felt real, but it felt like the best thing in my life i have ever gone through, and every part of his bullshit i had to deal with before this current moment was all worth it. it wasn't a sexual kiss like the ones you have as a build up before you have sex, but it felt sweet and genuine, almost sensual. he broke away before his face was back to being close with mine, the both of us just admiring our faces in silence before he lets out a little giggle.

"can i be your boyfriend?" he continues, one of his hands releasing his grip as it switches over to my face, his thumb resting on the bottom of my lip as he awaits for an answer.

"is the sky blue?"

"wh-"

"just answer."

"yes?"

"then there's your answer idiot, of course you can!" i squeal, pulling him back into another kiss before we swap places and i lay on top of him as he holds tightly onto my waist.

"oh, i love you so much." chris sighs, kissing me repeatedly all over my face as i try to escape from him.

"calm down chris! i love you too." i scream, holding tightly onto his face before trying to back away.

"mmh, you still smell nice. are you wearing vanilla?" he suddenly stops and questions, beginning to sniff me like a weirdo which made me giggle.

"i am! how do you recognise that?" i say, looking at him with a feeling of happiness.

"well, that day in summer when us and matt were hanging out at the beach and we ordered ice cream, i thought in my head that it smelt of you."

i stay frozen in shock, why was that actually so adorable? i felt another smile on my face, which made my cheeks begin to ache as i latched my arms tightly onto him and pulled him into a hug.

"wait chris- thats so cute... you're so cute!" i almost scream, tears forming in my eyes as i plant a big kiss onto his cheek as he smiled softly.

"well, you're cuter. but stop crying!" he whines, holding my face as he wiped away the couple tears that rolled down my cheek.

"it's happy tears, dont worry." i laugh, chris nuzzling his face into my shoulder trying to comfort me.

after all these years of resentment, we finally now got along. all of these arguments, bullying, and unnecessary comments felt so worth it. i was now in the comfort of chris' arms, with my head on his chest, and wrapped in the warmth of his embrace. it felt like all my worries just melted away, and i had nothing to worry about here.

MASTERLIST / P1 , P2 , P3

a/n: hi guyyyys😜 this is the last part since i have no ideas, BUT i am working on something new and i feel like i should have a schedule for when i post but like work is tough so i write and post whenever i can, lately ive been posting more because ive had alot of days off recently or my days have been restricted down to half🤗🤗🤗 and i just have alot of motivation rn so i need to try grow my account BUT ILY ALL SMMMMMM🤍 also lmk if i should write some smut bc my page seems a lil boring and im in one of those silly moods lol

tl: @st7rnioioss

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris x reader #matt x reader #sturniolo x reader

15 notes · View notes

pico-digital-studios · 1 month

Text

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: PDS!Curse

Original character by Kenji, alterations by me

DISCLAIMER: This version of Curse is intended to be a love letter to the original concept that Kenji made, not something made to spite it. This is just my attempt at tweaking Curse's story a bit and doing some slight improvements, whilst AVOIDING straying too far away from the original vision. And I'm sorry to say this, but I won't tolerate attempts to lay me down just for trying to build on Curse's original vision, and if you've got nothing nice to say about it, don't say anything at all.

"I mean, sure, some worlds have been overly cruel to me, but I don't see worth in being cruel myself. It wouldn't make me any better than them. At least, that's how I see it, anyway."

Sonic the Hedgehog. A constant source of hope and aspiration, right? Surely every Sonic must be able to get back up from any fall, shouldn't they? Well, not every Sonic can do that.

In Dimension KJ-2022, Sonic once lived the best life he could alongside his companions, Tails (who is trans female there), Knuckles and Sally Acorn, and together, they've fought off the dreaded Dr. Robotnik time and time again. Of course, not everything was sunshine and rainbows even when the doctor wasn't terrorising the land.

This Sonic's version of Antoine D'Coolette was overly jealous that Sonic was in a loving relationship with Sally, and had been constantly at the blue blur's throat a lot of the time. Fortunately, his friends were there to stand up for him, though things were clearly spiralling out of control fast.

One day, a landslide hit the area, and though Sonic and Knuckles did their best to contain it, the consequences were life-changing for good; Knuckles got killed, and Sonic's legs were severely injured, leaving him stuck unable to run properly without anything to help him out.

Ever since that day, the general public started to pin the blame for Knuckles's death on Sonic, and the blue blur was stuck having to face constant harassment and bullying, especially from Antoine. It got to the point where his own house wasn't safe for him anymore, so Tails and Sally both took him in to keep him safe. Tails was even sweet enough to engineer altered sneakers for Sonic to keep him able to walk, but not run WAY too fast after the injury.

Having heard about the news himself, Robotnik wasn't at all chuffed that Sonic was having to face hate every single day, deciding to stop his misdeeds and instead aim to contribute to helping the blue blur's well-being. However, one evening was when all hell broke loose, when the Curse of X latched onto Sonic, but no one knew how or why. And as Sonic had been rooming with Sally for a while, all hell broke loose when he lost control and the Curse took control to silence her.

After Sonic awoke, he was traumatised from the experience, especially considering that the blood was on his hands, despite him not remembering doing the deed. However, he wasn't going to run for it yet. He needed answers, and desperately hoped he could find Tails to figure it out. He headed out to find her, with some news that she had been "kidnapped" by the doctor.

In that stormy night, Sonic fought Robotnik's giant Brak robot, and once he had overpowered it, he angrily demanded to know where Tails was. The Brak robot tried to reassure him that she was in safe hands, and confirmed that it was a man of its word, though urged him to hurry if he wanted to save her, so he did so.

Curse: Where is she?! Where's Tails?! Black Robotnik: Oh, pitiful hedgehog. Your little sister must be quite precious to you. Don't worry, though. She's in safe hands. Curse: You of all people saying that tells me that she isn't. Black Robotnik: No no. I'm a man of my word. Lucky for you, she managed to escape from Metal Sonic. She's headed out towards one of Eggman's abandoned facilities; the west wing of Launch Base. You'd better hurry, though. The storm isn't getting any better... and the base is nowhere near as stable as it once was...

Once Sonic, now under the name "Curse", managed to reach the place, he worked to track down Tails and bring her to safety, though on their way out, the Curse of X took hold of him again. This time, Tails was able to hold her own against her corrupted friend, wanting him to snap out of it. However, she ultimately fell, finally crushing Curse's hopes of ever having a better life.

He fled back home after Launch Base fully collapsed, only to find a note to meet... "someone" at the village bridge. And unfortunately, that's where Antoine found him, whose hatred for Sonic only amplified in the wake of the deaths of Sally and Tails. He threatened to let out the fact that he killed those people and tried to drown him in the river. Luckily, Metal Sonic came to his aid in the nick of time, and gave Antoine some much-deserved karma by "accidentally" knocking HIM into the river and causing his arm to suffer a severe rip.

Unfortunately, this meant Robotnik would be the last one in Curse's world to fall. He desperately didn't want to do the deed, but the Curse of X would wait for nobody, not even its host. That said, Metal Sonic wasn't distressed by his creator's death; in fact, Robotnik had already written out his will in advance and knew his death was coming once the reality of the curse came out. He had made many enemies in his life, so he expected the worst from the get-go.

As condolences for Curse, Metal Sonic handed him two things at the back of Robotnik's mansion that would be major parts of his life from then on out; a credit card with a 60 million ring value, and a portal gun for multiversal travel. The goal of these two gifts was to give Curse a better life, since he wasn't safe in his universe anymore. After Metal wished him good luck, Curse went on his way for travelling across the multiverse.

His travels have made Curse well aware that, at the end of the day, he's simply just a video game character, and he harbors that knowledge of the many Sonic games out there. It hasn't really bothered him as much, though. As time went on, he has mainly been tending to his wounds using bandages, moisturiser and medicine. He also keeps flashlights and battery candles handy, since he had developed a fear of the dark.

One day, however, was when a pocket world he was in merged with the many that were a part of the haunted video game disc (in Rivals' Madness) shared by Ultra M and Xenophanes (more the latter), and he was one of those that were encountered later along by Benjamin. Though the curse made him try to hurt the kid, he desperately wanted more than anything for it to stop. Thankfully for him, it died down, and he simply wanted forgiveness for the outburst, to which Benjamin was happy to do so.

Once the way to Xenophanes was cleared, Curse got to heading over to stop the crystalline demon, though was stopped in his tracks by a mimicry of Tails based on two tarot cards; the Fool and the Tower. He managed to get by, though, and he managed to assist the quartet that were on the path to deicide to kill Xenophanes.

Once all was said and done, he was split from the shared universe and went back to his realm, though harbored more knowledge of entities akin to himself, which made him see; he wasn't scary, the world around him was. He may have helped kill a false God, but it didn't change the fact that he was still stuck with the Curse of X.

That said, one fateful day would change his life forever, in a good way. In More than One Universe, when the multiversal tremor hit, he was one of those pulled into Dimension OMT-2021, under the effect of that dreaded curse. Compared to the six main villains, he was pulled in later than the rest, when the rifts got worse, and Exester (the EXE from Glitch Chaos) was the one to encounter him. Though the curse blinded his thinking, Exester was able to utilise their full skillset and successfully cure Curse.

After he was cured, though, some changes remained permanent, namely his altered eyes (complete with the substance known as "mobitar" having stuck to the sides of his face after its leaking had stopped). In addition, his feet support finally entirely gave way, rendering him unable to walk at all for now. He was given time to rest in the "Sonic-cave" while the other villains (outside of Shalian, who was already fully cured prior, and AVA!Corrupt, who defected of his own volition) were tracked down and cured one-by-one.

And after OMT!Robotnik made it back from his time stuck in the Third Realm and accidentally caused the rifts to get worse thanks to Richard making his device shatter, EV!Tails and EV!Eggman doubled down on their plan to get the rifts sealed, and Curse contributed a little bit by giving away some of the still wet mobitar to fully perfect the travel device and fully stabilise all travel to and from the OMT universe from then on.

After the day was saved, Curse had found himself bonding more with Exester and another youthful "EXE", known as Little X, spending some more time around them after it was time to leave the OMT universe and for the latter two's side to head back to the Errorverse. OMT!Tails also provided him some repairs for the leg prosthetics so he could be back to running free once more.

Since that day, he had grown to develop further interests outside of those he was stuck with after being infected with the curse. For instance, in terms of food, he really loves veggie and tofu burgers, and enjoys steak as a commodity. And as for drinks, he finds tea to be his favourite. He's also since enjoyed having bath bombs in any baths he is in, especially if they're scented and glittery.

Through it all, of course, he developed his own key understanding and approach to his life; sure, worlds (including our own, might I add!) may have been needlessly cruel to him, but he doesn't feel any need to pay this cruelty WITH cruelty, as that would leave him just like them in the end.

After this time, EV!Sonic happened to see potential in Curse to do the right thing, with his portal gun capable of helping get to other places quickly, and got him signed up to be a member of the Quill Society. There, like with Sarah, he was welcomed into the party with open arms and had since enjoyed being there for others who had gone through similar experiences. When he got there for the first time, he undertook a therapy session with Sara to vent out the struggles he had been through in life, which she showed sweet understanding and support for.

He's seen as one of the first to greet OMT!Tails when EV!Sonic invites him over to Gust Planet in Many More Heroes following a successful rescue mission back at Dimension BK-2009, and though he did wonder about the canon event theory, he stepped right out of LM!Sonic's philosophy and its premise that letting deaths play out uninterrupted was apparently "crucial" to becoming better as a hero. Because of this, he actively played a part in apprehending LM!Sonic when he tried to get away in plans to assure OMT!Cream's demise.

At the end of the day, of course, he's still his own hero, even with the permanent appearance changes, and nothing can take that away from him.

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #curse sonic

6 notes · View notes

louiesbiggestfan · 2 months

Text

M and T were twins but even though they were twins, they were completely different 🎀 M was the bad boy who always got into trouble, ans T was the more smart gay twinky looking boi, but one day they got kicked out of their school

(Probably beacuses of drugs)

so they had to start a new one, once they were there they saw a short prinnces twinky gay no jiggle wiggle guy with blonde hair, he turned he's head and they met eachothers in their eyes they all blushed "Hii my name is R-kitten" he said while walking up to them🎀 "h-h-hi.." M stutterd,

"my name is M-kun and this is brotha T-kun" T nodded "a-a-" *hic* "your cu-cute" R said and blushed profusely, his blonde hair turned golden in the morning sunlight. His big blue orbs shyly looked up at M's handsome face, and started to sweat. Glands of sweat rolled down his face.

M could not help but to notice how beautiful R was, although he definitely was not the type he usually goes for, he just might try something new.

A day later 😘

R got pinned into wall by some bullies "Stopp.."

The bullies hands were big compared to his, he could not stop what was about to happen.

He looked down at his small petite feet and swallowed hard.

The bullies hand turned into a fist, R quickly covered his smooth face and prepared himself for the worst.

He whimpered "... don't..."

But before the bully could hit him a lean figure came to the rescue.

It was T!

T pushed the bully away "get away from him" his eyes glowing red, the bullies felt a shiver running down their spine.

T growled, "get away from him". His dark voice was soothing for R, it felt as if something never even happened. Without even noticing pearly tears ran down his cheeks,

"S-s-s-senpai you saved me.." T looked back "of course baby girl." R blushed and looked away, T smirked and grabbed R's hand "..Kitten.. my brother and I wanna talk with you after school-!" He said

R nodded "oh-! Okay:3" R smiled cutely

😘After school

R was outside waiting for T and M blushing like crazy, but he felt warm inside he trusted both T and M even though they just met yesterday, He then saw them coming out from the building, He notice that they both were blushing and had a big smile on their faces, They walked up to him, it was a awkward silence, until M said something "..Hey.. suger boo. Me and T wanna tell you so-something.." *Glup* "We uh.. we kinda.."

R nodded, they stood their in silence for a few minutes, but suddenly T spoke up"c-can I kiss you -?.." R blushed and nodded, T leaned closer to R's face and kissed him softly but passionately he broke the kiss after a few seconds, and looked him directly in hes eyes. "Woah-!" R smiled softly "Hehe-!"

M couldn't stop stuttering, he blushed even more, suddenly T spoke "Me and M are inlove with you! We have liked you since we saw you yesterday! Do you wanna be our boyfriend!" R blushed he didn't know how to react "i-i-i- uh-u-u-hm- a-a-.. i-!"

M interrupt R and spoke "We understand if you don't feel the same.." R looked at them and shouted "No-! I like you two..!

T and M blushed like hella crazy and M replied"Y-you do-?.."

A day later‼️😩

R walked into the school and heared some werid music, he followed the sound and heared it was coming out from a room, so he opened the door and saw M and T kissing passionately, he blushed and slammed the door,

DO U WANT MORE POOKS

#gay

5 notes · View notes

spahhzy · 1 year

Text

Teeter.

Pain.

That's all Jaune could feel at the moment.

Agonizing searing pain.

Blue eyes slowly opened as they were greeted to a small bit of sunlight peaking out from a small hole.

Where was-

"Oh, thank God, Mr. Arc, you're awake!" Came the voice of someone...familiar.

"Try to stay with me, sir! Okay! You saved all of us, Mr. Arc, you're a hero!" Said the voice as Jaune struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Wha...happen" Jaune said throat raspy as he tried to move but when he made an attempt that searing pain got worse.

"Please stay still, Mr. Arc, I've already alerted the ground crew of whereabouts, " the voice spoke.

"As for what happened, Grimm attacked,you and your wife helped clear out the building and the Grimm, but one of the Grimm compromised one of the sections of the building, causing it to collapse..." Wife? Wife? Ruby!?

"Ru-ru-ruby?" Jaune stuttered as he tried to move his head around to search for her.

"It's okay, Mr. Arc, she was unconscious when me and the young lady all woke up. Now my medical skills aren't the best, but I believe she just has a broke arm and some cuts from all the debris, but you managed to save us all!" The knowledge that his Ruby and everyone was safe brought a calmness in him, as he suddenly felt a bit dizzy now.

"K-keep your eyes up, Mr. Arc, young lad, come here and keep Mr. Arc company while I go check on Mrs. Arc Rose" Suddenly the old man rose up from his spot and in his place a young boy looked at him.

"Hello, Mr. Knight... thank you for saving us. You were like one of those cool super hero's from the TV shows I watched, " the young boy said to him and and Jaune just gave a dry chuckle.

" When... we get out of here. Could I...ask possibly ask for an autograph?" Jaune just raised an eyebrow before nodding. Jaune noticed a cut on top of the boys head as Jaune weakly tried to raise his hand but lacking the strength.

Suddenly, Jaune had blacked out but not before hearing the screams of a familiar voice.

"Jaune!"

She could hear a muffled voice talking. She wasn't sure if it was too her or not, but that didn't matter.

Silver eyes were greeted to the sight of an old man who looked at her in concern that quickly changed to relief.

"Oh, thank goodness, you're awake, Mrs. Rose" said the old man as Ruby was slow to get up and take in her surroundings.

Pile of rubble around them...rubble wait.. didn't..

"A building just collapses on us?" She asked to which the old man nodded.

"Have no fear. I was able to send a distress signal to your team and other authorities they will be here soon!" Ruby nodded "are you and the boy hurt? She asked to which the old man shook his head.

"Non- life threatening for me and the young lady, you, on the other hand, suffered a broken arm." As soon as he said that, Ruby tried moving her left arm only to receive a jolt of pain.

It will be okay Jaune co-

Ruby stopped mid thought as she then frantically began looking around for her husband.

"W-where's Jaune" the old man looked down trodden as he moved out of her view and Ruby saw the most horrible sight in the world.

Jaune, her best friend, soul mate, and husband, was pinned underneath a large concrete slab.

His armor was all destroyed and broken as the boy next to him kept trying to talk to him.

In a bolt of energy, Ruby slowly got up and attempted to walk to him but as soon as the energy came it went and she fell to her knees as tears began to well up in her eyes.

Get to Jaune.

Was the only phrase running repeatedly in her head.

Her body begged her to stop, to let rest but Ruby Rose-Arc would not be bested, not even by herself.

She tried to lift herself off the ground but still her body wouldn't move.

"Jaune," She moaned out in pain as she reached out to him. Suddenly, a hand came and she was lifted up.

It was the old man.

He looked at her and smiled before he wrapped her arm around his shoulders and made his way to the other side of the area.

Ruby got to her husband, and she put Jaune's head in her lap as she began to stroke his hair with her good hand and hoped with all if her soul that her team would get to them soon.

Jaune woke up again to the sound of sniffling and was met with the most beautiful sight.

A beautiful woman of black hair, red tips, and gorgeous silver eyes.

"Heh, I must be dead n-no way I get an angel who is an exact look alike to my Ruby," Jaune said, to which Ruby gasped at hearing her lovers voice.

"JAUNE!" cried Ruby as she bent down and touched her for head to his as tears kept falling from her eyes.

"Ru-Ruby, are you hurt?" Jaune asked to which Ruby let out a weak sob/chuckle.

"Dummy, I should be asking you that! You're the one who protected us all with your aura!" Ruby scolded as Jaune chuckled weakly.

"Sorry bout that," he said to her and Ruby shook her head.

"It's okay outside of a broken arm. I'll be fine...but but she looked to Jaune's lower half that was pinned beneath the large stone.

"H-how are you feeling?" She asked as suddenly Jaune lazily moved his head from side to side

"I-Its kind of hard to breathe like my chest is tightening up" panic began to fill Ruby's stomach as she recalled the way Jaune breathing was shallow and rattling on his body.

"Uh, I- I my legs are numb in the painful way too, and it feels all wet underneath me..." Suddenly, Jaune's eyes fluttered close, and her mind went into a frenzied over-clock.

She looked back to the old man who was giving a look over on the boy again.

"Sir, c-could you come here?" The old man looked at her before stopping his assessment and made his way too them.

"Yes Mrs. Rose?" He asked as he was handed a scroll.

"Go around that stone slab and take a picture...I need to see what's going on Jaunes lower half" She said as she tossed her scroll at the old man who nodded and proceeded to bear crawl his way around to an opening was to where he could see the true extent of the damage.

"Oh my god..." With a snap of the photo, he bear crawled back around to a worried Ruby, making small chatter with Jaune.

The old man looked down to Ruby who just swallowed the big lump in her throat.

The old man turned the scroll around and Ruby looked on in horror.

Jaune legs were crushed while three pieces of rebar were plunged into his lower half as blood pooled around his lower half.

Ruby's mind almost shut itself off.

"Ru-ru, you okay?" Came Jaune sluggish voice, which brought Ruby back to her reality as she looked.

"I-im fine Jaune, we just gotta-" Her eyes grew wide again with horror as terror began flooding her senses, looking down, Jaune's expression was serene, relaxed with rest.

"Hey hey hey no no no no don't sleep. Stay awake, Jaune," Tears had once again streamed down her face and dripped from her chin.

A groan put her into a sense of relief as Jaune opened his eyes. "wus wrong ru?" Jaune slurred out, the concussion and blood loss beginning to take its toll.

Gotta keep him awake... keep him talking anything!

"Hey Jaune...what's your favorite Christmas memory?" Jaunes eyes opened up, remembering that today of all these days was Christmas Eve.

"Heh, outside of spending Christmas time with you , I can only name one... Remember our third year of Christmas?" Ruby nodded as she remembered that was the time her mother , her long lost mother, who was presumed KIA had returned to them after so long.

Many tears were shed that day between her, Yang and her dad.

But wait...

"You- you had something to do with her coming home" Ruby asked and Jaune nodded.

"I didn't wanna tell you and made summer primise never to talk about it, but me and my team found her in a village while clearing out grimm. She resembled you so much and I remembered a picture you shared with me...and well i pieced it together...it turns out she had bad case of amnesia bu-but thanks to" Jaune coughed a bit.

"Thanks to the Jaune Arc patent Aura fixing and a lot of pictures of you and Yang, we were able to make her remember...sh-she wasn't sure how she would be able to come back into your lives but I told them that you all loved her so much" Jaune stopped for a moment.

"What happened next, Jaune?"

Gotta keep him talking. Gotta keep him taking!

"It was a whoooole arc of will she/won't she in the end i made her an Arc promise tha I can't disclose yet!" Jaune let out a giggle as he looked up to Ruby.

"Ya know Rubes... these years of my life have been the greatest, especially our first year of meeting at Beacon, ehehe blowing up in a crater all our battles, our ups, our downs, our falls and our rises...I couldn't be where I'm at because of them and especially you my beautiful adorable wife Ruby..." Ruby let out a gasp at as Jaune's eyes flickered several times before his eyelashes hit his cheekbone, and at that moment, Ruby could only let out a wail of distress. "Jaune" taunting silence answered her.

"Hey! Hey! V-vomit boy! Babe! J-Jaune wake up!" She wailed, sobs bubbling in her throat as her heart was being torn apart by despair and agony. "Please,"she wept as she put her forehead back to her husband's head as her body convulsed in agony. "Please don't take him from me!"

#jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby lancaster

27 notes · View notes

fistsoflightning · 2 years

Photo

old burdens

ffxivwrite2022 06: onerous adj. burdensome, oppressive, or troublesome; causing hardship.

themis & atalanta. pre-canon. 6.0 spoilers for 83-ish MSQ. 2353 wc. a link to a nice lil song i listened to while writing this :) loop it, if you’d like!

Through his exchanges with Azem he had learned plenty about Melisseus’ bakery, it being one of exceedingly few establishments within city limits that made their goods from scratch instead of using creation magicks, but it wasn’t until Themis stepped through the door of Artopoiia Oikos with a familiar tucked beneath his arm that he truly understood why Hemera had such high praise for it.

It was the atmosphere that struck him the most. The place was lovingly designed, or at least looked the part, and was comfortably small in contrast to the grandiose nature of other buildings Themis knew were in the district, with warm lighting and warmer colors that would draw the eye towards them through the large street-side windows. Flowers decorated the unused countertops around Melisseus’ workspace and a few of the tables that even the Words of Halmarut would be fascinated by, and the sweet scent of honey and ripe fruit filled the room as Melisseus worked.

Her pastries tasted just as remarkable as they smelled, though Themis was obligated to note he was likely biased, seeing how Melisseus had given him a tart and a cup of tea without him ever ordering. A little something while you wait for Atalanta, she’d told him, leaving him thoroughly baffled as to how she’d known until she pointed towards Peristeri’s neck, where a small clasp in the shape of a four-pointed star pinned a sky blue scarf in place. I would know that scarf and that familiar anywhere.

She’d left a bowl of cut fruit for the anser familiar to snack on as the two of them waited. Themis wasn’t entirely certain how Peristeri was eating—he didn’t remember these birds having teeth in their concept, disregarding the fact that most familiars couldn’t consume food anyways—but chose to ignore that in favor of watching the clock.

His friend was never on time, bearing a poor sense of direction that oftentimes delayed them for days, but it was only a few minutes after Themis wondered if he would need to ask Asteria to find them that the door of the bakery swung open and Atalanta stumbled in.

Behind the counter, Melisseus looked up from her work on some bread and sighed amusedly at Atalanta’s appearance; Themis stifled a laugh at the bird’s nest of Atalanta’s hair and waited until after they were done apologizing to Melisseus to remove his mask and raise his hand in greeting.

Atalanta blinked harshly a few times before their face broke into a smile.

“Themis! I’m surprised you’re here and not in your office,” they said, dissolving their sword back into aether before they wandered over to his table and set down their mask. The newest chips and scratches were barely hidden by the black material. “...Did Emet-Selch send you after me?”

It was, admittedly, not a strange assumption; if Emet-Selch had chosen Atalanta as his student, perhaps Themis would find it odd that he often sent others to collect them from their antics, but Atalanta’s sponsor was technically the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect who had used his friend’s title to ensure Atalanta would be approved to study their predicament using Amaurot’s wealth of knowledge. He was well-equipped to oversee their studies of creation magicks, certainly, but Emet-Selch was not wont to give more of his time to a responsibility Hythlodaeus had foisted his way.

Themis, however, was not here as Elidibus, but as himself, who sought to keep his friend out of any trouble they did not already put themselves into. It was a tireless duty, seeing how much chaos Atalanta could find themselves in any given day, but it was one he took up gladly when playing Emissary got the best of him.

“No, I was simply fortunate enough to come upon your familiar first,” he said, carefully lifting Peristeri up from the seat beside him, “as I suspect Emet-Selch may have simply blown the poor fellow away. Some trouble at Akadaemia Anyder with members of the Words of Lahabrea have him more irate than usual, if memory serves.”

Atalanta reached out for their familiar with a sigh, untying the small note on Peristeri’s leg before setting him down at their feet. “I’m sure he’ll be after a report on my creation progress soon enough,” they said.

Themis smiled. “Not until tomorrow. I told him you were delayed in your return from Azem’s summoning by your inability to teleport at will afield; with the malfunction in the aetherytes at Eisodos Pylon, he has no reason to believe I’ve lied to him.”

Their frown quickly turned to a brilliant grin. “You’re the best,” they declared, pausing briefly to look at the note before transmuting it into a minor shower of sparks. “I owe you a hundred times over for that.”

“Perhaps instead it might allow you to forgive me for reading your correspondence.” Themis pulled a letter from his pocket, the aetherial seal broken, and offered it to them. “After I took your missive to Emet-Selch, Peristeri mistakenly began to direct all your deliveries to me instead in your absence, this being the first. I only got so far as to read the word Naming ere I realized that I was not the letter's intended recipient."

Atalanta’s expression dimmed, their near-boundless energy fading as they recognized the seal on the parchment and took the letter from Themis’ hand. At their feet, Peristeri honked waspishly at the offending letter that had made Atalanta’s mood take a turn for the worse.

Themis knew few things that weighed as heavy on Atalanta’s shoulders than the matter of their hometown, but it had been a long while since they had last looked so bothered by it.

He took another bite of his tart while Atalanta hesitantly opened their letter, gold eyes skimming the lines with a tightening grip before they gave a bitter laugh and crumpled the parchment in their hand.

“No good news, I take it,” Themis said after a moment.

Atalanta harrumphed, near flinging themselves into the seat across from him. “The Consortium continues to pester me about a date for my Naming, as if I would have changed my mind in the three weeks since their last attempt,” they said. “I’ve already enough to worry about without thinking about a name I have not yet earned.”

“You mentioned such a tradition in some of our earliest letters," Themis said, straining to recall the exact words of Atalanta’s explanation. It was a peculiar coming-of-age ceremony, based off one’s accomplishments than their years, but usually fulfilled before Atalanta’s age; children were given the names of those recently returned to the star as a protective measure against what Themis believed to be an old spell, or the tricks of a creature long gone astray. Since the former Emet-Selch’s visit to evaluate the situation, the tradition was now likely no more than that, but that made the Consortium no less persistent in keeping it. “Not to pry, but I had thought you were considering a name back then.”

"The names I had in mind then weren’t ones I’d thought through,” Atalanta said with a finality and sharpness that gave Themis pause.

“I have every faith you’ll find a suitable name for yourself as you continue your studies on the soul,” he said, after a moment of uncertainty. “Even if not by yourself. I’m certain your friends would be more than happy to help you find a name of your own.”

Atalanta’s mouth quirked. “Does that include you, oh esteemed Emissary who has no bias whatsoever?”

Themis hid his smile behind his teacup. “Perhaps,” he said. “And perhaps we could discuss less troublesome matters before I return to my duties as Emissary?”

At that, Atalanta rested their elbows on the table and steepled their fingers with a grin they could have only learned from Asteria herself, the heavy weight that had been placed on their shoulders by the letter now lifted. “Never thought I’d see the day where you asked me for a story, since you always complain once I’m finished.”

“Not for your storytelling, but at the consequences I face at the end of every tale,” he explained. “The way you tell stories of your journeys always leaves me wanting for an adventure of my own. I fear you'll cause quite the conundrum one day should I decide to temporarily abandon my duties and venture forth."

“Maybe that’s something I do on purpose,” Atalanta said teasingly, eyes glowing bright in the warm light. “And whatever chaos does happen here when you do run off for an adventure won’t be my business, since I’ll be right there beside you getting us out of whatever trouble you trip face-first into”

“I look forward to the day you must keep me from going astray,” Themis joked in return. The entire situation was beyond unlikely—his work as Emissary was rarely ever finished, and Atalanta had the daunting task of researching a topic few dared to touch in fear of overreaching as many had before—but it made it no less charming to think about.

Atalanta kicked at his legs underneath the table. “You’ll eat your words when it actually happens, you jerk,” they griped, before clearing their throat and returning to their sunny disposition. "Now, listen closely…"

Invariably, after each Rejoining, Elidibus returned to the moon.

It was more compulsion than decision. Whereas Emet-Selch preferred to rest in the space between shards for a while following the demise of his long-staged empires, and Lahabrea chose to start planning for the following Rejoining immediately at his own peril, Elidibus felt himself drain far more quickly. A consequence of being given life anew by Lord Zodiark, just as the gradual loss of his memories was, but one that could be resolved by returning to His gaol, where the influence of His aether might stir Elidibus’ own.

The barren surface of the moon that Her servants watched over discomforted him, at times, but less than the lunar phenomena that She had nothing to do with.

Since the second of four Rejoinings, where they had tipped the balance on the shard in favor of lightning, the sacrificed had begun to reappear and wander near Zodiark’s grave, many trapped by the turmoil they had felt during the Final Days, unfading thanks to the stasis provided by Her will. Doomed to wander for an eternity still, waiting as Elidibus and the others forge their world anew.

He has seen every shade, has heard every plea they made to him as he stood silently at the edge of Zodiark’s crater; none have proven recognizable, even from past visits he has made to the moon.

Except now.

“You…”

The shade who had been humming with their hand on the barrier encasing Zodiark’s projection finally paused, looking over their shoulder at Elidibus. A void black mask adorned their face, the light that poured out through the eyeholes flickering each time the shade blinked.

"It’s you!” the shade said. “Welcome back.”

Stunned, Elidibus watched as the shade sat down on the cliff’s edge and beckoned him closer with a wave of their hand. No shade before had looked different than the rest, but here this one was, familiar and bizzare all at once.

He stepped forward until he could see down into the crater, an unending fall into the center of the moon where Zodiark was trapped; the aetherial projections of swords followed the entire way down until they disappeared into the red glow that swallowed the bottom of the pit.

“The wind here is always so dry,” the shade lamented when it was clear he would not speak. “Tell me, does it rain, down on the star? Because all there is here is dust and stillness.”

What a strange question. Elidibus looked up, where the fragment of Etheirys hung blue and radiant.

“It does,” Elidibus said, clenching his fists and feeling unbalanced. Why was he answering? Who was this? They were so familiar, and yet still out of reach; they remembered, treated him as a friend instead of an emissary, and he could not return the favor. “Though not more than it used to.”

There was a pause as he waited for them to continue, only looking away from the star when the shade beside him sighed heavily—such a familiar sound, and still their name remained out of reach. “I thought you would have learned to tell better stories from me.”

Elidibus rounded on the shade, curiosity cracking through the composure he kept as Emissary.

“How do you remember this?” he asked, voice sharp. It was a futile endeavor; in short years he would lose all knowledge of this conversation, of this shade—and yet he pressed onwards. “Who are you? Why are you here, speaking with me?”

The shade made a pleased noise, the aureate light that took the place of their eyes brightening in lieu of a smile. They leaned back onto the moon dirt, hands leaving marks in their wake even as the dust simply passed through their sleeves.

“Memories aren’t so hard to hold onto in the Underworld if you’ve done it before,” they said cryptically. “As for the other two questions, I’d like to hear your answer first. Who are you, friend, and why have you returned?”

The slight shift the shade had made to his questions gave Elidibus pause.

“I… I am Elidibus,” he said, uncertain and sure all at once. It was the obvious answer, the only answer, and yet… “The only reason for my being here is to recover so I may further the Rejoinings and restore our star.”

It was all he could be, his name lost to the tides of time; his duty had become him. Any shade who had joined him in the sacrifice to summon Lord Zodiark would have known that.

Still, the shade looked unsatisfied, the glow of their eyes fading once more as the sun cast its light upon the moon and made the shadows behind them grow long.

“Then I am simply the Keeper,” the shade said, “and I am here to fulfill a promise I made long ago.”

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #endwalker #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv themis #c: atalanta #elie's ffxivwrite2022 #tales from the blue #every year my lore for atalanta gets more wild #i am on a roll writing wise today just not a fast or good roll #g: promise on that falling star #elie writes

5 notes · View notes

cassandrajoybellbittner · 5 months

Text

*Warning Adult Content*

HE'S DIFFERENT - Chapter 4

Adyen

Len meet me in the library.

He strolled in a little late and looked lost until his eyes caught mine from across the room.

He smiled and I looked away feeling a bit flustered.

We worked on our assignment together for the next few hours.

Something I noticed was that Len was smart and could stay focused for long periods of time, a big contrast from the panicky and oblivious dufus I had been talking to until then.

He also seemed less fidgety around me.

Maybe he'd sorted out whatever it was that had him acting weird.

I even asked for his help along the line and he'd been kind enough to show me what to do.

He knew his stuff and he seemed to get into a fixated zone when working.

Somewhere in the middle of all the side glances I gave him, I decided that he didn't look that bad.

I know I had made up my mind a while back that he wasn't my type but he was a lot easier on the eyes once you got used to the rugged jawline and high chiseled cheekbones.

"What are you going to do after this?" I asked, watching Len zip up his backpack.

We had just finished with our assignments and were packing up.

"Eat some lunch," he said, staring at me.

I hummed and nodded in response.

Earlier this morning during my track practice, I had worried about what Len would think of me when we worked together.

I joked about being broke but it was a coping mechanism.

The idea was that if I did it first people would look dumb doing it to me.

I had looked at Len's drawing equipment when he had pulled them out to work and I had noticed how most of his stuff was old or outdated versions of new models.

I know it shouldn't have made me feel relieved but it did.

There was a complex I still hadn't gotten over after going to a prep school on scholarship.

Having costly stuff or at least being bothered about having pricey things were just the staple and the attitude just carried over to my university life.

Yeah, people didn't stop being materialistic after high school.

When my teammates started talking about their shoes or watches I slipped away to be by myself.

I didn't have anything to show off and by the looks of it neither did Len.

"Do you want to come with me?" I blinked, hearing Len's voice.

"To grab lunch," he clarified as he got up from the black chair.

The library was large and there weren't many people around so there was pin-drop silent aside from the occasional cough in the distance.

I stared at him for a bit before getting up with my own bag.

"Sure," I said, watching as Len smiled before he started walking in the direction of the exit.

I hurried after him, towing behind him before deciding that was weird and walking up until I was at his side.

He was taller than my 5'10 and wider than my skinny self.

We left the library, walking out into the streets that hit us with a chilling winter breeze and snow from the sky above.

Spring couldn't come fast enough.

I blinked when a flake got in my eye.

I was that I had tucked my hair under a black beanie unless I would have had to deal with wet hair when I got back to my dorm room.

Len wasn't wearing a hat or even a scarf.

He didn't seem too affected by the weather.

It reminded me a bit of the time we met.

He hadn't been wearing any of those either.

He had on a puffer jacket and plaid blue jeans, though.

"The student union cafeteria's fine, right?" he asked and I blinked, looking.

I had somehow forgotten I had been staring at him⁠.

A change of pace I guess⁠... being the creep today.

"Yeah, that's fine," I muttered, pulling up the hoodie of my jacket.

"Great," he nodded as we walked in the direction of the student union building.

It was one of the oldest on campus with its old-style gothic McMansion look.

When we got there we stood in line together, getting our lunch from the same Indian food stall.

"You like this too?" I asked, sitting across from him on one of the many two-seat tables in the cafe.

Len looked up at me, before looking down at his food and nodding.

"Yeah."

There was silence after that as we ate our food quietly.

I sulked at the fact that we weren't talking but I didn't have anything in mind to talk about and Len looked okay with being quiet.

"So," I started, watching as Len's eyes shot up to meet mine.

"What are you about?" I cursed at myself in my head for being cringed but it was the only conversation starter I could think of.

"What?" Len rose a brow and I shrugged.

"You know..." I shrugged.

"Tell me about yourself," I said, teasing the curve of the plastic cup in front of me.

"Come on, say something. I'm bored," I insisted.

He gave me a weird look as a low hum escaped his pursed lip.

He looked so focused, it was hilarious.

He suddenly smiled and I noticed the little mole on his right cheek when a complementary dimple formed.

"Let's see..." he trailed, using the fork on his tray like a drumstick.

"I'm an architecture major."

"I am too," I cut in, resting my elbows on the table before using my hands to cup my face.

"Kinesiology minor, you?"

"Art and design," Len said in response and I nodded my head.

"Are you from Toronto?" he asked.

"Nah, Ottawa."

At least that was where my last foster home had been.

I've been everywhere from Alberta, BC and Saskatchewan but Len didn't need to know the specifics.

At least, not yet.

"You?" I asked, not wanting the conversation to die.

"Alberta," he said before taking a sip from his Diet Coke.

"More specifically, Peace River."

The cafeteria was a bit rowdy so I had to read his lips a bit to pick up what he was saying.

Len stared at me for a bit, before talking.

"What kind of things do you like to do?"

The question was as wobbly as his voice.

I smiled, noting that this was starting to feel like a twenty-one questions game.

"I do Track. You should come and watch me run sometime."

I don't know why but I was starting to feel a bit flirty.

I watched as Len's eyes widened a bit.

He looked away from me, seeming to try and collect his thoughts.

"Sorry, are you flirting with me?"

I don't know why but that question caught me off guard a bit.

I picked at my curls, trying to figure out what to say.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

Yeah, I had been flirting with him but no one had ever asked a question directly like that.

It felt weird to be put in the spot like that.

"I need to know. I'm not amazing at reading signals."

I watched as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

He was fumbling with his fingers, keeping himself busy.

"Sorry. Ignore what I just asked..."

"Yeah," I said, cutting him off.

If I was going to tell him I was gay, this was the best time.

"I'm gay," I said, watching as Len looked up.

His lips parted a little and there was a brief look on his face I failed to read before it was gone.

"Oh," was all he said, licking his lips before letting out a breath.

"Okay."

What's up with that reply, I wondered, raising a brow at him.

'Okay?'

This was the part where he was supposed to tell me he was gay too.

Wasn't he?

"What kind of stuff do you like to get yourself into?" I asked, deciding that I no longer wanted to have the current conversation.

Maybe I had misread Len.

Maybe he wasn't interested in me like I had guessed.

"I play Lacrosse."

I don't know why but I clapped at Len's answer.

I liked Lacrosse but I too skinny to play a roughing-up game like that.

"I like lacrosse," I said, watching as Len smiled.

"Well, maybe you can come and watch me play sometime."

He gave me a side smirk and I felt the blood run from my face.

Was this his way of flirting back?

"Sounds like a plan," I said, looking down at my hands.

I wasn't sure what was up with me.

I flirted all the time... with people I was interested in and with people I wasn't.

It often took a lot to shake and confuse me but here I was getting flustered at Len's bad attempt at copying me.

"Do you live on campus?"

I looked up.

"Yeah," I answered watched as Len looked out into the distance.

"Ah, alright. I was wondering if we could take the bus together. Guess we can't," he said.

He looked a little sad about it.

A chuckle left my lips.

He looked adorable and I was amazed at how honest his expressions were.

They gave him away.

Someone the trait that had made him come off as creepy was now endearing.

One of his full brows rose a bit, as if asking me what I was laughing at.

I waved him off, resting my head on my hand.

"Do you have anything going on this Saturday?" he asked.

"I'll check," I said.

I had nothing going on.

I didn't have friends to go out with or anything but I didn't want Len to know that... at least not yet.

I don't know, there was something about him today that made me want to look less like a mess.

He didn't need to know I was a loser.

"If you have some time it would be cool if you followed me downtown some time. There's this Pizza place I go to all the time," he said.

I stayed quiet for a bit, wondering if he just wanted to hang out or if this was a date of some sort.

Unlike Len however, I wasn't brave enough to ask for clarifications directly.

"Alright," I said and he smiled.

We managed to shift the conversation to school-related things.

We complained about our assignments and professors together.

We also laughed about weird stuff that happened around campus.

When our plates were empty and we had to accept that we'd been sitting in the cafe for a little too long we got up and headed out the Student Union building, parting ways at a close bus stop.

As I made my way to the residence building I kept wondering why I was suddenly overwhelmed by Len.

Today he was... well, different.

The smile I'd been wearing since I left the cafeteria didn't leave even when I got into my room.

The first thing I did after getting into more comfortable clothes was to text Len to tell him I was available on Saturday and when there was an opening I asked if he had other social media.

I take back saying he was not my type.

1 note · View note

buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

Text

a piece of cake

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

join the tag list here.

You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

feedback is appreciated, please, leave a comment to let me know if you liked it.

and REBLOG!!!

support the writers 🤍

tag list: @whatrambles @phoenixhalliwell @homesicam @marvel-diaries @amelia-song-pond @heartbeats-wildly @met4no1a @weenersoldierr @petlaufeyson @sillygamingartghost @wildflowergubler @isnt-it-loverly @zealouspursecowboydeputy @rvgrsbrns @artisancowbells @plagooey @tinylumpiaa @hemsbucky @bxmaaa @quxxnxfhxll @soldierstucky @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul @hateinthemorning @asemistablehundredyearoldman @purpleelfwizard @twinerd14 @nikkixostan @stolenxkissess @wintersfilm @whoreforsamwilson @thatcrackheadsadbitchtm @baconmuffins1216 @28cnn @hxlyhoax @lieswithoutfairytales @angrybirdxx @clownerlyluv @kait-is-always-late @marvel-ousnesss @natashadeservedbetter @ebxny27 @fanofalltheficsx @spider-man-lover @masterlists101 @lewd-alien @warm-sensations @stealapizzamyheart @talk-on-the-street @theresnoplatypus

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader

2K notes · View notes

lem0nshark-writes · 3 years

Text

"The City of Ruins"

Thranduil x Male (elf) Reader

Word count: 2344 Summary: Lost lovers reunite 🌙☄

Warnings: angst at first then fluff w/ smut later on, the begining of smut is marked tho so don't worry, reader's a bottom

🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄

After the battle for Erebor you stayed behind in the city of Dale, it wasn't on your own accord, no. If it were up to you you would have returned to Mirkwood with your king, but you were banished from your home.

Such events came to be because you defied your king's orders to fall back and leave the dwarves to deal with orcs on their own. But you weren't gonna let your friends die, you weren't gonna let them fight on their own, even if it meant going against your king's will.

So you stayed behind, betrayed look on your king's face coming to haunt you more often than you'd like to admit. But you knew you did the right thing.

Many moons passed since the battle and you managed to fix yourself a home, it wasn't much, just a lower floor with a fireplace and a spot to lay on, but it's all you could muster up from the city in ruins.

You took it upon yourself to slowly clean and build around yourself, salvaging what you can of the city. And short trips to Laketown took care of your need for food and liquids.

It was a decent life, but terribly horribly lonely.

Your only friend being your thoughts and a bittersweet longing for your rín meleth*.

(*crowned love)

You feelings didn't come as surprise to you, they've been lingering for a while now but you've never acted on them, fearing he wouldn't feel the same and you'd cross a line. And besides, you were just a regular elf, no royalty, why would you ever be a match for him.

Dark stormy clouds gathered around the mountain and the city of Dale, heavy rain moments from being released.

You rushed to your small home in the heart of the city, arms full of twigs and branches, racing the time against the rain. And you made it in in the last second because just as you closed the door the sky came crashing down in big droplets.

You let out a sigh of relief and made your way to the fireplace, placing the newbrought wood at the side of it and started the night's fire. After making sure it's well lit and strong, you moved the remaining wood on the side for later.

You got up and took off unnecessary layers of clothes and your boots as the room started to fill up with warmth, setting them on their spot near the door.

Fixing your hair up in a messy bun you sat down on your bed and just as your were about to lay down for your daily rest, an unexpected knock on the door broke the comfortable silence mixed in with the crackling of the fire.

You looked up at the door and slowly got up, wondering who could it be as no guests announced themselves for the following days.

Creaking the door open your eyes widened in surprise. There in front of you, soaked in rain head to toe, stood none other than your ex king.

Your shock was soon pushed away by reminiscence of betrayal and old memories that came flooding your thoughts.

"How could you do that to me?.." pained expression pushed it's way through on kings face, trying to overcome the angry one that he tried so hard to keep.

"I already told you, but I guess you've gone deaf on your ears, I wouldn't and I won't let my friends die because you were too much of a coward to fight!" you started slow and calm but by the end of the sentence got louder and angrier, fire of the old argument rekindling fast.

"I am no coward! I did that to save the lives of our people! To save your life!" he growled back.

Anger gushed through your body but you said nothing, staring at his icy blue eyes.

"You might be-You maybe were my king, but my friends' lives are more important than your orders," you turned away, walking deeper into the house.

Thranduil followed, doors closing after him, and looked around a bit, feeling bad seeing how you lived since he threw you out of your home.

"You're so stubborn.." he sighed heavily, "What if something happened to you? What would I do then? What would I do without you??"

You turned around slightly and looked over at him. Worry of past events and what-ifs ridden across his face mixing with anger towards your stubbornness.

"You did just fine.." you muttered almost inaudibly, looking back away to hide your tears, old feelings starting to become too much.

He looked at you in shock for a few moments before regaining his ability to speak, "What… You think I enjoyed banishing you?? You think I enjoyed returning home without you and spending months an months with you nowhere in sight?? You think I like that?? .. When people ask me where you are?? .. Not seeing your face ever day??…"

"You think my soul isn't tearing into pieces without my meleth.." he looked at you, sadness twisting his face into a pained expression.

Your eyes widened at the last part and you turned around swiftly, standing there with your mouth agape for a few moments before speaking, " . . . Your meleth?.."

Thranduil's eyes widened a bit as well after he realized what he had said but then closed slowly as his expression melted into one of saddened agreement.

"You loved me?.." you asked softly.

He nodded, ". . . I still do.."

"Why didn't you say anything?.." you took a few steps towards the taller male, closing the gap between you two almost completely, and searched his eyes with your own.

"I feared you wouldn't feel the same.. and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you if that were true.." he finally gazed back at you.

"Silly king," you muttered through a slight smile forming on your face, " I loved you for hundreds of years, and I still do," you took his hands in yours and held them to your chest.

At your words his face lit up like forest in spring waking up from a long winter dream and he leaned I swiftly, locking his lips with yours, something he's been yearning to do for so long.

Without thinking you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace and he did the same, his strong arms washing away all the worries and making you feel like the whole world around you disappeared.

"Return home with me my meleth, rule as a king by my side, let's never part again," he whispered into your neck.

Your lips spread into a warm smile as you gazed upon his eyes, "I'd like that very much."

((smut continuation from here on))

The two of you settled down on a crapet by the fireplace, setting your journey back to Mirkwood for tomorrow, when the storm hopefully calms down.

You forced the king to take off the outer layer of his clothes to put to dry by the fire and he undid his wet hair too, allowing it to dry easier on the warm air.

The two of you rested in each other's arms for a while, letting the fire warm you both up as you chatted exchanging some old stories and talks of your lingering feelings.

He smiled down at you, arms wrapped around your body as you rested your back against his chest. You looked up at him, returning the smile, "What?"

"Nothing. I just am wondering why we didn't confess sooner," he placed a warm kiss onto your jaw.

"Me too," your eyes instantly closed as he did that, "I guess we are two completely oblivious idiots," you added with a chuckle.

He let out a chuckle as well, "That we are." He grinned and kissed you deepy, passion spilling out from his lips.

You smiled into the kiss and returned just as passionately, cupping his cheeks in the process.

The bigger elf moved slightly, allowing your bodies to face each other, before wrapping his arms around you again.

The two of your kept on kissing, the kiss turning from slow and passionate to yearning and with a lot more tongue.

His hands started roaming your body and soon enough your vest was off, and shortly after your shirt too.

At the motion you parted your kiss and the two of you exchanged a knowing look. And just as quickly his lips were back on yours and your hands now undoing his top.

Once you won the battle with his shirt he moved his lips to your neck, tracing kisses and licks before the same turned into bites and sucks, leaving hickeys behind that ended up littering your neck and your chest.

You moaned on his actions, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle thug on each bite he left on your soft skin.

He moved his attention to your lower stomach, leaving warm kisses there as he slipt your pants off with a single swift move.

You looked up at him, the two of you locking eyes, as you bit your lower lip. His gaze trailed around your body, taking in every bit of it, "Y/n.. you're beautiful.." he said, lust-laced desire dripping off his words.

The tone he spoke in made you shiver under his touch. He gave you a deep kiss and then proceeded to take his pants off too and soon enough both of yours undergarments followed.

He laid you down and got on top of you, kissing you deeply once again.

Your eyes stayed locked with his abs and, well, lower parts, being slightly taken aback by how good he looks.

He quickly caught up on your thoughts and smirked, making you in return blush like mad.

"Like what you see?" Thranduil smirked at his smaller lover who by the looks of it was about to burst into flames from the redness his cheeks reached caused by his words and that smug smirk Thranduil proudly wore.

He chuckled at his lover's sudden shyness and let his hand trail to his already errect memeber.

You gasped softly at the feel of his fingers on you and your eyes closed from pleasure, hand rushing to your mouth to silent the escaping moans.

Thranduil's hand reached for yours and moved it from your mouth, pinning it above your head, "I like your moans, don't hide them," he smirked and left kisses across your yaw and neck once again, as his hand worked magic bringing you all the way to the edge before abruptly stopping.

You looked up at him in wonder, unpleased and yearning for the pleasure to come back. He smirked softly at you and pulled you by your thighs closer to himself and his face went down.

You looked up at what he was up to and gasped in pleasure when you felt his slick tongue move against your hole. You fell back and your eyes rolled in sweetness as his tongue made it's way into you. It twisted and turned inside you, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body, his hands squeezing your butt cheeks as they held onto them.

Once again you were on the edge of an orgasm and once again he pulled away just as you were about to reach it.

You whined slightly this time, pouting at his repeated action.

"Shhhhhh you'll like what comes next better-," he smirked at you and sat himself up again, grabbing at the sides of your thighs as he positioned himself at your now wet entrance.

You propped yourself up just enough to reach his lips and kiss him deeply, which he gladly returned, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Ready?" he smiled at you warmly as you two held your faces close to one another. You gave him a soft nod, bracing yourself for what's about to come.

He slowly started pushing in, giving you enough time in-between each little push to adjust to him in you, moans rolling off your tongue along with rugged breaths.

Once he was all the way inside you he kissed you deeply, distracting you from any lingering pain till it all melted away into burning pleasure.

Holding at your sides he slowly started moving his hips pushing his big length in and out of you, at first slowly before picking up the pace. Moans streamed out of both of your mouths mixed up with muffled breathing between kisses.

"Ahhhh hhhhhngggg…" moans left your mouth one after the other as he picked up the pace even more, hand back on your ass and squeezing it.

Your finger nails raked his back in pleasure causing him to moan your name out between paced breaths, "Y/n… ahhh-."

You moved your lips to his neck, leaving the tall elf an even bigger moaning mess as you left hickey upon hickey against his skin.

He slapped your ass in the moment as he pushed in even deeper, reaching that sweet sweet spot, making you moan his name out even louder than before. He picked up on that and started hitting that spot repeatedly with even greater strength making you melt completely underneath him.

He could tell you were very close and so was he, and with a few more strong thrusts both of you came hard, moaning each other's names and spilling, you on his and yours stomach and him inside of you.

Panting he brought himslef down and placed a loving kiss on your lips, exhausted with pleasure and still riding your orgasm you returned.

He gently pulled out and plopped down next to you, pulling you close into his warm embrace.

You two stayed like that for a while, hugging and unable to reach your breaths.

Once your breath returned to your lungs you snuggled up into his chest and kissed his yaw, "I love you my king."

He smiled down at you and hugged you tighter, placing a long kiss onto your lips, "I love you too meleth."

761 notes · View notes

darkmulti · 3 years

Note

Hello I love your work so much, you are my fav writer I love your style and the way you paint your ideas! <3

I know you must have a lot of requests but could you please do a hard dom CEO jungkook, with innocent reader. Would be nice if you can add corruption kink, degrading and non con. Thank you!

⚠️: NON CON, DEGRADATION, CORRUPTION KINK, INNOCENT!READER, VIRGIN!READER, slapping, choking

-> I’m glad you like my work!! Sorry for the wait tho😭

-> I didn’t “add” too much corruption kink because it’s kinda hard to incorporate corruption kink and non con

-> sorry for any mistakes

“Y/N! In my office now!”

The moment you sat down on your chair, your boss called you again

You quickly stood up and hustled into his office

“Yes, Mr. Jeon. Is something wrong?”

You politely asked

“What the hell did you put in my coffee?”

“Regular, sir. Two milks and one sugar.”

“Did you check the expiration date on the milk?”

“Uh… no”

“God damnit! Are you trying to poison me, Y/N?! You can’t do the simplest tasks right! Get out of my sight.”

“Sir, I can make you another-”

“I said get out!”

You immediately left his office and sped off into your own

You closed the door gently before covering your mouth and bursting out into tears

The constant yelling and degrading was slowly breaking you down

He never appreciated any of your hard work, instead he focused on the small flaws you made

You knew you deserved better so that night you went home and wrote a resignation letter

The next day you went to work and gave it to Mr. Jeon

“Mr. Jeon, this is my resignation letter. I can’t work here anymore. It’s not good for my mental health.”

He poked his inner cheek with his tongue and crumbled the letter

“You have to give me a two weeks notice. That way I can start looking for your replacement. However, I have a business trip next week and you have to come with me.”

“What if I find someone that can take my place?”

“No, I want you to go with me and that’s final.”

Next week

You were at the airport with your carry on bag in hand and your passport in the other

Jungkook was in front of you, leading the way to the private jet

Once you both were seated, he poured himself and you a drink

“So, tell me why you want to quit.” He said, taking a sip of his Blue Label whiskey

You didn’t want to tell him the real reason, which was because of him

You thought it’d make the trip more awkward if he knew that you were quitting because of him and you also didn’t want to sound mean

So the best excuse you could come up with was that you found a more suitable job

You told him lies after lies, thinking that he was believing you

Little did you know, Jungkook could see right through you

He knew the real reason you were quitting was because of him

He was purposely cruel to you and you’ve finally reached your breaking point

It was amusing to him

Did you really think that you could trick him?

How cute

Jungkook knew that whole suitable job excuse was a lie because he keeps his eyes on you all day and night

While you were asleep, Jungkook broke into your apartment and installed tiny cameras all around

So he could keep an eye on you

He also hacked into your phone and installed a tracking app, just in case

He got access to all your emails, social media, phone calls, photos, text messages — ect.

Anyways, back to the private jet

You were in the back of the jet sleeping since it was a long flight and you get air sick

You felt something around your waist so you looked down and see a tattooed arm

You immediately recognized who it was and got up, waking up Jungkook in the process

“I- I’m sorry, sir. You should’ve woke me up and I would’ve given you the bed.”

“It’s fine, we’re about to land anyways.”

After you guys landed, you both headed towards the car in the hangar

The driver took you both to a luxury hotel

The building itself was super unique

The transparent, rooftop pool was definitely something you were looking forward to

Jungkook had paid for your hotel room

You guys had rooms right next to each other so it’s more convenient for him

It was still 10 in the morning, so Jungkook allowed you to sleep for a little while but by 12pm, you guys had to leave for an important meeting

The afternoon was packed with meetings, presentations & preparations for a small business party

You were exhausted because Jungkook kept you running back and forth while he was sitting on his ass

By the end of the day you were tired as hell, but luckily everything went smoothly

Jungkook seemed to be okay with how everything turned out

You were relieved to say the least

He’d usually find something to complain about

It was 10pm when you both arrived at the hotel

Jungkook said he was going to go shower and sleep so you bid goodnight and went into your room

Even though you were physically and mentally exhausted, your mind couldn’t fall asleep

You figured it was because of the amount of coffee you consumed

Since you couldn’t fall asleep, you decided to put on your swimming suit and go upstairs to try out the pool

Once the elevator doors opened, you were surprised to see so many people on the rooftop dancing and drinking

You still went to the pool even though it was loud and packed

On your way to the pool, you accidentally bumped into a group of guys

They notice your somewhat revealing swimming suit and offered a drink

You were going to reject but all of them were pressuring you to have at least one drink with them, so you stupidly agree

One drink turned into two and so on

You started dancing with the guys and they were all cheering you on

This was it

This was the attention you were craving for

You were a little wasted but still had your senses

You held one of the boy’s hand and took him to the swimming pool

“You said you were good at swimming… so make sure I don’t drown.” You drunkly said before jumping in

The man chuckled at your behaviour and jumped in afterward to make sure you don’t do anything dumb

After swimming, you had more drinks and danced more with everyone

The night was going so well until someone pulled you away from all the chaos

“Heyyyy, what’re you doing man? The party’s over there.” You said, pointing back to the crowd

He wasn’t responding so you tried to look at his face but the lights were burning your eyes

You looked down at his arm and recognize his tattoos

Once you realized who he was, it was too late

“M- Mr. Jeon, why’re you up so late?”

He brought you back to his room and shoved you in

Jungkook pushed you against the door and slapped you hard

It brought you back to reality real fast

“Are you dumb, Y/N?! Going upstairs without telling me anything, drinking and dancing with men you don’t know— do you know how dangerous that is?! Is your head hollow?!” He yelled in your face and hit the side of your head a couple of times, checking if it was hollow

“Do you know what they would’ve done to you if I didn’t come?! Let me fucking show you.”

He pushed you towards the bed and you slipped because of your wet feet

You started backing away from him, but you knew you were doomed when your back hit the side of the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please. I was just trying to have fun-” another hard slap landed on your cheek and this one was enough to make you tear up

“Fun? You want to have fun? Okay then, let’s have some fun.”

He pulled you up by your wrist and pushed you down on the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please! I’m so sorry! I don’t know how it all happened!”

You were sobbing at this point because Jungkook looked terrifying

He was beyond pissed and his eyes were showing it all

“You think a “sorry” can fix what you did?! You’re so fucking stupid! This is why I yell at you all the time because your dumb, little head knows nothing. Without me, you wouldn’t be living so comfortably. I give you a good pay, so you can pay rent, buy food and clothes without worrying about money. But, what do I get in return? A resignation letter…” he scoffs before continuing “… You’re just a dumb, naive, whore that would be homeless right now if I didn’t take care of you. Maybe this is why your parents abandoned you.”

Your bottom lip started to wobble and before you knew it, you were bawling your eyes out in front of him

His words were so harsh, you weren’t ready for it at all

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

You apologized over and over and over but he still wasn’t satisfied

“H- how can I make it up? Please, give me a chance.”

His hand went towards your private area and you started shaking your head profusely

“No, no, no… anything but that please…”

“Well, there’s nothing else that you have that I want.”

“I’m n- not comfortable though.”

Jungkook grabbed your face and stared deep into your eyes

“Does it look like I care?”

Jungkook continued on

He ripped your swim suit off and pulled down his pants

“Please be gent-”

You screamed when you felt him push into you

You grabbed his arms and tried to push him away but he easily dominated you

He pinned your hands above your head and spat down on his cock for some lube

Without any warning, he pushed his full length in, causing you to squirm around and cry

Your purity blood dripped down onto the bed sheets while you kept pleading for him to stop

“Mr. Jeon, please! I- I was sa- saving till marriage.” You sobbed

“That’s even better. Now we can get married.”

“No! No! I don’t want that.”

Jungkook pushed your legs apart and started going at a fast pace

“You don’t want to get married to me? Well, that’s too bad because I don’t care about what you want.”

Each of his thrust were powerful and rough

He wrapped his hand around your neck so anytime you rejected him in a way, he’d squeeze until you’d shut up

Your face was hot and red from all the slapping and choking

He covered your neck in hickeys

All night, he was fucking you

The headboard was banging against the wall so hard, it left dents in the wall

There was cum overflowing out of you, but Jungkook still didn’t stop

He pounded you until your body gave up on you

You couldn’t fight anymore

You weren’t talking, crying or moving

All you could do was whimper softly when it really hurt

Jungkook noticed you were on the verge of passing out, so he quickened up his pace and came into you before collapsing on top of you

“You would’ve been in so much more pain if I didn’t save you from those guys. So what do you say to me?”

You weakly open your eyes and look into his

“T- Thank you.” You whisper softly before falling unconscious

Decided to end it here bc I don’t have the brain power to continue writing. Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 2am

#jungkook smut #bts smut #non con #bts yandere #yandere bts

553 notes · View notes

thatharringrovehoe · 3 years

Text

Buckle up chuckle fucks I had an idea.

Heir to a criminal syndicate Steve Harrington.

- Steve being King Steve for a REASON

- The police can't fucking touch him. His father has lawyers that your lawyers have nightmares about. Hopper has busted him four separate times getting a blowjob in his BMW at the quarry. Each time he knows it would be more trouble to bring him in so Hopper just tells them to go home and ignores it when they definitely do not.

- Steve has access to ANYTHING. You want expensive booze? Got it. Coke? No problem. Weed? The shit he has is fucking TOXIC. If you're a friend of King Steve you want for nothing.

- And Steve has never been good with reading or numbers. But people? Steve is good with people. Has a photographic memory for faces. And while he's not always good at remembering names (Tommy and Carole take care of that for him) he can tell you at least ONE incriminating secret about most people in Hawkins.

- Steve's parents are always away on "business". They're still never home. Steve Harrington was given the key to the city and decided to build an empire on top of it's bones. He knows EVERYONE. Knows their strengths and weaknesses. Knows how to use them to get what he wants.

- Que Jonathan Byers. You see Jonathan is a quiet guy. Goes unnoticed by most and brushed off by the rest. But Jonny boy? He watches. Listens. Takes photos at precisely the right moment.

- So Steve pays him for his talents. "Keep an ear to the ground. Bring me back something useful". Because King Steve takes care of those who serve him. And a week after Jonathan brought Steve pictures of the mayor bending his 16 year old intern over his desk, Joyce Byers gets a promotion at the general store and a hefty raise. He brings Steve a tip that some shady looking guy broke into Steve's backyard and looked like he was possibly planting bugs. Jonathan gets a state of the art brand new camera and a date with Nancy Wheeler.

- Also look I hate Nancy as a girlfriend but love the idea of Nancy and Steve just being bitchy and beautiful together. Like she's probably his only real friend. Because while Tommy is friends with King Steve, he would just as easily throw him to the wolves if a new contender stood a good chance of stealing that crown. Nancy is friends with Steve Harrington. The boy who hasn't seen his parents in almost a year. Who wakes up crying from nightmares filled with flowers and teeth and blood.

- Speaking of the upside down bullshit, Steve never ends up signing any NDA's. His father may not be around to teach him to shave or how to change a tire but he DID teach him the importance of anonymity. Of NEVER signing paperwork unless your lawyer looks it over twice. So after he cracks a nail bat across the demogorgons face, he has Nancy and Jonathan promise that they won't tell anyone he was ever there. It's another secret Steve gets to hoard. His most valuable.

- Billy Hargrove still roars into the Hawkins high parking lot with his Camaro and bad boy attitude but this time Tommy isn't looking for a new monarch. His leash is tied tight to the leg of Kind Steve's throne and likes it that way. So when the new guy from Cali is sniffing around asking questions about who runs this joint Tommy brings Steve a new toy like the good dog he is. Leads Billy behind the bleachers where Steve, Nancy and Carole are smoking Cuban cigars because they're spoiled rich kids and they still think it's funny that the principal can't do shit since Jonathan snapped a picture of Mr. Henley bringing a male prostitute into a motel room an hour out of town. Steve gave Will an Atari for that one.

- And Billy's from the not so nice part of L.A. Grew up with police sirens and gun shots as white noise since he was a baby. So when he sees Steve Harrington the first thing he notices is how he holds himself like the gang leaders Billy saw walking down the boardwalk as a kid. Like he owned the world. And for all intents and purposes he DOES. Holds Hawkins in the palm of his hand. And shit maybe a change of strategy was in order.

- Cuz Billy was gunna punch his way to the top. Find the king pin and pull him right out of the fucking cork board. But Steve Harrington is a well loved king. Is generous and lacks any real cruelty. He's also very very pretty. Billy can definitely work with that. Smiles with hunger and teeth. Swaggers up to Steve all confident like.

- But you see, Steve? Steve is good with people. Can read them like Nancy reads flash cards for biology. Barely a glance and it's all he needs. And he's doing way more than glancing now. Feels like he's looking into Billy's soul. Cataloguing all the cracks and tears. The weak points. But also the blue of his eyes. The sandy blond curls. An ass that won't fucking quit. And Carole and Nancy and Jonathan smirk. Cuz they know Tommy did good. Know the look on Steve's face means he's gunna eat this new guy alive. After all. Every King needs a Queen.

#Billy boy is gunna get wrecked on sheets that cost more than his fucking car #as he should be #Harringrove #King Steve #morally questionable characters #they're not bad guys though. Just illigal guys #I love spy master jonathan you have no idea #Billy Hargrove #Tommy H.#Carole #Nancy Wheeler #Stanger Things #Mob AU

433 notes · View notes

apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

Text

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by 🐓 anon. im still screaming over this.

∘ request: [insert the 14 asking for more Sapnap humor in a pt. 1.5 of Meet the Jacobses]

∘ pairings: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: smut (18+), nsfw, language, drinking, mentions of Todd the frat boy, lots of dialogue, biting, asphyxiation

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ a/n: this one goes out to the babes in the gc. ily.

i stole the Brick idea from the Jesse McCartney movie, Keith. I'm sorry. [tw for that link - sad & jesse mccartney not talking about beautiful souls]

also thank you everyone for your support on this series. when my friends and I conjured this up, I never thought I would be at the point where I get to share peoples art/paylists/etc. I'm so thankful for all of you.

okay I'll stop crying. happy reading and have a great week! :)

The sun beat down against your skin, your mind drifting to whether or not you should apply more sunscreen. Karl jumped into the light blue water in front of you, the water splashing out to almost completely soak you. You frowned at him as he came up for air, blowing you a kiss mockingly.

Sapnap’s cousins started tackling Karl, the chorus of laughter echoing around the pool. You stretched your legs out beneath the table, leaning into the shade of the umbrella as you watched them roughhouse.

Sapnap came out from the pool house, opening a beer bottle for you before taking the seat beside you. He sighed, buttoning the top of his shirt as he watched the boys. “Did you have a good time at the party yesterday? I dipped after an hour,” he asked, pushing his sunglasses to rest on top of his head.

You shrugged slightly, taking a sip of your drink. You couldn’t wait to tell your roommate how lavishly you’d been living. The fact that you were lounging by a heated pool, drinking beer from Copenhagen with the sons of millionaires was nearly mind-boggling to you.

You wet your lips, squinting your eyes as you looked at him. “I honestly have no idea. I was kind of just there as a Karl accessory,” you joked, making him chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I get that,” he flipped off one of the cousins as they threatened to throw water at him. “It’s always the Karl show around here,” he added. You raised your eyebrows at him and he backtracked. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. He’s a good guy; everyone’s just obsessed with him.”

You nodded slightly. “Yeah, he’s definitely the star baby,” you joked, making him laugh. “I need to ask you…” You bit your lip voice trailing off as you searched for the night words.

He sent you a closed-mouth smile. “About my mom and Karl?” He asked, biting back a blithe expression. It shocked you how calm he was about the situation.

You chuckled nervously. “I swear I won’t bring it up again, I’m just,” you cut yourself off, unable to describe the question marks pulsing through your thoughts.

He snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “I know right,” he reassured. “When I found out, I almost broke Karl’s nose,” he chided. “Not that I was like… angry it was my mom but out of how weird it was.”

“Yeah it is really fucking weird,” you agreed, laughing slightly.

He gestured as if to thank you for understanding. “I mean, Karl’s a great guy. He was my best friend for a long time but…” He made a face suggesting his discomfort and you snicked. “That’s my mom, man.” You giggled wholeheartedly at this, making him laugh too.

“What are you guys talking about?” Karl asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dripping wet from his pool time adventures.

“Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,” you joked, making Sapnap wink at you. “Tacitus’ Annals,” you answered, making Sapnap nod at you.

He chewed on his lip, with a calm expression as he supported your lie. “I was telling your girlfriend how much I enjoyed his love of Nero,” he continued, you bit back a smile.

Karl ruffled his hair out in a towel. “Come on now,” he grumbled, calling the two of you on your bullshit.

Sapnap squinted as he looked up at him. “Karl supremacy. As always,” he answered with a touch of quiet sarcasm, making Karl roll his eyes playfully as he took to the other seat beside you.

Karl ran his fingers into his hair. “You wanna get matching tattoos together, Sapnap?” He quipped; Sapnap sending him a smug expression.

“Why? What were you thinking?” He asked, knowing he was walking into whatever Karl was setting up.

Karl pulled the leg of his swim trunks off his leg a bit, furrowing his brows. “I wanna get your mom’s name on the top of my thigh,” he teased, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes playfully.

Sapnap let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh my God, that’s so funny. I totally didn’t see that coming.”

Karl took a sip of your beer and you spoke up. “I think you’d look good with a tattoo, Sapnap. All jokes aside, you’ve got a great body,” you mused, sending him a wink. Sapnap bit back a smile looking at Karl, who you could already tell was glaring back at him. “Side note, I was meaning to ask you. There’s a guy that’s in Karl’s frat,” you paused, trying to remember what Karl had said Todd’s real name was when you were pinning his auction number on him.

Sapnap raised his eyebrows. “Oh, Mark?”

You pointed at him. “Yes, the fake Romney.”

Sapnap snorted. “He did that on campus too?” Karl nodded, a look of disappointment spreading across their faces.

“Speaking of Todd Mark, the king of the Brick” Karl kicked his feet beneath your chair before continuing, “I heard there’s a bonfire tonight,” he probed, making Sapnap slowly shake his head in disapproval.

You raised an eyebrow at the two. “What’s the Brick?”

Sapnap seemed to have already made up his mind on the situation. “A fucking cesspool,” Sapnap grumbled, sipping from his bottle as Karl tsked. Sapnap tilted his head. “You really wanna take her to the Brick? People get together and smoke crack over there. The fact that,” he paused to furrow his brows at you slightly, “Todd Mark? is the benefactor should say something,” he stated, lips curling into an uneasy expression.

You peered over your shoulder at Karl as if to ask if he were crazy. Karl swatted off your gesture. “They don’t smoke crack this time of year. All the locals are back visiting for break.”

Sapnap shook his head again in unease. You chewed your lip, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know… Sapnap, do you wanna have a movie night instead?” You joked, making Karl sigh behind you.

Sapnap mimicked your mock severity. “Yeah, a stay in and cuddle?”

“Of course,” you repeated.

Karl wheezed. “No, we’re going.”

Without missing a beat, Sapnap chimed back. “Maybe you can take my mom instead?” Karl’s expression flattened at his words and you nodded, high fiving Sapnap in mock victory.

Despite Sapnap’s hesitation, you all went to what they referred to as The Brick. In reality, it was a spot on the edge of a lake. They only called it the Brick because of Todd’s dad, a racecar driver who claimed the post back when he was in high school and later bought it. A large bonfire burned in the center of the space, various people around your age and a bit younger were either dancing to the music coming from one of the souped-up sports cars or shotgunning beers. You pushed away the thought of your stingy fire marshall back home who―more than once��had reported you and your family for “overactive cookouts.”

“Overactive,” meaning your dad and Clay were failing at not catching hotdogs on fire when the two would get lost in a chat about a mutual videogame when the families would cross the fence line in the summer.

As soon as you had stepped foot on the gravel, Karl was welcomed back like some kind of celebrity, so you stayed close to Sapnap. He would lean towards your height, pointing people out that Karl had mentioned in the past or those worth noting. You nodded along, soaking in what he had to tell you and laughing at his jokes.

A random guy strolled past the two of you, making Sapnap purse his lips. “Hey, Sapnap. How’s your mom?” One of the countless jokes thrown at him since you’d arrived.

He tilted his head with a mock look of questioning. “Didn’t your parents just get divorced, Jeff?” He deflected. Jeff’s face dropped slightly as he moved on. You always found yourself struggling not to laugh at how well Sapnap was at counteracting the jabs at his mom and Karl. Most of you felt guilty for how long he had dealt with it.

Karl watched you carefully as you sat down beside Sapnap on one of the vast benches; hands shoved in his pockets as the group around him caught up. You were glad to have someone around like Sapnap, despite the fact that you often went to parties. In the past, it was more of a bi-annual thing, but since being with Karl, you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with nameless people in a line doing shots every other Thursday.

You laughed as Sapnap joked about avoiding the drinks at the Brick because of the mites in the water and the STDs in the beer. “So, I never asked how you met Karl?” He queried, sticking his hands into the pocket of his Baja hoodie.

You smiled slightly. “Uh…” Shameless thoughts of you on your knees in a random building when you barely knew his name paced through your head like a quickfire of serotonin. “We had a lecture together and he liked my handwriting.” Sapnap smirked, chuckling slightly at your words.

Karl’s eyes were trained on the two of you, demeanor shifting each time one of you leaned towards the other to hear over the music or the two of you bumping each other’s arms to grab your attention. You knew he wasn’t jealous, but his look of curiosity was almost hilarious to you. Sapnap stuck by your side while Karl introduced you to his friends. He was basically your encyclopedia on the newer people as Karl would go off on a tangent with them.

The fact that Karl was so close to all of them and was so popular made your heart swell with pride. You were used to Karl’s deadpanned glares at most of his frat brothers and his snide comments, but now he was welcomed back like he was some kind of hero returning from the war.

After saying goodbye to Sapnap for the day, you threaded your fingers with Karl’s, enjoying the time where it was just the two of you. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, smoothing a kiss against your skin. “So… Sapnap’s mom…” you began, making him chew the inside of his cheek. “Where… did it happen?”

He looked down at you with a perked eyebrow before raising his sights forward, pulling you off the street where the two of you were walking. You followed him as the pair of you snuck through between the houses and across the backyards until the two of you were at Sapnap’s house again. Through the front windows, you could see him talking to his sibling in the kitchen.

Karl grabbed your hand, leading you along the side of the estate and toward the pool house. You wanted to groan at the thought before he pulled you through the door with him. “Are you serious?” You hissed, looking around at the dark place. Karl fought not to smirk as he peered out through one of the windows, watching the lights in Sapnap’s house turn out.

The moonlight streamed through one of the slender windows, illuminating his face and washing his features clean. Your gaze trailed along his arms; his tattoos peeking out from beneath his hoodie as he reached up to lock the door.

He turned back to face you, walking closer to you. “Did you have fun today?” He asked, plopping down on one of the couches and pulling you into his lap. He moved your arms to rest around his neck, pressing his lips to your skin. “I feel like I didn’t see you at all. Sapnap’s a bogart,” he muttered jokingly, settling his hands on your hips.

You scoffed before leaning toward him, pressing your lips against his. “Make it up to me,” you murmured, raking your fingers into his hair. “I think I selfishly need you to ruin me here; you know. Like a cleansing of you and Ms. Scarlet,” you chided.

He bit his lip, eyes pulsing with lust as he fought not to grin. You pressed your lips against his, turning to lay back on the couch and yank him on top of you. He chuckled into your kiss, as your hands moved to curl into his hair. His lust was a taste you could get drunk off if given the chance as his hands traveled the length of your body, moaning as you ground your hips against his, gripping into his clothes.

He leaned off of you momentarily to pull his shirt over his head as you slipped out of yours, you wrapped a leg around him, pushing him onto the couch instead and pinning him between your thighs as you straddled him, running your hands up his tattooed chest and connecting your lips again.

One of his large hands covered your breast as you began to grind your hips against his. His teeth grazed against your skin as he caressed your body while you moved against him, trying to create as much friction as you could against his jeans. He ran his fingers along the hem of your underwear, his lips curling into a smirk as he moved slightly to get a better look. "These are nice. Did you plan this?" He leered, snapping the elastic against your hip playfully. You rolled your eyes, pulling his chin towards you and pressing your lips against his. Every movement of his body seemed to lick at the fire deep within you.

You smirked breathlessly as his lips settled against your collarbones. “These are my church clothes. I had no other motive,” you jousted. His hand reached up to rest against your collarbone, his fingers lightly curling around your neck.

“Of course, how could I not realize,” he jabbed, pressing his lips and tongue against your neck. You moaned, tugging at his zipper before wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him into harder arousal. He groaned against your neck, bucking into your hand lightly. His head tilted back against the couch beneath you, cheeks flushed at the attention. His teeth nipped at your skin as you ground yourself against his thigh, basking in his noises of pleasure.

His cock pulsed in your hand, making him grab your wrist and pull you beneath him. He gripped one of your legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow as he pushed himself into you, connecting your lips to swallow your moans. The feeling of him inside of you sent a wave of pleasure through your body. His voice was low in your ear, murmuring your name as if it were a curse. You moaned as he took one of your hands, lacing your fingers together beside your head as he kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth.

His thrusts became more rhythmless, his hold on you driving him deeper as the pool house filled with the noises of your whimpering moans. Karl’s breath was warm on your neck as he took advantage of your submissive state. He moved his hand from around your leg, wrapping his fingers around your neck again. Your body shivered, waiting for the pressure of his hand as his hips rocked against yours.

He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing against your shoulder before his lips hovered beside your ear. “Beg for it,” he commented, voice strained as he thrusted into you.

You swallowed, fingers digging into his back. “Choke me,” you groaned, “please.” His hand tightened around your neck, breath hitching in your throat as his thrusts became rougher. He bit back a smug grin at the way you reacted to his antics, relishing in your body beginning for more.

He relaxed his hand, pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to inhale. Heat ran through your body as your leg curled around his waist, nails raking down his back.

You leaned away from his lips, voice coming out unevenly as you moaned his name. His movements became sloppier as you groaned in bliss, tugging the flesh of his bottom lip between your teeth. You tipped your head back slightly as you reached your climax, riding out your pleasure and sending him over the edge as he pulled you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips as he encouraged you to continue grinding against him. You exhaled deeply, pressing your lips against his neck and his cheek before kissing him breathlessly as your movements slowed.

You pulled on your shirt, Karl’s hands moving to rest on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Should we leave a note for Ms. Scarlet?” You joked, making him chuckle as his arms wrapped further around your waist, cheek pressing against your shoulder.

“Who?” He teased.

Tag List: (to be added, follow this link :))

@mrwinemaker @madsbbg @idiotinnit @westyywifee @kiritokunuwu @theholycakehole @itgetsatadhazy @himbobimboeater @karlkitten @pluto-dizzz @twist3dtinkerbell @more-like-reyna @teenage0jealousy @deepestofwaters @honk-izzie-was-taken @froggyy06 @ghoulandghost @instabull @glowstick-cafe @marshmallow-babe @drunkpumpkincake @anoaeunoia @little-gremlin-in-the-walls

#💳💥 anon #edgy!karl #edgy!karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs fanfic #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs smut #karl jacobs fanart #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagine #mcyt smut #mcyt karl jacobs x reader

432 notes · View notes

queenshelby · 3 years

Text

The Donor

31 Days of Kink: Day 25

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut, Breeding Kink, Fertility Issues Mentioned, Polygamy, Pregnancy

Words: 2,165

You and your husband Sam have been trying for a baby for about a year now without success. Going down the route of IVF wasn’t an option for you as you wished to conceive naturally. Following a few tests, it turned out that Sam was the one at fault and you were looking at options for donor sperm.

‘You know, I might be able to help. I already have a couple of healthy kids’ Sam’s brother Cillian suggested one night over a bottle of wine and you seriously considered Cillian’s offer.

***

A few months went by and you had been trying to conceive with Cillian’s sperm the conservative way with a little cup, a porn magazine and a syringe.

But your efforts were futile and you had to come up with a different idea.

‘I have been reading that the chances of conception are higher if you were to actually do the deed’ Sam then said one night after a glass of red wine.

‘You want me to sleep with your brother?’ you then asked somewhat surprised about his suggestion and he simply shrug his shoulders.

‘Just to fall pregnant, Y/N. If it means we can have a baby, then yes’ he sighed and you reluctantly agreed.

It is not that you had never fantasised about Cillian but, of course, you would never have acted on it.

***

It was a Sunday night and your most fertile day of the month. The doorbell rang at exactly 8 o’clock and, as usual, Cillian was punctual and on time.

‘So, we are really doing this?’ you asked somewhat nervously as he walked inside the house together with your husband Sam.

‘I guess so…if this is what you both want’ Cillian chuckled, feeling slightly weird about sleeping with his brother’s wife.

‘Yes, we do’ Sam said after you nodded at him nervously and you were quick to disappear into the bathroom to get yourself ready.

‘I suppose, I will be down here watching the footy while you do what you need to do’ Sam said as you finally emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but black panties and a black tanktop.

‘Alright man’ Cillian said and you couldn’t help but giggle.

But your giggle soon turned into a purr as you climbed on to the bed while you watched Cillian undress himself almost completely and somewhat reluctantly.

‘Come on then, let’s do this’ you said nervously as you gazed over Cillian’s body. His cock was already semi hard, straining against his briefs and ready for you.

‘My brother is one lucky man’ Cillian then said politely as climbed onto the bed and his eyes locked with yours. You scooched back, moving to lie against the headboard and he followed, leaving kisses on your thighs once he reached them, your soft flesh trembling slightly under that attention.

His fingers then hooked into your panties and another purr followed as your eyes were inviting and your trembling was growing restless.

He slid your panties down slowly, revealing your slick sex, the pink folds coated with plenty of your feminine dew. Your panties were discarded once past your ankles. Briefly ignoring that revealed sex, he let his fingers trail idly over your belly, up into your tank top. You squirmed, biting your lip as that trailing drew your tank top up, soon showing off your pert breasts, the swells crowned with stiff nipples. The tank top was also discarded, this time by you, tossed aside with no hesitation.

His cock twitched at the sight before him, your nubile figure laid out before him, your ripe curves available for ogling and more.

Your pussy drew his attention again.

He slid up in between your thighs, taking a firm hold of them, spreading them further. His eyes locked again with your, that shared gaze suffused with affection and lustfulness.

‘What are you doing?’ you then asked surprised as Cillian was leaning down to leave more kisses over your thighs.

‘Getting you ready’ he murmured in between kisses you were squirming evidencing your building neediness.

He laughed, shaking his head in bemusement, and then let his tongue swipe over your folds.

‘Oh good lord, what the hell Cillian’ you moaned in surprise, causing him to pause and look up at you.

‘I’ve done some research myself. The best chance of conception is achieved when a woman orgasms before and during insemination’ he advised and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his use of the word ‘insemination’.

But your chuckle soon turned into a loud moan when he descended back in between your legs.

Your moan made his cock twitch again. The flavour of your juices was a delight and his tongue was swiping a few more times through your slit, collecting a few more trickles of your juices. You arched your back, reaching down to twine fingers into his hair. More moans followed, his thirst immediately aroused, his tongue setting a steady pace in swiping and licking over those folds.

‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as his hands squeezed at your thighs, dimpling the flesh there.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying yourself like this with Cillian, but you couldn’t help it. His tongue was magic and your moans fell in droves, encouraging him to keep his tongue working, to lick and lap more over those folds. Your pleasure was obvious, little bucks and squirms at every movement his tongue made, those incessant moans, the sultry desire plastered across your face. You stroked over his hair, staring down at him, your head occasionally tilting back into the pillows.

‘Fuck yes, Cillian, lick it just like that...’ you groaned loudly and Cillian slid his tongue up to your clit. Your back arched sharply, and the praise became a cry.

After that little bit of attention, he returned to swiping his tongue over that slick slit, gathering up plenty of juices, savouring that subtle musk. One hand went from your thigh up to your breasts, adding more sensations to the mix.

‘Fuck yes’ you moaned again, knowing that all of this was wrong.

Cillian’s cock was hard and aching inside his shorts. Despite the instinct to free it and then sheathe it inside you, he carried on with his eager tonguing, enamored with your flavour and your reactions.

‘Ooh, I'm close, please don't stop, please!’ you moaned again and the thought of stopping to tease you flitted through his mind in order to draw this out, but he quickly decided to keep going, wanting to see, hear, and feel you come undone.

His tongue kept up that same pace, and soon enough, that desire was granted.

A series of strong shudders wracked your figure, one hand tugging at the bedsheets while the other stroked over his hair. The shudders were followed by squeals, your voice ringing out in the bedroom. He carried on licking and lapping, slurping up the copious juices streaming from your sex. His eyes stayed pinned to your face, drinking in the expressions there, the way your eyes clenched shut to ride out the storm of euphoria, the slight flutter as you opened them, the little 'o' of your parted lips, the flush across your cheeks.

As the ecstasy dwindled, he snuck up to your clit, and sucked, swirling his tongue atop it as well.

Your back arched, and your mouth fell open, letting out a strangled cry. Coming right on the heels of its predecessor, this next orgasm was vicious, a certain strain appearing on your face. He drew back, letting you return to normalcy from those intense heights of pleasure.

That strangled cry became breathless purrs. His eyes roamed along your body, noticing twitches pop up here and there. He drew back further to get a better view.

A smirk spread across your lips at the sight of him drinking in your figure while removing his briefs. The hand you had kept locked on the bedsheets now crept over your thigh towards your sex, lazily stroking over those slick folds, framing that pink slit, teasing him to take you.

‘Ready for the main event?’ he then chuckled and you nodded with excitement knowing again that you shouldn’t have been fantasying about this night over the past few weeks.

When Cillian’s cock then finally neared your entrance, firmly in his grip, you moved your fingers away from your folds, taking up another fistful of the sheets. Your eyes flickered down to fixate on his stiff shaft nudging up against those soaked petals, smearing a few trickles of wetness.

His shaft slid past your slit, driving steadily into your channel, that warm sheath eagerly welcoming him.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned with delight, your joyous shriek having died down in the face of the wondrous sensation that was your husband’s brother slipping all the way inside your clutching pussy.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking tight’ Cillian groaned as his hips slid back and eased forward. You glanced back up at him, blushing at how his eyes devoured the spectacle of your bodies coming together, an enthusiastic lust written across his face.

‘You feel so good’ he then moaned as he looked at you lustfully and the steady pace continued with no urgency in his movements.

Then, out of the blue, Cillian leaned forward and kissed you and, whilst you knew it was wrong, you let him and another moan followed, muffled by his mouth.

You squirmed, your back arching slightly, your breasts smushed against his chest, your legs moving to rub over his calves, not quite wrapping around them, only indulging in an instinctive need for more of that close contact.

Your bodies and mouths moved together calmly and you were running one of your hands over the side of his body, feeling his skin against your palm. A shiver ran over him, a groan spilling into your kiss, that simple touch affecting him as much as it did you.

You felt your pleasure rising steadily, helped along by that delight and the thrill that came with knowing your husband was downstairs and had allowed this to happen.

Then, the kiss broke as Cillian eased his mouth off yours and brought it over your neck. You cooed at the feeling of that warmth making its way along that stretch of flesh. Your hands clung to him, mindlessly hoping to keep him close, that hope unnecessary.

His cock picked up a bit of speed, pumping inside you, throbbing and twitching. Another coo fell from you as you shuddered, your body reacting to that throbbing and twitching, your channel clutching, your back arching, your legs looping over his calves, your toes curling.

That coo was answered by another groan, and then Cillian’s mouth reached your breasts and found a nipple. The sensitive bud was immediately trapped between his lips. Your body reacted again, bucking slightly, but he stayed comfortably atop you, sucking at your breast, his hands roaming along your figure.

The combination of sensations drew an orgasm closer. His mouth did not let up, moving over your breasts, switching from nipple to nipple, kissing along the luscious flesh between them. His cock pumped with that same rhythm, metronomic thrusts broken up by the occasional more vigorous effort. You luxuriated in the swirling stimulation as the orgasm neared.

It struck seconds later. You bucked harder, squealing loudly, shamelessly expressing your bliss and ignoring the fact that your husband was downstairs.

Whatever restraint had been guiding Cillian’s slower pace by that point crumbled once he felt your pussy spasming around him.

His hips pumped harder, driving into your channel with a decisive vigor, stirring up the abundant juices flowing freely. That added vigor sent you into yet another orgasm.

A ragged moan brushed over your breasts, and then he stilled inside you.

‘Fuck’ Cillian groaned as heated spurts of his cum followed seconds later. Your channel clutched around the flood, eagerly accepting the slick warmth and drawing it into your womb. His cock pulsed with each spurt, adding to the amount inside you which is when that second orgasm you experienced became a third as your pleasure surged higher along with his.

After you milked the last drop of his seed from him, you both finally came down from your highs and Cillian eased himself from inside you, letting his softened cock slip out, and then moved off you.

‘So, you think we did it?’ Cillian then chuckled before propping a pillow under your bottom which, apparently, was yet another thing he had read about and researched.

‘Well, if we didn’t, then we gotta try again, right?’ you asked, causing Cillian to laugh before putting his clothes back on and joining his brother downstairs to watch the rest of the footy.

***

Two weeks later, you finally saw those magical two lines on your pregnancy test for the first time.

Tag List:

@lilymurphy03 @deefigs @theflamecrystal @desperate-and-broken @weepingstudentfishhorse @livinginfantaxy @rosey1981 @atomicsoulcollecto @peakyboyslover @nerdy4itall @elenavampire21 @hanster1998 @mariapaiva13 @fairypitou @harry-is-my-sunflower @zozeebo @lauren-raines-x @kasaikawa @littlewierdalien @sad-huffle-nerd @theflamecrystal @peakymalfoyscullymulder @themissthang @0ghostwriter0 @stylescanbeatmyback @1-800-peakyblinders @datewithgianni @momoneymolife @ntmynouis @lilymurphy03 @mcntsee@cloudofdisney @missymurphy1985 @peakymalfoyscullymulder @otterly-fey @janelongxox @uchihacumdump @basiclassy @being-worthy @chaotic-bean-of-smolness @margoo0 @chocolatehalo @vhscillian @ysmmsy @littlewierdalien @crazymar15 @stickyknightflowerbailiff @im-constantly-fangirling @goldensunflowe-r @tellingyouastory @captivatedbycillianmurphy @namelesslosers @littlewhiterose @ttzamara @ttzamara

Cannot Tag (please check your settings):

@l0tsofpennies @trolleydolly @avonlady1985 @chrisevanshoeee @daydreamingnymph @fookingshelby

#cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine

249 notes · View notes

bambiswriting · 3 years

Text

Consequence of Krell - Part 1

Part: 1, 2

Captain Rex x Tactician!Reader (she/her)

Summary: You have joined the 501st and 212th in the campaign of taking Umbara, and now you have to apprehend and arrest the turned Jedi, Krell. But what happens when Krell turns his sights and hurts you?

Warnings: Descriptions of heavy injury, strangulation, choking, vomit, blood, burns, lightsaber wound, head injury, angst, hurt, death. Not a light one!

Word count: 2k

The shield dissipated to reveal the imprisoned clones. You watched as Jesse and Fives took the blasters outstretched in Rex’s hands while you stood on the elevator pad with Tup and Kix. The nervous energy was thrumming from each of them. You were of equal mind. Fives, your best friend, glanced over Rex’s shoulder at you. He nodded and attempted a comforting smile. You dipped your head in a sedated reply. Your stomach sat heavy, a weight ready to pull you under. But… no. You couldn’t focus on it. Not now. You had to do right by them. The grief was already at a mounted peak, but there would be time to sit in it with them later.

You didn’t comprehend the sensation of the pad rising until a blaster bumped against your left side. On your right, Rex’s eyes casted sideways to search your glazed ones. Your pupils were involuntarily flicking left to right, searching the empty space between identical heads for a solution. Anything other than this - an alternative to the loss that would continue once you reached the upper level of the command station. Rex grasped your two fingers closest to him and tenderly squeezed. You squeezed back. A silent promise of companionship to one another.

The doors opened, a cruelty from the Force, and clones immediately filed out, surrounding Krell. The objective was to cut off each inconceivable exit, but every man in the room knew it would make no difference should the Besalisk ignite his sabers. Many of them would not leave the tower. And perhaps you would go with them. You took your stance between Rex and Fives, with a desperate plea to the galaxy to allow you to maintain their safety. A hologram by the door pulsated back online, and the noise made you jump, setting the lump in your throat deeper. You aimed your blaster at the fallen Jedi.

Rex straightened. “General Krell, you’re being relieved of duty.”

He turned, slowly, and somehow that was equally as terrifying as staring him directly in those sickly yellow eyes. His two pairs of arms persisted in a fold behind his back, with optimal access to his weapons. The pressure in your head was building. Rex hadn't yet raised his DC-17s. He was the most vulnerable person in the room. You unknowingly squeezed down on your trigger.

"It's treason, then." Those words carried the condemnation of a death sentence. He bared his teeth in such a way that it would have appeared he was smiling.

Finally, Rex pinned his blasters on the target. "Surrender, General."

If the situation owed to it, perhaps you would have laughed. The mere use of a title, still, was abhorrent to you.

Krell initiated a stalk towards Rex, centering himself in the room and widening his stance by the parting of his feet. Please, no.

"You're committing mutiny, Captain."

"Explain your actions."

The clones moved deeper into the room, cutting off the window at which Krell was just policing the Umbaran landscape.

"My actions?"

"For ordering your troops against one another."

"Oh, that." He raised his head, proud, and gestured nonchalantly. "I'm surprised you were able to figure it out… for a clone."

Your clench around the trigger was building.

Out of your left eye, you had identified movement from Fives. You assumed it was a gesture of advancement. But you didn't turn to confirm this. You couldn't move. Your limbs were paralysed.

“Surrender, General. You’re outnumbered.”

You felt the air around you turn stagnant. A rushing noise built in your ears, and then your feet tipped forward, toes dragging along the floor. The gravity shifted underneath you, and you were pulled towards the beast at full speed.

Quicker than it began, you stopped, making contact with one of Krell's fists. Nothing you had endured in this war thus far compared to the instantaneous pressure around your windpipe. Within seconds your eyes felt close to bursting. You couldn't hear the commotion around you, as your blood was pulsing rapidly in your skull.

Safety mechanisms released in every which direction. Rex pinned his pistols, now gripped in a vice, on Krell's skull. "Drop her."

Krell turned to you, talking steadily along the shell of your ear. "Your feelings for him - all of them - are strong, but they weaken you. They compromise your resolve." He raised you off the ground, your legs squirming as you frantically clawed at his fist.

"She intended to shoot me, for you," he squeezed again, sight tunneling on Rex. A noise like a whine escaped your mouth. “Half-breed."

Rex couldn't make the call. Krell's movements were quick and precise. Any one of his blaster bolts timed with a purposeful shove could hit you. His blood was turning acidic.

"Yes… I sense the fear in you. The anger. The fury. Take your weapon. Strike me down."

Your helpless wheeze cut through the rest of Rex's resolve like glass. Your arms had slowed their fight to return the stolen air to your lungs. You were going limp. Your heart was trembling. His hands shook.

"This is the art of war. Executive decisions must be made."

You felt something in your neck crack.

Krell bowed his head. "And you lack the ability to instigate them."

His arms at his back frayed and thrusted forward, sending the men hurtling to the ground. Rex hit the door and his blasters fell with him, skidding out of reach. He leapt with speed to his feet, in time to see the green blade of a saber come down against your back, splitting your armour, through to your jacket and then along your back. If you could breathe, you would have screamed in agony. The image of your eyes wide in torture would haunt his nightmares forever. Krell threw you carelessly across the room, slamming against the wall. Your head suffered the brunt of the contact, and your body collapsed in a heap.

Fives' voice broke into bottomless rage. "I'll kill you!"

The clones needed no instruction. They opened fire. A second double ended saber entered the battle. What followed was a myriad of needless lives lost. Krell cut down men with no remorse. His sabers spun and pivoted, deflecting blaster fire and creating a shield around him. The plasma shuddered audibly, sound reminiscent of gunship engines, faulting, stuttering and eventually declining in an air battle. He leapt between men, massacring war heroes. Most were fortunate, decapitated or impaled immediately and granted an instantaneous passing. Others were left with pieces missing and didn’t have such a luxury of a fast death. They bled out until painfully slipping away. Orange and blue chipped armour was diced and thrown every which direction, 501st and 212th assuming a role of puppets, and Krell was the master. The Besalisk sliced one clone through the gut, and kicked him at Rex, who jumped aside in a dodge. Krell ceased momentarily, just as the remaining men dragged themselves back on their feet, and his eyes bore into Rex.

“I will not be undermined by creatures bred in some laboratory!” His exit was open. He turned and jumped through the window, glass shattering around him and falling to the ground below. He spun in the air and landed on both feet, the shards from the tower raining around him. Then the clones below began shooting.

He should have run straight to the elevator and pursued the fallen Jedi. But the stability of what would normally be his auto piloted instincts had fragmented. The smell of your burnt skin crippled Rex's mind. You were face down, and the wound across your back was glowing as it continued to melt the area in its circumference. Kix ran over then, seemingly directing his focus to you. Unbeknownst to Rex, the medic had already done a sweep, and concluded that no one else in the room who had been on the end of Krell's sabers had survived. He hadn't registered that Kix was speaking to him. Everything sounded muffled. "I've got her, go!"

"Rex, come on!" bellowed Fives.

He staggered on his feet, bile threatening to spew over his lips. Rex clasped a hand over his helmet, shaking his head violently. Damn it, snap out of it! He just… needs to see your face. He needs to see that you're alive.

"Rex!" followed Jesse, taking a large step forward and tagging him on the arm. Rex finally jolted, and cast his eyes to the elevator. The men stood, waiting expectantly for his lead, all of them far worse for wear. He picked up his fallen weapons, ran in and spun to face the door, casting another pained expression on your failing body as the level ascended out of view and he went below.

The 501st and 212th sprinted out of the command tower, Rex in lead. They followed the trail of broken glass, passing by a cluster of Umbaran ships. Just then, Dogma stepped out from behind one of the transports, blaster trained on his brothers. "Hold it right there!"

Rex whipped out his DC-17s. "Lower your weapon, Dogma," he commanded.

He hesitated briefly, shaking his head. "I… I can't do that, sir."

Rex's patience was already worn into the ground. "That's an order!"

“It’s my duty.” Dogma flicked his aim between them. "You're all traitors!"

Rex deposited one of his blasters into its holster, then removed his helmet, an attempt to show some relation and find a common ground. "I used to believe that being a good soldier meant doing everything they told you. That's how they engineered us,"

Tup lifted his blaster to Dogma.

"But we're not droids. We're not programmed. You have to learn to make your own decisions." He stared intently at Dogma, his brow pinched.

Dogma switched his barrel on Tup. "Dogma, don't do it."

"Damn it, we don't need this right now!" Fives threw his arm down and scowled. "He hurt (Y/N)!"

That broke something behind the tattoo across his eye. "Is… is she alright?"

"We don't know," Jesse said dejectedly, angrily stuffing his blaster into his other hand.

Tup shook his head. “He just… cut her down. A civilian.”

“He’s the traitor, not us! (Y/N)’s not a clone. She wasn’t made to die this way!”

“That’s enough.” Rex’s words weren’t meant to come out as pained as they did. It was like there was a thick wad of sandpaper in his throat, grinding his voice down to a pained shadow of his usual resonance.

The truth is, you were no longer a civilian. You made the choice to enlist in this war, to try and make the galaxy safer for the future generations. It’s one of the things that drew Rex to you - your selflessness and willingness to join a battlefront, to do the right thing, where others would turn and run the other direction. You were hands on like that, believing in doing it yourself, or not at all. Others would have called you mad.

As much as he admired that about you, it was also his downfall, because he knew you wouldn’t walk away. You wouldn’t leave his brothers. You loved them like family. Hell, they were your only family. And they loved you. Perhaps that would mean he would lose you to it all one day. Perhaps he had lost you already.

Rex squeezed his eyes shut and drew his brows tightly together. He sucked in a breath.

Dogma lowered his weapon, and he was tackled by troopers without any protest. He stretched his arms out in front of him and released his blaster. They pinned either arm behind his back and secured his wrists together with binders.

Rex hesitated. "Take him to the brig," he ordered, pulling his helmet back over his head, then pointing to a couple clones.

"You two, get up there and help Kix! The rest of you, don't let General Krell escape!"

"Yes, sir!" They shouted as Rex and the others ran into the treeline.

#captain rex x reader #captain rex #501st #arc trooper fives #Jesse #Medic kix #Tup #Dogma #Krell #General krell #The clone wars #Star wars #Captain rex x female reader #Self insert #Umbara #TCW fanfic #my writing

266 notes · View notes

babylooneytoonz · 3 years

Text

Curly Hair and Blue Eyes, Just like yours

Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem! Reader

Summary: You decide to tell Clark Kent about the daughter he never knew he had with you, and he only wishes he had found out about her in a better situation.

Warnings: Kidnapping , Violence, Angst

[My Masterlist]

"Baby, we gotta go, come on out now," You called from the kitchen, having stuffed Piper's lunchbox into her tiny little bag that you had now propped on your shoulder. Little feet raced down the staircase of your home and you smiled, when you saw the little blue eyed girl, her hair neatly settled into two pigtails on either sides of her head, poked her head in. You knelt down in front of her, helping her put her bag on.

"Mommy? I wanna have Uncle Jerry's apple pie— " You smiled as you stood back up, quickly kissing the top of her head, as you took her hand in yours, your fingers clasping against the five year old's tiny ones.

"Well, if you are a good girl at school today, mommy might think of baking you one instead for dessert," you smiled down at her as the two of you walked out of your tiny two bedroom apartment in a tiny, cramped street in Metropolis where you had lived for years. You buckled her into the passenger seat, laughing to yourself listening to her as she had decided that now was the time to speak to her doll.

Being a single mother, there was so much on your plate always. Your days started with leaving Piper at Kindergarten, heading straight to the grocery store where you worked after leaving her. Four hours later you drove back to her school, picked her up and brought her back to the store with you, where you fed her and let her play around at the back, until 4 pm when finally, you ended your shift and the two of you drove your way back home.

You straightened the crease on your shirt, leaning against the fence along with the other young mothers who were waiting to collect their wards from kindergarten, just like you were until the bell rang somewhere inside, and a flurry of kids arrived, like bees floundering in the air.

You knelt down, throwing your arms out at the sight of your daughter who pushed herself into you, and you kissed her on her nose, and she giggled.

"Mommy, guess who vi- vitit— " She stammered, trying to say the word but she couldn't.

"Visited?" You asked, smiling at her, and she nodded.

"Visi- ted today."

You pulled yourself up, taking her hand in yours as you began walking with her towards the car parking, glancing down at her every ten seconds or so.

"Superman!!" She excitedly screamed, clapping as you opened the car door for her. The smile that was earlier on your lips dropped at the mention of him, and instead, a hollow look now ghosted your eyes as you regarded her briefly, giving her a fake smile and nodded, buckling her into the passenger seat, "Hm, I see. Why was he there?"

The car ride back to the store was a quiet one from your end, where only Piper spoke telling you of how the Superman had visited the kindergarten today, spent time with the children, telling them how they all were strong enough to grow up and be Supermen and Superwomen themselves. There were times when you snorted, not win disbelief, quickly masking it with a fake laugh, listening to your daughter talk about him.

You hated him, atleast you thought you did. You realized, the more you listened to her describe, Clark Kent was just the same— just the way you remembered him to be six years ago, when you had last met him.

How were you supposed to tell the innocent little child what Superman used to be to you?

Six years back, he had left you, leaving you broken hearted, and had walked out of your life, without giving you a reason as to where had you gone wrong in your relationship with him. No matter how much you tried, pleading and begging him to reconsider, it appeared as though he had already made up his mind.

"[Y/N], this will hurt for a while, and then you will be okay, trust me."

How the hell were you supposed to trust him when he was the one responsible for the excruciatingly painful heartbreak that you had witnessed?

You watched him, followed the news, watching every single success that Superman attained, his face plastered to your television screen, his charming boyish smile tugging at your heartstrings but you still felt happy, knowing how he was saving the world. Although, ironically, he had done nothing to save your crumbling relationship.

You would have still forgiven him, had you not found out, just a month after he had left you, that you were pregnant.

At first, you thought that Clark deserved to know— after all, he had every right to be in his child's life, and you were no one to take that boon away from him, or your child. Sucking it up, you had forced yourself to go to the Daily Planet building, to talk to Clark, to tell him what you had found out.

You didn't. You couldn't. Because he looked happy with Lois Lane. So you left.

Your home smelt like a freshly baked apple pie, as you stood against the kitchen counter, the baked goodie laying in front of you just like you had promised your little girl. Outside, in the living room, you could hear the television on, as Piper watched her favourite cartoon, her chuckling audible to you, which made you smile. Your golden retriever, Berry, nudged her head against your leg, causing you to bend slightly so you could pet the top of her head before she scampered off to be with her best friend once more.

"Piper, baby. Berry wants to go out."

The little girl dashed into the kitchen upon hearing your words, her excited eyes glimmering with delight as she began looking up at you.

"Mommy, can I take her out?"

You thought for a minute, planning to refuse at first but then you gave up, because the two of you, your baby girl and your furry baby both looking at you with big, googly eyes that you couldn't resist.

"Fine but stay close to the front gate, and inside. There's a lot of traffic outside, love. Mommy's gonna be watching you from the window here, alright?" You gave her a smile, watching as the two of them walked off, the dog first, followed by the girl— smiling at how considerate the big dog was around her tiny form.

While you were readying the plates, setting the dinner table, you momentarily made sure to glance out of the window, from where you could see them both, running around, being the big goofballs the two of them were. What you failed to see, was a dark hooded man, standing by your fence, watching the girl carefully, observing.

A few minutes passed by, and you decided that it was time to go out and fetch the two back inside, when you heard Berry mediating between loud barks, and pained whines. Your eyes widened, as you ran out of the house, on bare foot, the pads of your feet grazing against the grass when you saw two men, throwing your daughter into the back of a car, Berry having tied ruthlessly by her neck to the tree, the hold so hard that she was almost suffocating. By the time you ran to the gate the car was already turning down the street, until it finally disappeared out of view and you fell to your knees, screaming, crying, your heart pounding inside your chest. Someone had taken your daughter.

Finally, after two minutes of screaming your heart out, you leapt to your feet freeing Berry from the leash that had her pinned to the tree, tears still streaming down your face as you ran inside, grabbing your phone and your car keys.

There was only one who could bring her back, and there was nothing stopping you from asking from his help, because only he could do it— find her from whichever corner of Metropolis they were hiding her and bring her back.

At some time between you driving recklessly through the streets of Metropolis to the time you finally reached the Daily Planet building once again, the sky started pouring, heavily. You parked your car in the parking lot opposite to the building and without caring, you stepped out into the rain, racing your way into the building.

"Clark Kent, please, it's urgent," you literally slammed your moist fists against the desk of the office receptionist, her eyes widening when she saw the condition you were in— your hair and your outfit drenched in the rain, sticking to you, your body trembling with cold.

"Uh, sure, but who do I say is asking for him?"

"[Y/N], and please, tell him it's urgent."

You began rubbing the side of your arms fervently, trying to keep yourself warm, as the receptionist pulled the receiver to her ears, and looked up at you briefly, "Mr. Kent, a Miss [Y/N] is here. She, uh, says it's urgent, and it does look like she is in a state of.. emergency."

The receptionist disconnected the phone, slowly placing the receiver back. She looked up at you, and informed you that Clark was on his way now to see you. You began biting the insides of your cheeks— a sudden nervousness killing you from the inside. How were you going to tell him? What if he refused to help you? Where was Piper? All kinds of depressive thoughts began to sneak into your head when his silhouette finally appeared, his eyes falling on you as he was walking towards you.

Clark Kent pushed his glasses nervously over the bridge of his nose, his heart racing. He wasn't sure, why after all those years you were here to see him, and that too, this urgently. He hoped you were okay. When he stepped out of his office, his eyes fell on you. His heart broke, yet again, on the sight of you— you were dripping from head to toe, your body shivering due to the cold. His pace increased, until he was literally running towards you, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Clark." You began, only to find yourself give in, to nerve wracking sobs as he pulled you into his embrace, letting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, as he soothingly rubbed your back, thousands of memories flooding back into both your minds.

"Listen to me, there's something you should know," you hicupped, still crying hysterically. Clark slowly walked you away from the crowd that had now gathered around you and him until the two of you were in an empty cabin. He lowered you in a leather chair and pulled one in front of you, letting his palms rest on your knees, "Whats wrong?"

"I didn't know who else to go to, I -- Clark," you swallowed the lump forming in your throat, you didn't know how to begin. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, or tried to, but the heaviness of your chest couldn't let you breathe, "Someone took my daughter, right from in front of my eyes. Two men, dressed in black, they came and they took her, stuffed her into their car, Clark, I don't know where to find her, what to do."

Clark's face fell— it was as though someone had cut off his oxygen supply— what else was he expecting? That you would wait for him all your life? He looked at you in a strangled way, his eyes narrowed at you, but he wasn't angry. He just looked hurt. The hands that were resting on your knees slowly pulled away and you winced at the loss of the contact, looking up at him through your teary eyes. He pressed his lips together and parted his lips, "Do you have any idea who could have —"

"No, I— Who could mean harm to an innocent little five year old, Clark? She can't even hurt a fly." You cried.

"Five.. five year old?" Clark croak, as if something was lodged inside his throat.

"Five years, and a few months to be exact.." you whispered, as your fingers gently pulled out your wallet, and inside was a picture of your beautiful little girl, her long black hair, just like Clark's curled atop her matted head. She was a true replica of him, having his luscious curls, big blue eyes and the kindest of the smiles. You slowly extended the wallet towards him, your hand trembling as your heart beat like a supersonic train. "That's— that's her, Piper ..Kent?"

Clark stepped abruptly from the chair, his fingers clasping your wallet. Weakly, he looked down at the photo, the realization sinking into him. The eyes that looked back at him from the photo were the same eyes, he didn't need proof to believe that she was his.

"Clark, I know you have questions but this isn't the time, please help me, they took her! I — I need Superman.. she needs Superman.." You pleaded him, with your eyes, looking at him.

The next minute, Clark had his hand on your shoulder, as he was walking you out of the cabin, his eyes not meeting yours.

"Get back home, incase they call for ransom or something. I will get her back."

What you didn't see when you were on your way out, was the way Clark broke down after you left. He lowered himself to his knees, watching you walk off until he had both his hands pulling at his own hair, his eyes glowing with the heat vision, his body suddenly on fire.

Two days passed, and with these two days, whatever sanity that was left within you, drained out, anxiety taking over completely. You went to the Daily Planet, looking for Clark, but he wasn't there— of course he was out looking for her. But it still didn't let you rest any easier.

By the time it was nightfall, you were pacing around in your living room, your kitchen a mess, dirty utensils from two days back still soiling the sink. Your hair were a mess as you had not bothered even running a hand through them, for you were completely shaken and distraught.

Just when you thought that your mind will probably burst with the amount of worry that was eating at you, the doorbell rang. You ran— it was like running a life marathon— as you unlocked the door, finding Superman standing at your doorstep, holding Piper in his arms, the little girl having her arm locked around Superman's neck, her face glimmering with excitement.

"Oh my fucking—" you cursed under your breath, sniffling in retaliation to the sight and n front of you as you threw out your arms towards her, "Piper, baby! You're okay! Jesus, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I should have been careful— "

"Mommy, do you know that Superman saved me from the bad men?" You gasped, almost wide eyed as Piper leapt into your arms, and you buried your face into your daughter's hair, nuzzling your nose against her face, holding her tight, as though if you didn't, she would slip away. What suprised you, and sort of, made you smile was her innocence — she was kidnapped and probably locked up somewhere and yet all she could think of or talk about was how Superman had saved her life. Your eyes flew to his, meeting his halfway, you could see how exhausted he looked, and a look passed between the two of you— a look of love that had been buried years back— the two of you didn't need words, and the two of you could feel how the other one felt — probably a mix of relief, anger and a lot of questions.

"Yes, he did—" You smiled, "Are you okay, Piper? Love, are you hurt?"

"She's— " Superman began speaking, and you looked at him once again, "She's fine. She isn't hurt, I made sure."

You bit your lip, your fingers toying with your daughter's curls. Finally, you stepped inside, leaving the door wide open, glancing at Superman with the corner of your eyes, "I know you want to to talk. Please, come in."

"Mommy? Is Superman staying with us tonight?"

"Piper, darling, would you go and check on Berry? She's not feeling well ever since you left—" You placed her on the floor, carefully eyeing her for any injuries, but much to your relief, there were none.

"Alright, mommy."

"You should have told me, [Y/N]. She's mine too!"

You gasped, almost inaudible, trying to suck in a mouthful of air as you fixed yourself by the window, looking out, almost cautiously, your mind still in a state of alert. When Clark saw this, he walked up to where you were, staring out of the window, and you saw his reflection behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he turned you around, "they won't come back, [Y/N]. I made sure of it."

"Who were they? What did they want?" You frowned, his hands still on your shoulders but you didn't seem to mind.

"They weren't anyone of importance, they did it for ransom, having randomly decided to kidnap her and ask you for money. How were they supposed to know they kidnapped my daughter? Like hell, I didn't know I had a daughter," he almost froze, letting his hands drop, his eyes now looking at you for answers.

You took a deep breath, running your hands through your hair, almost pulling at them in an attempt to straighten them a little, but Clark grabbed your arm, his grip on your wrist as he lowered it, showing you how his patience was wearing thin.

"You left me, Clark. Just because I was pregnant, it didn't mean I was selfish to use her as a means to get you back, or to burden you with her responsibility." You hissed, trying to pull on your wrists, but of course, how were you to match the Kryptonian's strength?

"I would have never left if I knew—"

"And this, Clark, is exactly why I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want you to decide to stay with me because.. of a baby," you had begun pacing in the living room now and Clark just stood by the window, his arms crossed against his chest, "You would have hated me one day." Suddenly, you stopped speaking and your eyes widened, your head sharply turning towards him and a thin frown appearing on his sublime features. The next minute, you were glaring at him, poking him in the chest with your index finger, "Before accusing me of hiding this from you, how would you justify you leaving me without giving me the reason? You didn't care about me, you didn't care about the fact that I cried myself to sleep for weeks, inwardly tortured for months. How very hypocritical of you, Mr. Kent."

He grabbed your hand, however his hold remained gentle on you. Very slowly, he twisted your arm behind you, stepping closer, in a way pinning you to the wall behind, looking down at you. He then scoffed— a dry, sarcastic scoff.

"I left you because I had no choice. Luthor took Lois—"

"Oh, great, Lois, and that's why you left me—"

"He took Lois because he thought Lois is the woman I'm with. You realize what this means? If he knew or find out it was you, he would have thrown you off that building. I couldn't have lived with that. I did it for you!"

Tears streamed down your face, his words finally sinking in. You parted your lips and all that came out was a gush of air. Clark placed his hand on your cheek, reluctantly, half expecting for you to push it away, but you didn't. His fingers felt hot against your skin, like embers as he cupped your face, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

"I came..one month after you left me .. to your office ..when I found out.. wanted to tell you," He nodded, blinking as he waited for you to continue. "I saw you with Lois. You looked happy, the two of you."

"Lois is just a friend, I never—" he frowned, his hand dropping from your cheek as he ran his fingers through his own hair, his exasperation evident, "It was always you."

"I can't believe this, Clark. I fucking cried myself to sleep thinking you hated me," you sniffled, falling back against your couch like a lifeless corpse, bringing both your palms to your face as you buried yourself to those, hiding yourself from his intense eyes, "That girl—" You looked up, your cheeks now stained with your tears, "she is more you than she is me. In every single way. I needed you Clark Kent."

"I'm sorry, I should never have —"

"Six years, Clark. You missed her birth, you missed watching her grow up, she was without you, and we were okay, you know? And now this happens and my life is a mess once again—"

He looked at you, dejected, his glances mediating between the floor to you and then back down to his hands. Finally, he cleared his throat, and you looked up at him, looking at the beaten Superman in front of you. He was everything but the strong superhero you knew in that split second. He was a broken man— just a man— in a spandex costume.

"If I could go back and change what I did, I'd do it in a blink of my eye."

You smiled, and replied, "It's easy to say. It wasn't your fault, though. It was perhaps, we were never meant to be."

His face fell, and he didn't try to hide it from you. You bit your lip, tasting the metal on your tastebuds as he slowly took a step away, his eyes moving from you to the stairs, perhaps hoping that he could see Piper before he left.

"If something ever happens, if you need me, I'll be there, [Y/N]. I couldn't be there when you needed me, but I'll be there from now until you don't need me anymore."

Would it ever happen when you won't need him any more? You never truly moved on, no matter how hard you tried. The void remained, in your heart, in your life and in your cold bed. Six years , and you couldn't make yourself fall in love with anyone, because no one was Clark Kent, they could never be him.

"Leaving us again, are you?" You wiped your tears with the back of your palm, and he looked at you, suprised as though he had heard you wrong.

You smiled and you looked down at your hands, they were trembling as you rubbed them fervently against the fabric of your thigh, and stood up, hesitantly at first, before a little confidence built up inside you when you saw the softness in his eyes as you walked towards him. This time you pinned him to the wall, and the taller man let you, without even trying to attempt to escape or show you just strong he was. He let himself be entrapped as you grabbed his chin, rather unceremoniously, yanking his head so he was looking down.

"Don't you want me to—" he stopped talking, finally realizing what you were trying to say to him.

"Six years, I watched you on TV, and that's just it. That was the nearest I had to feeling anything. Is this what true love is? You know someone isn't coming back yet you can't stop loving em?"

He smiled, but didn't reply. He just kept gazing into your eyes.

"Go on, go. The world needs you, Superman."

You smacked him on his chest, watching his eyes to shift to confusion once again. Awkwardly, he tilted his head to his side and shook his head, only his chin moving.

"And you? You don't?" He asked.

"No." You smiled smugly, watching his face fall, so you hurriedly added, "I need Clark Kent, not Superman. He is very broody, and I am scared of him. I would rather have my Clark back."

He gave you a toothy smile, and in that minute, he wasn't Superman anymore. He was your Clark Kent, only in a spandex costume. He wrapped you in your arms , pulling you to him, bringing down his lips to the side of your jaw, as he kissed your chin at first, and then moved on to your lips. Your lips met his, after a long time, and your insides exploded, your hands flying to the back of his head.

"Mommy!"

Clark cleared his throat, and you immediately pulled away wiping your lips and the two of you looked at each other, both your cheeks a slight crimson. You two felt like a child again, having been caught stealing cookies and Clark smiled, sitting down until he was squatting on his heels. He threw out his hand towards Piper and she ran up to him, settling herself on his thigh.

Clark looked up at you, and so did she, and you couldn't help but give them a warm smile back, because the sight was melting your heart. It was like a mini me, Clark and his little female version, looking right at you with that big blue eyes.

"What?" You asked Clark.

"Shall we tell her? Shall I tell her?"

"No, Superman." You changed your voice, grabbing him by his Cape as you pulled him up, "I don't want targets on her back. Why don't you just go on out, change into some human clothes and then we can tell her who her father is."

"But sweetheart, it's a little too late for that don't you think?" He pointed towards Piper, and your head shot towards her, you jaw almost dropping when you saw her eyes turn orange due to the heat vision, just for a bit before they turned blue again, and Superman slid his arm through your waist.

"It's okay, let them find out, Superman has a family. They still can't touch a hair on your head, not until I'm around. And I'm not..going anywhere."

"No, sweety," you gave him an apologetic smile, "that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried she's gonna go to school and boast around how her dad's Superman."

"Well, they are going to find out, one day or the other."

"You're right, Clark." You nodded, as the two of you watched her scamper off, chasing Berry, you leaning on to him.

A/N- Fuck, I realised I really got carried away with this one. I think this is the longest one shot I've ever written? I thought I'd break it into parts but oh well. I hope you guys liked it.

#clark kent x reader #superman x reader #superman #clark kent #kal-el x reader #clark kent x y/n #clark kent x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill

919 notes · View notes