#guys... kal threw up again..

[c2bindas]

Patna Summers Are Brutal. Don’t Let a Broken AC Make It Worse.

Last June, I visited my cousin in Patna. The moment I stepped out of the train, it felt like the city had wrapped me in a giant, scorching blanket. The air was thick, the roads shimmered with heat, and I swear, even my phone was sweating.

I reached my cousin’s place, exhausted, dreaming of one thing—his AC.

I walked in, threw myself on the couch, and he handed me the remote with a smirk. "Go ahead," he said.

I pressed the button. Nothing.

Laughed. Pressed it again. Still nothing.

His smirk widened. "Welcome to my life, bro. The AC died last night."

I sat up straight. "And you didn’t fix it?!"

He shrugged. "Been calling AC repair guys all morning. Half didn’t answer, some asked for crazy prices, and one said he’ll come ‘kal pakka’—which we both know means never."

That’s when I realized—finding a reliable AC repair service in Patna is tougher than surviving this heat.

When Your AC Breaks, So Does Your Patience.

We all know that helpless, sticky, miserable feeling when the AC suddenly stops working. The fan doesn’t cut it. Cold water only helps for a few minutes. You try lying still, hoping the heat will ignore you. It won’t.

And the worst part? Finding someone who’ll actually show up and fix the damn thing before you turn into a puddle of sweat.

Here’s What You Need:

✅ Someone Who Actually Picks Up the Phone – Because waiting for a callback in 40-degree heat isn’t fun. ✅ Quick Response – No “kal pakka” excuses. When your AC is dead, you need help now. ✅ Fair Pricing – Not someone who looks at your AC and starts calculating his next vacation budget. ✅ Knows What They’re Doing – No unnecessary part replacements, no vague “yeh thoda expensive padega” tactics. Just honest, skilled work.

A good AC repair service in Patna understands all this. The right technician will come, fix your AC fast, charge a fair price, and not disappear when you need a follow-up.

Don’t Wait Till Your AC Dies Screaming for Help

Most people don’t think about their AC until it stops working. But here’s the truth:

🚨 Regular servicing can save you from sudden breakdowns. 🚨 It improves cooling AND reduces electricity bills. 🚨 Fixing small issues now saves you from big, expensive repairs later.

So, before summer turns your home into a giant furnace, get your AC checked. A simple service today can save you from a lot of sweat (and regret) later.

[racoonkal]

messed up (d. kaminari x reader)

cw: CHEATING, 18+, edging, handjob, kinda exhibition-y?, and seriously cheating, like actual scum-of-the-earth cheating 

2.8k words 

nsfw // aged up characters // minors dni

The beach was messy. Very, very messy. And you were the monster that was coming back from it with tar on your shins and sand in almost every crevice

Kaminari pounded on the bathroom door in annoyance. You had been in there for 30 minutes and he was starting to get impatient.

“Hurry uuhhhhhp,” he whined. “You’ve been in there for five-ever.” Kaminari leaned his back on the door, making the lock shudder and door thump.

“I told you I was gonna take a while, Kam.” You responded halfheartedly, while massaging the shampoo into your scalp. The water hitting the floor felt quiet for a moment.

“I didn’t think you’d take this long.” He continued complaining through the bathroom door. “Oh, and just letting you know, Ser and Kyoka got SO bored waiting, they went to grab food from downstairs lobby.” Your fingers stoped moving. You thought you’d heard the room door open and close earlier.

“I mean if you’re that desperate to shower, we could always share.” You wondered if he could hear the excitement in your voice, but after a few seconds of silence on his end you wondered if he heard you at all. “Denki? Door’s unlocked, and Hanta and Jirou are downstairs, probably getting high or something if they’ve been gone for this long, and knowing them they-” but your long list of reasons was cut off by the shower curtain being pulled back by a hand you knew a little too well.

Kaminari exhaled deeply while he took in your figure. It wasn’t often he saw this, at least from you, he desperately wanted to remember every inch but you were quick to grab his wrist and edge his body in further. He fumbled forward but eventually found his balance in the shower. Now the experience became completely immersive. Your lips were pursed in a crooked grin before you handed Kaminari a soapy loofah and turned around. “I was wondering if you could scrub my back. There’s a spot I can never reach.” The words slipped off your tongue so easily and so carelessly. It’s like you had rehearsed this. Kaminari was certain his cheeks were glowing scarlet at this point. Your hand scooped your hair and brought it over your shoulder to give him full access to your spine and others. You swear you heard him gulp.

Sure, you two had been somewhat intimate, but this was intimate. The kind that you had never shared before, the kind you thought you weren’t supposed to share.

The loofah scrubbed at your skin with Kaminari’s fingers seasoning the feeling. This was only the second time you’d ever felt such a focused presence like this emit from him. (The first time was when you watched him try to tune his guitar by ear.) Your awareness kicked back in once you realized the motion of his hand had slowed to a stop and pulled away. 

Turning over your shoulder to give him a shit-eating smile he would deny that he loved, you certainly didn’t expect to be practically nose-to-nose with him and his water-freckled face. Your eyes shot open and he peered into you, now taking in the proximity of your bodies. You were both compromised, and that was all it took. His pupils blew up like fireworks at the sight of you this close and you could tell in his shifts in positions that he was itching for something. Maybe it was a touch or a sign–you weren’t completely sure–but you placed your hand over his. You guided his right hand to the spot just above your hip that you knew he was used to resting in. Your eyes never left his, and his hands eventually realized their true spot on your love handles, holding to your sides, saying “I’ve got you,” in the only way he could say at that moment. 

It wasn’t long before the rest of him melted into you. As quickly as you inhaled from the contact, Kaminari exhaled hotly into the junction between your neck shoulder before leaving a tender kiss on the protruding muscle cause by your turned head. You couldn’t help but giddily smile and bite your lip to yourself, hoping he couldn’t see your excitement. He continued leaving kisses along you neck and collarbone until you turned to face him, forcing Kaminari to pull back, but his hands still clung to your sides. You could tell he was drunk on you and couldn’t help but hold your grin. Kaminari chuckled and crouched over so his forehead tapped yours.

Your fingers traced his lips that dared to press into yours. “Today was perfect,” you let out.

“What is it, baby?” he asked, a smile pulling on his lips. Your giddiness was starting to infect him.

“Just thinking about how perfect today was for us, like specifically us.”

“For us?”

“Yup. For you and me,” you unnecessarily clarified. His hands ran up your sides while he eyed your body under his touch. You grabbed his face, though, and forced his eyes to you. “Us, okay?”

And in the most sincerest way possible, he smiled at you, content with the pronoun used to describe you two. The shower felt impossibly warmer as the steam was starting to come into play, fogging up any actions that followed. Of course you’d blame them on the steam and he’d blame it on those damn eyes that were impossible to say no to. You were both painfully in denial and dancing with devils. 

It wasn’t long before he had your back pressed into the damp tile walls, his lips ravaging yours. Your hands grasped on his blond locks like you would fall without his soft hair between your fingers. It’s not like he was any better though, his fingers pressing into your love handles, holding for dear life. You were both so scared the other would slip between your fingers if you didn’t hold on tight enough. You were both blind to see how dependent you were on each other. Being friends for so long does that to people.

The primal kissing eventually slowed down, allowing oxygen to reach your brain. Your slowly trailed one hand down from Kaminari’s hair, exploring his shoulder to his forearm before finding his half-erect dick. You fingers delicately glided up the underside of his shaft (this was your way of letting Kaminari know he was about to have the best handjob of his life), before you started pumping up and down, your thumb occasionally swiping over his tip. 

You knew exactly what Kaminari was feeling at the moment it happened. The way his shoulders would flinch whenever he repressed a god-awful, bottom-like moan to avoid your teasing. The way his lips became tender and sensual on yours as he tried to exhibit some form of self-control. The soft groans and pursing eyebrows you never missed from him. Kaminari came up for air. You knew he was close by the way he hid in face in the junction of your neck and shoulder and the sweet little chokes and moans he couldn’t keep bottled up anymore.

Your hand worked faster, up and down, bringing Kaminari to his high that was so close, so so close. He was ready to beg for it when he felt your hand abruptly pull away, but the reason for it became known.

“Babe? Are you still in there?” Sero volumed into the door.

Shit.

It should have come to no surprise that your boyfriend had been gone for long enough to expect his arrival at any given moment, but in your dreamy state with Kaminari, it seemed that both of you had lost track of time. You both had become unaware of the the unnerving beep of a hotel key sensor that would have yanked anyone back to the ground zero of reality.

Kaminari’s eyes widened at his voice. That pit of guilt he always tried to ignore built in his stomach. You should’ve been more cautious. You should have recognized the lazy steps of Sero Hanta come in. 

“Babe?” He repeated. Kaminari pitifully tried to pull away, but you were quick to make your palm and grip the only thing he should care about again. 

“U-uh, ya. ‘M not done yet, though,” you responded over the water’s rhythm. Sero shrugged it off, mumbling something about how you’re weird for taking such long showers.

Your hand was starting to find it’s pace again, stroking Kaminari up and down and up and down. You bit your lip, trying to desperately forget the world outside.

“What are you...-fUck!” Kaminari gasped, trying to think rationally about the situation you were putting him in. 

“You really thought I was gonna let you off that easy?” You words would smirk if they could. “Just keep quiet. Everything’s gonna be fine,” you whisper into his ear. Despite the steaming water, he shivers from a multitude of things. Your voice, your touch, the absolutely horrifying fact that your boyfriend was waiting for you just outside this bathroom door and yet you were so adamant on helping Kaminari get off with your hand. You were practically a monster.

He absolutely loved it.

It was that extra squeeze you added just for him that sent him into a pleasure-filled spiral. His hips pitifully fucked into your grip a few times and his hands squeezed you with such a raw grasp, it took everything in you to not tease him about it. His whimpers and moans vibrated to your collarbone and eventually, his small thrusts came to a stop and it seemed that he remembered how to breath again. It was shaky, but breathing nonetheless. A soft and stuttered fuck instinctively rolled from his lips before he lazily lifted his head from your shoulder. Kaminari’s hair was now shaggy and damp, casting over his ore eyes. He looked down and noticed the cummy mess all over your hand and stomach. He could only smirk before meeting your confident eyes. 

“Y’know, I would offer to clean it all up for you, but uh, your boyfriend has us on a bit of a time crunch so you’ll just have to settle for the hand,” Kaminari snarked before grabbing your wrist and bringing your white-covered hand to his face. He tried his best to keep eye contact with you while lapping all his cum from your fingers and between. You were amazed at how he was somehow cocky as ever, though he was probably just annoyed that despite any common sense, you “forced” him to pathetically cum all over you. 

You had almost gotten lost watching him clean himself from your palms, but his soft and swollen lips finding yours again crashed a wave of reality into you again. Your melted into this one, tasting the lingering saltiness of his seed until the taste vanished and all that was left was him. Well, almost all that was left. You sighed when he pulled away, your head now averted in shame.

You needed and escape plan and fast.

It took a minute of contemplation, but eventually your were slipping out the bathroom, the water now turned off and steam seeping out door by your sides as is you were an angel, at least, that’s how Sero saw it when he noticed you finally coming out of your cave.

His head had perked up from his mindless scrolling to notice you. His view followed you all the way to your bag of clothes. You rummaged in it for a bit before turning around and meeting Sero’s gaze. You smirked at him. “What?” You knew exactly what you were doing.

“Nothing, you just...” Sero’s hue changed a bit while he tried to find words. Like a fox, you approached the prey that was you boyfriend.

“ ’I just...’ what?” You mocked him and you swear his cheeks turned every color of the rainbow just from the sound of your voice. Sero gulped as he resisted the urge to look you up and down like you were his last meal. You bit your lip before straddling yourself on top of him. This was too easy.

You licked your lips while your hands glided down from his stomach to the rim of his pants. So much tension and no semblance of a conversation. It was like you could read each others minds. Your fingers started tugging his pants down while he watched in anticipation. Neither of you had even noticed Kaminari slip out the bathroom and to the entrance door.

Then the heavy protective door fell shut. The click of the latch caused Sero to whip his head to the entrance of the room to see Kaminari fully clothed, accompanied by damp hair and a towel over his neck.

“S-shit,” Sero cussed. He shoved your hands away from his shaft and adjusted his pants. This was the moment you realized Kaminari's secret talent of acting. There was not a single care on his face until he saw the two of you. His hand’s gripped the towel that was around his shoulders while he shot the both of you a confused and then almost disgusted look upon realization. 

“Were you guys about to- on MY bed!?” His tone perfectly reflected that sort of morbid disgust one would feel when catching their best friends trying to fuck. You weren’t sure how he pulled it off.

Sero sat up and cleared his throat before you slid off him and went back to your bag, looking for clothes. 

“Were were you,” Sero managed to choke out, trying to relieve the awkward aroma he was imagining, though he did find it a bit unsettling how okay you seemed with Kaminari seeing you with nothing but a thing hotel towel to keep you decent.

“Got bored of waiting,” Kaminari shrugged before pulling his towel off his shoulders and setting it on a table. “I ended up just showering in Bakugo’s room since the dude takes showers like a bullet. I think he might actually qualify to be in the Guinness Book of World Records or something, it’s actually insane.” Sero just smiled at the useless knowledge Kaminari had bestowed on him, knowing how much he could ramble on about anything and nothing.

Like it was a character cue, that stupid, sullen, keycard click for the hotel door clicked and in came a new opponent.

As quickly as Jirou came in, you had retreated back into the bathroom where you changed into some clothes. You may have also sought sanctuary in there to avoid Jirou’s habit, since you knew the first thing she would do after entering the room was plant a soft kiss on Kaminari’s cheek. It was only logical that she show affection to her partner. They would have it no other way, of course. It was a habit between them that you knew too well, perhaps it was even a habit that had driven you to even consider dating Sero.

It was only about a minute before you came out of the bathroom this time, though Jirou’s perfect face was the first one you saw upon exiting, most likely because she was aching to finally shower and rid herself of the tides messy short-comings. You flashed her a friendly smile before saying “it’s all yours” and walking past her to get to Sero who was still laying on the bed. You tapped his lovelessly knee to grab his attention. 

“We’re going for dinner soon so you should probably shower in Bakugo and Kiri’s room,” you suggested. He could feel the shallowness in your suggestion, but obeyed regardless since he knew Ashido would have his head if he was late to her dinner reservation. Sero ruffled the top of your head before grabbing his change off clothes and dragging his feet to their friends’ room.

Finally, the click of that latch felt appealing. You exalted and flopped onto the mattress. The screaming of the distantly running shower drowned out your mind. “Okay,” Kaminari shoved your body over a bit. “Scoot over. You’re not the only shitty human being here.” He plopped down next to you, exhaustion consuming his entire being. You were curious how no one had noticed his flushed post-sex glow. “Hm?” He could tell something was on your mind when your staring didn’t falter.

You sighed and said the most painful thing you could’ve. It was now that your staring would falter, now taking interest in the ceiling.

“I think love you.”

Kaminari blew air. It was a lot to say and a lot to hear, but it only took him a moment to process.

“I... think I love you too,” he cringed a bit. You could tell. Not because there was anything wrong with loving you, but because he really shouldn’t love you.

You thought you were gonna vomit. You were both sick.

“This is so fucked.”

Bathing yourself was pointless. You were still dirty after showering. That tar was forever stuck to your legs. 

The beach was messy.

[playedcrowd5610]

Resurrected? -Chapter 3

The team is on a routine mission when Phantom gets blasted by one of the goons wielding experimental tech. Unable to keep his ghost form intact he transforms back into his human form. Causing the rest of his teammates to think the beam had somehow brought him back to life!

The team starts to try to protect Danny and make sure he doesn't die again, always checking around every corner for a possible threat. How long will he last?

Wattpad: Here.      FF: Here.      Ao3:  Here.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Chapter 3

"You guys can't keep me here forever you know," Danny grumbled, it had only been an hour and he was already getting sick of it. "I'm going to die eventually."

Wally zipped over to him putting his arm around Danny's shoulder, he was now out of costume and in his civilian clothes. "Not if we can help it, Casper." He commented. "...Wait can I still call you that? Now that you're alive and all." He put his hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"I won't be for long if you guys keep babying me!" Danny yelled, now plopping down on the pink couch in the common room, the springs bouncing a little bit under his weight.

Megan floated over to him. "Come on Phantom, it's not that bad."

"Riiiiiiight. So I didn't see Conner putting bubble wrap on the doorframes earlier." Danny raised an eyebrow crossing his arms. Megan cringed slightly. "And where are all of the kitchen knives?" He sat up looking into the kitchen that was a few feet away from the couch he was sitting on.

Robin walked into the room still wearing his costume. "I hid them from you." He leaned up against the wall, no emotion in his voice.

Danny threw himself back against the couch with his head in his hands, dragging them down his face. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Artemis walked in and stood beside Robin. "Were just doing this to keep you safe."

"I'm not a toddler! It's like you guys think I'm going to sneeze and die of a heart attack or something?"

Megan's eyes widened. "That can happen!?"

"Ancients." Danny groaned into his hands again. "Clockwork help me." He muttered.

Conner walked into the room after probably Phantom proofing the rest of the base. "Is he still standing?" He asked.

"Not unless you guys feed me. I mean what am I going to do in here?"

Wally shot up from the other couch he had been sitting on. "I completely forgot! You must be starving after not eating for years! Oh, my gosh we're starving you. When was the last time you ate something?"

Danny put his forehead in his hand rubbing his temples trying to think back. "About a week ago… maybe?" He said unsure. "Just because I was dead didn't mean I couldn't eat. I just didn't need to."

"But you do now, I mean now that you have all of your fleshy parts again," Artemis commented.

Danny cringed "Please don't ever call them my 'fleshy parts' again."

Artemis reached into her pack that had her supplies in it, she still hadn't changed back from the mission. "Here, I have a bag of trail mix." She tossed it to him.

Danny caught it with ease. "Thanks" He puts a couple into his mouth and looks to the side thoughtfully. "Hmm, I wonder if I'm still allergic." He put his hand on his chin.

"WHAT!?" Everyone in the room cried in unison.

"Okay, okay! Calm down. I was just kidding." Danny chuckled and held his hands up in a surrendering motion. "You guys are too easy."

"Phantom, you're going to give us a heart attack!" Wally scolded, wagging his figure like he was a mother scolding a kid.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Honestly if you guys would just let me die we wouldn't be having these problems."

"Were not going to let you die, whether you want to or not" Robin said.

"Yeah, you guys have made that very clear." Phantom crossed his arms again. "Where is Kal when you need him? Surely he can be the voice of reason here."

"He's in the other room," Conner responded, pointing with his eyes at the doorframe he came in through.

Danny stood up from the chair and started walking out of the kitchen. Only for Wally to speed in front of him. "Oh come on!" Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, you know what. How about I prove to you guys that I can take care of myself. We will spar, fight, whatever." Danny waved his hand around. "Then you will see I don't need to be babied."

"And if we win, you will stay here and not kill yourself?" Robin asked.

Danny rolled his eyes. "…fine. I'll stay, but no promises on the other thing."

XXX

Notes

OH. MY. GOSH! You guys are so amazing! So many comments! I didn't know this story would do so well, and I am so happy about it! I have done dozens of DP crossovers (most posted on ao3) but this is definitely one of my most famous. I am so happy to be continuing it. I love to see what you guys think and you're ideas. And if any of you have any suggestions for future chapters I would love to see them! THANK YOU ALL! <3 <3 <3

Also here is a meme I made about this story if you want to check it out. XD

[the-snitch-anon-system]

Okay so this is the intro post to our Aurora cycle alters/headmates.

Auri

The girl out of time, Aurora O’mally was born to a Chinese father and Korean mother. She had short black hair with a white streak threw it as well as one completely white eye

She was stranded in a ship, unconscious and in a coma, when she got rescued by Tyler Jones. She was then taken to Aurora academy

Auri then spent the rest of her days with Squad 312 trying to save the universe (and her romance life)

She’s with Kal who you find out about soon enough

Jericho Jones

Father of Tyler and Scarlet

He was killed in battle by Caercan who was originally his best friend

Now he’s a total himbo who plays guitar all day and cooks for everyone

Squad 312

Tyler Jones

The captain and resident golden boy

He rescued Auri from her ship which caused him lots of problems

He’s the twin brother of Scarlet and their father (Jericho Jones) died during the war with Syldra (an alien planet which if you’re interested in finding more about you can ask and we will happily explain)

His first love (Cat) died and was turned into a plant zombie thing, he then had to kill her with a gift from his new girlfriend (Saedii)

Scarlet Jones

The older (much hotter twin) of Tyler. She’s the diplomat of the team and is more beauty then brains

This fem fatal is a massive bimbo who has a track record of dating anyone who breaths and consents

She’s pretty, a bit nuts and not someone you want to get on the bad side of

Cathrine Brannok (Cat)

The pilot and Tyler’s first love

They knew eachother from very young and ever since then have stuck together. They even got tattoos together (and shagged after)

After her death she showed up here and now works as a tattoo artist and is still Scarlet and Tyler’s bestie

Finnian De Caron De Siel (Fin)

Sarcastic alien boy who thinks he’s all that and a pack of chips

Fin is from Trask and is Betraskan (which we can go into more detail with if u ask) and is the gearhead of the team. That basically means if somethings broken he will try fix it

Fin caught the lisergier plague when he was a child, leaving his nerves damaged permanently, so he has to wear an exosuit in order for him to walk and move. He also has to sleep in zero gravity if not he can get even more damage

He had a small fling with Scarlet a long time ago

Zila Madron

Oh she’s traumatised

She’s the brain of the team (literally that’s her job) so if ur hurt u come to her

She short and again very traumatised. So due to her trauma she doesn’t process emotions that well and doesn’t know how to feel them, so she acts very robotic

However she has started opening up and has started feeling some mild emotions. So if she does feel something and posts about it she will probably say ‘I am not feeling nothing’

She’s also a lesbian

Kaliis Idraban Gilwrathe

He’s the tank (commits acts of violence) of the squad. He’s Syldrathi (from Syldra) and he is very mysterious

He ran away when his planet got blew up and has lived at the Aurora academy ever since

He only ever spoke about his mother (you find out why soon) and he is dating Auri

Well I say dating he feels this thing called the pull (which you can easily ask about he will be more than happy to answer)

Kals family

Caercan

Known as the starslayer, Caercan is Kals dad

He started the war with humans, killed Tyler and Scarlets dad, was a horrible father, a terrible husband and made his daughter kill her mother

Oh and he blew up his planet

He just wasn’t a nice guy back then

However he’s better now. He’s medicated, in therapy and rebuilding his relationship with his children and wife (and strangely it’s working)

Saedii

Kals older sister

She works for her father and was tasked with hunting down Kal and his friends. She would of killed them all if she didn’t feel the pull to one of them (Tyler)

After some time she and Tyler got kidnapped, this is when she told him and they had some steamy moments

She’s 4 years older then Kal, stronger than him, faster than him and probably cooler than him

Oh and she’s a total girlboss

Laeleth

Kals mother

Everyone loves her

Like everyone

She’s amazing she’s perfect she’s adopting everyone. You need a mother u come to her

She tried to run away with Kal, however she was taken by her husband and killed by her daughter

But because she’s nice and forgiving she doesn’t mind

Hope this helps you understand them all a bit more❤️ - Apollo the host

[nevertheless-moving]

thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, i’m very eager to hear your og version on the ‘but obi-wan, tho!’, because i admittedly pushed this one’s resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.

continuation from here

note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa. 

newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.

He’s been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesn’t really change anything).

He lives an hour’s drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.

It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that it’s what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didn’t end well but no-one knows the details.

Has several cats. 

He’s- wistful but settled. He’s been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.

Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. He’s worked a lot of jobs. 

He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for ‘how did i get here’ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.

Then he really learns physics- and- light doesn’t exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.

Get’s another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesn’t claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesn’t want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, who’s alien differences are far more of the ‘military experiment interesting’ variety then his.

He stops tinkering with Clark’s ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, he’s never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know. 

Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- he’s meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death he’ll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?

Ok, he’s not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and he’s doing good here, even if it’s not galaxy altering.

Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He can’t do anything with it, but it’s there. There’s also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys. 

He’s not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ‘real’ ‘magic’ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.

It’s still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered. 

“There is some sort of power locked within, but it’s unfamiliar to me,” she admits finally. “I could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.” Anakin politely refuses. 

Later, after the justice league’s formation, Clark mentions to J’onn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. J’onn is extremely doubtful when he’s brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches he’s done to an impressed J’onn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, he’s absently informed that,

“I used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.”

“I’m unfamiliar with this world.”

“Tell you what, if you ever meet anyone who’s heard it of it, send them my way, and I’ll make your next repair free.”

“Oh! I’m afraid I don’t have any earth money...”

“Ugh, of course you don’t. it’s cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyone’s entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you can’t pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here I’ll get you a pamphlet-”

So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. J’onn J’onzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalker’s friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakin’s Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.

(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up it’s basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he can’t release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)

Kal-El doesn’t stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if they’ve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonian’s powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasn’t like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.

In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscant’s cityscape, Tatooine’s binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.

Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesn’t mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.

“How did you even meet that guy?” Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country. 

“Aliens among us support group,” Kal-El responds deadpan. 

“Oh. Wait, what? He’s an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! You’re messing with me. No way that’s a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?”

“Sorry, most of them aren’t out and I don’t want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met J’onn?”

“SUPES I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOU’VE GOTTA STOP”

Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as ‘that one midwestern zen space mechanic’ and no one really questions it because everyone’s life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and it’s as good an explanation as any for Anakin’s general vibe.

well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakin’s general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.

But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,

“Shouldn’t you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?”

“I have, over the years,” Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. “But no one’s familiar with the exact one I’m looking for, and I thought since you’re a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...”

“You’re an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,” Bruce shoots back flatly. “I’ve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has ‘personal project’ all over it.”

“Come on, B, please,” Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. “In a few months it will have been 30 years! He’s my brother! Just let me see the research you’ve already done!”

“Who says I’ve already done research on your brother?”

Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.

“I’ll need need to talk with him first,” Bruce finally concedes. “Bring him by the cave. Take the-”

“Take the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,” Clark agrees with a grin. “This doesn’t mean he’s authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. I’ll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.”

Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakin’s file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone who’s not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.

That doesn’t mean he’s not convinced that Anakin’s brother is a bit insane. Again, he’s not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!

Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kent’s ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles he’s pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.

Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kent’s and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesn’t mean they were actually reachable. 

Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jedi’ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didn’t see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a ‘If you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earth�� pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.

Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.

[buckysgoldenheart]

How to Piss Him Off

Jealous Henry x Reader

Summary: Henry makes you go to a party you never wanted to, and it makes you feel like crap, so you make some choices that has Henry getting upset fast.

Words: 3495

Warnings: Cursing, basic quick smut, jealousy, general sassiness.

Notes: I messed with this story so much I now hate it, so I don’t even know if anyone will actually like it but let me know if you do. It’d probably make me feel better about how much I fiddled with it and how long it took :’D

Needs serious editing at some point.

You hated parties. Why would you go to a party when you could be home reading or playing video games while gorging yourself on junk food? That would be so much better than being surrounded by a forty or fifty intoxicated and horny people.

You were dragged kicking and screaming like an eight-year old, just to be forced to watch some drunk woman in a slutty dress rub herself all up against your friend. It made you all the more thankful for the amount of alcohol the party—whoever’s it was—provided, because while Henry didn’t exactly look comfortable with the situation he was in, he certainly wasn’t shoving that girl off of him. So, you would drink until the spectacle in front of you turned so blurry you couldn’t tell who was grinding on who.

When Henry’s hand eventually found her waist, you unglued your eyes and turned to refresh your drink. A guy in front of you chuckled as you filled the plastic red cup to the brim, took a sip, then poured more to replace the amount lost. You looked up at him sheepishly, but all he did was beam back at you, his bright, green eyes shining and white teeth showing. It did something to you; twisted your stomach, sent shocks to your core, made your breath hitch. He was so hot, it almost made you push Henry to the back of your mind.

You smiled a little more confidently. “Sorry, is this your party? I’m not trying to drink all of your alcohol.”

He laughed, took a long drink of his beer and shook his head. “Not my party. Drink up.”

“Whose is it?”

“Oh, I have no idea. Just here to take what is freely given.” He gestured to the snacks and drinks surrounding him. You chuckled and he asked your name.

“Y/N,” You said, then for some reason, blushed.

He stuck his hand out in your direction and you took it. “I’m Aaron.” When you tried to pull your hand away, he held on tighter. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter? It’s hard to talk here.”

You considered for a moment. He was right, the music and over-packed room did make it difficult to have a decent conversation, but something inside of you didn’t want to leave Henry with a woman that clearly wanted to fuck him. Though, what did it matter. It was not as if staring at him from a distance would keep him from getting in her pants, so you looked back at Aaron and nodded.

He led you away, down a hallway, to what seemed like a second living room with only a few other partiers inside. The small group lounged on couches and armchairs, drunkenly discussing their various existential crises. Aaron snickered at them and sat on the love-seat in the back of the room and, with a tug of your hand, you fell on it beside him.

You both awkwardly looked around the room, blue and purple light bulbs giving it a soothing glow, while Aaron sneaked his arm along the back of the small couch behind your head. Your body was already so close to his, all he would have to do is wrap that arm around your shoulders and you would practically be in his lap.

“So,” He began, drawing your eyes to his. His face was so close, lips barely three inches away, and you couldn’t help but notice how he kept looking at yours. “Tell me about yourself.”

So, you did. In exchange, he told you about his life, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. You laughed more than you thought you would. And at some point, your legs had draped over his lap and his hand was rubbing up and down your bare thigh, slowly pushing up your skirt with each stroke along your skin. You knew what he was doing, and you didn’t mind it. The least it would do was keep your thoughts off Henry probably getting his dick sucked in some other room of the house.

His fingers finally slipped under the hem of the velvety fabric and grazed your covered core; the thin, lacy material doing very little to lessen the sensation of his touch. You gasped and he looked at you in silent question. When you nodded, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him until you straddled his hips.

You put your hands on the sides of his face and slammed your lips to his as his burning touch ran up and down your spine. A moan erupted from the both of you, tingling your lips, as he grew harder beneath you and you ground your hips down. You shoved a hand between your bodies to his belt buckle, trying your best to undo it. Thankfully, the crisis group had left a half hour before because you had no intention of moving to a bedroom. You needed this. You needed to forget Henry, at least for one night.

Just as Aaron put his hand on the back of your neck to kiss you harder, you were yanked up and off his body. Aaron opened his eyes, confused, much like you were, as to why Henry’s large hand now gripped your upper arm.

“Henry, what the fuck!” You yelled as he glared down at Aaron buckling his belt.

“We are going home,” Henry demanded through gritted teeth, looking at you in a way he never had before.

“What? No, I—”

Aaron stood fast, his eyes darting between you and Henry. “Woah, buddy, let her go. She clearly wants to stay.” When he reached a hand out to pull you back to him, Henry lightly yanked you further away.

You jerked your arm in a weak attempt at freedom. “Yea, I want to stay!”

“No! You are drunk. Let’s go!”

Aaron shook his head and gave you a sympathetic smile. “Your bodyguard is intense, sweetness.”

You huffed and tried once again to shove Henry’s hand off you. “Tell me about it. Get off!”

When Aaron stepped to you, you thought he was going to try and kiss you, but instead he leaned down to whisper his last name in your ear and brushed your cheek with his knuckle. “Look me up, yea? I’d love to see you again.”

You giggled and agreed before Aaron walked past you, smirking at Henry and harshly bumping his shoulder on his way out the door. Henry whipped you around to face him.

“Get your stuff.”

“I didn’t bring anything,” You sneered.

“Then go,” He said, slightly pushing you in front of him. “March it!”

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Outside, Henry stared at you, waiting, though his patience was running thin. “Y/N, get in the car.” You frowned at him and crossed your arms, prompting a hefty groan from Henry. He took a deep breath and tried a little softer. “Y/N, Please, get in the car. Please.”

Rolling your eyes, you relented and sat yourself in the leather seat. Henry shut the door hard enough that it made you jump, stomped to his side and drove down the long driveway. You didn’t talk until he passed the exit that would take you to your house. “I thought you were taking me home.”

“You’re too drunk to be alone.”

You leaned your head against the window. “I’m not that drunk.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!”

He looked at you, eyebrows drawn together. “Oh, yea? You normally dry hump strangers in a secluded room at a party, do you?”

You watched out the window as he parked the car in front of his house, then met his eyes. “I do what I want, when I want, and tonight I wanted to dry hump a stranger in a secluded room at a party where the only person I know abandoned me to get grinded up against.”

His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white, but then he got out of the car, went to your side, and opened the door for you. You ignored the hand he extended to you and marched to the front door of his house.

As you stepped into the foyer, Henry threw his keys on the side table, and you took in the room. “Where is Kal?”

“At a friend’s,” He said, walking to the kitchen. When he came back, he shoved a glass of water in your direction. “Drink.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he asked. Both your hands wrapped around the cup as you glared at him over the rim. When not a drop was left, he took the glass and turned back to the kitchen. “Go upstairs and go to bed.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Go upstairs—” He began again as he returned to the room.

“Oh, I heard you. I’m just trying to figure out how you have the audacity to tell me what to do.”

Henry sighed. “Y/N, will you please—”

“No! What the hell happened back there? What the fuck did you think you were doing, huh?

“I was protecting you.”

“From what? A hot guy whose tongue I was more than happy to have down my throat? Protecting me from something I wanted to do?”

He clenched his teeth and swallowed hard. “Stop it.”

“Stop what? Did you think I didn’t want him? If I recall correctly, I was on top of him.”

“Stop! Y/N, you did not want to have sex with him!”

“Oh please,” You scoffed. “I’m not that drunk, Henry. I’m barely tipsy. I knew what I was doing. But, fuck, I don’t know why I’m surprised you got in the way. For the last year, every man I’ve met you’ve practically chased away with a pitchfork.”

“Go. To. Bed!”

“Don’t. Test. Me!” You yelled, “God, you are unbeliev—”

Before you could finish, Henry had put his hands on your cheeks, pulled you in, and kissed you. Your eyes went wide at the feel of his mouth on yours and how firmly he held you close, keeping you from escaping. It sucked the air from your lungs, and you were so temped to give in to him, to wrap your arms around him, part your lips, and let his tongue slip between them. If only he hadn’t been such an ass.

You quickly put your hands on his chest and shoved. He stumbled back a couple steps, your weaker strength somehow enough to overpower him. The look on his face, the shame of doing what he had, was unable to be masked.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Henry winced at your tone. “Y/N—”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

He said nothing as the remnants of your words echoed around the large room.  

You shook your head to yourself. “I’m going home.”

He quickly grabbed your hand as you hurriedly walked past him, and you frowned again at the grip on your wrist. Looking up at him, all you could see was pain in every feature of his face, in every bit of the blue in his eyes. “No, Y/N, please don’t. Stay. I’m sorry.”

The desperation killed you. His voice broke around the words, and his grip, though appearing rough, was light and soft. He would let you leave if you wanted, he just hoped you wouldn’t.

“Fine. Explain.”

He released you and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just…I don’t…fuck, I…”

“Ok, I’m leaving.”

“I love you,” He said to your back.

You died. Or some part of you did. Your heart, maybe; possibly your brain, for you weren’t sure you heard correctly. You couldn’t take another step, shoes somehow glued to their spot on the floor.

His hands on your shoulders had you looking in his eyes again. “I tried not to, ok. I swear I gave it my best shot. I didn’t want to ruin anything between us, but I couldn’t help it.” You felt his fingers trail down your arms until he could lightly squeeze your hands. “I’m sorry.”

Everything inside you was screaming, but you could only manage a whisper. “H-How long?”

Henry sighed and closed his eyes. “A year.” You stepped back and jerked your hands from his hold, but his still reached out, chasing the touch you so briefly allowed him. “I know…I’m sor—”

“Stop apologizing. Just…stop.”

He might’ve said something after that, but you couldn’t tell. His words had started to fade, and your vision was turning fuzzy as your brain tried to focus on your thoughts and how they were beginning to consume you. You loved him. It had been months of agony and anxiety and pure pain every time you saw someone else fawning over him. Then he does this, and suddenly you want to wail and throw a brick at a wall, or punch him in the chest before sobbing into it with his arms around you. It was too much. You had never done well with an overstimulation of emotions; they made you want to collapse and sink into the floor.

You took a deep breath, slowly exhaling like your mother had taught you, and said, “You’re right, I should go to bed.”

He looked at you like you had grown an extra limb, but you didn’t miss how the sadness in his eyes remained. Without a word, you turned on your heel and hiked up the stairs to the guest bedroom you had stayed in many times before. Moments after you closed the door, you heard a groan from below and the unmistakable sound of glass shattering against a wall.

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You couldn’t sleep. You didn’t even know why you bothered to try. Every hour felt like a month, and the more exhausted you became, the more your body felt like it had just trudged through miles of thick, solidifying mud; but your mind was vigorously racing with your heart. It was agonizing, and you couldn’t take it.

Rubbing your hands over your face, you dug the base of your palms in your eyes, and with an agitated whimper, threw the covers over your legs.

Henry’s room was just down the hall to the left, and without knocking, you eased the door open and stepped inside. He was so beautiful when he slept, but something worried him; you could see it by the little crease between his brows. You wanted to make it stop, to soothe his features.

You lifted the corner of his comforter and sneaked underneath it, wiggling your body close to his until not even an ant could fit between you. Facing each other, you brushed his hair back from his face then stroked his cheek where scruff was staring to grow. His eyebrows scrunched together at your touch and his body shifted under the covers.

Before he could fully wake, you leaned forward to softly press your lips to his, and after a moment, his arm wrapped strongly around you and forced what little oxygen you had left out of your lungs. You moaned when he kissed you back, sucking your bottom lip with a small bite before pushing his tongue in your mouth.

He made a small grunting sound as if suddenly coming to his senses, then broke your kiss and opened his eyes. “Y/N, what are you doing?” He whispered. There was a note of worry in his voice as if he thought you might regret your actions come morning, so you softly shushed him and ran a finger along the curve of his razor-sharp jaw. A look of uncertainty came over his face, but then you kissed him again.

He rolled on top of you without a second thought and you slid your hands down his chest before slipping one in his sweatpants. When you wrapped your fingers around his cock, he moaned and began to gently thrust into the warmth of your palm. 

“Are you sure,” He asked, nudging his nose against yours.

With your free hand, your fingers wound into his hair and gently tugged. “Yes.”

Henry groaned and slammed his lips to yours again. He pushed his sweatpants down passed his ass just enough to let his cock spring free, bunched the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore up to your navel, then edged your panties to the side and slammed himself inside you. You both gasped.

“Fuck,” He mumbled as he dipped his head into the curve of your neck and started pressing kisses on your sensitive skin. He bit your shoulder when you lifted your hips, silently begging him to move, then painfully slowly started to thrust in and out of you. “You are so…perfect.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. You had never been put through a whirlwind of emotions all in a single day. You had never felt this wanted. You had never loved someone the way you did him, and every bit of it flooded you until it had no choice but to spill out somewhere.

“God, I love you,” He whispered before kissing right under your ear. His lips trailed along your jaw and he licked away the saltiness of your tears.

You tried to speak, but all you could manage was a whimper as your walls began to clench harder around his cock. Each shove inside of you reached deeper than the last and you felt it bringing you closer and closer to your release.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pulled his face back so you could connect your lips and curl your tongue around his. His kissed you long and slow, drawing each second out as if you wouldn’t allow him the chance again if that kiss broke, and something about it ached a spot in your heart. All you wanted was to reassure him, so you separated a hairs width. “Henry…I love you.”.

Blue eyes seemed to brighten, and his lips parted. A quick breath puffed against your face and you inhaled him as he started to pound into you harder until you came with a sharp cry and a whimper of his name, your walls milking him until he spilled himself inside you with groan.

His massive, muscled body collapsed on top of yours, but you didn’t want him to move. Even as you felt him begin to soften inside of you, you refused to separate your bodies, so you wrapped your arms snugly around him.

“You love me?” He asked, lifting his head from the curve of your neck and staring into your eyes.

Swallowing once and nodding, you moved your hands to either sides of his cheeks, and said, “I have for months. I just…”

Henry touched his forehead to yours and let out a clearly disappointed sigh. “We both wasted all this time pretending.”

“We’ll lose our minds thinking about it too much,” You said and tilted your lips up to press them to his, pulling a small groan from his chest before he rolled on his back with your body flat on top of his. “Henry, I’m so sorry about what happened at the party. That guy—”

Henry’s grin had you pausing as he rubbed at his forehead.

You cocked your head to the side. Smiling at the reminder of you all over another man was not what you expected. “What?”

“You’re sorry,” He said, sifting his fingers through the waves of your hair. “Sweetheart, that is the last thing you should be. I’m the one who made an idiot of myself. I just…” He took a breath, “I got sick of this girl not leaving me alone and all I wanted was to find you, but when I did, that guy had his hands and mouth all over you and I…lost it.”

With a soft smile, you ran your index finger over his bottom lip. “How about we just called it even, yea?”

Henry hummed, unsatisfied with that decision, but at the playful look on your face he surrendered. One of many things he loved about you: holding grudges was not something you cared to have much experience with. “Fine. If…”

“If…?”

“If you move in with me.”

“What!” In your shock, your body jolted upright, but you found yourself held tight by a pair of thick arms around your waist.

“You stay here all the time anyway. You’ll just sleep in my bed now, not the guest. And the lease is almost up at your place.”

An awkward laugh passed your lips. “Henry…”

“You’re smiling. You can’t lie to me now.”

You rested your forehead against his chest with a light groan. Henry chuckled at the sound, and the rumble in his chest soothed you to no end. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“Maybe,” He replied, and you looked up at him. “But I want you here, with me. So, what do you think?”

With a quick, deep breath, you shook your head. But then you smiled and said, “…Yes.”

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[falcqns]

Hey, can I request one probably smut, where I'm working on Henry's makeup for Geralt and my cleavage bothered him a bit because he became hard? 🤭🙈 Take care!

our little secret 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: smut, bodily fluids, swearing, dirty talk 

A/N: I absolutely loved this request! I’m sorry it took so long to finish, I was so close a few days ago bUT TUMBLR DELETED IT AGH> hope you enjoy!

our little secret 

You were dabbing foundation on Henry’s pale skin when you noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Mainly, he couldn't take his eyes off of your breasts.                   

Were you wearing something a little more risky than normal? Yes. Usually, you wore a sweater to work, especially in the mornings. You did live in England after all, and you weren't dumb. 

But, did you also forget to do your laundry last night so the only acceptable item of clothing that you had to wear as a very low cut tank top with lace covering the top? ...Also yes.

As you moved around his head to continue to do his makeup, you just happened to glance in the direction of your phone, and just happened to see that Henry had a very definite bulge in his grey sweatpants.

You felt a blush begin to creep up your neck, but ignored it, and continued to work, attempting to ignore the bulge in his pants.

As you were preparing his wig, you got a call from Lauren, the show runner. There was quite a bad storm coming in, and filming was pushed back at least 3 hours. 

“Shit,” You said, as you hung up the phone, causing Henry to glance up from his own.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You turned to look at him. “Filming has been pushed back a few hours,” 

He sighed and let his head fall back against the makeup chair, his Adam’s apple bobbing, which you chose to ignore as well.

“I’m just glad you didn’t put the wig on me yet,” He said, giving you a charming smile, which you returned, and began to clean up your materials.

He stood up, and tugged on his coat, before turning to you.

“Why don’t you come and chill with me in my trailer until filming resumes? I can’t imagine you'd want to stay in here all alone.” He suggested, and you saw no reason to say no.

“Sure,” You said, giving him a smile. “Thank you,” 

He smiled back. “No problem.”

You finished packing everything up, and headed out to Henry’s trailer. As soon as you entered, you were greeted by Kal, who wouldn't let you pass until he got some pets, which you more than gladly gave. 

You followed Henry and took a seat on his couch.

“What?” You said with a giggle, when you noticed that Henry was staring at you again.

Henry cleared his throat before he talked. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

You giggled. “N-no,” 

He smiled, and lifted his arm to rest on the couch behind you. 

“Well, I think you are so incredibly beautiful, Y/N,” He whispered.

You felt the blush return 10 times more intense. “T-thank you, H-Henry,” 

“You’re welcome,” He took your smaller hand in his bigger one. “I-I’m sorry if that came off as creepy, I just-” He stuttered, running his thumb along the skin on your hand. “I can’t get you off my mind. I haven't been able to since you started working on set, but I’ve been too scared to ask you out, no matter how much I wanted to,” 

You scrunched your eyebrows, before placing your free hand on his thigh. 

“Why were you scared?” You whispered. He chuckled slightly, but explained himself.

“I don’t know. We just have quite a big age difference, and I didn't think you’d be into guys my age.” You giggled, and slid your hand up his clothed leg until you were just below where he needed you most.

“You’re the reason I took this job, Henry.” And with that, you were immediately pulled into Henry’s lap. He had a tight grip on your hips, and was pressing you down into his erection. You moaned out, and grabbed the back of his neck for stability, as you ground your hips on his.

“I know you saw how badly I wanted you,” He whispered into your ear huskily, which only spurred on your actions. “Please tell me you want this too,” You immediately nodded. “Gods, yes,” You whimpered out.

He tugged the bottom of your tank top out of your leggings, before running his hands underneath to feel your skin, hips still grinding together.

“I fuckin knew your skin was softer than heaven,” He moaned. His eyes fluttered down to your lips, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

He gripped your bum, and stood up to lay you on the bed. He climbed over your body, buried his head in your neck, and resumed the grinding of his hips against yours.

“Fuck,” You moaned out, as he trailed kisses down your neck.

He moaned, before sitting up. His hands slid up your tank top once more, and came to rest on your breasts. 

“As much as I love the way you look in this tank, I’d much rather see it on the floor,” He said, and you nodded. He lifted it up, and off of your body, tossing it on the floor.

He let out a low growl before at the sight of your light purple lacy bra. He looked at you with lust blown eyes before he buried his face in between them, kissing and licking over every inch of exposed skin. 

“These,” He moaned out breathily. “These are my fucking Kryptonite. Have been for months now,” 

You threw your head back and moaned loudly. 

You reached your hands out to run it over his chest that was still covered by a black t shirt. Henry, understanding what you wanted, all but ripped it off, tossing it on top of yours.

He trailed his hand from your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts. It came to rest on the top of your leggings. He took your left leg, and hooked it around his hip.

“Do you still want this?” He asked, looking you deeply in the eyes.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, desperately.” 

He gave you a warm smile, and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before continuing. He looped his fingers into your leggings and pulled them down your legs.

He threw his head back and moaned at the sight of your light purple cotton underwear.   

“Holy fuck,” He moaned out. You giggled at his reaction and reached your hand out to run your fingers through the curls atop his head. 

His fingers moved up from your thigh, and trailed them lightly over your clothed mound.

As he hooked his fingers into your underwear he made eye contact with you, once more.

“There are so many things I want to do to you, but I’m so desperate to be inside you that I might cum from just eating you out.” He said.

You arched your back and cried out. “Please stop teasing H-Henry,”

His eyes softened, and stood up, ridding himself of his grey sweatpants and blue boxer, before climbing back on the bed to join you. You reached out and wrapped your hand around his hard cock, and began to stroke slowly.

His head fell forward, and stared at you jerking him off slowly. His hand wrapped around your wrist, and stopped your actions.

“Another time,” He promised, before situating himself in between your legs. His hand lined himself up to your entrance, before making eye contact with you once more.

“You ready?” He whispered.

You nodded, and he grasped your smaller hand in his before slowly pushing inside you. You moaned at the stretched, and he slowed his actions.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“I’ve just never been this full, is all.” You said, and he lowered his head to yours, connecting your lips. 

He broke the kiss, and looked you in the eyes, your foreheads touching. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, make you feel so good.”

He slowly slid the rest of the way in, before dropping to his elbows which laid on either side of your head.

“Are you ready?” He breathed out, his lips brushing your ear.

“Y-Yes.” 

He nodded, and began to slide in and out of you, at an agonizingly slow pace. Your hips bucked up to meet his every time he bottomed out inside you. 

Your combined moans became louder each time as he gradually picked up speed, from slow and sensual thrusts, to harsh and rough thrusts.

He sat up on his knees, and gripped your hips, his eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. His eyes eventually drifted up to yours.

“I’ve been dreaming about being this deep inside you since the moment we met,” He growled out, squeezing your hips harder. 

“Fuck, Henry!” You cried out, both at his words, and at how good it felt to have him inside you after wanting it for so long. “I’ve wanted you inside me like this for Fucking years, Henry. Ever since I saw you in Mission Impossible,” You rasped out. 

His head fell back and he all but shouted a moan out, as his hips began to thrust into yours even harder.

“I almost bent you over the fucking makeup chair when I saw you wearing that fucking tank top this morning,” He murmured. “Especially leaning over me, pushing your heavenly tits into my face, fuck. I almost came in my pants at the sight of that,”

You felt your high approaching, and didn't even try and warn Henry about it, because you could sense that he was close as well. 

He had leaned back slightly, his hand gripping your waist while the other gripped your thigh, his hips snapping into yours at an insane speed, with nothing but moans falling from his lips.

His right hand came from where it rested atop your left thigh, and wrapped itself  around your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“I wanna watch your pretty little face when you fall apart on my cock,” He grunted, and all you could do was moan in response.

His hips ground into yours two more times, before your orgasm pulsed through you, and you shouted his name. Your back arched, legs and arms tensed, and eyes squeezed shut.

“FUCK,” He shouted, before he stilled inside you, and his release filled you.  

A few moments later, he collapsed on top of you. He rolled off of you a few moments later, and pulled you so you were tucked into his side, your head on his chest.

“That, was amazing,” You said, and Henry chuckled at your reaction before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Yeah, it was. I just hope no one heard us,” He muttered, his head drifting towards the window opposite his bed. “I want this to stay our little secret a little while longer, if you'd let me,” 

You sat up slightly to look at him. “What do you mean?”

he chuckled before reaching up to kiss you again. “If you think I’m letting you go after sex THAT good, you're insane, angel.”

[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 8

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 8

Chapter Summary: It’s just 2.5K words of smut.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut. That’s really all this chapter is.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7}

The tension between the two was almost tangible the next week and a half on set. One would catch the other staring and respond with a suggestive smile. They would stand just a little too close during breaks. Stolen glances and gentle touches ran rampant, both waiting for their next opportunity alone together.

Therein lies their greatest problem. Being alone together. You see, their lack of sealing the deal wasn't a matter of effort on both their parts. Henry had Faye come back a few days later, willing to forgo his early morning exercise if it meant spending the night doing 'cardio'. As it turned out, Briar was still terrified sleeping in a room by herself in the strange house. They had tried letting Kal stay with her, hoping to kill two birds with one stone and stop the canine's constant wines from the other side of the door. Using that technique, they made it just to Henry with his shirt off and his hand down the front of Faye's shorts before being interrupted again. This time both Kal and Briar were outside the door begging to be let in.

The look of desperate exasperation on his face was a memorable one. That night ended with Briar and Kal squeezed between them, but sleeping peacefully at least.

A few days after that had been their next attempt. Lesson learned, this one took place at Faye's home. Now Briar had her own room to stay in, so that should be one distraction eliminated. Kal had a full bowl of kibble and water set out in the kitchen and his bed was placed in the small living room between the couch and the coffee table. Unfortunately, Henry had just wrapped up a physically demanding day on set and ended up snoring on the couch with Briar sleeping on his chest by 7 pm. Faye had felt too bad for the poor guy to wake him up for more exertion, plus Briar would likely throw a fit if she were moved now. Instead, she threw a blanket over the pair and retreated to her room alone.

Tonight, though. Tonight was going to be the night. They had the location worked out for the fewest distractions, and it was even a short day for Henry. This was finally going to happen. The pair tried to be discreet throughout the day but ultimately found it hard to keep their hands to themselves. Well, Henry did anyway. It seemed he was sneaking handfuls of her bottom every chance he got. She would turn to grab something off the makeup table behind her and feel a hand on her backside while he casually pretended to just be trying to look around her to see what she was doing. He would slide behind often her and run his palm across her ass as he went, giving her a cheeky pinch as he went. Finally, when it was time for Faye to head home for the day, Henry wrapped her in a bear hug, one hand on her lower back, the other firmly gripping her backside as he lifted her up, whispering promises to get out of his costume quickly to meet up with her at her home.

Now, here they were, the door to the bedroom barely closed before Faye was pressing Henry back against it, her arms around his neck as she tugged him in for a longing kiss. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, more than happy to return her affections. This was happening. This was really happening and Faye was wasting no time. She practically ripped Henry's shirt off in her haste, greedy little hands mapping over every inch of exposed skin she could reach while Henry worked on his belt.

Faye's shirt was next, her bra being hastily removed after. Henry shoved his jeans down his legs, kicking them from his feet and pulling Faye back in for another hungry kiss, large insatiable hands gripping her ass and lifting her up with ease, her legs automatically winding around his waist.

"Lock the door." Faye panted against his lips, her fingers sliding into his curls as she squeezed his waist tighter with her legs, trying to gain some friction against her heated core. Henry reached behind him, blindly grasping for the handle, finally finding it and turning the lock.

He carried her to the bed, gently laying her on the blankets, slowly moving back to take her in again. "I'm never going to get tired of seeing you like this." He breathed, his fingers ghosting down her sides and hooking in her leggings, dragging them and her underwear down her legs reverently, groaning softly when he saw his glistening prize.

"Condom." Faye instructed, crawling back to the pillows and rummaging through her side table drawer.

Henry chased her up the bed, attacking her side and hip with playful kisses and nips, pulling back when she handed him the foil-wrapped protection. "Fuck." Henry groaned, his face falling in distress when he looked at what was in his hand.

"What?" Faye asked, tilting her head questioningly.

"Do you... have anything else?" Henry asked, sitting back on his heels, turning hopeful eyes up to her.

"No... why, are you allergic?"

"No, it's not that. It's just... too small." Henry sighed, a faint flush coloring his cheekbones.

"Too small?" Faye asked skeptically, sitting herself up on her elbows. Typical excuse.

"I'll use it, it's not that big of a deal, I can get it on, but it's more likely to break," Henry explained, looking despondently at the packet in his hand. "Also... don't be offended if I don't finish. I swear, it's not that I don't find you insanely attractive, but these squeeze me really tightly and I can't feel much when I use them."

"Henry..." Faye started, giving him an unbelieving look.

"I am not trying to get out of using protection. I'm responsible, I promise! I got checked for everything at my last annual check-up and I'm clean. I'm just telling you what can happen."

"What exactly are you working with?" Faye asked, sitting up and hooking her fingers in the waistband of his underwear, Henry leaning back to allow better access as she quickly pulled them down, grunting softly when his erection thumped against his lower stomach. "Oh shit." Faye swore, her eyes going wide when she took him in. She'd had a feeling he was 'gifted' from the times she had felt him through his clothes, but she had no idea exactly how 'gifted' he was.

"Are you ok?" Henry questioned after a beat, shifting uncomfortably under her intense gaze.

"That's... fuck. Yeah, we're going to have to take this slow. That thing is huge. Jesus... is that your dick or a third leg?"

"I wasn't being a prick when I said it was too small." Henry chuckled nervously. "Are you on the pill?"

"No, I tried a few different ones when I was younger but I always had horrible side effects." Faye admitted, a curious hand sliding along his shaft pulling a deep content sigh from deep within his chest. She'd never been with an uncut man before.

"Fuck." Henry groaned, his hips twitching into her touch. "I could... shit, just like that." He gasped when her thumb gently slid back his foreskin, circling the hypersensitive spot just beneath the crown. "Fuck... " Henry trailed off, his eyes falling closed as he allowed himself to just feel.

"How good is your pull out game?" Faye questioned, her other hand gently cupping his balls, massaging them the best she could in her tiny palm.

"No misfires." Henry chuckled, hope sparking in his belly. "Not to kill the mood, but are you... like... fertile right now?" Henry asked, gesturing vaguely to her lower stomach.

"It's a crap shoot, honestly. Never been regular, I have no way of knowing."

"Fuck." Henry groaned.

"Not that I don't think you're a great guy, but I don't know if I'm willing to risk being a single mother of two." Faye mumbled softly, continuing to work him with her hand.

"I don't plan on going anywhere." Henry scoffed, pulling her closer to claim her lips. "But I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. How about you sit on my face and we take it from there?"

"I thought you were joking about that." Faye squeaked, her eyes going wide.

"No, I'd love to have that pretty pussy riding my jaw." Henry whispered against her lips, slowly trailing down to her neck with playful kisses. "Have you screaming my name from on top of me." A gentle nip at the junction of her neck, causing her to gasp. "Using that amazing ass to pull you even closer." He descended lower, teasing her nipple with his lips, his tongue darting out to flick against it. "What do you say, beautiful?"

"I... fuck... what about you?"

"Worry about that later." Henry dismissed, rolling onto his back next to her, his greedy hands dragging her thigh over him to straddle his chest. "Right now, I'm hungry."

"Shit." Faye gasped as his hands gripped her ass, dragging her up to hover over his mouth, being met almost instantly by his impatient mouth on her heated core. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through her glistening folds, catching every drop of arousal he could before he began his assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves. The gasps and moans falling freely from her mouth spurred him on. He pulled her even closer with his hands on her ass, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking it desperately.

Faye was vaguely aware of one of his hands leaving her backside, but only became fully aware of what it was doing through her lust filled haze when she felt a long thick finger slowly pressing inside of her, curling at just the right moment to press against the most sensitive spot inside of her. "Fuck! Henry!" Faye groaned, torn between chasing his mouth or pushing back against his invading finger as he moved it in small teasing wiggles inside of her, just enough to drive her insane with need.

His eyes snapped up to her face when she called his name, a cocky smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he added a second finger, massaging her inner wall with more purpose. All it took was one firm lick to her clit and a deliberate curl of his fingers for her to come undone, gushing onto his hand and jaw as she panted his name desperately, holding onto the headboard for dear life as she rode out her orgasm.

Henry gently slipped his fingers out, watching her closely as she moved to sit beside him instead, pushing her sweaty strands from her face as she tried to catch her breath. He absently sucked on his still wet fingers as he watched her, waiting to see what her next move would be. Would she be too tired to continue? Would she go back to teasing his shaft until he lost his mind? Might she possibly return the favor?

His ponderings were drawn to an abrupt close when Faye had finally caught her breath. Before he realized what she was doing she was laying between his legs, her lips teasing the head of his cock as her hands rubbed along his inner thighs. Her tongue followed the thick vein on the underside from the base to the tip before taking him into her mouth. She started out slow and modest, his thick shaft already stretching her lips; her jaw had to open impossibly wide to prevent scraping him with her teeth.

Slowly, she sank deeper and deeper, her tongue flicking along the underside, her hands busying themselves with pumping his shaft and cupping his heavy sack. Her cheeks hollowed out as she pulled back, releasing him with a lewd pop. Her hands kept working him as she stared up at him, content to watch him squirm for the moment.

"I've never done this with an uncut guy before." Faye admitted innocently, her eyes falling to his cock as her hand easily slid up and down. "This is certainly easier to do, but you need to tell me what you like."

"You can just... push it back and do what you'd normally do." Henry explained through his panting, his hips jerking up desperately into her touch. It had been so long since he'd had anything other than his fist to get him off, and he could tell he wasn't going to last very long tonight.

"So, just push it back?" Faye repeated, her tiny, agile fingers slowly pushing his foreskin back, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. How far back? Just enough to get it out of the way? All she knew for sure is she didn't want to be rough and end up hurting him, especially in such a sensitive area.

"That's good. You're ok." Henry praised, his fingers sliding through her hair, urging her closer to his twitching cock.

Faye licked along the head, growing more confident at his increasing moans. He was certainly vocal. She took him back into her mouth, her tongue focusing on the tip as her hand worked his shaft again. His hips continued twitching up into her mouth, occasionally pushing too far and causing her to gag. She took him as deep as she could, tears falling from her eyes as she fought her gag reflex. She slowly pulled back, sucking hard as she went, her hand pumping him faster, her head bobbing along with the rhythm.

"Shit." Henry hissed, his head falling back against the pillows, his hands gripping her hair tighter. "Fuck, Faye. I'm close." He warned, his hips twisting beneath her as he fought the urge to thrust up into her warm mouth. "I don't... I don't care where but if you don't want it in your mouth, you need to move." He gasped, the pressure building at the base of his spine until it grew too much to handle. He let go with a loud roar that sounded vaguely like her name, pumping himself up into her mouth with each wave of his orgasm until he was left a blissed-out, sated mess beneath her.

"Sorry... Didn't know if you swallowed." Henry apologized, his hands falling from her hair to cup her jaw.

"Not a problem if I know it's coming." Faye assured, crawling back up the bed to curl into his side.

"Tomorrow, I am going to the nearest pharmacy and buying out their entire stock of condoms." Henry determined, kissing the top of her head.

"Just the XL ones, or are you going to take everything they have?" Faye teased.

"I'm taking everything. If the universe keeps getting between us having sex, no one else should be able to do it either." Henry pouted.

"Pass them out to all your buddies. Be like their Fairy Rubber Mother. Make sure they know they don't fit your massive cock when you do it too." Faye giggled, kissing his chest gently.

"Damn right. If I have to carry this monster around all day, everyone should have to know about it." Henry chuckled around a yawn.

"Get some sleep, Bear. We have to be in early tomorrow."

[racoonkal]

bottom bitch (sub!k. bakugo x afab!reader)

c: bakugo’s a bottom. let’s see how he handles it.

nsfw // aged up characters // minors dni

The repetitive motion should’ve made Katsuki numb by now. The up and a down and up and down of your mouth on his bulging cock was enough to make him combust. In fact, it actually had made him bust a couple times. Correction—MANY times, though both of you had lost count at this point. Now you were just trying to test his limits and he was trying his best to grasp onto any shred of dignity he had left. If that dignity was his crumpled t-shirt, then he was doing a great job. You had discarded the piece of clothing very early into this nights adventures, but now it had come back into play as a way for him to muffle any of the dreaded sounds he knew he was about to make. His knuckles were practically raw with the grip he was exerting on that black cotton shirt. 

His eyes were rolling to the back of his head; his throat was soar from all the pleading and begging—begging you to stop, to give him a moment, but you knew it was all for show. There’s a safe-word for a reason. 

His toned abs flexed and un-flexed in succession with each hesitant breath he choked into that warm black shirt. You would look up occasionally to check on him, but it was always the same, his flushed cheeks covered and his sweaty hands occasionally crackling into the fabric. 

You finally switched to using your warm palms to give you more access to his body. You teasingly sat on his lap, straddling your nude body over his. Running your free hand on every possible part of him and leaving syrupy kisses on his neck and collarbone. His body still jerked from the overstimulation, but you knew he wasn’t quite there yet despite the heavy breathing and moaning he was trying his hardest to hide from you. Katsuki was only able to face you after you temporarily stopped in order to shift your position, lining yourself up with him. Despite his thickness, you sank down on him with ease. Your body was familiar with the feeling of being filled up.

You swore he was practically silent screaming into that poor burnt-up shirt at this point. He fell back onto his spine and pitifully jerked his pelvis up like an animal in heat. This wasn’t just needy, this was desperate. 

He groaned and whimpered at the agonizingly slow pace you were able to maintain, while he was still trying his hardest to rut against you. Katsuki felt like he was being brought to the edge and back and couldn’t tell if he loved it or not. You fingers trailed along his toned crevices with only one destination in mind. When you reached it, you gently pried his hands from the shirt to reward yourself with his face.

Tears were mashed with his lashes. His lips red from his own harsh biting and eyebrows slanted in a different direction than they were normally. 

And you smirked. Siren eyes dazed at the realization of how you’d broken this reflection of what you knew as Katsuki Bakugo. You bit your lip and placed your hand in the middle of his abdomen. A soft moan escaped your own lips when you hoisted yourself up and pressed yourself back down for a better angle. Katsuki tried to cover his face again but you couldn’t risk not being able to see him when this happened. You grabbed his shaking hands and pinned them by his head before your hips mercilessly started rolling on his. 

He could’ve escaped this if he really wanted to. Heaven knew he was 10 times stronger than you, even in this state, but he didn’t. He let this happen. Because there was that part inside himself, a part he barely accepted, even now, that wanted this. That little intrusive voice that enjoyed being topped by you more than anything. 

The drawn out, higher-than-normal pitched “ahhh’s” and back arching moans were sounds you thought couldn’t possibly be coming from Katsuki, yet here he was, calling out your name and begging for you to finish him off. and who were you to deny him that right? A few more aggressive hips rolls onto his throbbing member, and Katsuki’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He choked on nothing but the orgasmic pleasure with his head thrown back. You rode him through it, his body convulsing once it reached it’s end before completely giving out and leaving him in the most fucked-out state known to man. Tongue out with pools of drool and everything in between. 

You eventually found it in you to slip off him with a heave (of course no contraception in sight). You had gotten no where near close to finishing, but tonight wasn’t about you, at least not in that way. You stepped back and tilted your head to the side to examine Katsuki’s worn out body like he was your Mona Lisa. 

Another smirk crossed your lips. Another idea on how you would finish yourself off popped into your head. 

Fun fact: Da Vinci didn’t stop after the Mona Lisa.

a/n this was all over the place, i didn’t feel like proof reading it and idk how to finish anything. with that being said, i dont really give a shit. bye lol

[miss-choco-chips]

Drink and make merry, my friend (you'll be gone come morning)

Day four: historical- pirates // sci-fi- space

There are three pirates chilling in the dungeons. None seem overly concerned about the fact that they’ll be hanged come morning.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Bartholomew H. Allen. Bart for the friends. ‘The red nuisance’ for everyone else. Wasn’t the first time he’d been inside this very same prison cell; probably won’t be the last. The guards stationed in front of his door were the quickest on their feet, so maybe they’d have a minimum chance of catching the fucker should he escape again. Probably not, but the Arch Duke had been particularly displeased the last time he’d weaseled his way out of their prison, so they had to at least pretend to try.

He’d been unconcernedly chewing on dried meat for hours now. How did he manage to smuggle it into the cell, no one knows, but after he bit the first few hands that tried to take his treasure away, the general consensus was to let him be.

Similarly, anyone who held any notions of spending a fun afternoon with the only woman among the sea bandits was quick to be corrected, either by a broken hand or a kick that stole the air from their lungs like it was gold from a ship’s treasury.

Her name? Cassandra Sandsmark. She did not fuck around, and really, considering she would be dead by that time the next night, it was’t worth it to punish her for ‘prisoner misconduct’. That was why they left her be. Not because she scared their balls back into their bodies. The fact that she was Princess Diana’s wayward niece and, death row or not, the noble Lady would murder them all for even breathing in her direction, was a notable plus.

The last pirate, well… He’d chosen to spend his last night on earth doing push ups. It was probably better to leave him to his own devices.

Conner Kent. Whether or not he had any relation to Crown Prince Kal was anyone’s guess, but they did look startlingly similar; something the younger man had taken advantage of to avoid capture multiple times in the past.

To catch any of them wasn’t an easy task. The fact that they were all there thanks to the same man was beyond amazing.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

An auburn haired boy ran through busy port streets, his form almost a blur between passerbys. Jumping over crates, avoiding street vendors, sliding over banisters and landing at the very last step of any stair in his way, the youngster made a truly astounding escape.

Tough luck his opponent had accounted for that.

Just as he was rounding that last corner separating him from the port (and his freedom), a foot struck out. Quick thinking saved him from face planting on the disgustingly dirty streets, but his surprise and momentum cost him precious seconds of stumbling.

The swords pointing him from every direction when he straightened weren’t as threatening as the lone young man standing behind the National Guard, unarmed but from the cutting edge on his glare. Without breaking eye contact, the runner threw both hands up in surrender.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The guards barely even glanced up when the servant girl let herself in, softly pushing the trolley. They did, however, when the scent of food caught their attention.

“That for us, pretty lady?”

Blushing, the girl looked at both men from under her brown fringe.

“The… the prisoners…”

Elbowing each other, they smiled, sharks smelling blood in the water as they eyed the delicacies on display.

“It’d be a waste to let people who are gonna be fish food by this time tomorrow eat such an amazing feast.”

The girl hesitated again, her duty to feed the prisoners at war with the populace general unwillingness to disobey their military enforcers.

“Come on, pretty lady”, the other one edged on. “Who’s gonna tell the higher ups?”

Something flashed behind her beautiful blue eyes, and she nodded, gently pushing the trolley in their direction.

From within their cells, the three pirates watched in silence.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

If anyone were to ask, he’d been minding his own damn business when shit went down.

He had only wanted a beer. Really, life just wasn’t fair to wanted criminals.

It was just his luck that his crew chose this particular tavern to drink and make merry. Though, Kon supposes, it wasn’t their fault either. How would they know that the Lavender Throne pirates favored the same establishment?

He’d only been a member of the Renegades’ crew for about two months now, but he already knew how this fight would turn out. He was easily their best fighter, and the Lavenders were all about the same level of well trained; so here he was, alone in a circle of enemies, fist held high and feet doing their best not to trip over fallen crewmates.

Or maybe not so alone. A smaller back pressed against his, and he could see from the corner of his eye how the men trying to get his blind spot fell like flies. Not one to doubt his blessings, he doubled his efforts.

When things died down, Kon relaxed, marveling at the fact that just two of them were enough to deal with a full tavern of enemies. The bar maidens started to rise from under the tables they chose to hide behind, and Conner was about to turn around and thank his surprise saviour, when the feeling of cold metal against his neck stopped him in his tracks.

Uniformed men started bleeding into the room, dragging unconscious pirates away. When one approached him and his mysterious capturer, he almost felt the man behind him shaking his head.

“This one is high risk. I’ll take him myself.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Are you sure? There’s plenty enough for all of us”, asked Dumb Guard Number one again, words almost unrecognizeable under his chewing.

The girl, sitting primly in the chair they oh so gentlemanly had offered for her to wait on until they finished their impromptu dinner, shook her head.

Dumb Guard Number two didn’t need to be told twice and snagged the last piece of bread.

“Is it just you two for the night?”, she asked, apropos of nothing.

The more sharing of the two nodded. “Yeah, until the morning shift guys come and take them away to the plaza for their sentence.”

She whistled softly.

“Seems kind of mean, having only you two to guard three of the most wanted pirates of the last few years.”

The second one smiled a bit. “Nah, we got dealt a nice hand. We get to eat and laze around, and as good as they are, they can’t weasel their way between those bars. No excitement here. The day guards are the unlucky ones here.”

“How so? Aren’t them, like, a lot more? Seems like it’d be easier, sharing the weight of it.”

“Yeah, but Lieutenant Drake will be with them, ‘s going to personally oversee the executions. Can’t exactly slack off with the favored son of Archduke Wayne breathing over your shoulder, now can you?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Cassandra!”

“Go! I’ll hold them off!”

The older woman, holding desperately to the other’s hand, made a sound of profound distress.

“But-!”

“Donna, just go! If they catch you- just how much do you think Diana is going to suffer?”

“It’s the same with you! We can run together, there’s space in the spare boat”

They were running out of time. She knew convincing her older sister figure to leave her behind was not going to end well or happen quickly, so the blonde pirate shot a look to vice captain Artemis. They both knew Donna was just too important to risk like this, her relationship to Diana recognizable enough to use her as leverage against their Princess. Cassandra, as beloved as she was by the women who took her in, had spent the better half of her childhood hiding her real identity and running amok where few would be able to point her out as Princess Diana’s protegeè.

Ignoring her mistress’s screams, Vice captain Artemis’s arms went around her waist, lifting her clear off her feet and dragging her away, her strength forcing Donna’s hand free of Cassandra’s arm.

Soon, Cassie stood alone in an empty ship, sword in hand as she watched the sun setting over the horizon, the distant figure of dozens of escape boats a mere shadow in the distance.

When the sound of boards and then feet hitting the deck reached her, her hand tightened on the sword’s hilt, but she didn’t turn to see.

“It was a bold move. Brave, though.”

The words made her startle, spoken so closely to her ear, the approaching presence absolutely unnoticed until that exact second.

Breathing in deeply, Cassandra spun on her feet, sword raised. Her enemy was already a few feet away, safe from her board attack. His cold stare clashed with her feral growl, an ice prince facing off against an amazon fighter.

No other soldier dared approach them, as the sound of their clashing swords echoed in the quiet of the night as thunder.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Just as a distant clock was about to point both arms to its highest point, both guards fell asleep. Literally fell, face planting in the dirty prison ground.

Sighing tiredly, the young serving girl rose to her feet. Walking towards Dumn Guard Numer 2 (stopping only barely on her way to nudge Dumb Guard Numer one to the side, so he wouldn’t drown in the puddle his face had landed on), she crouched down and took the keys from his belt.

When she stood again, all three pirates were on their feet near their doors, waiting.

“Who’s first this time?” asked the youngest, voice vibrating in his excitement, smile bright.

“Me, for sure”, crowed Conner, hands on his hips.

“What are you talking about? I made him fight for it. Drew blood, even.” Cassandra, proud smile and raise hand, threw back in challenge.

To all their surprises, the maiden went straight for Allen’s door.

“What? Me?”

“What the fuck?”

“Are you seriously telling us IMP is the one who gave you the most trouble this time?”

The girl shrugged, but a small smile could be spotted under her calm facade if one cared enough to look for it (which they all did).

“I had to chase him all through Star Port city. I was tired afterwards. The two of you made me fight, but it wasn’t nearly as exhausting.”

The boy jumped out of his cell as soon as the door was opened, fist raised in victory.

“Yessss! Free booze!”

“It’s a stupid bet”, the girl shrugged at the other two’s upset frowns. “None of you are an actual challenge, after all.”

“Oh, shut up, asshole. Get us out of here before those dumbasses wake up.”

Before long, all three pirates and the young castle maid were running through empty streets towards the port.

“The ship is ready for you to take. I made it look like you stole it from a very drunk, very unsuspecting crew of beginners.” As they all ran, she… he, took his hand to his head, snatching away the brown wig. Hair, black like a raven’s wings, fell over his icy blue eyes.

Cassandra, keeping pace with him, accepted the disguise. “Where to, after?”

“There’s instructions on your next mission already written down on the back of the map, on the captain’s cabin. I left the key to the cellar as a paperweight over it, so there’s no way you’ll miss it.”

Behind them, the other two boys crowed in delight. Bart even makes a small little jump, never slowing their pace.

“Is it fully stoked?”

Turning to look at the bigger man over his shoulder, the maid-turned-criminal rolled his eyes.

“Half. I do need you all lucid enough to do your chores. But whatever you find along your way that doesn’t slow your progress on the mission, you can loot for yourselves. There’s an empty treasury on the right side of the ship just for that.”

Another jump, this time from the other pirate. The two running ahead shared an exasperated, though fond, look.

They reached the promised ship before long. It sat there, beautifully tilting this way and that thanks to the gentle waves reaching shore.

They stopped there for a second, the three pirates facing their rescuer.

“Will you be alright? Won’t anyone suspect?”

He shook his head, hands demurely raising his dress a slight inch from the ground in a small courtesy.

“Caroline Hill has a perfectly solid cover, and there are lots of people who’ll vouch for her if she’s ever suspected for tonight. Also, the guards chosen for the night shift are known for slacking off in their duty. Falling asleep close enough to the cells for one of you to snatch the keys and free themselves won’t be too much of a stretch for anyone to imagine.”

They smiled back at him.

“Do try to catch some sleep before going back there as Lieutenant Drake. You’ll need your beauty rest to give a convincing ‘I left those criminals in your care and you LOST THEM?!’ show.”

“The laughable state of the kingdom’s military is perpetually infuriating to me. Don’t worry, I’ll be believable. And I can use this as an excuse to fire the most incompetent guards in the history of ever.”

“Do you ever do anything without at least two different reasons and multiple plans banking on it?”

“Why would I, that just sounds like a waste of my time. Now go, run off, before someone sees four people hanging by the port and gets curious enough to remember faces.”

“When will we see you again?”, asks Conner, hand catching his friend’s shoulder before the man in the dress can turn around and leave.

“This mission should last a month or so, and after you hid the objective in the safe place I designated for it for me to pick up later, you’ll need to scatter. I’ll catch you again soo after that, so in total… maybe two months? Three if any of you give me an actual challenge, but I’m not holding my breath for that one.”

“Bastard. See you soon.”

“Make sure to take us drinking next time, Tim. We barely see you now that you have to play good lawful boy with your dad.”

“Only if you idiots take good care of the ship. The Red Bird is a delicate lady and I’ll hang you myself if there’s even a scratch on her beautiful shell.”

“It’s almost as if you care more about a bunch of wood and metal than us.”

“Because I do. Now fuck off.”

[In which Tim is a privateer (Basically a pirate with papers. As the name suggests, privateers were private individuals commissioned by governments to carry out quasi-military activities; in this case, Tim does illegal things for the greater good. As a military agent, he’s hiring himself lol) and the other three are pirates working for and with him, because they like to help him do good things and they also get a chance at fighting people, drinking and looting treasure outside their missions. Tim catching and then freeing them is how they exchange information or he gives them his orders.]

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Married In Vegas - E. Phantasmo

Taglist: @bitterendbrutalizer , @hotyeehawman want to be added ? Just let me know.

Warnings: I curse a lot so there's a handful thrown in there, elp ( always a warning ), alcohol.

Married In Vegas. - E.Phantasmo

" No good for me or my frame of mind. I think about you all the time. A pretty little thing could wreck me 25. Just say the words, and I'm all ears. Let's turn a drink into 5 years. Spend my money oh, honey come bleed me dry. I came here to be somewhere else, I found you and I found myself. Mister, mister I'm all in. Bet your house and I'll call it."

As Kal got out of the shower every part of her wanted Riley to not be sitting outside the bathroom door. That he made things much easier on her and went to change or was already down at the lobby meeting up with the rest of their friends.

But as she walked through the bathroom door and back into the room, she knew that thought would be to good to be true. Riley sat in the same spot she left him in just minutes before.

"I thought you would have left by now." Kal said as Riley shrugged his shoulders.

"Figured they all already know we were together. So what was the point to come down alone?" Riley said.

Kal almost felt bad when she heard the tone of Riley's voice but truth is her guard went up immediately and in a situation like that she definitely didn't want that attention." Okay, I'm ready whenever you are."

Riley stood up as he made his way out the door as Kal followed suit," Wait up." Kal said as Riley stopped as she caught up to him and looked down at his hand to see that it was still sitting pretty on his finger," You should probably take the ring off." Kal said.

" Like you did?" Riley said as he began walking again.

"Well yeah, the whole part of not telling anyone kind of means not wearing them too."

"Well good you don't have to wear yours than, nobody will think it's you with the way you're acting now. Totally not suspicious , you should be an actress. Screw whatever it is that you do now." Riley said as they got out of the elevator.

"Okay what the hell?" Kal said as she grabbed his arm to get him to stop but let go when he turned around at the same time as all their friends did.

"What? Am I doing something else wrong that you want to tell me about?" As she shook her head and let his arm go as Taiji approached them.

"You left me." Taiji said as he shook his head at the both of them," Where did you guys go?"

"Just a couple more bars." Kal said with a shrug.

"And lovely trip too." Kal looked at him with daggers as Taiji gave them a weird look," To Kal's hotel room."

"I'm not surprised one bit and those walls are thin." He said as Riley could do nothing but laugh.

" Well look who finally decides to join the group." Jay said as they all walked over.

"Coming from one half of the two that abandoned it last night." Kal said as most of the group laughed.

"From what we heard from Taiji you and Riley here didn't seem to care all that much."

"Can we not talk about that anymore?" Kal said as she sighed.

"Oof Riley didn't show you a good time?" Riley scoffed as Will laughed.

Kal stood there utterly defeated," Let's just go eat lunch please."

Kenta looked at her before shooting the guys a look about continuing on right now. Once they got to lunch Kal couldn't pick the chair further from Riley but somehow they both ended up being right across from one another.

Kal turned her head as Kenta sat next to her," Are you okay?" He asked her.

She nodded her head," Just a long morning that's all." Kal said as he nodded not really wanting to continue the conversation even though she knew it was needed. But he also knew better than to not bring it up around their friends.

"Secrets don't keep friends." Bea said in their direction.

"Why not? Kal loves them." Riley said as he took a sip of his water with a laugh.

"And Riley likes to make passive aggressive comments and beat around the bush instead of saying how he feels cause that gets you places."

"And Kal thinks that everything should go her way and shuts down the person who tries to talk."

"As much as I love hearing the back and forth. You two literally just met yesterday ran off now are acting like you've been married for years." Taiji said.

The two immediately went quiet before Kal looked right at Riley," As if I'd ever marry someone like him when I'm in the right state of mind."

"Well I guess it's good that you weren't last night than." Riley said, as Kal immediately stopped what she was doing and was about to get up and leave when he followed up with," When we slept together." But Kal barely heard it as her heart was beating way too fast.

Kenta looked at her,” Alright that’s enough.” Kal returned his look with thankful eyes. It seemed as if no matter what she could count on Kenta to make sure things were okay and that everyone made sure things were good.

The rest of the lunch was quiet for Riley and and Kal as their friends all talked about what they wanted to do.

“ I’m sure Kal here doesn’t care as long as it involves getting drunk and making more bad decisions.”

Kal decided not to raise anymore suspicion and nod her head in agreement,” Yes pleased maybe less bad decisions this time and more drinking.”

“ There she is, she got some food in her so now she’s not so-“ Will began to say.

“ Don’t finish that sentence we can always fight right here.”

“I’ll let Bea handle my light work.” Will said as he wrapped an arm around Bea.

“ My money’s on Kal here, from what I heard from Kasey she can go.” Jay said as Kasey and Kenta agreed.

“ We’ll have to be the judge of that.” Taiji said,” Right Riley?”

He shrugged his shoulders,” I think Will can take her.”

Pushin 106 down PCH. I drink it down, the aftertaste tastes like heartbreak and mistakes. But I can’t wait to walk around the starry strip. I feel it all , it feels like bliss. I show my hand, they look like this. Mister, Mister I’m all in, bet your house and I’ll call it.

As the group headed to the casino Kenta stayed back by Kal,” So what’s really wrong?”

“A lot.” Kal said honestly as she looked at him.

“And would it have anything to do with the ring on your necklace?”

Kal nodded,” Everything.”

“ Did you talk to him?”

“ Was it that obvious?”

“To most people probably not, but to me yes. I know both of you really well and I know that it’s not over just some drunken hook up.”

“ I really messed up.”

“ Wasn’t aware you can marry yourself.” Kenta said as Kal looked at him with a pout,” Did you guys even talk about everything?”

“ He wanted too, I was in pure panic mode and took the flight option. Now he won’t even look at me.”

“ You’re right he won’t, at least not when you’re looking at him too.”

“ I messed up. My mom wasn’t there, hell none of my family. You weren’t there. Kasey wasn’t my maid of honor. I barely even knew the guy I married. Oh my god Kenta, I don’t even know my last name. How do you not see the problem here?”

Kenta laughed as Kal told him just how this wasn’t funny,” No it definitely is. I know your last name.” He said as he threw an arm around her.

“ Care to enlighten me?”

“ Nope, that you have to ask your husband who keeps looking back here at us, think he might kill me if I don’t take my arm off you but I’m willing to see how it plays out if I don’t. As for everything else if you’re getting it annulled you can still have all of that and it would basically be like none of this happened.” Kenta said and Kal got quiet.

“ Yeah I uh I guess you’re right.”

“ You don’t want to do you?” Kenta asked her as she looked at him with a shrug.

“ I don’t know what I want.”

“ Let bone daddy here pick out what you drink tonight you won’t be disappointed.” Taiji said as the group laughed.

“ Think she prefers what Kenta says.” Riley said.

“ I don’t think so, last time I drank what Kenta told me I swear I was still drunk 2 days later.” Kal said as Kenta laughed.

Riley looked a little surprised at her giving him an actual response. As he chose to raise his eyebrows at her as she shrugged.

“ Talk to him Kalyssa.”

“ Oof, you’re using my full name on me now?” Kal said as she made a face as she broke apart from him and stepped forward to take the door from Riley as Kenta pushed her right into him.

“ I think Kal here is still drunk” Kenta said as he walked through the door as Riley looked at Kal as she straightened herself out with his arm around her waist to steady her.

“ Falling for me already?” Riley said as he knew he might as well play it off exactly how she wanted them too.

Kal just shook her head with a laugh as a slight blush played on her cheeks as she turned away from him,” For the record Kenta pushed me.”

Riley gave her hip a squeeze before letting go,” Sure he did.” As Kal was about to respond before Toni grabbed her and brought her to where the girls currently were.

Riley watched as Kasey pointed somewhere behind him as he looked and saw the guys in their own area. As Kal looked over her shoulder he was already turned and walking towards all the guys as she felt a tug on her hand before she turned back around.

“ Don’t worry you can see lover boy later. “ Bea said.

As Kal shook her head,” I was just trying to defend myself against Kenta’s sneak attack.” Kal said.

“Mhm sure you were.” Kasey said as Kal sat down next to her,” So how was it?”

“ How was what? My night out? So great I don’t even know half of it.”

“ Let me see your phone , I know you when you get drunk you suddenly think your this awesome photographer.” Kasey said as she held her hand out for it as Kal looked down at it.

She didn’t even think to look through the pictures on her phone, they probably told a lot of stories in their own right. As Kal shook her head no, if her phone had stories she didn’t even know yet she certainly didn’t want the girls finding it out this way.

“ That’s probably not a good idea. Who knows what her and Riley recorded.”

“ Can we stop talking about him?” Kal said as she shifted in her seat as she gave them a pleading look.

“ Not until you humor us with something.”

“ Okay fine the only thing I can really tell you is that we made out multiple times before everything got all fuzzy with my memories l and he offered a round two.”

“ Round two? When?”

“ This morning.”

“ If you’re about to tell me that’s why you ignored every single one of my phone calls I don’t know if I’ll be proud of you or mad at you more.” Kasey said with a laugh.

“ Well I hate to break it you, it didn’t happen this morning.”

“So are you saying it may?”

Kal took a sip of her drink and gave a shrug,” I don’t know if we’re being honest, but I wouldn’t be opposed.” Kal said as the girls all ooh’d.

She shook her head at them as they continued on. She really wanted to let loose and have some fun while she was here but her mind kept going back to everything that happened the night before.

The night went as the two groups came back together when they decided to go to the bar down the street, Kal was only nursing her third drink when Kenta sat down next to her,” I counted this is the third drink usually you are way ahead of me.”

“ I know, I’ll get there. I’m still feeling the after effects from last night.” Kal said ,” But Kasey brought up something and I don’t want to look alone.”

“ Pictures?” Kenta said as Kal nodded.

“ Why does everyone know that but me?”

“ Why do you think we take your phone away? Remember that mishap with Jay’s Instagram?” As Kal looked at him.

“ He added to that so it’s not completely my fault.”

Kal handed her phone over to him as he unlocked the phone and went to the pictures app. There was definitely pictures that Kal didn’t see before at the bottom.

“ These aren’t that bad actually, I take it as Riley or someone else took them.”

“ You don’t think I did?”

“ I know you didn’t your thumb isn’t in half of them and we can see things clearly.” Kenta said as he continued to scroll through all the pictures.

Kal looked at them all as she leaned against Kenta ,” Well at least I know I had fun.” Kal said.

“ Yeah lots. Wait here.” Kenta said as he showed Kal a picture and it was definitely of some chapel. As she took the phone from his hands as she took a closer look before Kenta looked down,” If it means anything, Riley was into his phone and just about killed Taiji when he took it from him. So he might have some more. As that’s the only one you have.”

Kal sighed as she put her phone away,” I think I need more drinks.”

“ What you need to do is talk to Riley before we leave Vegas, he’s going back to Japan right after this for 3 months and you’ll be in Florida.”

“ Great even more to think about and remember.” Kal said as she got up from the seat.

“ Kal said , we don’t have to.”

“ Don’t have to what?” Riley said as he approached the two.

“ Talk about anything. “ Kal said as she went to get drinks with Riley following closely behind.

“ Does accidentally marrying me make you that uncomfortable?” Riley said as they got to the bar.

“ Well no, but here isn’t the place to talk about it either.”

“ But you’ll talk to Kenta,” Riley said,” Apparently anywhere I want to talk isn’t good for you. So I give up, you let me know what we need to do and I’ll do it no questions asked.” He said as he went to grab his drink and walk away.

Kal grabbed his arm,” Wait no, I want to talk to you about this. I really do. I just don’t know how. And I keep psyching myself out every time. Only reason I’ve been talking to Kenta is apparently he put two and two together.”

“ Wait Kenta knows?” Riley said as Kal nodded,” And you didn’t want me to tell anyone yet you can?”

“ I didn’t tell him anything, he found out on his own. When we were walking here he said my problem doesn’t have anything to do with the ring on my necklace does if? And I told him it has everything to do with it. And he said he figured apparently we’re both not good at hiding things.”

“ So he knows? How long until he tells everyone else?”

“ He won’t , he’ll let that up to one of us to slip.” Kal said.

“ And you’re wearing it on your necklace?” Riley asked as he looked with raised eyebrows.

“ Just because I didn’t want to wear it on my finger right away until we figured things out doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to wear it in a different way.” Kal said.

“ I think that’s the nicest thing you said to me since last night.” Riley said with a laugh.

“ I can take it back.”

“ No, no I like it.” Riley said as he smiled at her.

“ Me too.” Kal said as she grabbed her drink,” We can talk more tonight.”

“ Good I’m glad. I can’t wait.” Riley said as he led her through the crowd and back to their group of friends. Not letting her hand go.

“ There you guys are, thought you ditched as again.” Juice said.

“Not yet, nights still young.” Taiji said ,” I’m just not going to be the one keeping on eye on them this time.”

Kal laughed,” I’m sorry for my part in that.”

“ I’m not makes up for those times in Tokyo.” Riley said.

“ What happened in Tokyo?” Kal asked as Jay laughed.

“ You don’t even want to know.” Bea said as the rest laughed as Kal just took the response with a nod.

As Riley looked down,” I’ll tell you later, so that way there is no bias responses.” He said as he whispered in her ear as Kal laughed.

“ So when are you two going to join us for a double date?” Kasey said as she looked at Riley and Kal.

“ I don’t know if that would be a good idea.” Riley said with a shrug as Kal had no choice but to agree.

For better or for worse, I feel right and high even if it’s just tonight or the rest of my life. So come on do your worst. I’ll stay here all night. Cash out, cards down, I’ll roll the dice.

The night went on as Kal and Riley stayed attached together. Kal really tried to avoid having a blackout the way that she did the night before meanwhile Riley was only a little buzzed but chose to keep his eyes on Kal. Letting her let loose and have fun. Fortunately for him her fun included just about throwing herself at him.

As they all headed back to the hotel , Kal was talking amongst the group as she continued on,” Will told Bea to handle his light work meaning you. But Jay and Kasey both said you’d drop him.” Kenta said. “

“ I agreed too.” Taiji said as Kal looked at him with a smile.

“ Yeah you’re definitely becoming my favorite.”

“ Ask Riley here what he said.” Taiji said as she looked at him waiting for a response.

As Kasey and Jay bid their goodbyes and headed into their room, as well as Juice and Toni. Bea and Will stood by their doors waiting for the response as well as Kenta.

“ I said that Will can take you.”

“ Oh you did now?” Kal said.

“I’ve never seen you in the ring before so that’s why I said it.”

“ I feel so betrayed.” Kal said as she laughed while shaking her head before her drunk mind gave her the idea to show him what she can do but he was quick and before she even had the chance to think of a plan she was thrown over his shoulder.

“ Nice try, maybe do it again when you’re less intoxicated. Goodnight guys.” Riley said as he opened the door to Kal’s room.

“ Why did I agree to wear heels all day?” Kal asked as he gently sat her down on the bed.

“ That I can’t answer.” Riley said as he helped her take them off.

Kal looked at him as he tossed them to the side before he stood up and looked at her,” Okay get dressed for bed. While I go get you some water.”

“ I’m okay.” Kal said,” Why are you being so nice to me?”

Riley shrugged,” Listen I know things haven’t been ideal but you haven’t been that bad.”

“ I basically told you that I wouldn’t marry you if I was sober.”

“ You did, guess lucky me we were plastered right?” Riley said as she tried to avoid the inevitable conversation as she wasn’t completely sober right now,” We’ll talk tomorrow okay? Don’t worry about it tonight.”

“ But I told you at the bar we’d talk tonight.”

“ You didn’t promise so I think I’ll survive one more night. This stuff happens all the time here.”

Kal nodded her head and was ready to say something else as Riley left the room. She sighed as she slipped out of her dress not really wanting to put much effort in anything as she spotted his hoodie in the corner and slipped it on.

She quickly slipped under the covers as Riley walked back through the door and into the room as he put the water on her table.

“I’ll see you in the morning alright? We’ll do what we have to do so that way we can go home the way we came.” Riley said as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“ You’re not staying?” Kal said as she didn’t even bother to hide the hurt tone in her voice this time around.

“ You and I both know that would make things only get more complicated.” Riley said.

“ But what if -“ Kal said as Riley stopped her.

“ We’ll talk tomorrow. Okay?” As Kal nodded her head , “ Get some actual rest if you need anything I’ll leave that door unlocked.” Riley said as he pointed to the door that led to his and Taiji’s.

As she could only nod her head afraid her voice would betray if she did anything more than nod her head. As he left the room and Kal wrapped herself up in his hoodie before she grabbed her phone as she felt it vibrate.

It was a message from Riley as she looked at it. it was a few pictures she definitely didn’t have saved or on her phone at all. As she looked at it the chapel in picture slowly turned to the inside of it before it ended with what she guesses was when they kissed for the first time as husband and wife. You can see how out of it they were but there was something else there too.

As Kal looked down at the message attached,”

Saw you looking through your phone earlier, figured you were missing some picture memories. Hope this helps you when you wake up. Just know that I’m definitely saving these for when we decide to tell everyone what we did. Or maybe just keep them to myself for when I need a laugh. Maybe a good story to tell whoever we marry, and if they don’t find it funny than maybe we married the wrong people. Come tomorrow all I want you to know is I hope whoever you actually decide to marry keeps the smile on your face like you had in these pictures. Just something to remember this weekend by. “

As Kal looked through all pictures again and again. Saved, deleted, only to save again. As she re read his text over and over again. She opened the final picture once again and almost didn’t recognize the person looking back at her.

Yes this person was clearly intoxicated but she was happy, and she highly doubted if had anything to do with the alcohols

“ You really did a number this time Kal.” She said to herself as she put her phone on the end table and curled up. Sleep the last thing on her mind as everything she did now reminded her in some way of Riley.

“ All these things that I’ve done. Sin city under the sun. I came to win and I won. I’ll leave with you sittin’ shotgun. All these things that I’ve done. Sin city under the sun. I came to win and I won. Feels like a TKO, feels like the lowest boat. Yeah, yeah,yeah under the neon lights. It feels like we might get married in Vegas.”

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Summary: Logan ‘Sy’ Syverson, returns from his deployment. Maddy is 29 weeks pregnant with their first child, a girl, conceived the night before Sy was deployed. Sy hasn’t seen Maddy or the bump in person and to say he's excited is an understatement. Written in first person.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x ofc (Maddy Syverson)

Warnings: SMUT! Oral, slight MaleDom/FemSub, Pregnancy Sex, Bad Language, bodily fluids and fluff.

A/N: Hey guys! New around here (not really just been lurking in the background) Hope you enjoy this one shot. Got the name ‘Logan’ for Sy from @littlefreya. For the record I am English and this is set in a America soooo... Also, this is unedited and I'm slightly nervous!

I plodded towards the wardrobe and grabbed one of Sy's tshirts before pulling it over my head. It's one of the only things I can tolerate in this Texan heat and being pregnant. I then waddled downstairs to get some breakfast.

I groaned as a rolled my pregnant self over to climb out of bed. This baby makes me need to wee all the time. A second groan left my lips as I stood up and plodded towards the ensuite to relieve myself. Washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair resembled a birds nest. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth before making my way back to the bedroom.

I was greeted by Kal waiting for me by his bowl obviously after his breakfast.

"Okay Bear, I'll feed you" I said leaning down and stroking him, "your daddy is home today and Aika will be in a few days" he waged his tail to this obviously hearing the words 'daddy' and 'Aika'. Kal is an Akita who stays with me while Sy is on deployment, Aika is a German Sheppard that goes on deployment with Sy. This is their last deployment as Aika is retiring and Sy is moving to fire arms training. We found out I was pregnant just after he left for Iraq and as soon as he found out he was on the phone to his boss requested to move. I grabbed Kal's meat and scraped it into his bowl. I opened the door to let Kal out after he'd eaten. He quickly rain outside to do his business after he'd eaten. By then I had made a coffee and some toast and was sat on the sofa. As I was eating my breakfast the baby started to wiggle.

"Well good morning to you" I said rubbing my tummy, Kal running in and rested his head on my tummy, “You’ll finally meet your daddy today dot, and I need ti take you out in a bit Kal” I stroked Kal’s head before he got excited and bounced around. Laughed at him as I checked the time in my phone, 08:43. Sy’s plane landed at 12:03 so I had time to take Kal out quickly and get ready to drive to the airport.

After eating my breakfast I grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped my bra on underneath Sy’s Iron Maiden t-shit. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before shoving my phone in the back pocked of my shorts. Kal was already waiting for me by the door with his lead in his mouth.

“Alright boy, I’m coming” I called to him as I slipped my low top converse onto my slightly swollen feet. I clipped Kal’s lead to his collar and shoved my sunglasses on as I left the house. We walked towards the dog walking park near our house. We haven’t had any rain in a while so the grass resembled straw, tornado season had been and gone and summer was definitely here. Kal was already hot so we wont be having a long walk. In the summer the dogs get walked morning and evening. Kal ran round for 10 minutes or so before he decided he was too hot and wanted to go home.

By the time we reached home it was 10:15. My neighbour Hallie was taking her trash out.

“Morning Maddy” she called over the white picket post fence.

“Hey Hallie” I shouted waving back

“Sy’s back today isn’t he” she asked, I nodded in reponse “I bet you cant wait”

“I really can’t” I replied as I unlocked our large oak door, “I’m looking forward to soneone to help me put my shoes on. Thats becoming difficult” ‘I also need sex’ I thought to myself. I laughed slighty, we had sex a lot. By a lot a mean daily, sometimes maybe 2 or 3 times a day. Yup, I need sex.

“How loge do you have left” Hallie asked referring to my pregnancy.

“Around 12 weeks, Sy is having 6 months off before starting his new role in fire arms trainging, so that will be nice” I said resting my hand on my bump.

“Oh gosh” Hallie exclaimed, “Well look after yourself, we’ll have to all get together for a BBQ when Sy is back and settled”

“Yes we must, see you soon Hallie” I called waving to her as I walked into the house. I herd her shout bye back just as I was about to shut the front door. I unclipped Kal’s lead and he ran off to have a drink as I made my way upstairs to get ready.

I pulled out a floaty ditsy floral midi dress that was fitted at the top. The v shaped neckline and think straps accentuated my large swollen breasts. I laid it on the bed and quickly used the toilet before I sat at my dressing table. I decided to apply a light layer of make up, if I wore too much it woud just melt off of my face in this heat. I let my hair out of it’s top knot and ran my fingers through the curls to make it look presentable. I checked myself in the mirror, my blue eyes sparkled due to the brown eyeshadow I had applied. I applied a thick layer of lip gloss before getting up to get changed. 

I pulled off my tshirt and shorts and put on a white lacey thong and my white lacey maternity bra. I walked over to my full length mirror and took a picture of my bump in the mirror making sure the my breasts were obvious. I opened up Sy’s contact and attached the picture with the caption, ‘We can’t wait to see you daddy’. I sniggered before pressing send. Sy will see this before he see’s me and I know it will drive him mad. I pulled my dress on over my head before needing to rearrange it over my bump. I found my strappy wedges before sitting on the bed to put them on. Sy’ was a foot taller then me so I needed all the help I could get with my height. I then made my way downstirs again.

11:07

“SHOOT!” I shouted to myself. I rushed around and grabbed my bag throwing the food I had made for us in it along with the ‘Welcome home Daddy’ sign I had made which was rolled up,  my phone, purse and bottle of water. I grabbed the keys to our Ford Ranger and rushed out of the house. 

I arrived at the airport at 11:45. I managed to find a place close to the arrivals lounge to park. I spotted ‘Ocres’ girlfriend, Jaimie, sitting in the red chairs of the arrivals lounge. I waved and walked over to her.

“Maddy look at you!” she exclaimed standing up to give me a hug. I hugged her back before sitting down next to her, “How are you?” she asked after she had made herself comorftable.

“Fat and hot” I said laughing, “Still have 12 weeks to go roughly” I rubbed my bump slightly.

“You know, rumour has it that Sy said he would never stop being deployed. You must be a special person as he’s chaging his job role” Jaimie said as I grabbed my sub roll out of my bed to eat. I had made Sy his favourite pasta to eat on the way home. I took a bite and wiped sauce off of my lip before replying.

“And now look at me, fat and horny” I replied laughing, “Pregnancy hormones are no joke”

“Well I’m not surprised you’re married to Captain Big Dick, I’d miss that too” Jaimie said laughing. I had forgotten that’s what they called him. His nickname also didn’t lie. His cock stood proud at about 10 inches when erect, it had a good girth to it too. Thinking of his cock did not make my horniness any better. Jaimie and I sat talking until my phone buzzed. It was a message from Sy.

Don’t think they’ll be staying on for long when I get you home darlin, my cock is already desperate to be inside you.

Who says I’m still wearing them? I replied smirking. Jaimie and I made our way to the arrivals gate and I pulled out the rolled up sign as we waited for our men to appear.

We only waited 10 or so minutes before we saw some soilders arrive and their significant others run up to each other. Jaimie then saw Ocre and ran up to him. Ocre pulled her into his enbraced before kissing her. They then walked over to me hand in hand.

“Maddy” Ocre said greeting me, “Congratulations” he said pulling me into a hug. “Sy hasn’t shut up about you or the baby. Quite sweet really, slightly irritating but mainly sweet” I lauged at Ocres comment. I caughte a glimpse of Sy out of the corner of my eye. He was dressed in his military gear which always made my knees go weak. As soon as he saw me he started to jog towards me, i jogged towards him and we met in an embrace where he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me firmly,  with his hands on my ass, I felt the faimiliar flutter in my chest of his kisses.

“God I missed you Darlin,” He whispered to me in his thick Texan accent.

"I missed you to bear" I said kissing him again. He put me down and then nealt down and kissed my tummy.

"Hey there dot, hows my little princess doing in there?" He asked my tummy before kissing it again. She did a little wiggle and Sy's face lit up, "that's amazing" he gasped looking up to my. By now my eyes were starting to leak salty tears.

"She wriggles alot" I said as Sy stood up and pulled me into his chest.

"I love you Darlin'" he said wiping the tears away with his thumbs' "You look so beautiful carrying my daughter" he kissed me tenderly.

"I love you too bear" I whispered into he lips before kissing him again. He threw his bag back over his shoulder and held hand as me made our was over to Ocre and Jaimie.

"Miss Williams" Sy said greeting her, "you look well"

"Call me Jaimie Sy, I am well thank you" she replied greeting him back. We stood and chatted for a little while before we decided to head off.

"Right, I'm off to get laid" Sy announced making me laugh and blush at the same time, "Remember what I said Ocre, put a ring on it. It the best thing you'll ever do"

"Roger captain" he replied, "Oh and dont poke your daughter in the eye with that dick of yours" Si flipped him off as we walked off.

"He's only jealous of my big dick" he started laughing, "You made my trousers very uncomfortable earlier with that picture of yours.

"That was the idea Captain" I said to him smirking, "by the way I've made you your favourite meal to have on the way home"

"Thank you darlin', you're my favourite meal though" he replied smirking.

We arrived at the car and Sy chucked his bags in the back before we both climbed in. I grabbed the food out of my bag for Sy and passed it to him before shoving my bag in the foot well of the car. Sy unbuttoned his military shirt and took it off revealing the white tshirt underneath which he quickly untucked from his trousers.

The drive home took half an hour and you could feel the sexual tension in the car. Sy would glance across at my breasts and shift uncomfortably in his seat which in itself make my pussy tingle.

Whe we arrived by home I grabbed my back before walking up the drive to open the door. Sy soon followed with his bags. Kal barked and ran up to us as we walked through the door. He saw Sy and jumped up at him.

"Hey boy" he exclaimed as he dropped his bags in the hallway and made a fuss over him, "Did you miss me? I missed you too"

I opened the back door for Kal to go out.

"Come on Kal, toilet" I called, he left Sy and ran out into the garden. Sy walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me placing his hands on my bump. He kisses my neck as he pulled me close. I could feel his already hard cock through his trousers. I rubbed myself up against his crotch earning a groan from him. I turned around and kissed him passionately, his hands travelled to my ass and he massaged each ass cheek.

"I need you Maddy" he groaned into the kiss.

"I know Sy, me too" I moaned back. Kal ran back inside and Sy quickly locked the back door before picking up up the same way he did in the airport, which caused me to squeal and he carried me up the stairs.

He booted our bedroom door open then pushed it shut so we wouldn't get disturbed by Kal. He placed me down gently on the bed before he pulled his tshirt off and climbed between my legs. He hitched my dress up to above my bump. He placed lots of soft tender kisses over my tummy.

"Fuck Maddy, you're so beautiful" he groaned as he rubbed his crotch to relieve some of the built up pressure in there. He quickly pulled my dress off leaving me in just my lacey underwear. "These have grown" he growled as he massaged my tits. I moaned and quickly propped myself up on some pillows as I can't lie on my back for very long.

Sy leant down and kissed me hard, he deepened the kiss by darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I groaned as he rubbed the outside of my thong with his thigh. His kisses made their way down my body and he stopped at just above the top of my thong. He swiftly removed my thong and kissed my mound. I groaned with pleasure. Sy slipped a finger into my cunt earning a moan from me. He harshly sucked on my clit causing me to gasp and moan. He slid another finger into me and started to finger fuck me quickly. He licked circles around my clit with brief sucks and nibbles that he knows drive me mad. I could already feel my release starting to build up. The familiar burn started in the bottom of my tummy, my legs started to quiver around Sy's head and my cunt started to clench on his fingers. Sy sensed this too as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

"Ohhhh fuuuuckk, Syyyyyyy" I moaned as I tumbled over the edge. I felt him smirk into my pussy as a moaned and convulsed under his touch. He finger fucked me until I came down from my high. He moved up me and kissed me. Our tongues fought for dominance, our teeth clashed in desperation of us wanting to feel complete again. Sy pulled away and rid me of shoes. He then stood at the end of the bed and stripped him self of his trousers, boxers and socks leaving him standing there naked. He'd gotten bigger since being away, obviously been working out more. His beautiful cock stood proud begging for attention so I shuffled down to the end of the bed and took it in my mouth.

"Arg Maddy" he groaned as I started to move my mouth up and down his cock. He laced his left hand through my hair and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat to let Sy's cock down. I swallowed against his cock causing him to buck his hips and groan at the same time.

Suddenly Sy pulled away. He wiped away the dribble and precum from my chin. Before kissing me and pushing me back down on the best the best he could without putting pressure on my bump.

"I was about to cum Darlin', lord knows I need to paint your walls with my seed. 6 months is too long" he growled into my ear, "get on all fours" he ordered as he flipped me onto my front. He knelt on the bed and lined himself with my entrance. Slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into my pussy.

"Oh Sy" I gasped as his cock stretched my pussy walls. He stilled briefly as I got used to the size of him again, "Sy please, move" I begged.

"As you wish Darlin'" he quickly unclipped my bra which I threw to the floor, before he started to thrust in and out of me. "Ohhh Maddy, I've missed this pretty little cunt of yours" he groaned behind me.

Sy fucked me quick and hard. The same way that got me pregnant. The new sensation of my heavy tits slapping my bump and my nipples brushing the comforter turned me on even more. Neither of us were going to last much longer. Sy's thrusts were becoming less paced and more erratic. My body started to convulse in his grasp.

"Cum with me Darlin'" he grunted as my cunt started to tighten around his cock. He smacked my ass my orgasm hit.

"Unnggggg Syyyyyy" I moaned my cun convulsed around his cock. I felt myself squirt around his cock and onto his stomach. I could hear my juices squleching around as he fucked me to his release.

"AARGHH MADDY!" He called as I felt him still inside me. I felt his cock throb against my g-spot

"FUCK" I shouted loudly still riding my orgasm. I squirted again as he involuntarily fucked his cum into me causing me to convulse in his grasp. He held he tight to stop my legs from given out as my orgasm shook my body. He hissed as my cunt milked the very last of his cum out of his now sensitive semi hard cock.

I rolled onto my side and lay there panting. Sy collapsed down on the bed next to me. I laughed as my breathing started to become more normal.

"What?" Sy asked pulling my close so I was using his chest as a pillow.

"Nothing, I just love you that's all" I said leaving a soft kiss on his nipple.

"I love you both too" he said kissing the top of my head and stroking the side of my bump, our baby. "I'm never leaving my two girls again, ever" he muttered into my hair. He pulled the thin sheet over us and I felt my eyelids go heavy. We both drifted off into a content afternoon sleep. I think we might knew we would be needing as much energy as we could now Sy is back.

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Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 4

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.3k

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Three weeks pass by. Three whole weeks of Henry hoping he bumps into his favorite pair again, but no luck. After that time he saw Olivia and Vanessa on the curb and the four of them went to the park, was also the last time he saw them.

He seriously regrets not asking Olivia for her number, so he could arrange more of those kinds of “dates”.  He already has an excuse: “Kal needs to be around kids more and since Vanessa doesn’t have a dog, it’s a win-win situation, honestly”.

After Vanessa fell face first into the mud, the two of them left, because she was in need of a bath and Kal was too, because he thought it would be funny to roll into the dirt as well.

These weeks passed agonizingly slowly. The fact that he wasn’t working, isn’t helping at all.

It did gave him the time to realize one thing though: he is falling for someone he barely knows. Google searches for Olivia Tran didn’t bring him a lot, except one of the things he already knew: she’s a veterinarian at Animal Clinic Westside. No social media whatsoever, something that he finds pretty rare and unique.

But finally the day he has been looking forward to has arrived. He is sitting in the waiting room of his favorite animal clinic. He hasn’t seen her yet and he sure hopes that she’s even working today and if so, that she is going to help him out. If she isn’t helping him and Kal, then it’s the universe telling him she is not the one for him.

If she does help them, he needs to ask her out, because he doesn’t know if he can’t endure time apart from her again.

While he is waiting with Kal, Henry looks around at the other animals, even the creepy bird who hasn’t stopped staring at him. For a second Henry is afraid that the bird will recognize him, but he shakes off that thought before he can think about it even more.

A door opens and he hears: ‘Kal?’

He noticed how in this clinic (and maybe elsewhere too, he doesn’t know), they call in the patients by the names of the animals, instead of the owners. He is eternally grateful, not wanting to draw attention that he is in fact Henry Cavill.

He looks up and sees his favorite vet standing in a doorway. He can’t help but smile. He notices a bright grin on her face and from that alone, this day can’t be ruined if it’s up to him.

Besides, he needs to ask her out now.

Henry stands up, tugs Kal’s leash and walks over to the doctor. Olivia steps to the side, letting him and Kal go into the room first. he smells great, he thinks to himself. Like lavender, he didn’t notice that before.

‘We should weigh him first,’ she says, placing her clipboard to the side. ‘He does look slimmer already.’

‘I’ve been restraining myself,’ he laughs. ‘It’s just really hard to say no to this face.’

‘Weak,’ she comments, chuckling in the process. Henry knew he missed her, but after that comment left her lips, he didn’t realized how much he missed her. ‘Come on, Kal, get your fat ass on the scale.’

Henry places his hand over his mouth, but a loud laugh leaves his lips anyways, especially when Olivia looks at him with a playful look on her face. She checks the screen and claps her hands when she hears a soft beep, indicating the scale is done measuring Kal’s weight. ‘Good boy, Kal, you lost three whole kilos already.’ She presses a kiss on top of his head and looks up at Henry. ‘You’re not as weak as I expected you to be, mister Cavill.’

Henry smiles, as he’s taking in her appearance. Those two times he saw her, she was already breathtaking, but there is something different about her today. Is she wearing lipstick? He notices her hair isn’t in the usual bun. Her wavy locks frame her face and when she runs her fingers through it, he has to look the other way, because damn, she is beautiful and this isn’t the time to faint.

‘Anyways,’ she says, a blush appearing on her cheeks, probably because Henry kept gawking at her, ‘this big boy needs to get his shots today.’

‘I do have to tell you, he isn’t the greatest with needles,’ Henry warns her.

She nods. ‘Aren’t you projecting your own fears on your dog?’ she jokingly asks him.

He wonders if she’s like this with other clients or if she strictly reserves this for him. He sure hopes it’s the latter, though he feels a bit attacked, because it may be true, that thing she said about projecting his own fears on his dog. ‘No, he really doesn’t like them,’ he says nonetheless.

Olivia prepares two shots for the big canine, who keeps staring at her, but letting out a small whimper. ‘I know, baby,’ she says to Kal in a higher voice, ‘it may be scary, but it’s over before you know it.’

She sits next to him, pats his head, while Henry crouches down near the dog as well. He can’t help but stare at her. She is so pretty and the way she is comforting the dog, he falls even more in love with her.

When she grabs the syringe, Henry swallows hard, while Kal’s entire body shakes with excitement.

Olivia glances at him, before she sticks the needle into Kal’s thigh. He doesn’t even whine, but Henry rubs his own face. ‘Are you okay, Henry?’ she asks, but he doesn’t hear what she says anymore, because he passes out.

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Henry wakes up in the corner of a room, his back pressed against the wall and his legs sprawled out in front of him. Kal is no where near him, while Henry swore they were together before he fell asleep.

He had a nice dream, of the beautiful doctor at the animal clinic. He dreamed that they were sitting in the park, her head against his shoulder, as they watched Vanessa and Kal play. It was nice to dream about her like that, just like he did that in those three weeks he didn’t see her.

He tries to remember where he is and when he looks around, he sees he is at the animal clinic. The examination table, his own dog sitting next to doctor Olivia Tran, who walks up to him and crouches down in front of him. ‘You’re up,’ she says with a chuckle. ‘For such a big guy, I never assumed you’d pass out like that, simply because I was giving your dog a shot.’

‘Oh fuck,’ he mumbles, rubbing his face, a sad attempt to cover his flushed cheeks. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘No need to, it was kind of funny, especially when I had to drag you around this examination room and had to explain to the assistant that the loud thud she heard, was the owner that collapsed and not the overweight dog,’ she laughs, handing him a paper cup filled with some water. ‘Here, drink this.’

He takes a tiny sip, still embarrassed of what happened to him. God, did he really just pass out in the examination room because his dog was getting a shot? ‘This is really painful,’ he chuckles, hoping it helps him not to feel the shame he is feeling right now, but it’s not working at all.

She places a slender hand on his calve, causing him to hold his breath because of the sudden touch. Him passing out like that, does have his perks come to think of it. ‘Listen, it happens to the best of us. The first time I had to help deliver a lamb, I threw up and passed out in my own vomit, in front of the entire class, so honestly: it’s okay.’

Olivia stands up again and holds out a hand. He carefully places his in hers and she pulls him up, though he mostly pushes himself up, because he is afraid he’ll drag her down. Not that he would compla—

No, he can’t think like that, not when his jeans is already this tight. Later tonight he can think about the possibilities that came with her pulling him up.

‘Thanks, Olivia,’ he says.

‘Are you feeling okay? You want something sweet to eat, before you hit the road again?’

That is so thoughtful of her. ‘Maybe some sugar would be of help,’ he says.

‘Perks of having a six year old,’ Olivia says, rummaging through her purse, ‘I’m always prepared for emergencies.’ She hands him over two candy bars. ‘You can have those, Vanessa doesn’t like them anyways.’

‘How is Vanessa doing, by the way?’

Henry might not know Olivia very well, but what he does know, is that something happened.

‘Is everything okay?’ he asks.

‘Yeah, it’s just that her teacher continues to pester me about how Vanessa should change her work ethic, which I think is too much to ask of a six year old and… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t bother you with this. You probably don’t even care.’

‘No, I do care,’ he quickly says. Way too quickly.

Olivia sighs deeply. ‘I’m just worried about my girl sometimes. Comes with becoming a parent I guess.’

He wishes he could agree. ‘Listen, it might be extremely inappropriate, but I have to ask.’ He can hear the wise words his common sense is screaming. Abort mission. Don’t do it, Cavill. For the love of God, don’t ask the gorgeous doctor out on a date. ‘Would you like to go out with me? Like… Tonight? For dinner?’

Olivia crosses her arms in front of her chest. Why isn’t she saying anything? ‘As in a date or as a thank you for saving your dog?’

She is not making it easy for him and he has to give her props for that. That’ll teach him from asking cute women out, who just smiled at him and were nice to his dog. ‘A date,’ he says, all of the sudden not too sure about this action anymore. ‘I know it might be weird, because of what you do for a living and how we met, but I… I’m really interested in you.’

‘In me as a person or what’s in my pants?’

Well both, but he can’t say that, without looking like an absolute creep. ‘In you as a person, what kind of man do you think I am?’

She chuckles. ‘A man who is afraid of needles and can’t say no to his dog,’ she tells him. ‘I’ll go out with you tonight. Can you remember my number or do you want to put it in your phone?’

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It took Henry about three hours to go through his entire closet, just to find the perfect outfit for tonight. He didn’t want to look like such a try hard, but he also didn’t want to look like a slob. He eventually opts for a simple black sweater with some fitted jeans and his Chelsea boots. It’s casual, yet it has a fancy streak to it. He grabs the grey blazer from the hanger and while he checks the pockets, he hears Kal whimper, who lays flat on his bed. ‘We’re going out tonight, bud,’ he tells the large canine. ‘You are going to keep Vanessa and her babysitter company, while I’m going out on a date with Olivia.’

He still can’t believe this is happening. He asked the doctor out on a date and the most bizarre thing of it all, was that she said yes.

Olivia Tran said yes to him.

He would lie if he said that he wasn’t nervous. In all honesty, he is about to die from his nerves.

He checks the clock and realizes he should leave his place now. He clicks his tongue, causing Kal to follow Henry downstairs. He puts on Kal’s leash and when he closed off his place, the two of them get in the car. He hums along with the song on the radio, as he drives to her house.

In the past he went on tons of dates. He likes dates, getting to know someone and finding out whether or not they are compatible. But there is something different about this date. He wants to get to know more about Olivia, but he is afraid that once she gets to know him, she’s not interested in him anymore.

He parks his car in front of her house and he takes a deep breath, trying to procrastinate the moment that he has to walk up to the door. Kal whines, as if he knows where they are and he sees that as a moment to get out of the car. The two of them walk up to the door and he rings the doorbell.

‘Mommy,’ Vanessa says from the other side of the door, ‘Henry is here.’

‘Do not open the door!’

‘But mom…’

‘Sweetheart, what if it’s not Henry, but a pervert?’ Olivia asks.

‘Oh my God, Olivia, the person on the other side of the door can hear you!’ he hears a different female voice scream and he can’t help but chuckle. He wondered what kind of household Olivia would have and somehow this situation seems fitting.  

‘Mom, what’s a pervert?’ Vanessa asks.

‘A disgusting human being,’ Olivia explains.

‘Is Henry a pervert? I thought he was Superman?’

‘Olivia, I mean it,’ the other woman says, ‘people on the other side of the door can hear you two.’

The door finally opens and he sees both Vanessa and Olivia standing in the doorway. ‘Hi Henry,’ his already favorite duo say in unison.

‘Hi there,’ he says with a smile. It’s six in the evening and Vanessa is already in her pajama. From the looks of it, it’s light pink with bears on it.

Kal pushes past him, to give the little girl a lick on her cheek, causing her to giggle.

As endearing as that sight may be, he can’t help but look at Olivia, who wears a grey plaid pants paired with a black shirt that hugs her upper body. The outfit shows off her godly proportions. He even sees a hint of tattoos on her arms, but she grabs a coat and it covers them up before he can see them properly.

But if he saw it correctly and she does have tattoos… That’s almost unfair. She is already beautiful, but add tattoos in the mix and that gives him enough to dream about tonight.

Another woman appears in the doorway and she hums in approval. ‘It’s such a shame that I wasn’t on call when your dog started to throw up,’ she says with a smile. She extends her hand and says: ‘Hi, I’m Belle.’

He saw her earlier today. She is another vet and when he was paying for the appointment, she bumped her hip against Olivia’s and they shared a look, one that best friends share. Guess Belle is the certified baby sitter. He quickly shakes her hand. ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Henry.’

‘God, you were right, Olivia,’ Belle says, ‘he is even more handsome in real life.’

Henry detects a fire red blush on Olivia’s cheeks, but she looks down and slips on a pair of boots that have a heel, something he hasn’t seen her wear before. He wants to take in her entire appearances, glancing her over more than once, but he restrains himself, since he doesn’t want to look overly eager.

‘That must be a sign that we need to go,’ Olivia says, before she pinches her friend in her side. She leans down, to give Vanessa a kiss. ‘Be nice to auntie Belle and Kal, okay?’

‘Okay, mommy,’ Vanessa says. ‘Can Kal sleep in my room tonight?’

‘He can,’ Olivia says.

The little girl smiles and looks up at Henry. ‘Is that okay with you too, mister Henry?’ she asks. ‘Kal is your dog.’

‘He can sleep in your room,’ Henry says, touched by the fact that she actually thought she should ask him about this. Olivia is raising such a lovely and polite girl. He truly admires her.

While Olivia rummages through her purse, Belle crouches down and whispers something in Vanessa’s ear.

‘Okay, I’m ready to go,’ Olivia says with a smile.

‘Enjoy your night,’ Vanessa says to the both of them, as Olivia steps out of the doorway. ‘And you two shouldn’t have too much fun.’

Henry nearly chokes on his own spit. ‘Belle, I swear to—’ Olivia wants to say something, but swallows the words before she can express her true feelings. ‘I love you, Vanessa,’ Olivia says to her daughter.

‘I love you too,’ she says to her mother. ‘Will you give me a kiss when you get back?’

‘Of course, angel.’

Vanessa smiles. ‘Bye, mister Henry,’ she says to him.

‘Bye sunshine,’ he says to the young girl, who starts to beam with happiness when she hears her new nickname. He doesn’t know where “sunshine” came from, it just slipped out.

Olivia and Henry walk to his car, but he can’t help but notice how she keeps looking up to him. He opens the door for her and he watches her get in. He waves to the two—three, if you include Kal—in the doorway, before he gets in himself.

‘I’m sorry,’ Olivia says, the second the door closes.

‘No need to,’ Henry laughs, starting his car. ‘It was funny.’

She snorts, while she waves to Belle, Kal and her daughter as he drives off. ‘Well, leave it to Belle to embarrass me.’

‘She a close friend?’

Olivia nods. ‘Very close friend. When I found out I was pregnant with Vanessa, she was there for me when no one else was. She forced me to live in her house for a while, even after Vanessa was born.’

Henry frowns. ‘I thought it was just your ex who wasn’t there for you.’

She sighs. ‘Well, my parents and two brothers weren’t too keen on me having a kid out of wedlock. My mom kicked me out seven years ago and since that moment, no one has tried to contact me. I haven’t seen them ever since.’

This is un-fucking-believable. He knows for sure that, had this happened within his family, his brothers would be over the moon to be an uncle of yet another kid and his parents would love another addition to the family.

And her family just kicks her out?

‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ he says and he means it from the bottom of his heart. ‘Were you close with your family?’

She shrugs. ‘Growing up I was. Not really with my mom, but with my father and brothers I was super close. I thought that they would love it, a little bean added to the family. Guess I was wrong. But you know, I have Belle, so that’s enough for me right now.’

Right now. That means the door is open for someone else, right? Or is he trying to read something that isn’t there?

‘By the way,’ she says, ‘how did you come up with “sunshine”?’

Why does Henry feels like he just got caught? ‘Just slipped, I guess. I’m so—’

‘Don’t you dare apologize, Cavill,’ she interrupts him. ‘I love the nickname and did you see Vanessa’s face?’

He does actually. He recalls the way her face lit up with happiness and pride.

Olivia looks to the side and when he stops for the traffic lights, he meets her gaze. She smiles. ‘I’m really happy we’re on this date,’ she says. ‘And maybe I’m a bit rusty in the whole dating department and is what I’m about to say way too blunt, but I need to tell you that you look really handsome tonight.’

Maybe that is too blunt, but Henry doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all. His hands get a bit clammy. ‘Thank you, Olivia. Allow me to be just as blunt.’

‘Surprise me.’

‘You look stunning and I’m really happy that you agreed on going out with me.’

A/N: Don’t worry, the next chapter will cover their date 😉

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[somethinginthewayiam]

House Party

(This is a continuation of Acquaintances)

Pairing: Henry x reader

Warnings: fluff, a little smutty, thigh riding, hand job, and more fluff

Words: 3632

Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve seen Henry and you thought he forgot about you until he showed up at your door one day. But because you had to go to work, you weren’t able to spend some more time with him. That all changed when you friend drags you to a friend of friend’s house party and you run into him again...

a/n: after the overwhelming response to Acquaintances I HAD to make a second part. Thank you all so much for your kind words and high demand of a part 2! I tagged everybody who wanted to be tagged or said they wanted a part 2. I hope nobody got tagged against their will. Enjoy!!

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It’s been 10 days since Henry had kissed you in front of your apartment building, not that you were counting. But despite your hopes, you didn’t run into him again. You had your hopes up that he might be at the bar again at your next Friday night with your friends. He wasn’t.

After a short wave of disappointment when you didn’t spot him anywhere, you got back to reality and your group of friends. Of course, he forgot about you. He was a celebrity and you’re just a normal girl. Two worlds that don’t match.

He said that he liked the hunt and you surely weren’t an easy target. But maybe you didn’t seem interested enough. Honestly, you didn’t even know yourself if you were actually interested in him. But the kiss was really nice though…

You were putting your hair up in a ponytail and put some pink tainted lip balm on your lips before you turned off the lights in your bathroom. You took your phone off the charger and threw it in your bag together with your keys.

You had your hand on the door handle when your intercom buzzed, indicating someone being at the main door downstairs. “Hello?”, you asked surprised after pushing the talk-button. Maybe some package deliverer who tried every button until someone buzzed him in.

“Y/N?”, you heard a male voice, vaguely familiar. “Yes?”, you answered, unsure what this was about. “Hi, it’s me, Henry”, the voice said and your head snapped back, looking at the intercom with big eyes. Fuck! What was he doing here? And why now when you were on your way to your afternoon shift at the restaurant?

You checked the time on your phone. Shit, you had to get going. You pushed the talk-button again. “I’ll be down in a sec”, you told him and got out of your apartment. You locked the door and rushed down the four flights of stairs.

When you walked towards the big main entrance door, you saw him standing outside, a big black and white dog on a leash next to him. When you came closer to the door and he was able to see you, a big smile appeared on his face and he gave you a little wave.

“And I was afraid you would break your stalker-promise”, you said as you came out and made him chuckle. You didn’t know what to do as you had kissed the last time you saw each other. You just opted for the most awkward option and gave him a quick hug.

“How did you know which apartment to ring up?”, you asked when you stepped back and put your hands in your pockets. “There are 3 Y/N’s. I just tried everyone”, Henry confessed. You felt your cheeks blushing and bit down on your lip to keep the corners of your mouth from curling up.

“And what brings you here today?”, you asked him, the undertone in your voice that it has been a while since you saw each other clearly audible. An apologetic grin appeared on his face.

“I was out of town the past week. Work reasons”, he told you. “I got back last night and when I walked Kal today, I thought I’ll come over and ask if you want to join us”, he continued and nodded at the bear of a dog to his feet. And just like that he has explained why he was absent for the past 10 days. Smooth little fucker.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Kal”, you said and crouched down in front of the dog. “It’s an Akita, right?”, you asked and looked up at Henry as you let the dog sniff your hand. “Yes, you’re right, he’s an American Akita. I’m impressed you know that”, Henry looked at you in awe, but you didn’t notice as you patted the furry friend in front of you.

“I always wanted one when I was little but our flat was too small and both my parents worked full-time jobs. We simply didn’t want to do that to any dog for that matter”, you told him as you got up again.

“So, do you want to join us?”, he asked as you hadn’t answered his initial question yet. “I’d love to”, you said and made him smile, “but I’m on my way to work”, you told him with an apologetic look on your face.

“Oh, well. I couldn’t expect you to be free when showing up unannounced”, he said but the disappointment clearly visible on his face, which you found very cute. “Where are you off to in the middle of the afternoon?”, he asked as he checked his watch for the time. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”, you said with a chuckle and pushed the strap of your bag onto your shoulder again.

“Why won’t you tell me where you work? Is it a secret? Are you a spy?”, he asked and a playful smile appeared on his face. “No, it’s just fun to tease you about it”, you shrugged your shoulders. You got on your tiptoes to give him a peck on his cheek before you walked past him.

“I’m not off saving the world, that’s for sure. That’s your job Superman!”, you winked at him while walking backwards before you turned around and walked off into the direction of the bus station.

 Later that week, your friend Julie, who was also at the bar when you met Henry, invited you to a house party. It was the friend from a guy she met at bar that night you left with Henry. Apparently, after you were gone, a group of men joined your table and Julie hit it off with one of them. To the extend that she took him home that night to hook up as what was only supposed to be a one-night-stand but they have met several times since.

You shared a cab with Julie and were on your way to an address your friend had given the driver. Since she didn’t say anything specific about the type of party you were going to, you were wearing your favorite ripped, black jeans, a white blouse that hung off your left shoulder and showed off the strap of your black lace bra and a pair of adidas sneakers. Your eyes were framed with black eyeliner and your lips were painted in a bright red. Your favorite leather jacket shielded you from the cold of the night.

When the cab drove into the noble parts of London, you felt a little more underdressed with every house you passed. “Julie, why didn’t you say I should have dressed up?”, you asked your friend and turned away from the window. “Because you don’t, you look great as always”, Julie waved off your concern. Since she was wearing a big coat, you couldn’t see if she dressed up.

“His friend might be some rich dude, but Paul said it’s a casual evening with friends. So, don’t worry”, she continued and the next moment the cab already stopped. It wasn’t like you were able to change now anyway.

You huffed out loud as you followed Julie out of the car. “Hey, baby”, she walked directly towards a guy waiting at an open garden door. He threw his finished cigarette to the ground and put it out with his foot before he wrapped his arms around your friend, welcoming her with a passionate kiss. You looked away to give them a moment of intimacy. “Hey babe”, he said when he pulled back. Those two seemed so in love, but you hoped there wouldn’t only be couples around as this would make for a very boring night for you.

“This is my friend, Y/N”, Julie introduced you and took a step to the side, her arm still around Paul. “Hi, nice to meet you”, you shook his hand. This way you could see that he was just wearing some ordinary jeans and a dress shirt. So maybe Julie was right that it was just a casual night at a friend’s house, despite the wealthy area that surrounded you.

“Let’s go inside”, Paul motioned towards the door and led the way, Julie in his arms and you right behind them. He held the door open for both of you. You were greeted by a big dog right when you sat your foot over the threshold. “And there’s the man of the house”, Paul said and patted the dog’s side before he took his jacket off.

“Let me take your coats”, Paul offered and helped first Julie and then you out of your jackets to hang them on the already well filled coat hanger by the door. Meanwhile the dog sniffed the new guests. When he was in front of you, you recognized the dog as an Akita, a very familiar Akita. When he smelled your hand and also recognized you, he barked as if he wanted to greet you.

“Hey, Kal, settle down”, you heard a deep voice and the next moment, Henry came through a door that seemingly belonged to the living room.

“Who’s the stalker now?”, Henry asked with an amused smile when he spotted you in the hallway. “Henry?”, you yelped in surprise. “What are you doing here?”, you asked him the first thing that popped into your head. “I live here. That’s my party”, he quickly explained.

“You two know each other?”, Julie asked interested. “We met at the bar a few weeks ago”, you told her but your eyes were glued to Henry who held your gaze as well. “I didn’t see you talking to him then”, Julie thought out loud and gave you an indecisive look. This would mean a round of questions later on.

“Henry, this is Julie”, Paul introduced your friend to his. “She’s my…”, Paul stopped and looked at Julie, who was already clinging to him again. “We didn’t actually talk about that yet”, he said to the woman in his arms. “No, we didn’t”, she said with the brightest smile on her lips. The word girlfriend hanging between them in the air. You and Henry exchanged a look behind their backs, holding back your giggles. They were so sweet, it was almost gross.

“Well, whatever she is to you, she’s welcome”, Henry said and invited them into the living with a stretched-out arm into the room’s direction. You wanted to follow them in but just when you wanted to step through the doorframe, Henry put his arm in front of you, building a barrier.

“Do I have to be with Paul to be welcomed here too?”, you joked and raised an eyebrow at him. “There’s toll to pay”, he smirked at you. “Either you tell me what you do for a living or…”, and his smile got a bit dirtier, “I’ll get a kiss”, he told you the conditions. You chuckled to yourself and at his cockiness.

Right at that moment, Kal ran into the living room and pressed past his owner, making him look down. You used his distraction to your advantage and just dived under his arm. You laughed out loud at his facial expression. “You’re really obsessed with my occupation”, you shook your head at him. “Just because you make such a secret out of it”, he let his hand fall to his side, sighing defeated.

“How about you get me a drink and I’ll tell you all about it”, you winked at him and patted Kal, your secret ally, who was sitting by your feet.

 You were talking with some new people, always looking over at Henry, who was talking to Paul and another friend in the opposite corner. He was looking over at you too, stealing glances.

“Excuse me”, you excused yourself from the little group and walked over to Henry. “Sorry, Henry, but could you tell me where the bathroom is?”, you asked him. “Sure. I’ll show you”, he said and with a hand on the small of your back, he led you out of the living room.

He led you upstairs, being right on your heels at all times, admiring your ass as you walked up in front of him. “It’s the last door on the right”, he told you and accompanied you until you were right in front of the door.

“Thank you”, you said and with that you pushed him against the wall and started kissing him. Henry’s surprise passed rather quickly. Not only did he kiss you back, he snaked his arm around your waist and spun you around so it was you who was pressed against the wall.

His tongue dove past your lips and played with yours. His arm was still around you while his other hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close to him. Your back arched off the wall, pressing against his front. You moaned into the kiss. You felt a tingling in your stomach as his thumb ran across the skin of your neck.

Your hand moved between your bodies, wandering down his hard abs and past the waistband of his jeans. Henry growled at your lips as you cupped his hardening cock from the outside, pressing his hips into your hand. You gulped at the size you felt. You were overcome with an urge to put your hand inside his pants.

You pulled your hand and your lips away from him at the same time. Henry’s eyes were glazed over and looked at you a bit rattled at the loss of contact. You reached over and opened the door of the bathroom. You walked inside and pulled Henry with you. When you closed the door behind you, you locked it before you turned around to him.

It was a big bathroom with a big tub and a separate shower next to it. “Nice bathroom”, you complimented when you took a look around. “Thanks”, he simply said. The next moment, your lips were captured by his again.

His hands moved under your blouse, exploring your skin with his big hands. You pressed up against him, feeling his growing bulge at your stomach. Your hands wandered to the zipper of his jeans. You opened the button and pulled down the zipper. You paused a second at every action to give him the chance to back out. You were glad he didn’t.

You let your hand wander into his briefs and cupped his bare cock. You were right, he was big. You closed your fingers around his girth and started pumping him slowly.

Henry pulled back and looked down to your hand in his pants, watching it move inside. “Fuck, Y/N”, he mumbled and closed his eyes for a second. You took the chance to admire his gorgeous face. When he opened his eyes again, your gazes met and you felt like the world around you didn’t exist anymore.

Henry started to open your jeans, also giving you every chance to back out, but you didn’t take it. His hand wandered into your panties while your hand was still around his cock. His fingers went down to your opening. His middle finger brushed over your clit and it made you gasp.

Your head fell forward, resting against his chest. His finger went even further and carefully dipped into your center. “So wet, already”, he mumbled at your temple as he pushed his finger further into you. The grip around his cock got tighter as your pussy clenched around his finger inside you.

You pulled his hard cock out of his briefs and pushed his pants further down to his knees. Henry removed his finger from you which made you frown for a second before you realized he was pushing your jeans down your legs as well. You let go of him to step out of your shoes and push your pants completely off but leaving your panties on.

You pushed Henry back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bathtub. You pushed him down to sit on it and straddled his left thigh. You haven’t seen such a deliciously thick thigh on any man before. You needed to feel it between your legs.

Before you sat down completely, your own hand found its way into your panties, collecting some of your wetness on your fingers. When you finally sat down on his thigh, your wet fingers wrapped around his hard cock in front of you.

As you started rocking your hips back and forth, you also began pumping him in the same rhythm. Your free arm snaked around his neck, holding on to him for balance. His left arm wrapped around your back, pushing you against him when you moved back, helping you ride his thigh. His other hand ran up and down your naked thigh, squeezing the soft flesh.

He didn’t know if he should kiss you again or watch your hand jerk him off. You took the decision from him as you pressed your lips on his, your tongue exploring his mouth again.

You grinded your crotch harder into his thigh, your panties completely soaked at this point. Your hand moved fast over his cock, collecting the precum with your thumb and twisting your wrist over the big mushroom head.

You only let go of his cock to spit into your own hand, making it nice and wet for him. When you continued to pump him, you felt him throbbing in your hand.

“Fuck, where have you been all my life?”, Henry looked at you in awe. You threw your head back with a lewd smile on your lips, rocking your hips faster.

Henry’s lips latched onto your neck, kissing and licking your skin. It sent shivers right to your core. “Fuck, Henry, I’m gonna cum”, you whined and your hand around his neck found its way into his hair, pulling at them with a tight grip.

His hand around your back moved down to your ass and pushed you forward when you pushed back, guiding you over his thigh. You tried to match the movement of your hand on his cock with the fast pace of your hips.

“Y/N…”, Henry pressed out, his mouth falling open. His cock literally pulsated in your hand. Your head fell forward and you rested your forehead against his.

Your orgasms hit at the same time. You jerked on his thigh, squeezing it hard with your own thighs around it. Henry’s grip on your hips got tighter while he pushed his pelvis up, thrusting into your hand. You felt his cum dripping down your hand and you slowed your movement, being careful with his sensitive tip.

“Oh god”, you breathed out, trying to get your breath back to normal as you came down from your high. “Fuck, that was good”, Henry said and his cheeks were flushed just like yours.

You waited a moment before you got up from his thigh as you didn’t trust your own legs at this point. Henry used that moment of silence to kiss you again, much gentler this time.

You slowly got off of him, careful not to touch anything with your cum-covered hand. You walked over to the sink and washed it off with warm water.

Henry pulled his pants back up but stopped in his movements when he didn’t see you doing the same. He shot you a questioning look. “I actually need to go”, you said and looked at the toilet and back to him. “Oh”, Henry’s eyes got big as he realizes. He finished pulling his pants back up and closed the zipper. “I will let you get to it then”, he said and after giving you a quick peck on the lips, left the bathroom.

 On your way back down, you suddenly got pulled into a room. It was Henry and it was his bedroom. "Is this your bedroom?", you still asked the obvious question. He hummed in response and his hands found your face, cupping your cheeks as he brought his lips to yours. You quickly deepened the kiss.

Your hands roamed his body. His lips felt good on yours but the rest was a bit too much. Even after what you just did. You were still overwhelmed by your surprisingly strong orgasm.

"Henry, I can't. It's too fast for me", you said and took a step back, inching closer to the door. Henry immediately let go of you, not wanting you to feel forced into anything you didn't want. "Of course. I'm sorry for just pulling you into this room", he apologized.

Even though it was quite dark in here, you knew he had that apologetic look on his face. "It's okay. I'm flattered by the intention", you told him as you walked up to him and kissed him on his lips. But you broke the kiss quite quickly this time.

"Let's go back downstairs before anybody assumes the worst", you mentioned and grabbed his hand. You interlaced your fingers with his and pulled him out of the room. "Let me take you on a proper date", he asked you before you reached the stairs.

"Really?", you asked, not able to take the hopeful undertone out of your voice. "Really", he nodded with an amused smile at your question. He bent forward and pressed another kiss to your lips before you got back downstairs to the others.

Julie gave you a certain look when you came back into the living room, the obvious question on her face. You just shook your head and sat down where you had been sitting before. Without having to ask for it, Henry brought you a new beer and you spent the rest of the night talking before you took a cab home.

Here is Part 3 (Third Date Rule)

[clonewarslover55]

The Threesome Walon Vau X Fem!Reader X Kal Skirata

Here it is!! The early Christmas(Or whatever you celebrate) present!! You all asked for some typical arguing old Mando men arguing, but with a smutty twist. I hope you all enjoy. Feedback is what I live off of!!!! So please like and reblog!

Notes: I have never written a threesome before so I am warning you guys, it may suck. Please tell me what you think

Warnings: Walon Vau bites, threesome, vaginal fingering, anal sex, Vau and Kal arguing, teasing, Mandalorian men being cocky, Walon talks to much, Kal is short, unprotected sex(be safe!!!) competitive men being competitive, !Walon Vau has a british accent! Walon Vau is my favorite husband so if I played favorites I apologize 

You stood between the two Mandalorian men, one removing your clothes while the other kissed the sensitive skin of your neck. “You remove clothes too quickly Kal, you need to draw it out.” Kal snorted at the accented voice of Walon Vau. 

“Just shut up.” The shorter man quipped, his fingers working a little slower on your clothes now. Vau winked at you and gave Kal an offended look. “Can you not remove a bra you old di’kut??” Kal opened his mouth to speak but shut his mouth with a click when Vau suddenly pulled a knife from his boot, cutting your bra off in one slice. 

“Walon!!-“ You gasped, your skin getting nicked slightly. He only hummed, licking the droplets of blood away from the cut. “He skipped your bra, we can’t have these beautiful breasts being hidden from view.” He nearly purred as he cupped your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and threw your head back at the heated touch.

Kal rolled his eyes at Vau’s expression as he finally got you to step out of your clothes and shoes, “Perfect.” The shorter man groaned, giving your ass a nice squeeze. Your eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure from Walon’s mouth and large hands playing with your sensitive breasts. Kal kneaded your ass some, his calloused fingers lighting your skin on fire. 

You gasped when two thick fingers ran along your slit, gathering up some of your wetness before rubbing your clit with his thumb. Kal slowly pushed two calloused fingers inside of you, thrusting them slowly. 

You moaned and shivered, your desire coating his hand. “You’re not making her clench around your fingers properly! You can’t even pleasure a woman with your hand, no wonder your wife left you.” Walon snarked. Kal sneered and scissored his fingers inside of you, making you gasp. “Oh you think you can do better??” Vau scoffed in that royal way of his. 

Kal yanked his fingers from you, making you moan at the rough movement. “You need to learn how to finger a woman properly Kal.” Walon rolled his eyes as he slowly pushed two long fingers into your cunt. Kal held your hips still, his chapped lips pressing against your shoulder blades. 

Their arguing was normal, but their heated movements luckily kept you in the mood. Vau scissored his fingers, finding your most sensitive spot way too quickly. You cried out, Kal holding you in place. “See, that’s how you properly finger fuck a woman.” Walon spoke heatedly, his voice cocky.

Walon removed his fingers from your heat, causing you to whine softy. He sucked his fingers clean, the sight making you shiver. Lightning bolts of excitement shot straight to your cunt, “Now do what I did.” He nearly purred the words, which made you shiver more. Kal sneered at Vau, quickly thrusting his fingers back into your cunt. Kal shifted his fingers like Walon just had done, making you cry out in pleasure. 

Kal found that sensitive spot deep inside of your cunt, rubbing a calloused finger against it. You came on his fingers quickly, leaning on Walon’s bare chest for support. Your legs quaked as you panted, Kal’s thick fingers helping you ride out your orgasm. Kal kissed along your shoulders as Vau went back to playing with your breasts. 

The pleasure was so great that you had to close your eyes again, your body shivering in excitement for what they had planned for you. Kal removed his shirt and pants quickly, Walon removing his pants more slowly. Vau had to draw everything out because he was more of a tease than Kal. 

“I’d be a lot more turned on if I didn’t have to look at your ugly face Walon.” Vau snorted, removing his lips from your nipple with a pop, “That’s a poor excuse for not being able to get it up anymore, Skirata.” You giggled slightly but immediately stopped when Kal pinched your ass. 

Walon smirked and nudged your legs open with his own, his lean hands stroking along your sides. Kal got closer to you, his hard cock pressed up against your ass as he kissed your shoulders. Vau rubbed the head of his cock against your dripping core, “Luckily I’m here, so you won’t be too disappointed by Kal.” 

The shorter man growled at Vau, causing you to bite your lip. They were both about to fuck you brainless but they kept arguing. Lucky for you, their arguing and teasing is pretty funny and never really gets old. You went to tell them to shut up, instead crying out when Kal pushed his lubed up cock into your hole without warning.

“Fuck.” He gripped your hips, keeping you steady on your wobbly legs. Once your hole adapted to the size of Skirata, Vau slowly slid into your cunt. This was not your first time doing it with the two stubborn Mandalorians, but the feeling was just as incredible as it was the first time. 

Luckily they shut their mouths when they were inside of you, your body clenching them too tight for them to think of any snarky remarks. They worked well together when they wanted to, which quickly had you writhing between the two men. 

Vau and Kal held you steady as they fucked into you, keeping in rhythm with one another. You gasped when Walon ducked his head again, his tongue lapping at your nipples. Kal has his face buried in your neck, his lips teasing the skin there. You squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned, the pleasure too overwhelming.

“He’ll probably cum too soon, but don’t worry my darling. I have you.” Walon whispered, nipping your ear lobe gently. Kal glared at Vau, moving his hand around to play with your clit some. His rough and calloused fingers were truly magical. They picked up the pace together, both of them knowing exactly how to angle their hips to find those hidden sensitive spots deep within your walls. 

Thanks to their ruthless pace and their wonderful teasing it didn’t take you long to come undone. You came with a shout, crying out both of their names between gasps and profanities. “Fuck.” Kal clenched his teeth as you squeezed around him and Walon, his cum spilling inside of you first. 

Walon only got a few more thrusts in before he came, biting down onto your pulse point. Kal was riding out his orgasm as well, their combined movements caused you to hit another peak. You came with another cry, both men holding your wobbly body steady. Walon growled against your skin, both men panting as they spilled their hot seed inside of you. 

Vau gently grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “If it wasn’t for me you would never have clenched so hard, your beautiful pussy milking me for all I’m worth.” You shivered at his words. Kal snorted, “You’re such a liar, she came because of my movements. Not yours.” 

Both men pulled out of you, causing you to whine slightly. The feeling of both of your holes dripping with their cum making you even more excited. “Both of you gave me the same amount of pleasure.” You pressed a kiss to both of their lips. Sometimes they were too competitive, and needed to be reassured. “Good, because we’re far from done with you.” Kal spoke, Walon shooting you a wink. 

You grinned, the night was just getting started.

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Ghost Wedding: The Remix

So, uh, here’s the first actual fanfic I’ve written, and the first full length piece I’ve written in literal years. I wrote it for my own amusement, after weeks of eating up various bits of TWST lore and scenes and going “But, how would the whole Ghost marriage story have gone with a Yuu who was more like me a goth bisexual disaster?

What follows is a series of vignnetes, starring a Yuu who’s the only girl in NRC, with deeply questionable taste, told in the second person. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, I crave positive feedback and like when other people enjoy the things I like.

Contend warnings for blood, body horror, emeto, coarse language and pretentious word choices.

You've been here a while. En-Arr-See wasn't precisely a safe place, what with your dorm being a condemned hellpit of tetanus and black mold, and powerful magicians having mutagenic psychotic breaks only curable by kicking their ass so hard it flies out their mouth. But certainly, it wasn't boring, and you'd made friends. You had your scrappy ginger Ace in the hole; your serious mamas-boy Deuce; your funny little not-a-cat Grim. Hell, you even have your Horned Boy, he of the poison-coloured eyes that never seem to leave your face when you talk about fun things like books and music and the moral imperative of dissolving the monarchy. And, you were on speaking terms with a good chunk of others. So, when your favourite little robot came up to Crowley, yelling something about ghosts kidnapping his brother, you took his hand and said, "Ortho, show me what's going on." After all, you won't let anything happen to Idia. You have plans for him yet.

~*~*~*~

Some beauties might launch a thousand ships, and in your (objectively correct) opinion, while Idia's beauty wouldn't lead to a ten year siege of Troy, he'd certainly convince everyone attending Whitby Goth Weekend to haul off into the sea with a beat of his lashes. The first time you'd seen him, you'd simply stared in slack-jawed awe. He was luminescent; even leaving behind the fiery hair that flashed and swelled behind him, his eyes were a bright clear amber, and his skin translucent, with his own blue veins serving as the detailing in the marble. Add in the deeply circled eyes and the bluish discolouration of the lips, and the figure he presented was arresting, astounding, more beautiful and unreal than anything you'd conjured up after staying up all night reading ghost stories. "Magnificent," you'd said to yourself, and if your friends gave you a strange look, well, fuck 'em. They have no sense of beauty or taste.

Unfortunately, the intensity of your gaze proved too much for him, and he'd fled. You'd had no time to pursue the object of your infatuation either, class would soon begin, and Grim was yelling. Later, then. There's all the time in the world to ask after the fine young man with the lamplight eyes.

~*~*~*~ "Oh no," you said when Ortho showed you the video. "She's really hot."

Grim gawked and Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you take from this?"

"You're the one with an all-boys school. What's a girl like me to do when a pretty girl pops up?"

"She's a ghost, Yuu."

"That's the best part."

"My brother-"

"I'll help you, dear." You set a hand on Ortho's shoulder. "He must be so frightened, right? I'll do what you need." 

Before anyone could say anything else, a racket started up outside, and things got a little busy.

~*~*~*~ "Do you mind if I sit?"

Idia looked up at you. starting at the intrusion. His face was awash in blue from the conjured screens around him, his lips gone black. "...Why?"

"Tables are full. I'd rather not eat standing." He didn't explicitly say no, so you settled across the table, a few chairs down. He made a fascinating tableau as you picked at your lunch, flicking through and typing at the screen. Lines of code, schematics for all sorts of tech, occasional comics all flit across the pane of light in a million shades of blue. Until...

"Could you pretend I'm a bug?"

You squinted. "What." What the actual hell did he mean by that.

"Pretend I'm not here. I'm beneath notice."

You stop for a moment and smile, faint enough that he can't see the devil in it. "You want me to treat you like an insect."

"Yes." Hard to see in the light, there was a small twitch by his temple, a barely perceptible shake in his long fingered hands.

"Alright." With that, you slide down the table to directly across from him, settle you chin in your hands, and stare at him unblinkingly.

"?!?!?" The squawk he made was undignified and deeply, deeply endearing. "What are you doing?"

"You asked me to treat you like an insect." You smile at him, full of mischief and good cheer. "So I'm looking at you very closely. I'm taking in every sweet action, and delighting that the day has conspired to put something so wonderful in front of me."

Oh, who would have thought that this blue boy could turn so pink! As he pulled his hood up, you chuckle and move back to your tray. "I'll let you be," you say, and did indeed, for the amount of time it took him to close up shop and flee back to the depths of Ignihyde. When you waved at him as he went by, he nearly tripped in his haste.

~*~*~*~ "Stop laughing."

The boys did not listen.

"May others show you the kindness you've shown Idia if you're in a bind."

"You're just mad because she's gonna kill your-"

"Grim? Shut the fuck up. Now; who's helping."

After a chorus of 'no's, you drag your fingers through your hair. "I hate all of you so fucking much right now... Ortho, your ideas?"

Ortho's idea was deeply enticing but Crowley would not have the school leveled, and thankfully, the two of them threatened and guilted the others into helping. You'd have to say thank you later, but god, then Crowley might think you actually liked him instead of just finding him funny, and who needed that in their life?

"Alright, so... A plan?"

~*~*~*~ As badly as he might've liked to have escaped, there was only one empty seat in the class, and it was by him. So, Idia threw his hood up, along with his headphones, and started blatantly ignoring you.

"Idia." Silence.

"Idia." A faint grunt and he turned away from you.

"Shroud," you intoned in the most sepulchral tone you could, setting you hand in his field of vision. He whipped his head at you, the fire in his eyes nothing compared to the changing colours on his head.

"WHAT."

You raise your hands in supplication, trying to still your racing heart. "I'm sorry dude. I wanted to ask where you got your screens?"

"My screens?" His eyes flicked back to his schoolwork, hovering in the air. "I made them myself."

Your face lit up in awe. "That's amazing dude, holy shit. How'd you do that? It's a damn miracle."

"Ah... well..." Two sides warred within him - pride that someone recognized his tech genius, and his deep seated anxiety that anyone trying to be nice was just fucking with him. Fortunately for both of you, pride won out. "It's certainly something complicated for a magicless normie like you to understand." He raised a questioning eyebrow. "Do you really want to hear?"

You fixed him with a level look. "Never call me that again. Now, start like I'm five and go from there."

He stared back at you, and you stared right back. "Indulge me, Idia."

He gave you a smile full of sharp, crooked teeth, and while you tried to still the palpitations the sight of them gave you, he started with very basic theory, and went from there.

~*~*~*~ "You are not going to seduce the ghost bride, Yuu."

"Why the hell not?"

"You're a girl?"

"You're kinda plain."

"You're fat."

"She's probably straight?"

You point in turn at Leona, Azul, Vil, and Kalim. "So?, no I'm plenty hot actually, get fucked, and... Okay, That is a good point. But Kal, you have no idea how many straight girls I've managed to kiss."

"I think you'd die, Shrimpie," Floyd said as he flopped heavily over your shoulders, giggling as you attempted to untangle yourself. "And you're short."

"Yeah, but you have no idea how hot I am when I'm actually try- Shut up, Vil - Like, I clean up so good you guys. I even made a suit a couple weeks ago -"

"That's convenient? Weirdly so?"

"I found suiting that wasn't moth eaten and decided to have fun, at least-" You finally escape from the noodly arms of Leech the Wild One. "Let me suit up and show you? I can be so sexy, you guys. Come on."

In answer to the confused silence, you took your keys out of your pocket and chucked them at Deuce's confused face. "Adeuce! Grim! It's on the vanity in my room!"

"But ghosts?"

"Say you're clearing out things so that we won't bother... No, actually just go the balcony way."

"You can't unlock the balcony from the outside without a lockpick, it only locks from the inside."

A moment of silence. "Lilia, what the fuck?"

He shrugged. "I moved everything two inches to the left once to see if you noticed."

"I wasn't imagining things?!?"

This'll take a moment to sort out, and the clock is ticking...

~*~*~*~ You truly liked the woods! Green and quiet. Full of things that crawled and scurried, little friends that squeaked and croaked and hissed. The occasional precious treasure of a small bone or edible mushroom. So, you were quite surprised when you found Idia, miserable, crouched beside a fallen log.

"... Skipping gym?" Going by the uniform, the most likely answer. "Or did you finally realize that outside doesn't always bite?"

He scowled at you, and you stifled a giggle when you realized that yes, he was actually covered in bug bites. "They should replace this with a mall."

"You hate malls. Too many people." You reached out a hand, and pulled him to his feet. Idly, you wondered if he'd let you try and fit your hands around his waist, but thought better of asking.

"Game stores are alright. No one bothers you in one, or in arcades. And." He stopped, as he brushed the dirt from his legs, before continuing in a mumble you only got the gist of.

"Me and Ortho will be your big, scary guard dogs?"

"... Who'll notice me with both of you?"

"Everyone." Because he's the most beautiful person in the room, and they'd be mad not to look. "Because you show up so rarely. It makes it all the more noticeable when you are out, so everyone pays attention." You held out a hand. "I'll take you out the back way so you don't get in trouble."

No dice. He held his hands in close. "I'll just follow."

"Alright. Why'd you go out this far in the woods with no map, anyways?"

"There's no cell service..."

"Clearly, we need to turn your blood into a wi-fi signal, instead of liquid sugar."

He huffed, but he did follow you, and was actually approaching a good mood once you escorted him through the Ramshackle gates.

~*~*~*~ "Hey, what did I miss?" It took entirely too long to get a single lock of hair to to a perfect insouciant flip over your forehead, even with the eternally stylish Sam's help.

"She's slapped everyone who went to propose, and when she does you're paralyzed for 500 years."

"Christ," You say as you adjust a pin on your lapel. "We have to get Idia back, he'll get what? A week before he gets the hand."

"She's so fussy!" yelled Grim. "You have to sing and have a dog and she hates poison flowers."

"Clearly, she has no taste." Honestly,you thought her taste was just fine, what with thinking Idia was the finest of the bunch. He was very princely, if your tastes ran to exquisite corpses with the personality of a neurotic goblin. "Who wouldn't want poison blossoms?" Tie? No tie? Tie? No tie? No tie. And unbutton. Leona wishes he had this chest.

"We know she has no taste because she chose Idia."

You chose to ignore that, and clapped. "Okay, Round Two!"

~*~*~*~ The truest tragedy of this school was that it was all boys. Not that boys were bad by any means, you certainly enjoyed them, but... girls. Tall girls! Short girls! Busty girls! Petite girls! Butch girls! Femme girls! Fat girls! Girls!

So many kinds of girls, and you, in all of your plump and handsome glory, were the only girl in an entire high school. Welcome to hell.

You accepted no gifts that came unvetted. You had friends ward the everloving bajeezus out of your dorm room. Grim was more than happy to test your food and drink for tampering, but it was exhausting. You at least knew that any food you ate at the Mostro Lounge was clear, but that was only because everyone was too damn scared of the eternally hovering Floyd to try anything while there.

 So, you eat a lot of vending machine snacks.

You've been standing there for fifteen minutes, trying to figure out the best combo with your limited funds, when someone coughed behind you.

"??? Oh, hey Idia." You stepped aside while he shuffled up to the glass and peered in. "Anything to recommend? I got this." You waved your bill in the air.

He only looked at you a moment before looking back at the machine. "That won't get you much."

"Ah, don't I know it. But it's all I got."

He still wasn't looking directly at you, but a smile started to creep across his face. "Get your bag."

"Wha-" He was already tapping out a beat with the keypad, blue sparks flying from his fingertips, the machine starting to groan and shiver. With a final note, the snack machine gave a final heaving shudder - and every single snack fell to the bottom of the machine.

He was so proud as he smiled at you, reaching down and pulling a single bag of gummies from the spilled mess. "You first."

And, as you stuffed your schoolbag and pockets full of thieved goods, praising his genius, his cleverness, his skills, he just glowed.

~*~*~*~ "I guess you were ahead of the game, Yuu. She hates that no one's dressed up properly. And..."

"And? You raised an eyebrow at Ace.

"You do look stylish. But you need backup."

"Of course. You'll all rescue people while I distract her!”

"But what if she slaps you?"

"You'll step in if that happens. But we have to dress you all up."

"Did you makes spares?"

"No." Tragic, everyone would look so cute in summerweight green wool. "Let's ask Sam, he's got everything."

~*~*~*~ "Okay, Ortho, you see?" You held his back to your chest, and raised your hand in front of his face, palm away from him. As you wiggled your fingers, you could see movement on the back of your hand. "Those are tendons. Those, and the muscles, are what move the bones, make your hands move. If you put your fingers here," you say as you place his fingertips over the moving lines, "you should be able to feel it."

"I do! They go up and down. What's the popping?"

"That's my faulty joints, we'll cover those another day. Now," you flipped your hand over, and moved his fingers to your wrist. "You feel that?"

"That is your pulse! It's not as string as it should be."

"I'm not always in the best of health. So, Ortho. My hand moves by muscles and tendons when I think of it. My blood moves through my body, one beat at a time, and you can feel it. Right?"

"Right."

"You," you say, as you take Ortho's other hand. "Your hand moves by motors and servos, when you think about it. Electricity and magic moves through your body, in beats so fast we can't perceive it, and it's as measurable as my pulse."

"... Because I am a robot."

"Because you are a bit different. But we're both alive, we're both real, just in different ways." You turn to look at Ortho directly, and he looks back at you with yellow eyes that are actual, real lamps. "Don't let anyone ever say you're not real, or alive, or good enough, just because you're different."

And though you can't see it, you can feel Idia smiling from the corner of his room.

~*~*~*~ Alright. No more time for memories, only the here and now. You've got a heart full of love, a pocket full of ring, and a head full of stupid. You're as prepared as anyone else who went in. Start on your left foot, and...

"Hello? Excuse me?" You make a cursory knock at the doorframe before stepping in. "I heard there was a wedding."

The bride - Eliza - whirled on you, and stopped. She was even more of a vision in person, airy translucence and fine, sweet features currently arranged in confusion. "Ah- Yes! I'm getting married to my darling Prince Idia! Right away, so-"

Not if I have my way about it, you thought to yourself as you arranged yourself in a perfect bow, one hand behind your back. You pretended not to notice Idia trussed up with rope, but you filed the sight away for later. "How wonderful. I wish you only happiness. But it must wait."

Before she could get her hand ready, you straightened and fixed her with your best smile. "My dearest princess, I cannot let this happen until I dance with the most beautiful person in this room. It would be improper to do so with a newlywed, and I cannot know peace until I dance. Would you be so kind, my fair princess?"

She was still baffled. "Aren't you a girl?"

You keyed up the brightness. "I am, and I dance very well. Would you indulge me, my dear?"

You could see her considering it. "You... are rather princely. Can you lead?"

"Of course. May I?" Again with the bow, and to your delight, she returned with a flawless curtsy. Hand in hand, you began.

~*~*~*~ It was delightful, to dance with this silly ghost girl. Everywhere your bodies touched, from her hand in yours to what would have been a fine chest, but was instead a clean and elegant ribcage festooned with pearls, heat seeped away and left only a chill as cold as clay. Her footwork was flawless, considering she no longer had feet, and she was so easy to chat with. She asked you about your dog (none currently, but you'd love to have one, and there was Grim in the meantime), your singing, (little voice to speak of, but that was what vocal coaches were for), and why you wanted to dance with her (because when would the chance ever come again? Unless fairest Eliza considered her for forever and a day.)

"But what of dear Idia?" She'd almost looked towards where Idia no longer was, having been unknotted long ago, but you drew her back in before she could notice the chaos around her.

" 'Dear Idia', though as beautiful as the moon in the sky, has cold feet, my love. He's afraid of dying. But I? I'd cherish you for all of eternity." You leaned in closer. "I am not afraid of dying, beloved. To journey with you through realms beyond mortal reach. I can think of nothing more exciting than to cross the barrier to the other side, hand in hand with you. In the words of a fine sir from my home, 'to die by your side/the pleasure, the privilege is mine'. Please, please consider me, please..."

Here's how it should have gone: She said yes, and you put the ring on her finger, and all was well. But you'd awakened such a sweet hunger in her, she could not wait for propriety. Instead, she grasped your face and kissed you with the passion of five hundred years search, found.

~*~*~*~ It was so pleasant at first, that you couldn't help but return it. When had anyone ever kissed you with such passion? But quickly, the chill began to overtake you. It could have been bearable, but after that was pain. You started to shake, uncontrollably, as every nerve in your body was scraped away with a rusty blade, and as you weakly tried to push away, as blood began to flow from your eyes, your mouth, every pore and orifice, she still would not let go. All you could think was it hurts it hurts it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts and, as you slipped to a grey place beyond where pain could touch you, you barely noticed the cacophony around you, or something hurtling towards the two of you from the corner of your eye.

Something blue.

~*~*~*~ When you finally woke up, through a drugged and painful haze, you couldn't tell where you were. When you jolted up, the pain of it sending you into a nauseated fit of blood-flecked coughing, a familiar yelp sounded, and you turned to see Idia, little the worse for wear.

"You're up, uh..." He fumbled something onto the table, behind his back. "I."

You just looked. At him, at the surroundings. A hospital bed, with gifts and flowers (most filched from the wedding venue, but someone had stuck Jade's poison blossom into a vase and set it in the far corner). Idia was the only one present, seeing as it was the middle of the night.

"Ortho's getting things you might need. I... I hate hospital scenes..."

"Hurt's over.” You tried to settle yourself more comfortably, failing miserably. “Here comes the comfort." You reached out a hand, as he looked anywhere in the room but you.

"Idia." Silence.

"Idia." More silence.

"Shroud." He hesitantly placed his hand in yours, tinting pink as you pulled the sleeve up. The sight of it made you gasp. His fine wrist, so small even you could put your fingers around it, was mottled with deep bruising, blacks and purples set so deep into the skin that there was crusted blood on the surface, despite being unbroken. It was so, deeply, incredibly...

Beautiful. It was all you could do, not to press your lips to his wrist and taste his pulse as it flitted under his skin. To clean the blood away with your own tongue and cover the marks that your hungry ghost princess had made with your own teeth. Not hers. Yours.

Really, no wonder you'd been so enchanted with Eliza. You're cut of the same cloth.

"It must hurt."

He jerked his hand away, making you both wince. "What the hell is wrong with you? They only reason you're not dead is everyone pouring so much healing magic into you that it exhausted almost everyone. I." You could see flickers and flashes of orange sparking along the full length of his hair. "I'm not worth dying for. Why?"

What do you tell him? That it was the right thing to do? That you wanted to prove that you could woo a pretty girl? That you didn't want him dead? That you were a possessive bitch that couldn't stand the idea of someone else having him, even if unwilling on his part? All were true, but what do you say?

It proved a moot point, as when you opened your mouth to say something, anything, something shifted within you, and the only thing Idia received was a gout of blood square in his face.

~*~*~*~ After you'd slept, you reached for your phone in the thin morning light. Your friends where texting well wishes and condolences, and explanations of what happened after you went down (It seemed Idia had tackled Eliza clean off of you, and after some chaos she ran off with her retainer, rending this entire day moot). Even more interestingly, you found a text from an unknown number:

- I'm still mad at you.

You huffed to yourself, and after a bit of thought, start to text back.

- Dude I'm so sorry about the uh. blood puke. - I'll pay for cleaning - Also you know, you could have just asked for my number a long time ago? - Like a normal person? - Who doesn't break into phones to steal said numbers while I was unconscious next to you, what the fuck dude - That's not what this is about though. - You've got every right to be mad - That whole day was traumatizing, and you didn't deserve any of it - I'd rather sort this out in person but if text is easier for you right now we can do that - One last thing though

You stopped, and thought Do I actually do this? and went what the hell.

- I still need that dance I went in to get from you