#also I do wonder if any one sees this and just wonders what the hell is going on in the Merc electro au because only like 2 moots known abt
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what are your yu headcanons? iâm curious â i love hearing pplâs interpretations of the persona mcs!!
Sure! I think about him too much, anyway.
Loves his family more than anything. His friends are his family, too.
Autism man 1000 years strong
Oral fixation. It was almost eliminated but it came back full force due to the stress of the investigation. RIP his pencils. Chews his (disposable) chopsticks to splinters.
Didn't know any origami until moving to Inaba. Makes cranes when anxious or bored. Learns more types over time. It's become a telltale sign that Yu's been in the area when you see origami stars or cranes littering the area.
Gay. i know canonically he's not/is at least bisexual but idk- Atlus has a good track record of of their "MC can't be too interested in a single girl lest we invalidate a player's chosen girl" that just comes off as them being not interested at all.
Is actually pretty genuine about liking things like fishing and cooking (sometimes i've seen people interpreting these hobbies like they're a means to an end). He knows many recipes by heart.
He knows the recipe for LeBlanc's curry. He thinks he dreamt it up because he remembers Ren telling him about it during PQ2.
He thinks the Yasogami uniforms are really cool and likes how they feel, too.
Is really good with kids. He has has two social links with kids and one with a mom and her kid. That, plus he's pretty welcome doing a daycare gig as a boy- which is typically a pretty unwelcoming field for guys.
Tries his best to see the best in people. Adachi fucked that up a bit for him tho.
His arena title actually hurt his feelings a lot more than he lets on.
Incredible patience developed from years of neglect as a kid. This is not always a good thing. Sometimes (outside of extreme circumstances) he needs to be reminded that he's allowed to be mad or frustrated.
Stone faced and calm for similar reasons. Was scolded pretty harshly a few times for emotional outbusts as a child- emoting too much stresses him out since there's the fear of being admonished (even though he's too old to be scolded.)
He's a chronic people pleaser and it's caused him trouble more than once.
That being said, he doesn't shy away from being blunt.
Struggles to ask for his own needs to be met.
He cannot sleep until after midnight on rainy days. Even when away from Inaba. He's tried, even with medication.
He may have the braincells of the group, but one of those braincells is Yosuke. Yosuke is also 40% of his emotional control.
All of his friends are special to him, but when it comes to anything: he reaches to Yosuke first. He trusts him enough to follow him to hell. Psychic partner connection.
Teddie is his unproblematic fave. He is President of the Teddie fanclub. Blorbo.
Has wondered if Izanagi is his "true" persona, or if it was forced onto him by Izanami. He is also a little self-conscious about never having a shadow.
there's something gender about him.
Hates being alone, living alone even moreso.
Not particularly fond of lying. Not that he'll blurt truths or anything comical like that, but deceptive behavior is the quickest way to push his buttons.
Cats cats cats. If Neko Atsume was a personality trait.
Not picky about food. Will even eat stuff that shouldn't be food. Neglect side effect. He never grows out of it. Would absolutely drink the water in tartarus.
Nervous about a post-fog TV world, but warms up to it after Teddie ushers the team to visit. After confronting Adachi, he never visits alone again: but it's a pretty great spot to escape to. Good picnic spot (not that Inaba is lacking in them)
(future Headcanons)
He uses his TV world glasses as an emotional comfort item, even though he doesn't need them.
He learns that he's not super fond of the city, and once he gets his driver's license after college: he never spends more than a day or weekend trip in big cities.
I imagine him as a college dropout. Instead, he opts to get various licenses. This disappoints his parents and they have a fallout about it.
Grey rocked his parents.
Works on call for the shadow operatives. He also watches over the TV world with the rest of the IT and offers regular reports to them. The benefits are generous, too.
His Wildcard ability eventually erodes over time as he doesn't really gain access to the Velvet Room's functions again. Most of the alternate personas he has sort of... fuse back down into Izanagi (which is why, in the sequels, he doesn't really utilize multiple personas)
As said before, he thinks the Yaso uniforms are cool as hell and is almost crushed when he can't fit in his old one. Kanji makes him a sort of lookalike/inspired jacket as a gift and it's his favorite jacket of all time.
Reaches out to Namatame, and actually keeps him pretty informed on TV world stuff. I like to think they have coffee sometimes.
(Izanagi)
makes deep grumbly noises with sharp metalic sounds. Think like.. pokemon's Bastiodon or Aegislash.
Looks and acts stoic, but as he's technically Yu's shadow, he's a little weepy & cries easily.
Gets lonely easily.
this is a really silly one, but: You can give Izanagi a little treat by feeding him batteries.
thats all I can think of for now.
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Thomas Mitchell (It's a Wonderful Life, Stagecoach, Only Angels Have Wings)âIn It's a Wonderful Life, he's Uncle Billy, the man who ties string around his fingers to remind him of things (and STILL misses his nephew's wedding) and has a pet squirrel to comfort him in times of need; in Stagecoach (for which he won an Oscar!), he is a delightfully rough-and-tumble alcoholic who comes through for his fellow stagecoach passengers when they need him; in Pocketful of Miracles, he is a charming old-timer pool hustler who will rob you blind while reciting Shakespeare to you; I have not seen The Black Swan but he seems to have played some sort of pirate-y sidekick. Everywhere you look, this man was scrungling! (Also fun fact: he was the first actor to win competitive acting awards at the Oscars, Tonys, and Emmys, aka the Triple Crown of Acting!)
Harpo Marx (Night at the Opera, Night in Casablanca, Duck Soup)âWhile Groucho is better-known, Harpo's physical comedy is SECOND-TO-NONE. The man is a strange mime trapped in the paradigm of early 20th century movies. Every move is a symphony and simultaneously a colony of rats in a human skin suit. LISTEN. You MUST see this man in motion. Every still photo of him looks like a combination of a sad clown and a different, sadder clown, but it's only because he put so much joy in every motion.
This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If youâre confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.
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Thomas Mitchell:
One of those job'bing character actors who turn up in a lot of movies in bit parts. He is a very good actor, with a lot of pathosâyou probably know him as the uncle from It's a Wonderful Life, or Jean Arthur's newspaper friend from Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. A salt of the earth type who brings gravitas and pathos to every part. He scrungles gorgeously.
He was the first male actor to win the Triple Crown (Oscar, Emmy, and Tony). His Oscar win was for his exceptionally scrungly performance in Stagecoach (1939) clip linked.
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Basically, even the Academy agreed this man was scrungly and decided to give him an award for it!
Harpo Marx:
He's like if a clown was a hobo was also somehow a classically trained harpist, his face is always in some kind of contorted silly shape, feral curly haired ninnymuggins always doing weird things to people
Harpo is mute in all of the Marx Bros movies and so his body language and facial expressions are SO over the top but he's also got fewer braincells than a goldfish while often being the emotional heart of the Marx Bros and he's just A Guy!!
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Every scene with Harpo Marx is a treat! Just like watching a seagull steal a stranger's hotdog at the beach, it is a joy to watch him frustrate the hell out of all the other films' characters! Harpo Marx is the zenith of unhinged in all of his appearances, making any other funny man a straight man by comparison. (A fantastic feat considering he starred in films with his brothers Grouch and Harpo, who sported a shoe polish mustache and questionable Italian accent, respectively). The scrungliness of the little guys he plays come from his guileless, wide-eyed expression, curly blond wig, and the extreme ability to annoy others, despite never saying a word. Is he malicious? Most definitely, but hard to tell because he has a dopey grin on his face most of the time. Communicating through other sounds like honking horns and whistling, he is a force of chaos in every Marx brothers film! Also an accomplished harp player, the beautiful calm moments where Harpo plays juxtapose the zany, making him all the more scrungly. His visual style of comedy is timeless; Duck Soup had me rolling with laughter as a six year old and is still just as funny today.
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In my opinion Harpo is the funniest of the Marx brothers because he is so good at slapstick comedy. Since he never speaks in his film appearances his performances are very physical, which contributes a lot to his scrungliness. He was fully committed to being wacky at all times. All of his hilarity is based on him being weird.
He's just a weird little guy who causes chaos everywhere he goes, and then sits down and plays a beautiful harp solo! He steals the show from his very chatty brothers without saying a word, and was surprisingly ripped under that old raincoat
All of the Marx Brothers are Scrungly to a degree, but Harpo is the scrungliest! His outfits are so big he gets lost in them, his pockets are full of everything, and because he never speaks, he always uses physical comedy. Also he's an incredible musician.
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The trailer is just. Gorgeous. In every way. The feeling of dizziness, infinity and confusion it gives is impeccable, i love the way everything flows together, i love the gorgeous 3d models and the horror of not really knowing what's real and what's fake. And ofc Japanese Shmilk is ohhhh my god đłđłđł
Ok so pv doesn't appear to be going alone, he's accompanied by GingerBrave, Strawberry and Wizard who appear a bunch of times, and White Lily, who in pretty sure only appears in the beginning. But in a lot of scenes pv is alone, making me think that he's gonna get separated from the rest after some point.
With the epic releases we've had accompanying the beast and awakened ancient releases, there's been a pattern of the first epic being someone who's on the beasts side and second being someone who's on the ancients side. It's only happened twice though so both of Shmilks epics might be on his side tho. The cookie with dark hair gives me butler vibes. The one with white hair looks like the type of character who appears cute and sweet, but it's secretly fucked up, sorta like Haetae. That's all i can say about them for now
Other than that, the rest of my thoughts are pretty scattered, so let's see
1. Love the music
2. Love the chess and the taro cards and the circus and the eyes theming. Not enough mirrors tho
3. Love whatever the hell this thing is
I really really hope we get some answers about either Blueberry Yogurt Academy or Dark Moon Magic, ideally both, which is what i think this is about
4. This Cookie reminds me of Crimson Moon Acolyte but i may be tripping lol
5. If anyone still had doubts about whether we were gonna get glimpses of pre corrupt Shmilk, i think it's pretty obvious now that we are
6. If this update doesn't make pv's character any more interesting to me I'm gonna be sad (i think he's boring)
7. Again. Where the heck White Lily gone
She appears at the start a couple of times, but the very next scene after the puppeteer one, she's gone. She also doesn't appear in later instances of the rest of the gang appearing, then running up the stairs, getting sucked into the nefarious vortex and on the chess scene. I wonder if Shmilks gonna gaslight pv about that, knowing how important she is to him. Plus Blueberry Yogurt Academy connection again
8. THE STAIRS. I've been listening to Stairwell by Nick Lutsko religiously waiting for this update you don't know how happy i am to see the goddamn stairs. This song to me is from Shmilks pov, singing about pv and "she" is Lily
9. Since when is Shmilk snake-coded. I'm living for it tho
10. I just realized i think the reflection is showing a Shmilkified version of pv. New costume anybody? (Don't have too many hopes for this tho lol)
11. The title screen, again, is gorgeous, probably one of my all-time favorites
So what can we see here? Once again, like with the other beast updates, the presence of the beast is overwhelming, and the hero appears small and insignificant. We can expect this turning the other way around in the second half of the update, though i imagine it will be a bigger change than with Mystic Flour/Dark Cacao and Burning Spice/Golden Cheese. Simply because i can't see pv being in the same position as sm here tbh
We only see one of the new cookies? Where's the second one?
There's cutouts of the other ancients in the picture (and they appear elsewhere in the trailer too) which makes me think that, just like Shmilk compares pv to his past self, he's gonna do that shit about the other ancients too. Just to say like ohhh you have this potential to become evil too you know, all of you.
My theory from a while ago was that Shmilk was gonna show pv the past of the beasts, showing that they too were good and driven by a desire to help others and spread kindness, which could make pv sympathize, because he's a softie like that. Which would then either corrupt pv or make him want to try to "redeem" the beasts and want to help them, which the beasts could obviously abuse. From The devs pov, that's a good way to hype the fans and tease pre-corruption costumes, which i think are 100% coming at some point. (Btw i don't think the coty costume Mystic is gonna get will be her pre-corrupt one, simply because i think that's planned regardless. She's gonna get a different, unique one. Plus, coty costumes are legendaries I'm pretty sure, and i think pre-corrupt costumes are gonna be epics, maybe specials, but deffo not legendaries. Watch me be wrong tho). Similarly to how Dark Cacao got so miserably helpless in his story and Golden Cheese was so physically and mentally drained in hers, i think Vanilla will be in a similar state before awakening too, but he's gonna have to break out of the illusions Shmilk feeds him, so maybe like. He's gonna get very very close to corrupting as a result of Shmilks influence. I hope I'm making sense here lol
12. Last thing i think. The decor set is gonna be sick
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guess whos not going in at all this week, actually
#MY MANAGER EMAILED LIKE 2 HOURS B4 I HAD TO GO IN#she finally changed my schedule (1 day) to the night shift today#(i emailed her to be safe just kinda casually reaffirming im going in at the new time & then asking if any other shifts wanted 2 be changed#bcs that sounds great to me whstever option she goes with#she ignored that question & i get a new email from her asking if i completed a training. lets called it DOC#basically a long time ago she said 'i will send you DOC instructions soon' .. a few days pass and i get three 50 paged packets#one is called NAVIGATING DOC#im like oh ok cool that must be the DOC training shes talking abt bcs the other 2 packets were abt various trainings#NAH BRUH. APPARENTLY THE DAY IM SUPPOSED TO GO IN. SHE MESSAGES ME SOME ENTIRELY ALIEN PROGRAM#and is like 'u completed this right? cus if u didnt u cant come in today.'#LIKE?? MAYBE I WOULDA IF U SENT THE SHIT#but it's also like. dam i shouldve emailed prompting her to send what she said she would n clarifying BUT FUCK#WHY DO I GOTTA?? IM NOT THE MANAGER#she literally told me the name of the program rn thru email so i type it in and see like four hour long modules to complete#mind u i aint never even been informed a WHISPER abt this new program. nothings even labeled DOC TRAINING#but my struggle is. was i notified this?? and i just didnt see??? was i supposed to clarify with her what the DOC training was exactly??#the only thing ive heard abt doc training b4 this is 'i need to send u DOC training soon' in EMAIL. so i expected an alert#abt THE DOC TRAINING... in an EMAIL notification. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS#idk man#i dont even care bro like im busy as hell & the work is just to build clinic hours so i dont care abt the money factor#it's just like. can we get this first day jitters thing over with already?? im so over this bro#yaddayadda i emailed her an apology n ill be on that ASAP shit. but i did let her know i am basically justnnow seeing this site#n if there was any email or notif that couldve/tried to inform me of its existence 2 pls let me know / figure out how to find it#so the issue doesnt occur again & i dont have to keep botherinher which im so srry of bcs med is stress n shes just trying to get by#but still bro im a lil miffed bcs she probably thinks im stupid now and now im wondering if i AM#bcs WDYM ONLINE MODULES. AINT NOBODY SAID SH IT EVEN ABT THE EXISTENCE OF THEM!!! i wouldve pressed harder 4 clarification#if i knew it was an ONLINE MODULE i had to look out for on some randomass site i didnt even know the name of until now#instead of the EMAIL UVE BEEN 'COMMUNICATING' WITH ME ON#ARREGHHHHHHHH IM NOT STUPID. I SWEAR IM NOT STUPID FUCCK MY BAKA LIFE
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Always very funny to poke fun (coping so hard ) at shocker moping during the breakup arc in the merc electro au but tbh if I fumbled electro I think I would kill myself because WOW
#sorry Iâm rlly gay for electro#also like. shocker didnât even fumble that bad in this end. the breakup mostly happened due to electroâs doubts and insecurities#also I do wonder if any one sees this and just wonders what the hell is going on in the Merc electro au because only like 2 moots known abt#it. but also#grinsss#if anyone does want to hear about it⌠let me know]wwwww#voltrix rambles
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yeah no im not going to lie to you gewls. the psychic damage of having to apply for the full-time version of my internship a year ago was kinda unbearable but like it made sense that i had to do that. but the psychic damage of having to apply for the literal EXACT same job that i am CURRENTLY IN just at a regular status with better benefits⌠is quite simply unspeakable. make it make sense.
#purrs#i feel horrible for complaining abt it bc again⌠im potentially getting fast tracked to regular status and a raise and that is an extremely#generous big deal. but how the fuck am i supposed to do any of this. like you mean i have to do a peasant dance ON THE PODIUM after winning#the dance competition âď¸âď¸âď¸ like how do i even write this cover letter or ask for references or anything. i get why they have to do a searc#so itâs equitable and fair and whatever but this position was MADE for me and im already in it like⌠itâs fucking embarrassing for everyone#involved. why are we going through all of this why are you making me a dog in a thundervest AGAINNNNNN. attacka you attacka you attacka you.#delete later#like i feel so much despair agout it but itâs also so upsetting itâs funny. of course i have to apply for my own job not once but TWICE.#hell watch it be three times too once i finish killing myself getting a masters degree i donât even want đđđđđđ itâs all rainbows and#sunshine until they decide i have to walk across the coals one more time just for kicks huh. and you wonder why im on the verge of a nervous#breakdown literally constantly and am extremely distrustful and paranoid about anything having to do with my positioning in this work LOOOOL#like actually wha happened last year was i walked across the coals and then as soon as i made it safely to the other side a volcano erupted#and we all drowned in lava but i survived and now itâs like oh you have to walk across the coals again đ LIKE STFU DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT HELL#IJUST OVERCAME. IS THAT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! but it isnât of course and i get it but also like WHAT the fuck. this sux đ
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backseat serenade
<mingi x fem!reader>
Getting stuck in the backseat of your friendâs car after a night out with your drunk friends wasnât how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingiâs lap.
Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseatâŚ, furcoat mingi
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âWho else is here?â You ask.Â
She shrugs. âMy boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.â Well, youâve definitely met a couple of your friendâs boyfriendâs friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces.Â
And then your eyes rest on a particular maleâhis hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. Heâs been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friendâs Instagram.Â
âHeâs pretty cute isnât he?â, your friendâs date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours.Â
You cast him a glance. âJust surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.â
âThatâs-â
âSong Mingiâ, you reply, not taking notice of your friendâs boyfriendâs surprised expression.Â
âYou know him?â
âCame across himâ, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth.Â
He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.
You blink. The fuck?
And so, for the past hour or so, youâve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the maleâs attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life.Â
It wasnât until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but itâs not as horrendous as the feeling of regretâfor not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when youâll see him again.
You decide to find your friend and call it a night.
âDo you wanna hitch a ride with us?â, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist.Â
âThe driver didnât drink, I promiseâ, your friendâs partner assures.Â
You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi.Â
You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldnât be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person.Â
You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door.Â
But Mingiâs expression remains indifferentâgod knows what heâs thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because âthe car had no spaceâ.Â
âHi, y/nâ, Mingiâs deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head.Â
âHey Mingiâ, you greet back, cautiously approaching him.Â
âAre you okay with this?â You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh.Â
âItâs fine. Iâm just worried that itâs gonna be uncomfortable for you since itâs gonna take a while to reach your place right?â
Right. You nod in defeat.Â
Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingiâs touch burn against your skinâespecially your thighs.Â
His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and heâs picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingiâs voice hits your ear from behind.Â
âSorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.â
You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden.Â
Soon you find yourself fully on Mingiâs lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put.Â
The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldnât be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when youâre subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you.Â
Sitting on someoneâs lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch.Â
Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingiâs arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear.Â
âI strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or itâll become a problem for the both of us.âÂ
You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if youâre starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer.Â
And you wonder how far you should take this.Â
Your face is heating up, at the idea youâre just sitting on Mingiâs thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since youâre literally sitting right on his fucking cockâhow thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and itâs making you slowly drench your panties.Â
The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you canât help but fidget on his lap. Youâre wondering why Mingi hasnât said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingiâs fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress.Â
Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your assâdirectly below your pussy if it wasnât for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart.Â
His deep voice is like a melody in your ear, âIâm closing an eye if youâre just doing this on accident, but thereâs only so much more grinding I can take princess.â
You glance over to the company seated just right beside youâthey are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another worldâone growing of hot and heavy air.Â
Youâre trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingiâs cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical.Â
You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.
âAnd if I said it wasnât an accident?â
You donât know what he might do next, but itâs making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation.Â
Mingiâs eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, âRight. Glad we cleared that up, princess.âÂ
His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and youâre ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. Youâre doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, youâre ready to give into itâmostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point.Â
Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingiâs fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like youâre about to burst.Â
âAre you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?â Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit.Â
âFuck me. Youâre so fucking wet for meâ, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out.Â
You swear that the wet sounds of Mingiâs fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet.Â
His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again.Â
You shouldnât have agreed to stay quiet.Â
Mingiâs legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You canât seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper. Â
âCanât wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get offâ, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit.Â
âPlease⌠fuck! MingiâŚâ you trail, not even sure what youâre begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. Youâre about to snap anytime soon.Â
âCum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.â
His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while heâs still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way youâre completely undone because of him. Your cunt canât seem to stop spasming and itâs only from his fucking fingers.Â
But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath.Â
His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, youâre almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you.Â
âYou taste so fucking good, Princessâ, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more.Â
The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.
âY/n!â
Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck youâre in the dark.Â
âThis is your stop right?â Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building.Â
âRightâ, you manage to answer with a forced smile.Â
And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, âIâll send her up. Donât wait for me.â He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door.Â
Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if youâre feeling cold, even though heâs only in a black tank top. You canât help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lightsâstill so fucking hot. His fingers havenât let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isnât letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment.Â
You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingiâs smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it.Â
You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter.Â
And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell.Â
âCute place you have thereâ, he comments, slipping his shoes off.Â
âI try to make the most out of itâ, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him.Â
Mingi pauses, staying near the door.
âI got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-âÂ
His mouth runs, watching the way youâre walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed.Â
âFinish what you started, Minkiâ, you whisper when you pull away.Â
For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights.Â
His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven.Â
You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants.Â
His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like youâre about to combust.Â
âIs the couch fine for you?â He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you.Â
His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more.Â
âYou know, youâre honestly killing me with that dressâ, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. âHad to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.â
Oh, fucking gods.Â
âThatâs why weâre here now, arenât we?â You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger.Â
You canât wait for him to fuck your brains out.Â
Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphonyâand he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again.Â
It doesnât last long, unfortunately, because he feels like heâs about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants.Â
So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink.Â
His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you outâthick and heavy.Â
âFuck. Song Mingi-â you cry out, struggling against his grasp.Â
âSo fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking goodâ, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when heâs fully seated in you.Â
And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll backâthe feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses.Â
You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat.Â
You sure know how to push his buttons.Â
He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb.Â
âIâd love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right nowâ, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out.Â
You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more.Â
âAre you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?â He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip.Â
âThatâs my good girlâ, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way youâre squeezing around him. âFuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.â
âMingi, Iâm so close. Oh fuck Iâm gonna-â
Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high.Â
âSo fucking good. MingiâŚâ you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath.Â
Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his.Â
âWe can wash up and order food if you wantâ, you say, trying to avoid the fact that youâre still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you.Â
But he pulls you along with him.Â
âAn invitation to shower together? Iâll gladly fuckin take it, princess.â
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I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids đ
AND âomg us meeting Jasonâs siblings whenâ
AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.
Damian
A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.
Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.
âGood morning? Damian right?â You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. âCan I get you anything?â
âAlfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.â Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.
âOh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.â You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. âIs that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.â
âWhat do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?â
Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. âOr I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.â
âAnd tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?â Baby?
âI think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?â
âDo you always avoid questions?â
âAre you always so intense?â
He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.
âIâll have a coffee.â
You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.
So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.
Dick
Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damianâs letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps âdropping byâ Jason's apartment âjust to see his lil brotherâ, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.
âLet me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.â He informs as he invites himself through your front door.
âUm, hello Dick?â As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.
âYep! I can't stay so Iâve gotta make this quick.â he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. âJay doesn't know I'm here.â
That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.
âBut you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?â
You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.
âSo, Barbara and I, that's my wifeâ You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. âhave booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.â
âI donât know.â you finally give your nodding head a break. âJay and I donât lie to each other.â
âRight. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.â He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jasonâs combat boots approaching your door. Dickâs eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. âDon't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!â
âYou too.â
âThursday, 6.30!â
Before you can agree heâs gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.
Tim
Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.
But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.
âHello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but Iâm Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.â
âI know who you are.â He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. âIs he here?â
âNo, but he's picking me up after.â His shoulders visibly ease.
âCool cool cool.â Heâs suddenly much more personable. âSo, I hear you're intoâŚâ
That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.
When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. âWhere is he?â
Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.
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Stuck in TWST without meds
and also they're yandere or something
@shironakuronatasa here you go pookie <3
Because everyone is different, I'm gonna be focusing on the meds I take and the things I experience! If you're inspired to write one of your own based on your types of meds, go for it! I'd love to see others' takes on this :3
I'm still writing in 2nd person, but you/mc is heavily based off of me!
(And if you still want a personalized one but don't want to write it, my commissions are open/hj)
Tw for one mention of suicidal ideation.
Imagine...
You don't quite have a clusterfuck of things going on in your head, but sometimes it can feel like it. Autism, Anxiety, depression, and ADD. Thankfully, you have access to medication, and they work well for you.
Although you can't keep the downward spiraling from the depression and anxiety away completely, it is far more manageable with your medication. You've found that when off them, you are far more prone to completely fall apart at even the slightest inconvenience. It feels like constant stormy waters, with stormclouds that only make the waves worse. But when on them, the storm disappears. Yes, the waves still get rocky and tip your boat from side to side, but you're emotionally stable enough to handle them.
Then the meds for your ADD. With them you have the razor sharp focus to not only take care of projects and work, but also to simply take care of yourself. When off of those, even simple tasks like taking out the trash can take hours, especially since you so easily forget steps, and will stop the chore in the middle, genuinely thinking it's complete.
But you have your meds, so you manage just fine.
Until you're sucked into Twisted Wonderland.
First of all, even if you had already taken the meds for anxiety/depression, there's not much they could do in the face of being transported and consequently trapped in a different dimension. But they do still help, and instead of bawling, you manage to keep a cool (enough) head and get yourself settled into Ramshackle.
But they don't last you long. They had built up in your system enough to last you a few days, but time and circumstances were not on your side.
Even though Grim is by no means an emotional support pet, and is by all means a little shit, he manages to push his pride aside when he can tell you really need it.
Especially the days where you wonder if death is what will bring you back home...
Grim will act as if he helps you for his own purposes, but he is genuinely there for you.
The others, however...
First of all, quite a few of them don't completely understand... you're extra sad and spacey, but you had some kind of magic to help with it back home, but you don't have them here, and without them you get... sad and spacey?
Riddle probably sees it as some pathetic excuse. It's not until after his overblot that his tune completely changes and he is giving you all the special treatment. Even if you mess up on purpose, even if it's something that really frustrates him, he'll justify it as you not knowing any better. Which is patronizing as hell.
Ace will use it to his advantage. Getting into trouble and having you take the brunt. And you play along with it, because, again, Riddle is treating you like an incompetent child, so you are all for raising Cain with Ace. What Ace really loves about this, though, is that it makes you more willing to hang out with him, and more likely to dislike Riddle.
I imagine Deuce has something going as well, though I don't quite know what, and neither does he. But he finds a kindred spirit in you. Study sessions with him are a MUST, and you share your different study and coping tactics, while he stares at your lovely face.
Trey relishes in caring for you. If you're having any kind of sudden increase in stress or sorrow, he is fucking there. He will scoop you up and take you to the kitchen and treat you with his home baked goodies right then and there. Same with your academics, if you need help with academics, it's to the kitchen for tutoring. And as bad as it is, he finds himself wishing you'd give in and lean on him completely.
Leona will also be there for you in depressive episodes. He sees how you always go to Grim when your upset, notices the little things that Grimm does that helps, and starts subtly using them whenever you're upset. Not even just if it's depression/anxiety related, if you're upset with him specifically he'll start purring in that low register that has your heart slowing. He'll rest his body on your chest as a weighted blanket. He'll let you pet him and comb through his hair. All until all you associate Leona with is safety and comfortâas you should from a mate.
Ruggie is SUCH a little meanie at first! Specifically regarding your ADD. Once he sees how much it genuinely upsets you, though, he'll back off. He does have a manipulative streak, though, and will use your anxiety against you. Any way he can get you to distrust others and seek him out is a good way.
Jack is one who does not fuckin understand at first, but once he does, he's supportive. He asks if there's anyway he can help and you offhandedly tell him about emotional support dogs, and he is locked on. He's embarrassed by it at first, of course, but he can tell how safe it makes you feel, and like Leona he is completely fucking for that. Though he won't just be emotional support, no, he'll be the guard dog chasing away anything that could possibly trigger you.
School is very difficult for you without your ADD meds. You can manage, but it is far more stressful and difficult than it needs to be. So, of course, you have those generously offering to help youâspecifically Azul, who's more than willing to help... at a price, of course.
Floyd really likes when you daze off in class... When you're staring blankly, mind thinking about so many things except whatever the professor is droning on about. The way your eyes glaze over, the way you're so focused on whatever the fuck is going on in your head, the way your lips part ever so slightly... All your idle habits are endlessly entrancing to him. And, goes without saying, every single time you're especially depressed, he offers a good squeeze session.
Jade, the manipulative bastard, will purposely set you up for failure so that you feel like you need to go to him for help. Because lord knows Azul will make you pay for it, but not your good friend Jade. Plus, if you ever mention how hiking can help with mood, lord save your soul...
Jamil is such a DICK. He will be degrading you at every second, completely taking over whatever it is you try to do. Even if it has nothing to do with him. God, you remind him of Kalim, but at least you don't have the nerve to be so fucking happy all the time. A sick part of him likes when you're sad. You're less annoying when you're depressed, specifically, without little energy or motivation to do or be anything else. He'd happily take care of you then. He'll do whatever you need done. You'd probably do it wrong anyway.
Kalim feels so fucking seen and understood. He honestly felt like some kind of freak for so much of his life, but you... you're kinda like him! A lot sadder though. Your very existence brightens his life, so he's made it his mission to brighten yours. He also really can't stand it when you're with others. It's so obvious you two are meant for each other! He views your shared ADD symptoms as evidence of soulmateship.
Vil is another case of not fully understanding. You're making excuses. Until he takes it a bit too far, pushes even more than what you can handle, and you fully break down in front of him. You're so completely and utterly vulnerable in that moment. He doesn't know if it's a very dedicated manipulation tactic to get out of his nitpicking, but... he becomes a little more sympathetic with you. Vil recognizes that, for whatever reason, you do in fact seem to struggle more with certain things. And yet, despite that, you still try. You continue push yourself, even if what youre pushing towards is, by other people's standards, the norm/mediocrity/minimum. And in you he starts to see a bit of himself. Especially since, let's face it, with depression, anxiety, and add, it is very likely you relate more to Vil than you do Niege. He helps you, and in turn you help him, though you don't even realize it. Helping you be happier with yourself helps him be happy with himself. And he'll fucking slaughter anyone who takes you away from him.
Rook, like Vil, is easily able to recognize how much you not only struggle, but how much you try. And he finds that incredibly beautiful. Needless to say, he is often watching you. Everything you do is enchanting. He memorizes every. single. stim. and habit. Sometimes when you get frustrated, he just wants to scoop you up in his arms and shower you in kisses, but then you'd realize he broke into your room...
Epel will see how much you get pushed around, and takes it upon himself to defend you. He also sees a bit of himself in you. Sometimes he purposely waits around you, and at the first sign of trouble, he'll attack.
Sometimes you just get too fucking overstimulated and you need a break. And in those times, you've found Idia to be the best person to go to. You both started off pretty distant. You approached him, upset, and asked for a quiet place. You put in headphones and just laid down right there. The two of you just sat in silence, with headphones in, doing your own things, blocking out the world. And, oh, how Idia came to crave those moments. He began to depend on you for comfort, ans hoping that you would similarly come to depend on him. You're different from those other normies, you're the only one who gets him so please just stay with him! He will start to modify his room to be the perfect sensory room, the only place in the school you can go to fully regulate yourself. He starts going out with you, acting as if you're really helping him step out of his shell, when really he just wants to spend more time with you, and will continue to shy away from everyone else and hide behind you. This man desperately needs you to need him as desperately as he needs you.
You are so. Fucking. Cute. Malleus finds your every single quirk so fucking attractive. He doesnt like, however, seeing you so upset. So sad. And the kind of sad where he is helpless to help you. He also really doesn't like it when you're upset at yourself. Don't you realize you're perfect? And who cares if you're not good at any of the school stuff? Malleus doesn't. You don't need any of those skills anyway, with Malleus Draconia here to always take care of you.
if you want the rest of diasomnia or the secret character I subtly didn't include lmk
part two out now!!
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And They Were Roommates
Logan Howlett x Reader
MINORS DNI
Your roommate, Wade Wilson, brings home an alcoholic Canadian bastard with knifes in his knuckles. After a month of putting up with him, an argument between you two goes in an unexpected direction.
tags: hard drugs mention, marijuana mention, alcohol usage, age difference, enemies to lovers, slapping, claws, hate fucking, mdom/fsub, breeding, degradation, praise kink, belt usage, choking, p in v, knifeplay (counting claw usage as knifeplay lmao), blood, creampie, possible impreg, aftercare, oral, multiple orgasms (emphasis on multiple), overstimulation
iâve recently started watching the xcu movies after deadpool and wolverine dropped on disney+ and MY GODDDDDD have i been missing out!!! iâve been an mcu girlie for so long (plus deadpool). the x-men movies are so fun but alsoooooo uhhhh hugh jackman as logan??? HELLO??? i need this man biblically like itâs not even funny. i have yet to watch logan (2017) but iâve seen edits on tiktok and WHOA MAMA talk about a silver fox!!! also fun fact male wolverines bite down on the femaleâs neck during mating and i couldnât resist including that in this fic. animalistic logan is THE BEST logan đ
You were Wade Wilsonâs friend turned roommate. You first knew each other through your other roommate, Althea, a blind woman who went by Al. At one point in time you were Alâs dealer before giving up that life once you got your degree and found steady employment. You never dabbled in the devilâs dandruff like Al did, as with the rest of gen Z, your drug of choice was weed. Your friends often asked why you chose an old woman and a mutant in his forties as roommates, but honestly rent was cheap and that was all you cared about.
You hadnât seen Wade in a few days, he mysteriously disappeared during his birthday party. Neither you, nor any of his friends had any idea what had happened to him. You knew heâd kinda hit a roughâish point in his life, giving up his assassin alter ego by the name of Deadpool for becoming a car salesman. You wondered if he had gone off on some sort of bender, but you honestly didnât know.
You had just gotten off of work and opened the door to your apartment. Getting home took longer than expected, half of your street was cordoned off, from the damage looked like a bombing was the cause. You sat on the couch and pulled out your phone, trying to see if the local news had covered what had happened when door unlocked and swung open.
Wade walked in, sporting the iconic red suit you hadnât seen him wear in six years. He was carrying the most⌠unique looking dog youâd ever seen and he was accompanied by a man with a rugged appearance who was wearing pants of similar material as Wadeâs suit and nothing else. The stench of blood permeated the room.
âAl, Iâm back.â Wade said.
âSheâs out. Dude, where the hell have you been?â You asked.
âOh no big deal, just saved the entire multiverse from total annihilation. Iâm Marvel Jesus now.â Wade answered.
You elected to ignore his explanation. You never knew why you asked what heâd gotten up to whenever he wore that suit, none of it ever made a lick of sense to you.
âWhoâs the dog?â
âHer? This four legged scrotum is Mary Puppins, or as I like to call her, Dogpool. Something⌠unfortunate happened to her last owner, so Iâm her papĂĄ now.â Wade said cheerfully.
Knowing him, he definitely had something to do with whatever happened to her previous owner, but that wasnât what you were asking about.
âCute, but I was talking about the washed up Abercrombie & Fitch greeter next to you.â
The man rolled his eyes.
âOhhhh, yeah thatâs Logan. Heâs gonna be crashing here for a while.â
âWait, hold the fuck up. You disappear for days and you just show up in the suit you havenât worn in years, reeking of blood, telling me some shirtless dude who also smells like blood is gonna live here like itâs no big deal?â
âWell funny thing is he doesnât exactly know anyone else around here, not really his fault since I had to pull him from his universe and bring him here to save ours. May or may not have done so to a choir rendition of Madonna. You know, typical multiverse stuff and whatnot. I mean weâre Disney property now and thatâs the horse theyâre beating to death at the moment.â Wade answered.
Once again ignoring the exposition dump, you continued to protest.
âYou canât be serious, Wade! This is a two bed apartment. You and Al already share a room, so where the fuck are you gonna put him?â
âIsnât that a couch youâre sitting on?â Logan scoffed.
âOh perfect, so I canât even use the goddam living room anymore?â You asked, growing even more irritated by Loganâs input.
âJesus, youâre just a fuckinâ princess, arenât you?â Logan huffed.
You glared at him before turning your attention back to Wade.
âDo I literally not get a say in this like at all? Even though I live here and pay my share of the rent?â
âLook, I promise itâs temporary. Just until he gets his footing in this universe. It wonât be so bad, I mean look him, total eye candy.â Wade said, gripping Loganâs face and turning his head to you.
Logan gave him a look that could kill. Long metal claws sprung out from just below his knuckles. Your eyes widened.
âTHE FUCK ARE THOSE?â You shouted.
âRiiiiiiiight, so those are adamantium claws. They ainât vibranium, but hey, canât always be the number one. Heâs a bonafide animal, in more ways than one, maybe youâll find out for yourself.â Wade said, you could tell he was winking underneath his mask.
âThe fuck do you mean by that?â Logan growled.
âYeah, what?â You asked.
âHey, I know sexual tension when I see it.â Wade retorted.
âI literally just met him.â You said.
âYeah and with Hugh Jackmanâs face and body, the time between introduction and need for face riding is a matter of seconds.â Wade said.
You gave a quick glance at Logan. Sure, he was incredibly attractive, but you sensed a sort of emotional unavailability that put you off. You had standards.
âYou know my type and heâs not it, Wade.â You insisted.
âForget type, heâs THE Wolverine. You know how many fanfics people read about this guy? Lookinâ at you, reader.â Wade said.
âWhatever, Iâm not getting into a debate over my preferences for men.â You said, walking to your room and slamming the door.
âI think that went well.â Wade said.
-
A month had passed and much to your dismay, you were still being forced to share the apartment with Logan. At the very least heâd upgraded to wearing a shirt instead of walking around with his top half exposed.
After getting home from an exhausting shift at work, you opened the fridge, looking for the bottle of wine you saved for those evenings after a particularly long day. It was nowhere to be seen and you immediately knew who the culprit was.
âFor fuckâs sake, Logan!â You shouted.
You headed to the living room to confront what was supposed to be your temporary roommate who sat on the couch.
âChrist, what now?â He groaned.
âWhere the fuck is my wine?â
âHm? Oh that? Yeah, itâs gone.â He answered dismissively, almost like taking time to respond or even look at you was beneath him.
âHow many times do I have to tell you to keep your barely functioning alcoholic ass away from my stuff?â
âDidnât see your name on it.â
âI specifically told you not to touch that fucking bottle multiple times.â
âMustâve not been able to distinguish what you said from your typical bitching, I usually just tune that shit out.â He said, still not making eye contact with you.
âJesus you really have no respect for anyone.â You spat.
Logan stood, coming in way too close for your liking.
âRespect? Thatâs a really funny word coming from someone who doesnât respect themselves enough to not wear short little skirts like the one youâre wearing, bending over all the time to show off that ass.â
âExcuse me?â
âOh you fuckinâ heard me. You think I donât see what youâre doing with the clothes you wear, or when you come out in the morning in nothing but a shirt and panties because you think Iâm asleep and wonât notice?â
âBack the fuck up, the hell do you mean by âthinkâ youâre asleep?â
âI barely sleep enough as it is, Iâm awake the second I hear your door open. You have any idea what seeing you like that does to me?â
You blushed.
âYouâre fucking disgusting.â You said through gritted teeth.
âPlease, you do it because you hope Iâm watching you. I see the way you look at me. You can say you hate me all you fuckinâ want, but I can smell your goddam pheromones from across the room. Iâve been around for over two centuries and have more than enough experience to know when someone wants me. Especially when theyâre acting like as much of a slut as y-â
You slapped him hard across the face. Logan immediately responded by pushing you up against the wall, unsheathing his claws and holding them under your chin. Neither of you said anything, the only sounds being a mix of him and you panting in anger.
Fuck, you had really grown to hate him, but something about his claws so dangerously close to you was playing into your kinks. You stole a glance down under, holy shit he was hard. You grabbed him by the face, kissing him aggressively. His claws retracted and he let his hands travel to your waist, pulling you closer.
âMmf- fuckinâ knew it.â He said between kisses.
Logan picked you up by the underside of your thighs and carried you to your bedroom, his lips never once leaving you. He threw you down onto the bed, pulling your shirt over your head and unhooking your bra, tossing it aside. He took in the sight of your exposed chest.
âYouâre such a pretty little thing, babygirl.â
His rough, calloused hand cupped your breast. He leaned down and you gave a yelp as he bit and tugged your nipple.
Logan chuckled. âSensitive, arenât you?â
You kissed him as you pulled his shirt off and traced your fingers along the dip between his abs. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and slipping them off. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock, he laughed at your reaction.
âYeah, like it donât you?â He smirked.
âHow the hell am I supposed to enjoy this if youâre gonna tear me in half?â
âDonât pretend you donât want it like that, I can tell you like it rough.â
âThatâs a bold assumption to make.â
âYeah? Keep telling yourself that.â
Logan pulled off your skirt and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties, slipping them down your legs. He looked at your pussy with pure animalistic lust.
âFuuuck babygirl, look how wet you already are for me. You got it that bad for older men, huh?â
âDonât flatter yourself.â You retorted.
âOh I donât have to, the way youâre dripping says more than enough.â
âJust shut up and fuck me already.â
You laid back on the bed with your head against the pillow and Logan flipped you over on your stomach, pulling you up to your hands and knees.
âNo, you donât get missionary. You act like a bitch? Youâre getting fucked like one.â
Logan reached for his belt, he raised it, bringing it down sharply on your ass, making you squeal.
âThis is what you get for being such a fuckinâ brat. From now on you call me âsirâ, understand?â
âLike hell I will.â
He lashed you again.
âKeep talking back and see what happens. Now, what do you say?â
âY- yes sir.â
âThere you go. Iâll be nicer if you listen to me⌠maybe.â
Logan looped the belt around your neck.
âIâm keeping you on a leash in case you continue making smart comments.â He smirked.
âAs if thatâs gonna shut m- hrrrk!â
He pulled it tight, the leather dug into your skin and constricted your throat. The most you could get out was a strained moan.
âGot nothinâ to say to me now, huh? Câmon, tell me how much you hate me.â Logan mocked as he pulled harder.
You looked back at him and mouthed âfuck youâ.
He laughed. âOh I will.â
He pressed the tip of his cock against your slit for a fraction of a second before sharply forcing his full length deep inside you, causing you to cry out as his intimidating girth stretched you wide. He began to fuck you at a ruthless pace, the sounds of your yelps and squeaks filling the room.
âPoor thing, am I hurting you? Itâs okay, Iâm only fucking you senseless.â He teased.
His free hand gripped your ass, nails digging into your skin.
âJesus Christ, youâre so fuckinâ tight. Itâs like your little pussy was made for my cock.â He grunted.
Logan leaned down, sucking your neck, leaving mark after mark, his hand letting the belt loosen.
âYouâre gonna look so pretty all marked up by me.â
You rolled your eyes.
âAre you seriously giving me hickeys? Really? What are you thirtee- ngh!â
Logan pulled tight on his belt again, keeping you from finishing your snide remark.
His thrusts became more aggressive, and as much as your feelings about Logan confused you, his cock felt incredible. You moved yourself back on him and he growled in approval.
âYeah thatâs it, take this fat cock like a perfect little slut. So good for me.â
He let go of the belt, both hands moving to your hips. His pace became punishingly fast and brutal. Between his growls and the way he fucked you like a dog, he honestly seemed more animal than man.
âIâm gonna fuckinâ breed you, I donât care if youâre on the pill or not.â
You whimpered and tightened around him at his words. He smirked.
âOh you like that?â
You nodded.
âYeah? You wanna get knocked up? Tell me you want it, babygirl. Lemme hear you say it.â
âI need you to cum in me, get me pregnant. Please.â You begged.
He stopped his thrusts with only his head remaining inside you. He grabbed you by the throat and pulled you up against him, pressing his chest to your back.
âPlease, what?â He commanded.
âPlease, sir.â
He shoved you down onto the mattress and slammed himself fully back inside you, immediately resuming his vicious pace.
âSuch a good fuckinâ girl.â
He panted like a wild animal, his claws slowly extending as he grew close.
âS- shit, sorry. Happens sometimes.â He said.
You tightened around him.
âUse them on me, hurt me, sir. Please, I need it so bad.â You whined.
âGoddam, youâre a fuckinâ freak. Arenât ya, babygirl?â
He raked his claws down your back, you moaned obscenely loud as pearls of blood formed from the long slits heâd created. The mere sensation of it all immediately caused you to cum on his cock. The feeling of you pulsing around his shaft pushed him over the edge. He grunted as he buried himself to the hilt and leaned over, biting down hard on your neck, capillaries breaking under your skin. His cock throbbed with every rope of cum he shot into you.
âFuuuuckinâ Christ, itâs not often I find someone thatâs as into the hardcore stuff as me.â He chuckled.
Your whole body shook and you collapsed onto the mattress on your stomach. Logan removed his belt from your neck and got off the bed.
âStay there, donât move.â He said, pulling on his jeans and leaving the room.
He returned five or so minutes later with gauze, a roll of medical tape, and a wet hand towel.
âHad to really dig around for some of this stuff, when two out of four roommates regenerate thereâs not a real demand.â
Logan got back onto the bed, sitting next to you.
âSo whatâs it like? To not heal immediately?â He asked as he dabbed at the blood on your back.
âI dunno, I never really thought about it. I guess you just deal with the pain for a few days, weeks, or months depending on what it is until itâs fine again.â
Logan chuckled.
âSometimes I forget just how fragile everyone else is, until the world reminds me of it again and thenâŚâ He trailed off.
You could tell there was a heaviness to the latter half of his words, you knew why. Wade had told you that in Loganâs universe (a concept which took weeks for you to fully grasp) every single one of his fellow mutants had been murdered. You didnât know the details, but you didnât need to for you to understand why he was the way that he was. You looked up at him.
âIt wasnât your fault.â You said softly.
âWhat do you-â his brow furrowed. âWhat did Wade tell you?â He growled as he covered his claw marks with gauze.
âDonât get mad, I just- I wanted to know why you act like-â
âA dick?â He scoffed, pulling out a few inches of medical tape from the roll.
âLike someone with severe trauma.â
He went silent and looked away from your gaze as he finished adding the last line of tape to secure the gauze.
ââŚYouâre all patched up.â
You moved to get up and dress yourself, but Logan wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back onto the mattress.
âNo, câmere. Lay back for me.â
âDo I still have to call you âsirâ?
âItâs alright, you can call me âLoganâ again. This is about making you feel good, not me. I think I owe you one for being such a good girl.â
You laid with your head against the pillow and Logan began to kiss his way down the length of your body until his head was between your thighs. His lips were so close to your pussy that you could feel the heat of his breath.
âDidnât peg you for the kinda guy that gives head.â
âYou thought wrong. Iâm eating this pussy until youâre shaking for me.â
His lips met your clit, his tongue rolling and circling it. You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair.
âFuckinâ Christ, your scent is addictive.â He growled against you, making you shudder as the deep vibrations went straight to your clit.
You bucked your hips and he moved his hands to them, keeping you in place.
âEeeeasy there. I know it feels good, but you canât move around like that if Iâm gonna eat you out, babygirl.â
He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them at just the right spot to absolutely send you over the edge. Your breath shuddered as you tightened around him.
âThatâs it. Câmon, be a good girl and cum for me.â
You gripped his hair harder as you came undone on his tongue, pulsing around his fingers.
âFuuuuuck, Logan!â
Your back arched off the bed, he pressed a hand to your stomach, holding you down.
âNo, Iâm not done with you yet.â
He continued sucking and licking your clit, his fingers fucking you hard and fast. You shook, feeling a second orgasm build. Your head cocked back as all of the nerves in your body ignited in pleasure for a second time. You expected Logan to remove his mouth, but he kept going.
âFuck, I canât stop. Youâre just too goddam perfect when you cum.â
You moaned loudly, your clit throbbing in his mouth as you came for a third time, cursing like a sailor and writhing against his tongue.
âYou doing good there, babygirl?â Logan asked.
âUh-huh.â You murmured.
At some point everything went hazy and you lost track of just how many times heâd made you cum. The more you had, the quicker the next one came, until it was one immediately after another. You were a shaking, stuttering mess.
âL- Logan, I ca- anât keep going. I- itâs too m- much.â
âShhh, youâre okay. Just one more time, I promise.â
He pumped his fingers relentlessly, his tongue working your clit at an equally vigorous pace. Every muscle in your body tensed as the most intense orgasm you had ever felt in your life rocked you to your very core and everything went white for a moment.
âOhhhhh godddd, Logan. Youâre gonna fucking kill meeee.â You groaned.
Logan moved himself to get on top of you, kissing you deeply.
âIâm sorry babygirl. I know I pushed you hard, but you did so well for me.â He whispered softly, holding your face in his hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb.
He laid next to you, pulling you to him, his chest pressed against your back as your post orgasm haze finally subsided.
âNever saw you as the cuddling type.â You said.
âDepends on how I feel about whoever Iâm fucking, and unfortunately for me Iâm starting to actually like you.â
âAnd what did I do to deserve that?â
âWell, youâre still a total bitch, but youâre actually pretty sweet when you want to be. I like you that way though, makes things interesting. Iâll admit when you slapped me I got so fuckinâ hard.â
âSo, youâre saying I should slap you more often?â
âIâm not saying no, but just expect to lose the ability to walk after I fuck it out of you.â
âYou got yourself a deal.â
He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.
âGood. Now, thereâs something you should know. Regeneration doesnât just mean that I heal quickly.â He said, pressing the hard bulge in his jeans against you.
âHoly shit, so⌠we could fuck all night without stopping?â
âExactly.â
âThen what the hell are we doing just lying here?â
Logan turned you onto your back, getting on top of you.
âAttagirl, letâs fuckinâ go.â
-
The two of you spent the whole night fucking like rabbits nonstop. When morning came you made your way to the kitchen. Logan followed, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind as you made yourself a cup of coffee. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.
âI hope you know Iâm never gonna get enough of you.â He said, his hands traveling underneath your shirt to your breasts.
âI swear, youâre hornier than a dog that hasnât had his balls chopped off.â You teased.
âYeah and you love it.â
âThere you go with the assumptions again, youâre so right though.â You purred, turning to him.
âI know I am.â
His lips met yours and he lifted you onto the counter. You laced your fingers in his hair and wrapped your legs around him. Both of you were too focused on each other to notice the sound of a door opening. Wade walked out from the room he shared with Al carrying Mary Puppins.
âJudging by the NC-17 noises I heard all night Iâm guessing you two had fun.â Wade said, causing you to jump and pull away from Logan.
âFor fuckâs sake, do you not know when to leave people alone?â Logan huffed.
âOh câmon peanut, you know boundaries arenât my forte. Itâs my toxic trait.â
Logan glared at him.
âAlright alright, I can take a hint. Just try not to get any fluids on the appliances. I certainly donât mind a little Wolvie in my coffee, but I donât think Al would appreciate it.â Wade said, heading back to his room.
Logan turned his attention back to you, his lips brushing against yours.
âNow, babygirl, where were we?â
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Pairing: Snake!Hybrid Hyunjin x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Snakes! Mentions of Blood/Stitches, Fork/Split tongue, Oral(F), Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Biting, Two Dicks (kinda double P), Sorry for any mistakes or Missing warnings!
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It was rare to see snake hybrids. A lot of them hid in fear of how others treated them. Humans were mean creatures, especially to things they fear. They knew that all too well, so seeing a snake hybrid brought into your adoption center was strange. His scales were flakey, eyes stuck with shed. You could tell whoever had him didnât treat him well.
No one wanted to be near him most of your colleagues staying away some even squealing. However you werenât scared, did you like snakes? Not particularly, but you knew he needed help. When you approached him in the little container he was in he hissed. You quickly shushed him picking him up to take him to the sink area. You had run him a small bath, just some water for him to soak in. âI canât believe youâre touching that thingâ someone streaked at your side.
âIt deserves the same amount of love and compassion as any others hereâ you retort looking down at him. You cleaned him up helping the stuck shed off before putting him back with a heating lamp.
âY/n will you take it home?â Your manager had asked.
âWhy donât you want it here?â You glared.
âListen, most of us donât like them. Heâs probably not gonna get adopted and we also arenât equipped to take care of him properly. You at least seem to know what youâre doing.â They rambled.
You looked back down at the snake who was now curled up by your hand. âFine, Iâll take it home, however.â You said with a small pause. âHeâs mine as soon as we leave and I want the next few days off to take care of him and help him settle.â You stated.
âOf course-â your manager started to say before you interrupted him.
âPaidâ you said sternly.
With a sigh knowing he wasnât gonna win he agreed just wanting that thing out of the building.
You put him in your spare room, getting the necessary stuff for his set up. You watched as he explored smiling to yourself. âListen, I know you understand me. So whenever if ever you wanna become human. This room is yours. You have free roam where ever. Youâll be safe here, and taken care ofâ you kept talking.
He laid under the heating lamp listening carefully. If he could laugh he would. Heâs heard that before. Knowing damn well his last owner started off with âloveâ but quickly forgot about him. He never got comfortable enough to turn so what made you think he would here he wondered.
As days went on you grew fonder of him, seeing some of his goofy personality shine through. His scales looked a lot healthier, a beautiful dark shade with glints of goldish color in them. They matched his beautiful piercing gold eyes. He hissed at you a lot however never making any attempt at striking. After shifts at work youâd pick him up out of his tank, laying him on the couch as you watched tv. It was one of these nights that it changed.
You had done your normal taking him out laying him on the couch with a heating pad beside if he got to cold. He stayed there as you cooked dinner only to be startled from his sleep by a crashing sound. He could smell blood in the air his fork tongue flickering at the scent. âFuck!â He heard you yell from the kitchen with a bit of rustling. He was scared something had happened that someone broke in. In his panic turning âhumanâ. He ran into the kitchen only to see you on the floor holding your hand that was gushing blood.
âWhat the hell happened?â He said making you jump. He looked at you realizing he was âhumanâ.
âYou turned?â You said almost excitedly.
He couldnât help but let out a nervous laugh âthat shouldnât be the focus right now, youâre literally bleedingâ he said before grabbing a clean towel to wrap it around your hand.
You watched him looking over his features. He had a sharp jawline, slim but muscular physique, those gold eyes even prettier. When he started talking your eyes found themselves on his pillowy lips. You could see the small peak of fangs and to your surprise his tongue was split. You were just in awe taking him in not even realizing he was talking to you. Not until he lifted your head with his warm hand. âHello? Are you listening? You probably need stitchesâ he said looking at you were furrowed brows.
You only nodded eyes still scanning over him. You grabbed your phone off the counter with your other hand calling your neighbor. He came over taking you to the hospital and you did in deed need stitches.
Your snake hybrid cleaned up the mess. He finished making the dinner you were working on before it happened and sat there. Waiting. Agonizingly waiting. When you came through the door he smiled sighing in relief. âHey! Thanks for cleaning and- wait you finished dinner?â You said surprised.
âYeah, howâs the hands?â He said.
âAh well itâs not bleeding anymoreâ you said with a laugh.
âI canât believe you cut yourself that deep, what were you doing? Dancing with the knife?â He teased.
âNo this was all just a scheme to see if youâd come to my rescueâ you teased back making him roll his eyes. âSince I can properly ask you now though, whatâs your name?â You asked siting down at the counter.
âHyunjin.â He said.
âGood now I can stop calling you snakeyâ you said laughing.
After that moment Hyunjin didnât turn back for the most part. Sometimes youâd fined him curled up under his heating lamp, other times heâd be curled up on the couch under lots of blankets. Your routine continued coming home, cooking, sitting on the couch with him just watching tv. Now though, he talked back. He got into the habit of curling up against you when you came home. Your bodyâs heat always feeling so nice to him.
You came home today more exhausted than normal though. A fight braking out between some hybrids at work. You being in the middle of it when it happened. Today honestly wasnât as normal as you thought. All the hybrids were acting weird around you. A lot more possessive and clingy. When you walked through the door thinking about it more you realized hyunjin hadnât came out from his tank.
âHyune, are you ok?â You asked leaning down over the tank. When he didnât budge you picked him up like normal his skin scales feeling warm. He hissed at you baring his fangs. âAre you mad at me?â You said softly, making him stop. He slithered up your arm before slithering down your leg. He made his way to the bed before turning back to his human like form.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke. âIâm not mad at you. Ughâ he groaned. âDo you realize youâre ovulating?â He said with a loud groan.
âAm I? Is that why everyoneâs been so weird today?â You questioned.
âProbably- god I donât know how you went to work with all of them. Youâre supposed to be mineâ he said the end of his sentence trialing off.
âI am yoursâ you said quickly with out realizing your own words impact.
âYeah?â He said looking up at you. Those gold eyes had a hint of something in them. âThen let me make you mine.â He said before grabbing your arm pulling you to him.
He didnât give you anytime to protest before kissing you, his lips warm softer than youâd imagine. His kiss was hungry tongue quickly making its way into your mouth. His hands came down pulling your bottoms down quickly in one swift motion. He was moving so fast, his motions only driven by need. The need to have you all his, a primal need. His sharp fangs grazed your bottom lip as he moved down your neck. It was almost like he was a little vampire with those fangs. He kissed down your body, pulling your thighs up to him.
He licked his lips looking at your dripping cunt âsheâs calling meâ he said with a smirk before diving into your core. His fork tongue feeling way different from anything youâd ever had before. Both the muscles moving on their own as they lapped at your folds. His fingers came up to graze against your slick before pushing them into you. He curled them hitting a sensitive spot. The moan you let out only drove him to keep doing it. To hear it again and again. Your hands found their way to his long soft locks.
âFuck Hyuneâ you moaned out.
âFeel good? Gonna cum on my tongue?â He said with a devilish smile.
You nodded making that smile only grow. He picked up his speed fingers finding another even more sensitive spot. With his pace and tongue lapping at your clit your high crashed quickly over you. Walls tightening around his fingers. He licked a long strip up eyes staining into yours. He wanted to keep going, wanted to keep tasting you all over him but he needed to be inside you. Fuck your smell alone was gonna make him nut in his pants.
He stood up pulling down his pants revealing his two curvy cocks. With shock, eyes widen you blurted out âyou have two?!â
He couldnât help but laugh âyeah, you didnât know? Thought you read up on meâ he said. He took your hand wrapping it around the bigger one âthis oneâs the main one, and th- this oneâ he stuttered as your hand grazed the smaller one âthis one is super sensitive like your clitâ he said.
You nodded staring intently at his cocks. He leaned you back pressing his body against your kissing you deeply. He slowly pushed himself into you, the smaller cock rubbing against your clit. He let out a hiss of pleasure before his mind went. He started pounding into you mercilessly. His smacking against yours. The sounds of moans and skin smacking filling the air with the scent of sex. He had his head buried in the crook of your neck his long fangs grazing so gently at it. âI shouldnât even let you leave smelling this good, all of them got their gross scent on you.â He hissed. âIâm gonna make sure they know youâre taken.â
His thrusts continued fast before he gripped at your legs pressing them against your chest before drilling into you. The new angel letting him hit at your cervix. âHyunjin!â You screamed hands coming up to touch his chest. He pulled out fully before pushing hard back into you however he felt bigger. You felt more pressure in your core like somehow his cock grew a size. The pornagraphic sound he let out made your eyes snap open looking down you realized why he felt bigger. His smaller cock has slipped in, your cunt sucking both of them so greedily.
âSh-shit I- I- fuck!â His head rolled back not being able to even speak at the pleasure. The warmth overtaking his smaller cock making it twitch in over stimulation. He snapped his hips back one more time both cocks pushing deep inside of you before you were Cumming. Cumming harder than you have ever before. His body shook at the feeling. Your walls tightening more and more around him. He gripped at your hips harshly digging his nails into you. He cried out as his release finally spilled out painting your walls white.
When you stared to squirm a bit trying to adjust yourself, the movement pushing him deeper into you making him whimper. âD-donât moveâ he pleaded. You realized his smaller cock was still hard. You smirked up at him before moving away only to push back on him. He gasped almost like the wind was knocked out of him. His hands tried to stop your movement but one more push back his smaller cock was cumming.
He had the most intense orgasm, his body shook body falling to the side of you. He tried regaining his breath âIâve- Iâve never- with my smallerâ his words coming out choppy but you knew what he meant.
You pushed some of his hair back kissing him softly. âMâsorry for- I should have askedâ he said still out of breath.
âItâs ok hyune honestly after today kinda needed itâ you said with a smile.
âGl-glad I could help.â He said nuzzling his head into your neck. His breathing was still heavy as you stroked his back.
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A BUSINESS PROPOSAL â the pro-hero, dynamite, is forced on a date with some ceo's daughter. except, it's just you and your best friend doing your absolute best to scare him away.
word count: 2.4k
cw: suggestive, fluff, not proofread
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for quite literally a year. i decided to rewatch the drama and omggggg i still love it. i might make a part two bc this was kinda fun to write.
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pro-hero, katsuki bakugou, was rapidly climbing the hero ranks the moment he graduated high school. by the time he was 23, he was already one of japanâs top heroes. he had been working his ass off, spending countless hours training and fighting for the dream he had worked for since he was a child, and all of his hard work had finally come to fruition.
unfortunately, there was one thing he didnât have.
âyou need to get a girlfriend, katsuki.â
the blond found himself now trapped in another dreadful conversation with his mother. for the past year, his mother had been pestering him about finding a partner and it made him want to tear his hair out. he groaned as he did his best to tune her out.
âiâm being serious, katsuki,â she pestered, pouring herself a cup of coffee. âweâre both getting older and I want grandbabies.â
âyouâre not getting any fucking grandbabies if you keep fucking bothering me about it,â the man huffed. âi donât know why you care so much about me fucking some chick. itâs creepy.â
mitsuki scoffed. âwell, sorry I donât want to you die alone and unhappy.â
those words still ricocheted in his head as he shuffled through paperwork a few weeks later. die alone, he thought. like hell, I need some woman and kid slowing me down.
there was a soft knock on the door of his office followed by the calm voice of his assistant. âmr. bakugou?â
âopen,â he responded, not looking up from the papers.
his assistant walked in, closing the door behind him. âtodorokiâs agency wanted to ask how the paperwork is coming along.â
âtell him to leave me alone.â
the still unnamed assistant checked his watch, huffing. âsirââ he leaned forward, the tablet in his hand now curled up near his chestâ âhave you called your mother at all today?â
katsuki raised his eyes, immediately suspicious. âwhy?â
âyes or no, sir?â
he sighed. âno, I have not.â
âthat explains it,â the assistant muttered, leaning back. âshe wanted me to tell you that she-â
âKATSUKI!â like clockwork, mitsuki stormed through the double doors of katsukiâs office. the man swore under his breath. the assistant stood aside as the older woman made her way to her sonâs desk. âI have incredible news for you!~â
he place the papers on the desk and pinched the bridge of his nose, anticipating the worst. âoh boy, I wonder what it could be,â he spoke, sarcasm lacing his jaded voice.
âcurb your enthusiasm, buddy.â mitsuki stood tall. âthe ceo of XXXXX has agreed to a blind date with his daughter!â she did jazz hands to emphasize it.
katsuki froze. âsorry?â
âyouâre going on a blind date with the ceoâs daughter.â she did the jazz hands again.
âare you fucking kidding me?!â katsuki began to raise his voice, evidently pissed off. âyou went and set up some blind date with a random woman because you want some fucking grandkids!?â
âI fail to see the issue katsuki.â
âwell, thereâs fucking plenty!â
âlisten, and listen well; youâre going to find a woman to settle down with whether you like it or not, katsuki. plus, wouldnât marrying into a ceoâs family be good for business?â
âthis is fucking ridiculous.â the man stood up and was ready to leave. âitâs not happening. iâm busy all this month.â
ânot anymore!~â mitsuki had the biggest shit-eating grin the man had ever seen.
katsuki looked over at his assistant, eyebrow cocked. âthatâs what I was trying to tell you, sir, before sheâŚâ he shifted his gaze to the older woman ââŚbefore she walked in.â
âi also had him clear your schedule.â she chimed in.
katsuki huffed, wanting the world to swallow him whole.
~
âanother one? did he forget every other date youâve gone on?â
your friend had invited you to a nice debrief at the cafe you two had been eyeing for a while. being from a wealthy business family, it was common place for her parents to try and marry her off, but your friend would rather eat lead than have anything to do with this.
your friend huffed, crossing her arms as she looked out at the nearby street. âthatâs what Iâm saying.â
âand you literally have no idea who this dude could be?â
âwell, it is a blind date after all.â she looked back at you, hands now on the table. âbut he knows I donât wanna be set up with some dude just because heâs rich. I only plan to marry for love.â she waved her hands in a rainbow motion on the word âloveâ to really get the point home.
you took a sip from your drink. âyour dad, yeah. doesnât he know weâre just gonna scare him away again?â
she raised her coffee cup to her lip, chuckling a bit. memories of your twoâs shenanigans flooding her mind. âshould we do that again?â
âis that even a question,â you grinned.
~
you and your friend had planned for you to go on the date instead. youâd be dressed neatly in expensive clothing borrowed from your friend. she gave you a cute makeup look to make you look expensive and a pretty wig with scarily realistic hair.
the plan was simple:
be as unappealing as possible.
you sat down and waited for your friendâs date to show up. as you waited, you did your best to calm your nerves and fix your makeup a bit. after a few minutes of waiting, a deep voice spoke from behind you.
âyou XXXX XXXXXXXXX?â
startled, the compact mirror in your hand shook. you turned around and began to shake even more. the man your friend had been set up with, the man you are about to scare off, the man standing in front of you right now was absolutely, unbelievably attractive. what was his name again?
katsuki bakugou.
katsuki saw your eyes widen for a moment and was about to leave, a bit worried that you were the wrong person.
âyes,â you answered, voice a bit meeker than you had hoped. not only was he undeniably attractive, but he looked oddly familiar. was he some kind of model or actor? âtake a seat.â you gestured to the seat across from you.
the blond sat down, visibly uninterested. you, on the other hand, were doing your absolute best to calm your nerves, hands trembling a bit as you raised your water glass to your lips. you took a deep breath. you were determined to make this date fail.
thus began tactic number one.
you let out a deep sigh, drawing katsukiâs attention. âitâs warm in here, isnât it,â you asked smugly, carefully peeling your jacket off. the dress you were wearing underneath was sleeveless and showed off your shoulders and collarbone. it was far from warm in the restaurant you two sat in, but you were without a doubt going to pretend you were burning up.
no one likes a woman that shows too much skin.
katsuki didnât even bother with a verbal response. instead, he just cocked an eyebrow. he examined you as you practically flaunted your arms and noticed goosebumps painting the exposed skin. âyou have goosebumps.â
crap.
you chuckled, fixing your hair. âi just get goosebumps a lot.â
time for the next strategy.
you kicked your foot against the table. you fake winced, saying a sweet âsorryâ as you pulled your leg back. your voice then switched to a high-pitched baby voice as you cooed at your expensive heels, gently brushing them. âitâs okay, baby, itâs okay.â you then turned your attention to the equally expensive clutch near you. âoh, did you get scared, baby?â you continued cooing and kissing your clutch.
a woman crazy about luxury goods. howâs that for a turn-off?
you looked away from the clutch and watched as katsuki typed away on his phone.
was your performance not worth watching?
âwhat are you doing?â
katsukiâs head darted up before he sheepishly tucked his phone away. âa text from work. sorry.â
this wonât do. on to my last resort.
âIâm so sad,â you blurted out.
âwhat?â
you crossed your arms, huffing. âIâm so sad. you seem so uninterested in me.â you pouted. âitâs making samantha and rachel very sad.â
the blondâs brows furrowed as he took a sip out of his cup. âsamantha and rachel?â
you smirked, holding the sides of the table so your chest was open. âthe left one is samantha. right is rachel. i spent a wopping half a million a piece on these babies.â
he nearly choked on his water, coughing as he placed it back on the table. you did your absolute best to not break character. you giggled, leaning back in your seat. âiâm rambling, arenât i?â
one could say this was your best performance. there was no way in hell that he was going to ask for a second date.
â
âHE ASKED FOR A SECOND DATE?!â
you sat with your head in your hands across from your friend. âI did my best, I swear.â
âif you did your best then why am I going on a second date with him,â she asked, practically crushing her cup.
âhe was very persistent, in my defense.â
your friend sighed lowly. âjeez, I guess Iâll have to go and scare him away myself.â
âhow,â you asked, lazily looking back up her. âhe thinks you look like me.â
âwell, i donât want to see him anymore regardless, so him finding out youâre not the real me should only drive him further, yeah?â your friend feigned calmness as she said that, but you could tell that she was thoroughly irritated. you watched as coffee leaked from under her lid and onto her fingers. she was no indeed crushing the cup.
sheepishly you offered, âIâll buy you a new drink.â
â
âyou want toâŚmeet her again?â
katsuki decided to visit izuku on his lunch break. they were in a nearby cafe, casually debriefing about how their days had been going. izuku, like most of katsukiâs friends, had long known of his motherâs desire for her son to get married and have kids. katsuki had told izuku about the date his mom had set him up on, complaining about how that âold hagâ, in his words, had no respect for his boundaries and was weirdly obsessed with him getting hitched off. so izuku was very surprised to hear that the dreaded date went well.
âyeah,â he admitted, digging his fork into his pasta. âI mean, she didnât seem half bad.â he looked back up at izuku, who held a stunned expression. âquit looking at me like that.â
âsorry, I just didnât expect for it to have gone so well. she must be a real catch.â
katsuki thought back to what you considered a disaster of a date. it had been so long since heâd met such a straightforward woman. you came across as so honest, so genuine. heâŚliked that about you. and sure, you were pretty and wealthy, but things like that meant nothing to him. heâd be a liar if he said he couldnât stop thinking about you on the drive back to his apartment. âi guess so.â
suddenly, there was a loud crash outside followed by a scream. the two men perked up, both now looking out the window. a villain attack?
at the sound of another crash, they dove out of the cafe and onto the street to be met with what they expected. what katsuki didnât expect was to see was a woman that looked suspiciously familiar.
you had somehow ended up in the middle of the crossfire of this low-ranking villainâs attack. if a hero hadnât saved you just in time, you wouldâve gotten seriously hurt. unfortunately, the moment you got a good look at the hero that saved you, you realized why the man your friend was set up with looked so familiar.
you had gone on a date with the top hero, dynamite.
the two of you stared at each other, face inches apart. katsuki examined your face. he could barely believe it. here you were, standing right in front of him, and he had just saved your life. now would be a bad time to ask you on a second date, right?
âyouâre theâŚâ
quickly, you backed away and bowed. ât-thank you so much!â you tried to run away, face burning with anxiety, but his large hand instinctually grabbed your wrist.
âwait a second, how the hell did you get yourself caught up in a villain attack?â
âit was an accident, really,â you said as you attempted to wiggle yourself out of his grip.
ây/n, are you okay,â you friend asked, running up to you. she had gotten separated from you when the attack started. however, she halted the moment she saw katsuki right next to you. âoh no..â
katsukiâs brows furrowed. ây/n?â thatâs not your name, he thought. his grip loosened just enough for you to release yourself.
your heart was racing. katsuki, decked out in his signature costume, looked at you with the most perplexed expression you had ever seen. you jogged up to your friend, trying to push her away. âXXXX, we should go,â you muttered.
âhey,â katsuki called out. âyou just got attacked by a villain.â
âweâre just fine,â you friend responded.
âi was telling her, not you.â he didnât want to believe it, but the name your friend called you rang through his head like bullets. it couldnât have been a nickname. it sounded nothing like the name he knew you as. could it really beâŚ
âlet me walk you to the police station, y/n. i have a lot to ask you.â
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Sleep well, amour.
Parings: Alastor x reader
Summary: Youâve been very intrested in Alastor ever since you met him. He invites you to see his recording studio, which you accept. Then you ask if you can stay and listen to him host! While listening, you fall asleep. How does he react?
Word count: 2844
Warnings: Ummm not really much? Alastor being Alastor! One mention of not being able to sleep sometimes, mention of seeing people in hell doing dr*gs, k*lling eachother, and fighting, mention of reader having bad social skills (?)
part two
A/N: UM!! this is my first time writing for alastor, so apologies if it isnât the best. Please give me any feedback you want, Iâd love to hear it! Also sorry for any spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy :â)
Alastor the radio demon. You know of the things heâs done, you know that people are quite literally terrified of him. But for some reason... you feel a certain way towards him that you canât describe, but itâs surely not fear.
Youâve had a some-what odd admiration of him since you landed in hell, only a few months ago. You got spotted by Charlie when you first got to hell. She noticed you looking around nervously and lost, and put two and two together that you must be new. She very kindly introduced herself which was refreshing because.. well.. itâs hell. Everywhere you looked people were fighting, doing drugs, and even killing each other. You were glad there were kind people even down here.
âHi, you! Uh, you lost?â Charlie smiled you and waved.
âUm yeah! Iâm guessing this is hell, huh?â You awkwardly chuckle. Social skills werenât ever your thing, it seems they havenât got better after you died, either.
âYep! This is hell! You must be new? Iâm Charlie! Charlie Morningstar. Itâs so nice to meet you.â She smiled and stuck out her hand for you to shake.
âNice to meet you, Charlie! My names Y/n.â You politely smiled back and shook her hand.
After that meeting, Charlie showed you to the hotel in which you eagerly accepted to stay at, her being the only sane thing youâve seen down here. It was a pretty nice place, no 5 star hotel like back on earth, but it was something youâre very grateful for. Who knows what wouldâve happened to you if you havenât met her.
While she was showing you around, someone caught your eye. He was a tall man, very polite and respectful looking. He was dressed head to toe in old fashioned attire, with a cane to suit his charming look. He was smiling in a way that made you look at him like he was something you wanted to inspect under a magnifying glass.
He glanced at you and smiled larger, stepping over to you and Charlie.
âMy, my! What do we have here? Charlie! You didnât tell me that weâve got more guests? Itâs a pleasure to meet you, my dear! The names Alastor!â He spoke politely.
His voice was sort of.. Radio-like? You found it soothing.
âHaha yeah! I found them wandering around on the street this morning! Theyâre a newcomer, their name is Y/n.â She spoke back, excited to introduce you.
âY/n! Well, my, my. Thatâs quite a lovely name!â He said. âSay.. do you listen to radio? I host a brilliant radio broadcast thatâll give you some real insight on this place!â He said enthusiastically.
âOh.. haha thank youâ You smile. âI do actually! I love radio shows.â You immediately feel drawn towads him. You cant tell if itâs just the new scenery or what.. but you want to just sit and chat with him for hours.
Alastor perks up at that. âOh you do, do you?â He smiled more.
âYeah! Back when I was.. uhm.. alive, I actually had a whole playlist of them! What do you do your show about?â You ask.
Alastor is delighted to have you take interest in his show. âWell, dear, I do all sorts of things on there! Yes, yes, you think of it and Iâve most probably done it! Most commonly known is the souls I entrap and prison, as I broadcast their screams of horror all over this horrible place and people get to hear the noises of their never-ending torture and demise. But! I also just made a wonderful segment on my motherâs Jambalaya recipe!â He stated.
While part of those sentences gave you chills, you still seemed to take interest in him.
âWell,â you chuckle. âI will certainly check it out!â You smile.
âAh! Wonderful news, my dear.â He said while he twirled his cane.
Charlie was watching you interact with him and noticed how you looked at him, as if admiring. She smile and said, âwell! We better finish the tour.â
She motions for you to follow her and you do, waving Alastor goodbye.
He waves back and yells, âgoodbye, sweetheart! Lovely to have met you.â
After that, you wanted absolutely everything to do with him. Youâve also got to know the other people staying at the hotel. Angel, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious. They were overall kind people. Husk found your interest in Alastor to be no good.
âYeah, no. That, whatever thing you have created in your mind about him, isnât true. Heâs vile, Y/n. Trust me on that.â He grunts.
Angel thought you had some kind of kink towards âscary, creepy men.â Which wasnât true because you didnât even find him scary. You found him charming.
âAh.. Alastor? Fucking sexy weirdo if I do say so myself. Heâs got some reaaal problems but hey, if youâre into that-â You cut him off by saying it wasnât like that & that you donât think anything sexual towards him.
One day, you were talking to Sir Pentious about his âcrushâ on Cherry Bomb. He completely denied it but you could tell from his blush and his nervous demeanour that he was very interested in her.
You were caught off guard when you heard that radio voice coming up from behind you.
âY/n, my dear! I have a question for you.â Alastor came and stood beside you, looking down from where youâre sitting.
âAl! Hey, whatâs up?â You ask, containing your excitement.
Sir Pentious excused himself quickly, seeing one of his âegg boysâ were being played with by Niffty. She isnât one to be gentle.
âSo, I know how youâve been listening to my radio show as of late, and I was wondering if youâd like to see where the magic happens!â He states.
âR-really? Iâd be honoured!â You say, smiling.
âAh! Lovely. Come now, this way.â
You get up and he locks arms with you and chats about his new microphone that he got.
Once you guys arrive, youâre shocked. It looks very professional and comfortable. It suits him heavily. Thereâs a big open window, a desk, some chairs and sofas, a bunch of technical stuff on the desk along with his new mic that you recognize from his descriptions, and a deer coat hanger?
âWow, Alastor. This place is so actually so sick. I love it. And the new microphone suits you!â You say. âThank you for showing me, really.â
Typically, Alastor would never show someone something personal of his, including his studio, but you are an exception. He isnât sure what it is about you but he doesnât seem to hate you as much as he does with anyone else. At first he was weirded out, but now he just embraces it. He also feels protective of you. He doesnât know exactly why youâre even down here. For as far is he can tell, youâre an angel. Always being kind even to those who arenât kind to you, always saying âpleaseâ and âthank you,â all that jazz. Jazz! You even like jazz music, his favourite. He told you that he lived on earth the time jazz music was popular. The 20âs and 30âs. That explains his vocabulary and how he dresses. You just find it more interesting and take time to ask questions about what it was like in that time.
âWhy of course, my dear! If Iâd want to show anyone here, it would be you.â He says, giving you his iconic smile.
You have a thought. âHey, Al? Would it be alright if the next time you do a show, I could stay and listen?â
You hope he doesnât think this is odd.
Alastor raises a brow. âWhy would you want to do that?â He asks.
You panic, thinking you went too far by asking and now heâs going to cut you off or something.
âHa! Kidding, sweetheart! Of course you can. I love when my broadcast is wanted to be listened to. Though I love it as well when they donât want to.â He says.
Youâre relieved, a bit scared, but still relieved.
âSay!â He says. âI was going to make one tonight talking about this silly technology box that thinks he is better than me! You know, expose all his lies and secrets to my listeners, and unwilling listeners. Maybe broadcast it all throughout hell!â He starts laughing manically. Then calms down and stares at you.
âWould you want to stay and listen, hm? I can do it now! I didnât have any plans today going forward and well, getting it out sooner is better than later, I always say.â He asks.
You know heâs talking about Vox when he mentioned the technology box. Him and Vox have a sort of rivalry going on. Though Alastor seems to not care much about him, Vox is sure obsessed. Heâs even gone so far as to making posters about him. Which areee.. not much of a resemblance.
This offer strikes you and you immediately perk up. âYes! Iâd love to.â You say.
You donât think Alastor knows this but whenever youâre struggling to sleep, you put on his radio show and his voice comforts you to sleep. Youâre sure if you told him, he would find it weird.
Little did you know, Alastor already knew. He walked past your room one night and heard static sounds coming from your quarters. He immediately was intrigued and put his ear close to your door to hear his voice. He was surprised, but not weirded out. He found it delightful that you found comfort in his voice. Itâs not everyday someone does. Usually it invokes terror and anxiety on anyone who hears. This was new, and he didnât hate it.
âLovely! Let me get all set up. You can sit wherever you feel the most comfortable!â He says, adjusting his mic and pressing a buttons on his table.
You find a spot and sit down. Feeling honored to even be in the same room as him, let alone HIS room.
âAhem! Welcome ladies and gentlemen-â He goes off into his introduction, before winking at you and starting.
After about 20 minutes, you begin to feel tired and put your head on the side of the wall, still listening but with your eyes closed.
Alastor immediately notices and smirks, knowing how his voice effects you. He continues on and after about another 20 minutes, he finishes up. Youâre asleep, slightly smiling.
He walks over to you and looks down.
âMy, my. You really are an interesting one, arenât you?â He whispers. He smiles more softly than he usually does and looks around to find a purple blanket hanging on his deer coat hanger, and gently places it on you.
He feels his heart fluttering while looking down at you and he immediately shrugs it off.
âMm well, my dear.. I guess you can stay here. Iâll just be over there, transferring my broadcast to the other radios around town.â He says and points to his table.
âSleep well, amour.â He speaks softly.
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demon slayer hcs: the hashira men as boyfriends
characters: tengen, sanemi, giyuu, rengoku, muichiro, obanai
AN: i donât write for gyomei srry
TENGEN
- this isnât just a little fling
-mans doesnât wanna be ur bf
-he wants to be your HUSBAND
- and heâs gonna make that happen ASAP
- and when yâall get married youâre not just getting a husband
- ur getting 3 wives too
- itâs a package deal
- overprotective!!
- the way he made his wives promise to prioritize their lives over the mission
- my heart was bursting
- carries u around
- when tengen is around ur feet hardly ever touch the floor
- doesnât matter how big or tall u are
- heâs bigger and taller
-he's big all over if ykyk
-nicknames include: sweetheart, princess, baby
- and donât think heâs saying those to be cute
- heâs absolutely mocking you
-which brings me toâŚ
- this man teases the HELL out of you
- but with love
- he loves you just as much as he loves his wives
- in his mind ur alrdy married
- and he is NOT letting you go
- or letting any harm come to you as long as he can help it
- 4 lifer fr
- id marry him
SANEMI
-iâve said it before and iâll say it again
-heâd tear it UP
-and iâd let him
- loves you so much
- doesnât show it in public
- but in private?
- clingy as fUck
- heâs like ur shadow fr
- will follow u around all day
- hands on ur waist
- arm around ur shoulder
- holding ur hand
- he will not let go of u when ur alone
- in public heâs a lot less touchy
- but he will still stand near you
- jealous af
- every slayer knows by now to stay tf away from you or face the wrath of the wind pillar
- you belong to him
- makes sure they know it
- makes sure you know it
-hickey MASTER
-no i will not elaborate
- everybody knows sanemi is a little rough around the edges
- so there are days when itâs hard for him to open up to you
- but he does try
- heâs got a reputation to keep up!
-gotta act tough
-no weaknesses!!
- except for u
-heâs so soft for u he canât help it
- nicknames: dumbass, idiot, & feather (my personal favorite)
-like i said he is almost always physically connected to u in some way when ur alone
-ignore him? he's throwing u over his shoulder
-he's strong he can manhandle u all over the place
-sheeeeeshhhhh manhandle me however u want sir
-claims ur super light no matter ur size
-hence the nickname "feather"
-i love him
GIYUU
-ik damn well this man had EVERONE in a chokehold from the first second he showed up
-speaking of chokeholds... ;)
-put me in one pls sir
-anyways
-awkward as fuck
-but he tries for u
-terrible with physical affection
-but we all know he's SOOO touch starved
-you'll have to initiate any type of physical touch
-and make sure he's not uncomfortable
-but really there's nothing he wants more than to touch you
-takes a very long time to say "i love you"
-but can u blame him??
-every good thing the poor man has ever had has been ripped away from him :(
-because of this he's veryyyy protective
-cause he'll be damned if the last person he has that accepts him and loves him for all he is
-is hurt or killed
-100% will die for u without a second thought
-not really a nickname type of guy
-remember he's awkward as hell
-most you'll get is a "-chan" attached to ur name
-and even that is only when y'all are alone
-but still
-even if he doesn't always show it
-you are always on his mind
-he's on a mission and walking through a market?
-he's buying you a hairpin or som
-walking through a forest and sees some flowers?
-"i wonder if she'll like these"
-AND HE'S PICKING U A BOUQUET
-ugh soft for bf giyuu
RENGOKU
-sunshine boy!!!
- epitome of golden retriever boyfriend
-all smiles all the time
-follows u around like lost puppy
-shows off for u
-yk when ur around kids and they're like "watch this" and then they jump and spin a circle lmao
-thats him
-"did you see what i just did?!"
-if u didnt...
-he's doing it again
-wants to impress you so bad
-also you will never have to lift a finger in his presence
-service bf!!
-you need the dishes washed and the floor swept?
-he's on it
-you need help styling ur hair?
-welcome to rengoku's hair salon
-will attempt to dress you in the morning
-and by dress you, i mean he's tugging ur shirt over ur head
-zipping up ur pants
-and tying ur shoes
-brags about you to anyone and everyone
-the other hashira can't have a single conversation with him without him bringing you up somehow
-compliments compliments compliments!!!
-he loves you and isn't afraid to show it
-nicknames from him: my love, my beautiful girl, sweetheart
-constantly confessing his love
-also lowkey speaks poetry for u
-some shit like
-"my light in the darkness, the one who gives me strength, you set my heart ablaze just by allowing me the privilege of seeing your smile"
-ugh he's the sweetest baby
MUICHIRO
-my airheaded angel baby
-i love him sm stop
-baby boy has a terrible memory
-that we alrdy knew
-but!
-he tries so hard for you
-keeps a little journal with notes and information about you
-so if he forgets he can remind himself over and over
-when he's on missions away from you he reads it so he can think about you to pass the time
-can not and will not remember anniversaries
-unless they're written in that journal
-will pick u flowers
-hope ur not allergic cause he's not gonna remember that
-but it's the thought that counts
-the fact that he's thinking about you at all counts
-you wanna go on a date?
-your dates consist of watching the clouds and taking naps together
-maybe a picnic if ur lucky
-no nicknames from him
-he calls you by your name
-its all he can remember
-he's the cutest
OBANAI
-like sanemi, he's a lot less affectionate in public
-however, he's not afraid to express his thoughts about you
-at least not to the other hashira
-might not be glued to your side
-but he's got eyes on u at all times
-and someone is talking about you?
-the second he hears ur name leave somebodies mouth
-he's tuned in
-and they better not say anything negative either
-mans turns murderous
-they will wake up to a snake in their bed
-will prob threaten them within an inch of their life
-don't have to worry abt other people while he's around
-cause he's got everything
-and i mean EVERYTHING taken care of
-protective but not pushy
-i feel like obanai trusts you and your ability to handle yourself
-but thats not gonna stop him from watching over you
-you're not drinking enough water?
-here comes obanai with a cup and u better drink it all
-haven't had lunch yet?
-he's sharing his with you. and will force feed u if need be.
-on a mission with him?
-he's not gonna push u behind him or anything
-but nothing is gonna get the chance to bring any harm to you either
-he's got ur back
-he's pretty vanilla with the nicknames
-nothing too crazy
-especially in public
-mostly uses ur first name
-might add a "-chan" in there every once in a while
-when ur alone he'll call you "sweetie"
-acts like a hard ass
-but he's soft for u
#demon slayer#anime#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#giyuu x reader#obanai x reader#sanemi x reader#muichiro x reader#rengoku x reader#tengen x reader#tengen uzui#giyuu tomioka#obanai iguro#muichiro tokito#rengoku kyojuro
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Danny as Phantom, bored out of his mind tried his best to keep his eyes open, this JL meeting, the meeting was about a cause of mind control or something, in short this was just boring,
he was here as a substitute for Constantine because that man ditched the last second, and left Phantom for himself.
His so gonna push the man off the ledge when he sees him.
Danny continued to dissociate, until he heard a familiar name, coming out of the dark knight's mouth.
"Ember? the popstar? batman do you really think she's the one doing this mind control thing?" Flash asked, he was also almost falling asleep until the popstar's name was said. "Man, Ember's songs are such a vibe, hope she's not some supervillain"
"It is not confirmed, All we know is that she might only be a meta civilian that really just wants to show the world her songs" Wonder woman reasoned, from the far end of the table.
"Until further notice, we shall gather some crimes she unknowingly did, and have her quarantined for the mean time." Batman stated at the other side of the table.
wait what? Quarantine Ember? His rogue and friend, no that wouldn't do.
"I need to disagree with you there Mr. Batman" Phantom called out gaining all the members attention
"And why is that, Phantom?" Superman asked for Batman, who only stared at the ghost with curiosity.
"Well, you did specifically said that members cannot, mess with other members rogues" Phantom exclaimed "If you mess with Ember you're practically breaking your own rules,"
"The Ember, is your rogue?" Flash said astonished. "Wait that means she's also a ghost like you, But why are you just letting her go around the world parading?"
"Yes she's a ghost like me, i let her parade the world because she's on a vacation I mean this whole world tour speaks for itself, putting her in quarantine will do no good for her or anyone, and the whole mind controlling thing is so last season for Ember, she just sucks the energy out of people who hear her songs so she herself can have energy." Phantom explained, floating down to sit on his designated chair. "Besides I keep track of her, to make sure she doesn't create havoc and overdue her powers, she hasn't mind controlled anyone that's for sure."
Phantom eyed batman who still remained, quiet, he looked like he was thinking of something deeply, whatever it was Danny didn't care as long as Ember and the other ghosts are safe.
"And how would you guarantee that Ember won't harm any human citizens?" Batman questioned.
"Oh that's easy, because I already told them what will happen, if they either try to hurt humans" Danny let out a smile that showed all his sharp fangs, his eyes glowed a toxic green, that made everyone in the room uncomfortable, his hair floated more aggressively and uncontrollably. "I think they got the message."
Everyone felt scared at that moment, just who the hell did Constantine, bring in here?
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Good Luck Babe
Summary: Wanda's boyfriend is the biggest asshole you've ever met. You think she'll choose you in the end.
Wanda Romanoff x F!R, eventual Natasha Romanoff x F!R
A/N: Don't be fooled by the summary, this is a Natasha Romanoff x R fic
Classes can be a drag. Especially the early mornings, where not even a cup of coffee can make you focus.
And then, thereâs Wanda Maximoff, looking at the professor as she speaks, diligently taking notes while looking perfect, as usual.
She catches you staring and you have to look away, pretending that you werenât just wondering how she manages to look effortlessly beautiful.
Class is dismissed and you take a minute to pack your things, preparing for the next session. You try not to roll your eyes as you find Wanda with her idiot boyfriend right at the door. As usual, they take up too much space, and you have to push one of them aside.
âComing through, princessâ
You donât have to look back to know Wanda glares at you, annoyed at the nickname.
To be fair, the first time you used it you thought you were both involved in playful banter. Hell, you even meant it to be flirty, but she took great offense in it, which was the case with most things you did, whether they were aimed at her or not.
It was pretty clear she hated your guts. You just didnât know why.
ââ
âI donât know what her problem isâ Wanda says, the music loudly booming across the house.
âWhat?â Jarvis says, leaning forward because he didnât hear a word Wanda said. Partly due to the loud music and also because heâs looking at other girls, albeit discreetly.
âY/N. Sheâs always being a total assâ the girl says, watching as you enter the house, avoiding her stare.
âSheâs just jealous because youâre so prettyâ he says and thatâs enough to distract Wanda.
Across the room, you curse under your breath at the sight of the Maximoff girl. God, you hate her stupid boyfriend. Always runnig his mouth to his friends about Wanda, telling them private things⌠youâd overheard them at a bar once and it took every ounce of your being not to kill him right then and there.
Not to mention, the rumoured affairs that everyone knew about. Everyone, but Wanda, that is.
âYou made it!â Carol greets you, and then follows your gaze. âUgh, that guyâs the worstâ
âAgreeâ you nod, turning to look at her. âShots?â
âHell, yeahâ your friend says, taking you to the kitchen where Val is pouring some alcohol.
To your relief, you get to avoid Wanda for the entirety of the night, and as your friends arrive you quickly forget what had soured your mood in the first place.
Wanda, on the other hand, is not having such a great time. At some point while she was chatting with Pepper, she lost sight of Jarvis and canât seem to find him anywhere. Knowing Stark could get crazy ideas, she worries that they might be doing something reckless so she goes around the house, looking for her boyfriend.
Sheâs expecting everything but seeing him with his pants around his ankles while a girl Wanda doesnât even know gives him head.
âWanda!â Jarvis shouts, startled.
âThatâs not my nameâ the girl says, smiling playfully. âOr are we role playing?â
âI need to get out of hereâ Wanda says, closing the door.
Of course, he chases her down the hall, desperately sayig any excuse he can think of. Wanda tries to walk past him, but he blocks her from going downstairs.
âDonât be so uptight about itâ he loses his patience when Wanda refuses his apology. âGuys just need to do it more than girls, it meant nothingâ
âYouâre an assâ she says, tears rolling down her cheeks.
âWanda, donât leaveâ he warns, as she finally walks around him to go to the first floor. The shouting makes some people turn around, and itâs almost impossible to ignore the commotion.
Youâre standing next to Val and Darcy, unable to look away as the oh so happy couple keeps shouting at each other.
âGuess he got caught red handed this timeâ Darcy mutters. She and Wanda were friends but had a fallout and you suspected it had to do with Jarvis and his side pieces.
âLet go of meâ Wanda insists when he takes her arm, pulling her close to him.
âPeople are staring, shut your fucking mouthâ
âYouâre hurting meâ she protests, trying to losen his grip.
Maybe itâs the way she says it, so defeated or even scared, but those words make you snap, and you walk up to them, pushing Jarvis away.
âStay out of itâ he warns.
âMake meâ
You are expecting the first punch so you dodge it in time, but he manages to land another one on your mouth, and you feel the taste of blood.
âYouâre gonna regret thisâ you say, launching yourself forward until you knock him over, landing on a coffee table that breaks. Grabbing him by the shirt, you land two punches and go for a third one when he kicks you, making you gasp for air.
âThatâs enoughâ Thor steps in, his brother looking delighted at the chaos. âYou better leaveâ
Jarvis glares at him, but truth be told, Thor doesnât like him and he is your friend. He leaves the Odinson house, cursing under his breath.
âIâm fineâ you tell your friends as they bring over ice to put on your cheek.
âWant us to take you home?â Carol offers.
âItâs goodâ you say, shaking your head. âI should go, take some painkillersâ
âCall us if you need anythingâ
âOkâ you pat Darcyâs back, leaving the house where everyoneâs partying like nothing even happened.
As you walk to your car, you spot Wanda, sitting on the sidewalk, wiping away the tears that roll down her cheeks.
âYou ok?â you ask, standing next to her.
âHeâs an idiot. No, Iâm the idiot for being with himâ she rambles.
Thereâs a very sarcastic comment at the tip of yout tongue but you save it.
âDid he drove you here?â Wanda nods and you jiggle the car keys. âCome on, Iâll drive you to your dormâ
âI donât want to be aloneâ Wanda hugs her knees, and in spite of everything, your heart aches for her.
âAny friends that can take you in for the night?â she shakes her head no and you sigh. âWanna stay at my place?â
âAre you sure itâs ok?â
âYeah, come onâ you say, walking to the car. You drive in silence, eager to get home and put some more ice on the punch.
Wanda gets out of the car and follows you to the dorm you share with Carol, who usually stays with Val most nights.
âTake the bedâ you say, handing over some clean clothes so she can change.
Wanda looks at you, and you feel uncomfortable at the intensity of her gaze.
âI⌠thank you, Y/Nâ
âSleep tight, princessâ you say with a smile and for the first time she doesnât look upset as you call her that.
ââ
The smell of bacon and butter wakes you up and you stretch, trying to remember why youâre in the couch.
When you see Wanda in your kitchen, everyhing that happened comes back and you groan, rubbing the sleep off your eyes.
âOuchâ you say when you rub close to the punch on your cheek.
âYouâre upâ Wanda says, smiling. Itâs a strange sight, as sheâs used to glaring at you or just ignoring your presence.
âYou sleep ok?â you say, trying to hide your blush when you notice sheâs still wearing the clothes you let her borrow.
âYeah, thanksâ she nods, pulling up two plates with pancakes. âI wanted to thank you for everythig you did last nightâ
âNo needâ you say, grabbing a fork and eating. Wandaâs just being nice and you honestly donât want to force her to interact with you, so all you want is to finish your food and give her an out so she can leave.
âHeâs been texting meâ Wanda says, looking at her food but not eating anything. âSaying it was a mistake, a one time thing and that it would never happen againâ
âAnd you believe him?â you try to control your tone.
âIâd heard the rumors⌠even from Darcy. You probably know alreadyâ
âWe assumed thatâs why you fought, but she told us it was none of our business. And I know this isnât none of mine, but you deserve betterâ
Wanda giggles at that and you look at her, intrigued.
âIâm just⌠I thought you didnât like meâ
âWhereâd you get that?â
âThe nickname, your constant glares across the roomâŚâ
Oh, shit. Here you were thinking you were obvious about your crush, and Wanda thinks you hate her.
âI hate⌠Jarvis. I knew he was a dick so I always disliked him. Seeing him with you. Yeahâ
âDo you like me?â Wanda asks and you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders.
The girl smiles, finishing her food. You stay in the kitchen, fidgeting with your fork until she comes back, changed into her own clothes.
âI should get back. Do you need anything? Painkillers, ice?â she leans forward, her hand touching your bruise gently. Then, you notice her eyes drifting to your lips.
âIâm fineâ you say and she nods, stepping back.
âSee you in class?â
âYesâ you say, smiling as she waves goodbye. Carol walks in ten seconds later, looking behind her.
âWas thatâŚ?â
âYesâ
âDid youâŚ?â
âNoâ you cut her off. âShe just didnât want to be alone after what happenedâ
âY/NâŚâ Carol says in that tone you dislike so much. Youâre about to get scolded over something that isnât that big of a deal.
âCarol, come on. She slept in my room, I stayed on the couch. Thatâs itâ
âI just donât want to see you getting hurtâ your friend says and you nod. âI mean, you got a split lip and a black eye already so maybe itâs a little late for thatâ
âYeah, thatâs true. Come on, there are some pancakes leftâ
ââ
You tell yourself it means nothing. Wanda sits next to you during class, and offers a second scone she got from the cafeteria.
âHowâs the eye?â
âIâm not blindâ you shrug your shoulders. âJarvis hits like a little bitchâ
Wanda snorts at that, and you canât hold back your own laugh. That attracts the attention of Professor Harkness, who focuses on your eye.
âDo I even want to to know, Y/L/N?â
âNahâ you shake your head and she rolls her eyes.
âAlrightâ
With that, the lesson begins. You try hard to focus, but Wanda smells really nice and youâre only human. At one point, she shuffles in her seat, her leg coming in contact with yours and you give up on taking notes.
âYou ok?â to your surprise, Wanda follows you out of the classroom. âI can let you borrow my notes, if you wantâ
âWandaâ you stop abruptly, sighing. âListen, you donât owe me anything. I helped because it was the right thing to do. So donât worry about paying me back in any wayâ
âThatâs not⌠â she stutters, fixing her hair. âI donât really have any friends. I was always with himâ
âOhâ you feel like an idiot. âWell, ok. I could use those notesâ
âYeah?â
âYeah, come on. Iâll trade them for a coffeeâ you smile, walking next to her to the library.
â
It surprises you, how much you and Wanda have in common. She likes sitcoms and though youâre more of a Friends kind of girl, itâs fun to watch those old shows where they dance and sing from time to time.
âI only know Dick Van Dyke from Mary Poppinsâ you confess one time, which prompts Wanda to invite you to her dorm for a marathon.
âWhere are you going?â Darcy says when you walk past her and Carol that evening.
âOh, this is gonna be funâ Carol smiles and you glare at your friend.
âWell, Wanda and IâŚâ
âOh, my God! You traitor. Brutus!â Darcy shouts, throwing a napkin at you. âSheâs the worstâ
âI wouldnât know. You didnât tell me what happenedâ
âShe got you thereâ Carol points out, eating popcorn while she enjoys the show.
âThat is besides the pointâ
âLook, Iâm not putting Wanda on my will or anything, weâre just hanging out. And if she mentions you, Iâll be the first one to defend youâ
Darcy sighs, chewing on her lip.
âItâs not about me. Wanda has the habit of just⌠using people when sheâs bored or on a break from that idiot. And then they get back together and forgets about you. Which sucks. I wouldnât want it to be the case for you, thatâs allâ
âIâll be carefulâ you promise.
Once at Wandaâs, youâre trying to enjoy the show, but Darcyâs words are echoing in your head. You had to admit that if you spent more time with Wanda, youâd probably develop an even bigger crush. And if she went back to that asshole, it would hurt you.
Was it really worth it?
âIs the show boring? We can watch something else. I know itâs weird that I like thisâ Wanda pauses mid episode.
âNo, itâs just⌠Darcy said some thingsâŚâ
âOh. I wouldnât blame you if you donât want to hang out anymoreâ she sighs, looking down at her hands.
âIâm just thinking⌠maybe it would be good if you fix things with her? Say sorry. Iâm sure sheâll appreciate itâ
âI can try, but you know her. She wonât make it easyâ you both laugh at that. âIs that all?â
âYeahâ you lie. âCome on, letâs keep watching. I wanna know if Rob goes to Ritchieâs playâ
Wanda smiles, this time moving closer to you. Her head rests on your shoulder, relaxing against you. Itâs so intoxicating, to have her so close, to feel her warmth.
And all you can think over and over again is âplease donât break my heartâ. But you canât ask for the impossible.
â
Youâre really not expecting Wanda to take your suggestion at heart, but one day you see her speaking with Darcy in the hallway, your friend pretending to not be interested in the conversation at all.
The only sign that she actually forgives Wanda is when youâre sitting with the girl at the cafeteria and Darcy sits next to you, carrying a tray.
âThis is the only seat that I could findâ she mutters unconvincingly, making you and Wanda smile.
Though you spent most of the time in each otherâs dorms, watching movies or shows. You learn that Jarvis was the one that dragged Wanda to all those parties and anytime you invite her to one she politely declines.
Now, youâre staying in while the rest of your friends are at the Odinson mansion. You donât know if theyâre allergies or a mild cold, but youâve been feeling sick all day and wanted to rest.
âComingâ you groan when someone knocks. You open the door to find Wanda on the other side. âYouâll get sick, what are you doing here?â
âI made you soupâ
âThanksâ you take the container, and you gotta admit the idea of warm soup makes your mouth water. âIâd say do you want to come in, but I really do worry this might be contagiousâ
âIâll be fineâ she walks inside, finding her usual place in the couch and patting the spot next to her. âCome on. Weâll even watch that boring show you likeâ
âThe Office is not boring!â you huff, making her laugh.
A couple of episodes later, and you feel your eyes slowly closing, a side effect from the medicine you took. Wanda notices, and makes you walk to your room.
As you lay in bed, youâre drifting off to sleep when you feel Wanda sliding next to you, her hand on your forehead.
âYour fever is downâ
âMhm. Thanks to the magic soupâ
âIâm staying, in case you need anythingâ
âOk, babyâ you nod, too sleepy to notice what youâre saying.
Wandaâs heart flutters at the term of endearment, and she watches you sleep peacefully, her mind racing with thoughts about what could this possibly mean to you both.
On the other hand, you donât remember anything and are startled when you feel someone sleeping next to you.
âWanda?â you say when you turn around, smiling at how cute she looks, all confused.
âI must have fallen asleep here. How are you feeling?â
âBetter, thanksâ you lay on your side, still smiling. Wanda is still thinking about the way you called her and itâs fairly obvious you donât remember.
Still, she leans forward and you almost watch in slow motion as her lips meet yours in a short kiss.
âWhy did youâŚâ
âYou make me feel⌠I donât know. Safe. Iâm sorry, if I crossed line. Maybe I should goâŚâ she sits up and you follow suit, making her turn to you.
This second kiss is a bit more urgent and less delicate, but you hope it makes a point.
âNow I really hope that what I had wasnât contagiousâ
Wanda laughs at that, her hand over yours.
ââ
The next few weeks you grow closer to Wanda. You spend most of the time at her place, watching sitcoms and more often than not, you end up making out on her bed, until youâre both out of breath.
She also enjoys teasing you endlessly, like that time she sat next to you in Agathaâs class and put her hand on your thigh. Your knee jolted forward, crashing against the table and making the professor glare at you.
This time, youâre supposed to be studying in your room, but you find that looking at Wanda as she goes over her notes is far more interesting.
âStopâ she says after a few minutes and you smile.
âIâm not doing anythingâ
âYouâre staringâ
âCan you blame me?â you crawl behind her, placing small kisses down her neck. She sighs at the contact, leaning against your front.
âAre you doing this to get my notes?â
âMaybeâ you laugh against her shoulder, making her turn until youâre kissing her, and she pushes you down on the bed, straddling your lap.
âYou better work for them, thenâ
Next day, when youâre done with your test, the first thing you do is reach for Wandaâs hand. To your surprise, she flinches away, grabbing the strap of her bagpack.
âDid you do ok on the test?â sheâs quick to ask, hoping you wonât push it too much.
âI think so, yeahâ
âIf you pass, Iâd say you owe me for borrowing my notesâ she smiles.
âWell, we could go out to the movies. Or dinner?â you suggest, your heart beating faster. Itâs a thought that has been going through your mind recently.
Not that you donât enjoy the kissing and sneaking around, but youâre eager to take Wanda out, find new places together, talk about something else other than classes and her old shows.
âIâm not sure I can make itâ Wanda says, avoiding your eyes again.
This new rejection stings and you drop your shoulders, looking for an excuse to leave.
âYeah, youâre right. We have lots of stuff to do. Iâll catch you laterâ you say, walking faster and not waiting for Wandaâs reply.
The rest of the day is spent in your dorm, which isnât unusual. The only difference is that youâre alone instead of enjoying Wandaâs company, and hiding from seeing her.
âWanna go to Joeâs with us?â Carol offers. âTo celebrate midterms are overâ
âSounds funâ you agree, because itâs been forever since youâve been with your friends.
âYou can invite your girlâ
âSheâs not my girlâ
âOh?â Carol tilts her head to the side, putting the pieces together. âSo thatâs why you only hang out in the dormsâ
âWhat did you think we were doing?â
âHaving sex like crazyâ
No answer comes to you, because sex is something that hasnât happened yet. Or maybe never, considering Wanda doesnât want anything more.
âI donât think she knows what she wants, Carolâ
âDo you?â she asks gently. Your immediate response is a shrug of your shoulders, and itâs a lie, because you know exactly what you want. âCome on, itâs her loss then. Letâs just go out and have funâ
Meeting your friends does improve your mood and youâre happy you listened to Carol. You eat and play pool, until everyone gets restless and looks for something else to do.
âHeard Stark is having a partyâ Carol says, knowing he always gets the fancy booze.
âPassâ youâre the first one to speak.
âWhy?â
âIsnât he best friends with Jarvis?â Darcy says. âWe donât want to have another fight, do we?â
âOh come on, there will be so many people he wonât even notice that youâre there!â Carol insists, and you can tell sheâs gonna be stubborn and annoying until she gets what she wants.
So, you agree, but spend the whole time looking around, waiting for that jerk to pop out of nowhere and pick up a fight.
âI donât think heâs hereâ Darcy says, patting your back. âLetâs just have some fun, then Val will drag Carol out of here and we can go home, yeah?â
âSounds like a planâ you nod.
For the next hour, you do enjoy the party and are even surprised when Tony seems happy to see you. To be fair, he is a lot nicer than most of his friends. Youâre relaxed, dancing to the music and doing shots with Darcy and Val, almost forgetting why you were so sad in the first place.
That is, until you walk out of the living room to get another beer, but the place is so crowded you bump into a girl.
âSorry, are you ok?â you say, turning to make sure sheâs fine.
Your stomach drops when your eyes meet Wandaâs.
She calls for you, but the sound of her voice is drowned out by the music and the ringing in your ears. Jarvis says Wandaâs name, and you take advantage of the distraction to escape, pushing people out of the way.
When the fresh air hits you, the first thing you do is bend over the railing of the porch and throw up, coughing and wretching violently.
âItâs okâ Darcy comes out of nowhere, getting the hair out of your face.
âShitâ Val sobers up immediately. âTime to go home?â
âYeah, come on. Letâs get a cabâ Carol says, patting your back.
They think youâre wasted, but all you are is heartbroken. Wanda was with him, after everything youâve been through.
The shame over being so naive makes you stay in your dorm for the entire day.
Wanda shows up the minute Carol leaves.
âYou should goâ
âPlease let me explainâ
âI donât think thatâs possibleâ you shake your head. You know it, deep down. Sheâll never give you a place in her life.
âWeâre just⌠friends. He wanted to talk, apologizeâ
âWandaâ you plead, hoping sheâll stop. But instead, she pushes past you, her hands in your face.
âI canât lose youâ
âWhy would I stay?â
Wanda answers with a kiss, that is slow at first, and then borderline agressive. Youâre pushing, then pulling, unsure of what you want from her, but she pulls your pants down, just enough for her hand to fit, moving past your underwear and circling your clit. Your nails dig into her shoulders, gasping and breathing as she enters roughly, her fingers moving fast and hard.
Itâs not nice or affectionate, but a way to further claim you, ruin you, brand you. Now sheâs reached and touched more of you, and youâll never be able to erase it.
Your orgasm comes unexpectedly, and after the high, you come crashing down. All you feel is bitterness and guilt and anger. Wanda stays inside, biting your neck. The sting reminds you, youâre only gonna get pain out of this.
â
It becomes a vicious circle. Wanda is distant in public, because more often than not Jarvis is by her side. And then, she corners you in any spot she can find, kissing you and pressing her body against yours.
The more you let her in, the weaker you are and itâs nearly impossible to stay away. It will hurt if she leaves, and it hurts to be with her.
âI donât know how to stay awayâ you confess to Carol one particularly hard night. Darcy was called to offer her support, and she provided that along with snacks. âYou were right, Darcyâ
âI didnât want to beâ she says, holding your hand. âYouâre the only one who can put a stop to this. Sheâll never stop looking for youâ
You canât see yourself doing that, but then you walk past her in the hallway, and you hear her saying those words to Jarvis.
âI love youâ
You couldnât even get her to hold your fucking hand.
Pushing past her, you walk away, hoping to find the nearest bathroom and lock yourself there. Lucky for you, Wanda doesnât follow you.
Thereâs someone else waiting outside.
âMiss Y/L/Nâ Professor Harkness greets and you nod, looking at your feet and hoping she doesnât notice your red eyes.
âProfessorâ
âYouâre too advanced for my class. My wife has a spot in her lecture. New people to impress, most of them pHD studentsâ
Her emphasis in the new makes you understand.
You wonât have to see Wanda in class.
âOk. Iâd like thatâ
âKeep your head high, kiddoâ Agatha says, her hand on your chin. âAnd donât tell any of this to Rio or sheâll accuse me of going softâ
âYes, Professor Harkness. Thank youâ
âMhmâ she nods, giving her signature smirk and turning around.
One less place where youâll have to see Wanda.
Soon after that, you change everything about your routine. Where you eat, study, even go out for runs. Hell, you change your phone number and Darcy is kind enough to let you stay with her for a while. That, and the Thanksgiving break are enough to give you three weeks of space.
It hurts and more than once you have to stop yourself from looking for Wanda. But whatâs the point of being a secret? The longer it goes on, the more it will hurt.
Still, there are days when anger weights heavier than sadness. Youâre mad at yourself, for being so stupid. At Wanda, because she was a coward and a liar. And those times, you get restless and go out to run, listening to music until you reach a hidden lake. Itâs one of the few places you can be at peace, because you found it after Wanda broke your heart. So, thereâs no ghost of her here, only you and your conflicting emotions.
Throwing stones at the lake is a way to pass time, and youâre doing exactly that when you hear rustling behind you.
âSorryâ a raspy voice says. Your eyes meet green ones, but these are softer, almost shy. The girl has beautiful red hair, braided with a few strands lose. She misinterprets your silence, and quickly retreats. âIâll find another spotâ
âThatâs ok. I can⌠I can goâ
âNo, you donât have toâ sheâs quick to reassure.
âWell, we can always shareâ you propose, smiling. The girl nods, and places her bagpack next to a log. She pulls out a book, and begins reading. You continue throwing rocks, stealing glances here and there.
âIs the book any good?â you finally ask.
âDependsâ
âOn what?â
âOn your fascination with social expectations in Russian society during the 19th centuryâ
âPass. Got anything lighter?â you joke. To your surprise, the girl pulls out another book.
âHow about the perils of indulging in romantic fantasies?â
âI know those very wellâ you say, grimacing. She puts the book down, smiling at you. You try to smile back, but turn your attention back to the lake until youâre able to calm down.
âLit major?â you guess, pointing at the spot next to her. She moves her bag, allowing you to sit.
âYeah. You?â
âAnthropology. Minor in Art History. Iâm surprised we havenât seen each other in the buildingâ
âI'm a grad student, so Iâm usually at the libraryâ the girl says.
âNo parties?â
âNo one ever invites meâ she shakes her head.
âIâd invite youâ you blurt out, finding her blush adorable. âSorry, I donât mean to be forwardâ
âItâs not⌠youâre fineâ
âSo. Anna Karenina and Madame Bovary. Are you trying to find out if Tolstoy really wrote his book with Flaubertâs in mind?â
The girl gives you an appreciative smile, nodding.
âYeah, but itâs more about how men in 19th century wrote about women. Even in two different societies, the protagonists are punished for following their desiresâ
âNo one should be punished for thatâ you say, looking at her. She averts her eyes, holding back a smile.
âWhy Anthropology?â she changes the subject.
âBecause. Weâre the same and weâre not, even thousand of years apart. Isnât that fascinating?â
âHow so?â
âDo you think you have anything in common with someone who lived thirty thousand years ago?â
âWe need food to survive. Sleep, water, oxygenâ she lists, and you nod.
âMhm. All basic needs. Next question, did you make a drawing of your hand when you were a kid?â
âEveryone didâ she says, as if itâs obvious.
âWhy?â
âBecause I wanted to see what it looked like. Because it was my hand and no one elseâsâ
âAnd people thirty thousand years ago thought the same thing. And left their handprint in a cave in Southern France. Isnât that something wonderful?â
She stays silent for a second and then smiles.
âI suppose it is, yes. To have an impact, so long after youâre gone tooâ
âYou get itâ you nod. âIâm Y/N, by the wayâ
âNatashaâ she says, smiling at you.
The next few days, you catch yourself thinking about Natasha, and even with all the distractions, your mind goes back to her. It takes every ounce of self control to not wait everyday by the lake. Why would you want to get hurt, when you just started healing?
Love never ends well for Anna Karenina, Emma Bovary or yourself.
And yet⌠three days later youâre by the lake, holding a book of your own collection and an extra scone. Youâre about to give up when Natasha shows up, and she seems as eager as you.
âHeyâ
âHiâ she answers, a smile on her face. âAm I interrupting lunch?â
âThis is for you. I mean, I was hoping Iâd see you hereâ you stutter, looking everywhere but Natashaâs eyes.
âI was hoping to see you tooâ she confesses. It takes you by surprise, so she grabs the scone and the book as you try to gather your thoughts.
âEmily Dickinsonâ she reads. âEnjoying it?â
âYou can borrow it if you want. I mean, yes I enjoyed it when I read it. But I just thought, you might like a change from male authorsâ
âThank youâ she nods, holding it close to her. âI actually have to goâŚâ
âOh, rightâ you nod, trying not to look disappointed.
âCan I have your number?â Natasha blurts out, her cheeks turning almost as red as her hair. âTo give you your book backâ
You smile, handing over your phone.
âI recently changed my number and I havenât memorized it yet. So give me yoursâ
âOkâ she says. As soon as the device is back in your hands, you send her a text.
âSee? Now Iâm sure I gave you the right numberâ
âTalk to you soon. Thanks for the foodâ
When is it appropriate to text someone without looking desperate?
Either way, you canât hold back your excitement as you walk to your dorm, jumping on Carolâs back as sheâs eating her cereal.
âAre you mad?â she says, flakes and milk flying all over the counter.
âIâm just happy!â
âWhy?â she glares, hoping youâre not back to your old ways.
âI spoke to a girl. And she gave me her phone numberâ
âOh, my God! Y/N!â Carol shouts, the rest of her cereal thrown away as she dances around.
âWhatâs all the fuss?â Val says from the shower, concerned over the noise. Carol runs to the bathroom and opens the door wide.
âY/N met a girlâ
âWay to go!â Val joins the celebration and youâre about to say thank you when you notice sheâs stepping out of the shower.
âGah, byeâ
âYeah, we wouldnât want your new girlfriend to think youâre a pervert!â
âShut upâ you say, walking to your room and flipping her off without turning back.
The rest of your evening is spent studying, but also looking at your phone waiting for anything to come through.
As youâre getting ready to sleep, thereâs a text.
Nat: Iâm ready to give the book back.
Y/N: Itâs been⌠seven hours?
Nat: Iâm a fast reader.
Nat: Secret spot? Saturday morning.
Y/N: Iâll be there
â
Itâs the first time youâre there so early. The light filters through the leaves, birds chirping as their day begins with the rays of sunshine.
The walk to the lake is lovely, and you spot a couple of small flowers as you find your way to the place. Deciding to get one for luck, you twirl it around in your fingers.
You sit by the log, looking at the fog over the surface of the water when you hear soft footsteps approaching.
âI was afraid youâd stood me upâ you joke when Natasha sits next to you.
âAnd stole your book?â
âThe book, I could get overâ you admit, giving her the flower. Natasha smiles, her fingertips caressing the petals delicately.
Your eyes are focused on the curve of her lips and those beaufitul eyes.
âWell, Iâm hereâ she says, smiling when your eyes meet hers. âThank you, I enjoyed reading itâ
You take the book, your hands touching briefly.
âThereâs a problem, thoughâ
âWhat is it?â you say, worried that somethingâs wrong.
âI gave the book back, but I still have to thank you for that sconeâ
âOhâ you laugh.
âSo, what is your preferred payment method? Ice cream? Coffee?â
âItâs a little early for ice creamâ
âThen weâll get it later. I know just the placeâ
âYeah. Iâd like thatâ
Though there are no classes, Natasha still has to meet with her advisor, so you chat for an hour until she has to go back to uni, agreeing to meet at your dorm in the evening.
âIs this a date?â you ask your friends on the video call as they agree on what you should wear.
âOf course it is, you silly goose!â Carol says, her face occupying half of the screen. âWear something hot!â
âNo, something comfortable. Itâs an ice cream date, not a clubâ Val argues, trying to get a glimpse of the options.
âSomething comfortable AND hotâ
As they keep arguing, you opt for a pair of jeans, a white cotton t-shirt and a light jacket.
âGotta goâ you say when someone knocks. After hanging up, you are surprised to check Natashaâs ten minutes early. Plus, you donât remember giving her your exact room number, agreeing youâd come down and meet at the lobby.
Youâre about to open the door when the voice on the other side makes you stop in your tracks.
âY/N? Please. Open up. I need youâ
Wanda.
That voice, those words, the feelings youâve been trying so hard to push away and bury come back. But instead of hurting you, they make you angry. Youâre about to go out with a wonderful girl, who seems geniuenly interested in you. And here comes Wanda, trying to stain that as well.
Without thinking twice, you climb out of the window, holding on to the emergency ladder. You look down, unsure of what to do when you reach the last step.
"What are you doing?" Natasha says, rushing to stand above you.
"Parkour?" you reply weakly. "Is it too high?"
"Don't worry, I'll catch you"
Trusting her, you jump. Truth to her word, she eases the fall as you land, but you drag her along with you as you stay on the floor.
âAre you hurt? Why did you do that?â
Her hands are running over every inch of your face, going down to your shoulders and arms. The worry in her eyes only makes your heart beat faster.
âMy roomate accidentally locked me insideâ
You figure it's better than saying "My situationship is outside my door and I wanted to avoid her"
âYou could have told me, and I would have gone and find herâ Natasha insists.
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. Letâs get ice cream? I wonât ever do this againâ you promise, holding her hand. The redhead rolls her eyes, but nods and leads you away from the building.
You make small talk, appreciating how her hand doesnât leave yours as you get away from campus and to the walking district. You try to look discreetly behind you, hoping Wanda didnât see you and followed you.
Natasha finds the store, opening the door for you.
âRocky road, pleaseâ you give Natasha puppy eyes and she smiles, ordering strawberry ice cream for her.
âSo, whatâs your deal?â she asks as you leave the store.
âMy deal? What do you mean?â you say, mouth full of ice cream. The girl wipes the corner of your mouth with her napkin.
âYou mentioned parties. Are you some sort of wild girl looking for someone to charm every night?â
âOh, yes, Iâm quite the Casanovaâ you laugh. âNo, come on. My friends are cool and we just like to have fun from time to timeâ
âSo, not a playerâ she notes with a smile.
âI did get my heart broken, thoughâ
âFella done you wrong?â
âHis girlfriend done me wrongâ you correct, wishing you were talking about anything else. But truthfully, if you want things to work out, you better be honest. âShe was with me, but only on her terms and as if I were a secretâ
âIâm sorry, you donât deserve thatâ
âI moved on. So, donât think Iâm just messing here, Nat. I really like youâ you hurry to say, blushing slightly.
âI like you tooâ she takes your hand. âNow, letâs finish our ice cream so I can show you this awesome bookstore I foundâ
The next few hours are spent talking about college, some of your plans for the future and also, your friends. You smile when Natasha comments sheâd love to hang out with them.
Before it gets dark, you walk back to campus. Worried that Wanda might still be at your door, you asked Darcy a while back to go check. Apparently, the coast was clear.
Natasha walks you to the door.
âI had the best timeâ you say, smiling. âWe should do it again. Maybe go to the movies?â
âWould love toâ Natasha nods, her eyes drifting to your lips. You lean forward, heart beating fast as youâre eager to feel her lips on yours.
âAre you still here? I told you to beat it!â Darcy opens the door, making you both jump back. âOops, I thought you were someone else. Sorry, Iâll go back inside. Pretend this didnât happen, make outâ
âDarcyâ you groan. Your friend doesnât get inside, though.
âThe famous Natasha. Y/N here wonât shut up about youâ
âShhh, donât listen to her, sheâs off her medsâ you ask Nat, covering Darcyâs mouth and pushing her inside. As you close the door, you hold it so she canât open it again.
Natasha laughs, her hands going to your hips and pulling you softly. You take a few steps forward, smiling as she lifts your chin, leaning to connect your lips in a slow kiss.
Itâs mindblowingly good, although too short for your liking.
âSo, when are we doing this again?â
âThe date or the kiss?â she jokes and your hands go around her neck.
âBothâ
âAs soon as youâre freeâ she says, kissing you once more before leaving for the day.
Darcy snaps a picture the second you walk inside.
âThatâs the gayest youâve ever looked, congratsâ she says, sending the picture to the group chat.
You roll your eyes, pulling out your phone and smiling.
Y/N: Best Iâve ever had
Nat: The kiss or the ice cream?
Y/N: What do you think?
Smiling at your phone, you walk to the couch where your friend is sitting.
âIâm happy that youâre happyâ she says, relieved that youâre healing from everything that Wanda put you through.
âMe tooâ you sigh, pulling your knees against your chest. âThough I do have to ask. Did Wanda say why was she here?â
âI didnât care enough to find out. All I did was tell her to leave you alone. And then I pretended you were inside so she wouldnât go anywhere else looking for youâ
âYouâre a great friendâ you nudge her with your foot and she glares.
âEw, get that thing away from meâ
âI take it backâ you show her your tongue.
The next week, you text Natasha between classes, and though sheâs very busy, sheâs always making time to get back to you. You agree to go out on another date on Friday, but neither one can wait to see each other, so you end up at the library on a Wednesday evening, each one focused on your work.
Well, Natasha is focused on her work. Youâre looking at her, because this is the first time youâve seen her wearing glasses and it���s adorable.
âFind anything interesting?â
âPlentyâ you say, not even pretending to be reading your notes.
âYouâre not the only one whoâs staringâ Natashaâs eyebrow arches, speaking without looking up. âBrunette, green eyes, a lot of rings and eyeshadowâ
âOhâ
âIs that the infamous ex?â she says and youâre scared sheâll be upset about this whole situation.
âUhm⌠yeah. Iâm sorry. If sheâs making you uncomfortable, Iâll just leaveâŚâ
Natasha looks up at that, eyeing you up and down as you struggle to read her expression. She surprises you by pulling your chair until it bumps against hers, leaning forward and kissing you, one of her hands on your thigh and the other holding your chin, in that signature move that always makes your head spin.
âMaybe thatâll keep her awayâ Natasha says, smiling and bumping her nose against yours.
âYou canât just kiss me like that and expect me to focus on an essayâ you say, biting your lip.
âThen letâs get something to eat. We need a break from all this studyingâ she proposes, picking up her things and leading you out of the library, her hand in yours.
You donât care to look around for Wanda to check if sheâs watching, because this moment with Natasha is yours. Sheâs holding your hand, kissing you, spending time with you whenever she can, instead of hiding you like youâre a dirty secret.
By being herself, sheâs given you the one thing you always craved for. Something real.
Finally, Friday comes and youâre buzzing with excitement, getting ready to meet Natasha.
âWanna go to a party tomorrow? You can invite your girlfriendâ Val says, painting her nails while Carol throws a ball in the air.
âWe havenât had the talk about being each other girlfriendsâ
âWhat? And you call yourself a lesbian? This is the second date, you should be adopting a cat by nowâ
âLike you and Val with Goose?â
âYes!â
âWell, sorry to disappoint the sapphics, Iâm just trying to not scare her away. And about the party, yeah, if Natashaâs up for it, weâll stop byâ
âAlright, itâs at Starkâsâ
âOh. Maybe not, thenâ
Your friends share a look, and you glare as they both stay silent.
âYou canât avoid her foreverâ Val is the first one to speak. âSheâs gonna keep looking for you, getting in the middle of what could be a good relationship just because she thinks she canâ
âYeah, next time you see her, donât jump out the window. Open the door and tell her offâ Carol agrees.
âYou did what?â Val looks at you, baffled.
âItâs ok, Nat was there to catch me. Speaking of whichâ you hear a knock on the door, and stand up. âSee ya, cat ladiesâ
âHey! We only have the oneâ
You laugh as you open the door, but then youâre interrupted by Natashaâs lips on yours.
âHeyâ
âHelloâ she smiles, and then looks behind you as your friends whistle.
âMeet Val and Carol. My two former best friendsâ you grumble when they make kissing sounds.
âNice to meet youâ Natasha greets over your shoulder.
âBring her home at a decent timeâ Carol says. âUnless you plan on having sex. In that case take her back to yours so she doesnât wake me upâ
âI hate you so muchâ you sigh, pulling Nat away.
âWeâll see you at the party tomorrowâ
âSorry about themâ you mumble when youâre going down the stairs.
âWhat was that about a party?â she asks, opening the car door for you.
âEver heard of Tony Stark? Big house, bigger ego. Loves to have parties. We donât have to go unless you want toâ you say, half expecting her to turn down the invitation.
âIf you want me to go Iâll be thereâ
âI just want us to spend some time together, doing whatever you wantâ you say, blushing.
âI did promise Iâd try going to a party with you, and it seems like the perfect time. Could meet the rest of your friendsâ
âAlright thenâ you nod, excited and terrified about how things could turn out if a certain someone is there.
Carol is right, though. You canât be looking over your shoulder all the time, expecting Wanda to approach you and open those wounds.
If you have closure, in whatever way that is, she wonât have the power to hurt you anymore.
Itâs hard to focus on the movie with Natasha by your side, her hand clasped in yours over your leg. At one point, you lean against her shoulder and she kisses your temple.
Sheâs so perfect, it makes you dizzy.
âWhat did you think about the movie?â she asks as you go out of the theater, her arm around your waist.
âIt was good. Iâm glad I understood most of it without having watched those other Alien moviesâ
âWhy didnât you tell me? I would have picked a different oneâ she protests, pulling you to a stop.
âI just want to be with you. Plus you looked so excited to watch it, I had a hard time saying noâ
âIs that so?â she arches an eyebrow.
âDonât use that against me, Natashaâ you warn, getting ready to argue but her lips silence you, and you moan against the kiss.
Itâs not nearly enough, and you need more of her, not just kissing.
âSo if I ask you to go back home with me, will you still have a hard time saying no?â
âOn the second date? What do you think I am, a harlot?â
âIâd count the lake as a date of itâs own. And the library tooâ
âSo, this is like the fourth one?â you say, counting with your fingers.
âYou donât have to, I was onlyâŚâ
Natashaâs words are cut off by your lips on hers, and she holds back a moan of her own when you run your tongue over her bottom lip.
âIâd very much like to go back to your placeâ
The drive back is silent, but not in an uncomfortable way. Thereâs a certain tension, and the expectation of what is about to happen makes you feel like your heart is beating out of your chest.
âThis is homeâ Natasha says, opening the door to her apartment. Of course, as a grad student, you expected her to have her own place, but you still admire how homey it feels. There are books everywhere, which makes sense, and pictures of Natashaâs family.
âItâs lovelyâ you say, turning back to look at her. The tour of the place is forgotten, as you watch Natasha approach you slowly, her hands dropping to your waist.
âNervous?â
âYeah. A bitâ you admit, because lying to Natasha has never been something youâd consider doing. âI want this to be perfect. And for you to really like itâ
For me to be enough.
âItâs already perfectâ she says, coming closer and kissing you slowly. Your eyes close as you enjoy the sensation of her lips against yours, hands wandering to your lower back. Without breaking the kiss, you discard your jacket and take hers off as well, and she immediately pulls you against her, your hands holding her cheeks as she deepens the kiss.
âAre we doing it standing up?â you ask when she breaks apart, breathing heavily against your neck. âBecause Iâve never tried it, but I am open to experimentingâ
âYou could just say that we should take this to the bedroomâ she laughs against your temple.
âNow, whereâs the fun in that?â
Still, she laughs as you pull her by the belt loop of her pants, guessing that her bedroom must be that last door to the left.
âBingoâ you smile, opening the door. There are more books scattered on the nightstand and the floor, but at least the bed is clear. âGod, Nat, your reading is gonna kill meâ you say as you fall to the bed and make her land on top of you.
âSorry, I donât have company very oftenâ
âAre you a virgin?â you tease, knowing full well sheâs dated in the past, though nothing serious.
Instead of answering, she kisses you again, her lips drifting down to your neck, and then lower to your stomach. In one swift motion, she unsclaps your bra and lifts your shirt up, her tongue swirling around a nipple. You moan, surprised at the contact, holding her head in place as she moves to the other nipple.
âDoes it look like my first time?â Natasha says against your lips, her hands going down to undo the button of your jeans.
âIâm sorry, I was only joking, babyâ you say, and itâs almost embarassing how desperate you sound.
âGood girlâ she comments, pulling your pants down. You struggle with your underwear and Natashaâs too impatient, so she pulls it aside and starts eating you out, her tongue making circles and swirling around your clit.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâ you say, biting your hand to keep you from screaming. Natasha nudges your clit with her nose as she moves to go up and down and youâre close when she stops. âWhy?â
âI want to be inside youâ
Itâs a mystery, how your brain doesnât stop functioning at that, but you manage to discard your shirt and start to undress Natasha, eager to feel her skin against yours. Once youâre both naked, she flips you, so youâre on top of her, straddling her lap.
âIâm debating if it would be better to have my fingers or my strap buried in your pussyâ she says, and you wonder how the girl who is so well spoken can manage to be so crass.
Not that youâre complaining.
âAnything you wantâ you say, aware that youâre rubbing your center against her thigh.
âWhatâs that?â
âI⌠please. Just use meâ you plead, desperate for some release.
Those words do it for Natasha, who takes out a strap on from her nightstand. You protest when she stands up to fasten it around her hips, feeling like youâre gonna combust if sheâs not touching you.
âShh, Iâm hereâ she soothes you, laying on top of you and rubbing the strap against your entrance.
âFuck me, Natâ you squeeze your legs around her, hoping she stops teasing you.
âThatâs the plan, baby. Tell me if it hurts?â Natasha asks as she begins to fill you up, and youâre too far gone to give a verbal confirmation, nodding instead.
âMoreâ you insist when she stops, searching for any sign of discomfort. Natasha thrusts forward, sinking the entire shaft and you moan, arching your back. âHarderâ
Truthfully, Natashaâs never been so adventurous or forward in her sex life, but the way youâre pleading, clenching and panting underneath her, wakes something entirely new inside her. Pushing your knees against your chest, she moves in and out, reaching new spots that make you see stars.
âYes, yes, yesâ is all you manage to say, holding on to the sheets as your knuckles turn white. âNat, Iâm gonnaâŚâ
The words are stuck in your mouth as a powerful orgasm takes over, leaving you breathless. You feel Natasha slowing down her movements, and then she goes to kiss your neck, the strap still buried inside you.
âThat wasâŚâ you sigh, trying to make your brain work. As your breathing steadies, your muscles relax and you let a finger run up and down Natashaâs side. âI donât know what to say. Youâre the one with the big wordsâ
âThat was fucking hotâ she says, making you laugh. âAnd Iâm not done with youâ
Good thing your schedule was clear for the next day, because you werenât getting any sleep tonight.
â
Your muscles feel sore when you wake up, stretching and turning in Natashaâs arms, watching her sleep.
Her alarm woke you up, but sheâs still sound asleep.
âNatâ you say, moving her fiery hair out of her face. âBabyâ
âNoâ she protests.
âTime to get up. Youâre meeting your advisor, remember?â
Natasha curses under her breath, clearly not caring enough to wake up.
âHey⌠what if I sit on your face?â
âIâm upâ she says, opening her eyes and pulling you by the waist. âCome on, giddy upâ
âNuh-uh. Get dressedâ
âWhy would you lie about something like that?â she whines, burying her face in your neck.
âI didnât lie, because technically, I didnât say Iâd do it right now. Get dressed, Iâll make breakfast and then we can go back to uniâ
âFine. But this discussion is not overâ she kisses your cheeks, neck and then your lips, smiling as you laugh. âMorningâ
âMorning, babyâ you say, appreciating how beautiful she looks even with bed hair.
When she gets up, you find one of her t-shirts and go to the kitchen, looking at your options. You opt for french toast and make some coffee, because Natasha is definitely gonna need it to stay awake.
âTastes amazingâ she comments when you sit down to eat.
âBreakfast or me?â you tease and she almost chokes with her coffee. âSorry, letâs eatâ
âSo, what are the plans for today?â
âLaundry, some homework. Standard stuffâ
âDo you have any plans for lunch?â Natasha asks and you shake your head no. âWould you like to eat with me? After Iâm done with my meeting and you finish your stuff, of courseâ
âWould love toâ you say, smiling at how domestic and perfect it all feels.
Once you finish breakfast, you get changed and walk to Natâs car. Parking close to your dorm, she kisses you goodbye and walks to the professor's offices.
Youâre so distracted, thinking about everything that happened that you donât notice Wanda sitting outside your dorm until youâre at the door.
âWandaâ you say, your hands in the pocket of your jeans. âHeyâ
âY/N? Did you just get here?â she says, looking around and then at the time on her phone. âYou didnât sleep here?â
âWhat do you want?â
âI want⌠to apologizeâ
You sigh, hoping the conversation ends soon so you donât have to ever talk to her again.
âAnything else?â
âI thought he would change. He promised. But then it happened, again and again. And all I could think about is how youâd never do that to meâ
âNo, I wouldnât. But now itâs too late. You made your choiceâ
âIt was the wrong choice. Please, just give me another chance. I was scared beforeâŚâ
âNo, Wanda. Iâm sorry, but I donât want to hear it and weâre not gonna be anything at all. Natasha is⌠sheâs amazing and I want to be with her. You had a choice to make and you went with him. And now⌠I have to choose the girl Iâm in love withâ
âIs there anything I can do or sayâŚ?â
âNo. Iâm sorryâ you shake your head. Wanda nods, wiping away the tears. It does tug at your heart, seeing her so alone and broken. But itâs not on you to fix this.
Not anymore.
You let out a sigh when she leaves the hallway, turning in the other direction so she doesnât see you wiping away a tear of your own.
Your eyes meet Natashaâs. Sheâs holding a bouquet, looking at you intensely.
âNat. I can explain.â
The redhead drops the flowers and youâre scared sheâll walk away, but instead, she approaches you, lifting you as she kisses you. You sigh against her lips, holding on to her as if sheâs the only thing in the world.
âI heard. Everything. You donât have to explain anythingâ she puts you down, smiling. âIâm in love with you tooâ
âI donât⌠know what to sayâ you laugh, craddling her face in your hands.
âNo need to speakâ she pulls you closer again, walking back until your're cornered against your door.
âI swear to God, if itâs that girl again Iâm going toâŚâ Carol opens the door without a warning, making you almost fall. âAwww, you guys! Val, come look! Theyâre kissingâ
âWith tongue?â
âI hate you so muchâ you complain, hiding your face in Natashaâs neck. She laughs, kissing your temple. âNow close the door so I can say goodbye to my girlfriendâ
âGirlfriend? Val, theyâre girlfriends!â
âWohoo!â the girl screams from somewhere inside the apartment.
âAgh, itâs like having overbearing lesbian mothersâ you slam the door shut, turning to Natasha. âIâm staying at your place tonight, or they will drive me insane with all their questionsâ
âTonight, every night. Whatever you want. Just know⌠youâre getting very little sleepâ she says with a smirk, kissing you.
âI can live with thatâ
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