#and i keep thinking everything i make will be bad or completely unnoticed

[rainbowratsstuff]

My motivation for my art is so low right now :(

[myunghology]

THE LITTLE THINGS.

summary the little things they do for you, just because they love you. part 1/2 !!

pairings riddle, leona, azul, x gender neutral reader (established relationship)

tw none.. i think IDK

a/n — YAYYY I HIT 1.7K give me more clout pls ily all

✧ — RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Teaches you even though it's incredibly late at night. His eyes are already telling you that he's tired— and you try your best to tell him to go to bed.

But noooo, he cares too much about you to let you fail your worst subject. He casually waves his hand to dismiss your ideas for him to get sleep, putting you first before anything else. Well, at least he's learning more as well from teaching you.

Your head would be laying on his lap as he explains literal calculus at 4am in the morning, since you woke up in the middle of the night, making HIM wake up as well, why not torment you as well by making you learn with the time?

You give him such attitude early in the morning, saying "I'm sorry calculus sucks so bad, I'm sorry it's boring?" and yet he's completely whipped for you to the point that he's willing to sacrifice his sleeping schedule for you to learn. It's for your own good!

Riddle's possessive.. But in a good way! He just cares too much, not possessive to the point he's controlling, but possessive in a way that he's just overprotective of you.

He's the "Don't let anybody do this to you, unless that somebody's me." type of boyfriend. Can you tell he gets jealous easily? Gets extra snarky whenever someone asks about you, especially when they don't know you two are dating.

The type to pull you closer wherever just from being possessive, and makes an excuse that's basically just "Because you might get lost". Riddle.. The hallway is currently empty?

He will forever be your first and last love. The little things he does for you, it's everything. To you, and to everyone else who sees. The way he ties your shoelaces— which you didn't even notice that was untied.

When you make a mistake and a small "I'm sorry." comes out of your lips while your eyes get blurry, shaking his head as he shushes you and reassures you, everytime without fail.

The way he looks up at your pretty face right after, as smitten as ever and in complete awe, it's not that obvious, but you can see it in his eyes.

The way he's incredibly patient with you, the way you push your luck just to annoy him— luckily not getting beheaded by your own boyfriend. He has always fully believed time has brought you to him, hell, even fate itself maybe.

✧ — LEONA KiNGSCHOLAR

Leona always finds himself ending up with you, one way or another. At the end of the day, he's home. To you. And that's what matters the most to him.

The way he's burying his face in your chest, making a giggle escape out of your lips, a giggle he especially loves, but of course, would never really admit it directly.

This time, it's your turn to tease him for acting like this. But who could blame him? You're so comfortable.. And you're so.. Everything, really.

The soft sighs of relief he lets out when he feels your fingers thread through his long hair, indirectly asking you to not stop, and just keep going.

He compliments you without even realizing. Like it's a natural response to everything you do. From your little "Isn't this bow really cute, Leona?" with a soft smile as he goes, "Yeah. It'd be cuter if you'd wear it, though."

And you're left red and blushing, it honestly depends if he's going to tease you for it or not. But we all know, your blush is never going to get unnoticed by the prince himself.

Gets defensive whenever you bring this topic up. He will NEVER miss a day of complimenting you— even if it's something random. It's either that, or something completely heartwarming.

It ranges from, "You're really short, you know? Could barely even reach the top of the door even if you stand on your tippy-toes. But it's alright. I like it like that." with a smug grin.

To, "What's wrong with you? You're gorgeous. You're gonna be keepin' up with me in terms of persuasion, with those adorable little eyes of yours, are you?" sir this is a wendys

Can NEVER say no to you when you give him that special look. When you look up at him he absolutely melts— and it's painfully obvious it hurts physically (And by that, I mean butterflies.)

"If my significant other thinks they can just bat their cute lil eyes at me and get whatever they want, they're absolutely right." Type of mindset. He'd never admit it or say it out loud, either. We all saw that coming though, let's be honest..

Grits his teeth whenever you look at him with doe eyes, and it makes him weak because he especially loves your eyes, and how much they can say about you and how you're feeling.

✧ — AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Provides you with anything you need, without you needing to ask, almost everytime he notices. For other people, they'd need payment. But for you..? Ah, just forget about the goddamn contract at this point.

Actually, there IS a payment you have to do. Can you guess? It's definitely something cheesy or corny. Kills myself

Everytime you give him kisses all over his face, he's definitely all read. Who could blame him? We know he's not used to affection like this. And the fact that it's coming from you.. I don't know if that makes it worse or better at this point.

But of course, this will always come with a payment. More of a punishment— maybe. Having to wipe all your faint lipstick marks off his face when he has to be in the mostro lounge, making him just a few minutes late.

He picks up your habits. From talking or texting, no matter how different it is, he'll pick it up. From how much time you two spend together, I can't really say anyone's surprised..?

So, don't be surprised when he randomly responds to you with your usual attitude, or even just talking or texting a little bit like you as well.

The best part is, he doesn't even notice himself. When someone brings it up, he raises an eyebrow and acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about at all.

Gets all flustered when someone mentions you. It wouldn't even be about your relationship and he'd still be a blushing mess. Why? Um.. I dunno..

They probably wouldn't even realize you two are dating until they see Azul's wallpaper is you two, and when he opens his phone, most of the widgets there are your little selfies you send to him for fun.

Whether it'll be a literal thirst trap ("He's getting all red, please stop?" - Jade). Or a 0.5 picture of you sent by a mutual friend, or even Floyd who practically towers over you.

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[spiceofvy]

Jihoon - Photo Booth Shenanigans

a/n: i have been working on this for almost more than a year, i'm still not 100% satisfied with it, but if I don't post it now, i never will. so enjoy!

c/w: fem!reader, nsfw, public foreplay, established couple, semi public sex, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), penetration, safe sex, reader and jihoon are down bad for each other, and also disgustingly in love, a tiny bit of fluff if you squint

word count: 2,3k

You weren't thinking of anything bad as you sat next to Jihoon, at the beginning of the evening. In the small comfortable bar, the boys rented out for the night to celebrate… something. No one really explained to you what was being celebrated today, but it didn‘t really matter anymore, as you watched Seungcheol refilling your soju glass again.

"You need to make up for Jihoon not drinking tonight", he explained jokingly as he clinked his glass against yours, you two downing the short easily. A little sigh leaving your mouth, you cover your face with the glass still in hand, you hear him laughing loudly, making some joke about you not handling the soju well. If only he knew that your red face was not completely faulted by the alcohol, but mostly by Jihoon slipping another finger into your wet hole, pumping in and out of you easily.

He had stopped drinking after two glasses, when it became clear that you would be drinking a little bit more tonight, not feeling well with both of you being drunk. Especially now, with his thumb rubbing over you clit every now and then, his fingers scissoring you open oh so easily. He was acting all so innocently, listening to Wonwoo talking about the game he was playing right now, asking question and nodding along, as he presses a third finger to your opening. You were so fucking wet that his finger met barely any resistance, entering you with a loud squelching sound that he overplayed with a cough.

He was keeping it together so easily, but you on the other hand were falling apart under his ministrations. A dark red blush was covering your face, again and again your hips tried to wiggle away from him, only for his hand to follow you, thumb pushing down harder, fingers going even faster. It was bordering on a miracle that the high whines he pulled out from you have been going unnoticed by the rest of the members. And those who did notice your red face, just blamed it on the alcohol, as the known lightweight you are. Getting silly and cuddly after just a couple of shots, no one thought anything special of the way you hid your face in Jihoons side, grabbing his wrist, trying to pull him away to no avail has he kept on pushing you further and further to the point of no return.

“Wait, Ji! Please!“, you whisper, in a last ditch effort to keep, what has been happening under the table a secret you push your face into his side, biting your lips to stop any more noises from leaving your mouth. His hand getting squeezed by your thighs, as his nimble fingers play with your body as if it‘s his damn piano, prolonging your orgasm even more. Only after you stop shaking, he slows down his movement, changing his thrusting to a soft grind, giving your time to take a breath.

You almost forgot that the two you you were in public until a very worried sounding Joshua broke through the fog in your mind, "Hey, y/nnie are you okay? Do you feel dizzy?", the table quickly turning silent as everyone looked at you. You turn towards the table and smile hoping that no one caught wind of what happened, luckily Jihoon removes his hand and goes back to petting your thigh again. "No, everything is okay, I'm just a bit overheated."

Seungkwan immediately jumps to action passing a water bottle over to you, which you take, a smile still on your face, immediately drinking half of the bottle the cold water relieving you instantly.

Jihoon starts petting your hair, "Poor darling, want to go out to take a breath?", his voice sounds worried but the look in his eyes speaks clear as day, he tasted blood and now he wants more.

"Yeah", you agree, a little breathless, "let's go out. Some fresh air would help."

"You need someone second to come along, in case it gets worse?" Joshua offers, ready to stand up, but you quickly shake your head.

"Don't worry it's not that bad", you try to quickly wave him off, fixing your skirt under the table, so you don‘t flash everyone when you stand up. Jihoon grabs your hand and pulls you with him, his face still feigning worry.

Outside he doesn’t even hesitate and immediately walks around the corner to your right, halting in front of a photo booth. „Did you plan this?“ You ask, by now your breath has come back to you.

He chuckles and leads you inside, „let‘s say, I wanted to keeps my options open.“ Softly, he pulls you into the cabin, pushing you down onto the little chair. Without hesitation he goes down to his knees, his hands running up and down your thighs. „Are you still okay with this?“ Your heart melts by the way he looks up at you, his eyes shining brightly, oh so willing to taste you on his tongue. You nod, but he laughs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee, „with words, my love.“

“Yes I still want this, I always want you“, your hand finds his hair, and softly brushes through it, he leans into your touch, his smile soft and filled with admiration.

But the almost devilish twinkle returns and with a wide grin he surges up, pressing his soft lips connecting with yours in a heated kiss. Hands roam you body, from your thighs to your face into you hair.

He pushes some of it behind you ear, „have I told you how beautiful you are?“

“A thousand times, at least“, you giggle, a fond feeling joining the unlimited lust in your brain.

He holds onto your face softly, „then it‘s a thousand and one, You look beautiful, tonight, and every other day.“ his voice is just a whisper before he kisses you again, his tongue joining yours in your mouth for a short second, "breathtaking. I can never decide if I want to show you off to everyone or keep you hidden so only I get to see you."

Pressing kisses over your neck his hands wander down to your chest, softly squeezing your boobs through your dress, you whimper, holding onto his shoulders. He lowers himself onto his knees again and starts another trail of kisses from your knee to your soaked panties. Moving them to the side he doesn‘t hesitate before he buries his face in your cunt like a man starving. You both let out a moan as his tongue parts your folds, intuitively finding your clit, your juices spreading on his tongue. Clutching one of your hands over your mouth you bury the other one back in his hair. Using this leverage to start grinding your pussy on his face, his tongue fucking into you as he keeps your thighs in a vice grip, closing his lips around your clit and sucking, hard. Going down on you was something Jihoon always enjoyed so much, ever since you two started dating. He didn't need much of a reason to go down on his knees for you, worshipping you. This is what he was meant to do after all. He was born for this, for your pleasure.

"Fuck!" You moan at an especially well-placed swipe of his tongue and pull him closer to you by his hair, making him groan into your core, the feeling bringing you ever closer to your climax. You were still sensitive from the last one, so it doesn't take much for you to have your thighs cramping up around him. "I-I'm close" you whimper as the knot in your belly tightness and your head falls back. Feeling Jihoon chuckle between your thighs and it's that vibration that pushes you over the edge. You are not quite sure if you were able to hold back the noise that crept up your throat as your toes curled up in your expensive heels. Jihoon spreads kisses over your sensitive pussy to softly make you ride out your orgasm as you lean back against the wall of the photo booth.

„Holy fuck“, you sigh and unlock your hands from his hair.

He chuckles deeply and slowly gets up from his knees, kissing you with a smile spreading your juices in your mouth making the heat in your body flare up again. You answer the kiss just as hungry, a new fire starting in you when you taste your combined flavours in your mouth.

„Feeling good Darling?“ he pulls away from you, smiling a little too proud about how fast he made you come.

Softly you slap his chest, „I will not stroke your ego Lee Jihoon.“

“No need to do so, I‘ve got all the praise I need“, he licks his lips and smoothes out his hair that you ruffled up.

This act alone makes a high whine escape your throat. You are way too down bad for this man, „still needy my love?“ He raises an eyebrow at you. Pouting, you quickly stand up, almost losing balance in your heels, „careful.“ He whispers, holding your waist tightly, suddenly feeling soft.

“Why? I know you‘ll catch me“ you whisper back before pulling him into another kiss.

His hand leaves your waist and instead, he softly cups your face. Pulling you even tighter to him, not wanting to ever let you go again. Your hands in turn wander all over his chest, squeezing his pecs, and his strong arms, caressing his neck, scratching the soft skin at the back of his neck, ever so carefully before quickly wandering down to his belt, with trained hands you undo the buckle and open his pants too. Shoving your hand down his briefs, jerking him softly. He sighs into your mouth. Not breaking the kiss he starts fishing for something in his pocket, grabbing a condom. You break the kiss and raise a brow.

“Don‘t look at me like that“, he pushes your hands away and rolls the condom on, „You know how I get when you are such a pretty sight.“ He locks his eyes with yours and pecks your lips again. Knowing damn well how weak praise always made you.

“Fuck“ you sigh, „I want you so bad.“

“Turn around for me then, pretty“, he softly turns you towards the wall with the camera inside, leaning you forward, softly pressing down on the small of your back to push you into an pretty arch. You blush, now aware that if you had put money into the machine it would now perfectly capture your face but you don’t care for too long as you feel his hands wandering down lower „Ready?“

"Yes, please."

“So well behaved.“ he mumbles into your neck and shortly feels how Jihoons dick parts your folds and slowly enters you. You never get used to how good you feel with Jihoon inside you. Carving his space for his dick in your body. Your hips meet and he stays still for some moments, you both getting used to the feeling of each other.

„Please-please move", you ask of him as he slowly starts moving, upping his speed after a few thrusts. Jihoon leans over you, kissing your neck from behind, his other hand pulls your tits out of the neckline of your dress cupping them from behind. Squeezing them with strong hands, mildly pinching your nipples as he moans into the back of your neck.

„Feeling so good, so good for me", he moans into your back pulling you against him as he fucks you from behind, shaking you to your core. Sinful squelching noises fill the small space around you. The heat rises and you feel dizzy, your mind taken over by the onslaught of pleasure you had to endure this evening. When suddenly a white flash fills up the booth.

“What?“ You ask confused and dazed, as Jihoon quickly grips your chin and raises your face to look directly into the camera, his other hand rubbing quick circles onto your clit.

„Be good, smile for the camera“, changing his angle and your eyes roll back as the next flash hits. He speeds up even more and the world rotates around you, another flash, his hand is going faster. „Close.“ He groans into your neck.

You aren't sure if the last flash that hits you is from the camera or your orgasm making the world stop turning for a minute. Holding on to Jihoons arms and he holds you tightly. He keeps you upright as you try to get back your balance in those cursed heels. You whine as one hand leaves you to pull out of you, discarding the condom.

His free hand quickly pulls your panties back into place before he goes back to holding you. The two of you spent a couple of seconds just breathing each other in.

“Are you okay?“ He whispers, turning you around so you stand face to face, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face, looking into your face for any sign of discomfort or pain.

„Yeah“, you nod breathlessly and finally manage to bring some control back into your body, putting your breasts back into the dress and pulling the skirt of it back down to cover you. While Jihoon puts his pants back on correctly, his eyes never leaving you for too long. You can't stop yourself from giggling softly. „wasn't this supposed to be a simple night out with the boys?

"It's not my fault that you are a horny drunk" Jihoon answers denying any fault, he presses a kiss to your cheek before he steps out into the cool night, and „I've got physical proof that you very much enjoyed it." He pulls out the film of photos and holds them out for you, you blush darkly at the sight of your lust-filled face.

The two of you walk back to the restaurant, his hand holding on tightly to yours, „by the way, when did you insert the money?" You ask Jihoon, as he opens the door for you.

„Me? I thought you did…“ He trails off as you arrive back at the table.

„There you two are! Did your photos turn out well? "

[igotanidea]

All figured out : Jason Todd x reader

Summary: When duties and stuff get in the way of being close so bad he forgets your b-day... Or does he?

***

As of late they barely had time for each other. It was constantly his patrols, his wounds and bleeding, her work and headaches and everything in-between.

You know what they say after all, right? About the mundane everyday stuff killing more relationships than actual fights and heartbreaks. The case when you get so accustomed to being with each other that there’s nothing more to discover and the connection becomes simply boring.

And he didn’t want it.

She neither.

But what was to do when there was always something or someone.

What was to do when they both found themselves drifting apart, too focused on the duties and obligations and that constant train of thoughts, plans and internal anxiety they tried to suppress so hard there was barely any strength for anything else.

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” She raised her head from the couch she dozed off while reading some notes for the upcoming work presentation. “Yeah? What’s wrong? How can I help?” Even in her half-hazy state with a post-it note stuck to her cheek, her first instinct was to sprung into action. And the fact that she missed his concerned face and affection beaming from his eyes did not go unnoticed.

“It’s your birthday today, baby…” Jason sighed, moving closer, crouching next to the couch to be somewhere close to her eye level and squeezing her hands.

“My birthday?” Her tone indicated that she barely recognized what day it was, let alone that the date was anything special “Really? I guess I forgot about that…”

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“I’m so sorry-“

“For what?” she tore the note from her cheek, finally meeting his eyes “Hey. Jason, baby. For what?”

“I forgot them too.”

“Well clearly not, if you’re the one reminding me.”

“I don’t have a gift for you.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“It’s not enough.”

“It is enough for me.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Because us talking for more than five minutes might be the first time in weeks.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, me too.” She sighed “this is not just on you Jace. You’re only half of this relationship.”

“Only?” he teased, familiar sparks showing in his eyes

“Oh, here’s that mischief I know you for.” She chuckled leaning her forehead on his in a vulnerable gesture “What happened to us Jay?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t like it.”

“You don’t say.”

“And that’s why I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Wait, what? What about the patrol? The missions? The-“ the stream of words coming out of her mouth was cut abruptly as he placed a finger on her lips. “Hey-hmph!”

“Don’t think just because I’ve barely heard your voice lately I’m just going to let you bubble, princess.”

“But-“

“Now, put on you prettiest dress and do not worry your sweet little head about anything else”

“But-“

“If you keep talking I’ll have to silence you in some other way and then we won’t leave this apartment at all. And I’ve already made plans-.”

“In the past thirty seconds?!”

“Yes. Now do you want to ruin my plans for tonight?” he pouted in a child-like manner causing her to let out an involuntary laugh before heading to the bathroom to get ready for whatever scheme he came up with.

***

“A club? Seriously?”

The look of confusion on her face as they pulled at the dancing spot was quite hurtful to him.

“I didn’t even know you could dance.”

“Ouch! Y/n!”

“What?!” she scoffed, “It’s your fault. You never showed that skill.”

“Well here’s a show for your entertainment. Go ahead and enjoy me, making a fool out of myself just to celebrate your bday.”

Jason grabbed her hand, sent a knowing look to the bouncer that just let them pass without any questions and dragged her inside.

“Wait… wait, what is going on here? You know the bouncer at the club? Jason? Jason?! The actual hell- ah!”

The lights went out, she felt his hand slipping from hers and for a second that felt like eternity she was completely alone in the dark.

“Y/N?!” his voice reached her ears though she had no idea where it was coming from and the slight panic started to creep inside. A feeling multiplied when she heard ruffling and some whispers of people who were closing in on her

“Jason?! Where are you!?” Y/N started spinning in the dark, searching for anything solid that would help her cover from whatever danger might be lurking in the dark. “ah!” Her wish became granted sooner than expected when she collided with something hard and out of sheer instinct started punching and hitting the surface.

“Hey! Hey, relax! Relax! It’s me! It’s me, princess.” Familiar touch of hands intensified on hers stopping her from fighting the person that was in fact her only salvation and protection. “It’s me, you’re safe” he pulled her closer, offering comfort and calm.

“What-what happened?” she stuttered “Why did the lights-“

“SURPRISE!”

Before she made her sentence the candles and lights garland got lit and she was greeted with friends and family members standing behind the lavishly set table with a birthday cake smiling and cheering.

“You asshole!” Y/N turned to Jason, resuming to punch and hit him, only that now she could see him and her movements were far more accurate and effective “I could have had a heart attack!”

“Stop it!” Jason laughed, pretending to be scared, grabbing her waist and spinning her in her air, before putting her down and kissing her passionately, not caring about the onlookers of their guests. “Happy birthday.” He muttered against her lips.

“You’re a jerk, you know it?” she responded in a whisper before grabbing the front of his shirt and kissing him again, not giving a shit who was looking likewise.

***

“You want to sneak out of here?”

After two hours of celebration, dancing, laughing and stuffing mouths with delicious food, Jason walked to her from behind offering a getaway from everyone. His warm breath followed by a gentle kiss on that soft spot between her neck and shoulder was supposed to convince her, but she was still mad about the trap he set for her.

“Mh. Dunno. You went to such a great length to bring me here and now you want me to leave?” She teased, though her tone was not matched by the action when she tilted head to give him more access to her skin and allowed his hands to wrap around her waist.

“Mhm. Yes. Exactly. Leave with me.” Jason muttered against her skin.

“You're scared you won’t find the way back home?” she smirked and the grip on her body tightened.

“Not If my home stays here….”

“Oh no!” Y/N’s joyful laughter filled the air “Cliché! And cheesy and –“

“You done?” he frowned, not liking the way she was mocking him while he was pouring his heart out.

“Nope. Don’t think so. I can go like this for hours.”

“Y/N—” he growled in a warning she was pushing him to the limits.

“But I suppose if I can do it here, I can also do it when we’re alone-“

“Oh so now you want to be alone with me only to mock me?”

“Mhm.” She grinned. “So what do you say, big boy? Shall we take a French leave?”

“And walk out silently?” Jason grinned and she did not like it at all. “Over my dead body. Again.”

Without warning he lifted her up in the air, and with the most commotion he could cause, carried her away, followed by the cried out wishes of happy birthday and all the best.

He was such a drama queen.

***

“That was fun.” She pointed out when they got back to their little flat

“Only a beginning princess. I haven’t really given you your present yet.” Jason made sure to lock the door, stepping closer to his girlfriend and immediately pulling her closer, caressing her back and kissing her neck.

“You think you know what I want, huh?” She giggled when his lips started to tickle her skin.

“Got you figured all over baby… Know all your soft spots.”

He descended to her collarbone, bending her backwards a little to make it easier. The position forced her to place hands on his shoulders for purchase.

“Are you saying I became so boring and predictable to you?” she teased not stopping him walking her backwards to the bed

“Boring?” he gave her a look over, before sliding her dress upwards, tracing over the exposed thigh “not at all.” Her dress hit the floor, removed overhead. “Predictable? Maybe…”

“Asshole…” soft sight left her lips before getting silenced by another passionate kiss.

“You know I know what you want…”

“Prove it.” Y/N did not waste a second sliding his shirt off too. Once done, she plopped on the bed, facing the ceiling and waiting for his move “Prove you really do know what I want.”

Jason smirked and laid on the bed next to her.

He knew.

He knew better than she wanted to give him credit for.

And that was exactly the reason why at the moment his fingers were running up and down her exposed belly, but never crossing the barrier of her white, innocent panties or bra.

The reason why he did not tear his and her underwear and surrender to passion.

An argument for not going straight into sex.

So many people were confusing intimacy with sex. Simplifying it. While the real connection went far beyond body-to-body contact and carnal pleasure.

Real intimacy did not mean being bare as in shedding the clothes, but exposing oneself emotionally.

And he knew.

They’ve been growing apart for so long and the best gift he could give her was his presence next to her.

Y/N smiled rolling on her side to look into his eyes, their bodies close but never really touching as if the exchanged looks and interlaced fingers were far more valuable.

“How do you like your present?” he smiled softly, playing with her fingers, voice filled with warmth and purest form of affection.

“You really did know.”

“Told you I got you figured. And it’s not really a bad thing now, is it?”

“No. No it’s not. And hey I just figured something –“

“Hm? And what may that sudden discovery be? You missed me perhaps? Or – “ he made a dramatic pause – “don’t tell me you got feelings for me! Ugh! Y/N! Disgusting!” 

She laughed.

“Feelings? No way! And how could you dare believe I might have missed your horrible attitude and character!? Are you trying to offend me?!”

“Always.”

“Perhaps I should also thank you for keeping me in check and making sure I don’t become conceited?”

“Happy birthday” he shrugged, pulling her to his chest ruffling her hair on purpose. “And don’t think I love you or something.” The last remark was followed by the kiss on her forehead.

“Me neither, Jason. Me neither-”

It seemed like they got each other figured out after all.

And maybe it was their way of healing and coming together once again.

[yurinaa-world]

Helloo ☆ I hope youre having a nice day 💫🌸 I was wondering if I can request Blade, Ratio and Sunday with reader who appears stoic/reserved and seems disconnected but is actually soft and cries/smiles easily around them 🥹 thank you!!

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"𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Veritas Ratio & Sunday x Gender-neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader who appears reserved and disconnected but is actually soft around him

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈"

You are both soulmates from the outside, both reserved and disconnected….except you aren't, and he is, the complete opposites of each other. He likes it better when you’re alone anyway, you’re more expressive that way and only he enjoys that.

He likes that reassuring smile on your face the morning after you fixed up his wounds, asking him if he’s alright and if he’s feeling any pain but he can’t think about that right now, forget the pain for now.

He can’t help but get a little clingy—though his face just screams he’s going to murder someone, even if his body is sore he wants to see your face close-up, maybe even steal that smile off of your face.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Be careful, blade,”

Him Showing up late last night and injured wasn’t exactly in the cards for you there you were, and now you’re like his personal nurse, taking care of him in the morning. His chest and arms were all cleaned and bandaged to the best of your ability, all while he groaned at the sharp pain his body was in.

“Open up, it might taste a bit weird.” You smiled, trying to make him feel better as you spoon-fed him a bitter medicine, even the colour looked like complete muck, which just made him frown at the taste of it, injuries may not be a big deal to him but nothing is killing his tastebuds. 

“Disgusting.”

“Please bear with it,” 

He won’t bear with it, not in the slightest, instead, he’ll be selfish and want something more to clear his throat, getting rid of that bitter, disgusting taste, and you’ll be the victim of it. Touch his bandages all you want but he’s not going to let you leave, he’ll grab your hand and drag you down on top of him.

“Is something wrong?”

He’s a silent man, rather than doing something useful with his mouth instead of saying unnecessary things that you already knew, shoving his mouth on yours was more important, you could taste the bitter medicine in your throat, the taste getting more apparent the more he doesn’t want to let go of you.

“It’s better to bear with now.”

💫𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

You may be the only answer to his problems, he feels exhausted by his students, and after a long break they have forgotten everything he’s been teaching, and the vein on his forehead might explode.

His anger gets bad to the point he can’t help but rant to you about his terrible day of reviewing with his class.

He may calm down a little when you smile and laugh a little about his complaints, it’s not your fault the way he talks.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“I wish to bash my skull on the table, these students will be the death of me.”

He's been ranting for a while now…and the whole time—going unnoticed by him since he’s very into his anger—you just wanted to laugh so badly, hearing his analogies with his complaints were truly testing you. 

“Idiots, they incurable, truly I’ve failed as a teacher,” his monologue was cut short when you started laughing—it was like a jolt of realization, seeing you laugh at him like that yet he wasn’t very pleased.

“Seems like you’re enjoying this.” He stares back at you blankly as you calm down from your laughter. “I’m not but Veritas, if you keep stressing out so much, you might just grow gray hair already,” you smile, your hand gently creasing his hair to express your point more.

 “I don’t want you to get wrinkles in the next few years.” you smile, it was a very gentle and natural one, not forced in the slightest which just made his heart skip a beat, your smile always made the tips of his ears red when you both alone with each, it might’ve also made him go soft as well.

“Any expression can contribute to wrinkles, even you’ll get some,” 

In a low whisper, all under his breath so it wouldn’t reach your ears. “Yet even with wrinkles, you would look even more charming.”

Seeing this side of you makes him grateful of what he gets to see.

💫𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝒶𝓀 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

He’s gotten many personal questions about you from many people outside of your relationship. It's insulting if he's being truthful, and they just don’t know when to stop prying when they need to. Those backhanded comments don’t go unnoticed by him, he’s not some idiot. 

But it’s not the bad, words are just words unless the press gets wild and tries to do something then it’s something you shouldn’t worry about, not while he gets to see a different side of you that no one else gets the privilege to see.

Seeing you come with a pretty smile spread upon those lips, while you convince him to take a break and relax from all the papers he’s been doing. He might just do it since you’re the one asking (and he can’t resist that smile)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Sunday, you should take a break, or else your hands might cramp up from working so hard.”

A gentle smile plastered on those lips while you had his hand intertwined with your own, pressing it against your chest, almost as if you were giving him your blessing—it makes him feel as if he’s a teenager with a crush—gaze turning into a gentle one.

“I must’ve lost track of time, I didn’t mean to worry you, yet there still are many papers to do.” He sighs, before gently pulling his hand away—to not hurt your feelings—yet you grab onto his hand again—not wanting him to start back his work. 

“Please take a break Sunday, I’ll only let you work if you take a break right now.” You conveyed, his hand can’t help but stare at both of your hands intertwined before taking a fresh breath of air at your intervention.

“If it makes you happy, then I’ll take a break,” A weary smile on his lips when your eyes light up at his agreement with your lips going back to that smile

“Yet I would like for you to stay with me.”

he loves the look of it, why don’t you keep it that way on his whole break? It’ll even motivate him to finish his work faster.

“If it helps you.”

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❝KEEPING SECRETS❞ — miles 42 x reader (part 1)

⋆✮↪ summary: he thought he was doing right by you by keeping you at a distance, by keeping you in the dark of everything he was doing. he thought it was right to keep his secrets... just so he wouldn't lose you. well, in the end, was it worth it? ⋆✮↪ pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader ⋆✮↪ word count: 1,864 ⋆✮↪ author's note: tbh, i wanted to make the idea about miles 42, not really bc of the angst but bc i wanted to write more about my other son, i don't feel like i make enough for him 😭😭😭also i'm sorry if the spanish is wrong, i'm not fluent, but if y'all are willing to correct me for it, by all means, please do! I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS THOUGHHHH (reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

the line on the other end beeped, he never did bother to leave a voicemail to whoever called anyway. you set your phone down with a sigh as you stirred your drink mindlessly, looking at your phone, hoping that at least he sent a message, saying he got your call, even if he wouldn't ask why you called. you put your hands to your face and tried to calm down, collect your thoughts before doing anything rash. this was a normal occurrence for you two already, you always calling out for him or texting him, and you going completely unnoticed by him; and the worst part? he's been your boyfriend. for six months.

you wanted to watch miles walk in through the door of the restaurant and sit himself down across you, all so you could take your drink and splash it all over him, not caring what he'd say or think of you while you'd drench him. hell, maybe you'd even throw the cup at his face, but you felt bad thinking about that, you didn't want to stoop too low. besides... you loved him, you really did--and you knew he loved you, too, kind of. you knew the exact reason as to why he always misses out on dates with you, always leaves your calls unanswered and your texts unread, and it wasn't because he was cheating on you or catching up on any homework, no--it was because he was the prowler.

he was a vigilante, he was one criminals and authorities alike couldn't get their hands on--a cruel one, many would call him, ruthless--but not to you. he saved you from a band of crooks that were going to rob you of all that you had when you were heading home on your own one night, and the way the prowler held you, the way you heard his heart beat and felt the warmth throughout his whole body as he held you close to his chest, when he kept murmuring to you you're okay, you're okay... you never forgot that feeling. and when you met miles, when you two started dating and getting more close, more intimate... you were reminded of that feeling when the prowler saved you, when miles saved you.

but despite knowing his secret, you needed him to tell you. it was his secret, and you valued your boyfriend's privacy. he was entitled to his own secrets, as you were entitled to yours. but you wished he at least... could at least show up, could at least make time for you and be there for you when you needed him. and tonight was just that night, because tomorrow, you were going to be trying out for your school's varsity team; the stakes were high enough as it was already for you and you felt pressured, extremely pressed, to push yourself further than what you can already do now. miles promised you, weeks before this, that he'd be there for you--he'd be there when you needed him, he promised; but now, where was he?

you refused to wait for him any longer; you chugged your drink and with an irritated sigh, you left the restaurant behind you, fuming as you thought of what to tell him, what to ask him, how to tell him tomorrow that you... you were so disappointed in him. tomorrow eventually came, and you made your way through the flood of faces in the hallway, catching miles collecting his stuff from his locker, his back turned to the people passing him by. you grabbed him by his shoulder, glaring at him with an icy stare as you narrowed your eyes at him. "que pasa, cielo?" miles asked you with a raised eyebrow and a perplexed look on his face in response to your scowling, as if he had no clue as to why you were so infuriated with him. "miles, where were you?" you asked him in an exasperated tone, clearly exhausted, and clearly in need of answers.

not looking to anger you, miles looked away and murmured, "i was... helping my tio aaron fix up his car, no biggie." "i called your uncle aaron last night, he said you were sleeping." you pressed him as he shut his locker's door, not looking back towards you as he began to walk away to defuse the situation, at least, he thought it would defuse it. you were not having it, though, and followed him through the crowds of people that were passing you two in the hallway. "i slept because my tio made me do some heavy lifting, he insisted i should've gone to bed, that's all." he answered you back as he held himself back from getting any more agitated with this mountain of lies and excuses he's made for himself.

if you only knew just how much miles wanted to tell you the truth, how he wanted to be upfront and honest with you, tell you the real reason why he's been missing out on dates with you, not being able to answer your calls or texts, being unable to support when you need him, when he wants to be there for you... but being the prowler isn't just something he can quit, it's a job he takes up so no one else he loves, and especially not you, gets hurt or taken away from him.

you breathe in deeply as you try to put up with his crappy excuse again. "well, alright, but you never bothered to answer my calls? surely you would've woken up, right, your phone's always got its sound on. hell, you could've texted me, explained why you couldn't come, because i would've understood, i'd've understood if you just told me--" you said as you grasped miles' hand, but he was in no mood to face you right now. he wasn't angry nor disappointed in you, of course not; he believed you had every right to be angry, but miles was angry at... himself. he couldn't bear to have you face him, put up with him when he knew what he was doing wasn't enough to keep you happy. he yanked his hand away from your grasp and turned to face you, anger and fury filling his face.

"no digas cosas que no sientes! you don't mean that, not when you don't know anything! have you ever thought of that?!"

he yelled at you. he raised his voice at you.

...he really doesn't believe in you, does he?

miles panted as he tried to shake the simmering rage and aggression he was feeling off. he couldn't stomach it, the fact he should've been there with you that night, reassuring you, comforting you, supporting you like he promised--just being there to listen to you would've been enough, but he couldn't even do that. he felt like he was being tortured when he brought himself to look at you in the eyes, he didn't feel like he deserved you, of being loved by you. "cielo, i..." miles spoke as he tried to gather his thoughts, say he was sorry he snapped--but no words followed his quieting voice. his mouth was open, but no words came out. you looked at him in utter bafflement as the fact he spoke to you like that sunk in, piercing your heart like a dagger. all you wanted was the truth, the truth to come out of his own lips in his own voice by his own volition--but he couldn't even give you that without a fight, almost as if you didn't deserve the truth.

you realized it too late, and soon felt the hot tears rolling down your cheeks and staining your uniform's blazer and making small pools of tears on the floor. your lips twisted into a frown, the corners of your lips quivering as you sniffled back the tears, telling yourself to quit crying, but crying even harder as your inner voice got louder. "what am i doing wrong, miles?" you made out with a sob as your crying intensified, with the tears flowing faster and harder. "am i not... not good enough, not worth... not worth being given your time? i try to see things... from where you stand, but... how can i even begin to do that when you're not even... you're not even with me at all anymore?" you asked him in between your cries as miles looks at you, about to take a step forward and comfort you, but he stops himself. his eyes are filled with regret and shame for what he just did, what he just said to you.

the other students in the hall were drawn to the drama occurring between you two in the middle of the hallway, with some coming over to get a better look, others buzzing around for questions on who did what, what happened where and why. miles tried to open his mouth to speak, to say a word of apology, but his voice seemed stuck in his throat as he opened his mouth and closed it again. "i can't be with you anymore. we're done, miles." you said in a louder voice, which caused miles' heart to stop beating for a few seconds, benumbing him as he stepped back and was stuck in place, processing what you just told him. you ran off, away from everyone's stares, leaving miles alone there to reflect on what he just did.

miles tried to get himself to run after you, open his mouth and finally release the voice that longed to speak your name, call you and apologize a million apologies that would only be the tip of the iceberg. he did what he had to to keep you safe, to... keep you, but he ended up losing you in the process. he lost you because he didn't meet with you, he didn't keep his promise, he couldn't keep a single promise, which was why he couldn't even keep you.

the onlookers and bystanders eventually moved away and awkwardly filled in the silence that was left between you two with mindless chatter and murmuring. miles eventually came to his senses, partially, and slowly walked away from the spot he was frozen on after he let what just happened sink into him. he headed off to his first class with a murky and somber expression as he realized he lost you. he tried to conceal his despair and dejection, until ganke came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "miles, are you--" "they left me." miles responded briefly, his voice quiet and hushed, as if to mask the utter sorrow he was experiencing. ganke gazed up at miles, who was now tearing up slightly, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. "they left me, ganke. i was... i was so... i wasn't doing enough..." he wept as he leaned against ganke, with ganke patting him on the shoulder as he walked him off to their first class. miles tread to class with a storm brewing in his mind, he couldn't focus on nor understand a single thing except for the fact that he's lost you.

but he won't give up that easily.

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[darksigns-exe]

it was always you - f!noah x f!nick

warnings: girl!omens, girls who are bad with feelings

word count: 1.4k

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It’s different now. 

For the first time in ages they’re both single at the same time, and Noah just can’t stop thinking about the possibility of it.

Nick stretches and her shirt rides up just a little bit, revealing the lowest part of her tummy. Noah wonders if touching her would feel the same as it did years ago. 

Noah’s been on a little mission during this tour. She’s sure that her flirting hasn’t gone unnoticed. Although, knowing Nick she’s not reading it the right way at all. Nick who never sees the forest for the trees. Nick who’s always been bad at realising just how dizzy she makes Noah. 

She’s really turned it up on this tour. Now that they’re both single again it’s as good a time as any. And as much as Noah hadn’t wanted to admit it she wasn’t really giving that last relationship everything. There’d been a moment where she’d realised that she’d been focusing on the wrong people. 

In the end, it all circles back to Nick. 

Actually admitting to herself that she likes her best friend like that has been a little bit of a struggle but if she’s completely honest with herself she’s always known. 

Now all she has to do is get Nick to notice. 

They’re somewhere in Germany — these cities are all blending together at this point — watching the first few minutes of Poppy’s set from the balcony at the side of the stage. 

Nick is focused on the stage and Noah just can’t look away from her. She cut her hair before they got here. The shorter cut suits her. 

Noah wants to trail her fingers across the bare skin there, just to watch Nick squirm a little. 

She comes to stand next to her. 

“Are you nervous about the livestream?” Nick asks after a moment. 

“A little.” Noah replies, “I just hope that I don’t forget anything.”

Nick lets out a little laugh, “One of us landing on her ass is more likely than that.”

Noah drops her head to Nick's shoulder. 

She’s acutely aware of the fact that people have already spotted them but she can’t bring herself to care. 

Let them guess, let them theorise. 

“As long as you’ll pick me up again.” Noah replies softly. 

She feels Nick swallow a breath before she answers, “I — of course — always.”

Noah slithers her arms around Nick's middle, “Knew I could rely on you.” 

Nick stays stiff and rigid for a long moment, before she finally eases into her hold. 

The energy is high tonight. The audience is with them from the start and it gives Noah a high like little else does. 

They move through the songs with practised ease and Noah tries her best to engage with their crowd. But her mind is still occupied by Nick and how shy she got on her earlier. 

She’s up on a riser, playing the last few bars of the song they’re on when Noah decides to push things a little. She knows it’s risky, but now’s as good a time as any. 

She steps up on the riser behind Nick. They’re so awfully close. 

Noah feels Nick freeze up a little at the proximity. She presses a little closer, feeling Nick’s back against her chest. 

The lights drop as the final note rings out and Noah takes another chance. In the darkness, she presses a quick kiss to Nick’s cheek before she leaps off the riser again. 

For the rest of the show, Noah keeps her distance. Not in an obvious way, but just enough to give Nick a little bit of space. 

With their bows done, Noah takes a moment longer to say goodbye to the crowd. She’s been trying to be a little more engaging recently and people seem to love it. She waits for Bryan to catch a picture of her and Folio saying their goodbyes before it’s time for the time to leave too. 

A part of her expects Nick to wait for her, but to her surprise no one is there. Not even Jolly is there. And suddenly Noah is scared that she’s pushed it too far. Maybe she’s ruined it all now. 

It suddenly dawns on her that this display of public affection could have made Nick uncomfortable. That idea alone is enough to make her want to sink into the ground.

“So what’s up with you and Ruffilo?” Jolly asks as Noah enters the dressing room. 

“What do you mean?”

“Did you think that what you did up there was subtle?” Jolly asks, leaning back in the chair she’s been lounging in, “Poor Nicky’s all kinds of shaken up about it.”

The intimidating face Jolly puts on makes her shrink back. 

“Poor thing’s so confused. You need to make up your mind Noah.”

“W-where is she?”

Jolly lets out an amused huff, “Taking a shower. You two should talk. Figure out whatever this is. Just remember that this doesn’t impact just the two of you.” 

Jolly excuses herself shortly afterwards, likely to call Davis and report on the latest news. For someone who always plays the serious one she sure loves to gossip. 

Noah spends the next ten minutes anxiously pacing around the dressing room, waiting for Nick to make an appearance. 

She takes Jolly’s comment as a good sign. If Nick had felt too bad about the whole thing Jolly would have already skinned her alive. 

When the door finally opens it feels a little as if her heart is plummeting through her body. 

Nick stops in the door, obviously not expecting Noah to be in the room. Her hair is still wet from her shower. Her skin shines with that glow her skin care always leaves her with and Noah has to fight to keep her composure up. 

“Nick — I” she starts. 

“You kissed me.” Nick states blankly, “In front of everyone.” 

Noah drops her head in an odd mix of shame and defeat. 

“Why do you feel brave enough to do it in front of 4000 people but not when we’re alone?”

Her head snaps up to look at Nick. 

Nick fixes her with a stern look she can’t quite place. 

“Nick –”

“Was it just for them? Or did you actually want to kiss me? Because if it was just for show – don’t ever do that again.” “And if it wasn’t?”

Nick is silent for a moment, “If it wasn’t for show, then you should come over here and kiss me again. Properly this time.” 

Noah swears that her heart has never beat this hard before. She’s never felt this nervous before. And as much as she wants to kiss Nick, she feels stuck in her place. 

“Noah.” there’s an unspoken plea in words.

The crinkle in her brow makes Noah’s chest ache just a little more. Maybe it’s the slowly dropping look on Nick’s face that finally shakes Noah out of her stupor. 

In a few paces, she’s right in front of Nick. 

Nick looks up at her with the widest eyes. 

Noah swallows a breath, before she places her hand against Nick’s cheek. Her thumb drifts across the soft skin there. Nick sinks into her touch, melting against her hand. 

As gently as she can manage, Noah steers her up to meet her lips. 

The kiss doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to convey the thousands of unsaid things. Noah quickly dips back down to steal another kiss from her. 

It’s addicting.

Now that she’s had it, Noah doesn’t want to stop kissing her. 

Nick smiles against her lips when Noah kisses her again. 

“How about you hop under the shower and I’ll meet you back here?” Nick says, when they’ve finally parted. 

Noah’s already tucked into bed when Nick joins her. They’ve shared a room – and a bed – so many times before but it feels different now. 

They stay on their respective sides for a long moment, before Noah decides to rip off the bandaid. She shuffles them around until she can slot herself against Nick’s side. Once again, Nick is a little rigid before she finally eases up and wraps her arm around Noah. She drapes an arm across Nick’s middle, snuggling closer against her. 

“We’ll have to talk about this in the morning.” Nick says after a while. 

Noah hums in agreement. 

“Noah –”

“You said in the morning.” Noah protests promptly. 

Nick laughs in response, before she presses a kiss to the top of Noah’s head. 

“All I wanted to say is that I’m glad that you kissed me up there. It forced me to think about what I want. And now – I have it – if you want me like that.” “Look at us having that conversation in the morning.” Noah gives a soft laugh of her own, as she sets herself upright, “Of course I want you like that. I’ve always wanted you like that.” 

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Spooky Scary

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Bucky tries to bond with you over your love of horror. It goes well, just...not how you'd expect.

Quick facts: Romance – Bucky Barnes/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Reader loves horror but is also scared of it, short and very fluffy

MCU Timeline: Set some nebulous time after CA:TWS

Words: 1226

A/N: Please enjoy this short piece of Halloween fluff. For regular readers: I am having a bit of A Time right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to update in November. I’m a little bummed; I’m very proud of having been able to keep my monthly update schedule, but I’ll be traveling for Thanksgiving this year and I recently had a set back that hit pretty hard. So right now I’m thinking I’ll take November off, *maybe* December if I have to, but we’ll see when we see. Nothing is abandoned, I just need a minute, so enjoy what’s here in the meantime, and I will see you later <3

~

You are on a date (not a date) with your crush (best friend) right now (right now!) and you are terrified.

In more ways than just one.

~

“You’re okay with a haunted house?” you ask, looking over the advertising placard. The overall layout is very ‘graphic design is my passion,’ but some of the photos look…unsettlingly good.

“It won’t bother me,” Bucky says with absolute confidence. “Clint says I’ll be fine. Something about the makeup being good but overall it’s pretty cheesy.”

~

You don’t know what you did to Clint, but a few Robin Hood jokes are not enough to warrant this.

A gruesome Jack-in-the-box pops out, telegraphed from a hallway down, and yet you still jump. You’re glad you picked Bucky’s left arm to grab– hopefully it isn’t pressure sensitive.

“You all right?” Bucky chuckles, his breath in your ear. Despite the ‘blood’-stained, grimy hall, you relax a little, and even smile at him.

“Doing great,” you lie.

You have a reputation. A deserved one, admittedly– you love Halloween. Horror movies and the macabre are for year-round, in your opinion, but there’s something about the energy in October that just makes it even better. Your friends know this.

They don’t know that you’re actually kind of a scaredy-cat.

So, yeah, horror movies are great– on a screen, when you’re alone at home and no one can see you flinch, jump, or peek out between your fingers.

Or gasp and jump out of your skin when a shadow runs past your open side. You’re gripping Bucky’s arm hard enough your hands hurt, but it’s also kind of…thrilling, being able to be so close to him. Or rather, being forced to, even if only by your own nerves. You might need some help unlatching your fingers by the end of the night.

But Clint, via Bucky, was right– the scene work could be better, you think, but maybe that’s a good thing, because the actors are great, in costume and performance, with one of the most terrifying being a woman following alongside you, unnoticed until the perfect moment. But no one comes close to touching you, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re in the company of someone who could stare down Jason and punch out a Xenomorph, so you actually start enjoying yourself.

You’re so distracted by everything that you completely miss what’s going on with Bucky– until he gently bumps your side and you jump almost clear off the floor. He lets out a heavy sigh and jerks his head up at a sign. You have to squint a bit, but you make out one of the exits, and after a few seconds, it clicks. Bucky needs to leave.

Just like that, you snap into crisis management mode, like any time you’re out and Bucky has a bad moment. It doesn’t happen too often, but you know how to handle it: get to a safer spot, wait a minute for him to calm, and if he can’t, walk him home.

Easy peasy, but when you get out and to the side of the building, Bucky turns and looks…fine. Composed.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. He looks surprised by the question, and he looks you over. And then he goes quiet– thinking, you assume. It takes him a little longer, sometimes, to figure out how to speak his thoughts. Right now, he’s looking a little frustrated, and nothing’s coming out.

“It’s okay,” you say and squeeze his hand. Thankfully, he squeezes back. “Take your time. You wanna get dinner?”

He hesitates, nods, and leads the way– still firmly holding your hand.

~

“I’m sorry.”

You’re halfway through a bite of pizza when he speaks again. And maybe it’s a good thing your mouth is full, because it gives you time to think about what he might mean. Then you realize– he must be talking about the haunted house. In your rush to swallow and reassure him, you almost choke. He immediately leans over to hit your back, but you manage to get it all down, and you take a quick sip of your drink before you say, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I told you– if you ever need to leave a place, then we leave. Simple as that.”

He squints like he doesn’t understand. “You needed to leave,” he says, like he’s explaining to you. “You were scared.”

You duck your head. “It was a haunted house,” you say. Mumble. “The makeup was really good, and so were the actors.” You can feel him staring at you still, so you admit, “I’ve never been to a haunted house before.”

Bucky blinks. “But you love Halloween,” he says, almost accusingly.

“I do!” you say. “I love Halloween, and scary movies, and scary things…because they’re scary.”

It’s your first time admitting that out loud. You’re not ashamed, necessarily, but the way Bucky looks at you makes you wonder if you should be. “You like being scared?” he says.

“Sort of.” You push at your crust. “I know it’s not dignified, and you guys are really brave, and maybe you’ll think less of me, but–”

“It’s not that, and no I won’t, it’s just…” He rests his head in his hand and watches you. “I never knew that. That the stuff you like actually scares you.”

“It’s a safe kind of scared. Like roller coasters– scary, but I know I’ll be okay in the end.” You match his gaze. “But yeah, not exactly something to brag about, and I know you don’t like horror movies.”

“Yeah.” He ducks his head. “But I wanted to spend some time with you, and when I was asking for things you might like, it made sense that–” His head snaps up. “Wait, so you didn’t want to–”

“Stop.” You gently rap your knuckles on his forehead. He cracks a smile, ridiculous as the motion is to him, and you smile too. “I don’t really like people seeing me scared, so I don’t do anything that might make me jumpy in public,” you say. “I’m glad I got to try it though. It was kind of fun.”

“And I made you leave,” he huffs, the smile fading.

“I think it was sweet, that you were keeping an eye on me,” you say. “Though I was probably denting your arm by how hard I was squeezing.”

“I didn’t mind,” he mutters.

It’s your turn to blink. “…Really?” you ask. You like to think that maybe things have been a little flirty from time to time. Natasha certainly thinks so, and acts long-suffering about it, but you’ve never had anything concrete. Now, though, Bucky looks a little shy, and then he…nods.

“Well…” You creep your hand forward on the table, and when he takes it, you dare to hope this is different. “I have plenty of Halloween movies that aren’t horror. Ones that are just fun.”

“Yeah?” He runs his thumb over the back of your hand. “Can I have you on my other arm?”

Your mouth curls into a smile. “You sure you want me clinging?”

He stands, and crooks his arm in your direction. “I can take it,” he says.

You stand, and slip your arm into his. You won’t pick anything that would upset Bucky, but it wouldn’t hurt to find something with at least one good jumpscare. Just for fun.

[bisexualchaosdemon]

What if Neil was trans and had a baby after Mary died?

I've seen a few atfg fics where Neil has a sibling or kid but all the ones I've read were heavily influenced by Mary's presence. It got me thinking about what it would be like if she wasn't around when the kid came into the picture. I wrote a little prologue, lemme know if it's something you guys might wanna read.

**trigger warning: mentions of SA, forced pregnancy, and traumatic childbirth**

Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing

🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵Prologue🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

When Neil was fourteen, his father caught up to them in Seattle and he got separated from Mary. Nathan went after Mary and a couple of his men went after Neil. While they were apart, Neil was raped for the first time and Mary was beaten for the last time. Somehow, they both escaped, managing to reunite at one of their emergency rendezvous and take off running.

That's where their luck ran out though because they only made it to California before Mary's injuries finally bested her. In the end, his mother couldn't go on but she made Neil promise to keep running because one of them had to make it. With no other choice, Neil burned her body, buried her ashes on the beach, and did what he had promised.

Then, impossibly, things went from bad to worse — After a month of just sort of drifting in his grief, Neil found out he was pregnant.

He had no way out this one, there was no backdoor to slip through or bus to catch. He couldn't risk someone contacting the police or social services when a fourteen-year-old turned up at a clinic to request an abortion without parental consent. And, even if they weren't incredibly dangerous, any illegal methods for a termination risked Nathan tracking him down. So, with no choice but to keep the pregnancy, he spent the next eight months jumping from place to place, trying to remain out of sight whenever possible. And he hated every minute of it.

He spent the entirety of his pregnancy terrified and alone, and he gave birth alone too. He hadn't been able to see any doctors or go to a hospital for obvious reasons. He tried his best to have a healthy pregnancy but the research he had managed to do on childbirth was extremely limited. He didn't even know what was happening really before he ended up giving birth in a back ally somewhere — fourteen years old and completely alone.

The baby hadn't cried at first and Neil had never been more terrified than he had been in those few seconds. That first cry brought a relief heavy enough to break him completely. His plan the whole time had been to give the baby up, just leave them at a fire station somewhere and pray they'd have a better life than he did. He thought about it a thousand times but every time he looked at his daughter's face, and he just couldn't do it. He couldn't give her up. He didn't want to be alone again.

So he picked himself up, skipped town with his daughter craddled close, and decided to do the one thing he had always wanted; He cut off all of his hair, taped down his chest and started telling people he was a boy. He had always felt like being a girl wasn't right for him but he never dared voice this while on the run with his mother. Without her controling everything though, he was free to do this one thing for himself, and he hoped it might even help him stay hidden. More importantly, it helped him reclaim part of himself he thought he lost after the rape and pregnancy.

The first few years, they moved around a lot because Neil was always worried someone would start to notice the teenager and baby without parents anywhere in sight. However, when his daughter was almost three, they ran a ground in Millport, a dying town where they could squat in an empty house unnoticed. Neil just needed a moment to breathe. So, he got an ID that said he was eighteen which let him go to high school and play Exy without anyone needing to speak to his parents. Then he forged the signatures of their fictional parents to get his daughter enrolled in preschool and after school childcare for the days he had practice. Finally, he got them phones for emergencies and pretended to be his mother any time someone called.

He became Neil and he gifted his daughter his middle name, Anastasia, and on paper they became the Josten siblings.

He knew they would need to pack up and leave soon enough, but he was exhausted and he just wanted Ana to have a semi-normal life for a year. He'd clear out after graduation and figure out where to go from there. But just as their time in Millport is running out, in walks David Wymack with an offer that's too dangerous to trust but too impossible to leave behind...

[baynetta]

i love running to you whenever i had concept ideas because i feel like i wouldn’t be good enough to write them, i hope you don’t mind!

but omg, im listening to exhale by sabrina carpenter and i just got an idea—what if spider!yn just like…reaches a breaking point? like between the super hero life, her family life, and college life…she’s just super exhausted with everything, yk? i highly recommend listening to the song, it’s amazing <3

and miguel is dealing with a whole bunch of shit with his own life and matters so he doesn’t really see how exhausted and how bad she’s hurting inside until she shows up to hq the next day super exhausted. he’s giving her the rundown on the next mission and she’s trying her best to listen, but she ends up passing out due to lack of sleep and severe stress and he starts FREAKING OUT. like it genuinely breaks his heart seeing her like that.

exhale (mini fic)

there’s somedays you’ll ask yourself what you even bother to show up. what you even doing what you’re doing if it’s always causing you so much pain and distress, i mean you suppose to love these things right?… waking up at 5 am having to indure the loud horns and noisy neighbors, the feeling of the heavy cold smog making hard to catch a breath in such crowded streets that only nyc can offer, find a way to fit in such packed wagons. all this effort just to get to uni and being forced to face the hard but honest truth, that maybe you’re just not good enough. not good enough even for your family, it’s been countless times that you’ve been showing up late for dinner, all bruised up, evading your mom every time she touched the subject of you wanting to drop out, your late night scapes, how you became just so apart from everybody. what’s more difficult is how you stopped taking care of yourself, completely dissociating for days asking you how or when your life got to this point. you constantly are wishing to make yourself feel something, pulled you out from this stoic state. just the right moment when you feel comfortable enough to take off this weight that you been carry on for months. the truth it’s that you love saving people, be the hero that every person can feel protected by, but who’s taking care of you.

for miguel it hasn’t be easy either. when he decided to isolate himself planing the next mission, he started to miss again that warm-cozy feeling to have a company when he most needs it. it i’ll often think about what you said to him, about your family pissing you off lately. he couldn’t even listen to the rest of it, he just kept thinking of how much he’ll give to even have one. he took it as kick directly in the guts, something that just got incrustaded in his mind. he felt how the memories started to attack again, but this time he couldn’t make it stop, make them go away. he usually will find ways to distract himself, making the best out of his slightly nerdy hobbies, keep repairing the avarite sistem, train with the spider team, your smile, god.. when was the last time he ever saw it. you two had became so apart from each other the last couple of months that he barely has sees you without the mask, if he’s not giving you structions, he’s asking you to pay more attention, to be better. he wished he didn’t throw those dagger words at you, but you almost got killed and if that ever happened that’s on him..and only him. he just can’t.allow that.

as miguel gather the team to try give them a rundown of the next mission you could see just by the way he was standing, he’s simply not in the mood. and you were late as per usual. as you make your way into the room you try so hard to pass unnoticed by him, but even if you were wearing a sack of potatoes as a suit, you’ll never be overlooked by him, he just can’t help himself, always looking out for you, he’ll always find himself staring at you intensively. but do to the lack of sleep, and dehydration (srsly when was the last time you drink a glass of water?) impairing your muscle coordination making you stumble around, making noise, not paying attention. “oye! if you’re not going to pay attention at least you can’t stop distracting everybody”–. he barked. and you knew it was directed at you. it surprised both of you honestly. he really didn’t meant to do it, but as i said the man was stressing out lately. he usually will set you aside from the group, and reprehend you personally. but not today. and miguel could feel the instant regret kickin in as he sees the annoyed looks from everybody, feeling his heart sink deep in his chest as he sees you getting all flustered, distinguishing some harsh words being throwed across the room “agh, again?” “why she even here”. you noticed obviously, it was no strange feeling being a burden everywhere else but now here.. it was just too much, the pressure in your head starting to bump, feeling drizzled, how slowly your cheeks start to burn tangling your whole face, your legs start to numb, you took your mask off trying hard to reach for air, you were suffocating as you try to make your way out of there.

miguel notice it and it felt like his body went on autopilot, he wasn’t thinking anymore, he got to get to you. he calls out your name several times, but it felt like echoing in the back or your head as you start loosing conscience of your own steps, so you trip and inmidiatly got cought by a fellow spider partner from the hq, you try to mumble some words but you can’t even get to a full sentence. the last thing you distinguish is an “are you okay?” and all pitch black.—to nothing. miguel for the other hand was panicking, he’s face was full on horror, as he’s making his way in the circle of people that gathered around your passed out body. he just throw them around —“EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!”—. he yelps tragically, everyone inmidiatly started to back out, they simply don’t want to deal with him in that state (yeah he’s scary protective) as he gets to you, he inmidiatly drops on his knees, he’s in shock how could this happen, how could he allow this to happen. he took you delicated frame by his hands, one caressing your back, and the other supporting your head. he looks around in desbilief, he wanted to hunt down every single one of those crows eyes staring you down, not doing anything. fuck it made him go violent. “i said..everybody..out..out”—.

it was quiet but sharp, it’s visible how his fangs started to peak out and his eyes are mixed rage but an inscrutable pain, the man was not playing anymore. as the room left empty and your pulse started to stabilize thanks to the aracnid sense, preventing your body to go on an physical trauma. you sense how little strings of hair peaked at your noise, making it tingle, as you’re eyes adjust at the sudden light assaulting your sensitive vision. as you breathe in you feel a light-weight on your chest that moves with you as your exhale the lodge air off your lungs. you peek down and see miguel’s head resting on it. “hey” you whisper. he looks up to you with his glossy puppy eyes, his thumbs now brushing your lips making a trace down to your chin. “i’m sorry mi morenita” god when was the last time he called you like that, “i was not there for you”—. he coos as he presses his front with yours. “i’m..i..missed this” that’s the only thing that you managed to say, and it was true, you missed his intimate contact, his gentle touch. but more importantly you missed feeling safe.

(pd: i hope is not too much i got inspired, and also this hits home particularly so it’s the first time a relate this much with a y/n 😭)

[buccini555]

≡ Headcanons of what it would be like to be in a relationship with Naoto (NSFW at the end)

⌕ H e a d c a n o s!

♡...𝑭𝒕. Naoto Tachibana

♡ Naoto really cares about special dates, he always gives you gifts on your birthdays or anniversaries, flowers, sweets or anything you want he buys for you.

♡ He has difficulty showing feelings, but despite this fact, Naoto tends to be extremely affectionate, sometimes he doesn't like romanticism very much, however he often makes an effort to be romantic with you.

♡ Naoto likes organization and having everything under control, despite worrying a lot about work, he always gives you attention all the time, being a little needy and tricky at times, he likes to have all your attention only for him.

♡ He does whatever he wants, of course, sometimes he complains a little, but he always ends up complying with his wishes.

♡ Naoto keeps you almost like a secret from other people, he prefers to keep you out of trouble, you really are important to him.

⚠︎!! smut, mention of sex in public, masturbation, domination, submission, blowjob, handjob, words (whore), pet names(baby) I think that's it?

♡ He always thinks about sex in public places, but he doesn't have the courage to tell you, many times when they are in places like this, he gets extremely excited with these thoughts, but hides it.

♡ Naoto seems shy and a little innocent, but he often masturbates thinking about you, he can't resist his body but he feels a lot of excitement in the way you ingratiate yourself to him, he likes it when you tease him, asking for more or just being naughty. "I know you're just a whore, I love this!"

♡ He likes to be dominated, many times Naoto is completely submissive to you, he likes it when you call him names or something, he likes to get slapped in the face, scratches and hickeys he gets really horny when you treat him bad.

♡ Slow and deep, he likes morning sex, he always wakes up extremely excited when he sleeps with you, Naoto can never hide how hard his dick is, the size and thickness of his dick does not let his desire to fuck go unnoticed, Naoto makes you moan really loud, but he doesn't like other people knowing they're having sex, so sometimes he covers your mouth. "I need to fuck b-baby, please! Let me fuck this pretty pussy"

♡ He is shy to ask you for sex so he just waits for you to ask for it, he gets extremely horny when you beg for his dick, Naoto loves when you give him a blowjob in the morning, or when you give him a handjob.

[zoeykallus]

Tech’s reaction to the fem!reader pointing up the finger and saying “ I suggest “ before tech opens his mouth every time.

😂 okay, let's go! Sorry for the naughty part, my mind went down strange roads again.

Tech x Fem!Reader - Quirks, Insolence And Weak Knees

Fluff/Annoyed Tech/Flustered Tech/Pre Relationship/Suggestive/Sexual Content/Fingering/18+

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You like traveling with the guys from Bad Batch, you always experience something new, it hardly ever gets boring. But you like one of them in particular, Tech. For fun, and maybe because you want his attention and to draw him out, you've picked up a few of his quirks.

Of course, that doesn't go unnoticed.

Hunter says, "We're running low on fuel-"

You push in front of Tech who is about to open his mouth, raise your finger as he usually does and say, "I suggest we fly to Tattooine, we should still have enough fuel for that. We can refuel there."

Tech, who has noticed several times now that you are imitating him, feels a certain frustration coming on, but doesn't quite know how to deal with it yet and remains silent. But you hear him behind you snorting in annoyance.

You turn to him with a smile, but he avoids your gaze and retreats. You do it again and again, beating him to it, your finger raised and copying his behavior. You hardly miss an opportunity. Tech is getting less and less comfortable with it, and yet he hasn't said a word until now.

When you're alone on the Marauder, and he asks you something, you raise your finger again, but his somber look makes you pause in mid-motion.

Tech says angrily, "Stop this insolence at once! I know why you're doing this, you're copying me to make fun of me, my…. Behaviors, my quirks. I really don't appreciate that! You of all people."

Gritting his teeth, he turns away and continues working, his movements jerky and his shoulders stiffening. You've never seen Tech angry before. But it's more than anger, there's something else, he's hurt, you realize. You really didn't mean for this to happen, not at all.

"Tech," you say softly.

"I don't want to communicate with you right now," he returns tersely, "I'd prefer it if you left me alone to work in peace."

"Please, I'm sorry. Hurting you was not my intention."

"You of all people," he mutters to himself again. A little more clearly, he asks, "Then what was your intention?"

He doesn't look at you though, keeps working.

"It was just fun, I do it now and then with people I like, there is no negative motive behind it. But tell me, what do you mean by 'me of all people'?"

You see him hunch his shoulders as if to retreat into his armor like a turtle.

"I don't think it matters anymore," he says softly.

You ask him gently, "Are you sure about that?"

You hear him sigh, then very slowly his shoulders sink again. Tech's movements become a little quieter, but he still doesn't turn around as he says, "I um, thought you liked me and I noticed I liked you too. Sometimes my knees go weak when you smile at me, in that one way. But then you started making fun of me and… well, that was awkward, to say the least."

You say softly with a smile, "I really like you, that's why I imitated you. I wanted your attention. In hindsight, I realize that was completely silly, and obviously it gave the wrong impression.

Tech cautiously glances over his shoulder.

"You really like me?"

You nod with a smile.

"Indeed."

With his index finger he adjusts his goggles, he looks at you relieved but also thoughtful, his amber eyes look so huge behind the lenses.

"How do we deal with this? What is our next course of action regarding this issue?"

Still smiling, you slowly raise your finger and say, "I suggest we drop everything for now, retire to one of the bunks, and cuddle and kiss."

Tech's ears turn red.

He clears his throat and says, "I um, like that suggestion."

His heart is up to his neck, just like yours. He lets you lead him to your bunk, watching you take off your shoes and climb in. He nervously tugs at his armor before doing the same. As you begin to take off the armor plates of his gear, he holds perfectly still, as if frozen in place.

"You seem nervous," you say softly.

"Maybe, a little," he admits.

"We're just going to cuddle and make out, I'm just going to take the armor off you, so it's more comfortable, I'm not going to undress you completely".

He clears his throat and says, "That sounds…. reasonable"

You realize how reserved and cautious Tech usually is when it comes to contact with other people, you suspect he won't or can't jump in fully right away, perhaps has no experience.

Finally, the last plate of armor has fallen and you snuggle together. Tech is very cautious, a little reserved, but also curious. When your lips touch, the kiss is very chaste at first. Very slowly, Tech feels his way forward. His heart is hammering so hard in his chest that you can feel it pressed so close to him, against yours.

He takes a breath now and then, as if he were about to drown. Tech is very excited, nervous and at the moment he can not hide it. As your tongue glides over his lower lip, he lets out a stuttering breath, heat rushes to his loins and his cock grows to full length under the fabric of his blacks.

He can't organize his thoughts properly, your body heat, your closeness, the touch of your lips and tongue, keeps throwing everything into confusion.

You lie on your sides, pressed close together, one of your legs hooks around his waist, and quite automatically his pelvis nestles between your thighs. Finally, his tongue feels its way to yours, each velvety collision a shower of signals flooding his body and yours. Automatically you move together, friction arises. By now you've long felt how hard he is through the thin fabric of your clothes.

The heat of the moment carries Tech away, a shiver runs through his body, the friction is too much stimulation, he clings his arms around you, almost like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood, as an orgasm overtakes him and he cums still almost fully clothed.

He breaks away from the kiss, almost startled, stammering an apology, but he's still clinging to you.

"That's okay, I'll take that as a compliment," you say softly.

He licks his lips nervously.

You ask him, "Do you want to maybe do something more?"

Tech hesitates before answering, "My body clearly wants more, but my mind says I'm not ready yet."

You smile and kiss his chin.

"That's perfectly fine"

After a moment of silence he asks, "But you haven't had an orgasm, have you?"

"Not yet," you say with a smirk.

Tech takes off one of his gloves and asks, "I may not be ready for deeper sexual contact yet, but would you allow me to touch you, to provide you some relief as well?"

"Meaning?"

"You know I gather information like a sponge, I read a lot, do a lot of research."

His gloveless hand, carefully opens your pants.

"May I?" he asks again, "I'm curious if I'm capable of doing this".

You say with a racing pulse, "Go ahead."

Just the thought of feeling his long, deft fingers so intimately makes your panties damp. He pulls your pants a bit off your hips to get better access, then his fingertips feel along the waistband of your panties. Each touch a small pulse that pulses impatiently between your thighs.

Slowly, tenderly, his fingers slip under the fabric and move further down toward your moist heat. Tech lets out a stuttering breath as his fingers touch your most intimate regions, sliding through your folds. It's so warm, velvety soft and wet.

"This wetness comes from sexual arousal, doesn't it?"

You moan softly, from his touch, before answering, "Yes, indeed."

The thought pleases him, that his closeness, his fingers can arouse you. He goes on a tender exploration, his fingertips finally finding what he is looking for, your clit. He first exerts gentle pressure, strokes you. His fingers move further down again, collecting some of your arousal, then he slides his moistened fingertips back to your pearl. He strokes gentle circles around and on the little bundle of nerve endings, slowly applying more pressure, watching in fascination as you squirm in arousal.

The intensity in your pussy increases, it tingles and pulsates, your pussy contracts, but there is nothing for your walls to cling to.

After a while he asks gently, "You seem to be having fun, but it's not enough, is it?"

You pull your panties down, automatically while his fingers continue to dance deftly on your clit, keeping you on the edge of your seat.

"I need something inside me"

"I-inside you?" he asks uncertainly.

Tech looks down at himself, he's already hard again, but still messed up from his own seed and not really ready to take that step yet.

"Okay," he says quietly, "let me try something."

He brings his other hand to his mouth and pulls off his second glove with his teeth, seeing that alone sends renewed pulses through your center making your pussy twitch. You love those wonderful fingers. He lets go of you briefly, gently pulling off your underpants and then your panties. His ears are red, a wet bulge in his crotch. He has never done something so naughty before. He likes it, but he doesn't feel quite up to it yet either, but he wants to give you pleasure. You can't help it that he is so easily overstimulated.

He opens your thighs in front of him with his hands, kneeling between them.

"Please tell me if I go too far or if anything makes you uncomfortable," Tech says urgently.

You promise, "If it does, I will say something".

He nods, looks down and sees your wet flower spread out in front of him. He bites his lower lip, finally the fingers of one hand search for your entrance, gently stroking through your wet folds again until he finds your dripping hole. Carefully he caresses the entrance with two fingertips, first at the edge, then he slowly penetrates further. At the same time, the fingers of his other hand resume their play with your clitoris, in gentle circular motions that slowly increase.

Tech increases the speed and pressure of the massage of your clitoris while at the same time he pushes his fingers deeper into your pussy and begins to pump gently. Satisfied, he sees your reaction, hears your sighs, your moans, sees your fingers digging into the sheet. He feels how your pussy clings to his fingers.

"Fascinating," he says softly.

In the next moment, the time has finally come, the intensity increases and this time you tip over the edge in delight into a glorious orgasm, with Tech's fingers on your clit and in your pussy.

You ask him to stop before he overstimulates you, and he gently withdraws his fingers from you. He is still kneeling in front of you, looking down at you contentedly with a small smile and says, "Those fingers you were making fun of are good for so many things, aren't they?"

You laugh softly and agree with him, "They sure are, Tech."

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[1313ablackcat1313]

A Message From Your Friendly Neighborhood Scorpio

Why do people hate us? I'm here to plea my case. Yes Scorpios can be intimidating and even a little mean, but have you ever stopped to ask yourself why a Scorpio might get mean? Do you have them backed into a corner? Scorpios only sting when they feel like they have no other options. Ask yourself what you did to make them that way, because Scorpios are very loyal to their friends, almost to a fault. We tend to put our closest friends and family above our own emotional and physical needs. We love deeply. We aren't being rude or angry, we are just passionate about certain subjects and things. Scorpios may seem dark and mysterious, but we share a lot with those we are closest with. We will take your secrets to the grave with us. We don't go around blabbing your business or gossiping about you. We are above that kind of behavior and look down our nose on people like that. When someone is gossiping or being two faced we immediately observe that and keep that information about that person filed away in a dark filing cabinet in our minds. We now know not to tell that person anything about ourselves or our friends. We are the ones who sit quietly in a room unnoticed, but observe and listen to everything. If something is said about our close friends we save that information for later so that we can tell you about it. Scorpios have a bad rep of being manipulative or controlling. I tend to believe those are defense mechanisms. I have the ability to play mind games, but I choose not to unless I feel like I have to. I sometimes feel like the negative traits of being a Scorpio like manipulation, controlling behaviors, or angry outbursts are signs of an unevolved Scorpio. Anyway, now I'm rambling. Lol. A Scorpio in your life is a blessing. We will always have your back. Always. We will take your side in almost any argument and stand up for you and defend you. We take betrayal to heart, so don't fuck us over. Scorpios don't have explosive anger like an Aries, but we have quiet, passive rage. When you backstab a Scorpio, we will cut you off with out any hesitation and never look back. We forget you and won't forgive you. That's why we are the Death card after all. That's where I think the mind games and manipulation come in. We cut you off silently, but we are secretly plotting our revenge on you. I think Scorpios that actually act on revenge are unevolved. An evolved Scorpio will cut you off in silence and pray that karma destroys you. We will keep tabs on you. We will find you on social media. We will keep updated until we are satisfied that you've been punished enough and then we will forget your existence. I think this is why we take betrayal so seriously. We love with our entire hearts and are extremely loyal, and I think we expect the same in return from other people, but no one can love and be as loyal as a Scorpio in my opinion, those are just completely unrealistic expectations.

[katsigian]

Kinda hurts a little when you've spent years creating a specific character in a specific universe for hardly anyone to see them, only for someone else to do the exact same concepts and get applauded for it. Did I just do it that badly or something

I remember when I first made all of my OCs supernatural in early 2022. I was one of the first people in [redacted] fandom who made it canon and talked openly about how my OC were vampires. And I got harassed for it endlessly. People were in my asks and dms telling me it was cringe and overpowered and lame, and that I was dumb to think anyone would care. Regardless of all of that, I kept them around and didn't stop talking about them. And then everyone else caught on and also made supernatural OCs because I helped to normalize it. Which isn't the problem, make as many supernatural OCs as you like, I'm not telling people to stop. That's not what bothers me (I have to add that disclaimer bc someone will undoubtedly try to get offended).

I think what upsets me is that it feels like I talk into a void sometimes and it sometimes feels like I don't have a place to share the things I'm proud of. I have an entire world that I made and this intertwined network of 10+ original characters and I just don't know where to talk about them or how to talk about them. I know we're "supposed to create for ourselves" and to "share it for good reasons", but it's really hard to put myself in that mindset. I don't do it for clout and I never will, I love my characters too much for that. Maybe I've just been doing a bad job of sharing anything about my world and characters, that is highly likely. I just can't help but remember the times I did share things and they went completely unnoticed

Just a little bit of acknowledgement would be nice. I think I'd be happy with that. Just a little bit of acknowledgement for the way I've had to fight to have my supernatural OCs exist in a cyberpunk setting in a hostile fandom. Just a little acknowledgement of the months of effort I put into my characters. And that would be all. Or maybe I'll learn how to just ignore everything and just keep doing as I have been. Putting my head and continuing on, savoring those small bits of genuine friendly interest when they come my way. That's good too

[yourmomsgranddad]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER THREE: Things are just different, ever since she cut her blue hair off

— SUMMARY: A dinner with Eleanor Bishop brings some secrets out.

— WARNINGS: a few curse words

— A/N: I was literally supposed to post this yesterday. My bad.

Kate didn't know what to do. She had just saw you making out with some guy right after you told her one, you were going to the bathroom, and two, she was your best kiss.

She didn't know where her brain was, but it was not a nice place.

"Kate, I know what you're thinking and I can explain." You stepped out of the closet and it was like this guy you were with, he wasn't even there anymore, you didn't care.

She just started violently shaking her head.

"That's your business, not mine. You don't have to explain anything."

Mostly because she definitely didn't want to know, it was going to make her body act up again, from the nervousness.

"Okay but can you promise not to tell my mom? She doesn't know yet."

And there it was, an opening. If she wanted you to go back to being the bestest friends, she would have to keep this secret for you and keep it well. But could she? Absolutely not. But she was going to try!

"Sure."

"Thanks Katie. I love you."

You kissed her cheek before disappearing with the field of people, blending in with them.

She didn't know what to think right now but she did know she had to go home, like pronto. She didn't even have time to tell her mom, she didn't want to see your face.

So she shot her mom a text and skated out of there.

She laid in her bed, going through everything that happened, making sure she was crazy.

You had told her that your kiss was the best you had ever had and then went and kissed some other guy. Did she dream that you said that? Was she just messing with herself by accident?

I mean, she knew she was crazy but not that crazy.

And to make matters worse, Kate's mom had texted her, basically telling her she was coming to your welcome back dinner.

It was still so soon for her to see you and she couldn't make up some excuse without telling her how she was feeling inside and she never wanted anybody to know about it. Ever.

So she was forced to go to the dinner whether she liked it or not.

Not.

Getting there early was proving to be a bad idea as she caught her mom in a frenzy. A blood-hungry one.

She was running around her kitchen, making sure everything was in order and if one thing was out of place, she was going to burst into flames. And Kate did not want to see that, at all.

She kept asking if she wanted some help but every time her mom roared at her, telling her she had it handled.

Sadly, Kate was not unfamiliar with this mood.

Every time you or your mom was coming over, her mom was worried for some reason. Like you guys were going to come in, hate it, and then leave.

It wasn't possible but somewhere in Eleanor's mind, it was more than a possibility, it was a gurantee.

And she was not about to go down without a fight.

So Kate just rode it out, at least until you got there.

Which wasn't long.

After about an hour of worrying, there was a knock at the door and along came you and your mom, looking completely unbothered.

And someone else?

She noticed a boy on your arm and not only that. He was absolutely not the boy from last night.

It was dark and she was most definitely avoiding his gaze, but not that gaze, that was a completely different gaze. And you had some explaining to do.

Minutes into the dinner and Kate's eyes hadn't left you once.

And they weren't the worried eyes she was expecting but more 'I know something and you're busted.' And it did not go unnoticed by you. You were in fact avoiding her eyes as most as possible.

"So Claire! I was wondering have you seen my mom's BATHROOM? She was thinking about getting it remodeled but I said no. Do you think it looks nice? I would ask Y/n but I know she's never seen it."

Your eyes were wide, Kate was not the best at being subtle, like ever.

"I don't think I've ever seen it either."

Kate didn't care how confused she just made both of your moms. All she cared about was that you caught it.

"You know!" She cut their conversation off, once again. "My mom will not get off of my back about cleaning out my CLOSET. It is so filthy in there."

"Alright! Kate, how about you help me find the bathroom? I really need to go."

"Well we definitely know you need help finding the bathroom."

"Ok! Let's go." You shot up from your seat, grabbing Kate's hand and pulling her out of the room.

"Hey guys, try not to KISS us! Oops I meant miss."

"Shut up!"

You continued pulling her until you were in a hallway, far away from any nosey parents. You dropped her hand and she immediately missed your touch.

You crossed your arms and began stamping your foot, like an angry mother. Again, something Kate was all too familiar with.

"You want to tell me where this sudden attitude is coming from?"

"Hey Y/n, quick query. Who's that guy?" She pretended to wonder, sending you off of your high horse. "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, before I was traumatized, I remember seeing the guy you were making out with. And it might've been dark, but I saw what he looked like. That wasn't it. What gives?" She shrugged, awaiting your answer.

"Why do you care? It's none of your business."

"Oh come on. We might not be close right now. But I've been your best friend since you were in the fucking womb, I'm always gonna care." Your eyes went wide, you didn't expect her to talk like that.

"Watch your mouth! Our moms are in the room next to us."

"When have either one of us cared about cursing in front of our mothers?" You chuckled, her saying that dislodged a memory.

"Kate! Just go." She was teetering on the edge, trying to go out into the hallway. She wanted to get something to drink but she didn't want to venture your house alone. You didn't feel like getting up.

"Shit." You threw a pillow at her, making a very loud noise.

"Stop cursing. My mom is gonna wake up any minute."

"Pussy."

"Hey! I heard that."

Yeah, Kate got the biggest talking to you had ever seen. In fact, she tried the hardest to hide from your mother, she didn't want to talk.

She was grounded for a week.

(real situation, don't want to talk about it) (also, no it was not me who got in trouble)

"Fine, if you must know. The guy at the table? He's my fake boyfriend. My mom's making me date him to elevate my status. He doesn't even remember my name. He keeps calling everything else." You let out a laugh but Kate could tell, you didn't think it was funny.

You didn't want to be dating this guy and no matter how much you didn't like your mom, you were always trying to her make happy, at any cost. Even if you had to date some guy who didn't like you.

"If you don't like this guy, break up with him."

"Oh I would if I could. But you don't know my mom. Bad things could happen if I don't go through with this relationship."

Kate was confused, what did you mean she didn't know your mom? She's known your mom her entire life. But even if she wanted to ask about that, you two had to go back. You were gone too long.

So you both went back to the table, Kate being still just as confused.

As soon as you two sat back down, it seemed as though both of your moms were celebrating. Were they that excited that you sat back down?

"What's going on, Mom?" You wonder, going right back into your food.

"Eleanor has just let me know that you can start at Bishop Security as quick as possible. You got the job!"

You didn't seem as excited as your mom wanted you to be and Kate definitely was not feeling it.

Now that you were working for her mom, she was going to have to see you constantly. With your fake boyfriend and your real one.

Great.

[pavlovianfuckery]

you're getting very sleep- oh wait. oh no

A/N: Re-uploading all my fics after having a slight mental breakdown and deleting everything, bone apple tea and all that anyway

AO3

The Master-masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

Summary: I have no excuses but I'm blaming this one on David Anders and his lovely speaking voice, I'm almost entirely innocent in all this, I promise

Pairing: Blaine DeBeers/F!Reader

Notes: hypnosis, piv sex and some oral, schrödinger's spiked drink, no use of y/n

Length: 7000~ words

You don't have a pavlovian response to the text alert on your phone, but it's a pretty close thing at this point. And to be honest, the butterflies that start swarming in your belly at the sound of the little 'ding' aren't exactly helping, either.

Had an interesting brain in the last shipment, you up for a test drive tonight?

You frown at the screen. That sounds less like a date and more like work. Could probably still be fun, though.

Is this your way of asking me to come over?

You pause after sending, then quickly tap out another text; Interesting how?

The minutes crawl by, and then the phone chimes again.

You'll see. 10. Wear something pretty.

"'Wear something pretty', huh?" Considering that he could probably charm the hide right off a crocodile if he tried a bit more effort would be nice, but despite that you still can't quite keep a smile away. For a minute you think about responding with something petty to tease him right back with. A few quick taps later, you quickly hit send.

You too

At least there's plenty of time to get ready.

⁂

Curled up on the corner of the couch you watch from across the room as he goes to pour himself a drink. You have to admit that while his idea of an invitation might have been somewhat lacking, he clearly puts that effort into other things. The deep blue shirt brings out the colour of his eyes and between the usual tight denim, rolled up sleeves and undone top buttons, he looks positively edible. Seeing the lines of his shoulder blades move under the thin fabric makes your mouth go a bit dry, completely derailing your train of thought. It's almost hard to believe that he's all yours, even if it's just for tonight.

"You want anything?" If the twitch at the corners of his mouth is anything to go by, your ogling has not gone unnoticed.

"Whatever you're having is fine." You shrug, mostly content to enjoy the view for a bit longer. "So, are you going to explain the 'interesting' part?"

"It's meant to be a surprise." You can tell by the gleam in his eye that this will probably be good, but you're still a bit hesitant.

"After the week I've had, I'm really not up for guessing games."

"That bad?" Despite the way he's not looking at you and busying himself with getting glasses out, it's almost sweet. Until recently you doubt he'd even ask. Even if plain and simple lust is what got you into this mess, this is exactly the kind of small thing that keeps you there. Those tiny cracks in the veneer that make you want to dig your nails into them and peel, to see more of what lies underneath. Not that you're naive enough to think there's a heart of gold hiding underneath the surface, but surface clearly isn't all there is, either.

"You have no idea. Not going to bore you with the details, though." You sigh, watching him get a bottle out. It looks exactly like the kind of expensive stuff that would be perfectly wasted on your half-dead palate. "I just need to not think for a while, so try to play nice?"

"You saying I don't usually?" He's teasing you again, eyebrows raised and his face a perfect mockery of innocence.

"No," Rolling your eyes at him you can't quite keep the fondness out of your voice, "I'm having trouble even imagining it, actually."

He's shaking his head, smiling as he unscrews the cap of the bottle.

"You know," he pours an even measure in each glass, glancing at you as he does, "I might have just the thing."

"The thing for what, exactly?"

"For when you don't want to think." Putting the cap back on the bottle and putting it down, he fishes a bottle out of his pocket. It's a tiny unassuming thing of tinted glass, and you can't see what's inside of it.

"What's that?" You frown, not sure where this is going.

"Just a little something to help you relax." His tone is airy as he holds it between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little shake. "You trust me?" That's a question that really doesn't help you think less. It's not as if there's been a lack of opportunity for him to hurt you, hell, at times you've even asked him to. But him outright asking you to trust him is different. For a moment there's a blink-and-you-miss-it tension to his shoulders, then he shrugs and starts to put it away again. "You don't have to-"

"No, I do," You wet your lips, flicking your eyes between the bottle and his face. "I trust you." And it's not even a lie. You can only hope that he won't make you regret it as you watch him empty the bottle into one of the glasses, giving it a few quick swirls to mix it all together. Because he's seemingly always finding new ways to annoy you, he adds ice to yours before sauntering over and handing it to you with a little mock bow.

"Madam." He looks so pleased with himself that for a second you hesitate before accepting the offered glass. It almost has you rolling your eyes at him, because you know that he knows how you don't like ice in your drinks, but it doesn't feel worth getting hung up on. At least it doesn't look any different and as he sits down next to you, close enough to touch, you give it a cautious sniff. Doesn't smell any different either. As you take a small sip you can feel his eyes on you, but all you can taste is the same smooth burn you'd been expecting.

"So..." You roll the glass around between your hands, in no hurry to empty it. "You still haven't told me what's supposed to be so interesting about this brain you're on."

"You're really not letting that go, are you?"

"Nope, so you might as well tell me."

"Alright, but it's not as exciting as you probably think." He takes a sip of his drink, nodding his head. "Short version? There was a bit of a mix-up."

"And the less short version?"

"Someone bought what was supposed to be street magician brain because they thought it'd make good blue brain material. Party tricks, that kind of thing." That makes sense, you suppose. "But turns out that same someone didn't bother reading the fine print."

"And...?" You're not entirely sure where he's going with this.

"You ever been hypnotized?"

Now that's a bit of a surprise, the words 'street magician' mostly bring to mind something like card tricks or perhaps pulling hankies out of orifices.

"Oh god," you can't quite suppress a giggle, "you're not going to try and make me quack like a duck or something, are you?"

"No, but..." he leans in a bit closer, lowering his voice a little bit, "what if all I had to do was snap my fingers,"he does exactly that for emphasis,"and I could make you do whatever I wanted?"

"You could always just ask." You shrug, taking another small sip of your drink. Is it just you, or is the room getting warmer? And you could have sworn that there was ice in this, but that must have been your imagination.

"Sure, but where's the fun in that?"

"You might be surprised," The thought certainly doesn't lack appeal, and even if it does feel a little silly, it could be fun. Besides, having someone else take the reins for a bit sounds exactly like what you need right now. "Alright, I'll play. So how does it work, exactly? You going make me look at a swinging pocketwatch or something like that?"

"That's a bit cliché, don't you think?" Shaking his head, he flashes you a quick grin, "No, I'm just going to tell you what's going to happen."

"And that's just going to work?"

"Oh, it will." There's not even a hint of doubt in his voice. "That little freebie I slipped into your drink? Doesn't just relax you, it makes you...suggestible." He gestures to the glass in your hand, "By the time you finish that, you won't be able to resist. Or move much."

"I guess we'll see," you quip, taking another swig from the glass. But you can already feel it, warmth slowly spreading through your limbs like syrup, and not just from the alcohol. With a body temperature that hasn't gone above room temperature in so long, you can't remember the last time you felt this hot.

"Looking a little flushed, there." He leans back and watches you squirm for a few seconds. "It's nice, isn't it? Almost like being alive. Makes you real sensitive, too." He drags the tip of a finger up the inside of your arm, and it's true. What the hell did he give you?

"Do you mind if I open a window?" You blink a few times trying to clear your head, but he's still touching you. Every brush of his skin against yours feels as if he's reaching deeper somehow, touching the nerves themselves. Every move of his fingertip on your heated skin shoots straight to your core, making it hard to think. "I need some air."

"Be my guest." You're sure that your legs weren't this wobbly just a few minutes ago and he clearly notices too, though he doesn't say anything as he takes the half-empty glass from you. Walking over to the door leading out to the balcony is much harder than it should have been, and the entire time you're overly aware of your own body. Just the feel of your clothes and the way your own thighs rub together has you biting your lip. "You good?" The reflection in the glass is a bit blurry, but the amused expression on his face is clear enough.

"Yeah, it's fine." When did you get so lightheaded? Cracking the door open an inch lets the evening air in and it does help, at least a little. Leaning your forehead against the cool glass, you take a few deep breaths. It's only a short distance back to the couch but right now you're not feeling too confident. You only make it a few steps before he stops you.

"You might feel better if you take your top off." That sounds like a good idea, actually. He's still smiling, making your stomach fill with butterflies as you pull the offending garment over your head. "Better?"

"I don't...know?" You frown. Why is it still so warm in here?

"Lose the skirt too." His hungry gaze almost feels like a physical weight on you as it glides over your breasts and stomach, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. "That'll help." Of course it will, it has to. The zipper doesn't want to cooperate but eventually you get it, and as the skirt slides off and falls to the floor, it actually does feel better. It's still a bit too warm and too much somehow, but at least it's bearable now. "Come here." He pats the empty seat next to him. As you go to take a step, your legs wobble again, making you hesitate. It would be so embarrassing if you tripped and fell.

"Are you...laughing at me?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Not at all." Resting his chin in his hand you can't quite see but you strongly suspect that he's not being entirely truthful. Something is clearly very funny, because his eyes are crinkling at the corners. "You can crawl, if you want." It's still a bit embarrassing but at least it's better than tripping over your own feet, and being on your hands and knees for him feels correct in a way that you can't quite put a finger on. He looks so inviting sitting there, so rather than getting back up right away you crawl between his nonchalantly spread legs. As you rub your cheek against the inside of his denim-clad thigh it actually helps with the light-headedness, because right now it feels as if he's the only solid thing in the room. Then he's patting the seat next to him again. "You should sit."

"But this is nice." Everything feels so intense and as you slide a hand over his calf and up to his knee, you wonder what'd be like to touch him without anything in the way when you're feeling like this.

"You want to finish your drink, don't you?" Now that you think about it, you're actually really thirsty still, so you probably should. Clambering back onto the couch, your fingers are a bit sluggish as he hands you the glass again, but you pay it no mind. "Go on."

There's not that much left, but you only manage about half before your limbs get so heavy that you fumble and nearly drop it.

"What did you...?" You trail off, frowning again. This is his fault, isn't it? He did something.

"Told you it'd help you relax." And it's true, almost too much so. As he reaches over and pulls the nearly empty glass from your clumsy fingers, it's as if somebody has filled your limbs with warm sand. He gently taps the glass against your bottom lip. "Bottoms up, doll." You're not sure if it's on purpose or not but when he tilts the glass he does it a bit too steeply for you to keep up, making the last of the amber liquid drip down your chin and neck.

Then it doesn't seem terribly important anymore because he's chasing the spilled liquor with his mouth, tongue lapping at every stray droplet until you're shivering, weakly squeezing your legs together. Every little touch is overwhelming and as he licks and sucks at your neck, the scent of him nearly makes your mouth start to water. It's a hint of no doubt expensive cologne and whatever product he puts in his hair, all underlaid by what you suppose is just him and you probably shouldn't be associating it with words like 'comfort' or 'safe' but somehow despite yourself, you've started to do that anyway.

"Look how relaxed you are," his voice low and smooth in your ear, almost making you dizzy with want. Pulling away he gives your shoulder a little push. It makes you sway in your seat and as your head lolls back, he wraps a steadying hand around the back of your neck. "That's good. Feels good too, right?"

"Uh-huh." Words aren't usually this hard but everything feels soft and warm, like your brain has been coated in cotton. It's a bit like being underwater and while you can still move, everything seems to move at half speed. Then he's touching you again, tracing the lacy edges of your bra. Even through the thin fabric, everything is so magnified and so focused that when he scratches across one of your nipples with a blunt fingernail, it sends a little mewling sound tumbling from your mouth.

"You must be so damn sensitive," he murmurs as he does it again, "I'm barely even touching you." Every relentless back and forth of his fingers has little jolts of pleasure running through you until it feels like you could melt into the cushions and disappear. When he stops, the lack of it is almost painful. Not for long though because then he's dipping his head down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. If his just fingers felt good, the feel of his tongue and teeth as he sucks you through the saliva-dampened fabric is downright heavenly. Then he's pinching your other side, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers and for a few fleeting seconds you think that if he keeps doing that maybe you might come without even needing anything else. But you don't want to, not yet, so soon and so empty. Somehow you're certain that it would break the spell you're under, and right now everything just feels so good.

"I wanna touch you," you whine, tugging at the edge of his shirt. Clearly you haven't thought this through because that makes him stop, which is the opposite of what you want.

"You can touch, if you want to." When did buttons become this difficult? It really shouldn't be this hard but your fingers aren't quite doing what you tell them to, making you all the more frustrated. "It's okay." When did his voice get that soft, like something you could reach out and touch? It makes you ache to rub up against it even though that makes absolutely no sense. And of course, he makes the buttons look so easy it's almost upsetting. But then he's grabbing your wrist, guiding your hands and pressing them to his bare chest. "Better?"

"A little." When he's this close it feels as if you could drown in his eyes but it's still not close enough and there's some primal part of your mind that wants to crawl under his skin, let him fucking eat you. Something must be funny again, or he wouldn't be smiling at you like that. "What?"

"Nothing." He shakes his head and it's very confusing, because you haven't done anything, have you? But then he's kissing you and it doesn't seem terribly important, anymore. With your mouth starting to turn as clumsy as the rest of you he doesn't push but takes his time, turning the kiss into something so slow and careful that it leaves you short of breath. You almost don't notice his hand moving across your back, fingers slipping under the band of the bra. But then you can feel his lips curve against yours in a grin as he gives the closure a quick little twist, and when it pops open you're almost a bit offended that he makes it look that easy. As he slides the straps down he presses a quick kiss to each shoulder, making your heart do a tiny somersault in your chest. With the bra finally discarded on the floor somewhere he hooks a finger in the elastic of your underwear, giving it a little tug. "Tell me you want me, doll."

"You know I do." For some reason those words are much easier to wrap your mouth around, so easy to get out without having to fight your own body. You're basically vibrating under his hands already, so he has to know. How can he not know?

"Tell me anyway."

"I want you," you breathe, painfully aware of how heavy your cunt feels, wetness starting to seep into your underwear. The words come in a rush you're not quite prepared for, almost falling over themselves. "Fuck, I want you more than anything."

Your hips lift almost on their own when he gives your underwear another tug and then they're slowly slipping down, down, down until he's crouched between your legs, pulling them the rest of the way off.

"You're so pretty," you sigh, gently petting his hair. How can everything about him look so damn touchable? Impossible man. You feel too warm and fuzzy to mind it when he laughs at you, content to just watch the way his mouth and throat move. It makes you want to put your fingers in his mouth. There's no real reason for it and you know that all you'd find in there are lies and teeth, but you want to anyway. Then he's laughing again, shaking his head and pulling on your hand and did you really say all of that out loud? You must have done because then he's rubbing the tips of your fingers over his lips, pressing a quick kiss to each one before slipping two of them into his mouth, holding them gently between his teeth. To him, it's clearly just another way of teasing you and it should feel much sillier than it does, but that doesn't keep your breath from speeding up. It's intimate even though you can't quite articulate why and then his tongue slides over your fingertips, mostly putting a stop to thinking altogether. Your heartbeat feels incredibly loud as you mindlessly trace the edges of his teeth, pressing down on his tongue. It feels like it's only a few short moments later that he's pulling your fingers back out, pressing one last kiss to your knuckles.

"Still with me? Looking a bit zoned out, there." For a few moments, the words bounce around inside your skull like the world's slowest game of pong and you can't quite respond.

"Yeah, I..." you blink rapidly a few times, but it doesn't really help. It feels as if your head is filled with sickly sweet fog that could start leaking out of your ears if you try too hard to think, and the words are shaky and halting as they stumble from your mouth. "You didn't have to."

"You wanted it, though." Then he's on his knees proper, hands gliding up your thighs at a snail's pace, keeping your legs apart even when you unconsciously try to squeeze them together again. He's so close to touching you where you need it, and it's as if he can see how badly you want him. Just his breath washing over you has you clenching around nothing. "Fuck, doll," he groans and then he's touching you, if you can call it that. It's barely the ghost of touch, so feather-light that it's more like torture when you know it'd be so easy for him to sink those gorgeous fingers into you, filling you up. "You need it, don't you?"

Then the tip of his tongue is slipping through your folds, dipping into you. It's too gentle, nowhere near enough and the way he's studiously avoiding your clit makes it obvious that he's doing it entirely on purpose. It makes you clumsily grab at the back of his neck in that way you know annoys him because at this point, you'll even take his teeth over more of this teasing. All it gets you is another huff of laughter, bright eyes boring into yours until you're pinned down like a bug on a board. When he finally brushes against your clit it's still just with the very tip of his tongue, too slow and too soft to do anything except frustrate you. Every muscle in your body is slowly turning to jelly and when you try to push him away, nothing is moving how it should.

"Please." It's small and strangled and almost blurring at the edges, only barely squeezing out past the whimper growing at the base of your throat. "It hurts." And it does, you're so empty and needy that you're swollen with it, it aches and every flick of his tongue is making it worse, not better. "Need you," the words keep sticking like velcro to your tongue, and it takes more effort than it should to get them out.

"What do you want, hm?" He rubs at you, watching your reaction as he idly spreads your wetness mixed with his saliva around. "You can have my fingers." Resting the tip of a finger at your entrance he just barely dips inside. It makes you twitch and shudder, your body trying to pull at him all on its own, but the feeling passes quickly, leaving a gaping kind of hunger in its place. "Can have my whole hand, if that's what you want." As you struggle for words he bites down on the inside of your thigh, a slow steady press of teeth intended to leave a bruise. That hurts too, but it gives you something else to focus on, makes it easier.

"Just need you," you grit out, breath coming in quick little gasps, "inside, please, please..."

"Yeah?" He presses a sloppy open-mouthed kiss to the bite, laving his tongue over the little divots left by his teeth, so close to breaking the skin. "You want my cock?"

"God, yes." Your nails scrabble weakly against the expensive leather of the couch. Some gibbering and altogether vicious part of your mind insists that him just fucking you isn't enough, he needs to get his cock out and hurt you with it, to leave you with marks so lasting and so deep that the only thing you'll ever be is his. It's thoroughly ugly in all its possessiveness, but you can't bring yourself to care. "Please."

For a second he looks at you with something that's almost like pity.

"You can't move, can you?" His tone is soft and sweet like molasses as he wraps a hand around your wrist, stroking it with his thumb. Before you can even try to answer he lifts it a few inches, then lets go, and you can't do anything except watch as your arm limply falls back down. "Oh, sweetheart," he breathes, eyes going half-lidded and dark," Oh, that's perfect, fuck."

Having to watch him undress without being able to touch him is its own kind of torture. Every movement from the way he shrugs off the undone shirt to how he peels the tight denim down is deliberate and just a hint too slow, making you wait for it. He's close enough that all you'd have to do is reach for him but your limbs just feel so heavy, as if any minute you're going to sink down all the way through the floor. He's half-hard already, tenting the fabric of his boxers and as he pulls them off too you can't quite hold back a frustrated little noise.

Then your mouth really does start to water because the way he touches himself is deliberate too, slow and teasing and just out of your reach. The temptation to get on your knees and wrap your lips around him is so strong that you're almost feverish with it, but even if you could move, how could you trust your own mouth right now? Every slide of his fingers draws the tension inside of you tighter until it drags the breath from your lungs in a desperate little whine.

It's not even words anymore, just noise. You can't even ask for what you want. Then he's stepping closer still, until he's just inches away, the tip of his cock flushed and wet and all but begging you to wrap your mouth around it. If you could just move-

"Shh, I know," he soothes, stroking your hair, "you don't need to talk, it's alright..." Despite the breathy edge to his voice the words are still so soft, and you can't quite understand why. Every little movement and slick sound has heat curling low in your belly and as he swipes his thumb over his slit and gathers the beading precome on his finger, you think you might actually cry. He's close enough that you can smell him and now he's just being mean, why can't he just-

Then his finger is pressing against your mouth, rubbing it over your lips until they glisten with it and now you know he's definitely just being mean on purpose because that has to be payback for something you've done. "You're so fucking pretty like this, come here." He grits out, cupping your jaw in his hand. "Open." His grip is gentle as he coaxes your slack mouth to open properly, not letting go and taking himself in hand until he's satisfied that it's wide enough. Hand cradling the back of your head, he doesn't fuck your mouth the way you expect him to. Instead he just barely slips between your lips and rubs his tip against your tongue with a low moan, not seeming to care that you can't really do anything. For a minute it's so close to being what you want, but it's not quite what you need. You'd thought that tasting him would make you feel better, but instead all it does is make the ache between your legs all the more urgent. It's not just the inside of your thighs that are getting slick with it, the luxurious leather under your ass is also starting to turn slippery, and if he doesn't take pity on you soon, sliding right off the couch could be a very real possibility. While getting fucked on the floor is starting to sound more tempting by the minute, you know that it'd probably be a lot less fun in practice. You wish that you could at least swallow properly because he's leaking into your mouth, twitching and messy and entirely too lovely. The little groans spilling from his lips have no business sounding as good as they do and you selfishly hope that he doesn't come like this and leaves you hanging.

When he finally pulls away the rise and fall of his chest is a shuddering, uneven thing and he looks almost as tense and desperate as you feel. As he wipes your chin and as he cups your cheek, thumb tracing your cheekbone, you can't recall ever wanting him more."Just blink if you still want it, doll."

So you do, as slowly and as purposefully as you can, despite the thick fog swirling around in your mind, making it hard to think. It seems to get the message across because his face is a mixture of relief and desire, hot and sharp and focused entirely on you as he captures your mouth with his.

"Good," he sighs against your lips, "that's good." When he pushes you down you go so easy, as boneless as a puppet with its strings cut. It's a tight fit and not entirely comfortable when he tries to slot himself between your legs and in hindsight, the couch really isn't the best spot for it. He seems to agree, knocking a few of the cushions to the floor with an impatient little 'tsk' sound and giving your legs more room to spread. "There," he grunts, pressing close and covering your body with his, "that's better."

With his weight holding you down it does feel better and as he rubs his length over your aching center, even better still. Every slow roll of his hips has your traitorous heart pounding just a bit harder in your chest because he could have just turned you over and used you but instead he's taking his time, all but melting against you in a way that's bordering on tender. You're still not naive enough to fool yourself into thinking that this is something as stupid as love, but with the way he's looking at you, it makes it hard to believe that this arrangement between you is as clear-cut as it had been when it started. Then he's bowing his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing laboured as he sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin.

"You just keep that pretty little head of yours," his voice is shaky and fraying at the edges, "nice and empty for me." With the way he's caging you in with his arms, he's already the only thing you can think about right now but it's not like you'd tell him that, even if you could. Then he's reaching down, feeling you out and angling his hips just so, making thinking superfluous at best as he presses against your opening. He's not even inside of you yet but he's already trembling. "Fuck," he gasps, brows knitting into a small concentrated frown. "oh, you're so fucking ready for me, aren't you?"

For once he's not hiding and you can't look away, and as he finally slides into you, all you can do is breathe and let him. There are no masks, no walls, only the way his mouth goes slack and pupils dilate, breath coming out in stuttering little bursts. He takes his time with this too, easing into you so carefully, as if he's worried that you might break, despite knowing better than that. Having him buried inside like this, throbbing and lovely and pushing into the deepest parts of you, it's perhaps the most right you've felt all night. And that's when you realize that even though it's only a little, you can move.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart, you don't have to..." The words are staggered and a bit unsteady as he trails off, frown deepening and eyelids fluttering as you squeeze around him again and again. Once you start, you're not sure how to stop. Not when it's dragging the prettiest, almost obscene noises from his mouth as he rocks against you. It feels as if he's barely moving an inch, only just pulling back before thrusting back in, nudging and massaging at that sweet spot deep inside. If you could only touch yourself you'd be hurtling towards that precipice so soon, but you can't. Even if your arm wasn't hanging uselessly off the edge of the couch, there's no room. Instead, he's pressed in so close that every move has you rubbing against him. Compared to his fingers or his mouth it's too broad, too imprecise, but it doesn't matter because it's still enough. You can feel your climax slowly starting to build, a roiling, twisting, hungry thing that's already making your thighs start to quiver. There's no hurrying it along, there's only frantic little breaths and waiting for him to bring you there, a low keening sound trapped in your throat. That, and watching as he slowly falls apart. Because he does, control steadily eroding until he's tense and still and spewing profanities into your ear.

"You gotta fucking," his voice is rough and strained, chest heaving as he twitches inside of you," oh, you gotta stop that." You almost don't want to. He's beautiful like this, so tightly wound and on the verge of losing himself in you completely. With your own release looming just out of reach it's almost impossible to stop, but you do. It's like a tide retreating and if you could move, you'd be clinging to him right now, begging for it, but all you can do is breathe. "I'll take care of you, just let me," and then he's kissing you again, quick and sloppy and gorgeous, the words tickling your lips, "I will, just be still for me, just let me..." And then he's moving again, pushing himself deeper and fully bottoming out, forcing your legs apart until one of them limply slides off the couch, the plush rug tickling your foot as it dangles over the edge. It's not the most comfortable position to be in but he's not letting you fall and with the slight change in angle, there's more room now. He wastes no time taking advantage of it. It's still a tight fit as he slides a hand between your bodies, pressing down and rubbing exactly where you need him to the most. The pace is no longer something deep and slow, and you can tell he's trying to hold back, but you're not sure how long it's going to last. You know it won't be long for you though, between the way he fills you up so perfectly and rubbing slick little swipes in a merciless back-and-forth over your clit, your walls are already starting to flutter.

"Hold on for me, doll, I'm almost there, just a bit more..."The desperate edge to the words drags you even closer to your peak and his fingers are so insistent and so good that you can't, you can't. He looks almost pained as he chases it, driving into you at a pace that's nowhere near gentle or controlled anymore. "I want to be right fucking there with you," and that nearly does it, the way he chokes those words out, voice so breathless and lovely. You try to hold on, you do, but he's making it impossible. Then he's making a strangled noise and you're no longer going, you're gone, spasming around his cock until you're nearly pushing him out with the force of it. In the midst of the searing pleasure you're almost sorry but then he's making an absolutely filthy sound and you can feel it when he tips over the edge only seconds behind you, swelling and pulsing as he pushes himself against your grasping walls. After dragging it out for so long it's not quick, every drop of pleasure wrung from you until you're gasping and dizzy. Even as he's starting to come down, you're still convulsing around him until he's oversensitive and shuddering. But rather than pull away he leans into it. There's something almost cute about how the aftershocks of your release make him twitch and gasp and despite looking at least as spent as you feel, he still rolls his hips a few more times and rubs his softening cock against your weakly fluttering walls, making himself shiver with it.

When you finally go still he lets out a breathless little laugh.

"You done?" He smiles, resting his forehead against yours. You frown and blink slowly up at him because he doesn't do that, not really. The gesture is too intimate, too familiar, but there it is anyway. It makes you want to wrap your arms around him and for some reason, you can. It's jerky and clumsy but at least it's movement, so you'll take it. The smooth expanse of his back is almost warm as you run your hands over it, waiting for him to push you away.

"I..." your mouth feels as if it's coated in rust, dry and miserable, but at least it's working, sort of. Clearing your throat, you try again."Think so. Definitely." You're vaguely aware that there are tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. As you blink they fall and then your shoulders start tensing almost on their own.

"Hey," his voice is so hellishly soft again and he's pulling away, sitting back from you. It hurts, causing a few more tears to stubbornly fall. It's embarrassing and he shouldn't have to see that so you turn away, curling up on your side.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath. There's barely space for it but he squeezes in between you and the backrest of the couch anyway, plastering himself to your back. It's not exactly comfortable and you're not sure why he's doing it at all. As a small sob rattles your ribcage he wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your shoulder. "You okay?"

"I'm not sad, not really, it's fine." It's probably not very convincing and you wipe at your eyes with a little hiccup. "Fuck."

"You sure?" He rests his chin on your shoulder, tightening his grip just a fraction. That's not something you're used to either from him, but if he's offering you're not going to push him away.

"Just, that was...a lot." You shake your head, a wobbly little giggle bubbling in your throat. "What the fuck did you put in my drink?"

"Just water." He sounds so utterly pleased with himself when he says it, too. "Got you good, didn't I?"

"What...?" That doesn't sound right at all and you frown. "If you're lying to me right now-"

"You don't remember anything, do you?" His voice is almost giddy in your ear and before you can question what exactly you're supposed to remember, he snaps his fingers again, making you jump. It's hazy, coming back in fits and starts, and then-

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"Deep breaths, just relax for me." All you can see is his eyes, drawing you in. "Just listen, you're going to..." And you want to listen, it feels so good to listen, letting his voice wash over and through you until everything else falls away, until all that exists is himhimhim-

"You're doing so well, doll." Every word slips and skids across your brain like honey in a hot skillet until it feels like they're coating the inside of your mouth, sweet and sticky.

"In a moment you're going to wake up..." And you still can't look away, his voice is so soft, wrapping around you and filling you up until your head is swimming with it. "You're not going to remember this until later, okay? Nod for me if you understand."

You're swaying in your seat, neck like rubber and you nod, you want so badly to do as he says, anything, just as long as he keeps talking-

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"What the hell did you do?" Despite yourself, you tense up, heart tapping an uneven rhythm against your ribs.

"Nothing you didn't enjoy." He sounds almost unbearably flippant. One of these days, you're going to have and try to take him down a peg or two. "Mostly wanted to see if it'd even work."

"You better tell me, or I swear-" You don't really think he's done anything horrible, but you are curious enough that resorting to violence isn't entirely out of the question.

"Alright, keep your panties on. Or don't," he gives your shoulder a little nibble and you can feel him grin. "The general idea was that the more turned on you got, the less you'd be able to think or move." He shrugs, tightening his grip. "Also the drink thing, but that was just for fun."

"And there was nothing else?"

"Scouts honor." There's a pause, and then, "Would you have preferred it if I'd made you cluck like a chicken?"

"Anyone ever tell you that you're a bit of an asshole?" It comes out a bit sharper than intended, but it just runs off of him like water on a particularly smug duck.

"Oh yeah," he murmurs against the back of your neck, "there's this awfully pushy woman that keeps constantly reminding me."

"You really think I'm pushy?" You can't even bring yourself to be annoyed, not really. The fondness fizzing in your chest doesn't quite let you, not right now. "So this might be a silly question, but..." You bite your lip, running your fingers over his forearm," could we keep this one? It was a little interesting..."

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