#but also hes definitely advised against doing that

[quantum1mmortality]

General sfw/nsfw hcs for Jacob and Edward<3

Never hold me to a promise when it comes to making fics ever again

Also HIIIIII TWILIGHT FANDOM (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

Cw/tw; human!reader, miscellaneous and not sorted hcs, afab!reader for both nsfws, no use of y/n, no dialogue, f! Receiving oral, mentions of cumming inside, finger sucking, mentions of quickies, nipple play(???)

Not proofread

Edward

Sfw

Protective. Not overbearing by any means, but he advises against certain actions if he thinks it'll keep you safer.

Before you guys got together, he'd use his mind reading to figure out what you like and dislike to make it easier to woo you.

Finds flowers in random places and gives them to you. Whether it be in a field or pulling over on the side of the road, he'll pick flowers just to gift to you.

Speaking of gifts, he gives you a lot of trinkets. Anything that catches his attention and makes him think of you, he brings straight to you. He's like a crow.

Knows how to cook. If you work, he has meals prepared for you when you get home. If you don't work, he'll have you help him in the kitchen.

Physical touch and gift giving are his love languages, the latter we spoke about previously, the former being much more complicated.

Complicated because of how cold he is. He usually tries to keep his touches to a minimum, but something about the heat you give off entices him. Everything about you entices him.

Nsfw

Service dom. 100% a service dom.

He's much more into eating you out than penetration. Mainly because he's so scared of hurting you(i KNOW y'all saw how he broke the bed on his and Bella's honeymoon, he's TERRIFIED of losing control).

He would definitely make you wait a few months before actually sleeping together. He'd want it to be the perfect time and setting, possibly even scheduling the entire thing cause he's weird like that.

Edward is definitely a romantic. If he were to schedule your first time together, he'd make a home cooked dinner with your favorite meals, then take you to the bedroom for dessert.

His horribly cold hands make red, burning marks on your thighs, mainly from how hard he's gripping them in an attempt to keep them open, though.

When it did come to actual penetration.. he came. VERY quickly. He explained it was because of being pent up for so long, he couldn't help it, you were too irresistible!

Of course you both went for a few more rounds, stopping when your fragile human body physically couldn't take anymore, but he made up for his lack of performance at first.

After that, he'd run a warm bath, submerge you both in it, and clean you up, being careful around your now excruciatingly sensitive lower half.

His tongue is also ice cold, do with that information what you will.

Jacob

Sfw

Overprotective. Won't let you leave the house without him. Says it's because he, "can't trust a pretty girl to be around desperate men." It's more about them than it is you.

Can't cook for shit but he can bake some good blueberry muffins.

He usually brings fruit platters whenever he sees you, makes sure you don't eat beforehand so that he can feed you.

Also giving you gifts every chance he gets, but his a much more heartfelt. He'd give you custom made jewelry with your favorite crystals, gorgeous paintings of landscapes he'd commission, etc.

He gets a bit upset when you don't wear the jewelry he gifts you; especially necklaces. They're his favorite and seeing you without them breaks his heart a bit.

I know it's canon already but he's an absolute fucking FURNACE. You're never cold when you're near him, he heats up any room he's even slightly near.

Very into pda. Like, VERY into it. His hands are constantly touching yours, his arm is constantly around your waist or shoulders, he's never not touching you in some way, especially around other people. Mostly to 'mark his territory'.

If he saw another man staring at you for a bit too long(which to him is any longer than a simple glance), Jacob would definitely either lean in to kiss you or touch your ass. He doesn't care who else is around, he just wants to one up everyone and show off what's his.

Nsfw

A switch, mostly a top though; but he LIVES to see you ride him.

Jacob has a scarily high sex drive, so as long as you're down with it, sex is an everyday thing.

Can't sleep at night if you're not cockwarming him. It doesn't matter if he's overstimulated beyond belief, he wants to be inside you at all times.

Speaking of which, overstimulation!!!

Jacob gets overstimulated VERY easy. Whether it be cumming one too many times in your tight pussy, or cumming in that sweet mouth of yours, sometimes it's just too much for him, and he can't help it!

He loves your tits. Whether they're small or big, saggy or perky, he loves them. Grabbing, pinching, tugging, licking, sucking, he's doing all of it.

If you're riding him and randomly start grabbing at your nipples, playing with them in front of him, he cums, right then and there. Hard, too.

Wouldn't be opposed to quickies. If he's getting a bit more hot and bothered than usual when you guys are out, there's a good possibility he'll take you somewhere secluded and fuck your brains out. Then just walk back into the crowd with you like nothing happened.

Very into finger sucking. No further comments on that one.

Much sloppier than Edward. Jacob is romantic of course, candles and flower petals on the bed when he thinks it's a good time to be extra, but Jacob is a lot more primal with it. His love is more animalistic, he needs and he learns more than Edward ever could.

A/N; does Jacob have a knot? 🤔

[charmac]

I hate to defend Rob but seeing Sunny teens on Twitter try to speculate he isn't "speaking up" about voting because he's hiding being a secret Trump supporter is so insanely ridiculous when campaign contributions in the United States is public information:

(Yeah. That's a $100,000.00 donation to a grassroots victory fund, on top of a ton of donations to swing states.)

It's almost like making public political statements on social media is heavily advised against when you're a showrunner/employer to hundreds of people.

[deadpresidents]

"What emerged in two interviews with Trump, and conversations with more than a dozen of his closest advisers and confidants, were the outlines of an imperial presidency that would reshape America and its role in the world. To carry out a deportation operation designed to remove more than 11 millions people from the country, Trump told me, he would be willing to build migrant detention camps and deploy the U.S. military, both at the border and inland. He would let red states monitor women's pregnancies and prosecute those who violate abortion bans. He would, at his personal discretion, withhold funds appropriated by Congress, according to top advisers. He would be willing to fire a U.S. Attorney who doesn't carry out his order to prosecute someone, breaking with a tradition of independent law enforcement that dates from America's founding. He is weighing pardons for every one of his supporters accused of attacking the U.S. Capitol on Jan. 6, 2021, more than 800 of whom have pleaded guilty or been convicted by a jury. He might not come to the aid of an attacked ally in Europe or Asia if he felt that country wasn't paying enough for its own defense. He would gut the U.S. civil service, deploy the National Guard to American cities as he sees fit, close the White House pandemic-preparedness office, and staff his Administration with acolytes who back his false assertion that the 2020 election was stolen."

-- "How Far Would He Go", TIME Magazine's interviews with Donald Trump, April 30, 2024.

I know we're saturated in coverage of Trump and it's easy (and probably better for our mental health) to usually ignore most of the articles when we see them, especially since he's so full of shit and infuriating. But it's also important to recognize that he is going to be the Republican nominee for President and he could absolutely be elected in November, and if you thought his first term was scary and dangerous, you need to understand that in a second term he's going to have people around him that are better prepared and VERY willing to do the crazy shit that he wants to do to this country. They aren't even hiding the fact that they are seeking vengeance against political opponents whom they feel have wronged them, and are ready to fundamentally dismantle the democratic foundations that are barely holding this country together after nearly 250 years.

Just look at what Trump says about the people who he incited to attack the United States Capitol in an attempt to overturn the results of the 2020 election and halt the peaceful transfer of power that has happened every four years since 1789:

"Trump has sought to recast an insurrectionist riot as an act of patriotism. 'I call them the J-6 patriots,' he say. When I ask whether he would consider pardoning every one of them, he says, 'Yes, absolutely.' As Trump faces dozens of felony charges, including for election interference, conspiracy to defraud the United States, willful retention of national-security secrets, and falsifying business records to conceal hush-money payments, he has tried to turn legal peril into a badge of honor."

Oh, and please note that Trump -- a former President of the United States and possible future President of the United States -- said on the record in these interviews with TIME: "There is a definite antiwhite feeling in the country and that can't be allowed either." We are at a point where political leaders are outright saying that in this country again, and it's because of Donald Trump.

So, take the time to recognize that Trump is straight-up telling us the country we're going to be living in if he wins again in November. And understand that your vote matters -- and WHO you vote for matters -- because, as I've been saying for years now, ELECTIONS HAVE FUCKING CONSEQUENCES.

[p1astr81]

hii could you do Oscar × Reader size kink fic? Random hookup or enemies to lovers or anything really! thanxx

smut!! You’re responsible for the content you consume!! size kink, praise kink, pain kink, begging, no mention of protection (wrap ur willy’s), this is just… the filthiest thing I’ve ever written.

Oscar needed to get his head straight and he couldn’t do that when he was frustrated.

Sexually frustrated, that is.

Which is how he found himself at a club at the beginning of the night. He expected to go home with a random girl. He definitely didn’t expect his on-track rival to be the one under him to end the night.

He made you cum on his fingers first in preparation for the real thing. He wasn’t a monster.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, impatient and incoherently begging for him to fuck you.

“What happened to those glares you love to give me?” He teased, fiddling with the button of his pants.

Like it was a cue, you glared at him. “Fuck you, Piastri.” You bit, but you couldn’t held the was your hips bucked against his hand when his fingers ghosted your clit.

Oscar smirked, uncharacteristically smug. “You know, I’ve heard you say that quite a bit. Guess you’re finally getting what you want.” He continued to tease, loving how it riled you up.

His pants dropped to the floor along with his boxers, earning a soft gasp from you. “Jesus fucking Christ.” You breathed, eyes on his dick. Thick, but also longer than any you’d ever seen. “That’s not gonna fit.” You laughed, breathless and nervous.

And it was then that he truly realized the size difference. You were shorter than him, by a noticeable amount. He towered over you when you stood next to each other. Heat flowed to his dick at the thought.

“You flatter me.”

“I’m serious.”

He crawled up the bed to meet you face to face. “I’ll go slow.” He promised, planting a kiss to your forehead—far too domestic for two people who claimed to hate each other.

You nodded, closing your eyes. You felt his tip nudge against your clit and you let out a small whimper.

“You ready, baby?” The pet name wasn’t intentional—just a slip of the tongue—but neither of you dwelled on it, too drunk on the promise of a good fuck.

You nodded. Not enough for him. “With your words.” He said, soft but authoritative.

“Yes! Stop fucking teasing, Piastri!” You mewled, bucking your hips.

He chuckled, a low, gruff sound that was too appeasing to your ears for your liking.

Oscar eased in slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to the size of him. “There ya go. I knew you could do it.” He praised once he was fully seated inside of you, teeth grazing your ear. He felt you squeeze around him at the praise. Duly noted. “Whenever you’re ready.” He advised.

Your breathing had already picked up, quick breaths as the pain of him turned into pleasure. Nails found his broad shoulders, just ghosting over the skin. “Okay, okay. I’m good.” You nodded, eyes still closed.

He started his thrusts at a slow pace, still unsure how ready you were. Especially when your head was already thrown back and your jaw hanging open with shallow moans already escaping. Your nails finally dug in, earning a sharp inhale. But it didn’t pain Oscar, actually, it felt too good. “Fuck me properly.” You told him.

“You gonna ask nicely?”

Any idea of continuing with the banter ended when he slowed his thrusts almost to a stop. You whined. “Please! Please just fuck me!”

He grinned, picking up the pace of his thrusts, his hips near slamming into yours. Obscene repeats of ah! ah! ah! echoed around the walls, tangling with low groans from Oscar when he felt your nails dig lines down his back, and the wet squelching and slapping. It was straight from a porno.

Oscar looked down, trying to catch a glimpse of where your bodies meet. Big fucking mistake.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, seeing his dick poke through your lower stomach with every thrust. The sight was too much, getting him too close too quick.

“Look at you, look at how well you take me.” He groaned, directing your eyes to witness what he was. “So fuckin’ perfect for me.”

The sight and his words drew a high pitched moan out of you, your stomach tightening. “I can feel you’re getting close, squeezing me.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Another high pitched moan rang off the walls. “Oscar! Please! ‘M gonna cum!” Your nails dug in father. He was sure you drew blood, but he didn’t care. It felt too good.

“Go on, I’ve got you.”

That’s all you needed to let go, gushing your release all over his cock. You squeezed him tight. It’s all he needed to cum with you, moaning your name, telling you how pretty you look all fucked out.

After he cleaned you up, he came to lay beside you. You were only half awake by then.

“No wonder you’ve never gotten disqualified for being underweight.” You mumble, instinctively cuddling into him.

He let you, wrapping his arms around you, laughing at your joke. “I don’t think we can say we hate each other after that.”

“Hm. Maybe you can’t, but I can.”

He smiled. “Fine. But only if we can do this again.”

You looked up at him, lazy smile and eyes only half open. “That good, huh?”

“Best I’ve ever had.” He shrugged. “Even if you did make me bleed.”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

Oscar carefully pulled away from you, turning his back to you. You gasped. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You reached out, pads of your fingers brushing over the wounds—no longer bleeding.

He shrugged, lying back down, tangling with you once more. “It’s okay.” He hesitated. “It felt kind of good.” He admitted.

You chuckled, resting your head over his beating heart. “Guess I’ll remember that for the next time.” You grinned.

[cybrasigilism]

Getting In Good W/ The Thanos Team (NSFW HEADCANONS)

warning: smut and all things of the like | NOT PROOFREAD | lowercase intended | reader has female genitalia | dryhumping / outercourse | these are my interpretations of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions on the characters differ from yours

characters: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230), nam-gyu (player 124), se-mi (player 380), park min-su (player 125), gyeong-su (player 256)

A/N: didn’t want to name this “dryhumping the thanos team” but tbf thats basically what this is oops 🫢 gotta love a headcanon post every now and then.

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

thanos / choi su-bong (player 230)

⟢ your make-out sessions usually end with you guys dry humping. sorry 🫢

⟢ he’s not the type to sit there motionless while you do all the work, no. he’ll sink right into it, rolling his hips up into your own as you search for that friction— that pleasure

⟢ definitely down for some dirty talk, but who’s surprised by that.

“y’ feel that? how hard you make me?”

“fuck, ya’ haven’t even taken your clothes off and ‘t still feels like we’re fucking..”

⟢ matter of fact, you guys don’t even necessarily need to be making out for thanos to want to dry hump. if you ever take a seat on his lap, just know there’s always a chance he could feel the need to start grinding up into you— however subtle it may be

⟢ if you’re wearing jeans, he’ll hook his fingers between the belt loops and pull you into it

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nam-gyu (player 124)

⟢ oh, he is mean about outercourse— but let’s be real, when is nam-gyu ever nice

⟢ loves to watch you squirm beneath him as he rubs your pussy through your panties

⟢ he’s still on top when you guys dry hump, usually likes to have one or both of your legs over his shoulders while you guys grind together

⟢ the most you will ever hear him moan is during dry humping. its something about having all of you, right there, yet restricted by layers of fabric that drives him crazy. the first time you guys did this, you were surprised that those sounds were coming out of his mouth

“ooh fuck yeah, been needing this bad”

“ah shit, i can still feel how fucking wet you are through your clothes— what a pitiful little slut”

“oh fuck, yeah… just keep looking at me like that, fuck—“

⟢ if he’s feeling lazy, he’ll make you sit on his lap while he lays back and enjoys the show. at most he’ll rest his hand on your waist, but don’t expect much affection in these moments

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se-mi (player 380)

⟢ it’s interchangeable who’s in charge for outercourse, but if it’s se-mi’s turn— you guys won’t even need to strip for you to cum

⟢ loves the view of looking down at the pathetic little expressions you make while she’s on top of you, she also loves feeling you shiver whenever she touches your bare skin— still despite what you two are doing

⟢ even with how urgent dry humping feels, se-mi always tries to be romantic with it— as she is with any sexual act you guys partake in. this comes out in the endless streams of praise she showers you in

“just couldn’t wait— i had to have you like this..”

“you still make me feel so good, even when this is all we have time for”

“ugh, i can’t wait to fuck you proper later….”

⟢ will kiss over every inch of your exposed skin as you guys dry hump. what can she say? she gets very affectionate when she’s horny :)

⟢ if she’s feeling it, she might tease you by making it seem like she’ll move her hands between the fabric separating her from your pussy— she doesn’t usually follow through with this though

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gyeong-su (player 256)

⟢ he’s so desperate when it comes to dry humping, it’s actually kind of adorable

⟢ you usually initiate the whole thing by “innocently” rubbing your ass up against him when you guys are spooning, and if you consider stopping after you’ve started, he’ll insist by grabbing your hips and rolling his own into you himself

⟢ gyeong-su makes the cutest little whimpers as he buries his face in the crook of your neck as your grinding grows sloppier, the desperation really shining through in his voice

“oh fuck, my god you feel so good.. so good…”

“i just wanna fuck you s’bad… please lemme fuck you…”

“oh god, your ass is so perfect.. feels so perfect on me—“

⟢ as he has his face buried into your neck, gyeong-su will kiss and bite you all over in an attempt to distract himself from the pleasure you’re making him feel— an attempt that falls short, seeing as the sensation of him marking your neck up only eggs you on further

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park min-su (player 125)

⟢ surprise surprise, min-su is vocal when you guys dry hump

⟢ he’s so overwhelmed by the sensation of you grinding down onto his lap that all he can bring himself to do is plant his hands on your thighs and try his darnedest to hold out as long as possible— however, if you maintain a steady pace, he usually cums pretty fast from dry humping (no shame in that)

⟢ loves when you purposely drag him out, bringing him to what he thinks will be the edge, only for you to slow down and change things up. of course, he never wants these moments to end

⟢ his moans get so desperate, so slutty— it almost sounds like he’s on the verge of tears when you ride him through your clothes

“ah fuck, fuck! oh shit, can’t keep doing this— feels s’ good, ‘m so c—lose…”

“yeah, yeah… please keep riding me j’st like that— oh, fuck me…”

⟢ much like gyeong-su, min-su likes to have you as close as possible while you fuck him through his clothes. if he’s feeling desperate enough, he’ll slip his hands under your shirt just to feel your skin on his, to some degree

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thank you so much for reading divas! the squid game fandom may be slowly “dying”, but the people will have to pry this show from my cold dead hands

aa always, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested. have an amazing day/night lovelies 💋

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[cuteandhughesy]

No Sex In The Elevator | Matt Rempe (part 1)

summary: tension between you and attractive stranger grows as you end up trapped together in an elevator

[word count] 7.6k

warnings: NSFW! confined spaces | suggestive dialogue + themes | kissing | smut | brief hand job | fingering | unprotected p in v intercourse | viewer discretion is advised

a/n: loosely based off this request! @remperoni-melt and I got the same request, so to save you guys from reading really similar works, I switched the vibe of mine up a little bit 🤍 make sure you go check theirs out and give some love ! they are very talented and I definitely recommend their work! hope you enjoy my take on this request 😏

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you try your phone again, blinking roughly to clear your eyesight—still teetering on tipsy. the dead battery flashes back at you, illuminating your flushed skin in the dim elevator.

you sigh, shoving the small device back into your purse. as you'd been leaving your friends apartment—much later than you intended to by the way—you'd been practically falling asleep, the collection of sangria you'd been sipping on all night slowly catching up to you.

you knew heading over to your best friends place on a weeknight wasn't the best idea—especially when she enticed you over with dinner and a wine night. you worked the next day, and being hungover while trying to deal with customers at the bank was never a combination you wanted to endure, but against your better judgment, you were calling a taxi right outside after your shift, giving the driver directions to her place.

so now here you are, nearing 10 at night with a 6 a.m. shift on the horizon, pouting about your dead phone while being tipsy and alone in a fancy elevator—a fancy elevator for a building that only your new york lawyer best friend can afford.

you watch the numbers on the digital screen slowly tick down, bring you closer towards the apartment lobby. you sigh gently, running a hand through your blown out hair. your strands get caught around some of your rings, catching and pulling uncomfortably.

"fucks sake." you hiss, awkwardly trying to untangle your hair from around the metal jewelry.

the elevator comes to a gentle stop, and before you can even react, the shiny polished doors slide open. quickly, your eyes flicker towards the screen—have you reached the lobby already?

no, you've barley made it half way down, the shiny 27th floor staring back at you. you swallow gently—still very much caught in your own hair—eyes flickering towards the open elevator doors.

there's a guy there—a extremely tall, muscular, cute guy at that. he looks younger, maybe a few years younger than you, with a soft complexion and brown hair tucked underneath a baseball cap. he's dressed relatively comfortable in a branded gray hoodie, paired with light wash jeans and sneakers.

he sends you a quick nod in greeting, stepping into the roomy elevator. out of the corner of your eye, you watch him step towards the button panel underneath the digital screen, but after a moment, he steps back—he must also be heading to the lobby.

you swallow gently, your face heating up like it always tends to do in the presence of an attractive man—it doesn't help that your still caught in your own hair.

the doors slide closed, a gentle click echoing in the quiet space. despite the embarrassment crawling up your chest, your resume in trying to unwrap your hair, tiny breathless curses falling from your wine stained lips.

"you good over there?"

the question has you freezing, gaze flickering back towards the giant on your right. you're sure you look insane, and you're once styled hair has turned into a tangled wreck.

you blink. "i'm stuck."

"I can see that." he chuckles. "do you want help?"

"maybe"

he laughs again, a deep rumble that sends tingles down to your toes. he takes the few steps towards you, and you feel his fingers over top of yours, beginning to un wind your hair.

you let him take over, dropping your hand with a shaky sigh. you're only able to look into the soft material covering the strangers torso, trying your best to stay still has he manoeuvres your fingers.

"so," he starts, tone full of amusement—but yet concentration. "how'd this happen?"

you exhale deeply, letting your eyes flicker upwards towards his face—you're met with the underside of his soft jaw, littered in growing stubble. "I honestly don't even know."

"twirling your hair or something?" he pulls back just enough to look into your glossy coated eyes, a teasing grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

somehow his clear comfortably has you breaking out of your timid shell, and you scoff a gentle laughter. "is that what you think girls do?"

the stranger laughs. "maybe drunk ones. are you drunk?"

"are you?"

"I wish." he chuckles. he tugs on a particularly tight strand of hair woven through your ring, and you hiss gently, jerking your head back—which only pulls at your scalp worse. "fuck, m'sorry..."

the man trails off expectantly, waiting for you to fill in the blank.

you sigh gently, "y/n."

"matt." he hums. "i've almost got it. don't move."

you sigh, definitely a little impatiently, but you don't find yourself caring—your arm is completely numb and tired, and your fingers feel swollen and you're ready to crash in bed.

finally you feel the hair detangle, falling back against your head it what no doubt will be a matted mess. you breathe an exaggerated sigh, shaking out your tingling limb. "thanks."

matt steps back, allowing you to once again look at him properly. "welcome."

there's a loud shriek that breaks through the elevator, similar to metal grinding on metal. you look around quickly, brows pulled in confusion.

matt's face mimics yours, and he glances at the digital screen quickly—the 16th floor indicator displayed begins to glitch.

"what the hell?" you question.

the elevator shifts wildly, the noise increasing like it was coming to a screeching halt. it's almost deafening, and it's definitely concerning. you grab onto the handlebars lining the metal box, clutching until your knuckles feel tight.

the dim lightning in the elevator flickers wildly for a moment before shutting completely off. there's a second of darkness before the red emergency light turns on, casting the inside of the elevator in a rose coloured glow.

you’re frozen, looking around the space anxiously. you watch though hooded eyes as matt quickly walks towards the panel, frantically pressing the call button. it's no use though, and the only sound that comes out of the tiny speaker is a loud buzzing noise—echoing in your ears.

"fuck." he curses, trying again.

you clear your throat. "is anyone there?"

matt shoots a quick, irritated glance over his shoulder in your direction, pausing his hard attack on the call button. "does it sound like anybodies there?"

"okay, well I don't know! you live here, you should know what this all means?" you say quickly—a mixture of stress and fear running through you.

"what makes you think I live here?" he questions. it seems for now he's giving up on pushing the useless button, turning back towards you with a frustrated pull to his eyebrows.

you laugh in disbelief, raising you arm before letting it fall back against your side in defeat. "great—so we both don't live here."

matt runs a hand over his face, another curse passing through his lips.

you drop the the floor, much less than graceful, shuffling back until your leaning against the cold metal wall. you cross your leg over the other, your pencil skirt tightening over your thighs. "what do we do?"

matt looks down at you, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "we will have to wait."

you groan, "and what if they don't know we're stuck in here? I can't be here long—I work in the morning."

"you think I want to be in here?" a breathes in disbelief, eyeing you roughly. he watches your face fall, blinking heavily before turning your face away. matt sighs, guilt lacing his face. "look," he starts gently, "this is a nice place—i'm sure it won't be long before they realize something is wrong."

you sniffle, eyes flickering back towards matt. "don't have to be so mean about it."

he laughs. "you're so drunk."

you shoot him a deadpanned, anger fuelled look—does he think you don't know that?

matt's hands shoot up in defensive, a gentle chuckle passing through his lips. you watch from the corner of your eye as matt moves towards you before inevitably sliding down the wall, taking a seat next to you.

his legs stretch out, extremely long but somehow not gangly—if anything, they're extremely well defined, and you can see that even through his jeans. as his leg grazes yours, you all but blush, subconsciously clenching your thighs together—screw your drunk brain for always being horny.

to distract your thoughts and all the butterfly feelings going on in your underwear, you clear your throat, glancing towards matt. "I may be a little tipsy."

"knew it." he chimes. "could smell the wine."

"oh god." you huff, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand—comically wide eyes still in matt's direction. "is it bad?"

he laughs gently at the sound of your frantic, muffled question. matt's eyes twinkle through the red casted light, shaking his head gently. "no, it's fine. you smell nice."

you bring your hand away from your mouth slowly, eyes squinting pointedly as you take in his words. "are you always this...friendly with strangers you meet in elevators?"

"only the ones who get their hair caught in their rings."

at the mention of that whole fiasco only a few minutes ago, your hand instinctively reaches up, brushing over the now frizzy side of your hair. "don't remind me."

he gently pushes your hands away from your hair, a boyish grin on his face. "alright leave it alone before you get stuck again."

"hey!" you laugh, "as long as you're here, i'm free to get as stuck as I want."

matt's brows raise suggestively. "that sounds like the start of a really bad porno."

you feel your skin flush, and you're clenching your legs together again. you practically squeak like a mouse, eyes glazed over with amusement (and a little lust but you hope he doesn't catch that). "are you even old enough to watch porn?"

one of his brows raise humorously, looking back at you like you've grown three heads. "how old do you think I am?"

you stutter, embarrassed. "I don't know! like 20?"

the side of his mouth shoots up in a grin. "22."

you hum thoughtfully. "you're young."

"are you like secretly 65 or something?" matt questions lightly. "how old are you?"

"you're never supposed to ask a girl her age, matt." you're not that much older than matt, but you're finding a lot of amusement in this teasing, cat and mouse game you're currently in with the handsome stranger.

he grins, head rolling away from you and towards the closed elevator doors. there's a few moments that pass, nothing but the silent hum of the broken down elevator between you.

matt shuffles, his jeans crinkling. "I spy..."

you look at him questionably. "huh?"

"we're playing I spy."

"oh," your brows raise, amused. "are we?"

he nods, continuing. "I spy with my little eye something that is red."

"everything is red."

that game only last about two more minutes, because like you've already told matt—everything is casted in the red light glow.

so matt quickly suggests other games to pass the time, and you're quickly finding yourself in a game of 21 questions—like you're damn teenagers.

honestly for somebody as attractive as matt, he seems to actually be a decent human being. which from your college experience of partying and messing around with frat boys who look like him...isn't common.

you watch him hum thoughtfully, going over questions in his head before he just spews one out. he's switched spots now, sitting across from you against the closed doors. you'd warned him when he first leaned against it—what if they opened and he fell?

but he didn't seem bothered, telling you the worst that would happen is falling backwards into a random apartment hallway.

"okay," he starts, "what's the worst date you've ever been on?"

the answer comes easily, and you cross your arms over your white linen button up—your gray blazer not long abandoned. "when I was in college, this guys from my psych class asked me out, and I said yes. he was on the football team and he was cute enough...so what could go wrong."

"a football dude? yikes." matt hisses, shaking his head in displeasure.

"anyways, he picked me up in his buddies car and the date was a suprise—so I had no idea where we were going, so understandably I was nervous." you take a small breath, already shuttering at the memory. "the night before he asked me what my favourite food was, and I said sushi. so I should've known he was going to bring me to a seafood place." your expression shifts, "but he'd never had seafood before."

matt groans, already sensing something wrong with the expression on your face. "oh god, I already hate where this is going."

"turns out," you laugh in disbelief, "he's allergic."

"no."

"yes." you groan. "and the very first second we walked out of that restaurant, he threw up the entire contents of his consumed seafood boil all over me."

"holy shit," matthew laughs, "that's a way better answer than what I expected! what did you do?"

"I broke down and cried." you admitted embarrassingly, head dropping into your manicured hands. "I didn't even know what else to do!"

"i'm assuming no second date? or are you still with football dude?" matt's tone is almost hopefully, eyeing you with an underlying curiosity.

you don't catch it, and you only shake your head—mind still reeling about the awful sushi date from a few years ago. "definitely no second date and no boyfriend period."

"huh," matt hums. you watch something flicker across his face this time, but before you can question it, the expression changes. "alright, your turn. ask me something good—ask me something dirty."

"oh my god." you groan, a gentle roll of your eyes following. your reaction is one matt was hoping for, and his face lights up in amusement, a small flurry of laughter passing his lips.

you pause in thought, trying to come up with a decently good question. if you were stuck in an elevator with this guy, you at least want it to be entertaining. still lingering with the affects of the sangria in your bloodstream, a smirk grows on your face. if he wanted dirty, you'd give him the opportunity to act on that.

"what's your secret sexual fantasy?"

matt looks surprised, like he wasn't expecting that sort of level of question from you.

you're almost embarrassed by the bluntness of your words, and you feel warmth creeping up your chest and warming your ears. but you're not backing down now, eyeing matt expectantly from the other side of the elevator.

he takes his ball cap off, running his hand through his floppy hair before securing the hockey branded hat back on his head. "well when I was in high school-"

"-so yesterday?" you interrupt cheekily.

matt laughs once. "when I was in high school," he repeats lightly, "I used to have this fantasy about fucking a teacher."

"oh my god," you sigh knowingly. "ever guy I knew and their dad had the exact same fantasy—what is it about a teacher that makes you want to fuck her?"

he brings his knees up, resting his forearms on his bent legs, the man spreading position doing unspeakable things to your head. matt sighs lightly, "something about their demeanour, I suppose. the almost teasing personality combined with the hair and the tight skirts and button up shirts...gets me every time."

you gulp nervously. matt's just described the business attire cloaking your body to a tea—when he walked into this elevator and saw you did he immediately think about his past fantasies?

without nothing what to say to that response, you clear your throat gently. "your turn."

you think an hour has passed since the elevator came to a malfunctioning stop, and both you and matt have tried to call button three separate times since then—still nothing but that damn high-pitched buzzing. at this point you're considering prying open the elevator doors yourself.

you're hot, tired and somehow turned on? you really need to get out of here.

it doesn't help that matt has become extremely flirtatious, sending you teasing smiles and asking your dirty questions for the rest of your 21 questions game. plus, he's ditched his hoodie and his hat, leaving him in a tight fitting black shirt—he's so fit you're practically drooling.

you've switched your seating position since then, and you're now lying flat on your back, feet up against the wall of the elevator. the worn out carpet is pressing against your back through your shirt uncomfortably, and your pencil skirt has slipped dangerously low on your hips—but you don't even care, especially with the predicament you're currently in.

"I need to pee." you mumble, eyes closing as you concentrate on controlling your small bladder.

matt's back is pressed to the same wall beside your propped up legs, his bicep grazing your knee as he turns slightly to look at you. "are you joking?"

"i'm really not."

he sighs. "okay, well you're going to have to hold it."

your eyes shoot open, looking towards matt like a crazy person. "hold it?" you question wildly. "you're asking the girl who's been downing sangria all night to hold her pee?"

"well there's no bathroom in here." matt states the obvious, looking back at you just as crazily. "want me to cup my hands so you can pee in them?"

your gaze turned pointed. "are you being serious?"

"absolutely not." he laughs loudly, looking at you with amusement.

another hour passes, and that's low-balling—it feels like you've been in here for a whole night. when you asked matt to call someone—someone to come and help—he'd told you his phones been dead for hours, and your small sliver of hope dissipated.

at this point you're feeling irritated—because in a building this expensive and fancy, they seriously haven't figure out the logistics of their broken down elevator.

you've gotten tired of sitting, and decided you're going to stand. you're slumped against the wall, the handle bar digging into your ass uncomfortably. you ditched your kitten heels so long ago that the thought of having to eventually (hopefully) put them back on is literally taxing.

you're just glad you'd spontaneously painted your toenails yesterday after work—because the last thing you needed in the presence of an attractive man was chipped toe polish.

"truth or dare?" you question gently, looking down at matt with a bored expression. the entire evening it's been matt coming up with ridiculous games in order to pass the time, but this time it's you.

his head lulls back against the wall, brows raised. matt's still on the floor, his tree trunk sized legs stretched out—so long he's almost touching your feet. "i'm kind of curious what dare you'll come up with." he admits smugly, looking at you with a boyish smile.

"I dare you...." you trail off, desperately racking your mind for a subtle dare. you honestly hadn't thought that far ahead, and this style of game was very limited in an elevator—a spacious, lush elevator, but still. an idea pops into your head, and although it's not the most creative, it works. "I dare you to try and beat me in a staring contest."

matt laughs. "oh, you're so on." he shifts his body, pushing up with his palms so he's more ridged—displaying a perfect posture. his tongue slowly passes through his lips, licking onto his bottom lip to moisten the already plump surface.

you watch in what can only look like awe, standing across the elevator like a fool. you really need to get yourself under control.

his brows shoot up in question, eyeing you up and down. "are you going to come over here and play? or just stand there and check me out?"

you scoff lightly, blushing at the embarrassment of getting called out. "don't be so egotistical—it's not attractive." despite your words, you make your way towards him, bare feet padding against the carpeted floor until your toes brush against the material of his jeans.

you drop down beside his spread thighs, your knees digging into the hard floor. your skirt pulls at the tension across your legs, and your stomach unattractively spills over the band of your skirt— immediately you regret your choice of position.

matt watches the entire thing, eyes hazy with a subtle smirk beginning to ghost across his lips. "so i'm attractive to begin with?"

your eyes flicker towards his and away from your skintight skirt. the way he's looking at you—drinking you in—has you feeling hot and bothered. what have you gotten yourself into here? you bite your lip gently, yet nervously, a gentle breath of laughter sneaking out. "i'm trying to have a staring contest here, matt. if you want to talk about looks, i'll just assume you're forfeiting."

"I don't forfeit." he mutters smugly, further turning his torso so he's facing your direction—well, as well as he can manage while sitting down.

"ah," you chime, "a competitor."

"a winner." matt corrects gently, "I always get what I want."

there's an underlying meaning with his words, one that has your belly spinning and toes curling. you gulp roughly, doing your best to keep holding onto the strong eye contact—the damn staring content hasn't even started yet and you're already faltering.

"we'll see about that." you don't mean to whisper, but you do, and that has matt's teasing grin widening. you clear your throat, blinking a few times. "alright, ready?"

"always." he nods. you don't see the way he watches your sporadic blinking with a soft expression, eyes littered with amusement and admiration as you ‘prepare’. "you gunna count us in?" matt asks.

"sure." you hum. your eyes flutter closed as you begin counting down from 3. your words are slow—deliberate—pacing yourself and taking the short amount of time to try and collect your erratic heart and scattered thoughts.

as you hit one, your eyes snap open, meeting the chocolate ones of matt. the silence is almost deafening, bouncing off the red tinted metal interior of the elevator around your still bodies.

you can practically see matt's smirk through his eyes—the way they slightly crinkle at the side giving him away. you squint pointedly, "what?"

"you're just really focused." he mutters quietly.

"I want to win." you admit, just as hushed.

"that's cute." he licks his lip. "but you won't."

you scoff out a laugh, your eyes beginning to burn around the edges, drying out. "cocky?"

"confident."

you snicker. "I think you're all talk." you're playing with fire here, you're well aware of that—but you need him to crack. your eyes are becoming drier by the second, and you won't be able to hold your blinks back for much longer. "i think you're secretly dying right now."

"nah," his tone is teasing. "but I can see the tears in your eyes, y/n. I know you want to blink."

"don't be fooled," you chime. in a moment of boldness, you shift forward, drawing your face closer to matt's—without blinking or breaking contact. "they’re tears of victory."

"tears of victory already?" matt questions playfully. he's not backing down, and from the suggestive tone lacing his words, you should've suspected the sensual turn of his next words. "but I haven't even touched you yet."

you blink in shock, flushing all over as matt cheers.

"damn it." you curse, wiping the tears pooling under your damp lashes. "that's not fair. you used words to trick me into blinking." you pull back, eyeing matt with humoured disbelief.

"It's so fair! you chose to get all flustered by that, all I did was say it." he reminds you cheekily, looking anything but innocent. matt bites down onto his bottom lip seductively, eyes lingering over your tight skirt and shirt like an animal. his gaze flickers back towards your face, and his playful expression increases.

you don't say anything—mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as you digest his words and deal with his hungry stare.

"so am I getting a chance to ask you now? or are you too flustered to continue?"

you really wish you didn't wear your emotions so easily on your face—because it makes things like this even more difficult to hide—and clearly matt has picked up on that.

you splutter momentary, a jumbled string of words leaving your lips in a stutter. eventually you collect yourself, muttering with a pointed expression. "just...go."

matt's smirk is almost infuriating, and the way he tongues his cheek to try and contain it, even more so. he ponders for only a moment, lips pursing in thought. a beat passes, "what's the sexiest thing a guy can say or do that always works on you?" matt questions. "like what's your biggest turn on—sexual or not."

your brow quirks up in amusement. "you know with all these sex related questions i'm beginning to think you're younger than you told me."

he laughs. "don't pretend like you're not enjoying this. I can tell by your eyes."

"oh, so you know my eyes do you?"

"I know more than you think." he tells you firmly—his eyes daring as if he's tempting you to challenge him. "answer the question, y/n. god, we don't have all night." matt teases you in a playful manner, knee shifting to the side and bumping against your bent one.

"on the contrary—I think we do have all night." he shoots you a deadpanned look, and you sigh gently. "okay, let me think."

you've had two boyfriends in your life—which isn't that unheard of or shocking. your first boyfriend was in high school, and you'd only started dating because your friends thought he was a cutie and said you'd be cute together. which looking back now, was not a reason to date someone. he was very sweet, but honestly he was too sweet, and kind of a push over. you felt like you had to be in charge of everything—it made you feel like someone you're not.

your second boyfriend was in college, and you dated for a few months before breaking it off. contrary to your high school boyfriend, this guy was the complete opposite of sweet. he was never that kind towards you, and he was overly protective. he claimed he was really manly—but was actually just an asshole who wants you to act like his mommy.

with those experiences, you grew to know what you're looking for in a man, especially when it comes to their personality, how they carry themselves and how they make you feel.

"someone who has goals." you start, "if they have aspirations and aren't shy about pursuing them I think that's really hot."

you continue. "also a man that makes me feel confident. like, a manly guy who's not afraid to praise me and love me—and show me off. that's super attractive."

matt looks at you then—really looks at you. his eyebrows pull together slightly, creating a tiny divet in the middle of his forehead. "has nobody ever treated you right or something? because that's the kind of shit that should be bare minimum."

you blink—you've never thought of it that way. but yeah, matt's right. that should be a bare minimum, because if you're boyfriends not treating you like he loves you or honestly, loves himself—he's not doing it right.

you shrug. "shitty boyfriends."

matt hums once, and his soft gaze doesn't leave yours—drinking you in like he's a starved man in desperate need of your water.

you're flushing again, but that's not a surprise—tingling all over like your nerves have gone completely off the rails. you gulp, "guess it's my turn."

"guess so." he smirks.

this time, you don't have to think of something, and your question comes quickly. "what was your first impression of me?"

"first impression?" matt parrots, to which you nod once, a low hum rumbling through you. "do you want me to be honest?"

you exhale shakily, core practically fluttering. "yes." you're practically sober now, so you're surprised at yourself for being so forward—seductive tones and suggestive words are not in your sober catalogue.

"I thought you were beautiful." he admits, unashamed. "the kind of beautiful that just alludes sexy—like you're smart and you know what you want."

"yeah?" you whisper.

"mhm." matt practically moans, licking onto his bottom lip. "and I could smell your perfume. it was like walking into a cloud of fresh flowers—enticing and intoxicating."

"and your hands." he continues, eyes fluttering briefly as he recalls a few hours back when he'd helped your untangle your hair. "they're so soft and so small...I couldn't help but picture them on my body, running over my skin."

you whine quietly. "matt."

the energy between you has completely shifted, and the tip toeing around you've been participating in all night has completely changed. it's raw now—it's a primal need that you've become completely enveloped in.

matt seems to have given up on the actual asking part of the game—looking at you through the red light swallowing the interior of the elevator and casting a rose glow over your skin. "I dare you to come here."

the gulp you emit practically echoes through the tension filled space, making the situation feel even more intense—more real.

with another nervous but excited swallow, you move. you push up onto your knee caps, your skirt immediately loosening around your thighs—your blood comes rushing back, and your legs immediately thank you. your eyes flicker to his, the smallest bit of hesitation in them.

you give him the opportunity to end this—tell you he's just fooling around. but as matt looks at you—nothing but pure want in his gaze—you move forward, throwing your leg over the expanse of matt's thighs.

automatically your skirt begins shifting higher up your body, and as you sink down to sit on matt's lap, the material almost completely rises, exposing the bottom of your ass, decorated in lace trim lining your panties.

matt exhales breathily, large palms gently sliding up the tops of your thighs—feeling and drinking in your soft skin. "shit," he curses so quietly and rushed, if you weren't sitting on his lap you probably wouldn't of heard it.

but you did hear it—and your core clenched around nothing. you've never been this turned on in your life—and the sangria isn't even an excuse anymore.

"how badly do you want to kiss me?" you ask matt, playing into the childish game of truth or dare that started this whole conversation. your hands—slightly shaky—run over matt's hard chest, feeling the ripple of muscle under your palms as your drag upwards.

you run over his collarbones and watch his adam's apple bob harshly, no doubt getting lost in the feeling of your hands—the hands he's been fantasizing about since he walked onto the elevator.

you push your hips down ever so slightly, feeling the semi-hard budge pushing against the seam of matt's jeans.

your eyes flicker back towards his face, looking into his glossed over eyes. matt's pupils dilate, and he looks anything but nervous. "I think you can feel just how bad."

he shifts, pressing his bulge into your covered core—bumping against your already sensitive clit. matt is growing harder—needier—by the second, and he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to contain himself.

you look so pretty on him, your mouth falling open in a daze like way—staggered breaths passing through your rosy lips. "please." you whine, face inching closer to his.

that's the only signal matt needs from you, closing the little distance between you and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss.

it's instantly taking your breath away, matt leading you in an exchange that is leaving you nothing short of lightheaded. his calloused hands move further up your thighs, following the natural direction around the backside of your hips, finding your ass. he pushes the gray material of your skirt further up and away from your hips, exposing your ass to the interior walls of the broken down elevator completely.

his fingers need the flesh expertly, pushing and pulling you against his jean covered bulge like his life depended on it.

matt continues his kiss on your mouth, suckling on your bottom lip, pulling it away from you before letting it go with a pop.

you can practically feel the arousal pooling in your underwear, and you huff pleasantly, leaning back in to capture matt's lips in a rough kiss. your mouths are slick with shared salvia, sliding over each others like you've don't it a million times before.

the slick sounds are intoxicating—turning you both on further. reluctantly, matt pulls back, away from your pursed, leaving just enough space for him to speak. "I dare you to let me fuck you." his swollen lips brush over yours as he says it, adding to the erotica of it all.

before you can logically think, your nodding, a breathy yes falling from your wet lips.

he smirks, sloped nose nudging against yours as he leans back in, catching your lips once again. you're already moaning into it, allowing matt to continue dragging your weeping core over his crotch. it's been so long since you've been handled the way matt is handling you right now—actually, you don't think you've ever been handled this way.

you're already a smaller person, but in matt's lap you're practically non-existent. he moves you easily and perfectly, muscles shifting and tightening in a way that under your finger tips, feels drool worthy.

you lift your hips slightly, and matt lets you—curious and too turned on to deny you. pulling away from his mouth, you let your warm forehead rest against his, and your eyes flicker down towards his hips—towards his dick.

the bulge is painfully hard, straining against his zipper. you let your one hand fall from his shoulder, shooting down to his jeans with shaky fingers. "wanna see you." you mumble, tugging open the metal button.

matt breathes a laugh, watching with lazy eyes as your nimble fingers tug at his zipper—roughly and quickly pulling it down to reveal his straining boxer briefs.

you bring your faces back together, bumping your noses as you interlock your lips again. while the kiss continues, you find your hand creeping under the elastic waist band of matt's underwear, moving through the space until you're grazing his most sensitive area.

he grunts against your lips, a curse whispered into your mouth. you smirk into it, hand wrapping around matt's fully hard dick. it's big—deliciously so, and your fingers barley brush as you fist him.

he pulls back. "holy fuck."

you bite the swollen skin of your bottom lip, eyes flickering over matt's blissed out expression as you continue pumping his dick—slowly but deliberately. "feel good?"

matt hums. "better than good."

you run your thumb over his oozing tip, spreading the streak of pre-cum over the surface. your thumb slides back into place, and you continue to pump him. he's growing hotter and heavier in your grip—he's close.

suddenly, his grip on your hips tightens, and he sits up straighter. matt holds you against him, and your hand slips of his dick at the fluid change in motion. gently, he lies you down, your back against the carpet once again tonight. your skirt is bunched around your torso, exposing your underwear completely.

but you're not even bothered by that—you're further turned on by it if anything. you reach towards matt's chest as he hovers over you, pawing at his shirt in a silent request.

thankfully, matt gets it, and a smirk pulls at his lips. he sit up on his knees before gripping the edge of his top, pulling it off in one swift motion.

your eyes glaze over as you watch his skin become exposed, muscles moving under his smooth skin—the red glow making the hard surface look more defined. he catches your stare, "see something you like?"

you take ahold of your lip between your teeth briefly. "see something I need." you correct seductively, eyes following matt as he crawls back over you.

your legs spread apart wider subconsciously, further inviting matt into your space.

"what else do you need?" matt whispers, fingers pushing your tangled hair off your flushed face. his hand trails off your face, down your neck and over your hallowed collarbone. you're too flustered to answer him, but your body reacts regardless—hips jerking up until your core bumps against his.

matt's hand finally finds your underwear, and he slowly drags two fingers over your slit. you're already worked up, the combination of matt's steady pressure and the material adding extra stimulation against you, has you moaning out. "please." you whimper.

"please what?" he smirks cheekily, still continuing the movements over your wet core.

if you weren't so turned on, you would've rolled your eyes. but, you're too horny to bite back. "please touch me."

"that's it." he praises quietly. matt hooks two fingers around the lace waistband of your underwear, swiftly pulling the material off you. you can feel your sticky arousal trail from your pussy to your underwear, the gooey substance stringy as your underwear leaves your body. matt practically finishes at the sight, "fuck, you're already soaking wet for me."

your underwear get tossed in one of the corners of the elevator, and you can't even process how disgusting that will be to deal with when this is all over—you don't care. "can't help myself." you mumble, "you've been working me up all night."

matt's eyes twinkle. "I know." before you have a chance to say anything about that remark, matt fingers circle your dripping entrance slowly, teasing you with his calloused pads. he doesn't make you wait very long before he slips into your hole, spreading you with his fingers.

your mouth falls open, eyes darting down to watch. he adjusts his positioning so that his palm bumps against your clit, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy. "that feels so good." you mewl.

"yeah?" matt questions, a hint of teasing in his voice. "and what if I do this?" he changes his rhythm, and instead of the thrusting motion he'd been previously doing, he curls his fingers deeper, rubbing his palm over your bundle of nerves—hitting all your weak spots.

the wet sound is like music to his ears, and he can feel your juices gushing, leaking down his fingers and dripping onto the carpet.

you curse breathily, eyes fluttering closed as your head falls back—too weak to hold it up any longer. "i'm gunna cum."

your words have matt abruptly pulling his fingers out of your entrance, leaving you whining, shocked and your walls fluttering around nothing. your eyes shoot open, mouth falling in disbelief. "whyyyyyyy?"

"hey." he laughs in amusement. "relax." matt pushes his jeans down further, reaching just under his balls. his hand, still slick with your juices, reaches into his underwear, pulling out his dick.

he squeezes himself, a fluttering groan bubbling from his chest at the delicious pressure.

your irritation and remarks die on your tongue at the sight. his cock is just as big as it felt, thick with two prominent veins running up the underside—his tip an angry pink and leaking.

you can feel yourself dripping—at this point your practically a faucet. matt fists himself a couple times, lining his tip with your fluttering hole. "is this okay?" he questions heavily, eyes finding yours again.

you bite your lip, an attempt at containing your ridiculously wide grin. "more than." you nod your approval, and matt smiles at that, mirroring your expression.

but as he pushes his hard length into you, your smiles falter, pleasure laced moans and whimpers mixing between your bodies. he stretches you out perfectly, your walls hugging his slightly curved dick like your life depended on it.

"god, you feel so fucking good." matt huffs once he's fully sheathed inside your gooey pussy. his pelvis brushes against your clit, and a shock goes through you 

matt uses his free hand to push your leg against your chest, creating a more open angle which has him sliding in even further. "you're so deep." you whine, clenching over him. "please move, holy fuck."

matt groans at your request, but doesn't have to be told twice as he begins to pull out of you before thrusting his length back in. his pace quickly turns fast, rutting into you so perfectly and hitting all the spots you need him to.

you're a moaning, sloppy mess, withering under matt like you don't know how to act—you don't know how to act when you're getting fucked this good.

matt reaches towards your shirt, and in one quick movement he pops the buttons open, revealing your animal print bra. he doesn't waste a second before pulling down the cups roughly, revealing your puffy nipples. "you're so beautiful—fuck me."

he grabs onto your boob, squeezing the fleshy mound like his life depended on it. the stimulation is heavenly, and you're whimpering like a baby. "i'm close." you admit.

matt picks up his pace, pounding into your hole quicker and deeper than before. you’re practically scream, nails digging into matt's torso as your ground yourself. you feel like you're being bent in half—in the best way possible. his pelvis is smacking against your clit perfectly, and tugging into your hole expertly. "that's it, fuck, such a good girl."

he pinches your nipple once more before his hand comes up towards the side of your face. matt holds your cheek softly, leaning down to connect your lips in a munch needed kiss.

you kiss him back with just as much passion he's giving you, letting your mouths exchange dominant passes over one another. when matt hits your sentive spot with the tip of his dick, you pull away, struggling to stay focused on anything but his movements inside you.

"i'm cumming." you whimper, brows pulling together as you focus on the feeling of coming undone. "don't stop—oh my god, don't stop."

"come on baby." matt huffs, kissing your neck quickly. "let go for me."

and you do. your entire body tightens as your walls clamp down on him—like your pussy was trying to suck him in. your orgasm washes over your skin, making you feel light and tingly, and your body goes limp—a pornographic moan falling from your lips.

matt slows ever so slightly, letting you ride out your high on his throbbing cock. matt releases his hold on your leg, letting it fall back into its original spread position. "yeah...you're so good y/n."

you whine, eyes fluttering open to watch matt's dick continuing to slide in and out of your spent entrance. his pace begins to pick up again—close to his release. "where you want me to cum?"

you sigh pleasantly. "on 'm belly."

"yeah?" he questions, already beginning lifting your skirt to properly expose your lower tummy pudge. "right here?"

"mhmm." you moan. "so hot, matt."

matt's thrusts become sporadic, and his rhythm has gone out the window as he chases his own orgasm. and with three more pumps into your seeping hole before he fully pulls out, fisting his cock as his seed spurts over your stomach.

"fuck." matt splutters, pumping out the last few drops of cum. the hot and sticky liquid drips onto your stomach, adding to the already covered skin.

you breath a mixture of laughter and a moan, watching the mess pool on your body. "that's really hot."

matt meets your eyes, breathless as he grins. "you're really hot."

you giggle, covering your hot face with the palms of your hands.

"don't go shy on me now." matt laughs, gently tugging your hands away. you look like a hot mess—beat red even under the glow of the emergency light, with mascara smudged under your eyes and lips swollen—matt's never seen anything sexier.

you look at him timidly, but matt's grin doesn't waiver, leaning back into your space. "give me a kiss."

and you do, leaning up and pressing your lips to his in another kiss. this one is softer, more relaxed—but still laced with passion and need.

the loud buzz of the speaker has you pulling apart, surprising you both. a grainy voice begins to speak, "is anybody in this elevator?"

you and matt turn to look at one another, eyes wide. "fuck."

you can't help but laugh as matt scrambles off your body, half naked as he presses the call button, answering the lady on the other end.

and as you lay there, with the man who only a few hours ago was a stranger, sneaking a glance at you over his shoulder, you can't help be feel overjoyed for getting stuck in an elevator. and although you don’t really know that much about him other than his name and what he looks like naked—you can’t wait to learn.

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part 2

[please-destroy]

In Safe Hands

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

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Natasha didn’t want to get up. 

You’d checked your phone to find several missed calls and a litany of text messages.

You’d barely checked the contact name before you were driving to the Avengers Facility. The texts were from more than one Avenger, but they all said the same thing.

Natasha didn’t want to get up and she wouldn’t tell anyone why.

Steve had tried to coax her out first. He’d rested his head against Natasha’s door and knocked twice softly when she didn’t show up in the gym that morning. 

‘Leave me alone.’ The voice had called out calmly from within. Steve had taken the command readily, looking a little lost until Tony had found him later.

Tony’s attempt was even less successful. Something heavy had definitely been thrown at the door. It had poetically accompanied Natasha’s less calm call of ‘Fuck Off’.

Tony had told Bruce about it when they’d crossed paths in the labs and Bruce had headed up soon after. He’d knocked on Natasha’s door once. He’d brought her a cup of tea and he told her so. 

‘Drink it somewhere else.’ Was Natasha’s advice, the door remained pointedly shut.

Bruce, Tony and Steve in his wake, had sought out Clint straight away. Clint laughed loudly at them all. He took the cup of tea from Bruce, unpaused the TV, and advised them to stop trying to get murdered.

That was when Tony had decided to call you. You hadn’t picked up and he’d called three more times.

Now, you were standing outside Natasha’s door, with three witnesses for your attempt. You tried the door handle, it wasn’t locked and you rolled your eyes at the obvious solution.

‘I’m coming in.’ You announced, opening the door. You slipped into the room like a shadow, closing the door fast behind you to ward off the others.

You turned back to face the room and your eyes found Natasha in the bed. First, you surmised that Natasha did not look grievously injured. This was relieving, because you could never be sure. She also did not look happy about your intrusion. This was expected.

Natasha was half sitting up in bed, propped on pillows. Her arms were crossed in front of her, proving her mastery of subtle body language. The braid in her hair was loose and messy, the loose strands of hair framed her face in a way that undermined the crossed arms.

You surveyed her from the door. Natasha surveyed you right back.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ You finally asked.

‘No.’ Natasha replied immediately.

You kicked off your shoes and moved over to the bed. Natasha looked affronted, but she didn’t say anything about your approach. Her eyes kept wary watch as you scooted across the duvet to her. 

You kissed her cheek and she froze as your lips brushed her skin. 

‘You need some TLC.’ You told her seriously. Natasha looked confused. 

‘I’m not getting out of bed.’ Her eyes narrowed slightly and she bit her bottom lip.

‘That can be rule number one.’ You promised immediately, moving to lean back on the bed. After a pause, Natasha gave a tiny smile and settled back against her pillows. You stole the corner of one pillow for your own head rest. She assumed a silent nonchalance and stared off into the distance. You didn’t even last a minute in the silence.

‘What else?’

Natasha’s head turned to face you. You brushed a piece of hair from her face, and continued. ‘Can we watch something?’

Natasha hesitated, eyes tracking your fingers as they moved away from her face.

‘Yes.’ She said finally. ‘We can watch something.’

She briefly described the gory horror film that was her first choice. You gave her a long suffering look and put on Great British Bake Off instead.

‘It’s meant to be TLC, not Freak Me Out.’ You muttered at her halfhearted objections. You took the chance to make yourself more comfortable, moving to lie under the bed covers like Natasha. When your legs brushed along her bare ones, her breath hitched a little.

You kept your eyes on the screen and turned up the volume.

You made it until halfway through the Showstopper Round before you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Are you getting hungry?’ You asked, trying not to drool at the meringue on screen.

‘No.’ Natasha replied definitely.

‘Steve said you didn’t eat breakfast.’ You frowned, mouth tugging down at the corner.

‘Steve’s a little bitch.’ Natasha muttered under her breath.

‘Natasha.’ You sang her name like it would encourage her to be reasonable. She gave you a funny look.

‘I told you I’m not getting up.’ She repeated firmly.

‘Just give me the orders.’ You gave her a two fingered salute and a silly grin.

‘I want wine.’ Natasha said after a minute. ‘And snacks.’

You took notes on your phone when she got into the specifics.

When you returned, you both let the TV show continue in the background, but neither of you paid it any more attention. The day had drawn on and you’d started to talk. You both sat above the bed covers now, Natasha with one leg drawn in to her and the other stretched out.  The white bed sheets caused you little thrums of anxiety when either of you poured out more wine.

When the bottle was empty and Natasha had half a glass left to finish, she hummed out a thoughtful sigh and stared down at the liquid. The atmosphere changed and you tilted your head, cautious but anticipatory.

‘I went to the grocery store early this morning.’ Natasha admitted like it was an illicit activity. ‘And there was this kid, this little boy.’ She held her hand out to indicate a height, which was meaningless as she was sitting on a bed. ‘He was crying.’

You tried to read Natasha’s eyes. They looked troubled and your heart started to sink for what could have happened to the kid to throw her off like this.

‘He ran over to me.’ She continued miserably, still looking down at the wine glass. ‘He’d lost his mom and he thought he knew me from the television. And he came right over and grabbed my hand and he asked me to help.’ 

You waited a few seconds for the shoe to drop, worried by her pause.

‘And?’ You pressed hesitantly.

‘And then we found his mom.’ Natasha confessed ‘And she hugged me.’ There was another ridiculous pause.

‘And what did the police say?’ You teased sarcastically, trying to understand the tension.

Natasha looked down at her free hand, fingers splayed as it rested on her leg.

‘You don’t understand.’ She murmured. ‘It was crazy. He just grabbed my hand, like I was someone safe and he already knew it. Like I was a police officer or something.’

‘You are someone safe.’ You said quietly and certainly.

‘These hands aren’t.’ Natasha countered immediately. She stared at her hand like her crimes were tattooed on it.

You took her wine glass and settled it with your own on the nightstand, before turning back to her. You took both of her hands, bringing them to rest on top of yours, palms facing up.

‘These hands have saved lives.’ You said somberly, a little tipsy from the wine. ‘I love these hands.’

You ran your fingers along the back of them, brushing the ridges of her knuckles.

‘The kid in the store was right. These are safe hands.’

You surveyed Natasha, her hair still in the messy braid and her tank top slightly off one shoulder. She surveyed you too. 

You knew Natasha was going to kiss you before she leaned in.

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Tony told you that inviting Natasha to a friend’s wedding was a big step. But, ever since Tony had found out about you two he’d been trying to psych you out for fun.

You told him what you told the rest of the Avengers, and Shield, and whoever else wanted to be involved in your business. It was a mutual friend’s wedding. Actually, it was a double mutual friend’s wedding. What were the chances of two Shield agents getting married? Well, Maria would probably tell you all the exact statistics in her maid of honour’s speech.

Natasha was technically on the invite list for both the bride and the groom, and so were you. The fact that you were going together was technically inconsequential. That was what dating adults invited to the same thing would obviously do.

You had already hyperventilated in the mirror about it, but that wasn’t Tony’s business.

Natasha’s hairstyle fitted the formal event perfectly, and the dress that she wore glittered a little under the hallway lights. Natasha squeezed your ass purposefully as you walked together into the wedding reception. You were going to enjoy removing that dress as soon as you got home.

You danced together, her head on your shoulder for the slow songs. You’d forgotten Clint would be invited, he crossed his eyes and pulled a goofy face at you every time you spun past his table.

When you finally returned to your seats, the rest of the table had already moved away to socialise. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you left Natasha sitting and went to fetch drinks from the bar.

You checked back over to your table while you waited for the bartender, Natasha’s attention was not on you. There was a little boy walking over to Natasha. One of the youngest of the children free roaming around the venue, he might have been three years old. His hair was blonde and unruly, his cheerful smile beamed excitedly at your girlfriend. 

Natasha gave him a fixed sort of stare, like he was an incoming object that she would have to face head on. He approached her enthusiastically. The bartender came back with your drinks and you paid without even looking at the card machine. The little boy had reached Natasha’s knee, a hand touching it confidently. He grinned at her again and even with some distance you could see him start to speak.

Natasha replied with a very careful smile on her face. The boy’s expression turned serious, he played with the glittering fringe on the dress, clearly asking about it. Natasha’s smile turned softer, her eyes gentling at the way he pushed his curls back when they obscured his eyesight, not letting it deter his rambling monologue.

You took a sip from your own drink, not willing to go over and break the moment just yet. You watched the boy tug at her dress slightly and his questioning head tilt. You saw Natasha’s quick intake of breath as she scooped him up in one movement, letting the little boy sit on her lap. The boy looked thrilled and his hand reached out to touch her necklace, obviously the intent of his request. He smiled delightedly and so did Natasha.

Her eyes flickered to you and you saw the awe in them along with the nerves. You gave her a big smile, moving back with the drinks.

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You sat across from each other at a diner. Today was the day after your one year anniversary. You hadn’t celebrated it at all, Natasha had been called on a mission. Plans had been cancelled last minute. You’d been sad but not mad. It didn’t matter though because all you’d really been was quiet. Natasha’s promises of making it up to you had only made you feel guilty for how you felt. 

It had been a mess of a morning until you’d tried to rescue the day, taking Natasha back to the location of your first unofficial date. Luckily, diners often took walk-ins.

Before the waitress even had time to bring your drinks, two girls hurried over to your table. The older looked around thirteen and the younger was maybe seven. Their long dark hair gave them away as sisters. 

On arrival, the maybe-seven-year-old opened her mouth to speak. There was an awkward silence as no words came out and she gaped a little. Her sister jumped in to help, stuttering from the outset.

‘Hi, miss - uh Black Widow. Can we get a photo with you?’

You’d never seen Natasha’s mouth hang open in shock before. Her expression was not dissimilar to the younger girl’s.

‘That sounds great.’ You interjected quickly, already determined to be the most helpful wingperson to these girls. ‘Do you have a phone with you? I can take the picture.’

The girls still looked uncertain until Natasha pulled her features into a weak smile. The probably-thirteen-year-old handed you over an iPhone.

You eyes were immediately drawn to the black phone cover which was emblazoned with the black widow logo. You looked at it pointedly and grinned at Natasha. Natasha gave a small smile back, confidence growing. Her arm moved to reach across the shoulders of the girls who had shuffled onto the booth seat.

‘Oh my God.’ Mumbled the older one, turning tomato red, ‘She’s touching me.’

You snorted under your breath as you took the picture. Natasha’s eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them. Her smile still wasn’t big, but it was soft and sweet.

Before they left, the younger girl turned and spontaneously hugged Natasha. Natasha returned the hug automatically, treating the small figure with the utmost gentleness. 

The girl buried her head in Natasha’s hair and mumbled something hurriedly. The older girl glanced at you like she both wanted the ground to swallow her up and that she was also deeply jealous of her sister.

‘Thank you.’ Natasha murmured back, then glanced at the older girl. ‘It’s been great to meet you.’ She said sincerely, pretending not to see the girl blush all over again.

When the girls walked out the diner, you took out your own phone. Natasha saw you preparing to take a photo and started to roll her eyes. The smile didn’t leave her face as her eyes moved back to the diner door.

‘Just let me take one?’ You asked softly. ‘I want to remember that smile.’

The way she agreed, told you that Natasha wanted to remember it too.

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Natasha invited you to spend Christmas with her and you agreed immediately. You hadn’t immediately realised that it meant spending it with Clint too. You knew only the basics of Clint’s retired life with his family. You’d been nervous to arrive at a farm in the middle of nowhere, knowing that you couldn’t leave the premises for the next few days. 

It very quickly became one of the best Christmases of your life. Firstly, Clint’s wife, Laura, was one of the coolest people you’d ever met. She was kind, sweet and provided a level of Christmas cooking far superior to your wildest expectations. Most impressively, she would issue directives to Clint and Natasha and they would occasionally listen. You’d thoroughly enjoyed watching Natasha peel a mountain of potatoes on Christmas eve, until you’d been roped in by Laura too.

The Barton children were like Natasha’s personal solar system. The alter ego of ‘Aunty Nat’ was perhaps Natasha’s most flawless cover. She hummed with admiration at Lila’s artwork, making a show of keeping it safe in a special folder that she’d brought with her to the farm. The folder was not thin and not the first volume.

Her in-jokes with Cooper were both nostalgic and recent. You’d wondered how often Natasha visited here to keep up the shorthand between them so well. Then as you watched a Christmas movie with Lila and Natasha, you had heard the audio of a viral video and Cooper’s laugh from the other room and then watched over Natasha’s shoulder as she received the same video. Her response consisted only of a Gif and emojis. You wrapped your arm around her when you realised that ‘Aunty Nat’ had taken the time to learn to speak Cooper’s language.

Natasha also insisted on teaching Nate words in Russian throughout the day. She would carry him on her hip and point out objects, telling him the word in Russian and praising all his attempts to repeat it. 

Then, you’d ended up in a semi-circle on the floor with Cooper and Lila as they eagerly repeated the Russian words that they’d learned from their Aunty Nat, back when they were Nate’s age. They tried hopefully to catch you up to Nate’s level in half an hour, assuming your embarrassment at knowing less of the language than he did.

When Laura had declared that Christmas morning wouldn’t start until 9am the next morning, you had been the only one stupid enough to believe it. 

Lila had bounced directly onto Natasha’s side of the bed at 6am. Once you recovered from your mini heart attack, you let out a repressed scream into the pillow. Natasha looked like she’d already been awake, smoothly reaching out to tickle Lila ferociously as she giggled and squirmed.

Soon, you sat like a zombie with a mug of hot chocolate, watching the children rip open the wrapping on the presents. Clint sat next to you, looking very similar. He had been Cooper’s victim that morning. 

The presents from Santa and Mom and Dad stood off to the far side of the Christmas tree. The kids obediently only destroyed those from the pile that Natasha had snuck in the day before. You realised quickly that Laura’s exact meaning had been that her Christmas wouldn’t start until 9am. But, all bets were off with Aunty Nat’s presents.

Natasha sat comfortably on the ground between your legs, leaning against the sofa. She moved between a look of satisfaction and wistfulness as the children narrated their Christmas aloud to the room in real time. Her hand trailed up and down your pyjama clad leg absentmindedly.

You’d finished your hot chocolate and set it on the side table when the shift in the atmosphere became palpable. Cooper and Lila exchanged glances, and with a forced casualness that proved neither were ready for professional espionage work, they left the room quickly.

Natasha and Clint exchanged a look that told you this wasn’t a typical part of Christmas with the Bartons. You ran your fingers through Natasha’s hair, letting your thumbs rub at the base of her neck. She leaned back a little into the touch.

Cooper bounced back into the room a minute later and Lila followed, clearly hiding something behind her back. She shuffled into the room, always facing Natasha.

‘We made you something.’ Cooper announced loudly and elbowed his sister who thrust out a large rectangle book.

On the front, in the centre, was a carefully hand drawn cartoon of Natasha, surrounded by sketchier drawings of all the Barton kids. It was clear that, while most of the drawings were by Cooper, Lila had insisted on drawing the image of herself. At the edge was a very hastily drawn stick figure giving a wave. It was obviously only carrying a bow and arrow to make it identifiable as Clint.

Underneath, in large bubble writing that had been filled with glitter, it simply said.

‘We Love You Aunty Nat.’

Your hands moved automatically to Natasha’s arms, bracing her through a flood of warmth you knew she would be experiencing. Natasha looked up, stretching her neck to see your face directly above her. Her eyes swam with tears.

‘Thank you so much guys.’ She rasped out. ‘This is the best present I’ve ever gotten.’

‘Don’t be silly.’ Lila sighed, rolling her eyes, ‘You haven’t even opened it yet.’

She sat down next to Natasha then, taking the book back and opening it at the first page, which was littered with bright pictures and uneven handwriting to describe them. Cooper sat down too, between Lila and his dad. Clint rested his arm on his son’s shoulder and couldn’t have looked prouder. He gave you a happy grin too. You stayed quiet, wanting the perfect moment to last as long as it could.

Lila explained the photos, the creative choices and the shared memories behind them in extreme detail. Natasha nodded, never not looking like she was about to cry. You combed through her hair with your fingers and had achieved a respectable braid by the time Laura descended the staircase at exactly 9am.

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At 2am, you woke up alone. That happened sometimes. One of the realities of living with an Avenger was that Natasha often lived on a near opposite sleep schedule. Nevertheless, you got up, yawning as you padded through to the kitchen to find her. 

You saw the light of the open laptop before anything else, and wandered over to where it sat on the desk. A mug hit the kitchen counter loudly, before you could see anything past the brightness of the screen. Your heart thudded and you turned around, eyes adjusting to see Natasha’s figure in the dim moonlight streaming through the kitchen window.

‘Don’t laugh at me.’ Natasha said awkwardly, picking the mug of tea back up. ‘And don’t make it weird. It’s not a thing for right now.’

She was wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood up, a typical outfit for her at this time of night. It also made her look like she was caught in the process of burgling her own house. You raised an eyebrow at her and took a step closer to the laptop screen, desperately curious to know what it was all about.

A video entitled ‘Adoption 101’ sat open, filling half the laptop screen. The video was played through to around the halfway point, a woman had been paused on the screen midspeech. The other half of the laptop screen was filled with Natasha’s typed notes.

Your mouth fell open into an ‘O’ shape as you tried to process. 

‘Please don’t make it weird.’ Natasha said again, assessing you carefully from behind the counter.

You didn’t hear her properly, a rush of warmth flooding through you. Your face lit up

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‘You want to be a mom?’ You asked, blinking away the tears as if she wouldn’t notice them anyway.

‘Yes.’ Natasha said carefully, purposefully adjusting the string of her tea bag, so she could look away from you. ‘I think so. One day.’

You spun on your heel, facing the door that you’d just entered through. Natasha’s eyes raised in confusion, a flash of anticipated rejection.

‘Make me a tea.’ You ordered, pointing at her with faux firmness. ‘And rewind the video back to the start.’ 

You started walking back to the bedroom. 

‘I need to get my notebook and a pen.’ You called over your shoulder as you left.

[utilitycaster]

I really like Taliesin elaborating on the inspiration from the 90s LA punk scene, in which he said a lot of the people he knew were just people looking for hope in a world that has been incredibly unfair to them. It's a very empathetic view towards people who, as he said, often are dealing with injustice and disadvantages.

He also mentions that many of these punks were dealing with drug and alcohol problems (and while he did not want that to be central to Ashton's character and wanted to focus instead on chronic pain for a number of reasons, including personal, Ashton definitely relies on alcohol for palliative reasons). More generally, we see Ashton look for hope and answers in a lot of places that end up being extremely incorrect. The most obvious one is with the shard of Rau'shan, which, after multiple people advised them against taking it with very clear warnings, they decided to still attempt to absorb, with nearly-fatal results; but there were flashes of this with their earlier cynicism towards Eshteross vs. a much more begrudging acceptance of the transactional worldview of Ratanish or Jiana Hexum.

Ashton often places his own pain in a position of honor, and in doing so can discount that of other people. He's been remarkably unlucky, to be clear; I think that's part of it. We as the audience know that their statement that no one in that room has felt helpless in their lives is demonstrably false about pretty much all of Vox Machina and their allies, as well as the Bright Queen. He says Keyleth maybe does know, not realizing that of Keyleth and Vex, one has been a homeless runaway rather like himself, and it's not the one he's saying knows helplessness. In a way, to hold on to that hope, they find themselves telling themselves a lot of lies because otherwise they have to face the truth that their suffering did not make them more qualified or better; it was just unfair and it might still keep happening. He blames the gods because then at least there's a reason and not just absolutely random chance that he was born to a self-important cultist, happened to survive a long-shot ill-advised ritual and wake up in the desert of another continent, happened to be the one thrown out the window of Hexum Manor, and happened to be saved with a Potion of Possibility. To be clear, they've since made a name for themself on their own merits, but a lot of who they are, both in terms of the traumatic and difficult elements and in terms of what now makes them special was dumb luck, good or bad.

For Ashton, for those LA punks Taliesin knew, for the Vanguard and for Ludinus and for countless people in Exandria and in our actual world, a lot of grasping for hope becomes grasping for a meaning for pain and suffering. I'd argue that this is a pretty major theme Taliesin explores with all his characters. However, just because the pain is real doesn't mean the conclusions one comes to as a result of it are inviolate and above reproach. It is possible to have extremely valid pain and trauma and to be incredibly wrong about its source or what it means, or to deal with it in ways that will either make it worse or that will inflict pain, even inadvertently, on others. And I think the theme of the campaign is very much that; what happens when someone either chooses to or must let the decisions they made to deal with a moment - or a life - of pain be writ large on both themselves and the world?

[gabbytbll]

SYLUS HEADCANONS Pt 2

SFW! AND NSFW!!!!

Part 1 masterlist 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

Love and deep space💫

Authors note: it's definitely not gonna be as good since I can't find my computer😭 so I'm stuck with my phone and I'm very limited so I hope you like it!!!! Also sylus is going to be OOC!

MDNIII!!!!!

Warnings!!:Spit kink, Cockring, Cock warming, possessive sylus!!, passing out, Chains, Wax play, Anal Penetration, Teasing, Big dick sylus!!, Dick piercing, Sex toys, P in V, Voyeurism, Eye contact, Gagging, Breath play, Humiliation.

SFW!

• He loves to take you to the gym to show off his muscles and abilities.

• He loves to randomly show up to your work with some food or just to randomly pick you up and take you home (even tho you can he insist).

• He's the type of guy that threatens your boss for over working you!

• He loves to just be around you even while he's doing his work, or just sitting there and staring at you!

• He hates when you and the twins plot a prank against him he thinks it's childish (but he loves it).

•He thinks it's funny when you get scared of a bug but he still kills it for you while giggling like a child.

•He does not get along with your coworkers, he thinks they are weak and do not deserve your time!

•He likes to think he owns you because you do everything with him and I mean everything.

•He buys you everything even tho you might not like it, you tell him something looks nice and next thing you know it's yours!

• He buys you a bike like his, even tho you don't know how to drive it or if you do know how to drive it he will still have so much fun!

NSFW AHEAD!!! MDNIII!!

Sexual content be advised

NSFW

°When the both of you are having intercourse he loves to grab your face and make your mouth open so he can spit on you or in your mouth.

°He loves to tie chains around your hands to make it more spicy in bed (plus he thinks it's better than hand cuffs because he can grab a hold of it better to pull you back on his dick!)

° He has the ball gag next to his bed in his drawer(which you didn't know about) he randomly puts it on you when your being too much of a brat!

°He loves how you sound as you have the ball gag in your mouth he likes to think it looks cute on you!

°Sometimes when he's feeling more freaky then usual he will let a candle burn on the nightstand to use it on you.

°He loves watching the wax roll down your chest or your thighs,stomach,etc he thinks it's hot.

°He likes when you try to make him submit(aka putting a Cock ring on him) he uses it against you in ways you didnt expect.

°He will make you cock warm him if you put a cock ring on him in his mind he thinks if I suffer then you suffer, he loves how you get desperate for him to move.

°Since he loves to randomly surprise you by showing up where ever you are he has caught you masturbating multiple times so he just sits there watching you unnoticed while hard.

°He never had a dick piercing but he heard you talking about it with one of your friends and saying how pleasing it might be, the next day he got a frenum piercing (but he was sad he couldn't have sex with you for a while to let it heal)

°While he's fucking you he loves to choke you hard enough to where your face gets red while he makes you stare into his eyes (he does this rarely just when he's in a bad mood and needs to let off steam).

°He left a vibrator in your pussy when you and him tried anal for the first time to make it more pleasant for you!

°He likes to call you names in bed like slut,whore,my fuck toy,etc.

°When he's about to fuck you, he loves to tease you by slowly pushing his tip in your pussy and just pull out when you make a sound.

°One time after you and sylus had 5 rounds you passed out in the middle of him fucking you because it was to much for you to handle.

Well I hope you like it! I kinda rushed it to

But please give feedback and make sure you like and comment I appreciate it!!💫

©️ gabbytbll. do not copy, repost, or translate across other sites. do not copy my sentence structures, plot or characterization.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

A polyamorous relationship where the reader sleeps a lot? like, even if he/she slept most of the afternoon, he/she can still sleep all night, and if he/she leans against one place and keeps his/her eyes closed for a long time, he/she can sleep. A few days ago I saw a girl sleeping on her boyfriend's shoulder on top of his motorcycle, lol.

(I'm using Google translate, sorry for any mistakes)

Oh my god, this is such a vibe, to be honest. Also, I'm really sorry for not writing this sooner - and I know how ironic this sounds seeing the subject of the ask - but I was really tired after a long work week🙃 I hope you like this though!

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You were still human when you met them. It was rather early one night during winter, and they'd seen you sitting at a diner, half asleep with a burger in front of you.

Obviously, they knew you were theirs - their mate, future partner, whatever you want to call it - and they decided to bother you that night.

"Long week?" David asked as he sat across from you, startling you awake. You knew who they were, you knew they were trouble but -

"I wasn't asleep!"

You talk with them for a while, and Dwayne offers to ride you home when he notices that you yawned a lot. He takes you to his bike, and before reaching the end of the street you're already asleep and he has to slow down to make sure you don't fall off.

Since you're human, initially they think it has something to do with your health so once you're in an actual relationship with them, they will - especially David and Marko - insist that you go to the doctor to check things out.

Paul offers to do any bloodtests at home, but you're advised against that.

When the tests all come back negative and the doctor just writes it off as "i guess you're just in need of a lot of sleep", the boys start to accept it as a part of you.

They did not expect you to fall asleep everywhere, however.

At home, at the cave, you've fallen asleep in all of their laps repeatedly, which - while they absolutely love it - is also kind of difficult, because they don't dare to move because they don't want to wake you up. David spent seven hours in a very uncomfortable position holding you as you slept, so you wouldn't wake up.

They expected the sleeping at home, alright, they never expected it anywhere else.

Until you and Paul ride the rollercoaster right before closing and you actually manage to fall asleep on the ride?

Once it happens while sitting on the metal bars, looking out over the beach. If it wasn't for Dwayne, you would have fallen face first into the sand.

Since Marko knows you often fall asleep while riding on the back of their bikes, he installed a seat belt mechanism so you wouldn't fall off.

Once you decide to turn, they think this is a "problem" of the past.

They did not take into account that sleeping upside down requires some form of consciousness. And you sleep so deeply, you don't have that as a newborn.

So after that first night, they covered the floor with layers of mattresses so if you fall, you won't fall hard.

David forbade you from flying alone because you fell asleep while flying once, and Marko and Paul spent hours trying to find you as you floated off.

Cuddle piles happen so often, and the second they all lay next to you, you're just gone - off to a deep peaceful sleep.

Sorry, you will be compared to a cat since you sleep almost the same amount of hours.

Paul theorises you were one in a past life.

Ooh they would definitely hold you in a hug if you fell asleep while leaning against them, so you could sleep and the people on the boardwalk wouldn't know you're asleep!

Can you imagine the soft kisses they'd leave on your forehead when they find you asleep at the cave when they come home?

Sometimes, when they're tired, they'd just lay down next to you, and you spent most of the night just sleeping and relaxing.

[revelboo]

You got me missing LL and Earthspark Screamer 😭😭 you've got so many ideasss!!! I'm jelly

you're giving us straight up gourmet meals 🤤🤤

Sure 🤣 I’m having fun playing with scenarios and characters. Also: Blokees wave 7 renders

I need them both so bad… And there should be another Insecticon in this next batch, too since all of the Constructicons are out

Disaster Hearts Pt 4

ES Starscream x Reader

• Why is it that your heart beats faster watching him smile like that? When he’s genuinely excited about something not acting superior or sneering at you, his alien face is almost handsome. Almost unsettlingly human. Maybe it’s that under the excitement, it’s that he’s just trying to go home and you understand that. “We could go check it out,” you say and those blue optics flick from the map to you and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Probably dismissing your offer. It’s not like you can actually help him that much and you shouldn’t even want to. Should be plotting your escape, because his drama and problems are definitely not yours. He’d snatched you.

• We. How long has it been since there’d been a we instead of just him? The other two Seekers stranded here help him occasionally out of a sense of obligation to their own, but they don’t like him. Don’t trust him anymore than he trusts them. But you? You’re no threat to him, too weak, too helpless to harm him. To cause trouble. He’d taken you on impulse because he’d been lonely, wanted someone to rant to, to talk to. Had imagined he’d get it out of his system and discard you, making sure you couldn’t tell anyone what he’d told you. But you’re still here. Still alive because he missed having someone to talk to more than he’ll ever admit. And if nothing else, he can send you out to scout ahead of him and make sure the tunnel system is safe. “Perhaps.”

• He’s still staring at you and you can’t figure out what he’s thinking from his expression. Pensive and almost speculative, but the way he’s studying you makes your skin prickle. Reminds you of your kid brother asking for a magnifying glass only to immediately go torch some helpless ants. “What will you do once you get back home?” You ask, hoping to distract him from wherever his processor has gone and his wings flick slightly. “To your world.”

• Spark aching, he wonders if there is a home to return to. Their war had ravaged their world, most of the cities razed in the bombings. Some of them carried out by his own hands. He’d been the one advising Megatron on high priority targets to cripple the Senate and Cybertron’s infrastructure. And it hurts remembering that for a short time they’d been almost equals. Almost friends. Working together toward a common purpose at the start of the war. Himself, Megatron, Soundwave, and Shockwave forming the core of the Decepticon movement. So sure the war would be over quickly, the Senate destroyed and replaced by something better, less corrupt and broken. “Rebuild, I suppose.”

• Voice almost melancholy, he vents and taps a servo on his desk before he’s reaching for you and you flinch. Surprised when his servos brush over your head, touching your hair gently. Looking up, those pretty optics are unfocused as he absently rubs the pad of a servo against your jaw and neck. And you don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it, petting you in gentle strokes. Afraid to say something that might snap him out of whatever trance he’s in because this is the gentlest he’s been with you since kidnapping you and you don’t know what to make of it.

Previous

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-three of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon wakes up feeling warm and heavy and comfortable and like he hasn’t slept so good in years. He’s laying under a nice fluffy comforter that feels really soft and good against his bare skin and sprawled out naked underneath it across a mattress covered in just-as-soft sheets, and he can hear Tim’s heartbeat nearby and a heartbeat he doesn’t recognize with it, though it sounds nice with–

Oh, right, he remembers, and cracks an eye open. He’s at Tim’s place, and so’s Tim and his cute as fuck boyfriend and so’s a hunk of radioactive space rock that’s currently giving him a newfound–if temporary–appreciation for a good hunk, and also holy fucking Christ is Tim fucking good at Domming, like holy goddamn hell is he ever. 

Chriiiiist. 

“Holy fucking shit,” he mutters into the nearest pillow, then rolls onto his side and turns his head just enough to peer sleepily towards the door, because he can feel–yeah, Bernard’s standing there leaning against the doorframe and eating a bowl of . . . 

“. . . thought you said the cereal was stale,” Kon says, squinting drowsily at him. 

“Oh, it was,” Bernard says, gesturing with his spoon. “I ordered groceries, got ‘em delivered first thing this morning. So like, now there’s actual food in the house–well, on the murdershack boat, whichever.” Kon . . . pauses. This morning? 

. . . okay, well, maybe he just won’t ask what time it is. Or, uh . . . day, maybe. 

. . . . . . yeah, Tim’ll tell him if he needs to know. Though, like . . . 

“Uh . . . how long was I asleep?” he asks as he pushes himself up on his elbows, trying not to wince. 

“Assuming you didn’t wake up at some point while Tim and I were crashed-out ourselves, about . . . fourteen hours, give or take?” Bernard says, making a so-so motion with the hand holding his spoon. 

“Fuck,” Kon mutters, and definitely does wince. Jesus, that is not a normal length of time to sleep, especially at someone else’s house. “Uh–sorry, I didn’t mean to, like . . . do that. Obviously. You coulda woken me up, man.” 

“Tim was actually very proud of himself for getting you knocked-out enough to sleep through sunrise, so I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you,” Bernard advises, then takes a heaping bite of neon-colored cereal. “Do you actually wake up at sunrise? Is that a Kryptonian thing? Demi-Kryptonian thing?” 

It is a ‘the cows need milked so they don’t get uncomfortable’ thing, but that is not a conversation we are gonna be having, Kon doesn’t say, and just shrugs loosely instead. “It’s legally-mandated, actually, they don’t let you have an ‘S’ if you’re not a morning person. Same theory as not letting you have a Bat-suit unless you’re extremely socially weird, it’s kinda just how it goes.” 

“Oh, is it?” Tim asks dryly, stepping up behind Bernard and leaning past him just enough to raise an eyebrow at him instead. 

“Did you or did you not stalk Nightwing and Batman when you were thirteen?” Kon says. 

“It wasn’t legally stalking,” Tim huffs, rolling his eyes. 

“Legally or technically, babe?” Bernard asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Why are you asking me questions we all know the answer to, Bernard?” Tim asks, then slips into the room past him and holds a water bottle out to Kon, who sits up the rest of the way and accepts it slightly awkwardly. 

“Thanks?” he tries, because he doesn’t really think he’s gonna get anywhere with “you didn’t have to” right now. Like–seems unlikely, given the progression of this weekend so far. Like if anything he’s lucky Tim only brought–

Tim pulls a pair of protein bars out of the pocket of his hoodie and yeah, alright, Kon should’ve known better. 

[kupidachillea]

is it okay to ask for your hcs on Apollo? Specifically yandere headcannons? I loved the way you wrote him in the last yandere Olympians so I just wanted to see more of him :3 (totally ok if you don't want to do it!! Love your works!! 💞💞💞)

(Yandere) Apollo x You Hcs

Author note: Ah- I see the Apollon fans have been using requests to their advantage and I love it, lol. Sorry that this took so long, I prefer quality over quantity. So I don’t want to rush myself and give you also something you won’t enjoy! So I hope you like this💕

TW (trigger warning):This will have a Yandere themes in it. And while the Olympians themselves aren’t really yanderes- they do share similar tendencies considering their myths. Please note that this isn’t completely accurate to their mythology- but it’s just a bit of fun so please take no offence and be nice in the comments.

CW (content warning)⚠️: Readers please be either 17-18+ to read this I mean. This includes light mentions of nudity, toxic behaviour. General Yandere behaviour. Reader’s discretion is advised.

☀️- Apollon was your boyfriend. Not the most normal partner you’ve had but definitely the most attentive and loving.

🎵- His caresses feel like the sun itself is holding you in a warm, tight embrace. And his kisses are even better..they remind you of the sun’s rays peeking through the curtains in your bedroom and landing gracefully on you.

☀️- You were literally sun kissed. To put it lightly, he was everything you wanted and you were everything he wanted… and more. He loved you so much.

🎵- At first, Apollon was nervous to even consider a relationship with you. Not because he didn’t like you but because he knew how most of his other relationships have played out in the past.

☀️- Being happy one minute with his lover before death ripped them away from in one cruel swoop. So he had procrastinated quite a bit before finally asking the question that’s been eating him inside.

🎵- When you said ‘yes’, he was beyond ecstatic to say the least. And he will admit, the more time he spent with you the more he seemed to show a mixture of love and obsession.

☀️- For a moment he thought that it was the work of Eros once more just trying to harass him like in the days of old with his late love, Daphne. But no..this was all him. He wasn’t sure if he were to be scared, or embrace this side of himself…but over time, the decision was made for him.

🎵- As the days wore on, his love for you grew. You were just so perfect to him…so pretty…yet so fragile. He couldn’t let anything happen to you- hell- he can’t let anyone touch you. No one deserved to touch your precious body. No one but him..

☀️- “Mmm…you’re so beautiful..” He would slur as you both laid in bed cuddling each other bare. His body was so warm against yours…he felt like a living breathing heater.

🎵- “So beautiful..and so mine…” Apollon would grumble..firstly kissing your neck and gently weaving his finger through your hair. “All mine…isn’t that right, love?” He asked, though you weren’t entirely sure if you could respond, your body trembled slightly when he bit down on your neck..causing a love bite to eventually form as he sucked on the area.

☀️- His hands getting greedy, gently tugging your hair back so your neck would crane slightly. This allowed him more access to your delectable neck. “Of course you’re mine…only the best for someone like you…only a god can satisfy you and give you what you need.” He almost growled his words as he licked a long strip up to your jaw, causing you to gasp and shudder. His tongue flat against your neck, tasting your skin and his free arm curling around your waste only for his hand to grip the meat of your arse tightly.

🎵- “No mortal man or woman is allowed to have you…not even the gods…only me.” He would utter. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone other than himself having you. It didn’t seem right to him. How could did he go so long without knowing you before?

☀️- You knew Apollon was a possessive man, and it couldn’t be helped..You actually excused most of his behaviour. Passing it off as just deity behaviour. Besides..he meant you no harm. He just wanted you safe and sound in his arms. Right?

🎵- Of course he did..that’s why he thought he was perfectly within his right to…eliminate and threats or competition.

☀️- It’s not like you’d notice a few of your pathetic so call ‘friends’ going missing anyway. You were too busy focusing all your time and energy on him.

🎵- All your love was his. He’d often watch you sleep…smiling dreamily to himself as he watched your chest rise and fall. That sweet little mortal heart of yours beating steadily. Oh how he’d do anything to keep you with him…permanently..

☀️- “Let us get married, my Love…~” He said one day. Your eyes widening and your brows raising. Marriage..? With Apollon? You definitely didn’t take him for the ‘setting down’ type.

🎵- You smiled softly and told him as much as you loved him and how you adored him, you thought it would be best to wait a few more months. That led the god of sunlight to pout like a child.

☀️- He didn’t understand. If you loved him, why wouldn’t you marry him? Sure he isn’t really known to have anything beyond lovers but he was serious about this. But for now he dropped it and nodded. You would smile at him and place a sweet kiss on his lips that made him melt.

🎵- But if you honestly thought Apollon would quit there then you’re wrong. It wasn’t fair. He deserved to have you for eternity. You were his and he was yours. He couldn’t allow another partner to slip through his fingers like this..no..he couldn’t..he wouldn’t.

☀️- He wanted you..he needed you. Just how the flowers needed the sun…so he did something..slightly drastic on his part…

🎵- He carried you to Olympus while you were asleep. Was it smart? He thought so…and he hoped you would think so too. This way you both could be together forever and you’d be safe from harm and any mortal disease.

☀️- When you awoke, you found yourself in a room that wasn’t your own ..the bed was way more comfortable than your own and the designs and art were..ancient to say the least.

🎵- Before you could fully process what was going on, Apollo appeared and brought you into his arms. Oh..now you have an idea of what was happening.

☀️- “Ah, my Love..don’t be mad but I did you the courtesy of moving you in with me..” He started..his voice soft yet a hint of excitement laced his voice along with something darker as he stroked your hair..

🎵- “After all- you did technically day you wanted to spend more time together before we got married. So what better way to do that than living together?” He asked. It was obviously rhetorical, he was grinning from ear to ear as he spoke. Meanwhile you were just in shock..you wanted to argue and protest- saying that this is not what you meant but he promptly shut you up with a firm kiss to the lips.

☀️- You felt your breath hitch in your throat..this kiss felt different from the ones you usually shared with him. This one felt more forceful and possessive. As if he was trying to claim you.. after what felt like an eternity he finally pulled away..his gaze now softer as he stroked your cheek.

🎵- “You need not worry, Dearest…I am all that you need. No one else deserves to have you..only me. We deserve to be together.” The golden haired god spoke. His voice having a slight purr to it as he nuzzled your neck, a shiver went down your spine at the feeling. “And I won’t let anything or anyone stop us from being together….unlike the others…I will have you for eternity…~”

Author note: Oof- sorry this took so long. Trying to pace myself here so I’m not rushing and there’s more quality than quantity. But I appreciate all the love and the requests. I promise to get to them all!💕

[mianexil]

◇ The way they take care of you during your period ◇

◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇

💫 [ Girl, I hate this heavenly punishment for being a woman. But don't worry, these sweet kittens will take care of you during this lame time ]

◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇

ㅡ Suo, Umemiya, Kotoha, Sakura, Tsubakino, Kaji

Suo

Suo has found warm-ups that alleviate the pain of cramps so that you use less painkillers (after all, they can have a negative effect on the body). He comes to you and does this workout with you. He also brings tea that has a calming effect and makes it for you.

Suo is patient enough, but in your case, it can be said that he has a separate oasis of calm in reserve for you. If you feel like a mess, then he will take you on his lap and hug you. Not too tight, so that you feel more free, but not too weak, so that you feel comfortable until you get up yourself.

Suo is not simpleton. He studied the intricacies of the female anatomy when you started dating so that nothing would catch him off guard in the future. Therefore, he understands why this is happening scientifically but doesn't understand why the world is designed so that the wonderful sex suffers every month.

Umemiya

A white-haired man runs out of the "Pothos" and Kotoha shouts after him.

《 Don't forget to buy a heating pad!! 》

And all because 2 minutes ago you wrote that you needed his warm embrace.

Umemiya is absolutely fine with the topic of menstruation. He is one of those guys who will go to the store and ask the saleswoman to advise him on the topic of pads/tampons.

What are the safest ones for your health? Which are the most convenient?

Hajime will study everything with a serious attitude in order to take good care of you during this period.

He will definitely download the calendar app and set your dates there to prepare in advance.

And of course, he went to Kotoha to get a lecture on how best to take care of you.

Don't worry, honey, Kotoha will definitely bring him up strictly as it should be.

Kotoha

God, this girl is so sweet. Next to her, all your bad feelings seem to be blown away by the wind.

Who but a woman will understand another woman.

She'll take good care of you: sweets, painkillers, hugs, everything for you.

She will definitely take a day off from Pothos to be with you during this period.

Long, sweet conversations to distract you from feeling unwell, cooking delicious omuraisu for you, it's all about Kotoha.

A cozy movie night? Definitely.

Well, if you want ice cream, then there is always Umemiya, whom she will send to the store as a deliveryman.

Sakura

This boy doesn't understand women's stuff at all. Of course, he will be confused at first when he hears an explanation of why you look so exhausted.

Sakura can't stand the sight of the only person he let into his heart suffering so much. He wants to help, but he doesn't know how, and because of this he is very angry with himself.

It's understandable, this little savage does not even know how to take care of himself properly, what does it say about taking care of others? However, this does not mean that he does not want to.

《 Damn, stop suffering in silence. Just tell me, what should I do? I'll do it right now 》

Sakura will blush like a tomato, standing in the store at the shelf with feminine hygiene products, but this does not mean that he won't get a full bag, because his embarrassment can't be compared with the desire to benefit you.

Upon hearing your request for a hug, Sakura will turn to you all blushed, but as soon as he sees your slightly swollen, tired eyes, his body will start moving on its own. Embarrassment doesn't stop him anymore, this is not the time to worry about it.

His arms wrap around you, pressing you against a warm body as if you are about to disappear and he has to hold you.

Yes, he's not experienced in such things yet, but he's trying his best for you.

Tsubakino

Tsubakino is very gentle, but when you feel bad, he reaches his peak.

Tasuki has never experienced anything like this, but he's very knowledgeable about this topic.

He immediately notices when you feel bad, even if you try to hide it. And he will immediately take you home to give you a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Tsubakino will distract you from unpleasant sensations with all sorts of beauty treatments: moisturizing face masks, manicure, massage, everything for your comfort.

Do you want some sweets? ㅡ He will bake you cookies.

Do you want to cry and lament? ㅡ Don't keep it to yourself, honey. He will wrap you in a plaid, and his gentle fingers will wipe the tears from your eyes, holding you in a tight embrace for as long as it takes.

Kaji

Kaji will leave the patrol of the city, leaving it to his team to be with you at this time.

He doesn't quite understand how best to behave in such a situation, but his beloved feels unwell, which means he will do everything he can to make you feel better.

Ren will listen to your instructions and silently run back and forth, doing them.

He will bring you a jar of lollipops from his house so that you can choose what you like.

If you want to complain about your condition, he will listen to everything, and then put his headphones on your ears, turn on calm music and sit next to you, stroking your hand.

◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇

[cybrasigilism]

Hi, love your work! Could you write a virginity loss for the reader with thanos in the bathrooms of the games! Can y/n also be shy since it's their first time and have thanos be understanding and talk her through it +handjob ? Please and thank you!!

can’t lie i went a little insane when i saw this one 🤭🤭

Consideration (Thanos/Choi Su-bong [Player 230] X F! Reader HEADCANONS/DRABBLE)

warning: smut, crazy ik | not proofread | lowercase intended | virginity loss | soft dom! thanos (im not sure if this counts as OOC help-) | handjob | praise | public sex (it is the bathrooms after all) | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYYY!! again with the point format, i feel much more at ease getting my ideas out this way, so please bear with me. my apologies if it’s hard to read because of this

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

➸ thanos, who couldn’t stop flirting with you throughout the games purely for the flustered reaction you gave almost on command.

➸ thanos, who upon finding out you were a virgin, found a way to get you alone in the bathrooms of the squid games, sneaking past the guards who surely didn’t care that he was in the wrong bathroom to begin with

➸ thanos, who had you pressed up against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom stall as his lips crashed against yours. he wasted almost no time in sliding his cold hands up your shirt, sending a shockwave of goosebumps and pleasure up your skin

➸ thanos, who spent so much time kissing and sucking on your neck, you would have been shocked if you walked out of this unscathed by hickeys. each time his tongue passed over your sensitive skin, you saw stars

➸ thanos, who had you kneel between his legs as he pulled his dick out, guiding your hand in his up and down the length of it.

➸ thanos, who encouraged you through the entirety of the handjob. who told you “fuck, your hands are so soft”, “ngh, feels so good when you touch me like that baby..”, “you’re doing great, keep going just like that, yeah” between breathy moans

➸ thanos, whose hands never ceased to roam your body when you decided to straddle him for the first time. he reassured you when the pressure of sinking down onto him became almost too much at points, wiping the tears from your face. of course, he let you sit there for as much as you needed to adjust.

“shit, y’re taking me so well, señorita.”

“hey, hey— you’re doing amazing so far, don’t cry!”

“fuck i can’t wait to make you feel good…”

➸ thanos, who eased you into the whole process of riding him. he was used to a faster paced, intense, more hot and heavy kind of session, but this time was different. he could see the anxiety in your eyes, he definitely knew how big of a deal this was for you, and he wanted to make it as special as possible— for these circumstances anyhow.

“that’s it, you’re practically a natural already. that’s my girl, fuck.”

➸ thanos, who moved your hips himself when you had gotten shy on him. you were insecure of how good of a job you were doing, but he wasn’t going to stand for that. you already know he was going to make sure you knew how good you were doing— or rather, how good you felt.

“holy hell, you’re so tight.. fuck i dunno how long i’ll last señorita”

“so good… so good and all f’ me”

“don’t s—top, god i don’t ever want you to stop”

“what’s wrong? you’re fucking me so good, keep going!”

➸ thanos, whose moans drove you wild when you eventually got the boost of confidence you needed to start riding him yourself. the sounds he was making made you tighten even more than you thought possible, which in turn made him cry out even more.

“shit, if you keep going like this ‘m gonna cum”

“fuck yes, fuck me like that.. you got it, oh god, you got it”

“need ya’ s’bad… i needed this so b—ad, fuck!”

➸ thanos, who wrapped his arms around you after you came. he pulled you into him, chests heaving in tandem as you both came down off this metaphorical high. he caressed the back of your head, the praises he sang for you continued flowing.

“that was fucking, wow. y’ did so good, señorita.”

“see? i knew you could do it, such a good girl for me.”

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS!!

to the anon that requested this, i truly hope this is something like what you had in mind. and to everyone as a whole, i hope you enjoyed! i’ve been fighting off a mean writer’s block so i apologize if this isn’t my best work, but i’m just glad to put something out!

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @strangelife122 @kvstjwonnie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Had a dream where Vil was offered a position to be the potions professor (no clue what happened to Crewel) after graduation and it was a whole big thing when he decided to accept but we all knew it was just a thinly veiled excuse to keep him in the school and relevant to the gacha game. He even has a voice line joking to Yuu about how Yuu should work hard and maybe he'd taken them on as a Potions teaching assistant after graduation - foreshadowing the excuse that will be used to keep the player character in the school for the gacha game once the first years reach graduation too

When I woke up I was disoriented enough that I genuinely couldn't tell for a few minutes if the Vil -> potions prof pipeline was just smth the dream made up or if it was an actual recent Twst development that my brain added details to haha

But in relevancy to the above, do you think Twst is going to have a weird time loop going on forever until the lifespan of the game ends?

The characters have aged in the main storyline, which means at some point the third years will be nearing graduation but would they let that actually happen considering the logistics of how the Twst game is set up?

***SLAMS BIG MEATY CLAWS ONTO THE DESK*** This ask reminds me of a L*ona artist I enjoy, @_nantekottai! adhyodwawa I lovingly call them "Dorito-sensei" in my head because I have trouble remembering their actual Twitter handle (sorry...). Why "Dorito-sensei"? B-Because they have a tendency to draw L*ona with very broad shoulders and a small waist... They have an "if the NRC dorm leaders came back as teachers" AU that they've done a few comics for. I’m a HUGE fan of it 😤 and you should be too/j

Here are all the installments! (P.S. shoutout to @/curekibouka for helping me double check the teacher profiles ^^)

Riddle, Leona, Azul as teachers

Riddle: “Next, turn to page 128 of the textbook. The next part we read aloud will be on the test, so take notes.” Magic History professor. Exemplary teacher. Very nice to serious, good students. Definitely asks questions during class. Usually calm but gets mad at cheeky students and collars them. Supervises Equestrian Club.

Leona: “Teacher! There are students fighting in the cafeteria!” / “Leave’m alone, just let the idiots fight among themselves ‘til they’re done.” Ancient Curses professor. As long as you don’t go against the school rules, he’ll let anything slide. Surprisingly good at taking care of others. If you want to learn, he’ll teach you fairly. Supervises Magift/Spelldrive Club.

Azul: “Welcome, new students!/It’s nice to meet you, new students! I am your Alchemy instructor, Azul Ashengrotto. If you have any worries outside of class, such as in your daily lives, please feel free to come talk to me. I will offer a helping hand, just as the great Sea Witch would… fufufu.” Alchemy professor. Very kind despite being employed at NRC, so many freshmen fall for his scams. His desire to find people’s greatest weaknesses aside, he’s an excellent teacher. Supervises Board Game Club. Owns Mostro Lounge.

Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus as teachers

Kalim: “Let’s do an improv live for today’s class!” Musicology professor. Super energetic even in early morning classes. Frequently talks about Jamil; you end up learning about both music and Jamil in his classes. Supervises Light/Pop Music Club.

Vil: “Do you have any questions about the class?” Potionology professor. Beautiful. Every generation of Pomefiore students has a fan club for him, but every generation of Ignihyde students fears him. Also good at taking care of the students so he is popular with them (like Leona is). Supervises Film Research Club.

Idia: “Hey, prof!” / “Eh… me…?” No subject is listed. Mostly runs lessons remotely. The few times when he does show up on campus in-person, the students go nuts. “You’re a teacher, at least wear a suit.” — Riddle. “At least tie up your hair.” — Vil. Because Idia is too scared to disagree with either of them, he obeys. Advises Board Game Club. Feels like a completely different person when he plays with Azul.

Malleus: “Staying up so late again, child of man?” Subject is listed as ??? Always a wandering near Ramshackle at night. Students are scared of him, but he would gladly help with their studies if they asked. Supervises Gargoyle Studies Club (members: 0).

Azul's high school memories - Azul is asked about his time as a student. He recalls when Leona sanded his contracts, when he was kidnapped by S.T.Y.X., and when Malleus put him to sleep with disaster-level magic. His poor student can’t keep up with the insanity of his recollections.

Leona's mark (part 1) - a mob student asks Leona to doodle on their exam if they get a good grade (since their other teachers do this).

Staff meeting - due to reports of a strange light near Ramshackle at night, the teachers must take patrol shifts. Idia complains, Leona suggests the light is some troublesome student waving around a light stick. Idia is offended by the insinuation that he might be the guilty culprit. Kalim wants to see him with the light sticks. Riddle is mad they’re off-topic; Vil calms him. The truth is that Malleus is the source of the light. He wants to interact with students, but they run away from him.

Leona's mark (part 2) - mob student shares the doodle they got from Leona to others; the mobs are distracted by the thought of that doodle.

The reason why you were struggling to tell if your dream was real or not is because dreams are actually processed by the brain as though they were actual events that happened to us irl. Very interesting trivia!

I don't know if we can really accurately predict the future of Twst, but personally I wouldn't want a time loop. Setting aside me just not being a fan of that trope, I think it would be really pointless because it would regress the characters and/or keep them from further developing. That's never been what Twst has aimed for. We are meant to want to see these characters overcome their trauma and develop closer bonds with one another, not see them repeat the same mistakes over and over again. I also think that, with book 7 confirming the passage of time, Twst intends to slowly inch forward (recall that 7 books took us 5+ years to reach). They'll probably find some loopholes or ways to keep graduating characters around and/or introduce new characters into the main cast to keep it stacked. After all, events are always there to be non-canon to the main story and offer alternate paths. Yuu might honestly be trapped in Twisted Wonderland forever + take on a career as NRC staff or something just to keep them relevant in the narrative.