#but then he gets all cocky and flirtatious and bold

[platoapproved]

We were circling each other.

[ghostgirl101]

Hi!! Loved your post about Oliver Quick being obsessed. How about Farleigh being obsessed with you 👁️👁️👁️

Dating Farleigh Start Would Be Like This...

A/N: Pffft his face here is a whole mood 😭 I got a similar request for Felix too, so he's next 🙃 Dating headcanons coming right up, with a side order of freaking obsessive, naturally:

⚜️• I don't know what to say about this guy that isn't already shown in the pic 😏 he's a cocky, rude, arrogant flirtatious player who takes every opportunity and advantage to use to his best. Once something's caught his attention, it'll play on his mind and he'll get to it in his own way, because that's the Farleigh Start we know and love.

⚜️• You'll meet him at Oxford, maybe hanging out around his friends with Felix and the rest, maybe not. I think he'd be very much drawn to someone who's not like the girls he sees always running after Felix or trying to make him jealous when they don't have his attention. You be you, and when he uses a very bold and seemingly smooth line on you, give him a look of amusement and slight confusion, and he'll be stunned that you didn't fall all over him for his charms like he's used to.

⚜️• Farleigh just watches you leave for a solid minute in bewilderment and intrigue because the guy got kicked out of every school because of how he is, but apparently, you're not that easy? This is new...?

⚜️• Don't think Farleigh's just some rich prick playboy who has to pick on the smarter kids to stay in college though, because he's surprisingly smart, which wouldn't be a first guess based on the way he acts around people and mocks anyone who isn't anywhere in his circle of friends and social class with Felix. If you saw him reviewing essays and stuff with Oliver and the teacher near the beginning of the movie, you can see he knows his terminology and how to study to get good enough grades in class. The only reason he kept getting kicked out of schools was for messing around with the teachers. It's not like Farleigh's stupid, not at all, but there's no way he's going to work harder than he has to... which isn't that hard at all.

⚜️• So when he saunters over to you yet again with his familiar arrogant smirk and charm, offering you a drink while his eyes unsubtly trail up and down your figure in intrigue, and you smile in amusement and casually turn him down... 😑😐 (his face) and then realises that okay, he might have to work harder than he usually does, because there's something about you that's made him curious, Farleigh has to rethink for a second before trying to get you to tag along with him and his friends more often.

⚜️• If Felix doesn't ask you over to Saltburn for the holidays, Farligh will nag at him to do it, with seemingly no other reason than "you're hot" and "why not have a new face?" and whatever else he thinks up on the spot that's half earnest and true, and also because a big manor out in the country with private gardens is just the perfect place to take this person he's been mildly obsessing over for the past while to draw them in... Felix, say yes now, because boy won't take no for an answer.

⚜️• During the course of your stay and hanging out around Farleigh, you'll come to realise that he's actually not a total jackass and snob that fools around with any girl he thinks is hot enough. His ties with the Cattons are pretty fragile and complex, and there's a lot more to him than he'll ever really show. There's a lot of pressure in fitting in and matching Saltburn's aesthetic and definition, but if you're someone who's not completely used to all the wealth and standards and makes him feel more relaxed and accepted without a facade everyone seems to wear, you'll see more and more of what makes Farleigh, Farleigh.

⚜️• So well done to him for discovering that there's more to an aspiring relationship than just the sex and passion, there's communication and actually getting to know each other too 👏

⚜️• As you get properly closer, you'll see that the dude gets ridiculously jealous when any other guy or girl shows an interest in you that goes past platonic in his eyes. He's started arguments and fights before about lesser things, so don't think he won't tense up and his eyes won't narrow into an annoyed glare at whoever it is that's taking up too much of your time. Farleigh will probably finish it off by humiliating them in some way, smirking in amusement from his seat as he watches his efforts pay off, and shrug with a faux innocent look when you call him out on it.

⚜️• If Oliver Quick happens to be Felix's guest at Saltburn too, Farleigh's jealousy levels and possessiveness will spike too, along with a hint of protectiveness. Since he basically thought right from the beginning that there was something weird about Oliver - maybe not to the realistic point that's revealed, but enough to not have one friendly or lighthearted word for him - Oliver going to you for friendship or most likely something more will only motivate Farleigh to exclude him as much as he can from the rest of the group.

⚜️• I feel like Farleigh would grow to quickly love what it means to be in a committed and official relationship, when before he turned his nose up at the idea of being restrained to only one person instead of a fling, and not having to worry about telling each other things that go too deep. It seems to all come naturally with you, and he loves it; being a loud and gleefully obnoxious supporter when you're doing whatever club or sport or anything at all with half a crowd watching from the sidelines. Proud, smug boyfriend right in the front row taking an unnecessary amount of photos to put up on a wall in his room.

⚜️• Farleigh makes simping look good. 😎

⚜️• He'll take advantage of the money he gets to buy you as expensive things as he can get, smirking proudly when he remembers you talking about something you like to get you. Farleigh can absolutely be romantic if he tries, mostly when you're alone and he makes sure he's the first one to tell you he loves you, it'll be surprisingly heartfelt and sweet and vulnerable, and then you've officially, one hundred per cent, seen Farleigh Start for everything he really is, which isn't all bad at all.

⚜️• Big-time pda, and if you're not into that, tell him now, right now, because he's fairly shameless and won't think twice before showing off to his friends by making out with you at uncalled moments, or being more subtle and sweet by having his arm naturally around your shoulders when you're watching a movie or at some social event. Big handholder as well; walking to and from class, alone, in public, doesn't make a difference to him.

⚜️• His jealousy factors into his affection outside sometimes, not that he doesn't trust you, but Farleigh definitely isn't the only player around, and when you're at Saltburn with Felix, he might find himself being frustratedly insecure that you'll be drawn to him because... well, it's Felix, and everyone loves Felix. So when you show that you're not interested at all and it's Farleigh you're dating, duh, he'll chill out a bit after being clingy for a day or two.

⚜️• I will say that even though I don't write smut, it's gotta be obvious that you'll have more than enough going on behind closed doors, because it's Farleigh, and he likes you a lot, so... yeah, brace yourself 😏

⚜️• All I'm gonna say, though, is watch out for Oliver Quick, who's most likely watching it all with that familiar longing and envy of having such a close and strong relationship with someone beautiful and unique, who seems to fit in with the rest of the family just by being you. He's going to. want it, really want it, and whether he gets it or not is a matter of luck and dark fate.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Could I make a request for your autumn picnic? 😊

1. "I fall for you a little more every autumn." With a Charlie Dalton x fem!reader?

thank you so much for participating, love!!

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍

The crisp autumn air filled the campus of Welton Academy, a blend of oranges, yellows, and reds carpeting the ground like a cozy quilt. The days were getting shorter, the mornings chillier, but none of that mattered as you walked through the falling leaves with none other than Charlie Dalton.

"Do you ever get tired of this, Dalton?" you teased, kicking at a pile of leaves. The crunch beneath your boots was oddly satisfying, and the colors of the trees overhead were too beautiful to ignore. You tugged your coat tighter against the breeze, your fingers brushing the scarf Charlie had insisted on wrapping around your neck earlier, despite your protests. It was annoyingly cute, the way he smirked at you as if he always knew what was best.

"Tired of what?" he asked, his voice light, almost amused. His hands were shoved casually into his coat pockets as he walked beside you, keeping just close enough that your shoulders brushed every few steps. "Being the most dashing young man in all of Welton? Being your favorite person? No, I could never tire of that."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "My favorite person? Bold claim, Dalton. Last I checked, you were still competing with Todd and Neil for that spot."

Charlie’s grin widened. "Please, Anderson’s too shy to even ask you for the time, and Neil’s got his head stuck in a Shakespeare play. Meanwhile, I’m the one taking you on romantic autumn strolls. I think I win."

"You’re lucky I let you take me anywhere, Charlie," you said, bumping your shoulder against his a little harder. His flirtatious banter always left you feeling warm inside, like the golden sun filtering through the trees around you. But you weren’t about to give in that easily—Charlie Dalton was insufferably cocky, and you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much you liked it.

"Hey, you know you love it," Charlie teased, leaning closer. "Admit it, this—" he gestured to the scenery and your scarf, now fully owned by his scent— "is the perfect autumn date. And I’m the perfect autumn date companion."

"Says the guy who almost tripped on his own feet five minutes ago," you shot back, arching an eyebrow. "Real smooth."

"Only because I was distracted by how stunning you look in this light." He said it with that casual grin, but there was a genuine warmth in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. Charlie could be a flirt, but moments like this? You knew he meant them.

"You’re such a flirt, Dalton," you sighed dramatically, but the smile on your face betrayed you.

"Only with you," he replied, voice softer now, more sincere. He reached out, brushing a leaf from your hair gently. "I fall for you a little more every autumn, you know that?"

Your heart stuttered, and for once, you were speechless. But Charlie, in true Charlie fashion, wiggled his eyebrows mischievously before adding, "And I’m pretty sure you’re falling for me, too."

"Don’t push your luck," you shot back, but your tone was light, teasing, and you didn’t move away when his fingers lingered near your cheek.

Charlie leaned closer, his breath warm against your cold cheek. "Too late. I already know."

"Do you now?" you challenged, lips curving upward as you tilted your chin defiantly. His flirtations always left you flustered, but you were never one to back down.

"Yeah." His voice dropped, and for a second, the world around you—the falling leaves, the rustling breeze, the far-off laughter of the other boys—seemed to fade. It was just the two of you, standing beneath the golden canopy of autumn, leaves crunching underfoot. His eyes flicked down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again. "And I know you’re thinking about kissing me."

You scoffed, but your cheeks burned at how accurate he was. "You think too highly of yourself, Dalton."

"Maybe. Or maybe I just know you better than you think," he said with a wink.

Before you could sass him again, a gust of wind blew a pile of leaves right into your faces. You sputtered, pulling the scarf tighter around yourself while Charlie burst out laughing, the sound rich and contagious.

"Alright, universe, I get it," you grumbled, but you couldn’t stop laughing either.

Charlie shook his head, brushing leaves off his coat. "Okay, okay. The leaves are telling me to stop talking. But I’ll leave you with this—" He caught your hand, spinning you around playfully as if you were in some grand ballroom.

You giggled as he spun you under his arm and pulled you back close, his face inches from yours. "Next time, no leaves. Just you and me."

You tilted your head, smirking. "I’ll think about it."

But as Charlie smiled that crooked, charming grin, you knew you were already planning your next date together.

[imagine--if]

Hi may i ask for a niragi dating headcannons? Thank you (^-^)

Btw, I love your work

A/N: Thank you so much ☺️ I’ve been wanting to write for you all sooner, but my laptop charger decided to stop working, so I’ve been a little restricted with working and basically did this on a different computer because it’s literally impossible for me to type everything on my tiny phone screen ��� Anyways, enjoy!! Requests are closed now but I’ll be able to answer every one that’s come in for you in the meantime 🤍

Warnings: Mentions of suggestive stuff (hickeys ☺️) and violence… is Niragi a whole warning himself lol

Quick note: These headcanons are personalised slightly since I absolutely hate how he acts with Usagi (you know what I mean 😐) so let’s say he’s more of a decent person than how he’s portrayed in some scenes 😅♥️

🖤 Dating Niragi Includes… 🖤

🤍• Aaaaghhhh it’s the strutting bully in black and white who is almost as crazy possessive with you as Banda would be 😵‍💫 have fun, because once he notices that you didn’t shy away in disgust from his bold flirtatious advances and returned his attention back at the Beach, take him, boy’s yours 😂

🤍• These headcanons are typically set in Season 2, but before the fire and Niragi’s presumed death when it all burned down, with time and privacy, you somehow found the soft side of the victim-turned-bully who desperately wants you to believe that he’s a powerful, intimidating bad boy.

🤍• Jealous jealous jealous 💀 especially with Chishiya; if the smug blonde looks at you for a moment too long with that raised brow and observant eyes? He gets Niragi’s rifle shoved into his face with a barrel of insults and threats. Because deep down, he’s still vulnerable and doesn’t want anyone turning your head or seeing that he’s not done fearless trigger happy guy, he’s just Niragi.

🤍• And if you end up telling him when you’re alone that you only want Niragi, he has to a take a second to not cry. 🥲 Still, when it’s not just you two together where he lets his walls come down, he’ll persist on showing off by declaring how he dedicates his wins in games to you or something. All the survivors nod in confirmation with wide eyes at you when you question it in amusement.

🤍• He’s not one at all to back down from PDA, since subtlety is not Niragi’s strong suit, but if you’re not comfortable with him leaving massive hickeys for the world to see and his tongue down you’re throat in wide open public… yeah, okay, a roll of his eyes but he’ll tone it down and keep an arm slung around your shoulder.

🤍• He likes you playing around with his rifle, which is a wonder, since anyone else who gets too close to it has it snatched away and pointed right in their face 😅 but Niragi’s surprisingly quiet when it’s just you two in your room, him sitting behind you and playing thoughtfully with your hair, or guiding your hands absentmindedly, while you look over the weapon’s triggers and material. Occasionally his head drops in the crook of your neck with a tired pout and he gets fed up of your attention being on it instead of him, which could lead to… well, him having your full attention 😉

🤍• But after the Beach burns down and Niragi’s presumed dead, it leaves you to stick with Arisu and his group while you stay quieter than usual, watching the colours of lovebites fade from your skin over the days and your mind drifting to the cocky bastard who you’ve seen cling to you at night, neither of you saying a word about it but just letting it happen. Being the only comfort to each other, the only person in possibly years that Niragi’s let, in or even loved.

🤍• So when you see him at that evaporation game, or threatening Chishiya and Arisu with his gun, it’s a wave of relief and tears that makes him forget what he’s doing and hold onto you like he’d never let go again 🥹 he keeps saying he’s sorry, over and over, cradling you so tight you have to tell him that you can’t breathe

🤍• However, because of what happened at the Beach, he’s now terrified all over again about you hating him because of the burns on his face, so when you assure him that you don’t care and that you’re only glad he’s still alive, he’ll get that urge to break down and cry again 🥺

🤍• He’s still as arrogant and headstrong as he was before in games and with people, but a little weaker. You’re basically his nurse, cus the dude spits blood 😶 and him being him teases about that, but really, he wants to make sure he’s strong enough to carry on and get you both safe back in the real world, where he can look out for you instead of the other way around, and be a proper kind of couple

🤍• Niragi is increasingly protective now too, since he already lost you once. There’s no way he’ll let it happen again, and it’s hard to convince him to let you do things in games without him doing it all for you with you behind him. He means well, obviously, but it can be a bit overbearing sometimes 😅

🤍• All in all, once Niragi’s in love, he’s in love, and he won’t let you go. He’s actually a really great, passionate lover, all violent cray-cray traits aside - they’re never directed at you anyway, never - and there won’t be a day that goes by where you can’t tell.

🤍• I might have to write an imagine about this now 🥹 gotta love Niragi 💕

[taste-of-the-divine]

ꕤ | Who's Begging Now? | Vax'ildan

— VOX MACHINA : cockysubby!vax'ildan x fdom!reader

✩ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀: ​you put vax'ildan in his place, pretty little noises and all. ✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: drabble, 1.2k words ✩ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: vax'ildan recieves + reader gives : dubcon, somnophelia, overstimulation, humiliation, degredation, deep throat, sex drugs, messy spit/saliva, begging to cum, orgasm denial/edging, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, aftercare // reader recieves + vaildan gives: deepthroat on vax's cock, gagging, humiliation outside the bedroom, being called ma'am.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙀: this was supposed to be way shorter but i got carried away but likes and reblogs are super appreciated :’)

𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘝𝘖𝘟 𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘈 | 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛 & 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘚 | 𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘌

vax’ildan has been acting out of line lately— he’s bold, flirtatious, he’s always been so— but something’s changed, you can feel it. he’s gotten cocky. he talks back a little more now, he intentionally towers over you when you sit at the end of the bed. he pushes you to your knees now, too, places his cock on your lips and cheeks and smears it over those plump lips of yours that he loves so much— ah, correction: that he loves fucking, ramming, bruising, so much, with the base of his heavy cock. the feeling of his pubes tickling your lips and you gagging at the same is a familiar one— so much so that dick nuzzling isn’t practical anymore.

he enjoys being in charge; you enjoy letting him think he’s in charge. but now he’s getting too cocky— you hear him bragging to scanlan, grog, pyke, gilmore, anyone that would listen, about how he forces you to the floor, how you turn into putty in his hands, how you beg for him to fuck you like you want no one else’s cock but his.

but you know it’s all a fucking lie. what a pathetic piece of shit. fucker needs to be put in his place, so the next morning, right before he wakes up, you find secure cuffs for his wrists and ankles from somewhere in the house. he’s still sleeping but his cock is throbbing under the thin fabrics of his boxers, leaking precum at the tip. you mouth at him through the boxers first, and then you pull him free and take his whole cock into your mouth.

he wakes with a groan, tugs on the handcuffs. how fucking pathetic. fitting for you, you say, lifting off his cock. he’s incredibly hard, his hips bucking involuntarily, looking for the warm wet of your mouth and his mind is muddled, foggy, can only think about cumming. you drugged his drink the night before, just an aphrodisiac. he had a lesson to learn, and you had to teach him, all means necessary.

you jerk his cock— he moans and tugs at the cuffs— until his balls are tight and he goes light headed from how much blood is pumping through it, keeping it big and heavy. the veins pop angry and blue and purple, throbbing in your hand. his cock is as much of a drooling mess of precum over your fingers as is he is— head rolled back, lips parted, panting and begging you to drag your hands on the underside because that’s all he needs to cum. you don’t, because he forgot to say please, so instead, he says your name in prayer as his eyes goes crossed when you let your spit dribble down your chin and slide onto his sensitive cock head. you love watching him like this, love watching his body spasm and jerk at every touch, watching that his stupid fucked out face and that stupid fucked our brain trying to ask for something he won’t get. his whimpers are starting to sound like crying, voice climbing in pitch. his skin is flushed so, so, so pretty, you tell him this, between scolding him and asking him who’s the one begging to cum now? who’s the one that’s desperate? im going to tell the others about how utterly embarrassing you are.

he knows his answers to these questions, cries, me, me, me, I’m desperate to cum, please, ma’am, please— please don’t tell the others, please please, i’m sorry— and then suddenly your hand are wrapped around his throat and he knows he just fucked up. his eyes are wide, taking in your pissed off and disgusted face, and he can’t help but almost cum from how ashamed he feels. his dick throbs against his stomach, but you keep your eyes on him. i wasn’t asking, you stupid pet, you spit in his face. and that name, his favorite name that you use to put him into his place— it’s enough to make him go over the edge with fluttering eye lids as his mouth falls open, panting like a dog and making broken vocal sounds as his hips go taught and he cums. his head feels like there’s a million stars in there wanting to burst right out of his cock, and his cock needs friction while he cums because even though he’s cumming it isn’t isnt enough to get rid of the aphrodisiac that makes his balls aching to cum again. he looks at you, a whimpering mess with tears in his eyes, begging with them for you to do something, to make this go away, please I need to cum again, he says with his hazel irises.

you take mercy on him, he seems to have learned his lesson— you grip his cock in your hand an pump once, and like that, he folds in on himself as much as his bound limbs let him, a cry forming from his chest as he cums a second time, this time so much incredibly harder than the first that he almost goes unconscious twice throughout it. his eyes are white, he can’t even breathe, hips and cock twitching into and in your hand as you smear his cum over his sensitive tip. eventually his chest fills with air, but his face looks like he'd been properly fucked in the ass even though you've only used your hands and mouth. so pathetic.

when you’re done with the fun you’re having with him, you leave him there, bound to the frame of the bed slick in his own sweat. he learned his lesson, so after a few minutes, you come back with a glass of water and some fresh snacks from the kitchen. you take his bruised wrists and ankles out of the cuffs, massaging the cuts and kissing them better, cuddling him as he stirs awake from his sex haze. you kiss him, remind him that he’s yours, you love him, but firmly tell him he has no place lying about who’s desperate in the bedroom. he nods his face into your chest, tears welling in the corners of his eyes that you kiss away, whispering in his ear that you love him all the same. his arms wrap around your waist tighter, muttering that he loves you too, thank you, thank you, thank you ma’am, i won’t do it again.

© copyright @taste-of-the-divine 2023 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘝𝘖𝘟 𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘈 | 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛 & 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘚 | 𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘌

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

RECOMe again?

The reader must navigate interacting with their fellow recoms despite having betrayed them as a human! Does anyone know their secret?

Chapter 1, 2

Notes: Y/N (Your name), Y/LN (Your last name), na'vi dialogue in bold, fic will contain swearing, violence, NSFW NOW IN THIS CHAPTER, reader's bits are not specified, penetration.

If there are any specific triggers people would like warned for let me know (^・ω・^ )

Eventual miles x reader, with some lyle x reader and a lil zdog x reader

Its Lyle time babies! _(:з)∠)_

This chapter was difficult to write so it's a little short, but already workin on no. 4!

Tag list: @buzzing-honeybee @lazyassmermaid @secretflowerobservation @hihhasotherfixations @perseny @ratchetprime211 @symptoms-of-moonlight

Chapter 3

You were still dripping, pacing back and forth in your room. You should shower, get into some warm clothes but your mind was racing. You felt like a shark, if you stopped moving you'd be dead. They were gonna interrogate Spider using the machines downstairs, if he let slip you'd helped you were done for. Worse than that the poor kid was being tortured and there was no way you could intervene while keeping your cover.

There was no knock, Lyle just came in. There was no hint of humor on his face as he closed the door, locking it. You'd frozen, paused mid stride. You were feeling a lot like a deer in headlights. He stared you down, eyes colder than you felt.

"Look, I know what you did back there." He glanced down, not able to maintain eye contact. You continued to stare, Lie.

"What?" Lie better! You couldn't think of what to say, you instead focused on breathing, slow and steady. Your tail swished gently, not fully hinting at the fear that flooded your mind, keeping a more curious rhythm. His eyes met your again, brows furrowed in anger.

"You know what I mean! I know you've always had a little soft spot for them and they were kids too so that's gotta make it worse but this isn't like before with your scientist buddies. Things are different now and if they catch you going soft... I dunno but I don't want that." Your ears perked, he didn't actually know the full extent of things. You could play this. You walked forward, letting your fingers graze down from his biceps to his hands. He shuddered under your touch, eyes closing.

"Y/n... just promise to be careful huh? Just stick to orders." He lent forward, placing his forehead to yours and rubbing them together. You'd never seen Lyle so soft? Your heart fluttered a little, his normal cocky flirtatious attitude melted away.

"I promise. It was stupid, your right." You reassured him. Keep him quiet and you just might be able to keep this up until you could get away with Spider. He took a hand from yours cupping your cheek, his features a smoothed out, a light smile gracing his lips again. Lyle's tail swished eagerly behind him, that musky smell wafting off his skin.

"Quaritch's dealing with the kid right now, be heading out again tomorrow. I've got a little time. God you're freezing" His other hand snaked around your back, pulling you gently against him. You hummed against him, enjoying his warmth. You tilted his head up, looking him right in the eye as his darted to your parted lips.

You weren't sure who moved first but you were kissing him and he was kissing you back. He dug fingers through your hair, tugging it a little. You moaned into his mouth, giving him room to slip his tongue past your lips. You'd kissed him before but he felt more desperate now, feverish in his need to touch all of you. His hands never stopping roaming and pinching and groping.

You felt a pang of guilt again, you betrayed him once, and you were going to do it again. Still you couldn't help being caught up in this moment and you let it sweep you away.

You walked him back to the desk chair.

"Sit." You spoke firmly but there was a coy smile across your lips. He did so immediately, tail practically wagging behind him. You smirked at his obedience, climbing into his lap, knees either side of his thighs. It was a tight fit, the desk chair had been made big enough for a na'vi, one na'vi.

His hands were back on you, roaming and gripping, pushing you down into his obvious bulge. You took his wrists, pulling away from his mouth, be actually whined. You placed his hands firmly on the arm rests of the chair.

"Hands here." You wondered if he'd obey again. You were drunk on the idea of having this much power over your commanding officer, the image of Quaritch like this briefly flashing in your mind. You cast thoughts of him aside, he'd never go for you and he'd never let you do this. Lyle sat patiently as you ran your hands down his chest, his stomach, round the hem of his shorts. He stiffened, bucking slightly, trying to get more contact.

You lent forward, kissing him lazily, as your pushed his shorts down. His already erect member bounced free, pressing against your stomach as you pulled away from his kiss. His face followed momentarily before his eyes fluttered opened to watch what you'd do.

You pulled your top over your head, watching as his pupils dilated and his breath hitched. Another wave of that musky smell hit you, it was intoxicating. You moaned a little, pulling you trousers and pants off together and began rubbing yourself. Lyle's hands were there immediately, attempting to take over the task. You swatted them away, still wanting to test his resolve.

"Hands where?" They immediately went back to grip the arm rests. His eyes were so dark you could hardly make out the slight honey yellow of his iris.

"Good boy, don't make me repeat myself." He whined again, hips raising up but quickly stilling. Maybe worried you'd punish him? The thought amused you a little. All the responsibility of second in command out there but in here, he just wanted told what to do.

You continued to rub yourself, letting out breathy moans in his ears, letting him kiss at your jaw and neck. You reached under yourself, gripping the base of his cock in your hand. He was thicker than you'd imagined and you worried about how he'd fit but between the musk and his moans you could think of nothing else than having him inside of you.

You lined him up, sinking down, inch by painful inch. You hissed slightly, feeling him stretch you but as you reached the base it'd already began to feel good. A slick of your own had formed and helped as you eased yourself back up his length before slapping right back down again. He groaned, begging you to go faster, pleads and compliments rolling endlessly out of his mouth.

You obliged, bouncing in his lap, chasing your own high. You could feel a knot forming, your own pleasure mounting higher and higher. Your own moans now drowning out his incoherent rambling. You could heard a creaking sound somewhere distant but ignored it, instead focusing on the delightful feeling flooding your senses.

You came hard, muscles twitching, feeling lightheaded, clenching so tightly around Lyle that he could barley keep it together. You continued to ride him through your own orgasm and with a sudden cracking sound he growled his own into your neck.

Your own head rolled limply on his shoulder, lolling to the side to look down to the arm rests. Your eyes widened. You looked up, twisting to see the other was the same. He'd broken them both, cracked and splintered plastic sharply jagging out from where they'd connected to the chair. You couldn't help but laugh a little, Lyle groaned a little as you did.

"Feels funny while I'm still in you." He smiled, pressing his sweaty forehead to your own.

"You can move your hands again." You smiled, suddenly feeling a little nervous in his lap. He smirked, running his hands down your back before placing them under your ass. He stood, lifting you up with him, slipping out of you as he walked over to your bed. He lay down, keeping you straddled across him. You smiled, flopping your head down onto his chest.

"Think we can go again a few more times before 0600?"

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You didn't end up 'going again', both too exhausted from the day. You barley managed to get up and showered before you were supposed to meet Quaritch and the others at the hanger.

Zdog had caught up with you, jogging lightly to get there on time. She'd tilted her head at you, before a nasty smirk crossed her face.

"Oh you better do your buttons up private l/n, wouldn't want anyone else seeing those." She gestured to your neck and you flushed, mentally cursing yourself for letting Lyle latch on to it last night. You quickly pulled you collar up, strapping the coms in place and hoping it'd hide the worst of it.

"No judgement here! We all got our needs." Zdog continued giggling at your distress.

The roll call and mission plan went rather awkwardly. You couldn't help but feel the others watching you. Mansk and Prager had quickly turned away when you'd entered the room, laughing to themselves. You glared at their backs before turning your head to Lyle, he held his hands up but he looked guilty as hell. Oh he'd told them! Anger burned in your chest, it'd always been a private thing you two had shared before. You assumed that it would've stayed that way but obviously he'd blabbed.

To make it worse you were pretty sure it'd gotten to Quaritch too, who seemed unable to look at you the whole meeting. You stewed on the chopper, Zdog squeezing your knee but keeping her mouth shut now. Lyle for his part seemed to feel bad about it, tail and ears flopped low the whole ride. He hid up front from your glares, beside a tense looking Quaritch.

Spider was a pleasant distraction. Constantly trying to touch things and getting tugged back to his seat by your increasingly aggravated Colonel.

"Sit kid, he means it when he says he'll smack you." You spoke softly to him, tugging him down onto the seat opposite yours. His eyes darting to the still yellow bruising around your eye. He gulped a little, fidgeting before turning back to you.

"Do they speak na'vi?" Spider asked, looking conspiratorially between you and the others. You rolled your eyes, you'd have to teach him to be more subtle.

"Poorly but yes, so keep quiet." Quaritch's ears perked, he turned from whatever conversation he'd been having with the pilot to look at you too.

"If we're going down there I need my stripes back, the animals respect me if I have them" You knew what he was talking about. The kid had been painted with stripes like the ones that now crossed your own body. They'd actually packed some kind of body paint for the kid but you suppose it'd be hard to apply yourself.

"No worries, sit down here, I'll help." He grinned up at you before catching himself, and nodding muttering a thanks. You figured it'd still take some time to fully gain his trust. He'd fallen only to find himself back as a captive, though his free family must have softened his opinion of you somewhat.

During the process you brushed a particularly sensitive rib causing Spider to knock the paint up. A small splash hit your face and top. His face went pale and he'd began apologizing when you'd grabbed his sides to tickle him further. Only stopping when Quaritch's head whipped round, you both stilled immediately, him sighing and turning away again.

You looked to Spider who was now barely holding in a laugh. You smirked, flicking paint from your fingers at his mask. He barked out, clamping his mouth shut when Quaritch turned again, irritation across his face. You kept your face plane, cocking your head. He said nothing, but didn't fully turn back.

Lyle was smiling over at you clearly enjoying seeing you smiling again. You let your features drop when you met his eyes, his ears tipping he turned away.

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It was most a days hike before you'd set up camp in a clearing. Spider seemed to stick somewhere between yourself and Quaritch at all times. He'd lightened enough to joke about the Colonel's poor language skills and lack of knowledge of the forests. Quaritch seemed to have taken this on board. Even though his attitude sounded dismissive he was clearly listening to his kid.

Your eyes followed them around the makeshift camp, Spider oscillating between eager to talk and trying to real himself in. It'd be almost sweet if it didn't break your heart to watch. The kid was clearly starving for attention, maybe being the human of the family wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Lyle flopping down next to you. You scowled again.

"Aww buttercup don't look at me like that!" He bumped against your arm lightly.

"I'm not your buttercup asshole." You spat, it'd do you better to keep him sweet on you but you were pissed. "Just some slut you got some with, go brag about it again!" You kept your voice low but you could see Zdogs ears twitching across the fire, ready to come to your aid if things sounded bad.

"Aww come on it wasn't like that!" Lyle kicked a twig towards the flames, ears pulled down. You caught to stinging scent, you recognized it, shame. You looked him in the eyes again, urging him to go on.

"Apparently I smelt like you. I promise I didn't say a word, they just saw your neck and...."

"Alright I get it. Maybe ease off the hickeys next time." You nudged him.

"Next time?" He grinned down at you, you scoffed, pushing his chest. With a loud whoop he tumbled over onto his back, you laughing loudly at him.

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As night drew in Spider made his way to your side. He shifted uncomfortably next to you, trying to sleep on his side but the mask kept digging into his jaw. The rest where asleep, bar Mansk who'd taken first watch. Spider's eyes opened again, seeing that you were still awake as well.

"I can't sleep." His voice was barely audible even with his closeness.

"Me neither. I wanted to ask you something." Spider nodded, face falling ever so slightly. "How'd I die?"

Spider stilled suddenly, holding his breath. His eyes shifted away and he shifted around, he hummed slightly. Seeing how uncomfortable the topic made him you decided to shift your question.

"Sorry that's maybe a bit much, did you know me?" You were still desperate for something but this question seemed more appropriate. Spider looked at you again, face more relaxed.

"Yeah, a little. I don't think you like me much." Spider seemed sheepish now, keeping his eyes from yours.

"Really? huh, that surprises me." It was strange to think you'd have not liked a little toddler. You'd never been big on babies but you weren't mean to them, not enough to have made that big of an impression. You must have changed a lot in the few weeks after the copy was made.

"It does?" Spider looked back at you now, something painfully hopeful in his eyes.

"Yeah, your a great kid, anyone would be proud to have you in their lives." You thought back to what you'd heard from his interrogation. He was brave, loyal what he must have been like as an infant to set you against him was beyond you. He seemed stunned, just nodding a little before turning to face the stars. You followed suit, trying to spy the constellation Earth was nestled in. You'd never regretted coming to Pandora but you did wish it hadn't have changed you so much. You shifted trying to make your tail feel more comfortable. Your eyes growing too heavy to continue your search, you let sleep seep into you.

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Just my curiosity, if they meet an Umbra Witch (like Bayonetta, if you know who she is), how they would be? They would be also go on a date maybe in the future?

Anon, thank you for the ask. It was so fun to think about how Bayonetta of all people would interact with the Slender Brothers.

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Bayonetta would be any slenderbeing's dream.

She has amazing magical ability and fighting skills AND she's tall and undeniably attractive. Plus, from my (admittedly hazy) memories of the games, Umbra Witches are born into their abilities which means in my AU they would be raised in cryptid society and better regarded than a human that was turned into a cryptid.

Slenderman

She's probably a bit...much...for him at first. There's no barrier to a relationship on behalf of her species since she's undeniably powerful but in their first interactions he's put off by her mannerisms. She's unabashedly confident, bold, flirty and adventurous but he categorizes that as cocky, unable to take anything seriously, improper and simple to name a few. But all of that is disproven the more he's around her. He gains a begrudging respect for her that develops into exasperated affection. From there it could continue to romantic feelings and eventually a relationship if Bayonetta plays her cards right. But I think he's just too much of a stuffy workaholic for her to put in the effort, though she will always enjoy teasing him however she can.

Offenderman

They are the Dynamic Duo.

He's always trying to get her into bed but despite her flirtation she never lets it happen. It's a game between them.

In between all of the playful flirting from both of them they have the best time. Bayonetta is probably one of the few people who can keep up with Offender's fun-loving lifestyle so they invite each other on tons of crazy adventures and not-so crazy activities. They become the best drinking buddies and great friends.

Bayonetta can get into any of his clubs anytime she wants free of charge and all the employees think they're dating but they're technically not. They may go on 'dates' but they don't think of each other as partners.

Trenderman

He is enamored by her.

Her looks and the design of the clothes that she makes herself are inspirational. That alone gives Bayonetta a lot of good will from him. He enjoys designing outfits for her, dressing her up and using her as a model and I can see Bayonetta enjoying all of that very much. However, they also enjoy speaking with each other. She's confident, bold, witty and fun and he matches that energy.

Between the engaging conversations and their passions for fashion they become great friends and there's a possibility that Trender develops an attraction to her. If he does, he'll reciprocate her flirting one day and I could see Bayonetta being receptive which leads to them being intimate.

But even if that plays out I doubt it leads to a long-term, serious, romantic relationship. Bayonetta sleeps with him not because she sees a life with him (though she does like him) but because sex with a slenderbeing that she can trust excites her (all those tendrils~) and she gets nothing from denying her curiosity (like the satisfaction she gets from toying with Offender). Trender is just too busy and work-obsessed to keep up with Bayonetta's adventurous lifestyle in the long term and they both knew this from the get-go.

Splendorman

A bashful, blushing virgin around her. Even though Bayonetta dials down the flirtatious attitude around him it's much more frequent and obvious than he's used to receiving.

Bayonetta finds him cute. She enjoys his kind nature and spending time with him is refreshing. She'll smile and laugh as he babbles to her over tea and sweets and she loves spending time with him in his meadow.

To animals, children and those in need she's gentle and kind and I can see Splendor appreciating and respecting that.

However, Bayonetta enjoys fighting and I can't see that changing regardless of which universe she's dropped in or who she's dating. That would be a major point of concern for Splendor and he'd be quietly disapproving of her more violent pastimes. In addition, Bayonetta finds Splendor more innocent than she would like in a partner and knows he would be uncomfortable trying to keep up with her adventurous lifestyle.

Therefore, nothing happens beyond Bayonetta giving Splendor the occasional friendly kiss on the cheek.

Willow

Willow is only attracted to men I'm afraid, so things don't work out.

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Summary: The clubbing scene wasn't anything new to Lando, and the multitude of women at his feet wasn't anything new either. What was new was the way his eyes drew to just one single point in the room. He wasn't the type to approach a woman, but the way you moved had him captivated and it seemed everyone wanted a piece of you yet no one could have you—and Lando was determined to be the first to bite. He didn't know it but your intentions were just as elusive. Or in which, Lando thinks you're enthralling and you think he's bold; and he doesn't know it but you're a lot quicker than him, obviously.

Pining, Mutual attraction, MORE Pining, Alude to Smut. Note: this is yet another re-upload after I stupidly deleted my last two posts. Fotunately, this one is edited despite how mad I was that I needed to do it again.

This club he had been so looking forward to tonight was quickly becoming a red blur of flashing lights and a continuous shrill of pounding bass. It was a familiar scene in which Lando had drifted through countless times before, a scene he was eager to engage in yet again after a long week of work. But tonight, he was only vaguely aware of the friends that had accompanied him here like he usually would be, because his attention had narrowed to a single point on the dance floor.

That point was you, a glowing sight of swaying thighs and rolling hips. He'd spotted you early on in the evening, just about as soon as he had stepped in and downed his first round of drinks when he noticed you caught up in the middle of what he assumed was your group of friends. Your laughter had cut through the blaring song like a melody all in its own and he had to admit that when he spot you, the way you sung every lyric like the playlist was your own was captivating.

You were undoubtedly the center of gravity in this club right now, everything and everyone just seemed to gravitate towards you as if you were a magnet; your girlfriends, other girls who seemed to want to dance with you too, men who were eager to test their chances with you, even the music seemed to follow the sway of your body. 

The way you moved with a confidence so rarely executed so effortlessly was hard to ignore, and each step and roll of your hips was obviously drawing more than just his own eyes. He had seen the multitude of men attempting their best pick up lines on you, watching intently as one by one each guy tried to approach you—some with drinks in hand, others with cocky grins plastered on their faces, some even tried to jump straight to physicality—but you turned them all away. Sometimes it was with a polite smile and a shake to your head, and other times it was with a sharp look that would make them retreat almost as fast as they’d come, and then you would quickly go back to dancing with your girls like it never happened. It was a sight to see, the way you handled yourself and brushed them off so effortlessly, like you had no time for their attempts to impress you.

And maybe you didn’t. Maybe you were here just to enjoy a night out with your girls, no interruptions, no distractions. Maybe you had someone waiting for you at home, someone who wouldn’t appreciate the attention you were getting tonight. There were so many reasons he could make justifying his own lack of attempts at impressing you, thoughts that swirled in Lando’s mind which fed his hesitation and kept him rooted in his own circle of friends because similarly, he’d spent the night brushing away a flurry of women of his own. Women who would approach him with flirtatious grins, asking for photos, trying to strike up conversations that all felt the same.

It wasn’t the first time, and he knew it definitely wouldn’t be the last, but tonight the empty conversations were wearing on him more than usual. So he resorted to staying in the VIP area behind the red ropes where no one else could attempt to approach him, and ironically enough he was now debating on if he should attempt to approach you. He felt guilty for it because he knew how it felt to not be left alone, having no one get the hint that you just wanted your privacy and it was yet another reason he kept himself out of your space.

He knew how that felt, and the same routine over and over again was exhausting. The initial spark of interest that quickly faded when they realized he wasn’t going to take the part of the flashy driver they expected him to play. Lando wasn’t interested in being just another notch in some random girls belt or a name to drop later to brag about with friends. And as he watched you fend off the advances of other guys with a self assured ease he only wished he could replicate, he felt a mix of curiosity and maybe just a hint of challenge spark within him. You already had something in common. So, what would it take to stand out to someone like you, who seemed to not care about a body to grind against or an arm to grab onto? Would you see right through all the superficial charm his title seemed to initially come with? 

He wasn’t the type to get nervous—at least not usually. He was a Formula 1 driver for god's sake, he could truly have any girl he pleased whenever he pleased, and he’d never really been rejected before either. But watching you so confidently handle every advance with a beaming smile that never seemed to falter had him second guessing himself. What if you really just weren’t interested? What if you were just looking for a quiet night with your friends, far from the eyes and hands of strangers? The last thing he wanted was to intrude on that and have to become just another guy you had to wave off.

But there was something in the way you laughed, something in the way your eyes danced under the lights as you moved your body with so much authority, that made it hard for him to look away and just forget about it. You were playing on his mind. Every time he turned back to focus on his mates, it was only a matter of time before he found himself leaning up against the banister and attending your curves with his greedy eyes once again. Lando wondered what that laugh you kept emitting would sound like up close and what those dark eyes would look like when they were focused on him, honed in on his sultry ones, attention directed at no one else. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized he really wanted to find out.

Still, lingering on the edge of the banister he hesitated, half-hidden by the shadowed alcove the VIP section seemed to provide, not confident in his chances of not being rejected. He hadn't even noticed it yet but Max had caught him staring for what must have been the hundredth time so far, and it was only when his best mate nudged him with a grin that he finally focused his whole attention on something other than you that night. “You gonna do something about that, or just stand there all night?”

The statement had Lando shaking his head and he swiftly threw a quick grin on his face, crossing his arms over his chest in hopes of playing the slight embarrassment of being caught off. “She’s not interested mate.” Lando replied, though even he had to admit the words sounded like an excuse even to his own ears.

Max rolled his eyes, the teasing glint in his gaze sharp. “You're a famous athlete mate.” But Lando’s face remained expressionless at the implications of his words, nothing but a quirk of an eyebrow in obvious contempt at his statement to express the disapproval he felt, and the act had Max laughing. “You’ll never know unless you try. What’s the worst that could happen? She says no? And you move on.” 

Max’s hand came up to slap the back of Landos neck, the jolt of the motion causing the contents of the cup in his right hand to slosh back and forth, spilling a bit of vodka redbull up the side of his arm where the slightest bit had stained the cuff of his white button up. Lando grimaced, sending a glare towards his best mate who only laughed at the irony of it all and turned away to continue dancing with P. 

“Be pissy all you want, but it’s me with the girlfriend, and you who’s struggling to talk to one girl at a club.”

And though he did not want to admit it, Lando knew Max was right, it just didn’t make it easier. Despite his extraverted tendencies, he was an introvert at heart and yes he had had his fair share of shy moments, sure, but this felt different. You felt different. Something about you drew him in so intensely and he just knew he had to at least try to talk to you. And yet, he could feel the moment slipping away, that small gap of confidence Max was pushing for closing, and he knew if he didn’t act soon he would go home regretting it.

Noticing the shift in expression, it was clear to Max that Lando was debating what his next move would be in that dense head of his, so he was sure to give his mate yet another nudge, one with just a little more force in hopes the pressure would translate into working brain cells in his skull. “Go on, Norris. She’s been turning dreary blokes away all night; maybe she’s waiting for someone who actually has something exciting to show for. And maybe a pair too.”

Lando let out a short laugh at his mates sharp words, shaking his head as the debate finally came to an end. “Fine, fine. I’m going.”

With one last glance at Max, who raised his drink in a mock salute, Lando finally pushed himself down the flight of stairs beyond the rope, his heart pounding a little harder as he threaded through the crowd with a slight hesitance, each step against the sticky ground bringing him closer to you in the middle of the dance floor. And even though a slurry of doubts still buzzed like an incessant drone in his mind, he couldn’t ignore that pull that had been drawing him toward you all night.

​​As he approached, his hazy vision grew attentive of how the lights seemed to illuminate the way your lips curled as you sang each lyric of the song you danced along with your friends to. Lando found himself wondering what it would take to make those lips curl at him for more then the few measly seconds you had given all the other striving men. There was something teasing about your smile, like you were in on a joke that the rest of the room wasn’t privy to and it urged his want to know more, maybe be in on that unspoken joke and coax that grin into something a little more personal, a little more directed at him.

As he walked, he used the time to think about what might catch your interest, what he might do or say to be the one to finally pull you from the lock your circle had on you tonight. Maybe it'd be a playful comment or a witty remark, or maybe it would just be the confidence to meet your gaze head on and see if you would hold it back. Just the idea of it sent a fragment of anticipation coursing through him, and he noticed that he was becoming less and less nervous as the thoughts began flowing, as if the thing pushing him forward was the thrill of the chase.

Soon enough he realized his legs had lead him to his newfound position directly behind you, and the moment he was close enough, he paused, watching with rapt attention as you swayed your hips to the beat with an almost mesmerizing precision, the movement of it all dragging your hair up and over your shoulder which consequently exposed the curve of your bare back to his hungry eyes. It was delightful to see. And almost a little intimidating because he found himself hesitating for just a second more.

There was something about you that made him want to get it right, to make sure he didn’t come off like just another guy with nothing to offer. The thought of misstepping, of him fumbling and you just brushing him off without a second thought like all the other times made his stomach twist with a nervousness he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He wasn’t used to this—this uncharacteristic overthinking and the knot in his stomach almost felt ridiculous considering he was someone who was more than used to high-stakes situations. Normally, he’d rely on instinct, a quick quip or a confident move to keep him propelling onwards, but you had him motionless; an unfamiliar feeling for a man who relied on always being in motion to stay alive; as they said, speed never killed anyone, it was suddenly becoming stationary that got you. And damn, you got him.

Just as he was about to settle on something even slightly choreographed in hopes to successfully pull your attention, one of your friends, the one directly in front which you had been dancing with, suddenly caught sight of him drawing in.

The girl didn’t say anything as Lando approached, but her eyes flickered up and over your shoulder from her spot, a motion that had her gaze locking onto his for a brief second and though it was an almost imperceptible movement, it sent a ripple of alarm coursing through the air. You had quickly taken notice of her redirected attention and he saw the way your posture slightly tensed, head turning just enough to glance back with curiosity and a hint of annoyance, as if you were already racking your brain in search of what you were gonna say this time to brush off yet another unwanted advance.

The moment hung in a balance between shock and acknowledgement, and for a split second, he considered maybe retreating, going back to his table with his tail tucked between his legs in defeat and letting you go on without disruption. But then he caught your eye, and something in your gaze—the flicker of what he thought may be recognition, or perhaps it was just surprise at seeing him so close—sparked the flame of courage he knew he needed.

Almost as soon as the moment happened, your expression shifted, your initial scowl softening into one of intrigue and he watched as your eyes traveled up and down his body shamelessly and boldly, taking the site of him in and he now couldn’t help but feel a little validated when you didn’t tell him to kick rocks. You didn’t turn away. Instead, you held his gaze with a teasing intensity and something akin to challenge, then slightly tilted your head as if assessing him, sizing him up with a mixture of amusement and intrigue swimming in your sultry eyes.

You were purposefully allowing your eyes to linger on him - he knew it, he could see it; eyeing him deliberately slow and taking in every detail with an almost tantalizing curiosity. He watched as your glossy lips curled into a provocatively pretty smile, as if you were daring him to make another move and now he was acutely aware of the way the club lights casted an alluring glow that highlighted the playful glint in your eyes. 

Frankly, your boldness had Lando weak. As hopeful as he was, he had truly expected a polite smile or a curt dismissal to be the outcome of his predicament, but instead, you held his gaze with a lightning look that had his pulse quickening. His heart felt as fast as it did when he was pushing his car over 300 kilometers an hour; and it was exhilarating. The way you held him in your gaze, combined with the effortless confidence in your stance created a tension that left him both exhilarated and a little breathless. It was a stark contrast to the usual, superficial attention he received which left him unsatisfied and bored, and it made this moment all the more intoxicating.

Your non verbal eye contact stretched for longer than he had anticipated in silence and it was like you were intentionally letting the seconds stretch, enjoying the play of power and allure you obviously held before finally, with a mischievous smirk, Lando watched as you leaned in slightly, your voice a low, teasing murmur. “Don’t worry, you’ve got my attention." Your voice was melodic. "Is that all you came here for?”

The question hung between you, heavy and provocative and Lando’s breath caught in his throat, a mix of surprise and exhilaration washing over him. With a playful glint in his eye and a hint of apprehension, he knew it was time to put one of his aforementioned plans into execution, and so he extended his hand toward you, palm face up, open and inviting. His eyes met yours in a silent challenge and an invitation rolled into one and the directness of your challenge lingered as he found himself stepping closer, the heat of your proximity almost too much to bear. 

“Apparently I'm the first of the night so I’d say it’s a pretty good start,” he said, his voice smooth. “Now, maybe I can direct your attention that way.” He beamed as your eyes followed his finger pointing off to the side, towards nothing particularly specific, but an obvious invitation to step away from your group and over somewhere private with him. His hand was a suggestion, one he was giving you the power of rejecting because he wasn’t trying to grab you like he’d seen a few others try. He was leaving the ball in your court, one he was silently begging you would pick up and throw back.

He watched as your eyes danced across the lines of his palm, your lip coming up to catch in between your teeth in what he could only assume was deliberation. The moment felt suspended, each second stretching longer as he awaited your decision because it was like he could see the gears turning in your mind, and it shook him to watch you hesitating. But then your hand came up to find his own; manicured fingers curling around his calloused ones, and Lando’s heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation at the fact that you hadn't turned him down, oh my god oh my god. He quickly took the opportunity to gently guide you away from your friends before you could--for some reason--have a change of heart, slipping through the crowd towards a quieter, privater corner of the dance floor where the music was still thumping, but the energy felt different here—more intimate, less eyes.

Now you were in the quieter space and he had you all to himself, and he could finally focus entirely on you with the assurance of knowing that you were fully focused on him now too. And so Lando turned to face you with a confident smile, one you quickly reciprocated and his hands soon found the place they had been itching to be all night; on your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin through the fabric of your little dress.

He was rapt when he felt you move closer to him, the vibrant thrum of the bass seeming to louden as the alcohol had his vision swaying. He watched with intensity as your body moved like water against his own and the contact felt charged, every subtle shift of your body against his sending a jolt of something through him, something he wished he could place but it almost felt ineffable. The way you pressed your body into his was both intoxicating and exhilarating, and it'd be stupid if you asked him if he noticed the way the curve of your body seemed to align perfectly with his because of course he did.

He was hypnotized by the sway of your hips, the gentle friction creating a heat that spread through him like wildfire and god, he really was trying to match your rhythm but each time you brushed up against him like that the heat had him losing focus and tripping over his tempo. Something you were acutely aware of apparently, as you glanced up at him, a playful glint in your eyes at how easily you knew you drew him in. Soon your hands were sliding up to rest lightly on his shoulders and now you two were so close, close enough that when you spoke, he could hear the smack of your gloss clearly despite the blaring of whatever afrobeat song had been playing.

“So all you wanted was to dance?”

He swallowed hard at your voice because it sounded like honey, and his pulse quickened when he tried to muster a response but the intensity of the moment was making it difficult to focus. And it took more energy than he'd like to admit, but he did managed to maintain a semblance of composure.

“Dance, yeah,” he swallowed, his voice a low murmur which was nearly drowned out by the intensity of the bass that rattled the floor. “And talk.” He chuckled softly, “You’re very alluring you know.”

Your smirk widened, eyes sultry with a confidence he found so attractive as you chuckled deeply. “I’ve been made aware.”

“Of course.” Lando shook his head, almost as if he was stupid to forget it. “You’ve had half the clubs clientele approach you tonight.” 

And for the first time tonight, Lando saw just a glimpse of what he thought to be bashfulness gleam through your features, your smile timid as you bit your lip. “Yeah, well, no ones really interested me.” You replied, body sliding just a little closer to his own if it were even possible at this point and he very quickly took this as an opportunity to slide his hands just a little lower on your hips, biting his lips with a smirk at your words. 

“And yet here we are.” His own words were rich with confidence on his lips.

“And yet here we are.” You reiterated with a smirk of your own, the site warm against the cold atmosphere of the club air.

There was a part of him that thought maybe he shouldn't question it in fear of finding something he didn't necessarily want to know, but the drunker part of him-- the less rational, more curious part --was gleaming to know why. "Care to share why that is?" The smirk your wore was devilish, “Maybe I’m just picky,” you teased, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Or maybe I’m just waiting for someone who can actually hold a decent conversation.”

Lando grinned, clearly amused. “Oh, so you’re saying the bar is set pretty high tonight?”

“Something like that,” you replied, leaning in slightly, your voice playful. “But I’m open to being impressed if you’d like me to lower it for you.”

He scoffed loudly at your words, an action that had your head tilting back in a boastful laugh, a laugh he quickly found himself mimicking as his eyes simultaneously trailed up the length of your glistening neck which he quicky realised how badly he wanted to put his mouth on. You were enthralling, and he knew it wasn’t the alcohol making him think like this because everyone else seemed to agree, and yet you were here with him out of all the men who had approached you, and apparently that was an unbiased decision. You seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him without any pretense. The lack of recognition was oddly comforting; and it felt like he was actually connecting without any of the usual pressures or expectations his title came with.

For a moment you both had just let the beat take over again, no verbal conversation present, only the sway of your movements as you let your bodies do all the talking for you. It was loud, speaking all the sensual things your tongues were just a little too uncoordinated to say right now because of the pulsing alcohol in your veins. The heat between you two was palpable and Lando made notable effort to maintain his composure, but it was a challenge when paired with the sensation of your skin; of his hands guiding your ass hips, and of your hands wrapped in his hair locked around his neck. And as good as your lower body felt against his thigh, he really needed to see the way your hips were grinding against his pants. And so Lando pulled away just slightly enough so he could glance down between you, to watch your tantalizing figure in that tight backless dress he was beginning to adore rolling on him, back and forth, back and forth, side to side, left to right. Fuck, you were a master with your body and it was irresistible.

Becoming so captivated by the precision in your movement, he had almost missed the frantic cheer of someone from across the room and it took a moment, but nevertheless, Lando caught sight of Max’s watchful gaze from the edge of the VIP section with P in the corner of his eye, Max fixed on the two of you with a look of amused encouragement.

The noise made Lando’s eyes widen slightly, and as subtly as he could, he shot a quick, exasperated look at Max, rolling his pupils in a silent command for him to mind his own business. The gesture had Max’s smirk widening as he turned to P, just about grabbing her face but not quite doing so, more like hovering besides it, before theatrically pretending to mack on with her, clearly egging his best mate on. Lando shook his head in disapproval, but he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t laugh just a little as he pulled his attention back towards you, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

With a playful smirk, you leaned in closer, and it took Lando by welcoming surprise at the change in pace from Max's stupidity as your lips slightly brushed against his ear, “So, is this how you charm everyone, or am I just lucky tonight?”

Your voice was like ice to his body, but in the best way he could imagine, like a shock to the Pavlov'ed routine of every other sensual encounter he had with a stranger. His breath caught, a mix of surprise and excitement flooding him as he chuckled low, the sound barely audible over the music. “Why’d you ask?”

“Because it seems like your mate over there knows the drill.” You smirked teasingly.

Landos eyes widened, head shaking as he silently cursed his dumbass of a best friend for being such a dickhead. Of course the only person to nearly fuck this up would be the idiot who encouraged him to go for it in the first place. Max is lucky you took the gesture as lighthearted and didn’t immediately jump to conclusions at the possible implications it could have, otherwise he would have woken up tomorrow with blisters from having to walk back to his place. “Yeah well, Max has a way of making everything about him,” Lando found himself replying with a strained chuckle. “Don’t let him steal your attention at his stupidity, he’s just trying to rile me up. I’m more interested in what you think.”

The way you tilted your head slightly was alluring, lips curling into a playful smile as you assessed him with flirty eyes. “And what is it you’re hoping I’ll think?”

Lando’s arms which were wrapped around your waist, suddenly pulled backwards, drawing you just a little closer to him as his voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “That maybe this night could get even better if we continue it somewhere a bit quieter.”

It was a very fast gesture, but suddenly, Lando was hyper aware of the way you had arched yourself away from his body, his grip consequently loosening up a little to allow you the room to execute the movement without hurting yourself. It was as if your whole body had tensed up, your expression shifting to one of surprise, one Lando was evidently taken aback by as you raised an accusing eyebrow at him. “Wait who says I’m going anywhere with you?” Your voice was light but edged with something Landos intoxicated brain just couldn’t really conceptualize right now, especially with the bubbling panic that was rising within his body at your reaction. Had he misread the vibe? Maybe misread the situation entirely?

He was almost certain you had been sending him the same lustful signals as he was, batting your lashes and biting your lip like you would have if you were reciprocating the mannerisms he knew he was sending you. But now the confidence he had in the surety he felt earlier seemed to evaporate as fast as the doubt seemed to creep in. He was certain you were into him, but now he was questioning if he had perhaps overstepped a boundary and actually offended you. Maybe your gestures were more innocent then he thought, maybe he had taken your kindness for lust. The uncertainty was making him falter and he quickly found himself scrambling to justify his words, and clear the tension.

“Wait, I—” Lando started, his tone steady but laced with a hint of hesitation. “I didn’t mean to come off like that.” His voice was airy and a little far, trying to piece together what he could have missed in hopes to reverse the offense you displayed. 

But you cut him off with a sharp glance and a small, teasing smile that seemed to hide something beneath, “Do you want me to leave with you tonight?” Your words were way less accusatory and much more stated as a genuine, flirty question, your voice a mix of challenge and curiosity, and it was here that the edge Landos brain couldn’t make sense of earlier began to click in place.

His breath caught in his throat as you leaned into him again, closing the distance you had created a second ago, your whisper carrying a playful edge. For a moment, Lando’s mind raced, trying to decipher whether your reaction was a subtle pushback or if he had genuinely misread the chemistry between you and the anxiety that had crept into his chest began to ebb away as he soon realized that your teasing wasn’t an affront but rather a playful test of his intentions.

He watched as your expression softened, the corners of your mouth curling into a mischievous smile, white teeth gleaming up at him with a charm he found undeniably attractive. The realization hit him like a truck—the realization that this wasn’t your way of rejecting him but instead a flirtatious push on your end, you were winding him up and seeing how far you could stir him because you liked watching him squirm. The tension that had wound its way around him moments ago quickly began unraveling, replaced with a surge of relief that was both profound and slightly embarrassing, and he found himself biting his lip to hide the red tinge rising to his cheeks. 

Your voice was ringing in his ears, playing like a loop as he thought about your words, Do you want me to leave with you tonight? Does he want you to? Silly question, that is. And he soon paired the bite of his lip with a bashful smile, quickly nodding his head at your question.

His response had you tilting your head, your smirk widening as suddenly, once again, you leaned in closer, your hands sliding back up to their position behind his neck with a confident, yet teasing touch. The proximity of your body against his sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt he could almost see through your large eyes as you spoke. “Okay then, I have one request,” you said, voice dropping to a whisper that carried a hint of both mischief and promise.

Lando’s brow quirked up in question and suddenly the weight of your fingers on the back of his neck grew a lot heavier as you used it to propel yourself forward, pushing against him until your head was right by his head, no height to separate you anymore; and your lips pressed up onto the skin of his ear. Your tippytoes extended you up taller than you were before, and Lando would have wondered how that was even possible considering how high your heels already were if your proximity wasn’t causing a hard reset to his system. His senses heightened ten fold when he felt your warm breath against his ear, but it was ultimately the words you whispered that really had his breath halting. “You better walk as fast as you drive.”

What?

It was like the world around him collapsed as he tried to process the implications of your sentence; the implication that you had known exactly who he was this entire time. Your words had caught him so off guard, because here he was thinking you were simply just a captivating stranger but not only did you recognize him, he realized that you had been testing him all along. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one doing that?!

This unexpected twist made his head spin and it all really felt like whiplash as he tried to make sense of the way you had managed to play him so well. You had been testing his attitude, seeing if he'd slip up and act like a pompously famous asshole in order to lure you in. It was frankly insulting and yet so entirely attractive, it was intoxicating. 

He was so taken aback by it all, but not as taken aback as he was when he had suddenly felt you pull away from him, the absence of your lips from his ear, of your hands from his neck and your body from his body slapping him right back into reality and he couldn't help how pathetic he felt when he actually began panicking at the sudden distance. He could feel his heart pounding so insanely hard when you turned on your heels, and blinked blankly as you began to saunter away.

He watched as you hips swayed with a captivating grace that made your departure somehow both so assertive and yet strangely alluring, leaving Lando momentarily frozen with wide eyes blended in an assortment of shock and lust. 

He couldn’t decipher the swirl of emotions inside him. His head was reeling, caught between the surprise of your words and the intensified attraction he felt towards the view of your hips swaying while you left him in your dust.

He knew he looked like a fool. His jaw lack, was basically sweeping the ground and his eyes had to be as wide with shock as they could possibly be. As you moved through the crowd, Lando’s gaze was locked on your figure, watching you gracefully weave your way through the mess of dancing people without effort and he just couldn't even conceptualize how you were so coordinated with your teasing. 

For a good moment, he really wasn’t entirely sure of what to do next, what he was supposed to do now that you had made your hit and run. His eyes slowly turned to catch the perplexed ones of Max, still watching with P from beyond the banister as his friend noticed the girl Lando had been with, walking away. Lando must look like a goddamn muppet, standing there shocked and alone replaying youre words like a mantra. Walk as fast as he drives?

…Huh?

Lando’s expression remained as bewildered as earlier, and as shocked as he knew he looked, he was curious as to if Max could see the lust now coursing through his eyes too. Walk?

He could barely contain his arousal as his vision grew a little less foggy and everything started becoming a little clearer, finally his brain seeming to click back into action, and he endured in real time as the initial shock morphed into a burning determination. Fast?

It had to be the rush of emotions from surprise to heightened attraction that ultimately propelled him into action, his mind officially snapping back to present time….Oh? Shaking off the daze that had settled over him, he was no longer just an observer in his body but now a man on a mission.

Oh!

His head snapped back just in time to watch as you threw your hair behind your shoulder, covering up the glistening skin of your back, the back he had his hands all over just moments ago and now he knew, more then aware that you were in control, you had been the entire time.

He couldn’t wait anymore, you were obviously the governing power here and something about that didn't turn Lando off like he felt it usually would have with any one else, in fact, it burned a primal need for more deep within his chest.

So without hesitation Lando found himself rushing through the brunt of the crowd head on. To anyone watching, it was clear his gaze was fixated on nothing but your sauntering form, evident by the multitude of people he clumsily bumped and brushed into along his way. But the way you moved with such sensual grace, hips swaying in a manner that was both hypnotic and assertive, made it utterly impossible for him to look anywhere but at you. Every step you took was an alarming reminder to the cards of gold you held, and he was intent on closing that distance.

Now completely clear of the dance floor, Lando watches as you glance over your shoulder, checking to see if he had bitten the bait and followed your retreating figure, and you were quick to catch his eye with a smirk when you confirmed what you knew he would do. It was a look of challenge and triumph, as if you really did know that it was an absolute no brainer for him, because of course he was going to follow you.

And the moment your eyes met, a playful spark ignited in his chest, fueling his urgency, something you made quick note of as your smirk widened, clearly amused by his pursuit. And it only spurred him on faster because how was this for fast?

It took him only seconds to catch up to you, and the moment he was in range, his hands took firm grasps of your round hips, pulling you just slightly back so that his front was flush against your back, but not forcefully enough that he disturbed your saunter towards the exit, a path he was now very intently guiding you towards with his hands fast just like he guided the car he drove fast, because god he had never wanted to lay someone down on his bed so desperately in his life. He needed to knock that smirk off your face and show you just how much control he could have too. He was not going to waste anymore time in getting you in his car parked outside.

And yeah Max may have not completely fucked it for him, but it looked like he was gonna be walking home regardless.

[doomh3ad]

Ello! I saw you needed requests so I had a bit of an idea. Could you please do a AFAB reader who’s actually super shy when it comes to having sex or anything flirty with the Sinclair brothers and some other slashers of your choice?

if you don’t want to do this or if it makes you uncomfortable please ignore! I might suggest again in the future so I’m gonna leave myself as Housewife anon, have a lovely day!

adore this idea thanks so much for the request! absolutely feel free to request more, u sound so lovely housewife anon <3

shy about flirting + sex (AFAB reader) [including bo, lester & vincent sinclair] nsfw under cut

Bo Sinclair

-bo thinks you're ADORABLE. his corruption kink is going MAD. he's making heart eyes at you when you give him those doe eyes at his flirting. he secretly does feel bad about your uncertainty and knows you struggle with intimacy, and is super great at sensing when things get too much for you. all you have to do is tell him to stop or give any sign that you're uncomfortable and he ceases.

-he can take it as slow as you want to. while he likes making crude jokes to get you all hot and bothered, bo makes sure his darling knows that it's at their pace with their rules. he's naturally very charming and flirtatious which will be at odds with your shyness, his array of pet names sending you into nervous laughter and embarrassment.

-if anyone other than him tries to flirt with you though (including his brothers) he gets MAD. you're his angel, he's the only one that can give you butterflies. bo will encourage you to become more confident and comfortable around anything romantic or sexual, but respects your boundaries and won't take it too far <3 he'll make the first move and ask you out, knowing you'd be so nervous, and keep the date simple.

-sorry in advance for the amount of kinky sex discussions you're going to be subjected to. because you are. it's bo sinclair. look at his sex dungeon and tell me this man is vanilla. and hey, if you're honestly clueless about any kink he's talking about, he is all too willing to demonstrate.

-bo is quietly afraid of being a bad influence on you, and he tries his best to uncover any boldness you may be harbouring but not make you exactly like him. he's so proud of you and so happy to be with his shy sweetheart <3

Vincent Sinclair

-hey, snap! him too. vincent didn't get the natural audacity that bo (and to an extent, lester) did, he's so shy especially about intimacy. yes, he loves you, and wants to get to know you sexually but he's MORTIFIED any time his brother even casually bring up sex in the conversation. ESPECIALLY if you're ever mentioned.

-it slightly eases vincent's fears that you're the same, you're both so tender with each other and your mutual uncertainty adds a lot of romance and intimacy to your relationship. it's like you're discovering things together, both trying to overcome your naturally nervous natures to become comfortable with sex in particular. he's not a flirty man, and neither are you, so it works out pretty well! vincent never wants to upset or embarrass you, and you'd never do that to him <3

-with some...encouragement (read: NOT AT ALL SUBTLE sexual suggestions by bo and lester) your relationship is able to develop to the point where you can flirt with each other and your sex life is thriving (he's got those artistic hands, i'm just saying would be a shame to let them go to waste).

Lester Sinclair

-he's actually not too experienced, he's just scared of you leaving him for someone who's been around more so he'll play it off and act cocky. it's more on a subconscious level that lester relates to your shyness, he won't admit that he's terrified he doesn't know how to please you.

-with time, he becomes more confident and inspires you to. you often have open discussions about what you're comfortable with and any preconceived notions you have about sex that may make you nervous.

-when you finally both get to the point of having a sexual relationship, he's incredibly sweet. he's great at cutting the tension with a well-timed joke and putting you at ease, reminding you that you can say no at any time to anything at all.

-lester is constantly praising you, telling you you're doing amazing and he's so proud of you, you're taking this so well, if you need a break just say so, sugar! he may not be as suave as bo or as romantic as vincent, but he's got such care and tenderness for you that you'd never trade him for anyone else.

[demigoddessqueens]

Request: adorable prompt idea with Vox Machina. Also would like to mention that you are just top tier with this writing like. H o w.

Reader and who they have a crush on are in love but both are absolute awful at getting the courage to tell the other, then one day the reader chooses to try and muster up the balls and goes to kiss them during a moment when they are by themselves before chickening out and goes to walk off apologizing as the other stops them asking “why did you stop?” Before they both end up kissing.

Oh. Oh! Oooohhhh!!!

“I love you”, you blurted out in the most undignified manner. The wide-eyed shell shocked expression of the other met yours before they walked to you. You caught each other for a while before you made the first move. It was a quick kiss on the lips, and you wanted it to last forever but you pulled away. Before you could take another step, their voice pulled you out of the doubts in your head and back to reality.

“Why did you stop?”

Percy - he’s left breathless, but instantly pulls you back to him. He’s lost too much and had good things slip through his fingers, but he’s not letting you go or he’ll regret it for the rest of his life.

Scanlan - literal heart eyes!! Bigby’s Hand brings you back to him. There’s still that flirtatious smile to him, but a genuine look in his eyes.

Vax’ildan - oh he’s all caught up in Feelings™️!! Refusing to let you go and just wraps you up in those super tight hugs that pulls you close to him. You hear a whispered “I love you too” thick with emotion.

Grog - half flirting, half cocky smile while you’re in a dangling hug. Your legs kick but you also feel the safest in his arms.

Keyleth - no one’s treasured her, said such words, or made her feel as special as you do. It’s a bold statement coming from her, and this is all new as well, but she trusts you wholeheartedly.

Pike - she’s touched! She knew she grappled with being a member of the group and Sarenrae’s cleric, but the one thing she was certain of was being yours. Someone who made her heart beat fast.

Vex’ahlia - for once, it feels natural to say. She’s been on guard for the longest time to protect herself and her brother, but you make her feel safe. And sometimes home is here with you.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Imagine if the roles were flipped? Tony's feeling way out of his comfort zone, but what he lacks in finesse he makes up in eagerness. sub!tony, soft!tony rights ig.

You're a pioneer in your field of choice. You're bold, you're young and it seems like the world keenly bends and twists itself according to your whims. It doesn't go to your head, however, because when you're on top, you could not care less about all the little critters scurrying around your feet.

Some might say you're cocky, but the ones who aren't tainted by envy say nothing at all. You've earned your right to be self-assured. Being a woman made the climb to the top exceptionally grueling, but now that you're there, it's obvious the placement is well-deserved.

Tony is intrigued at first, but the mild curiosity swells into full-blown yearning when you don't fold to his usual antics.

You take his flirtatious jabs like the best of them; it's an intense game of ping-pong, shards of testy remarks flying like sparks off a crackling flame. It becomes very clear that you stand on, at least, even grounds, and all caution falls to the floor as the two of you, simply speaking, roast all the pretentious braggarts that cross your minds.

Tony loves it, the quickness of your wit, the sharpness of your tongue. You don't hold back. All bark and all bite and he's all in.

He lets you take him to your penthouse. Not to a five-star hotel and not even the minimalist style bedroom that he keeps just for the occasional hook-up, Tony feels almost giddy when his foot breaches the threshold of your personal space. His eyes dart across the room, immediately documenting the knick-knacks scattered along the walls and the surfaces.

The pile of clothes on a chair makes the multimillion dollar apartment seem almost normal. It puts him into a slight stupor, a momentary lag that you don't seem to notice, being utterly preoccupied with unclasping the delicate straps of your Fendi shoes, pins flying carelessly as they get forcefully shaken out of your hair.

Tony takes off the blazer of his Gucci suit for the sake of something to do, his eyes never once leaving your body.

You stretch and pad directly to the bed, gracelessly falling into it face-first, careless in way that reminds Tony of just how young you are, compared to him. As you get comfortable, you dress hikes up, the side-slit of it revealing delicate, seamless lace, so see-through it makes Tony's mouth water.

You turn your eyes on him, not judging, not laughing, simply observing his actions. That quietly analytical stare pierces him skin-deep and he's fast to flash you a blinding smile; at the corners of his mouth, it's a little bit shaky. It becomes obvious you noticed his discomfort and your body language speaks nothing but relaxed expectation. He takes the time to remove his shoes, realizing the choice he is being given.

He gracefully accepts the time given to consider.

"Music," you say quietly, simply, and a song begins to play. It's heavy and slow and nothing he would willingly listen to on most days, but in the dimly lit room that smells like your perfume and something he can't put a finger on, he decides that it perfectly fits you.

Tony pads over to the bed where you're splayed like a content little starfish and moment by moment, the glaciers in your eyes begin to melt. He crawls over you, hovering a mere foot away, and the lights in them ignite, turning into warm, smouldering embers.

They slide over his face, documenting the smile lines and the sharp angles of his beard; the corners of your mouth tug up as you silently mouth the lyrics of the song playing in the background. Tony's fingers run through your hair, freeing the last bobby pins, causing your eyelashes to flutter in satisfaction.

Delicately, your hands trace the arches and valleys of his shoulders, before settling on the side of his face. "You're just so pretty," the words are little louder than a sigh and all he can see is the reflection of his own surprised expression in your eyes.

Tony's next action is instinctive, automatic. His brain catches up with his body the moment the tip of his nose brushes the arch of your throat. Softly, gently, he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he holds you like a delicate ornament; you both know you're anything but fragile yet the shuddering sigh that leaves your lips cannot be mistaken for anything but violent approval.

Tony's beard tickles your jaw as he sticks out his hot, wet tongue and licks.

HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME RIGHT THERE BESTIE. RIGHT FUCKING THERE 😩😩😩😩😩😩

Oh my god I am weak for this. So fucking beautiful. I am in love. I would read a million words of this.

[a-smolpuppy]

|| when he wants.

⟼ what happens when you aren't paying attention to your favorite?

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BOBA FETT

when the bounty hunter wants you, he's much more flirtatious. it's a tad amusing sometimes because he's so serious under the suit he wears. to the outside world it isn't incredibly obvious, but you're on the inside aren't you?

he's much softer as well, especially if you like it, anything to grab your attention from whatever you're doing.

you're attending a dinner business meeting together. you normally don't accompany Boba on safety reasons, but unbeknownst to you, he'd been trying to grab your attention to no avail.

it wasn't on purpose, you were so busy. so when he pulls your seat out for you, you glance over momentarily stunned before sending him a charming smile. "thank you," you say, so sweet. again, you're unaware, but Boba is incredibly pleased. finally, it's what he's been wanting.

DIN DJARIN

a much shyer individual, the Mandalorian. he likely understands what he wants and its easier to get you to understand by saying it outright, but he can't get himself to do it. he craves your touch and attention, so he's walking much closer and attempts to spend more alone time with you. he tries to impress you sometimes when he realizes you're watching.

he's shooting impressively at targets some ways away. they fly quickly, but he's quicker, and then it's over. he turns to you, and when you gaze at him with awe, he's so relieved the helmet hides him. there's no helping the pride surging in his chest or the smirk on his face as a result. it's really nice when he has your attention and managing to pull such a stunt while he does. he's never going to get tired of it.

OBI-WAN KENOBI

I do believe he gets more forward, especially if you're into it. he's a little more bold in leaving lingering touches and whispering his naughty thoughts in your ear (it's sometimes better than transmitting them to you because he nibbles on your lobe when he does).

playing with him goes one or the other, and being so perceptive, he can do as you crave. he's either yes please, give me what I want or he increases the tension.

"ignoring me dear? getting a bit bold aren't we?" his voice low as he passes you in the hall, whispering breathily into your ear. "no need to worry- you'll come to your senses once I teach you your lesson very soon."

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

it's a bit amusing once more because, as much as I see him having two reactions to being needy, it's a 60/40 split. a little more than half the time, he's much more curt, forward, and flirtatious with you.

there are times though where he's like... a lost puppy. trails after you, pouts when you don't pay attention to him, says anything passive-aggressive to anyone holding onto you too long...

he's pouting again. as someone who insists on being treated like an adult, he's quite cute when he glances from the person who has your attention and back to you, crossing his arms with eyes fliting about impatiently. when you smile at him, he relaxes (until you turn away again and you hear a huff behind you).

LUKE SKYWALKER

each of them are interesting- I think the less little Skywalker tries, the smoother he is. it's when he overthinks is where it doesn't go so well, but when he reminds himself what you like and crave, he's good.

he can be very eye-catching when he isn't trying to be, which is entertaining because it catches himself so off-guard when you respond. he doesn't realize it's because of something he does without really trying, then he gets a little cocky [] because woah, but then he's also like but I feel the same about you []

he's likely handsomely leaning against a doorway or wall, scheming to get your attention when you walk over. he looks down at you with a sweet smile and you lean upwards to kiss him. he meets you halfway, shamelessly pleased by the attention, and it quickly gets heated before you're both forced apart to breathe. he stares at you wide-eyed and then adoringly with another smile. you really do take his breath away (figuratively and literally).

KYLO REN

the knight is a very soft person who can't convey himself well. so in other words, he sort of lingers around you, trying to say how much he wants you without being too commanding (yet). he does want to tell you, but he doesn't know how, and therefore it comes out a bit rougher than he'd probably intended (I'm not sure you really mind though). he's learning.

you catch his eye whilst walking through the base and there's something there. "come here," he says. it's rough, but spoken softly, and needily. you make your way towards him and his gaze follows. you wrap your arms around him as soon as you're able, thinking it's what he needs, and you couldn't be more correct. he immediately returns your touch and it's like he's melting in your arms. he needed this, he needed you.

bonus! MAUL

Darth lords are likely not used to the ability to express emotions. he's so used to suppressing them, he can't quite identify the most recent sentiment. it's definitely a desire, one to be near you, so it's soon to the point where you're rarely seen without him as you fulfill your duties in the daytime. one day, "what's wrong love?" and he's like... "I'm not sure."

you're certainly not expecting such a response. "you're not sure? are you alright?" you say gently, and when he hears the concern on your voice, it encourages him to be outright with it. "I... find discontentment when your attention is drawn elsewhere." pay attention to me, is what he realizes he wanted, but he doesn't have to explain further when you giggle and apologize on being so busy today. you're all his, you reassure, and he hopes you can tell, he's all yours as well.

[yesimwriting]

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do like a short story post or something I wonder how Our General Kirigan would react to a shy reader? Would he tease her? Be frustrated with her? And how would she react? Idk maybe just a thought 😅 I asked you because i really like your writing and I feel like you would really do a good job and I like the way you portray the General. 😊

a/n i have been crying/feeling shitty for the past two days for no reason!! so i thought it might make me feel better to try writing headcanons! i have SO MANY half done requests/fics but as of recently i hate everything that i write!! so i thought i'd work on this request that lends itself to headcanons

also im glad you like my writing :))

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General Kirigan with a shy! reader headcanons:

- First things first, I think how he interacts with someone shy that he sees as a (potential) romantic interest varies per situation. Like generally, he finds the timidness kind of soft which is so different from what he's used to that he finds that aspect kind of endearing.

- He'd never admit that at the beginning, but the more time you spend with him the clearer it becomes to you because of how he acts when you're alone together

- At first, he'd hold onto his usual stoic disposition, but after realizing that at the end of the day your shyness is genuine and not an attempt to seem meek in order to trick people/him he'd begin to tease you about it when you two are alone.

- The first time he makes a comment that's just a little,, kinda-almost suggestive (a comment about how he wonders what it'd be like to be a Heartrender so that he could hear the change in your heartbeat every time you shied away from something) you're too confused to be embarrassed for like two seconds.

- You're basically that meme that's like did I hear that shit righttt??

- So you meet his gaze, and there's absolutely nothing but warm confidence there and you realize that he had in fact,,, said that.

- You hold his gaze for a moment out of protest (which is an incredible feat) and then you have to drop your eyes to the floor. You mumble some comment about how his ability to summon shadows isn't exactly a boring skill.

- Your reaction is so soft,, Kirigan can't help but be endeared even further. Something he wasn't exactly expecting and isn't too thrilled about. He doesn't think being shy makes you weak,, but he's extremely wary about how you're perceived and how people may treat you because of it.

- He doesn't doubt his ability to protect you, but he doesn't want to be distracted,, not with all he has to do.

- Still, he can't help mumble comments whenever there's a brief pause and you two are alone

- Meanwhile, you're starting to notice that now more situations keep coming up when you're left alone with Kirigan?? like he's always in the library when you are, he's always walking in to assess training when you're training and he just so happens to linger until you leave and then he just so happens needs to walk in the same hallway.

- It's a little strange at first,, but you're more horrified by the fact that you're not mad about it than the fact that it's happening. Especially since you know how much joy he gets from getting you flustered. You can see that in that slightly cocky uptilt to his lips whenever you're left gaping at him.

- Why doesn't it bother you?? You try to rationalize it and the only conclusion you can come to is the fact that he's attractive and powerful and even though your face gets hot whenever he talks to you,, there's appeal in those qualities. There's appeal in getting the infamous General to smile.

- Even if it costs you the bit of pride you have.

- You don't get why you're the one he seems to be going out of his way to speak to (maybe when your life is as stressful as his is,, at the end of the day you just want something easy and if he's in the mood to be flirty, you're easy) but you're not mad. You just have to constantly remind yourself to not be foolish enough to think you're the only one he goes out of his way to talk to.

- And as time progresses, you get a little more comfortable with his banter. You stop shying away completely,, which only encourages him to get bolder with his comments.

- Nothing insane,, not yet, just a little more direct.

- It kind of becomes a little game to him,, to see how flustered he can get you with the minimal amount of effort. Every once in awhile, you manage to act normally, but he's quick to shut that down by upping his game just slightly.

- After awhile, it starts to become a game for you too, to see how much of your instincts you can suppress just to take away some of his satisfaction. Only when he's getting a little too smug.

- But that's when y'all are alone...

- When you're surrounded by others, sometimes it feels like you don't even exist to each other. Sometimes that's a lonely feeling for both of you, but each of you is convinced that they're the only one that feels the absence.

- In your defense, you're much more entitled to those feelings because he can literally do whatever he wants. You can't just walk up to the General and do what?? ask him why he hasn't made any suggestive comment in the last couple of hours??

- please that embarrassing!! even if you weren't shy, that would be out of POCKET

- Meanwhile Kirigan is just like being angsty and debating the implications of seeking you out in an environment with so many important people. He could probably manage a minute or two by your side without making anyone suspicious, but the danger in that is that he won't be able to bring himself to leave after those minutes pass him.

- Worse,, he may even find an excuse for both of you to step out into the hall so that he can make his comments and take in your reactions in private.

- It's especially difficult when you have that one strand of hair just slightly out of place,, presenting the perfect excuse for him to just fix it and then drop his hand slowly so that his fingertips can brush the side of your cheek.

- And you're growing tired of the crowds of people you're not comfortable with and you're starting to feel more and more stupid for letting something that was so clearly just a playful distraction mean anything to you.

- But before either of you can succumb to your angsty pinning (cough, cough,, simps) his eyes will find yours from across the room and that's EVERYTHING

- At first, you want to be stiff and look away because it's probably not intentional, but then he gives you that little smirk. And then you feel stupid for ever doubting that you two at least have some kind of friendship. (maybe more,, but you're too scared to let yourself think that,, ;))

- And then you give him this shy smile,, and that's it. He's done--that one look undoes him entirely.

- So he starts shifting towards you as casually as possible, because if he can't be with you right now, surely being near you is good enough for now.

- You're unaware of this,, and when the moment ends you find yourself longing for more, but relatively satisfied. You don't expect anything from him, he's important and you're you.

- And being around people drains you because you genuinely want to stay out of any situation that would have too much attention on you at once. So once Kirigan moves and you can't find him in the crowd, you decide now is as good a time as any to step out and get some air, especially since no one currently needs you for anything.

- So you disappear into the corridor, planning to be gone only for a few minutes. But the second you're about two steps into the hallway, you hear another's footsteps.

- The hopeful part of you is like 'maybe it's him!!' but you don't really think that. There's something about the atmosphere that feels too tense,, too wrong for you to believe it's him.

- A moment later, your suspicions are confirmed. A grisha known for his impulsiveness is calling out to you, asking you where you're going.

- You explain that you just wanted to get some air and that you'd be returning in a minute. You try to sound dismissive, clearly establishing that you'd like your minute to yourself.

- It's clear that he understands the hint, but he doesn't move. He just keeps asking you questions.

- Your answers get shorter and shorter, the nerves your feeling tensing with each word as he begins to venture from falsely casual conversation to more flirtatious words. Being shy can leave you speaking too much, spluttering out words in hopes of saying the right thing to let you escape, but this is a different type of nervousness. Something feels wrong.

- And he just keeps saying things, things that even Kirigan wouldn't be able to get away with.

- All the while, you're desperate to escape, but they're persistent.

- And just when you're losing hope, and his advances get so bold he has you literally backed into a corner--a familiar voice comes to you like a lifeline.

- Kirigan, with all the authority of the general, questions what's going on. The guy that was so relentlessly hitting on you moves back like suddenly you're fire and begins to back away. He tries to explain himself but Kirigan is not having it.

- As soon as the stranger leaves, you feel like you can breathe again, but your nerves are still on edge. Kirigan's looking at you in a way you've never seen before. Sharp and almost--almost angry?

- You try to mumble a quick thanks, intending to disappear back to where you're supposed to be, but Kirigan's gaze keeps you planted against the wall.

- His gaze is so intense you ask him if he's alright.

- The question cracks something in him because of course you'd ask him if he's okay after something happened to you. His expression softens slightly, which you think is a good thing but then he speaks,, and his voice is not calm at all

- He's mad at the person that did that and the irrational part of him makes it seem like he's a little mad at you for letting that situation happen, but it's only because he's worried about what would have happened if he hadn't gotten there in time.

- And you're kind of confused because like?? what does he want from you? you made it clear you were uncomfortable and you were trying to get away?

- But after a quick snap and the fact that you're okay settles in,, he does feel a little bad. So he comes close to apologizing,, but that's basically just him saying he's glad that you're okay.

- You don't really ease, so he decides to make a partial joke about how maybe he needs to be around you more,, just to be safe,, you know

- And you smile slightly, and you're like 'y'know i'm not completely helpless.'

- and he's like 'pity,, i would've liked the excuse'

- your face instantly feels extremely warm and you're not sure what you could even, plausibly say to that. But you can't let him have the last word,, not like that. So you're overcompensating, rambling, but then at the end...you say something about how he doesn't really need an excuse to stay near you.

- When you realize what you've said, fight or flight kicks in,, but you can't move. And there's no casual way to escape, so you decide that maybe you'll cut your losses for today because that might have been your most significant reply to him ever, and you feel like an idiot because he was probably joking. And you just had to say that and make it weird.

- So you allow exactly one second of unfortunate silence, your eyes glued to the ground. And then you make some excuse about needing to get back to where you were.

- But Kirigan stops you, and you think about how you can't avoid looking him in the eyes forever, so you just kind of barely dare to glance upwards.

- And he's smiling broader than usual, the look is so warm it melts away all the bad feelings from earlier. You have absolutely no idea what it means, but you know it's not...bad.

- And then he shifts slightly, and that's when you realize he's never been this close before.

- He then asks if you're sure, voice much lower than earlier.

- You can't speak,, too trapped on a line you don't understand.

- But as he leans forward, the only answer he needs is the instinctual part of your lips as his warm breath reaches your cheek.

- And with that he turns his head just a fraction of an inch,, and his lips meet yours.

- It's just a quick brush of lips,, a soft test. And when you don't protest, he moves to let the contact be a little more assured, yet still teasing.

- Something in you grows impatient, and you move a little in hopes that he'll take the hint.

- But that's all it takes for him to pull away, expression bright and teasing before playfully chiding you for being so eager.

- He then turns, leaving you more flustered than ever.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Casifer- Naughty Thoughts

Pairing: Casifer x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Dean x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: flirt, staring, implied smut, cockiness, boldness, acting, injury. Inner thoughts

Summary: While doing research the reader notices the slight change in Castiel. His longing stares, and the flirtatious way he's being with her. Asking him may get her in more trouble than she originally thought.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: @firefly-graphics for divider. Written for Anon, thank you for the request!

Main Master List

"I need you and Castiel to stay here," Dean says as he starts to pack his bag for another hunt. I'm standing in the doorway of his bedroom, my boot-covered foot tapping the floor.

"Dean I could go with you, I don't need to stay behind," I state arguing with Dean. He drops the jeans that were in his hands and looks up at me then down to my boot-covered foot.

"Come on, Y/n I thought we had gotten over this hill. You stay here, Sam and I've got this. It'll be a simple salt and burn. But you. You aren't coming with us." I huff, standing my ground on Deans' rational words, "But." I go to say, "No buts Y/n. You've got a broken foot, that we had to take you to the emergency room for. Do you remember any of that?" Dean asks me.

I shake my head. "Okay then, so it's settled then. You'll stay here with Castiel, help Sam with some research on the hands of god." Dean orders. Rolling my eyes I salute him before limping away from his doorway.

Within hours Dean and Sam were gone. Saying our quick goodbyes at the bunker's door, leaving me with Castiel. There had only been a few times where it was just the two of us.

I limped down the stairs with Castiel behind me. "Do you need help Y/n?" He asked in his deep and brisk voice, sending a weird feeling down my spine. "I... I should be fine, but thank you Castiel." I stuttered as I finally reached the bottom of the metal stairs.

It was late, by the time they had left. "Well, I'm going to bed now Cas." There's a pause, he's staring at me, longing looks I've noticed since the boys have been gone. "Yes, have a good night's sleep Y/n." He says walking towards the library.

I shake the odd feeling and walk to my room. The room next to Deans was available when I ended up crashing at the bunker, and eventually, it had turned into my room.

I pushed my door open, plopping into the bed. My ankle twitched and ached, so I was careful when I pulled the velcro straps off. Slipping my aching foot out of the boots.

Throwing my shirt, and unclasping my bra. Grabbing my discarded shirt this morning I clasped onto my bed, the cool sheets lulling me to sleep. Not before my mind replayed Castiel's staring at me. His blue eyes scanned my body, lingering on my chest.

When I woke up the next morning I could faintly smell bacon and the smell of eggs. Carefully moving out of bed, slipping back into my boot. I made my way into the kitchen. Castiel stood at the stove, Dean's 'kiss me' apron tied around his waist, and his trench coat thrown over on the seat at the table.

"Good morning Cas," I mumbled. Making my way over to the coffee pot. As I poured my cup of coffee I felt as if someone was watching me, but when I turned looking over my shoulder all I found was Castiel still cooking.

Later in the day, I had finally changed my nightclothes into a more comfortable set of clothing. Sitting at the library tables, I scan through the books.

"Dean has informed me that I must help you in Sam's research for the hands of God," Castiel said, startling me, I jumped a little in my chair. I cross my hand over my heart leaning up against the backing of the chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/n," Castiel says there's a certain way he says it that sends a wave of heat through my body. After catching my breath I was finally able to answer Castiel.

"Yes, I was told that we needed to work on finding some information for Sam. Would you mind helping me?” I ask him. He stands much taller than me, his blue eyes stare at me for a moment before he takes a deep breath and walks over to the library's table.

He takes the seat right in front of me, his trench is gone, his white shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows.

Right now this angel drips with sex, something about the way he’s been looking at me. He’s got some newborn confidence steaming out of every single pore. Castiel sits down on his back straight against the back of the chair. His shoulders are taught, and he gives me a small smirk before grabbing a book.

I have to shake the heat from my body and get back to research. Coughing to conceal my need to get the frustration out of my body I slide in my chair. Castiel looks up and slightly bends his neck, the prominent vein in his neck shows now. All I want right now is to drop myself over his body and lick and suck on his neck.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his tone isn’t condescending. It’s just powerful, again another wave of heat rolls through my body. I’m starting to feel my cheeks rise in heat. I answer Castiel, “I... I’m fine. It’s just rather hot in here right now.” I try not to let my voice float.

He hums and brings his attention back to the book in front of him, I feel like I’ve been pushed aside for a stupid book. Why does not having his attention on me make me feel so weird? Why do I have to have his eyes on me?

This feeling is so odd, I feel like I’m being dragged into a bee’s nest. Anytime I look into those ice-blue eyes I seem to get lost, something like that makes me feel so submissive.

It reminds me of a time where Castiel said something about his true form being taller than the tallest building.

Imagine that being dominated by an angel who knows how much his power can melt me through and through. I look back down at the books in front of me, and when I look up again I catch a glimpse of his blue eyes boring into me.

I look back down, skimming my thumbs over the pages, I’m barely taking any information in, not that I could give a damn about the damn book. I care about Castiel’s thorn-like eyes being on me. It makes my skin feel hot when he looks my way.

My foot throbs as I bounce it below the table. “ Y/n put your foot up here.” Castiel demands, “Sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” “You didn’t bother me, but the pain of the foot I can feel,” Castiel says. I’m hesitant to put my foot up, the boot heavy until all of a sudden it isn’t. Castiel grabbed the boot carefully and placed it on his lap.

“I’m going to take this ghastly thing off. Is that okay, Y/n.” He asks. My lip quivers before I answer. I squeak out “Okay.” His warmth finally touches my bare skin, it’s another shiver down my spine.

What the hell is going on? What is happening to me? What is going on with the shy, normal Castiel?

He starts to graze his fingers over my ankle gently. “Is this okay, sweetie?” He asks and his damn nicknames keep going straight to my head. ‘Sweetie? He’s just being nice. You’re hurt, he’s just being nice.’ I think to myself. “Umm.. yeah it's fine,” I say. Opening another book that sprawled against the hardwood table.

My thoughts can’t get over Castiel's dirty, calloused fingers grazing over my sensitive ankle. Once I’m back in my groove I feel another graze, but it’s higher, his fingers are dancing on my calf, tapping on my knee cap.

I close my eyes and breathe in the cool air settles into my lungs and burns a little. But I’m unphased by it. Now his fingers are dancing back down my calf and past my ankle. He’s playing a game with me?

“No games sweet thing, just me.” He says under his breath but I hear it, I look up from the table and to him “What?” I mutter. “Castiel? You can let go of my leg now.” His features fall, and now there’s a more demonic, dangerous look to him.

“I don’t think I will, dear.” He states his grip on my toes and slides his fingers through the tiny spaces between my toes. “Castiel?” I ask, He hums, “Are you okay? Did I do something? I just don’t understand?” I mutter rather fast.

“It’s rather complicated you see.” He states, his hands coming up from below the table. My ankle twitches and I whimper inwardly as I lose the warmth from his hands. “You see sweetheart, I’m not who you think.” He cracks his neck and sighs deeply.

“What do you mean?” I ask, I’m begging to know more. If this isn’t Castiel then who is it? “Well sweetheart, Who do you think?” He asks, he’s taunting me. The nicknames are throwing me for a loop. “I think.. I think. I don’t know.” I mumble. “What was that pretty girl?” He taunts me again.

“I don’t know who you are?” It comes out more like a question, less confident than I wish it had. He bends a little over the library table and inches closer to my face, my ankle stuck between his taut stomach and his upper thighs.

“Maybe I should come over there and show you.” My eyes beam at the thought, but the unknown is teetering in the back of my head. “I can see it in your eyes dear. Come on, I know you wanna know. You’re a smart pretty little girl. I bet you’ve already figured it out.” He snarks, smirking at me as he releases my ankle and lets it fall gently to the cold concrete floors of the bunker.

My thoughts run wild. Who are you? You definitely aren’t Castiel. Maybe you’re another angel, but that just… that’s not possible. Castiel would never agree to have another angel in his mind.

“Aww, there it is.” I hear Castiel mock me. It clicked. Or at least I think it’s clicked. “I think..” He says as he gets up rounding the long table. He sits just out of reach from me. Arched eyebrows look down at me. “I’ll still show you, because I know you’re just dying to know are you?” He asks. Reaching out he lifts my chin with two fingers.

“Honey, I think you already know.” He says winking at me.

Completed on: 07/15/2021

Posted on: 07/15/2021

[shirophantomvox]

Drama and Luxury Hisoka x Female Reader

Hello @jodisz ! I am at your request now! I am excited about your request! I think I have one more request and after that one, I will close them by mid-January. I will attend a small comic con event in my state, and after that my inbox should be open.

Today’s story is about y/n trying to avoid her ex at an office holiday party. Thankfully, Hisoka, the flirtatious and annoying receptionist, seems to take her mind off her worries just to get caught by her ex. Turns out, her ex was only trying to make her jealous so she’d profess her love, which backfired. Yes, it’s a story full of drama and I cannot wait for you all to read it!

The words italicized are a flashback.

Italicized and bold phrases are conversations in the flashback.

Let’s get started!

December 9th, 2021 - The night that changed everything

Working at Gadika Mortgage (a mortgage loan company) was tiring, but attending their bi-monthly wrap parties seemed to even the score. Although I am very anti-social, I only attended these meetings to network; as I planned to have a job in the Business field. I am currently pursuing an ISM major; something technology-related that will guarantee a job landing. Still, trying to push me to speak to others is very challenging. My entire body quivers as I approach these men dressed in black and just as they make eye contact, I quickly duck my head and walk away. Most of the time, they do not start a conversation, but on a good day, one or two guys have engaged in conversation with me. We’d talk about the change in job markets, what our future looks like, and maybe a job offer. I never followed up with the offer because I let my anxiety get the best of me. I was always afraid of taking on a “challenging” job and not being able to produce. Being fired is both humiliating and a waste of time.

After thinking that I scored a mighty “10” on my conversations, I had this odd feeling that someone was watching me. No one was breathing down my neck, nor were they on my heels, but I could feel something eyeing me from head to toe. As discreetly as I could, I glanced from left to right and I saw no one.

“Am I imagining things?” I murmured to myself.

The enormous grandfather clock chimed three times, signaling the time of day. It was nearly midnight, and I had to work in the early morning. It tempted me to drink a few glasses of wine but realized I had to drive home. I couldn’t get my foot flat on the floor before I felt a gust of wind on my neck. The signal sent from my brain to my back jerked, causing me to fall back into my padded seat. His slender hand pressed hard, applying pressure to the back as he took a seat next to me.

Crossing his legs, placing one hand on his knee and one on mine, he cocked his right eyebrow and smiled devilishly. I remained still as I was previously. He squeezed my knees a little and released. This cocky bastard took my only cup of wine and chugged it entirely. Aghast. How could someone be so bold?!

“I’m so sorry. We’re you going to finish this?” He chuckled lightly as he drank the little juice that was left at the bottom of the cup. I couldn’t help but scrunch my pretty little face at the actions of this… this… beast!

“Whoops! Now your saliva is a part of me. How splendid!”

I gagged.

“What’s the matter? Don’t act like you’re disappointed.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t toy with me, y/n. I catch you every time you glance in my direction. As soon as I make eye contact, you get away before I can get to you. I’m aware of your shyness and, well, I must admit it’s adorable.”

“Why would I stare at you? You’re not Mr. Drop-dead-gorgeous!”

He winced dramatically and placed his hand over his mid-chest. “Ouch! Nice, try.”

“Go away, Hisoka. I’m going home.”

“Well, I’m here now. Why don’t you spill your little heart out to me while I’m here, hmm,”

Although his cocky attitude and flirtatious behavior are annoying, the way he spoke seemed to calm your anger. It’s something about that deep, soothing voice that seemed to catch everyone’s attention.

“Nonsense. That’s why I have a BF. Do you know? A significant other.”

I stood up once more, trying to escape Satan, but just like the devil, he seemed to rope me in. The next words that escaped his mouth made me freeze in my tracks. Those very words nearly pierced my heart and my entire soul. Damn!

“Really, who?”

“You know who he is, Hisoka.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“He works in your office!”

“Come again?”

“It’s Jack! Jack is my boyfriend!”

“That's not what I heard.”

Huh? He’s just playing with me. He’s too childish to be 27 years old.

“Stop playing, Hisoka.”

“But, I’m not. He said it's over and you are to remove your belongs by the end of the month.”

“What?! How are you getting this information?!”

“From the source himself. Did he say that he was playing Madden?”

“Yes….”

“I bet the new girl is in your bed at this very moment.”

As much as I hate to admit that he is wrong, he’s giving me too much detail. How did he find it out and why is he flexing Jack’s infidelity? I knew him to conjure skewed plans of some sorts for his entertainment.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because I care for you, my sweet.”

“Don’t call me you creep.”

“Oh, come on. If you truly thought I was a nuance, you would have left already before the bad news, only to see it for yourself. Now that you know, thank me.”

“Thank you? I don’t have a place to live!”

“You are always welcome to stay with me. But I’m sure your pride will stay in the way of that offer.”

“Why do you want to help me so badly?”

“Because. A pretty intelligent woman like yourself doesn’t deserve to be with scum like Jack. This is the 3rd time he’s screwed another girl behind your back!”

“Well, I’m stuck!”

“You don’t have to be. But you choose to do so.”

“Forget it. I’ll sleep on the corner tonight.”

He gasped and grabbed my knee once more.

“I cannot let you do so. I’ll drive you to your aunt’s house.”

“I find it odd that you are helping me with my problems. The last time you helped someone, someone leaked their business all over Facebook….or Meta, whatever they call it.”

“Not true!”

“Then why??!”

“Staying at the receptionist's desk gets lonely sometimes. You seem to be a catch and every time I tried to make conversation, you’d shoo me away. But look at me now. Will you let me help you?”

Knowing Hisoka’s history and his “help” with others has been very shady. Still, I’m in a dilemma. I should believe that my bf of 3 years isn’t cheating on me, but Hisoka was right again. He’s done this before and tried to sweep it under the rug. Who do I believe? I haven’t seen the girls or myself. If I go home and see her there, I may spiral out of control.

“Fine. One on condition.”

“Sweet. I’ll state my condition too.”

“Ok. Wait—"

“I just want attention. Maybe come with me for lunch or dinner. I won’t bother you at all.”

“Men can’t take no for an answer, can they?”

“Your boyfriend has cheated on you 3 times. You’re in mourning. Besides, don’t act like you haven’t made several heavy passes towards me in the last month. Just yesterday when you were supposed to be faithful to your then-boyfriend, you reached over me, chest nearly touching mine, to grab something that you could have walked behind me to grab.”

“What’s your point? That wasn’t in the office.”

“You don’t understand. Those little anonymous notes being left in my mailbox? Yes, I’m aware they’re coming from you. Your writing is unique.”

“…..”

“I’ve caught you undressing me with your eyes and when I try to match your energy you become flustered like you are right now.” He wags his index finger in my face, touching the tip of my nose. His arrogant chuckle made me blush involuntarily. “At least own up to your behavior. If you want me, you can have me!”

“I’m leaving now.”

That was 1 year ago today. Hisoka was more than correct about that cheater! When I entered my home, I saw lingerie-like underwear right by my front door. Hisoka covered his face, and he attempted to pack my bags for me. Instead, he ran to my bedroom and popped his head into the room. All I could hear were shrieks and the ruffling of sheets. Hisoka laughed while staring at Jack and his side piece.

“What the hell are you doing here, you creep?!”

“Just confirming my allegations. Your ex-girlfriend will be bunking with me from now on.”

“You told y/n?! What the hell? We had a deal!”

“I made it seem like we made a deal. Instead, I played you like a fiddle. While you're elbow-deep in that worn watermelon, I’ll be devouring a freshly baked chicken! Ta-ta!”

Hisoka.

He’s so hard to read. He’s like a CD with many scratches on it. I can never tell if he means well or not.

This time, I am determined not to let anything ruin my night. For the fourth year in a row, they have invited me to the office’s Christmas party. This time, it is being held at the St. Peter’s hotel in New York City. Although my social skills are still too poor for socializing, I figured I go for the scenery.

On my way up the elevator exiting on the 5th floor, the view was astonishing! They made everything of glass; including the bridge. I could hear soft jazz being played on a brand new grand piano and most of all, I could smell the aroma of lamb just a few tables away! My stomach was already growling.

The hostess sat me at the bar near the window. I could see the beautiful ocean and the boats that passed on by. Returning my gaze to the many selections of bottled wine on the wall, the bartender passed me a drink. It was a strawberry rush; a drink composed of strawberry juice, 7-UP, and vodka. I knew for sure I hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

“Who is this for? I haven’t ordered yet.”

“It’s for you?”

“Who sent this?”

The bartender quickly points into the far corner of the room that was ironically dimmed the most. This corner cast many shadows. From a distance, I could only see two pairs of feet with loafers and no socks on. Just when I realized it, my eyes grew wide.

“He said you can order as many as you like!”

“Who is he?”

“Me,” the voice said, sharply and in my ear. Again, this tone sent quick shivers down my spine, making me flinch.

“Oh, you’re just too cute.”

“Hisoka! Why are you here?”

“I couldn't bear another moment away from you. I missed your warmth and the touch of your fingers on my face.” He moaned quietly, but loud enough for the bartender to hear. He groaned; he rolled his eyes and walked away quickly.

“Why are you secretly buying me drinks?”

“Remaining anonymous is thrilling. Is it not? Seeing you panic, sweating, heart racing just to figure out who is your secret admirer is oh so entertaining.”

He took my drink out of my hands and drank it as if it's his own. Truth be told, Hisoka’s arrogance was mind-blowing, but I admire his confidence. It’s something I need to work on.

“I hate the be the bearer of bad news, but Jack is here with his side piece. Whoops! I mean fiancée.”

It’s as if he phrased her knew the title of fiancée on purpose! I couldn’t help wonder what the hell he saw in that girl that he didn’t see in me or the other side pieces! I wanted to break every single piece of glass in this building, but I didn’t want to be sued for the destruction of property.

“What does he see in her? I don’t understand!”

“What else is there to say? She’s submissive, does anything he says, and is not an independent woman. That’s why.”

“Wha—?”

“I know you loved him y/n, but he isn’t worth your time. She’s going to grow tired of his behavior, but by that time she’ll be stuck. Be happy you have money of your own. You can buy all the jewelry you want.”

His index finger gently drugs itself around my lower neck, near the crease of my chest. His high chair closed any space left in between. I could see where this was going, and I would not stop it. I need to let Jack go. He was toxic and unfaithful. I’m not saying Hisoka is any better, but you can’t knock it until you’ve tried it.

He laid his elbow casually on the table, his chin in hand, and his half-lidded eyes seemed to be focused on my face. He lifted his right hand and placed it under my chin, lifting it slightly.

“Loosen up, would you? Here. I’ll help you, dear.”

“How can you—"

My words were muffled as this devil of a man pressed a firm kiss against my lips. Hisoka went from being the annoying receptionist to a shoulder to lie on within a year. My feelings for him were confusing. I didn’t want a relationship with him. Instead, I wanted someone to talk to and occasionally take part in a cuddle session. The feeling of this kiss made my heart flutter. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a while and it feels amazing. The feeling of one’s lips felt like a powerful magnet, one that wouldn’t release. His hands were grabbing my arms, trying to pull me closer. As romantic as that sounds, he nearly pulled me off my chair and once he did, our kiss broke. I almost hit the ground, but his lengthy arms caught me.

“Be careful now. I know I’m a great kisser, but busting a knee isn’t worth it.”

This time, he pressed another kiss to my cheek and my lips again. While I shut my eyes, I could feel the reflection of the spotlight suddenly disappear. I pulled away from the kiss to see what the blockage was. To my utter surprise, my ex, Jack, was standing straight with his arms folded. That woman was with him, smirking. Gosh, I hated her. I wanted to smack the smile off her face!

“Why are you kissing him, y/n? You’re supposed to be with me!”

“What? He started it, not me! And besides, you have her, remember?”

“Her—?”

“Yes, her. And the many side pieces you have. I hope they keep you warm because I have a feeling that I’ll be provided the warmth that you failed to provide. Have a pleasant life.”

I stood up, grabbed Hisoka’s hand, and drug him away as we made our way to the buffet. I could see both standing in shock over my student's burst of confidence. Truth be told, I was nauseous to my stomach, but I had to get him out of my life once and forever.

“Good job, y/n! Who were you talking about earlier? About providing warmth?!”

“I was talking about you!”

“Oh! That’s right! I will not eat a lot tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to save room for stuffing.”

[cyoc49]

Shopping For A Few New Wide Receivers

Hello followers! Hope you’re all doing well. I’m writing to you today because I’ve run into a most troublesome predicament: I’m all out of boys.

Yes, I know it’s shameful of me to run out of good suited boys to serve on me and keep me company, but I was careless. I’m not perfect, my apologies. I lent some of my boys out to my elite friends, and now they’re off in Manhattan with no sign of coming back. The others, well let’s just say I accidentally left my poppers out the other day. My boys got their hands on them, and by the time I found them, they were so hopped up on nitrite that they wanted to do nothing but… okay that part was actually quite fun. Unfortunately those chemicals ruined their already limited brain power, and I had to send them off to boarding school to be “re-trained”. So here I am with no good boys by my side.

So I’ve decided: Why not go shopping! And if I’m going to get new boys, I might as well get them from one of the best sources:

The NFL!

Come on, those men all hopped up on adrenaline. Their bodies massive temples dedicated to physical perfection. Imagine what they could do for me!

So I’ve been scoping out a few of the finest quarterbacks the league has to offer. I sent them invitations to my manor that they found unable to resist, and they arrived earlier today. I already offered them drinks to dull their senses and put them in a state of euphoric bliss, now all that’s left to do is for me to give them a look and personality improvement, and then I’ll have some brilliant new boy toys!

Let’s look at who we have

Brady Quinn

Oh my, look at that hair! Brady looks like he could be the stand in jock in an early 2000s teen rom com. Only this story is going to end a bit differently for him.

Now face and body wise, I don’t have to do anything. That chiseled jaw, those massive arms? Perfect. That hair is definitely going to have to go, though. Let’s cut it down quite a bit, put in some gel and comb it into a perfect part… let’s do a little more gel… there we go! A gorgeous business cut.

And to go with the business cut, why not a suit! I’ll start simple with a white dress shirt- my, look at how it hugs his chest and arms. I’ll give him a smart grey suit in plaid, and a red tie with a similar fun pattern. I think he’s going to be in patterns from now on. It’s a little striking, but also bold, and that’s what I want from him. I’m taking his confidence, his strong personality, and turning it into a flirtatious cockiness. He is going to be “The Cassanova”, a boy who’s goal is to surprise you with dates and gifts all the time. He buys you suits and watches because he wants you to look as good as he does, and is always trying to whisk you away to dinner… when he’s not running your errands, of course.

Oh yes, this is perfect for Braden. That smirk combines with the mindless gaze, you can tell he’s thinking with his second head. As he should be!

Kirk Cousins

Now Kirk here has quite the scruff going on! Living up to his Viking name. Thankfully, I like my men rugged. But what I like even more is watching rugged men go clean.

So let’s drop those clothes, let them disappear. Look at how hairy he is! But now we’re going to get rid of all that hair, let it pull back in, and the pores they came from seal off, making future hair growth impossible. We’ll give that big bushy beard have the same treatment and- wow! That square jaw and golden smile! A bit baby-faced, but it works. The only hair he can grow now is his eyebrows and hair. And both of those stay neatly maintained on their own now in a short, clean cut

The suit, I’m thinking light colors and neat patterns. Close checkers and stripes are his favorite thing now, in bright colors especially. His wardrobe shines as bright as his smile from now on. Kirk is becoming “The House Husband”, a sweet obedient boy who knows that you deserve to live in a tidy home. He ensures that every asset of the house is spotless, cleaning up in his frilly apron and yellow rubber gloves every day. He also makes sure you wake up to a freshly cooked breakfast and come home to a freshly cooked dinner every night. And he’s always ready for after bed cuddles and tea.

Sweet Kirkland, he dotes on me more than all of them. He’s a sweet soul now, always surprising me with fresh flowers and other sweet gestures.

Jimmy Garoppolo

What a smile! You don’t even need to see the 49ers jersey to feel that classic California cockiness dripping off of Jimmy. Unfortunately, we already have Braden to fill the role of hot shot, but I think I can channel Jimmy’s energy into somebody just as important.

Now I’d say lose the beard and body hair, but the truth is that disappeared as soon as I laid eyes on him, he just didn’t notice. And I’m going to break my “no changing bodies” rule just for now, to push him up to 6’5”. I’m allowed to be greedy, okay! And speaking of greedy, I can tell from the way he’s adjusting his pants that his equipment has scaled up to match.

We’ll comb his hair into a clean business part. And also keep his suit on the simple side. A clean navy suit with a white shirt. He sticks to solid suits in classic colors now, although he of course fills them out magnificently at his new height. And he also has no need for a tie. His focus is more on immediate needs, as “The Chauffeur”. He just loves to carry your bags now (don’t tell anyone, but I may have rewired him so that he’s sexually aroused by carrying bags), and he also drives you wherever you need to go. “Where to, sir?” He says with a pearly white smile.

Look at James now. He’s oh so helpful. And oh so horny as well, it seems. No worries, we can pull over and take care of that soon.

Cam Newton

Last, I have the man himself, Cam Newton. He’s so skilled they call him “Super Cam”. Whenever I think of the Patriots, I always think of the vast culture of New England, particularly the more upper-class aspects. “Cape Cod gentility” could look good on you, Cam…

Let’s clean up that hair, both facial and on your head. Clean shaven, so I can feel his smooth skin. The suit: I’m thinking bright, I’m thinking preppy. In fact, let’s give him a bow tie! We haven’t done that for anyone today. In fact, let’s make bow ties his daily choice of attire from now on. Along with the cleanest, finest looking preppy suits he can find. He’s going to be “the Gentleman”, a boy who introduces you to the finer aspects of life. Trips to the country club, exclusive yacht parties, first class flights to the Swiss Alps, this boy will do it all for you. He always smells like aged brandy and fine leather polish, and as you spend time with him, you can’t help but appreciate the expensiveness.

Here Cameron is now. God he looks so dashing. We’re actually off to a wine tasting now. James is pulling around with the car as we speak. And once again, my life is blessed by good, well-dressed, obedient boys! The way it should be.

Thank you so much for joining me today, followers! I hope you got some valuable insight on how to pick and change your boys to best suit you!