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Astarion in Cyberpunk AU
POV: How you met him in Night City =P
Youâre just another low-tier merc in Night City's meat grinder, same as any other. Sure, you smoke, you chug whatever synthalcohol gets your synapses sparking, maybe pop a little Black Lace now and then for kicks. But one thing you donât do? Pick up joytoys from Jig-Jig. Nah, choom. Not your scene.
Until tonight's clusterfuck.
You were on a gig, dressed to fool the corpo crowdâchrome hidden under slick, expensive synth-leather. Playing at being one of Night City's untouchables. Then your optics lock onto him.
A joytoy, but not just any joytoy. Lux-grade. The kind of beauty that made your targeting systems glitch and your tits perk up. Picking him up wasnât the planânever the planâbut here you are, trying to blend in, figuring if all these suits are doing it, maybe you should too.
Preem bastard had a silver tongue worth more than his chrome, smooth like pre-War whiskey. He leaned in close, casually dropped the very intel you need - an exclusive corpo mixer, one hosting Kong Tao mid-level procurement officer - your target - fresh from Guangzhou. The two of you hit it off, chatting over overpriced drinks at the bar, and one thing led to another. His place.
Then you wake up.
Your choom on the other end of the link, screaming. Your brain feels like itâs been through a shredder. Youâre sprawled out on some piss-stained mattress, butt naked, weapons gone.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Youâve been played. Conned. During a job, no less. Just your fucking luck.
Gotta escape before they rip you open, gotta figure out where the hell you are. But one thingâs for sureâyouâre gonna find that pretty bastard, and when you do, heâs got a world of hurt coming his way. _______
Your headâs pounding, but youâve been in tighter spots before. You force a reboot, running a quick scan. Typical corpo blacksite flophouseâThe stink of blood, sweat, and bad decisions clings to the walls.
You find a rusted shard of metal and grip it tight. Better than nothing. You rigged the lock and slipped out of the room, the sound of your bare feet drowned out by the buzz of cheap fluorescents overhead.
The hallâs empty. Nobody watching the camsâamateurs. You find a storage room with your gear dumped in a corner like garbage. Your Militech pistol? Check. punknife? Check. Even your boots. Slipping them on feels like hugging an old friend.
Now clothed and armed, you should be bailing, cutting your losses. But the faint sound of muffled screams crawls under your skin, pulling you back into the fray.
You creep closer, the door half-open. Inside, him.
The joytoy. Astarion.
Strapped down like a Maelstrom test subject, neural wires spiderwebbing from his temples into some black-market brain-dance rig. The machine's whining like a dying cat, each pulse making him scream. Some chrome-headed ganger's working the controls, grinning like he's watching prime-time BD entertainment.
âPicked yourself a zero, didn't ya? No creds, no dirtâjust a fucking merc with nothinâ to give. You are lucky boss is not in town.â the ganger sneers, twisting a dial, âWhat goodâs a pretty face if it doesnât deliver?â
Astarion convulses, tears streaking his otherwise flawless face, âIâtried,â he whispers. "Please, give me another chance.â
Something snaps in your gut. Youâve seen people broken, but this guy? Heâs built to endure. Still, this is next-level fucked.
Your blade whispers through the air, clean and silent. The ganger drops, and you catch the falling remote and cut the power to the rig.
Astarion slumps, breathing shallow. You free him, pulling the wires from his skin. He flinches but doesnât resist.
âCan you walk?â you ask, dragging him to his feet.
He groans but nods. âIâve had worse.â
The two of you fight your way out, bullets and curses flying. By the time you hit the street, youâre out of breath and out of ammo, but alive. Barely.
You lean against a wall, wiping blood off your hands. âI should fucking gut you for this,â you say, leveling him with a glare.
Astarion chuckles, though itâs more pained than amused. âIâm flattered. But I was under orders, if that softens the blow.â
âDoesnât,â you snap.
Still, you donât hurt him. Just turn to leave, figuring heâll disappear back into whatever pit he crawled out of. But when you glance back, heâs trailing behind you.
âWhat are you doing?â you snap again, tired and still on edge.
âI have nowhere else to go,â he says softly, eyes downcast, his voice a quiet plea.
âNot my problem,â you grumble, turning to keep walking.
âWait,â he calls out, stepping closer. When you face him again, the vulnerability in his posture is tinged with a familiar, deliberate charm. His lips curve into the barest hint of a smile. âI could⊠make it up to you. Iâm quite skilled at certain thingsâ
You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. âThat so? You think Iâm just gonna take you in because you bat your lashes?â
âNot just because of that,â he murmurs, tilting his head just enough to catch the faint light. âI can be useful. I wasn't lying before, you know? the mixer? I can get you in.â
You pause, damn it he is beautiful. He shifts closer, his voice dipping into something silkier. âLet me stay, just for a while. Iâll keep out of your way. Or,â he adds, his smile sharpening ever so slightly, âif youâd rather, I could be very in your way. Whatever you prefer.â
You sigh, rubbing your temples. âFine. One screw-up, though, and youâre out. Got it?â
âCrystal clear,â he purrs, bowing his head slightly. âYou wonât regret this. I promise.â
As he falls into step beside you, you mutter under your breath. âAlready regretting it.â
His soft chuckle is barely audible, but it lingers all the way home.
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your ambessa x sevika x reader was SO good i wish it had a bit of comfort from sevika at the end thođ but fr u write amazingly i loved it <33
heyyy my bad lol! i wrote that at 4 am after a long day of work.. to make it up for you, here you go!âșïž
! sevika x reader fluff !
summary -;- after a one night stand with a woman you met at the last drop last night, you wake up in the morning in her bed. what more could happen?
tags -;- fluff, kissing, domestic stuff really
it was a long, long night. you had met her at the last drop. it was your first time fully enveloping yourself in zauns pleasurable businesses. the streets were littered with children, older men and women, spokespeople, clerics, etc.
you make your way into the bar, a bit nervous from the bustle and quick tempo of the atmosphere. you wander your way up to the bar to the barkeep. i glance up at the menu then back at the bartender.
"first time here 'ey?" a tall and built man asked you. a small whisper of a yes comes out of your mouth.
"no need to be afraid 'ere. names vander, i own this place. whatdya want?" he asks you, a smile never leaving his face.
you order a drink and you take a seat on the edge of the bar, protecting your drink as you people watch.
a little girl with blue hair runs by with a older girl with pink hair closelt behind. people of all sorts, animal people, zaunites, fighters, sellers, the lonely. you name it, they were here. until a certain someone caught your eye.
she was beautiful. grey eyes that shone in the light, a perfect bob with a mini bun in the back. you watched her closely as she shuffled her poker cards. she flicked her gaze up at you and you quickly focused back in on your drink.
'fuck. please don't notice me.' you think to yourself as a faint hue of pink rise on your cheeks in embarassment.
the night passes on, you stole a few more glances from her every now and then.
you decided to get back home before you get too intoxicated. you sit up and briskly walk to the bathroom, turning the corner to fix your makeup in the mirror. the door opens behind you so you shuffle out of the way for whomever to get by. until you heard the strangers voice.
"saw you starin'" she husks out, catching your gaze in the mirror as your blush comes back. you trip over your words for a second before your form a coherant sentence.
"i-im really sorry i am. im new here and i was just looking around- i wasnt staring at-" you turn around and suddenly realize just how close she is. "you.." you whisper out.
"names sevika. what about yours doll?" she whispers to you as she pushes you against the wall.
...
beep. beep. beep.
you shift around in your bed into you roll over to turn the alarm off, except you're stuck in something. you move to push whatever off of you into you realize it was an arm.
a small yelp escapes your lips until you look up, realizing who it was. your cheeks tint pink. sevika raises her arms to rub her eyes as she groggily looks up at you. "hey dollface.." she mumbles to you.
you look at her with confusion, no recognition at all. you nervously chuckle.
"shit- you mustve been real drunk." she laughs awkwardly as she sits up, pulling you into her lap almost. "s'okay. we kinda fucked then went to bed. y'know?" she states to you, as if that was normal.
she could tell from your expression that that was not your usual end to a night. a small laugh escapes her mouth as she leaves a few kisses on your forehead as an apology. "look, i gotta do some errands today for some people. so c'mon." she tells you as she gets out of bed, the shests slipping down and revealing she's still bare-naked.
a gasp escapes your mouth as you close your eyes shut tight. sevika laughs and walks over to you, moving your hands as she put a oversized shirt on. she hikes you up with ease, you laugh softly as you wrap your arms around her neck. her laege hands gripping your thighs around her hips as she waltzes into the kitchen.
she grabs some cereal from the cabinet, along with milk, a spoon and a bowl. she nudges then towards you as you sit down at her bartop. you smile at her as a gesture of appreciation.
"sorry for... yknow.. last night" you tell her as you fill your mouth with cereal.
"you're fine dollface. it was one of the better fucks ive had in a while. might just keep you around" she mumbles to you as she wraps her lips around the base of your neck, shivers running down your spine as she wraps her arms aroujd your waist and pulls you in closer.
this was gonna be a good day.
#arcane#arcane league of legends#wlw#i love women#arcane season 2#i need her so bad#i love sevika#arcane sevika#jinx arcane#vi arcane#vander#fluff#comfort#fiction
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I need to hear about WLW Marbit plssss
OKAY IM AWAKE NOW.
So last night me and some mutuals were yapping up a storm because someone had mentioned how a highschool production had a female two-bit and how marbit went crazy and since we all know I'm literally insane over wlw marbit we started yapping.
I fear I wrote SO much but I hope yall enjoy this because it's just me yapping and probably doesn't make sense.
So I believe @girlishwhimsies had mentioned soft butch two-bit x fem marcia and I fear I have NOT stopped thinking about it. Like godddd imagine all the events that happened.
Like Marcia a girl who has dated a lot of guys just praying to feel some sort of feeling back first talking to two-bit who is by far the coolest fucking girl she's ever seen and realizing something was different about this girl. Marcia who had learned very quickly in life that things were very "black and white" and there are rules she has to follow to stay with her collective group. Despite knowing that she still give this girl her number in hopes of... something.
Then Bob dies and her focus turns to Cherry and her boyfriend who's she's always just convinced herself she's liked him even though he sort of treats her like shit.
Two-Bit who the jokester still in her group full of boys and just having a blast is so silly to me. She's still a amazing fighter who's just pretty much doing whatever she wants without a care in the world. Her constantly getting in trouble at school for wearing pants and shorts at school. Two who stayed behind in order to watch over Johnny and ponyboy is actually so important to me (I believe @brunetteairhead said this at some point âŒïž).
Two-Bit who has always seemed so brave and strong literally falling all over the place because of some soc girl who is prettier than anyone she's ever seen at the drive-in. She like tripping over herself trying to impress marcia because she's never met a soc girl like her before. She's quick-witted and confident and that takes two by surprise. And getting Marciaâs number was the highlight of her night. While walking home doubt settling and making her decide to toss the number assuming it was fake makes me so sick.
Then Johnny and pony run away and everything goes down from there. She see Marcia once in the week their two youngest are gone and it's at the police station. Marcia doesn't see her but two spots her almost immediately. Marcia is just staring off into space and the bag underneath her eyes are dark. Two was leaving after being questioned so they never got to talk again.
Then later that week two gets jumped. Marcia standing there with her back turned hurt her for more than any kick or punch she got from the socs pinning her down. Long after her torment two wasn't sure what she was going to do, she could barely walk let alone all the way to the curtis residence and that's when she sees someone coming towards her. Marcia coming back and helping Two and two finds herself in Marcia's house holding her side because it hurts like a bitch but she can't believe she's in Marcias house. The two of them practically losing it because they both sense there's something there but both know they can't act on it because Marcia still has a boyfriend and two still worried about her friends. (Marcia breaks things off with trip after this because she doesn't want to be with someone who thinks its okay to hurt others .)
Them meeting eachother after a few months post book and both of them just kicking their feet n shit because they are SO down right bad. Two-bit yapping to soda about marcia knowing she likes her so bad and Marcia yapping to Cherry about how two isn't like any boy she's ever met and how she really wants their friendship to be good and Cherry hesitantly pointing out how she thinks Marcia might want more than that and marcia freaking out because she knows that it's wrong to want to see herself with this girl. A girl who seems so impossibly strong and a girl who just seemed to understand her better than anyone she's ever known. She knows it's wrong but she can't find it in herself to care. She denys her feelings for awhile because she doesn't want to ruin everything she's worked so hard to build.
The two of them hanging out more and more until eventually they are hanging out at Marcias and two is allowing Marcia to paint her nails despite not necessarily caring too much about like having her nails being done etc but she can't find it in herself to say no to Marcia whenever she makes that face that looks like a puppy who just got kicked so she always agrees. Anyways the two of them are laughing and joking and Marcia like brushes a curl out of two-bit face and the both of them sort of freeze because they are so close together. Two-bit shockingly makes the first move and kisses Marcia (ofc with a bit of hesitation but Marcia meets her halfway) and the both of them just pull away both shocked that they just kissed.
Marcia in that moment does panic for a moment before realizing that she liked the kiss and that no kiss that she's ever shared with a boy ever felt like that. Part of her couldn't find it in her to care that this was "wrong." It felt right and she wanted more, she wanted to sit here and be happy with two.
Meanwhile two is panicking so bad because Marcia is just sitting there with this shocked expression and two-bit is frantically apologizing and trying so hard not to scream or cry she doesn't know herself bit then Marcia takes two-bits hands and tells her that it's alright and that she liked it which catches two completely off guard.
"Wait you did?"
"..yeah"
Anyways after that fact they just sort of just do not talk about it for the rest of the night because the both of them have no clue how to go about talking about what they are so they just wrap up their hangout and go about their week. Two-bit absolutely losing it the next day to soda and is practically screaming over how the kiss was and how she doesn't know what to do and marcia reluctantly yapping to cherry and cherry fully saying "I told you so" and marcia just going crazy because she wants to hold Two-bits hand and she wants to be able to kiss her again but not knowing if Two-Bit wants the same(she does) and they are just complete messes I fear.
ANYWAYS once they start dating they have sleep overs all the time. Two-bit will go to the curtis house and they immediately know she was at Marcias because her nails will be all nice and pretty and her hair will be all nicely braided and she is giving them the look of 'don't you dare talk about it'. Soda totally makes fun of her for it and they almost always end up fighting on the ground.
Anyways I have no clue if any of that makes sense but they've truly taken over my life I fear.
#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#the outsiders broadway#marcia the outsiders#marbit#two bit mathews#wlw marbit#GODDD i love them#i fear theyve taken over my mind its so bad#qpr server got me cooking so hard#qpr server this is ur fault ly tho#sodapop curtis#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders fanfiction#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade
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Number 5 on that drabble list pls *bats my eyelashes innocently*
*bats my eyelashes back* This is basically under 1k...
You didn't specify, so I made it andreil bc artistic liberty and also my desire to give Neil the h/c he deserves. Enjoy!!
Andrew wakes with a jolt, the blankets being ripped off of him, and it takes him three seconds of wild breathing and harsh swinging in the dark to realize that he's the only one in the bed, and that that's the reason for his sudden exposure.Â
Three seconds too long, because Neil is still thrashing from where he rolled off the bed, taking the covers with him and, if he's lucky, softening the fall.Â
Andrew doesn't know why he deludes himself. Neil is anything but lucky.Â
He peers over the edge of the bed at him, still twisting in his fleecy prison, caught up in the throughs of whatever night terror his brain has decided to fuck him over with.
"Neil."Â
On the floor, Neil flinches, a pained sort of whimper escaping his lungs in a way that sounds like it shredded his esophagus to get out.Â
"Neil."Â
He fights harder against the blankets, still cocooned against escape, although Andrew thinks that might be the only thing that's stopping him from bashing his head in or breaking a flailing arm. The panic is the reason Andrew can't shake him awake, they discovered last month. Two black eyes in as many weeks is a bitch, especially when you throw in the fact that neither of them were sleeping for more than three hours at a clip.
"Abram."Â
Neil's eyes snap open, a shock of blue that Andrew breathes out a sigh of relief to see, even as Neil is coughing on his shuddering in-pulls of breath. Now that he's awake, Andrew can climb down and help into a position that resembles sitting, and he does, hand heavy on the back of his neck and forcing Neil forward enough that he can actually begin to take in oxygen with his still-quick gasps.Â
Andrew breathes in, deep and slow and loud in the quiet room, trying to get Neil to copy him, and after a few minutes of Andrew being able to do nothing but watch Neil panic, he does. He lists sideways and ends up half in Andrew's lap, and he's not crying exactly, but his shoulders still have a fluttery shakiness about them that makes Andrew's blood run hot, but it's useless. This anger helps no one, least of all Neil. He shoves it down. Andrew wraps his arm around Neil and slides the hand on his neck up to his hair, holding on tight. Neil turns to bury his face into the crook of Andrew's neck, his slowing humid breath a sort of balm to Andrew's worry.Â
When Neil begins to calm down, he tenses, a barely there clenching of muscles that Andrew only notices because of how close they're pressed together. Neil pulls away, red tinge resting high on his cheeks, and Andrew lets him go.Â
"I'll just...." Neil mumbles to the floor, scrambling to standing and making a vague gesture towards the door. Andrew nods even though Neil is looking everywhere but him, and Neil goes, closing the door behind him and leaving Andrew in the dark bedroom, empty and alone.Â
Andrew breathes in deeply through his nose as slow as he can before expelling all his air with a huff. Neil has always been an odd sort of sheepish after the particular disruptive nightmares, and Andrew has yet to convince him that he doesn't care. It's a point of contention, and not a battle that he's winning tonight with Neil still on edge, but is one that Andrew needs to win soon.Â
Andrew picks himself up off of the floor and shuffles down the stairs, making his way to the kitchen. He pulls down two mugs and fills the coffee maker to the sound of the sink turning off up stairs. Andrew left the stairwell light on to make sure that Neil knew where he was, but that doesn't grantee that Neil will follow.Â
Andrew fills both mugs anyway when the coffee is done, and when he turns around Neil is standing in the door way, discomfort still clinging to his skin like water droplets. Andrew holds out one of the mugs, and Neil takes it from him and gets the milk out of the fridge while Andrew finds the sugar they bought three weeks ago in the pantry.Â
Coffee done, there's nothing either of them can do to distract each other from the elephant in the room.Â
"Are we talking about it?" Andrew asks, a careful phrasing. They never want to talk about it, and there isn't anything to be done to help it other than being different people. People who don't have nightmare routines, who don't have systems for waking people up without getting a fist to the face.Â
Neil shakes his head. Fair enough.
They sip their coffees in silence, and after an eternity of the only sound being the settling of the house and Kevin's snores from the down the hall, Neil speaks.Â
"I'm sorry."Â
Andrew reaches up to smack him on the shoulder.Â
"Hey," Neil complains weakly, rubbing his arm.Â
"I don't care if you're sorry," Andrew says, as flat as he can manage. This anger helps no one. Least of all Neil. If he repeats it enough times, maybe one day he won't feel the urge to bring people long dead back just to murder them himself, slow and drawn out and painful.Â
"That doesn't change that I am," Neil answers. Andrew doesn't have anything to say to that, so he settles for glaring at him. Neil doesn't flinch under his gaze. "I don't know why it's getting worse. I'm sorry I'm dragging you down with me."Â
A martyr till the end. Andrew hates him, and almost tells him so, but there's something about the set of his shoulders that makes Andrew unsure if it would be taken the way Andrew means it right now.Â
âYouâre safe now," Andrew says instead.Â
Neil rakes a hand through his head, frustrated. "I know. This shouldn't be happening anymore. They're all dead. That should be the end of it."Â
Andrew catches him by the back of his neck, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Not what I meant. You're safe now. You're allowed to be fucked up about it. No one's going to hurt you." Andrew hopes he hears the promised, I won't let them.Â
"Andrewâ" Neil says tiredly, but Andrew shakes his head.Â
"This self flagellation shit isn't cute." At that, Neil almost smiles, and Andrew counts it as a win.Â
They'll have more to discuss in the morning, but for right now, when the hand on Neil's neck drifts up to his hair in question, Neil answers with his lips against Andrew's, bringing warmth and a safety Andrew doesn't ever want to leave.Â
I'm using this prompt list if you want to send me a number and/or paring!
#aftg#aftg fic#andreil#andreil fic#all for the game fic#all for the game#neil josten#Andrew Minyard#I had fun!! thank you so much for the prompt :)#but also the prompt to me just gives such post nightmare vibes so the way I picked the characters was by legit going#âhmm. Who do I want to hurt today.â#And that answer is usually neil. he's just so biteable.#you know??#anyway. Bone apple teeth.
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another one of my controversial bna opinions is that if you were to ask shirou their stance on the existence of ghosts, they would be a firm skeptic, despite having been a vessel for the spirits of their fallen brethren for some thousand years. they would think itâs stupid.
#raii talks a lot#i like thinking about things like these with characters. like who would win in a fight who believes in ghosts who can cook#literally just give me whatever itâs like enrichment to me.#michiruâs all âdidnât we exorcise you four months agoââ âyou didnât âexorciseâ me it was something entirely else.â#âwe removed those dead guys from you⊠what else would it be calledâŠ.â âdonât you need to be somewhere else now orâ#fuck it quick run down of whatever the fuck#michiru believes in ghosts as a last resort itâs not his first reasoning behind anything but if push comes to shove then#nazuna thinks itâs bullshit but definitely engaged in youngster shenanigans to seem cool when she was actually scared out her mind#marieâs answer of skeptic or believer depends on whatever annoys the asker more. she doesnât have a stance unless itâs to antagonize#pingua doesnât believe in ghosts per se but he believes that a place can be âhauntedâ by the âghosts of the pastâ#when he said this shirou told him to shut the fuck up
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fuck, I hate telehealth, but ya know, I think Iâd actually like it if it was in minecraft instead of a video call. Letâs do therapy in roblox or something.
#having a relationship with your therapist is unethical⊠but what about running a dungeon together in world of warcraft??#today weâre going to talk about my abandonment issues while we build a mountain base in minecraft together#shit⊠I was just joking but this is actually sounding kinda rad#but wowwee do I hate telehealth#I hate professional video calls#I always feel like Iâm saying the wrong things or Iâm not talking enough#my last psych appointment was telehealth and it suuuuuuucked#oh man I donât even know if I ever posted about this#it just felt so awkward and I was always worried someone could hear me on the call through the apartment walls#and he was like basically âjust try to think positiveâ#fuck you fuck you fuck you and also think about my butthole and fuck you#thanks for the meds but never say that shit to me again#like⊠my therapist is a cool guy. I âlove him. or as much as you can love your doctor in a distant platonic way#heâs always so cool about âyeah your chemicals are all messed upâ and heâs doesnât shut me down at least not without actually understanding#but my psych who works in the same office does telehealth and seems very distant and not great at talking about deeper issues#which is fine. really. I just needed a doc whoâd give me a fair shake and help me with the medication side#but I have to do telehealth for him and it feels so awkward and shallow#canât we just do a 5 minute phone call? âhello. can we up the dose of my meds? yes? okay thank you.â#I see you typing on your computer a lot. Iâm not saying anything interesting. if youâre on neopets just say so#anyway I only thought about this bc I guess I COULD do telehealth therapy today or something#but like I said. telehealth feels awkward and I wouldnât be able to open up over it#itâs cool tho for like⊠I dunno. people who canât go in person or need quick visits or whatever#Iâm not saying itâs not useful or a viable option. I personally just hate phone calls and video calls.#and I love video games bro đ#and I love you#goodbye forever#text
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Thinking about Brooke again
#HMMMMMM SO MANY SO MANY THOUGHTS#Cartoon Brooke was WASTED#she was a GLORIOUS MCGUFFIN#she did the sAME THING IN BOTH SPECIALS SHE WAS A MAJOR PART OF AND SHE DID NOT HAVE ANY CHARACTER GROWTH OR ANYTHING AT ALL#BUT WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE SHE DID#SHE COULD HAVE HAD A MUCH MORE INTERESTING CHARACTER ARC IN WAY TOO WONDERLAND#HAVE HER FACE REPRICUSSIONS!!!! HAVE HER BE AFRAID TO HELP AGAIN BUT HAVE HER BE UNABLE TO DENY HELPING BECAUSE SHE LOVES THESE PEOPLE!!!#THEY TRIED. THEY TRIED SO HARD WHEN BROOKE DENIED HELPING THEM FOR .5 SECONDS#''NaRrAtOr'S hAvE rUlEs ToO'' YEA RULES YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT BREAKING IN THE LAST SPECIAL AND LIKE TWO EPISODES AGO IN THE SAME SPECIAL#AND YOU CLEARLY HAVE NO PROBLEM BREAKING THEM FIVE SECONDS LATER#GIVE BROOKE THE ARC SHE DESERVES YOU COWARDS#THE WAY I SEE IT YOU COULD GO TWO ROUTES WITH BROOKE AFTER SPRING UNSPRUNG#ONE IS BASICALLY JUST THE BROOKE REFUSES TO GET PUNISHED ROUTE WHERE SHE RUNS AWAY AND FUCKS SHIT UP#AND IN THE OTHER BROOKE IS WAY TOO AFRAID TO GET PUNISHED AGAIN AND WITH THE COMBO OF HER PARENTS BEING UNABLE TO HELP HER NARRATE SHE JUST#FEELS LOST AND AFRAID BECAUSE SHE NEVER HAD A SOLO NARRATION AND SHE GAINS MORE CONFIDENCE IN HER ABILITIES THE MORE SHE GOES ON#SHE WAS SCARED OF HER FIRST SOLO NARRATION IN THE BOOK#SHE WAS EXCITED AND AFRAID#SHOW HER BEING AFRAID!!!!#SHE WAS SOOO PUMPED AND EXCITED AND ANTSY AND QUICK TO JUMP THE GUN IN THE LAST SPECIAL LET WHATEVER PUNISHMENT SHE FACED BRING HER DOWN#TO A POINT WHERE SHE'S TOO AFRAID TO EVEN OPEN HER MOUTH TO SAY THAT THERE'S A COUP#TO EVEN MENTION IT#LET HER PARENTS BE THERE TO KEEP HER IN CHECK AT FIRST TO MAKE SURE SHE DOESN'T BREAK THE RULES AGAIN#LET HER BE UNDER JUST SOOO MUCH PRESSURE#AND ONCE THEY'RE GONE SHE CAN SHED HERSELF OF HER FEARS AND INSECURITIES THE LONGER SHE GOES ON NARRATING ALONE#AAAA#ever after high#eah#brooke page#i am off the deep end
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THEY DONT KNOW IT - LN4
summary : Sheâs a popstar whoâs being oggled by the same grid who doesnât believe Lando has a chance with her. In a simple quiet conversation, Lando fixes that.
listen up : lando norris x popstar!reader. mentions of sex. reader wrote bed chem!!
word count : 629
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âYou hear whoâs in the paddock today?â Oscar eyes Lando as he joins the group of drivers. They all look suspiciously giddy.
âNoâŠ?â Lando eyes them, Itâs Carlos whoâs grinning and speaks up first.
âY/n L/n.â the spaniard whispers.
Lando raises a brow as Alex nods to his girlfriend talking to you, âSheâs a super famous singer right? Lily loves her.â
âVery pop.â Charles adds in.
âVery hot.â Franco says as they all turn to him, âWhat? You were all thinking it.â a surge of jealousy goes through Lando. Obviously he knows people think youâre hot, heâs the fan club president. But Franco saying it makes him want to go over there and kiss you in front of the young driver.
Lando watches you move your hair behind your ear, assessing the little black dress youâve got on. âFuck.â is the only think Yuki can say.
âHasn't she been to a couple races?â George adds, âFor any reason orâŠâ Lando wants to yell at them that youâre there for him.
âSheâs a fan.â Charles says, âHangs with Alex in the garage sometimes.â
You wonder if they know how obviously the group is looking at you. You turn and give them a little smile. Most of the guys look away except Lando, who waves.
âWhat the fuck?â Carlos makes a face.
âDude-â Max laughs as Lando looks around at the group.
âWhat?â
âGive up now.â Alex shrugs.
âExcuse you?â Lando crosses his arms over his racing suit, âYou think I donât have a chance?â They all start laughing, âFuck you, lot!â
Alex grins, âDonât let netflix hear.â
Carlos slaps his hand onto his friends shoulder, âMate⊠sheâs just so- and youâre so⊠itâs not made to be.â
Lando just scoffs, âDonât pout!â Max laughs, âIâm pretty sure sheâs the only girl out of your reach.â
âYou donât know about Nadia?â Alex grins.
Max gives him a confused look but turns back to Lando, except when he does, he realizes heâs already gone and walking towards you.
You smile when you see Lando, he slips his arm around your waist and pulls you in for a quick hug, âHi.â His eyes linger on you before smiling kindly at Lily.
âIâll be back, Y/n. Lando keep your distance.â She points to the driver before walking away.
âThe guys donât think I have a chance with you.â He whispers into your ear, his hand still on your waist.
You laugh a bit, glancing at the men who are all staring at you two. âSo naive.â he laughs a bit, tilting his head down.
A curl goes into his face and you resist the urge to push it back. âIâm happy youâre here.â this makes your cheeks go a bit pink. Funny, youâve been sleeping together for months and he can say the tinest thing to get you to blush.
âIâm happy I'm here too. Win for me?â
âWhat do I get if I do?â His hand backs off your waist a bit, clearly aware of the eyes on you.
You look up at him, his eyes greener than ever, âWhatever you want?â
His brows go up, âWhatever?â
The corner of your mouth quirks, âWithin reason.â
âNot much reason between the two of us.â You roll your eyes and back away from him so youâre no longer touching.
âGo run back to your friends and giggle about how a pretty girl kissed you.â
âBut you didnât-â He gets cut off by your lips on his cheek. Heâs grinning ear to ear as you walk away, waving a bit.
When Lando walks back to the guys theyâre gobsmacked, âTell me you didn't just meet her today.â Charles practically pleads.
He laughs at their faces, âHave you ever heard the song, bed chem?â
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Description: Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys. I have so many thoughts about these men and I just needed to get them out of my system. Characters: Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo. Word Count: 2.2k Tags: fem!reader, brat taming, praise, somnophilia, edging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, consent non consent, choking, degradation, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk.
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a/n: These are more like thirsts than headcannons but oh well. I might expand on some of these eventually and turn them into full fics if I can sit down and commit to it. It the mental illness, innit? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these little blurbs! Special shout out to @foxyfiction & @to-eden for helping me with the prompts for some of these, you both are amazing. <3
I also have a masterlist now, if youâre interested that could be found : HERE
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Brat Taming
Hiragi had enough of you today, your skirt pulled up high, a constant switch in your hips while on patrol today with the Tamon team. Constantly teasing him, whether it was pulling him into an alley for an impromptu make out session, bending over in front of him letting him catch a glimpse of your already wet panties, or rubbing against his perpetually hard cock as you âjust needed to slip past him real quickâ. He was patient, tension building throughout the day coming to a fever pitch when you had both made it back to your shared apartment. He was on you in moments, lifting the back of your skirt to lay a harsh lap to you ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he growls in your ear. â I want you on that bed and I want you completely bare, do you understand?â He releases you hair, watching as you strip for him, climbing on the bed moments after you do.
Grabbing a hold of your cheeks with a rough hand he forces you to look up at him, eyes glazed over with arousal. Squishing your cheeks he props your mouth open, shoving a long digit past your lips. He grins as your mouth instinctively wraps around the digit, pumping the finger in and out of your lips, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue wrap around the digit. Sucking his teeth as you shoot him a wink as he stuffs a second digit in your mouth. âSuch a fucking brat, you know that?â He forces your thighs apart, free hand punctuating his words with a harsh slap to your dripping cunt.
His fingers sliding down, his fist two digits using your saliva that coated them to rub fast smooth circles against the sensitive bud. âDonât forget your still getting punished baby.â He tsks giving you a sharp toothed grin. âLook at your pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, poor baby.â He coos, leaning down to your ear, lips grazing the shell to whisper. âYouâre going to have to come from just my fingers before you can have my cock baby, think you can do that for me, hmm?â
Praise (Receiving)
Kaji had lost his temper once more, today a fight had broken out. One of the members of the opposing gang had harshly grabbed your arm, tugging you against him spitting extremities about the things he plandded to do to you. The words coupled with the fear in your wide eyes had Kaji seeing red. Completely blacking out in a fit of rage, he hated his, he especially hated you seeing him like this. The few times he had lost his temper in front of you, he ran, unable to face you. But not this time, you wouldnât let him run from you. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket you were quick to take him back to your apartment, silencing whatever apologies or exasperations with your lips against his.
Walking him backward toward your bedroom you wait for the back of his knees to hit the mattress. Pushing him to sit down as you climb on his lap. Mouths entangling in a heated embrace, clothes being pulled from each others bodies in a rush of passsion. Kaji trails kisses down your exposed body, lips wrapping arount a perked bud taking your nipple into his mouth. You rocked your hips against his, gronaing into the air. Your hands unfaten his pants, and with his help you pull his cock from his pants. You give him a smile, stroking his cheeks, eyes soft with fondness. âYou're such a good boy Ren, always so good to me.â
You coo, the praise falling from your lips as you place one more kiss to his lips. Moving to grab him by the base, positioning him at your entrance, the desperate look in his eyes is all the confirmation you need to sink down on his length. You bite your lip, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the brim. You tangle one hand in his hair, pulling lightly on his blonde strands, while the other moves up to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. Pulling away only far enough to mumble into his lips. âFuck, Ren.. Feel so good, you fill me up so good baby. I love you so much.â
Somnophillia
You wake feeling something warm between your legs. It isnât long before your head is thrown back against the pillows you were once sleeping soundly against, voice crying out in pleasure as your boyfriendâs tongue draws slow patterns on your sensitive clit. You look down at him eyes lidded with sleep and now lust. âHaru.. what are you doing?â You mumble, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Between your thighs you can feel his cheeks heat up, a feirce blush on his features. He barely pulls from your cunt, mumbling against your center. âCouldnât sleep, needed to taste you, âm want you so bad.â
He groans, hips rutting into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock. Any further arguments are silenced by a loud moan erupting from your lips, Sakura licks a fat stripe up your clit brfore reattaching his lips fully to your nub. He eats your cunt with such desperation, as if he needed to conume you to keep air in his lungs. His tongue is soon replaced by the rough pad of his thumb, head ducking lower to slide his tongue inside of your entrance, sliding against the silk walls of your pussy. He groans deep in his throat, the vibrations of the noise only enhancing the pleasure youâre feeling. âAlways taste so fucking good, need more..â He groans, pulling from your center, he slides up your body lips attacking yours with reckless hunger. He slid the material of his boxers down in one swift motion, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, collecting your wetness on the tip of his cock using it to ease himself inside your velvety walls.
He lets out a loud groan as he fully sheaths his cock inside you, head dipping to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is immediately laced with hunger, teeth clashing and tongues dancing in each others mouths. He pulls away, heavy breaths fanning against your lips as he sets a harsh steady pace from the start. âFuck baby⊠canât even sleep without you consuming my thoughts. Need you desperately⊠constantly.. feel like Iâll lose it if Iâm not inside of you.â
Edging/Mommy Kink
You place a delicate kiss to his lips, trailing your kisses down his body until you were situated between his thighs. Looking up at him with hooded eyes from your current position. âYou weren't lying baby boy. Look at how hard you are.â You grin, not letting him answer as you gave a few experimental tugs to his cock. Leaning up to lick a fat stripe from his base to his tip, collecting the pre come that had been steadily dripping since you had begun. Pulling away and leaning up once again, you grab his face in your hand, forcing his mouth open before letting your saliva mixed with his precum drip from your mouth to his. Placing a hand over his mouth, you lean down to his ear. âSwallow baby, I want you to taste us.â
You take his shock as an opportunity to lower yourself back down between his legs, swirling your tongue around his sensitive mushroom tip, taking as much as your throat would allow, hollowing your cheeks. Beginning to bob your head up and down on his cock. Choji tugged at the cloth around his wrists, restraining himself as much as he could to not buck his hips. Failing miserably as his body writhed under yours He cried out as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, tears collecting by the corners of his eyes. Whimpers and cries falling from his lips as he found every ounce of restraint to not let his body betray him. The could in his stomach building once more for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. He didnât want to fuck all of this up and receive punishment even further. âMommy, please your mouth is so warm⊠be careful. I dont wanna come.. too soon.â
You grin around him, looking up at him through your lashes, nearly removing yourself from him before plunging back down, taking him until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few more times before pulling yourself off his cock with a 'pop'. You make your way up his body, getting impatient yourself, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Straddling his abdomen, right above where he needed you most, Â pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Desperately trying not to show that you were just as affected by your actions. You grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harshly, effectively separating your lips as you speak against his lips. âTell mommy what you want baby boy. Go on, use your words I want to hear you.â
Dacryphillia
Each one of your pleas fog his mind with uncontrollable lust. Wram brown irises drowning in it. âSo desperate for me already, darling, we havent even begun the main event.â He teases, directly into your ear, as he finally lines the tip of his thick cock with your entrance. Suo had been teasing you for what seemed like hours. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated cunt. Having made you come undone on his fingers and tongue several times, your pussy having felt desperatly empty without his cock filling you. He grins as you whine, his head just barely probing your entrance. âPlease, Haya.â You whimper desperate for him to do something, anything, tears blurring your vision as they collected at your lashline.
âPlease?â He tiles his head in mocking obliviousness. âPlease what princess? Gotta tell me what to do or I cant help you, tell me what is it that you want?â He coos, free hand sliding up your stomach, thumb circling a pert nipple. Grinning he leans down tugging on your earlobe with this teeth, breaths fanning against your ear as he continues to speak. âWant me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cock? Feeling you flutter against me, whimpering out my name from those beautiful lips. Is that what youre asking for my pretty little bunny?â
He grins eyes lithe with mischief as you continue to babble, words coming out in a jumbled mess of pleas and calls of his name. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, desperation for him consuming your entire being. Suoâs hand coming up to caress your cheek. Thumb swiping at the tears that cascaded down your face. âOh, sweet babyâ He purrs, slipping the same thumb past your lips, letting you taste the salty wetness of your tears. âCrying for me already? Weâve barely even started.â He giggles, hips lurching forward, slamming into you to the hilt with one swift movement of his hips. Groaning as your back arches from the bed, eyes rolling back with a scream of his name being forced from your lips. âAs much as Iâd love to hear you beg for it, ive been waiting for too long for you my princess.~â
Cat and Mouse/CNC
Your breaths come out in heavy pants, your heart racing in your chest, your feet slamming against the grassy terrain as you run as fast as your legs can carry you. The shadow of the figure on your tail looming behind you. You pushed further, weaving in and out of trees to shake your assailant. The dark wooded area was easy to get lost in. You had only paused your running for a moment, attempting to take in your soundings, looking for a route to escape. Attempting to catch your breath, you were sure you had lost him. Just as you were about to turn on your heel and take off once more your eyes shoot wide, feeling fingers of a large hand wrap themselves around your throat. Your attacker using their grip as leverage  to shove you roughly against a tree, the larger figure looms over yours. Tattooed fingers squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult. Lips grazing your ear as he leans down to your height. âGotcha~â
Endoâs piercing blue eyes lock with yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Tongue invading your mouth, free hand coming up to cup your dripping cunt. Fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He smirks against your lips as you moan into his mouth. Pulling from you, he quickly removes your soiled panties, running his finger between your soaked slit. Bringing his finger to his lips taking in the way you taste, moaning around his fingers.
âFuck doll, you taste so fucking good. Already so fucking wet for me.â He uses his thumb to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva between your parted lips. âGo on babydoll, taste yourself.â He chuckles as you instinctively swallow, turning you in his embrace so your bent over. Flipping up your skirt, he leans back to take all of you in, eyes hungrily wracking over your exposed sex. Parting your folds with a thumb, watching as your entrance contracts around nothing a large grin splits across his face as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. âGotta remind you who this belongs too huh? This cunt is mine princess.â
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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I already have a part two in mind for this, so keep an eye out. Until then, see you later!
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blue collar simon ⥠because i'm going insane
pt 2 here
⌠he's waking up around 4:30am most days, due to starting at a new job site that gives him a longer commute. he's grumbly when his alarm blares, quickly turning it off and sitting on the edge of the bed for a minute to stare off and come to. his footsteps are quiet as he heads to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and giving his face a rinse to clear it from sleep. simon makes sure to keep his hair short, only needing to run his fingers through it to tame a few wild pieces that stick up on the side.
⌠most mornings you get up with him, his alarm waking you up even with as quickly as he turns it off. "go back t'sleep love," he leans over, cupping your cheek lovingly as you try to blink the sleep out of your eyes.
"gonna pack your lunch si," you say, so quietly he almost doesn't hear you. he knows better than to argue though, you're already up and nothing is better than having you help him get ready for his long day.
you slip on one of his hoodies on your way downstairs, practically swimming in the fabric as it rests on your mid thighs, hands covered in the long sleeves. his heart swells, you look so cute when you're tired and stubborn, refusing to let him leave without a proper lunch.
⌠he's not able to talk much throughout the day with how busy he is. sometimes you only get a quick 2 minute call while he's scarfing down his lunch, complaining about how their project manager was being a dick that day.
"'right babe. gettin' back to it so i'll call you when i'm leaving, whenever the fuck that'll be."
"okay si. i love you, be careful."
"always am. love you."
sometimes you get lucky with a random picture of something on the site, having no idea what it is you can only respond with a "what am i looking at?"
"fuckin' dumbass rookie can't mark out a straight line to save his fuckin' life."
whatever the hell that means. simon thinks it's funny though.
⌠comes home with new cuts and bruises everyday, the wrap on one of his fingers soaked with dirt and blood. his hands are cut up and scarred, calloused and rough to the touch but you still love them, those hands provide everything for you. you're constantly having to remind him to clean under his nails after a long day though, refusing to be touched until they're squeaky clean.
⌠he never gets home at the same time, a supposed-to-be 10 hour shift can quickly turn into a 12 or 13 depending on how much work needs to be done. not a week goes by when he doesn't have overtime, and though he makes a lot of money, he's fucking exhausted when he gets home. lazily unlacing and kicking his boots off at the door while coming in, practically with a limp, his knees and feet fighting to not give out from pure exhaustion.
still finds the energy to shove his dirty hands under your shirt though when he catches you at the stove preparing him a plate. his unkempt stubble scratches your neck as he inhales your clean, addicting scent. planting soft kisses along the skin, you almost melt into him until you smell him, dust and sweat clouding your nose.
"ugh simon! you can't be all over me while you're dirty," you whine, trying to pull away from his tightening grip on your hips.
"can't help it when y'look so damn good. missed you all day," he grumbles, pulling your ass back against his growing bulge in his work pants, thrusting against you through layers of clothing.
"eat and take a shower first, then we can talk," you give him another shove - much to his dismay. apparently he wasn't as tired as he thought.
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Scent
Miguel OâHara X f!reader
Summary:Â It was an intoxicating scent. And he knew it was yours. (In which Miguel goes feral when you ovulate)
Word count: 4k+
Warnings: Language. Obvs. S m u t. Obvs. Oral, f receiving. P in V (no protection), cum eating. Cheesy probs. Reader says Miguel's name a lot lmfao not beta read.
Minors DNI.
Honestly, I donât know how any of this stuff works. This is some bullshit and none of it makes sense. Enjoy.
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Miguel was fucking losing it.Â
He couldnât focus, couldnât keep his head on straight. There was a thick fog clouding his judgment, disorienting him like a fever he couldnât sweat out.
It started with a scent.
Light at first, a barely there whiff of something.Â
It lingered at HQ, trailing between passageways and different conference rooms. There were times when it didn't linger at all for weeks. Then it'd start right up again, progressively getting worse.
It was an intoxicating scent. And he knew it was yours. How could it not be when you spent the most time with him?
It happened once a month for a week at most, and like clockwork, his body reacted viciously, betraying him of all logical thoughts. Your scent seized him by the throat in a sort of chokehold. Some days were unbearable, your scent so strong that heâd have to fight with every muscle and nerve in his body not to touch you, to not bend you over andâ
Well. That wasn't a healthy thought.
Recently (the last two months to be exact), heâd have to excuse himself and step out of the room for a few minutes whenever youâd arrive from your world to report for duty, sneaking off to the restroom to tug on his cock till he felt some relief. Images of you would flash in his mind: you on your knees with your lips wrapped around him, or the pained face he'd imagine would twist your features when sinking down on his thick length. He'd come in his hand, sticky ropes of white, using his release to coat his stiff length and go again.
He never truly felt satiated. It was something to keep his appetite at bay. But once heâd come back and face you heâd get hard all over again, drugged out on whatever smell it was that emanated off of you.
Heâd salivate like a dog and his bulge would grow uncomfortably large in his skin-tight suit. It got to the point where he couldnât face you, and whenever youâd greet him heâd return it with a simple grunt, giving you a clear view of his broad, imposing back. He never looked at you anymore unless to sneak in a quick glance and even then, itâd make his cock twitch in desperation, the head weeping, begging to be touched.
He was fucking feral, like a Neanderthal, primitive and obsessed.
You smelled rich, mildly tangyânot like the fruity perfumes some of the spider ladies wore around him. No, it was something else entirely, something earthy, like what he imagined was between your delicate legs. Like wet cunt ready to be taken.Â
And God, did he want to take it.
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"Miguel."Â
He tensed up at the sound of your voice, running a hand through his unruly dark hair. Maybe the cafeteria at HQ wasnât the best hiding spot.
It was the middle of the monthâJuly fifteenth to be exactâwhich meant you had that smell again.
You were ovulating.
He knew enough about female anatomy to put the pieces together when he realized that about two weeks after his body reacted to your scent, you'd be in a terrible mood.
"What crawled up your ass?" He'd asked you once, keeping his eyes on all his monitors but immediately noting your discomfort. You sat on a chair beside him, head in your arms as you leaned on the desk.
He could feel you glaring daggers at his profile.
"Shut up. I'm on my period, asshole."
He did shut up after that.
Blood immediately began to rush toward his cock, bringing it to life.
You stood in front of him, one hand on your hip while the other held a plastic container from the empanada joint everyone had a taste for.Â
"What?" Miguel uttered, keeping his eyes trained on a particular stain on the otherwise pristine white table. Any distraction was a welcomed distraction.
You pulled back the chair opposite of his, plopping down on it unceremoniously. The action sent waves of your aroma toward him like a crashing wave, engulfing him completely. He stiffened, dropping his head slightly while the heel of his hand pressed over his growing bulge.Â
"You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?"Â
âIâŠdonât know what youâre talking about.â He said through gritted teeth, fangs visible when he grimaced. His scarlet eyes wandered over your face for a few seconds before he ripped them away, barely avoiding the twitch in your brow and the growing frown on your lips.
âSeriously?â You scoffed, âYouâve been avoiding me for, what, two months? Iâm surprised I got a hold of you. Youâre never in the cafeteria.â You ripped open the container, digging inside to grab the fried little snack. âDo we have a problem Iâm not aware of?â
Miguel watched you take a bite of the empanada, committed to memory the way your tongue lapped at the grease coating your lips. His hand pressed harder over his cock, and at that moment he cursed himself for implementing the suit-only rule. He could really use a pair of sweatpants right now.
âWell? Do we?â You challenged him, defiant as always. You had this look in your eye that heâs seen beforeâyour adrenaline was about to kick into overdrive. Always ready for a fight.
He sighed, shaking his head, willing himself to breathe. He felt sweat begin to bead across his hairline, strands of his hair sticking down the sides of his face. Your scent was becoming unbearable, overwhelming him to the point where he felt lightheaded. He licked his dry lips, carelessly running the tip of his tongue over his sharp canines only to pierce through the delicate muscle. The salty taste of iron exploded in his mouth and he grunted, pinching his eyes shut in frustration.Â
"Mig."
âNo!â He finally barked, slamming a fist over the table. It shook from the weight of his large hand, the empty container almost flying off the surface. You went wide-eyed for a moment at his outburst before pressing the last bite of your snack between your lips, unfazed.
âIt clearly doesnât seem that way,â you replied calmly, but the twitch in your brow remained and your eyes narrowed. You wiped your mouth and fingers with a brown recyclable napkin meticulously, âif you have a problem, say so.â
One thing you had in common with Miguel was your bluntness. You always cut to the chase, saying what you needed to without much thought. It was one of the things that he appreciated in a fellow spider person but right now it only served to irritate him. That last thing he wanted was to deal with someone as fucking stubborn as him.
He must've looked like hell because when you regarded him, the hardness in your eyes softened immensely as if only just realizing his disheveled appearance. You went to touch his hand over the table but he snatched it away before you could, glaring.Â
"You don't look so good,â you reasoned quietly, stung by his actions, âdâyou need some help?â
"M'fine."
"I don't thinkâ"
"Listen to me very carefully," Miguel hissed, nose flaring and skin burning hot, "I need you to get away from me."Â
"Whatâ"
"I'm not gonna tell you again," he seethed, cock struggling to break free from the constraints of his suit, "Go. Leave."
You were stunned into silence, tapping your fingers over the table awkwardly before grabbing your mess and leaving without another word.
Miguel watched you leave with a groan, dropping his head back in aggravation.
He was so fucked.
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You hadn't shown up to HQ in a while. He couldn't blame you.Â
While that should've been a win for Miguel, it wasn't. Sure, the violent attacks on his body had diminished somewhat, but now, just because you werenât around as much didnât mean you didnât leave his thoughts for a second.
He could've called youâhad that stupid watch to contact youâsee if you were okay. But his pride assaulted him every time he so much as glanced at his watch.Â
His thoughts circulated and continued, imagining you in all the positions he wanted to put you in, which landed him back in the restroom for a daily cock tug when he shouldâve been working.
The spiderverse needed to be controlled and admittingly, you were one of the best on his team. You were stealthy and intelligentâhe needed you more than he'd cared to admit.
And...he missed you.
But you were off fighting crime and restoring the peace in your universeâat least that was the excuse you'd given him, only showing face when it was absolutely necessary.
Which, as of late, wasnât very necessary.
And still, he suffered.
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Earth- 0708.Â
A shit show of a universe where the height of winter was in the middle of fucking August. It was snowing, small tufts of flurries lightly coating the ground in white.
Miguel knew exactly where to find you. Sunnyside, Lowery Street off the seven train. On the corner of a bodega by the broken lamp post. He could walk to your apartment complex blind if he really wanted to.
And there it was. He could smell you upon arrivingâthrough the concrete and rusty red brick, up the five floors to your windowâhe could smell you. His hands shook (not from the cold) as his claws gripped the aging wall, his cock doing its usual swelling.
You must have sensed him immediately, slamming your bedroom window open and peering out into the darkness before he could even make it to your window. The cold wind blew and carried your scent. Mierda.Â
âMiguel?â You called out, squinting down at him as he scaled the dusty brick wall. When he finally came face to face with you, he lowered his mask, revealing his flushed face and sweat-slicked hair. He could see his breath come out in short, little puffs.
âYou couldnât use the front door like a normal person?â You asked with a roll of your eyes, crossing your arms.
âWhen were we ever normal people?â It was meant to come out smooth as butter but Miguelâs voice was hoarse, throat seemingly drier than the Sahara. He cleared it, stepping through the window, turning around to quickly slam it shut. He was concentrating, forcing himself to take a deep breath before turning around to face you, except, you were already gone, disappearing deeper into your apartment.
He grunted, rubbing his eyes. He thought heâd gotten better at controlling himself. The gentle breathing helped, but it didnât mean he wasnât struggling to keep his cock under control. It twitched a few times, and he groaned, exiting your bedroom. It was now or never.
You were in your tiny kitchen, stirring a cup of tea while the TV in the living room softly played some sitcom he remembered you were into. You were in a black hoodie and gray sweats, your hair messily thrown up in a ponytail. Heâd seen you this way more than he could count. When did you become so pretty? Miguel didnât understand it. You were under his nose this whole time, and he never really looked at you. Well, that was wrong. He did, of course, he did, but he never indulged. He was too much of a workaholic for that.
âWhat do you want?â You asked, monotoned, âI took care of all the bad guys so I know you're not here for that.â You propped your elbows on your kitchen counter, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you peered up at him. Youâd always told him he looked massive in your apartment as if his shoulders would cave the entire place in, and now, with you looking at him like thatâall doe eyes and confusionâjust a tiny thing, wellâŠhis cock twitched.
He swallowed thickly, jaw tense as he looked away from you to collect himself.
âI gotta ask you somethin'.â The words rushed out of his mouth, the flashing images on the TV seemingly more interesting to him than anything else.
âShoot.âÂ
âItâs⊠gonna sound weird, bare with me.â
âOâŠkay.âÂ
Miguel turned away from you as he always did, hoping to curb his sweltering need to take you against your wall like a beast. âAre you ovulating?â It was quiet for a beat, and his heart flew into his throat in pure mortification.
âWhat?âÂ
âYou heard me, Iâm not repeating it again.âÂ
âMiguel, what the fuckââÂ
âJustâanswer the Goddamn question, por favor.â He pinched the bridge of his nose, bowing his head in frustration. He felt hot, his body burning as if molten lava flowed through his veins. His tone must have done something because when he looked over his shoulder you were on your phone tapping a few buttons.
â...Yes,â you finally answered, bringing your gaze to meet his half-lidded eyes, âaccording to my app.âÂ
âMierda,â He groaned, dropping his head in his hands, âfuck. Okay.âÂ
âYou gonna tell me whatâs going on, Miguel?â
âAnd you ovulate mid-month? Between the twelfth and sixteenth? No donâtâdonât look at me like that, please,â Miguel choked as he began to pace back and forth, ignoring the incredulous look on your face that was both humiliating and overwhelmingly arousing at the same time, âJustâjust answer.â Another beat of silence engulfed you both as you searched the information through your period tracker with a shaky hand.
âUhh, yeah, t-thatâs right.â You placed your phone down on the counter, your tea now cold and long forgotten. âMigâŠwhatâs with the questions? How dâyou even know that?â
He finally paused his steps to run a hand through his hair before facing you from a safe distance, hoping you wouldnât notice the growing erection burning hot between his legs from the angle he was in. If you noticed the large space between you both, you didnât mention it.
âI havenât been ignoring you,â you snorted at the comment, and again, he pinched the bridge of his nose, âI havenât been ignoring you by choice, me entiendes?âÂ
âSo what is it then?â You took a couple of steps closer while he took a couple of steps back.
âItâs your scentâyou smell so fucking good and it's driving fucking crazy, muñeca.âÂ
âI-I donât understand, Mig, whatââ
âLook, I donât understand it either,â he ran a hand through his locks again and again as if ready to rip the strands off, âall I know is you have aâŠscent when you ovulate every monthâŠand, wellâŠâ he dropped both arms to his sides, standing there like an idiot as you stepped closer to drink him in. Your eyes traced him over, his broad shoulders and muscled arms, his thick thighs, and his engorged coâ
âM-Miguel?â Your gaze was pinned to his bulge, pushing against the confines of his suit. âWhy didn't you tell me anything?â
The question made him burnâmade him bare his fangs and curl his hands into tight fists.
"What did you expect?â He spat, pacing again, âHow was I gonna tell you some shit like this?" He licked his lips, his body feeling feverish. If he didn't leave soon he was sure to do something he'd regret.
âMiguel, come here.â He ignored you, much too irritated and embarrassed to do anything but just stand there. His jaw clicked, the bone shifting under the skin as he grinded his teeth in frustration. He could hear your footsteps padding softly behind him until you stood in front of him, craning your neck just to make eye contact.
It was unbearable being in your presence. He was going lightheaded again, the arousal almost blinding.
âMig? D-did you need some help?â You whispered, your fingers ghosting over his chiseled abdomen, ready to trail lower but his large hand gripped you by the wrist, halting your movements.
âNo.â He choked, âIâm not gonna force you to do something you donât want to. Just came to tell you.â
âWhat if I want to?â You continued, lifting your free hand to press your warm palm over his heaving chest, âWhat if I told you Iâve wanted to do this for a long time?âÂ
Miguel hissed as soon as you cupped his erection, gently rubbing your palm up and down the smooth surface of his bulge, hidden behind the silky fabric of his suit.
âPoor Miguelâall this suffering, all this grief, when all you needed was for me to relieve you,â you tutted, feeling how incredibly hard he was, âso I have a scent, huh?â Miguel groaned, his head lolling to the side as he watched your careful movements. The friction wasnât enough, but it was more than he could have asked for in the last few months. His hand was nothing compared to yours. âWhat do I smell like then?â
âLike wet pussy,â he swallowed thickly, hands fighting the urge to grip you by the waist, âsmells amazing, muñeca.â He hissed again when you gripped him firmly.
âYeah?â You smiled, your eyes just as hooded as his, âAnd what do you want to do to me?âÂ
A growl rumbled in his chest. Without saying another word, he pushed you back against the closest wall, caging you in his large arms.
âYou have no idea the things I want to do to you.â He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose over yours. Your eyes fluttered, lips parting to take the tiniest breaths, chest heaving in arousal.Â
âShow me.â You breathed before Miguel kissed you. He curled around you, sealing you away from everything that wasnât him. Your scent had his head buzzing, had him licking wildly into your mouth, his fangs grazing your skin more times than you could count.Â
He pawed at your hoodie, his claws sinking into the black fibers of the fabric. âDo you care about this?â He said between kisses, skimming the delicate skin underneath.
âIt was an ex-boyfriendâs.â You yelped when Miguel tore into the hoodie immediately, ripping apart the seams with ease. You weren't wearing a t-shirt underneath, leaving you bare above the waist.
âNot important then.â He muttered, tossing the thick shreds of fabric aside in favor of touching your bare skin. He noted your eyes, how blown your pupils were at his actions. You were cold, nipples pebbling and goosebumps forming over your arms. Miguel cooed, his thumbs reaching out to rub the sensitive nubs on your chest, tugging them between his fingers. Your head fell back against the wall, a mewl escaping you.Â
âMiguel,â you moaned, arching your body into his skillful hands. He brought you flushed against him, pressing his face into your neck and licking a stripe up to your ear.
âÂżQuĂ© pasĂł, hermosa? I barely touched you,â Miguel chuckled, lifting you up in his arms with ease and walking to your bedroom. He threw you on your bed, and within seconds, your sweats were pulled down with your panties, hastily tossed to the side.Â
He observed you like a beast on the hunt, eyes trained on your glistening cunt. There it was, the source of his misfortunes for all those months, weeping and swollen with arousal, just waiting to be fucked. His mouth watered, watching you slowly swirl your fingers between your folds, coating two digits with your slick before presenting them to him.
âWanna taste?â
He saw how your juices clung to your fingers like glossy webs when you wiggled them toward him. He kneeled in front of you, gripping your wrist in his hand and lapping at your essence, plunging your fingers into his mouth. He moaned in relief as if tasting you was the cure to every issue he'd encountered.
You gasped, mouth slightly ajar as you watched him. It was so obscene how this man took pleasure from your taste alone, coating your fingers entirely in his spit. You whined, the sensation of his tongue causing your cunt to flutter, desperate to be filled.
âMiguel,â you whined, âget rid of the suit.â He chuckled over your fingers, letting you feel the tip of his fang over the soft pads before releasing them with a gentle pop. He stood to his full height, dwarfing you, glowing in that suit of his. Slowly, the tech that held his suit together scurried down the length of his body like falling stars until he was completely nude. His cock sprung forward, finally released from its prison, standing large and proud.
âOh my god,â Miguel heard you mutter, saw how your eyes were trained on the angry red tip, shining with precome. His chest puffed with pride. You licked your lips, mind already set on the task you'd given yourself. You moaned, desperate for a taste of him.
He didn't give you much time to react, surging forward to place a hand around your delicate throat, putting the slightest bit of pressure before pushing you down flat.Â
"Next time. I need to taste you." His eyes were glowing, burning red in the dim lighting of your bedroom. He knelt again, grabbing your hips firmly and pulling you roughly toward the edge of the bed before devouring your cunt like a starved man.
"Shit," you cried, hands immediately tugging on his hair as you threw your head back, "M-Miguel." He was insatiable, tongue swirling around your clit several times before lapping at your soaked folds, moaning at the tangy taste.Â
"Que rico," he muttered to himself, the vibrations of his voice over your cunt causing you to cry out. He continued his assault, dipping his tongue into your hole, a testament of what was to come. Then, without warning, he plunged his middle finger inside, immediately hitting something that made you see stars. You choked and heaved, pulling at his hair as he fucked you with his thick finger while sucking on your clit.
"Fuuuck, Miguel, I-I think I'mâ" you threw your head back, eyes rolling as you came, gushing all over Miguel's mouth and hand. You trembled, almost sobbing when he hadn't let up, feasting on your juices as his finger continued to thrust into you.
"M-Miguel, I can't," you whined, your hands fighting to lift his head away from your aching cunt, but he ignored you, too drunk on your taste to stop. He carefully added a second finger, easily finding a rhythm to thrust into you. The stretch had you gasping for air, thighs trembling on either side of his head. If two fingers were too much for you then his cock would surely be a challenge.
Miguel's eyes were closed, tongue hungrily lapping at the wetness you produced, and within seconds had you falling apart with a wicked moan. Your cunt squeezed his two fingers when you came again, coating his hand and chin with your slick. You sobbed, begging him to stop, and he did, placing a wet kiss on each of your inner thighs before carefully pulling his fingers out.
"Look at me, hermosa." You hiccupped, craning your neck to look at Miguel with blurry eyes. He already had his red gaze pinned on you, and when he had your attention he placed his cum coated fingers into his mouth, humming in approval at the taste.
You were mesmerized, not even fucked by his cock yet but somehow already drunk on the anticipation. You whimpered, watching him lap up the last of your juices on his fingers.
"M-miguel?"
"You taste so fucking good," he growled with a shake of his head, pushing his face into your pulsating cunt one more time to breathe in your intoxicating scent. His hot breath over your pussy made your toes curl, sighing in contentment when he placed a quick kiss on your swollen clit.
Miguel climbed on the bed, caging your hips with his muscular thighs. His cock slid against your folds, your slick already lubricating him. You were still shaking, your hands now finding purchase on his biceps.
"ÂżEstĂĄs bien, amor?" He asked, leaning down to pepper kisses over your tear stained face. He was getting sappy, he knew. He couldn't help it, not with the way you came so pretty for him.
"Mhm," you sighed, letting him arrange your trembling legs over his hips, his cock pressing more firmly into your aching wet core.Â
"Good." He spit on his hand and ran it over his stiff shaft a few times before pushing your thighs up so that your knees touched your shoulders, effectively folding you in half. He lined up the head, ready to push in, but stopped when he heard you whimper.
"It's been a while, Miguel," you explained with wet eyes, "I haven't...in a while a-and you're so bigâ"
"It's okay, I know you can take me, hm?" Miguel brushed a few damp strands away from your sweaty face. He leaned down to kiss you, and he knew you could taste yourself on his lips. It made his cock twitch over you, and with no further delay he notched the head of his cock into your hole, slowly pushing in.
You moaned, eyebrows knitting at the stretch of him. He panted, pushing inch by devastating inch, all the while watching your face for any signs. You were falling apart, eyes screwed shut and nails digging into the meat of his arms.
"I can't," you choked, your hips fighting against the offending pain, but Miguel was quick in securing you in place, continuing to spear you with his cock, "M-Miguel, y-your too big, it's too much!"
"Shhh, hermosa, si puedes," Miguel closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the way your cunt fluttered over him, fighting to take him in, "look how good you're doing for me, mm, asĂ mismo."Â
He pushed deeper, swallowing your cries with a kiss as he bottomed out, his balls pressing nicely against your ass.Â
"ÂżVes? " He cooed, bumping his nose against yours as you whimpered, "I told you, you could do it." He chuckled at your glare, kissing you again before thrusting experimentally into you.
You moaned, tossing your head back, exposing your throat. You felt full to the brim, completely stuffed. Miguel wasted no time surging forward to lick and nip at your neck as he moved above. Each thrust shook your bed, the springs of your mattress coming to life as Miguel fucked you deeper. Your pussy was drenched, soaking his cock as he glided in and out of you effortlessly. The stretch burned but it was delicious, and Miguel knew you were cock drunk when your mouth fell open, tears running down your cheeks.
"ÂżAsĂ te gusta, hermosa?" Miguel moaned, his breath fanning over your skin as he pounded deeply into you. His cock reached something within you that had a sob ripping from your throat.
"Oh my God," you whined, feeling the constant slap, slap, slap of his balls against your ass, "Fuuuck."
"That's the spot?" He heaved, his fangs glistening with saliva, "That's where you want it?" He continued his relentless pace, hitting that spot with precision over and over again. The sounds of your squelching pussy made him feral, slamming into you until you screamed, watching you fall apart before his eyes.
You came hard, gushing all over his cock, vision blurry and head in the clouds. Miguel helped you ride your high until you were nothing more than a quivering mess below him, sobbing as he continued to thrust before emptying his load inside you.
He grunted, head tossed back as he pressed his hips tightly against you, filling you up with everything he had.Â
"Fuck," he groaned, pausing to give himself a moment to breathe before slowly fucking his cum into you. It was too much, leaking out of your hole and over his cock, soaking into the sheets below. "Even better than I imagined." He muttered, shifting to pepper kisses all over your face again. You sighed in content, feeling comfortable in the way his cock was still nestled in you.
"¿Estås bien, muñeca?" Miguel asked, dropping his forehead against yours. He still had you folded in half, his large arms on either side of you. You nodded with a sigh, turning your head to place a chaste kiss on the inside of his wrist.
"Good," he grinned, gently snapping his hips against your ass, letting more of his spend leak from your hole, "cuz I'm not done with you yet."
#spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara fanfiction
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i just need to be idk, babied by logan, even though he knows that twenty something isnt a baby, hes showing you how to smoke properly, your sitting on his lap and taking sips of his drink, he lets you lay your head in his lap and cuddles up to him at night with ur cheek against his stomach and he just like, takes care of you? like he pets and humours and tolerates and when ur fucking hes so caring, stroking hair and kissing ur cheeks and forehead ur honour i want him so bad
And you get it soooo fucking bad because the idea of him being so paternal with you is something that just rots me to my coreee you guys. And there's a semblance of casual dominance about it that just makes me sob.
He's in the middle of fucking you. His chest pressed to your back, his skin flush to your own as he stands curved over you on your hands and knees on his bed. He keeps an arm wrapped around your chest, keeping you upright as he rolls his hips into, pressing a long kiss to the back of your head.
You'll be at the counter in the kitchen late at night, working on whatever when he wanders into the room in a grey hoodie and sweats. He makes his way to lean against the countertop, peering over at your notes. "Y'need anything, baby?" He'll eventually ask, running his knuckles over your forearm as you continue to write. "Mm, maybe water," you say, almost jumping out of your seat before you're being pushed back into the leather cushioning of the chair. "Let me do it fr'ya, sweetheart." And you don't get your glass of water until after he's "secretly" stolen a sip. He stands next to your seat at the counter until you're all done.
He's the first time you experience smoking. The smell of tobacco is heavy in the air while he sits on the front porch of the mansion. You've always been one to try new things and Logans never been one to deny you almost anything and so of course he holds the blunt of the cigar to your soft lips and lights the tobacco while you look all pretty fr'him. Takes you a couple tries and a few lessons in watching Logan easily breathe in the smokey tar, but you catch it eventually, earning a "atta' girl." From Logan.
Has you sit in his lap during movie nights at the mansion while he nurses a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He keeps a hand wrapped around your hip and the other on the neck of the bottle. Ever so often, you'll motion towards the bottle, and Logan'll hold you by the chin and tilt the bottle to your lips only for a second before pulling it away. You try to reach for it back, and he's pushing your hand away with a "C'mon, kid, that's enough." And you better not argue, it'll start an hour long discussion on how he knows best.
Or how the two of you will be lying on the couch after finishing a movie. You're resting against his chest as he runs the tips of his fingers up and down your back softly. And he'll just start giving you quick pecks here and there over your cheeks and on the tip of your nose and your forehead and chin before pulling back to look you over. He'll soothe the palm of his hand over the soft apple of your cheek, whispering softly "Yr'my baby, huh."
#the drinking one with him is very much like shhhh occasional drink enthusiast an alcoholic is speaking#will definitely be drafting a first drink fic with Logan later <333#might flesh the rest of these out too <3#logan howlett#wolverine#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader
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go about things the wrong way
description. LOGAN HOWLETT proves himself to be a bit of a hypocrite
includes. SMUT 18+, age gap (reader is implied to be mid20s, logan assumed to be mid30s), protected piv, denial is a river in egypt logan fucks them younger, logan calls reader "kid", insomnia trope, slightly brat reader, remnants of angst, set during early x-men
wc. 5k
a/n: photo creds unknown. title from how soon is now? by the smiths
You should be in your own bedroom.Â
Itâs a nice room, decorated better than your childhood room in your parentâs house, likely because youâve grown since your mint green and chevron phase. Itâs silent in your room, no other inhabitants except you and your pet fish that was somehow still hanging on. Thereâs no reason for you to leave your room, it has everything you need. But itâs not right.Â
The loneliness is uncomfortable amidst your inability to sleep. It hovers over your bed, staring down at your shuffling frame as you try multiple positions, each one leaving you as restless as the last. You know thatâs why you venture off to the kitchen, the search for companionship outweighing the desire for a treat. You just need to talk to someone, remind yourself that you arenât all alone. There are other people like you, and you live with them. Youâre safe.Â
You ended up finding what you desiredâa non-freezer burnt ice cream bar buried beneath frozen waffles, and a warm body to stand opposite of as you steadily made your way through it.Â
You wouldnât admit it to anyone else, maybe not even yourself, but you had hoped to run into Logan the entire time. Ever since his return you had been itching to get a glimpse of him, but between shadowing Storm, Scott, and Jean, and tending to whatever menial chore Professor Xavier tasked you with, you didnât have any time for run-ins. Nothing but quick passing in the hallway where you were too shy to do much other than meet his eye for a second, wave, and then scurry along towards the end of the hallway.Â
But you had gotten what you wanted when you heard the soft thud of feet followed by the sound of Logan speaking.Â
âIs there another one of those?âÂ
You face him with your mouth stuffed with ice cream. It takes you a second to chew enough to speak around the food without making a complete fool of yourself in front of Logan.Â
âThis is the last one âŠâ you swallow, ignoring the sting of the cold at the back of your throat. âSorry.â
Logan shrugs like itâs no big deal and he steps to the fridge. You move out of the way, even though you werenât really in the way at all, and try to be casual as you chew the remains of your bar, ignoring the sudden warmth in your body now that heâs here.Â
Logan doesnât say anything. You watch the top half of his body disappear as he reaches into the fridge for something, coming out after a minute and some soft shuffling later with a beer bottle in his hand. You donât know when it got there, and youâre amazed that it was still there and not stolen by some eager teenager. You try not to stare as he takes his first sip, but you sneak a few glances.Â
You finish your sandwich, throwing the wrapper out in the drawer trash can and trying your best to ignore Loganâs eyes on you the entire time. He gets halfway through his beer before he says something.Â
Leaning against the counter, legs crossed at the ankle and one arm tucked across his chest, he asks, âCanât sleep, right?â
You nod, not shocked at all that he has you pegged. Itâs not unsurprising for a mutant in this place to be unable to sleep.Â
Logan nods as if he understands and you know he does, you remember the incident with Rogue just a year or so ago, that and the stories you hear about him wandering the halls at night. Itâs why youâd always been so eager to slip down here during restless nights, constantly hoping that this would happen to you.Â
And now that it has happened, you donât know what to do. Thereâs not much for you to discuss with Logan, the two of you donât have all that much in common. Heâs far older than you, for starters, at least a decade and a half on you from what youâve gathered. Heâs been gone for a while, but you think the others have caught him up on everything that heâs missed already.Â
So you just build onto what you have.Â
âI just canât fall asleep. Every time I start, I shake myself awake.âÂ
Logan takes a swig from his beer and pulls his lips tight, a face of sympathy sliding over his featuresâeyebrows pinched, lips downturned, eyes a little narrowed.Â
âYeah?â You nod your head. âSounds horrible, kid.â
Kid. You know youâre younger than him, itâs obvious, but youâre not a kid. You donât see why he thinks of you that way. Rogue and Bobby are kids and youâre older than them. More mature, no longer a student but now practically a teacher.Â
You donât want Logan to see you as a kid. You know what you want him to see you as, but it seems to become more and more impossible by the day.Â
You donât say anything, lifting your foot enough to press the toe of your slippers into the cleaned grout between the tiles at your feet.Â
âTell you what,â he begins, promoting your head to lift, ânext time that happens to you, you come find me, alright? I know how much it sucks to be alone like that so if you need me, come find me.â
Thatâs what you did.Â
After you left the kitchen, finally letting your grin break free since no one was around to see it during the trek back to your room, you told yourself you would only go to Logan if you needed him.Â
You tried to sleep, snuggling yourself in a cocoon of blankets and pillows around your head. You lit a candle, counted sheep, made up scenarios to doze off (ones that definitely didnât involve Logan tenderly holding your hand and stroking your cheek andâ), but nothing seemed to work.Â
So you found yourself standing in the doorway of Loganâs bedroom, one hand still on the doorknob and the other toying with a loose thread at the bottom of your tee shirt. The bedroom is dark, save for the moonlight peeking through his opened curtains, but from the hallway light behind your back you can see Loganâs frame under the sheets.Â
His back faces you until you harshly whisper his name, which at the call of he lifts his head, looking at you, and then rolls over completely to click the lamp on his nightstand on.Â
âWhatâs wrong, kid?â
You feel so meek when you explain, like you are a kid, crawling to your parents after a nightmare.Â
âYou told me to come find you.â
His squint relaxes. His entire frame relaxes actually. He sits up, jerking his head in a beckon. You click the door shut behind you as softly as you can, approaching the bed timidly until you stand on the other side.Â
And then you just hover. You stand there hesitantly, staring down at the slightly unmade side of the bed. Logan doesnât say anything for a minute, but once the silence and hesitance stretches to an uncomfortable end, he speaks up, his voice groggier and raspier than it was before.Â
âYou gonna sleep from there? Is that some mutant power that I didnât know about?â He says it like heâs teasing you, and when you look at him you can see the small smile on his lips. Itâs similar to the one he sports when heâs messing with Scott but with more softness in his eyes.Â
You scoff, trying to play it cool when Logan lifts the sheets for you and you climb under them. This side of the bed is cold and unused and you wonder if youâre the first person to use it.Â
You get as comfortable as you possibly can. You fluff the pillow and create the perfect indent for your head, you pull the sheets up to your shoulders, you lay on your side and face the window, and then when Logan clicks the light off, you close your eyes and try to sleep.Â
You donât know how you thought this would be any better than struggling to sleep in your own bed, because itâs so much worse.Â
In your own bed, you were left with the out-of-reach fantasies of Logan. You laid in bed, giggling to yourself as you imagined what it would be like to lay next to Logan. You filled your head with blurry images of Loganâs frame, what he would look like with his eyes closed and his face completely relaxed. You tried to imagine the heat of his body in the cold of your room, trying to change your body temperature just with a thought.Â
But now itâs all right beside you, left there for you to catalogue so you could never forget this moment.Â
The feeling of his body so close yet so far from yours. The sound of his breathing. The smell of his body wash and the way it lingered on his sheets. Youâre finally in Loganâs bedroom, but youâre not getting what you want. You truly donât think you ever will.Â
Itâs impossible for you to sleep now. You try to keep your tossing and turning to a minimum, only moving when absolutely necessary and doing so with tentativeness. Youâre trying to be meticulous with your movements, all with a goal to disturb Logan as little as possible. Youâre a guest here, after all.Â
But even if he wasnât an attentive mutant you knew he wouldâve eventually gotten fed up.Â
He calls your name, soft yet sounding like a warning, and youâre quick to apologize.Â
He doesnât say anything else for a second, then, âWhateverâs on your mind, squash it. Jusâ let it go.â
You donât mean to sound as bitter as you do when you say, âEasier said than done.â
Logan shifts and turns around until heâs facing you. You stay facing the window.Â
âWhat usually turns your mind off?â he asks. âA glass of warm milk?âÂ
When you laugh itâs halfhearted and maybe this is the final indicator that something about you is off.Â
âLook at me.â You obey embarrassingly quickly.Â
You canât really see him in the dark, but the white light from outside illuminates the slope of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. You can sort of see his eyes too, the usually light green darker because of the environment, but the shadowy fan of his eyelashes is as distinct as usual.Â
âSeriously, tell me whatâs going on. Anything I can help you with?â He lets the question linger in the air for a second before adding on. âYou need me to rough a few kids up? You being bullied?â He says it like a joke.
âNo,â you say.Â
Logan makes an âahâ sound. âYeah Iâm sure you could handle yourself.â The sheets lift again. âCome âere.â
Shit, shit, shit.Â
You listen to him, scooting closer until youâre wrapped in Loganâs arms, enveloped in his warmth. Itâs nice and comfortable, the sound of Loganâs heart right next to your ear, the security of his arms wrapped around your frame.Â
âDoes this help you?â
You hum affirmatively, already starting to feel more comfortable than you had before. Your heart beats painfully hard in your chest and you start to get self-conscious, knowing that Logan can definitely hear it.
Right on cue, he laughs a bit against your head.Â
âNervous?â
âNo.â God, youâre so obvious.Â
Loganâs laugh grows until heâs snickering, doing a terrible job of stifling his laughter. ââs alright,â he eventually says. âNothing wrong with that.â
You make yourself as comfortable as possible, pressing your back to Loganâs chest, trying to ignore the hard feeling of his body behind you. You can basically feel everything, the plane of his chest pushing through his tee, the ridge of his sweatpants against your lower back, his legs against yoursâtempting you to intertwine them together, his feet hanging right under yours. Youâre not exactly dressed for this and your shirt has ridden up, bunched at the top of your ass and exposing your panties. You wonder if he knows. You wonder if he cares.Â
This is helping you a lot, but thereâs still something on your mind. Something you need to solve before you can go off to sleep.Â
You donât know what it is that makes you confident, that makes you want to ruin a good moment. Maybe itâs the dark providing you comfort, but you lay it all out.Â
âYou treat me like a kid.â
Logan takes a second. You can just barely make out the hitch in his voice. â...Yeah?â
Youâre glad he canât see you when you pout. It wouldnât have done much to help your case. âIâm not a kid, Logan. You donât treat Rogue like a kid.â
âRogue is different.â
âHow? Iâm older than her.â
âJust ⊠can we not argue?â
âWeâre not arguing.â
âYeah? Then whaddya call this?â
âA conversation between two adults.â
He hums as if heâs unconvinced.Â
You wonât let it go. âHow is Rogue different?â
âGo to sleep,â he admonishes.
âCanât. Not until you answer my question.â
Logan sighs. ââcause Iâm not attracted to her, alright?â
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
Wait ⊠what?
Youâre sure your silence is enough to express your confusion because Logan adds on.Â
âIâm trying to set boundaries between us, kidââ
âDonât call me that.â
He corrects himself with the use of your name instead, but it comes out the same way. âWe need boundaries between the two of us. You think I donât see how you look at me? âs not good.â
âIf youâre setting boundaries why did you invite me in here.â
âBecause I wanted to help you.â
Why is he making you feel crazy? He just told you heâs attracted to you, but he wants to set boundaries? There are barely any boundaries here. Youâre alone with him, in his bedroom, tucked away at the end of the hall surrounded by mostly empty bedrooms instead of bedrooms of asleep mutants, curled up against his chest. This is the most opportune time, yet he didnât want to make a move.
Maybe you were reading too much into it.Â
You go to pull away from Loganâs embrace but he keeps you pulled tight to his chest.Â
âDonât do that,â he says it like a command and just to piss him off you consider pulling away. But youâre really comfortable and this is a comfort you arenât sure youâre ever going to find again.Â
âJust go to sleep, alright,â he says your name again, much softer this time. He says it like heâs coaxing you like your name is the final tune in a lullaby.Â
Maybe Logan has other powers you arenât aware of because just that one sentence is enough for you to let it go and submit to the sudden exhaustion that settles over your body like a weighted blanket.Â
You donât know if Loganâs been avoiding you. Mostly because youâve been avoiding him.
Itâs not often that the two of you would have to run into each other, but there were a few times when Professor Xavier extended the invitation to observe an upcoming class, and you declined upon learning that Logan would be subbing.Â
You kept your distance as much as you could, even keeping yourself locked up in your bedroom throughout the night, no matter how restless you got. You were miserable, not only because you wanted to be near Logan, but because you were fucking exhausted.Â
You could barely stay awake throughout the day, always sneaking off for power naps, taking whatever you could get even if it was only five minutes.Â
But you finally have the rest of the afternoon to yourself and you intend to use it to sleep. Uncaring of how much it threw off your sleep schedule, you just needed a solid half hour curled up at the foot of your made bed like a dog, sleeping to your heart's content.Â
Of course, itâs on your way up to your room that you run into Logan. You try to ignore him, continuing your path up the stairs, praying that Logan will continue on his path downstairs.Â
You donât know what it is about you that says come talk to me! but Logan stops in his journey, turning to face you. He calls your name, continuing even when you donât respond. He follows your trek up the stairs and down the hallway, always right on your heels and within arm's reach.Â
By the time your hand reaches for your bedroom door, Logan is practically breathing down your neck.Â
You know thereâs no avoiding him now, but you also donât want to.Â
You stand still, hand wrapped around the doorknob, waiting for Logan to say his piece.Â
âWhyâd you lead me to your bedroom?â The way he says it, with such arrogance and assurance woven into that same joking manner as if he wasnât the one who turned you down just a few nights ago.Â
âFuck off, Logan. I just wanna get some sleep.â
You twist the knob and this is what wakes Logan up. âOkay, wait.â His hand reaches out and rests on your elbow. Just this one touch strikes you still. âWill you look at me?â
You turn around, trying to keep your gaze hard even as you take in his appearance for the first time in days.Â
The bags under his eyes, the relaxed smile thatâs constantly on his face when heâs around you, the thickness of his eyebrows, the points in his hair. Youâre staring at his hair, wondering if itâs naturally like that or if he does it himself, and when you look at his eyes again there isnât a connection. Heâs staring at your lips instead.Â
You lift your eyebrows impatiently, already imagining the sleep youâll get after you ruminate until you canât form a coherent thought.Â
Logan opens his mouth. âLook, Iâm sorry if you got a little hurt from the other night. Is just this age gap and your little crush is not gonna worââ
Youâre already turning around, deciding whatever else heâs going to say isnât important at all, but Logan stops you. His movements are fluid, they flow naturally from his body and straight into yours, causing you to move with a coordination you didnât expect. He spins you back around and pulls you straight to his chest, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself, while his hands rest on your hips and your cheek.Â
The movement is quick, it happens within a couple of seconds, and it makes the moment after feel so much longer. Nothing but shared blinks as Logan looks at your lips and you look at his. Youâre so close to him, even closer than you were the other night, but neither of you makes a move.Â
Youâre considering making the first move, opening your mouth as if to ask him a question that was still unknown to you, but then Loganâs grip on your cheek tightens as if heâs holding you still and he moves in closer, and closer, and closer until his lips ghost over yours.Â
In the end, itâs you who crosses the bridge.Â
Your lips touch, sandwiched together, but neither of you do anything. Not until you take a tiny step closer, really nothing but an adjustment of your feet, is Logan pulling you into him. He digs his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, that one hand possessing all of the aggression that doesnât exist in the hand holding your cheek.Â
Itâs like the touch of two different menïżœïżœone who wants to devour you whole and the other who wants to treasure you. You hope that theyâre able to coexist as you desperately want both.Â
You let Logan kiss you feverishly, an intensity unlike anything youâve ever seen him display settling in his lips. The Logan you knew was always relaxed, walking around the mansion with a carefree, practically laissez-faire, attitude. He didnât meddle, he kept his hands to himself, always wrapped around a cigar or a beer.Â
But now those hands were wrapped around you for the second time this week.Â
You press your hands into the shoulder of his white tee shirt, starting to slide them up towards his hair before you resist. You want to get comfortable kissing him, but youâre still out in the hallway.Â
Having the same thought, Logan pulls away from your lips with enough time to open the door, latch his hands onto your hips, and blindly steer you backward until youâre in the room. He stares down at you the entire time, that same smirk on his lips as he kicks the door closed behind him with a single boot.Â
And then he has you pressed against the wood, sandwiched between a rock and a hard place.Â
He looks at you for a second, his gaze lingering, and then he gets back to it.Â
If even possible, Logan has more passion this time around. He sinks his hands to your thighs, pulling one up by his hip. He slots his legs into the opening until your center is hovering over his thigh. You donât know what to expect, but when he flexes the muscle and presses his limb right up against you, youâre already trying to get more.Â
Logan smiles as he kisses you, clearly entertained by your anguished need to get off. He doesnât verbally reassure you, he doesnât help you grind yourself down, he doesnât do anything but continue kissing you.Â
When you need to come up for air, knocking your head back into mahogany as you intake large gulps, Logan dips his head down and explores as much skin as he can. He creates a path of kisses from your jaw, down your neck, to the exposed parts of your chest.Â
You tilt your head down, locking your hand into his hair and trying to redirect his lips back to yours, but he stops you with a hand pinching your cheeks.Â
His eyes flick back and forth between yours, nothing but mischief and arrogance in the green. You wrap a hand around his wrist with the initial want to tug him away, but you like the hold he has you in. You like the look in his eyes.Â
âGood?â His voice is softer than his grip.Â
You nod, trying to grin as best as you can when your lips are forcibly puckered.Â
Logan smiles right back at you. âYou got a rubber?â
You nod again, scurrying to your nightstand once Logan lets you go. He tells you to get on the bed and you take the liberty of throwing your shirt off and bra as you go. You have enough sense to step out of your shoes, unclasp your jeans, and tug the zipper down in the path.Â
By the time youâre sitting on your bed, you can feel the anxiety thrumming through your body. Itâs a good kind, the kind youâve been seeing less and less of lately. Youâre still a little tired and still desiring a solid nap, but it can definitely wait. This is your main priority.Â
Logan speaks to you as he undresses.Â
âYou still doing okay?â he asks as heâs pulling his tee over his head. When you nod, he moves to his belt, thick but deft fingers undoing it and leaving it hanging open and hooked into his belt loops.Â
âYou tell me if you wanna stop,â he says as he pulls his jeans down, stepping out of them right after he steps out of his boots. You give him a look and he clocks it immediately.Â
âYou think you can take it, bub?â He laughs. âYeah? Donât you think youâre talkinâ a big game?â
Petulantly, you roll your eyes. âLogan, Iâm not a fucking kid, Iâll be fine.â
Wrong. So, so, so stupidly wrong.Â
You are fine, but the sight of Loganâs dick sends nerves down your spine. Youâve talked yourself up, you canât go back, so you do what you can. You let him peel your jeans and panties off, hoping you look as seductive as he does. You keep your eyes on his abdomen, tracing the vein that runs from the right of his navel down to his cock, breathing as well as you can while Logan lines himself up. The first push burns, just like you expect it to, but you adjust quicker than you thought. Eventually, all you can feel is pleasure. Youâre so full when heâs only halfway in you. You feel stuffed as soon as he bottoms out, his heavy ball sack resting flush against you, a thick forest of pubes pressed against your cunt.Â
Logan is so much, itâs everything youâve ever wanted and more. Hovering and staring down at you as his hips rock into yours, slowly and experimentally at first. Itâs not until you draw a leg up over his hips that he increases the strength of his rocks.Â
He has one hand keeping himself steady and the other holding your waist. Itâs so intimate, and not only because heâs fucking you, but because heâs staring down at you the entire time, his teeth bared as he watches you for every single reaction. His eyes rake down your body, watching the way your tits jiggle before dipping lower to watch the way heâs entering you. You canât see his gaze, but you can feel it, the weight of it comparable to the weight of his cock in you.Â
Thereâs an inhuman nature to it, hidden deep below the surface as if heâs trying to hold back, but itâs there. Youâre made aware of it when you clench around him and he growls. It comes from the back of his throat but itâs a sound youâve never heard before. Itâs so Logan, you donât think anyone other than him could make a sound like that as erotic as it is. You want to hear him more, you want your moans to blend together amongst the four walls of your bedroom, but he keeps his sounds to himself. Itâs like thereâs a disconnect between the both of you, like Loganâs still holding back even though heâs balls deep in you.Â
âLogan,â you whine, getting his attention. He looks at you with concern in his eyes, his hips slowing down. You shake your head, pushing more towards him. âPlease,â you beg, praying he knows exactly what you want.Â
âWhat? What dâyou want?â
âMore.â
Logan gets rougher. Heâs grinding up into you like his life depends on it, blunt nails delving into your skin as if he wants to break it. You wish he would. You arenât regenerative like he is, but you still desire the broken skin, the beads of blood, the marks left behind.Â
Youâre thinking about it, eyes lidded and falling closed when Logan knocks his forehead into yours once. He moans, closed-mouthed as his head lolls to the side, a shiver shaking him from the bottom of the spine up.Â
âJesus, baby,â he says. Itâs all he says, but itâs more than enough. He keeps going, digging his tip into you deeper and deeper until it feels like heâs swimming in your guts.Â
He drags his head down until he can wrap his lips around one of your nipples, licking and sucking before moving on to give the other one the same treatment. You desperately want him to mark you up, you want a reminder that thisâthe thing youâve been wanting since Storm and Scott came back with two new mutants in towâactually happened. Bravely, you reach out and tangle your hand in his hair, surprisingly softer than you thought it would be. You donât hold him down much, just enough to communicate what you want nonverbally. And then after a few tortuous seconds of hesitation, his lips wrap around the skin atop your left breast and he sucks. The strength in it stings, it reminds you just how strong Logan is, but it feels so good.Â
Unexpectedly, you feel your muscles seize. It starts in your tummy, deep down near where Loganâs been massaging, and then it just doesnât stop, likely because he doesnât stop.Â
Itâs like heâs spurred on by the feeling of you cumming, motivated by the way your back arches and you reach for the heavens as you clench around his cock.Â
He gets a burst of energy, fucking you like he has something to prove when really itâs you with something to prove.Â
Youâre overstimulated, struggling to keep up with Logan, but you donât want to tap out. You talked a big game, you canât back down now. So you remain silent while Logan pulls another orgasm out of you, hoping he wonât notice the way your eyes brew tears without your consent and the way your lips quirk with the impending request to slow down.Â
Of course, he notices.Â
Heâs grinning with sympathyâyou donât know if itâs sincere or fauxâwhen he takes a hand and strokes your cheekbone.Â
âI see ya, kid. Feels good, yeah?â
For some reason, when he calls you kid like this, you donât completely hate it.Â
Thereâs no point in lying, so you nod.Â
âSo tight,â he winces, eyebrows pinched together as he flashes his teeth, a dimple in his right cheek appearing with it.Â
Just as you didnât warn him before, he doesnât warn you when he cums. You feel it though, the way his thrusts get sloppier and faster just before he gives you one punctual one, and then you feel the confined warmth of his cum shooting into the condom.Â
You wish you werenât as exhausted as you were, because the next time youâre conscious, itâs dark out and the bedsheet is covering your body. Youâre hot, hotter than you usually want to be when youâre sleeping, but youâre bare naked. That and you only have a thin sheet covering your body.Â
It doesnât take much investigation to figure out whatâs making you so hot, not when itâs attached to your back with one meaty bicep slung around your neck and keeping you pulled against him. It takes you a bit to fall asleep, but once you do, youâre out for the rest of the night.Â
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MASK ON | ghostface!matt x fem!reader
â warnings: smut, dom!matt, sub!reader, cursing, knife play, choking, creampie, unprotected p in v, pet names, dirty talking, masturbation, mentions of murder, mdni
â a/n: matt is a bit crazy in this, it might be a lot so if u don't like, don't read xoxo
part two / part three
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saying that matt was obsessed was an understatement. he was going feral for you. losing his mind. every guy you talked to was found dead not even twenty four hours after your last interaction with him. it was making you think that maybe you have some kind of curse on you, but it was impossible... right?
matt was having his eye on you for a while now. but it was different. at first when he caught you at some party, he thought you will be his next victim. you guys talked, you thought he was funny and good looking. his tattoos caught your attention, you couldn't take your eyes of his arm. that's when matt's plans changed. he couldn't kill you, because he needed you. he craved you, wanted to put his hands all over your body, wanted to make you scream but from pleasure. but he was too anxious to start whatever, he didn't even know how. and you were so confident...
because matt was only shy without his mask on.
since this first and last interaction you both had, he started gaining informations about you. everytime your parents were at work and you were at school, he was in your room. he made a key to your house, allowing himself to come and go whenever he wanted. he stayed in your room for several hours, already knowing its layout by heart. he went through your drawers, smelled your sheets, stole your pretty lace underwear. but he also did something else. he installed a camera in your bathroom and in your room, to facilitate access to you. so every time you showered, every time you changed - he saw it. and he jerked off to the view, whimpering your name, with your panties wrapped around his dick.
he couldn't take it no more. his sick fantasies weren't enough.
he found himself in his car, parked down the road in your neighborhood. his phone in his hand as he kept watching you through the cameras. you were taking a shower, the water running down your perfect body. he couldn't stop staring at your beautiful curves, the way you soaped your skin, your wet hair sticking to your back... he wanted to be there with you, to press you against the wall and fuck you relentless, watching the pleasure forming on your face, listening to your sweet pretty sounds-
he was quick to pull out his painfully hard dick from his black jeans and start moving his hand up and down his length. having the perfect view on your tits, he kept imagining being there with you, being able to move his tongue around your nipples... he whimpers, thrusting into his fist, his dick pulsing desperately for some relief that he couldn't achieve. he was already struggling to cum, but it got worse when you got out of the shower and covered yourself with a towel, cutting off his view of your body. he groaned, stopping his movements and pulling his boxers and pants up. he was now on a mission. he had enough of just watching you.
leaving his car, he quickly made his way to your house and into the garden, hiding between the bushes. it was dark and he was dressed all black, so no one could spot him. he also knew that your parents were not at home. leaving you alone even though there is a crazy masked killer lurking nearby, looking for innocent girls like you? a bit stupid, he thought.
after putting on his ghostface mask and using a voice changer, he calls your number, waiting impatiently for you to answer. meanwhile you were in your room, still only covered by the towel and searching for some clean pajamas as you heard the phone buzzing. seeing the unknown number on the screen, you didn't think much of it and picked up.
"hello?"
"what's your favorite scary movie?" you hear a low, hoarse voice on the other end of the phone. frowning, you look at the screen of your phone before putting it to your ear again, thinking that someone is just making fun of you.
"what?"
"i asked... what's your favorite scary movie." the voice repeats, making you a bit confused.
"who's this?"
"that's not the answer for my question, sweetheart." the way he said 'sweetheart' makes you shiver. matt still hides in the bushes, watching you through the cameras on his other phone, seeing the confusion forming on your face and how you are still standing in your room just in a towel. this wasn't helping with his painfully hard cock that was straining against his jeans.
"uhmmm, i don't really watch scary movies..." you say unsure what to answer.
"yeah? then what do you watch?"
"i... i already answered your question so now you answer mine. who is this?" you ask again trying to sound confident even if the call was confusing you. was that one of your friends making fun of you?
matt lets out a low chuckle liking the attitude you're trying to put on. he knows he could make you change your act pretty quick. "isn't it a bit stupid? leaving you alone in the house when some psycho killer is nearby? maybe watching you? would be even a little unfortunate if he was talking to you right now, huh?"
your eyes widen and you look around as if you were going to find him. you understand the situation immediately. now you knew who you were talking to. it was him. and you felt your body rush through adrenaline. matt already was quietly unlocking your door downstairs to get inside. "what??? what do you want? please, leave me alone-"
"relax, sweetheart. i'm not gonna kill you. in fact you look too good right now to do anything to you other than making you moan while my cock is deep inside your pretty pussy."
"w-what??" you look around again as it could help you find him. processing his words, you frown your eyebrows, grabbing the top of the towel and pressing it tighter to your body. "how do you know how i look right now-"
"i know that you look incredibly hot in your pretty thin towel that isn't covering too much." matt smirks putting his second phone into his pocket and standing in front of the stairs. he didn't want to scare you too much, he needed to convince you to let him touch you.
panic starts filling you and you start looking around again. quickly walking to the closet, opening it, checking under the bed and in your bathroom. but he's nowhere to be found, obviously. "what do you want?!"
"i already told you sweetie. you aren't that dumb, are you? i just wished i could rip that towel off you... would you let me? hm?" as you hear his words, your eyes travel to the fabric covering your body, automatically pressing it against your chest. matt continues, "i'm not gonna hurt you, i promise. i just think you'd like this... i was watching you and i know what you watch when you touch yourself. naughty, aren't you? you like it rough and when the mask is on, huh?"
your eyes widen, your body shiver and neither of you says anything for a moment, your mind trying to process what you just heard. "you... what do you mean by saying..."
"yes, i watched you."
chewing on your bottom lip, you feel two things. panic and... something you definitely shouldn't feel right now. you actually liked watching home made porn when the guy had a mask on, while touching yourself. you knew it was fucked up, that you were fucked up and you had a lot of kinks that you would never tell anyone. but he knew. he watched you, took away your privacy. and something about this turns you on right now, making you more confused than ever.
"will you let me in, sweetheart?" you hear him ask and at the same time the stairs in the hall creak, indicating that someone was coming upstairs. but you were alone... right? matt knew your door were unlocked, he could easily get inside, but he needed to hear that you let him in. your body is literally frozen as you stand in the middle of the room, gripping the phone and looking at the door with wide eyes. heart pounding in your chest from the adrenaline and fear, yet the ache between your legs keeps growing when you think of every single thing he said. he was watching you, craved you and knew how fucked up your fantasies were because his were worse. "so? can i come in?" you see the door handle slowly turning, he was just outside the door to your room.
"y-yeah..." it slips out of your mouth faster than you can even realize. the call ends, you look at the screen confused, before your attention is turned towards the door which opens with a crack and a person dressed all in black, wearing a ghostface mask enters your room. he wasn't very tall, you checked him out, but couldn't notice much besides the knife he held in his hand. and that made your heart skip a beat and take a few steps back.
"oh c'mon, don't be shy now. you let me in, didn't you?" he speaks up, his voice a bit different than on the phone. it's almost like you recognize it, but you don't know from where. he slowly makes his way over to you but you continue backing away, with your heart pounding in your chest until you reach your bed, falling backwards onto the mattress, the towel loosens on your body, making matt smirk under the mask. he stops in front of your bed, looking down at you and tilting his head to the side a little. god, you were beautiful. he reaches his hand, running it slowly down your thigh, making you flinch a little. feeling your soft, smooth skin under his fingertips was like his dreams coming true. then with one quick movement he rips the towel off you, leaving you completely bare. you watch him with widen eyes, too stunned to speak because you're scared and that sends vibrations straight to your pussy. "what's the matter sweetie? you look like you've seen a ghost."
"iâ" the words get stuck in your throat, even though you can't see his eyes, you can feel him looking at you. feeling it really intensely, not understanding how this situation can have such an effect on you, making goosebumps appear on your body, your pussy throbbing but at the same time the sight of the knife in his hand makes it slightly terrifying. "i... i j-justâ what will you do...?"
a low, hoarse laugh leaves him, he places the non-sharp side of the knife between your tits and starts moving it downwards, but not in a way that will hurt you. looking at this with widen eyes, you can't believe how hot what he's doing is making you feel. matt was literally in heaven right now. seeing your terrified face but at the same time the lust in your eyes, the way your body reacted to his touch, it made him go crazy, his cock twitching in his jeans needing to feel you around him. needing to ruin you. "you've no idea how long i been wanting to do this...." he spreads your legs, a groan escapes him, seeing your pussy dripping with arosual, already ready for him. his fingers trace over your wet folds, spreading them open as he sees your pink dripping entrance and he inserts one finger inside you, the movement making you gasp silently and close your eyes for a moment. "...mmm, yeah.... so fuckin' pretty... wish i could taste youâ fuckk, so wet f'me... and you didn't even see meâ you're jus' a little slut, hm?"
he places the cold blade of that knife on your hard nipple, the feeling makes you let out a soft whimper and it's like a sudden wake-up call for him. he just made you let out a noise. and immediately want more. removing his finger out of you, holding your folds spread, he runs the handle of the knife along the entire length of your heat, making you whine again. "oh god..."
"you like it? i knew you might be into some crazy shit jus' when i first saw you...." matt throws the knife on the mattress and not wanting to waste more time, unzips his pants. "y'want it, yeah? tell me. tell me you want this---" he slaps your pussy making you squeal, the sound echoed throughout the room. did he really have to ask? you were dripping. for him. you should be scared of this psychopath in front of you, but instead you were turned on, which was sickening.
"mhm..." you hum, your eyes watching his movements very intensely. his pants were already down to his knees along with his boxers. swallowing nervously, your eyes stare at his hard cock, precum leaking from his red sensitive tip. damn, he was big. maybe even too big. "i-i do, but... i don't know if you're gonna fit---"
he felt his control slip away, those words making his cock harden more than possible. he just lets out, "--don'cha worry sweetheart.... i'll make it fitâ", giving himself a few strokes and spreading your legs, pressing your knees against your stomach, he finally slides into you immediately feeling your slippery walls sucking him in and making him groan. you let out a muffled scream when he doesn't give you any time to adjust, he's just too desperate and feeling you around him makes his mind go blank. you feel his dick deep as he begins to move slowly inside you, brushing against your g-spot because of the position you two are in. your hands grab the sheets, eyes rolling back as he starts to pick up the pace immediately. it hurt, but at the same time it filled you with pleasure.
"oh--- 's too big... i can'tâ"
"yes you can." he growls thrusting into you harder, he can't get enough of the way your cunt feels around him so perfectly, the way you squirm beneath him, every single one of your moans leaving your lips, making him addicted. he looks down cursing to himself as he watches how his dick slip in and out of your sensitive pussy, each slap of skin makes you silently screaming and gripping the sheets as your life depended on it. "so fuckin' pretty... too big, huh? yet you take it all, like the good girl you are... fuck--"
"--mmmm, pleaseeee... oh my godâ" you have no idea what even you're begging for. cutting yourself off, your eyes snap open looking at him, looking at the mask he was wearing, it just makes you clench around his dick.
"oh fuck, keep doin' that... s'fuckin' good f'meâ" the headboard starts rocking against the wall with each movement of his hips and that's when you feel his hand wrapping around your neck, his fingers gripping gently at first as he picks up his pace even more making your mind spin. "that's rightâ take it... fuck-- take it allâ make me fuckin' proud...i knew you aren't that innocent as you pretend to be.."
"oh- i... don't.... oh myâ" you aren't even able to form a sentence as his fingers tighten around your neck, making you let out more muffled moans but still being able to breathe. his every thrust into you starts overwhelming you with pleasure, watching him while he ruined you, that mask on his face drawing out of you your deepest, most hidden fantasies. matt was too far gone, the look on your face, the way your brows were knitted together and mouth slack open letting out more sweet needy sounds, it all was imprinted in his brain and he won't forget this for a long time.
"don't hold back, sweetheart. let meâ mmhh shitâ let me hear you..." his fingers squeeze around your throat some more causing your breath hitch as he continues going on the unholy pace.
"feels so.. s-so goodâ oh! right there... plea--" another scream leaving your lips when matt keeps pounding into you, your stomach drops over and over and your pussy squeezes around him again. he's in total disbelief how good you feel, how your walls manage to strangle him more, it's even better than what he imagined. "---'m gonna.... fuck!"
"yeaah, that's it sweetie.... cum all over my cock... make a mess on itâ shittttt.... y'like it that much? being fucked by the fuckin'.... ghostface.... huh? mmhmmâ" matt growls when his dirty words just adds to your pleasure and suddenly the knot in your stomach releases. too far gone in the sensation he was giving you, you let out a shaky moan, your eyes rolling back while your body continues to shake.
"oh yeah, so good... perfect..." matt groans and just by your expression, the way your legs were shaking, he feels his dick twitches. he lets go of your neck, warm cum bursts from his tip inside of you as your walls sucks him in deep. your legs fall down onto the mattress, both of you catching your breath as he gives you a few more thrusts before stopping and pulling out, taking last look at your pussy now leaking with your own and his release. you open your eyes, but matt is quick to stop you. "no, don't. keep them closed f'me. don't you dare open 'em until i tell you. got it?"
you frown a bit but keeps your eyes closed. "wha-"
your words are cut off pretty fast when matt pulls his mask halfway up so that only his lips are exposed and presses them against yours, stealing a small, surprised whimper from you, but you quickly kiss him back. you can't even feel him properly, only feeling the soft texture of his lips as he immediately pulls away, leaving you a bit surprised. feeling a small gust of wind, as if you couldn't feel the warmth of his body anymore, you ask, "--can i open my eyes?"
but there's no response, so after a moment you find the courage to open your eyes, but the room is empty. a small frown appears between your eyebrows while propping yourself up on your elbow and looking around, but the mysterious ghostface guy was nowhere to be found. he disappeared as if... as if it was just your dream. your next sick fantasy. however, you touch your lips slightly with your fingers, still feeling the sweet taste of the kiss that lasted too short for your liking and you know it just couldn't be only your imagination. it has to be real.
right?
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a/n: this is lowkey inspired by some fanfic i read a looong time ago on ao3 but i can't find it rn and i have no idea what it was called đ
#matt sturniolo#sturnlsstuff ⊠[ghostface!matt]#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x fem reader#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#ghostface!matt
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Thinkinâ about ex boyfriend Eddie having to come pick you up after a date gone horribly wrong. You didnât know who else to call. He could barely understand you through your broken sobs on the other end of the phone. When he showed up he simply took your hand, pulling you toward the parking lot. You climbed in his van waiting for his smug remarks. His cruel âI told you soâs.â But they never came. His brown eyes were soft as he reached out, brushing your tears away. Genuine concern written all over his pretty face mixed with a bit of rage. No one made his girl cry.
A quick kiss to your forehead before he shut the door, disappearing back into the crowd at the fair. You kept your eyes peeled, trying to catch a glimpse of him.
Then he was there. Pushing his way back through the mass of people, a shit eating grin on his face as a small river of blood dripped down his chin. His hair was a mess, more than usual, his wild curls tangled and unruly. His left eye already beginning to swell slightly. Fuck, Eddie.
He jumps into the drivers seat, you can tell his adrenaline is still at all time high. His hands shaking lightly, his knuckles bloodied from the fight.
âEddie, you didnât have to..â
âBaby, that was the most fun Iâve had in months.â he grins over at you, wiggling his eyebrows. âAnd.. no one messes with my girl.â
âNot your girl, Eds.â you smirk up at him.
âNo?â he teases, leaning in closer, his familiar smell of weed and cheap cologne washing over you. You shake your head softly as you reach up running your finger over his split lip as he inches even closer.
âMmm, whatever you say baby.â he hums against your lips, sending goosebumps across your skin. You roll your eyes with one last attempt to push him away before his tongue is in your mouth, the metallic taste of his blood only turning you on even more as you grasp at his worn out band tee.
His girl.
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So if I cancel an appointment the day of, Iâll get charged $100, but the doctor can cancel the appointment an hour beforehand and Iâm just shit out of luck. Very cool. Not a bother at all.
#âconnectivity issues.â so your wifi is down?#if I said my wifi was down Iâd probably get told to go to a Starbucks parking lot or just fork over the cancellation fee#they really have no backup plan for spotty internet? canât afford to run a hotspot from your phone for 20 minutes#disappointing#not that I wanted a telehealth appointment anyway. I hate telehealth#but still. this was a meeting to get me back on antidepressants and now Iâve gotta wait another week#at least the rescheduled appointment is an in person one.#so⊠another week of⊠this⊠not that it would have been solved right away but the sooner you start the better#this is too much info#Iâm grumpy!#my brain hurts and Iâm hungry so once the tylenol kicks in and I eat Iâll be⊠less grumpy#whatever. who cares.#this donât matter#none of this matters#but still! canceling an hour before! wow! Iâm glad this was an online appointment or Iâd be really pissed#I was just gonna do this in my pjs. imagine stressing and rushing to look nice and get there and all that for nothing#hey real quick letâs talk about how $100 as a punishment fee for canceling is kinda fucked up#like yeah I know they want to deter people flaking. these appts are in high demand. but thatâs a LOT of cash for someone like me#sometimes shit happens⊠like âconnectivity issuesâ⊠đ ya buttholes#ok this is too much#ok I love you forever#you can ignore this#text
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