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radioactiverats · 19 days ago

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Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (14/?)

First meeting with Sunstorm doesn't go well.

I got the glowing Sunstorm blokee and he's so cool!!! I got to admit tho, I don't know much about the character and I've always had the impression he was overall a chill guy. After reading the wiki and some IDW panels about him... wow was I wrong! Lol. Originally, this story was gonna be mostly funny, but after reading about Sunstorm kind of being a fanatic, I couldn't really swing it that way and got stuck for a long time... TvT Finished, not perfect :,)

I also couldn't decide whether to go with G1 or TFOne references for Starscream's frame. TFO Starscream has been on the brain recently cos I'm just seeing how many qualities I pull from him specifically (older soldier, experienced, leadership, less jumpy...) and I eventually went with his dark grey servos for the symbolismmmm lol

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Starscream had warned you about him.

"He'll appear every few vorns," Starscream groused. "Trying to recruit me to his infernal cause in the name of Primus. Just ignore him."

"Okay," You say, cautiously. "And who is this again...?"

Starscream opened his intake. Then closed it. Opened it again, before an incredibly pinched expression overtook his faceplate.

"Nevermind," You say quickly. Even if it looked like there was a reason he didn't want to reveal the bot's designation to you, you shrug it off at the time, supposing it wasn't all that important.

One random day in the middle of training, you find out just how important it is.

Starscream's in the middle of ranting about the state of your most recent landing when some strange, external energy suddenly prickles in an uncomfortable flare over your plating. You shudder involuntarily, caught off guard.

Starscream stops mid-rant about thruster control to stare suspiciously at you. "...What is it?"

"Did you feel that?"

He frowns at first, but suddenly stills.

"Frag," Starscream mutters. "He's here."

"Who...?"

Did he mean Megatron? Or some other unnamed enemy? Should you be running away?

Before you can voice any of your growing panic aloud, a blinding flare streaks through the sky above you.

Shooting stars during the daytime? You frown. Seems unlikely. The ball of light seemed to be getting closer and closer to you. A meteor? Either way, all of the options were bad - you glance at Starscream, prepared to jet off the second he commanded it - but strangely, he just looks... irritated.

Arms folded and pede tapping agitatedly, Starscream watches with a scowl as the ball of light makes its descent.

You suppose it mustn't be dangerous if Starscream isn't shooting out of there like a bat out of hell with you under his arm. Raising an arm to shield your optics from the glaring light, you squint at the silhouette that's slowly but purposefully approaching you both.

White light gives way to a golden glow as the bot approaches - a pair of wings. A seeker? You narrow your optics. Not just any seeker. If not for the shimmer of his golden frame, you could have sworn that his silhouette was identical to Starscream's.

A smooth, deep voice emerges from the swirling clouds of dust. "Brother. I have found you once more."

You cock your helm, no longer suspicious but just wholly confused. Who was this, and why did he even sound like Starscream? Well... You imagine it would, if Starscream's voice lost its scratchy rasp. You frown again at the sudden question that pops into your processor. Was that rasp normal?

The irritation radiating off Starscream's EM field pulls you back to the present. "I told you to stay away," Starscream hisses. "Or has the radiation fried your audials, too?"

Radiation?

Suddenly, it clicks.

"Sunstorm?" You breathe.

Sure enough, the golden bot himself strides into view. He glances around with an air of superiority before his optics settle on you.

"He's so shiny," You whisper.

Starscream makes a choked sound of outrage, irritation momentarily forgotten. "I wax my plates on the regular-! More than any other bot! Does that mean nothing to you?"

Unfortunately, you're too absorbed in studying the bot before you, and his protests fall on deaf audials. Glimmering golden shades of orange and snowy white, an EM field that radiates confidence in pulsing waves.

Sunstorm smirks. It's eerily similar to Starscream's.

"A pet? You've certainly been bored in my absence, brother."

His optics narrow, taking in your frame with an air of disdain. "You, young one. How do you know my designation?"

"Y-you're on the posters. All over the Academy," You stutter. "Lots of my squadmates looked up to you."

Sunstorm cycles his optics, faceplate blank as he takes in the information. A smug smile tugs at the corner his intake as he glances at Starscream - it only widens when he sees Starscream glowering back at him.

"The Academy, eh? Looks like the elders understood my divine mission." The way Sunstorm regarded Starscream was not dissimilar to the way Starscream regarded organics. "Unlike you. Unless you have finally seen the light, and will accept the word of Primus?"

Starscream grits his denta. He'd told the council it was a bad idea. Sunstorm hadn't even been aware of his idol status in the Academy, nor the use of his visage in the motivational posters. Starscream had told them, warned them that Sunstorm was a false idol, how dangerous it could be to present him as a superstar to hordes of impressionable young cadets. But had they listened? Of course not.

Before he can tell Sunstorm to frag off, you beat him to the punch.

"Is it true you can control electromagnetic fields?"

Sunstorm falters. "I... why, yes. But I don't see how that matters -"

"And you have super healing powers?"

"...Yes. But why-"

"That's so cool," You interrupt. Starstruck. "No wonder my roommate looked up to you."

"Yes, well." He sounded like Starscream, too, when he was lost for words. Suddenly, a thoughtful look crosses his faceplate. "And you? Am I your idol, little one?"

Starscream doesn't give you a chance to respond. Oddly enough, you get the feeling that he doesn't want to hear your response.

"Him?" Starscream spits. "An idol?"

Okay, so Sunstorm is weirder than you thought he'd be, but...

"He's got super healing powers!"

"Nothing Knockout couldn't fix-"

"He can control electromagnetic fields!"

"He's radioactive!" Starscream snaps, outraged.

"That's cool!"

"I see greatness in you." Sunstorm smoothly cuts in, as Starscream splutters indignantly. His optics are gleaming, suddenly a lot more interested in the conversation. He appraises you. "You could be the next messenger of Primus."

"That sounds important. What does it mean...?"

So Sunstorm's powers are cool and all - you can have a healthy appreciation for a mech's abilities while thinking he's weird. Starscream, however, seems to have mistaken your interest in his powers for starstruck admiration.

Wings hitched up high, his servos ball into fists as he watches you ooh and ahh over Sunstorm's cocky demonstration of his frame's capabilities. Starscream could do that. They were literally the same. Why hadn't you asked him for a demonstration? It should be him you were admiring of, not this... corrupted version of himself. His optics narrow when you laugh at something Sunstorm says. Starscream snarls softly under his breath.

You do talk to other mechs on the Nemesis - but not like this.

And you always come back to him after.

Because you're on his side.

But as much as he was loathe to admit it, the entire purpose of the clone - Starscream refused to acknowledge any sort of kinship between them - was to replace him. They'd wanted Starscream's abilities, but not... him. Starscream knew he was not an easy bot to get along with. You were the only one who, somehow, seemed to not only tolerate but also enjoy his prickly company.

...Unless you didn't. And when part of Sunstorm's reputation was "Starscream, but better", you... could you really be blamed for...? Starscream tried to reach for anger, but found a hollow emptiness instead. Bots, especially those at war, changed allegiances all the time, and abandonment was a familiar feeling. But surely... surely not you?

Unaware of Starscream's dilemma, you continue to chat to Sunstorm. He seems really intense, but he's been reasonably civil so far. After all, small talk couldn't hurt, right? You wish your roommate could be here to watch him show his powers off - they would have loved hearing about your meeting.

That, and making an enemy of Sunstorm seems like a bad idea. However, he seems to grow increasingly animated as he continues to speak, optics uncannily wide and unseeing. Honestly, you wanted out, but the purgatory of small talk would have to be your defense weapon of choice for now.

"You should join me in my crusade," Sunstorm continues magnanimously. "I can see that you are a loyal follower, and I, after all, am the chosen one - I can bring you to heights that only most can dream of seeing."

"Heights aren't really my thing," You say politely.

Sunstorm snorts. "We're seekers, little one. Heights are our thing."

"Oh," You mutter. "I thought that was metaphorical."

Sunstorm splutters, caught off guard. "It - I was, but - nevermind."

He glares daggers over your helm, where Starscream is standing behind you and making no effort to hide his sniggers.

Sunstorm's optics narrow. "Did you know that your current commander," his voice drips with contempt, "-was replaced by me at the helm of an incredibly important mission? Not for lack of opportunity. He just failed to grasp every single one. Need I remind you, brother, of your years in exile? Need I remind you of Kaon?"

You don't quite dare turn around, but the sudden flare of an EM field burning with white-hot anger sears your back. "That was a set-up and you know it," Starscream hissed. "I gave nothing by my loyalty, and in return they branded me a filthy traitor!"

"Yet all was forgiven, was it not? Struck from your record, even. How generous." Sunstorm's glowing optics meet yours again. "As you can see, I am more worthy of your allegiance than the commander you so blindly swear your loyalty to."

You glance anxiously at Starscream. His faceplate is tight with rage, wings quivering - but when his optics dart to yours, there's something more there. A flash of fear.

"I will not let you corrupt my student with your lies-"

Sunstorm ignores him. His hushed voice drips like poisonous honey into your audials. "Open your optics, little seeker. I know you do not see him as we do. Tell me, do you know of the things he's done in the name of your cause?"

"You are a hypocrite!" Starscream seethes. "You dare to question me after all the energon shed by your servos?"

"Would you like me to start listing the atrocities you've committed?" Sunstorm doesn't even spare him a glance. "Alphabetically, perhaps, to help your darling cadet understand the full extent of what you've done. I'll let you choose whether by the Terran alphabet or the Cybertronian one."

"You would be nothing without me!" Starscream roars. "Know your place, so-called 'brother' of mine. You are nothing but a clone!"

Your processor spins. You take a step back, watching them hurl insults at one another, air around you crackling with the furious charge of their EM fields. Clone? Betrayal? Atrocities?

This was beyond you, a shared history that you clearly had no part in. It was true that you'd never actually seen or heard from Sunstorm himself back in the Academy, so the hero stories concocted by your fellow cadets had been pure fantasy. Given that posters of Starscream and Sunstorm had been pasted right next to each other, it was almost expected that your classmates would have concocted stories about them being seekers-in-arms, two heroic fliers taking down villains together. Sure, without evidence, you weren't surprised that this turned out to be false - but you'd never expected animosity.

Your frown. Back then, you'd respected Sunstorm even though you'd never really been his fan, but something about the way he was trying to provoke Starscream rubbed you the wrong way. At the same time, you didn't really want confirmation of the fact that Starscream was committing war crimes on the regular.

...You reset your vocaliser. Primus be damned. In the end, the need to know won out.

"Is it true?" You interrupt. Your voice is small as you turn to Starscream. "What he's saying."

"Yes," Sunstorm hisses, in the absence of a response. "Every word of it. The energon of countless innocents stain his servos - "

BOOM!

You jump at the same time Sunstorm springs away - split by a crackling flare of pure energy. Both of you look over to see Starscream's null ray smoking, optics narrowed to slits and denta bared in a snarl.

"You see?" Sunstorm whispers, triumphant.

"That's enough," Starscream rasps. His voice is hard, cold. "Leave."

Sunstorm seems unfazed. His searing optics hone in on you as he extends a servo.

"Come with me," Sunstorm offers. "Take your place by my side. In return for your loyalty, I will take you away from this ugly war - you will work towards a higher purpose. You will not have to pray every day for your survival."

You stare at his servo, its size uncannily familiar. You were sure that if you took it, it would be warm as well, just like Starscream's. But Starscream's servos weren't white, and Sunstorm didn't have that tiny dent on the joint of his third digit.

You glance at Starscream. His null rays are lowered, expression hard as he watches you stoically. Yet, there's a defeated slump to his shoulders that you really don't like. You're honestly shocked that he's letting you choose.

In any case, did he really think this was going to be a choice?

"Thank you," You say to Sunstorm, and his optics flare momentarily in victory, "-but no thank you."

There's a moment in which incredulity overtakes his faceplate, like he'd never in his life imagined that rejection would be a possibility. Abruptly, his expression turns steely. Frightening.

"You will regret your choice," Sunstorm states. He rises into the air, looking down at you coldly. He turns his gaze onto Starscream. "This isn't over, brother."

Starscream does not dignify this with a reply. He steadily meets Sunstorm's icy gaze, arms crossed and wings flared, until Sunstorm makes a sound of disgust and turns away. Both of you watch as he transforms, soaring away with a scream of his thrusters until he's nothing but a pinprick of light in the stratosphere.

You speak first.

"You didn't actually think I was going to choose him over you?"

Starscream stiffens. "Of course not," He blusters.

He absolutely did.

"He was kinda weird," You remark, casually.

That seems to knock him out of his funk - Starscream glances at you. "Shockwave made him."

You snort. "That explains it."

Starscream huffs and shakes his helm.

"I told you, he's radioactive."

Even though his plates aren't drawn as tight as before, shoulders relaxed, and his EM field has lowered to a light simmer - it's obvious that the matter still lingers on his processor.

"You really weren't going to...?"

"He could offer to make me Primus and I'd still stay here," You say bluntly. "He's not you."

Now that Sunstorm's gone, though, you're just starting to process all the random bombshells he'd dropped on you. What was the truth? And how long could you keep running from it? Just as you begin to spiral, a dark grey servo hesitantly enters your field of vision, pulling you from your thoughts.

"...Will you come with me, then?"

For the first time, you realise that it's not an order. You'd always willingly followed them, so it was never like you were going against your will - but this was not an order from a commander, but a... a... you pause. A bot who would care deeply about the answer you gave is what you settle on for now.

For a moment, Sunstorm's words flash unbidden across your processor. Atrocities. The energon of innocents. You stare at Starscream's servo, viciously willing away the ghostly mental image of glowing blue energon dripping from his digits.

Your optics meet his. His faceplate is still, impassive - but you see the minuscule tightening of his optics, the tension in his wings.

Looking back down, you find the dent in the joint of his third digit.

His servo is clean of energon.

You take it, and it's warm.

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#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #starscream x reader #starscream #Cadet AU

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droppoplolipop · 4 months ago

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How the brothers would try and amend things after a fight.

Lucifer: Would eventually knock on your door and shamefully apologize if he really meant it. Probably would also get you something nice as an apology (be that a nice meal, jewelry, flowers, ect)

Mammon: Would apologize through the door and if you didn't respond he'd do a dumb begging voice and stick his fingers under the crack. He's gonna stay there for a while tho so it'd be best to hear him out ( I guess 🙄)

Leviathan: Pouts and sends sad anime memes. Will probably cry and flail around irl. In the end, if it was serious, he'd get down on both his knees, grab your hands in his, and shake the hell out of your hands crying out sorry. Jeez dude chill.

Satan: is actually very forward and honest about how he felt, why he reacted that way, and what he can do to improve his response next time. (During the fight though, he's going absolutely ape) He really does mean it though and works hard to improve himself.

Asmodeus: Something slides under your door and shockingly it's a lovely three page apology that smells of sweet familiar perfume along with a hand made coupon for one free kiss.

Beelzebub: He cooked up your favorite food along with an additional dessert. He'll make it up to you however he can or else he'll feel really guilty. Probably to the point where he'd only eat 10 bags of chips instead of 20.

Belphegor: He's rather stubborn but knows when he messes up. He'd come knock on your door and ask to come in. Along with his go to pillow is a blanket that's folded in his arms. He'd come lay on you probably repeating that he's sorry, it's sweet and a little hard to stay mad at.

(if you have any suggestions you wanna see, feel free to ask!)

#obey me headcanons #obey me #fighting #im cringe but im free

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russolaw · 25 days ago

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"This is the last one," Anthony stated, dropping the cardboard box on the bed and not caring that the motion caused two pairs of Johnny's pants to fall off the bed. "How do you have so much crap? You lived alone in a tiny shithole."

Johnny opened his mouth to say something, probably something insulting. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder. "Stop. Ant, don't start."

"I was kidding, jeeze. Am I done? Can I go back to my game?"

Daniel sighed. It had been a battle to get him to help. But he did eventually help with minimal complaining. "Yeah. Thank you."

"Great. Goodbye." He shut the door behind him.

Daniel kissed Johnny's cheek. "Thank you for not saying anything to him."

"It was a struggle." Johnny opened the box and took out a snow globe with no water in it, the flakes settled on the bottom around a bear sitting in a lake with a fish in its' mouth.

"Oh, where'd you get that?"

"A road trip I took years ago. Gave it to my mom." He swiped a thumb across the plaque that at one point had the name of the state, but it had long since faded away. "Can't even remember where I got it from. Where's the box with the garbage in it?"

"What? You wanna toss it?"

"Well, yeah. Gotta get rid of some shit. It's junk, r-right?"

"It's not. Give it." Johnny handed it over and Daniel placed it on a shelf above the TV stand next to a framed picture of Johnny's mom. "Perfect." He came over and picked up the clothes that were on the floor and started folding them. As he did, he peered over Johnny's shoulder to see what else was in the box.

Johnny picked up a chipped, dirty plate. Painted crudely in the middle was a child's attempt at an owl; the eyes were too big, the beak too small, and it only had one wing. Each foot had only one claw, and they were digging into a black bar that Daniel assumed was a tree branch. "You painted that?"

Johnny smiled. "Yeah. Was never very artsy."

"It's adorable. We'll put it in the cabinet with the good plates." He could see the splotch of pink on Johnny's cheek.

"It's not re-"

"Shush. It's cute and still usable. No arguing."

He took out more stuff; a folder of drawings done when he was a kid, two owl figurines, an old magic kit, a teddy bear with a missing eye (that went right on the bed), and a dried up paint set.

The last thing Johnny took out was a small box that he tried to shove in the closet.

"No way, give it here."

"You don't wanna look at these." His face was turning pinker, and he held the box behind him.

"Johnny, come on. Lemme see."

He sighed and handed it over. "They're just some old photos. No big deal."

Old photos? Daniel thought, getting a little worried. He sat on the bed and shifted through them. "Oh, thank God."

"What?"

"Nothing, I just tho- never mind it's not important. Old model pictures, huh?" Johnny was shirtless in several of them. Hopefully he was of age. There were also some photos of him with his fellow Cobras, looking happy and relaxed. "You play guitar?"

Johnny shrugged. "A little. Wasn't very good."

"Why are these hidden?"

"I... I was gonna like, put them in a scrapbook. Super girly, I know. Uhm... but..."

"But what?"

"It's stupid. I just... didn't."

"Did you make scrapbooks often?"

"Uh... when I was younger. I threw them all out 'cause... A-anyway, are you done so I can, ya know." He gestured to the closest.

Daniel shook his head. "I'm not. And if you think you're going to be putting these where no one can see them, you're wrong."

"Daniel, I-"

"Nope. We're gonna go out and get you a scrapbook and you can slide all these in there. Maybe we can even print out some photos of us and all the kids and put them in it. And you can decorate it however you want. I won't complain."

Johnny looked away and rubbed his arm. "You're like a grandma."

"Shut it. Come sit and tell me about your camping trip." He held up one where Johnny had a hiking backpack on.

Johnny grinned and sat down, not an inch of space between them.

#Lawrusso #Karate kid #Cobra kai #Fanfiction

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readerthatreadsss · 2 years ago

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Requesting more dom!peter 😮‍💨🥵

𝗔/N: Your request is my command! (especially since I've been searching for more dom!Peter fics myself and have been failing so I might as well do it my damn self!) Also, yeah, it's been a damn long time lmao. I planned to finish up and release this like 4 months ago. Then a whole bunch of bad shit happened and I kinda gave up on writing for a little bit (outside of school cause I need that damn Bachelor's degree) BUT I've slowly started reading again and that bled into me opening up my drafts and finding this and spending some time with it. If you couldn't tell I had a shit ton of fun with this one...so feel free to check my newly updated Masterlist and request guidelines and send me more requests! The more I get, the more I'm gonna force myself to actually write them. (If you already sent one just know I’m working on it I promise)

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝗺!𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

(heavily inspired by the song with the same title by Adele.) It came up in my shuffle and when I started listening to the lyrics it was just too perfect.

he's so fucking pretty aghhhh (gif not mine)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Tasm!Peter Parker x Vigilante!Fem reader

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5.6k+ (This is my big comeback so I might as well feed yall)

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Peter have been broken up for about 3 years, but when an impromptu visit to your apartment takes a turn...that may no longer be the case...

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜): SMUT!, lil bit of angst at the end (ex to lovers so ofc), minimal use of y/n, P*rn-with-plot, Reader and Peter are FERAL for each other because of their powers (enhanced senses and all that), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), a lil possessive Peter, oral (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, Peter using his webs to restrain reader (pre-consented ofc), dom!Peter, sub!Reader (bratty at first tho), pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, angel), choking, rough sex, brief spanking, other positions, creampie, etc...

The remaining sunlight of the evening bled through your wide studio apartment windows as you finished folding what was left of your newly washed laundry. The plan for the rest of the evening was simple;

Drink two bottles of wine (knowing that your enhanced metabolism would sober the effects), catch up on a few missing assignments to keep your NYU professors off your ass, then jump into your suit and go patrolling.

It was a familiar routine.

Or at least, it had been...since he left.

Your relationship with him ended during your first year of college. To say it hurt like hell would be an immense understatement.

What hurt the most was the fact that you both gave everything you had to make it work...but long distance can be a bitch.

On that warm Saturday night in May, your ex-boyfriend received a call informing him that he had been accepted into a very prestigious engineering program (with a full-ride scholarship attached) all the way in California.

You applied for the very same program, so you knew just how big of an opportunity it would be. And, in good faith, you pushed him to take the offer.

You both insisted, "we'll make it work," and "we'll video chat and text every day. It'll be fine!"

What a load of horseshit.

It took 6 months for you to both arrive at the conclusion that you couldn't juggle your individual academic loads, your nighttime hero personas, AND a long-distance relationship all at the same time. A three-hour time difference didn't help matters either.

It took a while, but you eventually moved on. You kept your grades up, went on a few dates here and there, and even managed to convince yourself that you were doing fine without him.

Until...

*knock knock knock*

Your head peeked out from the fridge to look where you heard the strong yet hesitant knocks on your front door.

Only a handful of people knew where you lived and you weren't expecting to see any of them today.

Assuming it would be a postal worker or someone along those lines, you swung open the door with a polite smile.

"Hi-"

You felt your voice die in your throat as you locked eyes with the deep brown ones you hadn't seen in three years.

"Peter," his name fell from your lips, barely audible.

"Hi, Y/N," he replied with that awkward grin you knew all too well.

His hair was shorter than the last time you saw him, but from the tight fit of his jacket, you could see that was about the only thing about him that shrunk.

You wanted to actually hit yourself in the head for actually imagining yourself doing many things to his large...meaty...biceps- NO, no, no, no get a grip! a voice of logic sounded in your mind.

You hadn't realized how long you stood there silently sizing him up until he spoke again. "Can I...uh...come in, maybe?"

"Umm...sure," you nervously answered, finally taking note of the small cardboard box he was holding.

As you stepped aside to allow him entrance into your apartment, his familiar scent invaded your sensitive senses.

"Oh God," you muttered under your breath, knowing that he heard you, yet unaware that your scent had basically the same effect on him as well.

"You alright?" he turned and asked you in concern trying to hide the tightening of his jeans with the box he brought.

You nodded way too fast, promptly putting some distance between yourself and him. He hadn't been there for longer than 5 seconds and he was already having an effect on you.

"How've you been?" he questioned you, scratching his neck and actively avoiding eye contact. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently repeating every physics law he could remember in his mind to try to quell his growing erection.

It wasn't working very well.

"I've been fine. You?" you quickly spoke, slightly out of breath.

"I-uh-I'm alright," he shook his head with a tight-lipped smile.

He soon found himself just looking at you. It wasn't a blank stare, no, it was the sort of intense look you unintentionally gave someone when trying to commit every single feature to memory as if you weren't certain when you'd get another chance to.

It was a habit of his you noticed a lot when you were dating. And just as it did back then, it sent chills running rampant down your spine. Not to mention your nipples growing obviously hard behind your large shirt with no bra to hide it.

Peter noticed it immediately and fought back a smile, which you glimpsed.

"Why are you here, Peter?" you decided to get down to business before your body betrays you any further.

The brunette let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before actually coming up with an answer. "I wanted to drop these off," he placed the small box on your kitchen counter.

Your eyes immediately narrowed. "You could have mailed it. Or you could've just dropped it at the door and then left. So why are you really here Peter?" you would have felt worse about your tone if you weren't so bothered.

Why the hell did he feel the need to suddenly show up and make you start feeling things you swore you wouldn't feel for him again?

Peter took a deep breath. "Aunt May called me last week. She's not doing too good. So, I came back to help take care of her."

You felt your stomach sink at his words. While you both dated, May grew to be like a second mother to you. You had no idea she was sick.

"Oh shit Peter-I'm so sorry," you crossed the room to engulf him in a hug, despite your initial reaction to his visit.

Peter immediately accepted your hug and found the anxiety in his body dissipating soon after. Your hugs tended to have that effect on him.

He couldn't stop himself from deeply inhaling and drawing in your hair's familiar scent when he wrapped his hands around your clothed waist.

A few seconds passed before you released each other, with you also savoring the feel of his body against you and the way how your skin lit up with goosebumps though there was a thin layer of clothing separating his hands from you.

"I was just cleaning up my old room at May's and I found some of your stuff so I figured I'd drop by and..."

You nodded in understanding and walked over to where he placed the box.

It was mostly filled with old t-shirts, tools, and gadgets from days when you would sleep over at Peter's or stop by to help each other with school projects.

"Thanks," you sent him a smile as you closed the box.

Your smile warmed Peter's heart. It was actually his second favorite thing about you, after your hugs of course. "Yeah, you're welcome," he smiled back, running his hand through his hair. It was a mess by now, but you still wanted to run your hands through it…or maybe even pull on it-

"Sorting through some of this stuff made me realize how much I...missed you," he said, his tone growing more assured.

Thankfully, you were still facing away from him, not giving him the chance to catch the pained expression that briefly crossed your face.

But you could feel him slowly approaching your frozen figure and found your body silently reacting in ways it shouldn't be, yet again. "Do you miss me?" he asked, his voice heavy.

You held back the urge to scream "Yes!" because admitting that out loud would be taking 3 steps backward.

Admitting that you missed him would be undoing all the work and tears you put into moving on from him and the hopes and dreams you had for a life with him.

Admitting that you missed him would mean giving in to the part of you that thought back to your most intimate moments with him when you touched yourself.

And admitting that you missed him would mean letting him back into the four-cornered box you had locked yourself in for the past 3 years.

But, with every step closer that he took, your resolve disappeared that much faster.

"You okay?" he called for your attention.

Your sharp intake of oxygen brought a tense silence over the room when you turned to face him and realized that he stood close enough for your lips to nearly brush his.

"Peter, I-" you tried to form words, but then you saw his lust-filled brown eyes lower to your lips.

And that was all it took for the last of your self-control to disappear.

"Damn it," you mumbled once you realized what was about to happen.

Before Peter could question your outburst, you found yourself latching onto his jacket lapels and pulling him down to meet your lips.

It took mere milliseconds for Peter to react. After all, he had been thinking about doing this since you swung open the door and looked up at him with those eyes of yours.

His large calloused hands took hold of the sides of your face as you clashed in a heap of teeth and tongue. It was desperate and feverish but it was perfect.

It was a language only you and Peter seemed to master, even now after three years apart.

Your lips moved swiftly against his, eager to taste more and more of him with each passing second. You felt him press his growing bulge flush against you, causing a pathetic whine to involuntarily tumble from your lips and a smirk to find its way onto his.

"I did miss you," you softly spoke, "but we can't do this Peter," the logical part of your brain made an appearance, though you kept peppering his lips with kisses.

As his lips moved to your neck, Peter's hands slid down to your ass where he effortlessly lifted your legs off the ground and up around his waist. The feeling of his hands against the bare skin of your thighs garnered yet another moan from you.

"You don't sound so sure angel," you felt him smirk against your heated skin.

You hadn’t heard that nickname in years yet it sent small chills down your spine for the second time that night.

A mumbled curse slipped your lips when he nipped a particular spot below your ear. That was definitely gonna leave a mark.

You soon gathered the strength to pull Peter's hungry lips away from your body, swinging your arms around his neck to hold yourself up.

"We can’t go back from this, you know that right?" you spoke, the both of you panting from the effects of the last minute.

"I don't wanna go back," Peter shook his head, "I wanna fuck you, right here, right now," his lips immediately found yours before his words could fully resonate.

This caught you by surprise which allowed Peter to slip his tongue between your lips.

As his taste continued to flood your senses, you felt yourself grow alarmingly wet.

Peter knew it too because he slowly pulled back and smirked down at you. "I could smell you from the moment I walked in here. Glad to see three years hasn't changed the way your body reacts to me, angel," he accompanied his words with a quick slap to your ass.

His slap and the familiar pet name left you a moaning mess. Just like he knew it would.

A lovely laugh left Peter's mouth before his lips met yours again.

He walked your entangled bodies over to the kitchen counter without breaking the sloppy kiss.

Peter used one hand to blindly clear the counter and place you on it, which sent your box of things flying toward the floor.

Not that either of you cared.

"Too much clothes," you were barely able to say in between kisses.

You followed up by shoving Peter's jacket off his shoulders which fell to your hardwood floors with a thud. He immediately got the message and got rid of his t-shirt as well.

A shameless whimper left your lips at the sight of his very toned muscles. You easily maneuvered Peter's body closer to you and began kissing and sucking his neck and every other available inch of skin just as you had pictured earlier, making sure to leave a few purple bruises in your wake.

“You’re killing me here baby,” Peter harshly swallowed, his eyes sliding closed as you continued to have your way with his chest.

"Wouldn't be a terrible way to die though, right?" you mumbled between lovebites and licks. You felt like an animal in heat but you just couldn't get enough of him, the occasional flex of his muscles with each slither of your tongue and his deep groans only egging you on more.

The taste of his skin alone could've made you cum easily.

But the same could be said for Peter as the feel of your tongue slithering all along his chest had him practically creaming his pants then and there.

Fucking enhanced senses, he cursed inwardly.

“Alright, ease up pretty girl,” he reluctantly grabbed your head, detaching your swollen lips from his body.

“Your turn,” he tugged at the hem of your top.

You quickly pulled off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare top half to him.

He spared no time in cupping your breasts with his eager hands. "Fuck, I missed you so much," he mumbled.

"Me, or my boobs?" you jokingly raised a brow at him.

"Definitely both," he grinned, bringing his mouth down to your tits.

As his tongue made contact with the soft mounds, you loudly moaned and wrapped your fingers in his unruly tangle of hair.

He switched between nipping and sucking on your nipples, in the way he knew you liked, while his free hand pinched and squeezed the other.

"Just like that Peter fuck-" hearing his name fall from your lips drove Peter insane.

His tongue flicked your sensitive nipples harder, and his eager sucking pleased you to no end.

Peter eventually pried himself away from your supple breasts, remembering the other parts of you he wanted to worship, and brought his hands to rest on the sides of your head. Your lips connected once more in a delicate kiss.

Though you knew what lay ahead for the evening, you were both perfectly content with each other's lips at the moment, just enjoying the constant waves of pleasure from the intimate contact.

But it wasn't long before the kiss grew heated and you tried to take control. Peter, however, wasn't giving you a chance.

"I leave for three years and you think you're hot shit, huh," he smirked.

"Why don't you ask the guy I fucked on this counter last week," you retorted, knowingly riling him up.

"Don't say shit like that, it's not funny," he nearly growled as his grip on your ass grew more forceful.

You secured your grip on his hair before pressing a small kiss on the side of his lips. "Gimme a reason to shut up then," you challenged him.

“Trust me, I will,” Peter grabbed your hands from his hair and forced them to your sides. His movements were swift as he laid you flat on your counter and ripped your thong off your body.

There he is, you smiled to yourself. This is the Peter you wanted to fucking ruin you.

You felt his face ghost your drenched opening as he deeply inhaled your scent. "You smell fucking delicious baby," he praised you, his mouth actually watering at the thought of tasting you.

A genuine smile found its way onto your face but morphed into a gasp when Peter teasingly ran his tongue up your sensitive slit.

"You taste even better," he added, using his strong arms to bring your thighs closer to his head. He wanted to tease you but it was getting harder to resist the urge to dive right into your heat like a man starved.

"Holy shit," you all but screamed as he briefly nipped at your swollen clit before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

His grip on your thighs combined with the ministrations of his tongue was pure bliss.

You attempted to slip your hands in his hair once more, but found that they were suddenly held in place against your counter by two of his webs.

Your eyes briefly widened at the feel of the rough, sticky material against your wrists, not having felt it in a few years. Back then, you expressed to Peter your desire to engage in some bondage, but being the daughter of a super soldier, it was clear that no rope or wire would be able to hold you. Peter's webs became the next best choice.

"That's not fair," you pouted, though it melded into a moan as Peter continued to suck and lick between your glistening folds.

The sounds of Peter devouring you resounded through the small apartment.

"I'm close Pete," you whined, your chest heaving in arousal.

Peter decided to focus his tongue on your eager bundle of nerves while he slowly inserted two fingers into your pussy. He instantly curled the digits causing you to briefly squirm at the sudden pressure against your G-spot.

"More," you begged, and Peter delivered, adding another finger inside of you. He immediately sped up his motion inside of you, making sure his fingers gauged that spongy spot to drive you over the edge with each thrust inside of you.

“That feels so fucking good, Peter, oh my God," you loudly moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, calling forth an orgasm with no warning.

You repeatedly bucked against Peter's face as you came, white-hot pleasure filling your veins. Peter locked onto your stare, still skillfully working his fingers in and out of you, loving the way you constantly clenched around his fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ," your legs jerked when Peter dove in and drank every ounce of slick you had to give while still fucking you with his fingers.

With his face now damp of your juices, Peter looked up to meet your blissed-out eyes. "Gimme one more, angel," he placed a soft kiss on your thighs, "I know you can do it for me."

You would do anything to keep Peter's mouth between your legs.

So, you eagerly nodded in response before taking a deep breath in preparation for another onslaught.

You didn't have to wait long.

Peter’s tongue went to work on your glistening hole while his fingers fiddled with your overstimulated clit. And, within minutes, your thighs were trapping Peter's head as an even bigger orgasm rocked you again, the borderline pornographic sounds leaving your lips shooting straight to his hardened cock.

Peter seemed perfectly fine with staying between your legs all night, but you had other plans.

"Pete, I need you inside me," you begged, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes.

He rose from beneath you and climbed up to free your hands from his webs. "I know, baby, I know," he softly replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and using his hands to soothe your reddened wrists. Your own taste on his tongue flooded your senses which made you even more desperate.

Peter obliged, slipping out of his sweatpants and sliding his girth between your folds. He used one hand to hold himself up above you on the counter, and the other to slowly guide his dick into you.

You both shared a long moan as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, your wetness making it way too easy.

He held still for a few seconds, waiting for you to adjust and give the all clear for him to move.

Eagerness guided your words. “Fuck me, please.”

Peter set a brutal pace, knowing you were more than capable of handling it. Satisfied cries left your chest as you dragged your nails along Peter’s back, hard enough to leave trails.

“You can take it, pretty girl, I know you can,” he groaned as he continued to pound into you, trying desperately not to blow his load with the way you were constantly clenching around him and marking his back.

You tried to reply, but all that you could form were sloppy moans and broken syllables.

“Oh look at you, drunk on my cock already?” he teased with a particularly hard slam that prodded your cervix, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Pleasure-filled cries mingled with words continued to fall from your lips as Peter gently moved a few fallen strands of hair behind your ear with a hand. "-feels so fucking perfect," you muttered, your lips curved into a drunken smile.

Peter reached down and pinched one of your nipples, gaining a loud whimper from you. “I love hearing you make those pretty sounds for me baby,” his strokes grew harder and deeper.

“All for you, Pete, all for you,” you panted as he fucked into you, the delicious smell and sound of sex lingering in the air.

Peter used a hand to wrap around your throat before using the other to reach down and fiddle with your aching clit.

The combination of Peter’s dick hitting that perfect spot, his fingers massaging your clit, and the lack of air from his hand around your neck was making you dizzy and overstimulated.

You fucking loved it.

“God, I missed you,” you spoke breathlessly.

He moved closer to kiss you briefly and tenderly. “I missed you too, baby.”

No amount of time could take away his knowledge on how to please you, how to get you like this with ease, not when you were all he thought about for years on end.

Peter pressed a quick kiss to your forehead then continued to fuck you on your kitchen counter.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, right fucking there," you moaned out.

Peter's grip on your neck grew tighter. "Not yet, don't you cum until I tell you to sweetheart," he commanded you, removing his fingers from your clit.

A frustrated groan rumbled in your chest as you forced yourself to sustain your orgasm.

"Don't pout," he smirked.

And before you could realize it, Peter had pulled out of you and effortlessly flipped you onto your stomach.

A hand soon gripped your hair, yanking you up against his chest and eliciting a pitiful whine from you.

"Tell me what you want,” Peter commanded, using his free hand to strike your ass. Hard.

You whimpered again at the sting of his slap. “I need you inside me. Please,” you pleaded.

He seized your hair harsher and leaned forward for his lips to graze against your ears. “Beg.”

A small whine left your lips at his words. You were so desperate you didn’t even care how embarrassing this would be in retrospect. “I need to cum, Peter. Please baby you're the only one who can make me cum.”

Peter pressed a kiss to your neck, nearly causing you to lose your footing. And he soon complied by ramming himself back into you.

“Oh my Fuck-“ you cried before biting your lip, suddenly aware that you had neighbors.

But Peter pulled his cock from your heat, with just the tip remaining, before roughly slamming into you, his hips slamming against your ass with the motion. “Come on, lemme hear you angel.”

He repeated the action, knocking the air out of your chest, “Peter!” your hands gripped the sides of your counter with such force you were sure you felt it crack under your grasp.

Peter caught wind of this and freed your hair before using his hands to pull your hands behind your back. "You're so perfect baby," he mumbled in your ear, continuing to brutally fuck you from behind, "So fucking beautiful with my cock inside you."

"I can't hold it anymore," you cried, "I need to cum, Peter, please."

With that whiny tone and those overstimulated tears to top it off, Peter couldn't deny you any longer. "Let it all out for me sweetheart. Cum for me," he littered your shoulders with kisses.

Your eyes slammed shut as your walls contracted around his cock, pleasure shooting through you and rocking you on a seemingly cellular level. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, unable to form a sound from the satisfied tremors attacking your nerves. The intensity of your finish is one only brought on when Peter fucked you and it was damn near cosmic.

"Shit," you groaned in relief, your long-awaited climax passing.

Peter slowed his movements inside of you and released your hands. "You did so good for me angel," he pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck, trying to stave off his own orgasm for a little while longer.

Aftershocks rocked your body while Peter continued sporadically moving inside of you, yet you couldn't get enough. Your body was more than ready to keep taking whatever he dished out.

Peter didn't need to read your mind to see that, but he needed to make sure. His lips kept up their onslaught on your neck as he softly spoke, "You wanna keep going?"

"Hell yes," you panted with a grin that he couldn't fully see, "You still haven't cum yet, and my bed is still fully made."

Happy with your response, Peter gave your ass a sharp smack. "That's my girl."

He pulled out of you and turned your body to face him, smiling at the sight of your fucked out face. "Three orgasms and a handful of tears later and you're still the most beautiful girl in the world," he held you by the sides of your face.

His words left you reeling, causing a slight blush to dust your cheeks and butterflies to swirl within your stomach.

Before you could form a response, Peter leaned down to kiss you. He soon hoisted up your legs around his waist, preparing to escort you to your bed as per your own demands.

As he looked around for the bed's location, you took advantage of his momentary distraction and latched your lips onto his neck, reapplying the bruises you left there that were slowly fading already.

Peter was the happiest man on earth as he walked over to your bed, his cock prodding your soaked entrance, and your lips ravaging his neck.

He carefully sat on the edge of your bed, with you now on his lap and your legs still around him. You expected him to ease his length back into you but he slowly brought your head down to meet his intense stare.

You carefully wrapped your hands around his shoulders to keep yourself up, the silence in the room growing deafening.

You could tell from his eyes that he desperately wanted to say something, and you wondered if it was the same thing you had been considering as well.

But you were both aware of what saying those words would mean for your broken relationship and simply settled for smiles instead.

Peter brought a hand up to lay your forehead against his, allowing your breathing to momentarily sync.

"You ready for me?" he questioned you with a hand at the nape of your neck to hold your head against his.

You immediately nodded in response causing his own head to shake in time with yours. A small laugh was shared between you both as your nose continued to brush his own.

"You're adorable," you said before you could stop yourself.

That stupid full-toothed grin that you hadn't seen in a while soon spread across his beautiful face at your words, gaining another laugh from you.

"Last round?” you eventually pleaded with a smile.

"Anything for you," Peter replied, meaning it in every way. Adoration littered his stare as he slowly lowered you onto his length.

A satisfied mewl slipped your lips at the familiar feel of him.

The slow drag of his cock in and out of you, while he rocked your hips back and forth to grind on him, had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth with eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure.

But Peter wanted to see it all. He wrapped a hand around your neck and forced you to meet his dilated eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

His soft yet stern tone caused you to swallow back a moan as you continued to move on his girth.

He then slapped your ass with his free hand, silently urging you to move faster.

You leaned down and quickly kissed his lips before happily obliging, now beginning to bounce in his lap, chasing your next climax.

“There you go angel, just like that,” Peter’s stare never wavered.

Peter furiously fucked up into you, your moans and the constant smack of skin on skin filling the apartment.

His other hand which never left your throat now squeezed it harder. “Fuck!” You were barely able to moan out as your breasts bounced with your every move.

“Shit, you’re gripping me like a vice,” Peter groaned, his crude pace never faltering though his orgasm was closer than ever.

Your bed creaked under the onslaught of your bodies, but neither of you payed it any attention only having one goal in mind.

“One more time,” Peter planted his feet on the ground to get a better angle, "Need you to cum on my cock one more time."

But from the broken pacing of his hips to the strong furrow of his brow, you could tell he was close too. “Together?” You breathlessly suggested, grasping the nape of his neck with your hands.

Peter nodded in agreement before engulfing your chest and back with his arms, pulling you closer to his body.

Your breaths mingled, eyes focused on nothing except each other as his grip on your upper body allowed him to help you ride him even faster.

"Yes, Pete, oh my God-" pleas, curses, and moans tumbled from your lips as your skin buzzed at your incoming release.

"There you go, cum for me," Peter's voice grew strangled as his hips stuttered below you.

"Fuck," you wailed, your finish hitting you like a freight train and your pussy leaking into Peter's length.

The intense clench of your walls around him was all it took for Peter to explode with a groan, his pace faltering with that final pump.

"Holy shit baby," he panted, his cum painting your walls in spurts.

His firm hold on your body brought you collapsing on your bed together, satisfied and smiling.

And, for what felt like hours, you lay there in his arms. But of course, your thoughts began to run rampant.

Peter could damn near hear your thoughts spiraling.

"I don't regret this," he suddenly broke the silence you had elapsed into, "Do you?"

"Peter I-...I don't know," you freed yourself from his hold and sat up to look at him.

His brows furrowed at your response, hurt briefly flashing across his features.

"I loved you," you spoke, "I loved you more than anything."

"I know. I loved you too," Peter nodded with a small smile.

"And I will never blame you for leaving. Ever," you slipped a hand in his own and squeezed briefly.

"But?"

Your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall. "What happened to us, it damn near destroyed me, Peter. And it took so so long to put myself back together."

Peter swallowed harshly at your words.

"And then here you come, waltzing in here, fucking my brains out and making me feel things," you lowered your head, looking away from him.

You heard Peter move closer to you before feeling him lift your chin to face him again. His expression wasn't as disappointed as you'd expected, just confused. "Spit it out. I know you're holding something back."

"Why'd you come back here and-and do all this? Reminding me of what we had when you know you're gonna be gone again in the next few weeks?" you felt your voice shrink to a broken whisper.

Peter used his thumb to wipe away a lone tear that fell from your eye, his previously puzzled look now morphing into a smirk. There was obviously something he wasn't telling you.

You sniffled and lightly hit Peter's shoulder. "Well, now it's your turn bug face, spit out whatever you're hiding!"

You received no answer other than Peter leaning forward and pressing a deep kiss against your lips. You eagerly accepted and returned the spontaneous action but were left even more confused when he pulled away.

"That wasn't an answer," you arched a brow at Peter.

"I'm not going anywhere," he smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm moving back to New York, or already moved, technically," he began to explain.

Your mouth opened and closed in shock as your brain fumbled for a response and came up inconclusive.

"I'm gonna finish out the school year online and stay here to take care of Aunt May. I mean it, baby, I'm not going anywhere," he grinned, watching tears of joy fall from your eyes.

"This better not be some sick fucking joke Peter, I swear to God," you pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Can you shut up and just come here?"

You couldn't help but laugh as you obliged and grabbed Peter's neck before pulling him in for another kiss, your face still wet from tears and a smile almost permanently etched onto your face.

You pulled away but sank into his open arms. You relished how securely he held you. "I'm so happy," you said aloud, truly meaning it for the first time in a long time, though it was only meant to be an inner thought.

Peter kissed your forehead and looked down to meet your eyes, "I'll never stop making you happy, Y/N."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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rotthepoet · 9 months ago

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Continuing my mean lorenzo berkshire brainrot, he is so enemies to lovers coded.

Like he’s a 1990’s movie bully. Yknow that scene where Malfoy sends Potter a little animated note of him being struck by lightning??(i feel like it was prisoner of azkaban) yeah imagine that being thrown at your head. Like. Everyday in class

Hes like mean and pathetic and its WILD dude.

He so just shoves you when no ones looking- straight up pushes you into a fountain-

You dont even know what you did to get on his bad side! He doesnt even remember!

Its probably because this pretty(gender neutral) person(you) showed him up in class after he answered a question embarrassingly wrong. He wasnt a fan of that. No one can be that good looking and smart at the same time, that bitch is cheating!

He will be your downfall if you let him. Like. Sabotaging all the way. Your life will be hell.

His friends kinda noticed how hes different around you tho. Like he can be mean but not VIOLENT.

Its Theo that figures out its a crush. And he doesnt let him live it down.

“Ohhh there goes your girlfriend, gonna go trip her again to see up her skirt you creep?”

Things like that but im not a posh Italian boy in a British boarding school so, like, phrase it better.

There are two ways you could get him to stop.

Slapping him or crying infront of him.

Both would make him slow tf down and short circuit.

1. If you slap him, hes going to look down at you with the dumbest look. Like. No thoughts behind those wide eyes. Scream at him, shove him, stomp away. he raises a hand to his cheek and grins so big because you touched him! He lowkey gets a little bit ✨freaky✨and imagines it all over again later. The bullying stops. He cant stop staring at you and following you everywhere though. Youre not sure which is worse lmao.

2. Bless your heart if you cry infront of him. He feels so bad suddenly its not even funny. Hes like half hugging you awkwardly to ‘comfort’ you and is lowkey trying to apologize without saying the words “im sorry” its kinda just pathetic and weird. If you run away crying he feels like a dick and leaves you alone for a bit :/ the cutie is crying and its his fault wtf this is so twisted! He might buy you a little treat to make up for it.

Once he falls he falls HARD. like downright obsessed. Blaise had to knock him upside the head because he wouldn’t shut up about you.

He’ll be talking to a girl and see you and literally push her away by the head so he can walk and talk to at you.

“Hey hows your day going? Did you do something with your hair? Youre going to potions, yeah? Let me walk you.”

And youre like. What?? He was telling you that you reek not even a month ago?? Is he gaslighting you? This new form of bullying is weirddd

and then he starts presenting you with gifts and trying to hold your hand like wtf?? He blows you a kiss from his broom on the quidditch field. Steals the damn mic and says “this win was for ___” and points at you and youre like “hello??? Who are you?? Get away from me?”

But eventually you fold and it turns out hes a nice guy. Somehow. You sometimes look baxk and think “how did i get here?? Where the hell am i??” But then he gives you a big ol smooch and it all gets better.

#i feel like i should preface this by saying idc how the characters canonically act.#this is rots world youre just reading it #im gonna make the soft boy mean if i feel like it >:(#jk but like can someone tell me how any of the fanmade characters came to be because theyre rotting my brain #rot says so #slytherin boys fluff #slytherin boys #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader fluff #mean lorenzo berkshire supremacy

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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This is gonna be good

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x [gn, afab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Dacryphilia Tags: Transmasc friendly / Use of 'pussy' tho / Oral / Overstimulation / Penetration

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Luffy’s lips pressed to yours a little messily, never letting a kiss last long enough, keeping up with the short pecks—he always had the same messy, sloppy way of kissing you, despite all the times you’d done it before. He tugged a little on your bottom lip with his teeth, eyeing you through half-lidded eyes.

“I’ve been needing you for so long,” Luffy moaned as his cock rubbed against your thigh through his shorts while he leaned over, making you lay back on the bed as he continued on top of you. The inn’s bed wasn’t that comfortable, but it wasn’t the worst thing either. Either way, you were barely paying attention to how soft the bed was when Luffy started kissing your neck like that. He kept that same messy pattern, but his lips actually stayed in the same spot longer when he found out how sensitive you were there.

“Mmph, Luffy,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, tugging on his shirt a little. He hummed in response, continuing to nip on your neck as he adjusted himself to be between your legs this time. The way his hard cock ground against your clothed pussy made you gasp, arching your back a little, giving him the access he wanted to your neck.

Luffy probably left behind more marks than you wanted, but you decided only to worry about it later. You shifted your hips against his own, making him moan against your neck, his breath growing out of pace, even more so as his tongue felt warm along your collarbones, licking over the bite marks he had left behind previously.

“Love the way you feel,” Luffy whispered as he slipped his hands under your shirt—they were warm, feeling all over your skin as if it were the first time touching you. He always had that care for people and things he loved.

You only hummed in acknowledgment, letting your fingers dive into his hair while his head lowered. He looked up at you, waiting for your nod to pull your shirt up and start kissing the skin below your belly button. His lips were warm, actually lingering on the skin as his urgency took another tone, sending shivers up your spine and helping the arousal pool down in your lower stomach. He could be so careful on some matters.

It was a little difficult, but you managed to pull your shirt off without moving a lot, letting Luffy continue his job unbothered. He nuzzled your skin gently, kissing along the middle of your chest as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them off easily.

“So, I’m going to eat you out first,” Luffy said, his eyes meeting yours again. “Is that okay?” Your cheeks heated up a little, but you quickly nodded, making him grin. “Great!”

Luffy only had one of your thighs over his shoulder, keeping the other spread open as he leaned in and pressed his lips to your pussy. It was straight at the point; he started mouthing right on your clit, making you moan and squirm under him until getting used to the new feeling. He kept mouthing at your pussy, letting his tongue explore between your folds before he even started tracing your entrance. His tongue pushed in gently, lapping inside you experimentally at first.

“Luffy,” you breathed, tugging on his hair a little; he moaned against you, pressing closer. You hissed, thighs quivering a little.

You took a deep breath once Luffy pulled away, but it was brief; he was quick to start kissing your clit. His big eyes glanced at you through his lashes before he furrowed his eyebrows in focus.

The feeling was a little foreign, making you tense up a little, but you eventually relaxed as Luffy’s finger slipped inside you completely. He kept licking your clit, his free hand over your lower stomach as he kept your shoulder over his shoulder. So fucking good. His finger started moving inside you, making you gasp, moving one of your hands to the bed to tug on the bedsheets.

Luffy’s name spilled from your lips in a long, dragged moan as you instinctively bucked your hips forward, trying to meet his motions. You stilled for a moment, however, your breath hitching in your throat once he pushed a second finger in, causing a faint burning feeling that dissipated when he started moving his fingers, carefully. Your moans grew higher-pitched, breathy, at how his fingers curled up inside you, only experimentally at first.

“This is going to be good,” Luffy whispered to you.

You raised an eyebrow, but your eyebrows raised the moment Luffy’s fingers curled up inside you again—a moan escaped your throat as your back arched against the mattress. Luffy ended up even groaning against you, enjoying the way your fingers tugged on his hair, making him press closer and start sucking on your clit now. His lips latched around your clit, sucking and running his tongue around it, giving it his full attention.

It felt so good. You bit down on your lip, maybe a little too hard, given the hint of a metallic taste that fell on your tongue. You didn’t know. There was too much stuff to focus on. He was going to make you cum fast like that.

When you tried to warn Luffy, the words died on your tongue when Luffy’s hand, which once just rested on your stomach, now started adding a little pressure by pressing down. You gasped, back arching as you struggled to keep your hips still, rolling them into his mouth as he kept sucking your clit and pressing down to your sweet spot. Your thighs quivered, threatening to close around his head, unable to handle the waves of pleasure that kept running down your spine.

You gasped, breathless, throwing your head back against the pillow and pressing your eyes shut. Where’d Luffy learn to do that? Either way, that was fucking great.

“Lu—uffy,” you gasped, tugging at his hair a little more. Your other hand ached around the bedsheets, your knuckles going white. That felt so good; you were out of breath, barely able to keep track of the moans that escaped your lips, only hoping that the people in the next rooms wouldn’t complain.

You gulped, unable to help the tears that formed in your eyes. They started running down the sides of your face as he kept going, growing more as your orgasm finally hit you. Luffy had made you cum quite easily with that new stuff; you were sniffling a little under him while he helped you through your high, mouthing and fingering you so nicely. As much as that felt almost overwhelming, you couldn’t help but miss it when Luffy slowly stopped touching you, giving your clit a kiss before he finally pulled away.

Luffy breathed heavily as he pulled himself back, carefully taking your hand off his hair and holding it instead. His eyes widened once they landed on your face. He quickly rushed over, his clean hand cupping your face and wiping your tears away as he propped up on his other elbow. “(Y/n)? Are you okay?” He whispered, running his knuckles against your cheek. “Was that too much? You didn’t say the word, what’s going on?”

“Hm?” You raised your eyebrows a little, blinking your tears away. “Oh, no! It was too good, actually.”

Luffy’s chuckle didn’t sound genuine. He tilted his head as his eyebrows knitted together. “Good?”

“Yeah!” Your eyes averted away with the embarrassment. “You made me feel so good. I wasn’t crying because of pain or anything, it just…” You shrugged. How could you even word it? “You were amazing, Luffy.”

There was silence before Luffy hummed a little. “So you were crying because of arousal?” He said carefully, raising an eyebrow at you as he slowly took his shirt off; your eyes still were on the wall when you nodded. “Oh. I see.” Luffy fell quiet once again, his pupils expanding as he still eyed you while taking off his clothes, being weirdly slow.

Luffy’s lips met yours, still tasting like you as you two messily made out, having you humming against his lips as his hands slipped under your thighs to push them up against your torso, so you instinctively held on to his shoulders.

“You’re gonna feel so good,” Luffy mumbled. He only let his cock press to your pussy at first, making you moan with the friction as it ground against your clit. You could only nod faintly without pulling your lips away from his, though you didn’t have much choice other than pull away once his cock pressed to your entrance.

Luffy’s cock slowly pushed inside you, about halfway inside, when it suddenly pushed the rest of the way in at once. You gasped, covering your mouth with one of your hands. Luffy did nothing, his eyes still on you as he kept fucking you, not giving you that usual pause.

His thrusts gained a fast pace, sooner than usual, and his hand slipped between both of you before his thumb pressed to your clit. What was he trying to do? It made you arch your back, moving your hips instinctively—your moans just grew louder whenever the tip of his cock brushed your sweet spot repeatedly.

It didn’t take long for the tears to start filling your eyes again, having you crying once more as he fucked you. Something was missing, however. Luffy wasn’t kissing your neck as he usually would, only observing your face instead—pleasure was clear over his face, but his eyes were trained on you. There was some sort of amusement as he watched the tears trail down your face while broken moans escaped your lips, barely making his name comprehensible whenever you tried to say it.

“So beautiful,” Luffy groaned, leaning in to kiss the tears away as he kept fucking you.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #monkey d luffy #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #gender neutral #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #imagine #scenario #oneshot #fan fic #fan fiction

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 2 years ago

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lesson (not) learned

part two: lesson (still not) learned wc: 1.5k reader: afab (maybe also only femme but i don’t think so? idk lemme know if you think it should be labeled femme) warnings: minors dni explicit smut!!!!!, established poly!relationship, oral m!receiving, fingering, learned this word today: pussyjob, hard/softdom!hanbin, switch!hao, sub(i guess mostly)!reader, hanbin and hao are not that nice but they love you (hanbin loves you more tho lol), addressing hanbin as "sir" towards the end, hanbin calls them puppies one time, mxm but very light, i guess light angst but a good ending, basically you and hao are always competing to be hanbin's favorite lol summary: hanbin punishes a bickering poly!reader and hao for fucking without his permission; they do not learn their lesson this started out as something else and then became this. oops. gonna have to write that original idea too eventually. enjoy :)

🚨MINORS DNI 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT BELOW🚨

“what was that, baby?” hao asks, hand tangled in your hair as he grips it tightly. somehow his tone remains patronizing despite the fact you’ve been edging him for at least half an hour. “can’t talk with a big cock in your mouth?”

you try to answer again, but it’s useless; a frustrated moan comes out of you instead and, for a moment, the curtain falls on hao’s persona he’s been maintaining to impress his other lover. you can see it in his eyes how the vibration on his cock affects him; how he desperately wants to give in to you. he always wants to cave a few minutes in.

but...

he blinks quickly; tightening his grip on your hair and yanking a bit harsher. “come on. he’s... he’s gonna get mad at us again if we don’t finish our punishment.”

a pointed exhale from the corner draws your attention to the third presence in the room. “aw, hao hyung, don’t be silly now. why would i get mad at you? hmm?”

the words are kind on paper-- playful even. but you would never know by the way hanbin says them. a viper’s tongue.

stupidly, you make eye contact with him. he’s lounging back in a leather armchair, a hand over his mouth and one eyebrow cocked in what seems to be amusement. a small beam of light illuminates a diagonal strip of his face from the corner of his left eye to his jaw bone. he looks otherworldly like this and the heavenly visual causes you to lose your grip on hao’s cock in your mouth.

it lolls out of you with a pitiful pop.

“baby,” hao pleads annoyedly, taking your face in his hands to try to get your attention but your fixation on hanbin’s beauty is just too strong. “baby, we need to keep going or he’s--.”

by the time you’ve actually comprehended hao’s words, a cruel laugh is already escaping hanbin’s throat from the corner of the room. “how did i manage to find the two stupidest, horniest people on the planet?”

“fuck,” hao whispers angrily, shaking your face that’s still in his hands. “this is all your fault! you always do this!”

“this is not my fault! are you kidding me!?” you defend, childishly folding your arms across your chest. “you’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me earlier.”

“you literally grabbed my fingers and stuck them in your pussy,” hao counters, glaring at you. “you always want him to think you’re his perfect little angel, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. you’re just a spoiled fucking brat who needs--.”

your lips are on hao’s before he can finish his assassination of your character. unfortunately you just can’t help yourself when he talks to you like that. but hao is no lesson in self control either, seeing as he’s moaning into your mouth within seconds; pushing your back down onto the bed beneath him. in between your thighs, the head of his cock starts to tease your entrance.

“fuck,” hao whines needily, rutting against you and, as he does, treading dangerously close to forbidden territory for the second time today. the desperation in hao’s voice only turns you on more, though and, clouded with lust, you also forget about the events that happened just hours ago.

“pleasepleaseplease, need you,” you beg incomprehensibly, the head of hao’s cock pressing into your clit. “fuck hao, please, just need you inside me now.”

“oh my god,” hao says as if he’s gonna lose his mind if he can’t put his cock in you in the next five seconds. “fuck, i can’t--... we can’t, baby. we’re not supposed to...”

though hao is certainly attempting to convince himself not to finally push himself inside your dripping hole, he’s failing miserably. you feel him start to rut progressively deeper, his resolve slowly turning to moans and whimpers until--

“you two never fucking learn your lesson, do you?”

your whole body freezes as hanbin yanks hao up by his ear to a kneeling position. hao seethes at the pain and hanbin whispers something in his ear that shuts him up without discourse. the sinking feeling in your gut reaches its height when hanbin’s attention turns to you.

“binnie, please,” you start to plead as hanbin just smiles coolly back at you. “hao started it! i would never break the rules, binnie-- i promise.”

hao opens his mouth to argue, but a quick glare from hanbin settles him down. the younger man lets go of hao’s ear; stepping closer to you. a gentle hand finds your jaw, pulling you up to meet him in a kiss. it’s sultry and warm and once again has you squeezing your thighs together for relief.

“cute,” hanbin coos, his left hand reaching to cup your heat. you can’t help but grind against his fingers as hanbin fawns over you. you know it’s a trap. but you just can’t help yourself.

neither can hao, whose hand has already begun stroking his cock again.

“hao hyung started this-- is that right, angel?” hanbin asks, pouting at you as he rubs his thumb across your cheek sweetly. and then the other shoe drops. “hao hyung is the one who got my angel this wet?”

you shake your head frantically. “no! no, binnie--.”

he tilts his head to the side-- a suggestion (or threat) that you better start using his preferred title effective immediately.

“i’m sorry, sir, i just--.”

“i was five fucking feet away from you-- you think you can lie to me?” hanbin’s tone surprisingly isn’t so much angry as it is... disappointed. your eyes meet hao’s and you know he’s thinking the same thing:

this is not good.

“bin-ah,” hao says softly, cautiously reaching out a hand to touch hanbin’s shoulder. “binnie, are you really upset?”

hanbin sighs melodramatically, shrugging off hao’s touch and turning away from the bed. “you both want each other so bad. it doesn’t really seem like you need me anymore.”

“what!?” you exclaim, scrambling to sit up and wrap your arms around his neck from behind. “of course we need you, hanbinnie! we love you. and i love you way more than hao loves you.”

“you’re such a little...” hao starts, grabbing your nipple between his fingers and pinching hard. you squeal and he sticks his tongue out at you as he takes hanbin’s hand in his own. “we’re trying to reassure hanbinnie and you still find a way to make it all about you? so typical. and for your information, he likes me more than you.”

“he does not! he said--... he said...” your words trail off as you suddenly feel hanbin pressing kisses up your arm where it hangs across his chest. “hanbinnie, we’re sorry. we need you. clearly we need you. we’d kill each other without you.”

“so sorry, binnie,” hao mumbles into hanbin’s shoulder. “we just can’t help ourselves sometimes.”

“we--... we need to be punished again, binnie,” you say, kissing his neck sweetly.

“please, binnie?” hao echoes hopefully. “we’ll be good this time!”

the sound of hanbin chuckling is not what either of you are expecting to hear, but when he turns around with a glint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes, an exhilarating chill runs down your spine. all of this-- from the moment hanbin had left you alone with hao this afternoon while he went to get groceries up to now-- had been one giant trap.

you and hao were really in for it now.

“you’re both a little too soft for your own good, don’t you think?” hanbin muses with a smirk. “we all know you desperately need me.”

you look down at your lap in shame and you know that hao is doing the same.

“but i need you too,” he adds, a hand running up one of yours and hao’s thighs. “my two favorite puppies. so perfect. just need some more training is all.”

“yes, sir,” you and hao respond together happily.

just as hanbin’s left hand wraps around the base of hao’s cock and the fingers of his right hand find your entrance, his phone starts to ring in his back pocket. “fuck,” he curses, removing his fingers from you and reaching for his phone. you start to whine, but a sharp look keeps you quiet.

“i have to take this,” hanbin sighs, walking towards the door. “when i come back, i better find you both on your stomachs for me. understand?”

“yes, sir,” the two of you respond from the bed again.

as the door shuts behind hanbin, you look at hao. his eyes are narrowed in anger and the head of his cock is leaking pathetically. you stare at each other for a long moment before hao quickly gives up and begins climbing back between your legs.

hanbin knows exactly what he’s going to walk back into. and though he knows he’s going to have to make you both pay for it...

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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annefolklore · 2 years ago

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Ethan Landry Headcanons

Warnings: NSFW at some point, some spoilers of Scream VI

Best boyfriend everrrr

He’s always sweet and gentle with you

Don’t ask me why, but I feel like he loves cinnamon

If we wasn’t GF, he would 100% stay with you at all times to protect you

He’s so whipped for you, Chad always makes fun of him for it.

For y’all first date, you went at the aquarium and then ate at a restaurant. He was so shy the whole time and when you took his hand in yours he felt like he was in a dream!

He writes romantic poem for you, argue with the wall 🔫

As GF he begged his family to spare you and when they asked why. He confessed his feelings about you. They mocked him 😕

I feel like he would be the first to say “I love you” first, but his lack of confidence pulled him back from saying it so when you told him that, his doe eyes were full of happy tears and he said “Oh baby I love you more”

You have to help him build his confidence

He would try to self-sabotage the relationship, but you would be immediately shut him up with “Ethan, don’t even try to sabotage our relationship. You know I love you and you’re more than enough for me”

When you’re over at his apartment, Chad is always teasing y’all by saying “If y’all are gonna fuck, please tell me now so I can leave”

“Wow Ethan, you’re finally getting some”- Chad when Ethan leaves to go at your place

He have read some smut to know what to do and know what you might like. He’s a blushing mess when he read them!

During y’all first time together, it was so cute and he was a bit clumsy but so cuteee. He was trying so hard to pleasure you, you had to tell him to relax.

He eventually got the hand of it

He’s a munch, I just know it 🤷🏾‍♀️. Face sitting, 69, lifting you in the air, from the back, against a wall, at the edge of the bed/counter? He does them all and laughs a bit when you try to run away from him or push his head away. You literally have to beg him and cry for him to let you go. He just loves eating your pussy. His goal every time is for you to squirt inside his mouth. Your taste and scent is just so addicting for him!

Mommy kink 🙂

“Please Mommy, I promise I’ll be good for you”

He’s into edging

At first he doesn’t really masturbate, but after he got introduced to it he’s always asking for you to help him.

He edges himself when he masturbate or ask you to edge him

He whine, whimper and cry during sex 🧍🏾‍♀️

“Oh please Mommy please!”- Ethan as you ride his dick to get yourself off and forbid him to cum before you do.

Favorite position is cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and missionary

When he does come before you, you sit all your weight on his face and he tries his best to lick at your folds but it’s a bit difficult since you’re suffocating him. He still loves when you sit on his face tho

He’s a switch but prefers being a sub

“Please”- He begs with big doe puppy eyes and points at his hard member and whine when you take him in your mouth

He’s a boob and thigh guy

“Thank you Mommy. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He whine when he cums in between your thigh, his tip rubbing against your clit and sperm splurting on your stomach

#scream #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan Landry Headcanons #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry imagines

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getmeoutofhell · 6 days ago

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Archie/ HTC x reader headcanons

disclaimer: the nsfw content is for afab readers!!

sfw

he’s such a sweetheart!!! if we’re talking about before the accident however. he always greets you with flowers and notes every time he sees you. very golden retriever coded. but over time, he does become a little bit possessive of you. i mean out of all people, you like him? you’re the most prettiest person he’s ever seen. 💕

once the fire happens you thought he was gone forever. devastated, you lay in bed for days on end. but one day, you hear a noise in your home. “hello?” silence takes over for a short time. “hiya toots.” now way. could it be, your lover?? but…he’s different.

“what’s wrong? aren’t you glad to see me. i’m glad to see you.” you felt so in denial that eventually you feel into it. “oh archie i missed you!” you gave him a big hug, feeling his hot burnt skin against your flesh.

during his raid of getting his revenge, you desperately ask him to let you help out. he’s so full of anger, but you help him wash it away in your presence. kiss him anywhere and he’ll melt. kisses you on your forehead and stuff like that. the down side of this tho, is how insecure he can be. ever since he got burnt, he hides his face behind a mask, never showing you his true self.

in a fight however, you eventually see his face, he tries to hide it buts it to late, you already saw his marks and scars. “don’t look at me. i’m hideous.” “no you aren’t. i love you the way you are, archie.” he couldn’t believe his ears. over a short period of time, he starts being more comfortable showing you his now dismembered face.

his cuddles are amazing and out of this world!! he takes your body and holds you close. although his kisses are hard due to his lips, you still appreciate and return the favor. if his skin was normal, he would be blushing like crazy.

nsfw

if you think the word “horny” in his name don’t mean nothing, you’re wrong. he’s horny 24/7 if not more. 😟 i know right, pretty crazy. he was definitely a virgin before meeting you my dear, but soon he was ready for you to take his card from him. he’s really really sensitive, especially now after what happened.

he loves being dominated in bed. just fucking kidding he’s gonna usually be a top. he’s very rough with you once he gets comfortable. slapping your ass, pulling your hair (if you have any), calling you degrading names etc. licking your ears and face…just anything freaky he’s all for it.

his cock it’s self is average size, but it definitely does what it needs to do. trust me. he can be a brat at times, manly in the bedroom. “i wanna eat your pretty pussy.” do you deny? absolutely not. you love the feeling as his tongue slides between your folds, teasing at your hole.

he likes toys. vibratiors, dildos, butt plugs, clamps, you know the whole deal. his high sex drive definitely shows when y’all have sex. he definitely praises and degrades you. “i’m gonna get you pregnant, fill you up with my babies.”/“stupid slut. take all that i give you.”

whenever you do take control, he acts so pathetic. ride his face, slap him, anything you want he will obey you. just don’t forget to make love to his face to show him you still love him. he worships your body and loves every inch of you. hickeys will be everywhere on your body. no one will take you from him.

he does it anytime and anywhere. his horny ass won’t let you catch a break.

#slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #headcanons #horror headcanons #hornytheclown #archie x reader #drive thru

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judasgot-it · 2 years ago

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Ello again o/. So I eventually experience this… may i req Dazai has feelings for the reader but no intention to confess to her instead teasing/and helping Kunikida having feelings for the reader which ended up with Kunikida actually confessing. What would Dazai react tho–

AAAAAAAAAA this is horrible, caim I'm so sorry if you were put into that position cause that sounds like purgatory.

I'm gonna write from Dazai's POV cause he's a lil stalker who would watch as his heart gets broken and shattered into pieces because of this (I don't hate Dazai IDK why I treat him like this lol?)

Scenario: Dazai teases Kunikida about his feelings, without ever confessing his own before it's too late

(Side note, you used she in your request so I'm using that throughout this, I hope you don't mind !!)

"C'mon Kunikida, you keep saying you have your 'ideal wife' and 'ideal life' all planned out - but you like her, don't you?"

Dazai was smirking, folding one of his documents into a butterfly. His folding was rather sloppy, but it got the shape just right anyway - better than reading the drawl that was written throughout the document. He could just do it later anyway - there was always tomorrow in his mind.

Kunikida took it from his hands, carefully unfolding it. He used his pen and flat desk to carefully take out the creases, line by line.

"Don't put off your work. This needs to be done sooner, rather than later."

"Like how you won't tell Y/n that you like her?"

Kunikida looked up at him from underneath his bangs, glaring at him as hard as could. If looks could kill, Kunikida would have murdered Dazai one thousand times over.

Dazai returned it with a smile, placing his chin over his folding hands. Kunikida looked down, staring intensly at his work. His hands worked as if they were writing the Bible itself, clutching the pen and going over each now non-existent line.

"You like her so much it makes me wanna cry Kuni, it's like watching a little puppy follow its master around."

"Please refrain from referring to me as a dog. Also, she's not my master."

"Oh. I bet you're a bottom. No way you actually would do missionary, trust me I know you're a virgin but take it from an expert-"

Dazai felt the desk shake as Kunikida slammed his hands down on it.

"I do not need your advice! We shouldn't be talking about my crush, we should be doing our jobs."

There was a short pause as Dazai placed his hands over his mouth.

"So you admit you have a crush on her?"

"Dazai-"

"Kunikida."

Dazai was grinning, watching Kunikida's face turn red at his implications. He loved how the blonde couldn't hide his thoughts, especially not from him. It entertained him.

The argument was cut short by a voice.

"Dazai, do you have the paperwork from that last case? The coroner's office wants us to drop it off by today since the case is sensitive."

The two looked up to see you, walking into the office. Your hair was a mess from the humidity of the port, your face flushed from walking up the stairs. Kunikida tried not to stare, since he knew Dazai would make a comment.

"Sorry my sweet Y/n, it seems to have passed my mind. Kunikida did it for me though, maybe you guys can take a walk together and drop it off, hm?"

Kunikida did everything in his power to not tear Dazai limb from limb. Dazai couldn't keep the grin off of his face, watching as Kunikida tried to stay calm fruitlessly.

"That won't be necessary. I don't want to bother her while she's doing her work."

"What? Today is kind of slow. You can take a break, and we can go and drop this off and get a coffee. You need to relax more Kuni, you deserve it."

He blushed as you boldly took his shoulders in your hands, not letting him escape. You were looking down at him, your eyes watching his golden ones with an intensity that made him want to look away and hide.

Dazai found this rather delightful, although a part of it disgusted him. He enjoyed watching Kunikida curl up inside, but he saw the way your fingers curled up underneath his jacket lapels, fingering around the edges.

Your hands should have been on him.

"Yea Kuni, why don't you take one? You barely had a lunch."

"You know my name Dazai."

"But Kuni suits you! I think it's cute."

"See! Y/n agrees with me."

Kunikida held his head in resignation. You smiled, like a cat that caught the canary. Your hands were still on his coat, trying to keep the man close to you.

Dazai smiled back, a rather false grin. He won but he wasn't sure what it really was.

"Let's go. They want it as soon as possible, right?"

Kunikida was quick to pack his things, carefully placing the paperwork together in a folder, all bounded with a large paperclip. You wouldn't even be able to tell that it was once origami due to his careful and dedicated work.

You were quick to follow, waving goodbye to Dazai with a smile splitting your face a part cheek to cheek. There was a feeling that crept into his body as he watched the two of you leave - amusement, fondness, and a little bit of disgust.

Although he found that last bit of emotion, that disgust, was more towards himself than anyone else.

"Here Y/n."

"Aren't you supposed to be doing these?"

In Dazai's hand, was a small origami crane. It was near perfect, except for the fact that you can see the creases from the amount of times the paper was crumbled into a ball and folded over.

"Are you really going to reject it? I made it just for you."

"When I'm in the middle of work? Yes Dazai, I will. I don't wanna force poor Atsuhi or Kyouka to pick up our slack."

You went down back to your laptop, your fingertips tapping away at the keys softly. Dazai leaned into your space, his nose breathing in your shampoo.

"Really? It's not too bad, you can handle to slack off a bit Y/n. Cmon, have some fun with me for a bit."

"I'd rather not. I have to finish this anyway, since I dont wanna be late for my date tonight."

Dazai backed away a bit, giving you room to breathe. He blinked, a little in shock.

"You have a date tonight?"

"I said that. Yes."

The brunette shook his head, his fluffy hair shaking around his face. It wasn't real.

"With Kunikida? Seriously?"

"Um...is it that obvious?"

You turned your body to face Dazai, looking dead straight at him. The man was near completely frozen in shock. He didn't want to believe that this happened.

He knew Kunikida liked you, but enough to break his 10 year plan? To break his ideals of a perfect-life and perfect-wife? Would he even sleep with you before marriage?

Was this somehow his fault?

"Don't look so disappointed about it."

You were still staring at Dazai, now with a questioning gaze. He had to keep his face neutral to hide what was brewing underneath, a strange sort of sickness that was crawling underneath his skin.

"No. I'm happy for you two. I hope it works out."

He felt nothing but resentment brewing underneath his skin, especially as he saw you smile at his words. He tried his best to swallow that feeling down.

He liked Kunikida. He liked you.

But right now that disgust was crawling, making him want to vomit out nothing but anger.

HAAAAAAA this is super short and idk I keep writing a very angst and mean dazai, I don't mean too ?????

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #kunikida x reader #kunikida x you #bsd #the banner is staying yall.

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walkeetalkee · 2 months ago

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"One to be a murderer who will unleash death."

this is lore lmao imagine yourself in it if you wish tho

WARNINGS: character death, canon typical violence, cursing (a lot cuz i have the mind of a 12 year old boy), etc.

“Before we go on I think there's something you should know,” There is a sudden tension in the air as the words linger, and almost immediately she regrets saying anything at all.

“I shot Mariana.”

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The sun beamed down on her exposed flesh, sweltering her under its intense heat. It's an unbearable feeling, her clothes sticking to her body, the dryness of her mouth–she’d be lucky to hit a squirrel at this rate. She clung to the tiny bit of shade cast by the trees, leaning into the coolness of the shadows until her breath was knocked out of her by a harsh kick to the side.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She groaned, clutching her ribs.

She should’ve known he was going to happen eventually, but the heat wasn't easy on her mind at all. She could feel a harsh headache creeping up on her. She’d asked Lingard countless times for medicine for the chronic headaches she was experiencing, but he shut her down even time. Junkie was probably keeping them for himself.

“Get the fuck up,” Badger barked, “They’re here.”

Rising up, she rolled her eyes, chambering a bullet into her rifle. “Who? The imaginary thieves–”

“They aren’t imaginary.”

She pushed past him, propping her rifle up on a conveniently placed rock and lied flat on the prickly grass right outside the junkyard. It took a moment to get to situated by eventually she found the right position that concealed her and also gave her adequate visibility.

“Right,” She huffed. “Even if somebody did rob us, I seriously doubt they’d be dumb enough to walk right back in through the front door.”

“You’d be surprised. Now, shut up and wait for my signal.”

Surprisingly, there were people in the junkyard. She hadn’t been there the day that they were ‘robbed’ but the harder she looked at these people the less they looked like thieves. Badger laid flat right beside her, binoculars sat on his face.

The air was thick and she found it hard to steady her breathing–sure, she had shot people before but as she watched these people through her scope they seemed.. Innocent (as innocent as one could be in the apocalypse).

Her mind just couldn't think of a legitimate reason for shooting these people. There were two men, one woman, one boy and two girls. The girls looked about her age and as she adjusted her scope their faces became clearer. Wait.. is that–

“These motherfuckers are gonna pay. Ten-fucking-fold.” The unexpected sound of Badger's voice made her flinch–hard–causing her to lose aim for a moment.

“What,” He mocked, “Nervous?”

Her eyes were indeed not deceiving her, standing there in the middle of the junkyard was none other than Clementine herself. If she thought it would be hard to aim before, she would definitely be in for it now. Subconsciously her hands began to shake for reasons she couldn’t figure out–maybe it was pure excitement she was feeling or sadness. She was bordering on a mix of the two.

“Trust me, this is–”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” She hissed, wishing so bad to whip around on press the barrel against Badger head and pull the trigger. Badger's grip audibly tightened on binoculars before he forced himself to calm down (for the first time since she'd know him). He grumbled something to himself and peered back at the junkyard. The family was beginning to walk toward the entrance,

“Alright, get ready.”

There was a strange giddiness in Badger’s voice, one akin to when you stumble across non-expired food or when you manage to find usable bullets. This was nothing like any of that, though, and upon the realization she growled under her breath. Immediate tension rose in the air as one of the girls–who she didn’t recognize–stopped dead at the front of the junkyard and bent over to pick something up. She arose with a pink walkman in hand,

“Shoot,” She whipped her head towards Badger and found a sinister smile painted on his face.

“What–”

“Shoot the goddamn gun.” He snapped, making her flinch at his tone. She wanted to protest further but quickly shut her mouth–she wasn't particularly inclined to be at the brunt of David or Badger's wrath. With no other choice but to comply, she held her breath, lined the girl's small head in her sights and squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

The thunderous sound of the rifle firing ripped through the air and when she looked up from her scope the girl's limp body had fallen to the ground, brain matter oozing from the ping pong ball sized bullet hole in her skull. In that moment she felt.. Nothing. It was like she’d shot a deer or a walker, even the mortified faces of her family as the situation unfolded in front of them meant nothing.

It was like she wasn’t even there.

“Woo! Beautiful shot,” Badger punched her shoulder before signaling for everyone to fire, “Now rain hell on those sons of bitches!”

Gunfire and yelling rang out from behind her as everyone unloaded their weapons on the family, yet she stayed as she was when she shot the girl. She was almost certain someone else was shot too but she didn’t get the chance to make out anything else before Badger pulled her to her feet.

“You did good, kid. C’mon let's go, they’ll handle this.”

According to her memory there was nothing after that.

#♁. kays lore #twdg s3 #twdg #twd game #twdg mariana #rip girl ily i swear #twdg clementine #twdg badger #new frontier #twdg new frontier #telltale the walking dead #twdg javier #telltale twd #fem centric #lore #oc lore #fem oc

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9haharharley1 · 4 months ago

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QUESTION TIME ♡

How do you think Pitch and Jack are with grooming themselves/caring for their appearance? (canon or modern/human AU, your pick!)

Bonus: how would each of them deal with having long hair?

I think Pitch cares very much for what he looks like, au or canon! In a human AU, he makes sure his clothes are ironed and shirts hung up accordingly, pants pressed properly and put away (definitely still military background). He likes to be clean-shaven, makes sure his hair is slicked back professionally, and is quick to get it cut and trimmed when it starts to grow past a certain point. He wears a subtle cologne and generally holds himself to a high standard. Jack delights in messing his hair up whenever he can and kissing him hard enough that there's a slight swell to his lips when they part, and Pitch has to go back to what he was doing.

As for Jack, as long as his clothes are clean and he can't smell himself, he'll generally count that as a win, especially if he's in a rush. He'll make sure to shower the first chance he gets, but he's not gonna risk being late or upsetting someone if he can help it; just put on some deodorant, and he's good until he can grab that shower. His hair is usually a mess because he doesn't take the time to brush it either, usually juat settling for combing it with his fingers on his way to his destination, even tho he does own a brush. His clothes will be all wrinkled from sitting in the laundry basket cuz he has better things to do than fold them, but he does get better at all this when he starts living with Pitch. He does want to impress him after all, and eventually starts growing into better habits because of this.

Bonus:

Pitch would hate having long hair, I think. I think it'd drive him crazy to feel all the little hairs starting to grow in and tickle places they weren't there before. He'd chop it off first chance he got if he even notices it get past a certain point.

Jack, though, wouldn't pay too much attention to his hair. He's too busy doing his own thing and probably wouldn't give it a second thought until someone points it out how long it's getting, and that's when he'd take notice. He'd find a mirror, give a quiet "huh," and then proceed to find a brush, because dear god his head is a nest! He should probably get it cut soon, and then move on. So he starts brushing it and pulling it back in a short ponytail, never really paying attention to how long it's getting until his shower time is going up and he's spending more on shampoo, and man, he should really put some conditioner on this, huh? Then he'll tell himself he'll get it cut, throw it up in a messy bun, and forget to make an appointment the next day. By the time he notices again, brushing it all has become a chore, but by then Pitch has already offered to help, and he takes the brush easily and combs Jack's hair. He's used to this from brushing Emily's wild mane over the years, and it brings back fond memories, but also new ones cuz Jack's hair is so soft when it's long like this, and Jack's head is rolling on his shoulders, and oh no he's moaning now, this is so relaxing and it feels so good. So Pitch of course can't fucking help himself and wraps all that long soft hair aroun d his hand and give it a good, firm tug, and Jack moans so loud it's embarrassing for both of them and oh no I'm gonna write this fic aren't i

Dammit Gilly!

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ur-boyfiend · 1 year ago

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secret admirer

[???] x gn!reader (implied non-fem reader tho, 'straight' used for reader not being attracted to guys)

this was supposed to be a valentine's fic i'm so sorry lmao,,, also there's no name at the top bc it's supposed to be a surprise (secret admirer, yanno?)

it's been for fucking ever since i was at a school that actually had like,,, class periods so apologies if things don't make much sense hndfjkhskjdfs. this is like. minimally proofread. the proofreading was when i typed it up from what i had in my notebook lol.

wc; 1.4k

opening your locker, you're met by a folded piece of notebook paper fluttering to the ground, landing at your feet. you pick it up just as your best friend makes it to his locker, a few down from yours. immediately he zeroes in on the note in your hand.

"another one?"

rolling your eyes slightly you nod, "good morning to you too, jeongin."

ignoring your tone, he gives a terrifyingly cheery "good morning!" in response

"ugh, it's too early for that kind of energy, go away you freak."

"yeah yeah, what's the note say?"

you shrug, "dunno, i haven't read it yet."

he gasps dramatically, "well read it then!"

before you have a chance to tell him to piss off, the warning bell rings. the entire hall stops, then turns into a frenzy of students trying to get to their first hour before they were counted as late. you share a wide-eyed look with jeongin before you each make a mad dash to your classes.

there's not much happening in your homeroom, so you take the opportunity to read the note. it's different from the others, it says that the author will be sitting at one of the outside tables for lunch if you want to meet them. you're immediately glad you didn't read it while jeongin was around.

you send him a quick text saying that you're gonna be sitting somewhere else at lunch so you could meet the person who's been leaving you notes. he immediately responds with "WHAT", but the bell rings before he can freak out further. luckily you don't have any morning classes with jeongin so he can't bother you in person either.

morning classes somehow take both forever and no time at all, and as soon as the lunch bell rings you're on your way to the cafeteria as quickly as possible without getting yelled at by a hall monitor. one of them, a senior named chan, does give you a warning look as you rush by, but it's clear he's trying not to smile at the same time.

the two of you aren't quite friends, mostly because you're in different years, but you've had electives together before, and get along well. realizing you have a music elective with him for your last hour, you make a mental note to explain things to him.

you make it to the cafeteria without running into jeongin, which, all things considered, was a minor miracle. hurrying across the room, you reach the doors to the small courtyard that the school allowed students to eat lunch in.

the weather isn't great, so it's mostly deserted, but there are still a few students scattered around. your eyes land on the table you'd been directed to in the note, but it's empty. for a moment you wonder if you'd been set up, if this had been some cruel joke, but you take a seat at the table anyway.

while you wait, you grab your notebook and start on music homework that you really should've finished last week. chan had texted you about it a couple times, but eventually gave up and sent a game of cup pong instead.

you're so focused on your work that you don't immediately notice when someone sits down across from you. the thing that gets your attention is their hand waving at the edge of your vision.

looking up, you blink a couple times before smiling at the person now fidgeting nervously, "hi jisung."

he looks startled and you tilt your head, slightly confused.

"you know my name?"

grinning, you nod, "yeah! chan talks about you a lot, i've been bugging him to introduce us sometime."

he groans, "oh god, what'd he say?"

you laugh at his immediate distrust of his best friend, knowing full well you'd be the same with jeongin.

"mostly good things, he complains sometimes but he just sounds like a dad, not like he's actually upset about anything."

jisung puffs his cheeks out slightly before sighing, the sight making you laugh again.

"you look like a chipunk!"

he puffs his cheeks out again and you laugh even harder, jisung laughing as well after a few seconds.

"so," you start once you can breathe again, "you're the one responsible for the notes in my locker?"

he nods, sheepishly scratching at the back of his neck, "yeah, i was worried about how you'd react if i told you since we don't really know each other and i wasn't sure if you were into guys anyway-"

holding up a finger to cut him off, you try not to laugh again.

"i'm friends with jeongin and hyunjin, and i hang out with chan and felix, and you thought i was straight?"

he pauses, "okay maybe i was being overly dramatic but still!"

you roll your eyes slightly, still smiling.

"anyway, chan said you'd been losing your mind about the notes and eventually he and changbin bullied me into telling you."

you're not surprised that chan and changbin had been responsible for convincing jisung, chan had mentioned his anxiety before.

after a slight pause you hold out your hand, "here gimme your phone."

he furrows his brows slightly before handing you the device. you snort and hand it back, "unlocked, romeo."

blushing slightly, he unlocks it and you add your number to his contacts, leaving the name blank, just shrugging when he gives you a confused look.

a moment later you get a text with a screenshot of your contact name, "juliet" glaring at you from the screen. you flip him off and he laughs as you add him to your contacts as "romeo".

he makes a face when you show him, "does this mean we're both gonna die?"

standing up, you lean across the table and smack him lightly on the back of his head, "do not jinx this, do not tempt the fates, do not speak that into existence," you punctuate each statement w,ith another smack.

he laughs, covering his head wiith his arms, "okay, okay! i'll stop!"

you're about to ask if he wants to hang out sometime, but the bell cuts you off, announcing the end of lunch and making both of you jump. rushing to shove your work back into your bag, you end up knocking your notebook off the table, all the notes he'd left you scattering across the ground.

cursing, you hurry to collect them before they could be snatched away by the wind. jisung blinks a couple times before quickly crouching down to help you.

when they're all tucked safely back in the pocket of your notebook, and the notebook itself is stowed in your bag, he looks at you again, "you kept them."

it's more a statement than it is a question, but it still makes you blush. you turn slightly to the side, "'course. why wouldn't i?" it's a mostly rhetorical question you both know the answer to.

the warning bell rings and you both jump again, rushing back into the building and almost sprinting to your classes. you get another warning look from chan, but you can tell it's not that serious this time either.

the next two hours pass in a blur, jeongin almost getting himself sent to the office twice for bothering you instead of paying attention. by seventh hour, you're about ready to duct tape his mouth shut. thankfully it's another class you don't share, and his only way to bug you is by text, which you quickly mute.

collapsing into the seat across from chan, you feel yourself deflate slightly. chan snorts, "rough day?"

groaning, you open your eyes again, "it was great, except for the fact that jeongin."

"oooh, something good happen?"

you give him a look and he breaks down into a fit of giggles, confirming your suspicions that he knew damn well what'd happened at lunch.

"oh can it, i've heard enough of that from jeongin."

chan stops laughing after a couple minutes, switching his attention back to the class. it's a fairly laid-back one, so you usually do more talking than working. you both work on music in your free time anyway.

hyunjin drops into the seat next to you, five minutes late and looking half-dead. you stare at him for a couple seconds, "how's dance team been treating you?"

he groans loudly in response, dropping his head onto the table with an audible thud.

"hey hey be careful, you don't have enough extra braincells to be treating them like that," chan is grinning as he says it, his grin widening when hyunjin flips him off.

the day ends before you really want it to, having been in the middle of a debate about barbie movies with chan and hyunjin. as you're heading out of the building, bickering with jeongin over whose house you're gonna crash, your phone buzzes with a text.

romeo see you tomorrow :)

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