#i might go back and clean it up a bit👀

[edenfire]

marcille: WOAH😳😳💘

I like big monster lady, what can I say

the colors and added sparkles for this piece were inspired by hellajimmies on twt🌟✨️

[5sospenguinqueen]

No Boys Club | Dad! Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando Norris has a very public freak out when his daughter comes home with flowers from a boy.

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, overprotective dad behaviour 

Requested: yes by anon. i made them about 5 instead of 3 because the pictures i found are a bit older

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landonorris someone tell this little lady to stop growing up

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carlossainz55 wait, what happened to the little baby you used to swing around the paddock? who allowed this to happen?

→ landonorris don’t get me started. i keep telling y/n to figure out how to make it stop 

georgerussell63 still have no idea how you ended up with such a cute, calm kid

→ its_yn that was all me

→ landonorris hey, i contributed 

→ maxfewtrell for like two seconds liked by its_yn

→ landonorris you take that back! 

user1 i love how every pic of little norris with y/n is really cute and serene but any time we see her with just lando, it’s chaos 

→ user2 she matches each parent’s energy perfectly 

maxverstappen1 i might need you to teach me how to do hair bows 

→ landonorris bring P over, we’ll have a hair afternoon

→ user3 i love girl dad lando so much 

→ its_yn me too 

oscarpiastri were the hair bows y/n’s choice?

→ its_yn nope. lando made a whole drawer just for her hair bows, and he picks them out the night before so i have to plan her outfits around them 

→ mclaren guess who’s telling the design team to start making hair bows asap 

its_yn posted a new story

alex_albon replied you didn’t put a bow in her hair today? → lando is going to freak → its_yn he’s too busy freaking out about his little girl getting flowers off a boy  → alex_albon i know 😂 he was in the middle of the paddock having a fit  → i’m sure you’ll see gifs of it later on twitter 

alexandrasaintmleux replied of course they were orange flowers  → its_yn setting me up for a lifetime of orange → alexandrasaintmleux at least little norris’ new boyfriend has taste  → its_yn reacted with “😂”

charles_leclerc replied has lando seen this yet? → never mind. i’ve just heard a high-pitched screech come from the mclaren garage  → i’d like to thank you for sabotaging lando in this way, so ferrari can get ahead in the constructors  → its_yn forza ferrari sempre → just don’t publicly thank me 

landonorris posted a new story

carlossainz55 replied why are you threatening children  → landonorris because they’re trying to take my baby away from me → carlossainz55 how you managed to get a woman pregnant, i will never know 

maxverstappen1 replied do you want me to help you beat up a child?  → landonorris thank you. you’re the only one understanding my crash out  → maxverstappen1 i don’t think that’s the defence you think it is 

its_yn replied baby, you can not attack a child → landonorris why not → its_yn well, for one, you’re on the other side of the world → landonorris hence why i’m learning how to teleport!  → i thought we understood each other → its_yn i thought i understood how insane you are → but every day you show me new levels of crazy 

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its_yn when dad’s away 

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landonorris wtaf, babe

landonorris when i told you to take care of my girls, that meant keeping the both of you away from the male species 

landonorris can’t believe this is what you do when i go away for a race 

landonorris this is why i didn’t want to go 

landonorris gonna throw myself in front of max’s car

→ maxverstappen1 i’m not cleaning you off my visor  

user4 i can’t tell if it’s the style but yn’s top seems to stick out a bit 👀

→ user5 ugh. don't be one of those people

mclaren we’ve seen enough. little norris can have lando’s seat next year 

→ its_yn so i can listen to him whine about that? no thanks 

charles_leclerc i hear the italian anthem calling me

→ its_yn shhhh. we had a deal 

landonorris i’m actually going to end it all

→ its_yn i gave you a baby. what more do you want 

→ landonorris for my baby to never look at another man

→ its_yn i’m leaving you 

→ landonorris i’d like to see you try. you won’t run very far 

maxfewtrell it’s nice to see she didn’t inherit her father’s talent. she smoked me

→ landonorris is my suffering a joke to you? have i not been punished enough?

→ maxfewtrell yes

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[crimsoncandy04]

What would happen if you came back from the abyss visibly pregnant 👀 How would scaramouche react?

I'm currently laying in bed with an irritated stomach muscle and I'm both hurting and horny so I'm finally gonna respond to this one cause I got a vision.

You don't know how it happened or why. All you know is that at some point you're literally pulled from the abyss by Wanderer who finds you laying somewhere in the void like dimension with barely any clothes on and a bloated belly. You lost track of time itself and didn't really know or care what happened to Scaramouche and Kabukimono. Frankly you were just glad to get a break as you felt Wanderer pick you up and carry you back to the regular world.

You had almost forgotten that he used to explore that place for the fatui before becoming a harbinger officially.

Of course he'd know how to track you down and get you back eventually.

You were brought home soon after that. After bringing in a local healer and confirming that you both had no permanent organ damage and that you were with child, Wanderer left you alone for a bit to clean up and get something to eat. You even napped for a bit before waking up and deciding to go find your boyfriend after not having spoken to him for so long. You felt like you two should discuss what happened.

Yeah it was technically still his baby in you, but he might feel some type of way about it being a clone right?

Wrong actually.

Before you could really understand what was happening, you were suddenly grabbed from behind. Wanderer spun you around and kissed you deeply. Making you gasp as he backed you against the wall behind you and began trying to unbutton your pajama top.

"Wait Wanderer...what about -"

"Did you really think it was over Y/N?"

You felt a strange falling feeling in your gut. It wasn't over?

What did that mean?

Your shirt is quickly pulled off then, exposing your fat pregnant tits to the cool air. You felt your nipples harden even before Wanderer pinched one and gave your cheek a small kiss. His other hand going for your shorts next.

"what are you talking about? You aren't-"

"You really think I'd be mad about something I did? I know everything because I was there. I saw it all...felt it"

He tugs down your shorts then followed by your panties. You whimper a little as you feel Wanderer slowly push two of his fingers into your cunt. Moving slowly and gently teasing your insides as he whispers into your ear.

"I knew from the beginning what was happening to you there. I actually planned it to some extent. You see if I hadn't, you'd be dead." You feel his cold breath against your neck. Making you shiver as you feel your lower body tighten around his fingers.

"I don't..."

"don't think about it anymore. I have you now. So it doesn't matter. Now just ride my fingers. I'm gonna continue what I started. I'm in a good mood though so this time I'll play nicely too ~"

You feel your orgasm wash over you quickly then. His fingers rubbing against your swollen g spot just enough to make your legs shake as you held onto the wall and tried to keep your balance.

So he purposely got you pregnant...

He was never able to do that before. Did being in the abyss change something?

You weren't sure.

After Wanderer made you come he grabs your thighs and hoists you up completely. Making you straddle him with your legs as he expertly freed his hardened cock from his shorts and then pushed up into your creamy pussy. You grab onto him and begin to moan softly as he starts to thrust.

"You're more sensitive than before Y/N. Is it because I knocked you up? " He mused as you cling to him. Not really having the strength to respond as you cried out each time his cock kissed your cervix. It felt so good. You didn't understand why this was all happening but as long as Wanderer kept you like this, it didn't really matter did it?

Not at all.

[literallypyro]

Just finished cooking, the kitchen is a mess...

How would the mercs react to reader cooking them their favourite dish, but destroying the kitchen in the process.

Reader, presenting Heavy with a sandwich: ☺️

Heavy, lookin at the mess around them: ...how?

And would they help with the clean up or leave reader to deal with the mess they created (im looking at you Spy 👀) .

I know you take more time to write headcanons for all the mercs so take your time and have fun, no rush❤️‍🔥. Take care!

Yes, this sounds so funny!

I hope you enjoy!

Disaster area

Scout:

-I honestly think he wouldn't mind the mess much as long as you understand you have to clean it up

-We know his mother raised him to be at least somewhat respectful, so he'd probably help you once he gets done eating

-Forehesd kiss because he understands little rewards help reinforce good habits. He may not be book smart, but there's random little things like that which he understands

Soldier:

-He may be the perfect stereotype of someone who would mindlessly leave messes everywhere, but let's be so real. He wanted to join the military, bro knows how to keep a clean space. Very house husband material

-Probably helps you clean before he eats, but will drop compliments throughout the meal

-Probably washes his dishes himself so he can make sure everything is in perfect condition

Pyro:

-Happy cheering when presented with their favorite dish

-They would most likely take the meal to their room or something cuz people seeing them with their mask off is a big no

-There's like a 50/50 chance they'll help you clean. They might get distracted by something, so don't take it personally if you're left alone to clean the kitchen

Demoman:

-🧍

-Thanks you for the food, but is absolutely flabbergasted that you were able to make that big of a mess

-Definitely helps you clean up, partially because he can't stand the kitchen being in that much disarray. He doesn't need it to be spotless, but this is rediculous

-Probably teaches you how to keep clean while cooking

Heavy:

-He's standing there thinking "what the hell happened here"

-Very happy to chow down on a sandvich but cannot understand how something that doesn't require cooking can result in such a mess

-Your next few times in the kitchen are supervised, I'm sorry

Engineer:

-The mess doesn't bother him too much. If you're not eating, he'll tell you that he'll help you once he's done if you go ahead and get started

-Probably tells you how much he liked your cooking while he wipes down the counters or something

-Over all, it's not his responsibility, and the level of help depends on how tired he is

Medic:

-The food can wait. That kitchen is getting cleaned this instant. He's as almost acting OCD about it. Will not rest until the kitchen is back the way it was before

-Then he can relax and eat. Enjoys the food, regardless of if it had time to get cold or not

-Quick hug and kiss on the cheek as a thank you. The dirty kitchen is a thing of the past and he has already thought of several ways to prevent such a mess again

Sniper:

-Doesn't show much on the outside, but in his head, he's kicking his feet like a teenage girl calling her crush

-Doesn't help clean much since he can be comfortable in a bit of mess, but this is more than a bit

-Probably says a quick thanks, but his appreciation is shown by a small trinket being left at your door while you're chilling in your room

Spy:

-Don't let him see that mess. Let him eat and you clean like your life depends on it

-If he sees that mess, he'll likely give you a bit of a judgemental look and walk away without another word

-Feels bad later and thanks you for cooking for him. He knows you didn't need to, so why does he get to judge?

[newtthetranswriter]

Okay, so of course this is a giulio gandini request because no one has been writing about him yet, but I NEED him now, so.. 👀

(Sry if these are a bit corny, I'm a sucker for tooth rotting fluff!!)

‼️*SMALL MHA YOUR NEXT SPOILERS*‼️

So maybe a gaming one where the reader kinda teaches him how, baking with him, or you know how thought the movie he is basically telling us that he is alone and Anna saved him?? Well, they save Anna, so they don't talk as much as they used to. Then, one day, he runs into reader and it's like the "I'd thought I'd never love again, until I found her" yk??

(Sry, Ik this is long, i just love him, sm!!😫🥹)

Word Count: 2370

Paring: Giulio Gandini x gn!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Spoilers for My Hero Academia: You’re Next, Slight Spoilers for the My Hero Manga (nothing huge just talk about the clean up efforts), Ooc Giulio (As far as I know this is the first Giulio fic so I don;t know how others write for him and it might be a little off nothing to bad though)

A/n: Hello anon. Thank you so much for the Request. I hope this meets your expectations, as Giulio might be a little ooc, but I am happy with how this turned out. Also I went with gender neutral pronouns, i hope that's okay, it only mentioned like once though. Anyways enjoy, remember requests are open, and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

   Living in the U.A. shelter was not how I expected my spring to go, but alas with the war between Villains and Heroes reaching its turning point there wasn’t any other option. Though unlike most of the refugees staying in U.A., I was brought here after I helped take down Dark Might. I was working alongside my close friend Giulio to locate and kill his boss Miss Anna, who had been kidnapped by the Gullini family, when we ran into the students of Class A. After the battle to take out the crime family, the three of us were offered shelter within U.A. in case friends of the Gullinis tried to come after us. 

   We were each given rooms within the many U.A Dormitories where the students normally stayed. Luckily we had ended up in the same building and we’re able to spend our time together. Even though the state of the world isn’t great, we have been settling nicely into our temporary life. Most days are spent talking and trying to ignore the growing threat of villains, or walking around the shelter and learning about the campus we currently call home.

   It’s usually all of us who go on these walks but every now and then Anna doesn’t join, leaving me and Giulio to explore on our own. At first the days where it was just the two of us reminded me of the time we spent tracking down Anna, but slowly things started to feel different. 

   Slowly our walks went from having long discussions about what we wanted to do once we were able to leave U.A. to Giulio just walking along with me in silence as I rambled on about whatever thought came to mind. At first I thought he might have just been tired and didn’t have much thought to add that day, but slowly he started acting like I was speaking to him even when we were back in the dormitories. Again I wrote it off as him being tired and tried to act like it wasn’t affecting me.

   After a few days of him acting like I wasn’t there, I began to worry that I might have done something to upset him. The fear of having upset him was only cemented when I asked if want to join me for a walk and he just walked away like I hadn’t said anything. I stood frozen, searching through recent memory of anything that I may have done that could possibly have upset Giulio, but nothing seemed to stand out.

   My train of thought was interrupted by Anna waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked quickly before nodding at her to acknowledge that I was paying attention. “What was that about? I’ve never seen Giulio act like that, especially when it comes to you.” She asked, having also noticed our friend’s weird behavior. 

   I shrugged at the blonde before responding. “I have no clue. He’s been acting weird the past few days and I can’t figure out why.” I explained. 

   Anna turned to watch as the red head began making himself some tea, before speaking again. “Maybe he’s just tired? We have been through a lot these past couple weeks and he got his replacement leg the other day so he probably just wants to relax a bit. You know how Giulio can be, since everything happened he has been one for big crowds and stuff like that.” She suggested.

    Her reasoning made sense but I couldn’t stop thinking that it had something to do with me. “You’re probably right, I can’t imagine it’s easy to adjust to a new limb.” I told her, not voicing my internal worries. “I’m just going to head back to my room, now that I think about it. I borrowed some books from the school, so I’ll just read for the day.” I explained moving to head to the elevator.

    “Well, okay, enjoy your books. I’m sure Giulio will be easier to talk to tomorrow.” Anna said waving goodbye as the elevator closed behind me.

Time Skip

    That was over a week ago. Not once has Giulio spoken to me in that time. I had tried multiple times to get him to talk to me, but every time I tried he either walked away or just acted like I hadn’t even spoken. Every time he ignored me, I brushed it off telling myself that he was just tired or he hadn’t heard me. 

    Unfortunately, I was forced to face the truth in the worst way. I had just entered the common room of the dorm building, when I heard hushed voices coming from the kitchen area.

    “I already told you, it’s easier this way.” The first voice was clearly Giulio, and he sounded irritated.

    I silently moved to be standing closer to the kitchen but still out of sight and waited to hear what else was being said. “You can’t just stop talking to them, Giulio. You need to explain yourself at least.” That was Anna, and from how exasperated she sounded, I could tell this wasn’t the first time they have had this conversation.

    The responding sigh was a tell tale sign that Giulio was tired of the conversation. “And tell me Anna how exactly am I supposed to Y/n that I don’t want to be friends anymore?” After hearing that one question I knew it was over, I had lost one of my long time friends and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t wait to hear the blonde's response before running out of the dorm building.

    Knowing now that Giulio was ignoring me because he was done with our friendship hurt worse than any injury I could receive from a villain. I had been the one to save him from the burning rubble of the Scervino house after the Gullinis attacked and I helped him recover quickly so he could find Anna. We had been through so much together, but I guess all good things come to an end. I just wish he could have told me before he stole my heart.

   After leaving the dorms I made my way to the staff offices within the U.A. school building. Once I was there I requested to be moved to a different refugee shelter as soon as possible. If Giulio didn’t want to be around me anymore, then he wouldn’t have to. It didn’t take long to get approval and shortly after I returned to the dorm to pack what little belongings I had, a couple Proheroes arrived to help me get to the new shelter safely. When the gates of U.A. closed behind me, I sighed knowing that even if this hurt me it would remove stress from the two people who meant everything to me.

Time Skip to after the Final war arc

    It’s been a few months since I last saw Giulio or Anna. The war with the villains had ended and many parts of Japan were quickly being rebuilt with the help of the Proheroes. While many of the refugees from the various shelters returned to what was left of their old lives and began rebuilding, I decided to start over. I had left my old life the day I left Giulio and Anna at U.A. so I saw no point in leaving Japan. 

   It was difficult to find work but I eventually found a job at a small convenience store that had narrowly survived the country wide battle. It wasn’t much but the owner also allowed me to rent out the small apartment that was over the shop for a discounted rate. Slowly but surely I was making a place for myself. Eventually I even stopped wondering what Giulio and Anna were up to, I started truly accepting that the part of my life was in the past.

  At least it was in the past. It was brought back to front of my mind when a familiar head of red hair walked into the store. At first I thought I was imagining things, that maybe I hadn’t really gotten over it all like I thought. But as soon as I saw his metal hand, I knew I wasn’t just seeing things. Before I could duck behind the counter and act like I wasn’t there, he turned his head in my direction and I watched as what I could only describe as joy washed over his face.

  Sure I had seen Giulio smile before but it was never directed at me. Plus with the way he treated me last time I saw him, why on earth would he be happy to see me of all people. Thinking quickly I decided to act like I hadn’t recognized him. “Welcome in, is there anything I can help you find?” I asked plastering on my fakest smile, trying to hide the conflicted thoughts rushing through my head.

  I then watched as Giulio took a moment to process what I said, confusion replacing the smile that was there a second ago. “Don’t play stupid with me Y/n. We’ve been looking for you for months.” He said approaching the counter. “I also saw the way you looked at me when I walked in so don’t even bother trying to act like you don’t know me or what I’m talking about. Now mind telling me why you ran off and where you’ve been these past couple months.” It wasn’t a question, Giulio wanted answers and he was determined to get them.

   Rolling my eyes I leaned against the wall behind the counter. “Why do you care? Last time I checked you weren’t talking to me.” I responded, the hurt from before turned to anger now that he was actually willing to have a conversation with me. “What was it you said to Anna that day? Oh yeah it was ‘how exactly am I supposed to Y/n that I don’t want to be friends anymore?’. Don’t come in here acting like you care when you were the one who wanted to end our friendship.” I answered, revealing that I had heard their ‘secret’ conversation.

  Giulio stood in shock at my response. He wasn’t expecting such a harsh reply to his simple question. “Wait, you heard that?” He asked, sounding slightly panicked. I only nodded in response. “Did you hear the rest of that conversation?” He continued.

   “No Giulio, I didn’t. Why would I stay and listen to the guy I thought was my best friend tell our friend that he was done with me? Honestly, had you told me you didn’t want to be friends anymore instead of ignoring me, I might not be upset right now.” I said not understanding why he thinks anyone would want to hear their friend talk bad about them.

   Giulio sighed, he glanced around the room as if searching for the right words to say. I just watched him confused, it was not like it was a secret anymore he could just tell me the truth and be done. “I think you should have stayed and listened to the rest of that conversation.” He finally started. I was about to respond but he beat me to it. “It wasn’t that I wanted our friendship to end. It’s more the opposite actually.” He said looking down at the floor, his bangs falling to block his face from view. “I was confused about my feelings. For so long I thought I had feelings for Anna, that once she was safe from the toll her quirk put on her we would be together. But then you saved after the Gullinis took Anna, and you stuck with me the entire time after. Even when I tried to push you away, you stuck by my side promising to help me complete my mission.” I stood silent as began to explain himself. “Then even after Anna was saved and we were allowed to stay at U.A. I thought things would go the way I originally thought. But the more time I spent with just you in nonlife threatening situations, the more I realized what I really wanted.” 

   He paused for another moment, rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath like he was preparing for something big. “ I thought for the longest time I wouldn’t fall in love, and then I met you and you didn’t judge me for my goal or turn your back on me when I was difficult. Y/n, I know I was childish and hurt you but if you’ll allow, I’d be honored to spend forever making it up to you.” Giulio finished as he finally looked me in the eye. It was my turn to freeze again. Of all the things I expected for him to say to me, that was not it.

    I blinked a couple of times trying to fully grasp what he meant. After what felt like hours of silence I finally responded. “You’re right, you were childish and you did hurt me. But I was also childish by running away before talking things out. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and left without saying anything to you or Anna.” I paused to breathe for a second before truly smiling at him. “And Giulio, you can start making it up to me by taking me to dinner tomorrow.” I finished.

   Giulio returned the smile, nodding in confirmation. “As you wish.” He said with a slight bow, earning a chuckle from me.

    “Good, now I have to get back to work. You can pick me up here at 8.” I said while grabbing a pen and piece of paper. Quickly scribbling my new phone number down. “And here’s my new number since you’ve probably already guessed I changed phones after I left.” I finished handing him the paper. 

     He quickly accepted it, nodding one last time. “Of course I will see you tomorrow Y/n.” With that he turned and left the store. 

    As I watched him walk away I couldn’t help but wonder what would have been different if I had stayed and listened to the end of that conversation all those months ago.

(dividers by @/cafekitsune)

[shutupineedtothink]

Ok I admit I dropped off s2 of Leverage Redemption when it first came out but now I'm back since s3 is coming out and omg.

The Pyramid Job?? Yesssss bitch. That was about as close to og Leverage magic as you can get.

First of all I am simply a sucker for mysterious Sophie backstory so that's strike one.

Strike two the whole opening with Eliot cleaning up red shirts in the background was exactly the kind of bit I expect and love from the Leverage writers

Harry hilariously pretending to be a manly man and but then accidently on purpose blocking the axe with his viking shield and immediately going "oh no you DIDN'T" bc he knows he can legally get that man for attempted MURDER

Parker pretending to be pregnant with a metal bowl that makes a Clanging noise i almost cried 😂

Parker in the vents AND cracking a safe

Breanna accidently educating a man on pyramid schemes and encouraging him to follow his jazz trumpeter dreams

Sophie devereaux love of my life having to tell the truth to con another con artist

"I might not be enough but I have to protect them" 😭😭😭

Eliot digging into Sophie's past while everyone else is on the con 👀 tbh i thought we were past that but ooh the eliot & soph dynamic has never stopped being wildly interesting

A Big Bad from Sophie's "i married a Duke and became royalty" days sign me tf UPPPP

"The person you betrayed was a daughter, wasn't it?" Excuse me what?????? My jaw was on the floor

Wow just a top tier leverage episode from intrigue to shenanigans to a few well placed emotional moments and more running gags than you can count, just solid.

So happy I'm back.

[trashytracktales]

k i need to share this theory cause grrr there’s something about lando that actually gives me a little bit of a ick and i need to share. since we’re all friends right? 🫠

it’s his house.

NO WALK WITH ME. Because i’m speaking from what we’ve seen from the quadrant videos and streams. imagine you’ve been dating a few weeks it’s all new and he brings you to his house for the first time. You walk him hoping to get a bit of spice time sexy time. chill around cuddle, you know.

and there’s him everywhere.

NO SERIOUSLY.

he has his helmets EVERYWHERE, paintings about him EVERYWHERE, trophies EVERYWHERE, pictures EVERYWHERE. memorabilia EVERYWHERE.

but to me it’s mostly the paintings, like i get its a nice thing to keep them and he’s super cute because they are probably fan made or something but he’s got SEVERAL in every room. about him. about him in the car. about him on the podiums.

is it just me or it’s a red flag? I don’t know man sounds like boy’s got an ego yeah?

(lando norris pls invite me to your house i can cook i can clean)

Oui, bestie. I get what you’re saying. HOWEVER, I think it depends a lot on how you look at it. Personally, I don’t mind the helmets or trophies and all that stuff. That’s literally his life’s work on display, and I think it’s kind of beautiful. Like, imagine grinding your whole life for something and then feeling weird about celebrating it in your OWN HOME?? AW HELL NAH. He earned that.

And also, man lives alone. He could paint the walls mcl papaya if he wanted, no one’s stopping him ✌🏻😗

Now, the paintings... I hear you, it can get really crowded. If every square inch of his house is covered in artistic tributes to himself, including one hung strategically above the toilet, then yeah, I might PAUSE for a second. I doubt that’s the case, but I need to see for myself hehe 😁

*me outside his building, begging to let me see the inside of his bathroom

Anyway, back to this, the fact that he keeps and cherishes most of them is so sweet 🥺🤍. That means every fan-made painting and every little gift someone took the time to create, actually means something to him.

If he invites you into that space, I think it’s because he trusts you enough to show you the most personal, unfiltered version of himself. And honestly, being surrounded by little pieces of him everywhere you look would probably be the last of your worries, because why pay attention to that when he’s RIGHT THERE 👀

So, I wouldn’t call it a red flag, I’d call it a very human thing. My own place is full of things I’ve achieved, memories I made along the way, and hobbies that make me me. If anything, this is how you’d really get to know him, beyond just the funny guy on mcl’s yt channel, the unhinged dude on twitch, or the driver on your screen.

Don’t get me wrong, he definitely has an ego, but it’s not from the fact that his face is on everything or that his name is everywhere. That’s just a side effect of his job. His ego comes from... other places. But that’s a different conversation ;)

I’m sure that if you end up moving in together, he’s definitely going to make room for your personality too. But until then? Let him have his little Lando museum.

[crappymixtape]

because of you • part five

PART I • PART II • PART III • PART IV • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 2.5k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T F I V E 🎶 silhouette, aquilo

❝ DEVIL’S ON YOUR SHOULDER, STRANGERS IN YOUR HEAD, AS IF YOU DON’T REMEMBER, AS IF YOU CAN FORGET ❞

Light fell through the open window in Steve’s parents’ bedroom, washing everything in a soft, eerie orange. Bright, hopeful rays of sunlight choked out by plumes of ash and smoke creeping out of the ground. The curtains billowed softly over the window ledge, carrying with them the all too familiar scent of decay and dirt, damp rotted leaves and thick vines. Demobat wings and the suffocating press of desiccated scales on your neck and–

You started with a gasp, hands fisting into the sheets as you turned in bed and found pain. Sharp and pinching. Freezing you on the spot and pulling a whimper from your lips as your wounds from the night before made themselves known again.

Death had dragged you so close you could touch it, had felt it wrapping around you like a dark cloak until…

Something warm and soft brushed against your waist, a hand moving gently over the sliver of skin there, exposed when your oversized shirt had shifted in sleep. The same hand that had shattered death’s grasp and pulled you back to live the rest of your life. A hand that had so carefully tended to each cut and scrape and gash, had so tenderly patched you up and held you through it all.

Steve.

Brows knitted together in discomfort, you turned your head ever so slightly, lashes fluttering open to see another set of eyes looking back at you – burnt caramel, honey and brown sugar.

Worried, relieved, apologetic.

“You okay?” Steve asked quietly, voice scratchy with sleep and fingers still resting gently at your waist, afraid to move them, afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“It’s my leg,” you squeezed your eyes closed, wincing at the friction of the sheet against the stitches.

“Shit,” Steve whispered, quickly rolling onto his back and bending his knee to create a pocket of air between your body and the fabric. “Better?”

All you could manage was a small murmur of thanks and it pulled his gaze back to you, eyes searching for something. What it was he didn’t know, but he was sure he would as soon as he saw it.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his hand seeking you out, tangling his fingers together with yours.

The long sweep of his dark lashes brushed the tops of his cheekbones, freckles dotting along the bridge of his nose, twin moles pressed at his jaw, lips pulled down in concern. Pretty even like this. Even when he wasn’t smiling.

“Guess I couldn’t handle it last night,” you half-laughed thinking about the way you’d paled when he’d looped thread through the needle and it pulled a little grin out of him until you winced again.

“I don’t think I could have either,” he reassured you, “Six stitches, you took ‘em like a champ.” The look he gave you then set your heart skipping in your chest before settling between your ribs, warm and reassuring.

“Six?” you gaped.

Pulling the sheets up to look down at your leg for the first time since last night you expected to feel sick, but instead found something surprising. Six neat stitches, not quite straight, but clean and tidy and done with care.

“You…you did that?” you asked, eyes blinking back at Steve.

“What? Didn’t think I could?” he teased gently and it made the corner of your mouth pull up into a half-smirk.

“Well–no, but…” your cheeks warmed, heat creeping across your face as you bit your bottom lip in.

He studied you then for a minute, eyes mapping over your face and memorizing every little detail, every little piece of you, pieces he wished he could keep forever.

“Can I ask you something?” he said quietly, fingers still looped between yours and you answered with a silent nod. “Last night, before I went to the Creel house I wanted to ask you if–if I could take you out. You know, after we saved the world or whatever–” he huffed a small laugh and shook his head, “Guess we botched that.”

You almost laughed at the way he’d tried to soften the weight of his question, but his words were running on a loop in your head — take you out. They set something fluttering in your chest, your stomach flipping over and cheeks warming again.

“You want to take me out?”

“Yeah. I do. I really, really do.”

The way he was looking at you, like you held his world in your hands, had you breathless, heart hammering against your ribs and his palm pressed to yours under the sheets sent a flicker of heat up your arm, crept into your bloodstream and swam through every inch of you.

It had been survival, instinct how you hardened yourself against having to watch him walk away and how the sight of it put an ache in your chest more painful than the stitches on your thigh, but it all came back now when he looked at you. Washed over you like a wave on the sand, wearing down all your rough edges and smoothing them slow and sure – you realized you’d been carrying those feelings all along.

At Max’s trailer when he swore to stand by your best friend.

In the parking lot when he pulled you back from Vecna.

With your back to his chest and his hands pressed into yours over the handle of his bat.

The moment he all too willingly put himself between you and death without hesitation.

“Steve…” your throat squeezed around his name and his hand tightened on yours.

“What–what is it?” his brows pinched together, “Dammit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you—”

“No-no, it’s not that,” you sucked in a breath and squeezed your eyes shut against everything this boy, this man, made you feel. “I just…I hated you, so much. I didn’t believe Eddie when he said you’d changed, told him he was full of shit, but I was wrong. I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit and I’m sorry–”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” he hushed, bringing his free hand up to gentle brush away the tears that had started to spill quietly down your cheek. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve done a lot of shit I’m not proud of, so I don’t blame you,” he shifted closer to you under the sheets, careful of your leg. “I hated me too for a long time,” he chuckled a little under his breath and gave you a small smile. “And I know I have more work to do, but…maybe-if you want to-you could give me another shot? A do over.”

You were surprised at the laugh that fell from your lips, a small wobbly thing as you wiped at the rest of your tears. “A do over?”

“Yeah. Here–” he let go of your hand and scooted back just a little and the distance made your fingers want to reach for him again. Come back. “Hi,” he said, smile growing.

“Hi?” you said, more question than statement and a little confused and it pulled a full grin out of him.

“I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

You bit back a snort, who was he James Bond? And it made him laugh until his hands found yours again and your skin sighed in relief – finally.

“Nice to meet you,” you said and he shifted back into you, hip to hip, chest to chest, careful still of your thigh and the touch of your skin on his skin melted the smiles from both your faces. Laughs quieted into hitched breaths and racing hearts.

Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, Steve’s jaw ticked as he swallowed down the nerves you’d pulled from his belly. “Would you–I mean…can I–can I kiss you?” he asked, unsure and unsteady, vulnerable and exposed, the real Steve and the Yes that fell from your lips came fast, sounding so much more like please, please, please, and you didn’t have to ask him twice.

His lips caught yours, fit them against his like two sides of a locket, perfect, and it made you lightheaded again, but this time when you opened your eyes you found his – honey and whiskey and liquid amber, warm like the sun and your heartbeat tattooed Steve, Steve, Steve on the inside of your ribs.

He smiled as you traced the curve of his cupid’s bow with your gaze, so soft, so lovely, so much more than you ever could have imagined and his gravity drew you back into him, pulling his bottom lip between yours – more, more, more – and he sighed, running his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck.

It was slow and languid, searching and curious, but heat simmered just under the surface. Waiting, patient, warm, and when Steve’s tongue traced the seam of your lips your reservations cracked, kerosene on the flames, and you both caught fire.

❝ IT’S ONLY BEEN A MOMENT, IT’S ONLY BEEN A LIFETIME, BUT TONIGHT YOU’RE A STRANGER, SOME SILHOUETTE, HOLD ME ❞

Grazing your teeth over his lip, you bit down softly and a groan rumbled in his chest, a low sound that made you press your thighs together, the want between your legs suspending your pain for a moment.

“Christ,” Steve choked, pulling away from you just enough to suck in a breath, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut, wrecked already. “Sorry,” he half-laughed, “You’re gonna kill me if you keep kissing me like that, Princess.”

“Kinda defeats the purpose of last night,” you tried to joke, but when he opened his eyes again and looked at you it scattered all of your faux confidence to the wind.

“Yeah,” he breathed, inching closer and closer to you, running his thumb along your bottom lip and settling it at the corner, “But dying like this doesn’t seem so bad.”

And then he kissed you again, but this time it was heated, his fingers pressed into the plush of your hips while yours tangled into his hair and it pulled another groan from him. He swallowed the soft, sweet sounds you gave him and then begged for more as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, your lips parting to let him in to taste you.

None of it felt real – lying in bed next to Steve as he sucked pretty, little, lilac marks onto your skin, not wanting it to stop, wanting him to be this close forever.

He nosed at your neck and your chin tilted up to give him more access, your hands leaving his hair to trace the muscles stretched across back through the threadbare fabric of his shirt.

“Y’okay? Gotta tell me, Princess,” he said, lips moving on your skin as you pulled in a shaky breath.

“Ye-yeah, yes,” your voice pitched up at the end in a whine as he kissed the hollow behind your ear.

He smiled against you and your mouth twitched with a smile of your own.

“What?” you asked wryly, chin still tilted and he pushed himself up on his hands, propped up over the top of you, so he could look down at you.

“You don’t hate me,” he beamed down at you, echoed your words from just a minute ago and it made you blush, your lips twisting. Caught. A little bratty and a lot enamored.

“I don’t hate you, Steve Harrington,” you said again, softening under his gaze and unable to help the way your heart skipped when he dipped down to press another kiss to your lips.

“Say my name again. Please,” he murmured, trailing his mouth down your shoulder, your forearm, your wrist – his hand gently taking yours to lift it and place a kiss to your palm.

“Steve,” you whispered, but it caught at the end when you felt his tongue on your skin. It pulled your gaze up to look at him and you found his brows pinched together, eyes squeezed shut. “Steve?” you said again, your hand turning his to tug it down and hold it close to your chest.

“I just–Christ. I thought you were gonna die out there and after all that awful shit I said to you–”

Leaning up you pushed your lips to his and swallowed his words, mumbling to him, nuh uh. “But I’m still here, make it up to me,” you told him, eyes locked on one another and suspended in time, held in the muddled, amber light falling through the window.

“How? Tell me.”

And you took his hand, the one still held in yours, and trailed it down your chest, over the soft plush of your stomach, across the thigh that wasn’t hurting and down between your legs.

“Fuck,” Steve hissed, eyes closing again for a minute at how wet you were, and he pulled in a shaky breath.

“I’m here–” you whispered again, “–and I want this, with you.”

Nodding he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, fingers moving slowly where you’d placed them, slipping in your slick and it make you gasp. “I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he said and god, you believed him.

He moved his fingers slow at first, a little tentative, a little shy, but the minute he pulled a moan from your lips he found his confidence again. Picked up the pace and moved over you at just the right speed in all the right places. Circled your clit with his thumb and slipped first one finger then two into you.

“Faster, Steve,” you gasped and he answered with the press of a kiss to your jaw, the corner of your mouth, pulled your bottom lip between his and sucked and you felt yourself sprinting to the edge.

“I’ve got you. Let go, baby, let go,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, fingers working you closer and closer. “Here, look at me,” he breathed, heart hammering in his chest, and when you met his eyes – warm honey, burnt caramel, safe, Steve – your hips stuttered.

Wrapping your arms tight around the back of his neck, you wanted – no needed – him closer, closer, closer until finally the coil settled deep in your stomach snapped and you fell apart on his fingers. Arched your back up off the mattress and pressed your body into his, the stitches on your thigh screaming, but the feeling of Steve between your legs was louder.

And there in that room, while the world burned outside the window, you made a promise to each other that even if everything was falling apart, even if you didn’t know what happened next, you’d be there. You’d choose to try again. Choose forgiveness and surrendered to each other. Let go of the past in favor of what was there in front of you. Beating hearts and handfuls of sheets, kisses dragged over skin and breaths taken away and Steve. Steve. Steve.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART FIVE OF A FIVE PART SERIES, POTENTIAL BLURBS MAY COME AT A LATER DATE ;) ]

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Hi I wrote something based on @chlmngo art from the most recent magma (go post it buddy 👀👀) EVERYONE GO LOOK AT IT

Skizz's Poker vod really did it to us

Pairing: Tango/Skizz

Cw: handjob, voyeurism, probable poker inaccuracies

NSFW under the cut

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63236437

A losing hand

Tango got invited to Doc's poker tournament a few weeks ago and how could he say no? His love for the game and interest in actually seeing how this place works have built up a certain excitement in him. 

He's only seen the place once, briefly and he doesn't even quite remember what it was but something peeved him. Maybe he just had a bad day. So with a shrug and plenty of anticipation, Tango accepts the invitation. 

Over the next weeks he makes sure his suit is all ready and freshly cleaned from the last time he wore it on a little vacation. 

When the day finally arrives, Tango gets himself ready, shaving off some unruly bits of his scruffy beard, making sure he feels nice and comfortable in his suit. He normally isn't one for fancy clothing but there's always an occasion where one might need one. And he can't deny that the burgundy suits him surprisingly well. 

Most days Tango doesn't care much about what he wears, it's more about the practicality, but for tonight, confidence is key. How else would a good poker face work, if he wasn't comfortable and confident? 

So he arrives at the scene and chats a bit to his friends, or for tonight, his opponents. Of course it is all lighthearted fun but beneath all that, it's still a tournament and each and every one of them is just a little competitive at the least. Some more so than others. 

After a few minutes they head inside and Tango can't help but be impressed by the place Doc created beneath the shopping district. Part gentlemen's club, part speakeasy, with a fancy poker table in the middle. 

As they talk about the rules, Ren sits down at the head of the table, taking a new deck fresh out of the packaging, shuffling it back and forth as Doc goes over the rules, suggesting they do a trial run so everyone can understand how the redstone mechanics influence the game. 

Everyone takes a seat, Tango sitting at a smaller end of the table, both diagonally from Beef and Skizz. 

The chair is comfortable and Tango feels ready and excited. 

So when Ren presses the button to start their test round, everyone gets their cards. Everyone, besides Tango of course. The universe just favors him like that. 

He grumbles something about "faulty redstone, huh?", giving Doc a look of understanding and mischief, when Skizz interrupts. "Come here, Top, got a seat free right here!" Skizz waves him over. 

Internally Tango groans and his expression must have matched that because Skizz immediately keeps going "Don't you dare make that face at me. Come on, you love sitting next to me" with the brightest grin on his face.

So Tango pushes his chair back, leaving the faulty seat behind and walking around the table to sit down right between Skizz and Wels, who joined them just a minute ago. Before he even gets there, Skizz already pulled out the free chair for him, patting the seat patiently. Tango can only shake his head, what is he, a dog? Still he can't help the smile as he sits down. "Here, happy now?" he looks up at Skizz with a smirk on his face that gets replaced by a small gasp as Skizz pushes the chair, now with Tango on it, forwards, towards the table. 

He's definitely sitting quite a bit closer to Skizz than to Wels but no one is saying anything and at this point it would feel rude to just scoot away from his friend so Tango decides to do what he often does - and just lives with it. 

Before the first round starts, Skizz laughs and puts an arm on the back of Tango's chair, brushing slightly against his tail that immediately gives way, curling around Tango's own ankle, a reflex to make sure no one ever steps on it. Skizz leans over and tauntingly offer his own seat and when Tango declines he can see a triumphant smirk spread on Skizz's face "No I got position on you", causing Tango to only shake his head. 

The first rounds go by ever so uneventfully. Tango tries to push his luck but, most of the time, it just isn't on his side, his cards varying from trash to moderately decent as he slowly goes through his diamonds. Folding round after round, while Skizz next to him keeps mumbling about his strategy, trying to analyze what cards everyone has. It's quiet enough that no one else can hear, except for Tango, who at this point is only a few inches off from already sitting on Skizz's lap. 

"You wanna share that with the rest of the class, or...?" Tango tries to tease him but before he even gets any response, Skizz starts cheering. He won the pot, and it was a good one. 

"What was that, Top?" Skizz asks so self assured, pulling Tango's chair just a little bit closer. The soft carpet of the floor muffles the sound and Ren dealing out the next round has everyone's focus drawn away from them so nobody notices. 

Nobody notices either, how Tango tenses up, when Skizz's broad hand suddenly rests on his left thigh. 

For a moment Tango thinks it's just an accidental touch but it lingers. How does Skizz always manage to feel so warm against his skin, he's supposed to be the warm one... 

Tango gives Skizz a glance, still fumbling for anything to say when Skizz leans forward and pushes his own bet towards the middle, playing like nothing is happening, while Tango is slowly suffering. 

But this is fine. Skizz is just being Skizz, trying to distract him, to make him lose focus. 

So Tango tries his best to stay focused on the game, paying attention to the other players and the cards Ren deals and uncovers. 

In any other circumstances Tango prides himself in being good at this, he's good at math, the probabilities behind it all and his own poker face comes from years of practice, no matter what Skizz says. 

But of course Skizz has a way of turning this around for himself. 

It's Tango's turn, he looks at the three cards that are already in the middle, red eyes scanning the bet Joe placed, the cards Wels put in the middle, that Ren just picked up. Another glance at the two cards face down in front of him and Tango only notices it a few moments after Skizz's hand starts moving, but his hand is clearly on his crotch now. 

Very much distracted, unable to even process what his own cards are, Tango quickly says "Check" before the attention lingers on him for too long, not wanting anyone to see the way he flushes. 

Skizz checks too, as if his hand, broad and warm, wasn't just groping Tango under the table, so close to their friends. During a tournament. 

During Beef's turn, Tango looks up at Skizz. "What are you doing?" he whispers, trying to stay quiet, trying to keep his voice even but it wavers. 

Across the table Joe says "Look, they're conspiring" much to the amusement of everyone else. They don't know, do they? 

"It's all good, just giving Tango here some tips since he clearly needs them right now" Skizz laughs it off and now Tango is glaring at him. 

Fine, two can play at this game. 

Tango plants his, notably smaller, hand on Skizz's thigh, and one glance beneath the table shows Tango the difference of the hand that's slowly undoing his fly, as if it were the most normal thing to do right now. 

One sharp inhale, then another, Skizz shouldn't be this good at unbuttoning the pants of his suit while still applying just the right amount of pressure, causing Tango to forget all parts of his plan, till Skizz nudges him with his elbow. "Your turn, Top." 

Already? Tango hasn't even paid attention to the cards in the middle, to who folded and who raised. He'll just check, not having the spare thoughts right now to figure out what his best move would be. "Bold move" comments Skizz, who folds, sliding the cards towards Ren. 

Tango's grip tightens on Skizz, by now only trying to hold on, to steady himself. He doesn't even care that he just lost another round, more diamonds than necessary going to Beef. 

But how is he supposed to focus on that when Skizz fumbles with his shorts, exposing his already painfully hard member. His heart is pounding in his chest, what is Skizz doing? A bit of panic rises up inside him.

This has gone past just a bit, a way for Skizz to distract Tango, something that could be easily brushed off should any of their friends notice. 

And yet, the panic makes Tango twitch as he tries to calm his breathing.

Trying to gain some distance and hopefully some sense alongside it, he tries to angle his legs away from Skizz, but he's sitting too close to actually make much of a difference. 

But the worst part of it all? Right now, Skizz just has his hand resting on the inside of Tango's thigh and it feels like it's burning a handprint into his skin. Why is he playing games and not just touching him?

Tango closes his eyes, just for a moment when he hears Wels beside him clear his throat. "Uhm, I can see Tango's... Cards like this" he admits. 

The table is a bit crowded and of course immediately an accusation of cheating is thrown into the round but with the look Wels gives Tango, it's clear that he's not just talking about the game. 

Skizz's hand finally moves up, brushing over Tango's member for a moment as he takes "Well, just don't look, how about that? Gentlemen's rules, right?" Tango can hear Skizz's grin, doesn't even need to see his handsome face for it. 

"He can just scoot up a bit more," Skizz pulls Tango's chair another bit closer with his free hand, the other wrapping around his hard shaft, "and I, for one can keep my eyes up here"

Everyone reacts with amusement, and Tango chuckles along, the sound airy as he tries to send Wels an apologetic glance, but the blonde isn't looking towards him anymore. 

But Tango doesn't get to think about the consequences of that interaction for long because Skizz's hand starts moving. Slowly, nearly painfully so, but by this point Tango has been craving anything, his tail rising up slightly, involuntarily, in response.

It somehow ends up being Tango's turn again and it this point, Skizz’s hand is wrapped in a loose fist around Tango, pumping up and down, and he can't focus anymore. On the game or on the people around him. He lets a gasp slip and immediately several eyes are on him but it doesn't interrupt whoevers turn it was so he just clears just throat "sorry... The cough" and it's technically not even a lie. 

"You're up" someone - Tango can't pay attention to who - says and Tango hasn't even looked at his cards, he just folds. Next to him, he hears Skizz giggle. 

Of course Tango is still trying to hide what's happening but he's quite sure he's not doing a very good job. He feels himself pant, his breaths heavy, lips slightly parted. In an attempt to shut his mouth, to stop any more needy noises from coming out, he bites down onto his lips with his sharp teeth. 

They might notice but at this point Tango is past caring, his hip bucking up to meet Skizz's movements halfway. 

Unable to even pay a bit of attention, Tango keeps losing round after round after round. Skizz picks up the pace after every loss, occasionally squeezing Tango every few seconds for a whole round.

Tango doesn't even need to look down to know that he's spilling precum over Skizz's hand, over himself and some probably also on the pants of his suit. But those are all problems for later. 

Again it is his turn and Tango notices that he's down to his last few diamonds. He at least has half a mind to check his cards even if it takes him a little bit too long to truly register what it says. Not that it matters if he keeps trying not to tremble, not to buck into the hand wrapped around him. 

Skizz must have realized Tango's situation because the pace of his arm crawls to a halt, just a gentle squeeze that nearly makes Tango cum on the spot. Skizz is encouraging him, encouraging the risk. At this point, Tango might do anything just so he moves his fist again. 

"All in." Tango's trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. This definitely raised some eyebrows but Tango accepted that at this point he's lost. 

But at least Skizz's warm hand rewards him for it. He doesn't even hear what Skizz does next, as he feels his orgasm crash over him. 

It takes all of Tango to not groan or, even worse, whimper, at the table as he feels hot, sticky release dribble all over Skizz's hand and down his shaft. Some definitely also landed on his clothes.

While Tango is still catching his breath he can hear Skizz chuckle beside him, pulling the whole pot close to himself. 

And seemingly just to rub it in, his other hand smears Tango's cum off on his pants. He sends Skizz a glare that doesn't quite carry the bite it's supposed to, but enough to get the message across because he hears Skizz laugh, finally having both hands on the table again. 

Tango uses the rest of that round to catch his breath and to discreetly pack himself up again. Once that's over he gets up with a shake of his head. 

"Well that's me then. Thanks for having me, Doc" he gives a small wave as he picks his suit jacket up, debating putting it on but instead opting to hold it in his hands, right over the spot where Skizz wipes his hand off. He'll need to find a way to get back at Skizz for this. 

As he turns to leave, still winded and just wanting to get out and get some fresh air he calls "Good luck everyone" before promptly taking an unfamiliar turn, clearly not the way he came in from. 

Maybe it's the hormones or his blood still pumping but he can help the too high pitched groan of "Can't find the exit" while letting out a nervous chuckle. 

In an instant, Ren is there, a hand around Tango's shoulder and a smile on his face as he leans down a slight bit while turning Tango towards a different door. "Exit is this way" and there's very clear amusement in his voice. 

Tango only manages to mutter a quiet thanks before he finally stumbles out into the shopping district again. 

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A/N: an au where Buckys a mechanic, requested by anon 🫶🏻

pls don’t hate me for how short this is but i wanted to get it out 😭

i wanted to leave this one kind of open and not a lot of detail! i feel like with how i decided to end this one, there’s definitely options for it to keep going if this is popular enough 👀

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please send me a request for any Marvel character! or vikings characters too! i’m open to just about any request!

TW: flirting, shyness, embarrassment, kissing.

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A warm summer day seemed like the perfect time to go for a drive, but that was proving to be a bad idea as your car rumbled angrily rolling into the parking lot of a small town mechanics shop an hour and a half from where you live. “This has to be just my luck..” you grumble to yourself as you step one foot at a time out of your car, pushing the door closed and walking around, heading towards the shop.

You definitely stood out here with your tight fitting gym leggings and sports bra top, your typical gym attire that felt normal to wear in a gym of strangers working out just like you. But now that you were the only person dressed like this, you felt a small bit of insecurity boiling in your stomach at the thought of eyes on you. If you hadn’t needed help with your car to get back home, you wouldn’t have even made the stop but you felt you had no choice but to have it quickly checked out.

All of the car bay doors are open but not a soul is in sight, the assumption passing through your mind that everyone may be in the office of the shop hidden behind darkly tinted windows. A bell jingles just above your head as you push the slightly heavy metal and glass door open, the smell of oil and something hitting your nose. It takes a quick sweep of your eyes to see there’s three men behind the long desk in the center of the room, another man standing in the doorway leading to the garage where they work. It seems as though your presence makes the atmosphere go quiet.

The man standing in the doorway to the garage catches your eye, almost makes your heart skip a beat at the sight of him. He has beautifully messy brown hair and striking blue eyes, gorgeously muscled arms that are crossed over his tight broad chest. You’ve never seen anyone like him and you really wish you could get a better look at the name patch on his black button down work shirt that’s completely opened, exposing a white tank underneath. The only letters on the patch you can see are a B and Y, your brain wracking for names.

As your brain is trying to piece together a name, you offer a quick and soft friendly smile to the men, clearing your throat gently. “Hi uh- I was.. I was having some issues with my car while on a drive and this was the closest shop I could get to. I was afraid it may breakdown, is there anyone that might be able to take a look at it?” You get out, shyness taking over your senses as your cheeks begin to feel warm, knowing they’re slowly beginning to glow red.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see the man in the doorway shift his weight on his feet as you maintain eye contact with the man right behind the desk. “Why of course ma’am, Buck, you mind going with her and seeing if we can’t help her out?” The man politely asks, clean blonde hair slicked back and just as piercing blue eyes as, who you assume is Buck, has. He’s the one to make a move, pushing himself off the doorway he’s leaned against and taking a step forward, unfolding his arms.

“Of course, not a problem.” Buck offers you a friendly smile as your eyes meet his and it feels as though your stomach does a thousand flips in just seconds. You already know with as awkward as you are, this may not end very well.

You follow behind Buck, just a few steps away, back out of the shop door and towards your car in the small parking lot. “So, what’s going on with it?” He speaks up, the sound of his deep warm voice making your bones tingle.

“I uh.. I was driving down the highway when it started to shake and it kind of smelt like something was burning. Then the check engine light came on the further I drove so I decided it was best to try and find a shop somewhere as close as I could.” You explain, unlocking your car and handing Bucky the keys. You watch as he gets in the driver seat, flipping the key in the ignition just enough to turn the dash on.

After the check engine light comes on, he gets out and motions for you to wait just a second before heading towards one of the open bay doors. He grabs a little handheld machine from what you presume is his area of work before heading back towards you to plug in this machine to your car in hopes it’ll tell him exactly what the check engine light is for.

As he’s waiting for the machine to load you have a second to watch his features and look him over, admiring the way the sun glistens off his skin and makes his hair shine too. You can see the peak of pale white skin under the sleeve of his work t shirt he’s wearing, a line where his tan starts and ends, making a smile form on your lips.

He glances up just seconds before the machine loads, to catch your eyes on him before you quickly look away in embarrassment, wondering if you’d just been caught being a creep. Though in Bucky’s mind, he’s dying to get a good look at you just as you have him.

“Hmm, this isn’t good..” Bucky says once he’s looked down at the handheld, reading what it’s telling him. “You’re having transmission problems.” He explains, glancing back up at you for a second. Your eyes widen then lower as you listen to him, nodding your head.

“That’s expensive isn’t it?” You ask with a soft laugh, pushing your stray hairs out of your face as you glance your car over. “Is it possible for me to make it home? I’m about an hour and a half away.” You ask, chewing on your bottom lip afraid of the answer.

Bucky makes a soft noise with your second question, eyes meeting yours and he shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “You might be lucky to make it another thirty to forty five minutes, but not the whole way home.” He says, unplugging the machine and standing up, eyes drifting down your body as you’re not paying attention to him.

“Let me go talk to my boss, Steve, and see if we can’t work something out to where we can fix your car and get you home for the night, okay?” Bucky offers, sensing a feeling of stress coming from you though it seems to ease with his offer.

“Oh you don’t have to do that! I wouldn’t expect for you to have to worry about getting me home, that’s sweet though, thank you.” You tell Bucky, a giddy smile on your lips at the thought of him going as far as to getting you home safe.

Bucky chuckles and he shakes his head, rough hand running through his hair as the two of you make your way back towards the shop. “Steve might actually write me up if I just let you be to figure it out yourself.” He grins, looking to you. “And anyways, helping a pretty girl like yourself is no weight on my shoulders.” He offers a playful wink that makes your cheeks heat again.

With the nerves that Buckys wink has sent through your body, you stumble over your own two feet stepping back into the shop, nearly face planting onto the stained tile flooring but a strong hand catches you from behind, pulling you into his broad body to bring you back into a standing position. Even more nerves run through you, but the good kind of nerves. The kind that make you yearn for the feeling again and again.

“Watch your step darlin, don’t need you takin a trip to the hospital too.” His breath fans across your ear but you steady your feet to take a step away from him to maybe calm the pounding of your heart in your chest, trying to feign a prideful smile.

“I’m okay, I got it.” You laugh, Bucky hesitating a second before he steps around you and towards the desk where Steve is watching the two of you intently, a knowing smirk on his lips.

Bucky leans half across the desk so there’s little space between him and Steve, keeping his voice fairly low. “Listen, her cars having transmission issues. It’s gonna need a decent fix and she’s an hour and a half from home, let me give her a ride and I’ll work on the car for the night.” Bucky whispers, watching the way Steve’s expression grows even more knowing.

Steve slightly glances around Bucky at you, standing there glancing around the shop waiting room like a lost duck. He gives a soft little laugh and he nods his head at Bucky. “Go ahead, just, hurry back. You do have work to do. No dilly dallying.” Steve says, raising his brows at Bucky and Bucky grins wide at his friend and boss. “You’re the fucking best, man.” He nods, patting Steve’s shoulder and turning around back to you with a smile.

“You okay with me giving you a lift? Of course as small as this town is, a taxi won’t come all the way out and take you back.” Bucky says and you shrug your shoulders. “Id really appreciate a ride back.” You nod, smiling at him and he pulls keys from his pocket.

“You can grab whatever you need from your car, we should be done with it in a day or two depending on everything wrong.” Bucky states and you head back to your car as he heads around the building to pull his old model Chevy around to the front. With your purse and gym bag from the trunk, you climb in the passenger seat of Buckys truck, him patiently waiting for you to settle and get buckled before pulling onto the highway and back towards your town.

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[sxcret-garden]

Wooyoung ღ NSFW Alphabet [M]

ღ Ateez - NSFW Alphabets ღ Ateez Wooyoung x gn!reader ღ words: ~2.6k ღ genre: smut ღ warnings: heavy power dynamics in some parts (especially with sub!Woo)

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

This hugely depends on what kind of sex you had. Overall he’s definitely caring, looks after you, asks if you feel okay and how you liked it. If he took on the more dominant role he’s definitely gonna rub your back, cuddle with you, get you some water, help you clean up,... there’s literally nothing he doesn’t think of. Will be ESPECIALLY cuddly if he teased you a lot during. But if it’s the other way around and you took on the more dominant role he’s gonna snuggle up to you like a cat. He will still take care of you eventually, but he needs to hear what a good boy he was first.

B = Body part (his favorite body part of his partner)

I really think he’s a boobs type of guy and also a bit of a perv, so I can’t not say your chest. Like… if you have breasts he loooves playing with them, squeezing them in his hands, just the feel of them, y’know? Huge fan of nipple play too, so you can expect him to give them a lot of attention. And if you don’t have breasts then I think the answer is still chest!! Idk, there’s just something about him marking up that part of you or resting his hand there as he makes out with you that feels so good to him. Plus, what better place to rest his head than your chest where he can feel your slowly calming heartbeat afterwards?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves your taste and loves having you watch as he licks your juices off his lips after giving you head. Definitely the type to kiss you as the taste is still present on his tongue. As for where he prefers to cum… he’s not too picky about that. However, he finds it insanely hot if you get on top of him, maybe pinning him against the bed or a wall, and you tease him so good that he can’t but help cum right then and there in his pants. Will definitely blush a little at his failure to keep his composure, and if you tease him about it (or maybe even humiliate him 👀) you can be sure this guy will submit to you immediately and be hard again in no time.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret or secret desire of his)

Secretly he wants to try being under your command for a day or maybe even longer. Of course that includes any sexual acts you might wish for, whenever you tell him to, but it’s not just about sex for him. Wants to be ordered around by you and please you, do anything you ask of him, and afterwards receive praise or a punishment - whichever you see fit. And in between he’s going to be your little toy who’ll do anything you want.

E = Experience (how experienced is he?)

I think he certainly has some experience, maybe more, maybe less than what you’d think. But what I’m sure of is that he knows himself very well, and even if he has less experience, communication won’t be a problem for him, so it’s easy to figure out what works for the both of you either way.

F = Favorite position 

You on top of him, preferably with you being in control. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s a total switch, but the thing he’ll keep wanting to come back to is simply you sitting on top of him, deciding on what pace you’re going at and controlling when he cums. He’ll go crazy if you keep edging him again and again until it gets painful, but even then all he’s going to do is hiss curses through gritted teeth and beg and at the same time he’ll enjoy you making him your little toy so much that most of the time he isn’t even going to think about taking matters into his own hands and finally getting that release he so desperately craves. Though such times do exist, and then he surely is ready to fight you for dominance no matter what…

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous?)

Sex with Wooyoung is definitely going to include laughter. It’d feel off to him to always stay completely serious throughout. Whether he’s chuckling to himself as he teases you, or laughs because one of you was being clumsy or something that you two imagined to feel good didn’t quite work out as well as it did in your heads - he knows how to lighten the mood and sometimes appreciates you doing it as well!

H = Headspace (how much does he think about it/you during the day? how elaborate are his fantasies?)

I think he has sexual thoughts less often than you’d expect him to. But when he does they’re usually deliberate, when he really has the time to make up elaborate scenarios. The type of guy who knows it’ll feel even better when he thinks about it until he really is painfully horny, and gets off to whatever thoughts are up in his head only when he can’t take it anymore. If he has a partner they’re definitely going to be the nr 1 person to appear in his fantasies, though from time to time he might think about someone else too.

I = Intimacy (how passionate or romantic is he?)

Very passionate at all times!! Can be very romantic too if it fits the mood, and won’t find it too cheesy at all to prepare the bedroom with candles and rose petals and all that stuff 🥺 though this won’t be the standard, but from the way he always looks at you with adoration in his eyes no matter what you’re doing, I’d say he is fairly romantic!! 

J = Jack off (how does he masturbate and how often?)

Pretty much every day, mostly out of habit and to briefly destress in the shower after a long day. Though sometimes, when he has the time, he’ll spend quite a while masturbating in his room (oftentimes while fantasizing, as described above 👀)

K = Kink (one of his kinks)

How could I not talk about his very apparent degradation kink here!! (Very uncreative, I know lol but come on!!) It does things to him to say the least when he gets pushed around a bit. I’d even go as far as to say he’s into being humiliated, like you making fun of him for cumming so fast, or teasing him about what a little obedient slut he is when it takes you no time at all to make him submit to you. Might start giggling and blushing right then and there, and will enjoy it even more if you punish him for that reaction. He’ll be painfully hard in no time, and at the same time he just can’t stop pushing your limits, until you start to manhandle him. (And even if he’s a lot stronger than you, this guy will simply play along and let you do to him whatever you want.)

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Pretty much anywhere if y’all are horny enough djbdndndd he won’t shy away from semi-public sex, though he probably wouldn’t try to sneakily get you off with other people in the room (he’d certainly still tease you though). The bed, the couch, someone else’s bed, against a wall, the kitchen counter, a public bathroom,... anything goes so long as he gets to fuck you.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

Your reactions, your voice, your praises, even you pushing him around a bit… any affirmation is enough for him to keep going, and once he’s caught a glimpse of what he can do to you, he’ll get even more curious and want to find out even more about you! And even if the day comes where he’s seen everything, he’ll just want it all over again, so really it’s very easy to get him going and to keep him going.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Really he’s open to most things, but one thing he certainly won’t do is using sex as a distraction or as a way to fuck out your feelings before having talked about it. He wants you two to always be transparent with each other, as he would never judge you for anything and he wants a partner where he feels that they won’t either. Angry sex or anything similar is totally okay with him, so long as both parties know what’s going on emotionally!!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving equally, so he’s definitely going to suggest 69 sometimes! Is a big fan of turning it into a game of who can make the other cum fastest, or of who can make the other feel so good that they lose focus and have to stop pleasuring the other. However, he also enjoys simply taking turns, because he loves watching your reactions and hearing you praising him about how well he’s doing. Plus, sometimes he really just wants to lean back and enjoy as you suck him off too.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s more on the fast and rough side, but can do slow and sensual too. Especially when y’all are just having sweet vanilla sex he’ll be so soft and caring with you 🥺 and yet he’ll keep a slow pace until you start begging him for more, focusing entirely on your pleasure as he makes sure to help you build up your orgasm slowly, so he could make sure your high shakes your whole body when it finally does come crashing down on you.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies?)

A big fan tbh! Though it’s not a rare occurrence for something that was supposed to be only a quickie to turn into well over an hour of sex so cjbdndbdnxnx

R = Risk (does he like to experiment or take risks?)

He’s open to trying out pretty much anything, especially if it’s something you bring up to him. Will usually not find it weird, even when it’s something that would seem weird to others or that a lot of people shy away from. Sure, there are some things he won’t be into, but most of the time he’ll be open to at least try! As for risk taking - as I said, semi-public is definitely something he’d be open to, but he will make damn sure you two don’t get caught.

S = Stamina (how long does he last?)

Not as long as he’d like lol. However, when he really feels himself running out of energy but both of you still want to keep going, he’ll simply suggest taking a bit of a rest with some cuddles, and then eventually you’re gonna start lazily getting each other off again. You’ll either keep going for another round or two, or you’ll agree that you really are all out of energy and you can just keep cuddling!

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

I think he’d like the idea of using toys while having sex with you! A vibrator, a cockring, or maybe even handcuffs - if it enhances the pleasure for you, him, or both of you, he’s all for it!

U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)

Teases A LOT. I don’t think I need to say much here. He’s a tease in- and outside of the bedroom, he just can’t help himself :’)

V = Volume (how loud or vocal is he? what does he sound like?)

He’s pretty vocal I’d say!! Definitely talks a lot and is super into dirty talk especially - but if you’re only just starting to have sex and getting to know each other’s bodies, or if he’s with someone inexperienced, he’ll definitely communicate a lot too and ask what feels good and what doesn’t, nudges you in the right direction, etcetc. Lots of moans and groans and other noises that tell you he likes what you’re doing especially when you’re pleasuring him, or when he’s coming close. And don’t get me started on the fucked out and exhausted but at the same time sweet tone in his voice afterwards, as he tells you how amazing you were.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

“Ahh…” Wooyoung lets out a pained noise, almost a whine, as you push him into the mattress with his hands pinned above his head. You can see his muscles dancing under his skin, yet he doesn’t put any strength at all into a rather pathetic attempt to free himself. You’ve ceased your movements on top of him, edging him for the third time now, and you can tell he’s slowly losing his composure, a drop of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes shut tightly in a desperate expression. Still, he doesn’t do anything to resist. He doesn’t free himself - which he undoubtedly could - and he doesn’t flip your positions around to take over control. He barely even begs. Of course he does, but what falls from his lips the most are praises about how good you make him feel, how beautiful you are, and sometimes a “can’t take it anymore”. And that’s your cue to stop, to let him rest while his chest rises and sinks as he breathes heavily, waiting until you can start riding him again, not yet knowing yourself whether you’ll let him cum this time, or if you want to keep playing with him. 

“Woo…” you breathe out, leaning in to scatter a trail of sloppy kisses up his sternum. “Such a good boy for me…” The way he looks at you when he opens his eyes makes your heart swell. There’s still so much warmth in his gaze, and so much desire too. He doesn’t care if you keep teasing him like this or if you finally grant him that release he so desperately needs - all he cares about is you making him feel good, one way or the other. And so you press a kiss to his lips, before slowly starting to roll your hips again.

X = (X) as a mark (does he like marking you/being marked? where?)

He enjoys marking his partner, but loves being marked up even more! If you set any rules like no marks where it’s hard to cover, he will absolutely annoy you by pretending as if he was trying to give you a hickey there, but he’ll never do it for real (unless maybe he’s drunk and goes a little overboard kalsjdfks). Instead he loves marking your chest especially, but the inside of your thighs and your hips are close seconds! As for him, he really doesn’t mind where you put your mark on him. Couldn’t care less if it’s somewhere that’s hard to cover - quite the opposite actually. He loves the thrill of knowing he’ll be in trouble the next day because of you sucking a mark into the skin on the side of his throat. He does see it as a way to mark you as his and vice versa, but it’s not among the most important parts about sex with you for him.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Average I’d say? He doesn’t need sex every day, though he wouldn’t mind! He certainly won’t say no if it’s something you want, but for him he’d be perfectly satisfied with only a few times a week, when you two really have the capacity to take your time with it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

Tbh he can fall asleep fairly quickly afterwards. However, he will always make sure to stay awake for a good amount of aftercare and some cuddles. Even when he’s spent and tired he doesn’t want to fall asleep on you immediately.

[promitto-amor]

Should Something Happen

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x You

Summary: While working as Jigsaw Apprentices, Amanda spoils some quality bonding time between yourself and Hoffman.

Warnings: Cursing!

Might this actually be a little bit of fluff? I wanted to do something involving the main Jigsaw crew and a protective Hoffman. 👀

Perhaps the only aspect of being an apprentice Mark enjoyed was the opportunity to work alongside you. Every trap crafted, every game played and every eventual death led Mark one step closer to his freedom. A life no longer in servitude for an impulsive act of vengeance. Mark had always struggled to quell his impulsiveness. It made him good in the field, Mark had earned a fair share of promotions for his quick actions, but his greatest mistake had cost him almost a year of servitude to Jigsaw himself. Until his sentence was up, until mark could be certain both John Kramer and his helper monkey were dead, he would carry out his part in the games with minimal complaint. In the meantime, he could find a steady contentment in watching the slackened, dream-like expression on your face as you fiddled with some shards of broken glass. 

“Careful,” Mark finds himself saying, “It’s not intended to spill your blood.”

You drop the shards back into the glass coffin and wander back to the workbench you’ve commandeered as a desk, “There’s so many traps,” You whine and if it were anyone else Mark would be grinding his teeth together. You flip your notebook onto a fresh page, “Who is this one for again?”

“I try not to make a habit of remembering names.” Mark answers, “Once you name something you get attached.”

You nod, “You’re right.” You pick up your pencil and hover it over the page. “Sadly I don’t have that luxury.” Mark keeps one eye on you as he cleans up his workbench, placing a set of screwdriver heads back in their assigned places. You think for a couple more minutes, your expression growing more pained till you drop the pencil again. “How can I write the tape for someone I know barely anything about?”

“Don’t ask me,” Mark says. “I’ve never been one for words.”

You give him a shrewd look, as if confirming his words. “You have special uses.” You say, jumping off your stool and heading over to a stack of boxes, freshly delivered.

“Oh yeah, like what?”

You send him a small smile, “Brawn, muscle, inside info…” 

“Is that all I am?” Mark can’t help the flicker of irritation he feels, “A meathead?”

“No,” You return to him, catching on you may have offended him. “You…” A couple teeth sink into your lip, “You’re the only one whose behaving.” 

Mark glances towards the open door, connecting the room to the rest of the Nerve Gas House, “Go on.”

You turn cagey, “Ever since Mexico…”

“Ah,” Mark nods, “Say no more.”

“I don’t like what I’ve been hearing.” You admit, “The aim of all this was never revenge.”

“Was it not?” Mark enjoys how your head lifts up to meet his gaze, “Was that not why you got mixed up in all this?”

You fix him with eyes of steel, “Maybe…” You admit, “But not anymore. Seems we’re cut from the same cloth, Detective.”

Mark likes how you say his title, pronouncing every syllable distinctly, “You don’t know me. Not really.”

“Maybe we should work on that?”

Something gives a leap inside Mark. Before he can answer you’re back at the delivery boxes and Amanda is thudding through the door. Her steel toe capped boots echo on the wood, little patches of dust springing up where she steps. She pauses on catching Mark stood in the centre of the room, “Admiring my work?” She asks, tilting her head.

“I thought John made this one?” You pipe up, before Mark can.

“He did.” Mark confirms, “That’s why this one has some refinement.”

“But it was my idea to add the…” Amanda’s points to the walls and then places her hands a couple inches apart. She presses them together slowly, applying pressure. The visual is enough for Mark to look away.

You busy yourself with the boxes again, “There’s nothing but syringes.” You take out one to show the two apprentices.

Mark tosses you a pair of gloves, “Put them on, they probably aren’t clean.”

You make a face and drop the syringe you’re holding, “Great. I’m going to need a check-up after this.”

“Be thankful you’re not the poor bastard diving in there.” Amanda smirks, heading over to inspect the coffin trap. “Is this one done yet?”

“Just needs a couple tests,” Mark says. “Any volunteers?”

“You first.” Amanda holds her arms up as if she’s a presenter, “Get in there, Detective.”

“What about you, babe?” Amanda slinks over to you and throws an arm around your shoulders, “The glass isn’t in yet, it’ll be like taking a good nap.”

“Stop trying to scare her.” Mark’s voice comes out with more bite than he expected. 

Amanda’s eyes flash, “Why you protective all of a sudden, Hoffman?”

Mark would never confess to the bitch before him, but he’s made a mistake and Amanda knows it. “We’re not testing anything without John here.”

Amanda makes a noncommittal noise.

“If John approves it, I’ll test it.” You offer, “I trust him.” Amanda jumps back into performance mode, “Aren’t they precious?”

“If you put this on.” You gingerly remove from another box a very familiar contraption and hold it out for Amanda to see. Mark grins behind Amanda’s back. He can just picture the colour draining from her face. Amanda doesn’t move as you walk past her with the Reverse Bear Trap in hand, “Very funny.” She calls, trying to reclaim some of her bravado.

“I thought so.” You counter, placing the device on the workbench.

Amanda’s scowl only becomes more prominent the longer she stares at her old trap, “Why is that here?” “Inventory.” You supply, “Or so I’m guessing.”

“Something old can always be re-used.” John wheels himself into the room. Wheelchair bound, he surveys the glass coffin standing pride of place in the middle of the room. “Is Laura’s test finished?”

“Almost,” Mark busies himself with checking over the gears situated behind the coffin.

“Laura,” You repeat, scribbling something on your pad. “I couldn’t for the life of me remember.”

John appears amused at your choice of words, “Writer’s block?” You look up as John wheels himself over to you. The Reverse Bear Trap is sat just a few feet away, Mark doesn’t like how close you are to something so barbaric. With you showing John your tape speeches and Mark still preoccupied with the gears, Amanda sulks in the middle. She makes her way over to Mark’s toolbox and grabs a wrench, right in John’s line of sight. Mark thinks it’s pathetic behaviour, how co-dependent she’s become since Mexico. He can see that your worries were justified. She makes her way over to the trap, but Mark has left her with nothing to do.

“There’s one glaring issue I see with this entire game,” You say in a low voice. You glance over to Amanda, “Won’t they all get suspicious if every one of them has a trap but her?”

“What did you say?”

“Amanda,” John cautions as his apprentice as she wheels round on the spot.

“I just worry that something will happen.” You say, closing your notebook and leaning against the workbench. “Are you really betting on all them failing and Daniel just being the last one left alive?”

“He doesn’t have a trap either.” Amanda points out, “I’m not the only one.”

“He isn’t being tested.” John states simply, “That is why you are there, Amanda. To protect him.” He turns back to you, “Nor is Amanda being tested.”

‘I still think we should put something in there.” You hold up your hands, “I think it’s foolish to leave it to chance.”

“Not if you can predict the outcome.”

Mark has heard it all before from John Kramer. He knows your attempts are futile, so he finishes up his work on the coffin and with nothing else to do, makes his way to the door. “I’m done for the night.”

“Thank you, Mark.” John says, “The game begins tomorrow. I presume you’ll be in position?”

“On the monitors.” He nods.

He’s been excused. Mark should go home and rest up for a long day ahead tomorrow. But he can’t quite bring himself to leave. John has resumed helping you with writing out the tape for the trap, but Mark doesn’t like how Amanda won’t leave the two of you alone. Her new behaviour has made him protective. Mark would have liked you to finish up at the same time as him. Perhaps he could offer to drop you home and they could work on getting to know each other.

“You want to put me in that.”

You, John and Mark all turn to Amanda, “What?” You ask.

Amanda nods, “That.” She points to the Reverse Bear Trap, “You want that to be my test. You want me to do it again?”

John glances imperceptibly to Mark. He swallows, so John shares their concern about his favourite apprentice. “Do you know how stupid you sound?” Mark cuts in, taking up what he hopes is a casual position beside you. “Everyone knows you already escaped it. 24/7 news coverage.” You’re still leaning against the workbench as Amanda walks around it, her eyes fixed on you as if you were prey. 

“It’s not a bad idea,” You taunt, “Some poetic justice”, but Amanda doesn’t find it clever. 

She shoves the Reverse Bear Trap toward you, “You don’t deserve to be here.” She hisses. Mark swears he can hear a ticking sound as you brace your arms on the table, “Of all the people to win, it had to be you didn’t it?” “Fair and square.” You return and Mark finds himself wondering for the umpteenth time just what your own game was. Before Amanda, before Mark himself joined Jigsaw, you were tested and won. His eyes fall on the scar on your neck, all that remains of your own brush with death.

“Use your brain,” You counter and your face is far too close to the trap as you glare back at Amanda Young. “You’d have to wake up in it, or someone would have to put you in it. I don’t think either of those are going to work in this game.”

“How about you wake up in it, you bitch?”

Mark’s hands snake around your middle and yank you back just as the trap rips open with a loud bang. The ferocity makes both you and Amanda jump. You would have fallen off your stool if not for Mark’s chest breaking your fall. He can feel the sharp breaths you take as the Reverse Bear Trap cools down and lies dormant once more.

“Amanda, take the trap and put it in my office.” John says. His apprentice turns wide, teary eyes on him, but John’s face is expressionless. “Now.”

She obeys instantly, taking the trap and striding out of the room.

Mark slides you back onto your stool, “Thank you.” You murmur, hand jumping instinctively to your neck.

“Are you alright?” John asks and you nod. Mark can see right through you, he could feel the tremors of your body against his. That was a close call. 

“She’s out of line, John.” Mark says, “I don’t know what the fuck happened over there, but it’s messed with her.”

“Amanda will be fine.” John insists, “She will play her part, so long as she isn’t provoked.” You nod, understanding your own fault but Mark refuses to admit to his own. “Now Detective, I believe we’re finished here. I will see you both tomorrow for the final preparations.”

Mark watches John wheel himself out. The moment he’s gone you rest your forearms on the workbench and place your head on them. You let out a deep sigh. Mark’s never been good at consoling anyone. It’s just not what he does. Not since Angelina…

He spots your fallen notebook and places it beside you, “Need a ride home?” “I don’t think I want to go home.” You say, your voice weak.

“You don’t want to stay here.” Mark says, “You can’t anyway. They all…arrive tomorrow.”

“How can you do that?” You lift up your head, “How can you willingly put people in here knowing they will probably die?” Mark meets your eyes, “I convince myself they deserve to suffer.”

“You don’t lie awake thinking about it?”

“No,” He’s being honest. “I think it’s one less shitty person out there.”

“Then you must think that about me.” You push some hair out of your eyes and wrap your arms around yourself. “I’m not…you know what I did-“

“And you know what I did.” Mark takes you by your forearms, “Do you think I’m a monster?”

Your eyes dart around the room and then land on the glass coffin, “Sometimes.” Mark allows himself time to digest that, it isn’t what he wanted to hear. But your hands come to rest on his own forearms and then you’re pressing your forehead into his chest, “But you make me feel safe. You help me.”

He didn’t expect to earn such close proximity again, this time deliberately. Mark pulls you closer, your hands slide up to rest on his chest and Mark curses his choice to remain in a jacket. Your warmth is tantalising as it seeps into him. Mark tucks you into his large frame and winds his arms back around you.

It feels good to be wanted.

With your face smushed into him, Mark rests his head atop yours. He doesn’t know what else he can do, so he lets his eyes close. “We can look out for each other.” He proposes, “Should something happen.”

“I’d like that.”

[cogentsummoner]

“Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

Smite soulmate au but hear me out- Both reader and Smite say it. Reader says it to Smite early on when they first start doing it, then Toshi says the same thing back to the reader later on as Small Smite 👀

85. “Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

author's note: so originally i wanted this to be far more connected thematically, but the two different ideas for the smut scenes really went in separate directions. this goes from very angsty to very horny at top speeds

Your fourth orgasm washed over you like a warm, soothing wave. Your thighs trembled on All Might's shoulders as he licked you clean of fresh arousal in that same soft, slow way he'd been doing everything tonight.

"Tuna," you said, tapping his head. He hummed, nodded, and moved to rest his head on your stomach, looking up at you. There was curiosity and a bit of concern in his eyes, but more than anything else... there was just this... melancholy that lingered in his gaze. Slight frown on your lips, you asked, "Are you alright? Why are you being so gentle with me?"

He blinked, a little startled by your question, and his immediate impulse was to dodge it. "What, is it that unusual for me to be gentle?" he asked, and while he tried to play it off as a joke, there was something raw buried there.

"No, I just... it's much more than usual tonight. Usually you're, um, a little rough in your eagerness. Not that I dislike that, of course. I like it when you’re rough."

All Might didn't answer you right away, nor did he meet your gaze. Finally, he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I just wanted to be gentle tonight, that's all."

That most certainly was not all. You could tell that easily. There was something else eating away at him, and you were going to coax it out of him.

"Okay, bunny," you said, running your hand through his hair. His big body seemed to relax a little at that, and you couldn't help but smile softly at him. "You know I'm here for you, though, right? If there is something you need to talk about?"

He still wouldn't look at you, but after another long pause he said, "If... if I can make you feel good, then I'm... I'm more than just..." The words seemed to catch in his throat, and he closed his eyes, frustrated.

"More than just what, bunny?" you prompted gently.

"...More than just a creature of violence," he murmured, finally meeting your gaze.

You let his words sit there for a few minutes, just running your hands through his hair to hopefully soothe him. Slowly, bit by bit, tension eased from his body.

"You are more than a creature of violence," you murmured at last. "You are more than a villain."

He sighed through his nose. "It's hard to feel that way sometimes."

"I know. I know," you said. And you did know- this was not a new fear for your soulmate, nor one that was hidden from you, and because you were so far removed from his life as a villain... when he felt he was drowning, he came to you for help. "Do you want to stay like this a little longer?"

He nodded, and you could see a cute blush on his cheeks as he snuggled against you a little bit more.

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"Come on, pumpkin, faster," Toshinori urged as you thrust into him with your strap on. "Why are you being so fucking gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough."

"God, you're fussy tonight, aren't you?" you shot back, an exasperated smile on your face. To his immense gratification, however, you did speed up, just a bit.

"I'm not being fussy," he complained. "I just want you to properly fuck me."

There was, of course, a fear he wasn't ready to voice just yet- that you were taking it easier on this form just because he... well. Because he looked like this. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to say that out loud yet, because he could feel your hands grab the underside of his thighs, and his guts churned in excitement.

"Well, fussypants, just remember that you asked for this," you said, your voice almost singsong as you pressed his knees to his chest and began fucking him in earnest.

"Oh- holy fuckin' shit," he groaned out as your hips crashed into his. This had been exactly what he was after, exactly what he wanted- you, fucking him so hard and so fast his brain couldn't hold onto any other thoughts besides the immense pleasure you were bringing him.

His back arched as you hit his prostate- once, twice, then over and over, overwhelming him completely. His orgasm built too fast, crashing down on him like a wave in a storm. Toshinori couldn't do anything but groan and writhe underneath you.

"P-pump-kin," he managed to gasp out, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. You weren't slowing down. In fact, you gripped his thighs harder and pressed him deeper into the bed, making it harder for him to squirm, even as you sent him spiraling into overstimulation.

"What is it, bunny?" you asked, voice dripping with a dangerous faux sweetness that made his cock throb. "I thought you wanted to be fucked properly?"

You made him come two more times, in rapid succession, before you even touched his cock.

"So... was that what you wanted?" you said afterwards, wiping you both down with a warm washcloth.

Dazed, still vaguely overwhelmed, but most of all satiated, Toshinori nodded.

Okay. He clearly didn't have to worry about you taking it easy on this form. Holy shit.

smut prompts / accepting.

[thanksbutno98]

maybe indy using the safe word 👀

Safe Word

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: loved this idea so I played around with it a bit. Contemplating doing a part 2 because it’s so short.

Summary: Some experimenting in the bedroom gets a little too intense.

Warning: Smut, porn with plot, p in v, choking, rough sex, violence, mentions of war, PTSD, not edited.

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It was a slow evening as you sat on your boyfriend John Prices couch. You were lounging with your legs dangling over the arm of the couch and your back resting against the soft cushions. John’s shirt and a pair of sleep shorts was all you wore as you relaxed after a long week of work.

You were channel surfing as John cleaned up after the dinner you made. Nothing good was on so you left on some movie you’d never seen. Turing you propped yourself up on your fore arms and watched your shirtless boyfriend meander around his kitchen. You couldn’t help but crave his body. Watching the toned muscles of his bare back flex as he washed the dishes by hand.

Days like these were few and far between. Being able to convince John to stay inside and lounge around in your pajamas together all day was rare. Normally he had some activity or task on his mind and you would accompany him for it. Today he wanted to go return his books to the library and then take you out on a nice date. You told him your version of a date today was being lazy and staying in together. It took some persuading but after you explained your work week from hell John conceded.

“What the fuck are you watching?” John was leaning over the kitchen peninsula now and staring intently at the television. His palms were pressed against the counter as he pushed his body weight up and small smirk on his stumbled face.

You had gotten distracted by his toned abdomen and the hair the adorned his torso and disappeared into his grey sweat pants. The thought of his hips snapping into you and the way his abs would quake when he finished inside of you taking over your mind.

“What?” Your eyes snapped up to meet his only to see him looking at the television in front of you. Having no clue you were checking him out.

Looking over you realized whatever movie you put on was in the middle of a full blown sex scene. The woman on screen was being held down and choked as her lover moved above her. It wasn’t anything too graphic but still it was eye catching. She looked like she was enjoying herself so you knew why John hadn’t looked away yet.

“You trying to tell me something?” John chuckled and made his way into the living room. The look in his eyes showed you he had lustful intentions. It was funny to you that a harmless sex scene in a movie was enough to get your ruggedly handsome boyfriend going. He was doing that walk where his hips swayed in confidence knowing it was a fool proof way to seduce you.

“I- No! But I mean if you want to choke me I’d be okay with it.” You were sat up now and hugging your knees to your chest with your legs still dangling over the arm of the couch.

It was hard not to flirt with a man as gorgeous as him, bare chested and carved from stone. John quirked an eye brow at your words as he stood in front of you. The height difference made John feel even more masculine most days but when you were eye level to his crotch, like you were now, it stirred something in him. The thought that you might blow him from that position running rampant in his mind.

“Choke you?” John asked. His rough left hand coming up and stroking your cheek. The pad of his thumb dusted over your plump lips. You knew in that moment he wanted some sloppy head because he only ever looked at your lips like this when he was gearing up to ask.

“Yeah, she seems to enjoy it. Maybe I would too.” With your head you motioned to the tv where the sex scene was still happening. Chuckling darkly you watched a shift in your boyfriend’s demeanor. You were about to get his rough side and you loved it.

“Dirty girl.” The words were practically growled at you as John dipped down and caught your lips with his.

The kiss was white hot as you both instantly melted into each other. Tongues mingling and hands wandering. Wrapping your arms around John’s neck his rough hands were sliding down your thighs and pulling you up by your ass and onto the arm of the couch. With spread legs you pulled away and watched your lover readjust his grip on your ass and hoist you into the air. His fingers dug into the plump flesh and he loved holding you up like this. Instinctually you wrapped your legs around his waist and started kissing his cheek and making your way to suck on his ear lobe.

“Yeah, you act like that’s new news.” Your hushed sultry words had John involuntarily thrusting to try and fine any friction. His grip on your ass tightening as he started to make his way down the hall to his bed.

“Fuckin love how naughty you are. Let me do whatever I want.” John mumbled into your ear. Groaning at how good your lips felt against his neck.

“Within reason.” You pulled away and gave him a cheeky smile. Your sexy demeanor faltering as you joked with the love of your life. John only chuckled, ready to wipe that smirk off your face.

A squeal left your kiss swollen lips as John threw you on to the bed. Your body landed amongst the pillows, messing up the neatly made sheets. Before you could catch your breath John’s large hands clasp around both your ankles and yanked you to the foot of the bed. You gasped letting out a chorus of giggles. Giving John doe eyes and a coy smile hoping he wouldn’t mind if you skipped the foreplay and got straight to molding you into the mattress.

Now resting on your forearms you lifted your hips and allowed your lover to slide your little sleep shorts down your legs and the haphazardly throwing them somewhere into his dimly lit bedroom. The only light on was the lamp on the bedside table that painted the room and your bodies in a faded orange glow. John fell to his knees and buried his face into your bare cunt. You hummed in approval loving how well he knew you. The feeling of his stumble prickling the skin on your inner thighs.

John’s tongue was massaging your clit and then his lips were soon attached to the bundle of nerves and sucking with perfect pressure. It felt so good your toes began to curl and you let John hear every sound of him making you feel good. That’s when you felt his thick fingers pressing against your lips asking for entrance. Opening your mouth you happily allowed John’s fingers to slide into your mouth and you sucked on them eagerly. It made John’s cock twitch in his pants as your tongue swirled around his digits. Pushing a bit further you gagged around John’s fingers egging your lover on.

“Taste so sweet, darling.” John mumbled into your heat. His lips now leaving sloppy kisses up your stomach, his fingers still buried inside of you and pumping lazily.

“I want you.” Your head was thrown back as you focused on the way John’s lips felt against your skin. The fabric of the shirt you were wearing began at slip upward so you lifted yourself up to sit slightly so John could rid you of it.

Your eyes met in the dim light and you both could see what the other desired. Lips crashing together John slid his fingers out of you and pushed forward, one hand grasping your thigh and the other lifting you by the small of your back. Wrapping your legs around his v shaped waist John brought you up the bed and laid you down so your head rested against his favorite pillow.

You watched intently as he pushed his baggy grey sweat pants down and exposed his swollen and hard cock. It bobbed once exposed and had a pearly white bead of precum leaking from the angry red tip. The way you moaned at just the sight of him had John’s lips against yours again and pushing forward. The reddened tip of his cock slid against your drenched folds. Pushing in you both gasped and moaned into each others mouths. You thanked John mentally for not making you wait or teasing you. Your tight warmth hugged John perfectly and you loved the stretch of how thick he was. You felt lucky for the morning sex you two had so you were prepped to dive right in with no foreplay.

John waisted little time. Thrusting quick and harshly into your sloppy cunt. The wet slapping sound filled his bedroom as you drenched Johns balls in your wetness. You were moaning uncomfortably and the sound you were making only turned John on more. John hoped he wouldn’t get strange looks from his neighbors with how loud you were being and the head board lightly thumping into the wall. The comment you made earlier coming to life in his horny brain.

“Still want me to choke you, beautiful?” John had both his hands planted on either side of your head so he could look down at your pretty face. You were shaking your head up and down unable to get the words out from the brutal fucking he was giving you. The way John’s pelvis was smacking into your clit with each thrust was tearing moans from you. You could feel the pressure building in your lower abdomen. It was overwhelming how large John’s cock was and it turned you into a mess most times he crawled on top of you.

“Gotta use your words.” John crooned feeling how you tightened around him. He had you right where he wanted you. Feeling small and vulnerable underneath him. John knew how much you loved playing the submissive role that fed his ego. It was a match made in heaven. John loved being dominant and in charge and you loved when he fucked you roughly into the mattress until you were seeing stars.

“Please, ch-oke me.” The words were hard to form in your mouth. You had both hands above your head and pressing against the head board to stop yourself from sliding up the bed and knocking your head against it.

“That’s my girl.” John moaned shamelessly feeling how his praise of you had you tighten and quiver around his impressive length. Taking a second to start snapping his hips into you faster to watch your breasts bounce with each thrust. He shook his head with a smug grin, mesmerized how he had you under his tumb. John was going to have you cumming hard and was determined to blow your mind.

Taking his right hand John wrapped his calloused fingers around your neck and squeezed lightly, not wanting to use too much pressure.

The feeling of John’s fingers clasped around your neck added something you weren’t expecting from the already mind blowing experience. It was erotic and had your back arching as you were pushed closer toward your orgasm. Handing over yourself and trusting John so implicitly was adding to the level of intimacy. The slight pressure and idea you couldn’t breathe even though you most definitely could was a new experience. You wanted to look John in the eye so he could see how good he was making you feel.

Your eyes fluttered open to see John staring down at you with a fucked out desperate expression; jaw slack and pupils blown wide.

But then John looked different.

In a split second you watched something change in his steel blue eyes. It went from lust filled to hatred. It looked like he wanted to hurt you. You had never seen him stare at you like that and it scared you for a second.

“Macaroon!” The safe word you two had established rang through the room.

You gasped slightly as Johns hand left your throat and his body rocketed off you. He stumbled backward off the end of bed and ran into the dresser behind him, small knickknacks falling over and a stack of paper sliding off and onto the floor. John was panting and sweating as if he’d just seen a ghost. He had turned white and looked petrified as he pulled his pants back into place, eyes glossed over and looking through you.

“What’s wrong?” You were sitting up looking at him with such worry and confusion. Your own panic beginning to set in seeing John so shaken in a matter of seconds.

You thought you would be the one to use your safe word in a moment like that, not him. John’s hand was on his chest as he started to panic. Shallow breaths huffing from his lungs violently and pain etched into his features. You were quick to throw your legs over the side of the bed and throw his shirt back on. Rushing over to him you watched as he began to sink to the floor, plopping down on his bum. John buried his face in his hands and had his legs bent. A violent gag wrenching from his throat. You quickly grabbed the waist bin and slid it in front of him.

“John what’s the matter? Should I call an ambulance.” You were knelt by his side watching as his normal steadiness vanished.

John was shaking and then the last thing you expected happened. John began to sob into his hands. Loud, deep, and pained cries leaving his shaking body. You had never seen him cry before, let alone at this intensity. He was choking out sobs through his ragged breathing and then gagging as if he was about to vomit.

“John please talk to me!” You yelled at him your own panic taking over. It was terrifying to watch John crumble in the blink of an eye.

Your demanding words finally got through to John. Your voice was distant in his clouded head. When he added pressure around your neck it was like you vanished from underneath him. Being replaced by a face he didn’t know the name of. Both his gloved hands wrapped around the man’s throat as he choked the life out of him.

John couldn’t comprehend he was having a flash back in the moment and freaked out. He could smell the gun powder and burning, rotting flesh. He could feel his knuckles straining and then a snap of the man’s neck against his palms like he had that day. It felt so real. The air was humid and John could feel his tactical vest weight heavy against his chest. The way his boots dragged against the ground when he got up and then immediately vomited after he had taken that man’s life playing over and over in his head.

Then your sweet voice rang through the cloud of smoke that had taken his mind. As soon as the memory came it was fading away. Looking up John saw you, his saving grace, staring back at him. The thought of what you two had just been doing and the memory that invaded his mind only had him panicking more. Had he hurt you? John couldn’t even remember how he ended up on the floor with a waist bin in front of him.

“John please what’s wrong?” There was panic in your eyes but John couldn’t quite get himself out of his head or his emotions. Feeling swallowed whole by a memory from years ago.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” John’s voice was strained as the words rumbled from his chest. You could see in his eyes he wasn’t quite with you. His mind was stuck on a plain between reality and a messed up memory that was playing tricks on him.

“You’d never hurt me.” You reassured him and wrapped him up in a hug. You were a bit hesitant to actually touch him now realizing he was suffering from PTSD. But John hugged you tight to his chest and started to catch his breath the crying beginning to subside.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” The words came out hoarse as they left John’s sore throat. He felt stupid for something like this happening in an intimate moment between you two.

It was humiliating.

The only times this had happened to him he’d been alone in his flat never with someone. John had been dealing with this on his own and now you had a front row seat to how fucked he was. The sinking feeling that you would leave him for this was beginning to set in. How could you continue to love him when he was messed up in the head. You deserved better.

“You stop that right now Johnathon.” Your words had John’s head snapping up.

“I love you.” You saw the pain in his face and felt him tensing. Having been with John for over a year now you had started to learn him pretty well and he told you it was like you could read his mind. But for you, it was all in the way he carried himself. You could see that same look he had the day he confessed you deserved better than a man like him. How you would realize it one day and leave.

Taking John’s face in your hand you could see the pain etched so deep in his eyes it may reach down to his soul.

“I am never leaving.”

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[neptunemooon]

Blazer & Blushes

The morning sun in Paris filtered gently through the hotel curtains, casting golden hues across Ruby’s suite. She was already awake, sitting by the window in her silk robe, makeup-free and glowing, her phone in hand. A smile tugged at her lips as she reread the latest message from Felix.

Felix 🐥 [08:17 AM]:

“Are you sure you’re ready to see me strut down the runway? You might fall in love 👀😏”

She giggled softly, thumbs tapping quickly in reply.

Ruby [08:18 AM]:

“A little too late, I already did 😜 But yes!! I’m so excited to see you walk! You’re going to look amazing, I just know it 🖤✨”

Felix 🐥 [08:19 AM]:

“Only if you’re watching 🥹”

They continued texting all morning—sweet, playful exchanges filled with emojis, teasing, and genuine anticipation. The Louis Vuitton 2025 show was always a spectacle, but this year felt extra special. Not just because Ruby had been personally invited again, or because she’d be sitting next to the fashion elite, but because Felix would be walking the runway.

As the afternoon approached, the buzz outside the venue grew louder. Paparazzi flashes painted the cobblestone streets, and fans lined up, holding signs for their favorite stars.

Felix arrived first, stepping out of the sleek black car in a structured LV suit, his hair slicked back in effortless style. The moment he walked onto the carpet, cameras clicked furiously. He gave a few waves, posed briefly, then disappeared inside.

Moments later, Ruby arrived.

Wearing a custom Louis Vuitton off-shoulder mini dress with a slight shimmer, her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her boots clacked softly on the pavement. She waved and smiled, eyes sparkling.

Just past the entrance, Felix stood chatting with a stylist inside the venue.

Ruby caught sight of him instantly.

“Lix!” she called brightly.

He turned, his face lighting up the moment he saw her.

“Ruby,” he said warmly.

They walked toward each other, and as cameras flashed in the background, they exchanged a public-friendly hug—a brief squeeze, professional yet affectionate.

“You look stunning,” he murmured low enough for only her to hear.

“You clean up nicely,” she teased back.

They shared a quick smile before separating with a playful nod. As Ruby made her way further inside, she bumped—quite literally—into someone unexpected.

“Oh! Unnie?” Ruby blinked, adjusting her balance.

Lisa from BLACKPINK grinned widely. “Ruby! It’s been forever!”

They laughed and hugged tightly before making their way to their seats—right next to each other.

“This show’s gonna be insane,” Lisa whispered.

Ruby nodded, her eyes already drifting toward the runway, knowing Felix would be walking any minute now.

The lights dimmed, the music swelled, and models began gracing the runway in sleek, futuristic ensembles. When Felix appeared, clad in a bold Louis Vuitton look—sharp tailoring, layered textures, and that signature confident stride—the crowd audibly reacted.

Ruby’s lips parted slightly, her eyes locked on him, admiration practically glowing from her expression.

Lisa leaned over and smirked. “Girl… you’re staring like he’s your wedding dress walking down the aisle.”

Ruby snapped her gaze to Lisa, blushing furiously. “I–I was not!”

“You were,” Lisa teased, nudging her side.

“I was just… appreciating fashion,” Ruby muttered, flustered.

“Right,” Lisa said, winking. “Fashion with a face like that.”

After the show ended, the audience erupted into applause. Ruby and Lisa rushed backstage, dodging the press, and finally found Felix.

“You killed it!” Ruby grinned.

Felix smiled brightly, cheeks a bit flushed. “Was it okay?”

Lisa laughed. “Okay? You owned it. Ruby couldn’t take her eyes off you.”

Ruby swatted Lisa gently, laughing through her embarrassment.

The three of them took a picture together—Felix in the middle, arms around both girls. The flash caught Felix mid-laugh, Ruby leaning into his shoulder, Lisa throwing a peace sign.

Later, at the after-party in a posh Parisian venue, guests began arriving in separate luxury cars. Inside, amid a sea of models, designers, and celebs, Ruby and Felix were spotted sitting side by side, sipping on sparkling mocktails and chatting with none other than Nicolas Ghesquière, the creative director of Louis Vuitton.

They laughed, swapped stories, and posed for a few elegant candids.

But Ruby subtly tugged at the hem of her dress every few minutes. It kept riding up as she sat, and it was driving her crazy.

Felix noticed.

Without a word, he slipped off his tailored blazer and gently placed it over her legs.

She blinked in surprise. “Felix… I can’t take this—”

He softly pushed it back when she tried returning it. “Keep it on. You'll be more comfortable, and that’s what matters.”

Ruby bit her lip, cheeks turning a soft rose as she shyly smiled. “You’re too sweet.”

Felix chuckled and nudged her shoulder with his. “Only for you.”

Time slipped by quickly, and eventually, Ruby glanced at her phone.

“I’ve got to head out,” she said, looking regretful. “Schedule’s packed tomorrow.”

Felix nodded. “I’ll walk with you.”

They both stood, bidding Nicolas goodbye with warm thanks. As they reached the hallway outside the venue, Ruby stopped and turned to Felix.

“Thanks again… for this,” she said softly, slipping her arms out of his blazer and holding it out with both hands. “You should take it back.”

But Felix gave her a small shake of his head, a half-grin curling at his lips. “Nah. It looks better on you.”

Ruby rolled her eyes playfully, but her voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “If people see me wearing your blazer when we leave, they’re going to get suspicious.”

At that, Felix raised an eyebrow, stepping a little closer. “So let them,” he said, teasing but with a hint of sincerity that made her heartbeat flutter.

She opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by the muffled sound of cheers and camera clicks from outside. A staff member gestured that it was time.

With a small sigh, Ruby nodded, giving in for now. She handed the blazer back to Felix and offered him a grateful smile.

“I’ll see you out there,” she said, then pushed open the doors and stepped into the night.

Immediately, flashes erupted and fans called her name.

“Ruby!” they called.

“Ruby, over here!”

“Ruby, you look so beautiful!”

She smiled brightly, signing a few posters, waving, and taking a moment with each fan. But the Paris night had turned sharply cool. A breeze brushed her bare arms, and goosebumps rose instantly. She shivered slightly, trying not to show it.

Then, without a word, something warm settled gently over her shoulders.

Her breath caught as she looked down—it was the same blazer. His blazer.

Fans who witnessed the sweet gesture instantly gasped.

“Awww!”

“Felix is such a gentleman!”

“Oh my God, Felix is such a sweetheart!”

Ruby turned her head. There he was—Felix, just a few steps behind, politely greeting fans, his cheeks visibly flushed under the flickering camera lights. When their eyes met, she gave him a smile that said thank you without needing any words.

He smiled back, awkward and bashful, as he continued signing autographs—but he looked proud.

A moment passed between them, quiet amidst the noise.

Ruby’s car pulled up first. With a final wave to the fans, she slipped inside, clutching the blazer tightly around her. As the car began to pull away, glancing out the window, there he was again, Felix turning just in time to wave. His own ride had just arrived.

Later that night, the two reunited at a cozy restaurant where both their teams were waiting.

The restaurant was tucked away in a quiet corner of Paris, the kind of place only locals and longtime lovers of the city knew. Inside, it was warm and intimate—dim lighting, flickering candles on each table, and soft jazz playing softly in the cozy space. Red velvet curtains framed the windows, and the scent of truffle and fresh herbs danced in the air.

Ruby stepped inside, still wearing the oversized blazer Felix had draped over her shoulders earlier. It swallowed her frame a little, but she looked effortlessly chic—and everyone noticed.

At a long table near the back, both her and Felix’s staff were gathered, already deep in conversation and laughter. But it was the seat beside Felix that remained empty…waiting just for her.

Felix saw her the moment she walked in. His gaze softened, and a smile tugged at his lips as he stood up slightly, pulling her chair out for her.

“Milady,” he teased gently, bowing his head.

Ruby giggled, a bit flustered. “Such a gentleman tonight.”

“Only for you,” he whispered, just low enough that she heard.

She slipped into the seat beside him, her shoulder brushing his lightly. The others welcomed her, complimented her look, and gushed over Felix’s walk on the runway again. Plates began arriving soon after—vegan dishes made especially for Ruby, while Felix opted to eat the same in solidarity.

“I asked them to make everything vegan,” he whispered to her as the first plate was placed in front of them.

Ruby blinked at him, touched. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He smiled, shrugging casually. “I wanted to. It’s kind of sweet sharing everything with you, don’t you think?”

Her heart did a tiny backflip.

Throughout the dinner, Ruby and Felix exchanged little moments—forks clinking as they shared bites from each other’s plates, their legs brushing beneath the table, they leaned in closer, whispering things no one else could hear. It was sweet—romantic in a soft, quiet way.

When dessert arrived—a delicate matcha tiramisu—Ruby scooped a spoonful and offered it to Felix without thinking.

He blinked. “Really?”

She shrugged. “Only fair. You ate my tofu earlier.”

He leaned in and took the bite, then dramatically declared, “Best dessert I’ve ever had.”

They both laughed. Her staff exchanged looks. His manager tried not to smirk.

At one point during the dinner, someone made a joke at the far end of the table, and everyone burst into laughter. Ruby turned to look at Felix, and he was already looking at her, his eyes reflecting the soft amber light from the candles.

“What?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “Just... happy you’re here.”

Ruby's cheeks warmed. She turned to her glass of sparkling water, hiding her smile as she took a sip.

The dinner slowly wound down. The staff began filtering out, one by one, thanking the hosts and offering goodbyes. But Ruby and Felix lingered.

They moved to a quieter booth tucked near the side, a little more hidden. Their conversation turned softer, deeper.

“I never imagined we’d be doing this,” Ruby said, swirling her drink in her glass. “Sharing a Paris night like this.”

Felix leaned in, resting his chin in his hand. “I think I imagined it,” he said. “After we met at the last show... something about you stuck in my mind.”

Ruby looked at him, slightly breathless.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re... different. You don’t just walk into a room—you change it. You make it brighter, even in the dark.”

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “That was so cheesy.”

“But true,” he said, smiling wide now.

Ruby looked down at the blazer still wrapped around her. She clutched the edge gently.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel like this before,” she whispered.

Felix reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, letting his fingers linger for a heartbeat too long.

“I hope that’s a good thing,” he said quietly.

“It is,” she whispered.

There was a pause. The room seemed to quiet, the music fading into the background. Just them. Just this moment.

Then—

Buzz. Ruby’s phone vibrated.

A message from her manager:

Manager Hyung:

“Your car is arriving in 5 mins!”

She sighed, then showed Felix the message.

“I guess Cinderella’s gotta run.”

Felix grinned. “I should probably head out too. Want some company?”

They stepped outside together into the cool Paris night, the sky dusted with stars. Her car pulled up, sleek and silent. She looked at him one more time, reluctant.

She slowly began to take off the blazer.

But Felix reached forward, stopping her gently.

“Keep it.”

She blinked. “Again?”

He nodded. “Just for tonight. Let it keep you warm.”

Ruby hesitated, then gave him the softest smile.

“Okay.”

She looked up at him, the night’s warmth still glowing in her chest.

“Tonight was perfect,” she said softly.

Felix tucked his hands in his pockets, smiling down at her.

“I think any night with you would be.”

And then, impulsively—just before stepping into the car—she rose on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his lips. A light brush, soft and sweet.

Felix froze for half a second, his hand rising instinctively to the spot where her lips had been.

She winked at him. “Merci, monsieur.”

The car door shut, and the vehicle slowly pulled away, leaving Felix standing there, stunned, smiling like a fool.

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Love and Deepspace LI and MC Fragrance Headcanons from a Candle/Perfume Maker

Have had this thread pinned on my Twitter for a bit and thought I might as well bring it over here.

Once upon a time, I used to make candles and body sprays based on characters from various IPs. I unfortunately had to give that business up for a multitude of reasons, but mixing fragrances is still very much a passion of mine, so when I get into LaDS, I of course started thinking about fragrances for them.

That said, I also had the thought that I wanted to do what each of the LI's smell like as well as perfumes I think each of the LI's would like to smell on their MC's. So when I came across this tweet from Meg a while back, I QRT with my idea dump, which is below!

Zayne

Slate/Black Ice, Pine, Jasmine, Sandalwood, Palo Santo, a tiny hint of Peppermint Patty for mintiness and sweetness, and a hint of Patchouli

Going for a cold earthiness, like a frozen winter forest, but Men's Cologne edition. I actually started mixing this one lol

Zayne's MC

Sweet Jasmine, White Tea, a hint of Pear, Vanilla, and a little bit of Patchouli as a base note

Soft and sweet, just a tiny bit of a fruitiness to it but mostly leaning on the jasmine and everything else is just there in small quantities to enhance the jasmine

Sylus

Tobacco, Patchouli, Leather, Smoke, Black Pepper, Clove, Cedar, and some Amber and Whisky to have some top notes there

Going for a smoky, spicy, but smooth masculine scent that's very bottom heavy, and very reminiscent of a high end cologne

Sylus' MC

Pomegranate, Blackberry, Amber, Clove, Cedar, Tobacco

The Persephone to Sylus' Hades. This mix of these fragrances in the right ratio gets you a rich red wine kind of scent. Bumping up the tobacco and clove a bit adds a spiciness to match Sylus' beloved sorceress

Xavier

Sandalwood, Clean Cotton, White Musk, and hints of Lavender, Sage, and Lily

Going for a mix of cozy blankets in warm afternoon sunshine, plus some brighter notes reminiscent of a nighttime meadow (had the animation that precedes his 5* wishes in mind)

Xavier's MC

Sweet Cherry, Cherry Blossom, Rose, Soft Vanilla, and a hint of Teak for a bottom note

Also going for a soft sweater vibe, but more feminine with a hint of fruitiness, almost like a scented lip gloss that makes you want to eat it (or kiss their lips 👀)

Rafayel

Plumeria, Hibiscus, Driftwood, tiny hints of Coconut and Pineapple to add extra beachiness, Teak Wood, Oakmoss (adds a marine element at the right ratio), and a hint of Clove as a nod to his fire evol

Tropical flowers and a warm ocean breeze in summer

Rafayel's MC

Guava, Clean Cotton, Patchouli, Sweet Sandalwood, Lavender, Citronella, Sage

Summer sweetness, tanned skin after a sunny day on the beach, with a hint of fermented ocean plants

Caleb

African Musk, Apple Cider, Bourbon, Oakmoss, Clove, a hint of Citrus for little extra top note action

A musky, masculine scent with a little nod to his apple association. It's a little outdoorsy and also a little sweaty

Caleb's MC

Apple Blossom, Orange Blossom, Lavender, Lily, Tobacco

Really going for a fresh breeze on a summer day, a picnic in the park in late spring, a field of sunflowers warmed by sunlight vibes

Would love to hear any thoughts anyone has, or personal headcanons. I LOVE talking anything fragrance-related!

Also, as a Zayne and Sylus main, I will fully concede that Xavier, Raf, and Caleb might not be totally spot-on, though I did try my best. Totally open to any critiques!