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Kinder Worlds
âSo,â Tony started as Nebula as carefully lined up her next shot. Theyâd played in silence thus far since Nebula had shown up out of the blue and demanded a game. âSomething wrong?â he asked. âYou normally donât just show up.â
âDo you think I can see this Terra?â she asked, instead of responding to his question. âYou spoke of âhamburgersâ I would like to try them.â
Tony considered her, then decided not to push. He grinned. âOh, we can try all sorts of things. Iâve got a photostatic veil if you want to go out in stealth modeââ Heâd told her the first time she showed up that she was fine, but she seemed to like âstealth modeâ. ââthough if you want to go as you are, thatâs fine.â Most people had gotten used to aliens, the few that hadnâtâRoss came to mindâTony could handle. âOr we can order in. Whatever you want.â
Nebula gave this her standard due consideration. âI would like to go out,â she decided. âAnd I will wear the veil. Stealth is imperative; I would prefer people to underestimate me.â She paused. âPerhaps we can visit your spider child. Or your wizard.â
Tony considered that. It was a Saturday, which meant no school. âPeter will definitely join,â he told her. âPicnic in Central Park with hamburgers with you? Yeah, thereâll be no keeping him away. Stephen⌠Hit or miss if heâll join.â
Stephen was, unfortunately, almost always busy with something, it could make it difficult to meet up with him, though Tony still thought that every opportunity was worth it. Especially after things had⌠developed between them in ways Tony would never have expected.
He pulled out his phone and sent out a text to âTeam Titanââor at least that was what Peter had named themâto invite them both.
From: Tony Stark
Picnic at Central Park! Nebulaâs here!
Iâll provide the foodâprepare for burgers.
He shifted so that he could take a selfie of the both of themâsomething Nebula put up with with a sighâbefore sending that along as well.
From: Spiderling
Oh my word! Are we finally introducing Nebula to hamburgers?
Peter always had been quick on the uptake.
Iâll be there!
âThatâs Peter decided,â Tony said cheerfully. Who knows if weâll hear fromââ
From: Merlin
I would appreciate far more warning for something of this nature.
I am not at your beck and call.
Tony rolled his eyes. Picnics were always best when they were spontaneous, everyone knew that. Or at least every picnic heâd ever been on had been of the âyou know what, I want a picnicâ variety and the majority of them had been enjoyable.
Though there had been that time with the ant invasion⌠he shuddered. Not to be repeated.
And of course, a few had involved drinking and he honestly didnât remember them, but he was sure theyâd been great.
Alas, the difficulty of being sober, that wasnât an option anymore.
From: Tony Stark
Oh please. Not like I knew Nebula was coming.
Whereâs your spontaneity, Stephen?
âAll right,â Tony said, standing up. âLetâs get you set to go and then weâll go get us burgers and other delicious food so you can experience a proper Terran picnic.â
Nebula nodded, satisfied.
His phone dinged.
From: Merlin
I supposeâsince Nebula is presentâI can condescend to join you for a âpicnicâ.
Tony snorted.
From: Tony Stark
Please, donât pretend you donât like me and Peter. Weâre absolutely in your top five people.
From: Spiderling
Top four!
Can we get ice cream?
Tony glanced up at Nebula. âHow do you feel about ice cream on this spontaneous picnic?â
âI was partial to your âStark Raving Hazelnutsâ,â she told him seriously. âI would not mind if we were to indulge in some.â
Tony grinned at her. He still wasnât entirely certain whether she really liked Stark Raving Hazelnuts, or if it was because she felt that choosing Stark Raving Hazelnuts was a sign of loyaltyâand Nebula was nothing if not loyalâand refused to try anything else. âStark Raving Hazelnuts it is.â And he supposed he could pick up some Hunka Hulk of Burning Fudge for Stephenâs sake.
The traitor.
They got Nebula suited up in a photostatic mask and glove set before heading out. The drive from the compound to the city wasnât too long and Nebula spent most of the time factually relaying her adventures since the last time she had visited and texting with Stephen and Peter on his phone to finalize their plans.
They made several stops to gather the requisite food before Tony took them to Central Park.
Both Peter and Stephen were already there sitting on a blanket that Peter had brought, when he and Nebula arrived at the spot theyâd ended up agreeing to.
Peter proved his priorities by grabbing the bags of food and setting it on the blanket, plopping down and immediately starting to divvy up the food.Â
Tony rolled his eyes while Stephen stood, stepping close and pressing a quick kiss to Tonyâs lips. Nebula and Peter made a simultaneous disgusted noise as though he and Stephen had started making out in front of them. Tony considered flipping them off, but then decided it was probably not a good idea to set a bad example for Peter and the gesture would be lost on Nebula anyways.
He stepped away from Stephen and grinned up at his sort of, kind of boyfriend.
Stephen smiled back at him.
âFood,â Peter called out, interrupting the moment. âAnd Iâm starving, so if you donât sit down and eat Iâm stealing your food too.â
âI brought enough for even you,â Tony said. Still, he and Stephen both sat down and grabbed their plates and hamburgers.
Tony looked around at the group and their spontaneous picnic, Peter hoarding the food, Nebula examining everything with her careful scrutinization, Stephen sending a knowing smile in his direction.
Huh.
Kinda perfect.
#stephen strange#tony stark#peter parker#nebula#fic#ironstrange#this got way too long#but I wanted to write some Nebula#so there we are
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Ok so I'm a very new fan of CBS Ghosts and I am absolutely obsessed! I became very quickly emotionally attached to all the characters and the show is just so funny and charming in every way.
I was excited when first getting into the show to watch the original version when I finished BC yay! More of this concept on a different historical context! But then in my search to find fandom spaces for CBS Ghosts I was discouraged to find so much unnecessary hate towards the show I'd really come to love from the BBC fandom. I honestly will never understand what the BBC shooters who feel like they have to insert their hating voices to spaces meant for people who like and actually watch the show get from doing so. I get wanting to promote your fav show but how does shitting CBS and telling fans to watch BBC instead help sell your show? Both shows could peacefully coexist but some BBC fans really out there acting like the CBS version they didn't even watch just existing is the worst sin that could ever be committed.
But anyways that's not the point of this post. I actually wanted to talk about my journey currently watching the BBC version after completely falling in love with CBS.
I will admit that I have biases watching that I wish I didn't. It's almost subconsciously out of spite for all the times I've seen BBC fans INSIST it's a masterpiece and better written than CBS. It's also probably my emotional attachments to the CBS characters that make it a little tougher to feel close to the BBC characters. I've taken into account the things that make me a little more critical in my watching experience and try to push them aside so I can enjoy the show as it is.
It's what fans of both show need to do (and lots already have) BC despite the shows having the same concept and having similar character tropes and some of the same jokes/punchlines, they are vastly different shows. A lot of the critiques I have towards BBC comes down to me being used to the tone and characters in CBS so adjusting to the different takes on the concept that BBC had is a bit of a tonal shock. In this sense I completely understand avid BBC enjoyers being put off by CBS at first. But it's not a matter of bad writing like some fans insist, it's just DIFFERENT.
Honestly I find them to be about the same in terms of quality and writing. I bust a gut laughing watching both and thoroughly enjoy the different ghost antics that both versions get up to. Each show explores the concept in different and fun ways which really makes them both worth the watch. I just think it's unfair to say one is bad just BC it's different.
CBS isn't trying to be exactly like BBC. Where BBC functions closer to a comedy drama, CBS functions more like a slice of life (slice of death if you will) sitcom. Where BBC builds the relationship between the ghosts and Allison slowly overtime, CBS jumps right into it to establish a feel good nature to the show focused on the bonds they have with each other. CBS is also very camp in a way that I love. It's very important to understand that the tones of these shows are fundamentally different and I think both work really well for what they're trying to be.
This is entirely too long but I just wanted to get my thoughts out. I'm enjoying the BBC version so far but I wanted to discuss how my biases were playing into my viewing experience. I also feel like I needed to rant since so much of the criticism I've seen towards CBS feel very silly and like people are just trying to find an arbitrary thing to complain about and call it bad writing without taking into account it's like that BC the show functions differently in tone. And that this goes both ways! Acknowledge your biases folks and don't spread unnecessary hate in spaces where people just wanna spread their love for a show they genuinely enjoy! Don't yuck my yum and I won't yuck yours!
#cbs ghosts#i wont tag the other show bc honestly the fandom scares me a little#ghosts cbs#im attached to my silly CBS ghosts! sue me!#at least I'll admit that i have biases#i refuse to let them get in the way of my enjoyment of the other show bc i am having fun watching it#some of their criticisms toward cbs just anger me tho#like someone said the cgi in cbs was really bad ???#sure them walking through the walls in the 1st episode isnt the best but you cant tell me that fanny falling out the window is good cgj
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cherry wine â lando norris
lando norris x fem!reader [6.8k] summary: this is what you got for humouring him. lando was bored during the break and needed something to latch onto, it was just unfortunate timing that heâd become weirdly obsessed with your journey to⌠climax. warnings: 18+ best friends to lovers, explicit smut, experimental masturbation, sex toys, public sex, oral sex (f receiving), inexperienced reader a/n: okay so HEAVILY requested and it was a lot of fun to write this so i hope you find this equally enjoyable to read it!! thank you for all your love lately, it makes my heart sososo happy. as always, don't be a ghost reader, i'd love to hear your thoughts :) ily enjoy
You walked quickly, one foot in front of the other to put some space between you and the restaurant youâd just been spending the past godforsaken hour in. The shoes you were wearing pinched your toes uncomfortably and you willed yourself to hold out for just a few more moments as your phone vibrated in your hand.
I see you, the text read and you looked around the dark street before landing on the McLaren parked by the curb on the other side of the street. It wasnât hard to miss, given how incredibly flashy and shiny it looked under the street lamp.
You hurried over, like the guy was going to come out of the restaurant and chase you, opening the door and taking a seat with an exaggerated sigh, happy that the night was over and you were in a safe space again. You reached over and slipped your shoes off with a grumble, sitting upright and finally looking over at your best friend behind the wheel.
Lando was giving you a half-amused look, eyebrows raised with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his phone. His jaw was working incessantly on the piece of gum, and it was annoying you how it seemed to add to the smugness he was radiating. You gritted your teeth and gestured with your hand to the wheel.
âCouldnât you have picked another car?â You asked, referring to the over the top McLaren you were currently sitting in.
âYou say that as if I have more cars to choose from.â Lando turned the key in the ignition. âBesides, youâre the one who hates the Jolly.â
You grimaced because he was right, it was a humours looking thing and though your friend drove for a living, it was the most unsafe youâd felt while sitting in it. The car didnât even have seatbelts or doors.
âCan we get smoothies on the way home?â You asked, changing the subject and it didnât go unnoticed by Lando who threw you a sideways glance as he pulled out of the parking spot. âIâm dying for something cold.â
âSure.â He nodded slowly and you knew what he was waiting for but you werenât in the mood to indulge him just yet.
The date had been a disaster, as had all the other four previous dates. Youâd let him choose the place, not expecting the extravagant restaurant with the overpriced menu but youâd brushed it off because you - quite frankly - refused to have another failed date. The night hadnât gone better though.
âSo, are you gonna make me beg?â Lando broke the drawn out silence, shooting you a half smile. âWhat was wrong with him this time?â
âHe claimed to have forgotten his wallet.â You sucked your teeth in mild irritation. âWe only had drinks before he was shamelessly staring at the waitresses arses and making them feel uncomfortable.â
Lando made a sound in his throat that sounded a lot like sympathy and you were grateful for it. He had a habit of poking fun at your disastrous dates and sometimes you allowed it because they were comically bad. But he could also recognise when the time wasnât right and it definitely wasnât, this time.
âHe sounds like a twat.â He took a turn into your favourite convenience store and shot you a searching glance. âDonât tell me you paid for him.â
You rolled your eyes. âOf course not, I paid for my part and then hid in the restrooms to call you.â
Not to mention the fact that the man had become so pissed that he wasnât even there when youâd gotten out of the restrooms, not even bothering to stay around to hear your well rehearsed excuse. They had started to flow so naturally, with how many times youâve had to use them.
Something about that made you very bitter and also hopeless.
âGood girl.â Lando reached over to pat your thigh. âDonât let fuckheads like him walk all over you.â
You huffed out a humourless laugh, swatting his hand away and watching him unbuckle his seatbelt before reaching for his wallet between you. Lando paused and glanced up at you.
âThe usual?â He asked, rather uselessly because you never picked anything else than mango flavoured smoothies.
But you still humoured him with a nod and watched him climb out and head for the store. You watched him in silence, tearing your eyes away when they started drifting down and scolding yourself for checking your best friend out. What the hell was wrong with you?
You told yourself it was because of the long line of failed dates. Monaco was full of twats and rich snobs who couldnât see past their noses. It was hard to not take it personally though and you were starting to enter the dangerous territory of self doubt. Maybe you were the one who was too picky, or boring or even too inexperienced to know what to do with men who showed an ounce of interest in you.
Adulthood was truly a rude awakening.
The scuffle of shoes against pavement drew you out of your thoughts and you looked to your side just in time for Lando to open the door and climb inside. He was juggling two cups and a inconspicuous plastic bag so you hurried to grab the cups from him before he ruined the beautiful and expensive interior.
âWhatâs that?â You asked, curiosity getting the better of you, nodding at the plastic bag as you took a sip of your drink.
There was something in Landoâs face that unnerved you a bit, making you frown when he plucked his cup from your hands and thrust the bag into it instead. Whatever was in the bag was a little heavy, but your interest was piqued enough to set the cup in the holder and peer inside.
It took a second for you to realise what you were looking at, feeling your body go up in flames when your eyes finally registered what was sitting in front of you.
âLando!â You yelped, letting go of the bag like it had burnt you. âWhy â What ââ You scrunched your nose as your friend cackled, rather amused by your reaction. âDid you get that from the store?â
He nodded with the straw between his lips, looking all kinds of cheeky and you reached over to slap at his arm.
âI didnât even know they sold things like these in there.â You looked down at your lap where the bag was resting, frowning a little dubiously at it like it was gonna come alive and bite you.
âThey do.â He said, rather unhelpfully. âI wonât be able to look Mr. Lorenzi in the eyes after that but it was worth it.â
You let out a small laugh at the thought before you went quiet, separating the flaps of the bag and reaching inside.
Bullet vibrator, discover a happy you.
The slogan made you snort unattractively, waving the packaging in your hand and hearing it rattle as you gave the curly haired man a bemused stare.
âWhy would you buy this?â You asked, letting him grab the offending thing from your hand when he reached for it.
He turned it in his hand, looking all too happy about it that it made something weird swirl in your stomach. You busied yourself with taking a sip of your smoothie, but it tasted like ashes in your mouth all of a sudden.
âItâs for you.â He said and you rolled your eyes. âWhat? Itâs a neat looking thing. Itâs in coral and itâs got⌠Twenty functions! Fuck me.â
His voice went up in slight wonder and the whole situation felt so bizarre that you couldnât even find the right words to use.
âWhy would you buy that for me?â You asked, a little irked and Lando mustâve sensed the shift of tone in your voice because he glanced up from where heâd been reading from the packaging, eyes a little wide in the darkness.
âYouâve told me about your problem.â He said, slowly like he was choosing his words carefully. âThis might help you along a bit.â
âYou promised not to throw that in my face!â You squeaked, feeling your face warm up and Lando jumped when you shot your hand out to slap him.
âIâm not!â He loudly protested. âIâm not making fun of you, Iâm just saying. This will make you come.â
You slapped your hands to your face, not even caring about the makeup youâd spent hours putting on, and groaned loudly in hopes to make him shut up. It wasnât like this was the first time you talked openly about sex, but you didnât really like it when your masturbation habits were the topic. It was odd.
âIâll never drink again.â You promised but you both knew it was a lie.
It had been a small moment of vulnerability, one that you barely remembered but you could recount the embarrassing parts and thatâs what made you feel a little sick to your stomach. Youâd come home after a late night of drinking and the both of you had sat face to face on his couch and talked about anything between the heavens and earth. You didnât even know how it came up in conversation, but Lando wasnât gonna stop you as you confided in him about your issues.
Okay, so maybe you had a hard time making yourself finish. Maybe you were more inexperienced than the average twenty something year old, but you werenât ashamed of it. You were well and truly aware that everyone were in different stages of their lives but it still made you a little sad sometimes.
Especially when your dates turned out to be pits.
âJust take it, bug.â Lando slipped the package into the plastic bag and placed it in your lap. He started the engine and you took some comfort in the rumble of it. âLet me know how it goes.â
* * * *
itâs a 2/10
You fired off the text before you could overthink it, letting your phone fall to your stomach as you glanced at the offending phallic shape on your bed. Maybe you werenât in the right headspace, or maybe it was just wrong for you. But it definitely didnât feel right and youâd given up after twenty minutes of nothing but frustration.
The vibration of your phone made you jump slightly and you picked it up.
nooooo
did you give it a real try though?
of course I did, you melt
itâs just not working
The next time you saw Lando, was when Max had invited your group of friends for a pub crawl. Max had already ordered a round when you came stumbling in, a little late and warm from having hurried all the way over from your apartment. You went around to greet everyone with kisses and pats to the shoulders before taking a seat in the booth beside Lando.
He draped an arm over the backrest and poked you in the shoulder, prompting you to look up at him.
âI have something for you.â He said and you frowned at the smile on his face, shaking your head when recognition struck you.
You glanced around the table to make sure no one was listening in before leaning into him. Landoâs eyes flitted to your mouth when you got close and you did your best to ignore it and the flicker of heat in your belly.
Christ, you really needed to get laid. There was no way that you were finding your best friend hot. The very same best friend whoâd burp in your face after having fizzy drinks and pee with the bathroom door open because he knew the sound of the stream made your skin crawl.
âNot again.â You whispered, a little sternly because you werenât going to be put through that again.
But you figured that this is what you got for humouring him. Lando was bored during the race break and needed something to latch onto, it was just unfortunate timing that heâd become weirdly obsessed with your journey to⌠climax.
âThis oneâs supposed to be better.â He said, like thatâd help you change your mind. âItâs a⌠stimulator.â
âDo I even wanna know what itâs supposed to stimulate?â You asked quietly, like your cheeks werenât already fifteen degrees hotter.
It was clear that Lando was enjoying this way more than you were, smile too cheeky and happy and his cheeks were flushed. It couldâve been from the alcohol heâd consumed, judging by his breath but you knew that he wasnât a lightweight.
Lando glanced down at you and your eyes widened at the smirk playing on his lips, placing both your hands over your crotch.
âI think you know.â He whispered, giggling a little when you pushed at him.
Thatâs how you found yourself staring at the new packaging on your bed, eyebrows knitted together in contemplation. You didnât really know how something called a clit sucker was supposed to get you there and you really didnât want to know where Lando had gotten it from.
You knew that if he kept this up, youâd end up with a nightstand drawer full of sex toys that did absolute fuckall to do their job. Maybe the few drinks youâd had earlier would help you relax a bit.
So with that in mind, you yanked your pants off and laid back on your bed, legs a little spread and eyes fastened on the ceiling. You tried to ignore the dread filling your stomach as you brought the toy between your legs, holding the button with the pad of your finger until it buzzed to life.
âShit.â You swore quietly as you directed it between your legs, kind of enjoying the buzzing as you moved it around.
The moment it touched your clit, you jumped and moved your hand away. That hadnât felt as good as youâd hoped, and you sighed in slight irritation.
It was like the universe was in on some kind of sick joke to make your life a living hell, because your phone vibrated on your nightstand and you glanced over to see Landoâs name on your screen. You ignored it, turning yourself around and laying down on your stomach to give it a second try.
The toy was still buzzing, making a sound that was a little bit distracting but also easy enough to ignore as you went under your panties this time. You knew that you shouldâve probably worked yourself up or even invested in lube because you were everything but turned on at the moment. And not to mention how the dry silicone only made it all the more unpleasant.
Your phone vibrated again, another incoming text and you buried your head into your pillow to groan out loud before tossing the toy away. You watched it roll over the edge of the bed, landing on the floor with a clatter that made you grimace.
you tried it yet? ;)
Iâm guessing by the silence that you have
It took a great amount of control to not roll your eyes at the winky face. You also refused to smile at how you couldâve easily imagined his face right now.
youâre taking an awful lot of interest in my sex life, itâs creeping me out
Iâm guessing you didnâtâŚ.
???
get yourself all the way over there
Jesus. The amount of embarrassment you felt could probably be seen all over your face and you were suddenly grateful that this wasnât a face to face talk. You sat up and leaned against the headboard with an exhale.
How were you supposed to say no, I didnât fucking come, without actually typing the words? Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.
1/10
The reply was immediate, like heâd been sitting with the text conversation open and waiting for your reply.
oh what?! disappointing! weâll do better next time
You pulled a pillow into your lap and hid a smile in it.
The next time, turned out to be five days later when heâd managed to pull you out of another horrendous date. The date itself had been fine, but the guy was everything but aware of his personal hygiene and it made you grit your teeth every time he smiled and flashed those murky chompers at you from across the table.
Lando laughed until he cried on the way home when you recalled the date, and you had to calm him down before he veered you both off the road. Heâd only just gotten his car and you werenât too keen to see it in a ditch.
âIâm swearing off of men.â You said when he turned into your street, making Lando snort. âWhat? I am. Iâm convinced all the good guys are taken.â
Lando reached a hand out without taking his eyes off the road, pinching you in the side and making you squeak in indignation.
âThanks for that.â He said sarcastically, referring to himself and his very available relationship status. âAnd youâre not swearing off of guys, are you mad? You just need to have patience.â
âIâve already had plenty of patience, thank you. I donât have any more in me to spare.â You rooted around in your bag for a hair tie, huffing when you found one to tie your hair up and out of the way. âI already put up with your stupid arse.â
âHey!â He pouted and you smiled in apology. âYou love me. And youâll love me even more when you see what I gotââ
He paused to reach into the backseat, and you watched with a slight bemused smile as he dug around until he made a sound of delight, sitting back in his seat. Your eyes zeroed in on the package in his hand, shaking your head before he even said anything.
âNot again.â You said in a whine, pushing the cardboard package away when he went to hand it to you. âWeâre not doing this.â
Lando blew out a breath, pushing it more insistently until you relented and grabbed it from his hold. It was surprisingly heavy for such a small box.
âIâve read that this is a game changer.â He said, looking a little too proud and it made you grin despite yourself. âLook, itâs even shaped like a rose, how cool is that?â
âMate, youâve got way too much spare time on your hands.â You giggled when he narrowed his eyes at you. âFine. But you have to promise to let it go if this doesnât work out.â
Lando opened his mouth to protest, shutting it quickly at your stern look and nodding once. It didnât look believable in the slightest.
âOkay. Yeah, promise.â He said and you nodded, reaching over the console to press a quick kiss to his stubbled cheek in thanks for saving you yet again.
You climbed out of the car and closed the door, waiting until heâd rolled the window down all way. There was mischief written all over his face and somehow you knew he was gonna say something obnoxious as parting words.
âI expect updates tonight.â He said, wagging his eyebrows and you smiled, turning around before he could see how absolutely flustered you became.
âDonât hold your breath.â You shouted over your shoulder, walking up to your apartment complex.
Once you were inside, you grabbed a quick shower to wash the night away and poured yourself a sad looking bowl of cereal before getting into bed with your laptop in your hands. It was still early, too early to sleep so you figured a few episodes of a show wouldnât ruin your sleep too much.
It proved to be too boring for your overactive mind. Youâd devoured the cereal and was now laying, sunken down in bed with your mind wandering and attention not at all on what was happening on the screen. You hit the space bar button to pause, eyes drifting to your nightstand where the newest toy sat, innocently but so mocking.
You narrowed your eyes at it, staring for a minute before you reached for it and pushed the laptop off to the side.
âFucking Lando.â You cursed him quietly, ripping the package open and fishing the innocent looking rose out.
It was pink, on the verge of red and it looked very pretty to be a vibrator. You located the button, holding it down until it came to life and your eyes climbed to your forehead as you pressed on the button again; cycling through the different powers and rhythms.
It felt like clockwork, sinking down into bed and closing your eyes with a deep breath. A frown etched itself on your face when you reached into your sweats and underwear with it, feeling it buzz away until you located your clit and the strength of the vibrations made you gasp.
It wasnât too much too soon, but kind of perfect and a spark of hope flared in your chest as you thought that, maybe this was it. Maybe youâd found the toy that would bring you high enough and tip you over the edge.
A little moan left your lips as you closed your eyes, letting the toy do its work and you couldnât help but smile slightly at the pleasant feeling. Youâd never really gotten the joys of female masturbation when your friends talked about it, but you were starting to.
Your newfound hope didnât blossom into anything bigger though, because it took about ten minutes before you realised that you wouldnât be taken much further than you already were. It felt good, but it wasnât mind blowing. And frustration started to seep into your pores before you angrily yanked your hand out and tossed the toy away after switching it off.
You reached for your phone, teeth gritted because you wouldnât cry out of frustration. You wouldnât.
maybe a life of celibacy is healthier for me
The response came in a minute later.
donât be stupid
was it that bad?
it was⌠fine. but it wasnât enough
There was no reply after that, and you chewed your lip. Maybe youâd gone too far with discussing your masturbation and lack of orgasms with Lando. Youâd been best friends for so long that the lines were starting to blur. Youâd never known any boundaries between the two of you, and thatâs how you both liked it. But there was something different about this whole thing. It felt different.
Your phone vibrated once again and you glanced down.
Iâll do more research
The text made you smile despite yourself.
we wonât give up
A week later, you found yourself up in the mountains overlooking Monaco. Lando was sitting beside you, dressed nicely in a suit that heâd definitely ruined by sitting on the grass and you were in a dress that looked pretty but was a little stifling to wear. There had been a gala earlier tonight and Lando had begged you to come with him, even though the both of you despised anything that had to do with overpriced champagne and snooty people.
Youâd had a good time despite yourselves, bumping into a few friends from the grid and dancing the night away before it was time to call it a night. Lando hadnât been ready to go home just yet though, so youâd driven out to your favourite spot in the city.
The lights from the houses and the marina was glittering, the water so mesmerising that you couldnât tear your eyes away. It was a beautiful night, not too hot but pleasantly nice.
âI have another date on Wednesday.â You told Lando, breaking the comfortable silence.
The man in question turned his head to look at you, and you saw his eyebrows furrow in mild intrigue.
âAnother loser?â He joked, but his tone felt a little too flat and it made something weird turn in your stomach.
Usually he was way more interested and would fire off multiple questions before asking to see pictures. You chalked it up to him being tired from a long evening and hummed, scooting closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder.
He immediately turned his head and pressed his lips against the top of your skull, like he was on autopilot. It was something he often did, but it still managed to make your heart jump a little.
âHe seems nice.â You told him truthfully. âProbably not a relationship type, but he seems like a good time.â
Your hair ruffled when Lando huffed out a humourless laugh and there was something so off about it that it made you pick your head up from his shoulder and look at him in confusion.
âWhat?â You asked, feeling a little defensive all of a sudden. âIâm trying to think positive.â
âWhy donât you hold off a bit on the dating? Let the guys come to you instead.â He suggested, glancing away from your probing eyes.
You could read him too well and it unnerved Lando beyond belief.
âIâve tried that, it doesnât work. I either get someone who doesnât know what basic hygiene is, or someone who flirts with other people in front of me, a guy who snaps at waiters and not to mention the men who find out Iâm friends with the Lando Norris and will go above and beyond to have a chance to meet you.â
âDonât say that.â He grimaced and you pulled back a bit, crossing your arms over your chest.
âDonât say what?â
âMy name like itâs something inconvenient for you.â He took in your pinched facial expression and softened his tone a bit. âIâm just saying you deserve way better than what these tossers can offer you.â
You stayed quiet, opting to lay down on your back with a sigh instead. He was right, but you werenât about to say it out loud.
Lando wouldnât have that though, laying down on his side and propping his elbow on the grass to stare at you. You tried to hold back the smile threatening to spill, because he was hovering over you and looking adorable that it was impossible to stay annoyed.
âAre you mad at me?â He asked, smiling like he knew the answer was in the negative because he was well aware that you could never stay angry with him. âYou canât stay mad at me, Iâm too cute.â
You placed your palm against his face and pushed at it, hearing and feeling him laugh against your hand until he reached to grab and yank it away from his face.
He turned your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm, the gesture all too intimate for it to be between two best friends and it took everything in your power to not read into his small gesture. You held your breath when he turned your hand over and gazed at it, face contemplative; Lips downturned in thought and brows knitted together.
âHave you used your hands before?â He asked and you smiled in slight confusion, not expecting the odd question.
âNo, I use my feet.â
Lando pinched the thin skin of your wrist in retaliation and you squeaked out a laugh.
âI meant for⌠Your experiments.â He grimaced at the words and you knew he used that to lessen the embarrassment from your part. It didnât do much though, not with the way he was staring at you like he was looking into your soul.
You held your breath, staring at his face and you knew that yours was heating up faster than you could blink. But it was hard to look away from the way his pupils were starting to expand, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth in what you knew was a nervous tick.
âI wouldnât know how.â You told him truthfully after a long stretch of silence. There was no way for you to correctly use your fingers on yourself when a toy couldn't give you an orgasm.
"Do you want me to show you how?" He asked, voice quiet and you could feel your eyes widen before you could stop them.
There was a moment where you thought you'd heard wrong, that your sanity had finally gone out the window but Lando was looking at you like he was waiting for a response and there was some conflict in his eyes that you were sure that your eyes were reflecting.
What did this mean for your friendship? Would this ruin everything? What if he just wanted to satisfy his own fucked up needs and then pretend like nothing happened? Those were questions that you wanted to ask, but it wasn't what came out of your mouth when you opened it.
"Yes."
Lando looked as surprised as you felt, like he hadn't expected you to agree to his insane proposition but it didnât mean that he felt immense relief. He hadnât really thought of how heâd react or what to even say if you had turned him down. All he really knew was that this had been playing in his mind ever since that damned night when youâd confessed to him. He couldnât get the image of him between your legs since then.
He hadnât expected to feel a surge of jealousy when you started going on your dates, but heâd hated every minute of it. It had only lessened the sting a bit when he realised that they were all essentially going nowhere and that Lando was the one who got to pick you up at the end of the night. Minus the fact that he hated how down you were after the dates. But he had the opportunity to be there and cheer you up whenever you needed it, so he counted that as a win. Anything that involved your smile that he was the reason for, was a win.
They were new feelings, but Lando suspected that theyâd been laying dormant since your teenage years. Theyâd only ever surfaced when you talked to potential boyfriends, but he always managed to squash those feelings before they grew into something ugly and act like nothing was bothering him.
Thatâs probably why Landoâs hand was shaking a bit when it found a home on your thigh, slowly pushing up the silk of your dress and he couldnât bring himself to look away from your face; caught in your stare. He could see how nervous you were, bottom lip caught between your teeth and chest moving with every quick breath you took.
Lando stopped momentarily because maybe you didnât really want this. You looked almost scared, and that was enough for him to withdraw. What he didnât expect was for your hand to find a place on the back of his head, messing up his perfectly styled curls and bringing him closer to your face.
It didnât take much to get him where you wanted, and he found himself so close to your face that he could feel your breath against his lips. Lando was convinced that nothing was as intoxicating as that.
âThis is mad.â You whispered, lip touching his as you spoke and Lando struggled to not groan out loud at that one brush.
âDefinitely.â He nodded in agreement, watching your lips curl up into an enticing smile that calmed his nerves down. âDo you still want this?â
Your eyes flickered between his, like you were trying to gauge his reaction when you nodded.
âDo you?â You asked and Lando couldnât dig deep enough to find the words, so he did the next best thing.
The small whimper you let out against his lips rattled something in Landoâs chest, pressing his mouth against yours in a kiss that had your toes curling and your hands grabbing desperately at his hair. The slight sting in his scalp made him open up under your lips, and he swore he mustâve died and gone to heaven when your tongue brushed his. It was like his skin was cracking open and you were touching his exposed nerves, feelings so on edge when you hadnât even done anything but kiss him.
You were so into the kiss that you almost forgot where you were, thighs tensing a bit when your dress was pushed up and cool air hit your naked thighs. Lando pulled back enough to look at you, giving you an encouraging smile as his hand travelled up your inner thigh.
It was a struggle to keep your eyes open and on him when his fingers brushed over your clothed pussy, but it was worth it to see his mouth hang open when he felt the lace. You were warm against his skin, and he had half a mind to say fuck it and bury himself deep inside your warmth.
But he had to remind himself to slow down, take a breath and focus on you because you may have relaxed a bit; But Lando had known you for so long that he could read your body.
âThis feels nice.â He commented, running his fingers over the material and you couldnât help but laugh. âWhat colour are they?â
You knew it was his way of breaking the tension and hopefully relieve the anxiety blooming in your chest, and it surprisingly worked when you tilted your head up to give him a kiss that he was eager to respond to.
âWhy donât you find out?â You murmured and Landoâs eyebrow jumped, cheeky and excited as he placed his other arm on the other side of your body to straddle you.
He probably shouldâve cared that his fancy dress pants were rubbing against the grass when he knee-walked down your body, but he was too preoccupied with staring at you. Your chest was heaving, and he could almost see the pebbles of your nipples against the satin material of your dress. He wondered if you wore a matching, lacy bra or if youâd opted to go without, eager to find out later.
Lando was a man on a mission, pushing your dress up to your abdomen and kneeling between your legs. He glanced down, heat flaring up in his body when he got a peek at the cherry red lace, hiding so much but so little.
He stroked a finger down between where he presumed your lips were, hearing you take a shuddering breath above at the sensation. You were looking at him, feeling turned on beyond belief and the feeling was so new that you didnât know what to do with it.
The feeling only intensified when his finger located your clit, caressing the sensitive nub in small circles until your legs were shaking, thighs tensing.
Lando was like hypnotised, taking in every hitch in your breath and every jerk of your body until he felt like heâd burst if he didnât get his mouth on you. He probably shouldâve warned you beforehand, but he took a little pride in the surprised squeal you let out when he opened his mouth and slotted it over your pussy, sucking until he tasted your slick through the lace.
âLando!â Your voice was breathy, scandalised and you put a hand over your eyes when you looked down and saw him staring at you.
He looked⌠depraved. And it did something funny to your stomach. You'd never seen him like that and you didn't really think you'd ever get to experience it.
You'd thought about it, even allowed yourself a night to fantasise about the way he'd look and what he'd say if you were ever in this position, but those were thoughts you didn't let yourself drift into too often. It was a dangerous thing to imagine having sex with your best friend, yet here you were - experiencing it. Outside, nonetheless.
"Oh, fuck." You stuttered out when he hooked his fingers into the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side, the cool air hitting the very slick center.
The unexpected feeling had you squirming, bucking your hips up and huffing out a laugh when Lando glanced up at you, feeling a little embarrassed to be so needy.
"You're so sensitive." He pondered, sounding a little amazed before he stuck his tongue out in a crude fashion and licked up your pussy. "You're gorgeous, bug. Those guys are missing out on something great."
That got an eye roll from you, but it didn't stop the zip of heat from racing up your back at his words. You could feel him flattening his tongue to lick every part of you, like he couldn't get enough of your taste before he got your clit into his mouth and sucked.
He tried not to feel too smug when you moaned, head tilted back and facing the sky, like you were praying to whatever was up there. The stretch of your neck was gorgeous, so spotless that he had the sudden urge to sit up and mark the sensitive skin of it with his mouth and teeth. But he sat put, focusing on eating you out with an eagerness he'd never really felt before.
It didn't take you long to really become vocal, and it honestly surprised Lando because he'd always pegged you for a quiet one. Not that he complained; the sounds you were making had his pants feeling tight.
"It feelsâ" You trailed off into a stuttered moan that made Lando reach down and squeeze himself through his trousers, moaning into your pussy at the slight relief he felt. "Lando, fuck, I'm gonna..."
You didn't finish your sentence, too lost in the multiple sensations you'd never felt before but Lando could guess what you were trying to communicate. He kept at it, watching your face as it scrunched up and your mouth dropped open, groaning out your climax as it washed over you.
It felt better than you'd imagined, stomach clenching up and toes curling as you shut your eyes so tightly that you saw stars behind your eyelids. You weren't sure how long you were out of it, or how your hands had managed to find their way to your best friend's hair. Lando laved his tongue over your center, steering clear of your sensitive clit but he couldn't help but bump against it a few times just to hear your breath hitch.
The third time he did it, you pushed him away with an exhausted grumble, hearing him laugh as he stretched up to kiss below your navel. The pecks were so tender and sweet, a stark contrast to how he'd ate you out like a depraved man just minutes ago, and it filled your belly with so much warmth you didn't know what to do with it.
You made a confused sound in your throat when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drew them down your legs, bunching them up in his hands.
"These are mine now." He said casually, cheek deepening into a dimple and you raised your eyebrows.
"No..." You dragged out the word, reaching out your hands to grab the flimsy material from his grip but he was quick to turn away, batting your hands away with small, teasing tuts. "Those are my fancy pair, you twit."
Lando shoved the underwear into the pocket of his trousers, ignoring your protests and silencing them rather quickly by leaning over to kiss you. And shut you up it did, because that was the last thing you expected but it wasn't necessarily unwelcomed.
He opened up his mouth under yours, kissing you deeply and allowing you to taste yourself and something about that made your legs tighten up around his body where they'd been previously splayed out.
"I'll buy you more underwear." He promised after pulling away slightly, giving you a smirk that made your head spin. "Only if I'm the only one allowed to see them from now on."
You huffed out a laugh, pushing his face away with your hand. He rolled over and laid down beside you, and you sat up with the help of your shaky arms.
"You're a walking clichĂŠ." You said, shaking your head slightly. "But I won't say no to free stuff.â
He reached a hand out to pluck a leaf off your hair, flicking it away before turning his attention to you.
You suddenly became aware of what youâd done, nerves humming just under your skin and your conflicting emotions mustâve shown on your face because Lando scooted closer to you and grabbed your hand.
âWeâre okay?â You asked quietly, staring down at your intertwined hands and how his thumb brushed across the back of your hand. The way he always did when your anxiety was acting up.
âOf course we are.â He assured you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your naked shoulder.
You knew that youâd have to have a longer talk about what this meant for the both of you in the future. But you pushed it to the back of your mind for tonight, snuggling up to your best friendâs side and laying your head on his chest.
You did believe him though. No matter what, the both of you would be okay.
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Indelible kiss.
KĂśnig x Fem reader.
KĂśnig insists he wants to keep your relationship in secret, what a surprise when someone catches a glimpse of your lipstick on his neck.
Warning: grammatical and spelling errors. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
It was supposed both were training at the same hours, just a coincidence, no one would dare to think about something else, after all, KĂśnig is your Colonel, he's so serious and professional all the time and he never showed any kind of affection or favoritism for you. He treats you in the same way he treats the rest of the team.
So, why would someone suspect you and him? No one would imagine what happens in those late hours of the night, the gym is actually empty, no one is exercising at these hours.
In fact, no one was awake, except for you and him.
- Don't leave KĂśnig, stay here.
Both are in your dorm, the door is closed and locked, you prefer to prevent, he doesn't want to be caught.
KĂśnig leaves every night, just in case someone goes to his dorm and doesn't find him there.
- You know I can't stay Meine Liebling...
He's laying on the bed while your body rests over his. His bare chest is warm and always smells good, you love his perfume, it is addictive, you're looking at him with pleading eyes.
- Soon or later someone will know about this, please just for tonight my love!
- Nein, mein kleiner Engel (my angel) we can't let them know, not yet.
He caressed your body with his big hands, you love to feel his hands on you.
You would like to let everybody know about what happens between you and KĂśnig, but he insists he prefers to keep it in secret, he thinks it's better when no one poke up the nose, he always has the feeling that people will try to separate you from him because he's probably not good for you.
On the other hand, you think it's better and more enjoyable if everybody knows about it, they will be happy for both of you, your team is like your family, you think it is unfair to hide your relationship from them but since KĂśnig refuses you've been thinking about other ways to let them know love is in the air.
You already tried, you accidentally forgot a shirt in his dorm, you also left your underwear mixed in his dirty laundry, you put your perfume in his clothes, you even gave him innocent compliments in front of the team, you stole some of his clothes and wore them around the base. You don't know if some of those ideas have worked because no one has tried to ask you.
So this time you will try something else, everybody knows you always have lipstick on, wine or cherry, those are your colours. You're sure everyone knows it.
One of the things KĂśnig loves the most about you, is that too, your beautiful lips always with those pretty colours.
- Ahhh... Okay, but before you leave can I show you something?
- Of course you can, go on.
You stood up and walked to your desk, you took the lipstick and went to the bathroom, then you went back to the bed and turned on the lamp of your nightstand.
- Do you like it?
- Schatz, you look beautiful, is it new?
You nodded in silence, the way he stares at your lips causes you something hard to explain in words but the feeling between your legs and the butterflies in your stomach are proof enough of how much you enjoy this moment.
You started to plant kisses over his chest, escalating to his neck and face.
- Schatz, I love when you kiss me like this but I really have to go back.
*a kiss on his lips* - okay, go *another kiss* - sleep well baby *another kiss* - I love you...
He kissed you once more and he got out of your bed and dressed up quickly, then he left.
KĂśnig always gets up early and runs to the shower, this time he was really tired, he woke up a little bit later than usual, he tried to be quick but then, he had a problem, your lipstick is hard to clean.
He tried hard, his skin was irritated.
- Scheisse (shit)
He muttered while looking at himself in the mirror of his bathroom when a familiar voice calls him out of his dorm.
- KĂśnig, Man, are you ok? We're late... Can I come in?
Horangi always goes to knock at his door and both go to the common area together.
KĂśnig ran to put his shirt on and unlocked the door.
- Ja, come in.
Horangi opened the door and closed it, KĂśnig is pretending to be busy fixing his hair and his belt, until he remembered he doesn't have his hood on.
Horangi already noticed the absence of the hood and handed it to KĂśnig
- Where's your head today colonel?
- I don't know, I got up at the wrong side of the bed.
Before he could put the hood on Horangi noticed a red spot on his friend's neck, that's not a mosquito or spider bite, it's a kiss, a red kiss, the lipstick colour looks familiar to him but he can't remember where he has seen it before.
- What the...? (He muttered)
- What?
- No, nothing, are you ready?
- Ja, let's go.
Both left the room. You were in the common area talking with Roze and other people who were there, nothing special or interesting, you were thinking about how silly you were, you planted kisses all over and forgot that KĂśnig is always hiding his face and always wears long sleeve shirts.
KĂśnig and Horangi appeared a few minutes later, you noticed Horangi was observing you a lot, KĂśnig was giving some instructions for the day when Horangi went to your side and spoke almost in a whisper.
- I know what you did last night.
- What are you talking about?
- I saw your lipstick on KĂśnig's neck.
You blushed, you really weren't expecting it could work, you looked at him as if you saw a ghost, you obviously couldn't see his face but Horangi is smiling with mischief, you didn't say a word and neither did him, the day continued normally, it was until the meal time, as soon as you appeared in the dining hall's door, all eyes were on you. You sat at the usual table with Horangi, moments later KĂśnig arrived too, all eyes on him, you feel guilty you know his anxiety will increase thanks to you and your mulishness. Poor kĂśnig, he sat and instantly asked why everyone was observing him.
- What's going on?
- Nothing colonel, I think everyone wonders why you have a very familiar red lipstick on you.
You hit horangi down the table, KĂśnig didn't say nothing, but you can see his eyes, he's shocked.
- Sorry Man, perhaps I mentioned it to the wrong person, now everyone knows about you and y/n.
KĂśnig sighed and continued eating a piece of apple under the mask. At night you weren't expecting him, you supposed he would be angry, but then he opened your door.
You were looking for your pajama pants, you felt too guilty, you didn't want to see him angry. Then a pair of hands were placed around your waist, warm kisses were placed on your shoulder then your neck.
- Are you not angry?
- Nein, I can't be upset, it was an intelligent move, you knew someone would notice it.
- I'm sorry KĂśnig, In my defense I never expected it worked.
He laughed, you love when he does it, for you It's a reminder of how happy he is when you're around.
- It was also my fault, I forgot to put my hood on.
Did he... what? You looked at him, you can't believe what he said.
- How is that possible?
- Meine Liebling, you left me exhausted last night... I admit I like the fact that now everybody knows you're mine.
You're blushing, your face looks like a red apple, he doesn't say anything else and kisses you. This man will be the death of you.
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One, Two, Throw - Part 1 (Hunter x F!Reader)
Summary: You look incredible throwing Hunter's knives, and he decides to show you just how irresistible you are.
Word count: 1.5K
Warnings: Smut! 18+! MDNI! Fingering. It's Hunter-is-horny hour!
A/N: This is my first time writing smut and I'm a little torn between feeling proud and wanting to hide in a corner. Anyways, if people enjoy it, I'm down for writing some more.
Part 2
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âThere you go,â Hunter encouraged, his touch on your waist warm and reassuring. His breath ghosted your nape as he leaned close to your ear. âConcentrate on the target and visualise it landing where you want to hit. Feel the weight of the knife, the way it balances in your hand.â
âIf there was an enemy in front of me, theyâd have got me by now,â you chuckled, glancing over your shoulder to offer him a mischievous smirk. âI know what to do, weâve been doing this for hours.âÂ
With an amused glimmer in the flinty brown of his eyes, he stepped back and signalled for you to proceed. He had to admit there was a certain charm to witnessing your determination. You had a particular look in your eyes, a fire that didnât burn or destroy, but kindled the very core of who you were, and it brought him an indescribable joy.
You returned to the target as you shuffled your feet in the grit and lifted the weapon. Your stare lingered on the silhouette framed by the shrubbery of the back garden. Scratches and dints marred the pale outline, hitting almost every place other than the one you wanted. Youâd even managed to land a strike on the groin, which had earned you an instinctive wince from the sergeant.Â
âDonât strangle the knife,â Hunter cautioned as you were about to make your shot. âIt needs to move.âÂ
Coughing pointedly, you rolled your shoulders. Hilt over blade, it rotated and revolved until lodging itself into the wood inches from your intended destination with a deliberate twang. You let out an irritated huff.Â
âKeep trying,â Hunter said. âYouâre getting better.â
âSeems like Iâm getting worse.â
âYou trust me, donât you?âÂ
As you recovered the knife, you granted him a firm nod and a warm grin.
Again and again you tried, each attempt glancing off the edge or striking a non-fatal spot. It felt as though you would never take it down. Despite any doubts, Hunterâs constant reassurances kept your confidence from faltering.Â
He asked a couple of times if you wanted to stop, but you adamantly refused. After all, you had suggested this to experience his world before he chose to settle down, and you were starting to understand him more.Â
He rarely spoke about the hardships he and his brothers faced during the war or the difficulties he encountered after Order 66. As curious as you were, you didnât want to pry. Although you had been dating for over a year, you understood that lightly encouraging him to talk was more effective than poking at his past.Â
Hunter observed you with the intensity of a hawk, studying your posture, your fortitude, your concentration. By the stars, you looked amazing with a vibroblade in your grasp, staring down that wooden silhouette. Every time you squared your stance and locked onto your target, a flood of adrenaline travelled up his spine and exploded with anticipation as you unleashed your shot. In his ravenous gaze, you were magnificent.Â
Sneaking closer, he inched his hands over your waist as you readied yourself for your next attempt. His lips swept behind your ear, planting a trail of kisses on your exposed skin.Â
âWant to offer more tips?â you asked.Â
He shook his head against your neck and continued his ministrations.
âI see, youâre trying to throw me off,â you figured.Â
âIn dangerous situations, there will always be distractions,â Hunter reasoned, his hips pressing into your rear and his enjoyment of the situation immediately becoming apparent. âYou need to be able to block them out.âÂ
âOh, so the enemy will be getting up close and personal.â You gave him a tantalising, raised eyebrow, almost bordering on mean, the sultry lilt in your tone even more so. âIs that what you meant, sergeant?âÂ
As if in a blur, he swiftly disarmed you, snatching the knife from your grasp and launching it. The vibroblade quivered in the chest of the wooden target.
Before you could catch your breath, he twirled you round and lifted you up, balancing you in his arms and latching his lips onto yours as he strode with purpose back into the cottage. Â
Your hands found purchase in his hair as he nudged open the bedroom door and lay you down on the bed.
âSuch a tease,â he murmured, breaths intermingling between kisses.
His mouth moved slow and deep, savouring the scent of you and your mounting arousal as his tongue explored your lower lip and slid inside. Tasting him like this had you tilting your hips, and he let out a low chuckle as he guided them back onto the fluffy bedspread.
âHunter,â you groaned.Â
âDo you have any idea how good you look with a knife in your hands? Never seen anything so tempting.âÂ
When you searched his eyes, you found nothing but pure devotion in them, an unyielding desire to be by your side for as long as time allowed.Â
âYou never gave up,â he continued, undressing you languidly and lavishing any stretch of skin he exposed. âIâm proud of you. You stood there, determined. Fucking incredible.âÂ
His kisses grew hungry as he finished unclothing you and discarded his own clothes, throwing them behind him with reckless abandon. Heâd clean them up later. For now, all he craved was you.Â
You smoothed his dark waves from in front of his face as he climbed back up to your lips. He slid his fingers between your breasts, massaging and playing with each in turn before he trailed lower. To say he was skilled with his hands would be an understatement; his caresses were gentle yet firm, creating masterpieces of bliss on your skin. With every inch of contact, your breath caught in your throat, a soldierâs hands but a loving touch, and a silent âI love youâ lingering within.Â
Need gripped you and your nails dragged down the ridges of his chest and abdomen, lifting your hips to get him to explore the one place that ached for his talents. This time, he skipped the teasing and dipped a finger into the wetness between your legs, finding his way to your clit. With each circle he traced, he delighted in the enticing sounds you made, grinning mischievously as you pulled away to gasp, your head pressed against the pillows.Â
When he gently slipped a finger inside you, your whimpers became moans. You didnât know how much longer you could hold back from begging him for more, but you did your best. You knew how he loved making you feel good and working you up for him, and you wanted to let him have this.Â
Hunter soothed the dip of your brow with a tender press of his lips, gazing at you as though you provided him with the air he breathed. Heâd never tire of seeing you like this, sweat dappling your skin, body lifting and falling with each wave of pleasure. He craved to etch this view behind his eyelids to look at whenever he closed his eyes. âThatâs it,â he whispered, spurring your rising bliss with another finger.Â
âI needâŚâ You swallowed and released a purposeful breath.Â
âTell me, sweetest,â Hunter cooed. âWhat do you need?âÂ
His fingers worked their way in and out while his thumb circled your clit. Your core lit up and your hips chased the motion. You couldnât stop it, even if you tried, and this time, he didnât ease you back down with a steady hand. He let you grind against him, hunting that sensation only he provided as his hard desire pressed against your abdomen.Â
âNeed you,â you whined. You brought him down for another kiss, determined for him to devour every single one of your senses.Â
âAll in good time.â He curled his fingers and brushed that particular spot that had you panting and squeezing your eyes shut while his other hand prowled up and down your body in slow, deliberate caresses. His kisses turned feverish before his teeth nibbled at your throat and a rumble purred in his own.Â
He could smell you, you realised, the scent of your pleasure only heightening his own desire to sink into you.Â
The hunger within you built as he quickened his pace and your climax thundered ever closer. âHunter, IâŚâ you breathed. âIâm soâŚâ
âCan feel it,â he practically growled into your neck as your pussy clutched onto him, the tip of his nose brushing yours with every thrust of his fingers. âLet go. Iâve got you.âÂ
That was all you needed, those three words spoken with such security and tenderness, and the tightening coil in your core snapped. White hot seared through your veins and covered your body in pure bliss as he coaxed you through your high. As your pleasure reached its highest point, you gave a soft groan, your nails digging into his shoulders to ground you.Â
Hunter kept you afloat, his movements inside you slowing. He hushed your whimpers and kissed the corner of your lips as you panted. âThatâs my girl. You good?â
âBetter than good,â you managed to get out. âMaybe I should practice knife throwing more often.âÂ
You smirked at the muffled vibration in Hunterâs throat as his eyes fluttered shut, and you could almost see the image of yourself wielding his knives imprinting on his mind.Â
âLater,â he assured you. âWeâre nowhere near done here yet.âÂ
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âľâ§ ŕłŕź*ŕŠâŠâš â・Ëâ she loves me, she loves me not,,
part one ; beginning of the end
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paige bueckers x fem!reader (fake dating trope)
you didnât care when you found out your ex got a new girlfriend. you were completely over her and her antics, realizing in the last few months of your relationship how utterly exhausting it was. it wasnât until you found out that her new girlfriend was the girl she cheated on you with that you cared.
it was stupid really, the whole situation. your ex girlfriend, bianca, cheated on you whilst out at a party, you hadnât gone, opting to instead watch one of paigeâs home games with her team. you met paige your freshman year, instantly growing an inseparable bond with her. she was absolutely your closest friend, much to biancaâs disliking. you chopped it up to the fact that bianca wasnât a fan of any of your friends and left it at that.
when bianca tried justifying her cheating on you because of your close relationship with paige, it took you off guard.
2 MONTHS AGO
you were waiting for your girlfriend to show up. your heart was racing and your breath uneven but honestly, it was long overdue. it had been months since you actually shared a happy moment with bianca, easily able to find more enjoyment in your friends.
youâd found out from a close friend that she had cheated on you at least once, maybe more. your friend spotted her at a party with a girl, kissing and grinding on each other. it was all making sense to you now. the way she was almost too close, too clingy. as if she was overcompensating for a mistake. a huge mistake.
âbabe? whatâs up?â
âwhyâd you fuck another girl at a party two weeks ago?â
she went silent, eyes wide with shock. her face spoke for her, affirming that what you thought to be true actually was. even though your relationship had been rocky, especially towards the end, it still broke your heart. she was your high school sweetheart. she even committed to uconn just for you.
it meant fuck all now.
âdonât act like youâre so innocent, princess.â
she doesnât even try to deny it, immediately spitting back at you. youâre not even sure what sheâs referring to, but it looks like she believes it.
âwhat are you talking about?â
âreally?!â she scoffs, âdonât act like you donât know what iâm talking about. i know about you and paige, how youâve been sneaking around behind my back.â
âare you fucking dumb?! paige and i are just friends bianca! oh my god- even when you know youâve done something wrong you canât admit it.â
you were walking around the corner of the counter when she grabbed you hard. her aggressive behavior was nothing new, but it didnât make it hurt any less. part of you was wishing it would work out, but a greater part of you was glad sheâd finally pushed you over the edge.
âlet go of me and get the hell out.â
âexcuse me?!â
âi said, get the fuck out, and donât fucking come back.â
PRESENT DAY
you, paige, and some of your mutual friends were out at your favorite bar. it was a friday night and none of you had anything better to do.
youâd done some rotations: drinking, dancing, singing, sitting down, dancing again, but now you were back to sitting. you took a seat next to paige and she was thankful for that, but you hardly acknowledged her.
after biancaâs excuse for cheating on you being your close relationship with paige, you had distanced yourself considerably. you stopped showing up randomly to her dorm and practices, stopped calling, and stopped asking to hang out too. paige knew you and bianca broke up and kept telling herself you were just trying to get over that. occasionally sheâd reach out to ask you if you were doing okay, sometimes itâd take you more than a day to answer.
it hurt paige more than it shouldâve and she knew that. for years, ever since sheâd met you, sheâs had feelings for you. even when she tried to avoid them, you were all she could think about. it was difficult considering you had a psycho girlfriend that you refused to let go of until recently. even now that you were single it was no use, not if you were going to treat her like she didnât exist.
you hadnât noticed bianca and her new girlfriend walk in, too enamored by the bubbles in your drink. paige noticed though, watching the way your exâs eyes scanned the room. paige looked away before she got caught staring, settling her elbows back on the bar.
âhave you been having a good night?â paige asked just to get some conversation flowing with you. she missed being so close to you, even if she knew she always wanted more. sheâd rather settle for a friendship with you than have nothing at all.
âsâbeen good. might go home soon though,â
âwant me to take you home princess?â it was a teasing nickname that she called you, an old inside joke. when bianca heard it she decided to start calling you that too unironically, completely unaware of the joke.
âi think-â
âprincess.â
biancaâs voice cut through the atmosphere like a sharpened knife, offering a completely different tone than the way paige said it. her new girlfriend mustâve run off somewhere, seeing as it was only her that had approached you. she took the barstool next to you, sliding her chair to face you. she looks unimpressed and expectant, not surprised to see paige lingering by your side.
âi need to talk to you.â
âtalk to your new girlfriend. yâknow, the one you cheated on me with.â
âsheâs not my girlfriendâ âanother toxic lie âi just want to talk to you.â
âno.â
âprincess-â
âfuck you.â you seethe out a her, hoping itâs enough to keep her quiet. unfortunately though, it isnât.
âdonât talk to me like that.â
you try avoiding bianca, turning to paige and muttering a quick âcan we go.â itâs difficult to hear you but she does, standing up and pushing her chair in. bianca loathes paige, always has. as soon as you met paige all you wanted to do was talk about her, hang out with her, study with her, and bianca couldnât stand it.
âand you tried calling me dumb when i found out you two were hooking up behind my back,â she scoffs as if itâs obvious.
paigeâs eyebrows knit in confusion, you never mentioned that part. paige doesnât know what made bianca think that, but she secretly wishes there was some truth to it, as bad as it may be. even when doing something she knows is wrong, paige has never regretted a second spent with you.
you knew you were probably too drunk to make a decision this big. as soon as the thought popped into your head you favored it, wanting to get back at bianca for all she put you through. you didnât even give it a second thought, your mouth running faster than any of your cognitive abilities at the moment.
âguess you were right, but heyâ she treats me better than you ever did.â
both bianca and paige are shocked, completely taken aback by your statement. what were you getting at?
âso what- youâre dating now?â
âyep. thanks for helping me realize i could do so much better.â
before you have time to show your fleeting confidence and the fact that you just lied straight through your teeth, you grab paigeâs hand and walk off. youâre honestly not sure how sheâll react or how youâll move from here.
either of you say a word until youâre in the silent safety of her car. she turns to face you, a blank expression written across her face. it makes it difficult to figure out whatâs going on in her mind. you wish you could tell, itâd probably make things easier. you can tell that sheâs a bit flustered, but maybe thatâs just because of how hot it was inside.
âpaige?â
âyeah?â
âi know this is probably going to be a really weird question and maybe the question itself is too late because iâve already dug us into this hole but i swear you donât have to go through with it..â
âokay..â
âwill you, um.. will you be my fake girlfriend?â
sheâs conflicted, torn between her better judgement and overall feelings for you. her body surges with anger at the way bianca talked to you tonight. but her body also swells with pride and attraction after hearing you say those things about dating her, even if she knows itâs not real. she wants it to be real so desperately and sheâs knows sheâs already made up her mind without needing to think it through.
one hand is on the steering wheel and the other drags itself down her face, questioning internally if sheâs really going to go through with this. her silence settles on you, panic rising as you realize maybe youâve just ruined your friendship. or what was left of it.
âyou can say no obviously-â
âiâll do it.â
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i kinda donât.
THIS IS A SERIES YALL
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wait a damn minute: max verstappen x black fem! reader
summary: in the midst of the biggest worldwide IT outage you realize your name has come up at the worst time possible
author's note: i wrote this on friday when the entire thing happened, i thought i posted it but turns out it was camped out in my drafts still. this is my first max fic so i hope it's an enjoyable read! feedback and comments are always appreciated and highly encouraged, i like to know what you all think of my work!
warnings: google translated dutch
the hungarian grand prix was only days away and you couldn't wait to surprise your boyfriend with a visit. it killed you to miss his races but you'd recently been promoted to a new position in your company which required more days in office than remote. you'd managed to balance work and personal life pretty well but when you weren't missing due to your new job, you had something else happen last minute. finally, after weeks of working long hours on end in an office, you were in the clear to start remote working more frequently.
you managed to clock out of work right on time so the minute the clock hit 6:00 pm, you were logging out and grabbing your already packed bag. one of your coworkers passed by you in the elevator, he was the only one around your age in the entire department so immediately you both clicked. he lightly bumped you with his shoulder and commented, "three side profiles and a headshot or selfie." you furrowed your brows in confusion and he clarified, "photo requests for my husband of course." the two of you burst into laughter as you teased, "was the autographed photocard not enough for you, thĂŠo? i even decorated it and put it in a holder for your desk." the young man smiled fondly thinking of the small 3x4 inch card that sat on the corner of his main monitor. he brushed one of his locs from his face and dramatically sighed, "fine i won't be pushy...i only want the selfie." you shook your head and refused with a chuckle, "i'm not asking toto wolff for a selfie, thĂŠo." your coworker let out a fake sigh of disappointment and lightly pushed you in the other direction as you parted ways to your cars. you laughed and called out, "i'll see what i can do, no promises though!" his face lit up and he blew your air kisses before calling out a goodnight.
â§âË âď¸â
âĄđ ࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž.
just thinking about seeing your boyfriend racing again brought butterflies to your stomach. although he was doing well this season a few problems had cost him a few wins here and there. fans had jokingly mentioned that you not being at races was the cause of the missed first place wins because coincidentally, every race you've ever attended, max has won exactly that. for weeks fans have asked about your whereabouts and you'd practically ghosted them simply because you were working so much. you were known as one of the more down to earth f1 WAGs who had no problem interacting with fans in person and over social media. so you suddenly not showing up for max and not interacting with people online made them wonder what was going on with you during the past few weeks. now that work had chilled out, you were happy to be back online again, and even happier to be able to make it out to hungary this weekend.
the moment you stepped into your apartment you made a beeline for your bedroom to change out of your professional clothes. you snatched a pair of scissors, a spray bottle, conditioner, a towel, a comb, and a crumpled up paper bag and cozied up on the couch with shrek queued on the tv. you sprayed your head with the warm water in the bottle and spread a glob of conditioner all over the roots of your hair. you pulled one of your braids forward and snipped the end before unraveling it and picking out whatever knots formed in the 6 weeks your hair had been tucked away. thankfully this time it didnât take too long to get your braids out, only 3 hours compared to the usual 5 when you didnât have your boyfriendâs help.
right as the last strands of synthetic hair slipped out of your own curls, your phone rang the familiar tune and a picture of your boyfriend flashed on your screen. a warm smile spread across your face as his camera turned on to show face. you braided you hair on each side to get it out of your face as you spoke, âhi my love how was your day?â he rolled over to his side and grumbled sleepily, âlong, usual press day so you know how that goes.â you frowned slightly, âi wish i was there with you today.â max hummed and admitted, âi do as well. but your work is more important so i can deal with this.â you watched as his eyes lingered on your face and you giggled while moving out of the frame shyly, âstop looking at me like that.â although it was dimly lit in hotel room you could see the light pink tint to his cheeks as he smiled, âi canât admire my lovely girlfriend?â he yawned mid sentence and you insisted, âas much as i love talking to you i know youâre tired and you need to go to sleep. so iâll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?â he sleepily agreed and murmured, âwelterusten mijn liefste.â you blew him a kiss and whispered softly, "goodnight baby." [goodnight, my love]
instead of heading straight to sleep you chose to wash your hair rather than waiting until the morning to do so. the flight you managed to snag last minute to hungary was set for tomorrow evening and you hadn't packed anything. not wanting to get onto a plane with a damp head of coils, you decided to just deal with it tonight. the entire process didn't take as long since you were speeding through just so you could sleep. by the time you were done it was around 2 AM and you were more than happy with the results. a dozen thick twists hung past your shoulders until you wrapped them up into a scarf and covered them with your bonnet to head to bed.
â§âË âď¸â
âĄđ ࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž.
when you woke up in the morning you noticed your phone had over 50 missed calls, messages, and emails. your mind conjured up the worst possible thoughts as you called your boyfriend to see what was the matter. max answered on the first few rings and you anxiously stammered, "baby? maxie? what's going on are you okay? where are you?" on the other line max answered clearly confused on what you were talking about, "schat? i am fine, i'm heading to the track. nothing is wrong here, what are you talking about?" you started to calm down realizing that he was fine but you responded, "i thought- didn't you blow up my phone early this morning? i was worried something happened and-" your boyfriend interjected with a calm tone, "y/n, i promise you nothing is the matter-"
an incoming call from thĂŠo, your coworker cut max off and you spoke up, "i'm sorry i think it's work related because thĂŠo is calling me." max let out an annoyed sound and you laughed, "i don't get why you don't like him." max scoffed, "he is too touchy and handsy with you." there was a playful groan, "oh god here you go- max, we've been over this. thĂŠo is a 27 year old gay man from san francisco who's convinced he's princess diana's reincarnate. he's the least of your worries okay?" max conceded, "okay fine i guess...but i still have my eye on him." another call from thĂŠo interrupted your conversation and you added, "but he's blowing up my phone so i need to see what's wrong. i'll talk to you later okay?" max agreed and bid you goodbye before hanging up the phone.
meanwhile you answered thĂŠo's call and he was literally running through what looked like the parking garage of his high rise. he panted, "you- you nee-...oh god i'm out of shape- you need to get up right now.. i'll be there to pick you up in fifteen minutes so be ready downstairs." you looked around confused and your coworker/ friend explained, "there's some massive outage or something happening. i know we had off today but they're calling the entire office in to see if we can figure it out." you were already climbing out of bed and you pressed for more information, "what do you mean an outage?" thĂŠo shrugged and wiped sweat from his brow as he tried to make himself look less winded, "i dunno i was thinking a breach or something? whatever it is we'll find out but we gotta go right now babes." you hurriedly grabbed an outfit from your closet and started to get dressed and ready to go, keeping him on the line.
â§âË âď¸â
âĄđ ࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž.
when you finally managed to get to his car, thĂŠo pointed to your phone and told you, "check twitter too, the fans are making jokes that you did something to the platform." despite having no idea what the hell he was talking about you opened twitter to see the flood of tweets under your name on the trending topics list. a pit formed in your stomach and you nearly fainted when you realized what he was talking about. you were completely new to this job and panic coursed through your veins on the thought of losing everything you worked hard for. the look of panic drew a laugh from your best friend and coworker as he jested, "they're funny aren't they?!" you shook your head and nearly shouted, "no it's not i'm gonna get fired!" thĂŠo waved off your concern, "girl the issue is definitely not from you and nobody thinks so. besides, dante from marketing and eleni from HR were sending the funny ones to our group chat...not that this isn't serious but just to make light of a shitty situation you know?" you shifted in your seat unsure how to feel and he promised, "i guarantee it's fine."
when you actually got to work with thĂŠo you were pulled into a meeting where you all were briefed about the situation. they clarified that they knew it was an issue with an update that was sent out early in the morning. after the meeting your boss told you that he knew you weren't supposed to be working today but you did need to stay and potentially over the weekend as well to help your team mitigate the issue as much as you all could. despite it being a global issue and not directly an issue from the monaco office, you knew that he meant he needed you there to help deploy the solution when it came through. he let you have a fifteen minute break to rearrange your travel plans and make the cancellations you needed before having you start work.
â§âË âď¸â
âĄđ ࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž.
the work day ended later than usual, the later hours were spent at your home office while you were on meetings with other people on your team. luckily you were able to catch up with the results of max's first and second practice sessions through peeking at live updates while you worked. when you got the okay to clock out, you nearly fell asleep on your desk but waking back up when your boyfriend's ringtone jump scared you.
you kept your head on the desk as you opened the video call, "hey you." max's features softened when he noticed the look of exhaustion on your face, "it was that bad huh?" you gave a silent thumbs up and sighed, "i wish it didn't happen...i was so excited to come surprise you and finally be there to see you again. i'm sorry i can't make it work." max rushed to your defense, "er zijn nog genoeg andere races over in het seizoen, je kunt in plaats daarvan naar die races komen kijken." you let out an annoyed groan, "i know but i wanted to be there this time. now you'll have bad luck." max chuckled at the mention of the running joke of you being his lucky charm, "it's alright. don't worry your pretty little head about me. now come on let's go to sleep, i know you're tired." you shuffled your feet against your bedroom floor as you took your phone with you to get ready for the night. [there are plenty of other races left in the season, you can come and watch those races instead.]
as you lay in bed with your lights off max asked, "did you see they asked me about you today?" you hummed a soft, "nuh uh." he smiled at the memory and explained, "i was in an interview and they mentioned that your name was trending on twitter and asked if i saw it. i only saw that your name was trending but i didn't see what for so they told me fans made jokes that you crashed the mercedes, mclaren, and williams servers so that i could win this weekend." a sleepy smile crossed your lips and you asked, "what'd you say?" he turned over in his bed and answered, "i told them it wasn't you because you don't make mistakes in your work. you're too good at what you do. also that you aren't the one that sends out the updates so people don't need to use your name in a bad light." you grinned wider already knowing what he was going to say, "and how did that go over?" max let out an sigh and small chuckle, "the guys have been making fun of me all night for it." you let out the loudest laugh max has heard from you in weeks making him somewhat more fine with getting teased by his friends.
your laughter subsided and you told him, "tell me about something interesting." max thought for a moment then started rambling on about the geologic history of the netherlands, watching as your eyes started to droop with the passing minutes. falling asleep with your boyfriend still on the phone became a habit especially in the early days of you dating. but now you were spending more time with him that occurrences like this just started happening once more, leaving you missing his presence at night. as for now, this was the best you could get.
â§âË âď¸â
âĄđ ࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž.
the end.
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As Above (Not) so Below - Matt Murdock
summary: for once, Itâs matt below you⌠not the other way around.
word count: ~1.3k
warnings: sub!matt, begging, one use of good boy, blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap up plz)
note: heyyy everyone seemed to be happy about the lil subby matt drabbly thingy i posted so thought id give this a go. not into sub men myself BUT this was kinda hot to write
Matthew Murdock - big shot lawyer, moonlights as daredevil. People are scared of him in court, criminals are scared of him on the streets.
Matt is a dominant guy, always above people - never below.
Thatâs why it was shocking when you were on his couch, an intense make out session, when you realised what an effect your teasing was having on the muscled man below you. Youâd been there for such a long time, unable to tear away from each other. Matt had always been the one teasing you, so when his jaw dropped open, a little whimper escaping - you took the opportunity by the horns and ran.
âhmmm, you like that?â You ask, your best sultry tone adorning your voice.
You let yours hips work downwards, grinding into the obvious bulge in his boxers, your eyes watching the reactions youâre pulling from him. âYeah, yeah.â he mutters, and you canât tell if thereâs a slight embarrassment to his tone, or itâs pure enjoyment leaking from him.
âYou like being teased, donât you?â you start, grinding down particularly hard onto him, leaving a wet patch of your slick across his bulge, and he can feel it too, moaning loudly as you continue, âwhat if i just did thisâŚâ you smirk, lifting up off him, and dropping your knees to the floor in front of him.
Gently, you let your fingers slip into the band of his boxers, pulling them off and lifting his t-shirt to see the defined muscles that feel so good across your folds when he lays back and drags you across them - tonight though, the upper hand is given to you.
âhmph-sweetheart p-â Matt begins to say as you drift your fingers across his length, softly licking the precum from his tip.
âwhat was that?â you ask, your core yearning to hear him say the word please, to hear him beg for more. Your tongue gives kitten licks right on the tip of his cock, watching the tensing of his thighs when heâs feeling you across him. âUse your mouth, sweetheart.â His hand comes up and laces itself through your hair, gently pushing your head closer to where he wants you.
âmmm mm.â you mutter, shaking your head no and tugging his hand from your hair, âkeep your hands up there. touch me and weâre done. ok?â you say, firmly, and you can see his cock twitch at your words, thatâs how you know to carry on.
finally, you move your lips to full enclose around his tip, and lead your mouth downward, taking as much of him as you can before he hits the back of your throat.
He doesnât say anything, canât say anything, as all you hear are whimpers and groans, his head tipped back over the back of the couch, mouth wide open. You let your mouth move slowly up and down, letting your teeth graze so gently he can barely feel it, but just the touch is sending him to a different dimension.
âShit, yes. feels so good.â He grunts, trying to lift his hips to dip his cock into the back of your throat as far as you can take him.
âWell done baby, you like my mouth? like it when i suck you off?â You let him go with a pop before you question him, looking up through your eyelashes, carrying on the movements with your hand and watching the way his eyes are blinking much quicker than usual.
You take note of all his movements, the way heâs twitching, the tense muscles all over his body, the way his chest is heaving while he leans backwards on his couch. He always refused to be the sub in these situations, was always the one ruining you. Now you could get your own back from all those nights he left you unable to walk.
just as you lower your mouth back down over his tip, tongue swirling around and collecting the taste of him, you feel both of his big hands cradle the back of your head, gently pushing downwards - silently begging for you to take more of him.
You stand up, and immediately his head lifts up, eyes almost looking for where youâve gone - but he knows, knows exactly where you are and what heâs done.
âI-iâm sorry, sweetheart come here, i wonât touch-â He starts, and his brows furrow together, and you can truly see the desperation in his face as heâs begging for you to come back and sit where you were.
âMatthew, i said no touching or weâll stop,â You grin, walking back over to him, dropping your tshirt on the floor and pull your panties over to the side, granting access. âNonono,â he interrupts, âwe canât stop, felt so good.â heâs talking quicker now, and you almost giggle at the position youâve got him in, effectively begging at your feet.
It used to be you in this situation.
âWell since you donât wanna play fair, iâm gonna take what i want from you.â Youâre straddling him slowly now, watching how his fingers are turning white from gripping his couch too hard.
Matt opens his mouth to say something, you suspect more begging, but you start to run him through the slick between your legs, coating him well while a little moan escapes your own lips at the feeling of him against your clit. âCanât wait to have you inside me, always feel so full.â You groan, and realise that when youâre rocking back and forth over him that youâre moaning louder than you thought you were at the feeling.
You drag his hands to meet your hips, where they grip so hard you wonder if heâll go through the skin or leave bruises for tomorrow.
Slowly, you move his cock to your slicked entrance, and sink down, moving your hands to his broad chest to steady yourself. âH-Fuck.â Is all that leaves Matt in a whisper, eyes now closed and completely blissed out.
âShit, Matt, so good.â You tell him, as you start to bounce up and down, letting him believe youâre only using him for youâre own pleasure - when in reality youâre getting wetter by the second just watching his reactions to you.
You can feel it in your stomach, the orgasm starting to approach as you claw into his chest, getting a loud hiss from Matt. His hands are still adorning your hips, gripping as hard as you think he can. All that is audible now in Mattâs apartment is the traffic outside, and your skin hitting each otherâs hips, along with the gasps and moans leaving both of your bodies.
Matt looks as pretty as ever, bathing in the light of the red billboard outside, eyes still closed and almost dreaming of this moment as if he doesnât feel itâs real.
âIâm-hngh-please cum on me, sweetheart.â He asks, strong arms now helping you rock up and down on his length, your fingers moving to toy with your clit after sensing how close he is.
âMatt, iâm-iâm cumming.â You breathe, letting your head collapse into his chest nails still digging into his soft flesh as his hands move your hips for you.
Your orgasm hits you like a train, white dots within your vision and ringing in your ears. Matt always managed to push you this far off the cliff every single time.
You feel Matt explode, the growl that releases deep from within his chest shocks you slightly, so different from the way heâs been during this whole interaction.
âGood boy.â you smile, kissing his face gently as his hands move to rub your back, calming you.
âShut up.â he laughs, cheeks flushing slightly pink.
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Only You || K. Bakugo
Pairing: Bakugo x Reader
synopsis: starz26708 and Dino.tnt609, two students who first met in an online chatroom. A friendship had flourished between them. With the strong need to meet each other, 6aku.tnt609 slowly gains curiosity regarding the other's identity, which sparked the desire to meet her within him. What could possibly go wrong?
đ: btw, this is inspired from the Chad Michael Murray and Hilary Duff movie A Cinderella's Story!!
author's note: My deepest apologies it took me so long to upload the new chapter!!! I've been having finals and examinations but I'm free now!! New chapter might come out in a few days or a week since it's in my drafts now...
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Chapter 2: The Two People
Reader's POV
The following day, I sat in my classes, feeling unusually unfocused. I found my thoughts continually returning to the message I had received the night before from my friend, Dino.tnt609. The words and emotions contained in that message had left a powerful and lingering effect on me, making it difficult for me to fully immerse myself in the subjects being taught.
âPlease meet me at the schoolâs party. Iâll be waiting for you at 11:00 in the middle of the dance floor.âÂ
Those messages had set themselves so deeply into my thoughts that it was as if they were on a constant replay in my mind. No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to rid myself of their presence. They continued to resurface, over and over again, like a stubborn memory that refused to be forgotten. The more I tried to dismiss them, the more their contents seemed to linger in my thoughts, refusing to be pushed aside or ignored.
âY/n, what is the difference between speed and velocity?â
My heart dropped. I have been half-listening, my mind drifting, thinking about the message Dino sent to meâcontemplating meeting him, and the school party. But now, I was completely caught off guard. Difference between speed and velocityâthe words sounded fuzzy in my head, like fragments of a puzzle I wasnât sure how to put together.
That was when she noticed him.
Bakugo.
He was sitting at the back of the class, leaning back in his chair, hands casually folded behind his head. He was grinningâthe kind of grin that wasnât friendly or supportive. It was the kind of grin that only came when you were sure someone else was about to fail. Heâd been watching me for a while now, and I could feel his gaze boring into me. I knew exactly what he was thinking: She wasnât paying attention. She doesnât know the answer. This is my chance to look good in front of everyone.
The grin on Bakugoâs face widened ever so slightly, and I could almost hear his internal smirk. He had the confidence of someone whoâd aced every test without breaking a sweat, someone who knew how to get under your skin with the smallest of gestures. And right now, his quiet, almost smug enjoyment was aimed directly at me.
My stomach twisted. It wasnât that I cared about beating Dylan, exactly. But I did care about not looking foolish in front of the classâespecially when he was clearly expecting me to fail. The challenge hung in the air, palpable, like an unspoken duel. I could almost hear him thinking, Come on, mess up. Please mess up.
The competitive spark in me flared to life, and in that moment, something shifted inside of me. I wasnât going to let him get the last laugh. No way.
I straightened up in my chair, eyes narrowing just slightly, and forced myself to focus. I donât need to know everything, I told myself. I just need to know enough to get this answer right.
My gaze locked back onto the board, and suddenly, it wasnât so hard to make sense of the question. It was a simple logic questionâsomething I could handle if I stopped panicking.
Mr. Aizawa was still looking at me expectantly, but now I had a plan. I took a steadying breath and spoke, my voice clearer than she felt.
âThe difference between speed and velocity lies in their definitions, speed is a scalar quantity, meaning it only describes how fast an object is moving, without any reference to direction. For example, if a car is going 50 km/h, that's its speed.â
Her eyes flicked back to the board, confirming her answer. She could feel the weight of the momentâthis was what it was all about. She hadnât been paying attention before, but she was focused now, and she was going to finish strong.
âVelocity, on the other hand, is a vector quantity. This means it not only describes how fast an object is moving but also in which direction. For instance, if the car is traveling at 50 km/h to the east, its velocity is 50 km/h east. In essence, while speed only tells you the rate of motion, velocity provides both the rate and the direction of motion.â
Mr. Aizawa nodded approvingly. "Exactly, Y/n. Well done."
I felt a small surge of relief, but it wasnât just the satisfaction of getting the answer right. It was the feeling of having turned the tables, of having taken control of the moment that had threatened to spiral out of my grasp. I glanced over at Bakugo, just as he was about to sit up straighter in his chair. His grin faltered when he saw the glint in my eyes.
And that was all the encouragement Bakugo needed.
I couldnât help myself. A small, almost mischievous smile curved on my lips. It wasnât an innocent, pleased-with-herself smileâit was the kind of grin you wore when you knew youâd just pulled something off, when youâd just made someone else realize theyâd misjudged you.
Bakugoâs expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly, the smugness faltering for the briefest of moments. Heâd thought Iâd fumble. Heâd thought I wouldnât know the answer. But I had shown him, and not only had I known the answerâI said it with confidence, without hesitation.
He looked away first, clearly frustrated, but I didnât miss the way his jaw tightened. I knew that look. He didnât like losing, even if it was just a small moment, a little victory that nobody else in the room might even notice.
But I noticed. And that was enough for her.
As the class continued, Ellie let herself settle back into her seat, but her mind was sharp, focused, and alive with the thrill of competition. Dylan might have been the golden boy of the class, but today, in this small, unexpected moment, Ellie had beaten him. And for once, it felt really good to smile back at himâjust a little bit smug, just a little bit competitiveâknowing that he hadnât seen this coming.
The moment I finished answering the question, I could feel itâa mix of pride and adrenaline coursing through me. I had nailed it, no hesitation, no second-guessing. The class had been quiet after I spoke, the silence hanging in the air before the professor acknowledged my answer. It felt like the eyes of the entire room were on me, but in that instant, I didn��t care. For once, I was the one who had it together.
But then there was the scoff.
I didnât even need to look at him to know exactly who it was. Bakugo. The ever-present thorn in my side. His chair creaked as he shifted, his eyes narrowing in that way I was so familiar with. He looked almost... irritated, the kind of expression he wore when he thought someone was challenging his spot as top dog in this class. And right now, it was clear that he did not appreciate the fact that I was the one who had answered confidently.
Why does it always have to be him? I wondered, my hands clenched under the desk. I knew it was comingâhe was going to find some way to one-up me, to make me feel small for doing something as simple as knowing the answer. I hated how predictable he was, but I hated even more that it affected me so much. Iâd never let him see that, though. He had to think I was just as indifferent as he was.
I kept my eyes trained forward, pretending like his irritation didnât bother me, like I wasnât still replaying the way heâd looked at me, the way he always tried to put me in my place. Itâs just a class. It doesnât matter, I reminded myself. This isnât real life. This is just some stupid competition.
The bell rang, breaking my thoughts, and the class started to pack up. As usual, Bakugo shoved his things into his bag with that signature smug expression, as if he'd already forgotten the moment Iâd answered correctly. He probably wouldnât give it a second thought, while I would be stewing in it for the rest of the day.
I grabbed my phone, hoping to distract myself. A new message from Dino.tnt 609 popped up. My fingers tapped the screen eagerly, relieved for the sudden shift in focus.
Dino.tnt609: âSo, Halloween party tomorrow night.. what do you think? You in?â
I smiled at the message. Dino. He was the one person who could make everything feel lighter, even when things felt heavy. Talking to him always made me feel like I could breathe again after a day of dealing with Bakugoâs constant need to compete. Dino was my escape. He didnât care about grades or the stupid academic battles I fought with Bakugo every day. He just⌠gets me.
But then I hesitated. My thumb hovered over the keyboard as I began to type, the excitement of the invite quickly dampened by a twinge of anxiety. The party. It should be fun, right? Just a Halloween party. But the idea of seeing someone in personâsomeone I had only ever known through texts and memes and game chatsâsuddenly felt overwhelming. What if I didnât click with him in real life? What if meeting him was awkward?
But more than that, what if it turned out that the person I was texting with every night was someone I couldnât stand in real life? What if he was one of those people who, once you met them face to face, you realized you just didnât vibe with? What if it was someone like Bakugo?
Wait, no. Donât think that. I tried to push the thought out of my head. I knew it was irrational. Dino wasnât Bakugo. He couldnât be. Dino was the one who listened to my rants without judgment. Bakugo wouldâve laughed at my complaints, probably turned it into some kind of competition. But Dino didnâtâhe understood. He had always been there when I needed to vent about school, about life, about how exhausting it was to constantly feel like I had to prove myself to people who didnât deserve it.
I bit my lip, still unsure. Maybe I was overthinking it. Itâs just a Halloween party. Just one night. The mask I planned to wear would make it easier, give me an extra layer of comfort in case things felt weird. And if it turned out the person I was meeting in real life was someone I couldnât stand? I could always leave early, or just keep the mask on, keep things light. No pressure.
With a sigh, I finally typed back.
starz26708: âIâm not sure yet. I want to go, but I keep thinking about who I might run into. What if itâs someone I already know and just donât get along with? I hate the idea of meeting someone and realizing theyâre not who I thought theyâd beâŚâ
I glanced at the message after I sent it, my heart pounding slightly. What if Dino didnât understand? What if he thought I was being weird or overdramatic? But no, Dino would get it. He always did.
My phone buzzed almost immediately, and I opened the message from him.
Dino.tnt609: âI totally get it. Meeting people in real life is a lot different, especially when youâve only talked to them online. But hey, no worries. If you donât like the vibe when you get there, you donât have to stay. Just come and hang out for a bit, if you feel like it. We can just keep it lowkey. And honestly, the mask thing sounds awesome. No pressure at all.â
I felt the tension leave my shoulders as I read his reply. Dinoâs message was so casual, so easy-going. It reminded me that I didnât have to overthink everything. The idea of the mask suddenly felt like a safe haven, a way to protect myself if things didnât go as planned. And if things went well? Even better.
I glanced at my costume on the chair across the room, the simple, cute outfit with the eye mask. It was just for fun, right? It would be a way to keep things light, to feel like I could still hide behind some layer of anonymity, just in case. I could show up, meet DIno, and see how it felt. If I didnât like the vibe, I could leave. No harm done.
Taking a deep breath, I typed out my response.
starz26708: âAlright, Iâll do it. Iâll come to the party. And Iâll wear the mask. No pressure. Just⌠a fun time, right?â
I hit send and sat back in my chair, feeling both nervous and excited. The thought of meeting Maverick in real life still made my heart race, but now there was a sense of excitement bubbling up, too. No more overthinking. Tomorrow would be what it would be.
As I tucked my phone back into my pocket, I couldnât help but think back to the classroom earlier that day, the way Bakugo had looked at me with that scoff, like I was some kind of threat to his place in the class. I couldnât stop him from being irritated or annoyed by me. But for once, I didnât need to care. I was about to meet someone who saw me for who I really was, not just some competitor in an academic race.
And for the first time in a while, that felt like enough.
The library was still, the kind of stillness that envelops you like a blanket, pressing in with its quiet whispers. The scent of old books and fresh paper, mingled with the faint hum of fluorescent lights, filled the air. I sat at my usual spot in the corner near the back row of tables, tucked between two towering bookshelves. The table before me was cluttered with textbooks, notebooks, and a half-finished cup of coffee that had long since cooled. It was late afternoon, and the golden light from the windows cast long shadows across the floor, making everything feel a bit more serene than usual.
I liked it hereâthe calm, the solitude, the sense of focus that always seemed to find its way to me in the midst of my chaotic thoughts. But today, there was an odd distraction. Him. Bakugo.
It wasnât that he had suddenly appeared or made his presence known in any way. No, heâd been here for a while now, sitting at the table across from hers, his head bent low over a stack of textbooks. His usual aloofness was present, that edge of arrogance that always seemed to follow him like a cloud, but it was muted somehow. Less blatant. Less in-your-face.
I could feel the tension in her chest as I stole a glance at him. My eyes lingered for just a moment, not sure what to make of it. He wasnât showing off, wasnât playing the part of the smug academic genius. He was just⌠working.
It was weird. It had been a while since Iâd seen Bakugo like thisâsince he had been normal. Or maybe that wasnât the right word. Maybe it was more like he was letting his guard down a little, just enough for me to notice. He was still Bakugo, the same guy who had scoffed at me when I answered that question in class with confidence, the same guy whoâd shot me looks of condescension every chance he got. But today, there was something⌠different.
I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with the way my thoughts were spiraling around him. I didnât like this feeling. I didnât like the fact that I was starting to care, even a little, about what Bakugo thoughtâor, worse, starting to wonder if he was, in some way, not the person I always assumed him to be.
My focus snapped back to my notes. I had a test coming up. A test I needed to ace. No distractions. No thoughts about him. And yet, despite my best efforts, I couldnât stop my gaze from drifting back to him.
Bakugo had paused in the middle of writing, a pencil hovering above his notebook as he looked at something in the distance, his gaze unfocused. There was a tiredness about him today, something uncharacteristic, as though the weight of his own expectations were getting to him. His posture had shifted slightly; no longer the rigid, always-perfect stance, but more slouched, as if the constant pressure of being the best was beginning to wear on him. I had always known that he had his own demons, just as I did. But today, it felt⌠real somehow. It felt more human.
I tried to shake it off, to tell myself that this was just another moment of my own weakness, my need to understand people. To make sense of things. But it was harder now. It was harder to keep the walls up when I had seen a flicker of something real underneath the arrogance.
Bakugo cleared his throat suddenly, breaking the silence between them, and my eyes shot up, my heart giving an unexpected jolt. He was looking at me now, but not with the same sharp, dismissive gaze I was used to. No, this time, it was... different. There was still a hint of skepticism, but it wasnât the biting kind. It was almost... curious.
âYouâre doing that thing again,â he said, his voice a little hoarse, but not with the usual irritation. It was more like an observation. âStaring off into space.â
I blinked, surprised by the comment. âWhat?â
âYouâre distracted,â he said, his voice quieter now. He shifted in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck with a tired sigh. âYouâve been looking at me like Iâm some kind of puzzle youâre trying to figure out.â
I frowned, annoyed at how accurately heâd read me, even though I hadnât been aware of it myself. âI havenât been staring at you,â I muttered, though it wasnât very convincing. I hadnât meant to stare at him, but it was hard not to when something about today felt... off. In a way that was hard to describe.
Bakugo smirked, the edge of his usual arrogance slipping back for a moment. âSure you havenât.â
The flicker of their old dynamic was still there, but there was something softer in the way he said it. No ridicule. No malice. Just a simple, half-amused observation.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. This wasnât helping me focus. And yet, there was something about the way Bakugo was acting today that made me feel like he wasnât just my academic rival anymore. He wasnât just the guy who competed against me for every grade, for every small victory.
For a split second,I entertained the thought that maybeâjust maybeâI had misjudged him. But I quickly dismissed it. Bakugo was still Bakugo. Still arrogant. Still stubborn. Still too proud for his own good.
âIâm trying to focus,â I muttered, feeling a bit of tension in my chest, my irritation creeping back.
Bakugo didnât respond right away. Instead, he picked up his pencil again and started scribbling something in his notebook. The sound of the lead scraping against the paper was oddly calming in the otherwise quiet space. I could feel the weight of the moment stretch out, the minutes slipping by as both of us worked, neither of us speaking.
And then, unexpectedly, Bakugo spoke again.
âYou know,â he said, his voice a little softer than before, âyouâre not the only one stressed out about this stuff.â
I blinked at him. What?
âYeah,â He continued, not looking up from his work. âI might seem like I have everything figured out all the time, but I donât. Iââ He paused for a second, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something that wasnât arrogance in his eyes. âI hate feeling like Iâm always just... expected to be the best, you know?â
I was taken aback. I didnât know how to respond at first. This wasnât the Bakugo I knew, the Bakugo who acted like he had the world on a string and was just waiting for it to fall into place. No, this was different. This was... human. Vulnerable, even.
I swallowed, the words catching in my throat. âI get it,â I said quietly, before I could stop herself. âI feel the same way. Like Iâm always trying to prove something. Like Iâm never enough.â
Bakugo finally looked up at me then, his expression more thoughtful than I had ever seen it. The usual arrogance was still there, tucked beneath the surface, but it wasnât all-consuming. For a second, he just looked at her, as if considering her words. And for a moment, I wasnât sure what to say next.
Then, surprisingly, Bakugo offered a small, almost imperceptible nod, the corner of his mouth twitching upward, not into a smirk, but a genuine smile. It wasnât muchâcertainly not the kind of smile I ever expect from himâbut it was enough.
âYeah,â he said, his voice quieter now. âGuess weâre not so different after all.â
I was silent for a moment, processing the unexpected turn in their conversation. There was still so much about him that grated on my nerves, but in that moment, sitting in the library with him, I realized something. Maybeâjust maybeâthere was more to him than the arrogant exterior he always wore. Maybe there was a real person beneath all that pride and stubbornness.
And maybe, just maybe, I was starting to see him for who he truly was.
âI guess so,â I replied, offering him a small smile of my own.
Both of us went back to their work, the silence stretching out between us again, but this time, it wasnât uncomfortable. It was⌠peaceful. There was an understanding now, an unspoken truce. They werenât enemies, not reallyânot anymore.
For the first time, I realized that their rivalry didnât have to define us. We could just be two students, studying together in the same quiet space, both trying to survive the pressures of their lives.
And in that simple moment, sitting across from each other, we both found a kind of peace.
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WandaNat
Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader
Warnings: awkward!reader. clint slander. WandaNat no mercy.
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This was your worst nightmareâtrapped between the bodies of two incredibly hot, kind, and funny women.Â
And no, it wasn't in the sexy wayâyour brain refused to even let you go down that route. You'd implode at even the slightest thought of it.Â
This was Clint's fault, you quietly seethed, plotting his gruesome murder that could later be turned into a true crime podcast. Laura will have to be a widowed single mother, and the children will have to grow up fatherless, but surely it was for the best.Â
"Come down to visit us!" Clint said to you, your mind mimicking his voice unflatteringly. "It's been way too long since you guys came to stay with us."
It was a normal occurrence; you thought nothing of it. You, Wanda, and Natasha often went to stay with Clint and his family quarterly. Natasha visited more with her girlfriend, Wanda, and they invited you every time, but you settled that four times a year was enough.Â
It was usually fun, and the time spent was enjoyable, so you really had thought nothing about it.
Until Clint decided he was actually the incarnate of the devil and condemned you for some undisclosed sin.Â
"Oh, you three are cool sharing a room, right? The other spare bedroom is under renovation. I mean, one of you can take the couch but I highly don't recommend it with what the kids have spilled on it over the years."
No, it wasn't okay, you wanted to say at the time, but Wanda and Natasha nonchalantly waved Clint off and told him it was fine, and the conversation breezed on, never to be returned to again.Â
Why would he invite all three of you if there wasn't enough space!? You tried to tell Wanda and Natasha that you could drive to the nearest hotel at night, but they looked at you strangely and asked if you hated them. It was jokingly, but you could hear a tinge of hurt in their voice, which silenced you from offering to leave again.Â
But now you were suffering.Â
The bed was way too small for three people but left enough room for just a couple of inches to keep you from coming into skin-to-skin contact with either redhead.
You stared at the ceiling, despite being unable to make out any details of the room in the darkness.Â
Why the fuck were you in the middle?
You should've been on the edge. At least then, you could hang half your body off it to keep some distance.Â
You started at the edge of the bedâmake no mistake. But then Natasha came to your side and asked you to scootch over. You assumed she preferred sleeping on the right side, so you started to make your way down to the other side. But then, to your horror, Wanda climbed in from the other end, effectively trapping you in the middle.Â
The words were caught in your throat as you tried to force them out and ask if you could have the edge, but Natasha and Wanda mumbled their goodnights before promptly falling asleep.Â
This was unacceptable; you mentally cried. This wasâweird. You know that Wanda and Natasha have been together for ages, and they probably didn't care, but it was strange to be in the middle of them like this. You're way too awkward for this.Â
It brought up the unwanted feelings you've been trying to get rid of for months.Â
The worst part was that it was winter, and this room was so fucking cold. Was Clint going through financial hardship? Why isn't there any heat in this room?
You wished him ill, you wished him ill, you wished bad things upon Clint Barton.Â
You shifted, trying to pull the blanket up higher and shrink yourself to retain some of the heat. You turned on your side, facing Wanda's back, and frowned. You could practically feel the heat radiating off her and wanted to scoot away from her. But you couldn't. You'd scoot right into Natasha, who was also radiating heat as she faced your back.
At this moment, you hated them for being so unaware of their temptations.Â
You swallowed. Moving a little closer to Wanda wouldn't be too bad, right? Just to steal a bit more of her warmth, so you could fall asleep and wake up early to get out of bed.Â
You scooted a little closer, your nose just inches away from her back since there wasn't much wiggle room. Her heat emitted off her like a goddamn fireplace, and you sighed a little at the warmth on your nose and the parts of your cheeks.Â
It was still pretty cold, and you shivered a little.Â
Your movement seemed to wake Wanda as she lifted her head to look around at you. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Turning back, Wanda lay her head back down and shut her eyes with a yawn.Â
You started to scoot back to where you were, but Wanda grabbed your wrist from under the blanket and pulled it over her waist as she shuffled back into you.
The warmth pressed against your front jolted you, and you were stiff, despite how good it felt.Â
"ĐťŃйиПа��, she's cold," Wanda mumbled in the dark as she threaded her fingers through yours.
Wanda was clearly speaking to Natasha because the redhead behind you shifted and moved closer until she was pressed against your back snuggly. Her arms wrapped around your midsection as she tangled her legs through yours.Â
You wanted to die.Â
You wanted to kill Clint Barton and then run into oncoming traffic.Â
"Um," you croaked.Â
"Is this better?" Natasha mumbled sleepily, and she was so close you felt her lips move against your shoulder.Â
No.
Yes.
No.
"Uh," you dragged out before finally deciding with an awkward stiff, "Yes."
It was warmâalmost too warm now. You closed your eyes with a silent groan.Â
You weren't getting any sleep tonight.
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In the face of recent news about our beloved Destiny, I think itâs more important than ever for us as a community to come together and support each other in numerous ways.
Itâs been a very hard week for all of us, especially those who lost their jobs and outlet for their passion in mass lay offs. Losing a position that allowed you to craft magnificent stories alongside some of the most ambitious people in the gaming industry, especially in worrying economic circumstances, must be excruciating to deal with and I wish the best for all those laid off from Bungie.
For us fans, it hurts more than anything to see the game you care so much for get put in headlines for how little that care is shared amongst the people responsible for making decisions on it. Iâve been into Destiny since it first dropped, making it the love of my life for nearly two-thirds of my whole existence , and to hear about how itâs just another product to be sold when itâs everything and more to me is just despairing. I wanted to become a writer and concept artist to create a game for others that made them feel as cared for as I did when I played Destiny and now Iâm sitting here seeing all the people who helped foster that feeling be treated as another expenditure.
Itâs awful, a lot of us are feeling really uninspired and betrayed at the moment, not sure we even want to see what will happen to this masterpiece of a game in the hands of the current executives. We are also dearly missing the developers, artists, writers, and more who made Destiny more than a fps looter shooter.
But it is times like these where we are torn and confused that we must uplift one another and not let the bitter taste of Bungieâs actions make us speak with hostility. This is not about decisions on whether to support Bungie or the actual game, but about refocusing on what truly makes Destiny enjoyable to so many.
Its world is immersive with care put into every story and that clearly shows in just how eager fans are to create masterpieces for it. It was never playing the game or the notoriety that kept me coming back for more, but the joy of creation I could share with others.
It stings to see a disinterest in nursing the potential of the Destiny universe from the executives with motivations other than monetary gain, but when the executives wonât care, we can. There are still employees at Bungie who adore their work and we can continue to support them by speaking up against horrible industry practices and show that we wonât abandon their efforts to make Destiny what it is.
Make ocs, write fanfictions, follow the former employees wherever they go, draw til your heart is overflowing, join Discords, roleplay, share headcanons, create aus with friends, do whatever keeps Destiny alive and flourishing for you!
Destiny will never die to me, even when itâs long forgotten and the servers shut down, because Destiny made me who I am and I intend to repay that gift an infinite amount of times over. The characters and universe will be alive and well to me until I die, regardless of the fate of the game and Bungie.
So go out and prove that Destinyâs themes of the power of community and hope are more than just morals behind a screen, that they are life changing messages that we will carry on despite hopeless news!!
Reblog charming artists, message people about ships you enjoy, leave questions and tags that contribute to conservations, write essays about what Destiny means to you!!
My messages and inbox for questions are always open if anyone would like to talk (Iâm trying to get better at answering them, even if they are months late)! You are all welcome here and I want to start reblogging and liking more freely even if those things scare me sometimes!
We can decide our fates and we can decide the fate of Destinyâs presence in our lives as well! We can choose to care when others wonât and refuse to make our enjoyment debatable!! In troubling times, we should be able to reach out into the dark and find hands to hold onto tight!!
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Shy gn!reader goes to their first date with the Dateables
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
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Part 1 , Part 2 , Demon Brothers version
Romance Anon: Could I request headcanons for Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon react to shy gn s/o who asked what he would like to do for their first date because he made them happy by accepting their confession so they want to make him happy?
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A/N: wrote this while my upstairs neighbors were doing the nasty, so I got a little distracted
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Diavolo
He feels somewhat conflicted, to say the least. Growing up having everything his way, you could believe this would be easy for him, but you would be wrong. On the contrary, itâs precisely for that reason that he doesnât want to be the only one organizing the date.
Still, you asked him directly, so heâll humour you.
He asks Lucifer and Barbatos for ideas and heâs left with even more questions.
He could go big, book Ristorante Six so itâs just the two of you and hire a string quartet to set the mood; or he could literally go home, as they say, ask his butler to cook a special dinner and make the garden look pretty.
Thereâs also the possibility of going downtown, share some ice cream and take a stroll in the park or the busy avenue.
His indecision doesnât come from a lack of interest, but rather from cluelessness.
Should he do all of that? Should he make another plan? Something more extravagant? Something tamer?
Heâs completely lost. You made him happy when you agreed to go out with him as well, so thereâs no need for letting him decide everything, especially for your first date.
He wants to be with you, talk to you, have your whole attention and let you have his as well, so, in the end, he settles for the most private option.
Hopefully, you both will have time for more.
Barbatos
Thereâs a contradiction in your interests.
Heâs immensely glad youâre happy upon going out with him, but what he wants the most is to know you more than anyone else has ever done before.
Therefore, his idea of a perfect first date is to know whatâs your ideal first date and to make that a reality.
Do you like big gestures? He can take you to the opera or to a luxurious dinner, maybe even both.
Or perhaps you prefer a more intimate setting, which would be most preferable.
He excels in tea parties after all, something the both of you know, and he can use the opportunity to try new recipes and impress you. Maybe even use the tea blend he prepared just for you, a part of his efforts he deeply hopes you like.
Barbatos is perfectly aware that serving his date as a first date may not seem like something one may do for his own enjoyment, even when you were the one to ask him what to do for your day out together, but you have to understand, MC.
In his eyes, the best path towards your happiness is the one where he is the cause of it.
Solomon
At first he thinks of cooking something for you, maybe ask Luke to bake dessert beforehand, and have dinner at Purgatory Hall, but his roommatesâ immediate refusal confuses him.
He just wants to impress you!
But, hey, if his friends insist on changing plans... Thereâs plenty of other things to do anyways.
Why not get out of the Devildom for starters? A change of scenery sounds like a good idea and itâs not like youâre going to be away for too long. Plus, you can forget the brothers for once and he gets the opportunity of having your sole attention for a whole day.
Itâs a win-win situation.
Youâre going to be a human couple spending time in the human realm doing human things.
And whatâs more human than the sun? The warmth, the light⌠He could take you to a coastal city and sunbathe in the beach or to a small mountain town and walk through its green pastures.
Do you know how to make flower crowns? You could learn with him!
Take advantage of your human curiosity! What better companion than him?
Sure, the brothers and the royals could sweep you off your feet in many different ways, but if thereâs something only he can give you is understanding.
Youâre going through so much, learning and improving, saying goodbye to the person you once were, heâs the only one capable of comprehend the change in your humanity.
Trust in him to take the weight off your shoulders.
Simeon
He knows exactly what to do.
While he would love to have a traditional date with you, dining in a nice place before going for a stroll and take you home, he knows Luke wouldnât understand the concept of a date per se.
And as much as he loves the kid, he wants to be just with you for the night.
So, he does just that. He invites you to go out for the night while Luke is sleeping.
Thereâs a spot in one of the rooftops of RAD and he has visited it enough times to know itâs the perfect place for your date.
He asks Belphie for help and Diavolo for permission, borrowing books and asking simple questions about the sky, the constellations and the legends behind it.
Itâs not about studying as much as possible about the stars to impress you, which heâd prefer happening in a more natural setting, but rather having you discover the wonders that surround you with him.
Just the thought of keeping you close, shielding you from the cold of the night and staring at the dark sky with your fingers tightly intertwined with his, sends an involuntary smile to his face.
He wants to spend time with you, itâs as simple as that, but why not make it even more beautiful?
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ââ§Â°đŞ re4 leon kennedy headcannons
since you all loved my re2 headcannons, let's move upwards shall we.
warnings; nsfw, ptsd, afab reader !
⧠after dealing with the plagas, it was hard for him to come home to you.
⧠it was hard to see you after everything, but it was relieving.
⧠still a man that craves physical touch. he would definitely open the door and search for you to envelop you in a really tight hug.
⧠"I'm home in one piece, I missed you."
⧠he wouldn't let go for a while, just comforting himself in your smell and holding you close.
⧠he would be like this for weeks. he refused therapy, just your love because 'that's all he needs'.
⧠leon was clingy. this wasn't new, but after Spain he was inseparable from you.
⧠"please let me come with you. i just need to be with you right now baby."
⧠everywhere, even if it was to just get gas. you had to call out of work because of leon.
⧠"i need to go back to work, leon."
⧠his heart would start POUNDING. this man wanted you under his watch 24/7. he was treating you like a prisoner. you like that though.
⧠"please don't go back yet, i already make enough money to handle the both of us.. please baby."
⧠he would always win that conversation. would look down at you as he holds your waist to his body. soft kisses everywhere, he knew how you worked.
⧠that's why you had been with him for so long, there was always energetic chasing of each other. always something that had both of you going crazy for each other.
⧠that carried into your guys' sex life as well.
⧠he always catered to you, worship from him every step of the way.
⧠"come on princess.... just let me taste you one more time. you know how good I've been for you..."
⧠he was a man of his word, always. he knew how to put you in the mood.
⧠soft kissing, brushing gently around the places that drove you crazy. your neck was his favorite place to kiss, or softly hold.
⧠let's talk about this man's playlist of music. he KNEW what he was doing when putting those songs on.
⧠"so beautiful... can't wait to fuck you.."
⧠his favorite position is missionary, especially if he's standing and you're laying on the bed. he also loves shower sex. something about the temperature and steam does something to him when he sees you.
⧠he KNOWS how to fuck you. why wouldn't he? he loves to slowly bottom out into you and then fuck you desperately.
⧠mans is vocal, he wants you to hear it. he likes the way you respond to the things he has to say. it's never cheesy or too much though, he usually softly says it in your ear.
⧠"fuck..... princess I love this. take me so well, could fuck you all day if you wanted that. gnna breed you and make you mine. you are mine.... this dick is yours... fuck we fit perfectly huh?"
⧠he is open to a lot, especially if it's something you want to try. he has found to enjoy things he didn't think he'd like if it wasn't for you.
⧠newfound enjoyments are; ice cubes, restraints on him, cockwarming, being dominated, and loves gags.
⧠he loved when you would take the gag out of his mouth, and use the spit as lubricant. something about that just ignited something in him.
⧠you guys have sex a lot, and leon was surprised at how high your drive is.
⧠he will never complain, he enjoys stuffing you full and you feel the same.
⧠you and leon had quite a few videos together, and some fun pictures. he would jerk off to them at work. whenever he was on missions it was hard for him to not think about them.
⧠what can he say? he loves pleasing his girl.
kind of bold, but let me know what you guys think ^^
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⧠Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader
⧠Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst
⧠Summary: It's been two weeks since that fateful night your crushes revealed their killer hobby to you. You promise yourself you'll never look back but your ties to each other can't be severed so easily. Especially not when your own gruesome urges begin to creep in and an unexpected visitor gives you the perfect opportunity to set them free. Do you have it in you to resist or are you destined to return to them?
⧠Word Count: 2.1k-ish
⧠Warnings: horror elements, masturbation (f w/ vibrator), blood, violence (none between you 3 though. you psychos love each other too much), someone breaks into reader's house w/ short fight scene after, erotic homicidal urges, dead bodies, strong language, you become a killer bby girl, suggestive convos, everyone gets kinda sentimental, & that's all.
⧠A/N: I'm such a spooky girl at my core (it's where my writing roots are) so it's been fun writing this dark comedy/romance and I love you forever if you're joining this quite odd ride with me.
Also thank youuu @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 and @lxsunshine for asking to be tagged! I've never really had a tag list but if anyone else wants to be, totally let me know! đ¤
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Somewhere along the way your wires got crossed. You could blame it on Han and Minho for what they did but thatâd be unfair wouldnât it? What they uncovered in youâthe same darkness lurking within themselvesâhas alway been here and it refuses to be buried again. But you try.
Itâs been a long 15 minutes soaking in this bath with one leg draped over the side of the tub and your waterproof vibrator buzzing away beneath the lilac bubbles. Music plays in your headphones, ambient tunes meant to melt the tension from your body. Squeezing your eyes shut you tryâyou really tryâto chase off intrusive visions of two sickeningly handsome psychopaths. You donât want to remember what you saw that night but the pictureâs so clear in your head that it might as well be playing out in front of you all over again.
For the few seconds that you manage to shake the thought, your vibrator feels useless. It hums against your walls with all the enjoyment of a leg thatâs fallen asleep. But when the image snaps back into frameâthem standing there in nearly nothing, blood dripping down their bodiesâit feels heavenly. The pleasure travels through you in pulses, spreading further out the longer you indulge in your memories.
This isnât right. You have to stop. You know you do. So do it. You canât. Lie to yourself all you want but this is what you need. Water splashes onto the floor as your leg slips into the tub, moans dancing freely from your lips. Your heart thumps like a techno beat, battling the light music in your headphones for dominance.
The pressure in your lower belly overtakes you, dangerously close to erupting. Crashing into your high, your eyes fall open and youâre met with a face you havenât seen in months. You open your mouth to scream but a hand is already around your throat, dragging you out of the bathtub.Â
âWhereâs my brother?â the man shouts, the dim lighting in the bathroom only partially concealing a face twisted with rage.
You claw at his hands, nails slicing through his skin like razors. He grunts, gripping his bloody hand, and tosses you across the floor. A framed picture crashes to the floor as you hit the wall with a thud, your ears ringing at the impact. Turning to lunge at you again, he trips on the soaking wet bath mat and falls at your feet. You latch onto the toilet, struggling to pull yourself up when youâre still covered in bubbles.
âI know you know something! So tell me!â he demands, catching you by the ankle. He uses all of his strength to drag you down but youâre too slippery to hold onto.
âI donât know where your fucking brother is!â you scream, grabbing onto the toilet tank. Tucking your fingers under the lip of the heavy lid, you pull at it as hard as you can.Â
âYouâre lying! Either tell me what happened or Iâll make you, you fucking biââ
Ding! You swing around and crack him in the head with the porcelain lid. He stares up, not particularly at you, his gaze empty. Everything goes dark for him, blood gushing down his head, and heâs down. High off of adrenaline, you toss on your robe and run for the phone at the end of the hall. Hands shaking, tears running down your cheeks, you pick it up to call the cops. But something stops you.
Instinct takes over and your fingers are already dialing the new number. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and find yourself fixated on the bloody skin under your nails. The line rings so many times that you almost think no one will answer.
âMy baby!â Han cheers on the other end of the call, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. âI missed you.â
 Thereâs some shuffling followed by Minhoâs voice, âWe missed you!âÂ
You flick the skin from under your nails, smiling to yourself. âHi boys,â you sniffle, knowing thereâs no turning back, âI missed you too. You wouldnât happen to be, uh, busy tonight would you?â
Minho feels like an old man who canât get his dick up. It might actually be easier if he were. At least then thereâd be a pill to fix what heâs going through. Ever since you walked out that door both he and Han have had the worst dry spell theyâve ever experienced. The only dry spell theyâve ever experienced. The last body they touched was your exâs. They threw it, every last piece of it, somewhere no one would ever find him and left it at that. It just wasnât fun anymore.
Detectives call what theyâre going through a âcooling offâ period. Itâs the time between murders when a serial killer returns to their normal lives, biding their time until they can kill again. Poking his spoon around in a bowl of soggy cereal, a pouty Minho doubts thatâll happen any time soon. âI hate this!â he whines, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
Han pushes his legs away, flopping down beside him on the couch, âGet your feet off my coffee table.â
âMeh meh meh meh meh meh mehâ Minho mocks, deflating when it hits him that he can hardly enjoy picking on Han anymore.
Han scooches closer to Minho, offering him a shoulder to lay his head on. Minho takes it, feeling Hanâs sadness without having to see the heartbroken look on his face. No matter how much he teases him, Hanâs his best friend. Theyâre brothers. They understand each other like no one else can and he knows how badly Han hoped you would too.
âYou wanna go to the medical history museum tomorrow?â Minho asks, calling upon all of his cuteness to make Han happy.
Han doesnât answer but exhales a âHmmâŚâ that signals he might be interested.Â
Minho bats his eyelashes, laying it on heavy, âCome on, they have the worldâs largest collection of human skulls. You know you love good head. I mean, no, wait, that didnâtâŚshit.â Han hangs his head, laughing so hard it makes him wheeze. âWhy would you say that? Just why?â
Minho sits up, elbowing him in the side, âFuck you. I was trying to cheer you up.â
Han throws his arms around Minho, hugging him tightly, âStop sulking! Iâll go! Who needs a girl when you have the worldâs largest collection of human skulls, ya know?â
Minho narrows his eyes, resisting the urge to fight against the hug just this once. Deep down inside, really deep, he loves it. âExactlyâ he huffs, âWomen are a distraction anyway. Weâre better off without her.âÂ
Ring! Ring! Ring! The sound of the phone sucks all of the air from the room and their stomachs collectively sink. In record time theyâre halfway across the room, pushing each other out of the way to check the caller ID. Your name flashes on it and Han snatches it up just as Minhoâs fingers graze the buttons.Â
Han answers the phone, almost too excited to contain himself, âMy baby!â Minho folds his arms, quietly judging Han for being such a dork about this.
âI missed youâ Han says, lower this time, his back turned to Minho.
What happened to not needing you? What happened to being better off without you? Oh, fuck it.
Minho steals the phone, blushing so hard his ears turn red, âWe missed you.â
A minimum of six traffic laws were broken when the boys realized something had happened to you. Of course you couldnât tell them the incriminating details over the phone. Luckily, hearing you cry was more than enough for them to stop everything and speed across the city to check on you. They really only cared about seeing you again but the presence of a possibly dead body doesnât hurt.
In your second stroke of luck tonight, if you can call it that, youâre positive no one knows heâs here. Thereâs nothing on him to track him by. He came only with the tools he used to break in and a taser he no doubt intended to use on you. And there wonât be any fuss from your downstairs neighbor. She hasnât been able to hear since 1982. All thatâs left is the matter of what to do with him.Â
Gathered in your bathroom, the three of you stand over the body carefully watching for signs of life. Han and Minho glance at each other behind your back. Theyâre both wondering the same thing but donât know how to ask. They play a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. Hanâs rock and he hates that for himself. Minhoâs paper and heâs never been happier. Minho mouths, âLoserâ and Han flips him off.Â
âBabyâ Han says sweetly, holding your hand, âWere you and this guy, likeâŚâ
You stare at him, happy to be holding his hand but genuinely confused, âWere we?â Reading the room, you pick up on what they mean. âNo, no, no! Never! ThisâŚâ you say, kicking the motionless body, âIs my exâs shithead brother. He broke in cause he wants to know where his brother is.â
Minho shrugs, pulling the belt to your bathrobe out, âLetâs make sure theyâre reunited then shall we?â He wraps the belt around each hand a few times until thereâs tension in the fabric and just enough room to fit a human neck. Minho sits down on the floor, positioning the manâs head in his lap. Heâs ready to tighten the belt around his neck but thereâs something bugging him. âDo you guys hear that?â
You all listen closely, picking up on a nearly inaudible buzzing. Han follows the sound over to the bathtub where the bubbles have long dissolved and spots the source immediately. He rolls his sleeves up and reaches into the water, pulling out your vibrator.
âOh my god. Give it here!â you shriek, taking it and switching it off. You toss it in the cabinet under the sink, unable to handle how much theyâre obviously loving this. âSo, did you come at least?â Minho asks, relaxing his hold on the belt.Â
âIâm not answering that.âÂ
Hanâs studied you enough to tell when youâre lying. âShe did! Did you think about us when you did it?âÂ
Minho giggles, far too pleased with himself, âShe did.âÂ
âGo to hell!â you snap, getting on your knees beside Minho. You take the belt from him, winding it around your hands the same way that he did. âShow me.â
Your boldness throws them offâthis is far from what they were expectingâbut they donât hesitate to guide you. Han joins you on the other side, showing you how to hold the belt properly. Minho checks the pulse before propping the body up for you. Itâs weak but itâs there. It feels natural to be doing this together, like the space between them was always meant to be one youâd inhabit.
âThanks for coming, you guysâ you say, seconds from strangling a man, âMost guys wonât even buy me flowers and you risked the electric chair for me. Thatâs way sweetâ
âYouâre worth risking the electric chair forâ Han coos, kissing you on the cheek.
Minho nods in agreement, kissing you on the other cheek, âCutie.â
Your cheeks are so warm and you canât stop yourself from smiling. Youâre basically glowing at the love being poured into you. Itâs perfect enough that you regret running away from it to begin with but that wonât happen this time.
âAah!â the man croaks, shooting back into consciousness. He tries to sit up but you use the belt to hold him down, squeezing it as hard as you can around his neck. You lock your legs around him, something they didnât need to instruct you to do, and hang on until he goes limp. They look at you like theyâre terrified of you, afraid to make any sudden movements in case youâre in the mood to come for them too.Â
Han takes him by the wrist, checking his pulse, âHeâsâŚdead. Holy shit. You killed a guy.âÂ
âI killed a guy?âÂ
âYou did! Good girlâ Minho applauds, breaking out into a happy dance.
You and Han join him, dancing to totally different songs in your head but celebrating together nonetheless. Han gets up from the floor, dusting himself off, âNow youâve just gotta chop him up. Got any food in your fridge? Iâm hungry.â He wanders off to the kitchen, leaving you and Minho alone in the bathroom.
Minho gets up too, kissing you on the top of the head. âI could use a midnight snack tooâ he yawns following Hanâs lead, âBe careful with the radial artery, love. It bleeds like a bitch.âÂ
Pushing the body off of you, you hop up to chase after them. âWait! Youâre ditching me for snacks? I donât have the tools for this. And what the fuck is a radial artery?âÂ
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Jeff the killer general + relationship headcanons
_I did Jeff headcanons before but they were ass, so hereâs my second attempt.
ââââââââââââââââââ -`âĄÂ´-
General đŠś
Veeeeery reclusive
Heâs thin and agile, even if heâs literally just standing in a room staring at the wall, lost in thought, heâll hide or slip out of the room when he hears someone coming in easily
He doesnât even really mean to, but itâs just some instinct that kicks in he doesnât bother to fight
Doesnât like people all that much anyways, so heâll do what he can to avoid everyone
Loneliness isnât the loveliest feeling though
Occasionally heâll go find one of the other creeps, awkwardly ask them a simple question
I see a lot of stuff where heâs really loud and obnoxious, also a total jerk, and although I agree, his whole life went to shit pretty early on
So he lacks social skills, he barely knows how to take care of himself, and doesnât have good emotional control
Of course he has outbursts, he doesnât know how to make friends, he thinks because heâs so damn amazing everyone who âactsâ like they hate him just wants to be him
But it begins to get to him after awhile, never having someone
He is sort of friends with Ben, but it flip flops from fun and easygoing to strained and frustrating
Survives on randomly selected energy drinks, beer and junk food alone
Cannot cook, cannot remember what a warm meal tastes like
Has a lot of energy, so when he canât find anyone to bother, he goes on walks
Mostly during night to help hide his face, but because of that itâs pretty enjoyable
Wears a mask too so he can grab some food before finding whatever abandoned park he can, sitting on the swing set while he eats
Prefers the colder months
Iâm not sure I wanna add he has smile dog as a pet on my version of him⌠but he is a big dog person. Runs into a stray every now and again and spends maybe a solid hour just petting and talking to it
He kills when he feels overwhelmed, but regrets it from all the guilt after
Sleeps a lot to try and forget about everything
Relationship
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You two probably met in a rather absurd way
Maybe it was the classic you both just murdered someone and found eachother, dripping with a strangerâs blood
Or he walked into your home at random, surprised and intrigued by your lack of fear
(you were just too tired to give a fuck)
Heâs real rude at first, calling you names, making fun of basically the way you breathe or walk, trying to poke and prod for a weak point
If you tough it out and keep being kind or neutral towards him, eventually heâll stop and slide into a weird mood of observing you
Itâs like his eyes never leave you for a second, and it gets real creepy
He studies your movements, your face, your words, your mannerisms
Youâre still here despite his lack ofâŚmaturity at the beginning
Even if itâs a little begrudgingly, youâve let him stay
Itâs weird and he canât help but question if itâs some scheme to hurt or kill him
But heâll be damned if he misses the chance to have the first genuine human connection heâs had in years
Kind of follows you like a cat when he can
Like to watch you from his own spot in the room, occasionally piping up to say whatever comes to his mind
And, it would take a bit longer, but eventually he warms up to being more affectionate, rather than the previous friendly coexisting
Doesnât show it, might even scowl at you for being quote unquote cringe, but adores when you compliment him. About his beauty, his talents, his intelligence, he wants it all
But what he really adores is your touch
Late nights in, watching some show while he lies on top of you
Your nails running up and down his back, occasionally tangling into his hair to twist and brush it makes his heart beat faster than any night when heâs drenched in sweat and blood
Heâll still refuse to show that kind of weakness in front of anyone else, but when itâs just him and you, heâs pathetic for your attention and affection
Likes to hold you from behind, tracing every curve, every scar, every inch of your skin he can reach
Dangerously possessive
Youâre the first good thing thatâs happened to him in a long while, he cannot stand even the thought of you being ripped away from him
And as I said before, he doesnât have the greatest control of his feelings
Instead of voicing his fears or concerns, he lashes out at you, especially if he knows youâve been spending time with someone else
Tries to force you to stay by his side, threatens to harm you if you dare to leave
But once he calms down, he leaves, and your left scratching your head wondering why he had done all of that
Heâll come back when youâre asleep, watching you as he traces shapes onto your arm
Heâs so fucking scared youâre gonna realize how truly shitty of a person he is
Wakes you up, wrapping you into a hug as soon as your blearily blink your eyes open
He wonât apologize, heâs still a bit of a narcissist, but you can feel it in the way he clings to you in the darkness of the room
Youâll cuddle him to sleep, and wake up in the morning to him acting like nothing has happened
ââââââââââââââââââ -`âĄÂ´-
_ughhh still donât rlly like this it is SO messy, but also idc lol. Hope my version of him is enjoyable⌠might work on nsfw headcanons next, but Iâm kind of just going with whatever right now. requests open, and sorry for my previous inactivity (ââ¸âźâś)
#creepypasta x reader#x reader#sorrowrites#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta headcanons#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader#jeff the killer headcanons#i forgot how to tag
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Horn grinding headcanons! Niflheim
(I'm gonna be honest,this took way too long to write and I feel like I kinda missed the theme of this series with this work...I also feel like my writing was a bit off....I don't know how to feel about this one!)
Gusion
-bro paint those horns,it's impossible to find them
-he's already tired af and done with everything,so when you ask to grind on his horns....he just sighs
-he suddenly grabs you and puts you on his lap.He then puts his hand in your pants and starts using his long fingers on you while grabbing a pen with his free hand and going back to his math problems.
-He then tells you ''If you can survive a few hours of this maybe I'll let you use my horns''
-but a few hours for Gusion means a whole damn afternoon!
-That fucking tease is rubbing,pinching and fingering you with one hand while doing math with the other,looking absolutelly unfazed. Heck he's not even checking on you,even tho you're trembling in his lap after your 8 th orgasm.
-when the sun goes down so does his pen and he finally looks down at you. He gently cradles your body before throwing you on his bed
-you're still recovering from his previous torture,he's already pulling his tie off and tying your hands together with it.He lies his head on your lower stomach and looking up at you seducevlly
-you're in for a long night
Bathin
-Hmm....now he has an intresting horn.On one hand it looks pretty sharp but maybe it's just the angle...I bet the tips are actually smooth....the swirl also reminds me of a knife but I hope it's not like one....so this could either be painful or really enjoyable!
-Let's set the scene! You two are sitting on a comfy blanket on a field,moonlight shining on the two of you. As his head lays on your lap while he rambles on about a book he's reading,you stare at his very asteticlly shaped horn before getting a sudden horny idea.
-While he's talking,you sneak your hand from his hair to his horn,gently caressing it which get's a quick reaction out of him. He slowly stops talking mid sentence,his cheeks slowly turning a light shade of pink while he covers his mouth and looks away from you. ''My little star...you shoudn't touch someone's horn like this..it's very sensitive for us devils..'' he says with a meek voice,stopping a few times to cathch his breath.
-''Oh? You seem to like it tho. Maybe we could even use it for something more...intresting~'' You say in return,your voice lower then normal.
-With you touching one of his erogenous zones and suggesting something so perverted,outside even!.....let's just say he's not one to refuse you.
-The act in it's own is very sweet and fluffy. He does most of the work while also being carefull not to accidentally hurt you. He caresses your legs throughout it all. Just make sure to praise him and tell him how good you feel. He's pretty quiet,only making a few grunts and a slight whimper
-now imagine all of this but he's wearing a sailor moon costume
Andrealphus
-now I like this. Beautiful shape,rigged,long! That's what I want in a devil! Plus there's so much surfice and ways to grind on....
-Okay imagine that he finally comes home after being gone for days. When he returns he's all covered in blood,probably coming back from another massacre. As a good partner,you offer to help him bathe.
-Now you are running your hands through his long hair while he's soaking in the tub.As you are washing his hair,you notice his pretty horns and get an idea.
-You slide your hands down to his shoulders and softly whisper into his ear ''Andrealhus~ Can I borrow your horns please? I promise you'll enjoy it too.~''
-his breath hitches at your hot breath against his ear,he closes his eyes with a frown ''No...you'll get dirty with blood'' Now obviouslly he's just trying to make excuses! Why? Simply...he doesn't wish to hurt you. He knows how strong he is and since he spends most of his time hunting and torturing angels,he's afraid he might lose control and cause you pain.
-But you are not satisfied with that! You then slide one of your hands down his chest,softly caressing it and with the other one,you gently trace his horns ''But Andrealphus! You been gone for a week...you can't expect me to not be needy when you come back. Plus..I missed you so much! Please don't make me wait any longer~'' you whine sensually in his ear.
-Now you are really testing his limits. Screw all his morals! If you want it,you'll get it. Doesn't mean he'll be rough tho.
-As soon as he hears you pleading,he releases a long groan.He grabs your hips and gently places you in the water,right between his legs.
-Andreaplhus then starts gliding his fingers along your body. From your collarbone to your chest,down along your stomach and lower until he reaches your privates.
-When he touches your most sensitive area,which is now even more sensitive than normal cuz of your horniness,you get startled and yelp before jumping back on your feet.
-Your reaction suprises him a bit but then he smiles innocently and pulls you back near him.He grabs your leg and lifts it over his head. With his horn now between your thighs,pressed against you. With a husky voice he says ''Looks like you really did miss me. You're so sensitive today...let me guess,you been touching yourself a lot while I was out.''
-You whimper softly and nod before placing your hands on his other hrn and humping the one between your legs.
-he groans and gently holds on the flesh of your thighs,holding them firmlly enough to stop your movement. He then slowly bobs his head while making sure you stay in place
-Now you have this gigantic killing machine of a devil,melting under you,doing his best to be sweet and gentle with you while also melting uder your touch. His horns already slick with pre-milk.
-After a few minutes of soft passion,his movements start getting faster and sloppier,warning that he's close to climax.Seeing his blushing face,his quick breaths makes you feel your own orgasm approaching. You press yourself even closer to him which makes you cum first. Feeling your juices hit his horns and your knees tremble,he arrives as well,moaning your name with his soft voice
-imagine if he looked at you with that bloodthirsty smile in between the act
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