#speechless asf

[marciliedonato]

i’m fucking crying.... not the duet 😭 💀 💀nickisnotgreen was right, this truly is history in the making

[mangosrar]

call it closure

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

long asf. smut. filth. sexy chris 😛😛😛

your relationship with chris had always been complicated, a will they wont they sort of thing. you both loved eachother, that was obvious, yes you were his, but he wasnt yours.

you both decided friends with benefits would be the best option. well for him. part of you agreed just so you could play pretend, trick yourself into thinking you had him, and you knew nothing lasted forever, but he fooled you for a while.

everyone knew chris had major commitment issues, but you just didnt understand. he treated you like the only girl ever behind closed doors, but the second anyone else was around, he would drop your hand.

you thought this would be fine, you had him, you had him to yourself and that was all that mattered. until you realised you didnt. he had you eating out the palm of his hand on complete puppet strings. he said jump and you asked how high. you had fallen down a dangerous rabbit hole, and the only way to escape was to drive a knife straight through the heart of whatever it was you and chris had.

flashback.

the house was the quietest youve ever heard it. matt and nick were out so chris had invited you over to smoke with him but you were pretty sure he had over done it because he had gone completely none verbal and just started staring at the wall. he was slouched down on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his hands in his lap. you were too, slouched down on the couch with your knees up. he took a deep breath in before breaking the silence.

"do you think were soulmates in every universe?" he said. not moving his eyes from the spot on the wall. you could have cried right there and then, feeling a deep aching pain bloom in your chest from his words. you hated how he was so absentmindedly killing you.

there was an abundant pause and a thick tension gathered in the air, you wondered if chris could feel it too.

"are we even soulmates in this one?" your voice was so quiet and soft you weren’t sure he even heard you, until he let out a frustrated sigh before bringing a hand up to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"come on y/n dont start this shit now" his voice was harsh. he kept his eyes closed waiting for you to drop it, like you did every time, but you werent sure how much longer you could carry on like this.

"what chris? im being serious, i dont even know what this is anymore, you treat me like im everything one minute and then act like you couldnt care less is i fucking live or die the next!" you let your feet fall and land on the floor as you sat up and turned to face him.

"you know thats not true" he took his hand off of his face and let it rest in the air. his eyes still closed.

"do i?" your voice was quiet and broken. this was draining. the heavy presence of the fact he wasnt truly yours was sucking the life out of you. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

"we both agreed to do this y/n you cant put all of this on me" he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring at you intensely.

there was a pregnant pause, he was waiting for you to defend yourself, or at least try to argue his point, but you couldnt, he was right, to a certain degree. yes you had both agreed to friends with benefits but you hadnt agreed to being hopelessly in love with someone who only reciprocated those feelings in the dark.

you dropped yours eyes, tearing them away from his and letting them linger on his hands before taking a deep breath in.

"i cant carry on like this, its killing me." he tried to cut you off momentarily but you held a hand up, stopping him. "i wont beg for you to love me anymore chris, because i know that somewhere deep down you really do". he said nothing as he stared at you. he was completely speechless. he felt that pain, just like you did, deep in his bones. you searched his eyes for something, anything, a sign that you were lying and just embarrassing yourself, a sign that told you he wasnt at all affected by this, any sense of doubt. you found nothing.

and with that, you left. you got up and walked out of that house, leaving chris to sit there and regret every singe life decision that had got him to this point, but he didnt come after you, he didnt try to stop you, he didnt try to change your mind and thats what stung the most.

end of flashback.

"im going to pack the car so everyone bring your bags down!" chris shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

you pulled the zipper closed on the bag before taking your phone off the bed and making your way downstairs, nick following close behind you. you didnt even look up at chris. you couldnt, you wanted to take complete advantage of the short amount of time you had left to distance yourself from him as much as possible.

it had been about 3 months since you walked out on chris, you hadnt spoke at all, he hadnt tried and neither had you, both of you just accepting fate and trying to move on, but considering the fact his two brothers were your best friends and you practically lived at their house with how much you were over, it was proving to be quite the challenge.

you just politely dropped your bag at his feet and scurried off into the kitchen, bumping into matt.

"you want me to drive the first or second half?" you asked. considering you were the only two that could drive, you insisted you would split it.

"i dont mind but, you sure you wanna have to sit next to chris for that long?" he lowered his voice slightly, his eyes darting to chris who was grabbing all the bags behind you, as his face scrunched up slightly. you glanced over your shoulder at him briefly before crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging.

"its okay, he wont talk to me anyways" you let out a pathetic laugh through your nose, trying to make the situation a little light hearted and a lot less embarrassing. matt obviously picked up on this but was kind enough to ignore it.

"ill do the first half, he will probably fall asleep by the time we swap anyway" he patted your shoulder and you nodded as he made a bee line for the front door.

matt and nick were probably the worst part of this whole situation. they were stuck smack bang in the middle of this pandemonium. of course they both knew what had happened but they gave you the courtesy of separating you and chris with you and them and decided to move past it. you and chris were both aware of how awkward it was for them, and thankfully, he was mature enough to not kick up a big fuss every time you were around. you hadnt spoken at all since that night, only the odd flash of a smile sent each others way when you crossed paths and that was rare, so when nick invited you on their weekend get away to a cabin in the middle of no where with them, you were obviously delighted.

the drive was excruciating. if it wasnt matt and nick arguing it was chriss shitty trap music playing or the gps redirecting you. while you were driving up front chris hadnt even spared you a glance, he didnt utter a single word to you the whole time.

part of you was grateful but another part of you wished he would have, selfishly, so you could just get over it and enjoy your weekend, but nothing was enjoyable anymore as long as chris was around.

"i call the double bed" chris yelled, running through the house.

"y/n theres a room with two singles, wanna bunk with me?" nick asked, slipping his backpack off of his shoulders.

"sure" you nodded, before making your way to the room, setting your bag down and plopping on the bed with a huff, matt trailed in behind you, with your suitcase.

"come on grouchy pants, were gonna have funnnn" he said swatting your leg that was dangling off the edge of the bed.

"i need at least 3-5 business days to recover from being within a 1 mile radius of chris for longer than 30 seconds" you let out a breath as you looked over to matt who was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

"that bad?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"that bad" you replied flatley. matt just chuckled and motioned for you to follow him downstairs. you huffed and sat up before stomping down the hall after him.

in all fairness, it hadnt been that bad. the 4 of you had eaten, laughed played games and just had fun, regardless of the hanging tension wedged between you and chris. it was now 11:30 and everyone was asleep, but your mind just couldnt switch off, tossing and turning, checking the clock every 5 minutes. you huffed and looked over at nick who was out like a light. hot tub it is.

"i dont know madi, it just hurts" you spoke.

"has he even tried to talk to you?" she spoke over the phone.

"not one single word, and the thing is i dont know if i wanna strangle him or just kiss his fucking face off" you huffed, readjusting your arms so they were resting on the edge of the hot tub with your phone in your hands, the rest of your body being engulfed by the warm blanket of water.

"im worried my advice is gonna get you in trouble" she laughed, making you blow out a huff of air through your nose.

"it doesnt matter, i cant bring myself to do either" you and madi spoke for a little while longer beofre you wrapped the call up, put your phone on the ground and let your body sink lower into the steaming water until it was resting on your collar bones.

you sighed and let your head fall back, this is what you needed, a relaxing moment, the quiet calm of the night lulling your brain into a state of tranquillity, no matt and nick arguing, no chr-

"cant sleep?" you almost had a heart attack, your body jolted forward as your eyes darted around searching for the body that owned the voice.

"jesus, chris you scared the life out of me, how long have you been sitting there?" your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart from being startled. he just stared at you with drooped eyes from his position on the patio chair, opposite the hot tub.

"long enough" he said. his face didnt show any sign of emotion. his stoic expression sending an un willing chill up your spine, despite the warmth of the chlorine filled bubbles around you. chris leaned forward and you swallowed thickly.

"did you mean what you said?" his voice was alot softer and quieter than before, like he was worried you would break at the slight tone of his voice. you couldnt bring your self to look back up at him, he would eat you alive. you paused momentarily, weighing out your options of whether you even wanted to entertain this conversation with him or just cut him dead.

there was no way in hell that you were letting yourself fall back down this slippery slope again, so just like before, you abruptly got up and out of the hot tub, reached for your towel and made your way back inside, without sparing him a glance, keeping your eyes trained to the floor, leaving chris once again, to watch you walk away from him, and all the same, he didnt try to stop you.

"nick open the fucking door!" you whispered loudly. no reply.

resting your forehead against the door, you mentally cursed yourself for even going in the hot tub. you should have stayed in bed and this whole situation would be avoided, chris too. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"what are you doing?" he stood just beside you with a questioning look on his face.

you huffed, pulling your head back and looking up at him.

"nick locked the door" you sounded so defeated it made his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

"you can come sleep with me, ill take the floor i dont mind" he motioned his head towards his designated bedroom while keeping his eyes trained to yours.

you dropped your head and sighed. how was this happening. you had spent months walking on egg shells, doing everything in your power to stay as far away from him as you could, and now you were forcing him out of his bed so you could sleep there.

he stared at you waiting for your answer. he knew you had no other option, you couldnt sleep on the couch with matt and you were also stood in a wet bikini and a wet towel. be realistic y/n.

"sure, okay" you looked up at him, and his eyes gained a fraction of hope momentarily, before he nodded and started leading you to his room. this was going to be a long night.

"um, i dont.." you paused and cleared your throat. "i dont have anything to wear" chris looked up at you from his position on the bed before his eyes trailed over your body, stood in a towel in the bathroom doorway shifting on your feet, looking like a nervous little girl.

you cleared your throat again, snapping chris out of whatever trance he had gotten into. he stood up and walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed, pulling out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, before padding over to you and handing them over.

"thanks" you smiled.

"no problem" he replied, watching you turn back into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face and leaning against it, you werent sure if this was going to work, your left control was wearing thin.

how had it ended up like this? you tried so hard to have some composure but you couldnt help it, he was shirtless, clad in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, basically inviting you to jump straight on him.

his lips trailed down your neck as his hands ran up your sides, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his after 3 months of complete torture without it.

he brought his lips back up to meet your in a hot and heavy kiss, tongues dancing together, teeth clashing, the works. frantic hands gripping his hair relentlessly, pulling groans from his mouth.

chris brought his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and separating the kiss, before diving back in and sucking purple marks into your neck and collarbones, earning breathy whines from you.

there was a moment of hesitation from you as he trailed his hands lower fiddling with the waistband of his boxers that you were wearing.

"chris wait" he halted his movements and brought his face up to yours. god he was making this so hard. he was breathing heavy and his hair was messy from your curious hands, his chain dangling between the two of you.

"we shouldnt be doing this" you shook your head, eyes wide.

"why y/n?" he asked breathlessly.

"because chris" you whined. he knew exactly why. all your hard work of keeping your distance from him had just been thrown into a sweltering ball of gasoline and chris had completely set it alight.

"call it closure" he whispered. he could see the inner turmoil you were facing. you knew you were about to give in, and judging by the smirk growing on his face, so did he.

you pulled his face down to yours again and he hummed into the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his being something no drug could ever amount to.

he continues his trail down your body, leaving wet hot kisses in his trail, keeping his eyes glued to yours. he was dragging this out, savouring the blaze of your touch.

"chris please" you whined.

"what baby? tell me what you want" he spoke in-between leaving kisses on your stomach and thighs.

"just fuck me" that was all he needed to hear before he was yanking your shorts down and doing the same with his own pants and boxers. he was on his knees between your legs, pumping his cock in his hand, eyes wondering over your frame hungrily.

"so pretty" he muttered before brining his lips to yours again and pushing his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size before he was pulling all the way out and slamming back in over and over again. you were already a mess underneath him, mewling and moaning like you would never get the chance again.

"missed you so much baby, so fucking much" chris grunted in-between thrusts before peppering light kisses down the side of your face and neck. you just whined at his words.

his pace was relentless and your hands flew to his back, dragging your nails down his skin, pulling a low "fuck" from chriss lips.

"so good to me y/n, cant believe i ever fucking let you go" he said as he stilled his thrusts and pulled back, sitting on his knees and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders, and continuing his thrusts.

you let out a lewd moan at the new angle, hands gripping the bed sheets as chris arms wrapped around your thighs, drilling his cock into you so deep, hitting that spot inside that made you see stars.

"oh fuck chris dont stop" you mewled, letting your head fall back.

his pace became impossibly faster, every single thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

you were pulsating around him, your high getting closer and closer. chris dropped your legs and doubled over, shoving his head into the crook of your neck with a deep groan.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" his words were strangled and breathless. he brought his lips to yours once again but the pleasure was so good and you were so close you couldnt keep up with him, chris noticed this and smirked against your mouth.

"come on sweet girl, give it to me, come all over my cock" he said as he brought his thumb down to rub hard, fast circles over your puffy clit making your back arch even further off the bed.

you let out a strangled moan of his name before being launched into a pool of complete, white ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his thrusts did not falter as he sat up watching you ride out your orgasm with hooded eyes.

“you look so pretty like this ma”

he wasnt far behind, his hips stuttered before he let out a loud whine, followed by a hiss and a string of curses, painting your insides white, sending a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim, before collapsing on top of you.

the two of you were sweating and panting, both completely silent, just relishing in the feeling of the post sex haze. your hands come up to his hair and you ran your fingers through it soothingly.

he planted a soft kiss to your collarbone before bringing his face up so he was eye level with you. his eyes trailed over your face, creating a memory and he took a deep breath in before speaking.

"i do love you”.

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YALL😛😛😛😛

sorry for starving you guys i’ve just been mad busy but i’m back !!!! love u. bee ❤️‍🩹

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[hazelfoureyes]

before i never really interacted with blogs(cuz anxiety and very toxic friends had my tumblr, who ive gotten rid of now) but now i literally interact with every post bc of you, you are god and i will worship you, your smut is poetic af and has my legs SHAKING(.literally.)

i am ON MY KNEES❗

also, alastor and his rivals(vox or lucifer) x reader smut? like i know alastor would be petty asf and have them watch as he fucks the living out of their beloved, im curious, do you have any ideas regarding that?(cuz your ideas are delicious and im hungry for that)

You’ve left me speechless which is quite the accomplishment, Darling. I am just a little goblin! Or like the tooth fairy, but instead of teeth I take praise and instead of money I leave filthy smut 🥺 I am so glad you removed the toxic friends and are interacting more. 💖 you deserve better and your interactions are a joy. Thank you for brightening my day! I am so far away and yet you’ve got me blushing like a fool.

oooh yes okay so! Here’s some ideas 👀

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Energy for me is Lucifer: Here to please. Alastor: Here to win. I imagine Luci brings you to the hotel for Charlie’s Birthday party, already having a precious casual fling once or twice before. All the guests are there, everyone is dancing and drinking and having a good time. Alastor notices how you call him Luci, how Lucifer cant keep his cool when you lean closer to him when you speak. Naturally, Alastor sees an opportunity to fuck with Lucifer so he asks for a dance. He is uncharacteristically sweet and loving, willing to do anything to get under the king of hell’s skin. He changes the music to something slow, holding you close he whispers in your ear during your dance, “How can any man maintain composure around you? I feel my manners slipping through my fingers every time you look my way.” When you leave the party to cool down, Alastor follows, finding you in an empty room trying to decompress. “Would you hate me if I kissed you? Be forewarned, once I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop…”

Lucifer walks in to see you absolutely melting under Alastor, lipstick smeared and face flushed. But Luci adores you, your pleasure is his pleasure and he’s compelled to stay and watch, even as Alastor makes you moan and scream his name. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” “Whose cock are you made for?” You’re reduced to incoherent babbling by the time Alastor is finished toying with Lucifer. Lucifer can’t take it anymore and finds himself crawling onto the bed to swallow your moans and shower you in praise.

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I can see Vox bringing his beloved personal assistant to an overlord meeting for note taking, and Alastor notices your glances to him. Vox adores you, and is always on his best behavior around you to impress you. Alastor waits for you outside of Vee Tower that night for a “chance run in”. “What luck! Allow me to buy you a drink, as a welcome to hell.” Charms you as any good southern boy could, and suggests you both go back to your office for privacy. Knowing full well Vox has cameras all over the office, Alastor fucks Vox’s assistant on his desk while maintaining eye contact with the massive collection of screens there. Vox catches sight of this while skimming through the feeds but can’t break away from the video. Alastor keeps your back to the displays while bouncing you on his cock, smirking at Vox the entire time as he leans back on his desk chair. Vox is seething and finally rushes to his office to find Alastor gone and you lying on your back, still out of breath and cum dripping onto the desk.

Vox keeps you, but gets rid of the desk. He can’t let Alastor have the satisfaction of making him lose his prized employee. For weeks after, while zoning out in board meetings, his screen flashes images of Alastor smirking from over your shoulder as you ride him. He’s entirely unaware that it’s happening and everyone is too scared to tell him.

[furioussheepluminary]

Likkkeee??? Men should be sorry that they aren't seungmin 💅🏾

These pics u got for seungmin in your theme??......ho ma gawd love. Ho ma gawd 🤤🥰🤭

Dat man is foine!!!

that was super true!! man can't help! he's so foinee asf 🤤🥰🤭 im cryinggfd why was there only one seungmin in this world T_T

[deathbyathousandspiders]

Hey so I don't usually request so sorry if this is a mess but can you do how Peter Parker would deal with you being dusted right in his arms and the aftermath of how he'd cope. (Even better if your starks daughter and they share the grief)

okay so i wrote this with you and peter getting dusted and how tony would cope, but pt. two will be how you and peter cope with tony’s death🤭🤭

i promise it’s still angsty!

WARNINGS – gory, angsty asf, rewriting the ending of infinity war so if you watched it recently it might feel repetitive, i forget if there’s swearing but here you go just in case<3

✨masterlist.✨

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You knew it was risky to follow Tony and the wizard that morning. God, you knew it was risky. It’d been like any other morning–out for a run with your dad: talking about projects, talking about his engagement to Pepper, watching the immediate protective shift he had when a portal appeared on the shoreline path in front of you.

The grave look on his face said it all.

And you knew the risks. You’d signed up for these kinds of dangers when you were born with the Stark name. It was a target sewn to your back by DNA. The same genes gave you the stubborn spirit to sneak onto an alien spacecraft to help your dad; genes that made you look like the spitting image of him when you’d found out Peter Parker also had the same idea.

In hindsight, you were glad your boyfriend made the trip. It made you feel better protected.

Especially seeing as you lost.

If someone were to tell you on your run that morning that you’d take a punch to the gut and a dagger to the thigh by later that evening, you would stand speechless. If someone were to have told you that you’d lose this badly, and nearly lose your dad in the process, you wouldn’t believe them.

Laying on the dry–graveled surface of whatever planet this was, you pushed yourself up as high as you could. Your upper thigh screamed with blood and the burn of a fresh cut. It was the deepest one you’d ever received. A hushed whimper forced a response out of you at the feeling, making your father turn his attention towards you.

You regretted even being there the second it all happened.

With his head turned to his left, toward you, Tony lost his footing, meeting the fatal kiss of Thanos’ dagger right to the stomach. You watched the blood instantly choke out through his lips, and the way he stammered back as the purple giant shoved him harshly into a rock.

“NO!!” You shouted, as if your cry stop it. As if it would save him. You couldn’t lose your father. You couldn’t live without him. You didn’t even want to think of the possible outcome.

One of your arms gave out, shoving you face–first back into the ground beneath you. Your eyes welled with tears, and you tried to fight against your own pain to make your way over, to say goodbye. To try and fix this. You had to fix this.

“Stop!” The world stilled as Dr. Strange spoke up “Spare his life..” Dr. Strange sat up, pained. Pained and protesting, but willing. The tone of his voice gave you chills. “And I’ll give you the stone.” It wasn’t a request, nor a bargain, rather than a demand.

“No tricks?” The single drop of blood glistened off Thanos’ temple in the several setting suns of the planet, highlighting how little patience Thanos had left, too. Highlighting just how much Tony Stark bled out at his mercy beside him.

Without a word, Stephen maneuvered the air and the Time Stone appeared between his thumb and his first finger.

And thus, Thanos agreed.

In a manner of moments, you’d pressed yourself off the ground, standing. You used some tech your father lent you to spray some sort of temporary stitch–up over your wound for the time being. Looking up, you met your father’s eyes and saw the stabbed indent disappear. Dr. Strange handed the stone over with a white flag and a twinge of regret. You felt the world shift as it happened, the gravity of it growing heavy.

Everything you knew was changing.

Thanos vanished, leaving you all to sit in the feeling and process what had happened. You felt it in your gut that this loss would be horrendous, but the only thing that ran through your mind was making sure your dad was okay.

Limping, you rushed over as quickly as you could, hugging him with all the strength you had to muster. You didn’t care that you were crying. You didn’t care that your body was lined with dirt and blood and bruises. You held him tightly, and kept yourself from processing what the hell happened. Kept yourself from the distraction of Peter Quill blasting the space that Thanos just stood in.

“Did we just lose?” He asked, misery and frustration and denial clear in his voice.

But you and Tony ignored him. Your father held your face in his hands, taking you in with the fear that it might be his last time ever doing so. “Whatever happens, I love you.” He told you, and the words tattooed in your memory and stood alone among anything else he’d ever told you. You cling to them with every ounce of energy you had left.

“Whatever happens, I love you too.” You repeated back to him, ignoring the trembling in your lip.

Peter rushed over to the two of you, hugging both of you tightly. Both your dad and Peter helped you stand upright, but Tony handed you off to Peter while he confronted the wizard.

Tony looked at Strange with a look of both gratitude and confusion. “Why would you do that?”

“It was the only way.” Dr. Strange took a few shaky breaths, his expression unreadable. “We’re in the endgame now..” Was the only response he allowed, the universe allowed.

“Uhh, Mister Stark!” Peter called out, his grip morphing on you. The way he held you suddenly got tighter, more secure, more protective; as if you slipped through his fingers, or you would, or you were dying. His breath quickened, like something grave was happening. “Mister Stark!! Something’s happening!”

Tony didn’t waste a second before he walked over to the two of you, watching as Peter lowered you to the ground, cradling you in his arms. Nothing was happening, as far as you were aware, you didn’t feel anything. And Tony didn’t see anything.

But the sweat that traced Peter’s temple wasn’t something unnoticed. The way he held you, the way he looked at you, Tony knew Peter was sensing the state of their loss. “Kid?” Tony asked, sitting beside you two, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing Peter’s shoulder with the other. “Kid, what’s happening?”

Peter was between hyperventilating and being entirely speechless. His head shook rapidly, glancing from you and Tony. “I’m not–” Tears lined his eyes, quick to run down his face. “I’m not sure.. But I don’t–”

“Something’s happening.”

Each of you turned to Mantis as she spoke, soon obliterating, turning to dust on spot and dissipate into nothing. She was simply gone.

Panic. Pure panic flooded the air.

Drax’s focus went to his hand as it started in his fingers, his hand disappearing. “Quill?” His tone was nothing but concernment, uncertainty. Then he was gone, too.

“Steady, Quill.” Your dad quipped, watching the space where Peter Quill stood.

It started in his legs, traveling up his body as he turned into the same textured substance. “Oh, man..” And his face lingered, imprinting the dust before blowing off with the breeze.

“Tony..” Stephen spoke up, seeing the look in your dad’s eyes. Seeing the thoughts as they ran courses, miles, laps in Tony’s head. “It was the only way.” He repeated. His tone was apologetic as he, too, fractured into immeasurable pieces. His body turned to molecules, fading into the air.

Peter swallowed thickly, beads of sweat dripping from his hairline. His knuckles were white around your hand as you brought them to your lips and kissed it. You weakly squeezed your father’s hand, smiling up at the both of them. “I love you guys.” And as if you knew what was happening, spouting from your legs and spreading to your fingers, you turned to dust, too.

Your father tried to catch it, squeezing his fingers tightly around the space your hand had just been. He felt tears sting his eyes as you vanished in front of him. His whole world, his daughter, gone in a matter of seconds.

“Mister Stark..” Peter broke the deafening silence. “I don’t–” His eyes studied the hand that had just held yours, eyes glossy with grief and denial. “I don’t feel so good..”

His breaths were choked, ached, agonized as his legs gave way. Tony watched the way he turned to dust just as everyone else had. He kept hold of Peter’s shoulder, speechless. Tony couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

Peter looked to him, panicked. Completely and utterly panicked. “I don’t wanna go.” He repeated the phrase like it was all he knew, “I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go–” And when the pain became immeasurable, undeniable; when his fate was sealed, he took a final breath, clenching his jaw to try and keep himself from breaking in his final moment. “I’m sorry..” And just like that, he was gone.

He was gone, and Tony was alone. He stared at Nebula, nervous that if he looked away, she’d disappear too. The two didn’t know each other well at all, but her company was something he grasped onto like water. He clung to anything and everything she had to offer, hoping to God they’d make it out of this.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to live without you, but knew he needed to. If there was any shot or hope or reality of getting you back, Tony needed to get to it. He had to find it, and he wouldn’t rest until he did.

[taifenggg]

I want to give Mammon the most creamiest, wet, sloppy, vile, life-changing, universal, heaven sent, astonishing, amazing, beautiful, legs trembling, sweaty, legs spreading, toe curling, voice breaking, sheet gripping, “do it harder", "treat me like an animal", down-bad, wonderful, spectacular, miraculous, heavenly, barking, meowing, "where did myself respect go?", unique, jaw dropping, majestic, magnificent, drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, mind blowing, perfect, straight up, perfection, brilliant glowing, fabulous, stunning again, splendid, phenomenal, once in a lifetime, breath taking, extraordinary, excellent, better than average, snarling, growling, on my knees, mouth foaming staggering, bewildering, astounding, awesome, sensational, prodigious, stupendous, remarkable, marvelous, thrilling, exciting, wondrous, taken back, shocking, wide eyes, speechless, awestruck, thunderstruck, love struck, blown away, pleasing, alluring, irresistible, "bark for me", graceful, elegant, divine, ravishing, lovely, charming, breedable, spunky, cute, aesthetically pleasing, "get on your knees for me", delightful, beauteous, exquisite, man moaning asf, super, dazzling, harder, delicious, appealing, mind bending, whimper causing, tongue twisting, bed breaking, corrupting, spank me, choke me, hit me, pull my hair, deepthroating, mascara dripping, "go faster", "yes daddy", bite me, dick throbbing, teeth shattering, eye rolling, eye watering, ass clenching, drooling from the mouth, mind blogging, sheet gripping, hip thrusting, dressing up as a maid if they want, wist slowly then fastly moving up and down, "I can't hold back any longer", twitching, lips biting, back arching, begging for more, sucking till it's dry, startling and weakening head ever.

BRO??????

I feel like you just sent me the "no lube, no protection" paragraph that people put on those Gojo edits LMAO

im stealing this thanks nonnie

[bedoballoons]

Don't know if you've done this, but can you do an oni reader? Like I imagine them obviously tall asf and muscle mommy. Like how would they (Lyney, neuvillette, freminet, a character of your choosing) react to such a muscle mommy

I have not done this!!! I love muscle mommies, they are so goregous and deserve more attention. I hope you enjoy and thank you for this genius request!! <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Muscle mommy~༺}

CW: Fluffy and slightly suggestive! Reader is a fem oni! Characters are simps for their muscle mommy!

(Includes: Lyney, Heizou, Neuvillette, and Freminet!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney gasped quietly, his eyes trailing from your shoes all the way up past your toned torso and even higher till he saw the horns on your head. He wasn't sure what you were, but he didn't really care, he was currently speechless at the sight of such a woman, so muscular and tall compared to him that he felt like one snap of her fingers could have him falling to his knees..

"You alright magician boy?"

His face turned cherry red with embarrassment, how long had he been staring??, "Oh um, y-yes I'm alright, my apologies I was just..." He lost track of his sentence, eyes locked with yours in a way that had him wondering if he could even offer you a rainbow rose without stuttering...

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizou couldn't believe what was happening, he was one of the smoothest people in teyvat when it came to flirting and almost never got flustered in the presence of beauty, but somehow he was a absolute mess just from you winking at him. It wasn't even a slight tint to his cheeks or nervous chuckle kind of flustered either, it was his face felt hot and he was stutterIng as looked up at you with daydreamy eyes kind of flustered, "S-so you're a Oni?"

"That's right sugar."

He inhaled sharply at the nickname, trying desperately to calm himself down, but it was far to late for that. At this point he was afraid all you'd have to do is tell him to sit like a dog and he'd do it...

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

Neuvillette swallowed loudly, feeling a blush dust his cheeks as he looked at your muscular build and tall frame, taking in every inch of your body with hopes that you wouldn't notice. He'd lived a long life so far and not once had he seen someone who looked like you, who could make him feel small and flustered in the best way possible without even lifting a finger.

"Monsieur Neuvillette? You're face is all red, are you okay?"

His heart skipped a beat, his blush growing deeper and spreading all the way to the tips of his ears, he was the chief of justice...and he couldn't even speak, no words left his mouth as it hung open...what spell had you cast on him?

𑁍༄Freminet:

Freminet was weak at the knees, hands shaking and face so red you were slightly worried he was gonna pass out, but even if you tried speaking to him...he was absolutely unable to say anything back. He just stared up at you with wide eyes and babbled incoherent words, sometimes a apology would slip out, but other than that...nothing. He just couldn't help it...you were so tall and muscular compared to him...you'd probably be able to squish him like a grape.

He wasn't sure if it was merely because of that or how beautiful you were in general, but either way...it was going to take him a long while to actually work up the nerve to talk to you and even longer to not burst into a bright red blush whenever your body got even a foot near his.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[lif3lessb0dy]

Hihi!!! If you’re comfortable doing it, could I get some hcs of the love and deepspace men with a black reader? (KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK‼️👑💕🫶 😆

hello dear!!! that's good w me and i hope you would enjoy reading it ;3 have a nice day honey! also I apologize that u needed to wait so long

₊˚⊹ ೀ lads boys

╰┈➤ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ headcanon; black&gn!reader x lads men

cw; kinda first meeting stuff, friendship & relationship w them, not described but bad comment abt u in Xavier's part, cursing in sylus part

╰┈➤ RAFAYEL!

you two met accidentally near the bookshop where u work

he looked at you like you were some kind of work of art and immediately entered the store

„hi, can I help you?” you smiled so warmly and he was mesmerized

„hi, I didn't know that there's such a pretty bookstore” he placed his fingers on nearest book

„actually... I opened it just a few days ago”

he adores your hair and he’s pretty good at doing it too. (thomas thinks he stays up watching tutorials just for you)

also if u speak another language he would learn it (if he doesn't know it already) just to be able to say something in it to u

kinda love at first sight trope

╰┈➤ XAVIER!

you just moved to Linkon City and wanted to start your job in the near cafè

one day two hunters entered and pretty woman ordered two coffees, she was really friendly and you immediately wanted to befriend her cuz tbh u were new here

but her coworker also caught your interest

when you looked into his eyes, you felt a wave of warmth and quickly turn away

suddenly some guy was really dissatisfied with the "long" waiting time for his order and started to loudly complain about it

you were so stressed because you really wanted to keep this job and you were trying to do your best

when this rude man referred to your appearance, you were speechless and almost dropped the cups of coffee

xavier quickly appeared behind him and 'gently' taught how to speak more nicely. the man apologized ashamed of himself

„you are new here?” he asked „and don't listen to some jerks because you're really beautiful”

that's how your friendship started

if you ever feel not sure about some of your features he would be surprised cuz in his eyes you're so perfect. he probably would search on the internet what to say to reassure you without sounding bad

totally friends to lovers

╰┈➤ SYLUS!

you met through your interest in Mephisto

one day you were walking near the forest and saw a strange raven and you came closer. after this you saw this animal more and more often

your friend invited you to the auctions at N109 Zone and there you finally met Sylus

at first you were as sarcastic as he but when you found out it was his raven you were playing with you felt embarrassed

one day the twins found you and said that his boss wants to talk with u

you were scared asf cuz it's was a fucking leader of a fucking Onychinus

but everything was alright, he wanted to talk about the purchases that your friend made

or maybe it was just an excuse to talk with you?

if you have brown/dark eyes he would say something like „sweetie, you know that red goes along with dark colours” with his characteristic smirk

you can feel 100% safe being in N109 Zone because no one will dare to say anything bad about you

if you had your hair braided I have a feeling that Sylus would like to play with them

„you look so good with braids”

„what did u say?”

„he said he loves you!” one of the twins yelled and started to run away

yup, they started to bet who would be more brave to say something like that

sylus wants to kill them but you always defend your favorite twins

„oh, come on sylus, they're like silly kids!”

„that doesn't mean that they shouldn't have respect towards me”

you can be compared to the boss x employee trope since u started working for him

╰┈➤ ZAYNE!

you started working at his hospital as a nurse

at first he was annoyed by your childish jokes but when you went on sick leave for the first time he started to miss it

„you're not going to say some of your weird jokes?” he asked as soon as he saw u after your absence

you laughed nervously and said „since I know that you don't like them I'll try not to-”

he kinda interrupt you by saying „honestly, i don't mind it”

YOU COULD BET THAT HE SMILED A LITTLE

but after that sentence he quickly left for another patient

he likes your accent, probably would admit it only after long time cuz he's a SeRiOuS doctor Zayne

sometimes he startes at you when he's sure that u won't notice that because he adores your facial features

[prismuffin]

How would the bat boys, Conner and Wally (separately) react to being caught stealing their masc crush's hoodie?

So maybe Reader is gone on a trip or missing, or just went out for the day and forgot his jacket on his way out.

They see the left behide hoodie, and try it on really loving how it your hoodie looks on them. Maybe they end up falling asleep snuggled into it, when watching a moive in the common-room? Or were just going about their day wearing it.

Either way, at some point they get caught red handed, the Reader being flirty with them about the hoodie. Saying how they look good in his hoodie and they should keep it.

The guy crush asks are kinda my faves idk KSBDHSBDJS LMFAO these got king asf sorry?- anyways lol I think that-

Jason would rather die than be caught doing something like this. That’s why he’s being so quiet, putting on the hoodie he found laying over the back of some chair, your hoodie to be exact. Your scent filled his nose as he slid the jacket over his head, inhaling deeply. The original plan was to just try it on, he wouldn’t wear it for long in fear of being caught. But as he sat down on the couch, imagining your arms wrapped around him as he snuggled deeper into the fabric, he wasn’t so sure about taking it off just yet. Eventually he awoke to you shaking him, his brain not even rendering what he was wearing until the words left your mouth, “you look real cute in my hoodie Jason, but it’s cold as balls outside so I’m gonna need that back.” You smirked as his eyes widened. Shooting up here was quick to stutter out an attempt at an explanation though your laughter cut him off. You said he could keep the hoodie on since he likes wearing it so much and you’ll just go find another. It didn’t even render to him that you’d previously called him cute until you left.

Dick would probably not even be trying to find your hoodie, you left in quite a rush, saying a quick goodbye as you passed him. He just wandered to the common room where he saw your hoodie laid out. It was practically calling him, and he knew you wouldn’t be back for a while so he just threw it on. His hearts racing as the scent of you engulfs his senses anddddd now he can’t take it off. Loves just going about his day in your hoodie and just smelling it every now and then it’s very relaxing. Eventually though you come back and see him strutting through the halls in your hoodie and some sweatpants. You clear your throat and he spins around so fucking fast. He’s speechless as your raise your eyebrow, eyeing you hoodie before looking at him again. Welp, he’s been caught red handed not much to say. He’d shrug it off with a sheepish apology, getting ready for his fun to end, but the second you start flirting with him by telling him he looks good in it and that he can keep it he’s beaming. He’s never been so happy. Proudly wears your hoodie for the rest of the day.

Tim would noticed your hoodie, grabbing it with a confused expression. He knows it’s rather cold out and that you were in a rush so he tries to catch you before you get too far only to find out from Dick that you already left. He’s not sure how, perhaps he leaned too deep into the temptation of it but he was somehow wearing your hoodie sitting over his desk as he sketched out some blueprints. It was comforting to wear, it fit him well and it smelled like you, one of his hands would perpetually be holding the fabric near his nose because of this. You come back wayyy sooner than he expected you to. Busting in his room, you ask if he’s seen your hoodie anywhere. “Dick said you were the last person to-“ the silence that fills the air is suffocating. He doesn’t know if you’re gonna yell or laugh and he just stares, his face getting increasingly more red. Eventually you just blink and tell him he looks good and he’s quick to say sorry and to start taking the jacket off. You stop him, telling him you’ll just find another, winking before you leave. He face plants into the desk afterwards.

Conner would most likely put it on by accident. It was in his laundry so it had to be his, though he quickly realized this wasn’t the case. Even then he couldn’t help but wear the comforting jacket after learning it was yours. You weren’t at base today anyways so it shouldn’t be a problem. Like Dick, he’d go on about his day just wearing your hoodie while doing menial tasks. He feels much closer to you while wearing it and finds himself often hugging the fabric closer to him. When you come back and see him he’s pretty embarrassed, he hadn’t expected to come face to face with you when walking into the kitchen, let alone while wearing your hoodie. “I’ve been looking for that,” you gestures towards the hoodie, smirking while crossing your arms. He apologized immediately and quickly explained how it ended up in his laundry. He asked if you wanted it back and you said no, that he should keep it because it looks cute on him. You looking him up and down like that is gonna make him pass out.

Wally would have been resting in your room as you got ready to leave, saying goodbye as you finished and left. His eyes would drift over to a chair where your hoodie rested on the back and he’d gasp. “Oh no! Y/n left his hoodie!” …. “Y/n left his hoodie~” He’d practically skip over to the chair, almost tripping in the process as he throws the garment over his head. “and it smells like him too,” he’d dreamily sigh before deciding to go watch a movie! He’d totally forget he was even wearing it to be honest, well not completely. He’d still know he was but he’d forget that it was something he technically shouldn���t be doing. “Having fun in my jacket?” His eyes shot in your direction, his hand full of popcorn pausing near his mouth as he stared at you. He gulped down nothing but his embarrassment as he tried to sheepishly greet you, his blush creeping down to his neck. He’d try and use an excuse but you’d just cut him off, saying that he should keep the hoodie on since he looks so cute. This man almost exploded at those words, his heart was definitely beating faster than any normal humans should. You’d wink before he left and he’d practically crumple in on himself. He’s like water in your hands at that point.

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Directory

[welovenightcord]

会いたい　キミに会いたい　胸のこの辺がとても痛い...

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A/N: Heyo my little pookie wookie snookie bear cotton swab cherry pie cootie patootie strawberry shortcake lovebug wrapped in rainbows suggly wuggly huggly boo boo whipped cream w/ rainbow sprinkles ��� I was bored so it's random.

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishiro, Kenyu Yukimiya, Shidou Ryusei, Hiori Yo.

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes and a lot of cringe. 🤢

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Their reaction when they saw your selfie on their phone gallery;

Isagi Yoichi

His reaction is 😮 “You look good!” AWW BABYBOYYY 🥺🥺 gonna eat him cutely.

Bachira Meguru

He is speechless... “You took this photo without me..? I THOUGHT WE WERE BESTIES 😭😭”

Drama king but I love him.

Nagi Seishiro

Deletes it.

Kenyu Yukimiya (my daddy.)

He smiles cutely. “Hehe, it's actually cute. Can we take a photo together next time?”

I'm his official discord kitten guys leave him alone meow meow. 😺

Shidou Ryusei

“You look shitty asf.” BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Go use your dopamines and get horny. 😒😒

Hiori Yo

He keeps it 🥺🥺 He thinks you look good <3

BY THE WAY GUYSSS HEAR ME OUT

He was a babyboy. Did you read chapter 237?? MAD HIORI STEP ON ME❗❗❗I accidentally creamed my panties after I saw egoist Hiori like hrrr boy what are you doing to me.

The most sane blue lock simp 💯💯

[feelingyumimain]

DATE HEAD CANNONS WITH SCHLATT

i forgot to write for that poll I did and like sorry gang 💀😔

He’s so romantic

like actually he’s going full out

I just imagine y’all at a fancy like I’m talking really fancy

roses, candles, steak, idk just fancy and romantic

he’s wearing a suit yk he sprayed his cologne really well and shi

If your fem then I think he would actually get a fucking nose bleed if you wore on of those red dresses like you know the ones that have the slit in the bottom STUNNING LIKE DROP DEAD GORGEOUS

If your male then he would die seeing you in a suit like ahhhhh he would be actually just speechless “babe- I- Woah- huh” just blank stare like woahhhh

if your gn then wear what you want or feel good in (idk what kind of outfit head cannon to put with out being offensive or wrong so sorry 😭🙏)

he would buy you roses for sure

def like a whole big ass bouquet 💐

If yall don’t wanna go out then you would watch shows on the couch and you’d curl a under his arm with it proped over your shoulders or his head in your lap and your fingers combing through his hair

eating popcorn and watching dance moms would be an entire ritual every night

like it’s not even a date anymore just a show you watch at night with him

not even dance moms just and shitty drama reality Tv show

he gets so pissed at it it’s hilarious

“WHY DOES SHE LIKE MADDIE SO MUCH?!!”

“Babe that’s just the show I don’t know?😭

or you’d match his energy like “EXACTLY SHES A WHORE FR”

it’s a moment for sure

but dates always hit and he makes everything special in its own way

also someone said part two for the angst thing I did but idk if I should I’m not very good at it 😭💀 I might try and do it but it’ll probably be shitty asf

[kilosbaby]

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ another rant because men never cease to BLOW ME!

so….i do dabble in esports! (that scholarship money is GOOD ASF) and i horrible subject myself to be in the cramped room with these HORRENDOUS smelling men. a few of them are ok though. today the audacity some of these freshman boys have actually fucking blew me out the water. it’s down right egregious some of the things they say, they literally have no concept of thinking before they speak.

im in the damn room practicing super smash bros and there’s a guy behind me playing rocket league with another dude in the room. every time something is going wrong in the game one of the guys keeps saying “im getting raped.”

?????

i was completely dumbfounded. utterly speechless and irritated. cause….what???

then before “practice” was over I was playing a match between this guy (another another GUY) and we both had like one life left and these two guys, I’ll call them D and D2, were cheering me on to finish him. and so I was trying to do just that. tell me why one of the rocket league guy says “kick her in the pussy.”

??????!!!!!!

bitch what?

talking like that like I wasn’t just sitting right there. THEN the guy I played against ( I lost.) said “the fuck her in the pussy.” cunts just be trying and TRYING ME.

i was baffled, bamboozled. like I’m 17 and you’re 15. foul ass mouths. it’s like ants crawled into my skin when they said that.

but what gets me is one of them has a girlfriend. embarrassing for her cause she gotta crouch down to hug him 😂. embarrassing for him mostly.

at the end of the day, they’re ugly asf, stink, and are scum of the earth. I can’t even come up with something remotely mean but it literally just SHOOK me to my core.

[miguelswifey04]

ooo omg, imagine sunshine!spider!reader meeting gabriel, miguel’s brother for the first time? and miguel takes them to this restaurant their mom would always take them to when they were younger. and while they’re waiting for their orders to be taken, gabriel starts telling yn about some of miguel’s most embarrassing moments from their childhood and accidentally brings up the time their mom caught 16 year old miguel…pleasuring himself?? and when miguel hears that he immediately clamps his hand over gabriel’s mouth and starts apologizing to yn like crazy omg 😭

HELLLO??!!! LMFAOOO THIS IS SO DAMN FUNNY 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but nah bruh gabriel always doing his older brother DIRTY ASF ☠️ if i was Y/N i would be flabbergasted maybe EVEN SPEECHLESS….

Y/N: what on earth? 😵😦😧😯😧😮😲

gabriel: IT’S TRUE THOUGH-

miguel: SHUT UP WHY WOULD YOU TELL THEM THAT???

[elliezlils11utt]

Heyy! Can I pleasee request small headcanons of reader putting cute makeup on Ellie and Abby? (separate reactions)…Just wondering how the girls would react? Pretty sure they would only agree cause their beautiful gf asked for it…otherwise they're grumpy asf about it lol. I lowkey imagine reader jokingly telling Jock!Abby that she should attend the football practice with makeup on, and Abby being speechless 😭 Love your blog btw! 💜

A/n: hi hi hi !! Thank you smmm love !! when I read this I was genuinely so excited. I love this concept so much omfgg. This is super fluffy & I’m living for it.

Contents: sfw!! Jock!abby, loser!ellie, Reader being iconic. Super duper uper fluffy !!

Pink=reader, not pink= Abby/ellie !!

Abby:

“babbyyy, pleaseee !! you’ll look so cuteee!!”

you’d whine as your girlfriend sits grumpy on the bed. you make yourself look small and watch her with big eyes. she tries to hold her tough demeanor but eventually after watching your doe eyes looking up at her she lets out a huff in defeat. you run over and grab her arm, pulling her to your vanity with a grin glued to your face.

“I didn’t say yes.” she so obviously gave in.

“Your sigh said it all” you giggle pulling out your makeup. while you would do her makeup you’d be giggling and laughing the entire time.

*she’d be so interested in everything you did. Everytime you pulled a new product out she’d ask you ‘what you were putting on her face’ in her words

*“what’s that?”

“it’s jst primer babe, calm down your not going to die” you squeeze the substance on her face and she’d definitely back away at the cold temperature.

“why is it sticky?!”

*“Annnnnddd, your all done.” finishing spraying setting spray on her face (which she most definitely complained about) you’d put a mirror in her face to reveal her new look. your face beaming with pride at your handy job. she takes one look in the mirror and sighs.

“You look so pretty. like a pretty princess !!”

“if you don’t shut up your going to regret it.” she’d tease with a grin.

Later that day you’d find her getting ready to take off the makeup that you spent soooo long on.

“Babbyyyyy !! Why are you taking it off?”

“I’ve got practice babe.”

“So? You should leave it on !”

she stares at you with a blank expression before bursting out laughing.

“ha- that’s funny, your funny.”

Ellie:

*with Ellie I think it would be more of a natural thing. like you guys would be getting ready for a party and she’d be watching the you get ready. Maybe she’s on her phone and looking up at u occasionally from the bed. you’d notice and look back at her with a mischievous ass look, eyeliner in hand.

*ellie definitely read your mind before u even said anything.

*”babe, no.”

*”babe, yes”

*and that’s how she’d end up under you, you straddling, her hips. Leaning over with your tongue poked out the side of ur mouth, painting eyeliner on her. she’d get all flustered and avoid eye contact.

*she most definitely would act like she hated every minute of it but in reality she loved looking up at your concentrated face. I jst know her heart would be pumping out of her chest omfgg.

* I can definitely see Ellie as the typa girl to say she doesn’t understand makeup, then after you put eyeliner on her she’d sit on the floor of the bathroom practicing it on herself like the little loser she is.

A/N: this was so fun to write im inlove. I need more Abby requests bc I love writing for Abby so muchhh !! 😭🤭

[crookedteethed]

DEPRIVED barbarism (2)

Pairing: University!Coriolanus Snow x Mysterious!reader

Summary: Taking two incompatible oaths showed weakness, but that didn't add anything to the immorality of Coriolanus Snow. 

WARNING: 18+ SlightyDark! Coriolanus, SlightMean!Coriolanus Dacryphilia, Smut (p in v) (Raw fucking), Mind-fucking kink, reader is referred to as an "abomination", Fem reader, mentions of violence, (Kinda) enemies to lovers trope, Ocs, bullying, voyeurism, Coriolanus pushes reader, long asf

Authors note: Part two finally posted 😌. First time posting smut 🫣 Hope you all enjoy!! <3 ily babes 💗

Part One

Coriolanus wasn't too fond of love. He hated it.

As much as love can make you feel like you're on top of the world, it can also cause you to feel like you're losing control over something bigger than you. The prosperities of falling in love were so vexing to Coriolanus.

Fennel Clearwillow claimed he loved his girlfriend, Hydra Farforge. Fennal and Hydra engulf one another in a sickening kiss, and Coriolanus almost gags.

Coriolanus didn't need to be in love with you to feel so annoyed. He hated your ability to make him go speechless—to make his brain completely disregard Dr. Gaul's assignment and just think about you. He most certainly hated that he didn't know where you came from.

Were you one of Dr. Gaul's mutations? It was a silly thought, but it wasn't utterly impossible. You could've been something constructed in a lab with the single purpose of throwing Coriolanus off. Or had you been a district turned Capital? It's been done before with the Plinths; it could've happened again with the Y/LN's. (That idea made him hate you even more).

Whoever you were, you didn't belong here; more importantly, you didn't deserve to be Dr. Gaul's subject.

It was a foreign feeling to Coriolanus, it was almost like he was in love with you, but surely he could'n't have been, you'd just met.

It was Sunday afternoon, and Coriolanus sat in the common room talking to Fennal and Hydra.

Fennal and Hydra both been majoring in art history, which, to Coriolanus, had been a useless major and couldn't help their futures.

Saturday night, Coriolanus finished his half of the essay. Once he'd left you in the archives, his brain was finally restored, and he got straight to work at his mahogany desk in his dorm room.

The poor boy finished his essay at midnight, got 5 hours of sleep, and had been up since sunrise. Coriolanus was on his third coffee of the day. Sleep ranged around his eyes, and he couldn't wait for the sun to go to sleep so he could go to sleep.

Nonetheless, Coriolanus was proud of his essay and couldn't wait to see you and Dr. Gaul so he could throw it in both your faces.

"Hey, look." Fennal snaps his finger. "It's Coryo's ghost friend." He laughs.

There you were, again, standing by the common room door, looking more timid than ever. Like it had been the first day of grade school, you walked around shyly, hoping someone would offer you a spot on the monkey bars.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes and tsk. "We're not friends." He spats.

“Oh, please Coriolanus. The way you two are always underneath Dr. Gaul, there must be some connection between you both." Fennal says.

You and Coriolanus haven't been seen together with Dr. Gaul yet, but I'm sure anyone can piece together your similarities in this predicament.

Hydra cocks her head. "That dress." She says. "I've seen it before. Perhaps, on a district during the reaping ceremonies?"

Your dress had been acceptable to Coriolanus. To him, your natural knit, quilted cotton dress had made you look even more like Tigris porcelain dolls.

Despite this, Coriolanus still joins in on the laughter.

As you walked, you felt the three sets of eyes burning on your flesh; you had a sinking suspicion the laughter coming from them was about you.

Their lingering looks made your walking go stiff.

“Hey, living dead girl!” You hear Fennal shout out. You turn to the three of them, confusion on your face. Both the boy and the girl sitting beside each other, you’d seen them around campus. Never spoken to them; you haven’t talked to anyone, really.

Then there he was.

The other two had simply looked at you out of pure excitement; Coriolanus, on the other hand, looked at you like he wanted to fight or fuck you… you couldn’t tell.

Fennal motions for you to come and join them, and with curiosity, you comply with his command.

You sit beside Coriolanus—a slight look of discomfort changes his appearance.

“Coriolanus.” You greet him first since he is the only one you know.

“Y/N.” He says, disdain in his voice, palming his face.  

"I'm Fennal, and this is my girlfriend, Hydra." 

You smile and wave politely, still confused on why they invited you over here, semi-confused on why Fennal called you "Living dead girl."

"I couldn't help but notice your dress." Hydra says. "My, how beautiful it is. Where'd you get it from?" Coriolanus saw right past the falsity of Hydra's words; too bad you were too stupid to, he thought. 

"Thanks, I made it myself." You say.

"How original. Sewing major?" Hydra asks. 

"Advance military strategy." You correct. You and Coriolanus had been studying the same Major. 

"And what materials did you make your dress out of? A districts bathing towel?" Coriolanus asked. It was a low blow, so low it made Fennal and Hydra laugh loudly in the quiet common room. 

Now you knew why they were laughing at you before. He saw your face flinch in a pensive sadness; Coriolanus didn't care. He considered his comment payback for you, saying he couldn't read. 

Still laughing, Hydra puts her hand on your knee. "Don't get yourself in a fret, he's just joking. Isn't that right, Coryo?" 

Coriolanus hated the nickname coming from Hydra's mouth, but for the sake of it, he let it slide. 

"I was?" he says. No one hears that this is a question. 

You were tongue-tied. Similar to the way you had (unknowingly) tongue-tied Coriolanus. 

Say something, you tell yourself. Say a comeback, Say something about his clothing. 

You scanned over Coriolanus for the second time today (The first time was when you first stepped foot into the common room). Again, you found nothing unusual about Coriolanus Snow's appearance. The boy cleaned up very nicely. 

All you could bring yourself to do was push Hydra's clammy hand off your knee. You decided to ignore Coriolanus. 

“So, where are you from, Y/N?” Fennal asks.

“Right here in the Capital, of course.” You say.

Coriolanus makes a noise. You would’ve mistaken his little ‘tsk’ for a sneeze if you weren't sitting close to him.

“What was that for?” You say.

“What was what?”

“Coriolanus, don't play dumb; you tsked; why did you tsk?”

Coriolanus lets out a boyish smile. “Nothing…it’s just that--” he says lowly. He straightens his posture, and that boyish smile fades.

He looks at you as if he wants to fight you. “That’s what you’re telling people, Y/N?”

Hydra's eyebrow raises, and you clear your throat; Fennal still cackles from the bath towel joke.

Indeed, he doesn’t know. You thought.

“And what might I not be telling people?” You say. 

Coriolanus noticed your hand picking at a string of your handmade dress. To him, this action of nervousness egged him on.

Coriolanus purposedly chose not to respond too quickly; he liked the edginess in your face. He ravished in the control he had over your emotions at this moment: from curious to tongue-tied to on edge. 

“That you’re an abomination.” Coriolanus said. You jutted your chin.“You aren’t supposed to be here.” He continues. 

“Oh, Coriolanus do tell.” Hydra instigates. 

From being on edge to a slight pouty look on your lips, tears were bound to roll down your cheek at any moment. This is what turned Coriolanus on. He was initially neglecting the thought, purposedly mixing up love and hatred as the same thing. 

He couldn’t neglect the thought anymore when he felt the confinement of his slacks becoming more confining. He crosses one leg over the other to hide it. 

“Y/N’s is one of Dr. Gaul’s mutations.” Coriolanus says, with a slight poshness in his tone. “One of the lab assistants told me.”

Fennel, who’d just stopped laughing from the previous joke, starts laughing again. This time, louder, more tauntingly. 

Coriolanus watches you intently, waiting for that one tear to fall. 

“The capital just lets in anyone these days.” Hydra says in disgust. “An abomination.” She hums. “The abominable Y/N.” Hydra laughs. 

It hadn’t been funny to Coriolanus, but he laughed louder than Fennal, just for the sake of that one tear. 

Coriolanus hadn’t been right in the slightest way, so? Why were you letting his words control you? 

You leave, not saying a word to the three of them. A plucked string of your homemade dress sits on the edge of where you sat. Coriolanus picks it up and plays with it in his hand. 

“My goodness, Coryo, who knew you could be quite a jokester,” Fennal says, trying to catch his breath. “A jokester, yet callous.” 

Coriolanus stuck daggers to you as you left. “It was a joke.” He said. “Just a little joke.” 

Coriolanus wanted you to leave, forfeit your position as Dr. Gaul's subject. What wasn't a better time than now to tell you this after he just made you cry in the common room? 

After you left, he followed you to the 3rd floor of the girl's dormitory. The last room down the dark and narrow hallway is where your room resided. 

Coriolanus begins to pound on the door, but he stops when he notices your door is cracked an inch open. Involuntarily, he peeks through the crack. 

He saw nothing but your single bed and textbooks in stacks on the floor. Coriolanus hadn't realized what he was doing could label him as "Panem's biggest creep" until you came into view. 

You started shedding off your homemade dress as if it were snakeskin. 

Give her some privacy, he told himself. 

But wait, what was that? You throw your homemade dress in the waste bin. But why? You were so pretty in it. Coriolanus felt partially at fault. 

When he saw your flesh-tone-colored undergarments, this is when the thought of being "Panem's biggest creep" didn't sound as bad to Coriolanus, only if he could still become President (possibly with you on his side).

You'd notice the door hadn't been fully closed, and when you go to close it, there's a forceful grip held to the doorknob. 

Coriolanus Snow was standing right before you, with a grip so tight on the handle. He hovered over you, barbarous by depravity. Deprived of what? Love, lost, taking his anger out on someone. 

Dark clouds surrounded his eyes, his blond curls fell on his face, and his breathing was quick, shallow. 

You do the best of your abilities to cover your body by wrapping your arms around your frame. Coriolanus takes notice of the hem of your panties peeking under your elbow. 

“You got some nerve, Coriolanus Snow. One minute you’re making a laughing joke out of me and then you’re spying on me like a perv. You’ve really done it this time. I’m going to tell Dr. Gaul—No—I’m going to tell the whole school--”

As you rambled on, Coriolanus thought how small your porcelain doll-like frame was compared to his skinny yet lean one. He felt he could devour you whole if he wanted to.

“Shut up.” He tells you in a low murmur. 

You keep going. “No. I’m going to tell the whole school what a pervert you are, and then I’m going to tell the whole school how illiterate you are, and right after I become Dr. Gaul only subject, I’m going to have you sent to the districts. Then you can creep on the woman down ther—”

“Shut up!” he screams, pushing you down to the shag carpet. 

Coriolanus hovers over you, looking down on you (how he likes it). The little light that peeks through your curtains casts a shadow on his face.

God, he hated you.

You must’ve hit something when he pushed you down because you rubbed the back of your head with a pathetic look on your porcelain face. 

As much as Coriolanus loved having you below him, he stooped down to your level, a slight smile forming on his lips from your subtle whimpers.

Fear heaves in your chest. You think he will do something when he raises his hand high enough to be a slap. You flinch when he drawls his hand closer to your face.

You flinch again and close your eyes tight, waiting for a loud CRACK to come.

But it never comes.

You slowly open your eyes and hear low laughing coming from Coriolanus.

You avoid his eyes; too much hatred filled in them. You pay attention to the subtle rise and fall of his chest. It’s in that moment when Coriolanus brings your face to him by putting his thump to your chin.

His cold touch to your soft skin makes your body shudder.

Coriolanus kisses you.

One peck of a kiss. It was experimental on the Coriolanus part. He wanted to see how your lips would feel.

When the two of you split, you’re the one to go back for seconds

This kiss lasted longer than the first; a string of saliva connected you both by the lips as you departed, only to go to the third.

You feel his hand starting to snake its way from your thigh and to your core.

When you feel his hand cup your pussy, you let out a prolonged moan, resulting in Coriolanus biting down on your lower lip. You do the same as him, twice as hard, hoping you'll draw a little blood.

Coriolanus lets out a low mewl as he moves his fingers to the hem of your panties—the warmth of your cunt still lingers on the palm of his hand.

You help him pull your panties down in one quick motion; your mouths still swap spit while you start grinding on his bulge. You both moan at the friction of your bare wet cunt rubbing on him, leaving a small damp snail trail on the crotch of his slacks.

"Coriolanus, we should stop." You mutter between kisses. You had no intentions of stopping, and neither did he. Coriolanus tells you to shut up.

Amid grunting "Fuck” you start pulling down Coriolanus' pants along with his boxers. You start whimpering as you feel his wet pink tip nudging at your damp entrance.

Coriolanus thought about fingering you to prep you for his length, but he wanted you to hurt as well. So, without any warning, he pushes himself into your femininity in one complex, relentless thrust.

“Shit.” You gasp at the sharp feeling piercing your core. You feel his girthy length protruding into your cervix.

To Coriolanus, the feeling was like sliding into a glove-like tub, with soft gel walls contracting around his length.

His relentless pace starts to slow down as he hides in the crook of your neck, relishing in the pleasure that comes from being stuffed inside of you. Tiny whimpers escape from his lips.

You both feel the warmness spread inside your bodies; it takes away both your problems for the time being, and both of you can forget about the mean stares or hurtful quips.

Your lips met again; it’s another innocent peck. Coriolanus goes back to his hard, relentless thrust.

“Deeper, please.” You whine.

So, he sinks himself deep.

Still thrusting inside of you, Coriolanus positions your knees to your chest, your feet dangling over his shoulders. He puts his whole body weight on top of you, smooshing you like a printing press.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath.

Coriolanus looks down at the obscene picture of where your bodies are connected. It was the wet sounds coming from both your bodies and the shade of beat red that coats both your private parts that got Coriolanus drooling—a string of spit leaks from Coriolanus's mouth and onto your chest.

It's when you slowly start to feel your plateau creeping when you move Coriolanus's hand gripping your hair (ironically held at the spot where you bumped your head.) and move his hand to your clit.

Coriolanus caught onto your subliminal messaging quickly, and he used his slender thump to press down on your tiny nub of flesh. He felt the pulsing sensation from your clit to his thump.

The slow pulsing of your clit becomes fast pumping throbs the closer your peak comes. The extra stimulation on your clit was phenomenal, but it was Coriolanus's needy panting that sent you over the edge.

You feel yourself clench tight around his cock before you were coming undone.

In one long sigh, you limply lay as Coriolanus still fucked you raw. You close your eyes as you let him penetrate you.

A few mere sloppy thrusts later, Coriolanus finds himself twitching inside you from the look of stupefaction on your face. Shortly after, you feel his hot liquid spurting inside of you.

He falls on top of you, just as dazed as you. The both of you stay like this for a while: Coriolanus laying on top of you, a sweaty mess, cock still buried inside of your cunt; now and then, you'll kiss his temple, or he'll stroke your cheek.

At some point, you both move from the floor to your bed, finding solace in one another's presence.

You break the comfortable silence first once the realization is set. "My mother can never find out about this."

This is when the realization sets in for Coriolanus. It was your lingering, the way you'd always linger around Dr. Gaul and her laboratory. "Dr. Gaul is your mother." He states.

You hum, crawling over him to get out of bed.

"Y'know, you almost had me nervous back in the common room; I thought you knew." You scoff.

Coriolanus intently watches you as you go to your dresser, pulling out a fresh set of pajamas.

Gaul with children, a peculiar thought.

"Why hasn't she ever mentioned you?" Coriolanus asks. 

You sigh. "She doesn't want people to know I'm her daughter, as much as I don't want people to know she’s my mother. It's a bad look for her, I think. A mutation-obsessed woman with the redeemable qualities of a nurturing mother?”

You tsk. 

"I'm taking a shower." You say. "Care to join me?" 

Coriolanus dismisses you with a "sure" and tells you he'll meet you in the bathroom in a second. 

As he watched you close the bathroom door behind you, Coriolanus had this nagging thought gnawing into his brain.

Y/N is going to win, He thought. 

Indeed, you were going to become Dr. Gaul's single subject; you were her daughter.

Yes, snow always landed on top, but snow eventually melted and became puddles of water; what was thicker than water? Blood.   

Coriolanus saw your portion of the essay lying neatly on your desk. He'd been eyeing it ever since he'd come inside of you. 

Coriolanus once swore that he would never let a woman come between him and what was important: winning. 

He found joy in watching the ones he hated fail and found more joy in watching the ones he hated watch him win. 

The fact that you two had sex wasn't going to change anything for Coriolanus; after all, you were his competition.  

As Coriolanus Snow left the 3rd-floor girls' dormitory, a sly smirk splayed across his face as he tore your essay apart and threw the shreds into the trash. 

The gesture wasn't as callous as he wanted, but it'd be one of many to ensure he'd win. 

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Tfa Shockwave with gn human reader who does silly little experiments (that are actually somewhat dangerous) like nilered does

Ex: https://youtu.be/NIVkBs7oWDI?si=FxOBzkkEaoQXTVJx

TFA Shockwave x gn!reader who does silly experiments!

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST TFA SHOCKWAVEEE!! LOVE THE GUY SM😭😭

TY FOR REQUESTING, SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG FOR THIS. I HAD THAT MONTH BREAK AND I HAD TO ATTEND SOME GRADUATIONS IN LIKE MAY😔

SPEAKING OF I GRADUATED AS WELLLLL YAYAYAYA🎉🎉

ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!

Requests OPEN!

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-Shockwave would definitely be confused about this all at first

-He does experiments as well but not like…well this.

-He makes machines that could kill and you’re here making some cotton candy outta cotton balls😭.

-when he first saw you setting up your materials for a specific experiment he already knew it was gonna be something wild. He didn’t even wanna ask what it would be because he knew it was gonna be stupid to him.

-about 30 minutes later that same day you came up to him, showing him…cherry soda??

-he was speechless and confused.

“Cherry soda?…seriously?” He said

“Well, it’s actually made out of paint thinner!” You said, smiling up at him.

“WHAT??”

-after that day he realized the experiments you do werent that stupid. Some were dangerous asf..

-sometimes if he wasn’t busy he’d js watch you do your lil experiments, and maybe even wanna add in some touches of his own.

-sometimes he’d even show you some of the lil experiments he made as well!!:D

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SORRY FOR HOW SHORT THIS WAS!! I WAS IN A RUSH☹️