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that's exactly it!!! star trek has to be bad sometimes because some of it is truly the most beautiful, touching, inspiring television ever made and that simply isn't sustainable when your budget is five dollars and a beanie hat
i got into star trek as a bit and now unfortunately ive realized its one of the most beautiful shows ever. its about love and family and exploration and warmth and possibilities and a hopeful and wonderful future. and its also so so fucking stupid
#I love when TV shows like this take risks#stop trying to appeal to normies and make your weird art#this is why I can't watch modern trek I'll get to lower decks eventually but the live action stuff#no thanks not until you paint a piece of Styrofoam that's shaped like a penis and make deforest kelly give it heart surgery#there's no way we would get 'are you prepared for the death you've earned little man' today#studios are too afraid to be silly#the horrors persist but I stay silly and I need my entertainment media also to be silly
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pro-hero!bakugou is so busy, as expected since he's a hero after all. a great one at that. he avoids relationships, because he's aware about how he cant properly manage his time. he wont go around giving hopes to people, he is a straight forward man.
but fuck, when he sees you in some movie premiere which his friend acts in, he really wants to try commit a relationship with you.
you're a journalist, he noticed from the mic you held and the logo around it. ah, you work for a big entertainment media or magazine? he's not sure. your body language shows that you're confident, he likes that.
he didn't even realize when you start talking to him.
âmr. dynamight, im (name) (last name) from vogue. can we ask you questions regarding the movie?â you asked politely.
âtch, dont make me wait too long.â he said, keeping the nonchalant act.
you gestures to your cameraman partner to get ready. once the camera is ready, you start to introduce yourself and him. he watches you with a small smirk, clearly enjoying this.
âdynamight, we hear that you're not a big fan of romcom movies, is that true? does this movie change your perspective of romcom movies?â
âyes.â
you furrowed your brows, confused.
âokay... moving on, who's the first one that comes to your mind when you hear 'queen or king of romcom'?â
âjulia roberts. i think.â there's a questionable pause.
âi love her too! especially in notting hill. i watched notting hill when i was 14 and since then library date is my dream date.â you rambles, all giggly and smiley.
âhave you been to one?â
âhm? im sorry?â
âthe library date, i can take you. if you want to i guess.â his tone isn't exactly friendly but his reddened cheeks makes you realize that he doesn't mean it the mean way.
âid love to, y- yesâ oh my god.â you stutter.
âi have to have your number then.â
since you don't carry your business card and there's only a pen, bakugou let you write your number on his arm.
âgood, call you later, dollface.â within a blink he's gone.
your flabbergasted face is the only thing you could muster.
âis the camera still on?â
âits live.â
#mha x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bnha x reader#bakugo katsuki#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#mha#fanfic
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SLYTHERINSLUT0âS KINKTOBER
fuckfest. the slytherins â groupsome / drunk sex.
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. | 2024.
summary: malfoy manor is a great place for drinks, laughs, andâŠ. orgys?
warnings: 18+ MDNI, SMUTTTTTT, porn with negative 100 plot, literally just sex and mentions of alcohol, group of uni students that love to consensually gangbang when they have the chance (sorry iâm cackling at that), pansy and reader kiss a few times, multiple orgasms from some of the boys, anal sex, fingering, oral.
Habits are simple, predictable things, slipping into your life without much thought. Some are reckless, some harmless. And some, wellâsome come with the taste of someone else's lips.
You're not sure when kissing Pansy Parkinson became one of them. What started as a drunken dare, a little more fun than you'd planned for, has now undoubtedly turned into something elseâsomething almost close to ritual. With every night that stretches long, every round of drinks that comes too fast, it's inevitable that your lips will find hers at one point or another, like clockwork.
And a habit is just a habit, but this oneâthis one you never feel like breaking.
"You ever try body shots with tequila?" Pansy whispers, breath warm against your lips as her smirk hooks you, the same way it always does.
"Plenty of times." You grin back, your mouth barely brushing hers. "What, you want me to lay back for you, Parkinson? Shirt pulled downâor off?"
Theo whistles, and Pansy giggles. They've seen this before, watched it unfold in countless variations, yet it's still equally as entertaining every single time.
"Pull it down, take it off, whatever gets me there faster." She's already moving, grabbing lime and salt with hands that are too steady for how much you've all been drinking. "You know I won't complain either way."
You pour her a shot, liquid gold catching the dim light in the room. You feel the weight of every inebriated gaze on youâDraco, Blaise, Enzo, Mattheo, Theoâall of them watching, same way they always do when you and Pansy put on a show.
You blink and sheâs back in front of you, lime and salt in hand. You feel bold, drunk on the moment as you hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt, leaning into her kiss only to break it as you pull the fabric over your head. The boys shift around youâmore whistlesâand Pansy's hands find your face, greedy and gentle all at once, barely giving you a moment to toss the shirt aside before she nudges you onto your back.
"You're so fucking hot," she purrs, slinking between you and the boys who are seated around the table, grinning. "Tilt your head, that's itâhereâ"
She nestles the cool shot glass between your tits while sprinkling the salt on your neckâthen, the lime slice is between your teeth before you can even register it, and now you're staring straight at Blaiseâhis dark eyes roving over you like a feast, lips parted just enough that you can imagine the feel of them pressed against your own.
Your thighs tense, heat pooling low in your stomach.
"The boys wanted a show," Pansy whispers as she pulls off her own shirt. "They'll get one."
You hum in agreement and she works like she's done this a hundred timesâ shot glass disappearing between her lips, tossing the tequila back before she sets it asideâ warm tongue dragging along the line of salt on your skin, moving up to suck juice from the lime between your lips. She meets your eyes for what feels like a split second before the lime is yanked free and her mouth is on yours, lips tasting like tequila and salt and something wildâ
You close your eyes against the flood of sensationâthe alcohol, the heat, the spinning of the roomâand kiss her back with equal fervour. Her lips crush yours, sloppy and wild, a thousand impulses spinning through your mind and inevitably, you're too weak to fight them, tugging her closer as a result.
Pansy huffs, fingers curling into your hair as she crawls on top of youâstraddling your hips on top of the table as one hand slips down to your chest. The boys are muttering things that you can't hear as the kiss is frantic now, teeth grazing, tongues tangled, the taste of lime and tequila lingering in each exhale.
"Gods, Pansy," you gasp into her mouth, hands sliding down her waist, digging into the fabric of her skirt. "You're insatiable."
She pulls back just enough to smirk, breathless, her dark eyes glinting. "I could say the same about you, babe."
You feel the tension in her greedy fingers as they curl against your scalp, her weight pressing you down into the table, and suddenlyâall the teasing, all the playing at flirting feels too far awayâyou need her closer, need to take control back, need to feel her beneath you instead of towering over youâ
"Pansâ" your hands find her hips, gripping tight as you push against her, trying to flip her onto her backâbut in your haste, you misjudge the edge of the table and before you can stop her she's tumbling forward, off the side, straight into Draco's lap. "Ohâshitâ"
Everyone gasps, the room pausing for a moment and you're vaguely aware of Blaise's hands clutching your waist, pulling you steady into his lap as you teeter off the table too, the tequila making your head spin. Pansy is sprawled over Draco on the floor, skirt hitched high enough to give the rest of you a perfect view of her assâto which everyone in the room is admiring. Shamelessly.
It's a spectacleâand the boys have always loved a fucking spectacle.
"Merlin's sakeâ" Draco grunts as Pansy slumps over him, straddling his waist. You catch the way his hands grip her thighs, fingers flexing like they don't quite know what to do with themselves. "Always the bloody dramatics with you two.â
"I'm not even sorry." Pansy grins, unrepentant as ever as she leans into Draco's neck, teasing like nothing's even happened, like she's perfectly content to remain there, straddling his lap. "You make a good seat."
Draco scoffs, and Theo snickers from across the table.
"You're a menace." The words from Draco's lips sound a lot like praise, and something about the way his eyes flutter shut when Pansy's tongue finds the sensitive skin at his throat makes your mouth go dry. "You're alright, though?"
"Fine," she murmurs, though her tone suggests she's thinking of anything but her well-being. "Totally fine." Her fingers brush over his chest, tracing the buttons of his shirt. "Are...are you fine?"
"I'mâ" his voice catches when her fingers undo the first button. "I'm fine."
"You are," she agrees, voice a little hoarse, as she undoes the second, then the third. "Very, very fine."
Draco's face flushes, and there's a sheepish edge to his smile as his handsâalmost without thoughtâbegin to slide higher, fingers trailing under the hem of her skirt, pulling it just a little further up her hips. Her eyes flutter closed for just a second as he settles over the curve of her ass, and there's a spark, a shiver of something between themâ
Your gaze flicks to Blaise, feeling his presence at your backâsolid, grounding, the warmth of his chest pressed against you as you lean into him. You don't have to see him to know he's watching, though you find the confirmation anyways, his dark eyes tracing every movement, every shift between the two heated Slytherins on the floor.
When you glance back, you see the boys are all watching, tooâTheo, Enzo, Mattheoâall glued to the sight, silent in their anticipation.
Pansy grinds down, and Draco's head tips back, eyes closed, hands clinging to her hips, her ass, anywhere he can findâ
"They don't waste any time, do they?" Blaise murmurs, words a tickle at your pulse, the sound of his voice pulling you back into your own body, your own skin.
You shiver as his fingers trail lightly up your ribs, teasing the edge of your black lace braâyou tilt your head and you catch Theo's gaze sliding over you, flicking back and forth between Pansy's legs and the way Blaise's hands have begun their slow exploration along your sides. You grin as you meet Enzo's eyes next, his lip pulled between his teeth, fingers tracing the rim of his cupâ
"You could take notes, Zabini," you murmur, the words catching in your throat as his lips graze your shoulderâso close, too close.
"Me? Take notes?" He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the spot just below your ear. "I've already got it down to a science, baby.â
"Yeah?" You hum, lost in the feel of his mouth on your skin, the way his fingers are edging dangerously close to your breasts. You can feel Mattheo's gaze, burning into you from across the table, but you don't dare look, you'd crack if you did. "You sure about that?"
"Quiz me if you'd like." As if to prove his point, he pushes past the fabric of your bra, long fingers finding a nipple, and your hips twitch of their own accord, a gasp leaving your lips. "I'll pass any test you give me."
"Cocky." There's a slight edge to your voice as you roll your hips, meeting his heat with your ownâjust to distract him, of course. "You're gonna' make the others jealous."
"They'll have their fun," his finger toys with the clasp of your bra, now. You feel him undo it. "I want you first."
"Oh," you gasp at the sensation of cool air against bare skin as he yanks it off your arms, exposing your tits to everyone at the table. "Cocky and greedy."
"You'd expect nothing less, baby." He practically growls.
You choke on a moan. "Blaise-"
"That's my name," he's groping, his fingers pinching your nipples just hard enough to make you squeak. "I know you're real familiar with it."
Pansy's moans, soft and breathy, fill the space as Draco works her out of her skirt, mouth moving between her thighs. You clenchâseeing themâher fingers in his hair, her gasps growing louder and more franticâyour pulse quickensâ
"Jealous?" Blaise's taunts, having caught you staring.
You shake your head, butâMerlin, how could you not be? You'd give just about anything to relieve the heat between your thighs. To feel the heat of all the eyes watching you right now against your skin. Mattheo, Theo, Enzoâ
"Not jealous." Even you can hear how breathless you sound. "Just impatient."
"Patience is a virtue," Blaise says, all mock-virtuousness, squeezing your tits again, as if to punish you for being impatient. "One I'm happy to rewardâ"
Mattheo is the first to snap, shoving the half-empty bottle of alcohol aside and standing up, chair scraping across the floor. Theo considers doing the same, you can tell, eyes still glued to your half-naked body as he drains his cup in one gulp. Your eyes flick to Enzo, who's merely staring, his lip still being bitten to death between his teeth.
Merlin help you.
Mattheo strolls around the tableâeyes roaming as he moves, stopping just behind where you sit on Blaise's lap, breath warm on the back of your neck as he murmurs in your earâ
"I've been patient." You think it's to Blaise. "Where's my reward."
Blaise snorts, and then Theo stands up.
"We've been patient." He's looking at Blaise, lips just starting to grin. "Real, real patient."
Enzo laughs as he rises, tooâall three of them forming a loose semi-circle around you and Blaise. You can almost taste the testosteroneâhot and eager and hungryâas their eyes rake over you.
Blaise tugs you closer, his hands sliding down to your hips. "I'm feeling outnumbered."
"You're outnumbered," Theo agrees, smirk growing as his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you off Blaise's lap and to your feet. "You're also outvoted. You think we're going to just sit around and watch?"
"Not a chance in hell," Mattheo growls as he moves behind you, calloused hand running up your thigh.
Blaise grunts from where he's still seated, watching you with molten eyes, "you lot are animals, you know that?"
You almost laugh at that, considering he had your bra off in minutes.
"We're justâeager." Theo whispers, leaning in just enough to breathe against your neck, kissing a path up your jaw while Mattheo's hands work at undoing your skirt. You're so turned on you're not sure how you're not dripping down your thighs. "I wanted to be inside you three fucking hours ago."
You whimper at his words, the thick air of the room suddenly too much as Mattheo's hands push your skirt down your legs.
"Three hours is generous." Enzo's moving now, but he isn't looking at youâhis eyes are locked on Pansy as Draco slams into herâthe two of them locked in a trance. "My head's been filled with filth since this afternoon."
"Filth?" Blaise cocks an eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling it now?"
"Filth," Mattheo husks, and his hand comes up to wrap around your throatâlips pressed to your ear. "All I've been able to think about for the past week."
Your hips twitch at the pressure against your throatâand you moan louder than Pansy. "Godsâif one of you doesn't fuck me in the next minuteâ"
"Told you," Blaise chuckles, watching Mattheo's hand around your throat like a hawk. "Animal."
"Then what?" Mattheo ignores himâfingers pressing against your pulse just a little harder as he pulls you flush against him, teeth finding your ear, and you feel Theo's fingers trail down your front, teasing your slit. "What're you gonna do?"
"Fuck," you mutter, breathless, hips jerking toward the touch. "I'll dieâ"
"Oh, that's not good." Enzo's looking now, circling around to stand on your free side, his gaze traveling from your face, down your body, to where Theo's fingers are centimetres from pushing into your soaked cunt. "Is it our responsibility to prevent that?"
"Probably. It's only the right thing to do." Mattheo's cooes against your neck. "Can't have you dying on us, now can we?"
"Mm. Not the only," Theo murmurs, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes a finger inside you. "I can think of a dozen things to do right now."
"A dozen?" Blaise scoffs. You're starting to hate the sound of his teasing fucking tone. "Only a dozen?"
You can't even replyâany words you possess are swallowed by another moan as a second, then a third, of Theo's fingers push deep into you. Even his fingers are long, you think. You forgot just how bigâ
"Merlin, Theoâfuckâ"
"That's the idea," he grins against your lipsâyou moan again when his fingers curl deep.
"You like that?" Mattheos hands are all over youâyour tits, your ass, the press of his chest against your bare backâand you think that you need to see his face, need to see his eyes. "You need more?"
"Yes." You're not sure if you're speaking to Mattheo, or Theo, or Enzo or Blaise, or all of them. "Yes, pleaseâpleaseâ"
"Oh good," Blaise muses. "She's polite."
"Of course she is," Theo groans as your cunt clenches around his digitsâyour slick sounds filling the space between you, mingling with the sound of skin smacking from a few feet away. "So good for us."
"Mm," Mattheo adds, teeth scraping over your shoulder, squeezing your ass to make you gasp. "Very."
"A real angel," Enzo purrs, still circling like a fucking shark, eyes flitting over to Pansy and Draco again as her moans grow louder, more insistent. "Especially when she's begging."
It's all too muchâTheo's fingers pumping deep, his thumb swirling your clit, the sounds of Draco and Pansy and the feel of hands and lips and intoxicated eyes everywhereâ
Your head falls back against Mattheoâs shoulder. "Oh, pleaseâfuckâpleaseâ"
"What're you begging for, Bellissima?" Theo murmurs, drawing your eyes back to his. "Wanna use your words?"
You gasp as his fingers move faster, deeper, as if he's trying to pull the words out of your throat. "Needâ"
Blaise snickers. "Yes?"
"Need to cumâ" you cry out, hysterical as Mattheo pinches your nipples, groans against your neck. "Need to beâfuckedâ"
"And I'm the greedy one." That's Blaise again, insufferable as ever.
"We like greedy," Theo grins against your mouth, fingers crooking, and your knees buckle. "Right, boys?"
"We do," Mattheo growls.
"We like it a lot," Enzo agrees, his eyes finally meeting yours. "We love it."
"Then what're you waiting for," you gasp, unable to take much more of the heat building, twisting, every point of contact sending a new wave of need through your body. "Give it to meâ"
"Give you what?" It's Blaise againâGod, he's driving you fucking insane tonight. "You gotta be more specific, babygirl."
"Giveâohhâ" your orgasm is right there. Right. Fucking. There. "Give me your fucking dick, Zabiniâfuckâyou called firstâ"
"Oh I did, didn't I?" Blaise still hasn't moved from his seat, but you can see the way his trousers are straining. "Guess it's my lucky day."
Theo lets loose a groan, and you can feel his hips jerking in rhythm with his fingers. "Thank Merlin for small favours."
"Lucky for all of us, really." The corner of Blaise's mouth twitches, almost with the suggestion of a smile. "Don't you think, Enzo?"
Before you can even comprehend Enzo's response, Theo curls his fingers just right, thumb rubbing your clit just right, Mattheo groping your chest and kissing your neck just fucking rightâand then you're thereâclimax charging you, release spilling all over Theo's fingersâ
"Oh, fuckâyesyesyesâ"
You cry out and shudder forward, only being held up by Theo and Mattheos hands, and you're barely back on earth before you feel Blaise's fingers under your thighsâurging you back and laying you out across the table as if you're a fucking feast for himâ
"Patience," Blaise grins down at you, hands finding your thighs, squeezing hard enough to drag you back to reality and realize he's got his trousers undone. "Is really such a virtue."
"Right," you mumble, still breathless as you look up at him. "Too bad I'm fresh out."
Blaise chuckles at that. "I can tell."
Fuck thisâ
"Blaiseâif you don't fuck me right nowâ" you push up from the table, urging him back into the chair he was sitting in. "I will let everyone else fuck me first and make goddamn sure you watch."
There's a flicker of surprise in Blaise's eyes as he slumps back in the chairâMattheo snorts behind you and for a second you wonder if you may have just gone too farâ
"Not a chance," he smiles, his words coming out in a growl that's all heat and lust and something just a little dangerous. "We'll have none of that."
And then, he's on his feet again. But this time, when he touches you, itâs firm and fast and not at all gentle. He directs you around the table before bending you over it, and you hear someoneâTheo, you think?âgroan like they're in pain, the sound swallowed by a desperate moan that you know for certain is Pansy's.
Your eyes flutter when you hear itâyou just don't know where to lookâ
"No, look up. Up." Blaise's hand is in your hair, forcing you to look up from the table, and you realize where the sound came from. "I want you to watch."
Your head's spinning in a way you're sure is not entirely from the alcohol, and it only intensifies when your eyes focus on the scene just across the roomâDraco and Pansy sprawled on the couch, now, Pansy riding him while stroking Enzo's insistent dick, his glossed eyes glued to yours, watching, just watchingâ
Blaise's hand is still in your hair. "That's it. Watch."
Enzo smiles at you, cheeky and fucking taunting before Pansy tightens her grip while jerking him off and his head tips backâ
"Gonna' be good for me," Blaise murmurs against your backâhis tip pressing against your dripping entrance. "Gonna' take it all for me?"
"Yes," you gasp, catching a glimpse of Mattheo and Theo just off to the side of you, sharing a smoke. "Fuck yesâ"
"That's it, baby. Just relax," he cooes, and then he's pushing into you. "Relax and enjoy itâ"
There's a sting as he stretches you, and keeps stretching you until he's bottoming out far fucking deeper than you'd rememberedâthere's a moan from you that gets tangled between your teeth, a gasp from infront you, a moan from someone else, andâgods, if Blaise doesn't start movingâ
"Blaiseâoh, fuckâ"
Blaise gives a low moan as your walls flutter around him, a swear under his breath that's punctuated with a hard squeeze of your hip. "GoodâgodâMerlinâ"
He pulls out just enough to make you cry out, shamelessâand it melds with Pansy's from across the room.
"Shh," Mattheo steps infront of you, blocking your view of Pansy and Draco and Enzo. "Let Blaise feel youâ"
âand suddenly, Mattheo's hand is on your jaw, forcing your head back, coaxing your eyes to his. His other hand disappears, down past his belt, and you moan againâwet walls squeezing Blaise as he slowly starts to rock into you.
"I wanna' fuck your throat," Mattheo murmurs, so close you can feel his breath on your lips. "Badly."
"So needy," your words are a breathless moan, but Mattheo doesn't seem to mindâhe just grins as he unbuttons his trousers. "Can't even watch for five minutes withoutâ"
"I know, I can't," he interrupts, and his hand's back at your jaw, gripping hard. "You've got me too fucking hard."
You're about to reply with another smartass comment, but Theo saddles up next to his fellow Slytherin and before you can blink his hand is on the back of your head, tangling in your hair, angling your lips toward Mattheo's now-exposed cockâ
"Don't worry about the smart mouth," Theo leans down close to you, every intention of cutting off your reply. "We have other uses for it."
You'd probably roll your eyes at the phrase if it wasn't for Mattheo's dick pushing past your teeth and hitting the back of your throat so quick you gagâ eyes squeezed shut as Blaise bottoms out, again and again.
"That's one of them." he adds with a smirk, watching you choke on his best friends dick.
You can't even think. Every thought that enters your head is immediately replaced with another moan, another sensation, another need, anotherâ
"Draco! Fuck!" You hear Pansy cry out from the couch.
"Keep going, Pans," Enzo grunts, his voice sounding choked. "Just like that."
"She taking you good, Blaise?" The question comes out in a moan of his ownâyou think it's Dracoâand you wonder idly who's doing what over there now. "Tight as I remember?"
âTight and wet andâfuckâ" Blaise's voice has taken on a new level of strangled, desperate, need that's almost too raw to hear it, andâ "she'sâgood. She's good."
"That's it," Draco grunts again, like he's pleased to hear it. "She's anâoh, yes, Pansy, fuckâ"
The noise from the couch is too muchâyou're not able to think past the fullnessâthe desperate, overwhelming heat that's consumed you, and that's when you feel a pair of lips at your earâ
"Does it feel good?" Theo's words are barely louder than a whisper, your gagging sounds almost drowning them out. He grabs your hand, slowly bringing it to his crotch. "Having us like this?"
Your fingers are clumsy, shaky as they wrap around him and try to push his trousers downâit's hard to see past the water in your eyes but once you do you're rewarded with a gasp and a low swear under his breath that sounds so damn good you want to hear it a million times more.
"Mmmfff." You moan around Mattheo as Blaise's fingers find your clit, coaxing you towards a high you're not sure you can handleâ
"That's it," Theo whispers, moving your hand just the way he likes it. His fingers are tangled with yours while his free hand finds your hair again, shoving you closer to Mattheo. "Fuck. That's it."
Everything is spinning and whirling in the best way, the best possible way, and you know you're there, so close, but it's so hard to think, so hard to do anythingâwhenâ
"You gonna' cum for us, baby?" Another pair of lips at your ear, not Theo's voice, but Blaise'sâragged with his deep thrusts. "Gonna' cum for us good and hard?"
Your response, which most likely would have been something along the lines of: "yes" or "please" or "gods yes fucking please," is completely smothered by Mattheoâhis hand at the back of your head alongside Theo's, fingers tangled in your hair, cockhead slamming the back of your throat over and over and overâ
"Then do it," Blaise knows your answer anyways. His fingers rub quicker, his hips piston faster. "Now."
And it's in this moment where you lose yourself completelyâthe world narrows down to your body, every sensation flooding through you, and the fucking soundsâPansy's moans, Theo's groans, Blaise's pants, Mattheo's swearing, Draco's whimpers and Enzo's fucking gruntingâwhere you can't do a goddamn thing to stop it, not that you even wanted to. You do what Blaise told you, cumming so hard you see stars behind your eyes, and for one blissful, everlasting secondâyou feel nothing but pure unadulterated pleasure, until it all comes rushing back with force.
You think you hear Theo say "good girl" as your body tensesâshaking, trembling, clenching around Blaise so hard his pace falters and his hips slow and his thrusts turn erraticâand then you feel itâthe result of his pent up passion as he slows to to an absolute standstillâspilling his cum deep into your cunt while he shudders against you, gasping out a curse that might have been your name.
"Oh, fuck," he groans, slowlyâcarefullyâand you feel him pull out of you just as Mattheo moans, hands tightening in your hair, spilling his own release down your throat. "Oh, sweet Merlin."
It takes a moment for reality to filter back in, and you try to catch your breath in a way that's probably not very dignified. You're not quite sure what to do with yourselfâand quite frankly, you're not given the chance to figure it out as Mattheo pulls out too and Theo slips up behind youâ
"Come here, Bella," he murmurs, his lips at your ear againâhe sounds like he's trying to catch his breath, too. Through the fog you remember that at one point you were jerking him offâand you feel the confirmation of his need still hard against your ass as he pulls you up against him. "There we go. Easy now."
You try to speakâyou're not sure what you would even sayâbut your voice is as shaky as the rest of you, and all that comes out is a soft moan.
"She'sâ" Blaise's still trying to steady his breath as he slumps into his prior chair, trousers still half undone. "âshe's on mars."
"I've a feeling we all are," Theo mutters, holding you against him. His fingers skim down your stomach, almost like he's mapping out the aftershocks. "Some more than others."
You can almost feel the way his eyes flick across the room with thatânoting the way Draco's splayed out on the couch next to Pansy who's now riding Enzo and jerking a still half-hard Mattheoâ
"Oh, relax," Draco scoffs, eyes shut and head tipped toward the ceiling. "I'll rejoin the land of the living in a moment."
"Sure, Draco," Mattheo huffs, and you can practically hear the roll of his eyes from here. "We'll be here when you do."
"Mmâfuck, Pansyâ"
Enzo's moan cuts through their bantering and it's at that moment where Theo finally decides he's waited long enoughâhe grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the table, directing you to the couch where he slumps down and drags you into his lap, your thighs on either side of hisâthrobbing, leaking cock pressing against your cum soaked cunt.
You moan, and Pansy moans beside you.
"I think," Theo murmurs into your neck, his words as thick and as needy as his hardness, "I could get used to this."
"S'that right?" You try to keep your words cool, to be as unaffected as you'd like, butâthere's no hiding the way your breath hitches, the way you move your hips just the slightest in his lap. "I can't say the same about your size."
"Take me at your own pace." He husks, a smirk you're sure is attached to the words. "I'm halfway there already from that handjob."
You'd laugh at that if you weren't still so breathless and shaky from before, so instead the laugh comes out as a needy moan as you slide forward, shifting in his lap until you feel his tip brush up against your already sensitive clitâ
"Gods," you breathe out the word, bracing your hands on his shoulders. "Such a gentleman."
"Always," he replies, completely sincere just before his hands grab your hips and in one quick motionâhe's guiding you down onto him. "Always for you."
You'd replyâyou'd probably even say something that might be sweet, if you could, if the rest of the world didn't fade into a sort of pleasurable blankness as you sink downâdown until the moan that leaves you is so unbridled that it should have been embarrassing if the whole fucking lot of you weren't so far passed embarrassmentâbecause just the head of him is so thick and you're suddenly thankful Blaise stretched you out so deliciously because otherwise you think it'd be too much, too quick andâfuck.
You're still sensitive, and you know he can tellâ
"Oh, she's tight." Theo's voice is low in your ear, his lips tracing your jawline. "Too much?"
"Never," you gasp out, offering some weak shake of your head. "Never too much."
He grins against your pulse, teeth scraping across your skinâ
"Good."
He punctuates the word by sinking you down a bit more, the stretch of his shaft drawing out a moan from deep in your chestâ
"And when it is?"
âhe pauses, tightening his grip on your hips to pull you up slightly before sliding you back downâ
"Tell me."
You're only half able to form the thought at this pointâthe other half of you is so preoccupied with the feeling of his hands holding you, his lips against your skin, his voice in your earâyou nod, anyway, and there's another moan from somewhere in the roomâEnzo again, and it's more of a whimper than anything else.
"Thatâs it, Pansy, so goodâ"
"Feels good, Enzy?" Her response comes through gasps. "You like it like that?"
Blaise answers for them bothâyou catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, slumped back in his chair with a new drink in hand. "Keep that up and he'll never leave that couch again."
"He's not the only one." Theo's words vibrate through you, and while you're not sure if it's the meaning behind them or the way they're sent deep into your neck with a hint of teeth, either way you have to swallow a moan before you can respond.
"Is that so?" You reply, doing your goddamn best to keep your voice steady as Theo's hips roll up into you again.
"It is so," he murmurs. "You think you can handle staying on this couch all summer?"
Summer. Hardly a week away. You think of the days and nights you're going to spend in this manor, in this roomâin this room on this fucking couchâ
His hands slip to your ass, guiding you up and down. "You think you could last another hour?"
"Mmm," you manage to get the sound out before he rolls up again, the perfect angle to hit that sensitive spot somewhere deep inside you and that's all you have to say before all other higher level thinking goes out the window. "Oh, Theo, youâre fucking deepâ"
"I know," he replies, his breath harsh against your throat, his words lost between the moans you can't seem to keep from slipping out. "I know, bella, I knowâ"
Cocky bastard.
You lean down, pulling his head against your chest with hands in his hair and he follows. You'd think he'd try to pull back, just to say something witty with a smirk on his faceâbut instead he groans, his tongue flicking over your nipple and that's when you hear Mattheo grunt from somewhere beside youâ
"Fuck me." His voice comes out as a gasp that he's struggling to keep from sounding strangled. Pansy's still lazily stroking him, multitasking while riding Enzo. "I'm so fucking hard again."
If you could manage a proper response, you might have said that was the ideaâyou'd probably have said something very clever about how you wouldn't mind letting him down your throat again.
You can still think, but the thought is a struggle, so all you manage is a breathlessâ
"Mattââ
"Mmm?" Hardly a humâand for some reason it's so much more attractive than it probably should be. "Yes, princess?"
The way you shiver at the pet name is something you're going to have to examine at some pointânot now, though, because if you have to put any more thought into any single thing you're going to explode.
"Youâyouâ"
Theo interrupts before you can finish the sentence. "Fuck her, Riddle."
If Mattheo's surprise at Theo's apparent order is evident, it's masked by the moan he lets out as Pansy does something that must have felt especially good.
"I, fuckâI already fucked her throat, Nott. If you'd finish gatekeeping herâ"
"She's got another hole, Riddle," Theo replies, with that self-assured tone that's too goddamn cocky to be legal and you wonder absently if he knows what it does to you as he gives a sharp, deliberate roll of his hips. "She can handle it, can't you, bella?"
You try to moan out an answerâyou're sure there's a sound thereâanything to let him know that yes, you not only can but that you're not sure there's anything you'd rather doâyet the words die before you can get them out as Mattheo is already movingârough hands finding your ass, spreading your cheeks as he leans down to press a kiss to the dimples on your lower back. The sensation catches you off guard but you don't have time to think about that before you feel something wetâhis saliva, you thinkâslick between your cheeks and then his fingers are there, rubbing and massaging against your tight holeâ
And then, he's pressing a finger into you. "Ohâ"
You're not even sure if your gasp is a reaction to Theo's movement or Mattheo'sâall you know is that for a moment it all just combines into a whirlwind that seems to just drown all the oxygen out of your lungs completelyâ
"I know," Theo's breath is as laboured and rough as yoursâthe rumble of his words vibrating against your chest, your collarbone. "God, I knowâ"
"Jesus," another moan, strangled and needy, and it's not from you or Theo or even Enzoâit's from Mattheo. "Oh, this ass is tightâ"
That's not something you're going to be able to get overâhearing that coming from him. "Oh fuck, Mattâ"
"Mmm?" There's a smile in his voiceâand you'd see it on his face if you were facing him, if all of his focus weren't so decidedly somewhere else. "You want me to fuck this perfect ass, donât you?"
With that he pushes another finger into you while Theo wraps his arms around your waist to hold you steady to his chest. His hips cant up into you, and you swear you're on fireâMattheo chuckles.
The sensation is so much youâre crying out again, his teasing turning infuriating. "You're a goddamnâahâbastardâ"
"Maybe so," he replies, with a smack to one of your asscheeks. "But a bastard that's going toâ"
He stretches you out, pumping and scissoring slow, just as deliberate as everything else he doesâand the moan you let out is enough to drown out whatever witty, dirty words you're sure he was going to follow that withâ
"Fuckâfuck," the word is all you can manage as you brace your hands against Theo's shoulders, nails digging into his skinâ "oh, fuckâ"
Mattheo groans against your back and you swear it's intentional because he has to know what all of this is doing to youâwhat it's doing to Theo by association.
"Fuck, she likes thatâ" Theo's gasp hits you like a punch in the gut. "I should haveâ"
It's like there's a whole sentence, some snarky, perfectly articulate statement he had in mind, but whatever words it was comprised of are lost in the way he shiversâin the way his hips jerk more erratically due to how tight you're squeezing himâdue to the way your walls spasm as Mattheos fingers keep pumping, stretchingâ
"Should have what?" It's a miracle you manage the words, and you're feeling particularly proud about the way it's more of a challenge than a question, even if it's half mumbled.
Whatever it is, he can't say it, and whatever retort you had for that is interrupted by the sound of a gruntâEnzo. His face is screwed up in pleasure, his breath is coming in ragged, uneven pants and there's a look in his eyes that looks distinctly broken.
Mattheo groans and pulls his fingers free. You feel the tip of his dick replacing them. "Canât fucking wait any longer."
Enzo's eyes meet yours, then, and they're absolutely wrecked. "I'm going toâ"
Pansy grins and moans out her reply. "Yeah, you are."
There's little else you can sayânot that you'd have the words even if you weren't as lost as the rest of them. You just have a flash of thought about how you've never seen Enzo look like that before, open and vulnerable and completely at the mercy of whatever bliss he's riding right now, but then there's another feral moan escaping your lipsâ
"Oh, Gods, Mattheo!â"
Theo groans into your neck as Mattheo presses in and it takes merely two seconds before your eyes roll backâthe way he sinks into your ass is a level of fullness you weren't sure you could reach, and even that's a thought that's too complex for you to process as your head drops, forehead pressed to Theo's shoulder.
There's a hiss from his lips, another muttered curse that you half catch as he bites at your collarbone, his hands moving back to squeeze your hipsâ
"Fuck, yes," Mattheo's voice sounds more strained than you've ever heard it. "Jesus Christ, that feels goodâ"
"Don't think the saviour would like you taking his name in vain," Blaise says, from somewhere in the room. "Not in this scenario at least."
No, he wouldn't, you think, but there's no way you've got the wherewithal to speak nowâany focus you had is lost now that you're impaled on not one, but two cocks and it's like your entire nervous system's been turned over to the sensation of being so fucking full, so surroundedâof not being able to do anything except try to remember how to breathe.
It's not working very well.
"Mm," Theo's moans, fucking up into you nice and slow. "I think he'd understand."
"I think that's a rather blasphemous stance to take," Blaise replies. "Then again, given the scenario, perhaps that's not the most shocking revelation I've had of you all today."
"Blaise," Enzo groans, his tone somewhere between pleading and demanding. "Are you really going to try and have a conversation right now?"
"Just making an observation," Blaise says casually, and you swear that part of your brain that still functions can see the smirk plastered on his face in your mind. "Merely commenting about the depravity on display."
"Your commentary is duly noted," Mattheo breathes, his words punctuated by a low moan as he smacks your ass. "And dismissed."
There's a grumble of agreement through the room at that, including one from you, but all your words come out as a gaspâ
Theo loves you like this. You can tell he's fucking savouring it. "That's it, bella. You don't need to do more than that."
Part of you wants to protest the statement, wants to argue that you have it in you to contribute more, but no matter how hard you tryâand you do tryâall that comes out around the moans is an inarticulate mess.
"Yeah, that's it," Mattheo groans, and you'd be embarrassed about how utterly ruined by all of this you are if you could focus on anything other than the two dicks pumping you in rhythm. "Just let me and Nott take care of yourâmmfâtight fuckin' holes."
There's a whine that worms its way out of your chest and through your lips at that, and you don't know what it's begging forâjust that it's begging, and all your mind cares about right now is that Theo and Mattheo understand that.
Theo's response is a moan of his own and a hand finding the back of your neck, his fingers wrapping around your hair. "So fucking wetâtightâ"
"And taking us so goddamn well," Mattheo adds as one of his hands grab your ass again, spreading you open. "Fucking hellâI'm so closeâ"
"So are we," Theo responds for you, and the words are harsh and desperate and make your whole body shudder. "Soâahâso are weâ"
The realization that he can feel how close you are makes you clenchâwalls fluttering around the both of them as they fuck you temperedâitâs only a few more seconds before you're seeing stars so bright you hardly register the sounds of Enzo and Pansy reaching their climaxes next to youâthe feeling of Pansy crashing her lips to yours as she cums and moans into your mouth propelling you further over the edge, into your own ecstasyâ
And if there were a way to describe it, you're sure you'd think of it later, but right now it's all just fire and lightningâpleasure wracking your body until you're certain you're not going to come down for hours. You can't really hear anythingâjust the rushing of your own blood pulsing in your earsâbut as it starts to subside, your vision returns and the sound followsâyour lips still pressed to Pansy's as Theo moans underneath you, spilling his release into your cunt while Mattheo is still thrusting slowâ
"Oh my god," you gasp as you break the kiss, all of you breathing so hard you're sure it's going to take a while for the oxygen levels in the room to return to normal. "Oh my god, oh my godâ"
"Mmm," is about all Theo seems to be capable of currently.
Itâs a rare thing for him to be rendered speechlessâand you'd grin at the knowledge if it weren't for Mattheo still thrusting deep in your assâleaving Theo trapped inside your cunt, his length still twitching and throbbing within your walls.
"Still with us, princess?" Mattheo's chuckle is somewhat strangled, and the hand he's not gripping your ass with finds your hair again, tugging your head back to expose your neck. "You aren't done already, are you?"
If he expectsâor even wantsâan actual answer to that question, he's going to be very disappointed because all you can manage is a strangled half-moan that's a decent representation to how you're feeling right nowâ
"I think she's lost her words," Mattheo murmursâand then it's like he realizes something. "Maybe we should test that."
"Whaâ"
It's not a proper word, but you don't even have the chance to fully get it out before his hand in your hair is pulling your head back even further and you realize that at some point Pansy had gotten off of Enzo and he's now kneeling on the couch in front of you with his cum covered cock aimed directly at your lipsâ
"Clean me off."
It's another demand you'd probably be inclined to respond to with a snarky reply if you were at all confident in your ability to do anything other than open your mouth and let him press the tip to your tongueâ
"Good girl," Enzo says, and the praise is delivered with that voice that sounds like it came from some dark place inside him, the one that's only ever really appeared in the privacy of these walls and with this group of people. "Taste your bestfriend on me, hm? You like that?"
It's a question you'd probably deny a few months ago, but that's not the case anymoreâand you know that the answer would be obvious regardless, given how you've just proven you're more than happy to share them with her. So instead you give an answer that's a better representation of how you feel without having to admit it, and it only comes out as a hum of agreement as you taste her.
"I know you do," Enzo replies, and he's got that same smirk he usually has when he's got the upper hand, the one that usually makes you feel at least mildly put outânow it just makes you shiver. "Little slut."
Theo, who's still trapped underneath you and still half hard inside you, moans at that.
"Mmmm-" yes, you want to say, but you can't and the noise you manage instead, around the taste of your bestfriend on your tongue, comes out more like a whimper that has absolutely no business doing as much to you as it does.
Mattheo growls with a deep thrust into your ass, and the whimper turns into a whine as Pansy moves closer to you.
"You look pretty," she murmurs, her mouth pressed against your hair as Enzo pushes his dick deeper down your throat. "You look so fucking pretty right now."
There's something about that, the way her voice caresses the words, that makes something warm rush through you, wrapping around the bliss and squeezing until you're almost overwhelmed again.
Your eyes water, as you gag. "Mmghâ"
"Mhmm," her lips move down your cheek, next to your mouth where Enzo is still slowly fucking it, and it's like the action is deliberateâa way to show, without saying it outright, just how wrecked you are. "And you say I'm insatiable."
That's fair, because right now you're fairly certain you've never wanted something to continue forever quite as much as you do this, regardless of the fact that you know it's not practical.
"Ah, fuckâ" Mattheo grunts with a messy thrust. âOh, fuckâ"
He's not the most loquacious person in the world but even he is having a hard time getting words outâand you're not much better, with the only sounds you're capable of making completely indecipherable even for you, let alone the rest of the room.
"Fuckâ" with a final curse, he spills his release deep into your ass and Theo groans from under you as you clench as a result. "âyes."
The feeling of him twitching and spilling inside you makes you moan around Enzo, and he groans tooâone hand tangled in your hair and the other tangled in Pansy's to keep her closeâ
"Mm, yes," Enzo moans now, jerking his hips toward your face. "Feels goodâso goodââ
âand close is an apt word because they're all close to you, all surrounding youâeven Blaise and Draco's exhausted presence are felt in the background.
"I'm pretty sure she's gonna be sore for days after this," Pansy says, the words whispered. "I hope you all knowâ"
"I think she'll be thanking us for that," Theo replies before anyone else can. "In a day or two at least."
Pansy giggles, a sound that's soft and familiar and comforting even in this current state of being surrounded and overwhelmed, and her cheek brushes up against yours as the two of you peer up at Enzoâ
"You're probably right." She whispers.
Enzo grunts, pulling his cock from your mouth and offering it to Pansy who greedily takes it in her ownâ
"Selfless generosity," Theo murmurs from directly under your chin having just witnessed that, and his tone suggests he's got his signature smirk in place. "How noble of us."
"Very selfless," Blaise says, from somewhere in the room againâand even as you're lost in pleasure you know that statement borders on sarcastic. "Absolutely nothing in it for any of you."
"Nothing at all," Theo replies, the same amount of sarcasm in his voice as Blaise's. "It's all self-sacrifice."
"Mm," Mattheo murmurs against your shoulder, before he pushes himself off you and finally pulls out. "Not even a shred of personal satisfaction."
You're still collapsed on top of Theo, as boneless as a human being can be, and a quiet whine escapes your lips at the loss before you can stop it.
"See," Theo murmurs, a hand coming up to run through your hair. "We've practically made a martyr of ourselves here. Selflessness at its finest."
"So humble," Blaise says, and you swear you hear the eyeroll that's almost certainly included. "I think this calls for medals and a parade through the streets. A holiday, maybe. Selfless Slytherin Day."
Enzo huffsâyou can tell he's considering telling Blaise to shut up before he ruins his orgasm but as Pansy drags her tongue along the underside of his shaft, he seems to forget about itâ
"Absolutely," Mattheo saysâand if you had the strength to lift your head and look at him there'd likely be a smug smirk on his face. "I'd volunteer to be parade marshall, personally."
Enzo pulls out of Pansy's mouth with a gaspâand it's all but two seconds before he sprays sticky jets of cum all over your face and hers, his head tipping back as he doesâ
"I'm sure you would," Blaise says dryly, his voice coming from closer now than before. "I'm sure you would also volunteer to accept the medal, and then offer a speech about how humble you are."
"Mhm,â Mattheo sounds unbothered. You know he is. "Obviously. Someone's got to make sure the truth is told."
Pansy giggles against your face, then, before her tongue drags across your cheek, collecting some of Enzo's release. "Well, it's no good if you all are going to keep doing a poor job at the selflessness part.â
"I think we're well past the point of pretending we're doing this selflessly," Theo mutters dryly as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "If we were capable of that level of pretending, we'd all be in Ravenclaw."
Your hands find Pansy's hair, holding her close to you as you lick Enzo's cum off her chin and jaw.
"You're welcome to switch houses if you'd like," Blaise responds dryly. "Some of us were sorted to our houses for reasons other than self-satisfactionâ"
"Oh, shove it, Zabini," Enzo says as his breath comes back. "You're acting like a bloody dad."
Blaise opens his mouth, presumably to offer some kind of sharp retort, but before they have a chance, Pansy cuts in. "If you're all quite finished with the pissing contestââ
"We've been done for minutes," Theo replies quickly, hand now stroking through your hair. "Now we're just bickering for the sake of it, as usual."
"Which means we've got at least another half an hour to go," Blaise muttersâbefore apparently giving up all attempt at sounding cool and collected and flopping down on the nearest open section of sofa.
"At least," Mattheo agrees. "Maybe an hour, if we're lucky."
Next to you, Enzo grunts out a laugh as he starts trying to fix himself back to modesty. "Lucky is one word for itâ"
"I think lucky is an excellent term for the current state of things," Theo replies, his voice all smooth and silky and perfectly at fucking ease. "In fact, I'd be hard pressed to think of anything more lucky than getting to experience this."
Everyone is in agreement, at that.
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you have âwifeâ written all over you â grace, strength, and the kind of love that builds a home. your heart is a rare gem, and your energy is magnetic. but too often, you entertain men who canât recognize your worth, who donât have the vision to see the incredible partner you are. stop giving your time to men who canât âreadâ the depth of your soul or appreciate the quality you bring to the table. wait for the man who not only sees the word âwifeâ written on your spirit but cherishes and values it.
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I donât fall for love bombing because I donât lack self love. Itâs as insulting as much as it is sometimes entertaining. Yes, I know Iâm great. Yes I know Iâm easy to love. But I donât need over-the-top flattery to prove it. Real love shows up in actions, not just grand gestures or empty words. You have to earn your spot. If youâre giving it for free then something is off. Most often itâs a reflection of how desperate a person is to be loved, how much they lack it within themselves. Love inspires. It is not forced. Show me how much you value me by showing how my love inspires you to be better.
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TEACH YOU HOW TO GET TO PUREST HELL - L.H.
Summary: On the way to one of his cage fights, Logan's truck begins to break down and that's how he meets you, the owner of a repair shop in Northern Alberta. He promises to pay you with his winnings - but what he ultimately offers is far more interesting.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+ only, Fluff, Flirting, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex (against the cage), Aftercare, Logan's a snarky motherfucker (but secretly a softie)
A/N: The filthiest 4k I've ever written. I just know he was a menace during his cage fighter era. It's okay though, I'll still be clawing at the enclosure. Title creds to Radiohead. Hope you enjoy!
MASTERLIST
Smoke curls around him, bearing a semblance of warmth against the biting wind. Logan's grip on the steering wheel is loose, the other arm draped lazily across the window. He flicks his fingertips ever so often, the ashes of his cigar disappearing into the falling snow. Mile after mile, the same barren landscape stretches before him.
He's lost amidst the silence, having turned the radio all the way down in frustration at the nonsense plaguing the stations earlier. As sunshine glares through the windshield, he scrunches his eyebrows, vaguely entertaining some ideas swirling in his mind.
Hours pass by painfully slow. He tries to ignore the low rumbling that interrupts his flow of thoughts, body firmly protesting against this all-alcohol diet he'd unintentionally adopted. Logan skims a hand into the glove compartment, clicking his tongue when he discovers only a few wrappers lying inside. Slumping back into the seat, he takes another drag, disappointment etching onto his features.
An orange, flashing icon on the dashboard snaps his attention. His eyes dart to the blinking light, a sense of irritation washing over him when he recognises the âcheck engineâ symbol. In a haste, he pulls the truck over, slamming the door shut behind him as he ventures into the cold to inspect the issue. Though he has an extensive knowledge of motorcycles, by no means does that expertise carry over to whatever mess he finds beneath the hood. Logan returns with a sigh, recalling a faded road sign he'd passed ages ago - at least he isn't awfully far from his destination.
In the distance, the town welcome monument brings him some sort of peace. After driving by plenty of dimly lit diners and pubs, he reluctantly asks a stranger for directions to the nearest repair shop. Logan arrives shortly thereafter, parking at the entrance of this seemingly empty building. Curious, he scans the place, sliding out of his seat in search of anyone.
The distinct ring of metal hitting the floor has him spinning around. He fights back the amused huff at the sight of you, bottom lip slightly caught between his teeth in an attempt to stop the smirk threatening to break free. His eyes rake over your figure as you come closer - appreciating the way your overalls perfectly capture the slopes and curves of your body - before finally, rising to meet your unimpressed expression.
"What're you here for?"
There's a smidge of annoyance in your words, a reaction he very much enjoys being the reason for. He nods towards the truck parked out front, "Problem with the engine."
When you brush past him, Logan spots a name neatly embroidered onto your otherwise soiled clothes. Smiling, he follows after you, shamelessly dropping his gaze to your ass for a moment.
Waiting patiently while you poke around the hood, he steals glances at your profile, filled with the sudden urge to wipe away the grease stain remnants off your cheeks, "Yeah... looks like the head gasket needs replacing."
Logan groans to himself before agreeing with your judgment. He runs a hand across his face, stilling in brief confusion when you chuckle quietly.
"Somethin' funny?" He asks, noting how you browse the insides of his camper with a flair of barely-masked mockery.
"Just admiring the interior design."
That one almost draws a scoff out of him. Logan knows his living quarters are rather bare-bones in nature, at best, providing decent shelter for when he's on the go. Inside, a makeshift bed large enough for a man of his size and basic kitchen appliances - though he rarely uses those. It's all he cares for anyway, yet there's a tinge of self-consciousness he shakes before gruffly responding, "You can do it by tonight?"
"Tonight?" Your eyebrows raise in surprise, "Fine... but it's gonna set you back about three grand."
"I got half for now."
A sharp laugh pierces his ears. And even though it's undoubtedly fake, he thinks you look pretty like this - shooting what can't be anything less than a deadly glare just for him. The corners of his lips tilt up when your tone suddenly becomes stern, "That's not how it works, buddy."
"Listen, I got a fight later, I'll be good for it."
"What? You that sure you're gonna win?"
You're teasing him. You know it, and so does he. Logan studies the way your hand rests against your hip, a challenging glint behind your eyes while you consider this ridiculous suggestion. He moves one step closer and proudly welcomes the surge of satisfaction at the slight crack of your demeanour.
"Darlin', I always win." It's a whisper that leaves him, hushed and dangerously low. Giving your shoulder a playful nudge as he walks by, he circles to the trailer behind the truck, retrieving his motorcycle. He smirks, pleased to witness such a glimpse of weakness, "Eleven-thirty. O'Malley's. I'll see you there."
The engine revs with each twist of his wrist, the movement so precise and natural. As he sinks onto the bike, the suspension adjusting to his weight, he sends you a wink.
"And if you lose?" You shout over the blaring sounds.
With one final grin, "Just fix my truck, alright."
Even from outside, O'Malley's is deafeningly loud. The wooden door creaks lightly with the gentlest push, and a mixture of overly enthusiastic yells paired with the clashing of glass greet your presence. You're no regular here whatsoever, but the fights that occur in this bar are usually the talk of the town. And despite its reputation, you've never had much interest in being surrounded by a crowd of angry, intoxicated men - all drowning beneath the crude insults and empty threats tossed into the air.
Some of the patrons, customers you recognise from work, acknowledge you with a polite smile while you settle into a booth near the cage. As you observe the utter chaos around the room, it only cements your distaste for this so-called form of entertainment. The current match's loser staggers past your table, barely walking on two feet even with the support of his friends.
All you can think about is returning home with your hard-earned cash. It was a rather tiring day, running around salvage yards scouring for spare parts to tend to the old piece of junk he'd called a truck. Not to mention the unforgiving weather, which seemed determined to make your day more miserable. And to top it all off, the jerk wanted it done by nightfall - the audacity! Just the simple reminder of today's events has your body tensing from restlessness.
Behind you, a group of men sneer amongst themselves and between their slurring, the words "pretty boy" and "his ass kicked" grasp your attention. Turning around, you watch as they hand over money to some younger fella, taunting others to join the bet. Oh, that makes your blood boil. This Logan had strolled into your shop with nothing but a superficial promise for your services, and now, he's presumed to lose?
You stand up abruptly, peering across the space in search of him. A rush of fury courses through you at the same time you spot him casually lounging in the corner. As you approach, the faint glow of the bulb illuminates his face, a cloud of smoke momentarily hiding the smirk playing on his lips. His chuckle cuts through the hum of the jukebox he's leaning on, eyes crinkling with a kind of smugness at your arrival.
"You're joking." The bottle of whiskey between his fingers shocks you the most, "Are you seriously getting drunk before your fight?"
Logan grins at your concerned expression, eyes tracing you up and down, "You fix it?"
"Yes, I fucking fixed it. Took me all day!" Fists clenching, you stare at him intently, "Look, I did my job - you better do yours."
"Don't worry 'bout it, darlin'. I'm a man of my word." He dismisses you completely, taking a prolonged swig of his drink. A beat passes before he lazily holds up two fingers right to your face, "Scout's honour."
He laughs again when you roughly shove his hand aside, not sparing another second for this cocksure attitude. You grumble under your breath, making your way back to the booth, "It's three fingers, asshole."
A few matches take place over the next hour, and you're only getting more antsy as each of the competitors exits the cage with nothing short of bloody faces and broken bones. The audience roars all of a sudden, some even rattling the fence as this new person strides into the threshold.
Of course, he'd stripped his shirt off and the sight of his muscle-toned chest only serves to further fuel your irritation. Logan's eyes find yours immediately, looking past the crowd of hecklers now whistling at him. With a nod, he throws you a confident smirk and turns to his rival.
The man he's up against is much more burly and has a couple of inches on him. Though that doesn't seem to faze Logan in the slightest, instead he's flexing his arms almost playfully before adopting a fighting stance. Every punch and kick has you twitching in your seat, your feet firmly stuck to the ground in anticipation.
Remembering how he'd chugged an entire bottle of liquor earlier, you're astonished by the ferocity with which he attacks his opponent, dodging most moves with deadly precision. As he lands more jabs, the spectators begin to jeer and boo, swarming the enclosure of the cage in a tantrum. You peek over their shoulders, ducking away from the things they're flinging around. There's a collective gasp when he knocks out the other man, and you sigh in relief.
Leaning towards the cage, a cigar lightly pressed against his mouth, Logan's focus shifts to you. His chest is heaving from all the physical exertion, skin damp from the sweat. As he exhales the smoke, blowing a kiss in your direction, a satisfied expression returns to his face. He runs a hand through his wet hair, leaving the arena with no regard for the protesting crowd.
You follow after him, squeezing through the tightly packed space. He's settling a score with the owner, a wad of rolled cash passing between them as a reward. After a nod of mutual agreement, Logan faces you, tossing his leather jacket on. And while you're ultimately happy he won, there's also this urge to smack the cheeky look that seems to be glowing as you come closer.
What's more upsetting is the fact that he is undeniably gorgeous - especially like this, all sweaty and wound up from the adrenaline rushing inside. And of course, he doesn't miss how your gaze wanders to the sliver of skin peeking through his jacket, every slight movement only revealing more.
Logan grabs a few bills from the roll of money and stuffs them into his back pocket, holding the rest out towards you. As you reach for the cash, he swiftly draws his hand back with a teasing smile, "Have a drink with me."
"No."
"C'mon." He drags out, repeating the same thing when you try again, "No one needs their cute, little mechanic right now."
Watching you sigh triggers a thrill of excitement, an unspoken victory he claims with no shame. With a simple gesture, he leads you towards a secluded booth, determined to make this a worthwhile exchange. Despite your hesitation, he maintains a sort of relaxed energy, draping his arm along the seat - his eyes not straying from yours.
Two shots of vodka are placed on the table and Logan mirrors your action, slowly raising the glass to his lips. In no time, the air of unease dissipates, replaced by a comfortable silence while the drinks keep coming. As the night wears on, casual conversation flows between you and he asks a few things like how long you've lived here, why you became a mechanic and eventually, when he slides you the money, "What now, darlin'? You gonna leave?"
His voice, dripping with honeyed sweetness, sends a shiver down your spine. You can't exactly place the feeling, but it's a tangle of exasperation and something else - something you're not quite ready to define. Instead, you blame it on the drinks, the late hour, and the fact that there's an incredibly attractive man just inches away.
As frustration envelops your thoughts, you suddenly excuse yourself and head towards the bathroom. The alcohol, previously a gentle companion, now seems to be taking its toll. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you try to fight against the sensations running through your body. The splash of cold water does little to your state of mind, yet you're back outside in what feels like a tilted world, using all your strength to walk straight.
As you brush past the cage, someone collides into you. Desperate for balance, you reach out to grip the fence, but a strong hand lays steady on your lower back. With a gasp and a tilt of your head, you're caught off-guard when Logan comes into your view. His arm snakes around to gently hold your waist, his body now pressing into yours.
Overwhelmed by the sudden proximity, you tear your attention away from him and glance at the wire pricking your fingers, "This is fucking sharp."
He doesn't break the eye contact. A low hum vibrates through his chest as he leans in, the warmth of his breath dancing with yours. The space between you slowly shrinks, whatever lighthearted facade he'd worn earlier vanishes only to be replaced by something raw and inexplicable.
"How're you not bruised?" You whisper, remembering the way he'd been thrown against the cage earlier.
"Call it a special talent."
Despite your better judgment, you find yourself captivated by him, the intensity of his gaze reeling you in. And so, you decide to play his game, "Can you teach me?"
Logan pauses, "You wanna learn... how to fight?"
"Just a little punch or something."
A faint smile spreads across his face, you're absolutely sure he can feel the way your heart is pounding. When his lips lightly brush against your ear, a quiet rumble escapes and something flickers in your gut - a twist of exhilaration laced with a hint of caution.
There's barely anyone left in the bar at this point besides the one or two stragglers hanging around. Logan and you stand alone in the cage, seemingly tucked away in a little pocket of your own. He doesn't wander too far, remaining within an arm's distance while demonstrating the proper technique for a jab - the motion so fluid and effortless.
Your initial attempts to mimic his movements are clumsy and awkward, his amusement only growing more evident with each try. Slipping behind you, he sheds the jacket, once again exposing his glorious muscles and the thought of tracing his vein-riddled biceps with your tongue leaves you dazed for a moment. This time, he circles his arms around you and guides your hands into the correct position.
As you practice, your bodies nudge against each other, his breath fans across your neck and ignites a fire within you. The tension is palpable, the air thick with implicit desire. You can almost feel his gaze burning into you, every second posing a challenge to cross this imaginary line.
The rest of the patrons are ushered out the door, the owner nodding at Logan before disappearing into the back room. And the silence settles in, a stark contrast to all the commotion that lingered for hours prior. You notice the difference, inching towards the exit, "Looks like they're closing up."
Before you can move away, Logan's hand shoots out to catch your wrist, "And we got it all to ourselves."
"What?"
"Might've slipped the owner a little somethinâ."
His fingers trail up your arm, thumb gently pushing your soft skin. Slowly, he brings you closer, his words just a whisper of heat on your cheek. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest, a rhythm echoing your own racing heart. Your voice, hoarse and strained, barely manages a response, "Is this how you budget? No wonder you're broke."
It's his laughter that breaks you at first, followed by, "You got a smart mouth, darlin'. Tell me, what else can it do?"
His lips hover mere inches above yours, there's a moment of hesitation hanging in the air - an out, if you don't want this. But, temptation is a dangerous siren and you're already ensnared by her song.
Fuck it.
Logan's dog tags hang pretty between the slopes of your breasts, his mouth moving against yours in a rough, demanding fashion. It's sloppy. It's wet. And it's goddamn heavenly when his fingers thread through your hair, the gap between you now completely erased. You cling to him as if he's an anchor, nails digging into his shoulders while he pins you to the cool metal of the cage.
He wants to touch you. To feel the warmth radiating straight off your body. The straps of your overalls fall from his force, he takes the opportunity to slide one hand through the side, kneading your waist with a kind of tenderness that surprises him too. When you take a second to breathe, Logan peppers kisses along your jawline, then some beneath your ear before grazing his lips on your neck.
The pulsing vein he finds nearly has him growling in pleasure, "Fuck, darlin'... feel so good already... can't wait to taste you when I'm done..."
He stills when you gasp, glancing up through his lashes and then quietly chuckling at your flustered expression. Yet, he can't revel in his victory for any longer than a blink, your palm tilts his head back before you fiercely capture his mouth once more.
His name rolls out your lips, drawn out and glazed with an obvious need. Taking a deep inhale, Logan feels the bulge in his jeans growing with each passing moment. You're only getting restless as his hands roam over your body, becoming nothing more than a whimpering mess all from his doing.
"Lemme hear you for real, baby... don't be shy." His fingers latch onto the cage, using it to thrust forward and deepen the kiss. Your clothes end up pooling at your feet, the barriers between you peeling away with every layer gone. Now, skin to skin, sweat glistening on your brow, you're left bare and vulnerable to his touch.
Logan reaches down, spreading your thighs wide enough till he can push your panties aside, stroking the outside of your entrance. Clenching his jaw when he's met with a distinct wetness, "Hidin' all this for me?" He almost laughs at how you curl forward and then whine his name, craving for any part of him to be inside you, "Hm... what'd you say to me before? Three fingers?
With no warning, he slides exactly three inside your cunt, pumping in and out as best as he can, "So fuckin' tight, darlin'... c'mon... show me you're ready for the real thing." He knows he's doing something right when you squirm at his actions, jumping at the invitation to delicately flick your clit before sinking his fingers back into you.
"Logan-"
Pain consumes you as he continues, tears springing to your eyes. You've never felt pleasure like this, so intense and so profound, words lost amongst the moans trembling out your lips. Your knees begin to shake under the pressure, and his free hand immediately cups your thigh, securing your body to his. As you call out for him, urging him to fuck you senseless, he tugs his fingers away.
The belt flies, jeans tossed behind in an instant and he grunts, freeing his hard length from his boxers. The tip of his cock teases your folds, the precum slicking down from the head. His nose presses against your cheek when your hand runs up and down - getting him all nice and ready. Breath hitching at the sensation, Logan involuntarily bucks his hips, your eagerness carrying him over the edge.
He's careless about lining himself up, giving it no more than a fleeting thought before thrusting into you. Whatever floods your brain at that moment is much more potent than anything you've ever experienced. It's vigorous, almost animalistic in nature, how hard he fucks you. The veins on his arms become more apparent as he hoists you up, pushing you against the cage. He can hear the little fibers of your skin tearing because of the friction, yet he does little to ease that pain, knowing you're enjoying the hurricane of emotions whisking you away.
Logan pants into your tits, nipping at the soft flesh, "Wanted to ruin that pussy since I saw you this mornin'... all dirty and pissed off at me - god. Thought 'bout somethin' else on your face too."
"Logan - don't... fucking stop. Feels amazing... wanna feel all of you." The words escape you - laboured and breathless - your eyes soften in delight, watching this sort of enraptured expression wash across his face, "So good for me, Logan."
So good.
For me.
And boy, if that doesn't spur him on.
Picking up speed, his movements turn greedy, grinding into you with a degree of passion he's never felt before. As you tug his hair, fingers raking through the dark tresses in a frenzy, Logan taps into the primal energy swelling within. His hands squeeze you further, your thighs constricting his waist as he drives up into you, "That's it baby... fuckin' perfect. Takin' all of me like a good girl... mhmm."
The way your body helplessly arches has him grinning, but that quickly gets swept away when his cock twitches inside you, aching to burst at any given moment. He tries his hardest to control himself, longing for your cries of pleasure as you finish. Thrusts weakening to a leisurely pace, Logan grunts into your neck, mumbling a string of curses while he rides out this wave. Thankfully, you're on the precipice as well, your body reaching its peak with a shiver.
His cum trickles out of you, thighs getting sticky as it seeps lower and lower. Lost in a daze, Logan thinks he can see the damn sun in your eyes. With a gentle swipe of your cunt, he sheepishly licks his own fingertips, a smile brightening his face.
The mattress, once a source of great discomfort, now feels like paradise as you cuddle into the crook of his neck, the soft rhythm of your breath soothing him to a state of peace. He'd carried you to his truck earlier, threatening you with a barrage of kisses when you dangled his keys in front of him. There was a rather short game of tag before you relented and collapsed into his embrace, tiredly blinking up at him. He'd tucked the loose strands of your hair back then tenderly caressed your cheek. It took all but one affectionate grin to convince you to spend the night in his camper.
Not a single inch of your body is free from his touch. He pulls you even closer, tracing patterns around the tiny scratches spreading across your shoulders. If you'd asked him yesterday, he would tell you he has no plans of sticking around this town, grown used to a life of impermanence. Yet, as he rests, tangled in your arms, Logan finds a reason to stay.
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Flower for you!
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Happy 1 year anniversary to In Stars and Time. I usually don't do sappy shit for stuff like this, but words cannot express how much this game has fundamentally altered my life in the *checks watch* six months since I first discovered it.
ISAT came to me at a time when I was at the lowest I've ever been in my entire life. I won't really wax philosophical about how "this game saved me" or anything. But it helped. Not just because I saw so much of myself in Siffrin (For once, that isn't an overexaggeration- we share an unnerving amount of the same qualities)- My art production has skyrocketed, I feel confident in it, in ways that I never did before. I wrote my first fanfiction in over a year, and listened to people cry about it live on call. I made friends that I'm happy to talk with every day.
Thank you to insertdisc5 for making this game. Thank you to the community of people who have gathered around it. Thanks to those of you who followed me because of it and sit around watching me put these characters through the wringer for my/your entertainment.
#isat#in stars and time#illustration#fanart#isat fanart#isat siffrin#in stars and time siffrin#in stars and time fanart#wormwood rambles#oh wormwood
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I'M- gonna get you pregnant!
...Their reaction to your...interesting choice of words. You try and get a reaction out of them!
...It's been a while guys! I came back to spread my pregnant men agenda...kinich is so Xiao vibes frl...ajaw is my favorite charc genshin has ever made...credits [keming magico] on X/twt
...kinich...Xiao...zhongli...wanderer...kazuha...
Kinich
"..."
"well, it'll cost you a fortune." Unfazed as always he manages to surprise you instead.
"eh..??"
"let's see, a million mora for the unexpected surprise, a few more for the agonizing months and definitely another million mora as a push present-"
"BLEH- BUT! the great kahul ajaw will also require compensation!!"
Xiao
"???" He stares at you, with his wide cat eyes, then his brows furrow in a huff "mortals...have no respect for the adepti." He mumbles his all too familiar phrase
"it is only rex lapis that is able to change his form from male to female..not I"
"aw- but Xiao wouldn't you look just the cutest making a cute nest for our baby?"
He gives you a nasty glare but his ears blush a crimson red at the thought, perhaps... he liked the notion...of the baby not him pregnant. Don't twist his desires!!
Zhongli
It is not often that he is caught off guard, this is not often.
His initial shock is then replaced with a flurry of laughter, music to many especially your ears.
"that is impossible, in-..this form atleast." It's your turn to be shocked now "..eh?"
"hm...I suppose, now that I am but a mortal, the next step would be to settle with a child-..I never thought off carrying myself but- y/n" catching you as you fell
"it was a joke. I'm not- ready- for- for thAT. Nor that mental image- hah-."
Wanderer
"what the fk."
He gives you the nastiest of glares, what are you on about this time??
"I'm a puppet you fool."
"keep your perverted fantasies to yourself."
"But- I wanna see you- full. Of my perverted fantasies."
It's debatable whether he's red from your crude words or something else- but truly you are talented, at a loss for words he huffs his little chest and storms out not in the mood to entertain your perversion.
Kazuha
"hm..?" He gives you the sweetest look of confusion strands of his hair falling over his eyes as he tilted his face.
He lets out a small chuckle and puts down his leaf "If- I could, I would have done so without question or any doubts" he smiles so sweetly at you making you feel ashamed about how you said this in a perverted way yet he responded with so much love.
You pouted at the unfairness of this. How come you're the one blushing!!!
"now I wanna be pregnant with yours-."
#i came back to remind everyone that zhongli can change his forms and canonically have a ussy#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#genshin hcs#genshin headcanons#xiao fluff#xiao hcs#xiao x reader#genshin xiao#genshin fluff#hcs#kinich x reader#kinich headcanons#kinich fluff#genshin natlan#kinich#zhongli x reader#zhongli fluff#zhongli hcs#zhongli headcannons#genshin zhongli#kinich imagines#xiao#kazuha#kazuha x reader#kazuha fluff#wanderer x reader#wanderer imagines#wanderer
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Mine, Only Mine â Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader
summery: how jealous do some of the Homicipher boys get?
tw: unhealthy relationships (Mr. Hugeface & Scarletella)
wc: 1.2k
Master List
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Mr. Crawling
â„I know people have written about how he gets jealousâŠbut I donât really think he does? Or at least not terribly. The scene with Mr. Chopped and the cat ears show that Mr. Crawling wonât pout or get sad at you showing affection to others, just that he wants to gain the same attention (the ear sceneâŠ). So jealousy with Mr. Crawling isnât too bad, just be prepared to shower him with more affection than the person you originally did.Â
â„On the other hand, I do think his jealousy may increase if you ignore him. Say you give more attention to Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Crawling would get a bit sad and pouty, thinking you donât like him anymore. If this happens, give him lots and lots of attention and reassurance, heâll be super grateful. I mean he loves your affection anyways, so might as well give him some extra headpats and kisses. Even better if you only show certain signs of affection with him, it makes him feel special.Â
â„Overall, not the most jealous, but not completely unaffected either. Make sure he gets his daily dose of attention/quality time and heâll be as right as rain.
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Mr. Gap
â„Uh, he gets more jealous than youâd think. LikeâŠhis whole thing is he wants to be special to youâŠin his own strange way. Doesnât like the thought of someone taking his place as a jokester to you. Also why he brings you things heâd think you like from time to time, just to make sure you still have that special place in your heart for him <3
â„Hates hate hates when you call him bad or not good. Heâs good! He swears! Remember how heâs helped you before! Gets all frowny when you call him not good and then call someone else good. Heâs good too! Guess he has to prove it, AGAIN. Itâs honestly kind of endearing how he has no clue how he actually kind of does like you? But not exactly in a romantic way? Itâs honestly hard to label his feelings towards you, so why should I?
â„Iâd say heâs the second most jealous in this list of characters, watching on angrily as you praise someone that isnât him. Be prepared for magazines and books galore when heâs in this mood, trying to prove his worth to you. Kind of strange for someone to try so hard when they claim to not like youâŠ
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Mr. Silvair
â„Definitely the chillest one here. Doesnât really get jealous at all :/ If anything, he finds it entertaining when youâre affectionate with others. Gives him more insight to his lab rats. Yes, he sees everyone as a lab rat. Idk, I canât really see him get jealous.
â„MaybeâŠMAYBE if someone else tries doing research on you, or if Ms. Nurse treats you instead heâll feel a bit off. LikeâŠyouâre his test subject, he knows you from the inside outâŠliterally and not in the fun sense. Why would you go to someone who doesnât know as much about you and how this world affects you? Itâs very hard to spot his jealousy, doesnât even notice it/recognize it himself. He just doesnât want anyone to mess up his dataâŠthatâs allâŠtotally.
â„In conclusion, not really jealous. Doesnât feel like he needs to be. Youâre âfriendsâ, doctor and patient, mad scientist and lab rat not many others threaten that balance between you.Â
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Mr. Chopped
â„HonestlyâŠMr. Chopped Iâm kinda mixed on how heâd be. Like on one hand, I could totally see him getting jealous if you call others cute or pay too much attention to them. On the otherâŠhe could probably care less. He loves himself, you love him, why does he need to get jealous? Itâs clear how much you like him with the way you pamper him. I mean we get so many examples where youâre affectionate to Mr. Crawling in front of Mr. Chopped and he doesnât really bat an eye.Â
â„Now, I can see if he gets a bit insecure he might get more jealous. Whether it be because Mr. Crawling pats your head or tucks you into bed, Mr. Chopped feels a bit sad. Heâd like to tuck you in, you look so comfy. Might be just a bit pouty, eyeing you like a dissatisfied cat. Easily rectified with head pats or even cuddles. Gets side tracked from his jealousy as soon as you give him a sliver of attention honestly.
â„Mr. Chopped is fifty fifty when it comes to jealousy, but itâs never too bad. Heâs pretty comfortable with what you both have and doesnât really feel threatened by others. After all, you did call him cute.
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Mr. Hugeface
â„I wouldnât say he gets jealous? More possessive than anything. Like that scene when Mr. Machete stumbles into his little makeshift dollhouse that he made for you and gets all angry that heïżœïżœïżœs there. Itâs more of a âyouâre not supposed to be here, this is our playtimeâ more than actual jealousy. Throws a little fit whenever someone messes up your playtime. Very accusatory lmao.
â„Does not like when you try to escape. Was he not providing enough for you? Were you unhappy? Youâre not allowed to leave! Youâre his cute human! He canât just find another one yâknow. Mr. Hugeface may be lenient if he sees you happier, you need enrichment after all. Feels extra happy if you come back on your own violation.Â
â„The most childish out of all the characters on this list. Isnât afraid to throw tantrums, will also punish you by putting you in a solid concrete cube if heâs really upset. YeahâŠnot the most healthy of relationships to haveâŠBUT! I do think you could convince him to be a bit betterâŠ? Maybe? Only if you put enough work in communicating with him though. Maybe punish him in your own way like leaving for longer if he threatens to trap you.
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Mr. Scarletella
â„Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Top of the list when it comes to jealousy. Watches your every move with curiosity and spite. Why are you doing that to Mr. Crawling? Do it to him instead. Why do you look so happy braiding Mr. Choppedâs hair? Style his hair instead. Why are you looking so fondly amused at Mr. Gap? Donât you find him amusing? You do like him, right? He likes you. He likes you a lot, and he thought he was enoughâŠwas he not?
â„Will stare through your skull. It is so intimidating. His smile? Strained, it makes your skin crawl. You have to make sure he doesnât hurt your friends, heâs so close to snapping, but he knows that would upset you and thatâs not his goal. So instead he stands ominously in the background, body staticing in and out while his hand clenches the handle of his umbrella.Â
â„Not that easily mended. Likes to monopolize all your time and affection. Needs constant reassurance as well, heâs quite needy. If you like constant validation and no social life go for it, just donât get too upset if he threatens your other monster friendsâŠhe canât stand that you could like someone that wasnât him.
#â„ âą my works#homicipher x reader#mr crawling x reader#mr gap x reader#mr silvair x reader#mr chopped x reader#mr hugeface x reader#mr scarletella x reader#homicipher#mr crawling#mr gap#mr silvair#mr chopped#mr hugeface#mr scarletella#x reader
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âPocket-Sized Partnerâ
How the main characters of Arcane treat you as their adorably short partner:
Jinx
Jinx is obsessed with how tiny you are compared to her. She thinks itâs absolutely hilarious and never stops teasing you about it in the most Jinx way possible.
âYouâre like a little mouse!â she cackles, watching as you clamber onto a counter to grab something from the top shelf. âNo, wait, a squirrel! So small but so sneaky!â
She loves picking you up and spinning you around, even if you protest. âDonât worry, short stuff. Iâm your personal ladder!â Sometimes, sheâll snatch something off a high shelf and hold it just out of your reach, laughing uncontrollably as you try to grab it.
But when she sees you genuinely struggling, sheâs quick to swoop in and help. âAlright, alright, lemme grab it. But you owe me a kiss for being your hero!â
Jinx also loves when you squeeze into small spaces to retrieve things. âLook at you! Youâre like a ferret! My very own secret weapon for tight spots.â Sheâll also use your size to her advantage in pranks, like having you hide in tiny spaces to jump out and scare people.
Vi
Vi thinks your height difference is the cutest thing in the world and loves using it to her advantage. Sheâs constantly resting her elbow on your head or lifting you up effortlessly.
âNeed a boost?â she teases, lifting you by the waist like you weigh nothing. She also calls you nicknames like âshortcake,â âpeanut,â or âtiny.â
Vi is always there to grab things off high shelves for you, but she secretly loves watching you climb like a little monkey to reach what you need. âYou know Iâm right here, right?â she chuckles, arms crossed. âBut hey, itâs entertaining, so donât stop.â
Sheâs super protective, often stepping in when someone makes a joke about your height. âYeah, theyâre small,â she says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âSmall enough to be perfect.â
Vi also loves the physical intimacy your height difference creates. She leans down to kiss you, pulls you into her chest for hugs, and carries you around just because she can.
Caitlyn
Caitlyn finds your height absolutely endearing and treats you with the utmost respect, even when youâre climbing counters or standing on tiptoes.
âYou know, you could just ask for help,â she says, watching with amusement as you struggle to reach something. âBut I suppose I can admire your determination.â
Caitlyn loves buying you little step stools for every room, but she makes sure theyâre stylish. âPractical and elegant,â she says with a wink. âJust like you.â
Sheâs always there to lend a hand or a boost when you need it, but she also lets you try to manage on your own because she admires your independence. âYouâve got quite the tenacity,â she says fondly. âItâs one of the many reasons I adore you.â
Caitlyn also loves how perfectly you fit into her arms. Sheâll pull you into her lap while reading or wrap you in a warm hug when youâre cold, murmuring, âMy little darling.â
Ekko
Ekko is endlessly amused by how small you are and loves finding creative ways to make your life easier.
âCanât reach?â he says, leaping onto the counter to grab something for you before you even ask. âI gotcha, donât worry.â
Heâs constantly hyping you up, calling you his âfun-sized geniusâ and marveling at how you can fit into tight spaces. âSeriously, youâre like a ninja. How do you even get in there?â
Ekko loves the playful side of your relationship. Heâll pick you up bridal-style just for fun or let you climb on his back when youâre tired. âHop on, shorty. Iâll be your personal ride.â
He also gets a kick out of leaning on things just slightly out of your reach, only to move when you give him a glare. âAlright, alright. Iâll stop messing with youâthis time.â
Silco
Silco doesnât often comment on your height, but heâs very aware of it and makes subtle adjustments to accommodate you.
âYou shouldnât have to struggle,â he says, quietly moving things to lower shelves so you donât have to climb. He doesnât make a big deal about it, but the small acts of thoughtfulness speak volumes.
When you do something he finds amusingâlike squeezing into a small space or stubbornly attempting to reach something highâheâll raise an eyebrow and smirk. âYou are nothing if not resourceful.â
Silco is a fan of the quiet moments where he can hold you close, your head tucked under his chin. âYou fit perfectly,â he murmurs, his voice soft. âAs if you were made for me.â
Heâs also fiercely protective. If anyone dares to mock your height, they wonât be laughing for long. âCareful,â he warns, his voice icy. âThatâs my partner youâre speaking about.â
Vander
Vander is the ultimate protector and loves how your small size makes it easier for him to scoop you into his arms.
âCâmere, you,â he says, lifting you effortlessly when you canât reach something. âNo need to climb like a squirrel when Iâm around.â
Heâs always mindful of your struggles and makes sure everything in his bar is within your reach. âThere. That should make things easier for you,â he says after rearranging a few shelves.
Vander is all about making you feel safe and loved. Heâll wrap you up in his big arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âYou may be small, but youâve got the biggest heart,â he says warmly.
When youâre climbing onto counters or squeezing into tight spaces, he chuckles but keeps a watchful eye. âJust donât hurt yourself, alright? Iâd hate to have to carry you to the medics.â
Sevika
Sevika is equal parts amused and protective when it comes to your height. She loves how tiny you are compared to her and never misses an opportunity to tease you about it.
âNeed me to grab that for you, short stack?â she says with a smirk, effortlessly reaching for whatever you were struggling with.
Sheâs not shy about picking you up when she feels like it, tossing you over her shoulder or pulling you into her lap. âYouâre small enough to be portable,â she jokes, but her affection is obvious.
Sevika keeps an eye on you when youâre climbing onto counters or trying to reach high places. âOne of these days, youâre gonna fall, and Iâll have to carry your stubborn ass to the doctor.â
But sheâs also deeply protective. If anyone dares make a comment about your height, sheâs quick to shut them down. âSay one more word about them, and youâll regret it,â she growls, wrapping an arm around you.
Despite her tough exterior, Sevika loves how perfectly you fit into her arms. Sheâll hold you close and murmur, âYouâre just the right size for me.â
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The show consistently had just horrible lessens.
"Don't want your parents doing stuff about you when you are clearly uncomfortable while you are an adult...clearly you are at fault"
"Drop off your youngest kid on your adult daughter's doorsteps unannounced, then leave and never return"
"Someone is doing a job as an entertainer? Run them out of town and out of business"
"Start of episode talks about how some people are more sensitive to pranks...have someone that's reuniting with long lost friend be consistently pestered away from friend, have old friend purposely prank them while clearly uncomfortable and when they obviously get upset, say they are bad"
Consistent.
And the show's final 2 seasons are a friendship school where a child has a twisted version of friendship, told by dean of school and a ruler "you are right" then locked in hell with no rehab, just punishment. Pushed to harmful influences to the point did mild property damage, so still as a child not even a teen, locked in forever aware stone where can't even speak.
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...the show sucked. The fans were great
Cozy glow did not deserve what she got. She deserved help and rehabilitation. And someone to help cause she's a poor orphan...
Gilda did not deserve what she originally got. Why would she deserve it? Hungry so had an apple? Someone walking backwards bumped into her and she got annoyed cause walking backwards?
Trixie did not deserve to be prevented working and exhiled from towns...for being an entertainer.
Rarity's parents did a lot bad.
Parents in general did bad. Many heros did bad.
Rehab>punishment
is it just me or did this happen a lot
(this doesn't have anything to do with punkitt but this doodle style is inspired by her horsecomix so @punkitt-is-here hi)
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soapy heaven
pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader
summary: taking a lovely shower with your lovely boyfriend aka spencer reid going crazy for you washing his hair
warnings: pure teeth rotting fluff
wordcount: 700 words
a/n: so this is inspire by this post! i loved writing this and i am quite happy with how it turned out. it's not perfect but it's late, i'm tired but happy and i wanted to post it today! so enjoy <3
âCan I join you?â
âHm?â Spencer asked from inside the shower, his head peaking out from behind the shower curtain.
âCan I join you?â you repeat.
âIn the shower?â
âYes, of course in the shower, you silly,â you let out a giggle at his expression. Furrowed eyebrows and eyes like a dear caught in headlights.
After a moment he snapped out of it. âUhm- yea, of courseâ
You didnât need more convincing and swiftly shed your clothing. Stepping into the shower with Spencer, he stepped aside so you could get under the warm stream. You could feel the insecurity practically radiating off Spencer, so you made the first stepped and wrapped your arms around him, engulfing him into a warm hug, your arms meeting behind his head. Your boyfriend immediately relaxes into your hold, his hands instinctively wrapping around your waist.
âWell, hello there pretty boy,â you whisper against his lips before finally connecting them and kissing him.
Not wanting this to go further you lean back again, tracing a droplet of water that made its way over his face with your finger. Spencer still had his eyes closed from the kiss, his head now slightly leaning back and enjoying your gentle touches. He would gladly entertain this as long as you kept your hands on him.
He opened his eyes again, leaned forward and placed a short but lingering kiss on your lips. With gentle hands he led you under the stream again, before reaching for his bottle of shampoo. You quickly noticed what he was about to do and interrupted him with a quick wait!
He looked at you, puzzled. âLet me,â you tell him with a smile on your face.
You grab the bottle of shampoo out of the geniusâ hand before squeezing a generous amount of it into your hand, softly lathering it up in your hands, before letting them glide though his brown locks.
Spencer couldnât believe that something so simple, so mundane and casual could be this intimate and could feel oh so good. He couldnât remember a time where washing his hair felt like something that connected you two, that made him really feel the connection between you.
Your hands felt heavenly in his hair, softly massaging the shampoo into his scalp. Spencer had closed his eyes again, only letting out a sigh in surprise when you start placing soft little kisses all over his wet face, your hands never halting their motion in his hair. He occasionally let out little groans â especially when you slightly pulled on certain strands of his hair â but also didnât complain when you pull him under the warm spray of the shower to wash out the shampoo.
Still, he was almost sad about the fact that you would have to leave the shower and this perfect moment soon.
Thankfully, you reached for his bottle of conditioner, repeating your little routine or what Spencer strongly hoped would become one. The whole time he felt like he was floating, already in heaven, with your hands in his hair and your lips on his face.
This feeling only intensified when you took his bar of soap and slowly started to lather up his body with the most gentle hands. They wandered over his arms, into his armpits, over his torso, the top of his thighs and after just as gently turning him around also over his back.
Your boyfriend turned around again, and when you pulled him under the water to rinse off the soap, you pressed yourself against him, making him chuckle.
Now, he couldnât just let your time stop here. He insisted on doing the same thing for you. With quiet whispered instructions and just as many sweet nothings, he managed to follow your hair care routine, definitely taking inspiration from you when he also started leaving kisses on your face.
When it was time to leave his new safe heaven, he wasnât quite as sad anymore. He only thought about the fact that he got to furl up with you under the comforter now and hold you in his arms again.
And maybe, just maybe, take a shower with you again, tomorrow. Â
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Me reading the words "live-action remake" in any context:
#my other useless posts#mikey's misadventures#what's the point of 'live action' if your cgi is so bad it still looks like a cartoon#it's just so tiresome#entertainment news and trailers used to cheer me up a little. now im just like 'ugh. what are they remaking now'
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Do you guys think that after the Deadpool movies end, and the curtain closes, and the camera is no longer on him- do you think Wade talks as much?
Do you think that maybe it feels like walking off a full stage to find yourself in your dressing room alone, staring at the mirror?
We always see him talking but he knows about us watching. He is acutely aware he has an audience. Do you think he knows when the audience is gone and the big unseeing eyeball shifts away to find entertainment elsewhere?
Iâm not saying heâs normal when our backs are turned, or heâs not himself, but maybe the performance⊠turns off. Maybe it sorta takes Logan by surprise when Wade is quiet for the first time since he met him by his own violation, thinking about being perceived always, or existing in countless different versions of shows, comics, universes.
What do you think he does when he knows heâs not being watched? Maybe he does nothing different, but I imagine it would be hard to ignore.
He hit the camera in the D&W and grabbed the mic. He always knows where the fourth wall is. When there is no fanfic or movie or comic or show, do you think he sees the fourth wall anyway? Or is it kinda like seeing something in your peripheral?
Iâm probably gonna write a fic about this all one day.
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your cat!john is amazing, just pure genius
thinking about him interacting with noel and being aloof until noel pets him...and then he just melts
also the idea of arthur just yucking cat!john at the butcher is a highly entertaining one
Noel and cat!John
I NEEDED to draw this idea.
(And ill draw the Butcher idea too) (I have no design for him yet lol)
Other ideas I had for him and Noel:
- He takes turns riding on Noel or Arthur, so long as they donât walk far from Arthur. (Though there was a moment where John got too distracted and Arthur slammed into a street pole)
- thatâs actually it. I need to relisten to season 4
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